Log:The Shadowport: Vergesso Salvage
The Shadowport get in on a pirate cache in the Vergesso Asteroids in the wreckage of an old CR-90
OOC Date: May 05, 2020
Location: Vergesso Asteroids
Participants: The Shadowport: Big Angry Raging Teddy Bear, Tiny Near Sighted Ninja, Colorfully Crazy Computer Nerd, and Liz'diot
[Liz'diot]
Vergesso Asteroid Fields, a one time hide out for the Rebel Alliance During the Civil War... not really all that exciting otherwise... Unless you count the battle that happened here just before Exegol. It wasn't a long battle. An old CR-90, the Backstab, a member of the Invids Captained by one wily and Infamous Jacob Knive got trounced in a rapid Blitz-Krieg attack from members of Black squadron. One crazy Tionese pilot all but Kamikazed his fighter into the vessel, attempting to slip the shields and deliver the payload of One nasty Proton Bomb... It didn't go as planned.
Reguardless, the CR-90 was picked of a lot of it's scrap already as it floated near one of the larger asteroids, cracked in twain. Panels missing, structure exposed. Most of the good stuff and weapons were gone. However, there was rumor of a Pirate base and Cache inside the Asteroid nearby. Those who had attempted to enter told tales of Killer Cyborgs and many booby-traps.
"AHAHAHAH YASSSSS...." Came the voice of Liz as he commanded his peons on the bridge of the Bottom Line, recently acquired in a Hostile takeover of the Traders Union by the shadowport. RIP Idan to Political life on Neimodia. WE shall miss many floppy dumb hats. "We must get in there... and get the GOOODS. YAS. THe Finest bean of Caff will not ESCAPE ME. LIZ'DIOT The OMNISCIENT! AHAHAAAA!" HE erupted into a coughing fit.
[Zhu Yan]
"Right," was the buzzing voice of Zhu Yan, down near the airlock that was to presumably be connected to the pirate base, and kitted out in overkill. He had on the Death Suit, the one specially painted for him to impart a sense of doom into those who wronged him, all decorated with bone and spines and paint by a slightly-civilized Togruta. Except the helmet, that just had the base layer of paint seeing as it had been SHOT. Strapped to his arm mount was a modified Tracker carbine. Thrust jets went prrt prrt prrt as they cycled through their startup routines. "I think he's having a fit. So," he explained to the merry band of reprobates he called his crew. "We get in, steal what's valuable, maaaaaaybe find this caf bean he's always on about. Whatever. Since Odessa's not here I am your designated meatshield." Hence the armour. "So you guys do your sneaky finding thing. Yeah? Yeah."
[Eriu Jynx]
"This is not what I signed up for," Eriu begins to say, adjusting her void armor that is going to keep her from imploding, freezing in space, combination of the two or worse. So she hopes. The Hapan glances at the gathered and looks displeased at best, adjusting and pulling at the suit that seems to be creeping up in places it shouldn't. YANK.
<"The Omiscient surely head a head for the dangerous and risky."> She steps closer to the air lock and arches a red brow from within the helmet. <"I can sneak. Most definitely, it is Muri I worry about. You hear that Muri. You really have to try this time.">
[Netep Muri]
"And this abandoned cache surely includes the finest bean of caff in its consumables stores, yeah?" Muri eventually arrives behind this fearsome meatshield in her own spacey suit, hair wrestled into sleekish submission and helmet held loosely in hand. EJ gets a look. A LOOK.
She slooowly fits the helmet over head and seals herself in. O2 countdpwn begin. 4 Hours, 59 minutes, 59 seconds...4 hours 59 minutes 58 seconds...
<<Unfortunately for you lot, I DO put a worthy effort into all I do...>> Insert unapologetic smile here.
[Liz'diot]
SCRREEEECH PSSSSSSSTTTT. CLANK, followed by a very specific latching sound. "NOOOO you FOOL, scratch the paint again and I'll have you thrown out the AIR LOCK!" The voice of the crippled Bith seething with rage and contempt before it transitions back to a more pleasent tone, unnaturally quick like. <<"YASSSS... so, just go in. Take care of all the Poopy-booby traps and Cyborgs and if you need some computer help... I'll deal with it later. You have TEN Coruscant Minutes. Good Luck! and make it perfect!">> THe comms go silent and the hatch opens to the cache.
[Zhu Yan]
"He'll do it too, I've seen it, straight past the front viewport." The power armor shivered. "Oy." Rolling his shoulders, Yan braced himself, raised his Tracker arm, and stepped inside. Immediately, against all odds and logic and reason, he spotted something. "Down," he instructed quietly, gesturing to some of the scattered crates and loading droids. Man, this place looked like an Arena. Moving into the room quickly, he ducked behind a rusted load lifting machine, the only thing bulky enough to hide his armoured frame. "Two droids, hallways. Use care."
[Eriu Jynx]
Yan was not the only one to see them. <"Turrets..."> EJ nearly hiccups it out, the nerves definitely in her tone. She shifts down quickly. <"Hokay so ...they saw our movement. Best thing to do is distract them. Which I am doing."> The back of her belt stores a layer of knives and she plucks one free. The suit is really not all that helpful in movements or directions but somehow the Hapan manages to flick the knife off towards the opposite side she intends to go. As soon as she does she is scooting past the others and following the lines of crates and other items to keep herself out of sight.
[Netep Muri]
<<Using care>> Netep murmurs, hunkering down behind her own pile of assorted crap. Which she browses through, nudging this and that GENTLY (enough?) and making a super sweet discovery. <<Well, whaddya know...>> One hand comes up, holding a package of caff beans. Once EJ has tossed the distractiom, she strolls along after, head down, light sweeping to and fro while mag boots keep her anchored to the floor.
Not far along, she drops into another crouch and roots around in a crate of <<HOOCH>> A light cackle of victory as she pulls a bottle out for inspection. Her other glove tugs another o ject out of the corner and the bottle is soon forgotten. <<Heyheybey...guys. Captains Vault. There's a captains vault. Down deep.>>
[Liz'diot]
"Movement Detected!" One of the droids goes on about, Yan taking cover just as a turret was scanning in his drection. It was EJ's quick thinking that caused the droids to look towards where the knife had landed. "What was that?" THe other asks. "I don't know, I'll check it out." The droid moves towards the Knifes location, leaning down and picking it up the droid inspects it. "Ooohhhh Shiney!" The one remaining at the door moves over to swat the kneeling droid over the head. "Get back to station!"
[Eriu Jynx]
EJ curses softly, keeping her voice low but there is a WOOP that nearly can be heard as her foot catches on the very thing she is searching for. Landing on her knees she is jarred a bit, wincing some as she hisses through her teeth. <"Ten minutes..right...welp here goes nothing."> Another knife is drawn and deftly she turns the blade to begin sawing at the connection. A spark flies up and then another before the sound of turrets powering down can be heard. Her head pokes up just a bit. <"Not all.."> she whispers in the comm before she finally tries to get a look at what Muri is motioning to.
[Zhu Yan]
Things seemed to be going well so far. This of course had Zhu Yan's Paranoia sensor going DINGDINGDINGDINGDING into the back of his mind. When was the last time they pulled off a stealth operation so well? Yan wasn't good at stealth, he was good at being all different sorts of extremely loud. <<"Okay, next one, finish shutting things off so I can take out these...">> Droids, yes, but Yan wanted to insult them. <<"morons. Yes. Morons.">> Because that was a Liz word if he'd ever heard it.
[Netep Muri]
<<Three down, one to go...>> She hopes. Muri flashes Eriu little thumbs-up of approval when her cord cutting doesn't render her a fried piece of meat. <<I'm going to follow this line>> She breathes into comms and taps a finger against the power cable leading into mysterious darkness. <<Don't wanna cut till I know this ain't useful. To us.>> So she goes.
Muri crawls quietly, miraculously, along, following the line into who knows what adventure ahead. Her utility packs and belt is equipped with salvager's handy tools, so she keeps mindful of the added bull and proximity to...things. Not a peep. A Netep Muri first.
[Liz'diot]
The sparking from EJ's cutting of the power cord to the majority of the turrets that ran along the bulkhead of her side of the loading area isn't what caused the Droid to stop fighting with each other about who got to keep the Knife. THey were left here in the dark, an abandoned guard fore of a facilty no longer in use. It's likely they went a little crazy with some stray bits of code computed in their machine brains. Liz would have to fix them later for Shadowport purposes if Yan didn't outright incinerate that. Let's face it, they were getting blasted at some point.
The droids both stand up, their guns basters up, looking left than right. "The turrets are off line..." So they were networked... "Affirmative... power drain." "Mynocks maybe?" "Probably..." "Not again, I almost got drained last time!"
At least these poor droids had each other.
Netep's sneakiness pays off as she moves closer to the last active turret, it doesn't picker her up. One near the door, a computer terminal. Only problem, if it was activated the droids might notice... and the turret might too.
[Eriu Jynx]
A thumbs up back..maybe? Is that what Muri gave? Damn Hapan eyesight. Not sure what to make of a turret remaining active she follows after Muri. Amazingly she is quiet, rather quiet in quite a contrast to the redhead who is normally downing drinks and flirting it up. She slides along the crates, keeping to safe locations to finally join Muri as she stops and reaches down to touch the wire. Her gaze narrows and she leans over to speak softly though really its in the comms.
<"Is that thing directly connected to the panel? Thats not good...I can try to get beneath it unplug it.">
[Netep Muri]
Netep stares at the cable's disappearance into terminal and frowns. <<We don't know this powers the turret. This terminal might help us find where else we need to go for the real score, so...>> Muri shakes her head, making an executive decision to spare the terminal any surgery and tugs her datapad and an interface gizmo off her belt. <<Yan, you read? Fair chance those droids are about to pay us some unwanted attention. Do us a favor and prime your trigger finger?>>
And just like that, she plugs in, holding her breath after issuing EJ a fair warning of <<Get small.>> Being small doesn't help, of course, as she pays for her intrusion. Swift justice at the business end of the turret as the soft, blue illumination of awakening computer terminal is countered with flashes of angry red. As Muri's reading the screen, looking for a way to blind the damn machine. Tooooo late. The interface device is almost shot from her hands as she cowers against the terminal and blasterfire scores through the suit on her arm. EMERGENCY!!!! The hissssssss that follows is for sure an Oxygen leak, despite melted materials and skin fusing together. Four hours and fifty seven minutes has become four hours...or less. Real fast. Her pained groan growls over comms but she lays flat and tries to resume work at the comp via datapad.
[Zhu Yan]
Prime his trigger finger? Yan was about ready to do more than that. <<"Get ready for mechanical breakfast,">> was his absolutely terrible hardcore one-liner over the comms before the firefight abruptly burst into existence. Yan wasn't much slower than the turret. He poked out from around his rusted-to-death lifting droid and let off two ungodly BLAMs from the cannon strapped to his arm. The first one slagged the first droid's cortical processing unit. The second one ripped through the torso, leaving a sparking, twitching machine in its wake. With minimal delay, there was a third BLAM as Yan obeyed Rule #2 in its finest and shredded the crippled machine's central relay nexus. <<"Two dead, get down!">>
[Liz'diot]
So much fo Liz getting some prime battle dorids to play with, Yan urns them quickly into Slag. "Phewie!" Might be able to be heard all the way back on the bridge of the bottom line. While Netep had been the primary target, and EJ remained hidden away from the panel, the next biggest target was the smuggler in powerarmor. It fired, scarlet bolts flying towards the heavily armored Thyferian. It's aim is old and firmware out of date however, so misses the hulking mass of death. Nows your chance Nete and EJ!
[Eriu Jynx]
Its her turn right?! As the turret is focused on the two knowns she ruses out, getting her foot on a crate and shoving up tucking herself tight. She is nuts. Totally and entirely nuts as she manages to grab hold of it, her hand nearly sliding before she slams the knife home into the sensors. There is a spark and fizzle as her knife remains lodged in the turret before the slender and agile Hapan releases from the turret. It does not end well at all. Not like it should.
She manages to land in a forward roll and try to scurry for cover. The dancing bolts cause her to gasp. <"THAT WENT WRONG! WATCH OUT!"> Ears should watch out!
[Netep Muri]
<<Nononononnoo...>> Netep pats gingerly at the leaky mess burned into her arm, whimpering her dismay. The turret loses it's AI and she isn't sure which was worse: turret that had an aim or one which fires so very indiscrimately, It might be best not to move and just take her chances. What are the odds? Right now, the ONLY sure thing is that her O2 supply is slooooowly wasting into the guts of this asteroid. And also the Captain's Vault, which this found datapad tells her is a sure thing.
Focus, Muri...focus. But it hurts. She pokes furiously at the screen with her left hand, trying to locate either power access to that damn turret OR some blueprints, directory, anything that might point a faster route to loot. All she's managed to find though is a security footage file and some entry-exits logs which is NOT helpful. In the pale glow of techno-terminals, the khol umder either eye is visibly smudged. Probably not just sweat.
<<C'MON>> she yells, practically bashing faceshield into datapad out of frustration.
[Zhu Yan]
The little paranoid part of Zhu Yan's mind said to him 'If your head remains here you will die, so move it NOW'. And so he did, narrowly avoiding the blast from the one remaining defensive turret. "Whoooh!" he exclaimed, a high-pitched noise of that-was-very-close. The turret was going off again, not at him, and he poked his head out and stood staring slack-jawed in awe at the marvelous display of athletic... athle... ath... lithe... okay sorry guys Zhu Yan's brain is out to lunch. You see this is what happens when you watch someone in whom you have a vested interest and they're out there doing acrobatic murdery things.
It was only after another now-wild bolt (there were a few of these) seared past his face that he realised, wait, sithspit, we could well still die here. Up came the arm and, as is tradition for the bloodthirsty Thyferran, he emptied another BLAM BLAM BLAM into it. Now, fairly sure that last one was basically chewing up the wall but hey, are we rationing by the laser now? You don't do the budget, Terry! I do! Whatever, there's no such thing as overkill.
<<"You and me,">> he said into the comm, not clarifying for EJ nor omitting for Muri, <<"Blueline stateroom. The sssssssssecond we're done here.">> Yan, you cad.
[Liz'diot]
The turrets were destroyed, the droids slagged. It was quite except for Yan's hot burning desire for one very good looking Hapan and her very toight armor. "Having trouble, HU-MON!" Liz pops up in a sort of image on the screen of Netep's datapad. Through their wireless connection he was notified about the connection to the terminal made from her head set. From aborad the bottom line, his remote access starts to allow him control. "Oh... simple system. I see... I see. YAS..." Lights start to come on, things oxogyn levels indicate to rise to normal... "There were about 20 more turrets down that hall way. I deactivated them. YAS. Goood, INDEED. NOW GET ME MY LOOT, FOOLS! Your copulation can wait till later! Don't catch anything you don't already have, YAN. AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAH!" HE farts, "PHewie..." Then his image disappears.
[Eriu Jynx]
Oh thank the goddess. Breathing out a sigh of relief as the hellstorm of random bolts ends with the intervention of a Yan. Not her fault. Really. She was just trying to help not get them all shot. Pushing herself up from her cover, she glances back towards him but starts her walk towards Muri when the insistence of stateroom comes over the comms. Her hip catches a crate and she cries out, pain shooting down her leg. <"KRIFFING!"> she hisses as she draws another knife and says back to Yan. <"Job still has to get done though, get up here.">
Whoever he is inviting back though one might guess, EJ is rubbing at her hip and then giving a quick hip wiggle not for her own benefit before she is lowering next to Netep and sees /the/ Bith.
She has something prepared to quip back at him when he disappears and she reaches up to remove the helmet and take a full breath. Her other hand extends down to Muri. "We will get that looked at on the Whale. But lets get out of here first..."
Once all three are ready she will advance down the hall, eyeing the turrets despite the guarantee.
[Netep Muri]
<<WH-->> Netep stares into the face of Liz'diot, datapad hacked and now displaying the Bith's likeness nearer to her face than she's prefer. Her scramble up and against the wall as adjust cover couldn't happen soon enough. But also not necessary, thanks to Yan's psychotic talent with that gun. So now in addition to the knowledge of what Yan's gonna be doin later, the contents of Liz's left nostril are pretty well fused in her brain. Like skin to suit. Guys this is really gonna suck later.
<<Yeah, well...my legs work and I wanna see what's in the vault.>> Thouh she's totally grabbing that booze on their way back. <<Close call though, yeah?>> She's grinning too widely. An adrenaline grin. Once that is not like to go away anytime soon. <<S'good thing didn't kill me. Never found the fourth sister.>> Whatever that means. She stands with a mutter and disnegages her tech from pirate tech then signals her readiness to press on.
[Zhu Yan]
There was a short sharp bark of laughter as Yan took an unfortunate amount of pleasure in distracting EJ. He was absolutely going to pay for that later. <<"Yeah well... okay fine.">> Yan, quash it. You got a job to do and you're getting paid in not having to listen to Liz for a bit after it's done. Speaking of, Yan had been ignoring the holoview of Liz'diot the omniscient on his Iron Man hud until now. <<"Liz I'd give you the same warning but you already have everything!">> he retorted, childish but snappy. But childish. There could well be more insults here but Yan was busy. Y'know, trying to focus. Not an easy task. <<"Alright, let's get this stuff and get outta here.">> Ulterior motives. <<"So he shuts up.">> Also more ulterior motives.
[Liz'diot]
Through the hallway is the typical living arrangments of a pirate's hide out. Down some stairs and to the lower levels they would find the vault. Unapposed and unlocked thanks to Netep's plug in and Liz's hijacking of her datapad. Inside the vault? Credits, plenty of them to be passed around, and in variouce forms. Hooch, so much booze that could be kept or sold. Various commodities and valuble goods to smuggle to worlds or otherwise sell on the open market for more credits. Or perhaps, put to use in the Shadowport... THe Cortosis Ore was probably the most valuble. But was was more interesting were a number of Kyber Crystals, small shards. Likely big enough to put into lightsabers. Why a pirate would have these? Who knew, but he was a member of he Invids who until recently, had Force Using Knights with exotic armor. Did it matter to Yan and his marry band of reprobates?
Fuck no...
Loot was loot, and while Liz was happy for the booze. The bean Netep found was not up to his par. "Noooooo! Whhhhyyyy?!" He cried and locked himself in his shop for about 2 days getting stone drunk. He'll be extra smelly this week.
