Log:Titan: The Smuggler Job

Titan goes in search of a Smuggler

OOC Date: August 20, 2018
Location: Space
Participants: Thrawn, Grishk, Zurak, Kitfox

The lone dark of space, thats what happens when you have to hunt down a smuggler and verify he exists. First you have to find the Smuggler. Well Captian Hoffner is in a black site, a hidden base that was easily enough to find if you were the man who set up the mission in the first place. The approach is quite, nothing moves that is detectable. The system's Blue Star glowing at a distance.

If there was one thing that the Rodian hated more than the Rival clans back on Rodian, it was being on a damn spaceship. He absolutely hated being trapped and at the mercy of a pilot who he likely did not trust. Zurak shifts restlessly in his position, his multifacted eyes peering out into the blackness of space. "What did this guy do that he is wanted anyways?", inquires the nervous looking alien. As the Hunter scans the void of space his eyes focus on some asteroids that are nearing. "I'm not really all that experienced up here... but should the sensors be picking u those defense systems on those asteroids?" A brief pause, "Or does being powered off conceal them?"

"Alright lets keep an eye out" Grishk says. As they approach "We are looking for a smuggler who may know the location the client is looking for." The Ubese armored Trandoshan says as he paces the deck. Slapping Wade Mwo on the shoulder as he flies them. "Once we make contact, if we can. Don't be overly aggressive. We will talk and get what we can and move on. Time is of the essence and money is on the line."

Kitfox is watching through the viewport, sorting out her borrowed gear, her armor and weapon, between glances. She frowns thoughtfully, catching the light on dark objects. Then simply frowns. ".. .Captain..." she speaks up, glancing over to Grishk, about to speak when Zurak gets there first. She nods silently at his words and confirms them, regarding the defenses, then purses her lips at his second question. "...they're... not powered down..." she starts, mechanical irises focusing and unfocusing in her eyes as she stares at the asteroids. "...someone or something destroyed them."

The base defenses are indeed damaged, inoperiable. The scanners from the ship do not give an indication of what happen. As the Sentinel approaches the black site base, there is a large freighter sitting over the asteroid, it's connected to the base, but there is a smaller ship attached to the base as well.

The Hunter chortles at the revelation. "Hey, I'm the scout, not you!" After closer examination he does concede to Kitfox, "Looks like you are right.. definately something happened to them." Once the landing shuttle draws closer, Zurak inquires. "Maybe that freighter is worth more than the price of the information this man has?" Suction cupped finger tap at his own head, plopping off each time. "I may not be a pirate, but I can count credits Grishk." The Rodian was certainly proud of himself, though likely his.... lack of experience.... clouds his judgement.

Grishk shakes his head. "No, it's not." in response to Zurak. "I like your style though." Adding as he moves up and leans over Wade hit the comms. "Docked freighters, this is the Killjoy. We are looking for information from Captain Hoffner. Respond." The Trandoshan sends. "Don't charge up yet, Wade, but be ready to unretract all the cannons. If they are raiding the place..." He says, swinging around. "Not our problem, they can have it, if they want to fight, a couple freighters will have problems against a sentinel. If any of you know how to gun at all, get ready. We will meet Hoffner either way."

"Well if the asteroid's defenses are down..." Kitfox suggests, then shakes her head, "...but we have no idea how long they've been down..." she purses her lips, trying to see if there's any signs of *recent* fighting, but is not holding out hope. "I'm afraid I don't know the full details of this. . rendesvous. Were there supposed to be two ships plus us?" she asks, looking over her shoulder at Grishk again, but casts a warm smile at Zurak. "If you two want to go for the freighter, dears... that's fine. I'm just here for the smuggler, myself," she says in surprisingly warm tones for an armed, armored woman.

So the call goes out to the docked ships, well it's not the responce they were looking for buuut The smaller freighter class ship turns it top mounted turret and opens fire on the approaching ship. THankfully, the pilot is quick enough to snap the shields on as the shots sail past hitting one of the Base Defenses, blowing it up further.

Zurak cries out and points towards the ship that is pointing a turret their way! He very nearly decides to start grabbing at the flight controls and yanking them to save himself but manages to control his fear of dying in the vacuum of space long enough to instead just cover his eyes and let the pilot do his thing... which fortunately was enough this time. "Claw species.", the Rodian says to the Trandoshan, "Now what? I don't think they want to talk and they are trying to blow us up!" The agitation of space combat is making his Basic a little rough around the edges.

"Shields" Grishk says to Wade after his announcement and the non answer. As he says that the turret starts towards the Killjoy from one of the freighter and the Trandoshan slips into one of the controls, unretracting the ion cannon as the shots fly by his Sentinel. "Oh you done fucked up" He says over the radio as he locks on through the imperial era targeting computers and lets out a large ion blast, which hits the freighter, covering the ship with blue and white electrical static with a solid hit. Causing the freighters lights and shields to drop as it powers down. "Ready to talk yet?" He radios. Not turning off the comms. "Wade, line up the concussion missiles." adding before he cuts off the comms.

"Just hold on to something, dear," Kitfox says with an exasperated sigh and seals her helmet. "This armor isn't fully enviro-sealed is it? You can't toss me out of the airlock for a boarding action, can you?" she asks, surprisingly calm considering what she just suggested, taking the time to make sure her gear is good. Then she considers, "..which of these ships are we here for anyway?" So full of questions, but unable to do much in her current place. The cross that ground-pounders must bear.

The offending Freighter lights up like a christmas tree, sparks, and electrical current sliding over it's frame. The Ion cannon disablles it entirely. The Large GR-75 does nothing. Remaining silent as the Sentinel class ship lines up it's attack.

Now that the incoming fire seems to have stopped the Rodian seems to be a little more collected. The hunter's snorts audibly though his snout, curling it down and stroking at it in one swipe as he thinks. So far as he can tell these are the only two ships. It would take time for backup to arrive unless they were already waiting nearby which should give them some time. "Grishk... There's a second dock point over there", he says pointing towards the asteroid. "Unless you have a better idea, we could land there and fight our way over to their other docked ship and seize it. They may be more willing to cooperate if they are stranded and at our disposal?" It was all he had, space combat was not his wheelhouse as the humans say.

Grishk looks to Zurak and considers the Rodian's idea. He thinks for a moment before nodding. "Lets go Wade. Bring us in. Closer to dock." He looks back to Zurak, I was gonna just ion that one too, but boarding could be fun." The lizard says with a laugh as Wade pushes the upgraded engines to intercept. The Trandoshank stays in his console and keeps the ion trained on the GR-75 still docked, the freighter is over double their size but he doesnt seem phased. This was a ship meant for dealing with things like this.

The armored woman shrugs, doing one final weapons check. She's not here to ask questions. She's here to help do a job. "Whichever works. Maybe our smuggler is on that one? Just don't ask me to pilot one of these ships..." she laughs, and the sound of a smile can be heard in her voice. She's a mirthful thing, truly. She looks back down the inside of the ship, towards the nearest door. "Just tell me where to shoot, captain," she says with a nod.

The docking happens smoothly, since the offending ship is disabled and the GR-75 seeming to leave the other ship alone. Now docked, the hatch is primed and ready. TO find that which is inside.

Zurak readies his rifle for the breach of the asteroid. "Keep an eye out for traps and ambushes. This is the only other way in and they've had time to prepare for us." The Hunter remains silent as the sound of docking clamps engaging reverberates though the hull of the ship. More waiting as the airlock seals and starts to equalize pressure. A dull whine eminates from the Rodian's heavily modified tracker carbine as it powers up. Finally the green light illuminates and the door slides open. A hand goes up. "Two wire traps on the door, 4 land mines in the hall. Grishk, you have anything explosive to clear these out? I assume that wont blow back into your airlock and damage the ship?" He was not sure, but it seems like they were anti-personell and not a risk to structures.

Grishk nods as Wade hears and brings him what he needs before running back to the cockpit. Grishk holds up a frag grenade. "I got ya Zurak. So im gonna roll this in there and everyone is gonna take cover." Saying. As he holds his cannon. "I will go in first, you two follow." Before anyone can respond, he pulls the pin and rolls the grenade down the hallway, leaning up against the bulkhead behind cover while awaiting the explosion. After which he brings his backpack powered gun up to bear and moves to storm in!

Kitfox sees the mines and traps, too, nodding again, "Traps confirmed... Imagine there's an ambush waiting to take out any 'survivors'... or this is going to be an alarm.." she muses. When Grishk pulls out the grenade, though, her eyes widen behind her helmet visor. She takes cover back inside the shuttle, "By your orders, captain," she says through the comms. Her rifle comes up, held parallel to her body so she can easily bring it to bear when it's time to march through the hallway.

The grenade goes off and the smoke fills the room, the traps are cleared. What waits inside now?

The explosion of the grenade and following secondary explosions spray shrapnel and debris down the airlock and into Grishk's ship. Fortunately, that was the Trandoshan's problem and not his! Once the booming stops, the armored Rodian pivots to point his carbine down the smoke filled opening. His multi-facted eyes peer through the haze, spotting 3 enemies while his saucer antennae pick up the echoes of material clanging around them. "Traps cleared, three enemies in sight!" he calls out over comes. The tracker carbine comes up, firing a shot at two enemies in rapid succession. Crimson red blots streak down the hallway, followed by thunder as the heavily modified weapon dispenses overcharged bolts through the smoke. One shot strikes a mercenary in the head, snapping it back and sending his helmet flying off. Another is struck squarely in the chest.

Grishk comes through the breach as well, hoisting his cannon and fires a shot down the hall which flies wide. "Fox, get him!" The lizard shouts from behind his helmet. Looking down at the cannon and opting to not let it weigh him down in these narrow halls. He drops the thing with a thud. "Wade, secure this effing thing!" Adding as he starts thudding through the smoke after Kitfox fires. His belt had two other nasty looking guns on them. Though he doesn't move for either of them yet..

This time Kitfox doesn't have the scout's eye that her companion does. At least he can see better and appraise them of further pitfalls lying in wait. She watches the split seconds of blaster fire, including the rapid spew of five unfortunately inneffective bolts from Grishk's cannon. With honed Mandalorian discipline, or Imperial programming, she brings her own carbine up and snaps two shots off in quick succession, sending one bolt into the remaining man's shoulder, making him spin and twitch when the second slams into his spine, putting him down. "...if my calculations on the enemy vessel are correct," she begins over the comms, "...there should be ten men total. But that includes pilots and gunnerss, who may or may not still be aboard their ship." She provides this pearl of wisdom as Grishk drops his huge blaster and backpack. "...May I wield that repeater, Captain? I may be better suited for it," she offers.

The ambush fails, the first two ambushers drop in seconds, the last one has enough time to wet his pants as the cannon goes off, missing and then the double tap drops him. THe room stands clear, The hatch to the Ionized ship is shut, unable to open, inside there is screaming. A man asking questions about a fleet. Then a thwack as if knuckles meet chin.

If the old Empire was alive and well, the Imperial march would be playing in the background as the armored form of Zurak materializes through the smoke of explosives and ionized metal and flesh from the fast boarding action. His helmet rotates slowly as he looks over the dead for signs of life. A few kicks with his boot yet no signs of life. His ears perk up at the mention of a fleet. "Grishk, what do you know about a fleet? Are we after info on a fleet, or are we about to have a fleet dropping on us?", he says though his helmet comms. The Hunter takes up a defensive position to allow Grishk to try and disable the lock. As he does so he searches the corpses for anything useful.

Grishk moves forward after his missed shot. The sounds of scuffling on the otherside of the door. He tries to disasble the lock but its more than he can handle. Instead he turns to 'intimidation' "Open this effing door before I have to blast it and all you meat bags behind it. This is my bounty. Nobody is gonna out pirate GRISHK! GET THE EXPLOSIVES!" He roars in an attempt to bluff.

Kitfox lowers the Tracker and switches out for the heavier repeater while the other two move through the smoke. She takes the time to get the backpack sorted out, and ensures everything is connected properly. While Grishk tries the door and barks orders, she comes up close and offers the other rifle over to him, speaking over the comms. "Here, try this," she states, as if being loud enough to indicate she's brought the aforementioned explosives.

The Roar from Grishk gets the attention of the last occupants of the ship and they come. Two men advance wearing completely black armor, they are slow however, taking their time incase the threat is real. Behind thiem is a woman with battle scared armor and an eye patch to go with it. "Kill them.

Zurak was ready to take the soldiers/mercs as prisoner to get the information they needed until the words "Kill them" rang out from the lips of the leader. Anticipating coming upon a high value target the Hunter had already switched to stun to be ready. The Carbine comes up to target the head merc, firing off two quick stun shots. The first strikes squarely while the second goes wide. Just as he was about to sidestep for some cover, his companions make quick work of the hostiles. A chortle comms over the comms, "We make this look easy don't we?"

Grishk takes the tracker and slings it. Shaking his head towards Kitfox before sliding out his Series III in a flash of light move. Using his other odd shaped claws to manipulate the setting to stun. "Make some money off these bastards.." Adding to the Mandalorian woman as the doors open. Zurak fires and the Trandoshan stands while readying his pistol in a fluid movement, sending blue rings into Zurak's target, sending them to the floor before he moves his beautiful weapon slightly right and sends another to the floor with another blue ring. It may as well be death where Grishk will be taking them. The lizard waits for Kitfox to shoot, though he stands. Pulling some rope from a pouch in his armor. "Kessel loves hard workers." Adding as he starts unravveling it. They can lead from the mines. All we wanted was a conversation."

Kitfox exhales a sigh as she brings the heavy blaster to bear. She rolls her shoulders as she gets used to the weight of the backpack of coolant and power. If only Narsai could see the grin on her face as she watches two of the three getting cut down by mostly-harmless stun bolts. The third isn't so lucky as she thumbs the actuator, sending five crimson lances down the hallway, the first to bolts making the armored figure 'dance' for her, the third shot missing due to his movements, the fourth punching a hole through chestpiece and chest, and the fifth missing as the mercenary is dead before he hits the ground, too low for the final shot to impact. "...I feel like a fighter jockey saying this, but I have to get me one of these.." she states over the comms, looking at the smoking barrel of that repeater. "Sorry, dear, no stun setting on this one..." she adds a gentle apology.

With the pirates dead or stunned the inside of the black site base is clear. Even not far from where the fighting happened is a small room with a dead man and some sort of lizard dead as well. But in a chair tied up is the target. Captain Hoffner whomis currently.. KO'd

When the shooting stops Zurak once more checks their surroundings just to be safe while Grishk secures the living cargo. He readies his weapon once more to head into the freighter that they decided to take control of. "I'll take point. I expect to find your VIP knocked out just inside if my ears did not fail me. Then we can see about salvaging that heap and dumping it on the black market if you two are good with that." The hunter heads inside to see what he can find. With luck this mission might pay much more than expected.

Grishk finishes hog tieing the two stunned individuals before moving into the room with the Lizard thing and the knocked out Captain. A second glance is given more to the lizard. "What the hell is that thing?" He asks, pointing at it. Looking back to the target in question. "The Killjoy can haul about 165 tons, load it up." He gets on his comlink. "Wade, get down here, you have some loading to do." He grabs the captain by his shirt and starts dragging him back to the ship. "And bring that weird ass lizard too, I thought I knew all the other lizard species around here. That thing looks weird."

"At least he's alive... can't say the same for the.. well.. not sure what that is.." Kitfox prods the lizard with the tip of the blaster. "...the galaxy is a huge place. Who knows where it came from. Kind of cute in a weird way..." she says with a sideways smile, then glances at the unconscious smuggler. "Must be the target, yes? I wouldn't mind a cut of whatever you're selling, but it's good the primary target is recovered."

Zurak shrugs, "I don't know what that is, but you better not try to mate with it Grishk. It's dead" The Rodian eyes the Trandoshan dubiously while pointing an accusing finger, "I know how you claw species can be"