Log:Twi'Leks are Forever - Part Two
Twi'Leks are Forever - Part Two
OOC Date: July 5, 2018
Location: Abandoned Space Station, Edge of Hutt Space
Participants: Defiance: Darius Wildes, Vasani, Zhu Yan, Grom, Sajin, Siha Archer, Kasia Ashkuri, Daebryn Reth, Thea Valenti
It wasn't really important where this space station was. Somewhere outside of Hutt Space in the Outer rim. What was important was who was on it. Broc'kala, would be slaver of Vasani, who was handed down a death sentence by her and her friends. The Varactyl had come out of hyperspace along with an escort of a ship called 'the Crisis'. Quickly the few fighters the station head to offer, ugly Twi'lek combinations of Y-wings and TIEs, launched to intercept. Nothing the Clearwater and Crisis couldn't break through and after a brief engage the Mon Calamari ship flies into the hangar of the space station and lands successfully.
"Vasani, stay close to Grom. " Darius says over the commn behind the seat of a borrowed ship the 'Crisis' from a certain Green Twi'lek and scary space mom couple. "I'll handle the fighters out here and then make my way to you guys. He is in the middle of the station, it is pretty straight forward. " Laser fire grazes the ship and Darius pulls away putting his attention back to fighters. Six Twi'leks quickly ready themselves in positions, pointing blasters and waiting for the Clearwater to lower its ramp.
"Grom Cakes will protect me, don't worry!" Vasani responds to Darius over the comm and giving Grom a playful wink. "I'm ready for this." she says confidently. She waits a moment as the Varactyl's ramp lowers, letting the Defiance crew into the enemy Twi'lek ship. "You guys ready for this?" She turns, asking everybody else. Okay maybe she isn't SUPER confident. She waits for the others to walk out ahead of her before disembarking the ship.
The Clearwater was a bulbous, ugly brick. But it was sailing through the air in the same way that bricks don't. Behind the pilot's seat was Zhu Yan, Master Man, flying fully-armored and one-handed because HE CAN and still managing to fit this long hard object in the station's narrow open slot. Ew. "This is your Captain speaking," he said into the comm in his best space-Yeager voice, "please make sure to observe the No Smoking signs and keep your seatbelts fastened until the ship comes to a complete stop.
The Varactyl fired itself into the landing bay and turned a full one-eighty, pointing the nose outwards to facilitate a quick getaway AND protect the boarders. And Yan was one of those boarders. He picked up his repeater rifle, slid his helmet on to his head, and joined the boarders as they entered the station.
Grom had spent the approach in a laser turret, blasting cheerfully away at the defending fighters to little effect. Despite not hitting anything, a steady rumbling giggle rattles in his throat as he drains the cannon into space. Then there is the promise of storming in and getting his hands dirty, and the Houk rises and lugs along his usual quintet of weapons. He settles on the axe with a toothy smile. "Grom is here!" As the hatch cracks and the air seal hisses open, but before there is room to charge out, he booms at the top of his lungs, "QUAIL before Grom, foolish thralls of a dead man! Your skulls and guts shall be as cheering stones strewn before my feet! Or flowers, if yours is a silly culture," he adds after a moment's consideration. THEN HE CHARGES.
Sajin taps his helmet, which tinks a bit as his finger wrapps against the outside. "Yup. Easy Mission, right?" Boss would usually say that, followed by OK, ka... whatever Ka meant. He was too stupid to ever find out. He draws his heavy blaster pistol and steadies himself before jogging out and towards the nearest cover, looking for enemies. Hopefully Grom's charge will distract the enemy long enough for him to get off a few deadly shots unopposed.
Siha Archer is here! The Mandalorian is all healed up after days in a bacta tank and in full form today, sword in her left hand, blaster at her right hip with hand in waiting on it, just in case her sword fighting arm gets tired. Or chopped off. It's one of those weeks. She knows it. As Grom goes charging off Siha will give a sidelong glance to Sajin, "Easy is boring." Says the woman who then goes CHARGING AFTER GROM, "YEAH. EAT OUR QUAILS." She calls out through her t-visored helmet, vox'd voice ringing out as her sword is brought to bear to attack things! "EGGS AND ALL. COWER BEFORE MY OVARIES. OVARY. TREMBLE!"
Darius has gotten behind one of the ugly snubfighters and is able to blast away but while focused one of the other ships does a run landing a few blows of its own. "Shit. Well, hopefully it didn't break anything. " Darius grumbles to himself as he continues to dodge and weave against the two remaining ships. "Kasia is gonna be so pissed if it did."
As the group charges out of the boarding ramp they gain a quick advantage due good positioning by Yan and a terryifying Houk. Most of these 'warriors' of mere thugs and the might of combat readiness that the trashfire has overwelms them at first. Two go down quickly enough. But the others stand their ground firing off shots. Those remaining pick their targets for Grom and Siha.
Vasani comes flying out (figuratively. the girl can't actually fly... as much as she'd like to pretend) behind Grom, firing off into those awaiting their arrival. And hey look at that!! She actually hit one of them! Vasani is filled with accomplishment and totally goes back over the comm to let Darius know of her success. "DARE!! I did it!! I shot a guy already!!" Oh right- they're still in the middle of a fight. She contains her excitement to get herself ready again, staying at a safe distance of close to Grom and also not charging in to battle with Grom.
Zhu Yan had learned an important lesson over the past few weeks. Well, it had taken a few weeks to actually sink in because Yan honestly learned nothing at the best of times (EG: He STILL hadn't learned that a close quarters battle was not the right place for a sithspawned jetpack). The TA-16 repeater rifle, a gorgeous kitbashed space-FG42 equivalent, was absolutely horrifically inaccurate when set to Rock 'N Roll mode. Despite the incredible racket the gun kicked up and the incredible fear it inspired when it was vomiting fire everywhere, it failed to actually do anything resembling damage. So, with that in mind, Zhu Yan had toggled it to Headshot mode.
WHUMPH.
The firing sound of the TA-16 was the auditory equivalent of being kicked in the head. Speaking of heads, that guy there? The one waving a blaster at them? He didn't have one of those anymore. He looked dead. Tough break, buddy. "BOOM HEADSHOT!" yelled out Yan as he moved forward, trailing behind Vasani and Grom, aiming at the next unlucky duck who's day was about to end Unreal Tournament '99 style. "Ve, I hope you know where we're going because honestly I'm just following you!"
Grom charges bellowing along with Siha, his axe carving gouges into the walls and floor with every swing, but for some reason, the enemies aren't standing and waiting to be murdered. "COME BACK, COWARDLY NOODLES," the massive alien warrior roars. "Die with whatever your species considers honorable behavior!" Yeah, that's a Houk chasing people around ineffectively with a power axe…
Sajin notices Grom having a little trouble after putting down on of the 'leader' sorts. THe ones who looked a bit more armored and tougher to handle. The ones who were more of the threat. "Well yeah, I mean." Pow Pa-Pow. Double tap right to the chest of the Twi'lek who Grom is chasing around before he aims towards the one who got the second half of Yan's giant fuck you gun. "Sure a challenge would be nice... but we always end up loosing body parts. Siha." Pow... he checks and missed. "Damn it Siha, stop distracting me!" He protests.
KILLS THE DUDE SHE WAS GOING AFTER IN A HORRIFIC WAY. SO HORRIFIC IN FACT that bro, she like chopped the dude shoulder to hip and he fell in half, guts skewering out like a spray can of silly string, that her second sweep meets empty air because HE DEAD. Sword schzings through the air to come to a rest beside her leg, the woman grinning broadly beneath her helmet as she cants a look back over her shoulder to Sajin, tone apologetic even through the helmet, "Sorry, sweetcheeks, it's the only way I can bring our kill count to an even keel, or you upstage me." Giving her sword another swish through the air she slags the blood off of it, head turning back to look at whom she's going to slice and dice next.
Where is Kasia? Kasia is on a different ship, she's on the Mayhem, which is a different fighty ship, but she's not doing any of that space fight stuff, she's landing on the space station as well. Just a little bit later than everyone else, but she's one of those people who show up fashionably late to things. That's her excuse, ok. She also has a few friend with her, who is getting a quick rundown of who people are in the group they're about to encounter. "...and Grom, he's going to be the really big one, if you see him and he throws rocks at you, that just means he's cheering you on." Set down, the ramp lowers, and once the systems are powered down, and things locked, and all of that so no one can steal the ship (because Hex might get real sore if someone stole his ship) she heads for the aforementioned ramp. "It'll be easier if I tell you who you should be shooting at. Sometimes with our people it's... well, you'll see."
"Uh," Daebryn starts, wondering what exactly he'll be seeing, but quickly shuts up and follows Kasia towards the ramp instead. "I'm on you," he shrugs and mentally readies himself for.. the worst? What should he really be expecting? Nobody knows. This universe is mysterious.
It's pretty much utter chaos in front of Thea's cold eyes, all she knows is she must help her friend Vasani. Her black structured cowl covers most of her face only exposing her eyes. She likes to hang back and observe before making any moves in any high risk situation such as this. She has done much for her after all and would do anything to protect her. Her fingers grasp the metallic edges of her blaster readying it to fire. She surveys the area around her and locates a viable target. Thea launches herself into the air flying towards the enemy, he makes a swift kick to her torso, but she quickly lunges back and blocks the attack. Squeezing the trigger Thea shoots and hits him, watching as he vaporized into thin air. Thea smiled a bit to herself and ran off to find her friends and help out.
"Pew. Pew. Pew." Yep Darius says that even in the seat of a cockpit when trying to shoot down other ships. If anything he is true to his soul, and knows what he is about. Blowing apart one of the fighters, Darius starts to zone in one the last one left flying.
The majority of warriors sent to hold the front have been cut down by the group of trashfire "Woah, woah, okay. I'm out guys, I'm out." The last Twi'lek says throwing down his weapons and stepping towards the blaster doors. He unlocks it and they fly open. "Alright we good? Just tie me up or something? I'm not interested in this fight anymore."
Especially since this hangar is filled with junk and now dead Twi'leks. The right kind of dead Twi'leks, but still dead noodle heads everywhere. Hallway looks clear looks, looks like it is straight through the next door into the ballroom. Which is the center of the station.
"Left yer comm on, babe! Pew pew, get 'em!!" Vasani says over her own comm to Darius. Vasani raises an eyebrow, looking at that guy. Hey, HE was the one that suggested tying him up. "Hey Grom, see any viable Grom-ropes around here? We can tie ya up, not sure yer gonna like it though." She says with a smug grin to the Twi'lek. "So yeah anyways, like I was sayin' this is my friend Thea. Thea, this is everyone else. We're gonna tie that guy up with that other guy's guts now!" She adds, finishing a conversation that was started earlier on the Varactyl.
"Honestly, the way you two flirt, it's no surprise you made the GNN evening news!" said the short man to Sajin and Siha. Yeah no sithspit, Zhu Yan, who's fault was that? There were probably political upheavals going on at Drik right now and all for the lols of one jackass smuggler. Good work Yan. What was Yan doing right now? Walking straight down the corridor, straight up towards that door to what he assumed was a big-ass room, and kicked it with enough force to almost tear the blasted thing off its hinges.
"SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND," bellowed the five-foot-seven dad bod of fury, turning the TA-16 to Rock 'N Roll mode, and opened fire.
Grom smiles broadly to Vasani, "Silly Blue Cakes.. there are ALWAYS more Grom ropes!" Disembowelment, psychological torture in some systems, and on they go! "Present your gut ropes to Grom!" he bellows, striking one of the second wave across the armored midsection to gory effect.
Sajin waves a hand dismissivly at Yan, and as the new enemies com he dosn't much care too much for a preamble and just starts shooting at one. He moves once he left off three rounds to duck behind a crate and study them a moment. "Huh... tougher." He mentions. He dosn't comment on Yan though.
Much tougher. Siha will swing her sword twice in all, but her target ducks and weaves around her like they're doing some sort of dance, "It's not flirting, Yan, it's simply existing in a harmonious manner with each other! You should have SEEN the hate mail I got - no hips?! I got - shavit, hip bones ..." Swing! "Stop moving!" Even after Sajin manages to get a hit in and somewhat slow the guy down for her she's still missing heavily.
Kasia makes no effort to shoot anyone, but she is prepared to do so if she needs to. That's what the blasters on her hips are for! It's just that they're in their holsters still. "Oh hey, here they are," she says to Daebryn as they near the area where the guy is surrendering in the hangar. "Okay, that one, that one, that one," she goes on to point at the people, Grom, Vasani, whoever else is in the main part of the hanger. "Don't shoot any of these people. There might be more, but I'll point them out as we go." And with that she heads in the direction of where Yan is, MAYBE pointing him out as being on the no shoot list. Maybe. j/k, j/k, he's on the no shoot list for sure, because it he didn't die she'd never hear the end of it.
Daebryn Reth twitches slightly for his blaster when Kasia points at the good guys, but-- oh wait, DON'T shoot them. Right, got it. He shakes his head and exhales audibly. "As long as they don't shoot me either, this ought to be fine." He gives a little salute with two fingers to the room as he passes, a wordless 'hey-I'm-on-your-side-please-don't-shoot-me-nice-to-meet-you'. He follows Kasia at pace into the ballroom, drawing his blaster.
Thea nodded at everyone around her as Vasani introduced her. They were not safe yet- not by a long shot. Thea kept her guard up as they moved forward towards more enemies. Pulling up her Blaster to her chest Thea jumped onto a nearby crate on the deck firing as she surprised her target from above, she missed and swore underneath her breath- "Shit." The assassin ducked into safety and dusted off her tunic, for the brief moment of rest.
"Thanks love, you are my muse. Pew. Pew." Darius finishes up the last of the fighters and then moves to make his way to the hangar. Thing is, that Hangar is already a bit crowded so the young Captain diverts to the second hangar and will have play some catch up.
The room that Yan has kicked into, and the rest of the beautiful trashfire spread their love into, was a ballroom that looked to be owned by someone that throws parties way out of their financial range. It was mostly empty besides a massive 'panic' room type block of durasteel eight in the middle, and the three mercs hired to defend it. Seems like these guys are here to fight until the end despite taking shots. THEY ARE GONNA TRY AND TAKE OUT THE TRASH.
Vasani pouts a bit when she realizes Yan's flirting comment was directed toward Sajin and Siha and not her and Darius. "But I wanna be on the news fer bein' cute TOO!" She waits a moment as Kasia and Daebryn exit their ship "Hi Kasia and friend!!" She listens as Kasia names the people not to shoot. "Also this is Thea, she's my friend, don't shoot her either! Anyways, nice ta meet ya! We're confronting my traumatic past tonight!" The Twi'lek says, pointing at her friend and introducing herself to Daebryn. The thought doesn't last long though as they get deeper and deeper into the ship. Okay. Okay. I can do this. We can do this. Vasani is just a LITTLE BIT talking herself down from freaking out. She follows the others into the main room, taking a look around. She instinctively stands a little closer to Kasia, since she is good at providing moral support. "AAAAHHHHH!!! STOP! TAKIN'! SLAVES!!!" Vasani yells, shooting off at one of the people in the ballroom and yeah... she sure did try!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA," was the noise coming from the ballroom, competing with the WHUMPH WHUMPH WHUMPH WHUMPH of a repeating blaster on kill-everything mode. It was of course being wielded by Zhu Yan, standing in the middle of the chaos, armor glistening in the stage lights, helmet making his voice staticky, bomber jacket at home. And thank sithspit for that last point because suddenly the TA-16 was flying one way and Yan was flying another.
And his left arm was sailing off into the far reach of the room. Sorry, jaunty lumberjack shirt. Your time is at an end.
The smuggler and his rifle clattered to the ground and there was silence. "Ow what the,"-PAIN. PAIN. PAIN.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..."
Grom pulls his axe free of the wounded foe, and rears back for a glorious killing strike. That is, until Yan's arm and rifle fly past, and Grom's yellow eyes snap after it, abruptly chasing after the severed limb like a hulking reptilian puppy.
Sajin say to Siha, "Love... Your hips are fine. Oriana loves your hips, I love your hips. That's all that matters." Then to Yan, "We're just bro's, bro. It's a Bromance." Then he watches Yan get sort of obliterated, flying across the room and his now severed arm ging even farther then that. In that moment things get a little serious for him. Siha gets hit to and things start to slow down just a bit. He stands there, all fracks out the window. The LArge black clad power armored warrior comes out to play and he just stalks towards his prey, blaster raised. Pa-pow, a bolt slams into a wall. Pa pow, a bolt blows apart a head, killing one. Pa-pow... that one almost comes back and goes up his butt. Just kidding, another hole in the wall filling the arena with smoke.
Siha Archer is off her game. The talk of her hips (she ain't got none, she's flat as a board in every dimension), though she finds herself SMACKED by a flying arm, she seems to be a magnet for the things. Legs. Arms. Torsos. FWOP. There it goes, smoking off her head mid-swing, causing her to lose momentum as she gahs, "MURDER ARM." Is Zhu dead? A pause with her second swing as she tries to HEAR IF SHE CAN TELL HE'S ALIVE. But the 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA' seems to mingle with all the other screams and bellows from everyone around her, so she hears nada. Just the jubilant music of dying and the like, "I THINK THEY GOT ZHU."
"Hello Thea, good to meet you," Kasia's tone is generally calm in spite of the somewhat harrowing circumstances of their meeting. It might be weird to anyone who doesn't understand just how common these sorts of circumstances are for this particular group of people. A hand that still doesn't have a weapon in it reaches out to give Vasani an encouraging pat on the shoulder, though it freezes as Yan shrieks and his arm goes flying off in a direction that isn't the same as the rest of him, and she grimaces. "Shit." She shifts the bag that she's carrying, which most will know contains a medpack, and crouches low to make herself a smaller target as she hurries toward Yan to try and help.
That.. is blood. That is a lot of blood. And dismemberment. 100% more dismemberment than was advertised. Dae cusses and crouches a bit as well, taking a pot shot off his hip at one of the mercs. But Dae's game isn't on point. That was kind of a lot to witness, can you blame him?
Thea aims and hits one enemy in the shoulder directly and he falters, but doesn't give in just yet. "God damnit these guys don't die do they? Geesh.." muttering to herself mainly. "Ok lets try again The.." giving herself a pep talk Thea launches into attack again only to ram her shin into a sneaky pole that was inconveniently placed in the room- ultimately landing her ass on the ground as the others rush in on their attacks.
Darius comes in the ballroom from another entrance just as he hears a screaming Yan and seeing a flying arm. "Well, for fuck sakes. " And with a little twirl of his DL-30 he starts popping off shots as he walks forward putting down one of them.
Another of the enemies goes down dead from Sajin, a.k.a the sex, and the last one remaining grits its sharpen teeth. He is bleeding bad and looking around he spies a little blue Twi'lek. "I hope it hurts." He grunts and levels his blaster at Vasani.
"OH GODDESS-" Vasani stares at Yan in horror. "YER ARM?!?" She screams, as if he didn't already know. "YER ARM IS GONE AND ITS ALL MY FAULT!!! I'M SORRY!!" It isn't her fault, but sometimes Vasani has issues with guilt... okay Vasani has always had issues with guilt relating to the whole avoid-slavery-by-abandoning-her-family thing and anything to do wth it. "Okay. Okay. I'll protect you guys." Vasani is not the best at combat, but she is in protect mode. "You hope it hurts? FUCK YOU!!!!" she just screeches at the last guy.
Zhu Yan's screaming, against all odds petered off.
It was replaced with rage.
Pure rage, that sort of anger that kinda just normally bubbled deep inside until someone dropped an emotional grenade in it and sent it flying everywhere. "I have not..." he hissed, pushing himself up on one arm, "come this far..." he went from kneeling on both knees to having one leg ready to stand, "to die now!" and with that, he was standing. He was unsteady. He was armless. He yanked the helmet off his head and let it clatter to the ground, revealing his bland face, scraggly beard, sweatly mop hair, and expression of pure unadulterated MURDER. Yeah he might have been in shock.
The K-16 Bryar on his hip, a far more pimped variant than the one the new guy carried, emerged from its holster far slower than the lightning-speed that had become the norm as he trudged towards the last remaining enemy. "COME!" he bellowed at the top of his lungs, sending shot after shot into the metal panic box behind him and scoring a lucky hit on his fallen corpse. "SHOW ME WHAT PASSES FOR FURY AMONG YOUR MISBEGOTTEN KIND!"
Sajin is about to possibly pull out his vibroblade and go to town but then Yan goes bezerk. Sajin watches as the rest dies at the hands of the one armed not corellian. He stares in that direct. "HOLY SITHSPIT Yan, I didn't know you had it in you. That wase AWESOME." He moves to investigate the door as he's close to it. "Siha... get my ass..." She knows he's not literal about it. Inside seems to be a number of Twi'lek slave girls. All the different colors of the rainbow... except blue. Like Vasani. THe handsome Hapan may be stupid but he's not stupid enough not to put two and two together. "I see..." He says before turning to look towards a fat sobbing Twi'lek male. "Broccolii..." He's mispronouncing his name but that's okay. "Broccolii... Your life is at an end..." He states, his figure cloaked in shadow from the overexposing light from the hall outside. "Get on your knees and I'll make this quick..."
Siha Archer has no idea what is happening. She is so lost. The beserking of Yan, his missing arm, all sort of caused the woman to go into a bit of a reverie. So. Cool. She will gamely scoop down to snag up the mans helmet so he doesn't leave it behind, tucking it under her arm as she then moves to trot up behind Sajin, covering his ass, "Did you see that Ish?! Freaking Zan is like .." Her shoulders raise and yank back as she tries to visually display the look that's on her face. She's like, seriously impressed. Though it just looks like she's wiggling in her armor.
When Yan screams, Kasia steps back and lets him do this thing, simply observing him with her brows creeping slowly upward. It's only when he's done shooting and yelling that she attempts to step closer with some thing or other from the medpack, an emergency patch or spray or whatever to help stop the bleeding temporarily. "Let me apply this so you actually don't die?" she suggests to the man, not trying to DO it until he consents, because he's crazy now and might shoot her. She's not into that.
Daebryn Reth slowly hosters his blaster, watching Zhu 'Crazy Eyes' Yan. "Mate," his voice is calm and cool as he calls out to him. "You're done. You got 'im, yeah?" Daebryn makes no sudden moves, but stands up slowly. He takes a step closer, (palms visible) so that if nothing else, he can attempt to intervene if Zhu lives up to the nickname and actually does lose it on Kasia. Nobody's into that.
After the last enemies are taken down Darius rushes to Vasani before anyone else. Sorry Yan. But after pulling cheeks and making sure everything is in tact he looks towards the bomber jacket fanatic. Darius glances at Kasia and listens to her and some-what takes that as his cue. "Yan, buddy listen to Kasia and new guy two thousand, let momma bear tend to you okay?" Though he stands ready to jump and force medical help on the crazed hero of a man if he has to.
The Twi'lek pleads with Sajin as sobbing and pawing at the Hapan. "Please, I don't want to die. Don't kill me, I'll leave everything alone. I don't want to die, I don't want to die after living the life I lived. P-Please" And the crying goes on, desperate and pitiful. "Please. Just please don't kill me." That last part is said incredibly softly.
"Wait..."Vasani says quietly as the door slides open. She does not care to correct Sajin's pronunciation and steps past him into the room. She walks in slowly, making her way to Broc'kala. She kneels down in front of him on the ground, taking one good look at his face, her hand slowly, calmly making its way to caress the side of his face for a moment. And then all of the YEARS of pent up rage can be seen deep within Vasani's eyes. The caress quickly moves to an aggressive GRAB of his lekku, squeezing it tightly in her hand. "Why the FUCK are you like this?" She slams his head into the wall behind him with her grip before standing up and kicking him repeatedly with as much strength as she can muster. "WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY??" She asks with every kick. "whyyy.... why..." The questions and kicks seem to get weaker the longer they go as Vasani's eyes fill with so many tears she can't even really see her target anymore. "WHY SHOULDN'T I KILL YOU?" she screams through tears, finally letting go of the clutched lekku to try and wipe them away. "You don't DESERVE to live." she says quietly, taking her blaster out again, holding it to his head, waiting to shoot.
Zhu Yan was a frozen scene of wanton destruction. The smoke pouring out of the Bryar matched the theoretical smoke pouring out of his ears. He was breathing so damn heavily it's a surprise his lungs didn't burst from excess oxygen intake. His arm was hurting. Not the one that was still attached. All he could think about was pain, and anger.
"WHERE IS HE?!" he bellowed, filling the room with a voice louder than the TA-16 at his feet, rendered physically blind by his own range. He swung the gun left and right, clocking both Kasia and Newbie across the whatever-on-them-got-hit, Yan didn't even notice. Maybe now was a good time to stim him or sedate him or something. "WHERE IS THE SITHSPAWNED SCHUTTA FRACK-KNUCKLE?!" The man in question was of course already dead but don't tell Yan that. It's a good thing blasters cauterize because the smoking stump that was his shoulder would probably have been hemorrhaging blood.
Rage is a hell of an anaesthetic.
Sajin twirls his pistol around his finger before holstering it. He stalks forward carefully like Vornsk ignoring the pleas of a cornered bit of prey. He attempts to pull his vibro knife but, stops as Vasani rushes past him and starts beating on the tubby bastard. He tries to play it off as cool, like he was totally not being too serious about all this. He looks to Siha. "Yeah... yeah. He was pretty legit, right?" Then he hears Yan, "We better go check on him..."
Kasia isn't quite ready for the attack, managing to pull back fast enough that the hit doesn't hit her all that hard. She responds with violence first, reaching out with a hand quickly to try and slap some sense into Yan right inna face. Try. It is often a long shot with him. "You idiot," the words are sharp. "I am here trying to put something on your wound so that you don't make it worse, so how about you stop being crazy and let me do it, then we can get you back to Nar and have you actually looked at by a medical professional."
"Shi--!" Dae gets the worse of the two hits. He's not really sure if he's knocked off balance, or actually hit that hard, but he's on the ground, on his back, hand on his chest. In his stunned state, "Oh, COME ON!" is all the humie can think to exclaim, stomping a boot on the floor as he sits up, looking up at Zhu with annoyance.
Yan is wild, but there is a lot of people here. Lots of Defiance, and even as concerned as Darius is the only voice he hears is Vasani's. Yep, that is his focus. Walking over to the blue Twi'lek he sees the torture on her face, the bloodied and beaten Broc'kala, and the tears leaking out of his fiance's eyes. He figured it'd go like this, and in a way it makes him happy that Vasani struggles at the last moment. More happy than anyone could know.
But Darius isn't like Vasani in that way. Moving over to her he wraps his arms around her body, slides his fingers around the blaster she holds and then pulls the trigger. Broc'kala dies a sad bloody mess with a blaster bolt through his head. It isn't something Darius will lose sleep over. "Vasani, look. " Darius turns her towards the scared slaves. "Hold together for me darling. You have people to save. More important than the people we just killed." A pause. "Also, Yan lost an arm for us. We should probably help get him outta here."
WHAP. Slapping Human has rendered her authority unto Zhu Yan, and Zhu Yan has thus become cowed. "Oh right he's dead!" said Yan, in his cheering, near sing-song tone brought about by severe shock. He got the uncomfortable feeling that his arm was hurting. Yeah, yeah it definitely was. Why was that? What happened? He looked down at his arm, seeing nothing there. He looked at the shoulder socket. Gone. The shoulder? Mostly torn away, leaving a neat little crater starting at his collarbone and ending at his underarm.
"Oh," he said, as reality came rushing back to him in the same manner of a brick flying at someone's head. Obviously he couldn't remain conscious this way, so he didn't. He hit the ground like a sack of potatoes and was out for the count.
