Kerrie Kiley smiled confidently as she
escorted her captured bounty to the Vakeyya spaceport on the planet
Socorro. The Clawdite bounty hunter was carefully mimicking the
appearance of a moderately attractive Human female in her early 20s. The
young hunter had made the mistake of taking a bounty posted by the Black
Sun against one of the Hutt's top slicers, but the credits were so high
she could not resist the temptation and the challenge. She wore the
black armorweave of the Mabari, the order of warrior-knights who raised
her and turned her into the fearsome warrior she had become. As she
opened the door to the docking bay a massive explosion consumed her ship
and sent her and her prisoner dramatically to the ground.
"Argh," Kerrie groaned as her durasteel
helmet hit against the wall, when suddenly blasts of laser fire began
flying around her. "Get down!" she yelled to her captive, as she pushed
the man's body down behind a few storage crates. She lowered the
targeting scanner atop her helmet to cover her mimicked blue eyes and
she could make out at least half a dozen armed gunmen firing on her
location. "It seems you have powerful friends..." she complained as she
drew her polished chrome KYD-21 blaster pistol and began firing off wild
shots at her attacker. Grabbing her prisoner by the scruff of her neck,
she dragged him hurriedly into the next docking bay over under a hail of
wild bolts of deadly red energy.
Meanwhile and not too away a sometime
smuggler and all-around party girl was staring at her ship from a
distance of some thirty meters, the comlink on her wrist open for
communications. "I don't know, R3. I don't have your sensors, but
something looks off. Maybe have the pit droids check the hard points on
the armor plating?" Eyeballing was usually not considered a valid method
of mechanical work, but that was what the young and armed female seemed
to be doing as she used her thumb to try and see if there was something
a bit off about her ship's profile. The vessel had its armor plating
stripped there in the spaceport in order for some work to be done and it
seemed like there might have been a mistake in reattaching it.
Kerrie did not have a chance to look at
Valeria or her ship as she found herself behind a stack of cargo
containers. A hail of blaster fire followed her into the hangar,
following by a small metallic object. The Flash-bang grenade exploded in
a hail of sound and light that would have blinded Kerrie had she not
pulled the targeting scanners over her eyes. "Argh," she said as she
held her hands over her ears as the sonic energy suitably disabled her
for the time being. Her prisoner had been completely incapacitated by
the grenade and was laying disabled at her side. She let out a whale of
a scream as she fired disoriented over the cargo containers at her
"Usually I'm the last person who should
be complaining about someone making noise, but can you guys keep it
down?" Valeria glanced down towards the entrance to her docking bay, and
the firefight which had found its way into it. "Or maybe you could offer
an opinion? Does the plating on my ship look right to you?" She placed
her hands on her hips as she glanced back towards the ship, ignoring the
fact that there was every chance some of that blasterfire might come
"What?!" Kerrie yelled at the top of her
lungs as she finally noticed the half-Zeltron pilot standing off in the
distance. She was still deafened by the grenade and could not make out a
word of what the woman was saying. A blaster bolt suddenly flew over and
clipped her in the shoulder, causing her to scream out in agony as she
slumped down against the cargo containers and considered her options.
After taking a moment to catch her breath she lifted her KYD-21 again
and unleashed a hail of unaimed fire that took out one of her attackers.
She began looking around the hangar for some sort of escape and spotted
Valeria's vessel. "Is that your ship?!" she yelled very loud again,
still in a half-deafened state.
She twirled, turning away from her
examination of the vessel. "Of course it's my ship! And could you keep
it down?" She turned towards the ones that were chasing her, before
getting a running start and making an impressive leap atop a nearby
crate. "When I told you to keep it down, I meant it. Pay your own
blasted docking fees!" She stood there, her legs planted wide and her
arms resting aside her thighs were two blaster pistols were holstered.
If she had not provoked them by now to attack her, this ought to have
"How much to fly us off this rock?"
Kerrie asked as her eyes scanned over the acrobatic woman. Her breathing
was very labored as the blaster burn began to cause a great deal of pain
to flow through her left side. A steady stream of heavy blaster fire
continued to keep her pinned down, and it felt like they were beginning
to draw closer. Perhaps the Clawdite bounty hunter had picked off more
than she could handle.
"Just no consideration for other
people." Valeria vaulted off of the crate, doing a forward flip that
ended when she drew her twin blaster pistols and began firing back at
the multitude of attackers. She moved once she began firing, not
providing an easy target. "Make me an offer." Valeria called back
towards the wounded and struggling bounty hunter, very casually.
Most of Kerrie's credits had been aboard
a ship that was now a smoldering ruin and her attention went to one of
the pouches on her belt. She quickly counted out 2,000 credits and
frowned disappointedly as she looked up at the woman. "2,000?" she
asked, sounding very unsure of herself. Her hands went to the fallen
slice as she began searching his body for any additional credits. She
doubted it would be enough.
"2,000, huh?" She looked thoughtful, or
at least she would have if anyone was able to notice her face amid all
the fighting. With the way she fired her pistols, she was going to run
out of charge on her power packs pretty soon. She could use the credits,
if only to have some technicians run a full diagnostic on her armor
system. "Anything interesting you have to throw in the pot?"
Valeria's blaster fire managed to take
out another of the assailers, leaving four who were continuing to fire
on the duo. Kerrie continued to search the slicer and found a No-Show
attached to his right wrist. She disconnected it and tossed it over to
the smuggler. "Come on ... that's gotta be worth something, right?" she
said, starting to sound very panicked as another bolt of deadly crimson
energy impacted near her head.
She tossed up one of her pistols at the
same time as she tossed the bracelet, catching the trinket on her wrist
before retrieving the blaster as it fell. "Okay, you've got a done
deal." Valeria kept up that impressive rate of blaster fire, this time
with a distinctive intent to kill the attackers pressing forward. She
started to back towards her ship, even as the boarding ramp for the
vessel ... a Corellian heavy gunship ... began to lower.
Two of the attackers fell dead from
Valeria's onslaught, but two remained and continued firing. Kerrie bent
down and picked up the slicer and attempted to hoist him over her
shoulder, as she began running towards the ship at her top speed. One of
the blaster shots impacted the slicer in the head and killed himself,
causing her to scream loudly and drop the man like a sack of duracrete
mix. "Get the ship ready!" she cursed, as she pulled her KYD-21 and
hurried towards the two attacker. She began using her targeting scanners
to focus on them and began firing accurate shots that ended both their
"That...looks like it might hurt the
value of your bounty." She get firing as she backed her way up the
boarding ramp, which began to close as soon as she was inside the ship.
Valeria holstered one of her blasters and began tapping on her
communicator, even as she called out to the bounty hunter. "You coming
An injured Kerrie ran towards the ship
and dove onto the ramp before it closed, and lay there unmoving for a
few moments as she struggled to catch her breath. "Enough of the
wisecracks," she bitterly said as she realized how much trouble she was
now in. She had been paid a deposit and the bounty was alive only ...
there would be repercussions for this. "So where do I get to go for my
2,000?" she asked, as she finally picked herself up off the ground and
began attending to the rather nasty blaster wound on her left shoulder.
So much for armorweave, she muttered to herself as she placed her right
hand on the wound to apply pressure.
"That's probably cauterized." She
grinned, showing perfect and large white teeth as she nodded towards the
wound. Kerrie would have found herself in the command deck of the
vessel, one that looked like it had been partially converted into a kind
of lounge complete with a food-processor. A R3 droid ... or some
approximation thereof ... had raised the shield on the ship and was
beginning to power up the engines. "As to your destination, you look
like you might have just lost a job. Care to join me on my next one?"
Valeria seemed oddly calm, despite the fact that her ship was probably
starting to take heavy fire at this point. it was from personal rather
than ship weapons, of course, but still.
Kerrie sat down in one of the seat's on
the command deck and quickly strapped herself in as she studied the
woman's features. "What's the job?" she asked, as she grimaced while
pulling the melted armorweave out of her wound. Her eyes scanned around
for any sign of a medkit, but she did not initially see one. Her mind
drifted to the dead slicer wondering if there was anything she could
have done differently to have kept him alive and completed her mission.
"Have a bacta tank in the back. You
could hop in it for a while." She pointed towards the rear of the ship,
where indeed a bacta tank had been haphazardly set up. It looked like
this place was aiming to have a full a real medical bay set up but
had not quite reached that point. "I'd offer you the services of my
medical droid, but uh...kind of in several pieces at the moment."
Kerrie began peeling off the Mabari
armorweave that clung to her athletic form until she was stripped down
to the climate controlled bodyglove she wore beneath. She thought the
idea of a sting in a bacta tank was a wise one, but she needed to know
more about their next move first. "Before I take a swim I want to know
more about this job. I ... owe some money to a vengeful Vigo," she
pointed out, as she took her helmet off to reveal her ornately braded
"Those Black Sun guys are pretty weird
about things, aren't they?" Valeria looked back towards her R3 unit,
nodding towards the astromech as it began to activate the ship's
thrusters. "It would really help right now to have something to shoot
back with, wouldn't it?" The ship was obviously well armed, but it
did not have anything in the way of weapons scaled towards dealing with
people. Valeria then noticed that a question had been asked of her.
"Just a gun run I wouldn't mind an extra hand with. They tell me its
dangerous to tamper with a droid's natural inhibitions to killing sentients, so I normally go solo on these things. Got a bad feeling
about this one. I'd give you half my cut on the run. You might earn
enough to get Black Sun off your back."
"Gun running? Sounds simple enough..."
Kerrie murmured as she pulled the bodyglove from her cauterized wound,
causing the poor woman to squeal in pain. She let out a weakned sigh as
she revealed the sports bra beneath and began making her way towards the
bacta tank. "Why do I have a feeling like you're leaving something out?"
she weakly said, as she turned to look at the half-Zeltron once again.
"I wouldn't worry about it too much.
Everybody loves me." Suddenly she sniffed, her ready smile turning
itself into a frown as she placed her hands on her hips. "Although I
certainly don't like the smell of ozone. That stuff is almost impossible
to get out of my hair." That seemed to be her primary objection to the
blaster battle still taking place outside the ship, the odor created by
the discharges from the energy weapons. Meanwhile, the R3 would direct
the ship to lift off, exiting the docking bay and heading up into the
"I don't like surprises," Kerrie
replied, as she exited the command deck and made her way to the cargo
bold where the bacta tank was kept. She hated being in the tank, but she
did not seem to have much a choice. She finished stripping, but
maintained her mimicked Human form to keep the smuggler from learning of
her true identity. As she descended into the tank with the rebreather in
her mouth, she closed her eyes and thought about happier times.