Wes Thrum settled himself into the chair in front of the flight
controls, a soft cough touching to his lips before glancing backwards to
the command chair behind and off left of his own position. "Aye sir,
lifting in three , two..." Softer, he spoke to himself as those cerulean
eyes shifted back to his console. "Lets hope to the bloody force that
this blockade actually buys the ole civilian freighter routine." Hands
shifted and manipulated the controls before him, the engines of the Argo firing back to life as he urged the ship off the small piece of Sriluur real estate they had been parked on. Light guidance on the ships
controls led her to face more directly in system, an towards the
blockade that waited to keep them from their goal.
Commander Atio fastened his safety harness
as the tired, old vessel lifted off the moon's surface. His head
immediately shifted right towards the ship's co-pilot, "Ardac ... I want
to know the second you notice anything wrong with that new transponder
flashes across your display."
Ardac's eyes narrowed at his screen. "Aye,
aye, Commander." The Chiss's ran a hand through his hair.
"Steady as she goes, Wes," Atio said as he
leaned back in his chair. His attention then shifted towards the looming
sight of the Star Destroyer between them and their destination.
"Aye... Holding Steady at Ten megalight..."
Wes eyed up nervously at the Star Destroyer in the viewport. Last time
he'd seen that ever haunting hull formation it had been from an escape
pod leaving his past behind. Lieutenant Thrum could not help but swallow
dryly as the miniscule, in comparison, Corvette eased ever closer
towards that Star Destroyer.
A blast of static was heard on Ardac's
communication panel before a male human voice with a Coruscanti accent
was heard, "We have you on our screens now. Please identify."
Ardac's eyes shifted from the speaker, to
the commander. He keyed on the comm, replying through the channel the
ship had opened with them. Ardac kept his voice calm and controlled, but
added a lazy tinge. He had been a smuggler for many years. This was not
his first time pulling the gag. "This is the Outrunner."
There was a noticeable pause on the comm
panel before a second blast of static was heard, followed by the same
voice, "What is your cargo and destination? Over."
"Oh, the usual. Running some medical
supplies down to Merim City." Ardac leaned back in his seat, eyes
flickering to the left for a moment to check the transponder.
The Argo, masquerading as the Outrunner, cruised ever closer to the ISD looming ahead, Wes glanced to his
distance marker and sighed in a way that one could almost mistake as a
sign of relief. They were within weapons and tractor range of the Star
Destoryer now, if anything went wrong, things were going to go from bad
to worse, real fast.
A third blast of static soon flickered on
the communications panel, "You are cleared to land."
Commander Atio sighed with relief as he
eased back in his chair slightly. His head moved towards Wes, "Take us
This time, a genuine sigh of relief, rather
than its tense and terse counterpart moments ago, left Wes' lips as he
nodded in acknowledgement, his voice laced with what was clearly an
eager willingness to get as far away from the destroyer. "Aye, sir." Wes
nudged the engines up another fifteen-percent as he changed course to
egress away from the Star Destroyer and towards their decent path to
The Argo broke the atmosphere of Sriluur
and dove deeper into the relative safety of the Planetary sphere, as she
broke the upper layers of cloud cover and angled down on the capitol
city of Meirm, an ocean aflame in the glow of the local star greeted the
bridge crew through the viewport, the setting sun casting an almost
welcome glow on the rapidly approaching outline of the Seaboard city
that was their end destination, a quick glancing scan over the incoming
lanes dedicated to incoming spacecraft showed would be allowed as the
Corvette eased and slowed in its approach, guiding over the breaking
waters of the local shore and down to Meirm's overhead holding pattern
in order to wait for clearance to set down, and idle shift of Wes' eyes
would guide to the Chiss co-pilot sitting off to the side of him before
directing his attentions to Commander Atio.
"Looks like we're cleared... Touching down,
sir." Leiutenant Thrum triggered the landing struts of the Corevette as
he circled down to an open landing platform on the northwestern edge of
the city, the engines hummed down to standby as the repulsors took over.
Slow starboard rotation would point the nose of the Argo back out over
the ocean they had flown in over. An adjustment made to the decent of
the ship would steady her as the landing struts bought purchase on the
platform and the repulsors would cycle slowly into standby to rest the
full weight of the ship onto her legs. "Down, dropping into standby,
awaiting further orders."
Lieutnenat Quar Klynn stepped out of the
craft with his hands in the pockets of his brown trench coat. Quar
walked to the end of the ramp pulling a pack of cigarra out of his
pocket. He placed it into his mouth bringing a lighter up with his other
hand. He lit the tip of his cigarra, placing the lighter back into his
Corporal Seekith Shardin stepped down
the ramp right behind Quar. As opposed to his usual green clothes, he
was dress in the regular civilian clothes. His right hand fingered his
T-6 "Thunderer" heavy blaster pistol in it's thigh holster as he stepped
down. It was more out of habit then out of any sort of fear of what they
might expect. As he made it to the bottom, he called over his shoulder
to Tong, "Hey Captain? What are we doing here again?"
Trooper Jake Dayga had a DL-44 on his
thigh, a grin on his face and a full cred chip in his pocket. Time for
shore leave. "We're getting us some Twi'lek dancing girls!" Jake was in
high spirits, mission or not, a place like this had all the things a guy
could ask for with a nice pretty price tag on them. If he were a foot
shorter and less heavily muscled, one might call him giddy. "I got dibs
on any blue ones." Maybe this time someone would respect the rule of
An instant grin spread onto Seekith's face
as he heard the idea of the Twi'lek dancers. He turned his head back to
Jake and extended his right fist to him, "As long as I got dibs on the
reds. We'll give Quar all
"OK," Quar announced as he removed the
cigarra from between his lips. He held it between his fingers. He had
ignored all the banter as he began to focus on the task at hand. He
dropped the cigarra to the ground, allowing his foot to step on it.
"Follow me. Go to a table, get some drinks and have fun. I'll meet with
our contact and do what I have to." Quar said as he began to walk out of
the docking bay and into the general space port facility. He began to
walk towards the exit of the facility as he allowed his hands to go back
inside of his pockets.
Corproal Jargo Marx stepped out of the
hatch looking around with a big grin. It was nice to get out of the old
tin bucket and soak up some real sun light for a change. He was dressed
to kill wearing a black synthleather jacket over an outrageous silk
shirt too loud to control. On each hip he carried a pair of matching
WESTAR-34 blaster pistols. He settled a pair of sun shades on his nose
and strode out into the open. "Hello ladies..."
"Yeah, Jargo can have the Hutts." Jake
pushed his fist against Seekith's, then quieted up. The officers were
talking, which meant he was supposed to pretend to listen. He put on his
serious face, and followed after Quan. He said fun, that meant booze.
"I dunno Jake, I've seen your mother I
think Hutts just are not my thing" Jargo said with faux sincerity.
Tong always found it easier to look a
mercenary than a Rebel anyway. Captain Dagon Tong was not known for
military discipline in dress or weapon choice in any military he fought
for. Just professionalism on the ground. Grey combat coveralls and a
synthleather jacket made up the important parts of his ensemble, along
with what appeared to be a desert dwellers head scarf and sunglasses. On
his right thigh rode a Caiban Model X heavy blaster pistol in a tactical
drop holster. Another holster, on the small of his back attached to the
utility belt and underneath his jacket was the MSD-32. He was left
handed, so it would throw people off if he trully did need to draw a
weapon. "We are here because this is where we have to be. No dancing
girls either Dayga. We do the job and we get out, just like always. Keep
focused." His voice held no irritation, in fact, it was Tong's normal
A column of six Imperial Desert Troopers
marched through the city outside of the large spaceport complex. The
squad leader's gaze immediately focused on the group of undesirable
fringers emerging. He thrust his right hand up and spoke in a commanding
tone through his helmet, "Halt!" The other members of the squad spread
out slightly and focused on each of the individuals. Of note was a
particularly bulky troopers equipped with a T-21 repeating blaster.
If it had not been for the Stormtroopers
popping up, Jargo would have gotten a mouthful of fist. As it was
though, even Jake was not dumb enough to start a fight in front of
Stormtroopers. Not without more vulgar terminology used in conjunction
with talk about Jake's mother anyway.
Jargo eyed the Imperials, his fingers
getting a little twitchy for his blasters.
Quar looked towards the trooper and removed
his hands from his pockets. He brought out his Corellian accent as he
spoke, "Afternoon sir. What can I do ya' for?"
The squad leader stepped forward and tilted
his head slightly down to Quar, "Identification."
Seekith leaned over to Jake and whispered
in a low tone, through clenched teach, so that the troopers could not
hear what he said, "Dibs on the T-21."
"Right.. Identific...ation..." Quar said as
he began to pat down his pockets. He finally found a forged
identification card in his breast pocket which came back to a Corellian
shop keeper. Klynn extended the card to the trooper and lopsidedly
smiled as he did so.
Tong grimaced behind the sand shield of a
scarf that covered his mouth. If any of these men had served on Brentaal
during the man hunt, and took a long look at his face, they might not be
on this mission long. He did not shift, did not become nervous, but he
did wait, and hoped that Klynn could talk faster than he could draw.
The Stormtrooper held the identification
card in front of the viewscreen in his helmet. It remained there before
he lowered it back down to the man, "You'll find it nothing like
Corellia here. If you get drunk or cause trouble and you will have to
deal with us. Then, you'll end up in an Imperial prison. Deliver your
cargo and get out." The squad leader then raised his arm up and motioned
his command, "Move out." The Stormtroopers reformed their column and
began marching down the street away from the spaceport.
"...Guess that means Quar gets dibs on the
blue ones," Seekith joked.
"Thank you sir." Quar took his card back
and placed it into his pocket. He glanced over his shoulder at his
'posse' as his lopsided grin faded. He squinted for a moment as he
reached back into his pocket to retrieve a pair of glare shades and
placed them over his eyes. He began to walk down the street towards the
"Dancing Rancor" shaking his head lightly at Seekith's comment.
"Well, they were nice." Jargo moved closer
to Tong noticing Jake's rather angry looks towards him. Jake was the
last crew mate he would want to get into a fist fight with, though the
first he would pick for a battle of wits.
"No way, I called it." Jake followed quickly, "No fair takin' my dibs
Lieutenant, I called the blue ones and you gotta respect dibs."
"Just keep moving and shut up. You tried to call the droid to, and I had
to pull an MP to guard it last night. You were no where to be found."
Tong spoke as he walked, and was surprised the troopers had let them go
Quar stepped inside of the bar. He viewed
the surroundings from behind of his glare shades. He looked towards the
bar and began to walk towards it. He left the pack of men that were with
him as he took a seat at the bar. A one eyed bartender walked in front
of Quar. Quar held up one finger and nodded. The bartender pulled a
bottle of ale up from a small refrigerating unit and placed it on the
As they entered the bar, Tong nodded
slightly towards Quar. "Seekith, you and I are staying with stay with
our Intel. Dayga and Marx are going to get a table near the door and
cover our evac if we need it. Do it quietly, and stay focused." Tong
glanced about the place a moment, and had no doubts this was a good
place for such meets.
Jake walked in grinning. Then his grin
faded. There were not any Twi'leks here at all. What a rip-off. "Well
this is pretty awful." He crossed his arms, then turned to Tong. "Hey,
you know how much a Twi'lek costs?"
Seekith nodded and started to slowly make
his way to the bar. He choose a seat that was three away from Quar.
Itwas close enough that they did not seem like they were together but
close enough that he and Tong could make a move to save their intel
"Too much for you laser brains." Jargo
teased Jake. He nodded to Tong in respects to his orders and casually
took a seat at a table conveniently close to the door. As he sat he
removed the holster straps on his blasters for a quick draw if
necessary, his sharps eyes kept on the look out for trouble.
An indistinguishable Weequay stood from his
table and nodded to his guest. He approached the bar next to Quar and
made no eye contact. He nodded silently to the bartender and was quickly
served another Corellian ale. He took a sip before placing the mug back
on the counter. He sighed and spoke, as if to anyone, "Damn. I feel like
I just made a blind jump into hyperspace."
Quar brought the ale to his lips as he took
a little of the semi-bitter liquid into his mouth. He swallowed it just
as quickly as he had sipped it. He placed the glass back down onto the
table and said, "Yeah, well that can happen when you are in the vacuum
Jake dropped into the seat across from
Jargo, but did not go anywhere near his blaster. Instead, he propped his
feet up on the table, "Even if I saved? I'm pretty sure I could get a
fat one, you know? Then just starve her some until she thinned up."
The Weequay took his mug of ale and walked
away from the bar, slowly. He sat down at a quiet table in the back of
the bar, out of the way from things.
Jargo looked at Jake with a mixture of
disgust and amazement slack jawed. As hard he tried he could not help
but laugh at what he said and clap him on the shoulder, "Only you Jake,
Lieutenant Quar Klynn removed the glare
shades from his face and folding either arm of them down. He placed them
into the breast pocket of his brown trench coat as he grasped his ale
and stood. He walked towards where the Weequay's table, taking a seat
across from him. "I appreciate you meeting with me." Quar said softly.
"Forgive me for not introducing myself,"
the Weequay said quietly, "In situations like this names are best left
"Yeah, I know. You gotta learn to think
outside the box like that." Jake tapped himself on the side of the head.
"It's called creative thinking. My old sergeant said it was what was
always holding me back. My creative thinking."
Jargo burst out into a roar of laughter
motioning over a waitress. "I have no choice but to buy you a drink
Jake." He ordered two ales for the both of them still chuckling at the
ridiculousness that was spewing from Jake's mouth.
"I'm surprised you got this far," the
Weequay told him, "Traveling in large numbers around here tends to draw
'Imperial attention.' You were quite easy to spot."
"It is forgiven. For reference, you can
call me Conundrum. Either way, I believe we both have something for each
other." Quar said as he reached into his trench coat's left pocket to
remove a small data card. He placed it on the table keeping his hand on
top. "We have seen a few Imperials around, been stopped once. I am not
too concerned. Imperials are like banthas ... they herd together, they
smell bad, and they are incredibly grumpy and stupid."
Dagon lit his cigarra only after he made
sure that there was not a camera on him, and waited. This was the worst
part of meetings like this.
The Weequay slipped his own datacard from
his duster and concealed it within his hand. He placed his hand on the
table next to Quar's own and in a moment, with all the skill of the best
con artist, the hands switched places instantly without revealing the
datacards to any of the eclectic group that populated this dive. "And
the materials?" he asked.
"Alright! Never say no to free booze." Jake
slapped his hand on the table. "Gimme a umm..." Jake mostly frequented
places with a more human clientele. "Whatever the Wookies drink."
Jargo quirked a brow at him, "Just give him
an ale..." Last thing he needed was Jake drunk on Kashyyyk liquor during
Seekith's eyes glanced over to Quar in the
booth and then over to Jake and Jargo at the door. Seeing the two of
them laughing and having fun, he frowned slightly. He looked at Tong to
see if there was any hope of them striking up humor conversation.
Instantly realizing that it was not going to happen, he hung his head a
swore silently to himself, "Damn I hate you some times, sir."
Quar's own hand immediately slid off the
table and into his pocket. He picked up the ale and took another small
sip out of it before setting it back on the table. "Docking Bay 33."
Quar said as he rose to his feet. He shot a glance over to Tong and the
other men as he walked towards the door leaving his ale on the Table. He
reached inside of his breast pocket removing the glare shades and
placing them back over his eyes.
Wes lifted his arm and rubbed the back of
his wrist against a sweat beaded forehead, his gaze drifting over to the
others working at unloading the cargo from the bay of the Argo. Well
this brought back memories, thats for sure. He started back up the ramp
of the Cargo bay after leaving his most recent crate in place next to
the others they had thus far unloaded. "How's your arm treating you
Unlike the others, Ardac worked with a
quiet, calm efficiency. Even in his advancing years he proved able to
hold is own weight. Red eyes glowed from weak oxygenation as he moved
yet another crate down the Argo's suddenly very steep ramp.
Leo Kincaid wore his uniform, sans blaster,
as he dragged cargo down the ramp of the Argo, sweat soaking his shirt.
He didn't mind the labor, he liked making sure the supplies were in good
Leilia Sangre nudged a crate into a more
secure position with her foot, lining it up for a smooth glide down the
ramp. At Wes' inquiry, she gave the fingers of her securely bandaged
left arm an experimental flex, nodding briefly. "Not hurting so much
anymore, but it's still pretty much dead weight right now." She braced
her right hand against the crate she was moving, carefully guiding it
down the ramp before coming back for more.
Into Docking Bay 33 strutted three quite
menacing figures. A Trandoshan, sporting a rifle the size of his Rodian
counterpart, and a bulky Houk, suitably armed as well. The Rodian
stopped dead in his tracks and glared at the Corellian Corvette, "Are
you sure this is right place?"
"I'm sure," the Trandoshan responded, "My
contact assured me this is where the Outrunner landed."
"Well it doesn't look like the Outrunner," the Houk added.
"I'll get to the bottom of this," the
Trandoshan approached the group that was unloading the ship and snarled
menacingly, "What's going on here?"
Ardac looked up sharply. He had just set
down a crate. He turned slightly, so the DH-17 on his hip was out of
view to the men at the bottom of the ramp. Red eyes flashed and narrowed
with annoyance. "Unloading," He said coolly, and in a testing tone.
Leilia was edging a final crate down the
ramp, sighing heavily; working one-handed was kind of tough. She was
taking a much-needed breather when their little group was approached.
"Yeah, what he said," she added lightly, nodding her head toward Ardac.
"Why, you wanna lend a hand? Believe me, I could use another one. "
Leilia smirked slightly, folding her right arm casually behind her back
... fingertips brushing against her sole means of protection: a simple
whip of braided leather.
As he had been in the bay at the time, he'd
not seen the initial approach of the trio that was standing with them in
docking bay 33 now. Wes shifted his gaze from Leilia to the Trandoshan
and his slightly more distant companions, but he remained carefully
silent as he measured the situation and continued on with the unloading
as if nothing at all were amiss. Suddenly that DL-44 strapped to his
right leg felt really good, even if he was loaded down with a crate at
"We were told the Outrunner had
docked here," the Trandoshan growled as he looked over the cargo.
"What ship is this?" the Rodian asked as he
stepped forward next to the Trandoshan and lowered his blaster rifle.
"What business do you have with the
Outrunner?" Ardac demanded, arms lingering at his sides. The
unseen just a hair's breath from his blaster.
Leo Kincaid looked down at where he usually
kept a sidearm, though he knew it wasn't there, then looked at the three
armed thugs. "This ain't it, I can't tell you that..."
"What ship is this?" the Rodian asked
again, his voice raising in tone with anger.
"Woah, woah, woah... this is the Sunfighter Franchise, we made a deal with some pilot for his
transponder!" Kincaid blurted out, hoping his feign of honesty would
satisfy the trio.
"That pilot would 'not' have made such a
deal," the Trandoshan snarled back angrily at Leo.
"I'm willing to bet my creds he did" Leo
put his hands in the air to show he wasn't making any moves. "What's
your business with him?"
Ardac's eyes narrowed more, leaving ruby
slits. In the dimness that surrounded him, they were faintly
luminescent. "...This is her. What's your business, gentlemen?" There
was bite to the Chiss' words.
"Cute," the Rodian said as he snapped off a
blaster bolt at the arrogant Chiss' shoulder.
Ardac winced suddenly, and bit down hard on
the tip of his tongue as the skin atop his shoulder was seared off by a
sudden blaster bolt. He stumbled back over a crate, and his blaster was
out. He snapped a shot of his own off, aiming at the Rodian's face.
The blaster bolt impaced the Rodian, who
went down with a dull *thud* as he impacted the sand-covered floor.
Leilia dropped to cover behind a nearby
crate the instant the first shot was fired. No blaster of her own put
her at a disadvantage, there was no point in getting shot trying to find
an advantageous position. in the thick of things. "Can't you people make
it a day without getting shot at ?!"
A flash of motion from Wes' right arm and
he flung the crate in his hand as best he could across the open space
separating himself and the trio of troublemakers they were faced with,
his now empty right hand dropped to grasp the DL-44 from its holster and
swing it up to level at the chest of the Trandoshan, as he was the
closest to Wes' own position, he waited only util he heard The Chiss'
shots ring off, and he would respond with a pair of bolts all his own,
no point wasting time now, one of them was already dead, the other two
would join shortly hopefully.
The Trandoshan snarled angrily as the
blaster bolts impacted his chest. He staggered backwards, but he did not
go down. Instead, he opened up fire from his repeating blaster at the
crates Wes was hiding behind. A series of bolts slammed into the
containers, rendering their contents utterly useless. "You should not
mess with the Black Sun," the Trandoshan growled as he continued to fire
across a wide swath.
"Don't move!" Ardac managed, blood
dribbling down his chin. He was hunkered down behind the crate, his
blaster leveled on the Houk, the biggest target.
The Houk turned his attention to Ardac and
began firing from his blaster rifle at the crates in an attempt to keep
him pinned down while his Trandoshan partner unleashed from the big gun.
Leilia peeked over the edge of her cover;
if she could make it to behind the next crate in font of her, getting
her within about two meters of the thugs, she would be well within
range. She kept low to the ground, and worked around the outside of the
crates, using the thugs distraction with the other crew members to her
Leo ducked and tried to run up the ramp,
hoping to get on the ship and stay there until the fracas was over.
Ardac dropped back onto his rear as the
shots came, tearing into the crate's facade. Using his legs, he pushed
his way behind a higher stack, stood. Peeking around the far end of the
stack, he began to fire at the Houk.
The rather large and bulky Houk was too
large to avoid the fire. He let out a tremendous roar and fell to the
ground, his blaster firing wildly at the sky as he dropped.
"Surrender!" Ardac demanded to the
Trandoshan, from cover. They needed to take him prisoner, if possible.
He hoped at least one of his crewmates had the sense to realize that.
Ardac peeked around, but could not get a bead on anything but the
Wes grimaced slightly as he held down
behind the paltry cover given by the crates he was hidden behind, with
the stream of fire soaking into them, he dare not try to move away from
them, he would surely take at least one or two bolts.
The Trandoshan snapped his glare over
towards from where Ardac had spoken and growled furiously. He continued
firing at random at the crates. By now, most had taken considerable
damage and it would be a miracle if anything had survived the chaos.
Suddenly a steam of fire impacted the
Trandoshan from behind. A confused look appeared on his face. He then
fell to the ground, dead.
The sound of bootsteps could be heard in
the docking bay as a half dozen Imperial Stormtroopers appeared in the
hangar bay. Their weapons were all at the ready as they fanned out
through the area. The squad leader glared angrily at the destroyed cargo
containers, "Surrender ... or die."
Wes gave a glance to Ardac as he spoke, and
then a further look of confusion as the fire stopped... Wes slowly
lifted his head from behind his cover to survey the situation, and look
at the slightly more grim situation now facing them.
From his high cover, Ardac was farthest
away form the Stormtroopers. But firing on them would be suicide ... there
was a big difference from three aliens with blasters, and six highly
trained Imperial troops. He shot a glance back to Wes.
Kincaid heard the familiar sound of a Storm
Trooper's vocabulator from aboard the ship, near the ramp. His face went
white and he hugged the bulkhead hoping they were unaware of his onboard
Leilia was not entirely sure if she had
been spotted by the newly arrived Storm Yroopers or no, so she stayed
hunkered down behind her crate, waiting somewhat impatiently for either
the rest of the crew to arrive.
Tong was walking back towards the ship with
the men he had brought out, and then he heard the shots. On a world with
this many Stormtroopers, it wasnt all that disconcerting, or at least it
was not until he got closer to the Argo. The sight of the Stormtroopers
in the docking bay was just a perfect end to the day. He gave a quick
hand signal to his two men, ordering them to fan out, seek cover, and
get ready. It was a rather simple signal too, just his hand, palm down,
waved back and forth. Immediately afterwards, he sought cover behind a
crate directly behind the center of the formation of Imperials, and
pulled both the blaster pistol, and the MSD-32. He looked quickly over
his shoulder, to check and see if his men had sought cover yet.
Jake was following along, still kind of
upset about not getting a Twi'lek, but mildly appeased from the booze.
When he spotted Stormtroopers, his initial reaction was to hit the
closet cover, yank his pistol and get ready to blast some Imperial heads
open. Then he noticed the big gun laying at the feet of one of the
corpses and turned to the others, mouthing one word. "Dibs."
Seek nodded his understanding. He quietly
moved to a position of cover near some crates, and drew his BlasTech
T-6, leveling it at the nearest Stormtrooper.
"There's no use," the Squad leader shouted
at the men and woman hidden behind the crates, "Surrender."
Ardac looked around, to see if there was
anything useful handy. His blaster was useless in this firefight.
Wes simply growled gently and shifted his
glance over to Adrac once more... Stuck between a rock and a hard place.
The thought almost broadcast itself in the helpless look in Wes' eyes as
he considered his other options.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting ... this
was getting sort of boring. Jake peeked around the edge of the crate he
was standing behind, then said to Tong, as soft as he could manage while
still being heard, "Can we shoot them yet?"
Leilia was not stupid. She was not going to
pop up into view to get her head blown of, but there was no way she was
taking a whip to whole squad of Stormtroopers. She stayed right where
she was, shifting nervously.
Tong wanted to slap the man. But it did not
show on his face. He wanted a field of fire that would cover more
angles, and instead, he was close enough to hear a whisper. But he said
nothing, only leveled the MSD-32 on a target, and the Caliban Model X on
another, making sure that both Stormtroopers were in the clear, and then
pulled both triggers simultaneously.
Getting the cue to go, Seekith moved out
form behind his crates at fast rate of speed, firing his T-6 heavy
blaster pistol at the second closets Stormtrooper. He was quickly on the
Stormtrooper on the far left side with the T-21. As the trooper turned
to face him, he quickly grabbed the man, spun and hip throwed him into
the air at the other Stormtroopers.
Oh crap, somebody was moving. Jake popped
up from behind cover and took a pair of shots at the closest
Stormtroopers to give Seekith some covering fire. "If you die I get the
red ones too!" Fair's fair, after all.
Well finally, the cavalry was here. Leilia could not help the smirk that
curled her lips as she heard chaos erupt on the opposite side of her
hiding crate. Without another though she popped up over the top of the
crate, right arm flashing out in a smooth movement. The Stormtrooper
nearest her did not even have time to acknowledge her appearance before
the weak area of his neck was split open, armor and flesh severing
As if a row of dominos had been tipped,
one-by-one the Stormtroopers toppled to the ground. None of them had
thought to cover their behinds as all of the shooting had been going on
inside the hangar bay.
Seekith was quick to keep moving and soon
came up on the thrown trooper. Still gripping his blaster pistol in both
hands, he fired to quick rounds into the man's face plate before he
Jake advanced at a steady walk, one handing
the DL-44 as he put blast after blast into the fallen Stormtroopers. He
could not tell which of them had actually been hit yet, so he was going
to keep shooting until it was certain none of them were getting back up.
A distraction, the Stormtroopers attention
would be split. Wes dove to the left and lay out on the ground, only his
upper body jutting from the crates cover. A thrusting motion of Wes'
right arm would be given as he snapped his aim outward, only in time to
catch sight of the last of the troopers dropping to the ground, he
frowned mildly and slowly pushed back to his feet. "Well that was
Ardac heard a volley of fire, and several
filtered, monotone grunts. Had the cavalry arrived? Ardac rose steadily
to his feet, finally feeling the pain from his shoulder more intensely.
With his gun held up, he came around the crates. He took a quick look at
the damage the crates had taken, and the body count. A grimace crept
onto his face. "Well, I hope the Weequay appreciate this."
Leilia smirked, folding her arms atop the
remains of what had been the crate she had hidden behind. "Well hey, we
delivered it in one piece ... Never said it would stay that way."
Seekith re-holstered his blaster and then
looked around at mayhem. Spotting the large weapon the Trandoshan had,
he moved over and picked up to look at it.
"Grab their weapons and equipment belts,
and get moving. We need to dust off, and dust off now." Tong spoke
quickly, and started doing just as he'd ordered after holstering his
own. Equipment belts, ammo, and weapons were collected quickly and
simply dumped on the deck. "We were saving you from a detention camp.
Now get aboard. The Weequay have had all the help their getting from us
on this trip."
Wes took one look around, sighed, and shook
his head. "Great, just great." He lifted a comlink to his lips as he
spoke towards Commander Atio and rapidly apprised him of the situation.
"I'm on my way back to the bridge, time for a rapid escape, with your
permission of course, sir." Wes spoke as he ran swiftly back into the
ship and made for the turbo lifts.
Jake holstered his pistol, stepped over the
bodies of the guards and slapped Leilia's thigh. "Nice one, I'll cover
your backside any time." Then he snatched the big gun out of Seekith's
hands, "I called dibs, dangit."
"Charming. I think it's time we prep for
launch," Ardac said suggestively, before holstering his weapon. He
limped his way to the cockpit, where he found comfort before the
Kincaid ran down the ramp, looking in part
horror, part anger at the carnage and devastation done to their cargo.
"You fools! What the hell are you thinking!?"
Seekith snapped it back out of Jake's hand
and lifted it up as high as he could. Being the tallest person on the Argo, no one would be able to get it away from him. He smiled at Jake,
"I'm the biggest guy here, and in charge of the big weapons. You just
try and take it from me."
"Yes, daddy!" Leilia couldn't help but quip
at Tong. Nevertheless, she made short work of stripping troopers nearest
her before heading up the ramp with her looted prizes.
"Hey, no fair! I called dibs!" Stupid
aliens with their stupid being tall. "Gimme that back, you can have the
red Twi'leks even if you do die, now gimme my dang gun!"
"Ooh i get them too," Seekith answered. Not
relinquishing the rifle, he proceed to help Tong collect the ammo and
gear from the fallen troopers.
"Dayga, Seekith, if you both dont get
aboard and worry about the weapon later, I'll shoot you myself. Now
move." And with that Tong stepped onto the ramp. There should not be but
one or two troopers left to loot by now, and though they needed the
gear, prison and an execution would have hindered his pursuit of
Kincaid kicked one of the crates off the
ramp in pure rage, storming aboard the ship, to angry to actually say
anything. In his mind, they had a major snafu, doing the wrong thing at
the wrong time.
Jake headed onto the ship grumbling, then
turned around, whipped out his blaster and put a bolt right into the
front of that big gun. "Accidental discharge!" He yelled with a grin,
then slipped his DL-44 back into his holster and climbed on board.
Seek just smiled and walked onto the ramp.
As he passed Tong he gave him smile and nod, "Sorry about that Cap'n.
Troopers these days."
Leo Kincaid, in an action so out of
character, slugged Jake right in the side of the face. "That's equipment
we can't afford to lose, you insolent dope!"
Seekith quickly stepped in to grab Jake so
he would not slug Leo back, "Woo now! Keep moving Trooper. You can
settle with the supply guy later."
Jake jerked his face back and had his
blaster out and centered on Kincaid's chest in a flash. "Yeah? So are
you. You should be more careful you don't hurt yourself." Jake glared at
him for a long time, then pushed off of Seekith and put his blaster
back. "Yeah yeah, I'm moving."
"Kincaid. End it. It's done. And we didn't
need them, remember? The Weequay did. We collected supplies. So get
ready for dust off. We're leaving." And with everyone aboard, Tong
raised the ramp, and ended the day for the ground team.
Leilia pointedly ignored the altercation
taking place between the crew members, instead focusing her attention on
studying a blaster she had kept out of the stash of goodies she had
looted off the troopers in the docking bay. Would not hurt to have one
of these as a backup weapon ... just in case.
"You guys will hear from me later when I
cool off..." Leo trailed off as he made his way to his bunk, slamming
the side of his fist into the bulkhead.
"Prep for takeoff," Commander Atio ordered
as he strapped back in to his seat.
"Way ahead of you, sir. Engines are coming
online now, ramp is retracted, and the repulsors are warm, lets blast
this hunk of rock..." Wes rushed up the controls of the Corvette and
forced the ship into the air. He was suddenly glad he had taken the time
to face his escape vector when landing, it made it easier. he set full
throttle and angled the corvette up nto the atmosphere in a blast of
"Don't break out the bubbly yet, we still
have to slip back out. The transponder is still functioning, Commander.
Let's hope they have not flagged the Outrunner. And where's the
flaming medic?" Ardac touched his shoulder wound, wincing, before
committing himself to the control board. A red light flashed. His eyes
did the same, matching the color. "Spoke far too soon ... Commander, Star
Destroyer closing in. Orders?"
"Engage that damn hyperdrive," Commander
Atio yelled at Lieutenant Thrum as the Star Destroyer began to get a
little too close for comfort in the viewport.
Suddenly turbolaser blasts began to
splatter across the hull of the Argo as the Star Destroyer opened fired.
The vessel shook violently, but held together under the strain.
Wes was not waiting for orders. Imperial-class
Star Destroyers did not have interdictor fields, he was already cueing
up the hyperspace computer in his computations for the jump to
hyperspace. They had to get out of here before they were drawn within
tractor range. "Five seconds..." He counted down tersely before Wes
whispered a silent prayer and triggered the hyper drive and leapt in a
blind flash towards the Vergesso system.
"Commander, raising shields to max, unless
you'd rather I wait for the order?" Ardac said with a sharp tinge of
annoyance, as he drew power to the Argo's less-than outstanding shields.
Well if nothing else caught Lei's
attention, the sudden assault on the Argo's hull certainly did. She
hastily tucked the blaster into her belt, getting herself into the
closest seat and strapping in. "You sure this bucket will hold
The Corellian Corvette Argo lurched
forward, away from the Star Destroyer, and streaked into hyperspace back
to the Vergesso Asteroid. The odyssey in the Srrilur system had come to
an end, with very little to show for it.
"Better get down to sickbay and let the Doc
have a look at that wound," Commander Atio said to his operations
Once the Argo cleared hyperspace, Ardac
delegated what tasks he could to the Argo's on-board computers, rising
steadily from his seat. "Thank you, Commander." Ardac found himself
wishing for a cigarra. Not usual for him ... he hated smoke. The walk back
to sickbay was slow, with each step a sharp pain radiating out form his
shoulder. His tongue was healing, but he had nipped off the end.
Wheeling into the room, the Chiss knocked lightly on the frame of the
doorway. "Is the doctor in?" He said. Annoyance was still thick in his
voice. He was more irritated by the injury than anything else.
Sometimes Ari'aoda thought she would have
been happier kept aboard the Comfort. Particularly times like now. At
least it had been a little less creaky and the sick bay a little more
stocked. She had had more time to study there, so at least she felt a
little more prepared. During the commotion she had stayed put, ready to
tend to any if needed, but keeping herself well out of the way. At the
knock, she shook and moved towards the door. "Yes, sir. Please come in."
It was a struggle for the Twi'lek not to cross her fingers that the
injury be fairly mild.
The Chiss, the grumpy old Ardac, eyed the
Twi'lek with those piercing reds. In his youth, the wide variety of
aliens the universe offered was something of interest to him. Now, they
were all just ... sentients. The Operations Officer tugged off his
shirt, setting down on the first available table. The flash-cauterized
gash from the blaster bolt was on his left shoulder. It was fairly deep,
and hurt like flaming hell. He did not say anything else.
Seekith walked into the medlab soon after
Ardac. Seeing the wound, he raised a quizzical eyebrow, "What happened
to you old man?"
"Ouch!" She pulled down the overhead light
for a better look, frowning at the charred and lacerated flesh. "Not to
worry, we can have that back to rights in no time." With that she turned
from him with a light 'hmmm...' and pulled a cart closer, selecting from
it a packet of suture and a container of greenish ooze. "I can't promise
that this won't sting a bit before it gets numb." This she warned him
before extracting a soaked gauze from the container and carefully
applying it to the wound.
"Don't you have something big and noisy to
lug around?" Ardac said in a not-so jokingly tone, his eyes cutting into
the Cathar. He would have said something else, but his attention was
suddenly drawn to the stinging sensation that racked his body. His back
stiffened visibly, and his fingers dug into the edge of the table.
Otherwise, he did not make any other sounds.
"Of course I do," Seekith answered,
"Seriously though, are you going to be okay?"
Tong was looking for the two men that were
his responsibility on this boat. And he was pissed, a cold fire had lit
in his eyes. He was supposedly running an elite commando unit. And
instead, he had an operator that seemed to think closing and throwing
men was as effective as shooting them. He finally made his way to the
medlab, and grabbed the Cathar, spinning him to face him. "If you ever
pull that kind of a stupid stunt again, I will shoot you myself. You put
yourself, and the entire crew at risk. Do you understand me?"
"I'd be better off," Ardac took a moment to
wince, "If you'd walk a bit faster..." He was relieved when Tong stormed
in, grabbing the Cathar's attention away from him. He spun his gaze to
the doc. "Throw some med-adhesive on it and let's call it done." If it
was possible, he sounded even more annoyed.
Seekith snapped to attention after being
turned around by Tong. His eyes were wide with a slight bit confusion
sitting in them.
Ari frowned sympathetically when the man
reacted to the sting. "I can do as you request, but it will heal a
little better with some absorbable sutures underneath. It's up to you."
"You are not one some spice sniffing tribal
Wookie. You will fight as you were trained. And I know for a fact that I
did not train someone to engage in CQB when they did not have to. You
are a member of my Cuy'Val Dar. You piss on tactics like that again, and
I'll make certain that you truly do not exist any longer, except as a
pile of ashes floating in space? It will be hard to lay hands on
Twi'leks from their, no matter their color. Do you read me?" Tong was
ready to shoot the heavy weapons specialist as it was, but now was not
"I don't want to lose any function in my
arm. If that helps, go ahead." Better safe than sorry: he choked back
his annoyance long enough to speak earnestly to the doctor. She didn't
shoot him, no reason to be snide with her. "Don't use anything you don't
have to. I don't need pain suppressants." More correctly, had enough
pride he would rather deal with the pain. He would, too. The Chiss were
a powerfully willed people, and he was from a warrior family ... even if
he had been disowned, in a way.
Seek just stood completely still and took
the verbal ego whooping. He snapped a fearful answer as fast as he
could, "Yes, sir! Sorry, sir! No excuses! It won't happen again, sir!"
That being the case, she would not tell him
that aside from a disinfectant, the green ooze was mostly just a sort of
Novocain. "You should not feel them at all, and I'll be quick." A needle
driver was pulled from a sterile pack and the sutures opened and set,
then she began, working quickly and accurately to suture the under
layers so that the outer layer would heal without scarring too tightly.
While she worked, she listened with some interest to the two bickering
"It had better not. And the next time I give you an order, you follow
it, instead of arguing with a squad mate about who gets to keep what.
Because I am not going to be captured, imprisoned, and or executed
because you cant even spell operation professionalism, let alone act by
it. Now, you are going to report to the captain of this damned ship, and
find a dirty job to do, and I don't care if that means licking his boots
clean after he steps in a poodoo pile. Is that clear?"
Ardac could not help but grin, as much as
the pain coursing through him allowed, at how Tong handled the
It really did not take her long at all,
just a quick line of continuous should do the trick. With a blade, she
had to freshen the edges of the outermost layer due to the cauterizing
effect of the blaster bolt, but he shouldn't notice. A simple
application of glue and medadhesive finished the job. "All set. Let me
know if you have any trouble with it or need anything for the pain in
"Yes, sir!" Seek answered. He still had
some supplies that he had brought up from the cargo hold. He turned as
set them down, taking a second to speak to the doctor, "Extra medpacks
we lifted of the Stormtrooper for you ma'am." He smiled ear to ear and
blushed as he saluted the Twi'lek. His eyes turned backed to Tong and
the goofy smile almost immediately jolted back to fear. He practically
sprint out of the medbay.
"I could hug you!" She beamed widely at
Seekith before he would hurry off. She would be entertained for hours
going through that stuff.
"I am going to just shoot them all, and
start over.." He muttered softly, and lit a cigarra before rubbing the
bridge of his nose. The calm facade that the soldier had possessed all
those years was being replaced day by day it seemed, the Mandalorian
passion chipping away at him.
Ardac rose to his feet, testing the
mobility of his arm. It hurt. He suffered through. "Thank you, doctor."
As he strode out the door, he slowed to offer Tong a respectful nod. But
he turned away as the cigarra was lit. Irritable might as well have been
tattooed across his forehead. "...You know, I'm not one-hundred percent
clear on the Alliance's repercussions for misfiring into, say, something
tall and fuzzy. I could look it up for you." He said it passively,
before he moved to return to the bridge. His pace was slow and measured.
Seekith soon reappeared in the medlab, this
time in the turbo lift. He took half a step out before he saw Tong still
standing there. "Oops! Wrong floor!" he lied. He quickly stepped back
into the turbolift and continued taking it back up to the command deck.
Dagon made no reply to that, he was not
about to ask the Alliance for permission to do anything at this point.
They were the same idiots who had handed him this team, and then
deployed them without adequate time to train. He was ready to ring
someone's neck as he moved out of the medbay, and returned to his bunk.
All of them having left, she gave an
exasperated sigh and began going through the new medpacs so that
everything could be arranged how she liked it for later use.