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Taegin Roan
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« Reply #30 on: April 08, 2017, 07:05:45 PM »

:: Ralen Yorul, Human Mercenary ::
:: Holding Cell ::

The man who called himself Eaten began to speaking again. "That is interesting.  I would have expected them execute a turncoat rather expediently.  There doesn't seem to be a logical reason for me to be here either.  I was on a freighter hauling completely legal supplies when we ran into an Imperial patrol in the outer rim.  Some captain of a Star Destroyer must have decided he wanted what we had.  We got picked up, the ship was impounded, and the crew taken prisoner.  For some reason I was sent here. I guess we'll find out why soon enough."

“When I was with the Empire,” Ralen began, “Quick executions were extremely common, so when I was captured I was surprised when I wasn’t immediately killed. I almost wish I would have been. It would have saved me the trouble of worrying about what these scientist want with me. Ah well, I guess that’s what I get for being a good merc.” He finished jokingly.

Then finishing the last of his protein block, Ralen laid down on the bunk in such a way that he could continue listening to the man in the other cell. It was nice to have someone to talk to other then the one man who, in Ralen’s opinion, talked way too much.
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« Reply #31 on: April 10, 2017, 07:58:27 AM »

:: Specialist Jathan Cort/Eatan Surrell ::
:: Holding Cell ::

“When I was with the Empire,” Ralen began, “Quick executions were extremely common, so when I was captured I was surprised when I wasn’t immediately killed. I almost wish I would have been. It would have saved me the trouble of worrying about what these scientist want with me. Ah well, I guess that’s what I get for being a good merc.”

Hmm, so Ralen left the Empire to become a mercenary.  Not a career switch you often see, probably why the man ended up in a science lab rather than a smoldering carcass.  They probably had a long and painful death in store for the traitor.   

"No sense wishing for a quick execution.  As long as you're alive you have a chance.  If these guys plan on experimenting on me they are going to have to pay for it."  The right side of his mouth curled up into a sinister smile as he finished.  Cort moved towards the front of his cell and leaned against the door, looking across to the neighboring cell where Ralen was now resting on the bunk.  "How did you end up leaving the Empire?  I have heard of some officers defecting to the Rebellion, and some going through the Academy just to jump ship afterwards, but a storm trooper leaving seems like a rare occurrence."  Cort specifically said Rebellion rather than Alliance to sound less sympathetic.  If only there was some way to get a message to the Commander to run a background check on the man, but unfortunately he was on his own.  Ralen seemed somewhat willing to talk though.  That would at least give him something to go on. 
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« Reply #32 on: April 10, 2017, 10:36:22 PM »

:: Ralen Yorul, Human Mercenary ::
:: Holding Cell ::

“No sense wishing for a quick execution.  As long as you're alive you have a chance.  If these guys plan on experimenting on me they are going to have to pay for it.” The man stated. Ralen’s reply was not much more than a grunt, but then Eaten walked over to the door of the larger holding cell across the hallway, once more beginning to speak. “How did you end up leaving the Empire?  I have heard of some officers defecting to the Rebellion, and some going through the Academy just to jump ship afterwards, but a storm trooper leaving seems like a rare occurrence.”

This caught his attention, so Ralen slowly sat back up and looked at the man. The way he had spoken the word “Rebellion” almost sounded like he was trying to hide what he really thought. Maybe I should try to learn a little more about this man. Ralen thought to himself, but aloud he said:

“My story is a little too long to tell here . . .  well, maybe not. We are after all in prison.” He said with a smirk, and then began to tell his tale. “When I was a boy, all I ever wanted to be was a Stormtrooper. They were my heroes, my idols. So strong, so precise, so . . . right, or so it seemed at the time. When I was old enough, I enrolled in an academy, and began my long journey to becoming a Stormtrooper, fully planning on rising to some high rank. All the while doing what I thought was right. Not caring about anything but the orders. But then, a few years ago, I was providing security on the Death Star, and I watched as they completely destroyed my home world. That’s when it clicked. Everything I thought about the Empire was false. All my firm-held beliefs that they were right, and the Rebellion was wrong. They were not some great savior of the galaxy, they were a tyrant. A dictator, who’s only thought was to rule the galaxy.” The disgust was obvious in his voice as he spoke.

“Soon after I was able to escape, and I eventually began my career as a mercenary. It took a while for my contracts to start giving me enough revenue to pay for everything I needed, but eventually it did. Then about a week ago I was working with a group of mercs doing a big job, but we were attacked by another band of mercenaries who just happened to be working for the Empire captured our ship and took basically everything I owned before delivering us to the Empire. That is how I wound up here. So, how about you? What’s your story?” Ralen had been looking at the ground as he told this last part, but looked up when he asked about Eaten.
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« Reply #33 on: April 11, 2017, 09:40:47 AM »

:: Specialist Jathan Cort/Eatan Surrell ::
:: Holding Cell ::

Cort watched the man in the other cell intently while Ralen told his story.  The Specialist maintained an emotionless expression as Ralen spoke, until he mentioned the Death Star and his home world being destroyed.  This man, a former storm trooper, was from Alderaan!  A brief flicker of emotion flashed across his face, a mix of surprise and sadness, and suddenly memories surfaced of his own home being obliterated by an orbital bombardment.  He almost immediately regained his composure as he listened to the rest of Ralen's tale.  Luckily the man had been looking at the ground as he spoke and did not see Cort's reaction.  He was also surprised by the other man's willingness to talk so openly about his past with a complete stranger, and he seemed to be telling the truth for the most part.  There at least didn't seem to be any deception regarding his feelings towards the Empire.  Although he wondered why Ralen would have gone mercenary rather than joining the Rebels. 

The Specialist thought briefly about how to respond when Ralen asked him about his story, and tried to remember the details from the dossier he had been given prior to the mission.  He thought Ralen was being truthful and almost wished he could tell him who he really was, but for obvious security reasons he knew he had to stick to the cover story. 

"There isn't a whole lot to tell, at least nothing to compare with your story.  I did mercenary work for a few years too and a little bit of smuggling on the side, mostly in the outer rim and for independent clients.  No strong feelings one way or the other towards the Empire or the war so I generally tried to avoid it, although I did have some excitement when the crew ran some contraband past an Imperial patrol a few times.  Didn't do a lot of smuggling though, it paid well but was too risky.  Weighing slightly  lower pay against death or imprisonment made it an easy decision, although you can see how well that line of thinking worked out.  The last couple of years I settled on contracting myself out for security services, which is how I ended up here.  I was heading up security on one of my client's freighters, we came across an Imperial patrol, and the rest is history."

Before Ralen could respond Cort took a quick look around the holding area, at the guard at the door who seemed rather bored and unattentive at the moment, and his cellmate who was chatting it up with Sergeant Da'Ra on the other side of the cell.  Satisfied that the guard and talkative man wouldn't be able to make out what he was saying, Cort turned back towards Ralen and spoke in almost a whisper.

"What do you know about that guy, besides the fact that he talks too much?  Say, if some misguided fool were to plan something, would he join in or inform the guard?"  Hopefully he hadn't given anything away as far as his allegiance.  He didn't think so and his question should just come across as a prisoner looking for an opportunity to escape, which any normal person in that situation would think about.
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« Reply #34 on: April 13, 2017, 01:51:25 PM »

:: Ralen Yorul, Human Mercenary ::
:: Holding Cell ::

Ralen listened to the man’s story, and acted like he was truly interested in it. Which in a way he was, but not for the sake of getting to know the man, but rather because he wanted to know if he could trust him or not. As Eaten finished telling his tale, Ralen was about to respond, but before he had the chance to, the other man looked around towards the guards and his fellow cell mates, then walked over to the door of his cell. Looking at Ralen and speaking in a low voice the man asked “What do you know about that guy, besides the fact that he talks too much?  Say, if some misguided fool were to plan something, would he join in or inform the guard?” When Ralen heard this, he figured it was just because the man was thinking about escaping, just like any man would. But he wasn’t sure. As he thought about it, something seemed weird about the man’s story as well. Ralen couldn’t place his finger on what it was, but it started with the way the man had said “Rebellion” earlier.

Speaking like nothing was going on, Ralen said, “Honestly, not much. For all the talking he does, he hasn’t shared many details about his past, or his allegiances. He came in on the same shipment as I did a few days ago, and goes by the name of J’barrl. Other than that, all I know is that he was arrested for selling illegal weapons. So to answer your question, I’m not sure. He does seem to talk a lot, but I don’t think he would tell the guards.”

Ralen thought about adding something about him being able to help, but then decided against it. Asking for someone plan of escape and then offering your services would sound a little odd, so he decided to just wait and see if this man wanted help. If he even was truly trying to escape.
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« Reply #35 on: April 17, 2017, 10:07:27 AM »

:: Specialist Jathan Cort/Eatan Surrell ::
:: Holding Cell ::

'Hmm, illegal weapons, interesting.'  Cort thought.  Someone with those kind of connections could be valuable to their group, and if it turned out J'barrl couldn't be trusted, he was sharing a cell with a squad of trained killers.  As far as Ralen was concerned, it was easy to invent a sob story about the Empire destroying one's home, but he seemed truthful enough and would be an asset with his storm trooper training.  It would be a risk though and he would have to be careful when the time came.  Not wanting to risk creating anymore suspicion than he already had , Cort decided to end the discussion.

"Well Ralen, I guess there is nothing left but to find out what these guys have in store for us."

Cort sat back down on the bench and leaned back against the wall.  He had had enough talk and was itching to make his move, but that of course depended on the readiness of the rest of the team.  For now he would wait. 

 
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« Reply #36 on: June 17, 2017, 10:40:58 PM »

:: Belyra Vekraa/ Elayne Korvani, Human Smuggler/ Mercenary ::
:: Testing facility Landing Pad ::

As Elayne and Kardac left the ship early that morning they put on an air of being a bit under the weather from the previous nights drinking. Given the smuggler's previous experience it wasn’t particularly hard for her to fake. If a guard had been set on their ship then they were nowhere in sight, and the front door to the entrance building was locked. Grumbling the woman pulled out her commlink and pulled up Kesa’s number which she’d gotten off him the previous night. As the call connected they were making a bit of a show of finding a way around in case anyone was watching, then walked down the side of the administration building where there was just enough room between it and the private hangar building, grumbling loudly about being locked out in the drizzling rain so no one could accuse them of sneaking around.

“Oi, Kesa, why you lock us out with no guard or whatever to answer the doorbell when it's raining?” she spoke into the comm grumpily. There was a chuckle from the other end.

You sound a little the worse for wear for last night’s frivolities” the mercenary leader commented.

“Oh shut it” she replied irritably. There was another chuckle.

Hang on, ill be down there shortly” he replied. The night before as Elayne had got more ‘drunk’ she had cosied up to Kesa more, supposedly trying to rekindle their fling from twelve months earlier and he thankfully had responded well to her ‘drunken’ affections. It hadn't resulted in much more than a goodnight kiss but for her Elayne persona that was plenty. The woman wasn’t particularly known as a flirt after all. She was rather glad he was coming in person to meet them, their plan had half a chance of possibly working.

“It's okay, we have kinda found our way down the side of this building” she commented. “Hope you haven't locked the mess hall on us too.”

What? You aren't meant to be wandering... Just wait there.” The call ended and Elayne looked at her commlink.

“Righteo” she said but she waited until she was back on the covered pathway that lead behind the hangar to the mess hall before she stopped. Less than a minute later Kesa appeared on the path ahead of them walking towards them with long strides.

You know you aren't meant to just wander around here” he said, his voice barely sounding accusing. Elayne shrugged.

“I hardly was trying to sneak around, just wanted to get out of the damn rain. Shoulda had someone there if you wanted us escorted still.” The woman still sounded a bit groggy.

Well no harm done I guess, and I'm glad to see you are happy to get moving early. Some of my men take a bit to get motivated. Come on, you look and sound like you could do with a cup of Caf. Your lot eaten yet? Breakfast is being served.

Elayne gave him a grateful smile and stepped in closer to him. “Are you going to be eating with us?” she asked him, a slight measure of longing added to her voice. He gave her a lop sided grin.

We'll I've already had a bite to eat, but I guess I could join you, if you want.

The woman stepped in closer until she was almost toe to toe with him. “I'd like that. Be nice to catch up some more.” She paused for a moment as if hesitating before she continued in a softer voice, more longing added to it. “You know, I hadn't realized how much I'd missed you until last night. I don't normally find myself longing for a particular guy, not that I've had that many, but...” She left the sentence hanging, desperately hoping he would take the bait. It was a gamble.

The previous night her and Kardac had argued extensively over how to put their next part of the plan into action. They needed a way into the prison so they were there when the bombs went off so their companions could be sprung and armed immediately. Several ideas had been thrown around and dismissed. Eventually Elayne had won with her way, mostly because nothing else seemed particularly viable. She knew Kardac was still against it but with no other option they hadn't been left with much choice. It all hinged on her ability to sweet talk Kesa into exactly what she wanted. Never had quite so much ridden on her man seducing ways.

Lady Luck was with them however. In a rare show of affection he lifted one hand to caress her cheek. “Was I that good?” he said cockily, that lop sided grin still on his face. The smuggler pressed her face into his hand, lifting hers up to cup his. “Yes” she admitted, putting every bit of skill she had into the lie. He had been good, but she’d had better.

Why didn’t you come back to my bed last night then?

She gave a tiny sigh. “I... I wasn’t sure if you still felt the same. Sides, I didn’t want it to seem like that’s all I was after or something.” She purposely stumbled over the words. Somehow it was working. He gave a little chuckle. “Maybe we can get reacquainted later then?

Elayne looked deep into his eyes. “I'd like that. After you've finished your duties for the day of course.”

I can always get one of my lieutenants to take over, not like much happens here. Assuming you don’t have more pressing matters, like getting your ship repaired?

“Sarat is on top of it anyway.”

There was the sound of a throat being cleared and Elayne took a half step backwards with a glance at Kardac, who was purposely playing the role of a slightly impatient third wheel to their interactions. Kesa assumed his usual tough mercenary leader’s look.
 
You should probably have breakfast first, then we can get 'reacquainted'.” His hand dropped from her cheek but Elayne caught it with a “wait!” Kesa looked at her, one eyebrow raised.

“I was wondering... If you could do me a small favor?” she asked in an uncertain voice.

What would that be?

“Well... I've kinda been a bit put out by that smelly little Bothan cyborg. He was the prick that bruised me after all” she said, her voice hardening and pointing to the still dark bruise on her cheek. “I managed to be good and not kill him or injure him too badly, a dead prisoner doesn’t get me any creds. I would really like to look him in the eye one last time before he gets sent off to whatever death you have planned for him.”

Kesa looked at her a long while, starring into her emerald hard eyes. Eventually he nodded.

Okay. But no killing him. Do that, and I'm gonna have to dock the cost of him off your next pay” he warned her. She nodded, a look of grim anticipation growing on her face.

“Oh, I hadn't planned to kill him” she commented, falling in next to the larger man as they walked towards to communications center.

Elayne, I'm not taking you there for you to damage him. I've got a reputation to keep after all. If I let my people bash up every prisoner that comes through to satisfy their urges, I'd lose this contract.

“That scummy bastard tried to rearrange my face” she said savagely. “He deserves whatever he's got coming to him. Besides, I wouldn’t want to hurt him too much, or he wouldn’t be able to fully enjoy the hospitality of this lovely little facility. I'm sure whatever they have planned, I couldn’t match up to with my torture techniques.”

He chuckled. “When did you become so blood thirsty?” He opened the door and escorted them in. Unlike the office building this one didn’t have corridors. They were immediately greeted with the sight of a huge bank of communications equipment on one side of the room, with a doorway on the other side leading to the armoury, through which they caught a glance of racks of blasters and some lockers as they continued towards the opposite door.

“I've always been this way. You just didn’t fully know me.”

Two technicians in the room greeted Kesa as their group passed and he gave them a lazy wave of his hand in acknowledgement. “I'm sure we can fix that now you are becoming a member of the Golden Nexu.
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« Reply #37 on: June 17, 2017, 10:41:33 PM »

Once outside they didn’t have to go far before they reached the prison door. Kesa entered the access code and they were admitted to a small chamber, where one of his men sat bored with his feet up on the console reading something on his datapad.

Read in your own time” Kesa snapped. “Now let us in.

The lightly armoured man hurriedly dropped his feet and put the datapad down, turning off its screen in the process. “Yessir” he muttered quickly, and hit the button to open the door.

Inside Bel had to harden herself slightly to the sight that greeted her. Two cells, more like cages really, one on either side of the room. The sight of a prison was one she detested, she’d always managed to avoid a stay in one and was glad she hadn't had to play the part of the 'prisoner'. The cell to the left held those who weren’t human, while the humans were piled into one on the right. The Empire’s discrimination towards non human sentients was clearly at work here. It was something she had never understood. On the right of the door stood a stormtrooper with his blaster held at a casual ready, almost more like a statue of white, relatively new and undamaged armor than a living person encased in the stuff.

On the left side of the doorway sat another Golden Nexu mercenary, who like his counterpart on the other side of the door was human and lightly armored sitting at a small table, though he quickly stood at their presence. He should be easier for the pair to dispatch- Kesa and the stormtrooper, not quite as easy. Her weapons could punch through a stormtrooper’s armor with ease at that range but her primary target was Kesa, and currently Kardac was still just armed with his hold out blaster and vibroblade hidden in his boots, as well as one of her small holdout blasters she had insisted he take, to his mild surprise. That one was powerful at close range, but it only had one shot in it. The pair had poured over different scenarios and situations late into the night. With how it sat currently, when things went down the other troops were his problem- Kesa was hers. She had insisted that she could take out more than one man on her own but he had won that particular part of the argument, citing that he was a trained soldier very proficient in multiple weapons and hand to hand combat and she was not. In a way she was kind of thankful even though her pride had been wounded, since killing Kesa would be challenge enough. Surprise would be her best bet, but she was still trying to work out the exact details.

Beyond the two cage like cells she could see a corridor with what looked like rows of small cells on either side and a door at the far end. The prison wasn’t very big but it look like it could easily hold thirty prisoners in cramped quarters. It brought back memories of seeing slaves locked behind bars awaiting their sale to new owners in slave markets and she had to suppress a shudder of disgust. Her heart was beginning to beat faster, she had to concentrate on the moment at hand, and the deception she was about to pull off. Next to the mercenary there was a droid standing unmoving. She’d found out that its defense protocols had been disabled after it had attacked one too many prisoners for commenting about escaping or for insulting the Empire. Now it transmitted everything it heard or observed to the communications room, translated into Basic . There a technician made the decision whether what was being said needed attention by a guard. She was counting on that process being delayed.

The prisoners looked for the most part to be asleep, though some had woken at the sound of the door opening then closing. Her eyes focused on the Bothan and the corners of her mouth lifted into a small sinister smile. “Open their cell” she said to Kesa, her words almost a question, and with a hard edge to them.

Remember what I told you Korvani” he warned her.

“I'm not going to kill him. Will you please open it?” This time it ended softer, and she turned pleading eyes to him. With a slight shake of his head Kesa waved to his man.

Don’t make me regret hiring you on Elayne.”

The mercenary opened the cell with a shrug and Elayne immediately put her plan into action. Striding in quickly she grabbed the sleepy, half awake Tyy’n by the front of his shirt, pulling him to his feet with a growl then punching him in the jaw. The result was that the surprised Bothan stumbled backwards against the solid back wall. In truth she had hit him only just hard enough to make it look the part and do little more than bruise him, using the hand that had held his shirt front to shove him backwards in the process. “Filthy alien scum!” she scowled at him, taking a few steps forward to grab him again. His fur was now trembling violently, but whether it was in fear or outrage at her actions she didn’t know. She used her body to block the sight of him from the others and leaned in close. As she did so she slipped a small object down out of her bracer and let it fall into the neck of his shirt. It was the second battery that would fit in on top of the slimline one already inside his deactivated arm. They had decided that rearming the cyborg was one of their first priorities.

“[Wait for signal]” she growled viciously and quietly in poorly pronounced Bothan, the pushed him down roughly so he ended up on his butt on the ground with his back against the wall. As she stood she turned and pulled one of her blasters free in one fluid motion to point it at the crimson Twi’lek Tej who had gotten up and started to approach her in order to pull her off his comrade.

“I wouldn’t do that sweetheart. Unlike your captors here, I don’t really care whether someone like you lives or dies. So what if I lose a few creds, if I get the satisfaction of putting a bolt between your eyes.” Her words were ice cold and Tej slowly sat back down on the bench. With a satisfied grin she left the cell slowly, putting her deathhammer back in its holster as she was safely free of it. Inside she was beginning to panic. Where were the others? Styg and Keler should have gotten the signal by now, why weren't bombs going off and the sound of her beloved YT2400’s engines roaring above them?

"See, I told you I wasn't going to kill him. I would have liked to though."

The mercenary closed the cage door behind her, something she’d hoped wouldn’t happen before the explosions started, and still with the grin on her face walked over to Kesa, flexing her right hand a little as if she’d hurt her knuckles punching Tyy’n. He had an amused smile on his face. “Do you feel better now? I didn’t know you could be that cold.

“I told you before Kesa, you don’t completely know me. Thank you, though.” She stepped in closer to him. What was taking their crew so long? If they didn’t act soon, the trio would be on the way back to the mess hall and they really didn’t want to be anywhere near that.

What was it you said to him?” Kesa asked curiously.

“That?” Elayne gave a short bark of a laugh. “A Bothan insult. Roughly it translates to ‘filthy rabid dog’. Learnt it off a Bothan a long time ago, apparently they really hate being called that.” She was improvising now and really hoped Kesa didn’t know any Bothese.

The mercenary leader laughed loudly. “You’ll have to teach me that one, I like it. Come on, you must be hungry.

There were still no explosions. As Kesa’s back turned to her, the smuggler’s eyes flicked over to Kardac. “Wait Kesa!” She grabbed his wrist, and out of desperation and rather out of character for this alias pulled him back towards her, stepped in close, and wrapping her arm around his waist pulled him in to kiss him on the mouth, long and hard. His initial surprise gave in to the kiss being returned. It felt to her like the kiss went forever, she really was playing for time now. Finally she heard the loud rumbling sounds as first one, then two more explosions went off all around them, the building shaking from the force of those explosions. The lights immediately went off. Kesa tried to pull away from her embrace.

What the karking he..?!” he didn’t get the opportunity to finish. As soon as the lights had gone out Bel had taken advantage of the momentary confusion, pulling one blaster from its holster with lightning speed to shoot Kesa point blank in the stomach with it. She heard him growl in pain and quickly stepped backwards in the inky blackness, pulling her second blaster free to shoot him again. She wasn’t going to risk that the first shot hadn’t killed him.

The man moved faster than she thought. He was severely injured by the shot, but it hadn’t killed him and Kesa was no slow bruiser. He pulled his own sidearm free and shot in the direction he guessed Bel would be. Red bolts of plasma hammered into him repeatedly as she fast fired in his direction, a feminine cry of pain adding to the confused and alarmed noises made by the prisoners and the sound of Kardac dispatching his targets. When she heard what she suspected was Kesa’s body thump dead to the floor, and feeling the cage bars of the alien’s cage at her back, Elayne dropped to a kneeling position, lifting her right hand to awkwardly clutch at her left upper arm, her weapons still held in each hand. It was over in a matter of seconds though it felt much longer.

An emergency light flickered back on overhead, dimly lighting the prison as the simultaneous sounds of her ships turrets firing, the bunker buster missiles impacting with the mess hall and barracks and of buildings collapsing seemed to penetrate the still standing prison from all around. Elayne knelt, her left blaster raised painfully and her eyes flicking around the room as the ground beneath her feet shook unsteadily from the continuous explosions. She glanced around to see that Kardac had successfully killed the storm trooper and the mercenary, and Kesa lay barely a couple of metres away, his body and armor covered with plasma burns. One of her shots had hit him in the neck and blood was pooling under his head where her shot hadn't fully cauterized the artery it had punctured. A quick glance seemed to show all the prisoners were alive and unharmed.

Elayne hadn't been quite as lucky. One of the two shots Kesa had fired before dying had hit her in her upper arm. Pain tore through her arm and shoulder and sheer will power was all that was keeping the blaster in her trembling left hand raised and ready to shoot, just barely. The shot hadn't quite been direct, partly hitting her shoulder armour but she could smell the burning fabric and flesh. She knew the arm would be practically useless for shooting now, she would be able to pull the trigger once it had been bandaged and she took a stim but she wouldn’t be able to aim accurately. As the pain kept increasing she clenched her teeth together, sucking in air between them with a painful hiss. Her gaze stopped on the dead Kesa again and this time she growled. "Slaver scum! Burn in the nine hells for all eternity!" She spat in pain fueled anger at the lifeless body.
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« Reply #38 on: June 17, 2017, 10:43:24 PM »

:: Lieutenant Commander Kardac Shalth/Kaberc Shurret ::
:: Testing facility buildings ::

~Kaberc kept quiet as Elayne and Kesa conversed over the comm.  He merely acted the part of someone who'd had a bit much to drink the night before and didn't want to be out in the rain this early in the morning.  Finally Kesa came out and met them and Elayne started to spin her web around him.  They went on for a bit and he eventually cleared his throat in an impatient gesture of wanting to move along.  Then Elayne went for a soft spot in a moment of weakness by Kesa.  It played out well and Kesa agreed to let Bel go get a little payback.~

~The trio marched along a route into a building they hadn't been inside yet.  This building was more open on the inside and had a lot of banks of equipment.  There were also some racks of weapons.  He made a note that the people in this building could quickly arm themselves, or that this building could be raided for more arms if needed.  The sensor arrays were on top of this building, and judging by the way they were heading, the prison was was their next destination.  It was only a brief walk outside before they were at the prison door.  They entered without much pause and Kaberc immediately began to analyze the situation.  Also he touched one of his belt pouches which contained a burst transmitter.  It was designed to signal the ship and start the countdown until they set off the first explosive on the main generator.~

~After only a little hesitation Elayne was let into the cell so she could rough up Tyy'n and slip him the other part of the power pack that went into his arm.  Once the second part was inserted, it would bypass the manual shutoff and immediately activate the other part and power up his arm.  Once the distractions started he'd be able to slap it in and be ready to go.  While Elayne was in the cell and roughing up Tyy'n and giving him the signal and fending off any other prisoners  that seemed like they wanted to jump her, Kaberc had begun inching closer to the stormtrooper who was fixated on the altercation in case anything got out of hand.  The scuffle provided plenty of distraction for the trooper, Kesa, and the other merc as Kaberc was now within striking distance of the trooper.  It had all happened a little too fast though.  Kaberc was keeping count in his head and their progress was ahead of the timing.~

~Elayne managed to stall a bit more though after the cage was closed.  She sweet talked to Kesa just a bit and spun a little lie about what she'd said to Tyy'n.  It was buying time, but it still didn't seem like it'd be enough.  Kesa urged them all to leave so they could eat and Kardac tensed because the time was almost up and they didn't want to be outside just yet.  Elayne pulled yet one more surprise and kissed Kesa deeply, stopping him in his tracks.  It was just enough to run out the clock.  A single large explosion went off, then was followed by two smaller ones, one far and one rather nearby, causing the prison structure to shake.  At that moment the lights went off and he heard Kesa curse and a blaster go off.~

~The moment the lights went off, Kaberc sprang like a coiled spring and locked onto the stormtrooper.  The trooper probably didn't even know what hit him.  Kaberc's muscular arm wrapped around the shorter trooper's neck and squeezed like a vice.  His free hand grabbed the middle of the trooper's blaster and held it upwards so it couldn't be aimed towards anybody.  It only took a moment for Kaberc to get the right leverage before squeezing tighter and then jerking forcefully to snap the trooper's neck.  The body went limp but Kaberc held it up as a shield with the blaster fire that was happening.~

~With the blaster no longer being held by the trooper, Kaberc took hold of it and pointed it in the direction of where the merc had been standing when the lights went out.  The scope had a low light assist that came on when needed.  It came on as his finger rested on the trigger and while it didn't show everything, it was enough to highlight silhouettes and show him that Elayne wasn't in his line of fire and that he was aiming at the other merc who hadn't moved much.  He squeezed the trigger and the first shot was a little off target, clipping the man in the arm, but the next two shots were dead on, dropping the merc in a slump.~

~There had been an exchange of blaster fire, likely between Elayne and Kesa he assumed.  Elayne had made the mistake and only fired once initially when she was point blank.  He'd have fired three or four times, which would have been more likely to take Kesa out with less chance of any return fire.  The whole exchange had only taken maybe ten or fifteen seconds and now the emergency lights were coming on.  Outside there were a few smaller explosions as the turrets on the ship took out comms and sensors and gun emplacements, and also four larger explosions as the mess hall and three barracks were hit by missiles.  The explosions probably didn't kill everybody in the buildings, but it would reduce the number of the opposition to significantly less than it was.~

~Kaberc saw Elayne had been hurt, but had to focus still.  He let the trooper's body slump to the floor and slid up against the wall on one side of the doorway that led to the outer area where the guard had been at the desk.  Moments after the lights came on there was a bang on that door and the merc called out from behind it.~

"Hey!  What's going on in there?!?"

~Kaberc swung around from the wall to the door, blaster already leveled and opened fire the instant he saw the guard's face.  Three red bolts struck high, on his clavicle, neck, and his face.  The dead guard slumped to the floor behind the closed door.  He then turned and put three bolts in the droid for good measure before he knelt to see to Elayne's wound.  The droid may have been unaware while the lights were off, but now that they were on and he'd shot someone in the open, he didn't feel like seeing if the droid would turn on him.  It wasn't too bad of a wound, it would hurt but it had mostly cauterized and her shoulder guard had deflected some of the bolt.  Kaberc reached into a pouch on his pants and pulled out a bacta patch.  He tore her sleeve open more and lifted the shoulder guard before peeling open the patch and slapping it over the wound, covering it completely.~

"There, that'll hold you.  Now we've got work to do."

~She grimaced in pain as the patch was slapped on, but then relaxed some as the numbing agents started to soothe the wound.  As he helped her to her feet she grumbled.~

"Yeah, no shavit..."

~Suddenly there was a noise at the far end of the hall beyond the individual cells and they both spun to see yet another merc opening the door to peek at what was going on.  Both of them leveled their weapons with deadly intent and lit him up, dropping his body like a sack of tubers~
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« Reply #39 on: June 18, 2017, 06:16:08 PM »

:: TYY'N Valkee, Bothan, Prison Cell ::

Tyy'n played the part of the battered prisoner, cowering against the back wall. He sat pressing himself into the smallest form he could make, clutching at his shirt in part to keep the power cell from slipping out, as well as to give himself an anxious air.

Tyy'n hyperventilated and feigned introspective distraction, waiting; waiting for the Smuggler's mentioned signal.

The explosion hit and chaos ensued. The guards were quickly distracted and in a fluid motion Tyy'n ripped off his shirt, dropping the power cell into his hand. He manipulated the arm to expose the power compartment and worked open the hatch.

It took longer than Tyy'n expected for the arm to become fully operational, and while he would need to recalibrate it on the fly, he could now use it to bust open the cell door.
  
The emergency lights came on and he was satisfied no stray bolts would come his way now that Kardac had dispatched the other guard so he approached the door. As the two shot down a guard at the other end of the prison there was the tortured sound of metal bending out of shape, and he damaged the cell door enough around the lock that he could pull the door open, the other alien sentients joining him as they left the horrid cell. He then went and opened up the other cell to free his remaining fellow soldiers.
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« Reply #40 on: June 20, 2017, 08:02:31 PM »

::Kellam Styg/Kalos Sarat,  human pilot::
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::Kellam sat in the galley and waited.  He had put the ship back together so to speak, she would fly and fight when needed, even if her engine room was still a mess.  The other man, Keler (or at least Kellam thought that was his name), was just outside at the bottom of the boarding ramp getting some air.  Their comms would go off when the rest of the team signaled, but Kellam was bored of waiting.  His foot bounced rhythmically as he sat and ate a protein bar that tasted like flimsi.  Something caught his ear just then, sounds of a disagreement drifted up the boarding ramp followed by clatter of boots.  Two stormtroopers waltzed in followed by Keler.::

"Any landed craft are subject to base security sweeps, now shut it before you end up in a cell too!"  ::The lead trooper growled at Keler's continued objections.::

"What can you for boys?"  ::Kellam asked lazily.  Keler fell back slowly, letting the troopers take the center of the galley.  ::  "Don't think the captain'll like this much.  This how you treat all your contractors?"

"Don't much care."  ::Came the reply.::

"Look around then, nothing to see."  ::Kellam said, leaning forward.  As the troopers started to sweep the ship, the commlink chirped.  The signal they were waiting for.::

"What was that?"  ::The lead stormtrooper said as he started to turn.  Keler and Kellam launched themselves at the imperials.  Keler delivered a sharp kick to the back of the trailing stormtrooper dropping him to one knee and driving a stiletto knife into the man's throat in the gap between his helmet and chest plate.  Kellam blitzed the lead trooper as he tried to pivot to aim at the sudden attackers.  Kellam grabbed the rifle and tackled the man.  They landed in a heap, still wrestling for the weapon.  Kellam wrenched the barrel up hard and grabbed for the trigger, sending a bolt into the stormtrooper's chin.  Kellam sat up quickly bringing the rifle around to blast the second trooper but saw him lying lifeless on the deck, his white armor stained crimson. Keler came over to help Kellam upon his feet, who immediately bolted to the cockpit.::

"They sent the signal! Get on the gun!"

 ::Kellam yelled as he ran.  He jumped into the pilot's chair and began and abrupt engine startup and takeoff.  Pausing only a moment he brought up the deflectors and sent the first signal to the explosive mounted on the main reactor right next to the landing area.  The explosion rocked the ship, but the deflectors did their job.  Even just looking through the cockpit windows he could see the base losing power.  Not waiting any longer he transmitted the signals to detonate the other two explosives, destroying both the auxiliary generators and rendering the base totally without power.  The ship roared to life and lifted into the air, prompting the few guards outside to stare in surprise after they were still stunned by the fact that all their generators had blown up.  They didn't get long to look as four missiles leapt from the angry behemoth, one after another, and buried themselves into their intended targets.  The Mynock's Bane's guns spat scarlet bolts across the complex, disabling and destroying the rest of the targets one by one.  Base personnel scattered among the chaos, looking for cover and a way to bring down the ship.  Kellam was glad that the waiting was over, and the wanton destruction lifted his mood but he hoped they didn't act too late for the ground team.::
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« Reply #41 on: June 21, 2017, 09:57:26 PM »

:: Ralen Yorul, Human Mercenary ::
:: Holding Cell ::

Ralen awoke to the sound of the doors into the prison opening. As he sat up, he began to listen to what was going on. At first, he just heard a conversation between two people. A man and a woman, but then there was a slight thump as something hit the wall. After a few moments, the talking began again, and it seemed as if they were about to leave. Sitting back down on his bunk, Ralen began mentally preparing himself for another long boring day in the cell. At least today he might have some good conversation.

Just then, he heard an explosion, and felt it rock the building. The lights went out, and chaos ensued. He could hear blaster fire from where the group had been, but he could not see what was going on. Soon the emergency lighting was back on, but the energy barrier shutting him into his cell was still deactivated. Ralen moved quickly not knowing if the barrier would come back up or not. Reaching the edge of the cell, he was forced to stop dead in his tracks, because just then a thick round of blaster fire flew past him.

After the bolts subsided, he looked out, carefully checking to make sure that there was no more coming before stepping out into the hallway.  Looking down the way that the blasts had come from, he saw a pile of dead bodies, with a small group standing over them. Not knowing whether these people were friendly or not, Ralen decided to approach carefully. He knew that if they were hired by his captors, they were not going to be merciful. However, judging by the fact that they were standing over dead Stormtroopers, he figured they might give him a chance to live.
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« Reply #42 on: June 22, 2017, 06:14:15 PM »

:: J’barrl, Human prisoner ::
:: Prison Cell ::

As the small cyborg bothan forwent the need for the cell key by wrenching the door from the lock, J’barrl finally stood from his lounged back seated position. The man had woken to the sound of the prison door opening, then watched from his seat with mild interest the interactions between the human female and the man he suspected was in charge of security around here. Something didn’t quite add up to him, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Then all hell broke lose. Explosions, lights going out, the sound of ship turrets above as more explosions rocked them, then flashes as blaster fire momentarily lit up the room. The most he’d done was flatten himself along the bench to provide less of a target. When the emergency lights came back on most of the men in his cell were on the ground attempting not to get shot, the rough mercenary looking man and woman were still alive while the guards were dead. It was an interesting turn of events.

He walked over to the now broken cell door and casually walked out, stepping over the body of the dead security leader. “I was wondering how I was going to get myself out of there. Turns out you lot did the job for me, my thanks for that.” He looked around at the group now assembling in the space between the two large cells, the two twi'leks and the rodian removing the weapons from the dead. Gone were the withdrawn expressions of hopelessness and fear, now most of them had grim expressions of determination instead. The blonde haired human prisoner who had come in with him was still sitting terrified in the cell, though everyone else had vacated it. “I gather this was planned. I hope that means there’s a plan to get us off this rock we find ourselves on.”

The injured woman raised her blaster and pointed it in his direction. “Chatty, aren’t we? Care to explain why we should let you live?” J’barrl slowly looked her up and down. She looked a little irritable, probably due to the pain she was in. The bacta patch he saw applied to her wound probably eased it a bit, but wouldn’t have rid the pain entirely. She was rather beautiful, even in armor, but he dismissed her as being the leader of the group. She looked more like an independent hired to do a job, an underling, though he didn’t doubt that like many independent female pilots or guns for hire she would be very feisty and not one he’d want to cross.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’d love to get to know you but we both know you aren’t in charge of whatever this operation is. I’ll buy you a drink as thanks later for your part in it though...  Ahah!” The exclamation came as he spotted the Duros. He had to admit occasionally he couldn’t tell members of some alien races apart, but he was very certain he’d seen this Duros before at an Alliance intel brief for a mission he had participated in. He’d noticed a few times the Duros seemed to study him, which had only cemented that feeling. Ignoring the scowl he received from the woman he pointed to the Duros.

“You sir, I’m afraid I don’t know your name but I’m pretty certain that we have met before yes? Tell me, are you in charge here? If you are, then it seems I owe you. I had exhausted my ideas of escape before you lot came along. I gather most of you are part of the same group anyway?”

He had been watching out of the corner of his eye down the corridor, having seen that the shields were down on the cells. The man who had called himself Ralen had been standing just outside his cell cautiously watching the group. The Trandoshan had finally, cautiously crept from his cell at the end of the cell block. That worried him, given he was standing next to a dead armed guard.

“Hold that thought just one moment” he said to the Duros before the man had a chance to answer his previous questions. He turned his attention momentarily back to the mercenary woman, who was still scowling at him with her heavy blaster pointed his way. “Scuse me beautiful, but I suggest you point that thing at the Trandoshan down the end rather than at me? From what I overheard he is a real nasty piece of work and I wouldn’t trust him anywhere near something he could turn into a weapon. The human is apparently an Imperial turncoat, though if you lot are who I think you are, you’ll welcome him.” He spoke in a conversational tone, then turned back to the Duros. “Sorry, where were we?”
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« Reply #43 on: June 22, 2017, 09:59:23 PM »

:: Lieutenant Areta Viridux Duros Pilot/Intelligence Officer::
::AKA Jad DeBrek, captured transport owner/captain::
::Cellblock, Drongar Alpha:

Areta had spent several uncomfortable hours keeping himself at the back of the cell and behind other prisoners to avoid being recognised by the human in the other cell. Surreptitiously he had stolen glances at the man, but for the most part he had watched the gaurds, looking for weaknesses and noting how shift changes were conducted, which seemed to be about every four hours.

After some time the monotony began to get to him so he was relieved to see Korvani, the Lieutenant Commander and a large mercenary enter the cell block. After a moments discussion Korvani had been allowed to enter the cell and with the armed mercs and Stormtrooper watching from outside she had proceeded to assault Valkee. Areta looked away but heard Korvani say something about a signal in Bothese of which language the Duros had a smattering.

Korvani then left the cells and after some odd human interactions and further discussion the compound shook with the rumble of rocket strikes, the lights went out and within a moment the Bothan was tearing off his shirt. It took Valkee a moment to power up his arm, while blaster shots flashed outside the cell in the dim emergency light. Once his arm was powered up the Bothan made short work of the metal around the door lock. The two Twi’Leks were first out of the door after the Bothan, one running to grab the weapon of the fallen guard by the door and the other heading to the communications console where he rapidly secured a pair of stun batons. The Rodian Dessh followed quickly searching the fallen merc who had shot Korvani, Areta let them go as they were the trained ground fighters so when he had left the cell the Bothan had helped release the humans also.

The Duros was looking towards the Lieutenant Commander for orders when the human he had recognised from the other cell addressed him. It was done in a cheery way but Areta noticed the manner in which the man gauged the group, he was clearly intelligent and it seemed he was fairly sure that he was dealing with an Alliance strike team. Before Areta could respond the Human indicated a Trandoshan that had got out from one of the individual cells as a potential threat and another Human as an ex-imperial before returning to his question with a, ~Sorry, where were we?”~

 “The names DeBrek, we may have met before but most Humans look alike to me” lied Areta, maintaining his cover until ordered otherwise. “You should address your questions and gratitude to Kaberc” he added stiffly, nodding towards the Lieutenant Commander.
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« Reply #44 on: June 23, 2017, 03:23:44 AM »

:: J’barrl, human prisoner ::
:: Prison ::

J’barrl gave a short laugh. “You know that’s what most humans say about alien species right? Funny little universe we live in. I’m inclined to believe your name isn’t DeBrek, but if that’s the name you want to go by who am I to argue.” He turned most of his attention now to the mercenary the duros had nodded towards. The remainder of his attention remained on the trandoshan at the end of the corridor, who had decided for the time being not to reach for the dead guard’s weapons since Kaberc had the stormtrooper’s blaster firmly trained on him. This Kaberc had a military bearing, but given how he was dressed that wasn’t really surprising. There were more military groups in the galaxy than anyone could count.

The rodian had handed one of the humans the dead leader’s sidearm, and that human now had the weapon loosely aimed at the Imperial turncoat who had identified himself as Ralen. The woman still had her blaster trained on him. There was a loud explosion that rocked the ground again.

“Right, so apparently I have you to thank. Lets get down to business, shall we? Who are you lot? Alliance? One of the rebel factions who haven’t joined? One of the syndicates? Mercenary group hired for the job? I doubt you are Empire since I doubt they would attack their own facility. I’m guessing you didn’t do all of this just to spring me out of the Empire’s clutches, I severely doubt anyone knew I was here, wherever ‘here’ is. I’d be flattered if you did, but I’m not important enough for that. Did your crew here actually get caught and you came to rescue them, or was this all some elaborate set up for something bigger, or simply payback? Since it sounds like you are doing a good job of attempting to level the facility.”
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