Public 3:10 to Mos Eisley

[Xandyr Carrick]

• Inspired by, but not spoiling Boba Fett
• Your character has a single sidearm
• Your character may or may not be sober
• Hutt warlords are about to start a big power struggle
• The streets have been cleared
• Make the 3:10 transport to Mos Eisley if you want to avoid the trouble

Xandyr woke slowly. His face was cold. It hurt. As he started to open his eyes and lift his head he realised it was because he had been sleeping on a bar. The pain came from the pain behind his eyes and from sleeping on such a hard surface. The bar was wet.

He wiped his face with his hand then wiped his hand on his trousers.

He looked around the bar. It was almost empty. There were a few others sleeping off the night's drinking at tables. This was the kind of bar that was almost always busy. They served food and caf in the mornings and people were drinking here at almost every hour of the day.

"Where's eve'body," Xandyr muttered.

The bartender emerged from behind the bar. He went to the windows and started pulling down metal security shutters. He turned towards Xandyr.

"You can stay, but we could be locked down a while," he said to Xandyr.

"What's going on?"

"Showdown. Streets are clear but for fightin' folk. The hutts having a disagreement about power in Mos Espa. Everyone know's it's about to spill over."

Xandyr made for the door. The streets were barren. The sun was low in the sky, carving deep shadows through the streets. Eventually he saw movement. There was a gran with a cycler rifle on one of the rooves.

"I need to get out of this city," Xandyr groaned. He checked his belongings. A handful of credit chits, his blaster and two spare power packs.

"There's one last transport shuttle to Mos Eisley at 3:10. But you've got thirty minutes and you don't want to be crossing those streets right now. It's about to go down."

Xandyr took one last look around the bar and looked out into the street.

"Gonna try my luck out there," he proclaimed. He could see more movement now. Armed enforcers from both Hutt clans taking up positions in houses, doorways and on rooves.

 

[Mercy]

Xandyr Carrick

It was uncomfortable. Slightly cold. An ache in her back and... something... wet. Owlish blink did little to bring clarity, except for the fact that some monster was eyeing at her. That explained the weight on her legs. So, this was death, it was good to meet it awake at least. What was the last thing that Mercy could remember?

She send a probe down memory lane.

It came back up with hazy shards of revelry. Lots of drinks, food, more drinks, even more food. Spice? Yes, that sounded about right and would explain the dull thumping just behind her brow.

"No, stop that." Mercy pushed at the beast, which whined and rolled off of her. A massiff. "The kark did ya come from?" She groaned while managing only barely to climb back up to her feet. Before promptly falling back over, this time smashing her face into the wall and managing only just to catch herself against said wall.

"There's one last transport shuttle to Mos Eisley at 3:10. But you've got thirty minutes and you don't want to be crossing those streets right now. It's about to go down."

What's that?

Voices from the building.

Before Mercy could investigate some chap came into view. "You, guy." Did he seem familiar? Maybe. "What's about to go down?" A glance over her shoulder and only now noticing the empty streets. Well, mostly empty. Lots of armament walking around and taking up positions. She grimaced and petted her belt.

"Ah kriff, someone took mah knif-" And then an ooooh. "Guess someone lost their knuckleduster 'least..."

In the distance it was already beginning with posturing and shouting.

 

[Yula Perl]

The Red Spice Syndicate wanted her dead, so Yula spent the night in a cantina's ventilation system.

She'd lost the Gamorrean foot soldiers a few streets back, ducking into an alley and grappling her way up the side of the building and through an output vent. The bar was busy, patrons generating enough noise to mask her skittering. That's the price you pay for a deal gone wrong, heralded by a shoddy info broker who laid out promises she wasn't able to keep.

The ceiling duct heaved and the duct cracked, spilling Zeltron all over the floor.

Like everyone else in the bar, she rubbed at her face and groaned. What time is it? Which planet was she on? The bartender was about the throw her out, but his irate words may as well have been underwater at this point. She half scampered, half scrambled for the door, hastily wrenching her hood over head when she realize she wasn't alone.

"…Mos Eisley?" Some words selectively filtered to her. Yula squinted into the night as the streets seemed to vibrate in warning.

"Needtogo." She mumbled frantically, patting herself down for anything that would help. The big lady hadn't wrung her neck yet which was a good sign, and the guy-

"Fuzzy cuff guy?"

Xandyr Carrick Mercy

 

[Juniper Jett]

Nothing good came from Mos Espa.

So why was she there? Definitely not for any illegal reasons. Legitimate ship captains always had reasons to be in a scumpit like Mos Espa, right? Riiight? Maybe if she tried hard enough, she might believe it. Nothing to do with the small, somewhat dense cube that was making itself known in her satchel bag. Juniper slipped out of the building carefully, running her fingers through her hair. Checking this way, then that way, for anyone around.

Jackpot. Nothing.

Feeling slightly smug with her amateur attempt at crime, Juniper marched out of the alleyway with a spring in her step, expecting to lose herself in the crowds of the town. Except... there were no crowds. Just a few people scrambling in the dust, desperate to hide themselves where they could. A few shimmers at the corners of side streets. Twitchy blasters. The distant air thick with insults and promised violence.

She heard rustling and tapping on the roof behind her as she pushed herself against the wall, hoping to avoid notice. Hand slipping to her blaster. Either some local stuff was going down, or the client had majorly underestimated the interest in her package. Neither boded well. Leaning forwards, Juniper spotted a couple of scruffy looking people who looked just as confused as her.

"What's goin' on?" she asked them, confused. Breathing quicker as she heard more positioning and movement from the building behind her. Above her. Somewhere near her. Blaster rifles being powered up. Harsh, firm words about where to aim.

"Oh shoot." She had to get back to Mos Eisley. She had to get back to her ship. She had to get off this crapsack world.

Xandyr Carrick Mercy Yula Perl

 

[Kain Aldore]

Kain was slowly coming up from a catnap on the roof of a building in Mos Espa. Rubbing his eyes and glaring away from the setting suns "Blasted Fuse."

The Slate Runner was back in Mos Eisley, but of course, not a single parts shop there had what he needed. which instead took him to his current location where there still wasn't an ounce of luck to be found even after searching a majority of his day. Simply unable to find any of the specific fuses, but that came with the territory of having such a personalized ship.

Sitting up and slowly he glared down at his holsters, more specifically at his powerless lightsaber hanging there which was currently causing a pit in his gut after momentarily remembering the slight mishap which resulted in the power cell going kaput.

Pushing himself up Kain walked to the edge of the roof ready to drop down to the street level when a fresh sight caught his attention in that the said street was almost empty, well except for the two miniature armies starting to raise their voices at each other and point blasters, he didn't need that kind of excitement today.

Dropping off the roof and he landed in the street only to be given some odd glances by the few pedestrians still retreating, to which Kain returned a stupid and ignorant smile while reaching down to pull up his flight suit straps and making sure his jacket was properly tied around his waist. After which he checked his blaster and slowly started backward only to bump into someone slightly smaller than himself, and have a pointed object briefly dig into his back, Kain turned to look down at Juniper Jett with an apologetic look

"My bad Miss" That was the best he could manage in their impending situation. He could feel the intent to kill like a heavy fog around him, it was like that during the war too. Regardless getting caught as a force user in the middle of a Hutt war especially without a working Lightsaber and his blaster dysfunction wasn't exactly on a to-do list.

The Loudspeaker rang had out with the transport times, his eyes quickly darted around first to a group of strangers who stood close by then to the girl, realizing they were all thinking the same thing "So Um... any of you happen to know what direction that transport shuttle's in?"


Yula Perl Mercy Xandyr Carrick

 

[Xandyr Carrick]

"What's about to go down?"

"Nothin' good," Xandyr muttered. He stepped to one side so that his silhouette wasn't as obvious in the doorway. Behind him the bartender continued closing the metal shutters over the windows.

The ceiling duct heaved and the duct cracked, spilling Zeltron all over the floor.

Everyone in the room turned to look at the commotion. Xandyr muttered: "It's raining zeltron," under his breath.

"You'd best have credits to cover that before I kick you out the door," the barman shouted, but he continued focusing on locking up.

"Fuzzy cuff guy?"

Xandyr's eyes widened in recognition. He still had those cuffs after handing in the trandoshan for his bounty.

"All you have to do is promise to wear 'em to get 'em back," Xandyr replied. His face furrowed in confusion. "Oh dear, still a little drunk."

That did not bode well.

"What's goin' on?"

"So Um... any of you happen to know what direction that transport shuttle's in?"

"Hutt gang shootout. Direction isn't the problem, distance is," Xandyr replied. "We can put hands in the air and try walking down the open street and hope no one shoots us. Think I'm gonna take the back streets. Could stay..."

"She can't," interrupted the bartender, pointing at Yula.

The safe option would have been to stay holed up in the bar for the rest of the day and hope it blew over. If it was a fierce Hutt rivalry - and Xandyr could think of no other kind - Mos Espa could be a warezone for days.

"...but I'm getting out of here." He thumbed the catch on his holster and disengaged the safety. He didn't know if he was better off trying to slip away on his own than with a group, but right now he didn't trust his senses - or aim - all that much. In the distance, the first blaster shot rang out.

 

[Mercy]

Xandyr Carrick | Yula Perl | Juniper Jett | Kain Aldore

Lots of karking voices all of a sudden and it made Mercy stifle.

Everything was too loud.

She must have really overdone it yesterday with the drinks, because usually by now she'd be okay. Instead she wanted to strangle every single one of them to get some peace and quiet. Luckily even Mercy had some semblance of self-preservation. If she had been in an optimal state she might have simply tried to join up with one or the other Hutt.

A little bit of gang warfare never hurt anyone. Well, except for the people caught in the middle, but who cared about those anyway?

For a bit Mercy just listened, while trying to get the hammering behind her eyes under control. Until- "Like feth am I gonna just chill in the middle of a warzone." Not for the reasons they might suspect. She just didn't wanna miss out on any fun while it was happening. Just as she was going to say more the first blaster shot burst and Mercy sighed.

"Well, it started, so I dunno about y'all, but-"

And unceremoniously pushed past them all into the alleyways. It wasn't often that Mercy would avoid direct engagement, but she didn't like her odds on the main streets. Not when she'd be surrounded by dozens of blasters and who knew what other kind of armament. No, the backstreets seemed like a safer bet, exactly echoing Xandyr's thoughts.

Which was the main reason she decided to address him as they slipped into the shadows.

"Dun' suppose ya got a second blaster for me, eh?" A shrug then as one blaster shot in the distance turned into MANY blaster shots. Plus explosions, which only made Mercy grimace. "Force, I'd fethin' kill for a pound of painkillers right about now."

Were the blaster shots getting closer?

Mercy wouldn't know, because sneaking came as naturally to her as an elephant moving gracefully through an Atrisian porcelain store.

Not at all.

The fight was already spilling into the backstreets. They could either try and duck into an alcove, pray that they'd remain unnoticed, or they could charge straight ahead and hope that surprise would be their ally. The decision would have to be made relatively soon, because Mercy was just moving forward without realizing the karkery they were about to step into.

 

[Yula Perl]

"Yea, like the property value is already real high around here!" Yula sniped back at the bartender, but only because he'd insisted that she couldn't stay. Not that she actually wanted to, but it was about the principle of him kicking her out after she'd trashed part of his ventilation system.

Two other folks wandered into the vicinity of the bar's threshold; a blonde guy and a younger looking gal.

Everyone seemed confused, then quickly got on the same page as blaster fire crackled in the not-so-distant distance. Like a chain reaction, the live fire caught up to them real quick, and Yula found herself sprinting after Xandyr and the Big Woman. A few shots sizzled against the wall as she ducked into the alley, fumbling for her own sidearm. One bolt even singed the Zeltron's dark hair, triggering a yelp as she cradled the offending lock, now cut short and uneven.

A fateful whistle sounded overhead, drawing Yula's attention to the sky as she ran. With wide eyes, she realized what was about to happen—

"Shit—!"

An artillery shell exploded somewhere in the direction that they were heading, kicking up plumes of dust and shaking the already narrow passages between buildings. "These guys don't play around." She grumbled while dodging a falling brick.

Xandyr Carrick Mercy Juniper Jett Kain Aldore

 

[Xandyr Carrick]

"Wasn't expecting explosives!" he shouted over the din. The back alley was some shelter from the worst of the fighting. At least there was a break from the casual blaster fire above them after the round went off. However, if both sides were going to use explosives then it would drive their forces to the ground and into the back alleys. The route they were trying to follow.

One of the hutt enforces dropped down into their alley ahead of them. Xandyr was quick to draw and fire.

Quick to draw, fire and miss.

He shook his head and aimed again, this time putting the nikto down. Xandyr could wish all he wanted for sobriety, but wishing and andrenaline would only go so far.

"Found a blaster for you!" he shouted towards Mercy

 

[Kain Aldore]

Blaster fire going off, like a trickle that transcended into full blow urban warfare. The newly formed party took off into the ally, and for a moment Kain watched, only to be left wondering why he wasn't following. These people were the only sense of direction he had in the city, It was either follow behind or get left behind, the latter wasn't on his agenda, he sprinted off in their direction only to catch up with the group around the worst possible point.

Bolts came whizzing past while he watched the Zeltrons hair fall casualty to the hail of plasma, Kain, on the other hand, dodged the bolts to the best of his abilities, discretely deflecting one around himself while funneling into the ally behind the group. He was half tempted to ask the group if they had a spare Diatium power cell, though that wouldn't exactly be the most discrete thing in the world.

He briskly walked behind them keeping pace with Yula Perl as a more unexpected chain of events began, a whistle he was a bit too familiar with came down like a death sentence. Kain immediately stuck his hands up bracing to catch the artillery, as it impacted elsewhere, he was glad to be in the back of the group cause he looked like an idiot.

Kain un-holstered his Blaster. as Xandyr Carrick fired a shot that flew wildly in the general direction of the Hutt merc, the second however found its mark as the man then called out to Mercy , The dust from the shock wave was starting to billow and obscure their vision. Before they could even move the blonde swiveled on his heel firing up into the dust towards the roof of a building, moments following, a Zabrak fell off and slammed into the ally floor lifeless.

"Feth me..." Kain briefly looked out the back of the narrow passage he could feel life forms running past the opening some taking cover and others losing their lives and it was closing in "That's- Not Ideal."

 

[Mercy]

Xandyr Carrick | Yula Perl | Juniper Jett | Kain Aldore

It was a chaotic mess.

Usually Mercy thrived in that sort of environment. Keyword, usually. The way her head was hammering however... made it difficult for her to focus properly. She almost ran into a firefight, before Xandyr's quick finger trigger saved her arse once. He pointed out the blaster slipping out of the Nikto's hand and Mercy nodded gratefully.

Gratefulness? Foreign feeling, but so was vulnerability... and it looked like Mercy had both in spades right now.

Just as Mercy went for the blaster the whistling sound made her frown. Her eyes widened as she realized what it was. She threw herself down and the duracrete shrapnel crashing through the air whisked past her. Mostly. Small cuts ripped through her skin as she quickly crawled over to the blaster and ripped it out of the dead merc's rapidly cooling fingers.

"Why the kark are they using heavy explosives?!" Mercy shouted over to the others. "Dun' they wanna actually... have something left to rule?"

Mystery of the fethin' ages.

Luckily for Mercy it was one she still would have an opportunity to solve. Just as the rooftop Zabrak was about to gun her down, Kain came in with the save and killed him instead. "This is getting too hot for my taste." The large woman muttered as she tried to ignore the taste of bile in her throat. Her stomach turning, head pounding, this was a hangover worthy of the Gods.

Or maybe she was poisoned.

Maybe both.

Another whistle sounded through the air. Another building exploded in the distance. "We gotta get off the streets." Shouted as shades scanned quickly through the alley. Then hooked into what Mercy was looking for.

"There-" Pointing one big finger towards a hole in the wall. It looked like a sewer entrance. But what it really was- well, yes, sewer tunnels, but more importantly? Smuggler routes used to dodge Confederacy taxes before their collapse. Mercy had been here on Tatooine for that. The memory shoving itself front and center right as she was at her most desperate. "-we can get to the starport through there."

Once more Mercy didn't wait to see if the others agreed or were even following.

No, she just launched herself back on her feet, did her best not to throw up and leaped into the hole. Headless of any danger or potential of being beaten to death by smugglers hiding in said hole.

 

[Yula Perl]

"Dun' they wanna actually... have something left to rule?"

"They 'aint thinkin' that far ahead, sweetheart!"

Dumb cartels didn't survive. Sure, the muscle could be dumb, but the folks pulling the strings were crafty bastards. Yula wasn't sticking around to find out which they were—and frankly, neither were the others.

(If they were lucky.)

The Zeltron didn't break stride as she dove into the tunnel entrance, gagging as a fresh wave of sewer stench washed over her. Hey, it was the better option when literal shells were being fired out on the streets. Once the last of them had made it in, she yanked a piece of dilapidated siding from the alley and pulled it over the entrance with a sharp wave and grasping motion of her hand. It wouldn't hold against a barrage of fire, but it would at least obscure their trail for now.

Only then did she stop, bracing her hands on her knees as she caught her breath.

"Feth me," She gasped. "Well, not in here." Her nose wrinkled, it was like being inside of a trash bag.

"Anybody got a light?"

Xandyr Carrick Mercy Kain Aldore Juniper Jett

 

[Xandyr Carrick]

"Not sure - based on the diet of Mos Espa folks - that lighting a match down here would be safe," Xandyr replied. "And even I couldn't muster the enthusiasm for that above his stench," he added with a chuckle to Yula.

Definitely still a little drunk.

Xandyr swapped out the power pack on his blaster and holstered it. Better to have the half spent pack on his belt than in the blaster. He patted himself down to try and find anything of use.

"Not got one, sorry," he replied more seriously. There was another explosion above. Dust fell from the cracks in the ceiling of the tunnel above. Xandyr brushed it from his shoulders. He slapped his own face from either side to try and sober himself up a little more.

His eyes were adjusting to the darkness. A stream of effluence ran down the center of the passage but there was a walkway on either side.

"At least we won't be wading," he muttered. "Know the way?" he asked Mercy. The question seemed rather rediculous after he'd asked it. It wasn't as if she would know the tunnels down here precisely. He had a rough idea of the direction to go. Above them, it sounded as if the fighting had broken down into close up street fighting. There were no more explosives going off.

 

[Kain Aldore]

Reaching out his hand Kain watched as Yula Perl did exactly what he had in mind, that didn't matter the smell and sickly sloshing of sludge were nearly enough to make Kain take his chances on the streets- though he wasn't quite that desperate. Stepping onto the side path and reaching around his jacket, the blond shrugged "Yeah- sorry no dice on a lightstick here."

Kain looked down the corridor, feeling the first ten yards before it started to jumble, like a string fraying into thread, there was no way he'd be able to navigate like that, instead he'd be the sober shot, or atleast he'd try, Kain was a decent with his blaster at best, and Mercy had solved that issue by leading them into the sewer system the closer his target the better. Glancing at Mercy then taking a few steps beyond the group he spun around towards the redhead and Xandyr Carrick

"You two look like ya just came back from one hell of a Correlian bender, are ya sure we won't get lost down here?" Realizing he didn't know any of their names, he simply pointed to himself "Kain by the way."

A few more strides and the distinct cry of Gamorreans rang through the tunnels his back tensing up at the sound, and suddenly Kain wasn't sure if that was better or worse than blaster fire.

 

[Mercy]

Kain Aldore | Yula Perl | Xandyr Carrick

"They 'aint thinkin' that far ahead, sweetheart!"

"Men usually don't, honeypie." Mercy growled absently as she checked her knife, before remembering it was gone. A curse. Luckily she had the borrowed blaster and knuckleduster. Not a great assortment against karking howitzers or whatever the feth they were fielding up there, but it was better than fighting with her bare knuckles in a shooting fight.

She stretched and then glanced towards Xandyr once he asked about the way.

"Nah, these fethin' things stretch on for a long time, but we dun' have to." She stepped up towards the walls. Peering there carefully over the rims of her shades. Good thing her eyes were sensitive to light and actually useful here. Knuckles brushed clean some dirt.

"See?" Stepping to the side. There was a marking there, smuggler's highway... just nothing high about this place. "Down the tunnel, once we reach a splintering, take the..." Eyes squinted at the symbol. Left, right? Or did the smuggler say right yesterday? Feth, her head was hurting. No, no, Mercy was positive. "...left."

"Then we gotta find the next marking."

Rising up again Mercy blinked owlishly behind the shades at the blonde guy. "If ya follow me, ya will probably live to see the day, blondie." His name ignored entirely. Clearly this one wasn't used to playing nice at all.

If she was right about taking the left passage.

There was about twenty percent chance that the smuggler said right instead. But it was hard to focus on the boasting of a man, who was trying so hard to get in her pants. Usually it was amusing. Last night it had been annoying. Who could have known that it would prove useful the very next day? Certainly not Mercy. Maybe she wouldn't have thrown him out of the window, if she knew.

Nah.

Still would have done that.

 

[Yula Perl]

"Yula." She offered by way of greeting, glancing over to the blonde who'd introduced himself. Xandyr she knew, but the Amazon was still a mystery—and intended on keeping it that way, apparently.

Inspired to help, the Zeltron reached out and gave Xandyr an open-palm slap across the face. It echoed through the subterranean tunnels.

"Did it work?"

The sound coincided with the distant chorus of alien shrieks, pulling a grimace from Yula.

"You uh…you sure about left?" She craned her neck up to the redhead. The woman hadn't sounded entirely confident.

As they began venturing through the tunnels, the hairs on the back of Yula's neck rose. She halted suddenly. "Wait-" An empty, discarded can of Coci Cola that laid crumpled at the edge of their path was grabbed and subsequently thrown in front of them. As soon as it made contact with the ground, the can sizzled and popped with arcs of electricity.

"A stun panel." She breathed. "Bet this place is full of booby traps."

Xandyr Carrick Kain Aldore Mercy

 

[Xandyr Carrick]

Xandyr looked at Yula with a half open mouth. He brought one hand up to his freshly slapped cheek.

No, no that hadn't helped much at all. It was probably because the adrenaline of the situation was already more rousing than a single surprise slap.

They were up against the clock but the smuggler's route seemed the ticket to get them past - or under - the worst of the fighting.

To Xandyr's surprise the red head's memory was not the problem that was going to make them miss the transport to Mos Eisley. Instead there were traps along the way.

"Traps or surface?" Xandyr called out, drawing his blaster again. He stepped closer to the panel, finding the limits of the panel and stepping around it.

 

[Kain Aldore]

As the slap echoed through the chamber Kain stifled a laugh while he examined the pad walking past it.

"Long as Miss Yula can detect them I think we'll be alright."
He bent down looking at the contraption it was noticeable but in a smuggler den there could be hundreds "On the other hand can we really afford to spend time evading constant death or serious injury? We're sorta on the clock here!"

Above the lasers let fly, The screaming and crying of injured individuals were constant, the smell definitely helped drown that out. To the side of the corridor, smaller tunnels that came to dead ends were littered about, run-off drains to stop the overflow. Looking into one of the run-offs Kain stopped abruptly, it was completely dark after just a few feet.

A loud squeal emanated as one of the Pigs rushed out towards him with a Vibroblade, Kain jumped back frightened by the suddenness "FETH ME!" he threw his hand out, the Gamorrean being blown back by the force, hitting the wall with enough power to kill it.

"Surface... out, I want out now; I don't care if they bombard the city with turbo lasers."

 

[Mercy]

Kain Aldore | Yula Perl | Xandyr Carrick

Slap.

Even Mercy blinked behind her shades and glanced over the rims to Yula with new-found appreciation. "Yula, huh? Nice t'meetya..." Before she could continue the inappropriate filtration another wave of nausea hit her. Dear feth, how much did she have last night? She barely caught herself against the wall before she suppressed the urge to hurl.

Maybe it was the sewer smell... didn't help, certainly.

"Out?" A confused glance to Xandyr and then to Kain. "You want to go back up to that?" Pointing upwards and as if the heavens heard her query, another boom rocked the surface.

It caused the ceiling to shudder in response. Little pieces of stone scrambled and dropped to the floor. In response the booby traps hissed as they vaporized the stone. Mercy stared at that and couldn't help but swallow. The bile at the back of her throat was forgotten for a moment. "Either death by poison or a shot in the head, huh?"

Mercy grunted and closed her eyes.

Fist rose up towards the booby traps.

The nausea hit her again, but this time she was ready for it, drawing the resulting fury at her own weakness in at the same time. A pulse of the Force ripped past her arm and ran through the corridor. Several miniature explosions blew throughout the corridor.

"We happy? Let's go." Once more Mercy stepped into the fray without waiting to see if anyone followed. They had a ship to catch. She absently rubbed the blood off her nose and lip. The headache was getting worse, but she was okay. Just fine. This wasn't the worst thing she had been through. It wouldn't be the last thing either if Mercy had anything to say about it.

 

[Yula Perl]

Yula blinked, dumbly watching Mercy set off a chain of stun traps with an invisible push. The hairs at the back of her neck stood up with the familiarity of the situation.

That made three Force wielders, and Xandyr.

When the redhead charged ahead, Yula felt safer trailing after her towering form. Both surface and tunnel weren't ideal, but at least here there was less shooting. They seemed to fare better with hidden traps than gang warfare. The others could go the surface; the Zeltron would take her chances in the sewer. With the amount she'd been electrocuted in the past, Yula liked to think she'd built up something of an immunity. Keyword being think.

They seemed to fare decently—until Yula tripped a hidden wire, sending microdarts whizzing towards the group from both sides of the corridor.

Xandyr Carrick Kain Aldore Mercy