A common Barfight....

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Ark Tallen"]

Jaster followed close in step, things were getting hairier then he would like to admit. He noticed men with guns walk in the space port, lucky Jaster cuz his ship was in the dock next to this one. "Unit 125 and 156 get to the top of the dock and post snipers for overwatch in the port next to ours, don't shoot unless I give the order, I want to see what's goin to happen." Jaster got off the channel.

He looked at the surrounding beggars, 'Idea!' "How much for your rags guys?" Jaster smiled holding a pouch of credits.



Jaster enter the dock with two men chanting a song in drinking slur, far from the smuggler and her companions, but close enough if assistance was necessary. Jaster and his men fell to the floor against the wall under some catwalks and fuel tank.

 

[Ark Tallen]

Checking the security cameras, Ark realized the hell hole that this was about to become. A drop of sweat fell down his face as he let out a nervous chuckle. With out finger he pressed a button on the console, magnetically sealing the ship and turning on its outer shielding.

It only took a few seconds for an explosion of blaster fire to be heard outside.

@Vassara Raxis @Jaster of clan Awaud

 

[RC 212]

@Jaster of clan Awaud [member="Ark Tallen"]

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"Hold it right there!"

Vassara smirked as the gang thugs flooded into the bay. There were six of them and they were heavily armed with blade and blaster alike. She dropped her shotgun to the ground, kicking it towards the group.

"Please, dont hurt me!" She whined in the most girly voice she could possibly muster. The Thugs grinned, looking amongst themselves and Vassara heard the shields of Arks ship fire up. It was at this moment she knew the slimy little snake had betrayed them. Vassara was the payment for his debt.

As the thugs moved in she kneeled down, appearing submissive.

"Dont hurt me!" She wailed.

"Oh don't you worry pretty lil lass, we got other plans for you!" One said, reaching out to grab her.

Vassara moved with lightning speed, throwing a handful of sand into his eyes. He screeched in pain and she rose up from her knees, locking and arm around his throat and pulling him close. As he struggled and gasped the others opened fire out of instinct, blaster bolts riddling the body. Vassaras meat shield held and her black gloved hand dipped to her Czerka machine pistol, drawing it from her concealed holster.

"Jokes on you boys, back off or you're dead!"

"Frak this chutta, lets get her!"

"Silas now!"

From the alley a booming sound lit the space and solid slugs began to fly into the unsuspecting gang. Silas' repeater shotgun pumped round after round, ripping through their flesh with wet meaty smacks. Blood splashed across the deckplates and Vassara opened fire now, the ambush complete.

BRRTTT
BRRRRTTT

The smell of rancid brunt powder thrust its way into her nostrils as the remaining two thugs took cover, two more falling to the machine pistol....

 

[Ark Tallen]

Ark checked the security camera and watched the massecre advance outside his ship. Letting out a nervous sigh, he kicked on the engine to leave.

"That's one way to get rid of my debt I guess, kill off half the gang" Arkthought. This went south fast.

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ark Tallen"]

Well this was rich. As the final gang members cowered Vassara ditched the body, turning on the ship. Silas kept their heads low with the reapeated blasts of his shotgun. She could hear the engines fire up before the blast of air hit her and she gritted her teeth. One thing about engines was that they were electrical in nature and thus subject to certain counter measures.

Specifically they didn't handle EMP grenades well if they were unshielded. Vassaras hand dipped into a pouch at her hip and with it came twin Emp grenades. He might be able to take off, he might be able to fly some distance, but if these bad boys hit his engines would have serious issues.

Without any concern for safetey she darted around the cratf, eyes wide and veins throbbing with adrenaline. She was out for blood now, out for vengeance. No one betrayed Vassara and lived to tell the tale!

Both grenades soared into the ion streams of the engine, making their way into her exhaust ports. As she fell to the ground grinning and face streaked with blood and dirt they exploded with a beautiful pop. The resulting explosions cast arcs of electricity through the small space, hopefully shorting Arks ships circuits and rendering her engines useless...