A Distress Beacon... [OPEN]

[Myles Vylumnar]

UNKNOWN
Myles Vylumnar, 'The Stargazer'
Wild Space

Beep...

Beep...

Beep...

The harsh, cold winds tore away at The Stargazer. Half-buried in snow, the one thing that saved the life of young pilot Myles Vylumnar was the bed of snow which he crash-landed in. The ship's engines were severely damaged and in a state of disrepair, having caught fire and blown out. Though most of the ship was fairly intact, it was still inoperable. Inside, remained two heat signatures.

Out in the ship's bathrooms, lay one unconscious Toydarian. Kakuutto Kazuutto, or Kaz, as he was called. His limp body lay covered in toilet water and piss. Luckily, the old man was still alive.

Myles crawled across the crooked floor of the ship's cockpit. He'd suffered severe injuries and trauma to his head, back, legs, and various other bones. Beep... Beep... Beep... The sound of the ship's 'check engine' light persisted, ringing in his ears. He groaned and whimpered in pain, pulling himself forward to the control deck. Reaching outward, he slammed a button before falling unconscious.

A distress beacon would be sent throughout, appearing on the scanners of nearby ships...

 

[Andor Callro 457]

Although aligned with the First Order, the men and women of the 33rd Volunteer Company didn't carry the baggage of being treated as hostiles in Wild Space. The unit, being irregular combatants, and not carrying the usual armour and uniformity of their modern stormtrooper cousins meant that they were allowed to bluff their way past Galactic Alliance, and Kathol Outback authorities. Usually covering themselves little more than tourists or small time mercenaries. Despite being usually on call on Zarnathea, or Dosuun, Andor and Co were on holiday right now.

Three squads of three had hired out a civilian freighter, the Chaser from Bespin. After pooling their pay, the group were now enjoying the sights, and exoticism that came with exploring new parts of the Galaxy.

Andor was soundly asleep when Twitch woke him. "Oi, guv, we 'ave an issue!"

Andor scowled at the Twi'Lek, "What is it?"

"Distress signal guv, Kersha says there's something on scanners." Twitch said, rubbing his blue hands together.
"Distress signal? Out here? Could be a trap." Andor asked.

"Could be," Twitch replied with a wry grin, "And if so, we're gonna bash their skulls in, roight?"

"Cause mate, tell Kersha to set course for the signal." Andor said, sitting up, "We're gonna see what's 'appenin!"

[member="Myles Vylumnar"]

 

[N'Jay Crowe]

Location: unkown.
​N'Jay Crowe
Aboard the Wild Flower

​here he was again looking for a nice salvage, he hated it. always unpredictable and half the time something got to it first. he was suppose to be a mercenary but most jobs he did get where paid in salvage anyways. he needed to find a good employer that would keep him around and hire him out, for decent money. but any ways, he traveled blindly thru space in search, and found him self over a unknown planet. Even to R-5, his astromech droid that he bought on Klatooine. there was a few ships in orbit but no giant star-destroyers or the likes. ​"that great R-5, looks like we will not have trouble with any major powers here, just the break I needed. wait what's that?" ​he was looking at the comms panel, a distress beacon. coming from planet side. if there where survivors they'd owe him, if not, salvage. ​"R-5 let take her down to the planet, got to see if there are any survivors." he then proceeds to pilot to the location of the beacon...

​... when he was floating near the crashed ship he looked to R-5 "​ float the ship about 10 feet of the ground with just enough clearance for the ramp to lower. I'm going out. ​it was quite snowy out and really cold. he would get in his thermal suit, blaster in hand. ready to exit his ship.
[member="Myles Vylumnar"] | [member="Andor Callro 457"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

The Rogue Sun drifted through space, lazily scanning nearby asteroids and comets. It was an Imperial Intelligence vessel that very few knew about. It was obviously searching for something, but as per intelligence protocol the crew had not been told what, only to report any unusual findings. So, they continued to scan away. The vessel, when pinged for any sort of signature merely came up as just another merchant ship. But, by simply looking at it it was obviously not so. The ship had heavy amounts of weaponry and no small amounts of stealth technology. Thus the crew worried very little about their confines and rarely ever had to engage in any real ship to ship combat.

Aboard the vessel the crew had become restless. Days of searching without even knowing what they were searching for had begun to take its toll and now a sort of cabin fever had set in. So, when the communications relay began beeping the crew jumped on the opportunity. An ensign raced to the comms station and readied to relay the report.

“Sir, we’re picking up an emergency transmission,” He cried eagerly

“Well then we should not delay! It is after all our duty as Imperials to ensure the safety and pacification of our people!” Desmond said almost as excitedly.

Des cared very little for the people aboard and in all honesty he would probably question them vigorously and aggressively about whatever happened. For details were his business and they were so often found in the most peculiar places. But, as often as not people tended to not divulge everything they knew. And this, this, is how Special agent Desmond came about. People found his methods bellicose, so much so that it rarely took more than a few moments before they... Broke.

So, this is how the Rogue Sun found itself creeping towards the snowy planet below.

@N'Jay Crowe
[member="Andor Callro 457"]
[member="Myles Vylumnar"]

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

UNKNOWN
Kakuutto Kazuutto, 'The Stargazer'

Kaz awoke in the ship's bathrooms, covered in piss and debris. He groaned as he came to, the piss stains on his clothing had dried at this point, though at times he couldn't tell if it was piss or just alcohol. It might have been both.

"Ugh... Am I drunk again...? The ship is sideways..." he questioned. This time, the ship really was almost sideways, and it wasn't just another one of Kaz's drunk stupors. The old Toydarian waddled forward as he exited the bathroom, not realizing his pants were at his ankles.

"Oi vey... This does not look good... 'Ey, kid!" he called out. There was no response, only an annoying beeping sound and the whistling of harsh climates. Still half-dazed, he pulled up his pants and wandered over to the docking hatch, pressing a few buttons in sequence to open it. Instantly, a flurry of cold wind and snow blew inside, sending Kaz staggering back. He slammed the hatch shut.

"Ugh... What the hell..." he grumbled. Eventually, Kaz would make his way over to the cockpit with bad feelings creeping up his spine. An unconscious Myles lay on the ground... This definitely was not good. Kaz shook his head, his vision and senses finally returning to normal. He poked the kid a couple times before looking up. Snowstorms and piercing winds displayed through the cockpit, which was entirely white.

"Uh oh..."

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] | @N'Jay Crowe | [member="Andor Callro 457"]

 

[Andor Callro 457]

The Chaser slowly made its decent through the snow and wind, a dark shadow piercing the torrent of white around it. Andor was hunched over in the cockpit, next to their pilot, Private Kersha. "Snow." Andor groaned, "Why of all things did it have to be snow?" He asked.

Private Kersha growled, [Oh shut up! It's just a little cold!]

Andor turned to the wookie, she was right. "Alright, alright." He conceded, "How close can you get us in there?"

Kersha shrugged, but her hands were glued to the ships controls, gently compensating for changes in wind. [About a hundred meters or so.] She growled, before pausing [Wait, there's another ship!]

"Another ship?" Andor asked, "Kark! Does it have weapons?"

[Could be wrong in this weather, but scans show the ships not got weapons up.] The pilot said, [Looks like it's just hovering above the ship we caught the signal from.]

"Take us down as close as you can." Andor said, "And keep the engines running, if it's a trap, you can get out with the others."

The wookie nodded, and the Chaser began its descent. It landed in the crisp snow a minute later, fairing far better than the stricken Stargazer. The Chaser extended its docking ramp, and three figures exited, carrying torches and bundled in heavy weather jackets. All three were armed with bowcasters, and E-11 blaster rifles. "Alright!" Andor called through the blizzard, "Weapons up, but be careful, it could be legit!"

"Sure thing boss!" Twitch replied.

Corporal Ender Fiel also nodded, carrying a large modified bowcaster. "Well then, let's move out!" Andor barked, slowly leading, and shivering as his men approached the crashed ship.

[member="Myles Vylumnar"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | @N'Jay Crowe

 

[N'Jay Crowe]

N'Jay stepped of the ramp and immediately the snow was up to his knees. 'great this will make it harder'. ​there was a beep, he opened his commlink, ​"what R-5?" several beeps later " another ships in the area? ok thanks I'll be careful, no need to fuss." ​he did not know what this other ship wanted but looking at the crashed ship, there didn't seem to be much wrong with it, well...the one engine did blow up but besides that it looked fine.

he immediately ask R-5 "​scan the crashed ship for life forms." after a minute ​"two life forms, got it".​ he finally made it to the ship,'now to find a way in' ​the ship was turned sideways so he decided to climb up to the air lock hoping to get it open. the extra weight of the thermal suit made it difficult to climb Plus it meant not armor either.

he hoped the people inside where friendly and the other people that came from the other ship, he could not afford loss of life or freedom at the moment.
[member="Andor Callro 457"] | [member="Myles Vylumnar"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

The Rogue Sun began its atmospheric decent and the hull began glowing red hot. But, as they reached the lower atmosphere the wind quickly chilled the metal. The Rogue Sun came in sight of the crashed ship and all aboard were not surprised when scanners picked up two ships set around the crashed vessel.

“Captain we’re picking up two ships around the crash site,” an ensign replied from the scanning terminal.

“They’re probably scavengers, or pirates. Either will not be tolerated during the new Empire's reign. Set us down out of sight while we still have the element of surprise,” Desmond replied curtly.

“Sir what are your orders pertaining the apprehension of the suspects?” A grizzled agent asked as he approached the bridge.

“Set the EE-4’s to stun. Do not fire upon them until fired upon. Remember agent, honey catches the fly,” Desmond said knowingly.

The Rogue Sun landed behind a small snowy hill and sank deeply in the soft white crust. The boarding ramp descended with a hiss and Five Chiss agents exited the craft. They were dressed in their thin stealth cloaks. Their Csillian blood was well acclimated to the cold. Their red eyes secured the surrounding area then they made their way up. At the crest of the hill they went prone and activated their cloaks. One withdrew a pair of macrobinoculars and scanned the crash site.

“They are well armed, probably pirates. Bowcasters and E11’s,”

“Form up and let's make our way down. We still have the element of surprise,”

@N'Jay Crowe
[member="Andor Callro 457"]
[member="Myles Vylumnar"]

 

[Butch Mahan]

Mahan knelt shirtless, fresh from a full six hours of sleep. Alone in his cabin, holding one of the three Volumes of Truth, one of the sacred texts of his religion, he recited passages continuously, his focus on his giving thanks to the almighty Ni'Shaw. It was a morning ritual Mahan never missed, for he was a devout Ni'Shaw-Dak, a follower of the war god Ni'Shaw. The Duros Naval Officer had become acquainted with the religion thirty years prior, when he was but a freelance Naval Officer working for planetary defense forces, he had landed on V'shar, looking for work. There he discovered the local people's most dominant religion, the Ni'Shaw-Dak. Mahan spent a year on V'shar learning about the religion, and eventually converting to it, becoming a full fledged member before he left. Ever since then he has been a devout follower, despite not being religiously affiliated before encountering the religion. Finished with his iterations, Mahan stood up and bowed towards the bulhead in front of him, his final thanks for the morning to Ni'Shaw.

On his bare, toned, blue back, one could see the black tattoo of the opening verse of the Jydan Writings, describing the birth of all living things and the galaxy itself. Cracking his neck, Mahan closed the book and placed it in his hover container, holding all the belongings he had taken with him for the three week exercise. The Grand Admiral was currently aboard the Interdictor class Star Destroyer Finisher as he supervised the war games being held by Admiral Shana Kaal, a Togruta woman who had been an essential part of the Imperial Fleet concerning the occupation of Rishi. After her exemplary actions she had been promoted from vice admiral to full admiral, at the ripe young age of 53. Using not only the Interdictor Mahan resided upon, but four other Star Destroyers, six cruisers, and four frigates and hundreds of attack craft, she had proven to be a very capable officer and administrator to Mahan. She would no doubt be one of the Remnant's most exemplary in the Navy, and Mahan would certainly take note of her accomplishments.

Interrupting his thoughts, a Lieutenant requested entry to the normally vacant cabin Mahan had inhabited for nearly a month, without words, the Grand Admiral opened the door. The young man gulped at the Duros' size, an effect of the constant training Mahan undertook since he was in his teen years. That aside, the officer spoke, "Sir, we were preparing for hyperspeed jump back to Kamino, when we received a distress signal from what is technically inside Imperial Space." The officer said technically as the Imperial Remnant had laid claim to what made up much of Wild Space, although they did not operate in many of these regions it was still technically Imperial space. "Inform all flag officers to meet me on the bridge, we shall confer over this issue momentarily." Saluting, the officer left the cabin, leaving Mahan to dress himself in his uniform, a grey standard issue Naval attire, a Grand Admiral rank bar attached to the left breast. Protocol demanded Mahan wear a white uniform, but it was to pompous for his taste, and as such he had reverted his uniform to the standard greys.

Upon arriving at the bridge he was met by the three only other flag officers in the participating fleet, two of which in hologram form. All three saluted when Mahan arrived, without hesitation, he began, "Admiral Kaal, Rear Admiral Vao, and Rear Admiral D'Jyin, I thank you for meeting me on such short notice, but this matter required your input." Kaal nodded, "Of course Grand Admiral, please, carry on." Mahan brought up a datapad, the current , "Currently we have a distress beacon giving out coordinates in Imperial Remnant space, I have decided to go on my own with the Finisher to investigate." Rear Admiral D'Jyn protested angrily, "Sir, this is far below needing your direct attention, and even if it were, one Interdictor Star Destroyer without escort is not nearly enough protection for someone of your rank." Mahan brushed this aside, "Then, Rear Admiral I'd request that you send me two Sentinel class Troop Transports, standard configuration, full complement." The man sighed, "Aye sir, they shall be prepped for take off in twenty minutes." Mahan nodded in victory, "Good, then my small detachment will jump towards the origin of this distress call in thirty minutes, galactic standard. I wish you all salutations." Once more the three flag officers saluted their superior, then the two holograms ended, and the third senior officer dispersed from the bridge, most likely heading on a shuttle to the rest of the fleet. Once she left, Mahan turned to the large viewport that dominated the bow-side of the bridge, gazing at the magnificent Imperial Fleet before him, alone in the cosmos.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] | @N'Jay Crowe | [member="Andor Callro 457"] | [member="Myles Vylumnar"] ​

 

[N'Jay Crowe]

N'Jay climbed to the air look and tried to open it. looked. nothing a thermal detonator could not fix. he took out two from his explosives pack set a 10 sec delay, placed the 2 feet apart and activated them. he the jumped of the ship and back into the snow, it helped cousin his fall. 5...4...3...2...

BOOM!

two descent size explosions went off, ​'that should have done the trick' ​he climbed back up. they blew a hole about 4 feet wide, good enough to enter in to. he dropped in. he heard a beep on his commlink. ​"what is it now R-5? another ship? great, it just keeps getting better!" ​he cut comms and started to walk in to the ship.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Butch Mahan"] | @Andor Callro 457 | @Myles Vylumnar​

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

Within the ship, Kaz found himself in a tough pinch with ships surrounding his location, little time, and one unconscious Myles. He didn't have time to figure out if they were friendly or not, but they seemed Imperial. Normally, he and Myles didn't have many problems with any Imperials. Despite his rogue-ish behavior and 'rebellious' deeds, Myles sort of admired the Empire, but he thought they could use some reformations when it came to politics and such. Regardless, Imperials could sometimes get a bit unnecessarily brutal in their ways. Kaz of all people knew that, so the old Toydarian would have to play it safe.

He dragged the limp body of his young comrade and chauffeur down into one of The Stargazer's many secret compartments. Stashing him away, Kaz began to panick when he noticed people approaching the ship. It was likely that there were more than just Imperials around, like pirates or scavengers and the like. This was, Wild Space after all. Grabbing ahold of Myles old N-10 Bantha sniper rifle which was never really used, Kaz took cover and hid in the ship's lower engineering bay.

He prepared for the worst as two explosions went off nearby.

@N'Jay Crowe | [member="Butch Mahan"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Andor Callro 457"]

((It's gonna be interesting to have a Mexican standoff-type encounter with everybody... Ship layout: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/100166-mm-13-marava/))

 

[Andor Callro 457]

The group dove to the snow covered ground when the explosions went off. "Kark me!" Andor barked, as he picked himself up, he looked up, only to see a shadow slip into the Stargazer. "What sorta moron does that?" Andor asked.

"A stupid one." Fiel sardonically replied, "Could have planted those charges on an engine or fuel tank, blown us all up."

"Looks like a scavenger boys," Andor growled, "Bloody scumbag. Let's go have a look see about knocking his head off." Twitch giggled maniacally at the statment, nothing better than knocking a few skulls together.

"Should take off the bowcasters," Fiel added, "Not really good in a close quarters situation, right boss?"


"Damn right Ender." Andor said, the corporal made a great point, "E-11's out now." Andor ordered as he holstered the bowcaster, and approached the ruined ship. The three stormtrooper kept their eyes on the ship hovering above the crash site, as they climbed up.

"Wouldn't be surprised if that's the bastard that did it." Twitch offered, "Could be making sure there's no witnesses."

"Well," Andor said, as he slipped into the ship, "If he is, we're gonna make him pay for his crimes, Esterus style."

[member="Myles Vylumnar"] | @N'Jay Crowe | [member="Butch Mahan"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[N'Jay Crowe]

N'jay had several numbers he liked, 3,7and 30 are some of his favorite. when it came to ammo clips for his blaster 7 was what he always carried, explosives was a different matter, he only carried 3. and any ship under 150m should at most take 30 minutes to sweep. but this ship was small slightly smaller than the Wild flower​ but it seemed to use all available space in it. if J was going to sweep the ship he was going to need the layout, that's when he opened his comms to his ship again.

​"R-5 get me the layout of this ship. yeah I know that was stupid but it work, and I knew what I was doing. don't you trust me?" ​

after several harsh tones from R-5 he finally got the layout, he entered a small air lock on the side of the ship, there was a door at the other end, he went thru it into a hallway, he then(gun ready) walked to the far end where three doors were at. he went into the cargo bay. no one was there, just some cargo containers.

​'time to move on, wait what was that? ​

there was the sound of boots hitting metal from the air lock. ​"R-5 give me a scan for life forms on this ship, NOW!" the response was not what he wanted, it was not a clear reading all he saw was a giant blob of red, not helpful at all. he went back to the door tot the hallway from the cargo hold.

he shouted down the hallway. ​"I don't want to hurt you so state who you are and what your doing." ​as he readied his last thermal detonator '​just in case'

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[Desmond C'artyom]

The stealthed Chiss began to make their way down the hill. The wind whipped at their cloaks and occasionally a white humanoid could be seen as the snow briefly covered their suits. They were halfway down the hill whenever they heard the explosion. Everyone hit the ground and lay there until finally a raised fist told them it was okay. Desmond flung his arm out in a chopping motion and the squad began to move on once more.

They reached the ship a few moments after Andor, but on the opposite end. They made their way to the cockpit through the flurry of snow. They stopped for a moment as Desmond climbed to the canopy and withdrew his plasma cutter. He torched a large hole through the glass and pressed inwards. He climbed aboard the ship and sent a small rope out the hole. Shortly afterwards he was greeted by his four companions.

“Sir we’re receiving a transmission from the Rogue Sun,” Crato said as he brushed off some of the snow that lined his suit.

“Patch them through,” Desmond replied with a finger to his chin.

“Sir the Grand Admiral has arrived!” The ensign aboard the Rogue Sun shouted into the comms.

“Here!?! What could he be doing on this bloody planet? Belay that. Send a transmission to him, tell him there are friendlies aboard the ship,” Desmond said irritatedly

If the Grand Admiral had decided to come then that meant this place would be swarming with Imperials soon. Desmond would lose his chance to question the subjects and the mission would be scrubbed before they even got any proper intel.

“We’re going to have to move fast boys! Get a det charge on that door!”

@N'Jay Crowe
[member="Andor Callro 457"]
[member="Myles Vylumnar"]
[member="Butch Mahan"]

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

Kaz remained hidden as he began to hear people shouting from other parts of the ship. He buzzed around through the ship's engine compartments, his wings lightly fluttering as he hovered back and forth. Hopefully, no one would find out where Myles was being stashed. You'd have to know the ship's true layout to figure it out, or just lucky. Even with a droid sweep, you'd have to scan through the entire ship to find these secret compartments. Kaz just hoped that Myles would wake up soon, if at all...

As he paced back and forth contemplating what to do next, he noticed a crowd of bottles sitting by the one of the ship's maneuver drives. They were all empty or at least half-empty, and the area reeked of booze. One of the bottles was lodged into the drive, which sort of explained why the ship's engines failed...

But now wasn't the time to regret the past. Soon enough, the ship would be crowded by other unwelcome parties...

[member="Butch Mahan"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Andor Callro 457"] | @N'Jay Crowe

 

[Andor Callro 457]

Andor stood on the ship when he heard the buzz of a plasma cutter. "Hurry lads!" The trooper barked, oblivious that the noises source was coming from the outside, "Some blokes cutting this ship open!" Andor slid into the hole created by thermal detonators. Twitch followed with Fiel taking up the rear.

It was dark inside, and the trio began to slowly make their way through the confines of the ship. They were silent, not wanting to let the pirate/smuggler who'd blown himself in know of their location. Armed with blaster rifles, the trio peeked every corner, ensuring that whoever was in here, wouldn't know where they were. However, the sound of the plasma cutter had dulled.

"Guv, ya don't think it could be from outside, do ya?" Twitch asked.

"Shut up." Andor hissed, "We've gotta be quiet."

"Noise has gone quiet now." Twitch continued, albeit in a hushed tone. He was right, dead right. "Could there be another group of scavengers?"

"We're probably about to find out." Andor said, keeping his blaster close, "Set for stun."

[member="Myles Vylumnar"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Butch Mahan"] | @N'Jay Crowe

 

[Butch Mahan]

The Finisher dropped out of hyperspeed unopposed, two Sentinel class Troop Transports following it. From the only hangar the Star Destroyer held, its entire fighter complement launched, sixteen TIE fighters, a meager flight wing for a Star Destroyer, but certain assets have to be cut to make way for the massive gravity well projectors placed upon them. Quickly, the TIEs formed into four, squadrons of equal strength, two broke off to escort the Sentinels, and the other two remained with the Finisher. Once each Sentinel had their escort, they began to slowly descend to the surface, heading straight towards the location of the distress beacon, intent on discovering the source of this emergency.

Mahan watched from his spot on the bridge, standing mere centimeters away from the large plexiglass viewport, studying the world's white aesthetic. A young officer sporting a bushy mustache approached the Duros, "Admiral, initial scans have detected three vessels on the planetary surface-" A bing on his datapad interrupted the Lieutenant Commander, his eyes widened at the message recieved, "Belay that, four vessels, the fourth sporting Imperial Remnant identification codes. It seems to be an intelligence collection vessel, it missed our primary scans due to a substantial amount of stealth technology carried aboard." Mahan's facial expression did not change when hearing of the Imperial Remnant vessel's presence, all it meant was more drones to order around, "Order them to return to their vessel and dock here on the Finisher at once, they are to be debriefed by me personally." The officer nodded, "And what of the other vessels?" Mahan did not hesitate to answer, "Instruct the landing parties to seize all vessels in that area by a five kilometer radius, all sentient beings are to be detained and questioned." The man saluted and returned to his station, conducting the orders the Grand Admiral had given him. With that out of the way, Mahan left the bridge, heading towards the hangar where he would await the arrival of the Imperial crew already on the planet surface.

[member="Andor Callro 457"] | [member="Myles Vylumnar"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | @N'Jay Crowe ​

 

[N'Jay Crowe]

J did not know what to do he was trapped, there where multiple file forms entering the ship and he didn't know if they were hostile. what he did tho was shot the door panal at the far end door to keep them from entering that way but besides that there was nothing to do, R-5 hailed him again. ​"what now!? more ships? imperials? damn ok um I don't know just stay there. i'm trapped in here and I don't like where this is going." ​he cut the link. he just waited for some one to enter the cargo hold. he heard the sounds of others entering the ship.

[member="Butch Mahan"] | [member="Andor Callro 457"] | [member="Myles Vylumnar"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

"Hold it!" yelled out a low, raspy, half-drunk voice. An old, senior Toydarian hovered out of the ship's engineering bay, his wings buzzing as they fluttered through the air. He held a sniper rifle, which was so large in comparison to his body that it was a surprise the old guy could even carry it. He kept it aimed at @N'Jay Crowe, flying closer. As he flew, sparks erupted out of a loose wire in the ceiling, striking the Toydarian in the head.

"Yowch! Damned ship..." he grumbled as his face barely showed through the darkness. After a couple seconds of fluttering, his feet touched to the ground. Kaz's eyes squinted at the intruder, whose face was covered by the darkness which filled the inside of the ship.

"Who are you!? What are you doing in... my ship!"

Meanwhile, a bump was heard nearby, as if something hit a wall... Someone had awoken.

[member="Butch Mahan"] | [member="Andor Callro 457"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] ((http://starwarsrp.net/topic/102345-kakuutto-kazuutto/#))

 

[N'Jay Crowe]

J stared at the Toydarian through the sights of his E-11 Blaster with the thermal detonator still in his hand. he didn't seem sober, J could tell be the fact that the sniper rifle he held was swaying, a lot. hopefuly this guy did not want to kill him.

​"look I got your distress beacon and came to help, I have a ship considering yours looks out of commotion. only if you want help, I can leave you if you prefer."

​he heard a banging noise, followed by a few curses. some one ran into something and was not happy.

​look, is there anyone else here, if so grab them and lets go there are imperials out there about to close our chance for escape.so we need to go now." he radioed R-5 "get the ramp down and prepare for takeout immediately after I get on." ​he blew past the Toydarian and made his way back to the way he came in.

[member="Myles Vylumnar"]