Private A Train Wreck of a Thread

[Drego Ruus]

Tatooine.

Many consider it the graveyard of Empires. The place where heroes rise to claim glory, or villains go to fall. Many have claimed it over the centuries, but it's populous stayed uncaring of who was in charge.

The planet had always been a disconnected wasteland, a desert scattered with dots of meek civilization, but it's one point of connection was the Tosche Rail network. A small web of repulsor trains that crossed the desert, bringing supplies between the large settlements across the planet.

On this, Drego Avik sat. A bodyguard on one of the trains, a job he had taken on a whim to help pay rent.

But what could go wrong on a train? That was to be seen...

Tempo Domina Prime ​

 

[Tempo]

TAGS: Drego Ruus Domina Prime ​

Amidst the scorching dunes of Tatooine, where the winds whispered, Tempo stood next to his speeder bike, gazing determinedly at the approaching Tosche Rail network. His eyes glinted with a mix of excitement and mischief as he eyed the cargo being transported on one of the repulsor trains.

Tempo had come here for a single purpose - to steal a mysterious object that was rumored to hold immense power. Legends whispered that it could bend reality itself, and in the wrong hands, it could spell doom for the entire galaxy. His clawed hands tightened around the handlebars of his bike, the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he imagined the fame and fortune he could claim if he succeeded.

Dressed in a tattered brown cloak that swirled in the desert breeze, Tempo checked the gear he had brought for this daring heist. His claws tingled with anticipation as he carefully mapped out the plan in his mind. As the train approached, he could see the guards patrolling its exterior, their blasters glinting in the unforgiving sun.

With a deep breath, Tempo revved the engine of his speeder bike and zipped toward the moving train with reckless speed. He was an expert rider, his reflexes honed through countless escapades in the galaxy's underbelly. His lavender hair fluttered behind him like a trail of stardust as he closed in on the train's side.

As he neared the cargo car, he leaped from his bike and used his strong claws to latch onto the metallic surface of the train. With practiced grace, he climbed up, using every crevice and protrusion to his advantage. The wind roared in his ears, and his heart pounded loudly, but Tempo remained focused on his mission.

Inside the cargo car, the object of his desire lay concealed under heavy locks and sophisticated security measures. But Tempo had a few tricks up his sleeve. With the finesse of a seasoned thief, he deftly picked the locks, disabling the alarms without breaking a sweat.

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[Domina Prime]

We don't need none of those little things
They Remind us of all our Little Dreams
◈
Forget About Tomorrow, Tomorrow is Today
You were born a lion and a lion you will stay~


Tempo | Drego Ruus ​

The roiling and rumbling of the trolly accelerating through the vast expanse of desert was almost like a cradle to the xeno now. Dimas mind had waxed and waned ever since her arrival to this scorching dust ball of a planet, really only even on the train because in all her infinite wisdom and professional behavior the Prime had managed to, yet again, for perhaps the eighth time in a month crashed her ship upon entering the planets atmosphere.

Which had left her stranded near a small settlement where she managed to get a transport ticket to the next biggest colony on the planet occupied by her Mandalorian Kin so she could have her ship properly repaired and she could be on her way. So for now? She was merely a passenger on this transport train. Tucked snugly into an entire row of seats and taking up the entire row leaving no room for anyone else as those elongated legs splayed outward with that massive purple cloak covering over her body like a toasty blanket.

The cradle had rocked the xeno into a deep slumber, one she was enjoying until suddenly, as if something had smacked into the train a CHA-SHLINK! Sounded just outside of train cart she was riding within.

Dima jumped up, her five eyes tired and still heavy as her helmet remained in the seat beside her. Looking around to see where the noise had even come from before looking out her window to see a bike speeding on by....with no one on it?

"Mmm, stupid kids. Leaving their stupid bikes on autopilot~" She grumbled, tossing and turning to the other side and lifting her cloak to further cover her face and go back to snoozing.

Trying to fall asleep however the noises continued. Heavy boots stomping along the roof of the train which caused Dima to suddenly and abruptly blast out from her seated position and wildly flailing her four arms to get the cloak off of her.

"Alright alright who the FUCK is making all that bloody RACKET?" She snapped, unsheathing her beskad and swinging wildly through the air as if someone was standing there, which in turn caused the other passengers to duck down beneath the swing from the sudden alien who had gone mad out of nowhere. "Dima has been having a BAD day alright? Who is it huh? It it YOU?" She pointed her Kopis short sword towards a young child sitting in their seat with a candy bar, a mother instantly shielding them fearfully from Dima as those five eyes searched the cart. "Ugg, okok maybe if your gonna cry about it nevermind~" She quipped with a tired expression, turning her back to the passengers and yawning loudly. Segmented jaws splitting asunder as she took the sharp end of her blade and casually scratched it along the side of her skull, looking around confused at this point.

X9, her assistant droid was quick to intercept her.

"Dima what are you doing i thought you wanted to take a nap!" They asked, making Dima kinda shrug, half asleep still despite her dramatic outburst. "Quit scaring people we're almost to the main settlement just go back to sleep!" X9 told her, Dima rolling her eyes and grabbing her helm from the seat and strolling past the droid and entering into the next cart of the train, wanting to stretch her legs now that she had been disturbed.

"Well Dima was but SOMEONE had to ruin it!" She barked, scoffing and slipping her Kopis back into it's scabbard on her hip. "Tell the kids to quit crashing their bikes into the train and maybe Dima can get her pretty sleep yes?" She explained, causing X9 to look at her then look out the window of the train curiously.

"Wait...what bike?"

 

[Drego Ruus]

he leaped from his bike and used his strong claws to latch onto the metallic surface of the train. With practiced grace, he climbed up, using every crevice and protrusion to his advantage. The wind roared in his ears, and his heart pounded loudly, but Tempo remained focused on his mission.

Inside the cargo car, the object of his desire lay concealed under heavy locks and sophisticated security measures. But Tempo had a few tricks up his sleeve. With the finesse of a seasoned thief, he deftly picked the locks, disabling the alarms without breaking a sweat.

Drego was never one to stay still while on patrol. His sensors could've picked up the bike a mile away, but he was too focused on the task. And no sane person would try and board a moving train, right?

Well, it would seem Tempo wasn't sane. But neither was he, his old comrades would argue. The moment the bike started getting dangerously close, he was on the move, running from the engine, which he had been guarding from raider attacks, to the cargo. His job wasn't to ask questions about the cargo after all, just to keep the train moving.

Chh-Chunk

In went two shells of buckshot into the chamber of the Orar. He was ready to take on whatever came next.

"FREEZE!" He roared, his voice echoing through the steel container that Tempo had entered.

Domina Prime

 

[Tempo]

TAGS: Drego Ruus Domina Prime

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Tempo's heart jolted at the sudden roar of a voice. His claws momentarily froze over the lock he was working on, and his eyes widened. He hadn't expected to encounter Drego. a

"Freeze?" Tempo's mischievous grin belied the danger of the situation. "Now, where's the fun in that?"

With a swift movement, he reached into his cloak and withdrew several small metallic balls. In one fluid motion, he tossed them to the floor of the cargo car.

They burst upon impact, releasing a thick, obscuring smoke that quickly filled the space. The sound of Drego's footsteps became muffled.

Tempo didn't wait to see the effect on Drego; he knew that the guard would soon recover. Darting towards the side door of the cargo car, his nimble body moved like a shadow, slipping through the door just as the smoke reached its full spread.

The desert wind howled as he clung to the outside of the train, his claws digging into the metal. The chaos he had left inside the car was only a temporary advantage, but it gave him time to think, time to plan.

He began to climb towards the roof of the adjacent car, his mind racing with audacious ideas. The smoke screen had bought him precious moments, but he needed more than that to outwit Drego.

Once on the roof, he retrieved a small device from his pocket, a remote-controlled detonator. He quickly planted a set of small charges along the coupling between the cargo car and the rest of the train, his heart pounding with anticipation.