Boost All hands on deck

[Isur]

A new lease. A new job.

Isur was not the type to lead, he was a soldier, sort of. A criminal, a crewmember. He didn’t mastermind anything, and the Karkarodon knew that. Skills like his? He didn’t need to be in charge. No ego, no delusions. There wasn’t a part of him that worried about the higher ideals. He would leave that to Vigos and captains.

That was why he found himself on this mission. Crewing on an older Marauder-class corvette. Part of the boarding party. That was more than fine with Isur. Their target today? Toydarian bankers. Or something.

It didn’t matter.

He knew there were credits on the galleon. The one the corvette had marked as primary target. Isur, complete with wan-shen was standing in the main hold of one of the shuttles. A Falleen lieutenant was explaining the strike. They had to give some quarter, keep some alive.

Isur rolled his eyes as best as he could as his hands moved on the pike he had. Escort ships were firing on the shuttle, but what it lacked in weapons it made up for in shields and engines. Isur felt the ship shudder with each laser blast and held on as the drill end rammed into the galleon.

“All hands to the front. Find us the vault!” Yelled the Falleen as Isur grinned, all his teeth as he was one of the first into the breach, a minor barrier of the Force up before him to absorb that first wave of blaster bolts before he could get in close. A war droid behind him that was determined to wreck every organic in its way to the main terminal.

 

[Kinley Pryse]

You've been hit by... you've been struck by...

"Stealing hearts and credits, not necessarily in that order."
​

Kinley heard the breach before she saw it, sharp, ugly, and unsubtle as hell. The kind of entrance that said "we brought a hammer to your locks and manners be damned."

Classic Isur. Kinley had never met the Karkarodon but he had a reputation as a blunt instrument that could get things done. She liked that in a criminal. Another shot rang out, then more blaster fire, a droid's voice announcing target priority, the hiss of something melting metal. Kinley adjusted her jacket, stood, and strolled after the carnage like she were late to brunch.

"Slow down, gills," she muttered, voice coated in dry amusement as she slid behind a console and re-routed a door lock with two flicks of the wrist and a shorted datapad. "Can't crack a vault if you turn everyone into flarkin' chum." She ducked as a stray bolt whizzed past, drew her blaster in one smooth motion, and returned fire without breaking stride. Somewhere up ahead, the war droid roared. Somewhere behind, the Toydarian crew screamed. Kinley Pryse just kept walking, grin sharp and stride easy.

This was her kind of chaos.

Tags: Open

A Smooth Criminal

 

[Fenn Stag]

SUFFER UNTO ME

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His people, Mandalorians, were known for many things.

Violence.

Savagery.

Honorable duels.

The finest weapons and armor in the galaxy.

And, in the case of the Jedi and Sith menace- their affinity for a particularly unorthodox weapon in the age of blasters and lightsabers- shotguns. While mostly on the way out in the galactic arms race, there was a time and place for the crude, simple weapon. He racked the shotgun in his hands, walking calmly into the boarding party's fray. He stood tall, on the flank of the war droid. Fenn's effectiveness with the weapon was on full display- as well as why the Black Sun hired him as a mercenary.

Each shot, each rack of the shotgun was another would-be Defender laid out against the hull, blood splattered, chunks of them thrown to and fro. Fenn's reloading was quick, two shells at a time, cupping them in his hands to rack them into the tube of the shotgun. He didn't say anything- the silent menace of a Mandalorian kept pushing. He was not here as a member of skill, he was purely here to enact pain and suffering, hate and discontent on his enemy of the day.

He'd leave the vault-cracking, slicing, hacking, lockpicking to the more skilled and adept members of their group. Fenn knew his place.

 

[Kig Mortuuga]

Objective: Wealth, riches and prestige
Location: Between Marauder-class corvette and target galleon
Entourage: Zebkar Verbok
Tags: Isur | Kinley Pryse | Fenn Stag | OPEN

Kig had decided to join the main force of the boarding party with his main muscle Zebkar at his side. The Dowutin was slow and strong, a great wing man for this mission. The rest of the crew were supporting the raid aboard the Toxin.

When the call came to make the charge, Kig's whole body twinged with anxiety having another Falleen lead the way. The Nautolan captain knew that this was going to be a whole lot of chaos as soon as they made it into the target ship however. Chain of command was going to be out the window for the most part. Kig and Zebkar would pave their way to the vault. Once there, Kig would make his way to the front. If no one else here could slice the vault door, he would be sure to make that happen.

A big Karkarodon led the way through the breach, a droid right behind him. Kig and Zebkar funneled towards the opening as he heard a strong feminine voice advise they take it slow. Kig looked over to see the source and smiled as he saw the woman working on the door systems. Before moving to the attack.

"Can't be reelin' in most deese tugs Babes," Kig spoke to the woman firing his blaster and allowing Zebkar to push forward at his own steady pace. "Good ting be dat deese boys prolly ain't got de skillz to get in de vault. I am bettin' you can. Let's be stickin' togetter Babes. We be da first ones havin' a look at de loot."

 

[Isur]

Another growl and swing of his wan-shen, and another Toydarian would go down. A blaster bolt absorbing into his skin, both from the Force granting a bit of an abjuration ward on him, and his own skin was a bit more resilient than the soft-skin no-fins that were among him. Well, maybe he was more among them. It didn’t take long for him to realize he was the only real aquatic here.

Most were flying, little bird people. And the ones on his side? Five fingers, soft skin. Hair.

Gross.

Chewing, and full of hard bones. Not the hollow bones of avians, or the small brittle of aquatics.

Hard, like rocks.

But no eyes.

Didn’t matter. These others, the Toydarians were just weird enough where when Isur took a bit, as he did another one, he spit it out.

The war droid behind him was keeping most at bay as they got to the first terminal.

“Droid. Work.” Isur ordered as he spun the weapon, catching a blaster bolt on it.

The droid stepped forward, and started to plug in. This would be step one. And the droid would be sending the maps to the team.

Kinley Pryse Fenn Stag Kig Mortuuga

 

[Kinley Pryse]

You've been hit by... you've been struck by...

Take What You Can. Give Nothing Back​

Kinley smirked at the green skinned suggestion they get to the loot first. Criminals were refreshingly true to themselves, something average citizens weren’t. Kinley trusted killers more than average citizens these days. But as refreshing as it was they had to play by the rules. Black Sun made sure everyone got a cut, and that meant playing nice.

She clicked her tongue and tipped her hat at the suggestion, but kept her mouth shut. She didn’t need to become shark chum this early in the game.

They kept blasting and providing cover fire while the droid plugged into the first terminal. Kinley was using the job to test some new tech, one of which were modified rocket boots that provided an electrical charge when they made contact. She kicked a droid and watched it sizzle in a satisfying way.

Credits well spent.


Isur Kig Mortuuga Fenn Stag

A Smooth Criminal

 

[Arcadian]

Arcadian ducked through the breach, stepping over charred durasteel and lifeless Toydarians. Only one was still breathing, as far as Cade could tell; twitching on the floor, clinging to life despite grievous injuries.

"Where is your captain?" he demanded as he stepped toward the battered alien. Cade stepped on his fingers, pinning them to the floor.

"Wouldn't you- like to know," he snorted, flashing a smug grin. His teeth were brown, stained from grime and blood. Disgusting creatures. It was sickening to think that the Toydarians had interfered with the Kaggath. It was a dishonorable fluke, but one that Black Sun would soon be correcting.

"Have it your way," Arcadian said bitterly, weighing a scattergun in his hand. The Toydarian put his free hand up to plead, but it was too late - Cade fired a single slug that put an end to any groveling the alien might have done. Black Sun didn't need anyone alive but the captain. Any others were a nicety, and the majordomo was not feeling particularly generous toward the winged little bastards.

He raised the others over comms. "Any sign of the captain? Or the vault?" With luck, they had already found it. Arcadian knew he was moving at a slower pace than the rest of the crew. He was playing clean-up, combing over the dead and dying to find what they came for: information.

The vault was just a bonus.

Tags: Fenn Stag | Isur | Kig Mortuuga | Kinley Pryse​