Public Ballroom Blitz

[Garo Walduel]

It was supposed to be a simple job... Stop a shipment headed from Coruscant to Hutta and slip out none-the-wiser. Now, as Garos' surroundings ever-rise in calamity, it is safe to say that a hitchless mission isn't getting scratched off any list tonight.

He had wandered into some dive cantina, desperate for answers to the question that stood between him and his next paychit. It was over-crowded, packed like canned paddy-frogs were beings of all shapes and sizes, of all backgrounds and beliefs. A sea of faces churning in one big melting pot. Garo wandered around the place, tuning his ear to every back corner that he so happened to pass until finally, he heard the magic words...

"-Freight to Hutta, I'm heading out soon."

This stopped Garo to a dead halt before he slid his lanky frame into the booth seat.

"The fark are you?" The stranger asked, his brow furrowed in frustration.

"I've been hired by certain people with... Outstanding moral obligations to stop you from making that delivery. So... Tell me. What exactly is it?"

Before the question could even settle into the air, the table was being forced into Garos' ribs, pinning him against the wall. The drivers' friend then stood, drawing his pistol and shoving it into Garos' face. Two shots rang out, and the strangers' friend fell screaming onto the dirty floor of the establishment as smoke began to rise from under the table, coming from the end of Garos' own secondary blaster.

The driver shuffles out of the seat, taking the weight off of the table and allowing Garo to shove it into the opposite side of the booth. He raises his pistol, but as his eyes line down the sights, the driver had already dissipated into the sea of clamor and destruction. Any shot taken now would definitely strike a civillian, and that would only make things harder...

Now, with utmost "Oomph," Garo charges shoulder-first into the violent waves of chaos, ducking fists and dodging makeshift weapons including, (But not limited to,) chairs, shards of broken glass, blasters, knives... Even some of the smaller beings are picked up and hurled across the room like some sort of rage-fueled projectile.

"I'll get you, you bastard! No matter how far you run- I will hunt you to the ends of the galaxy!"

His words are drowned by the noise of the current uprising unfolding, but in a flash of fear, the driver looks back into the crowd. And during that flash of fear, Garo locks eyes with him. He ducks his head and charges through the bodies like a fish upstream, slipping each gap with the proficiency of a predator chasing its prey.

Suddenly, a hand snags Garo by the jacket and spins him around to allow the other hand to strike a punch square to Garos' nose. A flash of white replaces everything in his vision, and as it all comes to, he is lying on his back, a numb pain dulling his face more and more. Suddenly, he realizes that same hand is coming down at him very quickly. He twists out of the way, allowing the mans' hand to slam into the metal floor. A gruesome, grinding-crunch comes from his wrist upon impact. As the man recoils in paim, Garo siezes the moment and wrestles himself out from under the large man, backing further into the crowd.

His eyes lock onto the driver again as the back of his head slips through the door. Garo licks his lips in anticipation, immediately realizing his nose is gushing blood down his face. Definitely broken...

As he reaches the end of the crowd, he starts throwing elbows and fists, forcing the ocean of violence to part in his wake. As he breaks through, it's like a weight has been lifted from him, and he feels ultimately faster than he ever did. Though, he knows better. As he gets to the door, he swings himself around it by the frame, digs his shoes into the floor, and begins a full-sprint towards his target. Usually by now, Garo would have shot him, but he knows he can catch him...

Just got to close the distance.

 

[Groushh]

Groushh was leaning against the wall close to the entrance door. Like usual he did not engage in conversation. There is only business, no pleasure. This was a simple reconaissance. Gather information and find something to gain credits. While he was waiting he picked up all the conversations with the help of his helmet, specificly the pointy bat like ears he had, which were in no way a fashion decision made by him. Those ears had functions. For a while he listened until he heard something very odd. Groushh immediately looked in the direction of the conversation that peaked his interest. Someone did really just walk up to people and told them what was going on. Very bold. Very dangerous. This behavior definetly gets you killed. Somewhat amusing was it maybe for Groushh. Especially what they were talking about. A freight to Hutta. Groushh already heard the credits in his mind. So unlike the man openly admiting into stopping someone Groushh took the more thought after approach and follows the scenerie in the shadows. To no surprise to Groushh this whole scene developed into a fight, but yet he did not engage, he just stood like a statue and waited for the right moment, because as fate had it intended the man that was telling about the freight ran right up to Groushh towards the exit.

Time to shine.

A quickl little snap with a finger and a small little device shot right at the person sticking to it. In the heat of rush and battle the man did not even notice it.

Smooth.Planned. Just like Groushh likes it.

And then Garo Walduel rushes past. Followed by Groushh.

Before Garo was far away though, Groushh engaged. Not out of curiousity, but because this man holds a certain value. That being the contract and maybe some more information.

With a very a shriek and raw voice, Groushh speaks

"nar dra uatey tok"
His speechmodulator of course did the rest, so over his own voice a cold mechanical male voice spoke, with some glitches in it's voice.
[The target escaped. I know where he went. Tell me about the job and I'll handle the rest]
Typical for his species he was very cautious around non Ubese beings, so he kept his safe distance towards Garo. His hand resting on his holster in case of.

 

[Garo Walduel]

Garo looks to this strange man in this strange land with disdain, blood pouring down his freshly bruised and broken nose, running down along the rest of his face and neck. The last thing Garo wants is help, but with his target slowly opening the distance in this stew of rancid creatures, it is looking like help is the only thing that is going to save this job. With a growl, Garo angrily begins to deny fate for a moment.

"This crap! THIS is what I get for being curious- a botched job, and a new buddy to split the pot with. KARK it!" His foot finds an unsuspecting trash bin, sending it flying from its place, towards and over the edge of their current level in the city. A quiet impact and the sound of a horn being held down is heard shortly after it disappears over the edge.

Garo runs his hand through his sweaty hair, his widened, angry eyes fixating themselves upon the figure before him, hatred fueling his very being. And that factoid was an obvious snag to any sentient creature. When Garo is angry, he has a very... Specific, look about his face- like he is about to explode upon the next stressful impact that life throws at him.

"Baah! Fine- But I swear, if you try to screw me out of this, one of us is going to be dead before that ship is gone." He says coldly. Less of a threat, and more of a casual warning. The galaxy is a rough place... More often than not, when someone offers their hand to help, the other one is behind their back, holding a knife to stick you with... Garo sighs and pulls a cigarette from his jacket. To light it, he snaps his fingers, and the end of his thumb opens like a hatch, revealing a plasma lighter underneath- lit and ready for use. He puts his thumb up to the end of the cigarette and takes a deep inhale, the exhale lasting almost twice as long. As he feels the tension in his shoulders trickle away just a little, he looks to the stranger with a much calmer demeanor.

"All I know, is that the guy we're after has the access key to a cargo freighter that has something important on it. That was all my employer was kind enough to share with me. Hence- my casual approach to this. I was hoping my target wasn't so much of a coward and would perhaps strike a deal with me, maybe at least tell me what was on the ship. With all the secrecy, I thought maybe it was runaway slaves, maybe just refugees in general, but if that were the case, he wouldn't be running away, at least not to the ship," Garo looks over the edge, taking a deep breath as if he were trying to pick up on the targets' scent.

"Where'd you run off to, nerf herder?"

Groushh

 

[Groushh]

Groushh continued guarding his distance towards Garo, especially when he crashed out. Though, out of safety he opened his holster, ready to pull out his blaster in case of. Luckily for both of them it seemed that the blaster was not necessary, yet the option remained for Groushh.

He still waited until Garo was calm again before he took a few steps toward him.

"Yoto. Nar.Dra.uatey nar.yoto vek."
[Insufficient information.That makes the job unstable.I placed a tracker on the target.I will share the position.....Remain calm.....Until I'm certain of that…
you are a valuable risk.]

Groushh lifted his arm and tapped on his vambrace a few times until a map projects itself with a red dot. With his free hand he pointed towards the red dot. Then he walked up towards Garo.

For now, he would leave him with this information.

"Yuatey....."
[Wait until target is slowing down. Probably ran towards landing ports.We trap him there. No more options for him. Target will panick. We will strike.]

 

[Garo Walduel]

"Waiting for him to slow might not be such a bad idea. Man is quick, I can give him that much."

A certain level of shame has washed over him, replacing the majority of that rage he projects so effortlessly. Though he isn't well-renowned, or famous or anything of the sort, so far his reputation amongst the Empire and those he had worked for in the past was that of a pristine nature. Down to the last detail, his history has been perfect... Until now.

Now- He is the Bounty Hunter that lost his biggest score yet, and is now taking commands from a stranger on that very same score in attempts to save the botched parameters... Leaves a certain sour kind of taste in his mouth. Another drag is taken from the cigarette as Garo continues to peer over the edge, now in the direction his newfound partner is pointing on the map.

"Any chance you can give me the frequency on that tracker?"

He brings his bionic arm up to his head, tapping twice on his left temple. As he does so, the false eye on his left opens at the middle of the iris, revealing a cold, metallic socket with an extending lense, which glows a dull red. He isn't a droid, he has just been put back together alot in life.

The lense pushes an inch or two past the brow of his socket when he squints, allowing him a closer look at the streets and sky lanes below. If this guy could give Garo the frequency, his eye would give him a ping every few seconds telling him what direction to go for a constant on-point chase. (If the target manages to run again) Or at the very least, Garo wouldn't feel the need to ask every five minutes about their bountys' location.

He sighs, a billow of smoke swirling from his lips and taking to the Coruscant air with the haste of a passing speeder.

"Alright. I know you don't work for free, only idiots do that. So here's what I'll offer. We split the bounty for the guy fifty-fifty. Then I keep the cargo, you can have his ship and anything else on it whenever the cargo is securely sitting in my own transport. You can scrap the beast for it's durasteel plating and bronzium wire for all I care. My only concern is fuel, food and whatever he's got with him."

Garo turns, extending his right hand (The real one) towards the stranger for a shake.

"Any objections? Hell I'll even buy you a drink if we save this."

Groushh

 

[Groushh]

It took Groussh a second to process this information therefore he remained silent for a few moments. To be fair he wanted the cargo, but he already has an idea how he can get the cargo still. For now, Groushh nodded, completely ignoring Garos hand. Groushh does not touch non-Ubese. Typical xenophobia from Ubese people one could say.

"dra.uatey.tok."
[Acceptable. You keep the cargo. I keep the outcome]

And with that, Groushh tapped a few times on his vambrace and shares the frequency of the tracking device. Of course typical Groushh style he changed the frequency before sharing it with Garos to keep his encrypted frenquencies safe and hidden from strangers. The frequency he gave Garos was of course the correct and right one and he should be aple to Ping the tracker without problems.


With that being said it was time to move. Groushh did not waste any time but moved out immediately, after all he needs preptime. If he's right the target should be going exactly where he wants him to go and he still needs to slice into the security system of the landing ports. He took a quick look behind him to see if Garos would follow or go his seperate way.

[I will make my way to the landing port. I need to slice into the system to give us an advantage and prevent the target from escaping. You can follow or follow the target. My guess remains. His goal is the landing ports.]

 

[Garo Walduel]

Garo hesitates. A good few yards stand between Groushh and himself now. Not out of fear, or a sense of danger- but rather out of calculation. Garo is a natural-born hunter, and his enhancements and replacement parts over the years have only enhanced those abilities. And so- the ratrace within him, thus begins.

If Garo were to follow the target, he would now have a constant knowledge of his location... If he were to say- direct the chase, he could cut him off into a dead-end and put a stop to this wild convore chase rather quickly...

However, the target is unpredictable, wirey... There is no telling what he'll do to get out of this, and Garo feels as if the target is desperate enough to start taking hostages if need be. Though, Garo doesn't care so much about them as the difficulty it will add to the chase.

If he were to go with Groushh, he's guaranteed to walk right to both of them, prepped, ready to strike. Garo knows which ship to look for and everything. Definitely that one, yeah...

"I'm going with you. Only good chasing him'll do is make his path inconsistent. Better off to pair up and set a trap. Granted that is, if you can stand to be near me."

Garo of course, is referring to Groushhs' earlier display of xenophobia, a very miniscule grin forming at the corner of his mouth. This is his attempt at humor, something he has never quite perfected.

Groushh and Garo set off, Groushh leading the way, and Garo trying like hell to seem as least useless as possible. Already this guy had saved his job, made finding the guy infinitely easier- and to top it all off, is taking half the cut. Well... the upfront cut. The over-all pay for the job is still to be taken but that will remain between Garo and Garo for now.

He can tell that if this stranger lending aide were to ever turn the tide and try for treason- the battle would not be fun. From the equipment, to the total aura that seems to seep out that of a cold-blooded killer- Garo feels a knot in his gut at the thought of fighting for what's his, be it loot or life.

After all, this land is foreign to him. He's always hated Coruscant and its people. Disgusting, filthy backstabbers- the lot of them. Quite frankly, if Groushh introduced himself as a local, Garo likely would have declined his help in disgust. Most find it as racism, but Garo just despises a certain type of personality, and those in Coruscant thrive on it, it seems...

...Pity...

...Filthy creatures wallowing in muck, begging for their next meal instead of seizing the planet-wide city around them and doing something about it. Then they are pitied by the rich, who offer their scraps in hopes of bettering a mans' future- who in turn pitifully accepts it, instead of throwing it in their face and demanding their money!-

-Because they see their children, and feel pity...

The place makes his skin crawl, even the nerve sensors in his bionic arm twinge as if an itch needs scratched when he enters this planet...

Groushh

 

[Groushh]

Groushh grabbed the hood of his poncho and slid it over his helmet. The hood was due to the bat ears of the helmet deforming but that way he could decrease his presence more.

"Nar.Dra."
[Tolerance isn't personal.As long as you're useful, you remain.]

Sharp and rational words from the Ubese. But at the least, he was honest. But yet his words had a bitter aftertaste. A dark one. If you're not useful you can be terminated in a second.

The way to the landing pot made both of them walk trough main paths filled with Neon lights everywhere and masses of people but here and there Groushh would take an alternate route trough narrow corridors, filled with dirt and the occasional garbage eating animal. Since this was coruscants underworld, wildlife wasn't really present anymore. Trough some corridors both of them walked past shady creatures, yet none became really hostile.

Groushh stayed quiet while walking. He ever so often looked around and placed his hand near his holster out of safety. Only after the landing ports were in sight, Groushh started talking again.

He turned around to look at Garo.

[Ping the target. We'll see where the Target went]

While he asked Garo to ping, Groussh went close to the entrance of the landing ports. Touching the outer wall with his hand and almost touching the wall with his helmet Groushh remained there. His active systems insinde his helmet were picking up movement inside the port. Trough the sound of vibration and the additional sounds he tried to figure out how many people were armed in there.

 

[Garo Walduel]

Garo nods, bringing his arm up and leaving one tap at his left temple. Within seconds, his head snaps towards the doors of the landing port, slightly askew of their total direction.

"He's in there already. Slowed down, so something eased him a bit."

Garo takes a deep inhale from his cigarette, blowing the smoke out of the opposite end of his mouth that the stick of tobacco hangs from. His eyes never move- never blink after they set on the targets' direction. A lazer-sharp focus is strapped onto that ping, and holds intently.

"His path is jagged... not zig-zag exactly, but like the walkway is packed. The breaks in his pattern are too big to be side-stepping people. Has to be crates or small ships- lots of cover. But that goes both ways..."

Garos' eyes flick in Groushhs' direction for a split second before snapping onto the target again.

"How many you reading? All I can tell you is I know it's not zero. After that, I'm just playing a guessing game."

His words are softly spoken as to not break Groushhs' focus too much, but loud enough to break through the Coruscant ambience. Call it a lack of intuition if you will, but Garo had always hated helmets... He can never tell what the person wearing it is thinking- Then again, maybe that's the point.

Garo freezes for a moment, and it's almost as if all of Coruscant stops with him in that same moment.

"He stopped. I think he's at the ship already."

 

[Groushh]

While Garo was talking, Groushh remained focused on hearing. Garo's information he gave about pathing was actually very accurate and driven by experience. Groushh believed what he said and nodded out of confirmation.

[Neutral ground]
That was Groushh answer to Garo about the environement the target was in.

[Many armed individuals. Few guards. Guards were probably bribed into leaving. I hear at the least 10 guarded enemies, basic gear, bandoliers with grenades blasters and some rifles. Managable but still dangerous. I hear 2 guards but damped. Probably in a different room. Important valuable.]

Groushh stands up straight and pulls on his gloves to correct them, then his vambraces.

[At the ship....]

Groushh thinks for a few moments before he looks at Garo, the red bar of his helmet, shining towards Garo illuminating his face very slightly red.

[Due to time we cannot use Guard variable. We need to act fast. I can close the ports completely, slice into theire security systems, but I require protection in case of detection.Or you distract the target an it's men.]
Groushh is starting to check his gear. First his blaster, then his vambraces, followed by his utility belts and the equipment on it. Mostly all kinds of grenades.

 

[Garo Walduel]

Garo smiles. A genuine, toothy grin stretches across his face, and he unclasps the locking mechanisms on his holsters, one at his chest, the other at his waist, spanning along the front of his belt.

"Oh, I'll keep 'em distracted for you. Would probably give us a better chance if I was just worrying about my back instead of both of us."

With another deep drag, and a partial separation of the doors, (Once Groushh deactivated the systems, of course.) Garo slips within the confines of the Landing bay. It is a massive chamber spanning hundreds upon hundreds of yards, jam-packed with ships, their cargo be it loaded or unloaded, shifty panels, old droids and the worst of it all- the armed men likely anticipating a full-frontal intrusion. Thankfully though, it seems Garos' entrance went unnoticed for now.

A swipe along his temple from brow to ear makes the light in his robotic prosthetic turn a deep shade of purple. As he looks to the floor, he sees the individual foot trails that have come and gone. He picks up on the targets' and his eyes follow it forward. Eventually, it converges with three other sets.

He is guarded...

Garo sneaks through the bay, slinking between ship and crates as silent as a cloud in the sky. Eventually he finds them. They are all standing in a clearing between a cul-de-sac of cargo ships. The target is paranoid, looking every-which direction he can fathom danger approaching from. The men surrounding him are just as on-edge, their eyes tracing the shadows in expectation of some big bad to come springing out of the darkness and start shredding them to pieces.

Garo reaches into his coat, pulling out his last EMP grenade. As he primes it, he looks to the ship containing the oh-so-precious cargo, and takes a moment to judge the distance. He stands, rears back, and hucks it straight into the entrance of the ship. It explodes in a pulse of blue light, and as it fades, so do the lights in the ship.

Garo steps out from the shadows, a casual strut echoing boot steps across cold durasteel.

"I told you back in that bar, my friend..."

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye Garos' pistols are drawn, one pointed to the closest guard, the other at the target.

"...I'll hunt you to the ends of the galaxy. There's nowhere you can go that I won't find you. As for your boys- tell them squeezing those triggers would be a big mistake. A lot of people are going to be dead before it's all said and done."

a puff of cigarette smoke splits the air between the group and Garo- who is smiling like a kid at a theme park.

Groushh

 

[Groushh]

Groushh nodded slowly. It was no surprise to him this decision and quite frankly, Groushh was happy with this decision. At the least he was consistent in his behavior. Consistansy makes you predictable and that, Groushh liked.

So therefore he quickly sliced the door open for both of them to enter, but that was also the part, theire ways would sepperate. While Garo went in to confront, Groushh closed his poncho and melted with the shadows of the port. Due to the nature of material that were used in crafting the poncho, it made him harder to detect in the shadows.

Slowly but surely, he managed to advance towards the control room until he arrived at the door to the security room which was guarded by one individual. Groushh kept running around the wall until he saw a pipe on the left. He climbed up immediately and yet without making any noise. Luckily for him the pipe was going right above the guards position until it disappeared into a wall. So Groushh kept going until he was above the Guard. Swiftly he took out his vibroblade and helt it in one hand while holding onto the pipe with his free one until he got the confidence and just let go.

He fell right onto the guard ramming his blade right into upper right part of his neck and holding his mouth with his other hand. The guard was trying to get rid of Groushh but the pain was too much until the guard just stopped moving. To not raise awareness, Groushh slowly put the body to the ground.

A quick loot of his body revealed the key card to the control room. He took it and quickly went to the door, where his ears were picking up sound from within the port.

""I told you back in that bar, my friend...""

He heard Garo saying. He was already confronting them. Time was running. Quickly the door opened and Groushh ran up towards the center console. Out of his infiltrator glove a droid connector shot out, which he immediately rammed inside the port and started slicing. Since this was coruscant, and without a doubt a official landing port from the governement Groushh used the experience he had in previous missions to easily slice into the system. Advantage if you don't have an alliance, you get to infiltrate every faction and steall access DATA. Quickly he was inside the system.

To help Garo and make his thread of following the target to the end of the galaxy more scary and serious, suddendly the lights all over the port went down, followd by the red alarm lights and the warning alarm that indicates the closure of the landing port.

From everywhere one could see all the entrances for vessels were closing in. Guess now it was a free for all. Everything was dark except the cornering red lights of the alarms that alluminated a few meters of room.

Groushh tapped a few times on his vambrace and established a remote control access as well as small little backdoor access(you never know when this could come in handy).

 

[Garo Walduel]

Almost as if on cue, the lights begin to fade, and in their place- an ominous slow pulsing of red emergency lights brighten and darken the landing bay. Almost keeping pace with the rising and falling of any one of their chests soaking up and squeezing out those adrenaline-fueled breaths. Garo begins to laugh at the timing- only further cementing the fear this bounty hunting pair were instilling within this groups' very nervous system. Suddenly, inba triumphant act of bravery, one of the guards pulls the trigger, and the bolt slams into Garos' shoulder. He winces, and in that motion swings his other arm around and pops his attacker in the eye, scorching a hole from front to back through his head.

Then, the red lights seemed a little less significant...

Hues of blue, green, and red begin flying in each others' direction, cutting through the darkness with light speed. Crates are chewed through in seconds, ratchet belts are severed and send securely-packed cargo exploding along the floor. Ship hydraulics and panels are rendered little more than scrap-

there is little space Garo can currently move right now without getting gunned down, but yet his smile remains strong. As he looks for options, he spots a cart with various crates and boxes on top. He makes a dive for it, scattering around to the safe side and taking a few rapid breaths to contain himself.

He gets onto his knees, his hands on the cart and ready to push. As soon as he hears a withdrawal in the barrage of bolts accosting him- he digs his feet into the cold metal and pushes off with all of his might. As the cart picks up, he takes his secondary blaster in his hand, and as he pushes up to a guards' position- he fires thrice, leaving the man wallowing in a rather loud display of death. He closes in on another towards his right, two shots connecting to the guards' cheek and throat.

However as Garo pushes, his mobile cover only shrinks from the damage it takes... Though on the other hand- if he's counting right, there should only be one more guard with the target. At least in the immediate area. So why are there so many blaster bolts smacking his cover?

A rotary blaster...

Every half-second another bolt is impacting Garos' cover, melting the metal crate into a hot orange magma more and more.

"Gaaaahh..!"

He growls in frustration, frantically looking for his next move. Nothing is coming to mind... No matter where he looks, no solution is forming itself into any type of tangible plan...

That's it! Who needs a tangible plan?

Garo stands, blocking his face and neck with his metal arm, the other extending to aim and shoot. In the repositioning, the targets' guard had his recoil get the better of him, and skew his shots. Only a few hit Garo, a couple into his torso, and a few more tearing the false skin off the metal arm shielding his face. Still, under the pain of the shots, and the force jerking him here-and-there from the impacts, Garo sends a shot flying into the guards' gut, dropping him quickly.

Through the blast marks, the inner metallic workings of Garo can be seen. His artificial replacements, the sub-dermal armor plating he has systematically placed throughout his body, (though thin it may be, it still helps,) all covered by a synthetic skin. He looks like some animatronic monster given the damage and scorching plastering his person, and in that state- he begins to encroach upon the target.

"Should have just sat and chatted, friend. Now you got all these people killed just so you can die anyway."

He raises his blaster, pressing it deeply into the targets' jugular, checking over his shoulders for any other guards.

"You an' me gonna' wait for my associate to finish ridding this place of any other vermin. Get up, get into cover. If you so much as blink a CODE to any more of your boys, I'll kill you and figure out how that key works myself."

Groushh

 

[Groushh]

When the blaster fires began, Groushh quickly left the control room but was greeted by the two guards who were alared. Withouth even warning or shouting both of them began firing as well, so Groushh quickly sidestepped into the shadows that were covered even more ground now. The guards tried following his steps and kept shooting until both of their blaster pistols overheated. For a moment there was only the background fire to hear as the guards were looking around. Then suddendly, below them as quick as ever Groushh appeared. With an elegant turn he touched one of the guards and activating his shock glove. This made the Guard instantly loose consciousness and fall down.

To keep the momentum Groushh used a kick upwards to hit the other guards jaw. The guards stumbled a few steps backwards to process the situation, but Groushh was already quicker and with a quickdraw one precise blaster came out of his blaster burning it's way trough the left eyesocket of the guard and killing it with it.

Now he was done too. After walking a bit, Groushh made his way to Garo.

"dra.tok dra."
[Efficient. You reduced the problems]

He looked at Garo then towards the target.

[Entrycodes to the vessel. Now.]
This war was definetly overheard. Now it was just a question of time when the authorities would arrive.
[More time wasted here, less time we have to escape to what comes next]

 

[Garo Walduel]

Garo glances at Groushh out of the corner of his eye, quickly snapping back to the target currently downwind of the barrel of his blaster. That same twisted, crooked grin is etched along the details of his face as the pair of them converge on their prey, cornering him like some pathetic womprat. Despite their earlier differences, Garo has quickly learned the efficiency in wwhich Groushh works. It is impressive to say the least.

"Ahhh- Look at that...Seems your money wasn't enough in the end after all, eh?"

"Please! I give you what you want! Jabba kill me anyway, just let me go!"

The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out an access key, attatched to a thin leather strap. The key dangles from his shaking fist by said strap between himself and his two pursuers-turned-captors. Garo steps froward and snatches it out of his hand, the barrel of his gun jamming harshly into the targets' forehead.

"Hope ya' don't mind, friend- BUt we're gonna' keep you around until we know for sure that this thing works. Then we decide what to do with you. Hope you aren't smuggling slaves. Because I sure won't be opposed to leaving your name out of the official reports, if you get me..."

The target nods frantically, and whimpers as Garo forces him from his knees to his feet. By the elbow, Garo yanks him across the landing bay into his ship and throws him up the ramp. At blaster-point, the target is lead into the cockpit of the ship, where Garo grips him by the shoulder and slams him against the wall.

"Got the door, partner? I don't want this karkin' bastard to even think about running off on us."

Garo takes the access key and activates the ship with it, the massive engines roaring to life within the confines of the landing bay. Judging by the look on his face, anyone could tell Garo was nothing if not surprised, he was expecting a bum key... But of course, the ease of this venture was not increased. In fact, quite the opposite.

As they all begin to settle in their seats, the far bay doors begin to slowly creep open, and as soon as they are wide enough splayed from one another, armed men begin to flood through the crack. Not Stormtroopers, these seem like mercenaries. Two-four-eight-sixteen-

The further the doors open, the more and more men come piling into it. Garo swallows a gulp of dry air at the sight...

"Is there another set of doors you can open, or is that our only exit? Because if that's the case, this is about to get hairy."

Groushh

 

[Groushh]

Groushh followed Garo into the ship while paying attention to everything. Up until the cockpit Groushh remained silent, letting Garo take the lead and when he askes about the door, Groushh nodded, took out his blaster and aimed at the target. He kept the blaster close to his belly while aiming.

As the doors opened, Groushh quickly tapped on his vambrace.

[They regained access to the security systems. They have slicers on theire side]

A few additional taps and the upper doors started opening, giving Garo an escape exit.

[Above is the exit. Make it quick.]

Groushh quickly started tapping on the copilot side on the boardcomputer.

[I am activating the rear shields and givie it 10% energie, rest of the energie goes onto throttle.]

As he said that, the blaster fire seemed to have opened on them. Though just rifle fire it could still potentionally be an issue.

[Do you know your way around these parts?]

Groussh asked while continueing tapping onto the boardcomputer.

 

[Garo Walduel]

The question slammed into Garo like some sort of runaway public transport. Does he know his way around these parts- as in the district and sector of space? Yes.

These parts- as in the parts that control the ship, not so much. Garo likes to hold his piloting capabilities close to his chest, wearing the badge with pride and a level of honor, but his experience has never called for him to fly a ship this big before. A long drag is taken from his cigarette as his eyes dance between the controls of the cargo frieghter, and the wave of armed men currently pushing their position.

How hard can it be?

Garo sits in the pilot seat and begins to activate the ships' systems, first the engines, then the power, igniting thrusters- and finally the ship starts to lift off of the floor of the hangar. Blaster bolts start to pelt the ship in piddling little plinks, those that don't bounce off the shield, that is. A light film of sweat begins to form upon Garo's synthetic skin as he eases the ship through the exit in the top of the roof. Now that they are clear of the ground units- there is the air support that may or may not be actively hurdling towards their current location.

As the ship clears the exit, Garo slams the thrusters into full-speed, pressing the trio within back into their seats with the inertia. The Coruscant traffic is heavy... Speeders, ships- just vehicles in general litter the sky-lanes before them in a moving maze of hazardous obstacles. Immediately he starts to twist and barrel the frieghter through traffic, keeping the path of the ship seamless and fluent as he avoids slamming into anything in front of them.

He suddenly inverts the ship, swinging it upside down to overpass a wave of traffic- and slip under another, reverting once they are in the clear. Garo is attempting to climb through this cumbersome ladder of civilization, jerking the ship side to side as he slips gaps and threads needles.

Suddenly, the radar scan shows multiple enemies approaching in much smaller, much faster ships. It's only a matter of whether or not this bounty-hunting duo is enough to keep them at bay. Shots begin to slam into the shield- much more impactful than their grounded counterparts. The frame of the ship rattles violently. Even at full speed- the frieghter is too slow to outrun these other ships, and that much is clear. It's looking like their only choice may be to fight.

"May need you to hop on guns and see to our guests. Something tells me they aren't ready for this party to be over yet."

Another few strikes to the blast shield verberate through the ship, resulting in alarm lights beginning to blare and flash, whomever may be in the cockpit that their life is in danger- as if it weren't already obvious... And with the thickness of this traffic, there is only so fast a ship this big can push through all of it without killing innocents in the process.

What a pickle...


Groushh

 

[Groushh]

As Garo exited the ship, Groushh immediately closed the exit again.

He sighed sharply. Out of exhaustion ? Maybe. It definetly became a short moment to breath out for all of them until Groushh of course experienced Garos flying skills.

Not being the pilot was already nervracking for the Ubese, since he was not in control of the outcome. And having already a pictured image of Garo in his mind, Groushh could only imagine how he would fly. So many vessel that were coming theire way and every single one close calls it for Groushh, he thightened his grip on the armrests of his chair. Visibly on edge Groushh could only be spectator. And when Garo flipped the vessel upside-down you could hear Groushh breathing becoming louder and sharper. Given they were in a bad spot it seemed like Garo knew what he was doing. After this maneuver Groushhs grip lossened, yet while calming down the next problem arrived.

[Try to hold the ship straight]

Groussh advised as he took his blaster out again. A quick click and he set the gun to stun, aimed at the target....

[One variable less]

And shot at him. The target luckily was already sitting so nothing much happened other than him just losing consciousness.

Quickly Groushh rand towards one of the moving stations where he could take a hold of some of the guns of the ship. He quickly established a communication with the cockpit where he spoke to Garo.

{[Youre flying is good. Keep it steady.]}
Getting a compliment from Groushh was rare. But given the situation the flying was indeed good.

Groushh quickly grabbed the sticks for controlling the gun and aimed towards the enemies. Since Groushh does not really value other life, he just commenced shooting without taking into account of the civilians. Many shots missed so the blaster went straight onto civilian ships that crashed or were loosing control. A whole histeria on the ground was beginning as the first vessel ran right into a bar on the ground.

Groushh focsued and shot down 2 enemie vessels. Both of the enemie vesseln went down. In the background honking was heard from the oncoming traffic vessels. Surely the local police must have been alarmed by now.

Aiming was hard but he somehow managed, though this wasn't his strongsuit, shooting with a stationary gun of a ship.

{[More steady]} He encouraged Garo via comlink.

Garo Walduel

 

[Garo Walduel]

Suddenly, the frieghter starts rattling as Groushh begins firing the weapons. He watches the screens feeding outside visuals to the cockpit, witnessing the stray blasts from their boosted ship fly wrecklessly into civillian ships. Garo groans and his face twists into a scowl. It isn't that he values life or anything- hell, nobody ever valued his. It is more-so that the Empire will be piling paperwork on top of him if and when they find out that he had anything to do with this. Keep him legally not a murderer, and all that. Or at least, keep tabs on how much of a psychopath he is developing into.

As Groushh requests for the ship to be held more steady, Garo laughs out loud. One, sharply high laugh. Above them, is a sea of traffic, in front of them, is an ocean of buildings, below them is a bumpy seabed of vehicles- and behind them are trined killers out for their blood, whether they destroy the frieghter and its cargo or not seeming to not be too big of an issue for them at this point.

"Easier said than done, friend- but I'll try!"

Garo replies, shouting through the system back to Groushh. As the blasts pelt the shield of the frieghter more and more, the shield becomes coser to depleting, given the amount of power put into the thrusters. Garo growls, thinking of a solution to their multi-faceted problem.

"I got an idea! May not like it- but it's all I got. I can revert the shield power to the front, and push through the speeders to get us out of the atmosphere, the only problem is that our rear would be open-season! You'd have to be a hell of a shot, because we wouldn't have long until we're ripped open- but if I keep going the way I am to let you have a clear shot, the shields are done for soon anyway!"

Garo doesn't even wait for Groushh to respond, he simply puts his plan into action, reaching over to the power converter and switching the power to the shields- to the front. As soon as the systems read green at the front, Garo pulls up and starts pushing through the traffic of Coruscant, shoving aside the rich and cruel to make way for their great escape. Metal crashes against metal, speeders fly to the side, some falling miles and miles to the underbelly of Coruscant to puff-up into a tiny little ball of flame in their perspectives.

Gods the paperwork...

"How we coming with those bogeys, partner?!"

Garo shouts, recoiling as the ship begins to thrash about like it was experiencing its own private little earthquake. The volley of blaster fire that begins to slam into the back of their ship immediately starts to eat through the back of the ship, but thankfully nothing vital has been struck so far...

Hopefully Groushh will be able to gun them down, and they can make their escape into the outer void of space and breathe for a moment at least before making the delivery.

A peaceful flight would be nice, given the recent events of the day- But for now, the task at hand is a little more absorbing.

 

[Groushh]

Theme: Action theme

Given that Groushh was already trying his best, he himself had not other idea left how to get out of here.
Before Groushh could answer Garo was already setting his plan in motion, which in that case was not needed of a validation therefore.

Groushh focused. Insteat of spamming the mounted gun, he focused hard and waited on his screen for the perfect moment when Vessel and crossair were in synch to release one precise shot.

To his surprise this was the better move. His first shot was an instant hit. The vessel went down crashing into the pedestriant streets, flames errupted from the crashside and civilians were running around in panic.

He continued shooting calmly and reported back

[I'll handle.]

He reported calmly into the comlink.

Grip thigh on the steering wheel, green beams passing his eyesight, Groussh shot down every vessel one by one until none were left. A sigh of relieve came out of him, though the constant shaking of the vessel due to Garos ramming gave no indication whatsoever that this rodeo was done.

[Targets are down. Proceed with your plan as you please............Partner]

Since the freighter was ramming, Groushh remained on his seat until everything was done and Garo gave the confirmation that we were trough.


Garo Walduel