Skirmish Coruscant Hustle

[Jasper Kai'el]

Coruscant, Underworld
Tags: Aaran Tafo , Iris Arani , Gorba the Hutt , Varm Nul , Koda Fett ​

Jasper hadn't remembered the underworld being this bad. Open gang warfare was not uncommon, but never to this scale. There was nothing about openly targeting civilians that was typical. This was clearly meant to get the attention of the Jedi. Unfortunately, it seemed they were going to have to take the bait. Innocent lives were at stake.

“Focus on getting innocents out of here, then back me up. PDF are on the way, we need to hold on until then."

"Yes, sir," Jasper nodded.

This was meant to be a simple training mission between him and Master Tafo. Now, it seemed to include everyone on the planet. As the blind master leapt from the rooftop they were perched on, Jasper drew his new energy bow, which he had constructed from the base of the one left behind by the Sith he fought with Silas on Panatha. With so many cartel goons running a muck, this seemed to be the perfect time for long-ranged combat.

From there, he quickly scanned the surrounding area, beginning to pick thugs off their speeders. As he did, slowly weeding away the pack, he noticed a speeder with a very familiar person on it. Iris was speeding towards their location, likely having taken note of the armored hutt, driving one-handed with her lightsaber firmly gripped in the other. Somehow, becoming a knight had increased her action-hero skills by ten. Maybe they did need to make a show about her.

"Well," he sighed, "I'm glad it isn't just us..."

Jasper turned to see how Aaran was faring. He had just gone up to confront the armored hutt. Two others were in the vicinity of the gangster, a Duros with breathing tubes and a man in Mandalorian armor, whom he recognized as Koda Fett, a prolific bounty hunter with a tendency for assassinating political leaders. Theoretically, Iris would be there soon to back them up, followed by the PDF. He picked off a few more Consortium speeders before turning to the trio, drawing another energy arrow. He would hold it on the Duros, the least armored of the three. Should they choose to resist arrest, Jasper would let the arrow fly through his shoulder. He kept his guard up, prepared to roll should the man notice him.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Objective 1
Allies: HSC and friends
Enemies: GA and friends
Tags: Iris Arani Jasper Kai'el @anyone I missed (Open to interaction)

Lirka didn't make public appearances too often these days, far too concerned with shadowy brutality outside of peering eyes. But this, how could she miss this? This sort of carnage was a magical thing, a holy thing. And the monstrous creature that was Lirka Ka intended to revel in every moment of it. And with Gorba the Hutt free from his captivity, Lirka had a boss she needed to impress again. And impress she would.

In truth, the massacre the Hutt brought from his sled filled her cold dead heart with a respect she rarely saw in other beings: and at the same time made her regret her rather...meager, speeder choice. What she wouldn't give to have a proper gunship once again: instead Lirka was left darting through the carnage, a blur of metal and the burning plasma of her great-machete, where the Hutt's strikes were a spray, Lirka moved with vicious precision. Her speeder darted past a fleeing civilian vessel, it's engines exploding into flames as her blade sliced through them both, some who sought cover behind what plasacrete of the walkways remained quickly found themselves with heads rolling from their necks after they poked them out.

It felt good to be alive, in Lirka's darting assault she never strayed too far from the Hutt's sled: intending to make her work very much visible to the alien who lined her coffers, after all this time she needed to make sure he still knew she was worth the credits. Though, the arrival of the defenders quickly caught Lirka's eye.

Good, now things could get interesting.

"Jeeedii.."

The words hissed out of her helmet's grill like a hungry predator, and as Aaran Tafo launched his attack against Gorba's speeder , she killed the speed of her craft: watching intently, waiting for her moment to pounce: should the Hutt need it.

 

[Hacks]

Hacks stood by the door, plastic eyes watching the eternal night of 1313 with a sense of relief. This was her home, the concrete jungle. Behind her someone was swearing as a patient squirmed in an operation chair, the poor sod didn't have the creds for the painkillers. She kicked off from the door frame and spun to look in to the tin shack, the tiny ramshackle structure squatting in the shadow of a skybridge high above.

A razorboy was fighting back tears as scalpel met flesh, and a cyberdoc who didn't seem to blink twice at the pain he caused. Plastic sheets flapped in the wind of an open window, brown smears marked old blood stains. She herself had just been inside, a complete but temporary refit of her systems. Following Ilum she had been a husk of her former self, her body destroyed by the Jedi. In time she would flee Coruscant and complete her transition. 'Borg the fuck out, as she called it.

For now Hacks was constantly monitored by SIA, the yoke of their surveillance heavy on her shoulders. An agreement she had made with the Director and Chancellor of the Alliance. Serve them and she got her freedom. So she spent her days here, tuning up old systems and fixing what could be repaired, abandoning what could not.

She flexed new mechanical hands, and tested joints unfamiliar to her systems. A sudden thunderous crash rattled the hut and the cyberdoc swore up a storm as the razorboy shrieked in sudden horror. "Who did that!?" the doc roared and Hacks spun to look out over 1313. In the distance a column of smoke rose.

Blood splashed across the docs face as he fought to control a sliced artery. Hacks stared out over the city, residents were shouting and blasters punctured the eternal night. The screaming behind her was getting louder, but now others were screaming, far away where a ship had crashed, joining the razorboy in a cacophony of terror.

Her plastic eyes grew distant, the sights and sounds fading as an ocean of data splashed over her mind. Her brain implant whirred with activity as it translated the biological to digital, the firing of neurons along pathways converted to coded commands. Her mind was racing across the city now, leaping into unsecured networks and then leaving in a blink.

Then she was in the security system of an apartment adjacent to the crash, cameras under her thrall turned to monitor the commotion. In the fury and chaos she saw him, Koda Fett. "Funny," she whispered to herself without a hint of humour on her tongue. She couldn't recall ever meeting the man, yet she had worked along side him plenty. What the hell are you doing here, she wondered.

Then she saw the others, Gorba and the goons of the Consortium. An opportunity to escape? She thought. No, it was too soon. SIA was like to have a shadow following her every step. The moment she ran for them, to get back to Hutt Space, she would be dead before the thought manifested. She retreated back into the shadow of the shack, back to the screaming razorboy who fought to stay conscious.

"What was it?" the cyberdoc shouted with frustration, eyes focused on applying bacta to the merc on his chair. "Nothing," she said.

 

[Koda Fett]

Portal to the Underworld,
Varm Nul

The helmeted head of the Mandalorian reared over his equally armoured shoulder to observe the other criminal vessel with a lowered ramp, a cadre of filth collected as one. It came closer with each second and in turn, Fett faced the craft with the rest of his frame and raised the gauntlet that then let loose a volley of wrist-mounted missiles into the rear thrusters, left to spark and fizzle as a trail of smoke and spewing flames had seen the ship spin out of control - the assortment of goons that once intended to leap from it were thrown into the endless abyss below.

Just another craft to meet a fiery grave on 1313.

He twirled the carbine lazily, the brief reprieve met for now. Until the intervention of some flock of Jedi, all with their usual nonsense. If only Fett kept tally of all the requested surrenders... Possibly a little excessive. In any case, down on 1313 what jurisdiction to the Jedi have anyways? It was all crime down here, even if that fledgling band of gangsters made efforts to call it all their own. The bounty hunter and his kind thrived down here.

"I doubt it."

It was with the soft tilt of his helmet that the Mandalorian made use of the carbine as if a sidearm and levelled it over the distant Padawan, severel crimson bolts spat forth in a barrage.

Jasper Kai'el Aaran Tafo

 

[Valery Noble]

Coruscant

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Outfit: Factory Link
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Lightsaber
Objective: Portal to the Underworld
Tag: Lyrrin

"We should be getting closer," Valery told Lyrrin, who sat with her in the speeder they had taken to address the groups of thugs going through the streets and across the portal to wreak havoc. It wasn't too often that she found herself going down into Coruscant's depths to deal with its underworld, but after hearing reports about what was happening, she couldn't ignore them. She was already on the planet, and it was a lot more productive than personal training at the Temple.

Her eyes then shifted to her friend again, who she hadn't seen in quite some time but was finally working with again. He was one of her most trustworthy friends, so for him to join her again today was something she looked forward to. "Haven't gotten a chance to say it yet, but I'm glad to see you again Lyrrin. Just would have been nice under better circumstances."

She flashed a smile and turned her gaze back forward, "Keep your eyes open for those gang members. If we can apprehend some, it would help the Alliance learn a lot more about their motives and who is behind all of this exactly."

 

[Lyrrin]

Objective: Portal to the Underworld
Tags: Valery Noble
Gear: QuickShot w/ Saber Darts [5/5] , Model Q2 hold-out blaster pistol, Personal Energy Shield, Life-form Scanner, Scramble Key

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Lyrrin had his arms folded close to his body as he relaxed in the seat next to Valery, he smiled whenever she told him she was happy to see him again "Yeah, its been a bit hasn't it? Things around here haven't gotten easier. Coruscant I mean." Lyrrin turned his head to look at her "Its romantic, really, this speeder ride into the economic abyss of the planet. Waiting until the perfect moment to reunite and for you to express your undying admiration and love- but I'm going to have to decline your advances Val. I'm sorry. What would my mother say if I came home with a Jedi? She'd be over the moons!" after a few seconds his expression changed and he gave her one of his signature smirks and then gave her a nudge with his shoulder in a friendly manner "I'm just teasing Val, she'd think you were a hoax. I know its because you Jedi don't pay your holocomm bills." he put up his fingers into air quotes in a taunting manner "The Force provides. Yeah I'm sure the terminal operators are well compensated with warm fuzzy feelings."

As Lyrrin looked away from Val to gaze out the window of the speeder he caught a glimpse of two swoop bikers throwing what appeared to be flaming objects into buildings and at random denizens of the undercity "That looks promising." he poked the transparisteel with his claw which made a light tink noise as he looked over his shoulder to Valery "You should pull them over and talk to them about the error of their ways." then Lyrrin smiled and closed his eyes gleefully "Or we could smash into them. Your call!"

 

[Varm Nul]

CORUSCANT
LEVEL 1313

PORTAL TO THE UNDERWORLD​

Level 1313 had become a popular place, and quickly.

From the side of the transport, his magno-grip boots keeping him attached, Varm Nul cast his red eyes over the situation. Some Jedi, some other gangster types, and even more unknowns that were attacking everything in sight. Seemed Coruscant was a fairly hostile place, even more than expected, as the Duros disengaged his mag locks and fired up his rocket boots.

"Didn't expect the Jedi to be on us so quick," Varm Nul said through the comlink, to Fett. "You got that kid with the bow? I'll keep the gang transports under control."

The trench coat wearing Duros soared through the expanse above the cavern that was used for transports to descend levels, as he found another local gang armored vessel and angled toward it. This time Varm Nul aimed his gauntlet, which activated the associated wrist-mounted rocket, and watched the small projectile whizz through the air to impact with the driver compartment--

* Ka-BOOM! *

--then the transport began to spin and tumble into the abyss below the battle, as Varm Nul changed direction and angled toward another transport. As he did, he noticed that the armored Hutt - Gorba - seemed to have problems, namely a Jedi in his face, so the Duros activated his comlink:

"Need help, boss?"

Koda Fett | Gorba the Hutt​

 

[Ordan Vosk]

// portal to the underworld​

Consortium: Gorba the Hutt , Koda Fett , Varm Nul , Reave , Lirka Ka
GA: Iris Arani Aaran Tafo Jasper Kai'el Valery Noble Jand Talo Lyrrin

With the 'Repulsor Packs' in their Armor activated the fall from Level 1311 all the way to 1313 wasn't as fast expected. Their was a weightlessness about all the Operators, who despite the high speed of their descent could control their trajectory much more easily than otherwise possible. An advantage also came in the fact that given their vantage point and their access to Consortium Comms they could monitor the situation as it was unfolding quickly.

In a tactical decision Ordan himself would have patched through to the other operators and said...

"Confirmed reports of Jedi involvement. You three remain on target to assist in securing the downed transport, you two with me."

...and just like that the Operators split, the trio continuing on route to their original destination would assist Reave with the transport and any opposition closing on it. Ordan and the two Operators accompanying him would descend over the location where Gorba the Hutt and other Consortium members were engaging responding Jedi and any other local criminal elements.

As they went the order would come over comms....

"Engage camouflage."

...before the three of them became translucent, light bending around them as their Armors Camouflage Systems activated. Optics of the regular, enhanced and night vision variety would be useless in locating them though still showed on the Infrared and Ultraviolet spectrum.

Dropping closer to the action it became easier to make out the enormous Hutt, clad in his Shell Armor and riding on a Repulsor Sled with his bodyguards as well as the forces engaging around them. Enhanced Optics started to pick between friend and foe, designating enemies with crimson rectiles.

A Speeder Bike racing after the Repulsor Sled caught his attention, as did the woman wielding the lightsaber operating it. Signalling for the other two Operators to hold fire Ordan allowed himself to glide closer though still well overhead, maybe so that he could take a more accurate shot at her?

No.

When Ordan came closer he would extend his right arm, activating the repulsor weapon integrated into the vambrace of his armor at the same time and fire it down at her. It was not only that that Iris Arani would have to deal with but the telekinetic blast that accompanied it as Ordan channeled the energy of the force through himself to amplify the weapon he was firing. Like a literal sledgehammer of epic proportions coming down on her Speeder Bikes front end the intent would be to force it down, into the duracrete street, reducing it to scrap while the back end and all its momentum would have hopefully catapulted Iris.

To make matters worse, Ordan would have still been invisible. Somewhere about her and the others.

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Location: Coruscant, Level 1313
Equipment: In Bio
Objective: "Get that bread" $$$
Tunes: X
Tags: Open​

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There was never a shortage of work when it came to Coruscant. Both legitimate and illegitimate. There was always work to be done as a bounty hunter on both sides of the law. Cyran was in a local station for the underworld police having his newly caught “acquisition” processed and receiving payment. But the whole station soon erupted into activity as word spread of some sort of gang war on level 1313.

Waiting for his payment to come through Cyran noticed a number of the ominous and identical looking underworld police rush out the front to respond to the conflict brewing. A figurative lightbulb went on over his head and he got up from his seat and headed into the police station. Making his way to the police chief's office. The secretary tried to halt Cyran’d advance but he just walked past her as if she wasn’t there and opened the door.

The chief looked up at the bounty hunter clad in dark armor, having just spoken with dispatch they put their comms away. “What is a bounty hunter?” They asked with an unwelcoming tone…

Out on the underworld highway, fittingly, there were some highwaymen. Currently in the act of robbing a civilian commercial convoy. Trying to steal what they could and run off as quickly as they came on their speeder bikes, they had their victims held up at gunpoint, ready to open fire if they made any sudden moves.

“Ay boss, you think we could take em to sell at a lower level?” One of the thugs asked their leader. Who approached the two victims. Both of whom were twi’leks.

“Hmm, take the woman, leave the guy, he won’t be worth much.” As they began to separate the two the sudden noise of small rocket thrust approached as Cyran dropped down onto the highway from above on his Jetpack. He’d managed to strike a deal with the local police chief, with a bit of extortionist vocabulary and tone Cyran was able to sweeten said deal.

Eye Cyran as he approached they asked, “What are you doing here, shouldn’t you be getting the spice? Or did you guys already take care of it?” They recklessly questioned. Under his helmet Cyran raised an eyebrow. Was there more to this sudden outburst of gang violence? He needed to learn more from them, but justice would come first.

Drawing both his blaster pistols from their holsters Cyran began blasting away at the thugs. Taking attention away from the pair of Twi’leks. Set to stun, blue energy rings raced out from the barrels of his weapons to meet their targets. The helmet HUD aiding to guide the shots of his akimbo blasters. However, a stay red blaster bolt managed to strike Cyran in the gut, burning through the plastoid plating he wore. Causing his body to recoil from the impact and miss his good shot and hit the gang leader in the legs. Stunning his lower half and making them fall over and drop their weapon.

Inhaling sharply Cyran quickly twirled one of his blasters and holstered it before checking where he’d been shot. The plasma bolt had punched through the plastoid plating, but under where he wore his beskar armorweave it didn’t make it through. Though it would undoubtedly leave a mark for a few days. Stepping closer Cyran watched as the gang leader tried to reach for the blaster on the highway asphalt. Taking aim and switching his blaster to kill, Cyran shot the gangster’s dropped weapon, destroying it.

With his free hand Cyran drew his force pike and activated it. Standing above the thug they looked up at him, angered and anxious. “Y-You son of a-” The man was abruptly cut off as Cyran casually poke them in the tummy with the force pike. Giving them a second of shocking pain.

Looking up to the twi’leks Cyran spoke. “You two should best get going now. East of here is pretty clear of all the chaos going on.” As they acted to remove themselves from the situation Cyran looked back down at the thug and spoke. “Now I only wanna ask this one time. What was it you were saying about spice earlier?”

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

It was chaos at its finest, warfare unhindered! Violent and brutal as nature! With a smile behind her opaque visor she let a content sigh out raising her hands and spreading them out

this is art you know? The destruction, the chaos, the unleashed violence! Ahhh this is where I make home among the fields of warfare

Content with herself she looked as the dead began to rise, zombies moving ans shambling, work of her brother already hard at it. Stopping at the edge of their territory she watched a speeder get hit and started careening towards them. With a raise of her hand she stopped it and tossed it aside

defend our territory! If those scum wish to interrupt our business we will lash out at them! R RAV pick your targets and take them! You shall pull long range support, Jade Solus Skirae you do what you do best but leave civilians out of this, if they seek refuge in our territory let them. Skorvek harass them with their own dead! Let them see the terror of gaining our attention!

She would pause and speak to envy

envy, I see a ship their fighting over, seems crashed, get close tell me if you can see what the cargo is...if it's anything of value I think we shall plunder!

She glanced up in time to watch a speeder bike charging, firing its guns her sabers came to life to block the shots before she ripped it violently from the sky and sliced it in half rider and all

for the family!

Arturo Ivory Stroud Marcella Fiora Mairéad Solus

 

[Valery Noble]

Coruscant

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Outfit: Factory Link
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Lightsaber
Objective: Portal to the Underworld
Tag: Lyrrin

"I know and it makes me wish I had more time to help do something about it," she said, her eyes focused on traffic as they began to approach a more densely packed area. But when he started talking about romantic advances and expressing undying admiration or love, Valery's head slowly turned to her friend, her fiery eyes narrowed into a death glare that only faded when she saw that signature smirk of his.

Her own lips tugged up into a grin, and she began to chuckle, "It really has been too long," she said with a shake of her head. "I hope you've been good, though. Staying out of trouble?" she asked right before he pointed out the first signs of trouble. A pair of swoop bikes were racing down the streets, and their pilots were throwing flaming objects into buildings to set them ablaze. There was no way she could ignore that.

"Hold on tight, I'm going in fast," she said with that sparkle of danger in her eyes that he had probably seen plenty of times before. It always happened whenever she really got excited to go fast or intense with something.

Valery then dipped the nose of their speeder down and moved in for a fast-paced chase, but she did avoid crashing into them. It didn't take long for them to notice, and pistols were being drawn to fire on the Jedi and Agent. "Lyrrin!" she called out, "You got this." While she kept their speeder steady, he could exchange fire or figure out some other way to stop them.

 

[Ragos Terrek]

“You’re not fething serious?” Ragos asked. “With a straight fething face you’re gonna sit there and tell me Jimmy Alpha could beat The Mega Man Bobby Barbarian? Mutha Sucka you fethin crazy. That man would have no chance.”

“Have you seen Jimmy Alpha!” Germaine practically yelled.

“Yes! He fething sucks!” Ragos yelled back. “Dude is all flash, he had no mind for the chit like at all.” Ragos knew what he was talking about, of all the things to question Ragos Terrek on, fighters was not the one. “Let me get that chit.” Ragos said taking the spliff from Germaine and taking a deep long pull and exhaling the soft blue smoke to drift off and mingle with the acrid stink and fumes of level thirteen-thirteen.

Normally Ragos conducted his business a few levels above. Trying to break in down on this level was more of a headache than if he just opened up his spice shop on the surface from a cart outside the senate building but soldiers like Germaine had agreed to leave their old gangs and jump on to his and that at least put his foot in the door. So far things had been so good. He’d had his men and his product down on thirteen-thirteen for a couple weeks and he hadn’t run into any problems. No black sun, no crimson dawn, no fething hutts, chit was smooth. Ragos had come down to collect his credits personally, a move he really shouldn’t have to do but he wanted to show Germaine and his boys that he wasn’t karking around, he was in this chit just as deep as they were and he wasn’t afraid to do the dirt himself.

Germaine opened his mouth to argue some more when off in the distance there was a terrible crash, that must of shaken chit all the way up to the surface of the planet.

“What the kark was that?” Germaine asked.

“Feth if I know but Imma go check that chit out.” Ragos said.

“Ghost, you one crazy mutha sucka.”

“Scared money, don’t make money. Push the chit, make yo credits, and stay alive my dude.”

They two soldiers exchanged a handshake and a hug and Ragos jogged off toward the smoking ruin. He hadn’t gotten very far when he was almost run over by a speeder bike with a familiar face as the pilot. Ragos stood dumbfounded, dressed in all black, long jeanes, long sleeve turtleneck and two gold chains that hung round his neck.

“Watch where youre going.”

Saraiya Darkstar

 

[Reave]

SCATTERED SPICE
Gorba the Hutt Dash Farstar Stardust Solus Skirae Cyran Vaas

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Flint grunted at the firefight in satisfaction. Arrogant Jedi sought 'justice' but the Consortium's Howlrunners were all elite mercenaries. Gorba would buy him enough time. He was closing in on the crash site when a new and horrific threat presented itself. Shambling dead walkers, a gruesome mix of dead cartel thugs and slain civilians.

"Foul sorcery!" he snarled.

Annihilating a zombie with his disruptor pistol, the devaronian easily swung his laser axe one handed cutting down two more. Crushgaunts lent Flint extra strength to batter the mindless creatures aside while his crew unleashed a hail of blaster fire. His axe feasted on shambling corpses, burning through flesh with ease.

"Cut em down, pateesas!" Flint roared when the tide broke, bashing heads together, "Don't let these sleemos reach the spice!"

More pirates drew vibroblades and lascutters. He could see fear in their eyes, a fear of the supernatural he shared, but they feared him more. Flint was driven on by pride and greed. Coruscant must submit for the spice to flow. Desperate pleas and screams of pain buzzed on his comlink. He ignored them. Hutt Space mercenaries were cheap. Kessel spice was not.

 

[Iris Arani]

// portal to the underworld​

The colors shifted. Danger. Not the Hutt.

She hopped up on the seat of her speeder just as the impact hit, launching her from it. Or, perhaps, she launched herself. She jumped, her second blade burning to life in a flash of pink. Right towards the man who'd tried to send her sailing. Invisible to the normal eye. But to a Keshian? He was clear as day. to her eyes. They narrowed in focus as she brought her blade around, carving for the man.

No words. Not for those who'd target civilians. Just the burning edge of her lightsaber.

Ordan Vosk

 

[Ordan Vosk]

// portal to the underworld​

Launched from her Speeder Bike, or perhaps launching herself from it as it was transformed into slag the Jedi came right at him. It was enough to sullen Ordan's features beneath the helm of his armor; he knew what he had to do.

Deactivating the 'Repulsor Pack' that had kept him idling slowly in the air, drifting downwards towards the surface he would enter free fall so that Iris Arani 's arc of ascension would carry her right over him. She'd miss him completely, sailing overhead unless she had a method to change the physics of her trajectory. As for Ordan well he would raise the Blaster Rifle he'd been toting and fire it concordant with her trajectory, hoping the differing of angles might assist him in landing a blow that would otherwise be easier to deflect until....

"Ah shit."

....he made landfall like a heap, collapsing forward on the surface where his impact jarred him and left his bones singing.

It wouldn't take him long to pull himself back together, in fact his armor may have had something to do with that.

To anyone watching, his Camouflage System still active he would have still been invisible to the naked eye though the Jedi engaged had her own method of seeing which circumvented that advantage. He sure knew how to pick them.

As he came back to his feet he'd prime his Blaster Rifle and turn carefully letting the HUD of his armor do most of the work for him rather than the innate 'Spack Magick' that came more instinctively to him.

 

[Iris Arani]

//portal to the underworld​

Jetpacks. Right. Mandalorian? No. They didn't look Mandalorian. At least in the spectrum she could see of them. It was an odd coloring with just the two hues around them. Clear in her eyes, hard to explain to another. She continued forward, her blue saber arching down towards the shots. Not to deflect, but to consume into the Entropite edge just as she had the Hutt's blasters. No deflection, easier defense. A good trade in her opinion, given how little strength she could muster midair.

She landed on a nearby ledge, half scrambling to right herself before impact. Then pushed off. Not towards the one who'd fallen though. She could see he was down for the moment. But there were others.

And he seemed to be targeting her rather than the civilians. Let him chase while she went after the other threats. She didn't realize they were invisible, but she could see them. That same clear difference in color where only the two extra wave lengths could be seen. She raised a hand for one, tugging on the Force as she leapt up. Not to drag them down, but to cut off the very thing keeping them afloat. Take advantage of the chaos of a fall to let her pink saber cut right through.

Then onward. Without the speeder she was going to be slower, but the Hutt was still ahead. Still firing indiscriminately on the crowd. He needed to be stopped.

Ordan Vosk | Gorba the Hutt (Still coming to get you)

 

[Kingsley]

Yula Perl Valery Noble Lyrrin
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"Rrrrawwwk! Outta my way sleemos!"

Kingsley cackled, swerving into traffic as he passed by. He wore thick black racing goggles and his talons struggled to manipulate the swoop's handles. Tossing an occasional thermal detonator overboard the smuggler left a trail of deadly fireworks in his wake. Causing mayhem was a job if anything he was overqualified for.

"Ghost Rider to Big Daddy," he squawked at Gorba the Hutt through his comlink, "Come in, Big Daddy! Rooster in the hen house! Ghost Rider repeats, this bird's got wings!"

With a caw of exultation Kingsley plummeted into a dive. Speeders crashed trying to avoid him, sending debris raining down. He pulled up a little too late, skimming off level 1313 in a shower of sparks and only barely keeping control. Modified jawa blaster in one hand, the smuggler tried to shoot down passing speeders, his terrible aim only wreaking more havoc.

"Just a little more to take the edge off," Kingsley snorted another line of spice through his beak.

His predatory grin turned innocent in wonder as Coruscant's underworld glowed and pulsed around him. It was a gross, physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this galaxy-but only for those with true grit.

 

[Yula Perl]

Yula had been on her way back with the NJO's Pizza Hutt order when all hell broke loose.

A rogue speeder had torn past, haphazardly weaving in and out of the traffic lanes. She'd likely have been sideswiped into an early grave if she hadn't jerked her bike to the side at the last second. Unfortunately, the stack of pizzas and cheesy bread tumbled into the abyss over Coruscant. May they be awarded a Golden Starbird for their sacrifice.

The sudden maneuver had also spilled the Sleemo Shake into her lap, much to Yula's displeasure.

"Rrrrawwwk! Outta my way sleemos!"

Yula's displeasure turned violent. Pizzas forgotten, she kicked the speeder bike into high gear, burning her way towards Kingsley at an illegally modified rate of acceleration.

Holding a second undisturbed Sleemo Shake aloft—the one meant for Dagon—she hurled the frosty drink at the back of Kignsley's ugly head.

"I'M GONNA ROAST YOU ALIVE, FETHER!"

She picked a rogue fry out from the folds of her shirt and gnawed on it with livid fervor.

Kingsley Valery Noble Lyrrin

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Alliance: Iris Arani (dueling Ordan Vosk) | @Aaron Tafo (landed in front of Gorba and tossed a grenade back at him) | @Jasper Kai’el (being chill and not interfering)

Consortium: Koda Fett (blowing things up with a cool wrist rocket) | Varm Nul (also blowing up things with wrist rockets) | @Lira Ka (speeding along next to Gorba’s repulsorsled) | Ordan Vosk (dueling Iris Arani) | Kingsley (causing multi-airspeeder pileups)

Family: Saraiya Darkstar (watching the violence horror from her swoop bike) | Skorvek (smashing a Consortium thug’s speeder’s engines) | Arturo (Angrily watching holofeed)

A figure fell from the sky and landed on one of the catwalks between megatowers criss-crossing the air, just in front of Gorba’s repulsorsled. The figure held out a hand and one of Gorba’s grenades reversed course, sailing straight back at his sled.

“AH!” exclaimed the slug, raising an arm to shield his face.

But he needn’t have worried, a flash a silver blurred in the air and a thrown dagger intercepted the grenade, causing a burst of heat and light and shrapnel that pinged off Gorba’s armor. The Morgukai stood behind Gorba, his hand outstretched after throwing the dagger, his staff clutched in the other hand. It paid to have such Force-wielding minions of his own, thought the Hutt.

“Eh? Ahhh-ohoho,” the Kajidii of Bareesh’s laughter boomed out and his voice came out distorted so that he could not be identified by vocal pattern recognition analysis. “Jeeedai, it should be you who surrenders to us.”

Across his comms, Gorba said, <Kingsley-bird, Varm, deal with this robe-wearing fool.>

He did not order Koda to do anything. Mostly because he did not want to make the bounty hunter mad.

Not one to let the others do ALL the work, Gorba let loose a volley of chain cannon fire toward the Jedi, hoping to overwhelm his defense with the sheer volume of blaster bolts raining toward him.

 

[Lyrrin]

Objective: Portal to the Underworld
Tags: Valery Noble | Kingsley | Yula Perl
Gear: QuickShot w/ Saber Darts [5/5] , Model Q2 hold-out blaster pistol, Personal Energy Shield, Life-form Scanner, Scramble Key

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"Of course I've been good. We're the good guys remember?" he glanced at her then glanced forward "Annnnd that means whatever I do I do it for a good reason and its perfectly legal." he seemed to be connecting the dots of a 'mistruth' and then glanced warily at the Jedi "Sure?"

Lyrrin's left hand gripped at the dashboard as he steadied himself "This is why I should drive!" he commented as Valery took their speeder into a nose dive. The speed caused the fur to pull backwards and his eyes to squint. It was a rather funny look all things considered. The agent drew his holdout blaster from a discrete holster on his hip and pointed it outward towards the ne're-do-wells nearest them as the pair drew closer in their speeder "Woah-woah-woah!" he said in alarm as if him saying these things would make more distance between himself and the gangers who had drawn their blasters at a far too close distance (for his comfortability) "Kriff it!" Lyrrin squeezed off two shots and while the first one hit a ganger in the leg causing him to veer off course the second completely missed its mark "I'm the best. I'm the best." he quietly muttered to himself as if he could will into existence a superiority to get the job done. Just then the ganger who had been focusing on getting a shot off on Lyrrin, the shot impacting the door of the speeder and searing a shallow hole into it, had not been paying attention to the road and in a blur the swoop had been engulfed in a flash of fire. It and its rider had crashed into some form of vehicle. The combined speed of the chase made it nearly impossible to discern in real-time what had happened. Only pictures and reasoning out of what had just transpired gave Lyrrin a clue "Uh... planned that." he turned to Valery as he lowered his shaking hand into his lap with the blaster in his clutches "What is that?" he nodded his head forward to some strange avian creature throwing dets around like they were presents on life day.