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Cowboy Bebop [Merchant Fleet]

Kairon grimaced as he looked in the direction Narasa was looking. "We could do," he said, silently enjoying the compliment on his negotiations. "But it would have to be close to the hour.

"I liked Robb's notion of either catching them refuelling or sending them down a side road, but nothing obvious strikes me. I'm still hopeful they'll stop off and grab some food and drink at least, and stay the night at best. I'd rather not tip them off early."

Idly rubbing his chin, he wondered where
[member="Robb Killian"] and [member="Damien Mercer"] had gone. "Maybe we should check on the others and go and scope out the refuelling station?"

[member="Narasa Kelori"]
 
Location: Jadestown: A side street near the bar.

Robb leaned back against the rented speederbike and crossed his arms over his chest. It had been two days since he'd pinged a few of his old comrades with the job offer, yet so far his contact was a no-show.

A few locals had stumbled their way through the side street not long ago. All three had been armed, and all three had been drunk; a bad combination. Fortunately nothing had come of their passing through, but it had it only fed Robb's growing paranoia that the enemy could have agents stationed at a crossroads like this one.

The spacer kicked a nearby pebble through the dirt with the toe of his boot, while nervously tapping his fingers across his bicep. Robb was running out of time, and if he didn't make contact with [member="Kairon Rees"] and the others soon he was afraid he would miss out on the party. "Come on," he said quietly. "Where are you?"

[member="Korin Undoli"]
 
Narasa nodded concurrence with Kairon's voiced thoughts. She, too, preferred the idea of not doing this on a main road, but, if she were moving precious cargo and there were a roadblock or convenient accident, her hackles would rise immediately and she’d be looking over her shoulder for the rest of the trip. She had to assume these soldiers would be the same. If only there were a believable way to get them off the beaten track, to get the job done quickly and get out before reinforcements could be called. Narasa preferred not hanging around; the longer they had to pretend to be inconspicuous, the more conspicuous they would become. No one hung around a place like Jadestown unless they had business-- which they no longer did-- or they were on the lower rung of society and tended to spend all of their time drunk in places like these-- which they clearly didn't. They would eventually draw attention to themselves. Narasa wasn't so sure their target would have advance spies looking out for trouble, but merchants and smugglers-- all of their merry little band, in other words-- didn't live long without a general sense of paranoia. Better safe than sorry and all of that.

"I haven't seen either of 'em at all." She scanned the road for signs of friendly faces, but found none. "I'm all for ambling by the refueling station." As they began heading for the stairs, Narasa added, "Think the others checked in with Mal?"

[member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Malia Afredane"] [member="Rusty"] [member="Robb Killian"] [member="Damien Mercer"]
 
"Well, everyone processes things differently. Ones this bad are few and far between. Or at least that's what I tell myself."

With the application of enough water, a halfway decent burger, and a little hair of the dog, Mal started to feel slightly less dead. The painkillers were helping too, and between it all, she and Rusty settled into a friendly game of what looked like pazaak. Some chips were exchanged but they were just for show. Pazaak was not Mal's favored pasttime but it would do in a pinch and she certainly didn't need to be encouraged to start playing sabacc and blow the whole job when she can't be arsed to get up from the table.

Best to stick to something simple where her fingers would survive the night.

"How much longer?"

[member="Narasa Kelori"] [member='Rusty'] [member='Kairon Rees'] [member="Robb Killian"]
 
[member="Narasa Kelori"]

"Robb said something about meeting a contact and an old friend," Kairon replied with a shrug. "Let's go see if the refuelling station presents any opportunities."

He headed back down the staircase with Narasa. Mal and Rusty were busy throwing down some cards. They were trying not to appear as a large group to avoid suspicion, so he managed to hold himself to half a wink in their direction. The muscles on Rusty's HRD had muscles. It was as if a blind man had been given a description of man and roughly carved it out of stone. And then taken that carving and used it to beat a lump of iron into the shape of a man. The damn thing had a jaw that could be used to break down walls.

They took the airspeeder round to the fuelling station. A blaster fight around a fuelling station was reasonably safe, it wasn't like the fossil fuel days. There wouldn't be much room for them to manoeuvre or make a rapid escape in their lightly armoured landspeeders.

"Thoughts?" he asked as he refuelled their rented speeder.
 

Rusty

Purveyor of Fine Weaponry
Rusty checked his chrono.

"Looks like about three hours," he said. He still wasn't 100 percent, but he was at least feeling human again.

Oh, the irony.

It was clear that, while pazaak might not have been the Captain's favorite game, she was a lot better at it. Rusty was getting his tail whipped up one end and down the other, to the point that a few more hands and he'd likely be out of chips. The Captain's gambling problem was never a lack of technical proficiency, she just didn't know when to stop. He suspected she could make a living at it if she ever learned when to walk away.

He, on the other hand, was all about the math. If she bet high and he had a low probability hand, he'd fold. If she bet low and tried to sucker him in when he had a half decent hand, he'd take the bait and end up paying far more than he should have.

This was nothing new. When they first met, they had spent countless hours playing all sorts of card games, mostly while waiting for the repairs to get finished on the Wicked Grace for whatever mishap had befallen it. They didn't even have to really think about what they were doing at this point. It gave them an excuse to be together and converse in low, hushed voices. No one liked to interfere in a card game, especially when it looked like the big guy was getting hustled.

"Figure another hour and a half before we have to head out to the AO. After this next hand, I'm going to go get cleaned up and dress for the occasion."

If there was one guilty pleasure Rusty had concerning the HRD, it was the occasional liaisons with his shapeshifter friend. If he was allowed two vices, the second would be the shower. He loved the feeling of the hot water against his skin and the squeaky clean feeling after. He knew better than to waste time unnecessarily, but if he was going to risk getting fragged and losing his shiny new body today, he was going to have one more shower beforehand. Besides, the effort of sweating out the alcohol had left him smelly, he reasoned, and poor hygiene might give away their position to sufficiently advanced sensors.

[member="Narasa Kelori"] [member="Malia Afredane"] [member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Robb Killian"]
 
"You know I'm going to say what you're thinking, for the most part," Narasa replied, leaning back in the speeder seat rather than getting out to wander around. "If we stay mobile and box them in here, it wouldn't be a bad option." Her eyes scanned local cover and the surrounding buildings. "Limited as they would be, we would have our limitations, too." She nodded at the burly looking man guarding a door across the way, and he eyed her suspiciously. Narasa returned her green gaze to [member="Kairon Rees"].

"There's some options for cover to prevent us or our rides from getting pinged by their fire, but probably not enough. I see one good and one decent vantage point up high, if I can get past our friend over there. It's not a guarantee, but I can try to find a way around if necessary."

Narasa could just have had him drop her off with the airspeeder, but they wanted to be unobtrusive. She just had the sense that if they were all on one level with nothing more than the element of surprise things might not go exactly as planned.

[member="Malia Afredane"] [member="Robb Killian"] [member="Rusty"]
 

Jyakod Ozen

Smuggler, booze hound, jerk
The Ark of the Revenant, a highly modified Corellian YT-1760 light transport ship, touched down on one of the refueling station platforms. The plan had been to come in separate from the others so as to try and blend in a bit rather than arriving en masse. As Jyakod powered down the engines, he saw Kairon Rees, the man who had hired him, and several others. "What luck," he murmured, hitting the switch to open the side door and lower the boarding ramp.

Jyakod's job would be to sit in his freighter until the goods were obtained, and then to get them as quickly and quietly off-planet as possible. This was good for him, because he loved flying but hated firefights. It was one of the reasons he rarely dealt in slaves: too many people with too many problems. Data, medicine, especially bacta, specialty food and drink, that was where he felt most comfortable. Unfortunately it was also where the creds were thinnest. While it might be in the smuggler's comfort zone to smuggle 18 crates of black-market Ojom caviar, those types of runs were few and far between, and a man had to eat.

Flipping up the collar on his long brown duster, Jyakod Ozen descended the boarding ramp and approached Rees.

"So far so good?" he asked, his eyes scanning their surroundings for any sign of trouble.
 
[member="Malia Afredane"]
[member="Rusty"]
[member="Narasa Kelori"]
[member="Jyakod Ozen"]
[member="Robb Killian"]

OOC/ let's get this rolling!

"Yeah we're good," Kairon said to the newcomer. Just got to nail down the details before our friends turn up. Going to head off to meet the others," he explained.

It was a chance encounter that finalised their plans. A friendly drunk was all too happy to mention the regular convoy and the rude manner with which the guards treated the locals. Apparently they typically dropped off two guards to pick up supplies and order food, whilst the others took the armoured land speeders for resupply. That sealed the plan and it was decided to hit them at the refuelling station.

An hour later and the two vehicles entered the town, kicking up a billowing cloud of fist in their wake. Kairon nodded as a voice in his ear told them the vehicles had been spotted. Eight burly humans wearing commercial body armour rode in the speeders, forgoing their typical white plastoid armour to blend in.

As expected, they dropped off two members to pick up some food, whilst the others headed for the refuelling station.

"Alright guys," Kairon said into his comm unit. "Let's be bad guys." As he saw the vehicles slow down, he stepped behind the main forecourt building and slid his favoured scatterblaster out of a case.

Narasa had hopefully found a high spot, Rusty a decent place to put down some heavy firepower. Jyakod was probably nearby with his head down ready to load the stolen cargo. There was a quiet hum as his blaster powered up and he waited for the soldiers to disembark.
 
Robb waited in that side street for another hour before giving up, Korin was a no-show. Disappointed, Robb mounted his speederbike and kicked it into gear before speeding off toward the refueling station. The spacer was about two minutes out when Kairon's voice crackled over the comm:

"Alright guys. . .let's be bad guys."

Ah, the magic words.

Robb idled his speeder in an alley down the road from the refueling station. Robb unclipped the clasp on his holster and removed one of the cryoban grenades from its slot on his bandolier. Robb gripped the speeder's throttle loosely with his left hand, leaving room for the grenade's handle between his dangling fingers, hoping the stick-grenade appeared to be part of the handle bar. Gripping the remaining handle in his right hand, Robb prepared to move. Cocking his head to side slightly, he spoke into his comm. "Making my approach, now."

The spacer steadied himself; closing his eyes, Robb thought briefly of his friends and family. Taking a deep breath, Robb opened his eyes and rode into the street at an easy pace, slow and steady. Small clouds of dust kicked up behind the speederbike's thrusters as Robb turned onto the main road. He could see the targets down street before him, making their own way up the road. Robb began his approach down the road at a steady pace, flying casual.

[member="Jyakod Ozen"] [member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Narasa Kelori"] [member="Rusty"] [member="Malia Afredane"]
 
Mal was sitting at the counter by herself when the two guards came in. Despite her efforts to the contrary, when she wanted to, Mal could be construed as charming. She had the remnants of a piece of pie on a plate in front of her with a cool cup of caf, but her eyes were seemingly glued to the datapad in her hand, a sabacc game on the screen. She looked like a spacer waiting on her ship, having a bite and killing time. It was her job to make sure these two didn't interrupt the party outside.

The pair of them stopped at the counter as the waitress came over, grumpy and sullen to see them.

"The usual?"

The brunette hulk on the right nodded but the blond closer to Mal had noticed Mal. She looked over as the waitress punched the order in.

"Five minutes."

The pair took a seat as Mal smiled a little in an inviting way. It was silly and felt completely stupid, but the blond was liking what he saw. Mal had changed into a leather halter top and a choker. The dip of the neckline on the top was plunging and her blasters hung low on her hips. She could almost feel the eyes of the one tracing down the curve of her back. Time to lay it on thicker.

"Buy you a caf?" she asked the one, laying the datapad down and turning slightly on the stool. A better view of her assets sparked a hungry look from the nearest one but he was violently elbowed by the bigger one.

"Knock it off."

"Hey kriff you, we got a few minutes." The blond one stood up quickly and grabbed Mal's arm, jerking her off the stool. "I don't drink caf, chippy."

"Pity..." came her reply, as she kneed him hard in the junk. The hulk was on his feet faster than she expected but the blaster on her left was coming out of the holster and it only took a shot at him before he went down, stunned. She hit the blond with one as well. She cuffed them linking their arms together behind their backs in the middle of the floor. She rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck, as she stood up looking at the waitress.

"Check, please."

She sent signal to Rusty through the coms with a couple clicks. Her two were down. 4 more to go.

[member="Robb Killian"] [member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Jyakod Ozen"] [member="Narasa Kelori"] [member="Rusty"]
 
Jarrick came around the corner in his own speeder. He kept it at a walking pace, pretending to slow up as he approached the refuelling station. With his scatterblaster held low, Kairon walked beside it, getting closer for his first shot.

He kept his expression nonchalant, but out of the corner of his eyes he saw one of the troopers watching him suspiciously. Damn.

At his subtle hand signal, Jarrick stopped the speeder. In one smooth motion he brought his scatterblaster up and braced himself on the roof of the vehicle. Hawkeyes had started moving the moment the airspeeder came to a halt. Kairon was too slow to catch him, instead taking out the two nearest soldiers by catching them in the same cone of stun bolts.

The roof mount of the speeder Hawkeyes had leapt back into swung open, revealing a heavy autoblaster. A torrent of fire came their way just as Jarrick started to return fire. The pair of them got low and kept behind the frame of their vehicle.

This was exactly the situation they had been trying to avoid. As a string of bolts peppered the speeder they used for cover, its durasteel frame started to heat up to the point they couldn’t even touch it. Kairon tried to get a shot in, but the computer controlled blaster swung his way the moment he showed himself and forced it back down.

“Someone take out that autoblaster!” he shouted.



[member="Robb Killian"] [member="Malia Afredane"] [member="Jyakod Ozen"] [member="Narasa Kelori"] [member="Rusty"]
 

Jyakod Ozen

Smuggler, booze hound, jerk
The Ark of the Revenant was in standby mode, her engines warm but not fully powered up, a refueling line attached but not clamped so that it could be removed with a quick pull. When the firing started, Jyakod considered darting back into the transport and trying to line up a shot from his own ship's cannon, but that wasn't his role in this. His job was to receive the cargo and get it off-planet, and to try and give the appearance of a passive bystander until then. So, with an unfeigned look of grave concern on his unshaven face, the smuggler ducked, pointed, and yelled, "Somebody! Help!"

[member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Robb Killian"] [member="Malia Afredane"] [member="Narasa Kelori"] [member="Rusty"]
 
[member="Jyakod Ozen"] [member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Malia Afredane"] [member="Robb Killian"] [member="Rusty"]

Narasa had indeed managed a good roof post, and she had held low while the target got into position. When the fire fight started, she took one quick peek over the edge of the roof, took a breath as she ducked back down, and then rose up to take aim at the guards toward the back of the transport. Her aim was usually accurate and she caught one trooper in the shoulder and arm as he aimed Kairon's way. She adjusted her aim to his friend, but the other man had dragged his companion behind their vehicle; rather than remaining a target, Narasa ducked back down and moved further along the roof's edge for a change of position.

The "helpless" shouting of the "innocent bystander", Jyakod, drifted clearly up to her, and Narasa rolled her eyes.

You karking idiot, Narasa thought humorously before she darted back up to take stock of the situation, her blasters pinning down the two troopers at the back of the vehicle. She didn't have the ordinance to take out the gun, and the operator was safely ensconced in the vehicle. Rusty was their heavy arms guy; that one had to be all his, though Narasa's view of Kairon and Jarrick just before she ducked back out of sight worried her. How much longer is that speeder gonna hold?
 

Rusty

Purveyor of Fine Weaponry
The air was filled with an ommminooousss huuuuuuummmmmmmmm as a seemingly innocuous crate fell apart, revealing Rusty the Shard and his...thing.

It looked like the bastard love child of Gertrude and a heavy ion cannon by way of an E-web. It sounded like high voltage and bad ideas. It sent out a teeth rattling hum that rattled around the sinuses and chest cavity like a powerful bass note, only too low to really be heard. That, however, wasn't what Rusty had his hands on at the moment.

The Shard leveled a simple 12 gauge shotgun at the turret, knowing full well no one would take the scattergun seriously against an armored target.

Their loss.

The AP-12 round came screaming out of the barrel like a mynock out of hell, its rocket engine kicking in after a few feet. It smacked the turret square on, and while the explosion was a bit anticlimactic compared to the racket it made getting there, the turret fell silent.

Rusty threw the 12 gauge to the side and leveled the contraption at the targets.

"GET THE [BLEEP] OUT OF THE WAY!" he shouted, a definite note of panic in his voice.

[member="Jyakod Ozen"]
[member="Kairon Rees"]
[member="Malia Afredane"]
[member="Robb Killian"]
[member="Narasa Kelori"]
 
[member="Jyakod Ozen"][member="Kairon Rees"][member="Malia Afredane"][member="Robb Killian"][member="Rusty"]

The explosion made Narasa duck and shield her head, an effective array of curses running through her mind. She had worked with Rusty before, so she should have been expecting it, but somehow it was always a surprise when he broke out some innocuous-looking weapon that had amplified capabilities. She kept her head down, knowing he could handle it, until she heard what she thought was Rusty except... Rusty didn't panic. Narasa's head popped up again like a carnival game and her eyes widened at the turret he was positioned behind.

Oh shab!

Narasa was well out of the way of Rusty's target, but she hoped her allies moved fast enough. Unafraid of taking fire now, the Zabrak took a few pot-shots at the troopers behind the vehicle again, just to keep them from being an issue when the others beat a hasty retreat.
 
Robb's eyes shot wide as the turret opened fire on Kairon and Jarrick's position. Karking hell, so much for the stealth mission. Kicking the speederbike into high gear, he accelerated toward the action. He had hardly made it halfway to the targets when a small explosion rocked the nearest speeder, causing the attached turret to cease fire. Huh. Still, a few enemy combatants remained in cover behind their speeders.

Robb slowed his approach as he came upon the scene. Pulling up about 5 meters from the closest speeder's flank. The spacer pulled back hard on the controls at the last minute, turning his bike sharply so as to kick up enough dust and provide a modicum of visual cover. Leaping from the decelerating bike, Robb landed amidst the kicked up dust at a crouch, pausing briefly to abandon his Cryoban grenade amidst the chaos. Finally, Robb drew his drew his pistol with his free hand, shifted his weight onto his heels until he heard a metallic click, leaned forward, and let his boot's thrusters do the rest.

Robb cleared the thinning dust cloud with his weapon raised, unleashing three rounds from his slug-thrower at the nearest combatant. The first ricocheted off the speeder's hull with metallic clang, while the second and third found its intended target's shoulder and neck, resulting in a spray of blood just as Robb's thruster's gave out.

Landing with a clumsy roll, Robb's momentum carried him further than intended as he stumbled amidst the enemy and, crashing against the speeder, finally coming to rest atop the man he'd just shot. Robb grabbed the enemy beneath him and pulled his body between himself and the rest of the enemy to absorb their fire. This meat shield won't do much for long at this range. Robb fired his remaining three shots out from around his minimal cover, but the position he'd gotten himself in was a little too precarious for him to salvage alone. Desperate, Robb called out for help through his comm. "A little help here, guys!"

[member="Narasa Kelori"] [member="Rusty"] [member="Jyakod Ozen"] [member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Malia Afredane"]
 

Jyakod Ozen

Smuggler, booze hound, jerk
It was all turning to chaos, but that actually worked in Jyakod's favor. In all the dust and running, yelling and shooting, no one noticed the smuggler raise his blaster and squeeze off three quick shots. The first one went high, the second wide and to the left, but the third struck one of Robb Killian's assailant's square in the chest, knocking her flat and insensate.

That was when the second shot, the one that had gone wide, struck the speeder fuel that had leaked from the tank ruptured in the firefight and burst into a quickly-widening river of flame.

[member="Robb Killian"] [member="Narasa Kelori"] [member="Rusty"] [member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Malia Afredane"]
 
[member="Narasa Kelori"]
[member="Rusty"]
[member="Robb Killian"]
[member="Robb Killian"]
[member="Jyakod Ozen"]

Kairon's eyes went wide. "Is that an artillery piece?" he shouted incredulously.

"How many frakking times?" Jarrick screamed back over the din of battle. "If it's direct fire it's a cannon!"

"Run away?"

"Yes karking run away!"

The pair turned and sprinted back towards a nearby building with an open door. With the autoblaster down they were relatively unhindered, but Kairon still grimaced as he ran, fearful of a stray blaster bolt to the back to being everything to an end.

"Robb just get down! Rusty, fire that dawned thing!"
 

Rusty

Purveyor of Fine Weaponry
Rusty didn't bother yelling again. The capacitors were charged, and if he let them build up any more juice, they would likely blow and kill everyone within a ten block radius.

He yanked the firing lanyard, and all hell broke loose.

On the surface, an ion cannon and a disruptor are two vastly different weapons. One uses discreet packets of ionized particles to short out electronics, while the other used an unstable energy bolt to disrupt the atomic bonds that held molecules together. Ion cannon were generally nonlethal, though getting shot by one was not pleasant, and once you get into capital grade weapons there's pretty much no chance. Disruptors, on the other hand, were invariably lethal, highly illegal, and widely regarded as barbaric.

Combining the two concepts into one coherent weapon should have, by all rights, been impossible. Unfortunately, no one told that to Rusty.

He had experimented several years ago with using harmonics to increase the effectiveness of ion cannon. Though the overall experiment was a failure, he learned that, with enough energy, patience, and space tape, it was possible to set up the same sort of harmonic resonance within the particle beam of an ion cannon that one would typically find in a disruptor beam. The resultant energy discharge didn't so much fry electronics as vaporize them, often with amusingly fatal consequences for anyone nearby.

The results were undeniably effective, but the high cost and the fact that firing destroyed the weapon kept it from being commercially viable.

That said, there were certain missions where the Shard couldn't resist throwing one together. Every time he refined the idea just a little, and today, he had the bright idea to bring two devices, one for each speeder.

Streaks of actinic fire streaked towards the speeders, bathing the surrounding buildings in a harsh, shadowless light. The noise was terrific, like a million bolts of lightning striking all at once. The street was immediately coated with a uniform layer of molecular soot. This time, instead of just shorting out electronics, the weapons would vaporize anything conductive within their targets, including but not limited to the armor, the frames, the drives, and the nervous systems of the pilots.

The desiccated remains of the speeders clattered to the ground, and the thoroughly nonconductive duraplast cargo boxes spilled out.

"That wasn't so bad," Rusty shouted as the twin cannon immediately started smoking and arcing. He killed power, and ran over to Kairon. "What do you think, buddy?"

[member="Kairon Rees"]
[member="Jyakod Ozen"]
[member="Robb Killian"]
[member="Narasa Kelori"]
[member="Malia Afredane"]
 

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