Hijacking Hijinks

[Broorn Sabor]

Here he was, in a small hanger in Tattoine. Yes, it was very, very, very filthy but it was the only place you could go and avoid the law. He scanned the ships, just thinking of the idea of flying away with it tonight. He looked around, large brown cigar in his mouth. He enjoyed the taste of blue spice, all stuffed into one cigar. It was very soothing, at least in his opinion. He removed the cigar, holding it only with two fingers. He let out a grey ring of smoke, chuckling. What a nice night to steal a ship!

@Roth Tillian

 

[Roth Tillian]

Roth glowered at he line of ships in his forsaken hangar. Ancient, the lot of them. As nimble as a bantha with broken legs. None of them were anything he'd want to ship out on. But, he appeared to have of choice. Well, he did. It would simply require staying on this planet. When he set off to see the galaxy, this was not what he had in mind. Did Veino and Jeela seriously like the idea of doing this? Roughing it from place to place, never knowing when they'd be able to fly again? The two were crazy. Not just in love either. Just plain crazy.

He walked up to someone he thought was a Chiss and gave a half-salute. "You don't happen to captain one of these ships and need a crew member would you?"

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[Broorn Sabor]

"A captain? Man, I am busy admiring other ships than to command my own!" He said, inhaling more smoke of the cigar. "You see, these things go for a lot and I mean a lot, in the markets! Smugglers love 'em and so do the merchants", He said, removing the cigar once more. "So, you want a job? I'd be willing to pay you, of course. Maybe nine hundred and fifty credits? Perhaps some spice to sweeten the deal?" He asked, inhaling more smoke of the cigar.

@Roth Tillian

 

[Roth Tillian]

Roth glanced down at the line of ships, frowning. "Admiring these? What for? They're pieces of junk. I used to fly one like these and it was a nightmare. Especially their lack of elegance. It's easier to roll a cube than fly these things." He looked over at him, thinking. "Only nine hundred and fifty credits? What for, since these ships aren't yours? And keep the spice. Not my poison of choice."

[member="Broorn Sabor"]

 

[Broorn Sabor]

He nodded several times, inhaling the smoke once more. "Listen, I don't want these things to sell 'em whole! You steal 'em, take 'em to a buyer, and scrap 'em! Those parts sell better than the ship, I can tell you that", He said, resting the cigar back onto his lips. "How 'bout eleven hundred credits? Fair price?" He asked, his eyes lighting up the dark hangar.

@Roth Tillian

 

[Roth Tillian]

Roth stiffened. Help steal a ship? That was.....well, criminal. Also,unethical and immoral, and to a pilot like Roth, the worst thing one could do to someone. Stealing one's ship was the same as stealing one's soul. The two were intrinsically connected. One revealed the other, they were extensions. He shook his head.

"No. I won't help or stand by and let you steal a ship. That's crossing a line that can't be crossed." He looked around, frowning. "If this planet had anything for security, I'd contact them, but it doesn't. So I'll just suggest you back off this scheme of yours and go somewhere far away."

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[Broorn Sabor]

"Man, all you smugglers or...I assume your some kind of smuggler, are too tough to convince. I mean, I can usaully can convince ya pilots but you are diffrent. Listen to me, these ships don't belong to pilots, aight? They belong to the hangar, you know? All we're doing is clearing space for 'em, you know?" He asked, inhaling more smoke from the spice filled cigar. "Come on, what can I do to convince you?" He asked, grinning.

 

[Roth Tillian]

Roth's face went hard and cold as space itself. He leaned forward, waving the smoke away, and jabbed a finger at [member="Broorn Sabor"]'s chest. "Let me explain to you what I am. I am the nightmare that haunts the dreams of your type. More folks than you have tried to sway me to their side. Why? Because I'm one of the best starfighter pilots in the galaxy. Know what happened to them? They're space dust now, compressed and flash frozen by the vacuum I let into their ships." He stepped back. "Like I said, I suggest you back off from this scheme of yours and leave town.The planet, if you can manage it."

[member="Broorn Sabor"]

 

[Broorn Sabor]

"Man, you fethers are tough to break!" He said, ignoring the jab from @Roth Tillian. "You see, you don't frighten me. I offer you money to do this and you turn me down! Why is that? You even said it yourself, the ships are "junk". Is that famaliar?" He asked, blowing another smoke ring out. "Your attempts at frightening me are...very, very, very...gimmie a word. Uh...pathetic! Yes, that is the word, pathetic", He said, keeping his gaze upon the pilot.

 

[Roth Tillian]

Roth shrugged, not really caring. "Junk ships or not, a ship is a pilot's soul. You wouldn't understand that, I reckon." He tapped his fingers along his holster. This could convince him. Or not. Unless he just shot him. The thought made him cringe though. That was no different than stealing the ships. Of course, there was the lightsaber. That could be very convincing. Or it could attract unwanted attention. "There's a brotherhood among pilots, and stealing it crosses the uncrossable line." He could try and use an illusion of course. Or a mind trick, but he had a suspicion that a mind trick wouldn't work on this one.

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[Broorn Sabor]

"Uncrossable line? Man, you pilots even got a cute little group? That is so sweet!" He said, sarcasam full in his voice. "Please, spare me of this speech. Tell me, you want the job or not? Imma takin' a ship either way, you'll just get paid for it", He said, taking another puff of the cigar. "Listen, I've been smokin' spice all night. I am very, very, very calm at the moment and I'd like to keep it that way", He declared.

 

[Roth Tillian]

"No, I do not want the job. I believe I already made that clear." Roth kept his face impassive,focusing now on controlling the cold fury that was simmering. He didn't typically get stoked up about things, but ship stealing? That crossed a line, and he wouldn't stand for it anymore than he would for clipping a bird's wings, as that was essentially what stealing a ship was. Removing the ability to fly from those who were meant to fly. Plus, having been grounded a few times he would not do that to another pilot,

"I'm also very,very calm right now," he matched the sarcasm, "And I would also prefer to stay that way."

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[Broorn Sabor]

"Come on, you going to do that...wait! Lemme say it, your gonna give me that threat I get at every space port. W-what is it, it is like...uh...oh, "You'll be fething sorry! I'll have you on your knees, begging for mercy!" That is what they always say", He said, chuckling loudly. He took another puff of the cigar, slowly clearing his throat. "Listen, I ain't doin' no harm", He said, slowly pulling himself off of the supply crate he was seated on. He removed the cigar, holding it in two fingers, still grinning. "Come on, that all you smugglers got? Threats?" He asked, his grin so wide that it threatened to split his face in two.

 

[Roth Tillian]

Ron considered for a moment and then smiled. It was a small, cold smile, barely visible. He twitched his fingers and both his hands, which were empty an eyeblink ago, were now occupied. One hand held a heavy blaster. The other, the unmistakable cylindrical shape of a lightsaber. He tapped a short rhythm on each hilt, still smiling faintly. "I don't make threats."


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[Broorn Sabor]

"Uh-huh", He said, staring at the objects. "You wanna murder me in front of these people? Even though there ain't no police 'ere, you can still get a galactic warrant", He said, jabbing at @Roth Tillian's as Roth had done the same. "You..don't...frighten...me!" He said, removing a thermal detonator from his trench coat. He then activated the detonator, grinning. "Ten seconds, sir", He said.

 

[Roth Tillian]

Roth shrugged, "I was thinking along the lines of maiming, no need for unnecessary deaths just yet. And a galactic warrant from whom? There are more governments in this galaxy than I can count one one hand. I can think of only a few that would be overly bothered, and fortunately, they don't have anyone here as a representative. As for witnesses, they did overhear your plan to steal one of the ships." That had been most of the seconds. Now it was time to call the bluff. "Ten seconds for what? For you to blow yourself to pieces?"

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[Broorn Sabor]

"Yes, ten seconds for me to blow me to pieces...and you", He said, keeping a straight and calm face. "So, don't be foolish, drop the weapons. You want to be killed in the blast too? This can wipe out the entire hangar before you can blink", He said, counting as the detonator ticked away.

 

[Roth Tillian]

"I'm okay with dying." Roth calculated distances and ranges. The hangar would survive mostly intact. The ships would be battered, but probably okay. The people at the far end were out of range. Mostly, it was just them. A game of chicken, each waiting for the other to blink or give in. Sweat trickled down his neck, but he didn't move.

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[Broorn Sabor]

He continued to grin, looking down at the thermal detonator. "Three seconds left", He said, showing no signs of fear. "Pilot, you really think you'll survive this blast?" He asked, keeping his gaze locked onto @Roth Tillian. "Choose wisely or it'll blow us both to oblivion", He said, keeping his stance straight. "Two seconds left", He said once more, still grinning.

 

[Roth Tillian]

Ron continued to tap a cadence on his lightsaber hilt, still smiling faintly, but the rest of his face impassive. Oblivion was not where he would be after dying. He would be one with the Force, which, by all accounts, which was rather nice. Much better than this rock, at least. Where non-Force users went, well, he was still a little fuzzy about that.

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