Bounty Hutt's Ransom (Open to Bounty Hunters)

[Eliz Krayt]

His image flickered as Isidor Justeene turned a gun on him. The pirate was faster than he expected. Faster than he should be. Was it that Force thing Gwyn had told him about? Didn't matter. Eliz's jetpack was clipped almost immediately as the half Chiss landed on the sand. He hissed in annoyance as his HUD lit up with it's warnings. Chit. The blaring warning was the least of his issues though. Damaged, the jetpack fired off on it's own.

Within seconds he was cartwheeling through the air, his body flung around at high speeds. Anyone else likely would of died from the gravitational force behind it. Eliz? His body could handle it. With hurried grace he used his HUD to detach the pack. Then he fell. Near two stories above the ground he dropped like a sack of potatoes as the jetpack flew off and eventually impacted one of the rock pillars and detonated.

"Chi-" He cut off as he hit the ground, falling silent.

Subject 002 Tarnish | Alora Vizsla | Llorum El'dar

 

[Llorum El'dar]

The Client: Dehurk the Hutt
The Team: Eliz Krayt Alora Vizsla Subject 002 Tarnish
The Target:

Isidor Justeene Pirate Lord
Wanted ALIVE​

Eliz had missed his tackle, he was hit, now he was cartwheeling through the air....
Llorum had told Eliz that he had his back. He tensed his legs as he prepared to swing his rocketboots around and fly after the haywire jetpack. If he maneuvered well, there was a chance he could catch Eliz and disable the pack before he could be injured.

Eyes on the target!

His aunt's voice came unbidden into his mind, loud and harsh. Wincing at his own stupidity, Llorum shot through the air straight at Isidor Justeene . Eliz was wearing beskar. He'd been trained for this kind of accident. But he wouldn't have charged in like an angry nydak if Llorum hadn't made gunplay difficult with that stupid play with the thermal. Shame and anger filled the young vod as his new friend crashed to the dust. This was Llorum's mess. And the young warrior was determined to fix it.

Time for something really stupid.

As he shot towards the Pirate Lord, Llorum's vambraces began to hum in unison. Calling up his overwatcher, he shouted over the commlink, <"Alora, Krayt is down! Request immediate assistance! Engaging Alpha Target!"> From the left arm's shield generator expanded a small-but-dense buckler of blue light, angled to hopefully deflect any riflefire from his enemy. As he arrived at Justeene's vantage point, he came to a short stop, whipping his right arm around to point directly at the man's chest. But his right hand held no blaster. Instead, his personal tractor beam fired full-throttle. With a maximum lift power of around two humanoids, just one pirate would be no problem.

With a grin in his voice he quipped to Isidor "Going up," before blasting from the desert floor, dragging the pirate skyward just a few yards under him.

What to do with him once in the air? Llorum had no idea. But the man wore no thrusters or jets that his HUD could identify. The sky was Llorum's domain, and every second they ascended, the more dangerous a potential fall became. For the both of them.

He looked down at his new passenger as he climbed higher, anger filling him as he thought of Eliz kissing dirt below. He yelled savagely at Justeene, "Aalar mav ekurir!" The pirate may not have spoken Mando'a, but as Llorum dragged him higher and higher into the desert sky, his threat was a universal one.

 

[Subject 002 Tarnish]

Eliz Krayt Isidor Justeene Llorum El'dar Alora Vizsla

The pirates had gathered together, forming up to open fire at Tarnish, concentrating their fire at him. They were clearly desperate, forming together to open up on Tarnish. They were like animals backed into a corner. They were afraid... and they were desperate... terrified of the horror hunting them down. Good, let them cower and die in vain. Their efforts would be for naught.

But then, Tarnish saw, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Eliz, spiraling out of control on his jetpack. He had been hit, and he was going down hard. That couldn't be good... Then, he saw Eliz disengage from his jetpack, high off of the ground, and dropped towards the ground below. With a quick and sudden leap, Tarnish dashed over towards where Eliz fell towards the ground. With inhuman and unnatural speed, he practically flew towards where Eliz was falling, intent on reaching him. That fall could possibly be dangerous for a being like him, especially if he landed wrong. Not even beskar could protect from gravity.

Right before Eliz hit the ground, Tarnish dived, reaching out for Eliz. In mid-air, Tarnish caught him, and used his momentum to bring Eliz in. Then, using his body, Tarnish turned and used his own body to take the brunt of the landing. Tarnish knew that his body could take it, and that he could absorb the brunt of it. They hit the ground, landing. It was a hard landing, but it wasn't anything Tarnish couldn't handle. Then, he also saw Llorum flying off, bringing the target with him. Well, at least one thing was covered.

"Alora, Krayt is down! Request immediate assistance!

Tarnish activated his commlink. "Eliz is safe, I have him." He reported over the commlink.

Today sure had been interesting.

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Alora's fingers danced over the console. The power core of the Gambit burned brightly as it came back to full power, and the main engines ignited. "Come on, Gam, time to earn our cut," she quipped to her ship as it plunged into the atmosphere.

Fast as the ship was there wasn't much they could do about poor Eliz' tumble. A micro-jump would be about the worst thing to do considering the difference between Eliz in the Air and the Ground was within the margin of error. Nonetheless, the Gambit could still provide some support for her fellow Mando below! Mando and crazed people-eater. Alora really needed to ask how they hooked up with a people-eater later too.

With said Tarnish off playing Catcher in the Desert, the convoy being escorted was dreadfully void of defenses. Something the pirates would no doubt salivate over. Especially those that'd broken formation to get their grubby mitts over the goods.

"Hey, Gam, lets get friendly," Alora cried as she flipped the launchers over to time-delayed burst ordinance.

Two torpedoes were jettisoned and flew ahead of the ship as it fell out of the sky. They'd plow into the desert hopefully between convoy and pirates, but if they landed closer to pirates than convoy no one would shed a tear. Then, as one would expect, they'd exploded kicking up even more sand and shooting up a ball of flame to engulf or deter any would-be thieves.

The glow of friction flared about the Gambit as it only began to arrest its descent at the last second. Thermal shielding kept the hull from turning crispy as a result of the plunge, though it did little for the extremely rough ride for the sole occupant on board. Its engines roared as the nose of the ship swung up to pass over head of the operational area.

"Calvary's here," Alora announced over the comm. Then she flipped it over to broadcast mode, "Any pirate doesn't want to dance for me better throw themselves on the ground and shout 'I surrender' really loud; 'cause when I circle around I am so lighting you up." The Gambit began to bank to come about back toward the combat zone with Alora's finger near the button to fire her turbolasers.

POYO! Eliz Krayt Isidor Justeene Llorum El'dar Subject 002 Tarnish​

 

[Isidor Justeene]

Location: The Desert, Tatooine
NPC: Dehurk the Hutt
Tags: Eliz Krayt / Subject 002 Tarnish / Llorum El'dar / Alora Vizsla / open
Bounty: Isidor Justeene

Tatooine's heat had climbed in the time they were fighting, it was nearing midday, everyone felt the heat, the bloody sand stank and, the exploding jetpack echoed off what rocks were visible. Even he began to show signs of slowing down. Heat can make everything feel slow and a chore to get through.

Isidor managed to avoid one of the Mandalorian Hunters who tried to tackle him, he needs to figure out what or how he was able to dodge. But first, he needed to get away from them, as this fight was going nowhere fast and the bodies were piling up the longer it dragged on. However, he was just able to shoot a courier in the eye from where he was. Many of the pirates that had survived began to flee out into the vast desert or they began to throw down their arms in surrender. Isidor scoffed at that, he was still wanting a fight, the valuables were just there waiting to be pilfered and no one could get to it without that thing ripping them open like sachets of goo.

Then he felt a sharp tug at his torso and the light of a tractor beam. He was being lifted off the floor and into the sky, oh Fetherations, he's being hoised into the clear sky and he doesn't have anything to float him down. Many of the fighters stopped and pointed up at him. Even worse, he couldn't do anything without him falling. His captor was seriously hacked off with him, which is obvious by the predicament he is in right now.

Still, they flew higher, it wasn't so great being able to fly without being tucked up in a ship. Isidor felt a petty sense of satisfaction in riling up Mandos, since the debacle with the Blood Slugs, he smiled under his helmet. He didn't understand Mando'a, not even the smaller words but, he knew a threat when he heard one. Be it the tone or the body language, he never cared to learn Mando'a.

But an unease began to take root in his gut, the realisation that if he drops he is going to hurt, and hurt a lot. He has tough bones but this may be too much and he'll get bones broken, but he dared not to strike out because of the height they were in. They got him, they got him and he begrudgingly respected them for it.

<"Feth."> He says simply and dryly.

 

[Llorum El'dar]

The Client: Dehurk the Hutt
The Team: Eliz Krayt Alora Vizsla Subject 002 Tarnish
The Target:

Isidor Justeene Pirate Lord
Wanted ALIVE
​

“Cavalry’s here.”

The moment the Gambit burst onto the scene, a feeling swept over Llorum as he flew. A feeling like this whole ordeal was well and truly over. A weight fell from his shoulders, and a happy laugh slipped out of its own accord. The laughing crescendoed when Alora’s friendly greeting of two torpedos sprayed sand in an awesome fireball and sent pirate raiders scurrying like womprats.

Llorum glanced down at the package dangling below him, grateful the pirate hadn’t tried anything funny once they’d gotten in the air. Most folks found it rather hard to move around while caught in a tractor beam, but this pirate lord was anything but an ordinary thug; Justine had proven that much. Some jobs you wrapped up with a feeling that you were being paid a fortune to show up and look scary. This had been, unequivocally, NOT one of those jobs. Judging by the happy venom in Alora’s voice as she threatened the remaining marauders, at least one other crew member was feeling the same way.

Llorum switched on his commlink and hoped his new friends could hear the grin in his voice. “Kih’parjai, traat’aliit. Alpha target secured… kinda. He’s smart enough to know not to move around too much. Speaking of which, on your next pass Alora? Swing over my way; I got a present for ya.”

Keeping his comm on so the squad could hear this next bit, Llorum turned his helmet’s external speakers way up so Isidor could hear him below. Finally stopping his ascent, he looked down at his passenger as he hovered. “Alright chum, here’s the sitch. Any funny business, and I mean any, and I won’t drop you. I’ll overload my beam‘s powercell and crush you like a brindlebug. And then I’ll drop you. Client wants you alive, so I get a pay bonus if you’re breathing by the end of this. Now, listen carefully; I will not risk you pulling some di’kutla jare for the sake of a pay bonus. One false move, you’re done. From this angle, I can’t quite tell if you’ve managed to hold on to your rifle. If you like being three-dimensional, I suggest you get your hands empty. You’re not going back to the ground where your men are; you are alone, and will remain so. While in midair, you’ll be thrown straight onto a ship for transportation. That ship right over there.”

Llorum’s tone was matter-of-fact, and yet conversational at the same time. He tried to stay casual and sound like a professional who’d done this a thousand times, despite the fact that his heart was still pounding and one hand wouldn’t stop twitching towards his holster out of nervousness. The nerves made him want to talk. So Llorum kept talking. “That ship you just saw cruise by? It’s called the Gambit. Now, Basic’s not my first language, and when I heard that name for the first time I had to look it up. It refers to a risk one takes to secure an advantage. You’re a clever guy. I respect that about you. Right now your head is buzzing with a hundred gambits, a thousand ways you might escape, fight back, talk your way out of this. My advice? Save it for the Hutt. Because in case you hadn’t figured this out yet, we’re Mandalorian. And you have royally pissed us off.”

 

[Eliz Krayt]

Instead of a harsh fall, he'd been caught. Confusion filled his mind as he tried to come out of his disorientating spin through the air. Why didn't he impact the ground? Oh. Oh. Nope. He got right out of Subject 002 Tarnish 's hold the moment he realized where he was. He shivered, though that was hidden by his armor. Blood was wiped off hastily. The thing was kinda creepy.

But it had saved his life.

".. Thanks."

That was all he said before he clicked on his com for the others.

"<What's going on?>"

Llorum El'dar | Isidor Justeene | Alora Vizsla

 

[Subject 002 Tarnish]

Eliz Krayt Llorum El'dar Isidor Justeene Alora Vizsla

Tarnish stood up after catching Eliz. He watched the Mando squirm, and hastily wipe blood off of his armor. For a Mando, he sure was... squeamish, to say the least.

".. Thanks."

Tarnish simply nodded. Then, he looked around. He saw the Gambit drop down, firing warning shots, and telling the remaining pirates to surrender. Most of the remaining pirates were now throwing down their arms and surrendering. The other Mando, Llorum, still had the target high up in the air, trapped by tractor beam. Seemed like the situation was mostly handled.

Tarnish walked down towards the convoy, where a ton of pirates were on the ground, having surrendered. Tarnish walked closely around the group, examining them. They shivered and shuddered when Tarnish got close to them, some of them even flinching away from the monster that had torn so many of their coworkers apart. They wouldn't be trying to flee with him around...

And hopefully, they didn't need to take the other pirates back alive.

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Alora wondered what Llorum had in mind with their remark about a present.

He wants us to pick up the prisoner, the Gambit remarked dryly.

Oh, right, that'd make lots of sense. More importantly, they had a prisoner to pick up. Pretty cool -- not to mention the creds and rep boost!

Llorum's voice came in over the comm once more as he seemed to make a general announcement. Apparently it was a declaration of intent to squish the man if he didn't comply with every lawfully issued order -- and the unlawfully ones too because, like, who was going to stop them on Tatooine?

The Gambit slowed on its approach back to the area of engagement. With Llorum's intent made plain, the ship began to elevate itself higher than that of the airborne operative and their captive. Alora toggled the transmit button as they moved to hover over their position, "In position." The ventral airlock on the belly of the Gambit cycled open revealing the interior of the Mechanical Bay. Taking prisoners wasn't entirely unheard of, so with a push of a button all doors shut and locked around the bay. "Feel free to drop the package off any time. Great work, boys."

Alora stood from her chair to walk down there, however, to make sure their new guest got all the comforts they deserved while aboard ship. And to make sure she hadn't left any tools out that could be used to enable their escape. Usually she was pretty neat with everything, but sometimes you got to working and one thing lead to another...

The... other one is prowling about the surrendered pirates, the Gambit remarked to Alora on their private channel.

As she stepped into the Bay, her brown eyes flicked up at the ceiling briefly. Was the Gambit suggesting the, uh, guy was contemplating eating them? Wait, he wasn't was he? A shiver ran down the length of Alora's body. Really didn't need to hear more of those sounds today. Or any other day. The next life wasn't good for her either.

POYO! Eliz Krayt | Isidor Justeene | Llorum El'dar | Subject 002 Tarnish​

 

[Isidor Justeene]

Location: The Desert, Tatooine
NPC: Dehurk the Hutt
Tags: Eliz Krayt / Subject 002 Tarnish / Llorum El'dar / Alora Vizsla / open
Bounty: Isidor Justeene

He didn't know whether to be angry or congratulatory of those who hunted him, on one hand, he didn't make it easy for them, but on the other, they made him fight to remain uncaptured.

They beat him, he is utterly beaten. Isidor knew that because he royally pissed off the Mandalorian, his trip to where they will keep him will not be smooth, he half expected it to hurt. Now like he was innocent of being not a pain in the tush at some point during his early years. He stole from his siblings, well one in particular, they are fractious as it is, even more so than many years prior, No regrets then, none today. He'll gladly do it again. It's a habit he wouldn't break in a hurry, or maybe he can't break it.

Which circled to this situation. Frustratingly, he couldn't get out of it and he knows no one can reason with angry Mandos, so, he didn't try. His thoughts turned to Cass, he wondered if she was doing okay and if she would notice. Shaking his head, Isidor grumbled something inaudible as he braced for the inevitable plunge. He knew that Hunters who bring in targets warm often to make sure their prey couldn't escape or make an attempt to fight.

Then he dropped, he closed his eyes and landed with a dull thud, then came the pain in his shoulder, he heard something crack in there. The pain was from either a break or a dislocation. He wasn't going to get up any time soon, so he just lay there, arm at a crooked angle.

He hoped that his distress beacon reached the other Krakens before he would be bundled onto the recently arrived Mando ship. His mind can only focus on the pain in his shoulder and back.