I Ain't Afraid Of No Stinkin' Vagrants

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Triko"] | @[member="Kush"] | @[member="Juthan'Athar"] | @[member="Jorus Merrill"]

"Kill me he says..." Hannibal rolled his eyes and did not bother to tender a response to his wayward employer. Things had changed- now he was on a time crunch. The prospect of luring Merrill back to this station was now unacceptable, considering Healb was going to swoop in and steal Hannibal's mark. Things needed to happen. Faster. There was no telling when Healb was going to get here or who he brought with him.

Hannibal leveled his rifle to the administrator's back again, keeping it trained there. "Alright, twinkletoes, pick up the pace."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Without complaint, the old Devaronian limped his way up to his office in the control tower. This really was par for the course for him. Sitting down at his desk, presumably with the blaster still trained on him, he began pulling up files.

"This is him," he said in a defeated sort of way, presenting holocam footage of the YV-929 Gypsymoth docking here a month back. The man who emerged was a true paragon of manliness, truly manly in all respects. "This here's the telesponder he was using. This here's the button I press when the station needs him. The Mynock signal, he calls it."
@[member="Hannibal Oryen"]

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Jorus Merrill"] | @[member="Triko"] | @[member="Juthan'Athar"]

"Yeah, looks like it." Hannibal moved around to behind the desk, keeping the rifle trained on the Devaronian. Presumably, the console was unlocked now. That was good. However, nothing here could be left to his employer. He wasn't going to have any unnecessary competition on this hunt. "Good work, Clyde."

The brief statement of praise from Hannibal would be the last thing the station manager heard as Hannibal slammed the but of the rifle into the back of the administrator's head. He gauged his strength carefully, not quite willing to commit to murdering the poor fellow. A blow strong enough to knock him unconscious would suffice. He couldn't be left here for Healb to find. A few days in Negative Perspiration's holding cell wouldn't do the man too much harm.

"Blue, you search him. Then we'll carry him back to the ship. I'm going to be looking through the systems myself. Shouldn't take too long." Hannibal turned to look at Triko. "Then you wreck this room before we bail. We gotta couple 'a knuckleheads on our tail, dig?"

 

[Aithne Charr]

Juthan moved quickly over to him, now that they were out of public view there was no need to keep up the guise of him being injured. As such he moved quickly, searching the now unconscious man while they work. He made sure to remove any and all tech off the man and than did a general sweep over for anything he missed. By the time he was done the man would be without any devices of importance and to further make sure he hadn't missed anything he aimed a small handheld ion pulse device. This would short-circuit any and all devices he missed. "Ok, were clear over here. Want me to bring him back now while you two do your thing?" @[member="Hannibal Oryen"]

 

[Triko]

@Jorus Merrill | @Hannibal Oryen | @Kush | @Juthan'Athar

Triko nodded, holstering his shotgun and taking off his bandoliers, placing them on the desk, the explosives covering the leather straps clattering off the consoles. For a moment or two he fumbled about with his belt, eventually pulling out a small, scuffed grey box covered in weathered tape, a red switch on the side, black on the other and accompanying red light on the front.

"Get ready leave Lecter!" He said to Hannibal what'shisname. Lecter'd do for now.

 

[Matho Healb]

Matho looked up and down the main dock corridor. He turned to the attendant, who was shitting himself. "Oi. Give me the location of a Doomtreader that landed here a while ago. Senate business."
The kid nervously looked through the logs. "I'm seeing nothing about a scheduled landing here, s-sir."

Of course not. If Matho, in Hannibal's position, wouldn't play by the rules, then why would he expect him to do so? "Check incident reports. Unathorized landings and weapon possesions specifically."
"R-right." The kid scrolled through his datapad. "I have this one report of a man swinging around a heavy pistol... And a parking violation... Not much e-else though."
Matho chuckled. A parking violation. Hannibal was more like the General than he once thought. This would be interesting to say the least. "Where?" Matho demanded.
"Dock 21-C!"

21-C was only a 60 second run from where they were. He gathered Kassk and rushed down the corridor, making sure his safety was on. For now, he just wanted to talk.

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@[member="Kassk Kry'lya"]

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Jorus Merrill"] | @[member="Triko"] | @[member="Juthan'Athar"] | @[member="Kush"]

For a standard, unmodified humanoid, it would have taken several minutes to shift through the administrator's computer files and download the pertinent information. Thankfully, Hannibal was beyond being primitive. Hannibal possessed a PsiCom Interface module lodged in his head. This allowed him to interface with computers with his brain. Quite the pretty piece of equipment. His parents weren't especially happy when he got it, mostly because it was with their money and without their permission. But at least their youngest son was happy, and that was what truly mattered, wasn't it?

Probably not. Hannibal shifted through and downloaded data with the unmatched speed of an organic, Fondorian processor. IE, his brain. With the necessary files he found pertinent to Merrill safely stowed in his cybernetic cranium, it was time to bail.

"We're leavin' together. Too risky to split up. 'sides, we're already done." Hannibal said, coming out from around the desk and keeping his rifle at the ready. "I'll take point. Triko, behind me. Don't detonate until we hit the hangar. You're the caboose, Blue. Don't drop Clyde."

Hannibal activated his commlink, radioing Kush down in the hangar as he kicked open the door and took the lead in his daring escape. "Ey, Buzz. Prep my ship for takeoff. Don't get any ideas. We'll be there in a minute. If you hear an explosion, don't worry. That was us."

 

[Aithne Charr]

Juthan hefted up the man, half carrying half dragging him as they walked into the lift. He felt all his senses heightened now more than ever. Something was going to happen soon, and the detonation will be that catalyst, he was sure of that much. "This other one after our mark, whats his name and threat level so that i can be prepared for him." Juthan looked at @[member="Hannibal Oryen"], his face once more hidden behind his hood, only his mouth able to be seen.

 

[Matho Healb]

Matho arrived at 21-C. He scanned the area and tagged all life signatures on his visor. He switched vision modes again, looking for EMF's. Finding the appropriate cluster, that would no doubt be the size necessary to control the lights in the hangar, he set his charge on the wall. Syncing it up with his datapad, he walked briskly towards Hannibal's ship. Thermal scans showed two signatures on the inside. This wouldn't be easy, but when has anything worthwhile been so? He gave the signal to Kassk, who set a small charge underneath the ship, just where the nav computer would be. He made doubly sure the blast would be free of any essential equipment, and synced this charge to his datapad as well. By this time, the attendant from this dock came rushing up to him, huffled and puffled, demanding answers.

"Sir, if you are tampering with this station, I will have your forcibly removed!" Matho stood up from what he was doing, taking a long look at the attendant. "Listen bud. This starship is parked illegally, is it not? I'm just the tow man. We need to take scans of the vessel and make sure it is safe enough to haul out of here."

The attendant was visibly upset, no doubt he was shaken from all the guns being waved in his face today. "Sir, I need you to leave this dock right now. And take your..." He looked over to Kassk, in heavy armor and bristling with weaponry. "Friend with you."

Matho knew when he had to let things go, and he complied. He and Kassk left the docking area, after tapping the wall with a pinhole camera. As he walked down the street, he checked on the progress of Hannibal. Apparently they'd left the office and were heading straight for 21-C. "Right on time. Just like a good soldier should be."

@[member="Kassk Kry'lya"]
@[member="Hannibal Oryen"]

 

[Kassk Kry'lya]

@[member="Matho Healb"]

Kassk followed Matho quickly through the area, and at Matho's order, placed a charge underneath the ship. He got up, nodded at his own handiwork. He followed Matho once again. They left the area at the request of the docking attendant, and waited.

 

[Kush]

Meanwhile, not really hidden Kush & Kaliya stood off toward the the shield that kept them from being sucked into vacuum. Together, the both were smoking another joint now most would call Kush's work ethic unprofessional but most who did; typically did not keep their teeth for much longer. Kush just knew his limits, their was a good chance that Hannibal might kill the innocent Devarionian and Kush didn't have the stomach to see innocent people murdered. However, he accepted this mission so he would have to keep it pushing no matter how much he would probably end up regretting it. It during one of their numerous smoke sessions that Kush saw two armored men come and rather amateurishly apply a bomb to Hannibel's ship.

For whatever reason as well Kush and Kaliya were not detected, he attributed it to the fact that more in likely these two guys were overconfident. So as they placed the charges and left Kush simply walked over with Kaliya, he first had Kaliya scan it running reverse algorithms so perhaps they would be able to track the two men's movement later on. And then Kush ducked low so he could reach under the ship, clutching a hydrospanner in his mouth while he crawled. It didn't take any longer to disarm the bomb than it did to put the bomb on the ship, and just to be safe Kush walked over to the Docking authority who was the Aqualish and spoke to him.

"You know those guys that just barged in here a few seconds ago. They left this and I happen to know these level of explosives are deadly and illegal in every form of government established currently. They are planning on blowing up Moreau station so I recommend you call out all off your security to their docking bay before their allowed to leave." Though Kush rarely relies on it, deception is one of his greatest tools to date.


@Jorus Merrill | @Triko | @Juthan'Athar | @Hannibal Oryen

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Jorus Merrill"] | @[member="Triko"] | @[member="Juthan'Athar"] | @[member="Kush"]

Like the purpose-filled Fondorian he was, Hannibal strode back into the hangar, Triko and Juthan bringing up the rear. He could see Kush was holding some kind of package and trying to hand it to the Aqualish. Was he trying to make a drug deal now? Not important. The guy was on guard duty, of course he'd find something else to do. It would have to be interrupted if Hannibal was going to expedite their withdrawal.

"Oi, Buzz, leave the walrus alone. We're makin' like trees and getting the hell outta here." Hannibal called, slinging his rifle back over his shoulder and hitting a button on his left gauntlet. The ship's entrance ramp descended, giving Juthan a way to get onto this ship. "Stick Clyde in the holding cell. It's in the back. Shortstack, cover the ramp 'till Buzz is on board. I'm firing up the engines. Gimme two minutes an' we'll be good to go."

 

[Aithne Charr]

Juthan nodded and brought the man inside, heading straight for the cells and throwing 'Clyde' into the first one. Only now did he pull down his hood and walk out of the room, closing to door and heading to the cockpit, taking the copilot chair near Hannibal. "Objective is secure, we should get going now." He pulled out his saberstaff and sat it on his lap, something still felt wrong and he didn't want to find out what. @[member="Hannibal Oryen"]

 

[Dragon]

(SEND THE MISPOST POLICE! WEEEWOOOOO!)

 

[Matho Healb]

Matho noticed the bomb being taken just as they boarded their ship. A terror alert like this would be pretty neat. Creating extra steps to docking at this port was all he really wanted. If Jorus were to ever come back here, Hannibal would be hard pressed to get through the security check. As he got to the helm, he called the radio tower, giving his many thanks for assisting in Senate business.
They replied with an order to stay docked. Strange. Matho thought the two inside the Doombringer were passed out. No matter, shouldn't be too much trouble. He detonated the charge on the control box, enveloping 21-C in total darkness, as well as raising the alarm.

Matho quickly dispatched a message to the control tower, displaying a familiar black and red fist pointing skyward. Words scrolled across their screen, repeating: "The Black Hand Terror network wishes you well. Tell your people Aznear sends his regards."

Seeing an opening, Matho quickly started his drive core. He'd need to get the hell out of dodge. With guards closing in on his ship, the engines roared to life, sending fire across the hangar.
The guards opened fire, hitting the starboard side of his ship. The armor plating stood well against the blasters. Once he got back, he'd need to make formal repairs, putting the Estoc out of commission for a while. Matho had no intentions of firing back. He shot out of the hangar and hit his hyperdrive.
Kassk joined him on the bridge, still wearing his heavy armor.

"I hate to say it, officer. But that was a little too close. I hadn't counted on those two on the ship to be coherent. But all's well that ends."

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[Kassk Kry'lya]

Kassk joins his General on the bridge, and sighs. "I thought those guys in the ship were like... less smart. Oh well. Did we find anything?" He sits down in a chair next to Matho, beginning to type into a console.

 

[Matho Healb]

Matho turned to his Officer, handing him his data logs of the mission.
"Considering he blew the room sky high, no. But not all results are tangible. In all the official reports, the Black Hand Terror Network will take responsibility for the attack. Any witnesses will put two troopers in Moross Crusade armor at the scene. You do the math there. An organization hoping to unite the galaxy under one rule and 'peace' co-operating with terrorists isn't going to go over well with the public. On top of that, this station will be locked down until further notice. If Jorus does decide to return to this station, Oryen and his band of merry thieves aren't going to get through the security checkpoint. Now granted, neither will we, but that's not my concern right now."

He sat down in his chair, relaxing as he keyed his controls. They were long gone from that station, and had no intentions of stopping.

@[member="Kassk Kry'lya"]

 

[Kassk Kry'lya]

Kassk can't help but chuckle, staring ahead into hyperspace, "Well.. glad I'm not the brains for near any op... I couldn't think of all this..."

 

[Triko]

Triko trotted up the ramp, detonator in one hand and pistol in the other. Once at the top of the durasteel slope, he crouched down slightly, holding position and waiting for the stoner as instructed by Lecter.

"When Triko blow?" He called to Lecter, still clutching the detonator.

He was itchin' to blow up something.

There'd been an absence of blowing up so far.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Triko"] | @[member="Juthan'Athar"] | @[member="Kush"]

Hannibal ascended up the ship's ramp, strapping himself into the pilot's seat. He ran the initial diagnostics as usual, warming up the engines and whatnot. He heard the thump of someone getting tossed into the holding cell, so he hit another couple of buttons and sealed the cell tightly. Nobody'd be getting in or out of the cell without it being unlocked from the pilot's console. Moments later, Juthan took the seat next to him, telling him it was time to go. As if that weren't what was on the present agenda.

"Yeah, that'd be the plan." The Fondorian turned around in his chair, as if looking for Triko and Kush. "Where are those two?"

He heard Triko yell something. Oh, right. He'd never pressed the detonator. Time to rectify. "Blow it now! Inspire Buzz to move faster!"