Logen's Run

[Logen Brunner]

Planet: Ruan
Location: Noob Hill
Objective: Load and Go


Logen struck a match, taking the flame to the end of his Shento Cigar. The old smuggler took a few deep puffs upon the light narcotic, fully tasting the pungent but vegetae taste of the rashallo leaves with a dash of smokey after taste once exhaled. His glacier blue hues examined the horizon, this world was a flat agriculture rich planet and he could see for miles with no mountain ranges or dense forests to block his vision. The the plethora of farmlands neatly organized somewhat looked peaceful, brought memories of home back on Corellia of many ears past. Was a peaceful moment for Logen, just taking it all in while he stood slightly past the loading ramp of his YT-1300 "Firebird".

The slight morning winds would bristle through his long dark hair and slightly flapped his corellian nerf leather jacket. Such a simple life these farmers lived, working the lands in what folk would say was the last honest work in the galaxy. One could almost forget that this planet hung on the front-lines of the war between the Galactic Alliance and the One Sith. Coruscant had been liberated and the Alliance showed no signs of slowing down on their efforts to free planets from the tyrannical grasp of the sith. Certainly a valiant effort against the dark, with many heroes to speak of in the sagas that would certainly be written and song.

Thing was, Logen was no hero and he sure as hell did not do charity work. Yeah, he had a bone to pick with the sith. They set ruin to his home planet, so he did favor jobs that would prick away at the genocidal maniacs. Was a bonus, but hard credits were always negotaited first before he set to task. And this day was no different, sure.. he was to be helping evacuate important folk off this planet and whisp them away from Sith control. But they or someone else was pay top rates to get it done. Now that was business.

"Unload the equipment!" His husky tone of voice, rich in corellian accent broke the morning silence. They had brought farming equipment as part of their cover as simple merchants on business. Even helped them pass the ever so tight security check of the One Sith custom officials. "Our contacts will be here soon to make the exchange!" They were to be getting cyrofreezed vegetables and other goods in return. Amongst the frozen, would be four outstanding and highly connected individuals that need of this planet. They were taking a high risk and trusting their lives to strangers while they hibernated. But, that was what they were paying the high rates for.

 

[Kami Meran]

(OOc i was waiting for you to use this name.)

" you know i have plans for a cargo mech? im not built for this skeve. im a soldier. and i don't whine either " Kami joked loading up a hov sled and carting the stuff out. she was planning on developing a Beskar vehcal she needed the money and this was a paying gig.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Kei wasn't used to trusting his life to other people, he wasn't used to not being the captain. He missed the Ebon Hawk more than anything, the Ebon Hawk was his baby, his prized possession. He didn't like it, he was a free wolf, a lone wolf. Since he'd left Noriko he'd moved alone, he'd gone back to the one thing he was ever good at. He'd turned back to smuggling, turned back to the best way he'd ever made a profit.

He ducked out of the YT-1300 slowly, leaning against the pistons and gears of the boarding ramp, eyes scanning the fields, clear and serene. A warzone though, people never realized how serene warzones could be. The DL-44 swung at Kei's side lightly, and he slid his hands into his pockets. He liked the peace and he liked the silence, but he had work to do. He'd signed up for this crew for the simple reason of he needed credits. His armor had cost him everything, and he needed to replenish the credits he'd spent on it.

He took his hands from his pockets slowly, sighing. He had to work, he knew he did. He hated heavy lifting, he hated actual work, but this was money. Money was nice, money got you things in life. He ducked back into the ship, grabbing a small crate slowly, half dragging it from the cargo hold of the ship. He sigh to himself, dropping the crate in the pile, stretching out with the force slowly. He hated passing One Sith Coustoms, chances are they'd feel the force within him, he wasn't no Sith. Lucky for him, they'd gotten through easy enough.

"Peace, at last"

[member="Kami Meran"]
[member="Logen Brunner"]

 

[DV8-420]

It had been some time since Devin last stepped out onto the surface of Ruan, Almost a milienia to be exact, It was a backwater farming planet, A peaceful place.

His hands gripped the handle of one of the hover sled that had been loaded down with the "farming equipment" they'd come to deliver. With a grunt he pushed and the sled lurched forward and into the light as Devin trudged out of the cargo bay of the old YT-1300 Firebird. His Revenant Class A armor gleaming in the midday sun, The white armor contrasting nicely with the blaster pistols holstered around his body and the blaster carbine strapped across his back. The rest of the crew looked like normal spacers where Devin looked more like a walking warzone waiting to happen.... No wonder Captain Brunner had hired him to be the "Muscle" on this particular mission.

[member="Logen Brunner"] , [member="Kami Meran"] , [member="Kei Garnik"]

 

[Kami Meran]

[member="Kei Garnik"] [member="Logen Brunner"]

" The things i do for creds." Kami complained loudly as she huffed the gear.
" Camon in a 15 yearold girl you hunky old guys gonna help?"

 

[Logen Brunner]

Logen twisted slightly towards the loading ramp, his wolf like features gazing upon the young mandalorian pup. He exhaled a puff of smoke from his cigar and gave off a devilish grin "Little bird, hard labor builds character!" He replied to Kami " And you have a lot of character building to catch up on. Plus, you are not the only one doing heavy lifting, the other lads are ferrying their fair share" He pointed to the other two men.

The Captain diverted his gaze back to the horizon. He could see a heavy repulsor truck in the distance making way towards their location. "Finally!" Logen snarled, his inpatients uncamouflaged. They had been sitting out in the open, like an eye sour ripe for the picking if the OS customs or local agents decided they wanted a closer look. Made the old man a bit moody. But, their mark was coming and that had eased him a bit.

"Look well folk, our pay day is coming!"

[member="Kami Meran"] [member="DV8-420"] [member="Kei Garnik"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Spoiler

OOC: Your choice if you want Kei to sense anything (Sith!) in the force Logen, just PM me Yes or No, we'll keep it secret and fun

People wished Kei was ferrying his fair share. He'd carried one of the smallest boxes out, that was it. He was getting antsy just waiting around, he was on Sith lookout on one hand, the force his tool. On the other, he was listening to Capt. Brunner announce they were about to get paid, which always made him smile. He stared towards Brunner, DL-44 still swinging at his side as he walked over towards the grumpy old man.

He didn't feel anything, or at least he wasn't sure if he felt anything. For now, they seemed safe, unless anything kicked off with these transport dudes, this was the easiest money he'd ever made. He closed his eyes lightly, opening them again just after. "Quiet out here, almost too quiet" he spoke to himself, though Logen would easily hear him. He wanted to get this over with and go home, make some easy cash and go home.

"Let's get this thing over with"

[member="Logen Brunner"]
[member="Kami Meran"]
[member="DV8-420"]

 

[DV8-420]

Not that they could due to his helmet, But even Devin was sure that though he still felt almost no emotion, That could his shipmates see his face even they would know Devin had a devious plan in mind for anyone who might decide to try and feth with them.

He'd parked his hoversled over by itself, just slightly far enough away to notice but not really notice, Its repulsors almost struggling to hold it as high as the other sleds. Unknown to his shipmates Devin had replaced the contents of his box of farming equipment with a nice assortment of grenades ranging from ion and cryoban and even a few thermal detonators for good luck.

He now stood beside his sled with his carbine now slung around his shoulders and hanging ready, His left hand gripped tightly around the rubberized grip ready and waiting. His gaze set upon the horizon where what appeared to be a repulsor truck rambled into view.

[member="Logen Brunner"] , [member="Kami Meran"] , [member="Kei Garnik"]

 

[Kami Meran]

[member="DV8-420"] [member="Kei Garnik"] [member="Logen Brunner"]

" Obvious thing to say but look to the buildings in the back. we have an audience. " she said casually passing DVB and barely nodding to at least 6 potential gunners.
the man was the only one she trusted to be militaristic manor in a potential gun fight.
Then there was a Truck coming into view.
" Skev Should have packed a KC-33."

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Spies have always been the capitalist's dream, paying an unknown to interject himself, or herself, had always been the unsaid tune how governments worked; and even for those that wished to see government's burn. Even the Sith Lady, or aptly named Dark Lady of the Sith when she wasn't around her true Dark Lord, held spies in many different forms. Musicians, politicians, artists, and even beggars had pledged their skills to her, knowing not who or what she was, but for the credits that trickled down into their palms; questions and morals were tossed out the airlock.​

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But the greatest spies the Dark Lady employed where dancers, or strippers. Rich politicians, smugglers, pirates, honest businessmen, soldiers, and the occasional by-stander who heard something but was unsure of what they heard could never resist a beautiful shaking ass or a well designed hip shake. When the movement of their chosen desire twitched, their lips, no matter how much they were sealed, spilled the harmonious tune that found their way back to the ears of the Chooser of the Slain. And it was a Twi'lek dancer that had brought her the most promising news.​

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"And you're sure he said Ruan," she inquired as she nodded toward the Twi'lek to make good on her promise for positive information.​

​

"Yes! There is a collective of good-doers who are attempting to remove the oppressed citizens from under the thumbnail of the One Sith!"​

​

Leaning back in her throne of bones, she placed her right index finger upon her lips, tapping it gently as her mind ran laps of all the possibilities that could arise from this. She hated the One Sith, probably more than anyone that traversed through the known galaxy, and the concept of gutting them once again held more measure of positive possibilities than negatives.​

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"And I assume you have a name for me?" Leaning forward, the spy whispered a single name, causing the Dark Lady to smile. "You have done well indeed," Darth Venefica proclaimed. Turning to her associate, she said, "Buy this girl her dream estate....and see to it she lives a long and prosperous life. When you have completed that task.....get me a direct link to [member="Logen Brunner"]....he is about to receive help from the least likely of sources."​

 

[DV8-420]

A low grunt was the clones only reply to the young Mandalorian, The various scanners in his helmet had verified the existence of the six men on the roofs.. As well as a pair of Ruan's local fauna breeding away in the bushes next to the ship. Randy little buggers

Devin didn't speak much, Preferring to let his abilities speak for him. Though when he did speak it was in a soft kaminoan accented tone, Preferring to never raise his voice, And was most commonly in galactic basic though through his years and training he could speak and understand a multitude of languages.

 

[Jayce Pryde]

He'd been on Ruan for several days now. His search for ancient Sith holocrons had brought him to the fertile farm world, Well rumors had brought him. Those same rumors having also brought him to Nar Shadda, Mustafar, And even all the way to Yavin, But this time the young Sith knight found himself tracking leads on Ruan.... Those leads having led him to follow a man.

A man who now lay cryogenically frozen in the back of a repulsor truck heading towards what appeared to be an old YT-1300 Freighter.

The Sith knight had hidden in a dense forest off to the west and now stood glaring through his electro binoculars and fervently swearing to himself about the situation. His glare switching between the truck and the ragtag crew of miscreants gathered around the old YT-1300.

"What the feth kinda person freezes them self just to get smuggled off planet.. Like seriously!?!?" He grumbled as he hefted the rocket launcher onto his right shoulder and hopped into the seat of the stolen speeder bike. Flipped switches roared the engine to life as Jayce pulled the Tarentatek bone mask down over his face with his tatted left hand before grabbing the controls ands speeding off towards the truck...


[member="DV8-420"] , [member="Darth Venefica"] , [member="Kami Meran"] , [member="Logen Brunner"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Kei coughed slowly, still feeling with the force. The trucks got closer, the trucks were getting closer and closer every single second. Kei wrapped his fingers around the blaster at his side, something he always did when he got nervous, a habit almost, a way to kill the nerves. Why would you be nervous when you had a gun that could wipe out any dangers next to you? Oh yeah, a gun couldn't kill some things, some people were clever enough to avoid getting shot.

His palms were sweating, they were in the open and it was plenty dangerous. A sniper who didn't want them to exit could take them simply, pick them off one at a time. Dying one at a time wasn't how he planned to exit, he didn't want to just die, that was stupid. Just dying was weak, if he was going out he wanted to go out with a fight. He wanted to at least look like he was attempting to fight for his life.

He was still feeling out with the force. They were on a Sith controlled planet, he wanted to be safe at all times. Anyone who wasn't hiding their force sense would walk right into Kei, who in turn would raise an alarm. He wanted to be sure that wouldn't happen, but he really wasn't sure. One Sith were everywhere.

[member="Darth Pryde"]
[member="DV8-420"]
[member="Darth Venefica"]
[member="Logen Brunner"]
[member="Kami Meran"]

 

[Kami Meran]

[member="Kei Garnik"]

" You get that too? " kami asked [member="Kei Garnik"] she was force sensitive herself though to no great degree in fact it was more of an annoyance than a boon. " keep your head in the game. and relax this'll be fun if it goes south."
she shot [member="DV8-420"] a knowing look. hell she liked the guy in fact she was considering offering him a place in the clan.
[member="Logen Brunner"] looked like he was just impatiently awaiting a late Pizza hutt delivery.

 

[DV8-420]

Devin himself was about as force sensitive as the blaster in his hands, So he couldn't sense the force even if there'd been a Jedi Master standing next to him. To be honest, the force had quite literally been bred out of Devin and the rest of his batch brothers back on their home of Kamino.

He stood firm with his gaze fixed to the horizon and the truck. In a few moments the truck would arrive and they could pack up and leave this backwater planet. He checked his power core in his rifle as he waited and even brushed some dust from his otherwise pristine armor.

 

[Logen Brunner]

Thing about being on a planet renown for its agriculture contributions, the land was flat and one could see fore miles in almost any direction. Now Logen had visual on the truck they had been waiting patiently for to arrive. But that wasn't what got the smuggler nervous, it was one he saw a trail of dust erupt from the patch of dense forest. He lifted his macrobinoculars to his old eyes to make out what was closing in on his pay day.

"Fek!" The corellian growled, spitting the shento cigar out of his mouth and turning towards his miss match crew. "Our truck looks to be coming in hot with a single swoop inbound, get ready to defend!"

His eyes glanced over the heavy armed and armored figure of Devin. Logen recalled moments before landing that he had made fun of the mercenary on being so heavily loaded out for a milk run and we were not occupying the planet. With the possibility of imminent danger heading their way, Logen had a feeling he was going to be eating some crow if they make it out of this alive.

"Hold the line, nothing short of merciless violence from the lot of ya!" His gruff voice commanded as he started for the loading ramp " I will get the bird ready for take off!". He wasn't a coward, he would of loved to stand his ground with this hired crew to thwart their potential enemy away. But, he was also a pilot and having the Firebird grounded with out take off prep and engine's spooling could mean life of death.

He walked up the ramp and pressed a button on the control panel, a "Ground Buzzer" blaster cannon protruded from its holding cage from the dorsal side of the ship close to the ramp. This will help with some extra firepower to his crew. The truck was with in a minute out, but it felt like an hour with anticipation gnawing at their nerves.

[member="DV8-420"] [member="Kami Meran"] [member="Kei Garnik"] [member="Darth Pryde"] [member="Darth Venefica"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Kei swore, Kei swore loudly. He reached out in the force again, swearing even louder. Why couldn't jobs be simple, why did everything have to be effort. He eyed Kami as quick as he could, shouting towards her, fingers wrapping around his blaster at the same time. He felt Sith, or at least a dark side user. He felt Kami in the force as well, sighing. They were going to be more of a liability than an actual useful thing, both of them could be tracked through the force.

"We gotta go!"

He broke into a run quickly, no idea if Kami was following or not. He needed to try and draw the pursuit away from the trucks, he had a plan. He felt out in the force again, weakly, distracted by running. He attempted to give the dark sider a poke, just a gentle poke in the force. He'd heard it be done before, Noriko had given him a quick crash course. He had no idea if it worked, but the principle was there.

He eyed Kami, who was hopefully following him, grunting.

"I felt you, I felt you back there in the force. This, this man, this pursuer, he's nothing more than a Sith. We were a liability there, we were just going to be a tracking device basically. We'll find our own way home, we have to"

[member="Logen Brunner"]
[member="DV8-420"]
[member="Kami Meran"]
[member="Darth Pryde"]
[member="Darth Venefica"]

 

[Kami Meran]

" Oh what a lovely day. " Kami said readying her twin small blasters.
the only down side of being a lightweight fighter. light armor and light weapons.
dam she missed that frekin KC-33 droid.

" Arms up and at the ready lads. and eyes open" she yelled and fallowed [member="Kei Garnik"] " I'm no Jedi om a fekin Mando and no Sith sh*t makes me run." she yelled. no one made Kami abandon people no one. not even Mand'Alor himself.
she was going to back [member="Logen Brunner"] and [member="DV8-420"] even if it killed her.

 

[DV8-420]

His head shook and a slight chuckle could be heard from within Devin's helmet as he spotted the lone speeder rushing towards the heavy truck. Dust kicked up around his boots as he walked calmly over to his crate of goodies and tore the lid from the old container to reveal his grenade stash.... "Wrong fethin day and definitely the wrong fethin guy!" he grumbled as he pulled several cryoban grenades from the crate and even tossed a few over to [member="Kami Meran"] .

"Use the well or die with honor Mandalorian!"

With that said he strapped grenades in designated areas on his armor before grabbing his rifle and tucking down behind cover to await his time to strike.



[member="Kei Garnik"][member="Logen Brunner"][member="Darth Venefica"]

 

[Jayce Pryde]

The speeder bike tore across the plain just as fast as the Sith knight could push the machine, The rocket launcher resting atop the handle bars and aimed at the hind repulsor on the drivers side. The speed excited him and the adrenaline fueled him as he locked the speeders controls and used the force to balance his body as he hopped up and stood on the seat, hefting the launcher to his shoulder and channeling the force outward through his feet and into the speeder to keep it on track Jayce place the targeter to his eye and as soon as he'd gotten a lock he fired the dual rockets and then quickly vaulted backwards off of the speeder. The speeders flight path still aimed to crash into the truck seconds after the rockets.


@DV8-420@Kami Meran[member="Kei Garnik"][member="Logen Brunner"][member="Darth Venefica"]