Oh Beskar where art thou? [Pm to join] [Echo'lya]

[Miss Blonde]

Echo'lya was a pretty cool place, from its wonderful gas giant to the fourteen moons, a great place to see the sights and who am I honestly kidding? The place sucked, the locals suck, the food sucks, everything but one detail sucked about the planet and it's moons. Beskar, the one metal to rule them all. The fourteenth moon was at one point rich with the metal ore and now it was almost stripped of it, but you could still find the metal in certain areas. So unless you felt like going and fighting the mandalorians on Concordia or force forbid Mandalore it was safe to say these were thing you generally didn't want to do.

Miss Blonde one of the leaders of the Black Tie Syndicate was wanting to get her hands on this metal quite badly, she however didn't really feel the need to craft with it. Beskar was stupid hard to work with and honestly she didn't feel like messing with it. She did however want to distribute or sell it to the highest bidder, at least her share of it. So having heard of this place from Rusty she sent out her feelers to get a lay of the land. The moons had no atmosphere so they would need suits for starters. Second she had been given reports of a few spacers having obtained the ore in an old abandoned mine on the surface thought to be completely stripped.

So that's where they were going, to that old abandoned mine to confront a few spacers about some beskar, she knew they probably didn't keep it in the mine and that this probably went a bit deeper than a few spacers who found beskar, these things didn't generally happen, so she was going to have to see what was really going down on the moon.

The Black Tie Hades Class Cruiser dropped out of hyperspace and the gang's members along with Miss Blonde herself were in the hanger wearing air tight suits so they could step into the void. Placing her helmet on her head the woman looked over to her men and spoke in the slight robotic tone that the helmets vocalizes filtered her voice through.

"So here's the deal, down there we have our man on the inside, he's infiltrated the spacers operation through some facial reconstruction surgery and has informed us that the crew has two hover crates worth of unrefined beskar ore." Miss Blonde said as she started to pace.

"I WANT that ore people, and I want us to be able to have that weight to move. So I'm going to make this a very simple job. When we get down there I want them alive, it's possible the ore is not in the mine and at a second location. We get in and subdue them then question them. Our contact tells me that they might of been contracted by one of the clans or houses here, or maybe some shady government figure. So once we breach it's very possible that we can have company soon. So I'm going to give the go ahead on advanced torture techniques." Blonde paused and looked over to her crew.

"So load up and breach that mine, try not to kill them." Blonde looked over to one of the Dropships in the hanger then quickly loaded up waiting for the others to join her.

[member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Keira Ticon"] @Nyx [member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo loaded the non-lethal, rubber, ammunition into his slugthrower and slung his phrik electro-staff over his shoulder. His loadout was purposefully light allowing his to traverse terrain and take hostages quickly. He also had several titanium cuffs in his britches for holding down the more, resistant ones. The thought of the bounty hunters that might be after him and appear at any time haunted him, thusly he brought his DL-44s, loaded with lethal levels of energy, in case said hunters showed up. He also made sure Tek-1 was in reach and could pick him up in a matter of minutes.

He checked his person to make sure he had everything, he was prepared. He glanced over to see [member="The Black Hat"], he had previous interactions with her and if things would south he felt he could depend on her. As for everyone else, they might as well be hunters that will shoot him the first chance they get. However, his bounty had not been posted, and his interaction with the bounty of Hion not public, so he felt safe.

He then looked at [member="Miss Blonde"] giving a nod of approval, he was ready, for whatever was ahead. Behind him was Qaeth, his cyborg right-hand man. Qaeth had requested to come due to the increasingly explosive situation Ke'Cholo was involved in. Qaeth had brought his usual loadout, except his four vibro-swords were now coated in phrik making them more lethal and physically resistant. Qaeth had also been given a phrik electro-staff for non-lethal encounters...

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="KeCholo"] | [member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="James Justice"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Jarven Zexxel"] |

Alicia was sat at one of the terminals, on board the Hades class cruiser that Miss Blonde had gathered the Black Tie Syndicate for the operation. One leg folded over the other, she tugged on a cigarette- laced with a substance that tended to relax- whilst monitoring the communications between Blonde and her group.

Her role was simple. Monitor communications, warn the team of incoming dangers and help to direct when it would be necessary. After all, Alicia wasn't the type to get her hands dirty, but she was a good organizer and great with technology, so the role was perfect for her.

Leaning forward to her incoming, Alicia said: "I hope I get some of this Mandalorian iron. Been looking to get my hands on some Beskar for a long, long time."

 

[James Justice]

James, the Runner, was glad for this chance to get to test his new Astraea Armor out. The phrik armor was outfitted for the scenario with an extended oxygen tank on his back, twin DeathHammers strapped to his thighs, and a slugthrower rifle in his hands. He was finishing up a few preliminary checks on his gear as he nodded, listening to Miss Blonde's orders. He had a feeling combat wasn't going to be the thing he was purely involved in. It wasn't that he was bad at it--he was one of the best at bloodshed. Instead he was the best torturer on board. And he was sure everyone knew it after what he had done. And, of course, it never hurt to get one's hands on more beskar. He had a ship load, but he wasn't going to say no to more.

The Runner chuckled as he heard Alicia in his ear, "I can think of something else ye have been waiting a while to get ye hands on too, miss."

The spacer's boots clanged on the flooring as he tossed the bag of his "gear" for what he was probably going to have to commit over his shoulder. Stepping onto the dropship behind Miss Bonde, the spacer fell in line, wishing he was at the controls rather than waiting here as a fething passenger. When everyone was aboard, he could feel the hum off the engines as the ship got off into the vaccuum of space. The thrill of the raid was on, and he could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Ah, it was a good day to be the Runner.

[member="Alicia Drey"]
[member="KeCholo"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="Jarven Zexxel"]
[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member="The Black Hat"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

"You'll get your cut. Just monitor things from the Hades and make sure we don't have any unexpected guests coming to the party." Miss Blonde said on her comms as the ship loaded and sealed.

Her dropship along with two others shot down to the surface of the moon, there was no atmosphere so it was a smooth ride down without the friction of reentry and flames burning against the hulls of the ship. The ships glided over the moon's various mountains and barren plains for a few minutes until the objective came into view.

The mine was rather small, it was a hundred maybe one hundred twenty five meters long, much smaller than the Demonsgate facility and a lot older as well not to mention creepier, the entire place had a whole mine of the dammed vibe going on. Blonde then noticed two space fairing speeders parked outside the mine, each looked like an armored van capable of transporting valuable cargo, maybe there was some beskar left in the mine the dude's were holding up.

"Runner, get your team and get the door if you can. I'm gonna take my team and disable those speeders and search them. If [member="The Black Hat"] is onboard with us then have her monitor any comms that aren't ours, let's get the element of surprise." Blonde said as the ships touched down.

The cabin slowly depressurized and the door opened to the barren moon. Beyond them were the stars and galaxy with the gas giant of Echo'lya hanging in the background. Time to get to work.

[member="Alicia Drey"]
[member="KeCholo"]
[member="Jarven Zexxel"]
[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member="The Black Hat"]
[member="James Justice"]

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Jarven, The Tin Man, was glad for the chance to get to test his new Reclaimer Armor System out. The phrik and terentatek armor was outfitted by default with an oxygen tank. A jetpack was on his back, his trusty Outlaw Shotgun with Pack O Punch shells was slung on his left hand side and his Good Samaritan was holstered on his right hand side. He was at his rightful place at [member="Miss Blonde"]'s left hand side with his right arm resting firmly, yet lovingly on her side.

Jarven could sense that [member="James Justice"] was miffed at not being in control of the piloting for this mission...again. It wasn't hard to figure out: James was a posessive leader and a pilot, he'd had qualms before and the looks he gave the pilot's pit were a sort of tell. Time to break the ice.

"You know, Runner? You could have piloted if you'd passed the breathalyzer test." He grinned his trademark grin and waited for a response. Otherwise, he'd squeeze his wife's side and enjoy her company for the time being.

[member="Alicia Drey"]
[member="KeCholo"]

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Jarven Zexxel"] | [member="KeCholo"] | [member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="James Justice"] |

A soft giggle was released at James' quip. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, Alicia placed her cigarette on the ashtray beside her and brought up the Hades scanners. She read the area, monitored transmissions that were coming from the planet and the traffic in the surrounding system.

"We've been picked up. They know about our ship and are requesting- nope, demanding- that we state who we are and why we are here. I don't think they know about the team. What do you want me to tell them?"

 

[James Justice]

The Runner laughed at the Tin Man's comment. Not because he found it humorous, but more so because it was true.

"I ain't drunk, not at this moment anyway," James said with a wry grin, "Though I doubt ye have been around enough bars to know the difference."

He nodded to Miss Blonde's orders and punched the exit hatch. Yes they were still over ten meters from the surface but they had to move now if they had been noted. Now or they would get smashed the moment they tried to get in. His boots clomped on the deck as the Runner sprinted to the exit and leaped into the void of space. His armor-clad body made the rapid decent in a free-fall towards the moon. The Runner angled his legs and used his built-in jet pack to slow his decent, still landing with a less-than comfortable jostle. A quartet of soldiers followed after him. A pair of automatic ant-infantry turrets rose their ugly heads from behind the hidden coverage of a few bounders.

"Move in, take the door and pay them no mind," Runner shouted to his troops as the blaster shots began to ring around them.

He charged towards the first one, his movement drawing fire as his men surged towards the door. A few shots bounced harmlessly off the phrik, making James grunt at the impact, but doing no real damage. He would have bruises, but that was inconsequential. Leaping he reached the first turret, one shot rang over his head, missing barely. The Runner shoved his slugthrower down the barrel of the turret and unleashed a hail of bullets that shattered the firing action and put the turret out of order. He looked to the second and pulled a thermal detonator off his belt, hurling it at the embankment. The entire weapon and rocks around it were vaporized into nothing.

"Sir, we breached the shaft, we are go to enter," said one of the soldiers at the door.

[member="Alicia Drey"]
[member="Jarven Zexxel"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="KeCholo"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Blonde looked up to the Tin Man and smiled, he'd be able to see her face from the glassteel of her standard space suit. The woman was happy to see her husband wearing his birthday gift, it made proud and accomplished knowing he like it. But it also made her feel good knowing he was safe in it, well safer. When the ships landed she and her husband parted from each other's side and were on the surface of the barren moon checking out the armored speeders.

"I'm not getting anything from the life sign scanners, nothing on the scanners saying its booby trapped." Blonde moved towards the very back door of the speeder where cargo was loaded into and pulled the handle. Locked, obviously.

She was about to give another order but received a transmission about the local government trying to get up in their business, honestly she couldn't of cared less. The ship was about nine hundred meters and it was the bigger than anything these yokels could muster up for the time being.

"Give them some bantha crap answer, we'll be long gone before any serious threat arrives. Just keep the guns primed and alert us if anything else happens." Blonde said then the sound of a thermal detonator going off came through on the comms along with an all clear for the opening section of the mine.

"Tin Man, head inside if you can. Assist Runner and I'll get these trucks open, I think it might be another shipment of beskar." Blonde said as she called a crew over to her to get the process started.

"Remember babe, alive." she said with a smile before blowing him a kiss.

[member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="James Justice"]

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="Jarven Zexxel"] | [member="James Justice"] | [member="KeCholo"] |

Alicia exhaled at Miss Blonde's response. Putting her best talent to use- being a very good liar, which in itself, was an oxymoron for being her best talent- Alicia brought up the transmission between the Hades and whoever it was that just communicated with her.

"Yeah, er, this is the..." She paused to think of a name. "...Pandeima. We've had some problems with our hyperdrive and had to jump out of hyperspace whilst we rendered repairs. We'll be on our way in no time... Pandeima out."

Alicia signaled for the communication to be cut off. Leaning back in her seat, picking back up her cigarette, she knew that if her lie didn't work out, then someone was bound to start firing on the Hades or the team down below. In which case, she was more than ready to get out of dodge on the Initium, quicker than you could say coward.

 

[James Justice]

"Get in, mate," James ordered, moving to follow his footsoldiers in.

As he moved to follow, they entered the de-compression chamber. The door behind them closed, an over-ride was provided and the oxygen began to flood the small chamber before the second door blinked, ready for them to enter. A door was swung wide, and the man who had stood in the doorway received a blaster shot to the face. His body twisted from the impact, blood and flesh from the shot splattered across the wall, bone bits and helmet shards sprayed with it before the carcass fell to the ground.

James felt rage flow through him as he stepped over it coldly. His brow eyes savagely surveyed the warehouse they were in; a rodien, a twe'lik, and a pair of humans were ready, weapons drawn, each crouching for cover behind an overturned table. James could feel four more cowering behind a wall of crates behind these armed thugs. One of them fired his slug-thrower at James' helmet. The spacer, reflexes enhanced by the Force, snatched it out of the air. The shock was palpitable.

"Ye messed with the wrong spacer," James growled, dropping the bullet.

The blaster and slug thrower fire intensified on the spacer as he sprinted forward, just barely ahead of it. He leaped over the first table, grabbing his victim by the back of the neck and hurling him back, against a wall, rendering him unconsious. Twisting, James planted his back foot on the wall and sprung off it, dodging a shot aimed at his chest and catapulting himself over a stack of crates. He landed next to the Twe'lik.

The alien swung a wild-blow at James' chest with his blaster pistol. The spacer easily caught it by the wrist and tricep. Using the momentum against his opponent, the spacer twisted in an Akido throw. As the Twe'lik hit the ground, James' fist rendered it unconscious. A slugthrower bullet slammed against James' helmet, knocking him on his back.

[member="Alicia Drey"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="Jarven Zexxel"]

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

"Safeties on? Alright then, babe. Let me just switch out."

Jarven walked to the back of the interior of the drop ship and rummaged through his storage cubbie. He put away his outlaw shotgun and replaced it with his Ballistic Shield. Fitting it over his left arm, he walked back to [member="Miss Blonde"] and said, "Hasta la vista, baby." He followed that up by tilting his head so his helmet gently touched her helmet. "I'm off to work." He gave her a slap on the rear that she could feel through her suit before walking over and stepping off the transport. Smooooooth.

He jumped out into the low gravity atmo and sank back to the surface of the moon. This was far more awesome than the so-called "Moon Boots" that he had gotten when he gotten for his birthday when he was 7 years old. Those laughable feet-trampoline toy shoes had a bad case of false advertisement, to say the least...

They finally reached the airlock and it was Jarven who had dismissed the doorman with his pistol. He then stepped over the carcass and raised the shield to provide cover for his company.

Wait. I wasn't supposed to do that...Frell.

Of course, the men didn't fair quite as well as [member="James Justice"] was. He had to provide cover as he dragged downed men behind crates. Finally, when they were taken care of, he saw James go down. He ran, jumped over a crate and blasted the man who took a shot. He couldn't risk the man trying to pull off an execute on James. He holstered his pistol and raised his shield over James' body whilst dragging the man back behind cover with his right hand.

When James was in the clear, he stood back up to regular height and took up cover.

"James? Can you hear me? All good?" he shouted while peeking around for any more enemies.

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"]

Miss Blonde giggled at her husband's cheesy catch lines then perked up when he gave her a pat on the rear, she smiled and was pretty sure when this mission was over she was going to practice having more kids with him. But sexy thoughts aside the speeders needed to be opened, so reaching her hand back she had one of her men place a handy little tool in her hand. Now Patricia wasn't the most active force user in the world, she rarely used a lightsaber because she had no idea how to work it, but she did know it was good for cutting through things.

So with the saber being placed in her hand she turned the blade on and cut through the first van's locking mechanism, moving around the way she cut the second Van open then tossed it over to one of her assistants once the blade withdrew. Opening up the second one she found two briefcases in the holding area and pulled one over to her. Opening up the case she found that it was quite full of credits, probably upwards to two million in the case itself. Tossing it out she grabbed the second and opened it as well, inside again was a fair amount of credits.

This told her two things, one was that the spacer had made the buy for the beskar to someone on the planet, that's why they had the money. But what it also told her was that they only sold half, you never take the full amount to a sale that was black market dealings one o one. So that meant since they were shooting inside the other van either had the other half of the shipment or it was inside the mine with the others.

Stepping around to the first Van she opened the back and could see the container of beskar ore, the woman smiled but it wasn't enough for her. They needed to retrieve the other half, this was why the spacers needed to be taken alive.

"You're going to have to stall them for a bit longer, I'm sending half the ore up to you right now. We're going to go grab the rest, might take a few more minutes. Blonde out." Miss Blonde finished up then had her men load up the beskar ore and credits into her ship.

 

[James Justice]

"M'ok," James grumbled, rising. His head was buzzing some, like he had been sucking down bad ale. He shook his head, willing it to go away, "Where the HELL was my fething back up?"

"Sorry, sir," murmured one of the underlings.

James lurched forward, ramming his fist across the man's helmeted head. A pang of hurt flushed through his hand and forearm, but it was worth it, the idiot had almost gotten him killed, he would die--later. Slowly. The spacer peaked in, there were only three armed beings left, plus the ones cowering for cover. Great. Perfect.

"I want cover this time," James growled.

"Yes, sir," mumbled one of the others. A torrent of stun blaster fire burst out as James sprinted ahead, quicky covering the distance to the Twe'lik. The spacer leaped over the alien's cover. His hand gripped one if its lekkus in a tight grasp, the man cried out in pain, releasing his weapon and going docile. The agony would have been immense. James pulled him up to eye level.

"Remember me, mate?" he growled.

He allowed the twe'lik to realize the pure terror a moment before headbutting him. Blood from the broken nose sprayed out as he fainted. The spacer released his victim, running to the next set; the two humans hiding for cover. They each turned their weapons on him instantly. James was fast enough to pistol whip the fist, sending him into the realm of the sleeping and sprawling across the floor. The second fired, his shot impacting James' breastplate. "Damn it you son of a--"

James hurled his weapon, hitting his victim in the crotch. The spacer collapsed on himself in pain, but James wasn't done yet. A hand wrapped around the back of its neck, slamming his forehead into the table he had used for cover. Once. Twice. A third time. A fourth. He would have brutally killed him, but reason took over and he tossed the body aside like a rag doll.

"F%ck you," he growled.

[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="Jarven Zexxel"]
[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="James Justice"] | [member="Jarven Zexxel"] |

"Gotcha." Alicia finished her cigarette, stubbing the end into the ashtray. She leaned forward, smoke exhaling from between her lips and nose, feeling elated but calmed to the point of stoned. Good stuff, she thought to herself, thinking about the wacky backy that the criminal syndicate had access too.

"This is the Pandeima to Echo'lya, er... authorities." Alicia nearly rolled her eyes, as she struggled to come up with a good cover. This was why she was in the Black Tie Syndicate. She was their best liar, their best manipulator, best con artist. I need to calm down on the smoking, she thought again.

"Repairs are still on going. But the damage to our hyperdrive is... Extensive. I'll keep you informed whe-"

"Pandeima, we are picking up a ship coming planet side to your position. Can you explain?" asked the Echo'lya authority. Alicia frowned, thinking hard. How do they know about Miss Blondes... Oh, right. They probably picked up the transport as it took off, seeing as... Oh, kark it. Focus.

"Yeah, er... I don't know anything about that, if I'm honest. We're picking it up too, we'll send a transmission to their ship and ask them what they want."

Cutting off the transmission, Alicia quickly brought up Miss Blonde's frequency. "Yeah, I think you've been made. I would get out of dodge, as quickly as possible. I don't know how long I am going to get these guys busy."

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

James was fine. The ingrate simply got up and did his own thing. So, Jarven went and did HIS own thing. He went looking for their inside man. To do that, he'd have to go further into the facility and find the living quarters. He stepped over the fallen bodies and left the men to go searching alone. All of the men (the combat competent ones, at least) should have all been in the first room. He kept his shield up as he advanced cautiously around corners.

He peeked around the corner to find a man with his back against a desk. He had a blast vest on and held something very much like a grenade in his right hand. When he saw the head, he raised the hand and his voice, saying,

"I SEE YOU! Back off! Leave me alone! Leave this facility or else I'll blow us all sky high! You hear me!?!"

Jarven immediately pulled back and leaned against the wall as he reached for his comm unit.

"Er, Miss Blonde? Runner? We have a potential problem. Foreman has something akin to a grenade and is cornered like a rat. Please advise?"

[member="Alicia Drey"] | [member="James Justice"] | [member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[James Justice]

James heard the comm and spat out a string of curses. Today was shaping up to be a regular Monday, that was for sure. The spacer moved into the next room, he could see the man, blastvest and all holding the explosive up, threatening to kill them all.

The Runner just shrugged, "Do it."

The reaction it elicited was one of surprise, "W-what?"

"Do it," the spacer said more emphatically. "I have two daughters, neither of them see me. Ever. I spend all me time helping the poor, housing the homeless; funding it on the monies I get putting scum like ye out of the galaxy. I do everything I can to make the galaxy to be a better place, but I just get crapped on. My brother almost died right 'afore me a month ago. Me sister been missing for a week now. The woman I loved and married I watched get burned to death before me very eyes."

He took a step forward, "I have nightmares every night of the things I done, I have horrors that haunt my ever being. I can't sleep, I can't think, I can't live anymore for the ach that constantly burns in me chest. I tried five times to die at the hands of ye fething incompetent guards, but they didn't have the guts or skills to take me life. Hell, I dun't even have the courage to put the blaster to me own forehead and do meself in. My only sollace of this livin' hell is endless alcohol and smoking so I ask you again," James took a step forward, now standing right before the suicidal man with the explosive, his full attention gained, "do it."

[member="Jarven Zexxel"]
[member="Alicia Drey"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo and Qaeth skid into the room occupied by [member="Jarven Zexxel"] just in time to hear the threat by the foreman with the grenade like object. ''Easy, pal'' Ke'Cholo said, electrostaff raised. The foreman appeared scared. Ke'Cholo glanced at the ballistic shield, and then to Qaeth. He had an idea. Qaeth gave a slight nod, as if he understood.

Qaeth would drop his cloak, revealing the four vibro-swords. He would slowly toss them to the ground behind him and begin to walk towards the foreman. ''I will escort you out, no strings attached, you will be assured freedom once you escape the cave. We have no intentions of killing you or hurting you, friend'' Qaeth would say, robotic hands outstretched. As Qaeth passed Jarven, he would whisper ''Trust me'' and attempt to rip the shield out of the man's hands. Should this succeed he would charge the foreman with the shield's inside curved edge facing the foreman in an attempt to pin the grenade to the wall behind the man and perhaps cut off his hand whilst doing it.

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Now, Jarven was, by far, a changed man since the first time he stepped into the galactic scene with the Ravens. His anger issues had largely been resolved. However, Jarven was still a Gank. A heavily changed and augmented Gank, but a Gank nonetheless. When someone attempted to disarm you out of the frelling blue, he had been taught to proceed to bash their brains in and heavily berate them. However, Jarven was the forgiving type. He ONLY proceeded to wrestle over the shield with the alien who's only words was a faux negotiation and "Trust me" and add in a satisfying verbal jab.

Jarven wasn't one to pussyfoot around. When he wrestled someone, he put all 225 lbs behind it. He angrily said,

"Go back to negotiating, you goat-eyed twerp!" and would attempt to kick him off and away from him. Should this succeed, [member="KeCholo"] would go sprawling into the room and land on his back; next to [member="James Justice"]'s feet.

At about the same time that KeCholo would, or would not, fall to the ground in the room, the Foreman would think to himself,

This is some really heavy drek. I didn't sign up for this! If I make them think this is a fake, they might disregard it and get caught. He would then say,

"You want to die? Here." He pulled the pin, held the grenade and yelled, "Catch the dummy, dummy!"

Now, seeing as how this was a mining operation, explosive contraband was illegal and highly dangerous. As such, it was not an explosive he had. Rather, a flashbang for keeping order in case a riot (or similar situation needing crowd control) broke out. He called the grenade a dummy to trick them into disregarding it.

After yelling his "dummy" red herring, he would toss the grenade at James, turn around, jump over the desk and bolt for the side door in his office. He would then lock the door behind him and try to escape to the hangar bay.

[member="Alicia Drey"] | [member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[KeCholo]

Having quite the large frame, Ke'Cholo would growl when the kick connected. ''I didn't know I'd be working with idiots'' he would mutter. Qaeth would be unsuccessful at taking the shield, but would be successful at jumping over the subsequent flash bang grenade. He would sprint to the desk and jump over it, his foot claw would dig into the locked door. Ke'Cholo would toss Qaeth his swords and Qaeth would begin to hack away at the locked door.