Private Once Upon A Time...

[Wynter Rackham]

ONCE UPON A TIME ON CLOUD CITY
Lief | The Fool

THEME

"...and yeah, so I said to the whale, stop wailing so much." A self-satisfied smirk tagged his face as Wynter and Roman exited the warehouse. He pushed the little bag a little bit deeper in his pocket. Between them they had about six of them. Contents? Oh, don't worry about it too much. All that mattered was the money raining down on them. Metaphorically speaking anyway, since they were still paying for the repairs for the Undoubtedly. Freaking Emus everywhere. Nobody could account for that.

Neither did the insurance cover it.

"Get it?" Wyn asked, glancing on over, since Roman didn't seem to laugh. "Because they are whales, whaaaling.... come on, man, that's fun-" Before they walked past Wyn stopped. Putting his hand on Roman's shoulder to keep him from walking either.

His gaze had gone past him.

Into the alleyway.

Where a bunch of rangers with a capital R seemed to be holding someone up. A girl. Brows furrowed there. "Dunno about you, but I dun' like that. This is free space." Well, no, it was most definitely OPA space, but that didn't matter. Not to Wynter.

 

[The Fool]

Wynter Rackham Lief

You either tuned out when Wynter engaged his endless babble or you vented yourself out. These were the only two options before Roman when he realized he'd be stuck with the Captain for a longer time than anticipated. Let's be real here, it took a long time of self-convincing to commit but the thought of having to survive on Rodian fast food and a dump of a rented studio on Shaddaa for months till he got a new contract cleared his doubts. At least with Rackham, the cash flow was more or less consistent. Usually.

So as Wynter kept on enforcing his joke to Roman who kept on walking silently forward with the occasional drag of his cigarette, he thought of all the nice places he could spend his cash on Cloud City until the realization that all of their paycheck from Valerya Tion 's job went for the darn ship. He grumbled.

Rackham's hand fell on his shoulder, then, "Dunno about you, but I dun' like that. This is free space." Roman shifted his eyes to what Wynter was referring to - a bunch of OPA Rangers, judging by their looks, holding up a woman.

You could only tune out Wynter so much, but, unfortunately, he had the occasional notion of playing superhero. And when that time struck, there was no tuning out. He'd drag you straight into his mess and make it your own; if it turned into a fiasco, he'd blame you and if it turned into triumph - he'd be basking in it selfishly. Society's finest this side of the galaxy.

"You think it's a good idea to mess with rangers here out of all places?" he voiced his protest. Slight irritation in his tone - maybe because Roman knew he wouldn't be able to change Rackham's mind.

 

[Lief]

Her finger was itching for the trigger right about the time they backed her into a corner. Though the blaster was tucked within her waistband she willed herself to keep from grasping it and stared the Rangers dead in the face unblinking. She could have been anyone, in a Galaxy this large there were bound to be a few lookalikes... The longer she complied without being detained, the more hope she had that she'd fool them into believing her just another lawful citizen.​

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The blaster, while tempting, would ruin the whole thing.​

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"I ain't ever needed to show identification in these parts," she informed them, unable to keep the smooth charmed accent from her tone despite the fact that she tried to seem like regular old gutter trash with her improper grammar and contractions. "Ain't a girl allowed to walk in peace no more?"​

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When she begrudgingly reached for the piece of flimsiplast she'd acquired in some seedy shadowport years prior the younger, and more skittish of the two Rangers, reached for the same hand and grasped her wrist firmly, prying it from her pocket, all the while balking at her to keep her hands where he could see them.​

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"It don't bend that wa-ouch... Look, you's asked me to-... ugh."​

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Before his companion could say anything the young'un then slipped his free hand into the same pocket and pulled free the flimsiplast himself, eyeing it up while she wrenched her wrist free and glared at him. Each passing second left her more and more drained of the will which kept her from the blaster. Couldn't she have just a few quiet weeks?​

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Wynter Rackham The Fool ​

 

[Wynter Rackham]

Lief The Fool

"A good idea?" Wynter murmured, brows furrowed as he watched them ranger-handle her. "Naw... a great idea? Most assuredly." That was Wynter Rackham for ya. One moment he was drawling like a southern system belle, the next he was using four-dollar words. From bastard with a revolver to ... well, still a bastard, but one with pretenses anyway.

He didn't like the Rangers.

Hell, for that matter didn't like ORION either, which made it more ironic he had helped them out on Bespin just a few months back. That had been different however. When an old friend asks for your help, you give it. End of story. That was the way of the Lane.

Besides if Wyn had let those terrorists blow up Cloud City they wouldn't have been able to do business here today.

Win. Win.

"Heya, what be the matter 'ere, eh?" Stepping in to the alleyway. His hand still on Roman's shoulder. So, consequently he'd be dragged with him. That was just the way of things. "Girl can't walk the streets without being harassed?" Still that easy smile, but Roman would recognize the edge in his tone. Wyn wasn't one easy to be angered.

But some things just triggered him.

Hand already on the butt of the revolver. "Sir, this is official OPA business, please step aside." The older one of the Rangers said, stepping away from the girl, to focus on them. The young one, who was still reading the flimsiplast seemed confused. "This registration number doesn't match. Where did you get this, it's clearly not yours!"

"Didn't realize we needed to be number tagged dese days to walk through da clouds." A groan from Roman at that horrible pun.

"Sir, I won't repeat myself again..."

 

[The Fool]

MUSIC
Lief Wynter Rackham

Half-willingly, half-dragged Roman stepped into the alley along with Wynter where the two rangers were interrogating the woman. A more than just an appealing face, no wonder Rackham's 'sensors' had caught wind immediately of the altercation. Roman sighed mentally. He smoked his cigarette, watching the rangers with a blank face as the captain of the Undoubtedly approached one of the guards, while the other remained busy with the lady. Wynter went on about freedom and something about a 'Big Brother' book Roman once saw him reading; he would've sworn he'd seen him read it upside down - don't ask.

"Sir, I won't repeat myself again..."

Roman considered his options, and frankly realized there was only one. He plucked the cigarette from his mouth, inspected it sorrowfully realizing it had still a half way to go and then abruptly flicked the cig at the ranger's face. The man coiled instinctively but Roman had a long reach and an equally strong hook. It crashed into the man's jaw like a steam hammer. A classic sucker punch. Chivalry's long dead.

A perfect opportunity opened up for the three to flee from the scene.

 

[Lief]

Before Mat could respond to the power-tripping young'un an opportunity presented itself that she simply could not afford to ignore. As the two men approached and queried the Rangers, briefly snatching the attention of the boy inspecting the flimsiplast card and finding fault with it, she finally finished prying her wrist free and observed as the quieter of the two newcomers escalated the situation for her.​

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She seized the moment, sweeping the feet out from under the younger Ranger in a swift, well practiced maneuver. Not waiting to see what happened next, ignoring the items they'd taken from her in their initial hold up as well as the forged identification which drifted to the ground, she pushed past the sucker-punched Ranger and descended deeper into the labyrinthine alleyway. ​

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Though she tried to listen for signs of a pursuit she could barely hear anything over the sound of her own heartbeat and thudding footsteps. She turned right then, hoping to break into the street and blend into a crowd but found only more desolate passageways between the towering buildings of Cloud City.​

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At some point throughout she'd finally pulled the blaster from her waistband, though the adrenaline had her hand shaking too much at present to keep it steady. If they caught up, cornered her, would she even be able to put it to good use?​

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A dead end promised to test that query...​

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Wynter Rackham The Fool ​

 

[Wynter Rackham]

Lief The Fool
TRACK 3

It did open up a beautiful opportunity to flee the scene.

Matila ran, after all, right after dropping her own guard and taking off.

There was only one problem. Wynter wasn't running. No, instead, he kicked the struggling Ranger in the face and knocked him out. Before pulling out his revolver and holding it loosely in his hand. Watching them both, but holding Roman back from taking a run for it himself. "This one has seen our face now, the other one saw the lass."

Wyn murmured calmly as he pondered their options.

"Might be better if we... finish the problem. Hm?"

Next to him Roman stiffened. Before shaking his head slowly. "Too much heat, Cap, too loud. We don't need that chit right now."

A grunt, before nodding there. "Yeah, okay, fine. You. Your badge." Gesturing towards the junior Ranger. The one who had been handling the girl. His hand shook. But he did as he was told. "Now... you might think you know us." The barrel of his revolver ticked against the badge. "But we definitely know you and we got long karking memories."

He leaned over and yanked the second badge off the older Ranger's belt, before dropping it in Roman's hand. "Let's go."

They walked past the sniveling ranger.

"Lass should be around here somewhere... Dead end and all. Good instincts, bad sense of location." Wynter murmured bemused. Like he hadn't just suggested the execution of two law enforcers.

You think you know a guy.

Then he surprises you.

 

[The Fool]

Wynter Rackham Lief
TRACK 4

Rackham's change of face wasn't the first time and it did pique Roman's curiosity. Every time he witnessed it, a scowl carved on Hayato's face as he observed the man detail by detail. This 'other' face of Wynter vaguely reminded him of his former mentor - Elias Hobei, a Jedi hunter trained by the Sith Empire. Humanity was his second nature, murder - first.

The captain shook off the 'trance' and returned back to his old self - a careless, mischievous man with an affinity of destroying words. They went after the runaway girl.

Cloud City was built as a safe platform for a risky venture. Its first owner never expected to hit a gold mine, so when Cloud City rapidly expanded under the burden of flocking workforce there was only so much it could expand to. Piece by piece, frantically designed, it was a maze with no escape.

And that's why they found her at a dead end, as Wynter correctly predicted. With a gun shaking in her hand and eyes wide like an animal trapped in a corner. Things could go south really fast.

"Your forged ID was a shit job." He had a momentary glance at the flimsiplast back where the rangers now lied knocked out. A sharp eye for detail, he only needed that much to make it out. "Way I see it is you need a haul off-world."

And we need another body for a particular job.

"He's got a ship." Roman added jerking his head at Captain Rackham beside him.

 

[Lief]

Was there time enough that she might double back? Put foot to pavement and find another route through the labyrinth? Or would that simply alert them further to her position, draw them toward her so that they might continue to harass her, likely even upping the ante? Mat would be lying if she tried to claim she had an answer to any such thoughts.​

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In fact, by the time they had flickered through her mind, immediate and all at once, they were already upon her, two distinct pairs of footsteps headed her way. She lifted the blaster in anticipation, cursing under her breath as her hand continued to shake and going so far as to try and steady it by raising her free hand and having it join the other. It helped some, but not much.​

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Not enough.​

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Imagine her surprise then when it was not well dressed Rangers who approached her, but the men who had facilitated her escape. Were it not for the two of them she might have been in custody right now, on her way to whomever sought to claim her bounty, and back to whoever had set it. She'd be lying if she said she knew who or why, no doubt some past act or job she'd undertaken in recent years was to blame. Either way she wouldn't have to find out. Not yet at least.​

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The first words spoken came from the one who had been quieter during the previous altercation. They were spoken as an insult though one she had no cause to take offense to. It wasn't her handiwork which was being slated, after all. She kept her blaster aimed across from herself, in their general direction yet not necessarily set upon either one of them. And though her eyes flicked between the two, though her hands still shook, she did not deviate from such, the blaster remained central to them.​

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Was she unsure of who to target? Doubting the act entirely? For a moment it didn't look as though she knew, and she certainly didn't vocalize her thoughts. Her eyes didn't settle on either of them until mention of a ship was made and the other man was nodded toward. Then she looked to the Captain, though he hadn't been the one to imply an offer.​

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"What's in it for you?" she finally spoke, blowing away some of the cobwebs which had settled over her mind in the same instance. In fact, it seemed as though her hold of the blaster steadied, some of the tremors lessening as her mind caught up with her body and the adrenaline waned. "You don't even know what the Rangers wanted with me..."​

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Wynter Rackham The Fool ​

 

[Wynter Rackham]

The Fool Lief
TRACK FIVE

"My oh my..." Wynter muttered, before casting a bemused glance over to Roman. "-gratitude be in short supply these days, innit?"

Not that he blamed her for keeping that blaster on 'em.

Why wouldn't she?

First rule of survival is paranoia. Never trust anyone. Especially not someone smiling to you and doing ya a favor without prompt. There mostly always be a catch behind it. Well, what was Wynter's catch? Maybe it was just the residual annoyance of JJ recruiting him on over at Bespin. It had been necessary and he didn't mind doing her that favour.

But.

It still made him feel greasy to be part of the coppers, even for a few days.

Finger thumbs hooked into the loops of his belt. There he watched her, the way the blaster solidified and was held there. Oh, past the anxiety was someone who knew how to hold and fire a gun. That was something at least. "Well, folk who know their way around a gun may be a dime in a dozen, but..." A smirk there as it unfolded. "...a dime that owes us is worth a hellova lot more."

Stretching there lightly.

He didn't seem overly concerned about the gun on them.

Then again, Roman was right next to him, if it went off he could just drag him in front of him. That thick head could probably take a shot, especially with the armor underneath the clothes.

He really hoped Roman wore that armor.

"Kark do I care what the rangers wanted. Dis be free space, they ain't supposed to be hasslin' enterprising spacers. In or out, lass? Otherwise I am sure the Rangers we left behind will be eager to pick ya up again."

 

[Lief]

The idea of owing anyone, much less strange men met in backstreets, wasn't a pleasant thought. She didn't know them, didn't know how they worked, why they worked, or what it was that they'd be expecting in return, and she'd be an idiot to ignore those thoughts. To let her guard down. What if they themselves were hoping for her bounty? Lure her in then ship her to whomever it was that had placed it?​

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No. That simply wouldn't do.​

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She began to shake her head, that was until the final statement was made. Kriff he was right, the moment they composed themselves they'd be looking for her, no doubt with more men at their back, any hopes of sticking around on Bespin had been foiled and now she needed to move on to greener pastures.​

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Of course she could've just gone on down to the spaceport, bought herself a ride off world... But that always brought with it questions, and folks weren't so happy about helping a stranger who didn't even have a destination in mind. Besides, they'd likely look for her there too.​

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She knew she would, in their position.​

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A small, disgruntled sigh was her only immediate response as she mulled it over for what felt like an eternity - but in truth was a mere few seconds.​

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"Fine," she finally retorted, though the blaster didn't stray from its position to begin with. She looked between both men, wishing desperately that she could have a glimpse into their minds. Didn't look like she had much choice, did it? Wasn't as though she could help her folks out in Ranger custody, or locked in carbonite.​

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"And don't be fooled, I had everything under control back there..." Her tone began firm, unwavering, though the next few words were a little softer. "Thanks, though..." Guess I owe you twice. She never uttered those thoughts aloud, though. No sense in giving herself a larger debt than she'd already face for willfully accepting their help now.​

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Only now did she begin to lower the blaster, though she kept it in her grasp all the same. One hand lowered from it to her side, though even without its support the blaster no longer shook. She let out one more sigh, quieter this time, resigning herself to the situation, and then took a small step forward.​

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Maybe she should've asked for names. Maybe she should've asked where they were headed. But the truth was none of it really mattered. No doubt they'd ditch her as soon as they were clear from this sector of space, she'd do the same in their position once the debt was paid after all.​

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Wynter Rackham The Fool ​

 

[The Fool]

"Sure you did." Roman said sarcastically to the woman and that was that.

It was time to leave cloud city...for greener pastures.

Spoiler: CUTSCENE

The journey to Terminus wasn't as long as expected but it was silent; except for Wynter who kept on pulling bad puns from his sleeve as usual. The crew of the Undoubtedly had found their missing person for this bold move of hitting a high-roller room hosted by Black Sun.

Welcome to Suburbia,
Terminus

The house hosting the high-roller game was on two-floors and not really spacious by the looks of it. It had a small yard surrounded by a knee-length fence. A nice, upper mid-class area. Perfect place to attract no attention for a long arduous game of high-rolling sabacc. Two bulky men in tracksuits and leather jackets sat on the porch drinking beers but be sure they were not the habitats of the house but guards.

Opposite side of the street, and a few houses down, the trio of outlaws sat in a rented vehicle overlooking the house inconspicuously.

"That door won't be opening from the outside." Roman stated as he lowered down his binoculars. "When a game starts no one comes in. They're supplied for days." he further elaborated. "We can try pick locking the door if someone distracts the two brutes at the porch or--"

"--I can drive this damn car straight through the door."

Roman sounded serious.

Lief Wynter Rackham

 

[Wynter Rackham]

The Fool Lief

Somewhere Wynter managed to get a folding chair.

A folding chair.

Where the feth had he gotten a folding chair?

No matter, it didn't matter, but certainly it could be bothering people. As he was settled there. Comfortably, letting Roman do his thing with the binoculars, eating peanuts out of a little bag. "So, Mat, what we got 'ere is a classic stick-me-up situation. That be a house with a room. One full of Vigos. real high-ranking lads from the Black Sun."

A stretch there, one leg crossing the other, before accepting the binoculars from Roman and taking a look himself.

"Nobody sane gonna play or host 'em in the casinos. If they'd win, suddenly they be hanging over a balcony. If they lose, they'd be indebted to the Sun itself, neither ideal, eh? So these poor lads be struggling to get a table worth playing." Clicking his tongue, before passing it over to Matila so she could take a look herself. "Lil' man by the name of Joel the Baby started hosting 'em at one of his vacation houses. They play against one another. Lots'a money passing along, but they dun' go too far cus the Underlord would be annoyed, dig?"

Once Matila got the score Roman finally received his attention.

"We still need to get away too, Ro, use the car and we will need to walk with the dang bags." Rubbing his chin there, before nodding. "Ya said ya were handy with tech chit, Mat? Ya can slice that door open then?"

 

[Lief]

From there things moved pretty swiftly. ​

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Though she didn't give them too much information about herself, she gave them enough to be going on with for now. Mat. Nothing more, nothing less, that was the name she'd given, and when it came to her 'talents' they too were kept rather basic. She could point a blaster, and knew her way around some tech. Simple enough, right? Enough that she could be useful.​

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After all the sooner this was done the better. Then they could go their own separate ways and all.​

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Otherwise not much was said. Their names, their ship's name... But she wasn't particularly clued in on where they were headed or what for. It wasn't until she spied the nav consoles that she realized they were headed straight for Terminus.​

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Terminus...​

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Could they have picked a worse spot?​

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Either way they'd managed to get her on-world without much issue. It had been years since she'd last shown her face here, she'd changed, the world had changed, nobody would be looking for a girl like her still. It wasn't the folk on Terminus who were after her, she was sure of that. Still it was weird to be back there.​

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As they pulled up to their spot the silence was broken by Wynter who finally gave her the run down. Some sort of hodge podge wanna be casino, a hole in the wall hosting some of the Suns worst. Great. Why wouldn't they be dealing with the damned Black Suns?​

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She wanted more information. Why were they doing it? What were they after? But another part of her didn't want to know at all. Follow them, do as she was bid, and it'd be over faster no? Besides if this all went south she wouldn't know anything.​

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But then... She wouldn't know anything. Ugh.​

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"Should be able to," she replied, thinking back to all the times she'd sliced similar doors right here on Terminus and worse than that. Not that they needed to know she knew this place well. "This the only door? Don't know if it's worth bein' noticed by dumb and dumber over there so early in the night..."​

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Wynter Rackham The Fool ​

 

[The Fool]

"Alright, it's settled." Roman proclaimed after listening enough from both of them; the plan was formed, "I will stop with the car right by the entrance, distract 'em while you two sneak over the fence from the other side. Knock them when you see the chance, Wynter." he turned his head at Mat, "You-- get to the door ASAP and get it open. There should be no one behind it." or so he hoped. Producing three balaclavas, shoving one next to him and shoving the other two at Mat and Wynter, nearly tumbling the latter from his magical folding chair.

When they got their shebs moving, Roman drove the vehicle to a stop in front of the target house. Immediately, the two brutes stiffened. He called out at them, "Hey, fellas. Y'all know where 56th is? Nav's gone bust on this junk."

"Scram, karker"

"Get, fool. Get!"

Roman gave them a shit eating smirk. "Shouldn't talk like that to your dad, chumps."

Turning red, the two burst off their seats and rolled down towards the entrance with two vibrobats in hand; tunnel vision engaged. Like bulls on parade.

Lief Wynter Rackham

 

[Wynter Rackham]

The Fool Lief

This is how it usually went with them.

Wynter talked a feth ton. Then Roman got tired of it and just cut the knot for them all. Sometimes that brought its own problems. Especially when more discussion could be beneficial.

Oh, well.

What was the worst thing that could happen here? "Right on, leggo, Matty." Drawled on over to Matila, because calling her 'Mat' all the time was starting to tire him out. He accepted the baclava, but only just managed to keep his balance on the seat. "Chit, man, relax. You don't want me to get hurt, do ya?!" Pulling the bag over his head with a smirk.

"Hey, Ro, now ya almost as pretty as I am." Devilish twinkle in the eye, before he gestured for Matila to follow. They'd make quick-time here. Mostly because Roman was already in gear.

He really put the gas on that one.

By the time he was exchanging cries with the bouncers Wynter was kinda sweaty. Behind him Matila would (hopefully) move to the door, while he sneaked up on the two lads speeding on over to Roman's car. That's where Wynter came in from the side. Blackjack, or sap, in hand and already knocking out the first one.

The second one cried out, lashing at Wyn with a fist.

It connected pretty hard with his face. Made him drop his sap too. A curse from Wyn, before he tackled the second one. Burly arse fether which usually would mean Wynter was a dead man. His nose pretty sure broken. But somehow Rackham managed to get his hands around the fether's throat and was busy throttling him.

Eyes seeing red.

 

[Lief]

They certainly were a rather unique pair, weren't they? On their own they might not have seemed so strange, there were plenty of broody types out in the world, those with limited time for chatter, and likewise countless suave fools who had the girls fawning over them... But dang did she hit the jackpot with ending up with one of each. ​

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Some might have passed off the banter between them as a general disdain, two opposing souls brought together out of necessity and held there by naught but a desire to see another day and get rich doing it. And yet, as she observed them in the small ways she'd been able to thus far, there was definitely more of a genuine kinship there... Beneath all of their chit.​

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Not really in a position, or the mood, to argue she simply shrugged her shoulders and took the face covering from Roman. "You got it," was all she said as she pulled it on over her head, a certain confidence within her tone unable to be avoided. This she could do, even with the strangeness of it all it was something she knew. Let them do their roles and she'd do hers.​

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And so when the vehicle pulled up alongside the house she was hot on Wynter's heels, approaching the building in a hasty fashion without drawing too much attention to herself. Even when they charged for Roman she kept her head down, and even more so when Wynter dealt a few blows. She didn't see it, only heard it, as she pushed on past it all and reached the door. She could only hope they were actually competent... Just as they had to do the same for her.​

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Reaching into the small pack which hung at her side she rummaged for a second before bringing free a dinged up old datapad. A few wires hung from it unceremoniously, one of them looked as though it had been chewed up by a kath hound, yet she carried on all the same. She found the security terminal, little more than a boxy device within the door itself, and spent but a few seconds connecting her pad to it. Her eyes shifted between datapad and terminal, ears straining to make sense of what was happening behind her while also making sure she wasn't triggering any alarms within the house itself.​

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With any luck she'd be able to get the door open before anyone came outside to investigate the sounds.​

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If anyone came outside...​

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She could only hope that the comic duo would be ready when it opened, because she wasn't sure she wanted to face what lay inside by herself.​

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Not that Mat was a coward, of course...​

 

[The Fool]

The second karker was, unfortunately for Wynter and Roman, a cybernetic. An arm and leg of steel. Hayato was a big man with a strong grip further enhanced by his own cybernetic muscle memory chip but even he couldn't withstand when the brute got a leverage to kick him straight in the abdomen. Durasteel hit home and Roman's breath was yanked out of his lungs as he was catapulted backwards. The massive mobster was still on the ground but was about to get up--hopefully, Wynter would prioritize the brute before his bleeding nose.

All seemed quiet on 'Mat's' front; her technical skills were sufficient to crack open the door but, sadly, that was unneeded. The lone guard on the inside was coming out for a breather when he came up, startled, face to face with the masked chick. Who was faster? Would he be the one swinging the strong jab first or would she get the better of him? Roman wouldn't know, he was busy trying to find his breath.

Wynter Rackham Lief

 

[Wynter Rackham]

The Fool Lief

His throttling wasn't long for the world.

Seeing red was one thing. Having a cybernetic arm slam you up into the air was a different thing. He went ooph and saw stars, while Roman was slammed in the abdomen. The landing wasn't that great either, dropping down a meter or so next to them both. "Feth's sake, always a cyborg..." Wynter didn't let himself recover and instead launched himself against the fether again.

This time...

This time with a shiv, appearing in between his fingers, already starting to shank into the back of the big burly cyborg. Spine, lower back, it didn't matter at all to him.

Not exactly quiet, but the cyborg wasn't quiet to begin with.

The yells turned to screams as he tried to get Wynter off, while also punching at Roman again.

Hopefully Matila was having a better time than them.

 

[Lief]

As luck, or more aptly unluck, would have it, the door opened without much need for her tricks at all. At first she thought it was a fluke, that somehow the device had sliced the terminal faster than anticipated, but by the time she pulled her pad free she realized how foolish she was for even thinking it. No fluke at all, instead another brute made his way out of the same door she'd been working on, right into the scene of their .. crime?​

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Just what Matila had gotten herself into she didn't rightly know. Who here was the bad guy, exactly? After all it wasn't as if the Suns were saints, but they were breaking and entering... And who knew what else.​

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These thoughts didn't have long to register within her mind before the severity of the situation took over. The man seemed as surprised to see her as she was him, and were it not for the four men fighting behind her she might have tried to con her way out of it. But no, that simply wasn't going to work here, not if he even hazarded a glance past her.​

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So she did the only sane thing she could think of. She dropped the datapad, that most precious datapad, hoping that the act did not destroy it, and immediately reached for the blaster holstered on her hip.​

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Who had the fastest draw remained to be seen though, either way she wasn't wasting time getting a shot in. Pull it out, raise it up, fire the shot. ​

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Matila wasn't known for fist fighting, after all.​

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The Fool Wynter Rackham ​