Rough Landing

[scarletsurf]

Rough Landing at the Mos Eisley Spaceport​

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWO5Ai_a80M​

​

Niyla pulled back the shield covering her eyes and sighed of relief, pushing her pink hair back as she gathered her thoughts, the Mos Eisley band playing in the background.

Everything seems to be in operating condition. Hyperdrive, check. Laser turrets, check. Smuggling compartments...check. Targeting systems, check. Yep, good as new.

She put down the blow torch, wiping a thick line of sweat from her brow with a sardonic look to her face. "That'll do it." She said quietly to herself, with a smack to the side of its hull, an echo running along the side of the old ship until it hit the end. As the smuggler observed her handiwork she couldn't help but feel accomplished, not only had she delivered the sith those lightsaber pommels, but she also gained some form of hutt alliance, and she had fixed her ship. All in one day! She was really getting the hang of this!

She wiped her hands of grease and turned to enter the ship, in the corner of her eye she caught a large group of, 'unfriendly' looking people staring her down.

Great... She thought with a flick of her wrist and a quiet whistle. Her amphibious friend then stuck his head out of the scabbard, she wasn't calling him, just waking him up. She then looked again, however they were no longer 'just' staring her down, they were walking towards her. Niyla pulled the welding mask off and made her way closer to the CS Aluras boarding station, however before she could reach the ladder they had blocked her off. The largest one spoke first, his voice echoing with a deep accent, the kind of accent only the dirtiest scum had. Like [member="James Justice"] 's, though, less terrifying. She joked in her head trying to make the situation less serious. Niyla then raised her brow, as to listen to the Gungan.

"Chicka, you got a nice-a load. And it-a belongs to meesa boss, Reto."

Niyla perched her head at his suggestion, Reto? How did he have a reach this far out?

She had already scouted him and noticed the large blaster he wore on his hip and the low grade vibro dagger on his thigh. However before she could speak the Rodian spoke up beside him.

"Jas-Gar why don't we just take her into the brothel and make a night outta her, then take the cargo." His voice wasn't rough at all, more of an annoyance. And the fragrance was twice as bad. Quickly after he made the suggestion his 'boss' had stepped on his toes, which resulted in a high pitched scream. "Shut-up Jerex. Messa making a deal-a here."

Before another one of the scum could speak Niyla turned to this 'Jerax', laying a heavy fist upon his sparky green face. "Though the thought of sex with you is certainly riveting, I prefer to not take up either of your offers."

She then met the leaders eyes, sensing him pull the blaster before he had even thought it. She grabbed his arm and her snake jumped from the scabbard, laying sharp fangs deep into his skin. Quickly his veins bulged from the thick skin, a dark purple color coming from them. The man fell to the ground screaming in pain as blue blood spewed from his eye sockets.

Perfect, just what I needed. A crowd.

Niyla glanced up to see the boarding doors wide open, she quickly looked back as many men darted towards her. The entire spaceport seeming to have eyes on her. The ringmaster let Lightning hide back into the scabbard as she gripped the ladder, climbing to the top before the men could arm themselves. As the doors closed she caught the site of a few blaster shots missing her. She ran to the cockpit, hoping the rest of the circus hadn't seen her little affair, though she was sure they had as many of them saluted their ringmaster, closer members to her laughing at what she had done. Once she reached the controls she nodded to her first mate, who was laughing hysterically. She pushed the flight controls to full throttle, pulling up as hard as she could. Her ship revved up and took off just like it was new, Niyla saluted herself in her victorious attempts at repairs and steadied the ship.

Until...

Of course it didn't work, just as she had made it a few hundred feet up, she nose-dived straight back down, the bottom of her ship skimming some of the higher buildings in the spaceport before it crashed into the sand dunes just a short walk outside of Mos Eisley.

Niyla threw her hands up in aggravation. "Great!" She yelled, her body just now feeling the jolt of the crash. She fell back into her seat as she realized it would only be a matter of time before the entirety of Reto's gang made it back towards her. Plus, it had seemed in her crash she had blocked the main road to the spaceport.

She knew they would find a way out, of that was no concern. What she was worried about was her troupe, though most of them were accustomed to fighting, as this was a smuggling business, the two million credits she had stored onboard from her last run were not. They would be up for grabs if the enemy was to enter her ship, a classic defend the castle had begun.

 

[James Justice]

James hated a lot of things. Most of all he hated those who maliciously hurt others. The spacer made his way back to the Mos Eilsey Space port after having more than a few drinks to celebrate a good run. Tattoowine always held mixed feelings for James. On one hand he had made many successful business ventures here. More than one. On the other, he had also lost his dad here during a Tusken Raider attack. It was a world of opportunity for his type, but, as always, a world of danger. He looked up and saw the familiar outline of [member="Niyla Ar'i"]'s ship as it arced through the air and crash-landed in one of the streets. He shook his head and sighed, letting out a wreath of smoke. It looked like it was time to rescue her from trouble--again.

A group of men started clamoring for the door, James was no rocket surgeon but he figured the two were related. H wasn't one to believe in coincidences too often. As they rushed past them, one of the rougher looking men, ran into him and almost fell face first into the flooring.

"Hey watch it," the man shouted rising to his feet.

"I were just standing here," James said innocently.

The man growled and reached for his blaster pistol strapped to his leg, but James was faster. His DeathHammer was up in a moment, frying a hole in half the man's face. Gore was splattered across some of the pedestrians beside him. They turned and faced James angrily. The spacer gave them a stone cold look, "Who be next?"

They one by one sulked off. James had a feeling they would be back soon--and with more. He shook his head as he stepped out the door and began weaving his way to Niyla. Along the way he passed a robotics stand. He leaned in towards the owner, "Its time to pay ye debt to me, Ral. When the fighting gets thick, bring it, ye and the boys."

The gruff man nodded his head sharply, that was all James needed to hear. He briskly walked the rest of the way to the Zeltron and slam the side of the hull a few times. The main door slid open with a familiar squeal. James chuckled, letting a spray of smoke from his lips.

"When ye gonna learn to take piloting lessons, chicka?" he called out, his booming voice reverberating through the ship.

 

[elirrocks]

Cryil walked down the street looking around for the place where he docked his ship when he saw the ship. Ducking instinctively as he looked at the ship as it sailed over his head and crashed. Straitrning back up and looked around. The civilians were not moving to help, interesting he thought as he walked over to the crash site. Pushing past the crowd he saw a man already helping. Sighing he walked over to him.
"Do you have the situation under control?" Cryil asks in his usual interested voice taking another look around knowing that the blood covered pedestrian he passed on the way over usually meant something interesting was happening.


OOC: Still a beginer with these thing sorry for any mistakes.

 

[Davin Jusik]

"Look Private, I'm not going to argue the fucking morality of galactic politics with you. This shit goes in cycles. The strong rise until they get so oppressive the people overthrow ruler x. Then ruler y, who the people believe will be different, ends up as either another ruler x or a ruler who will eventually be replaced by another x variable. Who will inevitably be a douche. And the galaxy will continue turning." Djark said as he walked next to one of the newer members of The Misfits, well newest really, since the squad hadn't been around more than a month.

"Well.... Ain't that a bit cynical Sergeant?" Pvt. Jack Rackham replied. His short mohawk looking hilariously out of place in a TUASF Uniform. He'd only a few months earlier been released from an orbiting prison to attend Basic in preparation for the program. The crime being armed robbery.

"No Private. It's realistic. Don't worry about it though, you work for a government that doesn't hide behind ideals. Mr X is there, put Mr X doesn't care what you do in your free time, and everyone makes money, which is what most people in power lie about wanting. Nice little deal, eh?" Djark replied as he adjusted the sling on his automatic blaster rifle. This was a sort of mock assignment for the kid, a patrol of a kind. Tatooine being a frequent local for TUASF Raids and training.

"Well, I guess but---" The Pvt cut himself off as an entire ship raised itself up and slammed down a short distance away. Causing a stir as various beings took note of the disturbance.

"Now that's a bit different." Djark said as he began moving, the Pvt following in behind him without so much as an order. After a short jog and some zigzagging Djark and Jack witnessed [member="James Justice"] taking a chunk out of another man's face before banging on [member="Niyla Ar'i"] 's vessel door. An inquisitive [member="Cryil Lynn"] drew a whistle from Jack as the Private instinctively bore down on him with his rifle. "Easy there friend. Lemme see ya hands."

Them being ASF and not knowing the situation, a procedure had to be followed.

Djark trained his weapon on James Justice, having not recognized the voice yet. "You too buddy. Put the weapon on the deck and turn around." He said in a voice loud enough for James to hear, not quite a yell, but which carried a very "I will shoot you tone." The recruits all said he had a knack for it. Scared the piss outta some of them.

 

[Raiyo Tatsuu]

"Two more.."

Raiyo dragged a crate into the storage room of his ship, the Horizon One.

He was sweating, smelly and tired from spending time on Tatooine; it was too hot out here, but what would you expect with two suns.
He was told it would be easy to find a job, but none of that came true, all he came across where some people that needed someone to smuggle fugitives to the Unknown Regions.
Money, that was Raiyo's biggest concern at the moment, as nobody would join his crew without a stable loan, nor would he be able to fix the damage on his ship from the pirate attack last month.

"Guess I'll be heading for Sullust then.. there is no reason to stay here now."

Seven crates of provision would be enough for the journey; the only thing he needed now was a new blaster, the Botan he hired stole it along with some food, before he vanished without a trace.
Right outside of the area a crowd started to gather, probably another shootout between the gangs that roamed Mos Eisley.

A shadow quickly moved above Raiyo's head, "what the..?"
Looking up, he was met with a freighter that took off, but within mere seconds crashed back down into one of the sand dunes just outside the entrance of the space-port.

"That's no good.."

Raiyo's curiosity got the best of him, as he started running down the street, mingling with the crowd that slowly moved towards the crashed ship.

 

[scarletsurf]

Niyla rushed through the halls, on her way to the kennels to show some of these gang members what happened when they messed with the Alura Galactic Traveling Circus, she passed the sound of a voice she hadn't heard in some time. Ironic to find him here, and reassuring for the most part. Niyla couldn't help but chuckle as she opened the doors. "Welcome Jame-" Though, she was quickly cut off by that obnoxious voice.

"When ye gonna learn to take piloting lessons, chicka?"

The smuggler let a faint smile form upon her lips, moving out of the way as he barged in.

"When you stop calling me chicka." She played with him, not really minding the word. "Ironic for us to meet like this, nevertheless it is a pleasure Justice." She closed the door as he came in, glimpsing at the large crowd that had surrounded them before the doors slid shut.

Niyla let her snake climb around her slim body. "Where's the 'drunken angel'?" She asked, looking outside of the ship through the porthole, an ever growing crowd having surrounded them.


[member="Raiyo Tatsuu"]
[member="Djark Slove"]
[member="Cryil Lynn"]
[member="James Justice"]

 

[Davin Jusik]

OOC: [member="James Justice"] @Cyril Lynn Nobody shot at either of you on my end, just letting ya know.

 

[Raiyo Tatsuu]

Raiyo followed the crowd that formed outside to the crashed freighter.
Upon arriv Raiyo spotted a beat up Gungan near the entrance of the ship, and some tall beefy guy armed with a rifle shouting at whoever was inside of the ship.

"Gang shootout after all..?"

This would have been the case, but the it didn't seem like it for some reason; it didn't feel right to Raiyo.
He wanted to ask what happened, but everyone aroudn him seemed just as surprised as him.

"Maybe the armed guy knows--"

Stupid. Ofcourse he would know, and he would just as well vaporise his skull.
Why bother with it... A question that seemed to haunt Raiyo quite alot lately.
Raiyo turned back and started walking towards the entrance, he had no business with whatever was going on here..

[member="Djark Slove"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Niyla Alura"] [member="Cryil Lynn"]

 

[scarletsurf]

OOC:

OOC: James Justice @Cyril Lynn Nobody shot at either of you on my end, just letting ya know.

Edited my post!

[member="Djark Slove"]

 

[James Justice]

James heard the familiar sound of [member="Djark Slove"]'s voice. He had hired the man before on a run--or was it three? He couldn't remember all the times he took the here and there on in his runnings--the point was he knew the man, and he could guess that if he knew it was James, well, he'd be more lenient--probably. As he turned to reply the door closed behind him. Then he heard Niyla's comment and her question. He laughed as he moved back to the door.

"Do ye prefer the term 'pinky?'" he asked with a hint of playful sarcasm, "She be in port, Reed be there, but dun't worry, I can call her at a moment if things get too nasty. Me roots here run deep enough to deter a small gang, maybe even a small army, who knows?"

The spacer punched the large red button that opened the door before sauntering down the loading ramp. Yes, that was Djark, in the flesh and unmistakable. However, James was slightly amused that he was wearing a uniform, he didn't remember that last time. Ah well, it couldn't be helped, could it? He could see the young ward with him, and a host of others beginning to circle around. Some more savory than not.

"Alright, alright, ye break it up, break it up," James shouted, waving his hands around, "unless ye be volunteering to help out, get the feth out. We dun't need a mob and I be plenty willing to fry any looters who get bad ideas."

As the crowd broke up, James chuckled and offered Djark his hand, "Its the day for reunions me thinks," he said with a wink, "Looks like ye be baby sitting this tour, eh? That all the got ye up to or are ye here to press charges on this tin can," he let out a wreath of smoke before leaning in close in mock secrecy, "I keep tellin her to get rid of this junk, but she apparently likes things that dun't work--must be why she keeps me around sometimes."

[member="Niyla Alura"]
[member="Raiyo Tatsuu"]
[member="Cryil Lynn"]

 

[Davin Jusik]

Djark gave a laugh as [member="James Justice"] exited the vessel. He'd very nearly shot the man when he'd reappeared, before noting the face partially hidden behind his crosshairs.

Jack gave a slightly puzzled look as Djark lowered his rifle and met James in the middle with a firm handshake. Giving a slightly curious look to @ Niyla Alura over Jame's shoulder.

"Well this is a hell of a coincidence isn't it? How ya been James? Well, that would depend on what's inside now wouldn't it? Way I see it there has to be some sort of a reason for all this excitement over the ship, or the girl. A reason why ya had to plug that one. Now I could follow procedure and report it in to the local garrison, they'd impound the ship, arrest the lady back there, and hold you briefly before ruling it self defense behind the eye witness accounts of two highly trained government agents. But I don't think anyone would want that, myself or young Jack over there included. I think the better action would be for the three of us to have a little parlay as it were. See what's in everyone's best interest." Djark said with a smile. It wasn't a threat, not really, more of a discussion about cuts. As it were Tatooine happened to fall firmly under TU control, so the real choice was between the lesser of two evils. Because the Union would surely impound the ship pending investigation. Then if.there were a bounty on the Miss or anything worth taking.... the local Viceroy would own a new luxury speeder.

[member="Raiyo Tatsuu"]
[member="Cryil Lynn"]

 

[elirrocks]

Cryil looking around confused at the large group of people that just appeared and slowly backed up. He left his blaster and sniper rifle back on the Eclair and had no weapons to defend himself with. Slowly moving away from the group
"I seemed to have stumbled into a situation I didn't expect and will be leaving now" Trying to sound confident but is clearly uncomfortable about the whole situation.

 

[Raiyo Tatsuu]

Raiyo headed back inside Mos Eisley with the crowd, as the armed man told them to.
He expected him to shoot the other person, who he called [member="James Justice], but they appeared to be friends; then those gungans must've started the fight.

Raiyo walked back to Bay 11 after he picked up the blaster he ordered at the local arms shop; the shopkeeper was terrible.
He didn't like Toydarian's to begin with, and this one was spitting in his face most of the damn time, while trying to convince him that the guns were made of some 'rare' materials and thus the price was raised with 600 caps. That made 1000 for a cheap knock-off blaster!
Raiyo eventually talked him out of it, bringing it down to the original price of 400.

He stepped outside, but something didn't seem... He had the same feeling again, and he was attracted to something at that ship.
Or Someone.
Immediately he got pushed aside by two large figures, he couldn't recognize what, but they seemed angry.
A few more followed, armed with rifles and light armour, ready for a long lasting battle it seemed.
It took a few seconds for Raiyo to realize they were running towards the entrance.. Towards the ship!

[member="cryil Lynn"] [member="Djark Slove"] [member="Niyla Alura"]

 

[Dion Kayl]

Dion arrived on the scene at a jog; he had a carton of Tatooine Reds, the planet's harshest, most popular cigarette, under one arm-- he'd been acquiring them at the captain's request when he saw the spaceship crash, and so had rushed through the crowds around the spaceport. Luckily he'd had nowhere near as much to drink as James; indeed, these days he found he didn't much like the dulling sensation of alcohol, and so consumed no more than one drink at the celebration earlier.

He saw that the captain was indeed there-- standing on the loading ramp of the crashed spaceship and shaking hands with an armed, uniformed individual who had a matching subordinate flanking him. Behind James, on the ship, he could just glimpse a Zeltron woman, and suspected that this was an acquaintance of the captain. The captain had a lot of acquaintances.

Most everyone else in the area had cleared out. The situation seemed pretty calm, yet Dion felt uneasy. He knew just how fast a situation could turn ugly. Dion's cyborg body had just recently been repaired and upgraded in some aspects, so he felt primed for whatever might occur. He was wearing a suit of fresh new ballistic body armor that clung tightly to his muscled frame, so light it felt like his own skin, and he had a pair of two-foot-long vibroblades strapped to his right thigh.

The cyborg stood there in the open, observing the scene from a respectful distance, still holding the carton of cigarettes under his arm. He watched for James to give any indication of danger, and was prepared to spring into action.

[member="James Justice"]
[member="Niyla Alura"]
[member="Djark Slove"]

 

[Raiyo Tatsuu]

Raiyo wasn't strong, but he could take a sprint.
He passed the group of armed men, not noticing him; once again luck was in his favor, allowing him to warn the people at the crash site before them.
Outside of the entrance, Raiyo spotted [member="Dion Kayl"], armed with blades and suited up in armor.

"Another one?.."

Raiyo didn't know how to approach them though, he was very nervous, but he knew those scoundrels could arrive at any given moment.
Even if one of them had a rifle, they would still be outnumbered.. and he wasn't sure if the cyborg was on their side either.. he looked like a cyborg anyway, Raiyo wasn't sure but he just went with it.
He approached [member="Djark Slove"] while collecting all courage to talk, he didn't really like his looks.

"Excuse me sir.. I have something urgent to say.. if I may"

[member="James Justice"] [member="Niyla Alura"]

 

[James Justice]

James laughed and nodded, he offered Djark his flask before realizing he was on duty and in uniform and retracting it. Instead he waved Niyla over, "Chicka, the local law be here, come let's cut a deal."

James was all about bending the rules--when they were justifiable. In fact more than once he had looked for ways to defy laws he held were pointless or had no real bearing to help people. But that didn't make him beligerant or a hate those who meant well. In fact, he had an idea brewing already.

"Mate, here be an idea," James said leaning in slightly closer, "If this all be going away, I think I could help ye too. Me gut says this be gang activity. Truth be told I am sure that ye could afford to see a few less gang members on the street--especially those that deal the guns. If this be going away and ye help us out, I could give ye the name and location of a hub for some of the more elusive dealers," he winked, "though ye didn't hear it from me there might also be more to score than just the weapons in this hub," he shrugged as he leaned back, "but I dun't know if that be something ye be interested in."

He looked back to Niyla, "Ye wanna interject in this parlay, Chicka?"

[member="Raiyo Tatsuu"]
[member="Dion Kayl"]
[member="Cryil Lynn"]
[member="Djark Slove"]
[member="Niyla Alura"]

 

[scarletsurf]

Niyla was in truth a little shocked by all the chaos that had been taking place around her ship, she was a bit naive and upon seeing the law she was ready to jolt-after all she wasn't ready to turn over the multiple illegal items she carried in her ships smuggling compartments.

Though the way James Justice 'played' him gave her another... more indiscreet idea. Sherarely ever used her pheromones, though she knew she easily could, she just never saw a reason.

I can't believe I am doing this... She thought as a raging blush flushed her cheeks. However she was quick to control it as she stepped closer towards [member="Djark Slove"] and [member="James Justice"] "Je seras intervenir, vous remercie James Justice." The words flowed gracefully from her lips, her native tongue seeming natural to her.

Niyla placed her hand upon his back, slowly it crept around him until it found his upper body, in which she laid it there and closely leaned to his face, laying a deadly kiss upon his lips. She projected her zelton pheromones unto him, forcing him to feel at her will, the pheromones were so strong she imagined even James, a fellow inbred zeltron would recognize its scent.

"Comment est cet officier ?" She whispered into his ear, her tongue flashing across the side of his lips as she left him. Niylas body shivered as she thought of what she just did; it wasn't like her at all but she felt that it was the only way they would have gotten out of the spaceport without a thorough check of her ship's cargo.

[member="Raiyo Tatsuu"]
[member="Dion Kayl"]

 

[Davin Jusik]

Djark nodded to [member="James Justice"] in an agreeable fashion as [member="Niyla Alura"] began shifting her way towards him, intent on interrupting a deal that would've ended favorably for both parties. The Zeltron had only just begun to speak and slightly muddle the soldier's mind when [member="Raiyo Tatsuu"] interrupted and drew his attention to both [member="Dion Kayl"] and the group of angry looking armed men rapidy approaching the entire group.

"Jack!" Djark yelled at the Pvt before flipping his rifle about to face the incoming beings. Jack followed in motion and as they bore down on them one of thugs made a mistake, brandishing a weapon in the direction of Jack, who immediately put three neat blaster burns in the Twilek's chest. Djark then reached for [member="Raiyo Tatsuu"] 's collar with the intention of pulling the being who'd had the courtesy to warn him of impending danger behind a nearby stack of crates that Djark would be using as cover.

"What are we doing here James?" Djark shouted to [member="James Justice"], the adrenaline and instinct largely pushing the Zeltron's trickery out of his mind as he returned fire on the very angry looking confederation of thugs. He certainly wouldn't be letting her near him again.

 

[Raiyo Tatsuu]

Pulled behind a stack of crates, Raiyo grabbed the blaster from his holster, adrenaline pumping through his body; It has been the first time he came into a firefight, and he wasn't very expierenced with firearms either.

He saw [member="Djark Slove"], who pulled him behind cover, take up his rifle, commanding what seemed to be his partner to do the same.
Jack, or so he was called, shot down a twi'lek, and was prepared for the next shot; Djark was shouting at [member="James Justice"] and Raiyo prepared himself to shoot back at the numerous thugs that came running down the gate, only to be pinned down by Jack.

He managed to hit one in the chest, leaving him mourning in pain, but not causing enough damage to finish him off; aiming for the head or heart resulted in a miss and what he hit wasn't very lethal either.
Raiyo blamed the gun, being a cheap knock-off with less to no range, wasting alot of ammo while using it.

"This ain't working...

[member="Niyla Alura"] [member="Dion Kayl"]

 

[Ashalah Ky]

The second she heard the sound of gunfire, Ash sprang into action. She had been waiting in Horizon One for [member="Raiyo Tatsuu"]'s return, but it seemed things had gotten a bit out of hand from the sound of it. She hurried to the gangplank. By the time she reached it, she already had her twin blaster pistols out and at the ready. A group of thugs appeared, running forward with blasters and vibroblades. Ash pulled the triggers.

One. Two. Three. Four. All down in quick succession. "Raiyo!" She yelled to her companion, the barrels still smoking from their shots. She stayed on the plank, having the slightly higher ground as a vantage point. "I'm not with you for five minutes and this is what happens?" Two more shots brought the demises of two gang members. "Just what in karken's name is going on?"

[member="Raiyo Tatsuu"]