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Ringmaster
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.