Faction The Die Is Cast (OPA & pals)

[Sinestra]

You receive an emergency alert, through any means, that a massive terrorist attack is imminent on the world of Bespin. An encrypted holomessage from the perpetrator to the OPA reveals a number on a dice.

Spoiler: The Die is Cast

Zef Halo Roll: [5] Result: 5

A charge explodes in one of the hundreds of repulsor generators holding the main platform of Cloud City. The ground shakes, the platform slightly tilts. Panic ensues.

Heroes, come together.

--

Rumpled shirt, messy hair, unshaved face and a stench of alcohol and cigarettes meant Jude had been on one of his few days off when the emergency alert brought him to the ad-hoc formed crisis response unit in the administrative control center of Cloud City.

"What the hell is this?" the agent growled at the number appearing on the holotable.

"We don't know." one of the others replied. "We received intel through the grapevine that something's big about to-"

No one could hear what was said next as an explosion rocked the whole city toppling everyone on the ground.

"Call in everyone, damn it!" Falkrowe barked at the rest as plaster rained down on his face. "Find what the kark is happenin'!"

 

[Jacquetta Janvrin]

Luckily for Bespin (maybe), the Jammy Bastard was in drydock on Cloud City for extensive repairs to the coolant system. That meant that Jacquetta Janvrin was there, too. She held a coffee cup in one hand and her datapad in the other, and was in conversation with the foreman of the crew about the progress being made when a rumble ran through the city. A moment later, with a colossal groan, the city tilted to one side, throwing everyone and everything not secured out of their places.

"What the hell?" JJ gasped, grunting in pain as the scalding coffee rapidly cooled in her sweater. She pulled herself to her feet, instinctively shucking her sweater and leaving it in a coffee-soaked mess on the deck, and helped the foreman, who she had landed on, to his feet.

The screen in JJ's datapad had cracked when she slammed it against a shelving unit, but it was still functioning and flashed an alert. It was a coded signal, but the instructions were clear. "I have to go," said Jacquetta to the foreman. She glanced at the Jammy Bastard, which thanks to its magclamps, was still in its place. "Take care of her. I'll be back as soon as I can." She scooped up her backpack and slung it over her tank top and leaned up into the open ramp and shouted: "Wyn, did you die?"

Wynter Rackham

 

[Wynter Rackham]

One Wynter Rackham came rolling down the ramp.

And landed in a heap in front of J's feet.

"...I dunno, maybe." He mumbled in pain. Trying his best to crawl back to his feet. Slumping down again instead. "A hand will ya?" If Jacquetta Janvrin had a heart she'd help him up. Otherwise with a lot of whining Wynter would finally find his way up in the air again himself. "The kark was that?" As they set off into a walk he tried to stretch.

Then grimaced as something at his back whined back.

"Also, I thought we were getting coffee, what happened to that?" Deciding not to notice Janvrin's shirt covered in coffee smudges. Mostly because that was convenient. It let him talk chit, while worrying. The people all around them were panicking. Made sense. When you don't know what is happening what is the first sentient (human) reaction?

Run around like a chicken without a head.

That was probably insulting for any Apokkan.

A chirp on his watch. The same message JJ got, which made him sigh. "Really? Now? Well, at least we are here already. Hope you got your guns cleaned this time." Murmured to her as he started looking through his pockets for his spectacles. Really... really praying they didn't shatter again from falling. Then rolling off the ramp.

Sinestra​

 

[Shira Varanin]

CLOUD CITY SENTINELS HQ

There were three kinds of people on Cloud City. Type one learned to ignore that they were effectively living, walking, sleeping, and working on empty air, a platform that could fall at any moment. Type two couldn't get to that mental state, couldn't discipline themselves for whatever reason. Type two never lasted long. Type three acclimatized just fine, but still kept a repulsor belt under their pillow. CCS hired type three exclusively, courtesy of an interview question and a couple of telepaths who could distinguish between prepared and unprepared answers to the question in question.

Shira strapped on her belt as she burst out of the bunkroom. A lurch like that transcended 'atmo turbulence' and 'beldon in rut' and went straight to 'real problem with the city's repulsorlifts.' The HQ was dead quiet, everyone out on assignment. She headed for the info centre, not just because it ought to tell her what was going on, but because it had a large breakable window.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

She rolled over and stared at the light blinking on the data pad. Considering the hour someone had better be in trouble. Reaching out she groped for the pad bringing it close to her face to see what it said.

Attack here on Bespin...........what else is new. What's the third time this week? Rekha dropped the datapad taking a deep breath she struggled out of bed and began the process of waking up and getting her stuff together. No one was going to shoot up Bespin again this week.

"CAF!" She said to no one, it was the nudge she needed to get going.

She had closed the Underground just a few hours ago...she thought.

"Need to teach the invaders how to tell time" She headed to the refresher.

 

[Eldin Daine]

The place was a mess, debris and bodies everywhere, and the whole place was silent, that was the state Eldin had left the Solstice Vine in when he walked out the doors. Daylight pierced his eyes, he raised his arm to shield them it was too early for morning or was it afternoon? it mattered not. All that mattered was he had escaped the night and those visions again. He needed a shave, shower and change of clothes. His black suit was rumbled and white shirt was missing buttons and was hanging loose to the waist. Eldin had drank himself sober, at least that is what he believed as he walked along the street heading back to his hole in the wall apartment. Nothing on his mind apart from a cigar, he pulled out the pack of long thin sticks and popped one in his mouth and was about to light it when suddenly the sidewalk decided to change angle. Maybe he did have more alcohol in his system than he realised, as his feet took him on a sideways angle and before he fell over he grabbed at a street light pole.

Bespin city authorities should do something about those wobbly sidewalks.

As he leaned his back on the pole, a shaking hand lit the cigar and he decided to stay put because the angle of the sidewalk had not changed and he would be walking up hill. His legs were not ready for that, nor where his eyes ready for the glaring light bouncing off the metal of a speeder parked across the street, he dropped down his black shades over his eyes. For some reason the people around him were far more energetic today, running in all directions and some screaming which his brain did not appreciate, they too had fallen victim to the wobbly sidewalk, and as he watched them his mind started to recall that this sidewalk had never been this way before, he had walked it plenty of time to know.

A second explosion cut above the screams, before more screams followed and the sidewalk sifted again this time coming up to his face and hitting him hard. Eldin found himself on the ground, cigar broken in his mouth and feet running passed him. "Wha's goin' on?". He heard a woman screaming 'Bespin is falling run for your lives'. Maybe he had not escaped the nightmares after all.

With the help of the pole he managed to right himself again, grabbed a passerby by the arm, "Wha's happened?". In among the shrill voice, something about explosions and attacks and Bespin falling into the abyss. It was time to head to the control centre and find out for himself. The walls were very useful Eldin discovered, helped him make his way in that direction and stopped him from sliding off the side of Bespin.

Sinestra | Shira Varanin | Rekha Kaarde | Wynter Rackham | Jacquetta Janvrin

 

[Koushou Mito]

Generally, Mito liked Bespin. It was like a really REALLY big nestship without a thousand other Nezumi giving disapproving looks.

Well, so far as Mito had seen, there weren't ANY other Nezumi but the point stood.

Bespin was a great edifice of durasteel and repulsor lifts with lots of nooks and crannies and air ducts that made travel and staying under the radar quite easy to do. People lost things all the time, so as long as Mito was careful she didn't usually attract undue attention. And when she did? With a zip and a flick she was gone again. Sometimes with the desired tchotchke- and sometimes with empty paws.

The little Nezumi had set up a nice little nest for herself between the walls on one of the middecks. Not far from several tap cafes and a restaurant, and only a level below a line of residential spaces, she had everything she could possibly want at the tips of her claws. For her? Everything always seemed to be humming and shaking, rattled about by the footsteps of droids and Too-Bigs.

But when the first explosion shuddered through Cloud City, Mito's rather large ears went up, swiveling back and forth, and her whiskers quivered.

She didn't know what it was other than 'out of the ordinary'. And Mito LIKED out of the ordinary.

It meant people paid less attention and it was easier to take the things she liked. Tugging a little poncho over her head, head shaking as her ears popped through the hole, she grabbed up a small shoulder sack and scurried off. Toward the noise, toward the chaos.

Hopefully, toward good things to bring back with her at the end of the day.

Assuming, Cloud City was still around by then.

 

[Jacquetta Janvrin]

Jacquetta crouched down -- a task in itself, given the list of the deck -- and helped Wynter to his feet. "Dunno what, exactly," she answered coolly as they set off in a walk. "Boss is like to know more than I do," she mused. "But whatever it is, it's something to do with the repulsorlifts. Easy to forget this city is one gigantic idling speeder." She slapped the door control and hiked through the opening. It was hard to walk in any direction but down towards the tilt. Her ankles were already sore from being held at awkward angles, but they had to proceed.

"We need a speeder," said JJ as they picked their way across the debris-strewn corridor. Benches and planters were overturned, and people were looking around and shuffling towards the exits, clearly confused and frightened. She wanted to help them, but there were more pressing matters to deal with. Like the sinking sensation in her stomach, the rushing sensation that seemed to indicate that even when she was standing still, she was moving.

They left the corridor behind and crossed the spaceport's large central lobby, more scenes of pandemonium in their wake. They came to the taxi rank outside, where she went to what was clearly a civilian trying to steal a speeder. "Step aside, citizen," she commanded, making her voice slightly deeper than average. "This is a... police matter."

"So?" asked the man, looking at JJ and Wynter dubiously. "Are you the police? You got a badge?"

"Sure do," she said and drew her blaster from her waistband behind her. "Here it is." She waved it menacingly. "Walk away now. Or run." When they were alone, she turned to Wyn and tucked her blaster back away. "You want to drive?"

Wynter Rackham | Sinestra​

 

[Sinestra]

The dice roll number on the screen changed. Every chatter in the control center was cut, replaced by tense silence.

Spoiler: The Die is Cast

Dice MaidenBOTYesterday at 6:48 PM
Zef Halo Roll: [3] Result: 3

Nothing happened.
--

Until someone crashed through the window and everyone in the room went for whatever weapon had under their hands. Jude ended up with his cigarette pack ready to be thrown. A moment later he dropped his hand feeling like an idiot before asking:

"Who the hell is this?!"

"Knight Shira Varanin of the Cloud City Sentinels." Como, an ORION agent, sighed in relief and waved at the others to drop their weapons.

"Who?"

"A friendo."

"Well, anyway, chief. We've gotta get every OPA asset out there pullin' in their weight." Jude said and lit up a cigarette. A droid conveniently passed by leaving in front of him a mug of hot steaming caf. No sugar, no milk. "The explosive hit the repulsors holdin' the damn city. Send out orders through all channels - those with ships to start evacuating the populace, the rest to get their asses down on the lower levels of the city - start finding and disabling explosives."

"And the perpetrator?"

"Comes after." Jude replied. "We gotta save Cloud City first."

Como nodded and the orders were relayed to all OPA-aligned assets through encrypted channels.

"Hon, you got anythin' useful to share after crashing through the damn window or what?" Jude turned to the white-haired sentinel. Anything the agent could use for tackling this extreme issue was welcomed.

Jacquetta Janvrin Wynter Rackham Shira Varanin Eldin Daine Koushou Mito Rekha Kaarde​

 

[Wynter Rackham]

"Oh, no, ain't easy at all. Every single time I find myself 'ere I struggle to forget." Wyn drawled lightly as they walked. Aimlessly at first, Wynter felt, until she pitched up about a speeder. He was about to ask why. Like... okay, Wynter knew she was a fancy ass agent of some kind. Why did the Outer Planet Alliance have agents anyway?

It ain't like they were a government.

Made little sense to him, but hey! He wasn't in the government-building business anyway. "So, why do we-" And then she commandeered a speeder. Brows rose up ... and Wynter took a step back. Just a little one. It made perfect sense to do so, no? She was the boss cop 'ere.

So to speak. No point in trying to interfere and on the off-chance this went south? The first bullet wouldn't be caught by his face. After all, Wynter liked his face very much. Once JJ turned around, she'd just about catch Wyn taking a step back in. Too late not to be noticed, of course. An apologetic grin there, but he didn't apologize otherwise.

Why would he do that? She obviously had everything in hand.

"Yeah, sure, I was always a better rider than you were." He murmured there with a grin a mile long. "Where to, miss cop?" Spectacles were pushed up his nose. A tap of his watch and their routes synced. Oh lordly lord, the headquarters. The nerve center. Sure, strictly speaking he was in good with the OPA. His ship was always ready to ferry them back an' forth. It still made his back itch. Didn't matter that once upon a time they were all just smugglers and rebels fighting for a bigger wallet.

He stepped on. Tapped his glasses and vroom vroom.

Time to call knockin' and see what all this ruckus was about. It would be difficult enough to ride this thing with all the shaking though.

Jacquetta Janvrin Shira Varanin @Eldin Dain Koushou Mito Rekha Kaarde Sinestra​

 

[Eldin Daine]

It took a while, but he got there, standing opposite the control centre on the street he sucked in air to his lungs and pushed off the wall. Walking at a sharp angle to the road surface, like walking against the wind, his hands reached out for the doors and opened them. Once inside he was faced with the small ‘climb’ along the corridors. By now, with all this exercise, Eldin had sobered up and in it’s place a roaring hunger, man he could kill a burger and a beer.

He managed to get to the door of the main room, the sound of breaking glass tinkled as it hit a floor, nothing like the sound of breaking glass, something soothing about it, lyrical and pleasant. Raised voices did not fit well with that thought. Hand on the handle of the door it opened .. outward and Eldin found himself swinging and sliding but he did not let go.

“Feck, who decided to have the door open outward”, don’t they always open inward? Righting himself once more, he climbed into the room to a sea of faces all as disgruntled as himself. He clipped the end of the conversation, explosions and explosives, lower levels and getting blown up.

But not on an empty stomach. Someone had left behind their lunch sitting on a bench in the room, which Eldin made a bee line for. The first bite is always the bliss and he savoured it for the moment before swallowing and taking another, it tasted stale, but he didn’t care.

“So, lets go then”, he said with a muffled mouth full of sandwich. He noticed Shira in the room and flash her his trademark winning smile.


Jacquetta Janvrin | Sinestra | Shira Varanin | Wynter Rackham | Koushou Mito | Rekha Kaarde

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[Shira Varanin]

CONTROL CENTER
Sinestra Eldin Daine

Shira checked her repulsor belt 's battery life and sagged against the side of a data panel. "I got a decent look at the base of the smoke plume on my way down here. There's an active fire down there. I'm no expert on Cloud City systems but I'd wager if the fire spreads, more repulsor cells are at risk. We should move right now. Anyone know yet whether this was intentional or an accident?"

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

The news holo was up the color from the screen filled the room giving it an eerie tint like some old horror holo she had watched where Darth Vader came back to life as a ghost leading a squadron of zombie clones.

She was blinking and moving right up until the report said, "there's been an explosion' This got Rekha's attention. She nodded as if acknowledging what was being said.

No more fooling around time get going.

20 minutes later the barkeep came up freshly dressed, damp, and ready to get going.

"LILA?"

Rekha looked around, oh no she was gone. What day was it? Feth feth...she grabbed a calender........NO...the excursion to Cloud City was today. Feth. Her heart jumped adrenaline shot through her as she grabbed her blaster from the table, and ran for the door.

"STAR come to me" The beck and call to her ship would bring it the landing pad outside the bar and from there she'd would cross over to Cloud City.

All she could think about was Lila the kid was important to her, hell she loved her like her own blood, if anything happened there'd be hell to pay.

Landing Pad 112 just below the miner's quarters from there Rekha ran through halls and tunnels to get to the lift to take her to the City Level. Ugnaughts moved out of the way wondering what was wrong with the usually care free brunette.

Rekha pulled one of them close, "Where was the explosion!"

He pointed and she ran.

Shira Varanin | Eldin Daine | Sinestra | Wynter Rackham | Jacquetta Janvrin Koushou Mito

 

[Jacquetta Janvrin]

"Thanks for your support," Jacquetta said dryly as she noticed Wyn had backed away from the potential altercation. "Don't you think a speeder is easier than walking anywhere on a tilted surface? I can only speak for myself, but my ankles aren't built for this kind of pressure in the long term." She ducked into the airspeeder and scooted across to the passenger seat, then took out her datapad and instantly began tapping away.

"That isn't my recollection," JJ responded, not looking up from her screen, although her lips did twitch up at the edges in the beginnings of an enigmatic smile. "Listen, I'm going to deputize you for this because I trust that you have good intentions. Well, that may be overstating things. I trust that you don't have bad intentions, and if something is going on with the repulsors we're going to need every hand we can get. So when we get where we're going, be cool. Don't be all, like, uncool."

But it wasn't to be; a priority signal came across her datapad. Orders were to use ships, if available, to evacuate. If no ship, head to the bowels of the city to assess the situation and aid with repairs. She signaled acceptance of the orders to Sinestra and provided a status update as the speeder soared over the cityscape. "Change of plans," JJ told Wyn. "Are you packing?" she asked as she changed the destination in the system, a power station with access to the undercity. "I mean packing a gun. A blaster. A literal blaster," she clarified hastily, a smirk coloring her voice with humor. "We're to head into the undercity and I don't know what we might face down there, but I'd feel better knowing we'll be able to shoot whatever we find if we need to."

Wynter Rackham | Koushou Mito | Sinestra | Eldin Daine | Shira Varanin | Rekha Kaarde​

 

[Koushou Mito]

There was.....

Honestly it was an awful lot of running wasn't it?

Once Mito popped out of the little hole at the bottom of the wall, she immediately flattened herself against it as feet stampeded past. Eyes wide, ears quivering, she looked up in time to see a foot coming down AT her and she bolted.

Dodging and zipping along the hallway, over this foot and barely under that foot- one clipped her on the rump which brought a yelp and sent the little Nezumi spinning wildly across the hallway only bump up against the opposite wall. Breathing heavily, she just stayed there, staring at the ceiling for a moment before jumping up again and looking around. A long furred wookiee went striding past and she reached out, grabbing a fistful of ankle hair and letting the Wookiee plow a path through the panicking populace. Unnoticed for now, she scrambled up to about knee height and snagged a Rodian's pant leg.

Continuing that way, she moved, from person to person, pants to belt to bandoleer to suspenders- and, as it happened, rifling through open and loose enough pockets as she went. She didn't take much- a credit chit here, a battery there. Things that could fit easily into the sack over her shoulder. Ending up perched on someone's back pack, she stood on herhind legs, over looking everything for a moment. It wasn't that NO ONE noticed her. But the people that did generally had bigger problems than a weird creature using their belt loop for a second before leaping onto the next person again.

She judged another jump, and ended up misjudging it- rather badly in fact- as the human male ( Eldin Daine ) grappled with an outswinging door instead of moving the way she was expecting him to. She landed a touch too hard on the floor with an ooph, only managing to just scurry inside behind him. The door swung shut and-

Mito was held up with a JERK.

A small squeak came from the bottom of the door. Her tail was stuck. She tugged at it with no avail. Dark eyes looked up but there wasn't much to be done.

She was stuck. And there were a bunch of VERY TOO BIGS all looking very busy and important. Mito tugged, a little faster at her tail. Look up at the Too Bigs. Tug tug tug. Look up. Tug. A little more frantic with each passing moment. Only a matter of time till they went stampeding out with the rest of the big folks and she'd have to be ready to MOVE once the door opened enough to free her tail so she wouldn't get stepped on.

Wait. What were they talking about? Ears pricked up. Plume of smoke? FIRE??

TUG TUG TUG

Control room: Shira Varanin Sinestra Eldin Daine
Everyone else: Rekha Kaarde Wynter Rackham Jacquetta Janvrin

 

[Wynter Rackham]

Riding with: Jacquetta Janvrin
Heading towards: The Depths of Bespin Hell
Allies: Apparently, Shira Varanin Eldin Daine Sinestra since deputized
Others: Rekha Kaarde Koushou Mito

Things were going well.

No blaster shots to his face. Wind in his hair and Janvrin next to him. Like ol' times ... mostly, sorta. It was great. Until suddenly he cocked his head and realized what she was saying. "Wait, wait, wait. Deputized? Me?" A swallow there as he swerved the airspeeder to the right. Taking one of the exit tunnels deeper into the station. These were the cargo paths. Hauling up the refined gas from below into the ports, bringing down parts to fix the derelict installation when necessary.

These tunnels were ancient.

Here before he had been born. They would presumably be here long after he passed. If they did their job right anyway. A reminder of this was another explosion deep in the guts of the station.

"Look, JJ, I always aim to please, but we both know I ain't cut out for this." Tapping his belt, where a revolver was holstered. "Sure, I got the goods. Always. The moment you start talking deputies my skin be itching, ya know this."

It had presumably been what finally split them apart.

All fun and games, until Stevey Law came a-round. It didn't matter though. He could come up with a dozen and dozen reasons. She just did that stiff upperlip of hers and that was that. He never won these arguments with her. It's probably why Wyn usually just left. Eventually- after six more swerves and having to skip past a gap, they finally got to an access point.

The moment Wynter stepped out?

He knew something was wrong. A bunch of burly guards collapsed near the point. Guns holstered, heavy iron pipes on the ground. Blood. Dark and pitch black in the shadows.

"Careful," Wyn murmured. Already unclipping the holster, revolver at the ready. "Better tell ya pals from ORION. We got dead guards here. Got a light for us?" Moments later the flashlight lit up. Illuminating and showing more signs of destruction. The door to the maintenance pipes was wrenched off its hinges.

This was bad.

Wynter wasn't made for this chit. A smuggler, NOT a soldier. Sadly this time he couldn't casually swivel backwards while JJ was handling things. Because right now she was behind him.

Probably on purpose so he couldn't retreat.

That lil' chit.

 

[Sinestra]

Spoiler: The Die is Cast

Dice MaidenBOTToday at 8:48 AM
Zef Halo Roll: [5] Result: 5

The number on the screen changed. An explosion immediately rocked Cloud City sideways. Items and furniture flew from windows, along with people. Casualties increased.

--

"Think that answers your question, darlin'" he replied through gritted teeth as he stood back up from the ground.

"Fethin' hell, we're gonna die!" the local ORION analyst, a techy geek, screeched.

"Shut it, Rover." Como growled at the analyst. "Who the hell is this guy?"

Jude turned to see at who Como was looking at. Eldin Daine . Drunk and disorderly.

"Why the hell is he eating my sandwich?!" Como pulled back his sleeves angrily.

"W-what?" Jude raised an eyebrow. "I don't care, damn it. Daine, Shira - get down th-"

"Jay, I've tracked the signal triggering the explosions!" Rover spun on his chair. "The spaceport!"

"Is that certain?!" Jude asked seriously. "Shit, it's a karkin' mess there, right now. Full of people. Kark, kark, kark. Ugh. Janvrin is heading down to the repulsors so hopefully she can find a way to disable 'em explosives. Shira, Eldin - y'all need to get to the spaceport and find the perp. Now. We'll keep in touch with you soon as we get more info. Unless y'all got a better idea."

Falkrowe was no expert at crisis management but he believed if he put a team after the perp and a team after the explosives, one would be bound to succeed and eliminate the threat.

Unless both karkin' failed.

"What the hell is that?" Jude's attention was caught by something stuck in the doorway. "Is that a karkin' mouse? Y'all don't clean here or somethin'?"

"On it, bossmang." Como muttered and cursed underneath his breath as he took off his shoes.

"Como, what-" Jude blinked as the man hurled his shoes one after the other at the mouse.

What the kark?

Shira Varanin Wynter Rackham Jacquetta Janvrin Rekha Kaarde Koushou Mito

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

The city shifted the ground beneath her feet seemed to move she had no choice but to try and balance herself or fall to the ground. Her green eyes scanned ahead and around, how hard is it to spot a blue teenage twi'lek in this mess?

Her heart was hurting she couldn't lose the kid. As soon as she felt the city sit down she began running again. The shopping area, the small history museum, she knew Lila would be there. What she saw made everything else hurt...

"LILA!" No one heard her and no one answered. Feth feth feth...all she could think of were the swear words that she so easily reverted to when stress started to take her calm.

It was raining debris she looked up trying to figure out whatever she could.

"this is insane" she said to no one, "Lila.." she whispered...oh god don't let anything have happened.

Then there were screams Rekha instead of going away headed towards them. The small crowd was tugging on a large corner of something that had fallen from above, Rekha got in there and began helping to pull, "Come on all together..1 2 3 PULL!!"

Sinestra | Shira Varanin | Wynter Rackham | Jacquetta Janvrin | Koushou Mito

 

[Eldin Daine]

By the time anyone noticed him, Eldin was licking his fingers having finished the sandwich. “Needs more mayo”, he said to himself mainly. Suddenly, another explosion threw him sideways to the floor, and he hit his head on something unforgiving and it hurt like hell. Now he was sobering up, he felt it.

Jude was losing his chit.

“What?”, like all of this mess was his fault. He was about to scramble to his feet when shoes started flying, zinging passed his face toward the door. Initially, Eldin thought he was the intended target, but it was then he noticed the mouse trapped by the door. Poor thing. “Haven’t we got bigger things to worry about?”. These guys have got to get their priorities right.

“Starport, perps, on it”, he brushed his hand on his jacket, checked his pistols were still attached to his hip and loaded, and he was ready. Not really sure if Shira was preparing to go, and she could catch up unless her plans had changed. Eldin made for the door, looked down and the mouse, “There you go”, he said as the small creature’s tail was released.

The trip back up the corridor, was not any less easy with sobriety, if anything harder to navigate the slope. And once back in the street, people were in more of a state of panic. People attempting to use transport wound up smashing into poles or walls and making a hell of a mess. It was actually very dangerous out here now.

Local authorities were at their wits end, and stretched to the limits. But surely, there was have had to be some contingency plan in place for such an event as this, in a place that hangs in the sky. Or was this it?

The starport was some ways off, walking was slow and hard going and frustration was leading him to think about other means of getting there. Although speeders were a dangerous option, it was looking more and more like the only option. So, he stole one.

The approached to the starport ceased, a traffic jam as everyone was heading that way, trying to find a way off Bespin. He had to walk the rest of the way and push through the thickening crowds of panic. How the hell was he going to find perps in all this.


Sinestra | Shira Varanin | Wynter Rackham | Jacquetta Janvrin | Koushou Mito | Rekha Kaarde