Private The Man with the Golden Gun

[Damian Starchaser]

Clink. Glass collided in the air as men and women celebrated. The yacht held high over the cityscape of the planet. Assembled was the peerage of the planet, the men and women who made things work. It was a larger collection of crooks and villains than in prison, still Damian smiled and nodded politely forcing his cheeks red and eyes to dilate. Yup he was just a drunk fashion executive, nothing out of place here, nothing to see.

“Oh,” a woman called, “you must absolutely try these,” she poked at a piece of food with a toothpick lifting the morsel into the air and feeding Damian. It reminded him of past events, but he suppressed the memory and feelings along with it. Compartmentalized.

Damian swallowed hard. “Pardon me darling, I’m feeling a bit dyspeptic,”

Making his way to the read of the ship he found the refresher. From his pockets he pulled out a silver datapad stylist, a lighter, a cufflink, and a small case. Together he combined these items to make a holdout blaster pistol. Damian checked the stun setting as he pocketed the weapon and left the refresher. He smiled at the various patrons he passed and loitered by the staircase down. A nod to a few servers who passed by and when an opening presented itself he darted down the stairs. Bustling activity followed as wait staff moved to and fro. Damian weaved through the group with confidence. He was meant to be here, he belonged.

After a minute through the kitchen he moved into a server room at the back and placed the device into the computer banks. Data began to download and gave him a beep after a long minute to indicate it had been finished. Now for the credits.

Toward the rear was an office, inside would be credits in a case, bribe money meant for various deals. With the records he had the proof he needed but he wanted to get the cash out of corrupt hands. The office wasn’t nearly as well guarded as it should be, Damian pulled his pistol and entered expecting a guard. What he wasn’t expecting was a dead man and a pilfered safe.

Something strange had happened. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a bit of gold, a blaster, and felt a bolt smash into his back. His suit absorbed the impact bue he tumbled a bit nearer the body. Crime Lord, his target. Damn. That was a weeks of work and setup down the drain.

He stood up and turned to see a Herglic standing over him. The large orca cracked his knuckles and approached as Damian turned bringing two goliath sized fists down onto his body. Damian did what any man would when a ton of meat smashed against them… he collapsed. He needed to recover, and quickly, so he did what he was taught; Damian used the force.

Power came into his muscle and gave him speed to roll away from the vicious stomp directed at him. Legs rotated and twisted in the air until he found himself on his feet. From there he stared at the Herglic goon who came in with another swing. Damian ducked dodging the blod and closing for a punch. As his fist connected exactly what you think would happen when a sub two hundred pound man strikes a one ton whale person happened; Damians fist thudded ineffectual against the blubbery hide.

“I don’t suppose we can talk about this?” The Herglic shook his head with a smile broadening on his face. “Yeah didn't think so.” Damian reached for his wrist and activated the laser cutter on his watch. The red beam arched into the herglics flesh causing him to scream out in pain as he was burned.

For his part Damian ran, nimbly jumping around the creature and heading toward the… two more goons, a Rodian and a Devoran appeared cutting off his escape route. Time to improvise.

Damian turned to see a porthole, a circular window to the outside. Turning he started to run straight at it, his hand outstretched. First the watch did it work burning a few holes around the frame and then as he was within a meter he used the force. Pushing with mental might he broke the frame and sent it flying as his body corkscrewed into the air and through the hole…

Now he was falling, the flying yacht in the air behind him. Looking down at the water below he smiled and moved into a diving pose. Even if he hit the water like this he’d break his arms. No he needed to be more clever. As he fell he focused once more on his body strengthening the bones and muscles with the force and before he hit the surface he pushed against the water softening the impact.

Still it hurt as he splashed into the water.

Spoiler: title

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Damian came out of the water and looked up at the skimmer boat waiting for him. He'd asked Kana and Kyra to follow behind the crime lords yacht in case of a situation like this. Pulling himself out and onto the deck of the boat he examined the blaster burn in his suit and frowned. "It was a setup," he said briefly looking between his niece and former master. Quickly he started to strip into a bathing suit as a security skimmer zoomed into sight. He threw the suit into a nearby box and stepped over to the fishing line and began to reel the line in. "Someone had gotten to the credits before me, and took a shot at me. A man with a golden gun...."


Kana Truden Kyra Perl

 

[Kana Truden]

Kyra Perl // Damian Starchaser

“I mean, I didn’t mention any names.” Kana said and twirled her glass, shrugged, and downed the rest of her drink. “I’m sure there are plenty of other Zeltrons on Kashyyyk, right? Could have been anyone of those!”

Something told her there weren’t a whole lot of them there and that she had in fact messed up. Besides, how was she supposed to know the world was so small as to have her once-Padawan be the uncle of the girl she had been talking about at the time. It went to explain his cat-like grin but that just struck her as the kid’s default facial expression, like the reverse of a resting nexu face.

Kana brushed her jumpsuit and looked over towards the ship. Almost as if on cue there was a big hole blown in it, and no sooner than she knew any better Damien was already right back aboard and getting changed. Her hand moved to cover the side of her face as she turned away.

“Damien, do you always have to—” She exhaled with a long sigh before she looked over at the incoming boats. “Really?!”

The master gave the kid, her kid, a look of genuine disbelief.

“Master, it will be fun. Come on, master, it will be fine. I broke you out of prison once, Master. It’s a quick in-and-out job, Master.” She mocked and groaned before she stepped up to the line Damien was reeling in.

“Don’t suppose those boats are—”

A blaster bolt flew past her field of view and into the water by their side.

“They are. Great.”

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra pouted, crossing her arms and leaving Damian to crawl in on his own. "Seeeeeeeeeeeeee, I toooooooold you you needed me in there!" She protested, kicking at some rope as a shot hit the water. "If I was there we coulda had it! Now look at this mess, they shootin'!" The padawan held up her hand, a sudden force field erupting at Damian's back.

Light rippled across it like fireworks as it ate a shot meant for his head.

She huffed, letting it drop.

She turned to Kana, chastising. "This is why you don't tell other peoples business! Now we gotta make a new plan!" The usually cheerful girl was echoing Kana's own grumpy agitation, a concept Damian would be more than familiar with by now. Kyra echoed what was around her. Growing empath and all.

She crossed her arms, jutting out her hips. "I'm not driving."

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Damian flopped onto the boat as Kyra put up a shield stopping a few errant blaster bolts. “Excessive force. Not very good police…” he said under his breath. Then he noticed Kyra’s comment and the grumpy little expression on her face. Pulling close he smiled and pinched at her nose with two fingers laughing a little bit.

“Remember those are the authorities. Minimum force unless you want to be on a most wanted list. We don’t want to end up on any lists, I’ve been on them and would rather not be there again.”

Taking his soggy jacket off the ground he wiped it with his hand and tossed it over Kyra “Wear that,” he said. Armored protection. He had to make sure she was safe and while the soaked jacket wouldn’t be comfortable… it would be safe.

Standing at the controls of the skimmer Damian looked back and waved at the police skimmers coming in blasters already opening up on them. A jerk of the handle set the vehicle zooming straight at breakneck speeds.

He knew two things; One he was faster than the police skimmers even if it wasn’t by much, and two that they only had to get to a planetary district that wasn’t as corrupt. His hope, or educated guess, was that only so many officers were bought off. It was a good guess, why bother paying more people than you have to afterall?

Water sprayed behind them as as the boats followed. Damian pulled a blaster out and tossed it behind him. It was his trusty stun blaster he’d had since he was a kid. “No lightsabers,” he said to Kyra and Kana. Okay so they could probably get away with using them but what was the sense of giving away that piece of information.

Kana Truden Kyra Perl

 

[Kana Truden]

Kyra Perl // Damian Starchaser

Wear this, wear that, it’s a hydrodynamic bodysuit, Kana. In many regards she was glad that it was no longer she who got the impromptu fashion advice. Didn’t mean she wouldn’t feel sorry for Kyra, but only to the extent that Kana was thankful it wasn’t her. The skimmer set off and Kana stumbled forward before she got her balance back with an almost indignant scoff.

“Don’t suppose we could go back to when I was left unawares of your escapades and somehow acted unknowing decoy?” Kana groaned as she approached the rear of the boat. “And I know, no lightsabers. This isn’t rocket science, Damian, it’s crime.”

The ‘I am getting too old for this kriff’ hung in the air as Kana caught the blaster that Damian had thrown her way. Anger was, for a brief moment, replaced with nostalgia as she looked at the gun. With a quiet ‘aww’ at the realization that it was the same gun they had used for years now, Kana quickly shook herself out of it and re-entered her bitter-old-woman mode.

They were far away enough that there was no real danger, right? Kana didn’t have to shoot, right? A blaster bolt flew past her head and the master recoiled in surprise. So much for that whole wishful thinking thing.

With yet another sigh she raised her hand by her waist and began to dig deep. Pockets of air gathered in the wind before she tore it down against the surface of the water before one of the two skims that followed them. It was a partial success. With the ripple of the waves she could see the boat get thrown to its side and with it someone fell overboard. Their partner being as thoughtful as they were had to slow down and turn to pick them back up again.

“Huh, so that still works.” Kana said and looked down at her hands. “Cool.”

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra crinkled her nose at Damian's affections, fully aware that he was trying to disperse her mood by imparting his own! Wasn't gonna work!

She slipped on his jacket without protest, grumbling ever so slightly less as he started driving them out. "Yeaaah, Damian, it's crime," Kyra echoed after Kana, giving him hell just for the fun of it as she braced herself along the decking. No lightsabers, he ordered. Well okay, then what was she suppose to use?

She watched him toss Kana a blaster, then looked expectantly his way, waiting for hers. Her mouth opened in betrayal as it never came, but the shot zinging between Kana and her ate her protest before she could get it out.

"Ahhh," She ducked, peering over the hand rail. "You gotta drive faaaaaasteeeeer~" She tilted her head at Kana as she felt the force surge around the woman. She watched for a curious second, then follow the direction of her manipulation.

She blinked as the skimmer in the distance capsized. "...Oh pls teach me that," she commented, slowly standing back up. "IIIIII think she got em!" She informed Damian, speaking over her shoulder. She approached him, peeking at the controls he touched

The urge to flick a twirly bit grew. She shoved it down, sticking her hands in her pockets.

"We gonna make it?"

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Damain smiled as he spared the briefest look back to check on the boat behind them. They were clear for a time. Two freighters were at anchor over the water, their repulsors chiming to life. From a shelf Damian took out a small device and opened up the skimmers controls. He placed the device into a slot before gripping the controls again. Damian turned the skimmer toward the pair of freighters hovering over the water and zoomed at max speed. “Alright put this on,” he said handing harnesses to Kyra and Kana. He put his own on and examined the device pressing the central button.

The device beeped twice indicating it was on and detecting the capture unit. “Middle of the boat please,” he said doing his best to gather the two in the open.

The speeder moved on its own, the controls moving under the power of the autopilot he had hacked in. Confirming everyone's vest was properly turned on he smiled. “Enjoy the ride….” The harness vest beeped the space picking up as they went until finally a small field surrounded them, inertial dampers, and then the shot up towards the freighter they were under. The Harness system moved to its paired grav hook mate near the door of the freighter.

Their bodies shot at the open door….

Damian was first to land the harness shutting off as it reached the door and he crashed through a small energy field slowing him and preventing him from ramming into the wall.

Adjusting his tie Damian waited for the others to come crashing through.

Kana Truden Kyra Perl

 

[Kana Truden]

Kyra Perl // Damian Starchaser

Harness on, one long step into the center of the boat, aaaaand… They were lifted into a passing ship. Part of Kana was surprised Damian had thought that far ahead, and yet it was exactly his MO so maybe not. Her apprentice was, after all, nothing if not one to add dramatic flair to everything he did. They were pulled into a ship, the force not really being much of a boon here as Kana’s leg — a known problem she refused to fix — kept her from achieving the balance she needed.

Her face planted against the metal floor before she pushed herself up with a groan.

“I hate the landings.” She muttered and promptly took the harness off in order to brush dirt off her shoulder. “So,” She said and looked over at Damian re-adjusting his tie. “Once more from the top.”

“We are attacking who, and why, and something about a golden gun?” Ostentatious and frivolous. Either someone had a small member or too much money to spend. She gave Kyra a glance as well. “You okay, Kyra? You didn’t get shot or anything, right?”

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra watched Damian move about the boat, a bit of doe-eyed awe to the way to two handled everything with such sure movements. Confidence, was the term. They were both so cool. She shimmied the vest on without question, not really thinking hard about any of the things he stuck on her.

It was a common affair.

She looked over at Kana once, subtly mirroring the woman’s stance as Damian finally came over to them.

“Enjoy the ride.”

Kyra blink, her mouth opening to ask, “What ri-“ Her screeched rang through the air, shrill and continuous As she shoot like a cannon into the sky.

She landed in a pile on the ship’s metal ground, groaning in protest. “What the Force,” she wheezed, wobbling dramatically on her hands before letting herself fall slumped on her back. Was she fine? She half-heartedly waved in dismissal at Kana, not trusting herself to speak and appear uncool.

“I’ll be up when the world stops spinning.”