Mercenary Crew: Age of the Rebellion

[Master_Archon]

Otak, took this in, Ulim talking slower only made him nervous, but he at least felt calmer now that he was around him. After some time pondering he nodded to himself and typed into the wrist comp, "please, lead the way, I'll follow," came a less chopped up response, probably due to the fact that the words had gone into a phrase before.

[Rexraptor2000]

Ulim nodded at this and then began to lead the way to the hangers.

[JasraLantill]

"yep, in fact we got two." Zam replied stepping towards his friend. "Come on lets leave the kids to their slanging match and i'll buy you a drink... trust me we can afford it now."

As Zam headed off to the bar with John, Raze blinked in disbelief. "Slanging match?" She looked at Rita. "Did he just say 'slanging match?'" Then she looked back at Zam, who was away at the bar now. "I am not having a slanging match," she called out to him. "We are not having a slanging match!"

 

She turned her attention to Rita. "I am not having a slanging match, with you." She took a deep cleansing breath. "Calm, calm, calm...." she repeated, then exhaled fully. "I'm going back to the ship. I've got to send my payment details along to Phee. And get ready to load this 'special cargo'."

[starmark2k]

Zam laughed, he knew how to push Razes buttons if he wanted to, 'she may be in her 80's but she still acts like a child a times'. Zam ordered an other Trandoshan whisky and got one for john aswell, he downed it in one then turned to John. "You may want to reienforce the cargo bay blastdoors for our next mission."

[steven]

John shook it his head "Sorry, I was miles there. What'cha say" Zam repeated himself "Reienforce cargo bay blastdoors... again? Zam to be honest which ya, I feel that I've reienforced them so many times these past three or four years that we should rename them too..." John paused as he took a sip of his drink, trying to think of something to finish his joke with "too something. I really know care. I'll see what I can do."

[starmark2k]

"Well you should, as our good captain has taken it upon herself to transport an unknown cargo halfway across the galaxy." Zam said ordering another drink from the bar keep." And if it's a bomb i don't want my bits scattered across the stars... i like them exactly where they are and intact."

[steven]

"Well if you don't want that to happen you'll want to be in a large footlocker, like the one I have in engineering. It should sirvive both the blast and the launch out into hyperspace. You wouldn't live and be likely to turned into mush. But it's more of a scare for the people who come across your wreckage." He replied

[Master_Archon]

Otak was becoming impatient, how long did it take to get to the ship docks in the Corellian district? Ulim seemed to be taking his sweet time, but Otak wasn't in a position to do that, walking the streets for him was like a death warrant. Everyone high and mighty in the area wanted him dead, or worse yet, captured.

 

Turning to Ulim he asked in his own language, with a hint of urgency, "[We there yet?]"

 

But from what he could tell, they were coming near to some kind of area that had ships in it, he could see platforms where ships normally docked in the slight distance. Even futher out he could see a ship in the distance that was docked, the only one in the area, he instinctually knew this was the ship that Hergat had told him about.

 

Without waiting for an answer from Ulim, Otak patted his shoulder, his species way of saying good bye and good hunting, he started off at a trot, though to most people it seemed a whole lot faster than a trot. But as he moved farther ahead of Ulim, a growing sense of anxiousness, and foreboding grew within him, every instinct and sense in his body telling him something bad was going to happen, and soon!

 

He picked up his pace, going from a Yautja trot to a full jog. He needed to reach that ship, talk to it's captain, and get outta here before anything else happened. The ship loomed closer, until he finally reached it, the sense of foreboding, and urgency, a little less than what it was, but it was still there. Otak stopped, looking around, no one seemed to be home, Otak tapped the hull of the ship, then moved around to the loading ramp. He let out a non-threatening bark, so as to alert anyone in the ship that he was out here.

 

Otak looked back, Ulim seemed to be heading for the ship he was at, but was still mozying along. Otak made a fist, and banged on the ships hull again, only harder, trying to get someones attention. He stood back and waited, the urgency suddenly leaving, as if his assumed hunter had gone away for awhile.

[JasraLantill]

Raze headed for the ship, Rita not far behind her.

 

"Just so you know, Rita, if there's anything in that cargo that damages either the crew or the ship, I'm taking it out of your cut," Raze told her as they swung around the corner towards the docking bays. "And I mean anything. But, if everything goes well, I'll give you an extra 10%. So, guess who I'm putting in charge of loading the...."

 

Raze stopped in her tracks, and grabbed hold of Rita's arm to stop her as well. She pointed up ahead to the Eclipse where a strange looking alien was banging its fist against the hull, as if demanding entry. "Is that a... a...? No. Maybe a ...?" Raze shook her head, raised an eyebrow, then frowned. "Rita... I've been around for a while. And I've seen a lot of strange sights. But... exactly what is that banging on our ship?" Then she caught sight of Ulim wandering in front of them. Raze exchanged a look with Rita. "Long lost relative of Ulim's?"

[starmark2k]

"well as this may be the last ime i'm on this world, or any for that matter. I'm going to enjoy it." Zam said to john as he turned his head and spotted the waitress from before.

 

"If you'll excuse me." Zam announced as he walked towards the waitress, He reached her and began to talk for a while with the human women, but then as if from no where the waitress slapped Zam around the face and stormed off. The zabrak then walked back to John as if nothing happened and sat back down with a drink in his hand. "Don't say it!"

[steven]

John smiled darkly at Zam "Didn't go that well I see. Whatcha say?"

[Writer]

Raze headed for the ship, Rita not far behind her.

 

"Just so you know, Rita, if there's anything in that cargo that damages either the crew or the ship, I'm taking it out of your cut," Raze told her as they swung around the corner towards the docking bays. "And I mean anything.

 

Rita snorted. "Perhaps you'd rather threaten that it better happen to me," she quipped. Raze kept on as if Rita had not spoken.

 

"But, if everything goes well, I'll give you an extra 10%. So, guess who I'm putting in charge of loading the...."

 

Raze stopped in her tracks, and grabbed hold of Rita's arm to stop her as well. She pointed up ahead to the Eclipse where a strange looking alien was banging its fist against the hull, as if demanding entry. "Is that a... a...? No. Maybe a ...?" Raze shook her head, raised an eyebrow, then frowned. "Rita... I've been around for a while. And I've seen a lot of strange sights. But... exactly what is that banging on our ship?" Then she caught sight of Ulim wandering in front of them. Raze exchanged a look with Rita. "Long lost relative of Ulim's?"

 

 

"Doesn't look like Ulim," Rita answered, shaking her head. "Different species, I think..." She shot an odd glance toward Raze. "Been around for a while, have you?" she said. "That reminds me of a question that's been bumbling about in my head for a bit now... just exactly how does a four-year-old steal a ship?"

[JasraLantill]

"How does a four-year old steal a ship?" Raze gave Rita a skeptical look. "That's not the start of one of those lame Corellian jokes of yours, is it? You know, like, how many Imps does it take to change a light-cartridge? Or, why did the Wookiee cross the road?"

[Writer]

"Hey!" Rita snapped defensively. "You never did manage to get the light-cartrige one right!" Shaking her head, she went on, "At any rate, it's no joke. The Clone Wars ended nearly twenty years ago. By your claims, you'd have been about four. So how's a four-year-old steal a ship?"

[JasraLantill]

Raze gave Rita a deadpan look. "You can add?" she asked, obviously avoiding the question. "Well, I'm impressed." She nodded her head over towards the alien banging on their ship. "Doesn't help us with our little problem over there though, does it."

 

She started forward, then stopped as she noticed the amount of melee weapons the alien seemed to be carrying. She looked askance at Rita. "So, tell me, math whiz, what's the ratio of his weapons to our weapons? And what's the probablility that he's friendly?"

[Writer]

"That old, are you, that you won't talk about your age?" Rita muttered. "Highly likely he's friendly. You know how aggressive Ulim can get if there's a threat. I'd say he knows Ulim..." She frowned. "Seems odd, though. As for weapons..." She shook her head, and smiled cheerfully. "Oh, yeah, we're way outmatched!"

 

Pushing past Raze to head for the ship, Rita called out to the alien. "I'm not sure who's aboard right at the moment. Captain's this-away, though." Turning, she yelled to Ulim. "This big fella a friend of yours or should I be reaching for my weapons?"

[Master_Archon]

Otak had just about enough with the pounding, and was about to try busting in when his audio-enhancement system picked up nearby conversation. He turned, noticing two women talking, he zoomed in one level, about 2 times magnification and listened to what they said.

 

"So, tell me, math whiz, what's the ratio of his weapons to our weapons? And what's the probablility that he's friendly?" Said one of them.

 

"That old, are you, that you won't talk about your age?" Said the other rather muffled, but he could still pick out what she said pretty well.

 

Otak's attention averted and he missed the next part, but he quickly put his attention back to the two at hand.

 

"Seems odd, though. As for weapons...Oh, yeah, we're way outmatched!" Said the other one, still talking, Otak didn't like where the conversation was heading, to him it looked like they were debating if they should attack him or not.

 

"I'm not sure who's aboard right at the moment. Captain's this-away, though." Said the same one, but to him. He didn't understand quite so well what she meant, and from his perspective, it looked like she was trying to lure him towards them, into a trap maybe?

 

Then things got real confusing, real fast, the woman turned towards Ulim, and yelled out to him and asked, "This big fella a friend of yours or should I be reaching for my weapons?" This was more than what he needed pressuring his brain, he had to make a decision, and fast, he didn't know what to think.

 

Otak was so flustered, so confused, anxious, annoyed, all these things worked together to send his into his base instinct, then what's worse the feeling of forboding and fear was slowly returning. He didn't know what to think, he was being hunted, and there were two women talking to Ulim like old chums, yet they were sizing his weapons up like he was prey. He felt cornered, and with his base instincts kicked in, feeliing cornered was not something that would help. So at this, like any cornered animal would do, it would fight back, try to survive, kill anything that got in it's way.

 

Otak reached for his smart disc, holding it in his right hand he ejected his wrist blades, while pulling out his telescoping glaive, holding the small handle in his left hand. He looked around, no ledges, only pipes, and wall mesh. He ejected the glaive, it sprang out of the middle handle, shaft, blades and all, the serrated pole-arm held tightly in his grasp. He was ready, he was still in decent control of himself, and knew that a full on charge would only frighten them into firing, so he approached at a walk, but he was constantly increasing his speed, halfway to them he was now trotting. He didn't want to kill them if he didn't have to, because he was still unsure of their motives, but he knew if he wasn't the first to strike, he could be the first attacked, giving him the disadvantage, and he didn't want the disadvantage.

 

So he went forward, uunsure of what to expect.

[Rexraptor2000]

Ulim snapped out of his thoughts when Rita called to him.

 

"This big fella a friend of yours or should I be reaching for my weapons?"

 

Ulim immeadiatly snapped his head up as Sage began to get ready for a battle and shout "He is a recently made friend! Do not attack him!" He broke into a light jog towards their position, making sure not to rock his packs of Corellian and Tarisian ales to much.

[JasraLantill]

Raze's eyes widened at the ever increasing pace of the heavily armed alien approaching her and Rita.

 

"Erm...Rita? Remember what I said earlier to you about those grenades of yours being a bit over the top?" she said as she slowly took a step backwards. It was hard to tell, but the alien's walk and stance didn't look at all friendly to her. Not. At. All. In fact, he looked more like he was...stalking them. In anticipaton of a first strike. "I take it back."

 

"He is a recently made friend! Do not attack him!" Ulim shouted, as he hurried towards them.

 

Raze stopped dead in her tracks. She wasn't sure if just being Ulim's friend was enough to prevent the approaching alien from attacking, but as Ulim was a creature of few words, and a member of her crew, she thought to re-evaluate the situation.

 

The alien heard us talking, she thought. Even from this far away. Maybe he thought we were planning to attack him?

 

"Stand your ground and don't move," she said firmly to Rita. "And whatever you do, don't reach for a weapon."

[Writer]

Rita nodded quickly. "I may be impulsive at times," she murmured to Raze. "But I ain't stupid!" Slowly, she lifted her hands out away from her body and called to the stranger, using slightly slower speech and absolutely no slang words, "You are a friend of Ulim. We are both gunners on that ship."

 

She turned a little, nodding to Raze. "This is the captain. We won't harm you."

[Master_Archon]

Otak was distracted, as usual, and he didn't much pay attention to the conversations carried on by the two women. He felt the dark inescapable feeling grow more and more, he saw the woman that was up front raise her arms, and shout at him, his adrenaline clouding his thoughts.

 

All he heard was, "...we are both gunners..." This sent him into a sense he hardly knew, fear, a rare thing to feel for him and his species. He let out a short barking roar and went into a full burst of speed towards the two. He was close enough that he wouldn't need to use his smart disc, so he slipped it back to where it went on his thigh. He raised his now free right arm, his 12 inch long wrist blades gleaming.

 

He was closing the gap quick, and his first target was the woman that was up front. Two meters, one meter, but at one meter time seemed to slow done, he felt his heart throbbing, his senses tingled, then he felt the air depressurize in his ear. His right arm was upraised, his leftheld tight to his galive, which was being aimed for a gut strike. Then in that split second of the air depressurizing he felt something hot skim across his palm, and then a piercing pain went into his shoulder, pushing through armor, skin, muscle, and bone, and out the other side.

 

He let out an ear deafening roar of shock, more than pain. He had stopped, he looked at the woman in front of him, then at his shoulder, florescent green blood flowing from entry wound, and exit wound. He slumped to his knees, he let out a moan, then rested his chin on his chest, his right arm hung limply at his side, though he could move it if he wished, it would be extremely painful. He looked over to where the shot came from, he zoomed in, he could vaguely see a cloaked figure in a window, then he was gone.

 

Otak rested his chin on his chest again, he awaited the fate these two women would give him, whether death, or capture.

[JasraLantill]

Raze stared down at the alien kneeling before her and Rita. She had known as soon as the word 'gunners' had escaped Rita's lips that there would be trouble. She had drawn her blaster, but things had happened so fast she hadn't been able to even fire a shot. She really wasn't sure what had happened, but someone had stopped the alien, and he was now wounded and bleeding in front of them.

 

"Ain't stupid, huh?" Raze whispered to Rita. "Could'nt you have said the 'we're not going to harm you' part before the 'gunners' bit?"

 

Not waiting for Rita to answer, Raze lowered down to a crouch behind some nearby cargo containers, motioning Ulim and Rita to do the same. She looked around warily, scanning the nearby buildings for any signs of movement. Rampaging alien threat aside, they still might be in danger. Someone had shot him with some sort of high-powered projectile, and Rita wanted to know, one--were they aiming at the alien; two--were they aiming at her, Rita, or Ulim and had missed; or three--were they going to shoot again.

 

She didn't see anyone, and assumed Rita probably didn't either, as she was a "shoot first, ask questions later" sort of gal and she hadn't shot at anything yet. Slowly she rose, and reholstered her blaster.

 

She looked down at the pool of bright green blood near the alien's feet. "Ulim? You'd better get your 'friend' some medical attention before he bleeds to death. Or before someone shoots him again."

[starmark2k]

"C'mon we should probably get back to the ship, I don' want to miss round three of todays Raze Vs Rita match." Zam joked as he finished his drink and continued rubbing his cheek.

[steven]

"Avoiding the question completely, I see what your trying to do." John said while finishing his drink. "But that's a good idea. I surpose we should get back before the two rip eachovers heads off."

 

The two walked back to the Ecilpse. When they reached the Eclipse John noticed the croud outside, he learnt towards Zam and wispered to him "Is it just me or do we attract the strangest of people?"

[starmark2k]

"nope Ulim, bif and travis are all strange." Zam replied with a smile "but that guy wins the award for strangest looking guy i've seen." Zam said pointing at the bleeding alien.