Chance or Truce (Semi-closed)

[Ash]

It was funny how he was being dragged on some mission, which wasn't even really a mission. Claudia had her own personal bodyguard, so what was the meaning or bringing him along. Yet, where was he to argue about coming along or not: he simply did as instructed, as always without any backtalk. That was all there was to it.

The rotors of the chopper may have been soothing any other day, but having one of the side doors opened up sent warm, humid air into the crew compartment, where he was the sole occupant of it. No lights were on in the back, keeping it in darkness, save the strip of sunlight, which would occasionally scan over the occupant.

Glimpses were caught of black and a red shirt button shirt, but his face was always hidden, somehow in a spot where, no matter how the aircraft was moving, always left his face in the darkness. The occupant flexed his right hand, loosening up the joints and getting it ready for anything that could happen, not that he expected anything to happen: he was always ready though.

We're almost to our landing point, and the edge of the restricted zone. Zwei, get everything ready back there.[/color]

Zwei gave no reply: the speaker box was at the front of the crew compartment, and he wasn't wearing a headset. With a small sigh, the man rose from his seat, moving around whatever was in his way, and fully opened the sliding door, which gave view to the jungle below them, with the view of an ocean close to them. Actual light in the room finally, Zwei turned around, opening a strongbox, and taking out one of the pistols in it: a custom slugthrower, and stashed it in its holster on his side. Its twin went on Zwei's other flank.

The aircraft began to slow down and descend, which was easily felt. After grabbing a few spare magazines, Zwei threw on his black jacket, completing his suit. It seemed way too hot and humid to wear it on a planet such as this, but it was a small comfort that he felt as if he needed. With a bump, the chopper landed on the beach. The door leading to the cabin opened, and a lovely woman walked out, taking off a headset. Behind her, the pilot was shutting down systems.

They should know we landed here. I don't think it will be much of a wait.[/color]

With a egg-shaped face, long blonde hair, sharp eyes, a large bosom, and a long, shapely body, Claudia Stone was someone who could tell a stranger to jump off a bridge, and they would instantly do it. Personally, Zwei didn't feel that way about this woman, but he kept his opinions to himself. Zwei was the first one out of the aircraft scanning the area, then helped the woman down. Her dress suit looked nearly as hot as his outfit, but she was always one to look her best: Zwei learned that long ago.

Lets start walking. We can meet whoever along the way, if they send anyone.

Hmm. Alright, Zwei. Lets go.

[Ghostie]

Burlurp. Burlurp. BURLURP.

The alarm on the computer rang throughout the room. The rest of the room was dark, except for the monitor that gave off light. The artificial glow cast itself over the chair at the desk, the couch on the bookshelf behind it, on the walls, and finally over the bed as well.

Ethan Moreill rolled over in bed as the alarm sounded again, not quite ready to get up. It had been a hell of a week. First his fight with Horst, and then the Engineer had stolen a fighter to go gallivanting after Ervisa, who had also left Oatara.

The alarm sounded for a third time, and Ethan finally rolled out of bed. Putting on whatever clothes he could find, a shirt and a simple pair of pants, he finally made his way over to the desk. Running a hand through his hair, Ethan answered the call.

“This better be good.”

“It is, sir.”

The Offshoot communications officer answered him. The same one Horst had punched during their fight. As expected, she harbored some resentment towards both of them for the incident. But that didn't matter to Ethan right now.

“A chopper as landed just outside of our territory. In one of the clearings. It's not ours.”

“Round up whoever you can, get 'em to meet me by the main gate. Make sure they're armed.”

Ethan went over to the closet, and pushed some clothes aside to reveal his beskar'garm and his weapons. Forgoing his blaster rifle, he instead grabbed his slugthrower pistol and his beskad, and threw them on the couch next to him. He donned the armor, putting it on a quick fashion.

Still putting on his belt with one hand and holding his helmet with the other, Ethan walked out of his room and down to the gate with a quick pace. He passed those who saluted him, ingoring them completely.

At the gate there was about five or so other pirates, all armed either with a pistol or a rifle. Ethan didn't say a word to them, but instead opened the gate and led the way out. The clearing that was closest was up a hill, away from the base. It didn't occur to Ethan to ask which clearing.

Luckily, he had chosen the right one. Making his way up the hill, Ethan spotted the intruder. There was a RR-7700 chopper, just like Spearpoint used. Out of it came two people. First a man, with a rather bored look on his face. The second was a woman, rather attractive with blonde hair curves. She was the type of woman you only saw in pictures. What she was doing on a backwater jungle planet was beyond Ethan. They both weren't quite dressed to go hiking around in the jungle.

He drew his slugthrower and pointed it right at the woman has he came up the hill. The other pirates either knelt on the slope, using part of the hill for cover or stood next to Ethan, getting shots lined up on the two visitors.

“You landed on the wrong island, lady. You might wanna get back in that chopper of yours.”

[Ash]

Seems like there wasn't a need to walk very far at all. Hell, Zwei and Claudia were barely out of the chopper before Zwei picked up subtle sounds not too far away. He looked over to where he heard the sounds, and noticed, on a hill right close to them, a man was standing.

Yet he wasn't alone: several others were with him, either using the slope for cover, or standing up next to the big guy, who held the center position. As soon as this man pointed his pistol at Claudia, Zwei moved, half blocking her body with his own: She was just taller than he was. Discipline kept him from reaching into his jacket, and he simply kept his hands at his side. With a slight smile, unseen to Zwei, the woman put a hand on his shoulder, gently easing him away.

No need to get carried away, Zwei. You look rougher than the picture I have of you, Mr, Moreill. My name is Claudia Stone, and I simply wish to talk to you, preferably somewhere out of this humidity.[/color]

Behind them, a final person joined them, a tall Korun woman clad in a small shirt showing her arms and stomach, and tight pants. She drew an oversized blaster and pointed it at the men on the hill.

Girl, what did I tell you about causing trouble as soon as we landed?
Its fine, Liz. They wont attack us: it would have happened already.[/color]

Zwei ignored the transaction going on behind him, as well as the nearly silent talk he had little problems picking up. He focused his attention instead on the tall man on the hill. He was clad in Beskar'garm, which would have made many other people uneasy. Zwei, however, had plenty of experience dealing with these guys, especially in this recent war. Zwei shifted his position slightly, turning his right side slightly closer to the group, and simply waited, his dark eyes looking unblinkingly at the men. He wished he had his mask on, but it was ill-advised by the blond woman behind him.