Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 28, 2009 18:14:35 GMT -5
((Talau's Notes: This is from an RP sample in Shawn's "Owen Justic" bio, but since it's part of Italia's history, I decided to put it here so i could add it into her character databank. This would take place only about a year in the past, but since it never really got into RP...well yeah))
(Shawn's Notes: So this is known this rp sample has been been based off of a current rp going between Italia and Owen, this event being part of both their pasts as a mission wrong for Shawn and a meeting of friends. It has been typed by both myself and Talau for purpose of use in this profile as a sample so enjoy...and these two do plan on rping together that's why their past is entangled here. And the first post is starting with Italia and from there out its in the order of Italia Shawn Italia Shawn and so on.)
Ah Naboo...the world teeming with wealth, and the wealthy...not least of which was the queen herself...and endowed with a rich history of war and peace alike. Very much the last place one would expect to see a Mercenary, much less a mandalorian mercenary. However, this was the planet Italia found herself on....and enjoying herself very much. Though at the moment, she was not dawning her mando armor, she was still very much on a 'business trip' as she like to call it. Dressed in a long flowing gown of forest greens and ocean blues, the mando woman sauntered across the various streets surrounding the palace, her green eyes sparkling as she made mental notes of the various pathways and escapes her employer might need should something go wrong. It was, after all, her duty to protect this military man who wished to visit the queen and still keep a low profile.
Mmmmmm Naboo, a place where a guy could make a nice life when it was time to settle down and start a family, unfortunately Owen wasn't here for that this time. With his mind set on a high priority job Owen was scouting out different vantage points to get clean a shot that was to be placed. Having been set by blocked link an assignment for a hefty return if completed and it was actually to kill a head military man who he needed gone anyway for his smuggling routes. With his brown hues scanning over every building close to the palace, every window and balcony, Owen just appeared like a normal male. Dressed in just a normal fashion of a clad, white shirt with brown pants supported by a belt that was holstering his blaster, and his over jacket of a pilot draping him he just appeared a to be a normal tourist in line of the history and majestic beauty of the capital city. Now unaware of the people around he would venture right passed a girl that would actually draw his attention for a moment from his work. Young and dressed vibrantly this female in green would take his breath before disappearing back into the crowd.
She gave the people milling around the streets very little thought as she wandered, seemingly aimlessly, down various streets, stopping occasionally to look at a shop window and watching the reflections of the people behind her in it rather than looking at the wares inside. As she passed down another street, her eyes caught on a rather rugged looking pilot and she smiled, taking note of him for some reason unknown even to her. Sure, he was a bit attractive but she didn't think that was what had called her attention to him. Mentally shrugging it off, she continued on her way down the street. Upon reaching her destination...a rather beaten up looking space transport, she rapped three times on the hull of the ship, giving the all clear. Slowly a door opened and she stepped up the ramp, certain that no one was watching. It wouldn't be until later that night, during the local farmers market in the town square, that she would move her employer. As time neared, she strapped her vibro blade to her thigh, beneath the dress, and stowed a small pistol around her calf where it would not be seen as a bulk of any kind, yet easily accessible.
The day had grown long it seemed to Owen since the crowded streets were now empty and the day had turned to a warm night. With a building picked out that day after he had eyed a most majestic female Owen had taken up a nice little position near to the palace. With his return to his ship earlier he had taken the long range rifle of his from the hidden compartment in the left wing before letting the day grow a bit less busy. When the sun had begun to set and the streets clearing that's when Owen had made his way to this position where he now sat waiting to pop the shot from this rifle. Now Owen wasn't sure when this target would come and go but it would happen and when it did he would get paid. Though time was wearing on and as he sat on this roof just sipping at what was left of a water canteen he began to have a grumbling stomach for it had been nearly 12 hours since he had last eaten and the first thing he was doing after this mission was going to the closest cantina to get some good food and listen to some quality music.
Italia poked her head out cautiously, making sure no one was around, eying the surrounding buildings as if they were voracious carnivores ready to strike, she lowered the landing ramp and stepped out quietly into the warm evening. Becoming to the aging man, she whispered a few words to him before setting off and allowing him to follow with one of her older associates acting as the man's wife. As Italia meandered through the crowds, she felt as if she were standing out...something she wouldn't have minded so much if she had been in her armor, but in this thin dress of silk and straps, there was very little between her and a potential blaster bolt in the back. It didn't help that many of the people around her were dressed in much more drab colors of whites, tans, blacks, browns, and grays...and had much less skin exposed. Her golden tan especially set her apart from the rest as many of the women there had flawless and pale skin. Following her previous path toward the palace, she would stop every once in a while and look around as if deciding where to go while she surveyed the area and waited for her employer to gain ground.
Now it was growing close to 8 and some small crowds were gathered in the streets outside the palace congregating but one small group caught his eye. Moving through the dimly lit streets towards the place was the girl in green again and as a pause caught her two older gentleman came following her up. Now Owen knew his target by face but both were in the shadows making it hard to know which one to fire up. Moving again for the palace steps Owen had to hurry and make a choice which in the end came down to peering through the laser riffles scope. Now first he looked over this female so flawless in figure, perfected in curve, majestic in skin tone, and just gorgeous but the next came over the first gentleman and the third over the last. His first instinct was to shoot the girl but in the end result his trigger finger pulled and the bright flash of the rifle barely showed from the roof top before the man in the middle would crumble down to his chest shot dead square through the heart from his back. Right after another shot rang through, her friend being struck in the left shoulder before the dark figure of his could be seen darting from the roof.
Italia heard the shot fired, and lunged for her employer, knocking the man just barely out of the way. He was hit, yes, but luckily it wouldn't be fatal....her friend had also been shot, but she too would live. As the crowd began to scatter, Italia scrambled to her feet once more, whipping out her com-link. "The Field Marshal needs assistance! Request back-up immediately. I'm going after the shooter!" Pulling out her pistol, she handed it to the field marshal, looked to her friend and nodded. Shiva would make sure nothing else happened to her employer. With this, she hiked up her dress, pulled out the vibro blade and darted after the shadowy figure. Unluckily, the frightened crowd of people were in her way every direction she turned. Looking up she grabbed hold of a street light and hoisted herself up onto a wall. Running across it with amazing balance for someone in heels, she dodged around a shop sign and continued on her way, the shadowy figure from the roof coming closer into view.
Owen, for being up high, was moving quickly and finding a nearby ladder took to it, his dark figure sliding down its length quickly though it wouldn't be quick enough as he caught a glimpse of this female near 20ft from him along this wall. Bolting once more to a full sprint Owen would duck into an dimly lit alley just a few feet up this alley way and slip into a doorway waiting now. He wasn't going to kill this female but it need be he would knock her out since she was after all now trying to kill him for being an assassin.
"Hold There!" she shouted as she saw the man look directly at her before bolting away again. Italia hadn't expected him to stop, and she grinned....after all, part of the fun of her job was the chase. Upon reaching the alley, she slid to a stop and peered down it for a moment before cautiously and nearly silently making her way down it, slinking between the shadows.
Now Owen was smarter then she might think and had picked up a vantage point where he could see the end of the alley where she would enter and keep her outline just barely. Now he was silent though he wished to breath heavier but he managed to keep this low breathing as she neared, her outline flawless in the shadows. Letting himself slip a small vibro dagger from under his shirt he would let his pistol remain holstered as he reached out to try and grab this female, trying to draw her in for a scare.
As she slunk down the alley, Italia let her focus move from eyesight to her hearing...something her father had taught her during her training...and as she focused on her hearing, she noticed the light rustle of fabric from near by as the man moved. Turning in the direction of the man she moved out of the way just as his hand brushed hers. Cursing slightly, she jumped backward, vibroblade at the ready and hoping she had gotten good enough at hand to hand combat that she would be able to win a fight in the dim light of the alley.
As she slunk down the alley, Italia let her focus move from eyesight to her hearing...something her father had taught her during her training...and as she focused on her hearing, she noticed the light rustle of fabric from near by as the man moved. Turning in the direction of the man she moved out of the way just as his hand brushed hers. Cursing slightly, she jumped backward, vibro blade at the ready and hoping she had gotten good enough at hand to hand combat that she would be able to win a fight in the dim light of the alley.
Owen hadn't been expecting this petite, though attractive, female to be able to move so quickly from his failed advance. Basically staggering forwards as she moved his own blade would barely catch the back of her dress putting a mere 2 in long slit into it. Turning his form to face her he realized that in her hand was gleaming a full vibro blade vs. his dagger. "So lets talk about this now huh?" He chuckled as his form became outlined as he stepped a few feet back into the light of the other alley so she could actually see him.
She didn't even flinch as the dagger sliced into her dress...it hadn't even nicked skin, so she wasn't too worried. as he stepped into the light she gasped slightly, realizing that it was the same man from before. As he asked to 'talk about it' she let out a humorless chuckle. "Talk about it? You just tried to kill my employer. Why should I 'talk' about anything with you?" she asked, slightly put off by his sudden question.
He looked at her giving a slight shrug in the light as he stood like a stone wall there at the end of the walk way not wavering at all. "As was I miss. I was employed to kill your employer." Shawn's voice had a that hint of honesty behind it as though he let his words flow through the darkness to her ears. "We all have to make a living and this job just lead me to kill your employer which I failed at."
Italia huffed slightly, not sure what to do now when her com-link beeped. --Italia? Have you caught the assassin?-- a female voice said. Slowly pulling out her com-link, she gave a hard look at the man before her and sighed heavily before answering. "No. He got away in the crowd." --damn it....well he's safe for now, we got him to the palace in one piece for the most part. He'll be fine. Report back in an hour.-- the other woman stated before the communication was cut. Letting her head fall slightly, Italia wondered just why she had done that. Why had she lied? "Your free to go, but I don't want to see you near my employer again. If I do I'll have to kill you. You understand."
Owen, listening to carefully to the comlink, could only smirk some as he slowly turned his back to her keeping mindful of her. "Your employer will be dead...in give or take an hour. You think I am the only one after to kill him? nuts there are most likely 5 guys here besides me trying to get the bounty on him and if you want to save him you will let me go after him...take me to him and I can get you both outta here. I might be trying to kill him but you spared me so I can wave one bounty for that." Owen's words were drifting to her slow as he began to walk and turn the corner to head back for the palace to help her get him outta here.
"You must be kidding me. How can I trust you?" she stated, then sighed. "Fine, but break in on your own. If I'm seen with you we're all dead anyway." she said and darted past him around the corner. Once to the palace, she informed her employer of the bounty on his head and that the mission was compromised. "You have no choice, as your body guard it's my decision to get you as far away from here as possible. We're leaving."
Owen nearly toppled over as this female rushed passed him and he himself was in no big hurry so he just waited to get himself together before continuing to the palace. Now he was smarter than she credited him for and as he came to the main guards of the front door he flashed a Naboo security badge and let them scan before he got passed. Entering without an problems he knew right where to find them and shortly after he entered speaking as he did. "Get him and lets go."
She nodded, helping the field marshal hoist himself up and following after the man she had just met. The guards they passed looked at them curiously, but didn't say a word as they hurried past them.
Owen knew this complex better than most people did and guiding them through the halls he led them to the hangar bay first before to the edge. "Get him down onto the ground right there...its a 5 ft drop but...." He was cut short as a laser round flew passed them. Shoving them behind a pillar he turned and whipped his blaster out and ducked behind a low crate. rounds were firing all around, the other bounty hunters having caught on. "GET HIM OUT!" He cried as he leaned up to fire before ducking back down.
She nodded and did as she was told, laying herself flat on the ground and lowering him as far down as she could without falling over the edge herself. As a blaster round seared the side of her right thigh, she hissed and let the field marshal drop to the ground below before sliding off herself and shielding the man with her own body as they waited for the man to join them.
Owen hadn't come down yet and with blaster rounds firing over them it didn't seem like he would. Only a few more moments passed before the bolts stop firing, reload time. At that instant of time Owen appeared and slid down with heavy breath as men could be heard shouting after them and growing closer. "Move around the corner....a friend of mine, lets say a fellow hunter, left his ship there we will get you there and out you go."
Italia nodded and studied him for a swift moment before doing as she was told. As they ran, she glanced over at him. "I'm not leaving you behind....so I hope you have a plan for yourself as well . "
Owen followed close behind but stopped short as they got to the covered vessel, his body shifting behind a rock as a bolt gashed him in the side, a loud cry escaping him before looking at her. "Get the hell otu fo here and get him going! Just leave!" He cried at her as he turned the rock and fired at the few advancing men.
Grunting, Italia helped the aging man into the ship. Reappearing a moment later, she held a rifle she had found only moments before and knelt down. Taking steady aim, she fired. One down. Two down. Three down. Four down. "Hurry up and get in here dammit!" Steady. Take aim. Five down. Reload. Steady. Take aim. Six down. Was there no end to them?
Owen looked down as he began to fire and he could only shake his head. She didn't understand that now they were Naboo Guards coming at them not the hunters, a kidnap being thought of this. "I said go!" He cried at Italia as he grabbed her left shoulder with his left hand ripping her from her stance at the 6th shot, the round going off into the sky. "Get him outta here go!" He continued to cry as he turned again and fired quick shots to pin down the on comers.
The thrusters burst into action and she sighed in relief. He had done as she asked, thank god, and they were ready to go. Grunting, she hit the button to raise the landing ramp and darted to the cockpit. She had recognized most of the Naboo guards...the last four she had shot had been guards, only one had been struck fatally. As the guards struggled to get up and collect themselves once again, Italia programmed the navi-computer to take off in the direction of Coruscant space. This whole thing had been such a problem form the very beginning. Glancing over her shoulder at the swiftly raising landing ramp, she hoped the man would have enough sense to jump in.
Owen was still outsider, his blaster letting shots rip with reloads leaving one round in reach chamber not taking any chances. With only seconds between death and life wen made a dash for the lifting ramp to dive on but a loud grunt slid from his lips as he not only crushed the gash in his side but also felt a slug rip through his upper shoulder, his collar bone able to be heard shattering from the passing round. In a great deal of pain and bleeding something furious he pulled himself onto the door as it closed, his form rolling down it with him groaning as the thing set off from Naboo.
As the ship made it's way into space the Italia left the field marshal to pilot as she went back and saw the man laying on the floor. Her leg stung, but it would heal on it's own, he needed help now. Pulling off his jacket, she tore strips of cloth from her dress up to her knees and began tying them around the bleeding injuries. Glancing around, she spotted a bench that would do for a medical table and looked down at him. "Hey...can you make it to the bench over there? C'mon...we've got to get you moved." She said, working to get one of his arms around her so she could help him up.
(Shawn's Notes: So this is known this rp sample has been been based off of a current rp going between Italia and Owen, this event being part of both their pasts as a mission wrong for Shawn and a meeting of friends. It has been typed by both myself and Talau for purpose of use in this profile as a sample so enjoy...and these two do plan on rping together that's why their past is entangled here. And the first post is starting with Italia and from there out its in the order of Italia Shawn Italia Shawn and so on.)
Ah Naboo...the world teeming with wealth, and the wealthy...not least of which was the queen herself...and endowed with a rich history of war and peace alike. Very much the last place one would expect to see a Mercenary, much less a mandalorian mercenary. However, this was the planet Italia found herself on....and enjoying herself very much. Though at the moment, she was not dawning her mando armor, she was still very much on a 'business trip' as she like to call it. Dressed in a long flowing gown of forest greens and ocean blues, the mando woman sauntered across the various streets surrounding the palace, her green eyes sparkling as she made mental notes of the various pathways and escapes her employer might need should something go wrong. It was, after all, her duty to protect this military man who wished to visit the queen and still keep a low profile.
Mmmmmm Naboo, a place where a guy could make a nice life when it was time to settle down and start a family, unfortunately Owen wasn't here for that this time. With his mind set on a high priority job Owen was scouting out different vantage points to get clean a shot that was to be placed. Having been set by blocked link an assignment for a hefty return if completed and it was actually to kill a head military man who he needed gone anyway for his smuggling routes. With his brown hues scanning over every building close to the palace, every window and balcony, Owen just appeared like a normal male. Dressed in just a normal fashion of a clad, white shirt with brown pants supported by a belt that was holstering his blaster, and his over jacket of a pilot draping him he just appeared a to be a normal tourist in line of the history and majestic beauty of the capital city. Now unaware of the people around he would venture right passed a girl that would actually draw his attention for a moment from his work. Young and dressed vibrantly this female in green would take his breath before disappearing back into the crowd.
She gave the people milling around the streets very little thought as she wandered, seemingly aimlessly, down various streets, stopping occasionally to look at a shop window and watching the reflections of the people behind her in it rather than looking at the wares inside. As she passed down another street, her eyes caught on a rather rugged looking pilot and she smiled, taking note of him for some reason unknown even to her. Sure, he was a bit attractive but she didn't think that was what had called her attention to him. Mentally shrugging it off, she continued on her way down the street. Upon reaching her destination...a rather beaten up looking space transport, she rapped three times on the hull of the ship, giving the all clear. Slowly a door opened and she stepped up the ramp, certain that no one was watching. It wouldn't be until later that night, during the local farmers market in the town square, that she would move her employer. As time neared, she strapped her vibro blade to her thigh, beneath the dress, and stowed a small pistol around her calf where it would not be seen as a bulk of any kind, yet easily accessible.
The day had grown long it seemed to Owen since the crowded streets were now empty and the day had turned to a warm night. With a building picked out that day after he had eyed a most majestic female Owen had taken up a nice little position near to the palace. With his return to his ship earlier he had taken the long range rifle of his from the hidden compartment in the left wing before letting the day grow a bit less busy. When the sun had begun to set and the streets clearing that's when Owen had made his way to this position where he now sat waiting to pop the shot from this rifle. Now Owen wasn't sure when this target would come and go but it would happen and when it did he would get paid. Though time was wearing on and as he sat on this roof just sipping at what was left of a water canteen he began to have a grumbling stomach for it had been nearly 12 hours since he had last eaten and the first thing he was doing after this mission was going to the closest cantina to get some good food and listen to some quality music.
Italia poked her head out cautiously, making sure no one was around, eying the surrounding buildings as if they were voracious carnivores ready to strike, she lowered the landing ramp and stepped out quietly into the warm evening. Becoming to the aging man, she whispered a few words to him before setting off and allowing him to follow with one of her older associates acting as the man's wife. As Italia meandered through the crowds, she felt as if she were standing out...something she wouldn't have minded so much if she had been in her armor, but in this thin dress of silk and straps, there was very little between her and a potential blaster bolt in the back. It didn't help that many of the people around her were dressed in much more drab colors of whites, tans, blacks, browns, and grays...and had much less skin exposed. Her golden tan especially set her apart from the rest as many of the women there had flawless and pale skin. Following her previous path toward the palace, she would stop every once in a while and look around as if deciding where to go while she surveyed the area and waited for her employer to gain ground.
Now it was growing close to 8 and some small crowds were gathered in the streets outside the palace congregating but one small group caught his eye. Moving through the dimly lit streets towards the place was the girl in green again and as a pause caught her two older gentleman came following her up. Now Owen knew his target by face but both were in the shadows making it hard to know which one to fire up. Moving again for the palace steps Owen had to hurry and make a choice which in the end came down to peering through the laser riffles scope. Now first he looked over this female so flawless in figure, perfected in curve, majestic in skin tone, and just gorgeous but the next came over the first gentleman and the third over the last. His first instinct was to shoot the girl but in the end result his trigger finger pulled and the bright flash of the rifle barely showed from the roof top before the man in the middle would crumble down to his chest shot dead square through the heart from his back. Right after another shot rang through, her friend being struck in the left shoulder before the dark figure of his could be seen darting from the roof.
Italia heard the shot fired, and lunged for her employer, knocking the man just barely out of the way. He was hit, yes, but luckily it wouldn't be fatal....her friend had also been shot, but she too would live. As the crowd began to scatter, Italia scrambled to her feet once more, whipping out her com-link. "The Field Marshal needs assistance! Request back-up immediately. I'm going after the shooter!" Pulling out her pistol, she handed it to the field marshal, looked to her friend and nodded. Shiva would make sure nothing else happened to her employer. With this, she hiked up her dress, pulled out the vibro blade and darted after the shadowy figure. Unluckily, the frightened crowd of people were in her way every direction she turned. Looking up she grabbed hold of a street light and hoisted herself up onto a wall. Running across it with amazing balance for someone in heels, she dodged around a shop sign and continued on her way, the shadowy figure from the roof coming closer into view.
Owen, for being up high, was moving quickly and finding a nearby ladder took to it, his dark figure sliding down its length quickly though it wouldn't be quick enough as he caught a glimpse of this female near 20ft from him along this wall. Bolting once more to a full sprint Owen would duck into an dimly lit alley just a few feet up this alley way and slip into a doorway waiting now. He wasn't going to kill this female but it need be he would knock her out since she was after all now trying to kill him for being an assassin.
"Hold There!" she shouted as she saw the man look directly at her before bolting away again. Italia hadn't expected him to stop, and she grinned....after all, part of the fun of her job was the chase. Upon reaching the alley, she slid to a stop and peered down it for a moment before cautiously and nearly silently making her way down it, slinking between the shadows.
Now Owen was smarter then she might think and had picked up a vantage point where he could see the end of the alley where she would enter and keep her outline just barely. Now he was silent though he wished to breath heavier but he managed to keep this low breathing as she neared, her outline flawless in the shadows. Letting himself slip a small vibro dagger from under his shirt he would let his pistol remain holstered as he reached out to try and grab this female, trying to draw her in for a scare.
As she slunk down the alley, Italia let her focus move from eyesight to her hearing...something her father had taught her during her training...and as she focused on her hearing, she noticed the light rustle of fabric from near by as the man moved. Turning in the direction of the man she moved out of the way just as his hand brushed hers. Cursing slightly, she jumped backward, vibroblade at the ready and hoping she had gotten good enough at hand to hand combat that she would be able to win a fight in the dim light of the alley.
As she slunk down the alley, Italia let her focus move from eyesight to her hearing...something her father had taught her during her training...and as she focused on her hearing, she noticed the light rustle of fabric from near by as the man moved. Turning in the direction of the man she moved out of the way just as his hand brushed hers. Cursing slightly, she jumped backward, vibro blade at the ready and hoping she had gotten good enough at hand to hand combat that she would be able to win a fight in the dim light of the alley.
Owen hadn't been expecting this petite, though attractive, female to be able to move so quickly from his failed advance. Basically staggering forwards as she moved his own blade would barely catch the back of her dress putting a mere 2 in long slit into it. Turning his form to face her he realized that in her hand was gleaming a full vibro blade vs. his dagger. "So lets talk about this now huh?" He chuckled as his form became outlined as he stepped a few feet back into the light of the other alley so she could actually see him.
She didn't even flinch as the dagger sliced into her dress...it hadn't even nicked skin, so she wasn't too worried. as he stepped into the light she gasped slightly, realizing that it was the same man from before. As he asked to 'talk about it' she let out a humorless chuckle. "Talk about it? You just tried to kill my employer. Why should I 'talk' about anything with you?" she asked, slightly put off by his sudden question.
He looked at her giving a slight shrug in the light as he stood like a stone wall there at the end of the walk way not wavering at all. "As was I miss. I was employed to kill your employer." Shawn's voice had a that hint of honesty behind it as though he let his words flow through the darkness to her ears. "We all have to make a living and this job just lead me to kill your employer which I failed at."
Italia huffed slightly, not sure what to do now when her com-link beeped. --Italia? Have you caught the assassin?-- a female voice said. Slowly pulling out her com-link, she gave a hard look at the man before her and sighed heavily before answering. "No. He got away in the crowd." --damn it....well he's safe for now, we got him to the palace in one piece for the most part. He'll be fine. Report back in an hour.-- the other woman stated before the communication was cut. Letting her head fall slightly, Italia wondered just why she had done that. Why had she lied? "Your free to go, but I don't want to see you near my employer again. If I do I'll have to kill you. You understand."
Owen, listening to carefully to the comlink, could only smirk some as he slowly turned his back to her keeping mindful of her. "Your employer will be dead...in give or take an hour. You think I am the only one after to kill him? nuts there are most likely 5 guys here besides me trying to get the bounty on him and if you want to save him you will let me go after him...take me to him and I can get you both outta here. I might be trying to kill him but you spared me so I can wave one bounty for that." Owen's words were drifting to her slow as he began to walk and turn the corner to head back for the palace to help her get him outta here.
"You must be kidding me. How can I trust you?" she stated, then sighed. "Fine, but break in on your own. If I'm seen with you we're all dead anyway." she said and darted past him around the corner. Once to the palace, she informed her employer of the bounty on his head and that the mission was compromised. "You have no choice, as your body guard it's my decision to get you as far away from here as possible. We're leaving."
Owen nearly toppled over as this female rushed passed him and he himself was in no big hurry so he just waited to get himself together before continuing to the palace. Now he was smarter than she credited him for and as he came to the main guards of the front door he flashed a Naboo security badge and let them scan before he got passed. Entering without an problems he knew right where to find them and shortly after he entered speaking as he did. "Get him and lets go."
She nodded, helping the field marshal hoist himself up and following after the man she had just met. The guards they passed looked at them curiously, but didn't say a word as they hurried past them.
Owen knew this complex better than most people did and guiding them through the halls he led them to the hangar bay first before to the edge. "Get him down onto the ground right there...its a 5 ft drop but...." He was cut short as a laser round flew passed them. Shoving them behind a pillar he turned and whipped his blaster out and ducked behind a low crate. rounds were firing all around, the other bounty hunters having caught on. "GET HIM OUT!" He cried as he leaned up to fire before ducking back down.
She nodded and did as she was told, laying herself flat on the ground and lowering him as far down as she could without falling over the edge herself. As a blaster round seared the side of her right thigh, she hissed and let the field marshal drop to the ground below before sliding off herself and shielding the man with her own body as they waited for the man to join them.
Owen hadn't come down yet and with blaster rounds firing over them it didn't seem like he would. Only a few more moments passed before the bolts stop firing, reload time. At that instant of time Owen appeared and slid down with heavy breath as men could be heard shouting after them and growing closer. "Move around the corner....a friend of mine, lets say a fellow hunter, left his ship there we will get you there and out you go."
Italia nodded and studied him for a swift moment before doing as she was told. As they ran, she glanced over at him. "I'm not leaving you behind....so I hope you have a plan for yourself as well . "
Owen followed close behind but stopped short as they got to the covered vessel, his body shifting behind a rock as a bolt gashed him in the side, a loud cry escaping him before looking at her. "Get the hell otu fo here and get him going! Just leave!" He cried at her as he turned the rock and fired at the few advancing men.
Grunting, Italia helped the aging man into the ship. Reappearing a moment later, she held a rifle she had found only moments before and knelt down. Taking steady aim, she fired. One down. Two down. Three down. Four down. "Hurry up and get in here dammit!" Steady. Take aim. Five down. Reload. Steady. Take aim. Six down. Was there no end to them?
Owen looked down as he began to fire and he could only shake his head. She didn't understand that now they were Naboo Guards coming at them not the hunters, a kidnap being thought of this. "I said go!" He cried at Italia as he grabbed her left shoulder with his left hand ripping her from her stance at the 6th shot, the round going off into the sky. "Get him outta here go!" He continued to cry as he turned again and fired quick shots to pin down the on comers.
The thrusters burst into action and she sighed in relief. He had done as she asked, thank god, and they were ready to go. Grunting, she hit the button to raise the landing ramp and darted to the cockpit. She had recognized most of the Naboo guards...the last four she had shot had been guards, only one had been struck fatally. As the guards struggled to get up and collect themselves once again, Italia programmed the navi-computer to take off in the direction of Coruscant space. This whole thing had been such a problem form the very beginning. Glancing over her shoulder at the swiftly raising landing ramp, she hoped the man would have enough sense to jump in.
Owen was still outsider, his blaster letting shots rip with reloads leaving one round in reach chamber not taking any chances. With only seconds between death and life wen made a dash for the lifting ramp to dive on but a loud grunt slid from his lips as he not only crushed the gash in his side but also felt a slug rip through his upper shoulder, his collar bone able to be heard shattering from the passing round. In a great deal of pain and bleeding something furious he pulled himself onto the door as it closed, his form rolling down it with him groaning as the thing set off from Naboo.
As the ship made it's way into space the Italia left the field marshal to pilot as she went back and saw the man laying on the floor. Her leg stung, but it would heal on it's own, he needed help now. Pulling off his jacket, she tore strips of cloth from her dress up to her knees and began tying them around the bleeding injuries. Glancing around, she spotted a bench that would do for a medical table and looked down at him. "Hey...can you make it to the bench over there? C'mon...we've got to get you moved." She said, working to get one of his arms around her so she could help him up.