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Mar 26, 2011 13:42:38 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Mar 26, 2011 13:42:38 GMT -5
So all of the cells would have to come down then, it seemed. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad. All of the containment fields going down at once meant all of the prisoners would break out at once. And all of the prisoners breaking out at once meant there would be more for the guards to focus on than just the scheming motley crew that had been thrown into the same cell as him, perhaps by random happenstance, or perhaps by fate. Whatever it was, Tsu wouldn't complain.
Course, more people getting out at once means more chance one of us could get hurt. As the Bothan continued his work on getting the cells down, Tsu's gaze drifted over the others in the cell. One of them could get hurt. He wasn't too concerned about himself, confident as he always was in his abilities. They'd find a way to get out, though; he was sure of it.
"Sounds alright to me," he muttered. "I'm just ready to get outta here." But not before he got Ifrit back. And his wan-shen. And his other weapons.
A faint, fizzling sort of noise from a little distance down the way caught his attention. The cells were coming down. He stretched his arms a bit, loosening his muscles, and cracked his knuckles. Here we go.
Suddenly someone grunted and he glanced over to the source of the sound to see Lash crumpling to the ground, with Doc standing over him like he'd just socked the man. He had just socked the man. Tsu lifted a black brow slightly. "I know he's not much of a hero, but I don't think having to carry him out will help much, y'know." Then Doc started to take off Lash's shoe, and looked at Ruck. Tsu looked to the giant bug-alien and back to the Kiffar. A lift came on in his head. He had an idea of what Doc might be planning.
And if it was what he thought it was, it was brilliant.
The containment field fell.
Doc tossed the shoe and Ruck went barreling down the hall after it, bellowing as he bowled over who or whatever got in his way. "Bye Ruck!" Tsu called after the... whatever Ruck was. His thick shell and strong odor would be missed, truly, but they'd served a good cause for now. Perhaps they'd meet again.
But those weren't concerns for now. Now the containment field was down and their path to freedom was a little clearer. Now the hard part began.
As he moved out of the cell and into the larger space that all of the holding cells were connected to, he spotted their weapons. Jogging over, he looked over the pile and began picking out his own, even as Lash grabbed his blaster. His dao was there, good. He took the sheathed weapon and slung it over his back, as he always did. His short, serrated vibrosword went to hang from his hip, and look, there were his gauntlets! He couldn't keep the little grin off his face as he slipped them on. They were solid, made of thin, interlocking pieces of phrik, and now that he had them, he could break some faces in. Literally.
Best of all, his wan-shen was there. He picked up the pole arm and extended its shaft to full length. Yes, it might prove useful during the escape, and the glaive at the end of it would certainly work to intimidate, especially if he was forced to use it.
"Alright, other than figuring out where my droid is I thi-"
Lash was screaming like a schoolchild squealing at something. Tsu turned around to look at the what was causing the man grief now, and nearly rolled his eyes.
"Las," he said, putting a firm hand on the man's shoulder, "that's a Gungan."
"Tsubasa!"
Before Tsu could say more to the cowardly pilot, he looked up and behind him. "I know that voice..."
It was Ifrit. The little draconic droid alighted on Tsu's left shoulder, smoke puffing gently from his mouth. His holographic dragon wings were folded over his back, and currently colored a cheerful red.
"There you are, Ifrit," said Tsu, grinning a bit. "And I thought I'd have to follow the trail of stuff you set on fire to find you." The droid only chuckled.
"Well," Tsu said, looking to the others, "I'm set."
Hopefully they'd all have their own gear by now, so they could get out before the guards came storming after them.
Looking over to the Gungan, and then to Lash, he shook his head and huffed a little chuckle. "Don't mind him. He's just easily excitable."
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Mar 26, 2011 15:13:01 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Mar 26, 2011 15:13:01 GMT -5
Palas' violet eyes watched Yunas as he worked away on the datapad. Broken trust was a hard thing to mend, but if he held to his word and got them out, he was on the right track. It wasn't long before he proved to do just that. The sound of the energy barriers coming down one by one was quickly drowned out by the sounds of prisoners going wild. That would be risky, but a risk was better than the certainty of staying in this cell.
The sound of a fist hitting a stomach caught the Twi'lek's attention and Palas turned to witness Lash's fall to the floor. She smiled, in spite of her confusion at why Doc had punched him. The confusion didn't quite stop the enjoyment. The confusion also didn't last too long. Doc took Lash's shoe and the realization hit Palas quickly. So did the fear.
She had been doing so well in ignoring the giant bug in the room. But now Doc had brought the fact of it's presence back to the forefront of her mind. In her fear, she rushed toward Doc to stop him, but it was too late. The energy field went down and Doc tossed the shoe down the hall. It was all Palas could do to scream and jump out of the way as the creature went barreling after it. Sure, it cleared a way for them to escape down the hall, but she would have liked a little warning before he'd done that.
There was no time to discuss the matter though, now was the time to move. And move they did. As other inmates wreaked havoc on the detention block, the occupants of her cell were slightly more goal-oriented. They moved toward the storage lockers that held their weapons.
Palas was stopped short, however, when she came face to face with some sort of droid. It spoke, offering its support in exchange for a ride on her ship. Palas didn't really have enough time to think it through. "If you can get us through any security, I don't give a damn what you do." She turned then to recover her blaster when Lash let out a scream that caused her to jump.
She rolled her eyes at his words. She knew he was a coward, but really? Tsubasa took the initiative to calm her courageous pilot, so she simply rolled her eyes and retrieved her blaster from the stockpile of weapons. Tsubasa voiced his readiness and Palas' eyes widened to see the array of weaponry he now carried. Plus there was another droid. The rate she was picking up passengers was alarming. But again, present circumstances left little time for deliberation.
"Tsubasa," she called as she strapped her pistol holster to its place on her thigh. "you keep Doc and the girl safe and you've got yourself a ride."
She didn't really leave time to discuss. "Let's get the hell out of here already!"
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Apr 5, 2011 1:03:46 GMT -5
Post by Kella on Apr 5, 2011 1:03:46 GMT -5
Glem sighed with relief as she realized everything was still in its proper pocket, and the goonies hadn't had time to mess that up too. Finally back in her customary wardrobe, she grabbed her staff and--
Froze. Someone had followed her in to the room. Glem's adrenaline suddenly kicked in, and then... stopped. He hadn't noticed her. Rather, he was fondling his pistol. Men.
She turned to leave, and let this man to his oh-so-touching reunion, when, it seemed, he noticed her.
"Captain!" he yelled, "there's another monster! 'Cept this one's all spindly and googly eyed!"
"Hey!" she yelled, whacking him upside the head with her staff, "No one talks to my Gizka that way except me! No one!"
Greek cocked his head, and looked quizzically up at the human. He cooed.
"You had better apologize," Glem growled lowly, staff poised to strike again.
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Post by Mara on Apr 8, 2011 2:35:05 GMT -5
He didn't bother to listen to his cellmates as they inevitably escaped among the mayhem out in the hallway. Trevil was just focusing on his work, just getting one more field down, then one more and another... Of course, if the Bothan waited too much longer, his new friends may just leave him behind as they made their way out. But he couldn't think about that now. He had a job to do. Large furry fingers tapped away; more fields disappeared, more screams rolled up the cell block.
Everything blurred into the background as Trevil worked: Doc bribing the large bug creature to leave the cell first with Lash's other boot, the chaos that ensued as the giant being barreled down over guards and other inmates going after the shoe, Doc eventually leaving himself with Lash hot on his heels then the stranger, then Palas and Kess. It was all just in one ear and out the other. He didn't really notice what was going on. Perhaps in some back part of his Bothan brain he had seen and heard the rest of them leaving, but it would be something that wouldn't register for quite some time.
A few minutes passed. Trevil had ended up shutting down every cell on the floor theirs was on. He hadn't meant to, but just got carried away. Why only leave a few closed? Why open just enough to let him and his companions escape? So he had just go on into the recesses of the building's security, letting all the inmates loose. Invariably all the guards in the vicinity would be busy for quite a while. He had even though of locking up the turbolifts from the floors above and below, in case any tried calling for help, not thinking at the time that there were probably also stairs. Slicing was just a rush for him, though. Like others were addicted to drugs and alcohol, the Bothan lived for those hacks.
Trevil looked up then as he closed down his datapad. The cell was empty. He scrambled to his feet and hurried to the now open door. With a glance to make sure that chaos was still rampant, and there were no guards available to give him trouble, he went through and headed town the hall towards where he could see a couple of familiar heads in the diminishing crowd. This was furthermore confirmed when he heard the undeniable girlish wail of Lash up ahead. Somehow among all the other screams and commotion the man still managed to be heard. Trevil shook his furry head; sometimes he thought he was more manly as a Bothan than that human was.
As he got closer, he noticed most everyone from his cell was gathered around a room that was apparently housing all the confiscated weapons from the prisoners. Though he hadn't had anything on him while captured that even resembled a weapon, they had taken his other datapad. And he wanted it back. Ignoring the others--Lash and some strange long-ear biped, Palas and the human-like newcomer--he pushed past into the room to look for his beloved device. Like a friend it was to him, and much better than the one he had stored in his pants, that had gotten them out. But they were far from rescued... He might need two datapads to get them off this planet.
"Aha!" he said to no one in particular. And with everything else going around him, a vague notion that Palas was inviting the stranger from their cell along with them--and what was that droid doing hanging around nearby?--no one would probably hear, or care. Trevil hugged the re-found datapad close to his chest and made his way back out into the hall. Waiting for someone else to take charge now. He was willing to help out where and when he could, but right now, being in the background seemed delightful.
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Post by Apillis on May 17, 2011 14:17:24 GMT -5
If the droid could smile, 'she' would in this moment by the captain's response. Perhaps a bit naive for a droid, but then again, a droid seldom has the ability or reason to question a sentient generally always taking them at their word. But for all intents and purposes, for this droid the captain's response only read as relief.
In response to the captain agreeing to 'her' request, the droid at first could only say in her placid feminine automated monotone, "This is a triumph. I'm making a note here: Huge Success. It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.", the droid gave a nod as another response to the captain's words in regards to aiding all of their escape by further disrupting security, "We do what we must, because we can. For the good of all of us... except for the ones who are dead.", the droid then turned to go about the task of aiding her 'allies' in aiding in both their and 'her' own escape with them. Though, only after taking a step the droid turned to the captain once more mentioning, "This unit's designation is ACD-01 Multi-Functionality Droid... Or simply... Sheilo -- if the captain prefer to be less formal."
While the droid simply walked over to the nearest vacant security terminal typically utilized by a security droid or operator, though with the giant bug rampaging around as well as the numerous other escaped prisoners making a break for it on top of the guards in this area already being dealt with; the terminal was 'free' so to speak. With her remote interface 01 connected to the security terminal, and begun scanning its data banks. Through the terminal 01 had far greater access to systems than 'she' did when using the simple slicing kit earlier, and thus 01 could do quite a bit more now than before.
Even with 01's source ripper, 01 did not want to be too blatant in her actions of slicing into the facility's security. There was much 01 could do, but doing too much would draw more attention in the fallout of what is transpiring here, more so in the investigations. A rogue droid able to easily slice into a law enforcement's security systems will bring in a lot of attention, more so if the slicing capability is something only a droid could with the proper programming. Thus 01 calculated that it was best to opting to take a semi-dramatic action to enable their escape efficiently, yet not do anything too far out of the spectrum in comparison to what has already been done by others.
Someone had shut down all the prison cell doors, so in a way to conceal herself and continue make it appear as though it were coming from that same prier source, 01 copied the source code of what caused the prison cells to shut down; and then applied to shutting down the security cameras and sensors as well as the turrets. The action itself was all at once as the security sensors and cameras systems were tied to the turrets themselves given the turrets relied upon the same system to be alerted of security breaches and targeting. However, while this left the sentient organic guards blind, 01 understood the security droids with them would not necessarily be, as such droids tend to have systems independent from the facility's own security systems. However, while given much of 01's maintenance droid programming 01 could possibly shut down the security droids as well, 01 concluded that would be going too far and exclaim of a droid's hand.
After the spell of time it took for the droid to accomplish this feat, 01 turned to the captain informing her, "The facility's sensors and turrets are down. The security guard organics are blind, but the security droids with them are not. So, caution must still be applied. I used the same source code that was utilized to shut down the prison cells earlier. So whoever that was will be sought out instead of us.", it would have been a wise move by 01, but unfortunately 01 did not realize that the one who shut down the prison cells was one among their number. But for the moment, the droid thought 'herself' to be quite clever, and in any other circumstance might even be considered so. Though, 01 then warned, "It would be best if we kept moving. It is difficult to assess how long it will take for the security personnel and droids to regain control of the facility's systems. But, this unit estimates not long. It is their system."
After all, to a droid no one knows the systems better than the ones programmed to operate them.
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Post by Silas on Sept 4, 2011 21:54:35 GMT -5
“You have no…” He might have heard the rest of her words if not for what happened with the slight flicker in the shield he’d been looking through just seconds before.
With faintly any warning at all it simply shut off, which he might have taken for some sort of trickery if he wasn’t so hell-bent on getting out of this accursed place. Of course there was the damsel in distress behind him he might have to take care of if things went awry. He could always take the noble route; prove chivalry wasn’t truly dead. He could make a difference!
Or he could run.
There wasn’t a delay between the time the door went down before his feet hit the duracreate and the Ferroan was hoofing it as fast as he could down the stair way. A few bewildered prisoners tried to get in his way, but for the most part he simply slid past them to go the opposite way of the big herds. For the most part they would just get in his way, drawing too much attention and being too stupid to do anything when it came to a fight. Ronan didn’t put his life in the hands of strangers, so instead he simply interjected in a fight that was occurring between a guard and another escapee. Without endangering himself he came up behind the distracted guard.
Quick fingers found his mouth as well as the back of his head to produce a sharp crunching noise someone made when they died. Before the prisoner knew what had happened, Ronan had the blaster he hadn’t had time to pull in his hand and was on his way out of here.
While he wanted to get his possessions, they weren’t important at this time. He needed to find a way out; the other stuff could be replaced later in life; if he replaced some of them at all. Those shoes were getting pretty warn out if truth be told, and the blaster needed to be cleaned.
Feet stopped suddenly as he turned around the corner to come face to face with a single guard with a wide eye stare on his face. The gun in Ronan’s hand was well positioned to shoot right at the boy’s chest if he so much as moved. This was the perfect way out; he could easily apprehend the uniform, and then walk out of here without so much as a second thought about the rest of the people in here. Most of them smelled bad anyway.
“So, here’s how this is gonna go down. Give me your unif…” his words trailed off as a group of guards rounded the corner with a few other prisoners in tow. Once again he had the choice to be the hero, because there was a chance he could kill the guards right now. Then their eyes found him, their fingers began pointing, and he began running.
Retracing his steps fairly accurately out of necessity he dashed over fallen things, some bodies, past some estranged people, and through a door. Of course there she was, as if to mockingly contempt him, the green glob of monster stood right in front of him. Before he could stop, he found himself face to face with a rather strange looking man in a dress.
For a second he stood there, blaster in his hand, eyes searching around the room before he said,” Ah well… hi”
In the short awkward silence that surrounded him he noted that there was a surprisingly good looking Twi’lek, four humanish creatures, that frakking gungan, and the little gecko thing on the floor that. And was that a dragon?!
“What the kriff is wrong with him?” He was looking at the other man, a human that looked a little pale and like he might have just peed himself a little bit. The faint sound of boots was in the background, but it seemed they had taken a wrong turn along the way. Maybe he’d just follow this group till he could make a clever escape.
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Post by .:Falcon:. on Sept 30, 2011 9:12:01 GMT -5
[Interjecting here with a catch-up post for Kess!]
The chaos had only gotten worse, surrounding Kess with a steady stream of insanity as she tried to cope in her own way--namely, shutting down everything she could and hoping nobody noticed her for fear of certain retribution. She still hadn't been able to shake off the feeling that the entire galaxy was out to get her...or at least, the bits that were most intimately connected with her. The huge bug ran by, chasing a boot Doc had gotten from Lash by punching him, and then the old man came over to her, pulling her to her feet and putting her in the care of Palas, who seemed to barely notice her.
Then they were running down a corridor, and people were shouting, and Kess was trying to keep up, and they were getting weapons, and there were more people pressing around her...
Kess wrapped her arms around her thin body, huddling against the wall and trying to make herself small again. People didn't seem to be paying much attention to her, but that could change. It usually changed, the moment they wanted someone to blame for something and didn't have anybody to blame but themselves. She didn't know how any of this could be her fault, but bitter experience had taught her that determined, strong people could find any way to blame something on someone who was smaller than they. 'Course, there were all sorts of other people standing about that could probably be blamed, so maybe she could escape notice this time. Maybe.
Lash was screaming again, and Kess' eyes found him, staring in horror at a tall alien that looked completely unfamiliar to her. Even her rather extensive knowledge of alien races could provide no name for it. Part of her brain--the part that wasn't concentrated on avoiding trouble and identifying the alien--wondered why it was that Lash insisted on screaming so much. It seemed to be quite an odd thing to do for someone with so much control over things as complicated and mysterious as the hyperengines of a space-faring vessel. Very odd. Maybe he just enjoyed the sensation of screaming, though she wasn't at all sure why he would. Perhaps some leftover trauma from his childhood that had to do with being left alone all the time, and screaming to get attention?
Whatever the reasons for Lash's odd behavior, they had quite a crew built up now, gathered in the corridor. They almost seemed a mob, all clustered together and shouting over one another, with nobody to try and make sense of what had gone wrong or what might possibly go right. Nobody in charge. It seemed like another nightmare, really. That was when Kess heard it through the hubbub: the tramp of boots, and the clink of blasters. "Um..." she said, trying to worm her way farther into the knot of people, to find Palas and warn her. "We're..." somebody trod on her foot, and she yelped, jumping backwards and banging her head into somebody's elbow. She ducked down low to the floor, peering between legs and trying to find a hint of the guards she could hear, hoping against hope that somebody else would notice them.
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Post by Jenno on Nov 13, 2011 7:32:27 GMT -5
As the monster smacked him up the side of his head, the combination of pain and surprise caused Lash to stumble onto the floor. Turning to look at the creature, Lash raised his hands as the pain-inducing stick was pointed at him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t do anything wrong again, just don’t eat me!”
A few moments later, his mind started to catch up. “Huh? Gizka?” His eyes trailed onto the cooing creature, a species he actually recognised, and a look of puzzlement sank into his face. That’s when he heard the ever so warm and friendly voice of Tsubasa, naming what he assumed was the race of the thin flappy-eared person who had taken quite easily to physical violence. Steadily Lash got to his feet, still keeping a hand raised as he supported his body up and only dropping it when he was finally upright. Only then did he realise that the floor was frakking cold.
He gazed down at the ground and toes wiggled at him, his toes. He’d completely forgotten about the boot-losing incident of the last hour. Today was not his day. Finally the rest of his mind was catching up to the situation again, no long lost in the cloud of weird species that warmed his trousers. “You know, just because you say ‘Gungan’ doesn’t mean I know what they are, you could just be making words up.” He said casually to Tsubasa.
But now that his little scene was over, he could see that the good ol’ reliable Captain was making plans to get them out of their current predicament. However, no matter how carefully or sophisticated her words might sound, and those of the droid that had apparently joined them, Lash knew very well what the basis of their plan would be, because it was a tactic he employed quite dutifully. It was time to run like hell.
“Wait a second,” he exclaimed to Palas, “what about me? Why can’t Tsubasa keep me safe as well? I’m a very key component to this escape, unless you want one of the other highly trained pilots around here to save all our backsides?”
He could hear movement and voices in the distance, they sounded like they were starting to get closer, his voice became hurried. “Okay, I’m done expressing my concerns, I’d very much like to start running now, ideally in a direction that doesn’t get us shot. Does anyone know which way that is?”
Lash looked around the group, slightly hopeful and very anxious. He certainly had no idea which way to go, but hopefully someone did, and he was very keen on starting the whole ‘run’ plan.
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Post by Kella on Dec 14, 2011 0:04:11 GMT -5
Glem stared flatly at the human as he fell to the floor. For the love of Nabu, she hadn't hit him that hard.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t do anything wrong again, just don’t eat me!”
Hm. She couldn't argue with that. No wait, she could. "You'd taste horrible," she muttered. Glem only paid vague attention to the goings-on of the other prisoners, some woman appeared that the human new, and another man, 'Soo-bassa' or something, and a few others milling quickly about. She disregarded them, making sure the last of her things was in order and pushing out of the locker -- until, that is, she heard the human ask,
"Does anyone know which way that is?"
"As a matter of fact," Glem thrummed, sounding very self-satisfied, "I do."
She then began to stride, very confidently, in the direction opposite of the way the guards had brought them in.
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Post by Meira on Jan 14, 2012 10:10:31 GMT -5
Palas was trying to listen to the strange droid that had claimed it could help. The others were making a good effort to steal her attention away though. Tsubasa had that little dragon looking droid, which had caught her curiosity. The number of weapons he carried had also failed to allow her attention to wander. Did she really want to let this guy on her ship? What would happen once they were away?
When the Gungan hit Lash, Palas stepped away from the terminal where the droid called Sheilo was doing... something, and stood over her pilot defensively. "Hey! Nobody hits him but..."
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t do anything wrong again, just don’t eat me!”
Palas rolled her eyes and abandoned her attempt to protect the man. It was then that the droid had started to speak anyway, so she turned back to listen to what it was saying. She nodded her head, but then glanced at Yunas when the droid mentioned security would likely track what it had done back to whoever had opened the doors.
"Great." she said. But that was a moot point. Security would be after pretty much anybody at this point. It didn't change their situation.
Just then, a man with a blaster came running into their little pow-wow. Palas had her own blaster drawn and leveled at the man's chest the instant he appeared.
"What the kriff is wrong with him?" the man said, obviously speaking of Lash.
"He's got a delicate disposition. Who the hell are y-"
Kess yelp and Palas turned her gaze down toward the frightened girl. It was then that Lash once again made his courage known to the group. But he was right, it was time to run. The Gungan answered Lash's question on the general direction they should be fleeing in and moved off with confidence. Palas hesitated, but only for a moment. She didn't have time to sort out all of this randomness now. She'd have to get her mind through it later when they were safe in space with Taris nothing but a bad memory that was best forgotten.
"Move people!" she shouted and then grabbed Lash by the collar of his shirt. "You stay with me." she growled into his ear. "Force be damned... I need you." She started down the corridor after the Gungan.
"Hey!" she shouted to get the being's attention. "Maybe we can work something out?" How many risks was she going to take with strangers today? If it weren't for the adrenalin pumping through her system, Palas might have gone into a panic attack. No more. She told herself. Not a single one more...
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Post by Mara on Feb 1, 2012 18:37:26 GMT -5
(((Sorry for the lateness of reply... Also, Falcon, hope you're okay with any assumptions I may have made with Kess... If not, I can edit.)))
From his place on the outskirts of the main group, Trevil was only half-paying attention to what was going on around him. He had just a vague notion of events: Palas and the strange droid speaking with each other; Lash having some kind of mental break involving the strange long-eared being; Doc, Kess, and the strange man doing who knew what. With his initial elation at having caught up with the group from the Jewel, the higher elation at having found his main datapad, now dissipated, the Bothan was all too aware of the rest of his surroundings, and he didn’t like it one bit.
Along with the cacophony of noises associated with all the beings he had let loose, there was an unmistakable sound of guards off in the not-so-far distance beginning to try to take control of the situation. His ears twitched in nervousness, his fur ruffling, and he glanced around, his violet eyes trying to look for danger, but his height had put him at a disadvantage. The Bothan couldn’t see past all of the taller beings. He decided the best cause of action was to edge closer to the group, where hopefully Palas or someone else was starting to hatch some kind of escape plan.
At the same time, he remembered the two datapads he held in his paws, his backup and his main unit. Trevil glanced at himself, wondering where he could hide them. Whenever everyone as a group decided to make a break for it, he didn’t want to loose them in the commotion. His non-human hands were not exactly built for strong gripping, and he was afraid that one or both of them would easily fall out while hustling through the crowd of beings, trying to evade the guards. And he also had destroyed his hidden secret pocket in his trousers, so he couldn’t hide them there. Perhaps inside his tunic… but he dismissed that idea. The datapads could easily slip out again against his soft fur. Running with them hugged to his chest would just make it difficult to move. There was nothing doing; he’d just have to hang on as tightly as he could and hope for the best.
Closer to the group, he heard Kess cry out. He was unsure why, but it had given him an idea. Perhaps Kess could help him with his predicament. So the Bothan started edging his way around and closer to the girl, starting to catch what was going on with the others as he maneuvered through them. Lash was making it quite obvious that all he wanted to do was run for it, and Trevil had to agree with the scared human. He also noticed that yet another being, a man, had joined their little group of misfits. But there was no time to focus on the fact that their merry little band had almost doubled since being locked away. Trevil needed to get to the girl, who, like himself, was a bit deficient in the height department and probably had been getting ignored as result. Besides the fact that was just more logical, perhaps giving the girl a purpose would keep her from getting too scared.
Trevil laid a furry paw on the girl’s shoulder when he finally reached her. Seeing out of the corner of his eye that the long-eared being had begun striding away confidently, Palas and the others staring after it, the Bothan knew he needed to hurry. It wouldn’t do to make the hand-off in the middle of a stampede. When Kess looked at him, he spoke quickly, his fur ruffling in agitation, and showed her his two datapads. “Could you do me a huge favor? These are very important to me, but I’m afraid I might drop them when we break for it.”
His violet eyes flicked away for a second as he heard Palas yelling for them to move, grabbing Lash as she went. “If you could just carry them for a little while until we are safe.” He held the ‘pads closer to her. After Trevil made sure that Kess had his datapads safe, he added, “Thank you. Now… we’d better get going. Come on.” He guided the two of them after Palas, Lash, and the others, keeping himself nearby the girl the whole time, one of his arms behind her back as they hurried to catch up.
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Post by Apillis on Feb 20, 2012 17:04:47 GMT -5
At this point the droid felt it best to keep things on the low-key side, 01 had already brought enough attention to its own being. Now 01 hypothesized that it is best the organics take the reigns of the situation after 01 had shut down the security cameras and turrets for a limited time. Or so 01 deduced. But 01's current reasoning viewed doing more would bring on even more attention, and that for the sake of 01's own survival as it reasoned within its self-preservationism thought it would be unwise. So, 01 played the role of the maintenance droid about on par with an astromech droid for the most part. Anything more, again, would bring more focus unto 01, which needed to be avoided.
So, as the organics moved about frantically seeking to make their escape from the facility, 01 merely stiffly followed along. After all, protocol and maintenance droids are not known for possessing free flowing, fluid movement and action--they are often stiff and rigid in design to simply fulfill their designated purpose. Somewhat clumsy in motion, though in more meticulous and exacting with their hands for more involved and precise repair work. Despite 01 possessing the ability to move as gracefully as a finally tuned, highly trained human athlete--01 mimicked the part of a clumsy protocol/maintenance droid hurriedly shuffling its stiff bipedal legs to keep up with the organics.
So long as 01 keeps to playing such a role, it was deduced that 01 could remain unbothered. After all, most simply dismiss droids out of hand, seeing them as little more than furnishings and expendable servants. Placing them not above scruntiny, more along the lines of simply not being worth the time to do so.
As the organics made there introductions to one another, 01 simply kept quiet and merely stored their designations within its databanks. But when reviewing the security footage that 01 had scanned earlier of the former inmates of the facility, one particular designation did not seem to quite match right. There was a confliction that 01 felt needed clarification, so 01 turned to its new 'master', the twi'lek captain Palas, and inquired about it, "Security observation of this facility's prison data indicates you refer to this human organic", the droid gesturing its left hand to Lash, "as 'frakking moron' often, and not always when the human organic is present. Is this a preferred though alternate designation this unit is ignorant to and should redesignate within its databanks to properly address the human organic as?"
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Post by Jenno on May 9, 2012 17:52:37 GMT -5
The so-called 'Gungan' started moving, in a direction that was away from the approaching sounds of boots. Now there was this droid, it seemed very much willing to talk to Palas, but when the complicated span of words were directed towards him, Lash couldn't resist the urge to say something, despite his lack of effort to do so.
"No thank you... droid. Her talking to me in such a way is how she expresses the deep and personal bond between us, it's not something shared with someone el-hey! Hey! What're you doing?" Palas had grabbed him by the collar and was now more or less dragging him along with her as she and the rest of their rag-tag group began to move.
"Not the shirt, not the shirt!" Lash pulled away from her grip and adjusted his shirt. "I'd like to hold on to my other items of clothing thank you very much." He still stuck close to her though, partially because she seemed to be in a protective mood, he guessed his words about being their saving grace had made her realise the truth.
"You shouldn't be damning force, Cap. The amount you use it I'd have thought it was your best friend. But I'm glad to see you admitting your true feelings for me."
As the group made their way through the high-rise building, the sound of boots behind them began to fade, but before they could rejoice in their fortune, there was a voice from up ahead.
"There's a group on the containment floor moving west! Stun them, the boss wants them alive."
A few guards up ahead, weapons drawn, looking towards them, and it sounded as though they'd just called for friends. As they drew their weapons, Lash grabbed Palas around the waist and pulled her over to the pillar besides the window, it was the nearest cover he could run to. "Watch out!"
They started firing, the lightning blaze of blaster bolts narrowly flashed by as Lash put his back up against the window. "I thought the plan was to avoid this kind of thing?"
A small stand off began, guards shooting, members of their group shooting, not Lash of course, he just stood there, watching the others fire. Then he saw the door across from him. "Hey, here's an idea, send a couple of people through there and get behind them so I can stop getting shot at. I like that idea."
But as soon as he'd mentioned his sheer brilliant plan, the doors hissed open of their own accord, Lash saw the ends of three barrels pointed at him. It was not the most enjoyable sight he could recall. They fired, he raised his hands above his face, two of them were not the greatest shots in the world, they managed to hit the window behind him, which shattered from the blasts. The third guard however, his aim had been much better, hitting Lash in the chest. The force of the hit sent him stumbling backwards. But having forgotten that there was no more backwards, Lash stumbled all the way out of the window. He could feel the air thrashing against him as he fell, but his body was numb, that shot really had stunned him.
It was such a long drop, he could see the end, but it was so far away. This wasn't the way he wanted to go, if he died in the air he wanted it to be in some grand battle where he sat behind the controls of a ship, giving the world hell before he went. What kind of death was this?
He wouldn't know, he passed out shortly after falling from the building.
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May 10, 2012 16:47:06 GMT -5
Post by Meira on May 10, 2012 16:47:06 GMT -5
Palas relinquished Lash's collar as he complained, but she hardly allotted him any of her attention. She was far more concerned with how she was going to get all these people to safety. She kept her head on a swivel, trying to keep everything within her line of sight. This wasn't possible of course, evidenced by their sudden run in with another set of guards.
Palas was struggling with the strap holding her blaster in its holster when there was a sudden force around her waist that pulled her back and to the side. Her body slammed into a nearby pillar and the realization that it was Lash that put her there infuriated her.
"YOU watch out!" she said, shoving his arms away and leaning around the pillar to shoot. She didn't particularly care that he didn't particularly deserve the tone. What she cared about was that there were guards shooting at people she was supposed to be helping escape.
"I thought the plan was to avoid this kind of thing?"
"Would you like to take a swing at leading things?" Palas asked, the sarcasm evident in her eyes as she spared a moment to glance at his form cowering against the window. She turned back to the guards who were still holding them pinned in the corridor. She was landing a shot here and there, and her shots certainly weren't set to stun. But they were moving too slow. They couldn't stay here.
"Hey, here's an idea, send a couple of people through there and get behind them so I can stop getting shot at. I like that idea."
"How about I shoot you!?"
One, two, then three shots flew past Palas. The first two struck the window, shattering it and causing a sudden rush of air to whip through the corridor. The third caught Lash square in the chest.
The next few moments were a blur. Shots were still being fired around her, but all Palas could see was the shocked look on Lash's face as he stepped back. And then he was falling. "LASH!" she cried as she stumbled and almost fell through the window herself as she reached to grab his arm. The tips of her fingers grazed his arm, but as her grip closed, it was on nothing but air.
Then there were hands on her shoulders and she was being pulled back away from the window. Once his falling form was no longer visible, Palas seemed to come back to the reality that she was about to find herself back in one of those cells. And not just her.
The thought of all this being for nothing, of losing Lash like that... just to end up back where they started, snapped something int he Twi'lek's mind. She threw an elbow into the chin of the man attempting to restrain her arms, sending him reeling. A kick to the groin of the second man saw him laid out on the ground. With her hands now free, Palas was able to level her blaster at the chest of the third and she pulled the trigger. She'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy taking that life.
The side passage was now clear. Palas called the others to her and laid out some covering fire to allow them to rush to the doorway. She stayed a few moments longer after they were all safely through, firing wildly at the guards still blocking their intended path. Finally, with one more desperate look to the window, Palas turned and rushed after her crew members that were still alive, fully determined to keep them that way.
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May 24, 2012 1:32:00 GMT -5
Post by Mara on May 24, 2012 1:32:00 GMT -5
(((Again, Falcon, I may have taken a few liberties with Kess here…)))
As the Bothan and the girl Kess ran along with the others from the Jewel, old and apparently new, his ears flickered, catching all the chaos around them. In the not-so-far distance he could hear the guards approaching towards their location, and his fur ruffled in agitation. Trevil was also partially disturbed by the fact that as they moved farther on, the hallway grew emptier. All the other escaped convicts had already fled their separate ways, either home free or caught once again. Their small band seemed to be the only beings left, at least in this part of the prison, and easy pickings for the guards.
He briefly considered taking off down a side passage and striking out for his own but quickly dismissed it. Such a move wouldn’t help his case with Palas, and he actually wanted to stay with her ship for a while longer. It seemed his best chance for the foreseeable future to find the rest of his bank crew. Plus, he had developed a bit of a soft spot for the former human slave girl. Trevil couldn’t just leave her to fend for herself, trying to keep up with the others with her shorter legs. No, he’d better just stick this out and hope someone had an escape plan hatched for getting them out of here in one piece and off this planet.
Such an idea would have to wait, though. The shouting of the guards grew closer, and his violet eyes spied a few of them up ahead of them. Quickly, he looked around for some cover for himself and Kess as he saw them bring up their blaster rifles and handguns. Though the guards had shouted they were only stunning victims, Trevil had no great urge to be locked up again. Especially after he had gone through such great lengths to get out just a couple hours before. He ducked down, and they fled few meters back down the hall, squeezing into the small alcove of a doorway that was just big enough to keep them out of the line of fire.
Kess was trembling, obviously scared. To keep her from crying out and to generally try to soothe her, he wrapped a furry arm around her and pulled her close, farther into the small cover of the doorway. At the same time, he kept his eyes and ears alert as he leaned his muzzle into the hall to see what was going on. The members of their little crew who had recovered their weapons from the storage locker were trading bolts with the guards. A glance down told him that so far everyone was still standing; there was even a guard lying prone on the ground. He wished he hadn’t lost his blaster weeks earlier. He was a fair shot and could have helped out.
When the next events of the scene in front of him unfolded, they happened so fast that he almost didn’t believe his eyes. He had to blink and refocus and run them back through his mind. While the two sides were still shooting at each other, suddenly another door opened up, somewhere between the standoff and where the Bothan and the girl were hiding out. They were on the other side of the hall, and Trevil felt for sure that they had seen them; the angle allowed him to see the guards, anyway. But their focus was elsewhere; the aim of their guns showed that. As they started firing somewhere out of his sight, he heard the shatter of a plasteel window and seconds later Palas screaming. Risking a look, he saw that the Twi’lek captain was okay but leaning out the opening. A quick head count showed him that Lash was now missing.
Trying not to think what they would do without their pilot and simultaneously calculating in his head the height and rate at which the man would have fallen and his survival possibilities, he kept his violet eyes glued on the evolving situation in front of him. The guards who had gotten Lash were after Palas. However, in a flash of what he could only call adrenaline-induced determination, the Twi’lek female dispatched the three men and yelled for them to head through the same doorway. Trevil grabbed Kess, bent over to let her climb on his back so she wouldn't fall behind in the rush, and then hurried down to join the others, the captain shooting towards the original set of guards as a distraction. On his way, he took a second to stoop once again and pick up the dead guard’s blaster rifle before once following the others into the passage and towards escape
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Jun 28, 2012 1:06:20 GMT -5
Post by Kella on Jun 28, 2012 1:06:20 GMT -5
Glem felt wonderful. The despair of the cell had dissolved in the wake of re empowerment, now that she had herself all put back together. She charged forward, the others following behind her, something that also felt wonderful.
Her mind whirred. Buildings in Taris tended to come in only a handful of shapes. The cells had formed lines on either side of a wide corridor, and after Glem opened the door on the far side of that corridor, she realized that the corridor continued, straight, for some ways. Too far for a geometric organization of the building, which meant that this particular one was a very long rectangle.
Through the door, the corridor widened; the left wall comprising one very long window, the right wall dotted with doors. Glem spotted guards and dove to the right, behind a concrete planter. If you weren't in the cell block, you'd never know this building even had a containment floor. Sneaky bastards.
The pillars to the left provided better cover, which most of the others took, but what idiot stood themself right in front of a window?
The door closest to Glem, mere feet from her hiding place, whooshed open, soon followed by a flurry of blaster bolts. As the window shattered and the coward human fell, Glem got the answer to her question.
As the Twi'lek began to attack the guards, Glem cursed. That woman was going to get herself gunned down. Not that Glem particularly minded, but it served her own interests to toss a grenade forward down the corridor, which she did. Glem expected to then have to turn to the close guard, but, well, the Twi'Lek had taken care of that.
She turned to Greek, who was nestled in the foliage of the planter.
"Remind me to never piss her off."
The Gungan vaulted over the planter, which left her only a step behind the Twi'lek. They entered what was very obviously a storage room, as unmarked crates filled the room, except for a narrow pathway through the center. This ended in a door identical to and opposite the one they'd just come through. Glem edged around the Twi'lek to reach it first, Greek close on her heels.
"These buildings are symmetrical, two parallel corridors, elevator banks on each end. But those will be shut down, which leaves the maintenance shaft." Then, under her breath, "Don't ask me how I know that."
The last of the prisoners entered the room. "And just to keep them on their toes..." She thumbed a button and the door slid open. "We go right."
And with that, Glem ducked out and began to sprint down the corridor. It was back the way they'd come, towards the containment block but in the corridor parallel to it. It was a much shorter distance than trying to reach the other end of the building, and most of the guards who'd come from that bank of elevators -- the heavy boot-falls of before -- were no longer at the elevators, but had pursued the prisoners up the first corridor.
This hall was open, and sure enough, Glem could see all the way to the elevators and their blinking lights. The men after them were hardly trained guards. They were somewhere between lackeys and rent-a-cops -- did that make them rent-a-lackeys?
As Glem sprinted, she realized that the building really was symmetrical. This section of the hall was bordered with cube-shaped rooms, no wall between them and the corridor, each with a desk and set of shelves. The containment units were nothing more than modified office space.
Glem snorted, but a flash of motion up ahead caught her attention -- two more thugs. She ducked into one of the rooms, pressing against the wall as she drew her blaster. She could hear blaster bolts and yelling behind her. The others would deal with the guards coming from that direction. Or just soak up the bolts. Either way worked for Glem.
She leaned around the wall to shoot, then, thinking better of it, grabbed a cryo-grenade instead and chucked it down the hall. The sound of footsteps -- which had been growing -- suddenly stopped. Glem peeked around the corner, and sure enough, the building featured two new ice statues where the open elevator bank met the end of the corridor, in a T intersection.
"Take that, bastards!"
Glem continued sprinting down the hall, and rather than slowing at the ice, grabbed the outstretched arm of one of the thugs and used it to swing herself around to the left as she slid. The elevators lined the wall to her right -- the short end of the building -- and the short hall ended in a window ahead. At the end of the little hall, on the right -- also in the end wall of the building -- was a small alcove.
"Bingo."
Ignoring the glowing 'Employees Only' sign, Glem twisted the handle of the door.
Or tried to.
It was locked tightly, despite the way it jiggled loudly under Glem's efforts. She swore under her breath, then turned back to the others, who were just coming around the icy corner.
"It's locked." She pointed defiantly at the door. "Someone fix it."
Suddenly, a small group of guards entered the elevator hall, from the far corridor, the one with the cells. Glem moved past the others, and ducked behind one of the frozen guards. There would be limited cover in the alcove, and Glem could at least buy them some time.
She usually had no interest in working with others, but she sure as hell didn't know how to hack a door. Glem started firing at the thugs in front of her, less concerned with nailing anyone so much as greatly discouraging forward movement.
It wasn't long before one of the guards hit the man she was hiding behind, who shattered in an explosion of icy shards.
"Svit!"
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Jul 11, 2012 13:30:02 GMT -5
Post by Apillis on Jul 11, 2012 13:30:02 GMT -5
Things certainly begun getting exciting as more guards begun showing up on the scene. The droid calculated that it would not take them to assume control over their systems and regain control. Though it did cause the droid a fair amount of the concern when the good captain tore off on a rampage blasting at the guards, while her pilot was incapacitated. After all, if the good captain dies now, 01's prospects are once again in a further bleak situation. Right now her self-preservation programming was kicking into a high-gear, and therefore calculating her survival as well as her 'new master's and crew' continued living is all there was to find an agreeable answer for.
Everything begun moving so fast, though, and while normally she would have zero trouble keeping up. Maintaining the facade that she is merely a maintenance/protocol droid caused her to move and act as though that is all she was. Therefore, the stiff awkward movements such droid models tend to have, caused her to lag behind the rest of the pack as she mimicked those droids' kinetics. Though the incoming rush of the guards and her lagging behind the group, she effectively got cut off from them a the t-junction hallways. Taking cover behind a blown out security terminal that was blown out by blaster fire, immediately 01 begun calculating the best method of how to get to the guards, and rejoin her new 'master' and crew.
They seemed to be stuck at a security door, though from her position she could not see them--for all she knew she was getting further and further behind them believing they were still on the move. Perhaps brash for a droid, but nevertheless, 01's numerous calculations lead to deduce, the best course of action was to drop the stiff awkward movements of a maintenance/protocol droid and take on her infiltration droid kinetics. But first guards, she did not need to eliminate all of them, and doing so could be a tall order, all she need to do was get passed the two positioned at the corner of the t-junction 01 needed to round to rejoin the good captain and crew. Fortunately, one was a Mark II security droid. This bodes well for 01, she can slice into such a droids with ease, after all, shutting down combat droids was the original purpose her design.
Utilizing her source droid source ripper and optimized and remote interface, she did not need a console to slice into the Mark II security droid, she could easily do so remotely. And that is precisely what she did, with her remote functions she tapped into its signal to the facility's security systems, and from that signal--sliced into into its functionality core systems assuming control over it. But doing so remotely, she did not have the signal strength to maintain control over it for long--the facility's own security measures immediately begun taking action to regain control over the Mark II security droid. With the increased signal strength and interference from the facility's security systems, 01 calculated she will only be able to maintain a few seconds of control over the thing.
But the droid knew what to do within the those few seconds of control. The very second she had full control over the Mark II's functionality systems, she controlled it to turn its heavy blaster on the human organic prison guard beside it firing at the crew. With the Mark II's heavy blaster pistol only a couple inches from the guard's head, 01 controlled the droid to pull the trigger. The guard flopped to the ground dropping his blaster. A couple other guards on the scene begun firing at the seemingly malfunctioning security droid. It staggered out of its covering spot from receiving a couple shots. And to maintain the facade of it seeming to be malfunctioning 01 controlled it to fire a couple random shots at the guards that completely missed, and then manipulated its systems to make it put its own blaster under its chin and pull the trigger completely blowing off its head. Which the sight was a bit perplexing to the guards... after all, they just saw what looked like a security droid lose its mind killing one of its masters, fire a couple other of its masters, and then commit suicide.
But with the guard droid and the other guard no longer hiding behind the corner 01 needed to round, she was free to move. If she just shuffled awkwardly along, the other guards could blast her away. After all, she is an infiltration droid designed to pose as maintenance and protocol droids, thus she does not have much in the way of armor. It was a fight or flight moment, and 01 had no intention of fighting, her every calculation and deduction told her to survive, and the calculations with the best chances of survival and not getting blasted to bits--was to move her shiny metal ass as fast as she possibly could.
So moving with the speed of an Olympic runner, and agility of a circus acrobat, but reinforced with a infiltration droid body--01 hauled ass. Rounding the corner at full sprint. But to evade prevent the guards from being able to get a decent bead on her, she leaped across the width of the hallway, planting her right foot on the wall--using it to spring off of for half-front flip so her feet were to the ceiling, and with her droid reflexes sprung off of the ceiling further down the down the hall several meters toward the crew's position. With another half-flip she landed into a frog stance on the cold metal floor sliding on her feet and hands, small sparks generated from her metal fingertips and feet scrapping across on the metal floor of the facility.
Rising to her full stature, she paused for a trice as she stood among the crew once again. Noticing they seemed to be stuck a locked down security door, 01 regressed back to her stiff, awkward movements common to maintenance and/or protocol droids, as she said, "Oh my! Such trouble and excitement! My circuits can scarcely take it!", and shuffled on over to the small security terminal of the door. Her left hand typing away at its keys with such rapid movements her metal fingers were pretty much a blur. Simultaneously her source ripper operating remotely as she sliced into the terminal manually, it only took her a couple seconds to have the security systems to the door completely shut down and cut off from the facility's security systems control, isolating its systems to as their own designated operating system separate from the facility. In short, with her source ripper, she rewrote that security door's code with one she could control. The purpose for this was so she could seal the door behind them to aid their escape.
Stepping beyond the door, she informed the crew, "I will seal the door behind us--they will not be able to use it with their systems, they will have to slice the rewritten code, or find another route. Either way, it bides us more time."
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Jul 28, 2012 14:36:51 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Jul 28, 2012 14:36:51 GMT -5
Palas was breathing heavily when the door closed behind them. She was doing everything she could to keep it together, but the sound of shattering glass kept working it's way back into her mind. How had things gone so wrong? Just a few months ago, she was doing petty runs and keeping her head down. Sure, she was floundering and barely keeping her ship in working order, but she also wasn't fighting for her life at every turn. This was all his fault. The thought left a sour taste in her mouth and a sinking feeling in her stomach that felt suspiciously similar to guilt. But it was true. If he hadn't hidden on her ship, she'd have made that run for Greegar and all would be well. So what if he saved their lives twice? Neither of those situations would have happened if it hadn't been for him! She pushed the thoughts aside as they reached the other door in the room. The Gungan was talking, but Palas hadn't really been paying attention. Probably not the best idea considering the situation. "And just to keep them on their toes... We go right.""Huh?" But the Gungan was already moving down the corridor, back in the direction they'd come. Palas watched her move, blinking a few times before she realized she was just standing here. What was she thinking? Palas was beginning to have some doubts about following this obviously crazy creature, but they didn't really have many options. Signalling for the others to follow, Palas sprinted after the Gungan, only to dive behind some cover when a few shots zipped through the air around her head. The Gungan shouted, and then there was nothing, looking around her bit of cover, Palas saw the reason. The guards were frozen where they stood. Wasting no time, Palas jumped up and followed their haphazard guide to a dead end. Great. A locked door. Well maybe Yunas could be put to use again. More shots, more guards. Palas let out a frustrated cry as she jumped behind a large pot. She fired with her blaster over the top of the pot, but without really aiming. Then there was what sounded like a moment of confusion amongst the guards they were facing. She had to get Yunas over to the door while she had the chance. Palas turned to summon the Bothan forward, but instead she was met with the sight of the droid leaping through the air, it's feet springing it off a wall and then the roof before landing amongst them. To say she was shocked would have been a gross understatement. It took a blaster bolt grazing her shoulder to shake her out of it. With a cry of pain, Palas dropped her blaster and grabbed at the spot. Already, she could feel the limb going numb. She tried to move her fingers to stop the spread, but it was no use. soon her whole arm was dangling uselessly at her side. The numbness spread to her collar bone and rib cage, but that was about it. The droid, by now, had the door opened and the others were moving through. She grabbed the blaster with her left hand and ran through the door. When it was sealed shut behind them Palas leaned against a wall to take a few breaths. Surely they couldn't have much further to go. ------------------------------------------- As luck would have it, the group was only a few floors away from the hangars. In the sealed off stair well, they met no resistance. In the hangar, there was little. Most guards had been called to the detention floor to round up the prisoners. With a slight shudder, Palas momentarily considered what it must be like to face down that giant insect.... thing. They found the Jewel and as soon as everyone was on board, Palas was warming up the engines. Her movements were slow and awkward with just the one hand, but she managed to get the ship hovering and the landing gear up. The hangar door, fortunately was a simple barrier that could be flown through, but kept the high winds of the tall tower at bay. Even so, and open door was hard to fly through with just one hand, but Palas managed. When they were clear of the building, Palas allowed herself to release the breath she felt like she'd been holding since they escaped their cell. They were out! She pressed a button on the ship's comm. "Everyone get strapped in. We're gonna break atmo and get the hell outta here." But as she hit the thrusters and angled the ship skyward, a warning alarm sounded from the ship's sensors. They weren't home free just yet.
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Aug 15, 2012 19:41:38 GMT -5
Post by Dutch on Aug 15, 2012 19:41:38 GMT -5
While the rest of the group had gone one way during the jailbreak, the dashing Ruck had another place to be. One thing that a Ruw soldier never did, was leave his weaponry behind for some random alien to attain it, and try to learn its secrets. Luckily, Gar Naal tech was genetically coded to only work when a Gar used it. However, given the right amount of know how, and a couple degrees in biomedical sciences, ballistics, and xenobiology, one could someday learn the secrets of Gar Naal technology. Ruck bounded down the halls away from the group, and towards the familiar scent of his gear. It wasn't that hard to find the armory where his stuff was held, nothing else on the planet could possible smell like Ruck's pheromones... except maybe the local waste processing plant. A few turns and a couple of crushed guards (at the hands of Ruck) later, and he grabbed onto the door to the armory and pulled at it until it was wretched straight out from the wall. "Hey! Wh-what...?" Stammered a guard who rounded the corner at full tilt just in time to see the formidable form of Ruck as he stood there with the heavy door held above his head like some sort of trophy. Ruck's eyes bulged ridiculously out of his skull and his olfactory tentacles flailed in surprise before he looked to his left and right in panic before squealing. The guard shrieked back in response and then was flattened under the steel door Ruck had ran forward and slammed down at him. Repeatedly. As the Gar strolled into the room he had just torn open, his eyes lit at the sight. Lined up and shining in the overhead lights, Ruck's arsenal was lain out on a table, obviously set aside to be studied or sold later. He cooed happily as he ran his hands over his guns and they began to light up and whir at the receiving of Gar DNA. With the practiced motions of one who had done this many times, Ruck equipped himself. Luckily his captors had let him continue wearing his harnesses and bandoleers, mistaking these as basic clothes for the alien. Each weapon slid into its place fluidly. His pistols into each holster, his shotgun into the loop behind his back. The lightning cannon latched onto his back without a hitch, and before Ruck picked up his beloved lightning rifle... he strapped on all four bandoleers of grenades. Ruck picked up his rifle and cooed as it lit up with a CHK-bzzzzt! just in time for two more guards to charge into the room. "Ruck BLAST!" The Gar roared and pulled the trigger of his rifle and shrieked with delight as the two bolts of pure electricity instantly fried the flesh from the first guards face, then the genitals of the other. As he strode to leave a couple of quick, powerful stomps caved in the guard's skulls with an audible pop. Gurgling with satisfaction Ruck twisted his tendrils around to pick up the groups scent again, and sprinted full tilt towards them. Unfortunately, there were so many smells wafting about this compound. So Ruck used his masculine deductive skills to beat a guard he found until the guard told him how to get to the hangar. And then Ruck head butted said guard through a window. While the rest of the Jewel crew worked their way to the hangar, Ruck peeled out mere turns behind them until he too made it to the hangar, but remained unnoticed as far as he could tell. "BLARG!" Swore Ruck as he ran faster, his want to not be left behind fueled him to leap and bound great distances... and fly into the closing hold door. He spun and clanked against the metal floors, but apparently the rest of the group had moved into the ship further. Unfortunately, Ruck had flew into the cargo bay so fast, and so hard, that his head collided with some sort of heavy crate, and knocked the Gar out. -------------------------------- Some time later, Ruck had already awoke, and was apparently still undiscovered in the Jewel. The Gar wandered around the ships corridors, and peered into various rooms that he didn't know. He didn't stop searching until he reached what he guessed was one of the crew's quarters. Little did he know, but he had found Palas' room. He let himself in and his olfactory tendrils slapped wetly against themselves as he took in the twi'lek's scent. It was warm, and pleasant, and fresh. Ruck liked it. He liked it a lot. And because he liked it, he decided to cover himself with her scent. Ruck pulled out drawers and tore through her closet and clothes whirled about like colorful dancers. Many of these articles Ruck had never seen before, nor knew their purpose. He held up some small pair of silken garment and turned it about. Ruck didn't realize that panties were not made for his head, and that his antennae didn't each go into one of the leg holes. Didn't stop him from wearing them that way though. It was then that Ruck heard some shuffling footsteps from outside the door, and jerked his head to face the person about to enter with bulging eyes and whirling face tendrils. "Knock knock?" Asked the Gar.
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Sept 18, 2012 17:24:34 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Sept 18, 2012 17:24:34 GMT -5
Palas was doing her best to get the ship moving at speed, her good arm flailing about as she pushed buttons, pulled levers and turned knobs. At one point, the Twi'lek was using her knee to steep as she leaned across the control panel. This was a mess, and all the while, the alarms blared.
"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" Palas cried out in frustration, kicking at the console until a section of it erupted in sparks and the alarm went silent. Great... she thought to herself, but now was no time to worry about what she'd broken. It wouldn't matter if they got blown out of the sky.
Sudden bursts of light came streaming past the transparasteel viewport. Whatever fighters had come after them were closing in. If they couldn't get out of the atmosphere soon, they'd have no chance. The Jewel wasn't the most graceful of ships, even in the more forgiving vacuum of space. In atmosphere it's maneuverability was laughable. More shots were fired, narrowly missing the ship. Even with their shields, it wouldn't take long to bring them down. Palas slammed her fist on the comm.
"Someone better get up here and get their ass on these guns!" she shouted as she tried to steer the ship in something that might remotely resemble evasive maneuvers.
Merde! she cursed silently as she felt the rumble of a shot grazing against the shields. She jerked the controls left, then right in quick succession. "C'mon..." she mumbled. It was just a little farther to the edge of Taris' atmosphere. "Think, Palas. What would Lash do?
"Count me out!" she said, her voice mocking his as best she could. "I didn't sign up so you could get me killed!"
Ok, that wasn't helping. Now all she wanted to do was see him again, so that she could punch him for going off and dying on her, if nothing else. Stop it! Focus! Palas set her jaw, her teeth grinding against each other as she continued to duck and dodge the ship, but the Jewel gave a sudden jolt and a shudder, and then there were more alarms going off as the lights in the cockpit flickered on and off.
Merde! This was it. One more shot like that and they'd be done for, she was sure of it. They'd be falling back down onto the city planet, her ship... her life in torn bits of burning shrapnel. Everything she'd done, these people she'd tried to keep safe, it'd all be for nothing. Palas' lip started to tremble, but whatever stubbornness was left inside of her kept the tears at bay. What a waste.... was all that came to her mind now.
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