Weak and Powerless (open)

[Derriphan]

It was the end of the week, the food located in the Zoron's fridge was growing low. So she was sent with a good amount of coin and a droid who could help her carry the items, one of which she put together. It was nothing special just something that could take simple orders and walk beside her to the market. The right side of her face was bruised, from a nice hit to the face from the Hutt who had gave her the money. Her orders were as follows, "Quickly go to the market, pick up the required items and return home."

That is what the Hutt said merely minutes ago. She referred to almost all of them as just 'Hutts' she never gave them any of them a name or cared to remember except her master Zoron Zetti. All the other Hutt's were referred to as "Master Hutt or Mistress Hutt" something of the sort. While Zoron was referred to more as "Master Zoron" giving him a distinct name against the other Hutt's but honestly they didn't care what she called them. As long as she did her work and got them their food. Arriving at the busy Market at last she quickly spread her coin along the places that needed them.

Fruits, vegetables, and mostly meats that they favored. With the bags in her hands and the droids she walked back the way she came. Hoping the Hutt who had sent her would not hit her for being prompt enough. The very thought of the squishy sweaty hand hitting her face sent shivers down her spine, and stirred a motion of hate she wasn't familiar with.

[Sporky]

Thud. Thud. Thud. Heavy durasteel feet hitting the ground. Dull orange optics. Scratched and faded green paint. Heavy brown robes.

Planet: Nar Shadda
Affiliation: Hutts
Chances of Black Nerf involvement: Medium-high

He had been on this moon for 2 weeks. This was not Neimoidia. Neimoidia was relatively clean and peaceful. In the 2 weeks, he had watched 14 people be terminated. Those 14 cadavers had gained him 282 credits. Organics were prone to crime against their fellows for petty reasons. The most common reason in this place being petty squabbles over territory or food.

To be safe, he contacted the Dynamo. All systems reported green. No hull or interior damages. It was unlikely she would remain so for such longer. Organics on this abysmal moon were likely to pick apart and scavenge any ship they think they could get away with.

The Cathar and her handmade droid passed him, and he gave them a cursory scan, revealing nothing. 9.2 seconds later, he stopped in mid-step. A detailed analysis of the droid revealed a Black Nerf insignia etched onto the helm. He wheeled around, stalking after the Cathar. His right hand fingered the trigger of the Hammerhead pistol strapped to his waist. Left hand flamethrower primed and ready.

[Derriphan]

Kharr passed a hulking giant draped in brown. It passed her and she gave it a passing glance as she continued to walk forward with her helper droid. As she continued to walk she couldn't help but feel a burning sensation in the back of her head. This feeling was familiar, it was a feeling she'd felt in the arena. Right before she blacked out, her breathing heightened as she gave a glance back to see the figure that had passed merely a minute go was now following them and wasn't sure what to do.

This was Nar Shadda, it was everyone for themselves. If a fight broke out people would clear that area and let the fight evolve. Giving another glance back she was trying to judge the weight of the individual. It looked heavy, maybe she could out run the beast, but with the added weight of the groceries she would be slowed slightly. What was she going to do? Wait for it to attack? Maybe she was just being paranoid and the man just happened to be heading this way? She'd wait, and be on the tips of her toes to see what would happen.

[Sporky]

Processing action choices...

Processing...

Processing complete..

He could either continue to follow the Cathar, maybe she would lead him to a Black Nerf operative. Or he could assault her on the spot, steal the droid, and make off with it.

He chose the former. He turned sharply to his right, feigning interest in a small weapons vendor. Looking down at the small cache of weapons spread out on a blanket, he ran diagnostics on each of them. They were all blaster pistol. Most of them were in some state of disrepair. Average efficiency rate: 59% of maximum.

He purchased two small hold-out pistols, strapping them to his waist with his Hammerhead. It was a dent in his credits, but not a major one. He turned, and started walking the same direction the Cathar had been going.

[Derriphan]

When the droid stopped to look at a weapons vendor this is when she picked up the pace. They were only a mere ten minutes away from home and as soon as they reached the front steps they would be safe from any intruders. They had a small station of guards and surely enough they'd protect her or so she wanted to believe. If the droid or the food was missing when she arrived home Kharr would surely get a beating no matter what the excuse or story was.

It chilled her to the bone to think about the beating. The worst of them brought a chill that ran the length of her spine. Tied to a post by her hands. Stripped and beat with a whip that ran many times across her back. To the point of almost feinting from blood loss. While being whipped she was also smacked around by another guard. Only adding insult to injury that after they had their fun with her they'd throw her in a tank of kolto to heal her wounds faster along with her own abilities. The mere thought of being beaten again drove her to get home faster and to avoid the man completely if she could.

[Sporky]

TS-13X continued to follow the female, also watching the locals. Fortunately for their own sake, none of them made any aggressive movements towards him.

The in-depth scan he had been running on the female's droid finished. In addition to the Black Nerf insignia, the droid also had a faded Hutt clan marking on its back. He brought up a map of the area.

..There was a Hutt living quarters nearby.

Processing logical course of action...

Processing...

Processing complete.

Hutts meant guards. Guards meant combat. And though he could no doubt take on a few..a larger contingent of well-trained and well-paid guards would be a risk. He broke into a run, thundering down the street after the Cathar. He barrelled into anyone in his way, knocking them over. Perhaps when he was done, he'd check if any of them were dead. Cadavers meant credits. Credits...well. Credits run the galaxy.

[Derriphan]

As soon as a disturbance in the back of the crowd parted them she looked back to see the man who was following them just minutes ago was now making a slow pace toward them parting the people like the red sea. She tapped her droid on the shoulder and without speaking it knew what to do. It started to run in the direction of the Hutt compound. It was slimmer then the man who was chasing after them. So hopefully her droid was fast enough to get away from them. Of course with a blast of fate a man backed up from a vendor and she ran head long into him.

The food that she had gotten spilled from the bags as she was laying on the pavement. Hysteria came to her eyes as she quickly got up and picked up the food that was in the bags, shoving them right back in. Watching her droid fade away from view as she knew the man would be on her in any minute. It was better to die then to go get beaten by them. Picking up the last bit of food she quickly got up, looking behind her the man was within hands reach and she started to run. Her knee's had taken a hard hit from the pavement which caused her to slow, but she had just enough speed on him to keep out of reach.

[Sporky]

A green durasteel hand was just reaching for the Cathar when she slipped away from him.

"Slag!" he swore. "Get back here, you stupid slagging fleshie!" He continued to chase her, unholstering his Hammerhead. He drew it, gripping the handle tightly. He aimed at the general direction her droid had taken off, emptying a magazine. He pressed the magazine catch, and the empty magazine fell to the ground. He reloaded the gun, then drew a bead on the female. Aiming for her thigh, he squeezed a shot, then kept running.

[Derriphan]

She heard his words and she kept on running. The stench of blaster fire filled the air as she wasn't sure what he was shooting at. Her droid that was far ahead of her turned the corner to the street that the Hutt compound was on. Sadly, she would not make it as far as a shot was squeezed and it skimmed her right thigh. She rolled and tucked the food to her self not to lose any of it. Once she came out of the roll she let the food out of her hands and kept it in the bags.

"No, don't hurt me. Don't crush the food, the Hutt's will beat me! Zoron Zetti will kill you!"

Her loud voice was that of a normal one, and her normal voice was a whisper to the human ear. As she grasped her leg in her hand and watched the flow of blood that was escaping from it as her body shivered and she knew it was over. The droid for what ever reason wanted her dead or captured. The reasoning wasn't sure but she had a feeling it was over for her. Although something odd happened in her mind. At one moment her heart was beating a hundred miles an hour and her pulse was sky rocketing, but she felt a sense of calm rush over her as she was herself no longer.

[Sporky]

He levelled the pistol at her face.

"Hutts...guards..get up," he said. "Much as I hate extra fleshie baggage that drains credits..you're coming with me."

A drain on credits, indeed. He'd have to feed her, walk her, clean her, pay for extra ammo..and not to mention medical attention for the wound he just caused.

He sighed, and put his gun back in its holster. He grabbed her arm, and hauled her to her feet. "Do I need to carry you?" He looked around, other hand twitching. They needed to hurry.

[Derriphan]

Her battle mentality fell into place but it faded just as quick as it came. The pistol was leveled to her face as she heard the thing speak. Now seeing that it was a droid because of how close it was. From the looks of it it was an Assassin droid, how did she know this? Well she'd worked on enough droids to know what they looked like and this one looked like one. It had a thick plate of armor or so she wanted to guess. It could easily take any claw marks from her no matter how sharp they were. She watched with wide eyes as he put the gun in its holster.

Grabbing her arm as he hauled her to her feet. Her face turning into a minor twist of pain at the deep gash on her leg from the slug thrower. In the Hutt compound the droid had walked up the steps and informed the guards at the gates of the occurrence. Showing them a data feed of the attacker. The equipped themselves with vibroblades and heavy ion blasters. The ones that could literally scramble people. They then picked up the pace in the direction of where the attack had occurred. Kharr was a prized possession and she was easily worth a small ship in price. Her skills, and her species made her this valuable. The Hutt's would have her back.

"Please.. don't.. kill me.."

Her heart was beating a hundred miles an hour again. As the blood flowed more greedily from her leg because of the heart beat. She could feel herself grow light headed as she panicked and blacked out. If the droid still had a hold on her arm she'd slump against him, if not she'd slump to the ground. She was out cold, and that was good, made the droids job easier now didn't it?

[Sporky]

If he had eyes, he'd be rolling them. Damned fleshies..one minor loss of flesh and they pass out.. He bent down, picked up the Cathar, slung her over his shoulder, then turned.

Calculating best course of action..

Calculating..

Complete.

In 1.4 seconds, he knew what to do. Sticking out his free hand, he set fire to several stalls, and several people. Fire distracted fleshies easily. Taking off the opposite way, towards the Dynamo, he stopped for a moment to grab cloth and antiseptic. He then continued running down the street, setting fire to things as he ran.

[Derriphan]

The trail of fire had to be the easiest way to follow him. The guards were armed and they pushed past the people who were burning. Knocking them out of the way with blunt force as they continued to follow the line of fire. There was only one way he could be heading to, from the line of fire so far. They wanted to suppose that he was heading to the local port to ship off this planet. Then they'd have to plan more precise if he got off the planet. The guards tapping into a com used their masters influence and got the port shut down for a good amount of coin. No one was leaving this planet, the security at the port heavily armed themselves as they waited to wage battle for a most valuable piece of merchandise.

[Sporky]

He was a droid. Picking up comm signals was no problem.

The port was shut down. Slaggit..that ony left a few options. Stand and fight his ways through armed and armored guards..possible. Organics burn more easily than droids.

Hydrazine tanks: 82% full

He also still had 6 magazines for his Hammerhead. And 12 extra slugs for the modified shotgun he'd bought back on Tatooine..

Or he could get creative.

He ducked into an alleyway, still carrying the Cathar. Again, he contacted the Dynamo. The craft took off, blasted a hole in the physical shielding keeping the ships docked, and flew away. What to do now..he could send her into hyperspace, hide, and bring her back at a safe time..or do a strafing run. He continued to run down side streets and alleyways, ducking and weaving and turning.

What sort of makerforsaken mess had he gotten himself into?

[Derriphan]

Over the com link the guards were told about the ship docked as 'Dynamo' blasting out of the ship yard. It was shot at but of course the shots were unsuccessful to bring it down. No one had gotten on the ship, no one that they had saw. So they had to suppose that they were still on this planet. The guards spread out in teams of two across that small sector of Nar Shadda. They couldn't of got far, they also called in on the small criminal empire. As they got thugs, and other people that belonged to it to search for the girl. All of them were familiar with her. They'd watched her grow up, dance for them, and even fight. They all adored and loved her. A prize was put up for her return and the death of the person who took her. the prize was they got the girl for one day, no strings attached. So, thugs, guards, and others alike were eager to find the girl and use her for their own personal enjoyment.

[Sporky]

Thieves. Brutes. Hunters. Degenerates even by Nar Shaddan standards. Let them come. They'd die in a fire or in a hail of slugs.

He turned to his left, and busted down the door of a warehouse that was more than likely eithieer abandoned or just a druggie crash pad. He gently set the Cathar down, and took out the antiseptic and cloth. He had to hurry. This Cathar was near death. And she was the only possible source of information on the Black Nerfs he had. He twisted open the botte of antiseptic and poured it right onto the wound in her thigh. He took out the two hold-out blasters he'd bought shortly before this, and used them as a splint, tying the coth to it and around her leg.

He looked around. Crates. Crates full of...slag. Crates full of Teej wood. He pushed them over to the Cathar, forming a square, enclosing he. There was also a large bue tarpaulin. He draped this over the square.

He contacted the Dynamo No damage reported. Good. At least his ride was alright.

He pulled out the shotgun, and checked it. Shredder slugs. Designed to shear apart on impact. Good. That'd do. He also had his Hammerheard and his tanks were still 82% full.

He stood by the door and waited.

[Derriphan]

Kharr had remained knocked out the entire time. The blood loss was a cause of this. Lost in the darkness of her thoughts she could feel the antiseptic on her. Could feel the cloth being tied around her leg but she wouldn't wake from her slumber yet. She was laid on the cold ground and surrounded by crates. Then a sheet was slumped over her as she slowly opened her eyes. Seeing the dark blue cloth above her. Her vision was blurry, and her head ached with a pain that could be compared to getting hit with a sledgehammer. Laying there she stared at the blue cloth and closed her eyes again. Letting nausea spread over her as she clutched her stomach with her hand.

Outside the complex Zetti's guards, thugs, and others alike were on the search for Kharr. So far the search was unsuccessful. They started to spread out as the time passed, looking for any signs of the man. Of course it continued to be unsuccessful but the prize at hand was too large of a fortune to pass up. So as darkness fell on Nar Shadda people the lowest of the low and highest of the high were looking for Kharr and the man. The prize of a no strings attached night yearning them all to her like flies to a light bulb.

[Sporky]

Like flies to ointment. A call went out across all Nar Shaddan comm channels. Slag..this little femme might be more trouble than she was worth. But..no. He had to get any scrap of info on the Black Nerfs he could.

He moved the boxes, removed the tarp, and picked up the Cathar. This was going to be risky..but just risky enough to work..

He contacted the Dynamo. The small ship flew low over the streets of the city they were in. She strafed the people on the streets near the two, then came back, and did it again. Four strafing runs, then she slowed down to jogging speed and flew at waist height. Those left alive on the streets were still hiding in alleyways, quaking in fear.

TS-13X ran out into the street, and the Dynamo flew by. The cockpit canopy hissed open, and he climbed in, keeping the Cathar against his chest. The canopy closed, and the craft rose and headed for space, the pilot having every intention to jump to Republic space.

TS-13X ran