Career Day

[Kalladrrl]

The fact that nature had been utterly subjugated on this forsaken, city-bound planet irked Kalladrrl to no end. Even smoky, polluted Ord Mantell had trees. Tatooine…not so much. There was too much nature for anyone to possibly tame, however. The desert wouldn’t let them tame it. The dragons and the Sand folk and the storms made sure of that. Lianna, though? The planet had surrendered itself to the conquest of civilization entirely; the planet shown like a jewel as he’d made planetfall and he didn’t know how anybody could get any sleep in a place that was so bright. And noisy. And…populated.

There were beings in every direction he looked, including above and below the café terrace where a large sandwich sat in front of him. Part of him felt strangely trapped, like he couldn’t breathe amongst so many teeming masses. Another part of him was hungry, and deeply so. That hunger wasn’t just for the seafood and bread combination he’d been snacking on, but a hunger for credits. All those sentients were teeming with money, so much so they couldn’t possibly keep track of all of it.

And some of it would be his. That’s why he was here; the Guild was involved in some business, a multi-pronged plan that involved multiple levels of deception.

The Wookiee thrived on duplicity.

He sipped a tart, citrus-and-sugar beverage that delighted his taste buds and slaked some of his thirst as he flicked the screen of his datapad back to life. Kalladrrl’s eyes ftouched briefly at the time in the corner of the screen. Still on track for the meeting. His thick fingers perused the schematics of their target: Paradise Grove Memorial Hospital. He grunted into another bite of food as he flicked along the touchscreen of the datapad. There hadn’t been a grove anywhere near the hospital in who knew how many years. The humans loved fanciful names to try to lift themselves out of the despair that came with completely murdering a planet’s ecology.

The café, suspended high above the ground as it clung to the side of an impossibly large building that was like a city unto itself, was furnished in clean white, with the black mass of Kalladrrl’s fur making him stand out easily. He frowned briefly, swiping away the hospital schematics as he loaded up one of his hakpaks. The slicing bundle he accessed automatically began searching for vulnerabilities in the municipal network. Scripts churned lazily as he ate, until a green check mark signaled the completion of their task. There were cameras almost everywhere on this planet; there were certainly more cameras than Wookiees, a problem he had a fix for. He rewound the cameras that pointed to him and accessed another program, which inserted a long, languid loop of footage from before he arrived. Better to be safe than sorry if he was in one place and about to break a dozen laws.

His partner, the affable Alderaanian, was due soon, but he wasn’t bothered as the fish sandwich crossed his lips once again, predator’s teeth tearing into it with gusto. It was extra-large for only a small upcharge; the one thing ecumenopolii had going for them, in the Wookiee's opinion, was a diversity of food options and accommodations for larger beings like him.

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[Allard Keever]

Allard was beginning to feel like a much younger man if he was honest with himself.

There was just something about running around with the Free Trade Guild that made him just feel so much more alive than pretty much anything else ever had. His only exception in recent memory were his times with Daesh'afenn and those were tied to the Guild as well. Either way, he was beginning to get into it a lot more and part of that meant that people came to help to help them out a little bit more.

Which he adored.

Helping out friends was something he had missed from his days on Alderaan and with the Guild it was back in his life with a vengeance and that was fine by him. Arriving at the meeting point, he was pleasantly surprised to see the Wookie was here already. He grinned a little bit as he sat down next to his partner for this mission. He had all of his usual equipment on him, including the stun-rifle that he was planning on hitting hospital staff with... because nuts to the idea of killing hard working people just because, right?

He grinned at Kall,

"Hello again my friend." he greeted the Wookie warmly, "You ready to go and get our part done for this crazy wedding? I swear, they best count this as their wedding present!"

@Rexx

Spoiler: ooc

We going a few rounds before calling in the DM then yeah?

 

[Kalladrrl]

He raised his hand in greeting, the one not occupied by sandwich, that is; he flicked his fingers back to the schematics of Paradise Grove Memorial, gesturing to the screen as he chewed with more purpose, swallowing a massive bite of crusty bread and spiced fish. After all, it was rude to talk with one’s mouth full.

"Hrrrngrrna huuhalla graftrrrnrn? Ahhhrrwrrkr harrfanynrrrna," he joked as he took the last bite, savoring the complex flavors. That should hold him over for some infiltration work. Plus, he might need a full stomach for his plan to work.

"Hrooo," he started after picking up his napkin and coughing mightily into it. A good meal always made him need clear his throat. "Hrrrrna harrf. 'Alloonawrokar Ranfrr Hoooarrrr.' Hmpf. Ranirakrrana wroshnarrrna hrrrgallarrr." Kalladrrl couldn’t keep the scorn out of his voice, his bass voice a growl like a far-away thunderstorm threatening to drown your picnic. "Hrraffa, ranrr hooon yc hooharr garrffa grrranarrfla." He zoomed in on a level with his thumb and forefinger, pinching it larger. "Roonnan kralla?" He indicated square holes that were placed about chest height in every room, represented by outlines in the three-dimensional space that was represented as two-dimensional. "Pahnarra. Ynnagrrrfa yc yn hooonahoooarrrr arfffanynna yc grrfno." The Wookiee took another sip of the citrusade; the acidic taste washed his palette clean of the lingering savory taste, his lips curling from the sheer sourness into one of his characteristic sneers at the prospect of taking something from someone who was too weak or stupid to defend themselves.

 

[Allard Keever]

Allard had ordered a small cup of tea as he was coming over and it was placed on the table as he arrived at it. He smiled and made a mental note to tip the waitress before shrugging a little bit and waving at Kall to finish his food. Instead of just waiting, Allard took a few sips of his tea, finding the flavour rather light for his tastes but altogether not the worst kind of tea he had ever actually managed to buy in a place like this.

"Cash bar." he commented drily with a slight smirk, "The savages."

Because seriously, who in this galaxy used a cash bar at a wedding?

Looking over the schematics as the Wookie explained the plan, Allard shrugged a little bit and nodded along. It was a plan that had merit that much was for certain. He nodded a little bit more assertively,

"Alright." he agreed bluntly before sipping his tea again, "I had planned to merely call the ambulance, stun the EMTs and steal their fatigues and ship that way. But I suppose this way works too."

He patted the inside of his suit, which had his TS 2 Shot in stun mode ready,

"I've got a stun-enabled rifle here - I don't want to kill anyone in a hospital." he admitted before tapping the A&E, "Alright so we need to get into A&E. Are we just going to drive up and walk straight on in? Or do you want to try and get to one of the treatment rooms beyond it by using an injury as a reason to get further into the hospital?"

@Rexx

 

[Kalladrrl]

Kalladrrl roared his disapproval, thumping his fist on the table. Several humans looked at him dubiously, one man even clutching his ornate necklace to him like the Wookiee had threatened to steal it right off his skinny, pasty neck. To the Wookiee’s ears they sounded like startled cattle, clucking their tongues so. Bunch of cowards.

"Ohhaannafrrrkrrynaaan?" he growled wickedly despite the stares he received. Sometimes subtlety wasn’t his strong suit. Other folks he knew were like scalpels – precise, delicate even. Kalladrrl was more like a missile, laying waste to anything that opposed him. Sometimes the only thing a scalpel was good for was stabbing someone and taking their stuff.

"Narrrfffannrr."

Allard’s plan was solid, but it lacked excitement and panache. Plus, they needed a few sizes of fatigues and there was no telling what manner of being would be sent out to assist them should they call one out. Better to take the fight to them and guarantee success rather than run the risk of failure because the only two Besalisk emergency workers on Lianna were working that shift.

"Ohfann rrallahypannrr," he said darkly as he finished his sandwich, chewing lustily and hooting in gustatory satisfaction. As soft as these Liannans were, they sure could cook and Kalladrrl loved a good fish dish. He cleared his throat again, licking his teeth clean before grinning down at his partner.

"Ohbarrlanynrr. Rranrran karrna kurynarn yoooh harfpahn barrlagrrrn?" He’d been shot before, of course. He’d taken his share, Allard’s share, Daesha’s share and more of shots in his time, but medicine and proper aftercare ensured the regrowth of his lustrous, glossy black fur, just oily enough for water to bead off him. His people came from the edges of the sea and the unrelenting ecological crucible of Kashyyyk engendered them to adapt to their chosen surroundings. Large lungs and shiny fur were traits prized and passed down by the tribe; commensurate adaptations were known from individuals who lived up in the tops of the highest trees, like distant Rwookrrorro, which gave its name to the inhabitants of the planet. Despite obvious differences between the tribes, most of the hairless ones from offworld thought Wookiees were a monolith; even Daesha had thought he was nothing but a musclebound mook when first they had met.

 

[Allard Keever]

Allard was well versed in the language that Kall was speaking to while other humans saw his roaring as something aggressive, he knew well enough that Wookies as a species were actually just rather expressive creatures. So rather than get scared like the others, Allard merely enjoyed some more of his tea and shook his head a little bit.

“I’m afraid not my friend.” He reported quietly, sombrely as if the news was of the gravest import, “I have heard rumours they intend to have two bottles of wine available… per table.”

Sighing, his finished his tea before adding,

“I’ll make sure to set up a tab with the bartender – don’t you worry, I’ll make sure you still manage to get your buzz.”

What were friends for after all?

He raised an eyebrow in curiosity when Kall told him that he was going to like this part of the plan… both eyebrows rose when he actually heard the plan though. Frowning a little bit, Allard couldn’t exactly fault the Wookie’s logic but he could fault his assumption on one part,

“I would never enjoy shooting you Kall – you’ve become a dear ally and friend in a relatively short time but you are both things regardless.” He assured the Wookie before shrugging slightly, “But I understand we need a wound that would require A&E. So…”

He grimaced a little bit before declaring,

“Where do you want it?” he asked his friend bluntly, “We don’t want it to limit your movement too much… maybe a shot to the back? Upper shoulder on the shoulder blade? Wouldn’t risk anything except a very hard bone that can take it. It’ll burn like hells but won’t impede your abilities at all as it’s not on a joint.”

@Rexx

 

[Kalladrrl]

The Wookiee nodded thoughtfully at the prospect of a good night of drinking that only a Wookiee could celebrate, but almost couldn’t keep a straight face as Allard confessed what a good friend and ally he was.

"AwwwAlla, ynnakrrfaohcharraha!" he blared out, over the top with acidic mirth, slapping his colleague on the shoulder before reaching out and pinching the human on the cheek wryly in between sips of weak tea, ringing it back and forth like an affectionate grandmother. Allard might have been further along in his life cycle, but Kalladrrl was far older than the greying human. His sorry excuse for tea smelled more like leaf water than something that had steeped or brewed. There hadn’t been any leaves on these steel and stone forest for an age.

"Mumwaa, rroofanarraohaa. Ynnhahrf rroon yrffa ooff -rraaohahhoobarrlngrrf. Ohrgrff pjrbarrrslrffrr yc frrsha yc ohffarroorr." The Wookiee’s laughter settled down, but the prospect of deceiving a bunch of schmucks who went to medical school for years with an old graze wound tickled his twisted sense of humor to no end. The dumb lump of fur and the buster from Alderaan would pull one over on these short-sighted losers. The more they seemed to stare at him, the more he disliked the people themselves, good cooks or no. Kalladrrl’s hand reached from the rest of the sandwich and he hardly chewed it he was so enraptured by a mixture of anger and malicious intent.

The Wookiee had a nest egg and he fished credit cubes out of his pocket, leaving an only adequate tip. He tossed them onto the table with a disdainful clatter. Exactly ten percent and not one percent more! No more nor any less, because these were only ten percent people with ten percent lives who gave ten percent effort. Degenerate. Disgusting. He was ready to take his leave and get to something interesting and satisfying.

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[Allard Keever]

Oh ha, ha! So it was a crime that he cared about his Guildmates was it? Well this was just proof that Kall was a bit of an ass now wasn't it?

"Yes, yes, laugh it up fuzzball." he declared with a sarcastic roll of his eyes, "I will shoot you if you keep making it more appealing to me, you realise this?"

Of course he did.

The Wookie was probably doing it on purpose just to rattle him because he was annoying like that. Naturally, he rather enjoyed the Wookie's sense of humour but he was never going to be telling Kall that - the mountain of fur and muscle would never let him live it down.

Ah.

The Wookie had a wound already and all they had to do was make it worse? Well that was fairly easy all things considered. He nodded as he left his own tip of 15% - because he was not an ass like the Wookie was. He raised a challenging eyebrow at that with a smirk before shrugging a little bit and began to walk off with the Wookie,

"Alright then... we should get off the main street if we're going to be doing this." he declared as he pulled out his rifle from underneath his suit jacket as they entered a side street, making sure that the thing was set to stun mode. He made sure to double check the weapon, "You ready?"

He smirked slightly,

"You might feel a slight 'pinch'."

@Rexx

 

[Kalladrrl]

"Hhrroo, hrranasasha!" He leaned his head back and laughed once, his voice echoing off the terrace before being lost to the void of the busy speeder lanes that extended seemingly into positive and negative infinity.

The Wookiee gathered his items, the datapad and the satchel, storing the one within the one. He handled the datapad with a care he did not extend to people overmuch; his reverent handling betrayed his commitment to the tools of his profession as…well, there wasn’t an easy description for what he did. He gathered information and had the wherewithal and will to apply pressure to individuals, shaking his targets down of money or valuables; sometimes it was problems solved and other times Kalladrrl’s force was applied to causing them. Sometimes it was robbery, sometimes it was protection. The Wookiee contained multitudes. He slung his satchel over his shoulder and exited to the relief of patrons and wait staff alike. They stared at his with soft, prey-like eyes that projected their fear like headlights, and he hated them.

He’d be glad to leave this effluviant planet after cracking some heads together and stealing a surfeit of money. There was nothing any authority or individual could do to stop them.

Kalladrrl moved in sync with his partner, through good humor and good drilling, down into the side street of the busy, hive-like city. One long arm crossed his body to his right side, loosening the strap on his dull brown armor and shrugging off the chest enough to expose the wide expanse of his back. A perfectly round divot in the otherwise lustrous coat of fur on his back marred its uniformity, but even that had been getting back into line. It wasn’t much of a setback; maybe he’d be able to spring for a doctor’s visit back on Ord Mantell or wherever the job would take him next.

The Wookiee’s chest expanded and contracted, rising and falling like a black tide before he turned his head to peer back at Allard obliquely.

"Daaarrrnakeevaaar, ohrnrraahooaarr. Daarrrnakeevaaar, hrrrhooarr." His will focused, he steeled himself for the pain.

Most people could tell after a few minutes of speaking with him and being spoken to by him that he’d been the target of dozens if not a hundred blaster shots. Allard had been the first to receive an invitation and might have been the last to do so as well.

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[Allard Keever]

Alright then... time to shoot his friend in the back, he supposed?

The Galaxy made weird things happen far too often for Allard's liking if he was being entirely honest with himself. But whatever, the situation was what it was and he was going to have to just roll with it. Having checked to make sure that his blaster was in the stun configuration, he placed the barrel right up against the mostly healed blaster wound Kall was sporting.

With it in stun configuration the blasts would weaken the Wookie overall and with them this close up they would tear at the skin of the existing wound to re-open it.

He fired twice.

Removing his weapon from his Wookie friend, he handed the large guy a handkerchief that he carried on him, to help stem the blood flow a little bit as Allard called up the speeder to have it arrive at their location,

"Alright buddy - lets get you moving quick."

Time was of the essence here and he didn't want to waste any more of it. He bundled Kall into the passenger side of the speeder and got into the driver's seat himself before speeding off towards the A&E. Honestly, he knew it was for the mission but he still felt kind of bad for having actually shot Kall like that. He was definitely going to be buying the big lug some drinks the next time they were drinking together.

Arriving at the A&E, Allard made sure his short stun rifle was fully loaded but hidden underneath his armoured suit jacket before helping to lead Kall into the A&E, hurrying to the front desk,

"Please help! My friend... he was shot!" he declared to the person at the front desk, managing to look suitably panicked and distraught, "Please, you've got to help him... I'll stick by him through the treatment alright? I speak the language and his translation droid was shot up too... please, miss!"

@Rexx @TheBrokenMadMan

Spoiler: OOC

Ready for DMing after Rexx's reply TBMM

 

[Kalladrrl]

It was one thing to prepare yourself for being shot. Hell, Kalladrrl had to do that every day of his life practically. The prospect of violence was never far from him either by choice or by fate; even back on Kashyyyk violence was the difference between living and dying and there wasn’t a choice left. However, it was another thing entirely to be shot when you’re calm and collected about the scenario. Electrical fire raced across his shoulder blades before it screamed up his spinal cord and into his brain. One shot, and then another.

Good. The Wookiee didn’t have to waste the energy on reminding him about double-tapping that trigger and making sure the wound looked nasty. His nose was treated to the familiar scent of burned Wookiee hair and blood as pain shot around his musclebound ribs into his chest, making his torso feel like there was a tight, constricting band around it. If this were another day and he was a couple hundred years older, he might have thought this was the pain of heart failure. His tongued lolled and he began to pant and sweat, his body doing everything it could to keep him cool and regulated. Kalladrrl let Allard guide him, like a kindly grandfather to a wounded youngster, taking the left seat of the speeder while Allard took the driver’s side.

He did not speak; he stiffly flexed the fingers of his right hand. Only the two smallest fingers on his right hand were numb, and he did most of his quick typing with two fingers anyway. If anybody wanted to comment upon his chosen style of typing, they could kindly take a diving swive off a cliff before he rung their neck with his good hand. Luckily for the wounded Wookiee, Paradise Grove Memorial Hospital was a short drive by speeder and soon Allard was pulling up. The Wookiee breathed deep. Showtime was upon him.

Kalladrrl began to wail in distress as Allard led him to the A&E ward, every motion setting off a wordless, reverberating roar of fury that barely needed translation to the languages of the hairless smallfeet. Some things were universal, like two and a half meters of barking, sweating Wookiee barging into a hospital, the noise of his entry covering up holonet recaps of Exile news and sports highlights.

"Please help! My friend... he was shot!"

On cue, Kalladrrl planted both of his hands, each like the lid of a waste bin, with a momentous thump on the desk, sending another torrent of liquid fire rampaging through his nervous system.

"RraaAAaohraaarranynrafffraaa!"

@TheBrokenMadMan

 

[The Storyteller]

Even for a planet such as Lianna, crime was something of a problem here. Even if it weren't sentient life in general always have those moments when their intellect takes a sharp nosedive in favor of "oooh shiny" or "this seems crazy, but I'll do it anyway". That meant that, while the prospect of a relatively peaceful planet would have sounded appealing to many doctors, Paradise Grove Memorial was less 'gang shootings', and more 'banging your head off a wall until it bled because you wanted to see what colour your blood was'.

The A&E department of the hospital was chock-a-block, as it always was. All things, great and small, sat in their sterile steel chairs, from Trandoshans to simple humans, all sporting injuries that could be best categorized as 'lapses in judgement'. For example, there was young billy, sitting in the corner with his father, whom had decided that, instead of just pouring something warm over his son's tongue when he licked a very icy pole, it was a good idea to saw the pole into sections and bring him to the hospital. Then there was Ysildir, a Gamorrean who got a little too big for his breeches and held a contest to see how many speeders he could stop just by planting himself in the ground...needless to say, the number wasn't very high.

Now, I know what you're thinking, why oh why dear narrator are you telling me this? Well, when you're a doctor in said department, you very quickly get tired of all the stupidity. That's why when a FRIGGIN WOOKIE shows up having been shot, chances are you're more inclined to help him and his friend than waste your time on the crazies. Such was the case when Kalladrrl and Allard stepped in.

The Doctors immediately got him into a bed and started to haul him off, both happy for the change of pace, and happy to get away from the idiots. They even let Allard come along since he could translate, and because they felt it would be cruel to leave him at the mercy of the luddites and simpletons outside. They wheeled the Wookie into a room and started cleaning and sterilizing the wound, going forward with their treatment with all the determination of a soldier on the warpath, practically ignoring Allard unless he was needed for translation. In other words, they'd hit the jackpot on getting in.

 

[Allard Keever]

Oh thank the Force and whatever else was out there that these doctors seemed to be some staff that actually gave a damn about their patients!

Well... Kell was actually 100% fine.

He heard his friend's very real pain in his howling and winced a little bit as he mentally changed the estimate to perhaps 80% fine all things considered. Once they were wheeled into a room though, Allard knew that he and Kell were going to have to move. As much as he'd want Kell to get better... they could do that themselves later. Right now they needed to get their kriff together and proceed with the mission.

There was only one Doctor here and they had their back to Allard.

"Sorry Doctor."

With the doctor busy, they didn't notice him raising his stun rifle and firing twice into the doctor, catching them as they fell. He waited until Kell was up and off the bed before resting the doctor down on the bed.

They'd been nice after all.

He nodded to Kell as he moved over to the door, making sure to grab the doctor's security pass with a grin before checking the coast was clear. Once it was, he would push further into the hospital, moving into the staff section with the stolen pass. He nodded to Kell,

"Alright... we need to find the changing rooms. I look on the right - you look down the left."

With the two of them splitting up, that should double their chances of finding the changing rooms with the right outfits that they needed.

@Rexx @TheBrokenMadMan

Spoiler: OOC

Ready for DMing after Rexx's reply TBMM

 

[Kalladrrl]

It wasn’t hard to play up being shot in the back with a stun rifle at point-blank range when you were nearly three meters tall, with a voice that filled the A&E. His baying whines echoed throughout the walls of the hospital and he’d done enough to get them seen to immediately. He wasn’t a masterful actor, but small beings like this were fearful of large, loud creatures. Engage the prey response and you could get whatever you wanted from them. It was less acting and more social engineering; if you had more information than your opponent there was little they could do to oppose you.

Which is why Kalladrrl played up his injury. He felt it with every heartbeat and movement from his neck to his hips and with every step he took, but it wasn’t anything he hadn’t felt before. His wails though had been trilling and mournful, enough to engage the doctor’s attention enough for Allard to level the stun blaster he’d shot him with at the doctor. Two shots, quiet and direct, were delivered into his back. Allard laid him down with care. He had much more of a bleeding heart than Kalladrrl would have, wounded or whole. It’s why he always tipped after him – maybe Allard and the rest of the Guild thought serving the ornery Wookiee warranted a service charge.

That smacked of discrimination to him, but now was not the time to ruminate intersectional speciesism and tipping culture. From his armor, the Wookiee withdrew a computer spike that he clutched in his hand, cupping around rounded device and holding it against his wrist as he and Allard infiltrated the more secure areas of the hospital. He nodded at Allard’s instructions.

"Grrranrranpahrrffhhaaa rrooycynnarra pahnraakrrfohrangrr." The corners of his lips turned up and he smirked as he began his search of the hallway, sequentially examining the rooms.

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[The Storyteller]

The Hospital was a winding pathway of corridors and colored lines, easy to navigate for most people. However, it seemed that whoever built the place had somewhat convoluted sense of direction, seeing as there were NO DIRECTIONS WHATSOEVER. As a result, the two were mostly wandering around looking for the changing rooms, no idea where they were going whatsoever. Mr Keever actually got (somewhat) lucky in his search, finding the changing rooms after some amount of wandering. There was just one problem: all the lockers were empty, and the only clothes available happened to be owned by a Doctor and his plus sized friend who were currently suiting up for their rounds.

Kalldrrl fared less well, as despite his searching and searching, the changing rooms were nowhere to be found for him. On top of that, his journey had taken him into the more populated areas of the hospital. As you could imagine, a Wookie wandering through the Hospital would be quite an eye sore, but he was lucky enough that no one spotted him. He was in something of a pickle now, and what happened now would depend mostly on his charming friend.

@Nefieslab @Rexx

 

[Allard Keever]

Ah the changing room.

And there were two uniforms - what luck!

Naturally they were attached to two doctors who were about to go out on their rounds - what luck!

And unfortunately for both men, Allard still had his TS 2 Shot out and in the stun configuration. Having only fired it twice, he still had eight charges left. Upon seeing the two men dressing in the outfits that he wanted, Allard fired four times, twice to the chests of each man. With his superior reflexes he would be already firing by the time they noticed he had entered the actual room.

If needs be, he would pump another stun round into the chest of either man if they were still twitching. Touching him com link, he called through to his ally,

"Kall - Found two outfits. Get back to where we broke off - first door on my side of the corridor." he reported to the Wookie as he quickly began to strip the doctors, "Hurry - might need your strength to stuff these guys inside the lockers."

Once the outfits were in their control, Allard would start searching the men for key cards and, strangely enough, the keys to the vehicle they were looking to steal. If these two doctors were the type they needed to impersonate he wouldn't put it past them to already have the keys on them.

@Rexx @TheBrokenMadMan

 

[Kalladrrl]

Kalladrrl turned over several rooms, with no paramedic uniforms to be found and as he searched, his frustration grew, like a hound feeding on the pain in his shoulder, which smarted with every movement, every bump and every rotation of his arm. Next time they had a plan that involved someone getting shot, he was shooting Alask. Or maybe he’d just shoot Alask for the hell of it. Break a leg and watch him beg…

No.

He was just transferring his pain elsewhere like para-psychotic fantasies about harming a comrade.

Better to focus on the task at hand, even as he began to pant heavily from the pain and the exertion of being in pain.

He didn’t need to pant long though, as Allard’s voice buzzed him in the last room before a large corridor.

Good, he’d found uniforms, but it’d be hard for him to emerge from here and nonchalantly make his way to where he’d parted with Allard. He spied a terminal in the corner of the room and clutched hard at the spike in his hand. Now that was an idea and the Wookiee couldn’t help but pull his face into a pleasured grimace as he approached it and loaded his spike into the data port.

"MuawarranrrAlla. Rrooffrynrrooskarr. Rraffrhooohrnahrra, Garrrhrrn.

The Wookiee could hear the thrum of the mechanisms in the spike working as they delivered his powerful scripts to the computer system to overwhelm and access them. The spike’s programs overlaid GUIs on the screen of the terminal, prompting him for information as they did their job. But like all good hacks, it took time, even an automated affair like this. Kalladrrl was lucky, if nothing else, that computer terminals tended to trust sapient users and the hardware they connected.

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[The Storyteller]

Let's say this is where things started to go a little Rancy Rancor for the Dynamic Duo. The uniforms were form during for the two, as Allard suspected, but searching them would reveal no keycard or ambulance passes whatsoever in their multitudes of pockets. Instead, all he could find were a piece of candy, a credit chit, a yoyo, a scalpel(?), and a lucky hump hump's foot. If he wanted access to the Ambulance, he either had to find his way to one and slice into it, or he could go on another scavenger hunt in the lockers, but given how many there were, the former option might serve him better.

As for Kalladrrl...well, heh...

It would have bad enough if the slicing attempt had just failed, which it didn't thankfully. No, instead, as he was burrowing into the terminals digital innards, he may or may not have heard the shuffling of feet behind him. If he were to turn around, he would notice a small imp of a thing in doctor's scrubs, staring wide eyed, right at him. He was human, but he looked 18, barely legal, and probably shit scared out of his mind. Whether or not he did something (because he was currently rock still) was simple a matter of what Kalladrrl will do...muhahahahahahahahaaa

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[Allard Keever]

Alright well that was a start... he guessed?

Getting dressed was the easy part but finding the keys? Well that part wasn't something that he had much success at. Swearing a little bit to himself, he knew that he didn't have the time to rummage around in all the lockers for them. Come to think of it... they were unlikely to leave the keys to the ride in the locker room all things considered.

Time to get clever.

Hiding his gun underneath the clothes he was carrying for Kall, Allard would leave the locker room (breaking the handle to make it hard to enter) before looking for a nurses station or a checking out area where they would usually need to sign for the keys for the vehicle.

Once he found it, he would either sign for it with the name on his jacket... or he would open fire from underneath a pile of folded clothes with his stun-blaster to knock the attendants out before napping the keys.

If they were even there.

Gods this was getting annoying!

@Rexx @TheBrokenMadMan

 

[Kalladrrl]

The Wookiee acted without thinking; the spike had done its job and he had access to the computer systems of the hospital and he could return to them in a moment. But some smallfooted doctor was gibbering and sputtering. Probably about to tell him he was somewhere he didn’t belong. Kalladrrl surged forward into his space, throwing a punch to distract him as he moved behind the doctor and went to wrap his arm around the boy’s head, his chin trapped in the pit of his elbow as a low growl escaped him.

"Hrrannkrrkllankrannr. Kkanrrllankrrrna." His voice was a threatening hoot into the kid’s ear as he cut off just enough of the blood supply to the brain for him to lose consciousness. He didn’t want to have to kill someone who was just doing their job helping people get healthy, but his shoulder hurt, and he’d kill anyone who crossed him for long enough, as a rule. Kalladrrl would have preferred to get through this with just Allard using violence to accomplish their goals, but that’s not what the dice of fate had in store for them, it would seem. Alas for him and woe to this medic, who looked a little young to be in here anyhow.

@TheBrokenMadMan @Nefieslab