Chapter 1: Adventures on Arbra

[TAC]

[fancybox4="http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20061004184911/starwars/images/thumb/a/a4/L-Wing_1.jpg/500px-L-Wing_1.jpg"]Arbra.

Arbra city was fairly small, in the sense of galactic capitals. A still developing civilization, the government of Arbra was only just beginning to open itself to negotiations and exchanges, formally, with other governments. A few weeks prior, Naboo Diplomat Michael Trenton had been to the forest-covered planet on official duties: meeting with government officials, business exchanges, the sort of somewhat dreary pomp and circumstance with opening up formal communications with a new government for the first time.

As the famed Naboo diplomat touched down on Arbra once more, he came in on something significantly less charming. The rusty Lethisk-class armed freighter Horance's Luck lacked the shine and presence of his usual diplomatic spacecraft, but was much more suited to safely buzz the diplomat around when he was off-duty. Technically, Mic was indeed off duty at this moment, but his journey to Arbra could hardly be described as a pleasure visit.

"Registration and docking fee," the ugly alien demanded as Michael sauntered off the ramp of his ship, and the man smiled widely at the repulsive creature. Arbra lacked most, if not all, of the culture and sophistication of Naboo. Handing the alien his registration and the credits, Michael turned back to look at his ship. He fired off an easy two-finger salute to the young man hanging on to one of the coils of the ramp, his co-pilot for this adventure, Atlas Calloway. The kid was an amazing pilot, more than enough for what Mic needed for the mission. The two had brushed elbows when Mic had tied up some loose ends with some old ruffian friends, and Atlas had impressed him. A bit misguided an impressionable, he was still a kid, and when he had gotten the green for his little adventure today he had rang the kid up. Quiet, discreet, and not a part of Mic's official life, he was perfect for the job.

"Eriadu, huh? We don't get many from your paaaaaarts," the alien commented, handing the registration back to Michael. "What's your point for be'in 'ere, Mr. David Smith?" the alien asked. His oogly eyes balked out at the man. "Pleasure," Mic responded back with a wink to the oozing alien. The being made some sort of huffing noise and then turned around and sauntered back to his chair, where he grumpily deposited himself to await the next unfortunate soul to cross his path.

"Keep those engines loose, Atlas," Mic said into his comlink as he walked briskly out of the ceiling-less hanger. The diplomat scurried through town, thankful he took the time to properly plan out this mission, allowing him to move quickly and quietly and without drawing the same sort of attention his previous, official visit had. As he neared his destination, a small warehouse/shop on a heavy foot-traffic road, something struck him as off. The people, their movement, their conversation, it was different than what he expected.

As the diplomat continued down the street, his suspicions were suddenly confirmed. A loud shout from in front of the warehouse he was heading towards it rang out, and the people in the street, suddenly worried, split to the sides. A biker gang, with three well-armored and armed gangsters, stood in the road starring directly at Mic. About 20 feet from them, Mic seemed to remember he left his wallet at home. Spinning around, three more gruff gangsters were suddenly there, and the front man pushed and then prodded Michael back towards the other awaiting three.

"Michael Trenton," one of the gangsters announce loudly, with jubilation, "the faaaaaamed Naboo diplomat. Here? On an Arbran street without protection and unannounced?" The gangster were playing into some odd sense of theater, but the on-lookers - giving the scene somewhat of a wide berth - were nonetheless captivated by the unfolding holonovel. Michael shrugged his shoulders and displayed his arms outwards, as if a school boy caught with his hands in the cookie jar. One of the ruffians from behind kicked his knee, putting the diplomat on his knees, and revealed him of his blaster.

"What a surprise," the ruffian continued, making quite a show that it was no surprise at all.

"You know," Michael said, grinning up at the gangster as he walked up to Michael, "Something about your resemblance to the dock manager - something about being a fat, ugly, smelly alien who hasn't brushed his teeth since his mother stopped making him - tells me that this isn't a surprise at all."

The gangster snarled at Michael and took out his blaster pistol, his rifle hanging on his chest from a sling. He pointed the weapon at the diplomat's forehead, the barrel pressing into the diplomat's skin. "Something tells me you won't be laughing soon, Koochoo."

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@Beta12 @Dawnrider @Soup @wristclerk

 

[Shax]

Slightly sauced, James saunters around Arbra aimlessly, taking in the sights and smells before actually figuring out what to do with his time here. Stopping at a few shops and acting like a tourist for a bit he picks up some local memorabilia before continuing to wander around. Soon it becomes apparent that there is some kind of commotion going on down the street, people are grouped up, sickly enraptured by whatever events happen to be unfolding. Hoping to see whats going James pushes through the crowd too see what looks like six armed and armoured gangsters surrounding one man on his knees with a gun to his head.

"Scuse me!" James calls, before stepping out of the crowd and continuing to walk forward until he is close enough to be heard without yelling. He turns his attention towards the gangster holding the blaster to the other man "You know, if you really wanted to profit off of killing this guy you could have challenged him to a duel, now I don't know if they are legal, but without a doubt you don't care and besides you don't seem to be a particularly polite and civil person so maybe duel isn't the right word, pit match? Gladiator combat? think of all the money you could make!"

The Gangster looks over at the new distraction and does a small gesture to his compatriots. Two of the other Gangsters move towards James, pulling out their own blaster pistols as they move closer. James just yells at them without moving "You big brutes can't even fight fair can you!" Quickly James pulls out a few useless tourist items from the closest open part of his bag, quickly grabbing the biggest one he could find, a large glass ornament which he whips directly at the head of the gangster holding the man hostage, knocking him to the ground and stunning him for what James hopes is enough for him and the other man to get clear, or at least finish the fight.

 

[wristclerk]

Waving a small fair well to the new Captain of Horance's Luck, Atlas turned back around and headed back into the ship. For Atlas it was a
beautiful, decadent, and fairly expensive ship, although whoever had taken care of this beaut while in storage had seriously messed up standards of maintenance. Rust covered a decent portion of the rear undercarriage of the ship with some small amounts here and there, though what she lacked in style, she more than made up for in defense and power.​

Standing in the cargo access port Atlas pressed a few buttons and watched the docking hydraulics bring up the walk ramp. Taking his time walking up to the cabin to inspect such a space craft was a definite bonus to this gig. It was good to see ole' Mic once again, moved on from Pirating, though who ever really 'moves on'? Atlas finally made it back to the cabin after stopping to check that all storage bins were secured, ship batteries charging and communications array were still active. The whole span of time seemed like a lot longer to Atlas, however checking the time he had only been alone for about 20 minutes.

The pilots chair was nice and comfy, Atlas had plopped himself down, swung the chair around a bit, of course checking for any communications from Mic along the way, but after a time had passed nothing had really changed. Except for the docking guard. The pig faced alien was constantly staring at the crown jewel of this place, Horance's Luck, not a good sign. Atlas snapped up and ignited a few of the batteries compartments, water from the engines and putting the old girl through her paces to make sure she was still golden was nice and all, but when a man, or alien, stares at your ship with such intent that it's creepy, it's always nice to make sure the old girl can take off in a rush.​

Unbeknownst to Atlas a small group of the same thugs that were holding Mic in the market square had made their way to the docks, let in by the friendly neighborhood dock worker of all people, they went to the control board who were also in cohorts with these gangers, seriously small space port here that everyone should known everyone, and they activated the docking clamps. Large magnetic clamps extended from the wall and grasped both wings of Horance's Luck, shaking the entire ship and setting off warnings and red lights throughout. Atlas moved as quickly as he could, activating the lower laser canon he turned it to the left of the ship and blew apart the left docking clamp, the ship shook free, she had enough power to rocket out there,but without a pinpoint as to where Mic was, Atlas wouldn't be able to find him.

"Damn! jamming sensors and comms out of the immediate area. These assholes are connected. Still gotta try, 'Mic! Mic you there? docking quarters compromised, making my way into low atmosphere, tracers on, let me know when you're looking for a pick up!"

With that the old beauty rocketed off out of the hangar, ripping the second docking clamp from the wall, loosing power to it immediately it fell off the ship as he made his way into the sky. Opening all comms for Mic to reach back to him, all he could do was wait, and hope that this backwater planet didn't have star fighters. ​

 

[Beta12]

"Make way for the blind guy!" Adan called out for the fiftieth time, as he made his way through the Arbra City marketplace. Hollering that had kept desperate merchants away from him, even though some still seemed keen to pester him about walking sticks. He wasn't blind, but a Miraluka beyond the Vale was still a rare sight to see, in some places. Sometimes, it was simply easier to play the part than correct everyone within ear-shot. The square itself was packed, something to expect during a busy afternoon in most cities. Various aliens milled through the area, where they sampled food and viewed specific wares. Foreign noises and exotic scents danced in the air, but nothing seemed to interest the Knight as he navigated the crowd. The square itself was filled with stands, but the stands were filled with fruits, meats, and small appliances, nothing compared to what he needed.

He was dressed in a simple tan tunic, clearly tattered from weeks of wear and tare. His dirty blonde hair was unkempt and messy, sticking out in various places across his scalp. Plenty of fresh scratches marked the young man's face, but the most striking accessory had to be the brown blindfold wrapped tightly around his head. That item had been a reason for people to give him a decent berth, as he moved through the square. Most creatures did not seem keen on having a blind near-human run into them and knock their purchases to the ground. Of course, the silver-colored, ribbed, and curved light saber hilt lopped to his belt helped deter the rest.

Adan stopped abruptly, and allowed a small frown to cross his lips. Before him, the crowd parted far more than what made sense, and for some reason a specific tension in the air formed. The Knight's right hand rose, and came to a gentle rest against the curved hilt of his blade. Arbra was a world located in Jedi space, but acts of Mandalorian and Sith aggression were far from unheard of. The Sith themselves had destroyed an entire planet, so sneaking onto one did not appear to be outside of their ability. Fortunately, the eyes of the people were not drawn toward a lone figure, but rather seven.Three men stood before a man who had been brought to his knees, and three men stood behind him. All were heavily armored and armed, and from the "looks" of it, were prepared to commence with a public execution. That only served to deepen the young man's frown.

The Knight drifted closer to the edge of the ring the the crowd had created. Barely any of them took note of him now, as they watched the drama unfold before them. Apparently, the man on his knees was a well known senator, but not a senator that Adan had ever met. He had been an initiate during the Republic's fall, and the senate had been of little importance in his journey to knighthood. Whether he knew him or not, the man was unarmed and at the mercy of those who would likely show none. The Jedi were historically keepers of peace, and Adan knew he would have to intervene before the situation escalated.

That thought crossed his mind only moments before an eighth person entered the ring. The eight man was either extremely foolish, or extremely brave, but Adan quickly decided he was the former. His voice rang out in the now empty square, and Adan could already tell he was ill prepared for the confrontation he had entered. The man had not drawn a weapon, and had instead chose to throw a blunt object at the head of the gang-leader, as two heavily armed men advanced on him. "Get on the kriffen ground!" The two men that had been called to secure the doctor were now joined by two more, and all of them raised their weapons toward what they perceived to be a threat.

They were about to commit an execution in the street, and it was obvious they would have no qualms about killing the eighth man in cold blood. If Adan wanted to save them both, he would have to become the larger threat. That thought became the center of The Knight's focus as he moved forward, pushing past the last thin line of people that blocked his entrance into the clearing. The closest gangster to him was the one he chose to approach first. He grasped the silvery hilt of his lightsaber and tore it free from his belt. The curved handle made it easy to roll in his palm, and position it horizontally in his grasp. "Hey!" Some of the criminals had more time to react to his cry, but that was because it was meant for them and not his victim.

That was what they were, criminals. Violent thugs who were willing to execute a senator in the street, likely terrorized their fair share of people on a daily basis. The tension in the air seemed to prove his assumption, as no one else had moved to step forward but him. There was no time, even to call upon the force, and if he didn't act the foolish man would die. He spanned the gap between him and the surprised criminal in moments. Adan's thumb brushed the ignition switch of his lightsaber, and the blade violently erupted into the side of the turning individual. The man's face contorted in pain, and large hands that had once carried a blaster pistol went slack. The blade disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, with another brush of the switch. Adan felt the criminal's death as he slackened and fell to his side.

"Holy shit!" The criminals further away from him had now fully reacted to the scene before them. Wisely, they turned their blasters away from their would-be murder victims, and raised them toward the man who had just ended their compatriot.

"Stand down! Walk away!" Adan barked his command as politely as possible, and quickly reignited his blade. He turned his right wrist up and moved it inward, which straightened the blade vertically before his chest. The criminals were either too bold, or too afraid to heed his warning, and one fired upon him almost immediately. Adan swung his blade upwards and to the right, batting away a bolt of plasma that would have smacked into his neck. Between the other two criminals, one seemed to decide whether he should engage, or keep his eye on the senator. The other leveled his weapon at Adan and fired a few quick shots.

Adan swung his blade downwards and to the left, batting one of the bolts of plasma into the stone of the square itself. Another bolt, that followed shortly after, soared over his right shoulder. Adan brought his blade upward once more to catch a bolt that might have soared over his left. Instead, he managed to redirect the bolt back toward the weapon that had shot it. The gun itself erupted into sparks and fell from the criminals hand, which sent him fumbling for some sort of fire arm. In that moment, the first criminal that had fired on him opened up once more. Adan engaged the blaster fire, and called out to the two men he had saved. "Could use some help!"

 

[Shax]

With a comical Thunk the glass ornament shatters on the gang leaders head, knocking him down without a word. Quickly two others join the two already advancing towards James, he glances around looking for any escape or weapon to use, though unfortunately the closest blaster is several feet away laying next to a knocked out gangster behind several armed and angry gangsters, who happen to be unhappy with him. Smiling exasperatedly he stammers "Look I'm sure we can talk about this I mean you all seem like... Semi-reasonable people!" This of course comes before a blind man holding a familiar item which James recognises as a Lightsaber , calls out from the crowd at the gangsters, before quickly gliding to the side of one of the criminals further away from James and igniting said Lightsaber directly into the side of the man.

James watched with fascination as the purple hued plasma blade emerges from the opposite side of the impaled man, before it quickly retracts back and the blind man steps back once more. Quickly James registers the damage to the man mentally, Severe burns to the inside of the body, puncture wounds to both lungs and potentially the heart, it was a killing blow that while not painless, was quick. Quickly he makes a show of running towards the now dead man, pulling out different tools as he tries to get past the four gangsters surrounding him, though that wasn't a problem as they were already firing at the newcomer who was batting away the oncoming barrage with relative ease. Though bolts were being flung in many different directions, some getting dangerously close to the now panicked and fleeing crowd. The man calls out "Could use some help!" though he doesn't particularly appear to need it, to which James yells loudly at him "Deflect the Lethal plasma bolts to the ground you idiot we are in a city!"

Reaching the now impaled dead man James makes a show of trying to operate on him with his tools, just in case any of the gangsters were still watching him, while in reality trying to figure out how his blaster works. Pressing several buttons in an attempt to acquaint himself with the weapon. Eventually after several seconds of fiddling around with the large blaster pistol, James presses a button, pulls the trigger and accidentally shoots the already dead man, making the body jump as well as startling James, making him call out in surprise. Before turning towards the last four gangsters still standing, James pulls out a small needle with some liquid sedative inside, and injects it into whatever passes for a vein on the now doubly knocked out alien Gang leader. After completing this, he turns to find cover before firing at the non vital areas of the gangsters, attempting to incapacitate them.

 

[TAC]

Michael had bought himself some time, but not much. He wasn't about to let this ugly bastard straight up murder him, but he was not faced with a plethora of choice. He'd have to try to fight his way out far enough away that Atlas could pick him up. At the least, he was confident that he could outrun the heavily armored guards. As long as the whole city didn't turn on him, which he found somewhat unlikely, he would be fine. Hopefully. His comlink beeped with a bit of static, but he had no choice but to ignore it.

Game time.

Suddenly, however, something odd happened. A strange man who Michael had never before met (or at least from what he could tell, judging by the voice), engaged the gangsters in some foul-word play. He saw something fly through the air and crack the ugly alien in the head. A second guard pulled out his own blaster and aimed it at Michael's head again, apparently unperturbed that the ugly alien lay on the ground bleeding. And his world-be rescuer sounded somewhat afraid, but the three men that Michael could see did not do much more than glance up. Suddenly, however, one of the three he could see moved forwards and beyond Michael's view. To his surprise, as well, as the distinct noise of a lightsaber licking up oxygen buzzed from somewhere behind him. The gangster not aiming his gun at Michael's head went to shoot, and Michael's captor was at least momentarily distracted.

Seizing the moment and falling back on a life of close calls, the diplomat reached forward and knocked the gangster's blaster arm up. A shot rang out straight up as Michael got in uncomfortably close, grabbing the rifle hanging from the man's chest and letting it rip off at his original captor, still laying on the ground. The bolt finished the job, and an elbow to the face of the ugly alien sent him flying backwards to. Recovering his own blaster from the second guard, Michael took stock of the situation quickly.

Michael had killed a gangster and incapacitated another. An apparently blind Jedi had gutted another one, and was deflecting the bolts from one while the final gangster struggled to pull his spare blaster from his holster. The Jedi shouted for help, and Mic looked at him sarcastically, referencing the two gangsters he had put down, before remember the Jedi was blind. I didn't even know the Jedi had blind members. The Jedi continued to wildly reflect shots while the doctor fiddled with something and then took some pot shots at the final two gangsters. Mic jumped as one of the bolts sped past him, and had to refrain from shouting. Another of the doctor's bolts skipped off the gangster's armor, spinning him towards Michael. Taking two steps forward, Mic raised his own blaster and blasted the man right between the eyes, sending him back in a dead sprawl. The final gangster turned around to look at Michael just as he caught a deflected bolt that sent him to the ground as well.

For a moment, Michael stood and looked at the strange pair. His first and somewhat inadequate rescuer looked just like any old human male, but clutched a small purse. Some sort of bag of goods? And the second, a blind near-Jedi human. "Who the kriff are you two?" he asked, an expression somewhere between confusion and disbelief characterizing his face.

Before they could answer, the report of a blasters came from down the street. The crowd parted, yelling and hollering, and one civilian went down from a stray bolt. Now fully rounded the corner, about a half dozen more gangsters were doing their best to run down the street at the trio. From behind them, Mic heard even more commotion. Michael pointed towards the door of the building he had been moving towards. "I have a contact in the house, and hopefully a ride coming soon! Looks like you boys are stuck with me, so lets get to the roof!"

 

[Shax]

As the final gangster drops to the ground and the blaster fire stops, the final sounds left was the hum of a lightsaber and a slowly reforming crowd. James quickly moves out of cover and begins to check on each of the fallen Gangsters, determining the majority to be dead, and those who are not are in no danger of being dead without further damage.

The Man who had originally been the centre of attention called out at James, appearing confused and what James mistakenly identifies as ungrateful. Before James could get out a snarky comment or get seriously angry another series of blaster fire opened up in the general direction of where we had just finished the fight. The crowd once again dived for cover or made their escape down an alley, though one unlucky civilian was shot as they were trying to flee the scene and appears to be knocked out cold.

The Former centre of attention called out once more about making their way into a building, and while this seemed like a good plan, James was already in a dead sprint towards the fallen civilian. "You know damn well this is your fault! We can't leave this person here! Cover me!" James called out to the Ambassador. The Civilian was shot in the lower back, the carbon scoring on the clothes was obscuring the actual wound, making it difficult to determine the severity of the injury. James tore the lower part of the civilians shirt, and quickly brought out a Bacta Patch from his bag and applying it to the wound, before psyching himself up to begin carrying or if that didn't work, dragging the injured person through the blaster fire to the indicated building.

 

[Beta12]

A few, hard won breaths passed Adan's lips as he took account of the surrounding area. The battle had ended as quickly as it had started, and the two men he had hoped to save stood close by, alive and well. Around them, the bodies of the gangsters smoldered and hissed. While some had survived the fight, the force began to flee most, and rendered their frames little more than once-living piles of biological matter. Some called out to their gods in hushed whispers, but most seemed to quietly accept their fate. Adan himself had only killed one, but that one body seemed to add 500 pounds to the young man's shoulders. The body's un-helmeted head revealed sharp features and sullen eyes. Even in death, the man's hands had locked themselves into the loops of his belt, where a small blaster lay strapped to his hip. He would have killed them all, given the chance, but a small frown crossed the Knight's face regardless.

"I'm just a concerned shopp-" A small amount of snark stained Adan's voice as he turned his face toward the Senator's general direction. All of this death had resulted from his appearance, and the reason behind it was still a mystery to the Knight. However, his own words were cut short by the distinct shriek of plasma. At first, the Knight brought his focus into the air above the square. Despite the recency of the battle, it wouldn't have been odd to sense some form of drone fly overhead. The entire galaxy was lost in a state of war, and most planets were on alert for any sort of bloodshed. If local governments could not keep their own citizens safe, chaos was sure to follow. "What's going on?" Adan didn't expect either men to answer him, but the question fell from his mouth regardless.

It was only when the crowd at the other end of the square parted, that Adan realized the plasma had not come from the air, but from some street that stretched off and away from the Market. The civilians were quick to run for cover, but one unfortunate soul was caught in the crossfire. Whoever it was fell quickly, and over the general screams of the crowd, the Senator offered an opportunity for the three of them to escape. Unfortunately for the Senator, the doctor seemed to have other plans. "Soon!" Adan hoped the Senator could hear him over the chaos. He had gone out of his way to save the doctor, and he would do so again, no matter how stubbornly the older man held onto his death wish.

Adan broke into a sprint meant to match the doctor's. He bounded over the bodies of the fallen gangsters as he strove to reach the doctor and his patient. Whatever beings that were responsible for the blaster fire were well down the road, and lost to Adan. However, the hot bolts of plasma that entered his view gave him a good impression of what was to come. There had to be plenty of men, to let lose that amount of plasma, and they seemed keen on mowing down whatever was in their path, considering the fact that they fired from such a distance.

"The sooner we leave, the less will be hurt." Adan began, as he circled the fleeing doctor and took a position before him. While the doctor had good intentions, it hadn't been civilians that the gangsters were firing at. The blade of Adan's saber danced in front of his torso, as he swung his wrist into the open air. Plasma bolts screeched toward them, but most were scattered and poorly aimed. It was only a matter of time, however, before a few managed to enter their general vicinity. Adan brought his light saber low and to the left, catching a bolt that would have smacked into the side of the doctor's patient, as he dragged him toward the building. The Knight himself walked backwards, gingerly testing the ground behind him as he followed the older man's escape. His focus stayed primarily in the square before him, as it was the only way to catch the bolts before they reached their destination.

The side of the building they neared rose into Adan's vision, properly, as they made their way toward the entrance. At the other end of the square, the first three of six gangsters fell into better clarity. Two of them seemed to hesitate, as they took in the sight of their dead and dying compatriots before them. The third, however, had not stopped firing his weapon. Adan brought his light saber back up toward his chest, and in the diagonal arc caught yet another bolt. His saber blade hissed and spat, as it began to strike at parts of the entrance around him. Adan raised his free left hand toward entrance-wall before him, and made sure to punch the largest button on the panel. The door itself shut violently around his blade, but only a small molten hole was left in the door after the Knight withdrew it. The three stragglers had finally entered the building, and now it was up to the senator to make-way for their escape.

 

[TAC]

As Michael turned and took a step towards the building he had indicated would be a way to escape, but the Doctor blew past him running into the line of fire. Once again bewildered by the strange man, the diplomat turned and started with a "What in the-" before being sharply cut off from the apparent idealist. While the ex-pirate had a keen sense of danger, and it was quite obvious they needed to be moving in the opposite direction, he realized he had a debt to the odd man.

The blind apparent-Jedi offered some comic relief and unanswerable questions as Mic calmed himself as he aimed his blaster down the road. Plasma bolts shrieked around him as the thugs shot randomly on the run, and praying to gods or the Force or whatever, Michael bet on their inaccuracy. Taking a breath he settled himself and carefully plugged the largest and front-runner of the again heavily-armored crew. The bolt hit the man on the forehead, a little higher than Mic had been aiming, but he was taken off his feet and landed on his back - dead. The rest of the his accomplices slowed a bit, taking more careful aim and looking a bit less gung-ho.

The good doctor wasn't moving quickly enough, so Mic holstered his blaster and slung the wounded man over his shoulder. The Jedi Knight jumped before them, his lightsaber flicking as he again offered pointed commentary on their current status. Mic gave an ironic scowl at the blind man as he and the doctor dragged the wounded civilian into the building. The Jedi did more than his part, however, continuing to cover their approach until they were safely in the building.

Carefully, Mic helped the Doctor lower the wounded and thoroughly terrified civilian to the ground and regarded his two rescuers.

"Gentlemen, I appreciate your help. This guy will be fine here. I'll explain the rest on the way."

The diplomat walked to the turbolift and clicked the control panel.

-bee doop-

Frowning, he clicked it again.

-bee doop-

"The stairs, then," he announced, conveniently leading them right to the stairs on the other side of the rather-upscale lobby. The door was automatic, and after it closed behind them Mic pulled out his blaster, blasted it, and then holstered his weapon as he led them in ascending the stairs. Taking out his comlink, the diplomat figited with the controls a bit, adjusting to compensate for the low-end scrambleer that was in use. "Atlas," Michael said into the com, "It's Mic. Trouble in paradise. I'm sending you my coordinates, pick us up in the tallest building on the block. Rooftop." The diplomat messed with the controls one more time to send the pilot the coordinates before putting his comlink away to refocus on the stairs. Unbeknownst to the man, the authorities had captured the attack on their drone, and would most likely have a few things to say about a starship swooping down to pick up the embattled lot.

Michael huffed and puffed past floors three and four before slowing down a bit to turn to his accomplices. "By the way, thanks for the help.
I'm a diplomat for Naboo, we were conducting some secret agreements with the Arbran government they didn't want the local gangs to know about. They obviously found out, but as long as I get the papers from my contacts and we don't get captured or killed, we should close the deal."

The man continued to huff and puff as he spoke, whisking past floors seven and eight as he continued. "Anyways, it's all good stuff. Medicine,
food, infrastructure money, but it would change the balance of power. More for the Arbran government, less for the gangs." He huffed and puffed some more, muttering something about getting to the gym more. "But they have to be able to deny it or the gangs might do something rash.
So here we are!" He turned back to look at the other two and beamed.

As the cleared the ninth floor and made it to the roof access, Michael threw the door open. He watched, bewildered, as a group of six of the heavily-armed guards stood on the otherside of the roof. Their obvious leader, a particularly grizzly and ugly Noghri spoke to a man as he aimed a blaster at him. This man had his arms awkwardly held in the air, a briefcase in one of them. The Noghri snarled and spoke, his words difficult to make out from their distance of about 100 feet, before the alien blasted the man square in the forehead.

"Noooooo!" screamed Michael, pulling out his blaster and shooting at the gang as he dove for cover behind one of the vents. The thugs scrambled, taking advantage of natural barriers to return the fire. The dead Naboo man lay untouched, the locked briefcase next to him and in clear sight of the trio.... but with six particularly skilled thugs between them.

 

[Shax]

As they got themselves into the building, James made sure the injured civilian would be OK, making him find cover somewhere else in the building. Turning around to see the former hostage attempting to call an elevator, before putting his hands on his knees and attempting to catch his breath. The man apparently decided the elevator didn't work, and called out to take the stairs. James attempted to make sure to lock the the door they came into the building from, by shooting the inside panel that seemed to control the door.

The former hostage seemed to be calling for someone he identified as Atlas, to come pick them up, before ascending the stairs quickly. Stairs, why does it have to be stairs. James thought to himself, before attempting to follow the man as he ran up the stairs and began explaining himself. He identified himself as a diplomat, which would explain why people would want him dead, and he explained his mission here on Arbra, which perfectly explained why these specific people wanted him dead. "I'm James if we are doing introductions, I'm a doctor." James called out between breaths towards the other two in the stairwell.

James began lagging behind, but still within eyesight of the Jedi and the Diplomat, they reached the top of the building before him by several steps. The diplomat called out in anger, and brought his blaster out of its holster and began firing. Though James couldn't get a clear view of the scene playing out for a few seconds, which gave everyone time to run for cover, but he could piece together the events pretty well in his head. Pulling out his own stolen blaster pistol he made his way behind a sturdy looking vent, firing wildly at the gangsters at the other end of the roof, nailing one in the knee. After confirming that the area he was currently occupying was not being immediately fired upon, James sprinted to another piece of cover closer to the gangsters.

 

[wristclerk]

All was not well in the Heavens either. Since the span of time between taking off from the docking port and receiving the distress call from Mic, he had encountered a total of five, possibly stolen, star fighters. Maneuvering in the fairly large transport ship, Horance's Luck, was a pretty big chore, especially against faster star fighters. Rolling and dodging and trying to shoot back were all top priorities, yet without a second person to actually pay attention to the enemies using the equipped canons, it was a lot harder than average.​

Lucking the ship was heavily shielded and decently outfitted with extra shields and hull values. Atlas twisted the ship in the air, dodging several of the presumably stolen star fighters. He was able to speed up to massive speeds, and then pull out the oldest, yet most effective trick in the book, Segnors Loop. He turned around, immediately slowing down after putting too much stress on the engines, yet giving him enough time to switch to attack mode and fire back, successfully destroying two of the star fighters. However the other three were quick to respond and to avoid the oncoming attack, barrel rolled out of the heavy fire situation.

After allowing the engines time to cool down Atlas had been able to speed up again, and give the star fighters a fair chase. Yet this time he decided to take them through the city, mabye then he could at least see if Mic had been targeted and hopefully started returning fire. However the ship was too wide to make it through the inner city streets, so all he could do was stay towards the outskirts. Atlas rocketed up into the sky, making sure at least one star fighter had taken the bait. He went completely vertical, as did the other star fighter, then cut the engines, opened the hangar door and released one of the decoy shipments that was aboard the ship into the air, he then throttled backwards clearing the sight of the advancing star fighter, yet letting the cargo be hidden by the ship. The star fighter pilot flew right into the cargo instantly blowing up. Three down, two to go. Atlas started the engines again and took off, leaving the other star fighters behind a cloud of smoke and fire from their former member, These guys seemed too well trained to be simple gangster, they used actual maneuvers and flight plans. Plus the star fighters looked normal, no graffiti of any kind of express the individual in the pilot seat. It seemed too odd to actually be gangster but many factors could play into this, not just his observations.​

Atlas finally received a call from Mic, uploading the coordinates to the in flight navi-computer, he was there in a matter of minutes. The building was fairly tall, and blaster fire could be seen from the roof, but he was too high up to see which side to go towards, he had only bought them a couple minutes at most, so it was a rash decision but he stopped and began hovering on the street side of the building, only after he had been able to lower the cargo doors to allow Mic and whoever else had joined up with him, did he see that the people he was next too were not in fact Mic and his new crew. No time to move though, Atlas programmed in a momentary stall on the flight computer to allow the ship to remain hovering next to the building, he then jumped into the co-pilot seat and activated the lower turret, turning it to fire onto the gangster, luckily taking out three of them with relative ease, however the other three quickly noticed, called in their reinforcements from the sky, and took cover from either side of the battle. A split second later three consecutive hits landed on the roof of the ship rocking the hovering ship back and forth, another two hits landed causing a minor fire to break out on the roof, causing the ship to go in a sort of panic mode, partially crashing into the building and partially staying afloat.

Grabbing the controls and regaining proper hover, Atlas called to Mic on his comm link, "You want to live get in the damn ship now!"​

 

[Soup]

One hell of a day for Kara. Her ship had been stolen, she had been dumped on some backwater planet she had never even heard of, and now she heard blaster bolts. As Kara walked along the streets of the city, she heard blasters being fired from what seemed to be the rooftop of a building. She took a breath and focused her Force sight. She was barely able to make out what seemed to be a Jedi or Sith. A lightsaber and an above average Force signature. Not a coincidence.

Kara also heard some ships not too far away. Ships in the city? Kara was very confused by the noises and decided it was in her best interest to investigate the rooftop situation. She began to break into a run towards where she had "seen" the lighsaber wielder. Once she had arrived at the building, she realized there was no chance that she could jump nine stories, with or without the Force. Instead she started to use her surroundings to her advantage. She sprung up with the Force and grabbed onto a ledge protruding fron the side of he building with her hands. She used the ledge to to go along the side of the wall until the she got to a small merchant's stand that was covered by a lage and thick cloth-like material. She dropped onto it and jumped from there to a balcony that was on the next story. Luckily the building seemed to be lined with balconies, so she used them to her advantage. She jumped fron one to another, with the aide of the Force. Once she arrived at the last blacony before getting to the rooftop, Kara took a moment to rest and breath. She had strained herself a bit, Force jumping around like that. She did not know that she had drawn quite a large crowd. Lots of people were drawn to her acrobatics, as well as to the firefight that was happening on the roof. After he short relaxation, Kara jumped from the railing of the balcony so that her fingers kept her hanging fron the roof. She then pulled herself up and "saw" that she had arrived behind the gangsters.

The gangsters seemed unaware of Kara's arrival and she used that to "see" who they were firing at. There was the Jedi. Definetely a Jedi. A Miraluka as well. His intrigued her, for Kara had never "seen" one other than herself outside of the Jedi. Three other men were there as well. One seemed to be dead, while the others were doing fine. One seemed like an ordinary man, whilst the other looked a bit more... Special. Judging by the clothing he wore, it seemed he was a higher class person. Kara then took a closer look at the gangsters and realized that's what they were. Their overall appearance didn't make them seem all that friendly. Kara pulled her lightsaber from her belt and ignited the blue blade. The sound seemed to catch the attention of the gang members.

 

[Beta12]

A small frown crossed the young Knight's lips as he followed the Senator, Doctor, and Patient further into the lobby. For a few moments he simply took in the building around him, though he did make sure to deactivate his blade. The room itself was large and well furnished, filled with plants and statues that evoked exotic scenes. Frilled rugs covered the hardwood flooring beneath them, and thick, expensive drapes hung along the walls around them. While gaudy in its overabundance, it wasn't the decor that disturbed him. The thickly cushioned chairs and love-seats were absolutely devoid of life. On a table at one end of the lobby, a half-eaten bowl of stew still sat, and several freshly poured drinks graced the small lobby bar at another corner. Adan had expected to enter a lobby bustling with panicked people, hidden safely from the fire fight that had erupted outdoors.

There was little time to focus on the absence, however, as the three of them mounted the stairs. With the lift gone, they would have to climb and climb fast. If gangsters were willing to open fire in a crowded street, they would be more than willing to blast their way into the lobby. Adan kept that in mind as he bounded after the two men, taking two steps at a time while the senator himself informed them of the situation. Gang activity had always been a problem in colonial worlds, and apparently Arbra was no different.

Despite the spiraling momentum of the situation, the man retained some sort of command. He dressed well, and his stride remained confident. Appearance was important to politicians, and this one managed to retain his even under heavy fire. "Yeah no problem..." Adan offered politely, as he turned his head toward the senator's general direction. He was prominently built, with an assuming presence that shown as much as the lack of hair on his head. The gangsters had obviously been a surprise, a surprise that had almost killed him, yet he introduced himself as calmly as a man trolling a Gala.

Naboo was a planet he had only heard about in the archives on Ilum. It wasn't a hard place, but most political activity required a thick skin and calm composure. Unfortunately, that same composure seemed to fade the moment the door to the roof swung open. Adan had noticed.. something.. about the roof as they made their way to it, but he had simply assumed that it was the senator's guard coming to rescue him as requested. That notion quickly fled his mind as the senator yelled, and a man dropped dead some distance before him.

Within moments the senator was out the door, with the doctor himself close behind. Plasma lit the roof-top moments later, and suddenly the three were cast into a fight once more. Adan reactivated the dormant blade in his right fist, but elected to stay within the entrance to the stairwell. With six more heavily armed men on the rooftop, and potential reinforcements incoming, the group's chances of survival seemed increasingly dull. For a moment, Adan focused on the stairwell leading into the building underneath him. It would have been easy to slip back down the path he had come, especially if the lobby was still tightly sealed...

The roar of ship's engines brought Adan's focus back toward the gangsters, and the senator and doctor who faced them. Whoever it belonged to, it hadn't fired on them, so that was something positive. In fact, moments later, the ship itself fired on the gangsters at the other end of the roof. Three took the brunt of the damage, while three others dove behind whatever cover remained. The ship must have been their means to escape the planet.

Adan would have joined the fray, if it wasn't for the appearance of yet another individual. A woman.. perhaps someone he had met at one point, bounded over the edge of the roof and charged into battle, with a light saber ignited in her hand. She must have been a Jedi, and that explained the familiairty in and of itself. He had met Miralukan children during his time in the order, and perhaps he had met her once, some time ago. The heat of the battle left little time for focus, however.

"We probably' shouldn't keep 'em waiting." Adan called out to the doctor and the senator, as he exited the stairwell housing and fully entered the roof. Strong winds buffeted him, and caused his blond hair to toss about in the wind. The ship itself had fallen into a hovering position near the end of the building, urgently awaiting what he only assumed was their arrival. "I'll cover you.." Adan swung his saber away from his body, and pinwheeled it in his right hand. The gang members were obviously focused on the newly entered Jedi, but that didn't mean they wouldn't try to kill the man they came to kill.