Dangerous Cargo Detected

[Joy Carleec]

Chains rattled and pulled tight against the rings surrounding her make shift prison, creating a metal shuffling noise that would vibrate through the ship; an ugly and barebones freighter designed for speed and cargo capacity. The building blocks of something better. Supposedly. A one-eyed finger-missing smuggler familar with this captive, was already grinding his teeth together from the constant noise. "I'm going to shoot that b-" He was cut off by the sounds of silence, causing him to pause and listen. He sighed a breath of relief as the pilot looked back to him, perhaps somewhat concerned. The so-called captain was ready to thrust his clawed finger forward and issue a command, when the creak of the hull against a sudden tug caused his finger to withdraw and the noise to resume with new gusto. "How is she still doing that?!" he yelled, causing the newer members of this crew to jump while he leapt to his feet.

"Now, now Cap." a burly bald human calmed the furried self-proclaimed pirate while a blaster pistol was being waved about in a desire to go to the cargo hold. "It's not worth anything dead, remember."

The 'captain' responded with a further shout. "She's not worth fracking anything! She's making a reputation as a slave to avoid buying!" He paused to throw a punch at the hull and only wound up clenching his fist in pain; leaving no visible impact. The bald male quickly justified that with a punch of his own to dent the sheet metal and resume his posture. Had to make the crew think the Cap was all that and more. "Even the hutts won't buy her as meat. Who are we gonna be able to sucker her to? Huh?" He nursed his paw with a hunched back, before growling and turning back to his seat to slump into it. Things couldn't get any worse.

Meanwhile, in the cargo hold. Things were terrible. She'd been stripped of all but the most basic clothes, because she had a knack of escaping with just about anything. Her hair was wild and frazzled around her face while multiple chains contained her, leaving her arms with the barest movement, her hooves fixated to the deck slightly spread and even her midsection and lower body clamped down. To finish it off, her neck was restrained. She had a habit of biting..

The only thing free seemed to be her tail; which was of little use. And the shock collar they put on her was ramped up to effective levels, it even surprised her. With a gnarled grin, she once more tried to use her weight to lean against the chains. They seem to have improved them and added more since last time she managed this one.

They were learning faster than she could successfully escape.​

 

[Srota]

Halisstrad strode uneasily back and forth across the bridge, the long cloak bellowing out after him as he moved, he was nervous, visibly so, and this had everyone on edge. The captain was never nervous like this, never this anxious. But then, he was dealing with slavers here, he hated slavers... with a passion. That was why he was on edge, he hated being surrounded by them, he could feel the dirt climbing all over him, covering him, it made his skin crawl. Very little did that to him, especially not to the point that the cool, taciturn, captain would be pacing like this.

"Blast blast blast!" The outburst came from him, echoing throughout the bridge, and all eyes turned to face him. They could see him clenching his teeth, fighting his urge to order the crew to open fire on one of the ships, to free their passengers from the life that awaited them at their destination, but he knew that he could not survive if he did. If he could have helped it, he would never have come here to restock, but it was the only place he could take refuge in this neck of the woods, and as such he had to make do. Thankfully, this close to the ass-end of nowhere, there would be few ships left once the large fleet took off to hyperspace.

After minutes of uneasy pacing, the large slaver fleet jumped out of the system, and Halisstrad was visibly relieved. His ship was finally alone in the system until the few members of his crew he had sent planet-side for supplies returned.

A cry came out from the sensor officer and he spun on his feet so fast, people could see the blurred echo of how he had once been facing. "What is it, Daiji?" He asked the Yu officer.

"Sir, we have a ship, she seems to be floundering, shhe looks ready to fall apart, and she's headed right for us..." A small smile crossed the face of the sensor officer and Halisstrad nodded, thinking to himself.

Yes, that would be perfect, I may not be able to do much to help those poor souls who just jumped to hyperspace, but maybe I can help the ones aboard that junker of a ship... It was that thought that spurred him into action, and he turned back, making his way to the helm, where he stood, commanding the resources of his ship, the Elysium, in battle.

"Ladies and gentlemen, battle stations, lets see if we can't save some of those poor wretches, shall we?" With that, he gave the great mahogany wheel a spin, setting the ship off on an intercept heading as alarms began to blare.

 

[Joy Carleec]

((had difficulty coming up with what they do in response.))

Perhaps it was not the best of luck that this gentleman captain was in with a lot of problems with the main fleet that had left ahead of him. Otherwise he might've found himself in a better situation than was present. "Plot course and get us out of here." He instructed his navigator and helmsman. "Jump as soon as we're out of the gravity well."

Almost immediately, their ship would be taking hits, their deflector shielding only barely holding back the hull damage, but enough to rattle the occupants inside like a can of loose beans. One particularly weighted creature within was especially jostled, causing some of the chains against her body to snap in dramatic fashion. Finally! She wrestled the remainder of the loops from the chains in an attempt to free herself.

Finally time to wreck havoc!

 

[Srota]

With a creak and a groan, the Elysium swung hard to starboard, making its way into an intercept path with the slaver vessel. Halisstrad smiled, barking orders, setting off a flurry of activity aboard his ship. Men and women of the crew were running around like insects about their hive, preparing the guns for the first barrage of fire that would hopefully take out their prey's engines or at least convince them to come to a halt. Halisstrad never left the helm as they zoomed off after their target, for he was too busy deftly handling the rather agile craft to hand it off to the pilot, but soon, he was forced to do so. He intended to be the first one aboard the ship after all, he could not wait to lay into those slaver scum, and of course, to see what plunder he could take from them.

As he stepped away from the helm, he could feel the ship lurch as weapons began to fire, streaks of light sent flying towards their foe. Most shots seemed to miss the freighter, but the bridge crew could see the flare of light when their last shot hit the fleeing ship right square in the engines. They could see the enemy ship as it rocked under the barrage, likely sending the passengers and crew stumbling about if they were on the move. As their fire subsided at long last, Halisstrad made his way down towards the boarding tube, checking the blast sword on his hip and the pistol on his belt as he did so.

Upon his arrival by the boarding tube, he was met by three men in boarding armor, carrying blaster rifles and a laser cutter. Halisstrad smiled, watching his men run down the tube as it extended, meeting the hull of the other ship with a loud and sudden clang. Magnetic seals held the two ships together as the crewmen brought the cutter to the hull of the other ship and began to cut themselves a doorway.

 

[Joy Carleec]

Again and again the ship rocked with increasing frequency as blasters struck the shields; which somehow absorbed so much damage and remained strong. Perhaps it was due to allowing some of the energy to bleed through into the tough hull, perhaps the shield was the only decent thing on board. Whatever it was, the crew were still twisting through space in an attempt to shake off the pirates looming after their cargo, the small dual blaster cannon twisting as it returned fire.

Then quite suddenly a direct hit to their engines caused the ship to spin out of control, cockpit wheeling around to face their attackers before the pirate ship spun out of view once more.

Inside, Pinto had freed herself from the chains with the assistance of whatever was going on. She took a moment to rub the horns on her head which had been cut down to stubs and filed down to rounded nubs. An anger boiled inside her as she whistled sharply and positioned herself by the door with a raise of her front hooves. As if timed, the slit opened and the door was slammed open with her weight, smashing into the person on the other side as it gave way and belted open. From the momentium of landing, she was already partially out of the cell room as the second guard scrambled to his feet in time to be smashed by a swung fist. Another shake, before everything went dull. Brilliant. The centaur charged through the halls, body slamming anything that dared to get in her way as she fought tooth and nail with her ex-captors.

After she was comfortable with having unleashed her rage, she noticed one of the walls was being damaged and hissing with sparks. While she would've loved to know what was happening, she wanted her revenge on the Captain.. The muscular female decided to pass the breach in progress to search for his cowardly hide, while leaving a wake of unconcious or worse individuals. It could be seen like something out of a horror film, while shackles and chains rattled along her body.