Fish in a Barrel

[Spectre (Old)]

The Syndicate is right now attempting to gain Sluis Van Shipyards into their fold, all they have to do is appease the director and they will work for them as the Director has promised. The local band of pirates kidnapped the shipyard's direct and Spectre and the Wook are right now on a moonbase in a different system in the sector and purging them as well as retrieve his family (if they are there). But that's not where it will end, these pirates would continue to be a problem, so they must be destroyed. The pirates have a corvette and another base. Two teams will be dispatched to handle one of those. Faison Kelborn, a reliable mandalorian mercenary in the Kajidii's experience has been hired to that end to draw the corvette away from the base (which would be problematic for any attempts to attack the base). And once the corvette is drawn away, an attack on the base could be launched.

Fiason is leading the mission on the corvette and he has leeway in how he would complete his task. But the suggested plan of action is to drop somewhere else in the system, look like a disabled ship and send out a distress signal. That should draw the corvette around to board them. They would take the bait, then Fiason and his team could turn the tables on them and dispatch them.

Spectre has confidence in Fiason's abilities to get the job done.

@Fyremage @Nightfall096

 

[Harlan Banks]

Feet up on the dashboard, Harlan finished switching off the last of the ships inessential systems, effectively neutering them and setting them off drifting.

In any other scenario this would seem mad. Kriff, to Harlan it still did even now. But when you get an order from the higher ups in the Syndicate you didn’t exactly stop to ask questions. It was more a ‘they say jump’ you say ‘I would if I weren’t so unfit, is there another way I can help?’ kinda deal for Banks. And even then, he wasn’t about to turn down his first gig since being entered into the cartel. He had people to please now. Debts to pay.

Well, he always had debts to pay.

And so here he was, in a starship with a load of mercs, ready to take on some pirates. It wasn’t exactly his usual day. But for now at least he could still use the speakers, and that meant he could leave on some funky music to keep the mood light. He pressed on the comma, activating it close to his mouth,

“Anybody, anybody out there, help us out if ya can!” He called into it, broadcasting into the void, hoping they’d be heard. And heard by the right people. Though in the location they found themselves now, floating close range to a generally hostile space station, certainly upped those odds. It’d been a long time since he’d been close to a pilots seat, he was almost amazed he remembered how to use the damn thing. But it was like riding a speeder he guessed, you didn’t forget. Not that he exactly knew how to ride those either. He spun round on one of the pilots chairs to his mandalorian companion,

“You think they’ll buy it?” Kriff he hoped they did. And he hoped this Kelborn was a decent enough sort. The group of guys they’d brought together seemed capable enough, but Faison was the one in charge here, no doubt about it. For now, Harlan was just another mook along for the ride.

Didn’t mean he didn’t want to make a good impression though. He needed friends in this game, and fast, if he was going to come out of this whole cartel setup alive. And even now, on day one, he was out here with his life on the line.

There had to be an easier way of doing this, right?


@Fyremage

 

[Faison Kelborn]

"Make sure to get those grates loose but not too loose." Faison ordered as two thugs set about loosing the rivets holding the grating forming the floor of the ship's corridors. He turned toward the cockpit, noting another thug rigging a flashbang grenade along the door jamb of a blast door built into the corridor at the half-section. His helmet was held under his arm, and pistols holstered at his sides, giving him the air of someone very much in charge. This was a prime opportunity for the Mandalorian mercenary, primarily because this the first time Spectre had given him command of an operation. He had only led one operation before, and it was for Nem'ro the hutt in acquiring a sample of the Ataxia plant. It was a rather straightforward operation - with him and his companion getting in and out without much ceremony.

This was different. This job required finesse and preparation to see it through. Their job was to be the decoy and draw away the pirate base's defenses so that another strike team could seize the base. One thing about Faison was: he liked to think outside of the box, and while he fully intended to be the decoy needed - this particular decoy was going to have some teeth. In fact, the Mandalorian intended to fully turn the tables on their would-be attackers. Loose grating near the port airlock to hide a strike team, flash bang grenades strategically placed to surprise and disorient the pirates as they invariably moved to secure the ship, crates set up to form barricades in front of the cockpit with one thug bearing a repeater, supported by others carrying pistols and pulsewave rifles.

If the tell-tale signs were not obvious, Faison was planning a big surprise for the pirates once they decided to take the bait. And this newblood would play a key part if he was worth his salt. Or he would die, likely ignominiously, in the process. The Mandalorian entered the cockpit and grunted dismissively at Harlon's words. What kind of kriffing question was that? The Mandalorian opted to ignore his question entirely as he looked at him with his hard gaze and said: "Are you done loafing around or are you ready to contribute to this plan?" He didn't wait for the man to agree. He sat down opposite of him and began laying out the plan:

"I'm going to need you to play a role in the actual defenses of this ship. my ship in fact." The Krayt's Claw was a modified Z-13 freightor - a reliable ship that has served him well on a number of occasions. He directed the man's attention to a layout of the ship. The port airlock was the main airlock of the ship, and would likely be the main source of breaching of the pirate crew. "The corridors between the airlock and the cockpit are lined with flash bang grenades. Once the majority of the breaching team spill through, they will be set off to disorient them. Meanwhile, myself and half a dozen of our men will be hiding under the floor right by the airlock. Once those flash bangs get set off, we will emerge and hit them from behind."

He glanced up at the guy. What was his name again? Harmon? Harken? "I'm going to need you to remain in the cockpit by the controls, and ready to do exactly what i'm about to say." The Mandalorian affixed a stern glare at the man before he continued: "If these pirates are worth their salt, they will likely send a detachment to the engine room to secure the hyperdrive and prevent us from jumping to lightspeed. Now this is very important:" He pointed to the camera feeds. "When they bypass the first set of blast doors en route to the engine room, you need to seal all of the blast doors of that section and vent the oxygen. Don't repressurize it until they stop choking and quivering."

He stared blankly at Harlon. It would become abundantly clear to him that Faison was a consummate professional - a killer who had no compunctions doing what he did best. "You'll have three men station here with you to hold the line from the main force while I attack from the rear. Another three will be stationed on the opposite side of the blast door to the starboard side to mop up the suffocated pirates once you vent the chamber and repressurize. They will reinforce your position if things get dicey. Got it?" He paused, awaiting Harlon's response in the affirmative.

@Nightfall096

 

[Harlan Banks]

"Nope, ready, yep, ready for the plan" Harlan replied, swinging his legs down from the dash and facing the man.

In the background Harlan could hear the sound of the other mercenaries and thugs that had been hired on for this job, moving their equipment into position and clearing out the floor space for their ambush. This Faison fella certainly knew how to get a job done quick-smart. Indeed, this whole operation seemed far more professional than they usual smuggles and lifts he'd been involved in. A lot less scrappy too. And as he listened to Kelborn's plan he breathed a kriffing sigh of relief when his special assignment was going to be button pressing in the cockpit. Maybe he'd be lucky, not even have to draw his blaster.

Not that he'd ever been lucky. Ever.

Though he was still alive, he had to reflect on that. Perhaps there was a little bit of chance holding out on him. He wasn't going to push it though, and he certainly wasn't going to go pushing it with this man, not a chance. He nodded along to the notes on the ambush, trying to take it in. He'd been in a few scrapes, sure, but this was a real, military style op going down and he was trying to wrap around his head around that fact. At least he knew now how some guys made the big bucks,

"Seal. Vent. Hold the line. Got it" He counted it off on his fingers while looking back at his mercenary friend here. The smile was gone from his face for now, despite his attitude he was trying to show he understood what was required. The man didn't exactly seem in the mood for jokes. At least, not with a fresh grunt like him. Fresh might be generous, given his age, but, well, ya got the point. Looking around he noted a trio of men prepping their weapons and arming up, likely the three stationed with him as mentioned. They looked tough, tough was good,

"Don't you worry about us, we'll give em what they deserve, won't we fellas?" He called over to the trio with him. One grunted, the other muttered something about sticking it where he deserved,

"Yeah alright that's fair. But no, I won't let you down Kelborn" He offered with a smile. The scanner behind him seemed to beep, a ship approached, they were being hailed,

"Guess it's go time?"


@Fyremage

Spoiler: OOC

Dice thread here!

 

[Faison Kelborn]

Faison nodded his affirmation at Harlon's question, thereafter turning to head down the corridor. As he walked, he placed his helmet atop his head and nodded at his strike team, who set about lowering themselves under the grating. He too lowered himself in turn, with the half dozen of his men all settled alongside him. They slid the grating over them and hunched low. Faison's voice bled over the comm channel: "Comm silence until the trap is sprung boys. You know what you're assignments are. Harlon, lower the lights."

Several moments passed until their 'rescuers' approached. A heavily, heavily modified Lybeya-Class heavy freightor approached them. It had two fixed blaster cannons jury-rigged at the front, and a swivel mounted dual turret on the top. To compensate for the weight, it had several sections of its stock hull stripped and sealed in obvious after-market attempts to make it spaceworthy. It was a formidable vessel, and would have been a worthy prize for anyone had it not been for the obvious safety hazards likely at play i its use. But that was the mindset of a pirate for you. They hardly cared for safety if it meant profit. Technically it served its purpose - obviously so given it carried a host of roughly 30 or 40 pirates aboard it. Judging from the ship's modifications and crew size, it was likely a raiding party doubling as base security, and the prize of a Z-13 freightor dead in space was too alluring to pass up.

The ship was wracked to and fro as the freightor forcibly attached docking clamps to its hull, which caused the Mandalorian to grimace in obvious annoyane. 'The kriffing bastards better not damage my ship.' He thought to himself, awaiting the follow manuevers anxiously. While it seemed to take forever, the telltale signs of breaching could be heard as they waited, with the airlock soon being forced open. Twenty armed pirates surged through the airlock, with fifteen of their number rushing down the corridor to the common area and cockpit, with the remaining five branching off to the engine room. Faison silently counted down in his head, the wireless trigger in his hand.

'3...
2...
1...'

He pressed the trigger, and instantly the corridor was awash with intense light from the flash bang grenades rigged in the corridor. And to follow their detonation, cries of surprise and disorientation radiated through the corridors, which in turn served as the signal for Faison and his men. The gratings shot up and over, allowing his strike force to emerge from their ambush position quickly. The stun grenades had given them the time they needed to emerge and take advantage of the confusion, with nearly 16 of the invading raiders clutching their eyes or laying on the floor, helpless. Two of them remained standing in the main corridor, with another two in the compartment just outside the engine room. The Mandalorian's blasters quickly found themselves in his hands and trained at the two men still standing, firing four shots in total (2 per blaster) at the men, intent to take them down as quickly as possible.

His first shot was the most accurate, as it caused the first pirate's head to explode in gore - killing the hapless Weequay instantly. The second boarder wouldn't go down so easily. His first shot would strike wide, impacting the Theelin in his arm. The second shot would strike the pirate's opposite shoulder, with the third finishing him by striking clean through the grunt's throat. By then, his men were quick at work as well, with his six ambushers dispatching another eight pirates in due course between them. This was going very well so far. The remaining five thugs in the main corridor were able to recover and begin to fight back, with Faison yelling over the Comm: "Now! Seal the engine room and snuff out those kriffers!"

@Nightfall096

 

[Harlan Banks]

He could kriff we’ll feel the tension on board as the team waited, quietly hopping beneath the grates and readying their ambush for their boarders. There was going to be more than a few it seemed, if the size of the damn thing that seized them up was any indication. Harlan wasn’t exactly spoiling for a fight. He was never spoiling for a fight, though he knew it was coming now, as he drummed his fingers on the dashboard, sitting steady to seal the door when time came. And then a thunk, the larger ship latching on. He watched the entryway door blow in and these thugs flood Kelborn‘s ship in the cockpits camera feed. Then it all started.

Springing the trap, Kelborn and his team made good headway on cutting down the boarders here they stood. Given their arms and armouring, there was never going to be a negotiation anyway. The snip of blaster bolts and the din of grenades echoed down the halls, pinging off its metal walls and filling his ears with the sound of violence. This whole thing wasn’t exactly his forte, but kriff did it get his edge up. The boys watching the cockpit were only barley holding on as thugs fired back at them down the hall. A whip crack, a bolt smacked into the metal above Harlan, snapping him from his watch. Spinning round he saw the Gran on their side take a shot to the shoulder, falling back into the cockpit as blaster bolts spat through by Harlan. He want exactly pleased by that,

“You kriffing kriffers!” He spat as he threw himself from his chair and whipped out his tri-blaster, firing back down the corridor in a rage. Whatever focus he’d had was broken, firing instead aimlessly down the hall to hold them back.

And that’s when the boss man called into his ear, time to do the plan. Kriff.

Harlan threw himself against the control panel and sealed the place shut, venting it in an instant. Whatever cruelty he did now was small fry to what he imagined might come to him if he screwed this up. It was then that he looked at the camera feed. He’d shot off early. The team sent to hit the hyperdrive hadn’t even passed the doorway yet, he’d cut the oxygen to no one.

“Kriff” he stated at a loss. Harlan Banks you’re a fool, he thought, and a dead fool if he didn’t fix this. Grabbing his blaster to his hand he knew he had to bloody fix this now. Somehow. If nothing else the team was trapped in the hallway now with the team meant to mop them up, who hadn’t quite revealed themselves yet. He could use that.

Right?


@Fyremage

 

[Faison Kelborn]

Things were going well, that is to say until the pirates still aboard the pirate vessel heard the commotion. Seven brigands began rushing through the airlock, firing their blasters into the breach. One of the thugs under Faison's command fell instantly under the hail of blaster fire, with another getting skewered by a charging Nikto wielding a vibroblade. Faison was quick to swing about, nodding at two of his companions to redirect their fire at the breach while the surviving two partnered with the group defending the cockpit to mop up the survivers from the initial wave. Faison fired several shots at the Nikto, his bolts catching him head on and felling him immediately. His companions were able to collectively fell one more of the new boarders, forcing the other five to take a defensive posture on the other side of the airlock.

Three more of the surviving pirates from the initial wave were killed, two in the engine compartment and one in the corridor shared with Faison. During the confusion, one of the three thugs defending the cockpit was felled by blaster fire, with another one falling on the opposite side with the team meant to ambush the engine compartment. Thus far, things were going well but not great. If Faison had the luxury of time, he would be very mad at Harlon. But instead, all he could manage was: "Strike one greenhorn!"

Spoiler: Status

With the addition of the 7 reinforcements, but then with casualties accounted for, there are 12 pirates remaining, and 8 of Faison's men.

@Nightfall096

 

[Harlan Banks]

"That means I get two more, right?" he called back at Faison, hopefully he took jokes as well as he took shots. Because that man had shot down more than a few all by himself, not to mention his men alongside him. Though as blaster shots wizzed through the air he couldn't help but notice a few of them go down to the hail of fire from the boarding soldiers, though they were held back for now.

What the kriff had he gotten himself into?

Leaving the men defending the cockpit to support Kelborn, Harlan made what was likely a rash decision, but the one he chose nonetheless, and began to thunder down the corridor toward the hyperdrive, squeezing off blaster shots at the set of men who were now trapped by its closed door. His tri-blaster, much to his own surprise, rang true, burning through a pair of boarders as they were distracted by the ambush team, who managed to fell another in the crossfire.

Harlan threw himself into a small alcove in the corridor, stepping out of the line of fire for a moment, gasping for breath. He was hellishly unfit, that was for sure. Oh boy, he'd need a break after all this was done. He didn't enjoy killing, not even professionally, but with the threat of imminent puncturing in the horizon he wasn't exactly going to sit their and take it. He still seemed to have a little bit of magic it seemed.

Drawing his vibroblade from his cane, he readied himself to round the corner and end the little threat he'd created himself.

Hopefully that'd take that nasty little strike off his head.


@Fyremage

Spoiler: OOC

9 pirates, 8 allies. Getting there!

 

[Faison Kelborn]

It would come as little surprise that the last remaining pirates from the first wave would fall to the onslaught of Faison's men, but not without cost. The two thugs by the cockpit and the two thugs Faison dispatched to flank the four remaining pirates in a pincir motion was successful, yet the old brigands were harder to kill than the Mandalorian gave them credit for. Although the pirates were gunned down, they had managed to fire off several lucky shots upon the foursome that waylaid them. Two fell to their shots, with the other two taking wounds that they would eventually succumb to after the pirates fell. It was a costly loss for Faison and his men, but at least they didn't have to worry about their flank. And now, only one pirate remained near the engine room, which the remaining thugs combined with Harlon were able to dispatch handily. That meant the ship was now clear of the pirate boarders. Several potshots rang out near the airlock as the Mandalorian and his companions held it, with Faison peering around the corner and taking the head off yet another courageous pirate. The odds were even, at least for now. The Mandalorian had reckoned they still had at least sixteen men aboard their ship. While it wasn't enough to overtly overwhelm their position, it was more than they had - and pirates were all too willing to play the odds when they seemed to be in their favor.

It was just then that Faison had an idea. His voice echoed over the comms again. "Harlon, I need you and your two men over here by the airlock asap. I have an idea... The Mandalorian would wait until they had arrived before he relayed his orders. He looked at Harlon with a hard expression, which was masked by his helmet but it was no less commanding. "Hold this airlock with your life. We have one chance to end this and come out on top, and we can't kriff it up." At that, the Mandalorian would rush off deeper into the ship, leaving Haron and the four surviving thugs to hold the airlock.

Spoiler: OOC

4 Thugs plus Faison and Harlon against roughly 16 pirates aboard the Labeya Freighter. Good thing we have the airlock and force them to funnel through. That should give you guys a +2 mod to your rolls.

 

[Harlan Banks]

Harlan was going to need a drink after all this, a kriffing big one. That was, if he could get the bartender back on Ryloth to unfreexe his tab again. That seemed to get harder and harder every time. Maybe Kelborn would come along, assuming they both made it out. Though really, if he was honest with himself, his panting down the ships corridor as he formed up on the last of the mercs at the airlock seemed only to remind that no, it would be him dying here, not the Mandalorian.

He had been fit once, hadn't he? Young and fit?

There would be time to reminisce later though, so he hoped. Hold this airlock with your life. That was not a type of command he'd gotten before. He'd bet on his life once, that was a bit different though. Then he knew he was going to win. He'd cheated then. Hopefully whatever Faison had going on inside that helmet now was going to amount to cheating here too, he wanted a win now. First day on the job for the Hutts, he needed to impress. Or, atleast, not fail. Good, he thought, don't fail. It was a better goal than nothing.

Retrieving again his tri-blaster he racketed off another trio of shots down the airlock, blaster bolts colliding with the enemy and ricocheting back. It was chaos, chaos in a vacuum sealed teacup that opened up into the black. He kriff well hoped no one pierced the damn thing.

That said, the pirates across the way must have thought they were a bigger force than the five now that remained, their attacks were weaker, more uncertain, as he and his allies grew bolder, striking down another four as they tried to dash between cover and close the gap,

"I don't mean to rush ya pal, but what exactly did you have in mind?" Harlan called back over the comm, blaster shots cutting in and out of his words and streaking by his glasses even now. They held their ground now, but for how long they could, Harlan didn't know. Harlan also managed to keep his role in this little situation rather downplayed in his mind. There'd be time for blame later.


@Fyremage

Spoiler: OOC

Alrighty 12 left, bring it home!

 

[Barry Weathers]

Barry Weathers was one of the hired guns that were hired to take part on this corvette raid. The RJF-turned-Cartel member was available on the market and the pay is decent. The premise of this seemed a little rocket and risky, but things have worked out so far. Barry had his full standard kit on him which includes normal armor, helmet and everything. Barry had all his weapons on him as well, right now holding a Marauder Pulse Rifle, a good weapon which will work at these close ranges. One shot can burn through most armor and the flesh underneath it, while the next shot is usually a kill. It's a shame they are illegal in Republic space. Oh well. Barry had taken up position near where Harlan was. He was off to the side with durasteel crates tactically positioned as makeshift cover. Makeshift, but effective still. It won't hold forever but it should still be decent cover until then. Harlan was chatting on the comlink as there was blaster fire going everywhere, and Barry was focused on the enemies down towards the airlock. Where they are all funneled in his helmet visor. Barry would quickly pop up to fire his pulse wave blaster, but before he could those guys turned his attention to him and started firing blaster shots at him. Barry wisely ducked down before they could connect. "Shit." Barry would groan before he tries again. Barry would then pull out a frag grenade in his hand as he is ducked down, that might work.

@Nightfall096

 

[Harlan Banks]

"Kelborn? Kelborn?!" Harlan called into his earpiece. It was no use, the man had downright dissapeared or something, which wouldn't be exactly great news for morale over here, the outnumbering boarding force still had them tied down on the other end of the airlock, even if they tied them down to theirs. For now it was a stalemate, and Harlan wasn't exactly keen on stepping up where Kelborn had left a gap. But, he also didn't want to get shot. It was a fear of his, a reasonable one he thought, and if just kriffing well doing something might save his skin today then damn right he was going try and do something.

What though, he didn't know.

A quick glance around made him aware though that, if they didn't finish this quick, this wasn't going to exactly end well for them he was sure. And then something curious, a man across from him, Weathers, he thought, pulled out a frag. That could work, that could work quite well.

"Hey, buddy" Harlan quickly asked the merc that was pressed up to the cover next to him "Gotta, gotta frag on ya?" he asked, slowly forming a plan in his mind. No matter what it was though, it involved a grenade. The man seemed to hand it to him with little more than a grunt and snort as he fired back down the hall. He quickly called Barry through the comm,

"Weathers, if you throw long, we can keep em either tied down, or running our way. I'll throw short, the boys tie em down with crossfire. Baboom we can wrap this up yeah?"

He hoped Barry agreed. For now though, he clocked off another few shots down the hall, nailing one right between the eyes, and another as he reached for a frag of his own. It was do or die now, and Harlan Banks was not about to die.


@Faster Than Light

 

[Barry Weathers]

-- " Got it" Barry echoed and affirmed hurriedly, cutting him off before he could finish speaking. In the middle of a pitched battle, he his quite the talker for some reason. And there isn't a lot of time for that. Battles can be determined in a manner of seconds. So if one has to speak keep it concise when possible. He said enough really for Barry to understand what he is intending to do. The Cartel Enforcer already had his grenade prepped, and would throw it from behind his cover. He didn't pop out and risk getting hit by their onslaught of blaster fire. He aimed to throw long into the enemies rear. The the pirates would be able to watch the grenade come their way, and their first instincts would be to run away or they would die. The blaster fire coming from that side would be reduced enough for Barry to feel comfortable popping up and fire two shots at a person who was running forward. The pulse-wave rifle Barry was using gave the pirate no chance as the high-powered rifle utterly burned through the inside of the man's torso. Meanwhile, one other pirate wasn't fast enough to move from the grenade, dying in the explosion.

 

[Harlan Banks]

Kriffity kriffing kriff, these guys knew how to move. As soon as Barry tossed his grenade they scattered, the majority rushing forward while as soon as the damn thing came down over their side, giving little thought to the wave of crossfire that would hit them now like a tsunami. Or, so he hoped.

Rolling out his own frag across the floor, the boarders seemed to spot that one too. But with such a tight space to move, and the amount of them that had crammed themselves in the little boarding tube, their wasn't much place for them to go before,

BANG

Harlan's frag shot up, spraying up and out, a wave of hot pressurised air and shrapnel. Or it should have been. Somehow, somehow whatever Harlan had just thrown seemed a little underwhelming. Sure, everyone in their got smacked with it, but they all seemed to be standing again once it had.

That wasn't exactly good, now was it.

Though Barry spun out and took out another, Harlan hadn't been quite as smart. When the grenade blew up he hadn't quite turned his head away properly, and that meant his ears were kriffing ringing like never before. He felt absolutely dazed. This, this was why he didn't like blaster battles. The guys with him seemed to take some potshots, getting some more grazes and taking another down. Harlan pulled the trigger and joined them.

Only problem was, in his daze, he'd forgotten to aim first.

A trio of bolts from his tri-blaster tore right through the flesh of his toes, searing his flesh and burning his boot,

"Kriff! Kriff! Gah, did this thing have a kriffing hair trigger, kriffing, kriffing kriff!" he shouted. He'd never been shot before, not in all his years doing less than legal jobs. And now here he was, first time taking a bolt, and it had been his own. This, this was not looking good.


@Faster Than Light

 

[Barry Weathers]

After nailing a guy with a frag grenade and some pulse-wave shots, Barry didn't stop there. The wheels are always in motion. He went back into cover, pulled out a concussion grenade from one of his belt pouches, primed it, and threw it over his cover back into the enemy position. The enemies, once again, would be able to see the grenade coming, and they were already all spread out more as far as they can be from the last ones. He also aimed to throw low instead of over, so that the blinding flash would be more effective. A few were hit with the blinding light as well as the disorienting concussive force. Others were either mostly unaffected.

Barry once again took this opportunity after lobbing the grenade top pop up out of cover with his pulse-wave rifle and fire some shots as some of the scramble. One of them was trying to was repositoning himself to move away from the concussion grenade after it hits the ground and hasn't exploded yet. He would fire, managing to hit the guy badly in the armored back, wounding him, and sending him on the ground, but not dead or out of the fight yet as he could still recover. Barry knew to throw the grenade far enough to where he really wouldn't be affected either. There was one who was caught in it's radius, making an easy prey.

The Cartel Enforcer would fire another shot and nail the guy in the face. Ouch. And right close to him, he heard the sound of three blasters gong off at once and the next thing he hears is that rather round guy cursing repetitively, after seeing what it's all about, it looks like the guy shot himself. "Did you just literally shoot yourself in the foot?" he raised his voice as he had an annoyed expression and tone. He was facepalming behind his cover. Did Fiason seriosuly hire this guy for something as dangerous as this? Where the hell is he anyway?

@Nightfall096

 

[Harlan Banks]

"No, metaphorically" Harlan called back across the crossfire. Kriff that hurt like hell, and well, he was in no position to play it off, nor really did he feel entitled to help at this point, not after that.

"Deep breaths, deep breaths, deep breaths" he muttered to himself, trying to fight off the pain. Blaster bolts seared at least, there wasn't bleeding now, just that firey feeling in his foot. But if he didn't get it under control now then he'd be feeling that feeling all over very shortly and he knew it, there be time for kolto and painkillers when those boarders were dead.

And while he tried to help, firing of a trio of shots down the hallway, he was firing blind, and Harlan didn't exactly have the best sight at the best of times. Their enemies had found their footing, even as Barry and the others cut em down to size. It was an even fight now, and it seemed at least that the cartel had hired the better shots. Well, bar Harlan that was.

The guys alongside him scored a couple of grazes, scarring one and burning a patch across another's leg in the process. It'd be time to mop em up. And kriff, at least this Weathers guy was kicking enough of then for two for the time being,

"And come on, you seem to be more than making up for me, kriff, I'll give ya part of my cut if you do!"


@Faster Than Light

Spoiler: OOC

Quick count, five left, three injured, two still up, so nearly there :)

 

[Barry Weathers]

Barry would shrug off and start to ignore Harlan. Why is that guy on this kind of mission again? Anyways, back to what's in front of him. The pirates are now on the run, with only two up, the rest injured or dead, they would be fools to remain slugging it out. Barry then pops out around cover and starts slowly advancing as he has his pulse-wave rifle up. He would then fire two shots at one of them in the back, Barry isn't letting the guy go. With two bolts struck in the guy's spine, he would undoubtedly be dead. The remaining quickly turned around and attempted to fire some shots at his rifle at Barry, but Barry was quick to adjust his targetting and fire before he could fire. He intended to just shoot the guy in the chest but somehow hit the guy's rifle instead, pretty much knocking it out of the pirate's hand as well as destroying it.

With that, the guy had no other recourse to go, and the guy would put his hands up and start pleading his for his life. "Wait, wait don't shoot. I surrender. I'll do anything you guys want." With that, Barry would stop his advance, still having his rifle aimed at the guy, but looking towards Harlan. "What do you want to do with him? And the injured?" he would ask Harlan before putting his eyes back on the pirate. Barry is just here to some heavy lifting and it's not his say on if the surrendering pirate should die or not. It's really doubtful that the pirates have any more gunmen on board the vessel, otherwise they would have sent them here where they would be needed most rather than having very few inside. So the bridge would be easy pickings. As for the rest, should probably be executed and be done with it. Probably the surrendering pirate as well.

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[Harlan Banks]

It seemed this Barry fella could keep things moving, even as Harlan clawed at his foot, trying to keep some pressure on the wound and do what he could to bandage it up, the last of the enemy guys were mopped up in a flash. Harlan, on the other hand, was still nursing a nasty little pain in his foot to be of any use at that point.

That said, as the trembling surrender of a final soldier ran down the hall, Harlan had to laugh.

He was alive. Kriffing hell and by the force he'd made it through. He'd jump for joy if it wouldn't cause severe pain. It'd be time to numb it with alcohol after all this was done. Though from what he knew, it weren't that time just yet,

"Him?" Harlan limped over to the survivor, taking a look. He was as skinny as he was green it seemed, and that was saying something. No, there was an option with this one Harlan was going to try,

"You, fella. Yeah, you. What's yer name?" he cheekily asked through the pain,

"Ah, Masha, Masha, that's me"

"Masha, we gotta bit of work to do and are now a little shorthanded thanks to your old friends. Any chance you wanna jump on the winning team?"

"Oh yes, yes please" the man shot up in an instant. A little wet behind the ears but the boy knew a good deal when he saw one, and that was enough for Harlan,

"Alright well get our wounded back to the ship, keep em looking alive. That, and you tell us everything you know about your little op, deal?"

There was still work to do, but first, a little kolto for Harlan, and little questioning of the new guy. They'd come out of this okay, okay indeed.

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