Ask Coruscant I Fought the Law

[Jad Luk]

As Sinder's grapple reeled him and Yamizee up towards the railing of the balcony, a tight grip wrapped itself around the Togorian's forearm, pulling harshly upwards. A helping hand, it seemed. Though, clearly going overboard on pulling once they had reached the apex of the balcony, still pulling with violent force, enough to roll someone completely over the railing and onto their rear end if not careful.

"Seems you're not welcome here," a shrewd, low voice remarked to the pair. Sharp red eyes glared at them, the Duros squinting his bulbous orbs tightly against his eyelids. His demeanor was cold, shoulders slouched, and head cocked somewhat away from the pair, as if his attention was divided. "I'm going to be leaving on my ship. Be there, or find your own way out. Not two Bantha ticks, either way." With the offer on the table, the alien drew a veritable handcannon from within his jacket, blasting a nearby door panel, and stomping through the now-open doorway. He turned the corner, and vanished from sight.

It was easy to find him again, though. The screams of surprised tenants and guests clued the duo in on where he could be headed. Assumedly, the access stairs.

 

[Yamizee]

Practically shaking already from the colossal drop below, the Arkanian Offshoot was mortified to find the Togorian had let go of her. Confronted with her worst possible nightmare, she screamed out loud before barely being caught. She tensed, and the feeling of dread was immediately replaced by anger. She gloweerd at Sinder.

Then she was dropped again. She barely had a chance to react to the situation nevermind respond to it. She knew she was now on a balcony, however. Grounded. Alive. She didn't even notice the Duros before she confronted the Togorian. She blared at him, "What the kriff was that?!"

"I've got a good mind to hit you with this!" she continued as she suddenly pulled a Cosmowrench from the sole of her boot. Mag-boots. She raised it and took a step towards the hairy beastman. She was pissed.

 

[Mateo Serrano]

Mateo watched the droid grab the gear, a grin formed on his face....then it threw the gear. He sighed heavily assuming the Togorian would catch it, as it slowly began to fall out of his reach.."Dank Farrik.." he let go of the speeder. Throwing his hands forward he latched onto the wheel of his speeder speeding off towards the RT-97C, he used one hand to steer and the other to slow it down with the Force. In around three or so seconds he caught up to it, more so grabbing it than catching it considering it was floating in the air. Next, he looked upwards as they safely got to the balcony he followed suit.

"Grabbed your RT-97C, real smart droid ya' got there." Next, he gently handed it to the Togarian, "The lady alright? Looks pissed."

 

[U9-I3 'Happy']

The droid watched the rest of its companions, both new and old, make it successfully to the balcony among the bustling urban jungle that is Coruscant. The droid immediately shuffled its way back into the speeders cockpit, slowly analyzing the controls of the vehicle before grabbing the wheel. It pressed a button, and the speeder flew off into the near distance with quite the struggle - consequences of having damaged the craft, and ruining the aerodynamics. The speeder soon vanished behind a building.

It took a few seconds for the droid to appear from the other side again, seemingly having circled around it before heading towards the balcony, where it came to a slow, and far from steady halt. The droid remained in the cockpit for a moment, experimenting with the dashboard as it attempted to set an autopilot course for the nearest police precinct, before stepping out and letting the speeder go onto its merry way... Hopefully safely to where it was meant to arrive.

And there he was - U9-I3 was safely on the balcony, taking a second to recalibrate some of its servomotors and speaking up,

"Mission accomplished."

 

[Sinder]

Sinder quickly grasped his weapon back from the human male that was holding it out to him, slinging the blaster over his back. With a nod, he growled to the male contentedly. “I thank you, but never touch my things ever again.”. Turning his attention to the Arkanian Offshoot, he gently and slowly swatted the CosmoWrench aside, though not so much as to disarm her, just as to dissuade her from swinging it in his general direction. “Don’t do anything you’ll come to regret, girl.”. Finally, he turned to Happy. His expression was that of surprise and a slight disappointment. “That could have been worse.”.

With that, he looked around, readying himself for what could easily be another cliche escape sequence, and kept his Electroripper Staff in hand. Seeing no sign of the Duros at present, the best thing to do would be evidently be to follow him, given they had no other option at this moment in time, and so he looked to the group, grunted, and sighed. “We should follow Bug-Eyes... Emphasis on we.”. Pointing to a set of red and blue flashing lights coming closer over the skylanes, help was definitely on the way for the unconscious officers, and Sinder needed no other encouragement to leave. With huge, heavy steps, he ran off, following the Duros in the vague direction he was heading, hoping to eventually find the aforementioned ship.

 

[Jad Luk]

Those following the Duros found themselves in a seemingly neverending stairwell, going up and down. Obviously, up was the better choice, and clearly the road well travelled, if the groaning, half-conscious bodies of guests was anything to go by, a few nursing rapidly growing bruises upon their heads. Occasionally, however, there'd be a corpse, a hole blasted clean through their sternum or cranium. Their blasters were held in a death grip within their hands, rigor mortis subtly stiffening their bodies.

Jad Luk burst through the top of the staircase, finally at ground level. His ship was only a short walk away, parked relatively close to the residential block. In between him and it, though, innocents wandered to and fro, paying no mind to the hurried Duros. He was quick to change their mind, a harsh crackle of energy blasting upwards as he fired his blaster into the sky.
"Get outta here," Luk dryly ordered the now-screaming crowds, scrambling away from both him and his ship. He moved across the open plaza with rapid speed, power-walking his way towards his vessel, blaster in hand. With a cursory glance behind himself, he began ascending the ramp, a gargled growl escaping his throat. "They got until her engines get going..."

 

[Yamizee]

With a grunt, the Offshoot lowered the Cosmowrench. Once she was finished glaring daggers at the Togorian, she turned to the U9-I3 droid, the droid that had just tossed all of her stuff miles below. That same vexed look was still painted on her face. "You owe me a new Peacemaker." she demanded sharply.

She tapped a few buttons on the inside of her wrist and a moment later a pale white droid with bright red eyes hovered towards the group. An ID-21 Seeker Droid, modified. It was clearly battered and broken. One of the lenses appeared cracked, a snapped mechanical arm barely managed to remain attached and the primary antenna had been bent at a 90 degree angle. Yamizee looked up to confront 'Happy' again, speaking "And you owe Gorgeous an apology.". It seemed her weapons weren't the only thing to be thrown into the depths.

Storming off, she followed where Sinder and the Duros had disappeared to, still clutching her Cosmowrench. Those still on the balcony heard her mutter something along the lines of "Kriffing droids."

She hurriedly stepped over the fresh collection of bodies and made her way upstairs.

 

[Mateo Serrano]

Mateo turned his head around, "Kriff sake." he hopped off his speeder and set it to autopilot hoping the Coruscant Guard would follow it, then he began following the Duros. "Calm down lady, we'll get you a new Peacemaker," He reached down to his belt and pulled off the DL-44 giving a quick glance to all the bodies just incase.

"Duros boy ain't happy," He said nearly tripping over one of the bodies as he got closer to the ship going up stair after stair, "I'm gonna lose my kriffin' mind if this staircase gets any longer," then he went up one more set of stairs finally arriving at where the ship was.

 

[U9-I3 'Happy']

The droid stared at Yamizee after its recalibration finished, bluntly replying, "Negative. Highest priority objective: 'ELECTRORIPPER STAFF'. Other objectives were optional.", as it looked over to the beaten droid that appeared out of the abyss of Coruscant. Happy promptly responded to its smaller counterpart: "Apology issued."

With not much to do, or say, the droid promptly began to follow the Togorian into the building, unslinging its Longblaster and keeping it at a ready - just in case.

 

[Sinder]

Barrelling on beyond the staircase that everyone else had followed, Sinder kept his Electroripper Staff in hand, foot-pads slamming into the flooring as the sirens died down somewhat, indicating that the other officers had almost certainly found their companions. They had to get out of there now, at the very least, travel a few kilometers away and a couple hundred floors up or down. Either way, they couldn't stay here. Not that he would have wanted to, given the choice. Eventually, after a short jog, past the people that were already terrified by the Duros's errant firing of his blaster into the air, the freighter was in sight...

A large, Rambler-Class Freighter that apparently belonged to the Duros, and regardless of whatever was going to happen because of their would-be incarceration, Sinder fancied his chances on the freighter with the Duros more. With that, he ran up the ramp, and headed to the bridge, to make sure he could keep an eye on the pilot. "You need more crew, or can you take off alone?", he asked with a growl, looking down at the male Duros in the pilot seat.

@cabbo

 

[Jad Luk]

The freighter's bridge was ramshackle, but efficient. Useless boards and pointless screens had been removed, leaving most of the bridge barren, save for the pilot and co-pilot seats and consoles. There was an odd smell of iron in the air that refused to escape the nostrils, and a similar taste was quick to fill the mouth, like gaseous blood, or perhaps just copious amounts of exotic liqours. Perhaps blood would be the less worrying option in this context.

The Duros was flipping switches, pressing buttons, and readying the controls. He gave a side glance to Sinder, and spoke in a quick, yet enunciated fashion.
"I can fly just fine, big man. What I need is someone to operate the turrets and the auxiliary thrusters. If you know what you're doing, sit down." He reached out for the central thrust lever, and gripped it tightly, pushing his arm forward. Soon, a quiet, then loud, then deafening scream of fire and plasma roared out the back of the freighter, the ship beginning to move. The ramp lifted somewhat, enough to not scrape on the floor, but not too high as to stop others from quickly getting in. The ship was travelling down the plaza, moving faster, faster, barging smaller land vehicles aside with ease.

Those that didn't get out of the ship's way in time were made additions to its paint scheme, or crushed underneath the heavy metal ramp. The Duros kept his hand on the lever, squinting forward, even beginning to lean.
"They've got about ten to twenty seconds to get on before I'm pulling up. Not in the mood to smash into an apartment block today, so they best be quick," he advised the Togorian, as if the others would be able to hear and magically begin picking up the pace.

 

[Yamizee]

The Arkanian Offshoot hurried up the stairs. Not quite the full sprint the Togorian had engaged in, but fast enough. Cresting the top of the stairs, she was met with the hovering ship and with a shake of her head, darted for it. She had no plans on being left with this mess. Her sturdy boots clanged on the metal ramp and she soon found herself in the freighter. Barren yet efficient. Her droid arrived right after, trailing a mangled metal arm along the ground.

The smell of iron hit her nose immediately. Concerning, but not an issue currently. Getting out her took precedence; regardless of the means. She scrunched her nose regardless.

Locating the cockpit, she shot a glance to both Togorian and Duros before speaking, "Was littering the block with bodies really necessary?". She planted herself in a seat right after and pulled her droid down to fold in her lap. She fiddled with the droid's damaged arm in hopes of bending it back into place.

 

[Mateo Serrano]

Mateo arrived following after the girl and then taking a seat in the ship, "I mean, they probably would've shot at us. Can you really blame him?" he said sarcastically as he got up quickly giving himself a quick tour of the ship before heading back to the cockpit. On his tiny trip, he noticed the two turret seats on his little tour when he arrived he looked out the window for a few seconds seeing if there were any guards or such outside.

"So, do you need help with this thing? I saw one of the turrets, hoping we don't need to use 'em." Serrano stated as he took another seat continuing to look out the window trying to understand just how shitty their situation was.

 

[U9-I3 'Happy']

Last but not least, lagging behind due to its inability to sprint, Happy finally arrived at the freighter. The automaton initially struggled to get its frame onto the hovering ramp, with jumping evidently not being the droid's forté, it attempted to take an awkwardly large step onto it - failing the first try but managing with the second.

The sound of metal on metal echoed through the ship as the droid approached the rest of its newfound crew, slinging its Longblaster back over its shoulder as it moved to seat itself next to Yamizee - extending its arms in an offer to take the droid.

"Compensating.", Happy spoke, as if it was dictating its thought process, "Micro-adjustable arms suggest higher chance of success."

 

[Sinder]

"Can do, big boy. Just get us out of here. Stay on Coruscant. Get us to level 2000 or something, and fly a couple miles out. Got it?". With that, Sinder pounded his feet against the floor, taking a slow jog to where he presumed one of the two quad laser turrets was, hopping into the seats. It wasn't unfamiliar for him. He'd never been given permission to fly before, but sometimes, on occasions where the gang that had held him as a slave needed muscle; he was taken along. On more than one occasion, he was instructed to use the turrets to get someone off their tail, or generally just harass a ship they were following. Either which way, he knew how to use a turret. Not necessarily one this big, but the knowledge was transferrable at least.

Locking his feet into the stirrup-like struts that allowed him to get comfortable in the turret seat, he gripped the sidesticks, moving the turret to and fro, allowing him to get a feel for the speed of the turrets pitching manoeuvrability. Finally, he sat back in the seat, putting the communications headset on to allow him to communicate with the pilot. "This is Sinder. Get someone in the other turret if you think things are going to go south. Oh, and what do I call you?". He cracked his neck, grinning slightly and showing off a toothy maw.

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[Jad Luk]

The Duros slammed the thrust lever forward, and with a powerful blast, the ship launched forward, forcing everyone into their seats with the excessive G forces, blood rushing to the legs quickly. The pilot took sharp, deep breaths, pacing himself under the harsh duress as the ship pulled upwards, flying vertically through Coruscant, passing straight through fly lanes and other traffic with negligent carelessness.
"Luk," the Duros responded to the Togorian's question.

Then, perhaps most shockingly, he fully turned his head away from the viewport, now looking into the ship's bridge. He glared at the pale-skinned lady, then glanced to the droid, and the man that had taken to manning another turret.
"If you're not going to be useful, at least be quiet," he ordered. He craned his head back to looking forward, and yanked his wheel to the side, the ship turning near-90 degrees to the side, barely avoiding an oncoming vessel. He gave no audible reaction, correcting the course moments later.

A harsh, loud beep blinked a few times within the bridge, a single light glowing red.

"We've been painted by scanners. Peacekeepers incoming, get those turrets warmed up, and cool your hearts. Let us become spears." He leaned forward best as he could, now finally focusing on piloting directly, swerving past ships and architecture as he rapidly ascended Coruscant's levels, and with a flick of a switch, the turrets were unlocked for firing actions.

 

[Yamizee]

Yamizee considered the droid's offer. "Don't break it." she eventually responded as she hesitantly dropped the Seeker Droid into Happy's oustretched hand. Hopefully she wouldn't regret this.

The ship had then blasted off, and Yamizee was sucked right into her seat. She gripped it, tensing until the she'd adjusted properly. Never was one for space flight. She shot a glance to the Duros briefly, chiming back "I'll be a lot more useful when there's a hole in you, or there's a hole in the ship. I'd be worthless on one of those guns anyway.". With that, she hopped from her chair and repositioned herself in the co-pilot's seat, adjacent Jad.

Pulling her hair back, she found one of the available headsets and tightened it around her head. With this ship's radar now in proper view, she focused her attention on it, speaking into her headset, "We've got one incoming. Starfighter. Rear left. You'll see him any minute now. Don't miss.". Lastly, she turned to look at Matteo. "You look like you can shoot. Get on the other gun. You'll have a better view of the ship that's about to blast us to bits."

 

[Mateo Serrano]

Mateo nodded and said, "Will do lady." he stood up from his seat and started towards the empty turret. He took a seat and quickly scanned around the area with a 360-degree turn pausing once he had his sights on the advancing ship.

After setting sight on the ship he gently pressed the trigger of the turret three times, the first two shots missed and the last one just barely skimmed the ship, his grazing caused the ship to jerk to the left slightly but its pilot was able to get control back rather quickly. "Kriff, I either suck or I'm rusty." Mateo adjusted his hands and began tracking the ship once more he halted fire for a few seconds until finally, he let off a single accurate blast. To his surprise it hit the ship, causing it to shatter into two pieces as the shot ripped one of its wings off causing it to spin out of control, the ship proceeded to ram itself into a building and catch fire. He slightly cringed, "Oops."

Meanwhile, Mateo reached downwards picking up the communications headset, "I got the one on our rear right while I was dealing with him saw one heading towards the Togorians turret, out of my view. I'm guessing he can hear me with this, take him out for me will you?"

 

[U9-I3 'Happy']

"Request accepted.", the droid responded as the small Seeker droid was deposited in its arms, soon getting to work. The small drone seemed hesitant itself, initially fighting Happy's hands for its own freedom. However, the U9 unit made short work of it by just shutting it down via a small button at the back of the Seeker's head. With that issue out of the way, a makeshift repair was now able to begin.

Happy began to carefully move the droid's arms back and forth, each individually in order to estimate the damage the fall has caused, eventually leading to the one that seemed out of shape. It grasped the arm with both hands on each side of the joint, and began testing its structural integrity with a bit of calculated clamping, deeming them stable enough - for now.

Before he did anything else, however, the droid raised its head again and just stared at a blank wall, all the while a small antenna extended from its head. It wasn't quite clear from the outside, but internally, Happy was switching cycling from frequency to frequency, most of them filled with radio static. Until...

"Kzzz-.. -im out for me will you?"

He found it. Happy successfully managed to dial into the ship's on-board communications, and immediately spoke through it.

"Advising proper maintenance in near future. Initiating improvised restoration of 'ID-21'-Series droid.", Happy announced, turning its focus back onto the Seeker droid in front of it. It readjusted its grip on the arm, before.. CRACK. The sound managed to echo throughout the freighter as Happy brute-forced the dislocated manipulator arm back into place. "Restoration complete. Rebooting 'ID-21'-Series droid now."

Happy let go of the droid, pressing the button at the back again. The Seeker's red photoreceptors slowly came back to life through its cracked lenses, and it began to hover a few feet away from Happy. It returned briefly, and both of them exchanged a small fistbump of sorts.

"Awaiting further directions."

 

[Sinder]

"Oh great. We've just gone from illegal weapons, all the way to murder. Today just gets better and better. Perhaps prison escape and assault on Peacekeepers would have been a good kriffing place to stop!". The Togorian grunted through the headset, ensuring those on the comms would be able to hear his displeasure with the current situation, and a loud metallic clank ensured that this was only cemented by the evident slamming of the base of his stirrups. Despite his protests, he did indeed sweep the turret in a deft, wide motion, landing directly on his target. With a series of beeps, Sinder furrowed his brow, before clicking down on the fire buttons on his sidesticks twice in succession, a tiny jolt of the sticks between each shot.

Sure enough, Sinder had pulled something rather impressive off. The winged starfighter that was in hot pursuit had either wing shot free from its frame in quick succession, leaving the centremost (and evidently most explosive part of the ship) intact. The remaining part of the enemy chassis began to spiral, but it was more than enough notice for the pilot inside to be able to eject himself; something that Sinder seemed to notice, and acknowledge with a brief grunt. "One bogey down.". Continuing to sweep the turret for a minute or so as the ship took further off into the distance, he spoke again into the headset. "We're clear. For now. This thing'll need new paint at the very least, if you don't want it getting recognised.".

@MaXenzie