Open Starlight Mynocks!

[Syr Bors]

Open to Jedi

The pirate ship docked at Starlight Beacon under the guise of being a supply ship. Its codes were correct, if a little old, its shape was correct, if a bit worn down. Everything was mostly correct, if slightly a bit off. The pilot sounded a bit exasperated and rushed and out of breath, like he was in a hurry. The ship docked, and people lined up to retrieve the supplies of exotic food and spices.

As if to add to the situation being off, the vessel refused to open up. Further communications with the ship resulted in dead silence. What was weirder, is its power was now completely drained.

No sooner had the ship been pried open, the dozen red-skinned Mynocks burst out like bats out of Hell. The staff were unready for such a situation, and while they tried to contain the room, it was too late. 11 of the 12 of the electro-parasitic Mynocks had gotten loose into the station. To add worse to the situation, the pirate's written manifesto declared that if his toll wasn't paid, the detonators rigged to the Mynocks would go off. Due to the pirates poor lack of foresight, he had died when his oxygen gave out from the mynock's work.

"I got one of thy vermin!!" Bors declared as he pulled the wall panel off. The red mynock screeched as it flapped and flailed at the sudden predetor. Before Bors could grab the thing, it darted and fell to the floor, scampering beneath the Pango's legs.

Bors reached forward and down for the thing, but it was too quick. Worse, Bors lost his balance and fell forward

"Curses, it escaped me! It must be influenced by the dark side!" Bors declared while laying on his back.

Bors hoped no one shot it and accidentally set off one of the detonators

 

[Victor-Ryder]

Ryder felt a strange atmosphere as he landed the A-WING on the dock. He expected someone to come to him, but no one came, so the young Jedi advanced through the station. As he progressed, things got weirder. As he crossed one of the hallways, he finally heard a noise in the distance and ran in that direction. When opening the door, he had to be very quick and stepped on the wings of a mynock that was sliding across the floor.
-Are you going somewhere ugly? With his foot firmly on the creature, the padawan looked at the guy on the ground. -Are you okay there, friend? He looked back at the creature at his feet. -Can you tell me what the hell is going on here?

 

[Syr Bors]

"I believe so!" Bors exclaimed as he pulled himself up. The wookie-sized Pango waddled over and placed a heavy foot on the struggling mynock's flailing body to allow the newcomer some freedom, nearly crushing the vermin to death.

"I bid thanks for that, my fellow. Here, allow me to do that for you" Bors commented. He slowly got into a kneeling position to help secure the mynock and begin his work as he began to explain himself.

"It seems some ignoble corsair sought our fortunes by planting bombs on our friend here" Bors began to work his large claws around what looked like several wires near the Mynocks neck. Its struggling and flailing was making it very difficult for the large clumsy being to get a sure grip. "Pity he did not know that a Jedi is capable of...oops..."

In a few motions, Bors had grabbed the thing he thought was a wire and pulled. The wire however was deeply rooted in the Mynock's neck and brain, and by ripping it, Bors inadvertently tore off the entire head. Viscera and blood began to spill out from the now two separate pieces, as well as the small clump of detonation packs.

"Ah, tis be the curse of great power!" the Pango chortled, standing up. He paused a moment as the comm in his ear began to buzz with communication.

"I see. Come friend! Two more spotted in the cafeteria. Apparently they are proving troublesome and slippery. But perhaps our combined might will make quick work of them!"

Without waiting for a response of refusal or questioning, Bors left the mess of Mynock on the floor and began to waddle down the halls.

@Victor Ryder

 

[Victor-Ryder]

The padawan watched the other get up. A pango, Victor had heard of them, but this was the first one he had seen in person. A truly impressive sight, he thought, the guy was unrealistically large.

"I bid thanks for that, my fellow. Here, allow me to do that for you" The creature struggling at his feet was almost escaping, so Victor was relieved when the other took charge of the situation.

-"It seems that some ignoble privateer sought our luck by planting bombs on our friend here" -Bombs? Oh shit, and I had my foot on this thing. He watched the big man working, until the animal's visors began to come off carelessly. Fortunately the bomb was defused and there was no explosion. Victor turned away. -Aaah! Besides being ugly, this thing stinks! The hand went to his nose.

"Ah, this is the curse..." The pango laughed and Victor immediately liked him, he was a good-natured and friendly guy.

When the big guy walked away, Victor followed. I still didn't fully understand what was happening, but I was sure that the best way to deal with it was alongside the pango.

He quickened his steps to keep up with his new friend. -I'll be happy to help in any way I can... By the way, I'm Victor Ryder... Jedi Padawan.

@Narzen

 

[Syr Bors]

"Ah, Ryder of the Jedi!" Bors repeated the name, committing it to memory. "Victor Ryder, Victory Ryder... a good name! Destined to ride over the darkness I assume!"

Bors laughed again and slapped his chest , much like a father would laugh at his own dad joke.

"I am Syr Bors, aspiring crusader for the light! Padawan like you, but I am sure soon enough we will both be riding into our destinies!"

The two came to the cafeteria doors. Two men stood guard, but due to the situation, their weapons were more of a hazard then an advantage. Anything energy based, even blasters set to stun, would risk setting off the explosives rigged inside the Mynocks. All they could do was seal off the room until help arrived.

"Let us through and vanquish these vermin!" Bors declared. The guards nodded and allowed the jedi through, sealing the doors behind them.

The cafeteria was a mess. Tables and chairs overturned, Food splattered everywhere, lights broken from the beasts sucking out the energy. It was going to take a while to clean the large room. One of the beasts was flapping and flying around the room wildly, seeking any kind of exit from the enclosure, or another food source of exposed wires or batteries. The other was in the remains of a food trolley/fridge, eagerly getting at the power source.

"You get first pickings Ryder!" Bors gestured onwards.

@Victor Ryder

 

[Victor-Ryder]

Victor walked hurriedly alongside his new friend. Bors spoke a little strangely and Ryder tried to understand, but without much success. Still, he laughed along with Pango, simply because the big guy's laugh was contagious. -Sorry for my sincerity Bors, but I have to say: You are a very strange guy, my friend. He laughed for no reason this time, just out of sympathy for the other guy.

The pair got past the guards and came across the mess in the cafeteria and the two mynocks. "You get first picks Ryder!" Victor moved closer to what was on the ground. -I'll take this one. Anything I need to know so I don't end up blowing myself up here? The young Morelian carefully approached the creature and when he was at a suitable distance, he stopped. He looked around, took a deep breath and jumped forward, stretching his hands out to try and grab the mynock.

@Narzen

 

[Syr Bors]

Bors shrugged at the question. "Your knowledge on bombs and vermin is probably better than mine. Just don't set off the explosives."

With that, Bors began to give chase towards the one flying in the room.

The Mynock sensed the approach of the Jedi. As he began to reach out, the Mynock thrashed violently like any cornered wild animal. In its wild movements, it began to send a spray of goopy, sticky honey-wine in all directions, especially towards its attacker. Following this, the thing flailed towards the attacker. It sensed the powered devices on it. The EZPhone and pods, and more noticeably, its lightsaber. This refrigerator was drained. This attacker radiated power somewhere on its being, and perhaps its teeth rimmed mouth sucker could find the power this being carried.

"Get back here!" Bors shouted as he tried to catch the flying beast, only for it to dodge his grasp. The thing was much too small, and Bors was much too big and slow to catch it conventionally. Bors grumbled and grabbed the first thing he could find.

D20 roll to throw something to hit the Mynock.
Result: 7

The chair flew through the air and landed with a splat, clipping the mynock's left wing. The thing went down and began to flail wildly like its brother. It was no longer airborne, but unfortunately for Bors, the thing was angry now. Screeching and roaring, the thing began to whip its tail about itself, trying to keep the large Pango away.

"Hey hey hey! Easy now! Just cause i killed one of you does not mean I will do it again!" Bors yelled at it.

@Victor Ryder *Feel free to either roll for whatever you try to do to the mynock, or not. This thread is aimed to be a bit more humorous than anything.

 

[Victor-Ryder]

-Oh shit! Victor was soaked in honey-wine . He wiped his face with his hands the way he could. -Every second I start to like these little guys even less. He wasn't really angry, in fact the whole situation was comical, if it weren't for the risk of the mynocks exploding, Victor would even be having fun.

The mynock thrashed around and escaped, Victor jumped on him again and again missed his target, which passed under his arms. At that time it was the creature's turn to attack. The mynock jumped towards the jedi, who fortunately was fast enough to catch him, but with momentum fell on his back to the ground with the animal thrashing and trying to advance towards the young man who struggled to keep his grip. -You ugly, I don't kiss on the first date! Victor managed to rotate his body and place himself on top of the creature.

-Who's on top of the situation now, little monster?! Victor smiled and set to work defusing the bomb. The circuit was not very complex and was easily disarmed, although the agitation of the mynock hindered a little. Victor threw the creature into the fridge, which was empty and out of power, and locked it inside. -A little time cooling your head inside will be good for you, ugly.

The padawan turned around and saw that the pango was having as much trouble as he was, except that it was much cleaner. He watched Bors and the creature staring at each other, gave a small kick to the fridge where the mynock had locked him. -What do you say, ugly?! Do I bet on the shorty? Victor prepared to help if necessary, but before that he had fun with the clash between the dwarf and the big guy.

@Narzen

 

[Syr Bors]

The mynock before Bors screeched and raved on the ground as it tried to convince its attacker to leave it alone. Bors, on the other hand, was smirking to himself.

"Calm yourself vile beast! Or know my might!"

Unsurprisingly, the mynock did not react to Bors command and instead screeched in defiance.

"Curses! I had hoped that perhaps I was gifted enough in the Force to convince it to stand down. A pity!"

Raising his arms up while crouching, Bors began to approach the thing. The scales on the backsides of his arms helped protect his face from the thing's whiplike tail, though its lashing at his lower legs did sting slightly. Still, Bors was used to a little amount of pain, and didn't slow down in the slightest.

"Gotcha!" Bors exclaimed as he got within reach of the Mynock.

Or...so he thought he had the thing.

The Mynock screeched as it launched itself at the attacker. Unexpecting such a animalistic riposte, Bors was unready for the thing to land directly on his face and latch onto him.

"AAAAH!" Bors screamed as he stood up and stumbled blindly as the thing continued to gnaw and suck at his face. Tables and chairs were slammed away as the giant Pango began to panic. He almost fell backwards, had not his oversized tail stopped him from doing so.

Working on pure instinct, Bors eventually reached up and grabbed the thing by its wings and pulled.

The Mynock went limp as Bors tore the thing in half.

"Blech!" Bors commented as the things head fell off, showing off several small puncture and sucker marks on his face. It took a moment of looking at the body parts in both hands to realize what he had done.

"Oops..." Bors commented, dropping the body. The two parts fell with a squish to the ground. "well, they can't all come peacefully I guess..."

A glance towards Victor, and Bors' smile returned. "Ah! I see you do better than me! Have you gotten the bomb deactivated yet?"

@Victor-Ryder

 

[Victor-Ryder]

Victor was amused by the situation, the pango was big and clumsy and was taking a mynock ball. When the creature stuck to the big guy's face, Victor grimaced. -Woooo! It's going to leave marks.

Victor watched the "fight" and in the end could see Bors come out as the winner. The mynock got the worst of it and ended up in pieces, luckily by some miracle the bomb didn't explode.

The padawan looked at the refrigerator where the live mynock was. -I think we can say you're the lucky one in the family, ugly?

"Ah! I see you do better than me! Have you gotten the bomb deactivated yet?"

- Safely disabled. I was lucky... He stopped and looked at the honey-wine dirty clothes. -Although not that much. He concluded by dusting the dirt off the clothes with his hand.

The red-haired young man looked around and stared at the mess. -I hope this place will still be whole when we're done.

@Narzen

 

[Syr Bors]

"Excellent!" Bors exclaimed while throwing the Mynock pieces aside and wiping his face. "And do not worry! I'm sure this dining hall will be functioning shortly eno-"

Bors stopped as the com device in his ear began to blare. Raising a large claw, Bors pressed his ear and began to listen.

"Oh ho ho!" Bors laughed loudly, though this time there was a tone of concern. "That is not good at all. Roger, we are on our way!"

Bors looked at the smaller Jedi, a curious look in his eyes. "You have your blade, yes? It seems we will be needing them today after all. Come!"

Bors broke into the fastest waddle he could conjure. The doors from the cafeteria opened up, and after telling the guards that the torn apart mynock was ready for dewiring, as well as the mynock trapped by Victor, continued on.

"It seems one of the mynocks got into the security system in Sector 2, and the security droids have gone haywire...pun not intended." Bors explained. "Anyways, I guess the Mynock somehow activated a security protocal? I don't know, I don't speak technology as well as I should. Anyways, Forces are doing their best to put down the droids, but its a lot of ground to cover."

As if to emphasize his point, blaster fire could be heard up ahead. Around the next corner , the two would find a wounded security guard trying to fight off three droids. The blaster wound in the man's leg did not look good for him.

@Victor Ryder

 

[Victor-Ryder]

The young Morelian followed the pango, following its steps.

"You have your blade, yes? It seems we will be needing them today after all. Come!"

-It's here. The young man's hand rested instinctively on the saber strapped to his waist. -But I didn't think the little monsters had annoyed you that much. He laughed at his own bad joke.

Victor continued to follow his friend's side as he listened to what he was saying.

-Well, if you're as good at combat as you were with the mynocks, I feel sorry for those droids... He remembered the shattered mynocks. -In a few minutes we will have pieces of scrap metal scattered all over the station.

The pair heard the gunshot and rushed to the scene, where they were met by the droids and the guard.

The pair heard the gunshot and rushed to the scene, where they were met by the droids and the guard.

-We need to help him. The Padawan put his hand to his saber. The droids hadn't seen them yet, the Jedi. -Your mission, your plan... You lead and I follow.

@Narzen

 

[Syr Bors]

Bors actually looked shocked at being given the choice to lead. His eyes went from the fellow padawan to the gunfire, back to the padawan, and then to his belt.

"I, uh, well I..." Bors stammered at first, then straightened himself. "I am the biggest, so I will cover us. You grab the man and pull him to safety, then help me take the clankers down."

With that, Bors retried the large handle from his side. The thing was as large and heavy as rock, made to fit the large Pango's hands. In any other's hands, the thing was a useless weapon.

Hopefully, in Bor's hands, it was a tool of defense.

Taking a deep breath, Bors came around the corner, activating the blade. The hissing of plasma erupting from the handle. The burning sound of air. The glow of yellow light everywhere.

"Have at ye!"

D20 Roll: 17

The droids turned their attention from the wounded man to the Giant Pango. Their shots began to rang out repeatedly. For Bors, a deep trained instinct instilled from the countless hours of training kicked in. True, he was no master of the blade, and couldn't redirect the shots back at the droids, but he could block them, becoming shield for the others behind him as he took steady step after steady step forward.

@Victor-Ryder