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- Jul 10, 2015
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Solus was starting to think she was cursed. It seemed like no matter where she went these days it was inevitable that some sort of large attack from the sky would follow. And it always happened at the places she least expected it. Naboo, calm tranquil, little world far away. Go there to rob a bank, and what happens? The Freaking Imperium shows up with an invasion fleet. Go to Rishi to finally actually visit that place your father had built, and what happens? Gunships start appearing, strafing the buildings, and everything.
Solus had gone to the Paradise because, well the stresses of the whole intergalactic conflict thing were kinda a lot to take. Everyone needed a break now and then, and she'd missed the opening of the Resort. Jack had asked her to come, and she'd said she would, but she hadn't kept her word in that case. She'd been more than a little busy, and now that she'd actually come to the place, Jack was gone. She'd been hoping that she could find out some information on what had happened to him, it being his resort and all, in between sipping Alderaan Sunsets on the beach. But the sudden explosions, screams of panic, and little bits of shrapnel raining down from the sky.
The first sign that something had gone wrong had been some talk about some place on Nar Shaddaa called the Melrava Complex going dark. The next sign had been when the security had started to tighten up a little, and act a little more on alert. The final sign had been when the anti-air laser cannon on top of one of the buildings had started to fire.
The gun was little more than a smoking wreck on top of the building now, and the security team was probably dead for the most part. The air was filled with Charkarr's and Aethersprite's strafing the buildings, fending off anyone who approached by air, and in the case of the former landing to deposit half dozen groups of mercenaries every now and again. The lobby area had smoke rising out of it, and the rail system that ran through it was broken, with the rails twisted downward, charred black, and snapped. The casino building had it the worst probably, several gunships were still pouring fire into it, and occasionally an Aethersprite would dive down from a higher up position, and rake it with laser fire.
The office complex was more intact, save for the AA gun, but also more heavily surrounded by the mercenaries the Charkarr's had dropped off. The hotel, and the gladiatorial arena were likewise relatively untouched, it seemed as though the majority of the efforts so far were aimed at the lobby, and the casino. No doubt attempt to prevent guests from leaving, and reducing any defenses that would stop a robbery to rubble. This wasn't some highly trained team of thieves with a witty, smart talking, leader. This was an army of mercs who'd descended on Paradise to destroy it. The mercenaries were armed, and armored like those that had assaulted the Melrava complex, with Rivet Armor and VL-9 blasters, but that was more than enough for most of the guests, and between the air support, and the surprise with which they'd descended on the Casino, they didn't' really need anything more fancy than that.
Solus was really started to wish these things would stop happening when she was around. Fortunately she wasn't in the main complex of the facility, but out by one of the bungalows that had been built on the bay. It wasn't a place she really wanted to be staying either, the bungalows being made of wood, and having kriff all for actual protection. But at least it was bit further from where the fighting was going which gave her time to think. There had to be something she could actually use to get out of this mess, after all. Searching the tiny bungalow, she didn't see much however, unless she just wanted to get drunk and pass.
What she really wanted right now was a gun. Not another dart gun, but an honest to the kriffing Force blaster.
Unfortunately she'd assumed that this was a vacation spot, and not a warzone.