Pre-nuTL - Between a Sith and a Hard place

[Danee]

[fancybox2] Coronet City - Corellia
07:43 Local time[/fancybox2]​

[fancybox2] The sound of Coronet City waking up was one that worked perfectly as an alarm clock, Henne had never had a need to actually acquire one and instead just got out of bed whenever the noises coming from the increasingly more trafficked streets got too loud for her to be able to sleep through. This morning however, she had been woken up before the sun had even started to crest the towering buildings that made up Coronet City.

With a cup of caf in hand she couldn't help herself from dozing off momentarily, snapping back to the moment whenever her head started to tilt a bit too much forward. Dressed in a pilot's jacket and workshop pants, she figured she looked just like any other Corellian who made their way past them, though she stood out quite a bit. Her unwashed dreadlocks, patched up jacket and torn pants made her stand out like a sore thumb after having hit it with a wrench.

Taking a sip from the cup she sighed and looked over to her right and up at the Rodian who stood beside her. "So... you're one hundred percent sure... that we'll be able to take the power converters from the rear repulsors and fit 'em on your ride?" She asked and took another sip from the Caf, reaching into her jacket to fetch a small metallic bottle which she opened with her teeth and then poured some clear liquid into her drink. "You know, you should try and limit your drinking a bit, it's not good for you." The Rodian spoke and Henne rolled her eyes. "Look, you know I get too stressed out otherwise. Look at what happened to Hyer, that's because I was sober and now he's got one and a half arm." she said and sipped her blend, a smile beginning to form on her face.

"And what does that say about your drinking? Never mind, don't answer that, let's focus on the job, alright? The man who owns it doesn't even bother locking it, so, there shouldn't even be an alarm system to worry about, I'll cover you," "You mean like last time?" "No, not like last time, how could I... anyway..." the Rodian looked down at her. "Torli is waiting on the other side of the street, he's got the speeder jacks, he'll bring 'em over when we move, while you dive underneath he'll keep the speeder floating while you rip out the pieces we need and then when I give the signal, Hyer will come up with a cargo truck, we dump the lifts and jump in. Thirty minutes tops."

Henne looked up at him with a raised brow. "Alright, but if this ends up like the last time Torli had anything more important to do other than keep the speeder runn-- Isn't that the speeder?" She asked and nodded towards an obvious home-modded speeder that slowly parked outside the factory they were waiting by. "Yep, that's it. Let's go." the Rodian stretched his arms and extended one finger into the sky and the plan was in motion.

Time passed as they worked and after some curses from Henne and kicks against her shin from her Rodian partner-in-crime to keep quiet but eventually she finished unhooking the parts that had been installed after the speeder had rolled off of the production line. Pushing them out beside her she crawled out and got up from the ground. "Done." She said and looked behind the Rodian. About fifty meters down the street a group of Imperial police officers looked at them, and, they seemed to be joined by a cloaked figure, a Sith? Henne wasn't sure she wanted to know, but, she was sure that she wanted to get out of here. "For frosts sake, the law, six o' clock." One of the officers pointed towards the group as the Rodian looked towards him, causing the officers to call out to the group and move towards them.

Torli was the first one to act, drawing a blaster from his jacket and firing off two shots towards the Officers and their friend, signalling for the small gang that it was time to get the hell out of there, and fast.[/fancybox2]

 

[Nefieslab]

Castor Chume'da-Volante, newly trained Sith, was on Corellia for further training.

When you finished your work at the academy, you were a Sith. But you weren't really seen as anything important until you actually did the work, until you had gotten a taste of the 'job' as it were. The idea was that you were teamed up with other members of your graduating class and you were expected to work together to get the job done - although you were in competition with them over who got the most credit and who did the most work.

Castor was with another two Sith, Mepoore and Brivium, assigned to assist the Corellian internal forces. When the local police decided that they needed the bigger guns, they were sent in place of more police officers. They had been working this gig for several months now and it was almost time for them to be considered "fully trained and bloodied" as it were.

You were "trained" after you finished the academy but you were only "bloodied" when you had actually done the job. Soon they would be off this planet and inserted in the military properly - they had already gotten the time off for the drinking that was 'necessary' as a send off.

"What's happening today?"

Brivium, the guy, just shrugged and Mepoore, the female Sith, rolled her eyes,

"Typical last month hazing kriff - it's a small time thing."

Ah right.

In the last month of their time here, Sith were often assigned terribly simple stuff by the dispatch just to keep them busy and to give them a bit of ribbing before they were given ranks beyond this planet and were then too powerful to haze. Landing, Castor waved to the other Sith as they went off in their own directions to link up with Imperial officers. Castor met up with some himself and it was only by luck that he found the 'action' first.

He ignited his crossguard lightsaber with a flick of his wrist, deflecting the blaster bolt to the side with the same motion.

Time for the 'public service' bit.

"Lay down your arms and surrender and your case will be looked upon more favourably - resist and you will regret it."

@Danee

 

[Danee]

[fancybox2] When the Lightsaber was ignited and deflected the harmless blaster bolt into the side of a building, Henne had decided that she had to get out of there, yet, she couldn't move. It felt as if her feet was cast in permacrete and bound to the ground as she watched the crimson blade humming, the promise of an easy trial and the threat of a possible execution filling the air. Beside her, the Rodian pulled out a blaster from his jacket as well, drawing Henne's attention away from the blade and to her partner as he raised his hand and squeezed down the trigger once, twice, three times and began t oback away. Henne looked at him in shock but the sound of his blaster had broken the shackles to her feet and she turned around and bolted down the parking lot. Torli and the Rodian joined her, though instead of focusing on running and not drawing even more attention to them, they kept turning around to fire shots towards the Imperial officers and the Sith who had swatted away the first bolt as if it was nothing.

It would probably have helped them if they actually could aim and try to hit anything, but instead, their shots went wild. Going high, low and to the sides. Hitting everything from the buildings around them to the speeder they had been working on stealing the power converters from. "I THOUGHT THIS WASN'T GOING TO END UP IN A SHOOT OUT, RHEN!" Henne shouted as she jumped over the hood of a different speeder and crouched behind it, peeking her head over the hood to see Torli limping towards them, he must have been shot or had one of the blaster bolts reflected back at him.

Rhen, the Rodian came over the hood and crouched down beside Henne with a grin. "What? I thought you liked messing with Imperials." he said as he up again and fired a few more shots over at them. "Yes, I do, but when I do I prefer to have something to shoot back with!" She slammed her fist into his side. "This is your fault!" she hit him again as he sat down beside her for a brief moment. Peeking over hood again she saw that Torli had slowed down quite a bit and was now barely walking towards them. Gritting her teeth she crouched down again and extended her hand. "Well, do you have something I can shoot back with or are you planning on having your 'case be looked upon more favourably'?" she glared at him as he made his weird Rodian grin, fishing out a small blaster from his jacket again as she shook her head.

With a blaster in her hand she stood up from behind the speeder and raised it, aiming it at the Imperials and began to pull down the trigger, but at the last moment she shifted her aim, placing the shot straight into Torli's leg, causing the Twi'lek to fall down onto the ground in a cry of pain. "W-what the?! Why di—AAGH!" Another blast came from the blaster, this time aimed at Rhen's hand. "Sorry, but I'm not getting caught because of your shitty planning." Henne said, her voice holding uncertainty and regret as she turned around and ran again. She didn't feel sadness for her partners, she barely knew them anyway, they had done a few jobs together that was it, now, they were baits for her to use to escape. Running towards the opposite exit of the parking lot she spun around and took half a second to aim and pull the trigger, aiming it at the Sith with his Lightsaber before turning around to run away down the streets again. However, the commotion of several blaster shots going off hadn't gone unnoticed and the surrounding streets were desolate of people, there was nowhere she could blend in and sneak away.

Then she spotted a speeder which stood so neatly parked. Figuring that it was her only chance to gain enough ground to escape she sprinted over to it and jumped into the driver's seat and began to do what she had done for the majority of her life, disabling security systems and hot wiring speeders. [/fancybox2]


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[Nefieslab]

Castor had to admit that he hadn't expected any of them to stop shooting.

Whenever he was on one of these little missions, he would follow protocol and give them a chance to surrender and they would throw it away, somehow thinking that blaster pistols and some luck were going to serve them well against trained Imperial troopers and a Sith.

Well, he wasn't going to stop and give them any tips.

Advancing with the troopers at his back, the troopers began to lay down blaster fire while Castor blocked and parried the blasts coming their way with his lightsaber. It limited their movement but it seemed like the criminals were actually looking to stick around and try and fight them over this whole thing.

Over a speeder?

Well, far be it for him to criticise what hill they chose to die on.

As he was advancing however, one of them didn't shoot at them but rather shot one of her fellow criminals in the leg. This surprised her other friend long enough for him to take a blaster bolt to the chest and the one who had been hit in the leg? Well... he'd been hit in the leg, not much more needed to be said about that really.

Letting the troopers deal with the downed man, Castor sprinted down the alley after the woman, spotting her getting into a speeder and fiddling with something inside. Swearing, Castor threw his lightsaber, guiding it so that his blade pierced straight into the engine of the speeder, turning it from a mode of transport into a fancy-looking brick.

His lightsaber came flying back through the air to his hand with the Force.

"Surrender!"

She hadn't shot at him after all.

@Danee

 

[Danee]

[fancybox2] Henne laughed nervously to herself as she pried open the hatch beneath the steering wheel with trained precision in her fingers. She knew that the intrusion alarm would go off in thirty seconds after initial breach, a design choice by this brand as to give thieves a false sense of security. Moving her hands she found the cables that were connected to the circuit board and the on-board security system. A quick tug made short work of it just as the alarm began to cry out. Having only been active for a brief split of a second she figured no one was going to look out and see her. Fortunately for her, this particular model had its ignition primer card and manual override next to the alarm board, so, after having disabled the alarm, getting it to run was a piece of cake.

Looking over the dashboard towards the direction she was going to be heading she made a clear track out in her head as she pulled the third cable in the row that was closest to her, moved it over to the other board and... bingo! The engines hummed to life and the speeder began to shudder, however, her joy was short lived as a bright red lightsaber cut through the hood of the speeder and killed it in an instant! "AAAAH!" Before Henne could do anything other than scream in terror, the blade was pulled away just as quick as it had been inserted into the engine. However, the damage had been done, the speeder had been turned into a pile of scrap metal which wouldn't take her anywhere other than into some shitty prison on some backwater world where she'd have to sell her toenails to get food if she didn't want to work, no, that was no good at all, and that wasn't what she wanted. So, as she heard the call for her to surrender by the Sith she hurried out of the driver's seat and grabbed the blaster, which bounced from her hand and onto the street, but, a quick glance towards the Sith told her that she didn't have that much time to pick it up.

Instead, she did the fourth thing she was good at, and that was running. She sprinted off in the direction she had been planning to head and ran down the narrow path way towards the small intersection she had planned on going left in. As she turned the corner however, a Garbage truck came soaring along and the droid which clung to the back to pick up garbage cans swung out from behind and smacked into her, sending her flying back into view of the Sith who had come running after her.

For a few moments it felt like the world was spinning faster than hyper space, only to suddenly come crashing down into a full stop as her back hit the ground and she skidded two meters or so along the pavement. Her lungs burned for air, her vision was blurry and all she could hear was a loud beep. Managing to push herself up from the ground with nothing more than a handful of air she found herself without any sense of balance and ended up looking like she had been drinking for two days straight, collapsing onto a different speeder and throwing up what little breakfast she had had. Holding onto the hood of the now very smelly speeder hood, she raised her right arm. "I-I give u-up! N-nice hit..." she coughed a bit and felt as if she was going ot throw up again, but, no, not this time. Instead, she just collapsed onto the pavement once more. "Do.... do I have... vomit on me?" she asked no one in particular, though one thing was for sure, she had blood running down her forehead.[/fancybox2]

@Nefieslab

 

[Nefieslab]

With his lightsaber back in hand, Castor was actually rather surprised that the woman hadn't tried to shoot at him like her friends had done. Seemed she was either not as violently minded as they were or that she was aware that shooting at an Imperial ran the risk of getting her killed, while merely attempting to jack a speeder and running away was a jail time level of offence.

And who said criminals weren't smart, eh?

And then the Force itself seemed to conspire against her and she was around the corner for only the briefest of moments before she was hit pretty damn hard and vomiting all over the place.

He could have done without the vomit but she looked rather nice and subdued for capture at least.

As he approached, Castor extinguished his lightsaber and clipped it to his side as he grabbed a pair of handcuffs instead. All the while, he had the Force ready to respond to him. He tossed the handcuffs to her feet,

"Lock one wrist in and then hold them both out where I can see them."

He wasn't taking any chances.

"We can get you cleaned up and check over back at the lock up."

@Danee

 

[Danee]

[fancybox2] Managing to turn herself around so she rested her back against the speeder she had just thrown up upon she looked towards the dark figure moving towards her, looking a whole lot more like a dark angel than a Sith, though that was probably the concussion mixed with the alcohol she had added to her morning coffee a while earlier which made it look like that. She raised a heavy hand up to her lips and wiped it clean, she could see blood against her darker skin and she just leaned her head back, bumping it into the speeder and sighed.

As the sizzling of the lightsaber was cutoff she thought that perhaps she had died there and was released from this mortal coil, however that wasn't the case as she felt something hit her feet. Leaning her head forward she saw the cuffs laying on her legs and shook her head, reaching for them and cuffing her left hand into it and held out both arms. "Last time I was in cuffs I got a dinner first." she said and moved her uncuffed hand to pat her pockets, looking to where she had landed moments earlier she saw her pocket flask laying there, all bent and leaking. "I know this is a high request from a lowlife criminal like myself, but, would you mind not cuffing my right hand? I fell a few days ago and it hasn't stopped hurting fully yet. I think it might be splained." she asked and looked up at the sith with a tilt of her head which sent her head spinning and got her to close her eyes.

"I may need help up..." she placed her right hand in her lap and held it so that her palm was upwards, showing that she wasn't reaching for anything that could potentially turn the situation a whole lot more dangerous than it had to be. She kept her left hand extended however, the cuffs around her wrist swaying slowly as it hadn't been linked together with anything else.[/fancybox2]


@Nefieslab

 

[Nefieslab]

By the Force this woman was a bit of a mess wasn't she? He was closer now so he could smell the alcohol that she had on her breath from where he was stood. In the end, looking down at her, he decided that she was unlikely to be any kind of a threat. Instead of treating her like one, he decided to treat her like any of the other drunks he had captured. She had tried to steal something but, technically, she had failed to actually steal anything after all.

Two very different levels of crime in his book.

"Alright - you can keep the right hand free for now but don't make me regret that." he told her with a stern warning before shaking his head, "But I wasn't born yesterday so I'm not helping you up."

Instead, he took a step back out of grabbing range as he used the Force to help her up to her feet,

"What's your name? Come on, for the report. This isn't the first time you've been arrested, I can tell."

@Danee

 

[Danee]

[fancybox2] As she kept her left hand extended she looked up at him as he got closer to her, hoping that he'd pull her up from the ground, but, that was a request that was denied. Fair enough, she at least got to keep her right hand free. She brought the other hand down to her wrist and rubbed it gently as she listened to him while he backed away from her. As if she was pulled up with the help of a magical crane and soft pillows she was moved from the harsh pavement. "Ooh that's trippy." she commented as she was placed on her feet. Smiling she chuckled and moved her right hand up to where a dull, throbbing ache radiated from on her head, touching it and wincing a little as it stung momentarily followed by an increase in the throbbing.

Looking up at him she shrugged. "A few times, though this has been the easiest one." she said with a smirk. "Henne Trea and before you ak, no my parents do not know what I am doing, because I don't know where they are." She sighed and held out her arm with the cuff hanging from it. "Are you taking me to the station, straight to jail or the juvenile correctional facility? Out of the three, I'd prefer if we skipped the last one, the food sucks there, and that comes from a street rat." She said and chuckled. Moving a few of her dreadlocks out of the way of her face with her right hand she looked at him with a tilt of her head. "What's your name? I'm sure we'll do this plenty more times in the future." Henne asked, "I like knowing who arrests me, I'm working on creating a list."[/fancybox2]

 

[Nefieslab]

Trippy?

The Force was trippy?

Oh by the gods, this woman really was drunk wasn't she? The Force was not 'trippy'... but he supposed arguing that with someone of her calibre would be a waste of his time considering she obviously couldn't feel the Force except when it was being used against her directly so she was obviously not Force sensitive. He raised an eyebrow when she mentioned that this was the easiest arrest she had been through.

"If you act out then you will likely not survive the trip to the station." he informed her bluntly, "So yes - we are, in fact, going to the station. From there you will be processed and sent through to prison once you have been processed."

There would be a trial in there somewhere but it would be quick. Trials on this planet were, more often than not, literally just a judge signing their name on a datapad before slogging through a multitude of the same thing for a few hours before knocking off early to play a few rounds of golf.

He looked down at her with a frown.

"You won't be seeing me again - you'll be is prison." he commented bluntly before gesturing for her to start moving back towards the Imperial speeder, keeping her in sight as he did so, "But my name is Castor."

Not like it would matter - he was shipping out soon.

@Danee

 

[Danee]

[fancybox2] Henne looked up at him as he warned her about acting out, she knew she was knees deep in shit, which while she was somewhat used to that, she had learned the hard way that you don't jump while you're up to your knees in shit, lest you hit something on the bottom and slip and end up beneath the surface, which in this case, would be death. But even if you didn't slip, you'd have shit all over your face from the splash, which would probably be a high security prison in this case. She tilted her head as he frowned at her, causing her to raise her brow, she shrugged on the comment where she would be. She had been imprisoned before and she had gotten out. Besides, she got to see some old friends of hers once again and she'd get to sleep on an actual bed, so, that wasn't too bad either.

As he gestured towards the Imperial Speeder he and his Imperial associates had arrived in, she presumed, she tilted her head and grinned. "You know, Rastor, I have the sirens of one of those speeders where I sleep, it makes a rather nice party light." She spoke as she was ushered towards her ride towards the station and then prison. "Have you ever been to a party, Lastor? They are great, there's drinks, spice, food and amazing music." She rambled. "I bet you Sith aren't even allowed to look at fun parties, like, all your parties are probably just 'Uhh, yeeees I do looove me soome wiiine.' Hah." She chuckled and shook her head, she had hit the head straight on the nail with that one. As the chuckle died out she looked around to see if she could see her old partners she had abandoned in such a fashion so that she could escape. She saw neither of them looking towards her, though behind the speeder she and Rhen had hid behind she saw two Imperial Officers standing next to a black sack, presumably containing the dark blue rodian. Oh well. She shrugged to herself and looked towards the speeder she was headed towards.

"Did the Twi'lek survive? I thought I saw him limping before I shot him in the leg." She spoke, the cheery tone from her voice had been replaced with a somber one as if she regretted her choice shooting her partners for survival, which had ended up with her captured either way, meaning that if both of them had lost their lives, there would be no one to seek revenge for shooting them in the first place. So, for her, having two out of two gone, that'd just be all the better.[/fancybox2]

 

[Nefieslab]

Guiding her towards the speeder, Castor was about ready to get their woman to the station so that he could clock out and get back in time for some sleep. He had had the night shift directly before this and was now running overtime so he was pretty damn sure that his bed would be the best thing ever right about now. But he still had a job to do and he would see it done, even if he did just want to head on off for sleep now.

"Castor." he corrected her instinctively, used to people, mostly aliens, pronouncing his name wrong, "I'm afraid you're asking the wrong Sith - I don't waste my time on the social aspects of being a Sith. Parties happen, as do a lot of other things, and that's fine. For me? I'm usually rather busy."

Busy?

Well, that was a far nicer than admitting that the real reason he didn't go to Sith parties was because he distrusted every other Sith he worked with. It was hard not to considering it was almost encouraged that you attempt to kill those doing better than you in any regard and his dedication to duty had resulted in skill that others coveted.

"The twi'lek?" He frowned before asking over his com line about the Twi'lek, "The twi'lek fled and got hit by an air speeder coming into land while attempting to evade capture crossing a busy street. He died on impact."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Looks like he made more of a mess than you did."

What could he say? That tickled him.

@Danee

 

[Danee]

[fancybox2] As they got closer and closer to the Imperial speeder she looked up at him when he addressed her question regarding the Twi'lek, it seemed he didn't know what had happened to him either, though it had kind of made sense as he had been chasing her. But as he got his response and relayed it to her she let out a bursting. "Hah!" followed by a laughter which seemed to clash with the somber tone she had inquired about the Twi'lek with. She shook her head. "Man, I wish I could'a seen that. He wasn't that good of a partner, talked waaay too much and way too quick on the trigger. Both of them." She said and rolled her head a bit as they got closer to the speeder.

When they finally arrived she looked at the officers surrounding the speeder and seemed to just do whatever it was that Imperial officers did while they waited for their superiors to return from whatever they had done. "Gooood morning, Ladies." She said and stopped by the speeder and looked over at Castor. "So, Lastor, here we are, how about you get me a wee drink first before we head off ot the station? Hmm? I don't think I'll mentally survive the first few days without something to keep me going, you know." She cooed and grinned at him.

"Or was it Pastor?" she asked and tilted her head slightly, by now, she was sure that most of the Imperial officers had either ruled her off as insane, drunk, on drugs or perhaps even all three at once. Though she had heard that someone said that sanity was never the same, and she hadn't done any spice this morning. So, she was probably just drunk, but that droid on the Garbage truck had gotten a good swing in and she could still feel the lingering effects of the smash she had received, probably a concussion along with the fact tha she had had little sleep and had been drinking on an empty stomach.

"Anyway, Cash, let's roll, I've got a judge to convince that I'm innocent."[/fancybox2]

 

[Nefieslab]

Well at least she had the sense to keep her sense of humour about her situation - her allies were both dead and she was being carted off to the station for a quick trial and then prison. If she managed to laugh about it now, she might survive on the inside but he doubted it.

She would be running tricks for the other inmates inside of the first week.

"I pity the street cleaners."

Someone always got the short stick.

"It's Castor." He declared firmly as he used the force to slap the other cuff in place, linking her wrists together as he pushed her into the backseat of the speeder, "And you don't seem to realise that you're under arrest, not going to a hotel and spa resort. So I'm going to leave you in the back of this speeder, they're going to drive you to the station and you're going to be processed."

He grabbed hold of her throat with the Force, enough for her to feel it but not choke her.

"You sass them? They will beat you. You talk too much? They will beat you. If you so much as breathe in a way they find to be irritating? They will beat you." He clarified for her, "Now... are you going to behave? The judge won't care what condition you arrive in so long as it's classed as alive."

@Danee

 

[Danee]

[fancybox2] As the Cuffs were slapped onto her other hand she shook it and grimaced a bit, looking up at him as he had betrayed the one request she had had, she squinted her eyes at him as he forced her into the backseat of the speeder and told her what was going to happen. She had heard that speech before, well, not that exact same speech, but, variations of it.

Finding herself in her new seat she looked up at him as something tightened around her throat, okay, that was new. She raised her hands and tried to pry whatever it was that clung to it off of her so that she could breathe freely once more, however, that wasn't happening, as she couldn't find anything to latch onto. When he ended his sentence with a rather obvious threat, she nodded her head, she had heard the message loud and clear. "Yh-yeah! C-clear as d-day, Mister." She managed to wheeze out. When the door was shut in her face she looked forward into the speeder, looking between the two officers that sat behind a thick pane of glass which kept her separated from them and them from her, with the exception of small holes so they could talk back to whoever it was that was in the back seat.

The engines hummed to life again and she felt the acceleration kick in as the speeder began to hover away from the crime scene towards the closest station where she would be processed and then sent of to a prison fitting her crimes. Or, that's how it was supposed to go down.

Fifteen minutes later the secure comm-link which was used by security forces all over Corellia let out a small beep on Castor's comm-link.

"This is Private Tyuin... uhm... Sir, " The Private coughed twice before speaking up again, "I uh... the suspect... the girl, she got away." The private coughed again "I have a name!" A familiar voice filled the comm just as a single blaster shot filled the line. "Oh and Castro, is that you? I guess we'll be seeing each other real soon again, was fun, but, I think we should see other people, later toots."[/fancybox2]

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