Pre-TL: Raid on Mos Espa!

[Minuteman75]

Mos Espa, Tatooine

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Inside an open cockpit of an old model starfighter sat a Mon Calamari. She was fast asleep while still in her orange flight suit. It had been quite the busy time for Chant Sindhu. A week’s worth of constant patrols and escorts across this dust ball of a world had left the mercenary exhausted to say the least. Chant breathed softly as she slept until a red colored astromech sited from behind beeped.

Moaning Chant slowly opened her round eyes. Seeing that it was still night she murmured curses in her native tongue. Looking up from behind the pilot asked in a drowsy tone.

“What is it Neesy?”

The droid chirped and click her answer, causing Chant to sigh. “We been over this. I’m not getting a room at some pisshole. They’ve charge us extra for just being outsiders.” Neesy retorted back in binary while the pilot rubbed her forehead in frustration and yelled. “You watch your language there girl, my answer is still no!”

There was a moment of awkward silence between the two before Chant shook her head.

“Look Neesy I know ya want me to get better rest. Yet the truth is I can’t risk you and our fighter from being scrapped for parts. Especially by those thieving Jawas that hang around here.”

Neesy acknowledged in an apoplectic tone, knowing her organic comrade did care. Smiling in understanding the blue Mon Calamari added.

“We’re going to be okay little sister. Our next destination is Cloud City after one more job here I promise.”

That statement was followed by Neesy chirping excitedly causing Chant to chuckle in mild amusement. Her metal companion always loved that place when they travel there.

@Bran

 

[Bran]

Bonechilling winds of the Tatooine night swept through the alleyways of Mos Espa, unrelenting. Somehow they had even managed to seep through the cracks of the sandstone buildings built to regulate the extreme temperatures of the planet. One such breath of wind crept its way into the small, dingy room in which a snowy-haired woman slept... Or tried to sleep.

RYSSA lay under a thin layer of blanket, staring at the sandstone ceiling. She had spent countless hours in this position, contemplating why she was even there, stuck in the position she was in. It had been a few days since she had arrived on this wasteland of a desert world yet it was only supposed to be a lay-over point for a transport she had embarked. Turns out the pilot of said transport was wanted by nearly every ugly hutt in this sandbox and so her only way off had 'mysteriously disappeared'. The worst part was that his price for transport was much lower than anyone elses and was all she could afford. Any credits she had left over were spent to sleep in this rat hole.

The wind sent a shiver throughout Ryssa's body causing her to sit up sharply with arms crossed. She rubbed her hands together vigorously and used them to rub her face. She let out a drawn-out sigh, how am I supposed to get out this mess, she thought to herself. Ryssa pulled away the blanket and climbed out her bed. "Not like I'm going to sleep anyway, might as well get some air." She whispered under her breath. She retrieved her cloak that hung in the corner of the room alongside her vibrosword and belt on which a blaster pistol was holstered. While Ryssa knew little of the dealings on planets such as Tatooine, the one thing she knew for certain was to never go anywhere unequipped. After clipping the latch of her belt and making sure everything was fitted correctly, she pulled up her hood and made her way silently out of the decrepit building and onto the streets.

Besides the soft blowing of wind and the light rattling of sand hitting the walls of nearby buildings, things were quiet. She hadn't expected much at this time of night however for a spaceport, it was too quiet. As Ryssa walked, she attempted to clear her mind with slow breathing and calm thoughts yet she couldn't seem to shake an uneasy feeling that gripped her insides.

@Minuteman75

 

[Minuteman75]

Out of the midnight sky, from the north came several armed freighters, flank on two sides by a dozen starfighters. The group maintain their approach in the sky before diving toward the spaceport down. Breaking off the fighters whose wings were each painted with a Kaleesh Skull went in first for the attack.

Only the few individuals and animals outside heard or spotted the starcraft before the latter opened fire. Explosions ignited, tearing speeders and smashing homes within seconds. All hell broke loose as people screamed and ran out from the streets or took cover behind whatever shelter there can be found. The fighters like vultures circle around, picking out targets of their choice to spread terror. Fires started to rage in the port alongside chaos.

Inside the hanger bay eastern section of the city Chant was trying to get close to her eyes when the attack. The sheer volume of the explosions shook up the blue Mon Calamari and the astromech squealed in alarm. Wide eyed Chant exclaimed.

“What the fark?”

Soon out from the opening in the center of the bay she spotted a speeder wagon get blazed into nothing. We’re under attack! She realized immediately. Meanwhile the transports descended throughout the port. Once the ramps opened, pirates armed with blasters and blades poured.

Shouting battle cries they swarm into the dust filled streets.

@Bran