Quick Cash(open)

[Ru the Boatswain]

Need some cash. Man do I need some cash, I gotta cravin' for blood and money. I know where to get some too.

He slinked his was down the street, like a less than sober man would. But, this man hadn't been touched glass that day and he was feeling an itch. But there was no money to scratch it with, no bars would let him pay them back, he was terrible with debt. He still owed a few places some bucks.

He shook slightly as he pulled a poorly rolled cigarette out of his picket. Catching his shoulder on a lamp post he lit it and kept on, a little more calm and a little more sure of himself. "Hey baby you're a sweet young thing, still tied to Mommy's apron strings. Oh, I love this place." He sang lightly to himself as he checked his pistol and knife. They were there, and so was a snub in his boot.

 

[Jiang Winters]

[I'm assuming this is on Coruscant, so I'll join with Samanya.]

"Well, the Outlander Club was a bust." Samanya murmured, running one of her hands through the blond hair topping her furry head as she padded down one of the countless thousands of streets that created the vast and intricate maze that was the city-world of Coruscant. She was lucky she had quit drinking when she had; any more alcohol, and her judgment would probably have been badly impaired.

As it was, the strong drink was slightly messing with her motor skills, and she noted that she was feeling more brazen than she had been before her short visit to the Outlander club, which ended with a fight that ultimately cost her the jacket she had been wearing, which someone stole while she was pummeling one of the rowdy spacers populating the nightclub.

Thus, she was clothed in little more than her typical snug-fitting short sleeved bodysuit and a pair of cargo pants. Hardly what she would have chosen to wear in this particular sector of the world. Especially since she was unfamiliar with the local area, and really had no idea what she was getting herself into. Her only comforts were the handgun sitting in a holster on her right hip, and the combat vibroblade tucked into a sheath at the back of her belt, though she had no idea how effective she'd be in a fight with the weapons, considering her slightly intoxicated state.

After walking for a fair time, the cathar woman came to a halt and planted her hands on her hips as she looked around. "Great." She thought to herself, a scowl forming on her lips. "First I get into a barfight, then I found myself under the influence, and now I'm lost. This day just keeps getting better and better."

However, luck was on her side - or at least it seemed to be, for the moment - as she spotted a man not too far away, leaning upon one of the lampposts dotting the street. "Hey, you!" She called out, as she turned to him and started walking to the man. "I don't mean to intrude, but somehow I've managed to get myself lost. Can you tell me how to reach the nearest air-taxi station?"

 

[Ru the Boatswain]

Huri turned on his post and faced the Cathar. "Keep on walkin' you'll find a taxi on down the way." He exhaled smoke at the woman. Quite rudely, but he had none of the appearances of a sober man.

He had plans for this one, blaster, vibro-weapon. A good catch, he just needed her to turn her back. He slumped down on the post, trying successfully to imitate the actions inebriated person. From his slumped state he would be able to grab his blaster once the woman was far enough away to get a safe shot.

 

[Jiang Winters]

Samanya waved her hand in front of her muzzle once to fan away the stench of the cheap cigarra smoke. "Thanks." She replied with a hint of annoyance in her voice, as she stared intently at the man for a moment with those sapphire-blue eyes. Even in her slightly inebriated state, she could sense that something wasn't right. But she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

However, cat-like curiosity, combined with a penchant for stating the obvious and helped along by a couple shots of brandy, ended up making the Cathar woman stay put for the moment as she planted her hands on her hips and slightly cocked her head as she examined the man who, to her, appeared to clearly be drunk.

"Not to sound rude, but how many drinks have you had?" She asked bluntly, quirking one eyebrow e'er so slightly at the man as she awaited an answer.

 

[Ru the Boatswain]

"All of them." He responded, his voice barely allowing the words to be audible. He cackled slightly and then smiled sheepishly. "Why? You up for somethin'?"

 

[Jiang Winters]

"Right, just another drunk. Albeit, not a terribly bad-looking drunk." Samanya thought with an inward chuckle, before the young woman somewhat shamelessly flirted back, "Depends on what that something is, Mr...?"

 

[Ru the Boatswain]

"I'm Ruu," He let his name drag on for too long and tried to buy time. He really wasn't into Cathars and all he wanted was some credits and crap. He tried to think of a way to get her to leave. "You know lady, not tonight, I'll just stay here for a bit." He mumbled on and forced a burp somewhere in there. Obviously it was time for her to shove off.

 

[Jiang Winters]

Samanya slightly raised one eyebrow again. Something really was off with this fellow. First he flirts, then he kind of... What was the word... Retracts? She didn't know, but whatever it was, she didn't like it. However, she really couldn't do the safe thing and simply shoot him in the kneecap or something, just in case he was up to no good, as it was entirely possible he was just so hammered that he flirted with anything with a pair of breasts, and could only figure out what exactly he was hitting on until after a few moments had passed.

Still, she had a feeling it wasn't the latter. But again, same problem. She couldn't quite justify shooting him, or even delivering a swift kick to his groin. So, she went with the only option available. "Right. Well try not to drink anymore than you already have, Ruu." She replied with a wink, before starting to backpedal in the same direction she had come from, putting several meters between herself and the man before she turned around and reached down to her pistol, wrapping her fingers around its grip as she broke into a light jog, heading down the street away from him.

 

[Ru the Boatswain]

Paranoid piece of shit. No good, it had a gun. Too difficult, he'd have to wait for her to calm down. Easily enough, the way she was going was not to any station, but down a residential area. There were no side streets, just locked doors and windows, and shallow rooftops... Lots of sallow rooftops, at least for Cruscant they were. He continued on, but there was about ten meters of clear rooftop to each side for miles.

Once she was out of sight he found his was to a metal sliding door, there he pulled it open, it was loud, but not loud enough to cut through the noise of the planet. Inside was a list that swiftly delivered him to a roof, the stories above. Now to find her. He grabbed and checked his pistol, all was good to go. Swiftly he began his hunt.

There she was, as he peeked over the roof for another glance at the street. All alone, everyone else was in their snug little beds. But wait, there were others. Others held similar intentions as he, but they lacked the skill. There were four of them, all with chains and guns. They neared the Cathar and called out, oh, what fun it would be to watch.

 

[Jiang Winters]

At first, Samanya thought things were going fairly well. She made it a good distance into the residential district without trouble - looked like most everyone was in bed or off partying. However, 'most everyone' didn't seem to cover the neighborhood punks. Ahead of her, she spotted four individuals, each armed with chains and pistols.

"Kriff! I swear to the gods, I'm never leaving the safehouse without my Capo again." She muttered to herself, as they called out to her, causing the cathar to instantly freeze and then start to backpedal, before dashing to the other side of the street and glancing over her shoulder as she doubled-back and headed out the way she had come in. The thugs started approaching her - not good.

There was no doubt to the intention of these men, and she wasn't about to be robbed, raped, and then shot and thrown into the undercity. Not without a hell of a fight first. Sam drew her pistol, laid the sights on the chest of the leader of the four, and fired as she backpedaled, sending a hail of five high-velocity slugs screaming through the night air with accuracy that was mediocre at best. It would be pure luck if even one round found its mark. She threw herself to the side of the street a moment later, taking cover in a doorway for the inevitable return fire.

What she didn't know is that in her frantic cover-taking, she had managed to place herself on the same side of the street that Ru had been stalking her from. Lucky her... Unless he jumped onto her or shot her from above the next time she moved.

 

[Ru the Boatswain]

OOC: you may wish to revise that. Running and gunning is a proven way to miss every shot.

 

[Jiang Winters]

OOC: IMO, a decently trained/experienced shooter can backpedal and fire with enough accuracy to hit a man-sized target at around twenty yards distance. Eh, no worries though, it's not a big deal. Edited accordingly.]

 

[Ru the Boatswain]

What luck, he could have them kill her and then, he could take the remains. Or, in the case with most street punks, they die and he would finish the woman off with a few choice shots.

In the mean time, the punks quickly returned fire wile spreading out and taking cover behind speeders and other cover. Their fire, although not that of a professional, was not inexperienced. Huri gauged that they'd probably killed a few people, but that they were not as skilled as military, maybe on the level of a police officers skill. In any event he expected it to be close enough for comfort. He kept a watch on the girl and the thugs, no one would know what hit them.

 

[Jiang Winters]

Samanya loosed off a volley of fire in retaliation as soon as there was a lull in the gunfire of the thugs. Her burst was aimed at a man hiding behind a speeder, though the intent was more to suppress him than to kill. She dropped the now-empty magazine out of her pistol and slapped in a fresh mag and charged the weapon's bolt, then turned and pumped four rounds into the locking mechanism of the cheap plasteel door behind her before kicking it in, ripping apart the ruined locks and rending the metal near the handle as the door swung inwards and slammed into the wall with a violent crash.

With the door to the apartment open, she ducked inside and forced the damaged door shut again, using a primitive chain-lock that hadn't been engaged to luck it. It would hold off her attackers for a little while, at least.

She ran down the hall away from the door, dust and debris covering the floor of the decrepit housing unit flying away from her boots as she searched for a way out, or at least someplace she could hide. If nothing else, the darkness inside the seemingly abandoned structure gave her an edge, as her night vision was more acute than that of the thugs chasing her.

 

[Darth Nyne]

Blasterfire outside was what prompted him from his room to the shallow stairway. Shortly after his arrival he witnessed the flung open and a Cathar woman speeding past him. Intrigue, not much xenophobia here in the undercity made it interesting that a species that was typically much stronger than humans warranted an attack at this hour.

It wasn't long after that the door was hammered in by, what he could only assume was, her attackers. He'd decided to make a show of it, down the stairs in his best drunken walk, he stammered into the running punks.

"Sithspit," he cursed aloud "you've gone'n scuffed me boots!"

He pushed back off of the front member, as the crowd shoved by he produced a blaster pistol from his waist line, leveling off and training two well placed shots into the back of the last two in the group. Figuring that would level the playing field for the Cathar more, he moved out the front door to see if there was anything valuable left in the street.

 

[Ru the Boatswain]

OOC: You just confused me... So much. You attacked local street punks, whom you could assume live in that area, instead of the foreigner in the fight? And how did you shoot them in the back?

 

[Darth Nyne]

OOC: Lucius is an offworlder, just renting a room, no real ties to the area, and the back shot came after they rushed by him to go after the cathar

 

[Ru the Boatswain]

OOC: Ok then... Just doesn't make sense to me why you wouldn't shoot at the cathar too.

"Shit... in the building." Now he's have to wait for her to exit out of the door before he could take a shot, even then he's probably have to wait for her guard to be down. At any rate he couldn't expect her to have much ammo on her, she probably had maybe two or three clips on her. Much more would be senseless to have on ones self for just a night out. On that he reasoned she had wasted one already and that she'd used some from another clip. Of course, it only took one bullet to kill a man.

 

[Jiang Winters]

Samanya concealed herself in the housing unit's kitchen, hiding behind the kitchen island as she heard the door get kicked in. She was just checking her ammo - she had 3 shots left in her current clip, one round in the chamber, and another clip in reserve for a total of twelve shots - when she heard two blaster shots ring out from the entrance of the domicile, followed by the muffled screams of two different individuals.

Maybe she'd gotten lucky and that stranger - wasn't his name Ruu? - she had bumped into had come along and jumped into the fray. Or maybe it was some grumpy old man in the neighborhood who couldn't stand the sounds of the fighting and decided to pick off a couple of the thugs. Either way, it sounded like she had two less problems to deal with.

She hurriedly swapped out the half-empty magazine for the full one, giving her nine rounds in the weapon and three in the part-empty clip, and then clicked the mostly-empty magazine into place in the mag pouch built into her holster. She drew her vibroblade, figuring she could throw it if she had to, and prepared to face the thugs. She could hear their bootsteps, coming down the hall and into the kitchen. They were close.

Samanya peeked out around the island, sticking her head out just barely enough to glimpse around the flimsy plasteel structure with one of her sapphire blue eyes, which was widened so much from a mix of adrenaline and adaption to the darkness that it appeared nearly all black at first glimpse.

She could see the punks, or at least, she could see the first one coming along. The hall was the only way into the kitchen - she had checked for ways to escape the room already - so she didn't have to worry about being flanked. So, she brought her pistol around the corner, laid the sights over the man's heart, and squeezed the trigger twice, discharging a pair of high-velocity 8x24MM rounds at the human. She didn't wait to see what would happen; the muzzle flash might have given away her position had the second thug seen it, and so she ducked back into the cover of the kitchen island.

 

[Darth Nyne]

There he stood, alone in the street, blaster pistol still in hand, as his eyes traveled along the thoroughfare in front of the apartment building. He wouldn't find much here, didn't seem there were any kills actually made in the street. There was the minorly damaged speeder, he stepped towards it running a hand over the pock marks where someone had shot it, shrugged slightly as he dropped his hand.

"Too hard to fence" he remarked quietly to himself.

He supposed maybe the two he'd took shots at had something worth taking, and turned back towards the door to the complex. Then there was a feeling, a lingering impression that something wasn't quite right, for a long moment he stood still, listening for anything that seemed out of the ordinary.