Spice Is Bad, M'Kay?

[Asher Nezza]

Their ship had touched down on the Hutt controlled world of Kwenn a few hours prior without much of an issue. Planets in Hutt space had frequent comers and goers so unless you were trying to draw attention to yourself maneuvering throughout them usually wasn't much of a hassle.

The sun was beginning to set as Asher and his friend Grug made their way into one of the darker and seedier parts of Kwenn's capital's inner city. If Mos Eisley was a hive of scum and villainy, this place had to have come in a close second. Neon signs lined the red light district promising anything from drugs to slaves to... other stuff Asher found too gross to think about.

The two had gotten intel on the location of a rather large spice lab operation in one of the abandoned warehouses in the industrial park deep in the bad part of town. Their task was to make the place nonoperational, the particular methods in doing so were left up to the two Jedi.

"How you think we should take this place out?" Asher asked with a raised eyebrow towards Grug. "There's usually enough nasty chemicals stocked in spice labs to send the whole place sky high, but I'd rather not be anywhere near it when it goes up."

Asher would follow the senior Jedi's lead.. despite him being in essence a giant pigman. Not that Asher had much room to talk.

@Cazar

 

[Grug]

Grug liked to partner with new Jedi whenever he could. Meeting new friends was always fun and let him get to see a wider Jedi Order. The Jedi were a hodgepodge of different races, cultures, and types of people. Every encounter tended to be something new and they likely could say the same of Grug. The Gamorrean Jedi had recently been declined the role of Master for himself, but kept pushing for the Jedi themselves. His mind wandered often to what he was missing to be one of the teachers and leaders of the order. More Jedi meant more chances to figure it out.

"Am probably can blow up, maybe collapse building better." He thought out loud as they moved to their target. "Can smash support. Make building fall. Smash lab."

A large, stone building ahead marked their target. A few thugs guarded it around the perimeter and more were likely inside. Grug called to the force for guidance and strength as he considered the task at hand. The force was his greatest tool and he knew he could tear out some of the building alone, but he would need support to make sure the guards didn't stop him. It would be safe for everyone involved, unless they refused to leave the lab.

 

[Asher Nezza]

"Works for me," Asher said with an affirmative nod. He appreciated the fact that Grug's mind went first to simply toppling the structure and not killing all of the gang members inside. It wasn't like Asher had a soft spot for criminals or anything, he could easily admit to himself that the people inhabiting the lab were probably less than reputable folks.

Still though, given the option Asher liked to believe even the most hardcore and vicious criminal could turn back to the side of good. Perhaps all they needed was a little push in the right direction... like their entire spice op being destroyed by an overgrown pig and his monkey friend.

As they approached the large building, Asher too spotted the guards standing and patrolling slowly around its perimeter. Given the fact that Asher didn't look or dress like your typical Jedi, his brain came up with a plausible idea of how to perhaps get the majority of the gangsters out of the warehouse with little to no issue. Maybe. Possibly. Hopefully.

"Stay here and do what you need to do to draw in the force to topple the building. I'mma go.. improvise a little bit and see if I can get them to leave without any issues. Probably won't work - but you never know. I'll give you a signal if I think I need back up." Pausing for a second, Asher raised his eyebrow in contemplation; his tail swishing idly behind him like a pendulum. "The code word will be tippy-toe." It was the first thing Asher could come up with that he would never say in a normal conversation. "Stay frosty big guy, here goes nothin'."

Casually approaching the guards outside, Asher waved at them jovially and introduced himself as an inspector hired by the Cartel. "Listen fellas," he said, his face turning faux-grave. "Our tests show that this place is pretty deadly to be inside right now. You should get everyone out so we can reverse the fans and air the place out. Won't take much more than a day."

It wasn't Asher's best lie.. and apparently the thugs weren't too convinced. Both the men Asher was talking to raised their rifles towards him, Asher noticing their fingers were on the triggers and the safteys were clearly off.

Drawing the force into himself, Asher spoke only one thing aloud.

"TIPPY-TOE!!"

@Cazar

 

[Grug]

Grug was sitting on a rock nearby, slightly out of view. The Gamorrean Jedi was bringing the force to him into a giant wave that he could use to topple the support of this building. He had not really gathered much at all before he could hear his partner speaking loudly to some guards. It should be simple enough to make them leave before they topple the whole thing. He doubted there would even be a need for backup. In fact, Grug already forgot the safe word before the other Jedi left. When Asher said it out loud, Grug did think it seemed a bit odd but it did not hit him for a moment.

"So loud," he grunted to himself when the code word was basically shouted at him. "Oh. Right."

The Gamorrean Jedi waddled around the corner to see two guards holding rifles to the monkey man. It seemed the attempt at deceit had gone poorly. Classic young knights trying to be sneaky instead of direct. Grug clenched both of his fists which instantly crushed the rifles before the guards had decided to fire. They were going to question the other Jedi further when Grug showed up. They seemed shocked at the act of their weapons becoming useless scrap but it didn't last long before Grug slammed their heads together and knocked them out. They'd survive, most likely, but not be moving for a good bit now.

"That fast. Maybe Grug become Diplomat instead." He teased the other before looking down to the sleeping guards. "Want try again or Grug smash anyway?"

@Relent

 

[Asher Nezza]

A small sigh/laugh of relief was all Asher could manage at the sudden salvation from an inevitable death that Grug had given him. Clearly he had a lot to work on when it came to being a convincing liar, although Asher wasn't quite sure that was a negative. Honesty was something that was very important to him so he never did get a lot of practice when it came to subterfuge.

"May as well just bring it down big fella," Asher said with a shrug. "Anyone with half a brain will come streaming out of the place when it begins to shake and crumble. They likely won't even notice us, but if they do I'll keep them off your back while you focus on your business."

Asher had no real intentions of killing anyone, which is why he would be using his trusty vibrostaff to dispatch any hooligans who would try to interrupt Grug. He would only use his lightsaber as a last resort and would still do his best to maim instead of kill.

Reading himself and letting the force flow through him, Asher prepared for whatever may come next.

@Cazar

 

[Grug]

The force began to swell within Grug as he focused on the building once more. It became clear that there were six pillars holding the ugly thing upright. One for each corner and two on each side in the center for support. Grug would wrap the force around them one by one as he focused on the building. His butt cheeks clenched together hard as he put all his concentration into this attack. Sweat dripped down his body and even into his butt crack which was clenched so tightly. None of that mattered though as he wrapped his tendrils of the force around the last pillar of support. All it would take now was one swift motion.

"Grug suggest leave building..." He grunted quietly, somehow amplifying his voice into the building itself through his connection already being focused onto it.

After a few moments he couldn't hold it anymore. Grug ripped both hands outwards which sent pillars rocketing out of their positions in various directions. The building would begin to crumble under its own weight. With the release of pressure, Grug let out a gnarly fart that would smell up the area around him as well. So much focus and clenching really worked that up. Now it was up to Asher to handle the first few who came running out if they attacked. Otherwise the pair could make their leave soon.

@Relent

 

[Tage Mak]

It had been some time since Tage had seen action. Some people went as far as spreading rumors that he had retired. In reality, the bounty hunter was now more inspired than ever by the open war declared on the Hutts. However, to his surprise, it was more of those damn saber wielders doing shit for the Republic than the GAR. Tage wasn’t surprised, always equating the Republic to be useless shits that could never do anything for themselves.

He had been sent over to survey a spice lab on the planet Kwenn. He hated busywork like this and he promptly left the building to go score himself some black market spice. The one he was guarding was off limits. He was fully clad in armor and with his PIPE handy as well. He didn’t take chances and loved his little grenade launcher. Tage was in the process of preparing to snort some spice when he heard the rumble of a building collapsing.

Cursing to himself, he quickly made his way over, having only been a few meters away from it. He was about ten meters away from the two Jedi when he skidded to a stop. The damage was already done, there was no stopping that, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t accost the kriffers as they tried to make an exit. He whipped out his thunderslug, keeping the vibrosword off for now. He didn’t act yet, glancing over to nod at his partner in crime to prepare to engage.

@Clayton

 

[Asher Nezza]

Asher watched as Grug did his Grug-like things and brought down the building with a tumble and a flash of flatulence. All things considered, Asher hoped to the heavens that he never, ever had to smell something so heinous for the remainder of his life.

With their goal achieved, Asher figured it would probably be a bad idea to just linger around. Spotting an alleyway near their location, maybe five meters away or so, Asher started subtly yet swiftly moving to its direction. Even tubby Grug would be able to dip out and get lost through the back alleys, hopefully meeting back up with Asher somewhere safer.

 

[Grug]

Grug watched the building tumble due to his efforts. A man came running out of the door but he wouldn't be too keen to keep focus on the Jedi with a wall about to crumble onto him which would surely be fatal if he didn't move. Stopping to aim at the Jedi would be foolish if he didn't change his mind quickly. Grug and the other Jedi were already getting ready to leave once the building fell so they didn't need to pay much attention to the man either way.

The force pulled through Grug as he ran assisted by force speed. He would go through alleys and vanish way before anyone could catch him. His weapons would start to slide out just in case but he'd likely not need them today.

 

[The Wook]

The Wook had been in the process of scratching his balls (more tricky than you'd think in wookiee guard armor) when a rumble sounded. He looked over at the building and stopped what he was doing. Rumbling was not good. That typically suggested things were about to go tits-up real quick. He'd followed Tage because, well, splitting up was generally a bad idea. They were on a war footing right now and an attack could come at any minute. It seemed that such an attack happened while they'd gone and buggered off in search of spice for Tage. The Wook rolled his eyes. Of course an attack had to happen.

He, like Tage, war carrying a thunderslug (one of his very favorite weapons) in addition to his usual gear and some frag grenades nestled in their leather pouches out of sight. He brought out his lightsaber in his right hand and ignited it because why the kriff not? He drew his thunderslug into his left hand as a simian-like creature that was uglier than the nastiest gamorrean stripper ass in the diviest establishment bolted out of a doorway. "Huuguughghg aarrragghuuhw..." he was left wondering.

 

[Tage Mak]

It was a good thing Tage wasn’t in the building, or it really would have caused some issues. From his vantage point, he could clearly see two Jedi attempting to make an escape. Thankfully, they were both 100% focused on darting into the alleys instead of paying attention to the arrival of himself and his ally. With them both clearly in his view, he simply shrugged and fired off three shots into the back of the gammorean as he ran, not quick enough to target the other one. With his focus entirely on making a speedy getaway, his back was wide open for attack. Tage also followed up by tossing a frag grenade up further ahead of the running Gammorrean, set to detonate towards where he would be running.

He activated his jump boots to easily get closer to the Jedi, highly amused at the attempt to run. He knew the Wook would be able to intercept anything he attempted. With luck, he’d be able to catch up to the other Jedi as well.

 

[Grug]

Grug had made his escape into the alleyway as soon as the building started to fall. Using the force to speed himself away from enemies and destruction, he was quickly out of range of the pulse pistol doing heavy damage to him if it were to hit at all. His focus had been on making sure he got away from the incoming hostiles and out of this scene before anyone got hurt on either side. The Gamorrean would reach the alleyway as the first shot hit him, causing a wince of pain but luckily it would only be light damage to his left shoulder blade. The rest of the shots would strike the wall of the alleyway after he vanished into it. This alleyway would be well out of sight for the enemies who were quickly being left behind.

"Booms?" Grug grunted to himself as he sensed the dangerous object incoming.

It was little more than a flick of his wrist as he continued down the alleyway to return to sender, roughly. He wasn't trying to kill anyone just send it back away from himself. He just hoped it slowed them down, but killing in defense was fine. If the foe was using jet boots to try to catch up after firing and throwing grenades, he'd still find himself quite behind the Gamorrean using force speed to escape and would probably be slowed by the explosive coming as well. Grug would nurse the minor wound later, but this should be an easy escape. The Wookiee would be nowhere near able to see him by the time he could react and the human would be busy with his own grenade. Asher seemed to escape without being bothered at least. Mission accomplished, all these folks could do now was try to annoy Grug as he escaped.

 

[Asher Nezza]

Most of Asher's attention had been focused on making his escape, the sudden sound of gunshots came as quite the surprise to him. Taking the split second to turn his head just enough to see behind him, he could see the man in jump boots and his furry friend a little behind.

It was time to get the kriff out of dodge, it seems.

Using the force, Asher focused it into his own body and moved with as much grace and speed his body would allow him - and given his natural physiology it was a lot. Spotting a drain pipe, Asher leapt at it and climbed with the same speed as someone would be able to sprint.

He would be on top of a building and out of sight very quickly. Asher had no intention of engaging the shooting guy or his buddy. He would keep running and jumping from rooftop to rooftop until he was sure he wasn't being followed.

Asher hoped Grug would be alright.

 

[Marcella Wren]

The plan was get some fuel, some drinks for the go, and then blast back to Mandalore. Most people would try to get shut eye on their journey through hyperspace, Marcella however, enjoyed drinking, it kept her from delving into existential questioning about her purpose and changes in her life. The Mandalorian sighed in the displeasure of even thinking about it. She waited for the approval to land, circling overhead and ultimately she decided she no longer gave two flying kriffs and landed the ship.

Recklessly, she took out cable lines and not bothering who would be underneath her as she brought her ship down, parking illegally in the street and blocking the end of an alleyway. Grabbing her helmet and pulled it overhead, she fully expected some sass from the locals. Marcella exited her ship with confidence, the kind that seemed to demand the attention of those around and to tell everyone she was a Mando. Though the armor would probably give it away immediately, there seemed to be a pride and power that graced her presence.

The warrior was right about the sass from locals as she heard the yelling, but as she pulled out her blaster and they seemed to scatter rather quickly. However, their distress was not what she was interested in, instead, she was fixated on the Gamorrean (@Cazar) running straight towards her at an unusually fast speed for a pig.

"Is this what being sober is like?" she grimaced, blaster ready for any trouble.

 

[Barry Weathers]

Barry Weathers was just another guy who had been hired out as protection for the spice warehouse. The Basadi is always looking or gigs for them credits, and the credits have lead him here to Kwenn. Sure he isn't a top-rate earner like the Wook or Champio himself, but every job woud help him get noticed. The Cartel-Republic War was declared. Cartel locations are under attack, as is Republic ones as well. Strangely enough Senators have been announced as dead as a result of the war. War is hell some might say, but for the former Judicial Forces trooper, it's a sport and means of entertainment.

Guard duty on Kwenn grew dull, nothing went past his side of the perimeter he was guarding decided to head back in, unaware that the Jedi slipped in another way. The Cartel Enforcer was walking back to get something to drink real quick, he had his pulse-wave rifle slung over his right shoulder while holding his helmet with his other hand.

As he was getting close, the building suddenly collapsed. "Holy shit" Barry exclaimed to himself. If decided to go in a few moments sooner he might have went down with it. Yikes. Oh well. He rushed forward with haste where he would be hearing blaster shots as he would put his helmet on with haste. He probably won't be getting paid because the building went down, but at least it's not his fault. He would then come to where Tage and the Wook are/were. He can see Tage in pursuit of someone or something going down the alley. Barry would have his Marauder Pulse-wave rifle leveled as he would approach the mouth (although not going inside yet, and not within blast radius of any grenades). With a fresh powerpack for all his weapons, in his normal set of armor, and a Tri-Barrel Blaster (along with 2x spare power packs) taking place of his normal sidearm. He would also have his other standard equipment. He's locked and loaded to bring it to the culprits behind this.

@Clayton @Sreeya

 

[The Wook]

As The Wook was thinking of gamorrean asses, one appeared after the simian creature. Speak of the devil...It was hauling ass, quite literally, as Grug seemed to be trying to make a speedy getaway. The sight was almost comical as the large, bulky frame hustled faster than a person on the street might expect. But that was the nature of the force. The Wook reached out with the force and, as Tage leveled out his third shot, The Wook quickly wrapped the force around Grug's fat legs to trip him up. Faceplanting into the ground at force-assisted speed would be quite nasty. He approached with a little more caution than Tage (who he trailed, keeping a line of sight on Grug), senses ablaze, fully aware that the simian creature was quite possibly an enemy and currently out of sight. More people were showing up now, and he did not like this one bit.

 

[Tage Mak]

Tage often forgot how useful the Force could be. He watched as the Gamorrean began to round the corner to duck out of sight, right in time with Wook's attempt to trip him. Having no knowledge this attack was coming, it was unlikely he'd be able to avoid the trip. Tage didn't wait around for the outcome of this attack, landing short of where he intended as his grenade flew back and exploded closer than intended. This ensured he wasn't close enough to Grug, but he faced down the alley and had the Gammorrean in his line of sight.

He didn’t waste any time before firing two more shots into the Jedi’s torso. He glanced up to see others arriving on the scene, all with their guns drawn. He silently wondered if they were all here to help kill the Jedi. By now, Tage was facing the alley with the Jedi, the alley being wide enough for others to stand by him and attack. He made no other moves other than firing his gun, knowing full well Jedi were usually quick to act even when seemingly out of a fight.

 

[Grug]

While the Wookiee might have wished to see Grug face plant at high speeds, he would not be getting his wish. Grug was a powerful Jedi that wasn't so easily knocked down. He had begun to trip and felt the force long before it actually took action. The Gamorrean's reactions were supreme and he was not remotely tired yet. As the grenade was exploding behind him safely and he was starting to fall over, he powered himself forward with a combination of moves. A blast of force would exit his rear end as he fell forwards, taking gas strong enough to stun a human with it. This would rip towards Tage in a wide cone strong enough to send him backwards but not kill him. Grug's hands met the ground before his face would get near it to help guide his now butt propelled body down the alleyway. The Wook would lose line of sight essentially instantly while Tage would have to be blocked by the explosion and the incoming wave of gas. If Tage still fired his weapon after all that, he'd be leaving himself open to total hit by this attack. Grug falling and propelling would throw off the aim enough that it would take a miracle for the shots to hit or even hurt the Gamorrean anyways. For them both to be safely out of grenade range with the explosion between them, the weapon would not do heavy damage due to distance of the shots.

"Excuse Grug," he grunted to himself as he let it all out, not realizing the fate of Tage behind him as the gas would mix with the explosion to create a wave of fire rather than just gas.

Once Grug was done farting a second or two later he would maintain his propelled speed to turn a corner and use the wall as a buffer between him and all the newcomers. No one would be in sight of Grug as he rocketed on all fours towards obscurity. The speed and unpredictable nature of his movements would make counter shots by these late comers extremely unlikely.

 

[Asher Nezza]

Asher had arrived to the designated meeting point without incident. He had been waiting around for a little bit now at this point and was beginning to grow concerned, although he knew to turn back and see if Grug was alright was probably only signing his own death warrant.

Asher believed in Grug and his ability to take care of himself, the pigman had up until this point managed to survive in a harsh galaxy so Asher had no reason to believe he wouldn't survive this time.

Checking the chrono Asher kept in his pocket, he let out a worried sigh and shrugged his shoulders. At this point he had decided there was no more reason to stick around. Finding the first shuttle off world, Asher spent what little credits he carried and took off towards somewhere less hostile.

/exit thread

 

[Marcella Wren]

It seemed like there was some other trouble going on as the swine looked as though he tripped over his own two feet. He was a disgusting creature and Marcella thought perhaps he was diseased, or maybe someone's dinner, she didn't know, she didn't care as he didn't seem to take notice of the Mandalorian woman.

Blaster already drawn, the other individual on him had his blaster out (@Tage Mak), aiming to fire just about the time the Gamorrean ripped one as an explosive spout of air and energy that emerged from his rear as it propelled him at her. Though before he would be able to move another foot, Marcella would begin to unload her blaster, squeezing the trigger almost on instinct as blaster bolt after blaster bolt would torch the Gamorrean Jedi if he was unable to act quickly.

With taking no attention to the Mandalorian warrior and not preparing himself for any attack from her, the Jedi Knight would be at the mercy of the warrior. She would empty the clip into him, and with haste, she would pull another clip and reload, firing another round of three more shots just in case.

"Arhgg! I don't like being sober!" she growled and looked up at the others who had been chasing down the Gamorrean.