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Jingle's finger was itching to pull the trigger. Sights dialed in.
Sand, which blew across the empty plains separating wide mesas and bluffs, kicked up by gusts of wind as it traveled became stuck in her lightly dyed hair as she looked out over the horizon while laying prone. Sun causing a great glare in her eyes as she looked straight ahead. It would not be much longer that she would have to bear such things. Off in the distance she could already hear sounds which could only mean one thing. Movement on the tracks.
Repositioning the rifle slightly further to the right, she gazed through it's scope at the approaching mass of machinery suspended off the ground by a single electro-rail, holding the nearly kilometer-long series of box cars just a few centimeters off the track by some invisible force of physics Jingle couldn't even begin to comprehend.
What she did know was that within those box cars being propelled by two engines, one front, one rear, was a hefty sum of blackmarket goods. Goods that, if all went well, would soon be in new hands. Better hands in Jingle's opinion. There would always be narcotics dealers and those that supplied criminals with guns, so why not undercut the poor bastards on price and make some quick and easy money selling the two things that shaped life out here in the Outer Rim?
Unfortunately, to take on something this large on one's own was to deal with the devil.
That's why Jingle had hired the help of a demon with a crew of the damned.
"Hired" was more of a generic term. Jingle wasn't entirely sure who was working for who anymore, she just hoped that she got her cut when all was said and done. Pirates could not be trusted. It was in their nature to take all that they could get and give nothing back. She'd have to be extra careful while on the job, and even more cautious once the goods were in their hands.
The Dathomirian witch had made quite a name for herself out in back country worlds. Rumor had it that she'd single-handedly taken out crews of fifty or more with nothing but her black magic. Perhaps that's why Jingle had sought out her band of brigadiers out of all the hunters and brigands she could have worked in to her scheme. The rumors couldn't all be true of course, but one thing was certain, they had a reputation for getting the job done, and left no survivors to tell the tale. That was good enough for Jingle, who could not risk being on the receiving end of the warlords wrath once he found out someone had relieved him of the small fortune which was traveling towards Jingle at this very moment.
As the train crossed the open expanse on it's lonely track through the mesas, Jingle followed it with the blue cross-hairs within the sights, licking her lips in anticipation of what was to come. She loved a bit of adventure, even if it meant risking her life. Always made her feel more alive.
Just a littlee bit longer. She thought to herself, waiting for the train to come within a decent range. Her ears now picking of the scraping sound of it's poorly maintained engines and joints as it rounded a bend. Sights centered on one of the cooling tanks which resided on either side of the locomotive's driving engine, she took a deep breath. The train was still more than four hundred meters off, but she couldn't take the suspense any longer, releasing the breath slowly and easing on to the trigger, she squeezed.
The blaster bolt hit it's intended target, rupturing the tank in a high pressure outburst in the form of steam, obscuring the view of half the engine in the white cloud. In theory, slowing it down enough for Jingle to catch up to it on the speedercraft which she had concealed the day previous on top of the mesa which she had just taken the shot from.
On the pirate's end, this was the opportunity to swoop in from above and take all they wanted. Jingle would cut power to the other engine and finish off the one she had damaged earlier, while the witch could kill everyone inside and begin loading her ship. Jingle would come up once the train was stopped, take all that she could carry on her speeder, and lickity split out of there before any of the warlord's forces arrived to find out why their train hadn't arrived at the station.
That was...the theory.
Jingle sped across the planes on her speeder, kicking up dust in her wake. She was nearing the end of the train now, as she looked ahead, far up the rows of connected box cars, she could see that the Dathomirian had made a safe landing. Jingle had placed a lot of trust in that pirate not to double cross her, she really hoped she could trust her gut feelings on this one...
@Mad Dog