Ask Coruscant When Opportuity Strikes

[Elias Vlast]

It had been several days since the attack on the Sector Ranger headquarters in Coruscant. They were in disarray and the local security forces didn't seem to be in a much better shape. He was done fighting for scraps in the Outer Rim. While Coruscant was certainly not lacking in its criminals, the rewards were much higher here. There may never be another opportunity to gain a foothold and carve out his little piece of the planet. To do that, he needed money which was the objective for today.

Further down the block set a jewelry store ripe for the picking. He had brought a couple of people with him, but kept the crew small. They would have to deal with the security droids inside but everything went according to plan, they would be in and out before the CSF could mount any response, and that was even if they had the man power to respond at all. El was not the only opportunist and there were crimes happening all over the sector.

He leaned back against the wall, doing one more sweep of the ground. He inhaled deeply on the cigarette before dropping it to the ground and stomping it out.

Spoiler: OOC Note

Open to anyone wanting to tag along on the robbery or oppose it. Just looking for a fun story.

 

[Beebo Grems]

A hasty initiation into the rangers post-explosion had meant very little training before being handed a badge and pistol. Beebo went from chef to ranger overnight, quite literally. Most of what they wanted the rookie to do was patrol and just give the appearance of law enforcement while scrambling efforts were made by the more experienced to recover. The Ortolan Ranger was nervous about all the crime spiking on Coruscant through the week and if the rangers would ever catch up.

Beebo had decided to patrol through the same set of shops on as the incoming crew of scoundrels had targeted. He had no idea that it would be a target but he was on edge due to all of the crime spikes. Fresh meat on the streets usually had a partner but no one was officially assigned to the Ortolan Ranger as his range-use-only pistol and rifle might pop their cherries. His armor was still fresh and free of repairs or any scuffs. He held his stun baton with the finger hovering along the activator nervously. It hung at his side but he was ready to turn it on and slap anyone that got too close.

It's okay Beebo. You're a Ranger. No one bests a Sector Ranger. They won't even bother you! His inner voice spoke to himself trying to calm himself down as he felt so alone on the streets.

In one of his pockets, the Ortolan chef ranger had a few snacks as well. He had cooked up some power bars for his first nights out on patrol so he would not need to stop somewhere. Plus, it was important to always have a snack to keep energy up. The concoction of caffeine, grains, berries, sugar, and nuts was a punch to the gut that probably wouldn't help the anxiety he felt. Of the five he packed, only two were left after the first hour on the street.

@Raydo

 

[Elias Vlast]

Scanning the street, and seeing nothing out of line, he gave the signal and started walking towards the front door of the jewelry store, pulling a hood down and looking down to conceal the mask he was wearing. The three other thugs also approached the store from different directions.


El stepped inside the first, looking up at the woman who was standing by a display counter. She was shocked still for a moment and then decided she wanted to run. The last thug stepped inside and El pulled out his blaster, already set to stun. It wasn't that he had didn't mind killing, but murder would bring too much heat on him even now. It was always better to keep it clean if possible. He shot once and thought the shot landed as the woman disappeared behind the counter.

"Start emptying that counter." he told of the thugs. "You two check the back and see if there is anyone else working." he said quietly. He peaked out the display window to see if they had gathered any attention.

The alarms suddenly sounded. He looked up the see the woman who he thought had been taken out stumbled to the back. "Kriff.." he muttered. He tried to think through the loud noise. Two of the thugs bolted out the door and run. "Kriff..." he mouthed again.

"Grab what you can." he said to the other thug as he moved to one of the display counters. Maybe they could salvage something out of this shitshow.

 

[Beebo Grems]

As if a spit in the face of his internal thought, a nearby alarm started to go off. Beebo glanced back towards the nearby shop to see a couple of people running away from it. Civilians scared or guilty parties fleeing? The Ortolan wasn't confident enough to make that choice and wouldn't the more important thing be to check on that alarm? Yeah. No use chasing someone who looks like a thug.. he would be out numbered. That's how he told himself the story at least. The old chef stood in his spot for a moment as the alarm continued. No one had shut it down in a second to show it was a mistake.

"Looks like a job for a ranger." He said drily to just himself, gripping that stun baton harder than ever.

For the brief moments between alert and action, Beebo considered pretending not to be a ranger and to slink away quietly. His hands were shaking and he was scared to be out here alone. Duty and protection were easy to preach about but drawing a weapon to jump into the fray was something else. Someone was cooking up some real trouble here and he was the only law enforcement anywhere around it seemed.

A shaking hand clipped the baton back to its spot on the belt as an even shakier hand drew the blaster pistol. One foot in front of the order came slowly at first. Those beady black eyes squinted ahead hoping for a sign of all clear but all it saw was people hiding and the continued flash of an alarm. The first response of Beebo's career would be something more than paperwork it seemed.

"N-no w-worry," he basically whispered in a hoarse tone as he walked up to a scared civilian pointed into the shop. "A R-ranger is here."

Somehow this did not calm her. The woman fled away from the scene and seemed more afraid than beforehand. For now the Ortolan came up to the door, using the frame as cover, before peeking inside for real now. It seemed like a robbery like one sees on the holos. A quick grab for valuables with weapons hoping to get away before law enforcement. Beebo hoped they'd show up soon.

That's still you, Beebo. You're the law enforcement. He told himself. Feth, I am.

He shouted through the door with the voice of a chef letting the room know an order was up. It didn't have much authority or gusto. Just a loud noise for the sake of being loud so they might not hear his anxiety through it. It was supposed to be something like 'stop' or 'hands in the air' but all he managed was a loud, grunted yell.

@Raydo