When the Dead Rise

[Pyromaniac]

Ryloth was a planet one would not think of to search for a dead alien. Due to it's hostile and unforgiving environment, many would probably avoid it all together. The home of the Twi'lek species, this planet was the site of past battles, enslavement, and spice trades. Today, however, there was a new visitor to Ryloth that cared not for any of these things, aside from one- it was a place he could get lost in.

Jeeto the Neepo, or just Jeeto to many, was hiding away among one of Ryloth's spaceports. Not just any spaceport, however, one of the capitals- Kala'uun. It was a subterranean capital with only one underground accessible doorways via a portcullis that allowed ships to enter for trade and the like, though the primary purpose for the portcullis was to keep out heat storms that so frequented Ryloth.

Here, one could access the upper layers of the city, which held all the tourist attractions, while the lower levels were generally not seen by visitors. Below that, was the slums. Right now, Jeeto was on the top layer, in a ryll den that sat hidden away from the public eyes, like an ugly blemish that would not go away.

It was one of the few dives that was able to open up among the highly visited top layer, but as such, many of the bad apples gathered here, of various species. Who would notice one little Neepo, when his species was known for their star mapping? He could pass off as a simple spacer, should anyone ask, but he would prefer not to answer any questions. Like a few others, he was wearing a dark green, hooded cloak which served to hide the majority of his tiny arsenal of weaponry that decorated his body.

The music was heavy, bearing down on the patrons, the air was hot, humid, and smelled like alcohol, cigar smoke, and sweat. There was a stage on the far wall, where a number of Twi'lek women, all young and beautiful, were dancing. Jeeto paid no mind to them, for his attention was on the pyramid of shot glasses he had created on his tiny round table in the corner of the den, his back against the wall.

Ten shot glasses in total, four on bottom, minus one each row up. His mind was a bit fuzzy, sure, but he never went much farther than that these days. One week ago, he had blown a factory, an enemy, and supposedly himself, off the face of a planet. Jeeto was now considered a dead Neepo, but that didn't make him any less paranoid. You didn't survive his line of work without paranoia.

A Twi'lek waitress was making her rounds, scantily dressed and bringing patrons their drinks. She wore the typical two piece, but also had transparent blue sleeves and leggings over her attire, which complemented her blue skin. Jeeto would not have thought anything of her, but something was bothering him. This girl kept stealing sultry glances at him, and brought him shot after shot without him having to say a word. When she would bring it, she would lean over the table and try to hold a brief conversation, revealing her cleavage.

Jeeto, having a wife and child, was not affected by her seduction. Besides, he was a Neepo. Why in galaxy would a young, beautiful Twi'lek girl want him, a three foot four inch yellow alien known for eating just about anything that wasn't metal or trying to eat them? He grunted thanks when she brought him another shot and sauntered off, but this time he noticed she kissed the rim of the glass before placing it in front of him.

A grin split across the Neepo's features. He made no move to touch the glass, and instead, left his seat to move towards the restroom. The men's room was empty, save for him and a few open stalls. The tiny alien scurried to the farthest one, and did his business. When he flushed, he heard the door open and footfalls come inside. With a smile, he placed a surprise against the wall of the bathroom that made up part of his stall, and walked out.

Waiting for him was the Twi'lek woman, her sleeves gone, that hot look in her eyes burning into him. She had something behind her back, but her demeanor was provocative, inviting. Jeeto grinned again and stood there, the door of the stall shutting behind him. He walked forward, and so did she, her hips swaying. When they were close enough their bodies almost touched, which would have been very inappropriate due to his height, she revealed the blaster that had been behind her slender blue form.

"You must be Jeeto," she said sweetly, the barrel pressed against his forehead. "I didn't think it was you, really, until you figured out the glass I gave you had poison."

She pulled off two pieces of plastic from her lips, both no doubt coated with the poison she had administered to his glass.

"Either way, end of the line. Any last words?"

Jeeto nodded, smiling, and said, "Boom-boom."

In that moment, the bomb he had placed against the wall detonated, the timer reaching zero. The explosion blew the stalls towards them, and took out the wall it had been against. The Twi'lek had pulled back and covered her head, though little more than harmless bits of debris hit her. In that opening, Jeeto ran back into the stall, and jumped out of his new escape route in the adjourning alleyway. He heard her scream, scramble after him, but with the assistance of his rocket boots, he was able to exit the alley, into a large crowd of panicking tourists on the main strip. Deactivating his boots, he scurried and weaved through the crowds, hoping to lose the girl in the confusion.

 

[Zigara]

Ryloth appeared on the viewscreen as Jechtral dropped from Hyperspace. Spice, slaves, and often unbearable heat. This was one of the planets he absolutely despised including everything it stood for. He'd only brought himself here because it was so close to a Rebellion population, here he'd likely find members of the Rebellion or Jedi – it wasn't likely he'd fine Sith; that was the last thing he needed today. He'd also received a tip that he'd be able to find some raw, but exceptional talent on the planet.

The shuttle's comm pinged indicating an incoming message from Kala'uun starport. “Lambda Shuttle, Sentry – you're arrival was not scheduled; docking fees will be applied.” Rang across the comms.

“Roger Kala'unn control, Sentry requesting permission to land.” Jechtral returned, his voice deep and smooth.

“Hanger 17A, proceed to the west side; you will submit to customs. Thank you for your visit, Sentry.”

Jechtral flipped a switch and allowed the auto navigator to take control for the landing. Auto-Nav always did the job better when it came to landing in starports. Rising from his seat he proceeded to the cabin and accessed one of the lockers. A withdrew some equipment, a single spike, a small blaster pistol, his trusty datapad. Tossing on a cloak to shield him of the elements that he'd be encounter once he touched down around his shoulders, covering his small amount of equipment. The shuttle shook as it finally hit solid ground, a small alarm informed Jechtral that the ramp was descending; Jecht close behind.

Two male Twi'Leks approached him as he stepped off the boarding ramp, one was green and the other blue. Both were about 6 feet tall, with soldier builds. “The docking fee is 100cr per 24 hours, do you have anything to declare?” Jechtral shook his head and presented his credit chit, they quickly entered the chit into their systems, “And your person, anything on it?” Jechtral nodded and exposed the small blaster pistol, the two nodded in acceptance and returned the chit to him. “Enjoy your stay.”

The starport was a brim of activity, people swaying to-and-fro with the few merchants offering deals on whatever wares they had today – Jechtral did not acknowledgment as he approached a public data terminal, he needed directions if he where to find his contact. He had to stay in the upper levels if he didn't want to get lost, and that's what he did. Exiting the starport he navigated what past for streets and ascended to the top layer of Kala'uun. He had to admit, the twi'lek were rather attractive and it wasn't a mystery why either – both male and female had a certain aura about them. Now, the architecture was another story – also remarkable.

He found what he thought was the contact point, he wasn't sure but he needed a moment to get his barings – just as he stopped to lean on the wall, rubble came crashing down on him; instinctively he shielded his head from the rain of duracrete scattered around him – he only caught a quick glimpse of a little creature flying and then getting lost in the sheer panic. He rubbed his eyes clear, had he just seen what he thought he did? He looked up at the damage – how could something so small do that?!

It soon became evident, that little bugger was running from something... or rather someone. Now, the smart thing Jecht thought was to turn and go in the other direction – away from the pursuit, but something odd drew up and sure enough, despite the nagging feeling that he'd be better off elsewhere... he began to chase after the fellow. He just wanted to see how this turned out, quite honestly.

 

[Pyromaniac]

Have you ever seen a three-foot-four yellow alien hustle like his life depended on it while wearing a decent amount of weaponry and gear? Visualize that, and one would not come close to how comical Jeeto probably looked as his ran as fast as his stubby little legs could carry him through the panic. Law enforcement arrived, rushing past him and trying to get through the crowds of panicking civilians.

He was thankful that either they didn't see him, or they were simply too busy trying to get there through the chaos without having to worry about a shady figure scurry through the crowds. He looked over his shoulder, huffing and puffing as he went without assistance from his jet boots. People were screaming, running, and so it was hard to tell who was a possible threat or not. That, and since his assailant was Twi'lek, being on their homeworld made a hell of a challenge to lose them.

Jeeto was suddenly very regretful he had blown his personal ship to little more than scorch marks when he faked his own death. Because he had no ship, he was stuck here on this planet. No doubt law enforcement would prohibit flights leaving the city until the culprit was apprehended, or at least everything was under control. All this panic over a little sticky bomb!

Looking back once again, he saw the girl shoving through the crowd, her eyes locked on him. He cursed in his native tongue, something about the Twi'lek's mother, before dashing into another alleyway. This one was cluttered, and dirty. There were discarded boxes, broken bottles, filled waste bins, a couple of durasteel dumpsters, and little lighting. Pulling out his repeating blaster pistols, Jeeto ducked behind the farthest dumpster, pressing his back against the cool metal exterior. He peeked around the corner. Some civilians were still scrambling, but the crowd had died.

He stood there behind the metal garbage disposal bin, blasters ready to fill whoever came around that corner full with new holes. When someone did come around, entering the alleyway at first with little hesitation, he fired once as a warning. He hadn't been sure if it was his hunter or someone else at the time, but he was ready to fight to his last.

 

[Zigara]

He was hot on the little yellow alien's trail. It was still uncertain who exactly the creature was running from, especially now since the panic struck citizens ran wildly. One thing was certain though, that little guy had some endurance - to run that fast with those itty bitty legs... Jechtral couldn't help but to find amusement though. It shouldn't be much longer now.

He pushed through with purpose, he caught the final glimpse of the thing dash into the alleyway. The crowd had lessened now, far from the cantina bombing; there was room to breath. Jechtral looked around the area - no body looked suspicious and no one appear to have followed this far, who ever was after little yellow hadn't made it this far yet. Comfortable with the scene, Jechtral made the idiotic decision to walk down the alley, a blaster bolt certainly confirmed the idiocy. He dashed out of the way and pressed his back up against the wall, he thought about shouting for little yellow to hold its fire but he thought against it. Fortunately there was a ladder not far away, which he climbed up in rapidly. He was making another oddball decision but it didn't matter, he figured this time he'd succeed.

Scurying across the rooftops he repositioned himself to be behind the alien. From up top he could see the scene as clear as day, the yellow alien had been crouched behind some makeshift cover, blaster drawn - he was going to fight. Not a moment later, it became apparent that the seekers of 'little yellow' came around the corner and were starting to prepare to enter the alleyway... was it more than one? Jechtral wasn't sure. He thought it best to act fast.

Jechtral happened to be carrying equipment for repelling. One thing he'd learned a long time ago was to always be prepared and if you don't have an exit, you better make an exit. He looked around for a firm gripping point and latched it on giving it a couple of tugs to ensure that it was secure. That little alien was about to have a rescue, if he even chose to accept the help offered and not simply get shot at. He took a deep breath and leapt off the edge kicking his way down the building until he reached the bottom, he'd tried to do it as quiet as possible - it orders were being yelled out from the mouth of the alley. Once he was close, he figured he could lift this guy.

"Hey. Pssst! Little yellow. Need a hand? The people just down there look mighty pissed off - I don't know what you did, but good work." He offered a smile. "If you want it, I can get you up there and away - if only for a moment... they'll catch on and I don't think we'll break free completely but this'll give us time to plan."

"If you don't want the help, I'm gone. I never saw you."

 

[Pyromaniac]

Jeeto saw someone dodge his blast, but did not return fire. He hid again and stood there with baited breath, blasters up and one finger on the hair triggers that would end whoever thought to screw with this Neepo. The pyromaniac peeked around the corner of the cover, and noticed the blue skinned female Twi'lek, still in her seductress garb with the addition of a black durasteel plated jacket over her shoulders, blaster drawn, along with a large male Kaleesh with a repeater carbine, with a scope and obviously modified, though to what extent the little alien could not guess.

These two did not fit the form of the one he had seen before, and that scared him. They both had obviously heard or seen the blaster bolt he let out, for both were ready to take out anything that moved. Thankfully, they were hiding at the entrance, finding cover in both sides of the corners that made the entry into the alley. Jeeto saw that while they prepared to storm, he could activate his boots and-

"Hey. Pssst! Little yellow. Need a hand? The people just down there look mighty pissed off - I don't know what you did, but good work." Jeeto nearly screamed, but years of working as a hired gun had kept him from calling out. He pointed his blasters at the voice, which had been coming from directly in front of him since his back was to his cover.

"If you want it, I can get you up there and away - if only for a moment... they'll catch on and I don't think we'll break free completely but this'll give us time to plan."

"If you don't want the help, I'm gone. I never saw you."

This one was offering to save his yellow arse, or at least delay the inevitable. The Neepo's white eyes slid over the man's frame and his repelling equipment. This one fit the body type of the one who had dodged his blaster bolt, but did not fire back. Who in the galaxy was this? Some do-gooder, off to help someone he feels is the victim? Or, was he helping his hunters?

Well, Jeeto doubted that. If he had wanted to, this one could have shot the Neepo already. Maybe they wanted him alive-

The Kaleesh and Twi'lek rounded the corner, blasters drawn, and at that moment, Jeeto jumped into the man's arms and yelled, "Up! Up! Up!"

With one free hand, and before the assailants could take aim, Jeeto pulled out a flashbang gernade and chucked it at their attacker's feet. By the time it hit the ground, it went off, blinding and deafening all who had not been prepared. Jeeto had looked away, but his hearing what shot for the next few moments.

"Damn you and your bombs!" The Twi'lek screamed as she fired madly, though her partner stumbled back for cover, only to collide with the wall and fall to his knees.

 

[Zigara]

While he could tolerate the weight of the neepo, the sudden weight caught Jechtral off guard, he quickly recovered and kicked off the wall activating an auto recall, much like a grappling hook. The two rose steadily but fast, Jechtral ensured he had the space and shielded the yellow alien; it wasn't easy - his hearing was damaged from the flashbang tossed a second ago and there were a few blaster bolts that narrowly missed the two. Finally, reaching near the top the recall stopped and he gripped the edge of the rooftop pulling himself and his alien package up. Once safely up, he knelt down to let the alien off.

"You're out, but you know as well as I do it won't be forever." Jechtral tapped his chin in quiet contemplation, "Where do you plan to go? Got a ship?"

Jechtral took a quick glance over the edge to see the scene below. Satisfied, he moved to where he'd clamped his ropes and quickly gathered up his supplies before returning to the little yellow creature he'd just lifted out of danger. If you need to get out of here, I suggest you stick to the rooftops; those little rocket boots will probably help a great deal.

But thinking about it further, after an explosion and now blaster fire in the streets of Kala'uun - what are the chances they could get out and get out alive? Things would be on lockdown and the starport was quite a distance away. Did law enforcement know who had caused all the chaos? Would they really give up quickly or were they going to be here for sometime. Jechtral's mind was going quickly as he tried to review the possibilities; he was unfamiliar with Kala'unn. He'd need some kind of map in order to get his way around the city - in order to do that he'd have to find another public terminal to access, and in order to find one of them he'd need to get to the streets below - going to the streets below meant combat would ensnare. Cursing himself, he realized he'd need to come up with some kind of tool in the future to gain remote access.

And what if he could get a map? Would he have to break into some secure location in order to override the lockdown? Death wasn't good for business. Ryloth could in fact prove beneficial in the future, agents stationed here could provide extremely useful intel. Not to mention, he had to no real reason to off anyone here.

 

[Pyromaniac]

Jeeto climbed off the man ungracefully, falling off him like a lead weight and landing on his behind on the rooftop, still a bit disoriented.

"You're out, but you know as well as I do it won't be forever." Jechtral tapped his chin in quiet contemplation, "Where do you plan to go? Got a ship?"

Jeeto barely heard what the tall man was saying, still partially deaf. He heard bits though, something bees and sausages right? No, he had said something about them being safe up here for a bit. Yeah...

"Me goz no ship. Me came with aliens- public flying. Me wanted to hide... Butt Cartel no like me." The small alien stood up, a but wobbly, and then extended his tiny hand to the human who had got him out of a tight spot. "Me Jeeto. You?"

Something was coming from the street below, approaching the alleyway they had left. Jeeto crept just close enough to catch a glimpse of flashing lights, and two blue, automated voices saying, "Halt!" in Basic. It appears that the first on the scene were security droids, not organics. The human had retrieved his gear, returned, and spoke once again.

If you need to get out of here, I suggest you stick to the rooftops; those little rocket boots will probably help a great deal.

Jeeto abesentmindedly kicked the heels of his boots together before stepping back, away from the edge. The Neepo was thinking. His kind were famous nomads, explorers of the stars. It wouldn't be uncommon to see one of two of his kind in a majority of the galaxy's spaceports. If that were the case, most would just see a Neepo, they wouldn't see Jeeto the Neepo, a supposed dead man.

His horn might give some an idea of who he was, as would the use of bombs. He decided that for the rest of his time here, he would not use his detonators- much to his disappointment. If there was anything this little guy loved, it was fires and explosions.

A couple ideas popped into his head. He looked back to the one who had saved him. Whether he had done so on a whim, or out of some sense of conscience, was beyond the Neepo, but if was willing to help him one more time, they might just get out of this mess unscathed.

He was familiar with the security droids, as he had sliced into a few like them before, albeit older models. They were close lined, with the only remote access being from the main terminal in the police station. Otherwise, they were as limited in communication as the average organic. To get the droids to drop the search for the Neepo, they would have to slice into the police station's main droid control center. There was also the possibility that the damn droids didn't have every detail yet. After all, there was a panic- eyewitness reports will be varied. Regardless, it would probably be best to make sure the Twi'lek and Kaleesh took the fall for everything that happened.

Perhaps they could take out the Twi'lek, let the authorities find her dead? With her gone, they could at least find someone to pin the blame on for now, as a Kaleesh wasn't exactly a common occurrence in this neck of the galaxy. Perhaps make it seem as though she was the bomber, and the Kaleesh turned on her? If it was believed, then they would probably lax security enough to let ships come and go, so long as there were no Kaleesh. With that, they could escape.

"They no wanz you, they wanz Jeeto and pretty blue lady. Droids here to find and tie up. Droids are easy to change, easy to rearrange. If me can gez droid, me can change what they chase. Chase only blue lady and new friend, not Jeeto. When they see me sliced droids, me and human be bye-bye." Jeeto stopped there, looking up at the human to see if he understood what the heck the little guy was saying. Reaching into his cloak, Jeeto detached something from his belt and held it in his hand. It was big for him, but probably small to the human. It was a remote with a smiley face drawn on it. The face had angry eyebrows, like a child's artwork.

"That no good? Me frame blue lady. Frame ugly friend of blue lady for death of blue lady. They look for ugly friend, let Jeeto and human escape."

"You help Jeeto, yes?" At this point, Jeeto gave the human an exaggerated puppy-dog stare, his bottom lip stuck out in a pout.

 

[Zigara]

Jechtral had to stifle a laugh at the comment of 'Butt Cartel'. "The Hutt's don't like many." He commented before providing a name, "Jechtral."

As Jechtral thought, this Jeeto spoke up - this was enough to get his attention. He watched the alien as he provided plans to follow. He, considered the ramifications of each potential and considered each procedure. The droids? True. Droids were slightly more complicated than terminals but the principals were similar, they could take advantage of their droid like brains. He often tried to avoid altering droids simply because you have to content with real-time neural pathways and active counter-measures, these however were minor setbacks in Jecht's mind. Perhaps this little bugger had a knack for droids. Could he truly do it? He'd like to find out for sure... he'd need a contingency plan if that failed though.

The little yellow alien held out a remote, Jechtral's face twisted into a quizzical expression. It had, what some would claim to be a cute drawing but Jechtral was beyond confused as to what this Jeeto would do with the remote. Was it a explosive trigger? Would it set off a massive explosion? That would be no good. "What exactly is that remote going to do?" He seemed like he'd want that question answered before he returned to the two plans he'd offered.

After receiving his answer he continued, "You want to hack into the computer systems so we can escape the chase. You do realize that the computer controlling them is usually buried deep within the confines of a station. To accomplish that goal, you're suggesting we some how get deep into the station. How exactly do you plan that?" Jechtral asked, shuddering at what the answer might be. Was the alien suggesting basically a full frontal assault on the police station? That can't be the case, that'd be absolutely insane and they'd definitely be stuck here. The other thing was, while not exactly afraid - he had no idea the layout or the systems being used.

Frame the one who initiated the attack and her friend? This was a more plausible, probably easier. How did he plan to frame them? Security footage? Forged evidence? What did he have? Being able to modify records was a lot easier since he could access almost any computer and work their the networks... but the only computers he had access to out here was the public access terminals. They were limited in connectivity, could be manipulated slightly. He'd need a personal computer or the transceiver he had on board his shuttle. Yet again he posed a question to this new being, "How would you intent to frame them?" Jechtral needed to know the plans, that way he could prepare for the worst... which is usually how things turn out when they're done on the fly.

Either plan would likely lead them to the police station. He's got a bit of fighting under his belt but realistically he was a 'desk jockey' - at home with terminals instead of in the field. True, he wasn't incompetent - he could hold his own when it came down to it. If they needed to do a full on assault and things would likely be hectic, he might have to call in some of his recent contacts between his brother and he. But would he need them and who would he call?

He'd intently watch this Jeeto as he answered. Reading him, judging him, planning.

 

[Pyromaniac]

Jeeto tossed the Remote into the air and pressed a button on his gauntlet, to which the Remote buzzed to life and floated at the Neepo's eye level. It beeped in it's code of communication, and Jeeto smiled, "Helpa me."

Looking back to the human, he said, "Reemo help Jeeto with with repairs... help Jeeto with slicing."

When Jechtral posed the question on how they break into the computer systems that were deep in the police station, Jeeto responded with, "Neepo small, vents small. Vents smaller? Reemo smaller. Sneaky-sneak, no attack. Jeeto can slice. Jeeto good slicing." The Neepo shrugged at that point, and the Remote began to beep indignantly, in a way that said, 'Do you expect me to do this?' Neepo stuck his tongue out at the Remote and said, "Pooty" In Neepo, that was a word for butt, meant as an insult.

Jeeto began to check his armor and arsenal, making sure that it was all ready to go in case of a fight. He wanted to be in and out without hurting anyone for multiple reasons, chief being it would be hard to escape if they had seen him harm an officer of the law. As he went about his routine checks, he continued, "Me give boom-booms to blue lady, or ugly friend. Blue lady better, she attack Jeeto first. She there when Jeeto activated first boom. Droids see booms with meanies, droids chase meanies. Maybe record them with booms, put on public compooters before they caught? Pretend to be running person, put meanies in spotlight? Jech-Jech better at that, droids no see Jech-Jech."

His plan was spotty, he knew, and a simple one. The trick would be to make sure it went as he hoped. So many things could go wrong, it wasn't even funny. Besides, there was also the problem of not raising suspicion themselves. If either of them were caught, or even seen, things could end very badly for both of them. Not only that, but they attackers could outwit them, and do things that neither would have predicted. They were, after all, not total idiots. Jeeto was thinking about this when he unhooked his bandoleer of explosives and offered it to Jectral.

"Take ion grenade, use to blow up droid with other droid watching. Short range, but still work. Lay boom-booms where meanies will find, hopefully use, or pick up. Meanies look like boom-boom owners. Jeeto go to police, slice compooter, make meanies only targets. If no work, hide. Droids no see Jech-Jech, Jech-Jech not target- if not got boom-booms. Comlinkie frequency?" Jeeto showed the comlink built into his guantlet, and offered to tune into Jectral's, if he had one. "Quiet til me speak to Jech-Jech, then find Jech-Jech, yes?"

This was going to be difficult, he knew. What if they got caught, or Jectral blew himself up while Jeeto was arrested for falling through the ceiling of the police station over the women's refresher? Terrible things could happen while this went down, but Jeeto had a good feeling about Jectral. Surely, he could improvise if things got dicy. Hell, he could even run and hide until it all blew over- after all, he wasn't the one they were looking for. Jeeto hoped, however, that Jechtral would help him see this through, and offer advice should things seen spotty. This plan involved both, and Jeeto was open to suggestions. After all, he didn't mind criticism- as long as it wasn't bad mouthing him without offering any advice. Someone did that to Jeeto once, now they have a hole at the back of their head from where Jeeto thrust a blaster pistol into their mouth.

 

[Zigara]

He nodded in understanding, so that's what the remote was? Sure, he could in fact climb through the vents unimpeded. That would prove beyond a doubt extremely effective right now, and in the future. He listened closely to the plans and was weighing the pros and cons, realistically there was nothing Jechtral could lose, the neepo was right - they hadn't seen him. But, that wouldn't be a deciding factor going forward. The name of 'Jech-Jech' brought a grin to his face, he couldn't say he'd ever been called that.

And now the little explosive yellow handed the explosives over. "You... seriously want me to take those? Let me get this straight. I take these, I plant them somewhere that they stumble into thinking they've found you but instead the droids end up taking them into custody. I think I understand." He rubbed his chin thinking, "Another thing I could do is set up a terminal to short circuit when they go to access it, that could incapacitate them; if only for a moment or two."

He was devising a plan, in fact he might just face the two head on if he required it. He just needed to get these explosive in the place, set them up. He could get them to be shocked as he pulled on a security station, the droids would rush to the scene and by the time they'd recovered the bots would be on the crooks. "Okay" He finally said, "Here's what's going to happen Jeeto. You are going to the police station and you will take care of that." He knelt down and reached out to adjust his companion's comlink attached to the neepo's wrist. "I will deal with those two and the droids. Right now the droids have them, but I will intercept them and move from there." He collected the explosives as he stood up and wrapped them around his waist - it seemed like that would be the best option, considering the neepo's size compared to his own.

"You've got another flashbang on here don't you? I've got a plan for it... and the ion." The plan was going to be simple, but still a tad bit of a challenge. He was making some slight alterations. He was thinking he was just a ludicrous as the neepo. What he would do is detonate a flashbang once more - a distraction that should temporary disorient the organics and the droids, he'd set the ion grenade to detonate. He'd ditch the explosives by attaching them to the blue alien and he'd retreat, the brief disorientation should allow the droids to regain their composure just to be faced with an ion explosion coming directly from the alien; that should give the droids enough fodder to pin it on them. "Once you're in though, I need you to issue a kill command for them, down below. No. Lose. Ends. Got it?"

"Second, you will not refer to me at all. Once you've done your work you will report to the starport, there I will find you. I am not Jechtral, I am not Jech-Jech, I am J that is all, J. You are not Jeeto, you are Pyro. Understand this, and we will be fine." He paused to let his words sink in, "I will get you off the planet but you need to come to me if you cannot do that you will be condemned to the law enforcement or simply the underground here on Kala'uun."

 

[Pyromaniac]

Jeeto was liking Jechtral the more they spoke. It was obvious he knew what he was doing, and was offering clever advice and suggestions to the tiny alien. He wasn't about to ask how he became so efficient, they were still in quite the pickle. That kind of talk was for later. When Jechtral took charge, though, Jeeto was put a little bit on edge. He did not disapprove, however, merely waited to see what would happen.

"Me like plan with terminal shocking. Fun to do, fun to watch. Two flash-booms, one ion." Honestly, most people were shocked to learn that he even knew how to say 'ion'. "Me have no prooblum with kill order. Death come with job, yes?"

Jechtral's plan piqued Jeeto's curiosity, and the little bugger was known for his curiosity. It usually ended with an explosion or a lawsuit, however, and so Jeeto decided to just ask, "What plan, Jech-Jech?" Despite the fact that Jechtral just said that he was simply 'J', Jeeto couldn't resist keeping his name for the human companion. While the mission was on, he would be J, however, and apparently Jeeto was Pyro. The Neepo thought this was probably the most accurate code name he had ever received, and smiled with approval at his new title.

Com silence, it seemed, would be their underlying goal, along with completing the objectives laid out before them by each other. Jeeto would slice into the computers after sneaking through the vents, issue a kill order, and get out to meet J at the spaceport for a ride off this planet. His mother warned him about getting in ships with strangers, but if this all worked out, he felt he could give Jechtral the benefit of the doubt. Jeeto would not be left here on this awful planet, even if he had to detonate the entire city.

"Me go now." Jeeto said, stepping towards the edge of the roof with the Remote hovering close by. "See J at spaceport. Pyro owe J drink and bonus when off planet." With that, the little alien activated his rocket boots and jumped off the edge, using the boots to propel him to the next roof over. He continued to do this, keeping away from the main walk ways of the tourist trap sector, but also watching the back alleys he flew over for those who hunted him.

Jeeto did not know exactly where the station was, but he was sure he would find his way. After all, he knew the general area in which it resided. He had to be quick and silent to get this done perfectly. Normally, he would prefer a more explosive outcome, but this job required stealth. It was about twenty minutes of rocketing about before he rested on the roof of the building beside the police station. Organic law enforcment officers and droids alike were crawling around the entrance, leaving or entering for one reason or another. There were cameras watching the entrances, back ways, and even the vents.

Jeeto grinned, and watched as they went about their duty. Once he saw an opening, he propelled himself on to the roof of the station, and crouched low. Stepping as quietly as he could, he motioned for his droid to go behind the lone camera that sat above him, but watching the ventilation shaft he planned to enter from. Apparently, this kind of thing had been tried before.

Jeeto stood and opened a panel that the camera rested on. It was old tech, which showed how lax the law felt in this city's tourism sector. This, apparently, was a circuit breaker for the top portion of the station. Lights shined from inside to illuminate the contents. He smiled and motioned for his droid to come over, and pointed to a set of switches on the top right. The droid fired its laser, and the lights flickered a bit before returning to normal. What he did was cause a minor power fluctuation. While power would continue, some electronics connected would need reset, which gave him a window of five seconds.

Without wasting any time, Jeeto rushed to the vent, pried off the cover, slipped inside along with his droid, and replaced the panel just in the nick of time.

 

[Zigara]

Jechtral stood atop the buildings and watched as Jeeto 'took flight'. Shaking his head he thought to himself, That little bugger is going to get himself killed. He was hoping that was just a thought and not going to be a reality. He now brought his attention back to the scene below; the aliens were going remarkable peacefully with the droids. Was this a good sign or a really bad sign? They're could possibly be planning something but Jechtral had no way to truly know. It appeared the droids were going to walk the fugitives to the cells - the station must not have been too far away, or maybe they were just going to an appropriate security post or pickup zone?

Jechtral kept to the shadows of the rooftops, leaning over every now and again to ensure he didn't lose sight. Fortunately for him, they were taking them to a security holding station a few blocks over - he could see the station from here. His plan was about to unfold, this is when it became real - he had a small window to pull everything off. He could see a public terminal down below, that terminal would be crucial but it was being monitored by a camera conveniently situated across from the terminal. He maneuvered to avoid the camera but he'd have to go street level to get across - there was no way he could leap that distance. "Electronic trace." Jechtral whispered to himself; his vision turned yellow and he could see the electricity being fed into the camera, he made a quick mental note of where it would lead him. "Cancel" and his vision returned to normal. Finding an obscured ladder, often used for fire escapes, he descended into the streets. He was just a few meters ahead of the droids so time was not a luxury he could afford.

He checked to make sure the coast was clear and darted across the streets into another alleyway. Recalling back to his trace, he knew the electrical box was somewhere in the area. Took him only a few seconds to find it cloaked in shadows. Pulling a tool from his belt he popped open the box and surveyed the wiring. Primitive connections, this wouldn't take much - he moved some wires to the side and found a place to insert a security spike which allowed him to put the camera into an empty loop, removing his spike he emerged from the alley making for the public terminal. He accessed the regular menus, he made note of his location and the location of the police station in proximity to the starport. Once satisfied, he brought up the admin screen - used for software diagnostics and the like. Each computer had a literal back door which would allow technicians to upload their own software to help clear the system, he'd inserted a datacard which would scour the system and pull the code and apply it. Typically, he could do this on his own but he needed a certain level of discreetness and to to this on his own he'd need to get into the system itself; not going to happen today.

The password cracked and he was in, all he really did at this point was set the internal readings to be brought out of whack, which could result in a nice overload of the system as it got flooded with garbage information. He calculated what he figured would be an appropriate time before the system would overload. As he finished up, he heard someone shout at him - it was the Twi'lek. She must have recognized him - he thought he'd managed to conceal his identity as the Neepo Rescuer but apparently he didn't do it correctly. This would complicate things... but only by a fraction. Jechtral looked over, yep it was certainly him she was trying to get the security team to respond to but thanks to their programming they weren't willing to budge. Droids were dumb, and thank you for that.

Fed up with the situation, the Twi'lek and the Kaleesh decided to fight the droids, just to break free - using the distraction caused by the combatants he needed to move. He detached a flash bang and the ion grenade before simply dropping all the explosives on the ground. He ran back to the alley with the electrical box and slammed the security spike back into the terminal to break the loop; just as the feed was restored, the twi'lek and Kaleesh were now in front of the terminal, they appeared to examine the explosives as he climbed up some stairs, he'd also tripped a security alarm and it wouldn't take too much longer for bots to respond. He waited only a few moments before he tossed the Ion grenade - he'd hope to time it perfectly that once the droids got their it'd detonate. Oddly enough, luck was with him. Just as the bots responded the ion grenade detonated and the terminal overloaded.

A brilliant flash of light erupted, a combination of the ion particles and the electrical shock. The droid circuity fried and the two thugs seized, oddly enough the twi'lek had seen him and pointed at him just as the whole plan came together. He had hoped it was caught on camera and he had hoped that the rising hand might seem like she had the explosive in her hand. The scene was actually hysterical and now the two of them were knocked out in front of the terminal, he wasn't sure how long they'd be out but he knew it would likely be enough time. He now held a single flashbang for a worst case scenario but he didn't think he'd need it. The blue lady would likely appear to be guilty. Jechtral looked in the direction of the police station, although he couldn't really see it he knew where it was. He thought for a moment he should investigate but decided against it and made for the starport.

"Com open: My Lil'Pyro, you're on. Out." He whispered into the microphone imbued in his throat to pick up vibrations, though he whispered the system would transmit in quiet clarity. The opening of the com was for his own purpose, Jeeto would only hear what came after it and the microphone would turn off after he said 'out'.

 

[Pyromaniac]

Jeeto was crawling ever so gingerly through the vents of the police station. The air was blowing into his face, cold as ice, and making the poor Neepo's eyes water. Thinking about it now, he began to wonder just how the hell he had gotten into this situation. His droid hovered in front of him, scoping out the grates that circulated air into the more populated areas of the station, to make sure no one would see a yellow alien crawling through.

He had to keep his head low due to his horns, and his cloak was bunched up around his neck like a scarf. The Neepo had to move slowly, for his armor made ungodly noises if hit wrong on the metal sides of the vents. Muttering to himself in his native language indignantly, he pressed on. After all, he had to get this done to escape this planet.

Through a grate on his left was the barracks, and further ahead was a straight drop in the vents, which would bring him to the next floor below... with a bang. The barracks had quite a few officers inside, simply talking or getting ready to change shifts, their gear in various states of being taken off and on. Sadly, this was the men's side, so you can imagine what images were being seen. The Neepo pinched the area of his face that most sentients seemed to do when annoyed, as their noses were more defined.

He had to make sure no one heard him, and with a group of law enforcement right there, it was doubtful he would not be heard. One of the officers was frustrated as he was attempting to use his personal holocommunicator. It was showing static images, the speaker's words jumbled. Eventually, the officer began to bang it against the wall just under the vent, and Jeeto froze. If that officer, a young Twi'lek male, got a good look...

They'd be ****ed.

He was causing quite the scene, eventually all the young officers were gathering around, trying to offer him advice or attempting to fix it themselves. Jeeto was not moving, his breathing all but halted. They were too close, too very close... The Neepo began to sweat a bit, until he noticed something on the far wall from inside the barracks. Next to the control panel for the door that led in and out of the room, was a second, smaller panel with a single button, red in color. Above it was the Twi'lek words for something, and above that was the Basic translation: Fire alarm.

Jeeto's lips curled into a smile. He glanced at his Remote, and used his eyes to point it in the direction of the alarm. The droid gave a very low chirp of acknowledgement, and then fired a single bolt of energy through the slit of the grate and dead on to the button. Sparks flew for a split second before sirens exploded through the station, red lights flashed along the ceiling, and the sprinkler system kicked into gear, showering the half-naked Twi'lek men in ice cold water. They jumped, screamed, and ran about for cover.

They had been so focused on the shotty communicator that they never looked up to see the energy beam that had provided enough noise and alarm to safely move ahead. Jeeto crawled as quietly as possible, but a little more hurried, and simply leaned over the edge of the shaft until he fell head first. The Neepo hit the metal surface of the vent with a thud, but the alarms were still blaring at full power. Now, angry voices rang through the vents and halls beyond, everyone on the move to find the fire, or a way out. Due to privacy laws, he doubted that there would be any camera's in the locker room that caught the bolt from the Remote.

Wiggling his tiny, heavily armed behind into a position he could move in was more easily said than done. He got stuck once, as the new vent before him was smaller than the previous ones, and due to the lack of space, Jeeto got caught with his tiny legs and arse sticking up the shaft he fell down, with his top half in the way he was trying to go. His Remote now behind him, near his feet, it dodged it's creator's mad kicks and ignored his mutterings about the 'booby-showing-sleemo'.

After a few seconds, he got free, and inched his way while laying on his back through the vents. It was a tight fit, and he could only use his fingers and heels to push himself forward. His face was dragging across the metal surface, but this had to be done. There was little room to maneuver. When this was all over, Jeeto swore he was going somewhere sunny and remote, away from this kind of BS he seemed to put up with on a weekly basis.

He finally reached the grate that led to the droid control center. Inside was the console that controlled the droids, and two technicians. It was a small room, sparse, but it served it's purpose. The techs were gone it seemed, obviously the evacuation protocol for fires made sure they left the lower levels for the duration of the emergency. One problem, though: how the hell would he get in? With limited space, and the propelling power of fingers and a foot, he could not open this grate by himself... unless...

Jeeto brushed a button on his left gauntlet against his side, and instantly his rocket boots activated, scorching the droid at his feet for a moment before it hovered out of the way, back towards the shaft he fell through. The power of the rockets did the trick, for after activation, he was slowly squeezed forward until his horns hit the grate. The rockets kept pushing, and Jeeto was feeling the pressure of being crushed until the grate popped open, and the Neepo was shot out of the shaft and straight into the opposite wall inside the control room, his face smashing into the metal because he had chosen that moment to look up in shock.

Disoriented, the rockets kept going, and Jeeto was sent spinning on the ground until he moved his legs at an angle. The shift in angles caused him to fly straight into the control console, his one good horn creating a sharp dent in the metal. Smacking his forearm like a mad animal, the boots finally shut off, and Jeeto just had to take a moment to lay there in pain.

After that was finished, with the sirens still blaring in the background, Jeeto stumbled to his feet and pulled a computer spike from his belt. Jamming in to the appropriate slot for the computer, he watched as certain windows were opened, programs started, ended, and started again. He popped his knuckles and jumped on to one of the tech's chairs, his height not allowing him to reach all the keys on the holo-keyboard. His droid came flying out from the grate, it's angry face now obscured with black marks. It beeped angrily at Jeeto, and when the Neepo wouldn't look up as he was entering the command systems, it shot a laser bolt into his shoulder.

The Neepo stuck his tongue out at the Remote and said, "butta", before returning to the task at hand. He accessed recent alerts from the vacinity he had been in, and began searching through records, memory banks, and footage until he found what he was looking for. The Twi'lek and Kaleesh were now in deep trouble. As it turns out, Jechtral had been successful. Jeeto was watching it play out through the droid's eyes when his communicator went off, and he heard his new friend's voice.

My Lil'Pyro? How sweet, a new pet/code name for the pyromaniac Neepo. Jeeto thought about it for a moment before he decided he was going to keep that one. It fit, and he liked the sound of it. Grinning from ear to ear, he manually entered the codes that would switch the droids from 'capture' to 'terminate', the targets being those two that had just 'attacked' them. Jeeto grinned. With holo-tech being what it is, no one uses the manual coding anymore unless they were building tech from scratch. Manually setting them to 'terminate' was less traceable than simply pressing the buttons and things that would do it for the techie behind the screen- coding at it's finest!

The fire alarms stopped abruptly. Jeeto froze for a second before he began to back out of all opened programs, but not before catching the sight of the Twi'lek and Kaleesh being gunned down by the droids, the bombs still in their hands. Now back at the screen where he had left it, he made sure to place a timed reset, which would erase all changes and traces of recently accessed programs when the timer hit zero. Jeeto set it to five seconds, jumped down from the chair, and pried open the computer's lower panels, the one with the dent he left. With a swift punch, he knocked the dent out- partially- and replaced the panel. At least it would be less noticeable. Finally, he snatched the computer spike and returned it to his belt.

With that, he grabbed the grate and ran back to the vent. Laying on his back, and going head first while reaching down his side with one hand, he nudged himself back into the shaft. The droid flew and hovered between his legs. While he held the grate in place with the tips of his fingers, and with legs spread, the Remote used it's laser to seal the grate back into place. From this angle, it would look like the Neepo was crapping lasers.

This time with controlled bursts from his boots, and very slow, quiet crawling, he made his way out of the station and for the spaceport. Once outside, and a safe distance away, Jeeto opened the com channel and said, "J-J, Lil'Pyro do good."

 

[Zigara]

The sound of a little creature entered his ear, the only one of it's kind... and apparently the little yellow critter has decided to maintain his name, J-J - or Jech-Jech. He sighed and laughed it off. He reached up and placed a finger behind his left ear, this gesture would allow him to trigger a sort of push-to-talk function in his implants. "Very good, Lil'Pyro. Now you need to get to me, you know where I'll be but what you don't know is where I actually am. You'll have to figure that out, let's just say keep your eyes open as you go fishing." It appears his new alien friend had taken a liking to that codename. Perhaps it's best to keep it with him. Jechtral spoke in code for a reason, sure the guy might have hacked some bots and carried out as instructed but Jechtral wanted to issue another challenge to see if he was truly capable of the future. What he meant was basically designed as a tip telling the neepo to check the cameras and go fishing for information. A simple test, but a test nevertheless.

He lowered his hand as he entered the starport's lobby. He verified he was not being followed and wanted to ensure the neepo handn't beaten him here already. Confident in his findings he headed through the starport, a casual pace as he had no reason to rush. He stopped short of one of the few HoloProjectors up above, as always it was tuned into a local news station. The news was reporting on the bombing not long ago and how the perpetrators had been neutralized as they used lethal force against local officers. There was no mention of him or the neepo, but one of the needs feeds scrolling at the bottom of the image stated that Firefighters responded to the police station for a false alarm. Well done.

Jech-Jech, continued walking toward where his ship had been docked; 17A. He made it there in good time, he stepped through the doors and looked up at his Lambda-Class shuttle, prepared to get out of here and back home. Obviously, his intended reasoning behind his arrival had been delayed and he'd come up with a plausible reason behind it... in fact, the bombing would be reason enough to keep him away! He'll use that and come back when things settled down, they'd understand. The shuttle stood at the ready, and Jechtral sat on some crates waiting for this Jeeto to find him; however he'd only wait for so long - that was part of the conditions.

 

[Pyromaniac]

Jeeto heard Jech-Jech's response, and the Neepo grinned. His Remote chirped curiously, but he didn't give it a response. Instead, he descended to ground level and walked like everyone else, making sure no one saw him come down. Walking into the spaceport like everyone else around him, he surveryed his surroundings. Wall monitors for various uses, holo-projectors displaying news and the like, several organics and droids of all kinds moving around with their own purpose. It was crowded and made the alien uncomfortable.

So, he had to find Jechtral, eh? To most it would seem damn near impossible in this madness, but to a slicer, it was simply annoying. Jeeto made his way towards a metal door with the words 'employee's only'. Jeeto noted a keypad next to the door, and the words 'LOCKED' blown up in red letters above it on the display. With everyone bustling about, he would be seen breaking in... however...

The Neepo noticed a word above the door that read 'F1' in Basic. Looking over his shoulder was an elevator that led to different levels of the spaceport. Usually, big buildings like this had generators, central computers, alot of the big things that kept the place running in the lower levels. He would bet Kala'uun would be no different, despite the fact that the lower levels of the city itself were for the slums.

Smiling, he sauntered over towards the elevator like any other tourist and got ready to do his work when a human couple, the woman carrying a baby, entered with him. He quickly press the close door button before anyone else could enter and waved as good naturedly as he could to the obviously exhausted couple. Their baby wailed and nothing they did placated it. Jeeto's eye twitched, but he smiled and stared forward as they pressed the button they wished. It was to a level below this one, but that didn't matter. The echoing cries of the baby in the closed metal elevator was just about enough to make Jeeto contemplate a merciful suicide for his hearing's sake.

When they reached their destination, they scurried out, and Jeeto began to bang on the 'close door' button like a Neepo possessed. Someone tried to run in and hitch a ride with Jeeto, but he jumped towards the door and began to bark and growl like some wild animal. The doors closed and the person recoiled in fear, but Jeeto was finally alone. he quickly pressed a button to take him to the lowest level before he pulled out a screwdriver and pried open a panel below the floor selection panel. The panel he opened was locked with a security key, but he didn't have time to lock pick it with what he had on him.

Pulling out a security spike, he jammed it into the slot reserved for droid interface and waited for the button that read 'B' to light up. He pressed it and felt the lift take him down. When the doors opened, he was shown a large room filled with cables of all purposes, central computers that controlled automated functions that normal terminals or security panels need not worry about, some droids focused on maintaining these, etc. It was full of a mind numbing hum that is typical of large scale electronics operating in the same closed space, which Jeeto found soothing.

The maintenance droids would not be a problem, their function was to simply keep things running, not report or detain intruders. Security droids on the other hand would be a problem, and Jeeto noted a few, though none seemed privy to his presence yet. Running forward, he hid behind a large computer that ran some unknown system, keeping his back to it while looking around the corner. The droids were making their rounds, and most were not looking at him, and those that were were too far to truly detect him as of yet.

Dodging and weaving throughout the underground area was mostly about patience and cunning, making sure to play it smart and avoid detection. After about ten minutes of doing this, he found what he was looking for. An old fashioned stairwell, used in the case of emergencies. He grinned and ran up it, using his jet boots to simply fly up to his destination than to actually run. He found it after having to search a bit for the right doorway, but now he stood in front of a metal door that read, 'security'. Smiling, he had his droid fire a laser that helped short circuit the panel that opened the door to reveal a small room with a large number of monitors and two chairs, with only two possible exits- the one he now stood in, and a door to the wall to Jeeto's right.

Only one of the chairs was occupied at the moment, and the occupant turned- a yellow skinned Twi'lek male- only to let out a string of questions and things in his native language. Jeeto had no idea what he was saying, until the Twi'lek pulled out his blaster. That he understood. Still pointing his blaster at Jeeto and asking questions he wouldn't answer, the Twi'lek didn't make a move fast enough when the little alien pressed the button to activate his boots. The boots fired up, and the alien was scross the room before the Twi'lek could finish or fire off more than a single shot.

Jeeto headbutted the Twi'lek, taking a bolt to his shoulder. The Twi'lek flew back into the control panel, and then went down on to the floor, out cold. Jeeto turned the boots off and then dragged the unconscious Twi'lek to the stairwell, where he propped him up into the sitting position inside. Jeeto returned and quickly searched through the security monitors until he found Jechtral in one. Making a note of where the human was, he set a timed lock on to the maintenece door behind him. Running through, he made it in time for the door to seal itself behind him and lock itself. The security officer might be missed for a bit, but he doubted they'd get worried in a short enough time span to cause problems for Jech and Jeeto's escape.

Jeeto propelled himself back down the stairs, through the basement, and back into the elevator, only to come back up to the floor Jech was on. After that, Jeeto hurried to find the human on 17A. When he entered, the Neepo was sweating out of breath, his cloak singed on the shoulder area from the blaster burn but his armor had kept the stray bolt off his skin.

"Hurry, hurry, tell J-J on ship!"

((OOC: I apologize if this is seems rushed, I've had a rough few days and my sleep meds are kicking in the whole time I've written this.))

 

[Zigara]

Jechtral looked at his chrono on his left wrist. He'd give the neepo another 7 minuets.

He sat on the crates, wondering if the neepo would actually succeed and if so, where should he take him? Surely Jechtral wouldn't openly reveal his home to the stranger, it'd have to take sometime. Quite often, if these people were actually interested then surely they could wait to be 'summoned' the day the DarkNet rose from the ground. He banged his heels lightly on the crates, no idea what was in them but he didn't care. There was little else he could do. He finally hopped down off the crates; he felt the time was up - guess Lil'Pyro would be staying on this planet for awhile longer. He began to ascend the boarding ramp and he was just about in the ship when he heard the familiar voice and 'code name' - he made his way back down the ramp and saw the neepo standing there, sweating profusely and short of breath and it only took him a second to see the singed cloak. His only reply was to raise an eyebrow.

Jechtral decided it best not to even ask right now, he made a gesture with his head telling Jeeto to get up the ramp. Jechtral didn't seem worried at all about the circumstances, he was in the clear himself; he'd nothing to lose and everything went according to plan - or at least that is what it appeared to be. Once aboard the vessel he pushed the button off to his side and the ramp began to raise up into the belly of the shuttle locking itself. Satisfied, he turned around and made for the cockpit.

He took up a seat in the pilot's chair. He fiddled with some of the buttons and called the control centre. "Lambda-Class Shuttle, Sentry to Kala'unn control. Sentry is requesting clearance for departure." this was the moment of truth, was the starport locked out or were they clear to go? "Kala'unn control to Sentry; you are clear for departure - skies are clear. Have a good one." - "Thank you Kala'unn. See you again."

The shuttle began to lift off, shaking the cabin. The shuttle twisted in the air as it's landing gear returned with a thud. Moving slowly the shuttle progressed through the tunnels and out of the portcullis before it's wings unfolded assuming the classic and more common appearance associated with the Lambda. The shuttle irked and pulled up making for Ryloth's atmosphere with the fire of the atmosphere circling the cockpit for a few moments. The sky turned from clear to clouds to the first few stars emerging in the distance and the ship broke free off the gravity well - the system now dropped out of autopilot and Jechtral had full control. "So... where to? I expect you may want to go to your homeplanet? Maybe another safe haven? I've got a lot more business to take care of and as much as your company is appreciated, you cannot follow me."

He made a few adjustments to the instruments as he waited for a response. He wasn't ready to enter hyperspace until he had a destination.

((OOC: I wouldn't worry about it. It's my posts that are short, I almost feel like I'm not meeting the status quo :P))

Spoiler: Shuttle Interior

A typical Lambda Class had a cockpit that functioned optimally with 6 crew, this variant had been designed for an optimal of 4 crew; a pilot, co-pilot, navigator, and engineer. However, the ship could fly with a minimum of 1 individual, much like a typical Lambda. The interior has lockers for belongings (at the back), a desk with a HoloNet transceiver, 4 bedrooms (replacing the cargo holds), slightly increased refresher (able to accommodate a tub/shower). Access to the cargo hold has been moved to the center of a 'common' room. Access to a galley and game table are also available in the common room. The design was functional but clearly for 'VIP' passengers. The rooms were nothing impressive; enough space for the bed itself and a closet. The mattresses, however while not luxurious were definitely designed for comfort.

 

[Pyromaniac]

Sitting down in the co-pilot seat, despite making no move to pilot at all, he spun in the chair as he did his best to calm his little nerves.

"No Butt Cartel, no Im-peers. Me want free planet." His droid hovered by his chair as it spun, beeping in disappointment at it's owner's childish behavior.

The truth was, Jeeto would not share his home planet with J-J, even if he did help save his life. Besides, it's not like Jeeto was welcome back there anyway. The Neepo unconsciously touched the area above the locket that rested under his armor and stared straight ahead as he spun, ultimately stopping.

"J-J pick, for Jeeto have no where. Me not gotz place to go."

 

[Zigara]

He leaned back and bounced off the back of his chair as he thought about it for a moment or two while they were getting above Ryloth. He wasn't sure but he thought he might have an idea, "No Hutt 'eh? Well I've got a good idea then." He leaned forward and input some coordinates into the navigation "Buckle up." He locked himself in and began a countdown "And in 5...4...3...2...Hyperspace!" The G's pushed him back into the pilot's chair as the starts began to zip past and create the familiar blue tunnel of hyperspace. The shuttle rocked and rumbled but quickly stabilized and the ride became smooth.

"I think you'll do well on Bothawui in Bothan space. The Bothans hate the Hutt and the Hutt have given up trying to take their space when they tried to expand a couple years back. You just need to stay out of trouble. Maybe they'll teach you a thing or two, they certainly do know how to gather information and stay out of sight." He unbuckled himself and rose from the pilot's seat, "We'll be there in a day or two - until then you should try and get some rest, make yourself at home while aboard the ship." Jechtral yawned as he made his way to the back of the shuttle and taking a seat at the HoloNet transciver. He logged in and after doing a little of work he popped out a datacard and set it beside the terminal.

"Hey, Jeeto. Take that datacard, access it when you get planetside. I think there will be some things of interest on it." He smiled, the datacard would cover some minimal details about DarkNet and how when the time was right they'd ping him and give them a location for rendezvous. Jechtral was obviously going to be there when that happened and when Jeeto made it back into Jechtral's presence he'd work some magic and help Jeeto truly escape the Hutts then; but Jechtral couldn't do that from here - he needed to do that from The Pit - DarkNet's base of operations. Jechtral also made sure that his eye and recorded the scene of the terminal back on Ryloth overload and the explosive finale - for Jeeto's viewing pleasure.

 

[Pyromaniac]

Jeeto was nearly thrown from his seat as they hit Hyperspace, but thankfully, he didn't go flying. Instead, he shook his head and thanked whatever higher being was out there that he had gripped the armrests when he had.

Jectral unbuckled and told him that their destination was Bothan space. Well, that was a relief. No Hutts or Imperials made for a happy Jeeto. The Neepo slid down from his seat and quickly began checking his weapons and fuel levels, since he had used his boots quite a bit these last couple of hours. Following J-J, he watched him place a data card near the terminal with instructions to access it when they were planetside. Jeeto took it and held it up to his left eye, as if inspecting it for any intel he could gather from it now.

"J-J is Neepo-brother. Me no forget Nee-bro." Despite the actual term for brother was Bal Mok, Nee-bro sounded funnier to Jeeto and besides, it was in a slang of Basic he was sure would be understood.

Slipping it into his tool belt, he made his way to what he assumed was a sleeping area. Finding a bed, he removed his bowcaster and belt before flopping on to it and letting out a sigh of relief. Even though it was uncomfortable as hell, it felt like heaven to the exhausted Neepo.

The flight went by quickly, though the Neepo's snoring echoed for many hours as he slept. Once planetside, they parted ways, and Jeeto accessed the datacard. DarkNet- the ones who would even out the powers of the warring factions and see that balance is restored. Jeeto grinned at this, as he held no love for the Sith or the Hutts. The added recording of the mess they got into in Kala'uun was a bonus, one he had downloaded perminantly to his Remote's memory core.

To be safe, he destroyed the datacard so that DarkNet would not be found out from him, should the worse happen. Instead, he waited- waited for the chance to find J-J and this 'DarkNet', and hopefully, cause even more trouble in the galaxy.

Watch out, sentients, because here they come.