Star Wars: Omerta

Relian frowns, glancing at Myr and fingering his blaster. He respond over his com. "Got it...Anything to worry about Captain?"

As if fate-or something, at least, had a sense of humor, Relian's question was abruptly answered. In the cockpit, the scanners gave an alarmed beep as the gunship's weapons began to power up. The voice came back over the intercom, now, still lazy, but with an edge.

"Going to have to ask you allow us to board, Erewhon Noir. Scans are picking up irregularities. Please don't do anything stupid."

Through the cockpick window, Tiberius can see the gunship approaching at full speed, about eleven o' clock horizontal, and 45 degrees "up." The computer beeps again, indicating that it was trying to establish a weapon's lock.

edited 10th Sep '13 6:32:14 PM by Drtentacles

"I think that's a new record for how fast a job's gone south"

Mys looked at the Com and just sighed. Then she looked at the rest. "Okay, can you rearrange some of the crates to be cover in a firefight if we need it?"

"Will do."

Myrissa nodded her head and climbed out of her seat, moving over to the crates and moving some of the smaller ones out of the way.

CH3-RN0 gave Myrissa a look of disdain, as best he could without a proper face, as he started moving crates. His massive mechanical might made the task far easier and quicker for him. Once the crates were more properly arranged for anti fire fight purposes, the cargo hauler droid settled down near the most likely point of entry for the probable pirates and appeared to go into sleep mode.

In the bridge, Tiberius can see the gunship fly closer, eventually coming to a halt alongside the Erewhon Noir, weapons still powered up. There's a pause, then a cable fires out from above the Gunship's port airlock, embedding itself next to Noir's own. It reels in, the two ships moving closer, then a flexible, folded boarding corridor starts to extend between the ships, locking around the Noir's airlock.

There's a pause, the ship silent except for a faint pounding on the other side of the airlock. With a rush of equalizing pressure, the inner door to the Noir's cargo-bay entrance opens. In the doorway stands a hulking Trandoshan, clad in piecemeal full-body armor, a large scattergun held in it's claws. It takes no notice of CH 3-RNO, instead, sniffing the air, starting to move into the hold, looking around. Behind it, the crew can see other figures-quite a few of them.

edited 12th Sep '13 10:58:01 AM by Drtentacles

Mys looked at the Trandoshan, her hand clasped behind her back.

"Hello. May I see some identification before I let you on board?"

Drew stayed ducked under the crate, alert and ready. Mys was taking a big risk, but maybe things would end peacefully after all. Or maybe things would end with people getting their heads ripped off by a cargo droid and impaled by caster bolts.

edited 12th Sep '13 11:06:17 AM by nman

The Trandoshan stares at Mys, a flicker of confusion it's eyes, before she can see it tense, snapping the scattergun up at her and pulling the trigger.

Mys immediately dropped as soon as the gun game up, letting herself fall on her back and rolled sideways, to get out of the firing zone.

CH3-RN0 cancels his apparent sleep mode and returns to his full 2.2 meter height. One massive fist reaches forward to take a hold of the back of the head of the trandoshan that had fired at Mys. If the grab was successful, CH3-RN0 would then swing the apparent leader of the group into the other pirates that were nearby. If the head happened to be ripped off due to this, well, CH3-RN0 wouldn't be to upset.

"Let me guess," a voice said over the intercom. "Things didn't go as planned."

Tiberius loaded his rifle and moved towards the cargo bay.

"No, they did not!" Mys shouted at the com, a few feet away, and got behind a crate, drawing her blaster and opening fire.

Since he didn't want to risk hitting Cherno at the time, Drew used the time to move behind the crates towards the crate closest to the entry. It wouldn't hurt to have one person with the element of surprise here. Well, hopefully it would hurt, but the boarders instead of the crew.

As soon as the shooting started, Myrissa ducked behind some crates for cover and decided to wait out the firefight.

The scattergun blast still clips Mys, long, painful burns tearing across her back. Not life-threatening, but they hurt like hell. The Trandoshan snaps the rifle for another shot when CH 3-RN 0 reaches for him, the droid catching him by surprise. CH 3-RN 0 manages to get a grip on the back of the creature's armor, but can't quite find purchase, the creature twisting, one hand reaching up to grab CH 3-RN 0's arm, straining against his strength, bringing the Scattergun around to try to shoot the droid at point-blank range.

Behind the struggling pair, they can see more shapes moving. A human, clad in rag-tag body armor, moves into the light, holding a pistol in a two handed grip, then levels the barrel at Mys, snapping off a few shots which slam into the shipping crate next to Mys.. He hasn't taken notice of Drewbacca yet, choosing to use the doorframe of the airlock as cover. Now that they've got a better view of the attackers, they can see an insignia on their rag-tag armor-a claw wreathed in flame, and a bloody-bird looking thing.

edited 12th Sep '13 5:10:21 PM by Drtentacles

Mys ignores the pain, hissing a curse in Old Corellian, and aims her gun. The Blaster-Rifle Strength shot she then loosened at the human targeted slightly above center of mass.

edited 12th Sep '13 5:16:37 PM by 3of4

Drew readies his bowcaster, but because of where he's standing, and where the human is taking cover, he can't line up a shot. Instead, he fires a shot at the Trandoshan.

As the Trandoshan spins around CH3-RN0 launches his other fist forward pouring an electrical charge through both limbs, as its piston suddenly extends to slam into the pirate with massive force in an attempt to stop the fleshbag from even getting a shot off at the old Sith Wardroid.

The Trandoshan's scattergun goes off, punching a hole in CH 3-RNO's side- diagnostic reports start to pop up, broken servomotors, leaking coolant, and destroyed sensors from the blast. He's still operational, but it was an ugly hit. His shockfist slams into the lizard, punching into the armor, and it convulses, firing another blast from the scattergun into the wall, then Drewbacca's bowcaster shot hits it in the back, the plasma-charged bolt breaking through it's armor, and the creature drops to the ground, blood oozing from it's wounds.

The human ducks into cover when Mys shoots, her shot flying past him, one of the figures behind him crumpling to the ground. Mys can see a twi-lek dart into cover next to the doorframe, popping out of cover, a flurry of pistol shots slamming into CH 3-RNO's armor, boiling off chunks. More bolts fly out of the airlock, a wild spray of covering fire at Mys, raining down molten metal on her.

Tiberius arrives at the battle, on the upper catwalk around the cargo hold. Below, he can see the crew struggling to fight off the boards, a withering hail of fire coming from the airlock. It looks like they're substantially outnumbered, though the airlock, thus far, has been working as a chokepoint.

edited 13th Sep '13 5:07:52 PM by DrTentacles

Mys ducks as the spray rains down on her, but immediately comes up again, restarting her methodic fire.

Seeing the flurry of covering fire, Drew hops back behind a crate, and starts shoving it, hoping to push it in front of the airlock to shrink the size of the choke point even further.

CH3-RN0 shrugs off the hail of blaster fire as he picks up the downed trandoshan and proceeds to throw the reptilian humanoid at the incoming boarders. His left cortosis alloyed fist slides down to cover the gaping wound in his side, as he falls back to contemplate his next action.

Myrissa continues hiding behind a crate, peeking out once and nearly gets a lasbolt through her head, before ducking back behind the crate.