Sveta nodded and said "Yes, sir", removing the tablet that she was given from her pocket and pulling up the itinerary. She scrolled to where Pet Shop's entry was and furrowed her brows. "...Hm. According to this, sir, the hawk is imprisoned for going on a murder spree that spanned several planets. One research facility in its path was reported as being essentially a block of ice with a few mangled bodies and bits of debris." Sveta was certain the records had to be mistaken, or at least exaggerating. How could such a tiny bird murder its way through no less than three planets?

Ridley squeezed himself through the door after Midna, leaving his disguise behind, and opened his wings somewhat wider. He grinned as he walked out of the bar and knelt down, spreading his wings to their full span so the human and the Twili could hop on his back.

"Climb aboard."

Docks

In the midst of all the armored Stormtroopers on high alert, there was one particular one who was a bit off. Though armored just as the rest were and thus just another face in the similarly dressed crowd, this particular Stormtrooper moved as if unaccustomed to the armor. Which she was. Birdy found the thing to be rather restrictive and unwieldy, due to her particular uniform being more... free and comfortable. As such, she tended to move with jerky actions and even more stiffly than even a regular Stormtrooper.

"Stupid dingy armor... stupid blinding helmet... Stupid mook gun..." Muttering under her breath, the Alteran continued to fiddle around with the mass produced fire arm and shifted this way and that. It was like being in a coffin, having your senses dulled and the air stale. Birdy continued to mutter obscenities under her breath, her face scrunched up in more than mild displeasure. "If only I was allowed to wear my own thing here."

This particular undercover job was orchestrated by her particular branch of the law enforcement, seperate from the general troopers. Stationed here in case of particularly vile criminals and other assorted pieces of nasty work, her job was to physically subdue anything that the regular folks in white couldn't on dint of her particular abilities. And well, her reputation and appearance was one that was particularly noticable without a disguise. Sadly, she couldn't use the regular method of looking harmless since that'd be suspicious in this set up of similarity, and thus dressed as a Stormtrooper she was for the moment.

After all, she was essentially an Investigator, one who tracked and brought the guilty into prison through specialized means. Naturally, she knew the wisdom of blending in with the crowd. It would allow her the element of surprise, and prevented people from singling her out and thus keeping a particularly close eye on her. Still... the damn thing was so damn uncomfortable! "ARGH! The things I do for justice!" One irate Investigator angrily muttered to herself, fingers wiggling the firearm a bit once more in frustration.

The Docks

Shantae stood in position, sighing of relief as the prison ship finally made its way to the docks. She held her rifle firm as the prisoners were let out one by one in a uniform line. As Shantae looked on, she made mental notes on the prisoners. Some looked the part of highly dangerous criminals while others not so much. With this being her first transfer, Shantae didn't know what these criminals were capable of, but was ready to fight when need be.

Which is what looked like was going to happen when one prisoner started to act up in the line. The situation ended before it began with a shock as soon as he tried to start trouble. Shantae kept an eye on the line, ever vigilant for whatever they may have in store (but mentally giggling at one Stormtrooper who seemed to break formation with their shifting and fidgiting).

Rick's Bar

"Oh, so your one of those loan shark types that people look for when they're in trouble, huh? The types that bash heads in when they don't get paid what they're owed?" Risky asked at Kano as she turned to Kano. She set her bottle onto the bar top. "Sounds pretty brutish, but that's what I like if I have to work with somebody..." she said with a devious smile. She then bowed her head.

"My name's Risky. As you can see from my attire, I'm a space pirate. The best there is, in fact." she said as an introduction. "These creatures you see around me? These are my crewmen. No one knows what kind of species they are, so the people in those port towns I raid call em' 'Tinkerbats'" she said with a scoff, as they looked at Kano. "There are a lot more of these, but this one Federation chick rounded them up and sent them to a prison here after she interfered in a... exporting mission in a port town. Now this is all that remains of my crew now..." she said as she took another sip of her bottle.

"She's been trying to bring me in for months now, but she hadn't gotten to me yet. All I need is my crew back, and maybe if possible do away with that girl. And..." she said as she looked up and down at Kano, "...apparently you are interested, are you not?" she finished, slightly leaning in.

Kiriko listened to the various other plans, not contributing anything. The Tridoron could stay stable in mid-air with the ramp down, so she would just act as a getaway driver. As the others started to leave, she stood up and the hologram around her face returned, filling in what was visible under her hood with a completely different one.

As she walked out of the bar a motorbike rolled up to her on its own, the vehicle ploughing rudely through a crowd and stopping just in front of her. Ignoring shouts from an alien who had just dropped what they were carrying on being hit by it, Kiriko rode off into a seedy-looking back alley towards where she had left the Tridoron.

edited 18th Aug '15 12:20:04 AM by TenebrousGaze

...now that was just insulting.

That Wayne - that was his name, or last name, Pet Shop couldn't be bothered to investigate - had Master's aura all over him. Intriguing, but also sense-numbing. Had he not been in the cage, he would impale the insolent one right away.

...but what could it be? Was it some item that he had on himself? Perhaps he had something inside of him? He had seen some strange species during his journey, so who knew...

He could sense hesitation in the Stormtrooper's voice, the one who read up his achievements. He had little doubt that Wayne or others can be fooled, but for now he decided to play dumb, beginning to preen his wings as if nothing extraordinary was happening around him. If it doesn't work in lowering their suspicion, it should still lower their focus on him with more attention given to other, more dangerous-looking criminals. Like the ork. Pet Shop had a feeling that even being shocked won't shut that thing up so easily.

Docks

-Roaring and thrashing until the collar stops electrocuting him, the ork turns his glare from Peridot to Ricco, single eye delivering enough murderous intent for the pair of them. Wheezing heavily and on his knees, he manages a few halting threats.-

I'z- gunna- keep yer 'ead onna stikk fer dat, 'nid!

-The mekboss' shackled fists rocket forward, aiming for Ricco's midsection.-

-P'Li's heart beats faster on being detached. If her limbs are unbound, and Badzog's antics can distract the guards long enough...-

edited 21st Aug '15 10:07:27 AM by Chabal2

The colonel managed to deflect a good amount of the blow by dodging backwards, but not enough. His stomach took the brunt of the punch, and Ricco clutched at the affected area in pain. He took a step back and, in a obviously practiced movement, took his pistol out and aimed it at the belligerent's green forehead.

"One more move, prisoner," Ricco grunted, his finger on the trigger, "and it's the last one you make this life."

Rick's Bar

Beneath his dark shades, Neo's eyes gave an incredulous look that the rest of his face didn't betray. Noodle man? Was this what Midna was going to call him the entire time he was working with her? He supposed odd nicknames were just her habit, since he'd called that other guy Mr. Shirtless. He followed her and Ridley out of the bar, leaving the empty bowl behind.

When he walked out, the dragon had already spread his wings, inviting Midna and Neo onto his back, and Neo went ahead and climbed on. He tried to imagine how ridiculous all this would sound when he reported back to Morpheus. No, no, the really interesting reactions would be from Cypher and Mouse. But, he supposed, he'd have to wait until it was time to actually make the call back for that.

"Thanks for the ride," he said. Now that he was mentally preparing himself for the mission—"jacking in," they called it back home—he planned on saying anything he had to say in the fewest amount of words possible.

"Oh yeah, it's definitely affected! Eyefected? Either way... yes!" Hajime nodded vigorously, beaming up at her new acquaintance, "But you know, Dak, we have another, way newer saying: an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind!"

Nearby, Rick groaned almost inaudibly. "Hey, cyborg," he inquired of Kano gruffly, "You wanna Pan-Galactic or not? It's forty, else choose another drink."

"Anyway," the brunette barreled on heedlessly, "Hammurabi's kind of laws were crazy severe so people would be like 'Ahhhhhh! Please don't hurt me, great Hammurabi!' and they wouldn't even think about breaking the law in the first place, but Hammurabi lived and died a super long time ago - like, thousands and thousands and thousands of years ago - and in the meantime between ancient history and now, humanity was all 'wow, that's a really incredibly lame thing to base society's rules on!', so we created a totally different system of laws over time based on completely different things that aren't fear, like fairness and equality and stuff!" Hajime thrust a fist into the air the punctuate the end of her spiel, and then whipped her hand downward to flash the Hork-Bajir a peace sign.

"By the way," she continued breathlessly, "What'cha need a lawyer for? You didn't say."

Rick's Bar

"So its the Pan Galactic" Breaking away from his conversation with Risky Kano pulled the Forty out of his pocket and slid it down to Rick. The name of the drink was the Pan Galactic, a name that reminded Kano of the past and with it the memory of his younger self writhing in some back alley Doctor's operating room. That was the price he paid for necking such a powerful drink but things are different now for Kano was older and wiser and no drink was going to beat him.

"And to answer your question about my interest Risky your not wrong but whats in it for me" Kano was not the type to help people out of the good of his heart, if he could get something out of this situation he would try.

Rick's Bar

The landspeeders were nothing more than hoverbikes with added seating on the side, a favorite of taxis and other companies that dealt with mass transportation.

The Docks

"Watch out!" The blonde prisoner yelled, suddenly throwing himself into Ricco's back, trying to push the Xenomorph into the orc's direction. The Warden, hearing this yell, turned around almost immediately, right after liberating P'li's limbs so Peridot could check her wrists for wounds.

That was when another prisoner, a lumbering purple-skinned mass of muscles, threw himself on top of the Warden, pulling along almost all of the other prisoners. They engaged in a half-comedy routine, stumbling on top of each other and pushing any Stormtroopers around, as the Warden wrestled with the purple alien. The prisoners protected the purple alien, pushing Peridot aside and forcing her back.

"DON'T SHOOT!" The Council member yelled as P'li was surrounded by the prisoners, all of them feigning confusion and innocence as the Stormtroopers found themselves unable to do much but surround the prisoners, hands hovering threateningly over their triggers. "IF ANY OF YOU SHOOT, I'LL PERSONALLY—"

-CLICK-

A brief moment of silence followed the unexpected sound, but it didn't last long. The clamps around the prisoner's legs and fists detached themselves from one another, chain after chain falling to the ground. Their hands and feet were still bound, but now, they were free to wreck havoc- and the controls still remained with the Warden, who was now trying to hold the alien back with one arm and reach for the controls with the other.

Docks

-The ork blinks once as his chains fall to the ground. Then his hand shoots out to grab the colonel's weapon and yank at it, lunging towards him to crush him under his body.-

Gimme dat, 'nid, ya don't need a shoota a grot could use wivvout fallin' over!

-P'Li wastes no time as she hears the guards lose their concentration, tugging desperately to remove her helmet.-

edited 21st Aug '15 10:07:15 AM by Chabal2

There wasn't time to think about what had just happened. There's only time enough to fix the situation. Ricco's mouth, free of the blonde prisoner's grappling, opened and screamed "FIRE! OPEN FIRE!" As he fell over to the ground, his pistol was firmly yanked from his grip. He turned his attention to the Ork about to body slam him, and instinctively raised his barbed tail parallel to the prisoner's path in an attempt to skewer him.

Well, that was his door.

With a quick, sudden move of his wings, what was once air became a wall of thick ice, shielding the prisoners from Ricco and Stormtroopers on his side. With another move the cage busted open and Pet Shop was free again.

It wasn't the time to set off in the air though. For now he needed to stir as much confusion as possible to help him get to his target. His eyes set upon the helmeted prisoner. With another move of his wings another helmet of ice gently pressed against it, helping in smashing it open without harming the girl beneath. He needed her alive, for now. If one of the Council wished her alive and she had to have her sight covered completely, Pet Shop imagined that there had to be a good reason for that.

Sveta was briefly startled, but sprang into action, springing onto the green-skinned prisoner's back and digging in with her claws in an attempt to get him off the Xenomorph.

The Docks

"Ah."

When the restraints fell to the ground Ba'al didn't so much as move a muscle, but his soldiers moved quickly to close ranks about their leader. He raised a hand.

"Hol mel! Rin tel nok!"

The grey troopers aimed their weapons at the rebels, but held their fire. Ba'al readied the golden gauntlet device he wore on his left hand, preparing his own weapons and shields, or escape if need be. But he wanted to see how this situation was handled by the federation. It could provide useful ammunition if they were to botch it, endangering the lives of their council as well as his own. In fact, should things become too confusing, it was possible that Wayne or Peridot might meet with an unfortunate death (at the hands of the rebels, of course) leaving a power vacuum and a vacant seat available...

Rick's Bar

"What's in it for you is a cut of those exports from Scuttle Town. Although most of my crew is lost, I still have my fair share to sell off in the intergalactic market." Risky answered to Kano. "If there's one thing that poor planet does well, it's exporting all their stuff out to help themselves. To be fair, they are consistently high quality..." she rambled on as she took another sip of her bottle.

"But I'm rambling right now. Point is, those things are highly valuable, and you'd do yourself a great service by selling them at your own discretion. I'll give you some, only if you help me gain my crew back." she said with a devious smile.

The Docks

As it stood, this transfer went down all but smoothly.

Prisoners across the line started acting beligerent and combative, and the situation was getting tenser by the second. Shantae made her way over to where the other Stormtroopers were as the prisoners started to fight, but she was ordered not to shoot by one of the Council members. Shantae hovered her finger over the trigger as she watched the prisoners, which looked to be as good an action as any as the restraints suddenly was knocked free from the prisoners.

Upon seeing the restraints coming off, Shantae jumped into action and aimed at the prisoners looking to open fire at those that may attack at her area.

The Docks

As if it had broken a dam, Ricco's shouted order set off a cascade among the uncertain ground troops. Instantly falling into formation, they began to fire off volley after volley of bright red lasers toward the targets. The deafening roar from the hail of bolts very nearly eclipsed the colorful stream of curses and repeated cries of, "NOT MY EXPERIMENT!" that began flowing out of Preidot's mouth.

Bruce Wayne stared at all of this with the resigned disbelief of someone who had just watched a trainwreck unfolding in slow motion. "Alright then. I think it's about time to for us to go!" he announced, tossing away what remained of his highly-illegal carcinogen and hoisting his fellow Council member over a shoulder with a sort of practiced nonchalance. "Lord Ba'al, I would advise you to evacuate the area as well." Disregarding his shiny colleague's furious protests, he began to backpedal toward one of the watchtowers-

And not a moment too soon, as the blonde prisoner tumbled away from Ricco and toward the rest of the inmates. A shout and the impact of his hand against the ground was the only warning before the cement itself suddenly rose up as a wall to protect the assortment of newly free sentients from three sides, its edge extending slightly past where Wayne had been standing just a moment before. "Damn!" he cursed, slamming the metallic fist of his right arm into the barricade. "...Well, at least we've still got this idiot as a hostage!" He smirked over his shoulder at their former jailer.

"H-Ha!" the warden scoffed as he desperately tried to throw off the purple musclehead, "You think you can take me hostage?! Think again, you- Oof!" A well placed punch from the big guy laid him out cold, and in short order, the same alien was stomping over the broken remains of the remote control, thumping his chest and roaring out his victory to the sky like a maniac.

This entire series of events proved to be a mixed bag for the prisoners. For one thing, the stormtroopers wouldn't dare to shoot at the ork as long as he was tangled in melee with Colonel Horner, the wall of cement (and Horus' ice) was shielding the rest of them from the endless rounds of inaccurate rifle-fire, and the mechanism for their shackles had been shattered indefinitely. On the other hand, Badzog was still outside of cover, the barrier wasn't nearly high enough to protect any of them from snipers atop the towers, and they were still effectively pinned between the Feds and the deep blue sea.

"Okay!" the blonde pressed, eyes sweeping across the assembled misfits, "Any plans? Any ideas at all?" The blob imprisoning the apparent energy being wobbled a little. It was the only one of them who hadn't actually been freed by the warden's controls. Perhaps its cage was actually some sort of living organism...?

The Docks- Midna

When her group reached the docks, Midna couldn't help but feel surprised. Although Kamina hadn't shown up yet, and the rest of the rebels were just showing up, the supposedly tight security of the Federation had fallen into chaos, as the prisoner's had taken their own warden prisoner.

"It looks like these guys might actually be useful!" Midna noted, "I'll just get a little closer, m'kay?"

Midna floated off Ridley's back, her body disassembling as she moved to ground level. After finding a suitably difficult to notice spot, she reformed, perfectly emulating the shape of a 5'7" human stormtrooper. Taking advantage of the chaos, she slowly moved through the formations of stormtroopers, copying their actions(with an unfortunate absence of actual energy weapon firing) as she attempted to get closer to the barricaded prisoners.

The Docks- Link

As far as Link was concerned, this previously fantastic day had turned into the most spectacular failure he had ever been involved in. First, what should have been a smooth prisoner transfer had been interrupted by a mouthy ork and then the whole group of prisoners collectively determined that it would be intelligent to attack, whilst important officials in their midst made it impossible for the Hylian to fire into the chaos.

And then, the damned prisoners were somehow released from their chains. In a matter of moments, all order was lost, and the prisoners had barricaded themselves with the warden. Luckily for Link, the blond prisoner failed to construct defenses to protect against snipers, and the stormtrooper quickly began carrying out Ricco's order. First going for the large purple prisoner, Link aimed at the criminal's head, firing his shot with the intent of putting down the target. Next, he fired at the blond, then the bird, before moving his weapon back to the ork. If Ricco got out of the ork's proximity, Link would be quick in attempting to end the mouthy criminal once and for all.

Rick's Bar

Kano begun stroking he beard as he considered Risky's offer. On one hand this venture could prove to be risky if Kano's gut feeling on who they were going up against, but on the other hand exports do sell very well if they are of high quality in his experience and besides he had a warehouse filled with weapons of world perhaps he might be able to make a sale when this is over.

"Ive considered your offer love and I think the beats the risk in the end, so consider me on board" Kano had accepted Risky's offer now all he needed was to hear where they were going.

To Neo, it seemed like the trip here had gone by before he'd even known it started. He jumped off of Ridley's back when he was reasonably within range of the ground. As Neo landed, anyone watching carefully would see green streaks, almost like code, traveling down the lenses of his sunglasses.

He followed Midna, keeping an eye on the situation with the prisoners. It looked like they might have a shot at freeing some minds even before the distraction squad showed up. Once she shapeshifted into a Stormtrooper, he kept her within sight, but didn't go too close to the Stormtroopers. In a sea of white, he'd knew his all-black ensemble would mark him as an obvious target. He reached under his leather duster and put a hand on one of the pistols at his sides. If someone attacked him or Midna, he knew he couldn't afford to be unprepared.

Kiriko returned to the Tridoron and moved it, getting as close as she could to the prisoner transfer without being seen. She left Midnight Shadow in the Tridoron, which should hide it from any detection scans.

As she left her ship once again and put on her own armour she approached the crowd. She had Colourful Commercial create a hologram around her to look like one of this planet's Stormtroopers but kept to the side of the crowd, as bumping into any troopers might tip them off due to the difference in shape. For now, she just waited for one of her allies or a more powerful prisoner to act, ready to support.

Docks

-Sveta's tackle catching him off guard, the ork spins and falls backwards next to the xenomorph, gun firing haphazardly.-

Gerroff or you'z squigbait!

-P'Li's helmet shatters, freeing her head. Squinting from the sudden brightness, she brings her hands up to her ears against the sudden rush of sound, when she sees a green shape among the guards. Taking a deep breath, her arms fall from her head and cross under her chest, while her eyes seem to be slowly pushing their way out of her skull as the Spiral Force builds up behind them.-

Sveta managed to spring off of the orc's back just before he tipped over, moving a safe distance away from his wild shots before leaping back in to see if she could nab his gun. It wasn't going to be easy, but as long as she could get him nonfunctional, she was alright with the outcome.