Umgul City

[ On the way to the Flight Deck | CR70 Corellian Corvette, The Blasphemy | Docking Bay | Umgul Spaceport | Umgul City ]

Give me fifteen, and we can go for drinks. Give me a couple minutes and I'll have that whole network eating out of my hand. And if things do get scrapy, I'm not afraid to get dirty.

Galdaart had already begun moving, Damron calling after him as he moved off to one of the interior ladders (the lifts had been removed with the ship's "refit.") He called back over his shoulder as he began to climb, I'll keep that in mind. You better hope your boasts are in line with your abilities, 'Tank.' Reaching Deck Two, he walked to the fore ladder-well, which would bring him up directly aft of the flight deck, and began to ascend once more. Ami-Lee had followed, posing her question as they clanked up the rungs of the ladder. Reaching their destination, Fel waited until Ami-Lee had emerged through the deck plating before answering. Wrong question, Doc...

He walked toward the flight deck, and almost forgot that the automated doors weren't functional, stopping short to press a recessed button on the bulkhead, and waited as the door slid slowly open. Not much was working around here. Only what absolutely needed to. He began to prep the ship, flipping on aux systems, and bringing up charts on the holo-projector, flipping through them with no discernable pattern or target in mind. There was no need to prep weapons systems, but he activated the tactical display anyhow, and the sensor suite. Slowly the bridge came to life, and Fel silently motioned to the Navigator's station while punching settings into the navacomp. Not 'where,' but 'who.' He spoke as if slightly distracted (which was likely, since he was -- apparently -- punching in random numbers, much like a child hitting the keyboard, with little knowledge of what they were doing, or why. He got up, seemingly satisfied with his efforts, and walked over to the opposite wall, flipping on a row of monitors and internal displays (life support, fire control, engine management, reactor temperature, as well as CCTV and onboard security (little of which functioned anymore.)

He moved back to the right-hand seat, sitting in the pilot's station and placed his feet up on the holo-projector in the central console. Well, That's all I can think of. This thing's bigger'n I'm used to, but we can kick the tires and light the fires anytime. Let's see if anyone else cares to join us... realizing he may not have actually answered her hey -- did you have any other questions?

[ Flight Deck | CR70 Corellian Corvette, Blasphemy | Docking Bay | Umgul Spaceport | Umgul City ]

Fel tapped one of the External CCTV monitors, which showed several of Umgul's finest, entering the landing pad. He tapped the screen, as if flicking ticks off a dog's back, and checked his chron. It was a touch earlier than the thirty minutes he had promised, but it seemed as though it was time to go. Repulsors would typically have been the way to go, and Fel activated those, dogging exterior hatches remotely, but also fired up the descent-control thrusters, which would keep most any sane sentient away from the ship, lest they needed a real good tanning. It was a rockier takeoff than was normal for a ship of this size, and were it not for the recent mods to the superstructure, Fel would've bet Credits to Tokens that he'd done the ship a disservice. As it was though, he was pretty sure a 'vette had never lifted off quite so quick. All aboard... he said, conversationally. If someone had decided they wasn't goin' their way -- too damn late. Fel fed power to the main engines, and the ship moved off, breaking more than a few local speed and noise bylaws. Just enough to keep 'em awake. Angling for orbit, Fel contented himself with the functions of piloting, which Ami-Lee read off statuses and systems readouts. The door opened once more, and Melia entered, bracing herself against the mild turbulence.

--the hell, Fel? Where we goin'?

Everybody wants to know... he shook his head as they crossed into the Black, and began to lock in the hyperdrive. Amy, m'dear... with any luck... he locked in the navacomp the Mark will be far from here. As for who -- you'd think I was crazy if I told you. Once we're in hyperspace, we'll assemble, and discuss. Fair?

He flipped the necessary switches, as if to punctuate the end of the sentence, and the 'Blasphemy' disappeared into the stars.

He looked squarely at Fel and thoughtfully replied, "I've never fought for nations or causes, those were other men's wars that I had no stake in outcome. I fought only for people, my friends, my-" he paused and looked down and away, the solemn tone he used said all it needed to, he'd lost much in life, possibly everything and it tore at him from deep within. He cleared his throat and sniffed then returned his eyes to Fel, "I fight for people, and I'll fight for people. I don't ask for guarantees Captain, but I can see the value in them. So I'll guarantee this, so long as you need help, I'll help you."


Ty only nodded then grabbed his bottle back from the guy in suspenders and leaned back in his place on the wall waiting on others to answer Fel. It gave him some insight on a few of the people gathered around. He took note of the names and hoped he could find out more about each of them if they were to travel together. He still wasn't sure he should travel with these people, but so long as he didn't draw attention to himself and they kept moving then surely they would all be safe.


Ty wandered through to the galley after the captain had finished speaking, he hadn't brought anything with him but the clothes on his back and the bottle in his hand and as the captain said, they weren't going to be here long so he didn't see the need in getting himself a bunk right away.

Instead he just looked for a couple of glasses and somewhere to sit with a table. With a clank he took the two glasses in hand and sat at a nearby table. Two seats, two glasses, and half a bottle of amber colored alcohol of which he did now know the name. He filled his glass and sat quietly drinking, wondering if he would make it through the whole bottle before someone came by.


And he didn't have to wait long, about half way through his first glass when he heard the ruckus behind him and saw Ellie standing there seemingly lost in thought. "You look like someone with a lot on her mind." He spoke loudly enough for her to hear, before he finished the rest of his drink in a single gulp and refilled his glass and also the one across from him. "Have a drink with me. No one likes to drink alone." He smiled as he sat the bottle down and took up his glass, he'd wait for her before he took his next sip, it would be rude not to.

*Ellie closed her eyes and let out a slow breath. The calm was short lived when she heard Ty speak beside her. She almost jumped, her body tensed up and her head snapped in his direction. Her body slowly relaxed when she saw him.* "I guess you could say that."

*She eyed him and the offered drink before slowly sitting down.* "Thanks." *As she filled her glass, she began to if she should even be drinking more then she had. Pushing the thought aside, she down the glass in one shot.*

*Ellie gave a small grin at his apology.* "It's alright, I just...have a lot on my mind. Yeah, it's Ellie." *She took the glass and held it between her hands. The mention of her heritage made her frown a little.* "I am, yes. Although I haven't been to Mandalore in fourteen years."

"Yaim*, I remember some. The veshok trees around my home. My sister and I having mock fights in the backyard." *Her eyes seemed distant as she remembered these things. She then came back to reality as Ty almost guessed her exact age at the time, which kinda surprised her.* "Nine, actually. Not a memorable day in my life. Being taken from my home, my friends and my parents." *Ellie took a sip from the glass and tried to divert the subject away from that memory.* "So, when was the last time you were on Mandalore?"

*Home.

*Ellie raised a glass to his toast* "Yaim. I'm sorry about your brother." *She took a swig of her drink then thought for a moment. Ty never asked why she was taken. Against her better judgment, she began to tell him.* "I..really wasn't taken from Mandalore by force. Rather, I was sent away at the age of nine. Because..I'm kinda force sensitive. Mandalore wasn't exactly the best place for me to be at that point in time."

She's a ram, sir. At least this is how I'd rig a ship if I intended to slam her into something bigger. ...close, crewman. Close. And under the circumstances, without knowing the particulars of the mission, there's no way Fel could say the reply was 'wrong.' Hellfire -- fact was, she'd make a helluva good battering ram. 'cept that whole bridge-in-the-front-end thing. Trivial. Fel listened as Erik laid out what he saw, what the ship told him. You see a lot, Erik. pointing aft Engines are thataway, I think. Get acquainted, when you've got a tic...

Entin and Orlov Residence - Front Entrance

Nazani, having succeeded in dragging Nemes' body to the left side of the front door, tells his corpse in a shaky voice, "It's gonna be OK buddy. Putting her back to the wall of the house and sliding down into a sitting position, Nazani cringes as the blaster fire and sounds of lightsabers continues from the front of the house. Pulling her knees to her chest, the fear instilled within her by Lyov's use of the Force rendering her almost catatonic, Nazani shivers as she cowers and repeats to herself in a whisper like a mantra she cannot quite believe in, Gonna be OK, gonna be OK."

Kokya, continuing to fire in a less and less controlled manner at the ASP and servant droids firing at her and the others from inside the house all the while, continues to back away hurriedly from the front entrance, her fear of being shot in the back for a time greater than the nearly undeniable urge to flee. Sweeping her blaster rifle to the side to aim for the one of the servant droids that hits Madieke, Kokya fires at it twice and then rises slightly from her crouch as she sweeps the barrel of the rifle back to the right to find another target. Before she can fire on the servant droid that she spots, however, Kokya is hit in the neck and killed by blaster fire from another droid.


Entin and Orlov Residence - Rear and Side Grounds

The three SWAT officers that had been making their way to the rear entrance of the home when Helaine had attacked, cutting down the members of the lead team while engendering nigh uncontrollable levels of fear in them all, are, to a man, spiraling further and further into the depths of panic and dread when they spot the red glow of a lightsaber in the mists ahead of them. Having witnessed that very red glow as their comrades were cut down ahead of them, the three SWAT officers all instantly open fire wildly on where the glow had appeared briefly before disappearing, not one of them registering that they are firing towards the approaching blue glow of the Jedi's lightsaber.

Fortunately for Percival, the blaster bolts that hurl towards him through the mists do not last long, the SWAT officers so intent on firing on where they believe the enemy to be that they fail to note that they come under attack from behind by the very enemy they are trying to kill. The harsh barking of three blaster rifles becomes two, then one, then none as Helaine cuts the officers down one by one.

The SWAT teams that had been tasked with watching over the side exits from the home hear the increasingly panicked comm traffic of Kokya and their fellow officers, at first confused and, when the traffic first dwindles while intensifying in the levels of panic and terror that can be heard in the voices of their comrades, and then ominously ceasing altogether. Saral Rhee, the highest ranking officer after Kokya, assumes command of the operation once contact with Kokya is lost, and the Ishi Tib orders the fireteam that had been stationed on the eastern side of the home to move for the rear entrance to engage who or whatever has caused them to lose contact with the two teams that had been ordered to cover the rear of the home.

Saral, motioning for his two fellow officers to follow his lead, begins rushing towards the front entrance while comming in for reinforcements and EMTs to help any wounded that may have survived.



Cho'zens Way Station

UPD officer Opra Tive looks away from the EMT working on an Alliance soldier that had been shot twice during the brawl that had, by all accounts, ended shortly before he and his fellow UPD officers had arrived on the scene when he hears the scrape of boots on the floor beside him. Looking up at his partner, Opra nods towards the wounded Alliance trooper and tells her, "He'll live."

"I'm so relieved, Saffron quips, tapping her datapad against her thigh as she asks dryly, Want to guess what everyone that was still here saw?"

Shaking his head ruefully, Opra hazards a guess, "Nothing."

"Got it in one, Saffron says, pointing at a decrepit looking security camera in the corner of the ceiling over the bar and asks in a tone suggesting she already knows the answer, That, or any of the others working?"

Arching a bemused eyebrow, Opra confirms, "Not for months. Pointing at the wounded Alliance trooper being put on a stretcher, Opra says, I did get a few descriptions from him after they gave him something for the pain."

"Anything useful?" Saffron asks.

"Probably not, Opra admits with a shrug, then adds, Interesting though. A Mando in full armor was present, along with a human with some distinctive facial scarring we might be able to use to hunt him down if he has a record. The real interesting one though, was who did that to him. Fellow that shot him matches the description of Nathan Reynolds, a name you may remember from more than a few recent barroom brawls here in our fine city."

Clucking her tongue, Saffron points out, "A Mando just being here don't mean they were involved, and with no one saying nothing we don't have a reason to hunt down the scarred dude, do we? Don't seem to recall we have any info on where our Mr. Reynolds is staying either, or about any K.A.'s that might be able to point us in his direction."

"True enough, Opra says almost mournfully, his desire to see criminals of any variety caught and punished and blissfully unaware of the fact that his next suggestion is destined to be a fruitless one since Reynolds is not going to be on Umgul for much longer, Given that our Mr. Reynolds has escalated from brawling to assault with a deadly weapon, however, I think we should at least put an APB out on him this time."

Shrugging, less inclined to believe that finding Reynolds will be an easy matter, Saffron says, "Cool, but you're filling out the paperwork."