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Post by Crazy O on Sept 25, 2010 19:52:49 GMT -5
Kitana could sense the people that were joining the fray, but outside was something worst, she could sense Elizabeth coming towards the club. She needed to get out of the area before she joined in the fight, as she could not bring herself to her Liz. Kitana went into overdrive, She could sense the sniper, a man with massive focus bring his rifle to bear at her head. She focused on this attack, stepping away from it to avoid the blaster. This however allowed the ACP and a blaster bolt to strike her armor, braking off small pieces of the Sith Alchemy altered coral.
Kitana then launched herself upwards using the the Force and landed on the catwalk. She did not stop on the catwalk however, but pushed off again and using the force punched through to the next floor. She then walked over to the stairs and headed up towards the roof. If any of the people were stupid enough to follow her, she would simple use her ability to manipulate minds to deal with them. She needed to get out of the area, find some new clothing and possible a scumbag to feed off of to replenish her life force that the forming the armor around her consumed.
Meanwhile Elizabeth walked back towards the from of the Club when a speeder drove into the building making her have to jump out of the path she stood up and walked back over with the static blaster in hand. She looked into the hole and could not see Kitana anywhere. She slowly walked in with the weapon shouldered, look at the massive damage. "Where did the Sith go." She tried shouting over the music which was blasting. She noticed their was a hole in the ceiling and was not sure if it was caused by Kitana's escape or if it was just damage caused by fight.
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Post by MikDaTv on Sept 25, 2010 20:53:50 GMT -5
As the sith lady dove upwards through the roof of the club, Runt cursed. He jumped through the window he was in front of and ran over to Danny. "Ok Senior, your going to be fine. Lets get you up." Runt helped Danny to his feet and helped walk him over to the van.
Hefty hauled the side door to the van open and jumped in. Tank turned around and pointed to the back. "Detpack! Detpack!"
Hefty turned around and saw the explosive with the blinking red light on. He picked it up and disarmed the explosive then turned around to help Danny and Runt in. As Runt helped Danny sit down in the back. Hefty climbed out and looked up towards the DJ station. "Hey!" he shouted up to the woman that had helped them. "You've become the enemy of a Sith tonight! You might want to come with us. This is a limited time offer."
Tank shook his head. "Hefty, we don't have time to pick up strays." the driver said.
Tank pounded on the side of the van. "She helped us Tank. Senior might have been killed."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2010 21:05:46 GMT -5
Peeking up and over the DJ station with her blaster in hand, Ambellina once again assessed the situation. She had seen the enemy leave, and as she turned off the music she heard no more blaster fire, but one of the clones yelling to her. She holstered her blaster back into its secret place and began her dismount of the platform.
With nearly inhuman grace she stepped up and over the edge of the table, entering a free-fall from 40 feet above the floor, somersaulting in mid-air. She used the flexion from her knees to absorb the shock of the fall and hit the ground in stride, moving the the van quick. She hopped in, smoothing her dress down and looking around.
"Sic Semper Tyrannis...I can't stand to see an unfair fight. I figured that she was a Sith, and I have no qualms about working for the common good every once in a while."
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Post by MikDaTv on Sept 25, 2010 21:53:02 GMT -5
"Yeah, whatever lady, just sit down and buckle up." Hefty said as he and Tank switched positions. Tank moved into the back and started pulling out his medical supplies while Hefty climbed into the drivers seat and put the van in reverse. The Van's engine was sounding pretty sick at this point, after being rammed through a building they couldn't expect it to go very far.
Tank was busy cutting Danny's shirt off when Danny spoke up. "We're going to need some new transportation. City traffic cams will be able to ID this one."
Hefty gaves a thumbs up from the drivers seat. "I'll keep an eye out." The driver said as he put the van in drive and started down the street.
Tank told Danny to be quite for a second and grabbed the commando's dislocated shoulder. "Senior, this is going to hurt."
Danny nodded and closed his eyes. Tank put pressure on the joint until his shoulder popped back into place. Danny's eyes came open and he gasped sharply in pain. He had to take a few breaths before he could speak again. "Runt... get all our weapons and get them loaded, then get on coms and monitor the local police scanner for info about our exploits tonight."
Runt nodded and gathered everyone's weapons. Tank pulled out a bacta spray from his pack and sprayed it on Danny's chest, then began wrapping it in a bandage. Danny breathed a little easier and let his head rest back against the side of the van. His eyes shifted over to look at Ambellina. "Thanks."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2010 22:05:34 GMT -5
Ambellina pursed her lips tartly and raised her eyebrows in a smart expression at being addressed so rudely by Hefty. She strapped herself in and watched as one of the clones tended to the injuries of the one who had been under attack. Her expression softened when he thanked her.
"Please, don't mention it. The pleasure was all mine...By the by, while I'm extending the olive-branch, I know of a few places where we would be safe if you don't mind, how shall I say...seedier individuals."
A twinkle came to Ambellina's already striking eyes.
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Post by MikDaTv on Sept 26, 2010 2:14:33 GMT -5
"That won't be necessary, we need to get back to our safe house." Danny said to her quietly as he concentrated more on breathing.
"She might have an idea there Senior." Tank said. "The Gunmen probably won't let us near them with the kind of heat we have right now. Best find somewhere to lay low for a bit, then go back and contact them."
Runt nodded his head. "We need to find a new speeder first and foremost."
Danny considered the thoughts for a few moments before nodding his head slowly. "Ok Ma'am, if you'd be so kind to give my driving friend some directions, we'll go to one of your safe places. Runt and Tank, once we get there you two will be on speeder duty. Find us something suitable to drive. Hefty, your job will be to police and hide all our equipment in the van here."
A round about of acknowledgments sounded around the van. Runt looked over to Danny and started signing with his hands. It was their personal combat sign system and he was asking about what they should do if the woman was leading them into a trap. Danny signed back that if it was, Ambellina would be the first to die.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2010 15:13:29 GMT -5
A slight frown touched Ambellina's lips at the sight of the sign language. The Drasnia family of Orlais had employed such a language, and it had taken her weeks to catch onto it. Being out of the loop upset her, but she didn't let it show for long.
"Quadrant E-50, Hell Haven...not even the Military Police enter that zone. A friend of mine named Jag keeps a place there for me. It's about fifteen minutes away from here, maybe twenty with a detour for a new lift."
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Post by MikDaTv on Sept 26, 2010 21:35:57 GMT -5
Gray Team spent the rest of the trip in silence. Runt had his eyes closed with his head in a pair of ear phones listening to the police scanner. Tank was prepping more medical supplies for Danny, giving him a batca shot to the chest to help heal his ribs. Hefty was driving the van as casually as he could, despite the smoke pouring from the rear and the sound of the engine only got worse.
As they got close to the spot indicated by Ambellina, Danny pointed to a side street. "Hefty, park us a few blocks away. We can walk the rest of the way. Everyone has their assignments, lets get it done."
Danny took a pain pill and stood up. Runt packed his com gear into his pack and shouldered it. Hefty pulled the van into park on the side of the street and jumped out.
Runt opened the rear door and jumped out with Tank. "We will find us some transportation. What do you guys think? double decker bus or bright yellow stretch limo?"
Tank punched Runt in the arm. "I'll make sure it's something inconspicuous." Tank said.
Hefty started pulling everyone's packs out of the van. "I'll find a nice safe dumpster somewhere to stash our stuff and then run perimeter."
Danny hopped out and held out a hand to help Ambellina out of the van. "Me and the Miss here will go see her safe place and we'll all meet up upon M.C. Burst your locators every 10 minutes."
All four clones nodded their head once in unison and broke apart, setting up on their various tasks.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2010 22:13:11 GMT -5
Sliding from the back of the van, Ambellina got her bearings. It wasn't a long walk to the hide-out from there, but it was long enough that she was glad she had gotten rid of her heels.
"Right this way..."
The young woman strode out onto the street and took a left. She kept her pace slow so that Danny would be able to keep up with his injuries, and after twenty minutes or so they arrived at a door that everyone seemed to avoid getting too close to. This was mostly because of the large Gamrrean standing in front of it with a blaster pistol and large axe. As Ambellina approached she inclined her head slightly towards Danny and the Gamorrean gave a dopey nod.
As they entered the building Ambellina and Danny passed by several rooms, all of which had unwholesome activities occuring in them. Such activities ranged from blatant drug abuse to gambling, to more sexual pursuits. Finally the pair came to a neat room where the lights were not dim and there was no music blaring or sweaty people doing vile things. Ambellina stepped inside and was greeted by a Twi'lek, wearing boxers and a bath-robe, as he came from the wet-bar. There were three humans dressed in all black standing in three of the corners of the room.
"Ah, Amby, what a lovely surprise. I was just thinking about you, my dear. Come, come, have a seat...and you've brought a friend. Please, make yourself at home."
Jag nearly never spoke in Galactic Basic, even though he was quite fluent in the language. He only used it when he had something very important to say. His eyes were yellow and his pale pink skin seemed to be stretched just a little bit too tightly over his rotund figure.
"Always a pleasure, Jag, though you know I've told you never to think of me when you're at home all alone."
Here Ambellina alighted on a large recliner, crossing her legs politely and motioning towards a similar seat for Danny.
"This is my friend Senior...we ran into a spot of trouble over at Marjolane's den earlier tonight and find ourselves in need of my room."
The Twi'lek sipped his drink, casually assessing the two of them over the rim of his glass. He spent a long while simply looking them over before speaking abruptly.
"Of course, of course...Though as I'm sure you know, you are to keep quiet about everything that goes on here in exchange for your stay at Hell Haven...I would ask no other price of such a lovely lady and her...friend..."
Smiling politely, Ambellina stood and kissed Jag upon the cheek. She then turned to Danny, unsure of his level of competence in Ryl.
"The only price of tonight's stay will be our discretion...Thank you, Jag..."
Ambellina exited the room and led Danny up the staircase at the end of the hallway and into a lavishly furnished room which she unlocked with a keycard produced from some unknown place in her dress.
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Post by MikDaTv on Sept 27, 2010 1:42:46 GMT -5
Danny's eyes stayed open. While he realized what was going on in this place, he was more focused on entry and exit points, structural weaknesses and escape routes. They weren't going by their original plan now and that meant they needed to be as prepared as humanly possible.
When they came to the room he merely listened. Ambellina did most of the talking and when offered to sit, Danny accepted and sat down, keeping his posture and his awareness unchecked.
When Ambellina explained to him that they would be safe here so long as he kept quiet about it, Danny nodded once. "There won't be any trouble from us." He said simply while making a mental note to have everyone learn to understand Ryll.
When they reached the room, Dany immediately set about looking for bugs, or other electronic monitoring devices. After sweeping the room to make sure it was clear he touched his throat mic. "I'm in position. Hows everyone doing?"
"Our stuff his hidden in a place we can come back to later." Came Hefty's voice in his ear. "I'm walking the block right now, i don't see any sign of a tail."
"Runt here. We have sighted a target, moving in for the kill. Light meat or dark?"
"He means we found another van. Standby for an update." Tanks voice quickly cut in.
Danny smiled and pushed in on this throat again. "Understood, keep me updated. Senior out."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2010 10:09:45 GMT -5
Ambellina watched patiently as Danny assured himself of the security of the room. She had done so herself in the past, but had come to learn that Jag considered spying a form of stooping...and Jag chose never to stoop.
"Please excuse me while I slip into something more comfortable."
The young woman disappeared into an adjacent room, shutting the door behind her. After a few minutes she reemerged, hair tied into a neat bun and wearing a simple black blouse and black slacks. She was in her stocking feet and didn't make a sound as she glided across the floor. She had her blaster strapped to her thigh in plain sight.
"Try to make yourself comfortable...I'm sorry, I'm not sure I caught your name."
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Post by MikDaTv on Sept 27, 2010 10:58:45 GMT -5
"Comfortable isn't in the job description miss. We won't be comfortable until we RTB." Danny replied, taking a glance out a window to the street below. It was a sheer drop which Danny liked because it meant they could hook up repelling lines to be ready in case they needed to exit quickly through the window.
He turned towards her and smiled. "My name is Senior. It's a codename but it's the name my men call me by. I'm afraid if i tell you anything more it puts me, my men and you in danger."
He gave the room one more glance around before sitting down in a chair. "Thanks again for helping us back at the club. We appreciate it. That got... a little out of hand."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2010 14:23:27 GMT -5
The clear, bell-like sound that was Ambellina's laugh sounded.
"Out of hand to say the least...who was she? I noticed that you were stalking Holt...was she meant to stop you?"
Ambellina's thoughts moved to the man who had negated her efforts to win the attentions of the Admiral's assistant for the night and she immediately regretted not shooting him while she had had the chance.
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Post by MikDaTv on Sept 27, 2010 14:36:40 GMT -5
"That was Princess... well queen now i guess, Kitana. She's better known in the Empire as Lady Nachta." Danny explained. "I'm not sure what she was doing there, but she's one of the Sith that surround the Emperor. We're lucky we got out of there alive and unharmed."
Danny stretched out his back and chest at the mention of being unharmed, feeling out his ribs and making sure the bandages were on tight. "As for Lieutenant Holt, he was... a coincidence. He could have gotten us access to Imperial Facilities. We didn't really want him. We were going to mug him outside the club and take all his identification papers."
Danny left out some key points in the plan, such as the Lone Gunmen's involvement, who they were working for and what the end game was. But he disclosed enough to give her an outline of their plan. "Mission is scrubbed now. We'll have to find some why to exfiltrate off the planet and get back home. That will have to wait until things calm down though."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2010 14:44:05 GMT -5
At the mention of the Princess Ambellina's eyes opened wide. She leaned forward in her seat, gripping the edge of it.
"Surely you jest...I...I fired on the Queen?"
Ambellina's life as The Lady depended entirely on remaining low profile on this planet. She had possibly stepped on her own toes by helping these men. Though, there was no way to be sure that anybody had even seen her.
"I don't know what to say."
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