Delanie ushered the down the alleyway, deactivating each trap and resetting it once they were clear. She raised her hand several times when she thought she heard a suspicious noise. Minutes later, she signaled the all-clear and they went on.
She checked her scanners. Without the dampeners in the warehouse, the blips came through loud and clear. SIS frequency. KNEW these two guys weren’t part of them. Looks like they’re some sort of fugitives.
A shadow moved around the corner and Delanie’s blasters came up. It resolved itself into a familiar Zabrak mercenary.
"This way," Akaavi Spar said. "Captain, they’re coming from all sides of the sector."
Both had a feeling that their luck was about to run out as they followed Delanie through the alleyway. Keeping their blasters ready though when one of Delanie ‘s people showed they had to restrain themselves from following through. “How much further Delanie? ” Kennith asked as he managed to steal a glace at the sensor. This wasn’t good their gig was up and soon it would come down to either a shoot out or a wild chase. Either way though there was still the SIS after them.
In response, Akaavi ushered them all into the basement of a completely different building. She and Delanie slammed the doors shut and bolted them. Delanie flipped the cover off a pad in the wall and typed in a code. The overhead lights came on red, then turned green.
"We should be able to wait them out here. Akaavi, are the scramblers and dampeners up on full? Whoever’s after us was able to zero in on the warehouse."
The Zabak nodded and smiled, showing teeth. “I am gratified that Risha insisted on the latest Czerka security upgrade. If they come here, they have more luck than you do, Captain.”
Delanie rolled her eyes, then she addressed the duo. “As long as we keep quiet-like, we should be able to wait them out. The thing is, we can’t send out any signals or they’ll try to trace us again. We’ve got enough supplies in this safehouse for several days, so…”
The pair allowed themselves to be rushed into a basement and watched as the doors were locked and a code was punched in.
"I’m guessing the lights are linked to the system?" Goa mused as he watched them change color. At least that was one indicator for their own safety. Thought at the rest of the news the two shared a look. They needed to get back in touch with HQ within the next 24 hours, an longer an someone might wander out looking for them causing more problems.
"Well lets hope they don’t linger," Kennith muttered as he looked about the safe house. "We’ve had enough trouble as it is."
I’m putting the NV cats out hopefully no one flies off
While Kennith went to Star’s medbay, Kezz, Star and Rikk went over to the Defender. Kezz wanted to look for any clues to pinpoint the identity of the attackers, He automatically went into his Special Investigator’s mode.
"Looks like they really trashed the place," Rikk commented. "I’m gonna work on the thrusters; we can stabilize our drift."
"Even if they didn’t find what they were looking for, they cleaned out the place of any valuables," Star added. "I don’t think I’ve seen a place picked so clean."
Kezz brought up the security monitors, but the records had been wiped, coldly and efficiently.
Whoever attacked the Defender knew exactly what they were doing.
Kennith waited watching Ixchelle closely before his thoughts wanderd off to the blaster. If these people had attacked Ixchelle to look for something related to the code on the blaster then maybe that’s why it had been given it. Nobody would of ever guessed that an Imp with no blood ties to the family would of been given a code for some account.
Kennith smiled some at the thought and stood up and knocked gently on the kolto tank. “Come on Ixchelle, I think you have a few answers for me. “
Ixchelle’s eyes fluttered, then shot open in surprise as she saw who was at the other side of the glass. Guss Tuno, Star’s medic, came in and said, “Ah, she’s awake. Let’s get her out of the tank. I’m sure you two need to have a chat.”
Fifteen minutes later, Ixchelle managed to get most of the kolto out of her hair and eyes. “What are you doing here, Cipher? And where’s Doc? I swear, if you have anything to do—” She broke off, and gazed at him. “You didn’t attack us. You…rescued us?”
Kennith didn’t think that his light tapping was going to actually wake Ixchelle and was a bit suprised at the fact. “Huh, didn’t think that would of actually worked.” he muttered to himself before moving out of the way fr the medics to care for her.
Once she was out he barely got a word in when she started asking questions. He was a bit put off though at the accusation that he had attacked them but allowed Ixchelle to come to relization on her own.
"Yeah, we caught your signal by just a hair. Don’t worry though your Doc is fine and so far no one has come anywhere close to our location." he said watching Ixchelle wondering how long it was going to take for her to relax fully.
"But," he said as he reached back for the wrapped blaster. "I have a feeling that your attacker was looking for this." he said as he unwrapped it slowly and carefully making sure not to let the blaster touch his own skin. "Would you mind explaining?"
When you joke about something in a video game and it actually fucking happens
i remember when i was like 11 i wisecracked about roy and mewtwo being cut from brawl and look what fucking happened
i’d sworn to never ironically joke about smash since
juczerro said: ¤ (my agent Zaharian. Why not hah) btw, I'm kavoklegacy. :)
((So they both have issues holding their drinks, laughs))
Location: ‘Snipers Roost’ - Sub floor of the Imperial Agents Cantina
Kennith wasn’t sure what had exactly happened he had showed up to talk to someone, but now there was horrible singing and a number of drinks were being spilled here and there and someone had put way too many tookens in the machine. His drink was swishing wildly in his glass as he danced without a care when suddenly a pair of lips landed on his.
'Hmm?” his eyes opened a bit as a drunken smile crossed his face. It took a moment or two before he noticed who it was. “Why hello there,” he chuckled as he placed an arm about Zaharain.
Fekes in turned listened to Elsa, though unlike her he paid a bit more attention to it. He nodded his head along though he smiled at the mention of his master. Tousen had been kind to him, and had enough patience to lead him away from that mindset that had been forced onto him. But he knew that he still struggled with it, but it was better than before. At least he wasn’t being physical or threatening in his actions. Though at the moment he recited the code over and over again in his mind.
"Yeah, he did." he muttered as the droid chirped as they finally left hyperspace and Tython came into view. Fekes could only sense the force from the planet but was glad to finally have arrived. "I guess get ready." he said as the ship shifted and dipped into the atmosphere. After a few long moments they were finally planet side and Fekes couldn’t help but take a deep breath of air.
"Well come on." he said waiting for Elsa to join him.
With a sigh and hesitation, Elsa pulled up her hood and joined Fekes out of the ship. Like Fekes, she took a deep breath of air. She closed her eyes and felt something that she hasn’t felt in a long time. Realizing that she stayed like that for too long, she coughed and took a step forward
“Lead on. I don’t remember the way.” She said with a lie.
Fekes ‘watched’ Elsa waiting for her to join him but he smiled at her and nodded his head. “Right this way.” he said leading the way through the small space port and off to the temple. If he was sensing things right their master was in his usual place.
A short walk later after passing through the training fields and into the temple it’s self Fekes walked down the hall to the room that their master had. “I’m back Master Tousen” he said lightly knocking before waiting for an answer.
Oh gods I’m so sorry to whoever was standing right outside the gym.
I lead the swarm right at you without meaning to. I was low on health and everything had gone red and I panicked. And then you were there fighting one thing only to be swarmed by many things