Within the Hanger, Just outside of the Idiot’s Array
*** Godless Matron Docking Bay***
Ozosi continued to prod the Kiffar into listening to her direction as she knew the man would simply follow his own will.
“Tisto?! Are you listening to me? We should be working tog-,” she stopped mid-sentence to see him turn to her as the enemy patrols rushed in towards him with his body poised to respond to them with any maneuver he chose. He flashed a smirk, noticing the Chiss-Togruta gasping and leaving her mouth a gap as she screamed his name again. Watching the quickened movement of the man’s hand, the woman’s eyes widened as her teammate sent out his hand in a flash, grabbing a Rodian gunman by his throat. As Tisto held the man with his left hand, he crushed the trachea of the man and his eyes moved towards the others with a glowering stare as his facial features darkened with malice.
This look upon Tisto caused the others to jump back with a couple pulling their blasters up to aim at him.
“Sum punk you are,” one large Shistavanen male roared, motioning for the others to encircle Tisto, who followed his orders as various species of men and women came forward to place their blaster’s sights on the Kiffar. “Put yer hands up and turn yer back to me.” The Shistavanen motioned his blaster again for Tisto to follow orders while another of the mercenary’s team mutter profanity, spewing out a few words about the Kiffar’s mark upon his face.
“Frakin’ dir-,” the Iktotchi mercenary spoke only one complete word before Tisto had released the formerly alive Rodian and moved in quick session over to the Iktotchi to punch him clean in his gut before grabbing his head. With the feel of the Iktotchi’s skull beneath his fingers, Tisto smirked again, allowing just a mere moment for his prey to respond. All the mercenary could muster was a scream as he dropped his blaster, which Tisto took as his signal to slam the man’s head into his knee and then placed a powered shock-punch to his head, knocking him out completely.
“Fraaakin’ hell?!” One of the mercenaries, a scraggly small Ewok screamed as he turned to run, dropping his blaster to the metal floor with a clank. The other mercenaries who maintained their cover with their armored helmets began to take steps backward as they eyed Tisto suspiciously. They completely ignored the Chiss-Togruta hybrid who had taken the moment of the shocking revelation these were not mere pushover opponents for them to get behind the Shistavanen captain and ignited her saber through his side. Her attempt was to disarm the man, which she succeeded until she realized there were other mercenary patrolmen who had made their way to the commotion.
Tisto… we need to do something about this, Ozosi touched his mind with a quick flow of thoughts, attempting to give him ideas which she discerned immediately her teammate would ignore these orders. What she didn’t pick up on until she caught a glimpse of the Kiffar’s movements was one mercenary had already fired a shot at her and Tisto was quick to push her out of the way but still caught the burning sensation of the blaster meeting his shoulder.
“Ya damned idiot, Tiny!” He shouted as he charged after the mercenary who fired the shot, jumping into the air and allowing the force of his jump to push his fist through the air until it landed upon the mercenary’s helmet, immediately sending waves of electricity throughout their body.
The wounded Shistavanen moved his arm up to whistle for more reinforcements before he passed out from blood loss. The Ewok who ran away initially returned with another wave of mercenaries, this time a small group of three. Ozosi could hear the thoughts of Tisto as he counted those around him.
One… two… three… now there is seven in total…
The Chiss-Togruta hybrid frowned, realizing this heist was going to take longer than she believed and took a deep breath in before she muttered words into her comlink.
“Keiji, we need you to hurry,” her words echoed in a distorted sound as the Togruta Odanite worked his way upon the ship which would be called the Idiot’s Array while the main mercenaries were distracted with the others in the hanger.
“Roger. Working on getting the ship released and ready for loading,” he continued to answer her plea with confirmation he had arrived to the command deck with the ship rumbling in a low hum as it slept. “Okami? You there?”
*** Within the Control Room ***
The comlink gave out a distorted blurb of noise as the communication between the two Odanites began.
“Aye, Keiji,” she answered, “I assume you’re on the ship now?”
“That would be a correct assumption,” the Togruta smirked as he laughed. “The other two are creating quite a stir below. You might have to come help them out once we have the ship ready to leave the docking bay. Could you give me the commands to start this ship up?”
Luna looked towards Tarvitz as she knew he could hear the radio. “Think you could give him a hand in getting the ship released and started?”
The Odanite nodded, moving around the control room to find the station of which controlled the docking and releasing procedures. He also motioned over for Solari to come assist him as his teammate confirmed with a quick word about his ability to control the ship as well as his knowledge about some simple procedures.
While these two worked upon the system, the Odanite mercenary returned her attention through the glass windows of the control room to watch the two ‘children’ fighting below as enemy mercenaries had surrounded them. As she watched, a sense of urgency came upon her yet she allowed it to flee. She knew she needed to hold this position and felt she could depend upon the two below. Even still, she felt the desire to head down to protect her team with her might and assist them with recovery once the deed was finished.
“Almost have it,” Solari had spoken with regards to his attempts at finding the information from the main terminal and Tarvitz nodded with approval as he stood at the secondary terminal, working to find the codes to release the ship from docking.
Luna weakly smiled, reporting the results to Keiji as he continued to work his own magic upon the ship.
*** Within the Commanding Deck on the Idiot’s Array ***
Upon the ship, Keiji spewed profane words as the ship reported denials of his attempts to activate based on the instructions that were conveyed through the radio. The Togruta stopped in the middle of one attempt as his montrals reverberated sounds of metal and hard steps through the hall outside the command station.
“Frak,” he muttered with the radio still live of which Ozosi and Luna both spoke out in concern Keiji’s name just seconds later.
“Guys, there are men upon the ship now,” he returned their concerned hailing upon the radio with a simple report regarding his status upon the ship being compromised. As he turned the station off and quickened his steps across the deck to hide in the shadows, he spoke to his team via the radio, “I’m going to turn the radio off. Once the coast is clear, I’ll report in.” He did as he stated he would and poised his attention with his blaster’s sights upon the door where the footsteps could be heard.
*** Within the Hanger, Outside the Idiot’s Array ***
Tisto, Ozosi thought quickly as she flashed an image of them recusing Keiji. Let me take lead. She continued to allow the motions of her plan to play out as she also watched the men who had taken arms against them. So far the Shistavanen, the Iktotchi, and Rodian were dead, and all that stood before them were an Ewok, a slightly armored Wookiee, three assumed humans mercenaries, a male Devaronian and Bothan female warrior. The three assumed humans maintained their sights with simple blaster rifles aimed at Tisto while the Bothan female warrior and the Devaronian arms specialist stood on two sides of Ozosi. The two had their backs to one another with just enough room to allow them movement backwards if they had to take a step back.
When I give the signal, I want you to attack in the formation I gave you, the Chiss-Togruta hybrid’s eyes glanced backward for a mere second and returned towards the two in front of her with a saber in each hand. Tisto shot back an off-colored remark about how he does not need orders to do what he is best at, killing.
*** Close outside the Godless Matron ***
*** Inside a Star Commuter 2000 ***
*** Thirty minutes earlier ***
The computer of a simple Commuter blared in alarms as the docking station on one side of the large ship, the Godless Matron, radioed for codes in order to complete the procedure.
A husky male voice spoke out a sequence of numbers and chuckled. “Come on, you would know it’s good ol’ Chi’ra here to deliver good to yous guy,” the Sephi spoke out, hearing the distressed low toned beeps from a BB-8 droid behind him. “Hey… come on bud! Lighten up.” He spoke after he removed his finger from the button which would allow communication to the commanding docking station. “We’ll get in, turn in the goods, and get our butt out of them before they know what hit them… they don’t have to know this junk is busted.”
The droid gave out a shrieking sound as the intercom came alive again as they stated the codes were possible fake.
“Kraking bantha-loving scum! It’s me, Jael! I’m back with the good for Ikesh,” the Sephi continued to mutter profanity after he released the intercom button again while the droid crazily whirled around the deck, back and forth. “Will you quit? You’re going to give me an aneurysm.” He muttered as he began to rub his right hand across his forehead, feeling the synthetic skin dragging with a few moments of cold metal touching his skin. He had lost the skin across the cybernetic forearm and desperately needed the credits to buy more synthetic skin. He would not have even taken this job had he not need those credits to repair his ship, which still remained docked in the Godless Matron. The Sephi had to live with what he had now which was a busted ship with gear and supplies, partially stolen from other planets he visited, as well as seemingly useless equipment he scraped from other ships along the way to visit Ikesh, a lowlife Hutt-sympathizer who had managed to set up shop upon the Godless Matron, just outside of Chute Town.
A set of low tone beeps took the Sephi’s attention away from his inner thoughts and he smiled. “Thanks bud,” he exclaimed as he replied to the intercom’s questioning his identity again with the codes he had provided before, giving a slightly different sequence within one part. Jael remained silent, sighing as he looked across the cockpit with his eyes stopping upon a holographic image of a young Chiss-Togruta hybrid and himself. He frowned as he realized it was a younger version of himself, before he transitioned, but his eyes rolled over to the other part of the image which caused more distress for him within his thoughts.
Vym…, his mind wandered, seeing visions of her when they were both teenagers and loving every second he spent with her. He smiled slightly as the memories played in his head and he allowed his arm to extend out to pick up the small circular object which displayed the image. Where are you, Vym?
“Chi’ra, you are cleared for docking,” a cringely little Rodian voice came across the intercom and took Jael out of his thoughts as he exclaimed a profane mix of beeps, which to him and his droid meant ‘thanks for nothing’. He was sure the Rodian knew nothing of what he spoke, but it was still funny as hell to exclaim things in the language his droid spoke.
As he started the engine of his commuter to continue flying forward, his mind went back to the Chiss-Togruta hybrid and how he hoped to see her again.
*** Fifteen minutes later after docking and following procedures ***
Jael had made his way out from the ship and left the hanger with his BB-8 droid following close behind. His eyes shifted left to right in slow movements as he allowed his sensitivity of the Force to be his guide as he took careful steps, attempting to avoid any of Ikesh’s men. Any time he suspected some low-life was of Ikesh’s reign, Jael made a gesture of his hand to create an image of himself but slightly different.
“Keep up the good work,” Jael spoke to his droid as he noticed the BB-8 unit was staying close to him. “I don’t want some scum to pick you up and try to auction you off.”
As he continued to walk through Chute Town, Jael began to pick up on communications with the guard around the ship as well as some random mercenaries stationed at some shops and joints around the makeshift city. His eyes narrowed when he heard mention of a fight breaking out in one of the hangers as mercenaries stood up from their tables or shifted their attention towards the specific hanger’s attached hallway.
A sudden quick set of beeps and low toned boops came from his companion droid which Jael shrugged off and began to follow the mercenaries, maintaining the illusionary appearance with a bit of difficulty. The droid gave off another set of beeps, but found they were ignored again, allowing one long whoop sound out as a sign of ‘sighing’ as the BB-8 unit followed after the Sephi.
*** Fifteen minutes later after sneaking towards the hanger ***
Jael found his way towards the hanger’s main floor, hiding behind a set of crates with which he peeked around to find out what was happening. He had watched a smaller team of mercenaries run past him as he maintained his station in the shadows of the hallway and even saw another duo of a male Devaronian and female Bothan warriors glide past him as he was about three-fourths of the way towards the main floor of the hanger. When he had finally found his current position, the Sephi watched as three members of the mercenaries were killed almost very quickly and now it appeared the intruders and the teams were at a standstill.
The droid had found its way back to its companion and gave a set of low whoops with a few beeps.
“Yes, I know this is dangerous, but it could be fun too, right?”
The droid responded with an inquisitive beep as it displayed the holographic image of the Chiss-Togruta hybrid female and Jael.
“What the hell, BB-8?!” He muttered, narrowing his eyes as he stared at the droid. The BB-8 unit relayed a set of beeps and boops and then released it’s small arm from within it’s lower ‘body’ part, pointing towards the two people who stood within the circle of mercenaries.
Jael rolled his eyes, scoffing at the droid’s attempt to place his attention on the two. “They’re just a coup-” He stopped mid-sentence, with his eyes narrowed again to catch the image of the aforementioned Chiss-Togruta hybrid in the flesh. “That can’t be?” He muttered as he rubbed one eye with his left hand and stared harder at the pair. He could recognize the marking of the Kiffar being of a different clan than himself as the Sephi’s marks were upon his right cheek, coming from his eyelid. However, there was no mistaking the montrals and lekku as well as the cerulean skin of the female. Even the markings of her montrals and lekku were the same as the image still displayed by the droid.
“Vym,” the Sephi male smiled and started to make his way around the hanger to poise himself for attack if he needed to rescue the pair who he figured were about to make a move.