 
Kia(#10421PUACF)
Just topping 1.65m in height the figure is whip-slender and
willowy, the curves that shape her body subtle and delicate. A
lightly tanned complexion, high cheekbones and the slim bridge of
a small nose over a strong jaw and a stubborn chin. Deep honey
blond hair flashes highlights of spun sunlight and is caught in
tight braids which form several loops from the crown of her head.
Artfully curled bangs hover over slim golden brows arched over wide
eyes of dark green.
A pair of pale blonde leather leggings cling to her body
following her every curve, tanned to the softness of silk. Tucked
into the waistband is a shirt in a creamy beige which hugs her upper
body in much the same manner. The sleeves, however, are loose and
billowy, over this is a vest not quite reaching the waist and colored
a dark blue. Rising up to her knees are suede boots in a rich chocolate
and a belt sits upon her hips at an angle, blaster strapped to her
thigh.
Back Alley -- East Coronet City: Corellia
Dark and foreboding, this wide alley used to be a thoroughfare
between Bottom End and the eastern edge of Treasure Ship Row. The
overhang of multi-story buildings shade this alley in levels of
darkness ranging from dusk to pitch black, depending on the time of
day. Even the occasional lantern hanging outside many of the seedier
storefronts offers little illumination. Smaller alleys branch off of
this one, leading to darker, even more dangerous looking areas of this
underground section of Bottom End.
(OOC: Type +lhelp for local help or +corsec for info on CorSec presence.)
-=-=-=-=-=-=<<Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Riff
=> Jekitta
=> Donivan
=> Bazil
As the YT-1300 lands softly in the less than reputable spaceport. As the ramp lowers two people make their way out of the ship. As the ramp returns to the closed position the man punches a code into the ship to lock it up and arms the security counter-measures. Smiling at the young woman next to him, he heads off toward the back alley in the slums to keep a meeting he had with an old friend. Donivan eyes over the half-man, watching him reach for the guns. "Bazil, baby," John says with a snort, simply crossing his arms over his chest. "What's the matter? You're all jumpy. You were much more friendly last time we met." He motions to Jekitta with his hand. "This is my helmswoman," John says, "Jekitta." Then he motions with his hand to Bazil, "Jekitta, meet Bazil." With the introductions concluded, Cash crosses his arms over his chest once more. "I've been looking for you for a while, Bazil. I need a favor." Jekitta nods to Bazil, a guarded smile on her face; some might call it a sneer, if they didn't know her. She leans onto the nearby wall, crossing her own arms under her bosom and watching. She leans there, wondering what her boss needs as a favor from this brickabrack of secondhand parts he called Bazil. She crosses her legs, feigning relaxation rather well. "It's Corellia, John. I've been pickpocketed, shot at numerous times, and even kidnapped, on these soils. One can -never- be too cautious here." Bazil replies, before adding, "You of all people should know that." He relaxes, though, slightly, as he shifts his weight onto his other leg, angling his body just slightly. The servos in his arms twitch briefly. "Good to meet you, m'am." No hand is extended for shaking. It would be a surprise to him if she wanted to at all. "A favor, eh? What would a pirate need of a lowly man such as myself?" He inquires, casually. "I hope this hasn't got anything to do with this bounty that got posted on your head." Riff slowly makes his way down the street before he finally sees the man is looking for. Nodding his head to himself he slowly moves along the wall to stay as much out of the trash as he possibly can. He stops several feet from Bazil and the other two and just nods his head to the man, knowing that when he has finished his business with the other two, he will get to the meeting that had been arranged. Following behind Riff the woman has one hand on her blaster and the other fiddles idly with a long slim device tucked into a pocket on the other thigh that seems designed to hold it. The green eyes flick from person to person to person taking in details as her eyes flick over everything. Donivan eyes over Riff as he approaches. "...Help ya, buddy?" John asks calmly, glancing between Riff and his companion, and Bazil, every half second or so. Cautious? John is always cautious. He hasn't stayed alive as long as he has by not being cautious... But seriously, who'd be stupid enough to mess with NR's 2nd most wanted? The last person that managed to bring Donivan is now his personal enforcer... Donivan always did have a way with people. "The Belotzerkovsky Gem Collection, at the museum... I need invitations to that. I'm sure you can arrange something, Bazil." Bazil's eyes to spot Riff, to whom he gives a brief nod. But that is short-
lived, as he moves his attention towards John. He seems to ignore the pair of people approaching completely.
"Gems," He states simply, letting the word fall out of his mouth. "You're going to borrow them, I imagine?
Or is there somebody you're interested in that's going to be there?"
Riff just shakes his head and grunts a little, "I'm here to see Mr. McKenzie. We have an arranged meeting." At that his mouth shuts and he leans against the wall crossing his arms to wait for Bazil to finish conducting his business with the other man. Yawning a little bit he turns to the woman would was with him and smiles at her. Donivan shrugs. "Lets just say I have a score to settle," John says. "There's a redhead and a blaster involved, and a lack of access," John says with a chuckle. No sense telling Bazil the truth. Surely he'll not mind a little white lie after he gets his cut. John eyes Riff once more. "Bazil's busy, move along," Donivan snaps. "I've got other he-whores around the corner. I'm sure they'll suit you just as well." "Don't bother him, Donivan," Bazil states simply, his eyes not leaving the man.
His fingers become a little firmer around his blaster hilts. "Just a ticket for you, John?" Bazil inquires,
simply, "I don't think I could manage much more than you and a date, under the circumstances."
Riff's eyes turn to the man and he simply shrugs, not moving or making it look like he is planning on moving any time soon. He turns his head away from the man to face his lady friend once more, though not so much that he wouldn't notice any agressive movements in his direction. A slow caress of a single finger against the blaster hilt and the shift of a thumb ensures that if needed the weapon would clear the holster smooth and easy. She does not seem any more tense or watchful than she was before, Kia is a woman well used to this section and the rabble found here. Arching a brow at Riff she grins slowly, "Can we get that other man too? He was soo good. A foursome would be perfect." She nearly purrrrs out the last word eyes dancing with mischief. Knowing that Riff can deny her nothing she mutters into her comlink to call the party mentioned. Boola enters the alley from the north. A thick-skinned creature of aquatic origin waddles in. Despite his robe, it is
easy to see that the alien has gained a great deal of weight since purchasing his armor - the light scout suit
under his garment holds on for dear life to his pallid, salmon-colored flesh. The Quarren huffs and puffs as he
moves, breathing through the special helmet designed to fit his squid head.
Donivan invented this section, and the rabble found within it. "That's not good enough," John says. The Corellian shakes his head. "No less than four invites will do. I went to the trouble of cleaning out the Corellian Trends store, looking for the perfect suit. Two invites will not do at all..." The Corellian's eyes shift once more, this time to Kia. "You might wanna quit fondlin' the cannon, darling. John Donivan is a jumpy man these days," he says with a snort, then turns to Bazil once more. "So, what about it, secret agent man?" Bazil turns to peer at Kia, and Riff, just briefly. "I need to know who it is," Bazil states simply, as he returns his gaze to Donivan. "And I need to know why. Four people is pushing it. I can get you in, but you need to tell me why I'm doing this." His electronic gaze is broken momentarily by a calculative blink. Metallic fingers tap gently against one of the blasters on his hip, rhythmically. Almost musically. "You understand my position. By all accounts, any of my old contacts think I'm dead. If I break that, I break my usefulness. Being dead has its... advantages, you must agree." Riff's hand moves down to his own Kylan-3 as he turns to face the man once more, "Look 'ere, mistah. We be ignoring yer business wid the man. How's abouts you cut us the same curtesey, 'ey? An' you try anything ta her, and yer gonna have ta deal wid me." He eyes the man for several moments, his hand resting on his blaster as he unclips the holster strap securing it to his thigh. Turning her gaze at the sound of the Quarren Kia frowns, not the man she was looking for. Ah well, be patient, he'll show and it will all be worth it. But the stranger's words set off that temper and the blaster slides out smoothly as she turns it on him, "'Nough of that, Mr. Big Talker. Yer cuttin' inta my time and I'm not a happy or patient girl. Especially when yer callin' me darlin'." A slow smile spreads and she arches a brow, "But you could make me real happy by shuttin' yer mouth." Boola stops near the gathering of four. The Quarren draws back his robe with a pudgy, gloved finger, raising a Sorosuub blaster weapon from within. He doesn't say anything - only the sound of his labored breathing is heard, because the lazy bastard is out of shape. Hiss. Hiss. There is a distinct *CLICK* as the weapon's safety is disengaged. It had been one hell of a start for a week already as Gabrielle now finds her way into the part of town, of all places, that always helped her think. It wasn't exactly the nicest part of Coronet City, but hell she'd grown up here. Her eyes wander the empty spaceport in one direction then back again, scouring the streets and wanting mainly to keep to herself. Something to which she seems not to be able to accomplish, much to her chagrin as she eyes a small group of beings not fifty yards away. Donivan snorts. "I've been dead a couple times," John says and unfolds his hands. He returns the courtesy of placing his own hands on his two trusty friends. John doesn't play. His fingers wrap around the handles of his pistols. There are no security straps on his holsers. The V'ez-T'cha don't play. "The Senator," John answers plainly, "the black mark." This should explain everything (if Bazil has read the rumors board). "Two couples, two men, two women. Who? Me and my crew. You don't need to know any more than that. In all the dealings we've had, I've never had to bring up your name in conversation. There's no reason for you to bring up mi..." John breaks off his own conversation to snatch his pistols from their resting places. Bazil casually listens to Donivan's retort. And as the man comments, a slow smirk
draws over his face. "Pirates, John? I should have guessed you were involved with such things. Of course I always
thought you were in with more than you appeared to be." The weapons are drawn, and Bazil slowly peers towards Kia,
then back to Donivan. "Tell me, John," He inquires simply, "What good is a dead man's name? I don't exist." He
continues, and steps to the side gently, pinioning Donivan even more between the couple, and himself. His hands
are now firmly gripping both blasters at his hips. "And soon, neither will you."
As blasters are drawn, Riff pulls his own from its holster and turns it towards the other man, smiling a little at Bazil. He still rests against the wall a little bit, but keeps his body tense and ready to move should things get out of hand. The smile takes on a vicious mirth as he bares his teeth slightly at the man pinned between then. Casually he flips as switch on the side of the blaster, making sure it to leathal. That smile slips from mischievious to dark and calculated, Kia watches Donivan, "Be a good boy and give up the toys." She doesn't need to check the level on her blaster, she knows that it's maxed and that grin shows no lack of willingness to play this thing out. Boola's carbine remains in both hands, gripped firmly in those meaty palms and fingers. The queer double-barreled firearm is aimed at Donivan, waiting for him to move. But with the closeness of all the participants, if the Quarren misses, someone else might just get shot! For betrayers, they sure are dumb. There was always the chance that she could duck into the abandoned starport unseen. Afterall fifty yards was a hefty enough distance. Besides, from the look of those weapons being drawn, they had other things on their minds. In a few steps, Gabrielle has redirected her path, though she keeps her hand idly by her holstered blaster. Within in moment's she's disappeared into the darkness and shadows of the once busy starport. When the man doesn't drop his weapons Kia changes her stance with the shift of her hips and lets loose the first bolt from the IR-5. She's glad she wore her hair up, at least it won't be getting in her face and fouling her shots. Boola braces for the kick of his carbine and fires at Donivan, even as the man shakes off a grazing blow from Kia's little pistol. The heat vent on the weapon blows a warm wind back and makes the Quarren's robes rustle.
Kia vs. Donivan
27 BLASTER 19 DODGE ***HIT***
13 Damage, 21 Defense -8
RESULT: Kia's shot hits Donivan in the chest where his armor is thickest.
Grazing damage to armor. Another IR-5 shot to that area will
decrease armor energy defense by 1. The shot blows him back.
Boola vs. Donivan
30 BLASTER 22 DODGE ***HIT***
28 Damage, 12 Defense +16
Target Roll: 1 (1=Head, 2,3,6=Torso, 4=Legs, 5=Arms)
RESULT: Boola's shot, while aimed at Donivan's chest, is high from the
recoil on the weapon. Because of this, the shot goes high, and
straight for Donivan's head. It is an Excellent hit. Donivan
receives a compensatory shot from each blaster pistol (Kylan-3)
with a -1d damage detriment at one target of his choice, or a
shot from one blaster pistol at normal strength.
Donivan takes a hot one in the chest plate. His attention is still on Bazil. "I bind to you in death!" John screams at him in the ancient Mandalorian language, the official tongue of the V'ez-T'cha. The shot leaves a burn on the armor and sends John stumbling back (IR-5s were never any good at hitting anything). Reflexively, his attention, and the aim of his weapons focuses on the source of the shots, and both triggers are squeezed in unison, just as another blaster bolt comes flying at Don himself. Seeing the blasters rise and fire at Kia, a look of rage crosses over his face as he sees one shot hit Kia. A low growling building in his throat as he presses the firing stud of his own blaster even as the carbine shot rockets towards him. There would be no pity for this man tonight, Riff has always had a thing about attacking women, even in self defense. Especially when it was someone whom he cared for.
Donivan vs. Kia
16 BLASTER 20 DODGE ***MISS***
17 BLASTER 12 DODGE ***HIT***
(18-1)
13 Damage, 11 Defense +2
Target Roll: 2 (1=Head, 2,3=Torso, 4=Legs, 5=Arms, 6=Groin)
RESULT: Donivan's shot hits Kia in the stomach, despite being aimed at her
groin. DONIVAN. Freak. This is akin to the shot that Princess Leia
took in RotJ.
Riff vs. Donivan
29 BLASTER 29 DODGE ***GRAZE***
(23+6CP)
15 Damage, 11 Defense +4
(9+2Armr)
Target Roll: 2 (1=Head, 2,3,6=Torso, 4=Legs, 5=Arms)
RESULT: Riff's shot tags Donivan across the chest sidelong as he goes down,
tearing a hole where Donivan's armor was already hit by Kia. The
armor impales Donivan but does not go beyond the ribcage, but there
is no other damage.
In the brief seconds that the shots were fired, Bazil had stood there blankly.
His blasters were, of course, drawn, but it was too late. Kia's shot had pushed Donivan back. Boola's shot,
amazingly, took Donivan directly in the head and neck. Bi-Polar rifles being what they were, it would not be
pretty. Donivan had, just before his shot was fired, taken a shot at Kia, which took her in the stomach. And
as Kia was shot, and Donivan began to fall, Riff had taken a shot at Donivan, striking him directly in the
chest. This occured within a timeframe of four seconds, tops.
Donivan takes a double bi-polar blast to his head and neck. His head snaps back
as if hit by a brick, and Donivan goes flying, head first, into a pile of near-by trash cans. The pirate lands
with a loud crash. Alley cats scream and come rushing out of the garbage... They had been using the cans as a
makeshift home...
Just as her boss might have been explaining what that elusive favor was from Bazil, a rusty fire escape over her head decided that now was a good time to give way; the ladder careening down and knocking Jekitta unconscious. The spell lasts through the majority of the fire-fight, and she regains consciousness to the sound of trash-can crashings right next to her. She pushes the broken metal ladder off of her, glancing from face to face, Bazil to Kia to Riff to Boola.... but where was Donivan? She looks down, seeing his form limp on the ground. Too familiar of a sight, it seems. She attempts to pull herself over to him, not caring about the blasters aimed and whatnot. Hit, damnit.. Slowly Kia crumples to her knees but she holds onto the blaster with one hand and the other goes to her hip. Closing her eyes she takes a deep breath, not a happy day it's turning out to be. Boola glances left and right frantically after his carbine hits the homerun. "Cease fire!" he hisses at Riff with obvious distaste for the man. "Come, we must retreat quickly! The authorities might come inquiring. My story will be that I'm a travelling magic tonic salesma-" The Quarren stops short as Jekitta begins crawling toward her man's body. He lowers his carbine and stares, unsure of what to do. After his shot is fired, Riff runs over to Kia, tucking his blaster away into it's holster as he kneels down next to her and places a hand over the wound in her stomache and running the backs of his fingers on the other hand along the side of her face as he looks worridly into her eyes. After a moment, takes the blaster from her hand and puts it into her holster, before sliding one arm under her knees and the other behind her head, after placing her own hand over the wound. Nodding to Bazil he makes his way back towards the abandoned spaceport with her in his arms at a trot, worried mostly about getting her out of harm's way. "Cover me, Senior Agent!" Bazil shouts over his shoulder towards Boola. He briefly considers talking to Jaren about getting him a promotion, as he holsters one of his weapons; the right one. Running quickly to Donivan's side, near the woman, he states quickly, "Donivan is being taken into custody. You are welcome to accompany us, and you will be free to leave as you please." The IR-5 is held steadily on the woman, and he begins to bend down, examining the man's wound. He grimaces, and proceeds to holster his weapon. The needs of Donivan surviving were more than the risk of Jekitta attacking him. A shirt sleeve is ripped clean, and Bazil uses it to wrap Donivan's head. Eyes flicker to the woman, "Help me." Kia lays her head against Riff's shoulder the hand not around his shoulders pressed hard against the wound to her hip. A soft groan passes her lips with a very colorful Corellian curse at the man who shot her. Blast it, ruined a perfectly nice pair of new pants too. Boola says, turning his thin helmet to peer at Jekitta, "Ah, let her help you! I must return to my vessel and depart. The CorSec will know this weapon - it's rare! Quite rare. Send me a message through the usual channels. I have some business to attend to elsewhere." Jekitta's eyes narrow in anger and distrust as Bazil approaches. "You're not taking him anywhere, except to a local hospital." She slides her mantle over her head and off, using it to supress whatever other bleeding is present on Donivan. She glances back to see Riff and Kia running off. Good. She glares at Boola, then at Bazil again, knowing it wiser to not draw upon them. If he died, she would avenge, but if they could help him survive.... that might be worth this. Damn the luck; would that she would have been able to help and prevent this... she feels worthless instead, but continues to apply pressure. Jaren looks carefully into her eyes to make sure he isn't jostling her two much as they round the corner towards where the ship was waiting. Cursing a little at the man as he moves out of sight of the small group, he offers Kia a smile as he bends his neck down to lightly press a kiss to her cheek before flipping on his comlink with his chin and telling the one man crew on the ship to open the ramp and have the preflights done before he gets there. "He'll die before he gets to a hospital," Bazil states bluntly, "He'll die anyways,
most likely. I have a transport en route that can take him to my medical facilities. You can join me, or I can
leave you here." Just then, the low whine of some vehicle nears the alleyway, and people begin to scurry further.
They knew what was coming.
The Sevari sighs, nodding in concession. "I will not leave him. Whatever reasons you have for ...all of this... I want to know." Jekitta unclips some of Donivan's armor, an attempt to remove the badly damaged plating and get it out of the way. She looks up to Bazil, straight in the eyes with her mismatched emerald and jade eyes. "Do I have your word that you will do everything in your power to save his life?" She'll worry about escape for him and those such details when the time comes. With the pieces of armor, comes out blood. The final revenge that Donivan will take on Bazil tonight. Having no ability to spit at the traitor, John squirts him with blood instead. "He's worth nothing to me dead," Bazil states frankly as he assists the woman in
removing the armor, which reveals the wound. Blood splatters over the rest of his tunic, and over his face. Great.
Now he'll get Raging Space Herpes. Figures. He stops that wound, too, with another piece of torn cloth, before
peering around himself. Lights begin to flicker into the alley.
Jekitta clenches her teeth. Perhaps she should just finish the job, to prevent Bazil from getting whatever he sought out of Donivan. She shakes her head gently, blood-sprayed locks of white hair dancing in the dim lighting of the alley. She's not that sort of person. She helps Bazil lift his limp form, seething with anger, her eyes dark and brooding. The pair succeed in lifting Donivan's body easily. Assisted by the rapidly approaching
people, one of which being a Verpine medic. The insectoid works rapidly on tending to the man's wounds as they cart
the disabled man to the transport. "Where is the injured agent?" The Verpine clicks swiftly. "En route to medical
facilities. She'll live. We're the only ones left. Contact Filas and have him meet me at our destination."
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