Monkey Kitty
Visper Averrod
Possibilities flashed rapidly through Visper's head. Coincidence? Or ambush? And if it was the latter, were they the intended target, or did they stumble into the middle of someone else's turf war? There was no time to think through these eventualities. First, the blaster fire from the alley - then she sensed the approach of two more from the other direction.
"We've got company!" she said under her breath. These two wore the garments of The Brothers. They too had blasters in their hands. Visper wasn't inclined to give anyone here the benefit of the doubt. Two were vicious slavers - and the other was apparently a threat to Felix. It was better if this ended here and now. Her lightsaber was already in her hand.
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Padawan Dallyn and Neva Xolte
"Hold on. I'm tapping into their security. They have automated defences...and the gate locks are giving me some trouble, but it won't be long." Dallyn was bent over a console, fingers flying. "Just...hang on."
The zabrak nodded, missing the fact that Dallyn couldn't see her. "So, keep them off you until you can get us inside. Got it."
Neva glanced at Visper - the Jedi was definitely more than ready to take on these few guys. Like, really ready. She had a sneaking suspicion that she wasn't going to be be using her blaster for this next bit...
"In! We're in! Turrets are out - but unfortunately, they have probably noticed. So...yeah. Sorry." Dallyn was a bit upset with himself for tripping the alarm, but it couldn't be helped now. Drawing his own lightsaber, he took up a position in the rear, nervously keeping an eye out for an ambush. Besides, this was his usual position. His master was always the one out front - attacking the enemy head on. He was just crowd control. This mission would be no different.
Then someone grabbed his arm. Dallyn whirled around, eyes wide, and came face to face with Neva.
"What are you doing back here? You've got a blade - get up there! Blasters always take up the rear, kid."
Okay. So maybe this mission might be a little different.
Padawan Dallyn and Neva Xolte
"Hold on. I'm tapping into their security. They have automated defences...and the gate locks are giving me some trouble, but it won't be long." Dallyn was bent over a console, fingers flying. "Just...hang on."
The zabrak nodded, missing the fact that Dallyn couldn't see her. "So, keep them off you until you can get us inside. Got it."
Neva glanced at Visper - the Jedi was definitely more than ready to take on these few guys. Like, really ready. She had a sneaking suspicion that she wasn't going to be be using her blaster for this next bit...
"In! We're in! Turrets are out - but unfortunately, they have probably noticed. So...yeah. Sorry." Dallyn was a bit upset with himself for tripping the alarm, but it couldn't be helped now. Drawing his own lightsaber, he took up a position in the rear, nervously keeping an eye out for an ambush. Besides, this was his usual position. His master was always the one out front - attacking the enemy head on. He was just crowd control. This mission would be no different.
Then someone grabbed his arm. Dallyn whirled around, eyes wide, and came face to face with Neva.
"What are you doing back here? You've got a blade - get up there! Blasters always take up the rear, kid."
Okay. So maybe this mission might be a little different.