Log:Trillian and Nezlani ... I thought this was supposed to be a milk run...?

Trillian and Nezlani... I thought this was supposed to be a milk run?

OOC Date: October 10, 2017
Location: Space, Ryloth
Participants: Trillian Taim, Nezlani Bebarv

Trillian Taim bounds up the entry ramp and hits a button on the side of the door. Servos whine as the ramp folds up and closes itself. She watches the door close, and then keys in several buttons on the panel. A series of beeps and whistles echo in the room, and a panel of lights turns from green to red. Nodding in satisfaction, she turns to Nezlani Bebarv who has been shanghai'd... I mean... has so graciously agreed to travel with her today. "All right, we're all set. Ready to go?"

Following behind Trillian closely, Nezlani has boarded the ship likely as additional security. As per his usual, he comes with two blaster rifles strapped to his back. That old E-11, and an AFD-43 sniper rifles. All of this, paired with his scout armor makes Nez a threat to any bad peeps. When Trillian has secured the entry ramp in the closed position and inquires about his ready status, Nez gives her a nod of agreement. "Right, let's get to it." As he speaks, it becomes obvious that he is nursing a hang over.

Trillian shoots a tight grin at Nezlani, and squeezes into the pilot's chair. Flipping several switches in quick succession, the Wayfaring Stranger lifts off onto repulsorlifts, and preps to launch. The ship lurches to one side as the repulsorlifts fight the sublight engines, but Trillian's hand on the stick gently eases it out. She turns around to look at Nezlani with a mirthful smile. "Might want to strap in, Nez. I tend to hit the exit window kind of fast." Letting the large Twi'lek find a seat and struggle adjusting the harness for his height, she waits until he latches the last strap before tilting the ship at an impossibly steep angle and hitting the main thrusters. She lets out a joyful whoop, and the ship rumbles and groans before they're both pushed back in the seats by the acceleration. There's a disturbingly bone-jarring shaking as the Stranger cuts through the atmosphere. Trillian grabs the control stick with both hands and carves her way through the cloud cover. And then just like that, all the vibrations stop, and the viewport fades to black. Stars twinkle in the inky darkness as Trillian starts charting a course to Ryloth.

You don't have to tell Nez something twice when it comes to strapping himself in for safety. As Trillian takes her seat at the pilots chair, Nez moves towards the co-pilots chair and begins to strap himself in, following Trillian's suggestion easily. With the last strap awkwardly adjusted for his height, Nez looks towards the much shorter woman and nods his head, confirming that he is indeed ready to go. Then the ship does it's rumbling thing and they are off. Breaking into space, Nez allows himself to peer outside of the viewport. "You and Sion both man... Too good of pilots for your own good." He says with a teasing grin, still looking through the viewport.

Trillian smiles broadly at the Twi'lek. She's so much more at ease in a cockpit, it seems. It's a different side of her for sure. "Oh, Sion's amazing. Really good pilot from what Adhar Gann tells me. I've never flown head to head against her though. Would love to some day." Trillian chatters on as she finalizes the last few calculations for the jump to hyperspace. She hits a few switches and reorients the ship to a different facing. Before long, a long steady beep emits from the console, and a red light turns green. Trillian grips the hyperdrive throttle and pulls it downwards. There is a slight, inaudible rumble as the sublight engines power down, and then a large, gleaming white corridor opens in front of them, and the ship rockets forward and dissapears from realspace. As soon as they're underway in the streaking white tunnel of hyperspace, Trillian unbuckles herself and hops out of the chair. "Well, now it's just a bit of a wait. Can I bring you something to drink? Tea perhaps?"

Nez actually looks towards Trillian as she speaks, watching her curiously as suddenly the short little girl is at ease. This is certainly not something he expected, but something he is more than willing to welcome. "Sion, Ax, Jax.. You... That's all your lane. I am only just good enough to be able to get my missions done. But if you'd like to fly head to head with her, I'm sure that can be arranged." This is said just before Trillian brings them into hyperspace, Nez mimicing Trillian's motions to release the safety straps. Which, is a good thing because at his height, these things are quite a bit uncomfortable. "Could I maybe bother you for a cup of caf? I've got a terrible hang over from last night."

Trillian tests her Knowledge:culinary arts skill at a 100 difficulty.

 +SUCCESS+ (20).

Trillian furrows her brow at Nezlani, and then nods. "You could. But let me make you something first, might help a bit with the hangover." She smiles comfortingly, and then slips back into the main hub of the Stranger. There, she busies herself at a small kitchenette. She reaches into a small refresher and pulls out several bottles, mixing a cloudy white liquid. Reaching into another cabinet, she adds a bright red spice and then a couple of drops from another small bottle. She brings it back to Nez, handing it to him. "OK, drink it all down. All of it. No caf until you do."

"You are actually my hero this morning, Tril." Nez says with a smile as the girl heads back to begin working on the hang over cure. When she returns with the cloudy white drink, Nez takes it a bit reluctantly, peering at the glass cautiously. Though Trillian's instructions haven't gone unnoticed and Nez downs the content of the glass, chugging the entire thing before coughing for a moment. At least it didn't taste -that- bad. With this done, he hands the glass back towards Trillian. "Thank you. And thanks for bringing me along."

Trillian smiles happily. "I don't usually have company on these trips. It's nice to have somebody to talk to other than myself." Trillian blushes, and takes the cup back. Nodding with satisfaction that Nez has complied with her instructions, she stands up again. "OK, you were good, so now you get to have caf. How do you take it?"

Giving a grin towards Trillian, Nez shakes his head with amusement at her. "Why can I just imagine you talking to yourself the entire trip back and forth on a job like this?" He teases, giving her a wink before addressing the bit about him behaving. The grin on his face lingers for even longer, nodding his head at her. "Usually with as much cream and sugar as you can manage without it becoming something other than caf... But really, I owe you one. A hug or something, I don't know." He says, giving a shrug. "Or just a cup of caf or something."

Trillian laughs. "Sometimes I do. Most of the time, though, I just talk to the Stranger. He's a great listener." She pats the console familiarly, smiling wistfully. "He's a great ship." Busying herself at the kitchenette again, she brings back a large mug filled with a light brown, steaming mixture. "Light and sweet, sir. As ordered." Trillian takes a look at some of the console monitors, and notes everything going as planned. She stretches her arms over her head and then goes over to the comfy looking couch, where she sits down and curls her legs under her. "Sorry, this part of the travel gets a bit tedious. I can tell you where we're going if that helps. We're delivering some Control Boards to a dealer on Ryl. I wasn't 100% sure how reliable the contact was, which is why I'm pretty thankful that you're along for the ride." Trillian frowns a bit as she says that. "It's getting harder and harder nowadays... I've heard horror stories of traders getting hijacked by slavers or pirates." She shivers.

"You sound like you need a pet or something." Nez replies, barking out a laugh before taking the offered cup of caf thankfully. As Trillian moves to the couch, so to does Nez. Sipping on the cup to reduce it's content, he sets it down on whatever surface may be available. When that is done, he slumps into the couch, resting on the seating space next to Trillian. "I'm alright with a long flight. At least this one is a bit more relaxing than anything else." He responds, dismissing Trillian's apology. "Yea, pirates have really been an issue lately. The Waywards are still dealing with a group called the Blood Moon Brotherhood, slavers who attacked us in our Hangar."

Trillian raises an eyebrow at the mention. "Really? Interesting. Are they out of Nar? I should probably report that to Defiance. We haven't been doing much since we relocated a bunch of slaves to Rori." Trillian grabs a datapad and starts tapping on it. "Tell me more about this brotherhood." She looks up expectantly at the tall Twi'lek.

"We think they work from somewhere outside of Nar Shaddaa, actually." Nez explains, nodding his head at Trillian. "Or, at least their operations on Nar Shaddaa aren't their only operations. They tried to shake Jax and I up for credits and valuable on Jakku. Though, at the time we thought they were just a couple of thugs. So, we killed their thugs and left. Apparently they didn't like that very much, and decided to attack at our home." All of this talking leaves Nez reaching for the cup of caf, picking it back up and taking a slow, careful sip to avoid being burnt.

"Interesting." Trillian makes a few more notes on the datapad and looks up. "You said they were slavers though? Are they targetting any one particular demographic? Anything about trade routes?" Trillian looks up curiously with big green eyes.

Those green eyes of hers pierce right into the big red Twi'lek, Nez finishing his sip of caf before returning it back to it's place. "From what I understand, they take Wookiees from Kashyyyk and Twi'lek from Ryloth. Some fairly standard stuff, really. But I think they also do something with spice. I'm not sure if they smuggle it or what they do with it, but they get the stuff from Kessel."

Trillian muses to herself, typing in more notes and nodding. "Good to know. I'll pass the information by Hex. Do you know Hex? He might have some information about them. Sounds like their network is big enough that we would have picked something up about them." Just as she says that, the realspace reversion alert sounds out. Trillian jumps up and hops into the pilot seat. "OK, looks like we're going to be cutting back into realspace in about 5... 4... 3... 2..." A second later, the tunnel of light reverts back to realspace and the thin streams of starlight resolve into tiny pinpricks once more. In front of them, the dusky and mottled planet of Ryloth hangs in the distance. The Stranger bumps a bit as the sublight engines kick back in. Trillian takes them on a wide entry to the planet, watching the panels on the console carefully. "All right, strap in when you get a second, Nez. I'm bringing us in on an intercept course with the spaceport."

"Yea, I know Hex. He's a good guy. Though at the moment I'm at odds with his wife." Nez says, nodding his head in response. "This is Wayward business, if I'm going to be honest. If you all want to be involved, you'll have to talk to Ax to see where he stands on the matter. That whole business with Addy and Tarion is just a mess." Then she is getting up, responding to the alert about realspace. With that, Nez stands up just a couple of seconds behind Trillian, taking his caf and drinking it much more quickly. As he does so, he moves back to the co-pilots seat. Having finished the caf finally, he sets the cup to the side before strapping himself in again.

Trilian looks at Nez puzzedly as she navigates her way into the Ryl atmosphere. "What happened between Tarion and Addy?" She looks confused. The Stranger bumps a bit as it encounters the heavier, Rylothian cloud cover. After a few moments of cloudy flying, they break through and the expanse of jungles, mountains and caves opens up below them.

"Tarion stole a starships worth of credits from Addy when there were on a missions to Kashyyk. Apparantly Tarion was caught, and gave back a quarter of the credits and has everyone convinced that he gave it -all- back." Nez replies with a shrug, shaking his head at the whole deal. "If it were just him being a sleemo, then whatever. But Kasia has taken up to defending him, even. Which, no offense to her, she's a nice girl and all... But that tells me she isn't the person you want making decisions for a group. She even admitted that Tarion is a scum bag, but still sticks up for him and insults Addy. I tend to avoid the Blue Light because of it all. She had the gall to call me a child, even."

Trillian sits tightlipped, with a wounded look. Her eyes flash angrily for a second, and she turns to Nezlani with a mournful and conflicted glance. Then, she turns back to piloting. A moment of awkward silence goes by. "... Kasia is a great lady. A GREAT lady," she says passionately, "... and admittedly... Tarion is a ... well... Tarion is... um... ok... well, Tarion can be a little... um... All right... he's not the nicest person in the world... But, for all of his faults... he's still family. So... um... yeah..." Trilian continues to look straight ahead, both hands gripping the controls. "No offense, Nezlani. But I wouldn't expect you to go against your org... so... so... I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree... ok?" They fly a little bit further in silence, until Trillian banks over a wide cavern. "OK, hang tight, landing is always a bit tight in this stupid cave." Trillian's hands fly over the console as the Stranger comes to a hover, and gently lowers into the landing area. Before long, they land with a gentle bump. Trillian flips off several switches, and the Stranger powers down. Looking over to Nez, she nods. "OK, we're here. Shall we go stretch our legs?"

"Maybe. But that's the kind of stuff that can affect business negatively." Nez replies casually, giving a dismissive shrug. "I don't care who he belongs to. Tarion doesn't deserve Kasia's kindness. But if that's how you all want to handle things, then you can imagine how Tarion is going to cost you business." That's about all he would say before embracing the silence, not particularly perturbed by it in anyway. Then they have come in for a landing and Nez gives a bob of his head in agreement. "Please. It's worse when your legs are as long as mine." He says, giving a grin towards Trillian.

Trillian grabs a datapad along with her flight jacket, sliding her arms in and shrugging it over her shoulders. She goes over to a side drawer, pulls it open and pulls out a wide belt with a holstered CM Series III attached to it. She puzzles over the belt for a minute, putting it on backwards once, and then stamping her foot in frustration, before getting it buckled on the right way. It hangs low on her hip, and she adjusts it uncomfortably, trying to get it out of the way. Sighing resignedly, she looks over at Nezlani. "All right, let's go meet this vendor."

Watching the scene with Trillian in amusement, Nez can't help but to give her a grin. Though, from his position behind Trillian, she likely can't see the grin on his face. Nor that momentary glance he casts towards... Err, her holster. Not her butt. -Definitely- not her butt. When she turns back to face Nez, his eyes dart up quickly to meet hers. With that, he gives her a nod, the distraction completely forgotten. "Right. Lead the way... I'll be right behind you."

Trillian pulls her hair into a high ponytail, tying it back and off her neck. She goes over to the entry ramp and presses several buttons. The ramp groans and opens up. Immediately, hot, dry air hits the small pilot like a wave. "Oh ugh... that's right. I always forget. Ryloth is really, really hot." Trillian shrugs off her flight jacket and tosses it on a pile of cargo. Rolling up her sleeves, she nods at Nezlani. "All right, let's go."

--- Scene Fade Out ---

--- Scene Fade In ---

O'aib's Pub. It's the jizz-wail joint your mother probably warned you about. There's a band on stage playing to a half-interested crowd. The sounds of jizz fill your ear-canals to overflowing. (Eww.) Anyway... Trillian Taim walks in and looks at her commlink. Over at a small, dark table, a dark figure sitting with two large humans waves half-heartedly. Trillian gulps a bit and makes her way over to the table.

You summon a Mercenary (Cheap) and it appears in the room with you!

You summon a Mercenary (Cheap) and it appears in the room with you!

You summon a Mercenary (Expensive) and it appears in the room with you!

Nez watches as Trillian opens the boarding ramp, amused for a moment. Then when the hot air hits her, the amusement grows, watching her toss the jacket aside. With that, he follows her lead through through to the jizz filled pub. As he walks, he moves with a brisk, purposeful stride which is likely in stark contrast to Trillian. Then there is the contact at the table, and this is the sort of business Nez is actually fairly decent at.

One of the humans at the table stands up as Trillian and Nez come closer. Wearing an ill-fitting black suit, he holds one hand up and is about to say something, when the figure who waved speaks up. "Alexei, it's fine. I do believe this is Ms. Trillian Taim." Slim, in a much better tailored suit, the man oozes confidence. His hair is greying at the temples, but Trillian notes that his hands are gnarled and covered in faint scars. She gets another uneasy feeling. The man in front of her is cutting into what looks like a large mushroom cap dressed in a thick, brown sauce. He takes a delicate bite and licks his lips before looking up at Trillian. "Ms. Taim? Please, join us." He dabs a linen napkin at his lips and half stands up, gesturing to the seat that Alexei had just gotten out of. Alexei grunts and stares at the tall, red Twi'lek. Nezlani is still slightly taller than the bulky human. The other figure, just as large as Alexei, but with longer, greasier hair, looks disinterested, and is bopping his head along to the jizz band.

Making a mental note only of the jizz band, Nez nods his head at the people in front of him. Though, he knows what the show is all about. His job is to sit near Trillian and let his seven feet and red skin do all the talking for him. He's supposed to look scary. As he takes the offered seat, he allows his gaze to linger on this Alexei for perhaps a moment longer than most would be comfortable with.

Nezlani Bebarv tests his Intimidate skill at a 100 difficulty.

 -Failed- (-9).

Alexei stares the tall Twi'lek right back, winking an eye and making a small smooching gesture before looking back at the man sitting with his meal. The man ignores him content to concentrate on cutting up the mushroom. He takes another bite before addressing Trillian. "Well, let's just get to business, shall we?" The man wipes his lips again and pushes the unfinished plate away from himself. Folding his hands, he regards the tiny pilot. "You have my control boards?" Trillian swallows and mumbles something. The man looks at her puzzled, and then cups his ear. "Could you speak up please, Ms. Taim?" Trillian blushes bright red. "... um... I'm sorry... um... yes. I'm... um... I mean... I have um... your manifest... here..." She fumbles with the datapad in her hand and then pushes it over to the man. The man looks at her amused and eyes over the manifest information. "Yes. This looks fine." Waving a hand over to the other seated figure, the man reaches into his jacket and pulls out a communicator that he hands over to the man. Opening it, he dials a frequency and then holds it up to his lips. He murmurs something into it, and then nodding with satisfaction, he hands the communicator back to the other man. "Thank you, Dimitri." The other man grunts and goes back to watching the jizz band. Turning his attention back to Trillian, he folds his hands again. "Well, it seems that everything is in order," he pauses and an expression of contrite sadness comes across his face. "Now, to a bit of sad news... Much of my current investments are tied up in this little bit of speculation, which is why I needed the control boards. I'm afraid that I can't pay you right now, but will be more than happy to compensate you in a couple of weeks after the speculation comes due. I don't suppose that would be a problem, would it?" Trillian looks up at the man alarmed. "Wh..what? That wasn't the deal!" she blurts out. The man looks at her dissapointedly.

Knowing Nez hasn't had the affect on Alexei that he intended, he doesn't seem too particularly perturbed by that. Instead he turns his attention towards the figure in front of him, regarding the business that Trillian is involved with curiously. There is perhaps, a 'look' when she start to fumble over the manifests and addressing the potential business partner, but it is washed away quickly when there is mention of failing to pay. To which Nez bulks out his chest a bit and leans forward. A red skinned hand comes down onto the table in front of him, though not quite with a thump. With that, he shakes his head at the man sitting across from Trillian, his lekku swishing back and forth gently as he does so. "That won't do." He says, placing a hand on Trillian's wrist under the table, perhaps an unseen move. "If this is the case, then we'll take the cargo and leave until you are able to pay for it. If you can't in the next couple of days, then we'll sell it. That's the bottom line."

Nezlani Bebarv tests his Intimidate skill at a 100 difficulty.

 +SUCCESS+ (37).

As the red hand lands definitively on the table, Alexei and Dimitri, both jump a bit. Their attention hadn't been as distracted as they had seemed. Dimitri has both hands on the table in a flash, and Alexei continues to hulk menacingly in the background. The man looks at Nezlani curiously. "And you are...? I wasn't aware that Ms. Taim was incapable of conducting her own business..." he says mildly. Trillian flushes, and shoots Nezlani a look. She composes herself, and pats Nez on the hand under the table before taking her wrist back. "... It's um... no, this is Nezlani Bebarv. He's an associate of mine. He just gets... um... concerned about fairness. He's a very fair person." Trillian says, somewhat lamely. She looks at the man again and then quails a bit. "Um... I mean... sorry... I was just... um... surprised... at the conditions. I suppose... um... I suppose I understand your situation. But... I um... really must insist... um... that's what the agreement was for." Trillian tries to sit up and look brave.

Catching the glance from Trillian, Nez hasn't particularly budged from his posture. He still allows his facial expression and posture to speak volumes about how he is entirely unwilling to let Trillian get screwed over in this transaction. Casting a glance towards Alexei and then towards Dimitri, he begins to examine them for any weapons they may have on them. At least, anything that is visible. The hand of his that is under the table moves to be placed on the under surface of it, ready to flip it at a moments notice if needed. Though he doesn't particularly say anything at the moment.

Nezlani Bebarv tests his Spot skill at a 100 difficulty.

 +SUCCESS+ (51).

Nezlani Bebarv tests his Spot skill at a 125 difficulty.

 -Failed- (-33).

Nezlani Bebarv tests his Knowledge:streetwise skill at a 100 difficulty.

 -Failed- (-24).

Nezlani eyes the two goons, they seem like big guys... But no visible weapons or holsters. Dimitri opens his jacket, and Nezlani can see the hilt of a vibroblade. Alexei just puffs up and tries to look larger. Trillian swallows and blanches a bit. The man addresses her casually again, looking disappointed. "... Surely we can work something out," he purrs, holding his hands open on the table. "There's no need for this to become... difficult." He eyes Nezlani with a sidelong glance. "Tell you what, Ms. Taim. I can procure the credits for you by tonight. Simply agree to be my guest until then. Perhaps, I can show you the sights of Ryl... or we can get to... know each other more... intimiately..." Trillian visibly shudders. "um... no... no thank you. I... um... I think I should be going now." She starts to stand up, but Alexei puts two big hands on her shoulders and forces her back down with a squeak.

There is no way in hell that Nez is going to allow -that- to fly. The table he was considering flipping, comes launching into the air as Nez stands up quickly and aggressively. Should Trillian get the chance to look at his facial expression, there is a snarl of rage as he throws a punch at Alexei to back him away from Trillian. "Get to cover, move!" He barks out towards Trillian, providing her a set of instructions and not even bothering to look to see if she had followed through with it.

<Combat> Nezlani Bebarv's attack hits NPC: Mercenary (Cheap) (8493) at a 100 difficulty! (54)

    * Damage: 0 wound and 30 stun.

Trillian lets out a yelp as she's forced down into the chair again. And then suddenly, there's a lot of things happening at once. The table, for example, goes flying. Nezlani is up like a flash, slamming his fist into Alexei's face. Alexei looks mildly surprised and spins around to the floor. He shakes his head and gets to his feet groggily. There's yelling. And shouting. And an incredible holosax solo... that everybody is ignoring, because now there are a lot of people looking over at the brawl about to take place. "Typical..." thought the holosax player, ignoring the frantic signal from the keyboardist and taking another 24 bars of solo. The drummer groaned inwardly and tried to pinpoint where he had made such a horrible life choice. As the table flips over, Dimitri grabs the other man by the shoulders and pulled him back out of the way. Pulling a wicked looking vibroblade out of his jacket, he snarls and eyes the young pilot. Trillian sits, frozen in the chair, staring in horror. "Oh... no. no no no no no.... " she moans, shaking her head.

Trillian Taim checks everyone's initiative.

Trillian Taim placed first in initiative. (7/100)

Nezlani Bebarv placed second in initiative. (13/88)

NPC: Mercenary (Expensive) (10292) placed third in initiative. (5/85)

NPC: Mercenary (Cheap) (10287) placed fourth in initiative. (14/84)

NPC: Mercenary (Cheap) (8493) placed fifth in initiative. (4/74)

"Move your ass, beautiful!" Nez howls, pulling his E-11 blaster rifle from his back as quickly as he can. Just as quickly, he inspects the charge pack and then toggles the selector switch from safety to kill. With that done, he aims the now ready to fire weapon towards Alexei. These targets are melee close quarters, so he knows he has to bring them down quickly.

<Combat> NPC: Mercenary (Cheap) (8493)'s attack hits Nezlani Bebarv at a 100 difficulty! (30)

   * Damage: 0 wound and 12 stun.

<Combat> NPC: Mercenary (Cheap) (10287)'s attack misses Trillian Taim at a 100 difficulty! (-47)

"Alexei, Dimitri, I don't care about the Twi'lek. But take the girl alive. No sense in damaging the merchandise." The man snarls from the back. He reaches into his inner jacket and pulls out a small hold-out blaster. He jams a powerpack into it, and it whines a high-pitched sound, charging. As he does so, Alexei charges towards Nezlani, trying to grab the rifle in his hands. He manages to grab the rifle, and pulls it up into Nezlani's chin, pushing him back. Dimitri stalks over to where Trillian is still sitting frozen in the chair, and grabs at her, holding the vibroblade in front of her. Trillian finally scrambles out of her chair, just missing being grabbed. She fumbles with the holster at her hip, trying to get out her blaster.

<Combat> Nezlani Bebarv's attack hits NPC: Mercenary (Cheap) (8493) at a 100 difficulty! (10)

   * Damage: 31 wound and 3 stun.

<Combat> Nezlani Bebarv's attack hits NPC: Mercenary (Cheap) (8493) at a 110 difficulty! (25)

   * Damage: 37 wound and 3 stun.

Being the expert of ranged combat that Nez is, he is able to wrestle his weapon away from Alexei and turn it back on the figure and open fire with a controlled burst of red colored blaster bolts. Although Alexei was able to interrupt his shooting, Nez is able to drop the thug before turning his weapon towards the mercenary that is now after Trillian. "Get off her you big lug of Hutt-spawn!" He shouts with rage towards Dimitri.

<Combat> NPC: Mercenary (Cheap) (10287)'s attack hits Trillian Taim at a 100 difficulty! (45)

   * Damage: 17 wound and 1 stun.

<Combat> NPC: Mercenary (Expensive) (10292)'s attack hits Nezlani Bebarv at a 100 difficulty! (88)

   * Damage: 46 wound and 3 stun.

Poor Alexei. We hardly knew ye... But Alexei has other things on his mind now... Mainly filling out the great character creation generator in the afterlife, trying to figure out what he wants to play next. Meanwhile... Dimitri snarls again as Trillian twists and turns and slips out of his grasp. The man in the back screams as Alexei's body hits the ground. "You kriffing bastard!" he shouts, eyes wide in hatred. "You're dead! All of you! Dead!!" He squeezes the trigger on the blaster and catches Nezlani dead in his sights. A crimson bolt streaks through the air, catching Nezlani in the shoulder. Dimitri savagely kicks a chair out of the way and pounces on the poor girl, stabbing her in the arm. Trillian's eyes open wide with shock as the blade pierces her flesh. Screaming incoherently, she finally pulls the blaster free of the holster, and holds it up, point blank at Dimitri's face. There is a look of surprise and terror in Dimitri's eyes as Trillian squeezes the trigger. A click and a tired whine sounds out, but nothing comes out of the pistol. "What? Now what? Oh no no no no..." Trilian moans as she depresses the trigger a few more times, to no avail.

<Combat> Nezlani Bebarv's attack hits NPC: Mercenary (Expensive) (10292) at a 100 difficulty! (36)

   * Damage: 46 wound and 4 stun.

<Combat> Nezlani Bebarv's attack hits NPC: Mercenary (Expensive) (10292) at a 110 difficulty! (61)

   * Damage: 62 wound and 6 stun.

<Combat> Nezlani Bebarv's attack hits NPC: Mercenary (Cheap) (10287) at a 120 difficulty! (87)

   * Damage: 62 wound and 6 stun.

Nezlani, big goddamn hero that he is, pulls the barrel of his E-11 into line at the angry, snarling fellow at the back. Squeezing the trigger twice, crimson bolts lance through the man, catching him in the upper torso and leg. The man spins around, slamming into a table and crumples to the ground, smoking. Trillian screams in terror again, as Dimitri grabs the blaster out of her hands and tosses it away. He licks his lips as he eyes Trillian over, and straddles her, putting the point of the vibroblade at her shoulder. "Tch... girls like you shouldn't play with nasty blasters," he hisses. "That's not very ladylike..." He laughs cruelly, and then starts to push on the end of the pommel. The tip pierces her shoulder and Trillian screams again in pain as the vibroblade cuts into her shoulder. Trillian's about to black out when suddenly the weight of Dimitri is gone from her chest. She looks up and sees a very angry Nezlani standing over the crumpled remains of Dimitri, the barrel of his E-11 wafting Tibana gas. "... should have just paid the lady," Nezlani mutters.

The smouldering hole in Nez's shoulder still smokes, a red skinned hand coming up to nurse the wound. Now that the adrenaline in his system is gone, the pain is on full power. With that, Nez lets out a loud groan in response. "Kriffing Hutt-spawned, sleemo nerf herders!" He shouts, deactivating his E-11 and pushing it up over his good shoulder to strap it to his back. With that, he leans in with his good arm and offers hand to Trillian to help her back to her feet. "Come on, search these goons and let's get out of here before anyone else gets any ideas." He says, trying -very- hard to resist gritting his teeth at her due to the pain.

Trillian looks around in mild shock. She starts to pat down the pockets of the crumpled Dimitri, but her hands start shaking and she folds them in her lap. "Um... I... um... I think i just want to... um... go..." She's shaking, and reaches a hand up to hold her arm, which is bleeding quite a bit. Looking over at Nezlani, she gasps. "You're shot! Oh no! We need to... um... we need to get you to a hospital!" Trillian stumbles to her feet, and immediately falls over, weak at the knees.

"If you're ready to go, then let's go." Nez instructs, gritting his teeth as he bears through the pain. Alas, Trillian crumples to the ground and Nez hobbles his way over to her, leaning down to attempt to help her to her feet again. There is yet another offered hand for her, despite being the one who is in much more pain. His right arm simply dangling uselessly as tries to help Trillian to her feet again. "Don't worry about me. We've got to get you looked after first, then me."

Trillian struggles to her feet again, and helps to support Nezlani as the pair hobble out of the club. The shocked patrons stare at them as they leave, murmuring in their wake. They stumble around for a bit, and then find themselves back at the Starport. Trillian grimaces under the hot sun and looks at the Stranger. "Sorry that ended up... being... well... I don't know what that was. But I'm glad you were there." Trillian says, helping Nezlani up the entry ramp. "C'mon. I'll fly us back to Nar, and we can get patched up at the clinic. In the mean time, I can help you a little." As they get on board, Trillian hits the buttons to secure the entry ramp and then grabs a small medkit. There doesn't seem to be enough gauze to patch up Nez's shoulder, but she stuffs what she can in there and tapes it as best as she can. (It doesn't help. Like, literally at all.) "Ok. Hang tight, let's go home."

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Hobbling with Trillian on his left side, Nez moves with every bit of evidence of his pain on full display. When they get back into the ship, he carefully eases himself back into the co-pilots seat, favoring his freshly wounded shoulder. With all of that done, he looks towards Trillian and gives her a wide but weak grin. "I guess this means we're even as far as the cup of caf goes, huh?" There is a low chuckle, Nez shaking his head with amusement. "Too bad. I was hoping to con you into going to a diner with me."

Trillian settles into the pilot's chair, wincing as she reaches for the controls. "Hah... I'm not sure how you can think about food right now. Raincheck... please... I think first we need to visit the clinic... Get ourselves patched up." Trillian winces as she works the controls, geting the ship up and into atmosphere in pained silence. As they line up for hyperspace, she hits the throttle and they enter the tunnel of light again. "I think I need to go lie down for a bit, if you don't mind. Please make yourself comfortable. There's a couch in here, if you'd like. Use the intercom if you need me for anything. I'll be back before we hit realspace." Trillian smiles weakly, and then struggles to get to her feet. She shuffles to the door to the cabin, and then turns around. "Oh, and. Um... Thanks, Nez. I owe you for this one." She smiles again and then is gone through the door.

Once they are in hyperspace, Nez releases the safety straps and makes his way towards the couch that Trillian indicated. With that, he carefully eases himself into it, stretching the full length of his body onto it. Considering how damned tall he is, there is no way in hell anyone else could fit on it, if it's a normal sized couch. "Of course Trillian. I was just glad to be here for you." Though has closed his eyes so he doesn't notice that she is gone. "I'd do it all over again if the moment arose. But if you're really intent on making it up to me..." There is an unseen grin on his face.

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--- Executive Producer ---

Dick Wolf