Another Frelling Mess (Closed RP)

[Tirsa Krylana]

Tirsa gets shoved through the crowd of Gamorreans and off-world traders by the two guards of the Clan Matron she royally ticked off. Her neck is sore from the collar around her neck and she can only imagine what kind of punishment she is going to receive. This is Gamorr. This isn't going to be pretty.

"Last time I do a favor for Endo," she mumbles under her breath. Tirsa gets hit in the back with the blunt end of a vibro-ax and stumbles into the middle of the arena. It's full of mud, more mud, and a lot more mud. She makes a face as she sees all the morrts slopping around in the putrid muck. The guards grunt something and head off and Tirsa looks around, seeing that the seats are packed with spectators.

"I love being put on display ... again."

A Gamorrean stands, and the only reason Tirsa recognizes her is because this was the one she tried to swindle. She was trying to sell cheap vibro-weapons at "Sheebareevadee's Emporium of Interstellar Goods" for a higher price and got caught. Stupid Squibb that ran it gave her away and now she was stuck here in this frelled up situation.

The Matron grunts out her punishment and Tirsa has to try and keep her stomach from heaving. First the smell, the wretched smell of the mud isn't great for the senses, but to have to look upon the saliva dripping, morrt ridding pig doesn't help at all. Since she was once a slave to Jabba, Tirsa understands Gammorean, and if she is hearing right, she needs to prove her honor in a fight. Since having a Gamorrean fight her is beneath them, she will face a human. The fight must be to their standards.

"Well, at least I stand a chance now."

No ranged weapons and no magic can be used. The fight is hand-to-hand or the weapons provided.

"Thank Vishan I'm not Force Sensitive then."

Tirsa sighs when she hears that being sneaky and attacking from behind is met with disapproval.

"Great. Two of my best qualities."

She scans the crowd and notices that her pack and blaster rifle are over by the Matron. She thanks the gods for that and watches the guards return. They are carrying a set of spears and vibro-axes. They stick the weapons in the mud in various places of the circle. Tirsa watches them carefully and realizes that she is in deep dren. There is no way she can make a break for it and doing that would be dishonorable in their eyes and she would be put to death.

"Endo is one dead Rodian. Maybe, I shouldn't have ruined his cigars."

Out of the corner of her eye, she notices that another person has been shoved into the arena. Turning around, Tirsa gets a good look at her. Female human with short blond hair and a slim build. Her frame is somewhat larger then Tirsa's, but comparable. What doesn't give Tirsa much comfort is the way she carries herself. She can tell that her opponent has been in fights before and holds confidence in each stride.

"I'm totally frelled."

[Endo Freedoo]

:: Occupying Sith Kat’s Sith Infiltrator The Chimera, as it resides in a secluded area on the planet of Gamorr, Endo works on the cloaking device, removing the power supply that has been totally fried from the amount of times it has been used. He mumbles under his breath in Rodian, as he lies on his back with his arms both buried up into the compartment beneath the cloaking device. ::

I sure hope Tirsa is able to acquire that new power cell, by whatever means necessary. We can’t afford to buy a new one, and an Infiltrator without is fairly useless to us.

:: A clanging sound is heard as he drops a sonic spanner inside the compartment and he utters some curse words under his breath and sits up some from off his back so that he can feel around inside for the dropped tool. ::

[Qourr Mhawat]

Her skin and clothes, and the pallet on which she is lying feels clammy. Something smells of rotted leaves and sweaty bodies - sweaty, non-human bodies. She can hear squishy, rustly and clanking noises coming from somewhere on the other side of the wall she believes is dividing this room from the next. But her eyes just register darkness.

"Flightly hell! what's this?"

As she raises herself from the pallet, her head begins to throb - violently. And from her stomach, she can feel an acid burning enveloping her guts.

No doubt about it - she was hungover.

She can remember arriving on this mud-wallow of a planet with her partner, Jekaan, on the search for a pair of Gamorreans Iceheart needed for some reason. They'd found two almost immediately, had closed the deal, and then Jekaan had dragged her off to the Irrational Number, a seedy bar run by a Bith in Jugsmuk Station. That resulted in a long session drinking some vile Gamorrean version of lomin-ale, during which Jekaan had somehow managed to get friendly with two of the local people and gotten involved in a friendly game of sabbacc.

After that, her mind draws a blank.

From the other side of the wall, she can hear grunting. Her grasp of Gamorrean is virtually non-existant, but that sounds like whoever is grunting is very angry. Which still doesn't explain why there's any grunting at all - if things went as expected, she should be on board Jekaan's ship right now, on her way back to Corusc---

"Flightly hell!"

It's all coming back to her now - Jekaan and his stupid bets! He ran out of credits soon enough, and, confident in his last hand being the winning hand, had put her up as the prize! As they had dragged her off to meet her new "owners", she recalled Jekaan calling after her, saying that she should just punch her way back whenever she had a good opportunity.

"I am soooo going to kill that bastard!"

For now, she has to wait and see what might happen.

A grey streak of Gamorrean afternoon sunlight falls into the room she is in. Someone must have opened a door, she thinks, before her eyes register that all that is separating her from the rest of the hold, is a curtain.

As a greyish-yellow sow enters the cubicle, Qourr nearly faints. The sour and rotten smell coming off the female Gamorrean makes her already queasy stomach turn and revolt. She manages to stand up somehow, though, and to meet the sow's stare unflinching.

" Muh! Muh v'lch!" The Gamorrean finally grunts. She picks one of the thumb-sized gray parasite morrts out of her hair and holds it to her shoulder where it could find better purchase. Her pale yellowish flesh is dotted with the scabs of their bites, Qourr notices.

"Huh?"

Whatever that fat sow is saying, Qourr isn't getting a word of it.

The Gamorrean seems to have provided a solution for the problem, though, and thumbs on a tiny transliterator droid hanging around her neck.

[Ugmush my name. Clan matron of Nudskutch]

Qourr could understand her alright now.

[Outlander v'lch slave to Ugmush now.]

Qourr doesn't like that one bit - apparently, the two shady guys from the bar have sold her to the Gamorreans. Oh well, time to try a bit of diplomacy.

"Hey look - this wasn't my idea. My partner gave me away in a sabbacc game. Look, I'll just walk out of here now, and we'll forget all about this, right?"

[Outlander girl fight now. Got cheating girl outside - outlander v'lch fight her.]

Flightly hell, so much for diplomacy...

"Look, I'm not gonna fight anyone, do you understand me? You can't make me--uuuurgh!"

At that point the sow just grabs her by the neck and drags her out into the open air, into knee-deep oozing slosh on the ground in front of the hut.

[Outlander girl fight other outlander now, then we talk buying freedom, yes?] the sow grunts at her.

"Uh....I'm not gonna f---grrrrglll!"

Once again, the hefty Gamorrean sow clamps her strong fingers around Qourr's wind-pipe. After an agonizingly long minute of dangling with her legs in the air from the sow's hand, Qourr finally relents and gestures submissal.

"Alright, alright - I'll fight. Now where is that other girl?"

As the clan matron shoves her through the masses of oncoming Gammorreans, Qourr tries to find her partner's face in the crowd. But if Jekaan is anywhere on the planet, he's got to be hiding away for a while - probably nursing a hangover.

As they march, the sow gives out a long series of grunts that the small droid translates as the Gamorrean Honour code and Battle rules. Qourr starts wondering what all that crap is for - it's either going her way, or no way. But then, she definately isn't in the right position to discuss that. She'll just take it as it comes.

Finally they reach the battle arena. Rotted leaves and the same knee-deep slosh awaits her, and on the other side of the field, a human female.

I wonder what that one's done to deserve this...oh well, better get on with it.

It takes her only a second to gauge out the situation. Whatever the other one is, she sure looks like she's in the wrong kinda place.

Qourr's instincts take over - the pure joy to be in combat again.

With a whooping war-cry, she runs straight at the other girl, ramming her head into the girl's stomach.

They both tumble to the ground.

[Jekaan Oludh]

Jekaan lifted his aching head and stared for the zillionth time over to the door.

Where in drokkin space is Qourr???

He can't remember all too much about the previous night, but he did vaguely remember having made this place a back-up if they got lost.

Well, Qourr hasn't turned up at the ship that morning, and there was no sign of her being anywhere near it, so he made his way to Momma Reseros' and waited there.

It isn't exactly the best of places to go on an upset stomach and an aching head. The place was a dease-ladle diner, run by a Chevin called Reseros Meh - who had to be about the grumpiest female he'd ever met of any species.

Without being asked, she had grumpily put down a plate of steamy and extremely unappetizing-looking mushrooms in front of him when he'd entered, and the slimy sponginess of the things wobbling on his plate isn't exactly good for keeping his stomach calmed.

He can't figure out what's happened to Qourr - she's not usually the one to go off without a word.

But what puzzles him more is the severe case of amnesia he seems to suffer from - he can't remember anything that happened the night before.

Resignedly, he once more looks at the steaming heap of brown slime before him, and sighs.

She's probably off beating the crap out of some poor innocent bastard...

[Tirsa Krylana]

Tirsa has no time to react to the other woman's quickness. She grunts as the human tackles her to the ground with a painful headbutt to her stomach. Both women tumble to the ground and smack right into the muck. She can feel the wet mud oozing through her clothes and the slimy morrts wiggling around by her fingers.

It was more of a surprised scream of horror to the foul creatures then the human's attack that escaped her mouth. Tirsa just wanted to not be laying around in this disgusting environment any longer. With strength found through desperation, she kicks up her legs and tosses the human over her body. A loud squishy noise accompanied the impact of her opponent's fall and Tirsa quickly rose to her feet ... and then quickly found herself slipping in the mud, and falling face first.

With a look of disgust, she raises her head and spits out some of the rancid mud, "Uuuhhh. Taste like dren." She wipes away the mud off her face and pulls off a morrt from her hair, throwing it away. She looks up and by chance she slipped close to a spear.

Grabbing onto the weapon with both hands, she pulls herself up carefully, not wanting another face first expedition into the wonders of the mud. She takes out the spear and holds it out in front of her clumsy. "Maybe I should've paid more attention to Kat fighting, then Kat. Frell ..."

Tirsa sighs and takes a few steps and then slides over the mud to where the human is starting to get up and tries to take a swing at her with the pointy end of the spear.

[Qourr Mhawat]

"YEOWWWW!!!!"

Qourr is tossed backwards into the mud by the other girl. This time, she lands face-first in the slime and comes up coughing and spluttering, as the mud seems to have gotten into her mouth somehow, and up her nose.

"Flightly scraggin hell!"

She curses, trying to grab for some foothold to escape from the wet ooze. She is drenched in the stuff from head to toe, and if her opponent is anything to judge by, then she probably got a handful of those ugly parasite creatures hanging off her somewhere, too.

The short look she's given her opponent just then makes her stop in mid-motion. The girl is blue! She's fighting a damn freak, not a human!

If there's one thing Qourr can't stand then it's freaks: people that look human but have some strange modifications. Cyborgs are alright - most of them just got bits of themselves replaced after accidents and such. But people with skin colours other than the normal ones - green, or blue, or splotchy, or whatever - those were just mutilated freaks to her. Freaks who are trying to pass themselves off as something better than human, usually.

Suddenly the blue freak is standing before her, and Qourr is dodging spear-attacks.

As much as the slippery mud allows her, Qourr scrambles to her feet, dodging another thrust from the spear.

I've got to get myself a weapon.

She tries her best to slosh her way across the field, in the general direction of one of those vibro-axes the Gamorreans have planted there earlier. The spear keeps being thrown at her.

Midway across the field, she's got enough. This damn freak will have to be stopped.

Staying right where she is, Qourr waits for her opponent to thrust the spear against her left side again. As the blue girl attacks once again from her left, Qourr dodges into the same direction, and the spear goes wide to her right. Qourr quickly grabs the spear with both her hands, and tries to push it back towards her attacker's own torso.

But the force extended from both sides of the spear just manages to overbalance both of them, and they end up getting another mouthful of mud.

[Tirsa Krylana]

And yet again, the human finds a way to push them both into the muck. Tirsa's hair is completely matted to her head and face and what is worse, her whole body is covered in the slime. Her body starts shivering with cold as the wet mud soaks through the rest of her clothes and she whimpers because now she can feel the slugs again. The wiggling morrts are all over her and she can feel one sliding close to her mouth. If that wasn't enough to totally destroy what little dignity she had left, the sounds of grunting laughter from the Gamorreans all around the arena do. It leaves a nice, painful, echo in her ears.

"What did I do to deserve this?"

Since both of them landed on their sides, Tirsa fights off the cold and pushes with all her strength on the spear, forcing the human on her back. Spitting the morrt out of her mouth, she gets on top of her and presses the spear down on the human's neck. She grits her teeth as she is trying her hardest to match strength with her.

"I can't do this. No way I'm strong enough."

She figures that there is only one way to get out of this and it might work. Perhaps the mutual situation that they both have landed themselves in might be enough to persuade her opponent to listen to her. Tirsa's arms are sore and she is struggling to keep control so she has to make this fast.

"Look," she says through clentched teeth, "I highly doubt your here cuz you wanna be. Maybe if we put our heads together, we can get out of this."

[Qourr Mhawat]

Qourr is having a hard time keeping herself from being pushed under the mud. Since she is using as much force keeping the other girl from knocking her out with that spear, as her opponent is pushing her down, she is threatened by the stinking grey ooze around her that wants to cover her up and entomb her completely.

Not only that, but the blue-skinned girl squatting down on her stomach, is keeping her from actually ever getting her feet up under her. Her opponent's knees and feet are pressing against her hips and thighs, making it virtually impossible to do anything.

The smelly mud covers her chest and neck now.

Lifting her head doesn't work, because she doesn't have that much strength left - the blue-skinned freak is a lot stronger than she's originally expected her to be.

I've got to get out of this mud, before it buries me alive!

Just then she hears the other girl talking to her, and at the same time she notices a slight loss of resistance against her hold on the spear. Were it any other kind of situation, and her own future less in danger, she'd probably not even think of agreeing with her opponent. But as it is, there isn't a lot she alone can do to end this ridiculous situation - maybe together they'd have a chance.

Still, she is loathe to show so much weakness against an inferior opponent. A mad idea comes to her then.

"Sure, my dearie, we can put our heads together, but...."

Suddenly she releases her hold on the spear, and, robbed of all resistance, the other girl falls forward with the spear onto Qourr's chest. Before she can do anything to retaliate, Qourr grabs for the blue girl's feet with her hands, and pulls them up and towards her.

Loosing her balance completely just as she's managed to upright herself again, the girl goes flying over her in with a shrill cry, to land heavily on her stomach, wiht her face turned to Qourr.

Qourr turns around in the mud herself, and grabs the spear that her opponent still holds. She grins at the blue-skinned girl.

"...now's a better time to talk."

[Tirsa Krylana]

Tirsa hits the ground with a sickening splattering noise as her body molds into the mud. She gags and brings her head to look up at the human women with a look of disgust. Her blueish-white face is now completely covered in the gunk. The woman can see the mud caked over Tirsa's hair and face. She blinks away the wet mud from her eyes and a look of playfulness comes across them.

"Ah yes. Perhaps we can put our heads together." She quickly pulls the spear towards herself. The human wasn't ready for that and looses what little leverage she has. She comes straight down into the grinning Tirsa and gets headbutted. A loud crack is heard and the woman falls to her side. Tirsa uses this opportunity to push on the spear back towards her opponent and now gets herself back to the original position before being heaved into the mud.

"I personally think this is a better position to talk in. Don't you?", she says grinning.

She can't see any reaction to what she said since the woman's face is completely covered in mud. She was about to let up when she feels a solid hit to the center of her back. She grunts out in surprise and then gets smacked in the face with the spear. She falls to her side and the human tries to get back in control. The end result of the struggle is the two women rolling closer to the stands, kicking up mud and morrts, as they fight for dominace.

[Endo Freedoo]

:: Endo’s arms come out from inside the maintenance compartment and he holds a small cylindrical device in his hands. The device has a transparisteel section in its center and the core can be seen to be quite black and lifeless. ::

Yep, its definitely shot.

:: He sets it aside and looks at his chronometer, then double checks the chronometer on the ships computer. ::

She has been gone considerably longer than expected. I wonder what kind of trouble she has gotten herself into this time?

:: He sits down in the pilots chair, wipes some grime from his hands with a small cloth and then begins pressing the input keys of the console, bringing up a low range surface scan, searching the planet’s immediate area for any signs of a Nebari, knowing full well that Tirsa is most likely the only Nebari on this entire bog of a planet. His display lights up with several different blips, which look to be gathered together, witnessing some type of event. He notices one of the blips registers as human, while the second of the blips, centrally located when compared to the mass of life signs, is the one he was seeking, a Nebari.::

That must be her.

[Jekaan Oludh]

After gradually and listlessly moving the wobbeling mass of mushrooms on his plate from one side to the other a couple of times, Jekaan finally puts down his fork with a loud and resigned clatter.

There still is no sign of Qourr, and it's time they got off this mudball of a planet.

And Jekaan's head isn't doing very well. Snatches of what happened the night before resurface from time to time in his memory, but all in all, the previous night remains a blur to him. If only he could find someone who could tell him what happened.

An almost sense of dread overcomes him. Not just dread...but something worse. A feeling of guilt and remorse, as if he did something bad. But what????

[Qourr Mhawat]

"What..."

Qourr is flung once again onto her back as the blue-skinned girl regains her stance. With her arms pinned to the ground this time, there isn't much she can do to get out from under her.

"...were you..."

Her opponent brings her head lower to listen to her, a mirk on her muddy face. Both of the girls are covered over and over in mud, morrts and rotted leaves... streams of brakish water runs down their hair, their faces, their clothes. A morrt drops from the blue girl's head onto Qourr's eye, and she shakes it off in disgust.

"...trying to say?"

She finally manages to finish her sentence, and as her opponent stoops closer to listen, Qourr brings up her head with force and headbutts the other girl.

Her opponent brings her arms up to her head, and Qourr gets her hands free to punch her into the soft spot beneath the rib cage. As the blue-skinned freak falls sideways to curl into a little ball of agony, Qourr gets away and finally manages to get her hands onto one of the vibro-axes the Gamorreans have so graceously provided.

[Tirsa Krylana]

She breathes in heavy ragged gulps of air, trying to not whimper as the pain burns through her gut. Tirsa manages to get her head up in time to see the human woman grab onto an axe.

"Frell. Got *cough* to get up ..." She moans and gets to her knees. The human woman pulls the axe out of the muck and Tirsa looks around for the other one. It is far to her right side and she knows she doesn't have the strength to get it now. Course, now the human woman bellowed a war cry and is coming at her.

Tirsa looks around for options and doesn't see any. She gets to one knee and has to time this right, since it's the only way. As the axe comes down, Tirsa rolls to the left and the axe gets stuck in the mud. She quickly grabs onto the human's leg and pulls, sending the woman unceremoninously to the ground. Scrambling to get up, Tirsa makes a break for the other axe.

Out of breath, she grabs onto the handle and pulls it out with both hands. She hears her opponent getting with much swearing and she heads back, dragging the axe through the muck, "I said ..." She moves the axe behind her, " ... we should work together."

She swings the axe without any finesse and the human woman ducks easily. Tirsa spins around, looses her balance, and ends up in the mud once more as she slips. "Not frelling again!!!"

[Jekaan Oludh]

Finally, he gives up. There's no sign of Qourr, and there's nothing he can do except wait. He might as well trudge back to the spaceport - maybe she's waiting at the ship for him.

Pushing the unappetizing mass of mushrooms on his plate back at Momma Resero, who stands looking at him behind her counter, a disapproving look on her face. The two credits he throws onto the counter quickly change that look to a more favorable one.

I bet she's going to dump that back into her pot and serve it the next poor fool who comes in...

A moment later, he's outside, just in time to witness the weather going from the usual fog, to an even more usual rain in one second flat.

"Vader take this planet!" he mutters under his breath, as he pulls up the collar of his coat and plunges into the muddy and wet streets.

Pressing through the crowds of off-planet traders and native Gamorreans is no fun at any time. But there's something in the quality of that torrentuous rain that makes the native stink grow vile and putrid.

Finally he's through the milling mass of flabby bodies, and standing at the edge of a circular opening, a natural arena of sorts. The croud surrounding it is huddling under small repulsorlift shelters, or just coats and bits of protective clothing. There's mostly Gamorreans, anyway.

The arena itself seems to be filled with more mud and garbage than he's ever seen anywhere else around the place. And from what Jekaan can see through the rain, in the center of the arena, two apparently human warriors are fighting. He can't be sure what they are, but one thing is clear - they're definately not Gamorreans.

Seeking temporary shelter underneath one of the repulsorlift platforms, Jekaan steps closer, to watch. He might as well stay and have some fun - maybe there is someone around who he could have a couple of bets with...

[Qourr Mhawat]

Dodging the axe coming at her, Qourr performs a spin on the heels of her boots and tries to bring back both her feet onto the ground afterwards, but at the last moment she slips on something extremely slimy and falls straight forward onto her opponent.

With a whoofing sound coming from the other girl as her breath leaves her, Qourr lands heavy on her opponent. She quickly rolls off, and comes to lie next to her.

It is then that she realizes that something else has entered the fight: rain.

The rain is heavy and tastes of mud.

Figures...

As she lifts her head to see if she can still make out the Gamorrean spectators, her gaze falls onto one unmistakable outline.

"Jekaan..." The name comes out in a low growl.

Together with the anger and contempt that bubble up from her stomach at his sight, an idea comes to her. She grabs the other girl who's trying to slowly get up, and pulls her down onto the ground again.

"You said you want a way to get out of this mess?"

The blue-skinned girl looks at her, somewhat exasperated and not just a bit suspiciously: "That's what I've been trying to talk to you about, yeah..."

"Well, now's the time. And I know how."

Qourr grinned at the other girl who is looking at her with big eyes.

"Why now? why go through all this --" -the other girl wiped the muddy rain our of her eyes- "-- when we could have stopped it earlier?"

Qourr's grin now broadened.

"Because before, my good-for-nothing stupid nerf-herder of a partner wasn't here."

[Endo Freedoo]

:: He rises from his chair and leaves the scanner unit’s display as it is, showing the Nebari life sign, with those of a human in the middle of what looks to be a mass spectacle of some kind due to all the Gamorreans gathered around. Endo decides that he had better inform Kat, of what he has learned, it seems that Tirsa may be in trouble and he knows that she would want to know.

He walks to the rear of the ship and presses the button next to the door of Kat’s quarters, announcing he is there with a tone in her room. The door opens and Kat stands before him, looking as if she is curious and possibly even angry as to why he would interrupt her from her sleep. Endo, lowered his head in a slight bow to the Sith Lordess and proceeded to inform her of what the situation was with Tirsa. ::

Tirsa was out to get a new cloaking device power core for your ship, and it looks as if she may have stumbled into some trouble. I think the Gamorreans may have captured her. You can come look at the scan I have in the c0ckpit and see for yourself, that her situation does not appear to be a good one.

[Sith Kat]

"You were wise to wake me. Take us to them."

:: Her eyes flash over gold ::

"Now."

[Tirsa Krylana]

The human woman points with her head to the area where her partner was. Considering that he was the only non-Gamorrean hiding under the repulorlift platform, that had to be the person she was talking about.

Tirsa's lip curled in disgust as she spied the rotund form and a face that was just as portly as her captors. "My sympathies for having that as your partner."

She pushes the hair out of her face, letting the rain wash away the mud, "So ... how's he gonna help us outta this mess?"

From somewhere in the crowd, a Gamorrean snorts and grunts in a very unpleasant tone at the two women. Tirsa cringes as she understands every word and looks at the human who looks comfused. "Well, you better explain as we fight ..."

Tirsa decks the human woman in the face, " ... since the swine said we die if we stay sitting for too much longer."

[Qourr Mhawat]

Qourr reels back. There is an unmistakable taste of blood in her mouth, and when she feels for her teeth with her tongue, one has come loose. She spits it out.

She packs some punch after all, that one.

Surreptiously letting her gaze wander over the audience and the crowd of once again satisfied Gamorreans, she finally meets Jekaan's eyes through the dim curtain of rain. She grins at him, as she sees his expression change from his usual self-satisfied grin to a horrified stare.

She finally turns back to the other girl, and mumbles at her.

"That fat bastard sold me in a drunken stupor to that crowd of pigs over there. It's time he paid for that."

Feeling her aching chin with a hand, she slowly gets up from the ground, a little ahead of the other girl.

"But you're right - we better keep them happy while we talk..."

Suddenly she grabs for her opponent's hair, and pulls her up by it. Then, in another rapid motion, she delivers several quick slaps into the blue-skinned girl's face and resumes talking.

"We're going to rush at him, drag him in here, beat him senseless and leave him."

The crowd cheers as her blows come flying even faster. Her opponent's eyes begin to water, but she seems unable to even as much as raise her arms to defend herself.

"We'll drop on the ground and crawl out of this mud-bath. They're goin' to think that the fat bastard is us huddled into a ball - I don't think they'll realise that it's not us, through all that rain. Got it?"

Finally the other girl reacts and kicks Qourr aganst the shin a couple of times.

"I got it."

[Endo Freedoo]

:: Endo pulls a data pad from his belt and quickly uploads the data from the Chimera’s scanners, so that they may find their way. Traveling on foot would be their only option, he did not with to fly the ship to the scene, for without the cloaking device they would be easy targets to whatever military or law enforcement types this planet may posses.

With the data in the hand held device Endo turned and lead Kat to the exit of the ship, opening the hatch and lowering the ramp, out into the muddy and dark skies of the planet, the rain beating on the surface of the ramp as it lowered. ::

This is going to be messy.

:: He walked down the ramp and stepped down from the end of it, his boot sinking nearly to its top in the soft mud. He looked up at the dark sky as the rain fell and nodded. ::

Probably could have picked a much better place to find a power core, but this world was convenient at the time it failed.

[Sith Kat]

:: Kat strips off her leather, setting it neatly to side, and places her lightsabre in a leather pouch. She fastens it around her naked waist with a thin cord and ties her hair back into a tight ponytail. Kat walks down the ramp to join Endo and paints her body thickly with cold mud, finishing by slicking it through her hair ::

"I am your prisoner."

:: hands him a pair of binders and places her hands behind her back ::

[Jekaan Oludh]

His eyes go wide as he finally makes out who exactly it is that is fighting there. Qourr!!!

But how did she end up in--

His eyes then fall on the two humans standing a little way behind the main group of Gamorreans.

Those are...those are the ones I played against last night!

With a mental jerk, it all comes back to him then - how he played against them, how he bet everything he had on one last lucky hand - and finally had put his own partner up as prize. He as a vague memory of Qourr standing slightly bedazzled on top of the Sabbacc table, staring firebolts at him in anger.

He had lost, and they'd dragged her off, kicking and screaming.

Uh oh....this is not going to be good...

[Tirsa Krylana]

The human woman lets go of Tirsa after the last kick to her shin. She drops to one knee and grins up at her
new ally, "Well, I like that plan. The beating him senseless part, not the crawling in mud."

She turns her head to the side with a frown, seeing how far the man is and psyches herself up repeating in her head like a mantra. I'm not going to slip. I'm not going to slip ...

With a growl, Tirsa stands up steady and runs towards him, followed by her new "friend". Whoever this guy is, he is going to be so sorry when they are through with him.

The fat fool seem to be in a total state of shock, not knowing what is going on. He isn't sure if the two women are making a break for it, or what. It goes through his mind that perhaps the blue skinned girl is running away and Quorr is chasing after her. This is a good time as any to make up for his mistake.

Tirsa's eye open in surprise as the fat human gets in her way. A wide grin comes across her face as she leans forward, careful of maintaining her balance and shoulder blocks him in the gut. He stumbles back and what she feared would happen, happened.

She slips after the impact with the large girth and falls face first in the mud yet again.

[Jekaan Oludh]

"Whaaaaaa....?!!"

Punched in the gut, he flies backwards, but is stopped by a kick in the back from Qourr. He goes flying forward and further into the field of mud, landing face-down in the icky ooze with a loud splash.

The Gamorreans grunt in satisfaction at this welcome surprise.

Jekaan tries to get his head up to look around, but before he can make any further move, a hand grabs the back of his head and presses him furhter down into the muddy ground.

Mud gets into his eyes, his nose, his mouth...everywhere. After a short time, he can hear the roaring in his ears as his breath runs out.

He starts thrashing wildly with his arms.

Then his head is pulled up violently, and he gasps for air - just as Qourr's foot connects with his ribs.

He groans.

[Endo Freedoo]

As you wish.

:: Endo takes the binders and places them on Kat’s wrists, with her hands behind her back. They begin to trudge through the mud and Endo draws his blaster as they near the scene where Tirsa and the human woman are fighting with the Gamorreans watching in amusement. He keeps his blaster poised in her back as they arrive. The mud and grime in his boots has served to annoy him and his features display his annoyance as they arrive. ::

[Tirsa Krylana]

Tirsa gets up and wipes away the mud off her face. Getting up, she follows behind the human woman who is kicking her partner in the ribs.

As the fat man rolls over in the mud, Tirsa brings her leg back and kicks him hard in the chest, sending him back over onto his stomach. She gets ontop of him and pushes his face back into the soupy mud, choking him with a big grin on her face.

[Crowd of Gamorreans]

*roar of approval*

[Kick again!]

[Make round one eat morrts!]

[You chop off heads now, ugly humans!]

[Qourr Mhawat]

"That's..."

She swings her foot back for good measure, and kicks it forward into Jekaan's side, causing a faint cracking of his ribs. It sounds like music to her.

"...for gambling me away in a kriffin' game!"

As he curls up further, and gets kicked from the other side by the blue girl, Qourr grins, somewhat sadistically. Then she grabs Jekaan by the back of his tunic and pulls him up again.

"And this..."

She lets go and he falls back on the ground. With a slight nod at the other girl, she then jumps at him and lands on his back with a heavy thud.

"....this is for even thinking about using me as a kriffin' prize!!!!"

The other girl follows suit and falls over Jekaan's back beside her.

He's stopped groaning or moving.

Qourr whispers at her new ally. "Let's move out of here before the pigs figure out that this mountain of flesh doesn't include us."

[Sith Kat]

:: Kat closes her eyes, focusing on the darkside as the muddy ground begins to boil and churn. A huge wave of boiling mud crashes down upon the startled Gammoreons, causing them to squeal and retch as it fills their lungs ::

[Endo Freedoo]

:: He steps back from Kat a couple steps, suprised at what just occured. He looks through the mass of mud, trying to locate his associate among the filth, but is unable to make her out among the mass of mud covered bodies. ::

[Crowd of Gamorreans]

*squeal* *retch*

[Oof! Get off foot, clumsy fool]

[Hey watch spear, oaf!]

[Take that, foul swinekin]

[Oh yeah?]

*the crowd degenerates into a nasty brawl*

[Sith Kat]

:: Kat uses the force to unlock her binders and slips out of sight in the mass confusion. The snap hiss of a sabre is heard as one of the Gammoreons is sliced open, his steaming guts spilling out onto the ground. A red glow cuts through two more and disappears with another snap hiss ::

[Tirsa Krylana]

Tirsa nods and looks around as the Gamorreans begin to go at each other and are covered in mud. The fight seems to be progressing and heading this way.

"How the frell did that happen?"

She looks back at the human woman and down at the mud. The pools of blackened slop waiting for her to crawl into. She takes a deep breath and looks quick to see how far it will go and the least amount of resistance of the fighting Gamorreans are.

She figures it out and right before she is about to enter the rancid mud, she hears a sabre being ignited. She looks up and doesn't see where it came from, but sees the familiar head of a certain Rodian. She whispers Endo's name and dives into the mud, going over in her head what she could do to him as payback. Many different thoughts go through her head as the she trudges through the mud towards the Rodian.

[Endo Freedoo]

:: Seeing the glow of Kat’s saber Endo begins firing rounds from his blaster at as many of the short little blobs of mud he can make out, figuring they are Gamorreans, and figuring that he had better follow Kat’s lead of taking some of them out so that their escape may be facilitated, by the mass confusion. After taking two or three of the squat little beings down, he scans the area carefully to see if any others appear to be armed. ::

[Qourr Mhawat]

A second after her new ally has dissapeared into the mud, Qourr dives after her.

All she wants is to get out of here.

Doesn't matter how. As long as it won't mean getting a hand or arm or head chopped off by whoever is waving that saber around over there...

The Gamorreans fighting each other is the best chance she has. If she can get past them, stay low, crawl through mud and dirt and morrts and remain undiscovered, she'll be safe. Then she'll only have to reach the spaceport and the hangar, and she'd be past all danger. Once on the ship, she'd be able to fight off as many Gamorreans as they could throw against her.

As she seeks safe passage through Gammorean legs thrashing and plodding on the ground, she remembers the fate of her partner. The problem is that they are both responsible for each other, and as much as she hates him, there is no way that she could get away with leaving him here like this.

"Flightly hell..." she mumbles to herself.

I'll go to the ship and wait there for one more day for him to return. If he does not, then at least I can say that I tried my best...

Dodging an axe swung at her, she dives deeper, snaking over the muddy ground on her belly, until she reaches the relative safety of one of the traders' booths, to dissappear behind the stalls and curtains.

[Sith Kat]

:: Tirsa is grabbed roughly by a pair of Gamorreon hands and shoved onto her belly as another levels his axe at her head. A snap hiss is heard on the downward stroke as lightsabre slices though the air. A Gamorrean head lies on the ground in front of Tirsa, staring her in the face with lifeless eyes ::

[Tirsa Krylana]

Tirsa gets pushed over and her face presses down in mud. Lifting her head, she sees an axe going to be lowered through her head. She can't break free and closes her eyes, waiting for the inevitable ...

... sabre being ignited?

She opens her eyes in confusion and sees a Gamorreans head not attached to its body anymore, "HOLY FRELL!"

Tirsa tries to get up, but the other Gamorreans are holding her steady. She then hears the hum of the sabre moving through the air and the death grunts of her captors following soon after. Leaning over on her side, she wipes the mud off her face and sees Kat standing over her, "Thanks for saving my ass. Where's ..."

Looking around, she spots the sow that got her in this mess near Endo. She quickly gets up on her knees and yells out in Rodian to her partner, pointing, "ENDO! Get her! She has the power cell and my weapons!"

[Endo Freedoo]

:: His attention is suddenly averted from his scan of the area, as he hears a familiar voice. He sees a semi familiar face covered and caked with mud and hears what she asks, following the direction of her prompting hand he spots a squat little being carrying Tirsa’s blaster, and backpack. His eyes grow larger as he realizes that the entire purpose of being here, is currently in the possession of someone that it should not be. He whips his blaster around and takes a bead on the being’s head and squeezes off a precise shot.

The air fills with a short lived scream and is then followed with the splattering of mud and blood as the Gamorrean’s head explodes from the blast. Endo quickly starts moving in the direction of the kill, desperate to get his hands on the prize of the power cell, as well as Tirsa’s blaster, so that she may be able to better participate in their escape from this mass confusion. ::

[Jekaan Oludh]

The ground over which he floats is brown and black, but as he touches down, it gives way and he bounces up and down a few times.

Floating is nice.

He feels light, his bodyweight he can hardly notice. Even his head seems light. And there is a pleasant golden glow in the distance that makes him feel all warm and comfortable.

If it wasn't for the incessant drilling noise in his head, this would be perfect.

The noise grows louder and louder, and he looses his balance and bounces into all directions. Hitting his head and limbs on anything in the way, his body is gradually starting to break out in blisters and boils, and then the skies open up.

The downpour is slimy and ill-smelling, and as he looks on, it is blood that is falling all around and on him. The blood is heavy and drags him down, and he falls headfirst onto the ground.

His clothes are soaked in wet blood, his mouth and nose are full of blood. His lungs fill up with blood, and replace the air inside it.

A roaring in his ears overlays the sound of the drill he seems to have permanently lodged there. The roaring grows and grows, until he feels his head is about to explode. Then---

"UAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGH!"

***********

The Gamorrean tusker that accidently stepped onto something soft pressed in the mud, jumps back in surprised horror, as the mud begins to move and a huge form rears up and detaches itself from the rest of the mud.

Suddenly the mud creature develops eyes that open and cast a reddened stare at the poor Gamorrean Warrior. He's never heard of something like this.

Dropping his vibro-axe on the ground, he turns around and runs as the creature lunges at him.

***********

Jekaan's head hurts. The roaring has left off since he managed to get up from the mud that had suffocated him, but the drill in his head goes on forever.

And there seems to be a bloody battle going on around him.

His glassy-eyed stare comes to rest on the handle of the abandoned vibro-axe, and his heart leaps.

Weapon. Kill. Fun. Kill bloody gamorreans.

Two seconds later, a group of Gamooreans beating up an off-world trader stop in mid-thump in horrified terror as a creature seemingly made of mud with two lethal-looking blood-shot eyes and a big vibro-axe comes running at them, screaming a blood-curdling shrill cry:

"DRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKKKING PIIIIGS!!!!"

[Sith Kat]

:: Kat whirls at the sound of Jekaan's bellow, and sees a fat pig rushing in her direction, vibro-axe raised in the air. She rolls low, driving a heel into his groin and sends him flailing over her head, hitting the ground with a heavy splosh as he sinks facefirst into the mud again. She ignites her sabre, opening the belly of another Gamorrean and slips away as it's stinking innards spill out onto the fallen imperial ::

[Ugmush]

Ugmush stared in disgust as the moronic males degenerated into a melee, then in dismay as a lightsaber burst into view and started sending body parts flying. Her snout curled in anger at the sith as she considered how she might escape the slaughter, but just then she noticed the human female she had purchased, Quorr, making off towards the spaceport.

Bellowing in rage, Ugmush left the brainless mob to the Sith, and lit out after Quorr, her eyes glaring and strings of drool trailing from her tusks.


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[Tirsa Krylana]

Tirsa watches the Gamorrean die by Endo's blaster bolt and smiles. She starts to get up but then hears the most horrible scream that seems to be heading in the direction of her and Kat.

She turns her head to see the fat partner coming at them. Kat runs off to take care of him and Tirsa gets up to run after her equipment ... and she slides to a stop when three Gamorreans cut her off.

Tirsa begins to back up, eyeing the vibro weapons in their hands. She notices out of the corner of her eye that there is an escape route to her right, underneath a tarp covering something.

Tirsa catch!

She looks up to see where Endo's voice is coming from and only sees her blaster, followed by her pack, coming at her as the Gamorreans charge her. She jumps back to dodge the short vibro blade to her mid-section and rolls to her left, to miss the axe that came down and hit mud instead of her.

The pack and rifle land perfectly in her arms as she removes the safety with ease and open fires. The three pigs drop like flies and Tirsa smirks, happy to have a weapon that she is adept at. She quickly gets out of the fray and ducks under the tarp, peering out to get a better idea of the situation now.

Kat is no where to be seen but the mob of Gamorreans are trying to surround Endo.

"Bloody Frell ... huh?" As Tirsa turns her head when she swore, she noticed that the wooden crate that is next to her is written in Twi'lek. Something she can read and her eyes light up when it says explosives.

Taking the butt end of her rifle, she cracks it open and a wicked grin comes across her face. The crate is packed wth CryoBan grenades.

She takes one and looks for the best point to throw it. "Damn ... wish I knew where Kat was," she whispers. The best area is the end of the mob and hopefully this will cause enough of a scare that the Gamorreans near Endo scatter.

Tirsa hits the trigger and tosses the grenade. The explosive goes off and an intense wave of cold envelopes those pigs caught in the center. The mud hardens in black ice and squeals of pain are heard as Gamorreans drop from the extreme drop in temperature. Some try to run in fear, but ice has incase their feet to the ground.

Endo looks around in surprise to what happened and backs up quickly. He feels a hand grab his arm and he is pulled out of the fray and quickly thrown over to the side of one of the spectator stands.

He turns his blaster and he hears a familiar voice, "Now don't shoot!" Tirsa says as she holds out her hands. "Let's find Kat and get the frell outta here."

[Endo Freedoo]

:: He peers up over the stands, blaster leading the way and looks to see if he is able to locate Kat. Hearing screams of death, he quickly jerks his glance in their direction and sees the red flash of a saber blade. He witnesses three Gamorreans decapitated simultaneously, by the quick streak of the crimson weapon of the Sith Lordess.

Endo levels his blaster and shoots down a Gamorrean pig that was just about to strike at her from behind with a vibro-axe, just as she was removing the last of the three heads with her blade. Kat’s attention quickly turned to where the blaster fire had come from and Endo attempted to wave her towards his and Tirsa’s position. ::

[Sith Kat]

:: Kat moves towards Endo's position, her body spattered in muck and gore as she slices through the back of a stray Gamorreon. She reaches into the open wound, ripping out the spine as he falls to his knees. The head falls away with the flick of her sabre, leaving the bloated body behind in the mud ::

[Ugmush]

Showing surprising speed and agility for a sow of her size, and having a good idea where Quorr was heading, Ugmush nearly caught her quarry before Quorr could scamper aboard the ship.

'Whelp of a cesspool-stirrer got away!' Ugmush thought as she sidled off out of sight. She knew she'd never get past the autodefenses of such a vessel.

'My property not get away so easily,' she vowed to herself.

[Haven't seen last of me, ugly she-human], she shouted out loud as she headed back to her sty.

[Tirsa Krylana]

Tirsa kneels on the ground near Endo to help cover Kat's escape. She levels her blaster for a shot and her eyes open wide in shock, seeing Kat so brutal. It's not that she isn't used to it, but Tirsa guesses that Kat's training as a Sith has brought that out even more then when she was last with her.

She focuses back on the objective at hand and fires off two consecutives blasts, blowing two Gamorreans on either side of Kat.

[Crowd of Gamorreans]

In the face of blaster, lightsaber and CryoBan grenades, the decimated crowd of Gamorreans disperse, bleeding and squealing.

Endo nods to Tirsa and Kat, then snaps off a shot at a snout peeking around a far crate, hastily withdrawn. He is just about to dispatch what looks like a large and exceptionally filthy male Gamorrean holding a vibro-axe when he realizes it is Jekaan Oludh, all but indistinguishable from the locals under his slime and blood coating. Oludh heaves what appears to be a sigh of relief, then pitches over into the muck in exhaustion.

The battle is won, but there is no doubt the Gamorreans will be back better armed, and soon.

[Jekaan Oludh]

Panting heavily from exhaustion, Jekaan lies in the mud, his body numb and oblivious to the occasional kicks and blows it receives from the humans and Gamorreans around him.

Somehow, he's got to reach the ship - if the ship is still there and Qourr didn't leave without him... and under the circumstances, he's not so sure of that.

Finally he heaves himself upwards, and narrowly misses a blow from a vibro-axe being swung at another Ganmorrean.

Drok this, I've got enough of this drokkin mess. let's go to work, Oludh,... he thinks to himself, then strengthens the grip on his own axe and starts chopping away at a forest of legs and anything else in his way.

Why get up when he can carve himself a way out on the ground?!! It's much safer there anyway.

[Sith Kat]

:: Kat reaches her companions and keeps moving towards the ship, her trophy slung over her shoulder. She would be happy as soon as they were far away from this mudball of a planet ::

[Tirsa Krylana]

Tirsa walked followed Kat with Endo at her side, finally free from that mess behind her. All she wanted to do was hop in the refresher once inside the ship. She has mud in places that there shouldn't be any mud and her body is all sore from her scuffle. Tirsa figures that it will take probably take at least three times through the shower before she will feel normal again, let alone clean.

Tirsa slowed down a little as she felt something wiggle from inside her top. She reaches underneath and pulls out a squirming mort. Lifting it to her face, she scowls, "I hope you didn't bring any friends."

She flings the creature over her shoulder and starts jogging to catch up to the others, having fallen behind. What she didn't notice is that Gufbruk, the new matron of the clan that captured Tirsa, is following close behind.

When Endo killed the clan matron, Gufbruk took her place as next in line as head of the clan. She watched her slave run off with the mud covered Sith and Rodian, thinking her blue property stupid.

Followed close by her two guards that made it through the melee back at the stands, Gufbruk knew this was the perfect time to get her blue slave back. Pulling out the small hand held device that is connected with the collar around Tirsa'sneck, she presses it with a happy snort.

Tirsa screams out in pain and drops to the ground, grabbing onto the collar.

The new matron steps forward. [Give back what mine. I stop pain .... otherwise ...]

She turns it to a higher setting. Tirsa cries of pain grow louder as it echoes down the mud ridden street, her body writhing on the ground.

[Endo Freedoo]

:: Picking mud from one of his blasters as they traveled, Endo turned in surprise as Tirsa screamed in pain. He looked at her bewildered as to what was happening, he then looked up to see Gufbruk and her two guards with their weapons trained on himself and Kat. His blaster being far from a ready position, Endo raised it into a ready position and aimed it at one of the guards, but found it blasted away, by one of the guards, he was hit in the shoulder by a shot from the second guard and fell backwards into the mud, writhing in pain ::

[Sith Kat]

:: Kat whirls to face the Clan Matron and her guards. Her eyes darken into obsidian mirrors as a shadow invades Gufbruk's mind ::

<font color=red>[i]"Release her."</font>

[Qourr Mhawat]

Tearing through the crowds dragged down by soggy and extremely dirty clothes, stinking of earth and garbage, and being followed by a hirsute and extremely angry sow, is no fun.

When the spaceport is finally in sight, the gamorrean chasing her has nearly caught up.

Flightly hell - how come that big fat pig is that fast???

Qourr fumbles in mid-stride for the beckon-call for her ship - and hopes that it's still there and jekaan didn't also gamble that away.

But the ship is there as expected, and Qourr jumps onto the slowly closing loading ramp just as her former Gamorrean owner gets in reach of her.

Taking deep breaths inside, she thumbs the controls to set the auto-defense systems to shoot at anything non-human, and collapses onto a crate in the hold.

Now, finally alone, she realises how dirty and smelly she really is. It nearly makes her faint as she notices several morrts attached to her legs and arms, but she swallows her disgust and picks them off, and stamps on them until they stop wriggling.

With a long sigh, she finally turns around and heads deeper into the ship.

Time to take a long shower...

[Tirsa Krylana]

Gufbruk's eyes opened wide as she squealed out in surprise. She barely ordered her guards to fire on the Sith Lordess. She was so frozen in fear that her hand stayed on the device, not ending the pain the collar around Tirsa's neck was causing.

The three guards step in front and opened fire ...

[Sith Kat]

:: Kat forceleaps straight up into the air, dodging the blaster fire as she hurls the severed head at Gufbruk. It's jaws open wide, clamping down on her arm as the attached spine lashes itself tightly around her neck ::

[Endo Freedoo]

:: His left arm tucked uselessly at his side, as his shoulder wound oozed blood, Endo slid around in the mud attempting to findd his blaster. The pain raging through his body was intense, but he knew he must help his friends, and stop the pain being caused to Tirsa.

He located his blaster in the mud and was glad that Kat had attracted the attention of the guards, as well as their fire. Still sitting in the mud he raised his blaster and quickly took two of the three guards down, one hit in the eye and the other in the chest, their squeals of death were short as they dropped into the muck motionless. ::

[Tirsa Krylana]

Gufbruk squealed in pain and surprise. Her tongue stuck out as the spinal cord squeezed around her neck, cutting off her air flow. It was all too much and she dropped the device, the small silver tube lost in the mud.

The last guard that remained standing took notice of all that was going on. Showing that not all male Gamorreans are stupid, fled as quickly as his little stubby legs could take him.

Tirsa finally felt the shocks of electricity stop suddenly. Her breathing was ragged and she blinked herself back to awareness. Her mind was still pretty fuzzy but was able to get to one knee and look around.

She saw Endo was hurt to her left and when she looked right, Tirsa saw the one that caused her pain. She grabbed her blaster rifle and let out a growl, "YOU BITCH!"

One blaster bolt fired from the rifle and blew right into Gufbruk's head. The Gamorrean's lifeless form fell to the ground, splattering mud upon impact and Kat's trophy was undamaged.

With the adrenalin pumping through her veins, Tirsa stood up with little difficulty and pointed at her collar, "Would one of you get this frelling thing off of me so we can get off this hellhole of a planet?!"

[Sith Kat]

:: The collar falls away as Kat force picks the lock and moves to Endo's side ::

[Ugmush]

Ugmush was furious as she left the spaceport. She didn’t get to be Clan Matron by losing property, or getting outsmarted by opponents. She was not going to let Quorr get away!

As she neared the scene of the earlier battle, she was careful to stay out of sight while peeking around a crate. Apparently she was not careful enough, because Endo just missed sizzling her snout with a blaster-bolt, and she hastily withdrew behind the crate again. Moving to another spot, she even more carefully peeked around, just in time to see Gufbruk, one of her rival Clan Matrons, squeal and then go silent as her head took a blaster-bolt right between the eyes. Off to the side, Jekaan was busily hacking apart males, helpless to defend themselves while their legs were frozen to the ground, in a berserker rage.

Ugmush decided quickly that this was an extremely unhealthy place to be right now, and took off for home like a greased pig. Her mind racing almost as fast as her stubby legs, a crafty glint crept into her beady eyes. Gufbruk’s clan was now weakened and ripe for a takeover. Besides that, there was a tasty little target she was positive would be in space above the planet any time now.

[Get Warhog ready to space,] she bellowed at her crew. [We take ugly human sow back, and ship!]

[Endo Freedoo]

:: He tucked his blaster back into its holster at his side, mud covered as it was, and reached up his good hand to Kat’s shoulder, using her strength to help him get back to his feet, while he grimaced from the pain in his left shoulder. Once back in a standing position, he was able to support his own weight and the three of them continued in their trodding through the thick mud, as the rain feel. ::

[Tirsa Krylana]

Tirsa rubbed her neck as the collar fell to the ground. She caught up with Kat and Endo, sliding an arm around his waist and tapped him between his eyes, "I owe you one for taking a hit for me."

She takes her backpack that Endo was carrying and slings it across her shoulder, "Maybe I can put the power cell in when we get back ...", she sighs and makes a face, "... and cleaned up too."

[Jekaan Oludh]

Resistance fades. His axe doesn't give him the same satifying wet thump of metal into flesh and bone anymore.

He opens an eye and carefully peeks around: no pigs in sight. No Humans either.

With a very long groan, he heaves himself upwards. The mud doesn't seem to want to let him go - his boots are stuck. So he wearily bends down and unties them, and finally stands there in his socks.

His feet make ugly squelching noises when he finally limps out of the fighting grounds.

Drok that woman if she's decided to take off without me! She won't be safe from my wrath for the rest of her life - even if I have to be carried on a litter to reach her!

Every step hurts - somehow the deep mud that lies on the path doesn't seem to be able to stop the stones underneath from doing as much damage as they can. Jekaan curses a few more times, and decides to send the bill for the new boots to Qourr.

As he approaches the spaceport, he notices a bunch of angry Gamorreans around. He grips his bloody axe, but they don't seem to notice him. What's all that about???

Coming to the transparisteel door of the hangar their ship is in, he suddenly sees a horrid creature staring right at him as he turns the corner to the door. Brownish green, ogling madly at him with red eyes, an axe dripping with blood swinging over its head - huge and ferocious enough to make Jekaan vanish back around the corner in fear. Listening, he can only hear the sound of his own rattling breath. He peeks around the corner, but the monster or whatever it was is gone.

When he finally gathers enough of his courage to step around the corner again, he comes face to face with the beast again - to find that he's looking at his own mirrored image.

"Drok! Stupid drokkin' fool!" he swears, and tries to look as if he had never been fearing anything in his entire life.

When he finally opens the hangar door, the ship inside is ready to lift off. The ramp lowers and he sprints inside, wondering what has changed Qourr's mind to let him return without any rebuke.

It's when he sees her standing in the door, looking right past him , that he looks over his shoulder and realizes that half of Gamorr's unhuman population must be on his heels.

"Get in you fat bastard!" Qourr shouts at him, ready to hit the door release. He clambers up the boarding ramp, his breath wheezing.

Running straight past her as she clamps the doors shut, he enters the cockpit, throws himself into the pilot's seat and hits the engine release.

Seconds later, they soar into the sky, leaving a croud of very angry Gamorreans on the ground behind them.

[Ugmush]

The Warhog lifted quickly, if somewhat gracelessly, and climbed for space as fast as it could. A modified freighter, it was not the smoothest vessel in the atmosphere, and not much better in space. What it lacked in grace, it made up for with firepower, however. Four laser cannon turrets, 2 heavy ion batteries, and even an antique railgun bristled from all points of the hull.

[Scan for human ship] ordered Ugmush, sprawled in the captain’s chair.

There was no trouble spotting the ship as it headed straight out from the planet, outside of any normal shipping lanes.

[We catch them] grunted Ugmush with satisfaction. [Get weapons ready. Open commlink.]

The Warhog listed to port to trail the other ship, which appeared to be leisurely moving away from the planet as its jump was being computed.

[Human ship. You now in weapon range. No surrender, we fire]

[Sith Kat]

:: Kat helps Endo up the ramp of the Chimera ::

"I don't expect we'll get very far without a functional cloaking device."

:: She looks at him with concern ::

"How badly are you injured?"

[Endo Freedoo]

:: With Kat’s help and Tirsa close behind, Endo gets to the cockpit and takes a seat in the pilot’s seat. His one good hand begins manipulating the various touchpads and the boarding ramp raises and closes outside the ship, as the sound of the engines engaging begin to hum throughout the ship. HE turns back to Kat. ::

We can still get off this slop rock, and into space without the cloaking device.

:: He looks down at his injured shoulder. ::

Nothing a little bacta treatment can’t fix up in a few hours, but that can wait, until we are spacebound and I help instruct Tirsa on how to install the power core for the cloak.

[Tirsa Krylana]

Tirsa pokes her head into the cockpit, "I agree with Endo. Off this mudhole and doing the repairs in space is a good idea."

Her voice begins to fade as she heads down the hallway, "First, I'm taking a shower. Being this dirty might mess up more of the wiring. So ... I'll be back soon."

Turns the corner and mumbles under her breath, "Besides, I like to see the color of my skin."

[Sith Kat]

:: Kat stands naked, covered in mud & gore. She scritches her nose and decides to follow ::

[Endo Freedoo]

:: The Chimera breaks free of the planet's gravitational pull and enters the open expanse of space. Endo pilots clear of all regular traffic lanes and begins to set the navigation computer to do a quick hyperspace jump, so they can get clear of this system and he himself can go get cleaned and patched up. ::

[Tirsa Krylana]

Tirsa opens the sliding door to the main quarters and enters. She quickly gets out of her clothes that are half dried, half wet with mud and other disgusting things. She kicks them in the corner and goes into the refresher.

Turning on the water and running the shower, she hops in and happily sighs, "Oh yeah ... much better."

[Jekaan Oludh]

Disbelief stands painted across his face in plain letters. He knows Gamorreans aren't particularly famous for smartness, but this has to be the dumbest stunt he's ever heard of!!!

"She what???" he finally manages to croak, staring out of the cockpit window. The vessel bearing down at them looks about twice as dilapidated as the Moldy Crow, the YT-1100 freighter they called their own, and if the owner was anything to go by, that ship should not even be spaceworthy.



The sqeaky voice comes clearly across space, at the same time as the [i] Crow's Weapons Detection systems blare out loudly.

Jekaan watches with an incredulous stare as the spotter begins listing the weapons arrayed against them. At the mention of the ion batteries, he swallows hard, and abruptly returns to his normal state of icy calm in any situation.

He just wishes that his head wouldn't hurt quite that much. Being used as a club to beat up Gammorreans by an angry female Sith was definately not anything he ever wants to do again.

With a sadistic grin, he finally punches two small buttons, and the Crow's own weapons fire up.

"Let's see what they think of a few Arrakyd Proton Torpedoes for dinner..." he mutters, as the targeting system reports the other vessel sitting there like a lame and exceedingly well fed duck in his view.

His thumb stabs the release switch, and two torpedoes soar off, nearly unseen, matte-black against the dark backdrop of space.

"Nice journey, my babies..." he mutters to himself, and then giggles aloud. "Take that you mangy hutt-faced morrt!"

[Ugmush]

Ugmush drooled copiously in anticipation of the bounty for Quorr's ship, and the expected pleasure to be had from punishing her rightful property for this attempted escape.

[They no answer. Fire one ion blast. Disable drive.]

The gunner reached for the firing console just as the undetected torpedoes slammed into the forward shield. The ship bucked from the force of the explosions, with sparks flying across the bridge and squeals sounding from all sides. Corpulent bodies rolled out of seats from the violence of the surprise attack.

Jekaan Oludh may be a master spy, and have access to massive amounts of data, but he couldn’t know everything. The Warhog was equipped with surprisingly good shields, and although they buckled from the force of Oludh’s first attack, the ship was not disabled or destroyed. Two torpedoes had not been enough to destroy the ship, but Ugmush was in no mood to tangle with this seeming freighter with its suprising weaponry.

[Retreat] Shrieked Ugmush. [We land NOW.]

The Warhog nosed straight down, showing her still-operational aft shields to the Moldy Crow as it dove into the atmosphere. Smoke rose from every corner of the bridge, and small electrical fires smoldered on several consoles.

Ugmush’s beady, bloodshot eyes narrowed even further as she surveyed the wreckage.

[Little sewer rat! You be in my tusks someday. Then you pay.]

[Qourr Mhawat]

Unceremoneously, she is thrown back against her chair, as the Crow's engines hit in and they rapidly out-distance the battered pirate vessel.

She lets out a deep breath she hasn't known she's was holding. That was what one could call a very close shave...

Still, if he thinks I'll forgive him for his bad behaviour down there just because he managed to save both our lives, he's got to be more idiotic than I thought. There is no way I'll ever forget being gambled away like a piece of meat!

So she glowers at him out of her chair for a few more moments, until he turns his head around and eyes her irritatedly.

"What?" he finally barks at her gruffly. "Didn't I save our hides out there just now? You gotta learn to be grateful, woman!"

Eyes huge from anger, she bites back at him. "Grateful for what, you self-centered lazy drunken sod? for you gambnling me away rather than this friggin' heap of scrap? Damn, you wouldn't even think of gambling away the ship, but you don't hesitate to put me up there as a prize!"

Suddenly not able to hold back, she starts a somewhat pointless attack on him - pointless as he's already bruised and battered all over, and there isn't a lot short of killing him that would make him more miserable than he already is.

He ducks into his seat and raises his arms to protect his face and at least ward of some of the blows coming from her, all the while jabbering at her that at least she had the advantage of getting out by herself, whereas the ship would have had to be taken back somehow - involving more work....

The ship, set on autopilot, entered hyperspace and took the two squabbling partners far away from Gamorr...

[Endo Freedoo]

:: With the hyperspace jump completed, Endo takes the craft down, into the atmosphere of what looks to be a desolate and uninhabited planet. After landing the ship among many tall trees and shrubbery, he powers down the main drive systems, rises from his chair and heads to his quarters to get his muck covered clothing off and himself cleaned up.

Wincing a little as he gingerly removes his clothing, he enters his small fresher and proceeds to clean his body and his wound. Once done he gets out of the unit and puts on some fresh clothing, applying a bacta laden bandage to the injury to his shoulder, before he slips his tunic over his head.

Clean patched up and satisfied with his fresh appearance and smell, he steps back out into the corridor and heads to the cockpit to see about getting the power core for the cloaking device ready for installation, by Tirsa. ::

[Sith Kat]

:: Kat steps out of the refresher, clean of all the muck and gore. She stretches and walks back to the c0ckpit where she left her leather ::

[Tirsa Krylana]

Tirsa finishes drying off and dresses, her hair still damp from the shower. She feels so much better now that her body free of filth. Only problem is the soreness is starting to set in. She groans as she gets up and makes her way to the cockpit.

The door slides open and Tirsa walks in, taking a seat in the pilot's chair. She turns the chair back and forth with her foor as she stares at Endo. "Okay ... so what the frell do I need to do?"

[Endo Freedoo]

:: He averts his eyes as Kat comes back inot the cockpit, to get her clothing, not wanting to anger her by gawking at her beauty. Then as Tisa comes in and sits, he chuckles a bit able to see Tirsa’s obvious annoyance at actually having to do some work, even more evident by her use of the Basic language instead of Rodain. Endo didn’t understand her words, but he does understand her demeanor. He reaches for a data-pad sitting on the top of power core’s containment chamber and hands it to her. ::

All you have to do is put the core inside, bolt it down, and make the proper connections then we’ll be back in business. These schematics will tell you what goes where.

[Sith Kat]

:: Kat laughs at Endo and sits, pulling on her boots ::

"After everything we've been through together, you still fear me."

:: pulls her hair back into a ponytail and looks at him in amusement ::

[Tirsa Krylana]

Tirsa snickers as she looks over the schematics for the power cell. Her eyes open in surprise, "You know how many connections this thing has? Most of the wires aren't even colored."

Grumbles and puts a hand to her cheek, trying to figure out what to do.

[Endo Freedoo]

:: Looks to Kat lowering his eyes in shame. ::

Your presence inspires fear in many, including myself. You posses an unpredictable demeanor, surpassed by no one I have ever known.

:: Still unable to understand Tirsa, Endo turns to her and looks at her quizzically, wondering what the hell she is griping about this time. ::

[Sith Kat]

"I'll leave the two of you to your work. I'm going to sleep for awhile."

:: picks up her leather and walks naked back to her quarters."

[Tirsa Krylana]

Tirsa turns around to watch Kat leave with a grin and then goes back to looking at the schematics. Sighing, she tries to figure out what panel that the power cell needs to be placed into but is finding it hard with Endo staring at her.

She turns to Endo, "Okay, what? Why are you looking at me like that?"

[Endo Freedoo]

:: He laughs and puts his good arm’s hand on the elbow of the injured one, shifting it slightly in its makeshift sling. ::

Just you being frustrated.

:: He walks over and reaches down opening the panel for her. ::

Can’t really be done wrong, the connections are specific to the places they belong. Wrong connections aren’t possible as the ends wont fit together.

[Tirsa Krylana]

"Why do I have the feeling that this won't be the last thing I repair around here now."

Tirsa gets up from her seat and sits on the floor, peering inside to look at all the wires. The one thing that was easy was to find was the gapping hole where a power cell should be. Tirsa took the cell and moved to lay on her back as she started to figure out which wires fit where.

"So ... how's the shoulder? Not too bad I hope."

[Endo Freedoo]

:: His little mouth forms an evil grin while she is looking in the compartment, placing the unit inside. Sitting in the pilot’s seat he looks on, pulling a cigar from his pocket. ::

The shoulder will heal. Hurt my pride taking the hit more than it hurt me. Damn smelly little pigs.

[Tirsa Krylana]

Tirsa's voice becomes more muffled as she scoots her body more into the opened panel, "Well, maybe we'll run into some of the runts and get some payback later when your healed."

She continues trying different connections to see which ones fit and she progresses quite well. It comes down to only a few wires left but one seems to be having a problem in not wanting to cooperate. Tirsa knew that this had to be the correct one that fit underneath the power cell. Playing around with a little, and a little smack to make it fit, Tirsa almost had this little chore done.

"Hey! I think I got it!"

She pushes down on it with her palm, moving her hand left and right to get it to connect.

"Yeah! Almost there!"

She smiles as it finally snaps together and then yelps in surprise as sparks fly from the connection. She bites her lower lip and looks at the power cell with wide eyes, seeing if she frelled it up.

Oops ...

[Endo Freedoo]

:: Having heard the noise, he leans down some in the seat, trying to get a look at what’s going on inside the power core compartment. ::

Gonna live, or am I going to have to start calling you Miss Electric Blue?

[Tirsa Krylana]

Tirsa sucks on her thumb to stop the stinging of the electrical shock and ignores that comment from Endo. She looks over the power cell and sees that all the connections are actually done properly and it doesn't look burnt out. Well, as far as she can tell. Better play it off that things are all good.

She removes her thumb from her mouth and looks at it, while answering Endo, "Well, I guess it could've been static feedback. From what I see, everything's fine."

I hope, she thinks to herself. "Umm ... can I get up now? This is quite uncomfortable with my sore body."

[Endo Freedoo]

:: Being quite anxious to get off this unknown planet, Endo takes Tirsa’s word for it that the job is done and responds. ::

Get out of there and I’ll run a quick check.

:: Tirsa crawls out of the compartment, groaning a bit, to exaggerate her pains and slowly stands back up, looking at Endo curiously, probably hoping his test is successful, just as much as he does. The Rodain begins pressing touchpad display surfaces and the ship’s power systems come back on line. He runs a quick diagnostic of the cloaking device and from first observation finds it to be in working order. ::

Last thing to do and we can get out of this system. Put the compartment cover back on and we’re as good as gone.

[Tirsa Krylana]

Tirsa rolls her eyes and sighs, "The panel?"

Endo nods and leans back in his seat, enjoying his freshly lit cigar. Tirsa crinkles her nose and waves a hand in front of her face. She kneels back down and puts the panel back into place with little effort. She taps the panel twice and smiles, "All done."

When she tries to get up, Tirsa manages to get to one knee before she winces. She rubs her lower back and groans, "I think I got tossed around once too many."

She grabs onto the sides of the pilot's chair and pulls herself up, then falls right into it. "Owy ..."

[Endo Freedoo]

:: Begins to power up the engines and run a preflight check. Once all systems check out, he initiates the repulsorlifts and the Chimera slowly rises from amongst the trees. Seeing no reason to cloak the ship as there is currently no sign of other ships in the area, Endo pilots the ship out of the atmosphere, his cigar hanging from his mouth. ::

Might need your help with acceleration there Miss Blue.

:: He looks at his useless arm and down at the acceleration control below it, then turns and looks at the similar control next to Tirsa’s seat. ::

[Tirsa Krylana]

She blew a puff of air out, blowing the bangs up out of her face, wondering why she gets to play pilot now. Tirsa quickly hits the switch and The Chimera blasts off further into space, leaving that horrible world of Gamorr behind. Considering that Tirsa has plotted the nav-computer for Irentios before, she keys in the sequence by memory without having to look it up.

"Okay Endo", she says with a grin, "All ya got to do is hit that button and poof! Hyperspace! I think you can handle it from here."

Tirsa already knows that her Rodian partner could handle it but felt like messing with him. She turns and gets up from the pilot's seat and starts heading out of the cockpit. As soon as the door slides open, she smacks the side of it like she forgot something and peers back in, "If you need any help when we exit hyperspace, call me and let me know. I don't want you injuring yourself further." She smiles quickly and disappears out the door.

She quietly walks down the corridor of the ship, stretching out her arms to try and relieve any of the soreness. Tirsa takes the turn to head to the living quarters. She figured Kat would be sound asleep by now so she have to be sneaky like to not wake her. Keying the door open, Tirsa slips into the room and makes her way over to the side of the bed in the darkness. Pausing for a moment, she listens to see if she disturbed Kat but all Tirsa hears is a quiet and rhythmic breathing. She removes her clothing and slides underneath the sheets, her weary body falling asleep within a matter of moments.

[Endo Freedoo]

:: He smirked at Tirsa before she left, blowing a huge cloud of pungent cigar smoke in her direction. Using his elbow, he pressed the button to activate the hyperdrive engines and then sat back in his chair relaxing. He felt relief to finally be getting out of this sector and relief that their mission had been a success. A new power core for the cloaking device had been found, swiped, and secured, a good days work even if it did cost him a little pain and agony.

Watching the strands of light zip past the viewport, Endo is interrupted from his thoughts when suddenly, the popping of some type of electrical short draws his attention down to the cloaking device’s power core compartment. Flashes of light can be seen around the edges of the cover making it obvious there is something wrong with the installation that Tirsa performed. The short doesn’t impede their travel any, but Endo growls quietly, mumbling under his breath ::

I swear, with Tirsa around, its just Another Frelling Mess after another.