Post by gashu on Apr 21, 2011 13:53:57 GMT -5
IC: <Orinackra, Luhki's Ladies' Member>
Pirates fill an alley along with broken signs and discarded crates. The only sound that can be heard is the pirate's off key voices singing old drinking songs. The stench of the gang is nearly unbearable, and it stretches to the rooftops nearby, where a trandoshan is perched, sighting her scope. Her scaly claws gripping the gun and making the various adjustments needed to see her target. The pirates, unaware of any surrounding threats, continue drinking and belting out sour notes. The lizard-like female gets into position, lines up her shot, and takes in a deep breath. As she exhales, she takes her shot. It silently streams through the air at her target. One crooning pirate hits the ground. The others quickly sober up and look for their attacker. A pirate spots the sniper rifle peering over the edge of the rooftops. As he begins to alert his companions, something hits the back of his head and knocks him out. A lean female with pale green skin appears from behind the pirate. She has a knife in her hand, and had hit the pirate with the grip of it. No longer hidden, the pirates shift their glances to her. They drop their drinks and begin reaching for their weapons. The young woman's eyes focus on her targets, her grip loose as she flicks her thin fingers across her knife, expanding it into a deadly bladed fan. She pulls another knife from her thigh, revealing a second fan. The pirates shout and begin to charge. One by one they lunge at her, and one by one they fall. She moves with graceful, fluid motions, spinning her fans. The ground around her feet is surrounded by the lifeless bodies of the pirates. The only one left alive was the pirate knocked unconscious. She turns around to face the pirate. She collapses the fans back into their sheaths, and slides a small remote out of her belt. The woman presses one of her slender fingers on the pad, the remote blinks, and the unconscious pirate's chest opens up like two metal doors. The pirate, who is clearly an android, is carrying in his chest a large glowing crystal. The woman's pale green skin glows red as her hand folds around the crystal. She gently tugs on the bright red rock, breaking the metal prongs holding into place. The crystal's glow quickly fades. She removes a pouch from her belt, and places the crystal inside. She hurriedly stuffs the pouch in her hat and grabs the comm on her wrist.
"Deh job is finnnished." the woman's voice slurs softly.
"Not too many causalities, I hope?" Luhki's familiar voice rattles from the comm.
"No maw dan needed." the woman responds, checking the pirates' bodies.
"Good to hear." Luhki replies, "Bet they weren't expectin' a neimoidian!" The comm filled with laughter. "But enough of that," his giggling fading away, "Don't forget that blasted rifle, eh?" With Luhki's words, the slender neimoidian slows her search.
"Wiiight, thanks. Neek owt." She shuts off the comm and kneels down, double checking the bodies for any valuables she might have missed.
OOC: <Orinackra, Nima>
Pirates fill an alley along with broken signs and discarded crates. The only sound that can be heard is the pirate's off key voices singing old drinking songs. The stench of the gang is nearly unbearable, and it stretches to the rooftops nearby, where a trandoshan is perched, sighting her scope. Her scaly claws gripping the gun and making the various adjustments needed to see her target. The pirates, unaware of any surrounding threats, continue drinking and belting out sour notes. The lizard-like female gets into position, lines up her shot, and takes in a deep breath. As she exhales, she takes her shot. It silently streams through the air at her target. One crooning pirate hits the ground. The others quickly sober up and look for their attacker. A pirate spots the sniper rifle peering over the edge of the rooftops. As he begins to alert his companions, something hits the back of his head and knocks him out. A lean female with pale green skin appears from behind the pirate. She has a knife in her hand, and had hit the pirate with the grip of it. No longer hidden, the pirates shift their glances to her. They drop their drinks and begin reaching for their weapons. The young woman's eyes focus on her targets, her grip loose as she flicks her thin fingers across her knife, expanding it into a deadly bladed fan. She pulls another knife from her thigh, revealing a second fan. The pirates shout and begin to charge. One by one they lunge at her, and one by one they fall. She moves with graceful, fluid motions, spinning her fans. The ground around her feet is surrounded by the lifeless bodies of the pirates. The only one left alive was the pirate knocked unconscious. She turns around to face the pirate. She collapses the fans back into their sheaths, and slides a small remote out of her belt. The woman presses one of her slender fingers on the pad, the remote blinks, and the unconscious pirate's chest opens up like two metal doors. The pirate, who is clearly an android, is carrying in his chest a large glowing crystal. The woman's pale green skin glows red as her hand folds around the crystal. She gently tugs on the bright red rock, breaking the metal prongs holding into place. The crystal's glow quickly fades. She removes a pouch from her belt, and places the crystal inside. She hurriedly stuffs the pouch in her hat and grabs the comm on her wrist.
"Deh job is finnnished." the woman's voice slurs softly.
"Not too many causalities, I hope?" Luhki's familiar voice rattles from the comm.
"No maw dan needed." the woman responds, checking the pirates' bodies.
"Good to hear." Luhki replies, "Bet they weren't expectin' a neimoidian!" The comm filled with laughter. "But enough of that," his giggling fading away, "Don't forget that blasted rifle, eh?" With Luhki's words, the slender neimoidian slows her search.
"Wiiight, thanks. Neek owt." She shuts off the comm and kneels down, double checking the bodies for any valuables she might have missed.
OOC: <Orinackra, Nima>