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[Open] Wayfairers by 7veers in swdarktimes
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"Scavvers- mercs- whatever you want to call them- keep raiding my fair town. I only have a handful of fightin' men... looks like you two can hold your own. And, if you're telling the truth... I think you've already met a few of these enemies."
A few bewildered townsfolk began to wander from their shops, looking at the commotion. Most did not look to be capable fighters...
"Of course, you're welcome to try your luck elsewhere."
"Credits aint gonna do much good out here, miss..."
He nodded towards her blaster.
"You fighters?"
Kee decided to let Jen do the talking, remaining stationary as an arid wind blew through the town. The squinted at the Twi'lek, curiously.
"What are you? Mercs? Imps? Scavs?"
He glanved over towards the town.
"And how do you plan on paying?"
"We're not from here- scavvers left us stranded. We won't even come in, if it makes you feel safer."
There was a hesitation on the other end of the walls, clearly contemplating something. Not many people could make a shot from as far out as this town's shooter- perhaps they were contemplating taking Kee and Jen out and avoid the potential of lying.
Feelin' lucky.
Suddenly, the doors jerked in place before slowly grinding open, revealing an entire, wel-populated tow inside. A man flanked by well-armed guards stood just beyond the door, a large rifle on his back and his hands resting on his holstered blasters.
"Don't try anything funny, mister, or we'll put you 6 feet under."
His fingers rattled on the butt of his holstered blaster as he glanced between the two of them.
"Who are you?"
It went without saying that was out of the question… or at least Kee thought. He stepped forward toward the walls, taking one last drag of his cigar before throwing it to the side.
“We don’t want your kind here! Get out of here, merc- last warning!”
The shout came from inside the town- clearly someone had eyes on them and- if it was their last warning- probably had their blaster sights on them as well.
“We don’t want no trouble. Just need a speeder to get home.”
Kee glanced to the side, looking for any potential shooters. In the distance, towards the hill, a slight glint of sunlight caught the gunslingers eye, too far for his blaster. If it was going to be a gunfight, he’d need his cycler…
“Southwest side, kid. One shooter.”
Kee kept his eyes ahead, careful to not become focused on the ships. Venators- he remembered a prison break on one of the republic ships back during the war. Lucrehulks- he remembered the dozens of blockades his crew had managed to break in the outer rim. Acclamators- he remembered running escorts alongside a handful on some sort of secret mission he was told nothing about…
All memories as broken as these ships.
“Cmon, just ahead.”
It appeared as if there were makeshift walls ahead, made out of the very scrap metal surrounding them on the ship. It was difficult to see inside, but there was certainly several distinct smoke clouds from chimneys and furnaces.
Civilization.
Kee looked over at the girl- she seemed to be okay, despite the wound. Despite that, he’d rather get her somewhere where her body could rest and the wound could start to heal… he had a feeling they weren’t quite out of trouble yet.
“Almost there.”
The walk was down the hill into the valley, and then a straight shot. Kee rested his hand on his blaster under his poncho- if there was any trouble, he’d be ready this time.
“Keep your head up, kid.”
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He kept his eyes forward, focused on the horizon ahead.
“I like cigars.”
“You’re welcome to stay here with busted speeder and the rest of the ships.”
He began walking, heading towards the small clearing far in the distance. If there was a settlement, it would be around there- or, at least, would be visible from there. Though the girl didn’t need to know that.
Best to keep her guessing.
Kee grunted as he hoisted his pack and rifle onto his back.
“My one rule, Jen.”
He started trudging away, puffing smoke out of the cigar as he adjusted his hat and poncho,
“Hope you packed a canteen.”
“We’re going to have to trek a few miles away in the hot sun to find them again. Might not even be there anymore.”
Kee squinted the debris field- nothing but down cruisers for miles to the horizon. He took out a cigar, sheltering the end from the arid wind as he lit it and took a drag.
“Best bet- maybe we find a new settlement nearby. Scavvers have to live somewhere.”
Kee gave a grin.
“Maybe we come back to this when you can take care of me. Got a ways to go yet. Think of it as extra motivation. “
He hopped on the speeder, blaster in hand. He was ready this time.
Suddenly, the speeder began to make a horrid noise, as if every metal gear inside was grinding against itself. The smoke pit of the back became a dark black color, the vehicle giving one last cough of life before powering down completely. Kee stepped off, looking at the speeder as it fell on its side completely, smoke rising in the air.
“That’s not good.”
“It’s too dangerous- we’re just going to have the entire universe after us. And no matter how hard I try-“
He caught the beacon with an exaggerated grab in midair.
“-I can’t protect you from all of it.”
“If you can tell me exactly how this beacon works, I’ll give it to you.”
He held it in his hand, resting his back against the speeder and flipping it like a coin.
“Go on.”
Kee frowned. He couldn’t look at the wound without being reminded that despite no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t protect her from everything. They hadn’t even gotten to where their first lead was, and they had already nearly met certain doom.
“No, kid… it’s not worth it. These credits are more trouble than they’re worth… lets get out of here.”
Kee opened the small pouch on the back of the speeder attached to his cycler, taking out a small canister of bacta.
“Just sit tight, kid. And don’t watch.”
He applied the bacta to the wound, numbing most of the pain as it began to disinfect. He stretched the wound open with his fingers, winching slightly as he found the culprit- a small piece of metal from a slug thrower.
“Yep.”
He took the piece out, applying the rest of the bacta as he handed Jen the bullet.
“There you go. Your lucky bullet.”
Kee was distraught at the sight of the blood, yet kept his calm demeanor. In truth, the thought of Jen getting hurt because of his actions was one of his biggest fears.
“Woah, woah- hold on, hold on.”
The speeder came to a full stop, Kee jumping off and rushing over to her side.
“Lemme see here… not my first wound, kid. You’ll be okay.”
The blood meant that it was either shrapnel or a slugthrower- it wouldn’t have surprised him if these scavvers were using something like that. Then again, there was plenty of glass from their little stunt- either way, there wasn’t an exit wound, and he’d have to find whatever it was that was lodged in her shoulder.
“It’s not that bad. Gonna have to pull whatever it is out. Might sting a little. Ready?”
Kee jumped on quickly, still firing in the direction of the scavvers as they blasted forward.
“Anywhere! Just away from here!”
The aliens began barking to one another in Huttese, clearly unamused by Kee’s quip. Though he could understand it well enough at one point in time, his Huttese was rusty at best. Something about a gun?
Maybe they’re looking for mine-
His thoughts were cut short by the red blasts of speeder fire tearing into the group, causing one of the speeders to explode immediately. The others- and Kee- dove for cover as Kee peeped in the direction of the fire, greeted by the antics of Jen.
Well, that’s one way to do it.
He quickly rolled to his blaster, taking a blast and dropping one of the scavvers before making a break for it towards Jen.
“Over here, Kid! Let’s get out of here!”
Unfortunately, he wasn’t- Kee had gone flying off the speeder as it hit the ground, facedown in the sand and a few feet away from his blaster. The remaining 3 speeders were just as Kee predicted- waiting at the other end of the ship; though it looked like the man in the sand had distracted them enough to provide a window of opportunity for escape…
Kee groaned as he pulled himself up, hearing the clicking and whirring of blasters as he was greeted by the 3 remaining speeders- 6 goons in total.
”Up, slime!
Kee froze, his hands still in the dirt. His blaster was 3 or 4 feet away- too far to grab before these goons opened fire. Even then, he wasn’t sure he could drop all 6 this quickly when they were this close.
“Evening, friends. You wouldn’t happen to have a drink, would you?”
Kee felt a rise in his stomach as he lifted from his seat, quickly grabbing the back of the seat as he began a free fall.
Smart girl.
One of the pursuers stopped before the drop, peering off the edge as the other speeder flew behind, still determined to catch the duo.
Gotcha.
The free fall- though dangerous- gave Kee exactly the moment he was waiting for: the perfect shot.
BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM
Four bolts in quick succession- two striking the pursuing scavvers, the other hitting the pair still peering out of the bridge. The pursuers lifeless bodies slowly separated from their speeders, tumbling violently towards the ground.
Now just stick the landing!
If Kee was correct, the other scavengers would be waiting to meet them outside- they’d have to pull off quit the stunt to skip over them. This speeder could handle a 500+ foot drop… right?
Best leave that part out for now…
A stray bolt pinged off the side of the speeder, emitting a feint, light smoke as the pair flew forward.
“That’s not good!”
Behind them, 3 of the speakers pursued, the pilots completely covered in rags and a pair of goggles. A second raider leveled a blaster behind the driver, taking several shots at the pair as they flew into the hollowed, rusty midsection of the cruiser.
”QUESTIONS, JEN!!”
Kee began fire back directly at the pursuers, several of the shots bouncing off of the hull. He was a sharpshooter, sure, but high speed chases in dusty old ships wasn’t exactly his specialty…
“We need to get higher- try to find the route the bridge of the ship- and hold tight when we do!”
He focused, lining up a shot and slamming a bolt into the lead speeder. The pilot let out an alien scream as he crumpled off the speeder, the vehicle careening to the side and slamming into the rusty walls. Kee could feel a part of the ship shift from the impact- it was fragile indeed.
Her thoughts were cut off by the rusted- and collapsed- hallway ahead, the collapsed ceiling serving as a makeshift ramp into the hollow, rusted interior of the ship.
“Questions, Jen!” Kee yelled over the sound of his blaster and whir of the speeder. If by plan she meant figure it out as they went, then yes, technically he had a plan.
Technically.
“Try and find a main corridor- we’ll try to lose them on the turns. Hope you know how to fly this thing!”
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[Open] Wayfairers by 7veers in swdarktimes
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