He opens his mouth to say something else when the stun bolt hit him, so instead he states the truth of life the universe and everything, "Hnnnng!"

Bound and his eye still twitching, among the lovely pain coursing through him, he looks up at her. Winking. "What the hell?! Seriously?! Ahhh that stings..." A pause, wink-wink, "I have no idea where your cargo is! Try where you last left it?"

"Slash." The single word from the woman was followed by an explosion of movement from the Weequay.  A left jab caught Jace in the solar plexus, followed by a backhand punch to Dyre's jaw that had the man spinning to the ground.  The blows hurt and Dyre had to stagger to his feet.  While being bound had made them unable to effectively dodge or even block, the pair were unsure they could have done so even if this was a fair fight.

"Cut the bullshit people.  You're both clearly mercs, you. . ." she pointed to Jace "came aboard less than two days ago.  As for your partner there, there's no record of him even arriving!  The bastards who attacked us clearly had inside help.  Several people, at least one good with explosives.  No ship has left so that help is still here.  You want me to believe it's coincidence you two just 'happen' to be here?  That it's coincidence one of you snuck aboard without detection?  Stop fucking around or Slash will start inflicting damage which is a little more. . .permanent."

The Weequay nodded and ripped a bed leg clear our of it's bracket and began slapping it in his palm.  Jace had worked with Weequay's before and he could tell this 'Slash' would like nothing better than to smash them to pulp.

"Start talking." the woman growled.

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OOC: It is pretty coincidental that two professional mercs 'happen' to be on station right before the station is attacked.  You're going to struggle talking your way out of this one.  Then again fighting will be tough given you're unarmed, bound and outnumbered.  Typical odds for the Black Talons.  Guess this is turning into a taste for things to come!





Jace: 36/55VP 15/15WP
Dyre: 23/33VP 10/10WP

Come on, how many mercs do you think come through this station on a daily basis?  You just happen to pick out two likely suspects already in Imperial custody? Had to wait til we weren't carrying blasters of our own? Real tough customers aren't they, ner vod?  Guard! we'd like our visitors removed now!  he yells the last part, trying to sound tough in spite of the pain, fighting the grimace that wants to appear on his face.  Ba'buir Kal taught him better than that.

Slash doesn't even wait for a command, simply lashes out with the metal pole dealing a ringing blow that leaves Jace staggered for a moment.  He slowly regains his centre and stands tall.



Jace: 31/55VP 15/15WP
Dyre: 23/33VP 10/10WP

"I don't know!" Dyre calls out in response. "How the hell can I know?! You wanna know why I'm not logged? Because they're all DEAD! I had to stow away to get here! I don't give a damn about your cargo! I'm trying to stick it to the IMPS!"

He's talking with passion, but he's trying not to yell. Just trying to give him the only truth he has after all! "Get us out of here and we'll HELP you track down your stuff. C'mon."

Right, there's an idea, help the crazy di'kute who can't control their pet weequay!  he does spare a commiserating look in Dyre's direction, though, knowing what it is to lose comrades.  Actually, that ain't half bad.  Kills two mynocks with one blow.

Slash snarls snarls at Jace and then says something to the woman in a language neither Jace or Dyre understands.  She shrugs.  "We don't need that one.  Enjoy yourself.  Maybe it will loosen the tongue of the other one."

The Weequay grins and raises it's metal bar, clearly savouring what he was about to do to the Mandalorian.

Sorry to say you might.  Unless one of you Hut'uune is any good at finding potentially armed and dangerous beings who don't want to be found, and not just picking on unarmed opponents locked in a holding cell. he sneers at them, contempt for their methods so thick in his voice you could cut it with a dull blade.

"WAIT!" Dyre damn near screams out, "WAIT! Don't! Don't hurt him! Okay! I give! Look, stop. Stop, don't hurt him, okay? If you leave him be, if you let us go, I'll give you the information you want! I just... I don't know where they are right now. I'll need to link back up with them, and then I'll give you what you want. Just-just no more death. I've lost enough brothers in arms." Dyre leans toward the wall, his shoulders hunching forward as the fight just seems to fall out of him.

Slash moves in despite Dyre's protests and jabs the pole into Jace's midsection, doubling him over, the next strike takes him in the back and leaves him prostrating on the floor.

The woman looks casually at Dyre.  "Oh keep talking, I'm all ears.  When you say something useful, I'll order him to stop.  Though you'll need to be convincing.  I think your friend has hurt Slash's feelings."

A 'whoof' from Jace as Slash brought his boot into Jace's belly seemed to emphasise the point.

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Jace: 15/55VP 15/15WP
Dyre: 23/33VP 10/10WP
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He merely spits blood in the general direction the woman, sitting up with a barely repressed groan. Don't give'em nothing, Kid.  They ain't earned it yet, he wheezes past the bruising he's already sustained to his ribs.

"Jace! Just... Just give in, man. They've got us dead to rights." His head shakes from side to side, "We don't owe them nothing, not after they left us on the station."

Dyre looks more directly at the woman and says, "Hey, please, just stop. We are who you're looking for, but we got separated. You saw what happened to that hangar, right? And the shields? We were the team who took out the shields, a little explosive on a service pipe, but we got sealed inside the station when they destroyed our path back. So - look - we all leave, we'll take you to them. They won't expect us to be leading you to them, so you can lay an ambush. Win-win, right?"

As Jace tries to stand a left jab takes him in the chest, followed by a vicious blow to the jaw.  Again the Mandalorian falls but this time he doesn't get back up.  A mixture of blood and mucous begins to pool near his face.  Slash places his boot on Jace's neck and begins to apply pressure.

The woman looks to Dyre.  "You still haven't told me anything useful you know.  I'm not fool enough to walk into your trap.  Where will you meet your team?  How will you contact them?  Who are they?  Why did they steal our property?  Your friend's life depends on your answers.  Give me something before Slash feels the urge to do something. . .permanent to your friend."

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Jace: 0/55VP 14/15WP - Knocked out
Dyre: 23/33VP 10/10WP
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a gurgle is caught in the back of his throat by the booted foot pressing down on it.

"Wait!" Dyre says, his hands moving out in front of him, waving with the palms out, "I'm trying here. Our rendezvous was this shipyard. I can mark it out for you. We'll all go. I swear. As far as why we stole it, I don't know. It's something with General Kota, I didn't ask, they didn't volunteer the information. You telling me that you always know what you're doing or is the paycheck the more important part? Right?! Now c'mon. If I just tell you where, you'll kill us both. You want our help? The price is our lives."
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"General Wha. . ." the woman began but stopped midsentence as her comm clicked three times.  "We'll have to continue this later.  Enjoy your stay."  She muttered something and the three combatants moved out of the room slamming the door behind them.

Jace began groaning and coming to his senses.

After a minute or so the hatch at the top of the prison door slipped open and a voice spoke.  The pair recognised it as one of the guards.  "Now, now.  Fighting with each other.  That will earn you another three days in lockup.  Good thing I stopped you when I did.  Best leave you shackled until you both cool off."

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OOC:  Well your 'guests' have left suddenly and left you bloody and beaten.  You are still cuffed.  .  Jace has also regained consciousness.


Jace: 0/55VP 14/15WP
Dyre: 23/33VP 10/10WP

ungh.... what in the nine hells of Corellia is he talking about? and why'd they leave without killing me?

When his head clears a bit, he'll remember he broke his cuffs, and remove them before getting to work on Dyre's.. so before that di'kut [Language unknown: (stutto strdinore, k ers na. k lover o astoushat moutal)] knocked me out, it sounded like you knew something.  What's going on? he asks, trying not to sound too judgmental, but he did just get the osik beat out of himself for this, after all. He figures he's got a right to know.

"Apparently we were resisting and fighting each other." Dyre responds to the Mandalorian in a bit of a deadpan tone. He looks around the cell, trying to think of how he could escape from here. It's a bit of a stretch... "Maybe I can get my hand out. If I can get out of these binders, maybe I can help you get out of yours. That'll at least give us some place to work from." He twists his hands, trying to see if he can escape the binds through some contortion. If only he had some tools he could try to pick his way out of it. And then then Jace helps him break them. He rubs his wrists as he looks toward the Mando. "Thanks."

"I don't know much. I just threw out some names and places." Dyre responds with a slow shake of his head. He leans back against the wall, eyes moving up toward the ceiling. "I think I got a hunch where they might be headed. That's about it. I was going to hope we could get close enough, I'd shoot out a burst transmission of a warning. Heck, they don't know who I am, I'm not even sure what they're called."

Dyre slides down to the floor, his wrists on his propped up knees. "Kinda... winging it. I figured if we could get close enough to warn them, two birds one stone, ya know? Anyway-" Another shake of his head from side to side as he looks up to Jace, "-I really got next to nothing. I just saw what they did here to the Imps, and I figured that I could help them keep on doing that. Ya know?"
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He probes himself for broken bones, rolling his eyes at the typical Imperial "care" for those they've imprisoned. How much you want to bet the guard is paid off?

OOC:  Just a note guys.  RP away but what I need to know is do you have an active/immediate escape plan or are you waiting to see what happens (i.e. certain amount of time passes, guard brings food etc).  Remember you'll regain 1WP/day for resting (and this certainly constitutes rest, provided you don't get beaten again!)  You'll also gain 6VP/hour of rest.

So need to know if you plan to do something and how long you rest before you try something.  Just worried the main thread might get too far ahead without you.

"Not going to take that bet, because I'm pretty sure you're right." came Dyre's response.

As unlikely as it might be, he's going to take his time and really search the cell top-to-bottom to see if he can find some way to get out. Loose panels, anything that might be used to that end.

Barring that, then he'll try to help Jace in any of his ideas or - without that - help Jace get some health back.

"I don't know about you, but I'm not a fan of those guys. Got any plans on if they come back? I'll follow your lead, you look like you're better in a fist fight."

While Dyre begins a thorough search of the cell, Jace makes himself as comfortable as he can.  Given one bed is now missing a leg, Jace elects for the other one.

Time passes slowly.  Dyre doesn't take much time to finish his search and finds little of hope.  Two beds, one damaged, a single chair, a fresher and a sturdy door with the electronic console on the other side of the door.  The food and observation slots in the doors were both securely locked.  Both he and Jace had been stripped of all their gear bar their clothes.  With nothing better to do and weary from his beating, Jace sat down on the chair and dozed off.

Several hours later Dyre awoke feeling refreshed.  Sensing his cellmate's movement, Jace reflexively awoke.  He still felt sore and still but at least nothing seemed to be broken.

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Jace wanted to rest for approximately 5 hours.  Dyre you have no way to assist Jace with healing bar let him sleep.  Dyre is now fully recovered, Jace is feeling better but still sore and bruised.  Nobody has come to see you and you have no idea what time it might be.

Again if you have no specific plans we can push forward until something happens or you can do whatever you wish!




Jace: 36/55VP 14/15WP
Dyre: 33/33VP 10/10WP

OOC: As i stated in an earlier ooc, their really ain't much we can do until someone else comes into the cell with us.


His stomach grumbles audibly, and he scowls down at it.  They plan to feed us again any time soon, i wonder?  How long you think it's been, anyways? he asks rhetorically, groaning a little as he half sits up on the bed.  Figure we can take shifts by the door, there, try to grab the next guard comes in with food he shrugs, not having any better ideas for effecting their escape.  We get out of here, we can find our kit and steal a shuttle or something, maybe find that cargo those krayc mirsh solus hu'tuune [Language unknown: derounure comul ons leckro hat] lost

As Jace began to consider more agressive manners of escape, Dyre sat in quiet contemplation.  He seemed far more suprised by their ongoing imprisonment and beatings than the Mando.  You didn't get to be Mandalorian without taking your fair share of beatings.

Jace's attention returned to the door as someone walked up to it.  The food hatch opened and small box was kicked in.

A voice spoke, it was female, but definitely not the woman who had let the pirates.  It sounded Alien though Jace couldn't pick the accent.  "Thought you might like something to read.  Thought provoking stuff."  The food door closed again.

After a moment Jace examined the box for any form of trap or explosive.  It held neither.  Opening it he found a simple cheap chrono, a hold-out blaster so small Jace could barely hold it and a small datapad.  The timepiece indicated it was 1904 station time.  The message reads:


'I hear you have some trouble with both the Imperials and the Akk Dogs which my group may have inadvertently caused you.  While I'm not sure fully of your circumstances I wanted to give you something neither of them would give you.  A choice.'

'At 1908 exactly your door will unlock for approximately 45 seconds.  At which time you can either choose to ignore it and take your chances with the Imperials.  If you choose to do so merely flush the contents of this box down the fresher and none will know any better.

Or you can make your escape.  You can make your own way off station or you can meet my associate in Storage Room 4D, Level 5, maintenance sector 63.  If we can come to an agreement, we may help you off of the station.  We will wait until 1923, no longer.'

'Please note while I have supplied you with means to defend yourself, if you wish to meet with us you must be quiet and avoid major bloodshed.  We are not squaemish but my team took significant risks to sneak on board and I would like to leave as quietly as I arrived.'

'Good luck, no matter what you choose.'

'6.'

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OOC:

An anonymous benefactor or a trap?  You have a window of escape and a weapon.  You only have 4 minutes to decide if you take the opportunity or wait for a better one.  Good luck.




Actually there are many things you could try, but granted Jace might not think of them.  Dyre may or may not have some ideas.  Besides, you requested we advance 'five hours game time, or the next time someone comes to feed us, which ever comes first'.  Which I complied with.  We've mostly been waiting for Dyre, but he did state he might not be able to post for a few days.
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Hey, Dyre, get a look at this, the surprised Merc calls across the cell to his new friend.  Says here someone's gonna pop the hatch in about four minutes.  This could be our chance to get out of here. you in? he palms the holdout, waiting for the promised chance.