The Star Wars Iconic Characters and the Rebels of Ralltiir.

[Rorworr]

A little surprised by the effectiveness of his shot, Rorworr blinks rapidly to clear the glowing afterimage of the bolt from his vision.

Rolling up to one knee, he uses the crate for cover and fires off another bolt from his bowcaster, growling loudly. He looks a little surprised by the sudden appearance of a lightsaber blade through the front of a neighbouring box, but focuses for now on the Stormtroopers.

 

[Kelko]

Kelko half jumped out of his skin at the sound of gunfire, though he'd been half expecting it. "I knew something like this would happen," he muttered to himself as he leaned back to lay with his back on the floor of the box. Simultaneously, he drew a blaster pistol from its holster on his hip. Pulling his knees to his chest and grunting, he kicked upward with a sudden and explosive motion, hoping to knock the lid off of the crate in one blow.

 

[Pbartender]

Vor'en surgically pumps three blaster bolts into the lid of his crate and kicks it free, not moving out- it will provide some modicum of cover- but shifting so as to be able to peek over the rim and do to the enemy what he did to the lid.

Vor'en's bolts blast through lid's latch, and a swift kick pops the lid open. Before it even swings all the way wide, a trio of blaster bolts fly over the top of the crate to score the inner surface of the lid. Luckily, Vor'en ducking downout of the way far enough for the crate to provide ample cover.

Vor'en can see a squad of three strom troopers with their recently discharged blaster carbines at the ready, with the messily headless bodily of a fourth trooper sprawly across the hold's deck. A neatly grey uniformed imperial officer stands nearby, with an astonished look on his face. Miko, the freighter captain, seems to have ducked behind one the nearby crates.

Using the utensils from the food as improvised tools, Arani tries to get the lid of her crate open.

Wriggling and jiggling a knife and fork around the edge of the lid, Arani can heard a half dozen blaster bolts fired off in succession. She finally manages to slide the blade of the knife through the crack to jimmy the latch open, and lifts the lid to see the same scene as Vor'en.

Hearing the bowcaster go off outside and the chaos that follows, Dorn centers his mind on the Force, activates his lightsaber, and quickly slices open the front of his crate.

Dorn activates his lightsaber in the tight confines of his crate, and plunges it through the side to cut an exit. As soon as the gleaming blade pierces the durasteel wall, he hears the previously authoritative voice shout out in near panic, "A Jedi! Fall back and call for reinforcements!"

Dorn finishes his cuts, leaving a wide, circular hole in the side of the crate. The glowing red edges of the makeshift exit slowly fade as the metal sheds its heat. A quick glances shows an imperial officer hastily dragging away the headless body of a stormtrooper out the cargo hatch and down the loading ramp under the cover fire of three other troopers.

Set focuses on the latch of his crate stretching out with the Force to open it. Then curles his hand around his blaster handle and quietly opens the lid to peak out.

The latch smoothly slides open, and Set peers out from under the lid. By now, most of his friends have found their ways out of their crates using various methods appropriate to their individual idioms.

A squad of four stromtrooper, one of which has been decapitated by a particularly destructive bowcaster quarrel, are retreating out of the hold alongside an imperial officer who is currently talking into a comlink.

Rolling up to one knee, he uses the crate for cover and fires off another bolt from his bowcaster, growling loudly.

The bolt flashes through the ranks of the troopers, but fails to hit any of them. But, the nearby rush of energy and exploding shrapnel from the duracrete landing pad outside only hastens them along in their retreat.

Pulling his knees to his chest and grunting, he kicked upward with a sudden and explosive motion, hoping to knock the lid off of the crate in one blow.

Kelko jars his ankles and knees trying to kick out the lid of his crate. In the confined space, he just can't quite get enough leverage to burst the latch. Luckily, the captain had been using Kelko's crate for cover from stray blaster bolts, and he pops the latch to open the way for Kelko. Captain Durn lifts the lid and pokes his head inside. "Stop goofing around and get moving," he admonishes the rodian, "You guys have to get out of here, and I have to take off, before those reinforcements arrive!"

 

[Arani Korden]

"Stop goofing around and get moving," he admonishes the rodian, "You guys have to get out of here, and I have to take off, before those reinforcements arrive!"

"Absolutely. Let's move." Arani turns to the Captain. "Thank you for your help, sir. We apologize for the inconvenience we've caused you."

Arani hustles the group towards the exit. Before any of the more martial members of the party can pursue the fleeing Imperials, she adds, "Let them go. Right now the Empire knows someone's here, but they can't identify any of us. For now, I'd like to keep it that way."

 

[Set Harth]

"Let them go. Right now the Empire knows someone's here, but they can't identify any of us. For now, I'd like to keep it that way."

Set throws back the crate's lid and steps out. "Are you Daft!? 20 years and you have yet to grow any brains in that pretty little head of yours. That officer saw Dorn's lightsaber. They know there's at least one Jedi, and that's all they care about. The Empire won't let this ship go and they'll be stopping anyone who tries to leave the starport until they get their hands on him!"

Set holsters his blaster, then pulls out his own lightsaber and sighs in disgust. "And now I'll have to get rid of this thing. I just built it too."

 

[Pbartender]

"Look," Marko adds, "I don't care how you guys get out of here, but I've got to get into the air before they scramble their TIE squadron. I'm using a false transponder code right now, so I can swap IDs and get away. But I need to get rid of you and any evidence you were here, or I'll get aught for sure.

"I'll lead them on a little chase to buy you some time. This is the biggest starport on the planet, so it shouldn't be too tough to get lost in the crowd, so long as you stop waving those laser swords around."

The Imperials have fled to cover behind a parked speeder at a long, safe distance. The freighter captain starts kicking the empty remains of the crates out the hatch.

"When I take off, I'll swing the ship around so the Imps can't see the hatch. Jump out and hide behind the crates, and I'll try to draw them off." Durn runs off toward the cockpit of the old tramp freighter.

 

[Set Harth]

"Fine" Snarls Set. "And Dorn, stick that blasted lightsaber where the suns don't shine and keep it there!"

Set then hide his own saber in his boot and redraws his blaster. He then shoves his way between Rorry and Vor and takes a moment to glance out the hatch to look for better cover then the crates. "Vor, got anything in your overly large ordinance collection to take out that speeder. We could use the explosion as a derversion."

 

[Dorn Tavers]

Before any of the more martial members of the party can pursue the fleeing Imperials, she adds, "Let them go. Right now the Empire knows someone's here, but they can't identify any of us. For now, I'd like to keep it that way."

Dorn stares in the direction of the Imperials for a moment, looking for all the world as if he is going to dash headlong into their midst with the brilliant blue blade of his lightsaber leading the way. After hearing Arani's words, the moment passes, though, and he closes down his lightsaber and tucks it under his jacket. He draws his blaster and takes a defensive position behind the crates with the rest of the group.

"Fine" Snarls Set. "And Dorn, stick that blasted lightsaber where the suns don't shine and keep it there!"

Dorn snaps a glance in Set's direction, an irritated look flitting across his features at the way Set addressed Arani and then himself.

"Good to see you too, Set. You've obviously spent a lot of time these past few years polishing up that charm of yours. I'm surprised you're still alive."

He looks at the rest of his companions with an apologetic look in his eyes, his gaze lingering on Arani for a moment.

"Sorry about the lightsaber. I got caught up in the moment. I've been tired of hiding what I am all the time."

He seems about to say more but suddenly ducks reflexively as a stray blaster bolt strikes zips past him. He shrugs and glances around at his old friends.

"Anyway, it could be worse. We've gotten out of tighter spots than this, right?"

Noticing that people are generally too busy trying not to get blasted to answer him, Dorn turns his attention back on the enemy, mumbling something about how he's sure they've been in tighter spots before...

Set then hide his own saber in his boot and redraws his blaster. He then shoves his way between Rorry and Vor and takes a moment to glance out the hatch to look for better cover then the crates. "Vor, got anything in your overly large ordinance collection to take out that speeder. We could use the explosion as a derversion."

Dorn frowns at that suggestion and shakes his head.

"Not to rob Vor'en of a chance to show off his toys, but isn't the idea here to stop doing things that draw attention to us? Blowing speeders up doesn't seem like the best way to melt into a crowd. I like Marko's plan."

 

[Vor'en Kurn]

Vor'en presses his lips into a thin line behind his mask. He had been a hair too slow, and they had gotten to cover before he could do anything but launch a few wild shots.* He turns his ears back towards the others, his eyes still focused on the enemy. He fires a few blaster bolts, just to keep their heads down.

"Are you Daft!? 20 years and you have yet to grow any brains in that pretty little head of yours...."

"Shall I shoot him, boss?" he mutters into his helmet's comlink, and the words float from somewhere on Arani's hip, where her own hand-held model is stored.

"Vor, got anything in your overly large ordinance collection to take out that speeder. We could use the explosion as a derversion."

"First, don't call me that. People with names like yours should be wary about chopping bits off others, or you'll find you've got nothing left." Vor'en is annoyed, and speaking far than he usually does. Someone has to save our collective asses, I suppose. "Two, until thirty seconds ago Arani and I were perfectly legal, and there's a limit to what you can carry and keep your nose clean." He had quite enough to mix it up with, but he had left his biggest gear- a trio of stun grenades- at home. Stupid of him.

"Three, for someone who just let Dorn have it for lack of subtlety, you sure like the idea of a big bang. Which doesn't mean," he continues, his eyes still firmly fixed on the distant landspeeder as he fires twice more over the heads of the enemy troopers, "that you didn't drop the ball, Dorn. Badly. But I'll tell you just how stupid you acted later, because right now we're getting the hell out of here as soon as Murn turns the ship around. Let's go."

*I realize I was a bit slow off the start line here, but I don't suppose there's a chance I could have perforated them before they got to cover? Officer is the priority. And yes, I know Arani told us otherwise....

 

[Rorworr]

"Well, I could always see if this could punch some hole in the speeder." Rorworr hefts the bowcaster menacingly, slotting another quarrel into place.

"Dorn, good to see you again. Once we're clear of the boys in white, I'd like to know where you've been hiding out for the last dozen years or so." He nods meaningfully towards Arani as he speaks.

"Anyway, we running or fighting? Given that the officer over there has got his comlink out, I'd guess that reinforcements are on their way. Coupled with Dorn's little display, chance are this place will be crawling with troops in minutes..."