06-22-2017, 11:35 AM
As Jaixe worked on getting his plan together, Fett worked on summoning a speeder bike. Chances were that he wouldn’t have a lot of time once Jackie made a break for it. Then he checked his equipment one last time. Everything appeared charged and ready to go. “Testing, check, check,” he said into his comm.
“I hear you fine,” replied Jaixe.
Good enough. Boba Fett rode his speeder out and around front of the building and parked it near the entrance. The burly bouncer glowered at the heavily armed bounty hunter. “Yoos can’t be parkin’ there and no guns in da casino,” he ordered Fett while showing his pistol in his jacket.
Fett returned his carbine to OM and said, “I’m just looking to spend. You know what I am. Don’t go starting trouble.”
“Aye, a’right. We ain’t lookin’ for trouble. Enjoy your stay, sir,” he sputtered. Chances are there weren’t a lot of primes rolling into low end casinos and the door man wasn’t quite sure how to handle it. As Fett strolled passed him and into the establishment, he heard the man saying something into his radio. Unsurprisingly, when the bounty hunter got inside, the thugs that passed as security around there were eyeing him. They kept their distance though.
He looked around for a Sabacc table, or anything he was familiar with, but no such luck. Definitely not the real Coruscant. Finally, he settled on a high stakes table of a game called blackjack. He had never played, but it looked simple enough since the dealer appeared to be doing all the work. He dropped a few OM down and scanned the room.
Nearly a dozen guards walked the floor, but they didn’t look like too much trouble as they were mostly armed with brass knuckles and batons. Above him, in the rafters, was the real security. The problem was that they had attached all kinds of bright blinking lights to the underside of the catwalk. He could tell that there were a number of guards up there, but it was impossible to see much else.
It took the better part of half an hour for the raid to start, and Fett was down a little but not more than pocket change. The first sign that trouble was brewing was a lot of people getting called all at once. There were probably look-outs around the block to watch for trouble, and they were all sending their warnings before they took off themselves.
The second sign was blaster fire right outside the front door following by it being kicked in. Patrons scattered, and the first two stormtroopers in were mowed down by a machine gun mounted somewhere in the rafters. It was more firepower than they were expecting, but it was too late to pull out now. Fett jumped up on the table and used his jetpack to help him make it the rest of the way into the rafters. As he did so, he summoned his carbine.
Fett grabbed the railing and found himself face to face with a thug. As he got his footing, he broke the man’s nose with the butt of his rifle. When he stumbled back, the bounty hunter finished him off with a three-round burst to the chest. A dozen men with various guns turned to Fett in surprise. Ignoring them. he quickly scanned the catwalk and found the gun emplacement.
It was fixed to cover the front door and two people were operating it: One to fire and one working the belt. Two more men were standing next to them and covering the front door with rifles. As the rest of the guards opened fire on him, Fett leapt into the air and used a burst from his jetpack to tackle the machine gunner twenty feet away. Both men went sprawling across the catwalk, and the gunner fell to the first floor. He landed on his head with a sickening crunch.
Now that the machine gun was offline, the stormtroopers burst into the room, firing indiscriminately. They took up positions behind overturned tables and a firefight broke out between them and the guards in the catwalk. Fett took the opportunity to get behind some cover provided by a large light fixture.
*BEEP*BEEP* “Jackie is out. He came out an escape hatch in the ally. My shadow is following him,” came Jaixe’s voice.
“I’m a little busy in here,” growled Fett as gunfire ricocheted off the fixture he was hiding behind. He popped out and returned fire, killing the guy. “He is probably going to a hideout. We’ll catch up with him there.” Thunking boots warned Fett that someone was coming around the corner of his cover. He flicked on his flame thrower just as they showed themselves and black, acrid smoke filled the air. The thugs skin popped and bubbled as he fell over the side of the catwalk.
Slowly, the blaster fire fell off, and all that remained was the sound of stormtroopers ordering people around. Boba Fett jumped down from the rafters and reported to the nearest one. “Boba Fett, bounty hunter. I’m the one that called you in. The prime is making a run for it. I’m going to pursue,” he explained.
“Yes, sir,” replied the soldier, “And good work up there with the machinegun.”
Fett just nodded and stroke from the building. He mounted the speeder bike he summoned earlier and contacted his partner. “Alright, let’s finish the job.”
“I hear you fine,” replied Jaixe.
Good enough. Boba Fett rode his speeder out and around front of the building and parked it near the entrance. The burly bouncer glowered at the heavily armed bounty hunter. “Yoos can’t be parkin’ there and no guns in da casino,” he ordered Fett while showing his pistol in his jacket.
Fett returned his carbine to OM and said, “I’m just looking to spend. You know what I am. Don’t go starting trouble.”
“Aye, a’right. We ain’t lookin’ for trouble. Enjoy your stay, sir,” he sputtered. Chances are there weren’t a lot of primes rolling into low end casinos and the door man wasn’t quite sure how to handle it. As Fett strolled passed him and into the establishment, he heard the man saying something into his radio. Unsurprisingly, when the bounty hunter got inside, the thugs that passed as security around there were eyeing him. They kept their distance though.
He looked around for a Sabacc table, or anything he was familiar with, but no such luck. Definitely not the real Coruscant. Finally, he settled on a high stakes table of a game called blackjack. He had never played, but it looked simple enough since the dealer appeared to be doing all the work. He dropped a few OM down and scanned the room.
Nearly a dozen guards walked the floor, but they didn’t look like too much trouble as they were mostly armed with brass knuckles and batons. Above him, in the rafters, was the real security. The problem was that they had attached all kinds of bright blinking lights to the underside of the catwalk. He could tell that there were a number of guards up there, but it was impossible to see much else.
It took the better part of half an hour for the raid to start, and Fett was down a little but not more than pocket change. The first sign that trouble was brewing was a lot of people getting called all at once. There were probably look-outs around the block to watch for trouble, and they were all sending their warnings before they took off themselves.
The second sign was blaster fire right outside the front door following by it being kicked in. Patrons scattered, and the first two stormtroopers in were mowed down by a machine gun mounted somewhere in the rafters. It was more firepower than they were expecting, but it was too late to pull out now. Fett jumped up on the table and used his jetpack to help him make it the rest of the way into the rafters. As he did so, he summoned his carbine.
Fett grabbed the railing and found himself face to face with a thug. As he got his footing, he broke the man’s nose with the butt of his rifle. When he stumbled back, the bounty hunter finished him off with a three-round burst to the chest. A dozen men with various guns turned to Fett in surprise. Ignoring them. he quickly scanned the catwalk and found the gun emplacement.
It was fixed to cover the front door and two people were operating it: One to fire and one working the belt. Two more men were standing next to them and covering the front door with rifles. As the rest of the guards opened fire on him, Fett leapt into the air and used a burst from his jetpack to tackle the machine gunner twenty feet away. Both men went sprawling across the catwalk, and the gunner fell to the first floor. He landed on his head with a sickening crunch.
Now that the machine gun was offline, the stormtroopers burst into the room, firing indiscriminately. They took up positions behind overturned tables and a firefight broke out between them and the guards in the catwalk. Fett took the opportunity to get behind some cover provided by a large light fixture.
*BEEP*BEEP* “Jackie is out. He came out an escape hatch in the ally. My shadow is following him,” came Jaixe’s voice.
“I’m a little busy in here,” growled Fett as gunfire ricocheted off the fixture he was hiding behind. He popped out and returned fire, killing the guy. “He is probably going to a hideout. We’ll catch up with him there.” Thunking boots warned Fett that someone was coming around the corner of his cover. He flicked on his flame thrower just as they showed themselves and black, acrid smoke filled the air. The thugs skin popped and bubbled as he fell over the side of the catwalk.
Slowly, the blaster fire fell off, and all that remained was the sound of stormtroopers ordering people around. Boba Fett jumped down from the rafters and reported to the nearest one. “Boba Fett, bounty hunter. I’m the one that called you in. The prime is making a run for it. I’m going to pursue,” he explained.
“Yes, sir,” replied the soldier, “And good work up there with the machinegun.”
Fett just nodded and stroke from the building. He mounted the speeder bike he summoned earlier and contacted his partner. “Alright, let’s finish the job.”