Post by vinea on May 22, 2005 17:19:11 GMT
Gort said:
Dana continued weakly tears streaking down her face "I..lo..lo..." she struggled to swallow, her body went limp and her head lolled back.
Omid sighs deeply as he slings Dana's limp body over one shoulder "Bounty hunters and their stupid sleep darts."
He casually shoots the green suited bounty hunter just below where the helmet meets the neck. The bolt penetrates the vulnerable point splaying the bounty hunter's head messily over the Imperial officer as he comments "There's always a back way out Daerion, this way, through the kitchen. I'm sure there's a scad of troopers on their way."
The crowd flees in all directions from the unexpected blaster fire he and Daerion duck into the kitchen. As they run out the service access Omid calls ahead "Raishe, change of plans...warm up the engines, we...are...leaving."
Looking back he calls out "Daerion, hurry up...don't bother messing with the hatch, they can override it with their security code and two blaster shots would blow through it anyway."
Daerion hurries past mumbling something indecipherable. Breathing heavily Omid chases after with Dana on his shoulder. "What? Did you just mumble at me? Slow down, she's gained weight in the last couple years."
The officer and his two goons run after the departing trio. As they go, the officer calls for the station to lock in the Firefly and informs the duty officer of what transpired.
"No sir, they got the girl but we are right behind them, they can't get away. I'll inform you which route they took as soon as we get in the service way."
The two gunmen peek into the kitchen but draw no fire. As one covers the other they quickly clear the room. "Clear right." "Clear left."
The Lieutenant screams "Damnit, they are getting away, move move MOVE" as he pushes past them into the kitchen and runs to the service hatch, madly punching his override code.
"NO WAIT!" yells one gunmen as the other dives back into the dining area.
The resulting explosion blows the first gunman onto the second. Both are knocked unconsious. Of the Lieutenant, there is no sign.
Hearing the soft boom Daerion takes the unconscious Dana from Omir. "I said I wasn't messing with the hatch, I was leaving behind a present." As Daerion ducks into Bay 38 Omir can only shake his head.
"It started out as such a nice day."
They clamber aboard and Omir heads for the pilot's seat. Raishe vacates the seat and moves to the co-pilots station. There, he presses a button. Small bangs can be heard from around the ship. "We're clear, I've blown the couplings to the station. How are you going to clear the tractor and the Star Destroyer?"
Omir responds "Desperate time calls for desperate measures. Brace yourself I'm going to firewall the engines."
Slamming the drives into full burn the YT-1300 is spit out the bay in a ball of fury. It straightens out and accelerates in a straight line building speed.
"Er, you can't outrun a tractor beam..." comments Raishe.
"I can't dodge one either, this is a freighter, not a fighter..." replies Omir.
"So whats the plan?"
"Desperate times calls..."
Cutting him off, Raishe asks "YES yes, desperate measures...what desperate measures?"
"Oh nothing. Anywhere in particular you want to go?" Omir asks nonchalantly.
Two can play that game thinks Raishe. "Away from here would be nice" is the bored reply.
"We can do that" responds Omir as he pulls the lever for hyperdrive.
Wrong game. Raishe bolts upright. "WAIT, NOT A BLIND JUMP!"
Back in the passenger compartment Daerion uses the first aid kit to extract the dart from Dana. The med-comp clucks at the dart sample and provides an opinion. 6 hours. Daerion shrugs. Could be far worse. Could have been a blaster bolt. He heads for the cockpit to report his findings only to overhear a mild discussion among the crew.
"YOU IDIOT, WE'RE ALL DEAD".
"You know Ray, I don't think I've ever seen you lose your cool before."
"I'VE NEVER BEEN LOST IN HYPERSPACE FOR ALL ETERNITY BEFORE EITHER."
"Relax, we're not lost in hyperspace. Trust me."
"TRUST YOU? TRUST YOU? YOU JUST MADE A BLIND JUMP INTO HYPERSPACE. WE COULD HIT A BLACK HOLE. WE COULD BE LOST FOREVER!"
"Or I could have preplotted a jump from a straight line run out of the bay."
"OR YOU COU...yeah...you could have preplo...when the hell did you do that?"
"Earlier" was the vague reply with corresponding handwave. "But there IS bad news."
Calming down visibly Raishe chuckles "Heh, we are aren't lost forever in hyperspace. Any news at this point is good news."
"We might as well be" responds a suddenly grim Omir. "They know who we are. We're burned. The ship is burned. Our old lives just ended back there. There's no going back now."
"Well, you still have Dana" interjects Daerion. The two turn to look at him. "She should be up in 6 hours...woozy but functional. Medcomp gives her a clean bill, no toxins other than the knock out."
Omir winks at Daerion. "Ah, well...as long as I get the girl, its all worth it." He gets busy at the navcomp for a moment and continues.
"We'll leave hyperspace in 13 hours at an empty system. I'll plot a course for Tatooine there but we need to modify the ship. Repaint the whole skin, add new markings, and weather it. The works. I'll need to detune the drive and change out the transponder. The Firefly is no more. For now we're the Last Laugh. A tramp freighter that I found crushed in the asteroid field on the Kessel Run. The ID should hold up to a cursory inspection anyway."
Looks at the two "No droids aboard, we have to do all the work. I figure 19 hours and we hit hyperspace again. Tomorrow will be a long long day. Dana can keep watch in the ship as we work."
He rummages around the forward locker and two black boxes sail over to Daerion and Raishe. "Day's not over yet. We need to scan the ship as best we can for a transponder. We'll do the outside first thing when we exit hyperspace. If someone is following we need to keep jumping until we can get rid of the thing."