CRIMES Part 2

[stabsbothways]

Who: Isabela Grace and her crew of ne'er do-wells. Open to friends and friends of friends.
Broadcast: None
Action: Various across the belt (see prompts)
When: Throughout May
Notes: Continuation of Part 1.

{{ Robin Hood Up In Here }}

With Nami's sleuthing, they've managed to find a pretty juicy target. The asteroid Danoth is a small little uninhabitable rock on paper, but it's a warehouse for the Baron Pritchard Calarook, whose primary security is its secrecy (now foiled).

Raider ships are outfitted with a handy dandy stealth drive, so they're past the meager defenses before anyone there knows, so it's just a matter of a) infiltrating the place, b) evading or disabling the security force, and then c) profit.

Isabela Grace is going in through an air vent with the assault team.


{{ Slaves Aren't Cargo, Mate }}

Part of the the Baron's hold is apparently devoted to slavery. Grace's good mood at having taken the facility and browsing through hold after hold of weapons and riches is visibly tarnished at the discovery of a whole wing of people. Talk to her then or-

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-later, after she's released all the slaves on Meston with a pretty substantial percentage of the warehouse loot. She doesn't want them to just get picked up again and sold back into slavery. It's not because she's nice, though, she'll insist. It's for these other reasons that she just doesn't feel like sharing with you this very moment. Shut up!


{{ Drinks are on Me! }}

After a good heist all around, and a few trips to fence off the remaining goods, even split between everyone in the group (with a bit extra for Grace) still leaves everyone pretty happy. Drinks are on her in Telluria!


{{ All Good Things }}

It seems that the Baron Pritchard Calarook doesn't take kindly to being robbed blind, so the first indication that things might be going to shit while everyone gets drunk is the Aveline getting blown to shit. He's a well connected man, and he's tracked then down and sent a gunship and a small battalion to make an example of everyone.

Oops.

Comments

[namisan]

[Great minds think alike, because she sure as hell vaults behind the bar the moment the gunfire started.]

If that's the case, they can stop any time now! [She yells it over the bar, then ducks back behind it in a hurry at the retaliation, screwing her weapon together.] Oh, well. I guess it was too much to ask for he'd just applaud how smart we were and move on.

[stabsbothways]

[ Rather than a dagger, Grace pulls out a laser pistol she'd knocked off from the raiders awhile back. As much as she loved knives, she learned quickly not to bring them to gunfights. ]

You don't become a massively successful warlord without having an ego and pride to match.

[ The first batch of assault troops burst in through the backroom, heavy armor and heavy weapons. Grace shot the first one point blank through the face visor before he even knew what was happening. ]

[namisan]

[Nami prefers not to attend gunfights at all. With a sweep of her staff, she sends a whole lot of bubbles up into the air, which is ...ridiculously innocent-ish enough. Right? Then she promptly fades from view. SHE'S ABANDONING YOU.

...or not.] Can you keep from being shot full of holes for fifteen seconds? [Thus spake the empty air.]

[stabsbothways]

[ She gots to get her one of those. ]

Can't promise that, but do whatever it is you're planning anyway.

[ She couldn't become invisible but she could pull a smoke grenade out. They worked even better than the smoke grenades back home. She pulled the pin and rolled it around the bar, quickly filling the small space with thick plumes of grey smoke. ]

[namisan]

[Whoa. Nami keeps well out of the thickest of the smoke-- she's not sure what it'll do to the already present weather effect she's got going, so suddenly appearing again is not on the cards-- and instead lets herself into the kitchen, yelling as she ducks through the door--] Keep an eye out! You start seeing crackling in the air, I recommend hitting the floor.

[She's gonna find her way outside, don't mind about her, because once those bubbles do their thing it's the people still outside that are gonna be the real trouble.

Thus leaving Isabela alone. (Or Summer. Or Grace.) The shots have lost their accuracy, at least, and there's more than a few people coughing, but they're kinda pissed. And the smoke has the added effect that none of them are really looking up at the innocently bobbing bubbles. That have tiny little clouds in them. That... fades into the smoke cloud.

Really, you couldn't have pulled out a better move to compliment that if you'd tried.

Give it another ten seconds, and there's distinct sparking going on up there. With all the gunfire, the bubbles popping one by one is going to go completely unheard.]