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Oh what a crazy gang we had. Our captain was good with his fists and bad with money. We had our quiet but deadly bodyguard - I forget his name; lets call him Frank - and Lily - heart of gold, and fists of lead. As for me, I'm Sammy-Jo. Mistress of disguise and all-round charmer.
So as soldiers of fortune, we had a mission. Get the stolen data disk, and if possible the guy trying to sell it. We knew the name of the guy trying to sell it but that wasn't a lot of use since we had no idea what he looked like except that he was a master of disguise. We did know who he was trying to sell it to. Some big shot Admiral who was so famous they named the moon after her.
Even getting planetside wasn't easy. We didn't even have a docking fee. Our fine Captain had lost most of his money in a poker game, and I was feeling the pinch myself. The others had a bit of spare change but it was all in Federation credits, and would'ya believe it - they would only accept those rebel dollars. So I stepped up and talked the guy into giving us a little leeway. Putty in my hands.
So it took a while to find the party. We got a little distracted on the way. Cap and Frank took some work for a crime boss, I got myself a job sorting out the tech for the sound system. Well, I'm pretty capable with electronics, but couldn't make head nor tail of this. Lily tagged along as my assistant and while she barely knows how to use a tablet, she seemed to somehow figure it out, more or less. So we had it all rigged to blow out the lights if we wanted to.
That evening we stopped for drinks and entertainment at a local gambling den. Lily was trying to impress a couple of troopers. Didn't go too well. She poured beer over herself, then picked a fight with a bunch of locals. I probably should have stuck to the sidelines.Physical violence is not my thing, and they couldn't tell a stun-gun from a pistol. So when I came to, it seemed that the guys had floored the rest of the brawlers, and somehow the Captain got an invitation to the party. So seemed we all had a way in.
Now, the captain is just no good at subterfuge. Honestly, what sort of person answers with the truth when asked what they do for a living? And while he did manage to get to the Admiral, and the guy who was trying to sell her the disk. Cap seemed to be struggling, so I slipped into something more fitting for a party and played the role of the Captain's assistant. Managed to get a look at the merchandise, and was hoping someone might get the hint and cause a distraction. They didn't so I grabbed it, did a death defying leap off the balcony and waited for the lights to break. Which they completely failed to do. I had to struggle and dodge while letting the others actually fight out of there. Lily managed to shoot out the lights. And shoot up the bar with explosive rounds causing the chaos and fire we needed, and set the admiral on fire. Frank shoved a guard out of the way giving us a chance to escape. And because of Lily has such a heart of gold she even stopped to extinguish the general by shooting a barrel of beer.
Quite a riot. But it was time to scarper! We ran for it, paid our docking fee and our pilot stepped on the accelerator. Somehow the old bucket of bolts we use as a shuttle held together and in a mighty fine piece of piloting, Lily pulled got us through before the landing bay doors closed.
So as soldiers of fortune, we had a mission. Get the stolen data disk, and if possible the guy trying to sell it. We knew the name of the guy trying to sell it but that wasn't a lot of use since we had no idea what he looked like except that he was a master of disguise. We did know who he was trying to sell it to. Some big shot Admiral who was so famous they named the moon after her.
Even getting planetside wasn't easy. We didn't even have a docking fee. Our fine Captain had lost most of his money in a poker game, and I was feeling the pinch myself. The others had a bit of spare change but it was all in Federation credits, and would'ya believe it - they would only accept those rebel dollars. So I stepped up and talked the guy into giving us a little leeway. Putty in my hands.
So it took a while to find the party. We got a little distracted on the way. Cap and Frank took some work for a crime boss, I got myself a job sorting out the tech for the sound system. Well, I'm pretty capable with electronics, but couldn't make head nor tail of this. Lily tagged along as my assistant and while she barely knows how to use a tablet, she seemed to somehow figure it out, more or less. So we had it all rigged to blow out the lights if we wanted to.
That evening we stopped for drinks and entertainment at a local gambling den. Lily was trying to impress a couple of troopers. Didn't go too well. She poured beer over herself, then picked a fight with a bunch of locals. I probably should have stuck to the sidelines.Physical violence is not my thing, and they couldn't tell a stun-gun from a pistol. So when I came to, it seemed that the guys had floored the rest of the brawlers, and somehow the Captain got an invitation to the party. So seemed we all had a way in.
Now, the captain is just no good at subterfuge. Honestly, what sort of person answers with the truth when asked what they do for a living? And while he did manage to get to the Admiral, and the guy who was trying to sell her the disk. Cap seemed to be struggling, so I slipped into something more fitting for a party and played the role of the Captain's assistant. Managed to get a look at the merchandise, and was hoping someone might get the hint and cause a distraction. They didn't so I grabbed it, did a death defying leap off the balcony and waited for the lights to break. Which they completely failed to do. I had to struggle and dodge while letting the others actually fight out of there. Lily managed to shoot out the lights. And shoot up the bar with explosive rounds causing the chaos and fire we needed, and set the admiral on fire. Frank shoved a guard out of the way giving us a chance to escape. And because of Lily has such a heart of gold she even stopped to extinguish the general by shooting a barrel of beer.
Quite a riot. But it was time to scarper! We ran for it, paid our docking fee and our pilot stepped on the accelerator. Somehow the old bucket of bolts we use as a shuttle held together and in a mighty fine piece of piloting, Lily pulled got us through before the landing bay doors closed.
