THIS WAS SALVAGED FROM BANDAR’S CORRUPTED LOG
Soooo… Gav blew himself up today.
I don’t really know what happened, but somehow… somehow it was us that actually won that day. It’s a bit of a long story, but I think I’ll start right after we got back to the colony.
“No!” I growled, “We are going to go over to their base, find out what they’re doing, and we are going to save those slaves!” Naz rounded on me “Who’s the captain here?” I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Naz kicked over a piece of junk.
Stumpel spoke up “It would be the right thing to do… but then again,” he chuckled, “ We aren’t the right thing, are we.” Naz nodded, “My family and we are safe, that’s what matters.” Gav countered, “On the other hand, even though we’ve killed their leader, what keeps them from starting over?” “And what keeps them from coming back?” Stumpel finished.
The arguing had stopped for a moment and taking the opportunity, Naz turned his back and started down the hill. No.
I streaked forward at inhuman speed and when I grabbed his arm… a fire in my eyes they’d never seen before broke through to the surface. “There are a lot of people in pain and suffering, more than us, more than your family. So you LISTEN to me now!” Naz stepped back “We are going to go over to their base, find out what they’re doing, and we are going to SAVE THOSE SLAVES!”
There was a silence. I stepped away, cleaning the ashes out of my mind. Naz, tired, just stared off into the junk-filled distance and he wiped the sweat off his face. He said under his breath, “You got a lot of nerve talking like that to me like that, new guy.”
He looked back at us…and I think he saw the truth for once. He sighed, “What the heck, right?” The anger I had built up released and I relaxed. Naz stared me down, “Don’t get to be thinking we’re heroes kid… cause we’re not.” He started down the hill again. “And you smell like dead fish.”
A few hours later we were talking about our plans. Stumpel pointed at the speeder we had stolen from the Rapata gang. “We have a cannon we got from those pirates, let’s use it. If we had WUD weld it onto the back, we’d have a pretty powerful truck.” We all agreed on that.
“WUD” was actually doing his own thing. He had welded a metal cone to the neck of our gang prisoner we had left back strapped to a piece of garbage. He had told him that it was a bomb that would detonate if he got anywhere close to the colony, but it was really a listening device. He asked if he could release him out to go back to his base. Hopefully he’ll give us some good information.
That droids actually really smart. He’s only been here for a while and we already take him for granted. That made me realise I was being taken for granted. Besides when Naz called me “New Guy,” I’ve fit in pretty well into the crew… Which of course made me think of the Resistance.
When I was among their ranks, I wasn’t important by any means, but I lended a helping hand in certain… important missions. I was definitely a member of their team. A good team…
They trusted me… Now never again.
Speak of the devil, Gav had just came back from the Pilgrim. Turns out a recording from the resistance had been sent to us. We’d have to deal with that later.
We had a party to crash.
First we had to get a ride. Our swoops needed some work… So we worked on them for a long time. After about a couple hours the swoops were fixed, but Naz got it into his head he could have WUD weld the cannon from the pirate ship onto it. Suddenly, WUD’s walkie talkie began to crackle. His plan was working.
We started listening in. “Hey, What’s that cone on your head?” “Help me…” “What’s happened to you!” Blah blah blah… We kept listening, but nothing really happened on the other end for couple of hours, and through it we kept on working. We finally realised they had started attempting to saw off the “bomb” after a while, and we heard a splutter when WUD’s first safety measure spit oil into someone’s face. WUD is smart.
After a while they gave up and we started hearing good information this time. WUD called us back in from the welding. Apparently the Rappata gang was hosting a competition for the prize of being their leader, now that Ugly Face and Jeff were gone.
Gav was our guy in close quarters, and I was our talky guy. We would be the best in a potentially up-close/social event, and so we were voted to go ahead and scout out the place. The cannon was a ways off so we would have a head start by a couple hours. Oh well.
As Gav and I rode off into the sunset, we had no idea what was in store for us.
“Uh, Naz?” “Yes, Bandar?” “Remember our, go in, kill everyone and blow up the place on the way out plan…” “I think so.” “Sooooooo… about that.” “Get to the point, Bandar.” “How are we supposed to kill a thousand bikers?” “A WHAT!?”
Me and Gav were looking over a hill to see hundreds of heavily muscled and heavily armed swoop gangers below, streaming in hordes out of the loading bay of a giant ship that had crashed into the side of a mountain. Swoops had been parked outside and were grouped under flags of varying dangerous looking symbols. I spoke into the mich I had “The Rappata gang wasn’t just having a competition, they invited gangs from all over the planet!” “Well…” muttered Naz “crap.” I hung up.
“Guess we got to do this the hard way.” I turn to Gav. AND SO IT BEGINS!
We drive in, wary of the watchtowers with anti spacecraft guns on them, and we park. We slip in behind a group of gangs to avoid check in, pretending we’re with them. WE go up the ramp to find a giant room filled to the brim with people, standing around a giant pit that appears to have roaring coming from it, booing and cheering. Fun competition guys…
The whole room is slanted, so me and Gav start heading down. Into the mess of people.I walk up and instantly get the information I need to know from some gang members. I’m a pro at this kind of thing. I learn I can find out more about Rappatas slave business by going to the gangs “Librarian.” The door to the office was towards the back of the ship, in the corner.
While I’m being helpful, Gav instantly gets himself in trouble. “Hey you!” Says the enourmous alien Rappata gang member from check in. “Where’s your identification?!” Gav stumbles “I’m uh… in the Hell Hound gang…” “They haven’t arrived yet. You’re a LIAR!”
Gav stutters “They haaaven’t? Are you sure? Because I think – DISTRACTION!” Gav hurls rock from out of nowhere and it hit’s another enormous alien behind Mr. Scary.
Mr. Even Scarier turns around growls at the top of his lungs “HOW DAAAAAAARE YOU!!!” and he punches Mr. Scary directly in the face. He falls on top of another guy, which in turn prompts his own buddies to attack Mr. Even Scarier. Suddenly a wave of Anger and violence spreads from that spot like a food fight! Traveling in all directions, Gav evades the wave and runs for his life.
I had found the door that people claimed the librarian resided, and I watched as another humongous alien species come out through the door, and he’s holding a data pad. He locks the door and starts heading up to the top of the room, where I am. Bingo!
I hook up Gav on the line. “Alright Gav, see that guy at the back of the room with the data pad? I need you to distract him so I can steal that and his keys. Ok?” I turn to see the commotion that has begun and I dance backwards and skirt around the edge of the room to avoid being clobbered to death by a bunch of angry gangers.
I make a beeline for the guy and so does Gav. He pops up next to him and starts acting like an idiot. “Hey!” The guy shoves Gav aside. “No, wait! Look at that!” He points in a random direction. Instead of looking there, the librarian turns and looks back at Gav. “I’m warning you right now, don’t mess with me.”
Standing behind the Librarian, I realise I can’t steal the data pad or the keys at this rate, so I step back into the shadows and over the mich I tell Gav to get out of there.
Gav doesn’t freaking listen.
“Hold on man! I just want to be your friend.” “Did you hear me?” “Yeah I heard you!” Gav says “But I’m not messing with you, I’m just.” The librarian rolls his eyes, “All right…” and takes out a blaster, pointing it in Gav’s face.
So Gav takes his vibrosword and slices off his head.
Soooo, I swipe the Data Pad and hiss at Gav, “You’re lucky nobody was paying attention!” I get as far with Gav as I can away from the dead body into the crowd, and Gav shows me the keys. “I think I can get to the door and get some extra information. You get out of here!”
So I do.
Gav goes and opens the door, and a Rappata member asks him why he’s going in there. “The librarian sent me,” he says. “Oh my god! The librarians dead!” is heard from across the room.
“Heh.” Gav grunts. He stabs the guy through and several shots hit the door a’s he slams it shut and bolts it. He tells me this over the com link as I stand outside. He cuts the computer open with his vibrosword and collects the chips from within.
That’s when he sees the door looks awfully like it’s glowing in the center. He looks up and there’s an air vent. He gets the grate and hops inside. He barely has time to pull it up before some guys break through and start yelling.
I ask him if there’s a way out of the vent and he says it leads down a ways. Down? Uh oh… He asks me why I sound worried. “That means you’re going into the ship! You’ll be going deeper into the mountain, farther from the exit! “Oh”
I hear over the com Gav cursing, and then I hear a clanging a’s other men climb up into the vent behind him. Gav says there’s a T section and he’s going to be able to go slightly up. I n the background I hear a tinkling sound that gets louder and louder, like something rolling down towards him.
Then the grenade blows up.
I see smoke coming out the top of the ship from where I’m standing. Welp… I realise what happened and I climb like hell up the side of the sheer side of the twenty story high vessel.
I found Gav’s hole he had blown in the ship. He wasn’t moving and I hoped he wasn’t dead. Kind of. If he was he deserved it.
I was about to try get him out when I heard clamoring in the tunnel. Someone speaking to someone else behind him. I put my gun through the hole and rapid fired. No more noises. Funny how that works.
Those were the second and third people I had killed directly. Mabie I was more like the smugglers then I thought. No… No, these people deserved it. They were slavers!
Aaaaaand that’s when the cavalry arrived. Freaking Naz, Stumpel and WUD had their run in with some stupid bandits. They had been tuned in to what happened as well I suppose, and they had decided to drive up the other side of the mountain and up the ship from the front that was buried in the mountain.
I got Gav out and the gang came to meet me. I waved the Data Pad at them and yelled over “ABOUT TIME!”
“Not our fault” said Naz, “There were-” “No excuse.” I said. I flopped on my back. Ugh. I’m glad that that was over.
“Attention all guests! There are some intruders and murderers on the top of the base! Reward for their capture will be great. Dead or Alive!”
“EVERYONE ON! COME ON!” shouted Naz. I skittered away and down the ship. I could get to my swoop in time! I practically fell of the ship in my rush getting down, and I cut myself on a sharp metal edge. I got to the nearest swoop and found keys in the ignition. To hell with my swoop!
I looked up to see my gang driving off the side of the giant crashed ship and heading straight down, only to swerve and run along a groove around the humongous engine and out of my sight.
I started off and and I heard someone yelling right behind me. “THAT’S MINE! HEY!” Nononononono…
Three swoops came out from behind me! I turned the hover bike up as fast a’s I could get it going. It wasn’t enough.
I noticed that when two other swoops joined the chase, it was Stumpel and Naz, who had gotten swoops as well somehow, after their near crash at the hands of Naz’s cliff leaping maneuver. The others shot at me, blowing up my swoop, and I went flying onto the ground.
I got up and ran, lasers from the guard towers landing at my heels.
I hear Naz and Stumpel’s guns shooting behind me and two swoop related explosons; looking back I see the only swoop left, empty, pulling up next to me. I leap on and the three of us drive off into the sunset with sounds of rage, agony and exploding swoop gangers dwindling out behind us.