Mirta held her holdout blaster to Revim's back as the two of them, Vestara, Space Cop, Vagalla, and their latest compatriot, the Hutt Ferralla Jesda Kliurra, watched the YT-2600 carrying Ship and Space Cop's vessel descend from Nar Shaddaa's skies. It landed without hassle meters away from The Stop-Inn with its rear turned to them, where the cargo hatch opened up to reveal the Sith Meditation Sphere and the car-like ship as the only two objects inside the hatch.
Ship, without hesitation, launched from its position in the cargo hatch and flew for Vestara, where it stopped abruptly in midair and nestled next to her.
Thank you for saving me, Lady Khai, the Sphere communed enthusiastically in its telepathic link with Vestara.
The Sith only nodded wordlessly, not even bothering to reply; all she did was save a tool, and while the Meditation Sphere knew that, it was still grateful.
A few moments later, Space Cop piloted his own ship out of the YT's cargo hatch and settled it down next to Ship before shutting off its engines and exiting his car-like vessel. He then committed a pose in crossing his arms across his chest and leaning against the door before Vagalla and Ferralla.
"So, ladies, whaddya think o' this?" he asked the Weequay and Hutt.
While Vagalla smiled and nodded appreciatively with a seductive undertone, Ferralla looked less than amused.
"How are we supposed to fuck in that?" the Hutt asked.
Space Cop's pseudo-roguish grin dropped.
"Arrange your sex life some other time, all three of you," Mirta demanded before refocusing her attention back on Revim, who still had his back turned to her blaster. "You..." She prodded him with the barrel of her gun. "Get outta here."
Instead of obeying, Revim continued to stand there, facing the YT-2600, which had closed its cargo hatch to reveal its underbelly. There, a mounted blaster lowered from inside the ship and targeted the group's general direction. Everyone's attention shifted there as Revim turned around to face Mirta with a triumphant smirk.
"Oh, I'll leave, don't you worry about that, ma'am," he said. "But not before I leave with this dirty little slutrat." He nodded at Vagalla.
"And if we don't give Vagalla to you, you'll tell whoever's mounting that gun to blast us," Mirta concluded evenly. "Of course, there's one thing you seem to be forgetting, Revim."
"What's that?"
"You could die, too, you know," Mirta pointed out. "There's way too much of a risk that that gun'll hit you, and you won't even have time to regret delaying your departure just to get Vagalla before passing away." She enunciated the last two words with a mock-ethereal tone.
Revim's arrogant smile dropped. "Oh."
"Not that it matters anyway," Vestara chimed in.
A second later, a silver metal sphere shot out from Ship's rear and rocketed for the YT's turret, ripping it from its mount and disappearing into the distance of the street. Revim looked at the damage to the ship before looking back at the Meditation Sphere before finally returning his gaze back upon Mirta, and, by extension, Vestara.
"This just does not seem to be your day, huh?" the Sith remarked.
"Now what was that about calling me a little slutrat?" Vagalla asked with a threatening tone to Revim.
Space Cop held up a hand in front of the Weequay to prevent her from doing anything rash. "He ain't worth it, babe," he told her soberly. "He maybe weaponless here, but he's still the head of a crime cartel. You'll only give us more trouble if you do anything to him. Right now, anyway."
Vagalla looked from Space Cop to Revim, and her expression appeared to soften somewhat.
"Now, again, get outta here," Mirta demanded from the man before her, "before I decide not to listen to Space Cop's uncharacteristically sage advice."
Revim scowled, but then said, through his teeth, "Just let me tell my guys I won't be returning with Vagalla."
"You can tell 'em when you get aboard," Mirta said, not even letting him reach for his commlink. "I don't wanna see you in my sights anymore than I have to. Now quickly, 'cause my trigger-finger's getting itchy." To emphasize her point, the Mandalorian began twitching the index finger that she held against the blaster's trigger.
Revim sighed in defeat. "Fine." And with that, he turned around and headed for the YT-2600, which lowered its boarding ramp at his approach. It began closing back up just as he was walking into the ship proper.
A few moments later, it began climbing for the sky.
Then, just when it looked like it would disappear out of the atmosphere in another few seconds, it dropped something.
"Ship and I'll take care of that," Vestara said just as she was boarding the Meditation Sphere, who had already unrolled a boarding ramp for her. It took off even before it sealed the improvised breach in its hull.
"Let's get it in a tractor beam and redirect it to hit the YT," Vestara spoke aloud as Ship raced for the incoming concussion missile that Revim's departure vessel dropped.
But, Lady Khai, the Sphere began, you heard Space Cop. And while I wouldn't trust that idiot with anything remotely important, he is right about-
"Yeah, yeah, but even if we survive this, it's obvious Revim's not gonna stop here," Vestara cut off. "Might as well take him out now while we have the chance."
Very well, Ship agreed, obviously reluctant from its tone.
A few moments later, the Meditation Sphere closed to about several dozen meters with the missile and quickly engaged its tractor beam, catching the projectile and maneuvering it so that it was now facing the direction of the retreating YT-2600. The missile hit the YT full-on in the rear with a satisfying explosion, but the ship's rear shields held, only making it buck forward a little, and ever closer to its exit point out of the system for hyperspace. Still, with its mounted turret gone and the rest of its weapons all facing forward, as well as unable to redirect for any rear threats, the YT was a sitting duck for Ship.
"Ship, you got the balls for this?" Vestara asked.
What?
"I mean your silver projectiles," Vestara clarified. "Can you take that YT out before it leaves?"
Of course. And I can see that Space Cop's sexual depravity is rubbing off on you.
"Don't remind me," Vestara said with a raised eyebrow. Her tone grew more serious. "Fire now!"
Ship launched several silver projectiles for the YT, ripping through its energy shields and plowing through its hull. The ship exploded before it could even get the chance to expel air into the vacuum of space.
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"Well, well," Dev'lia said as he observed the footage of the Sith Meditation Sphere's destruction of the YT-2600 on his datapad. "It appears that our little Rain has a lot more acid to her than we first thought."
"You're terrible at puns, you know," the deep voice of a centennian old man replied from around the room.
Dev'lia's expression fell into one of mock-sadness. "And you're no fun either."
"But how do you know she's piloting the eyeball-ship?" the centennian's disembodied voice asked.
"The exterior cameras that not even my security personnel know about saw that eyeball-ship get stolen by a couple o' Jedi StealthXs," Dev'lia answered. "After it was decloaked from being another vessel. And it arrived with another vessel that was decloaked, and, well..." Dev'lia then pressed a button beneath his datapad's screen, and the footage shifted to that of two different vessels appearing as an "eyeball-ship" and a car-like vessel. "You have the feed, sir?"
"Yeah, I see it," the centennian replied. "So you know Space Cop's here, and you didn't bother doing anything about it?"
"Oh, I'll take care of him, Mister Plinkett," Dev'lia replied. "I just wanna get Rain Sahali to dance naked for us on-stage."
"You've already seen her naked, Devvy," Plinkett replied. "If you have us waste anymore time because you wanna fuck this chick-"
"Trust me, Mister Plinkett," Dev'lia interrupted. "I know what I'm doing."
"Oh, I'm sorry, are you in charge here?" Plinkett replied. "Space Cop maybe a dunce, but he's still a threat. And now that he has a Sith and a Mandalorian, both who are competent by the way, we're gonna get fucked, and not in the good way."
"Would it assure you that I already have a plan in the works, Mister Plinkett?"
"I'm listening."