Two for the Show...
Finally wrote up how my Cathar cutie Nya and @shimmer-like-agirl‘s sassy smuggler Shawnni met and became friends. Takes place before the girls and their fellas cemented their romances, and based on the ‘Fall of the Locust’ heroic on Taris where the girls really did meet and team up for the first time. Settle in, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride >~,^<
Nya knew Jorgan wasn’t happy - that was par for the course - but he was going to start driving her crazy if he didn’t stop tapping impatiently on his rifle. “They’re helping us whether you like it or not Jorgan,” she informed him.
“Civilians. We’re being assisted by civilians.”
He acted like Nya had told him to go lick a bantha’s behind, the way he spat out the word, and she was tempted to if he didn’t lose the attitude. “From what the captain tells me they’re used to this kinda thing. In fact Devane said the last job she had…”
“Job?” Disgust was replaced by shock, “Don’t tell me you hired mercs.”
“They’re mercs, but I didn’t hire them.” Didn’t need to, Nya thought, Governor Saresh had already taken care of that.
Turns out the local Governor was so desperate to retrieve her missing security agent that she’d asked for assistance from anybody; now the standard extraction mission was open to any laser-brain with a blaster. So when Nya was in the cantina and overheard the smuggler mention ‘the Locust’, her instincts insisted she suggest teaming up. The sooner they got the agent out of there, the less civilians would be tempted to jump in half-cocked.
“This one might be a challenge, even for us. And better to have freelancers,” she assured him. “The less officers involved, the less chance of people finding out what happened with Tavus.”
“Still don’t like it Blaze.”
“Not asking you to like it Jorgan,” she grumbled. “Just follow orders.”
“But asking civilians for help? Either they’re going to get shot or get us shot.”
Nya puffed an exasperated breath upwards, raking her claws through her auburn mane. “You know, Dorne would probably be just fine with this. I can comm her to help. Meanwhile Spitfire’s latrine could always use a good scrubbing.”
“Dorne?” He looked appalled, but she had a feeling it had more to do with the threat of latrine duty than the suggestion that she pull their new squad-mate for this task.
“Sure. I don’t think she’d argue with me this much.”
He folded his arms and sighed. “In that case I’d better accompany you for this mission. I’m more familiar with your… tactics.”
“Ya know, the way you two bicker you sound like some ol’ married couple.”
The playful words had the quarreling Cathar whipping around and Nya’s rebuttal died on her lips when she saw a raven-haired woman closely followed by a taller man with tied-back dreadlocks. She could feel disapproval radiating from Aric, with a flowing red trench-coat and superior expression the smuggler looked the very embodiment of devil-may-care.
“Glad to see you could join the party Devane,” she said as she walked forward to shake the woman’s hand.
“Glad to be invited,” the woman replied, “And didn’t I tell ya to call me Shawnni?”
“Didn’t I say be here twenty minutes ago?” Nya teased and both ladies laughed.
“Well I would’ve if Corso could'a picked a blaster sooner. Think he settled on Sgt. Boom-Boom.”
“Sgt. Boom-Boom? Seriously?” Nya clasped one hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter, while Shawnni’s companion gave her an irritated look.
“Yup, he’s got the all the muscle we need.” He patted the hefty looking blaster proudly, “Now this here is R-406 Heavy Sonic Disrupter. All original 'cept for a couple'a my own modifications.”
Nya caught Shawnni rolling her eyes and wondered how many times the captain had heard all about Sgt. Boom-Boom. Then the man looked down at the cannon in Nya’s arms and whistled appreciatively. “Say now, she’s a beaut. That one of the GT series?”
“You know your gear,” she replied, impressed that he recognized it. “GT-27, with a custom crystal.”
“Don’t that affect the suspension field?”
“Had it reinforced, alusteel instead of trimantium.” She grinned as she stroked the cannon’s stock. “I call her Big Mama.”
He let out another whistle and returned her grin. “Damn Captain, think I’m gonna like this one.” Thrusting out his hand he took hers and shook vigorously, “Sorry 'bout my lack of manners Ma'am, we ain’t been properly introduced. Corso Riggs, pleasure to meet you.”
“Likewise Riggs. First-Lieutenant Lanz,” She nodded at the reluctant Cathar behind her, “Speaking of manners, come meet our new partners Jorgan.”
“Temporary partners,” he muttered then stepped forward. “Sergeant Jorgan, Havoc Squad.” He gave Shawnni and Riggs a level look as he stood beside Nya. “Just so you know, I don’t approve of civilians on missions like these. In my experience they tend to be more underfoot than useful.”
Corso bristled at the blunt words, but Shawnni just raised an eyebrow at the broad-shouldered Cathar. “Appreciate your candor Sergeant, but sounds like Red here is callin’ the shots.” A slow smirk curved her full mouth, “'Course, there’s always latrine duty if you don’t wanna come.”
Nya heard Aric growl quietly and glided between him and the smuggler. “Save it people. There’s better targets than each other, right?” She laid a warning hand on Aric’s chestplate, “Right, Jorgan?”
He let out a small huff and nodded. Meanwhile it didn’t escape Nya that Corso had stepped close to Shawnni.
“You know Captain, you don’t need to go pickin’ fights with the angriest lookin’ thing you see.”
“Aww, no worries Farmboy. I got a feeling Red keeps him in line.” The brunette gave him a sultry smile, “'Sides, I betcha you could take him.”
To Nya’s surprise Corso ducked his head and his cheeks flushed. “'Preciate the vote of confidence, but I’d rather not have to.”
“Fair enough,” she said lightly, then straightened her coat. “Well, that agent ain’t gonna rescue herself. Whatcha say we get a move on?”
“I have a bad feeling about this,” grumbled Aric as they headed to the speeders and Nya patted his arm.
“Don’t worry Jorgan. We’ve got this.”
Getting to the compound wasn’t too rough, Shawnni had enlisted some sort of stealth generator to skulk past the Locust’s camp with Corso while Nya and Aric relied on their more mundane trooper training. Turned out the real fight was in the compound. The twisting tunnels were crawling with scavengers, and the Locust had prepared his men with turret blasters and a small brigade’s worth of arms. Nya was thankful again that she’d enlisted the extra help as they powered through, and reminded herself that she’d owed Aric a big, fat 'I told you so’.
“On your right Devane,” Nya hollered as another scavenger rushed the smuggler.
The woman lashed out a blaster, firing in rapid succession, but the cutthroat’s armor deflected the shots. She held her ground as he hurtled towards her and Nya was tempted to shoot the attacker. Suddenly Shawnni’s boot flew forward, catching the scavenger square in the groin.
A groan from Aric vibrated Nya’s earpiece as the assailant keeled over and Shawnni popped two quick shots into his skull. “And I thought your tactics were unconventional,” he muttered and Nya chuckled.
“See, I’m not that bad to deal with after all.” Ducking beneath the rounds, she dove behind the small energy shield Shawnni had created while Aric stayed back, protected by a stack of crates. “Alright, buddy moving. Cover me Jorgan.”
“Dammit Blaze there has to be a dozen of them.”
“So kill 'em for me Jorgan,” Nya chuckled again. “What are you good for?”
She heard another low grumble, but one, two, then three scavengers fell, picked off by Aric’s rifle. The diversion allowed Nya to pull free a cryo grenade and lob it at the remaining cutthroats. It sent a spray of supercooled chemicals over the scavengers, freezing them in place, and she looked at Shawnni who gave her a quick grin.
“Gotcha one better,” she said, then tossed a grenade of her own. It detonated almost as soon as it touched ground, sending out a concussive wave that shattered the iced scavengers.
“Nice touch,” said Nya. “Any chance I can get a few of those?”
“We’ll negotiate a trade when we wrap this up,” replied Shawnni, then she looked around. “Now where the blazes is…?”
A rowdy whoop filled the air and Nya raised her head in time to see Corso barreling up to one of the turrets. “Your man’s gonna get himself killed,” she chuckled and Shawnni shook her head.
“Not if I can help it.”
The smuggler sprang up, unloading her blasters on the same turret, but the shielding seemed too resilient. Nya swung Big Mama free, shouting “Duck!”.
As soon as Shawnni yanked Corso to the ground Nya unleashed several plasma rounds into the turret. The base exploded in a hail of shrapnel as it collapsed on itself, the scavenger manning it hanging limp in his seat. With the sounds of battle silenced she turned around to check if there were any more scavengers. It seemed like they’d cleared the way, for now.
“You two okay?” she asked, slinging Big Mama back over her shoulder as the couple stood and brushed the dirt from their clothes.
“Now why’d ya have to go and do that?” Shawnni pouted at the Cathar, “Me and Farmboy had it.”
“It almost had you,” Nya gave her a toothy grin. “But next time I’ll let you prove me wrong.”
“Good,” said Shawnni, then she pointed behind Nya. “Look out!”