Chapter 224: Ride or Die
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Pan'Ta'Tus's was a biker bar, and right now it had about 15 speeder bikes parked in a row outside of it. The Sun Burners were a low-rent Speeder gang that sold drugs and did dirty work riding around on Nar Shaddaa as muscle, making Pan'Ta'Tus's their headquarters… and they were friends of Tatku, all it took was the promise of a round of ale at their favorite bar and they drunkenly blew a hole in Rykkr's…
How stupid of them.
The front of the bar kicked open as the raucous cheering echoed inside. "Hang on hang on!" laughed a burly human dragging out a skimpy dressed blue twi'lek, short skirt, tube top, modest breasts, fishnets and high heels, she stumbled behind him her face painted up whorishly as her lekku wagged behind her. "I got to drain the dragon snake!" he laughed dragging the girl behind him and shoving her into the nearby alley…
It smelled distinctly of sex, grime and Nar Shaddaa… which was ironically a varying mixture of sex, grime and blood. But this particular alley saw a regular turnout of streetwalkers, what this twi'lek currently was, and their clients.
"NNgh!" she was pushed flat against the cold wall as he lifted her short skirt over her blue ass, giving it a rough slap as she stood still, he yanked her thong aside and unzipped. "Mmmn!" she moaned as he grabbed her lekku and pushed his cock into her. "Ahh…ah…ah… Aggh!!" she clenched her teeth as he yanked her lekku, railing away sloppily inside her as he fucked her rough, his other hand smacked hard on her blue ass until it left a red handprint. He laughed as he grunted, rocking roughly back and forth as his hips smacked against her ass… quick, and dirty…
"NNnngh…" he pushed deep into her, pressing her against the wall as he came. "MMMn…" he groaned, his cock twitching out his load into her tight warm pussy as she grunted softly, keeping her pinned to the wall. He suddenly sighed and she jumped as another dose of heat rushed up inside her.
"Ugh!!" she groaned, struggling as he pissed inside. "Boshka!" she hissed as he pinned her.
"I need to piss." He said dismissively as she began to leak his urine, "Ahh… fucking whore." As he slipped out of her and smacked her ass as she squatted down and spread herself as piss and semen flowed out of her. she bit her lip, but held out her hand as he tossed a few credits into it, they bounced onto the filthy floor as he zipped up and left her there… heading back out front.
He hesitated… there was a red-furred shistavaanan on a vintage, fire red, speeder bike: An old Dawnstar model. And he wasn't alone, a woman with great blue breasts sat behind him in a tight catsuit, her head in a red trooper helmet. The Shistavaanan pulled up next to the row of speeder bikes as he grunted, the hooker quickly stomping away, still dripping. "Hey. Move along furball… private party." He said, however eying the woman's chest again, he grinned. "…Or your friend there can pay the toll with her mouth."
The Shistavaanan's green eyes narrowed… he lifted his left leg, and KICKED the speeder bikes with surprisingly great strength, they toppled and crashed loudly against each other, spreading out across the front of the bar, swirling on anti-grav thrusters into the flow of traffic. "What the fuck!!?! You're dead!" he roared, moments before the woman behind the shistavaanan pulled out a blaster pistol and shot him in the leg. He screamed like a bitch.
Moments earlier.
"Well we GOT to rob them first!" declared Lala stubbornly as I turned on my mask, the red-furred Shistavaanan once more I blinked at her, crossing my arms.
"…It will just be quicker to raid the bar." I said as Oriana grabbed my real ear through the mask and gave it a firm tug, I frowned.
"But we'd probably get more loot if we DIDN'T blow it up first."
"…Fine." I mumbled as Oriana smiled.
She held up a device that gave us a holo image of the bar, previously scouted out hours beforehand. "They're in here getting drunk. So bonus… you and I will lure them out."
"How?" I asked as she gestured to the holo speeder bikes and flicked on, they toppled over.
"Something like that. Then when they're all chasing us. Lala and Nerri will just walk right in, shoot people if necessary, and rob them blind. Rattletrap you got what you need?"
"All good!" he declared, slamming down the hatch of a new anti-grav transport. "Ready when you are."
"Good… now. Kal. You and I are going for a ride." She said walking me over to my Dawnstar, running her hand sensually along the red-painted metal before straddling the seat… like a proper biker babe. She took a spare helmet Rattletrap had fixed up for her, and putting it on. "Well run them around, pick them off. Then regroup at the bar.
"How come you get to do all the fun stuff with Kal, baby?" Lala asked as I straddled my bike, feeling Oriana's arms around my waist, and her soft breasts on my back.
"Because I don't have a bounty on my head."
"You're gonna keep holding that over me aren't you?…" she pouted as Oriana patted my stomach, the sign to go.
"As long as you have it!" she replied, and we sped off.
After the flashback.
We sped off, slowly at first until we heard them rev up their recovered speeder bikes… then the death race began in full. I took them below traffic first, I heard them hooting and hollering behind them, a stray blaster bolt flying past us. Apparently, most were too drunk to aim straight, which was good, they were also too drunk to drive properly, which was great. Two crashed spectacularly without any help from us: one flying off his speeder bike and screaming into the depths of Nar Shaddaa as Oriana turned and fired her blaster, hitting one of the stabilizers, forcing him to spin wildly until he lost his grip, lunch, and life, splattering into a wall as I took a sharp turn…
Into Traffic.
"OH MY FORCE!" Shrieked Oriana as I dodged the honking, screaming vehicles, "Oh Force oh force oh force! This was a bad IDEA!" she hissed as I narrowly dodged a massive transport… but the biker behind me wasn't so lucky. Exploding across the front as the droid driven vehicle, it kept moving on without hardly a scratch.
"Get back in the main lane!" she shrieked as I speed out of the wrong way into the right one. "EEEEH!!" she screamed as I dodged more oncoming speeders. And while they weren't coming AT us anymore, I still had to dodge them…
"I'm going to gut you!" I jolted in surprise as one caught up, wielding some sort of modified Gaffe stick, swinging it like a mace as the head sizzled with electricity. I dove down quickly but he followed, getting out of traffic as he wound up to swing again. Oriana lied back, as I ducked forward, the mace swishing above us both as she stretched out her blasters and fired behind us, taking out another biker as I sat up and caught the next swing. "Nggh!" I glared at him… then I kicked his stabilizer, twice. It sizzled and sparked as I let go, he released the gaffe stick to hold on to dear life as I kicked him away, but it was too late.
"AAAAAAGH!!!" he hurled into a support pillar with a spectacular explosion.
"How many left?!" I shouted as another fell shrieking from blaster fire.
"…Seven… but…" she hesitated. "SHIT they've stopped…" I turned on a dime… there was always a chance that if we killed too many they'd run for it. Probably likely since they were just a street gang. I charged towards them, raising one arm as my claws came out, then SLASH!!
I sped by, slashing one off his bike before turning quickly again. They pulled blasters but Oriana drew her own, firing at them as the rest tried to run for it. Splitting off into different directions as I rev towards the dismounted bikes.
Oriana leaped off onto one, checked it, revved it, then nodded to me as we split up, they were easier to catch than expected… many making foolish, drunken mistakes as we picked them off. So I grabbed the last one right off his bike, dangling him over empty space.
"W-wait! Wait!!" I held the last on in the air by the shirt collar, he glanced down, drops of liquid falling into the depths of Nar Shaddaa… he had pissed himself. "L-Look we can talk about this…" Oriana pulled up beside me as I glanced at her.
"You said we needed one?"
She nodded, "Yeah… and we left one… remember?"
I seemed to think about that. "…Oh… right…" I loosed my fingers.
"WAIT! WAIT!!" he hissed as I glanced at him, Oriana pulling her new bike around and looking at his terrified face expectantly. "Uuh.. nngh! Ahhhh…. What… what do you want?!" he said, clutching to my hand as he dangled in the air…
"…What are you offering?" Oriana asked politely, pulling out a datapad as she tapped a message through it. Waiting for a response…
"Uuh… ah…" he grimaced in terror. "…Ngh… codes! Codes to the safes! Secret caches! Uh…. Spare bikes?! Please don't drop me!" he pleaded as I sniffed.
"…Nerri has already cracked the safe…" she noted, lazily. "…And Lala's found a map…" the man stared at her horrified. "…Where do you keep your spare bikes?"
"The-There in a warehouse… district T35G."
"…Kal." Oriana replied almost dismissively. Meaning she didn't care what I did with him… I tossed him, he shrieked and fell back onto his bike, scrambling to stay on and not topple over into the pits.
"Guess he lives." I noted as he got on his bike properly and sped off. "…Back to the girls?"
"Uh-huh…" she noted, patting the bike. "…How much do you think we'll get for this?"
"Not much." I replied, "Common bike. Maybe a few modifications."
She pouted, "Better than nothing…" and we sped back to the bar.
We wandered in, it looked like a tornado ripped through it. There were a few dead bodies, including the bartender droid, sparking on the counter with a blaster rifle dangling from its hand. The one Oriana had shot earlier had been applied minimum medical care, his leg bandaged and left tied up at the base of the counter. "You!!" he hissed at me as I ignored him, looking around. "I'm going to fucking kill-URP." With a snap of my wrist my claws were at his neck, he fidgeted but went still, feeling the tips pinch into the soft skin of his neck.
"Now now… we might still need him." Oriana noted, pointing to an open there. "There…" I scowled, pulling my claws away and snapping them back as I followed her into the back. "...Need somebody to spread the word right?" she whispered as I frowned.
Nerri and Lala were busy tossing a variety of goods onto the anti-grav transport, various drugs, crystals, credits of course. Lala however spotting us, stopped raiding the back room and grinned pulling up a rather nondescript datapad. "Look at THIS…" she cheered. "These guys were MORONS."
I took it, glanced at it, before handing it to Oriana who rolled her eyes and checked it. "…Well now… look at that."
"Uh-huh. Guess where I found that?" she patted a wobbly shelf. "It was being used to keep this steady! They didn't know what they had!" Nerri scrapped the credits in a safe into a sack before tossing it onto the anti-grav, watching us.
"Are you two alright?" she asked as I nodded.
"Fine…" I replied, appreciating the concern before turning to Oriana. "What is it? Information?"
Lala smiled, "It's a treasure map Kal, Baby…" I frowned at that.
"What? A treasure map?" Oriana scanned though it thoughtfully then nodded.
"Well… nothing so classical. More like a ledger… but…" she looked up. "Kal do you know who Tuuba was?"
I snorted. I DID of course… because my family had a firm hand in ruining the former hutt gangster and his business, my 'grandmother' apparently had him removed when she was done with him. "Yes."
Oriana smiled, tossing the datapad onto the anti-grav. "Well Tuuba, according to that ledger, had a bunch of 'rainy day' caches. According to that datapad most of them were collected when he… exploded, physically and financially… but there's still a handful left."
I sniffed, Lala and Nerri suddenly giggled as I frowned at them. "What?"
"When you do that the mask makes your nose twitch…" Lala giggled, Nerri's own canine nose twitched as she grinned.
"It's cute."
I sighed, rubbing my hair a little embarrassed. Oriana chuckled but slapped my armor with the back of her hand. "Anyway… let's get this stuff back to Rykkr, he can take it and sell it for us."
"…But not the map?" Nerri noted, a little greedily.
"The ledger… but yes." We pushed the grav out as the remaining biker glared at us.
"You will regret this." He said sourly as I approached him, he tried to shuffle away as I stepped onto his wounded leg. "NNNGH!!!"
"…Your gang is dead." I declared as he flinched. I pushed as he screamed in pain. "And if you… or anyone you talk to come after us, or our friends. I'll rip your leg off and kick your ass with it…" I declared as his trap promptly shut.
"Where the fuck is everybody?!" roared a moderately familiar voice.
A twi'lek, his face in bloody bandages burst through the door. "Hey where is…" he hesitated, "What the fuck-?"
"Oriana shoot him in the leg."
"Aaaagh!!" he screamed, falling to the floor. "You mother fucker!" I stomped towards him, staring down at him and stepping on his face. "Aaggh!!"
"Tatku? Right?" I asked, turning to Oriana who nodded. "…Rykkr says 'fuck you'…" I hauled him upright, gripping his wrists in my hands as I glanced at the wounded biker, "…Pay attention." I said… flatly.
…Needless to say… the speeder gang, when it eventually recovered gave Rykkr's place a VERY wide berth. Turns out, literally tearing a man apart sends a very distinct message.
"…I'm not gonna lie Kal, Baby I didn't think you could be so brutal." Lala noted, not remotely disturbed by Tatku's demise.
"…Nobody fucks with my friends or my family." I declared firmly, "…Nobody." I got onto my bike, Oriana ignored the one she rode back and got on behind me. "What about the bike?" Out of nowhere, Rattletrap stepped out of the alleyway, holding his nose and tossing a bag of jingling metal onto the back of the bike. Hopping on. "…When did you get here?"
"I've always been here." Rattletrap replied, "I've been stripping the place of parts… we're going to want to leave now, I took out the olfactory filters in all of the air vents, it's gonna smell like a dead hutt's ass pretty soon.
"And dead twi'lek." Noted Oriana as I revved the bike, and we headed back to the ship.
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