Delivery at Drop Redoubt

A screech of protesting metal ran through the Belgrave as the ship entered the atmosphere.  The crew mutter prays of protection to the old ship hoping that this was not the time that the metal fatigue and stress fractures would finally give out.  The battered old trump freighter was in desperate need of a full overhaul a situation that had forced YT-75 to accept the simple pick-up and delivery job.  She turned to the members of her crew, the pilot Mandrake, the engineer Shino S, and the master of arms Wells, they all looked concerned.  “This job is easy money, and you know we need it.  We picked up the droid, no problem.  Now, all we have to do is deliver it to the Drop Redoubt.  What could be simpler?”  Wells grunted “This job smells like it is going to go pear shaped real fast, but we will do it the way you want.  But I am not babysitting that piece of junk.”  The droid beeped angrily at the master of arms.

The crew of the Belgrave walked through the strangely empty streets their weapons at the ready.  Unknown to them the port security had been tipped off about their special delivery and had set up an ambush to apprehend them.

Rounding the corner YT-75 spotted a security guard waiting in ambush.  Her wired reflexes kicked in, the bolt-pistol at her hip came up in a blur and she hit the guard with three bolts sending him flying backwards like a rag doll, but not before he had let out a warning.

Hearing the cry of their colleague the other security guards sprang into action.  Their las-gun and auto-gun fire spat out towards the crew of the Belgrave.  Two shots hit YT-75, but she just shrugged them off as if they were nothing. 

Mandrake and YT-75 rushed forward hoping to cut down the ambushers before they could cause too much trouble.  As they closed with their enemy Mandrake was hit by a las-gun round.  The pilot winced in pain but still engaged the port security guard in melee.

YT-75 did not want to waste time dealing with this nuisance, so she shot the guard facing her in the leg and laid him out with a right hook. Mandrake blasted away at his opponent with his las-pistol, two shots hit the guard, but the shots were absorbed by the ablative armour that the guard wore.

The port security officer decided that his position was a little too vulnerable and decided to pull back and join the second group of waiting security guards. His retreat was spurred on by the full-automatic fire that was directed at him.

While YT-75 and Mandrake were held to a stalemate in the melee with the heavily armoured guard Shino S, and Wells moved forward.  Their combined fire both struck the waiting security guard, but neither of their shots managed to penetrate his protective clothing.  His return fire was much more accurate striking Wells in the head.  The shot opened a deep gash in Wells` forehead only the helmet he wore saved him from a fatal wound.

Shino S dashed forward zigzagging to close the range with the sniper.  Shots whizzed around her, but thanks to Wells` covering fire she reached cover without being hit.  In the melee both YT-75 and Mandrake scored multiple hits on the guard facing them, but their blows bounced off him. In response, the guard caught YT-75 with the butt of his las-gun smashing out some of her teeth.

Sensing that they had the advantage the second group of port security started to come to the aid of their beleaguered colleague.  The sniper sight Shino S as she sprinted back to warn the other members of the crew.  Just as she was about to reach the makeshift barricade a las-gun shot hit her in the small of the back and sent her sprawling to the ground.  The engineer pulled herself over the barricade and sent wild shots back at the sniper blood dripping from her wound.

Wiping the blood away from his face Wells looked at Shino. “Do you think that you can hold them off while I deal with this persistent problem that we have?”  Shino S, smiled at him “I am sure that I can keep them busy for a while.”  Wells pulled out his knife and joined the fray with guard that had kept YT-75, and Mandrake at bay.  Wells` knife struck the guard twice but the blows bounced ineffectively off the guard`s armour. But as the guard turned to face Wells, YT-75 unloaded clip of her bolt-pistol into the guard.  The powerful rounds finally punching their way through the carapace of protection that saved the guard countless times already.

YT-75 looked at her battered and injured crew.  She was not going to risk their lives for any job regardless of the pay. They would have to try and make the delivery on a different day.