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Morgan ZIM
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 Post Posted: Fri, October 23rd 2009 01:52am    Post subject: Scatterbrain One (Formerly Hidden Pirate Base)
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(Continued from here.)

The cargo container was uncomfortable enough to begin with. But had it not be for his absolute refusal to attempt what he was about to try to pull of without the use of his custom-built hunter armor, the compactness he was feeling at the moment would have been completely too much.

ZIMs incessant need to keep taunting Morgan about the situation didn’t do anything to make it better.

”It’s times like this that emphasize my enjoyment at not being an organic.”
”Hey, I think we’re about to land. When the fighting starts, I’ll have to be sure they land a hit or two on your half.”

It was none too soon. The matter of taking on the pirates directly had never been about strength, but about not accomplishing the goal of collecting the bounty. Given the size of the group, Norrteth and Morgan never would have been able to capture any of the ships to find out where the pirates were located without the others being able to run back home and warn their friends.

After some brainstorming, the two had concocted their current plan. Or rather, as Morgan would have liked to have put it, he had come up with the plan, and then Norr’ had filled in the details and edited it into the plan of action he was currently carrying out. The Gand would have told it another way still, so to anyone who hadn’t been there when it had happened, the details of exactly which was it was would remain unknown. Not that it really mattered in the end.

Hiding away in an unassuming cargo container, it had been arranged for Morgan to be secretly shipped aboard a cargo ship traveling along a route that was sure to be hit by the pirate band. With his container taken by the pirates to their base, Morgan would then be free to go to work from the inside, calling in his partner to let him know where he was when he was certain such a move wouldn’t get the Shape blasted to pieces.

From inside the tight constraints of his container, the hunter could feel as the ship he was on came to a halt, and not long after, as it was picked up to be unloaded. He could hear the conversation of pirates around him, but since he couldn’t make out every single word, and the conversations amounted to little more than small talk, he mostly ignored it, and continued to wait for his final destination.

When the container once again stopped moving, he eventually heard the voices leave, and once he was relatively sure he was alone, he sprang into action. First pushing, then weakly kicking, he loosened the containers lid, then with a final kick, knocked it sprawling and climbed out to freedom. Picking himself up, he quickly had to sit down again.

”Ah, cramps! Ow! Fraggin’ cramps!”

For all the time he had been stuck in such a lousy position, that of him which was still organic needed time to stretch out. Doing what he probably should have done in the first place, he looked around to make absolutely sure he was alone.

The room was dark, and mostly full. Several containers were placed in the room, leading him to believe it was some kind of storage, likely full of recently pirated property.

”Jackpot!”
”Not so..eah!...fast. We’re not..ooh!...touchin…ah…this stuff.”
"Spoilsport."

Forcing himself up against a wall, he pulled out a blaster pistol and prepped it, just in case he was visited before he had an opportunity to get started.

Hopefully, for real this time.
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 Post Posted: Mon, October 26th 2009 05:05pm    Post subject:
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Once his cramps had gone away, Morgan stood up again and took a small holocam device out of a pocket on his belt and plugged it into his mechanical arm. Taking the lens itself into the hand of the same arm, he opened the door and stuck the camera out through the door to look around, keeping it close to the floor to decrease the possibility of it being spotted.

As he began receiving imagery from the outer hallway, he found himself surprised at its appearance, which looked more like a spaceship corridor than a surface headquarters. But he had little time to contemplate it, as he as he went from one side to the other, he spotted a pair of pirates down the hallway. They appeared to be lightly armed, and not doing anything in particular. Just conversing, as if they had nothing better to do, and he saw no sign that they noticed the open door or the thing sticking out of it.

Pulling the lens back in, he unplugged it and put it away and double-checked his blaster. Certain as he could be that it wouldn’t go bad on him or anything like that, he leaned out the doorway, blaster armed, and fired. He pulled the trigger once for each of the pirates, and while the second went down with a single shot, the first he only managed to hit on the leg, forcing him to shoot a second time.

Checking around to see if there was anyone else there, he quickly put away his blaster and made his way to the pirates, and one at a time, pulled them both to the storage room. There, he relieved their weapons of their power packs, and began to consider what else he should possible do before moving on.

Lifting the first of the pirates, he crammed the first body into the storage container he had flown in on, then closed it up. Without a second container, however, he was forced to hid he second in the corner as best as he could, sticking it behind some of he containers and hoping no one would moving much of the stuff in the room in the near future.

”Ok, let’s see if we can find a terminal or something.”
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 Post Posted: Thu, October 29th 2009 04:30am    Post subject:
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Morgan started by checking the other doors in the hallway, but it yielded nothing – the whole section appeared to be storage, with nary an acceptable terminal or data port in sight. It was a disappointment to say the least, as until he found such important equipment, he felt like he was flying blind. No idea where things were, where he could cause the most chaos, or even how many the dang pirates there were. That usually wouldn’t have been such a bad thing, except here, he didn’t even know how he would escape if things got too hairy.

”You know, right now I’m starting to regret having shot first.”
”That’s not like you at all. Since when have you cared about being able to claim self defense?”
”Since I could have had the option to ask questions sooner rather than later.”

Not wanting to leave the hallway and walk straight into the unknown, Morgan began looking for alternative paths to travel. What he guessed was a garbage chute of some kind was quickly spotted, but he dismissed this immediately as a last ditch decision – even after simply walking out the door and right into a buttload of hostile pirates. A little more careful searching quickly revealed a utility hatch, the kind that granted access to the tubes allowing one to move from one part of the base to another when they couldn’t get around the main passages or if they needed to assess deeper workings for maintenance. As soon as he was certain he could fit inside, even if it was a tighter squeeze than would have been preferable, he climbed inside and closed the access behind him.

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As he slowly wormed his way through the bases veins, Morgan kept his eye open for other hatches. These came easily enough, but as he peeked through them, he quickly disregarded each of them as a bad place to emerge. Either there was no sign that he could advance anywhere from the position, or the place was already occupied, which would immediately render his attempts to stay hidden for the time being moot.

After loosing count at the number of hatches he had passed up on at around a dozen, he eventually emerged at what was about the best place he expected to hope for, despite the potential risk – a hanger bay. Looking roughly large enough from his floor level position to hold maybe a full squadron of assorted fighters, the hunter took a gamble that he would be able to stay hidden behind the numerous pieces of assorted…stuff…present.

Squeezing out of the pathway, he scrambled for the nearest cover, a small stack of crates, and waited to see if anyone had spotted him. When he heard nor saw anything to indicate as much, he looked from behind his cover and took a look though the hanger in a cross-section of visual spectrums to get a layout of the hanger, in addition to numbers and locations of anyone else present.

About a dozen personnel worked their way about the room, finishing post-raid checkups on the vessels. Given they were mostly on the other side of the hanger, he didn’t see it as too much to worry about, at least as long as they didn’t come in his direction.

Morgan then checked for doorways, seeing where he might have to worry about new targets coming from, and finally, some kind of data terminal.
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From where he was hidden, Morgan could spot a few doors easily enough, in all the roughly expected places, and with the hangers fighter entrance closed up with a massive door for some reason, he doubted needing to worry about anything coming through it if he could lock the area up.

”And now for the million credit question…” he murmured to himself as he looked for a data port.

More specifically, a data port that wasn’t right out in the open where he would be spotted the moment he plugged into it. After all, there wasn’t a modern hanger in the galaxy he was aware of that didn’t have some kind of terminal which offered direct droid plug-in access. He just wasn’t sure if there were any at this location that where out of sight in some manner. It helped that everyone he had logged as being in the hanger were more or less on the far side, but he needed to be sure he could plug in and stay out of sigh, if only for a few moments. That was all he expected he would need to give ZIM time to work his magic.

For all the annoyance the droid could be at times, there was no denying that he had his uses, and for what uses he had, Morgan wasn’t sure sometimes how he’d get by without them. If experience thus far was anything to go by, it would take ZIM a minute, tops, to hack in and lock up the hanger bay, after which he’d have all the time he’d need to wipe out the pirates, plug back in, and do whatever he had in the system to set up the job for an easy finish. At least, as long as they hadn’t managed to get their hands on a state-of-the-art military system or something of that nature. Then things would get a bit more complicated.

His initial searching yielded nothing of the kind he was looking for with all visible ports well out in the open with the exception of one right around where the pirates were working. That was when ZIM reminded him to look on his side of the wall, too.

”Bingo.”
”What would you ever do without me?
”Oh, I could think of a few things.”

With the wall behind him making mostly a mirror image to what was on the far side of the hanger, there was included just the kind of port he wanted. Granted, it wasn’t completely out of sight, but was built into an indentation that ensured he wouldn’t be right out in the open when he used it. Taking another look around to make sure there wasn’t anyone looking right in his direction, Morgan snuck over to the indentation and crouched by the data port.

”Alright, ZIM, time to earn your right to be annoying.”
”If it was a right, I wouldn’t have to earn it.”
”Just shut up and do your thing.”
"Not like you have much of a means to stop me anyway."

From his the underside of his upper left arm, a long section of mechanical parts popped out, and from the end, a data port connector extended outwards. It was the kind found in nearly any astromic droid design, and with it connected directly into ZIM’s intelligence systems, allowed him to plug into or hack any port the connector could fit into.

It wasn’t long before he heard the words he was looking for.

”In.”
”Good. Download the basic base info, then lock down the hanger and see if you can’t cut down their communications.”
”I should be able to do the former, the later I believe is a no-go. Handhelds and all.”
”Oh well. Just lock this place up, then. Buy me enough time to clear out the room.”
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When ZIM confirmed for him that the doors were locked and he was good to go, Moran unplugged from the terminal and moved back into cover. Looking to pick his path towards his targets, he suddenly realized he had forgotten a thing or two.

”ZIM, you checked for and disabled any possible hidden laser turrets or other things like that, right?
”Of course.”

That would have been a nasty surprise indeed.

Looking out from his position, he plotted the best path to advance towards the other end and get within range where he could start firing. He remembered how disappointed he had been that the only weapons he had been able to bring with him were a blaster pistol, his built-in weaponry, and whatever explosives he could fit into his pack and leg. It had been hard enough to fit into the crate with his suit on, and the pack had just barely squeezed in, leaving absolutely no room at all for either his rifle or grenade launcher. There was nothing wrong with throwing explosives by hand, but when it came to distance and impact, there really was no substitute.

Making his way out of cover, he propelled himself into the air with the repulsor systems built into his lower legs just high enough to land on nearby wing of the closest Z-95. Taking cover behind the section of the craft where the wing was attached, he waited just long enough to see if he could hear anyone react like they had seen him. When nothing came, he slowly crawled across the ship past the cockpit and leapt from the far end of the other wing to the top of the next fighter.

He continued this way for another three fighters, moving as quickly as he could without risking anyone noticing him. The way the hanger was arranged, all the craft were organized in roughly two row, with six fighters a piece and most of the headhunters gathered in the front row. With this set up, by the time he was three fighters in, he found himself in a trickier position. Already, he had nearly reached the majority of the pirates, but he wasn’t quite at the distance he was looking for yet. At the same time, he was already essentially on top of those who were further out.

”I’m surprised none of them have noticed us yet.”
”Maybe they’re drunk or something. Though I’d rather not question it and just take all the bonuses I can get.”

It was then that his element of surprise began to go away. He heard shouting from one of the interior hanger entrances. Looking over, he could see one man already there, trying to get the door open, and two others moving to join him. Turning back around and looking down off the wing to consider moving back down to ground level, he could see one of the pirates right under him, and from the way he moved, Morgan guessed he thought he had seen something – probably him.

”See what you did, ZIM? You just had to go and ruin things, didn’t you?”

Laying down on the wing, he was just able to reach out far enough with his mechanized arm to grab the pirate by the hair and lift him up. While the fact that he wasn’t fully droid in the right places prohibited him from making use of the extra strength he could have gotten out of the arm, there were still times when he could find the leverage to pull off tricks he couldn’t do under normal circumstances.

”And just how am I responsible for that?

Such as effortlessly lifting a full-grown man into the air. With just enough of his chest near the arm as mechanical as the limb itself, his positioning allowed him to pull the guy up without worrying that gravity would try to pull his own body back down. Reaching for his pack, he grabbed a stun baton from his pack and smacked the guy across the face before letting him fall back to the ground.

”What, you think it’s just a coincidence that the moment you bring up how well things are going, the difficulty level starts ramping up?”

He quickly put the baton back and got off his chest. He didn’t even have to look to know that everyone in the room was now turning their attention in his direction. The pirate had let out quite a yell before Morgan had knocked him out, and his last reply to ZIM hadn’t been said with the care of a whisper.

”Now that mistake you did completely on your own.”
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From his pack, Morgan retrieved a pair of grenades, a frag ‘nade and a flashbang. Arming them both, he tossed them in the general direction of where he recalled most of the pirates being gathered, and hoped first that he had gotten enough strength behind his throws, second that they hadn’t all moved, and third that anyone not killed by the first explosive would be stunned by the second.

”Doesn’t really matter at this point. They all know I’m here.”

Pulling out his blaster pistol again, he waited a couple more seconds as he heard people shouting, followed by the sound of two explosions. This brought about more yells that informed him at least someone had been hit by his devices, and soon enough the first shots of return fire could be heard.

Looking back towards the door, he saw that three of the pirates were busy trying to get the door open.

”Ha! Good luck with that, suckers!”

Aiming, he fired one shot a piece at them to mixed results. While the first he hit squarely in the back for what he assumed was a clean kill, the second went through a shoulder and the third went long. As the unharmed pirate ran for cover, Morgan made sure he hit the wounded one again, in order to ensure the guy wouldn’t come back to haunt him at some inopportune moment.

A pirate opened fire on Morgan as he emerged from under the wing of the craft the hunter was positioned on, but his shots went wide. As he continued to run and try to get to cover under another vehicle, Morgan propelled himself forward to land right on top of the guy, then grabbed him by the back of the head and slammed him face first into the ground. He didn’t have time to find out if it knocked him out or not, as blaster bolts came at him from behind. One hit his backside, but fortunately it was a glancing blow, easily stopped by his armor.

Rolling off the body and making sure he didn’t have a fighter right above him, Morgan jumped into the air and activated his repulsor jets again, flying up and back across the room where he wouldn’t be quite as close to the thick of things.
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As he landed on the ground near the back end of one of the landing struts, a red light started flashing on the ceiling, accompanied by a buzzing alarm.

”Now everybody knows!”

Turning around, Morgan half-hid behind a landing strut. From there, he could see the door-pirate who had evaded him earlier, and ducked as he was shot at. Returning fire, one of the shots hit the man in the head, and he fell to the ground, dead.

”How long you estimate till they can freely open the door again?”
”By slicing my slicing job? I’d give you an hour, at least. Probably more, though it was a quick, basic job.”

Another round of firing came in his direction, with several of them coming too close for his liking and quickly convincing him that he would be wise to find a new place to shoot from. Problem was, there wasn’t anything better to be found, at least not near where he was. The pirates, however, mostly taken cover near behind equipment and scattered themselves out enough to avoid becoming prime grenade targets.

Retreating backwards, he once again launched himself into the air and took the high-ground the top of the fighters provided for him, then advanced towards where most of the remaining pirates had taken up their defensive line.

”Where are you going?
”Back into the thick of things.”
”Isn’t that where you just left?”
”Yep.”

As he approached one of the gaps between the craft, he retrieved a grenade from his pack and armed it, letting it drop as he leapt over it to hit the pirate he hoped hadn’t moved from the location since he had moved back up top. While he heard the explosion as he continued onward, he didn’t hear any kind of shout or yell, though he didn’t know which way to interpret it.

Nearing the last fighter in the row, he was surprised as blaster fire shot up at him as he jumped a gap, and quickly ceased his forward momentum and turned around. Only a moment later was extra thankful for having made this decision, as extra blaster-fire came at him shooting in the area he was headed towards. When it stopped in response to having nothing to shoot at, Morgan doubled back with a repulsor-powered jump into the air and fired, quickly eliminating the pirate.

As he looked down at where he planned to land, he saw one of the last remaining pirates, looking up at him from where he had taken cover, raising his weapon to fire. Morgan fired first, and while he didn’t hit anything but the ground, it did cause the man to leap out the way, freeing up Morgan to land.

Picking himself back up, the pirate held out his blaster to shoot Morgan at point blank range, though the hunter stepped aside a split-second before the trigger was pulled. In what was nothing less than a stroke of tremendous luck, the shot not only missed him completely, but also killed one of the pirates teammates who had been on the other side.

Grabbing the pirates shooting arm with his mechanical hand, Morgan quickly squeezed with all the extra strength he could muster out of the thing, and heard a cracking sound as the hand dropped the blaster and the pirate let out a yell of pain. Letting go of the arm, he grabbed the bald pirate by the ear and yanked him against his helmet, rendering the pirate unconscious.
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Morgan checked around his position to make sure there wasn’t anyone else ready to sneak up on him, then looked past his cover to see if he could spot the last of the pirates. He saw two of them, one of which was looked incredibly confused and not sure where to take cover, and the other pretty well hidden and trying to shout something at his surviving comrades. Morgan shot the confused pirate and downed him, which caused the other pirate to disappear completely from view.

”So…what does that make our count, now?”
”You think I was keeping track.”
”Kind of. I know I wasn’t, and that you have a better head for these things.”
”You got most of them. That good enough?”
”Not a bit.”

Hoping his memory was good enough on at least what kind of species there weren’t left in the room, he switched to a thermal scan to locate the remaining pirates heat signatures. The amount of blaster fire and movement that had gone through the room lately distorted the image a little, but it was negligible in the grand scheme of things.

”You got all but four of them.” ZIM said, relaying the information he already knew.

At least, what he knew if he was reading it right. Heat and thermals could be difficult to read sometimes, and didn’t exactly spell out anything beyond outlines and heat levels. And when the hunter tried to look at his surrounding using both heat and the classic color spectrum, things could get extra interesting sometimes.

Sliding along his newly acquired defensive line, he opened fire on one pirate as it moved towards the hidden pirate he had seen before, who doubled back in time to avoid getting hit. Morgan thought it had something to do with shouting he could hear that he thought involved something along the lines of explosives. However, when he fired in front of the guy in the other direction, he doubled back again and fell to the ground, making him easy pickings.

One, practically on the other side of Morgans positions, stood up as he pulled up his blaster, but was close enough that his weapons was easily knocked away and Morgan was able to slug him across the face, which he followed up on with a shot to the chest.

With the last two further off, Morgan again went for higher ground to pick them off. The first tried to cross back behind him as he flew over a Z-95, but Morgan hit him with two of the several shots he aimed for the pirates back. That just left the hider.

Landing on a Y-Wing engine near the pirates position, he confirmed where the guy was before switching off his heat vision. He turned to aim at the mans position, but he found himself surprised as a blaster shot hit him across the shoulder. It wasn’t quite enough to penetrate, but the kinetic force of the hit shook him enough to knock him over backwards, landing half-way off the fighter and rolling off to the ground.

”Frakkin’ Sith-OW!”

He fell to the ground face-first, but his helmet and armor took the brunt of the damage and prevented anything beyond bruises. After the initial shock of the fall, he rolled onto his chest and picked himself up, only to find a blaster pointed at his head when he had one foot planted. Without his standard blaster in hand and not confident enough he could activate his arm weapon before the guy delivered what could very well be a lethal shot, he stopped moving.

“Stay right where you are!”

”Hey, he’s dumber than he let one!”

Morgan, too, was surprise that the pirate hadn’t decided to kill him outright.

”That’s a good question. Why hasn’t he killed us yet?”
“Who are you talking to?” the Pirate asked.
”Oh, just myself.”

The pirate looked like he was wondering about that one a little, but then brought up a comm-link.

“This is Tomn. I’ve got him.”
”Good work. We’re working on the doors. Keep him there and be careful.”

”They probably want to know how you got in.” ZIM said as the lights and buzzing died down.
”That’s a good point,” he said, using the pirates uncertainty to buy himself some time to move and plan, brining his other knee up and slowly standing. “seeing how they’ve done such a good job of keeping it hidden so far. Yet if we got in, who’s to say who else could pull it off.”
“I said stay where you are!” the pirate said again. “And who are you talking to?!”
”You do realize I have armor on, right?” Morgan said, half-way mockingly.
“How confident are you in it?”
”Also, one more thing.”

A hatch then slowly opened on Morgan’s leg, the one that was mechanical further up the limb. The pirate turned his attention to the unusual occurrence, and his blaster followed.

”Think faster next time.”

Out of the leg popped a grenade, which Morgan caught and quickly tossed in the pirates direction. With the other mans attention distracted, he turned around and ran as though it was about to explode, then leaped for some kind of cover as brought out his wrist-blaster. Several tense moments, during which the pirate first caught the grenade on instinct, then realized what it was, then tossed it away to dive for cover himself. He was still in cover as Morgan stood up and moved to his position. By the time he realized what was going on, Morgan was already on top of him with the tables turned.

”My bad. Forgot you won’t have a ‘next time’.”

He quickly fired, offing the last of the pirates still in the fight.

”Honestly,” he said as he walked over to retrieve his pistol. ”I’m still surprised that trick worked. Why in the galaxy would I carry around an active grenade in my leg?”
”There are several answers to that question. However, what’s more important is that the potential of getting blow up probably overrided his deductive reasoning skills.”
”Good point.”

With his pistol back in hand, he retrieved the last pirates comm-link, which he could hear talking from.

“Tomn? What happened? What’s going on?”
”I’m sorry, Tomn can’t come to the comm right now. He’s a little preoccupied.”
”With DEATH!
“Who is this?”
”Telling you that would be a waste of my time, considering you won’t be around long enough to make use of it.”
”To the contrary, I think I’ll have plenty of time to use it as we pull you apart getting answers from you.”

Morgan tried to think of a good comeback as he started to pass around the room to pump a blaster shot into each of the pirates he had simply knocked unconscious earlier and avoid the problem of forgetting about them till it was too late. ZIM offered a couple suggestions, but nothing that Morgan had any interest in saying.

”Can you give me a moment?” He asked. ”My team and I are trying to think up a witty response.”
”Your team?”
”Yeah, the lot of us. There’s way more than one of us in here. I’d give you better numbers, but then they’d have to shoot me for giving away information to the enemy. Then we’d be at just more than one minus one.”
”More than one minus one?”
”Our people, before you single-handedly killed them, reported only one man. I’m pretty sure that no matter how skilled you are, you can’t take on this entire base by yourself.”
”Can to!”
”I’m guessing the reason you only got reports of one of us is because one, your guys were a bunch of uneducated dumb pirates who didn’t know how to count; and two, because we’re just that good. See, we’re not just any team. We’re like…Jedi, or something.”
”But better!”
”Ooh, I like that one. Yeah, like Jedi, but better. We’re like, super-duper-ultra Jedi! But without any funky special Jedi powers. Or lightsabers. You know why? Because we’re just. That. Good.”
”Enjoy having the freedom to say what you like while you can, you sad, strange person.”

With that, he heard the comm click off on the other side, and without it serving any immediate purpose, decided to discard it and head back to the data terminal.

”Eh, I don’t think they bought it. I think I overplayed it a little.”
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Heading for the nearest data terminal, Morgan plugged ZIM back in. The droid quickly went to work, scanning the system for information and saving it so it could be used by Morgan later.

”Oh, you’re going to love this – guess what they named this place?”
”Look, ZIM, can we just get what we need and move on with it?”
”Come on, guess. It’ll help pass the time.”
”This can’t possibly take that much time.”
”Fine. I’ll tell you anyway - Scatterbrain One.”
”I said I-what? You kidding me?”
”I know, right? Who come up with a name like that for a pirate base?”
”Me, that’s who. I come up with names like that. So what the frak are these pirates doing using a name of the sort that I of all people would come up with?
”Doesn’t say. Just gives the name, but I’m not finding any reason why.”
”Let’s not worry about it now. Find the information we need and let’s get a move on. What kind of exterior defenses are we looking at? Anything that could threaten the Shape when Norr’ shows up?”
”They’re running about a half-dozen anti-starfighter turrets outside, as well a pair of Turbolaser Turrets and a missle launcher.”

That was something to worry about. He doubted the starfighter turrets would be anything Norrteth couldn’t handle, but the turbolasers and missiles were a different story.

”That has to be taking up a massive amount of power.”
”The system isn’t designed for long-term fighting, only to last them long enough to evacuate. I’m not getting any details beyond that.”
”We’re going to have to turn those cannons off before we call in the heavy guns. Can you lock them down from here?”
”I can, but it’ll take a lot of time. They’re running through a separate computer system. There’s a link between the two, but I’m getting a lot of interference that will slow me down.”
”I think we have the time for that. What about ships? Anything other than these fighters and the shuttles?”
”Yeah, they’re also sporting a Corellian Corvette. Recent acquisition. It’s currently locked down, however, undergoing heavy customization and a massive systems upgrade. They could fly it out of here in a pinch, but I don’t think we’ll need to worry about it.”

Morgan planned to go further, but as ZIM recounted what he was finding, he thought he heard something. Something that spoke of several kinds of bad. Stopping ZIM’s data search and unplugging him, he walked, then ran towards the source of the noise. It was pretty much what he had expected it to be, and just as bad. At the top of the door, he could see sparks starting to come through, and were beginning to move downward in a circular fashion.

”There goes the hour I promised you.”
”That, and I don’t think we have enough time to slice into those cannon systems.” Morgan said, running as fast as he could back to the data terminal. ”Since we need an exit route anyway, can I hit them from the outside?”
”You might, if you don’t use any more of your grenades between now and blowing those things up. However, you should know that if you’re going outside, you’re going to want make sure you’re suits secure.”
”Why’s that?”
”This place was built on a small moon. There’s no atmosphere outside.”

ZIM began shooting up data on the system they were in. A basic overview of their current location showed that their current location was circling the only planet in orbit of the local star. That planet was listed as pretty well uninhabitable, sporting a yellow-green atmosphere of gasses toxic to pretty much anything alive and breathing, and holding in heat well enough to probably cook it too. The surface they were on, however, was the only solid moon orbiting the place, and beyond several craters pocketing the surface, was pretty bland, and with its lower gravity levels, couldn’t hold on to any atmosphere at all.

”Wow. I love how things just jag up and down like this sometimes.”
”Are we jagging up or down right now?”
”Up, ZIM. Very much up.”
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”ZIM, can I assume correctly that the hanger has atmospheric shielding?”
”Correct.”
”Turn it on, then open the hanger bay door.”
”Won’t that let in the people that are really angry with you?”
”Not those doors. I’m talking the big doors. The ones keeping the atmosphere in. And see if you can’t set them to turn off on my command.”
”Oh. Ooooooooh.” ZIM said, latching on to what Morgan was planning. Seconds later, he could hear the sound of the hanger doors opening up.

The hunter tried to look towards the door that was being cut open, but had a difficult time spotting it in any way where he could tell how much time he had left. He guessed that there’d be a clang of some kind when the cork was pushed out of the hole, so to speak, but it would have been nice to know how long he had and be ready to move when it happened.

”So you’re going outside next?”
”Yeah…” Morgan said, letting the thought trail off as he wondered what ZIM was getting at.
”You really think you can outrun the turrets outside?”
”What?”
”The Starfighter defenses? You really sure you can avoid them when they turn them on and try to shoot you out there?”

Oh, that was right. The detail had been lost on him in the considerations as to how to deal with the other problems that were popping up.

”You said something about their power systems?”
”Yes, what about them?”
”Can you divert power away to other systems? Clog it up so that they don’t have enough power to run the cannons?”
”That should be within my capabilities. Give me a few moments.”
”Two last details – When you turn off the shielding, I want it to trigger two other effects. First, send a message to Norr’, let him know what we’ve found, where we are, and let him know it should probably be safe to come in now. Second, I want the artificial gravity to shut down.”
”Aren’t you demanding. Tell me to hoard the power than take away one of the systems to do it with?”
”Ziiiiiiiim…”
”But for you, I’ll do it. Especially since I like the idea.”

Morgan tried to take another look towards the door, and not to his surprised, again failed to ascertain anything new. As he look back away, he heard a click from ZIM telling him everything was set.

”Good to go. I’ve set a one-time signal to your system thingy connected to to the shields, so you should be able to activate the whole deal on your command.”

Morgan smiled at that information. He unplugged from the terminal and walked over to the wall of the incropping, bracing his back in the direction of the hanger doors. Doing a quick check to make sure his suit was all set for space operations, he turned on the magnetic grips of his feet and waited.
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It feel longer than it should have, anticipating the door break-through. It was also an experience he didn’t have very often. Usually, his jobs involved constant movement, and taking things as they came – if not by necessity, then by choice.

CreeeeeeeEEEEE-TUNG!

That was the noise he was waiting for – the sound of the door being cut open and allowed to fall to the ground. It was about the last sound most of the people nearby would ever hear.

With the press of the button, the atmospheric shielding stuttered, then turned off altogether, and the vacuum of space took over. A great burst of air rushed from the air, and even with Morgan braced against the wall and practically glued to the floor, he still found himself nearly knocked over, which in this case could have provided a much worse situation, such a broken leg from being pulled too hard in the wrong direction.

But soon enough, the rush was over, and the only thing he could hear was the sound of his breath, coming and going quicker than usual.

”Don’t tell me that scared you.”
”I don’t know. It was…quite a rush.”

Morgan released magnetic grip and turned, only to find himself lifted slightly into the air – a clear sign of the planets actual gravity at work. Enjoying the experience, he pushed even harder as he touched back down, and jumped in that fashion all the way to the hanger entrance, almost darkly ignorant to the scattered equipment and asphyxiated bodies of the pirates that had been sucked through the hole they had just cut towards their doom.

”I don’t get the big deal. Couldn’t you do this any time with your repulsor systems?”
”It just wouldn’t be the same, ZIM. Just wouldn’t be the same.”

He ceased his jumping once he bounded out the hanger and landed on the hard rocky surface that was outside. While relatively smooth in several areas from where Morgan could see, the dull greenish-red rock sported a number of jaggy upturns, as well as upturned, cracked ramp-like formations around a few craters. “Above” him, when he got around to looking in that direction, he could see the planet the moon was orbiting, a much prettier sight in person than the hologram he had seen had made it out to be.

After spending a bit too much time looking around at the moons exterior and ignoring the umpteenth variation of ZIM saying “Look, Morgan!” or “Hey Morgan, over there!”, he finally turned his attention to the exterior of the pirate base.
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From what he could see, the area of the base he was outside had a three-quarters square formation, with a hanger in front of and in back of his position, with the main portion of the base in between, and going up another level. It also had somewhat of a hodgepodge appearance, as though it had been assembled from the salvaged parts of a small assortment of different structures, from capital ships to prefabricated military bases.

”Huh, I wonder if that’s where the name comes from.”

But thoughts of names aside, he also had an easy time spotting several of the bases weapons emplacements. Bounding towards the main base section, he latched onto the outer wall as he reached it, then proceeded to walk upwards towards the nearest starfighter repellent. While he had no doubt he could take care of them all before the pirates could get them back on-line, he didn’t want to take any chances. And since he had little doubt that it would be much easier for Norr’ to get out of harms way should he fail at that then it would be for him, the smaller, faster weapons were top priority.

From where he could see them, the turrets were positioned at corners of the structure – one on each end of the building, and one above each hanger bay, and presumably, the other two were on the other side of the roof parallel the end he was on. He reached the first turret after a surprisingly brisk climb, and was glad to find it didn’t appear to be very well armored. In fact, he was willing to bet he wouldn’t even need any explosives for the job. Taking a few steps back from the turret, he pulled out his hand blaster and activated his wrist blaster, pointed them both at the turret, and opened fire.

Several rounds were unleashed into turret, and he fully drained the energy pack from his hand blaster in the process. It was enough to get the job done, however. It wasn’t rendered irreparable, but it was completely worthless until someone did some major repair work on it. Satisfied, he replaced the energy pack in his hand blaster as he crossed to the other end of the building.

Rather than repeat the blasting process, Morgan holstered his weapons and got in closer to check just how lightly the things were armored. Lightly rapping the armor with his mechanical arm a few times, he checked for weak points along the machine until he was sure he had found a spot weak enough he could start smashing it without damaging his own arm in the process. Swinging back, he slammed his fist into the point with all the strength he could muster. It didn’t take out the turret, but it did show external damage. A few punches later, and he had penetrated the outer hull and rendered the internal workings ruined.

As he pulled his hand back out and began to make his way to the next turret, he heard something in his ear that wasn’t his own breathing.

”ZIM, what…is that my helmet comm?”
”I believe so.”
”What’s it sound so cranky for?”
”Maybe it got offset during the flight. I’ll clear it up for you.”

”…in, Morgan, are you there?”

The sound of his partners voice emerged as the odd sound died down. It was clear indication that the Gand had recently showed up.

”Roger that, Norr’. Nice to see you’re ready to join the party.”
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Moving to the next turret and rendering it inoperable as well, Morgan could see the Shape fly overhead and unleash a pair of missiles into the still-open fighter hanger. From the explosion that followed, he felt pretty sure that the pirates options with the fighters were pretty well through at this point. That didn’t mean there weren’t other problems he would have to worry about.

”Morgan, watch yourself. Norr’teth just pieked up two bogies on his sensors.”

”Wait, what?” he thought to himself.

His question didn’t pose much time to think about. Looking around, he could see the second hanger bay, and not far from it, two Lambda shuttle which had just launched.

”That’s going to be a problem.”

Indeed it was. He didn’t doubt that Norr’ could take them both out, given time. The problem was, he wasn’t sure if they had that kind of time. Chances were just as likely that one of them would jump to hyperspace or worse, try targeting Morgan.

That was not a fight he suspected he would fare very well at in this environment.

”Time to head inside?”
”Time to head inside.”
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As much as he would have liked to continue the permanent disabling of the bases turrets, Morgan figured that odds of everything turning out on the bright side were better if he minimized his chances of getting killed. It wasn’t like there was that great a likelihood of the weapon emplacements coming back online in time at this point anyway.

Morgan began to move out and down towards the shuttles hanger bay, but came full stop and reversed course when he saw one of the shuttles flying in his direction. Leaping away from the ledge, he shot out a grapple cable from his arm which latched on to the main tower. Momentum did the rest, swinging him around and allowing him some feeling of temporary security as he tried to get down to the hanger bay before whatever shuttle wasn’t targeting him could get off a successful shot. Back to the ledge on the other side, he leapt off and used a combination of the moons low gravity and his flight systems to land safely and keep going till he reached hanger, though was surprised at just how scott-free he had appeared to have made it by.

”Norr, what’s the status of the shuttles?”
”They both appear to be targeting the Ship. Norr’teth believes they are focusing on staying alive, and are doing a surprisingly good job of doing so.”

”So they’re not trying to escape?” He thought to himself, considering the tactic.

As he passed through the atmospheric shielding, he noticed that there was no one there. No one for him to shoot at, or busy scrambling in response to his prescience, or for any other reason that pirates might have been present. Something was amiss, and he needed to find out what.

”I need a data terminal.”
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It was easier this time, what with no pirates and knowing where to look for a terminal. And with no one shooting at him, he was able to plug in quickly.

”Alright, ZIM, tell me what I want to know.”
”I’m getting to it. Just give me a moment and…there. Hmmm…"
”That was not an encouraging sound. Why am I suddenly not filled with confidence?”
”Because they’re currently trying to escape you and your bounty-grubbing fingers. They’ve realized their location has been compromised, and rather than risk more people showing up even if they do shoot you down, they’ve issued a general evacuation notice and are prepping to leave even as we speak.”

That wasn’t good. That wasn’t good at all. There wasn’t anything in it for them if they let a bunch of these guys get away, and he was not about to let this hunt be for naught.

”The fighters would have been too little, and I can’t imagine they’d risk everything on the shuttles…how are they planning to escape?”
”Remember that Corellian Corvette I told you about?”
”You mean the one that I shouldn’t have had to worry about?” Morgan replied, knowing where this was going.
”They’re in a pinch, so they’re trying to fly it.

All things considered, Morgan was beginning to ask a lot of questions about these particular pirates. Like how they could be both so organized and so disorganized at the exact same time. Their main escape route was a ship that was only flyable in a pinch? There had to have been something else he wasn’t aware of. But he could worry about that later.

”I imagine we’ll need to move fast. Find me a map to that ship and unlock and open every frakkin’ door between here and its position.”

As he let ZIM do his thing without waiting for a response, he switched over to Norr to find out how things were going on his end.

”Norr’teth, how’s the situation out there?’
”It is proceeding smoothly. One ship has suffered damage that forced it to land, while the other this one believe will soon be unable to escape as well.”

That was good news, at least.
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It would not have been that out of place to call Morgan ‘fast’. He had to be – it came with being a bounty hunter. But by no means was he a sprinter. Yet, he had ways of making up for it at times when pure speed was needed, such as now. For instance, he had the repulsors on his feet which he could use to pump a little extra distance into each footstep of his run. Over longer distances, it could be quite effective, and while difficult to pull off without running into things and causing more harm than good, Morgan had had plenty of time to practice the maneuver since he had first installed the devices.

Thanks to the map ZIM had provided him with, and a little extra confusion he had tried to spread through the computer system, Morgan was able to make it to the ships launch area without running into anyone. That, and in plenty of time to catch the ship before it launched.

As he burst through the door, the term ‘launch area’ seemed a bit on the generous side, given what it looked like. The low gravity levels of the moon were being abused to their fullest here, with the ships stationed on a shipyard repair outfit that normally would have broken long ago from holding up a ship its size. At least, it’s current size. The ship could only be half-recognized as its original design, with so many hull additions and extra weapons systems that Morgan could only begin to guess at this point how it could possibly be safe.

Finally, while the area was safely contained from the atmosphere, it also showed signs of being a temporary structure, as though not a lot of thought went into building it other than the bare necessities.

“Hey, is that him?!”

Then there were the pirates. They were clearly moving franticly in an effort to load up and launch, and there were a lot of them present. There were also plenty of them that he could see in several directions from his current position. And now, they all knew where he was.

What happened to caution?
”Didn’t think I had time. Franticly moving to launch their ship, remember?”

Leaping back through the door, he narrowly dodged a couple early shots.
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”So what do you think? Can we pull off the same stunt twice?” Morgan asked as he considered his options. The blaster fire didn’t show any signs of letting up, but he wondered how long it would continue before they all loaded up in the ship and he lost them for good.
”Which one?”
”The one where I throw people out an airlock.”
”What airlock are you throwing them out this time?”
”An improvised one?”

Around the doorway, a pirate appeared and just about got a shot off before Morgan shot him and kicked the body away, which sent it flying over the edge.

”Norr, you still have that shuttle?”
”This one has almost destroyed it, but it is not easy with your unnessicary questions.”
”Wait and don’t destroy it yet. Can you tell where I am?”
”How should Norr’teth be able to?”
”Look for me to activate my homing beacon. Then I…”

He was interrupted as another pirate emerged. Morgan just barely avoided it by dropping to the floor, then shot the man in the leg. Another shot put him down for good.

”Morgan, are you still there?”
”Yeah. When you see the homing beacon, try and guide that shuttle so it flies towards it.”

Morgan took one of his last grenades and threw it around the corner as he waited for Norr’teth to respond. The poor gand was probably trying to figure out why he’d want him to throw a space ship at him.

”Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
”No, probably not. Just do it anyway!”

With the toss of another grenade out the door, Morgan took a repulsor-boosted jump from the ledge to the ship, the place that seemed least likely to give someone he couldn’t see an angle to shoot at him from.

Once there, he fired some off-center blasts in the direction of anyone he could still see as he ran for one of the locations the ships modifications provided.

”Morgan, your ship is arriving.”

Firing off a few last shots, the hunter found a position to brace himself against and activated his magnetic clamps.
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The impact of the shuttle flying through the wall caused a smaller explosion than Morgan was expecting.

”Where’s the kaboom?”

For that matter, it didn’t cause an explosion of any kind worth speaking of.

”I was expecting a large, fiery kaboom!”

To be sure, it wasn’t a quiet crash. Sparks and pieces of metal flew around, and it certainly made enough noise, but there was a distinct lack of a fireball that Morgan had to admit he felt the same way about as ZIM.

From his location, Morgan could hear the yelling and panic from all around as the pirates scrambled in response to the new turn of events. Some of them took it as minor inconvenience and went back to trying to shoot down Morgan. Most of the rest were very familiar with the true ramifications of a hole in the wall that lead out to space, even if it was temporarily plugged.

Trying to look at the damage without leaving his spot or breaking the magnetic connection, Morgan leaned over and was able to catch a glimps of just how much damage Norr had caused. Even the actual extent of the damage was less than he had expected. All he could see was the shuttles nose and part of the cockpit, but even that didn’t look too out of shape. Well, for a shuttle that had just been thrown through a wall, that was.

“We are LEAVING!” He heard someone shout from below.

”Looks like someone’s got some sense around here.” Morgan commented. A blaster bolt flew past his chest, and he rotated to return fire and shot the offending pirate dead. ”Him, not so much.”

”Norr, can you pull it back out now?”
”If you insist. Hold a minute…”

“Wait for me!”

More yelling as the last of wise pirates rushed to get to the last refuge of safety before space came to claim them. Some of them didn’t make it, and were left pounding the doors as the shuttle retreated from the wound it had created, silencing their yells as they were pulled into space.

Morgan was almost amongst their number. While he had the means to stay put, his positioning was not nearly as well thought out this time around, and was pulled at a bad angle forcing him to shoot a grapple cable to avoid breaking his legs against the strain.

”Why didn’t you think of that before?!”
”Shut up, Shut up! SHUT UP!”

But even as what flesh and muscle remained of his lower limbs felt sore after his slip up, the hunter successfully managed to avoid breaking anything he’d need as the air ran out and he remained the last living thing still on the outside of the ship.
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Soon, he hoped to change that situation as well by getting inside the ship and leaving nothing alive on the outside.

So what do you think for points of entry?” Morgan said, contemplating his next move.
”Probably not the main entrance. They’ll the most obvious choice, and if they have any fears you’re still alive, they’ll be guarding that the closest.”
”I was guessing something along the same lines. Did you happen to download any schematics for this freakshow of a…”
”Morgan, where are you?”
”On the ship, in a manner of speaking.”
”Heads up, this one believes the ship is attempting to flee.”

Turning his attention ‘skyward’, he immediately saw what his partner was talking about. The roof was rolling away, revealing a clear path for the heavily modified pirate vessel to lift off and fly out. An effort to clear the pathway of unwanted ship such as a certain Skipray Blastboat was achieved by the ship turning its topside weapons up and opening fire.

”Yeah, thanks for that. Can you get a lock on them with the tractor beam?”
”That will not be possible if the ship can not be targeted. They are making quite an effort already to ensure that is the case, and it is difficult to evade its heavier fire and get a lock.”
”I’ll see what I…”

Having already released his magnetic grip, Morgan failed to keep his footing as the ship lifted off the ground. Had it not been for his cable still being attached, he likely would have fallen off the ship entirely. Not interested in having his arm potentially ripped off by the inevitable g-forces to come, he grabbed on as best he could with his other arm and maneuvered his legs as best he could to the nearest appropriate surface and resumed the connection. It wasn’t pretty, but at least he wouldn’t be going anywhere, relatively speaking. He hoped.

”Perhaps consider letting go?”

He could hear Norr’teth on the other end of he comm, but in his current position, it was difficult to answer.

”I haven’t gone through all this trouble so far just to NOT get paid, Norr’…”
”As much as I agree with your sentiments on the issue, I recommend an immediate course of action.”
”Give me a moment! I’m in a bit of a bad spot right now!”

As long as the ship was still accelerating, it was difficult for him to move and keep from getting thrown off. The ships maneuvering didn’t help at all.

”I think I can see the engines from here. How good’s your throwing arm?”
”I am not throwing an grenade at the engines! Even if I could hit them right, the result could not possibly end well as long as I’m stuck here!”

”Morgan, they’re going to be able to jump to hyperspace soon! There’s too much weapons fire to acquire the kind of tractor beam lock needed. Either shut that ship down or get off!”

”Yeah, I’ll get on that just as soon as I can move…” Morgan thought to himself. But it wouldn’t have mattered much even if the hunter could stand up yet. By the time his brain found the pieces needed to begin to put together a legitimate plan, the familiar streaking stars of an FTL jump appeared, and the ship jumped to hyperspace with Morgan still attached to the outer hull.

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