IC:
The intercom clicked. "Jivva, if you shoot that man, you get to clean it up. Take his blaster and bring him to the cockpit."

Lingo chuckled and clapped his hands. Here we are, rendered dead in space, and a working ship pulls right up to our door... All we gotta do is send the body out through the airlock, and the Z-95 is ours...

IC: Jivva Leea fought down another urge to splatter pieces of the Cloud City officer all over the corridor, but he followed Lingo's instructions; there was no real reason to blast this guy just yet.

"I'll be taking that," Leea said as he reached to the guard's belt and removed his blaster. Tucking into his belt, he levelled the rifle at him again. "Alright, you're going to the cockpit. One wrong move and you're going to hell though, so you've been warned. Move it, double time!" He poked him with the barrel of the rifle to get him moving down the corridor when an entertaining notion came to mind.

"Stop right there, city boy. You can walk the rest of the way..." he paused as the guard slowed down, but he soon continued, "on your hands." Jivva Leea grinned at the first increduluos and then hateful look the guard shot at him when he realized that the Mandalorian wasn't joking.

Laughing, the Mandalorian prodded him down the hallway as he struggled to maintain balance and hold his body weight up.

IC:
The Cloud City guard's face was scrunched as he balanced his way to the cockpit. Under other circumstances, Lingo might have laughed.

The console by his head beeped -- the planetary shield was open. He scrambled to look out through the forward viewport and saw a heavy barge making its way through. Yes! Our chance to avoid attention...

He didn't bother with the intercom. "Jivva, hold on! We're following someone through the shield!"

He heard the guard thump to the deck as the Fandango's tractor beam locked onto the heavy barge.

IC: Jivva Leea soon followed the guard in his fall to the floor as the ship lurched after the barge. Hitting the deck and turning a whiter shade of pale, he cursed at Lingo in every language he knew.

The Mandalorian knew about as much about flying as a Jawa knew about deep sea diving, but he knew enough not to try Lingo's trick. "You crazy son of a Selkath, we're still docked with the Z-95. We'll never make it through that shield, the tractor will get clipped off and our momentum will smash us on the energy field. What in the name of Mandalore do you think you're doing? If you wanted to die, you could have said so hours ago and I'd have fixed your problem right then!" He groped against the wall for a handhold, found one, and pulled himself to his feet.

That damn Corellian still has that damn smile on his face...

IC:
"No time to talk!" Lingo smacked the artificial gravity generator control -- the ship turned into a flying anti-grav chamber.

If Jivva knew what Lingo was planning, he'd probably get the ride over with by killing him. The trick was foolhardy, but foolproof as well. If he could get the timing right.

The cargo ship ahead cruised through the shield, then shut her engines off for her descent. The Fandango followed, drawing momentum off of the steadily accelerating cargo ship.

Lingo purposefully aimed the Fandango toward the starboard side of the shield opening. Although he couldn't see it, his scopes could.
He fired the rear maneuvering thrusters, hoping to gain yet more forward movement for the upcoming crash.

The YT-1300 reached the opening, and instead of gliding through like the cargo barge, she got held up momentarily as the Z-95 was ripped and scraped from her hull.

"Stay away from the main hatch!" Lingo called down the gangway from his suspended position, "It may lock down if there's a leak!"

The ship jerked again, whacking his shoulder on the bulkhead. Almost through...

With one final squeal, the Headhunter was torn from the Grim Fandango's grasp and spun off into space.
Lingo disengaged the tractor beam and re-routed its power to the forward shields. He turned the grav generator back on, and this time all three bodies hit the deck.

IC: Jivva Leea made two interesting discoveries during the passage through Nar Shaddaa's energy shield: (1) Van Lingo was insane and (2) vomit takes some of the most interesting shapes when suspended without gravity. The third thing he noticed wasn't very interesting at all, and that was that the Grim Fandango had a very solid deck.

Alternately swearing and grunting as he recovered his composure, Jivva Leea left Javil lying in a pool of his vomit and struggled to the cockpit. Casting an evil look in Lingo's direction as he threw himself in the co-pilot's seat, Leea praised the Corellian for not ending his life before he saw this incredible payday. "Where did you learn that little trick?" he asked. "More importantly, when did you grow the organs to make you do it?"

The assassin received no reply and he soon noticed why. Ahead through the cockpit windows he could see what had distracted the smuggler.

"Will this day get any better? Tell me that's not an Imp flagship coming through the shield over there."

IC:
For once, Van Lingo didn't have an obnoxious comment. He slowly reached up both of his hands and rubbed his eyes with his fingertips, grimacing.

"You're right, Jivva -- that's not and Imp flagship. That's Korppa." Korppa the Hutt was the current most powerful gangster on Nar Shaddaa. And he just happened to have a price on Lingo's head nearly half the price of the rifles his ship carried.

When did he get a cruiser like that? It was unimportant anyway -- now they had to slip past it.

Using the cockpit weapons controls, Lingo turned the blaster turrets backward to lower wind resistance. Then he boosted the forward shield with everything the ship had and aimed her nose straight down.

Suddenly, a few Z-95 headhunters came flying at them from Nar Shaddaa. 'This is Headhunter group leader calling Van Lingo. We are send by Bor Gibbo to assist you. We will distract the cruiser while you fly towards the planet.' The Headhunters engaged in combat. They didn't stand a chance, but it'd give Van Lingo a chance to escape...

IC: A Hutt cruiser and more Headhunters inbound... It looks like I've gone and found myself a nice little party...

Recovering from the shock presented by the cruiser and incoming fighters, Jivva Leea was halfway out of the cockpit and heading for the turret controls when the commspeaker crackled with a message. "This is Headhunter group leader calling Van Lingo. We are send by Bor Gibbo to assist you. We will distract the cruiser while you fly towards the planet." Jivva sighed with relief, it appeared the Z-95's weren't after them.

Still, this descent won't be any walk through the park...

The Mandalorian bolted back to the co-pilot's seat and strapped himself in. He expected to be blasted out of the sky any second as the cruiser scrapped the fighters and came after them. Placing his arms hard against the seat, he braced for an impact he was sure was coming. The assassin looked over at Lingo. Speechless, the Corellian had sheer concentration stamped across his face as he manipulated the controls.

Jivva reached for the internal comm. "Gueros, if you can hear me, you'd better strap yourself down to something, it's going to be a bumpy ride."

The ship jerked to the left causing the assassin's insides to lurch uncomfortably.

"Oh Mandalore, don't let me die like this."

IC:
Don't worry, Lingo, you've done this before... Of course, that was on a planet covered in water...

The Grim Fandango's forward mandibles glowed bright orange as her shields strained against the incredible heat of the descent. Lingo winced at the thought of how much strain the gun turrets must be taking.

Then he saw it: an all-glass reservoir. "Jivva! We're gonna hit that reservoir!"

Water would break the Fandango's fall, but the glass would slow her down first. If he kicked in the repulsors at the right time, Lingo could set down his ship with minimal damage.

He reset their course to hit the enclosed water source head-on.

IC: "Jivva! We're gonna hit that reservoir!"

The Mandalorian lowered his hands from his face just long enough to catch a glimpse of what Lingo was talking about. He looked up just in time to see the front of the ship shatter the glass reservoir and continue its wild downward plunge.

"Not like this, Mandalore! Not like this," Jivva Leea shouted until his lungs began to burn. His ears filled with a roaring, crunching sound as the forward end of the ship hit the water. It was soon followed by splashing and then the easily recognized whir of repulsorlifts.

Jivva Leea opened his eyes and looked around. He left his face, arms, and torso. I'm still here... Amazing... He looked over at Lingo; his hands were still in a white-knuckled death grip with the controls and his face was a bleached color to match.

So this is Nar Shaddaa, then? Friendly...

OOC- Good story. F-Bomb, is your sig from a movie, if it's not, then I dont really get it, just giving you a heads up. continue.

IC:
For all of five seconds, Lingo's face was chalk-white and frozen in wonder.

Then he broke the silence: "Woohoo!"
He leapt from his pilot's chair and whirled around the cramped cockpit.

Slowly, he settled down enough to clap Jivva on the shoulder. "I have to get the Fandango out of here before the authorities arrive. You go find our contact. He'll be at the Drunken Krayt in three hours. It's in the Corellian sector."

OOC: Ehm... just a little detail, in my message earlier, i said i was waiting in the 'Drunken Krayt' cantina... should i change that?
(I will delete this after i've recieved my answer.)