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primevein · 2 years ago

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The Prime of His Youth: Book II: Quest for Fire: Ch26: Drive

Windblade and Smokescreen peeked around the corner. "I must say I'm impressed." Windblade stated, "His first target is their central data hub. A target of the upmost importance, but will be scarely protected until they know new pieces are on the board."

* * *

Bulkhead looked around the corner with Miko on his shoulder, "Remember what Jack said. We're the distraction."

"So, what, we play nice?" Miko asked.

"OOOh, no." Bulkhead said to her. "We're still Wreckers, and that's exactly what we're going to do. This Energon depot is essential. Without it, they would basically only be able to fight in half of their territory."

"But, we're not actually trying to get any?" Miko asked.

"I might get a lucky shot, but that's not the point. We fight until they're done, and then turn tailpipe and run."

"And in the mean time we do as much damage as possible?" Miko asked.

"We do want our distraction to be convincing." Bulkhead stated with a disturbing smile. They both heard a chime on their coms. Bulkhead transformed, with Miko ending up in his passenger seat. He then put as much horsepower into the ground as his significant traction would allow. It was as obvious as possible what was happening, and they started shooting at him. Most were not that accurate, with only a few actually hitting him. He transformed and threw Miko into the crowd. Miko put the Apex Armour on midair. Upon landing, the Cybertronians were scattered to and fro. Bulkhead continued running forward when a creature with an extremely tall neck appeared on front of him. "What the slag is that?" Bulkhead asked.

Miko looked at him, ignoring the blaster bolts that were hitting her, "It looks like a giraffe."

The giraffe tried to hit Bulkhead with his horns, but instead was knocked back by Bulkhead's wrecking ball. The only reason he didn't continue were the blaster bolts hitting him, "Miko?" he grumbled.

"On it." Miko said, she grabbed one and suplexed him into the next.

Bulkhead dropped his left arm that was blocking the shots as the giraffe transformed, and stood powerfully before him. Bulkhead lunged at him with his wrecking ball, but the Forged ducked and moved to the right enough to catch Bulkhead's wrist just behind the wrecking ball and pulled him forward. Bulkhead lunged forward, only to have his left leg kicked out. He fell forward and skidded and scraped across the ground. The Forged stepped towards him, only realizing at the last minute that Bulkhead's cannon was aimed at his torso. Bulkhead fired a couple of times and he keeled over. Bulkhead's left hand transformed from a cannon to a wrecking ball and he back handed the Forged. He pushed himself up to the standing and turned around.

Miko was rushed by a cheetah that swiped at her, completely deflecting off her armour. Miko just stopped to look down at it as she was hit with something heavy from behind. She stumbled forward slighty. She reached to grab the cheetah, but it quickly ran away. Bulkhead was squaring up against the other Cybertronian. "Tag?" Miko asked him.

Bulkhead swept his wrecking ball at his opponent's legs to create space, and his opponent stepped back to avoid it. Bulkhead turned and transformed, driving towards Miko. He skidded to a stop just as the cheetah was trying to attack Miko. The cheetah just stared at him as Miko ran over to the other one. "I'm Miko." she stated, as the giraffe ran at her.

"Colossus." the giraffe replied. He then dropped his head in an attempt to ram her. Miko grabbed the long neck with one hand, and then both well spaced apart. She used it as a lever to throw him against a wall.

Bulkhead transformed as the cheetah ran away, "I guess we should do introductions." he stated, and transformed his right hand into a cannon. "Bulkhead." The cheetah sneared as he fired at her. She dodged as the ground was seared. She dashed at him, hoping to get under his guard, but only got a heavy boot for her troubles. "I've gotten good at watching where I step." Bulkhead said to her. He shot her in the air as she tumbled to the ground. She twitched and struggled on the ground as Bulkhead walked up, aiming his cannon. "Any last words?"

"Sheena." she uttered.

"I'm sorry." he said, and just before he fired he was attacked by a large bat with a wingspan longer than Jack was tall. He shook his right arm to dislodge it as he transformed his left into a cannon, but Sheena had already run off. He looked back at the bat that flew at him, barely dodging his wrecking ball and flying off to the side. Bulkhead was struck by 2 of 8 blaster bolts, and turned to see more more ordinary Cybertronians shooting at hm. "We'll have to get them all if we want to capture this place!" Bulkhead shouted. Miko looked at him giving him a knowing smile.

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Windblade and Smokescreen watched as a number of guards ran off. "So, I can sneak in there, take out the last couple of guards. I don't know about the hacking part. Are you any good?"

"It depends if the machines are as old as I am." Windblade replied.

"Alright, I'll sneak in." Smokescreen said, and looked back over the base, "You hang back to swoop in if you're needed."

"Acceptable." she stated, "So long as you promise me you can keep up your end of the bargain."

Smokescreen turned his Phase Shifter and partly disappeared into the wall, "This saved me from Megatron." He disappeared into the wall, but his head reappeared a moment later, "A few times." he said before disappearing.

* * *

Smokescreen slipped in from the edge of the cave to the building proper, and looked about, and listened, and found nothing. He turned off the Phase Shifter and struck his palm against the wall, listening as the sound echoed. He did it a second time and turned the Phase Shifter back on. He was starting to get a grasp of the layout, as small as it was. He slipped through a couple of rooms before getting to the stairs as he started to climb them. When he got to the top he slipped through the side and ended up in the Energon storage room. He turned off the Phase Shifter and moved to behind a stack. He pulled a detonation pack and set it up. He turned the Phase Shifter back on and and slipped through the back wall, finding himself in the archives. He turned the Phase Shifter off and walked over to the door. He opened up the pannel and sabotaged it. It wasn't that good, but it would at least slow them down. He then moved over to the computer and got to work.

* * *

Colossus stumbled his way back to his feet. He looked up in the air and screamed before transforming into the giraffe. From his vantage point he could see the Foundlings scattered, some trying to find cover to offer resistance. He found his body shot with Bulkhead's cannon and momentarily stumbled. He leaned forward and transformed. If they were going to destroy the Energon, they could easily have done so. This meant they were trying to take it. Little did they know reinforcements would be here, soon. The Foundlings weren't any better than when they were first kidnapped. Hopefully real Forged were coming. Bulkhead shot his knee as he ran forward, and fell onto his face, bracing for impact.

Bulkhead stood over the downed, transformed bat, his cannon pointed at her. She lay, afraid to move, the two looking each other in the eyes. Miko looked over, her foot on Sheena's chest. She turned to see a moose and an elasmotherium running at them, with a Griffinfly flying above them.

"Finally!" Miko exclaimed, as she put all of the suit's weight on Sheena as Bulkhead shot the bat femme. Both were left barely moving as they turned to the approaching Forged, with a few Foundlings behind them. Miko and Bulkhead rushed towards them. Miko was running alongside Bulkhead, she took the Apex Armour off and Bulkhead picked her up. He threw her and she put it back on mid-air.

Colossus lined up a shot with his blaster, only for Bullkhead to quickly turn around and shoot him centre of mass. Bulkhead turned to the rushing enemies. He transformed both cannons and fired at the moose, who was slowed by his shots, but not stopped. Miko was staring down the elasmotherium as Bulkhead took shots at the Griffinfly. She was able to dodge the shots, but lost her momentum. The elasmotherium made it's charge, and Miko waited until it was a dozen yards away before jumping to the side She got within inches of the ground as she swept his legs, and the great beast came crashing down. Definitely hurt from the impact.

The moose ran towards Bulkhead. He transformed, the great horns turning into paired weapons in his hands, which he carried as if they were swords or axes. "You look confident." Bulkhead said to him, "Too bad." he stated. The moose 'Con swung his right antler at Bulkhead, who managed to move his great bulk out of the way. His wrecking ball came down and struck the top of his elbow. This caused him to drop his right antler. He gave Bulkhead a ferocious look before swinging at him with his left. Bulkhead had moved in so the antler swung around him and delivered a wrecking ball straight into his right side. This was followed by a kidney punch with his left wrecking ball. He pulled them away as the moose 'Con pulled away, several bloody punctures bleeding Energon from his side and back. He stumbled once before standing up straight. "Well, you do have moxie." Bulkhead stated, and the 'Con gave him a look of hatred. "You were built in a lab, I was built over years of hardwork and spilt Energon."

The wooly rhino 'Con had transformed, and stood above the others. He and Miko were squaring up. "That all you got?" Miko asked.

"Do you really think you can win against all of us?" the rhino asked.

"What's your name?" Miko asked, "I kind of like having a nemesis."

"Juggernaut!" he exclaimed.

"You?" Bulkhead asked the moose.

"Bullhead!" he replied. "And do you think you can win?" he asked. He took a step forward, Bulkhead took a step back. This happened a couple of times as Bulkhead and Miko slowly moved together. In a moment Miko pulled off her Apex Armour as Bulkhead was turning around to catch her. A moment later he had transformed with her in his passenger seat. They were driving away. He ran over Colossus who was trying to flank them as a grenade exploded behind them. He spun around the building. He transformed and Miko readopted her armour. Miko smashed the wall and then moved away from the hole as Bulkhead shot one cannon shot into Colossus, leaving him writhing in pain.

"We!" Colossus shouted, "Will!.."

"Long story short, your friends will think we're going through the building." Bulkhead said.

"I will tell..." Colossus said, and Bulkhead pointed his cannon at him. He stopped, unable to move. "What... do you want?"

"You'll find out." Miko said. "Or not."

A colossal explosion could be heard echoing about the cave that could only mean an Energon cash exploding. Bulkhead then threw a grenade to Colossus, barely moving on the ground. His life flashed before his eyes until the grenade did not explode as Bulkhead quickly drove off. "Consider it a present." Bulkhead said over the coms, "It's not armed."

"You probably don't want to toss and turn." Miko added.

* * *

Smokescreen raced in, sliding to a stop just outside the barricades.

"Do you have to do that?" Arcee asked.

Smokescreen transformed and confidently walked in, "Yes?" he asked.

Arcee looked at Jack who walked up. "If you hurt yourself doing something stupid, we'll have to talk about it."

Smokescreen saluted him, "Yes - Sir!" he loudly asserted.

A moment later Windblade transformed into a landing.

"Windblade." Jack said to her, "Remain on standby until the Wreckers get back."

"Captain." she stated.

Smokescreen turned around, walking backwards towards Arcelia's computer, "Care to fill us in one what happens next?" he asked.

"After Bulkhead and Miko get back." Jack replied. Smokescreen turned back around and took the last few steps towards Arcelia, handing her the data drives.

Smokescreen turned back around to him, "You're starting to sound more like a Prime every day."

Jack slightly nodded his head, and then tensely turned back to the barricades.

* * *

Jack was reading as Bulkhead approach and was so relieved he nearly fell over. He quickly steadied himself. Arcee transformed beside him, and then transformed again. He looked over to see her doll form holding out her hand to him. He tersely took it and then exhaled. "Thank you." he uttered.

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all-hallows-evie · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1: Marooned

Rating: T, for language, Canon Typical Violence/Action. Honestly, this chapter isn't that bad, the T rating is just in case I forgot about something lol

Wordcount: 3,776

Warnings: Canon typical violence and adventure, female OC with name × Tech slowburn, but not too slow lol, NOT BETA'D, because if I have to stare at this first chapter again I'm not going to post it.

A/N: HAPPY TECH TUESDAY, LOOK I'M FINALLY POSTING SOMETHING, WHEEEEEEEEEEE

There were bad ideas, really bad ideas and then there was this.

The ship hums under her feet as it trudges through the far corner of the mid rim, chugging along on it’s route without any sign of trouble or disruption from it’s preplanned course.

It should have been a routine pillaging, something she had placed firmly in the ‘great ideas’ list but instead it had turned into a routine mutiny and finished the day as a routine marooning. She sighs as she lays her head back against the seamless panel behind her.

Fucking pirates.

She has been stranded on the old freighter for at least two moons, but it was hard to say with certainty. The droids that man the ship have no need to eat so more often than not they forget to pass along anything to keep her mounting hunger at bay, adding along to the lack of any kind of panel to the outside world, getting her bearings is proving to be more difficult than usual.

She hisses a swear to drown out the low growl of her belly and focuses her gaze on the far corner of the room. Another day, another chance to count the diamond shaped tiles above her cell, she swears the number changes every other time she counts. She doesn’t get farther than eighteen when the door of the maintenance room blows open.

The dust fills the room, hiding everything under its grimy shadow. The grit in the air crackles as it’s pushed against the red of the electron walls that keep her prisoner with the ships cooling coils and a water filtration unit that has calcified and has never been fixed.

"Well look at that, we found it! Lucky break!"

"Luck had nothing to do with it, if you had studied the schematics of this cruiser like I had asked-"

"Yeah yeah yeah." The first figure, a hulking shadow in the doorway brushes off the smaller one as he stomps into the suddenly too tiny room.

"The memory core should be at the end of the-" the smaller of the two figures stops in front of her cell as the big one charges towards the end of the room without stopping. They launch themselves into the piles of junk thrown haphazardly inside, "That's concerning."

"Concerning? You see someone in a cage and you go with ‘concerning’?" She replies as she pulls herself up to standing. She takes in his armor, modified clone armor from the looks of it painted pale with a bright red stripe down his chest, his eyes slightly magnified by the goggles on his face, the rest hidden by the elongated helmet.

"According to the intel we were provided there weren't supposed to be life forms aboard." He seems irritated to see her.

"Good old Republic intel, still living up to its reputation."

The other clone approaches, he rips open the metal box in his hands and yanks out the core as if the casing was made of thick flimsy and nothing more, "I've got the thing, time to go!"

She watches, dumbstruck for a moment as her ticket out starts to head for the gaping maw that used to be a door, "Wait, you're taking the old database?" The two of them stop and turn, "It's not complete! It's missing pieces of the coordinates!" Firefek she didn't want to sound desperate but she was.

"Likely story-" The big one chuckles.

"I was trying to steal it too, I almost got all of it before my crew turned on me!"

"A mercenary or a pirate? No matter, I trust you even less now."

She had never wanted to punch anyone's face as hard as she wanted to punch his, "Check the core Goggles, I swear to you! It's missing pieces!" He hesitates and in that baited pause she knows she has him, "Please, just let me out and drop me off wherever you dock next. You can have my data chip. No harm, no foul, just get me out."

The one with the goggles glares at her, the yellow tinted transparisteel of his visor snapping downl before he turns to the bigger man. Klaxons ring all around as he scans the core with a handheld device, but it's taking up time they do not have.

The two clones share a look, silently deciding her fate.

The bigger one caves first, "Aww c'mon Tech, we can't leave her! You saw what's on this ship, she'll be a goner on some mining planet!"

"Under normal circumstances I might agree but she's caged for a purpose, and I'm disinclined to put any trust in her."

"How much damage can she do? She’s smaller than you are!"

Tech, the one in the goggles, sighs before he turns back around to face her, "If we spring you, you play by our rules. You follow our orders, no complaints, no rebuttals and if you put one toe out of line-"

"Out the airlock, understood." She nods furiously, hands pressed against the panel as she watches Tech short out the electron wall holding her hostage, the panel shudders and then it spews sparks on to the ground as the red fades and she's finally able to step through.

"Lets go shortie!"

"Wait, let me just grab-" She scrambles to the other side of the wall, trying to pull at something from the top of a shelf. The bigger clone reaches over and tosses the crate to the floor. She throws open the top and snatches out a bantha leather bag and a helmet.

"Run!"

Tech doesn't have to tell her twice, the three of them bolt out of the door and into the corridor, the lights above flash in time with the klaxons. There is a low rumble that joins the hum of the hyperspace engine, as whatever security droids are on board begin to activate.

"Back to the ship, short stuff!"

The three of them book it down the darkened halls, ducking behind walls and crates as the first cluster of security droids pass through.

She tosses her bag across her shoulder, slinging it against one side of her hip, clipping it into place with snaps sewn into her jacket. They watch three more droids pass them by before she speaks again, "My name's Nox, by the way."

"Doesn't sound like a girl's name." The big one chuckles, so deep and rumbling it almost feels like a growl.

"Well it's the only name I've got. My parents named me a bit of a mouthful, Nox just works better."

"Clear." Tech calls out and they continue on their way heading to the service hangar where their ship hopefully was waiting for them.

"How'd you end up out here?" The big one asks, with every flash of light above them she can see more of the large scary face painted roughly on his helmet, lines thrown on haphazardly only to be scraped away by carbon scoring.

She is about to answer when she is shoved back into a corner by Tech. He slaps a hand over her mouth before she can yelp, the leather slightly singed, it smells of electricity and grease.

“Wait.”

"I'm getting tired of all this sneaking around, I say we blow our way outta here!" The big one growls.

"We’re almost there Wrecker, it would be pointless to try now."

She shoves Tech's Hand away, "Blow your way out of here, are you insane? With the amount of baby on board you'd blow us into the next dimension!"

There are a few beats of silence before both helmets turn towards her.

"Baby?" Wrecker repeats but is shushed by Tech.

"You don't mean baradium-"

"Bisulfate? I absolutely do! There were containers of the stuff in the holding bay."

"This Imperial ship is headed somewhere to mine thorilide?" He repeats, tone stressed over every syllable in the word ‘Imperial’.

"That or some unlucky planet is about to be wiped from existence."

"The location of the Republic thorilide mines have been kept under the utmost security for ages, not even the Jedi Council was ever advised of its location."

"Can’t say I blame them, I barely trust them with those glowy sticks of death." She murmurs, making lightsaber sounds with her mouth as Wrecker snickers.

"Stop that. Do you know where this ship was heading? Do you have a copy of the manifest?"

"What, your amazing Republic recce didn't get you that information shiny?" He glares back at her, brows pinching together behind the dark frames of his goggles, "Maker! Did those cloners take your sense of humor? Yes, I know where this ship is going."

"Bet Cid’s contact would pay more for that bit of info." Wrecker’s grin can be heard even through the plastoid of his helmet.

Tech meanwhile has typed something to a com on his wrist, "Hunter, there's been a complication."

"What kind of complication?"

"There is more on board this ship than just the republic database-"

"What do you mean?"

"This ship is a mining vessel, out to mine thorilide."

Tech’s wrist comm goes silent, just quiet static while the voice on the other line thinks, "Ordinance?"

Both clones look at her, she nods emphatically, "Ordinance, med supplies, if there was coaxium on board I wouldn't be surprised, this place is the motherlode."

"Quite a bit of supplies on board, it would seem."

The comm goes quiet again for a few moments, "We don't have time for this, it's only a matter of time before they realize that your cruiser is stolen. Grab what you went in for and leave."

Tech shakes his head, it's so tiny and quick that if she wasn't looking at him in that moment she would have missed it, "Where is it being kept?"

"Up, five or so floors unless I've miscounted."

"Tech, Wrecker, Get out of there, now!" The voice on the other end grows more and more irritable as they stand around in silence.

"We'll be out as soon as possible." Tech replies curtly as he cuts the comm. He makes it sound so easy like they were stopping by the nearest market to pick up fruit, instead of about to hijack high quality explosives from Imperial custody, "Lead the way."

"What? Just like that?"

"Are there, or are there not these items on board?"

"Yes."

"You swear?" Wrecker leans in close, hovering over her.

"Yeah."

Tech nods, "Vital signs are stable, no signs of heightened stress-"

"What if I'm just a really good liar?"

"You can try all you want my dear, but the data doesn't lie."

"Does he do this to you too? I'm finding it a bit creepy-" She asks Wrecker as her eyebrow raises.

"You get used to it."

"Weird, so weird…" she mutters to herself as she turns and peeks around the corner. She looks around for anything that is familiar, when she sees a maintenance lift at the very end of the hall to the right. She motions them forward, and silently they sneak their way closer to the lift. She turns her attention to her side as she digs in her bag, her fingers grasp at the odd collection of junk in her pockets until her hand finally wraps around the cool metal of her code cylinder and she can finally stop holding her breath.

Tech's hand on her shoulder pulls her back to the task on hand as he drags her back a few steps. The catwalk above them from here to the lift is no more than a shoddy looking set of grates that creak as a group of security droids march along their patrol, oblivious to the three of them below.

“The maintenance lift?" Tech sniffs as they come to a stop at its doors. He raises hand to push his goggles back into place, "Perhaps you have failed to notice but none of us are maintenance droids, the moment you try to access that panel they will -”

“They’ll what?” She asks as she jams the cylinder into the port, the lift clicks open silently and she steps inside.

“The alarms-”

“What alarms? According to this," she snaps her code cylinder from the panel and drops it back into her bag, lost again to the chaos of the random junk held within, "I'm a maintenance droid doing routine inspections. How stupid do you think I am?”

"Hey hey, this one's pretty smart huh Tech?!" Wrecker is thrilled.

"Pirate." She reminds, "You don't see many my age that aren't intelligent and I'll give you one guess as to why."

The doors silently click open and before they can step out a team of at least half a dozen well armed sentry droids roll past.

They all leap from the inside of the lift and fall into a crouch behind a stack of supply crates. They wait for a few moments before Tech quickly peeks over, "They don't seem to have spotted us."

"Fuck, there weren't this many when we tried this the first time." She swears a few more times under her breath.

"We should do this my way." Wrecker offers.

"What's that mean, what does he mean?!" Nox looks nervously over to Tech, "He doesn't mean-?"

"Explosives and violence? He absolutely does," Tech sighs, “ and I'm afraid we are running low on options and even lower on time. Wrecker, what does your ordinance look like?"

“But you said I couldn't bring any?”

“Yes, and when was the last time you actually listened?”

Wrecker, the fun if not absolutely homicidal one, pulls out a couple of detonators, a roll of plastic tape, a half dozen hand grenades and three droid poppers.

“Great, nice to know you could have turned us into a small sun if I hadn't told you about the baby on board.”

"Everything save for the poppers is far too dangerous to use around those crates." Tech hisses, "Any more of those brilliant pirate ideas floating around in your head?"

She chews on her lip for a moment, wracking her brain for anything else that might be useful as she ignores Tech's sarcastic tone. Apart from the crates on this floor littered with treasure, there didn't seem to be anything of any use...except for the busted water filter. “How big of a distraction do you think it would take to get all those sentries away from the haul?”

“It would need to be something quite large or destructive enough to threaten the integrity of the ship.”

“The water filtration system on board is completely calcified, I don't think it was ever fixed since there are only droids on board. If you could flood that with enough pressure the entire pipe should burst-”

“And flood the entire floor, along with the engine room, that might just do it.” He’s on his data pad before the words are even out of his mouth, he scans the room all around and matches it with the wireframe schematics on his screen. He stalks his way backwards until he finds the panel he is looking for. He pops it open easily and then begins to slice into the mainframe of the ship, “On my count, take Wrecker to wherever the baby is, let him handle it. You get your hands on as much of the medical supplies as you can, the security onboard is a little tighter than I would have preferred so I will have to stay here and continue to flood the filter.”

“Oh, easy.”

“Think you can handle all that tiny?” Wrecker’s thundering chuckle threatens to give away their location even with the steady moan of the alarms overhead.

She grins, Wrecker is back to being the fun one, “Try and keep up.”

There is a sound of roaring water all around them as tech funnels every liquid on the ship into the filter, then a sound like an explosion a couple of feet below them rocks the ship like a lightning strike.

The sound of the alarm overhead changes as every droid on the floor turns away and heads to a lowering platform, all instructed to assist with the burst pipe.

“That’s our cue!”

She shoves Wrecker forward playfully before they both break into a sprint toward the storage rooms where their bounty is being held. She points to one of the rooms as they approach, "This one's your big boy!"

The door is sealed shut, but not for long. Wrecker doesn't slow, instead he hunches low, bringing his shoulders down and tucking his chin into the collar of his armor before he barrels straight through, punching a hole through the doors with enough force to make even her teeth rattle.

She dips into the storage room across the hall, thanking the stars that her haul wasn't locked away like his was. She rips open any crate within arms reach, tossing open the tops and letting them scatter around the room wherever they land. She snatches bacta patches and hypos by the handful and packs the crate as full as she can, slamming her entire body weight against it to get it to close. She drags it out into the hall, placing it by the door before she bolts into the room right beside the one Wrecker is standing in.

Wrecker watches her disappear into the room, the four small crates of explosives tucked carefully under his arms, “Wait, where are you-”

His question is answered as another crate hits the floor beside him. She comes running out of the room, grabbing this second crate by the handle and yanking it along, “Perfect! Not a single explosion! Love that for me!”

Wrecker bends down to offer her a hand but she has already snatched up the first trunk and is flying down the hall with them. She's faster than Wrecker would have believed she would be capable of with the two crates almost her height. She almost trips over herself as she stops and with a swift kick, the second crate lands at Tech's feet, “Come on 20/20, cut her loose, let's go!”

“What’s in that- I specifically ordered you to only carry medical supplies.”

“Yeah well, it sounds like you are used to not being listened to so, ship. Now!”

Wrecker races past, hopping off of the side and down to the level below, the halls are empty as all hands are called to help with the floor that is flooding.

Nox peeks over the side, she watches as Wrecker sets the small boxes of baby down beside him, "Toss your crate!" He calls up. She nods and yanks the crates handle, flipping it up and off of the edge with a nudge from Tech.

She helps him in turn, as they gingerly haul the crate full of ordinance over the edge before tossing it below.

Wrecker sets the crates to one side before turning back to catch Nox, but she's already climbing down. Her fingers dig into spots on the wall where she should not be able to have any grip. She finds her own way down and with a little hop, lands right beside Wrecker as Tech lands beside her. The clang of his boots echoes down the empty hallway. "We'll need to make our way through the flooded floor of the ship in order to get back to the hangar." Tech types away at his data pad again before picking up the side of his crate.

Nox follows close beside the two clones, tossing the crate up onto her back to avoid making any unnecessary scraping sounds as they get closer to the flooded area, the sound of pouring water gets louder and louder with every floor. The next floor they walk through has the water barely deep enough to wash over the toes of their boots, but it rises rapidly after that. By the time they are on the same floor as the hangar, the water has risen up to their knees and Nox has a harder time trying to distract her mind from where all of this stagnant water has been hiding this whole time.

“Holding out ok over there tiny?” Wrecker chuckles.

She turns to answer, when everything becomes...not alright. Her next step slips out from under her and she goes flying forward, crashing face first into the dark disgusting water, the crate on her back keeping her under the surface as she struggles to pull herself back up to standing.

A hand at the back of her collar pulls her back up into fresh air, slimy water pours from her mouth and nose as she gags. She doesn't need to clear the water from her eyes to know what the dark figures that are starting to line the hallway are. Tech and Wrecker are on either side of her, blasters raised as the sentry droids file in.

“I'm hoping you can fight better than you can swim.” Tech calls over as Wrecker leaps over them both and charges straight into one of the sentries. Tech keeps a few of the others at bay, clipping them with bright bolts from his twin deecees, but it's not enough. She rubs the slime from her face and charges right behind Wrecker, using her entire body to check a droid in her path, she grabs the blaster from its hands as it goes tumbling backwards and into the water. Techs shots ring out around her as he stays behind, watching over the crates behind him. Wrecker tears through any droids that get within reach, sparks flying on to the water before they sizzle and die. She concentrates her fire on any droids Tech misses until the hall is clear.

"There'll be a second platoon on their way, we better get a move on." Tech calls back to them, she tosses the almost empty blaster into the water beside her.

"Are you always just, you know?" She makes growling and ripping sounds at Wrecker.

He laughs, "Not often enough."

She stifles her laughter behind her hand as she walks back to where Tech is to retrieve the case of medical supplies, for a brief moment the last couple of days are forgotten and even the slime on her skin is the last thing on her mind. For a brief moment she was back with her men, waiting for that score of a lifetime, but when she grabs the handle of the crate and looks back it’s the clone armor that reminds her she is in fact alone. The sudden quiet of sadness doesnt last long as the doors behind them open and a new series of drods begin their march towards them.

“Incoming!”

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crimson-dxwn · 4 years ago

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AT ODDS 6 (Kal Skirata x F!OC)

Summary: Tea gets spilled at Kyrimorut. Ordo gets involved. Ori makes a choice and a new enemy.

Warnings: Mando profanity, pregnancy, SPOILERS for Republic Commando books (all but the last one), medical shit, surgery, fucking SADS

As always, so many thanks to @detroitbydark who lets me screech about my weird fic and Kal and Ori! Also this is barely edited be kind, I’m on my psych rotation and barely scraping by.

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Kal realizes he’s slipped the figurine into the pocket of his bodysuit semi-consciously in his hasty retreat from the apartment. Knotted Jonah wood whittled smooth forms two stylized figures, one large and one small, their hands joined between them.

He barely registers the ride back home and comming Mij. They need a plan, and they need one fast if they are going to find her. He knows little about how the Empire treats their prisoners compared to the late Republic, but he isn’t about to have any illusions of honor or fair play. After all, he doesn’t play fair himself. But there’s a hydrospanner thrown into the mix. What he doesn’t know is how the Imps treat prisoners with … unique health conditions. Or if they even give half a bantha’s shebs. Odds are they send men and women alike to those osik’la camps he’s gotten word of. Yeah, the Empire was equal opportunity like that.

If Mereel can’t slice into the system remotely, they were going to have to do an old-fashioned infiltration. He’d ask his ad’ike if they were up to task, there’s no way he could ask to put them in danger, not after the entirety of their lives being war. It hurts him to even think about asking. But he has to do this, even if it’s just his sorry shebs.

He tries to put on a good Sabaac face when he’s back in the karyai, discreetly gathering up all the surplus weapons they have that he finds might be useful for an infiltration into a heavily armed and fortified position.

Mereel of course, catches on within minutes.

“You’re going to find her,” Mereel interrupts. Kal yanks his head up out of the gun locker to look at his son. “And you didn’t even think to ask for backup?”

His son’s tone is accusing, edging on hurt. That he did not expect.

“It’s my fuckup, son,” he replies, “I’m the one who needs to fix it. I can’t ask you to do this.”

“What’s so special about this doctor?” Mereel slams the door of the locker shut. It’s obvious his ad’ika is protective. They all are.

“She delivered your ba’vodu’ad, Mereel. I’m pretty sure she saved Parja’s life.” Kal says, keeping his eyes on his work, cleaning the weapons, arranging the ammo he needs. Sharpening his father’s three-sided knife.

“And that’s enough to go up against the Empire? ”

He’s going to have to spit it out. Mereel is looking at him expectantly, sure that he’s going to change his mind, see reason.

“She’s pregnant, son.” Mereel, who has been away for the events of the last few months, just stares back at him in a puzzled fashion, brows slightly furrowed. Looking at him like he’s lost his damn mind. Maybe he has.

“It’s yours, isn’t it?”

In comes a second voice, and the accusatory tone startles him enough that, when added to his baseline urgency and anxiety, causes his hand to slip and nick itself as he sharpens his knife.

“Osik,” he hisses, holding pressure to the cut as blood wells, looking up to the figure in the doorway. Ordo. Mereel stares at his brother, unsure whether he is joking. Kal sighs. He should know better, trying to keep things from them. The last time he was successful at that was when they were four.

“Does it matter?”

“Maybe,” Ordo replies, just this edge of indignant, “is she carrying my vod?”

A strange and protective piece of him flares at Ordo’s tone and Kal stands, still holding the cloth to his cut hand.

“Most likely.”

“Then we need to get her back.” Ordo meets his eye finally and Kal nods, satisfied, and starts gathering ammo from the safes. This time Mereel moves to help, still in a rare state of stunned silence.

By the time they’ve gathered what they need and loaded it into aayhan, Mereel has a willing team assembled and what they know of the building schematics up on a datapad in the karyai. Fortunately for them, the team won’t be breaking into any prison blocks, which are bound to be heavily guarded.

“All we have to do is get into the information security room that houses the main terminal,” Mereel starts confidently. “We can stay far away from the security blocks and the bucketheads.”

“Though it would be fun to bust some vode out of there,” Scorch adds.

“Not our mission,” says Mereel, regret plain in his voice, “we’ll have to get them another time.” The realization that they were leaving prisoners at the mercy of the empire sobers the group even more. It was becoming more and more apparent that more planning was needed before they could root out the Empire on Mandalore. Meanwhile, Kal had set Uthan to the task of trying desperately to make their own homebrew vaccine.

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It’s been many many years since he’s fastroped. Lately, he has been finding that it’s been years since he’s done many things. Fastroping, underwater diving...fathering kriffing kids. He swallows, hard and regroups himself. Every single one of them needs to be focused if they’re gonna pull this job off.

Yes, he’s fast roped before. But he’s never liked it. Where his sons get twitchy when confined to tight spaces, he finds himself sweating more than usual under his beskar the more stories they climb. Right now, they’re about ten stories up, far above the sensors of the garrison and way above his tolerance for heights. They have about a minute to pull this off before the Imps realize this transport is lingering too long in their airspace.

Mereel, Sev, Scorch, and Kal are in Aayhan, hovering silently above the Keldabe imperial garrison in the inky black late summer night. The humidity sticks his tactical garments to his skin, making it itch and crawl in addition to his surging adrenaline. That was one thing that never changed, no matter how old he got, no matter how many missions he’s finished - that nauseating spike of pure fear and bliss.

He gives the signal to move move move and soon he’s roping down, strong north Mandalorian wind whipping around him, soaking through his underlayer. The four of them land silently on the roof of the compound, and Scorch starts laying a strip charge along the floor to create a hole leading below, straight into the admin offices. Four sets of Mando armor gleam lowly in the moonlight. It’s a perfect night for an op like this, whipping wind obscuring any slight noise they did make and the faint whine of aayhan’s engines. The charges detonate with a controlled bang and flash of bright light that briefly blinds his HUD. Kal switches to night vision.

*His child*. It’s barely a concrete concept in his mind yet, but an instinctual piece of him knows the truth. The timing is too perfect for him to be wrong. The way Orla had looked at him in the med center…

The stakes are too high to fail, and distracting thoughts get men killed. Mereel leads the way through the door, rifle at the ready, and Kal banishes his musings to the back of his mind, pushed away by a fresh rush of adrenaline. It’s a stealth mission, and they navigate by night vision, as silently as their boots will allow.

They stalk through dark quiet hallways lined with innocuous office doors until they reach the end, what is presumably the CO’s office, with its durasteel double doors and obviously larger size.

Mereel starts in on slicing the door panel while Sev shoots out the camera in the hallway corner while the rest of them listen for any approaching patrols. It was only a matter of time before someone noticed they were there, whether it was the hole in the roof or the blacked out camera. The double doors open quietly and they head inside. Vau’s boys guard the door while he and Mereel crowd the desk in the middle of the room.

“I need a few minutes to get into this,” Mereel says, eyes locked onto the screen before him. One of his slicing tools is between his teeth.

“You’ll get it, son. We’ll take care of anything that tries to get in our way.”

So far it looks like no one has noticed them. The imps must really be confident in the plan to neutralize Mandalore with so few guards and patrols. Sweat drops trickle down the back of his neck and into his bodysuit.

Mereel studies the datapad stripping the system for a few more moments and turns it towards Kal. There’s a concerned look stretched across his handsome face. Together the watch the recorded scene on the screen before them.

There’s Orla, still in her work clothes, talking with an Imp who’s behind this very desk, flanked by two stormtroopers. He knows those gestures - she’s spitting mad, barely containing the fury that was directed toward the man behind the desk. Without audio he can only guess as to the contents of their conversation. The Imp behind the desk gives a short reply and nods curtly to the right-hand trooper who, without hesitation, raises his blaster rifle and cracks her across the face with the butt end. She doesn’t even see it coming. Even in the shades of blue from the holoprojector the blood is obvious, trickling down the side of her face.

Kal is livid, trembling so finely it’s barely visible, and he almost forgets where they are for a moment. Deep in enemy territory, with hostiles incoming any minute.

Mereel makes a disgusted noise from deep in his chest as they watch her be pushed to the ground. They follow the video feed where she’s led to a cell. His breath catches. There’s a chance she’s still here. His hope is tempered, however, when an alarm starts to sound from within the garrison. A patrol must have finally found their breach point.

“Sarge?” warns a voice from outside the door. It’s Sev, by the gravelly tone.

“Almost finished,” he shouts, over the screeching din. Mereel continues to work furiously, his bulk hunched over the console. He’s able to parse through incredible amounts of data with immense precision; Kal can practically feel the concentration rolling off him.

“Wait,” Mereel says. Kal looks over at the screen. They’re centered on a video feed again, this time outside. The sheer amount of prisoners in line for the transport is shocking enough, but the fact that none of them are in armor is even more appalling. The Imps are slowly stripping their culture away, plate by plate.

“She’s not on the manifest for this transport, even though the records say she leaves.”

It doesn’t make sense. Unless… Kal knows Mereel must be thinking the same as him. Judging by the brutality of the footage they’ve watched, the stories from around the planet, he wouldn’t put it past the Empire to take care of a pesky problem in the easiest way they knew how. It wasn’t something that supposedly peaceful, orderly governments liked to keep records of. His dread and guilt intensifies, leadening his limbs already weighed down by heavy beskar.

He chokes the words out. He has to know. “Is there any footage of…” Kal can’t bring himself to say them. It doesn’t need to be said, Mereel knows what he’s looking for. He’s been in a war zone long enough to know that armies aren’t sentimental.

“No, no footage. Just them leading her away.” The alarm continues to blare. It could be minutes, seconds before they have to blast their way out.

“Here.”

Kal steels himself to watch. It’s his fault, he reminds himself again. Two more fresh marks in his ledger. His arm reaches automatically to his son’s to steady himself. He feels Mereel’s slump ever so slightly, whether it’s in relief or defeat, he can’t tell.

“I have what I need,” he says, “time to go. Debrief can wait for later.” Distant footsteps start to echo towards them, modulated shouts following close behind. They were about to be grossly outnumbered, by the sound of it. Kal shoves his helmet back on, heading through the doorway and signaling Sev and Scorch to follow.

They wind through the garrison, avoiding both patrols and squads of stormtroopers sweeping the building. It’s laughably easy compared some of the other heists they’ve pulled - except he speaks too soon. As they make their way out of the back door of the garrison onto the Keldabe streets, one squad catches up to them. Ordo has aayhan back at Kyrimorut - earlier they had decided it was too risky for the four of them to fly home and possibly expose the homestead. So instead their plan was to run the winding streets and strategically borrow a transport. The problem is that Kal is pushing sixty and the other men are - physiologically at least - still in their early twenties. They’re a lot kriffing faster than him, even with his ankle fixed.

The streets and alleys twist and turn, switching from ancient cobbles to smooth duracrete without warning. Easy enough to get lost if you’re a local, they are impossible to navigate as aruettiise. Soon the four are panting, ducked into an alcove off a cobbled alley. Finally, it seems they’ve dodged the patrol. Only time will tell if they were recognized. Kal finds he doesn’t much mind if they know his face. In fact, he hopes they do. He wants to meet that garrison officer.

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Imperial Rehabilitation Center

Weeks later

19 BBY

Life isn’t all doom and gloom. They are kept...occupied. Like rats in a maze. Ori shares a bunk with another Mandalorian, the only other there. Taren is a kid really, small and slight except for her distended belly. It’s obvious she’s used to wearing armor by the way she walks, how upright she holds herself, arms swaying slightly away from her body. And how she closes in on herself when she realizes it’s not there, when it’s nighttime in their room and thinks Ori can’t hear her sob breathlessly into her pillow every night.

It’s almost childish, the way they’re herded from room to room. Chaperoned and on a schedule, like one would handle a naughty child needing extra discipline. It was how she imagines Coruscanti boarding schools some of her medical school classmates attended - polished stone floors and crisp uniforms, all strict routines and synchronized repetition. It’s meant to numb the mind, making days run into weeks. She suspects they’re kept intentionally disoriented. After all, most of them are still political prisoners, and many she’s found have important connections on their respective homeworlds.

They’re at lunch, scattered around their assigned tables. Generously, they are allowed to converse during meals, though their seats remain assigned. The ‘rehab center’ has proven to be much more expansive than she expected - some rooms are swallowingly large, like the one she is in now, and some are as small as a broom closet, connected by narrow winding hallways. The building itself could have been any number of things in a past life - a school, factory, or prison. She supposes it doesn’t matter much now. Today there’s a newcomer, sitting quiet and sullen at a back table with the Corellians. Time would tell if she was one of them or if she hailed from a different world.

An arm jostles her, hitting her square in the ribs. It successfully knocks her out of her analysis of the newcomer.

“-did you hear what I just said?” Taren says, mouth full of tasteless nutritional paste. It’s far from delicious, but you ate what they give out and she is hungry *all the time* nowadays. A fleck lands on Ori’s face and she wipes it away with a raised eyebrow.

“Sorry, al’verde.” Commander. Her eyes roll automatically. She knows she doesn’t deserve the title. Discreetly, Ori shushes the younger woman - they’re lucky the stormtroopers here don’t understand Mando’a.

They put together kit for new stormtroopers, morning and night. It’s another endurable humiliation. She stabs at the cubes bitterly with her spoon, scattering crumbs across the table. They’re not allowed forks or knives, not after Taren’s first week. A tiny smile flits across her face as she thinks on the memory.

Ori feels like a geriatric compared to the spry warrior, though they’re less than ten years apart in age. She’s seen things in that time, lost people, buried dreams. Though Taren is looking older and older by the day, cooped up in this place.

“Theera is gone,” Taren says, “she wasn’t at breakfast either.”

Looking around and finding no sign of the woman, Ori hums an agreement. She’ll be gone for good soon, and her baby as well. Every time someone delivers it sends a sense of unshakeable dread down her spine and into the pit of her stomach. All of them are marching slowly towards that finish line.

The artificial hierarchy into which they are forced has made the two Mandalorians de facto leaders, despite Ori being one of the newer inmates and to cement her as *alverde*; her medical expertise makes her invaluable.

The room hushes as Dr. Loesch sweeps down to the cafeteria, all business in crisp grey scrubs, so confident in his admiration. He insists they call him ‘Doctor L’ like he’s a popular lecturer at a university. He’s the worst kind of hut’uun, just as bad as the rest of the Imps she’s met here. Loesch is in charge of their medical care, all 100-some of them, including herself. Loesch towers over most of them, even herself.

As a physician, Ori is personally insulted at his complacency, the fact that he is perfectly content in his post and cemented in his belief that what he was doing is just, his complicity. She stabs at her cubes some more to try and make herself feel better.

As a woman, she’s decidedly less surprised. Men like him are everywhere, tall and handsome, handed success on a silver platter, born into families of privilege and power. Taking and taking with no thought of the carnage they leave behind.

He saunters his way over to their table and sits with a charming smile.

“Beviin,” he starts, “I heard through the gossip chain that you were an obstetrician before you came here?”

It’s physically painful to keep her retort in hand. She’s been here long enough to see women sent to solitary. And to see them come back, changed indefinitely.

“Mmm,” she mumbles affirmatively through a mouthful of cubes. She swallows. “Yes.” Keep it simple, that’s easy enough.

He smiles sardonically. “How ironic,” he adds, obviously pleased with the revelation. Expectantly, he looks around the table to gauge his joke, and they catch on, laughing softly, nervously, afraid of what might happen if they don’t. Even Ori joins in, the butt of the low blow, though her simmering rage ratchets up another level.

They finish the rest of their lunch largely in silence and Loesch pulls her away when she files out with the others.

“Ms. Beviin,” he says conspiratorially, “I know it must be difficult for you to be here.”

The man over her, face too close for comfort, his voice deep and low. Alarm fills her as the other people in the room dwindle until it’s just the two of them and the scattered troopers on the upper level. All Ori can think about is where the nearest exit is located when she realizes he’s still speaking to her.

“...what do you think?” He waits patiently, a benevolent expression in his face. He blinks too little, she thinks, and his eyes are devoid of expression, shining with an amused sort of malevolence. They’re a strange shade of brown...no, green? The little noise he makes in the back of his throat brings her back to their conversation.

“Ah...sure?” she replies weakly, stunned and frozen.

“That’ll be nice for the other inmates,” he says. Incredibly white, straight teeth flash as he smiles down at her. “I think it will give them comfort to have you there. I’ll have the guards collect you when it’s time.”

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Three nurses eye her from across the suite. They wear sweet matching hospital uniforms, in the same soft fabric as hers except in a delicate petal pink. With a pang, she misses her fellow nurses and doctors on Mandalore. Who knows how many had fallen ill? Been arrested? The way they clustered in a little group reminded her of her schoolmates, when they found out she didn’t like fighting, whispering rumors from across the room. That she thought she was better than them, that weird girl who was more concerned with grades than winning fights and impressing boys. Now they stand across the room from her like a little bunch of flowers in their coordinated outfits, identical and perfect. She’s an other in their world, someone to be feared and hated, pitied at best.

Orla stands awkwardly, waiting for the show to start when her stomach flips. The scrub top she has on stretches across her middle awkwardly, pulling at the seams and the soft shoes that cover her feet are obscured by her bump. The strange sensation returns, a little differently this time, just the barest flutter, deeper down than that nervous feeling. Her baby. She lays a gentle palm over the swell, as discreetly as she can, still feeling the scrutinizing looks of the women across the room.

Another nurse wheels a bed into the room, complete with Theera shivering atop it, her hair and gown drenched in sweat. Orla rushes to the head of the bed as she’s prepped for the operation. Theera is dazed, too exhausted to make much sense of anything right now, glassy eyes focused on the ceiling. She smoothes back the sweaty hair from Theera’s forehead.

“Hey cyar’ika. It’s Ori,” she says softly. The woman’s eyes focus a little, just enough to meet hers. She bumps their foreheads together. It was as much to comfort herself as much as the other woman. Non-mandos typically didn’t understand the meaning behind the gesture. She can’t squeeze her hand like she wants to - it’s being hooked up to IV tubing.

“I’m cold,” she mumbles. Some of it is adrenaline, some from fear, and the rest from the icy operating room temperature to keep the surgeons comfortable. Drenched as she is, it’s no wonder Theera is shivering.

Ori asks the wary tech for a warm blanket, terrified of overstepping and getting her shebs kicked out of the operating room. She’s promptly ignored in favor of his work. Dr. Loesch enters the room and the nurses titter around him while he ensures everything is prepped to his liking. Ori settles for as much skin to skin contact as she can get with Theera, trying to warm her, mumbling comforting nonsense into her ear as Loesch starts to work. A warming bassinet waits ominously against the wall for its prize.

A thin cry interrupts their mumbling and Theera’s eyes sharpen at the noise. Loesch holds the little thing over the curtain separating them indulgently, just for a moment. A boy, he says, and she and Theera find themselves mesmerized by the bloody little thing and his tiny squished face and flailing arms, already so angry at the world. He’s held up for a second, allowing Theera a cursory glance and then whisked away by the nurses to the bassinet. His mother is still paralyzed on the table and it makes it all the more unjust that she isn’t even allowed to touch her son, see him up close. The nurses at the bassinet laugh and coo, oblivious to Theera, who starts weeping pitifully. Fat tears slide down the side of her face, wetting the starched white sheet beneath her head.

Ori is in the middle of the absolute emotional chaos around her. Theera crying, Dr. Loesch talking with his assistant about weekend plans, and the nurses with the baby, who have turned back at the sound of crying to glare at them judgementally. She can practically hear them now. Serves her right, their looks say. She deserves it. The rage congeals around Ori, settling itself in her throat. This feeling is exactly what had put her in this place to begin with and she knows she has to control it, use it somehow. She watches them place a little bracelet around the infant’s ankle and scan it into a datapad. They don’t bother with Theera. It dawns on her then that if she’s lucky - incredibly lucky - she can use the Empire’s obsession with order against them.

She makes her way over to the bassinet under the ruse of joining the indulgent cooing that is going on, trying not to throw elbows before she’s kicked out of the room. The little boy’s leg is caught for a heel stick an she gets her chance. The number on the leg band is just visible, only for a second. She sends a prayer up to the Manda that she gets it right.

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actowiz-123 · 2 years ago

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Scraping Booking.com price data for competitor analysis is a strategic move for businesses in the travel and hospitality sector. It provides insights into the pricing strategies of rival hotels and accommodations, enabling companies to make informed decisions about their rates and offerings. By monitoring and comparing the pricing landscape, businesses can stay competitive, adjust prices to attract customers, and enhance revenue management. Web scraping automates this process, allowing for real-time data collection and analysis, which is critical in an industry where prices can change rapidly. In essence, scraping Booking.com for competitor pricing data is an innovative and proactive approach to achieving a competitive edge in the market.

Unlocking Market Insights: Data Scraping from Booking.com for Research

Utilizing Booking.com data scraping for market research is a game-changer in understanding the dynamic travel and hospitality industry. Competitive advantages can be acquired by extracting information related to pricing, availability, and user reviews. This data provides insights into consumer preferences, pricing trends, and seasonal variations. Researchers and analysts can uncover patterns, helping industries adapt strategies and stay ahead of market shifts. The comprehensive data obtained through scraping allows for in-depth market analysis, equipping companies with valuable information to make informed decisions, launch targeted marketing campaigns, and improve customer satisfaction by aligning services with market demands.

Optimizing Inventory Control with Booking.com Data Extraction

Scraping Booking.com data for inventory management is a strategic approach for hotels and property owners. This process involves extracting real-time data on room availability, rates, and bookings. By monitoring their property listings and competitors, businesses can optimize pricing and occupancy, reducing the risk of overbooking or underutilizing assets. It allows for efficient control of room allocations, ensuring that rooms are overbooked and occupied, ultimately enhancing revenue and customer satisfaction. Web scraping automates these tasks, providing accurate and timely data to make informed inventory management decisions and maintain a seamless booking process for guests.

Strategic Booking Made Simple: Maximizing Opportunities with Booking.com Data Scraping

Scraping Booking.com data for booking optimization is a strategic approach to ensure travelers secure the best deals. By extracting real-time pricing and availability data, users can identify opportune moments to book accommodations at favorable rates. This data empowers travelers to make informed decisions, avoiding overpaying during peak demand. Additionally, businesses can optimize their pricing strategies by tracking and analyzing competitive rates, ultimately increasing occupancy and revenue. Web scraping provides the automation needed to monitor price changes, allowing travelers and businesses to capitalize on cost-effective booking opportunities and enhance their overall booking experience.

Strategic Insights: Booking.com Data Extraction for Benchmarking in Hospitality

Booking.com data extraction plays a pivotal role in hospitality industry benchmarking. It enables businesses to gather and analyze pricing, occupancy rates, and customer reviews from Booking.com and similar platforms. This data offers invaluable insights for evaluating a hotel or property's performance compared to competitors. Benchmarking helps refine pricing strategies, identify improvement opportunities, and enhance service quality. It also facilitates informed decisions based on the market's best practices. By utilizing web scraping for data extraction, the hospitality industry gains a competitive edge and the ability to adapt to evolving market dynamics effectively.

Data-Driven Insights: The Power of Booking.com Web Scraping in Predictive Analysis

Booking.com web scraping is a critical tool for predictive analysis in the travel and hospitality industry. Businesses can develop predictive models forecasting future trends and consumer behavior by extracting historical pricing and occupancy data. This information empowers hotels and travel agencies to make data-driven decisions regarding pricing, demand, and marketing strategies. Predictive analysis aids in optimizing room rates, maximizing occupancy, and enhancing overall revenue. It's a strategic approach to stay ahead in a highly competitive market, ensuring that accommodations are priced accurately and aligned with market dynamics, resulting in improved profitability and customer satisfaction.

Smart Travel Management: Utilizing Booking.com Data Scraping for Business Trips

Booking.com data scraping serves as a valuable resource for business travel planning. Companies can efficiently manage their corporate travel expenses by extracting real-time data on hotel availability, pricing, and amenities. This allows businesses to find accommodations that align with budget constraints and the specific needs of their employees. Real-time data ensures that travelers secure bookings in line with corporate policies, enhancing compliance and cost control. Additionally, it streamlines the booking process, making it more efficient and convenient. Overall, Booking.com data scraping is a strategic tool for companies seeking to optimize their business travel planning, ensuring a seamless and cost-effective experience for their employees.

Why Choose Actowiz Solutions for Scraping Booking.com Data?

If you're considering choosing Actowiz Solutions to extract hotel pricing data from Booking.com, here are some reasons to opt for our services:

Automation: We can set up automated scraping processes, saving you time and effort while ensuring your data remains up-to-date.

Confidentiality: Data security and confidentiality are paramount to us. We take all necessary precautions to ensure your data is handled with the utmost care and discretion.

Cost-Effective Solutions: We offer cost-effective solutions that provide value for your specific use case, ensuring a positive return on investment.

Customized Solutions: We tailor our scraping solutions to meet your unique requirements. Whether you need specific data fields, frequency of scraping, or advanced data analysis, our services can be tailored to your project's objectives.

Data Analysis: Besides data extraction, we offer data analysis services, helping you derive meaningful insights from the scraped data. This can be valuable for market research, competitor analysis, and more.

Data Quality: We prioritize data quality and accuracy. Our scraping processes ensure that the extracted data is structured, clean, and reliable, providing high-quality information.

Expertise: Actowiz Solutions boasts a highly skilled and experienced web scraping expert team. We possess in-depth knowledge of web scraping techniques and tools, ensuring accurate and efficient data extraction from Booking.com.

Legal and Ethical Compliance: Actowiz Solutions adheres to the legal and ethical guidelines of web scraping. We respect the terms of service of Booking.com and take data protection and privacy regulations seriously.

Ongoing Support: We provide ongoing support and maintenance for your scraping processes, adapting to changes in the target website's structure and ensuring the continued reliability of your data.

Scalability: Whether you have a small-scale project or require large-scale data collection, Actowiz Solutions can scale up or down per your requirements.

Conclusion

Opting for Actowiz Solutions for your requirements to extract hotel pricing data from Booking.com is synonymous with placing your project in the hands of a team of dedicated experts committed to providing top-notch, ethical, and effective web scraping solutions. We collaborate closely with you to grasp your goals and customize our services to align perfectly with your objectives. For more details, contact Actowiz Solutions now! You can also reach us for all your mobile app scraping, instant data scraper and web scraping service requirements.

FAQs

Below are several commonly asked questions (FAQs) regarding the extraction of price data from Booking.com.

Is it legal to scrape data from Booking.com for personal use or research?

Web scraping Booking.com may violate their terms of service. It's essential to review and respect their policies and terms. Always consider obtaining explicit permission or using publicly available data.

Can I scrape Booking.com for commercial or business purposes?

Scraping for commercial purposes is more likely to violate Booking.com's terms of service. It's crucial to respect their policies and explore legal data access options.

What tools or technologies are recommended for scraping Booking.com price data?

You can use web scraping libraries in Python like BeautifulSoup and requests for the scraping process. Tools like Selenium may be helpful when dealing with dynamic content.

How can I ensure my scraping activities respect Booking.com's policies?

Limit the frequency of your requests to Booking.com, use proper user agents, and avoid causing unnecessary server load. Always respect their terms and policies.

What data should I scrape from Booking.com for price comparison or analysis?

Common data points to scrape include hotel names, locations, prices, and other relevant information. Your choice of data may depend on your specific analysis goals.

How do I handle dynamic elements on Booking.com's pages, especially with price data loaded via JavaScript?

To handle dynamic content, you may need to use a headless browser automation tool like Selenium, which can interact with JavaScript-driven elements and retrieve the required data.

Are there any legal considerations when scraping Booking.com data for research or analysis?

Ensure that your scraping activities comply with data protection and privacy laws. Respect intellectual property rights, and never scrape sensitive or personal data.

What should I do if Booking.com changes its website structure or policies, affecting my scrapping process?

Stay updated with any changes to Booking.com's website structure or policies. Be prepared to adapt your scraping scripts accordingly.

How should I handle pagination when scraping multiple pages of hotel data from Booking.com?

You can handle pagination by identifying the following page URL and iterating through the pages in your scraping script. Ensure your code can handle different pagination formats that Booking.com may use.

Can I share or sell the scraped data obtained from Booking.com?

Generally, sharing or selling scraped data without permission can lead to legal issues. Always respect intellectual property rights and terms of service.

Are there any best practices for responsible web scraping when dealing with Booking.com or similar websites?

Best practices include:

Respecting website terms.

Avoiding excessive requests.

Using ethical scraping techniques.

Ensuring the data is used for legitimate and ethical purposes.

How can I ensure the accuracy and quality of the scraped data, especially for price comparison purposes?

Implement data cleaning and preprocessing steps to handle inconsistencies and outliers in the scraped data. Verify data integrity and quality regularly.

What steps should be taken to ensure data privacy and security when scraping and handling scraped data?

Implement data security practices, including encryption, access controls, and data anonymization, to protect the privacy and security of scraped data.

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Stock Rally Poses Question: When Does a Bull Become a Bubble? The bull market turned a year old on Tuesday, a testament to the unbridled enthusiasm that let investors shrug off the economic carnage of the pandemic and buy stocks — and pretty much anything else. Since the S&P 500 scraped bottom on March 23 last year, the blue-chip index has posted a rally of nearly 75 percent, even with a 0.8 percent fall on Tuesday. Tesla’s stock is up more than 650 percent, while true believers have pushed up shares of GameStop by over 4,500 percent. Bitcoin is booming, and so are even more esoteric assets like NFTs. It’s enough to pose a question that would have seemed unfathomable a year ago. “Is this a bubble?” said Garry Evans, chief strategist for global asset allocation at BCA Research. “I would say there are certainly pockets of the market that look bubbly.” Mr. Evans said he didn’t see “a generalized bubble” but believed that individual stocks — like GameStop, which was driven up in January by retail traders gathering on sites like Reddit — and cryptocurrencies were overvalued. “Those are definitely individual bubbles,” he said. Few on Wall Street will ever predict a broad-based bubble, the overenthusiastic rise of prices that can be ruinous to investors when they burst. So it’s remarkable that the b-word is on anyone’s lips when you consider the outlook a year ago. The stock market had plunged nearly 34 percent and finally bottomed out on March 23, 2020. The sell-off stopped only after the Federal Reserve took steps to cut interest rates almost to zero and restarted bond-buying programs that bought trillions of dollars in government-backed debt to get money flowing through financial markets. Stocks began climbing again, and accelerated as the government provided aid including expanded unemployment benefits and three rounds of direct stimulus payments worth as much as $3,200 a person. That spending gave investors a psychological lift. While the economy still looks weak, the flood of money — along with the rising number of vaccinations — has raised expectations for 2021 economic growth from 2 percent a year ago to 5.7 percent Tuesday, according to Bloomberg data. That suggests a rush of corporate profits — key drivers for stock prices — will follow. All that governmental support “gave the market confidence,” said Quincy Krosby, chief markets strategist at Prudential Financial. “They were quick. They were forceful. In every nook and cranny in the markets, they instilled confidence.” It also minted millions of new traders as stimulus checks helped touch off an increase in stock-buying by average investors. From the most recent round of stimulus alone, Deutsche Bank recently estimated, some $170 billion could flow into the stock market. “When you have this much free money sloshing around, it’s not surprising that it’s going to get into some very speculative places,” said Jason DeSena Trennert, chief executive of the institutional brokerage and research firm Strategas Securities. With commission-free stock trading and easy-to-use trading apps, individual traders have emerged as one of the key drivers of the stock market. Earlier this year, Goldman Sachs analysts estimated that these investors accounted for roughly 25 percent of trading activity, up from around 10 percent in 2019. Frequently Asked Questions About the New Stimulus Package How big are the stimulus payments in the bill, and who is eligible? The stimulus payments would be $1,400 for most recipients. Those who are eligible would also receive an identical payment for each of their children. To qualify for the full $1,400, a single person would need an adjusted gross income of $75,000 or below. For heads of household, adjusted gross income would need to be $112,500 or below, and for married couples filing jointly that number would need to be $150,000 or below. To be eligible for a payment, a person must have a Social Security number. Read more. What would the relief bill do about health insurance? Buying insurance through the government program known as COBRA would temporarily become a lot cheaper. COBRA, for the Consolidated Omnibus Budget Reconciliation Act, generally lets someone who loses a job buy coverage via the former employer. But it’s expensive: Under normal circumstances, a person may have to pay at least 102 percent of the cost of the premium. Under the relief bill, the government would pay the entire COBRA premium from April 1 through Sept. 30. A person who qualified for new, employer-based health insurance someplace else before Sept. 30 would lose eligibility for the no-cost coverage. And someone who left a job voluntarily would not be eligible, either. Read more What would the bill change about the child and dependent care tax credit? This credit, which helps working families offset the cost of care for children under 13 and other dependents, would be significantly expanded for a single year. More people would be eligible, and many recipients would get a bigger break. The bill would also make the credit fully refundable, which means you could collect the money as a refund even if your tax bill was zero. “That will be helpful to people at the lower end” of the income scale, said Mark Luscombe, principal federal tax analyst at Wolters Kluwer Tax & Accounting. Read more. What student loan changes are included in the bill? There would be a big one for people who already have debt. You wouldn’t have to pay income taxes on forgiven debt if you qualify for loan forgiveness or cancellation — for example, if you’ve been in an income-driven repayment plan for the requisite number of years, if your school defrauded you or if Congress or the president wipes away $10,000 of debt for large numbers of people. This would be the case for debt forgiven between Jan. 1, 2021, and the end of 2025. Read more. What would the bill do to help people with housing? The bill would provide billions of dollars in rental and utility assistance to people who are struggling and in danger of being evicted from their homes. About $27 billion would go toward emergency rental assistance. The vast majority of it would replenish the so-called Coronavirus Relief Fund, created by the CARES Act and distributed through state, local and tribal governments, according to the National Low Income Housing Coalition. That’s on top of the $25 billion in assistance provided by the relief package passed in December. To receive financial assistance — which could be used for rent, utilities and other housing expenses — households would have to meet several conditions. Household income could not exceed 80 percent of the area median income, at least one household member must be at risk of homelessness or housing instability, and individuals would have to qualify for unemployment benefits or have experienced financial hardship (directly or indirectly) because of the pandemic. Assistance could be provided for up to 18 months, according to the National Low Income Housing Coalition. Lower-income families that have been unemployed for three months or more would be given priority for assistance. Read more. Nikolaos Panigirtzoglou, a market strategist with J.P. Morgan in London, said the wave of investment activity sweeping the country was a glaring reason to worry that the rally could falter. U.S. households are now more heavily invested in stock than ever before, even during the peak of the dot-com bubble, he said. “If that goes away or reverses, then the equity market will have a problem,” he said. And on Monday, even a Goldman Sachs research note titled “Bubble Puzzle: A Guide to Bubbles and Why We Are Not in One” acknowledged that some indicators of retail trading activity were “worrying.” It mentioned the surging levels of daily trading in stocks and increased buying of tiny amounts of stock options by individuals. The conditions for a bubble are clearly present, said John D. Turner, a professor of financial history at Queen’s University Belfast. Mr. Turner recently co-wrote — along with his colleague William Quinn — a book titled “Boom and Bust: A Global History of Financial Bubbles.” To make them, he said, you need three key ingredients, plus a spark. The ingredients are ease of trading, access to credit, and mass speculation — all of which are in ready supply right now. The spark, he said, is the unknown factor. It could be a change in government policy, like the push to supercharge homeownership in the 1990s and 2000s. Or a major technological development, the way electrification contributed to a boom in the 1920s. So the conditions, Mr. Turner said, are all here. “It smells like a bubble,” he said. “If I had to put money on it, it looks like a bubble.” Source link Orbem News #Bubble #bull #poses #question #rally #stock

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