Character
OBJECTIVE II
Malrok Duskwell
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Fenn Stag
Rausgeber felt his heart racing as the slaves charged toward their enemy. As they entered the perimeter, despite being physically fitter than most the Admiral Regent pulled to the rear of the pack. Letting the first slaves agonisingly make contact. They were largely cut down, but their brute force, followed by an unrelenting second wave began to break the mercenary defenders to the mine. Armed with but a hydrospanner, Carlyle waited and picked a target of opportunity in the fray. He specifically eyed the gunner of a E-web turret, secluded by a barricade certainly. But alone, with the quality of the blaster clearly lacking as its operator frantically was looking to recycle the cells.
Brushing through the impending melee, even as the barbarous Mandalorian moved past him, Rausgeber leered on the hapless operator. The imbecile was frantically reaching to reconnect one of the cycling valves when Carlyle clambered up the makeshift barricade and leapt. The younger and armed merc grunted and wheezed as the hydrospanner connected with his cheap helm. To which Carlyle beat it again repeatedly. The nameless mook reached for his sidearm but Carlyle was relentless. An emaciated, albeit muscled arm clasped the young man's arm while his other landed blow after blow against his head.
The dirt which once a crisp black and charcoal thanks to the mine now ran red wtih blood. And Carlyle retrieved a fresh weapon. The guards' cheap vibroknife. Better than the now blunted and bloodied spanner by a spacers parsec.


Rausgeber felt his heart racing as the slaves charged toward their enemy. As they entered the perimeter, despite being physically fitter than most the Admiral Regent pulled to the rear of the pack. Letting the first slaves agonisingly make contact. They were largely cut down, but their brute force, followed by an unrelenting second wave began to break the mercenary defenders to the mine. Armed with but a hydrospanner, Carlyle waited and picked a target of opportunity in the fray. He specifically eyed the gunner of a E-web turret, secluded by a barricade certainly. But alone, with the quality of the blaster clearly lacking as its operator frantically was looking to recycle the cells.
Brushing through the impending melee, even as the barbarous Mandalorian moved past him, Rausgeber leered on the hapless operator. The imbecile was frantically reaching to reconnect one of the cycling valves when Carlyle clambered up the makeshift barricade and leapt. The younger and armed merc grunted and wheezed as the hydrospanner connected with his cheap helm. To which Carlyle beat it again repeatedly. The nameless mook reached for his sidearm but Carlyle was relentless. An emaciated, albeit muscled arm clasped the young man's arm while his other landed blow after blow against his head.
The dirt which once a crisp black and charcoal thanks to the mine now ran red wtih blood. And Carlyle retrieved a fresh weapon. The guards' cheap vibroknife. Better than the now blunted and bloodied spanner by a spacers parsec.