Blackwater

[Zoltan Rarsk]

BLACKWATER
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On the crowded and overpopulated world of Irith, chaos rules the streets. Local gangs have taken over the few water filtration facilities from the Hutt Lords, causing the world to devolve madness. Reaper Company has been contracted to eliminate the gangs from the area, without damaging the facilities.​

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[member="Alatar Istari"] [member="Philip Rock"] [member="Glaze Starchaser"] [member="Ragnall Kleiss"]​

 

[Philip Rock]

"Work, you piece of chit! WORK!"

Philip was hitting the various gears and winches on the loading ramp on his old HWK-class ship with a hydrospanner, trying to unclench it. It wouldn't budge, not letting the man get off of his ship. Great. Yet another beautiful aspect of the Sithspit, his piece of chuba flying tin can that was the equivalent of piloting a bantha.

"WORK!!!"

With an almighty hit, the mechanism finally jumped to life, lowering the landing strip and allowing Rock to descend. He observed his handiwork for a moment, muttering to himself.

"You always make me get mad at you. You know I don't like hitting you."

Rock then threw the hydrospanner back into a toolbox and exited the ship, breathing in the stench of desperate living and decay. Mmm. Smelled like home to him. Mom's stained clothes and Dad's spice cakes.

Just like home.

The scruffy spicehead belched loudly and looked around, pulling his noxious white shirt down in a vain attempt to rid the wrinkles. He was in a crowded space station, where various workers were going along their day doing chit. Not important. What was important was finding Skull Face.

Now. Where was that disfigured devil?

[member="Zoltan Rarsk"]

 

[Natevess]

Ragnall's ship had entered the atmosphere and landed smoothly in the space station. We was hoping the fact that his ship was the only one that wasn't in some state of disrepair wouldn't gather some unwanted attention, but he was sure his armaments would draw more attention. He was dressed in a grey-blue matching pair of slacks and a long sleeved shirt, had a set of dark orange shoulder plates on, a set of green gauntlets, a silver jetpack, a dark green cuirass, and a set of dark orange knee plates. He was also wearing a brown cloth belt with several pouches, one of had six thermal detonators in it. Hidden inside his gauntlets were four small wrist rockets as well. He also had a vibroblade and pistol attached to either hip, an assault rifle holstered next to the jetpack on his back, and a sniper holstered sideways under the jetpack.

Putting on his helmet, which had a built in respirator, he walked away from his ship to find his allies. Specifically, Skullface. On his way, he seen Rock. While he didn't particularly enjoy interacting with spiceheads, he was stuck with this one. Walking up to him, he spoke, "Hey, Rock. You seen Skull Face?"

 

[Philip Rock]

Philip hissed underneath his breath to the man, voice tinged with anger.

"T-Boss, nerf herder. Use our CCs. You don't know who's watching."

He then looked around briefly before his sunken eyes turned back to the man in front of him. Ragnall.

"I'm pretty sure he said to meet him here. Just stick with me, ok, pumpkin? Tell me about yourself. Where are you from, huh? What branch, what faction?"

He then continued to glance around for Skully while listening, interest not shown but still there.

[member="Ragnall Kleiss"]

 

[Zoltan Rarsk]

Zoltan muttered curses under his breath as he watched T-Boss and Arsenal move around the spaceport, awaiting for his arrival. "Both of you should be ashamed, you should know that I almost never take place in field operations. I provide Comms Support and Intel, not firepower you buffoons!" Zoltan scolded, his voice crackling to life over the communications system. He rapidly rubbed his temples, annoyed at the two operatives mistake. They were rookies, but this would lead to death if it continued.

"Now, let me debrief the both of you: Local street gangs have struck at the Hutt Lords ruling the world who had recently begun taxing them and collecting drug revenues that used to go directly to the gangs. They had enough and quickly secured the water filitration facilites that supply the whole planet with clean drinking water. The Hutts hired us to move in fast, kill the rebels, all without damaging the facilities, or Irith will begin to collapse in on itself and the Hutts will have our heads. Are we clear?" Zoltan asked.

[member="Philip Rock"] [member="Ragnall Kleiss"] [member="Alatar Istari"] [member="Glaze Starchaser"]

 

[Natevess]

Ragnall was caught a little off guard by Rock's sudden anger, but he shrugged it off and remembered to call him by his CC. Inside his helmet his features hardened at T-Boss' inquiry about his past. Looking T-Boss in the eye he spoke, "I don't know. All I remember about my past is that I was trained to kill. I'm an assassin. I woke up on some backwater with all of this custom gear. Even my ship. I seen an advertisement for 'Soldiers Without a Cause' and realized it fit me perfectly. That's how I ended up here. What about you? You seem to have quite a history. Tell me about it."

 

[Natevess]

His comm line suddenly crackled to life and Ragnall jumped upon hearing Zoltan's voice. As he finished speaking Ragnall simply replied with "Understood." before going back to waiting for T-Boss' answer to his question.

He was also waiting for his two other colleagues to arrive.

 

[Glaze Starchaser]

"S'not their fault, Skully. Normally I'd have assumed that the best way in and out on this job would be making ourselves as loud as possible. Kinda counterintuitive."​

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Glaze's voice came through the mic after Zoltan finished his explanation. This was really beginning to sound less like a combat mission and more like an assassination. Just as well that his ice shaping was relatively low on collateral damage, then. His Action VI transport, Hoarfrost landed smoothly in a hidden hangar that had been set aside for it.​

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"Alright, I'm on the ground. I see T's crap-bucket and the amnesiac's shiny armor. Makin' my way over."​

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[member="Ragnall Kleiss"] [member="Zoltan Rarsk"] [member="Philip Rock"]​

 

[Philip Rock]

"I'm a slum kid. I joined the Sith to not starve and to fly ships. Didn't work out. I got discharged by some schutta for psychological reasons. Stupid bi-"

Philip's comm cracked to life and he listened intently to everything spoken, grumbling to himself.

"Stupid, stupid. Why didn't you-ah, never mind. We're clear, Skully. And thanks for the karking compliment, Blueblood. She's a scrap heap, but she's my scrap heap."

He then looked at Arsenal expectantly, seeing by his reaction if his answer was satisfactory.

[member="Glaze Starchaser"] [member="Ragnall Kleiss"] [member="Zoltan Rarsk"]

 

[Natevess]

Ragnall was unsure whether he should take offense to Glaze's amnesiac comment, so he just shrugged and turned back to T-Boss. He didn't seem like he had the easiest life. He gave T-boss a sympathetic nod before opening his comm line and asking Skull Face, "Isn't somebody else supposed to be showing up?"

 

[Zoltan Rarsk]

Zoltan groaned, and answered Ragnall. "​​Yes, but apparently they're a no show. Move on with the mission. The first facility should be up ahead." S​kull Face announced to all over the comms,

He watched in upon the facility via one of his probe droids, and was met with dozens of poorly-armed guards walking around with Czerka Rifles. "​Czerka? Hmm, thought they didn't trade with the Hutts anymore. Must be supplying the rebels to get their routes back." Z​oltan muttered. He sent a notification to all to motion for them to move ahead. "Move! Blueblood, get in gear and get a move on! Arsenal, T-Boss, make your way to the facility, dead ahead." Z​oltan instructed.

[member="Ragnall Kleiss"] [member="Philip Rock"] [member="Glaze Starchaser"]