Ruus Kote
Strill Securities Alor'akaatse
BRIIKASAK
Immediate Friendly Forces: Four fellow Strill Securities Jurkad Verde
Location: Abregado-Rae, Le Yer, leaving Njinska's Tavern
Tag(s):
Shalita Verd
Shalita Verd
- Armor:
- Weapons:
- B-01M Beskad
- M-06S 'Skirata' Mra'jitr (2)https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/breshig-war-forge-consolidated-rp-05a-ripper-pistol.134955/
- RP-05A Ripper Pistol w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' Short Range Optic
- AR-2CQB Verpine Assault Rifle w/ UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher and 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' Medium Range Optic
- Implants:
Abregado-Rae was a core world. Only it was unlike any other core world that Ruus had ever been on. It wasn't quite chaavla, but it was rough enough that Ruus, Janar, Aamer and Mirta didn't feel out of place on the street. He'd seen all sorts at the supposed sea resort, from smugglers to obvious mercenaries and bounty hunters. Most of the visitors from off planet seemed oblivious, though there were those that cast knowing glances, either because they were in the same business or because they recognized what business that they were in. Still, it was a CIS world. He had no doubt that the planetary government was still right at the top of the food chain.
"Two more days of fresh gi, good gal and absolutely shabla nothing to do? Why'd it take this long for us to take a vacation?", asked Mirta Kyrr, commander of Shereshoy mechanized infantry battalion. Her helmet was off, and she was getting through her skewer of some sort chargrilled local seafood at an alarming rate. "It's no Dagata, sure, but it's still nice." She paused for a moment, in contemplation or perhaps to savor her food, Ruus wasn't quite sure, and then added, "Any chance you've talked to the alor about getting us a rotation on Dagata again, Ruus?"
Ruus chuckled. He enjoyed Dagata as well. So did Rav and the ade. They'd made their home there for a reason. Though he wasn't home nearly as much as he'd like. Truth was he didn't ask. It wasn't fair. It was their job to go where the company needed them to. It wasn't about professionalism anymore, most of the sector was employed by Breshig War Forge Consolidated or by Strill Securities. What was good for the company was what was good for the survivors of Breshig. That much was true. Rav liked his attitude on the matter even less than Mirta or the others did. They missed their families, and in times like this, it was only natural to. The long deployments didn't help.
"Next I get the chance, I will," he lied. He could already tell that Mirta was about to call him on his lie, they'd served together for long enough and lost enough credits to each other that she could tell when he was lying with no small amount of ease. Thankfully, however, his com beeped. It was an automated forward of a protection contract, one apparently that apparently paid well enough to cover fuel costs for the trip back to the fleet and the rest of their stay here, even if the company wasn't covering it, which they were. Refusing the contract was stupid. "You know, vode, the only thing that'd make this vacation better is if we got to shoot a shabuire or two as well."
"Eh, I was getting bored of doing nothing anyway," shrugged Aamer, chambering a round into his RR-04B Ripper Rifle. "And shab, if it pays as well as it says it does, I see no reason not to take the job." Following a quick exchanged glance with Ruus, he turned and glanced at Mirta. Janar did the same. Ruus was smiling under his helmet as he turned and glanced at Mirta.
"Shab are you all looking at me for? Who said we couldn't shoot shabuire on our vacation?" she asked, drawing her FL-01 Verpine Shatter Flechette Launcher. Ruus let out an amused chuckle, and began leading them in the direction of where their employer was holed up, which was apparently, the Le yer Luxury Hotel and Resort. There was some logic to hiding somewhere a lot of people could potentially witness a crime, but at the same time, there were safer places to hide, even on Abregado-Rae. With crowds like that, it wouldn't be hard for things to happen and people not to notice. Then again, he didn't expect too much more from the daughter of a shipping magnate.
It didn't take them long to get there, people generally tended to move out of the way for armed Mandalorians, even on a planet like this. Hotel security let them right through once they flashed their CIS IDs, and even before weren't quite in the mood to deal with four heavily armed and armored Mandalorians. Few people were. It helped, that they'd also been informed ahead of time of their arrival. Ruus knew from experience, that usually didn't meant too much. All it took was one overzealous shabuire for there to be a problem. Fortunately, this time, there was none. They were on their way up with no further issues.
It was only once they were off the elevator that Ruus began to see the problems. The air stank of ozone; the tell tale sign of blaster fire. Ruus and the others immediately stacked up inside the elevator, with Mirta only stepping out on his signal. One by one, they moved out of the elevator, making sure to cover each other. He caught sign of two guards outside the suite they were supposed to meet their client in. The blaster bolts in their chests and half-drawn blasters indicated they didn't even have the chance to fire off a few shots back at their assailant. Whoever this was, they were good, which only meant their job was going to be a lot harder.
The door was open, and the place looked like a battlefield. Fine crystal decanters of expensive whiskey had been smashed, there was plaster lying all over the ground, broken glass everywhere. It was a shabla mess. There were two more dead guards inside. They had died recently too, smoke still wafted up from the blaster wounds on their chests. There was no sign of their client anywhere. Worst part, Ruus suddenly got an uncomfortable feeling that they were no longer alone.
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