A local gang has gotten out of hand and the government of Nadiem has asked the Republic Remnant to lend a hand. For weeks now, locals have been complaining of an increasing amount of harassment from a group of criminals who were suspected to be growing spice- until recently, they have been leaving the locals well enough alone. However, recently- the spice dealers have grown violent, committing acts of theft, burglary, vandalism, and destroying property. The locals want them taken care of before someone gets hurt.
Locate and eliminate key targets. Link up with local leaders to determine location of spice dealers in the AO.
Suspected to be close to 40 hostiles in an undetermined location. Neutralize with extreme prejudice.
The ride to Nadiem was quiet, each member of the selected team, a mix of Razor and Republic soldiers each fulfilling a different entity. For Setter, he was acting as the team lead. As soon as their dropship landed, they were quickly moving their way into the town. They were to meet Froya, what Setter would amount to a mayor of sorts in the heavily-privatized farmland of Nadiem. Nadiem had no real central government, they were loyal to the Republic Remnant but they weren't exactly electing representatives for every farming community that existed on the planet. Setter didn't blame them either. He wouldn't want a government that was hundreds of miles away and not involved with his business at all to be determining what he did with his time.
Plus, it seemed a little arbitrary with the amount of people that were on the planet to have a large, centralized government. Made sense to have small, local leaders like Froya. From what he was told, he was to rendezvous with Froya at her house, in the center of the town. Froya requested that they come under the cover of darkness as to not disturb the townspeople, and to keep their presence unknown from the spice dealers that were in the town.
Setter was on point, his eyes veering left to right. They were approaching Froya's house, close to about a hundred meters or so. To his left, he saw a tavern, or a bar, or whatever equated to that on this backwater planet. On his right, was obviously a brothel of some kind. If he was to find any of the spice dealers, criminals or ne'er-do-wells that were upsetting these nice people, well it was going to be in one of those places.
Clutching the suppressed rifle close to his plate carrier, he made his way towards Froya's home.