End of the line

[Azula Tindara]

It was never truly dark on Nar Shaddaa. It was never truly quiet either. The phrase “a city that never sleeps” applied to the small moon, and the city covered the entire surface. The moon that never slept. So even down at the lower levels, there were always fractal patterns of colours illuminating the superstructures as light filtered down from a thousand habitable levels. Of course, just a bit of light made the shadows even deeper.

On the opposite side of the street from the airspeeder with blacked out windows, a small orange glow appeared for just a moment.

“Could you put that out?” whispered one of the mercenaries angrily. Thrukk grunted, and extinguished the cigarra. He’d worked for Saeva Inc. a few times before, but this was the first time he’d set them up with a job. He always enjoyed working with them, but he wasn’t certain the feeling was mutual. It was probably their name. Specifically the “Inc.” bit. People with “Inc.” at the end of their name probably expected a degree of professionalism beyond what Thrukk usually offered.

Two men, their repeating pistols barely concealed in their jackets, stepped out of the building on the far side of the street. They took a good look around, before waving out two droids. Each droid carried a bulging suitcase, the kind families used to take a week or two of belongings on holiday. The cases were quickly stuffed into the speeder, before one of the armed men took the passenger seat and the air speeder took off.

They had no interest in stopping the air speeder. A hundred kilos of whatever they were producing would easily have paid for the mercenaries around the hulking hutt enforcer. However, they were not here to steal a few bags of product. They were here to burn one of the Red Raven’s production facilities to the ground, before disappearing into the Nar Shaddaa underworld.

“Weel that's us up 'en isnae it wee jimmies?” Thrukk said, in what he clearly thought was a whisper.



[member="Kiran Vess"]
@Hutt cartel members
[member="Red"] Raven members

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis arrived a little after Thrukk, choosing to come as a representative of The Jackals, "You Thrukk?" Thraxis inquired, in a calm quite voice, strange to his normal outspoken, brash and overall reckless nature, "If so, what are we doing specifically?" he continued in his calm voice.

As Thraxis listened he heard the words Jimmies muttered, Thraxis started to think to himself, who is Jimmie, how was he involved in all of this? Maybe he was the undercover spy that had snitched on the Hutts little infiltration. Or did this go deeper, did Thrukk harbor some sort of ill-gotten grudge towards Jimmie, or mayhaps Jimmie was some sort of Jedi here to stop our criminal activities. Though he quickly dismissed these ludicrous ideas, looking to [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] he inquired once more, "So... who is this Jimmie fellow?" he said in that same calm quit voice to prevent the arousal of attention.

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Tiali arrived a little after Thraxis, choosing to come as a representative of well himself.

Tiali was wearing his custom made Urban camo suit Mk-I his visor covering his face vibroblades on the top side of his forearms and awrist mounted sonic pistol on his right under forearm. The tikulini leather covering most of his body with durasteel helmet, shoulder pads and chest guard. His belt had an assortment of grenades and a JT-12 jetpack attached to his back. to the lower parts he wore magno-grip boots, with two LL-30 pistols either side of his thighs.

Walking to the other two "Hi, what are we doing? and is the pay good?" He takes up the closest seat he can find.

Tiali listen quietly to the conversation "Yeah who is Jimmie?" his voice calm with a curious tone to it.

[member="Thraxis"]
[member="Thrukk Gulpdar"]

 

[Ashalah Ky]

Ashalah was next to arrive. She stepped up to the others, noting that she was the only female. "Hello, gentlemen," she spoke with an air of confidence and importance, as she should. She was a representative of one of the most powerful syndicates in the galaxy, not to brag or anything. "I am a representative of the Hutt Cartel. Sempra sent me." That would be enough to quench any suspicions or questions, but if one of them asked for identity, she would lower her hood, exposing her identity. "You can call me Ash."

She picked up words of conversation from the others, including queries of payment and inquiries into the identity of a Jimmie. She did not care much for the latter, but the former did intrigue her.

[member="Thrukk Gulpdar"]
@Thraxis
[member="Tiali Orazio"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

He personally hadn't worked with Thrukk before.

The massive alien was an out-contractor. He was technically employed by Saeva and had access to its resources, but he didn't live in Saeva tower and he didn't really follow the more coded aspects of the PMC. Of course Kiran didn't really mind that. Those that were directly employed by Saeva often had less flexibility to them, Thrukk didn't have that problem.

Kiran was dressed in his usual armor, the Saeva Incorporated logo bright burning on its chest, three slashes dotted with skulls throughout. This blaster was on his thigh, a beskar knife clung to the small of his back, and a massive sniper rifle was slung onto his back. There was no air of subtlety for Kiran Vess.

He didn't particularly care about the details of the mission.

Thrukk had already informed him what he would be doing, and he had already been told of the pay. Those two things were really all that Kiran cared about. Of course, he could have brought more than himself, but that seemed entirely unnecessary. Laguz was still somewhere in Primeval space, Xo was off spying on the Republic, and the rest of his forces were quashing some rebellion in the outer rim.

Truth was, he really only needed himself.

 

[Azula Tindara]

[member="Thraxis"]
[member="Kiran Vess"]
[member="Ashalah Ky"]
[member="Tiali Orazio"]

“Reit 'en,” Thrukk sighs, frustrated that once again no one seemed to be able to understand him. He cleared his throat and put on his very best upper-class Eriaduan accent. “If it wouldn’t be too much both old bean, I would be awfully grateful if you’d join me in crossing the street, killing everything that moves and burning the place to cinders?”

There was a click as he primed his cannon. Without even taking his eyes off the group, he fired a shell across the open-air street with a thunderous boom. As it hit the building on the opposite side, the he-ex shell blossomed into a raging fireball. Debris was scattered into the air, several chucks of the side of the building falling to the depths below.

“Spiffing!” Thrukk shouted, with a broad grin, still using his faux-posh accent. “Up and at them! Hurrah!”

The shield drone hummed into life, floating over their heads to come down on the walkway across the street. It projected a shimmering blue shield to safeguard their crossing. Afterall, this was Nar Shaddaa, and it was a long way down if the walkway got destroyed.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

It would seem that Cadan had arrived at the perfect time. Everyone was about to move out.

The pirate approached, he wore Red Raven Shot Caller Armor, the armor looked like it was kept in the best condition, with only a few cuts and scrapes on it, it also had The Jackals logo on the left breast plate. The armor was what was left from The Jackals once good friendship with the Ravens.

Wrapping itself around his armor was a brown trench coat, the coat itself was once a fine piece of fabric, but now it was almost as run down as an old slave. The coat was severely burnt and carried multiple bullet holes and stains. Strapped to his right thigh was a DL-18, the words "Sunshine" could bee seen sketched into the handle.

He wore two wrist mounted weapons, on his left wrist a M99 Rocket system and on his right a CZ Wrist-Mounted Flame Projector. A Red Raven Gauss Rifle equipped with an Augmented Shooting Tool, was strapped around Cadan's back via leather strap.

To those that didn't know Cadan, they might think that he was a Red Raven member as he approached the small group as silently as possible.

[member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] [member="Kiran Vess"] [member="Ashalah Ky"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis stood up, his voice changing rapidly, it seemed that Stealth was not apart of this mission. "Then lets blow 'em to pieces! Charge forward, let us tear it from the bottom up!" he yelled, there was no need for stealth this round of battle. Just the way Thraxis loved it.

Thraxis pulled his hand to his belt, pulling out both his Twin Heavy Blaster pistols, it had been a long time since he ha held the twins in his hand, it had only been one of the twins in his hand and a sonic pistol in the other, though this time did not call for it, this time, it was nothing more ten extermination, one of his favorite past times, as well as his forte.
[member="Tiali Orazio"]
[member="Thrukk Gulpdar"]
[member="Kiran Vess"]
[member="Ashalah Ky"]
[member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Tiali continues to sit where he was, looking around to anybody still in the small group. In a doubtful tone "So we are getting paid for this?" his question was directed at anyone paying attention to the group.

Tiali Stands up with the others "I guess i'll find out."

And seemingly to be the only person to notice Ash's entrance "Oh so your the new person. I don't know if you have anybody before but" He begins to point out who everybody is "That's [member="Thraxis"], Thrukk or something I think that's the name, The man who just walked in is [member="Cadan Tazi"]" He points at them everytime he mentions them "and that guy." He points to [member="Kiran Vess"] not knowing who he is.

"Anyway let's go cause some havoc."

[member="Thrukk Gulpdar"]

 

[Azula Tindara]

[member="Kiran Vess"]
[member="Tiali Orazio"]
[member="Thraxis"]
[member="Cadan Tazi"]
[member="Ashalah Ky"]

Two enforcers had appeared in the hole blown out of the wall of the drug factory. However, Thrukk had already started to accelerate. It took more than a few strides for the massive houk to get up to speed; accelerating nearly four hundred kilos of muscle was a serious effort. As the pair of humans stared out into the street, they saw Thrukk pounding across the bridge too late. Their repeating pistols were brought up, but he was already on top of them.

"Surprise!" he shouted. His shoulder slammed into the first of them, barely arresting his momentum. His right claw shot out, the huge appendage clamping down on the other guard's head and dragging him along for the ride. Thrukk carried on his charge until he hit the wall opposite him, using the first human to cushion the impact. There was a loud series of cracks as he was crushed to near-death. He slammed the second human into the wall. There was a satisfying crack as something broke. Humans were such tiny and frail creatures.

Thrukk turned to look at his surroundings. There were one wide expanse, covered in sealed units where drugs were made. A serious of mez floors that spanned five levels were connected by a maze of walkways. He saw many more guards rushing across these, and passing weapons between them. The fun starts! he thought to himself.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

"Yes, I am Cadan." Cadan said as he watched Thrukk trample and destroy two poor humans. With a sad sigh Cadan pulled a cigar from his top pocket and went to place it into his mouth. Only to be stopped by a soft 'thud' as the cigar hit the mouth piece of his helmet. "Kark." The pirate said as he began to move towards Thrukk.

Cadan made it to Thrukk and he too saw the guards coming. Cadan swung around his gauss rifle and had release three shots before the first one caught a guard in the leg. The second got one in the stomach. The last shot hit a guard in the chest, sending him down to the ground, where he lay still.

"Want a cigar?" Cadan said as he held one out to Thrukk, still aim his rifle towards the guards.

[member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Kiran Vess"] [member="Ashalah Ky"]

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

[member="Cadan Tazi"]

"Hah, noo that's th' spirit!" Thrukk laughed. He pulled his vibramace from his back. Weighing over twenty kilos, the average human would tire of carrying it for a few minutes, let alone swing it. Thrukk tossed it around like a wooden training sword. Placing one foot in the small of the back of his first victim, who was still squirming and moaning, he raised it above his head. It came down swiftly. There was a crack as it connected with the base of the Raven enforcer's skull, and he stopped moving. Quick, efficient and practised, Thrukk had done such a thing a hundred times in the pit.

He took the offered cigarra and lit it. "Fetch th' gas!" he shouted, referring to the cannisters of flammible liquid he'd brought. "Torch this place tae th' groond!"



[Assume this is Thrukk, used the wrong account!]