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Havoc Hits Charros IV

Lan Raegin

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Lan sat nestled quietly in the pilot seat of Havoc Squads personal Malos Class Gunship. The usually brown and gray vessel was painted sheer black, and was equipped with the bare minimum of stealth technology. This insure that Havoc squad wouldn't be easy to spot on approach, and more importantly could get away far easier than otherwise.

In the back of the ship sat the rest of Havoc squad, all nestled quietly in place and ready for the operation to go down.

It was a simple job this one, Havoc squad was being sent in to do the preparation for the inevitable war between the Sith and the Republic. Unlike the Jedi or the other unites of the Republic Havoc was no afraid to strike first, and that is exactly what they would be doing. Charros IV was a factory world that belonged to the Sith. It primarily produced droids and battle tanks, a vital thing for any war effort. Havoc was being sent in to destroy the primary refinery, and to do all the extra damage they could.

It was what they did best, and they were more than prepared to the the Job. Lan smirked slightly as the Daritha Time piece on his left wrist made a clicking noise, a second later the Malos Gunship dropped out of hyperspace, tumbling into the Charros system and blending seamlessly with the stars.

“15 minutes ETA!” Lan called into the back of the gunship. His squad would be ready, they'd do their job.
 

Kaiden Rohn

Fallen Soul
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Doc leaned forward, resting his rifle on the ground. He carried a carbine, and preferred to stay back and act more of a Marksman in combat than a heavily-armed room-wasting Commando that his fellow squadmates preferred to do. He leaned forward, feeling the gunship shake. He bounced his helmet in his hands, before sliding it down over his face. He felt like he wanted to talk to them about something, but he felt like it could wait until later.

"How much enemy resistance are we expecting, sir?"Doc said to his commander, placing both of his hands on top of his rifle. He blinked a few times, anticipating a heavier fight than normal, or less. Or maybe a stealth mission.

For once though, he wanted to talk it out.

@[member="Lan Raegin"]
 

Steph Zenima

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Steph Zenima looked ridiculous.

The pint-sized terror was decked out in her custom-made Havoc Squad armour, minus the helmet of course. It genuinely looked as if she were a child ready to go trick or treating, well, if it wasn't for the sledgehammer that rested at her feet. It was a weapon meant for business, still coated in the crust of old blood.

“Ah'll tak' em ah oan, ye ken?”

It could have been a boast, it could have been anything, Steph Zenima most often spoke in unintelligible garbles.

What she craved from the mission was violence, I mean, that was what they recruited her for. If you didn't treat the short woman as your own almost intelligent grenade then you were doing everything wrong. All that was left to do now was to wind up. With a little help from her friends. Just in case you're about as sharp as her in the brain department, this meant narcotic inspiration. Drugs. It's drugs, man.

When Doc wasn't looking, naturally.

@[member="Lan Raegin"], @[member="Doc"]
 

Halik Falkosi

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Halik Falkosi sat in the back on the gunship. A mission meant glory, but the Mandalorian was on edge. Nothing had been the same since Mandalore, and every mission no longer held the same kind of thrill it used to. Perhaps it was different because his new brothers in arms were not Mandalorians. However, they were not that different all things considered. In some ways, these men were better than his former people. In others they were not.

He could not think about it for long though. Instead he pulled aside one of his bracers revealing skin beneath. Out of one of his bandoleers he pulled a syringe looking thing. If they were fifteen minutes out then this was the perfect time. Slowly he injected the contents of the syringe, letting the stimulant flow into him. Mandalorians were not known to use things like this, but he was no longer fully Mandalorian. It would keep him calm in battle, more aware. The edge he had been feeling earlier quickly vanished as the liquid flowed through his veins. Halik was ready.
 

Soeht

Apparatus
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As Havoc Squad descended upon Charros IV, Darth Apparatus stood before t’leelek-f’lelek-t’th’ek - a Xi Charrian in charge of production for quite a few factory-cathedrals. They met atop one such factory-cathedral - Workshop Xfan. The meeting room seemed hardly accommodating for humanoids - as there were no seats for them. Yet, it seemed impeccably clean and sharp - living up to the Xi Charrian’s stereotypical precision.

The Xi Charrian, who was commonly known as Flelek by non-Xi Charrians, spoke in a rapid pattern of clicks and whistles.

The deal is simple,” replied Darth Apparatus, “We’ll provide you the assets you require - so long as you give us the products we need.

Once again, Flelek gave a whirlwind of buzzes and noises. Once the bug finished its statement, Darth Apparatus took several seconds of silence. He looked to the side for a moment. A black cloak and hood covered all of his body except his face - which was then covered by a crimson mask.

Then, Darth Apparatus turned back to Flelek and told it, “Acceptable. When do you require it?
 

Ravage

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In between two parallel mountain ranges, a thick fog smothered the deep valley. The valley reeked of dark side energies and corruption. The valley was the location of one of the largest lakes on the planet and in the depths of that corrupted purely black lake on the surface of Charros IV, Ravage rested and communed with the dark spirits. The vile, wretched cur slumbered within the pitch black, clouded waters of the lake.

Some Xi-Charrians had lost their lives when they came near the shores of the body of water. All torn apart by Ravage. His reasoning on the planet was unknown, as is his reasons for any planet. All is know is that wherever he appears, bloody and horrendous deaths are sure to follow.
 

Lan Raegin

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Lan pushed the gunship forward with the control yolk. The ship went into overdrive and its black engines exhaust pushed it forward, flipping it over and heading directly towards the darkside of Charoos IV. Havoc had planned this operation out quite well, and part of that plan was to come in when the refinery was in in the dark, mostly for the added benefit of stealth, though he doubted that would last very long.

Quickly the gunship soared through the atmosphere, the ship rushed through the air and quickly headed to the planets surface, going unnoticed against the black backdrop of the night sky.

They touched down only a mile out of the city limits, silently placing their gunship in a canyon where it would be safely concealed by natural foliage. “Alright boys and girls, lets do this.”

Lan spoke as he jumped out of the pilots seat, it was time to cause some Havoc.
 

Halik Falkosi

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Halik Falkosi shambled over to the edge of the gunship. As he did so he fastened the bracer back onto his wrist. "Let us bring the pain."
 

Dish

Bleeding Edge
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Stepping up to the ramp behind Halik, the clone was silent, the heavy blaster cannon slung across his shoulder as he looked onto the mountains that lay bellow them. Dish didn't say a word, and simply turned to @[member="Doc"] and gave his brother a nod, and that was absolutely it.
 

Steph Zenima

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What a dirty tease, @[member="Halik Falkosi"] was. Getting his stim thing on right in front of her feverish gaze. Steph Zenima: Crazy Eyes Part Two. The young woman craned her neck, leg jumping restlessly and then they touched down. It was time to move, to engage, to destroy.

One thing was missing.

Waiting until the squad had departed from the gunship, the woman unfurled her fingers, a small bag of Tempest nestled in her fist. A pick-me-up, a beat-you-up, a little bump in the night, a thump in your face. A line for the road.

Sniiiiifffffff!

The taste of the narcotics hitting the back of her throat was bitter but ultimately would have been worth it, she grabbed her sledgehammer and joined up with the rest of the squad. “Let's bloody dae it, ken!” she grunted through gritted teeth, rolling the handle of the hammer in her hands.

HavocBots, ROLL OUT.

@ARC-052 "Dish", @Lan Reaegin, @[member="Doc"]
 

Kaiden Rohn

Fallen Soul
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Doc said nothing as well, simply picking up his rifle and exiting the gunship. He stared at Steph for a moment, before narrowing his eyes. He couldn't do anything about it now, but he would definitely have a talk with her later. Doc rolled onto his knee, aiming down the sights of his rifle, an SA-80 that the OP was so keen to sell on the market. A slugthrower, because Doc liked them personally and also because if any forcies showed their ugly faces, it would absolutely ruin their day. And kill them. Mostly the killing part.

Doc seriously needed to consider psychological evaluations for the team, but was actually genuinely afraid to do so. He sighed beneath his helmet, gripping his rifle tightly before waiting for orders.
 

Lan Raegin

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(In an effort to bring more Aliens to SWRP i've retconned Lan into a Selonian please just roll with it)
“Alright Havoc, lets move.” Lan's voice broke through the silence of the gunship, and the clatter of armor getting slapped on and powerpacks thrown into blasters could be heard. He smiled slightly s he slipped on his own custom made helmets, his more sleek and long face requiring such a thing. He loved the Republic for working with him, and the armor that they had made him fit snuggly and tightly over his chest.

It was time to get to work.

With quick pattering foot steps Lan moved out of the gunship and into the dry air of Charros IV, taking deep breaths as he moved into the darkess of night. He gripped his blaster tightly between his paws as he began to move forward, signaling to the rest of his squad to move forward.

The refinery was only a mile or so away from here, and the trek wouldn't take much time. All of them had enough explosives to finish the job on their own, should they meet unfortunate end. Havoc always got the job done.
 

Kaiden Rohn

Fallen Soul
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Doc was one of the faster ones in the group, and reached the small overlook that made sure that they weren't seen. He took out a pair of binoculars, scanning the area for a moment. He waited until the rest of the squad was ready, and then turned to Lan, speaking quietly."A lot of sentries, and since some of them are droids, as soon as one of them goes dark they might alert the rest...I have an idea though."Doc turned and placed his rifle down on the ground."Me and someone else create a big diversion out at the front, I say Dish would be a good compliment. All the droids and the bad guys come to us...and you guys can get in there and blow it up. Dish and I can use our explosives to cause some damage to the guys coming at us. Then again, I am but a lowly medic, and am only offering a suggestion, sir."Doc added, quietly. Doc spoke differently than other clones, he was softer spoken and more empathetic in his word choice and persona. That didn't detract from the fact that, like all the other clones, he was one of the most formidable combatants to grace the galaxy at the present time.

He was just a bit nicer and maybe something more than other clones. He turned towards the others, sighing."Any other ideas?"He said with a smile behind his helmet.
 

Steph Zenima

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The immediate problem with having Steph Zenima on your squad was also known as Doctor Mundo's Law:

Stephanie Zenima goes where she pleases.

Although, she didn't rampage off into the night, tongue lolling out of the side of her maw. No no, the woman crept off, still spinning the handle of her hammer in her hands. They wouldn't have to fret, for she wasn't going to run screaming into the darkness attracting every single thing that would do her harm.

Not yet. At least.

Who could say what would occur when the blood lust hit hard, she end up perched on the roof of a factory howling to the galaxy's countless moons. This was most likely not what was going to happen. Violence, yes? Moon howling, not likely.

Not yet. At least.

To move away from this moment of deja vu, Steph prowled. Heart rate climbing. Pupils dilating. The sound of those half-rotted teeth grinding punctuating her approach. She longed for the day's first blood shed, come man, monster or machine. This is what she lived for.
 

Ravage

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The dark waters were no longer comfortable to the Sithspawn that laid within. Ravage crawled from the murky lake and ran off for the factory to meet up with @[member="Darth Apparatus"]. Low growling turned into revolting guttural sounds as Ravage's movement sped up.

Corrosive saliva flung to the ground as Ravage sprinted on all fours towards the facility. A rancid odor stopped Ravage in his tracks. It was horrid, disgusting, and repulsive. "Republic..." he growled. Ravage followed the smell to it's precise location. Ravage roared wickedly as he charged for the source of the smell.

Ravage's gaze came upon a sapphire aired woman that looked lost and dumbfounded. Perfect. Ravage crawled towards her, slowly, awaiting his chance to pounce. When he could, Ravage leaped for her, claws bared, tongue slinging from side to side, tendrils wildly swinging from his back. Ravage was prepared for supper.

@[member="Steph Zenima"]
 

Steph Zenima

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The tempest rampaging through her system was still building, the peak had not yet arrived. Soon. The woman's heart beat climbing, welcome to Adrenaline City, population: YOU. The narcotic drums of violence played the song of war in her mind. Fingers twitch. Jaw unhinged, dancing to a rave that nobody else could hear. If she didn't get to smash a face in soon the possibility of internal combustion would turn into reality.

You're not going to find Claire Redfield here.

The beast leapt. A surprise certainly, but a welcome one. Say, how do you like baseball? It's okay? A little boring for you? Well let me introduce you to the noble game of beastball, much like the tedious sport of baseball the object was the hit the ball (or in our case, the beast) with your bat (sledgehammer). No need to start running for bases however, just keep hitting that ball. Hit it until it breaks open and see what it's made of.

A surprise in every pack.

She stood her ground, swinging around her sledgehammer with that freak strength. The aim was to smack the creature right in the side of the head. Maybe even get a home run.

@[member="Ravage"]
 

Ravage

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Ravage's jaw stretched open, revealing his gnarly teeth and wicked tongue. To feast upon a republic pet's flesh would be something new to Ravage. Trying new things was always fun and exciting. Before he could taste her, however, he got a good lick from her sledgehammer, sending him spiraling to the ground behind her.

Ravage lifted himself from the ground as his jaw was somewhat dislocated. He took his clawed hand and replaced the bone, fixing it. "Rend and tearrr..." He hissed at her and his saliva came flying from his mouth straight at her. The sickly green spit flung through the air in large blobs of acid aiming for her direct area.

@[member="Steph Zenima"]
 

Steph Zenima

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Such a purty mouth.

The impact reverberated up the sledgehammer and the woman's arms. In terms of impact, this was massive. The woman practically exploded right there and then. Roaring out to high heaven. That was release. Violence was her sex. I mean, sure sex was also her sex. Spice too, but violence especially.

The tiny woman grinned, bearing those neglected teeth at her opponent. She wasn't at all frightening to look at from afar but when you got up and close, and saw those manic eyes deprived of fear second thoughts could be had.

Globs of spit were launched, usually Zenima was the one spitting at her enemies but this time the tables had been turned. She scampered off the the right but unfortunately wielding a sledgehammer did nothing for acceleration of self. A gob hit her forearm but she was more curious than disgusted.

Was she tripping balls? Or was her bracer slowly melting? Hurriedly the woman took her bracer off and threw it to the ground, face showing obvious signs of confusion.

“MIN, ARE YE GONNA REND 'N TEAR OR AR YE FRAKIN' GONNA SPIT AT MEH?!

@[member="Ravage"]
 

Ravage

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Ravage savagely roared at her with incredible intensity. If there were any nearby birds, they would be flying off now. Ravage sent another spray of spit her way, but ths time he'd follow close behind his acidic mist. Once the spit would hit it's target, Ravage would engage her head-on while his tendrils attempted to disarm her sledgehammer.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Ravage would try to claw at her armor while his teeth neared her skull. His clawed feet would keep him attached to her by digging deep into her armor, locking him there until he released. The tendrils tried hard to wrestle the sledgehammer away from her and hopefully, if he was able to latch onto her, his weight would be too much for her.

@[member="Steph Zenima"]
 

Steph Zenima

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Again, the acidic spit made an appearance but this time the creature came rampaging behind it. Instinctively, she threw up an arm to protect her face, unfortunately the woman brought up the wrong arm and his saliva met flesh. Steph hissed through gritted teeth as the vicious burn made itself known. The woman wasn't looking forward to inspecting that wound.

Like the galaxy's largest parasite it clung onto her, all claws and teeth everywhere. Zenima had to rear her head back sharply to avoid having her skull in his maw. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped onto her sledgehammer with frightening intensity. Unfortunately this came at the sacrifice of her armour and balance.

The thing's claws shredded at her chest plate, if she were to survive today then it would be known now that Steph Zenima was going to go through an atrocious amount of armour. It's weight was too much and she fell onto her back, still clutching onto her weapon for dear life.

“IF I KENT YE WERE UP FUR A SHAG, YE SHUD HUV JUS' SAID!” the woman grunted from gritted teeth.

@[member="Ravage"]
 
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