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Havoc

Steph Zenima

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The atmosphere on the upper levels of Nar Shaddaa had changed, the rampant debauchery of it all had taken a hit and order seemed to be on the cards. If one were to take a trip down to the poorer sectors of the moon then they'd find that change was not present there but that was a task nigh-impossible. However, our story does not begin down in the filth-encrusted depths, we start at the top where the local crime lords were suddenly rather difficult to locate and the usual scum stepped with a touch more caution than they usually did.

Except for one.

Nature's accident Steph freakin' Zenima stomped through the wary streets of the recently conquered moon, her sledgehammer grating across the floor as she dragged it in caveman fashion. She had been sober for fourteen hours. There had been crackdowns, spice is evil, spice is killing the people, they were trying to kill the flow.

This was not appreciated.

Truth be told if the woman just went to the lower levels to get that fix then this problem would have been solved but this was supposed to be Nar Shaddaa, you were supposed to be able to get spice anywhere you bloody well pleased! Vendors were supposed to pour out of the very grates promising ecstasy in power, pill or liquid. This Nar Shaddaa was wrong, it was dirty.

A robbery was on the cards, it was just a matter of finding the right mark.

So it was a pity that her victim had been well-meaning. Understandable really, the woman looked under-fed, unwashed and unaware of her surroundings. He had assumed her to be a slave, one who escaped in the wake of the chaos that the Jedi had caused. The sledgehammer had been her protector. He could have helped her.

Steph Zenima took one look at him and gave into a different kind of craving.

For a woman that looked so weary she was swift, once second her hammer was being hauled across the floor as if it was Thor's, the next it was swooshing upwards through the air at a frightening speed. He was looking forward to a new Nar Shaddaa, he only wanted to help her, he was so unprepared for the attack that he bit through his own tongue as the sledge kissed his chin in a devastating uppercut.

He lay on his back gargling, probably for help.

The sledgehammer ended it quickly as it came down upon his head, painting her weapon in brand new crimson. As if a murder hadn't even taken place, the pint-sized woman crouched down and started rifling through his pockets. Was there any spice to be found?

“Bugger.”
 

James Parker

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"Why that wasn't very nice!" a voice rang out as a man stepped out of the shadows puffing on a cigarette. He wore an orange jumpsuit that had a few dried blood stains on it while he stared at the grizzly murder. "Such a waste, you could of tortured him first or at least built it up a bit! Honestly you kids these days have no class." The man began to chuckle slowly then it began to pick up as he began to laugh wildly as she looted the dead body looking for spice. "YOU COULD OF KILLED HIM SLOWER BLED HIM DRY AND HAVE HIM BEG!" The man screamed and cackled with laughter restraining himself afterwards "You want spice? I have spice."

Quickly Parker reached back and grabbed a duffel bag and threw it towards the woman's feet, it was an entire duffel bag filled with spice freshly stolen from a black sun lab that was no longer standing. "It's yours, the stuff turns you into a psycho anyway." the man laughed as he slipped something out of his pocket that looked to be a lighter. "It's yours, take it."
 

Steph Zenima

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Whoa.

All aboard the Psycho Train, you can pay in severed limbs and faeces, choo choo mothertruckers.

She shot the mental man a feral stare, “Div ye ken how hard it is tae bleed somewan wie a hammer?” No, she didn't have special needs. Well, actually upon contemplation there was a good chance that the woman had serious brain damage, acute mental problems and therefore special needs. Her garbled dialect was rather difficult for the average bear to understand.

Jackpot.

Spice city. Was it true? Is this real life? Well it's obviously not real life but they don't know that. There was no thought, no logic, no consequences. When presented with a duffel bag filled to the brim with spice there was only one option. Facedive, into the night of your life...and that's exactly what she did.

An impressive inhale, jolly great granules fleeing everywhere. Spice: not just for the nostrils any longer. In her eyes, her mouth and don't ask me how but I think there was some in her ears.

She would have engaged the generous stranger in more savage conversation but I'm afraid the epic nosebleed was about to rain down on the ground of Nar Shaddaa.
 

Halik Falkosi

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Halik Falkosi trudged through the streets of upper Nar Shaddaa. The bright lights played havoc with the sensor displays of his HUD. The technology within the helmet was good but not as refined as that of the Mandalorians. He missed his old Mandalorian armor but they were a lost people. Mandalores couldn't seem to stay in power and repeatedly they had to lean upon the Republic aid for help. If the Republic and the Jedi were better warriors then it was them that he decided to seek glory with. It did not take long for them to decide to take his talents and put them in the newly reformed Havoc Squad.

First major action that Havoc Squad was put into. Nar Shaddaa. He had expected to battle on its streets during the invasion but the Republic had negotiated that the Suns just leave the planet. However, the planet still had plenty of problems as the Republic worked with the local Hutt leaders. The streets were chaos. As such, Havoc Squad was being used at this time to do some of the police work in harder sectors to crack. Not the glory he had been seeking, but it was glory he would take.

He touched the side of his helmet as a beep rung in it. "Command this is Shambler."
"Lost contact with a Jedi in sector 1138. Look into it."
"10-4." Coordinates appeared on the overhead map in his HUD. With that he began to move towards the area. Others in his squad would likely begin moving that way soon.
 

James Parker

Member
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Hey she posts like us! I like it, it's so hard to see people who do this now of days! "You said it right voice in my head!" Parker spoke out aloud to himself and chuckled, "So the spice is nice yes? Well here's the fun part about that, your about to have a bad day." Parker lifted the object in his hand that looked like a lighter revealing it to be a small detonator. This should be fun, let's see how this works out. Pressing the button on top the bag of spice blew up in the woman's face. Luckily it was only a small charge, not enough to seriously injure anyone but enough to make it rain burning spice particles up and down the ally. No doubt the small boom could be heard from a distance. "The good lord giveth and the psycho taketh away!" the man laughed at the woman smiling from ear to ear, oh how fun it was to pick on junkies with a problem. "If you want the other half it will cost you. I'm not the damn candy man." Parker chuckled moving closer to the woman giggling and looking down at her
 

Alan

Blessed are the peacemakers
Writer
There was a thundering clapping noise from the small ledge above James Parker and the junkie girl. Tracyn had heard the call, and felt the snuffing of a life in a place that was recently, relatively peaceful. He used the force to makes his claps thundering and loud, and he stared at the two junkies below him. One, a high of spice, and one, a high of violence. He would end them both. The blood on her hammer was evidence enough."I think, it would be very wise, for you to surrender, right now."He said, growling a bit beneath his words. His arms were crossed, and his lightsaber was in full view.

@[member="Halik Falkosi"] @[member="James Parker"] @[member="Steph Zenima"]
 

Lan Raegin

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Lan Raegin moved through the streets of Nar Shaddaa like a krayt dragon walking through a field of daisies. He stood out from everyone like a lighthouse. His armor though battle worn and scarred to hell was distinct from everyone else, the white and orange paint making him stick out like a sore thumb here on Nar Shaddaa. His blaster rifle sat nestled in both of his hands, his index finger sitting on the trigger guard as his senses were on high alert.

Havoc squad had been called in to police the streets of this scum ball of a world after the Jedi had spearheaded their invasion. It wasn't the nicest job in the Republic military, but it was one of the less dangerous ones that his squad had been assigned to, and for that he thanked whatever deity humans preyed to normally.

Suddenly a beep popped into his helmet and he frowned slightly. Touching the side of his helmet Lan activated his radio. “This is Raegin”

"Lost contact with a Jedi in sector 1138. Look into it."

“Copy.” Lan said in response and quickly turned on his heel. In what could be considered a light jog the Commander of Havoc squad quickly took off in the direction of the missing Jedi. He knew that his subordinates would be heading there as well.

He frowned, not liking the sound of a missing Jedi.
 

James Parker

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"No, no no no no no!" Parker pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, he already knew who it was just by the sound of his voice. Him. Turning around Parker looked up and waved, "Oh hey it's you! I thought I smelled too much Drakkar Noir and date rape!" chuckling Parker sighed afterwards, well the jig was up now, for both of them, the chick just killed someone and he had a rather long rap sheet against the republic. "What do you want?! I'm in the middle of something here!" Parker laughed then looked back at the drugged out woman.
 

Black Phoenix

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Phoenix was walking through the crowded streets of Nar Shaddaa. Everywhere he looked he could see neon lights trying to cover up the corrupt and depraved face of the planet. It was a pitiful sight, but the Assassin didn't care for that. The only reason he had come to this world was a now dead criminal that had once helped in betraying Phoenix.

He was about to leave the planet but he heard a explosion go off somewhere near him. Immediately the civilians started to run away, leaving an empty street with only one man standing in the middle. Phoenix was intrigued by the explosion and started walking towards the source of the explosion.
It would be fun to see how the new republic leaders dealt with the situation here on Nar Shaddaa and maybe he would be able to kill a couple of rioters as well?
 

Steph Zenima

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Have you ever had a duffel bag full of spice explode in your face?

That was a stranger sentence to type than I had previously thought, I firmly believe the reasoning for this lay in the duffel, it's a peculiar word. It's soft, it's almost fluffy. Duffel is a cute word. Spice and explode on the other hand have a sexual feel to them. Spice. Explode. Does the e stand for erotic? I have no idea.

The small explosion took the eyebrows first, then the eyelashes. Minor facial burns. That's a bummer. Thankfully Henrietta Hoover had just taken enough narcotics to forget who her own legs belonged to. Pain was irrelevant.

Dazed and confused with a nose leaking copious volumes of the red red kroovy Steph could barely comprehend the tragic loss of spice Nar Shaddaa had witnessed on this day. Candy men? Surrender? Explosion bad. Sledgehammer good. Men with lightsabers did not concern her. Stephanie 'Bloody' Zenima was too stupid to understand fear.

Finally the pint-sized woman stood up, eyes glazed and face singed. “H'MIN. WHIT KIND'O NOB BLAWS UP AH 'AT SPICE?!” It was as if she spoke in tongues. The sledgehammer was picked up. A wave of weightlessness hit her psyche. She was invincible (not really). “AN YOU,” the tiny creature bellowed, pointing the heavy end of her weapon in the other man's direction, “AH DINNA 'HINK Y'UNDERSTAND 'EH GRAVITY OV' 'ISS SITUATION, EH!?”

What?

Suddenly she dropped the hammer, and pounced. On who? Why? WHY NOT USE THE SLEDGEHAMMER?! This is your brain on drugs. She launched herself at the destructor of good narcotics, half a leap, half a tackle. The aim of her attack? Headbutt. If she broke his nose with her forehead then maybe the fallen spice would be avenged.

@[member="James Parker"], @[member="Tracyn Ordo"]

Translator: "Hey man, what kind of phallus blows up all of that spice?!"
"I don't think you understand the gravity of this situation, no?"
 

Halik Falkosi

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The booming thunderclaps were picked up by his helmet and Halik was confused. None of the other readings were indicative of explosions, and it was not the kind of sound that would be made from speeders and the like. Some civilians seemed to find it alarming though, and they were moving away from what appeared to be the origin of the sound. The same direction as where the Jedi went missing. With that in mind Halik quickened his pace.

"Shambler to rest of Havoc, almost at the target location. Proceeding with caution."
 

H4V0K

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//Caution?// intones a mechanical, if masculine, voice from behind @[member="Halik Falkosi"]. //Caution is for meatbags.// Striding ahead of Halik was the squads droid companion, a mountain of duraplast and weapons. He, too, had picked up the strange noises from nearby.

//We need no caution, lead ahead.// It was almost impossible for the droid to do anything but follow orders, but it had its moments. Sometimes.

When murder.exe engaged.
 

Lan Raegin

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By the time Lan received Haliks message he was already at full sprint. In his HUD he could see tiny blips of his squadmates moving towards the Missing Jedi's location. He frowned slightly as the boom registered on his audio receptors as well, unsure of what the noise was but realizing that it likely wasn't from anything normal.

Quickly Lan rounded another corner finding a familiar shape running down the alleyway he had just entered. One of his subordinates Halik Falkosi came barreling towards him, Lan nodded to the soldier and then fell into step just ahead of him. Just seconds later the massive droid within Havoc squad joined the two soldiers.

“Havoc Squad, fall in and breach.” He called out over the radio, signaling that whatever was in the vicinity likely wasn't friendly.

Lan had a bad feeling about this. But he went in anyway, kicking down the door just in time to see @[member="Steph Zenima"] launch herself @[member="James Parker"].
 

James Parker

Member
Writer
Ow, that hurt skank! Like a lot! Parker buckled under the hit of the headbutt, she had spunk and Parker liked that. Almost enough to not kill her for what she just did. Blood poured from the man's nose, thankfully it wasn't broken but it still hurt like a mofo. "Oh baby the things I'd do to you in a dark room over the span on five to ten minutes then roll over and take a nap!" laughing the merc with a mouth rolled to the side escaping her grasp. She wa pretty high so it wasn't the most difficult of tasks, but now he had to get rid of her! But how??!

"Duh!" Parker reached into the inside of his orange jumpsuit to grab a small packet of spice he usually kept for after missions. "Look what I got?!" waving the spice in the air in front of her like a ball to a dog he tried to catch her attention "You want the spice?! Yeah you want it girl?! Go get the spice! Go get it!" throwing the baggie he looked up at the Jedi and flipped him the bird. He really deserved it. But he couldn't stay and chat he had to get out of there and fast. Mr.steal your girl and plenty of others were on their way to stop what was going on. So Parker bolted down the ally trying to leave the scene
 

Steph Zenima

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Now there were two little bloodied noses, raining that parade down their shirts and onto the floor.

The cheeky wretch escaped her grasp, a pity considering she had about seventeen more of those headbutts reserved for the spice weasel's face. Of course, freshly emerged was the tiny baggie of spice, it certainly got her attention but then he spoke. Steph Zenima was not a dog that played fetch, no siree, she was an attack dog and one that warranted a warning sign on the fence.

The packet sailed over her head (as most things tended to do).

She stood still, material drugs were not her only addiction. She was the rage machine, young and sweet only twenty-five! Violence Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine (oh yeah), you can run, you can hide, fleeing to keep safe your life. See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Sledgehammer Queen.

Nobody expects ABBA.

“YER GONNAE RUN?!” she roared at the cheeky spice vendor, she quickly span on her heel and pointed at both @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] and @[member="Lan Raegin"], “AR' YA WANTAN A PIECE, LADS?” The small bag of spice could wait, a brilliant brawl had potential. The hard-headed woman returned to her bloodied sledgehammer and picked it up. “AH'LL TAK YE AW OAN. 'MON EN!”

Translator: "You're going to run?"
"Are you wanting a piece, boys?"
"I'll take you all on. Come on then!"
 

Lan Raegin

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Lan stared at the woman for a few seconds, quickly deciding from her gibberish that she was clearly insane. He noticed the granules of spice and the small packet on the floor behind her and assumed that she was entirely out of her mind currently. When the woman began to scream, her voice picking up intensity Lan simply stared.

He didn't quite know how to react to this woman, she was tiny, almost laughably so and yet she roared with the intensity of a starving Rancor. The Commander eyed her, clicking his teeth in slight angst.

As soon as she finished speaking however he looked down at his blaster, setting the weapon to stun and then raising it to eye level. He pulled the trigger three times, the stun blasts firing out towards the girl and hopefully putting her down. If not...well more extreme measures would have to be taken.
@[member="Steph Zenima"]
 

Steph Zenima

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It was never going to be that easy.

She had to drop her blooming hammer again, however. If he had fired one, she'd have held on. Two, maybe. But three, three shots fired. No the short-arse had to drop the heavy weapon in order to be successful in the art of the dodge, which was done in a rather acrobatic dive to the right. For a split second Zenima was truly graceful, well until the woman actually hit the ground and then it was back to Gollum meets Tank Girl: The Feral Wretch.

“USIN' BLASTERS?!” she responded in both disgust and outrage, after all he was an armed man and she was a 5'2” woman, why the range? Was it fear? Maybe. A pity, but maybe the one with the lightsaber was actually up to meeting the violence quota.

She spat on the floor, why? No good reason. Bad habit. “AN I SUPPOSE YER TOO SCARED TAE HAE A SCRAP AN A', EH?” she shouted at the man who was presumably a Jedi, arms outspread like your drunk best friend starting a fight with the bouncer.

Slamming her own fists into the side of her head, the volume of spice she had consumed was either taking a supreme toll or the lack of fisticuffs was driving her up the bend.

Who have you got to kill to get a brawl around here?
 

Lan Raegin

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Lan's eyes popped open even wider as the woman screamed at him again after her small ballerina display. He looked at her for a few moments, then took a step back. The Commander was far too experienced to deal with this type of thing on his own. Drugged up little street urchins tended to be quite strong, their bodies pushed to the absolute limits by the Spice and other drugs they had pumped into their own systems.

With that in mind Lan took a step back and took his left hand from his blaster, signaling with two fingers. “@[member="H4V0K"]!”

He called out to the droid of his squad, trusting that the hulking ton of durasteel and plastoid could take care of the small druggie girl.
 

H4V0K

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And then the droid came crashing through the wall like the Space Kool Aid Man; not that you'd want to drink the Space Kool Aid.

//Apprehension of Rick James; Acknowledged.//

And like that, he took a few long steps for Steph and winged a vicious right hook for her poor little head.

@[member="Steph Zenima"]
 

Dish

Bleeding Edge
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Dish was silent, his heavy blaster cannon in his hands, watching the scuff in utter silence. He wasn't in the mood to put down his massive blaster and get into a brawl with @[member="Steph Zenima"], besides @[member="H4V0K"] was on it, and Dish saw no reason to get in the way of the killing machine droid commando thing. His trigger finger slipped onto the switch to unleash hell upon his foes at the sight of @[member="James Parker"], damn degenerates were crawling all over this world, though that could be expected when one was on a world controlled once by a criminal empire.

@[member="Lan Raegin"], @[member="Tracyn Ordo"], and @[member="Halik Falkosi"] received little to none of the Lieutenant's attention, they didn't pose a threat as of yet, nor were they being helpful in any way shape and or form at the moment. At least from what he was seeing. Silently, the clone awaited something to happen, good, bad, or ugly, he didn't care, he just wanted some action.
 
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