Havoc

[Kaiden Rohn]

"Stand down, everyone, stand down! She's doesn't need lasers or a sword, she needs help, cease fire!"Doc waved his Bryar rifle, and motioned for the others around him to do the same. He stepped out into the fray, his shoulder cloak covering a large portion of his armor. He clipped his Bryar rifle to his side, and held up his hands, trying to get the lady to calm down.

"Ma'am, you are in a dire relapse and withdrawal, please let me help you. I just need you, to just stand still."Doc said, stepping forward to meet the girl. He was preparing, mentally, to withdraw a sedative and sedate the woman before she could harm anyone else, or more obviously, herself. He stepped forward, waiting for her to react or let her get helped by him. He smiled beneath his helmet, and then remembered that they can't see smiles. Well, his helmet shifted a bit, so that counted. He motioned with his hands for the others around to cover him. While Doc was empathetic and well-meaning, he was not an idiot and knew that the situation could go south at any given moment, so he kept his guard up. Havoc squad was tight-knit, and he'd probably catch flak for trying to do this...again. He liked peaceful outcomes, especially to situations where the person couldn't help themselves.


@[member="Steph Zenima"]
@[member="H4V0K"]
@ARC-052 "Dish"
@[member="Lan Raegin"]

 

[Moff Iridius]

A drone circled above head of the commandos, it was not to endanger or to fire upon them in any way. But to watch the men at work, how the squad moved with such grace and precision it was absolutely a joy to watch. In a cheap hotel room not far away sat the greying old woman Doctor Marie Krasnican taking notes on everything she saw. This was invaluable information to see how some of the best the republic had to offer operated in hazardous conditions. "Yes, this is perfect." the woman said jotting down more notes for what was to come. "Drone, focus on the commandos. They are what we need information on" the elder woman sat back in her chair and continued to watch the spectacle at hand

 

[Steph Zenima]

H4V-who?

Wham bam thank you ma'am as a droid came smashing through the wall. If Steph herself was made of metal then that would be her method of entrance always, every day, every event. Just smash on through and then maybe perform a sweet shoulder dust.

She wasn't offended that they had to summon a droid to battle her. A fight was a fight, even if it couldn't bleed. “WAAAAAY! MON 'EN!”

As the machine closed the gap, Steph Zenima bobbed her head, looking like a football hooligan on crack which was actually a fairly accurate representation when you get down to it. Now, I feel like in the time it took to read this sentence that H4V0K had indeed closed the gap and that a frightening metal fist was soon going to shatter her head.

Well, if she stood still that would have been the case.

Because she had no will to die today Steph took a quick leap backwards, feeling the air whoosh by her face, what a rush. Wait, who was speaking now?

The intentions were there, the newcomer to this fray clearly had kind intentions and a few bones of compassion in his body but it was all a little too late for the woman. Maybe if this man had been here about ten years earlier they would have walked off into the sunset and a life of wild sadness could have been prevented.

“AH DA NEED YER HELP, MIN” she screeched, the poster girl for rampant denial.

Without any thought the tiny woman charged at the droid, using the very same attack she had hit the spice supplying psychopath with not a few minutes earlier. Clearly this was her favourite method of assault. So once again the woman launched herself through the air, her aim was to grab onto the droid like a baby chimp and start a vicious assault of headbutts.

What happens when metal and bone collide anyway?

@[member="Doc"], @[member="H4V0K"], @ARC-052 "Dish", @[member="Lan Raegin"]

 

[H4V0K]

@[member="Steph Zenima"]

Headbutt?

Head meet droid, droid meet head.

Rearing it's head back as she launches herself at it, the droid snaps its head forward to collide with hers. //Skullshatter.exe engaged//

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Meta had always loved the smugglers moon. "Ah the atmosphere, I remember my first time here. When I was but a young bo-" His cloak caught onto something, pulling at his neck he wined and turned to find a dislodged pipe and a hammer at his feet, pulling his cloak free he lifted the hammer, studying the ashes of weed and splats of custard and blood covering it. But, not long before he was interrupted by a soldier running past him. Even whilst crouched, Meta was not a head smaller. "Soldier?" He whispered but not long before the soldier had a rifle in hand and there was a young boy attempting to headbutt a droid. At least, he though it was a boy. He didn't need his Jedi weapon, he made his way towards the few people surrounding the crazy event.

 

[Steph Zenima]

Crack.

There was a moment in which Steph Zenima's mind travelled through the most mysterious and desolate reaches of the galaxy where the stars shone both ferociously and menacing. There may have been a naked woman there, riding on a tauntaun that excreted rainbows. Hard to say. The universe had stopped making sense.

Flash back to reality where the tiny woman was still somehow clinging onto the droid, except now she was sporting a fantastic new head wound. Was the skull shattered? C'est possible. Blood freely flowed, she looked like a horror show. Hopefully it was entertaining for the still increasing crowd of spectators.
“Ah like you.”

Was it love? Was it a concussion? Was it serious brain damage?

The woman shook her head as if she was trying to clear the cobwebs of early-onset dementia but only succeeded in splattering the droid in her own crimson bodily fluids.

True to her form of mild mental disability she balled up her right hand into a fist and drunkenly brought it down. Steph was going ham, hopefully with the hammerfist to the droid's STILL METAL HEAD.

@[member="H4V0K"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Meta placed his head in hand, shamefully watching events unfold. He sighed and walked towards the droid and young boy. "That's enough!" He declared, his hand ready to grab the little boy by his hair if necessary.

 

[H4V0K]

//Leave the midget man be.// The droids sensors turned to regard @Meta, @[member="Steph Zenima"] still pounding away at duraplast with her hands like it wasn't going to break her hand. Which it probably would.

//She will be incapacitated shortly when the drugs wear off and she can feel the pain.//

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

Doc's protective instincts went into over-drive. He wasn't angry at the droid, and was going towards Steph in a tackle manuever. In his right hand, he held an injector that contained a very powerful sedative, something that was going to be required in the current situation. The amount of blood loss and trauma to the head was particularly upsetting, and Doc had had enough of the entire escapade of the young woman.

If Doc was successful, he would body-slam Steph, and then inject her with the sedative. Taking a very active medical role in the field, if he didn't say so himself."You should have stayed down, missy!"He said, his impressive cloned body reacting with the force of a freight train and the grace of a dancer.

@[member="Steph Zenima"]@[member="H4V0K"]

 

[Steph Zenima]

This method of assault was proving ineffective.

Strangely enough she didn't take much offensive to being called a man, no, she was far more offended that the droid's head was not relenting to this assault. Although if truth was really to be told and if you managed to look through the river of blood flowing down her face then you would see a young woman who was very much enjoying the act of mutilating her own hand on the extremely sturdy droid.

All fun things must come to an end however and Zenima found herself on the tackle train to down town on the ground.

Thankfully her new opponent had the wits to sedate her, even if she did have the fortitude to best famous Zeltron party animal Charsheen at the all you can snort spice buffet. “...I am doon...” the woman muttered, comically missing the point. She was slowing. The all capital letter assault on the mind was all but a memory. The combination of head trauma and sedative was clearly working.

Although that didn't stop her mangled hand from rocketing upwards at helmeted head of the man who had helped subdue her. Always get the last punch it if you can help it.

@[member="Doc"], @[member="H4V0K"], @Meta

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Meta sighed in relief and knelt down beside him. Getting a closer look, he could now see it was a young girl. Beautiful, but most certainly crazy. "What a waisted life on these streets, thank you doctor." Then just as the insanity was over the little girls fist came to rocketing up at the doctor. Meta's augmented reflexes kicked in and his arm was a blur and withing less than half a second, a large, tight, blue metal hand was grasping the young ladies arm by her wrist. "That's enough for now." He said, his massive hulking body creating a shadow over her and the Doc, his long cloak almost devouring them.

@[member="Steph Zenima"]
@[member="Doc"]

 

[Lan Raegin]

(With permission from @[member="Steph Zenima"])
Lan had absolutely no idea who half of the people involved in this conflict now were, but he did know that he had the highest ranking authority here and that while this girl was clearly out of it she had broken several dozen laws, the least of which was assaulting one of his own troopers. The best course of action now was to arrest the girl and let her cool down in a cell over night closely watched by @[member="Doc"] to make sure she didn't die.

The Commander of Havoc squad stepped forward, his voice resonating through his helmet and his commands ringing out to everyone in the room. “@[member="H4V0K"] step aside. @[member="Doc"] back off but stay close, Jedi(@Meta)...or whoever you are we appreciate the help but this girl is coming with us back to base.”

Lan Raegin stepped forward, pulling out a pair of cuffs from his belt and stepping over the tiny woman. He slapped the wrist cuffs on her with practiced motions, making sure that they were secure and in place. Gently Lan then hoisted the tiny girl over his shoulder, he limp form kicking at his armor half a dozen time in sedated rage. As soon as he picked up the Girl Lan walked out of the door to the door, signaling to Havoc squad to move out.

“Lets go boys.” The last words were sent over a private comm-link, and Havoc squad would fall in behind him. Once they were back at the base they could assess @[member="Steph Zenima"]'s condition and exactly what she had done. @[member="Doc"] could get her cleared up hopefully and then...well some decisions would have to be made.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

"Of course Commander." Meta got up, lesning against the alley way walls. He stood silently until he was the only o e left before remembering something. He ran back down the alley way, grabbing her hammer. "She'll cry like a little girl who's lost her teddy bear." He half chuckled and got up from his feet and began walking, as he reached the end of the alley way, they were gone. Using force sight Meta searched the area, but they had moved a little too quick, Meta was going to have to chase them down.

@[member="Lan Raegin"]
@[member="Steph Zenima"]

 

[Dish]

"Doubt it, junkies have a hard time pain on most occasions." Dish piped up in response to @[member="Meta "]as he looked upon @[member="Steph Zenima"]. His finger eased of the trigger of his canon as the situation defused, spraying highly destructive plasma was probably counter productive anyway. The clone nodded to @[member="Doc"] respectfully, his brother had done pretty well in his opinion. Now he silently awaited orders from @[member="Lan Raegin"].

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

"Ow..."Doc mumbled sarcastically, as the punch simply smacked off of his armored face. He glanced around, sighing. He gently moved some hair out of her face, running a hand over the top of his helmet."This is sad...Republic soldiers shouldn't be like this, nobody should be like this. I've never seen spice addiction this bad, never. Treatment alone will be awful, rehab itself another demon that she'll have to face, not to mention a murder charge."He said, holding his distance. He let his rifle hang over his chest, sighing in a sort of sorrowful way.

@ARC-052 "Dish"
@Meta
@[member="Lan Raegin"]
@[member="Steph Zenima"]

 

[Steph Zenima]

Well, that was another day's fun over.

Limbs were too heavy now, she say lay there, half absorbing the comments that came with being a pint-sized female spice addict. Steph Zenima, the walking tragedy. At least it always seemed like she was having a good time, I mean the girl was somewhere between rage and delirium on most days.

There was nothing to be done now. There was absolutely no chance a heavily sedated Steph was taking out this absurdly large squad of Republic personnel, not with even with her sledgehammer in her hands.

Handcuffs on and now being carried to goodness knows where Steph's resistance was meek at best. Her strategy seemed to consist of some incredibly lethargic kicks and aggressive bleeding. Yeah, take that! There's blood on your armour, what are you going to do about it? Wash it off? Yeah. Suck it.

“....chhhkkkk....”

It was then that little Miss Zenima decided that it was most definitely nap time.

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

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Meta had found them by now, and came up behind them. "Don't mind if I tag along?" He asked following them swiftly and staring through his mask at the young girl. "Fascinating." He said almost in a whisper. Watching the creature batter itself against the doctor.

@[member="Steph Zenima"]
@[member="Doc"]
@ARC-052 "Dish"
@[member="Lan Raegin"]

 

[Lan Raegin]

(Time Skipping ahead by request of @[member="Steph Zenima"])
A few hours later Lan along with the rest of Havoc squad stood inside of their forward base camp on Nar Shaddaa. The forward base camp consisted of a small run down apartment with three room's a few blankets and absolutely no windows. It was the kind of craphole a massive drug addict would stay in, and it was the kind of place that Havoc Squad loved.

There were exactly two ways out, the front door, and the secret path in the back. The walls were thick duracreet and setting up a defensible barrier was easy as pie. Havoc had turned this tiny apartment into a fortress, a home away from home. Havoc always had forwarded bases, almost never staying within the Republics own base. This was mostly due to the way the squad operated, but it also didn't help that its members simply didn't get along with other troopers or Jedi.

The scrape of a metal chair over duracrete could be heard followed quickly by the sound of a swishing door. Within one of the side rooms of the apartment sat @[member="Steph Zenima"], dejected and quite sad looking. She was still asleep when Lan entered the room, her hands stilled cuffed and stapled down to the duracreet floor. She was a drug addict, but a uniquely strong one.

“Wake up little girl.” Lan said as he threw a bucket of water over the woman. Almost instantly the girl began to kick and bite, screaming at the top of her lungs and trying to get at Lan to no avail. Lan watched her for a few minutes, simply saying nothing.

The commando allowed Steph to rage for a time, all sorts of foul mouthed unintelligible slurs coming from her. A few times Lan simply raised his eyebrow, until finally the woman shut up into a soft grumble.

“Right. Are you ready to talk now?” Lan said quietly with a smile on his face. He had long since removed his helmet and placed it on the ground next to him. When Steph Zenima didn't answer but instead spit at Lan he blinked for a few seconds. He reached over and grabbed the girl by the hair, slamming her face into his knee. “Listen little girl. You're facing a few dozen charges. Murder, assault, possession, more assault, some battery, and I would throw in a few misdemeanors just for fun.”

Lan stared at her for a few moments, then let go of her hair. His voice remained absolutely calm. “You have two choices before you. Go to the courts and face life in prison, possibly execution. Or....Join my squad.”

The last option would of course come as a surprise, but it was not unheard of. The conscription of criminals and vagrants had been a long standing tradition within Havoc squad, and the fierceness and absolute ferocity Steph had shown had impressed Lan greatly. If he could add that to his squad...well he would be happy.

Lan leaned forward with a smile. “What do you say? Wanna cause a little Havoc?”

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Jerrick had been following the commandos, in his 'borrowed' stealth armor, he blended in well with everything. Tthey had walked into a apartment, their base obviously. So Jerrick knowing the doc watching, walked on in the complex, then to the apartment. He knocked on the door., he knew they knew he was there, what they didn't expect was this, he kicked the door in. His Czar auguments made so much possible for him. His hearin was amazingly super sharp. He heard everyword inside. "I got a better offer. If I can rip off each of your helmets, take me on my offer, and join this little group that's going on. No guns, no weapons. Just brawling the way men should." He wondered if anyone was surpised at this. They were probably ready to kill him. But foruntetly the armor could take blaster shots all day. The helmet didn't fit him, so they saw his face. He smirked at them and motioned for them come at him. They had no idea what was to come next.

 

[Steph Zenima]

The water hitting her face dragged her from whatever bizarre dream dimension she was located in during her unconscious stay.

It was unpleasant to say the least.

True to form and already described the small woman was wild. She was vicious, snarling and kicking. Understandable, she had just been engaging in her regular Nar Shaddaa affairs. Yes, people died. Spice was consumed. Brawls were started but that was what she did. That was Steph Zenima's status quo on the moon, until now, until the Republic.

Now it was murder, assault, possession and execution? Harsh.

Also, just knee the very likely brain damaged woman in the face, that's cool. Sure. A tooth had definitely become dislodged in there somewhere. It was most curious. This was not the standard definition of the Republic. This was dirty, and that had an appeal. Of course, not being executed also had its draws too, y'know?

“Ah always want'ae cause havoc, min.”

There was still a mild buzz, as the tail end of her high was making itself known. The come down would be soon and it would be far from pleasant. In fact it would be downright catastrophic, the shock to the system would probably take her. There really was no other option here. If it was prison there would be death. Execution, death. Havoc was all that she knew, Steph Zenima wasn't good at much but this was her chance, to be someone, something, anything.

The tiny woman grinned, the blood from the dislodged tooth outlining all of her not-so-pearly whites in a gloriously manic display.

“SO BLOODY SIGN ME UP, PAL!” she roared in almost perfect Basic before rattling at the handcuffs rooted to the floor, “...but dae ye funcy lettin' me oot 'ah these?”