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Public Hell and High Water | Zygerria

"Zygerrian Atmospheric Defense, here is Death's Hand of Clan Kryze! We are here to support you! Don't fire on us!"

"Copy that! Go to Royal City at the capital mesa. Our guard regiments are under heavy pressure and retaliate against the slave districts! Help them!"

"Copy that, Death's Hand over and out!"


R'rul laughed growling. "Clan Kryze? Seriously? The crazy Dar'manda Di'kut who believes to be the dark messiah?" The Togorian Mandalorian checked his heavy repeating blaster for the tenth time.

"The bolder the lie, the more believable it is", his ver'alor Cleaf answered stoically and checked his own weaponry again.

The Kom'rk-fighter/transport roared into the stratosphere of Zygerria and the forward shield were lit with fire.
A beautiful world from high above with lush plains and highland, but a slaver world. Lowest scum in the galaxy.
But the smoke collumns of burning cities showed how very wrong the peaceful impression was.

"Here is the drill", reminded Cleaf his men and women securely strapped in their seats over the drop doors. "We land in proximity of a transport ship, secure it in a Black OP and fill it to the brim with freed slaves and get beyond the Lagrange Point before they could raise any planetary shield.
The use of violence against the bad kitties and their cat owners is approved as long as the mission is not compromised."


A series of slight concussions at the hull was felt and heard. "What was that, pilot? Air defense? Are we compromised?", Cleaf radioed to the cockpit.

"Relax, boss, it was just an air patrol of six Brezak-riders. They would never again stand in the way of a flying Kom'rk."

The whole squad of 24 Mandalorian commandos laughed heartily. Nothing could raise the mood better than dying slavers.

The pilot added. "I see a trade federation freighter in the vincinity of the fighting zones. Most of the clanker guards seemed ordered away."

"This looks promising! That is our target! Prepare for deployment!"

"OYA!"

The unique method of air to ground deployment by jetpack out of a flyby was always a Blitz for enemies. Nobody had ever reached the level of perfection in this like the Mandalorians.

Drop doors opened and 24 commandos rained on a surprised troop of battledroids and an unlucky Neimodian commander.
Commander and Tactical droid went down first as precise sniper shots burnt holes into their heads, then Ion-grenades peppered into the close packed droid lines. As the first Mandalorians touched the ground, most enemies were already smoking junk.

"Move! Into the ship! To the command bridge!"
, ordered the ver'alor, as the hail of R'rul's repeating blaster mowed down Zygerrian guardsmen who tried to reinforce the freighter.

A walk to the bridge with a pile of destroyed droids and dead crewmen behind them later, the commandos reached the bridge.
There were no negotiations, no stalling, just explosives that opened the door and a wide angled shot with fléchette launchers who perforated the command crew without damaging the controls.

The ship was theirs. Part One of the plan was fulfilled.
 
Aid was a double-edged sword. | Open​

  • The Virishal Markets
  • Bustling with activity.
In the busy Virishal Markets district a particularly exclusive area, they'd sealed the gates for some of the most expensive clients. Stuck in a world erupting into chaos, cloaked in grey, a Crime Boss seized her chance with a single gesture. She watched from the shadows as blades swung, plunging into the backs of slavers and civilian buyers alike. The Twi'lek assassins moved through the chaos silently, professionally, and utterly ruthless. It was hard to tell which side they were on, except for the bodies at their feet.

"The cartel sends its regards," one prominent victim heard before his throat was cut, his body slumping to the floor.

Blue, the most senior member of the Hutt Cartel still alive, had retreated after Goros and Black attacked her operation. Now, she had reconnected with her assassin entourage, seeking payback. They sliced up anyone who looked like a threat, settling cartel feuds traditionally, direct and messy.

Goros's buyers dropped like flies, but the Twi'leks weren't picky about who else fell with them. Just ignore the transports coming in for the most exotic slaves left behind; they targeted some prize picks, offering them 'freedom' or a place to hide.

From slaves back to slaves. It was so simple. Let freedom reign right back to the cage.

Armored and carrying sleek silver blasters at her hip, she stood apart from the chaos, a few of her most trusted by her side. If only the vagrant fleet had been a place of refuge and healing, or one Twi'lek sister had let it end, so many fewer would have suffered. Never should have let me live Nima.
 

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The Neimoidian was glad that the safety of the heavily guarded Zygerrian Royal Palace was rapidly approaching as they managed to make headway through the chaos of the streets and the sound of laserfire eminiting through the air as the slave revolt turned into a slave rebellion. The palace loomed in the distance, its imposing walls offering a sense of security amidst the turmoil of the city.

The Neimoidian's heart raced with the anticipation as they almost reached the palace outer gates, where they would finally be out of harm's way. Suddenly, the regiment of B2-A Super Battle Droids came to a halt upon hearing a foreign object land in front of them.

With their twin-wrist blasters, they quickly aimed at the object and unleashed a barrage of fire to eliminate any potential complication in the protection of their charge.


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The arc of laserfire did little to stop the object from activating, resulting in an electro-magnetic pulse that affected the escort droids' internal systems. Sparks and lightning surrounded their bodies, causing them to collapse.

Nute clung to the arm of the Mechno-chair as it deactivated due to the blast, throwing the Neimoidian to the ground. Meanwhile, the slaves started shooting at the disabled droids to prevent any reboot efforts.


"No!, this is impossible."

He exclaimed on the ground, witnessing his protection unit be disabled. In a frantic rush, he quickly got up and started shuffling away, without even attempting to run.


 
Tags: Shem Spinner Shem Spinner , Kiwa Kiles Kiwa Kiles

He couldn't help but feel like the city around them was suffering from when felt more like a siege than a revolt. It wasn't like every building was damaged, but there were certainly more holes in some than there had been before the slaves were freed. It was all the more motivation to leave this planet before conditions got any worse, which wasn't easy since two soldiers rounded the corner-

"OH NO, WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" He shouted.

In a sudden fit of panic, Henri dived to the ground as the Zygerrian troops appeared running down the street with their blasters primed. The human hadn't even bothered with any form of self defense, just staying pressed into the ground despite having a grenade. He hadn't even noticed Shem suddenly moving through the air, or even acknowledged the ignited lightsaber. A minute would pass before Henri opened his eyes again, then a couple of seconds before he'd would lift his head, utterly surprised at the revelation that the avian is, in fact, a Jedi.

"Oh, I see, I, uh..." Getting onto his feet and brushing himself off, Henri would finally acknowledge the freed slaves, their newest compatriot, and the fact no one was dead, yet "...Good thing we have a Jedi with us, that'll make getting off this planet a lot easier."
 

The Vulptex

Thief of Thieves. Ninja Master.

Tag: Nute Griimda Nute Griimda
Names: Lyra, Samantha, Alex, Beatrix
"No!, this is impossible."

Suddenly, a small explosive landed next to Nute, and the area was filled with smoke and baffleweave. They couldn't let the target get shot by a random revolting slave.

From above, a Fox leapt from the roof, right at the trade federation's representative, hidden by thick smoke. The figure, hidden by a Vulptex mask and covered head to two in baggy cloth, raised a Blaster pistol to Nute and spoke in a voice that was modulated to sound entirely gender ambiguous.

"If you want to live through this, surrender and come with me. Either do so, or I'll leave you to the slaves to rip you apart."

 




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TAGS: The Host The Host
Gear



Sabers: Training lightsaber | Gauntlet Shield | Resurgence | Corsage | Calypso | Sentry | Requiem | Echo | Whirlwind | Twilight | Nightshade
Melee: Knife
Ranged: Fang |G.O.O. Gun
| GA-E.G.G.S. | Phantom |
Equipped Gear: Boots | Gauntlets
| Lightveil Circlet | Mask| Charms x3 | Ring | Amulate | Brace
Other Items:
| Survival Kit |
Ships: Ashwing
Crystals: Serenity | Phantom Ghostfire | Amplification | Frostheart | Entropite | Tiger's Fang | Mindshatter | Echos | Mestare



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As the chaos unfolded around him, Braze's instincts surged to the forefront. The weapons at their disposal were inadequate, a realization that sparked a decisive shift in his tactics. In a split-second decision, he relinquished control of the ship, allowing it to ascend into the thickening storm clouds above.

With a determined breath, Braze launched himself from the ship's edge. His body twisted elegantly in a forward flip, his arms outstretched as he surrendered to the storm's embrace. The violent winds, the blistering heat—it all swirled around him, bending to his will. Channeling the Force, he absorbed the elemental fury, molding it into a swirling vortex of blue fire that encased him.

As he plummeted toward the ground, Braze resembled a comet streaking through the night sky. The energy around him crackled and roared, a vivid display of his skill over the elements.

With a fierce cry, Braze called upon the Force, intensifying the fiery maelstrom that surrounded him. As he neared impact, his hand gripped the hilt of his blade, the plasma blade humming with anticipation. In a spectacular finale, he dive-bombed toward the creature, his blade poised to strike, and the energy he'd harnessed fuelling his descent. The ground neared, and with a thunderous explosion of blue fire and Force energy, Braze struck, aiming to vanquish the beast in a grand display of power and precision.
 
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She seized the initial surprise, gaining an advantage, but these hardened criminals fought back fiercely. Blaster shots and grenades erupted, causing chaos as the crowd bore the brunt of Fire for Effect's dangerous weaponry. These criminals, devoid of any heroic tendencies, ignored the lives lost in their petty struggles. Sensibly, everyone sought cover, and nobody attempted to play the hero.

This skirmish, insignificant in the grand scheme of the Hutt Cartel's bloody history, marked her constant struggle in the three incarnations of the Cartel that Blue had survived. The Twi'leks, now under fire, scrambled for cover. Goros's buyers, Trandoshans, Rodians, and Houks, fought back fiercely, and the reptilians enjoyed the fight, especially the Trandoshans, who entered their hyper rage.

A blaster shot struck one member of her group, a blue Twi'lek, who fell still. Tadietti, caring more for her assassins than most realized, closed her friend's eyes. Dipping down she fired two avenging shots with her sleek silver-blaster pistols. The firefight escalated rapidly to a heated skirmish.

Blue pointed to the nearby cages, and several of her assassins began shooting the locks while she and others provided cover. Her large bodyguard, Sienn, scored a direct hit, and the rest of the cages started to open. Now, the tables began to turn.

The situation looked close, like the balance could be tipped either way if someone intervened.
 
"OH NO, WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!"
Two different reactions happened in the same time as Shem came to the rescue. Whilst Henri was screaming in fear, Kiwa spun herself around to fire blaster shots in random directions whilst throwing herself backwards in a dive. Woo! Slow Motion diiive...Well, it was in slow motion in her imagination. In reality, it was probably like a second or two before she landed on the ground with a grunt. "...Ow. They make it look so much easier in the Holovids..."

She pushed herself up to her feet, taking in the sight of Shem's handiwork, and let out an impressed whistle. "Damn...I really needa make myself something like that..." Hm...Maybe not an actual lightsaber. Those were too close combat related and she didn't want to get that messy. Well, she says that...but she was practically covered in dirt, grease and oil at the moment.

There were a few mechanical whirrs coming from her eyes as Kiwa zoomed in on both Henri and Shem for a moment before nodding. They'd do as meat shields for now...Or would Shem be a chicken shield? Well. Chicken was still meat at the end of the day... "Don't worry, Mr "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE", We'll be fiiiine." Kiwa gave a dismissive wave of her hand before getting ready to follow the group, a bright grin on her face as if the woman didn't have a care in the world.

Shem Spinner Shem Spinner Henri Van Baker Henri Van Baker
 


"Don't worry, Mr "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE", We'll be fiiiine."

"That's the spirit," Shem beamed. "No need to panic-"

The ground neared, and with a thunderous explosion of blue fire and Force energy, Braze struck, aiming to vanquish the beast in a grand display of power and precision.

The Rishii warrior paused for a moment as a plume of fire momentarily appeared in the distance. He's rub his beak for a moment as he considered what could have caused it.

"That wasn't important," he quickly dismissed. "Let's get moving. We've got a lot of ground to cover."

Shem would position himself at the helm of the group, beginning to lead them through the tight alleyways of the capital. It wouldn't be long before they were at the shuttle, and the wayseeker wanted to ensure that all incoming blaster bolts were going to hit him first. They just needed to get through, board that shuttle, and get as many people off of Zygerria as they could.

His feathers twitched with anticipation.


 
"C.E.R.A..... Take me to the landing zone..." Andrew spoke within his helmet as the blasts and eruptions below became more violent. Having moments to land and help evacuate survivors would be a challenge. He didn't know why this was happening but he was aware of the amount of potential innocent lives at risk. As Lonek arrived in his Mango Madness Armor, He found a small clearing near the back of a complex that was lit on fire by an explosive. As the flames would arise, he used his night vision and has his computerized integrated A.I. System code named C.E.R.A. pinpoint the amount of survivors in the complex.

"Sir... Twenty-two civilians in the complex that has a 16% chance of stability amongst its five tiers." C.E.R.A. Would respond as Andrew dove head first to land. Looking up carefully, He marked all civilians for an escape route. However, amidst the chaos, there was a small chance they would all make it out alive due to several dangerous factors. "Old friend... Sandbag...." Lonek would extend his hands upward towards the building and a large jetstream of sand would emit from his handmade blasters. His jets would activate, thrusting him into the air to cover the perimeter and hopefully put out the fires. As this event took place, He pondered his intel versus actual events. Invasion... Rebellion... Innocents... Political dealings that eventually led to this outcome?

Andrew would ask the questions needed later. Right now, he needed to do what he could to save as many as he could. It was a shame, however, that he no longer could tell the difference between self-adoration and truly helping the innocent. A part of him needed to be the hero for several reasons.



Tag: Open
 
Such commitment to the strike. So willing to absorb the flames and inferno to strengthen one's self. Impressive as it may be, this was an all or nothing kind of assault. Yet so many weapons were held upon them. Flying about their robes as they came down. As if this individual wished to master all of the Lightsabers, even those strange to others. Such a strange little one.

So much desire to close the distance. So much vigor to make the strike to be aimed for us. So headstrong. It took almost no effort to raise both hands, projecting the ground to rise up. Slab, upon slab of the ground raised up to be a rather simple, but effective buffer between ourself and the child. However, we shall make things fun for them.

Yanked to us, their screams yelling loudly for help as one of the slaves came to be almost magnetically pulled into our grasp. The back of their head held with the full might of our hand. Holding out as a very last barrier between ourselves.

He was a Jedi. A peacekeeper. Someone who so eagerly wished for life to be preserved. Would the Jedi wish casualty upon this man. Would he so be willing to kill an innocent in their eyes?

"Careful with your power O'child."

Braze Braze
 




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TAGS: The Host The Host
Gear



Sabers: Training lightsaber | Gauntlet Shield | Resurgence | Corsage | Calypso | Sentry | Requiem | Echo | Whirlwind | Twilight | Nightshade
Melee: Knife
Ranged: Fang |G.O.O. Gun
| GA-E.G.G.S. | Phantom |
Equipped Gear: Boots | Gauntlets
| Lightveil Circlet | Mask| Charms x3 | Ring | Amulate | Brace
Other Items:
| Survival Kit |
Ships: Ashwing
Crystals: Serenity | Phantom Ghostfire | Amplification | Frostheart | Entropite | Tiger's Fang | Mindshatter | Echos | Mestare



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Mistakes were made.​
Braze was descending with all his might when the walls erupted before him. There was no time to correct his course or halt the lancing attack from above. He drew the heat to him, absorbing the power, redirecting it in the form of soft to solid, but it was too late. He tried to deactivate his saber and brace himself, but the impact was inevitable.

With a sickening crunch, he collided with the first wall. His body, too light to break through, slammed hard against the barrier. The remaining fire and energy dissipated moments before impact, leaving him stunned and breathless.

Pain shot through him as he struggled to regain his bearings. The force of the collision had rattled him, but he couldn't afford to stay down. He had to get up, had to keep fighting. Every second he stayed down was a second the enemy could use to further their plans, a second that the innocent life they held captive remained in danger.

Gritting his teeth, Braze pushed himself up, ignoring the pain that coursed through his body. His resolve hardened. He would not let this stop him. He was however momentarily dazed and seeing stars as it were. Drawing on the Force, he steadied himself, ready to face whatever came next.

 

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The Neimoidian let out a deep cough, as the small explosive went off, letting out smoke and baffleweave into the area near the gate.

Glancing around the smoke for any signs of trouble that might impede his progress to the Zygerrian Royal Palace, growing more apprehensive at the thought of being captured in a revolt by slaves in Zygerria, of all locations.

Nute barely had sufficient time to discern the outline of an enigmatic figure, accompanied by the chilling outline of a Blaster pistol aimed directly at him.

He attempted to identify his future captor, but they wore some sort of voice modulator that hid such information from him, making it difficult to determine if they were apart of the slave revolt or a foreign power.


"I am on a diplomatic mission from Neimoidia, you wouldn't harm an ambassador."

Nute said raising his hands in the air in the act of surrender, hoping that the individual would accept such an excuse.

 

The Vulptex

Thief of Thieves. Ninja Master.

Tag: Nute Griimda Nute Griimda
Names: Lyra, Samantha, Alex, Beatrix

"You wanna take that bet?" The figure asked with a bite to their voice, before drawing a durasteel kunai from their sleeve. "If you want to push your luck, I can leave you here. Looks like your escort got fried, so I'll say it again. Come with me, or be ripped apart. I got a speeder just around the corner and the fog isn't gonna last much longer."

Over their secure comms, The Vixen could hear a voice.

"Engine's already hot. Get the target over here and we'll get them gagged for transport."

 
Tags: Shem Spinner Shem Spinner , Kiwa Kiles Kiwa Kiles

He would've lamented about how nothing was going to be fine if they don't leave soon, but with everything that had happened in a short timespan, it'd seem like complaining would be inviting even more problems. "Well I no longer have a reason to worry, there are several of us, we got a jedi, and we just need to get-"

Boom.

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It felt like their group had been hit with the shockwave of that force-infused impact and explosion, though given the city had been and probably still was experiencing a bombing, Henri struggled to tell. Distracted for a moment by the display of unusual colors, he had barely noticed Shem moving out of the street, only following once the light faded from the explosion. "Oh, we're leaving? We're leaving! Great!" The pilot eagerly followed, ecstatic they weren't moving in that direction, especially with some of the screaming coming from that way.

"Assuming this shuttle hasn't been destroyed, isn't currently being stolen and is in good condition-" His voice echoed down the alleyway, working his way up to the front of the group and moving alongside Shem "It should be relatively easy to escape, as long as the skies are clear, which, y'know, they seem to mostly be. I'd just need a minute to spool up the engine and not get interrupted in the process, then we'll fly out of here in seconds!"
 
Kiwa spun her around at the sudden explosion of Force Energy, her eyes lighting up almost like a Christmas Tree as she zoomed in on the cloud from the explosion. So cool! That must have had something to do with the Force. The entire thing had just sent goosebumps up her arms as she squealed in joy, jumping up and down and throwing her arms up into the air like some little kid seeing fireworks. It was clear that some of the slaves were caught off guard by her reaction, considering some of them were looking at her like she had grown a second head.

"That was awesome!"

Though Bird-Man-Jedi-Person said that it wasn't important. So, Kiwa decided it was going to be best to keep moving. Awww! That was no fun! She wanted to see what had caused that explosion! Though she turned her head over towards Mr "We're all gonna die"'s direction, tilting it ever so slightly as he started to say various different reasons why they might have a problem with the Shuttle. He was really asking for them to get jinxed, wasn't he? Though she was making no effort to catch up to the front of the group, instead just yelling over to them instead.

"It'll be fine! If anyone's trying to steal the shuttle, we can just kill them! Unless they're good. Then we can knock them out. OH! And, and if the shuttle is damaged, I might be able to fix it a little bit. Electronics are my thing! Well. So are explosives. They're a blast to use...I wonder if the shuttle is gonna have any armaments on it..."

With that, Kiwa seemed to go into her own little world. Running on autopilot as she kept up with the group as she imagined herself soaring through the skies in a shuttle, firing away from a shuttle-mounted gun. That would be fun. Very fun.

Shem Spinner Shem Spinner Henri Van Baker Henri Van Baker
 
All the flames, all the energy, just came to a sudden halt. The woman was confused. Still whimpering as she clawed at our grasp. Yet, our head was craned to the side. Attempting to look around the barriers which stood between us. Was there really potential within this child? For now, we would take the life of the woman.

Twisting the woman around, we looked deeply into her eyes. Crying, tearing, and praying for us to release them. Their voice screaming out wanting us to become a savior, and not a murderer.

"We are the Calling. Return Home."

Without a second left, Our arm slammed the back of their head into the wall of the ground. Blood splattered hard against the surface. Letting the body slump to the floor, Our frame moved above them. Seeing their chest still raise and lower. Knocked, but not completely deceased. Thus, we shall end their plight.

Combat boot placed over the top of the woman's crushed skull, and then pulled back to be stomped out. Grey Matter splattered across the ground. Skull fragments flying from the impact. Blood staining the darkened coloring of our appearance. Some even reaching the flames to be seared into the air.

"Come Child. Learn that we are the collector. The Host. Leave, and we shall let you continue your life."

Braze Braze
 




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TAGS: The Host The Host
Gear



Sabers: Training lightsaber | Gauntlet Shield | Resurgence | Corsage | Calypso | Sentry | Requiem | Echo | Whirlwind | Twilight | Nightshade
Melee: Knife
Ranged: Fang |G.O.O. Gun
| GA-E.G.G.S. | Phantom |
Equipped Gear: Boots | Gauntlets
| Lightveil Circlet | Mask| Charms x3 | Ring | Amulate | Brace
Other Items:
| Survival Kit |
Ships: Ashwing
Crystals: Serenity | Phantom Ghostfire | Amplification | Frostheart | Entropite | Tiger's Fang | Mindshatter | Echos | Mestare



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Dazed and disoriented, Braze staggered amidst the wreckage, his senses reeling from the impact of the collision. The cacophony of the chaos was drowned out by a deafening ringing in his ears, leaving everything else in a haze of confusion.

Struggling to find his bearings, he rounded a corner and was met with a grotesque sight that froze him in his tracks. His blood turned to ice, and his heart seemed to skip a beat as his eyes beheld the what the monstrous figure before him had done. A primal sensation gripped him, sending a shiver down his spine and causing an unsettling churn in the pit of his gut. Despite the overwhelming urge to flee or retch, he clenched his jaw and steeled his resolve.

With a surge of renewed vigor, Braze charged toward the looming menace, his every step guided by instinct and adrenaline. As he closed the distance, a radiant glow emanated from the child, casting an eerie illumination. Then, in a blinding burst of light, it unleashed a torrent of energy, engulfing the area in a dazzling display of power that flooded the surrounding area with light.
 
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Somewhere nearby Andrew Lonek Andrew Lonek ? | Open​

Blue snapped another shot with her sleek silver pistols, dropping an overconfident Trandoshan. She kept low behind a wall, receiving a few angry shots in response. It had been a long time since she'd gotten her hands dirty. A cryoban grenade exploded nearby, freezing civilians, slaves, and buyers in a blue haze. With all the chaos, it was hard to see where it came from; the Hutt Cartel power struggle in the open street claimed a steady stream of lives.

A massive Houk roared and levelled a large Gatling laser, one of FFE's many signature products, and started turning crates and hiding spots into melting mush with a thousand blaster rounds a minute. Tadietti knew the gun well and knew exactly where to aim. She hit the power pack, watching it fizz as the Houk tried to drop it, but the flash of light consumed both him and the gun.

"We should withdraw," said Kinsa, a studious team member of hers, always first to worry. The pitched battle was a stalemate; they had snatched some slaves to offer them 'freedom' or maybe a place in their outfit, but Tadi knew if they stayed much longer, they'd lose more than they'd gained.

Among the regular blasters, exotic weapons from both sides were reminiscent of Fire for Effects' glory days: cryoban weapons snap-freezing targets, sonic concussive weapons exploding against surfaces, the old Jack Knife pistol a favorite of many criminal scum. Flamers, disruptor shotguns, and gravity weapons, even a loaned bolter leaving craters! The scene was becoming a mess of scars. When arms dealers go to war!

Ducking under sustained fire, the Hutt Cartel Underboss thought Kinsa might be right. Blue wasn't willing to give up just yet; something had to break the deadlock with the slavers. She could see a landing being made in the opposite complex, and the fire's set could be a result of the chaotic firefight next door, likely to spill into it at any moment. A large explosive blew out the side of the complex's wall, signifying entry.

OOC: Andrew Lonek Andrew Lonek
Not assuming the location, but if you'd like to pair up
 
"Sir...I have identified several entry points on the rooftop...Would you li..." C.E.R.A. states before being interrupted by her anxious creator.

"I just need to get in there!!" Lonek snaps back as an emergency escape latch is located near the southwest corner. Andrew immediately would use his E-11 blaster rifle holstered on the right side of his armored utility belt. Two shots were fired with precision breaking the latch. Taking a moment looking below, he saw the laser show happening on the grounds. Grenades, fires, concussion rays, rockets. This was becoming a major conflict. Too many factions and he was sure everyone had their reasons for this.

Quickly glancing down and observing the complex wall being blown out , his database would scan for I.D.'s. Tadietti Tann Tadietti Tann 's basic information would surface, as C.E.R.A. stored the information quickly...As Andrew landed on the roof and pulled open the latch he uttered words to C.E.R.A. "Yeah, I know..Cartel... Anyone associated with such things can't be good for business... But ... (Grunts).... Maybe...." He exclaims as he droops down the open latch and yells out to civilians... "I come in peace!! Here to help!!...Gahhh...C.E.R.A...Translate to the first 50..." He asks as Loneks' message is repeated in multiple languages.


His armor activates a high-pitched humming sound as a powerful gust of air begins to clear the smoke and small flames. Families start to make their way towards him. As he begins helping multiple individuals past the broken ladder to the roof, he then takes a few trips back and forth while C.E.R.A. outlines the position of this crime boss that has Lonek interested. "Don't lose her..."
 
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