Faction [HUT & Allies] THE SLUGS STRIKE BACK - Cartel Operations on Nar Shaddaa and Nal Hutta.

[Xoff Chantin]

Outfit: Something Nice

Spoiler: Loadout

• Vixen's Vault
• FFS Utility Belt
• Beauty Blades
• Bond-Lock Pomade
• ClearView Essence: Perfume
• Code Breaker Card
• Covert Compact
• Covert Kiss: Laser Lipstick
• Covert PurseGlow Guard
• HushCuffs
• Nite Night Nails: Polish
• Phantom Fresh
• Processor Pendant
• Re-Pulse Ring
• SlyTie
• Vixen's Vambrace

The Demon-Guy was frustratingly patient. Even without his tech his was tough, still keeping up with the chem-assisted Xoff.

Another shuriken shot off and split the porcelain mask, which then fell to pieces along the asphalt roofing. What ensued was a vicious melee, fist, elbows, knees and feet thrown, caught, deflected and returned at a breakneck pace as the two engaged in direct, hand-to-hand combat.

The chems did pass their peak, however, and Xoff could only keep up for so long. After a hip throw knocked the wind out of him, Xoff rolled to catch a breath andanaged to gulp enough air to ask "what is it you want? The guest we have tied up? The other criminal on the losing side of this turf war?"

A cough brought a sharp pain. As the chems wore down, he suspected a rib or two had fractured.

"I'll give you a hint - he's still in the building - tied up and waiting for you like a lifeday roast. If you spend too long up here playing footsie with me, he will be a roast."

Xoff's cough turned into a manic laugh, realizing the sadistic decision he could place on this interloper.

"It seems you have a choice, Devaronian-man!" The showmanship was back on, even if the cameras weren't. "You can stay here and try to take me in, or you can try to find the last Nazz fellow. If we miss our broadcast window in... " Xoff checked the time, only to see the ion grenade had affected his timepiece, "Well, uh, about seven minutes from when you first showed up here... " Xoff tried to estimate, but gave up.

"Point is - if you're too slow, the last Nazz is going to Blow!" Xoff lifted his arms to emphasize the rhyme, to absolutely no applause.

"Up. The last hostage will blow up. The decision is yours, Hornhead-man!"

Yeesh, tough crowd.

Xoff looked worried for a second. "Uhm. So I assumed if we weren't broadcasting, I would have already escaped or been dead, so, uh... If you don't find him I think both are going down with the building. I, uh, didn't anticipate your arrival, I'm sure you understand".

A moment of devilman's stare was enough for Xoff to reveal the location.
"Okay, okay! He's in the basement, tied to a chair with laser tripmines all throughout the floor." Xoff pulled out the universal trap remote, "the deactivation code was 0451..."

"Dank Farik"

Xoff hopelessly pressed the buttons on the remote, only now realizing that it took was damaged by the ion grenade.

"We're, kriffing dead aren't we?"
Xoff said, pressing at the remote fruitlessly on the verge of tears.

DEVILMAN​

 

[DEVILMAN]

Nal Hutta – Nar Shaddaa – Undisclosed Location
Objective: Evacuate & Disarm
NPC(s): Sage
Vehicles: Devilmobile​

Chantin was slowing. The mask broken and the chemicals no longer enhanced the zeltron's ability to perform in combat. This confrontation met its end as he slammed the attacker towards the ground. The Demon stood, victorious, as he stood above the sprawled criminal. His eyes narrowed under the mask as he watched and listened to Chantin's ramblings and ravings.

The zeltron threatened the death of his only hostage. An attempt to force the Black Ace to choose between capturing the zeltron or saving the person who could lead him to the higher-ups of both gangs in this war.

But the Fiend and Chantin both knew that the zeltron held no upper hand here, no advantage. The Living Nightmare's hands curled into fists as he tilted his head, ready to make a move and force the zeltron into further submission. But all it took was a simple stare and a small movement to intimidate the zeltron with the prospect of further pain. Codes, locations, everything about this hideout became clear.

Including one dangerous detail. The device to disarm the laser trip mines set to explode had been damaged. No backups. And it appeared the criminal before him had not planned a precaution to add a failsafe to the trip mines, i.e. a sub-routine that would shut down the mines if the remove were destroyed. At worst, the explosion could kill the hostage and threaten the structural integrity of the building and everyone inside. Or the entire building would go up in smoke if the zeltron had prepared as much explosives as he claimed.

Neither were a preferrable outcome, but there was no time to try and disarm the bombs. He needed to get everyone out of the building, now. Immediately, one of his clawed arms raised up before firing a bolas to wrap around the zeltron's body and incapacitate all possible movement. Next, the Fiend leapt forward and grabbed the zeltron by the bolas wire. Chantin would weigh nothing to the Fiend as he smashed through a window while carrying the zeltron before his wings extended from his back and the thrusters on his boots ignited.

Before tossing the zeltron atop the nearest rooftop within a safe evacuation distance of the blast. Someone had to survive, and it would have to be one of the few leads that the Fiend had to the upper ranks of the cartels. Firing a net over the zeltron's body to attach him to the rooftop and keep Chantin from wandering off, the Fiend leapt off the building's rooftop and soared into the warehouse through the nearest window.

With only a few minutes to spare, the Black Ace went to work. In moments, the Devilmobile flew overhead before lowering. Immediately, the a few of the bodies of Chantin's unconscious men tied up in bolas wire were tossed into the back of the vehicle before the Devilmobile veered off with them, depositing them at the nearest safe evacuation spot before returning.

A minute passed. No time was wasted as each of the men were cleared. The Devilmobile fired off grapnel hooks onto the bodies lying outside the building and dragged them safely away.

Only a minute left as each and every crook accounted for. All that was left was the Fiend and the hostage himself in the basement. Seconds ticked by.

Then, fire as sound itself muted under the shockwave of the blast rippling forth. The entire building lit up. Shards of glass, metal, and various debris flew out from the wreckage and explosion of plasma and flame. Suddenly, one piece of black debris kept soaring up higher and higher, fire sailing off the end. Before wings spread from the black figure as it soared through the air, closer and closer towards the zeltron. Like a demon from the bowels of hell itself.

Carrying the hostage over his shoulder before landing with a softened yet harsh impact against the roof. Bolas wire was wrapped against the hostage before the Black Ace tossed the man to the side. Stalking closer and closer to the zeltron, the Demon stood over the criminal as his armor demonstrated almost no damage from the fire and flame. The escape had been narrow, but the Living Nightmare had beaten the odds.

" . . . "

Leaning predatorily over the zeltron, the Fiend's eyes narrowed under the mask as he growled.

"Tell me everything you know about the Hutt Cartel. Now."

Direct: Xoff Chantin | OPEN || Indirect: Whottoomuzz Chantin​