Liquidation (The Underworld: RC Exploitation of Erilnar)

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond needed to get the layabouts of this backwater planet if he ever wanted to find these subway tunnels and avoid patrols. How to do that? Loosenin' some lips with a little bit of his favorite truth serum. ALCOHOL and DRUGS! Des parked his swoop bike at a nearby cantina and when he was sure no one was looking he pulled out an ounce of the precious Lesai spice. He closed the secret hatch and began to make his way to the bar. He notticed he was getting quiet a few suspicious stares. He shrugged, they were just looking after their turf. Desmond entered the bar and it seemed everyone stopped whatever they were doing and looked right at him. One particularly rough looking female, was giving him a very nasty look and not the good kind.

"THIS ROUNDS ON ME EVERYBODY!" everyone roared in approval and Des immediately felt a hole begging to form in his wallet.

Desmond took a seat on a bar stool and ordered a Tihaar. The bar tender set his drink on the table and before he could disappear Des grabbed him by the cuff. "Hey pal, you wouldn't happen to know anyone who could give me a tour would you? Preferably one that didn't draw a lot of attention," Des said with a wink and his best smile, then withdrew a gram of spice and slipped it to the man. He then withdrew another gram and slipped it in his own drink. Ah, the simple things Des thought as he took a sip.

"I think I know what you got in mind," The man slid Des a data-pad and he quickly looked it over. It had a map of the city on it with marked patrol times and locations. Nice.

"HEy PAl! ThaNks for THe dr-DRINK!" A rather drunk Gammorean said as he sat next to Desmond, rapping his disgusting fat arm around him in the process.

"Er.. No problem pal," Des took another sip of his drink.

"YoU EvER HerE of THe DRAGON SnakES?" His breath smelled of fetid goat cheese. Des gagged.

"Can't say I have," Des said coolly while trying to worm his way out of the iron grip.

"WEll WE ARe ThE BES- HEY WHATS THIS?" The Gammorean moved his arm and pulled Des jacket collar down. His old swoop gang tat was bared for all to see. I got a bad feeling about this.

"THIS PUNKS TRYING TO MUSCLE ON OUR TURF!" The Gammorean gripped Des's collar even harder then smashed his head on the bar, reared him up again and through him backwards. As Des went flying through the air two things went through his mind. MY DRUGS and MY BEAUTIFUL FACE. An ounce of powdered spice went flying through the air for all to enjoy. Des landed with a heavy thud and his eyes stung from the drug dust. The bar patrons rushed the cloud of drug with speed that only a true addict could manage. Des used the distraction to limp out of the bar. As he exited he heard what sounded like the beginnings of a good ol' bar fight.

Des, happy to be out of that piss hole, mounted his bike and began his journey to the nearest tunnel "I'm so kharking high..."

[member="Nyz Tikkes"]

 

[Mephite]

Post 2
Objective 4
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

Mephite eyed the brickwork dubiously. Or at least the droid looked and the Shard felt dubious. He'd been told the structure was old. Old would've described these bits of clay a century ago.

Each time he'd fired his rifle dust had showered down. Mephite knew his Shard form would survive a collapse. He wasn't certain about the IG-86 frame. Neither was he certain how much more punishment it could take.

Most of the droid's programming had to do with combat. He was sadly lacking in structural tolerances. That meant he couldn't just spray the vermin. The Shard didn't have anything against them but they were in the way.

The E-11 did just as well in single shots. Not every rifle could boast that. There were quite a number intended for spray-and-pray. He'd picked this one for the aforementioned reason.

It just so happened it's previous owner had attacked him. Yes, the man had been drunk. It could've been said Mephite acted a little excessively. But the Shard realized he needed a weapon and chance had knocked.

The man had been warned not to push his luck. It was self defense, and besides, no one missed another rowdy drunk. Not in some godforsaken Outer Rim cantina. Mephite didn't miss him.

The Shard-in-a-droid finally came on what he was looking for. Just when he'd begun to wonder if the map had been wrong. A service entrance into the old train system....

 

[Thraxis]

Objective: 2​

Post: 2​

Slowly he made his progress, the back alleys, was home to everything a pirate, a smuggler or even a Swooper could ask for. Solidarity, darkness as well as the occasional rodent that would scurry along. These were the places a man could dissipate into the shadows, never to be heard from. Most especially if you grew up here, they were almost like vents in that case, to the right, a wall, to the left, a wall, and even the large towering buildings acted as a sort of wall from the prying eye. But Thraxis was not one of those children, he had to make due with the word from the occasional homeless man or woman that littered along the sides, there bodies shivered as disease ran rampant through their systems.

Slowly he made his way through, back and fourth he went, the oddball that walked along, a skip in his step, he was excited to face down a Swooper Gang and had complete confidence that they were not equipped to take a fight into the Alley ways. As he bounced along he heard it, the overpowered engine roaring, the drunkard scrams of an intoxicated cast of imbeciles, though their tongue was familiar, the all too familiar Oinks of the Gammorean speech. A few solemn seconds of regret washed over him, but he needed to do this. They were a dilution in his step-kin's gene pool, and couldn't risk letting them spread.

Slowly he followed along the trail of noise, his movements bouncing against the Alley ways walls, before finally he heard their banging engines roaring loud as up and down the marketplace they went, a discorded melody rushing form their engines as they tormented the Civilians, their choir screams bellowing against them in submission, only to be quickly stomped by the Swoop's hail of noise. As he finally escaped from the labyrinth of the Alleys he placed his Duffel bag down, a quiet whistle as he began to check through his Duffel bag, an almost gleam in his eye forming as his digits coiled around the gun, pulling it out with a rattle as he brushed of some dust and grime.

With a snap, he pulled the rest of the Duffel bag over his shoulders, his hand bracing around the trigger as he took aim, their fast movements hard to follow as they moved in a discorded manner, there was no rhythm, nothing to follow, his eyes narrowed, his finger gently pushing against the DEMP's trigger as he pressed down, a fluke shot as he waited for them to come charging across, then the buzz, a hiss rushing across as he was pulled back, the charged shot hitting the second from last Swoop bike, causing a cataclysmic crash as the one behind it came to a halt, knocked over as the two metal bodies bashed and broke against each other. And with that, a chain happened, the rest paused, looking towards what happened, then came a voice, echoing from the darkness of Alley ways, "Yo, ya little runts!" he yelled, taking another shot as he shot down a stand, his presence visible but slowly being engulfed by the abyss of the Alley way, "Come with me, and you'll be..." he paused for a second, his voice erupting into a methodical pace as he slowly backed down, his Demp still in hand, "In a world of hellish discorded nightmares..." he chuckled as slowly his black metal form dissipated into the void. His voice slowly echoing throughout the alley way as it became a cocohpony of broken laughter, the voice almost grading against sandpaper as it became audible.

 

[Drogh]

Drogh heard a loud screaming sound, crashing of metal bashing against each other. This was where the chaos was, the madness was brewing in the dark streets already, of course they were. The streets were more darker here, grimer. Although the streets looked broken and bent, here they are twisted and destroyed, some buidlings having no roof just leather to cover them. Houses made out of scrap entirely, poor living condotions, the smell of 'fresh' seafood was still there, fires burnt more fearsome, mostly bins set a light. Yet the crash was the focous of Drogh, he didn't know what caused it but hearing those engies roars like beasts, Drogh could only guess it was the Swooper Gang.

Dying moans, people getting up with fire in their eyes has they leave the destroyed and broken Swooper Bikes, taking out blasters viroblades of the like. Drogh had to take advantage of this, chaos had insured and no doubt people would be flocking here soon enouth, Drogh stared out into the darkness, hearing nothing but a mad voice, "a mad voice" Drogh thought for a moment. Drogh was unsettled by this, all he hoped that those shots and that crash was by the person that was on his side, Drogh put on his metal mask coming closer towards the scene of madness and maythem, as people began to rise and shoot out in blind rage, others holding their wounds and begging for mercy. Drogh was creeping, everyone blinded by either rage or pain, a perfect blindfold.

Drogh found a weak one, a swooper was humans, he looked like a 'hard' man, tattoos covering his body, bald, eyes sharp and deadly. A brute of a man, a tough man, bald, leather jacket, most likely aggresive, yet he was there trying to hulk a Swooper of his leg. This was easy picking for Drogh, he was fairly far away from the crowd, to much screaming and shouting was there, as it dimmed his plea for help. Drogh got up towards him, the bald man never saw the man, putting his hands over his neck, chokeholding him untill his shouts were quiet asleep, knocked out. Before bolts of lazors would be fired in his general direction, Drogh dragged the man, lifting the swooper just enouth with the force for Drogh to pull him easily. Hiding into the nearest ally, this man would be a great aid to helping him finding more infomation, as he began to creep in a old run down building.

 

[Saani Kenow]

Objective 1 / Coordinating All Objectives

The guns of the Centrality Public Safety Bureau's customs picket were all around them, trained in their direction, ready to obliterate them in a single hail of fire. The scan detectors, lit up with a steady pulse, bathed the cockpit in a grim crimson light. It was like a passage through hell, flames on every side, death just a twitch away. No one spoke. Hardly anyone moved. The next few minutes would decide if they would become dust scattered on the cosmic wind.

Saani had done a lot of smuggling for someone of her relatively young age. She was the only one aboard the Summer Storm who had ever smuggled cargo onto a world as tightly-controlled as Erilnar; the others were used to backwater systems, where the Centrality government made only a token effort to keep contraband from moving around. But even she had never tried to move this much product before. She couldn't be sure the old smuggling techniques would hold up.

Honestly, though, she loved the thrill of that uncertainty. What fun was life if you knew what was going to happen?

The minutes ticked slowly by, dragging on as the guns tracked their movements, until finally the scan detector's bloody light winked out. All around the cockpit, the crew exhaled hard. "Good work," Saani told them, a light smile creeping over her face. But it vanished a moment later; their business was not yet concluded. "Prep for landing. You know the plan; let's make it work." Clapping each other on the back, the crew scrambled to their stations.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond's swoop bike left wakes in the waves and sent dust flying as it roared over land, lake, and finally more land. As he got closer to his destination the composition of the towns he rode through began deteriorating. It went from sprawling city to shanty town to finally abandoned war zone. Every now and then a stray bum or scavenger peeked out from the ruins then quickly concealed themselves fearing he might have been part of one of the many swoop gangs that plagued the planet. Des reached the entrance of one of the old tunnels and parked his swoop bike with the lights pointed inward to illuminate the cavern.

He peered into the dark tunnel, and immediately chills went up his spine. A large serpent like creature began to slither out of one of the many pools that littered the tunnels. It had two heads, razer sharp teeth, and a large amount of eyes on each head. The thing had been attracted by the light and had now apparently intended to eat them. Just as the creature's tail exited the pool a large clawed talon shot out of the water and impaled the thing, dragging it back beneath the pool's murky depths.

"KHARK THAT!" Des shouted then began running back to his swoop bike with an occasional glance backwards. As he was mounting his bike he noticed what appeared to be a a glint of metal in the tunnel. His curiosity for all things mechanical got the better of him and he drove his bike a little deeper into the tunnel. The glimmer grew brighter. It was an old IG model droid! That must be Mephite. The droid was killing the monstrous creatures at an alarming rate and Des didn't know whether to be happy or terrified. "Hey droid! Wanna play tour guide?" He asked, giving the droid his best winning smile.

[member="Mephite"]

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

OBJECTIVE II
ALLIES: [member="Abaddon Velshaar"]

Eugene knew next to nothing about this new hireling [member="Pollux"] had saddled him with. Except maybe that he was one of those people who ran around with the laser swords (the blue ones, not the red ones) and that he hadn't gotten the memo on how this little cleanup operation was supposed to go. The Helix Syndicate was all about conservation of energy. Could Eugene, Abaddon, and the three Guavians in the back of the shuttle go in there and shoot-stab all those Gamorreans and Aqualish themselves? Probably. The guys in the back probably wouldn't make it on account of them not being named characters, but all in all Eugene liked his own odds and would've bet money on Abaddon's, considering the laser sword and all that jazz. And they'd all look real badass by the end of it, too.

"I already ate." Eugene grunted, reaching for the volume knob on the radio and turning it up a little bit. Sounded like one of those Bith cantina bands.

The problem was, showing off like that generally wasn't the most efficient way to go through business. Eugene and the rest of the Syndicate's leadership had a mind to make mince meat of this little Dragonsnake cell without even entering the bar. Not until after the fireworks, anyway. It was a nifty little plan that involved such dazzling elements as superior firepower and the element of surprise. Granted, a couple of them were going to have to go inside and grab all the jackets... But they'd cross that bridge when they got to it. Eugene craned his neck forward to peak in the rear-view mirror, seeing if the rest of the Dragonsnakes had shown up yet. He checked his chronometer instead once he saw there was still no sign of them. Gangbangers. Couldn't even keep a tight schedule.

He leaned back in his seat, then added, "If you don't know, I ain't gonna spoil it for ya."

 

[Mephite]

Post 3
Objective 4
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

Of course Mephite heard the man coming. He was certain a mostly deaf centenarian could've heard him. Hey droid...and he didn't bother to correct the newcomer. The Shard had noted organics tended to not see beyond the surface.

Most of them anyway. They relied on their intuition which still was relatively new. Mephite still had some cognitive dissonance over sight and sound. Even as seen through the lens of an artificial life form.

"I'm afraid I lack that function," he answered through the droid's vocabulator. This had to be the one he'd been told to expect. Chiss were in short supply in this part of the galaxy. That was another thing he still couldn't quite believe.

The ability to speak hadn't lost it's novelty even after a few years. But some habits died hard and Shards tended to not communicate unless they had something to say. Thousands of years gave you plenty of time to think. He'd still grown to enjoy the ability to speak more easily.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Erilnar, the Centrality.
Objective: 4
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It was an unassuming building within the capital of the capital of the Centrality.

This was how Tai Fa liked it- some Sith preferred to erect enormous buildings to underline their superiority, yet the Thirriken realized that this in itself was foolish. Attention was not usually something that one needed when you were trying to build up a shadowy network of assets throughout the Galaxy.

No, it wasn't about how big your building was. In fact, usually it only meant you were paying more for maintenance as well, which was against his stingy nature.

What it was about, was location and utility and state.

This is why this particular building had been chosen to act as Fa's center of operations within the Centrality. It was close to the Starport and possessed three landings pads - so maneuverability was not an issue, yet it also was relatively close-by to the tunnel entrances of the capital itself.

Which meant they could direct the rebuilding efforts without having to lag by.

"Assume all is well.​

Then you miss the blade of dark.​

No, check and be sure."​

​

The Thirriken replied to Vnut's earlier question. In response the ursine bodyguard simply nodded, before leaving the office and preparing himself to direct the efforts of the rebuilding... directly.​

 

[H3xle]

Objective: 3 (Subvert Officials)

Politicians held the money.

Port Officials held the goods.

Security Officers held the weapons.

All three were necessary for a city to thrive, and all three were required to conquer the underworld.

Now, an agent provocateur had many tools to use to subvert such officials. Money was always wanted by all three, politicians liked connections that could further their goals, port authorities liked to do little paperwork, and security liked their jobs to be just interesting enough. All three, however, tended to take their work more seriously than their families. As such, Nyk decided to go the subtle path and let his fingers do the walking.

"Mmmmm...this...this feels amazing..." the muffled voice of Fayth Espergar came through the face hole of the massage table as Nyk let his fingers work knots into relaxed flesh time and again. Fayth just happened to be the wife of a prominent security officer, a Commander Netil Aspergar of Precinct 5, the precinct adjacent to the spaceports southern side, near the cargo pads. She was also a very lonely housewife who spent an astonishing amount of money at massage parlors for someone with so many knots. "You are going to be very popular..." Fayth continued, a slight purr entering her voice as she looked up. Nyk met her eyes and smiled.

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An hour and a half later, Nyk retrieved the data crystal from his hidden recording devices. He was a few hundred credits richer, and owner of the first part of his plan to subver Commander Espergar. He left the parlor, moved slowly to his perfectly legal air car, and shortly took off for his equally legally rented flat. Once there, he ensured his doors were locked, and windows covered, then he removed the prosthetic ears, and other pieces of latex and synth flesh that altered his features and made him appears bald and clean shaven.

A wife's infidelity on tape would weaken the good Commander, but it would not break him. As Nyk saw it, he needed two more parts to ensure the Commander were turned, and stayed turned. He needed financial incentive, and criminal culpability. Make the Commander an accomplice to something, best if it involved a certain swoop gang, but that part hadn't been planned out just yet. Then, engineer a financial instability and offer the Commander a recurring financial aid to cover it, then he could reveal his employers identity and complete the subversion.

Now, he just needed to get a crime under the Commander's belt...

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

"Er.. Right. Just hop on," Des patted his swoop bike and hoped the droid at least understood that much. He was going to need a little extra security as he made his way to the supply drop. The tunnel was littered with ghoulish monsters that made the ones in his nightmares seem stupid. Hey clowns are very scary! Des scanned the tunnel and saw that the structural support looked pretty weak. He knew the odds of them surviving a collapse were thin, but then again the odds of him dying at the hands of a bounty hunter were even higher, so he decided he'd push his luck.

[member="Mephite"]

 

[Mephite]

[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

"We need to open the door," Mephite commented without irony. He turned back to the old fashioned electronic keypad. The advantage of having a processor became obvious. A humanoid brain could only think of so many combinations.

The lock opened with an audible click though the door creaked open worryingly. Without a word, the Shard walked over and deposited him shell on the swoop. "That will work better, i think."

 

[Abaddon Velshaar]

Objective 2
Post: 2
Allies: [member="Helix Syndicate"]

Straightening up his leather jacket, he folded up the empty bag of crisps before putting it into the pocket where he kept his flask of rum. Blue eyes rested on the radio as Eugene turned up the volume. Taking one last pull off of the flask, he put it in its pocket, the folded bag lightly crinkling.

"Well, you're certainly a cheerful type. You must be quite popular at parties, mate." No, Abaddon didn't get the memo as to the plan of attack. They just pointed him in the direction of the truck and mentioned something about two grand a jacket. So, when the order was given, he'd just have to follow Eugene's lead and try not to get in anyone's way.

He would have to be mindful as to where Eugene and the three nameless sods in the back went. He could hold his own in a fight, but the less fighting he would be forced to do, the better. He wasn't the "showing off for the sake of looking amazing" type. He was more the "survive at any means necessary" kind.

After all, what good is showboating if it puts you in a grave?

 

[Saani Kenow]

Objective 2 Update

The Gamorrean stared [member="Kendall Ginn"] down, its piggy little eyes squinting through the cantina's flashing neon lights, fetid breath steaming from its stunted snout. "You calling my kind stupid?" it asked, responding to the Weequay's comment about its ability to speak basic. The alien's body was tense, every rippling muscle standing out against its deep green skin. A bit of drool dripped down one prominent fang, landing in a splotch on the creature's swoop jacket. "Break you with one hand!" It cocked back a punch, ready to strike with enough force to snap its opponent's head back on his neck hard enough to cause instantaneous death.

Another hand caught the Gamorrean's elbow before the punch flew. The ganger looked back, then immediately stepped aside; even drunk, it knew better than to mess with the boss. The tall, lanky Aqualish who had interrupted the exchange stepped forward, one hand resting casually on the grip of a holstered heavy blaster. "You're a brave little idiot," it said, chuckling strangely around its spider-like tusks. "You wanted the man in charge? Here I am." Sure enough, the alien wore a jacket heavily adorned with additional patches - he could only be a gang captain, or perhaps even higher ranked than that. "You've got ten seconds to persuade me not to let Thonkk finish what he started."

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Meanwhile, there was chaos in the streets. In the wake of the swoop pileup, the eerie laughter of [member="Thraxis"] bounced from the walls of the maze of alleyways. The Dragonsnakes, drunk and angry at the damage to their bikes, dismounted to give chase. They pulled rotary repeaters from the sides of their swoops, lighting up the darkness with snatches of blasterfire as they opened up on every shadow. They stuck together, covering each other's backs in a practiced combat formation that made it almost impossible to take them by surprise - all except for the straggler that [member="Drogh"] had already dealt with. People ran screaming as the street erupted into a shadowy warzone.

Somewhere in the distance, sirens began to sound. The Centrality Public Safety Bureau had been alerted to the chaos...

 

[Saani Kenow]

Objective 4 / Coordinating All Objectives

Slowly the Summer Storm descended into a vacant docking bay, the vessel's landing gear extending with well-maintained smoothness and grace. So far everything had gone well, and now it was time for Saani to leave things entirely in the hands of her brothers and sisters of the Confederation. Her face was known on Erilnar, and that meant she couldn't be there when customs showed up. She would have liked to have been part of the remainder of the smuggling effort, to make sure that the plan she had designed to move the Lesai past the scanners of the CPSB went off without a hitch, but part of leadership was trusting your people. She trusted hers to get the job done right.

With a final thumbs-up to the crew of the smuggling ship, who returned the gesture with smiles, Saani dropped from an exterior hatch to the durasteel floor in a light crouch. She'd studied the hangar floorplan, and knew how to reach the emergency exit to street level - and how to open it without triggering the alarm. A hotwired speeder bike was waiting for her just outside the door, along with navigational data for the spaceport commercial sector. Swinging herself onto the bike, she leaned low over the handlebars and revved the engine. She was good at moving quickly and quietly, and now she put that skill to use. There was new information she had to act on, and her window of opportunity was closing.

The Renatasian Confederation wasn't anything like Commonwealth Naval Intelligence or the espionage arm of the much-feared First Order, but the smuggling group had ears in every spaceport cantina, drydock, and commodity exchange in the Centrality, and it rapidly heard just about any news that mattered to its operations. The big revelation on the eve of the Erilnar push was that Fa Holdings had just purchased the long-dormant contract to repair the planetary monorail. Given that the Confederation's whole plan was built around using the monorail tunnels as safehouses and illegal stashes, that repair work could end up exposing their operations - or even halt them before they had a chance to begin.

So Saani guided her speeder to the offices of Fa Holdings, an unassuming building with a convenient central location, hoping for a chance to speak with the great [member="Tai Fa"]...

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond and the droid flew through the tunnels for sometime. Eventually Desmond began hearing things. Eerie screeches, ominous howls and terrified screams. All the while the noises kept getting closer and closer. "I got a bad feeling about this," Desmond said to himself. As they flew on Desmond began to notice what appeared to be giant breathing egg sacks covering the walls. As they went deeper the eggs grew bigger and became more common. Then all at once. They were attacked by a giant Matriarchal Slug crab beast. The situation escalated quickly. "BY THE FORCE! WHAT THE **** IS THAT!" The beast reared out of a pool and roared at the duo. The resulting waves caused Desmond to fall off his bike. Then something even more terrifying happened. The eggs began to hatch. Meophite and Des would find them surrounded by disgusting, hideous, grotesque, monsters. Des felt something brush his leg, he reached for his blaster and began firing wildly. The leak that had been feeding the pool grew larger as it took a direct hit and slowly began to grow. The tunnels were collapsing. "Save the drugs!"

[member="Mephite"]

 

[Mephite]

They were fairly zipping through the tunnels. Then they came across the mutated arachnid eggs. Mephite couldn't help but feel fascination. He'd never witnessed anything quite like them before.

I got a bad feeling about this....

He wasn't familiar with arachnophobia but something was wrong. Or it was about to be wrong. The Shard had these moments of intuition sometimes. It'd started that day back on Orax....

He observed that the eggs kept getting bigger. Maybe they were close to hatching. Yet his photoreceptors couldn't detect any heat signatures. Motion created heat and beings had to move to break free of their eggs.

The IG-86s programming included certain scientific information. Anatomy could be useful for eliminating a threat. He had noted the pool of water ahead when poodoo hit the fan. A huge slug creature had rose up and the shock wave sent them flying off the swoop.

He struck concrete with a loud clang but was unharmed. Mephite's droid brain began it's threat analysis immediately. The slug dwarfed them and registered as a massive threat. His rifle had come up as he did to fire on identified threats.

Before he could open fire the panicked Chiss and grabbed his own blaster. Fear and adrenaline made the organic faster. It also addled his ability to think. He sprayed with his pistol on full automatic.

Not the best choice in this place. Water that had been a trickle began to flood in as the integrity was further weakened. Mephite knew they'd only have a few moments before they were trapped. He didn't have to worry about drowning but long-term submersion would do his body in.

"Stop shooting on automatic," the droid voice said over the din "You're caving the roof in!"

He suited his own words by following through with several well-placed single shots. The slug matriarch screamed as it's soft form was singed by plasma....

 

[Thraxis]

Objective: 2​

Post: 2​

Allies: [member="Drogh"]​

Slowly he descended the feeling of blasters brushing against his armor becoming the deeper he went, every corner he cut, they got a little closer, a single flick of light slashing against his armor before realizing that this was their maze, they had grown up in these alleyways likely and they knew exactly how to use that to their advantage. As he descended further down a light pulsed and burned beneath his feet, slowly his body rising higher and higher up, his rockets propelling himself to the safety of the roofs before watching the organized heap pass through, a few looks of confusion as they realized he had vanished into the darkness.

A hand covered his mask, a faint chuckle echoing down the crevice beneath him, before calming down, a hand rolling down his side before his fingers intertwined between the trigger and the guard, raising it for a quick inspection before taking aim, the sound oft eh hammer pulling back then smashing, the sound of a bullet whizzing in a mesmerizing arc before falling deep into the cranium of the man in front, "Take a look..." he sung his voice almost in tune with the whizz of the bullet before quickly jumping behind them, his boots activating in the last few seconds to break the fall.

"And you'll see," he sung, his body bouncing on his chance to take another down, this time a large Gammorean brute, though there was a common flaw with all Gammoreans, they had no sense of balance, all their weight was in the middle. His body lowered, his leg outstretched as he quickly spun around, the sound of Phirik running against the ground becoming audible as the Gammorean fell over, his gut taking most of the force before laying outstretched. The common squeaks and grunts of its kind as it plead for help. For a few seconds, he paused, looking into the poor things eyes, it looked just like his step-kin from home. His breath became heavy as he cried back in its tongue, "Die with honor" though it came back as nothing more then a loud oink as his gauntlets whizzed to life, a short lived line of green rupturing from his vambrace as his arm fell down, his hand cracking against its snout as the saber's burned through the eye sockets.

He took no time any more, he had already spent the last ten seconds being in too close a proximity with the rest, his boots flaring to life one more to time to make a gap between himself and the rest, his body almost dissipated into darkness before halting himself, his arms outstretched, his head tilted to the side, "My hell, I have crafted for you..." he sang, his voice finally going quiet as he realized he couldn't parody the song to great effect anymore. Slowly his body turned, his body breaking into a bolt, making his retreat back through the alleyways, hoping this time he could take out the rest for good.

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Objective: II
Post: 2

Tiali scans the urban area up down, side to side. Oh what's that? Multiple targets moving fast on a street side, probably moving to assist their other members from the walking hell @Thraxis. The swoop gang jackets/uniform Doesn't help in their favour either. Shame, moving the axis to the group. His hand slides from the foregrip to ajdjust the scope allowing a further clearer zoom. His aim rising while taking in a large inhale then releasing it steadily watching the aim come down to it's target.

Taking in a breath his aim rises once again, letting it out the aim comes down to the target holding his breath there also holds his aim on the target. His finger slowly puts pressure onto the trigger "bang" bright beam of blue light flashes across the city, hitting the first targets chest. Immediately Collapsing on the ground dead, the rest (4) immediately start to move to cover screaming "Sniper!"

Deep breath in his aim moves to a new target deep breath out holding there, his finger pulls the trigger again flash of blue flys across the city hitting the gang member in the knee forcing him to collapse under his own weight unable to walk. Screaming out in agony the member yells to the others for help. The other 2 targets already got into cover, grinding his teeth in frustration Tiali aims near the injured member waiting, Giving it some time.

One of the uninjured members comes rushing out of cover to try and help the injured member. The other quickly "No don't!" A smile returns to Tiali's face taking his new target using the same process deep breath in the aim travels above the target deep breath out the aim returns down on to target. Arriving at the other gang member the brave man begins to drag the injured away. Tiali squeezes the trigger with a flash of blue flying across the city for the third time hitting the target's head. The brave gang member collapses with a rather large chunk missing from his head.

Returning his aim to the cover the gang member runs out trying to get away "oh no you don't." Quickly taking his aim to the target he pulls the tigger. The round flashes past the gang member completely missing him, before Tiali can let off another round the gang member disappears into an ally. "Kark!" He returns his attention back the injured gang member taking aim, he pulls the trigger flash of blue exits the barrel with the round hitting its target killing him instantly.

"I'm getting a bit rusty."

 

[Darth Abyss]

Objective 3
Post 3

Blacksand was about to drop his binoculars from the rooftops, as he turned around in shock, after a hand touched his shoulder. His heavy breathing calmed down as his eyes meet the known figure, and a sigh left his mouth.

"Kraking .. Darn it Trainwreck, how often do I have to tell you to don't sneak up on me. Almost had an heart attack man."

Without an answer the other man took place on the roof, scanning the area with his eyes. There was no sign of stress, or any other emotion for that matter, visible in his face.

"How long is he in there? An hour? Two? You sure he hasn't walked out the backdoor or something?"

Blacksand looked at the sniper, his face now showing nothing but resignation. He moved the binocular to the other man to allow him to have a look for himself.

"What do you think I am? Some amateur? What would you say if I asked you if you could hit him from up here?"

Trainwreck gave back the binocular, and slowly began to put together the pieces of his makeshift sniper rifle. Without anyone to smuggle through real weapons he ha to fall back on something self made. His survival training came in handy, but it still wasn't as good as a real rifle.

"I would say: I honestly don't know. Hadn't had a chance to test this thing out, so I don't know if I can hit anything at all with it."

Blacksand gave the man another look and another sigh. This would be a really really long day.
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"Pale finger one to void control and pale hand. Target has entered an apartment block. Alone. Awaiting commands."

The first good message of the day. Sure the port official was no politician or anything, but gaining control over him would at least give them a short term solution to get more resources on the planet. Abyss paged a message at his agent, his voice calm and relaxed.

"Stay on hold. Keep surveillance up until nightfall. Then enter. None lethal weapons. Be quick and unseen. Void control out."

As the last word was spoken, the sith rose from his chair. Soon there would be those that he had to turn into loyal servants and to do it he had to be ready. Time to see how work in the room next to him was progressing.