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Liquidation (The Underworld: RC Exploitation of Erilnar)

After slamming shut the back room door to the Dragonsnake's cantina, Kendall's back was up against it, but hearing the commotion outside he snapped back to reality, the adrenaline numbing the pain in his throat. Kendall looked around, and thought to set the room off, it'd blow apart the bar and a good portion of the main room, as well as setting the building ablaze. Hopefully with the street fights that were no doubt going on, the building would be given enough time to burn, so he took the shelf of alcohol closest to the door, and pushes it toward the door, hoping to barricade it. It being heavier than he expected, Kendall shoves it from a higher point, tipping the shelf in front of the door, as well as dropping a good amount of drinks onto the ground, many shattering, providing the beginning of the fuel for his fireworks.

The Commotion outside grew louder as the Gangers banged on the door, and eventually the bigger ones got their weapons ready, and started attacking the door, hoping to break it down.

With the door shaking, Kendall starts collecting munitions from the walls, tossing them into the center of the room to base the lighting up of the bar. Looking to the door Kendall's situation becomes a reality, trapped, he looked around the room searching for an exit, clearly this wasn't meant exited from. Kendall almost advanced to panic until he saw a small window high up on the wall, barely producing light, and he could then turn his attention to his goal. Seeing the Gammorean's body, Kendall saw the jacket that he had been hired to receive. He pulls off the jacket clumsily, tying the sleeves together to make a sort of sac, of which he started loading in weapons or tools that he could make substantial gain off of, however throwing the alcohol, more volatile munitions, and other pointless yet burnable materials into the central floor of the room. As he did this his comm went off, he had opened his channel to his employers, so assuredly it was them. He got the message referring to the Gang's warehouse of missile launchers. Kendall was blown away by the gang's firepower, but that didn't mean he'd slow down, as the door began to show signs of weakness, they were almost through. He had collected a fairly explosive pile in the room, as well as covering the room in alcohol from broken bottles haphazardly tossed into the surrounding walls. Additionally he had found some value in not only the 2,000 credit jacket, but the weaponry he decided was worth picking from the trash, lastly, Kendall was fortunate enough to find a detonator in the collection, and so climbed for his only escape. He pushed the window open, then lugging his jacket of gear through the small opening, wincing at the sound of their landing, but they'd be good enough to sell with a bit of polish. Then he pulls himself up to the window, at this point the Dragonsnakes had busted and shot holes into the door of the room plenty, and as Kendall climbed through they managed to push it aside, only to be welcome to the travesty that was their storeroom, as well as another blockade provided by the shelf of drinks. However, as the first one looking in pieced together the situation, Kendall was dropping out the other side of the window, and arming his detonator, turning around Kendall heard some yells of warning, he then continued to throw the explosive through.

Kendall didn't see the actual fireworks, he was too busy running for his life, after all he had no idea how much of a boom he'd made, or whether some straggling Dragonsnakes were hanging around the back allies he dropped off into. He did however, hear it, and even felt it as the building burst open sourcing from the storeroom, surely killing anyone in the main room, and while their jackets may not be collected for the death mark, Kendall knew he'd at least destroyed what he assumed to be the Dragonsnakes main base of operations. Kendall ducked into a small nook located in the allies where he could take a moment to review his situation. With the stash he'd just amassed Kendall could pull out, but this mangy pack of animals that call themselves a swoop gang have missiles, and due to the urgency discussed by the Renetasian leader, he could guess they were big ones. He took a moment and used this place to hide his goodies, covering them up with whatever he could find nearby without it looking conspicuous. Kendall was in this job all the way, and so started off on a trot to the designated location. This gave him a moment to notice the poking in his leg, and he looked down to see he had holstered the knife that used to belong to the Gammorean. Seeing it caused a quick flood of realization to Kendall, of the situation he'd just survived, and survived it well. He chuckled, and elevated to a laugh under his breath as he ran through the dilapidated streets of Erilnar.
 
Objective 2

It was over in a matter of seconds, not that the end was in question at any point. A squad of thugs who were strong against a largely unarmed populance were not used to dealing with a battle hardened veteran Sith Lord like Bane. Cutting through their ranks faster than a hot knife through butter, the ground was soon littered with perforated corpses and freshly severed steaming limbs.

Daxton had one survivor caught in a deathgrip choke as he drained information anx life energy out of his victim. The punk squirmed as he tried to escape but each kick grew febbler until it stopped all together. Armed with fresh intel and he used the stolen life essencd to knit wounds he had gotten from a few lucky shots that got through his guard.

Striding towards the building, he did not expect it to explode in a shower of fire and debris. Fortunately his personal body shield took the brunt of the damage so it would be awhile before he could use it again unless he could recharge it somehow.

Removing dust from his armored flective faceplate, he scanned the gathering crowd for possible suspects fleeing the scene when he heard over the comms about the missile deal. To the Sith it did sound like a lot of fun so he got one of remaining intact hoverbikes and headed over to the second location with a smile on his lips. Nothing like a blood filled raid to get his juices flowing.
 
"Sweet! You get that door open, i'll grab my swoop," Desmond swam over to his bike and swung himself on top of it. As he did so he noticed a little slime on the bike. "Disgusting" He wiped the handlebars with his hand then drove his bike over to the droid. "Hop on," Des's stomach was growling and by now he just wanted to go home.

[member="Mephite"]
 
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

Mephite hefted himself onto the ledge and went over to the door. A quick tug showed it to be locked. Not unexpected but a little irritating. Looking at the wall around it showed battering down the door down was a bad idea.

"Stay back," he said to Des. Though he saw the man was definitely doing that. The Chiss wouldn't be winning any awards for valor. But then Mephite had noticed a lot of those were posthumously given.

He leveled his rifle as a well-placed bolt did for the lock. The IG-86's photoreceptors allowed extreme detail a human couldn't see unaided. Mephite gave the portal a push and it swung open. Done and done.

Mephite returned to his seat on Des' swoop at the Chiss' invitation.

"Let's go."
 

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