Moons out, Goons out

[Setter Ryburn]

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Level 1312​

Coruscant​

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"We have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."​

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An open bar- ​

An open bar on a derelict street. Empty, a few people. If Coruscant had a 'hood', this was it. Setter and the boys wouldn't stick out here. But they were here to meet a particular group of pipe-hitters, similar to Razor Team. The Republic kicked 'em out. So what? The boys didn't need that anymore. If the Republic didn't want pipe hitters anymore, then he wouldn't fight to stick around- the red tape wasn't worth it. Razor would just hire out, do the bad work of the good folk for the betterment of the people.

Setter was the first. He put the call out, whoever was going to be there, would be there. If it was just him and the other guy, so be it. But he counted on Razor being there. Being unhinged, being unleashed- he couldn't wait to see what they could do without any rules, without any laws, governments. Setter had no tactical gear on, a Disruptor pistol hanging low from a shoulder holster was the only thing visible.

He was wearing a gray cotton shirt, something he made a point to let his contact know he was wearing it. That, and he gave the guy a picture of him. He left him a simple message- a codephrase to let Setter know he was all about the plan. Wipe out three gangs, two of them who had a hand in what happened to Razor team.

'The heart of man is wicked'.

Hopefully, Raider team were as much of pipe hitters as they were made out to be. Plus- Setter heard a funny little thing about them. They weren't too fond of rules, either.

[member="Valkren Calderon"] l [member="Dish"] l [member="Kyle Tethair"] l [member="Mason Reznov"] l [member="Maxwell Boudon"] l [member="Jocelyn M'koor"]​

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Colonel Valkren Calderon glanced over his shoulder, arms folded across his chest as the group of three rangers stood and awaited for the fourth to finish taking care of his 'business.'

"Should have stopped at the damn space port to take a leak."

He exclaimed this as Corporal Bowers, a member of his special tactics ranger unit, zipped up his shorts as he appeared out of the darkness. Valkren, Lieutenant Konrad Harris, and Specialist John Lowder were standing in a kind of semi-circle to provide cover for the unplanned pit-stop.

"Still can't believe the bloody rook is wearing shorts during an op." Lieutenant Harris scoffed, removing a lit cigar from between his teeth to look toward the approaching corporal.

"Hey, you people said clandestine operation. That means quickness, accessibility, and most importantly..Comfort." Bowers said this all while at the same time circling the direction of his body to each of his teammates as they moved out into the lights of flashing market stalls and neon signs. The lower levels of coruscant always reminded Valkren of Nar Shadaa, which made him despise the area even more.

The group continued along their path, willingly ignoring the slight oddity that it was to operate with such a fashion sense. The rest wore similar darker colors, jackets and simple shirts to avoid having immediate attention drawn. The only red flag that could be raised about the group would be the duffle bags strapped to the backs' of Lowder and Bowers. All four had handguns resting in concealed holsters.

The squad soon arrived to the bar, the group stopping so Valkren could take a glance about before giving the go-ahead. They had the man's picture, and the code word.

Thing should be simple enough

The gray shirt was an easy to make, and it was exactly simple enough to get the connection to the face in the picture. The other three members from the Raiders didn't approach yet, for security alone, but Valkren did.

He didn't hesitate with the code phrase, either.

"The heart of man is wicked."

Valkren had the feeling that things weren't going to turn out so clandestine soon, and he was ready for it.

[member="Setter Ryburn"] | [member="Dish"] | [member="Maxwell Boudon"] | [member="Jocelyn M'Koor"]

 

[Setter Ryburn]

The heart of man is wicked.


The only fair fight is the one you lose.

But his favorite mantra that Razor lived by-

Come for the money, live for the violence. Moons out, goons out.

He sniffed and pushed his empty glass across the bar. He just nudged his head for the Ranger to come close to em. He plopped a paper notebook- spine and all, with a pen attached to it. Setter did things cover to the level that he was paranoid about a datapad without any connections being hacked or looked at. He spoke in a gruff voice, eyeing the obvious backup the Ranger brought with him. Setter came alone, but he feared nothing from the Ranger.

He was playing nice and making friends.

"I hope you're as much of a pipe-hitter as they say you are. You and the boys, and me and boys, are gonna have to do some serious violence to get a point across tonight." Setter got another whiskey. He opened up the notebook. Attached inside the notebook were photographs and drawings of what appeared to be a three-story apartment building.

"Multiple mechanical and dynamic breaches- we can maybe overwhelm a large arm of what is now known as the Red Arm Syndicate- they control most of the weapons on this level and a few others, and part through 1313. We hit this place, steal their credits, their guns, you get a good time, dot some Is, cross some Ts- kill a lot of bad guys, and we get to walk away a little richer and a little sated in bloodlust."

He tapped his fingers on the bar.

"Improvised explosives are being made as we speak. You and your Rangers can take a cut, or just keep help us dismantling the Red Arm here on the floor. I'm gonna guess that this hit will bring out this guy-" He flipped to a picture of a particularly mustache-adorned humanoid male. He was standing next to a few aliens, but was clearly in charge, based on his body posture. The photos were only a few in number. The photographer barely got a glimpse of him.

"People call 'em Happy. He's real bad, and he's real dangerous. Nothing on him. No name, facial recognition software brings up nothing. Nothing in Republic databases, One Sith databanks we could get into, Remnant resources. Even Hutt spies we could drop a line to couldn't get anything on this guy. Makes me worried who he's with, or where he came from. But we hit this place- eventually the shepherd is gonna start pulling in his flock, and we can-" Setter made a throat-slicing motion.

"We just gotta poke the bear a little bit to do it."

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[Valkren Calderon]

It was like he was staring at another version of himself from another time, a time in which the Galactic Republic still stood tall, and Valkren was still apart of their special forces program.

Razor team seemed just like 'Saber Team,' the special forces unit the colonel had been assigned to during his time in the GR, directly after finishing his contract with the Republic Marines. Saber team was much like the First Ranger Special Tactics Unit, or the 'Radama Raiders,' in the way that they operated on similar search and rescue/destroy missions.

The big difference was: with the Antarian Rangers Valkren had no limit on what kind of backup and support they received during their deployments..While with Saber team, there were only five of them. Five operators against the world, and when the Republic fell, they really were on their own. During his time between the Republic's falling and the Silver Jedi's recruitment of Calderon, 'Saber team' and their five republic commandos had taken it on themselves to rid the galaxy of some of its more less-desirable inhabitants.

Their personal crusade didn't come without consequences.

Setter's statement about 'pipe-hitters' was music to his ears. Even while constantly operating within the Antarian Rangers special forces branch, he still spent a good bit of his time reinforcing infantry units during sieges and mobilizations, along with armored units. It wasn't often he ran into more of the 'gunslinger' crowd.

Remaining quiet for the moment, he'd move into place so he could get a clear view of the photos and notes in the book. His fingers would grasp at the edge of the notebook to slide it over his direction.

"How about non-combatants? Any present in the building?" His voice came out once again, however his gaze remained locked on the picture of 'Happy.'

People like Happy were no Shepards, the people that hailed from places like these weren't even prophets or leaders, they were just scum. Scum that made the use of intimidation and probably some harsh gestures in their time to procure their position in the criminal underworld.

People like Happy had no rules.

As Setter continued on with his description of the job at hand, the pieces were beginning to fall together. Valkren could see the images of Razor and Raider ripping through the building with ease quite lucidly in his head. The skillset behind both assault forces gave him the impression that it would be somewhat important for him to see how well Razor would truly preform whilst stacked with his own hand-picked team from the Raiders. Razor team might just be the asset he was in search of.

"As for the cut, I'm sure some of the boys might take a weapon or two as trophies-" He glanced back to the others, who had moved around their own circular-table after the realization that the area was secure. He knew Konrad had a history of taking Sith soldier's chest pieces for Barrack's ornaments, until the Antarian Rangers became a tiny bit hostile to the idea. Valkren returned his direction back to the notebook, then toward the bar ahead of the pair, speaking to his new found ally while his eyes travelled along the numerous liquor bottles on display.

"Keep the rest..When's rendezvous time?"

The Radama Raiders were definitely in it now.

[member="Setter Ryburn"]

 

[Setter Ryburn]

"As far as non-combatants go, I haven't observed any- or any indication that there is any sort of presence of them. I think Happy did that less out of concern for the well-being and moreso as a way to keep things quiet."

He pulled up a picture of the building.

"Problem is- all I got is the exterior. I got into the Coruscant municipal archives and stole the building schematics, but it's just a basic four floored warehouse- stair case in the middle, big empty spaces- reinforced structures to keep it from collapsing under heavy loads on each floor. However- lots of windows. They all have this shield over 'em right now though."

Setter ran a hand through his hair, and smiled. The Ranger was ready to go, ready to go bust heads.

"Two hours. Be ready to climb, gonna do a dynamic breach. Meet me here."

Setter and the Rangers, and the rest of Razor team, parted ways for the moment. Setter left a map with a hand-drawn circle around an alley, a block away from the building.

Time passed, and everyone was geared up on Razor team- For Setter and the goons, it was fatigues, chest rigs, and the classic RS16 rifle. No witnesses, no evidence, no mercy. Setter waited patiently for the Rangers, while the rest of Razor eagerly prepared the home-made explosives to breach the windows, along with the climbing apparatuses to do so with a lot of style. Setter tapped his foot, rolling his head. He was going to enjoy tonight, hell, he was gonna enjoy any time he got to hang out with the Raiders, he felt like.


[member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Valkren Calderon]

"We'll handle the layout situation once we get inside."

Setter walked out, and Valkren continued to order a drink. He and the other three operators from the Antarian Rangers let time pass there for now.

The garbs that rested underneath their tactical webbing and protective vests were much similar to the duds they had on when meeting with Setter, with the only new exception being their knee and elbow pads, plus a lightweight version of their original Katarn Helmet systems. Their visor's illuminated a blue suddenly then faded to a flat black as the group approaching the meeting place that Ryburn had established.

The majority of their equipment had been concealed by cloaks during their travel to the rendezvous, but were quickly ditched to offer their counterpart unit, Razor, a complete look at the four operators.

The rangers were ready to rock.

All four carried LPD 'Firebolt' blasters, compact in nature and easy to operate with in tight corners, a long with a multitude of holdout options such as their sidearms.

The only visual difference in their load-outs resonated with the much larger Lieutenant Harris, as a collapsed version of the Antarian Ranger's Z-6 Rotary cannon rested tightly along his back kit.

Colonel Calderon offered a gloved hand out to Setter now that his four man team had arrived, speaking up from behind his visor to let Ryburn know which one of the soldiers was actually Valkren, and to also symbolize their new found allies.

"Before we get started, we come bearing gifts." As the colonel stated this, he'd let his blaster rifle hang against his chest rig via its sling, sifting through one of his chest pouches, struggling slightly to grasp at the small devices with his gloved fingers. He'd produce a stack of chip-like devices, sleek to the touch, but no other distinguishable features aside from the metallic shine. Valk held up the stack in his left hand, resting carefully between his index finger and thumb, his other hand now resting on the grip of his rifle.. He'd squint behind his visor slightly as he admired the devices, before offering them forward to their new ally.

"Friend-or-foe markers. We usually toss these about when we have friendly air support that can't tell the difference between allied ground forces and the opposition. Figure it might help us if things get dicey in there. Our Heads-up-Display should read you all like our own and give us details of where you are in the building."

"Just to be sure the rook' doesn't pop one of your own." Lieutenant Harris huffed, his voice rather audible due to the older and much larger soldier lifting up his helmet to stick a pouch of tobacco into his lips.

"Oh, feth' off Konrad." Bowers piped up, before Specialist Lowder urged him forward towards the explosives with a quick pat on his shoulder, trying to avoid getting their oldest member and youngest member of the team into a tussle before the mission even began.

"Come on corporal, let's go see what these Razor boys cooked up." With that, the two moved to inspect the explosive devices while Calderon and Harris remained around Setter, incase he had any more details to give about before they began.

[member="Setter Ryburn"]