Faction Raid on Nar Shaddaa [AoC]

[Dyre Redwave]

Dyer's men finished their work quickly and once the cargo ship was safely away, Dyre and his men returned to the front of the self storage facility, and and loaded into the truck.

They were now covered with the sticky residue of dried blood, stinking of death and decay. The filthy rain still fell from above and though it washed some of the gore from their armor, nothing shy of a thorough scrubbing could remove it all.

The truck, trailed by the armored transport, flew in the direction of their next target. Their path saw them backtrack by Euphoria. Their first target of the evening.

Dyre was a bit saddened to see that the speeder he had left was still there, seemingly untouched. 'Kids these days have no sense of adventure' he thought to himself.

Nearby, Dyre and his men saw four seedy looking characters engaged in what he could only assume was some kind of game around a burning trashcan. "Is it a holiday... or some kind of sport" one of the men asked, not quite sure what they were witnessing.

Dyre shrugged "Who knows what kind of holidays these people have" he said with a shrug. "Maybe it is Nar Shaddaa day or something?" he said sarcastically.

"Yes of course Nar Shaddaa day!" the trooper replied his voice dripping in sarcasm. "Where friends and family gather around a communal trash fire and play games and give gifts to loved ones".

Dyre laughed, though it was almost certainly not a tradition, the fact that it could be, given the state of this place, made the man's jest all the more amusing.

As their transport continued on its way, the joking only continued. "Hello sweety. I hope you like this gang tagged piece of concrete I got you for Nar Shaddaa day" one said. Another continued "Papa, for Nar Shaddaa day can I get some deathsticks". "I love Nar Shaddaa day, every year me and my father rob a convenience store. Just like he did with his dad." another said.

This jesting served to take their mind off the grim work at hand. Dyre looked back at the 'Nar Shaddaa day' dumpster fire far behind them in the distance. He was glad that they would soon be leaving this awful moon, even though he had not yet selected a new destination. As he looked out over the slum of the city he vocalized the only thought on his mind. "This place really is an irredeemable shithole."

Tag: Hacks Vale Vynar Soloman Priest Aster Jen'allé

 

[Soloman Priest]

Gear: Armor │ Inferos │ (2) 'Big Iron' │ Vibrosword │ Vibroknife

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“Should watch your mouth, Sith.”, he said through the digitized Vocabulator.​

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Soloman kept his disruptor pointed directly at the man as he approached Hacks, the all too high nature of the slicer already proving to be an inconvenience. He gripped her by the shoulder and tugged her towards his ship, though their pace was slow.​

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“It’s only a matter of time before someone shoves those words somewhere you don’t want ‘em.”​

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The Bounty Hunter hit a few buttons on his vambrace, and the ship that was once offering overwatch slowly landed - waiting for it’s owner to hop on board. Soloman pushed Hacks forward, but there was plenty of time to stop them - if someone tried.​

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Vale Vynar │ Hacks │ Dyre Redwave │ Aster Jen'allé​

 

[Vale Vynar]

Vale extended his freehand and halted the flying trash can as it came flying towards him. It came to a stop flush against his palm and he let the power of the Force surge into the metal object. It disintegrated at his touch and fell to the ground in brittle pieces, the flames creating a crescent shaped barrier on the ground in front of his boots. "That was a very bad idea." He said as he launched himself up and over Aster and planted both of his feet firmly into her back, using the Force to augment his kick and send her flying into the Mandalorian.

"I'm not one for needless bloodshed, especially against allies, but I'm highly considering making an exception for you." He growled at her. There was no point in even interacting with the slicer anymore because it was clear she was just gone so he directed his attention to the Mandalorian.

"And I'm not a Sith you bucket-headed idiot. Those fools are so concerned with power and backstabbing one another it's amazing they ever get anything done."



Dyre Redwave Aster Jen'allé Hacks Soloman Priest

 

[Soloman Priest]

Gear: Armor │ Inferos │ (2) 'Big Iron' │ Vibrosword │ Vibroknife

Soloman’s reactions took the better of him, and he launched Hacks towards the landing of the ship - likely causing her to hit her head, or at least getting a nasty bruise. Two South-Star Class Droids exited, and while one moved to lift her, another pulled a gun and pointed it at the would be enemy. Not that it’d last -​

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The bounty hunter moved to catch Aster, and didn’t move to throw her. Exoskeletons made the armor feel weightless, and for Soloman’s sake it also meant he could catch the girl with little effort before lifting the Inferos from its slouched position and leveling it at the Sith before him;​

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“Looks like a Sith -”, he began as the first of the Disruptor rounds ripped through the air. Eight concurrent shots showered the alley with a horrifying effect - disintegrating anything it touched. The Semi-automatic action loaded the next round before any of them could speak;​

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“Sounds like a Sith-”, Soloman offered as the second round emptied the alley of anything left - and ensuring a greater cone of damage.​

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“It’s probably a Sith.”, and the third round let loose. In total, twenty four disruptor shots capable of destroying tanks spread themselves prismatically across the small confines of the alley, all pointed at the Dark Jedi himself; with the convenient part of Aster now being out of the way of the firing arc.​

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Soloman couldn’t help but grin beneath the Beskar. There was always joy to be had when he could fire the Inferos.​

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Vale Vynar │ Dyre Redwave │ Aster Jen'allé │ Hacks​

 

[Dyre Redwave]

Limited traffic had enabled them to arrive at the Helix Night club quicker than he expected. The club was nine floors tall, on a normal night each level would have had a different DJ or band performing but tonight, it didn't appear particularly busy due to ongoing instability.

The Transport had dropped ten marines onto the roof and departed. The others waited with him. These men were having trouble with the roof hatch and intended to ignite some explosives to breach a hole near the air filtering unit for the ventilation system.

He looked at the other men around him, they seemed composed. This was of course a good thing, as even wretches like these could get lucky and deliver a fatal shot if his men got careless and this was an eventuality which Dyre preferred to avoid.

Seconds ticked away, as he waited for the signal. He had seen no gunfire on the roof but perhaps something had happened. Just as he was growing impatient a countdown was initiated. 3... 2... 1...

For a brief moment, time seemed to slow down. The enormous windows which lined the club turned white, fractaling as the explosion sent out a concussive blast. Starting with the top floor and moving downward. Before blasting outward into trillions of tiny particles which fell to the ground like razor sharp flakes of snow. The fluorescent lights on the few solid portions of the wall, remained undamaged and gave the impression of a rainbow of colors as they fell to the ground amid the echo of the thunderous blast... it was... it was beautiful.

'Maybe Nar Shaddaa day is real' he thought as he and his men made their way toward the door of the building which had been blown ajar by the blast where they found staff and crew in a sorry state. Some civilians ventured came running to see the source of the blast quickly withdrawing when they saw the heavily armed and armored men.

While Dyre had originally planned upon going in and clearing floor after floor, this liberal use of explosives had made the entire affair quite simple, barely an inconvenience. Whether their excess use had been through accident or design, he was uncertain but the effects were impressive.

A group of nearly a dozen men who had been guarding the door were flailing about, their sense of up and down as well as their vision and hearing clearly dampened by the blast. Dyre and his men quickly stunned them with his rifles and placing collars upon their necks.

After a quick sweep of the first floor Dyre and his men made their way through the second, third and fourth without incident. At last they met with the team which had entered from the top on the 5th floor.

The fifth floor appeared to have been cleared out and in the center of the central dance floor, sat a large circular table. Atop it, shattered glasses of wine and the remnants of fine looking meals.

Around the table, coming to their senses were six figures. A Male devaronian, a female togruta, a Male neimoidian, both a male and female faleen and male twilek. Dyre looked at the miserable bunch. These charming individuals were clearly people of significance among the local gangs, otherwise they would not be having such a fine meal. These people were precisely what he needed...

"Are you one of Varrick's men" the female togruta yelled as she made fumbled attempts to stand... succeeding only briefly before falling to the ground once more. Given her expression, Dyre was inclined to think that her yelling was likely the after effects of the concussive blast more.

Dyre smiled inside his helm. 'No point in talking right now. They wouldn't hear me anyway' he thought to himself. He raised his rifle silently and pointed it at the Togruta. "Don't" was all she managed to get our before a blue blast dropped her, limp, to the ground. His men followed suit with the others.

Opening his com line he set about issuing orders. "Tanner, Helix is resolved. Gonna need a pickup. Time for some interrogations."

Tag: Vale Vynar Aster Jen'allé Soloman Priest Hacks

 

[Aster Jen'allé]

Aster watched as the trashcan she launched was stopped and somehow disintegrated,

“Wota”

She cussed under her breath in the language of her home, still trying to process what happened, as Vale flipped through the air unnaturally. Shock was the only reason why her heightened reflexes didn’t respond to the dark jedi planting his feet in her back, something that the dark jedi wouldn’t be able to rely on happening again, and so she fell forward into the waiting arms of Soloman. Shock turned into even more anger at having to be caught. If the Mandalorian listened closely he would’ve heard her whisper, “I didn’t need any help,” indignantly before turning herself loose of his arm. She started to run toward the dark jedi but stopped herself just short of running right into the volley of disruptor fire.

Vale Vynar Soloman Priest Hacks Dyre Redwave

 

[Vale Vynar]

Vale was quick but not that quick.

The Kiffar assassin nimbly dodged some of the disruptor rounds but quickly found himself in the line of fire of several more. He did the only thing he could do in this situation and threw up a wall of Force energy, amplifying the strength of it with all the anger and frustration that this whole absurd scenario had stoked in him. Even then the force of the blasts pushed him backwards but when the last round detonated and the alley fell silent Vale was still standing there. He was tired and drained from the effort of holding up the wall of energy, but he was still there.

"Hope that wasn't the best you've got Mandalorian." He said maintaining the same posture and tone of voice he had earlier despite his drained condition. He wasn't about show them any weakness. "If it was, then you're in for a long evening."