Savages [Open]

[Miss Blonde]

Fast cars, giant mansions, night clubs, fancy hotels, beautiful people taking illegal substances to take the edge away. All of this made up the criminal underworld, a place where one could do whatever they wanted to with little regard for the law. Where you could be the best or worst you and no one would care or judge you otherwise. It's a pretty little lie isn't it? That was what most people thought the criminal underworld was like, well, that wasn't what it was really like. The idea of luxury and kingpin lifestyles was only skin deep. Do you really want to know what lay beneath all of the glamor?

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Savagery. Pure and brutal savagery was what made the criminal underworld go around. The fact of the matter was that despite the looks and rules of society be it criminal or lawful, they were all superficial. All that mattered was who needed to be crushed under your boot. Who was the next person to die. What are we going to take for ourselves. All of it boiled down to our base instincts of kill or be killed, take what you need to survive or die. It wasn't pretty, and it certainly wasn't fair. But that was how life worked, the strong persevered and the meek died. And there was no better example of that then where Syndicate had their next job planned.

Wind whipped at Miss Blonde's hair causing it to drag in the wind, the dry and arid plains environment filled her lungs with warm air as it passed through the filters of her infamous gas mask. Beneath those visors lay a woman on a warpath and beyond her sight was her target, an item that had long evaded her ever since her first large scale heist. An item that would of been hers if not for the idiocy and and carelessness of former employees. But the past was the past, all that mattered was this moment, the here and now. And right about now surrounding Miss Blonde were the roars of hundreds of speeders, assault craft, and fortified bikes like the one she rode.

Screeching overhead were the cries of starfighters and the looming presence of capital grade ships that were part of the Syndicate fleet. What was once the Black Tie Syndicate had returned to Roon to finish the job they had started when they rained down fire and brimstone upon this planet and stole everything that wasn't bolted to the floor. So you might ask if Syndicate had already picked the place clean, then why were they here? Well Miss Blonde liked to be thorough when it came to her line of work, she was the galaxy's most infamous crime lord for a good reason.

"So in about thirty seconds! You guys are gonna come into contact with something that looks like a very large building! But it damn sure isn't! So don't mess it up too badly because it's our target!" Giving her basic instructions she would now trail into a history lesson.

"Now this used to be Techno Union territory, in fact it was their capital! And towards their end yours truly burnt it to the ground and stole everything of value! But there's something that was left behind! Something I want! The droids here have spent many years piecing what they could back together, and we're going to thank them by taking it! That being said there will be thousands of the little @&#%ers at the site! So grab yourself a platoon of my War Dog battle droids and break their defenses! Then get inside the building and secure it!" And that was pretty much that.

"OH! One last thing! Five seconds!" Blonde yelled as they were making their way up a rocky hill.

Those five seconds flew by in a blink of an eye and when her bike jumped off the top of the hill the target site was revealed.

What was almost a makeshift city of mechanical housing and tents surrounded a massive structure looming out of the sand and dirt. A perimeter that stretched for kilometers in every direction was littered with battle droids and gun emplacements. It seemed as if since Blonde left they had never been taken off defense mode and had regrouped here on this arid part of the globe to rebuild what was lost to the Union.

"SCRAP THEM ALL!!" This was going to suck.

[member="John Trenway"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Vigil"] [member="Hala Jast"] [member="Acaleus Thorn"] [member="Macoda Haberon"] [member="Dead Eye"] [member="Halifax McCade"] [member="Jynx"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Tanya Thiran"] [member="Mara Illyrett"]
Note: It's technically tomorrow and I'm not very patient, so have fun!

 

[Thraxis]

(Sorry if the post is a bit poor. Not use to full scale war threads.)
Now was the chance, now was the time Thraxis repaid Miss Blonde for all the equipment he had used in his journeys. From the wisps of sandy dunes, a single vehicle rolled, bellowing music screamed and echoed all about as a single Insignia was scratched and clawed into the mast of the ship. The Jackals Logo. It was an ancient one that narry a single man woman or child could even recall existing, simply rolled under the tides of time and replaced like all the rest. Now was time for a last hoorah. The sands whipped and stirred beneath the ship as screams choired, the sound of war bellowed and boomed ever closer as they rolled closer and closer over the rolls of sands and into the depths of war.

The thing was only meant to hold at most twenty-six soldiers, but Thraxis was a man of resource and found that a few Magno boots and a tight grip easily doubled that. On the side the mad ones sat, fingers coiled both around and through the chains as their Mango Boots gripped them tightly to the side. It was a ship of madness enveloped in roar and screams as Thraxis let loose a bit, walking back and fourth as the ship ripped and roared a short distance behind Miss Blonde. He hadn't brought much else, he had entire fleets he could have brought but he preferred the more personal touch, let Miss Blonde and the rest bring in their armies to the tides of war. Thraxis needed to simply pay back his own personal debt.

Quickly it came to view, Miss Blondes demand was met with a cheer and a scream as the ship roared into motion that little bit faster, edging closer and closer to the war zone as he looked to a few soldiers, "Arm the men!" He said with a sense of determination and control as a few boxes were snapped open, the Armaments of Cadan were tossed down the sides of the ship, the madman loosening a hand as they grabbed the Waraxes. Then came the buzz, the roaring of the Axes raising through the air as the chains immolated through steel, they hadn't decided to charge through, let the Cavalry do that, instead, the battle barge turned on its side, riding lengthwise against the droids as Thraxis watched the Carnage unfold before him. "Come to my men! We shall weaken the first line and then follow at the end of their charge!" He screamed atop the blanketing choir of doom that was the ship. He already predicted massive losses if he was to join in at the front of the charge the whole way. He may have been mad but he figured that the first line would be the weakest, or he was horribly wrong.
[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Tanya Thiran]

Tanya sped down the hill, lightsaber active. As she sped past, she cut down battle droids and anyone foolish enough to pick up a blaster. One managed to get a shot on her bike, causing it to crash. Just before it kit a wall, Tanya leaped off and into the fray, cutting down the droids with almost comical ease.


"I THOUGHT YOU SAID THIS WAS DIFFICULT!" Tanya yelled in the general direction of Blonde.



[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Mara Illyrett]

Mara had gotten the syndicate to let her come, and had even let her borrow a swoop bike. Overall, a good day. Now, she and a platoon of war dogs sped towards a droid defensive line, following a Jedi, and joining her in the combat. Mara parked her bike, and using it as a makeshift barriers, she opened fire on the droids. The war dogs did their job quite well. The Jedi, who seemed to have lost her bike, was tearing though the droids by the dozens. Distracted momentarily by a ship flying strait at the defensive line, Mara felt a blaster bolt hit her shoulder. Letting out a small scream, she fell back, using the bike as a wall, the young pickpocket leaned against it, and fired into the droids, almost blindly, before giving into the pain and clutching her shoulder in agony.


[member="Tanya Thiran"]@Thraxis@Miss Blonde

 

[Xiarr Sair]

As the transport rolled toward the target, Miss Blonde explained the situation. Xiarr knew that the Techno Union was an enemy of the syndicate, but he never knew why. It didn't really matter, as being paid was his most major concern, but it still didn't make sense, what would the Techno Union still have left behind? And how could battle droids, possibly the stupidest army the galaxy has ever seen, build said very large building? Then again, Xiarr didn't know much about the Union, maybe they had improved the droids? Or maybe he was misinterpreting the entire thing, which was definitely the most likely answer.

When they arrived at their destination Xiarr lead a platoon of War Dogs closer to the front line. Of course, he wasn't going to charge into the fray, that would be certain suicide. Instead, he got his platoon into position and ordered the droids to open fire. Xiarr got in front of his platoon, deflecting the incoming blaster fire coming toward his way.

[member="Mara Illyrett"]
[member="Tanya Thiran"]
[member="Thraxis"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Hadrian Bjormund]

Mac blazed across the desert on the speeder bike that he had borrowed from the Syndicate, enjoying the wind that rushed through his hair. Though he loved the life of a space pirate, the adventure and the freedom that comes with it, he did miss the wind. Even if this wind was hot and dry. Mac kicked the speeder into full gear. Ever since he left the swoop gang, he didn't have the chance to ride on a speeder too often and so he was going to take full advantage of his opportunity now. Mac was flanked by a unit of War Dog Battle Droids. He had never seen the droids in action but he was a little bit hesitant in relying on them, hopefully they will prove to be capable canon-fodder.

The colossal structure slowly emerged from the dust into vision, almost like a titanic mirage. The wave of speeder bikes crashed into the perimeter of the city and droids on both sides flooded the streets of the scrap city. Mac quickly dismounted his speeder bike on the ridge overlooking the city, the mobility would do him little good in the streets below. The unit of War Dogs followed Mac as they descended down into the streets below. Mac unholstered a shotgun that he picked up from the Syndicate and fired at the crowd of droids, clearing street after street. It was very dangerous work, and Mac was fully willing to let his units tackle the brunt of the defense. He himself was used to fighting in close quarters so street fighting felt familiar. Mac's only disappointment was that his axes would be rather useless against these droids but perhaps that wasn't such a loss. He needed the practice with ranged weapons anyways.

After a short while, it became very apparent that Mac wasn't alone in this fight, he saw twirls of lightsabers of all different colors. As much as he disliked force users, they were handy in a fight. It seems like prospect of getting paid is the only thing that can bridge such rivalries. His focus was taken away from the Jedi carving through the sea of droids when he heard a small scream coming from a downed speeder bike.

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[member="Xiarr Sair"]
[member="Mara Illyrett"]
[member="Tanya Thiran"]
[member="Thraxis"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

It was years since he returned to Roon. The city where his forces where wasnt there any more. The subsidary of Enryu Corp was changed by some military wall. But he was a former Techno Union, and former Obsidian Order knight. So he knew his way around. Of course before everyone started to charge he saw Thraxis, walking around "I will have my revenge...in the nicest way possible of course. That guy is cool" thought before leaving. Venus wouldnt be in there, and he lost too many of his Enryu Corp militia in previous battles, and it was better to be alone for this kind of things. He was carrying all the primary list of weapons on him and a bag full of explosives with the detonator being linked with his wrist band.

The sewers smelled pretty bad, and he wouldnt want to get out with stain of human waste in him, so he extended an arm and created a force shield. It would lead to the main district inside the city, and he knew this because he smuggle things inside from time to time. In the tunnel, the movement of speeders and screams already advancing forwards wasnt that loud, and the tremble didnt freak out the assassin. After running for two minutes, the alarm on the radio went on, not loud enough to reach any detector, on an intersection of four roads, one being where Acaleus had come.

His holo map showed that on the surface, on top of him, where the front line of the droids, spreading death and stopping any advance. Acaleus took out the C-4 explosives from his backpack and launch them towards his right and left, at a thirty meter radius using the force and planted two at his feet. He walked forward, whistling while stretching his shoulders. When he was at a safe space, the bombs went off.

In the surface, that would be seen by a hundred meters long of dirt suddenly sinking, with the first and central line of the droids tumbling down, being destroyed in the process. That left an open pass for speeders and troops to pass, or at least that was what Acaleus believe everyone would do "If no one engage and i go back to the surface and troops arent around the citadel, im going to help the freaking droids" the advantage was large. At least for a former general and strategist.

He would walk forwards and enter the city, disabling everything in his path "And preparing my revenge against Thraxis..." In his backpack, there was a plastic box, filled with a substance. It would serve well for this

[member='Miss Blonde'] [member='Thraxis']

 

[Vigil]

It was a shame these machines wouldn't realize how futile their efforts were. To defend against the coming tides would be difficult, at best, and impossible at worst. Unless of course they had something special waiting for them, of course. The AI known as Vigil wouldn't put it past them, if they were able to rebuild after one assault then surely there was some intelligence guiding the mindless droids, something that could plan for the return of [member="Miss Blonde"] and whoever she could bring with. And there most certainly would be someone with a grudge.

Suited the AI just fine... he'd been wanting to learn about the sensation of a 'grudge' for a while. So as Vigil rode on a bike of his own, his holoprojectors giving him the appearance of a Kel Dor male, he began calculating the odds of successful paths. He reached a conclusion, and took his platoon of droids on a path towards the others, concluding they required his assistance to progress. The AI parked his speeder bike alongside [member="Mara Illyrett"]'s, and calmly stepped off even as blaster fire rained down around him. He proceeded to kneel down, and inspect the wound.

"You'll live. You'll hurt for a while though, perhaps you would like painkillers?"

With calm ease, Vigil (still pretending to be a Kel-Dor) stood from the makeshift barricade and drew his "Series 9" slugthrower. The weapon was sleek as ever, and with each pull of the trigger a standard slug round ripped through the air, before tearing through the weaker sections of the droids' armor, the platoon of war dog droids backed him up, though the impressive accuracy at these ranges with a slugthrower pistol was something to watch.

Indeed, if one didn't know better they'd assume Vigil was a droid.

[member="Acaleus Thorn"] | [member="Macoda Haberon"] | [member="Xiarr Sair"] | [member="Tanya Thiran"] | @Thraxis |

 

[Poe]

​Halifax gripped the handlebars on the speeder bike, looking through the tinted visor of his helmet, before kicking in the speeder's thrusters. Since his departure from the Clan, he had taken odd jobs to survive. This score, if the payment was as big as it was advertised, would solve the majority of his problems. Financially he was in a rut. He was, though, a survivor who knew how to etch out an existence in the galaxy, despite the tremendous events that stacked up the odds in the dealers favor.

​He had been assigned some war droids, War Dogs, to assist him in the taken of the target. He commanded Mandalorian underlings through the fields of Bastion, battling the Sith forces there; and even on a couple of planets where he fought and dispatched Jedi. He hated Force users, but he craved credits more. If he had to work with a Force user, fine, as long as they kept their witchcraft away from him.

(OOC Sorry about short, meaningless post)

 

[Bolt]

Hands on the controls of his speeder, Doc sighed inwardly. He hated technology. Hated. It. Yet he had learned some small things so as to manage and be useful. Such as currently. When they breeched the hill, soaring high into the skies, Doc let his Law of the West taught Mastery of the Force take over. Instinctively he activated a Nullify Force field around himself, which stretched to its extreme a meter diametered circle around him.

The bike, now no longer pulled toward the ground sailed higher and higher, until he leaped back off of the vehicle. When the field passed the craft, it began its plummet as logic dictated. He however, in spite of kicking back, continued soaring the angle he had gone to begin. Rotating his body, he flipped until he was upside down in mid-air. Then the fastest draw of the West near instantly had Colt and Daisy drawn, blasting massive .75 calibre holes into the bodies of droids beneath... Above him... ON THE GROUND.

"[member="Miss Blonde"], there are mass numbers, are we sure we can handle this??" Doc asked, knowing the transmitter attached to his collar would transmit his voice to her. Emptying Daisy of her shots, Doc then simply let her go next to his shoulder, where she hung suspended thanks to the null gravity. Swift as could be, her brother, Berry, was drawn and began to line up shots as well.

Lucky for him he had brought almost a thousand rounds. Lucky for the team, he was a sharpshooter. Speed and accuracy were what be brought to the field. He wasnt good in a hand to hand match, horrible with knives, had never even touched a lightsaber. No. Slugthrowers were his thing.

[member="Halifax McCade"] || [member="Vigil"] || [member="Macoda Haberon"] || [member="Xiarr Sair"] || [member="Mara Illyrett"] || [member="Tanya Thiran"] || [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Nate Phantoms]

What is up with this woman always having us drop directly in-front of their line? Sighing, he checked his side, basically flashing everyone in the drop ship around him as he ran his fingers over the exposed ribs and still closing wound. It had been the first time in a very long while he had retained a wound for longer than a few minutes.

The discovery shocked him, a little frightening as now he figured that a once mortal wound could be just that. The thing that didn't worry him? No way in hell would it be a line of battle droids and gun emplacements. he had fought against worse odds in his sleep. Quite literally too. In his dreams he always seemed to be fighting forces numbering in the thousands. Usually ended up as a nightmare, him getting slaughtered.

But, it wasn't a fear of dying, it was a fear of what dying would mean. Standing stock still as they drop ship came under a hell storm of fire, his legs locked up, his thoughts blocking out all outside noise. Refusing to move, the man's rifle seemed much heavier in his hands than normal, his mind preventing any movement, even as his ship was in the midst of getting shot down, the majority of his crew dead. Finally, at the main thrusters exploded, he was jarred from his "slumber", stumbling forward to look out the veiwport. "Son of a-" Muttering a long string of curse words before jumping to the back, tearing open the storage cabinets and hurriedly slipping into his armor provided by none other than [member="Miss Blonde"].

Snapping the helmet into place, the gold visor shone with a heavenly light, unfortunately, it would be the last thing many saw. Hoisting up his rifle, he attempted to aim the quick descending ship into a strong point in enemy lines. "Boom" Now only a few Kilometers from the ground, he kicked open the side door, his black armor looking out of place on the white ship as he plummeted to the ground.

Landing with a roll, he skidded to a stop after jumping to his feet, shielding his eyes momentarily as his ship exploded in a mushroom cloud in the enemies main line, leaving a rather large hole for the man to hammer through.

How fun it was.

[member="Dead Eye"], [member="Halifax McCade"], [member="Vigil"], [member="Acaleus Thorn"], [member="Macoda Haberon"], [member="Xiarr Sair"], [member="Mara Illyrett"], [member="Tanya Thiran"], [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Tanya Thiran]

Another force user. Tanya simply noted the other force user' existence while continuing to tear through droid after droid, using her speed and skill with the blade to her advantage to take them out before they fired. The thrill of combat was exhilarating, carrying Tanya away as she butchered droid after droid. The ease with which she tore through the droids made her confident. Overconfident. This was her first real combat scenario, and her skill with the blade made her feel invincible. She began to get careless, leaving chinks in her defense, which, so far, the droids had been to stupid to exploit, she tore her way along the defensive line, opening a fair portion of it, but she had seperapted her self from her war dogs, leaving them behind to continue to chase down droids. She pat up onto a platform, which had five machine guns stationed on it, all with a fair number of regular battle droids. As she jumped, she cut the barrel of a machine gun, and as she landed she tore through them. Strange. There were more here than she had originally estimated. Tanya was surrounded, and no longer on the offensive, desperately trying to block the blast bolts, as she slowly moved to the edge of the platform.

[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"][member="Dead Eye"][member="Halifax McCade"]@Vigil@Acaleus Thorn[member="Macoda Haberon"][member="Xiarr Sair"][member="Mara Illyrett"]@Thraxis@Miss Blonde

 

[Hadrian Bjormund]

Chaos. Just pure chaos.

This was why Mac avoided great mercenary operations like this. There was no coordination, not really. Every merc and their grandmas went on their own path rampaging down the streets in one epic last stand after another. Mac had only taken the job because he needed the taste of adventure and he had heard that [member="Miss Blonde"] pays handsomely those who tend to survive the raid. However as Mac looked around at the carnage, there seemed to be fewer people making it out alive than originally thought. Mac had a sneaking suspicion that Miss Blonde would be counting on that. Fewer people surviving means a larger cut for those who did. Mac looked back at what remained of his unit. The War Dog Battle Droids dwindled in number, Mac mainly used them as diversions and for clearing out platforms too far away for Mac's shotgun. Together, they had cleared three streets and Mac was pleasantly surprised at their performance.

But right now, Mac and his unit were pinned down by a machine gun platform that overlooked the street. However, opposing fire began to light up as Mac saw a young lady leap onto the platform and started to cleave through the droids with her lightsaber. Mac seized the opportunity and shouted to his droids through the noise of the battle.

"MOVE UP! LAY SOME FIRE ON THAT PLATFORM!"

He motioned up to the Jedi getting quickly surrounded by Battle Droids. They force user had clearly gotten in over her head.

Typical force user cockiness.

Still, now was not the time to hold grudges. For the moment at least, Mac and the Jedi on the platform were on the same side. The Jedi's distraction allowed Mac and his unit to close the gap to the platform. As his group provided cover fire, the droids on the platform began to thin out. He and his War Dogs quickly climbed up to the platform.

[member="Tanya Thiran"]

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[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]
[member="Dead Eye"]
[member="Halifax McCade"]
[member="Vigil"]
[member="Acaleus Thorn"]
[member="Xiarr Sair"]
[member="Mara Illyrett"]
[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Poe]

​Halifax jumped from his speeder, landed into a roll, and popped up firing several rounds up at the platform. This should give ​that Jedi wench enough time to cut through the droids while he distracted them. Whistling, he gestured for his droids to sweep around the nearest building to lay flanking fire as he himself darted across the street, avoiding returned blaster fire in the process. He ducked into a building, sighted an enemy on the platform and with a gentle squeeze from his left handed pistol, shot the head clean off. Several more returned shots were directed back at him.

​"This aka​ is fubar! Where are those rusted out ​beskar'ad?"

​He hated working with droids, a simple glitch in their programming can turn the easiest of commands into an all out screw up. Those tin cans were probably shambling about complaining about system error in their programming, while he was pinned down by the enemy. Where was that Force wielding witch? Spotting her, trapped and completely overwhelmed, she now became the focus of the enemy. Another 'ally' and his droids seized the moment to move up the platform. Firing two rounds through a broken window, he killed a sniper scoping out the man leading his bucket of bolts up the potential death trap, then Halifax burst through the opening, laying suppression fire for the man; before taking cover to reload.

"This ​aka​ is fubar!"



[member="Macoda Haberon"] l [member="Tanya Thiran"] l [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] l [member="Dead Eye"] l [member="Vigil"] l [member="Acaleus Thorn"] l [member="Xiarr Sair"] l [member="Mara Illyrett"] l [member="Thraxis"] l [member="Miss Blonde"]

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[Darth Abyss]

The Mindeater had remained unseen while the brute force of the syndicate had begun their assault on what had once been the glory of the techno union. Despite his appearance, since his transformation simply an empty husk composed of twisted metal and held together by nothing but darkness, Abyss was not a man that preferred to slaughter his way through the enemy. Sure he was powerful, but his intelligence still overshadowed his raw strength, even now that he was free from the weakness of flesh. It had been a while since he had taken part in the actions of the syndicate, and other than the rest of those fighting today he cared little about credits. His presence there was simply a favor to [member="Miss Blonde"], a little demonstration of how his new power would play out to her advantage in the future.

He despised fighting droids. Not because they posed much of a threat to him, but because they had no minds he could either devour or twist to make them fight under his command, forcing him to rely on more direct means to destroy them. There where no wardogs marching under his command, all they would was to slow him down. Blonde's droids were deadly without a doubt, but compared to him they were nothing. The only things they shared was the fact that they all were made out of metal.

Hidden under a cloak of shadows the sith lord had made his way over the battlefield, evading large groups of droids on his way instead of picking fights. He had a different plan to use his skills. In a bag that he carried several emp charges had been stored, and now he would simply walk through the enemy, unseen, unheard yet deadly and place them along the way. If he had calculated right than they would even the field a little once set of, and allow the syndicate forces to speed up their advancement towards the real target.

All around him was chaos, metal burning from blaster bolts being fired on it, droids marching with mechanical ruthlessness and criminals giving them a hell of a fight. In his book this was one of the simpler, calmer days of his life.

[member="Macoda Haberon"] [member="Tanya Thiran"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Dead Eye"] [member="Halifax McCade"] [member="Vigil"] [member="Acaleus Thorn"] [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Mara Illyrett"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[media] https://youtu.be/9y6hMghLZ7g [/media]​

Skirmishing forces had already started poking their way into the makeshift droid city and Miss Blonde was more than a little impressed at the people she had hired for this job. She had fully expected to break into the city with her leading the way, but it seemed that others had taken the initiative and hammered their lines with the brutality only money could buy. There was even a great big opening made by [member="Acaleus Thorn"] and her good friend [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] that she more than intended to take advantage of to keep her boys and girls inside their perimeter from being shredded by droid fire coming from the rear and front.

"Crash Crash Crash!!" Blonde yelled out to the main force of War Dogs backing her up.

Flying faster than the last lap of the Cloud City Grand Prix, Blonde and over a hundred different speeders and bikes flew towards the two of the gaping holes in the earth provided by her men. With them in sight one of her droids pulled up to her side when she made a hand signal beckoning him to hand her a certain object strapped around his chest. The droid swiftly followed through with the midair exchange and soon jangling around in the crime lord's hand was a fully stocked grenade belt. That she wasted no time priming by pushing her thumb down on one of the detonators.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!!" Blonde yelled as her speeder flew over the hole with her dropping the belt into it as they passed.

The massive explosion went off finishing whatever Clankers that had survived the fall. She didn't need any of the bastards pulling a George Romero and coming back out the ground to haunt them. So with that now done and a good part of their speeder force inside their lines, it was time to get back to her previous orders of crash crash crash.

In tactical terms it meant to exploit the opening by having her main force attack their lines directly in your basic war of attrition and siege, but once an opening was made you took a bulk force and you hit their flank and crash their lines in order to envelop and destroy them. And with the advancement of fast attack vehicles and mini guns, that was an easier feat to accomplish.

So when her bulk crashing force split into two in order to hit both their flanks, mini guns, chain guns, E-Webs, and whatever heavy automatic weapons strapped to the speeders started to charge up then unleash hell into their trenches. Pieces of droids flew everywhere absolutely ruining their ability to hold those lines. So a few people were wrong about her, she didn't want a single one of her men to die. She'd go to the ends of the earth to make sure they won and that each of them made it home safely. It's why she had them fill out a life insurance waiver before they left, so if they fell in battle their next of kin or family would be receiving a good million credits to help them. Sometimes under all that scary ruthless crime lord was someone who cared a great deal.

But now wasn't the time to think about that, with a good section of their lines destroyed it was time to move into what was arguably the most dangerous part of the operation. Pushing through the city and getting to the actual large structure.

"No one speed through the city! They got War Bugs, and they will ambush you from the walls and blow your ass into pieces! Approach with caution but don't get bogged down in a firefight! Reinforcements are on their way, so before they get here be sure to hit any flak cannons or point defense lasers! I don't need any ships lost on my operational spreadsheet tonight!" Giving her next set of orders she would rev the bike and pass over to where [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] was.

"Get the lead out of your ass and head the charge, Nate! Second wave of droids are inbound to help take the city and ship!" Once her little motivational speech was finished she dismounted her armored speeder bike and passed it off to the man.

She needed to stay back a bit and help establish a beachhead with the Dropships that were coming in off the horizon. From there they would be able to tactically take out what remained of their outer line and city rather than relying on brute strength to smash their way through.


[member="John Trenway"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Vigil"] [member="Hala Jast"] [member="Acaleus Thorn"] [member="Macoda Haberon"] [member="Dead Eye"] [member="Halifax McCade"] [member="Jynx"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Tanya Thiran"] [member="Mara Illyrett"]
Note: I try to post at least once a day to give you guys a chance to post throughout the day. So just as a heads up if you don't post I will sadly have to keep the thread moving in order for it not to die and advance the plot.

 

[Xiarr Sair]

For every mercenary that showed up, it seemed that a hundred more droids appeared. The droids kept on coming and coming, and even a few of Xiarr's War Dogs fell due to the seemingly never-ending horde, but as the battle progressed things took a change for the better. Miraculously, they had managed to blow a hole into the line of the droids, completely decimating most of their power. When Blonde then appeared it was game over for the droids. They were all finished off by a massive explosion, and droid parts flew in random directions. Xiarr then moved toward Blondes position to hear her speech. Xiarr had never heard of these War Bugs, but they didn't sound like they should be taken lightly.Thankfully reinforcements were coming to help cut a hole even deeper into enemy lines, and thus the main priority was to take down any anti-air weapons to ensure they have a safe landing.

(Sorry for the meaningless post, it was admittedly a bit rushed)

[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="Darth Abyss"]
[member="Halifax McCade"]
[member="Macoda Haberon"]
[member="Tanya Thiran"]
[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]
[member="Dead Eye"]
[member="Vigil"]
[member="Acaleus Thorn"]
[member="Mara Illyrett"]

 

[Nate Phantoms]

Looking up, his golden visor shone violently as he nodded, raising his rifle with his right arm, blasting a droid simultaneously as he spoke. "What, am I the Vice President now? I like the idea hun, but you gotta warn a man like me. I'm busting my ass, and you expect me to lead this hellhole?" Laughing under the protection of his helmet, he smiled. "Done deal Boss."

Saluting as she vaulted off the bike, he clipped his rifle onto his back, relishing the feel of the speeder he swung around [member="Miss Blonde"], again, the roar giving him chills. "You wont fire me if I crash this will ya?" As an explosion rang out, he couldn't really hear her answer, so he sped off anyhow, grabbing a spare clanker by the tin can and hurling him into the ranks of its brethren.

Weaving in and out the oncoming fire, he aimed for a section with a few gun emplacement packed tightly together, with dozens of droids around them. A perfect target for him and his newly found reinforcements. Pushing the throttle all the way forward, he nailed a path through the droids, jumping off last minute on top of a few droids, smashing them beneath his feet as the rest around them were torn to shreds by his accompanying War Dogs. Looking up as the speeder plowed through the droids before exploding against the first gun, the others soon following suit.

"Bingo."

[member="John Trenway"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Vigil"] [member="Hala Jast"] [member="Acaleus Thorn"] [member="Macoda Haberon"] [member="Dead Eye"] [member="Halifax McCade"] [member="Jynx"] [member="Tanya Thiran"] [member="Mara Illyrett"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis watched from the bow of the ship, the armada swarmed and struck down with the force of a hammer. "Jeez. Not really sure this is gonna be enough to pay back." He sighed, long stretches of time passing his sentence as he looked to the side, soldiers still holding on for the sake of bloodshed or oilshed depending on how nitpicky one felt like being. He watched as the engine of the axes roared with power, the battle barge driving through the lines with far more easy thanks to them having a small battalion rather than a single dude on a speeder bike.

He turned to the steering captain, pulling out his bubble pipe as he withdrew his mask, holding it to his side as he took a long puff of bubbles silvery wisps of balls rising through the air only to be quickly pulled back as the ship darted back and forth across the battlefield. "Ya know. I feel like Miss Blonde hired a lotta overkill on this job." He whispered, watching as droid parts flailed and fell onto the body of the ship, watching the carnage unfold around him as this line was severely destroyed. "Ya know. I probably shouldn't be saying that. She was offering what was it again, like twenty thousand credits for this." He said as he turned on his heel looking towards the pilot of the ship as he clenched the bridge of his nose.

"She was offering Two Hundred Thousand Credits." Thraxis eyes widened, his lips drawn out with a flat tone taken as he was flabbergasted at the sheer amount of money she was offering.

"Oh. Oh, that is a lot more than I thought." He said as he took notice of Miss Blonde disembarking from her Speeder, letting someone else take control. "Damnit. Looks like she is taking up our plan." It was a frustrating thing to deal with, he had assumed she was going to be sat up the front lines the whole time and he could sneak in at the last second when everyone was weary and tired, though from how easy this battle seemed to go, he doubted they would ever make it to that point. "Follow up everyone on the rear, keep this pace. I suppose we will cover them in case any surprise attack comes up on us." He sighed, pacing up and down the side length of the ship, his steps in sync with the war calls that the mad ones seemed to bellow.
[member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="John Trenway"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Xiarr Sair"] |[member="Vigil"] | [member="Hala Jast"] | [member="Acaleus Thorn"] |[member="Macoda Haberon"] | [member="Dead Eye"] | [member="Halifax McCade"] | [member="Jynx"] | [member="Tanya Thiran"] | [member="Mara Illyrett"] | [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]

 

[Tanya Thiran]

Tanya, with the aid of two other mercenaries and a depleted unit of war dogs, cleared the platform. She thanked the hulk of a man who had helped save from a very bad situation, before returning to the fight, fighting more caustiosly now, and regrouped with her war dogs, letting them lay down the fore while she deflected the blaster bolts coming at them. She continued down a street, clearing it of droids, but when she turned the corner, a large unit of battle droids was in Tanya's face. She and her war dogs engaged in furious close quarters combat.


@Thraxis@Nate the Bounty Hunter[member="Xiarr Sair"][member="Miss Blonde"][member="Darth Abyss"][member="Halifax McCade"][member="Macoda Haberon"][member="Dead Eye"]