Scrap Heap Profit

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Siskeen, CIS Battle site

​T​he Matador was no stranger to a battleground, but he thought it was rather peculiar to fight once more on body riddled ground. Droids and Federation soldiers littered the ground beneath them. He examined a small hill of bodies, where it seemed a large droid had been destroyed, causing an explosion that threw bodies strewn in every direction. The Matador arrived from the CIS's flanking position through the nearby apartment complexes and small outhouses, however it seemed as though these massive droids had barrelled through their flank and attached their men by breaching the small concrete wall that gave some small defence to the CIS troops. However, it appeared that the CIS had force wielders amongst their ranks.

​The Matador observed as much as he lifted the upper chassis of a droid, examining the clear cut slash that had separated it from its lower half. He dropped the chassis carelessly as his employer reached him. The Matador took to his feet, standing nearly two feet taller than the smuggler. Opposite them were scavengers, rodian in particular. ​"There they are, our competitors. Remember our deal, you get half of the salvage profit if you take them out."

​The Matador took a single step forward, taking a note of the Rodians moving back and forth, packing things away into a single small vessel. ​"Take out the ship."​ The Matador relayed to the smuggler and his small troupe of thugs, as he moved forward; examining a small group of Rodians attempting to life what seem to be a power core of a large droid. The Matador immediately noticed a plasma grenade attached to the utility belt of one of the Rodians, he activated it. He broke into a sprint, charging towards the largest group of Rodians.

​His saber ignited with a confident orange blaze that complimented the crimson clad warrior, the behemoth charged at them and was met with a instinctual fear as if some eldritch horror had pulled itself together from the strewn battlefield to strike at them.

​[member="Kurenai Yumi"]

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

*Dillll dilll. dilll dilll*, Kreunai crouched down behind a large amount of rubble as she took the com-link call, placing an finger on her ear for the micro communicator to be the most effective. Most people usually used a wrist communicator, but such a device could be overheard and taken away, on temporary implanted in the ear, stimulating the ear drums and not actually creating sound was much more, silent and harder to notice if captured or in a fight.

"Crimson, you arrive at your location on time"

"Yes I am in position, there still seems to be a lot of skirmishes going about the place, many different scavenger groups around"

"Yes that will cause a problem, remember, your mission is to retrieve the memory bank of a super tactical droid that was lost during the invasion, we cannot allow something like that to fall into anyone's hand, remember the APEX protocal, does anyone know you are currently there"?

"I ran into some trouble with a few battle droids, but I managed to get part them with not much fuss, without compromising my position of course".

"Good, lets keep it as such, HQ out".

Kurenai, code name crimson peaked out of cover and into the battle field, taking a survey of the landscape with some high powered binoculars, their was one group of scavengers, rodians by the look salvaging something from a large battle droid, not far away from her coordinates of the tactical droid, 'hmm a bit of a problem, nothing a stun grenade ca- wait whats that'. Off to the side another entered the fray charging at the group, welding an orange blade.

"HQ, I have myself a RFU in the AO, orders"? "permission to engage, if someone like that is here we can't let them get a hold of that droid, but be careful". "Roger that", as the man went to work on the rodians Kureani pulled out her pistol, and stalked closer, gun shots would create to much difficulty, she would try and take the man using CQC.

[member="The Matador"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​The Matador quickly despatched the Rodian mercenaries, pulling one's abdomen into the base of his hilt. The Matador felt his battle precognition call to him; his instincts causing him to turn on his heels. Ahead of him and adjacent to the Rodian dropship, was a tall women headed in his direction. Her limbs were thin but coated in a heavy attire equitable to that of light body armour.

​The Matador cut down another Rodian as the woman remained in his periphery, another attempting to tackle him. The Matador's leg shooting out and knocking the creature back several feet. He moved forward, aiming directly at the woman.

[member="Kurenai Yumi"]

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

By the time Kurenai had made her way loser to the armored man it all the Rodian scavengers had been dealt with, not a hard task, but the armored man seemed to use a bit more force then necessary, in her case a few slightly knife slashes would have been enough, but this man would rather go all in with his attacks. She continued to approached the her target, trying to stay low and out of sight but it would seem that this individual was more keen eyed then she gave him credit for.

As the last Rodian was put down the best of a man turn his attention to her, charging head long, clearing intending to kill her, 'well, it look like I am in for an interesting fight'. As the hulking mass of armor came closer Kurenai shifted into a defensive CQC stance, getting ready to counter and attack that may be thrown at her.

[member="The Matador"]