Shadow Town | CIS {Black Bha'Lir}

[Haastal Haran]

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Socorro | Vakeyya {Shadow Town} | Late Night​

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There were not too many places like Shadow Town, even in the deepest part of the Outer Rim. It was a city, built within a city. In the pits of Socorro was a sector that had been completely lost to crime and dissidence. The section of the city was so far gone that it was easier to leave it to it's chaos than dare to disrupt the increasingly violent structure that had been formed. Years ago the cities slums had been sought out by the Hutts, who believed they could take the streets as their own. In a single year hundreds of Hutt Clan soldiers traveled to the planet to enforce their bosses law. Most never left Shadow Town, those who did were shipped back to the Hutt's in pieces. Weakened by years of strife, the Hutt's too abandoned the planet to it's own.

Shadow Town is chaotic, hellish even. It is ran by a number of prominent swoop gangs that had divided up the territory as their own. Each gang is autonomous and though they are not actively at war, the entire sector is locked in a tentative cold war.

The weakest of these gangs, the Raging Rancors, has recently grown discontent with it's holdings. It sought to branch out, expand into the regions that the rival gangs had claimed. The other swoop gangs hated this, however none could openly attack the Rancors without disturbing the peace that had been crafted. So, the gangs decided to allow an outside force to intervene. When The Confederacy received an anonymous layout of the Raging Rancors operations, they decided to strike at the plague that was Shadow Town. While the criminal element could not be snuffed out with anything short of a full military occupation, destroying a single gang could be done swiftly and without incident. Though it would be costly.

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C O N T R A C T ​

O P E N​

THE BLACK BHA'LIR GUILD HAS BEEN TASKED WITH THE DESTRUCTION OF THE NOTORIOUS SWOOP GANG, THE "RAGING RANCORS". FOR THE CONTRACT TO BE COMPLETED ALL MEMBERS OF THE GANG MUST BE ELIMINATED OR CAPTURED. NO BOUNTIES WILL BE PAID ON UNIDENTIFIABLE CORPSES. CIVILIAN CASULTIES WILL RESULT IN FINANCIAL PENALTIES. ALL CONTRACTED MERCENARIES WILL REPORT TO CODENAME: GRIMNIR FOR PAYMENT UPON COMPLETION OF THE CONTRACT. ALL LEGAL GANG ASSETS CLAIMED BY BLACK BHA'LIR CONTRACTORS WILL BE LEGALLY TRANSFERRED TO THE GUILD.



OPERATION I: CLEARING SPACE
THE RAGING RANCORS HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO UTILIZE A NEARBY CANTINA/APARTMENT COMPLEX, KNOWN AS THE "SCARLET HARLOT" FOR THEIR MAIN BASE OF OPERATIONS. KILL ALL MEMBERS OF THE GANG WITH MINIMAL CIVILIAN CASULITES. THE CANTINA IS LOCATED ON THE GROUND FLOOR AND BASEMENT, WHILE THE APARTMENT COMPLEX IS CONTAINED TO THE UPPER FLOORS.

BOUNTY PER RAGING RANCOR GANG MEMBER: 500 CREDITS PER KILL
CIVILIAN CASUALTY PENALTY FEE: 1000 CREDITS PER CASUALTY



OPERATION II: HUNTING HEADS
THE LEADING MEMBERS OF THE GANG DO NOT OFTEN FREQUENT THE MAIN HIDEOUT, INSTEAD THEY OPERATE FROM A REMOTE BUNKER NEARBY. WHILE THE BUNKER'S IMMEDIATE LOCATION IS NOT KNOWN, WE DO KNOW IT IS WITHIN A 15 MILE RADIUS OF THE SCARLOT HARLOT. INTEL SUGGESTS SEARCHING FOR RAGING RANCOR SCOUTS IN THE SURROUNDING AREA. ONCE YOU HAVE FOUND THE GANG'S LEADERS, ELIMINATE THEM. RUMORS HAVE IT THEIR BUNKER SERVES AS THE GANG'S ARMORY, BE READY.

BOUNTY FOR GANG LIEUTENANTS {3}: 2500 CREDITS PER KILL



OPERATION III: DEATH KNELL
TERAK DRED IS THE SUPREME LEADER OF THE RAGING RANCORS. THE GANG BOSS OWNS AN APARTMENT ON THE EDGE OF SHADOW TOWN. FOR THE CONTRACT TO BE COMPLETED HE MUST BE TERMINATED. THE ZABRACK MALE IS KNOWN TO BE EXCEPTIONALLY SKILLED WITH A VIBROBLADE AND IT IS RUMORED HE WAS ONCE A MEMBER OF THE SITH EMPIRE. INTEL COULD NOT VERIFY THESE RUMORS BUT BE WARY OF THIS MAN, HE IS ALWAYS ARMED AND ALWAYS DANGEROUS.

BOUNTY FOR TERAK DRED: 10,000 CREDITS

 

[Haastal Haran]

Location: Socorro {Shadow Town}​

Objectives: Objective I​

Tags: Join Me​

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The rain that fell from the skies slid off the side of Haastal's Beskar'gam, dripping down onto the duracrete below him. He spied the apartment building across the street with a silent stare. His lips were drawn into a thin line as he watched people file into the building. Seemed like the cantina was busy tonight, a karking pain in the ass for the Bha'lir. Two men at the front of the building wore bright crimson jackets, loud ass jackets that gave away their position even in the thick rain. "Di'kutlas." He muttered in Mando'a. He was trying to use more of the Mandalorian dialect, even though he butchered a good deal of the words. Haastal glanced at his datapad, reading over the mission briefing that their contractor had provided for them. "Can't help but notice they don't ever mention how many gang members they have in clean up jobs like this." He huffed before pinning the datapad back to his waist. Just then his holocomm buzzed from his gauntlet, causing him to curse loudly.

When he activated the device, an image formed before his eyes. Bright and crimson, the woman who spoke seemed clad in a military uniform with the seal of the Confederacy on her chest. "Grimnir, come in. Have you and your men made contact yet?" Haastal ignored the way the woman spoke about the Bha'lir, instead he turned his eyes to back to the apartment, the more pressing concern. "Yea, yea...." He muttered to the woman, though in reality his HUD was slowly highlighting those members of the Rancors that he could see fromthe rooftop. They went into the database The Confederacy provided, their images being displayed on the HUD in front of him.

He activated his comm device, allowing him to reach to the other members of the Guild who had joined him.

"A lot of these guys are wearing red coats. Try not to kill too many civilians, if anyone goes into the negatives on credits it comes out of the overall contract payment." While there were a number of smaller bounties, the only true concern was completing this contract and getting the Black Bha'lir the honey pot that The Confederacy promised. The woman who was displayed over his holodevice called out in an angry tone. "NO civilian casualties Verd, or else your rabble will get your contracts elsewh-" Haastal cut the connection, rolling his eyes from underneath his buy'ce. "Talkative chick..." He muttered before picking up the blaster rifle that laid by his foot.

"Black Bha'Lir. Lowest kill count buys the drinks. Everyone get into position and get ready to start this party." He sent his command over the Comm device, now it was just time to wait for the others to get in position. As Haastal trained his sights on one of the gang members he muttered softly. "Stupid jackets..."

 

[Saabossi]

Operation: 1
Location: Socorro, Shadow Town
Post: 1

While the streets may have had many civilians around, Saabossi saw herself at an advantage. Climbing walls, going by windows up to the very rooftops above, this was where she saw a possibility to strike from there. The target Cantina was closer to the ground. So her objective, was the upper floors. A scoped rifle over her back, she used her clawed hands and the balance of her tail to somewhat slither up the wall, her claws pulling Saabossi up. The rain did make it rather difficult, however as she climbed. Slipping now and then. With a hiss, she picked herself up along the wall of a building across from her target.

There were others under the contract nearby. But she was not so competitive as most hunters tended to be. Only solely focused on her own work. If one saw her expression, they would see little emotion at all. Saabossi kept close to the roof of her building, rain tapping against her scaled skin. Moving towards a low wall at the top of the roof. "Saa in posssition" she whispered into her commlink.

Taking up her scope to her eye, she laid prone against the low wall. Holding it close, trying to see through any windows that she may b able to take advantage of. One shot for each target was her plan. "Easssy pickingsss" she hissed to herself, the weapon resting on top of the wall.

[member="Haastal Verd"]

 

[Dain Vikaar]

Location: Socorra (Shadow Town)​

Objective: Operation 1​

Tags: [member="Haastal Verd"] | [member="Saabossi"] | Anyone Else​

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War never changed and nor did those that were touched by it. Locations and venues? Sure. Weapons and technology? Absolutely. But war itself? No, that never changed for in war there were no victors and only the lesser of the losers was afforded the opportunity to share the tale of their exchange. If Dain had known anything, he knew that. And if anything, war is exactly what the Bha’lir had been contracted into today.

The rain was a rather nice touch today. It would mask their movements and likely would put many of today’s targets together inside the Scarlet Harlot as they’d likely be seeking some kind of refuge from the torrent that befell this place. However, this was definitely two sided. As beneficial as it would be to have all their queries condensed into that small box, it also meant the civilians and unaffiliated bystanders would have swarmed their with them, seeking their own escapes. Such was life, though, and for the war worn Morellian, it was a reality he’d come to accept no matter how much he disagreed with it.

Civilian casualties were a given in an environment like this. Especially with the complete disregard for life many gangs and their members held. And although he had no irrefutable proof these Raging Rancors were the same, his experience told him otherwise. Besides, the contract didn’t allow for decisions of morality. No, it had been quite simple. The Raging Rancors had to go. That was it. No questions asked.

Dain was actually kneeling next to Haastal as the call came in to him from whoever was monitoring this situation. He couldn’t make out any of the conversation, nor did he really want to, he just knew that it was happening. A conversation that was broken just before the one-time friend, now turned Mandalorian ushered a challenge to which Dain gave a simple, yet hearty laugh. “All you Buckets are the same. Thinking with your guns and not with your heads.” It was a verbal jab at the confident Mandalorian, but it was spoken across the open comm that linked the Bha’lir team. “What do you think is going to happen if you just open fire here? Right now?” His question, although it may have seemed rhetorical, demanded an answer. Dain just wanted the man to use his head. Just once. Use his head and not his gun.

“There’s a reason there’s only two Cherries outside right now.” Dain continued, without realization that he had literally just referred to the red jacketed gang members as cherries. “That the streets aren’t teaming with night life right now.” He paused and gave Haastal, and the others, just a moment to think about it.

“If there’s no one out here, where do you really think they are?”

 

[Arbit Elre]

Location: Socorro​

Mission: Objective 1​

Tags: [member="Haastal Verd"], [member="Saabossi"], [member="Dain Vikaar"], Others​

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Rain: one of the worst things for a marksman besides a sandstorm. And something Arbit despised during his jobs. It blocked the vision, clouded up the scope, and most of all, soaked the clothes. But this mission was a good payout possibility. Each kill landed him a few hundred credits richer, and that was something he liked most. Plus, on the bright side, the rain would work to blind the enemies too.

Even as he activated his eye-piece to record and ID his kills for his later payment, he still managed a grin at the thought of easy credits. As the orders came through the comm from Haastal, the Iktotchi was already focusing his sights on the building that was deemed their target. He was only a couple dozen or so feet from the Mandalorian, but that was enough to make it nearly impossible to hear the man at a normal tone over the rain. Elre flicked on the thermal sights on his rifle, a model typically considered a tank-buster, but one that never seemed to fail to get a kill in Arbit's hands. The NT-242, refitted for longer fire and accuracy, along with a few gadgets to make Arbit's life a little easier.

The cross-hair of the rifle lined up on the targets outside, then moved up the building to get a view of any standing by a window. Once the shooting started, his best bet would be to take out as many on the upper floors as he could before they began to panic. His eye-piece had a zoom linked to his rifle, so it wasn't that difficult to determine their enemies from the whores they were sleeping with. And of course, that made them the easiest targets. Put a shot through their head, move to the next room, repeat.

Arbit lifted his comm to his ear and spoke with a chuckle. "Guess it's gonna be free drinks fer me tonight, boys." As the others continued their banter, the horned alien couldn't help but laugh along. "Let's get in, get our money, avoid th' common folk if possible, and get the hell outa there."

After determining his route for targets once the firefight ensued, he lined up a shot, calming his breathing. Now all that was left was to wait for the first shot, take out his chosen victims, and head inside with the others.

 

[Safira Haran]

Location: Socorro [Shadow Town] | Objective: One | [member=Hastaal Verd] | [member=Saabossi] | [member=Dain Vikaar] | [member=Arbit Elre]​

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The soft patter of ran tapped out a steady rhythm that kept Safira's mind focused solely on the doors to the Scarlot Harlot. Shadow Town had so far lived up to its name. Every corner seemed to be covered in darkness and the people that traipsed the street were shrouded by the same thing. Safira had to hand it to the Rancors, it was a rather fitting location for criminal activity. A slow stream of lively people pushing their way into the depths of the cantina wasn't exactly a good sign. The bounty had been very specific. For every civilian killed in the cross fire a penalty would be charged, a heavy and unfair fine considering the location was a busy club. If she was looking on the bright side, it was a good chance to practice her aim, but the thought of having to pay a thousand credits per accident set her teeth on edge. It seemed the beskar clad man beside her thought exactly the same thing.

'That would be too easy, eh vod?' Though she directly addressed [member=Hastaal Verd], she made no move to turn and look at her companion. 'If we knew how many there were this would be a cake walk and they'd be handing out credits for free.' There was a light tone of amusement in her voice, though the buy'ce prevented anyone from seeing the smile that came with it. She was barely concentrating on the dull tone of the Confederate representative as one by one the gang members on the roof lit up like streetlights on her HUD. She didn't normally ride with the Black Bha'lir, but when Hastaal had offered her the opportunity she just couldn't pass up. That did mean that she wasn't going to pay any mind to the harsh words the woman spat through the holocall. When Hastaal finally cut her off, Safira offered him a few words thick with sarcasm. 'It's almost as if she doesn't trust a group of mercs and cutthroats?'

A tinkling laugh came in response to [member=Dain Vikaar]'s comment. 'Hey.' She quipped back, the laugh still in her throat. 'Don't go grouping us all with this di'kut. Some of us like to use our heads and our guns.' When he posed his question she remained silent for a few moments, eyes scanning the crumbling complex. 'I'm guessing there are a fair few Cherries, nice name by the way, in the apartment blocks up top. Maybe a few in the basement levels of the cantina.' She mused idly in response. 'Think we should clear it all room by room or split up and take the complex and the club separately?' Given the choice she'd have preferred the team to stick together, but the end goal wasn't to clear the cantina out. The big prize, the gang boss by the name of Terak Dred, was buried somewhere in a fifteen mile radius of jam packed slums. A task they couldn't even think about accomplishing before the Rancor members in the club were cleared.

Whatever the response was, Safira was ready. She shouldered the rifle and set herself at the orders of the Mandalorian beside her. 'I hope you've saved up your credits, Hastaal 'cause you're gonna be buying us a lot of drinks tonight.'

 

[Mallick Rel]

The name floated around the streets like the stale breath of a corpse. No one dared openly speak it lest they did so on business, yet everyone was violently aware of the shadow it cast over Vakeyya. Terak Dred. Alleged ties to the Sith, deadly in close combat, and the leader of the local degenerates to boot. Mallick glanced down at the datapad with a sour expression. The right kind of pay for the wrong kind of job. He hated whenever he got called in to deal directly with the big uglies.

He preferred a more delicate approach to the Guild's "problems." The spice shipment he had managed to swipe just outside the system rode behind him safely, in the arms of a Protocol Droid under the guise of being his translator. Zabrak were generally able to speak Galactic Basic, but others in the area had proven to prefer Huttese and it only made sense to come prepared. Smugglers were always no-names and lowlives. Rel staked his life on that reputation as they approached the mark.

"The apartment is coming up on our left, according to the data you've provided, Master Rel," the Droid chimed in. It seemed to dislike the tension brought on by a pregnant silence, almost as if it were programed for wariness. "Remember, those goods are from a Hutt Crime boss- we need to make sure-"

"Easy, Goldilocks," he told the machine stiffly, "I know how these things go. I've done this kind of thing a few times now." He approached slowly, arms out as the guards standing watch stepped forward to check him. "Besides, you're the one who's talking too much." He greeted the two men vibrantly.

"Gentlemen," he offered with a grin, "I've brought the items our bosses agreed upon. Right behind me, with the Droid."

They ran through the pat down and cleared Mallick to pass with no apparent weapons. With a quick cusory check of the box, they appraised the spice and cleared the Droid to pass as well. "Boss Dred will see you now," came the gruff voice of a middle aged man. "No funny business."

"Me?" Mallick sounded hurt. "Never."

[member="Haastal Verd"]

 

[Oax Ordo]

Location: Scarlet Harlot, Shadow Town, Socorro​

Objective: Operation One​

Tags: [member="Haastal Verd"], [member="Saabossi"], [member="Dain Vikaar"],​

[member="Arbit Elre"], [member="Safira Varad"], [member="Mallick Rel"]​

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The Mandalorian had been sitting at the bar all day long, wasting every credit he had on any bottle he could get his hands on. The meetup was supposed to start outside, but the only thing he wanted to keep wet was the back of his throat with his current bottle of Tihaar. “The place is lively tonight, almost as if there's a gang get together for the Roving Roaches, or was it the Risky Rhymers? Raging Rancors, that’s what it was.” Oax tried his hardest to remember names, but he was the worst at them. Give him a face, and he will never forget it, but a name? He’d forget it faster than his last shot of tequila. Wait, had he had tequila tonight? He couldn’t remember exactly, but that was the fun in the drinks: what he had and hadn’t had.

The contract he was here for stated no civilian casualties and the leader of their group was keen on noting that, but he never planned on killing civilians anyway. His EE-3 was hidden under his cloak and his buy’ce was sitting in his lap. Nobody seemed to want to mess with the drunk who had been single-handedly supplying a constant credit flow to the Scarlet Harlot.

Oax’s commlink buzzed, startling him for a second as he patted himself down before finding the device and tapping the *connect* button. The voice sounded in his ear dictating the rules of engagement for this bounty. “Free drinks, eh?” Oax mumbled to nobody in particular, he could get down with some free drinks. He reached into his lap and flipped over his buy’ce over to be quickly donned. He then grabbed his bottle and downed the last third of the fiery drink, finishing with an audible ‘AHHHH’, he then tapped his commlink and mumbled, “Ready.”

 

[Zane DeZorroe]

Location: Shadow Town, Surrounding Area Around The Scarlet Harlot​

Objective Two​

Tags: [member="Oax Ordo"] [member="Mallick Rel"] [member="Safira Varad"] [member="Arbit Elre"] [member="Dain Vikaar"] [member="Saabossi"] [member="Haastal Verd"]​

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Oz was close to the rest of the group, by about 10 miles. He wanted to go after the lieutenants since it seemed as though everyone else wanted to blast apart the Scarlet Harlot. Sure they were cheaper bounties, but you could rack em' up nicely and turn a good profit. But he didn't want to endanger civilians, he wasn't about that life, well, at least not anymore. Walking down the streets he was on the search for scouts, all the while listening in on the chatter among the other mercs and hunters.

"Hey, this is Oz, you know if this goes well you all should look into partnering up, or even joining the Mantis Syndicate they're one of the top houses of the Bounty Hunter's guild that specializes in dealing with big groups like this. Full disclosure though, I am a member, but they didn't pay me to advertise them, I'm just putting in the good word. Over." He said to them through the comms. "PS, if you all are taking out a bunch of grunts it's not fair for me if you all are racking up higher kill counts, so you can consider me as not being apart of the contest. Over." He added, meaning if he did get lots of kills he still wasn't gonna take a free drink.

Just after speaking he passed an narrow ally way and in doing so almost got ran over by two speeding swoop bikes. Dodging them like a blur he saw the red jackets they were wearing came to the conclusion that they were Raging Rancor scouts. The stepped on the brakes and swerved past him, then one of them yelled at Oz. "Watch it ass hole, do that again and we'll kark ya' up!"

"Two scouts spotted, I'm in pursuit. Over" Oz said out loud into the comms.

"Ahh, hell no." The other swoop biker said, realizing that Oz was probably after them. Before they could both speed away Oz held out his hand and did a Force Pull. But only managed to get one before they got too far. It was like he'd clotheslined them at high speeds as they flew back from their speeding swoop bike and fell on the street below. However, Oz was in luck as their now empty speeder recklessly flew down the street and hit the other bike, causing a collision a bit further down.

Pulling out one of his lighsaber hilts he readied himself for combat, but hoped that they were hurting too much to be attempt anything foolish. Walking over to the one he clotheslined with The Force he knelt down and grabbed them roughly and spoke. "Tell me, where's the bunker? I know it's close so you might as well tell me."

"I ain't telling you jack!"

"We'll see about that."

 

[Haastal Haran]

Location: Socorro {Shadow Town}
Objectives: Objective I
Tags: Join Me

It was Safira's song-like laugh that caused Haastal to pull back from his long-rifle. He glanced over to the woman and shook his head with a sigh of agitation. "It's a damn pain in the ass is what it is." He muttered, before tuning his HUD to his rifle's optics. The rifle had a scope that synced with the Mandalorian's buy'ce so he did not need to remove it to take a proper shot. When Safira spoke of their handler, Haastal waved a hand at the thought of the woman. "Some tight-assed officer straight outta the academy. Not my concern. Rules are, any civi we kill, is a penalty. So just karking shoot straight and we'll be fine. The Feds are probably just gonna classify the whole thing as some gang fight anyway." He said, lining his scope up with one of the gang-members.

His finger wrapped around the trigger, and in the next moment he heard a voice call out over his helmet's comm. Kark. Can he not make this shot tonight? He pressed a hand to his helmet as he listened to [member="Dain Vikaar"] speak. The man's remark about Mandalorians caused Haastal to look to Safira. "I ain't been a Mandalorian a damn month, so that really doesn't mean chit to me." When Safira spoke as well, Haastal snorted at her words. "Kark that, takes too long."

He spoke out, mainly to Safira, though he was sure Dain would hear him. "Look, you're right, this is a dumb idea. We should take the time to carefully plot the best course of action so we don't cause civilian casualties and-" The longrifle let off a monstrous echo as the blaster round flew from the barrel of the weapon. The crimson bolt flew through the skies, slamming into the chest of one of the cherries. Haastal let off a silent tsking noise. It was quickly becoming clear he was merely being a sarcastic ass. "Aww damn man. My finger slipped. Now get to work or let someone else take your pay."

In the streets below, screams bounded out as a mad panic ensued. Those within the streets rushed to clear where the Raging Rancor member laid dead in front of the cantina, a small bead of steam rising from his chest from where Haastal's round impacted him. The Cantina inside was less so as the blaster round could not be heard over the mass of music that played within. However, a number of people rushed inside, hoping to find cover. Haastal scoffed, before calling over the comm channel. "Ok boys, open season, ice these skuds and let's get some credits. [member="Arbit Elre"] try to loosen them up a bit for me." Haastal glanced to his side. On an adjacent rooftop, Arbit had been providing over watch with Haastal. Where the Mandalorian's eye was on the streets, the Iktochi was trained on the floors above.

Haastal then tuned his device to @Saabbossi. "Hey sweetheart. Mind givin' us some cover while we go play mommy and daddy? We have some whoopin's to give out."

Next, Haastal turned to [member="Oax Ordo"] "Hey, don't have too much fun down there, we're on our way." The Mandalorian turned to Safira and gestured down to the cantina. "Ladies first." Lowering his long-rifle down to the building's ledge, he produced both of his blaster pistol's and held them down by his waist.

 

[Saabossi]

Operation: 1
Location: Socorro, Shadow Town
Post: 2

Saabossi had lined up her first shot. There, she waited. Waited for the mark. She would not be the first to sound the cry of bloodshed. No, someone else was the one to do so. A bolt fired, echoing out across the area. Then came the voice over her comms, giving all of them the go ahead. With that, and a satisfied hiss of finally getting to have a semblance of fun out of this, she pulled her finger back on the trigger. A bolt smashed through the glass, leaving a melted hole from where the laser had hit. Sizzling, and further ahead of it's mark was a hole in the chest of one target. "Hole in one" she hissed, before picking at more targets from the windows of the apartment buildings.

Of course, she took the rest of her marks with caution. Watching for a weapon to be pulled, in case of civilians. This left her slightly vulnerable to being fired back upon. Glass shattered as they did just that, returning fire upon the roof. Not seeing her in the storm around, providing her some cover. Saabossi tended to slither from point to point, keeping low all the way.

"Their shotssss are horrible" she remarked to herself, before taking up the scope once more. It was an almost cruel humor that she had while firing upon them. Her species lacked pure emotion, tending to only take pride in their work and only that. Yet she found some kind of small joy out of it, from that pride. A cruel smile crossed as she let loose another bolt.

[member="Haastal Verd"] [member="Oz Verde"] [member="Oax Ordo"] [member="Mallick Rel"] [member="Safira Varad"] [member="Arbit Elre"] [member="Dain Vikaar"]

 

[Oax Ordo]

Location: Scarlet Harlot, Shadow Town, Socorro​

Objective: Operation One​

Tags: @Haastal Verd, @Saabossi, @Dain Vikaar,​

@Arbit Elre, @Safira Varad, @Mallick Rel​

Posts: 2​

Oax slapped his remaining owed credits on the table for the bartender to gather up. He then spun on his barstool causing the room to spin more than it should have, or maybe ha just spun too far. He sat there for a second before attempting to stand. When he finally gained control of his equilibrium, he walked over to one of the red coated lackeys and put his hand on his shoulder, “Hey, hey, hey. I-I know, I know it doesn’t concern me. But, but those guysss over, over there were pointing your way and making some horribly rude gesturesss.” He slurred and stuttered his speech more than he normally would, trying to pull off the friendly drunk act. And it appeared to work as the middle-aged goon slammed down his drink and turned to face the group Oax had pointed out. “Oh yeah?! I’ll show them! C’mon boys.” He said getting riled up, he and four others marched across the room where the leader punched one of the other members in the face. After that the brawl started, quickly spreading across the cantina floor. Oax stepped off to the side of the common floor to keep from getting entangled in a fight too soon.

::Hey, Don’t have too much fun down there, we’re on our way.:: came the call over his commlink as a redcoat swung a fist his way. The man looked more drunk than Oax felt and he ducked out of the way if not by a mere inch, “I’m getting sloppy. I shouldn’t be drinking on the job. But that last ale was so good.” He said as he knocked the guy out. He would have to remember to shoot him later for credits. Firing a blaster this soon in here would cause too much mayhem before the others arrived. Too late, shots could be heard upstairs, “Time to get to work.” He put on his buy’ce, tipped over the nearest table, and prepared for the imminent gunfight

 

[Arbit Elre]

The water was dripping from Arbit's horns and the tail of his coat when he heard the shot ring out. He saw the glow of the shot travel the whole distance from Verd's rifle to the targeted guard by the door. Arbit merely grinned as he waited for his first target to be in line with his shot, then pulled the trigger. "I'll help loos'n th' wallet of our employer, that's for sure. Plus whoever's buyin' drinks." He didn't even watch the shot travel down, blowing through the glass of the window and burning a hole through the man's forehead, before he moved to the next room and target.

After a few seconds, he had cleared the entire first floor on their side of the building. He made sure to make his shots quick, knowing that anybody in the room would alert the rest of the building. His targets were all over the building, and his only chance was to be quick. Luckily, Arbit didn't need time to line up his shots. His reflexes were impecable, and he could pull the trigger as soon as a vital point crossed his crosshair.

After the second and third floor had fallen, blaster bolts began coming back in his general direction. His position was too far from the hotel for the shots to be accurate, especially when any Cherry stupid enough to poke their head out to aim ended up with a hole through their forehead. The one rule about fighting an expert sniper was that you never stay still, but luckily for Elre's paycheck, these idiots had never taken on an expert sniper.

There were only about a dozen or so rooms across on each floor, and half as many targets in the facing windows, but that was still plenty of kills to get a decent paycheck. Arbit worked through the entire near face, smiling as he could feel his bank account growing. "Say, what if the civies shoot back? Can we kill them then?" Arbit asked this as he saw a non-target pull out a blaster and join in on the shooting towards Arbit's post. He fired a warning shot, the only he had missed yet, and moved on to the other foes that were glowing bright on his scanner.

[member="Oax Ordo"]
[member="Saabossi"]
[member="Haastal Verd"]
[member="Safira Varad"]

 

[Dain Vikaar]

Location: Socorra (Shadow Town)​

Objective: Operation 1​

Tags: [member="Haastal Verd"] | [member="Saabossi"] | [member="Arbit Elre"] | [member="Oax Ordo"] | [member="Mallick Rel"] | [member="Safira Varad"] | Anyone Else​

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So it seems this rag tag bunch of imbeciles was not the group of professionals he believe himself to signed on with. There was no forethought. No planning. No logic. Just trigger happy goons. The entire lot of them. Carrying on like children cackling along the curb during a parade and wishing to the Force and whatever Gods they served that the next eccentric exhibit that lofted down the street would carry yet more to rot their teeth away with.

Pathetic. It was but a thought race across his conscience as he say the street erupt in a flurry of untamed havoc. A riot of color flashed and streaked across the scene, painting a splendid image of death and despair as one red coated thug after another was felled in a fanfare fire. Screams echoed through a nearby alley as civilians who’d never asked for any of this shear disorder ran rampant in unmatched panic. From every shop and cantina they seemed to flood out into the streets in chaotic splendor. Even the rain seemed to intensify as the moment of glory expanded all around. There would be collateral damage galore for sure. Especially with how this scene’s binding hastily unraveled before them.

“I guess it’s amateur hour, then.” The transmission was short, but it carried with it the seasoned veteran’s disgust at how the ordeal unfolded before all of their eyes. Even so, he pulled his rifle snugly to his shoulder and trained the sites on a panicked thug that had since grabbed a bystander to use has a makeshift shield as the myriad of seemingly every imaginable color broke through the downpour and found targets, both intended and unintended. A brief moment passed where Dain inhaled and focused on his site before the barrel would flash in a brilliant blue and a bolt of pure, compressed energy was sent hurtling through the air and impacted the gang member using the civilian directly in the head thus freeing the woman from his undesirable grasp.

More screams and moans filled the air as more and more civilians seemed to run rampant. Some being cut down by stray fire that found its way to them. Whether it was from the gangsters of from this unruly ‘team’ of misfits was impossible to tell in the heat of the moment, but chances were, both sides were to blame here.

He pulled the trigger again and again, being sure that no civilian would come to harm by his hand if it was at all avoidable.

 

[Safira Haran]

Location: Socorro [Shadow Town] | Objective: One ​

[member=Hastaal Verd] | [member=Saabossi] | [member=Arbit Elre] | [member=Oax Ordo] | [member=Mallick Rel] | [member=Dain Vikaar]​

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The sable skinned woman offered her companion a soft snort in response to his words. 'I wonder how they'll tell if we killed them or the cherries did?' Her gaze settled back to the brutes stood at the door. It was deceptive really, just having the two out front, almost too deceptive. If they really were such a big, bad, powerful gang it felt as though they should have had more than two people guarding the entrance to their property. Safira rolled her shoulders back and shook her head, there was no use dwelling on that now. All they were waiting for was someone to make the first. He was right, of course. No matter how they went about it the feds would likely chalk it up as a gang war. This did seem exactly the type to be riddled with more than just the one group of miscreants.

Once again her companion spoke, but this time she was relatively surprised with his words. Hastaal was the hot and heavy type, not the slow and paitent type. She was just about to turn and question him on where he found some spare brains to use when the sound of a blaster round snapped the air in two. Her teeth clenched and she shook her head slowly. 'You're a kriffing idiot, Hastaal. If anyone dies tonight I'm blaming you.' Safira rolled her eyes up so far she was sure they weren't going to come down again. [member=Arbit Elre] spoke up through the comm, Safira being the first to reply. 'Negative. Just knock them on their asses as best you can. Aim for the legs and arms. The bounty only said we couldn't kill them. Just shoot to disable.' Now the carnage was in full swing, blaster bolts were zipping through the air and lighting the area up with spectacular colours. The cherries at the front of the doors were both confused, and quick to snap into action. Looks like they'd be in for a little bit of a challenge at the very least.

A loud tut was heard over the comm. Safira was getting sick of whoever the hell thought they could insult them without a word in response. 'Listen up, I aint no damn amateur. One more word about my good character and I'll shoot you myself.' Fortunately, her words were mostly drowned out by the sound of her own weapon firing off into the crowd. The cherries were easy enough to spot as they'd done them the curt of wearing bright red. It would be a piece of cake avoiding any civies. She brought the rifle up as Hastaal spoke. 'After you then, Hastaal.' She quipped over the comm as she took the first steps toward the club. By now the civilians were aware something was going on, they ran wildly through the streets which fevered screams on their lips and wild looks in their eyes. They had seen this madness before, this is what happened when you lived in a place like Shadow Town. They knew to run, they knew to hide, they knew to stay out of the way.

 

[Keira Cerdulan]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]1[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Tags: @[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Hastaal Verd [member="Saabossi"] [member="Arbit Elre"] [member="Oax Ordo"] [member="Mallick Rel"] [member="Dain Vikaar"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Been a very long time since Keira did scuzzy work like this in a scuzzy place like this. And with that in mind it came as little shock to why she was running late, the wimpy looking girl had lived a Pilot’s life for quite awhile now: and the Pirate’s life before it, she wasn’t quite used to following set schedules for operations outside of “big ship comes to fight other big ships while you fly around to fight tiny ships”. But now there was no more loose schedules these days, so pistols were strapped, and the old flight suit was thrown aside for what truly was little more than clothes. No actual armor in sight.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Having no armor wa helpful for hauling it, Rhein Var had been good practice at that, zipping forward to the designated zone as fast as her legs would take her. Only picking up the pace as she heard the sound of blaster bolts on the horizon, couldn’t miss all the fun this early. And besides, even if the Confeds didn’t exactly have a pistol pointed at the back of her head 24/7, it never helped to be careful just in case they did.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Finally making it closer to the occasional flash of light, Keira whipped out the new shiny twin pistols that had been strapped to her waist. Finally making it towards the edge of the fighting, Cerdulan shouted a few time before placing her hands on her knees and panting. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Not late! Not late!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Quick rest, 30 seconds. Then she could try shooting people.[/SIZE]

 

[Haastal Haran]

Location: Socorro {Shadow Town}​

Objective: I​

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Haastal checked his blaster pistols with a brief glance at the weapons. He chuckled at Safira's words but otherwise dismissed them. The two of them descended down to the street with little effort and when the woman moved to take the club, Haastal looked to her with a slight pause. Did she think he was like the last Haastal? Perhaps, but it didn't much matter right now. Entering the club, the disarray was just as Haastal expected. The gang members could not readily identify the members of the Black Bha'lir who had hidden themselves within the club and as such many of them were being cut down. Haastal briefly saw [member="Arbit Elre"] move about the club and he nodded, peering the man through the mass of scrambling civilians.

For a moment Haastal himself struggled to find any of the members of this wayward swoop gang, however they soon made themselves apparent. A number of the civilians were cut down by the gang members as they released a volley of blaster fire onto the two Mandalorians. Haastal moved quick, allowing the civilians to be ripped apart by the blaster fire while he moved behind a nearby pillar.

A low, sharp whistle came out from his lips as he glanced around the pillar. A number of the gunmen had taken up a position on the main stage, hoping to keep a hail of fire on the entrance. Not the smartest move, but it made them easier targets for Haastal and Safira. Haastal brought his blaster pistols up before rounding the pillar. His HUD worked quickly to highlight the three gunmen in a pale azure hue. Their outline was clear to the Mandalorian and when his blaster pistol's released their crimson bolts, each of the men crumpled to the ground under the weight of the rounds. Haastal watched the men fall and turned his eyes to the thinning crowd. Bodies littered the ground, showing the result of the attack. Enough of them were gang members that Haastal could ignore the civilians. They weren't his concern, only the credits, only the job.

"Safira, get to the second floor, help out [member="Oax Ordo"] clear whatever is left up there." Immediately after, his hand went to his comm unit. "Everyone, report. The club's main floor is cleared, what are we lookin' at?"

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[Alpha117b]

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[Oax Ordo]

Location: Scarlet Harlot, Shadow Town, Socorro
Objective: Operation One
Tags: Haastal Verd, Saabossi, Dain Vikaar,
Arbit Elre, Safira Varad, Mallick Rel,
Oz Verde, Keira Cerdulan
Posts: 3

That gunfight didn't last to long however as the mix of the barfight, and shooting from Oax's teammates had caused chaos and pandemonium. Civilians ran this way and that, while the Raging Rancors were easily picked off in the crowd, like fish in a barrel. "Eight, nine, ten." Oax counted as each red jacket fell to one of his blaster bolts, "This is too easy. They could have just handed us the credits and told these jacks to just shoot themselves!" Oax said into his buy'ce mic. He was finished on the main floor and moved to the stairwell where he got into a tussle with a gang member.

The little man was overly confident that he could take out the muscular Mandalorian with his electo-club, as he kept waving it back and forth to ward Oax off. Oax knew that one wrong hit with theclub and he would be down for the count, but the 5 foot gang member was not a match for the 6 foot 2 inch Mando. Oax decided, instead of shoot the man outright, to have a little fun with him. Slinging his EE-3 to his side he raised his fists as the man began swinging with increased vigor. "How cute, you think youwill win." Oax mocked the man who began swinging faster and more aggressively. Oax jumped out of the way of a couple swings that almost made contact, the man was working like a metronome and easily predictable. Oax waited for him to swing, then as the man readied his back swing Oax stepped forward, caught the haft of the club, ripped it out of the man's grasp and proceeded to bash his skull in with it. "You lose, hopefully your loss will get me a free beer." He said as he continued up the stairs.

Once on the second floor Oax was met with blaster and slugthrower fire. "Gah..." He grunted as a blaster bold deflected off of his shoulderpad. Five members had erected a barricade down the main halway and had their blasters trained on the stairwell entryway. Oax dove for what little cover he could find , "Little help guys? I'm pinned down at the main flight of stairs." he called into his mic hoping that someone on his team was able to either see and remove the threat, or come from another stairwell and flank them. But otherwise, he was stuck in his corner, with little protection from the hallway.

 

[Eternal Finesse]

For those few hours the Black Bha’lir tore their way through ‘The Scarlet Harlot’, the people of Shadow Town held their breath. Once again the air was filled with the dissonance of blasters as they fired, the cacophony of screams that accompanied death, the sounds of a full blown war. While these were all things they had been forced to grow accustomed to living with in the heart of such prominent gang territory, they dreaded the idea of another gaggle of criminals joining in the battle. By the time the Black Bha’lir were done the people would realise. They weren’t there to encourage the fighting, or to add to the growing number of criminal masterminds in Shadow Town. No. They were there to clear the scum away, to eliminate the infestation of men who sought to improve their lives with malicious actions and sordid intent.

Chaos reigned free as the mercenaries cut through the enemies they had so aptly named ‘Cherries’. It took less time all together to clear the club of the lackies than it did to kill the leaders that hid away in their safe zones, but in the end none escaped. Even the great Terak Dred had been cut down by his own vibro-blade, and without their leader ‘The Raging Rancors’ fell into complete chaos.

Shadow Town was a shadow no more. The Black Bha’lir had unknowingly chased a slither of the darkness away with the same bullets, blood and violence that these gang members claimed as their own. The battle was hard won, and the civilian deaths mattered little to the Black Bha’lir save for the penalty they would receive for losing three innocent lives. But the price to pay for a life was small in comparison to the wage they received for destruction of ‘The Raging Rancors’. While the mercs counted their money, the people of Socorro counted their blessings. Every member of ‘The Raging Rancors’ had been eliminated and, for now, the people were free of the threat of death and destruction. They were free to live the uneasy territorial truce the remainder of the criminal masterminds had conjured.

At least until the next gang showed up.