The Breakout

[ToKola Bakari]

​Planet: Troiken​

​Location: Hutt Spice Mines​

Time: 20:17​

​

​The work day had already ended and dinner was being served. Well, if you could call a quarter portion of ration bread served over a greyish blue sludge, dinner. Covered in a blanket of shadows, Marcellus sat in the back of his cell, curled into a ball, trying to stay as warm as he could in the freezing mountain caves.

​Curled in Marcellus' gnarled hands was a small metal container, which his nearly lifeless eyes had been focused on for the better part of the time since he was put back in his cell. The wallet-like container held his weekly ration of spice, something to keep his mind dulled and body moving, a gift from the Hutt's. For the first few years in the mines, Marcellus had managed to avoid the damned drug, yet eventually everyone wanted a release, even him. Normally he wouldn't wait to indulge in the drug, allowing his body to be freed of it's aches and pains. Today, he couldn't afford his mind to be dull, because for the first time in ten years things were going to be interesting.

​Tap Tap Tap ​

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​A series of metallic taps erupted from the cell's bars, causing Marcellus to look up at the source. The caves were kept minimally lit so the man had to strain his eyes to make the figure out.

​"Dinner time, Decker. Come and get it." The gruff voice called out, as the rough sound of metal scraping against metal could be heard. Letting out a slight groan, Marcellus pushed himself to his feet, which was not so easy with the binders kept on his wrists. Loud cracks erupted from the man's joints as they came back alive to move him. Finally making it to the bars, Marcellus leaned on them, glancing down to the tray of food that sat on the sally plate. Marcellus eyed the rather large piece of bread and let out a dry chuckle. "Birthday was last week, but thanks for rememberin'." He said through a hushed voice.

​"It's time." The man whispered, his eyes roving the cave as he urged the tray closer to Marcellus.

​Taking a hand, smoothing back his matted, napped, hair Marcellus looked up to the man. The light in his brown eyes returning as if they had never faded. Marcellus offered the man a wry smirk, his hand opening to let the spice container in it fall to the ground. "That's what I'm talking about." Taking the tray from the prison bars, Marcellus listened as the guard spoke.

​"Party starts in ten minutes. The water mule will be by in five. Good luck." Marcellus took his tray and went to sit back in the corner of his cell. He waited a moment, until the sound of departing footsteps was replaced with silence. Taking the bread ration into his hand, he began to press his fingers into the dough. What should have been a soft, squishy texture was replaced with a hard interior. Marcellus broke the piece of bread in half, smiling at the commlink and ear piece that were hidden inside of the piece of bread.

​In the blueish gruel, he glided his fingers through, pulling out a small metal object, a key. The turned guard had earned his pay. With the commlink Marcellus would be able to communicate with his rescue team, and with the key he could get out of this damned cell. Quickly turning the commlink on, Marcellus placed the earpiece in, the next moment a soft click could be heard as his binders fell lifelessly to the ground. "Let's get this done."

​[member="Kur"]
[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Marcellus Decker"] [member="Kur"]

Jaster stood outside the mines in the hedges that were hiding himself and the three other troopers that he brought with him. These men were some of the most elite Republic Troopers the government could offer. The Intelligence department of the Republic had heard of a slave attempting to escape from captivity. The Hutts were on the list of public enemies for the General and shutting down one of their mines was always going to be his priority. He left an evacuation of a near by planet as the Siths boarder was expanding their way. He took his personal body guards and a Ghost CR90 Corvette to meet up with the other party that was here to help out with this raid and freeing some slaves.

The Mandalorain in his flat black armor and his glowing eyes from his helmet looked over the troopers he was leading. The small group would be large enough to deal with the guards that were protecting the place. He was to wait in the designated waiting area and meet up with the other member of the raid and attach the mine together. Beside him was a Republic Gatling Gun that he bought to test out in the field. He would saver the use of this bad boy and see how it acted in real combat.

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

"You breathe loudly..."

Said a voice, low and sounding like sand on durasteel, from behind the trooper, near one of the rearmost Republic Troopers. With a faint billowing of fabric, an enormous form appeared beside the humanoid. The fabric that receded was stretched, retracting into a compartment on the towering, armored form of Kur. It had allowed the mercenary to approach the troopers without being seen, on several visual spectrums. Standing up to his full height, the Gen'Dai glanced down through his helmet eye visors, multiple readings and sensors lighting up the area.

"You're at the rendezvous, so which one of you is Jaster?" He asked, voice heavily modulated by the helmet, making it sound gravelly. "I'm Kur, and these are some of the Dozen."

With a motion of the head, Kur alerted the troopers to the approaching individuals - two, to be precise. Each of them was fitted out with some impressive gear, especially the towering armored leader. Holding a large disruptor rifle in hand, Kur leaned down and looked at the closest trooper to him, studying the individual's armor and weaponry. It was good, but it wasn't as good as Kur's own.

"What are the patrol routes?" Kur asked, pointing to the distant slave camp. Already he noticed several targets that appeared on his sensors. "Infiltration and dispatching the guards is wise. We have brought a jammer, so communications will cease... but we must get close, unsuspected, to set it up."

Hefting the rifle onto one shoulder, Kur looked back to his group. They knew their jobs, they knew what needed doing. All that remained was to sort out the hierarchy of the troopers, and whether or not Jaster planned on leading or falling into line. They all needed to work together, of course, but someone had to call the shots; and in perhaps a surprising turn of events, Kur's yellow eyes narrowed as he smiled a fang-filled smile within the helmet...

"You lead, flesh. Show me what your elite troopers can do."

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Marcellus Decker"] [member="Lev Orlova"] [member="IG-77824"]​

 

[Lev Orlova]

A stout man clad in a woodland camouflage uniform approached slowly, standing off to the side @Kur. He wore a breathing mask built into a helmet, a carrying vest, and cold wear gear. He wielded a blaster rifle and had a pack on his back, carrying the seismic charges that were needed for the plan, as well two large breathing tanks that were hooked up to his mask. His face was obscured by the mask, as the visor was tinted. He stood in a relaxed manner, his legs spread apart and cradling his rifle across his chest with his arms crossed. He regarded the Republic guard before him with a silent, analytic stare. As Kur nodded to him and his robotic accomplice, the man only nodded once towards the other group as a silent greeting.

He took his rifle into his hands, motioning towards the facility in a heavy accent, the vocoder in his helmet amplifying his voice slightly,"Don't want to make enemies of Hutts." He looked back towards Jaster,"Make sure everyone you put down stays down."

 

[IG-77824]

IG-77824 trailed a pace behind its new-found master and comrade, [member="Kur"]. Its many eyes spun around slowly, taking in the immediate area. Held in its grip was an offshoot of the E-11s, used by an Empire long past. The rifle showed its wear, scuff marks that couldn't be buffed out dotting the side. However, the last noticeable feature was the white chalk marks up and down the sides of barrel. What they marked was anyone's guess.

Its programming and orders were clear. Every shot had to kill, no survivors, no witnesses.
Mission difficulty? Child's play.

[member="Kur"]

 

[ToKola Bakari]

​The muffled sound of a struggle erupted from Marcellus' cell row. Desperate gasps for air and the occasional cough accompanied this noise, yet in the end it was not enough to alert anyone. Marcellus had waited for the second guard to come around, the man who distributed water to each of the inmates. However when the young Weequay guard approached Marcellus' cell, he was met with a deadly grip that forced the life from him. The corpse slumped down to the ground, guided by Marcellus so it would not make too much of a ruckus. His calloused hands patted the man down, searching for the guards set of keys. Once the ring of keys was in his grasp, Marcellus stood up, unlocking the gate to his cell.

​He was out.

​However, that was the easy part, now was time for the fun. Pulling the commlink from his pocket, Marcellus activated the device, giving him a direct line to [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]. Bending down to search the body, the Thyrsian relayed his orders to the Mandalorian. "I'm out. Let's get this party started." Marcellus pulled the blaster pistol from the dead guard, before turning his eyes towards the end of the cave. The sight of light caused Marcellus to smirk a bit, however that smirk quickly faded when the sound of footsteps could be heard echoing towards him. The guards were early.

[member="IG-77824"] [member="Lev Orlova"] [member="Kur"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Jaster looked at the large monstrosity that exited the brush and he was able to hear the beast before seeing him as this was not his first rodeo. He knew that these lightly steps were not one of the Hutt guys, as they have been lumbering around with no reason to care. The Sith Empire was near by and the Silvers had left the whole sector, there was not threat. The only people that were attempting to hide their presence was the ones on contract. He was only laying on the mound of dirt and his Gatling Gun laying next to him.

Looking though his helmet magnifications at the entrance of the mine he spoke back to the group, "Nice to meet you guys, sound scary enough," He turned on his back to face the rest and placed a hand on the large weapon laying next to him like they were both spending a day at the beach. "Seems like its lightly defended with most of the guard just hanging around the supply creates where the booze is,"

The troopers near him lined up in the natural barrier and readied their weapons for combat. "Sir, incoming transmission."

The Armored man listened to the transmission. Once finished he looked to the rest of the group, "Plan is us in Republic Armor will attack the main entrance while you guys will be taking care of the men by the creates," He pressed a button on the weapon and powered it up. "Prisoner are up to you, some may have bounties, slaves however must come back here,"

The man lifted his weapon up and started to get himself up, "Rally Point is here, you get separated and have some slaves, bring them here first and regroup with the rest of us, Good" Without waiting for a reply he responded, "Good." And lifted his weapon up in a potion to attack.

@Kur @Lev Orlova @IG-77824

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

Kur smiled, not a pleasant one by most standards, inside his helmet. Jaster seemed to know his stuff, which was a nice change from the usual thug types the Gen'Dai came across on these sorts of team-up missions. Still, the Dozen needed to set up the jammer in close to avoid reinforcements or outbound communications. So, that meant the fun time of unloading with a gatling gun would have to wait - at least for a small period of time. Motioning to Lev and Two-Four, Kur moved closer to the ridge line and peered through the foliage and brush, getting a better look at the scene.

"We can setup near the mine entrance," Kur said, looking down to Jaster. It was almost amusing as the tall alien crouched behind some small bushes. "Give us three minutes to get into the compound, silence the guards near the entrance, set up the jammer and then you can fire to your hearts delight, humanoid."

Looking to the Dozen members again, Kur raised a heavy eyebrow inside the helmet.

"We need to go in silent, to begin with. Lev, you're on the left, use blades. Two-Four, you're bringing the jammer, and are on overwatch... if one of them sees us, drop him quick and silent."

Pulling the camouflage sheet from his belt compartment, Kur stretched it over his form, before it began to flicker and reflect light, making him mostly invisible. He let out a small chuckle, before moving down the ridge and toward the compound silently and outside of most visual ranges. Despite his size, the Gen'Dai now moved with an impressive amount of stealth, as his hunched and reflective form reached the fencing line. Using a small fushioncutter from his utility belt, Kur slowly sliced the thin metal threads open at the right post, making a tear vertically before he rolled the fence sheet toward the leftmost post; it was now a nice open piece of fence gap, with more than enough room for all three mercenaries to move through.

A hand appeared mid-air, Kur's glove coming out from beneath the sheet. He held up a fist, waited to see if any guards were close enough to hear the commotion, and when nothing happened, lowered the hand and moved forward. Taking the right, Kur moved toward one of the guards standing beside a small dwelling - possibly guard barracks or a communication shack - and reaching out from beneath his sheet, pulled the guard close and stabbed a large knife blade into his chest...

Only the entrance guards remain, then we can start the fun.

Dropping the body of the dead guard, Kur pushed it against the small single-room building wall. He looked across to Lev and Two-Four, seeing how they were progressing to reaching the entrance and starting up the jammer...

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Marcellus Decker"] [member="Lev Orlova"] [member="IG-77824"]​

 

[Kogra]

Planet: Troiken
​Location: Outside Hutt Spice Mines
Equipment: ATLAS Suit, SIF-57s

Moving through the brush of the planet, Kogra made his way to the mines where he knew his benefactor waited for him. Being an Operator within the Sith Empire may have been an important aspect of Kogra's life at this time, but there was always time between battles that needed to be filled. It was within times such as these that Kogra returned to his old ways, killing for pay, or more truthfully, entertainment. Brutality had always been an integral part of his life, after all, he was bred for it.

Reaching the edge of the vegetation Kogra quickly took in the sights of the mines and its facilities outside the entrance. The defenses were garbage at best, a fence, a small number of seemingly lazy and untrained thugs posted as guards, and a single entrance that easily allowed attackers to simply seal it and leave the inhabitants to die. "It's definitely owned by the Hutt's" Kogra muttered under his breath with a smirk. For all of their wealth and influence, the slugs of the outer rim were some of the most ineffectual leaders he had ever met, but they always paid well. Sadly for them however, so did one of their slaves, one who would go free today.

Using his suit to scout the area, a few individuals seemed to stand out, mostly because it seemed very clear they were trying to make themselves unnoticed, likely the others who had been hired by Decker. From the ground, they would be nearly impossible to notice with the equipment the guards had on hand, but luckily, Kogra not only had a better line of sight, but a suit that enhanced his perception of everything around him to an obnoxious level. Deciding it best to begin his movement down into the encampment as well, Kogra would move quickly yet silently for somebody in a suit so sophisticated and heavy. Making his way towards the entrance he only bothered to dispose of a single guard, alone and directly in his path. leveling his hand with his heart, one of his blades would thrust forward from within its slot in his armor, piercing the mans heart and killing him even before Kogra pulled him behind the small shack he stood guard over.

[member="Kur"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Marcellus Decker"] [member="IG-77824"] [member="Lev Orlova"]

 

[IG-77824]

Two-Two found itself stationed up on a hill overlooking the compound. E-11s in hand and jammer running, the droid offed guards patrolling the perimeter and up on guard towers. This only further compounded the ineptitude of these guards as they fell silently to the droid's precise blaster shots.
If the droid could sigh, it would have.
Another two squeezes and another guard tower went dark.

[member="Kogra"]
[member="Kur"]
[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]
[member="Marcellus Decker"]
[member="Lev Orlova"]

 

[Lev Orlova]

Lev positioned his rifle on his back, tightening the sling to his chest to ensure as little noise was made from his blaster rattling around. He pulled a small blaster pistol from his hip and a knife, and hunched down, following close behind [member="Kur"] as he put up his active cloak. Acting out of years of practice, he constantly had his head on a swivel, checking the left, right, and back up at the guard towers every few seconds. The mercenary stood close to Kur, trying not to be seen by the guard towers.

Following through the tear in the fence, Lev stopped and looked to his left as Kur held up a fist. As soon as the fist was lowered Lev cut to the left, moving between the fence and piled up crates, and the occasional guard tower. Seeing a Rodian thug patrolling ahead, facing away from him, Lev moving quickly and quietly towards him, bounding between crates and guard towers. When he was just 10 feet from him he burst towards him, catching the lax criminal off guard as he gripped his ankles and pulled back with all his might, the Rodian toppling over and smacking his head into the ground. The masked merc quickly pressed a knee into the Rodian's back and gripped his head, taking his knife and stabbing several times towards the neck. Lev looked up as he heard a group of hearty chuckles. Moving towards the edge of an empty crate, he peered his head out, seeing the large group of Hutt guards huddled around the crates containing alcohol that Jaster had mentioned.

Lev slotted his knife back into its sheathe and pulled a thermal detonator from his belt, priming it.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

​Within the depths of the mine, Marcellus was handling his own problems. The approaching team of guards forced him to action. Stashing his blaster pistol in his waist band he glanced down to the corpse that was laid on the floor. Had he known it would take so long, he would have stowed the body in his own cell.

​Luckily for the Thyrsian, there had been a shallow fissure in the side of the cave. One he could hide himself in as the Hutt guards made their rounds. Staring at the body on the ground, he could hear the casual tone that guards held, turn to distress. "Choy?! Doe chua, Yorn." One of the guards exclaimed, rushing to the lifeless guard. Marcellus watched as the first man, a human, knelt down beside the deceased guard. Hidden in rock and shadows, Marcellus had gone unnoticed.

​Slowly wrapping his fingers around the grip of his blaster pistol he waited until he could see a pair of feet.

Now.

​Stepping from the shadows, Marcellus pulled the blaster pistol from his waist band. The weapon was raised to the head of the hidden guardsmen, revealed to be a young Twi'lek boy. The kid's age gave Marcellus no pause. A single shot echoed out from the cave, as a blaster bolt slammed into the boy's neck, ending his life there.

​With a smirk, Marcellus turned to the other guard, who had been startled by the blaster bolt. He rose to meet a similar fate as the boy Marcellus had killed. With a swift turn to the side, the blaster pistol would sing once again, this time the bolt landed on the brow of the Hutt guard.

​Marcellus took a moment, holding the weapon close to his chest as he looked to the cave entrance. What would the sound of blaster fire bring?

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Kur"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

The mission was to rescue the slave who sold him the placement of the slave mine, [member="Marcellus Decker"]. That was payment enough to disrupt the flow of power the Hutts had in the Criminal Territories that surrounded Nal Hutta for action to push against them. Less spice for their slave army meant less control, and that was more fun to watch then leaving a Hutt out in the Sun. The plan [member="Kur"] had laid out was not a bad one, jamming the coms would allow them some time to push on, at least until more people heard the blaster fire. "Sounds like a good plan, me and my men will hold the entrance as your team grabs the slave Decher, any other slave you can rescue I will add 100 credits a head, republic pays good for 'refugees' these days."

He turned to his men who readied their weapons as well and grabbed dirt from the ground and rubbing it on their armor. Twigs and small branches they grabbed as well and broke the circular shape of their armor with sharp object to hid them better. The Mercenaries would make the first move, and he and his men would hold the outside and kill as many Hutt Gangmembers as they could before filling in the Transport and kicking it out of space.

"We move on your call, wave us over when the jammer is in place and we will let loose the hounds of war."

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

Kur listened as Jaster spoke, intrigued by the idea of earning additional credits. In a slave operation like this, there could be anywhere from several hundred to several thousand, so the potential for earning a nice bonus was a pleasant surprise. Still, the main objective was to get Decker out, who according to information prior to the operation would be proceeding with his part of the plan shortly. Seeing that most of the other assault members were ready, Kur prepared for the next phase - infiltrate the entrance and plant the jammer.

"Ready to move, in three--"

Things were progressing smoothly, right up until they weren't. Distant blaster fire sounded from inside the mine entrance, echoing. That was a concern, especially since none of the assault force had actually proceeded into the complex itself, which meant that things had gone sour and the acquisition was in danger. Moving away from the soldier barracks, Kur pointed to Two-Four and motioned to the entrance of the mine - the droid had to get the jammer in place, and activate it at full power, as carrying it around didn't allow for the total effect and coverage.

"Go!"

And without hesitation, Kur began sprinting at incredible speed, rushing the mining entrance with large rifle in hand. The cloaking fabric retracted from his body, revealing the hulking armored mercenary, even as his footsteps thudded, as the Gen'Dai reached the opening and burst inside. The HUD adapted to the sudden change in light easily, instantly, and he leveled his rifle as he saw several guards ahead looking down deeper into the tunnel - and without waiting for their attention to turn to him, Kur opened fire with the disruptor, landing two neat shots on the unsuspecting enemies, causing their bodies to literally rip apart as they gave brief screams.

Clearly the blaster fire from deeper in the mine had drawn attention.

"Break any slave cage locks we can, but we don't sacrifice speed to reach Decker," Looking back to the other assault members, who Kur assumed were close on his flank, he motioned to the first set of cages and the duraplast locks holding the doors closed. "He's our priority, and our pay. If he dies, we're out of luck."

Continuing down the cramped passageways, some looking as though they lacked enough support based on the crumbling ground around, Kur moved tactically with his rifle aimed. He checked corners, working in tandem with Lev, opening fire to disintegrate guards as they were seen. Several more dropped, exploding into nothingness, and the Gen'Dai couldn't help but feel slight guilt at that; if that had been him, exploded molecules after a sudden assault party arrived, Kur would have been insanely angry. Still, the weapon was effective, and allowed for a number of contingencies that they could potentially run into.

Reaching a T-junction, Kur pointed to Lev, and motioned right - and without pausing, Kur turned left, bounding down the passageway, seeing more guards ahead...

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Marcellus Decker"] [member="Lev Orlova"] [member="IG-77824"] [member="Kogra"]​

 

[Kogra]

A burst of sound came to Kogra's attention from deep within the compound that his patron was meant to be saved from. "poodoo" he muttered beneath his helmet, breaking from cover, and as he did so, unholster his pistol, holding it firmly in both hands. Aligning the front and rear sights in a snap, the protruding front sight blocking out a portion of a nearby guards chest. Squeeze, shift, squeeze, were the only basic thoughts that came from Kogra now as the firefight had begun. bodies dropped left and right before Kogra dipped below another metallic crate, his current power pack sliding from its entrapment and another being jammed inside with a slick motion that showed Kogra's obvious practiced motions.

Fire rained in from blasters on the other side of the crate he hid behind, almost too much for him to be able to check his surroundings. Kogra however, didn't need his sight, within his suit his other senses were more than enough to scan his vicinity and know that two of his compatriots had slipped into the facility during his distraction completely unnoticed by the guards outside. Grinning, Kogra raised above the crate for a short burst, having heard the approaching footsteps of three guards who likely intended to flank him. Firing six times, moving between his targets with such speed and precision it almost seemed to be like a computer program running a basic function. Now things were going to get fun.

Jaster of Clan Awaud Marcellus Decker Lev Orlova IG-77824 Kur