The Hand That Feeds

[Rory Baccus]

The Hand That Feeds​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwhBRJStz7w​

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Objective: Eradicate the Mandalorian bent blood cult
Acquaintances: [member="Yasha Mantis"]
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Thisspias was a bit remote, although it still had a meager population of around a million world wide.At least half of those were in their largest cities, which there were two of. The funny thing was that the majority of Thisspiasians had left the planet, and mostly retired criminals, bounty hunters and tourists lived on the planet. People looking for the right amount of control, but not too much found this quaint planet satisfying. After all, it was just at the border of the Mandalorian Empire, making it nearly autonomous. They never tried to declare autonomy though because the Mandalorian Empire required little taxes from them, and they offered them great protection from threats. One such threat is that of an underground blood cult that worships the Empire.

This blood cult, Autumn Ragnum Agaes, had decided to slaughter innocents throughout cities on the planet and leave them in gruesome arrangements, because they are "not pure". The cult worships Mandalorian blood and likes to slaughter anyone that isn't Mandalorian. That was a problem for the Empire, so they sent a task force led by Remus, one of their most qualified Spec Ops troopers. The mission is to annihilate the cult, just eradicate the sick bastards that had struck down innocents, including infants and children. Remus was excited to get revenge on the sick for their crimes against life. They took it from the ones who had only lived for short periods, people like that are monsters. Then again, so was he.

The shuttle transporting him and his accomplice had landed. They exited the shuttle into the street, of course, in disguises.

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"So how are we going to find this cult?" Remus asked Yasha.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

“Wipe them out. The entire blood cult, I want them gone.” Yasha ran her fingers through her raven hair, tugging on the armour weave suit jacket she wore over her baby bump. At six and a half feet tall, Yasha was imposing enough, yet out of armour she was a tall and raven haired woman, the flower of youth still in mid bloom. Barely 20, with keen amber eyes and perfectly applied cosmetics.

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[member="Rory Baccus"] knew Yasha’s order, as did [member="Ambrose Mantis"] and [member="Strider Garon"]. Wherever the old Mando soldier’d got to on Thisspias, Yasha knew he wasn’t far.

“That last attack, one of them was dumb enough to bleed. I had Cass run a trace on species, we’re looking for a kiffar hybrid, I’m sure Ambrose can take the hunt from there. Eh, Ambrose?” Yasha walked through the street with Remus and Ambrose, nary a worry or care for the threats they were about to encounter.

 

[Ambrose Cadera]

Ambrose Mantis sauntered off the shuttle and fixed the cuffs of his coat’s sleeves. He took a long sniff at the air, and pursed his lips, puckering his cheeks.

“The blood is here.” Clapping [member="Rory Baccus"] on the shoulder, the Yalilyr’s Alor and head of Death Watch strode off into the crowd after the accursed blood scent he recognized off the sample Yasha gave him. When Mand’alor the Infernal informed her bodyguard of this excursion, Ambrose had first tried to tell her not to go. Second, to wear her armour.

Third? He growled, snapped a turkey leg in half, sucked out the marrow and grabbed his coat. Remus wanted blood, all of them did before this cult exploded onto the greater scene. The spec ops Mando’ad was talented, the right kind of wicked and Ambrose had his eye firmly placed on the young man.

That was, until he found the scent trail and quickened his pace.