The Two Minute Rule

[Thraxis]

Objective: Serve as Distraction
Loadout:

Spoiler

Chasis: Thraxis Armour Helmet: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak: Phantasm Cloak Greave: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron: Thraxis Armour Foot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: None
Rifle: DEMP Sidearm: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand: Vambrace

Well. Wasn't this a professional group. No interparty conflict because there was no interparty discussion, no converse or decorum between brothers held aloft on a towering peak. He held himself in different races, Ghroua made a request, and with a scratch of Phirik against Phirik he obliged. "Well, only because you said please." A light jab at the Herglic as he turned around, he had no explosives, no Electronic Skills, but he had weapons. He had a lot of weapons. And one perched on his back came to mind, he grabbed the butt of the gun, a loose strand of leather snapping off as he braced it in his hands. He cocked a smile. He damn well never got to use this freak of a gun.

It whirled and zapped with mechanical annoyance, gears turning and shifting as a pulse of white spewed forth, the Elevator seeming no worse for wear as he frowned. "Huh. I remember this thing having more of a pop to it..." He whined, taking a step into the Elevator, looking around with a shrug. He stayed in there for a few good seconds, turning, scratching before pressing the roof button. That's when it snapped, a cord ricocheted in a violent crunch as the elevator in a heartbeat dropped down, descending to the lower floors with a mechanical cry. Thraxis, stuck in the thing, a deathtrap falling a hundred miles an hour panicked, confused before an air of sudden realization popped into his mind.

That's when he fought gravity, his boots flared with a mechanical pulse, a colouration discoed at his feet as he propelled himself upwards, the prior broken hatch halting assailing with a snap as the hinges let it flap loosely in the accelerated winds as Thraxis glided upwards, the noise of the Casinoes a strange mix of confusion and emptiness as blaring noise left the wail of the frightened elevator in the dust and far behind the 'dope' beats of music that paraded throughout.

But with that chaos out of the way, a rocketing explosion of metal, no fire and brimstone spurting out and cascading upwards in a garish excitement of fatted clouds. No simple gears scrapping and snapping at Thraxis Phiirk like a baby dog bitting at a chew toy. Overall, it proved ineffective. He cupped a foot, bending into view with an unnatural movement as if someone had poorly photoshopped his movemetns, he rolled upwards, taking a few steps forward, his yellow Duffel bag now spilling the contents of dripping booze. He looked around. The crew was still far from excitable from the best he could tell. All serious no fun. These were the worst crowds.

He ran a finger, a dance of confusion as he fumbled fingers, finding the Zipper with poor timing and rolling it, digging a hand as a menagerie of different items scraped and clawed at his hand before pulling out what was undoubtfully a small beach chair, how it fit he wasn't even sure, but he had heard Maximization was a good buzzword and went with that if anyone bothered asking. "Well, Sarge I see you have things under control here. Imma... just squeeze on by..." He exaggerated, finding a comfortable locale at a window he flipped out his chair, it was as if he brought the beech with him as he rummaged again, pulling out a dripping bottle of Booze and letting it roll over him, the sound of a sharp 'whirz' as he detached his mask, a menagerie of cuts, bruises, weeping wounds and diseased tissue festered along his skin as he took to viewing the sights. Before snapping his fingers, turning to look at Ghorua with a mild annoyance to his hideous visage.

"Without an Elevator how is the Pizza Boy going to get up here?!"​

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[member="Ghorua the Shark"] | [member="Atlas Kane"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="The Slave"]​

 

[Sebastian Thel]

Location: The Pergitor
Objective: Divert Security Forces
Allies: [member="Nilia Saavilin"], [member="Arekk"], [member="Lupus"]

Standing amidst a throng of citizens, Sebastian removed a gloved hand from his pocket and checked the time on his wrist device. The soft, beige coat fell to his calves and placed him inconspicuously outside of the bank. Only his soft, bespectacled features revealed a heritage of academia, raised in the pristine cities of the Sith Empire. The numbers on his holo-watch switched, indicating that the heist was about to begin.

Tilting his head to one side, Sebastian recognized the faces of Ar'ekk and Lupus. He moved through the crowd and brushed the sleeves of civilians who continued about their day, avoiding their gaze as they paid him no heed. In a gloved hand, he carried his slicing kit in a black case. As he stopped by the two other men, he raised a hand in a small wave and tried to open his mouth to introduce himself. Although he mouthed what looked like an introduction, no words came out.

"I'm Sebastian." That was all the former mathematician managed to say. When he repeated the line in his head, Sebastian sighed slightly and internally berated himself. The others turned their backs and he closely followed.

While Ar'ekk set to work on the security system, Sebastian looked upward and over every curve of the structure with observant eyes. He turned his head back toward the terminal which monitored the security network. Ar'ekk had already sliced the terminal, allowing Sebastian to manipulate the network with ease. He set his slicing kit beside the chair and opened the latches. Swiping a button, he brought up windows displaying various areas of the bank and nodded as he admired the work of the other slicer.

"Nice work, Ar'ekk, I'll divert security while you crack open the vault." Sebastian spoke as he opened his slicing kit. As he leaned down, his glasses fell clean off his nose with a clutter. "Oops!" He said to himself, then picked up the glasses and placed them back over his ears. "Now where was I?" He made a note in the air with his finger.

The lid of Sebastian's slicing kit was neatly resting against the terminal, a multitude of leads, plugs, cutting tools and other gadgets now displayed. Embedded on the inside of the lid was a screen with a port in the corner. He selected a lead, which he plugged into the port and connected the end to the terminal. Leaning down again, he typed a code into the keypad on the screen of the datapad and maneuvered his way through the virus which Ar'ekk uploaded to the security network.

Once the program on the datapad granted him access, Sebastian sat upright and placed his fingers on the keyboard of the terminal. Screens, built on either side of each other illuminated with windows of blue code as Sebastian typed away. Footage of the several areas, both inside of the bank and outside, were projected onto the screens, allowing Sebastian to monitor security forces in the area should they pick up on the heist.

"Nilia, this is Sebastian, any reports on security forces in the area?" Hitting a button on his communicator, Sebastian spoke to Nilia while he slid through various windows. His fingers tapped away as he formulated a suitable diversion to lure the attention of security away from the vault.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

The Outer Rim Coalition
Pergitor Shadowport

Interacting With │ @Ghorua the Shark, [member="Koda Fett"], [member="Shaun Irons"], [member="Cadmon Geller"], [member="Thraxis"]
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“Name a price, and I’ll get it to you.”, he said in response.

Lights were flashing as more police showed up, multiple groups hiding behind their speeders and transports with guns out and a bead of sweat running down their face. Squint couldn’t help but think most of them were too green to be running anything but a shadowport, but the thought slipped his mind as quickly as it came as he motioned another group to move into the casino.

“My friends down here just want to make sure everyone leaves this happy…”, he said again.

He let silence fill the void of their phone call for a moment as someone else signed for his confirmation. Signing back, yet another group moved to their various positions; all before a small buzz rang in his ear.

“Team 12 in position. Eyes on target near the window. No hostage in sight.”, the sniper team said.

Idiots. There was enough firepower out here to conquer a small planet, and they really thought to stand next to the windows? Pulling the phone from his face and muting it, he quickly spoke into his throat mic;

“Standby, Team 12. Hostage is still in there.”

“Roger that.”

Squint grinded his teeth a bit as he unmuted the phone, he only hoped nobody else would show up to throw a wrench in their plans. He spoke once more into the phone, glancing back up to the tower they stood in;

“How are you handling up there?”

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: PERGITOR SHADOWPORT, ORC TERRITORY
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO
OBJ: HOSTAGE CRISIS

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THE HIGHRISE CASINO​

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"No pizza today, Thraxis. Sorry to disappoint."

Ghorua watched as the slaver dismantled the elevator with a mix of odd amusement and mild horror. There were easier ways of breaking it, but Ghorua decided not to contribute, simply watching.

Once it was done, Ghorua heard a response on the comm. He frowned, contemplating how to sound the most greedy. He pressed the button, and tried his best to go for 'barely-contained malice'.

"That's not how this works," he grinned, trying to create the most realistic sound. "Tell me, does five million or ten million sound more reasonable to you? I value your opinion, of course."

Hand off the button, Ghorua looked to the others, noting with slight distaste as [member="Koda Fett"] walked next to him. He looked to [member="Thraxis"], then to the Verpine on the ceiling

"Alright team, we've entered dangerous territory now. 'Bout time we got serious." The Herglic took on a more commanding tone as he addressed the three before him. "Three entrances; elevator, staircase, window. We've already taken one from them, so they'll be coming from the other two, likely simultaneously."

"We need someone watching each point of entry. Window-watcher needs to stay out of line of sight of other buildings and the ground. Preferably, also with a helmet that'll stop a sniper blast." Ghorua felt strange laying out the plan for a collection of experienced killers. The Shark wasn't a leader.

"The stairs'll echo, so we can keep tabs on security coming up. I don't want to tell you what to do, but I would suggest putting some light explosives over the door. They bust through, we let a few in before collapsing it, shut the rest out."

"As for the escape..." Ghorua chuckled under his visor. "Get creative."

"Game faces, everyone."

- [member="The Slave"] - [member="Atlas Kane"] -

 

[Koda Fett]

OUTER RIM COALITION TERRITORY​

PERGITORY SHADOWPORT​

HIGHRISE CASINO​

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The Bounty Hunter, as always, was an enigma. There was no telling as to what he felt in any given moment, or if he truly felt anything at all. There was no noise that escaped the underside of that helmet, exited through the internal microphone. It added to his mystique, of course. You wanted an individual who respected one's secrecy, and it was more often than not one assumed Fett was one who had for he was secretive as they came. His origins are truly a mystery, lost throughout the Gulag Plague. A Mandalorian who arrived on the scene to become a Bounty Hunter, rising to the top and cementing his position. Beyond that, the man was a ghost.

Fett, in his typical arrogant manner, ignored the majority of what Ghorua had to say. He heard what he desired from their opposition, but beyond that there was nothing that particularly interested him. His booted feet echoing throughout the rather silent room, albeit for the Herglic's booming voice. The Bounty Hunter had returned to the position he had posted himself within, right at the main entrance. The Laser Wires were an interestingly brutal piece of hardware, and he was intrigued to finally see them in action.

It was with his Carbine in hand that he watched, and he waited.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] - [member="Thraxis"] - [member="Atlas Kane"] - [member="The Slave"]

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[Vora Kaar]

Security Team
Gear - In Sig(Possessions)
Nearby - [member="The Slave"], [member="Cadmon Geller"],
Other Allies - [member="Lupus"], [member="Koda Fett"], [member="Arekk"], [member="Ghorua the Shark"], [member="Nilia Saavilin"], [member="Atlas Kane"], [member="Kyle Farnes"],

Coming to a stop, the speeder we had hopped into got us to our destination fairly quick. With the sirens and bright flashing lights, a lot of people moved out of the way. Once getting to our little spot, I hopped out of the speeder. Of course we were armed. Seeing as how so many were showing up just for a hostage situation, I might as well play the part as best as I could. Going to the back of the speeder, I opened up the trunk and pulled out the standard carry rifle that the other officers may have been using.

Shoving a power cell into place, and making sure that it was completely loaded, Came back to the speeder. Resting my elbows on the hood and aimed towards the front door. Not really that difficult. Just point it in that direction, Keep it trained and just wait. I couldn't really do anything other than look good. Nor did I want to add anything else for fear of mucking up the situation.

Of course if the need arose, then I could make whatever decision I deemed necessary at the right time. However for this, it was a waiting game, and a fear factor of dealing with these "bad men" and making sure that the hostage would be taken out alive, and preferably without any extra holes or missing pieces.

As much as I would not want to do this, the plans that have been set in motion are in the works. As much as I hoped our crew and little group came out of this in the same vain of the hostage situation, I had a feeling that should one of us happen to perish, their check would be split among us. Sure, maybe a better pay out, maybe less competition, but we were a group. One that had a purpose. We needed our people alive. But, if things went south, and we couldn't recover from this... I was not afraid of having to fire a bolt or two down range.

Good luck was all I could think.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

The Outer Rim Coalition
Pergitor Shadowport

Interacting With │ [member="Ghorua The Shark][/FONT][FONT='courier new'], @[/FONT][FONT='courier new']Koda Fett, [member="Shaun Irons"], [member="Cadmon Geller"], [member="Thraxis"]
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“Ten million sounds just fine, friend.”, he said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.

In reality, they both knew the real score was a few billion out of the vaults not a few kilometers away. Withholding that however, he gave a thumbs up to one of the assault teams as they began to scale the far side of the building. It was only a matter of time now before they were set up to at least raid the area; and if the team meant to offer the distraction was as good as they were supposed to be, it’d quickly turn into a slaughter.

Scratching his head, he pulled the phone away and muted it once more as he spoke to his second in command;

“Get me access to the ventilation on the floor they’re in. If we can fill it with some smoke, we can get the hostage out; we have to make sure she isn’t harmed.”

The man nodded before running off.

And in truth, that was much was very true. If this situation somehow failed and the hostage was killed, too much attention would be brought down on the groups involved, and Tiamat and the GenoHaradan wanted absolutely nothing to do with a large investigation into this to happen; especially if they were stealing from more independent groups than he could shake a stick at.

Stubble began to scratch at his chin, forcing him to relinquish himself to the satisfaction of rubbing it. Most of the teams were almost in position, with nothing else to lose he moved back to the phone;

“Keep talking to me, how’s everything going in there? We’ve got someone on the way with those credits right now.”

Nobody was getting them.

 

[Thraxis]

Objective: Serve as Distraction
Loadout:

Spoiler

Chasis: Thraxis Armour Helmet: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak: Phantasm Cloak Greave: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron: Thraxis Armour Foot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: None
Rifle: DEMP Sidearm: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand: Vambrace

Well, wasn't that rude? Neither responded to the Herglic, admittedly, he hadn't either, but that was for a different set of reasons, flipping between comms, finding the right Radio to play the perfect tune for this. It was beefy, it was loud, and it tore out one's soul and in its place could stick a demon if it got them at the right age, always changed never the same. He looked out the windows, his fingers clawed and scratched at his bottle of booze as he caught flicks of light. It wasn't shocking, he wasn't surprised there were snipers on the roof, aiming high and going to leave someone low. At his angle, he was likely to be just that. The music thudded and banged as he unfurled his chair, giving a wide wave towards them as he gave an unseen smile. It was cute. The guns weren't. Dear god with enough calibres and fire his head would be knocked right off his shoulders, he didn't have any delusions of immortality. So, with a flick of the wrist, he unfurled his beach chair, giving a thumbs up as he walked out and past the Herglic.

He pulled up, straddled behind the hostage, elbows pressed down on the shoulders, "Sorry about that, I didn't catch the price. We are going for Ludicrous amounts I trust?" He said with a subtle jab, he trusted Ghorua to make deals as big as he was, the other two... well. Their cool guy routine was starting to grate as he rolled his eyes. He had no explosives on him, things couldn't be trusted in close quarter combat, but Mandalorians tended to have the stuff in droves. He pointed to him, pointed to the Staircase.

He left it for a few second, pointing as he dragged the hostage, putting them to the forefront of the windows, giving a wave to the Sniper's again, before walking to the Mandalorian, making sure the lone wolf got the memo. "Yo, you should watch the stars. I ain't got no explosives on me, but my armour can take a hit and..." He flicked around his cloak, his body blending into the area around him just like the phantom the cloak was named after. "Well. Partial invisibility is a good way to not get hit by a sniper." He looked over the Mandalorian's shoulder, looking to the Herglic to get some support or at least clarification, "Yo, Fish you agree with that? You are taking the lead so if you want I can go to the stairs?" He inquired, he didn't want to, but to be apart of a team as opposed to solo dogging it you had to make sacrifices. Even if he did want to mess with the Hostage when they woke up.
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[member="The Slave"] | [member="Ghorua the Shark"] | [member="Atlas Kane"] | [member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: PERGITOR SHADOWPORT, ORC TERRITORY
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO
OBJ: HOSTAGE CRISIS

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THE HIGHRISE CASINO​

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Ghorua returned to the console, not bothered by the lack of response. In all honesty he had expected nothing but a very morbid joke from [member="Thraxis"], so it had, in a way, gone better than expected. [member="Koda Fett"] guarded the stairwell, Thraxis the window, and the Verpine over the hostage. The Shark himself would be in reserve, to back up whoever needed it.

"Go ahead and guard the window." Ghorua looked to Thraxis, his incredulous expression hidden by his helmet. He didn't consider himself the kind to call the shots, but if he was the only one that was willing to talk to the others, then so be it. "Be careful for life scanners, they might still detect you."

The comms buzzed again, and Ghoua considered his next move. He knew how these things worked. The Hunters were never going to see those credits. The demand was purely to set up a motive for the kidnapping. Now that it had been made, he didn't need to talk to this man anymore.

But that didn't mean 'Sergeant' Squint wouldn't offer a few more helpful tips in the near future.

"This is where our little negotiation ends, Sarge," he said, his words layered with meanings. "Next time you contact me, it better be for something important."

The message was hidden, but there all the same. If something were about to go down, Ghorua wanted to know about it.

- [member="Darth Maliphant"] - [member="Atlas Kane"] -

 

[Nilia Saavilin]

The Outer Rim, Pergitor Shadowport, Aboard An Unidentified Vessel, Conference Room, Undetermined Time
Getaway/Logistical Support | Assisting GenoHaradan | Combating Outer Rim Coalition ~ Punchin' Bag
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Switching channels with the efficiency of someone used to working under pressure quite often, which she was, Nilia moved effortlessly from [member="Arekk"] to [member="Sebastian Thel"], "Security is slow, but in the area. Most are being diverted to deal with our distraction, but I'd keep an eye out if someone sees you. The whole game's up then." Sharp eyes narrowed on the various maps of the Shadowport that had been collected by various associates of hers over the planning phase of this operation. Unless something major had happened and she hadn't heard of it, they should be up-to-date to the layout of the station, which meant she could keep them informed.

Slender fingers glided over the part of the map she had illuminated in gold, where the heist was going down. The useless motion brought some comfort to her nerves, at least slightly. She wasn't normally worried about such things, but, well...

She wanted everything to go perfectly. And for everyone on her side to come out of this alive, and richer.

 

[Arekk]

THE OUTER RIM​

Pergitor Shadowport ​

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INTERACTING WITH: [member="Nilia Saavilin"], [member="The Slave"], [member="Lupus"], [member="Koda Fett"]​

"Here we go."

Pitch black darkness.

The lights had gone off with practiced bravado and Ar'ekk signaled Lupus to come with towards the vault. Two guards remained on their position in obvious alert with their weapons drawn out, eyes looking around in a paranoid manner for oncoming foes. Striking from the shadows, Ar'ekk made sure to knock them out cold with some very fancy combat moves.

"We've got a free path to go inside, vault's on the other side of this door. There's a five minute window before security swarms this place, let's make them count."

He communicated through the commlink with both Lupus and Nilia, making sure the details were properly transmitted and acknowledged. Five minutes for a proficient slicer were more than enough to crack open a vault with a very sophisticated yet difficult to unlock security system. It wasn't like something Ar'ekk had never seen before but it proved a challenge nonetheless, so he hoped everything would go according to the data recovered that gave him the proper idea of how to open it up and grab all the money.

Setting his backpack aside and reaching for his gadgets such as a small computer, cables to plug himself into the security system in case the system was too complicated to break with regular tools/gadgets and most importantly: The flashdrive with the virus itself to infect the entire network sorrounding the bank.

"Lupus, cover my back while I work this thing. If I can't open it up with my computer, you'll have to cover me from getting shot while I deep dive into the system. Got it?"

There were risks willing to be taken if that meant getting hands on so many credits that you could pretty much buy anyone or anything in the galaxy. Word would get out quick too.

Everything was set up and Ar'ekk started working on opening the vault by cracking its security system through a plethora of methods such as brute-forcing, virus upload and others. The last resource would be to use himself given that he had received cybernetic upgrades such as jacks/plugs in the back of his neck that allowed him to pretty much connect (or deep dive, as commonly known) into any terminal or network that allowed it.

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[Koda Fett]

OUTER RIM COALITION TERRITORY​

PERGITOR SHADOWPORT​

HIGHRISE CASINO​

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So much talk. None of it was necessary, all of it frivolous, futile and leading to nowhere. If Fett had his way over the situation, none of them were to be talking, they were to be watching and waiting in silent contemplation. To think of their actions before they do​. He could hardly blame them, though. The Mandalorian was one for silent hours, thoughts dwelling in his mind and never escaping it. Suppose more were just vocal.

​There wasn't any action he partook in, however. The same as before, really. Standing as still as a statue, scanners, eyes, and weaponry fixated upon the one position. Soon.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] - [member="Thraxis"] - [member="Atlas Kane"] - [member="Darth Maliphant"]

 

[Darth Empyrean]

The Outer Rim Coalition
Pergitor Shadowport

Interacting With │ @Ghorua the Shark, [member="Koda Fett"], [member="Shaun Irons"], [member="Cadmon Geller"], [member="Thraxis"]

As the last message came through, Squint sighed and set the radio down. Without negotiations, they’d escalate the conflict to getting the hostage out of the area; likely drawing in more forces as a skirmish began in the streets. It was the plan, but something told Squint that he didn’t really want the situation to go hot just yet; though he certainly wasn’t a stranger to danger. A man eventually came up to him, armored from neck to toe as his helmet was buried in his armpit; his voice a gravelly mix of die hard that came with grizzled mercenaries.

“Teams are in position. We’re ready to breach.”

“Then let's get it done.”, he said as he reached into the nearest transport to strap on a few more pieces of armor.

As the team's signalled between them on private comm channels, the ‘saviors of the civilians’ began to prep. The ventilation systems for the floor were the first target; smoke and sense dulling toxins beginning to fill the floor like a thick purple miasma, its nature sticking to the skin and dulling the ability to sweat. Although non toxic and certainly not fatal, the gas was strong enough to sicken the group with ease, though it’d take a few moments to get the entire floor covered.

“Let's get everyone up there, and get her out. Get to it boys.”, the message would go out to any remaining forces non critical to maintaining the line outside the casino. Dozens of swat began to rush into the building, while more sniper teams set themselves to thermal and sonic sensors to fire at the nearest convenience; a number of safety tags littered on friendly forces to ensure no friendly fire occurred.

It was a heavy response, but the faith was that the group would survive regardless. Putting up a strong resistance would force the local police to bring down even more forces; making escape far easier.

Groups broke through the windows, up the stairs, and in every viable position in an almost synchronized fashion; littering the area with deadly weapons fire as auxiliary members searched desperately for the hostage.

 

[Thraxis]

Objective: Serve as Distraction
Loadout:

Spoiler

Chasis: Thraxis Armour Helmet: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak: Phantasm Cloak Greave: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron: Thraxis Armour Foot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: None
Rifle: DEMP Sidearm: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand: Vambrace

The smog danced with a fervour, it leaked and moulded around them in a gusset of spewed foam, rolling at his feet, coiling at his throat and poisoning all around him. Or at least. It would, the cloak did nothing, but the mask held enough air to keep him safe and sound for a time. The windows cracked and shattered as the first team intercepted, he flicked for a second his LED lights of his mask, a green silhouette in the gut of the fog before flickering off and he rushed through. The fog hadn't quite billowed and formed just yet, dancing down in a descending stream of black around the casino, obscuring the levels below before it could fill the room.

So, his movements were easy to see, at least, if one kept their eyes grounded, two shots rang out, dispelled bullets whizzed and made cracking thuds into the chests of the first two who rolled up. If they didn't kill them, the force should knock them off their feet and give a gory display to those beneath. Of course, more rose up from the sinking smog, Thraxis, tossed his pistols forward, body lowered in an arch as he darted forward with clear purpose, the pistolas falling with a cling into their respective holsters as he pulled out his DEMP Rifle, following up another two concussive waves at the next two that picked up, their bodies propelled in paralysis to more of a grizzled fate as he came to a halt.

He jumped a few feet back, he had moved far too close to the window and his steps had become clear, instead, his body dropped to the ground, invisible as the thick smog rolled over his invisible body, he would lie in wait and allow a few more soldiers to break through the lines. Of course, there was one thing on his mind that worried him...

What the hell was his escape plan?​

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[member="Ghorua the Shark"] | [member="Atlas Kane"] | [member="Darth Maliphant"] | [member="Koda Fett"]​

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: PERGITOR SHADOWPORT, ORC TERRITORY
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO
OBJ: HOSTAGE CRISIS

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THE HIGHRISE CASINO​

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Go time.

Ghorua looked up at the vents as the billowing of purple gas reigned down upon them, feeling the tug of a smile pull the corners of his mouth. He'd expected the gas, it was a common way of weakening the opposition in these situations. Ghorua had prepared accordingly; the gas passed harmlessly around his armor, swirling and billowing like a beautiful painting, no skin to stick to.

The police thought they were dealing with terrorists. They didn't expect an unkillable man, an unstable man, and a beast.

Go time.

Trusting in [member="Koda Fett"]'s abilities, Ghorua rushed to the window, an unexpected blur of speed for one of his size. He charged up as [member="Thraxis"] fell back, pulling his blade from his side. The soldier's weapons were dangerous; or, at least, dangerous for a man not plated in a few inches of beskar.

Blaster bolts burnt into Ghorua's chest armor as he closed the gap. Despite the trained movements of the SWAT team, the Shark could swear he saw fear behind their masks. The Herglic dropped quickly into a Teräs Käsi pose, sweeping the legs of the first man, and pushing him back while he was still in the air with the same foot. Ghorua felt bone crunch under his boot as the man flew backwards, winging two of his buddies on the way down. The next man, off-kilter by his flying friend, couldn't do much when the hilt of Ghorua's blade punched into his forehead, snapping his neck under his protective armor.

Ghorua kept charging with the body and, using it like a shield, rammed the other off the side, dooming them both to their grisly demises.

A police officer tried to rush around the Shark and push him down, finding that it was much harder than she'd anticipated. The "Big Shock" system in his armor activated, and Ghorua watched as the woman lit up with electricity, incapacitating her instantly. It was then he rolled away from the window, not willing to risk a strong sniper blast. His armor could probably take it, but he didn't want to test that today.

- [member="Darth Maliphant"] - [member="Atlas Kane"] -

 

[Koda Fett]

OUTER RIM COALITION TERRITORY​

PERGITOR SHADOWPORT​

HIGHRISE CASINO​

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Bordom. It was the mind-killer, even for men such as Fett; a breed that was as cruel as they were patient, and even this gnawed away at this sanity. The monotonous waiting, disengaged from whatever conversation that partook behind him, within ear-shot but entirely zoned out. It wasn't anything he cared for, but the information that displayed itself across his heads-up-display forced the quirk of a brow, and the sealing of a suit. That gas hadn't the slightest of effect on man encased in Mandalorian Armour. Then came the movement blips, encroaching upon his position with rapid tenacity. They were to be here soon, no doubt.

Fett's gaze shifted from the doors ahead of him, and the scanners on his HUD with intensity. Yet his gaze never wandered from the doors for too long. In an instant they had been struck, burst open to reveal the figure of several members of the local enforcement agency. It certainly seemed as if Koda was retreating, ducking his form back behind the cover as they advanced after him with careful precision. Passing through a narrow corridor, much to Fett's sadistic enjoyment. As they were in the process, his finger pressed down upon a button on his gauntlet, activating the laser-wires that exterminated them, searing holes impacting their body, slicing parts as they collided with the floor.

It always proved beneficial to come prepared. Yet, more were bound to come. His Carbine was readied, itching for more.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] - [member="Thraxis"] - [member="Atlas Kane"] - [member="Darth Maliphant"]

 

[Darth Empyrean]

The Outer Rim Coalition
Pergitor Shadowport

Interacting With │ @Ghorua the Shark, @Koda Fett, @Shaun Irons, [member="Cadmon Geller"], [member="Thraxis"]

Squint watched with belated enthusiasm as the group of men fell from the window; not something many would survive considering the conditions. He watched as his fellow officers moved with, fear in their hearts and hope in their movements. It wasn’t likely the group would live, but he supposed it was worth the effort if it meant something to those looking to save them;

He however, lit up a cigarette and sighed. From his pocket, he pulled out a small encrypted holophone and typed with an idle fancy to Ghorua;

“Its time to go.”

As the messaged went through, he moved to pick up the radio once more. Ghorua and his team knew the plan, they’d begin to run an escape route and trail the police with them, creating a swath of blood in their wake.

“Tighten the noose. We can’t afford to let them escape.”, he said with a falsified hope.

In truth, he didn’t care. Whether they died or not didn’t matter to him. He just hoped he wasn’t shot.

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: PERGITOR SHADOWPORT, ORC TERRITORY
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO
OBJ: HOSTAGE CRISIS

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THE HIGHRISE CASINO​

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The Shark grimaced as more came up to replace their literally fallen comrades, taking up more defensive positions, trying to escape the same fate as the others. They released a barrage of blaster bolts between them, aiming to take down anyone they could see, checking their aim to avoid the hostage.

Not willing to take more damage than he needed to, Ghorua's fingers fell to his waist, and he pressed a button. A shimmering dome of blue light encased a small radius around him, the red splashes of lights warming his face as bolts bounced away. The shield wouldn't last forever, but it would give the Hunter time to think.

Then, Ghorua got the message from Squint. The frown turned to a relieved grin; the worst was over. Hopefully.

Ghorua disengaged his shield. He palmed a couple thermal detonators, and lobbed them to the sides of the window. Ghorua used his sword to parry a blast, his arm to shield himself from another, and backed up, towards the elevator shaft.

Then, with a two-fingered salute, betraying no fear, he fell back into it, just as the thermal detonators by the window exploded.

One second. Two seconds. Three...

Activate.

Ghorua's rocket pack activated, and he shot sideways, through the door of a different floor. He barely felt the impact, as his field generator took the brunt of the hit, and his heavy armor took the rest. He tucked and rolled all the same, coming up in an abandoned club floor, the broken elevator doors falling behind him. Ghorua took a moment to think, his dark calculating eyes measuring probabilities and risk.

He was about to do something very dangerous. And hopefully, rather cool.

- [member="Darth Maliphant"] - [member="Atlas Kane"] - [member="Koda Fett"] - [member="Thraxis"] -

 

[Thraxis]

Objective: Serve as Distraction
Loadout:

Spoiler

Chasis: Thraxis Armour Helmet: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak: Phantasm Cloak Greave: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron: Thraxis Armour Foot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: None
Rifle: DEMP Sidearm: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand: Vambrace

They lapped at the shoreline of the tower, like crabs scuttering form the bounding waves. ​

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Thraxis body left hidden in the shuddering mist as it rolled over, coating him in a noxious breeze. Two more men moved forward, his body rolled around like a serpent, feet snapping at their legs as they tripped and fell backwards, more falling into a cacophony of screams and fear. He watched as a Ghorua ignited into a sphere of blue, bullets left no more than brazen brushes along streams of fragmenting blue. The other two he missed, hearing nothing more than the screams and twists of seared metal.

He was left to watch as Ghorua made short work of the windows behind him, detonation wretching the panes of glass from their homes and debris the following suit, Ghorua gave a salute as Thraxis birthed a wide smile, his everything was nothing short of euphoric joy, even his teeth clawed with anticipation as he pulled himself up, his cloak deactivated. He was hoping he was right, else someone would have to play surfboard. His wrist was ignited in a stream of red, his cloak simmering with translucent lights as it flickered in and out of reality, a dark blade the length of his arm chimed with dark fervour as behind two Red Irises his eyes were alight with a madness that only years of blood-soaked rage could fuel.

His body dropped, his stance a wild dance as he cleaved forward, red-hot cinders cut through soldiers like a meat cleaver through warm butter, fragments of liquid lava dripped and polluted the ground, creating dark holes as his Cruciatus Blade was nothing more than a skin grazer creating harrowing screams that engorged the air as a flicking mass of black popped in and out of reality, moving with the agility of well honed years. Then came the gunfire simmering clots of red filled the air as new soldiers approached, those at a distance armour impacted with brushes of blaster fire, their armour more than resistant to the measly array of gunfire. He couldn't be shocked. This was close quarter surprise use as opposed to long-distance subduing.
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[member="Darth Maliphant"] | [member="Ghorua the Shark"] | [member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Koda Fett]

OUTER RIM COALITION TERRITORY​

PERGITOR SHADOWPORT​

HIGHRISE CASINO​

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It was the innocent that suffered in times of struggle, in times of conflict, and often needless violence. The Mandalorian was no figure of moral purity, but his actions hadn't transcended thought. It was behind the T-Visor that Koda Fett had known of the pain he caused, the suffering he forced others to endure, all for a credit he didn't quite need. It was the harsh reality of the galaxy in which they resided, and it truly was a dog-eat-dog world, in which only the strongest were to survive. It wasn't to say they didn't deserve to live, but simply that they found themselves running out of luck. Be it standing before Ghorua the Shark,or staring into Fett's blaster. Then again, there were few that were ever truly innocent.

Leaving so soon?

The ground had rumbled beneath his feet, the flooring, the glass, the people had been torn around the room with violent and explosive destruction. Ghorua's doing, no doubt. Thraxis was an enigma to Fett, the name was familiar but his doings were not. Unfortunate, truly, for the Bounty Hunter preferred to be in the know, lest he find himself with another barrel aimed at his helmeted head.

Fett's T-Visor cast a glance over the shadowport through the now-destroyed windows, and there was certainly enough resistance to take on a smaller army. But it was cunning that defeated the wisest of warriors, and beyond all the weaponry and armour it was cunning that Fett favoured, that and common-sense. Ghorua was the largest of the targets, and with that came attention (or so he presumed). To lay in wait, to let it all go by, that was his strategy. Slip out when the time came, for it wasn't now.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] - [member="Thraxis"] - [member="Darth Maliphant"]