Till the Day I Die... [Hades's death]

[GH-94 "Hades"]

Hades hated going to Kamino. The rain would make him rust a little and the thought of a never ending storm sounded depressing. He hopped out of his friend's transport, landing with a thud.

Welcome to Tipoca City.


[member="Grudge The Grutt"]

 

[Grudge The Grutt]

Tipoca City, home of Grudge's potential business deal w/ his arranged clients. The storms raged, but shielding the Grutt from the moisture would be his freighter of which found itself landing in one of the ship-ports. Following the personal ship were a small fleet of personal drop-ships sent from the massive ship finding itself just above the planet in orbit. After the ship landed, the hatch would ease open, paving wavy for a small fleet of hulking green-mutants suited in heavy armor to come marching out in line. The line would divide, making way for the small brain-body geneticist that was Grudge, The Grutt. His body was planted into a hover-chair, a transparent dome sealed around him to divert the storm's rain and winds.

The drop-ships would pop-open after he arrived, five more mutants popping out and joining Grudge's collective numbers. "With me, lovelies," He spoke, the mutants surrounded him in a body-guard like manner, protecting every angle of the Grutt whilst he proceeded further into Tipoca City to meet his business partner. It had been made apparent that the Grutt's more underworld business deals and activities had landed him a bounty. He was willing to take the necessary precautions. That more evident now, then ever. Afterall, he had died once to a band of mercenaries and bounty hunters ruining his business deal and with his new rifle-totting creations around him, he wouldn't dare allow history to repeat itself.

[member="GH-94 "Hades"]

 

[GH-94 "Hades"]

1,000,000+ creds on this fat piece of brain's head... heh. It would have looked easy... if there weren't a few freaks surrounding him. They look like experiments gone wrong... Hades hopped to the other side of the roof, getting a clearer picture of the mutated Hutt.


[member="Grudge The Grutt"]

 

[Grudge The Grutt]

Cortosis, the name of the game on this ..particularly rainy day. Meeting outside a warehouse-like facility, a band of traders would find themselves graced with the Grutt's presence, along with his forces cladded in heavy armor that is. Grudge had won an auction for the useful metal after offering the highest build along with a small-fleet of his own creations. A simple win. A leading figure would approach Grudge, "Grudge..is it? Congratulations, you'll have a lot of this stuff on your hands shortly. Think you'll need loading the crates onto your shi-" The speaking figure paused, looking past Grudge and noticing the armor-cladded behemoths standing at 2.4m. "Silly of me. Well ..well..follow me,..sir." He hesitated, nearly gulping in disgust from Grudge's grotesque floating form.

The Grutt would look around himself, the rain still pelted his floating chair as he hovered into the ware-house facility. A few, 4 or 5 mutants would proceed inside to ensure their master's safety. As for the remaining mutants, they positioned themselves outside the warehouse. With this much Cortosis, surely a smuggler, thief or the alike would come to reap his goods from him. For that reason, the large abundance of mutants were armed with blaster rifles and vibro-weaponry, panning for potential threats--from ground, to roofs they searched, reporting findings to one another whether in series of grunts or basic language.

[member=GH-94 "Hades"]