What's The Worst That Could Happen?

[Muad Dib]

The Gatling clicked as it fired it's last round. Dropping it he pulled the revolver and fired the final two explosive rounds and unloaded the right Flechette into the fleeing soldiers. Snapping the cylinder open he leisurely began walking toward one of the Helix men laying bleeding on the ground. Slowly he loaded the pistol with fresh shells.

Looking to where Sol was he nodded down while placing his boot into the massacring of the man upon the ground, grinding into the serrated abdomen and eliciting a cry of pain. The mortally wounded Jeroam moaned while spitting profanities. "Oh .... You two are .... Karking dead .... You can't go anywhere that .... We won't follow .... I will personally .... See to it that you are .... Hunted down and skinned alive ...."

Muad looked at Sol and shrugged as he thinned back the hammer for the primary cylinder and fired an explosive round through Jeroam's skull. Moving toward the other hunter he replaced the spent round and holstered the gun, his hand sliding to his belt and fishing two chips from the pouch.

"Well I had fun today, how about yourself mate?"

The city block burned as the dying cried out for comrades who had fled, never to return. What started as a single hint became a war that decimated a crime Syndicate that spanned the city.

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

"I am wondering what kind of kriffing idiot makes threats to a man holding a gun while his guts are hanging out." Sol says with a snort. Had the man been a random soldier Sol might have been a bit shocked by Muad's actions. However, you don't weep for the stupid, if you did you'd be crying all day. And yeah, threatening Muad in that moment had been stupid and he was also the nerf herder who put out the hit on them. No faster way to end a hit than to kill the person who made it.

Pressing the knuckles of one hand to his jaw he pushes cracking it and his neck. "But yeah, I had fun." He admits as he looks at the carnage around them. He didn't always go with the vigilante justice approach but he tended not to beat himself up over killing people trying to kill him, especially if they were criminals. The revolver he'd taken was still mostly loaded but he ejects the empty flechette rounds and tops her up before holstering it. "I am keeping this." He says patting the revolver. "Payment for that ugly karking shirt you made me wear." Turning he starts heading towards the dumpster where he left the rest of his gear.

He gets about twenty feet down the block pauses and turns. He pulls something from a back pocket and flicks it to Muad. It was a business card with his contact information on it. "Just in case you want to do this again sometime." Sol says and he gives Muad a small but genuine amused grin before vanishing down the street.

[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Muad Dib]

He grinned as he caught the card and looked at it. He really did enjoy himself and Sol was quite the intriguing individual. Especially if you liked the somber, silent type who was a massive grump arse who warmed up and let loose with some horrible one liners and caused an osik load of mayhem.

Pocketing the card he laughed. He liked the Merc and already had an idea of what kinda fun he could employ him with. On Mandalore a Civil War was brewing and large numbers of force using mando'ade had been imprisoned for being different and not choosing to allow themselves to be exiled. Something had to be done and Muad figured, how else to top a firefight in a city then being in the middle of a war zone.

Slowly walking away he began whistling a merry tune.

[member="Sol Damerin"]

(Muad out)