Damien and Griff dropped beside me, guns in arms. The three of us formed our own separate squad while I saw Raxis and Ben group together with the Echani. They ended up splitting to do their own thing. Meanwhile, me and my boys wanted to keep a cohesive, coordinated assault. We took cover behind the bar table, where the bartender lay dead with a slug in his face... or lack thereof. It always seems like the bartenders get the worst of it in these sorts of things.
I took a moment to gain a vision of the area. We took the place by storm, directly in the middle of the cantina. Tables were flipped and blaster bolts were flying everywhere- it was just like how I met these damn people. Our forces seemed to be concentrated toward the center of the room, and I only noticed one or two casualties so far. We were holding our own, even though we were outnumbered and outgunned. It was a bit surprising, yet also awesome in a way. I turned to Griff at Damien who were right beside me. We were sort of stragglers from the rest of the group, but I noticed the enemy forces quickly began to thin out.
"We need to find the Hutt. Stick together- I'm guessing he's on the lower levels." I said.
"Probably in his own chambers. I'm betting on the next floor down." said Damien as he reloaded his rifle.
"Maybe two..." Griff added.
I nodded and poked my head above the table. If we were going to finish what we just started, we'd have to act fast. Of course I'm still in it for the money, but I'll have a lot of weight lifted off my conscience once I watch that Hutt die. I continued firing at some of the two-bit mercs defending the palace. They were the sleazy, backstabbing, gutter trash types, as always. Just another reason for me to hate this place and any places like it. The Hutts deal with dirty work- no sense of nobility. Just then, I witnessed Raxis hack her way into a Twi'lek's ribcage, which was actually kind of impressive. I took a moment to watch her movement- the way she hacked and slashed her way through dozens of poor souls was...
"Raxis!"
I shot a single blaster bolt at one of the men trying to ambush her from behind. It hit him straight in the jaw, leaving a sizzling, charred gape on the right side of his face. As he turned to look at me, his jaw hung off one side as drool mixed with blood began leaking out of his ruined mouth before the body collapsed to the floor. I looked back at Ellie and gave her a short nod. Then I watched Ben as his swift and piercing movements struck those around him like a flurry of a duelist. The big guy- whose name I still don't know- was also holding his own.
I decided they could handle this floor by themselves, so I needed to find that Hutt as soon as possible. Griff, Damien and I split from the group as we made our way to the stairs through blaster fire. Damien shot down a man climbing up the stairs, only to find that he was unarmed... Griff shot him a look of spite, but I try to ignore petty squabbles like that. I led the three of us, pressing on to the lower levels.
The room below was in a state of panic, but ultimately less armed than the top floor. It wasn't worth dealing with, so we dodged it and moved on. Finally, on the third floor down we saw it. Two giant closed doors leading into the Hutt's chambers. It was heavily guarded- so much so that we wouldn't be able to do it without the help of the others. Surely the fat greaseball just assumed his pathetic guard would stop the attack. He was wrong.
The three of us backed out before we were noticed. We had enough time to help the others, so we trudged back up the stairs.
[member="Eliza Raxis"] | [member="Benedict Rotadaria"] | [member="Macoda Haberon"]
