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Post by aardvarklord on Jul 18, 2015 1:01:33 GMT -5
Avris nodded, offering a quick, "Ah, apologies," to the Nikto when he clarified his stance. Between that and his talk of intentionally coming to this place to help people, the mirialan was convinced that it was simply that he was making chatter and was pretty well aware of the realities. He seemed thoroughly world-weary, yet it was odd that someone who spent so much time in such darkness could still maintain such a benevolent outlook towards others--it was what a Jedi (or any reasonable being) would hope for, but he knew better than to expect it. It was kind of heart-warming actually, and while he knew better than to get any real warm-fuzzies about it, he couldn't help but wonder what would have influenced the veteran in such a way.
Meanwhile, Sera was hardly endearing herself to him. He recoiled as she went off on him jabbering on about the ills of attempting to remain neutral in the middle of a warzone, perhaps talking down to him a bit more than she needed to. Because she was more or less confirming what she said, and even Legionbane seemed to acknowledge at least a degree of wisdom in his words... well maybe 'wisdom' was a bit generous. Still, by the time he finished he was pinching the bridge of his nose a little and shaking his head, saying once she'd made it clear she was done lecturing him, "My point was that the 'choice' wasn't a matter of actual choice, it was a matter of who got to you first." Besides 'always a choice' seems a rather cold viewpoint. People like to say that there's 'always a choice,' but when one choice is death or if two of the choices are equally problematic, that's not a choice really... it's just trying to hedge one's bets. Still, he didn't let himself show too much frustration with her and straightened up, saying with a thin, apologetic smile, "Didn't mean to offend you." Still, at least he now knew that his dossier on her personality was holding.
And then, speaking of someone finding them first, turned out that it was the Suns coming for someone named Jos, the Nikto from the looks of things. He heard all parts of the conversation, his eyes locking on the hurt fellow and on the words that escaped. Either this was a trap or this Jos fellow was worth some trouble if they were willing to hold someone hostage just to get him on their side. Either way, it didn't sound good for the man. And then he saw that tell-tale switch into business mode as the man prepared for war... something that Avris knew all too well. Even without his own self-preservation instincts kicking in to tell him to get involved, he knew that it was likely to be the best thing to help the innocents of the station if he protected one of the few people protecting them. Long before the man asked, he knew his answer should it be asked, and he promptly got up from his seat, checking Ringer's energy to make sure he could do this and, when the pistol confirmed it on a tiny display, he looked up and responded coolly as he holstered it, "No contest, I'm in." He was a little surprised that Sera wanted in, but it was a good sign that she wasn't irredeemable. Maybe. She might just be looking after her own skin, then again. Bah, didn't matter--this stupid assignment could take back-seat for the time being. He could worry about it after these people were out alive. Resting his hand on his pistol, he gestured to Jos calmly for him to lead the way.
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Post by KapitanAntarctican on Jul 20, 2015 2:28:43 GMT -5
Cyrad stared at the woman with a bit of disbelief, one second everything was peaceful, the next an entire squad of droids come crawling from the walls as well as with some security guards. This is one of the moments, that Cyrad had to question himself if it was real, it's not every day that armed forces begin crawling in ventilation shafts. His thoughts raced on for a few moments after her initial rundown of his next job for today, a suicide mission into the depths of the lower station which would most likely not be worth anything they are paying him, which the situation now isn't even worth what he is paid. Looking back to Arisa, the captain of the ship currently on the Black Sun controlled docks, he motioned with his head as for her to come over to his position before turning back to the Lyran Security Officer.
"No questions, just be sure to keep my team alive while I'm gone alright? I don't want to come back to find a sight equal to a wombat hunting range." With that the security guard gave off an awkward little nod of acknowledgement as Arisa nudged past Cyrad and rested against the nearby wall. Giving her a small smirk, he turned back to where the other three stood. "If you did not hear, Arisa and I will be heading down for a short mission. Zexit, make sure to keep all of these security droids up and running. Sadov, Kyli don't do anything to terribly stupid while we are gone. Listen to the good officers here and keep Zexit alive would 'ya?"
The three nodded, Kyli pat Zexit on the shoulder and proceeded to say, "We'll keep the Buggie alive, don't get yourself killed down there bossman." Sadov simply gave a gruff nod and Zexit let out a few clacks of acknowledgement before Cyrad turned around back towards the security officers. Pointing down the eastern hallway, the security guard soon raised her rifle to her shoulder and began barking orders to the droids. Arisa let off a sigh and walked to the side of Cyrad, patting her pistols at her sides. "Cyrad, you sure about this job? I...don't mean to question why we're going off into the depths of whatever hell this station holds, but I am questioning it." Cyrad already vaulted the small barricade by the time she finished, sighing he shrugged up his shoulders and waited for her to recollect herself before heading off down the small corridor to the manual access shafts leading up and down the station, which due to the power being taken from the turbolifts, became the main access route from the top, to the bottom of the station. "Well...look at the poor people caught in this, the faster we get down there and retake the generator. The faster the Hutts can take back the station, stopping anymore needless bloodshed, not to mention we'll also be paid faster, and be able to get off this hellhole." Arisa let out a sigh and nodded as they walked down the corridors, the small square entrance to the service shaft was lit with a small red auxiliary-powered light, only a bit bigger than the ventilation shafts, it was cramped and hot due to being next to the turbolifts themselves. The only reason they weren't being used by anyone though, was the top section of the station locked down the shafts and virtually made it impossible to get by without heavy explosives, this though made it relatively safe to use though, the slums laid directly below and the service shaft provided a quick and safe way down, though the only problem is if the exit down below is near one of the Black Sun Fortification Posts, that'd lead to very quick complications. When they arrived they'd have to approach the generator somewhat quietly, alerting the entire Black Sun of their presence would lead to a pre-mature death by firing squad.
Squishing himself inside, his coat drug across the metallic sheets on the walls as Arisa mounted the ladder above him. Slowly making his way down, which seemed like ages, Cyrad, as well as Arisa heard various situations as they crawled by the various exits above the slums, Black Sun scouts and gang fights raged throughout the corridors, Cyrad sighed out as he heard screaming of the victims of crimes and more as he made his way down. It was depressing, even a hellhole like this shouldn't have to go through such chaos, though that was in the 'job' description on living in this area, this happened all over the outer rim, it wasn't a new appearance here, though it still disturbed the Human.
Nearing the exit he sighed out in relief as the station's cold air blasted him from below. Thank the holy stars, it was about time, the last few minutes there was a stretch of no entrances to provide a much needed break from the hot interior, sliding his feet through the square he gripped the ledge above the entrance and slid himself across the flooring to the outside of the shaft, the hallway eerily quiet. Arisa vaulted herself through the shaft's entrance behind Cyrad, helping her up he nodded and unslung his rifle from his shoulder, the clips upon the sling locking the rifle to the coat automatically unsnapping as the pressure plate beneath the rifle butt felt his hand press upon it as he swung it around to his shoulder. Arisa readied her two blaster pistols, nodding off to Cyrad, which he then motioned to the left of the entrance, he still didn't have his bearings and the generator was somewhere in the vicinity of the area, which could quite possibly take an entire day to search for if the power is off. Cyrad looked back at Arisa and sighed, looking at a large entrance leading to a small crossroad-esque zone. Hopefully some sort of station-wide navigational map would lay in the small, rinky dink looking area. As he walked upon it, the eerie silence was broke as a Twi'lek and a Human, wearing what seemed to be makeshift armour sprinted from one of the small doorways, the door launching open, as well as blaster-bolts flying across the scene, one scoring into the Twi'lek's back and one into the Human's skull. Arisa raised her pistols and Cyrad sighed out as he heard voices emanating from the entrance to the small building built into the wall. A small group of rag-tag looking aliens appeared and began whooping in a victorious fashion. Must've been survivo- well, ex-survivors of a gang fight. Cyrad slowly began walking against the wall to the lobby, his rifle trained on the head of the large, bulky Trandoshan that scavenged the remains of the two former survivors.
Cyrad slowly made his way to the corner of the corridor he was just in and slid across the wall away from the gang-members. Arisa doing the same, keeping a cautious eye upon the members before the man nearby the Trandoshan nudged him and pointed in his direction, a low growl rumbling from his throat as the other members trained eyes upon him and Arisa. Cyrad sighed and raised his rifle up, a deadly silence spreading across the room. He trained it precisely on the Trandoshan and he hoped that nothing would come of this, then the Weequay, the last of the three members of the gang raised his small hold-out blaster.
Well...so much for being quiet...
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Post by Zelus on Jul 21, 2015 15:41:58 GMT -5
The Bloody Gutta Lyran Station Jos gave them both a nod as they agreed to join in his mini-crusade. The three of them would ride out to the wolves and hopefully get Gido back alive. Jos too hoped they wouldn’t all just die in the process either. The odds weren’t exactly in their favour, but then that had never stopped Jos before. In fact, he often charged into battles against his favour in his youth. He had more to lose now than he ever did back then, but Gido was like a son to him. A human son, but a son nonetheless. Jos was going to make them realise what a mistake it was to take the boy from him. He could’ve been tempted to aid the pirates had they have shown him and the people he lived with courtesy, but they didn’t. Instead they took a defenceless kid off the streets. “Na, get your gun, any of these bums get rowdy whilst I’m gone, shoot ‘em.” Jos told looking across the crowd. “If I’m not back soon, go home, grab a weapon, the Black Suns will come through here. You might as well fight, if you don’t, you’ll have nothing left.” He spoke clearly in a gruff warning tone. He then turned back to his hired mercs. “Remind me, when we get back-if we get back and once the suns are gone, we’re drinking this place dry.” Still with a serious tone it was clear that he wasn’t joking. Jos had a clear plan to come home immediately after the battle and drink the memories away. Some of his people would be more than likely serving with the pirates. It brought back memories of the ‘good old days’, where he killed many other Nikto. He remembered being almost pleased once Nasrii turned up with his droid army. At least they weren’t using as many Nikto. As he began to walk out of the Bloody Gutta, he looked up at the high ceiling. He wondered just what was the security forces doing up there. Did they have any clue what was going on below? Did they even care? They probably didn’t. They probably didn’t care at all. So they would have to fight. They’d make their way to the Black Sun area of the station, beating away gang members as they charged them. It’d be hell to even get there, let alone getting inside the pirate base. The Black Suns had occupied a market building when they arrived on the station, almost as soon as people arrived. Soon enough they were entrenched in the market place and while they kept a low profile, everyone knew they were there. They were a small gang at first, led by a villain named Jakorr. Jos had heard some tales about the guy, and only knew him by name. It would seem he knew about Jos too. Clearly someone knew about his history and done their research to some degree. What exactly did they want from him anyway? To become one of their soldiers? Or just to join in with the riots? Eventually the trio managed to worm their way out of the cantina and into the street outside, Jos turned to his guards. “You know the drill boys. Me and these guys are going to go kick some Suns in the teeth.” The two guards almost looked insulted, but Jos gave them a sharp look. “I trust you two with my place, my home the least you can do is stand there looking fierce… even you Siero,” Jos joked, looking over at the small Rodian. The Duros, Loran gave a smug chuckle leaning back against the wall. Jos then continued walking into the streets. By now vehicles, containers and other such things had been placed in the street near the Cantina, giving the neighbourhood something of a makeshift wall. Nestled in some of the windows, people with rifles sat ready to pick off any of the gangs that decided to get too close to the wall. If one really looked, it became clear that they were using poor weapons, if any of the gangs put up a real assault on the ‘wall’ they’d fall quickly. Several heads popped up as people noticed Jos with a rifle in his hands, followed by his mercenary companions. “Well guys… it’s now or never. I trust you know how to fight so I won’t patronise you. Just follow me, and don’t get yourself killed. One of you goes down, we all go down. Protect each other’s asses and we’ll be fine.” Legionbane told, eyeing both of them, before walking to the gap in between the wall, and once through it, continued on into gang territory ----- Turbolift Lobby Mid-Rim Section
The Security officer had given Cyrad an “of course” in response to his request for her to keep them alive. She had orders to at least attempt to, seen as though they had proven themselves worthy in the eyes of Jaina. It was more than any mercenary hired by the Hutts usually got, especially in recent years. Once Cyrad had finished talking with her, she walked off to bolster the defences and get the rabble in order. Before too long, the capable, albeit awkward security officer whipped the security forces into shape and got them properly positioned. The security team spoke quietly with each other, whilst the droids just stood on idle, waiting for something to happen. No sooner had Cyrad bolted over the barricades, their liason security officer stepped aside. She then pulled out a communicator from her belt and informed Jaina of their departure. Once her orders were affirmed, the security officer took a moment to look at the turbolift they were protecting. “Get ready to blow this; if we need to retreat, it’s through the vent shaft. ----- The Slums Lyran Station Whilst their trip hadn’t been without dangers, as Jos, Sera and Avris half jogged their way through the station, it became clear that the gangs were either avoiding them or ignoring them altogether. Those that were looting just kept on looting, whilst those that were looking for a fight quickly changed directions when they saw Jos flanked by two armed mercs. As they passed the wreckage of a home, Jos slowed a bit, noticing looters inside. He gave an angry growl. “Gido’s place… Picking at the corpse of someone still alive… Can’t deal with them now, though if they’re still here by the time we get back…” Jos knew they wouldn’t be. Looters didn’t stick around in places with little loot. He didn’t pay Gido enough for him to have anything really valuable. That was unless Gido was dealing spice or something for some two-bit gangster. It wouldn’t surprise him people were desperate, kids especially so. Still, he’d be disappointed with the guy if that was the case. Not like any evidence of it would be left behind anyhow. Angered by the sight, Jos moved on, but a lot quicker this time. Had the mercenaries not have had quick reflexes; Jos surely would’ve lost them as he turned two corners in quick succession. It was at that moment Jos practically stumbled into a standoff between a bunch of looters and two… mercenaries? Jos eyed them immediately thinking ‘exactly how many of these guys are on this station, before raising his gun quickly before the looters had a chance to react. Jos growled. “Get out of my way, scumbags, I’ve got a meeting with the Suns and I’ve had enough of you guys pillaging the place. Give me an excuse to blow you away.” |
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Post by Jackie on Jul 23, 2015 22:43:26 GMT -5
Sera stood quietly to the side as Jos addressed his Twi'lek assistant, telling her to shoot anyone that thought about causing trouble, quite the endearing fellow he was... Then again the human couldn't rightly blame him for taking drastic measures in a continually deteriorating situation. When the Nikto turned to her and the Mirialan, talking of drinking the place dry if they survived this little excursion, Sera couldn't help but grin. "Long as you don't charge me for it." The human would retort as she made to follow him out of the cantina. After stepping out of the building, Sera would unsling her carbine from her shoulder and quickly check it's power pack whilst Jos spoke to his guards. Really she'd kind of hoped he was going to bring one or two other guys, then again she couldn't rightly blame him for sticking with just the two of them because his little force was spread rather thin as it was. Moving quickly, the human would follow Jos along towards the makeshift wall, once past it, Sera's head would be on a swivel, constantly eyeballing any buildings they passed. She was fairly confident they could handle a firefight on even ground, but things could get bad if they were ambushed from above. Sera was hoping she could get through this little adventure without being forced to use any of her abilities or draw her saber, but she would be ready to do both just in case a blaster and fancy footwork couldn't get the job done. The Nikto reminding them to watch each others backsides made a frown form on the human's face. While she was inclined to believe the Nikto knew what he was doing, Sera had no idea how this Mirialan would fair in a fight, hell, she didn't even know his name, fortunately she could find that information out simply enough. "So what's your name? I figure if we might die then we may as well know who we're dying with. I'm Sera." She would of course withhold her last name, the less anyone in Hutt space knew about her, the better in her opinion.
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The further they traveled through the station, the more uneasy Sera became. At first she believed they were just getting lucky as far as encounters went, which was to say they'd not been fired upon once yet. For obvious reasons she was quite pleased by this, but it quickly became apparent that it wasn't luck that was the cause for this, the gangs seemed to be actively avoiding them, even though the group of three could have easily been outgunned and overran. If some unsavory people saw them coming, they'd either get out of the way or stay put if they were already clear, not even daring to raise their weapons on the bunch. It was downright unnerving really, and gave Sera a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Even if the three of them looked pretty intimidating, their had to be at least one gangster on this station dumb enough to take a shot at them. After awhile, they'd eventually come to a stop outside of what was revealed to be Gido's residence. The way the Nikto spoke of the looters, Sera was almost positive Jos would go in and blast the vermin, but instead the old soldier seemed to just let it go for the time being, clearly more concerned with finding the place's owner, preferably still breathing. When the Nikto took off at a faster pace all of a sudden, Sera jogged a bit to catch up, and would stay close at his side as he rounded several corners. The human would come to a screeching halt when they rounded a corner right into a confrontation however, instantly bringing up her EE-3 and aiming it at the mercenaries (or at least they looked more like mercenaries than looters to her) while Jos leveled his slugthrower on the looters. Sera remained silent, content to let Jos do the talking.
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Post by aardvarklord on Jul 26, 2015 14:57:33 GMT -5
Avris too knew to keep his mouth shut while Jos addressed his people, though unlike Sera he didn't have much in the way of opinions on the matter--mostly because he didn't even register the orders as out of the ordinary. Heck, he'd been to places where that was a standing order, not just an emergency one. The talk of drinking the place dry didn't actually appeal to him, but a celebration would be warranted nonetheless, and he had no intent of quashing the spirit of that sentiment, responding to the human's comment happily, "Or at least at a discount." As they headed out, Avris was a little intrigued that Jos wasn't bringing anyone else--he understood that it was because he needed people present to protect the bar, and by extension those using it for shelter, but he found it interesting that Jos would think that. It spoke well of his moral compass, an impressive thing indeed for someone who had been in such a gruesome war. As they started moving, he began lightly checking that Ringer was working properly, that its power pack was charged and that nothing was obstructing the barrel. He had his saber, so if push came to shave came to a poke in the snout he could whip that out, but he would very much prefer to not bring down that kind of attention on himself, Jos, and Sera. Heck, he didn't even know how Sera would react to seeing a Jedi--though best case scenario was that it would put her on guard he wagered. However, that was a lesser concern upon seeing just how questionably defended this area was. Oh, minor pushes would easily be kept under control, and so long as the gangs and the two big powers had no reason to think anything valuable was around they'd probably be fine, but it was still a concern.
Well, not their concern right now. He had a job from Jos, and he intended to follow through on it. The mention of watching each other got a quick, confirming "Aye aye," out of him, knowing full well the truth in the man's words. Actually, Jos was probably safer than he realized--he had a Jedi and a former Jedi watching his ass. He was probably one of the safest people on the station. Then again, no sense getting overconfident. Sera's query of his name--or rather the back-handed manner she said it in--made him smirk a little, and turned to her responding, "Name's Avris." Truthfully, he was almost uncertain on whether or not he should give her any of his real name and go for an alias for fear of being recognized, but at this point if they were going to be going into the teeth of the beast she probably deserved that chance. Still, realizing he was back in Hutt Space gave him an alarming thought, which he said entirely to himself, though if they were sharp-eared they might have heard it, "Hrmm... I wonder if my master's bounty on me still stands."
The station was a travesty to gaze on. Looters were something he had always heard about, but never actually seen in action. He knew that they were as inevitable as rivers reaching the seas in situations such as these, so he wasn't shocked to see them, but it was such an aberration. While they hadn't been fired on initially, Avris remained on edge, Ringer constantly pointed up and away and his head on a swivel. Occasionally he jumped at a sound, not in a startled manner, but rather as if tensing to begin combat. It was gratifying that most people were smart enough to realize not to mess with their little trio--he wasn't certain much of that was down to Jos's reputation, but at this point any reason was fine. The sight of Gido's residence was sickening, as was the rest of the looting, and while Avris definitely wanted to stop them, he knew they had a more important job and was concerned the Nikto would start up a firefight. Thankfully, he was wiser than that, and so they pressed onward. While Jos' quicker pace was a little problematic, he was quick to catch up, and he understood the reasoning why. Still, he was about to open his mouth to caution against moving too quickly in case they came around the corner into a bad situation...
When they came around the corner and stumbled into a bad situation. The second he saw the group Avris had Ringer up and pointed at the looters, seeing as how Sera had the mercenaries... and there were more looters. Jos was the one to do the talking as far as he was concerned, he had the voice here. However, something Avris started looking for was anything large up high like a screen or an air conditioning that he could bring down with blaster fire or the Force (under the guise of it just falling apart) to distract their potential opponents... in case of things going crazy. However, most of his attention was on the people, watching them for any sign that they were going to shoot.
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Post by KapitanAntarctican on Jul 28, 2015 3:20:17 GMT -5
"...Give me an excuse to blow you away." These words rang out across Cyrad's mind, immediately turning his attention from the three gangers to the three newcomers. A very deadly looking Nikto , another greenie (Miri) and a Human, just grand, anymore newcomers? Pushing his thoughts from his mind quickly to regain focus, he trained his rifle near the Nikto and sighed out as Arisa compensated for the newcomers arrival, placing one blaster upon the Trandoshan and one upon the female next to the Nikto.
With the situation growing from a two party stand-off to a 'Corellian Stand Off" in almost three minutes, Cyrad spoke out to the Nikto's words. "I can't really give you an excuse kind sir, but I can tell you we both have a common enemy and these poor sods stand in the way of both of us. If you want to shoot anyone, aim for the very large green lizard to my direct front." Cyrad turned his rifle quickly from the Nikto towards the Trandoshan again, the Weequay shaking his hold-out blaster nervously as the offer to the grizzled Nikto stood out in silence. The Trandoshan soon hissed out in response to Cyrad's quite insulting offer, "Lisssard? Fleshbag, you certainly wish for Me and my crew to rip you limb from limb. If you would jussst move along, no problem could come of thisss and I could ss-simply dispose of this filth from existence." Arisa gave off a small, annoyed snort after the Trandoshan's hiss filled the air in response, training now both of her blaster pistols upon the large reptilian. Cyrad smirked and slowly pressured his trigger, waiting for any sort of movement. Darting his eyes back and forth from the newcomers to the gang members, from the possibility to be shot by angry gang members to being shot by a very pissy Nikto, it didn't look to good for him.
Taking another breath he lowered his rifle and pointed off in the direction he was heading, taking a small chance of getting shot right then and there. "If you truly have a meeting with the Suns, then we have the same...or close to the same intentions. My partner and I can't do much as a pair and the three of you, with those blasters alone won't do much good whatever you're doing. Together we'll be able to survive a lot easier than apart." Shouldering his rifle again, he motioned for Arisa to move towards the corridor to the direct right of the pair as Cyrad made his way to the small station navigational map on the side of the wall, near to the other end of the room. "My offer stands with that, plus I wouldn't mind some company besides Arisa, she can be quite boring after a while." Arisa then let out a growl and Cyrad turned back making a small smirk before turning back to the two parties aiming straight for their bodies with weapons that could very well end their lives.
The Trandoshan soon barked out an order towards his two henchmen to watch the new-coming party as he glared down at Cyrad, his own pistol raised and trained quite precisely onto his chest. Cyrad nodded a bit shakily at the large, green reptilian before glancing towards the newcomers. Please, please decide to shoot those bastards. I'd rather not be lost in the abyss of hell this station is...well, I did sign up for this I suppose, damn me and my inability to choose reasonable and non-suicidal jobs...
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Post by Zelus on Jul 29, 2015 8:26:54 GMT -5
Soon enough the three parties were pointing their guns at each other, and everything seemed to slow down. The party of three had stopped progressing towards the Black Suns; Jos knew the Black Suns weren’t to be kept waiting. They might wait for so long, but eventually they’d just shoot the poor kid. Jos growled a bit at their stand-off getting quite agitated the longer he remained still. He gave a look to his companions, as if to tell them to get ready to move at a moment’s notice. He wasn’t about to do something stupid, but he was in a rush. Having already played the fool, Jos didn’t exactly want to do it again.
A distant explosion shook the slums just slightly causing Jos to turn a bit to listen. The rioting was getting worse; it was almost time to end it by any means. Would that mean assisting the Hutts in some way?
Within three minutes of the standoff starting, the mercenary looking guy spoke up to him. Raising his bony eyebrow he listened to the man. It seemed they had somewhere to be too, though where it was, Jos didn’t know. He doubted they worked for the Black Suns, surely it meant they were working for the Hutts, or perhaps they were just caught up in the action like his companions. Jos hadn’t met too many Trandoshans before but their reputation for being slavers more than ticked him off. Growling a bit, he wished the looters had just been scared off by his presence, but it looked like they were after the mercenaries. Jos twitched just slightly, adjusting his grip on his rifle. Clearly both of the two mercenaries had trained their guns of the Trandoshan, rather than Jos and his group and it became clear what they wanted to happen.
Then the loud mouthed human male spoke up again, in regards to his meeting with the suns and offered an alliance. It was true, the more guns they had the more chance they had of surviving an assault on the Suns base in the slums. Jos then looked between the mercenaries and the looters, before settling his eyes back down on Cyrad. Making sure that eye contact was made; Jos gave a very discrete nod. Making sure that one of his hands was clearly visible, he looked down at his hand, sticking three fingers up. Once he was aware that Cyrad could see it, he gave another nod.
“Sera… Avris, do what I do.” He muttered making sure to keep low enough as to not alert the looters of the plan. He breathed out a bit, puffing up his cheeks and vibrating them. “I’ve got a meeting, and you’re in my way, and I never ‘just move along’” Using his extended fingers he counted down from three.
On the count of one, Jos quickly turned, raised his rifle and fired a volley from his slug thrower towards the Trandoshan’s chest, taking advantage of the reptile’s distraction towards Cyrad. Like an automatic gear, Jos rotated his body to target at a second of the looters, moving quicker than one would expect of someone of his ‘advanced years’. Soon enough the looters would be caught in a crossfire, and would be dealt with quickly. At least that was Jos’s thinking, then he could drag the two Mercs to the Sun base, rescue Gido, take him back to the Bloody Gutta and figure out what their next move was. Of course, nothing was ever that simple. Nothing ever was. The sun’s also wanted him there, why exactly? Maybe they wanted him to recruit what people he had in the cantina? Or maybe they wanted something else… Whatever it was, it wasn’t good.
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Post by Jackie on Jul 31, 2015 9:54:10 GMT -5
Quite the situation they were all in here, a 'Corellian' stand-off was the proper terminology she believed, and Sera was a bit concerned if they could get out of it without getting shot up. Her eyes would briefly leave the mercs to meet Jos's when he glanced her way, no doubt she understood and was prepared to do what was necessary. An explosion some distance away would make Sera glance over her shoulder momentarily, her gaze promptly turning back to the mercenaries, having never stopped pointing her weapon at them. Next thing she knew however, the merc guy started talking, specifically to Jos since he was clearly in charge of their little band. While what he had to say sounded all fine and dandy, it put Sera off a bit. The man just seemed awfully...'weasely' to her for lack of a better term. Sure he could convince them to fire on the looters instead, but then that would just open them up to attack from the other mercenaries. Still, the man would keep going on about how they had similar goals and could help each other out, she wanted to scoff at the way he downplayed the three's combat potency, but of course none of them knew she was an ex-Jedi either. Still, she was well aware that while that could give her an edge in a fight, it didn't make her invincible, and five guns was better than three. She was on Jos's payroll now however, so in the end it was his decision.
Seemed what they had to say pleased Jos is some fashion or other, for next thing she knew he was telling her an the Mirialan to 'do what I do'. As the Nikto began his countdown, Sera's grip on her EE-3 would tighten, though she'd keep it trained on the mercs for appearance sake. The second Jos's little countdown hit one however, Sera would immediately shift her carbine off the mercs and onto the looters, taking one of the Trandoshan's lackies in her sights and firing several times at him. Two of her shots struck the looter in the chest, a third hit him in the gut, and who knows how many hits anyone else got on him before he went down. Before Sera could acquire another target however, it was over, all three looters lay dead before them. As silence again fell upon the five, Sera would lower her carbine. If only all our gunfights could go this smoothly... The human thought to herself as her gaze again shifted back to the two mercs, Sera propping her weapon against her shoulder and waiting patiently as Jos and the man would likely want to converse once more before they got moving again.
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Post by aardvarklord on Aug 1, 2015 6:22:32 GMT -5
Avris' gaze was constantly shifting as he tried to watch the members of both parties in this little stand-off they caught themselves in. While he didn't bother shifting his gaze away from the threats, he did catch the thought that Jos and Sera seemed to have about doing what was needed... though that was more because he was thinking the same way rather than through the Force. When the explosion rocked the ship, he didn't move much, though his gaze definitely shifted to the station's interior looking for any signs of something coming loose. This place wasn't made for this kind of internal strife... hopefully it would hold together for the time being. He didn't bother considering too much about the cause of the explosions; he knew what it was and that there wasn't much he could do at the moment. Besides, he had bigger fish to fry. When the apparent leader of the two mercs spoke up, his eyes flicked over to him thoughtfully, trying to piece together whether or not he was being straight with them. He certainly was a bit of a scoundrel, judging by the way he insulted his companion, but then again it wasn't like he was any different from the others around here.
Besides, the fellow was offering cooperation, and while Avris was a bit concerned about the human shooting them while they were busy dealing with the others, it wasn't worth the risk to try and make a pre-emptive strike. He was definitely a shifty and manipulative sort, but that was what people did to stay alive out here. And... well... he was offering safety in numbers. Jedi or no, he'd prefer to have some back-up. Apparently Jos' mind was of a similar one to his here, as the old Nikto simply told them to mimic his actions.
When the counter hit one, Avris peppered the grunt he'd been aiming at before, though perhaps not quite as thoroughly as Sera was roasting hers. Ringer's bark was sharp and high-pitched, not unlike the sound of Imperial starship cannons, and like those it produced a sharp green bolt. The first of his bolts struck the man in the gut, the second in the sternum. As the man began to stumble, he turned his attention to the trandoshan and, unconvinced that one shot from a slugthrower would drop him, gave him a double-tap in the torso as well while Jos traded targets with him. Once the three dropped, the mirialan let his blaster's barrel tilt up 'at rest,' and while he turned his attention towards the other two, he kept the gun pointing down the hall. He tried not to pay attention to the dead men before him; a shame it came to that, but it was as inevitable as the rivers reaching the sea at this point. His only hope was that the trandoshan was actually the sort who would be a slaver, so that his conscience wouldn't be too troubled. Now... it was the mercenaries' move.
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Post by KapitanAntarctican on Aug 5, 2015 19:14:14 GMT -5
When the Nikto's count reached its end, a hell-storm of ionized slugs and bolts of energy rang throughout the room, from the three newcomers, came precise strikes throughout the Looter Gang's members, from the Gangers themselves came sporadic bolts of desperation, in a last ditch attempt to survive they fired off in whatever direction they could pull the trigger at. Though this worked to no avail for the poor sods in the line of fire of the makeshift firing line. Cyrad's Almanian Cycler Rifle let out a powerful musket-esque ring to it's shot, as well as a sharp laser ring as it slammed into the Trandoshan's thigh who was already falling due to the shot to the chest from the now temporarily allied Nikto. Cyrad's companion Arisa fired off in two bursts, seemingly underwhelming compared to the Human Newcomer's absolute onslaught she unleashed, which surprised even Cyrad as the poor sod fell to his doom in a blaze of cauterized clothing and burnt flesh.
The random fire landed across the small crossways, leaving scorched marks of partially melted durasteel across the station's innards and upon Cyrad's chest. The Weequay Ganger fired off a single shot before the initial death bath, which landed straight upon the cocky man's lower rib cage, pushing him backwards with the force of a what seemed to be if someone threw a rock straight into his lungs. Stars be damned!. Falling back in a quite ungraceful fashion, the mercenary's ears rang as the sound of the roaring blaster fire faded away as fleshy thuds soon replaced them, the three Gangers falling to what seemed to be, their untimely demise.
Pushing himself up from the ground, Cyrad observed his newly acquired trim to his chest, a large hole was now burnt into the synthleather, revealing a rust orange coloured durasteel plate underneath. This flared up Cyrad's emotions, to which he vented said emotions, by marching up to the Weequay which ruined his just repaired coat yet again and giving his dead skull a swift quick before turning back to the newcoming party and giving off a smirk that just exclaimed the smug in smuggler. "Well, that went quite well yes? Our new...er...'Partnership' seems to be quite worth it, we have common goals and I honestly don't want to die right now, seems undignified." With that he slung his rifle over his shoulder, the sling's clips latching onto his coat's back, allowing the rifle to rest hands free behind his shoulder. Turning to walk back to his companion, his steps were full of swagger as his boots clacked against the station's floor. Stopping he clapped his hands together as he spoke out for the final time out of this situation. "Now, if we are done here, I suggest we get a move on, we don't want any Sunnies hopping on our blaster trail right?"
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Post by Zelus on Aug 7, 2015 6:59:46 GMT -5
Before Jos had time to take it all in, the looters were dealt with. Jos, Sera and Avris had definitely benefited from two extra guns. It almost made him regret not bringing his guards. Jos eyed Cyrad and gave him a nod. “Should’a just walked away.” Jos growled, stomping over the corpses of looters. He looked down for a second. “Let’s take five; I wanna question these new guys. Sera, Avris, check them over for me would you? Take their weapons if ya like, I aint got a use for them and we shouldn’t really leave them for the other looters to take.” He suggested pointing down at the corpses. From the looks of it, their pockets were packed with loot. Jos wasn’t exactly prepared to leave the stuff behind whatever it was, especially if it was going to help them in some way. It was a bit hypocritical of him, but whatever the looters had taken was likely to never find its way back to their owners. Chances are the owners were dead anyway.
As Cyrad began talking to him about their ‘alliance’, Jos watched him, giving him a snort. “All death is undignified.” Jos grumpily responded, looking the two new mercenaries over. “We do have common goals, true. Though I do believe you serve another master and I’d guess that’d be the Hutt.” Jos knew of the Hutt who was in charge of the station. Quaffir hadn’t shown up much on the station, usually preferring to stay down in his palace on the planet below. Still, Jos knew of him. A lowly Hutt in the grand scheme of things, but had been given an opportunity many thought would be worthwhile. People said that Lyran was going to have an economic boom after becoming the new mouth into Hutt Space. Still, Quaffir had seemingly been lacking when it came to actual leadership. The station was undermanned, lightly equipped and practically ignored for the most part. Since his arrival, Jos couldn’t think of a time when Quaffir actually spent time on the station.
“The ‘Sunnies’ are most likely waiting for me at their base. It’s not too far away, but they’re not coming to chase us- Unless you know something I don’t?” Jos spoke, approaching Cyrad. Jos glanced over at Arisa, before looking back at Cryad. “They have one of my employees, a kid. I’m going to go kick down their door and get that kid back. Since I doubt the Hutts are too bothered by a lowly bartender, I assume they want something else. You help me rescue the kid; we’ll help you do whatever it is they sent you down here to do.” It was a win-win situation, where both groups were likely to survive. Jos hoped so anyway.
After he was done speaking he turned to Sera and Avris. “Find anything to explain this mess?” He asked. Had Sera and Avris gone into the pockets of the looters, they’d have pulled out several hundred credit slips, more than would be expected this far down. It could’ve been presumed that either they had gotten their money from looting a business or from another source. Spice and combat stims too would’ve been found. Those that knew their spice and stimulants would’ve easily realised that the value of said objects matched the credits in value, suspiciously so. The combat stimulants were obviously black market too, and quite harmful in prolonged usage. Needless to say these were things not normally in the hands of average citizens (even in a slum like this), and definitely not in such quantity.
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Post by Jackie on Aug 8, 2015 21:58:40 GMT -5
Sera would join Jos over the fresh corpses of the looters, nudging one with her foot to ensure he had indeed expired, but after an onslaught like that, even a miracle likely wouldn't have allowed any of them to survive the barrage. The human would look Jos's way as he told them to take five and asked both Arvis and her if they'd check the bodies. Sera hadn't been expecting to find much, so one could imagine her surprise when she started pulling a healthy sum of credits from one of the looter's pockets, more than one would think someone like this could get their hands on, even after hours of 'work'. She knew nothing about the spice, but Sera had worked with enough people that used combat stims over the years to know that the ones here were of particularly high quality, military-grade stuff even. All of it would go into her pockets, normally Sera didn't like dealing with spice or stims but credits were credits and the drugs would prove a nice little supplement to her income.
The looter's sidearm was junk but one of the guards back at Jos's cantina might have been able to make use of the weapon, so Sera would stow it securely on her belt. The man's primary weapon, a Tof Soren hunting rifle, seemed to be in much better condition, or good enough to warrant keeping the weapon and stripping the looter of all the ammunition he'd been carrying for it anyways. Plain solid slugs, none of that fancy acid filled stuff, regardless, the high-powered weapon was quite potent regardless of it's archaic design and light enough that it wouldn't burden Sera to much, plus it was another weapon that could find it's way into the hands of one of Jos's men when and if this little excursion to meet with the Black Suns and rescue the Nikto's worker worked out. If Arvis was still checking his first body, Sera would move on to scavenge the remaining corpse, if he'd gotten to it before her however, she'd leave him be.
While all this had been going on, Sera had went ahead and listened in on Jos's conversation with the merc leader. The Nikto's quip of all death being undignified would get a smirk from the woman. "I dunno about that, I'll be pretty content if I live long enough to become an old woman and die peacefully in my sleep." Besides this little comment, Sera would remain quiet as Jos conversed with the man. It was interesting to hear the Nikto work out a deal with the man, a 'scratch our back and we'll scratch yours' type of thing. Sera was a little leery of getting involved with this stranger's problems, but Jos was her current employer so what he said went in this scenario, you didn't last long in the mercenary business by being unreliable, even if the going got tough and there was a real chance you could bite it. When the veteran Nikto eventually turned his attention back to her and the Mirialan, Sera would promptly stand and brush any dirt from her legs before replying. "Well, two of the three principle things people kill for are here, money and drugs. Awful lot of credits on these guys, more than I'd think you could scavenge from a neighborhood like this in such a short amount of time, of course they could've hit a business or two I suppose but you'd think places like that would have better security. Don't know anything about the spice, but these stims are of high quality, not the kind of stuff you can get in a back alley. Normally you only see stuff like this in the hands of major military factions and mercenary companies. Could be the Suns are handing them out." If Arvis had anything to add, whether it be observations of his own or perhaps some more detailed information on the spice if he knew anything about it, Sera would remain quiet and allow him to say his piece.
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Post by aardvarklord on Aug 10, 2015 18:07:34 GMT -5
Avris' gaze turned towards the man who had been trying to recruit them when he got hit, slightly alarmed by his injury, "Kriff! Are you--" but when he started to get back up the mirialan realized that there was some armor on him and let it go, "Nevermind." Giving the fellow a nod as he holstered his pistol, he then headed over to the looters, already thinking about checking their possessions, albeit not for the same reason as most were thinking. When Jos told them to take five (most unnecessarily in his opinion) he went ahead and started checking one of the looter's gear. While he intended to grab the stuff on them for appearance's sake, he was actually trying to find out if they worked for anyone specific. The credits were a bit of an odd amount to see from someone who would be looting out here; either they had broken into some place with some slicing equipment or someone was paying them for some reason or another. Actually, he wasn't finding any slicing gear come to think of it. Sera seemed to be handling the weapons, which he was fine with; he didn't need the extra weight. However, what really surprised him was the sheer quality of the spice and combat stims that they were finding. He wasn't too knowledgeable about stims, at least not enough to tell just how pricey it was, but the spice was something he had seen more than enough of to give a good analysis of.
The whole while, the merc was trying to sweet talk Jos into having the three of them join him to the Sun base... or vice versa Avris supposed. It was kind of amusing actually, though the responses about death's dignity made him roll his eyes, biting his tongue in regards to the whole death versus living on in the Force, and instead shrugging it all off with a light, "Depends on what you're dying for." Still, he too kept out of it until the conversation of the dead looters came up, though he was slower to rise, continuing to check each of the fellows to confirm his findings, he nodded his agreement with Sera's discoveries, as they all sounded consistent with what she thought of it. Particularly her thought of the Suns handing things out. Eventually he got up and added, "I think that's most likely. There wasn't a slicing kit to be found and I doubt you could even find this kind of spice on the station, much less just out on the streets. These guys are getting bribed by someone, and I doubt the hutts would waste this grade of spice on scavengers." With that he started looking around warily as if expecting to get jumped. He wasn't certain if anyone dangerous heard the blasts, but he'd rather not stick around to find out--better to just keep going. Right about now he was wishing he had learned those mind tricks.
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Post by KapitanAntarctican on Aug 17, 2015 14:16:47 GMT -5
Seeing the looters be picked over, clean of whatever they may have acquired from their misadventures upon the station was almost satisfying to Cyrad, though it left a small nag in the depths of his mind, quite annoying when he began to dwell upon it but soon Cyrad snapped from his inside thoughts and turned to Arisa who was anxiously awaiting their departure. Giving a slight nod in her direction, in hopes to convey his motives to move the group onward, Cyrad began to pace around the assumed exit of the small crossways, extending out his arms in quite the odd fashion he spoke out as the three talked amongst themselves, speaking out to respond to the Nikto's reasoning to be here. "So, this is saying everything goes peachy and neither of us backstab each other, if I help you save your most favoured child of an employee. You will then aid me in retaking the damned Gennie that resides a bit further down this station?" Cyrad mulled it over all to quickly in his mind and smirked out as he made his way towards his own companion. "Then it seems to be settled, quite the grand occasion for this type of odd partnership. Usually it's not even diplomacy, usually I have a weapon upon my forehead. I suppose this isn't the usual anyway."
Nudging Arisa, Cyrad gave her a faint smile before her glare came back in response. The captain certainly didn't appreciate his words of her causing Cyrad immense boredom, to which Cyrad gave out a whimper of a sigh to then mutter out a few words. "Hey, it's not like I meant it. Besides, you do tend to bore me after the twentieth tale of how you got the Stargazer." The Human woman gave off what seemed like a forced chuckle before Cyrad rose his hands in the old surrendering fashion, to turn back towards the three hopefully friendly newcomers. The conversations between the three others were jumbled and not entirely heard, though from what Cyrad could catch between his own thoughts and their words, the mercenary figured that it was best not to comment as he had little information on whatever subject it was, less face the wrath of an angry Mirilian, he simply didn't want that.
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Post by Zelus on Aug 19, 2015 7:34:13 GMT -5
With a grumpy look, Jos watched Sera pocket what she could find from the bodies. His bony brow rose somewhat in her direction, but gave her a shrug. She was a mercenary after all, he could not be surprised. If he had been in her position, it was likely that he too would’ve done the same. Still, he noticed the amount, had Jos have been anything but a Nikto, a look of suspicion would’ve swept over him. Jos was a Nikto though and as such his face remained stone faced and ever grumpy. “Credits, stims and spice…” he grumbled to himself, before looking over at Avris. Jos watched the man, having seen that kind of look on a man’s body before… back, way back in the war. It was one of searching for something specific. It was methodical and calculated. Back during the war, he saw his men do that for ammo and bandages. In more recent times he had seen the poor do it for credits or spice, usually on a drunken patron passed out in a nearby maintenance hatch. Avris however wasn’t looking for that, in fact, whatever he was looking for didn’t seem to be there.
Jos had been about to ask Avris what he was looking for when Cyrad began talking to him again. “That is correct.” Jos stated as a matter of fact. “This station is my home and I want it stable. Station Security hasn’t surrendered, which means they’re delaying, presumably until a fleet can get here. It means they think they can win.” Jos theorised, knowing that was entirely likely. Either that or they couldn’t allow the suns to get whatever it was they were here for. He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know what that was, given that scenario. People who pried into the affairs of the Hutts often ended up dead. Thinking on it, Jos’s stomach got uneasy. Why in the world would Quaffir store something so important on a space station of all things?
Carefully Jos watched Cyrad go back over to his companion, and gave him a nod. “Well, if I wanted to encourage you to shoot me in the back, threatening would be a way of doing that. Frankly I have neither the time nor the patience for bending you over a barrel… Besides, I know this station like the back of my hand. I know its districts and its people, if you have any hope of accomplishing your task and survive then you’ll need to help me.” Jos replied in regards to Cyrad’s agreement. Still there was something not quite right. The guy told them about retaking the generator further down the station? There wasn’t anything much further down than the slums. There were a few ‘empty’ storage areas, though there was nothing of any real importance there. Beyond that there was the stations generator area. From what Jos remembered of the station, there was a large ‘road’ connecting the generator to a large freight elevator that led up to the docking rings. It was wide enough and tall enough to have several vehicles moving about down there, though the only things down there were cargo haulers. So the sun had made it down there? He was surprised they weren’t causing more problems with the power supply, if he was honest. He could understand why the Hutts wanted it back though. The generator was the primary source of power on the station. The station shields and weapons must’ve run through it, as well as gravity controls, environmental and other such core mechanics. He did question as to why they only sent two guys after it though. Were they really that stretched for men, or was there more to Cyrad than he had initially thought.
By now Sera was gathering up the weapons the looters had, a fact that caught Jos’s eye. “Hmmm?” he pondered to himself, cocking his head to the side. “Good idea.” He muttered, giving her an affirmation. When she began to give him the rundown of her loot, he puffed out his cheeks in frustration. “You could be right…” he trailed off, looking at Avris, who gave him the answer he had been looking for. So the man had been looking for a slicing kit huh? “So they’ve been bribing the looters… That would explain why they left us alone on our journey here…” Jos nodded, looking between his two hired mercenaries, before looking back at Cyrad. “They probably have orders to avoid us until I get the base.” Thinking of the spice, Jos grimaced inwardly. These two might not’ve known much about spice, but he sure did. It was one of the few things they could get their hands on back in the ‘military’. Jos had known many an addict back in the day… Most ended up getting themselves killed because of it. Still, he wouldn’t allude to this fact; he gave them his stone faced look. “If they’ve handed out this much stuff already… we’re going to have a hell of a time on this station in the coming weeks.” He grumbled. Though the supply right now was of significant quantity, it would eventually run out. Once it did, a whole new host of problems would emerge. Unlike other places near Republic space, on Lyran station there were no volunteer run clinics. Perhaps this was one of the ways of getting back at the Hutts. Ruin the workforce; cripple the profitability of the station in the future. Jos’s blood boiled. It was one thing to target the Hutts, it was another to target their workforce in the hopes that it’d trickle up. With a fist shaking at his side, he turned to look at Cyrad as he spoke to his companion.
“Let’s just get out of here. I want to get to that place as soon as possible.”
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About an hour had past as the group of five had traversed the narrow passages of the station. Soon enough they were all stood on an upper catwalk overlooking what looked to be a shanty town nestled in a large open deck of the station. It was multi layered too, with pathways between the tiny shacks. Most of the homes were made out of scrap metal, though a lot looked more like tents. All in the entire place looked very makeshift, dirty and confined. Looking over them one could easily guess about three hundred or so houses sat before them. Some of them were piled up on top of each other, whilst others had been welded to the walls and required ladders to be accessed. Walkways between the different levels were scattered about the place. All were dark, with their windows and doors left open. The place was a veritable ghost town, what was odd was it seemed to be devoid of life. Even the slums near the Bloody Gutta had a feeling of life. There were no sounds of people, not even screaming kids. It was just… empty. Lights lit up the town, and fires still burned in barrels, though it was clear a lot of the fires were on their last legs, having been burning for quite some time. Clearly the fires were arranged in such a way that it was clear they would’ve once been a social gathering point. Empty market stalls sat on the edges of ‘roads’ just big enough for a speeder or two to pass through… though it wasn’t like anyone was wealthy enough to own them.
Jos stared off in one direction, the far end of the town. It was rather more lit up than the rest of the town. There were nests built up on the wall, and Jos was clearly looking at one. His eyes narrowed slightly. “Anyone got a pair of macrobinoculars to hand?” he asked, pointing at the place before them. Even without the place looked like a stronghold. There was a large bulkhead in the middle of it, with two banners on either side. Shamelessly they were flying the symbol of the black suns.
With a grumble, Jos grabbed a hold of the rail. “I used to think this was just a place people moved into when they had nowhere to go…” It was becoming increasingly clear as Jos looked over the shacks that this was where the looters had come from. This wasn’t a shanty town at all, it was a recruitment camp. It was then there was a large shuddering as the elevator from above descended down. Suddenly the doors opened and in shot a speeder with a cargo hauler held on its rear. Atop the speeder sat a plain clothed civilian, but he was carrying something on the hauler. A weapon box of some kind sat on it. The speeder shot through the deserted shanty town and flew up to the base. More shuddering could be heard as the base opened up and then the speeder disappeared as it headed inside.
The Black Sun base itself, on the face of it looked like a god damn citadel. With the nests above a chain fence wall covered the front of the base separating the base from the ‘town’ in front of it. There was a gate on the road leading inside, though right now it was open. Had one of the others been able to get a proper look, they would’ve seen several guards patrolling the outside. Some of them had akk dogs with them. Lights lit up the area, giving it quite an impressive and overbearing visage. Several stacks boxes sat outside, their lids off, some had been placed in an orderly fashion whilst some had just been shoved to the side lazily. The more he looked at it, the more he realised what a daunting task getting out would be. Especially given how many people they must’ve had inside.
Jos cursed in his native tongue as he watched the guy on the speeder come shooting back out of the base in the direction of the elevator. “… Any ideas of how to get in and out without getting ourselves slaughtered?” He asked after a moment. “Because it aint looking good for us right now.”
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