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Painfully short post, but it gets the job done.
The moment the human guard even began to react to Rareth killing the Masulu three soft thumps sounded as Bit fired his pistol. The human stood for another moment before collapsing. Bit retrained his aim at the engineer, Rareth was definitely in the best position to subdue the target, but the more guns pointed in their direction the better.
Bit pulled a flashbang out of the hardcase on his chest.
"If there aren't any cameras present, we may be able to stun them and eliminate the guards. That repairman could be a hostage." Bit said quietly. "Or, at the very least we could try to get some information out of him."
There were still too many unknowns about this operation for Bit's taste and if they could find a bit more out, it could mean the difference between life and death.
"If there aren't any cameras present, we may be able to stun them and eliminate the guards. That repairman could be a hostage." Bit said quietly. "Or, at the very least we could try to get some information out of him."
There were still too many unknowns about this operation for Bit's taste and if they could find a bit more out, it could mean the difference between life and death.
I want to deal with distractions if they are needed.
Bit entered the ship with some caution. He had never really been on a Rothian vessel.
"So this is going to be my home for a bit...I've seen worse." He said with a yawn. He didn't really know what his role could be on-board the ship, but he knew what he wanted to work on.
"So, what's the armory look like on this ship?" Bit asked nobody in particular. While he doubted manufacturing explosives while on an unfamiliar ship would be encouraged, he was certainly going to try.
"So this is going to be my home for a bit...I've seen worse." He said with a yawn. He didn't really know what his role could be on-board the ship, but he knew what he wanted to work on.
"So, what's the armory look like on this ship?" Bit asked nobody in particular. While he doubted manufacturing explosives while on an unfamiliar ship would be encouraged, he was certainly going to try.
Hand raises
"And here I was hoping for a change of pace." Bit sulked when he heard the situation. Sure, insurgents were a bit out of the ordinary. Sure, the lack of demands and hostages weren't exactly to spec. All in all it seemed like a by the book mission with a few small hitches. With the team that had been assembled it'd probably be child's play.
"Am I the only one that feels the need to ask about supplies? If this goes south, and given the strange mannerisms of our targets it very well could, we're going to need plenty of ammo. I came here from a mission, so I'm not exactly stocked up."
"Am I the only one that feels the need to ask about supplies? If this goes south, and given the strange mannerisms of our targets it very well could, we're going to need plenty of ammo. I came here from a mission, so I'm not exactly stocked up."
Bit doesn't really care, Dirophyds work with mercs pretty often. It'd be odd for them not to ask about their pay.
Bit sighed as the pay was explained.
"So I get jack shit as always." He murmered to himself before giving his thumbprint. "At least this includes a change of scenery."
He scratched the scar on his head carelessly and traced it down to his prosthetic eye. Politicians caused that injury, a standard double cross that Special Operations members had practically grown accustomed to. He never really expected that councilman's young child to pull a gun on his squad, let alone fire without hesitation.
He quickly snapped himself out of his memories and reclined in his seat.
"So I get jack shit as always." He murmered to himself before giving his thumbprint. "At least this includes a change of scenery."
He scratched the scar on his head carelessly and traced it down to his prosthetic eye. Politicians caused that injury, a standard double cross that Special Operations members had practically grown accustomed to. He never really expected that councilman's young child to pull a gun on his squad, let alone fire without hesitation.
He quickly snapped himself out of his memories and reclined in his seat.
I don't really know what to post in this situation.
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