As the lights were killed in the Hutt's palace there was a wave of confusion, Jorga yelling to his goons to fix the lights and to capture the Jedi minus Deja. However that wave of confusion turned into one of death and screams as two sets of blasters began lighting up the dark hitting their targets. Beskad and Tracer made their rounds, shooting every piece of scum they could find in the place. However their intial surprise attack was over, the confusion henchmen began firing everywhere in the dark unable to see and forcing Beskad and Tracer to take cover behind some pillars. Tracer radioed their man on the inside with Kraytan and the younglings. "We have entered the premises if you couldn't tell ner vod. Get the Jetii out of there, we'll cover you guys."
"Understood." The Mandalorian said and turned to Deja, Kraytan, and the younglings. "Alright General Beskad has the place as confused as a Gungan on Tatootine. You guys are going to make a run for the exit, children in the center, no light sabers, it'll draw attention to us in the dark. Now on my mark, 3...2...1... Go!" He hit the door controls and dove out and began firing at targets in the dark as his HUD's night vision kicked on. Deja pushed the Younglings forward as Kraytan took the lead and used the Force to guide them. The Mandalorian covered the rear as they made their way across the palace and to Beskad. Kraytan turned and grabbed the Zak and Sor-Jan and pushed them behind some crates as several bolts came raining down on their position. Deja rolled and jumped over the top of the crates. The Mandalorian didn't make it. Kraytan peeked out from behind a pillar next to the crates and used the Force to pull the body to him and behind cover. Kraytan could feel his life essence, he was already dead. He tossed the man over his shoulder and turned to Beskad and Tracer as they made their way to his position.
"No time for introductions, they've got some armored mercs coming out and they can see in the dark pretty well from their shooting. I'm going to toss some thermal dets, when I say move to the door, youngsters to the front, and then you two Jetii behind them, and for Manda's sake move like you mean it! Do I make myself clear?!?" Beskad yelled over the sound of bolts flying around the palace room.
Kom'r and Aden were practically shooting anything in the bar with such precision that they were on a killing spree. They obviously were avoiding the Jedi and the Tatortai, however they were coming awfully close to the Transdoshan. As Embo approached them and talked about splitting the bounty if there was enough of them, Aden was ready to take the man out, but Kom'rk spoke out first. "Splitting the bounty is up to our Chief, he'll be coming soon and you can talk to him, but we have explicit orders to take all Jetii alive. It's sort of our specialty, plus the Empire pays more for alive for obvious reasons. However we don't like Transdoshan's too much, so tell your buddy to be careful where he's walking because I'm not going to stop pulling the trigger if he's in the way." Aden looked at Kom'rk for a second before returning to hitting three Nikto's who had decided to show up from another entrance square in the head.
"Just make sure not to pull a fast one on us, or else you'll be making enemies you really don't want to make." Aden said. He and Kom'rk would play the game for a bit, just long enough until Beskad and the others showed up. He was confident that if they needed to he and his brother could take the two bounty hunters on, but there was no reason to fight them if they could get some use out of them and take them out later.
"Kebiin this is Kom'rk inform Beskad of our location and then get here ASAP. We are going to need some extra guns around here..." Kom'rk said over secure comms so their new "friend" couldn't hear him. Kebiin sent him the green light and would be there shortly.
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Depending on how late I work tonight, I might be able to get a post up, and if not today then for sure tomorrow.
Didn't break anything. just mainly scratch's, sore body and everything swelling.
I was involved in a recent car accident (100% the other drivers fault) and are a bit banged up, so I haven't been doing much for the last couple of weeks besides recovering and stuff.
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Well obviously not or you would have told me what it was from.Points still .
Well apparently when I google it, you come up Sep...
We are forgetting that it was all Jar Jar Bink's fault for giving Palpy Emergency Powers in the first place!
"Please no, the last time you killed someone brutally it took me months to get the smell out of my clothes and armor. Now just work fast, I'm up for killing aruetii any day, but eventually even I can get tired." Tor said as he turned around and walked casually towards the sound of yelling. There were a dozen weequays heading their way. They fired their blasters, but they were weequay so their shooting was worse than that of a Stormtrooper. Taking a Thermal Det from his belt he lugged it as hard as he could at the one leading the charge, it nailed him straight in the face before exploding and taking stopping them dead in their tracks. The few in the back that had survived took cover around corners of other corridors and then continued shooting. "Look guys just do the smart thing and either way away or better yet shoot yourselves, it saves me the trouble of having to do it and it just sort of speeds the process up a bit." He taunted, the Weequay looked at each other then began shooting at Tor once more. He sighed as he activated his shield gauntlets and moved forward. The bolts bounced off his shields as he came closer and closer. When he was close enough to the first Weequay it screamed and charged him, he grabbed it by the neck and lifted him off his feet. He crushed its neck in his hand and then threw the body at the second one as it poked out to shoot. It hit him with such force it cracked his forehead open and knocked him unconscious.
Tor turned towards the last remaining Weequay and placed his hands on his hips. "You know you're next, and why I have to give you credit for lasting this long, this is the part where you die like lesser men. You know the thing where weaklings have opted to do the easy thing and die? Because that's all you are and if you don't pull the trigger on yourself I am going to rip your arms off and beat you to death with them and the whole time you will wish you had shot yourself but now you can't because I'm beating you to death with your own arms! You know what? We're wasting too much time, I'm coming over there right now to..." Tor smiled as he heard the sound of a blaster go off and the body of a Weequay drop dead sideways from behind cover. "I think I'm a true artist Tony! I just got another one to cap himself in the head, and I hadn't even gotten to the good part about cutting his toes off and making him eat them first!" Tor said while laughing.
Tor turned towards the last remaining Weequay and placed his hands on his hips. "You know you're next, and why I have to give you credit for lasting this long, this is the part where you die like lesser men. You know the thing where weaklings have opted to do the easy thing and die? Because that's all you are and if you don't pull the trigger on yourself I am going to rip your arms off and beat you to death with them and the whole time you will wish you had shot yourself but now you can't because I'm beating you to death with your own arms! You know what? We're wasting too much time, I'm coming over there right now to..." Tor smiled as he heard the sound of a blaster go off and the body of a Weequay drop dead sideways from behind cover. "I think I'm a true artist Tony! I just got another one to cap himself in the head, and I hadn't even gotten to the good part about cutting his toes off and making him eat them first!" Tor said while laughing.
Lol it was bugging me too
Kom'rk and Aden had been patrolling the streets. Beskad had given them the order of scouting out the local pubs, hell hole, saloons, bars, gutter hole, all those names fit the description of where a guy could get the most disgusting drink of his life. At least they had Kebiin on trafficking duty, he would be able to see or hear anything within the several districts around them. If anything was about to go down, they would hear about it. "You know that we would have to be extremely lucky to be within the same area as any Jetii on Nar Shadda? Aden said as they walked down the street bumping into alien scum left and right.
"We aren't the ones having to be lucky, the Jetii are and last time I checked they are pretty damn with just about everything." Kom'rk retorted as they stepped into the entrance of an alleyway and hung there for a moment watching people walk by. The two were wearing their black Commando armor that had been redesigned slightly to give it a more traditional Mandalorian aesthetic. It was no Mandalorian Iron, but they couldn't dispose of such great gear, it was capable of stopping blaster fire up to light cannon rounds. Thankfully neither of them had ever had to test its limits.
"They weren't too lucky at the Temple." Aden snickered, Kom'rk didn't necessarily have a huge respect for the Jedi, but he had enough to know even that comment was a bit far. Eventually they hopped back into the bustling streets of Nar Shadda. It was perfect timing because Kebiin was calling them like there was no tomorrow.
"Jetii have been located, Smugglers Waterhole, transferring coordinates now." Kebiin within a blink of an eye had set up the waypoint in the distance several blocks down for his fellow brothers. The two took off shoving people down out of the way as they sprinted towards the pub. They could hear the sound of blaster fire in the distance and drew their DC-17 blasters. They were lock and loaded and when they had come on scene through a nearby alleyway they could see several Weequay heading into the pub. There were too many civvies running around to open fire on them, so they waited until the crowd disappeared and watch as a Transdoshan with a slughthrower followed behind the Weequay. Things were going to get ugly. "I have identified an associate of Bes'buir in there. His file is mostly secured, but from what Buir has on him, they've done a few missions together. They aren't exactly best of buddies, but they have been able to work easily together in the past. Transfering his profile to your HUDs."
"Isn't he an old bird? Doesn't even has a specific birth date, only a possible between these two periods." A'den said as he tried looking over the file quickly.
"Bottom line is, he's a neutral friendly so don't hit him. Now throw a charge and give us a secondary entrance." Kom'rk ordered. He was no longer their sergeant, but his brothers still followed his orders like he was. Aden took a thermal detonator stick charge out of his pack he tossed it across the street and at one of the walls for of the Smugglers' Hole. Kom'rk held his hand over his wristpad and waited until his HUD counted down to three and pressed the button. The wall exploded partially, big enough for them to fit through. They rushed across the street and took cover on the sides of the hole. The both swung their bodies in and began laying down fire at the Weequay.
"We aren't the ones having to be lucky, the Jetii are and last time I checked they are pretty damn with just about everything." Kom'rk retorted as they stepped into the entrance of an alleyway and hung there for a moment watching people walk by. The two were wearing their black Commando armor that had been redesigned slightly to give it a more traditional Mandalorian aesthetic. It was no Mandalorian Iron, but they couldn't dispose of such great gear, it was capable of stopping blaster fire up to light cannon rounds. Thankfully neither of them had ever had to test its limits.
"They weren't too lucky at the Temple." Aden snickered, Kom'rk didn't necessarily have a huge respect for the Jedi, but he had enough to know even that comment was a bit far. Eventually they hopped back into the bustling streets of Nar Shadda. It was perfect timing because Kebiin was calling them like there was no tomorrow.
"Jetii have been located, Smugglers Waterhole, transferring coordinates now." Kebiin within a blink of an eye had set up the waypoint in the distance several blocks down for his fellow brothers. The two took off shoving people down out of the way as they sprinted towards the pub. They could hear the sound of blaster fire in the distance and drew their DC-17 blasters. They were lock and loaded and when they had come on scene through a nearby alleyway they could see several Weequay heading into the pub. There were too many civvies running around to open fire on them, so they waited until the crowd disappeared and watch as a Transdoshan with a slughthrower followed behind the Weequay. Things were going to get ugly. "I have identified an associate of Bes'buir in there. His file is mostly secured, but from what Buir has on him, they've done a few missions together. They aren't exactly best of buddies, but they have been able to work easily together in the past. Transfering his profile to your HUDs."
"Isn't he an old bird? Doesn't even has a specific birth date, only a possible between these two periods." A'den said as he tried looking over the file quickly.
"Bottom line is, he's a neutral friendly so don't hit him. Now throw a charge and give us a secondary entrance." Kom'rk ordered. He was no longer their sergeant, but his brothers still followed his orders like he was. Aden took a thermal detonator stick charge out of his pack he tossed it across the street and at one of the walls for of the Smugglers' Hole. Kom'rk held his hand over his wristpad and waited until his HUD counted down to three and pressed the button. The wall exploded partially, big enough for them to fit through. They rushed across the street and took cover on the sides of the hole. The both swung their bodies in and began laying down fire at the Weequay.
Tomorrow I will have stuff up.
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