The city of Glastro is bustling today. Hordes of Bimm are thriving throughout the local market place. Merchants of all types and races are out with their wares, as credits and money is exchanged for all sorts of goods and services. The day is high still, with the sun rising over the temperate planet. Still in their interpretation of summer, the warm winds across the planet make the day that much lovelier. Though the capital had definitely seen better days, Glastro was still a wonderful city on Bimmisaari. Unclaimed by any actual faction, the capital and the planet even were considered to be neutral in the affairs of war and chaos. The Bimm council and the local government were not throwing their lot in with anyone, but fierce debate in the Tower of Law continued day and night.
Suddenly, the day goes from bright and sunny to something far darker. The marketplace, usually home to an intense amount of trade, is in imminent peril. In a sudden, unexplained explosion, the marketplace goes up in flame. Several aliens are thrown to the ground, and the local police are completely slack-jawed by the sudden explosion. The buildings and trading hubs that make up the marketplace go up in flames as the explosion splinters wood and cracks stone. Terrified citizens of the planet scream and flee from the scene, as the dust slowly starts to settle. The local police start to converge on the location itself, but are met with a hodge-podge group of what looks like mercenaries. Blasters begin ringing out from the marketplace, as bolts fly off into the capital.
The mercenaries do not look like much honestly, as their armor contains fragments of once popular pieces. Some of them even have what appears to be sections of stormtrooper armor bolted to their bodies. Their weapons are much older as well, as their blasters ring out throughout the city. Distress signals are called out to local factions or people in the surrounding area. The mercenaries, all having been marked with a similar symbol, are carefree where they fire off their blasters. Citizens, merchants and police are targeted in the marketplace, as the small group descends upon the once idyllic city. Corpses litter the ground, most of them burned from the sudden act of terrorism.
At the center of the group is a man with what looks like a remnant of an officers uniform from long ago. Armed with a pistol, he calls out orders to his rag-tag group as they blast themselves through the marketplace. The mercenary group is taken a small amount of losses from the local police, who are simply not armed well enough to take out the mercenaries. The city is starting to close up, as the local police want none of these murderers to get out alive. The officer, obviously in charge here, begins calling out more orders as the group moves towards the local space-port.
"Make sure to kill everything near you! Keep your sights close and guard the rear! We are not getting paid for anything less!" The officer moves slowly with his men, gunning down any police or civilians that get in the way. At this point, it can be assumed that there are at least 15 or so mercenaries left. They are all armed with carbines or rifles of some sort, though their armor is indicative of something more guerrilla.
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Edited by Carrick Thrain, 20 December 2017 - 05:08 AM.