Faction A Hutt Load Of Trouble (The Enclave)

[Tharil]

High risk, high reward.

That's the sort of bounty this was. Tharia stood outside of the contractors estate, yeah, estate. Damn Hutts needed to flaunt their wealth with estates or something these days. Didn't matter too much to the Chiss, but if she could make fun of it, she certainly would. She wore her Beskar'gam, though it was more durasteel than actual Beskar. Hence the high reward. Beskar was expensive to smith, mine, acquire. If she wanted her full suit, she'd have to buy it with blood, sweat, and credits. Mostly credits, if she had it her way.

'Nothin' wrong with bein' lazy, so long as ya get the job done.'

Words to live by. And they were her own words, so clearly they knew what they were talking about. The Chiss woman chuckled as she lit up a 'deathstick'. It wasn't the usual kind, more her own blend of herbs and some spice that acted more as a stim than the classic drug. She liked smoking. Something about inhaling smoke was.. Nope, that was a darker thought, and one she had no intention of thinking about. Especially since others were gonna be here soon. The job had been given out.

A rival hutt by the name of Uppu Fesch had been stirring up trouble for Moltill Zic, the contractor. Turf wars waged all over the land between their two estates as they tried to take over the local spice trade. When two Hutt Lords went to war, lots of credits could be made. At the same time, the risk was working for one side if that side ended up loosing. Hutts weren't the kind to forget those who crossed them. This job though? Capture Uppu Fesch, kill his lieutenants, and burn his estate to the ground. Moltill would handle the Hutt's punishment personally.

Complete the job, the turf wars over. Lots of credits, no blow back. Or, not as much as there could've been on other jobs if Uppu ended up winning the war. Tharia took a long drag of her cig, smirking. Already she was thinking the best way to incapacitate the slug. She had plenty of poisons to test out after all.

 

[Stone Gra'tua]

Location : Moltill Zic's Estate
Equipment : In Signature

Outside the estate of the contractor, Stone stood with Tharia, his partner for the job, looking over the data the Hutt Moltill Zic had provided on his rival; Uppu Fesch. Lucrative and dangerous, Hutt on Hutt violence was almost always by proxy; Stone admired the Hutts' survival and the fact they'd maintained their power base over the centuries in this increasingly human dominated Galaxy. His Chiss partner came from another species he admired for similar reasons.

'Nothin' wrong with bein' lazy, so long as ya get the job done.'

Stone admired those sentiments, too. The contract called for a live capture, always a fun challenge. The lieutenants would make nuisances of themselves, too stupid to avoid dying for some Hutt's credits. And who knew what other surprises the Hutt might have, in his lair; Stone supposed the slug would call it a palace, but it was a scum lair even if it was lined with aurodium and shined brighter than a pulsar.

Credits were always welcome, especially those that came through legitimate contracts. Stone could cover ten dirty credits for every one he earned honestly, and washing his illegitimate income was a constant task. He didn't fear arrest, but banks and governments loved freezing and seizing funds, and he didn't like paying out where he didn't have to. What credits he had went into investments, or in the maintenance of the Maan'Mereel, the ship he called home among the stars, his freighter, and the beskar'gam and weapons he wore into battle; the same loadout he stood in today, ready to hunt a Hutt. His rifle was slung across his back, and his pistols were holstered at his belt, with a mean-looking heavy sword in a scabbard below the jetpack and missile combo on his back.

"How do you wanna approach this?" he asked in the Corellian accent he'd mastered, in the guise of a human male of middle years. Stone had his own opinions, but he'd voice those after he saw how his partner wished to take on the challenge. Chiss were tough to get a read on, and Stone didn't trust easily. Putting your life and freedom in another being's hands was a sure fire way to find out whether you could trust them or not, and today, he was learning about Tharia.

 

[Tharil]

"How do you wanna approach this?"

Vod was vod, even if she didn't really know him. The glowing red gaze only a Chiss could have shifted over towards Stone Gra'tua , watching him in silence. Well, not really silence. There was the slight sound of ash falling as she took one last drag of her 'medicinal herbs', held it in, then exhaled the smoke in a single breath. The smoke lingered around her for a moment as she tossed the bud and pulled on her helmet. The slight hiss as the airtight suit pressurized, and her voice came out.

"Honestly I just wanna shoot chit. We can go in the back, I think. Quick n' quiet. Get a drop on em while they're focused on some frontal assault. Maybe plant the idea that good ol' Zic is gonna launch it soon. Watch em be all paranoid or some chit." She shrugged. Probably be way easier if she used her drop pod to punch through the ceiling and crash whatever party Uppu might be throwing. Though she doubted her squad would approve of such use.

So what she had on her back would have to do.

"What about you? Got any plans under that buy'ce o' yours?"

 

[Stone Gra'tua]

Location : Moltill Zic's Estate
Equipment : In Signature

Plans? Stone had considered the location, the predicted opposition, and the likely approaches, and narrowed things down to two real options. He liked Tharia's attitude, they were most certainly going to have things to shoot. The plan, as he saw it, needed a little work. He'd put things his way in a laidback Corellian style and see how things rolled out. "Way I see it, we've got two options, surprise, or guile. We can go in shooting, front, back, topside, it all works out the same way, drop all the bodies till we get to the Hutt."

Stone cocked his helmeted head to one side. "Or, we talk our way in the front door, bluff our way to the Hutt, and start the shooting with all the important targets right there on a plate." Either plan worked for Stone, either plan involved violence, there was no way the two of them were going to take the whole place down in a non-violent manner without another week or two of planning, time which neither he nor Tharia were inclined to waste.

 

[Tharil]

"Ahh yeah. Go in, pretend we're there to get a job from em n' drop em. Not a bad idea. Just, two issues." The Chiss raised a finger, grinning wide under her helmet. Sure, Stone Gra'tua couldn't see that but he'd certainly be able to hear it in her voice. "First, I karkin' hate talkin'. Especially with Hutts n' their lackies. Second, we're chillin outside of Zic's estate. While they might buy whatever excuse we might make as to why, paranoid Hutts in a gang war ain't gonna show their face. We might get some of his top brass, but he's the real target."

That settled it in her mind. The Mandalorian slipped her blaster from her hip, glancing over the Charric based weaponry before strutting forward with a swagger that could probably kill.

"Let's just go shoot the karkin' place up."

 

[Stone Gra'tua]

Location : Moltill Zic's Estate
Equipment : In Signature

The Chiss lady had a good point here. Talking their way in, or sneaking in general, was chancy. Going in with a frontal assault was a situation best suited to the Mando'ade, where they were the experts, and where they controlled the ground. Let the enemy do their best, two Mando'ade bringing everything they had would be enough to shake even a Hutt's personal army in their boots. Stone nodded his helmeted head in assent, admiring the Charric as he did so. It was rude to covet thy vode's equipment, but he liked the Chiss's maser-based weapons a lot. "Give them no chance to react, hit them hard and fast, kill everyone that steps to us? I like it." It was an approach the Ascendancy would approve of, he didn't say.

The Shi'ido playing a Corellian Mando unslung his own rifle, a pulse cannon, and checked the charge meter was sitting at 100%. Express orders of plasma for anyone that requested it meant that Stone's targets rarely needed a second shot to put them down for good, and he liked the comforting weight of the heavy weapon. The old warrior gazed at Tharia through his T-visor. "We can take my ship, or we can walk, your call. I've got everything I need right here."

 

[Tharil]

The Chiss was completely planning to just walk there. What was more dramatic than a couple of Mando's struttin' up on a Hutt Estate? Seemed like a scene from a holomovie, and right up her alley. But she stopped as Stone Gra'tua mentioned a ship. Again, her helmet hid the grin that had spread from ear to ear. And again, her voice pretty clearly showed that grin and the building excitement she had.

"Wanna blow a hole in the roof?"

 

[Faison Kelborn]

TAG: Tharil Stone Gra'tua
LOCATION: Moltill Zic's Estate

In another life, Faison had taken on more than his fair share of hit jobs. They were usually of the criminal variety, and usually left him with the feeling that he needed to take a long shower to wash off the guilt. He had reforged himself anew within the Enclave, indicated by his full suit of Beskar'gam which replaced the patchwork armor he had worn during that period. As of late, he'd chosen to bypass contracts involving Hutts and turf wars - they seemed too close in proximity to the life he'd left behind usually. But, there was an old Corellian saying he had oft grown accustomed to during his childhood spent in the city's streets. "You can take the stifling out of the slime, but you can't take the slime out of the stifling."

Invariably, Faison found he still needed credits - particularly when it came to the personal quest that had slowly begun taking shape within his mind. The more he grew as a part of the Enclave - rekindling his appreciation for the heritage of his father and Clan Kelborn in general - the more the desire to reunite with his people began rising to the fore. He wasn't quite sure how he would even start down that road yet, but he did know that he'd need money to do it. There were a lot worse jobs in the galaxy than helping one Hutt give another Hutt his just desserts. Plus, the he had not yet worked with the particular vode listed as a part of this job, and considering the recent absences of some of those he had formed connections with, he thought it best to be proactive in trying to forge stronger bonds with others within the Enclave.

So, he soon arrived at the estate of Moltill Zic, and strode up to a pair of his kinsmen (at least, what he assumed to be his kinsmen given their armor) meeting together just outside of the estate. He removed his helmet and nodded to them both before introducing himself: "Faison, of Clan Kelborn. I take it you both are Tharil & Stone Gra'tua ?" He waited for the pair to respond before he continued: "Sorry i'm late. What's the plan? Surely we aren't just barging in without one." A slight tone of humor seasoned the Mandalorian's voice, as if it would be unthinkable to just barge in guns blazing, and his craggy face creased with a slight smile to accentuate that. If only he knew...

 

[Stone Gra'tua]

Location : Moltill Zic's Estate
Equipment : In Signature
Tags : Tharil Faison Kelborn

Stone listened to Tharia and was about to make a reply to her when Faison arrived, the old Mando noted the Clan Kelborn insignia, and nodded by way of greeting as the third member of their makeshift strike team arrived and spoke. While the man spoke, Stone noted his Corellian accent, and was on his guard. Playing a Corellian himself, he'd have to be careful not to make any slips around this one, lest he out himself as being more than what he seemed. Nonchalantly, he reslung his pulse cannon rifle, then removed his own Buy'ce as a show of respect and trust, letting them see the human features underneath, blue eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Stone Mereel, this is Tharia." Stone nodded at the Chiss. "And yeah, we are surely just barging in the front door, no plan, just drop anyone stupid enough to get in our way." He looked over the other two Mando'ade. "You both look set to go to me. Besides, if we walk there, once we've captured the slug, we can make the Hutt walk all the way back here!" He grinned a mean grin, and replaced his helmet, looking in the direction they'd need to go to reach Uppu Fesch's estate. "I think it's this way."

 

[Tharil]

"Chit man if you came earlier we might've actually bothered with a plan." She full on laughed under her helmet before giving Faison Kelborn a nod. Three was far better than two, especially when it came to them all being Vod. This poor hutt was about to have a bad, bad day. Though. She raised a brow, glancing to Stone Gra'tua curiously. Making the Hutt walk sounded fun as hell.

But then how would she try out her new knock out gas?

"We should bring the ship. Stick with blasting a hole in the ceiling to jump in and capture the bastard. Last thing I wanna listen to is an overgrown slug complain the whole way back. That'll take out any joy we get from blasting apart his lackeys." Yeah, that sounded like a good enough excuse. The Chiss nodded once at her own idea, as if confirming that's what they were gonna do.

"Let's go make some chaos now."

 

[Faison Kelborn]

TAG: Tharil Stone Gra'tua
Location: Moltill Zic's Estate

"Mereel, eh?" Faison mused aloud. He had ran into a lot of Mereels as of late - Jhira, Ijaat, a few others whose first name thus escaped him, and then this one. Although it was a near-ridiculous thought, Faison half wondered if his clan was one of the few to suffer so gravely at the hands of the Sith. Or perhaps his clan was merely among the slowest to truly recover in the aftermath. Whatever the case, Faison's demeanor softened still a tad more at the slight indication of a Corellian accent within Stone's voice. He was just about to ask where the man came from when Stone casually mentioned that they did not, in fact, have a plan. 'Really...?' He thought, a touch flabbergasted despite his face revealing little in return. 'I've got a bad feeling about this...'

After listening to the pair's interchange, Faison finally spoke again: "You both do realize that we're assaulting a Hutt right? This isn't some two-bit hustler with a crew of three or four that are in over their heads. There's a reason Moltill Zic hasn't been able to bring this rival down until now." Faison couldn't help but allow a small measure of incredulity in his tone. He paused, allowing his words to sink in before he continued: "We at the very least need a contingency for when the osik hits the fan. A ship insertion is not a bad idea, and I'd also suggest we not put all of our eggs into one basket." His 'Sanctum sniper rifle' was prominently displayed strapped across his back, a vibrosword sheathed across his opposite shoulder, and his 'Skathe hand cannon' holstered across the front of his hip with his two other pistols on either side. In short, it would be clear that Faison was not stating what he did out of fear or an absence of armaments. In fact, an air of experience seemed to surround the Mandalorian. Bad plans got people hurt. No plan got people killed, armor and weapons be damned.

"I'll volunteer to proceed to the compound while you guys figure out exactly how you're gonna get yourselves into trouble. I'll survey the exterior, and setup to provide sniper support while you guys are inbound. Then, depending on how you guys want to infiltrate the facility, I'll make myself available to charge in as backup once the mark's defenses are deployed." His words may have sounded fairly professional and collaborative, but in truth - Faison's hunter instincts kicked in. He wouldn't let these two get themselves killed, but if they wanted to make themselves a target and draw in the Hutt's all-but-certainly formidable defenses, he'd let them be the decoy. At least he'd know what he was up against when he came in to save their skins. Only then did he raise his left arm, which contained an interface for the tactical suite of his armor, and he pressed a few buttons to initiate a frequency synchronization with the other two. After doing so, he replaced the helmet on his head, and gave them both a curt nod. "Cheers." Was all he said before turning back to his speeder bike parked a few meters away.

​

 

[Stone Gra'tua]

Location : Moltill Zic's Estate, boarding Chronos One
Equipment : In Signature
Tags : Tharil Faison Kelborn

Stone looked from Faison to Tharia and then back again. "Looks like i'm outvoted. Fine, we'll do it the boring way." He grumbled, but he'd go along with the way the team wanted to do things. "Tharia and I will go in guns blazing through the roof, and when they're all watching us, you hit them from behind." he added, just to ensure everyone was on the same page, and to let them know he'd be a team player, even if he'd rather just wing things. This wasn't his first outing, but saying that just made one look like a bragger.

Faison turned away towards a speeder bike, and the Mereel Mando watched him go, pressing the beckon call on his vambrace to call the Chronos One to his position. It arrived on repulsors a few moments later, hovering a few feet off the ground, before dropping the boarding ramp. Stone clambered up into the ship, which would make a short trip over to the Fesch compound. The element of surprise would be with them for the early stages, it was on the three Mandalorians to make the most of their advantage. "Let's get moving." Stone said to Tharia as they boarded his ship.

Inside the ship was Stone's version of a prepper's dream, with compartments packed with spare energy cells, rations, ammunition, and spare weaponry. In concealed compartments he had stored valuable metals and stones from a dozen worlds, easily tradeable and untraceable. With what he had in the ship, he could support any operation for any length of time. All of this was hidden away behind the facade of a bounty hunter/smuggler setup, with the ship's systems pushed well beyond civilian specs, all was meant to appear standard, but like Stone himself, there was a lot more than what met the eyes.

 

[Tharil]

"Too much planning, ugh." Tharia grumbled and complained, sure, but she didn't stop Faison Kelborn from stating his plan. It was a good one. But chit rarely ever went to plan. Annoyance spread all throughout her expression, tone, posture. For a Chiss she really didn't bother hiding how she felt. At least things were finally moving now though. She stuck beside Stone Gra'tua as the Kelborn left towards his speeder.

"Don't get too bored bein' safe. We'll try to save you some action." She raised a hand and wiggled her fingers in a wave goodbye, once more in a cheery mood. Teasing seemed to be a good way for her to feel better.

Then it was on the ship. She hummed as she stepped on board, glancing around briefly. "Homely. Or stuffy. Eh, doesn't matter." Unwarranted feedback as she leaned by the ramp once it closed.

"Blow open the roof and drop the ramp. I'll handle the rest, alright?"

 

[Stone Gra'tua]

Location : Moltill Zic's Estate
Equipment : In Signature
Tags : Tharil Faison Kelborn

Clambering up a ladder and into the cockpit of the Chronos One, Stone strapped in for the short ride, raising the boarding ramp, as Tharia called out to him from the cargo bay just below and behind him, her voice echoing up through the open door.

"Blow open the roof and drop the ramp. I'll handle the rest, alright?"

His answer was to lean the ship over to one side, rolling smoothly, and then goosing the thrusters, kicking him back in his seat with the acceleration as the ship shot up and out from the Zic Estate and into the skies, leaving the estate far behind to shrink as they went skyward. Smoothly, the Mereel Mando angled their flight path around to horizontal once they'd gained some decent altitude, and then manually flew the ship around on a loose heading towards the Fesch Estate. Soon enough, the place came up on the sensors.

Stone ran a full scan, and linked the datafeed across a squad comm between himself, Tharia, and Faison, so that they could share the scanner readouts, thermal, electromagnetic, and terrain-penetrating radar, and get a picture of what awaited them. "Here's the big picture. We'll make two passes overhead. First pass for the boom boom, then we swing around and drop us off." With that, he programmed the autopilot, and then unstrapped from the pilot's couch and went aft to join Tharia. In seconds, he was in the cargo bay. Stone went to a cabinet, opened it, and pulled out a thick cylinder almost the size of a man. Hefting it, he walked it to the cargo ramp, then pushed the button to drop the ramp, grabbing a handhold as he activated the cylinder, a huge sonic detonator.

"This'll give us our grand opening." Said the old Mereel Mando'ad, before shoving the armed detonator out the ramp as the Chronos One flew over, and the Hutt Uppu Fesch's estate zoomed by underneath, the explosive charge dropping through the air in the wake of Stone's ship, which moved out on a wide angle turn, before making its way back over the facility. So far, they hadn't taken any ground fire, if there were any comms from the Hutt or his goons, they went unanswered. The Mando'ade weren't here to chat. "Hang on!" Stone said to his Chiss companion Tharia, awaiting the detonation, which would come just before they dropped out of the hatch themselves, giving the Hutt and his goons no time to react to the assault. In moments, he and the Chiss would drop in on the Hutt.

 

[Faison Kelborn]

TAG: Stone Gra'tua Tharil

LOCATION: Overlook Approaching Uppu Fesch's Estate

'Feck feck feck feck feck feck.... FECK' was all that ran through Faison's mind as he pushed his speeder bike at maximum. He had left shortly before Stone and Tharia boarded the ship and took off toward the estate, but it didn't take long for them to overtake him toward the target regardless. Uppu Fesch's estate came into view, and Faison spied a prime overlook several hundred yards away from the estate itself - which sat nestled at an escarpment comprised of foothills, with massive mountains in the backdrop. They were far enough out from a major city to make logical sense of this being a Hutt estate, but close enough for the Hutt to conduct his necessary business, which was to engage in a turf war with other slugs.

Faison wasted little time in pulling up to the top of the overlook, which was lined with shrubbery and several trees - providing ample cover to camouflage his presence. The Mandalorian quickly leapt off of his bike and took position behind a rock formation , propping his rifle against its surface so as to provide stability while he sighted down the scope. He got into position just as the ship passed over the estate, and the bomb[/i] drifted from its loading ramp. "I should have taken that job on Ryloth..." He mused to himself, his comm thankfully off. These two Mandos he attached himself to were reckless and overly direct in their approach. It... reminded him of himself at a younger age, and that wasn't exactly a good thing.

Several moments passed from when the bomb flew through the air, to when it landed atop the estate. Within seconds, the bomb exploded with a rapturous intensity. Faison's scope was scanning the exterior of the facility, wherein several groups of thugs emerged from their posts lining the perimeter and gaped at the sight before them. It all happened so fast, they hardly had time to report the Mando's arrival, but soon several rushed inside to render aid, whilst others remained outside and began firing upon the ship with whatever blasters were in their hand. Although they would have made easy targets for Faison and his rifle, he held his fire. This situation didn't feel right... something was wrong, he just couldn't quite place his finger on it. A Hutt engaged in a turf war didn't just allow a ship to park itself above his estate and drop a bomb on top of it.

Faison's nerves were on edge as he kept his eyes open. He expected they would have additional visitors soon, and he was priming himself for that eventuality. If he was wrong? He'd rather be wrong and alive as opposed to being dead and... well, either right or wrong.

 

[Tharil]

"Here's the big picture. We'll make two passes overhead. First pass for the boom boom, then we swing around and drop us off."

"Uhhuh." The rather unserious answer was all Tharia gave her Mandalorian companion. As soon as they made the first pass? She hit the button and dropped. Far enough back to let the bomb do it's work, but just close enough to drop in as the ceiling was still giving out. No patience, or more accurately, no trust for what was happening. Faison Kelborn wasn't the only one to realize something was off. Even as the ship got closer there wasn't anything serious in terms of anti air fire.

Stone Gra'tua was a good pilot, sure, but Hutts had money. And money meant better defenses than what they'd run into.

Amid the smoke and rubble she hit the ground, Charric rifle in hand as she turned her gaze through the room she was in. No one. No corpses under rubble, no people. A couple droids came down from the nearby hallway, which were promptly dropped as blue energy streaked into each's head. Then.. Silence, save for a couple pieces of loose rubble.

"Fuck."

It was a pretty calm complain all things considered. The Chiss reached up, tapping the com on her helmet.

<Nobodies home. Think they knew we were comin'?> Well, half the planet probably knew they were, but this wasn't a trap. Not the kind she expected at least. Her eyes narrowed.

<Hey get in touch with our pal Zic, check in. Somethin's really off about this chit.>

 

[Stone Gra'tua]

Location : Moltill Zic's Estate
Equipment : In Signature
Tags : Tharil Faison Kelborn

Tharia made an even riskier and more adventurous deployment than Stone was prepared for, as she disappeared out of the back of the Chronos One along with the bomb. The detonation was impressive enough, and she dropped into the main building. Stone held back as his comm crackled with the Chiss commando's voice. Nobody was home. He stayed in the ship, bashing keys on his forearm's datapad, quickly ordering the craft to cease its high speed run and hover over the estate. "Hutts don't like to leave their palaces. This could still be a trap."

The team were now spread out, Faison was in position on overwatch, Stone was overhead in the ship's open cargo bay, and Tharia was in the center, having taken position in the Estate on the ground. Now he felt caution, he'd expected a hard firefight, and what they got was silence, and a deserted target area. Something was definitely off, but he couldn't see it yet. From his position, Stone used Chronos One's comm to patch in to Moltill Zic, but had trouble getting a comm connection. "Zic's not picking up the comm. Could be interference or jamming, could be he's ignoring us."

That just raised more questions than it answered. Could the shabla Hutts be working together? The old Mereel Mando saw that as unlikely, but possible, certainly to be considered. There was more going on here than the three of them had bargained for. Someone was going to pay, one Hutt, or another; or both, if necessary.

 

[Faison Kelborn]

TAG: Tharil Stone Gra'tua

The chagrined expression under Faison's helmet did not get any better when he heard the reports from his comrades, especially the update that they couldn't raise Moltill Zic on comms. Faison's survey of the area through his sniper scope proved fruitless as well. He was just about to reply to the others when his proximity sensor flared on his HUD. He instinctively rolled to the left from his prone position, which saved him from a massive hammer-blow that impacted upon the ground in which he had laid moments prior. He had hardly any time to react further as the form of a massive Trandoshan stood before him, raising a truly devastating looking maul up and around for another strike. Faison had time to just barely activate his jet boots, which propelled him over the rock ledge. He tucked his legs as tightly as he could into a ball, and his armored form impacted against the rocks underneath. Thankfully, his beskar'gam saved him from the worst of the effects normally suffered from a fall. But he wasted little time basking in his achievement, as he shouldered his sniper rifle, pulled out his hand cannon, and shot up once again with his boots into the air.

He crested the cliff within moments as the Trandoshan rushed to the edge to peer downward. It took another second or two for Faison to snap his crosshairs upon the Trandoshan, and punch a gaping hole into the assailant's thigh as he shot up. The Trandoshan wore armor of above average quality, but the close proximity of Faison coupled with the sheer stopping power of his hand cannon allowed for the shot to definitively punch through the Trandoshan's armor around the thigh, the round ripping through bone and sinew. The would-be attacker let out a loud, feral screech as he collapsed onto the cliffside. Faison landed a dozen feet away from the Trandoshan, both hands gripping his handcannon as he faced his attacker. <"We have company. I--"> Faison's words were cut short by a massive club-like object crashing across his back, throwing the Mandalorian bodily from his feet and throwing him several feet off to the side in a heap. He saw his proximity alert chime again, but he did not notice it in time to avoid the blow. He quickly tried to recover from the impact, and rolled onto his back near the same moment a viscious looking Nikto leapt on top of him, his club cast aside and a massive dagger clutched in his hands.

Faison's right hand caught the wrist of the Nikto's dagger-hand, with the two warriors struggling to gain the mastery over the other for several moments. As this struggle ensued, several rather large and fast missiles would come into view, speeding toward the Chronos One with dangerous precision. On the ground, dozens of speeder skiffs shot out from around the estate - some hidden within caves in the mountain bases surrounding it, others rounding corners of otherwise concealed glades, teeming with scores of armed thugs and soldiers. Within the facility, the seemingly abandoned estate also burst to life, as black-clad, mysterious assassins wearing armor reminiscent of the Ubese silently emerged from hidden compartments, with three such figures surging toward Tharil .

 

[Tharil]

Trap?

Trap.

Even if it was Tharia's blabbering that got the trap set up, it wouldn't be this intense this quick. That's part of the reason she was in such a rush. Hutt spies could be anywhere, and there was no doubt in her mind that the rival Hutts had someone in the other's court to give a heads up on things like a couple armored Mandos being hired to capture the other. This? The Si'kayha let out a sigh of annoyance, audible to her would be hunters.

Her sensors picked them up the moment they emerged.

A gout of flame erupted from her wrist as she turned, letting the red flame consume the black armored figures. The effect was instant. Fire clung to their bodies as they screamed and writhed, falling to the ground. Desperately trying to put the flames out. The Chiss watched only for a moment, then clicked on her com.

<Alright shit's hittin the fan real hard. Faison, get clear n' give us a sitrep on whatever the hells goin' on outside. Stone, get your ass in here. I've got a feelin' dear ol' Zic n' Fesch might've made a deal with some Beskar. Oh, n' send your ship off. They'll probably blow it up n' I don't wanna be sittin under it when it goes boom.> So much for a quick grab and bag. The screaming from the assassins around her stopped, leaving just smoldering corpses as she pulled out a datapad. Haphazardly scanning through what information she had on these damn huts.

"Fuckin' slugs I swear.."

Faison Kelborn | Stone Gra'tua

 

[Stone Gra'tua]

Location : Moltill Zic's Estate
Equipment : In Signature
Tags : Faison Kelborn Tharil

The osik was hitting the fan alright, and Tharia's warning came at the same time as Chronos One's missile lock alarms started blaring throughout the ship. On autopilot, the ship's evasive maneuvers were not up to the task, and despite the ship weaving wildly across the sky over the estate, several nearby detonations dangerously close sent it rolling sideways, way out of control, before one of the two engine pods detonated. Stone fell free, shaken loose from the open hatch by the explosion, and he fell to the ground, hard. Semi-conscious from the explosion so close, he barely had time to hit his thruster and stop himself from pancaking on the hard earth. His ship was out of sight already, a thick smoking trail showing the direction it had gone.

Kneeling in the mud, the Mereel Mandalorian took a moment to allow his systems to reboot, having been kicked as hard as the Mando inside the armour by the blast. Comms crackled back to life as his HUD flickered back into activity. He had come down some distance from Tharia's position, and his kriffing rifle had been in the ship. "I'm on the ground. Moving to your position, Vizsla. We've got a ton of hostiles inbound." A moment later, as he stood up, Stone saw the skiffs he'd heard whzzing in, packed with soldiers.

He drew his Westar-34s and fired, blasting away at the soldiers as several skiffs turned and moved in on his position. Concentrating one one of the three approaching hovering craft, he picked off the entire crew, while giving the other two only enough fire to keep their heads down. The skiff slowed as he took out the pilot, and the Mandalorian shot upward on jetpack fire, over the two nearby attacking skiffs, and onto the now unmanned one. Holstering one blaster while continuing to fire on the enemy with the other, Stone took up the controls one handed, and turned the skiff around, racing away towards Tharia, the other two skiffs in pursuit.