Dragon Palace Casino [Open to All] [Red Ravens]

[Mrrew]

(Sorry for taking so long to reply, I didn't get the notification)

Mrrew waded through crowds of gamblers and the like, seraching for any sign of [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]. Eventually, Lysle's minion appeared in the crowds. "Are you Mrrew?" The Togorian blinked at the minion, and nodded. "This way." The waiter turned around, and started dodging around people and making his way through the crowd. Mrrew followed on after him, gamblers and rich folk thinning out as little as he got close. They were used to all sorts of alien species, sure, but even the most anti-xenophope might get a little uneasy when faced with someone that has fangs as long as his hand.

Eventually, Mrrew crammed himself into a little elevator with the waiter, and he pressed a button or two. Loud elevator music played for awhile. After a solid two minutes, there was a loud 'ding' in the room where Lysle and the others met, and the Togorian stepped out. Five people, all human but one. He wasn't sure what that one was. They all appeared to be unarmed, like he was, but they coudl still pose a threat if they jumped him at once. He wasp retty sure nothing of the sort would happen- this was just a friendly buisness deal- but you could never be too sure. Ecspecially in a place like this. Mrrew was unsure which one was Ysle, so he simply stood there, waiting for someone to acknowledge him. Surely whicever one it was would reconize him- it's hard to forget an eight foot tall white cat.

 

[Avenix Wulfsorrow]

"Well that's a sight I don't see everyday, an Eight foot cat." Sebastion said dryly. "You wouldn't happen to be here for the gambling and women or are you looking for somebody." Sebastion couldn't help but fell intimidated by the Apex predator, but then he noticed the signs of a man once oppressed. "Ah fellow once-slave I see, when were you taken." Sebastion asked hoping not to sound too pushy about his past. Don't want to get on the bad side of something that can tear you in half in a blink, he already knew what that felt like.

 

[Manidark Zail]

Still healing from in the incident on Nar Shaddaa... flashback.

Zail heard the order, to run back towards the ship and indeed it was a great idea as it seemed that more meatbodies where entering the room, Zail moved in closer towards Lysle flipping over tables and shooting a Black Sun Agent in the face, and it seemed as time slowed as Zail's reflexes and adrenaline started up like a machine moving at 300mph, his suit adapted always to the situation and so did the man. Zail's visor detected three more guards before he could get to his leader and make sure he would not be extremely harmed or dead...
The stuff that keeps most beings alive was blow to hell, to pieces, limbs flew, skull fragments and brain matter splattered against walls and floors the unaware were dead with a drink in hand, while kissing, and some while attempting to kill The Red Ravens attack and escape method.

Zail's right leg, his weakness hit the bar counter while attempting to evade sudden death, pain... his leg buckled and sent him flying into the bar tap, bouncing off it from his right side. The blast, melted the right side of his body armor, it hurt, it hurt bad.


Present





Zail was in a nightmare, worms crawling in and out of his eye sockets, inside his brain... then he woke up, sweating, felt his leg and slight pain with a shockwave shot up it. Zail thought to himself, Whats worse? The Nightmare or the nightmare of waking up? He was in one of the rooms at the Dragon Place Casino, his armor being repaired by a bot, his Jawa friend sleeping in a bean baggish bed with his knife prod. After the events of taking out it seemed like thirty or so Black Sun affiliated crime lords, bosses, guards and associates, Zail's murder record had climbed, and so did the scars, working with The Red Ravens seemed rather enticing. After a couple hours Zail donned his armor and weapons, told his Jawa Rodrici to inspect his ship The Dark Vesicular.

Using the elevator to gain access to where Lysle would be, Zail looked out the windows at the sprawling city, and thought it looked rather nice and ugly at the same time, same crap, different day. The Casino itself was breath taking to Zail, walking, he found the group of renegades, looked for Lysle and said.

"Hello, that was pretty close eh? Whats plan now, sir?"


[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[Jen]

It had been a busy day for Jennifer, it was an exciting one and she had an awful lot to do. Preparations, that was.​

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As Jennifer entered the dining hall, in a more casual, non-working attire than usual, her amber in color eyes quickly scanned the room. There was a lot of people in here. And what was that, a giant white cat? She had never seen anything like it. Her eyes rested on it for a few seconds before she with a slight smile snapped out of it, how wonderful this universe was. Sporting so many odd types. Herself included, she glanced briefly towards her own tail she had gotten through her Ryn origins. Moving closer to the long-table afterwards.

In her hand right hand she was holding a thick heavy-duty datapad, scratched up from many years use. Yea, it was an old version, probably very outdated. Jennifer raised it slightly as if holding a list, quickly giving Lysle, Isaac and the rest seated a smile before loudly trying to interrupt everyones conversations by loudly pretending to be clearing her throat:

"HRM HRMM! Attention, attention. Good day to you all. Hi. Hello." She gave a few short waves, winks and nods as people's heads turned. Trying to make sure everyone was listening: "Sooo! Since you're all here I suppose you're lacking a mission. Or relaxing, lets pretend the relaxing part doesn't exist and get right to it. Aye? I'm in need of some muscle." Jennifer stated, an odd melodious accent heard in her voice, especially noticable for those who had not met her before. Almost as if she was singing her words, at least sort of.

"There will of course be pay, not as much as Lysle here usually gives out on missions, but some nonetheless." A smirk formed on her lips, her eyes calmly moving from person to person to see if anyone was interested. She was oddly confident for one of her age, standing so close to all these hardened criminals without a stutter. She continued to explain, talking fast in order to not get cut off: "There will be a shipment of.. Well. Not highgrade, but at the very least well crafted speeder motors taking off from the port in the main part of the city here on Antecedant in a few weeks. I propose we surprise them before they even leave harbor. They could prove an extremely valuable asset. And if I happen to be unable to do any work with them. Then I can sell them. I mean the motors, by the way." She took a deep breath, her smirk broadening considerably as she raised the heavy duty datapad of hers closer to her face, lifting a single finger as if about to sign something off, looking at those in the room.

"Anyone up for the task?"​

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[member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Jace Beleren"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Killian Holmes"] [member="Mrrew"] [member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Manidark Zail"] [member="Sebastion Wulfsorrow"]

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew looked over to the tailed humanoid as she began to stare. Was that Lysle? He was pretty sure Lysle was male... This is why he should get descriptions of the people he was meant to meet. The Togorian stayed quiet as she began to speak, hoping that whatevershe had to say would shed some light on the situation. ... Stealing speeder engines? He was beginning to think she thought he was a mercenary. The Togorian looked at the other faces in the room, staying quiet. He'd come here to discuss a contract with the Beast Hunter's Guild, not to help criminals steal a shipload of speeder parts. However, he wasn't here to disrupt a... 'missionb riefing', either. So Mrrew simply stepped aside, and stood next to the elevator, waitinng for Lysle to make himself known.

 

[Vassago]

A trio of speeders pulled up nearby the casino. Each was matte black and each was a sleek, though muted design. They were designed more for speed and handling, picked specifically off the open market for such attributes. The man who bought them cared little for who made the things, only that they performed adequately.

The speeders parked neat as you please in the alley nearby and the drivers turned them off. Silence fell into the dark and shadow for a moment before the occupants opened doors and emerged. Each wore a suit and tie, each wore a long coat over top. At a passing glance it appeared to be for warmth, but this was not the case. The long coats, the hats, and the high collars were to confuse onlookers. The coats muted the body's build and the hats hid the hair well enough. The collars kept the jawline more or less obscure. For all intents and purposes, it would be hard to determine each from the other.

Which was the goal.

From the rearmost speeder one of the occupants stepped from the vehicle. He was tall and guant, his face pale and tight over the bones like dried parchment. He looked more corpse than man, in a way. The other men gave him deference and followed his word. When he spoke, they listened. When he gave orders, they were carried out. One of the men whispered to another man. The words were obscure, but one stood out. One word, barely carried clearly on the wind. A whispered noise, barely decipherable.

Vassago.

A quiet order and the group made their way around to the front of the casino. They carried with them old-style slugthrowers. Submachine guns and silenced sidearms. Ammunition and, beneath the clothes and jackets, concealed body armor. They walked with a purpose, uncaring for the surveillance cameras around them, watching them.

This wasn't personal, nor was it about who had the biggest building or largest revenue. This was about presence. This was about status. This was about... reminding people who was really in charge.

They approached the entrance, weapons in sight. The guards there fell quickly to silenced slugs, bright blood staining the walkways and walls. Patrons began screaming and running, attempting to get away from the violence that visited them and the violence sure to come.

The corpse-man and his men calmly walked into the casino foyer and spread out. Roughly fifteen men against thousands of guards and even more patrons, not to mention however many other unique individuals there were in the crowd.

It appeared like suicide, but such wasn't the case. At least, not to Vassago's mind.

"Nothing personal," the gaunt-faced man said as weapons were leveled at patrons, guards, and employees alike. "Just business."

As the last syllable fell from Vassago's lips, fifteen automatic slug throwers opened up, their roars sounding as one.

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[member="Mrrew"]
[member="Jen"]
[member="Manidark Zail"]
[member="Sebastion Wulfsorrow"]
[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]
[member="Daxton Bane"]
[member="Colap Ticon"]
[member="LordAvalen"]
[member="Killian Holmes"]
[member="Isaac Ideus"]

 

[Kamon's OOC]

"That's what they tell me."

Killian slid into a seat and grabbed a menu which he promptly propped open in front of him. Order anything he wanted? Might as well hand him a bunch of credits to spend on whatever he felt like spending them on. He was so thoroughly engrossed in the menu that he didn't at first notice the presence of [member="Mrrew"] or [member="Jen"]. The two aliens got lucky in that regard. When it was his turn to order, he ordered a bottle of the most expensive wine on the menu, and a rare delicacy from Coruscant for his meal. Might as well live it up.

"Not exactly sure what I'm...."

Now he noticed the aliens and his eyes narrowed a bit. Fingers twitched but he didn't move. He probably should have noticed Daxton earlier, but the more humanoid aliens drew less ire from him. He forced himself to look back to [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"].

"Not exactly sure what I'm acting as a representative for, but that's why I've been sent here, yes."

 

[Xalus]

It wasn't hard for this particular mercenary to make his presence known. Standing well over seven feet tall, garbed from head to toe in thick armored plating, and the assault rifle at his chest made people look his way before quickly averting their gaze upon meeting Xalus' own. Of course the armed and menacing mercenary wouldn't make the main rooms his position of defense, but rather the front entrance. These weakling humans and their other security guard companions worked a little harder knowing that if things went wrong, Xalus would be there to haul their shebs to safety and crush any foes.

The guards in the front ranks who inspected the valued patrons of the Dragon Palace were within earshot, but that was more like gunshot now.

The three black and fairly silent speeders pulled up. Either it was someone of importance and the first and rear speeder carried guards, or they were here for some entirely different - and unknown - purpose. Xalus almost shrugged it off until he caught the scent of nervousness and fear, almost feeling the pounding heartbeats of someone about to do something exciting, stupid, or both.

As if on cue arising from the suspicious movements, almost a dozen automatic weapons opened up and tore through the crowd as the black-suited team made their way into the casino. This wasn't to happen on Xalus' watch, especially not when he had a perfectly capable CZ-836 assault rifle right here. Patrons ran into his massive frame, but the Gen'Dai didn't even notice their presences in his full out sprint.

Considering the attackers' positions, they were all aiming inwards, but not towards the rear. Xalus gave a predatory grin from behind his helmet as he raised the assault rifle and dropped the right-most assailant with a quick burst of four slugs. The second man was already falling down, his scream cut short, before the rest of the attackers took notice of the massive merc behind them. Stings of pain were no more than stings as Xalus emptied his magazine and threw down the weapon, charging at yet a fourth suited man. Steel hands clamped around his fleshy throat with a crunch, shattering bone and spurting out crimson fluids.

With the grace of a rhino, Xalus threw the gargling corpse at the group of men still firing at him.

[member="Vassago"]

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

Lysle welcomed Mrrew and Zail to the table, "Welcome," but Jennifer stood on a table and began to speak. Lysle's smile quickly faded when he realised what she was doing. His finger slowly curled and his fist clenched tight. "Done?" he asked through gritted teeth. She could jeopardise this entire thing in a single fell swoop. This night couldn't possibly get what. What relations he hoped with the Imperial Remnant had likely now been throw out the window, and the force only knows what the Beast Hunters Guild will think of it. "Forgive me for her behaviour, she's young," Lysle turned to the feline, slowly his fists shakily relaxed and a thin, fake smile curled his lips.

And the night got worse. With a multitude of corpses hitting the floor at the only entrance into the casino, gunfire opening up on the gaming floor and the screams of wailing citizens, Lysle lost it. He let out a guttural roar in frustration, fist clenching again and slamming hard against the wooden table. It left a dent in the wood where he slammed his balled fist. "Security, get on it, I want everyone," Lysle spoke into his earpiece with kept-rage. Only days ago an army-of-one had somehow not only gas-bombed the ladies bathroom, but somehow avoided the thousand security guards and more-so, the armada of Red Raven thugs. Logically thinking; there was no way of surviving. He had done the impossible. Two behemoth Herglics in the far room who waited for their boss stood, unsure how to act. Their immense eyes scanned the room and waited for any form of communication from him.

"You two, with me," Lysle said as he stood from the table, indicating to Colap and Isaac. From out of the back of his pants, an ELG-3A had been concealed along his waistline. "Security," Lysle tried to keep his tone reasonable, "Retract my order. Get to the entrance, keep the customers flowing out, and don't let the assailants leave." He placed a power cell into the stock of the blaster, looking to Zail and Sebastion, "You two," he turned to Jen, "Make sure my honoured guests don't get killed by a group of morons." When Lysle moved from the table, the Herglic were quick to flank him. Huge bouldering giants of meat and muscle. A waiter approached Lysle, and it was clear he was not an ordinary employee when he held out a SIW Submachine Gun for his boss. Lysle took it, checking its magazine was in, and flicked the safety.

Lysle moved for the stairwell. He was racing down, and the titan Herglic found it easy to catch up to him as each step brought them down an entire flight of stairs before turning around and repeating the process. The sounds of gunfire was louder now, and when the two orcas burst out from the stairwell and onto the gaming floor, they were welcomed to the sight of Xalus having at Vassago and his thugs. The Herglic stepped forward, firing E-11 blasters that looked like miniature pistols in their great grasp. Lysle fell to a crouch, taking cover behind the literal meat shields he had bought from Hion the Herglic, and opened fire with the SIW on Vassago. He had to thank Subach for the new tech, and recent contract. High rate of fire alongside armor-piercing rounds.

[member="Xalus"] [member="Vassago"] [member="Mrrew"] [member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Jen"] [member="Killian Holmes"] [member="Manidark Zail"] [member="Sebastion Wulfsorrow"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Vassago"] [member="Xalus"] [member="Killian Holmes"]

Ahh the poor bastards that attacked the Casino. Time and time again they were driven off and yet still they came back, like plague rats and rakghouls.

Colap heard the commotion and he knew the other heard it too. The unmistakable sound of slughtrowers crackling beneath them in the atrium. He had been prepared for this and walked behind the bar quikly snapping on his armor plates and moving towards the crates he had stacked behind it.

A massive rotary laser cannon came out of the crate almost as large as him and he hefted it with a grin as his faceplate slid down blue eyes glowing.

"Well gentlemen I'm afraid I'll have to excuse myself. Got some business to take care of."

As Colap made his way down the steps with the massive weapon of doom he radioed the nearest platoon of guards.

"Cryoban the lobby on my mark."

"Roger that sir, standing by."

Colap walked down the steps spotting Xalus and the gray coated men. Proper mafia thugs though they were they were outnumbered and out gunned.

"Mark!"

Twenty cryoban grenades sailed down into the atrium. As they detonated icy liquid flash froze the entire floor. Anyone standing on the floor would be stuck to it. Colap cackled loud and hard and unleashed a throaty roar.

"Say hello to my little friend!"

The rotary cannon spun to life with a WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Thousands of blaster round per minute rained down into the atrium. They smashed every surface rebounding ad bouncing around. Smoke and fire began to billow as the cannon laid unholy hell upon the mafia wannabees.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax Bane kicked back in his chair which had to have been made from the finest Corellian leather. His black boots clunked up on the desk of his very own office in the "Employees Only" area of the Dragon Palace Casino on Antecedent, the new Secretary of the Red Ravens felt that life was pretty good. The Chiss slicer hadn't really gotten a chance to mingle too much with the other Ravens just yet because there was so much to do, from fixing a minor memory leak in the CryptNet to installing new anti-slicing measures of his own device. (And his software was a kriffing work of art, if he didn’t mind saying so himself.) The young Chiss also now had an insane amount of tech at his disposal. The Ravens had given the slicer the best equipment that money could buy, along with views of each and every one of the Casino’s security Holocameras.

He was just starting to decorate his office, when he heard the shrill whine of security alarms and excited chatter over the CryptNet. The next thing he knew, he his boss was screaming bloody murder. Something was happening. Again. Never a dull moment around here.

Cryax sprang into action and scanned the real time security footage, blinking his red eyes in disbelief. The scene was revolting. On the main floor, group of thugs were blatantly shooting up the place with slugthrowers and submachine guns and it was a frelling bloodbath. The Casino was a fortress with nearly one thousand guards milling around, so he wondered what the end game was for this suicide mission.

Adrenaline rising, he remembered his boss Mr. Rigger’s orders in an event like this. He instinctively locked his office door, which was safeguarded with encryption only a slicer of his caliber could break into. He should know. He had encoded it himself.

He then took command of a couple SI/BTI-X041 "Mirari" Bodyguard Droids that the Casino had just purchased. They were so fresh out of the box that there was not one scratch on their lamanium outer skins and they had that “new droid” smell that Cryax loved.

The Droids humming to life, he issued a few commands to send the metal mammoths barrelling through one of the side exits looking for some getaway rides.

[member="Xalus"] [member="Vassago"]

[member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[Avenix Wulfsorrow]

Sebastion was talking to Mrrew when suddenly the room was lit up by gunfire from a group of assailants, and the other Ravens. He threw down his drink and was about to go and assist his fellow Ravens, but then Lysle told him to go and protect the guests. Sebastion walked over to where Lysle's guests were and introduced himself. "Hello, my name is Sebastion and I suppose I'm your personal guard until the night is over, we should probably head out the back if you want to get to safety. I know the way." said Sebastion as he semi-disappointingly put his blasters away. One of the assailants flanked the guests, but Sebastion disarmed him and broke his neck. "Well gentleman, I suppose we should be leaving." Sebastion was waiting for his fellow Raven to arrive.

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member=LordAvalen] [member=Colap Ticon] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member=Xalus] [member=Killian Holmes] [member=Vassago] [member=Manidark Zail] [member=Mrrew] [SIZE=14.4444446563721px][member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Daxton Bane"][/SIZE]

 

[Cryax Bane]

Sorry mispost. Move along, nothing to see here.

 

[LordAvalen]

After hearing the all the commotion from whatever it was that was going on, Jace finally rose from his quaint sleep in one of the corner booths. Damn Lysle, he thought to himself, couldn't he have woken me up for some of the fun. As Jace got up from his table, he made a loud yawn, and had a quick stretch, before reaching for his comm link on the table, "I hear shooting Lysle, where do you need me?", asking the boss this was merely a formality, for there was no way Jace was going to miss out on the carnage downstairs, he flicked on his twin sabers and descended the stairs.

When he reached the atrium, he saw several thugs with slugthrowers at the door. Fools, he thought to himself, do they even know who their dealing with? and with that Jace charged headfirst into their ranks, using the fleeing patrons as a distraction and melting the stray slugs that pinged his way.

[member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Xalus"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Sebastion Wulfsorrow"] [member="Vassago"]

 

[Vassago]

Just as planned, for the most part. Four of his men went down to the armored behemoth that they'd somehow missed by the door. There were worse things, though. That was, until things started heating up. Well, cooling down, as it were.

The cryoban grenades were a nice touch, if an expensive one. As was the rotary blaster that someone had scrounged up. Herglics and blasters and droids galore in all directions. He'd kicked the hornets' nest, sure enough. That was what he wanted. Not the attention. No, he wasn't petty enough to do something so drastic just for someone to go 'look at him.' No, this was to teach a lesson. Anyone could be hit at any time. No one was safe, no one was secure. Guards could only do so much, technology could only guard against so much.

With a gesture, the remaining men flicked on a device beneath their coats, though one more man fell, his hand finding the device too slowly. Personal shields went up, blocking the worst of the cryoban and blaster fire, though the temperature dropped significantly and they had but maybe a minute of power left with the volume of fire. Probably less, especially with the fire from the rotary blaster someone pulled from who knows where and, if Vassago's eyes didn't deceive him, two Herglics flanking some skinny kid in cheap-looking clothes, all carrying and shooting weapons.

The body thrown by the armored giant landed nearby and some young buck with lightsabers charged at them, but Vassago and his men were already moving. With a tip of his hat and a quick burst from his slugthrower at the twin saber wielding punk, Vassago and his men slipped out of the casino, giving the armored monster a wide berth. The corpse-man ejected the empty magazine from his slugthrower and realized he had run dry entirely. He tossed the slugthrower to the ground and pulled his sidearm from the holster within his jacket. In his other hand, he pulled a small, simple tube from a pocket and depressed the stud at the top. He then tossed the tube away, letting it clatter across the concrete.

Another quiet word and they fell back to the speeders, using them as cover. Vassago calmly and casually stepped behind the center speeder and felt a sewer grate beneath his feet. It wasn't big enough for a man, but it was a sewer grate nonetheless. He kept firing with his pistol, waiting for the casino occupants' next move. Meanwhile, two more men went down to enemy fire, their shields failing and their bodies shredded.

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[member="Sebastion Wulfsorrow"]
[member="Cryax Bane"]
[member="Colap Ticon"]
[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]
[member="Xalus"]

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[member="LordAvalen"] - Sorry, gimme a sec to edit, though you may as well. Slugs can't be deflected away.

Update: Mkay, edited to include your post. My laptop didn't tell me you'd posted before I did, so I missed it lol

 

[Cryax Bane]

The two armored Miraris went clunking down the street, driven remotely by Cryax. It looked like the assailants he had spotted on the Holocams alright, some of them anyway. The Chiss wasn't entirely sure how many there were, but the unknown gang was crouched down behind their getaway speeders, falling back. He chuckled, entertained at being able to christen the Droids on this search-and-destroy mission.

The slicer punched in a few buttons and the two hulking Miraris unleashed on the group, decimating the speeders with heavy blaster fire. Surely it was enough to kill a few the of engines and disable their rides.

[member="Vassago"] [member="LordAvalen"] [member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Sebastion Wulfsorrow"] [member="Xalus"]

 

[Xalus]

The hulking mercenary didn't let these men keep a wide berth from him. Considering the recent attack on the Dragon Palace, Xalus wasn't one for just letting armed men slip out of their base of operations so easily. In fact, they hadn't even been firing at him and instead concentrated their rifle and pistol fire on that young punk with a lightsaber. Bending down, the Gen'Dai picked up his rifle that had been tossed down previously and cocked a fresh mag of BANG rounds into it - explosive ammunition.

Most of the civvies had already been fleeing further into the Dragon Palace casino, armed guards were now preparing to make their counterattack and even some advanced battle droids were heading towards the speeders with the intent of destruction. It wasn't hard for the experienced mercenary to pinpoint who their leader was: the one in the middle and the furthest back.

"Die."

He had already been charging at their position, his assault rifle firing wildly at their speeders and personnel. It was a matter of seconds before steel-muscled legs propelled him across the street and over the hood of the middle speeder. He wanted this man for himself, to see the life crushed out of his form. If things went as planned, his lunge forward would result in another grip around the throat. If not, the Gen'Dai would find another way to pummel the life out of this piece of scum.

[member="LordAvalen"], [member="Vassago"], [member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Jace Beleren]

Jace continued to charge at the assailants who showed up on their door step, annoyed that they ran as soon as he got close, but as he continued to charge, a few shots made contact with his armor, and though they were stopped, the impact of the slugs left a sharp pain in his right calf and forearm. He also noticed one of the men throw a small tube across the concrete. In an attempt to avoid the damage, Jace used the Force to levitate the object and tossed into a small group of the attackers behind some bikes to his left. He then jumped over the bikes and engaged several of the gang members in close combat., weaving around to protect himself from the other gunners.

@Vassago@Sebastion Wulfsorrow[member="Colap Ticon"][member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"][member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Xalus"]

 

[Isaac Ideus]

Isaac rolled his eyes and smiled cheekily at the rage which was building up inside Lysle. He had giant cats, dismissive guests and a drunk girl causing chaos in the once serene boardroom. Isaac's inappropriate grin was wiped clean from his face when the sound of gunfire disrupted the "ambiance". The less combat oriented began to duck for cover while a few scrambled to attention. Lysle, frustrated with the general ineptitude of his hired security, pointed at Isaac and Colap and demanded them to help him take care of this issue personally. Isaac nodded and jumped to attention, pulling his blaster from his waist. As Lysle and Colap grabbed heavier weapons, Isaac scrambled into the back room and grabbed a few fragmentation and ion grenades, shoving them in his coat pockets as he returned to the boardroom and followed the two men and Lysle's bouldering beast bodyguards.

The small crew ran down a flight of stairs to confront the enemy. "You're not losing the damn targets this time!" he yelled to Colap. As the group neared the main battlefield in and just outside of the entrance gala, Isaac shouted that he was going through the emergency exit in order to flank them. The door was 20 meters from the main entrance, and it would provide cover and surprise, as the goons were being held down by a tremendous amount of Raven firepower. Isaac ran to the exit and nudged the door open. He saw a group of gangsters, some with energy fields, engaged in a firefight near their getaway speeders. Isaac wasn't going to have any of that. He pulled out an ion grenade from his coat pocket, judged the distance, and threw it in an arc which landed right under the center getaway speeder. It exploded with a brilliant flash and the familiar sound of electronics being scrambled. They certainly weren't getting away on those things. He saw a gangster crouch behind an incapacitated speeder and attempt to open up a manhole cover. This, of course, was futile, as the ground was now frozen solid with ice and not even a Wookie was going to lift that manhole cover. The group had energy shields activated, but they were running low on power and these shields were often unreliable, especially if shot from the side or back. Isaac took a knee, his eyes locked on the ringleader who was kneeling near the manhole cover and ducking the return fire. He drew his pistol and aimed the iron sights at center mass. Isaac was known as an exceptional pistoleer, as it was a skill he had been training incessantly since he found himself in this line of work. He held his breath, target sighted, and pulled the trigger. This was not going to be that man's lucky day.

[member="Vassago"] [member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Jace Beleren"] [member="Xalus"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Vassago"]

Ya know some situations just called for mad firepower. And this was one of those rare moments where Colap got to enjoy his drunken ass in full. He ripped the spent tibana drum from the rotary cannon and moved out onto the street laughing madly. With a grunt he slammed another cartridge in, driven by mad whiskey strength and ripped on the trigger.

"Die mo fo's!"

The street lit up with another

WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!

And the speeders were surely in his path of fire as the wild volley of rounds ripped up the street and chaos ensued!