Go Forth and Steal--Justice Shipping

[Thraxis]

A smile washed over his face as the Rodian approached, he had little idea who he was, but as far as he was concerned, he was the closest thing to a kind greeting he had gotten all day, "Oh, finally someone with some level of courtesy around here. I was thinking James had hired a group of pricks." he said as he walked past, with full intention of showing what happens when you treat someone with a level of decency, he made his approach, arm outstretched with an opened palm, "Hello there Bazinki, my name is Thraxis, I am leading this mission." he inquired, a calmed voice almost methodical rushing form his voice, his entire demeanor warped to accommodate the single man.

Then it all came crashing down, he realized now the gun aimed directly at his back as he sighed, his head slowly bending around as his eyes widened, staring death itself directly at Dominik, "A man who has the courtesy to be respectful Dominik." his voice trembled with joy, it was rare to experience such a piqued reaction from anyone who he made his acquaintance with.

After a few moments of a handshake he returned to his previous composition, "Now then, since there are no more questions, we have two days to prepare ourselves. If you need to restock on any...." he paused looking back towards Dominik, he was glad he had two days, it would be enough time to forget what he had done. "Explosives...." he groaned before looking back around the rest, "Or anything you might believe we shall need, go get them then meet me back here." he said before spending the next few moments checking his equipment and the pad.

(OOC: Just write the time skip into your next post, we don't need another detour like earlier.)
[member="Dominik Borra"] [member="Bazinki"] [member="Neiros Starwind"]

 

[Bazinki]

The rodian gave a short, happy hum at the hand Thraxis left sitting within the air awaiting a shake. So, Bazinki gave it a firm one with his own hand, then turned his head to see that a weapon was drawn on him. The brows over his large, black eyes furrowed at the threat. When the handshake was over, the rodian turned his hand and let it shape into a mock pistol, pointing his fingers towards the cyborg's head. The hand suddenly rocked back, as if shot, and Bazinki added his impression of a blaster sound:

"Byeow! Ha! Dead! Shot first, you too slow!" The rodian teased, letting his hand harmlessly drop back down at his belt, where his real pistol was at. He did not touch it, however, should Dominik notice. The alien brought his attention back to Thraxis, nodding his head in acknowledgement.


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Without much interference (presumably), Bazinki would return two days later, everything he could need on his form or nearby his persons. Only this time, a large pouch was tied to his belt that carried three grenades in case things get hairy: two frag, one ion should they encounter any droid-related resistance. The rodian gave a Huttese greeting to Thraxis, then peered around for the others...


[member="Thraxis"] | [member="Dominik Borra"]

 

[Dominik Borra]

If Dominik could give [member="Thraxis"] and [member="Bazinki"] a disgusted, rolling eye look through his helmet, he would as he holstered his pistol.

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2 days later, he would be the first there. He would bring only one case carrying the DC-17m, and five thermal detonators on his belt. If nobody wanted the DC, the so be it. But maybe someone would want it. He would recheck around the entire hanger for any security flaws. Bugs, loops in security footage, anything, and found nothing. When he returned to the area, the Rodian was giving the Filth a greeting.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis spent the next two days wisely, drinking, managing, getting everything in order for the assault, he had little time to spare, and was going to be on a tight schedule getting all the man power he could, but with a bit of encouragement, he managed fine enough.

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Slowly the day came, and with a humble roar, a sheen of metal cascading through space before entering the Atmosphere,its humble roar becoming a proud scream, the light of the engines peppering on and off as it made its descent, landing with a hard tap as steel met concrete, and the grinding of gears became audible with the silence of the engine, then stepped Thraxis, a strides taken as an aggressive roar decimated any noise behind him, men armed with little more then common Blaster Pistols and makeshift sticks from anything they could find, Steel Pipes, Spears made from brooms, anything they could scavenge was their tool.

As he walked down the glisten of stale blood coating his armor became visible, the scars of a recent skirmish fresh on his armor, a loud yawn as he made his approach to the Present group, "Morning everyone. I trust you all had a good sleep?" he said as his arms stretched out, a scratching against his armor as he looked over the present men and women.
[member="Dominik Borra"] [member="Bazinki"]

 

[Bazinki]

Bazinki nodded his head wildly at [member="Thraxis"] and further replied with "Yes! Good, good sleep!"

It was hard to imagine those giant, bug-like eyes of his closed instead of catching and shining the soft glare from the lights nearby. Hell, he seldom blinked once one got used to looking at him. These said eyes averted away from Thraxis to carry his gaze over towards Dominik, who had just returned carrying a case that concealed more weaponry. His gaze turned curious, only looking away to glance at Thraxis' entourage a moment before returning to the case.

He hummed. "What in case? Blaster?" The rodian inquired curiously.

[member="Dominik Borra"]