Grand Teth Auto! [Red Ravens Dominion of Teth]

[Cryax Bane]

Location: The streets of Peroon, en route to Hutt palace
Objective: Storm the Hutt palace
People involved: [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="GM Opposition."]

Relief washed over Cryax when Logan sprinted up to him. The Chiss knew to be hoofing it to the Hutt's palace on his own wasn't the smartest thing. While wearing light Kevlar underneath his trenchcoat, the slicer was still a very soft target. It was perfect that the Chiss had what was basically a walking army now traveling with him.

Cryax grinned at the merc. "Glad to see you made it to the operation. Ready to show some slugs the door?" To answer Logan's question he simply said, "Until we hook up with Raven forces, I could use some personal protection." He slowed his brisk pace so that the men could talk. "Once I code-break their security systems, I can take over some of their security droids, and then you can go nuts."

As they made their way through the streets of Peroon, the Chiss scanned his glowing eyes down every street and alleyway they passed. "The slugs have a ton of spies and we might very well be ambushed en route. Snipers, gang members, swoop bikers. This may not be an easy run so keep your eyes peeled."

 

[Saki lin]

Location:hyperspace
Objective: stop all traffic to and from teth
*Five minutes till we arrive to teth*
Her pilot said as the entire ship was getting ready for battle, she moved around the main chair back and forth nervously excited, this was her first engagement without ice but her first engagement with the ravens. Setting down she prepared herself
*one minute till we reach teth*
Good when we get there stay away the the space station and turn the ship right 90degrees
*aye aye captain*
Location:above teth
The carrier corvette exited hyperspace above the planet, not even a second she could see a battle already erutping on the space station, at the same time as ordered the Corvette turned 90 and had guns pointing at the planet"
*ma'm were in orbit should we remain in the spot or follow orbit?*
She rubbed her chin before nodding"keep all radar online I'm sure the hurt has some fleet and yes let's follow orbit"with that they followed the orbit guns ready at a minutes notice"get me on the secured comm to [member="Cryax Bane"] I'm going to let him know I arrived"her comma officer nodded and quickly patched in"cryax this is Saki Lin I'm above the planet now nothing is getting past"she lowered her voice"if more frigate's hurry up

 

[RC 212]

Location: en route to Shipyards
Objective 1: There is a shipyard in orbit with a network of spies, disgruntled workers and saboteurs. Steal all available vessels and defend against the Local crimelords forces.


They reached the ramp of the SD very quickly and violently. As they rushed the doors more mercenary’s poured out trying to stop Lisa and her team. The halls were long, white and strile. dim light shone through the overhead lamps, flickering on and off.
As the crimson bolts of the enemy fired Lisa barrel rolled as the squadron split and ducked behind a rough shod steel container. Blaster bolts riddled her cover and the smell of oxidizing metal began to fill the air.

PFFt
PFFT

Two more sniper rounds fired off in quick succession, blowing the brains of the offending mercs into the bulkheads, painting a masterpiece of crimson and brain.

"Theres too many of them, we need to clear the way!"

"I got that."

The animal inside Lisa became uncaged. She began to draw dark energy into her self and mold it in her core. As the rage and anger and pain came out from her hidden cages she let red haze clog her vision. The plates beneath her feet began to buckle and groan at the great evil manifesting around her body.

Then she shaped the darkness and sent a devastating punch into the floorboards. With a groan of splitting metal and screeching like nails on chalkboard they began to split evenly in half, the crack travelling swiftly down the halls.

The deck of the hallway opened up as hapless mercenary’s plunged through it, unsettled an unaware of what was happening.

"Holy shit!"

"Shut up keep moving, avoid the center of the hall!"

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Riding into town

Objective: Lead rebelling citizens in the battle to lock down the perimeter of their town

"These are the Hutts. I'd be disappointed if we weren't needed before it's all said and done." Flashing a grin Keira hopped onto the speeder bike directly from her perch on the tank, slowing her descent onto the vehicle with the Force, revving the engine as she awaited further orders, matching speed with the larger machine. So far it was slow going, but hopefully that would change soon. She was never one with good patience when it came to waiting around, especially when it came to battle situations such as this.

Thus far things seemed, and felt, relatively calm and quiet, something she didn't expect from a world seemingly dominated by the Hutts and their own sort of criminal underworld. At the very least she'd expected a badly timed ambush, at most snipers littering the rooftops en route that would make things trickier. But no dice. And that didn't sit well with her. However inexperienced she might have been with this sort of operation, she knew well enough when it was a bad sign that things were going smoothly, and the Force told her what pure instinct didn't.

"It's a bit quiet so far, don't you think?" She raised her voice to be heard over both the tank and the speeder, looking up at the man in question.

[member="Darth Morgoth"]

 

[Eeth Forte]

Location: The streets of Peroon
Objective: Capture or kill the Red Ravens!
People involved: [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Lenix Ornil"] [member="io eyeballs"] [member="Darth Morgoth"] [member="Lisa Ticon"]

Eeth Forte had a bone to pick with the Red Ravens. After the criminal syndicate had ousted the governor of Makeb in their takeover of the mining planet, the governor's former bodyguard was not only out of a job, but had also been captured by their Chiss. Unfortunately for the Ravens the cell he was being kept in on Makeb happened to be guarded by former security forces of the Makeb Business Council, and held a shaky allegiance to the Ravens. Their allegiance to credits, however, was sound, and the Chagrian bribed them with generous amounts in order to gain his freedom.

Word on the street was that the organization was hitting Teth next so Eeth hopped on the next shuttle. Armed with a carbine rifle and a shock whip, the wily Chagrian stalked the streets of Peroon with two piggish Gamorean guards in tow, looking for any signs of the little Red Rats.

 

[Lok Jorunn]

Aboard the Trident
High Orbit, Teth
Objectives 1-3

"Raise the blinds, boys!"

The symphonic chorus of affirmative shouts and yells rang in a single instant as the cloaking device to a literal Star Destroyer came down. The Trident was its name and conquering the helpless was its game. Currently, it was a mere few kilometers away from the space station itself. Both the crew and its captain had to take their hat off to this brand-new vessel and its oh-so glorious stealth technology that made hunting so much easier. For now, Lok would be leading his masses from the front. It was a good day to stretch his legs.

"Jenkins, Hopper, open up on those shield generators and defenses. Use ion cannons, swabbies."

Hopper snorted, "Swab my ass you grease-ball."

"Get to work." The lion offered the crewman a short grin before tugging the CZ-840 Combat Shotgun from his back sling and sped off to the hangar bay as the Trident began to thrum to life with the pounding of heavy ion cannons. Soon enough, he was in a shuttle and speeding off.

 

[Saki lin]

One minute she was the only ship stopping anything next a star destroyer popped up "open comms to them "with a blur her comms officer patched her in to [member="Lok Jorunn"] " this saki to unidentified ship come in"she would give them time to identify themselves, she watched their guns start firing "well at least those at aimed at us

 

[Sydney Kandossii]

Location: Shipyards
Objective 1: There is a shipyard in orbit with a network of spies, disgruntled workers and saboteurs. Steal all available vessels and defend against the Local crimelords forces.

If there was one thing Zooey knew it was ships. She had grown up around them and basically had learned to fly before walking. Her family were all in the Navy in high respected positions. It was expected that she would follow suit and for a time
She thought that she would. The young woman had even gone to the academy but things had gone south.

As she heard footsteps Zooey hide in a empty room as workers ran past her unaware of her because they either didn't see her or they just didn't care.

Poking her head out of the room she looked right and left to make sure the coast was clear before continuing her way to the shipyard. She wanted to pick up a nice ship for herself here.

 

[Reserved 3]

Location: The Streets
Goal: Arrest Criminals

I was thinking this was all crap till this shit hit the fan, in a instant, the Red Ravens were already beginning the assault. In my sprint to run down a criminal I was beginning to weeze, I needed to stop smoking so much. I had my pistol out, and it wasnt doing any good as this guy was fast. He had taken something, but I wasnt sure what. "Stop!" I yelled after him, and took a pop shot at him. Missed him by a inch at the leg. It did, however, make him trip in fear, trip over what, I dont know. I was now on him like fur on a kath hound. I slammed him into the permacreate, and grabbed his wirst. I bent backwards behind his back. I cuffed him up, and rolled him over, "What did you take?" I screamed in his face.

 

[The Upright Man]

Location: Streets
Allies: Red Ravens
Enemies: [member="Ezio Kells"]
Objective: Apprehend
Equipment: (1) DXR-2, (2) ECD, (2) MT-14, (2) V-1, (Gloves) Crushgaunt.
Theme: Hunger of the Pine



Julian Solo had been watching the thief from a rooftop, resting his hands on a single knee and as knelt. "Holy feth," Julian exclaimed in shock. He didn't know why he should be shocked, he killed for a living. He just wasn't used to seeing security officers take shots at criminals for a simple grab n' run. Surely that was against his code, or whatever the officers of the galaxy lived by. Nonetheless, he rose. He was sent here as security detail, to make certain nothing went awry, and this was a potential screw-up he needed to halt. Standing on his two feet, Julian Solo leapt and came crashing down on the pavement of the street below. "Aye mate, how about you let him go." He reached for his blasters, "That's an order."

 

[Dredge]

LOCATION: Teth Sewers bellow the combat
OBJECTIVE: Kill Everyone
Allies:
Enemies: All living things
Musical score: http://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=6DdIfXVpWFk

With each step and splash Dredge walked through the sewers of Teth, darkness and Vong at his back. The ex Yuuzhan Vong overlord was here to deliver a message to those who had attacked his once allies the black suns. He cared not about their petty lives and existence, but he owed a favor to the Suns whether they knew it or not and this was his way of paying his debt to them for the battle of the Silken Asteroids. Behind Dredge dozens and dozens of Graug and Yuuzhan Vong stepped behind him in formation that would make even clone troopers look bad. The armor clad Vong had heard of fighting upon this planet with the ravens and he had quickly arrived to to have a bit of fun. He had brought a few small civilian transports that now lay empty and abandoned across different parts of the city. However he did not carry many troops with him, he instead had the men behind him carry large crates upon hover pallets pushing them through various parts of the sewers beneath the red raven forces and civilian dwellings.

Reaching a large atrium area where the sewer opened up into a main drainage center Dredge held up a fist and looked down at the pit where raw sewage ran to be recycled. A metallic bridge ran from a seven foo duracrete ring around the drain pit. towards the center a control panel was held that would shut down tunnels various flows "Here." He said with cold malice and distain in his voice. "Yet Goth." The Vong behind him bowed and looked to the other men to give directions in a foreign language known between Graug and Yuuzhan Vong. Jumping down to the ring of duracrete around the atrium other Yuuzhan Vong and Graug carrying crates shoved their way through tunnels to set them down on the concrete ring. Dredge stepped down and smiled at the boxes letting a hand run down across them. The boxes roared and shook as Dredge began to let his aura of flames engulf the armor that encased him. Letting hatred and the force flow through him he laughed loudly and was ready to start his plan. A solid twenty large metallic boxes shook around the atriums ring waiting to be unleashed in the center of town.


Dredge jumped down and walked towards the center of the ring on the bridge, fire engulfing his body as rage and anger poured through him in unrelenting torrents. "TODAY MY CHILDREN!! WE SHALL RETURN THE PLAGUE!! WE SHALL SPREAD THE HOLY GOSPEL!! THE END IS NIGH!!" Steam grew in the air as the water around the atrium began to evaporate into steam from the sheer heat of the fire. Dredge lifted his hands into the air and screamed his final rhetoric. "THE END IS NIGH FOR HERETICS!! FOR THE BLESSED PATH! FOR THE FALLEN HORDE!!" An explosion of a massive magnitude tore through dredge and the street above him exploded outwards sending blocks of concrete into the homes of civilians, into red raven troops and that of rebels. Into everyone! Steam rose from the crater and a union of screams bellowed out from beneath the surface. Graug stood on top of the cages that were going wild with blood lust and fury. And in a second the doors opened to reveal the eyeless faces of the Rakghoul plague.

"KILL THEM ALL!!" Dredge roared and the monsters in the cages climbed the walls to begin making their way on the streets of the city. Dredge looked up roared and jumped onto the streets to land with loud bang. Reaching behind him he drew the sith sword of Darth Vulcanus and watched the plague commence. Rakghouls roared and bite into civilians and troopers alike tearing people into bloody corpses or converting them into one of their own. Bellow the Graug and Yuuzhan Vong began a chant that echoed through the sewers and out past the steam

"VRAS VRAS VRAS VRAS VRAS VRAS!!" The word repeated over and over again, meaning only one thing. Kill...

[member="Saki lin"] [member="Eeth Forte"] [member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="Zooey Walsh"] [member="Ezio Kells"] [member="Julian Solo"] [member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Lenix Ornil"] [member="Dasha the Hutt"] [member="Lisa Ticon"] [member="GM Opposition."] [member="Darth Morgoth"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="io eyeballs"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"]

 

[Ragos Terrek]

Ragos, stalked through the streets and watched as the rakghouls, savaged all but their Vong masters around them. The metallic stink of blood permeated the air, it mixed with the terror, hopelessness and pain that engulfed every thing. It was intoxicating, Ragos’ head was swimming and his heart pounded as he drank deep from the well of emotion.

He had pledged himself to the Vong lord [member="Dredge"], in hope that this creature, this monster would lead him to…something. He could not think of what that thing was, he could not think of anything. He was too entrenched in the pain of the people here. Their pain, their fear, it strengthened him, it would give him the power to become…something.

He waited for orders from his Lord Dredge. He was sure, they would be nothing more complex than, “kill, stomp, destroy.” but sometimes it was the simple things were the best things.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Location: The streets of Peroon, en route to Hutt palace
Objective: Storm the Hutt palace, Not get bit by Rakghouls
People involved: [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"]

Swarming like angry wasps, Peroon rioters filled up the streets, and armed with anything they could get their hands on, looted nearby stores and clashed violently with Hutt forces. But there was something else happening. Something much more dark and terrifying than a mere civilian uprising. Cryax's blood ran cold as he rounded a corner and instinctively covered his nose and mouth, as the horrifying sights and smells overwhelmed his senses. Amid the sickening sounds of dark chanting and the rancid smell of burning flesh, Rakghouls were loose on the streets, tearing into the flesh of any organic being they could sink their claws into. The Chiss slicer had the sinking feeling the Ravens were no longer fighting only the Hutts, but a more powerful galactic enemy.

Stopping in his tracks, the Chiss spied a security Droid facility across the street with shiny new droids in the window. Cryax elbowed Logan to get the man's attention. "This way," he said, pointing to the showroom. He knew if he could get in there he could jack some droids, and with enough of them under his command, they could mow down some of the creatures on the way to the Palace.

[member="Ragos Terrek"] [member="Ezio Kells"] [member="Zooey Walsh"] [member="Saki lin"] [member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Julian Solo"] [member="Dredge"] [member="Lenix Ornil"] [member="Darth Morgoth"] [member="io eyeballs"] [member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Dredge]

"KILL THEM ALL!! KNOW MY NAME!! I AM DREDGE TRUE LEADER OF THE YUUZHAN VONG!! AND I HAVE COME FOR MY REVENGE!!" The inhuman voice radiated from the Sith powered Yuuzhan Vong as he gripped his sword and cut down those who stood in his path. Lost in the darkside Nexus that was his sword and armor Dredge let out a blood thirsty cry of rage letting fire wash out of him roasting a squad of Red Raven infantry in a flash of searing heat and a wave of fire. The squads corpses stood in a perfect stance of where they took their last breaths, frozen in time as statues of charred black flesh and armor. Moving forward Dredge pushed his way down the street hordes of Rakghouls at his back pushing forward past him to savage more people.

"YOUR LIVES ARE AT AN END!! YOUR SONS SHALL BE SLAIN! YOUR WOMEN AND CHILDREN WILL BE MY SLAVES!!" Dredge howled up into the air before bringing his focus on a group of civilians fleeing the combat, "DIE HERETICS!!" He screamed pointing his sword at them. With a surge of rage and hatred the eyes carved into the skull glowed a bright red, traces of power light up the sword in a display of scarlet before a joust of flame three meters thick left the tip of the sword to roast the families that fled into instant black statues of their former selves. Mothers clung to their children and fathers held their families, their lives brought to a tragic end. Pushing the flame to the side the joust of force flames ignited a building setting it ablaze to burn all those within their homes.

Rakghouls sprinted on all fours through the streets chasing down their prey to dive on them and infect the citizens and soldiers of this world. A young woman's corpse on the ground twitched suddenly. It spasmed again and the body began to shake furiously now. The skin beneath began to tear and change as blood soaked the streets and claws jetted out where her fingertips once were. The contorted face of the woman ripped and changed until it was something else. The eyes were gone and were now replaced by pale clammy skin. The fresh rakghoul howled and lifted it's arms into the air to find it's first meal. They had begun to infect the local population

"VRAS VRAS VRAS VRAS VRAS VRAS VRAS!!!" A heavy war drum beat in the background and out from the hole a few dozen Yuuzhan Vong warriors emerged and began to open fire on anything that wasn't them or the ghouls. Holding their position around the crater the Vong let out war chants in their native language whilst taking any life they could lay their eyes upon.

[member="Ragos Terrek"]
[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: The streets of Peroon
Objective: Provide support

Somewhere, somehow, something had gone completely and horribly wrong. Instead of just having to deal with the Hutts and the odd thug here and there, an entirely different threat had presented itself. The Yuuzhan Vong had arrived, and with them the Rakghouls. Opposition had been expected, certainly, but nothing of this scale. And the very thought of combat against beings even similar to that made her blood run cold. This time, she wouldn't be so quick to initiate combat between herself and their contenders, instead choosing the simpler option of evasion. Which, all things considered, wasn't the easiest thing to do. Especially considering the fact that their numbers were beginning to overwhelm that of the rebels, not to mention her allies within the Red Ravens.

So she had ditched the speeder, favoring the much more silent option of moving on foot, lightsaber humming in her left hand. The weapon didn't help to make her any less conspicuous, but it cut down on the noise level, not that it mattered much considering the mass carnage that was already in effect. Among the mass terror and slaughter that had all but encompassed the planet, or at the very least the town, Keira had sensed one very familiar Force signature through it all: [member="Cryax Bane"]. He'd been the one to welcome her into the organization in the first place, and shortly after she'd saved him from a Trandoshan bounty hunter. Later he'd returned the favor by bandaging her up, so they were on an even scale, for now. But something told her this would change that.

There was another man with him, someone vaguely familiar to her senses, and she focused in on both of their signatures, smiling despite herself at the fact that they were nearby. Finally, something was going her way. Taking off at a run that was only sped up by aid of the Force, she quickly made her way to their position, slowing quickly and skidding to a stop next to the blue-skinned man. "Miss me?" Her voice was somewhat breathless, though she did her best to mask it, twirling the weapon she held in her hand with a flourish. "I think we've attracted more friends than we meant to, Bane. And I haven't even done anything wrong yet." Despite the adrenaline and fear both coursing through her veins, she was relatively calm. But that was mostly due to the friendly faces she'd found among the mess. At this point, she would have been happy to see anyone who was a Raven. This was only a bonus.

[member="Dredge"], [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"], [member="Ezio Kells"], [member="Zooey Walsh"], [member="Saki lin"], [member="Lok Jorunn"], [member="Julian Solo"], [member="Lenix Ornil"], [member="Darth Morgoth"], [member="io eyeballs"], [member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Evor]

Location: The streets of Peroon, en route to Hutt palace
Objective: Storm the Hutt Palace, Get inside the droid Facility (*eye roll*)
People involved: [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Dredge"] [member="Ragos Terrek"]
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He grunted quietly as Cryax nudged him, gesturing toward the show room. He quickly ran across the street, keeping his head and back down as best he could with the gun and jetpack strapped to his back. He knelt next to the building, looking around the exterior and grinned slightly behind his helmet. He whispered to Cryax "Hey...", nodding toward a large window about 15 feet further down the street they were on. He darted over and pushed his hand against the large window, feeling how sturdy it was. He took a single step back and threw his shoulder into the window with a loud thud. He stepped back and shook sense back into his head, his thoughts jarred slightly from the impact. He unslung the rifle from his shoulder and took a few steps back toward the center of the street in one fluid motion, sending several rounds into the glass. The glass took the rounds for the most part, however the close grouping of the shots causing multiple cracks to appear down the middle of the window. Logan raised his rifle above his head and brought it down and into the window, right in line with the cracking pattern. He grunted as the butt of the rifle bounced off and he brought it down again, feeling a slight give this time. He tried again for a third, fourth and fifth time until finally on the sixth time bringing the butt of the rifle down into the glass, the cracks widened and the window almost seemed to bend inward, beckoning the duo inside. He leaned his rifle up against the wall to his right, and leaned back, bringing his foot up and forward into the window, watching it splinter and parts of the to fall onto the floor of the display room. He picked up his rifle again and threw one leg over the sill, stepping inside of the dark room.

Logan jogged over to the counter, reaching around for a light switch. He fumbled around for a moment before finding it and flipping it on. He walked back over to the window and peeked his head out into the street, looking for Cryax. "You coming, or not?" he said to him in jest, right before two large security droids came charging into the large room, blasters already drawn. Logan heard the clicking of the gun being prepared to fire and he dove behind a counter, not waiting for Cryax to answer. He brought his rifle up to his shoulder, breathing heavily as he got ready to peek his head up from behind the counter and shoot. He counted down in his head... 3... 2... 1... Go. He stepped up and to the side, peeking out from what was kind of the side. He fired off 3 or four rounds, flying through the air and into the chest of one of the droids. Sparks flew from the holes, but it kept moving forward. The droids fired at Logan, blaster rounds biting into the wooden counter seconds after he ducked his head. He scrambled to the other end of the counter and poked out again, firing several more rounds toward the head of the second droids head. It slumped to the floor with a loud clang, the body of the droid sprawling onto the floor. He ducked down behind the counter before the first droid turned to shoot. He waited patiently behind the counter, drawing the vibroblade from his belt, gripping it tightly. He sighed to himself and shook his head, and he lept over the counter onto the droid. He stabbed wildly into the droids circuits, tearing at wires and ripping them out. He could feel the droid slowly failing and he pushed it out from underneath him, slamming into the ground as he fell.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Location: enroute to the orbital shipyards
allies: Red Ravens
Enemies: Black Suns

Spreading a miasma of chaos and anarchy around himself, he lit the powder keg that was simmering in the mob that had gathered to take the shipyards. no longer willing to listen to reason or logic, the crowd surged forward, sweeping all in their path like a stubborn tidal wave. chanting loudly, they closed in on the gates leading to the shipyards.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Location: The streets of Peroon, en route to Hutt palace
Objective: Storm the Hutt Palace, Amass a Droid army
People involved: [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Julian Solo"] [member="Ezio Kells"] [member="Dredge"] [member="Ragos Terrek"]

At Keira’s arrival, Cryax smiled, marvelling at how calm the woman seemed amid all the karking hell that was breaking loose on the street. She had the iron nerves of a Ticon alright. “I’m glad to see you’re in one piece.” He said, his glowing red eyes scanning the streets for any signs that the slavering creatures had spotted them.

With a loud crash and the sound of tinkling synthglass, Logan busted into the storeroom window like a looter on glitterstim. "Hey are you alright, man?" said the Chiss slicer as he climbed through the broken window, careful not to nick his hands on the jagged synthglass. Shiny new droids stood at attention around the showroom, and the whole place had that new droid smell that Cryax loved. The Chiss quickly moved towards Logan put a hand down to help the mercenary up. Then, taking his Datapad out of the pocket of his trenchcoat, he quickly looked around for anything resembling the showroom’s central computer.

Thankfully, the place was located in one of the pockets of Peroon which still had a connection to a working power grid, so once he'd found it, he booted up the central computer, and plugged his Datapad in. He had to slice fast. Lightspeed fast. It wouldn't be long before the howling beasts raging through the streets advanced on their block. At the smell of their blood, the creatures would surely make a beeline for the showroom. But the Chiss crime lord was the best slicer this side of the Outer Rim, and as he quickly searched the system’s firewall for a back door he could exploit, he was confident that soon, he and the Ravens would have a team of security droids at their command.

 

[Dredge]

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

Location: The Streets
Objective: Kill


Crimson blood splattered Dredge's face mask as he brought down the hellish blade upon a Red Raven trooper. The massive sith sword tasted blood and brain splitting the man down the middle, gliding through his armor like a hot knife through butter. Dead began to start piling up along Dredge's feet whilst he executed and struck down all within his path. "KILL EVERYTHING!!!" Dredge screamed in pure anger and rage letting the darkside fuel him and pour through his body. The darkside nexus within him whispered dark thoughts to him, corrupting his blackened soul further.

"They mock you Dredge, they took everything from you. You are a joke because of them. Kill them, kill them, kill them, kill them, kill them, kill them, kill them, KILL EVERY ONE OF THEM!!!" The darkside and leftover psychic residue of Darth Vulcanus screamed at dredge and he responded in turn completely lost within his rage of loss and defeat. "I AM NO ONES FOOL!! I AM SUPREME OVERLORD DREDGE RULER OF THE YUUZHAN VONG!!! BUTCHER OF AURUM!! SLAYER OF ARCADIA!!" Power rose up through Dredge as he ascended into the air by a few inches sith sword clutched in his right hand tightly. A green wall of flames six feet high and as wide big as the street exploded out of Dredge in front of him. Down the street from Dredge there was the droid shop that @Cyrax Bane and his two friends were in, a few hundred yards behind that was the Hutt palace. The green wall of fire crashed down the street roasting Rakghouls, humans, aliens, everything it could touch. That was the good part about fire, it never discriminated, it just burned. Upon hitting each body of flesh and blood it did not turn them into statues of themselves, it did no such thing. It liquified those who were caught in it until they were a puddle of hot bubbling goo upon the street.

With each business or apartment it passed the front set into a blaze, shattering glass from the sheer heat and starting a massive fire that was beginning to spread to other buildings. Setting down Dredge took a large breath of air weakened by the sheer amount of explosive power he exerted. But the darkside would not let him faultier. The sword and armor poured more energy into him and just like that he was back up to par. More rakghouls pushed up behind dredge running through the boiling hot puddle of people goo that began to pour into the sewers or set on the ground. Dredge didn't know it but the a rakghouls numbers had more than doubled from the original fifty he had brought. While he was busy screaming his head off they had been killing and converting until the street were clear of Red Ravens, clear of everything that wasn't now a rakghoul.

"TO THE PALACE!! CONVERT THEIR LEADERS!!" Dredge lifted a finger and the rakghoul swarm sprinted past him and towards the clear path they now had to the palace. Running along the burning buildings they slammed against the closed palace gates amassing at the front like a horde of zombies eager for fresh meat. Dredge began to walk slowly and menacingly towards the palace, fire raged behind him and buildings began to topple spilling concrete and wood down on the ground. He looked to be the devil himself walking through hell and into the realm of mortals. "I have come for your souls." He said himself quietly

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Hutt Palace
Allies: No one
Enemies: Almost everyone
Objective: Survive

Hutt's were one of the many people in this Galaxy that were in need of hired guns to serve them in every manner...almost every manner. From Bounty Hunters, to Mercenaries, Pirates, Assassins, so on and so forth they hired these types of people to do their bidding. And they were viewed as cowards and filthy scum, but they did pay a decent, handsome price to their employees. And Vilaz being the only Mandalorian out of all these hired guns was more appreciated and was paid more than the wage that some of the employees were paid. Due to his combat experience and the fact that he was a Mandalorian he was given more raise since the vode were professional in their work. Something that he always stated in his résumé whenever he was doing contracts for clients.

Standing on a watch tower of the palace the Redneck witnessed the mass amount of destruction, chaos, and death behind his buy'ce. Criminals facing off against hired guns. Not sure who would win, but his money were with the hired guns. The two colliding forces turned the whole town into a battle. Firefights were emerging from every corner and rioting citizens were aiding the hostiles in their goal of taking the planet. Everything was normal until a figure leading an ugly race was in the scenario. Vong. These creatures would kill every living soul that wasn't affiliated or owe any loyalties with them. But, it wasn't the Vong the Rally Master was worried about. No, it was something else that was unleashed on the town.

Rakghoul. These mindless beings preyed for meat and once one scratched or bites you, you become into one of them. The evolution of zombies was what the Warrior had thought of. Now, the battle was converted into an every man for himself scenario as they were running away from the Vong and the plague of rakghoul. Now, the tww original parties that were fighting for this planet would probably not win. Instead, the victory would, probably, be given to the Vong as they would kill and massacre just for fun.

He had heard of the rakghoul before. It was taught to him and the vode of what happened on Jebble during the Mandalorian Wars. Unsure of it's origins, but what he could remember was beskar'gam vs beskar'gam when the turned comrades had become rakghoul and those who didn't turn were faced to kill these creatures that were consider as Mando-raks. The Warrior had never faced this plague before, but now he could feel how it was to face something that could change you into something else.

"Idiots," as the Mandalorian picked up the MX-1 sniper rifle that was on the floor along with a Vornskr scattergun. His crushgaunts that were the gloves he mainly used ever since he was given the rank of Rally Master covered his hands as he brought up the rifle to his eyes. His Fett-Kal knife was in it's sheath and two duel WESTAR 34 pistols in its holsters. Four concussion grenades and other ammunition were stored in his utility belt, and a MT-1 repulsor pack was on his back.

Taking aim at the creatures that were right outside of the gates through the scope of the rifle the Bounty Hunter would not go for headshots, but would aim at easy targets such as the chest, especially the chest. He pulled the trigger and out came a pellet at a high speed that would cause great kinetic energy damage. A silent kill he earned as he saw a miserable rakghoul fall to its death.

He would continue this cycle against any incoming hostiles and several of the hired guns were right before the gate and were ready to fight back once the front gate was opened and breached.

If all was lost, well, the Mandalorian would run to his Tegaanalir ship that was stationed at one of the docking pads that was connected to the palace. After all, he had nothing to lose if he ran away except credits from his employers.

"Be nice if I captured one of 'em Ravens. Suns'll pay some'in."