Grilled: Foreman Edition

[Kayden Thorn]

[member="Vitor Avendahl"]

A transport ship carrying some dozen men descended to the planet below, that planet being Etti IV. It was home to the Corporate Offices of a weapons company. Kayden was in great need of weapons. The run of the mill blaster rifles and pistols that his soldiers sported before they had joined the Private Military Company were perfectly fine, but they were anything but professional.

In their appearance, there was no uniformity, no unity in S.P.A.R's appearance. Ragtag armour, random weapons and tech put together.

Corondex Arms had its stuff together. At least, to the outside world.

Darth Vyrassu had left him, his trusted Captain out to dry like laundry on the line. 'Independence' he called it, more like abandonment. But, that was something to talk about at a later time.

He walked into the cockpit of the old Lambda-class Shuttle.

"Think we're on time?"

"Probably, we left pretty early. The hyperdrives worked fine."

"Good... Good... Send a confirmation for the meeting on the planet below. Tell them, we'll need a large open space, 'Commander Thorn has a surprise.'"

"You want me to say all that?"

"But make it cool."

 

[Zef Halo]

"Ugh, we are receiving a random transmission from some ship in orbit of Etti IV." June reported while looking at her datapad in confusion.

"Wait, what ? Random transmission ?" Vitor looked up from his own datapad. He had been reading various sources of information that were delivering different interesting data.

"Yeah." June simply replied.

"Well, go on. What's the name of the ship ?" Avendahl asked his Pantoran aide a bit impatiently.

"Seems to go by the name of George Foreman. Any ideas."

"Oh! Yeah! I've got a meeting today. I totally forgot."

"They are requiring a big open space, apparently." June said as she read the transmission.

"Good, good. Send them the coordinates of that abandoned holoball stadium east of here. We'll meet them there in fifteen minutes." Vitor said as he abruptly stood up from his chair happy to do some business.

--

When the George Foreman's representatives arrived they would find Vitor and his aide June on one of the many seats in the abandoned holoball stadium awaiting to do business.

[member="Kayden Thorn"]​

 

[Kayden Thorn]

"Alright Commander, we've received coordinates."

"Can we get a visual of what it looks like?"

"Not until we're in atmosphere."

"What are you waiting for? Go!"

A confirmation, and then the Lambda was angling down towards the planet, following the coordinates exactly as dictated. The former First Order Captain left the cockpit and dropped down into a lower compartment. Within said lower compartment were a squad and a half of S.P.A.R's best, or what would be advertised as the Private Military's best soldiers.

I'm the best one here. These guys can all catch it.

The life of being a criminal rising up through the streets of Nar Shaddaa had a number on the formerly civilized Captain, but here he was.

"On this day, you stick to the plan. Show them what you're good at. Communication and accuracy. That's why most of you are here." He picked two exceedingly ugly figures out. "Those two were picked because they just looked scary." There was chuckling all around and from above he heard the pilot describe their 'venue.'

"Alright. We're landing in a few."

--

When the Lambda touched down, the eighteen soldiers filed out and Kayden strode up the stadium steps until he was within speaking distance of [member="Vitor Avendahl"].

"I hope you like shows." Or train wrecks. "Illustrating skill and efficiency." Or moronic tendencies. "Commander Thorn. A pleasure." There was no attempts at a handshake. By the time he got up to him, the soldiers were dragging out targets and attaching bodycams to their suits, additionally, Kayden removed an overly sized datapad where previously black portions of the screen came to life as the eighteen soldiers activated the cameras.

 

[Zef Halo]

"Avendahl." Vitor curtly introduced himself as he raised an eyebrow at the man's obvious dedication to showing off. Commander Thorn, it seems, had planned his visit well. The soldiers from the George Foreman poured out into the open wide area of the abandoned stadium. Behind him, June was monitoring the whole theater with interest while Vitor simply wanted to seal a deal here and move on.

Nonetheless, on the outside he still looked patient and awaited the demonstrations that were to follow. Whatever Thorn had in mind. It better be good.

"Let's see what you've got." Vitor challenged the man.

[member="Kayden Thorn"]​

 

[Kayden Thorn]

Since giving the over sized datapad, Commander Thorn had turned from the duo in the stands behind him, facing the field and thus, his soldiers, however far away they were. Once their targets were in position, Thorn heard a confirmation in his ear, and a slow arm raised up to touch it, activating the line, but he didn't speak yet.

There was a pause as he thought on the following scenario.

"Fire."

Most blaster bolts struck their targets, searing holes through the easily penetrable fabrics and metals, dropping the targets left right and centre. The whine of the blaster bolts could be heard, just barely from this distance as they fired.

The primary concentration of points of contact were in the midsection and above, though after that, it varied from person to person. There was a surprising amount of headshots, even Kayden would admit. But that wasn't the end of the showing.

"Only part one," he said, which they'd readily be able to see played back through the datapad. "They are also proficient in hand to hand." The commline hadn't been dropped. They heard what he said and they immediately broke off into duos. "All you must do is say the word."

[member="Vitor Avendahl"]

 

[Zef Halo]

These men from the George Foreman were good. This Thorn seemed to have a bit more confidence than it is acceptable but the men were proficient that was obvious, they could back up his words and his cocky attitude. Yet, it was one thing some targets in the middle of an abandoned stadium and all out warfare. Not that he underestimated them as much as he was curious to see their actions in actual combat. Perhaps he could find out that but after he had seen their ferocity in hand to hand combat.

Thorn had them divide into duos that stood coldly in front of each other. For a moment, Vitor thought they looked quite brainwashed. Whatever the case was, he did not care much at this moment.

"They seem quite capable, yes. Let them have at each other." Avendahl said nodding at the pairs of men. "I would also be interested to see them in actual combat."

"Fight." Vitor uttered the words.

[member="Kayden Thorn"]

 

[Kayden Thorn]

The duos were ready, awaiting the order from [member="Vitor Avendahl"] through Kayden's highly receptive commlink that was embedded in his ear broadcasting on their open channel. There was a pause from the man. He was interested in seeing them in actual combat? Then you should arm some terrorists and call it a test run, he thought drily to himself just as the man gave the Order.

That was when punches started swinging.

Some were in better form than others, though others were better brawlers. To put it simply, it was a mess, and there was no one form of fighting to be founding. There were fists flying, legs flailing. Some were precise, most were in fact, even most weren't trying to hit each other, some would, they would in the field should the day come, no? Additionally, their performance would determine as to whether or not they were ready to being hired.

Corondex Arms was their first hurdle.

If they leapt over that, well, Kayden was certain Lord Vyrassu would be proud of his progress.

 

[Zef Halo]

He watched the men tear each other with plebeian punches thrown with full force while cheap shots were also quite here and there. Not special forces but they would do, Vitor thought. In the end, if they were able to suppress an enemy with weapons rather than using their club brawling abilities, it would all be great.

"Alright, enough." He gestured at Thorn to stop. "I've seen what I need to see. We're good." Vitor then locked eyes with the cocky commander and inquired about their equipment. "Who arms them ? If there is anyone in particular actually ?"

Who knows ? Might turn into a two-way deal. Corondex could always produce more arms.

[member="Kayden Thorn"]

 

[Kayden Thorn]

While the engagements went on, the commline was deactivated, awaiting the signal from [member="Vitor Avendahl"] to tell Kayden to stop. And when he did, well, Commander Thorn did it immediately. The duos that were engaging each other broke apart, almost immediately. Less so because of their own discipline, but because they were some of the best that S.P.A.R had to offer. With that also came brief contact with the leader behind the organization. None of them truly know knew what he looked like underneath the hood, and the armoured appearance, but Kayden knew that his Lord and Saviour Darth Vyrassu was even more impressive in person.

Anyway.

Who supplied them indeed?

"Most fight with their own custom weapons. We are unsupported by any actual companies, you see." Kayden explained, perhaps an almost apologetic smile was on his face, though it was more akin to being awkward. "These operatives however are excellent at adapting and utilizing new weapons. Fast learning curves," he says.

 

[Zef Halo]

[member="Kayden Thorn"]

Vitor nodded with satisfaction.

"Fair enough, deal's done." Avendahl declared before he added. "Any weapon or armor supplies S.P.A.R may need can find with us." He extended his hand for a dealmaking shake before he would leave.

[member="Kayden Thorn"]