Liberation of the slaves

[Regor Laxvan]

*Regor sat in the hold of the transport ship, he took of his helmet and look at the group.*
You al know why we are here, the moon we will land on in a couple minutes is a main base fore slavers in the sector, were her to shut it down, free dose unfortunate souls, and hopefully kill the slaver basterds in the process.

@[member="Daxton Bane"] @[member="Dirk Ellerden "]@[member="Suhr"]

( anyone ells who wants to join, react to the interest check first please)

 

[Daxton Bane]

The Sith sat impassively on his chair, his features masked by his reflective face plate, the lights of the ship's consoles reflecting against the highly polished sheen of his battle armor. The trio of lightsabers on his waist the only indication of his true calling, that and the aura of uneasiness that his presence invoked.

From one of his pockets, he took a small floating droid camera and activated it, testing the feed between him and his helmet recorder. Freeing slaves was always a good public relations move, one that would sit well with his future plans to discredit the Rebellion.

"I don't see any complications with the operation so far, it should be a rather straight out affair. I would suggest letting me take the lead and you cover my flanks. Between my three blades I do not expect much resistance when we breach their defenses."


@Regor Laxvan @Dirk Ellerden @Suhr

 

[UserSpace107]

She in her seat, making sure her headband was straight, and tight. She was really use to wearing battle armor, but this was battle. So first time for everything. She tugged on her gloves, fiddling with them making sure they felt right. She hadn't any weapons on her unlike the others. Most of them looked at her rather weirdly seeing that fact that this woman brought nothing to do battle with.

She then haunched over to pull on her boots, making sure they felt right, and weren't in danger of falling off, or even affecting her running, because she could afford to be dealing with something such as that at this time. Tahl never really took part in affairs such as this, rather preferring to go to a local cantina to drink and gamble her butt off. Bar fights were more of her thing, but she had a bad habit of destroying them.

She was hoping that by participating in this, it would do something rather good for her reputation. She looked around the ship at the others, and they all seemed like they done this type of thing before. She blew the hair out of her face, and waited to land.

@[member="Daxton Bane"] @[member="Regor Laxvan"] @[member="Dirk Ellerden "]@[member="Suhr"]

 

[Dirk Ellerden]

Dirk gave a tight nod, and ran another check on his carbine to ensure it was prepared. it was, of course. He checked his armor too, making sure it still fit. Luckily it did. He retracted the visor to give them a skeptical look.
"I need at least three alive to take back for trial." He leaned forward in his seat, "Plenty more activity where slavers are involved, so info the boys back home can get out will help." He paused, and slipped the helmet off for the rest of the trip until it was deployment time. He gave Tahl a strange look. "You sure you're up for this?"

 

[Twan van Someren]

@[member="Daxton Bane"]: If you volunteer than go ahead, melee combat aint my thing anyway.

@[member="Dirk Ellerden "]. If you want them alive than you can take care of Thad, I wont showe any mercy to this basterds. but if you find anything more about these slavers let me know oke?

*Regor looked at @[member="Tahl"].* Shure you want to go in there unarmed?

The transport decedent furder down everything, nowan on the ground seemed to care, the aa turrets staid silent, expecting the incoming ship belonged to a interested buyer they expected.

 

[Regor Laxvan]

@[member="Daxton Bane"]: If you volunteer than go ahead, melee combat aint my thing anyway.

@[member="Dirk Ellerden "]. If you want them alive than you can take care of Thad, I wont showe any mercy to this basterds. but if you find anything more about these slavers let me know oke?

*Regor looked at @[member="Tahl"].* Shure you want to go in there unarmed?

The transport decedent furder down everything, nowan on the ground seemed to care, the aa turrets staid silent, expecting the incoming ship belonged to a interested buyer they expected.

 

[Daxton Bane]

"Stay at least 5 meters away from me on either side. I don't want to hit anyone by accident when I start deflecting bolts. We have the element of surprise so let maximize it while we can, ok? Don't give them time to get into position, lastly if you fall behind, I might not be able to cover you. I want all their attention on me so that you guys can pick them off from the side. Questions?"

@Regor Laxvan @Dirk Ellerden @Suhr @[member="Tahl"]

 

[Regor Laxvan]

@[member="Daxton Bane"]: Thad's a good plan, but rember the slaves are the main concern here, make Shure they don't get hit.

 

[UserSpace107]

Tahl looked around, "I'm pretty sure ill be fine.... Believe me!" She said putting her fist in the air, then cracking her knuckles. With all the training she had been doing, she had complete control over her immense strength. Her abilities in Tutaminis had provided her with the power to absorb Energy. She didn't really care for weapons, unarmed combat was her specialty, and she was a force to be reckoned with on the field. She looked over at @[member="Daxton Bane"] as he told all of them to stay a distance away. She sorta scrunched up her face. She had no idea who this guy was, and with Tahl being extremely hard-headed, and domineering she stopped listening after a while.

The ship landed and she blew the hair from her face once again, she was more excited than anything.

@[member="Regor Laxvan"] @Dirk Ellerden

 

[Regor Laxvan]

@[member="Tahl"] : Suit yourself.

The door of the loading bay opened, regor shoulder his rifle and asoons as the first slavers appeared he unleashed a hail of blaster bolds on them.

 

[Regor Laxvan]

@[member="Daxton Bane"]

@Dirk Ellerden

@[member="Tahl"].

 

[Dirk Ellerden]

Dirk nodded, shouldering his rifle and slipping out the side, quickly peppering the nearest armed slavers with blaster fire. "Drop your weapons! On the ground! Now!" He hurried forward, taking cover behind several crates as blaster bolts peppered the area around them. "Sector Rangers! Do it or we will fire!"

 

[Regor Laxvan]

*lerog kept firering taking cover behind a few crated ant said to @Dirk Ellerden* Thad wont work, they wont drop them.

 

[Daxton Bane]

It seemed that this was a rather excited bunch, Daxton grinned softly to himself. Well if they wanted to rush head first into the meat grinder then who was he to stop them. Walking casually down the ramp, his light sabers flew from his waist, hissing as they ignited to life, hovering on unseen hands as the red, blue and green blades deflected any bolts that headed his way.

With a gesture of his empty hand, he tipped over the pallet that some of the slavers were using as cover, pinning them under its crushing weight as he walked by. Moving with a surety of purpose Daxton headed deeper into the base in search of the leaders of this little operation. After all as any Sith knew, once he decapitated the head the rest would surely follow.
@Regor Laxvan @Dirk Ellerden @Suhr @Tahl

 

[Twan van Someren]

Regor was still behind the crates, as more slavers fell he moved up moving from crate to crate he kept firing at the slavers.

@[member="Dirk Ellerden "]@[member="Suhr"] @[member="Tahl"] @[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regor was still behind the crates, as more slavers fell he moved up moving from crate to crate he kept firing at the slavers.

@[member="Dirk Ellerden "]@[member="Suhr"] @[member="Tahl"] @[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[UserSpace107]

Tahl was the last to actually exit down the ramp, slowly following @[member="Daxton Bane"]. With her hands on her hips, he watched as he deflected blaster fire with his lightsaber. She then refocused seeing how she was now in battle, running over to where @[member="Regor Laxvan"] was holding out, and got down. She saw an opening and quickly acting on it, she dashed for one of the slavers. Quickly disabling him and throwing him into a few more knocking them off balance. Using her immense strength she picked up a large crate, and tossed it further across the battle field. She thought to herself, "We'll now... This is fun." All before a blaster bolt hit right above her head placing her back into focus.

@[member="Regor Laxvan"] @Dirk Ellerden

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regor, spoke to @[member="Tahl"] well firing.* It always is.

 

[Daxton Bane]

With his three sabers circling in orbit around him, Daxton seemed to be otherwise unarmed. An illusion nothing more, something the squad of slavers learned to their regret as they tried to swarm the Sith Lord.

A Gamorran grabbed the red tinted saber, hoping to wield it against its owner, its eyes opening in shock as dozens of tiny hooks pierced its hand and injected a blood toxin of Daxton design, it could only grasp at its throat as the air passage rapidly constricted, cutting off air as the venom worked its way into the blood stream. The blue and green blades crossed and danced, leaving behind them an array of dismembered body parts and moaning and twitching victims.

Weilding a fully charged stun rod, a human slaver stepped into Daxton's guard and said, "You must have a real death wish buddy."

"My name isn't buddy." Daxton replied sardonically as his fists flashed faster than the normal eye could follow, crushing bone and bruising flesh where they landed. "It is Daxton Bane." His victim tried desperately to stand his ground but he was sorely overmatched, and was soon sent crashing into the ground, jaw broken, both eyes swollen shut.

@Regor Laxvan @Dirk Ellerden @Suhr @Tahl

 

[Dirk Ellerden]

Dirk shrugged, and winced as a bolt glanced off his armor. Too close. "Standard protocol."
He shifted over to the side to have a better angle, breathing quickly, and heart racing. This was not his responsibility. This why they had SpecOps teams for law enforcement purposes. So Rangers like him wouldn't have to. It was outside their training and purposes. Too late for that now. He just had to go for it. He peered over the crates, squeezing off several shots before ducking back down, waiting until he'd be behind the lightsabers to move any farther forward.