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Peace is a Lie

The Reaper of Won Shasot
Dax looked at it in confusion, "The guy we interrogated...he said it was a shipment of spice. What's really going on here?" Dax asked picking up one of the blasters. It wasn't exactly state of the art, but it certainly wasn't obsolete. The blasted thing could definitely do some damage.

[member="Aspen Laval"]
 
The Reaper of Won Shasot
Dax nodded. "Well..." he said as he reached depp inti the crate, grasping at something near the bottom. Finally he pulled his arm back out, a rocket launcher following it, "We definitely got the firepower."

[member="Aspen Laval"]
 
The Reaper of Won Shasot
"Stick with the original. We go in posing as the dealers and then take em out." Dax said as he put the launched back into the crate, "They won't exactly have their guard down, but they won't be expecting us either."

[member="Aspen Laval"]
 
The Reaper of Won Shasot
"There expecting the shipment now." Dax said, "Too bad the only dudes who could tell us where to go are now either dead or out cold." The Rogue went over to the unconscious man on the ground and nudged him with his foot, "Oi...wake up."

[member="Aspen Laval"]
 
The Reaper of Won Shasot
Dax nodded, "Lead the way my friend. Your town after all." Dax mounted one of the small cargo movers and turned it on, the engine purring quietly beneath the hood.

[member="Aspen Laval"]
 
The Reaper of Won Shasot
Dax drove the cart, his mind elsewhere. Silently he wondered how they could possibly survive this encounter...he'd been too rash, too quick, too eager. He wondered if they'd pay for his arrogance, or whatever it was. Shaking himself he lifted himself out of the dark mood he'd sunk into. They'd be alright.

[member="Aspen Laval"]
 
The Reaper of Won Shasot
Dax let the woman guide him and the crate of illicit weapons through the sparse crowds that dotted the landscape between themselves and they're destination. Largely silent, the calm before the very violent storm had fallen upon them.

[member="Aspen Laval"]
 
The Reaper of Won Shasot
Before the two stood eight men, all toting various weapons. Vibroblades, blasters, even a few thermal detonators were present. The men all wore similar clothing, the kind that was supposed to make them look tough, scare people. It made Dax roll his eyes.

One of the men, another human, stood and looked at [member="Aspen Laval"], but said nothing.
 
Aspen stood right beside the crate of weapons. She would eye the men and think of ways she could crush each and everyone of them. She stared down the man who just stood there. Soon he would break the silence "What do you want?" He asked. Aspen would look him in the eyes and lie better than anytime before "We brought you your shipment." She would wait for him to approach and look at Dex

[member="Dax Fyre"]
 

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