Re-Claiming the Silver Station! (Merc. Legion)

[Thraxis]

A notice, a new job with quite a delectable reward had popped up for the Merc. Legion. It was a job which would not benefit a single member, but all of the inhabitants. Its reward said simply. Silver Station. A place that had been infested by pirates long ago that had fallen into obscurity after the Pirates fell into something less then Legendary Status. It gave out the coordinates freely, there was no need to put on a goose chase. Though it did nudge at the senders mind for a while.

Not far from the base Thraxis lounged about, he had taken the BT-7 Thunderclap for himself, he looked around, singing sea shanty to himself as he drank from a stash of booze he had brought with him. He looked at the clock as it tocked an almost hypnosis metronome. "I should probably stop drinking. If the Legion accepted they should be here soon..." he contemplated as he took another drink from the vial. "Nah. I have only drank." he paused as he counted, looking at all the empty vials and cans that had littered the floor. "Huh. A lot more then I thought apparently." he said as his hand clawed through a small container, pulling out another and uncorking the lid. Letting the liquid drip down his throat.

After a few minutes he got out of bed, moving through the ship until his eye caught something out in space, the Silver Station, he eyed it up and down, they were going to be in for a firefight. It had hundreds of men all throughout it, though woefully unequipped they were designed around shock troopers.
[member="Yen"] [member="Elaine Thul"]
[member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Tiali Orazio"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

The space seemed to warp and argument for a split second as a Kossak Class Destroyer emerged from hyperspace. Sempra's Damnation Captained by Cadan glided forward a bit before coming to a stop, the Silver Station in it's sights. Upon the ships radar came up a smaller ship, but familiar to Cadan.

"Attention kark who seems to be in me old ship, I'll pay ya' one whole case of whatever it is you drink for 'er." Cadan knew well and truly who would be in the old beast, and it would be interesting to catch up with Thraxis and kill some pirates with him. Maybe he could get some as his new crew?

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Yag'dril'sil]

She had been hired for a job and it seemed a nice time to test out the new guns... well old ones but they could build them up to something new as the sleek pistols were nice.. The underbarrel attachments designed to hold a clip of micro grenades. The new upgrades to the Chai La Jackel Handguns were what she went for sliding them into the holsters getting a small nod. "Alright I am ready to begin." Why not get to work on some of the things checking the small mag pellets and they could fit some of the acid rounds within it. She had been looking at ways to press some of the small plasma rail shots like they had made for ships into a smaller scale and it would be pretty nice and effective if it could be done right.

 

[Thraxis]

He paused for a second as a voice emerged, it was one of unmistakable color, it had been a long time coming to say the least. "Oh, well if it isn't the Spice Addict himself. How about a case of everything and we got ourselves a deal?" he retorted as he ran into the Com Room, darting into his seat and jumping over one of the men who was unfortunately in the way. Fixing himself after a few seconds a quick smile slashed across his face as a turned his Attention to the Hired Gun.

"Hello mam, My name is Thraxis. And in short. We are going to kill this man." he said as he pulled out a small photograph, a picture of what one could barely call Zeltron was seen. His face had been mangled and bruised, parts of his flesh replaced with Metal sheets from whatever had occurred. "Long story though. This man was once a Jackal, I didn't like him. So I beat the hell out of him and snapped his neck." he said until his face darkened as his teeth started to grind. "But apparently. That wasn't enough for this son of a-" he said until his com was cut off, leaving only the visual as he cursed and sweared, punching through the piece of paper as some of the crew started to dart out of the room.

After a few minutes of unnecessary violence towards a picture he straightened himself up, looking to one of the few men who remained to reactivate the sound. "Ah hem. Apart from that. We need to do as little collateral damage as possible. After all, the Merc. Legion does want this as a base of operations. Oh, but feel free to kill anyone on board." he said as a hand slicked through his hair, while the other wiped off his brow. "Now then. Shall we wait for others or just go in guns a blzaing?" he inquired, he had a strong feeling swelling in his gut as to Cadan's plans, though was more curious as to how the Merc. legion handled themselves.
[member="Yen"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]