Taking Care of Business

[Laira Darkhold]

"I'll tell him for ya. Just so you know, nothing personal, but like you said, man's gotta get credits somehow." Viqtor stood up with a groan pulling his vibroblade and stabbing the chiss in the heart. Poor kid, Viqtor thought. The galaxy was a rough place with billions dying all the time, but he didn't like the thought of a kid sitting at home waiting for his father to get there and it never happening. "Lets go get this boss of theirs, Rall." He said replacing the blade and his pistol on his belt. He clenched his fists testing the retractable blades in his forearm plates. "After we get him and take what we came for we'll have one of the eggheads downstairs purge all the computers databanks. Sound like a plan to you?" He asked the Herglic as he stepped from the room towards the offices.

His left shoulder felt like a hundred needles were stabbing him and his hand had gone cold, like it wasn't getting enough blood. He cracked his neck and shook his arms to get the feeling back into his left one. He had every intention of beating this boss till he got what he wanted and then letting [member="Rall Zorthorne"] kill him in whatever way he felt. He approached the door that said 'Manager's Office' and glanced and the key-pad next to it. The pad indicated it was locked and sealed. Viqtor pulled out the Judge and shot the lock, blasting it apart. "Care to do the honors, Rall?"

 

[Rall Zorthorne]

Rall stayed silent as he headed out of the room, occasionally grunting due to his wound. After slowly climbing up the stairs they stopped at the office. Rall took position in front of the door, sending his boot smashing into the middle. The door moved for a moment but remained on it's hinges. Another kick which only resulted in the same effect. Then finally, the last kick sent the door falling to the metallic floor in a loud thud. Entering the room, the large creature would instantly see a man, around the age of thirty-five sitting at a desk. The man looked around rapidly, sweat beginning to beat down his forehead. "H-h-hey! Get outta here. I SAID FETHING FET OUT OF HERE!" The manager shouted at [member="Viqtor Locke"]