The Chains Go Rattle And The Slaves Go Groan (PM if you're not HC)

[Flannigan Mcnash]

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"], he conntacted with a rotation of his fist the first digit swiping across the comlink to activate it. "Alright, open it up. You'll take a quarter cut as the person who found it, plus the pay you'll receive by the end of this." he kept the channel open and moved onto the next, it was trouble to have two open at the same time especially with the conflict with noise. "Move onto the outer, and than do a sweep of the surrounding woodlands, they'll probably stick together and be hold up in a glade somewhere." [member="Ka-Aver"]

 

[Ka-Aver]

"Youz got itz bozz!" the weequay replied and turned around to the slaver team around him.

"Bagz and tagz theze onez! Two guards with every 20 zlavez ztay behind! The rezt, move out and zweep the outer farmz!" he roared over the Engine sounds and screams mixing with the dust, blood and sweat spreading over the Community.

He then turned and started a jog outward through the dense bushes hoping to find more prey in there.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
[member="Alatar Istari"]

 

[Alatar Istari]

Ghost stopped suddenly to process the orders given before continuing the assault.

The others can get them, she thought to herself as she subconsciously punched a farmer in the face. Running towards the next farm with the few slavers who weren't bagging slaves, Ghost took the next farm easily, the farmers not wanting any bloodshed. Only now did she actually stop to tag 'n' bag the farmers and civilians. She could hear the sounds of battle and gunshots coming from the city, and it was giving the Ghost Soldier the need for even a little bit of blood.

The next farm put up a fight, a few of the farmers actually having blasters, and Ghost's arm was grazed by one of the more brave farmers. That being paid for even just that with his life, and the rest of them quickly surrendered. Ghost smiled under her mask and mumbled to herself,

"Who knew this would be so fun."

[member="Ka-Aver"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva stepped through the doors of the bank and over the first corpse. She stood there briefly, drinking in the scene. The ozone scent of freshly discharged blasters, the metallic odor of blood spreading in pools around the fallen. Their blood is tan? How strange. She continued forward, eyes scanning for movement. Her elites stepping across broken glass as they followed after their matron. One hand came up as she keyed her comm, "Status check Lambda."

Again the reply was prompt, "On final approach for strike team three."

Zenva smiled again and continued into the bank, "Good. Return to the Hunter once your done and bring me two more strike teams. Make sure they have demolition charges."

Zenva pushed onward, her scatter blaster held forth at the ready. Time to work.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Flora Burn"] [member="Ka-Aver"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Alatar Istari"]