There is no Terror in the Bang

[Ghorua the Shark]

https://youtu.be/ZLB3-GBNtTY

LOCATION: REPUBLIC MILITARY BASE, TAANAB
EQUIPMENT (in bio): - KOODAN CLASS BATTLE ARMOR - THE SPINSTER - BANDOLIER w/ GRENADES - 2 DC-15's - VIBROKNIFE - TRIDENT - CZ FLAME PROJECTOR-
MOOD: RESTLESS

Ghorua the Shark closed his deep black eyes pensively, enjoying the cool and darkness of the night. His massive form was obscured by the shadow of a large building. His Koodan-Class Battle Armor plated his body, turning his form into a giant durasteel colossus. A low rumble found it's way into the genetically modified Herglic's chest, shaking the bones of his nearby allies. He felt the tension of the moment, and wanted nothing less than to break it with a charge forward. Don't get ahead of yourself, Balin. You'll run off and risk your life soon enough. This base isn't gonna blow up itself.

Just a block away, the front gate to the Republic Base glinted in artificial light. His ragtag team of terrorists and psychopaths knew the plan already, and he had hoped that they had decided what part of the plan they wanted to be a part of. Ghorua felt comfortable with who he had behind him. [member="Atin Vendet"], [member="Ebon"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Ashalah Ky"], [member="Xandrek Crognus"], and [member="Ahogo Skuji"], plus whoever Ghorua couldn't see at the moment. Were they a reliable team? Not at all. But Ghorua knew how binding a common goal can be, and what better of a common goal is there than inciting mayhem?

Only [member="Azalyn Falconer"] and [member="Michael Byrnwulf"] were set to be on the B-Team. Ghorua had asked [member="Julian Valentine"] to go with them, balance out the power, but if Valentine wanted to join the main assault, the Herglic wouldn't stop him. Still, they needed more men for the job they were going to do.

Ghorua turned to his team with a small frown, his deep black eyes sparkling ten feet off of the ground with a feral light. He gestured to Ashalah and Ahogo. "Once we breach the main gate, meet with B-Team. We've got enough out front, and you two are probably the best qualified." He turned again, to encompass the whole group, each one an arsenal of destruction. His lips parted, revealing a savage smile. "Well then, shall we make some Chaos?"

 

[Xandrek Crognus]

Location: With rest of group
Equipment: in bio
Xandrek smirked at the boss's words. "I'm always anticipating chaos". Xandrek looked at [member="Ghorua the Shark"], wondering what his thoughts were. However, Xandrek cocked his pistols, readied his armor, locked his helmet into place.
Xandrek saw how much credits would come out of this. He knew he would split with the rest, but he would have more than enough to buy some new gear.
The familiar red HUD filled Xandrek's dark world, and it showed his health readings, visuals, ammo count, and other essentials. Xandrek would not be falling to any Republic scum today though, and he had read up the team's past records, and knew death was not probable for them too.
As for the placer of the bounty, the One Sith, which was a lie because there were thousands of Sith in the galaxy, Xandrek thought they were a little crazy, but didn't mind them as much as the Primeval. He hated those crazy savages, but a bounty is a bounty, and credits are always needed in a galaxy where 99% of its citizens were warring, starving, and hungry.

 

[Sirak Kolar]

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LOCATION: REPUBLIC MILITARY BASE, TAANAB

Equipment: In Signature

"Well then, shall we make some Chaos?", grunted the massive [member="Ghorua the Shark"].

Ebon's stood nearly seven feet, dwarfing everyone but the genetically modified shark himself. Clad in black, scarred, and tested Primeval Agent Armor, only his unmasked face lay open to the cold air of the night. His amber gilded eye's seemed to glow faintly in the dark recesses of their hiding place, casually wandering across the group, pausing on both [member="Atin Vendet"] and [member="Azalyn Falconer"]. The former, due to his obvious mandolorian affiliations, a thing Ebon fought on numerous occasions in his time working for the Primeval and subsequent campaigns as a warlord amongst them, and the latter because of her dark presence in the force, if at all minor.

The brooding sith took his attention from the others for a moment to calm his thoughts, forming a singularity in the force before expanding it drastically. It washed over the republics base, and over all the allies around them. A sudden surge in consciousness, a focused goal came to mind, while the distant republican forces would slowly grow unsure, chaotic, and disorganized. The battle mediation was successful, and it would take some time holding it up before Ebon could use any other force powers. The mental affects of this spell would be amplified by the pure ferocity he would show in battle, and the thought licked at the fringes of his battle ready mind, forcing a hideous yellow smile in front of his temporary comrades.

"No time to waste. Let us begin."

Ebon unclipped his lightsaber from it's spot on his utility belt, and motioned to the others to follow him towards the front gate. WIth him, [member="Ghorua the Shark"], [member="Atin Vendet"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Ashalah Ky"], [member="Xandrek Crognus"], and finally [member="Ahogo Skuji"] , all likely prepped for the battle to come. Half the distance to the gate, Ebon looked forward, beginning a sprinted charge, his lightsaber illuminating the night in a hot red flash from both ends, and with it he took a massive leap up and over the wall, alarms beginning their slow howling as the battle begun.

There was no time to waste in opening up the stealth teams entrance, afterall.

 

[Atin Vendet]

Location: En Route To Objective//
Loadout: In Bio [Ammo: Green, Health: Green, Misc: Green]
Call Sign For Battle: Oxide One
DZ 44G Uplink: Overwatch

The Death Watch Ori'Vod checked and re-checked over his gear. Ammo was green. Supplies Green. He sinc'd his helmet HUD with those who might want to accept it, as well as DeeZee. The little probe droid would hold overwatch on the top of the facility, tagging targets and providing thermal overview for others that shared that sort of technological capability. He blasted Music in his helmet, his fingers dancing over his bits of gear, until he stood to his feet with satisfaction.

Atin Vendet, of concord dawn, glanced up at the imposing presence of the Sith. His emotions, if one could sense such things, would convey a lack of fear, but an ABUNDANCE of caution. He was no fool, and knew his odds of tangling with one was not in his favor. Usually, he'd be free to joke, and ease things. However, it was about game time. When the ship touched dirt, he bounded out after the sith, his heavy boots providing a resounding thud against the duracreet of the street. He moved forward, a foot off of the right wall, with his rifle at the low ready.

The little probe droid moved above, performing what little scans it could, and providing updated battlefield information. [member="Ebon"] began to make leaping bounds, as a crimson blade activated in the darkness. Klaxons began to blare, and as the sith jumped with surprising agility, he jetpacked over the wall as well,and began sprinting for the gate. Whatever clever plan he thought in his mind, the reality was messier, as he leaned over, and fired the JT-12 at the guard post for gate controls, to prevent them from fully closing. No time to think about surroundings. The sheer rapidness of the assault would provide them an edge.

The explosion rocked the guard house, not resulting in a fireball, but a shower of sparks and metel. The door was bent inwards, but still intact. He'd have to trust another to end it entirely. However, the guard post was down, and attempts to activate ray shielding would prove more difficult with faulty electronics. The Mandalorian was briefly illuminated in a spotlight, as the source of the fired projectile was traced. He cursed to himself for his lack of caution, as several republic troopers opened fire on his now exposed position.

| [member="Ebon"] | [member="Xandrek Crognus"] | [member="Ghorua the Shark"] |

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis approached the base, a look of glee hidden beneath a thin Veil of Phirik as he made his approach, his tongue flicking as he went through a small duffel bag, he made a small detour before arriving at the base, an item he could not say no to. As he approached he watched as the Mandolorian Sith, Sidorian for short, approached with haste, "Well. Ain't we eager." he muttered before pulling the peculiar item to his throat, letting out a loud audible cough to draw the attention of the Republic. Sure explosions would have worked fine, but who could resist the Theatrics.

"Ahem, Republic Swine!" he paused for a moment, looking through his mask as the attention drew to him, looks of confusion and anger radiating throughout their face as they aimed their guns towards him, "My name, is Thraxis von Kickyourarse." he said with a relaxed and cocky atmosphere masking his body, "And I have but one proposition for yo-" his words cut short as a the first of the shots directed itself towards his speaker, his eyes following as he saw the shrapnel fall to the ground in almost slow motion, his eyes flaring with rage as his hands dropped.

His digits wrapped around the triggers, his arms moving like a jolt as his body laxed, his boots flaring with a quiet roar as he propelled himself forward his body landing on the wall as he looked about, his eyes darting about at the numerous soldiers that infested the base like rodents, His arm raising as a few bolts directed themselves towards his chest, only to be met by a few sluggers as they propelled with a whizz before cracking through their armor.
[member="Ebon"] [member="Atin Vendet"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Xandrek Crognus"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua grinned as he watched his partners-in-crime go to work. First went [member="Ebon"], a flash of crimson catapulting through the dark. Then [member="Atin Vendet"], blasting over the wall. He heard explosions. Well, what did you expect from a Mandalorian? The Herglic had expected [member="Thraxis"] to use some form of theatrics, but he hadn't expected the speaker. Thraxis von Kickyourarse was a nice touch. Ghorua heard blaster bolts and slugs being thrown on the other side, and decided to make his entrance. All of his comrades had elected to go over the wall via various methods. Ghorua decided to go through the front door. Literally.

Ghorua attached his helmet to his head, and his vision was immediately greeted by a rough image of the inside of the base, enemies highlighted with a red glow. Atin's probe droid was putting in work, it seemed. With a roar, the colossus surged forward, each of his footfalls creating a small tremor in the earth. In no time, Ghorua the Shark found himself at the front gate, but he didn't end his charge. The main gate to the base was slightly ajar, but still very heavy. Heavy didn't matter with the Herglic's momentum.

His frame collided with the gate, sending the durasteel doors flying in each direction with a clear metal ping. Soldiers were beginning to ooze from the base, but Ghorua wasn't cautious anymore. Combat was where he felt most comfortable. No more planning, no more worrying, just battle. His mind cleared, a focused goal in mind; Make some noise.

The ten-foot Hunter stood up tall, his armored form glinting in the large spotlight that had lit up the courtyard. With a bellow that shook the ground, Ghorua whipped the Spinster, his rotary blaster cannon, off of his back, and opened fire. A barrage of red illuminated the area, ripping through the guards that were now streaming out of the main building. Ghorua felt a couple of bolts patter against his armor, but payed them no mind. If this wasn't chaos, he didn't know what was.

- [member="Thraxis"] - [member="Atin Vendet"] - [member="Ebon"] -

 

[Atin Vendet]

Atin felt the impact of a blaster bolt on his chest, and the searing heat of a round scorching his side plate. Many others impacted nearby, as the heat melted a small patch of his under suit from the original shot. His skin underneath blistered, as any would when reacting to molton polymer and plasma, in the area affected. The Death Watch soldier returned fire, placing a controlled pair in one of the men, to the result of a plummet from a second story balcony. An adrenaline stim would keep him distracted from the pain, as he sprinted to cover. Upon finding a secure position, he jammed the needle into his side, and felt his pulse elevate.

Deezee kept careful overwatch, tagging what soldiers the processor was capable of tagging, most going for the much larger targets of opportunity. The Mandalorian hugged the corner, only exposing what was needed of himself to fire, as the sickening rounds blasted from the westar M-5, smartlinked safely into his hud. A republic soldier screamed in agony, as the blast nailed him twice in the torso, before collapsing in a heap into the center of the field. Atin waited, holding his fire, as he re positioned around the opposite corner of the building. He kept his eye on the wounded man, watching him writhe on the ground.

Sure enough, help came, and the combat medic that rushed to help his friend would meet a similar fate. Atin felt content with himself, as it would drastically reduce republic survivability rate. The click of a blaster could be heard behind him, and the Mandalorian stood to his feet, arms raised. "HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD! GET ON THE GROUND!", the trooper yelled. He felt a shove of a barrel against his back. Why he had simply not been shot was beyond him. He must have overlooked the man for a while. The Mandalorian did as he was told, slowly placing it in front of him, as he knelt, and dropping it to the dirt.

"Now the pistol! Throw everything down.", the man says, and the Mandalorian obeys, save one. He feels the blaster against his back, and the adrenaline coursing through him as he crouches on his knees. The republic soldier could take his life at any time. The mandalorian feels the equivelant of a zip tie wrap around his left hand, and knew it was time to strike. He pulls his boot knife with his right, as if he had purely reacted out of pain, and slams it behind him between the soldiers legs.

The mandalorian felt a spray of arterial blood, and the muffled "UGNF", of the soldier. He must have hit the groin, or the femoral artery. There wasn't much time to tell, as he took advantage of the man's mistake, turning and tackling the man to the dirt, before jamming the knife repeatedly into his eye socket. His free hand moved to cover the man's mouth, as the soldier desperately grabbed for whatever he could. "I'll be sure" *Shink Shink Shunk* "To give your wife my regards!", he growled down at him amidst the pained spasms. When the struggling slowed, and the body became limp, he wiped the blade off on his pants, leaving a trail of crimson. He recovered his weapons, and resumed the fight.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] , [member="Thraxis"] , [member="Ebon"] (Not to jump post, but I'll be gone a few days.You can assume I'm here fighting.)

 

[Sirak Kolar]

Ebon enjoyed the chaos of battle.

No, more than that, he reveled in it. He fell in love with the adrenaline long ago, and as a spice fiend looks for their next fix, Ebon too strives for perfection on the battlefield, something he has yet to achieve in his mind's eye despite the thousands of beautiful pieces of art he has created in other men’s corpses. His eye twitched momentarily as blood sprayed across it, his attention jerking back to the battle at hand.

Near him, he saw the giant creature that was [member="Ghorua the Shark"] pressing the offensive with the rapid laser cannon he held at his hip, while he heard the distant cries of Thraxis in the distance. His own focus turned nearby them, where yet another strike team began to push forward on their position. He moved to greet them, either side of his lightsaber rushing through the air with a familiar buzz.

Caught off guard, the strike team that moved to surround Ghorua quickly fell victim to Ebon, his Ataru fighting style making quick work of the nameless bunch, while he let off a sickening cacophony of laughter, mixed with the dying screams of the torn asunder men in front of him. If there were music playing, it’d be a grand opera.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] │ [member="Atin Vendet"] │ [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis remained perched on the wall, watching as men came rushing up it with guns in hand, firing whisks of light towards Thraxis, on to be meet with an empty glare as their blasts dissipated into nothingness on impact with Phirik. He pulled up his gun, aiming steadily as he counted down, "Three... two... one." he said as he pulled his trigger with succession, each whizzing bullet flying directly into the craniums of his foes as he watched as one after another they fell down, toppling over the edge or becoming limp on the perched wall.

Another group came with haste up the wall, only to be met by a body of Phirik propelling itself towards the group, his guns returned to their respective holster as e began to punch and kick, a scream of rage engulfing him as he noticed a Zeltron in the mix. Taking special care of he rest he looked down on the remaining Zeltron, picking it up by the collar and progressing to crack its skull with a series of heavy headbutts, spending a few minutes until its skin turned Crimson and was no longer recognizable as anything living anymore, just a pile of cracked bone and blood seeping from its shoulders.
[member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Ebon"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua looked up from his onslaught to thank [member="Ebon"] for the save. He had seen the men coming too late, and he probably would've taken a few hits. The Shark had never tested his new body to it's limits. How many blaster bolts could he take? He'd have to find out some day. Preferably not today.

The Herglic noticed another squad of soldiers to his right, who seemed to have analyzed the situation, and decided that they should take him out first. The Sith was apparently too big and scary for them, [member="Atin Vendet"] was a tough target to hit, and [member="Thraxis"] seemed to have disappeared from sight. The five or so men raised their blaster rifles, and let loose on the large hunter.

Ghorua roared as his armor was peppered with the blue bolts. A few shots made it past his durasteel plating, send sharp spikes of pain into his body. Seemingly unaffected by the various wounds, Ghorua turned his blaster cannon on them. The weapon overheated in Ghorua's hands. Growling, Ghorua attached it back to his back, and pulled a long, collapsed cylinder of phrik from his bandolier. Popping the various hinges into place, Ghorua lit his saber-pike.

Trident's blade roared to life, a vibrant sky-blue, contrasting Ebon's red. Faster than the soldiers could say "Watch out", Ghorua had rushed upon them, clutching the pike in both hands. His genetically modified reflexes and strength went to work. The first soldier was cut shoulder-to hip cleanly. The second met a similar fate at the end of Trident. Ghorua swung too far the third time, the phrik shaft slamming into the man's chest, folding his entire body over himself, and sending the lifeless body flying. The last two had backed up at this point. One was shouting at him, while shooting his blaster. "Surrender! You cannot win this fight!" The human didn't look sure in his words.

Ghorua let the blasts impact with his body. He felt the stabs of pain, but they seemed distant, not important. He smiled under his helmet, and lifted his wrist. A gout of fame spiraled out, engulfing the last two soldiers, screaming as they were incinerated. The Herglic felt a ping of satisfaction before going back to the battle.

He scanned the fight. Still more soldiers swarmed out of the base. Where was the rest of the team? Either they were being held up outside, or had bailed. Either way, they were running out of time. Ghorua went over the comms to the rest of his team, rushing to another group of soldiers as he did. "We need to make our move! Thraxis, find the targets and eliminate them. Ebon, Atin... Let's bring this party inside!" Ghorua punched one man square in the jaw, imploding his skull. He charged for the door as another group was coming out, blasters trained on him. In the blink of an eye, his hand went to his bandolier, and pulled out a bright silver ball. He combat-rolled to the side as they shot, and under-handed the gas grenade. It landed in the middle of them, and immediately started spewing white smoke. The guards grasped at their throats as the toxin took effect. After that, they were short work. This was much more fun than Ghorua had anticipated.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis paused, looking around as he watched Ghorua run into the base. He flipped on his com in retort, "What bloody targets! I thought our job was distraction!" he yelled as he saw one of the men eyes go wild, moving back no doubt to warn someone that there was another team. Thraxis halted him in his track, letting loose a single slug into the kneecap as he slowly approached. His leg angling above his skull as he let loose a hard succession of thuds to the skull until he felt the bone try to penetrate his boot.

His eyes darted about as he walked along the walls, using the dead carcasses as meat shields as he laid to waste the rest of the soldiers on the wall, each bullet meeting its mark as he slowly advanced along the walls, constantly tossing away carcasses as they became filled with holes from the blasters. Their normal flesh didn't hold so well but their armor worked a treat for a short time.
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Sirak Kolar]

Ebon's hand clenched around the worn lightsaber at his hip, still ignited. If it were a blade, it'd be red with the blood of his enemies, but that thought was only momentary as he looked down to [member="Ghorua the Shark"]. The inside team had failed, or maybe ditched before it began, it all mattered little to him, he'd been through worse, but the annoyance still wore his patience thin. He growled in his throat something only a Zabrak would understand, hopping off the raised platform downwards to his allies and their entrance in to the building.

Dust respected his presence, parting as the massive beast landed on his feet and turned his head to his next objective. His smile had disappeared, in it's place a look of seriousness as he walked through the doors into the now gassed hallway. Ebon held what breathe he had, raising his hand and forcing the cloud out behind him with the power of Sargon, a tower of smoke forming outside. He glanced to the massive shark near him, offering him a short nod before walking forward.

Another group had found their way into the hallway they now sieged, and as the group took a salvo down the hallway, Ebon sprung to action. His masterful work of ataru mixed wonderfully with his force augmentation took ahold as he corkscrewed through the hallway, his double edge lightsaber moving fast enough to become four to the untrained eye. Ebon's movements were wild, but the heavy spins, jumps, and kicks were devastating. Whatever men were in the hallway now were mere smears on the wall.

Ebon turned back once more, raising a brow to his temporary employer;

"Where to?"

@Thraxis│[member="Ghorua the Shark"]│[member="Atin Vendet"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua nodded back to the large Zabrak as he passed, and then annihilated a group of soldiers. He was a good ally to have. Perhaps they could do this with brute force alone, considering the brute force they had on their side. With a slight smile, Ghorua comm'd back to [member="Thraxis"]. "Go for the Communications room, it's in the middle of the compound. Destroy it." The Herglic had confidence in the torturer's abilities.

Ghorua then jogged up to [member="Ebon"], his gargantuan footsteps shaking the tiled floor. "You and me, we're going for the Armory. It's going to be heavily guarded, but... That won't be too much of a challenge for us, eh?" Ghorua smiled under his helmet, and ran past the Sith Warrior, collapsing Trident back into his belt, and pulling out his rotary blaster cannon again. The Spinster felt more natural to Ghorua. It was his first brain-child, his first augmented weapon. The barrels spun reassuringly in his hands.

The Herglic took point, charging down the hallway. Two guards had jumped out, but were quickly mowed down, various bolts in each of them. The resistance seemed to be dying off. Perhaps they were preparing for a major assault on the apparent army that had attacked their base. An army of four.

- [member="Atin Vendet"] -

 

[Atin Vendet]

The Mandalorian moved tactfully, only exposing himself when needed, as the droid continued to provide overwatch outside. If republic forces did come, he'd bail. A repainting of his armor was needed, after all of this was over, if he was to operate in republic space once more. No doubt cameras had caught them, and relayed the information to a much higher power. Two minutes had passed, and it would take likely less than 5 to mobilize a QRF to ensure they did not reach the objectives. Word of force sensitives in their ranks would also spread, and a higher capacy team would be sent to deal with them.

Atin Vendet took all of this in, and glanced to both the sith, and the larger individual. Once they moved, he would go to a location he felt valuable. Whomever ran this facility had valuable intelligence, and intelligence was something worth bargaining. A commanding officer would likely move to ensure they were not captured, and so Atin left his compatriots to their assigned task, taking the course of preventing further escape. No doubt the C.O of the instillation was far ahead of him, and the Mandalorian informed Deezee to tag any ship that escaped with a tracker. He changed his objective, with this task taken care of, in order to simply remain several hallways back from [member="Ghorua the Shark"] and [member="Ebon"] . Anybody that set up to engage them would find themselves getting shot in the back. The Mandalorian moved slowly, and cautiously, to take care of those potential problems.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis hand ran along his helmet, a dash of blood following his hand as he looked around, his eyes darting to find their communication tower? Though it wasn't too hard to find, he looked a little distance away, there it was, in the corner of the base stood a tower high above the ground. "Well. That looks promising." he said as he clicked his boots, his body spiraling through the air with a quiet grunt as he landed nearby the door.

His digits ran along a Com Device, "Get me an evac point nearby. Close to my current location, sending coordinates now." h looked around, watching as the rest of the group made there way inside the base. "Oh yeah. Leave me all alone." he hissed as he knocked at the door three times. "H-Hello?" someone said with fear in their voice as they no doubt trembled. "Sup." Thraxis responded with a taste of callous spitting from his lips. his leg reeling back as he activated his boots again, a burning pulse of energy kicking through the door as he heard the bones crack beneath the weight an force.

As he walked in he looked up, Who the hell uses stairs? he sighed taking the first step up the sitars, the next thirty seconds he spent listening as a voice got closer, yelling orders and requesting assistance. He walked behind the man, taking his helmet off as he looked with a grin, the man to occupied to focus until the helmet dropped against his skull, a repetitive bashing as his arms lifted up and falling with a resounding thud.

Thraxis walked to the com, coughing as he talked with a little control in his voice, back to that of the Doctor he so fondly remembered. "Uh Everything is under Control. Situation normal." he responded, his eyes looking down as he saw some more men run through the front gate. "What happened?" Thraxis paused as he thought of his next line, "Some hooligans came bashing in the door. They done a number but everything is fine now. Yep. Everything is hunky dorey." he said with a nod, "I see. Well to make sure this dosen't happen again, were sending in some Force Users." his eyes widened, his gun aimed at the com as he let a bullet fly straight through it. "Hmmm.... Dunno if that is a good thing... or a bad thing." he said aloud as he heard what sounded like some more soldiers come running through the collapsed door.

He opened his own com towards Ghorua, "Yeah so we have a situation here. I broke the coms. But I think there sending in some Jedi? Or sith? Dunno who is affiliated with the Republic." he said with a cough as he pulled out his guns, starting a firefight from the stairs directed down at the men as they quickly swarmed like ants to honey.
[member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Atin Vendet"] [member="Ebon"]