We, The People | TAE Dominion of Dredd (AM-36)

[Thraxis]

Objective: B
Post: Third
Loadout: Cruciatus Blade | Saber Vambrace V2.0 | Tazi Executioner Armor Mk-I | RL-40 Stun Net Launcher | Thraxis Pistolas | Darth Bane Robes |
Allies: Purple Rejects x9 | Dan Trayhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/18048-dan-tray/ | [member="Salij-Nekt"]
It was a latrine all right, but not one of those Latrines that was nothing more than a dilapidated outhouse, no this was the fancy latrine, the bar the seat, the tap the whatever that thing on the back of a toilet is and you know what to clean your you know where was placed right in the centre as a water fountain. It was a little more lavish than it needed to be, in fact, this felt more like the cream of the crop than some gang's hidey-hole. But there was one mark of an up and coming gang. ANd that was that the boss man thought he was invincible, and paraded himself like a target.

It was here where Thraxis halted, raising his hands up to the cavalcade, "War Dude. I ain't making myself more important. We need the gangs removed. And there are two forms of Religious Indoctrination, well. Indoctrination. The first, religious take a while. The other is a take-over." He looked at the rejects, snapping a finger for one of them to turn up. Some Grey Furred wonder. Caamasi, if he recalled. "Congratulations, you Caamasi so and so. In approximately...." He raised his fingers, counting the digits one at a time before shrugging, "Six weeks I'll give ya. You shall be the next ruler of the Cheshire Children's and afterwards shall rejoin the Purple Rejects as a high ranking member. Congrats." He gave a pound on the shoulder, the Caamasi falling back as Thraxis pointed a finger at the rest of the purple Rejects. "Scramble. Caamasi. Find a small cell of these gang members, fight with them and become their member. Me, War Dude and Cat Man shall clear the path." He said with a bow, letting the Caamasi pass him as he turned to the other duo. "Right. Let us make a business deal. Or we can shot them." he chuckled, he was half serious. There was a battle going on in the Dark Zone, but the gangs needed to be dealt with. Religious indoctrination was all well and good. But some men didn't have the patience.

He swayed through with an unnatural presence, moving through the drug-induced fever dream of a crowd. He was noticed for sure, he didn't have much of a choice, some sickly energy flowed from him as he moved, but it sure as hell got the attention of the big boss man as he and his compatriots came across another Guardsman. Another Gammorean. Though this time, a tad of tact had to be utilized. Mainly, a passing of credits. A small bag to be precise as he was waved past.

His friends, not so much.​

The Gammorean walked back, huffed with a snarl as it looked up at the towering Cat Man, it wasn't often a Gammorean looked up to people, but this was an exception. Thraxis sighed, pulling from his cloaks pocket like some sort of parlour trick another two bag, plopping it down on the Gammorean's head as the lace of twine that kept it sealed peeled open, pockets of credits rolling down him like a river as his menacing charm become a vagabonds desperation, bent over as he moved to the side to let them pass.

Finally, through the tumultuous pass, they finally reach their grail, the fruits of their labour. The Cheshire's... Something. He was sure they had some semi-witty name, but as he looked upon the head of this group he realized why they had such potty humour. In one hand, a half emptied bottle of booze, in the other a fat comical cigar that couldn't fit in his hand, he simply clutched it against the table and his eyes buzzed in some weary dust filed dream. "The Cheshire's Kinglet. The Grand Duke-" He was cut in an instant, a buzzed laughter rolling as the women and men that surrounded his table lazed around slinking with the grace of a butterfly drowned in honey. "As I was saying, Kinglet, Master of... The..." He walked up, snapping a finger in front of one of them, "Huh. Um." He looked around, it seemed most of the people in the booths were in a similar position, the people dancing sure the buzz hadn't left them so invalided. He withdrew two Pistolas, tossing it to Feline Man and Fighting Dudet. "Right. If we are lucky the rest will be this stupid. You two choose between each other who will end it. Also, wait for the beat to drop, no one will hear the shot over this much noise." He scratched his head, walking over to the edge to look over everything they owned. They couldn't have existed long, and the Caamasi was doing well. At least, he hoped.

 

[Formorta]

Objective: A
Liberty District 1-Following Lyra Sarn

Formorta did not need any verbal conformation to move her ass, and quickly, the assassin raising her hand while leaping forwards, shooting a grappling hook from one of the man wrist mounted weapons she owned. The carbon-fiber cords piercing through the small layer of smoke, becoming taught, the small engine wiring away before pulling Formorta along in quick succession towards the newly blown open door. The sound of metal boot soles scrapping against the floor as the pale woman literately skied across the surface, perhaps she could turn this into a sport after they took control of this planet.

Bursting into the room the masked assassin was already brandishing her weapons, her HUD already marking out several targets, all B2 super battle droids, "... target practice". Not slowing down one bit Formorta continued to slide along the polished floor, pistols blazing, vibro blades in her other hands, slicing through the weaker parts of the droids armor, around the legs and armor. "Now would be a good time to use some EMP detonators, that is unless you don't want your equipment fried", she remarked rhetorically plunging her blade into another droid, her eye accustomed to the dark, though her suits still contained thermal imaging.

 

[Ravenfire]

Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Thraxis"] [member="Salij-Nekt"]
Loadout: sk-ul-armor, wendigo-4d1
Walking into the Lavash Latrine "For such a terrible name they certainly know how to make a place look decent." Then turning to Thraxis "Boss man, I really don't care what you are attempting to do with these gangs as long as I get to kill someone." He looked at the man "You know I hate religion right. Easier just to do a hostile takeover." As he watched Thraxis call on and talk to one of his men.

Then they started moving thru a crowd again. His kind of people thugs, gangsters and criminal. All of them were as high as kites. But become he was in armour with a helmet on none of them recognised him thankfully. Then they ran into another Gamorrean. Dan said "Seriously are you guys just everywhere or it is just me. I mean seriously." Looking the Gamorrean up and down "Get a pay rise man seriously you are a too much" He says using the force without realising to convince the Gamorrean to leave, go home and find a better job. As the Gamorrean left, Dan said "Didn't have to pay him boss-man I have special ways with people."

Following Thraxis since the Gamorrean had left after he had convinced it to get another job, even after it had been given extra credits to let them thru. Entering the room he immediately saw the man in the centre with a lot of people around him. He was then given a pistol and told to wait for the beat to drop. "Okay, so the big man in the middle with the half empty bottle of booze and the damn cigar that I can do." Then aiming right at the fat man, the beat dropped and he fired, it was a good shot. It should be anyway Dan was good with weapons. The man went pale and dropped his bottle on the floor. It surprisingly didn't shatter. "Done and Done boss man."

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Post #3​

Attn: [member="Celeste Cavataio"] | [member="Asteria deWinter"]​

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• Strike Team Mission
  Deploying From Orbit, Planet Dredd

The Overlord's eyes closed as he breathed in the air around him, as his mind reached out, seized upon the dark, malevolent currents that flowed ever forward on their inexorable journey, from the maelstrom that birthed them, and instantly knew that the earth witch's indication of the direction of their quarry, was correct. He nodded slowly, briefly, a gesture that was, perhaps, imperceptible to those who did not pay attention.

Through the supernatural sixth sense that allowed him to sense the invisible pull of the Darkside and its eternal struggle with the Light, he caught a glimpse of the witch's anguish, just as his vision noticed the brief change in her eyes, indicating her silent disapproval of his methods.

"Those inhabiting this district are beyond saving, Celeste," he said to her, his voice firm, grave, as for him this was not a matter of joy, or pleasure, merely duty. He did what had to be done, regardless of the act's morality, for he understood that sometimes, a necessary evil was required. "Raised to the madness that grips this part of this world, they are no longer beings such as you and I, but abominations, constructs of insanity and chaos that understand only the language of horror and who's only remaining purpose, now, is to exist as slaves, cannon fodder and subjects for experimentation. To end their lives, such as they are, is an act of mercy, the only one which we can grant them now."

Turning his piercing gaze now to Lady deWinter, he nodded his approval at her control over the Darkside of the Force. Like him, she was a true Master, one who had learned to keep her emotions in check, to use them as the tools and weapons that they are. "An admirable demonstration, my lady, of the true power of the Darkside. A lesson which the depraved, wretched creatures of this district, should have been taught long ago," he said to her.

His eyes scanning his surroundings and the warriors accompanying him, he spoke once again to Celeste. "Lead on, my most esteemed witch," he said to her, his mind now focused upon that which he secretly hoped would lead him to a way of accomplishing his most secret of desires: the destruction of the Force itself. "Let us find that which we have come here for."

 

[Salij-Nekt]

Objective: B
Allies: [member="Dan Tray"][member="Thraxis"]
Post: 3
Loadout: Pole-axe and Modified Armor

Salij-Nekt looked at the one called the 'new ruler of the Cheshire's Children'. Something the Anubian did not exactly understand was the structure of gangs and such. Of a more primitive race than some. Another Gamorrean guard was soon met afterwards, and they looked up at Salij. The Anubian managed a toothy grin, when others looked up at the tall figure. Unless it was in such a way that they were expecting something from him. The guard was handed some credits, and the Anubian glanced up away from said guard. Credits, the Anubian was not one for bribery. It was one for killing, for execution.

They moved onwards, and finally they found those they had come to find. The one named Thraxis tossed a pistol back, and the Anubian just caught it. A firearm? The tall figure never had used such a weapon...and did not plan on it either. Luckily for the Anubian, he had no reason to as the 'War Dude' took the shot instead.

 

[Thraxis]

Objective: B
Post: Fourth
Loadout: Cruciatus Blade | Saber Vambrace V2.0 | Tazi Executioner Armor Mk-I | RL-40 Stun Net Launcher | Thraxis Pistolas | Darth Bane Robes |
Allies: Purple Rejects x9 | Dan Tray | Salij-Nekthttp://starwarsrp.net/user/16969-salij-nekt/
The sound of the bullet was rocked and cascaded by a baritone bang as the beat dropped as the kids said these days. He looked over the canopy, gazing at everyone as a few heads turned to look at what they could only assume was a Sith-Lord Praincingabove their dance floor. Some even took the chance to leave, those who weren't buzzed out of their minds that was. As the beat... rose? He turned around, looking to if they had the stomach for this line of work. And at least one pulled it off, the barrel of the gun still smoking from the shot as he looked at the Cat Man, "Well. Have to prove yourself next time around. Good work Fighting Man." HeE said as he walked up, grabbing his Pistolas from the duo if they tried to fight back the sound of whizzing would erupt from his free arm, lights forming and dancing in a still state to show that these were not gifts, and even if they were he was an Indian taking it back.

He pulled away, taking a seat with the Kinglets extra friends. He decided now was a good time for a short spell of a break, legs crossed as he went to pick up the oversized Cigar, picking with great strain before getting cocky and attempting to roll it between fingers, only for a sea of ash and burning embers to spread onto the floor. "Man this place sucks. Cigars and alcohol? MAn you lot really are children." He said at the crowd of buzzed up dudes and dudettes, waving a hand in front of them, "Really are out of it huh?" He pulled himself up, far more natural, the cloaks and mysticism were wasted on this lot as he simply walked up to one of them with a deathstick sticking out of his arm, lining his shot up as he ran and kicked it out, sending it flying over the canopy into the crowd below. It was an interesting sight, to say the least as the crowd became a pack of wild dogs, ineffective, but wild and savage as they pushed, scrapped and dragged people out of their way for a taste of a used deathstick. "This uh... I'll be totally honest. This is a real drag." He raised a finger to his voicebox, a loud autonomous whistle resonating through the room as a soft drum that the Purple Rejects turned to, even the Caamasi was about to leave before turning back. "All right. We got those other two to deal with you two, so grab some drugs, alcohol whatever ya want. Doubt these losers will even notice." He sighed, a hand swiping down to grab one of the half-emptied bottles, walking over to the one he had removed of joy and poured it over him, the smell of alcohol barely fermenting the air as he tossed it up int eh air, catching the neck of the bottle and bringing it down with a thud and crack as glass shattered, blood mixing with brown as he turned to the others, a morbid level of disinterest or care washing over his hidden face as he started his descent down the stairs and out of this crap excuse of a gangsters hangout.

He passed through with the grace of a pissed off rhinoceros, walking over to where the deathstick still sat as people collected around in an orgy of violence, bodies starting to topple over as he walked atop them with little care, a few bodies got in the way only for a rather mundane twist of the arm, rolling them over and kicking them while they were down before finally being met with nothing more than the embrace of teh night sky, stars dotting yet also choked out by the light pollution the Lavish Latrine built up as he waited for his cohorts to meet up. And in the distance, teh sound of hoodlums starting a gunfight persisted. He could feel his calling, a culling was soon too occur.

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Dredd
LD1 Election Commission Warehouse
00:12:00 Mission Elapsed Time (MET)
Objective A
Attn: [member="Formorta"]

"I would prefer not to, we still have a job to do after this you know." She said grabbing her vibroknife, weaving her way through the enemy fire.

"I have another idea however."

She bobbed and weaved through the enemy fire, Formorta drawing most of their attention, allowing her to get uncomfortably close to one of the B2s. She grabbed onto it before driving the knife directly into the main computer in the torso. This was no normal vibroknife, it was a data knife, anything she stabbed with it could be easily accessed, ripping its way directly into its sensitive internal systems. Once the knife was driven in she began furiously typing on her wrist computer.

B2s were old droids, and while they have gotten quite a few updates over the years, one thing that was often neglected was security. This was not unusual, major companies normally did not really care to add any sort of cyber security measures to their products, it is all arcane science to them, they only care about money at the end of the day.

Lyra injected a bit of malicious code into the droids comm link, which would quickly spread to every other B2 in the area. This virus would not only shut down the droids, but allow her to turn them back on later, except with the flip of an IFF switch, enemies were now friends, and friends were now enemies. For now though she would let the fools assume that she had merely deactivated them, they might come in handy later.

As if by magic the droids one by one began to shut down, the lights on their chests going dark, and becoming somewhat hunched over. Now that that was taken care of, it was time to move on to the next room in what now appeared to be a gauntlet designed to catch intruders. Lyra fell off the large droid, dusting off her armor as she stood up.

"Onto the next room i guess."

Lyra made her way through the large open door into a very large white room, the walls were solid, sterile white concrete. There were no windows, nothing. Another trap it seemed.

As soon as the two were fully in the room, the doors shut and out of the concrete rose two massive machine gun turrets. This would not be fun. Two lasers popped out of the turrets, and after they had acquired their targets, a hail of solid .50 caliber rounds started to make their way towards the two intruders.

Lyra quickly used her grapple launcher to try and outmaneuver the turrets, before trying to find a weak point.

"They really don't want us getting to these voting machines it seems."

 

[Lorelai Ventira]

Position: Operation Pandora | Objective [A] Tame The Senate​

Convince Olphric Minn, Kedaria Holven and Preen Taama, three key Senate members, to support the cause.​

Location: Liberty District One, Loklier Court Suites, Apartment 713​

Current 'Target': Olphric Minn​

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Current Formhttps://imgur.com/bYUZDtz​

| Identity |​

Senator Valana Sentira ​

| Human | Female | Early Thirties | ​

| Persuasive | Engaging | Charismatic | Makes you think her ideas were yours |​

Over the crystal rim of her wine glass she watched him, the pretentious lift of his chin, the patronizing clip in his excessively verbose dictation, the way he swirled his drink in his goblet as he spoke. Every so often after a particularly noisy sip he'd pause, sniffing at the glass and nodding to himself as if reconfirming he was some kind of wine connoisseur. He wasn't. The vino sitting on the faux granite bar top hadn't cost her but fourteen credits. It was disgustingly bitter with no body, too much grit and pumped full of cheap artificial flavorings, though the re-purposed bottle it sat in was that of a Coruscanti red of the highest quality available. Not that he'd ever know. For all his ostentatious posturing, the man hadn't a truly sophisticated bone in his large body, his lack of substance made him insipidly easy to manipulate, and even after weeks of observation and interaction, she couldn't figure out why and how he held such sway over the rest of the Senate.

No matter, she supposed, though her curiosity begged her to dig deeper. That particular detail was no longer important. She'd managed without it so far. Her job here was nearly complete, months of carefully planting her seeds in his mind had seen them grow rapidly, and with a little further watering… he'd be ready. His loyalty had been won, his vote for the Shrouded Republic's interests secured and he was none the wiser. He just needed that last little push. Election Day was close. Everything was falling into place beautifully, and without resorting to kidnapping, blackmail or open bribery on her part.

Well. For now, anyway.

Senator Olphrich Minn sat in his chair like it was a throne, licking the last of his recently drained glass of wine off his lips. He snapped his fingers once, holding the glass aloft as a young woman in plain grey scurried nervously from the bar, bottle in hand. "More? Yes?" he offered his guest, watching his goblet fill with greedy eyes.

Lorelai Ventira shook her head gently, holding a slender hand up to stop the servant as she approached. "Thank you, no, I couldn't! You'll spoil me for my meetings later, Lord Minn," she said coyly, placing her glass on the table in front of her. She was perched on the edge of the garishly colored sofa, her caramel curls gathered elegantly at the nape of her neck, leaving the flawless, milky skin of her décolletage bare. She'd noted how his eyes kept traveling the hem of her ivory off-the-shoulder gown, following its relaxed curve as it plunged down the front of her lithe body. No shift she made in her seat went unnoticed, and the Shi'ido never wasted a movement. Everything he saw was calculated, tailored precisely for Minn's tastes and desires.

"As you wish, Vala, my dear," the politician conceded, swirling his wine before taking a rather long drink. The servant girl hovered for a moment before retreated behind the bar once more. From the corner of her eye, Lorelai saw her quickly sniff the open bottle, her face crinkling in disgust.

The shapeshifter smiled the tiniest bit.

"Mmm!" Minn smacked his lips like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. He drew breath and opened his mouth, and sensing one of his long-winded, gossip-filled tirades on the horizon Lorelai quickly interjected. She had only an hour before her escort would interrupt them and she'd already filled much of it with mindless social drivel. There wasn't time for anymore deviations. She knew he was already in her proverbial pocket. His grand ideas were hers, after all, and she'd spun her narrative well enough that he'd never questioned anything.

He was doing her bidding without realizing it.

The true mastermind leaned forward a bit, seemingly unaware her gown leaned with her. "I've thought more on your…proposals," Lorelai began, voice dropping conspiratorially.

The promise of her tone caught his attention, and he forgot his wine momentarily, leaning forward in turn. "Oh?"

She held his eyes, the right amount of respect, admiration and excitement pooling in her chestnut gaze as she focused every ounce of persuasive power the Force and the unique skills of her species would allow. "I've decided to change my vote. You're right. In my ignorance I didn't fully understand, but with your guidance and a bit of quiet reflection… you're absolutely right. Taumcha is entirely too concerned with the wrong things, his election would be a disaster for Dredd!"

Minn looked pleased. Quite pleased. Lorelai could feel something click into place in his mind. She'd been right. The last small nudge he'd needed to solidify his stance was her own 'shift of perspective' driven by his own words. "Then you're with us? You'll support our mandate and vote for our candidate?"

'Our' mandate. 'Our' candidate. He really was convinced, wasn't he? She was almost proud of herself. Lorelai's smile was like the sun. "I will! I'm just grateful your wisdom reached me before I made a terrible mistake. I can't believe I almost fell for his act."

The senator grunted. "Well, I'm a very good judge of character," he boasted. "We can't all have such observational skills, dear. But you've made the right choice."

As did you, she thought. The shapeshifter pulled her mental manipulation back a degree, having achieved what she'd needed. With the lovely, admired Valana Sentira backing his plans and stroking his ego, his mysterious influence in the Senate would most certainly shift Election Day in the right direction. "I'm beginning to see why everyone speaks so highly of you, Lord Minn," she oozed, though not exaggeratedly.

The preening peacock ate it up. "Perhaps, perhaps, although many of these dimwits haven't the faintest clue what's truly at stake here."

"Your words made me see. Surely they'll see too, eventually. And on that note, a toast!" She raised her empty glass, which was promptly filled by the servant girl.

"Yes! Yes, a toast!" Minn eagerly raised his to meet hers. "To liberty's progress! To Election Day and the promises it brings!"

Lorelai lingered in his gaze, beaming. One down. Two to go. And something told her they'd not be nearly as easy. "To the future of Dredd," she sang.

And with a clinking of glasses, the first of the Shrouded Republic's plans for the Senate were set.

 

[Formorta]

Objective: A
Liberty District Shoot people: [member="Lyra Sarn"]
Post 4?

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Yes, the job, but, how, do you, know the place even had voting booth", [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]she muttered dodging and weaving through the mass of droids, unless she was referring to something else. Whatever the case Formorta continued to get the attention of the battle droids, flipping around the mechanical soldiers in a manner that only a Jedi could recreate, her movements fluid and smooth, like water, very deadly water. Soon the woman's rampage came to an end, the steel beings suddenly shutting down, one falling over, making the droids dominions all the way to the grounds. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Well at least like all political figures that have something we can rely on... being cheap".[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] With poor jokes (pun intended) out of the way it was back to work, apparent though she knew that there would be more than a few droids to get through, and by the force was she right. Cloaking herself the masked assassin leapt onto the ceiling once more this time herself being the one to get things done, the woman un-holstering small parts of a rifle, while still attached to the ceiling assembling the oversized weapon called the APAR.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"A little over kill but whatever", [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]keeping a constant move across the roof Formorta aimed her oversized rifle at the concrete pillars, a muffled shoot ringing out down the hallway as a 50 Cal anti-armour slug careened towards the turrets. The metal bullet ripping through the turret supports, the gun falling over spitting out blaster fire in a frenzy, no longer able to focus on a target, "one down one to go, take it out while I reload". [/SIZE]The APAR was strong and easy to disassemble but in its current state was a single shot reload and Formorta did not really bring that much ammo, she’d need to conserve it for future targets.

 

[Ravenfire]

Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Thraxis"] [member="Salij-Nekt"]
Loadout: sk-ul-armor, wendigo-4d1
As Thraxis walked towards him and held out his hand, Dan gave the weapon back to him. He looked down at the dance floor those who weren't drunk out of their mind had left. No one had noticed the dead boss yet. "Bunch of idiots" He said under his breathe. As Thraxis sat down, Dan continued to watch the people coming and going. Half didn't even notice him, but the other half didn't care. Watching Thraxis get back up "We heading out boss man?" He also looked over at Cat man he hadn't said anything at all.

Then Thraxis flicked a deathstick over the balcony. Dan looked down seeing the crowd go for it in their usual ways. But of course the strongest got it and used it. Dan shook his head. "Still can't believe I was among those idiots, different life though, now I kill people for a cause." Then he said "Even if I don't believe the religion." Then Thraxis turned to head out Dan followed and grabbed 2 bottle of alcohol, a cloth from some table and a lighter. Dan didn't have to move people they parted as he came through. Most people in his lifestyle generally knew to move out of the way of a heavily armoured man, especially when he was armed. In the distance he heard a gunfight start "Looks like they found the body and their is no line of succession usual for these kind of gangs."

 

[Rath Exigo]

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[-SOUNDTRACK-]​

Post #2​

Attn: To whom it may concern​

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• Objective C
  Dark Zone, Planet Dredd

A blip on the sensors told Exigo of the presence of enemy fighters, which his T-Wing's computers indicated were some kind of Uglies that the local cultists had probably cobbled together over the years. Many of them were little more than a cockpit precariously strapped to an engine, with some lasers sticking out of somewhere. They were in such poor condition, that several of them fell out of the sky of their own accord, disintegrating under the stresses of flight, which their shoddily-built airframes could not withstand. But there were many of them and they flew relatively low, under the cover of the primitive air defenses that were scattered all over the Dark Zone

Exigo smirked, his hand quickly flicking several switches and going through a complicated series of levers and buttons that were the controls for his fighter's directional thrusters. The thrusters fired, suddenly rotating the Talon ninety degrees to the right and lifting its nose by forty degrees. The inertial dampeners kicked in as the sophisticated fighter performed the kind of impossible maneuver for which it had been designed, going from level flight, into a steep nosedive in an instant. Exigo's wingman followed soon after, having already trained to anticipate this kind of maneuver and react in a split second to his leader's piloting, thus allowing him to keep up without requiring comlink chatter which would have given the stealth fighter's position away.

The two T-77 Talon interceptors swooped down like silent birds of prey and pounced on the pathetic attempt at a formation of the crude fighters below, unleashing death and destruction before pulling up, chased away by a barrage of flak and laser fire from below. The maneuver would not work a second time, however, as the enemy now knew of their presence.

Multiple Uglies began to climb like a swarm of ravenous bees, some struggling, some colliding in mid air and crashing, but the tide of enemy fighters kept coming and soon, Exigo and his wingmate found themselves fighting against a cloud of locusts, only the superior speed and maneuverability of their fighters, keeping them alive.

 

[Salij-Nekt]

Objective: B
Allies: [member="Dan Tray"] [member="Thraxis"]
Post: 4
Loadout: Pole-axe and Modified Armor

The Anubian grunted at Thraxis. He was about to throw the pistol at him before he collected it, showing his distaste with such weapons. Salij enjoyed coming close to his opponents. So he could see the fear in their eyes, see their pain. He relished it, and favored close combat above all other forms. He remained silent as ever. With the deed done, the Anubian turned and started to leave before the others. This type of establishment was too loud. The only loud sounds he enjoyed was the sounds of battle.

He heard a gunfight start, and was immediately curious. Then Thraxis came out of the hangout, and Salij-Nekt turned his attention to him. "Who is the next to execute?" the Anubian asked, finally speaking. He was an Anubian of few words.

 

[Thraxis]

Objective: B
Post: Fifth
Loadout: Cruciatus Blade | Saber Vambrace V2.0 | Tazi Executioner Armor Mk-I | RL-40 Stun Net Launcher | Thraxis Pistolas | Darth Bane Robes |
Allies: Purple Rejects x9 | Dan Tray | Salij-Nekt

Thraxis turned to the duo, running a hand along the back of his neck. Dan had the wrong idea, and the Cat Man for once spoke. Thraxis, a little taken back by the cat turned and looked, widened eyes and a little shock in his voice. "And here I thought a Cat had ya Tongue Lynx Cadet." He responded, he was running out of witty one-liners for Salij, though they were never too witty, to begin with. Dan, however, for someone that came from this group of degenerates didn't seem to realize it wasn't the Cheshire Woopty Doos. "No, Violence Monger if I was to guess. We just found the next two targets, Racketeer's and Angel's started a gunfight." He responded it sounded big, the sort where guns and armaments weren't running low and high up executives if one could call them that were pervaded throughout. "Cheshire might've joined but... Well." He shrugged, he didn't know enough about them, if they flew into a frenzy and the drugs were combatant, or if they just decided to end it all with a final night that got cut short by a couple street punks.

He turned to the group, in his fingers his Pistolas twisted and swayed. "Right. So I think this is more up our alley than the Cheshire's." He said, kicking up a pile of dirt as he started to wade through, the streets grew claustrophobic for him as he passed through, leading them towards the gunfight, the sound of violence erupted in a torrent of frenzy, blasters mixed in a complex dance with slugs, and the occasional bang of a lobbed grenade leaving the sound always a shifting cascade. The dance of pistols became jarring on his fingertips, like a dreidel that had lost too much momentum, they shifted, no longer that perfected rotation but now a nonrhythmic swing that teetered on defiance of physics.

And as the first turn of the alleyway was made, the cascade of light and metal swam fourth, the alleyway opening up like the mouth of the river as Thraxis looked around, body upturning into a dumpster as he fished out a crate, placing it down against the wall a little distance from the firefight, legs crossed as he planted his Pistolas into the ground and looked over those in his command. "Right. Rejects, choose who is fit for the next two commanders. Puma... Naval and.... um... Ranger... Dude? Okay no, I'm done with that." He said shaking his head as he looked them over, "I think you already gave me the name, Tray right? As for big tall and enormous axe." He snapped his fingers as if he demanded to be presented something, "Name. need it. Can't keep coming up with these witty one-liners." He stated they and he refused to budge an inch till he got one. Well. He at the very least wasn't too sure about the Rejects. They might just ditch him and isn't much he could do about that, and he didn't have the leash for the Cat Man or the right amount of no how to keep Dan in line. In all honesty, he had such little command he wasn't sure why he was even in the position.

 

[Ravenfire]

Dan would look at [member="Salij-Nekt"] "It speaks and prefect basic if I might add, interesting." Dan wasn't surprised then again there wasn't much left that surprised Dan these days. "That mean I don't get to kill them, shame." Dan was not sad, he was happy, it meant less work for him. Hell if they didn't kill each other he most certainly would.

When [member="Thraxis"] said that it was up their alley, he laughed. "Good so I do get to finish them, I am happy with that boss man." As they continued through the streets, they got closer to the sounds of battle. Dan was So happy to be near battle, the smell of blasters, fire and blood all mixed. "Love this smell reminds me of the good old days." He smiled under his helmet, he wanted in so badly. Thraxis asked for names again. "That's right boss man Tray was my last name." He kept watching the battle intensely thought.

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Dredd
LD1 "Election Commision" warehouse.
00:20:00 Mission Elapsed Time (MET)
Attn: [member="Formorta"]

Clearly Formorta knew how to deal with these sort of things.

The shockwave that came out of the massive rifle she fired resonated through the whole building, it created a massive shockwave the likes of which Lyra had never seen before. The turret obviously blew into hundreds of tiny pieces upon being impacted with this godlike rifle. Now Lyra had to deal with the other one.

As she reached the end of her grapple line she dropped down behind the turret, before grabbing another det pack from her coat. She threw it on the turret as it continued to fire at Formorta, before grappling away from the poor turret and activating the explosives. The thing blew up very nicely. Now that that was done with they could move forward.

Dropping to the ground Lyra looked over to her compatriot, and began to speak.

"Im not sure if they have voting machines but they sure have something here." She said moving towards the now open door at the end of the concrete room.

The next room contained nothing but a pitch dark room, a which by the acoustic qualities seemed rather large. At the center was a terminnal bathed in a controlled spotlight, it was the only thing obvious in the room.

"I have a bad feeling about this." She mutterd moving towards the terminal.

It was an old terminal, it used a CRT monitor and had a very small screen size, turning it on spurred mechanical whirring of old mechanical data disks and other mechanical objects. Words started flying up the screen, it was starting up something. As it started up the lights around the room started turning on, revealing that they were standing above what appeared to be a massive lift. They could hear something rumbling below, the lift was rising.

The room appeared to be a massive hangar for something, and that something was probably coming up for them right now. The lift was still obscured in darkness, they would not see what was down there until the lights turned on. When they did they were greeted with something very big, and very dangerous.

The lift slowed down, and as it did the lights turned on. The last line on the terminal said "NYX WALKER: ACTIVE." The lights flicked on and they were greeted with a massive walker, it was well over 10 meters at the minimum, and the full size of this hangar was now revealed, it was massive. The walker was still at first, and then the light on its eye turned on, and it let off a horrible screech. It had a huge rail-gun attached to its back, and probably had quite a few other weapons systems. As a light near what would be its "head" flicked on, it started firing a heavy proton beam down in a line towards the two, she quickly grappled out of the way towards the wall.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT! Now this is a real party!"

 

[Salij-Nekt]

Objective: B
Allies: [member="Dan Tray"] [member="Thraxis"]
Post: 4
Loadout: Pole-axe and Modified Armor

Salij-Nekt curled a lip back at the one-liner from Thraxis. What ever was a Lynx Cadet? It did not like the sound of it, and murmured a few Anubian insults under his breath. He glared at them both. All it really cared for was the targets they were to come across and take down. Gritting his teeth out of eagerness now, he listened as Thraxis spoke of a gunfight. Yes, the Anubian had heard it going on. Jump into battle, that was a plan the Anubian wished it could go with. Spinning and cutting and slicing. That's all it came for to do. To cut things up, perform some executing. As was his duty.

Salij huffed at Thraxis, turning his head away. Names? What was with all these names? He could care less. "Salij. My name is Salij-Nekt...not this Cat Man you speak of." Of course, he only took everything too literally.

 

[Thraxis]

Objective: B
Post: Sixth
Loadout: Cruciatus Blade | Saber Vambrace V2.0 | Tazi Executioner Armor Mk-I | RL-40 Stun Net Launcher | Thraxis Pistolas | Darth Bane Robes |
Allies: Purple Rejects x9 | Dan Tray | [member="Salij-Nekt"]
A puff of smoke rolled through the alleyway, dust and debris rising and encompassing the lungs around them. Thraxis remained unphased, his airways left clear thanks to the Filtration System he always fails to remember. But the same wasn't to be said for the Purple Rejects, an uproarious coughing fit sparked through them, Thraxis what was becoming, catchphrase sigh as he looked towards Salij and Tray. "Right. Perfect. Now that we have names out of the way, we can get to proper work." The dust and debris rolled down, a flare erupting from the heels of his feet as he slowly ascended upwards, it was but a spark of noise compared to what was going on around them, but he swayed with undutiful laxation as he pointed out the alleyway. "Right. Now is the time for the fight. I trust you two are far more keen on getting bloody than I am." He stated to the two, Salij had been eyeing his Battle Axe the entire time, and Dan was only merely wetted in blood from the Kingpin. The Purple Rejects, while recovering from their fits still came dressed for war and chaos. Thraxis on the other hand. Well.

"I'm going up to the rooftops. I'll watch from up there, keep ya backs from being stabbed in all right?" He stated, his guns weren't designed for long range, and hell he hadn't even gotten whetted himself. But this? These were scrubs, the slaughter of a thousand barely quenched his hunger. He wanted a fight, this lot wanted a slaughter and he planned on letting them writhe in it. "Purple-rules. Whoever is becoming Commanders of this lot stay back, no need for you lot to die." He hovered a little further up, a hand clutching at a loose brick as he rubbed a hand over his tired face. He seemed to be losing the edge as he looked down, "Well? Go kill 'em tigers. I'll report this success to the Ancient Occulus or... I dunno whoever we work for. They'll pay you nice and well." He wasn't sure if he could pull it off if the Ancient Eye even knew who he was. But hell if he cared, he would pay them himself if he had to, no skin off his back.

 

[Ravenfire]

Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Thraxis"] [member="Salij-Nekt"]
Loadout: sk-ul-armor, wendigo-4d1
"Boss man I have been waiting all day to get bloody, and Watching this battle has made me wanna kill some stuff." Dan checked his weapons and his armour. "You go to the roof boss man, I'll start killing things down here." Not even listening to the rest of it he simply walks into the battle ground.

He fires his blaster at one man, only to then turn and fire at another. He continued to walk through them shooting as he went. From anyone from above he looked like a dancer moving through the battle. An angel of death, who did his job with a smile, taking gang members lives, stupid gang members who couldn't hit him let alone each other. He was using the force to actual move through the battle without being hurt. Not that he knew that at all, if he did he would have allowed himself to be hit on purpose.

 

[Formorta]

Objective: A
Liberty District 1-Following [member="Lyra Sarn"]
Objective: METAL GEAR!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rad3r9sjVSM&t=1s​

Formorta continued to doge the last turret as it the poured down fire down upon her, missing with a few close grazes here and there before the explosives did it's work, though it did raise a question. The droids turrets, they were quite old and cheap, and though she knew politicians where ones for skipping on cost, they clearly had something to hide, so why the cheap security? Was there something here taking all the funds away? something of value they wanted kept secret but could not afford proper security for it?

Upon entering the new, dark and rather spacious room, considering the echo's the masked assassin had to face palm at the other agents response, "really a bad feeling, I would neeeeeeeever have guessed". Between the droid walls and turrets the woman felt as if she was running through a very intense training course, or one of those holo games all the kids where playing these days, if the latter was true then this room would probably be the boss fight. At the sudden sound of wiring elevator and the gibberish sitting ancient looking screen Formrota had a real sneaking suspicious that she had just doomed the two, the array of lights blinding her slightly as the dark room became illuminated.

"You have got to be kidding me, really"? she doubted that her voice would be heard over the beast like roar of the mechanical walker, the thing the size of a rancor, but the way it moved gave the impression that such a walker was not cumbersome. "I have no idea nor do I care, split up and tell me about any weak point on that thing", Formorta yelled as the walker unleaded slug thrower round at the two. 'Where is Kiso when you need her, rocket launchers and a Sword Wielding Cyborg would be very good right about now', she thought to her self, reloading the APAR waiting to get a shot in on the metal beast.

 

[Salij-Nekt]

Objective: B
Allies: [member="Thraxis"] [member="Dan Tray"]
Post: 5
Loadout: Pole-axe and Modified Armor

Salij-Nekt did not need to be told twice. As soon as the Anubian was given the go ahead, it literally jumped and spun into combat. Whirling it's pole-ax around as it leaped into the fight, cutting through. The blood rage was fueling the Anubian now. The need for blood, for combat and violence to satiate it's violent hunger. He had been practicing as well, using it's 'abilities' and training itself in the arts. He pulled one near him, cutting through them with the thin blade. "I! Am Salij! Executioner of the Ancient Eye! And you have been chosen next as my victories!" he spoke aloud, announcing to them who he was. Perhaps it may have seemed a bit off to some.