Location: Cato Neimoidia, IGBC-Owned Vault
Objective: Secure the Vault, Eliminate the Raiders (BYOO)
-Private Contract-
The turbolift ride was brief, leaving behind the landing pad and their exit...
The crushing weight of an entire mountain above might have made some feel as-if they'd been buried alive, but not Vincent. The professional paid little attention to claustrophobia, focused instead on what lay before & above him. He'd instructed his team to remain below, while he went ahead... Clearing out the area directly beyond the turbolift was likely to require some heavy lifting, and while the IGBC paid top credits for its' crews, the contract regarding his "consultation" for the operation was a serious affair, and he'd be sure to conclude their business together properly.
No more lives lost. No collateral damage. Clean the vault, and save the hostages if possible.
Perhaps once he'd cleared the Administrative area, he'd allow the team to join him.
When the turbolift opened, it was just as he'd expected... He was not alone.
The turbolift doors opened to reveal a once-finely decorated office area, decorated in the IGBC's colors, fine furniture, and artwork... But now, it was all damaged, shredded, torn. Blood had painted the walls, and the smell of death & fire reached his nostrils... faint, but present. Somewhere, someone had been burned alive.
Tables had been upended and chairs broken. Blastermarks scorched the walls, and motionless shapes remained where they'd fallen - those few personnel which lived & worked within the vault in certain seasons. The pirates had managed to choose the right (or the wrong) time to hit, with more than just the vault's riches ripe for the taking. They'd stolen lives that day... which were, even for the IGBC, far more priceless.
Vincent slipped into the quiet remains of the carnage, the barrel of his blaster probing the air like a serpent.
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Three shots killed three pirates. The first died suddenly, sent into the void without warning; the entire side of his skull removed by the powerful shatter-pistol's projectile. Vincent took his fellows quickly, having begun the work by locking one pirate in a wrist-lock, assassinating his fellows at close range before Vincent turned his weapon on his helpless victim. The man screamed as he suddenly hit the ground, staring into the face of a Devil... then never saw again.
The large room where he'd snuck up on the trio was a bit warmer than the others; it appeared to have been a meeting room at one point, but all the chairs & the great meeting table had been piled up against the wall, blocking the sight of the hallway & offices beyond. In the center of the dark, smoke-stained room, was a pile of ash and a charred, blackened ragged circle... with a carcass curled into a ball at the very center of it.
Chewing on his lip absently, Vincent turned away from the sight, and left the room.
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He met two more on the short walk back to the turbolift, ambushing the angry Gamorrean and his Wee-quay companion from a quiet hallway. The Wee-quay pirate lost his blaster, dropping it from the sudden close-quarters assault of fists & feet, and Vincent shattered the pirate's right wrist as he sent the alien head-over-heels.
The Gamorrean had responded quicker than Vincent had expected, attacking the suddenly-materialized ghost with a force pike - but the boogeyman ducked the swinging charge, using the fatter pig-like creature's momentum & weight against it, sending it crashing into a wall. Both died from the quiet cough of the Xana Shatter-pistol. Casually surveying his work, Nyax reloaded the compact pistol with a fresh magazine, tucking the used one away in a pocket.
"Goodnight." He muttered, then stalked back to the turbolift a few rooms away.