Coming Up Swinging

[Niish Chichel]

This was the first operation Niish had been put in charge of. Himself and two others he'd not met yet, before briefing, he was then sent to Toydaria to do what he does best; cause terror and mayhem. Armed with his Lightsaber, saberstaff, Repeater Rifle and pistol respectively, Niish looked and felt ready for war with the Marauding Mandalorian menace, or 'canned food' as he's taken to calling them after his scrap with them on Hapes.

In the sewer system below a busy metropolitan area of Toydaria. Niish had been able to gain entry to the planet by stowing away on a planetbound ferry, and slipping away, into the sewers where he lie in wait for his comrades, making meals of lone victims in the night. He awaited radio communication to be established before showing his face during the day, as only a few others in his faction knew of this mission.

The large, predatory lizard peered through to the street through the storm drain situated just at head height for the nigh seven-foot-tall Barabel, peering out at the feet the the equine beings known as the Toydarians. They're pension for intelligence was for naught, when they're largest threat sat undetected below their feet. His stomachs growled in anticipation of the carnage that would soon ensue, once his brethren joined him. His tail flicked behind him, as he became anxious, and drew on that to bolster his Force Reserves.

The street above saw lots of foot traffic and only a few speeders could be seen thus far, from his limited view.

@Loco @Brick

 

[Harrison Fletch]

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Harrison walked with the other two. Both were Sith from the Old Empire. Yet again, Harrison had found himself the only Imperial Republica agent doing a mission. However there was an up-side. He hadn't formally told anyone yet that he would defect and switch over to the Old Empire. The Imperial Republica was a dead state, Moffs and Grand Moffs fighting over territory like greedy rancors. Harrison was wearing his officer armor, and had his blaster rifle and pistol with him. He also carried his four stardard issue grenades. This time, he was not in charge of the operation, but instead one of the Sith, Niish Chichel was in charge. That was fine with Harrison, provided they didn't die of course. The trio were sent to Toydaria, apparently to "Cause chaos and wreck havoc to the cities to attract Mandalorian forces for counter measure." This statement was spoken by the Imperial director to them at the brefing. Harrison was an orderly officer and had a distaste for unnessisary destruction, however, it was needed.

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[Koil Solus]

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Toydaria was a nice planet and standing on the roof top of a three story building did nothing but help that aspect of the place. Koil had just opened up a civilian communications relay panel near the utility stairwell. It had everything the interior residents used from commlink channels, holo vid streaming and everything in between. But what he was after was the circuit of street cameras along the way. It would not be too tough to crack. The mandalorian would be able to sit back while his port scanner did the work and relayed the information wireless to his techno coffer once it was broken into.

He took a deep breath, taking in the air that was filtered from his helmet. While most people thought simple traffic cameras were only for catching identity of traffic violations he knew it could be used for far more. Tilting his head to either side he cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders out of habit.

There was a waist high solid stone railing around the edge of the roof meaning nobody from another building's window or street level could see him as he stood towards the middle of the roof for the time being. He had made sure the door was locked behind him when he had come up and the rest off the roof had been cleared before beginning his slicing.

Walking towards the edge of the building though he would let the port scanner do its work. Koil would rest both hands on his holsters, his carbine slung on his back for the time being. The Field Marshal would get an eye on the street below, seeing the people coming and going. Only a few speeders here and there went by but there were plenty of civilians nearby. From his position, anybody that actually decided to do the abnormal act of looking towards the sky would see a silhouette of some roof top technician thanks to his scatterweave covered armor. He did not have a T visor like other mandalorians but that would not matter at this distance. He would get a clear view of anyone looking up. He had no intention of peaking for an extended period off time anyways.

 

[Drace Solus]

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"Any interesting stuff?" he asked from behind Koil, Drace staring at the skyline and then down at the bustling streets. His rifle was slung over on his chest, and a few others weapons were on his belt, but it would be hard to tell from far away, the wall covering him and the darkness covering him so it was hard to see much more than his silhouette.

He was in his first good mood in a while, and as always, eager for a fight. He doubted he would get one; they were on the rooftop of a building in the middle of a large city—hardly a battlefield. Still, he was prepared, armed as always. From his position up above, it was easy to spot any commotion, and his jetpack ensured he could fly down quickly to check it out. Toydaria was in Hutt space, but one of the few planets there that the Mandalorians hadn't gotten hold of. Still, it was controlled by the rebels, who happened to be their allies, and the sight of a beskargam was not uncommon on Toydaria nowadays. It was mostly a world where warriors came after a night—or several—of heavy drinking of Nar Shaddaa to take a break.

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[Kaida Kallos]

Jizz.

Lots of it.

That's what Kaida needed right now.

Not that there was any good prospects in these parts of old Hutt space. Hell- at this point she figured she might just have to settle for the sputtering issuance of the mottled blue skinned elephant trunked Ootalan wailer in the corner of this dive she had found herself in. Anything was better than nothing. She'd take it.

It was getting hard to find good jizz music in these parts, sad to say. Jizz music was one of the most soothing things around for working off a bad night, but the big Bith bands all stuck to inner rim nowadays, on low key worlds far from any active battle fields. All Hutta had left was cover bands and cheap imitations. Toydaria in particular seemed like a music and nightlife desert, even for these parts. It had only been a short hop from her normal haunts on Nar Shadda and Nal Hutta- that's where the real action was in the wild galactic south, whether you were looking for good music, good drugs, or an even gooder old fashioned fight.

It hadn't been hard to leverage her contacts as a frequent nightlife promoter in the neon-lit gems of the region to hitch a ride to the winged marsupials planet and catch a show the night before, giving her all the travel excuse to come here that she needed. Of course, the Togrutan was regretting that choice of cover now. The band had been alright enough- the furry four armed bass player with the seven stringed hallisket seemed particularly promising- but she'd made the mistake of trying the venue operators "special" stash of glitterstim too. Now she was sitting in a dark corner booth of this bar (where she could see everything through her even darker shades) drinking off her hangover and waiting for the residual drug induced paranoia to pass.

Kaida knew she was supposed to meet someone somewhere for something tonight, but she couldn't for the life of her remember the details. She hadn't intended to get this fucked up. Not good.

She'd also lost her grenades, which she presumed also wasnt good- especially since for all she knew they could have been used as party favors last night, which also probably wouldn't have been good. On the bright side, she had managed to score a really fancy pair of gold plated bangles and bracers combo that were actually phrik cored- so that was nice. They went good with her normal loose and colorful clothing and contrasted nicely with the dark designer sunglasses, so all in all she blended in with the bars eclectic clientile. Her lightsaber too was still neatly concealed in the ribbon tying together her ensemble at the small of her back. That would come in handy in case any of these shady schutta tried anything.

Kaida pulled a small jet lighter from her belt and lit a death stick to even out her energies- a downer to counteract the previous mornings uppers. It was gonna be a long night.

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[Niish Chichel]

Niish watched as the IR defector he had been briefed about walked into his view from the other side of the street. Letting out a low hiss, Niish bolted through the sewer system, as he was adequately acquainted with it by this point.

"Meet Thisss One in the Alley to your left," Niish said, telepathically to the Agent, before breaking off his like of sight, as he moved swiftly, to the exit located down an alleyway that lead behind the bar his Sith comrade now sat within. Niish thought it to be as good a place to start as any. Exiting the dimly lit alley, his silhouette appeared to be something out of a nightmare, as he emerged from the sewers, after shoving the sewer cover to the side.

His position placed him nearer to his two compatriots, as they came together. Yellow eyes, filled with a hunger for the living flesh of sentients peered through the darkness at the passing winged populace.

A Toydarian shopkeep was smoking a cigarro on his back patio when the Sith emerged. Dropping the spliff from his lips, he attempted to call out, but was hushed as quickly as his mouth opened. What came next was Niish's idea of an appetizer, saving the wings for last. He smelled like hell and probably looked the part as well, but that didn't stop him. Checking his weapons a final time, he tucked himself in behind a dumpster, and clicked his commslink twice, to alert both of his comrades that he was in the meeting place.

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[Harrison Fletch]

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Harrison continued walking, speeders and people passing him without a glance. He looked around him for any suspicious activity, but everything seemed fine. Something in his head told him to go to an alley to his left. Without thinking, Harrison nodded and turned left into the alley, letting the words guide him. He walked in and stopped to look around. He heard some noises, but continued walking down the long alley, looking for his partners.

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[Dax Rau (TL8)]

Dax had been standing by the communications relay watching Koil's slicing tool. Because he was damned bored and there was kark else to look at besides more damned buildings. The recently promoted Supercommando had led the operation to take Ruusan. A task that tool greater effort then he had expected. Thus, he really hated big cities at the moment.

"Hopefully another woman so you can get the kark over your ex." Dax replied Drace's question with a little salt. He felt sorry for his Solus brother but he also knew that he needed to push him to move forward. Plus he just really enjoyed pushing the man's buttons.

Dax moved to stand between and just behind his two companions. He was in his full white and red heavy armor. His standard gear for pistols, grenades and extra ammo. In his hands before his chest was his carbine rifle. Charged, and the safety off.

 

[Drace Solus]

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Dax spoke up from behind him, and Drace turned to face him, though his helmet prevented the man from seeing his expression. He scoffed. "Ex? Kriffin hell, we didn't even date. You're just jealous." He nudged Dax with his elbow lightly, the duraplast of their armors clinking together. "You better watch it, supercommando. I still outrank you." Drace turned his head back to the city just in time to see a massive lizard slinking out of a sewer, and realization dawned on his helmeted face. He didn't even notice himself raising his rifle to point at it, doing it reflexively. The Barabel—an old "friend"—emerged from a dimly lit alley, and the Mandalorian let loose 3 bolts at it before it even touched the Toydarian man. The shots would hit it from high up and behind, slamming at various points in its upper back in a loose—but intended—cluster. It would be hard for it to hear the bolts leave the barrel of his rifle amidst the commotion of the city, and even harder to figure out that they were coming toward it.

Drace knew that lizard—he could recognize it on sight. Though a coincidence that somehow they were both here at the same time, he couldn't help but feel like it was a sign. The Mandalorian could avenge Percy here and now. It was like an offering from Kad. "Tango at 2 o'clock, 20 meters away at most." The other two men probably didn't know the Barabel, though Drace firing on it was enough for them to do the same. Drace knew he was starting shit in the middle of a populated city, but he also knew that the Sith was about to chomp the Toydarian to death while he smoked a blunt on his back porch. The local police force would probably be understanding enough. Hopefully.

He was alert of his surroundings, though the duracrete wall protected him from the most part, defending everything up to his gut. It was also a good support for his weapon. Besides, he doubted there were any snipers around to actually notice him attacking the lizard.

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[Fynn Draygo]

Fynn had a habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The ex-Imperial didn't know it then but this was about to turn into another one of those instances. He wasn't armed for battle, a pair of blasters weapons of sustained combat did not make, but he hadn't come to Tydoria looking for a fight. He was looking for an old friend, a pilot who he hoped to recruit into the rebel cause.

But luck had never been with him since he had lost his arm on Tatooine, and he had been wondering from one city to another for weeks now, following a trial that was going colder by the day. He was sure if he didn't make contact within the next day or two he was never going to find him. Downing what was left of his drink, he slipped a few coins to the barkeep and got up from his seat at the bar, intending to go relieve himself before returning for another drink.

But with a drink too many in him, he didn't notice what door he was walking through and ended up in the alleyway behind the bar instead of the loo. Finding the alleyway empty, he shrugged and relieved himself on the all, when a human turned down into the alley from the front road. Fynn had been having bad luck, but it was about to get worse as he had stumbled out into the same alleyway a bunch of Sith and Imperials were using for something Sithy.

"Go piss somewhere else you wanker," He shouted out to the man as continued relieving himself, which was when he noticed the giant lizard. "What is this, a voyeur's anonymous meeting? Go find another piss hole to spy on!"

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[Koil Solus]

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He had heard about how Drace had been going through a bit of a rough patch after loosing a team mate. He had not known that they were close but it was one of the risks of the life style they lead. Dax and Drace had their friendly relationship, bravado and while Drace had recently been promoted he hoped he was not serious about his rank. Koil was not the one to pull that card himself, preferring earned personal respect over obligatory respect for the rank.

Watching from the street still he saw someone different than any of the others. He was a man dressed in imperial officer armor, standing out like cactus among roses. Why would an imperial agent go deep into enemy territory and strut around on the streets like nobody would spot them. Did they not know that it was a Galactic Alliance held world relativly next door to mandalorian territory.

Drawing his two pistols he would aim them at the imperial officer before he got to the alleyway, following him by moving along the edge of the rooftop. At the same time as Drace fired his shots, Koil pulled the trigger once from either of his pistols. It had not been planned but this would luckily not alert their individual targets to one another's locations. He was at an elevated position though it was probably less than a dozen meters away given the three story height difference. There was not risk of him hitting the occasional pedestrian since he was firing down with an unobstructed view.

Hearing Drace's call out Koil responded with his own. "Imp officer moving to alleyway from street." He said calmly.

 

[Niish Chichel]

The Toydarian man was spared this day as three bolts came flying in from a rooftop nearby.

The Barabel's sensitive reptilian hearing picked up the sounds of bolts being fired out of the bustle of the city. Angered by his enemy's rudeness, he growled as he dove to the right out of the way of the three bolts, taking a shot to his back but was able to get out of the way of the other two bolts, ending the life of the man he aimed to protect, and critically injure another passerby.
Niish bulldozed the the rear door of the bar his sith comrades resided leading him into the kitchen where three Toydarian cooks looked less than pleased with a large Barabel slamming through their back door. Apathetic to their views on the matter, Niish quickly made short work of the one cook who thought it a valiant effort to attack the Sith with a kitchen knife. Sparing Niish the opportunity to make the decision on whether or not to spare them. Killing them quickly, using claws and fangs, he swiftly took down the hot headed cooks before bursting through the swinging door, bearing the head of the head cook on a platter.

The patrons cleared out, as Niish brandished his Pugio, firing into the crowd. They didn't need to cause a ruckus to gain the attention the Mandalorians, the Barabel simply had to be.

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[Draven Unduli]

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Toydaria
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Classical music echoed softly in the background, the leased apartment had a luxurious ambiance along with amenities that would be suited for his elegant tastes. The Sith Juggernaut stood by the dark stained windows, a glass of robust red wine held in his hand as he merely watched the bustling metropolis before him. Ruthless and highly dangerous, he had been poised as this mission's heavy enforcer, assigned to murderous detail in case the other acolytes would fail. The apartment he had chosen rested one story on top of the bar where everyone else was seemingly gathered.

Lights inside the apartment were purposely turned off, combining that with the dark colored windows meant that Draven would be unnoticeable. In fact, he wasn't paying attention to the other building until of course shots ran out from its top. He had been waiting in anticipation at the common rendezvous point for all of the respective agents. As the shots fired however, his attention immediately snapped towards their origin. He scowled for a moment before his lips curled into a sickening and sadistic smile; the prospect of bloodshed would bring joy, after all, life in Korriban grew stale and boring without the thrill of hunting his enemies.

He was draped in his heavy armor, lightsaber and pugio side arm blaster on his belt while a full length sith sword strapped to his back. Two fragmentation grenades were in his left thigh pocket; finishing his drink, he moved away from the windows immediately after the shots rang forth and grabbed his durasteel helmet, placing it over his skull and fastened it into place. Armed with a gladius blaster rifle, he exited through the main door of the apartment and descended via an internal staircase into the bar where everyone else was located. His entrance into the lobby area came just as Niish was carrying a platter with what appeared as a humanoid head. Commotion erupted at the gruesome sight as patrons began skittering away and out into the streets.

Chuckling darkly, he turned his attention to the allies while also noticing a drunken male taking a piss outside the back door in the alley @Wit

"We got company.."

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[Harrison Fletch]

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Harrison continued walking, his head foward, staring straight in front of him. All around him were homeless and their trashbags. Dumpsters littered the area. Out of no where, Harrison was struck in the side of the head by a bolt. The impact made him twist and fall where the second bolt hit him in the back, causing him to fall to his feet. The last two bolts flew harmlessly over his head. Harrison was a few feet away from the alley way, but was not out in the open. One of the homeless men got up quickly, "Yo dawg, i wish i could help you, but i gotta get the kriff outta this joint." The man collected his belongings and scurried along, escaping into the shadows. Harrison took a deep breath and drew his blaster. He had a major headache, his back hurt like hell, and he had scrapes and brusies all over from the fall. Harrison crawled on his hands hand knees, blaster in one hand. Harrison quickly looked and surveyed the surroundings. His options were either go as planned down the alleyway, and possibly get trapped, or run into one of the shops and hide. Harrison decided the latter. Harrison immidiatly bolted up, wincing from the flashing pain, and ran like hell into one of the shopes, closing the door.

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[Norbaal Fanth]

"Moisturise me."

"Not my job Sir."

"So we pick up this Imperial dude and then what?"

"Get paid Boss. That is normally how this works."

"...and nothing else?"

"Apparently so."

Nor'baal Fanth was flabbergasted at his pilor droids re-telling of their contract. If some posh Imperial wanted to pay him to drop by, in an Antelope Shuttle of all things, and pick him up, who was he to say no - easy money right? Bringing the Antelope in, he had yet to land, so he merely continued on his current course. "Fletchy, where you at?" he asked, heading for the pick up point specified in the contract, and keeping his eyes peeled for trouble.

"Handy." the Whippomorn remarked, as he spotted a dockyard at the end of the market. Flying toward it, unknnowingly flying over the undrawn battlelines below, and onto the 'Imperial' side of the skirmish, he presented his credentials - that of a 'Mr. Balthazar Sudoming' to the docking officials, who confirmed his permission to land.

"Easy as pie." he remarked, for in his experience, pie was very easy.

 

[Kaida Kallos]

Even in the crowded bar, the distinctive sounds of blaster fire was recognizable, bringing things to a hush as Kaida struggled to keep her death stick lit. The sound of a murderous lizard man bursting through the back door though, slashing and shooting wildly, sent things into a panic. The patrons closest the door practically stampeded eachother, and Kaida watched as a monkey lizard disappeared with a wail into the mass of stomping feet, claws, and tentacles. The pet wasnt the only thing screaming, as cries and curses in a dozen alien languages went up all at once in variety tones and volumes- none of which did anything for her headache.

The people not standing near a convenient exit were even more panicked by the sudden explosion of violence. They started running at random, knocking eachother about and upending furniture and the drinks sitting atop them. Kaidas table was one of the first to go, knocked over by a panicked waitress and sending the contents of the Siths drinks flying across the room. Irritating, but it presented it's own unique opportunities.

Kaida swiped a whole tray of flaming purple liquor shots from the neighboring table, now unattended, and ducked back behind her own only to find that her corner booth was now being shared by the now cowering Ootalan and his bandmates. It was getting a bit cramped back here she thought, but offered them some shots anyway.

 

[Dax Rau (TL8)]

"Eyes up, we got in coming." Dax called their attention to the shuttle coming in for a landing nearby. The ship (seemed to be) landing on a platform just the other side of the bar (imperial side ?). The Watch Captain would activate his jetpack and jumped across the alley to the northern buildings, landing on the building next to the bar and apartment (according to the OOC map).

Dax landed and took a position at the raised edge of the roof. The shuttle craft was coming in for a landing but he could not see any enemies coming out the front the bar. He still had the high ground either way so he kept his position for the moment and readied his rifle.

"The bird is landing near the bar. No targets yet."

 

[Koil Solus]

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Shots and rukus resounded up the alleyway walls from the bar. It sounded like one off the Sith was throwing a tantrum and venting it out on the patrons of the drinking establishment. But Koil was focused on the man inside the shop. He was injured and Koil was not sure if the man was actually going to still be inside the shop he had dipped into but the Echani was willing to take a gamble.

While keeping one blaster on the corner he holstered his other that had been in his left hand. His right weapon would fire on the Imperial if he chose to exit to make a run for it or try and get a shot back at him. Replacing the left weapon with a thermal detonator set to impact he tossed it like it was a finished apple core. Its target was the base of the alleyway side wall that the Imperial had been hiding behind. Koil however was not aiming for it to land directly opposite the man. Instead he had it further into the alleyway (north) by four meters. That way if the man was at all along the wall of the shop on the inside he would feel the destructive power the detonator that would also destroy the wall.

Only Fynn in his placement would probably see the falling object and hopefully get out of the way. The rest of the alleyway cut off the view of the action from any onlookers at the bar. "grenade out." He said in a cool and calm tone of mando'a so that only Dax and Drace could hear over the din of the slaughter the Barbel was reaping in the other building.

Thankfully for the mandalorians, they were high enough that the blast wave of the ordnance would not reach them. At worst it would damage the ground floor wall but otherwise the structure would remain as sound as ever.

 

[Fynn Draygo]

Fynn was barely done peeing when all hell broke loose, sounds of blasterfire and screaming suddenly filing the air. Letting out a silent insult under his breath, he pulled out his blaster and slipped back into the bar via the same back exit he had slipped out to relieve himself.

The insides of the bar was utter chaos, people running towards the main exit, no one even attempting to exit via the door he had stumbled onto while looking for the loo. He immediately spotted the source of the chaos, a huge lizardly fellow holding a platter with a head on it while shooting into the fleeing crowd. Not entirely sure what was happening, but enough of the civic responsibility that had been drawn him to military service remained after having been enhanced by his time with various Jedi that he immediately took aim at the barabel and began firing with both blasters. Firing four shots from each blaster as he faced the side of the barabel's body, he began taking steps backwards, moving parallel to the rear wall, away from the barabel. He took careful aim to shoot at his head and torso, with less than a dozen feet separating them he hoped to catch the barabel unawares as he was occupied with shooting at the fleeing patrons. With the barabel appearing out of the kitchens in the rear of the bar, the patrons were all runnings towards the main entrance at the front of the bar. Thankfully for Flynn the exit to the alleyway was also in the back of the bar, so he had emerged into the bar to the side of the barabel, meaning there were no patrons blocking his line of attack. With the barabel intent on firing at the patrons, and Flynn having a clear line of attack from the side, he hoped to take him out before the barabel had any time to respond. Once done shooting he would duck down behind a toppled table to provide some protection in case the barabel tried to attack him, or someone else emerged from his loo exit. With the adrenaline flowing through him, his senses had been on alert since he stepped back into the bar, and he felt like he was ready to face anything.

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[Harrison Fletch]

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As soon as the door was closed, and Harrison was inside, Harrison didn't bother to check his wounds, nor did he stay long in the shop. A quick look around and Harrison could tell it was some sort of firm. A closer look at a sign on the door said General Insurance. Harrison chuckled. He ran past the customers and employees who stared at him in awe. He ran past the counter in the middle of the room, and pushed past people as he made his way around the halls. The shop was farely large and somewhat hard to navigate, but nonetheless, Harrison found a back door. He ran out, and an alarm rang. Harrison didn't care he rushed out into the North East side. Panting outside, Harrison heard a explosion. Harrison was well away from the explosion but could hear it. It must of blown up at the entrance of the shop where Harrison ran into. Harrison was too far away now. Harrison looked back and saw smoke rising and people scurrying out of the building. Harrison continued running, where? He didn't know, nor did he care. He just kept on running and running, spoting a ship station. He ran in, and hid behind several crates next to a ship. People gave him looks, but Harrison didn't care. He fished out his comm and switched on the secure Imperial network, "This is Imperial agent Harrison Fletch. There are attacks by several people, i suspect Mandalorians. I need reinforcements and assistance over!"

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