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[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Hammer and Anvil. It was a good enough expression when it came to those scenarios wherein you wanted to pin your enemy in during military tactics. One element was slower-moving if not stationary, while the other maneuvered with more mobility, and ultimately the opponent was smashed in between. Hammer. And. Anvil. Naturally. Hammer of -clang!- and Anvil of -cling!- or something so dramatically silly.

Only, in this instance, it referred to a woman and her ship. Hammer, that Firespray-31-Class Patrol and Attack Craft, hull of red and gold, and its pilot and captain, that Mandalorian, beskar'gam of red and gold, whose bounty hunter moniker was Anvil.

Coordinates laid in, the Mandalorian lowered her vessel toward a station above a planet. A small and simple establishment in orbit, serving as a refueling platform for ships and those with an itch of cheap drinks before or after that planet.

The captain and her ship did need to refuel in more ways than one, but the former wasn’t sure if battery acid was worth it. Gotta be better vodka down on the planet. Setting her ship into position on the surface of the station, Hammer settled in, snug and secure on a platform for a bit of maintenance.

It wasn’t like Anvil couldn’t have taken her in to the surface of the planet, with the world of G’wenee being a thrown stone away, but she had also come to this place to meet her teammate. Another Mandalorian, another hunter, at least when it came to this mission to hunt a pack of Deucalian swoopers.

Exiting her cockpit, a bit of a beep and a boop noise emitted from her back from Rawl, her 4EY scout droid. [“5,000 credits, Cas. Can’t you take on these Deuces by yourself?”]

“Damn right I can,” Cas answered back. “But I can’t be everywhere at once and this is more than business. Don’t forget.”

The pair of woman and droid exited the ship, crossed a walkway and stood in the center of the hangar. Casany, or rather Anvil as her partner would recognize her, stood head to toe in red and gold Mandalorian armor, hands on hips, eyes behind the black visor of her red-gold helmet, a red sagum draping from her shoulders.

[“Face it, Captain. You want a shot.”]

“Of vodka? Check. Of Deucalian faces? Checkmate. But for now we wait.”

@Rimrald

 

[Atuu Skirata]

Having landed prior to the arrival of his partner for this job, Atuu was situated at the entrance of the stations small cantina. Leaning on the ledge out front of the building, it was situated inside the small refueling platform that itself was contained inside of the larger structure orbiting the planet.

Reviewing the bounty information on his datapad and cross referencing it with available information on Delucians as a whole. Atuu would lift his head to observe the Firespray landing and would clock the approaching pair. The Mandalorian fit the description provided for his partner on this job. This must be Hammer Atuu thought to himself giving the woman a once over before pushing off the ledge to stand upright and stow his datapad <"Welcome Vod, happy to be working with another of us on this one."> He offered as a genuine compliment. His blue and grey armor with rank insignia on one shoulder and the Endless Watch insignia on the other would stand in stark contrast to her colors. But this was the beauty of the culture, such expression.

<"You must be Hammer, I am Atuu Skirata Watch Captain of The Endless Watch. It is good to see more and more of us in the galaxy again. It feels like not too long ago you had to track a string of clues to find more than one or two of us in any given place."> He said while motioning to the door of the establishment <"Come let us have a drink while your ship gets situated... We can talk details of the job.">

Atuu would lead them in and find a table, grabbing a chair and taking his helmet off. He hoped Hammer had some insight for dealing with these Delucians. As all he knew of them was passing tales at port and among his old crew members. For all he knew of them was they operated similarly to Mandalorians but had no qualms with getting in bed with crime, less than honorable work it seemed. But he would wait for Hammer to add any insights she may have. @Die Shize

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music IC

Cas had noticed the Mandalorian’s signet and insignia before he even mentioned Endless Watch. Atuu Skirata wasn’t a name she recognized but his position as captain within that outfit was enough to raise an eyebrow behind her helmet.

Truth be told, she didn’t keep tabs on the organization to begin with. After the Orar’da’yadr, the True Mandalorians, everything in between and since, the woman was back to doing what she did best for the moment, but she reserved no judgment for Death Watch’s successors. Not yet. Granted, Endyr would kriffin’ love ‘em.

“Times change.” Casany replied and the two went inside. Ordering a vodka, she held off on taking a sip for the moment. “Anvil,” she spoke. “Hammer is the name of my ship.” Corrected him but took no offense to the mistake. Just then, she lifted the rim of her helmet as it hissed and as if to take a sip, but took it off entirely.

A long braid of brown hair slid around her neck as she set her helmet on the table, not particularly caring if her companion was one of those Mandalorians who never took his own off. These days she had little and less to hide despite her bounty hunter’s moniker, and wouldn’t be surprised if another of her kind recognized her own signet for that matter.

“Casany Praxor works too or just call me Cas.” Helmet free, she lifted her drink for a hearty swig, datapad in hand. “Deucalians. Raiders. Warriors. A bit similar to Mandalorians if just as different in comparison.” Cas had encountered a few before but elected not to mention specifics. “Iron Wolves, this biker gang’s called. Spicers. Looks like they got a bit more organized, took over some turf, made them brave and life worse for others.”

Another sip, Cas licked her lips and observed further. “Trafficking and manufacturing. That means they’re dealing down in G’wenee’s streets as much as they’ve got a shop in some hideout. Gives us some options on how and when to hit them.” It wasn't solely her decision. "Thoughts?"

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[Atuu Skirata]

With his helmet already off and resting on the table, he took note of Cas's appearance as she removed her own. Nope, not a familiar face - at least not one from recent history. He had met a small band of Mandalorians years back, ran with his family, and now had a smattering of aligned compatriots. But this was a new face, and a welcome sight.

<"Apologies, Anvil - Cas... Cas."> he finished feeling a bit embarrassed having flubbed her callsign and was happy to have a name to work with. Quickly ordering a whatever ale was available at this small establishment he would listen to the additional information before responding. Taking a long swig from the ale and setting it down to retrieve his datapad. Pressing a few buttons and tapping the screen before setting it on the table with the display showing the face of the gangs leader.

<"Sounds like the type of work folks get into who don't care who they piss off. By the sounds of it no one has come knocking yet. Glad we get to change that."> he finished his sentence and produced a small vape from a belt pouch - took a long drag and exhaled out of his nose with a double dragon. The scent of cherry would fill the immediate area for a moment before he began speaking again <"I like the idea of hitting them at home... We can only get so far by taking out some dealers, but hitting their operation should either slow them down or put them out of business entirely if they get scared enough.">

Taking another sip of his beer Atuu would produce a cred stick and drop it on the table as payment, picking up the tab on a first job with someone new was one of his traditions. <"What do you think? Blow the door in and start blasting or try our luck at posing as prospective clients? You sound like you've dealt with these types or something similar before, so I'll defer to you."> He added, reluctant to completely admit bounty hunting was not a regular activity of his. @Die Shize

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music IC (Recurring)

In retrospect with names like ‘Hammer’ and ‘Anvil’ it was an easy mistake to make and nothing worth being embarrassed over. Granted, embarrassment was certainly something Casany could relate to. She had been wrong over more than one thing lately and she hoped not to repeat those same mistakes.

Atuu offered the image of the gang leader’s face and it definitely gave the appearance of a Deucalian to a degree. A bearded visage, a blue tattoo of a blade on his cheek, and a scar on the adjacent. After her partner vaped and offered his opinion on the matter, Casany agreed.

Acknowledging his payment, appreciation might not be obvious on her countenance but she would remember even so small a gesture, particularly from another Mandalorian. Memories of brothers and sisters subsided as she decided.

“Eh, I’ve dealt with my fair share, sure.” Casany Praxor’s Bounty Hunting for Beginners. She gulped vodka, embarrassment kept hidden. “Di’kuts who try to run or hide, swoopers, gangsters, but not every day or night do I find myself taking on Deucalians.”

Few did because there were few Deucalians to begin with, far more scarce than Mandalorians. “I think we first need to find out where their hideout is, their main base of operations, which isn’t on this datapad and probably means beginning on the streets anyway. Need them alive so pretending to be clients might work at first.” She finished her drink. “Otherwise we break a dealer’s teeth and get politely pointed in the right direction.”

Her droid, Rawl, beep-booped beside her. “My ship shouldn’t take too long to be finished with, then we head down to the surface of the planet and get to work.”

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[Atuu Skirata]

Finishing the last third of his ale Atuu nodded in recognition of the plan. Sliding the cred stick and the empty glass forward he would lean on his helmet as it sat on the table. <"Very good, find a dealer - get him to talk one way or another if it doesn't go as civil as we hope. Get over to their manufacturing facilities and deal with it... Easy enough."> He proclaimed, in fact having no idea if it would be easy or not, but it sounded reassuring to him.

Standing and offering curt nod, he would throw his helmet back on. The vac seal hissing as he reattached the breathing tubes from his flight suit. <"I'll toss the coordinated of a landing pad close to where intel says they operate over to your droid, I'll be there when you're all set topside."> he would then head for the door and back towards his ship.

Having landed in the district and situated his personal gear, Atuu would be packing his carbine, two blaster pistols, beskad and array of ancillary equipment. Throwing on a poncho over his beskar and pulling the hood up - the poncho colors matching his armor would make him easy to distinguish to allies. He would then wait for Cas to arrive, having queued up directions in his datapad that relayed to his helmet's HUD. He opened the comm between the two <"Alright should be a couple blocks south to their alleged turf, just need to spot a dealer to chat with."> He concluded with rifle slung across his chest under the poncho.

OOC: (Feel free to take the lead on finding and engaging with a dealer. We can always roll for quality of our performance convincing them we are a buyer, and if it's a shit roll we can beat them up or something.) @Die Shize

 

[Casany Praxor]

With Rawl left in her ship, Casany's equipment wasn’t much different from her Mandalorian companion's. Rifle and beskad, two pistols plus one, array of ancillary goodies with a red poncho over her gold red armor, hood up to help her partner conceal their appearance in some manner.

“Vod,” Cas greeted, adjusting her vambrace. “Spotting a dealer to chat with should be easy enough.” The district they were in wasn’t exactly rich or well protected; some rundown buildings over here, deadly back alleys over there, a drunkard leaning against a wall trying not to fall. “Let’s do it.”

They walked across the block, running into no problems so far, when at a corner was what was clearly a dealer. Coming closer, he looked average enough, no jacket with patches, but Cas didn’t expect an Iron Wolves street dealer to begin with. Too much attention. Ah. A tattoo. It looked like the branding of a gang prospect, reminiscent of Deucalian too.

“Whaddya want?” He asked what were apparently two new customers.

Cas made sure to look shady enough if not too dangerous, lifted her head, offered her helmet.

“Shit. Mandalorians?” He looked a bit concerned if not that angered.

“Clients. That’s what’s important. But not your average customers. We’re looking to establish business if we can meet with your employer.” She held out a fistful of credits. “Sooner the better.”

The dealer looked left, looked right, like someone ready for fight or flight. When he opened his mouth, Cas wasn’t sure how his answer would sound.

@Rimrald

 

[Atuu Skirata]

Saddling up behind Cas as she spoke with the alleged dealer, analyzing the man's body language. He seemed jumpy and not too keen on seeing Mandalorians here. His gaze shifting beyond the pair of Mandalorians and to their luck, his friend who was approaching from behind stepped on a small pile of broken glass. Giving away his position.

Turning to see what the noise was, Atuu would see a second Delucian - this one also not showing any obvious signs of gang affiliation other than the tattoo of a prospect. This one was holding a vibro knife and upon being spotted began to charge Atuu.

With hands on his carbine, Atuu would raise it to his hip, flipping the selector to stun and firing it from an exposed corner under his poncho. A heavy stun round would hit the unarmored target, crumpling him like a bag of flour. Vibro falling out of his hand and deactivating, sliding on the ground and being caught under Atuu's boot. Crushing the vibro's hilt with a stomp, he would then hoist the assailant up. Turning his gaze to the dealer Cas was speaking to.

The Delucian now looking less shifty, and more frightened than anything. With what sounded like a crack in his voice the Delucian spoke "Uhh - hey that was all his idea." he paused, swallowing hard before continuing "Yeah you got credits I got details." he offered seemingly ready to cooperate now.

"Right this way." He concluded, shifting his gaze again from left to right, up to the buildings above and then back to the street level. He would bring the duo in the right direction towards the production area.

(OOC: Rolled 60/100 for helpfulness of the dealer HERE) @Die Shize

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC

The sound of traffic, foot and vehicle, bare and barren at this interval. The sound of glass at a junction, crushed underfoot, cracked, as Cas slid a hand to the bigger pistol at her hip, ready for anything.

Eyes on the di’kut, that spice dealer for his Deucalian outfit, turns out that the Mandalorian’s partner beat her to the punch when it comes to the dealer’s counterpart. Oof. Atuu moved with truth and precision, plugging the dipshit with the knife so that he would wake up with one hell of a headache.

Well, that left his buddy and Casany. “Not here to buy ideas,” she reassured the dealer as he swallowed hard and promised details. "Very well.” He then extended a hand. “Ah-ah," Cas pulled her own back. "I’ll hang onto the credits for the moment.”

Conversation concluded, the dealer led the pair of Mandalorians in the direction of a deeper, seedier section of these streets with an abandoned warehouse at the back of one dead end drukdump.

“Armed,” Cas offered to her partner with her visor and binoculars, whatever his own, as they stand at a distance farther away so as not to be so easily glimpsed. “Some have armor.” Guards at the plant’s entrance, with blasters and durasteel this and plasteel that and wotzahaveit and others on towers. “Deucalians know their shit. I’ll give them that.”

Buildings lined the side of an otherwise empty street. “Thinking we take to the roofs, or one of us does and the other moves in for a floor entrance.” Fist to palm. “Hammer and anvil.” Praxor watched Skirata for a response. "Or we head to the front entrance and pretend to be clients?" Worked so far for the most part. “Thoughts, vod?”

@Rimrald

 

[Atuu Skirata]

Eyeing the Delucian who had brought them to this point Atuu would reply to Cas in mando'a <"I think we keep playing nice to get in... It's easier to shoot your way out than it is to shoot your way in."> Less of a chance to hit an early snag that turns the plan to bantha shit, at least that's what Atuu thought. He was never entirely sure plans would work the way he wanted.

<"I see your count, probably more inside, maybe we can manage them in smaller groups. Pick them off - since the bounty issuer didn't specify how many we need to bring in. We can shoot our way to the big boss, grab him and call in the cavalry once we're back out."> Atuu would conclude, although he was presenting a plan he was always open to input and critiques.

He would then turn to the Delucian, switching to basic "Alright, let's go talk to your friends. Looks like business is good - I'm sure they're always looking to expand?" The Delucian who looked clueless to the mando speak would nod a few times before responding "Yeah, sure. I would think so - but I don't know anything man I just sell the stuff." He concluded.

Unless Cas would stop them, Atuu would prompt the Delucian to take them to the entrance and get them inside, still posing as potential business partners. @Die Shize

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

Fortunately the pair of Mandalorians had planned all this in their Mandalorian language. Granted, the di’kut they brought with them had already witnessed his friend get stunned, so there wasn’t a ton of trust to be placed in him. The moment the Mandalorians step to the entrance he just might tell his friends they meant violence.

They’d be surrounded as soon as they walk in and have to blast through it. Getting rid of the idiot, getting into position, infiltration, might be the ticket. Risks and options. That was the business. <“Okay. We’ll give it a try. Might be easier to identify our real targets before they get a chance to run.”> Cas replied in Mando’a.

“You two discussin’ how many credits you’re gonna make from your business?” Deuca Di’kut asked. “Yes,” Cas said just as Atuu also switched back to Basic. Then the group moved toward the compound’s entrance, beneath sharpshooters counted, and past two hounds at the gate who recognized the dealer and sent them on their way.

The warehouse was just so, with an open second floor and both floors filled with containers and equipment. Production lines ran throughout. This is where they made their spice and it was obvious why the Mandalorians were permitted to see it.

“You lie, or if I just don’t like you,” a voice came from another group, his clothes like theirs, with black leather jackets or vests fitted with patches and pins. Cas caught the back of one kutte which showed a grey wolf’s head on black with “Iron Wolves” atop.

The speaker, a man with grey hair in a long beard and ponytail, had a blue tattoo of a blade on his cheek. “Then you die.” He looked left, looked right, taking in the Mandalorians. “So what the fuck do you bucketheads want with us, huh? Make it quick.”

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[Atuu Skirata]

Nodding in understanding with the threat provided, Atuu rolls his shoulders and exhales. "Completely reasonable. We're here to see if you all can handle selling some of what you produce to us. We're looking to expand the kind of business we do..." He concluded.

Scanning the surroundings Atuu would notice several of the Delucians present, and take stock of the one addressing them - who seemed to hold some rank if not being the big man himself. "So are you the one we talk to about something like that?" Atuu prodded hoping it would be easy to get past this distraction and into the facility. Shooting a glance to his partner as he rests his hand on his belt, just forward of his blaster pistol, not looking to show aggression but to be prepared if it does go weird.

@Die Shize

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

Atuu was first to speak, offering a response to the Deucalian’s words. The latter man was big, bearded, tattooed, like one in a number of bikers might be and never mind Deucalians, but he didn’t appear to be the same man from the image back on that datapad.

Upstairs, maybe? Casany and company were already inside the facility, the warehouse, but there was a second level. Potentially the leader of this gang was in some office looking down at them from a viewscreen, listening to the conversation from an integrated comlink.

Her vod rested his hand on his belt and his partner did so as well. The gesture wasn’t taken for offense as much as anything less than expected.

These Deucalians knew they had customers or aggressors but weren’t concerned if it was the latter given their numbers. And experience. One Mandalorian reckoned.

“I might be,” the Deucalian lieutenant or whatever answered Atuu. “So you’re upstarts looking for partners in the spice business, is that it?”

“That’s it.” Cas nodded. “If we wanted to take over operations then we would have brought more than two Mandalorians.”

The Iron Wolves laughed. “You’re warriors, I’ll give you that. It’s something your people and mine have had in common.”

Mandalorians. Deucalians. Was there even a comparison? Yet this wasn’t an argument.

“You got spirit. The Iron Wolves might be interested.” ‘Might be’ seemed to be key. “But, well, what the hell can you two do for us that we can’t already do for ourselves?”

It was a genuine question. Yet, given this Deucalian's expression, he as much loved the idea of Mandalorian associates as hated it depending on what happened next.

Spoiler: Dice Roll Result

Convincing the Deucalians: 13/20

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[Atuu Skirata]

"Yeah we're not here to do anything stupid-" Atuu said echoing Casany's statement to the Delucian Lieutenant. "Lucky for you all we came knocking... Because we want to expand our operations - having some Mandalorian's in your back pocket could do well for you all. You know, when you can't show face or don't want to... You can always call on us."

Atuu said, adjusting his belt for a moment before offering a final statement "Now let's go see what the big boss thinks about that bit of cooperation and the boat load of credits we're both going to stand to make, huh?" His words a bit boisterous, he knew this was not someone who called the shots - just a trusted lackey screening less serious buyers.

The Delucian would snort, a smile creeping across his face "Yeah - alright follow me." the Delucian said, turning his back to the pair of Mandos and waving them on to follow. He would lead them down a few hallways and on the border of the main production room. Passing by a few open doorways the duo would observe a sizeable production facility. Ending their journey at the door to a room labeled "Manager's Office" which was well worn, and likely where the one in charge would be residing.

With two heavy knocks at the door, from the other side some noise would be made and the door would slide open. With the Lieutenant leading them in, he would stand to the side of the door by the controls - motioning for the duo to enter "Sit." the Delucian said and with his command. As the duo sat, a familiar face would appear through a door in the rear of the room, a bathroom. The bounty in question, the leader of this gang would step out and begin to speak. "Alright, what exactly are you two offering. You're crazy or stupid enough to come knocking on our door and talk business, so i'm curious at the very least. What kind of business agreement are you after?"

The door into the room was closed, it was two on two at this current moment. Now it was starting to look like a good turn of fortune for the bounty hunting pair. (Dice roll for level of trust from the delucians 88/100) @Die Shize

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC

There it was. The slice of uj’alayi cake into this conversation. What could these two Mandalorians do that the Deucalians couldn’t? Well, Atuu had answered that with something self-explanatory: Mandos gonna Mando.

With or without the helmets, having a pair of Mandalorians would draw attention for contracts or away from the Deucalians who could claim to be unaffiliated. Or, really, what-the-kriff-ever, because none of this shit even mattered.

The bearded man who might pass for a Bothan or Shistavanen was convinced enough to beckon his guests upstairs. On the way, Anvil counted one face after the other; some guards around here and there, but most of these folks worked the production lines and kept their heads down.

Counting steps, then to the Manager’s Office, with Lieutenant Deuca Di’kutla beckoning his guests to sit. There he is. Anvil didn’t budge or so much as shift behind her helmet, eyes of iron amid a black visor.

Big, bearded, tattooed, only his mark was more distinct, and his face matched the name on that datapad’s image. Vikor Grothem. In the flesh.

“You’ve got your territory on G’wenee, Mr. Grothem, and we’re just some humble Mandalorians looking to buy spice to set up our operations outside of your jurisdiction.”

Vikor appeared to consider this, pouring himself a glass of mead, looking between both Mandalorians’ beskar’gam. “I’m listening.”

“We don’t even need to be on this planet. We can march to the stars, keep our distance, net a pretty profit, return you the difference. It’s no secret that your product has swept the streets. Imagine the seas?”

Anvil spoke while clocking this camera, that blaster, this guard, that bathroom.

“We conquered seas,” Vikor told a story. “Broke free from our punishment, our Deucalia, by hand and axe, and here we are.” He lifted his drink, took a swig, sighed. “And there you are, the bounty hunter Anvil, and I never even told you my name was Vikor.” He grinned, vicious, like a Deucalian with vengeance in his fist. Kriff.

Spoiler: Dice Roll Result

Convincing conversation: 4/20

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[Atuu Skirata]

Ahhh kriff. The proverbial jig was up.

With a short sigh at the conclusion of the Delucians sentence Atuu adjusted in his seat. A disadvantaged position to start a gunfight for sure. But the tension was palpable, able to be cut with a deactivated vibro. <"Now."> he said to his partner.

Flipping his seat backwards and hitting the ground as he upholstered his blaster firing several shots from his pistol at the lieutenant behind them. Missing the first two rounds, going high and the third would've been low but the lieutenant began to dive. Making the third miss connect with his upper torso. Slumping over in front of the door back to the hallway.

<"We need him alive!"> Atuu called out as he began to scramble to his feet. The blaster fire would very likely attract the rest of the facility if not just the closest gang members. @Die Shize

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC

<”Right.”> Anvil the bounty hunter replied. The gig was up. The game was done. It was time for Mandalorians and Deucalians to determine who the greater warrior was and then some.

So Cas got up, flipping the table forwards so that it crashed into the office desk and distracted a few shots from its resident hiding behind it.

Vikor had coughed forward with his blaster, bolts smacking into the metallic surface of that airborne table, as Cas had unholstered her own twin pistols for a flurry.

Bolts sweeping, plugging into a pair of guards standing at either corner behind the desk. Lasers met chests and heads and they fell dead. “No shit!” Cas replied in Basic.

She stormed forth as Vikor darted backward. “Alive means more credits!” Didn’t really care who could hear her at this point. “He’s in the shitter!”

Vikor had locked himself in the bathroom. “Come out, you son of a bitch!” A moment later and Casany bashed the door in, ready to pop off some stun shots. Dank ferrik.

The guy was nowhere in sight. Looked like a hidden compartment led to the main facility. First floor or second? Find out in a moment. “Cover the entrance!”

Casany beckoned her companion. “TIME TO FLUSH THE TOILET!” With that, she opened the contraption and dove in.

@Rimrald

 

[Atuu Skirata]

With the commotion going on behind him, Atuu stole a few glances to see if his partner was still alive - indeed she was.

Hearing her calls about the bounty, Atuu would level his blaster pistol at the control panel for the door and sink two rounds into it, then scoot whatever loose larger furniture he could against it. "Should buy us a little head start on the responders." Atuu called out with a strained voice. He could hear the footfalls in the hallway outside and some errant shouting. They're coming.

"Let's see where he went." Atuu offered as he followed Casany through the escape hatch, the two would follow it down for a few moments before coming out on the other end. They looked to be back on the first floor but Atuu couldn't be completely sure. They'd landed in some back room in some hallway in the facility.

Quickly pulling up his carbine Atuu would poke his head out of the small room for a moment, looking for signage. Even quicker then, ducking his head back in as a blaster rifle's rounds smacked into the floor and doorway near him. <"Ok. Looking like we're on the first floor behind the main production area. Looks like a service hallway. He probably went left, where we just got shot at from."> Atuu relayed as he then nodded to his compatriot and removed a fragmentation grenade from his belt. So much for quiet.

Depressing the button and throwing the device underhanded out the doorway. The faint beeping of the explosive could be heard traveling away from the duo. Atuu would then follow the explosive after waiting for it to detonate. Pressing the attack forward down the hallway Atuu would put a blaster bolt round into the chest of one Delucian on the ground. Likely dead from the blast, Atuu was not in the business of taking chances. <"This way looks right. Just need to find this slippery dikut."> he called back to Casany.

Atuu will continue down the hallway and engage any targets that make themselves known and he and Cas look for Vikor. @Die Shize

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC

A little headstart, a little bathroom head, and Cas could only grant her target that he was nothing if not creative.

The Deucalian was running from the Mandalorians but, in her experience with this bunch, it wasn’t because he was a coward so much as planning something.

Deucalians were notorious for their hit-and-run tactics and this one was no different. Out of the compartment, into the room, letting Atuu poke his head out for a moment.

First floor. Production section. “Shaadlar!” Cas spoke alongside the remote fragmentation grenade as it was thrown out the doorway. Before it detonated, both Mandalorians were in the hallway.

One Deucalian down on the ground and out for the count thanks to her vod, Cas plugged bolts into the next assailant. The corridor ended at a junction that split right and left.

Suddenly a group of Deucs appeared from either end and rushed in. “Jurkadir!” Whatever, Cas ignited her gauntlet buckler, blocked a few shots, ignited her jetpack, landed behind them.

Her blaster bolts and beskad blade to backs later and the assailants dropped dead. “Left.” Cas gestured ahead. No sign of Vikor Grothem in either direction but also no opponents.

“I’ll go right. Remember, pay is better if he’s alive, not dead.” Then again, she’d settle for taking his head, all else fails.

Spoiler: Dice Roll Result

Crushing the enemy: 18/20

@Rimrald

 

[Atuu Skirata]

Heading left down the hallway, opposite of Cas. Atuu hoped the two corridors would reconvene before long.

Turning down the hallway Atuu would take pot shots as a pair of Delucians in front of him began to retreat. Stopping at each turn to trade blaster bolts. After a few more turns and twists Atuu appeared behind the duo - they headed back out of the hallway and into an open room by the look of it. Coming to the end of the hallway, Atuu paused in the doorway poking his head out.

This was the production floor, large open spaces broken up by some equipment and work tables. At the far end was what looked like some hastily produced defenses and maybe half a dozen defenders. Queuing his comm to his partner Atuu would begin to speak "Hey don't know where your hallway leads out, but i'm at the opening of a large room. Production room - looks like they're trying to lure us into the open. Maybe half a dozen of them." He spoke, flipping through his gear before continuing to speak.

"They might be buying time for the boss, he might be there once we get through them... I'm gonna make some noise so be ready to press the attack and maybe we can find this dikut." Atuu concluded.

Letting his carbine swing at his chest on the holster, Atuu would produce his thermal detonator from his belt pouch and activate the jetpack on his back. Rocketing forward several meters he could see the defenders start to take aim and fire. With detonator in hand he would arm it and toss. Not staying to watch Atuu would retreat behind some production equipment, hunkering down and waiting for the blast.

The massive explosion would send things in the surrounding area flying as the defenders for the most part would be vaporized in the blast. "Four down, two to go whenever you get here." @Die Shize