New weapons?

[Mykal]

Julius torn frowned beneath his Mandalorian Helmet. He was on a mission of his own decision, tired of waiting for the current Mandalore to give him a mission. He wasn't actually supposed to be out and about, seeign as some still thought he should rest up so they didn't loose a strategist. Julius thought they wouldn't loose a strategist, they would loose another damned roughneck if he died.

He was on board a small smuggling craft called the Obsidian Dove, a disgusting name for a ship if he ever heard one. He really had no interest in the ship whatsoever, but he had heard that this little ship was going to be smuggling an entire Cache of weapons to rebel soldiers on Onderon. He didn't care about it at first, until he heard they were weapons of Mandalorian design. Obviously, the Mandalorians deserved them more than any rebels would. Besides, if the Rebels were true warriors, they wouldn't need more weapons, they would win with what they had.

That explained the situation, or at least the cause of the situation. He was standing in the Cargo Hold of the ship, his stealth feild generator covering his entire body. He didn't beleive in the whole stealth thing, he prefered to take his enemies up when they were strongest, to provide the closest thing to a challenge. However, unlike most of his clanmates, he wasn't waiting for the most oppurtune time to strike. He was waiting until the most crew were on board.

He had taken particular care to stay hidden, and finally he heard another smuggler enter the ship, that meant twelve were on board. He counted ten sleeping arangements, and figured now was the perfect time to attack. He de-activated his stealth field generator and walked behind the new smuggler, a trandoshan, and a smelly one at that. Either that or his Air Filter was acting up again. Julius tapped on his shoulder and watched him turn around. The moment the Trandoshans eye caught a glimpse of Julius, Julius punch him in the face as hard as he could. The trandoshans neck snapped, there necks were always weak, at least to Julius. However, that didn't stop the trandoshan from getting of a single lucky shot that rebounded off of Julius's armor and into a nearby room.

"Great... Way to start a party, eh?"

This was going to be fun, or at least that's what Julius was hoping as he cracked his knuckles.

 

[Venom]

Dart watched his lower in rank attack in a very very stupid way.
He decided to stay in his stealth field to see if this soldier could hold up his own.
He had better be if he was bold enough to attack about eleven people on his own.

He watched his ally kill a trandoshan witha single puch.
How? he thought to himself, stunned he did nothinng.

 

[Mykal]

Julius let out a sly smile as he looked behind him at the few who had followed him. He was happy that no one had recognized him yet, they all thought he was just some young recruit, the age in his voice was hidden and digitized by the helmet he wore. He noticed that he was the only one who had let themselves be known, and he liked it that way. After he had killed the trandoshan he ran over to the wall directly beside the archway that led to the rest of the shit. He put his back agaisnt it and reached his ands down to his opposite hips, drawing both his Westar 34, and Sparky, his aptly named Disruptor pistol. He named it that because it had a random habit of sparking when he shot it, on account of the fact that it was an older pistol, from when the Disruptor pistols were actually effective at what they did.

He let out a breath and waited for the men to come. Admittedly, he was disapointed when only three arrived in the cargo hold, and were to distracted by the body to notice him. There were two rodians, and another Trandoshan. An odd crew, but worthy of death. With the Westar he shot one of the Rodians in the back of the head, and he used sparky to take a shot at the Trandoshan. It made a baseball sized hole in the trandoshans chest. He stepped forward and with his foot kicked the remaining Rodian in the back before it had the time to turn around, making it fall to it's knees, whilst simultaneous holstering Sparky, it had surved it's purpose..

As the Trandoshan looked down to the whole in it's chest, Julius grabbed him by the back of the head and rammed him forward into the wall, hearing the bones in his reptilian face crunch from the pure force at which he was pushed forward. Still he holding on to the back of the dead Trandoshans head he aimed the Westar at the Rodian on the ground and delivered a shot to the top of it's head before it had time to recuperate from the assault.

Everything was going so well until Julius felt the distinct heat one gets when a blaster bolt hits them in the side of the chest. Turning he saw, you guessed it, another 5 Rodians. He didn't doubt he could shoot them all in the head quickly, but he really didn't want to be so mean as to let his armor, Ole Faithful, take all that blaster shot. He quickly fell down to one knee and pulled the Trandoshan corpse out before him. He was covered by the aliens Corpse, and was glancing out from behind hole in it's chest, shooting around the side.

" One of you, go get your captain. My trigger finger is itching to negotiate!" He yelled, as he popped off 5 blasts at a single Rodians skull, he wanted to make pretty designs.

OOC: Not that anyone would notice, but I fixed the above post. It shows up now. ^_^