The Hornet's Nest

[Darasuum]

Spoiler: mission summary

Participants: Shaw, Ve'kas'siir, Grik Vohari
Objectives: Shanko's Hive is a notorious bastion of scum and villainy. And it is here the local gangs have decided to make their stand. Their courage is admirable, but vain nonetheless. Mount a direct assault on Shanko's Hive and burn the dregs from their holes like the insects they are. Once the local gangs have been crushed, the rest of the station will surely fall in-line.
OOC: Here

the ship was dimly lit only casting enough light from the consoles to underlight the figure that sat in the seat of the CZ-01 starfiighter. he had left the Booster Ring at a safe distance from Borgo Prime before landing in the deserted hangar bay. the starfighter hummed down as the man exited the ship. only moments ago he had cleared the hangar with what some might consider excessive force, entering with his starfighter and firing at anything that moved all with a smile on his face.

on his back he had speakers amplifying the music he had queued but he paused it for a moment using a datapad as he waited for his fellow agents of darkness to join him. they were soon to be behind him he was sure though if they weren't he would have to find something to do to entertain himself as he waited. mostly he just saw mangled corpses and smoking deck plates where his starfighter had wrecked havoc earlier.

"I'm looking down the hole..." he mumbled in a partial sing-song tone to himself with a blank expression on his face. he wore no helmet at the moment and had it stashed under his arm as he waited. the orange of his CR=26 armor was faded and spotted with old blood from a number of species he had killed and never cared to clean off. he only did so when it actually began to stink or got it dirty enough to warrant a good cleaning, or he just got a new set of armor.​

 

[Gian Greydragon]

Grik landed not too far off with his own Ziost Hunter Starfighter. Just moments before, he was strafing the town, mowing down the various thugs and thieves that were unlucky enough to be caught in the Barabel's sights. He lands his compact Starfighter, behind the human Sith's craft and emerged from it, slowly, as it was a cramped fit for the 7' tall Barabel. He hissed with delight at the smell of blood and plasma in the air, hoisting his rifle onto his shoulder, sniffing and tasting the air.

"Hmm... This One smells more shenbit nearby. We will annihilate them all," the Barabel spoke, skipping introductions with the human. If he was as bloodthirsty as he'd heard, he didn't care much for the niceties of getting to know one another. Grik had seen the Sith around Korriban, but that was the extent of their relationship. Grik knew of his skill, and was thankful for having a powerful ally to accompany him. His question, now, was where the Sacred Band Brother was, that was supposed to join them.

 

[+SpaceJesus+]

As the Sith attacked in dramatic fashion with their fighters, the criminals ran away in terror, unprepared for the sudden assault. They would have to regroup and put up some line of defense with whatever assets they could conjure up. Punks like this always had something creeping in their back closet to be yanked out when someone bigger than them showed up, even the dumb ones. Strike that, the dumb ones usually pretended they were the bigger ones, and then died like they deserved for being that dumb. The smarter ones were the only ones to ever survive long enough to even make a stand.

For example, take the three idiots that showed up right when the Sith stepped out of their cockpits. One of them had a grenade launcher, the other two heavy rifles. They must have really thought they were all that. The three of them waltzed right up around the corner and decided that they were going to try and kill themselves a Sith with a few blaster bolts and a grenade. As if it were even possible for someone like them to stand a chance. Punks with no training except some alley fights and a few cheap blaster shots at people who couldn't even fight back. But they tried it anyway. The middle one with the grenade launcher yelled out in his own obnoxious voice, screaming, "Get off our turf you little..." And that was all he said. Because right at that moment, a blade shot out from the shadows and burrowed itself straight through the back of his skull and into his right eye socket, along with two other knives that struck down his two buddies. They pretended to be bigger, and ended up getting what they deserved.

A figure walked out from behind a landing leg from a ship nearby, striding over to their bodies with heavy footsteps. He stood over them, a cloud of cynicism hanging about his head, then bent down to look at them. Ve'kas'siir tsked. "Shoulda just ran boys. You were trying to hard."

With a sickening schlk, schlk, schlk, the scaled man ripped the knives from their bodies, blood leaking onto the ground. He stood up, and walked past them without looking down. "Not like you would have hit him anyway. Your aim was high." He strode on over to the others, whiping his blades off with a cloth. By the time he had finished, he was right beside them. He tucked them back into their straps, took out a strip of Suikim weed to chew on, and looked at them with humorless eyes. "You're late."

 

[Aberforth]

While the vast majority of the criminals on Shanko's Hive had started wreaking havoc once the insurrection had begun, a group of two dozen felons under the leadership of Fran Suun, a self-proclaimed Lord of the Underworld, had regrouped and established a shelter in what used to be a satellite clinic. He knew the Sith would be coming for them, they wouldn't let some crooks undermine their authority.

The gang had booby trapped all the ways in to the clinic using proximity bombs and thermal detonators. They had also erected various barricades and dug some trenches to slow down the progress of whatever the Sith had sent their way. Additionally, three snipers where stationed on the fortress' roof having been ordered to shoot at anything, allies and enemies, on sight. They only had to hang in there for a little while, for, inside the medical center, some mechanics where working on repairs on a ship that would be able to evacuate at least ten people to safety: a detail Fran Suun had failed to mention to the twice as many thieves defending the garrison.

 

[Darasuum]

the male human looked between the Barabel and the Nikto. apparently he may be the only warm blooded sith on this mission but that was just biologically speaking. the man had often been described as bone chilling in temperament despite his various activities. perhaps that was why people saw him as so strange, able to change expressions in the blink of an eye. "just goes to show if you're important enough people will wait." he said with a slight grin in the direction of the nikto more so than the barabel.

before Sacred Band member could reply the man began heading towards the door that would lead out of the hangar. he looked down at the bodies with a glance as the Drone flew out from the still open cockpit and towards its owner. once it came close it almost made a glance before it was directed to search ahead. "find us some toys to play with."

as the drone left to go search the area for threats and wreck some havoc on its own the armored man turned towards his two sith compatriots. "where do you two want to start?" he spoke in a manner like one would if wondering what part of the buffet to sample first. "I could run all over this place all day and not get bored but i don't want to hog all the fun."

 

[Gian Greydragon]

Grik stood, silently, opening his mouth as if to taste the air. After a few moments, he draws his rifle, and point in the direction of "Three more, alley." he said, in a gruff, ornery tone, as he shouldered his rifle , aimed, and fired at the head of the one taking point as he rounded the corner, capping him, causing his compadre's to stop, on the other side of the wall, angled slightly away from the Sith band, providing them with cover. They shout at each other in a language incomprehensible from this distance, only agitating the large beast more. From where he stood, he leapt, augmenting his movements with the Force and landed just around the corner, drawing his Falchion, and holding it high above his head, before clearing his throat loud enough for the two bumbling fools to hear, prompting one to peek around.

All that was then seen was a thick durateel blade coming down on the Ithorian male's neck, lopping his head off and away from the body, slightly, given thewidth of the blade. Grik proceeded to pluck it from the air and barrel it toward the cowering thug before storming around the corner and grabbing the man by the collar of his shirt.

"Mmm..." Grik, groaned, licking his lips with his long forked tongue. "You'll serve a greater purpose for This One. Take the head of your friend to your leader. Demand his surrender-"

"No! Get away, from me!" the human cried, trying, in vain to wrench himself free of the Barabel's one-handed grasp, only to have the hand creep up and around his throat.

"Liissssten to This One, or the last you see is the you see will be the inside of my stomachs!" Grik roared, tightening the grip on his throat, feeling it give way a bit. With the Force he lifts the head of the fallen Ithorian, bringing it closer and closer to the man in his grasp. "You will deliver this message." he says, sissing as if he gets enjoyment of terrifying the man.

 

[+SpaceJesus+]

"Just goes to show that if you are important enough people will wait."

Ve'kas'siir looked at the human with a raised eyebrow as the Sith walked away, then grunted, gesturing with the Suikim strip in one hand. "Well screw you, first of all. " He quipped, loud enough to be heard. It was enough Ve'kas'siir had to do a mission with a nutcase like that, and now the guy decided that he was going to get an attitude. Figures. He thought.


Ve'kas'siir strode over towards Grik, the hulking scaled brute with the bad temper and insatiable bloodlust. He seemed sensible enough, at least more than the other guy. Suddenly, Grik spoke out about some more criminals coming, then promptly went about ripping them to shreds. The Nikto took note of the first shot that hit the criminal in the head. Not bad. I would have gone between the eyes but not bad. With the man squealing like a baby as the barabel hovered over him, gnashing his teeth and threatening to eat the punk, Ve'kas'siir knelt down beside the two and spoke with dry and unsympathetic humor. "Aw, why don't you cut him a break, Grik? Look, you're making him cry." It was sad really, getting so teary eyed over the situation. He was supposed to suck it up and stare imminent death in the eyes like he had some sense, not wallow in fear. The gangs must have sent the wimps and newbies out first to use as cannon fodder. "Look, do what he says. Tell your boss we're gonna blow his head off if he don't give up, along with everybody else in his gang. You guys come quietly, we might be nicer. But do it quick. He ain't kidding about the whole eating you alive thing."

He turned back towards Shaw as he walked over to them, getting back to his feet. "They're diggin themselves in real good. Turned the whole freakin street into a war zone. I snuck up and saw 'em setting up a while ago while you two were having your little playtime with your ships, and it looks pretty tight knit. Gonna have to get past the mines first, but they'll probably have some gang men hanging out to try gunning us down on the way in."

 

[Aberforth]

"MONSTERS! THEY ARE MONSTERS!" a terrified bounty hunter bawled running for his life before being shot down by one of the snippers on the shelter. When facing such formidable opponents as the Sith Brotherhood, panic amongst the men was not something you wanted spread. All three snipers then turned their attention towards the two giant lizards and the human, and soon, it rained energized particles on the Sith. The men knew they wouldn't be able to kill them, but they only intended to slow them down. If they wanted to eliminate them, the criminals would certainly not make it easy for them. They would die as they lived, on the edge.

"Charge the ion cannon", one the men stationed on the ground suggested. "Let's see if a burst of plasma will be enough to cut through their pretty scales. I know my girl would sure like a new handbag." If anything, the blast you at least disrupt their electronic systems preventing them to call in other Sith.

 

[Darasuum]

"Well screw you, first of all. " the man heard him respond to his own quip and simply winked with a paired smile in amusement. pushing people's buttons was always entertaining, even those on his own side just to see what kind of person they were. but the nikto turned to play false good cop as Grik terrorized the man all the while the human returned to his tune he had been humming to himself occasionally adding some vocals to his quiet sing-song mumbling. "...you're looking up at me. you're cold and tired, that is easy to see..."

while the other two sith had rounded the corner to take care of the cretins that had attacked them the man picked and poked at the corpses that still smouldered like a curious child looking at moss on a rock. it wasn't long before Ve'kas'siir returned from messing with the criminal to address both of the other sith. "They're diggin themselves in real good. Turned the whole freakin street into a war zone. I snuck up and saw 'em setting up a while ago while you two were having your little playtime with your ships, and it looks pretty tight knit. Gonna have to get past the mines first, but they'll probably have some gang men hanging out to try gunning us down on the way in."

the man pursed his lips and nodded his head. he didn't doubt the nikto's words and the situation called for some tactical response. the layout of the asteroid's interior allowed for a lot of open space such as streets, courtyards, markets and the such, even internal blocks and buildings made it seem like an inclosed city within a city. the scum that the Barabel had let run off was quickly gunned down, making one of the snipers known that the Ve'kas'siir had spoken of. the man put on his helmet cooly, still on the safe side of the corner as a hail of blaster fire followed soon after the assumed demise of the bounty hunter.

the human continued to sing his tune and brought up controls for his drone to circle around and in quick easy action take out the snipers and keep an eye on overwatch. the first was easy to find since it had already announced his position but the drone took out the other two since the first was already obvious and hard to get away. "...or else it get the hose again..."

 

[Gian Greydragon]

Grik growled as the man was gunned down by snipers. His intimidation tactics were wasted, and he was now underfire, though, at the angle at which the sniper's were firing couldn't reach Grik. He sissed with distaste, and rounded the corner, shouldering his rifle, to see the snipers gunned down by a drone.

Grik's instincts were to gun the droid down for killing those who ruined his plan, but saved the aggression for the rest of the thugs. He regrouped with his team in preparation for advancing.

(sorry for the sh*t post, dudes. Temporary case of writer's block.)

 

[+SpaceJesus+]

Ve'kas'siir watched as the drone shot at the snipers, barely fazed by the attack. Well, that was that. He began striding over towards the end of the landing pad. He wanted to get this over with. All of this waiting around and doing nothing was beginning to chaff against his impatience. "Alright, boys, let's get back on board here. This how this is gonna work." He pointed towards Shaw. "Straightjacket, you send that drone out to start scouting out positions. We'll all take the rooftops, avoid the traps that way. If you can make a distraction, overkill here and I can work our way in, then give you the distraction you need to get right in the front door. And whatever either of you do, don't you let anything get away. Anyone could be the boss here. Anyone. If it looks like a punk then kill it. Now let's get moving."

Ve'kas'siir darted over behind a building, taking cover against oncoming fire. He took out a grappling hook and threw it, and began to climb into the roof.

 

[Darasuum]

Straightjacket, there was a name hadn't been called yet. The human supposed it suited him. He had been called worse things and this could denote some uneasiness to those that didn't know him.

The man used his pinky finger to dig in his ear absentmindedly before flicking what little was there more as a habit than actual hygiene. But he didn't disagree or argue with either of the fellows he was grouped with. The man stopped humming and brought out a datapad as the other two left him so they could take the lead. The drone would comtinue to attack, poling and proding on the far side of the building, attracting any attention away from the side the two sith were attempting to infiltrate. Moving a moment later to simply leap from ledge to ledge like a beast, the human's agility was augmented by the force allowing him to remove the need for a grapling hook, jet pack or other device.

He would activate his backpack once again, this time playing the music at loud enough for the dregs of society in the area to hear him. It was an eary song meant yo be foreshadowing of events to come. Every once in awhile the drone would fire at a booby trap, shaking the area and causing an internal comotion in the facility.

 

[Gian Greydragon]

Grik listened to the plan, lusting for more blood, and letting out a chuckle, that sounded more like a growl at the Nikto's nickname, the Barabel took a running start and leapt up to the roof above them, with Vekas'siir, un-slinging his rifle as he crouched and popping off shots at anyone that had a face he didn't recognize. Hitting one man three times in the chest, Grik let out a gravelly laugh, as the man fell limp. He took aim again at another sniper a few meteres to the left of his first kill, firing to rapid shots, hitting the man in his shoulder and side.

Hearing the man's screams excited the bloodthirsty Sith as he leaps forward in one bound, aided this time by the Force to carry him to the wounded man. There, he draws his greatsaber in drives the wide, orange blade through his rib cage.Moments later another shot a heavy blaster at the Barabel which was deflected back at the sender, grazing him enough to distract him for Grik to yank him up by the neck with the Force, choking the life out of him and tossing him aside, like a ragdoll.

 

[+SpaceJesus+]

Ve'kas'siir leapt to the next rooftop in stride, his boots making a muffled banging noise against the cheap sheet metal roofing of the building. As much as the other two loved the thrill of killing a bunch of lackeys and sideshows, the gunslinger found himself the only one of the group that wasn't enjoying himself. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy fighting, heck, he loved doing it just for the fun of it. He would have thought this was the greatest hoorah in the galaxy in his younger years. But of the group he was by far the least amused by the criminals resistance. Some of them were pretty good, he'd give them that for gutter sludge like them. Most of them, however, just didn't seem to cut it. He was to experienced not to see the flaws. They rushed in one at a time just waiting to get shot and then had the nerve to look shocked when it happened. It was annoying at best and cheap sport at worst. But he was a grand hunter, Ve'kas'siir, and he kept his eyes on the prize. He was weeding through the lesser members of the herd to get to the trophy at the end of the hill.

Ve'kas'siir strode calmly through the firefight, hands at is side with knives knestled between his fingers. He was way ahead of his comrades at this point.there was no pausing for idle taunting or glory killings in the strategy of Ve'kas'siir. He was to the point and ready to accomplish what needed done. He looked back at Grik for a moment, seeing him tear into the local faces, and walked casually passed an entryway that lead out from the lower floors. Suddenly, the door burst open, a half dressed criminal with machine gun in hand ready to fire. Just as he lowered the barrel to blow the intruders head off, Ve'kas'siir grabbed the muzzle of the gun, and stabbed the man in the gut with a quick jab. The man bloody and struggling in his grasp, the Nikto turned him awkwardly around and aimed his gun down the entryway, mowing down the rest of the group coming up in a burst of fire. When he had emptied the barrel, he kicked him down the stairs to keep the rest at bay.

He turned to see another man with a finger on the trigger of his pistol. There was little that could catch him off Gaurd, and this little punk would have to do better than that to pull a fast one. He dodged the first shot with ease, his reflexes making it look as if he had all the time in the world to move, and sent a vibroknife flying his direction, knocking the pistol from the crooks grasp. He volleyed the second blade into his shoulder, and then turned and threw his last blade at an oncoming criminals few meters away. It was as if he was untouchable, weaving ,slicing and flinging sharpened shards of doom scattering across an ever increasing pile of corpses.

 

[Darasuum]

there was extensive noise coming from inside the building the other two dark siders were assualting with audible ferocity. Meanwhile the human continued on the rooftop for a period of time until he came to a back entrance on the floor that supported the roof of the internal station's building. The numerous cables and connectors that led to other parts of the station for communication purposes led the man to believe the center was close.

Hopping down he landed loudly on a fire escape with intention. His music still blasted letting those inside their inevitable death was coming. he placed a charge on the door and stepped off to the side as the explosive blew the door inward."knock knock."

The blast threw shrapnel and fire throughout the inside of the hall. Two gangsters were unlucky enough to not have ducked behind cover and lay on the floor. "who's there?" his low voice responding to his own comment that only he heard. Throwing a few more detonators inside they rolled for a moment before causing confined destruction. In his right hand he held his lightsaber, prepared to block any attack from hostiles not yet eliminated. A large red door, more bolted and secured than the rest was selerate and due to the signage made the man realize he had found the right place.

"witty play on words."He could feel the fear inside. With his free hand he wrenched the exposed connectors from their place and moved it off to the side. A moment later he was met with a hail of blaster which he batted back at the enemies causing them to fall one by one as he advanced. Soon the room was nothing but singed flesh and residual smoke from the blasters with the hum of the menacing human's lightsaber."Anyone else got jokes?" the words were acquanted with the man looking at the corpses as if expectig a reply.

 

[Gian Greydragon]

After tearing through the ranks, like a starved Rancor, the Barabel had caught up with the human Sith, seeing the aftermath of his handiwork. One thing was for sure, the Sith Brotherhood had made the right choices in regards to who was to be sent on this mission. He let out a small clap, reveling in the carnage before him.

"This One isss impressssed. Most human are prey. You. Are predator." he said, complimenting the man, in his way. He walked past him, kicking the door from it's hinges, and moved down the hallway, aiming with his rifle, firing at anyone he didn't recognize, man or woman.

The Barabel carried himself as a mindless beast, only as a result of the Dark Side of the Force, in truth, he was once a calculating Force-Sensitive mercenary, and former Sacred Band. His years as such left him with extensive military-grade training. He was a formed weapon, long before his ascent to the dark side.

He sissed with excitement as the next wave of thugs run to cover in front of them. They were quickly nearing the destination. Grik begun his assault with a couple long bursts of fire, which quickly did away with a good portion of the fools unlucky enough to not find sufficient cover, leaving those who had such luck to cower behind it. He'd take his lightsaber, igniting the blade to a standard blade length and advancing on the remaining enemies. He would bat away incoming fire with little effort, while artfully twirling the blade in a constant flurry of crimson, even scoring some fully reflected shots. Once he was and sword's reach of the thugs, he amps up the blade to it's fullest length, slicing through, man, wall, and cover alike with little effort.

The smell of burnt flesh, wood and insulation rang heavily through the air. He'd look back at the bodies as they fell, and disengaged his lightsaber, with a grin. He would not stop to feast. Not yet anyway. With a quick movement, he motioned for the man to follow as they closed the distance to their target, the Nikto, no doubt not too far away.

 

[+SpaceJesus+]

Ve'kas'siir held the laser breach tool steadily in his hand, stray sparks flying up around him. Had to work quickly, even with these guys. There was an outcropping beside him that had offered a bit of cover, allowing him to pause to take the time it needed to make his way into the siding. After a couple moments carving into the roof, the iron fell with a thunk against the hard ground below. He didn't jump in at first, he knew better. Chances were that there were fifteen gang members all sitting at the bottom waiting for him to hop right into their line of sight. You didn't crawl into the den of a Nexu to go after it. That's how you got yourself killed. You had to flush it out first.

He plucked a detonator from his belt, hitting the ignition and dropping it down the hole. He heard several panicked voices screaming in unison, trying to run away. He ducked his head back, an uproar of fire coming up from the chasm. He spoke into the com.

"I'm headin in. You boys hurry your tails up back there or I'm yanking em down here myself." As he dropped down, he peered through the smog, scanning with watchful eyes to uncover what lay ahead. He twirled the knives in his hand thoughtfully. Things were about to get interesting.

 

[Darasuum]

he stayed where he was and scanned the area from what havoc he had just caused in the confines of the room he had entered. the smouldering corpses and blood stained surfaces made him feel calm. the barabel gave him a compliment which he appreciated somewhat before he moved on. he was tempted to follow the reptilian individual to lay waste to the remaining street scum that resided in the area but instead he stayed put.

a weequay coughed slightly and tried to move near the man's foot. the human sith looked around casually but there weren't any weapons nearby the struggling near-human could reach in a near-death attempt to eliminate him. "I'm a bit disappointed, no rhetoric from your kind." she spat with some blood in an attempt to respond "Go blow yourself you flamming-" she strained to finish before more coughing. "how original. If i'm not mistaken you look to be more than the average thug." a condescending tone laced his voice as he bent down to get closer to the struggling female. he was only met with silence which he took as confirmation.

the human would continue with a slight hidden smile "that your boss over there?" again he was met with silence but her facial expressions indicated a confirmation in his theory. if he was good at one thing it was reading people without even using the force. "looks like we got our catch then." resuming his previous stance he let her die alone in the last few moments she had left before calling out to the other two members of his team. as far as he could tell he had already eliminated the leaders based on the setup of the room he resided in and the corpses as well as their accoutrements.

@Gian Greydragon

 

[Gian Greydragon]

Grik left the man to do his thing, and left to go kill the mark with the Nikto. Using his keen senses to find him, he leapt and bound from rooftop to rooftop to his position, shooting down any unlucky stragglers in his line of sight. When he met up with Ve'kas'siir, he had just dropped into the room below them. Grik would follow suit, landing back to back with Ve'kas'siir, clutching his Falchion in his right hand, supported by his shoulder, and his rifle in his left, supported under his arm, ready to fire from the hip at any thug that retaliated.

"Shaw, believes he's got the leader. This One says we kill them all," Grik says, licking his scaly lips, sissing with delight at the 'feast' before him.

 

[+SpaceJesus+]

There was a clopping noise coming from down several hallways. Suddenly, A group of gangsters leapt from behind the smoke, each carrying a semi automatic blaster. These weren't the common thugs. Ve'kas'siir could tell from their guns, and by the professional way they went about surrounding them. Military grade blasters. Tough to get on the black market. These were the higher ranks no doubt, the ones not man enough to get the top spot but . They knew what they were doing. They kept their distance, and they all came at once, surrounding the two in a forbidding circle. "End of the line." One yelled, the bayonet on his weapon glinting angrily against the darkness. "Get on your knees, both of you."

Ve'kas'siir scowled at the oncoming crowd. It wasn't like he could do anything else though, really. Some show. It was getting serious now, he reckoned. He lowered his hands, dropping the knives onto the ground as if surrendering. His robotic eye twitched, focusing its lense on each and every one of them in quick succession. His hands lowered, his fingers extended. Before now, he hadn't had much of a motivation to get a shootout going. These people, though. These were the people he came for. Before now, he hadn't had a reason to get himself serious. He hadn't even drawn his guns.

He stared straight into the shadowed blue eyes of the hooded man in front of him, his eyes peircing into his enemies soul as his enemies eyes stared into his. They watched each other, expectant, like two nations pitted on the edge of mutual destruction. There was a pause. The niktos eyes narrowed. The mans eyes widened. But by then it was already to late.

A flash of movement burst from the hunters body. His hands clasped against the handles and triggers of the revolvers at his hips, rocketing into the space in front of him. Time seemed to warp and blur at an unnatural speed. Muscle contracted and bone repositioned in a singular motion rehearsed and redone so many times before it borderlined on instinct. His fingers pulled their triggers, letting loose a breakneck barrage that seemed to shatter the atmosphere as it flurried forth. Five shots per trigger, two guns. In a moment, ten punks dropped to the floor, a burnt spot smoking from their foreheads, right between the eyes.

Ve'kas'siir twisted his wrists. His hands were always a bit sore after a trick like that. He cleared his throat. "I think someone's gonna thank us when we're done with that, Grik. The more of these bastards dead the better."

@Shaw