Qsan Torobah
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jan 17, 2019
- Messages
- 40
- Reaction score
- 11
Gamorr, Early Morning (Twilight)
Exiting his cockpit, he knelt down, behind the duracrete divider lining the edge of the building, and double-checked his weapons and armor functions to make sure they were all loaded and in working order. Q'san would await the arrival of his partner in this assignment, @XT03 a Goliath Bipedal Tank Droid. His Stun Scattergun hung in front of him, on it's sling, with his three Power cells in pouches on his shoulder strap, and his Pugio Blaster Pistol sat on his right hip, with three spares in similar pouches on his belt. Forgoing a conventional melee weapon, his opts to use shockboxing gloves set to an almost lethal wattage, because of his Echani upbringing instilling pride on his martial prowess - forgoing the mention of his enjoyment of utterly pummeling a man to a red a purple pulp, as opposed to using a blade or a bludgeon of some sort. The crunching of bone beneath his knuckles was reminiscent of his short stint as a cage fighter.
From his position, he could see many other building in much worse shape, several fires, and a handful of gunfights in the streets between Gamorrean natives, and the Hutt mercenaries. His role was to, once XT03 arrived, was to rendezous with a group of Imperial soldiers, and offer support to the Gamorreans.
As if almost on cue, a carrier with a squad of five (5) Imperial Soldiers, four of which were wearing medium armor and Gladius Blaster Carbines, and a fifth in heavy Armor and sporting a Javelin Light Repeater landed on the building across the street from Q'san, roughly 10 meters away from him, and his ship.
"Specialist Q'san to your 9'o'clock. I'm waitin' on an IAF Goliath, then we'll make our move," he said to them through a secured commslink.