The squads were going to have to turn their attentions to the riots that have engulfed the city, Karash did not feel comfortable going out and facing all of those people but it had to be done. As he stepped out into the city Karash was confronted with a crazed person running at him with some sort of bat, he fired and the man lay there stunned. Karash continued to fire at anyone who posed a threat.

The city was different from how it was when they had arrived, the screams of the crowds echoed between the buildings, the orange glow the city emitted had turned black as smoke poured from the various fires and people had turned into raging monsters.

Karash turned to see his fellow Raider, Rogueboy, had just shot a civilian dead this caused panic amongst the crowd and they now ran in fear. It was then that Karash looked up and saw something hurtling towards them.

“Molotov cocktail!” yelled the Wraith squad leader.

The ground then erupted in flame, many civilians were now either on fire or burnt, more of these bombs came down and scorched all around them. Some saw this as an opportunity and attacked the troopers with their bats and knives; Karash began to once again fire at the armed civilians although one crazed man lunged at him and sent Karash hurtling to the ground. Karash’s weapon was knocked from his hands and he could not move as he was now pinned the ground, as the man was about to strike Karash, a shot came from nowhere and the man fell.

“Thanks,” Karash said even though he wasn’t sure who it was.

“That’sa ok-day” said Grahim.

Karash then recognised it was the Gungan trooper, Private Grahim, though they did not have time to talk as the attackers kept coming. Karash retrieved his weapon and once again attempted to bring the crowds under control, it was as he shot a man with some sort of axe that Karash noticed a group of men coming around the corner.

“Who are they?” asked Karash.

However no one had time to answer because these men were armed with more than blunt objects, they had grenades and they ran for the squads. They were martyrs and obviously prepared to die for whatever reason, Raiders and Wraith fired at the men but they still came forward.

“Get back!” Karash could not tell who said it.

The ordered had been given to get away from these men, but it was too late and explosions began. Karash thrown up into the air and landed back down with a thud, he tried to get back to his feet but he couldn’t as he was still in a daze; however he found that he was being dragged to safety by someone, Karash only hoped that it wasn’t the enemy that was dragging him.

OOC:

If this messes anything up just let me know and i'll change it.

"Kand to Hel, anyone home?"

There was a few seconds before the reply was heard, long enough for him to consider throwing the piece of junk against the wall. Eventually, the response arrived however.

"Yeah, we're here, Jaenna just hooked us up. hear you loud and clear"

"Nice, now we can move onto the main objective. Heads or tails?"

"What?"

"Just pick"

"Heads" Helena replied, sounding somewhat irritated.

Kanderin flipped the coin and let it land in his palm. He was surprised they'd found an area of the city quiet enough for him to be able to do so without being shot at, instead they had to settle with the odd looks being shot at them from the windows. Afterall, in the middle of a riot the last thing anyone would expect an Army squad to be doing is sat hunching around a coin.

"You lose" Kand replied, smirking "We're off to go back up Gaz and Ron, you guys get to stay here"

"Fine by us" Helena replied "Enjoying ourselves anyway"

After exchanging map co-ordinates and meeting instructions, the Wraiths slung their bags back over their shoulders and began to jog southward. As they did so the fighting began to fade out behind them only the large clouds of smoke stopping them from thinking it had finished. The area of the town they were heading into was commonly known as the slums. The factories had recently all relocated to the other side of the city due to the hazardous state they'd left this side in. For several years after the move, the air was still considered too poisonous to breathe in for extended amounts of time, meaning anyone that had the wealth to do so simply left. What was left was the poorest of the poor, most now suffering from one of the several fatal diseases churned out by the factory smog.

They ran parallel to a large river which wound its way around the buildings here before hitting two water cleaning stations a mile short of the stadium. It was there the putrid green water was converted into the fresh kind that enhanced the scenery of the city centre. Originally the whole river would of been drinkable, but the two stations at the very bottom of the river had long before fell into disrepair, the city's government simply giving up hope on ever cleaning it up. Kand simply kept breathing through his mouth and carried on running, waiting for the best opportunity to turn off without risking running into more trouble. Ironically, even with bloodlust, none of the rioters would go anywhere near the stench.

"What's the plan once we get there?" RK asked through the comlink.

"Well, first port of call is to go find Ron and Gaz, we need to get them the comlinks. Once they have them, we'll cause some trouble. Gaz and Ron need time to be able to get to their leader and keep him out of the way. Once we get that call, we're good to kill the rest"

"Kill them? Don't we want to take them alive"

Kanderin shrugged again "I don't see why we'd have to, even if we took them alive they'd only be sentenced to death. Besides, I was quite looking forward to the match, and they ruined it for me"

Rogueboy called for cover fire, and a trooper who was a few inches taller then Rogue started firing stun blasts at a group of rioters. RB quickly dropped his pack and took his helmet off; strapping it to his pack via a custom install he had done himself, reaching into his pack Rogue rummaged around until he found what he was looking for his pack of cigarettes. Pulling out a cigarette Rogue reached into his side pouch and pulled out his lighter, lighting his cigarette Rogue took a couple of quick puffs to slow his heart from pounding between the exertion and the thruster head the last thing Rogue wanted to get was a heart attack. While he was rather young to go into cardiac arrest if there was one thing he learned is that when mixing with drugs you tend to be more vulnerable to that shit.

“What the hell are you doing?” The trooper who was covering Rogue yelled.

“Taking a cigarette break, what does it look like I’m doing?” Rogue asked rhetorically.

“Ah, you’re such an asshole!” The trooper retorted while a rioter fired a blaster bolt at him.

“Bah, you’ll get over it!” Was RB’s response as he took another drag.

The world seemed a bit fuzzy to Rogue but it did every time he took thruster head for the first fifteen minutes, then it would clear up.

The rioters were getting less friendly and pipe bombs began appearing as another urban improvised explosive, pretty soon they would move on to atomic bombs at least that’s what Rogue thought and no scientist could convince him otherwise, nasty effect from the thruster head; paranoia. The platoon sergeant trooper had programmed his undamaged comlink to tune into three channels; the squad’s, the VE’s, and lastly the local police forces. So it was easy to imagine RB’s distress when the locals reported that the mobs had broken into a blaster shop, he suddenly wished he had a chain-stun-gun.

Wishing about it wouldn’t make it happen Rogue thought to himself as he fired a stun bolt in the general direction of a mob, sure it would piss them off but the truth was RB didn’t care if he hit an unarmed civilian with a stun gun. Chances are they would get trampled to death by the same mob they were in or hit by an incendiary bomb.

Rogue finished off his cigarette and decided it would be better to wear his helmet as a fragment from a pipe bomb tore a small hole in his ear, high on thruster head and his experience with pain had taught him to numb it out as he put his helmet back on. Adding a mental note that he should see a doctor for a tetanus shot, and clean the blood out of his helmet when he got back to base.

It was back to the basics; Raiders taking on a city of enemies, poorly armed or at least that’s when the call came in. “Requesting all assistance at Smith and Blesson’s blaster shop on third avenue and Kingsley.” RB quickly informed Helena of the local’s plight.

Ron and Gaz approached the warehouse slowly, making sure that they appeared as much as two terrorists as they looked.  Ron knocked twice on the big steel door, and waited until someone slid back a bar that covered the speaking hole in the top.

"Who are you?"  the voice said.  Ron looked over at Gaz and nodded without speaking, Gaz cleared his throat and replied,

"We heard you take in guys who are leave the army..."

"Who told you?" the voice said.

"We heard." Ron replied.  "And the people we heard it from are friendly to your cause."

The voice paused before saying, "What makes you think this place is for the likes of you?"

Gaz interrupted.  "Cause we're starved and cold, weak and wounded; we've been treated like dirt by the empire and now we want to get even!"

For the first time they saw eyes, dull yellow eyes that peered out at them.

"And who told you to paint your helmets?"

"No one told us.  We do what we want now."

The thing behind the door was quiet again; Ron and Gaz thought they had been left out of the cold.  But soon enough they heard the squeal of metal as the pins of the door were loosened.  Suddenly the whole thing swung out towards them, and behind it stood a tiny creature about three feet tall.  His eyes were sunk into his head, and his hair fell about his face in shambles.  When he spoke, his voice sounded more grating then before.

"Yes." he said.  "Now that I can see you it is more obvious to me.  You are welcome here, friends.  Come." and he took off with hop-skip gait down the hallway. 

"Quick." Ron said.  "You follow him and get to the Hutt... I'll try and find their operating room."

Gaz nodded and took off after the disappearing thing that had let them in.  Meanwhile Ron slowly paced about the halls, looking for any sign of a room that held the oh so important terminals he was looking for.

When the moon hid back behind the clouds over head Lukas made his move and ran out to the nearest dark corner he could find near the tower. The towers were about three miles apart from one another and had low cut walls surrounding them, although they wouldn't be hard to scale over.

Lukas had his back up against the wall as he checked his sniper rifle and scope to make sure they were good to go, after doing that he leaned out and around the corner and looked through the scope to see what was in and around the towers, as well as the walls.

The magnification was at x6 so he could see things quite clear, the tower he was looking at was more fortified and patrolled then he thought it would have been. His only thought on that was there was something inside there that the public eye couldn't see. The guards were on nightly routine checks and walked around every 15 to 20 minutes.

"Hey Kanderin...the terrorist insignia is on the guards shoulder pads, so there has to be something important in those towers that no one else can see..I'm going in for a closer look and will report in when I get more information", Lukas said into the earpiece after hearing Kanderin's acknowledgement.

Lukas put his sniper rifle back onto his back and ran in and out of buildings and warehouses when the moons beams permitted him cover. He reached the wall in about a twenty minute timespan due to detours and patrols as he got closer to the tower.

He scaled the perimeter wall using a grappling hook and the cover of darkness while waiting for the last patrolling guard to round the corner out of sight. After Lukas reached the top he looked across the vast expanse of sparse cover between the wall and the tower.

Lukas grinned to himself and rapelled himself down the wall and to the ground, stashing the rope and grappel inside a pile of discarded rusted metal. He then made the three hundred yard dash in less then a few minutes to one of the few doors at the base of the tower.

Tapping his earpiece Lukas spoke into it softly so as not to alert any of the nearby guards, "I'm going into the tower so I may lose communications with you guys incase they have bulked up walls but I'll keep in contact and don't worry...I'll cause hell if you guys want me to.."

"Just becareful and don't get yourself killed", Kanderin said with a smirk, Lukas acknowleged and headed inside the tower.

The inside of the tower wasn't that big, it had numerous stairwells going up in all directions. Lukas began his descent up ladder well after ladder well, dodging patrols through hiding in alcoves and closets. He overheard one of the guards saying that the towers were used as one of there communications array.

Lukas managed to find a balcony and relay the messege to the rest of the squad.

"Kanderin...do you want me to destroy the tower or continue with investigating the inside?", he awaited a reply while staying crouched behind an open doorway.

As expected, the radio crackled for a few seconds become breaking contact completely, leaving just a jumble of loose radio signals breaking through.

"There goes our link with Lukas, which means its time to move" He called back, picking himself up of the floor and making his way around the back of the complex. Hopefully Ron and gaz had been given enough time to get a large foothold inside, otherwise they might of found themselves in the middle of the crossfire, Lukas included. He simply needed to get the squad far enough inside undetected so as to send the warning out to the three, then they were good to go.

Around the back was two guards stood either side of a large metal gate, one smoking and the other staring off into the smoke of the city. Kanderin and Joamer moved out silently behind them, slitting their throats with relative ease and dumping them out of site. The harder part was now in the way however, how they were going to get the large door open and the entire squad inside without being noticed.

"Try the comlink's again" Kanderin whispered back to no one in particular,"If we can get contact with at least one of them our problems are solved"

"No need, we're here Kand" Rons voice suddenly cut through the chatter. "In the upper floors, we can see you actually, I wouldn't stand there for too long"

The squad moved further against the wall until Ron confirmed they were out of site, and then the conversation was continued.

"We're about to strike the place, will you be able to get to their leader in time?"

"Should be able to, we're sat outside his office now" Ron replied

"Good, then try and keep out of the way for a while. Lukas is around the place too, try and relay the message to him"

Ron agreed and the line was cut again, allowing them to focus once again on the task at hand. He removed his bag from his back and pulled out a small explosive, probably just sizeable enough to get the effect they needed. He gathered the squad around and quickly gave out the plan, before each member lined themselves in even groups on each side of the gate. Kanderin made a hand signal, the signal for Joamer and Anival to jump out and yank the gate up as quickly as possible. The gap was barely a foot high when Kanderin tossed the explosive underneath it. He cursed as it bounced off the ground slightly and lost speed, it meant it wasn't going to be as far away from the door as he hoped. It'd have to do.

As soon as it was wide enough the other members of the squad dived through, Joamer and Anival rolling under last. The three or four armed guards Kanderin spotted on jumping through went to turn their weapons on them, but the explosion struck the base of the upper floor and caused them to lose their footing. Wraith opened fire and gunned them down, before turning their attention on anyone else in site. If it wasn't such a global catastrophe, they would of probably spent more time planning the operation, more time weedling out who was an enemy and who wasn't. The damage the group had done however ruled out that option, making everyone inside the building an enemy in their eyes.

Ron fused the last of the broken wires to each other before shutting the computer panels for the last time.  He threw himself into the wheeled chair before the screens before flicking on the switch near his elbow and starting up the power.

Then everything died.  The computers flashed on for a second, then they died, their screens zooming out to a small point of light in the center before blackening out completely.  The lights in the hallway turned off one by one, darkening the hallways and passages slowly in succession.  Finally the heaters, plumbing, and temperature were shut down.  The place was for the taking.

Ron ran to the window where he could see the rest of the squad.  He gave a thumbs up, and watched as they all rushed towards the building, slowly infiltrating the dangerous area. 

"Gaz, I've done my bit.  Do you have the leader secured?"  Ron called on his comlink.

"Yeah." Gaz replied.  "I got the Hutt in my sight, but he's heavily guarded.  If we want him alive we're going to have to do some pretty shooting."

"Right." Ron replied.  "I'm coming down to help you."

Ron shut the door behind him and locked it, fusing the door to the door frame using a torch he kept in his belt.  Then he took out his blaster rifle and held it before him as he ran down the blackened hallways.

It was not long before he heard the angry and confused noises of the other mercenaries.  Among them he heard the distinct bass voice of a Hutt.

"What a load of trash you all are!" he spat in huttesse.  "Not only have you led our enemies to our base, but you let them in!  What are you all standing here for?  Find them, damn you, find them!"

Ron jumped aside as the large group of mercenaries fled from their angry boss.  He crawled out of the pile of boxes into which he had jumped before entering the room himself.

Ron couldn't see the hutt in the darkness, but he knew that he was there.  He whispered into his comlink to Gaz as he turned on his nightvision.

"Gaz, I found the Hutt.  Where are you?  Gaz?... Gaz?"

Havock had never been to Dendros, in fact she knew next to nothing about the planet. Outside of her native Corellia most planets were foreign, but hey a city was a city and typical city folk see the opportunity for a riot and they will take it.

The noise from the civs was deafening. Things being thrown, most of them on fire, and the majority of them at any visible trooper. Looters were about enjoying their mischief, which was convenient for Havock. Yes they were all too distracted by their prizes to notice the young trooper making her way to the nearby Smith and Blesson's Blaster Shop where her Platoon Sergeant was.

Seeing a moments break in the action Havock made a mad dash for the road - the Dendros police gave her directions from where she received her assignment. She was almost across when an opportunistic bottle hit her along the way she barely slowed down for that but skidded to a halt when a civ jumped out from around the corner with, what looked like a lead pipe, Havock quickly snapped her blaster up to stun the man square in the chest, smirked and continued down the road.

It was nice to be on her own, this was how she did her best work. Sometimes she feels old for a 16 year old girl. Since she was 6 she was working, earning her keep running a-muck to distract the marks while her Foster Father, Jed, and his crew would rob them blind. So she was always sent on the solo missions and her biggest responsibility was to make it noisy, make it last, and get the hell out of there without being caught.

Making her way towards the shop she noticed that the activity seems to die down and one whole street leading up to the entrance seems to be deserted.

Running up to Rogue and dropping out of sight of any rioters, "Private First Class Havock Reporting for duty, sir" with a quick salute and even quicker check of her blaster. Her eyes became very distracted by all the quality arms and ammo on the
counters and walls of the store and had to physically shake her head to snap out of it, no souvenirs this time Havock! Then turned her attention back to Rogue and awaited orders. 

Suddenly another female trooper came scooting up to Havock, "Hey you! You any good with that thing?" and pointed to the blaster rifle.

Havock raised an eyebrow under her helmet, "Yes, ma'am. Damn good with this thing, what do you have in mind?"

"There are some rioters up in the windows taking pot shots at our guys, care for some target practice noob?"

Oh you bet, "Yes ma'am" she nodded her helmet slightly.

"Good, I'm Jae by the way."

"Oh right, Havock" she said pointing a finger at her chest. The other trooper, Jae, seemed to be smiling Damn helmets can never tell "Yes, I know who you are." oh right I did just "report for duty" didn't I If it wouldn't have looked quite so stupid she would have actually hit herself on the forehead with the palm of her hand for that blunder.

Rogue spoke up, "Okay you two take out the snipers in the windows, the rest of us are going to prepare to torch the building that should send them running out like rodents, then all of us will clean up as they run out, everybody copy that."


[ooc=note] I wanted to get at least this up tonight, I know there should be more I will keep plugging away as I get time :-) [/ooc]

The slick, metallic silencer attached to Bacardi's IvP-18 Tropov Machine Pistol, a modified version. It was aimed straight towards one of the Hutt's bodyguards. Everything was silent as Bacardi had been moved into the darkness; the other bodyguards had yet to realize. One shot flew out of the IvP-18 Tropov, the bodyguard hit he ground and everyone in the room turned. Bacardi cut the communications with Ron, he then moved in to throw another shot at another bodyguard.

Two more bodyguards jumped towards Bacardi, and they both jumped on Bacardi with an iron fist. Ron came from behind the two bodyguards as the Hutt screamed out, Ron raised his pistol and two shots echoed from the barrel. The two bodyguards hit the ground with a little restraint. The Hutt moved it’s large and beady eyes up and down the two, Bacardi moved over to grab his pistol. Bacardi spun around as enemy guards filled into the upper levels. Grabbing his modified StA-LAR, he fired on the upper levels and launched one of the grenades from the StA-LAR, the men on the upper levels flew off. Ron quickly raised his rifle as well and killed remaining stragglers.

“Ron, you mind getting the door?” Bacardi threw Ron two detonation packs. Bacardi then moved back to his com. “All teams move in, this is RAIDER Two, we have been compromised.”

“Affirmative RAIDER 2, Margraves out.” One of the Gunnery Sergeants in a covering team commed. The sound of rocket fire came from outside and the building shook and cowered in a sense. Ron came down from the stairs and raised his rifle in a covering position; more enemy guards came through the door and Ron detonated it. The door was no longer there, yet the wall that was adjacent to the two men flew down. A large hole was were the wall had previously been. More enemy guards came through were the door had been, while Vast Empire troops came through the hole.

“Covering fire!” One of the privates said, he raised his rifle only to be shot down a second later. His body fell to the ground and he let out a few moans and aches. The other troops filed into the room; one of the Vast Empire’s soldiers raised a BLR-06 Hydra Rocket Launcher and fired it towards the enemy fiasco. The enemies flew in different directions and the stragglers were pelted by Vast Empire fire. The Hutt muttered some words in Huttese as two of the soldiers escorted him out.

“Sir, resistance outside! We need all the help we can get!” A PFC said to Ron, Bacardi rushed with Ron and the PFC towards the remnants of a building. The building’s walls were all up except one of the walls that had collapsed. Vast Empire troops and allied marines began to fire from that position towards fortified enemy positions on the rooftop of another building. The ear-piercing sound of TIE Fighters came from above and four TIE bombers closely followed by TIE fighters were seen. The TIE bombers dropped hell on the enemy fortified position across from them. Bacardi began to fire as well. The bombs detonated and the enemy troops were no more.

As the Vast Empire Galactic Marines jumped over the wall that had been destroyed, Bacardi and Ron threw covering fire at another enemy fortification. Enemy sandbags were rattled by machine gun fire and blaster fire. The city began to turn into an urban combat area. As two more TIE Fighters buzzed above the two, one of them was hit by anti-aircraft fire. The blazing TIE Fighter flew towards Ron and Bacardi, Bacardi dodged to the right and landed right into the remains of an enemy fortification, Ron to the left who landed in a pile of dead galactic marines.

The TIE fighter landed in-between them, the two quickly got up and moved in opposite directions. Bacardi jumped past two more Galactic Marines that were firing into the midst of enemy soldiers, the enemies dropped dead and twisted down to the ground. Three RTT/As moved into a straight line towards Bacardi and the Galactic Marines. One of the men inside the RTT/As came out of the door and spoke. “Get in, we’re evacing now! The city is lost!” Bacardi quickly loaded inside, as did the Galactic Marines. Lamba-Class Shuttles began to fly up from the burning towers that had been destroyed during this battle, carrying the soldiers of the Vast Empire.

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For RAIDERS, it’s over.