OOC:

For those of you who are reading these posts, my initial post will differ from Dusk’s as we have argued for some time about the beginning of the story. It will only be slightly different.

HammerHead groaned as he rose from his bed. He leaned over and rubbed his eyes in a useless effort to wake himself up. He staggered into his bathroom, disrobed, and took a shower. After drying off, he checked the time and found that it was already 5:00. Having no other plans he slid on his street clothes and readied himself for a well needed voyage to a cantina.

As he finished his preparations for a night on the town, he heard a faint noise from across the room. Approaching it with caution, HammerHead whirled around a corner with his gun drawn, only to be met with his closet door. He opened it, it the noise increased in volume. In an effort to find the source of the noise, HammerHead dug through the various boxes, containers, and wracks in his closet until he found the small metal box were the noise was coming from. He knew the box well, for it used to hold his day to day valuable before he joined the army. He unlocked the lid, and slowly opened the lid of the box. Inside he found the source of the noise, his old civilian com.

HammerHead was fairly intrigued, as most of the people from his pre-enlistment life were either dead or had his new comlink's info. Upon observing the comlink, he found that he did know the person from which he had been contacted.

Jacen you smug son of a bitch.

Much to HammerHead's surprise he had been contacted by Jacen Arture. HammerHead knew Jacen from his pre-enlistment days in which he frequented bars and casinos. He met him on a sabacc table in which they were both cheating. HammerHead and he played together for quite some time, until they were caught by their opponents. After a heated argument they were left with two options, get arrested of fight their way out. The duo fought hard and won. HammerHead, however, ended up taking the brunt of the damage. Jacen then left Hammer for dead in the alley joking of a life debt as he waltzed of into the night. HammerHead never forgot about that, and he held a fairly large grudge against the man.

Hammer decided to hear what the bastard had to say, as it had been a very long time since the met he wanted to know what Jacen may have wanted.

It was a recorded message that goes as follows:
"Hello Dac old buddy, I have some information that may be right up your alley. I have a job that needs to be done, and you are the right man for the job. I know our last encounter was rather unpleasant, but I think you will readily enjoy this trip. If you are questioning my motives, I assure you that I mean you know harm and that you will be well compensated for your trouble. If you interested meet me in the location list at the bottom of the message. Remember, it's urgent."

"Hmmm, that slimy rat wants me to help him. I'll see what he wants, because no matter what happens I'll get to punch him."

HammerHead then realized that if he was going on some voyage, he would need more weapons than just his revolver. He then reached up on one of his closet shelves and brought down a duffle bag. He unzipped the bag and started filling it with all sorts of weapons. Most notably, he put his pup grenade launcher, heavy E-11, a bundle of various explosives, his leather roll of special weapons, and many boxes of ammunition for his weapons. On person he carried to more revolvers (both of higher caliber than his usual side arm), a sawed off shotgun, and a large combat knife.

HammerHead was eager to give Jacen a beating, but decided to keep it to a minimum until he heard him out. As he approached the bar, HammerHead became very excited. I have been waiting years for this.

HammerHead walked into the cantina ready to start a brawl when he saw Jacen's smug face smiling at him.

“Jacen, Jacen Arture; is that you, you swindling bastard?”

“Aye, it’s me. Now why don’t you have yourself a drink?” He said, winking at the waitress. “Could ya’ be my friend here something to wet his thirst, sweet cheeks?”

“Right away, hon.” She said hurrying behind the bar.

Before Jacen could turn his head back around to talk, Hammer slugged him square in the jaw, throwing him right out of the chair.

“Now Jacen,” Hammer said sarcastically. "Why have you called me here? You said it was urgent.”


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HammerHead stood with his bag of weapons waiting for Jacen to show up at the spaceport. Soon he saw the man approach, and once again he had a smug smile on his face.

"You’re a little early, I'm surprised."

"I packed before I left the house."

"You never struck me as someone who would be prepared."

"Yes, but I have struck you." Hammer said with a grin.

"Very funny. So... what have you been doing this whole time?"

"I could give you the long and bloody story, but in short, I joined the Vast Imperial Army."

"You’re kidding, me too."

"Really, that has to be an interesting sight, A spineless guy like you trying to fight a war."

"I’ll have you know that I'm the Squad Leader of a very important special forces squad."

"Yeah, right."

"I don't kid you, you better show me some respect."

"If you’re some kind of "Special Forces Squad Leader" what's your calsighn?"

"Sargent Dusk of Wraith Squad."

"Wait your...SON OF A BITCH!!!"

"What, have you heard of my legendary exploits?"

"No, I'm HammerHead of Ghost Squad."

“Oh…this is an interesting coincidence.”

"No Shit."

OOC:

Yes Dusk I pushed the story far enough along, you should be happy. As for the wrest of you, I hope you noticed my change.

Dac, are you in position?"

"Yeah, you give the word, I'll rush in there."

"Alright... NOW!"

HammerHead grinned as he strode into the lobby of the large corporate building. He walked in with a large back across his shoulder, drawing the attention of some of the people inside. A security droid held up its and simply said "Halt." Hammer was directed to place his bag on the scanner so that it could be checked. HammerHead complied laying down the bag and moving forward. He didn't even reach the scanner however, when a loud alarm went off and the man looking at the screen screamed.

"Alert we have a priority in sector 1 floor 1. Send immediate action on threat level 8."

As a security droid tried to apprehend HammerHead, he reached in his coat and whipped one of his revolvers. He planted a slug in the machines head, and it fell to the floor. He then fired at the other droids diving behind a pillar. He came back around, both revolvers in hand firing away at the lifeless enemy. As he cleared through the last of the droids HammerHead slid his guns into their holsters and leaped for his bag, which contained the Z-6.

Hefting the mighty weapon up, HammerHead sprayed the room with fire, causing most civilians to duck and most droids to blow up. HammerHead soon realized however, that he couldn’t take all of the droids down. More and more poured into the room and Hammer frequently found himself being backed into corners.

"Jacen, the's droids of yours are kicking ass! Ha Ha! All the civvies are staying down, but these security bots, are putting up some resistance. I'll call you if anything notable happens."

HammeHead knew his words were lies, but he had to tell the guy with the easy job something.I'm not going to be able to drag this out much longer. As soon as these thoughts crossed his mind, his Z-6 ran out of ammunition. Thinking on his feet, HammerHead hurled the useless hunk of metal into a group of security droids crushing most of them with its force. Hammer once again pulled out his revolvers and shot into the endless horde of mechs, but no mere pair of slug throwers would defeat his enemy. Unable to reload his pair, HammerHead pulled out his slightly smaller caliber personal revolver and used it. After it was spent he went for the big gun, his 8 gauge shot gun. Its unprecedented strength ripped through the largest droids that had arrived, which actually caused the mechanical forces to move back.

Taking any time he could, HammerHead reloaded his weapons and began his cycle of weapon usage all over again. It still, however, wasn't enough as the endless stream of droids came running in for the fight. Hammer was already exhausted, and he was burnt in five places, and bleeding in twelve. HammerHead couldn’t hold back the forces if he tried, so he decided to make a break for it.

"Dusk, I can't hold them off, there's to many. I don't know what you brought me into, but these droids just keep coming. The room is filled with scrap metal, and new droids just push it aside or walk over it."

"I can see what you mean, I have encountered some fairly formidable forces as well, but I got past them. You need to save Kelly that is the priority."

"FRAK YOU!"

"Do it Dac!"

"I can't hold them off much longer...AAAAHHHHH!"

Before HammerHead knew what hit him he was stabbed by a 8ft tall mechanical hulk. It flung Hammer of its blade and into a wall. The impact broke a few bones, and the blade left a new gash in Hammer that went straight through his shoulder.

In a last effort to escape his near unbeatable enemy, HammerHead pulled out his pup grenade launcher and let the metallic bulk have it. He ripped a large whole in the droids body, which caused enough damage to down the droid.

HammerHead took this last chance to sprint for the elevator. He arrived in time, and the elevator started to lift him to safety. As HammerHead began to think the worst was over, the elevator stopped. Annoyed at this intolerable nuisance, Hammer climbed on the top of the elevator to look for another means of transportation. He was luck to spot a vent that was half covered by the elevator, but it took him only a short time to make a large enough hole to fit through.

HammerHead used his newly found path to crawl out of danger and in to god knows what else.

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Kelly sat at a desk on the sixth floor doing some extra work in the records department. She was almost ready to go home, and then the alarms blared all around her. As she sat startled, a message came over her radio.

"Alert we have a priority in sector 1 floor 1. Send immediate action on threat level 8."

Terrified,  Kelly quickly finished her work and headed for the emergency exit. She was stopped, however, by five security droids when she opened the door.

"You may not proceed." Said the droid in front.

"I'm Kelly Chals, I have security clearance on the highest level, and I demand to leave this building.'

"Our orders state that we are to protect this floor. All floors are on lockdown, so you may not leave.'

"Hunks of junk, I'll have you scrapped for this!"

Kelly sat and waited for almost 15 minutes, while hearing various sound of battle. Wanting to know what was going on, Kelly tapped into the security feed to watch the ongoing events. There was nothing going on any other floor, except evacuation. If these people can evacuate, why can't I? She quickly scanned over other feeds, but was startled at the sight of the lobby. The once grand and ornate lobby of the building was now covered in rubble and the bodies of fallen droids. There were no active droids in the room, so Kelly decided the danger was over.

"The sound of battle have stopped I would like to leave."

"Denied."

"I want to leave know."

"You will leave when we are given the order to leave you."

"No, I want to leave KNOW!"

Kelly's shouting caused the droids to loose tolerance for her uncooperative nature. The lead droid waved his arm, and two other droids tied her to a chair, with on standing right behind her as a sentry.

The now fearful Kelly sat helpless in her chair, waiting for something to happen. Suddenly, the wall broke apart as a man came out of the ventilation shaft. He was fairly bloody and beaten, and looked like he had been through hell. What struck her the most was how tall he was; his height was greater than that of the droids guarding her.

It didn't take long for the droids to notice the man, but before they could even fire a shot he had his weapons out and he started shooting'. The weapons were loud and seemed to blow holes in the droids, so Kelly deemed that the strange man was using slug throwers.

The man had downed through of the five droids that held Kelly, but the leader and the sentry still remained. The leader, being smarter than the others, nocked the stranger's guns away and engaged him in hand to hand combat. Kelly thought that the droid would win for sure, but she was shocked when the man ripped off the droids arm and made a significant dent in its head with his fist.
The punch knocked the leader only a few feet back, but it still sent the droid to the ground. The Sentry shot several times and missed so it decided to approach the Stranger to finish the job. The Stranger pulled another weapon out from his coat, this one longer and bigger than the others. As sound like a small explosion was heard and Kelly saw the security Droid get ripped in half. The leader rose once again, and it two was cut in half.

The Stranger cut off Kelly's bindings and tried scouted about the floor until Kelly’s ears stopped ringing and she spoke to him.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Dac Harrick, and I'm here to rescue you. Come with me if you want to live."

OOC:

Alright Dusk, post away.