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Artacus stood outside the small warehouse, a blaster rifle in one hand and his helmet in the other, Ord Mantel was hot and this contract was boring. This is what he liked to call 'Fancy Gun Hire' were really all he was there for was as an extra blaster, not to actually advance the safety or security of his employer long term. The work never scratched the itch he desperately wanted to scratch with 'Dynast Arms' but it brought in the credits and right now that was what they needed. Purchasing the 3-Z freighter and the Astromech to help run had taken most of his funds, but it beat having to use public transport and meant he could take on some space faring jobs as well.

He could hear the heated discussion between his employer and another man inside the warehouse behind him, they had been at it for a while and he was sure the former had used the threat of Artacus and his companion at least once. The human looked over at the only other employee of 'Dynast Arms' who stood on the other side of the entrance. "I feel like a bloody mercenary stood here waiting for something to happen." He said in a disgruntled tone, "I wish we could just hurry this up and get out of here, I'm sweating like a pack of tauntauns on Tattooine here." Placing the helmet between his legs he pulled a piece of free cloth out from his belt and wiped his head and face to prove his point, before stuffing it back in its pouch and putting the mask back on.

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Rax paced back and forth along the interior front wall of the warehouse, his four paws padding the hard floor as he sniffed the air. Most things in the galaxy had a smell he’d found. Today, there was violence in the air. He was sure of it.

He glanced along the loading gantries either side of the warehouse, sharp cat eyes raking the shadows and doorways. Nothing to see, yet. He tried to get a look over at their employer and the undesirables he was meeting, but cargo blocked his view. He and Artacus were glorified door guards today, but Rax hoped there were others further inside. Given the heated discussion echoing in the vast hangar, they might just be needed.

Artacus was moaning again, this time about the heat. “You could try wearing less armour” he teased through sharp teeth “swap that damned sun for the heat of a blaster bolt”. He laughed a little at his own joke. Rax was one to talk of course, aside from his blaster holsters and the knife sheath at his thigh, he wore virtually no armour. He found it didn’t much agree with him, slowing him down when he was born to be fast and deadly.

Do tell me we’ve something more scintillating lined up after this job?” Rax said, pausing to scratch an itch with an outstretched claw.

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"Its the damn inner suit, it needs to be replaced, its supposed to keep you cool even in this heat. But the thing is half worn through. It was either that or not pay your food bill for the month and I thought you would prefer the later." He replied, his voice tainted by the voice box in the helmet. He scratched under his armpit, as he looked out into the street beyond the warehouse. "I heard there was some crap heating up over on Onderon so hopefully we can supply our services over there after were done with Prince Panzy in there." He finished flinging a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of their employer for the afternoon.

Their conversation was getting heated again which was now becoming more irritating than interesting to Artacus. He heard his name be used again as a deterrent, but this time the conversation seemed to shift and their employer became panicked. Artacus could hear more voices rise in the warehouse, people which were not their before. "Look alive Rax." He said lifting his rifle to his shoulder, something was wrong and he was sure that molten hot plasma would be flying soon.

His prediction came to light pretty quickly as the sound of a blaster echoed through the warehouse followed by a thud as someone hit the floor. The fact it was only one meant it was Artacus's guy that had croaked it, this was confirmed by the clear voice calling for their deaths. "For the blessing of a Bantha's Mum." Artacus cussed out loud aiming his blaster towards the meeting point.
 

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There was little time to consider the prospects on Onderon as shouts rang out across the warehouse, quickly followed by the sound of blaster fire. Rax was already moving before their employer’s body hit the ground, bounding into the interior and slipping behind a pile of cargo crates. Ears prickling at the slightest sound, he risked a glance through a gap in his cover.

Their employer lay dead on the floor, a surly Duros leaning over his corpse. That had to be the spice merchant he had arranged to meet. A tall, slender human in dark clothes was making his way down from a gantry on the far wall, a sniper rifle hanging loosely in his arms. Rax sensed the barrel was still hot. He counted four other mercenaries emerging from their hiding places and advancing slowly across the warehouse, weapons in hand.

What was supposed to be a straightforward business meeting had gone badly wrong it seemed. Their fool of an employer had been taken out by a sniper in his own warehouse, and now the Duros and his band were no doubt going to case the joint.

They could just let them of course. Their employer was dead, their contract void. But the mercs were already coming for them, seeing them as part of the dead man’s crew. Rax didn’t fancy their chances out in the open yard. If they were to fight, this was the best ground. Besides, he relished the challenge.

Six hostiles” he hissed quietly to Artacus. He was unsurprised to see the soldier had already taken up position, weapon trained on their foes. He was good like that. “Leave some for me, won’t you?”, Rax's voice pure malice as his crouched low to the ground.

Once of the mercs was drawing close, a short stocky man with a stark facial tattoo. Rax waited until he was nearing his cover, then leapt out and slashed violently with a clawed hand, aiming for the man’s exposed face.

Unfortunately, his foe turned a second beforehand, seemingly deciding to check the crates to the right. The movement saved him and Rax’s attack hit nothing but thin air. The merc whirled around and fired on instinct, a point blank shot that would have put Rax down for good, but his momentum carried him and the bolt instead grazed his side. It hurt like hell though and Rax crashed to the ground, managing to roll behind a parked loader before more shots lanced his way.

They were going to make this difficult.

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Artacus cracked a smile beneath his helmet, the Fras was always good in a fight and this would be no different. The small confines of the warehouse worked to the creatures advantage. Even though they were outnumbered Artacus was confident with Rax in his corner they would be just fine. The fact that the Fras charged and missed however bred a little seed of doubt in the solider.

Though the chance to think of anything else was quickly removed by a hail of plasma flying at his head. He ducked back behind the durasteel pallet he was stood behind, dirt flying up around him as the blaster bolts ripped into the ground. Peaking over the top he caught sight of three of the enemy fighters, though Rax was now well out of view. Their weapons were your standard run of the mill blasters, the energy packs overheated relatively quickly so he just had to wait until they needed to re-charge or cool down.

It took only a few moments for the break in fire to appear, popping round the corner Artacus rested the rifle into his shoulder and let out a string of shots at the two closest two him, three at each. The first guy was running towards cover as his blaster cooled and only took a shot to the shoulder sending him spinning but still alive, the second wasn't so lucky, caught on the gantry all three bolts hit their target, one in the stomach and two in the chest, his light armour melting beneath the hail of fire. Knocked backwards he tumbled over the railing his body plummeting to the floor out of sight. Artacus dropped back behind the cover as the fire resumed on his location, he smiled to himself, these were only thugs with blasters, not trained soldiers. This should be easy.
 

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Rax stayed low, keeping out of sight and putting the loader between him and the tattooed merc. The man had got the better of him once. It would not happen again. Blaster fire over his shoulder drew his eye momentarily and he watched Artacus drop a man for the count and wound another in one fell swoop. That's my boy.

His companion was safe enough for now. Turning to his own predicament, Rax flattened himself against the hard floor plating, skirting under the loader's bumper and squeezing underneath the vehicle. He saw his opponent immediately; the man was creeping around the far side of the loader with practiced caution.

The young Fras crawled forward, ignoring the throbbing pain in his side. The wound made him angry, furious even. He was born to take down scraps like this and he'd do just that. Drawing close to the rim of the loader, he slid out and pulled the merc's legs from under him. The man tumbled to the floor, but somehow managed to swing his weapon around in the process, slamming the butt into Rax's snarling jaw. The big cat was nearly knocked aside again, but he was damned if he was letting this slug off again.

The merc moved to aim, but Rax gripped the rifle with two clawed hands, powerful arms turning it aside. The man struggled vehemently, wrestling with the Fras, using his weapon as a shield to hold him at bay. It was a contest of strength, and while Rax might yet win, he had to finish the man. Now before his comrades came to his aid. He couldn't take a hand off the rifle, or the barrel would find him and that would be the end.

But he didn't need his hands. Lunging forwards, Rax closed his powerful jaw around the man's collarbone, razor sharp teeth plunging into the exposed flesh above his armored vest. The merc roared in pain, relaxing his grip instinctively for a few brief seconds. It was all Rax needed to tear the weapon from his grasp and finish the kill.

He shoved the mauled man aside, rolling onto his back and breathing hard. He was off balance today.

Good thing Artacus never was.

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The wounded man and his friend had been joined by a third it seemed, that left two for Rax to deal with before he could join him. He wondered if the Fras had decided to use his blaster today or was he still going full animal on them. The scream erupting from the other side of the warehouse gave it away, a man never screamed like that for a blaster bolt.

The men on his side had seemed to smarten up, interchanging fire between themselves not allowing Artacus a simple pop up and fire chance like the first one. The wounded man was cussing at him every time he pulled the trigger which only made Artacus smile. The plamsa was begging to heat up the durasteel crate he was ducked behind the edge begging to have a soft yellow glow. It wouldn't hold out much longer, time to either move or end this. Judging from the angle of the shots he guessed the new man had replaced the dead one on the gantry, that had to be his first target.

Shifting his weight he prepared do move backwards away from the crate, it would keep him cover from the two on the ground with him as long as he kept low but allow the one up top a clean line. He had to judge the time that he had to reload or wait for a cool down, it took a second to figure out which bolts were from him before he made the move.

Sliding backwards he swept his rifle up, but he was to late, two blaster bolts were heading in his direction, he had just enough time to squeeze off a single shot on target before they stuck him. One smacked into his shoulder and another glanced off his helm, dazing him. He scrambled back behind the cover as the man on the gantry got his footing, his own shot had hit him square in the chest, but the armour had held, though it wouldn't be worth anything next time.

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It took a little more effort than Rax would like to admit to get back up. The wound in his side screamed in pain, but he held it together. At times it almost felt like the pain was a good thing, as if it kept him going. It was a sensation he'd felt so many times.

A slow rasp hissed from the lips of the man he had just taken down. A last breath for sure; the tattooed merc was not getting up after that. Rax shimmied past him and glanced around the loader, spying at once that Artacus was under fire. His meagre cover was taking a battering from the Duros, the sniper and two remaining wingmen, all of them concentrating their fire on the crate in their way.

The solider was never one to be kept down though. Even now, Rax saw him slide back and loose a shot over the top of his cover, though to little avail. They were not giving him a moment to breathe. It was time to even the odds.

Rax reached round and drew his rifle. He only used such weapons when he had to. Though he found them intriguing, they still felt alien in his claws and wholly inferior. But his natural weapons had not favored him today. It was time to change things up.

Risking breaking cover, Rax rose up and set the butt in his shoulder, resting his elbow on top of the loader and taking aim. None of them were looking his way, all but forgotten him over the roar of their blasters.

The Fras let off a two shot burst in the Duros' direction, and another at the man on the gantry. The first two went wide, doing little but drawing the greyskin's attention, but the second two hit home, slamming into the mercenary on the gantry and sending him tumbling. Artacus had punched through his armour it seemed and Rax had done the rest.

The cat dived for cover as the mercs returned fire. Now the three that were left would have to fight on two fronts.

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Artacus gritted his teeth as the heat in his armour started to disperse, that was going to cost to get repaired, Durasteel was not that expensive, but getting someone skilled enough to mould to existing armour cost a pretty penny. Lucky for him in that respite, Drax had come good. The Far had snuck to the side, probably after eviscerating his first target and was now laying down cover from another direction. He heard one man drop to the floor, that left three and one of them was injured from his first volley. "Your surrounded scumbags." Artacus laughed from behind his still melting cover. He only got some rather unpleasant words in reply from one of the men on the other side of the fire fight.

That suited him, if the other guy wasn't going to be nice neither was he. Popping up to have a quick view of the battlefield in between cover fire, he spotted the location of the three men. "Drax, the Duros is yours." He shouted over the flying plasma. Putting his rifle to one side 'this was going to be to close for that', he drew his pistol and edged to the side of the crate he was behind. Waiting for a lull in the fireing he shot out from behind the cover, holding his blaster out in front of him as he charged towards the enemy. He let out a trio of shots against both of his attackers, he fired back. A shot glanced off his helmet, sending him stumbling, though this came as a benefit as the following shots hit into his shoulders and although it hurt his armour still held. His shots however rang true, three into the chest of the first guy and the second with a stomach and head shot. A pretty clean kill.

Artacus clattered into a crate on the other side of the small clearing between the opposing sides, behind the Duros but luckily still in cover. Breathing heavily he hoped Drax could grab that last guy quick, it was really getting hot inside the armour.

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Rax hurried out from behind the loader, deciding to shift cover to keep the mercs on their toes. Rolling across to a container a little closer to his foes, he watched with surprise as Artacus burst from his cover and advanced, pistol blaring. Rax heard him cry out, giving him the Duros to finish, and watched with admiration as not one, but two of the men dropped under his hail of fire, taking shots square in the chest, stomach and head. The sniper who had started the whole affair was among them, his weapon clattering to the ground.

Artacus's courage really did border on recklessness sometimes, and Rax's eyes widened as his companion was struck in return, stumbling back into cover. It looked like his armour had saved him again, but Rax doubted the soldier could take much more. He had to finish this for both of them.

Pulling his rifle round in the Duros' direction, he found himself staring right into the greyskin's eyes. The merc had also heard Artacus' instruction and planned to take Rax out first.

The big cat didn't wait, managing to loose four shots before two came back from the Duros. Rax twisted away, managing to avoid both, but it meant that his own went wide of the mark. His enemy was moving through, hoping to flee or find better cover and the fourth shot hit him in the side mid-run. Puncturing through the underarm gap in his armour, the Duros was knocked sideways screaming and fell to the floor. Rax bounded forwards before the greyskin could get back on his feat, tearing the mercs weapons from his hands and putting him down for good with a single shot.

Panting but victorious, he finally gave in to the pain in his own side, collapsing back on to his four paws and limping in Artacus' direction.

"Let's. Get. The Hell. Out of here".

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Artacus panted behind his mask, the heat inside his armour was become to intense, his body hurt from the shockwave of the blaster bolts and he poured sweat. He smiled as the giant cat walked up to him on all fours. Reaching up he pulled off his helmet with a bit of difficulty grunting at the exertion. "I was just getting used to the heat." He replied with a smirk.

Putting the helmet on the box behind him he pulled himself up to his feet slowly, damn that hurt, perhaps he had been stupid charging in like that. 'Bet it looked cool though' he thought to himself. Slinging the rifle over his shoulder, the blaster already back in its holster, he looked over at the Fars. "I doubt we have to be to quick. Matie boy over there looked like this was all he had." Artacus said thumbing over to the still cooling bodies. "The worse thing we need to worry about are the cops, though I doubt they will be here soon." They were on the outskirts of the city and even if someone had heard the blaster fire and reported it in, it would be at least ten minutes before they arrived. "Shall we?" He asked motioning towards the door as he walked away from the massacre behind him.


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