[MAFIA MISSION]Jailbreak

[Veritas et Lux]

John had left himself wondering two thing- what in the blazes did he just get himself into? And why?

Two weeks prior:​

"Thank you Mr.Capone, sir. Thank you!"
"Look, it's no problem- I'm sure. I mean, you payed up with the credits and I gave you my word...
Don't worry, your brother will be set free."

The man sat across the desk, lounging in the arms of a brilliant leather chair. The smoke wafting a silky string crossed the room for a second lung's plight, combusted from the tip of the cigar with ferocity in every drag.
He was dressed over with that typical black suit, a purple stripe along his tie-tucked into the shirt.

"Hehehehe...Yes... Your brother will go free." he relinquished a bellowed chuckle and took another deep drag of that silky smog.

Present-​

The cargo hold was lined with some pretty interesting toys- quite a few blasters to say the least.
They rode in two different frigates- the first was the getaway, the second was the drop-off. Inside, the small ballsy crew of three had it in their minds that for an imperial transport; this mission was quite probable.
The small facility was notorious for the cruelty towards their incarcerated- most likely the reason that Mr.x had came to the family in the first place.

The two vessels were en direct route to the facility. It was when they came hovering over the dark side of the small moon that the facility that the reality of things set in- the adrenaline was pumpin'.

"Moon base to transport shuttle- you are in an unauthorized zone." the comm-link began to patch through. It hummed through the vivid crew to quiet the ruckus within the ship.

"Err- yeeah. About that- see... We're lost. We need to touch base to figure out where we're goin' an' make some minor repayas'."
"..."
"Copy that, shuttle- continue on course to docking bay: alpha, 3, zulu, niner, niner. Copy." There was a short silence over the commlink before an answer was given- the man behind the comm lingering on the "Copy that, shuttle."
"Shuttle to moon base- copy that. Docking bay alfa, 3, zooloo, nine'a, nine'a."

The shuttles made their ways crossed the short treck of the moon to bo housed within the bay.
Mr.Capone... John, Capone. Had his head on straight despite the fair amount of adrenaline pumpin'.

"Allright boys- we're in! Strap up... Weapones free." he wafted a small carbine through the air- he was loaded down with some blaster pistols and a couple of thermal detonators.

The cargo ramp dropped and John's eyes immediately met those of an officer in uniform- those familiar black and white plates.
However the only thing the trooper's eyes met was the end of John's pistol as the cargo ramp dropped and the hot bolts met his helmet dead-on. It sizzled and melted through on impact. Blood dripped from the inside of his helmet and painted his uniform with red stripes before falling on his knees.

John shouted throughout the bay-
"Wooh! Come-on boys! We're gettin' our man oudda heya'!"

 

[Natise]

Luciano chuckled as the trooper fell to his knees. He sure did love the way the boss took care of business. As the boss jumped out, Luciano looked at the armory, he grabbed thermal detonators and shoved them into his bag, he then grabbed two blaster pistols and put them in their holsters. He checked his belt to ensure that his lightsaber was there. He then perceeded to lazily walk down the loading ramp and to the boss's side.

* So, boss whats the plan, you wanting us to shoot up all enemies, or be more discreet about things? *

 

[jacobburns]

Alessio walked into the armory. He grabbed his heavy repeating blaster rifle and walked down the ramp. * So, boss whats the plan, you wanting us to shoot up all enemies, or be more discreet about things? * A man say's to there boss. At the same time a small squad of troopers were running towards them. Alessio started firing his repeating blaster. Spreading the bolts all over the place. and practically ripping them all to peaces. he then lowers his weapon and said "it don't matter now does it. Are presence is already well known. Come on" he walked up and shot another bolt into the skull of a surviving trooper. "Lets go ki'k some ass"

 

[Neo Shark]

((ooc: No more freebies, so stop killing our guys please.))

Commander Treska awoke to the sound of alarms, very loud and very annoying alarms. The sound of the alarm was more than enough to rudely awaken him from his peaceful slumber. I left specific orders that I was not to be disturbed tonight, someone will pay dearly for irritating me. His hand darts over to the side of the bed and slaps down on the intercom, simultaneously turning off the alarm in his room and activating the com. "This had better be good" he grumbles sleepily.

"Sir! I'm terribly sorry to disturb you but we have a situation. We received a distress call from 2 shuttles and allowed them to dock. Unfortunately they contained a small group of infiltrators. We've already lost a few troopers."

Still groggy from his rude awakening he is unable to voice an immediate reply. Levering himself upright he slides his legs over the side of the bed. As he gets up the sheets slither off him revealing his nude form and the figure laying beside him. Now sitting upright he rubs his face with his hands in an effort to wake himself completely. A few moments of this is all it takes for him to finish waking completely. "What do you mean you 'allowed them to dock'? Are you not aware of the standard operating procedures for this prison? SOP is to deny any unscheduled requests for docking at the prison, for exactly this reason I might add. Alright, notify Planet X and request immediate assistance, and in the mean time go ahead and lock down the prison blocks and alert all section commanders of the situation. I'll be there shortly."

With his orders given he now has time to dress and deal with his companion. Leaning over he roughly shakes the individual, wakening it. Turning to face Treska with a pained groan the nude form reveals itself to be an attractive human female. "I've got a situation to handle so I'll need to end our deal early. I'll go ahead and have you transferred to your new cell, but you'll still need to fulfill your end of the bargain soon. I'll also send someone up to tend to your wounds as well." Getting up from the bed he leaves the female in the bedroom to begin dressing. In a few minutes he would be in the command center, in his officers uniform complete with holstered blaster pistol, to eliminate the annoyances that had appeared.

 

[Natise]

(OCC: What's the post order please?)

Luciano looked at the troopers that Alessio had slaughtered with ease.


* Ey, thats very impressive, but I wouldn't recommend you storming through the entire prison shooting up everybody you see, you can't interrogate a corpse after all *

The alarms started going off.

* Shit man! Boss, we gotta be more strategic than this, we can't be taking on their entire guard force with pure man power, we needs to set up some traps and ambushes. *

Luciano holstered his two pistols and began looking with the force trying to find any signs of more enemy troopers mobilizing towards their position, and sure enough, there were.

 

[Prancing Yawn]

CODE RED: CODE RED: DISTURBANCE AT DOCKING BAY E2: CODE RED: CODE RED

"Great jumping kahoonas.."
Lieutenant Kayamasamo Kresh's long, slinky arms dangled off of the edge of his bunk, his fingertips touching the cold metal floor of Quarters A. He had just finished dealing with a huge Gamorrean brute who's muscles alone were bigger than Kayamasamo's head, and the Commander had entitled him to get a good night's sleep. But no, some jumping kahoonas had to interrupt this rare pleasurable experience - and for what? Some jocks blasting up the docking bay!

The Phindian slouched off of his bunk and hastily slapped on his utility belt, not bothering to secure the holster to his leg. His main weapon, however, was a moderately heavy blaster cannon that would rip those sleep-interrupters apart in one blast. Lugging it up with his two arms, he had to raise his lanky elbows up higher to get it to proper height, for it would've been stationed on the ground. He then unconnected a small comm from his utility belt, and activated it, linking him to central control.

"Lieutenant Kresh responding."
Making his way down the halls and corridors of the various quarters as fast as possible, Kresh made his way to the turbolift, which was unoccupied. Stepping in, and having to make some strange maneuvers to get his massive cannon inside, pushed the various consoles to take him down to the docking bay.

The doors flashed open, and there were, standing there, atleast three men armed to the teeth with rifles and pistols and grenades and every sort of thing, and two to three guards lying dead on the ground, blasters still slung across their chest. Behind them were two sorts of shuttlecraft, and some more lightly armed goons appeared to guard those.

With the enemy force containing many more men than he had expected, Kresh silently slipped behind a starfighter, calculating his options for attack. It would be abit before the invaders would get to the turbolift, so he had time to prepare.

 

[Tzeentch]

The alarms blared throughout the facility, causing guardsmen to scramble and await their superior officer's orders.

Warrant Officer Ty'von Xurn was patrolling the underground cell block as he did everyday for the last decade when the alarms suddenly rang out, causing the guardsmen to scramble to designated positions, while others went to their superior officers for orders. His own guardsmen were swift and orderly in the response to the alert, and most of them stood in front of him.

"We seem to have a breach in this facility's defenses," the armored officer called out, "and there can be only one thing they want from us; the intruders are most likely to be searching to set free a criminal, if not all of them."

The men stood idle as they listened to their designated leader, a small part of them donned in customized armor; these four were Ty'von's personally trained guards, armed with E-11 blaster rifles and upgraded armor. Each one of these individuals led a small group of guardsmen, who wore light armor, and were armed with standard blaster pistols; there were 10 under each man's command.

Ty'von himself lead a group of 15 men and women, similarly equipped as those that were led by his lesser officers. "The four of you, reinforce and guard the entrances to this cell block; I want all entrances sealed off, even after the alarm is ceased," he shouted, "Only allow Commander Treska and Lieutenant Kresh through with proper clearance!"

His eyes panned over the guardsmen from behind his helmet, his lips forming a deep frown. This was his last month until his retirement, and of all times there seems to be something or someone attempting to stop him in his tracks.

Even if there were more guardsmen then intruders, they were equipped to deal with unarmed inmates, not armed, trained and experienced individuals. His officers and himself were another story, however. He trained them and purchased their equipment himself, so the four lesser officers were tough themselves, but as ever living creature was, they were mortal and vulnerable to Death.

"Move out!" with a resounding "Sir," he turned on his heel and marched towards the control rooms that allowed the user to imprison or free the inmates. He would not allow a single soul to leave this facility as long as he still drew breath. "You," he pointed at a single guardsman, "contact the Commander, and tell him that this Cell Block is being locked down. I am not risking a single inmate being released." The man nodded and proceeded to contact Treska about the situation in the Cell Blocks.

So as his own subordinates moving to their positions, he lugged his own equipment and weapons with minor ease as the sounds of his footsteps were drowned out by those of his guardsmen and women.