Raiding an armoured train full of mercenaries was probably a dumb move for some people but Tacitus was firmly of the opinion that those people were probably cowardly little karktards that didn't know that the best way around any problem was the application of sufficient violence. If it wasn't working it meant, in his experience, you were either not using enough violence or you were being stupid in how you applied it. Violence was a tool just like any other except sometimes you needed it to be a scalpel and other times a hammer.
This time he needed it to be a freaking laser cannon.
The pilot droid they had paid for between the three of them had the controls of the Garrison as the ship came in fast and hot. Already geared up, Tacitus cradled his rifle in his arms as he walked back into the cargo area where Bri and Nero were waiting.
"Alright kids, put your junk back in your pants, we got work to do." he called out to them as the ship shook violently as lasers impacted the shields, "We're coming in hot, fast and maybe crashing a bit too - depends how badly the droid karks up."
He tossed a breaching charge to his brother.
"Nero, you're on point with the bang, Bri heads up the centre and I bring up the rear. These guys are mercs and they got guns so make sure you kill em first. No stun blasts this time." he grinned, "Anybody need a kiss for luck first?"
@Killa Ree @Exhilian