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Today command had saw fit to them all to clear out another underworld gang. Specifically a violent bunch that called themselves the Raging Rancors. Currently the underworld police were besieging the neighborhood they were holed up in but the gangsters were proving to be more heavily armed expected. No doubt they got their new toys from the Hutts. He silently guessed to himself, rubbing his dark beard with one hand.
When the pilot called from the cockpit letting them know they were approaching their destination, Talos stood up. Looking back at the troops with a steady gaze, he spoke.
“Alright boys and girls get ready. Within a few minutes we’re going to be storming a gang stronghold. Reports indicted they’re a nasty bunch of frakkers that number around between thirty to forty and with heavy weapons obviously donated by the cartel. The cops have attempted negotiations and frontal assault but all of it has failed.”
Talos paused to bring out a handheld projector and activated a hologram, revealing a large cantina turned makeshift fortress.
“This is their position. We will land two blocks away at the rear and take to the sewers underneath and hit them from there. Unless you are certain any of these thugs can be taken alive without endangering your fellow marines shoot to kill. If there heat for it later I will assume full responsibility. Any questions?”
A red-haired woman lifted her right hand and asked. “What about civilians LT?” Nodding in understanding Talos answered.
“As far we can tell any non-combatants have fled the neighborhood by now since the siege began. If there are some remaining do you what can for them without jeopardizing the mission. Though stay on your guard, the enemy will likely pretend to be bystanders. If not sure set your weapons to stun and get them out of the way. Is that understood?”
“Sir yes sir!” The platoon said in unison.
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