Burk had never been to Ploo II before, and he had already decided he didn’t like it; at all. A small detachment of heavies had been sent down a few hours ago, at the behest of their paymaster, Nor’baal Desilijic Fa’athra, to ‘restore balance’. Burk had no idea what that even meant, and he didn’t really care. The boss had told him to come here and crack some skulls, and that was just what he intended to do.
Armed with his traditional vibroblade, vibro-ax and an E-11 blaster (which Burk very much disliked having to use) he swaggered down the road and toward a cantina, which intel showed was the erstwhile headquarters of the crime family on this world.
It was a drab and unimpressive affair, no doubt much of the cost of the place had gone into the databases in the basement, where the Zaa Fenn carried out their more traditional crime - cyber. Burk did not understand cybercrime, indeed, Burk did not understand much, but then again, he wasn’t paid for his brains. He squinted at the door, which was open so as to welcome new customers, and waddled forward toward it. With an oink-like noise to his compatriots, Burk signalled that their attack could begin.
@Sreeya
Armed with his traditional vibroblade, vibro-ax and an E-11 blaster (which Burk very much disliked having to use) he swaggered down the road and toward a cantina, which intel showed was the erstwhile headquarters of the crime family on this world.
It was a drab and unimpressive affair, no doubt much of the cost of the place had gone into the databases in the basement, where the Zaa Fenn carried out their more traditional crime - cyber. Burk did not understand cybercrime, indeed, Burk did not understand much, but then again, he wasn’t paid for his brains. He squinted at the door, which was open so as to welcome new customers, and waddled forward toward it. With an oink-like noise to his compatriots, Burk signalled that their attack could begin.
@Sreeya