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A clear line was etched in the rug, a clear indicator that Krom had been pacing for the better part of the day. They had secured a warehouse from which to operate, as they needed time to track down the insurgency. The Mandalorians had been onworld for a few days, though Krom had spent most of it pent up in their safehouse. His comrades had decided that he was a psycho and that they would take over the investigative portion of the operation. He could contact them, of course, but he would only get angry that he was being cooped up and angrier still that he couldn't simply kill people until they decided to tell him where the insurgents were at.
Krom's weapons were displayed neatly on a nearby table, though each looked meticulously clean as if they were fresh from the factory. His armor, which was being worn, had also been similarly cleaned, if only to allow the smell of death to accumulate on it once more. Behind Krom's line was his newest, if most temporary, possession: a Deviant of Peace model tank that Krom had alternatively acquired through less-than-legal means. It had enough room for his comrades, as well, meaning that Krom didn't have to leave anyone out when it came time to party.
His white eyes seemed to spark with happiness when he thought of his plan. Using the tank to breach one of the outside walls, Krom aimed to set EVERYONE inside the target building on fire, and leave a note etched into the wall to the side of the entrance that any other insurgents would be dealt with in a similar fashion. He preferred that option, though he had also suggested to place shaped charges on vital load bearing walls and allow the building to crumble under its own weight, crushing any insurgents in a brutal use of gravity. A third choice was to blow an entrance into one wall and use his impressive choice of weaponry to kill everyone in the building, though that risked casualties.
Either way, he would have to wait for his comrades to return before being able to use any of the plans and they needed information on where the insurgents were at before they could act. As such, Krom continued to pace as he waited for his comrades to arrive.
@Prudence @Dav Wren @MaskedMosquito
Krom's weapons were displayed neatly on a nearby table, though each looked meticulously clean as if they were fresh from the factory. His armor, which was being worn, had also been similarly cleaned, if only to allow the smell of death to accumulate on it once more. Behind Krom's line was his newest, if most temporary, possession: a Deviant of Peace model tank that Krom had alternatively acquired through less-than-legal means. It had enough room for his comrades, as well, meaning that Krom didn't have to leave anyone out when it came time to party.
His white eyes seemed to spark with happiness when he thought of his plan. Using the tank to breach one of the outside walls, Krom aimed to set EVERYONE inside the target building on fire, and leave a note etched into the wall to the side of the entrance that any other insurgents would be dealt with in a similar fashion. He preferred that option, though he had also suggested to place shaped charges on vital load bearing walls and allow the building to crumble under its own weight, crushing any insurgents in a brutal use of gravity. A third choice was to blow an entrance into one wall and use his impressive choice of weaponry to kill everyone in the building, though that risked casualties.
Either way, he would have to wait for his comrades to return before being able to use any of the plans and they needed information on where the insurgents were at before they could act. As such, Krom continued to pace as he waited for his comrades to arrive.
@Prudence @Dav Wren @MaskedMosquito