Easy come, Easy go...

[Who Wrecks?]

*The Chemilian was Infa's assigned transport, a ship he used for the usual smuggling mission. It wasn't pirticularly fast or heavily armed, but looked about as average as any ship possibly could. And in his line of work, or what he used to do, being underestimated was a definate advantage.

He had been given a mission of how he was to capture a supply ship that will be leaving the planet Obra-ski, and blow the crew straight to hell...well, that's waht he thought he heard. This was his chance to show his mistress that he was not some nar shadda punk, but a professional. He had hired some people willing to work, and they were off. Waiting for this ship to arrive...he had a plan, a bit unorthadox, but it would have to do.*

He had been told that there may be some Ebon claw resistance as it was once their world, but either they didn't care or they were hiding pirticularly well....

The secnerio of how he would capture this vessal continued to play over and over in his mind. A bad habit he began since his first bounty, and it always seemed to help him prepare for anything that went wrong...

There were two reason he used this beat down piece of junk and one of them was the minor modifications he had made to it. Unaware if Rajani minded or not he had added something which was like a grappling hook. It could be shot out, puncture the ship and send a violent charge into it disabling it for a while until it was either disconnected or the emergency supply was back online. The other was 'cause he didnt want to upset his employer.*

 

[Who Wrecks?]

*It had been a while before anything happened. Had he come here too soon? Or worse, too late? No...he was given specific orders, it had to come. It just had too...

He had been in a meditative stance, just trying to connect with the feeling he had felt during his training. To know his surroundings and be one with them. And then it happened.*

Hired thug:Sir, Incoming ship

"Good, send it a hailing...tell 'em we're distressed need help. If that don't get those bastards than well, go to plan B."

Hired thug:Yes, sir

*He ran back to the controls sending a small message of how they were stranded, without food or supplies and were in need of assistance. This never worked and the supply frieghter ignored the hailing completely. In the window the man who had sent the message was yelling and swearing, but no one could hear him cept for the people in his own ship so it didn't really matter.*

"Plan B..."

*Infa pushed the thug out of the way, punched in some code and what looked to be like a very large grappling hook shot out and plunged straight into the hull of side of the frieghter. Next a violent discharge of energy ran towards the ship, and even if it wasn't anywere next to the engines it would still be a dosy.*

 

[Who Wrecks?]

*As the ships were now connected, Infa thought it best to strike as quickly as possible. He sent a few transports over to the ship and began to cut and force the hole the harpoon had made wider so that they may enter. The first to enter was the dark assasin himself, confidently walking towards the bridge, or the cockpit...whatever.*

"You the leader?"

*The man he had first encountered made a small nod seconds before the insides of his noggin painted the dasboard.*

"Not anymore...this ship? mine. The crew? Mine. Anyone got a problem with that?"

*He asked waving his gun around.*

 

[Who Wrecks?]

*One idiotic, or brave...same thing, crewman thought it would be in his best intrest to go flying towards a mad man with a gun. The result, you ask? A hole straight through his ribcage, sending fragments of his lungs onto the cold, durasteel plating below.*

"I guess someone did have a problem with that..."

*He chuckled at his own joke before walking over the carcess and heading to the cargo hold. Motioning for those men that had come along to gather the stuff he smiled and looked at the remaining scum.*

"My orders were to kill all of you, but I'm in a purticularly good mood, so I'll let you guys live. Toodles"

*The men looked relieved as he took the transport back to the Chemilian, and drifted away from the stranded supply vehical. The rest of Infa's own crew could barely contain their excitment as the hijacked, ransacked, and looted ship exploded into a brilliant cascade of colors. Guess Infared's word wasn't worth shit...*

*He had also been given a transmitting device. It was set to a specific channel and a very hard one to bug. He would now contact his mistress, tell her the good news, continue his training...and get on with his life. He flicked the toggle on the side of the device 'on' and a began to speak into it.*

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"Ma'am? It's done...we got the goods. Your orders?"
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*He really wanted to get out of here. So far everything had gone down without a hitch and he wanted to keep it that way. No speed bumps on his road to glory.*