Going Whole Hog

[The Captain]

Gamorr
10:45 hours
Besadii Warehouse​

It was official, someone in the family hated him. That had to be it, why else would Wald be standing here ankle deep in Gamorrean mud and Force-knows-what-else in the sweltering humidity. His well-furred Aqualish physiology wasn't built for this giant swamp of a dirt ball, and as such he had been forced to dress down for this attack. Simple clothing with his normal cadre of weapons hidden underneath and a lightweight body-armor vest. He felt damn-near naked right now. But he still had a job to do, and he didn't want to go back to the Desajillic's empty handed, or else they might send him somewhere even worse. If he survived, of course.

The task he had been set to was simple, a Hutt rival of the family was pushing Gamorrean slaves from the warehouse across the...street? Was this even a street? It looked like some kind of giant slop-trough. Regardless, he was waiting for a few more Desajillic thugs and a good enforcer. Until then, he was resting against the hut across the...trough...eyeing the lightly guarded warehouse. Although, lightly guarded by his standards, as he considered Gamorreans to be more of a distraction than a real obstacle, so the four well armored boars by the door didn't count.

@Swaglord

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[Swaglord]

Shar had to admit he felt more at home here in the sweltering heat of Gamorr than on most planets that were considered more "civilized". He found the mud to be comforting, reminding him of his younger days on forested worlds as he hunted with his father. His father...Shar had murdered the man. The Mando shook those thoughts from his head. If his father had deserved to survive he would still be alive. It wasn't the time to dwell on such thoughts anyway. The enforcer was here to do a job, and it was finally one that he felt at least somewhat fit his skills. He would see Wald leaning on a hut across the street from their target. He'd approach and offer a quick nod.

"That's the target? Heh, I thought maybe I'd finally gotten a job worth my time."

So Shar joined the Aqualish on the hut's wall. He did a quick check of all his gear and soon the cannon fodder that was the rest of their task force started to join them. It would be time to move as soon. Shar was ready.

 

[The Captain]

Wald turned to the gruff, muffled voice and found himself staring into the visor of a fully armored Mandolorian. He might have been impressed by the arsenal he was carrying if not for the fact he had to be roasting in that armor and this job barely required such extensive measures. Like bringing a launcher against a bloodfly. He grunted, gesturing to the ramshackle warehouse and the four boars out front.

"Yeah, pretty much. Not a lot of guard activity, so I say we just go in guns blazing."

 

[Swaglord]

"Works for me."

Once the rest of their reinforcements arrived the slow Gamorians guarding the main entrance finally took notice that something might be amiss. Shar took gave a quick nod to Wald and pulled his pistol before launching 2 electrodarts into the neck of each guard. Their bodies flailed and dropped still shaking in the mud as the trope charged in blasters blazing. Shar let the fodder lead the way and then looked back to Wald.

"Shall we"

 

[The Captain]

"I got nothing better to do."

He shrugged, stomping across the street behind the remaining thugs and drawing his MD-12. With the door guards out of the way, the rest of the boars inside were nothing to concern themselves with. Simpletons armed with crude melee weapons and outdated blasters, hardly worth the blaster gas. That wasn't what Wald was worried about, it was the fact that the boars were the only Gamorreans in the entire warehouse. This slaving facility seemed to be oddly devoid of slaves, just empty cages and dangling chains.

"This can't be right..."