Tank
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- Aug 25, 2013
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Cain once again found himself in a backwater sector, on a backwater world. He was sick of cleaning up other’s failures. Sick of being contracted to serve as protection for the scum of the galaxy. He wanted to do something greater. He wanted to partake in glorious battles and epic campaigns once more. But the past ten years had been largely quiet. The closest thing to war Cain had been in lately was a particularly nasty debate between him and the flight control tower over which landing pad Cain would use. Cain sighed and attempted to release the stress he was feeling. It wouldn’t help him in the upcoming mission. It would be simple enough. There were only going to be a few men who needed to be taken out; nothing Cain and his counterpart, Mirdala, couldn’t handle.
Apparently a known drug dealer named Roy was being crossed by a buyer, Neevan, and wanted protection to make sure the deal went according to plan; and if it didn’t, to protect Roy from Neevan and his crew.
What did he expect? Cain thought introspectively. When you pick a dangerous and illegal career like smuggling you’re bound to get into a tiff with someone. Sure people put Mercs in the same class as bounty hunters, smugglers, and the scum of the galaxy. But the truth is, we are perfectly respectable soldiers. We get contracts to fight others battles and we do so. Straight forward and legal. No drug dealing, no murders, Cain didn’t know who he was trying to win over so he stopped his thought process and focused back on the mission.
The hotel the mission would be taking place in was fairly straight forward. The meeting would be taking place in a glass paned conference room. It would provide Mirdala with a clear view and shot into the conference room when the time came for her to intervene. Cain pulled over the landspeeder outside of the hotel. He was sure Mirdala would be able to find a place to enter the hotel stealthily and favorably.
“I’ll have my projector on the whole time so you can see and hear everything that’s going on inside. The execute word is Rancor. You have any questions before I head inside to meet with Roy?” Cain said, he voice distorted through his full Aliit’gam armor. There were no fancy bells and whistles, it was nothing more than armor. He had his shockwave pistol on his hip holster, a Rippergun strapped to his back and his Firestorm repeater in his hands. He hoped by coming to the meeting looking as menacing as possible he would be able to squash any notion of betrayal Neevan may have in mind. Cain knew Neevan was a known swoop gang member and the lack of swoops in front of the hotel told Cain that they had beat their mark to the meeting spot.
Apparently a known drug dealer named Roy was being crossed by a buyer, Neevan, and wanted protection to make sure the deal went according to plan; and if it didn’t, to protect Roy from Neevan and his crew.
What did he expect? Cain thought introspectively. When you pick a dangerous and illegal career like smuggling you’re bound to get into a tiff with someone. Sure people put Mercs in the same class as bounty hunters, smugglers, and the scum of the galaxy. But the truth is, we are perfectly respectable soldiers. We get contracts to fight others battles and we do so. Straight forward and legal. No drug dealing, no murders, Cain didn’t know who he was trying to win over so he stopped his thought process and focused back on the mission.
The hotel the mission would be taking place in was fairly straight forward. The meeting would be taking place in a glass paned conference room. It would provide Mirdala with a clear view and shot into the conference room when the time came for her to intervene. Cain pulled over the landspeeder outside of the hotel. He was sure Mirdala would be able to find a place to enter the hotel stealthily and favorably.
“I’ll have my projector on the whole time so you can see and hear everything that’s going on inside. The execute word is Rancor. You have any questions before I head inside to meet with Roy?” Cain said, he voice distorted through his full Aliit’gam armor. There were no fancy bells and whistles, it was nothing more than armor. He had his shockwave pistol on his hip holster, a Rippergun strapped to his back and his Firestorm repeater in his hands. He hoped by coming to the meeting looking as menacing as possible he would be able to squash any notion of betrayal Neevan may have in mind. Cain knew Neevan was a known swoop gang member and the lack of swoops in front of the hotel told Cain that they had beat their mark to the meeting spot.