Ask Tatooine Raiders...

[Rafe]

The count of three-hundred? Rsfe thought, this guy wanted five minutes.. Rafe agreed, he supposed it was this guy's turn to do some of the work..

A mental countdown timer was set.. sort of.. Rafe's impatience would get the better of him, and only end up allowing about three of the requested minutes pass before he started creeping into action. The moon was not enough to illuminate Rafe's darkness, once again utilizing the blackness of his armour to approach undetected, this camp had a fire in the middle, three individuals of varying size were tied to posts nearby, Rafe didn't care.. he leapt into the air and pounced on a Tusken who'd just exited a tent..

Crashing into the Tusken with all fours he rode the savage to the ground, his sharp teeth already embedded in its neck before they hit the ground, without opening his mouth Rafe tore what he'd bitten into away from the rest of the body, resulting in a thick jet of red streaming from the slain creature's neck, splattering over the tent it had walked out of.

As Rafe stood back up another Tusken stuck its head out of the tent, Rafe wrapped his hand around its neck, his jagged claws digging in as he did so. Rafe could smell the blood.. His frenzy had caused him to miss that the creature he was choking had yelled out in its traditional RaRuuuuRaaaa blah blah language. Undoubtedly they knew they were here..

Three more rushed out of a tent across from Rafe, he was faster and drew his heavy blaster pistol filling the air with the loudness of blaster fire, shattering the silence of night, but carving chunks out of the Tusken across the way..

@Wayrider @James Steel

 

[Sahren]

As they finally reached the last encampment, Jules seemed eager to make the first move. The guy wanted a whole 300 seconds on the clock to make his own moves. The mercenary didn't see an issue with this, considering they would go in guns blazing otherwise. Might as well give the new guy a shot to show off his skills... Not that Sahren or Rafe were the ones he needed to impress. "Alright, show us what you can do..." The zabrak would give a beckoning gesture towards the encampment.

It appeared that the morellian decided to approach the camp silently, killing with a vibroblade no doubt. While this wasn't Armory's style, he admitted it could be tactically advantageous. As that was going on however, Rafe leaped into action, more than likely tired of waiting. Figuring that they were in for another intense fight, Sahren would dart back into the sky with his jetpack.

With the rotary blaster back online, he would begin releasing another blue volley of blaster bolts towards the tuskens. This time, he would make an effort to take out their mounts, preventing possibilities of escape. "Looks like the five minutes are up." He would snicker a bit at that.

Among the many sand people their, a couple of them would actually manage to get a couple shots off against the living armory. Slugs would slam against the mercenary's chest plate, but simply bounce off. The plasteel was far to durable and protective.

 

[Julius Arvo]

Obviously neither one of his companions could count," probably ran out of fingers and toes!" Jules thought to himself. "Oh well, might as well get at it." He said to himself. Jules then headed into the camp shooting those who had weapons, those who were unarmed he allowed to escape into the desert.

Since stealth no longer mattered he flipped his right hand peacemaker onto stun. The heavy stunning effect would leave them unconscious for an hour or so. He began stunning the Raiders who had their backs to him only using his left hand pistol to kill the armed opponents who were both armed and looking at him. "After all ," he thought, "it is only sporting ."

 

[Rafe]

Rafe caught one by the arm as it attempted to flee, his right claw around its wrist, and after holstering his pistol, his left claw like razors cut into the flesh of its shoulder, a hard yank and it came free, Rafe then proceeded to bludgeon the creature to death, using its own severed arm. When it stopped moving Rafe used the arm as a projectile and hurled it at another one, catching it in the jaw, it was only stunned for a quick second, but long enough for Rafe to close the gap and bury his right claw into its jugular, wrapping around its windpipe and pulling it out.

Rafe was drunk with the bloodlust, until a Gaderffii Stick caught him in the shoulder, his attention now turned on the apparent bravest of the tribe, the tallest of them was only two meters tall, still more than meter shorter than Rafe. Rafe caught the Tusken and wrapped both Claws around its head squeezing and squeezing much to the throaty protests of his victim until a sickening pop rang out, the savages' skull crushed between Rafe's hands.

The camp was absolute chaos, and several were running into the blackness of the desert beyond the camp's borders, out of sight. It seemed Rafe's call for only two and a half survivors was not going to stand. That was acceptable, this was their third village of the night, and the trio had become lightly fatigued, so some sloppiness was to be expected.

Rafe's hands were empty, raising them in two separate directions he activated both of his wrist mounted hard points. His left wrist spewing out vicious white hot fire from his flamethrower, and his right wrist activating the repulsor embedded within his vambraces. Most smaller beings would be hard pressed to hold steady under a one hand firing of the repulsors, but Rafe's size and thick muscular frame was enough to hold himself still. The repulsor flipped a hut and pushed it, slamming the Tusken hiding within all around the area, Rafe then spun his left wrist around, bathing the area in sticky fire.. the camp could surely been seen for miles now.

 

[Sahren]

Sahren continued firing as many of the tusken raiders began retreating into the night. It was a pity, they left more than a few survivors. Even still, they had completed the job many times over by now, the pykes got what they wanted and the tuskens got what was coming to them. It seemed like a win win, but their fight was still on going.

The hovering mercenary would look down towards the pair that shot at him and extend his left wrist in their directing. The device on his wrist would fire a small metal projectile their directing. A wrist rocket. The projectile quietly impacted the ground at first, but after a second passed it would result in a fiery explosion . The Pair of tuskens were long dead after that...

Subsequently, he would look up to see very few opponents left alive. The vast majority had fled, and the ones that were left he would raise his rotary blaster toward. A final volley of bolts would rain out from his blaster, knocking down all that remained. The camp was clear, and the sands were covered in blood.

"I think we got em', the survivors will send a good message."

 

[Julius Arvo]

Jules found an injured Tuscan Raider who appeared likely to survive its wounds. Grabbing it by its collar. Jules lifted it close enough that he could smell its stench and said, "Leave Pyke Property Alone!!!" Having delivered the Pyke message a second time this night, he released the Tuscan letting it fall to the ground.

Turning he walked out of what was left of the burning and smoking camp. By his estimation about a third of the inhabitants would survive. More than likely these survivors would join the survivors if any from the other camps. And the Pyke message would race across the dune sea.

"Hey boss," he heard over his just turned on com link. "We found two casks of Spice and are in route to your location." Walking to where Armory stood he told him about the found spice and would wait until the freshly blood coated Rafe joined them.

 

[Rafe]

Rafe had settled a bit, many were dead and almost all others were gone, he watched as @Sahren executed a couple of the remainders, and as @Julius Arvo threatened one of them. They'd don't speak our tongue.. Rafe said, they wouldn't understand anything any of the three said to them, but.. as Rafe pulled out a small knife from its sheath, they would understand the Syndicates symbol... Rafe set out carving the Pyke Syndicate's symbol onto the torsos of several of the bodies, something he should of done at the last camp.

Rafe had already called for his crew, and his ship, The Kennel, would arrive shortly thereafter. Rafe stood up after finishing up his bloody art project and gazed out upon the chaos the trio had created, We did well gents.. I say we're done for now. . Rafe said, making his way go his ship, if @Sahren planned on a ride home Rafe would wait for him, otherwise he would enter his ship and make his way off this forsaken planet..

[EXIT THREAD]

 

[Sahren]

All things considered, the job went smoothly, plain and simple. The mercenary's blaster stopped firing as the sands settled, and he would once again sling it over his shoulder. He would watch on as Rafe carved their symbol into the native's chest, and Julius called in about a successful operation. Sahren would stretch a bit, all that flying had made the back of his neck a little sore. Unlike his partners, he really lacked anything to report, so is the life of the muscle.

Since his ship was parked some distance away, hitching a ride with @Rafe was a must. The mercenary would simply follow his fellow syndicate man into the kennel as it arrived, wondering what job would await them next. "In time, we'll make the syndicate strong again."

[EXIT THREAD]

 

[Julius Arvo]

When his ship arrived Jules went up the boarding ramp then came back down and dropped two large water bladders on the ground. "After all," he thought to himself "it wouldn't do to kill all their customers."

He had the coordinates for the syndicate corvette. He figured he would drop off the Spice and see if there was anything else on the board that might be interesting.

[Exit thread]