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Location: Eriadu Undercity
Time: Midnight
Participants: @Nefieslab , @Darasuum
Theme: Fatal ⇼ Critical Mass
OOC: Here
The old ware house, the gangsters' not so secret store house had both fallen at Hozan's help with the help of Eddard. Alas he was no longer around to assist him with finishing the agenda. Days had passed and the gang was struggling to deal with the losses. The hybrid sith acolyte had watched and studied them. Eventually he had found their boss's club house.
It was at this club house that the higher echelons of the organized crime resided. The boss was stubborn and did not want to give up. He was like a rabid animal tearing at anything that came close. His own gang was alienated by as the walls were closing in on them. Tonight would be another strike against the gang and Hozan was looking forward to being the one to hit that second to last nail in the coffin.
He had his usual equipment on him but was not wearing his full armor today. Now it would be fine if they used their lightsabers on the gang members. They should have already concluded who they were up against and if the gang had not it was as good as any other time to announce it.
From an empty foot walk way Hozan observed the gangsters inside their club house. There were sixteen gangster around the club house not including the head honcho. They looked to be armed with Vorantikus Blaster Rifles and were wearing a variation of ruffian armor. They had thermal undersuit functions underneath their plates so Hozan kept that in mind for methods of possible elimination.