Seat of Power (Dominion Mission)

[crab]

Bilbousa, Nal Hutta​

The Halo-class freighter zoomed over the mist-cloaked swamps of Nal Hutta, its ugly silhouette barely visible from the ground. It seemed to be in the middle of nowhere before the maligned, sporadic lights of Bilbousa began to cut through the fog.

“Capital’s visible.” a raspy voice sounded over the ship’s comm in Mando’a. “The Bou’Halec, I see it!”

Zal looked up from inspecting his detonators at that. A word he couldn’t pronounce, but grasped what it sounded like and what it meant. Slug central. His first assignment with the Dominion was to help destroy the literal Seat of Power of the Hutts, some of the most powerful crime lords in the galaxy. No pressure. “Glory to Mand’alor!” The comms sounded again, sounding almost in tears. From Zal’s understanding, the Dominion bigwigs had contracted out an old Mandalorian expat from the area. The only requirement seemed to be that they were loyal to the cause and had a ship, but the thing they were traveling on felt more like a museum piece. “I have you close to the tower, you’ll have to jetpack out! Hurry! They’ll become suspicious if we linger too long!”

The freighter’s ramp slowly and loudly creaked open, hitting all those inside with a hot blast of rancid, humid air. Zal quickly sealed on his helmet to save himself from the planet’s smell.

“First dibs on the shower when we get back,” Zal remarked dryly to his comrades, “We ready?”

@Mad Dog @Fyston

 

[Mad Dog]

“Glory to Mand’alor!” The comms had sounded,"Glory to Mand'alor!" Zar replied. His assignment to this mission was no surprise, and he was quite excited at the idea of barbecuing one of those slimy slugs, his face actually displaying a grin. Not that anyone could see it as his helmet had been on the entire flight.

“First dibs on the shower when we get back,” his partner called out.

"We can bathe in slug blood.." Zar said into the comms, as he walked to the end of the ships hanger preparing to launch himself from it,"I'm good to go." he said patting himself down, checking his blades and blasters.

The area of ground he could see from the ship were revolting, swamps made of literal waste.. Gross..

 

[Fyston]

Krom had spent most of the ride maintaining his weapons and ensuring that he would have more than enough ammunition and not speaking unless spoken to. The fact that his helmet remained on hid his crazy looks from the rest of the team. He had been assigned to this mission in order to kill things and that's what he was here to do.

When the rear hatch opened and the shuttle slowed to allow them to safely exit, Krom followed his comrades as they exited the craft. He had three thermal explosives in addition to his two B-8R pistols and his R-8R rifle, as even the muck on Nal Hutta couldn't stop the weapon from firing. He also had a few explosive charges for a just in case scenario and his MMMM armor still bore the smell of Krom's last kills.

Krom took point as they began moving towards the objective, though did make it a point to speak to his comrades. "Slug blood is unnecessary. I will burn them to a crisp. Grilled Hutt is slightly more palatable than live Hutt but the stench is 10 times worse. So long as I get to kill stuff and char the hutts, you'll have no complaints from me."

 

[crab]

Trudging through the swampy mire with the other two commandos, Zal readied his CZ launcher for any Hutt Cartel goons that may have been waiting in the wings. They seemed to be in a strange courtyard, as the swamp was surrounded on all sides by lit-up spires. The architectural stylings of the Hutts were beyond him. Before them was the base of the Bou’Halec, strangely devoid of any security.

The trio reached a slightly raised durasteel platform connected to the main structure, finally out of the swamp. A drab-looking door stood off to the side of their position. Other than that, he hadn’t immediately noticed any other points of entry.

“Might be a maintenance entrance. Either of you see any other options?” He slowly scanned their surroundings. “It’s a bit too quiet out here for my taste, boys. You think we’d be waist deep in pigs right about now.”

 

[Mad Dog]

"Give it time." Zar said also scanning the surrounding area, not seeing much,"Try the door." He said.

Zar stacked up on the right side of the door, his blaster in his hands prepared to level any slug, or those loyal to the slugs. He'd never met a Hutt up close, but wasn't keen on the idea either, they were despicable creatures and the Dominion having given him the go ahead to annihilate some of them made him more than happy.

 

[Fyston]

As his comrades worried about where their potential enemies were, Krom couldn't help but agree. He agreed to such a mission so that he could stand on top of a pile of bodies, shoot at a pile of incoming enemies with one hand and burn some slugs with his other hand. Of course nothing goes according to plan, thought the Mandalorian as he was forced to imagine himself earning not one kill for the duration of this mission. Rather than gloriously fighting off hordes of enemies and standing on hundreds of dead combatants, Krom's mental image was now one of being in a huge empty room with a sad look on his face.

The group made its way to what appeared to be a service entrance and, while Krom had plenty of ideas, none of them were quiet. We could make a new door, we could steal a fighter and level the entire palace, we could find the fuel lines that lead into the palace and set fire to them so that they burn the place to the ground, or we could invade and order an orbital strike. Oh the places I'd go if I had access to orbital strikes.

Krom snapped himself out of his reverie and noticed that Zar had stacked up against the door, clearly ready to breach. Without waiting for his other comrade, Krom knocked politely on the door. While they had to wait a few seconds, the door opened slowly.

As soon as the door opened, Krom forced himself inside and found himself closer to a Gamorrean than he would like. At least he can't use that axe, thought Krom as he headbutted the boar. The headbutt produced a sickly crack, and probably a skull fracture, and resulted in the Gamorrean being dazed. Continuing his attack, Krom grabbed his opponent and executed a shoulder throw, throwing the Gamorrean to the deck. Before his foe could react, Krom had unsheathed his vibroblade and was in the process of stabbing it into the boar's throat when said boar became wide eyed with realization. He attempted to struggle, though Krom's blade still entered the Gammorean's neck and, as it was angled towards the boar's skull, severed the spinal cord from the brain stem, ending the Gamorrean's life with a gurgle.

Kneeling down, Krom began looking in the wound as if he were a student in a cadaver lab rather than a practiced murderer. While alternating between messing with the Gamorrean's wound and keeping watch down the hallway he had entered, Krom called out softly to his allies if they remained outside. "Come on in, guys, the water's great!"