The Classic (Closed/Invite)

[Project]

[The A'luudrai' Sector,- Station C-453, NOSIX]

"Allright.Is everyone here?Good.We've got a little Problem... Our activity in this Sector has drawn quite alot of new Smugglers here, which recently formed into a loose-bound of Spacers known as 'Rattleheads' - and that hasn't gone unnoticed by the Republic.We can't need them here, or allow them to even grow their numbers to a threatful size.

The only thing fascinating about them remains how they got that much Spice in a short time, and if we get our hands on that - it'll be a nice financial Boost.Their Ship is nearly unarmed, rather designed to outrun direct Conflict than to participate in it.This whole mission begins to sound like a pure stereotype, so let's cut this briefing and get right to the business."

Similiar to a lightning strike in terms of speed and form, a grey gloved hand waved once over the activated Holo-Map that presentated itself infront of the Man, clothed in dark black and blood-like Red.It had been over half-a-hour since the briefing had taken place, aboard the C-453 NOSIX Supervisory Station, ceased from the Control of nearly unarmed Laborers.In the meantime, the Stations crew prepared themselves, for an upcoming Battle of Territories - between them, and a rival Group.

 

[Niner]

Ser'eph Curoth tightened the straps on his armor, making sure everything was cinched tightly. He checked and then rechecked his weapons, his blades were sharp, his blaster cleaned and fully charged.

The Taung warrior closed his eyes and made a steeple with his pointer and middle finger, pointing up. He bowed his head in mediation, preparing for the fight that would probably lie ahead.

 

[DhehKappa]

Still in his quarters, Nas made sure he had everything he would need. His armor was set, he had his water and food which he always carried around with him, the fusion cutter and the hacking disks. On the back of his belt, rested his vibrodagger, sharpened just a few hours ago. On his right thigh awaited the Widow Maker, his faithful slugthrower. He carried a few extra clips for it; anti-personal rounds, made to pierce armor and then shatter, so that the many fragments would wound and remain within the body. Quite deadly.

He then picked up his balster rifle from his desk; it was charged, ready for anything. He had also taken two thermal detonators and two flash grenades and added them on his belt. You just never know, and he didn't mind being prepared for anything. He breathed in deeply just before putting his mask over his face... and then zoomed the mask up, and as he connected it, he could see after the short blindness. His dreadlocks were pushed sideways towards his face as he got his hood up; it was time to go.

Walking towards his companions, Nas thought of how he longed for some action... and how he was going to get it now.

 

[Project]

Electrical noises... generated by the Holographic Map suddenly disappeared, the light that has been enveloping the Room into a distinct blue suddenly retreated back into the Projector, darkness replacing the color mere moments later.Slow at first, but with moderate speed seconds later - the Figure in black moved towards the metal Door, awaiting it to open - unlocked as it was.A small gap had been opened, but then it appeared to be stuck, yet it was nothing new to the Person infront of it as it finally opened completely moments later.Wearing a strange Suit, the man made his way down the corridor, his Goal unclear for those who watched (but those were noone, as the Walkways were empty, sheer lonely and left alone).

It would take minutes after minutes untill the Smuggler reached his destination.The gate, unlike the one before, opened quickly - and as it did, as fast it closed itself again.The room was infact the Bedroom of Nikolai Voi'un, leader of the Group that resided in the Station and used it as base; but it was no Intruder who entered the room - it was its owner.

Nikolai packed the Helmet that layed on his Bed, and did not hesitate to finally equip it - the Filter however turned off, for obvious reasons.Slowly he looked around and glanced at the two Shelfs bearing various Books; primitive compared to nowadays Technology, but he learned to favor them in a realm where such Luxury was rare, and the waste of Wood or plastic Fibers was indeed easier to read than the dull white Pixels on their blue Background.

He was prepared for the upcoming Fight, as he knew the rival Smugglers would not simply give up their Spice,- mostly due to its rarity.But with a short-lived smile he picked up his Sword, and slung it over his Shoulder - only to proceed in a similiar Manner with the rest of his larger Equipment.Quickly Voi'iun grasped for his Jacket... it was time to alert the others that they had to go.

 

[Niner]

Ser'eph heard Nas approaching. He kept his head bowed for a few seconds longer before standing up to his full height, which as a Taung was slightly taller then most humans.
He nodded at the approaching man, "Suc'uy Nas. Are you ready for what lies ahead of us?"

 

[DhehKappa]

Nas chuckled looking up to the Taung; he was a few inches taller than Nas. "What are you talking about? I'm always ready to kill for profit..." He strapped his rifle to his back, making sure he could keep his hands free until he needed it. He then let out a small sigh. "Though, to be honest, I'm quite excited about this. It has been awhile since I went on some sort of dangerous mission for the sole purpose of credits rather than to save my hide... What about you?" He looked at Ser'aph. "You guys are all about fighting, isn't that right? How are you feeling about this?"

 

[Brasse]

Jun went through his small bag of items in order to make sure that he had everything; he didn't want to get himself into a situation he was unprepared for, and planned accordingly. The result was him carrying a rather large number of items that would probably be useless during this ordeal. He put on his eyepiece, a little gadget he'd bought from a suspicious-yet-friendly human back on Crescent, and adjusted his attire; a thick, dirt coloured robe, gloves made out of some sort of leather, and black boots.

Grabbing his tool bag, he exited his quarters and approached Nastrad and Ser'eph with his usual long, determined steps, although they had grown rather hackneyed; they were a bit twitchy in a stereotype manner. He looked tired, as bags were forming underneath his eyes and his eyes could scarcely focus on anything. The robe covered the beard that had grown to an impressive length due to improper maintenance of hygiene. The reason to his mental exhaustion was his blaster; he'd been constructing it himself from old parts from other handguns. The result was not a great weapon, but constructing it in three days from rusty parts and without proper tools was an impressive feat. Although weak and prone to misfire, it was fairly accurate and light. Another benefit was that it was easy to conceal; Jun hid it in his sleeve, near the wrist, ready to pull it out just by clicking a button on a ring on his right ring finger. This could be done by a simple motion of his thumb on the same hand; a manoeuvre that took less than 0.25 seconds.

 

[Niner]

Ser'eph nodded at Nas's statement, "Yes, the Taung always love a good fight against an honorable opponent. While I may no longer be considered a Taung by my people's standards I am not one to back down from a fight, if it comes to that."

Ser'eph turned to look at Jun as he was approaching, "You look tired 'vod. Here." Ser'eph reached into a belt pouch and pulled out a small stim, "It's a stim shot. It'll wake you up and make you focused, without a crash later. Just don't overuse them or they can destroy your adrenal system"

 

[Brasse]

Jun managed to grab the stim from Ser'eph open palm, nodding at him and grunting "Thanks". He pulled up the sleeve on his right arm, revealing the small blaster and the coil mechanism, ready to push the firearm when needed. He found a patch of skin and injected the needle into a vein, letting the stimulants enter his bloodstream. He shrugged off the barely noticeable pain that accompanied the sting, and emptied the small syringe. He then turned to Nas, the spark of intelligence having partly returned to his eyes due to the quickly noticeable effects of the stim;

"I do prefer smart, efficient and elegant solutions to brute force, and I may not be of the most capable fighter, but rest assured: If anyone attacks us, I'll rip the guts outta the little shit.
He pulled down his sleeve so it covered his pale, slender arm with the coil mechanism attached to it.
Well, I'll let you handle the business of killing people, for the largest part. You look like better fighters than I am, and you've got way better weapons and protection.
Looking at Nas' slugthrower, he raised his eyebrows a tad.

 

[DhehKappa]

Nas rose an eyebrow at the stimulants handed by the Taung to Jun who had just arrived. He met the newcomer with a "Hey", just before watching him inject it. Nas himself had never taken any stimulants, but then again they were something recent and he had never gotten his hands on any. He had never needed them in the past and he did make it thus far without their aid, so he didn't mind it. Upon Jun's speech, Nas couldn't help but chuckle.

"I can respect that; a man who handles his way around trouble using his brain is just as important as a man who handles his way around trouble through battle prowess. I guess we're even at that point..."

He then raised his arms, looking at the protection on them as well on everywhere else, appreciating Jun's compliment to his ways with armor and weapons. "Yeh, I guess I have. Just keep your head cool and we'll cut through this like a knife through butter... and I don't mind it being cold or hot butter, I cut through either with ease. Oh, you noticed it?" Nas hand dived into his slugthrower, and once on his grasp he pulled it out, spinning it on his index before gripping it again pointed to the ceiling, so that it was visible on it's full extent. "A beauty, ain't she? Double barrel for double damage; it'd be useless to make it work on two cycles for faster shooting; the kick back from firing it makes the fire rate improvement useless. But a double shot from this baby... it rips through armor as if the armor was made of silk..." It was noticeable at this point the love Nas had for this weapon, as he spoke of it as though it was it's first born child. He then put it back on its holster, looking at the pair. "I haven't used it in a while, and let me tell ya... I'm itching to find someone stupid enough to be on it's fire line. It's gonna be a bloodbath on the spot."

 

[Niner]

Ser'eph chuckled at Nas's remarks. "You know Nas, you could have picked a better material to use as your example....Silk has more tensile strength then most metals."
He pulled a pair of metal cestus out of a belt pouch and started strapping them on.
"And as for weapons, I prefer blades and my own fists and feet." He cracked his knuckles through the metal, "After all, they never have to be reloaded."

 

[Project]

The leather snapped together, as the black gloved hand grasped the Duster in the Corner - just as the person behind the Mask left the dormant Room in the Space-Station.Quickly, akin to before the door had opened itself in a very magnificent Manner, and just as it did, so it closed again.Nikolai expected the Rattleheads to leave in a few hours, and they had to be swift if they wanted to haul their cargo onto the Blitz.Step by step, he finally made his way down the Corridor into the direction of a Taung, Fondorian and Human.

The steps created an echoing sound, as they haunted throughout the Station.

 

[DhehKappa]

Nas chuckled at the Taung's comment. "Well, sorry if I'm not familiar with silk composition, I never had that kind of luxury." The Taung's cestus looked quite impressive. "Nice, infinite ammo. At the cost of long range, that is." Within a moment, he could hear steps echoing after the sound of doors opening and closing. Looking behind, Nas saw the man in charge stepping towards them. Realizing he was still with his mask on, he wondered if he'd really need to before the mission, and he took it off, revealing his long beard and aged facial features as Nikolai approached. "Well well well, looks like we're about to leave. That cargo ain't gonna steal itself."

 

[Brasse]

As he saw Nikolai walking towards the trio, Jun nodded at him, smiling lightly. "Good day, boss." he said with a barely noticable trace of respect in his voice; the maximum amount he allowed himself to show. Admittedly, he felt nervous. This was his first real job, and it had the potential of getting him captured, or worse. However, he had promised himself not to panic and ruin the mission; feelings could not get in the way of results; this was to be handled in a professional manner. If that involved killing people, it was fine by him, he did not genuinely care for people he didn't know.

 

[Niner]

Ser'eph nodded towards the advancing man, "Nikolai, good to see you joined us. I trust there are no changes to the plan?"

Ser'eph and Nikolai had known each other for a number of years. Additionally, those were years spent in prison so they felt as if they had known each other their entire lives. Ser'eph picked up his helmet from a seat and put it on. It was a martial arts master helmet to match his armor. The t-visor was slighty wider and longer, to give him more visibility. The rest of the helmet fit tighly to his skull.

 

[Project]

Step by step, resilient and mute, he walked past the men that composed of his group - only waving them to follow, yet he spoke up (and even if they would stand where they were, they would have easily heard his Voice emitting through the Helmet).The duster had been strapped to the Legs, the Blade slung in its Sheath on his Shoulder - the Sharpshooter right besides it on a different piece of Leather, but yet the Assault-Rifle was hidden underneath the Duster, akin to their smaller cousins, the Pistols that had saved his life quite often, strapped to the right Thigh (which was however not visible by any chance, yet the Duster was clearly unbuttoned).

"None that I planned, they are not going to have their engines shut off forever though - with other words we got to hurry, our opposition leaves the System more than likely in two hours." - the Voice spoke up as it made its way further down the Corridor, as the Person who gave the words from its vocal cords awaited his Companions to follow.He sounded confident, and just as usual rather convincing that nothing will go wrong - a trait often accompanied by him.

 

[DhehKappa]

As soon as Nikolai strode past him, Nas followed his lead and walked behind him keeping up with his pace. "Two hours, huh? That gives us a comfortable window, if we move quickly." That was Nas for you. Invisioning victory, not bothering to think of defeat. In order to accomplish an objective, in this particular mission the theft of their "opposition's" cargo, Nas would be willing to blow their element of surprise to destroy their engines -- or at least shut them off for a while longer. Then, they would be forced to kill their way in, but if they were successful, Nas didn't care about the crew of the other ship. At the very least, it'd suck to be them.

 

[Brasse]

Jun joined the small group, pacing along next to Nas. The small eyepiece he'd brought with him started to cause him trouble; the monitor, showing the heat signature of things and people of which it looked upon, started to distort the image. He flickered with a small knob, which partly restored the projected image to its former clarity. Glancing at Nas, he could detect the unmistakable shine of malice in his eyes. He pondered on what went through the others' heads.

 

[Niner]

Ser'eph nodded, "Two hours is plenty of time. We will strike hard and fast. No mercy and no quarter. These idiots had their chance, now it's over." That was one of the tenants of Ser'eph's personal honor code, no second chances.

 

[Project]

"Two hours is plenty of time. We will strike hard and fast. No mercy and no quarter. These idiots had their chance, now it's over."

"The crew had made their way towards the Stations hangar, the Destination none other than the experimental ship that slumbered in the Dark Nebula of the A'luudrai-System / Sector..."

The words uttered by his second-in-command were well known to the Smuggler, but in the end - that didn't matter.Followed by most of the Crew, Voi'un had made his way to a Gate far more thoroughly sealed than any other Door in the whole Station... and behind it, stood what an Engineer (or someone with this kind of Knowledge) easily could Identfiy as a decontamination Chamber.