The Classic (Closed/Invite)

[Niner]

Ser'eph sighed, the decontamination chamber was his least favorite part of the station, the chemicals used to decontaminate always needed to be scrubbed off any weapon later lest it rust the metal.

"So, do we know exactly how much spice these di'kut's have? Or do we know how many of them there are?" Ser'eph rechecked all the fastenings on his armor as he walked, one must always be sure that everything was in working order before a mission.

 

[Brasse]

As Jun approached the gate, he listened to Ser'eph's questions and decided to let Voi'un answer them; he did have a lot of information regarding the details of the mission. Nevertheless, he imagined the quantity of the spice to be large as they would actually bother to snatch it. He did not know Voi'un that well, but he imagined him to be a man who did not waste time or resources on missions with little gain. Then again, he could only hope; as far as the Fondorian knew, the whole crew could be bloodthirsty, although admittedly stoic, psychopaths. Mentally labelling the thought as silly, Jun looked at the members of the small group. No, these were reliable people, at least if you didn't get in their way.

 

[Project]

"They are not more than about 12 Men, most of them are unexperienced Rookies however... and the Wares, well two Tons of refined Spice sounds atleast good to me." The gate had opened as he spoke, and Nikolai then made his way as the first into the Decontamination Chamber, only to await the others to follow, and once the opposite Gate would open - they would only be greeted by lights marking the edges of the Pathway towards the Ship, hidden in the Darkness of A'luudrai.

 

[DhehKappa]

Nas sighed. At least with his mask the chemicals from the Decontamination room, whichever they were, wouldn't be breathed in. He would still have to clean his armor and weapons later though; something about these chemicals left Nas uncomfortable if left on for too long. Walking out, listening to Seraph's and Nikolai's words, Nas was not thrilled or unhappy with this. "Well, that's alot of spice for a couple dozen rookies to be guarding... This will either be a big ass surprise or well kill them too easily."

 

[Brasse]

Jun turned to Nas, giving him a concerned look. I do follow your train of though, and I reckon that we should proceed with caution. Although we may be puissant enough to strike them all down, they may have installed a trap mechanism of some kind. I might be paranoid, yet we cannot lose such an important shipment, nor anyone in our group.

Looking away from the armour clad man, Jun gazed upon the dark corridor. In its direction lay their ship, ready to attack anyone with wrath well worthy a machine of its calibre. Its armaments consisted of four massive laser cannons, more than enough to tear the enemy vessel to shreds. Realizing its potential as a good weapon's platform, he'd been pondering on how to protect it better, but most of the plans were disregarded; he did not have the abundance of spare parts and money that he was used to work with.

 

[Niner]

Ser'eph grunted, "Well, this should be rather easy. Most of those guys have probably never even been in a fight, they'll probably be used to intimidating woman by waving a blaster around."

Ser'eph looked at the ship they would be on, he wasn't one for space combat. It made him feel helpless.

 

[Project]

Sealed off.
Those were the words, that would easily describe their current - yet not permanent situation.The function of the Chamber soon started to work, and cleansed any Bacterial infection of the external Armor or Clothing that everybody wore.As a matter of fact, it took not more than about a minute, but in their current Timeframe, even this small interruption could prove fatal in the End with time, being Idle as it is.Nikolai was assured that this would be an easy run, as was everyone else in the Group - but if it really was, would then again only be proven in the Events ahead.

So then, the gate leading to the Void had opened... and the Air surrounding them was only held inside a specific space in order to allow them to proceed towards the ship, and step by step the Group-Leader began to make his way over the Durasteel Pathway.

 

[Brasse]

Jun followed the group leader, pacing just a decimetres to his right. To his delight the eyepiece had stopped causing trouble and obscuring his vision, instead presenting a crystal clear, infra-red image of his surroundings. After listening to Ser'eph, he nodded quietly, hoping that nothing unexpected would appear during the mission. "Oh well." he thought to himself, shrugging gently. The Taung was probably right; he seemed experienced enough, probably having struck down dozens of rivals in his career, while Jun did not know a lot about what went on inside the minds of petty criminals such as the gentlemen in possession of the precious spice.

 

[DhehKappa]

Nas smiled at Jun's words. "You're overthinking it, Jun. But rest assured... I didn't make it to this age by lurking in the shadow or running from my problems; I have my fair share of combat experience. Whoever these kids are... they'll just be a minor speed bump." Nas spoke with confidence, and perhaps a with little bit of arrogance, in his voice. He walked towards the ship; was this a younger Nas, the prospect of flying a ship would be somewhat a trhill, nothing like blowing someone into Oblivion in the middle of a dogfight in the emptiness of space. But now, with the years taking their toll on Nas, and with the general lack of practice while on hiding, space combat was no longer one of his specialties. Fortunately he could still trust his body and gear to do the job.

Killers, thinkers, strategists... Who the hell would dare facing this team?

 

[Maje]

Maje rolled his shoulders as he cast his gaze over the motley crew that had gathered for their little expedition. It wasn't his first time involving himself with a group that was looking to rub out the competition, but it was the first time he was directly connected to them in a chain of command, and although it was something he preferred not to do, everyone here seemed to have a similar grasp on the world as he did.

No over sized slugs telling everyone to get them more exotic slave girls, or credits to buy them ship loads of fatty foods. This was simply a matter of survival. He drummed his fingers lightly across the side of his pistol, his heavy armor somewhat hidden beneath the thick leather over coat he wore. It gave him the appearance of having an overly large build. Being in such a group, his stealth armor would have been greatly under used, so instead, he came armed and loaded, which seemed to be the theme amongst his colleagues.

 

[Jiang Winters]

Jinhai was late. Again! The young Kasa Horansi muttered obscenities under his breath as he struggled with his helmet and simultaneously dashed towards the meeting point. Halfway there, he managed to get it in and seal it, the neck seal emitting an angry hiss as it clamped down on itself. The breath filters on the helmet kicked in and the next breath he took consisted entirely of heavily filtered air. It wasn't bad, it just felt unnaturally clean.

In his MK XII armor -painted a flat tan with a single blue stripe running vertically down the right shoulder plate-, he was completely covered from head to toe. Even his tail was hidden, for it was wrapped around his waist inside the base bodysuit. For all intents and purposes, he was indistinguishable from a human... That is, if it weren't for the slightly elongated mouthpiece to accommodate his feline muzzle and the moderately pronounced ridges on the back of his helmet to accommodate his ears.

He double-checked the pouches of ammo circling his waist and made sure he had enough blaster packs. He had 8 for his rifle and another 4 for his pistol; a total of 320 shots for his rifle and 40 shots for his pistol, not counting the ammo already in each weapon. Jin made sure his rifle was securely attached to the back of his armor and jiggled his pistol around in its thigh holster on his left leg. Everything was good.

The feline reached the decontamination chamber a good minute after the rest of the crew. By the time it fully cycled and let him go, they were a good distance from him. "Awww, not this again," he muttered. He couldn't count how many times he had been this late back on his homeworld of Mutanda. It seemed that whenever he and his brothers went somewhere, he was always last in the line.

Jinhai broke into a sprint and closed the gap between himself and his comrades. A good few seconds passed as he ran, but he was able to catch up and soon came skidding to a halt just behind the group. "Did I miss anything?" Jin piped up as he fell into step with his comrades.

 

[Niner]

Ser'eph glanced back at Jinhai, "Well you missed the entire briefing 'vod....but all you need to know is that you should shoot everyone on that ship that isn't one of us."

He glared at Jinhai sternly then broke it what could....maybe...be considered a smile and laugh. Though with the strangeness of Taung physiology it might be hard to tell for some people...."I'm jesting. It is good to have you along...."
He looked around at the cadre of hardened men, "So....seven of us against a shipload of enemies....maybe four of us should stay behind to even the odds a bit...haha"

 

[D.C.]

With his black eyes the Nautolan looked at the pistol he held in his right hand. He decided to bring his two blasters for this mission as well as a combat knife. He carried a backpack which contained some medpacks and extra ammo, just in case. His 'other' weapon was in the pack as well, but that was for emergencies. He was Caleb Kansi, one of Nikolai Voi'un's men. He remembered how they met some time ago in a cantina on Nar Shaddaa.

Caleb, who wore a black longcoat, stood on the walkway and saw the others walking towards him. Because he was required elsewhere he could not go to the briefing. However, the stuff he was doing was finished sooner than expected and so he figured he could as well go on ahead and wait for the others on the walkway.

"Need an extra gun!?" He called to them as he held the blaster up.

 

[DhehKappa]

Well, well well! The group had just grown a little again, did it not? From four elements they were now seven. "Everyone here knows how to shoot, right? You aim at the opposition, and shoot. Leave no witnesses. Show no mercy. Easy." The old man spoke up to the newcommers, who just seemingly popped up now that they reached the ship. His voice showed the experience of years, and his tone the arrogance that came along with it. Walking onto the ship, he gave some thought about their numbers. Too many people could draw too much attention if they walked in a large group, though if they split up, two groups raiding the ship would provide them with an excellent working method; Nas wondered when the time to suggest this would be better.

 

[Brasse]

As the new group members joined the group, Jun observed them and their gear closely. Not yet fully accustomed to his fellow mates, he made sure that he would recognize each one of them, even in a heated situation; since these chaps were probably rather unforgiving and excessively violent towards the causes of their comrades' demises, especially if the bane in question was one of their own and thus, in their eyes, a traitor. Better safe than very, very sorry, he reasoned.