The Hutt Partnership

[Ben]

Gordola's on-loan ship touched down near Nor'baals considerably more impressive vessel, and he could not stop his pride from feeling hurt as he saw the pitiful cloud of dust his own ship spat into the air. Soon, as per the terms of their deal, Gordola would have his own ship, far more majestic than the freighter that he borrowed from a friend on Nar Shaddaa; but for now, a mine needed taking.

Gordola's assault squad stood behind him, all armed with a variety of weaponry, all from military backgrounds and split into squads depending on their specialties: snipers, ordnance, shock troops. They were a formidable, if not ragtag, ground of guns, and they were ready for Nor'baal to give Gordola the go-ahead.

 

[ShadowWalker]

Destro landed Wolf Fang next to Nor'baal's own ship. He suited up with his own armor, and Blake did the same. He chuckled to himself as he thought about the Sith that was going to be watching their backs. Heheheh, like he trusted her. No way was she getting off his radar, and he enjoyed seeing her squirm. Blake grabbed a shotgun, two pistols, and a grenade launcher just in case. With his mammoth girth and strength, looking like a human wampa, it fit him just fine. Destro just grabbed an Assault Carbine, his twin pistols, extra mags, and a couple grenades. As a second thought, he grabbed some remote detonators along with some explosives, chuckling again as he thought of all he could do with it. He walked outside to find John already waiting, shaking his head at the groups of troopers all dressed up for their "party". He was armed to the teeth. His rifle, pistol, grenades, bandoleer of magazines, and that huge friggin combat knife he just got. In his Katarn Class armor, Destro remembered why he'd kept that mercenary around, along with the fact that he kind of liked him. He could tell that the trooper quite visibly seethed rage at the Sith there. He'd heard about what happened to his home, and he shared the trooper's anger, but for now, they would have to play "nice". That didn't mean they wouldn't piss the Sith off, but they couldn't kill her. Yet. Destro placed a hand on the Commando's armor.

"You ready?"

"Have been, let's do this,"

He clicked the safety off and rose, popping his knuckles and neck. It was time to kick some ass.