Log:BHG: Fire for Effect
Reinforcements arrive at a farm fire fight
OOC Date: January 19, 2021
Location: Corellia
Participants: Boba Fett, Tara Sur, Karys, Dhr'rall, Hadrix Kora, Ishnahk, Roth Kora, Eirik, Jarret Sur, Sumi Kora, Bounty Hunters' Guild
It is night time, and out here away from the hustle of Coronet, one might forget it's Corellia altogether. The chirping of insects fills the night air, the sound heavy like the humidity of a fresh rain. Even the clouds part, showing a night sky filled with stars and ambient light. What doesn't fit into this peaceful setting is the angry sound of distant gunfire. Bright flashes of red and green dot the air around a well-lit farm house, and the angry shouting of men and women, and even alien, could be heard, at times, over that chaos.
Our team is in the back of a troop shuttle, both small and agile, a hired pilot keeps the vessel low to the terrain and moving fast. Both sliding doors on each side of the vessel are open, allowing the rush of heavy night air to fill the interior of the craft and make it hard to hear without audio, or noise suppressing helmets.
The shuttle passes over a sea of crop, then transitions to beds of fleek eel trenches; the impulse engines give off such propulsion that the moisture below evaporates and manifests as a mist in their wake, and the ramrocket engines are loud despite the stealthy approach.
Everyone has been briefed on their mission:
TWO friendly hunters had tracked down an arms dealer, their meet, and the farm they use to divvy out weapons to planetary crime syndicates. The hunters were found before they could take down their targets, but now the situation has escalated to a full on skirmish.
Some twenty (20) gangsters hold a position outside the farmhouse behind various points of cover, with more people inside the barn (including a person of interest). The 20 gangsters outside are actively trying to smoke out the hunters, who up until this point, have managed to evade capture and death themselves AND prevented the people in the barn from leaving. These hunters have no hope of success without help.
That's why Sumi has gathered a rapid reaction team to bring aid to the hunters, and help drag this scum into CorSec. Sumi is standing at the center of the shuttle holding onto cargo rigging along the ceiling and making use of a safety tether to keep her from falling out one of the doors. Sumi was marked to provide overwatch from the vessel that was going to circle above. MEANWHILE, the reinforcements would unload and engage hostiles around the farmhouse and barn, help the hunters, and hopefully aid in the capture of a wanted crime lord.
Sumi gives the signal to those inside to prepare by flicking the light on her shoulder on and off. TIME TO PREP WEAPONS AND GET READY TO OFFLOAD. She holds up two fingers, meaning they had 2 minutes before the shuttle arrived at the area of operations.
<<"Comm check,">> Sumi calls, her voice distinct and raspy, like someone who was accustomed to yelling. A lot.
<<"Reading you loud and clear, vod.">> Tara grins inside her helmet, flicking her HUD over to flight mode and running a few systems checks in case it was gonna be a hot drop. Carbine locked and loaded, fire selector on stun, all armor systems checked out.
Even as they come in quick to the hot zone, Karys is fitting a new power cell into her pistol. The soft click of it lost in the rising whine of the ship itself. The reflective visor of her helmet catches the signaled 'two' fingers from Sumi before she upnods. <<"Hear you loud and clear, Alor. Comms green here.">>
Karys slides the pistol away and is adjusting the HUD readings as well as the rest of her gear. <<"Karys deploying short of drop zone to glide in for an aerial assault. See you all on the ground."> She steps up towards that ramp, drawing her pistol once more as she rests at the edge and waits until she can feel the ship start to descend.
She pushes off, the gliders sliding out into place with a soft shink sound as she dives out into the open air, quickly adjusting for the drag from the passing ship that now descends and leaves her to glide in overhead, silent and ready to begin picking off targets.
There was some minor grumbling from the Togorian of the group. He was a bit folded up for the moment on digigrade legs near the door of the troop shuttle. Massive claw-fingered hands flex now and again as they get closer to their landing zone. Once the two minute warning was given, Dhr'rall reaches up and back and pulls over his D-49. Alive was requested, alive it shall be.
He sniffs the air once and closes his eyes a moment. One paw comes up to grip tight above the door so he can lean out. Glowing jades sping open and focus on the farmhouse. <<"Comm loud and clear. Dhr'rall spots twenty, beating tall grass for Hunters. Look loud, Hunters in good cover. Dhr'rall does not see Hunters yet.">>
Called on to reinforce, only too pleased to oblige - Hadrix rests in the troop shuttle, helmet off and cigarra jammed in the corner of his mouth, cut and smoked down to a point that he can fit it in his bucket when the time comes. Offering around a small pouch humidor for those who would partake, the Massive Mandalorian looks from face to face and then to the side doors while letting his mind go on walkabout.
At least until the signal light flicks and he is set to jam his helmet down, seals hissing and smoke blowing out through their vents.
<<"Comm check - copy. Hadrix">> as if Sumi needed a name with the glass and gravel voice grumbling over comms as he draws an antiquatedly designed slug pistol, checks the comically oversized side-by-side drum mags and then pulls the slide to chamber the first round.
<<"I'll be hot dropping with Karys. Take point and draw attention for long-arms to position and support.">> looming to his feet and making for the door, <<"See you on the ground, chief.">> cultured Coruscanti lilt clashing with the battlefield tarnished voice before he leaps clear of the ship to let his jets pick up and carry him on.
<<"I hear ya.>>" Ishnahk responds to the voice speaking over the comms. He readies the rifle slung over his shoulder; pulling it up and checking the charge to be sure it's ready for action. He peers out of the transport's open doors into the night and shifts his feet. He's eager to get this show on the road.
Emerging from the deeper sections of the shuttle that Sumi is in, Boba Fett (publicly known as Gor Bullet, BHG Guildmaster) is armored in a similar fashion to that of Sumi herself. His helmeted stare looks from her, to the area outside the shuttle. "This could get messy." He says grimly through the vocalizer of his helmet, holding a large rifle close to his armored chest.
"They'll fight dirty, it's commonly taught to do so on this planet." He's not fond of Corellians.
Roth's not a Bounty Hunter but there's a good number of Kora's here so it's not really surprising that the Alabastrine Mandalorian is here amongst people. The tall woman gives a look over towards where some of her fellow clanmates have landed and there's a soft nod. Then she realizes she'll have to talk a bit. <<Roth is all set.>> she states in hr normal quiet tone over the comms. Then she's settling back to see where she'll need to be aimed.
Eirik gives his gear a last once over. When he's satisfied with everything he nods. <<"Coming in loud and clear.">> He responds as he makes ready to exit the transport.
<<"Good copy on all,">> Sumi tags on. She rocks idly from the shift of the shuttle and hangs on from above, making good use of the netting. When Karys and Hadrix both made way to drop early, Sumi informed the pilot so they didn't make any sudden, unplanned movements with the shuttle that might clip the pair.
When Boba Fett arrived beside Sumi, the helmeted female regarded 'Gor Bullet' by nodding her head. <"I'm counting on it, sir. They have a small arsenal of illegal weaponry down there, and plenty of hands to use it. It's gonna be a good rekking gun fight. Hahaha!"> The ship rocks again and Sumi flashes her light once more. Time to offload!
The shuttle slows to a steady hover, the engine output vents shifting from the ramrocket style to VTOL, and blue flames flare where the vents have cycled open, kicking up steam, dirt, and dust. Where have they landed? The front of the farm house and on the OPPOSITE SIDE of where the bad guys CURRENTLY search a large back field of tall grass (waist height) searching for these wayward hunters giving them such a hard time. THAT MEANS WE ARRIVE WITHOUT SHOTS BEING FIRED AT US.
To disembark, it's a simple step out of the vessel, onto a skid, then onto the ground. No hero landings here!
DIRECTLY AHEAD, the farmhouse looms, its lights on, windows surprisingly open with no movement inside. THE ACTION SOUNDS LIKE it's coming from behind the house.
FOR HADRIX AND KARYS: From above, the situation is much like Dhr'rall explained. Some twenty (20) gun men search a large field of waist height tall grass looking for a pair of hunters. The hunters aren't in sight yet, but that's not stopping the gangsters from firing all over the damned place.
Hopping out of the Shuttle on landing, Tara straightens a bit, eyes flicking in the familiar commands... And her HUD flashes up an error code. That gorram igniter again. Smacking one armored fist against the jetpack, she grumblesbefore bringing her carbine up to the ready and advancing in the direction of the blasterfire
Like a silent shadow, Karys does not engage her pack but rather allows the burden of her suspension to settle solely on the gliders that she uses. Hearing the information passed on through the commsyst in her helmet, she remains quiet, her eyes searching for those on the ground that they have come to aid. The targets have clearly marked themselves and she extends the pistol as she gets near enough to be in range. The first shot is off when she banks too quickly and evening out she squeezes off the next shot.
The lancing blaster bolt slams into her target's back and without so much as a thought to check and see if the gangster is going to remain down she urges her gun to the left a little and hits the one next to him, right in the back of the head as the two now slump in a heap nearly atop each other.
<<"Confirmed. Two down. No eyes on our allies yet.">>
The Guildmaster leaving the depths of the shuttle gives Dhr'rall pause after a doubletake. An irriational fear he failed to fill out a form somewhere along the mind flitted across his mind. Dhr'rall turns himself to the task at hand however, if he's fighting, he can't be chased down with a datapad, right? That armor though... VTOL mode engages interrupting Dhr'rall's thoughts. As soon as the ship stops moving and hovers, Dhr'rall unfolds his long legs to step off. He doesn't need the skid. With the potential to strike other hunters, and possibly kill their prey, Dhr'rall has opted to stick with the Stun-Net. No warning, no audible snarl, though his jaws do part to display his fangs. Dhr'rall adjusts his aim and fingers the firing stud. One Gangster to be interrogated later, sleeping in the grass.
Jets pushing him above the terrain and easily alongside the gliding Karys, Hadrix watches the forms moving in the tall grass, making note of those that Karys downs as he brings himself into a hard bank to align his pistol shot,
<<"Copy.">> the muzzle belches flame and one of the searches is spun by the slug exploding through their shoulder - pirouetting to the ground, <<"They're disbursed, be advised.">> the second shot taking meat out of another's side but leaving him still capable and leaving the Big Man muttering himself,
<<"One down, one injured.">>
Ishnahk drops from the shuttle along with the others, clawed feet digging into the ground as he finds traction. As soon as he's got his footing, he heads straight for the side of the house. He raises his rifle and finds a target. A soft hiss as he inhales. He pulls the trigger and a red beam erupts from the e-11's barrel. One of the gangsters goes down. The Trandoshan turns to find another target. He aims, but the shot doesn't find it's mark. With a curse, he readies himself for what comes next.
Boba looks away from Sumi's excited reaction to the situation ahead for them, there is a 'Huh' of amusement at her reaction, but it's so soft his helmet's vocalizer doesn't even pick it up. Soon they're off and he's stepping out of the shuttle with his rifle in hands. The fighting is breaking out within moments after that, and from his side, Boba grabs, and arms, a grenade from his hip. His left hand comes up and lobs the grenade out in to the crowd of enemies ahead of them. Moving forward without hesitation, his rifle is raised up there-after, drawing aim on any tasty targets...
Roth's quietness comes to a halt once others start attacking. The Arkanian lets out a shriek as she gets ready to kick off with her jet pack and swords are drawn. Time for the good ol' Roth Kora slice n' dice technique. If it was even a technique really? The Beskad flashes out, but misses it's intended target that the woman has set her sights on. The vibrosword doesn't miss either strike though and she lands with ease as the body drops at her feet with a thud. "Reminder to self, do not go through any windows." she mutters to herself.
Eirik runs quickly finding cover. He lines up his shots and pulls the trigger. His shots both hitting their mark taking out one of the Gangsters.
Last one off the shuttle, Jarret's armor gleams challenge in the dying light - at least, what can be seen beneath the drape of kimogila-skin that serves as a cloak. He moves deliberately, walking with the majority of the group, and the compact riot gun in his arms spits a lance of red death across the landscape at one of those who are still dumb enough not to be hunkering down. These aruetiise, without proper armor yet still arrogant enough to fire without taking cover! The alor's punishment for such self-importance comes in a hole burned straight through a man's thigh, leaving him crumpling to the ground with a thin plume of smoke drifting from his ruined limb. Take that, inferior beings.
The fire fight erupts from above AND down below. The confusion of what is happening is made obvious by the shrieks of pain from connecting fire and shots from all around. Where the hell did all these people come from?! To make matters worse, a grenade goes off near a small grouping, the explosion punctuating the sudden shift in manpower while glooping the poor sods in place with a stun paste that made them incapable of moving beyond cursing and screaming from the strain and small shocks!
The surprise attack is met with what you might expect from criminal scum poorly trained in the art of warfare. Feral shots go everywhere, hissing and whizzing by, some spark off the house, others go into the distant night, while the others pock up the dirt in thick clods and spray the area with dust, dirt, debris, and disappointment.
The ship everyone disembarked from has gone into the air now, staying at a daring hover and the sharpshooter inside is Sumi. She barely has time to get her rifle in place before a shot sparks from above and makes her flinch. <"YOU MISSED! Hahaha!"> She screamed back, taking aim this time to focus on covering her companions, kin, and comrades.
Tucking into cover when she reached the house, Tara leaned around the corner and let her HUD highlight the enemy. Two rounds zipped past her, and she returned fire. One bolt misses, the other takes the gangster in the shoulder and drops him to the ground, unable to return fire again.
As a shot flies past her, Karys tilts, leaning into right to get away from the one that was taking pot shots at her just as she is coming in to land. The first shot hits him, the second misses and the third is a heavy slam into the figures chest to send them down and just in time for Karys to glance at Hadrix as she touches down. She takes the landing at a run, starting to slow her forward before coming to skid at a halt before finally turning about get a glance back at the rest. The grass rises high over her but is easily beaten down as she wades forward into the fray.
Being large and sometimes intimidating has it's moments, such as now when the blaster bolt goes zipping passed his shoulder. Dhr'rall growls aloud this time, the fire fight is on. No need for silence. He just advances along with the others shifting his aim here and there as targets go down to the Mandalorians, and others. Another target presents itself and this one is more wrapped up in the stun net than the last. Dhr'rall flashes fangs in an amused grin.
No stun setting, but so far he hasn't killed - as if Sumi's notes for live capture had fated the former Stormtrooper's shots. Or he was an off evening. Potentially more fantastical if one goes with the former. Hadrix takes advantage of attention elsewhere as he cuts a messy, but effective, S-turn to weave over Karys's position. Remaining airborne while the pistol in his hand barks,
<<"Sumi, numbers thinning - where do you want me focused?">> rumbling over comms as the first of his shots strikes the left shoulder, turning his quarry to take the next in the right - twisting them to the ground while another hears the whine of another round moving bare feet from their position,
<<"Karys, focus forward, I've got you.">> preparing to drop and play human shield for the smaller Kora - since Gor appears to have Roth's back.
As the gangsters start dropping, they finally realize that they're no longer in control of the situation. Fortunately, most of their shots miss the hunters. Ishnahk smiles as two more fall to his rifle. The Scorekeeper would be pleased with him after this night.
The BHG was coming back to Corellia, whether the criminals that were infesting the world liked it or not, and this entire operation is connected to the success of this initiative, even if not everyone here is directly apart of the BHG. Roth, not one of his people, is still visibly being targeted, and forgoing his own attacks, Boba heavily steps over to shield her from the attacks. They splash off of his armor, leaving slices in the paint that covers the metal! Fett's visored face looks to Roth as he shields her. "You're no good to your clan if you're full of holes! Get to cover, or get out of the fight!" He snaps at the Mandalorian, whether she cares to hear it or not.
Eirik moves forward toward the enemies. <<"I got one moving to the next targer.">> He coms before lining up the next shot firing and missing barely. <<"Cover me I'm reloading.">>
Roth always prepares to get herself mopped across the floor, but suddenly there is something there to block. The older Mando's head turns to regard Gor and there's a moment taken to bite her tongue. We don't yell at people during combat. Especially when they just saved her ass from blaster bolts. She salutes with her Beskad and then moves to where there is better cover and less people about to shoot her. She hits with the vibro again, leaving the Beskad to make a metal tink as it misses, "White is a fine color Roth..." she mutters to herself as she drops another body to the ground.
Clan Sur is an odd thing, being brand new and all - the character of the warriors is therefore fairly spread apart. But while Tara takes joy in the fight, like the Koras seem to, Jarret moves with quiet, boring precision. No spared movement, just the sweep of the gun, letting the dragon in his arms lead; another target catches his attention, framed in his helmet's reticle as the rifle's s-linked sight catches sight of movement. A squeeze of the trigger and the tough, trying to reposition himself for a proper shot, gets a superfluous new orifice opened in his side, cooked meat streaming smoke as he goes down with a shot. Target down, the next one is made to be sighted. Grim and joyless.
Well. Maybe he does smile a /little/.
<<"Everybody converge on the barn. Our high valued target is supposedly inside,">> Sumi answers when prompted by Hadrix for guidance. For those wearing optics, or helms with heads-up display (HUD), Sumi marked the target location in red. She also broadcasted the friendly hunters' location as they came out of the darkness. One was a tall, reptillian Trandoshan making use of a stealth field generator, and the other was a short Bothan with a fancy, exotic purple Sentinel IV pistol that he used to put the fleeing injured gangster down before sliding his weapon home and brushing his furry muzzle.
<<"The sssssssssssssssscorekeeper is mosssssssssssst pleasssssed!">> Hissed the Trandoshan over the friendly comms; the pair joined up on Gor Bullet and the others and began to close in on the barn.
Not wanting to wait around for the hunters to pry them out of the eel can, Tako Harm kicked the wide doors open surrounded by ten (10) of her lieutenants ready for war. "LIGhT EM UP, BOYS! THEY AIN'T TAKING THIS FROM ME! AHHHHH!"
<<"That's our target!">> Yelled Sumi. <<"Positive ID confirmed, Tako Harm. Bring her down alive!!">>
<<"Yesssssssssssssssssssssss, erasssssse her sssssssssscore, ha ha haaaa!">> Replied the Trandoshan ally (npc).
Tara gives the Bothan hunter the universal appreciative upnod. <"Nice hand cannon."> Grinning, she patted the one at her own hip before getting ready to stack up- Just in time for the doors to fly open. So much for breaching. Flipping the selector to stun, she moves to cover and fires. One stunbolt misses, the other catching the target and staggering her a little.
Hadrix' confirm to keep going draws a nod from Karys without a backwards glance. Its only when she sees the figure fo Tako step out that she is given the confirmation before her HUD registers as well. As Tara engages she sets her sights on the minions and slams two in a row down into another heaping mess as the smoke from her bolts manage to to claim two.
The last goes qide with a grunted sound from within the helmet but it does not slow her. <"It is suggested you surrender now before more of your people are lost."> The vocoder crackles beneath the presence of her voice, emitting the advisement itno the open air as she continues to close the distance, eating up the space between with intent.
The other Hunters soon join them, and Dhr'rall's IFF lights up on his HUD. There is a nod towards the other two, and then business is at hand. More reinforcements have surfaced, along with the quarry herself. Dhr'rall opts for the direct route, if the boss goes down. Likely the Lieutenant's don't get paid. The stun rifle comes up and the net goes far wide, literally hitting the broad side of the barn. "Got to be kidding Dhr'rall right now..." He growl-mutters and adjusts the sights while he walks for the slightly out of optimal range shot.
<<Copy, Sumi'alor">> a quick affirmative before he bites a tab to drop comms, "Never said we were going to be rescuing a rekking -bothan-!" growled out by Hadrix when he sees the fuzzy, canid, little... OOoo... Bothan! <"Problem, Hadrix?"> Gripper's voice coming in over private comms while she rests in her cradle on his back. "No. Just a stinking, kriffing -bothan-." <"Temper temper..."> "Shut up, Gripper." the words bitten out before he turns mid-air, swerving and finding himself scraping a shoulder plate across the tall grass, close enough for his belt to make a warning beep that it was going to engage - forcing a frantic abort slap before his first shot makes a crescent moon of one gangster's head. <<"On your three, Karys.">> said before the big man does, in fact, do a Hero Landing - metal knee-plates taking the impact with one hand on the ground and the other raising his pistol to tuck a round deep in the thigh of his next mark before the next blows a neat hole through their sternum and a fist sized crater out their back. <<"Two down.">>
Ishnahk joins up with the others as the gangsters in the field are taken care of. He raises a fist in greeting as the Trandoshan and Bothan hunters form up with the rest. "Yess, brother! Ssshe will bathe in blood tonight!" And the then barn doors burst open and the fight is on once again. "Rrraaaagh!" he growls, hefting his rifle and taking aim at one of the lieutenants. There was no need to keep them alive, afterall. He takes another one out in a flash of red but his next shot goes wild. He snarls and searches for another target.
With the chaos continuing all around them, the BHG- and its hired mercenaries -push forward upon the compound. Gor Bullet's masked face watches, rifle ready, seeing their target emerging from the barn. His helmet softly shakes side to side at hearing Tako's shouts. "We're not here for what you have." He says calmly as he raises his right gloved hand up to key the targeting system on his helmet. With the arm lowered, he lines up his shot and dips forward ever so slightly... A rush of smoke and wind erupts from the jetpack on his back, the rocket firing off in to the sky before coming down on top of the barn with an explosive result!
<"Finish them off."> Gor's voice speaks over the comms as he straightens up again and keys the targeting arm on his helmet to sweep back upward.
Roth's managed to get hit anymore, or well...she's not been hit by a wave of reinforcements at least. She readies for the two that have become torches and when she closes in there is a quick job made of putting them out of their misery. She definitely didn't want to burn to death. <<Finishing them off.>> she comments over the comms as she moves to help the others with mopping up.
Exploding barns and mass blaster fire - the group that came to claim this Tako woman outclassed the defenders, and given so many are Mandalorian, Jarret is utterly unsurprised. Now the aruetiise are all but gone, but there may still be idiots and would-be heroes among the survivors. << Suupressive fire, >> Jarret intones over the group frequency, his voice flat but loud over the comms, and then switches to his helmet's external transducers to emit that flat-television voice for those to hear while loosing a stitching burst of blaster fire over their stupid heads.
<< SURVIVING TARGETS, >> he informs Tako and her people as he continues his approach, << SURRENDER AND LAY DOWN YOUR ARMS, LEST THEY BE TRIMMED FROM YOUR BODIES. THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING. >>
Eirik moves closer too. <<"I'm taking the shots.">> He says. <<"We all whole?">> He lines up the shot and takes both the first hitting the second missing.
Whatever commentary might have taken place is suddenly drowned out by the whistle of a rocket, and its impact there after. Night became day for an instant as munitions stored in the barn ignite, and streamers take to the air sailing above the ensuing explosion. A concussive wave of invisible kinetic energy sweeps past the group, engulfing the grass with the gust and laying it back; capes went fluttering, and anyone unarmored or without ear protection felt the next bit.
The explosion came after the impact, the sound that is, but it was so loud at this proximity that anyone not wearing ear protection just heard ringing. With such an impressive blast, two gangster lieutenants were caught in the fire, the others were cast from the barn and into the open.
Tako was disoriented, and fog of war induced a spell of tachypsychia that made everything around her seem slower than it was. She witnessed automatic and precision fire hissing by her in bright, terrifying splendor cutting down her people, and real fear set her into fight or flight.
Only there would be no flight. Sumi aligned a shot and fired from the drop ship, taking Tako's leg out from under her. Already injured, thanks to Tara, Tako crumbled onto the ground only to rise up and get shot again by the Bothan, who put her into a convulsive stun. "Eehhhhh, stay down, Tako." In tones the Bothan who seats his blaster again.
The gangsters that remain, which there are a goodly number of still alive, surrender then, taking heed of Jarret's warning and tossing their weapons out.
Re-slinging her carbine, Tara flicks out her Z-6 RCB in case anyone decides to protest the current situation, and starts slapping disposable plastic binders on the surrendered gang members. <<"Good job, everyone. I'd say that was a pretty good hunt.">>
Hadrix landing at her right brings a smile to Karys' lips hidden beneath the visor as she strides forward. Chaos reigns and the explosion before her finally stops her in her tracks, watching as they come pouring out and the rest of the team silences the problem. Her pistol still held in hand she gives a tilt of her head. There is a nod of her head a she remains armed but still continues to watch the fall out. <"Always good to walk beside you, brother."> Her attention shifts to Hadrix, moving towards him to give him a brief knuckle bump to his shoulder. <"Indeed good job.">
When Hadrix argues with Gripper, the Togorian openly wears a 'See what you get for trusting droids?!' face to him. It's an amused expression... mostly. Suddenly, explosion! Dhr'rall feels a little better about missing his shot as a missile from the Guildmaster flattens the roof out of existence more or less. He's bringing up the rifle to bear once more, but shortly after it is unecessary. He speaks in sibilant broken, but understandable basic to the others. "Dhr'rall is pleased Dhr'rall got to enjoy a group Hunt for a change." He starts prowling to see if anyone else needs to be mopped on up in the process.
And like every such encounter, detonations, gunfire, screaming... and then it's done. Over like a burst party favor. No denouement nor ceremony. Those meant for the block are brought down, those the Hunters were tracking are captured and Hadrix is left with the post-adrenaline tremors making his armor rattle while he gets his breath and fights the urge to hunch like a beast.
Karys's thunk on his pauldron is enough to shake him out of himself long enough for him to turn his head - red pinlight in the right branch of his visor turned on her, his own palm slapping her shoulder affectionately <<"Always, Kar'ika.">> a feral grin in the tone before he slides his pistol into its home on his hip. Another turn to track down the figure in green and pulsar gold.
<"Clans could use a verda like you on the field more, ori'mando."> crackling over his external vocalizer while giving a respectful bow of his head.
Ishnahk shields his eyes from the blast as the barn explodes and splinters of wood and metal harmlessly pelt his armor. Once the smoke clears, it's apparent that the hunters have won the day. Slinging his rifle over his shoulder, Ishnahk joins the others in rounding up the surviving gangsters; slapping on binders and dragging them over to be tossed into a pile at the hunters' feet.
With Tako hitting the dirt, Boba launches himself in to the sky via the jets behind his back. His course arches him through the sky and back down again, erasing the distance between him and their target. Fett lands solidly on the ground before Tako and his helmeted stare goes down to them for a moment before it rises up to look at the other members of Tako's team. "You." Boba says through his vocalized mask, a silvery blaster pistol aimed at the person he's indicated. "You're free to leave. With a message to any others serving with you. Tell them that the Bounty Hunters Guild is returning to Corellia, and Justice is being served." He motions with the shining pistol for that one lone person to separate and leave, before he looks to the others. "The rest of you are now prisoners for your crimes." Boba looks to his side. "Put them in cuffs, and stow them in the cargo hold."
Roth stands back up and there's a bit of a look down at the flaming bodies. Their work here was done. Or maybe the killing part was. Now it was time to wrangle the alive ones and stow them. Not before she stares at the back of Gor's head from a safe distance. Because she wasn't going to thunk him in the back of the head like she might someone else. There's a huff as she turns and starts to help with getting folks in cuffs and prodded towards the ship that they need to go on.
And just like that, the hunt is over.
Whilst the rest share congratulations well earned, Jarret melts again into the background - walking among the wounded now, keeping them in check, rifle slung and the gleaming bent-cleaver blade of his beskad drawn and held like a dowsing rod in hand seeking red water. No idle threat, his claim, after all. Lopping off rebellious limbs will be the least of their problems, or even the limb that dares move out of place. No mercy for the inferior organism in the eyes of Jarret Sur, after all. Best to teach them a lesson they'll remember.
