Log:Nar Shadaa's Kaleesh Labor Riots: The Bloody Resolution
Nar Shadaa's Kaleesh Labor Riots: A Bloody Resolution
OOC Date: December 13, 2019
Location: Nar Shadaa's Gearhead District: 'Lil' Kalee'
Participants: Hadrix Kora, Zul Gradnk
In the week since the riots first began, the Kaleeshian area in Nar Shadaa's Gearhead District known as 'Lil' Kalee' has descended from slum to outright warzone. In the streets, rioters are still firing upon Nar Shadaa authorities with slugthrower rifles and blasters from behind buildings, rooftops, and rudimentary barricades such as hovercars, and other Kaleesh rioters are even firebombing the shops of their own communities.
Now during the afternoon of the sixth day of rioting, the gangs of Little Kalee patrol the streets with the simple goal of killing police at the instruction of the Oolis Parlis, the War Shaman in Exile himself.
Shooting, violence, madness, looting? Home.
A number of local shopkeeps put together funding to hire a Mandalorian. It was a meager amount, which surprised many when an indigo plated Mandalorian appeared to take the job. Not like others caped and small, but in the heavy plated. A brief discussion of what was wanted, what they could expect in return... and he was back out the door. Now on the streets, Hadrix stalked - headed for where the Shaman was screaming his words... to tend to him one way or another.
Zul Gradnk is meanwhile, hidden behind a makeshift barricade, trying to not get hit by the fighting. The last few days here were terrifying, so, she just tries to avoid the fight, poking her head out just as... HADRIX! Hadrix! Maybe he could help her? So, she starts waving.
The War Shaman in Exile, his voice scratchy, continues his loud, expansive fillibuster in his native tongue.
<"MANY OF YOU CAME FROM OUR HOMELAND FOR HOPE! HOPE FOR A BETTER LIFE DESPITE THE DEFEAT OF YOUR TRIBE, HOPE FOR YOUR FAMILIES, HOPE FOR THE FUTURE! BUT NO! WHAT HAVE YOU FOUND HERE EXCEPT FOR PAIN AND POVERTY?! SHOW THEM YOUR RAGE! TEAR IT ALL APART, AND MAKE THE HUTTS HEAR YOU!">
Near Zul's makeshift barricade, a burly Kaleesh male fires on a group of Kaleesh men on the other side of the street who are wearing the insignias of a particular tribe.
Apparently, gang warfare is occurring during the riot, as well.
Drawing around the sniper rifle from his back, Hadrix frowns within his helmet as he hears the screaming and spots the weaponsfire near Zul. Pointing to the twi'lek and motioning her towards cover behind him - the massive figure kneels, and taps keys on the rifle's targeting system, feeding scope data into his augmented reality systems.
He's humming... pleasantly. A fine day for sniping!
Zul Gradnk doesn't even think and just runs towards the familiar Mando, seeming quite worried, a hand on the stomach blaster of her DG-29. Had. Safety! He can get her out. And so, she hopes to be able to find herself "Thanks!" she whispers "I got.... cut off here."
As soon as Zul bolts from her makeshift barricade, the same Kaleesh rioters who opened fire on the gangmembers turn on her and fire their rapid-fire slugthrowers, but miss. Hadrix Kora is kneeling in the streets where rioting and gang warfare is going on. <"Keep near me Zul, I can serve as cover. Feel free to cover me. But don't touch me while I'm lining up this shot.">
The mandalorian's rifle comes up and through the modified targeting systems he lines up on Oolis. <"Political Demagogues... Uy...">
- SHOONK*
The report from the rifle is a crash of thunder, dust is lifted around Hadrix and the heat ripple that rises surrounds the man as if he were in the desert. The crimson bolt scorches air, melts through a sign, and smashes duracrete en route to impact with the warshaman's appendage...
"<GO FORTH AND SET THIS CITY AFLAME! GO FORTH-->
Hadrix's shot is so silent but effectively violent that the War Shaman's left arm is literally shot off clean at the shoulder before he even realizes it, the wound immediately cauterized. The second shot, fired from a pistol, tears through Oolis's heart with solid precision. His speech and his life are cut short.
There is screeching across the rooftops; screams and wails.
"<THEY HAVE KILLED THE HOLY MAN!>" a Kaleesh woman shouts in her native tongue.
"<OOLIS IS DEAD! OOLIS IS DEAD!>" screams a male Kaleesh.
"<HE WAS RIGHT! THIS IS A HOLY WAR! RAZE THIS ENTIRE DISTRICT! RAZE THIS ENTIRE WORLD!>"
The Kaleesh rioters on the street smash their weapons into storefront windows in anguish, and then turn into Hadrix's direction.
Standing when the rioters come towards him, Hadrix does what he knows best for dealing with riots. Immolation. The former Flame Trooper lets his sniper rifle hang from its strap even as he pulls the carbine like flame rifle and points it towards the oncoming aggressives. It has words in aurebesh on its side, the plasma weapon is named - and aptly Hadrix is giving them 'The Business' as liquified flame is sprayed into the crowd, multi-colored hellfire engulfing those rushing him as his externals click on in riot mode - to be heard by all in several blocks.
<"Disburse.">
Out of sheer horror of seeing his partner being completely immolated a mere meter away from him, the Kaleesh male rioter lets out a shrill call for help and sprints in the direction opposite of the armored being with the Flame Rifle.
The two Kaleesh gangmembers, irate by such a sight of disrepect, each draw a Bryar Heavy pistol, aim it at Hadrix, and open fire. Starting to walk towards the assailants, Hadrix doesn't bother with cover. Blasterfire slamming into his armor, some deflecting, some absorbing, and one shot slams into the housing of his jetpack, forcing him to slide to the side and into a parked speeder, smashing him against the frame, causing armor to creak while the blaster burn sings in his senses.
The big man stands though and lifts his flamer again and another gout of charged liquid flame is hurled to spray over his attackers.
<"I said disburse."> his voice gravel and glass, his step purposeful, heavy... but his posture is beginning to look feral.
"<YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!>" the right-most gangmember howls as the cone of flame from Hadrix's rifle engulfs him, and almost literally turns him into a ball of fire. He staggers around wildly while screaming, then drops to the ground and rolls around in an attempt to put out the flames, but it is already certain that much of his body is burned.
<"MONSTER!>" the left-most Kaleesh shouts, and then runs for cover, apparently hurrying towards Zul's makeshift barricade.
Flame rifle still out, Hadrix continues to stalk forward, left hand dropping to his hip, drawing a simple durasteel cylinder hooking it's detonator ring on a latch on his belt, twisting and throwing in one smooth motion.
The one man militia never breaks stride, and he even manages to consider a cape because the blast of thermodynamic energy suddenly drained from the air to create the cryogenic effect of the grenade would have blasted it out impressively. Inside his head a thousand screams an explosions from a thousand battlefields is playing, and the old rage is taking root.
<"I warned you... Now I will use force.">
The flaming Kaleesh gangmember is put out of his immense misery by the force of the Cryo Grenade exploding three feet away from his body; a cleaner death than that which the fire would've given him.
The icy detonation knocks the second gangmember behind the makeshift barricade. As the Kaleesh gangmember writhes on the ground, he touches the icy wound over his chest and realizes its effects are similar to a very severe frostburn. Now behind the barricade but wounded, he slowly rises, pants, and fires at Hadrix's head. The blast glances and is deflected by the rounded plating above the t-visor, but a blaster score shows where he was struck, and a rumbling sound emits from the suit speakers, still set at riot volumes.
Hadrix leaps, jets engaging as he draws his dagger and moves to land feet first on the man who shot him in the head - the blade becoming a humming blur as it is jabbed again, and again at the poor Kaleesh's neck and chest. The sound coming from Hadrix continues, a feral roar. Rage and hate bubbling to the surface as blood begins to spatter across armor and helmet, a thermo-laser wiping the biological matter from his visor as he cuts and rends.
Here and now in Little Kalee, the War Shaman In Exile known as Oolis lies dead on a rooftop with the citzenry who admired him now too afraid to even go out and collect his corpse. Three people now lie dead in the street, one of them completely cremated. A single floating 'news drone' flies around the carnage and focuses on the lone Mandalorian, last seen shanking a Kaleesh gangmember.
Hadrix Kora looms to his feet at the hum of the drone, a throwing blade flicked from beneath his wrist imbedding in the lens, chest heaving as he stands, shoulders rising and falling before the massive man lifts off, carried forth on wings fire to where Oolis fell... To grab the body by a leg and lift off again - intent to drop the body down one of causeway shafts. Maybe they'll martyr him, but there will be no body laid in state.
