The Enemy of My Enemy (Garrick)

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Galaxy never lacks in fools.

That was silent opinion of Vilkas as he sneak through a large ventilation shaft, linked to an ruined industrial facility. It had taken him a The Nelvaanian Hunter was on an contract job, to hunt down the leader of a destructive gang decked out in red sprayed clothes called the Crimson Rogues. They that been causing quite the stir in the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa recently.

They started out in terrorizing and kidnapping the local population of the downtrodden and travelers in the neigborhoods near the Refugee Sector. Then the Rouges turn toward battling rival gangs for supremacy in those streets. It was proven to be a bloody stalemate, so much so that Vilkas was hired by one of the rival groups to bring the Rogue Leader's head to them.

Sneaking in proved not to be awfully difficult yet Vilkas remained vigilant as he continued onward alone. The Crimsons maybe fools to have made so many foes but they were dangerous lot, judging by what he heard. Any willing recruits had to earn their membership by torturing then murdering the captives held here.

While Vilkas proceeded with cautious steps toward man sized hole in the vent, elsewhere at the factory, others were making their own move against the Crimson Rogues.

[CaptainBonkers]

There is no shortage of idiots in the Universe, Garrick thought, and somehow half of them work for me. 

"I hate this plan." Vinya muttered few feet away from him with an irritated expression on her face. 

"So do I but it's the best I came up with such a short notice. You know we can't leave him there." Garrick replied, fiddling with the remote he was carrying. The distance counter was quickly trickling down and when it would hit zero one of the automated taxi-speeders would crash in the Crimosn Rogues' front door, distracting them for long enough for Garrick and his comrades to slip in and extract Holm from where the CRs were keeping him.

The three of them, Garrick, Vinya and Braza, were standing on the roof of the industrial facility the Rogues were holed up in, preparing to enter the complex as soon as the distraction begun and bust Holm out. The guy might have been a two bit idiot crook but he was sort of a friend. More like a drinking buddy, really but that wasn't the point. The point was that Holm was in trouble because Garrick had asked him to snoop around the Rogues and then got caught. It was his own fault of course, Holm was about as subtle as a flying brick on fire, but he wouldn't have been there if Garrick hadn't asked him to be there. Thus him getting captured and probably tortured was on Garrick. If he just left Holm there he'd never get over it.

"How long still, boss." Braza inquired, somehow managing to make the heavy armor he was wearing look like light armor. Then again, when you were huge alien built like an offspring of an industrial fridge and a brick wall pretty much anything you wore looked light. Even the blaster cannon Braza was brandishing looked like a pea shooter when held by the enormous Herglic.

"Not too long Tiny. The speeder will be crashing through the front door in 3...2...1..."

A loud boom echoed through the air and the whole building shook a little. Smoke begun to rise from the east side of the building.

"That's our que. Lets go get that idiot out, shall we." Garrick said, opening the door. The Trio then charged into the descending stairway, hoping really hard that the crash at the front door was going to lure enough of the Rogues away for their normal posts from them to blaze through the complex before the gangsters had a chance to react.

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Vilkas had landed on a shadow covered catwalk when a massive shake rocked the factory added with the sound of an explosion. The bounty hunter struggle to maintain his balance for a few seconds before succeeding. 

"By the Great Mother! What was that?" Vilkas whispered to himself.

Judging by his hearing, it sounded like some sort of crash occured in the frontside. Was an accident or intentional? Either way the Crimson Rogues were stirred up like a swarm of insects at their hive. Below him, Vilkas heard dozens of footsteps rushing all over the metal floor. Looking down, the Nelvaanian saw the red themed gangsters screaming at each other and running toward the source of the disturbance.

Perhaps I can take advantage of this chaos. Protection around their leader will be lessened for a least small amount of time.

With that thought in mind Vilkas waited for all of the CRs level down were gone. It didn't take too long, Vilkas with a subtle pace made his way for the left side of the catwalk, intending descend with a pair of stairs adjacent to it. He remembered from exaiming the facility schematics that there an office room, towering over an assembly area several levels on the west side. That where his prey will be, but first he will have to go through the east section that appanrtly contained the holding cells for the Crimsons' "guests".

The CR thug he interrogate for this information last night wasn't too specific about what happen in there but Vilkas had a bad feeling about it...

[CaptainBonkers]

Garrick and co. made quick time through the Rogues' compound. As hoped the divesion had drawn most of the gangsters to the front door leaving rest of the place largely unguarded. The few lonely Rogues the three of them ran into were easily handled by a modicum of carefully applied violence i.e. punching them really hard in the head when they weren't looking. Braza did most of the punching; after all, knocking out people before they had a chance to raise alarm was just about the only way the behemoth could be stealthy.

They reached the part of the building the Rogues were using as jail faster than expected and quickly subdued the lonely guard still at his post. This one they fortunately left conscious since it turned out that the cells were empty without any signs of Holm.

"Cookie, watch the door. Braza and I will have words with this lucky fellow here."

As Vinya set herself up next to the door, Garrick and Braza turned to the very nervous looking Rogue, a Rodian in a threadbare jacket that had been painted red with the kind of paint you sprayed on something. Needles to say it wasn't particularly stylish or fashionable sight.

"Alright buddy, you have one chance to tell me where the guy they kept here was taken. Blonde, kinda scrawny with a slight rash. Talks in a really high pitched voice when he's nervous."

The Rodian decided to play tough and spat at Garrick before making a number of inappropriate remarks concerning Garrick's parentage, the virtue of his mother and his personal preference of companionship. Garrick simply smiled and pricked the rodian with one of the darts he carried around for Eileen's dart launcher.

"That dart was laced with Ithorian Jumping Snake's venom, which will kill you slowly over the next few hours. The symptoms include sweating, light-headedness, shortness of breath and blurry vision to name a few." Garrick lied. The dart contained only light sedative and the rodian hadn't even received a full dose. However fortunately nocebo effect was a thing.

"So if you want the antidote, I suggest you spill your guts and fast. They don't pay you enough to die for them, right." he finished and let the rodian to stew for a while.