Spreading Plague (open to any)

[randothefungiman]

Tonight was going to be big for the Rakghoul Plague. There were nine of them on the mission tonight, and for the first time they would actually be getting paid.

They all had thier hoods pulled over thier faces, hiding the white and black face paint. Zeph had chosen to go with a fanged skull painted on his face tonight, while Gil has chosen to just paint his lower lip and all the skin underneath it white. Sarnin and Buggo were with them again tonight, both of them going with a more tribal-striped look. Most nights they put more thought into thier face paint then they did into thier plan. Tonight was different.

Gil was at the controls of the small hijacked shuttle while they discussed the plan one last time.

"So he says if we just kill this Pau'an Senator guy he'll give us all the supplies we need."

"Gil, are you sure about this? We don't even know the dudes' name."

"Zephy boy, relax! Even if the guy is totally lying, imagine the coverage this is going to get! If he wont give us anything im sure someone else will. Besides, the Constables have been calling us common criminals on the nets. This will force them to show us some respect."

Zeph shrugged and turned back to the rest of the crew. A new face or two, but he knew most of them at least from the Cantinas and Baka shows in the lower city.

"Hey Gil, whats the plan once we get there?" Zeph shouted over his shoulder.

"Same as always!" The Nautolan shouted back, "and by the way, we're here!"

Zeph looked back into the cockpit and saw the rapidly apporaching side of the building just before they smashed through the glass and into the lobby of the expensive apartment complex. The shuttle slid across the shining white floor and crushed several people under its weight before it finally hit the wall near the repulsorlifts, leaving a few red streaks leading from the hole in wall to the crash site.

Zeph struggled to get to his feet, dazed and confused from the crash. Buggo helped him up and over his shoulder Gil was climbing over the pilot's seat and coughing. Once they were all accounted for Sarnin started to laugh. One by one, as they all fully realised what had just happened, they all started laughing. They were cut short when a security officer from the apartment complex pulled the back hatch opened and peered inside.

"Are you kids ok?" he asked, his cocern obvious in his voice.

"Yeah" Sarnin said, stepping toward him, "We're great!"

With that the Chiss teen pulled a blaster from its holster on his back and fired a shot into the unfortunate mans face.

immediately the group jumped out of the crashed shuttle and ran into the lobby, shooting, stabbing or clubbing anyone within reach. The initial crowd that had formed to inspect and possibly help with the apparent tragic accident began to scatter as they realised in had been no accident.

Zeph led Buggo, two Twi'leks and a human up the stairs and toward the Senators room while Gil and the others continued the mayhem in the lobby. That was the extent of thier planning.

[Malice]

It was like turning on a bug light, the disturbance quickly caught V'rael's attention. But regardless, it was not the best choice to rush toward all the comotion being on the planet of Coruscant. For all he knew, he could be the only Dark Jedi on this planet at the moment. An odd place for a Dark Jedi to reside, but it wasn't without reason. V'rael found himself on this planet for one sole purpose, to follow up a rumor of a bounty hunter in the area looking for work.

It seems I might have been given an opportunity of greater gain.

A smirk stretched across hidden lips as the story came up on the HoloNet. It was apparently live several minutes after a ship crashed into an apartment complex. "It appears that what seemed to be an accident, has turned out to be a massacre. Many people have been brutally murdered in the lobby by a small group of unknown assailants." Was what echoed through the local cantina. Despite his better judgment, V'rael decided to conceal his strength as best he could and take a look at this incident for himself. He'd draw his hood over his head and make a hastey exit. A quick glance up toward the vehicles that zoomed by, V'rael quickly jumped in his M31 Airspeeder and made his way toward the apartment complex.

It only took minutes before V'rael had arrived, remaining a distance away from the scene. He'd stand atop his airspeeder, looking down toward the slaughtering that was taking place. He couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of malice each time a life was taken.

Although they lack tactics, they are getting the job done, so it seems. Maybe I can utilize this small group, have them handle some of the lighter things for me. I must test them first. He thought to himself, quickly scanning the building for a less noticable way in, given that almost every other enterance would be less noticable given the groups bang up entry.

[randothefungiman]

Gil and the others were howling with delight as they turned the lobby into a blood bath. Sarnin had locked the front door and then blasted the terminal, making an entry by ground impossible. Now the constables had to come in either through some other route or the hole the shuttle crash had made, though it seemed they were reluctant to take such a course of action.

Gil laughed as he grabbed a fleeing Nemoidian by his arm and yanked him harshly to the ground. "Whats wrong froggy? You dont wanna play with us?" he said, pressing a republic model blaster under the alien's chin and pulling the trigger. at that range a hole burned straight through his skull and into the high ceiling of the lobby.

Sarnin hurled a thermal detonator at the receptionist desk where several humans were trying to hide and roared with laughter at the resulting charred starburst of red on the floor.

Meanwhile, up the stairs, Zeph and Buggo had run into resistance. The Complex had a small security force and they were trying to stop the Plaugers from reaching the luxury levels. "Figures," he thought to himself, "They barricade themselves just high enough to protect the richest ones."

Buggo and one of the Twi'leks leaned around the corner of the staircase and snapped off a few shots and the three remaining secuirty guards returned fire. Buggo's shots mostly hit the desk they had pushed out for cover, but one of them clipped a guard and singed his ear off. He fell screaming behind the ramshackle barricade as his comrades shot back. The Twi'lek was hit three times before his body hit the ground, and twice more after that. Buggo looked back at Zeph and shrugged. "He was my lead singer... and he owed me money. Have you got any sonic detonators?. Zeph reached into the satchel he had slung over his shoulder and produced two small charges. He handed one to Buggo and one to the human, who he was pretty sure was named Banrig. Banrig and Buggo jumped out and hurled to sonic detonators down the hall at the guards.

All of them took cover and waited for the blasts,covering thier ears as to avoid accidentally blowing thier own eardrums out.

as soon as they heard the blast Zeph and Buggo ran around the corner with thier weapons drawn. Buggo holstered his pistol and pulled the heavy pipe out from the makeshift sheath he had made for it on his back. Zeph had his knife in his left hand and a Mandalorian scout pistol in his right. Banrig and the remaining Twi'lek followed close behind with small Arkanian carbines in hand, ready for action.

Zeph ran around the side of the barricade while Buggo jumped over it. The three guards were all on thier knees, crawling around in confusion when Buggo brought his pipe down hard on the back of one of thier skulls. Zeph fired his blaster into one of them and grabbed the last one by his hair, sliding his blade across the man's neck and drawing a satisfying gurgling noise from him as he died.

He looked around and tried to remember what Gil had told him. They were looking for suite 127. He read the numbers aloud as he scanned up and down the hallway looking for his mark, whie Buggo used the pooling blood from the last guard to write thier signature "Rakghoul Plague" on the wall.

"123.....125.....127! Its this one guys!" He shouted to the group motioning to the room at the end of the hall, the largest suite on the floor.

The Twi'lek, who Zeph hadnt met before tonight, jogged over and produced a large explosive Sarnin had made just for this mission. Sarnin was thier de facto explosives expert, but that was just because he liked explosions the most, so Zeph wasnt sure if this would work. They planted the charge on the door and ran back behind the barricade the guards had erected. The explosion sent debris across the hall and over thier heads, and they cold hear whimpers and moans from inside. Zeph peeked over the barricade and into the room, and the two rooms next to it. Sarnin had made the explosive far too strong and it had blown off the door and the walls and accompanying doors of the two rooms immediately beside it.

The Plaguers ran from behind thier cover and into the settling dust, with one thought on thier minds; "Kill the Pau'an Senator"

OOC: ---EDITED FOR THE SAKE OF MY OBSESSION WITH KILLING TYPOS---

[Malice]

As countless echoes of gunfire emitted from the building, V'rael leapt back into his air speeder and brought himself closer to the side of the massive building. From there he'd slowly ascend, looking for any sign of an entry point. It was useless, unless there was an entry point on the roof. It was worth a try. He'd land the speeder on the roof as small tremors shook the building as explosions went of within the walls of the complex.

"Without the least attempt of being form of incognito. It's rather fortunate I came along, or this would end up a suicide mission."

Jumping out of the speeder, V'rael surveyed the rooftop for a moment before seeing three air vents. V'rael closed his eyes briefly, letting the dark side of the force show him the correct path toward the massacring. A quick hiss followed by a humming would be the sound of his lightsaber igniting. A swift swing of the blade and the square ventilation shaft would have been severed in two. This made it simple for V'rael to enter it; he'd simply leap down the shaft. Coming to an elbow, V'rael landed with the utmost of silence. Of course, it would be the result of calling on the aid of the dark side of the force.

It was simple from here on in, find the primary target in which the group has planned to assassinate. V'rael overheard something about the luxury levels. "If they plan on making it up to the luxury levels, it must be an assassination. Now, to narrow the possibilities of who it might be they are after." He thought as he made his way through the ventilation systems, something that began to annoy him. It felt as if he found himself doing something of embarrassment. None the less, V'rael reached out with the force, sensing the presence of life forms in each room on the luxury level. "It must be here..." He'd think to himself having felt the presence of 6 bodyguards in one room. "Whoever it is in this room, is the target of the fools in the lower levels"

After locking in on the target, V'rael made his way through the vents until directly over the room. His lightsaber hissed once more as it drove into the metallic plating of the vent, and quickly an 'X' shape was drawn with it. A sturdy kick pushed an opening in it and down came V'rael in the middle of the Senators room. "Assassin! Get'em! Cover the Senator!" Were things screamed by the guards. It was as if time had slowed down, each movement was telegraphed to V'rael as his reflexes were inhuman. As the two behind V'rael began to draw their blasters, the Dark Jedi tossed his sights over his shoulder briefly before hurling his saber at them. It arched like a boomerang, severing both arms off of both guards. As he'd return his sights in front of him, it would seem to be too late to catch and throw his saber again. Instead he'd extend both arms and use the force to send a pulse wave at both bodyguards. Just enough to smash them against the walls on either side of the doorway. Not dead, they slid to a seated posture against the wall.

"Ah, so you must be the Senator who is the cause of all this ruckus. I must tell you, I'm rather grateful you brought forth such a promising opportunity and at the same time saved your own life in the process."

He said as he reached out with the force, gripping the senator by the throat as the doors blasted open. The blast finished off the two by the door, and as the door hurled inward, V'rael emitted a small force push capable of keeping the door from colliding with him and the senator. "I thought you said I save my own life?" The senator squeezed out those words as the grip tightened a bit.

"You did save yourself, from me. They, however, are a different story, Senator." He chuckled a bit as he turned his attention to the silhouette of a few beings entered through the dust, which soon caught the eye of the Senator. It was the eagerness to see the faces of the assailants when they see that V'rael was having a part of his own, and seemed to have gotten to the treasure a bit sooner than they.

[randothefungiman]

Surprisingly, there was no blaster fire to meet them in the haze. There were sparks here and there, and the corpses of two guards killed by the blast, but if there had been any more security they were either planniing a trap or they were all already taken out. "#8%$ it Sarnin" he muttered as he stepped over one of the dead guards, "now theres no one left to kill in here"

Buggo found a guard pressed up against a wall, barely concious but awake enough to realise what was happening just soon enough to let out a yelp as the heavy pipe connected with his face with a loud, wet thunking noise. Buggo was either to focused on the killing or just stupid to realise that the guard had been thrown toward the blast, and if he did notice he didnt seem to care. Zeph, however, did notice. He scanned his eyes through the dark far end of the room and saw a reddish glow coming from what had probably been the main dining area. He cautiously walked foward and the forms began to take shape.

The Senator was there, suspended a few inches from the ground, by the first real sith any of the Plaguers had ever seen. Zephs eyes were locked onto the Sith. He didnt even look back when he heard another blaster shot, probably finishing off another survivor. He couldnt beleive there was a Sith here on Coruscant, and now the Plague had been hired to take out the same target as him. Did that mean that they were big leaguers now? Or did it mean they were in over thier heads? Did that matter? A thousand questions raced through his head at once, but one more then all the others; How was he going to kill the Senator if that Sith already had?

Buggo made his way through more of the Debris and next to Zeph. "Whoa, is that a legit Sith?"

"I think it is Bugs"

"Well bantha piss! what are we gonna do?"

"Let me handle it" Zeph said, slowly shuffling foward, Maybe he just wants to talk or something.

Zeph cautiously moved toward the still form of the Sith and the squirming form of the Senator.

"Uhhh.... Hi....Sir?" he said, unsure of how to adress a master of the dark side, or if he was even allowed to. His Nervousness was obvious in his voice and awkward speech. "We were kind of paid to kill this Pau'an guy here, and... would it be too much trouble to let us do that? We...uhhh.....we don't want to mess anything up for any Sith or anything."

[Ashi]

OOC: and you were complaining about the republic not responding properly? hehe, have fun...

IC: Being tasked with protecting a senator is never an easy thing. There are times when you're on the front lines, fighting back hordes of enemies to make sure your charge gets away safely, and there are times when you're sitting in a backroom doing absolutely nothing. But, all in all, that's far from the worst of it. The worst of it, the real kicker, was being stuck babysitting. While troops were out training, preparing for an all-out war against, at least if the rumors in the intelligence agency were to be believed, the Sith Empire, while men were preparing to die, men he should be supporting, should be obtaining intel for in the hopes that they might survive to make it home to countless families and loved ones, he was sitting on his ass and twiddling his thumbs. The entertainment set wasn't bad, in fact it was a brand-new full holographic entertainment suit complete with everything someone could possibly want to do. There was also the local library and data archives, which together held literally billions of datadisks. But after learning everything there is to know about three dozen of the latest model locking mechanisms, along with cleaning every weapon you own daily, and even going so far as to familiarize himself with some of the latest naval tactics in the realm of light combatants (such as his freighter would soon be), Egill was just plain bored.

On a conscious level, he was fully aware that boredom is the main means of loosing your edge, of loosing your ability to react to any situation under any circumstance, but sitting in this version of his own private hell-hole, it was easy to ignore that fact and focus on the simpler truths: he was bored. He was watching the holosuite, some relatively recent program detailing the progression of military repeating blasters, when his carefully placed sensors tripped. The hell? Don't tell me I need to fix those again. He rose from his chair in front of the holoprojector's display and headed over to the computer console. "Great. Just, great." he muttered as he read the display. He turned around to the Pau'an sharing the room with him. "Looks like they're headed this way. We had better get you to a speeder." The Senator sitting at a small table and rummaging thru paperwork, frowned. "Who's coming this way? and why must we leave?" Egill sighed, "It's the dudes who're firing blasters like insane, drunken idiots. But they've got some decent explosives with them, that's what set off my alarms. Now, we're leaving, and your decoy in the other apartment gets to stay put and distract him, like he gets paid to do." Pulling the senator to his feet, Egill moved him towards the secret exit. It wasn't much, amounting to an elevator to the garage level three floors down, but it should be sufficient to get him to safety. Or it would have, before that massively over-sized explosive went off.

Explosions are far more limited in capacity than the people of show business make it seem. A shaped charge works nicely, but it's the end result of many hours of study and dedicated thought. The kind of omni-directional explosion most people would think to use has a lot more annoying repercussions, not the least of which because it has to be several times larger than the shaped charge. One of the more problematic of these is the power grid. It's not hard to knock someone off the power grid when you're using twenty kilos of high explosive strapped to someone's door. As the lights cut out, Egill swore loudly. He pushed the senator toward the hidden elevator, "Stand by that door and don't move, I'm going to hit the backup." It took a minute for the old-fashioned generator to kick on, the slightly off-balance drive shaft in the center creating a lot of unneeded noise and vibration. "get in there, now! we don't have much time!" he shouted, already moving toward the door. The senator slowly reached out to grab the proper book that would open the door, but Egill beat him too it, opening the door and standing impatiently for the few seconds it took, before rushing into the elevator with the senator being dragged at his coat tails. As the lift fired up, Egill did some quick figures in his head. If they hurry, they could be as little as two minutes behind us. Let's hope that the decoy works as well as we paid him for.

[Malice]

A chuckle emitted from under drawn hood, tone which carried such sinister intent would surely act as poison to all ill-fated enough to have their minds corrupted by such a being. "For a band of bloodthirsty terrorists, you sure grovel quite well." His tone hinted with a bit of mockery, yet maintaing it's seriousness. "Today is your lucky day, boys. For some odd reason the way you do things has caught my interest. I think I can find some use for a group such as yours. I also assume that your group, what ever you call yourselves, are looking for your big break given the sloppy work here. It's a call for notification and acknowledgement." V'rael realeased his grip on the senators throat before completely strangling him. "I have no intention on snatching your bounty here." He assured, utilizing the force to push the senator back against a wall hard enough to knock him unconcious. Turning toward the group, he slowly stepped forward as his saber hissed and crackled a bit before receading into it's hilt.

"Now, what would you say to working for me. Completing jobs here and there, and perhaps getting your recognition with a lower chance of having your, as of now, feeble lives stripped from you in the process?" He asked, leaving not much of a choice. For V'rael was here to find a bounty hunter to work for him, finding these boys was just a bonus to his initial goal. "Mind you, joining me grants you your bounty and much more to come. Refusal of my offer results in me slaying the lot of you, but not before you watch me tear apart your bounty in front of you. Your choice, witness utter failure and death, or join me and prosper in the future."

It was now time for the silence to settle in as V'rael allowed them to dwell on the choice between life and death, fulfilling their dreams or dying. It would be a good choice to make haste on their reply, this Sith was short on patience.

[randothefungiman]

Zeph was about to answer when he heard loud footsteps and laughing behind him as the rest of the Rakghoul Plague ran up the stairs and down the hall to the Senator's chambers.

"Whoa! Sarnin, think you made the charge big enough?" he heard Gil say, with laughter being the only response from the group.

The four of them came into room and an out-of breath Gil started to give Zeph a status report. "Yo! The constables are stacking plasma charges on the doors and they'll be in pretty soon, did you guys ...... Who is he?"

Zeph was in an awkward position, but he tried to explain the situation quickly. "Hes a Sith Gil, and you were right, we got someones attention with this thing. Lets kill this idiot senator and get our of here already"

Gil looked excited at the prospect of a Sith being interested in them, and with a rush of enthusiasm he bent down and inspected the form of the Pau'an and cocked his head to the side. "Thats not him" He said.

"What do you mean its not him. This is his room and he is the only Pau'an in it. This has to be him."

"Nah, this is some other Pau'an i guess. Well, lets just rip his face off and be done with it. Attempted assassinations get just as much cover on the nets anyway. Just to be sure lets make it really nasty."

As he spoke, he pulled a long knife from it's sheath on belt and went to work. Banrig and Buggo held his victim down as he awoke from the pain and started screaming. In a few seconds the grisly buisness was done and Banrig was painting thier signature on the wall with Pau'an blood. Just then a blast rang out from the lobby. Evidentally the constables had gotten in, and they were likely very upset.

Zeph turned to the Sith and shrugged his shoulders. "We never really plan past this part. Do you have some wy out of here?"

[Malice]

The sith stood by as the assailants went about doing their business. "At least the lot of you were smart enough to realize this was not the senator. The real senator has been safely escorted from his room." He'd note as he slowly walked through the group of murderers to the devastated doorway. The footsteps became more apparent as the constables rapidly came closer. "Through the vent, 200ft down to an exit along side the building." He left out the sharp drop the vent came to.

"I'll create enough time for you to escape. Consider this your agreement in joying me." He said, stepping into the hallway as the retaliation stormed around the corner. "Halt!". Blaster drawn for split second, only to be answered with a pulse wave that pushed the squad back a bit. A hiss shortly followed the offensive move. "The nearest cantina, be there within the hour. We have business to discuss." Were the last words he'd give before he vanished down the hallway as the echo of each saber swing mixed with the grunts and screams of the men unfortunate enough to be in V'rael's path.

( Forgive my sloppyness, I've take on a cold. v.v But, I will continue to be on daily so don't worry about having the thread slowed in anyway. )

[randothefungiman]

They knew better then to ask questions, and one by one they helped eachother into the vent. Behind them they could hear the slaughter as the Sith tore the constables to pieces. They likely hadnt thought to bring any melee weapons, and even if they had, they most likely didnt have cortosis weave. In short, the strike team was doomed, along with any officers moving to secure the area behind them.

The young terrorists made thier way down the vent and out the side passage. Sarnin suggested stealing it but Zeph stared him down. "Who's do you think that is?"

"Oh...."

"Exactly, he would kill us. Lets just jack someone."

Gil waved down the next passing airspeeder, putting on quite a good show of being wounded and terrified. As soon as the speeder pulled to a stop next to the Gil shot the driver and pushed his body out of the vehicle. There was just enough room for the all of them to squeeze in and make for the nearest cantina. They knew they didnt have to worry about a pursuit. There was a real live Sith back there, so the Constables were more then occupied.

As they made thier way to Durcels, the closest cantina, Sarnin tapped Zeph on the shoulder. "Hey i got you a present." He said, reaching into his satchel. He pruduced a bloody, slimy blob of flesh. "I found a Chevin hiding in the janitors closet and i got that pig's tongue for you!"

"That is sick" Zeph responded, trying to supress a grin.

"I know!" Sarnin said back, laughing, "You think we could get one of the gamorean bouncers down at the club to eat it?"

Zeph just laughed as Gil sped between the buildings and pulled alongside Durcels. The kids had already wiped most of the paint from thier faces, some of them even putting on brighter clothes or simply throwing thier black cloaks over the side. The Police would be realing from the attack for hours, so they likely wouldnt have to worry about any constables showing up for a while yet.

They spread out and started acting natural around the cantina. Durcel, the Duro owner, was familiar with the kids, who came here often (to plan attacks or regroup after them), and though he knew nothing of thier exploits as the Plague, he liked their upbeat attitudes as a nice change of pace from the stuffy rich people who usually came through. They never stole anything and even though they were from the lower city Zeph always left a big tip. It was a slow night, with only a few other customers, so when they came in he greeted them with a big smile and a friendly wave. Zeph sat at the counter and waved to the Duro barkeep.

"You kids hear about this?" Durcel said, pointing at the Holonet monitor over the bar. "Some wackos blasted up that apartment complex down there. Some guy even said it was a Sith attack! Thank goodness the nez Supreme Chancellor is finally gonna stick it to those freaks huh?"

"Yeah, i hear its crazy in there. This planet is going crazy Durcel. Next thing you know theres gonna be flying Gizka and a hive of Kinrath in the blasted senate!"

Durcel chuckled and slid Zeph his usual drink.

Gil joined Zeph at the bar and motioned to Durcel, who got him a drink as well. Together they waited for the Sith to show up, half-hoping he wouldnt.

[Malice]

Leaving the hall way riddled with corpses and an assortment of body parts, V'rael would vanish from the complex before back-up came. Minutes later he'd arrive at the cantina where the group of men were suppose to be. Crossing through the threshold, V'rael immediatly appraoched them at the bar. "Good, you can follow directions." He'd note, completely hidden under drawn hood. "Follow me, we have business to discuss.." He'd rise from his seat and make his way to a far corner in the cantina, moving through the crowd of people as if they weren't there.

(Another weak post, forgive me.)

[randothefungiman]

Gil Signaled to Sarnin, who moved over to the counter to take over thier tab while they followed the Sith to the other side of the room. It was a large cantina, so on slow nights like this with small staff, they wouldnt be bothered there. Gil and Zeph sat on one side of the booth while the Sith sat opposite. They were nervous of how this would go. The small-time things they had been pulling were mostly in good fun, and though they wanted to make it into the big leagues, they hadnt really considered how that would change thier lives. Now that a Sith had taken interest in them, all of the possibilities were a little intimidating. What if this Sith just wanted to use them as some sort of decoy or something? They could get killed, or even worse, arrested.

Neither of the pair could really think of anything to say, but that had never stopped Gil.

"So, Sith guy, are you gonna get us killed? We like what we do and we like what the Sith do, but we arent looking to join the army or anything. This Guerilla stuff is more fun."

[Malice]

"Get you killed? The answer to that depends on the capabilities of your little group here." He'd reply. A waiter had made his way to the table where they had seated themselves to ask for any drink requestes. V'rael eyes slowly peeked around his hood and as soon as they met with the waiters, the staff stopped in mid-sentence and left the table.

"Besides the sloppy display at the complex earlier, what are your specialties? What else can the lot of you do?" It was similar to an interview, only this one can result in death if the Sith felt in the mood. A slight disturbance in the force caught V'raels attention as he conversed with the young men. A being made it's way into the cantina, under the radar to most. A bounty hunter, the one he was in search of before stumbling across these 'substitutes'. It would prove to be a sufficiant test, just wait a bit. The bounty hunter took a seat at the bar, and V'rael awaited an answer he liked from his soon to be 'employees'.

[randothefungiman]

Zeph nudged Gil with his elbow, a signal for him to shut up and let Zeph do the talking for now.

"Well, we can move pretty much undetected around the city. No one ever sees us coming and the constables never manage to chase us more then a block or two. On planets like this with plnty of non-humans, we blend in. I know we are reckless, but that adds to our fear factor. People have heard of the Rakghoul Plague and they know we might just do anything at any time. On top of that we can communicate pretty well with beings in the slums and lower cities. People like us, or at least they do when we arent in uniform. We are pretty popular. We never have to run far to find a safe hideout. The cantina owner here, that Duro, Durcel, He loves us. We put on a good face and make lots of connections. Sarnin, that Chiss at the counter, is our explosives guy. He isnt professional, but he made that charge for the door today and he blasted out the doors on the apartment complex to keep the Constables out. Buggo over there, the one with the big pipe, has been learning computer skills at the community center, and he is an ok slicer. With some time they will both get better though. I would say our real strength comes from the fact that we are pretty much limitless. The ones you saw tonight are just a few of our number. We can easily fill our ranks from the poor sectors of the planet because the young of this world are fed up. They already live in constant danger, and it has become boring to them. All we have to do is go to a Baka show and ask around and we can have as many as twenty new recruits any given night. We are willing to do most anything, and with more time i'd say we could become a pretty valuable asset to you.....Mr. Sith"

As he finished he noticed a figure moving through the Cantina. He didnt really stand out but something seemed off to him. He tried to wave off the irrational suspicion, but he still instinctively kept an eye on the figure.

[Malice]

A slight offer of a nod came about as he listened to this one. "I see, a bit novice, but with time things can change." He tossed a glance toward the bounty hunter still stationed at the bar. "I can use a group such as yourself, to handle a few off-world things. An assassination here, a few raids there, nothing to hard for the lot of you."

"Theres only one thing I need you to do, to prove you can hold your own." He said with a hidden grin. "Your skills as of now will be put to the test, keep on your toes." He'd rise from his seat to make his way over to the bar. From their distance it was clear that V'rael was exchanging a few words with the bounty hunter at the bar. It was obvious that they were speaking about the Rakghoul Plague because the hunter tossed an occasional glance toward them.

A few moments passed before V'rael rose from the bar and returned to the table in the corner. "I'll be watching, if you survive, you pass. If you fail however, I'll slaughter the lot of you if he doesn't first." With that, V'rael turned and vanished within the crowd. Things got quiet for a moment before blasters went off, cutting through a few people. As they fell, a charge slid between legs until it hit Zeph's leg with only a series of beeping. The test began.

[randothefungiman]

Zeph barely had time to jump from the table and kick the charge, scooping the detonator with his foot and kicking it at the front window. It detonated just before hitting the glass, sending rubble spewing into the street and blasting a human couple several meters back and over the edge.

When Zeph stood up the bounty hunter was still there, blasting away at anyone he could see. Zeph pulled the blaster from his behind his back and made a quick scan of the cantina. Durcel was cowering behind the counter, scared and confused. Banrig had taken a shot to the leg but had taken cover behind an overturned table. Sarnin had rolled over the counter and was low-crawling his way toward Zeph and Gil, who were sheltered by the booth. Buggo was nowhere to be seen, but he may have been behind one of the several upturned tables or the front left area of the cantina, but they couldnt see him from here.

Banrig leaned out and opened fire with his carbine, scoring several hits on the hunter but not managing to break through his armor. Banrig didnt even have time to look surprised as the return fire burned off the top of his skull.

The other twilek sprinted out from near the restrooms with a vibroblade in his hands and made it halfway across the room before a blast caught him high on the shoulder and sent him to the ground with a grunt. He tried to get a blaster out of his boot but another shot hit him square in the chest.

Zeph saw Sarnin behind the counter pulling his prized slug gun from his satchel. It has some slime on it from the toungue, but he chambered a round and pressed it against the wood of the counter. With a pull of the trigger a blast tore through the wood and right between the hunter's legs. The hunter's head snapped toward the counter, but before he could fire Gil was up and blasting away, snapping of shots left and right, mostly hitting air but landing several shots on the cloaked form. The Hunter and Gil blazed away at one another. Gil roared with laughter as he scored several more hits and the hunter's vision was skewed by the incoming fire.

Zeph jumped out and opened fire, his carefully placed shots hitting the hunter in the torso but not dropping him.

Sarnin cranked the lever on his slug gun and fired another round through the counter, this time slightly higher, hitting the bounty hunter right above the left knee and sending him sparwling to the ground. He dropped both of his blasters but immediately shot his hand out to try to grab one of the dropped weapons. Suddenly Buggo was jumping over an upturned table and bringing his heavy pipe down on the hunter's hand. It came down with a thud and shattered the bones inside. The hunter let out a howl while Sarnin hopped over the counter and walked over to the wounded hunter.

The immediate danger passed, the Plague all formed a circle around their foe, Buggo kicking the blasters away from his reach. His un-injured hand moved toward his belt but a slug from Sarnin tore straight through his hip and into his wrist on the other side. Both of his hands now flopped uselessly at the ends of his arm, and though a mask covered his face, they could almost taste his fear. Zeph glanced around and spotted his other two members, both face down in pools of blood. They hadnt even drawn weapons before the expert had taken them down.

"You're good. You killed four of my boys here." Zeph said, "But you never had a chance. We are a plague, and there is no cure." As he spoke, he pulled his knife from it's sheath and leaned down to the hunter, slowly sinking the blade into his neck. He then quickly and violently tugged the blade to the side, sending a blood spatter onto Buggo's boots.

Gil leaned down and wiped his fingers in the booling blood to write thier signature on the wall. While he did Sarnin and Buggo walked around the cantina once, to check for survivors and killing those they found. Zeph walked over to Durcel and helped him up. The Duro was stammering in fear, and Zeph almost felt bad for him, but he knew who they were now. He had no choice.

"Sorry Durcel, its buisness now" he said, leveling the blaster at him. The Duro didnt even realise he was in danger before the shot hit him in the eye, frying his brain inside.

With one last glance around the Rakghoul plague pulled thier hoods up over thier heads and exited the cantina, knowing constables would be diverted from the apartments soon to investigate this.

They got outside and into the crowd, but Zeph could tell he was being watched the whole way back to the lower city safehouse.

[Malice]

V'rael watched as the plague finished off the sad excuse for a bounty hunter. It pleased to see how well they worked, may it not be the best team tactics, it worked to get the job done. Also, their means of maintaining cover and shielding the outside from knowing who they were exactly. It was quite useful.

"Good..."

He mumbled as they finished up the remaining survivers. With haste, he left the cantina to find a spot he could follow them as they retreated back to their safehouse. Keeping within a range to limit visual contact, he landed his airspeeder shortly after they arrived. He'd seemingly manifest from the shadows as they approached their safehouse. "Very, very impressive. I actually had high doubts the lot of you would survive 10 minutes let alone actually kill the bounty hunter." He'd acknowledge, slowly walking behind them. "I guess you passed the test, and are now working for me." He said with a smirk, although hidden it seemed to ride along his tone. "I take it this is the playhouse?" He asked, oculars trailing up and down the building. "Atleast it's incognito, beautiful location." He'd chuckle.

[randothefungiman]

Zeph looked around at the warehouse. It was run-down, but it was home. They used to throw concerts here until a gang fight had gotten out of hand and a few dozen people were killed. Since then it had been abandon, that was, until the Plague took over. They had a few matresses scattered about in some of the rooms, and out of the warehouse floor was Sarnin's makeshift workshop. It was dark and damp, the cold, plasticrete walls were cracked, but as a whole the place was structurally sound. The high ceilings caused a slight echo when they spoke.

"Well, this is home base... sir. It's where we plan and build our toys. We stockpile weapons and extra clothes toward the back wall there, and we have got cameras on all the entrances."

[Malice]

The shadowy figure entered the large building, eyes scanning the squads base. It seemed they were more organized than V'rael gave them credit for. "So, this is where you string together all of your 'diabolical' plans and such."He mocked, to an extent. He made his way to the workshop, looking over a table riddled with blasters and numerous blades.

V'rael went on a tour of the place, as if inspecting it a bit. "Take a good look at how your 'clubhouse' looks now. For after a short period of working with me, well, the funds will speak for themselves." V'rael would place himself where visability between them all was clear. "Now, which one of you is the most skilled?"He'd only ask to place a head on the group, if there hadn't been one already, also to establish who would be reporting to V'rael directly.

[randothefungiman]

Zeph and Gil both stepped foward.

"See, this whole thing was sort of our idea. We started out just fighting but when that Ralghoul thing happened we thought it would be cool to step it up a notch. We blew up a few cantinas and killed some people in thier apartments, but this was our first big job. We were supposed to get paid, but we missed the Senator. The Four of us are the core of the group though. Each one of us has a couple dozen guys we could call up willing to go out for a night raid."

Gil just nodded in agreement while Zeph went on.

"I guess i'd say I organise most of our activities, and Gil does most of our recruiting. Sarnin makes us our bombs and stuff and Buggo has been doing computer classes at the learning annex. He is a decent slicer now. The four of us are the best fighters of all the Plague though."