The team was assembled and hurriedly sent from the Plagueian Fleet near Isabella Shipyards, a sign of how important and sensitive the tasking was, TuQ had sent a Queaster and an Aedile. It was a nuetralization mission on the leader of the Collective himself Rath Oligards. He had been confirmed to be at his estate on Nei'kapo just moments before. Their job was simple, get him before he gets on ship and bolts.
“Three minutes till we hit the atmosphere, no sign that anyone sees us coming.” Kalen said from the co-pilots chair on the Century Hawk.
“Yeah, those extra credits we paid for the full ECM and sensor jamming package are about to pay off. Get the gunners to man their stations, just in case though.” Reece, the demented, emancipated, R3 droid and Co-Captain of the ship said from the pilots seat.
“Lemme guess, you wanna skydive?” Kalen turned to his pal Blackhawk.
Blackhawk looked out from the ship. Of course he intended to skydive in. It was the easiest way around the shields. It’s been almost ten years. Today, Oligard will finally pay for what he did. For what he took from me. For what he killed from me. At last, the people he killed will be avenged. Finally, I will have my revenge.
The craft shook. Blackhawk didn’t need to say anything. Kalen and his droids immediately began taking evasive maneuvers to avoid the anti aircraft turrets below. Blackhawk keyed his comms, and spoke a single word.
Tazi took extra care to avoid being seen. Her job was simple. Keep the Ghost of Tarentum airborne, and deliver support as called for. It didn’t take long for the first call to come. A single word, practically growled into the comm.
“Deploy.”
There was no ambiguity there. Blackhawk had brought along a new asset today. And now, he would get his first test. The ramp opened, and a massive Gen'Dai leapt from the ship, plummeting to towards the ground.
Agroz plummeted towards the ground, rapidly approaching the anti aircraft turrets currently firing upon the ship Blackhawk was in. A lightsaber sliced through the barrel of one turret as he landed, rendering it useless. Agroz waited. Thirty seconds later, Blackhawk joined him on the ground.
“If it didn’t arrive with us, kill it on sight.” the Clawdite ordered. Agroz nodded his acknowledgement, and followed Blackhawk as they headed towards the estate itself.
Nei’Kapo Low Orbit
The Banshee swooped down past Agroz mid dive, Zuser’s modifications to the hull causing a howling sound identical with a TIE fighter as he piloted. The laser cannons ripped through the atmosphere, red energy carpet striking a bay of anti-aircraft guns, the Firespray weaving through the streams of flak.
“I’ll handle the anti-aircraft to the west. Blackhawk, the east is yours. I’ll join you on the ground as soon as I’m done.”
So, the Brotherhood has come for me. Rath Oligard stood in the command center of his estate, taking in the incoming data. His for es in orbit had been destroyed or were otherwise retreating. His ground forces were also engaged. The Brotherhood has come to Nei'Kapo, and they had come for blood. There was likely no chance of saving this battle, but he could make the wretched force users pay for their victory in blood. He might even be able to escape, to continue his crusade against force users.
“Are the internal defenses prepared?” Rath asked one of his lieutenants. “Yes sir!” he replied sharply. “Good.”
A minute after the clawdites chuteless skydive Reece spotted a few drone fighters rising from one of the landing pads south of the estate, “Looks like they’re finally walking up. Gunners, take ‘em out!” The R3 beep bootled into the ships intercom.
For good measure he locked onto the hangar next to the pad and fired 2 concussion missiles that turned what had once been a building into a burst of confetti.
“Can you drop the rest of us on the roof of the main residence buddy?” Kalen asked from behind the plucky droid.
“Does a gunzark fly and have claws? Of course I can drop you on the roof. Get ready, we’re seconds out,” the mech chortled before keying the intercom again with one of his tool probe arms, “Gun crews focus on the remaining air defense turrets around the main compound, we’re doing a touch and go hot drop on the roof to get our remaining space wizards into the fight.”
Kalen and Karracca quickly went and met Treel and a few of his fellow Ugnaught commandos who were already waiting near the ships ramp.
“Reece is dropping us on the roof.” Karraca growled, to which Treel and co. simply nodded.
Reece’s sing song beeps blared over the intercom, “Lowering the ramp now. 5 seconds.”
As the ramp got halfway down a laser blast smacked into the side wall scorching the hull and sending a spray of molten spalling splashing out. The gaggle then heard the familiar ka-chung ka-chung of the YT-1300s quad laser turrets returning fire and nuetralizing the offending ground battery.
“Let’s go!” Kalen said as the disembarkation like turned green.
Blackhawk was efficient. The two guards at the entrance were dispatched quickly and brutally, never having a chance to react before being thrown into the air. They survived the landing. They most certainly wouldn’t survive the injuries inflicted by the landing. The door was bypassed with similar efficiency. A lightsaber to the access panel was all that was needed to grant entrance. Oligard, your destruction has arrived.
On the roof Karracca sliced a hole with his lightsaber and fell through on the biscuit shaped piece of ceiling as it fell in. Treel and his cute little Ugnaught commandos ran and dutifully hopped down through the improvised infil point.
Karracca had cut down a cybernetic augmented mercenary and Treel had gunners down another with his carbine by the time Kalen hoped in through the hole.
The Jedi could hear several thuds and screams coming from below them, “Sounds like Blackhawks already ahead of it.”
“Let’s get this over with.” Karracca bounded for the stairwell.
Meanwhile Reece zoomed off in the Century Hawk to prosecute any more targets of opportunity he could find. The astromech was seemingly filled with a righteous zeal and fervor for killing the tech exploiting Collective.
The scream of the Banshee cut through the smoke and dwindling anti-aircraft fire. “Skull! Take over! I’m going hunting!” barked the human, donning his Mandalorian helmet as the K-droid wordlessly took hold of the controls. Zuser hit the button for the ramp and stepped into the smoky void, watching the HUD of his helmet light up with the target waypoint as he ignited his jetpack, flying down into the smoke, shouting in Jawanese.
-=+=-
Guards ran from bright red blaster bolts chasing them down a hallway. The unmistakable sound of a spinning lightsaber preceded Zuser’s cross guard lightsaber cutting through the squad, finally embedding into the final guard with a Violet quillon, pinning the cooling corpse to the wall. The Maverick grabbed hold of his lightsaber with his cybernetic hand and pulled it free, leaving it active while switching his comms in. “Commander, west wing is being cleared. Working my way to the convergence point.” Zuser stepped over the bodies and turned off his lightsaber, replacing it back on its shoulder blade holster as he strode toward the objective.
The Commander of the Special Mission Company they had been assigned as support response over the commlink, “Copy that. East wing clear. Moving to convergence point.”
As Zuser arrived he saw Kalen, Karracca, Treel and the Ugnaught commandos come trundling down the stairwell.
Kalen spoke into his wristcomm, “Upper floors secure, we are arriving at the convergence point.”
“Where’s Blackhawk?” Karracca roared in Shryiiwook.
Then they saw the hole blown in the wall which opened to a secret lift tube leading below ground. Well below ground judging by how deep the shaft appeared.
“I’m assuming he went down.” muttered Zuser, his voice tinny as it came through his helmet. Without another word, he dropped down the hole, using the Force and jet pack to guide his landing. He landed in the middle of a firefight, armored guards pouring fire down a corridor. Zuser bellowed a war-cry in Jawanese and ignited his cross guard and double bladed lightsaber, launching into the guards and became a spinning cyclone of death. An itch caused the Mystic to turn his attention to the other side of the corridor, seeing another group of guards setting up an E-Webb cannon. “Trigida, not today.” Zuser knelt down and fired his jetpack rocket, watching the E-Webb and guards go up in flames as the battery ignited. Treel landed down and disconnected the line, shaking his head at the rocket launch. “Remind me never to cross this one.” A wookie cry ripped through the corridor as Karacca dropped into another squad just arriving.
Kalen, followed Zuser down the shaft as the Ugnaught climbed on Karracca’s and they to jumped down into the darkness below.
Blackhawk advanced over guards he had cut down, burned, electrocuted, or otherwise dispatched without mercy or remorse. With a wave of his hand, the door in front of him opened, revealing what appeared to be an empty command center. Empty except for one single, large, muscular human.
“Rath Oligard I presume?” “I see my reputation precedes me.” “Your reputation. The trail of blood you’ve left in your wake. The burnt husks of the planets you’ve scoured in your crusade. Today, you pay for all of it.” “This was bound to happen eventually.”
With that p, Rath drew a blade, which Blackhawk removed with a contemptuous flick of his wrist. His hand clenched, tightening a telekinetic grip around the man’s throat.
“Many years ago, you ordered an attack against the clans of the Brotherhood. Tactically, it was brilliant. Striking at the various home worlds while the majority of our forces were driving you from Nancorra. Personally. It cut deeply. You destroyed the clan I called home. Tarentum fell that day, but the survivors found elsewhere to go. Now. I am here to avenge those who didn’t make it.” With that, Blackhawk released his grip. The anger and hate that had been percolating for the past several years boiled over. Fire engulfed his armor. He was going to enjoy the next few minutes.
Zuser led the charge down the body-littered path and saw Blackhawk. “Is this the one responsible for attacking Aliso City?” His words came out as a growl from his helmet. “Leave some for me.” His left hand crackled with lightning, his cross guard lightsaber igniting. Treel scurried over to the terminal and started splicing through the computer systems, taking whatever left. Zuser started walking and then charging, beginning a double team with Blackhawk. He remembered the fighting from that day, hearing the screams and shouts.
He was livid when he heard his ship tried to be hacked, found the remains of the spy droid.
“Dead or alive, let’s finish this before he blows himself and us up or some fraking thing.” Kalen hollered.
Blackhawk and Zuser stabbed Rath, their lightsabers ripping through him. “Let’s blow this place and go home.”
“Reactors set to overload, its gonna blow in less then 10 minutes.” Treel said from the console.
Blackhawk looked down at Rath’s gasping, dying form. “You caused so much trouble for the Brotherhood. Now spend your last moments in pain.”
Agroz , who had been standing watch up until this point, removed an ichor bottle, and threw it to the ground next to Oligard, where it shattered, releasing a to in that made Rath’s nerves much more sensitive. With that, Blackhawk ignited the human’s clothing, and walked away as he screamed in unimaginable agony.
“Reece, we need a pick up at the front door ASAP.” Kalen hollered into his wristcomm.