Korriban Desert Outskirts

Connar Grey stood in the harsh light of this desert place, knowing full well that his task was simply to make money in this situation. He allowed his fingers to gently run threw the blond hair keeping it dysfunctional at all times was something that made him easily recognizable to others. As he allowed his hand to reach into his coat, his eyes scanned the scene in front of him, he played in the shadows only hunting for things of value, and something had come up that rivaled any of his other hits that he had made. As his hand came out the cigarette instantly reached his lips, as he allowed the tip to light, filling his lungs with the smoke.

“Have we had any report from the scouts that went in earlier?” His voice cold and cool as he allowed his voice to echo to the troops beside him.

“They have encountered some form of issue on this sir, it seems that the fighting was a lot harder than we had first anticipated” the armoured commandos voice was clear and direct to the point as he spoke to Connar.

“Good, keep me updated on the progress, I want to make sure that everything goes according to plan, nothing is going to be allowed to slip out of line” his voice showing his authority on this matter with ease.

As the sand whipped past it was clear that he would be waiting a while for his answer, the team was not hurrying back and he would not expect them to either. Knowing full well that he had to give them time, the information had to be perfect and anything less would have been considered unacceptable.

Inside the Ruined Temple

“MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!” Shouting through the voice comms the Sergeant watched his men scuttle to covered as the blaster fire ricochet from the walls direct towards the squad.

Grabbing what little protection the old ruins could offer them, the mercenaries were well trained and prepared for engaging in close quarters combat, it was clear from the way they reacted being shot at was usual in their books. Spinning into the columns there backs slamming to the stone, the armour clanking as they did so. Using the cover they returned fire quickly and efficiently aiming to dismantle the group of Dark Jedi Troops that had come against them. It didn’t matter what faction they belonged to as long as they had profit that is all that mattered to the squad of five.

“Pin them in place, we have almost finished the scan of this hell hole, we need that information for Connar or he will be pretty pissed at us” the Sergeant's orders was clear, the scan would be completed when it was all they had to do until then was survive.

Reaching his torso he allowed his hand to unclip the grenade with ease, throwing the ball down the corridors with ease. Hearing the bleeping noise before it finally managed to detonate with ease disintegrating the enemies within the corridor, leaving nothing but blood splatter on the walls of the dull cream coloured bricks.

“Sir scan is done, it seems its down the corridor, the item is here seems that Grey was once more correct” the troopers helmet turned to the Sergeant as he allowed himself to watch the commanding officer nod as he lead his scouting party into the corridor. Moving quickly the team allowed themselves to follow the scan, as they entered the room it was clear that they had failed to be the first team to claim it the ignition of saber blades had signaled the squad had made a huge error.

Korriban Desert Outskirts

Corran had his squad on high alert all time, it had been hours that had passed by and no information or update had been given to the man, his mission was still a go since the moment they laid down on the planet. As he allowed his hands to rest into his pants pockets his eyes watched all of the surroundings, always on alert and with the sound of war only yards away it would have been foolish of them not to be ready.

“Sir, we have incoming one of our own, trooper, standard armour, matches data” the trooper allowed his rifle to become slumped into his shoulder as he tracked the movements of the man, stumbling in the sand as he clutched as his stomach. Trying his best to get back to the group, it was clear that the information he had was of a very important value, what that value was would be soon told to Connar.

“Report, Trooper” Grey’s voice reached out as the trooper made the group, slumping to one knee, clearly in pain and unable to control his body easily. His helmet glanced up to Connar Grey as he allowed his breath to calm down before he tried to speak towards the man in charge of the mission.

“Sir, we found the item….but we were to late, it has been held by Dark Jedi” his voice quivered the sheet pain that ran threw his body unable to hold himself at ease. It was only a split second, Grey let his hand slide into the jacket, the gun coming out and planting the shot in the mask of the trooper, dropping him instantly for the information.

“Commander, send the rest of the men in, I want that artifact for us, I want it at all costs am I clear?” Greys voice was obvious he meant business as the surge of troops was huge, each of them moving into the sand with ease, it was clear that another army was joining the fight. The well equipped mercenaries were on a mission that they would see completed with as little problems as possible. It was now up to them to take back the artifact that they needed, to even see some form of pay.

By Cethgus Tiberius Entar Arconae
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