Sun Jun 10, 2012 11:22 pm by Hrókr Aleacian
OOC: *
:: Touch down in twenty. ::
*Those words, the empty words of a pilot whose job is only to drop you off and wait for people to die. The kind of words that are thrown about so carelessly without a single thought going into them. It didn't account for the preparation, both mental and physical, that came together to culminate in this one moment of life or death.
It had been a few weeks after completing the hunt for those savages that murdered his people and collected their possessions when Hrókr had landed on Coruscant, in the Core Worlds, to find work to support his new-found freedom when he was approached by a certain government official with a need for a job to be carried out. It seemed there was an open position on a Death Squad after a former member decided to quit. Little did he know that there was no quitting the Ravens. Their name--Raven--was associated with trickery and death.
The Unkindness, as they are called, is a collaboration of the most skilled and murderous mercenaries that had been collected throughout the known galaxy. They were a group which were draped in so much secrecy that only a select few knew how to contact them for jobs that were of the utmost importance and filled with death at all sides. Those stories you hear about allied troops clearing heavily fortified targets after long and arduous struggles, they are the lies the government tells you about this small squad of killer elites whom fulfills their mission with brutal efficiency that doesn't exist.
This mission, however, was not one of retaliation but prevention.*
IC: "Yeah. Couldn't we just bomb them from orbit and save the trouble," He asked with a furrowed brow, thinking it through.*
*With a simple nod of acknowledgement from the three other men they all continued to prepared themselves for what was to come.
Guns, Ammo, Blades, Grenades, no moment was spared before a notice came over the comms.*
:: Alright. We're down so get the kriff out! ::
*The silence of efficiency was overpowered by the sound of the large engines from their transport. The sooner it was gone the more likely they were to survive this mission.
They moved quickly with their weapons at the ready, all except for Hrókr. He wasn't a crack shot by any stretch of the imagination. He didn't care a single firearm. He didn't need them. He carried what he knew, trusted, and trained with all his life. He knew that whatever this was that they were doing, he was surely unprepared for this. He barely knew this Unkindness of Ravens, and he was unsure whether he could place his trust in them or not.Trust, as he knew, was the one thing that could take a lifetime to earn, but without it, in the heat of battle, their lives would end quickly and without remorse.
The sun was breaking over the mountains as they arrived at the terrorist camp. They now saw the challenge that had been presented to them, and each of them was prepared to face it without hesitation. All of them looked upon this citadel that was protected by layers of earth and duracrete and saw an black hole of fear that pulled at them. It caused them to begin to doubt themselves, but they all knew they would be afraid when the time came. Fear was what kept you alive, and to overcome that fear would take all of the courage they had, but with that courage would come a victory hard won.*
*Crouched, Spade and Hrókr passed along the Western barrier undetected. It seemed the infiltration would be the easy part. It always was. The hard part was the Exfiltration; coming back alive. They moved along a waist-high wall before stopping to check in with the other two-man squad. The stage was set for their covert operation and the only thing left was the climax.*
*His action was swift and his speed was impeccable. His legs did not move, but his hands called his discbaldes to them through the force. It was an auspicious sight for a war veteran like Spade. He had seen a few force users in action, and had to kill a few himself, but every time he saw the power that he could never have... it rocked his foundation. Forward went Hrókr's arms, each palm aimed at a separate target quite a few yards away. His power was imbued into them, and his will was strong enough to carry out his action with deadly accuracy. There was no sound for their distance, but he could imagine the slicing sound and the spray of blood as each of their heads rolled down from atop their shoulders and landed with a thud on the floor of their tower. They had thought themselves safe from harm, but they were dead long before they would have realized what had happened, and so his blades returned to him, clean and ready for action.*
*With the phrase spoke all hell broke loose. Blaster fire rattle and reverberated around the mountain stronghold as they were met in unison with explosions made from everything short of a baridium blast.
Silent, but deadly like a stench that flowed across the battlefield was the mode of mayhem that was operated by Hrókr. His discblades flew through body after body with his mastery of telekinesis even as he cut down man after man simultaneously using his katana. His feats were astounding and causing fear to wreak havoc through the ranks of the so-called terrorists.
In the end not a single man nor woman nor child was left alive in this camp now filled with the quick stench of death and waste from the bowels of the dead. The Ravens were stained red with the blood of their victims. That would be their last memory of this peaceful planet. They had bathed in red on this morning, and the next they would not even remember the faces of those they had slain for their own memories were already full of the nameless faces from missions past. That was, all except for their new recruit. He was the newly crowned Reaper. Death's quiet hand of retribution against the transgressions past and lives extended far too long.
It took only a few minutes for it all to end, and even shorter for their pilot to extract them from a job done all too well...*