Destroying it from the inside out...(open)

[Lu Kane]

*The men sprang quickly into action, drawing blasters and firing off shots, Jet ducked around a trash compactor and cursed to himself. He drew one blaster with his left hand, still holding his dagger. He leaped out into the heavy fire, sweeping down and slicing one man's throat, two ramdom blots ripped into his chest, tearing open his armour, but he still trudged on, killing another*

"ARGH! NOT LIKE THIS!!!"

*The remaining nine men continued firing at the mandalorian, tearing into his flesh through a newly torn hole in his shining armour, blood dripped down from the various wounds and puddled on the street. Jet lunged forward once more, dropping his blaster and his knife, with one hand he dug into his pocket and pulled out a disk like object. He smiled. Jet swung out his arm and stuck the disk onto another man's chest, then the mandalorian collasped, having lost a lot of blood. The men stopped firing, some running over to the body to check for a pulse, the one man looking down at the disk, he heard the sound of a clock ticking...

BOOM!
*The two buildings on either side exploded along with the men and Jet, leveling the whole block of buildings, causing a domino effect, knocking several more to the ground*

[August/Heetho]

Heetho sighed as he was strolling down the street, dancing with an invisible partner, while at the same time keeping an eye out for any enemies.

"One step," He twirled in a circle, bending an invisible partner backward, then pulling it back up, "And..." There was a faint humming sound coming from behind him. He turned around to face it, tugging his katars on tighter around his wrists. In the distance he saw three speeder bikes, occupied by rebels. He with his arms at his sides, his eyes closed, and his breathing slowing. He heard the churnning of the energy inside them as they began firing at him, and as if by reaction, he leapt to the right, kicking off a wall, and as they traveled under him, planted his claw into a man's chest. The momentum jerked Heetho's shoulder out of joint, dislocating it, but he took the rider with him. The speeder ghost rode for a second, before losing control and spiraling into the rider to the left. When Heetho landed, he gripped his arm by the bicep, and popped his shoulder back into place, followed by a load grunt. He moved his shoulder around in a circle rising to is feet. The third man on the speed began turning by this time, and lined up with Heetho. A continuous jet of beams followed. Heetho began somersaulting backwards avoiding fire. The speeder closed in, but Heetho ducked and rolled to the right, allowing the speeder to pass by him, then he turned, eyeing the speeder.

The speeder turned back around again, though this time there wasn't enough room to begin firing again. Instead, the pilot attempted ramming Heetho. He charged in at full speed. Heetho's eyes grew wide as he jumped up, doing a half flip, perpendicular to the ground, then turned, so he was facing the speeder. He dug his claws in the tip of the speeder, allowing it to travel until him, and cut the length of the entire speeder. The speeder began leaking a liquid, and quickly exploded a few meters away. The explosion force Heetho sailing through the air, bouncing off a building, and landing lifeless in the city streets.

It took him a moment to gain conciousness. He slowly pushed himself off the ground slowly, his limbs failing the moment he did, falling back down into the blood soaked street. Heetho rolled over on his back, looking up towards the sky. Brilliant assortments of beam energy, and explosions, caused him to daze for a second, forgetting the fact that he was in pain.

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

bolidelish said:

*So, these are the invaders that are destroying the Hutt presence on Shadaa, hmm? I SHOULD go thank them in person, but they are the people of Mandalore, and they tend to shoot first. I don't like the idea of a fist-sized hole disintegrated through my torso.*

*With that, Turner gave his holo-projector to the small crablike protocol droid, then gave it order to give the message to Mandalore. He then returned to his desk, unlocking a secret compartment and pulling out two beautiful pistols, the handles laced with amber over the leather grip as the protocol droid approached the small group...*

*As the Mandalore's speeder came flying past an empty allyway, the driod slammed into the front of his bike, almost smashing to bits if Darius hadn't noticed that it was a transmitter and slowed down...*

"Hey, lil' fella whatcha want?"

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

"Excuse me sir, but may i please be directed to the one known as Mandalore? I have an urgent message from Master Turner."

*The small droid hopped from leg to leg, barely able to stand still as it clicked and creaked in front of the man's bike.*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Eventually he stopped, and motioned for the few that followed him to do the same.

A jedi? Wanting to talk to me?*

"Does he want in on the fun? Jedi are fun to fight with just as much as they are to kill..."

*He said jokingly...but the reciever may take it literally, Oh well.*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*The droid seemed to falter for a moment, attempting to process something, then...*

"Error: Master Turner is not a Jedi."

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

"Well then, Is he just concieted? Or is the 'master' term in your programing?"

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

"Master Turner is the Master. Hence it is in my programming to give him a befitting title. Do you question this protocol droid's programming?"

*The droid shook slightly as it made it's rant, then folded it's crablike legs underneath it, in it's own variation of 'sitting down'.*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*MAndalore cokced his leg back as if to punt the mechanical nusience in frustration, but thought it better not to and placed his foot back on the ground.*

"Fine...who is your master, and what does he want?"

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

"Master Turner is the leader of the local division of the Exchange, and your blind murdering of the Hutts on Nar Shadaa has caught his attention. Master Turner wishes for me to play a transmission for you."

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

"Well it's always good to have friends in high places...let's see it driod."

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

"Request: Granted."

*With that a small hole in the top of the crablike droid opened up as a projection came into view on top of the droid's flat head. The older man was, as usual, in his ezpensive suit, though it was slightly less classy in appearance as he wore two holstered blasters inside the jacket, and a sheathed virboblade on his hip. He smiled calmly as his eyes seemingly focused on his audience.*

"Greetings, Mandalore. I trust my protocol droid has reached you intact, otherwise you would not be seeing this message, and the men carrying its remains would now be dead. I am Turner, overseer of the Exchange on Nar Shadaa. I report only to the head of the Exchange...Head One, as he likes to be known. I wish to propose a business offer. Head One needs to be eliminated. I come to you because you have already managed the killings of several Shadaa based Hutts, including one I persoally needed assassination of to continue my plans. If you are interested, then send this protocol droid with word of acceptance. I will contact you shortly. Farewell."

*And with that, the mysterious man disappeared as the Protocol droid rose up onto its legs again.*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Then something happened...something known of them could suspect. Their was a large explosion followed by screams and shrieks. The compound, the one they had stolen from jooba, had exploded, collapasing on the concentration of their warriors. Obviously someone had told the hutts to prepare for their arrival ahead of time....But who?*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Then it hit him...Queet...that slimey rodent! He kill him if it was the last thing he ever did. Because of the explosion, the upper hand that the mandalorians seemed to have was now gone...completely. So he sent out a message to his comrades.*

"Retreat...come to my coordinates...no more will die tonight."

[Pele]

Antaios then felt his com buzz, it was from Mandalore himself this time. Maybe he was getting a pat on the back for killing this stupid hutt. he turned it no and then waited for the message.

"Retreat...come to my coordinates...no more will die tonight."

Antaios swore, they were on a role, and they had to leave. Something big must have happeened. Antaios played it again for his men to here and they nodded. Then Antaios, Jacen, Gardar, and Borton quickly left the building and ran back to base camp. They would have to wait for tomorrow.