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The sound of fusion cutters was prevalent in the silence of the ageing wreck of a Star Destroyer, predating even the start of the Galactic Civil War. No-one knew what brought it down, nor did they care. The only thing important to the team of armoured figures stripping the derelict warship was what they can take and sell... even if it's technically illegal. Watching from remains of an early generation TIE fighter, the leader, marked by a white Krayt Dragon painted on his left shoulder, pulled his helmet off to run his hand through his ragged brown hair before he looked off to the side, to the HK-51 standing next to him, a DC-17M Sniper Rifle in his metal hands. Before he could say anything, a small explosion echoed down one of long corridors and his head turned to the adjoining doorway. Quickly glancing back to his metal companion, he pulled his helmet back on.

[color=darkgoldenrod]"Stay here. I'll check it out. You make sure no-one else comes in behind me."[/color]

Sliding off of the TIE Fighter, he pulled his DE-10 out of it's holster and walked over to the corridor. Activating his helmet-mounted light, he peered into the long hallway as he crept further away from his team. The previous room was no longer in sight when a flash of greenish blue skin stopped him in his tracks. [color=darkgoldenrod][i]'Rodians?'[/i][/color] He flicked off his headlamp and activated his low-light vision. His vision was bathed in a murky green as he could make out the shapes of three armed rodians with A-280C rifles, all wearing the standard uniform for ex-rebellion soldiers and pointing their weapons in his direction. Trying his luck, the armoured man called out through the darkness.

[color=darkgoldenrod]"Stop there and let's talk. I've got a gun on you, but I'd rather avoid a firefight. What are Rebel soldiers doing in the middle of nowhere, on a wrecked Imperial ship?" [/color]

His answer came in a volley of harsh red blaster fire from all three in his direction. He quickly ducked behind a ruined doorframe and cursed under his breath. [color=darkgoldenrod][i]'Fine, have it your way...[/i][/color]. Taking a single long breath, he stepped out of the door frame and time seemed to slow as he pulled the trigger of his heavy blaster pistol. A single blue blaster shot ripped from the barrel and into the chest of the rodian in the middle, the target's heart burned away and he fell backwards. His two companions were shocked for a moment until two more bolts blasted into them, one in the neck and the other straight though his left eye and into his brain. The armoured figure didn't lower his weapon as he crept forward instead keeping it ready as he checked the corridors and hallways around the fallen bodies. 

Satisfied that he was in the clear, he turned off the night-vision and switched his headlamp back on to get a closer look at the supposed 'rebels'. Searching the bodies, he found them all to be wearing a strange patch hidden under their rebel disguises, featuring a Sando aqua-monster eating a Star Destroyer. He click his tongue and pulled out a portable holo-projector and called his robotic partner. After a few seconds, the holo-graphic image of HK-51 appeared.

[color=sienna]"Inquiry: Yes, Khyrr?"[/color]

[color=darkgoldenrod]"Get the droids to hurry up and take what we've got back to the ship. The Sando Salvage Company have decided to crash our little party. What's the score?"[/color]

[color=sienna]"Estimation: About 16k, give or take."[/color]

[color=darkgoldenrod]"That'll have to do. I'll be there in 3 minutes."[/color]

With a short glare at the three corpses, he turned and ran back the way he came in time to see the armoured figures loading pieces of scrap and more valuable salvage into a transport cart. The last pieces were stilling being tossed in as two of the figures began to push the cart. The assassin droid atop the TIE Fighter tossed him his custom built blaster rifle and within minutes, the small group of Khyrr, HK-51 and two droids in similar armour were escorting the cart with the two droids pushing it. They weaved through the derelict hallways until another group of mercenaries, humans and rodians disguised as rebels, formed to block their path.

[color=darkgoldenrod]"HK, take the droids down the connecting hallway and head for the Revenant. I'll draw the attention away and then I'll meet you where we got in. Go!"[/color]

The assassin droid didn't reply, instead just nodding his mechanical head and breaking off down the indicated hallway as Khyrr ran the other way, firing his custom blaster rifle in full-auto as he ran. Luckily, the mercenaries followed after him as planned. He slid to a stop as he entered a large room filled with what seemed to be fuel of some kind and a smirk graced his face. The mercenaries that entered the room barely had time to register the red light of a primed thermal detonator before they were consumed by an explosion of plasma. Khyrr bolted from his hiding place, running until he saw the natural light outside. He just stepped out into the open when...

A chorus of blaster safeties being disengaged stopped him in his tracks, on the edge of a makeshift landing pad. He stopped and put his hands up, hand away from the trigger of his blaster. He turned around and the leader sneered at him. 

[color=seagreen]"You've been a pain in my boss's ass for long enough, Thane. Now I get to put you down."[/color]

[color=darkgoldenrod]"You think so?"[/color]

[color=seagreen]"I [i]know[/i] so. The bosses told be about you and your tricks. You've cost me some good men back there, so now you're gonna pay..."[/color]

[color=darkgoldenrod]"Whatever your bosses told you, it obviously wasn't enough because... I'm not the one that dies here."[/color]

As he spoke, the Fury-class Interceptor rose up behind him stopping a metre above him. It hung there for a tense moment before the hextuple barrels of the Z-6 underneath the cockpit began to spin and blanketed the landing pad with blue laser bolts, a confident smirk etched onto Khyrr's face. The bolts stopped raining after a few seconds and the smoking barrels cooled as the Corellian salvager looked at all of the fallen bodies and couldn't resist a grin.

[color=darkgoldenrod]"Excellent shooting HK, Now let's get the hell out of here![/color]

The ship swung around and the cargo ramp dropped for him to board, and a few minutes later his was in the pilot's seat, helmet off as he broke though the atmosphere and set the hyperdrive to Coruscant. When he arrived however... 

[color=darkgoldenrod]"Well... Crap."[/color]