[B][I]Twenty Minutes Later, somewhere down the mineshaft…[/I][/B]

The enforcer gauntlet struck with such an impact that stupid fucking Tierogk didn’t even have a discernible face when Kapan Nasa’Dor struck one of his hired guns across the face with his omni-tool’s most useful function. Chunks of bone fragment and blood, held together by long sinews of flesh, clung to the translucent fist that had enveloped Kapan’s. As Tierogk’s body fell with a drawn out, haunting gurgle, the enforcer gauntlet disappeared, causing the viscera that had clung to it to fall to the dirt below, suddenly taken by gravity when the surface supporting it vanished. The surrounding men didn’t say a thing, some even had the fucking decency to avert their eyes. A few sick bastards like, Johark, cradling some ugly krogan-made Striker assault rifle like he got off on this shit. It was for that reason Johark was often left in charge of managing the slaves. More than one idiot who had gotten cheeky found themselves blown apart in raged chunks from the Striker’s explosive rounds. People tended to fall in line after that, since few people tended to immediately wipe chunks of their husband or wife off their face and remain defiant.

“Let this be a lesson to the rest of you idiots! You run like cowards, you die like one!” he kicked at Tierogk’s body, causing it to shift the dirt as it rolled over. Kapan walked around, jabbing the men in the chests with the same hand that had only moments before had taken life so violently. The effect was exactly as Kapan intended; they were shitting themselves over what he’d do to them rather than what the other gang would do to them. He didn’t know who they are or what they wanted, but they were good enough to destroy most of his operation, and Kapan couldn’t figure out who would be ballsy enough to cross him. Most of the big gangs in the area left the Twin Stars to their devices, thanks largely to the monthly “tributes” Kapan started to contribute to them without being threatened first. The result was a largely peaceful little corner of Omega where most of the players played nice and let each other do business without interruption. Hell, most of the gangs in the area shared the same dock, a de facto neutral ground where nobody tried to seize control, and nobody tried to butt others out of their assigned spots. As far as Omega went, it was almost charmingly progressive.

Or it was, until some assholes decided to start a turf war. It was only four days off from their own power play, which just pissed Kapan off. The slave master crossed his arms, looking at the men around him, 15 in all, and he knew that 4 more were working on the mining operation while another 4 were watching over the slaves, who were being taken out of their cages two at a time and transferred onto a truck. 

“Okay, here’s the deal, I don’t know who’s out there, but let’s not start pointing fingers until we take them from their bodies and find out who wants a piece of our prize. We need results, because I do not need to tell you what the Blue Suns do to people who cross them, and the blue bitch they sent had the personality of, well, an asari,” a few nervous chuckles filled the crowd. Good. Break them down, build them up. That was how you did a business. Johark spat on the ground, his rifle resting between his arms on top his shoulders. “Speaking of her, think her pussy’s still good? I ain’t picky if it’s warm.” He said, finally washing away the last vestiges of fear and hesitation from the gang. They were ready to fucking fight. 

“Can’t be colder than when she was alive!” Kapan roared with fraternal glee. “Okay, settle down boys, settle down. So here’s how we do it, since none of you guys had a chance to get shit faced like the boys above, gods rest their souls, you’re actually able to fight. Johark, you take three boys and help get the slaves to the ship. You get it warmed up, but don’t you dare take off without me, got it? Good. 

“Yerg,” he jabbed his marksman with a Kishock harpoon rifle in the chest. “You take the other two snipers, go set up as far up the tunnel as you can make it while still falling back. Bleed ‘em out, draw them out, and force them to divide where the fork hits. Utan? You are going to take lead a squad, pick a second in command to lead the other. For those of you who were too busy getting blowjobs from your math teachers in school instead of lessons, two squads of four, including Utan. Set up down the forks in a kill zone, use any heavy weaponry, grenades, whatever we got down here, which ain’t much, and kill anyone who crosses your path. Snipers, keep the squads up to date.



“I’m going to take the last two guys, including myself, and go help with the bombs. We’re ahead of schedule, but we’re going to make future generations forget the Howlers were even fucking there. Okay? Get to work, boys! We can drink to our fallen lot tonight, but look at it this way, your pay cuts just increased way higher than anyone else on this rock!”

With that, Kapan lead his men down a poorly lit side tunnel while the rest of his crew began to follow orders, digging in tight.

[hider=Summary]
Twin Stars are preparing for assault from mercenary team. There are 22 men, including Kapan Nasa’Dor, that will have to be dealt with.
They are divided as follows,
-7 slavers, lead by the heavy armour and Striker armed Johark, are armed with various light weaponry and up to medium armour, no heavy weapons or snipers. They are largely dealing with the slaves, so they are distracted and trusting that their comrades keep the mercenaries off their backs. You may be able to get the drop on them.

-6 fighters, plus Kapan, are busy setting up a huge amount of explosive charges to destroy rival territory from underneath. Like the slavers, they are largely distracted and trying to finish up quick while depending on the others. Kapan is a lot more alert than the others, so he is very vigilant. Armed with heavy armour, a Locust submachine gun and biotic vanguard abilities, he is an extremely deadly combatant who you do not want to get close to.

-4 snipers, led by Yerg, have light armour and 2 Kishock sniper rifles, plus 2 other batarian made sniper rifles. They are pretty good shots thanks to years of practice and slaving raids, but they aren’t military trained. Rudimentary counter-sniper skills may work fine. 
-one squad lead by Utan are down the left fork, and are setting up a defensive position with a grenade launcher and three assault rifles. There are 4 batarians here.

-one squad is led by Utan’s second in command and have an unknown composition, they are down the right fork.

-The mine has two paths, plus a smaller foot path connecting the two further down. One ends with the bomb site, and the other ends with a vehicle similar to the technical Tanya, Serenna, and Iosif have hijacked, only with slaves chained to the back benches. The roads are wide enough for the vehicles, and have the occasional cut away to turn around where mining activity was historically done. There are some ledges and scaffolding to be aware of, as well as some crude bunkers, sand bags, and strategically piled rocks that were set up for defensive reasons long ago, just for a scenario like this. 

-While their resolve has been restored somewhat, the slavers are still shaken after the brutal execution of their friend they witnessed, who had survived the chaos above and moved to warn everyone below. They also know the vast majority of their comrades are dead, and know next to nothing of the mercenary team. 
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[B][I]At the mouth of the mineshaft…[/I][/B] 

All considered, the assault was going pretty well. Nobody was dead, a little fucked up here and there, but Tanya was overall pretty impressed with the group. Now the compound was cleared, 3 Eye and the Blue Sun cunt were in custody, and it was decided some of the team would go and secure the frigate the Twin Stars owned and take it home. Duuka, Mirage, Alex, Tia, and Marco volunteered for the assignment, the looks or radio responses evident for some of them that they were all too eager to get the fuck off Omega and away from the death trap that was calling itself a team. The team split in two, but Tanya suspected they wouldn’t see their acquaintances again. She hoped, at least, that they’d wire the funds for that job instead of screwing everyone out of a cut. There were no guarantees with anyone, hell they were still largely strangers, but there was something oddly comforting about the whole thing. It felt good to be fighting again, and Tanya wouldn’t admit it out loud, but she missed having a team.

The engineer leaned against the turret ring, looking down at the group gathered below, half of whom were watching the entrance, half were scratching up a plan in the dirt below. Tonka seemed to be taking charge of this part. [color=39b54a]“Okay, from the files Dex and Drono lifted, we have a mineshaft here that didn’t really get a good lifespan before it was shut down. About six hundred meters down, it splits into two, so we’ll have to split the team into two. I’ll take point for one, I used to be a miner so this is like stepping into a crusty ass bubble bath for me. Past that, about another 550 meters the fork ends to the right path, and it looks like there’s surface access at the end. The other side goes about 700 meters but is much more narrow at the end, like they were trying to go far, but didn’t really spread it out to look for minerals or whatever the hell they were looking for. Either way, I’ll head off that way. It sounds like that’s checkpoint central, and I’m itching to get my armour dirty.”[/color] He said, collapsing his sniper rifle and pulling the Argus free, the well-worn rifle springing to life with well-lubricated function. [color=39b54a]“So, who’s with me?”[/color]

[color=cyan]“Iosif and I seem to be a package deal here, so we’ll take this here truck down and go to the right towards the wider end, rather not find out the road’s too narrow for us to get down and find another rocket sailing up our ass. We’ll do fire support, and we can probably cover a lot of ground acting like an APC of sorts.”[/color] Tanya called down, leaning on her helmet and her hair looking even more messy and wild than usually. She took a hand and absent mindedly brushed the Mohawk into some semblance of order. She smiled at the team below. [color=cyan]”You know, I’m starting to like you guys. We still haven’t picked a name for our little team here. What do you say we pick it out over celebratory drinks tonight?”[/color]

[color=39b54a]“You humans drink way too much, but screw it. I’m in this to see this beautiful disaster fall apart, so the scary krogan will chaperone you idiots. Now, can we focus on the job?”[/color]

Shortly after, the team deployed, Tanya and Iosef in the truck, with Serena scouting ahead with her drones. The young woman cursed loudly and opened comms with the team, who were walking in formation on either side of the truck in fire teams. 

[color=hotpink]“Snipers up ahead! We round that corner, and we’re taking shots.”[/color] As if punctuating her point, a gunshot rang out loudly in the tunnels and the shimmering of her drone exploding lit up the cavernous walls ahead. Anyone who wasn’t wearing a helmet probably wish they had hearing protection at this point. [color=cyan]“Right, I don’t fancy getting my head shot off today. Who enjoys killing snipers?”[/color] Tanya asked. Tonka was already getting his Volkov sniper rifle ready, in case he needed to counter-snipe.