“This is fucking insane” Khallen groaned for the trillionth time.

“Shut the fuck up” Myra reflexively shot back.

“There is no way the bastards don’t look out the fucking window.” Khallen once again launched into an all too familiar rant as the 10 commandos slowly drifted towards the patrol craft. Completely exposed, the troopers had painted their armor, and the hull of the star craft completely black to increase their odds of not being seen. “The entire plan hinges off of not a single fuck looking out a damn window. This is insanity.” The laughter from the bridge crew when they first set off from the interloper told them everything they needed to know about their “camouflage.”

“Khallen. For the love of everything you hold dear. Shut. The fuck. Up.” Myra was getting sick of the back and forth. While this particular plan had certainly been one of the more insane ones Ilus had thought of, it did give them the greatest odds of success. The Hutt’s had contracted them to raid the planet in order to steal massive terraforming equipment. For what, only those ugly over-grown slugs new. It was the bounty they were after. Ilus wouldn’t stop talking about how it was the key to his idiotic master plan. Whatever the fuck that was. “Look, every time the bastard has one of these ideas they work. So shut your mouth and get ready to splice into that patroller.”

“Does the plan work, or do we make it work?” Khallen shot back.

“Both” As Myra spoke, they finally docked with the Telosian patrol craft. Not for the first time did she wonder if the motion of the ship would overcome the magnets that held them onto it. She was the first to rise and hop over to the Telosian craft. Looking down at the hollow-map projecting from her gauntlet, she found the storage area that was least likely to contain any inhabitants. “Here Khallen”

“This is fucking insane.” He muttered under his breath as he took the guided laser from his back and began cutting a hole in the craft. “One fucker. That’s all this takes for this entire thing to go tits up.”

“You’re going tits up if you don’t stop complaining.” Drell spoke up for the first time. “How many are supposed to be on board?” He turned to look at Tye as he spoke.

“No more than 40. But the planetside troopers aren’t fucking spies. Everything they were able to find is unreliable in my estimation.”

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“UnReLIaBLe iN My eSTimaTioN” Khallen mocked as he sliced a circle big enough for a person into the ship. “Im going to fucking die on a random shit-stain in space over your unreliable information. Fuck Ilus. Fuck the huts. Fuck this so-called plan. Fucker storms into our quarters with that stupid fucking look and straps us on a damn deathtrap.” Khallen continued grumbling under his breath as he worked.

“If you feel that badly about it, why are you here? Ilus gave everyone the chance to leave.” Hal spoke and stepped forward just as Khallen finished the circle to help him stomp it through.

Khallen jerked his thumb towards himself “Because I haven’t been paid in fucking years. If you think I’m walking away from all this with nothing with just my cock in one hand and a pile o shit in the other you’re crazier than Ilus. Besides, dumb fucker usually has pretty good plans.” He grabbed the blaster on his back and jumped into the ship, as soon as he moved from the entrance, he heard the thump of Hals boots as he came in after.

The commando squad needed no direction. As soon as they entered the enemy’s space, they began communicating through hand signals and motions, they were the best in the entire legion and the next few minutes displayed why.

They quickly swept the storage room and made their way into the halls where they eventually walked straight into three unsuspecting humans wearing combat armor. The fight lasted seconds, as Khallen still in the lead drew a small, beskar dagger and carved his way through the three before they had a chance to react. Hal quickly took point and moved forward, signaling to his comrades to split and head down two separate corridors. He shot one of the unsuspecting crew members in the head as they passed through an intersection. Hal and Drell held the way while the other three swept through the adjacent rooms. Meanwhile the other team made their way into the cafeteria, where they found 20 or so crew members huddled around a Dejarik table. They formed a line and proceeded to execute every being in the room before they knew what was happening. A quick sweep, and they managed to catch up with Hal as his team had finished clearing the crew quarters. As one, the continued onto the bridge killing everything that stood in their way until.

“On your fucking face.” Khallen, once more in the lead quietly slid into the room and placed the hot barrel of his blaster directly on the skin of the unsuspecting watchman. “How many on board.”

“32 we’re a half crew theres not enoughpeople to fill theranks pleasedont shoot me.” The man began sobbing uncontrollably as his lungs attempted to break free from his chest.

“Count” Myra said as she began looking through the ship’s logs. Each commando gave their kills in order to collectively count the number of crew killed.

Khallen fired his blaster into the boy’s chest. “That makes 30.”

“Could have asked about the last 2”

“Why? Poor thing was scared shitless. I helped him.” The collective troopers chuckled as Khallen stroked the boy’s hair with his blaster. “Last two probably belong to Ilus.”

Myra rolled he eyes and began broadcasting on the ships intercom system “Commander we’ve taken the bridge, launching final sweep now.” As she said that last part, she signaled Drell who responded by tapping Hal and Tye on his way out. “Loch, get on the ships surveillance systems and help them out. Khallen, see if you can find comm records, I want to know what the communication protocols are. Tyg, find out how many other patrols craft are out there.” Just as she finished giving orders Ilus spoke over their connected comms

“I’m proceeding planet side. In 30 minutes launch your attack against the other craft.” Ilus cut he transmission as his small craft launched away from the ship towards the planet.

Conflicted, Myra watched as their commander shot towards the planet as doubts began to take seed in her mind. She took a deep breath and spoke “30 minutes till contact with the enemy, find the nearest craft and send a distress signal on the mark.”