Somewhere in Gia Panta.
He was a veteran solider and therefore knew the value of patience, but this was really starting to piss him off. But its not like he could do anything about it really. He had equipped mostly pistols, and had decided against taking his DL-9 Rifle. Still though, he might be able to unload enough lead down there that he could kill one of them, and possibly wound two. Then again, his- Lord Frosthem's agent was below, and Parnex or not, he'd rather not risk shooting a member on his team.
The computer in his armor showed the statistical data of what would happen if he attempted a number of options. So far, shooting would only result in a 36% chance of killing someone, and a 76% chance in actually wounding at least two of them. Chances of hitting or killing the demi-god was the highest, since she was the closet to him. That didn't please him to much. His armor contained enough fire power to level city blocks, enough to face a division and win. Hell, he was confident enough that he could take on a Undead and win.
But he couldn't do anything. Just be support.
Absently, he begun to hum a battle song and gently fiddled with the golden locket wrapped around his right hand...
Somewhere in Gia Panta, fighting Dan.
She simply smiled, somewhat... annoyed perhaps? or maybe disappointed, but there was defiantly a hint of satisfaction in regards to Dan's comments. Still though, the Captain remained quite, not bothering to reply.
She was about to step out a lunge at Dan. That move would have definitely have saved him a lot of trouble. But at the last second, she spotted the grenade. There was just enough time for her to step back into the protection of the alleyway before it blew up. Small fragments of stone and shrapnel exploded in a thunderous boom. A few of the pieces managed to bounce off the walls and down her alleyway, but they just nicked the armor. A thick dust clouded the intersection, but it wouldn't last too long with all of this rain coming down.
Sylvanas lunged at Dan while the dust was still present, the short blade was now held in a reversed grip. That style was more defensive orientated and demanded a lot of speed and flexibility, but it used quick and aggressive attacks.
The blade was now moving right for Dan's head...
Sons of Kings: 5th Branch. Highlander Chapter. Broken Tip Clan.
The Sons of Kings Gang could and is considered by many to be your typical gang. However, it was so much more and so badly underestimated by its critics. This gang is unique in that it is the current supplier of arms and other items to the rebel faction known as the Indolentia, but it also played Imperial Counter Terrorism like a fiddle. It also had many different faces as well as activities. Some elements of it was little more than street thugs, while the higher parts of it had the art of a well organized mafia. It was divided into branches, chapters, castles, forts, and clans. It dealt in everything from arms to drugs, prostitutes to art. You need it, they could get it.
Such reputation of service had made the Sons of Kings the MVP player of the black market.
The Highlander Chapter dealt in many things, but mostly in drug smuggling, and kidnapping. The Broken Tip Clan was a deceiving name, in now way was it broken, but one of the best protection and recovery teams the Highlanders had to offer. That's why the King of the Highlanders sent them to recover a stash of goods in the area that the 501st and the Demi-God, Ivy, were currently in.
Derek, the elven leader of this group, knew he had roughly 20-25 individuals with him. He'd taken his best and they were all armed in a variety of ways to suit their role. Some wore stole armor and hefted assault rifles with grenade launchers, plus red dots, and some kind of side arm. Others wore no or light armor and used SMG's or pistols. But all of them had backpacks and duffel bags to move the stash back to the castle.
"Damn," said a gang member behind him. "Wat the fuck s up with all this damn rain, man?"
"Stop your bitching," he said back. "The King said move the stash, so we go'n move it."
"Com on dog," said another one. "Them stupid ass Grims wouldn't be able to pull their own heads out of their asses."
"Hell bro," whispered another, but was significantly larger than the rest. "It ain't them damn Grims you should worry about, them 501st are operating around here. Some deep shit goin on."
"Enough," said Derek. Stopping at a door to a large warehouse, and entered in the code. The door swung open. It was different from the others, it was kept in great condition and managed very well by its well paid elderly custodian. Inside was nearly empty, a few crates and a hover-truck, but what interested him was the compartments hidden in the middle that lead to a secert celler full of drugs, money, and a few other items.
"Well fuck me side ways," said the big man. "This be a nice pad to chill Der."
"Marcus, Haleo," he said to two men dressed in street clothes and ponchos, each wore a white hat with a crown on the front and matching arm bands.. "You two guard the door, everyone else inside and load up."
Little did they know, the pair known as Jazz and Jessica was very close to them...