Markiplier's blaster pistol hissed with steam as the capacitors cycled through coolant at an accelerated pace. Bolts of concentrated plasma flared out dangerously, lting into several crates on the other end of the cramped street. Similar blaster fire responded in kind to his attacks, the spiked head of a Corellian Gang mber ducking behind the crates again.
"Emma, you got a grenade spare?" The beautiful strear he was asking this question to snapped the neck of a minor force sensitive gang enforcer as behind her Peter deflected blaster bolts.
"Yeah, for sure!" Going to her belt she pulled out a basic military supply grenade and lobbed it over the centre of the battlefield. Snow flickered her blade on and off within the gut of an enemy before launching her hand out at a nearby thug, lightning trembling within her hands in but an instant, the electric power display careening through the choked and claustrophobic atmosphere of Nar Shaddar.
"AHHHHHHHHHH-" The thug scread out in pain before being launched into a nearby pillar section as the dull explosion of a grenade sent the crates, that the thugs had been using as cover, flying through the air. Body parts followed the shrapnel of what was once cover, blood of blues and reds painting the entire street near the area in viscera.
Looking over his own set of cover Mark whistled appreciatively before jumping over the barricade he had hidden behind, looking around for the entrance way into the 'Maw', the underground hideout of the Eviscerator. He was a rather ruthless Corellian cri boss who had been ssing where he shouldn't have... "Peter, go with Snow and scout the entry way. Emma and Ned, you two call in so NPC backup to secure the street."
The Hyperlane Hustlers all stalked off to commit to their roles as Mark called up his local contact and asked for a temporary block on all traffic into the area. Knowing the policing force commander was certainly helpful...
"Mark! We have one hundred guards rushing over now. Not the best NPCs ever, but they will do in a pinch." Rubbing the back of his Twi'lek's neck he watched Peter and Snow turn their lightsabers on and start cutting a hole into the large gateway that stood in their way.
"Great, that'll work well. Now we just need so, hmmmm-rmmmm..." A ssage had interrupted his little speech as he looked at his data pad and watched a video of Jacksepticeye pod racing on Tattooine.
Laughter echoed through the street as Emma was doubling over and trying her best not to fall on her face. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! What the fuck was that noise Mark!?" Ned was tearing up from the supposed hilarity of the situation, his chat no doubt laughing at his expense as well... He knew his was...
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