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It was a good time for Raze, wars were spanning systems, the whole galaxy it seemed, and he was getting paid hand over fist. Yes, it was a good time to be a mercenary, especially one who was good at his job and enjoyed it so very much. What he didn't enjoy was being in drop ships, there were always soldiers that were technically on 'his side' that he wasn't supposed to kill.
"Two minutes till infiltration point. Good…luck?" Raze just glared at the officer who was his current employer, a lieutenant or something, it didn't matter, they never sent in soldiers with Raze, he worked best when alone.
"Sure you can pull this off, short stuff?" one of the grunts asked, jokingly, only to be hushed up quickly by his fellow soldiers. Raze could hear them whispering. "Do you want to die?" "Don't you know who he is?" "Don't you know what he is?"
Raze turned to the offending soldier and gave him a toothy grin, tightening his grip on his axe, "I don't see why not. After all," Raze buried the axe blade deep in the soldier's chest, "The enemy reaches all the way to the ground."
"We're at the drop point." The radio crackled. Raze yanked his axe out of the corpse, heading for the hatch. Just because he wasn't supposed to kill 'his' soldiers didn't really stop him from doing it. Opening the hatch he felt the sudden rush of air try to suck him out prematurely, quickly securing his axe and blaster so they wouldn't come loose, he peered down at his target, a warship gently cruising through the planet's atmosphere.
He did a final check in the fall pack they'd given him, its jets couldn't lift him up, but it slow his descent so he wouldn't be a smear on the warship's hull. Taking a breath, raze jumped out of the drop ship, and saw it flee as soon as he was clear. Now came the tricky part. At one hundred above the ship he activated the fall pack, slowing him so that he landed with a hard thud instead of a splat. Raze looked across the hull quickly hoping to find a nearby emergency hatch and was surprised to see one not but twenty feet to his left.
Quickly making his way inside, and replacing the hatch, he peered out into the corridor he had just crawled into, and somewhat disappointed at not seeing anyone, stepped fully into the hallway, axe in hand, and reflected on his orders.
Raze had been told to simply secure the ship and get it to the rendezvous point. He wasn't sure what his employer had meant by secure, so he fell back on his own definition and started searching for enemy soldiers. It took him a minute and a half to come across his first target, and was slightly disappointed to see it was a battle droid, he preferred real victims to mechanical ones, but it was still satisfying to hear the crunch as his axe fell the bot.
For nearly twenty minutes Raze smashed all the battle droids he came across, until he finally heard the intruder alarm go off. Raze grinned, he wouldn't have to search anymore. Pulling out his blaster Raze prepared for the waves of robots and headed for the bridge. In the first five minutes of his walk to the bridge he had already matched his kill count for the first twenty minutes, and continued his mechanical slaughter stealing the droids' ammo as he went.
Another ten minutes of searching had him standing in front of the door to the bridge, sealed tight against the intruder. Raze thought for a moment before searching one of the droids that littered the corridor. Not finding anything on them, he started to tear apart the droids, this time with his hands, and not causing any damage to the parts. A few minutes later he had a jury-rigged explosive, which was just waiting to blow open the door to the bridge.
Ducking around a nearby corridor he detonated his makeshift bomb, and smiled at the result. The door was gone, as well as part of the walls, and he'd inadvertently created a smokescreen. Blaster and axe in hand, he stepped through the smoke and quickly dispatched three soldiers on the bridge before they could react. Raze was happy to note that these were flesh and blood soldiers instead of the bots he'd been smashing.
One soldier was paralyzed with fear at the sight of Raze, his mouth working to form words that weren't coming, until he finally cried out a word that tended to strike fear in almost every soldier in the galaxy.
"LOMBAX!"
