Typho slowly slammed a fresh clip of special 7.62x51mm NATO bullets into his Eradicator XT-750S Blaster Rifle, releasing the blaster bolt cartridge from its holder. The Eradicator Blasters were unique in the fact that they were able to utilise metal rounds as well as blaster bolts. The 7.62x51mm NATO rounds would leave huge holes in their enemies' bodies, and even larger exit wounds.

The Commander looked over to Scynthe, as he pulled the slide on the rifle back, signifying that the weapon was ready for action.

"We go loud, weapons free. Give them no time to prepare. We'll be outnumbered, so we need the element of surprise assault with us, otherwise they might be able to get a defensive position set up before we create a breach. Let's do this, brother. You take left flank, I take right. Move."

Scynthe smiled to himself as he heard the Grey Vigo's words. Leave it to a trooper to go in guns blazing he chuckled as he gripped his pistol. Still, you couldn't argue with the man's logic, and Scynthe enjoyed a good bloodbath now and again. He looked over at his comrade.

"See you on the other side, brother."

And with that, Scynthe quickly moved toward the main entrance alongside his comrade, weapons ready, mind steeled, eyes cold.

The Commander walked up to the large Cantina entrance, where two Aqualish bouncers were situated, stun sticks grasped in their hands. Typho opened a secure comm channel in his helmet, so that only Scynthe would be able to hear what he said.

"Take the one on the right down. No noise. Aim for the head."

Typho didn't even bat an eyelid, or so much as hesitate over what he was about to do; he was too far down the path of a killer to care. Without warning, and with a cold, hard, emotionless precision, the Commander raised his XT-750S Blaster Rifle, aimed it at the Aqualish bouncer's head, and fired off a single round, which entered straight between the alien's eyes, and coming out through a large hole in the back of its skull. Knowing that Scynthe had the other one covered, Typho kept moving, stepping over the Aqualish's unmoving body and into the Cantina.

Scynthe watched Typho shoot the first bouncer with cold accuracy as the body quickly fell in front of him. The opposite bouncer grunted in alarm and looked at Scynthe with fear in his eyes. He was greeted with the view of a pistol barrel, and he too soon had a clean hole between his eyes as he fell on top of his partner. Scynthe too kept moving forward, stepping over the lifeless bodies. Scynthe knew as soon as they entered the cantina that those two were only the beginning. There was a job to be done- and Scynthe and Typho would get it done, no matter what the cost of life.

The Commander stepped inside the Cantina, quickly scanning the environment. All manner of aliens and humans inhabited the smoke-filled, loud, stinking establishment. A circular shaped bar was situated in middle of the Cantina, with three Twi'lek dancers spinning around erotically on a raised podium in the center of it. All manners of shaped and sized tables were sprawled around the building, with drinks of every colour imaginable standing on them, their owners talking or playing Pazaak.

Typho finished viewing the establishments, and instantly took up the common, half-crouched, half-standing combat position, Assault Rifle already shouldered. No doubt many, or all of the inhabitants here would be armed, and the Commander cared not which were which. They all were in the two GTC agents' way, and therefore would have to be eradicated.

With an uncaring, murderous calm around him, Typho opened fire, spraying bullets in every direction, shattering glasses and ripping into the drinkers, blood spurting out and covering the walls and tables in all sorts of shades of red, blue and black. Already a dozen individuals were sprawled across tables, chairs and the bloody Cantina floor, their bodies shaking, twitching, or otherwise deathly still. More and more inhabitants were being flung backwards or sideways, 7.62x51mm NATO rounds smashing into their largely unprotected limbs and torsos.

Scynthe quickly scanned the environment, pistol in hand, before the inevitable chaos erupted. Sure enough, a few seconds later, glass, booze, and blood was flying in all directions as Typho's blaster fire lit up the entire cantina. Scynthe immediately scanned the shattered environment for those who had thusfar missed the deadly barrage and were preparing to fight back. Two rodians in the far left had flipped a table for protection and were preparing to fire back. Scynthe quickly leveled his pistol and fired two shots as they peeked over the cover to aim. Both fell back behind the table, dead.

Scynthe continued firing accurate shots an nearly everything he saw move, ensuring that they wouldn't move again. Between the two hunters, most didn't stand a fighting chance. Scynthe noticed a few armed Bothans retreat through a hallway in the back of the bar. He knew the scum now lying dead were merely distractions to Ma'atho and his gang, who were likely preparing further inside. Yes, despite the incredible mess now laying before them, the blood-spilling had just begun.

The Commander surveyed the massacre, his cold blues eyes and battle-scarred face emotionless behind the combat helmet. Dozens had been slaughtered, many with drinks in their hands or to their face, and had been unable to even react before they were gunned down. It meant nothing to the brutal, ruthless criminals, and the two men began slowly walking forward, undisturbed by the carnage that they had just wrought. Not even the dancers had survived, their bodies lying where they had, up until barely a few moments ago, been lively and active, their now-still hips swaying as they danced.

Typho smiled cruelly, thinking it ironic that these smooth, sexy females, who probably had never even touched a weapon in their lives, had been so carelessly and thoughtlessly murdered in cold blood. It was irrelevant to the Hunter and the Soldier, their minds only on their mission. The Commander stepped over the body of a Weequay, its lower half covered by a table that had been overturned. It looked dead, but as Typho passed it, it opened its eyes, and reached out, its hand fastening around Typho's armoured ankle.

It was unarmed and unable to move its legs, but the fact that it had impeded Typho in his mission was enough to warrant its death. The Commander lashed out, his foot smashing the protected boot into its nose. Blood spurted out from the shattered bone, and it loosened its grip on his ankle. The Commander looked down, before slamming a fresh clip of bullets into his XM8 Assault Rifle and firing a single round into the alien's head, another wave of blood splattering out and coating the lower half of Typho's leg. A large, gaping hole appeared on the Weequay's craggy face, and it fell back, very much dead.

Without so much as a hesitation, the Commander turned away from the bloody scene, and marched forward towards the hallway, intent on following the Bothans.

The massacre had been as thorough as one could be. Death, along with the scent of blood and alcohol, filled the air around the two assassins as they walked over bodies and pools of red, sticky liquid. Scynthe grinned at the pathetic plea from the weequay as he unwittingly signed his own death warrant. The two harbingers of death were on a mission, and absolutely no one or no thing would get in their way.

Scynthe and Typho eventually waded through the carnage they'd caused and arrived at the hallway. Ten feet down the hall, there was a closed door on either side. Further down, the hallway ended in a single doorway, also closed off by a sealed entrance. Scynthe quickly surveyed the situation and turned to his partner.

"Let me guess, brother. You take the right, I take the left?"

Typho double checked his Assault Rifle, removing the clip, then slamming it back into place, to make sure it wasn't jammed or empty. he pulled the slide back, his gaze moving up to face Scynthe, a half-smile forming behind his helmet and he nodded.

"You know me too well, my brother. Rules of engagement are Weapons Free. Give them no warning or chance to surrender. All contacts are hostile... Let's do this."

The Commander lightly punched Scynthe on the arm, hoisted his XM8 Assault Rifle to his shoulder, and slowly moved forward towards his current objective.Typho held his body in a half-crouch/half-straight position, giving himself a more accurate aim, and protecting his body more, at the negative effect of moving more slowly. However, in this situation, that was more of an advantage.

Typho soon reached his door, situated on the right side of the corridor, and check its locking mechanism; it was deadlocked. All of the Cantina doors were hooked up to one single Command Terminal, and if that had been set to deadlock, then every Cantina door would be as well. The Commander opened a secure comm channel into Scynthe's comm unit, and began a transmission.

"Brother, they've put the place into lock down. We'll have to proceed using explosives."

Typho reached into his utility belt and retrieved a Breaching Charge, which would blow a door off its hinges as well as simultaneously blinding any hostiles hiding behind it. The Commander quickly latched it onto the door, and stood back, off to the side, and pressed down on his detonator command control. A deafening explosion ensued, causing smoke to billow out. Before it cleared and gave any hostile behind the one intact door to recover, Typho charged into the branched off corridor, his rifle blazing.