Shit Hits The Fan

As Jack moved, his sensors erupted with life: Humanoids 500 yards ahead and approaching with speed and ****.

He extended his left arm, getting the grappling launcher out and with a single thought had it fire. The Grapple flew and hit the tree and then immediately started to pull him up with it's engine on the end of the grappling .When he got to his vantage point, he looked and started to examine it.

Two groups of beings were in sight as he zoomed in with his suit's scoping abilities. the first beings looked to be of a 2 meter frame tall with tails. They had a females seemed to have 2 fingers, males 3. with horse-like legs an hooves for feet. humanoid throughout with skin colors of white, yellow, black, brown. They were wearing tribal attire that showed signs they were at gen two of the Alliance's policy with

The Second Group were the exact opposite. They wore Heavy jackets and chest guards and were carrying gear like elector whips (whips that attack only the pain sensors in one's body), Mark III Laser Rifles (A weapon that though outdated by 2 centuries is still very popular for it's cheapness and it's ability to stun and burn.), Sun bombs (Flash Bangs that can also kill night walkers and be a power source for others.) They were a mix of humans, Gords and Slormas with a badge on their shoulders with a black Abogronsi Skull and a halo resounding it.

"Computer, Get me Rose. Now" He ordered Immediately as he saw more laser fire go down and visual scenes of horror were preformed.

"Hakwen, I'm here. I'm examining the info as we speak."she said as his fists tightened. He was not liking this

The tribal were being wiped out left, right and center as the second group kept pushing. His suit's heightened senses were gathering both research for what was happening and what to do with it. He pushed forward as he mentally had the grappler retract. the screams were translated for help and assurance while the slavers jeered and paused, grabbing those wounded and hurt and dragging them slowly. except for one, who kept running after a female member with an obvious injury. His posture changed and he choosing load out 1

"Hawken, no. Those are Pliter Zor. They are one of the divisions working under Pirate King Kazbor The Fat. Plus reflations say-" Rose said, cut off before she could finish.

"Fuck Regulations! Fuck Kazbor, This is doing right because it's right." He shouted as he started his speed up and moved forward thanks to his flying gear, anger in his eyes.