The local Cronese were largely not inclined towards leaving anyway (or why would they protest for change?), most of them actually having jobs, houses, some of them even sitting in the Assembly. There was no widespread policy of discrimination on Caluula, and many of the more "Gentrified" Ethnic Cronese looked down on the Cronese who lived within the illegal ghettos of the Northern Cronese Quarter. A few of the Cronese hotheads would be incensed, but mostly the community as a whole didn't mind.
The airspeeder hovvered around, men with heat seeking cameras searching around for the team. That had shown signs of technology that would not be present in the large ghetto.. thus eyebrows and suspicion had been raised..
In the days riots several more Cronese had been killed for various reasons while attacking the Police Department.Added (31 Jan 2012, 7:38 AM)
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In the streets, rumours began to spread of men in uniform moving around. Assuming these were CCPD or Caluulan PDF troops, a Cronese Union leader and some time rabble rouser named "Sid 'Slasher' Me'ars" took a score of his boys around into the center of the Quarter. Following reports and pointing fingers from the locals (who after all mostly were not amazingly friendly towards men in uniform after the massacre), Sid and his boys managed to track down the Cronese Special Forces boys in an alleyway.
Throwing a bottle down the alley they were moving down Sid would give a shout "Oi! Hogs! Come out and surrender or the next one of those bottles is going to be filled with fuel" the boys would give a laugh at that, "Gunna have a hog roast ent we boss?" one of the skinny youths quipped causing another rumble of laughter.
They weren't the best armed, between the tweny of them they had two hunting blasters, a DC-15a and a blaster pistol. The rest of the men were armed with a variety of meathooks, bricks in sacks, firebombs, knives and wrenches. These were some of the "hard-core" of the Cronese rioters, most now wanted men who had no option to surrender, having killed pigs before.
"Cummin' out?" Sid would yell, pulling his lighter from his pocket, pulling a bottle from his scruffy jacket filled with speeder fuel, unscrewing the cap and stuffing an oily rag into the top, clicking the lighter to try and get a flame going. For none of these men, even Sid, realised that these were their friends or allies, just that they were in uniform - the only people in uniform they'd had relations with thus far had been cops or soldiers.
