An Eye for an Eye will Cost you an Arm and a Leg [Ask]

[Zambrano the Starweird]

"AAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGAAAAA!"​

An unholy roar shook the foundation of reality within the Yuuzhan Vong Warship, there was no pain in the voice, there was no suffering. It was fear, it was agony. Trillions of unseen insectoid arachnids crawled upon the fleshy surface of the walls and floors and ceilings. Spires of the vile creatures stood against the floor, a swarm of death-like things infesting the empty void like maggots to corpses, enveloping the whole of the emptiness. They rushed to and from, a wave of horror passing through the dead eyes of some monstrous diseased form, incapable of interacting with its environment beyond its incessant screeching, the dread power nestled within its mind, painfully stretched in every direction to end the horrors.

Dreaded whisperings reached his ears like wasps lacerating the inner workings of his ears; there was nothing but madness. They denied him his shroud, which hid the alien exoskeletons of his mental terrors. The fear, it has overwhelmed him... the not knowing... the lack of sensation which kept him in any reasonable state. The inability to reach out and feel the pulsating gushing flesh of crushed bugs or torn bicep.

They tried to latch onto the stubs of his arms, cutting through his flesh with their insidious fangs, attempting to inject him with their thousands of hatchlings all along the remains of his arms. The pathetic maggots clawed at the wounds of his eyes as well, trying to puncture through the soft flesh to lay their eggs on top of his twisted mind. He killed them all though, creating those mental spears and whips which punished anything that dared approaching him, the villainous lacerations he placed upon those desperate approaches fell entire columns of the dread horrors.

Zambrano the Hutt had lost any rationality to fear, panic, and delusion... no longer was there anything to sooth him, and his disease prevented his full recovery, which had been expected out of him by the Directory. They tried to replace the missing items of flesh with cybernetic detailing... but at any moment that a technician attempt to approach him, he would require whispers from Captain Slika. However, soon even that would no longer be viable, as when the metal syringe intended to sedate him for the procedures he would lash out, writhe, and swing his armless weight around. Incredible hallucinations and debilitating visions would then plague those near him for the span of many dozens of seconds, rending them into a similar state that debilitated the Warlord. Eventually, sedation did not seem to be an option, and when they clamped him down to continue the procedures anyway, the surgeons would find an unruly, uncompromising force that would eventually tear out their progress through the force, and strangle them all to death with nothing but his screaming mind.

It was time for a solution.

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An assembly of five men and a woman convene through a holocall, and Captain Slika appears sleepless, bloody, and irrate.

"The bloody fool has been screaming for the past seven hours! I can't take it any more! Whatever horrors that fill his mind, are beyond us to deal with! Trust me, I know! The damn thing won't accept anything close to him, and machines drive him only more towards madness... if such a thing were possible!"

"Captain Slika, I would suggest maintain a more militant composure, you are not among friends." Admiral Thetsh chided the sleep deprived Captain.

"I will take whatever bloody composure I'd like Admiral! The only binding factor of your little operations that you're pretending about here is the tactical advantage that monster presents to us, and the last seven hours have proven to me that any semblance of control over that thing either never existed, or not longer exists! It's a lost cause! We've tried everything: we've sent it away into Hutt space to kill a random Hutt, and it did nothing to sooth his nerves, we've tried to keep it under a cognition hood for as long as possible until he started to destroy things on sight out of fear of his 'spiders', and we've tried to sedate the mass of lard for cybernetic to treat his anxiety by replacing his missing sensations! Nothing works!" The Captain slammed his hand into the control panel.

All the while the Captain raved about their failures, an aid of Commodore Vun briefly appeared in the call, handing her a datapad. It could be seen that the woman quickly absorbed the information present on the device, though her face held no hint of emotion. The Rear Admiral did his best to soothe and encourage the Captain into a more agreeable state, while the Vice Admiral continued to chide him of his lack of military conduct. The Admiral was simply silent, and took notice of the Commodores silent examination of her device.

"Gentlemen, if I could have your attention." Her eyes lifted from her datapad as she set it down. "I have come to a conclusion that cybernetics had never been a good idea for our dear friend the Hutt; if his flagship is of any indication, our Warlord as an odd obsession for the flesh and bone, not at all dissimilar to the Yuuzhan Vong of old. Given our alliance with the One Sith and the predilection to use biotechnology of that variety, we have amassed a list through our intelligence organizations of any noteworthy and outstanding Yuuzhan Vong Shapers that they know about. I had an aid scour those records for any missing Shapers, and it appears the search was fruitful." Off screen, the Commodore pressed a button, and the sound of a new hologram coming filled the room as the center console projected an enlarged face donning the appearance of a Yuuzhan Vong.

"This is Uvek Tar, a former Master Shaper of the One Sith, who went missing some time after the Netherworld Crisis, after an elaborate and violent escape he's had a bounty on his recovery ever since. Additionally, with the dissolution of the Imperial Remnants control over their worlds following the crisis, I've had mixed reports of a vong migrant, a scientist I believe they labeled them, and shipped him off to a planet by the name of Kad V. It's a dangerous jungle world that the Remnant had been researching since their occupation there following the I.R.I.S. Station Massacre. We have good reason to believe that there is a connection here.

"I suggest we send one of our agents to investigate this target, and retrieve him for ourselves, in order to gain relevant biots for our Warlord."

"Very well, it seems to be a sound enough plan, near as I can tell given our circumstances. An investigation at least, shall turn up some interesting information. I'll send an order through the grapevine to find a willing candidate to take the task."

"Then we're adjourned?" Captain Slika said hunched over a table. The Admiral nodded, and the holographic lights died away into darkness.

Spoiler: OOC

Sorry about the length, let me know if you need help or clarification!

[member="Xilo Gale"]

 

[Xilo Gale]

Standing inside the transport Xilo set about busying himself to prepare for what was to come. He had no true clue what awaited him, but he couldn't wait for the challenge. His left hand shook with excitement while he tried to hold the datapad steady in it and read reports on the planet he was visiting.Those sickly yellow eyes were glue to the screen through the shroud of white hair that Xilo had been letting grow out. Kad V, a planet that there wasn't much known about. Even with hours spent scouring information from the Sith and Primeval, Xilo still hadn't came up with to much knowledge on the planet. He did know that the atmosphere was lethal and had came prepared with a gas mask, but not much else in terms of armor. He had yet to find some that he could use his cybernetic arm to its full capability in. Instead he wore black Sith robes. Xilo's main asset was his speed, real armor would do nothing but slow him down and make him less flexible.

Finally dropping the datapad and standing to his feet Xilo prepared himself. The transport had been on Kad V for a few hours, but Xilo had wanted to assure that he was prepared for the mission... A mission that seemed to have been avoided by the sane members of the Primeval, but no one ever said Xilo was sane. Strapped across his back was Xilo's Tsaisi Magnus, a weapon he had made a great bond with over the time he had spent with the Sith. While on his hips sat a simple utility belt, but clipped to it were two lightsabers and his Blaster pistol that he had gained after fighting in the war for Manann. Finally it was time, he had everything he needed. So he stood at the door to the transport and strapped on his breathing mask. Sliding open with a hiss the door to the transport opened and Xilo took his first steps onto the planet of Kad V.

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

No one would welcome [member="Xilo Gale"] on the other side of the shuttle door. The Primeval had set a rendezvous point for the shuttle's landing to be roughly a kilometer away from what appeared to be a heavily fortified compound, with some sort of gated settlement surrounding it. It was a dangerous move, but hopefully no Kadian Dalek Beasts would be in the area to think he looked tasty... and hopefully he was intruding on any of their territories. The reason behind this in a sense, to avoid appearing as an outsider, and to lessen the chance they would like to shoot them down (a very real possibility considering the aerial defenses of the old garrison).

Jungle sounds would echo and fill the ears of the young Primeval Sith Acolyte, alien sounds of strange birds, tendriled burrowers, and even moving trees. This din could be heard, even over his breathing mask, and the pulsating heart of the world could be sensed through every living thing... well, almost every living thing.

The very small clearing here, did not seem to have any particular path that could be travelled in order to reach the compound, but the small bustling community not so far away could be used to guide him there... or if not, if he climbed up a tree he could see the compound.

 

[Xilo Gale]

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

With the near silent welcoming besides the sounds of nature Xilo stepped out of the ship completely letting the door slid shut behind him. There was something unsettling about the planet, and it wasn't just the heat that bombarded Xilo. BEads of sweat beaded up on his forehead before retreating down his obsidian skin his eyes completely scanning the environment ensuring there were no surprises. Taking a few extra precautions Xilo activated his Stowaway Node more so to conceal his own presence, but also so he could be aware of any lifeforms approaching him.

Xilo's next action was an obvious anyone not wanting to be spotted would take. He ran towards the nearest tree planting his foot against the solid trunk and pushing himself up. His right arm would come around digging into the bark of the tree before his left would come around to hang onto a branch. His cybernetic right arm would be used to carry a majority of his weight while the left was to keep him balanced. Slowly making his way through the leaves of the tree Xilo attempted to make as little sound as possible till his head broke free and he could see the compound. With the way his head poked out the top of the leaves it looked like Xilo was a child playing Hide and Seek.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

[member="Xilo Gale"] Stowaway Node would immediately detect a few large lifeforms, but if he was careful and curbed his recklessness, would be able to easily avoid their attention. These large lifeforms were, of course, the infamous Dalek Beasts. These vile creatures had decided to start camping out near the huge compound, despite the dangerous energy fences and other defensible fortifications. They were not too large however, and were fairly young and small, no more than a meter and a half or so tall with incomplete skeletons.

Luckily, climbing the tree did not disturb anything, due to his sounds being dampened by his cybernetics. A small bird would fly away at the sight of him though, possibly alerting him to other animals, though nothing large yet. The orange sun glared down on the jungle world, with a sky obscured by a large belt of massive asteroids. The compound appeared to be resting in a small valley, protected on either side by large hills.

It would likely take around ten to fifteen minutes to reach the front gates at a walk, depending on how much foliage Xilo would have to cut through, or if he has to face any monsters or mysteries. Once he arrived at the gates, he would be met with an energy field, and two towers with guards. Inside the gates, a small village of scientists and farmers and old veterans would be found. The compound however, was like the kingdom's castle, the keep perhaps one could say, while the rest was peasantry. In reality, this was merely where they all worked to better understand their environment and make due with what they've been given. The people would be suspicious of Xilo, but if he came up with a reasonable excuse, like being stranded here (a likely probability), they would probably welcome him. They'll ask for his profession, and may sneer at him if he said anything other than scientists, farmer, or engineer. Soldiers would be welcomed to, but it would raise greater suspicion.

 

[Xilo Gale]

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

Noticing the large life forms that the stowaway node picked up Xilo cursed himself, depending on how strong they were his work may be cut out for him. Yet continuing on with his examination Xilo took note of how well constructed the compound was and the highly defensible position it was in. The hills would protect it from flanks from both the west and east which effectively meant that the guards could focus on the front and back of the facility. Whoever had built the compound had thought it out what they wanted. Climbing back down the tree slower then he had ascended Xilo took off in a light job towards the compound. The thick brushes of the trees reached out trying to grab him but Xilo would use his Tsaisi Magnus to cut through the limbs and bushes that threw themselves before him. He didn't want to draw to much attention so he slowed down just a bit not wanting to attract the attention of whatever the node had picked up.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

[member="Xilo Gale"]'s movements through the jungle went for the most part, relatively unnoticed. His jogging noises were slightly muffled by the Stowaway Node, but his slashing through the forest were not as quite. A young Dalek Beast would feel the vibrations through the air and ground as it hid in a large burrow beneath a tree with its black tendrils stretched out across the ground, begging to be stepped on. The Sith Acolyte was entering the creature's territory on his approach. It was only about a meter tall, and had enveloped its flesh around the bones of a few four legged creature... and it actually had five legish-limbs in total: three in the front, two in the back.

One tendril also had enveloped a rock for bludgeon damage.

As Xilo passed by, only a few dozen meters away from the front gates of the compound, the creature crawled out of its burrow, sucking in its various tendrils into its body, wrapping itself up as it began to stalk the man. A quiet gurgle of its acidic saliva in its maw could almost give it away, and it's clumsy pitter patter of its various mismatched feet.

A much larger Dalek beast though was four dozen meters to the right of Xilo though, so he had to be careful about engaging this small creature, it might be wiser to just keep moving on, until hopefully the runt would give up trying to stalk him.

If Xilo popped out of the jungle into the clearing right before the compound, being followed by a Dalek, they would likely protect him... and it may gain him a degree of trust among the soldiers if something similar to this occurred.

 

[Xilo Gale]

The gurgle that the beast had made hadn't been noticed by Xilo one bit, but what was noticed was the slight pitter patter of the beast walking. It wasn't raining so something had to be following him. The stowaway node even picked up the lifeform, so Xilo sped up his jog just a bit. He knew that turning and engaging the beast would probably be a challenge and he couldn't risk being injured or expending energy this early into the mission. If he had to fight all the creatures on the planet and all the guards it would probably end up as nothing but one large problem and would possibly lead to a failure of the mission. Xilo took all his options that were laid before him examining each closely, while daring to not look behind at the beast coming towards him. So he decided on the simplest thing, let the guards of the facility take care of the beast. It would probably make a much better scene. Picking up the pace Xilo ran through the underbrush crossing the distance between him and the facility. Along the way letting his hair mess itself up and even putting on a wild look on his face. One of fear. As he exited the underbrush Xilo made a little show of stumbling a bit before running towards the facility casting a feigned fearful glance back at the beast following him. Though inside his head he was giggling like a little boy.

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

As [member="Xilo Gale"] made his approach like a mad man, two guards up high in the towers took notice to his movements moments before his appearance out into the clearing.

"Halt!" They yelled, point their blasters at him. These weren't any green horns either, all the military men on this planet were veterans to the jungle world, and have been living her on the edge for six whole years. If they told you to halt, they expected that you damned well halted, or you'd get blasted. It was standard procedure.

"Stranger, I said halt!" One of them yelled again, ensuring that this time he was clear and forthright as he pressed the rifle to his shoulder and took aim. That's when he saw a second form disrupting the foliage. Was this an attack? He wanted silently... until finally he recognized it and his eyes went wide. Almost dropping his gun, he rushed to the gate controls, and slammed down on the lever, deactivating the outer fence gate between the two towers.

"Dalek beast!" The other guard said, as he opened fire on the runtish critter, hearing it squeak its dreaded gurgled name as it trailed behind Xilo. "Get into the garrison!" He ordered the stranger.

Once Xilo reached the compound, and got passed the deactivated first gate, the other guard would reactivate the shield. He'd then assist the other guard in warding away or killing the beast on the outside. They were resilient little karkers, and would do what they could to get past the gates.

He even heard of stories from other guards late at night who swore they saw Dalek's throwing themselves onto the walls to let others climb above them to reach the top of the walls. A similar story existed where it was animal carcasses, and maybe one or two daleks climbing over them, displaying some level of hostile intelligence. More stories still, say that some used stranded people to try and climb over the walls. However, the most sensible story is that a group of guards overreacted to a Dalek attempting to jump over the wall with a downed tree it had dragged over to climb and get at the guards.

That's why he had to go out there every week to clear out or take in any long logs, and to cut off any dead ones from the trees, probably.

Damn that job to hell.

Once Xilo was inside, the guards would search him and question him. While they took care of the runt until it ran away, it would be a good idea if he came up with a nice sounding story to tell the guardsmen.

 

[Xilo Gale]

The voice could be heard, but Xilo doubted they would fire upon him, especially after they saw what was chasing him. At least he hoped not, who knew how trigger happy the guards were. Looking up Xilo saw one of the men shouldering the rifle and aiming. They were insane! They would really fire upon someone running from a wild beast? What had the people on this planet been through? Preparing to drop the act and draw his saber, Xilo was granted a brief reprieve as the creature exploded out behind him drawing the attention of the guards and removing the current suspicion about him.

Following the orders Xilo ran through where the shield had once been then soon after it went right back up. Casting a last look back at the beast a hint of a smile touched his lips.The beast had helped him get into the facility, it had been a mere stepping stool for him. Such was the task of the weak... To empower the strong. Turning his back and continuing on to the Garrison Xilo smoothed out his white hair and let the guards search him. "If I had known that this place was so dangerous I would have never landed here. My ships hyperdrive wouldn't activate and I needed to get it fixed." Keeping up the act of a disheveled person Xilo's eyes darted around and he bit his bottom lip. If the guards found his lightsabers and activated them all they would find is one blade to be blue and the other green. Hopefully they didn't but if they did maybe they'd assume he was a jedi. It would explain why he was scared of the beast as a Sith would never hesitate to cut it down.

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

"Ha, you landed here on purpose?" One of the guards said as they approached with their rifles in hand.

"Nah, didn't you hear him? His ship's broke." The other said, setting his rifle onto a repulsorlift that he brought out for any necessary confiscation. He then looked at Xilo, and directed his attention to him. The man was certainly older, and carrying a large degree of strength in his figure. The sweat and grime of the planet almost practically coated him. "Before you enter the garrison we are going to temporarily confiscate anything on your person for analysis. Do you understand and comply?"

"Ship's broke? We have a landing pad you know..." The gruff one said, rifle still in hand. "You will state your identification now, along with any occupational qualifications." This obviously a routine for them. They weren't exactly the greatest welcoming committee, but it was as kind as it got here on this feral world. "Nationality information is optional, but advised, though we can understand and relate should you choose to keep it to yourself. You, at present, hold that sole right."

As the older one began to look over [member="Xilo Gale"], he immediately noticed something odd... and no, it wasn't his lightsabers, of which he wasn't personally familiar with. No it was his Tsais Magnus... he didn't recognize it, but it was certainly a strange thing to behold.

"What in the world is that?" He asked reaching out to take it.

 

[Xilo Gale]

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

Looking around the garrison for any cameras just in case he had to engage the guards Xilo kept his head still but let his eyes wander. "I would like to thank you very much for your assistance, and sadly I didn't know about the landing pad." CAsting a feigned look of fear back the way he had come Xilo swallowed. "I don't think I want to go back out there though." Inside Xilo was truly tired of his helpless act, but he must keep up the charade just in case.

"My name is Xilo Gale, I am a entrepreneur who owns exactly three percent in the company Blas-Tech. I am from Naboo. My father was a scientist in fact." To many other entrepreneurs hearing only three percent would probably gain Xilo nothing but scoffs. But with it being Blas-tech he would get loads more attention with it being a company that spanned the galaxy. If they really went and looked him up thats all they would truly find besides his schooling on Coruscant. Nothing on his history of being with the Sith or Primeval. It would maybe help his act of being a scared punk as well.

When the other guard asked about his sword time seemed to freeze for a second. Xilo had almost forgotten about it as he was so used to it. Coming up with a lie on the fly to explain the items in his possesion Xilo spoke. "Oh this? Well... I was out and bought these from a contact of mines. Everything on me in fact, I am quite the collector. Couldn't risk leaving these on the ship. I spent a fortune on them. But the sword no one else can touch. If I had a choice I would more then let you, but if someone besides me touches it, it will die. Very expensive and a piece of Vong tech that I would like to ensure didn't become useless. I will put it wherever you want."

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

"Vong, eh?" The guardsman said, retracting his probing hand from the blade. He took the cylinders around his waist though, which he assumed were some sort of collectable or something given his story, along with his blaster and other miscellaneous equipment. Knick-knacks certainly made sense for an entrepreneur, and entrepreneurs were certainly welcomed in the culture of Kad V residents.

"I know a vong. Some crazy former empire cook. Doesn't socialize much; I think he goes by Tar, right?" The gruff one scratched his head, and shrugged.

"I think so. I hear that he hates everyone. Who knows with these scientist types, right? Anyway, keep your sword, wouldn't want us accidentally killing your fortune... 'sides, what's that, next to a well calibrated automatic blaster?" The old one chuckled, as he scooted off the rest of Xilo's gear into his tower.

"Alright, you check out for security. I don't blame you for not wanting to go back out there, it's probably best that you stick around anyway, it gets worse at night. I'll be escorting you to the 'welcome center' after my colleague deactivates this shield here, you'll get your toys after you're registered. It's not a long process. Basically, we're just making sure that we know there is a newbie among us. Oh, and that's also where we're going to set up a temporary residency for you, where all weaponry is expected to be kept there whenever you're exploring the garrison... though your blade my pose as an exception, unless you can set it down somewhere?" The gruff guardsmen brief Xilo on the situation, just as the shield went down, and two more guards stepped through, in order to fill in the vacancies as the two guards were tasked with bringing the new comer in.

The gruff guard lead on, expecting [member="Xilo Gale"] to follow.

 

[Xilo Gale]

There it was! Just like that they had told him the information he had needed. The one he was looking for was truly here, but what would it take to reach him. How well would he be guarded, and would they even allow one to visit him? Looking over as the older gaurd commented on how good the blade would be against a blaster and wanted to scoff but instead chuckled. They had no clue just what Xilo was capable of with the weapon, hopefully he wouldn't have to show them. At least not till he got the information he was after.

"I don't know how I could thank you all for what you're doing, I just never imagined what this place truly was when I landed on it. I had no clue about whatever you call those things out there." Xilo said as he followed the guard. "I'm sorry I would leave it lying around but it has to stay fed, which it feeds off me." Xilo explained as he held open his palm to show the guard the holes and how swollen it was from him recently feeding the beast. "Without being fed it will wither and die.Though I promise to never let it leave its sheathe, I don't even think I could use the thing." Watching the guards back Xilo let his eyes wander taking in the areas as they passed looking for anything from power panels to controls that he may be able to put to use later on.

"So about that Vong... Do you think I could meet him? Maybe he'd be interested in talking business, or just selling me a few of his creations?"

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

"Don't mention it... and kinda gross, so really don't mention that." The guard said in reply to [member="Xilo Gale"], and then summarily laughed at Xilo when he mentioned business with the vong. "That's funny Mr. Entrepreneur. I hope whatever you were entrepreneuring wasn't primarily business, because nary a person on this planet gives a kark about making money. The currency around her is either knowledge, skills, or both. Though he might be interested in the possibility of a trade, or something, so, maybe? I don't know, I'm not one to keep track of all the science types out here, I just keep the Dalek Beasts out."

At that moment, they arrived a crude sort of building, but it was fairly ornate compared the less refined 'huts' surrounding it. The walk was not far at all, barely half a minute away from the second shield.

"Here we are, maybe you can ask about your friend in there, they'd probably know him." With that, the guard walked back to his post.

 

[Xilo Gale]

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

It was kind of funny how the guard reacted to the wound on Xilo's hand. To him of course it wasn't to major as he was used to feeding the sword multiple times a day if need be. Xilo had created the closest thing to a bond one could have with a sword. Though yet another problem had arose, if one did not care for credits what could Xilo offer in return for the information. Would he really have to resort to violence to get what he required? Yet if he chose to go down the violent route how would he get past the guards blocking the exit?

Throwing the questions aside Xilo cast his glance back to the building. He would deal with the problems as they came up. No point making himself look more suspicious then he probably already did. So he entered the building.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Upon entering the building he would see that it wasn't really all that of an exceptional building. What are you to suspect from a military compound a dangerous jungle world? They had other concerns on their mind than making sure visitors thought they were welcomed. There was a welcome desk, with a protocol droid on the other side. The protocol droid took notice to Xilo on the other side of the room.

"Oh, come in, come in. You are welcome here. Please standby while I prepare you for your processing." The silver plated machine stated, as it turned around to gather a data pad. "You are [member="Xilo Gale"], yes? Entrepreneur? Possessor of a vong organism?" The droid said with almost no inflection in its voice, save perhaps slight curiosity.

The machine was essentially an archivist, and knew all residents that had ever been registered into the compound, with a short description for all of them, and also possessed a map where these residents could be located based on its most recent census of them. It could represent a wealth of information for the Sith Acolyte.

The map of the compound was even directly behind the droid.

 

[Xilo Gale]

Entering the building Xilo simply gave it a once over ensuring that there were no true threats in the room. That was his main worry right now, if someone figured out that he worked with the Primeval, much less the Sith he'd probably be in a lot of trouble. All that truly awaited him was a basic protocol droid so upon walking up to it Xilo simply let it go through the procedures. He didn't really have a choice but to unless he wanted to stir up trouble. It was to early in the mission for that. Maybe after he finished he'd find a way to have the Dalek Beasts wipe out the base.

"Yes I am Xilo Gale, I do possess a Vong organism, and I am a entrepreneur." Xilo answered the droid as he noticed the map. Walking up to it Xilo would begin going through the people there looking for his quarry, or anyone that could possibly be of use. Whether it be providing him with equipment, or electronic jammers.

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

"Interesting, do you have any where you would like directions to? Or perhaps, anyone you would like to meet with?" The protocol droid said simply as it added his description into the system.

[member="Xilo Gale"]

 

[Xilo Gale]

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

"Ah yes. If you would could you possibly point me in the direction of Uvek Tar? I would like to have a word with him." Xilo said in his most polite tone hoping that the droid obliged and gave him the information or set up a meeting with the Vong. "Also are there any people here who specialize in creating electronic devices? If so could you give me their locations as well?" He knew he was pushing for more then what he should but he had to be sure he had a back up plan if he needed to escape.