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Arcadian Nights (Slave Trade Takedown) ASK TO JOIN

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
[member="Geneviève Lasedri"] [member="Solan Charr"]

Planet: Arcadia N-30
Location: Automotive Parts Warehouse
Time: 0135

Humans are fragile creatures believe it or not. We can spend hours at the gym, hone our bodies as living weapons, and do amazing things. But yet a little ball of lead no bigger than half an inch can kill us, a fall from thirty feet could kill us, hell even a hit from an incoming speeder going twenty can kill us. And all those gym hours you logged, those martial arts classes, all for nothing. We as humans for the most part like to think we are tough and can handle most things. But again in reality, we all have our breaking point. Both physically and psychologically, send enough pain to our brains and we will do what it takes for it to stop. It's a reaction of self preservation since our species first crawled out of our caves and into the light. But this isn't a story about the fragility of mankind and our breaking point, this is a story about a slutty blonde agent, a guy with the sex appeal of a puppy, and an asexual sociopath who really needed to get laid.

WHAM!!

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The sound of knuckles being racked against flesh echoed out into the empty spaced of the automotive warehouse and blood splattering on concrete floors. Recovering from the hit a bronze skinned man in a now bloody white suit that simply reeked of smoke was taking a pounding. He looked to be in his late thirties and had an athletic build to him, his cheek length black hair stuck to his face in sweaty black tosses and it too stunk of smoke. His emerald green eyes shot up as another punch was delivered to his face by a tiny pale fist. His head rocked back and he coughed a bit of blood and spat out a tooth.

Hugo Estrada was the most well known slaver on Arcadia and he had bought and sold lives like candy, he was scum to shorten things up for our current readers. And this scum was finally getting what was coming to him. Another punch found itself across his nose and the world span for the man as blood began to run down a freshly broken nose.

"I'm only going to ask one more time Estrada, then I'm going to let my friend here have a go at you. And let's get one thing straight this isn't good cop bad cop, this is bad cop worse cop. And right now I'm the least threatening person here. Where are the slaves?" Field agent Patricia Susan Garter gave a little growl and punched the man swiftly in the gut.

Estrada buckled in his crappy office chair and coughed. Patricia took a little satisfaction in seeing that. She took a few steps over to the right and sat down on a length of rollers. She wore a tight red dress and had her hair down in straight golden perfection. She looked over to her friends and by friends she meant the Solan Charr and Gen, the two people who were pretty much were terrible at working together in the sense of coming together as a team. So Patricia ushered the two of them forward in a mocking gesture that symbolized "go ahead, take a few swings." Patricia sat back on the rollers and smiled kicking her feet a bit.

"Fuck you pigs, I'm not saying crap." Hugo said with a bit of distaste to his new friends
 

Jack Rand

Captain of The Love Boat
[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member=Solan Charr] [member=Geneviève Lasedri]

Jack had been called by a woman he didn't know about a tip relating to a man he once met named Hugo Estrada. Jack had heard that the man had been kidnapped and the message said as such. Apparently there was group that was planning to take down a large slavin ring by themselves and Jack had been invited. Jack was always down for freeing slaves and looking like a hero in front of others, though what mattered here was to cause the criminal underworld a headache that advil couldn't solve. Jack was ecstatic about having the opportunity to take on some slavers with another group of people, though there was one part of the letter that he wasn't quite as enthusiastic about.

Jack approached where he was supposed to meet the others and coordinate an attack on the slave traders, covered in his trench coat as he came to the unused building. Jack entered the building carefully, hearing a significant amount of screaming coming from an unknown source but Jack could probably guess who it was. He made his way towards the sounds of abuse and assault and eventually he saw a lonesome light. When he walked in, Jack saw all the others. Three rather attractive individuals; a woman in a lovely red dress, a woman Jack could have sworn he had seen before, and another man, who while attractive, had the sex appeal of a puppy.

Jack carefully made his way forward as the woman worked over Hugo, as Jack recognized him. He looked at the rest of the group quickly before he introduced himself. "Alright, so when are we getting this started?" Jack took off his trench coat, revealing a beautiful, long, black dress that the letter had requested when the woman contacted him. He held a wig in his hand and felt a bit self conscious, but still had some confidence. He smiled at the others as they stared at him questioningly.
 
[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Jack Rand"]

Solan smiled at the words uttered by the man before letting his saber come out of his sleeve and slamed one side of it down hard on his hand with a thumb over the activator. "Lets start with a few things. First, those two..." He pointed at Patricia and Gen. "Are not pigs, but rather beautiful woman and with that said i must apologize for what i am about to do ahead of time to them. Because you see, i am not a pig either but i am a dark force with the memories and emotions of thousands that ive killed, tortured, or watched suffer, so how about you tell us what the good friend here wanted to know before you feel the memories and emotions of person after person while i put a nice clean hole right into your hand. How does that sound, as i said i am no pig, but rather a demon from your worst nightmares."

His voice and eyes were cold, his voice dark and low as he stared into the man's eyes, the orange in Solan's own eyes flaring up as his dark presence began expanding throughout the room around them. Infact so much so if a Jedi was here they would probably have mistaken Solan for a sith or a person on the same level of those like Dredge, instead of someone whose feelings like this were reserved for one type of person and one type only. And one such example of this was sitting here infront of him as he twisted the pommel and pressed harder into the man's hand, pushing down on the activator lightly. "Well?"
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
[member="Solan Charr"] [member="Jack Rand"]


Patricia sat back on the rollers just kicking her feet casually as Solan did his best impersonation of Batman. She waited and soon the officer known as Jack Rand entered the dimly light warehouse to see the sight of Solan threatening a man who was responsible for many atrocities. The whole thing was just another Tuesday night for the woman though, but when Jack dropped the trench coat to show that he was going drag for a slaver raid. Well it made her feel the man was short a few coconuts and he took the joke she had sent him in their texts quite seriously.

"You seriously are wearing tha-" Patricia was cut off as Hugo grunted in pain over something being slammed on his hand.

"We are raiding slavers not filming a movie about transsexual Transylvanians." Patricia said and tried her best not to laugh.

"Here just get changed into some respectable gear, not that you don't look pretty or anything." She pointed over to a dull grey hummer speeder where the man would find a few flak jackets and a set of Warden Class body armor if it suit his fancy.

Hugo

Hugo listened to the man go on about how he was a demon and that he was the worst thing since Dick Chenny and Howard the Duck rolled in one. It was cute, really it was. The man (if you could call him one) looked like he was as threatening as a box of kittens. Even with his all mighty dark side aura that was bounding off him it had no effect on Hugo. The man was greed, wrath, and sin incarnate and he had personally given plenty of good folks columbian neckties in his day. So what solan was doing, threatening him with a saber and a spooky aura. He would rather punch his mother in the face before spilling secrets to this boy.

"Bite me you fucking pig. You don't scare me hermano, so why don't take your bitches here and your freak and piss off." Hugo chuckled then spat in Solan's face with a healthy mixture of blood and saliva.

"Come on queen. Do it!" He said and awaited a lightsaber to the hand
 
[member="Jack Rand"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Solan sighed and shrugged as he activated the saber and a hole shot through the man's hand, unable to move it becase of the way he was secured to the chair before solan turned it off a full ten seconds later. "You know, Telekinesis is a miracle of the force, and can be used for great things. Stopping stones from crushing a family, redirecting a fatal blow, even stopping a ship mid air. But do you know what the most... enjoyable use of it is... slowly breaking every tiny bone in the body. Oh and i warned you about those emotions and pains, didn't I?"

He shook his head before snapping as his conrtol of the force broke his thumb on the right hand in three places, then started twisting the bones inside the finger to cause more pain. In addition Solan would slowly integrate the emotions of the dead that he had witnessed and had nearly drove him insane. He wouldn't push enough of those emotions and memories on the Slaver to drive him insane, but Solan would push enough to see how long it took for this man to cry uncle. Only after two minutes would he break another in the same way, and continue until he spilled his guts, or had no more fingers to break. "Ill give you 20 minutes, you better tell me before i decide that you dont need hands either... or your member if im feeling vindictive."
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
Patricia had taken out her little communicator and her feet were still dangling from the edge of the rollers kicking back and forth casually as Hugo screamed in bloody agony. She was playing some little swoop racing game and smiling at it as she wore a determined face that she was going to win the gold, dammit. But then she lost and restrained from throwing the the commpad to the ground in frustration. So as the torture was going on she looked up her contacts and texted someone under the name of "My Loving Idiot" and the message read as so.

Hey Baby, thinking bout U. Might be home late today, out with friends. Tell Erika I love her if I'm not home in time. <3 U

And the message was sent to [member="Romeo Sin"] as she sighed in boredom screams still coming from the backdrop.

HUGO

The man screamed and twisted in his chair, he felt pain beyond pain and every nerve in his body was on fire. His hand had gone completely numb with pain due to the saber and his mind was under a mental assault. All he could do was scream, it was far worse than anything he had ever felt and every ounce of his body needed it to stop. His mind was starting to go white with insanity and so he quickly barked out after only a good minute of this torture.

"I'll TALK!!" He screamed in agony again jerking every which way and wanting nothing more than to stop and breathe for air that didn't burn his lungs.

[member="Solan Charr"] [member="Jack Rand"]
 
[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Solan sighed and frowned as he looked at the man. "You are boring, usually they take atleast till ive broken the arm in a thousand places... Patricia are you sure this guy is as big a baddy as you said?" He sighed and looked at the man, and while he was done with the mental assault Solan's eyes hardened and he got closer. "You better talk my friend, for if you hold out on us at all, i get to cook you alive and break every bone in your body before i heal you and do it again, is that clear?" He showed no enjoyment in torturing the man, but his dead serious tone and as a bit of a encourage ment Hugo would feel the other fingers on the one hand shatter before the bones that hadn't been burned away also shattered. Some even falling out of the hole. "I believe that is enough proof."
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
[member="Solan Charr"]

Patricia's ears perked up when the man said be would talk, it was about damn time they got down to business. They had been here for a good thirty or so minutes and they had to get to going pretty soon or they could eventually be tracked down by the local police or worse whoever this scumbag had on retainer. So the woman picked up her Czerka rifle that laid by her leg on the rollers and stood up placing the three point sling over her small body. With a smile she looked to solan and waved her hand speaking in a very gentle voice.

"That's enough Solan, let the man talk." She said gesturing to Hugo who was clearly in need of medical attention before he went into shock. Solan really wasn't the brightest bulb and needed to learn how the human body worked better. The man was more than likely going to pass out and die without giving them any info if solan kept up trying to prove he wasn't absolutely adorable.

HUGO

Panting and gasping for air frantically the man bowed his head down and took in more air as the pain subsided slightly and he began to to talk about where exactly one of his operations on this planet was.

"There's a warehouse, outside of the capital maybe twenty or so kilometers south on I Ninety. It's guarded well and there's about three hundred slaves there along with a team of fifty men. All hired muscle. I'm just a middle man though!! I'm not in charge I just work this section!" Hugo protested and he was saying too much.
 
[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

"Well there we go, its in the Warehouse..." He snapped his fingers and smiled as he held a flame in his hand now and turned his head to Patricia. "Now, unless he has any more information for us, am i allowed to end his miserable and pathetic existence or are we going to turn this one over to the cops. Its been soooo long since i had my last meal and i am dying for the test of charred flesh to enter my mouth again." He smiled at the slaver, serious and cold eyes as the smile was across his face. Of course he was lying and putting on a show for the man about the eating him part, but unless they were handing him over to the cops this man would burn and burn slowly at that.
 

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