Dominion Big Trouble on Little Courscant || Silver Jedi Concord Dominion of Nar Shaddaa

[Goyrg]

Objective 2: Gang War

Goyrg continued on pillaging local neighborhoods until he got word that a the rangers killed some of the grunts. If Goyrg didn't have a job to do for his boss, he'd drive by and shoot those mercs himself. He gave them benefit of having the loot, but killing men of Broka the Hutt was not good. Yet, as they pulled up to a gang safe house, that anger was focused on the original enemy.

By the end of the shootout, no gangsters were spaired. They took the credits and information, and hauled off.

Tulan Kor

 

[Broka the Hutt]

Objective One: Talking to a Slug

Broka waited for Popara to speak, however a consul entered the room and whispered into Broka's ear bad news. When the man finished, Broka screamed out a "<Bwaaaaa!!!>" while shaking his head in outrage.

"<Your soldiers have killed some of my men, Jedi! We invited you to come here to face a common enemy, yet you brought traitors who shot my men and took goods that were as good as mine! Explain yourselves now! If you have rogue soldiers in your ranks, then it is your responsibility to hunt these traitorous dogs down! But if you put them up to this, then we have a big problem. A problem not good for any future business.>"

Broka then glared at the Jedi across from him. He also was disappointed that because of desperation, there is now a domestic threat worse than any minor gang. These "elite rangers", his informants in the lower streets told the consul said, were more like soldiers. They killed an entire platoon of Broka's army, and destroyed the goods. These diplomats have better come up with a solution for this, as this will end any future prospects in Broka's mind. These soldiers gone rogue needed to be stopped as soon as possible.

He summoned a servant over, and then instructed them to double the guard at his palace. He does not want any unwelcome visitors here. The servant then scampered off out of the room.

Gortta Desilijic Tiure Queen Popara Jessica Med-Beq Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Tulan Kor Gir Quee

 

[Jared Starchaser]

As his father was doing his best to raise his growing family, from Kyra, who he hadn’t quite met yet, to the Twins, Jared was assisting his father and sister with safeguarding the Silver Jedi Concord from the Sith. That meant he and Kaia were taking turns within the Sphere, while alternating between their own tasks with the Underground and OPA and Wardens of the Sky. Now it was Jared’s turn to be a watchtower here in the Sphere. There was an operation on Nal Hutta and Jared was watching the comms for that, while keeping his eyes open to the Sith.

He was expecting a cushy day, the Concord seemed to be doing everything by the books, and that was fine for him. He had his TIE/Ad, a stolen fighter that was repainted into a blood red and gold scheme, waiting on the Starjammer, his Cipalti cruiser, and he was in the suburbs of the Smuggler’s Moon, and paying only passing attention to the comms. But that was when he heard the Silver Jedi Order alert call coming out.

Rangers… going rogue? Hunting Hutts? Weren’t the Silver supposed to be here to assist the world. That meant helping the Hutts. But what was going on down there?

“This is Watchertower. We are hearing the reports. Deploying Sentinels to help quell this. Provide locations.” He was already making his way towards the hangar, his fighter would get him down to the planet. Turning to his BD unit ‘Hopper’ he nodded. “Go tell Coren whats going on.” He said as he grabbed his songsteel sword off the rack. His lightsaber and pistol already on his hip.

“Sentinels, this is Jared Starchaser, we need to quell the fighting going on down there. Seek to arrest Rangers.”

His fighter would launch shortly there after as he made his way for the provided coordinates, reaching out once again to the Concord's local Defender, and the Jedi in the area. "Starchaser on surface, moving to intercept, can use some backup."

 

[Dáinn Stormcaller]

Objective 2
Ranger Forward Operations Base (FOB)

Colonel Braden's eyes darted between the various holo-displays, pouring over reports popping up from his boys on the field when he wasn't speaking on the comms or receiving face-to-face updates. The dutiful Togrutan was known for his cool demeanour and for his steadfast loyalty to the Silver Jedi they served with. Throughout his years of service he's made an effort to promote greater relations between the rather boisterous boys under his command and their Jedi benefactors, with mixed results.

"Wait, this can't be right..."

His blue eyes scanned the latest report from one of his company commanders whose boys supposedly witnessed the men of Dorn Company take out their Hutt allies in cold blood. Dorn had made themselves known as the most violent and brutal of all Ranger companies since their formation, but also as the company who got the job done. Now in the hands of Tulan Kor , the Master Sergeant had gathered to him the least savoury types inclined to violence.

It seemed Dorn had finally snapped. Someone's head was gonna roll for this, and he would make certain it was the correct head.

"Colonel," one of his runners rushed through the door, "We're getting more and more comms chatter-- Dorn Company, they... they just murdered the Hutt troops accompanying them!"

The Togrutan commander raised a finger at the corporal, telling him to be quiet as he pressed the button on his comms device.

"Dorn Company, this is the FOB. Dorn, come in!" He turned to his comms officer. "Are their comms down?"

"Their comms worked fine just a moment ago, they still read as online."

"Dammit, Tulan... Dorn Company, this Colonel Braden speaking. Return to base, I repeat-- return to base immediately or you will be escorted back, forcibly if necessary."

Pushing another button on the holo-display, he hailed another pair of company commanders.

"Companies Ghost and Krayt, proceed to Dorn Company's last known location and observe their movements. If they do not head back to the FOB on their own accord you are to surround and disarm them before escorting them back to base."

The two companies were currently operating on the flanks of Dorn Company and would move to intercept them unless they cooperated.

"What a karking mess," Braden shook his head.

Broka the Hutt | Queen Popara | Gortta Desilijic Tiure ​

 

[Tarok Vassket]

Broka the Hutt Tulan Kor

She walked ahead of the group into the dark room. She assumed this was where it would be done. They wouldn't waste time, but they probably had some questions first.

A boot slammed into the back of her leg and she was forced to her knees by a hand on her shoulder. Maybe there wouldn't be any questions.

Azula felt a sharp pain at the side of her neck and tensed from head to toe. They wouldn't do it with a knife would they? The pressure was gone just as quickly, leaving her with her pulse racing in fear.

Boldren stepped around her, the Illdrian still at his heels. She was probably there for protection. Azula looked towards the Illdrian, looking for any sign of remorse.

"Dont look at her," Boldren growled. The Illdrian turned her shaven head away.

Boldren held up a small device. He thumbed it and she felt a slight tickle in her neck.

"Damn you," Azula hissed.

"Tracker and microexplosive all in one," Boldren explained. "Is it Azula you go by now?"

"You can still call me..."

"No!" he retorted, anger flashing across his face. "You don't get to use that name any more. It meant something to the family."

She lowered her head. Of course he was angry. She had broken apart everything he held dear and taken her chance to leave this squalid planet. He looked as if he was ready to do it. Put a blaster bolt between her eyes and be down the is treacherous ex-lover.

Another rodian walked in, marching straight up to Boldren and whispering in his ear.

"Kark," went Boldren, throwing an accusatory glare towards her. Were the Jedi coming for her? The thought filled her with even more fear than just a quick death. They wouldn't even know she was missing yet.

"Things got hard after you killed Jarrick," he hissed. "We had to make new friends too and yours just executed a whole team of them. We hard to turn to the Hutt Azula."

He dropped to one knee before her. He was still quivering with anger.

"Can you even imagine how much that cost us? Going to them on our knees."

Azula could imagine. She lowered her gaze. "I didn't kill Jarrick," she protested.

"It was you or the Jedi and we'll never know who. You get once chance to make this quick. Whoever betrayed the Hutt has to pay. One of your new friends. You ride with us one last time and you get a quick death. Or I pretend I never met you before and turn you over to our new bosses for a plaything."

"I'll take the slow death," she muttered.

"You wanna think Azula. Think about just what kind of things they might do to you. Is that worth it? Maybe when they're nearly done we'll have you sent in a box, half dead, to your new jedi friends with a letter explaining what you used to do to their kind? "

Her heart raced. She fidgeted with her hands in her lap. She'd never meant to leave complete chaos in her wake. Of course she had known she would. Jarrick had been a father to them all. With her gifts she had been his favourite. She looked up at Boldren and felt everything he had once meant to her. They had grown up together in the darkest corners of this world.

"I'll need a change of clothes," she said, waving at her jedi robes. "You still have my bike?"

---

The sound of swoop engines filled the air. The scent of burning fuel was a familiar one. Just like the sense of the vibrations running through her gut.

Her old swoop was there. It wasn't hers any more. She had to take one of the spare swoop bikes.

"This is how it goes down," said Boldren. "We hit these people head on. Any jedi turn up. They're your business Azula. Your old job back for one last ride."

So mounted her swoop bike, locking her long handled lightsaber - it was hers now anyway - into the right hand side and a repeating hand blaster on the left.


Tl;dr Azula is captured by her old gang. Pressed into fighting back against Silver forces for their betrayal.

 

[Tulan Kor]

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Tarok Vassket l Dáinn Stormcaller l Jared Starchaser


Theme

The Rangers established a perimeter, setting up in one of the gang's old territories. True to fashion, it was an impressive tactical decision on the part of Tulan. The overhead was so abundant that nothing shy of their birds would get close. Speeders might have had a chance, but even they would have a hard time with the hodge-podge nature of Nar Shaddaa's infrastructure.

Dorn Company was often looked at with disdain by the hierarchy of the Silver Jedi- but their disgust was only matched by their usefulness in combat. They'd send them to the dirty work, send them to kill the enemy, hold the peace, take the objective- but to ask them to work with evil?

It sickened Tulan more than anything else he ever thought possible. That Jedi would willingly work with murderers. Rapists. Slavers. Thugs. Criminals-

Out of fear.

The fear that they felt was so strong that they needed to make friends with the enemy of their enemy. But in truth, which was worse? Honor-bound marauders, or ruthless criminals who preyed on the weak? Tulan felt betrayed. Tulan felt like all he stood for in the Silver Jedi was a farce, a lie, in a few singular instances. His comm unit flared.

Colonel Braden.

Ghost and Krayt.

He knew Rangers in both. The question was, would they turn on each other? Would the Colonel make that call?

"You can tell the Jedi that ordered us here to kill for slavers and murderers and criminals to give us that order. I want to hear it from them. Not from you. Go tell the little girls and boys in chains and collars around their necks that you stuck up for the bad guys."

Tulan tucked his comm unit away, heading to the edge of the rooftop. A Ranger, a Corporal, approached him.

"Master Sergeant."

Tulan looked up.

"I was at Yurb."

Tulan stiffened, straightening up.

"They were fine with having us die there."

He said coldly, the young man turning to walk away, disillusioned and disenfranchised. Tulan reached up, taking off his helmet and his night vision, running a hand through his hair. What would Setter Ryburn do? What would Amon Vizsla do? Task Force Raider brought down the fearsome Mandalorian horde by themselves, and created a legacy for Tulan to follow. Setter was a man of impeccable violence, but also great leadership. Tulan lacked the leadership skills that Setter had, but he knew that even Setter had his limits of allies.

They were not in dark enough times to warrant making deals with Devils, not yet.

"What about Ghost and Krayt, Tulan? They're watching us." A Team leader piped up over comms, inquisitively- but not fearfully. Dorn Company had enough. They suffered enough. Most of them died a long time ago, in some trench, in some battlefield. Death was not something they feared. Living with guilt, living with pain, regret. That's what they were afraid of. Tulan looked up for a moment in the distance, towards their flanks. Krayt company was out there.

"Don't engage. Krayt and Ghost company don't want a fight with us more than we want a fight with them. Let them be."

Tulan tapped his foot.

"The Hutts will send a response. No Rangers should die by their brother's hand tonight. If the Hutts want to fight, give them one. The Jedi can come here to tell us to stand down themselves. Not send more Rangers to die to solve their problems."

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: The Palace of Worms
Objective One: Talking to a Slug
Tags: Broka the Hutt , Gortta Desilijic Tiure , Jessica Med-Beq , Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Queen Popara Willow & Ivy
Other notes: Accompanied by Ariela Captisan and Sariya Fenni

Gir watched the negotiations unfold, content to remain as a wallflower until Broka the Hutt announced the death of his men at the hand of Dorn Company, an Antarian Ranger outfit of which Gir was mildly suspicious of himself. But the better question is what caused the Rangers to attack Broka's men in the first place? The admiral wouldn't be the least bit surprised if the Hutt's people were engaged in some questionable or outright illegal activity which caused the rangers to attack. If they did, the man could care less what Broka thought: rule of law was to be expected within the worlds of the Silver Jedi Concord. Gir noted the intensity of the hutt's voice and mentally raised an eyebrow. This doesn't bode well...The blonde man stepped forward from the position in the rear, with Sariya and Ariela following closely behind him.

"There is much we don't know yet about this," said the blonde man, "it is possible that the rangers were defending themselves, or thought they were defending themselves. It's entirely possible they are committing war crimes, but we need more information before we can simply jump to judgements.

Speaking of the unexpected, I feel obligated to point out that we won't necessarily always be able, on a practical matter, to inform you of ship and force movements two weeks in advance. That isn't to say that we will not try, but the necessities of waging war means that sometimes plans change on the matter of the minutes, especially when fighting an unconventional enemy like the Bryn'adul."

 

[Gortta Desilijic Tiure]

Objective 1

Gortta furrowed his brow. He didn't like the sound of this. While the Jedi diplomat was right, there was still much about the situation that was unknown at this time, Gortta still had a bad feeling about the whole thing. He was already hesitant to trust these Jedi types and this was just adding fuel to an already smoldering fire. "This better be an isolated incident. That's all I will say." Gortta grumbled, glaring at the diplomats, offering up nothing else to say.

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Tags: Broka the Hutt Queen Popara Gir Quee Jessica Med-Beq Sakadi Marathi Sinvala

 

[Brooke Waters]

For Brooke, it wasn’t like she was here to get the kid into trouble. It was just what it was. She had a job, and it may not get completed here but with the… Padawan, at least it would be a learning experience. If he could keep himself sober enough to learn. The Witch of the Blue Coral Clan was as much a Jedi as say, anyone else in this bar, but she was open to them and hoping to end up on the right side of history here. Her drink was more harsh, something made out of cactus through fermentation. It was strong but she liked it.

“They come for the dancers, kid.” She shook her head, long blonde hair free down her shoulders as she waved a hand nonchalantly towards the dancers. Many different species, many looking fit and attractive, as how they were supposed to in a place such as this. “The dancers learn to just move and not even think.” She sipped her drink and nodded.

“They listen, men talk. Loose lips will sink starships. Depending who comes to places like this, they all have some form of information that may be spoken about.” The Witch shrugged. “And if they know that we’re here to help, maybe they’ll provide us information for pay. Some may wish for freedom and we can do that… but if others will stay and help? We give them that offer.”

Caden Evesa

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Jared was on the planet and the Hunter of the Rim was trying to remember what the Jedi were allowed. He was a Starchaser, and his family learned heavily on the Light Side. It didn’t make a difference on the Rim, but here in the Sphere? It could be a decision that got him a black mark or not. Jared had his lightsaber in his hand but it wasn’t lit. He was making his way towards the location of the wayward soldiers. He wasn’t exactly happy to be here hunting down a Ranger, but he was a Hunter, it came part and parcel with what his task was. The son of Starchaser was making a name for himself on the Rim but here? He was known.

A white blade, purified from a dark side by Jared during his father’s time away. It gave him a few months to think about his role. And being here, helping out the galaxy and keeping people safe? That was what he was hoping to do. He had respect for the Rangers. They fought alongside the Jedi and that was not always an easy feat. They had to assist the Concordia and that was made of so many different types.

But killing Hutts, they may not always be innocent but they had the right to stand trial. And the Silvers were here to help assist the world. Jared was not of the Silvers, but he wasn’t intent on having a war within the Concord. If he could do anything to assist, he was going to. “If we have a location, I need you to stay outside of the location. I’ll go in alone. See what I can do to talk them down. Is that copasetic?”

Jared looked at map on his datapad. With the location, he continued to make his way to the location provided, the last one was provided for Tulan Kor .

 

[Broka the Hutt]

Objective One: Talking to a Slug

Broka knew one of them would protest this. He knew his soldiers were instructed of the deal. They would not be the ones to fire first. Broka did not like being made for a fool, but he also knew the crisis far from orbit that loomed over all in the room.

"<I trust my informants. Otherwise, why would I employ them for such a position if they told me lies. Have this situation dealt with before any more attacks on my people could happen.>" Broka then leaned forward to slurp up another eel. Then he sat back in his seat. "<However, you diplomats were invited into my house to talk for the future. Since you Jedi are capable of possibly defending us from the Bryn'adul, it is easy to assume a single unit of your men will be easier to be dealt with. So, let's talk the politics you came here for. Domestic autonomy for any world within the Hutt Republic's future territory, guaranteed independence after the crisis is dealt with, and reporting on any Jedi ships to the Hutts as accurately as possible. I recognize such inaccuracies are extremely possible, but the information is good to have for our sake. We had one betrayal from invited guests this day, and we would all like to prevent any more.>"

Broka's previous order to his servant was carried out as Broka wished as guards entered the room. The increase in guard was somewhat satisfying to the Lorda, but the tension in the room still perused. He knows these Jedi are moralists. They have not mentioned anything about slavery, or any other "offenses to people's rights" that the Hutts became famous for. Broka just wanted them to stop hiding it, and say it already. The sooner it is dealt with, the better. Once things are written down, all is set to be in motion soon. Broka's dream of the Hutt Republic would be closer to realization, and the monsters encroaching on Hutt Space will be destroyed. Broka was forced to hope for such things, despite Jedi treachery in the past, to be ensured by the Concord by current events. He could not stand the desperation of current times for the Hutts. His grandfather Sudaa must be spinning in his grave deep bellow the Nem'ro palace on Nal-Hutta right now.

Gortta Desilijic Tiure Queen Popara Jessica Med-Beq Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Gir Quee Willow & Ivy

 

[Goyrg]

Objective 2: Gang War

Goyrg continued on his rampage across Nar-Shaddaa. The loot he got so far was enough for him to forget about the rangers for now. The blaster fire, the bashing of heads, and the rain of credits was all the massive Houk needed. Surprising to others, Goyrg was almost given therapy from it. A strange, twisted, belligerent therapy. Currently, they were in the speeder, hauling to an outlying neighborhood from the Nem'ro territory on Nar-Shaddaa.

"Well boys, we got more scores comin' in now. We continue like this we'll be so rich the boss' cut won't mean anything to our earnings. Now, I don't wanna hear nothin' about getting revenge for some a' our boys. Those bastards want us to come after them. I've been working for the slug for years now. Ol' Broka would have those Jedi schmucks take care of it to spare his own. So, let's bash some skulls, take all the loot we can, and become rich men rather than dead losers."

The Houk's bluntness was necessary for the quite uneducated gangsters that accompanied him in the speeder. Goyrg wanted easier prey. The lesser gangs put up a thrilling fight, but would lose all the time to him. Goyrg was a true hunter in such a regard. He wanted to win fights. So he beat up little worms to make that certainly happen.

Then, the target zone came into view. Goyrg's predatory blood-lust became apparent. The speeder landed, and the guns blasted away. They did not target civilians, but did not care if stray blaster fire got any. As long as the mobsters were killed, and loot was won, the Nem'ro-Suns would be happy. Goyrg especially would be happy.

Tulan Kor Dáinn Stormcaller Jared Starchaser

 

[Okkeus Dainlei]

Objective 3

The Krayt Dragon took a loud step forward. A low grow rumbled in it's throat.

"Running. Running sounds good."

The dragon let out a ear-shattering cry. He took of back towards the opening they just cut. Rune followed closely behind. Hopefully the didn't become another pile of bones on the floor.

They nearly made it to the door when a whistling sound came from behind him. Without time to react he saw the dragon's tail whipping forward. The tail struck him, sending him flying into the side wall. Falling to the ground he tried to remain conscious.

Looks like they won't be leaving so easily.

Molly Stellaris

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

Objective One: Talking to a Slug
Tags: Broka the Hutt , Gortta Desilijic Tiure , Queen Popara , Willow & Ivy , Jessica Med-Beq , Gir Quee

And just like that, the tension within the now seemingly small room had increased. While she had her doubts that the overreaction of the Ranger company wasn't caused by provocative behavior of the Hutt's men, she wouldn't mention it. They were here to discuss terms, not deal with any disturbances that happened outside of this room. There were other more suitable, less occupied Jedi and Rangers to deal with that.​

She was grateful for Broka's matter-of-fact attitude. To her, it meant that their negotiations could continue. Although a little more serious now. After another series of gestures, her droid began it's translation again. Much unlike herself, the Protocol droid she had bought years ago tended to be a little.. temperamental. TC-41 had little patience, and was easily frustrated. Something that was hard not to notice, as it raised its metallic voice.​

"As said before, we are readily able to give you domestic autonomy, guaranteed independence, and the reported locations of all our ships within the Hutt Republic, as best we can. But those terms seem a little one-sided, don't they?" Sakadi would lean back in her seat, calmly studying the three Hutts as her droid continued. "The Hutt Republic would enjoy the advantages the Concord has to offer and remain independent, while our forces will suffer heavy losses to protect this 'paradise'." She had to cast a sideways glance at the droid to make it tone down a little. "No, those terms do not seem fair to Lady Sinvala. So let us talk about what the Concord expects in return, and what the Hutt Republic is willing to supply them with" This was where things would get tricky. The tension was already high, meaning that a step in the wrong direction might very well mark the end of these negotiations.​

"As you may understand, the Concord would like to protect its sovereign rights and interests within their territory. After all, a strong and unified state is one able to grant every civilian the same rights and permissions, as determined by our constitution." The droid would pause for a moment. "Naturally, we would like to see the Hutt Republic respect these rights, morals and principles. Otherwise we would like to reserve certain privileges to protect these ourselves." To her, that seemed acceptable. You couldn't expect to take without giving. "Of course, we do not expect change to happen overnight. Let us start by condemning certain criminal enterprises. Most notably those tied to slave trade." How the Hutts would respond to this, was going to be a decisive factor in the outcome of their negotiations. "As you may expect, this also includes a slight change in diet. No more Wookiee."​

 

[Caden Evesa]

Loose lips could sink starships.

That was advice he intended to keep in his mind. He figured it would be entirely useful one day, knowing that rumors and stories could bring down anything if spread in the right place. He figured that would be useful on espionage or other dodgy missions.

They came for the dancers, that made sense. The dancers were certainly intriguing, and every so often one was catching Caden's eye. He couldn't help but look at their natural beauty that they radiated while they danced. It was just intriguing and fascinating.

"How do we make it clear we're here to help then?"

He sipped his drink again. He wasn't sure if alcohol was supposed to affect him, but he wasn't feeling anything yet. Then again he had only had two, maybe three sips top. He looked around once more and run his hand through his hair softly.

"I take it the currency for information isn't credits, either."

Brooke Waters

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

She wanted to scream, how could she had lost her saber and her credits, she was panicking hard. There was no way she could leave Nar Shaddaa until she had found the Lightsaber, that was the minimum. The credits weren't as big a concern since her parents could always give her more, but she would have liked them back. Looking around the local area, she tried to feel the training saber through the Force, however, she could not feel anything beyond the mass of people and their connection to the Force. It could have been overwhelming if she hadn't been prepared for this sensation, however, she wandered around aimlessly for several moments, when she felt another person bump into her. Looking around, she spotted someone her age walking away and occasionally bumping into travellers.

A pickpocket! It finally dawned on Dreidi that it could have been a pickpocket that stole her training saber and credits. How could she have been so naive to think she dropped it!? Shaking her head, it was unlikely to be the same pickpocket since they bumped into her after she had been stolen from before. However, they could lead her to whoever did take her belongings and then she could confront them. Hiding her face in her hood, Dreidi stalked the pickpocket through the busy streets of Nar Shaddaa. They were stealing from several travellers and it seemed to be something that the locals knew about since several gave the young pickpocket narrow eyes and angry words.

It took several hours until the pickpocket started moving towards dark alleys and climbing through areas that were difficult for anyone not of a small stature. This was clearly the way to their base, or at least, Dreidi assumed that it would be the base.

 

[Molly Stellaris]

Objective Three Okkeus Dainlei

It had all been going so well. Then even agreed to run for their lives. But the Krayt Dragon couldn't leave them be. No it had to go and knock Okkeus into the wall.

He leapt in front of his woozy comrade, putting himself between the predator and the human. His blue-bladed weapon was angled upwards as he eyed the large beast before them. Rune decided there had to be some other alternative.

One lightsaber versus this creature was a very chance-y proposition. Yes, it was true that he was well-trained in the martial arts. Also, his lightsaber could cut through almost anything. Krayt Dragons were extremely large and hard to kill.

They didn't understand any of that about Jedi and their signature weapon. He looked into those eyes and wondered if it could be persuaded. Maybe, just maybe. He gingerly reached out through the Force to touch the Dragon's awareness.

It recoiled visibly to the intrusion and growled. He responded by easing his approach.

"Come on, now," he mumbled softly to himself "We can work this out."

 

[Broka the Hutt]

Objective One: Talking to a Slug

There it is. They finally said it. The end to slave trade.

"<The first point, is that through domestic autonomy, the Hutt Republic would be capable of writing its own constitution that will regard yours so your laws are respected, yet the Hutt Republic will have somewhat proper sovereignty itself. For when the Hutt Constitution is made, the diplomats here would be invited to bare witness to the proper birth of the Hutt Republic as a gesture of good faith between our governments.>"

Broka reached forward for an eel from the bowl. By now the bowl was running empty. This one put up a bit of a fight as it squirmed more than the others. When it did, Broka slammed it on the table like a hammer two times before slurping it up into his giant, gaping mouth.

"<In regards to your demands of the end to slavery, we three have been anticipating this. As a result, we devise a compromise of sorts to allow the Hutt Republic to be attractive to more Hutts while not contradicting your laws completely. The Hutt Republic will not endorse slavery, but will not actively root it out. Any organization caught dealing in slaves will be left to the consequences of the proclaimed crime. The Hutt Republic will not get in the way intentionally, but will not actively help this endeavor. To ensure no lesser organizations in Hutt pockets are ignorant of this change, we will send a planet wide message spreading the news. If they are smart, they will stop knowing Jedi will hunt for them otherwise. They will probably stop operating here after some time anyway since we Hutts will not be openly endorsing it if any Hutts endorse it at all.>"

Gortta Desilijic Tiure Queen Popara Jessica Med-Beq Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Gir Quee Willow & Ivy

 

[Tulan Kor]

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Objective 2:

Jared Starchaser l Dáinn Stormcaller l


"Master Sergeant- someone's coming."

Tulan perked his head up, walking down the stairs to his makeshift command post to the street, where Rangers were mingling about, while most were on security or overwatch. Everyone was in buddy teams, and comms were constant.

They knew that they'd send an envoy eventually.

Jared was greeting with lights, lasers enveloping his speeder as he approached. Visible red lasers- not the infrared ones that the men wearing night vision could only see. Jared was lit up by an entire platoon's worth of men- a fourth of the combined combat power of Dorn Company on the ground. It was such that as Jared approached, Tulan walked up, rifle across his chest, but his hands at his sides, planted on his hips.

Tulan was in control of Hutt territory, after killing Hutt soldiers, for Hutt business.

He did not seem pleased.

He recognized who he belonged to, right away. Crafty little bastard.

"You look like your sister, kid. But you ain't here to talk shop. I don't need to tell you to be cool."

Tulan waved his hand, and the many, many, many red lasers went away from Jared's person and vehicle.

"Last I heard though, you were the prodigal son, yet to return to Daddy Jedi. What're you doing out here?"

Tulan walked for a while, before he entered a restaurant, where the patrons and staff, usually scared of the Hutt troops, seemed to be put at ease by the fatigue-wearing, red-eyed Rangers. As Jared and Tulan entered the establishment, Tulan gestured to a seat, pulling his beanie down slightly. He leaned forward, staring at the Jedi, before breathing deeply.

"What's the last bad thing you saw, kid?"

 

[Okkeus Dainlei]

Objective 3

Okkeus heaved himself up from the ground. He stood next to Rune, a lightsaber in each hand.

"We have to come to an agreement."

The dragon stepped forward, another grow coming from its mouth. An idea came to him. A very, very, very risky idea. But one that might work. Circling so that the dragon was still in front of him, he began to quickly talk to the Mon Calamari.

"You wouldn't happen to know how to talk to it, would you?"

It was crazy, but maybe crazy enough to work. The only other option was make a run for the door again.

Molly Stellaris