Border control - [Hutt Cartel dominion over Cyborrea]

[Nyx]

Location: Casino
Objective: Decide the worm's fate.
Post: 2/20

Nyx blinked as [member="Sempra the Hutt"] threw the casino owner in front of her, as the man sniveled and begged for his life. She stared at him with a blank face, her eyes roaming his pathetic form. Why was she hesitating? Why did she care if this worm died? She'd pulled the trigger on dozens of people just like this one before, so why was this one any different?​

She guessed it didn't really matter that much. Everyone died sometime, so what did it matter if this one went a little early?​

​

Nyx pressed the barrel of her revolver against the owner's head, and with the same blank stare, squeezed the trigger.​

As his blood splashed onto her, she stared the corpse for a moment longer.​

Then she turned to Sempra, her usual arrogant smirk on her face.​

"What next, boss?"​

 

[Azula Tindara]

Objective: C

“What do you mean you didn’t bring any camouflage hunting gear?” the human holding the heavy rifle asked incredulously.

“Weel, truth be tauld, Ah usually barnie these kin' ay things it in th' open,” Thrukk replied. He’d already explained that he had a history of fighting the very worst monster the galaxy had to offer in the fighting pits, but these glory hunters didn’t seem to like his style. Not one bit.

“You do realise that you’re bright purple?” the next man asked in an Eriadu accent. Thrukk took an instant dislike to his condescending tone. This bunch were wealthy upper class karks who paid top credits to hunt in safely.

Thrukk glowered at the second human. His expression darkened as he drew himself up to his full height, head brushing the ceiling. He crossed his arms over his chest, which only highlighted rows of scar tissue from the jaws of many different species.

“Yeah, Ah noticed,” Thrukk replied coldly. “Did ye notice 'at ye look a prick?” he asked. There was a moment of silence, the tension palpable. For a moment, it seemed as if the hunter was going to go for his weapon, which would have been a sill move to make given the proximity of the angry houk.

“Just don’t stand near us?” he replied, eventually.

“Wooldnae want tae anyway,” Thrukk replied with a smile. It seemed it was finally time to get on with hunter the wild Nek that had plagued the nearby villages.

 

[The Scope]

Location: Entering system space.
Objective A
Allies: Hutt Cartel, Supporting Factions.
Enemies: Pirates
Post 2/20

Three warships slipped back to realspace. Dropping on top of the Hutt and allied forces. The Tyrant had come in stealthed for their planned ambush. Undetectable to any of their scanners, friend or foe. Unless they had a crystal gravfield trap or magnetic sensor array installed. Unlikely that they had such expensive sensor packages though. "Run a scan over the area. Find out if their intel is correct and what's been brought to bear". Rayl leaned back in his chair. He was eager for battle, and finding out just how competent the Hutt's were in battle.

"Knives, Grayson. Begin your approach and select a target. I will meet you at points 2234:7749. Don't lose my ships". His subordinate captains confirmed his orders. The two Adventurous Class Cruisers set out on an attack course. Now it was time for some cooperation with the other fleet. Rayl pressed a few buttons, the comms deck began setting up for a transmission to The Bandit King, Mcnash's Flagship. "This is Rayl Wilded of the Tyrant. Hailing Captain [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] so we can talk strategy".

 

[Aethan Tannan]

Objective: D
Cantina
Allies: N/A
Enemies: N/A

​

...this is what it all came down to. A Cantina on Cyborrea. Lately Aethan hadn't had the best luck in the exploration business however he still had a nice chunk of credits from previous expeditions ensuring that he could maintain a reasonable lifestyle. Reclining in a booth the man nursed a cocktail that had been brought to him in a chilled cup, vapor from the chill rising over the rim,while his eyes remained keen on the interior of the establishment. News had filtered in that the Hutt Cartel was making a play on Cyborrea considering the worlds long standing ties with the Hutts however Aethan hadn't seen much action from where he was sitting. No at this point he was happy to relax and nurse the drink that had been set out in front of him...

...aside from his drink Aethan made eyes at a certain Twi'lek waitress that barely looked old enough to be working an establishment like this. To her credit she had curves in all the right places though. Must be a Twi'lek thing. Anyways Aethan could enjoy the scenery from over the rim of his cup while taking a drink but he didn't talk much to anyone beyond ordering another beverage when the time came and running up a small tab. Dressed in standard attire Aethan didn't really stand apart from the crowd, he kept his lightsaber concealed and didn't appear much different than the everyman at this point ensuring that little attention was actually drawn his way...

...bringing his cup up to his mouth he took another drink, a longer one this time, set it back down and waited for the waitress to wander back in his direction so that he could carouse a bit and take another close look at her. Hutt Worlds, they always have good waitresses...​

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Location: Aboard The Thorn above Cyborrea
Objective: A
Allies: The Hutt Cartel, [member="Mishk"], [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], [member="Rayl Wilded"]
Enemies: Pirates
Fleet Compliment:

• The Thorn (Skrii Roik Cruiser Analog: 340 meters) - Carries Zambrano the Hutt, and Captain Slika, with a two fighter squadron compliment of Heavy Assault Fighter-1's (six in total)
• The Forward (Mendacity-class Corvette: 200 meters) - Carries Commodore Vun, with a single fighter squadron compliment of Heavy Assault Fighter-1's (three in total)
• The Rear (Mendacity-class Corvette: 200 meters) - Carries Rear Admiral Weab, with a single fighter squadron compliment of Heavy Assault Fighter-1's (three in total)
• The Bludgeon (Deluge-Class Frigate: 380 meters) - Carries Vice Admiral Jok'u, no compliment.
• The Ruin (Carnage-Class Frigate: 367 meters) - Carries Admiral Thetsh, with a four fighter squadron compliment of Heavy Assault Fighter-1's (twelve in total)

2/20

Finally, as the fleet was resting in the moments before combat, the Space Station began to open fire, and the vessels protecting began to engage. They had had enough of the Fleet ignoring their hails and warnings, and the Warlord could not have been happier. Quickly, with a gleeful grunt, the Warlord sitting immobile in his Throne command the ship to open up micro-singularities at very specific points as the blaster bolts and what not began to race towards the various Primeval Ships. The particularly adept vong pilot, displayed his raw potency and power effortlessly in the heat of battle. If Mishk was able to concentrate carefully, he may even be able to reach beyond enough to feel the flow of combat.

While the Hutt was technically able to literally feel and see the flow of combat, it did not mean he had to limit his perception of the battlefield to those simple sensory inputs, and used his raw potential in the force to reach out and feel the flow of combat yet to come. This gave him the advanced precognitive warning to make him so effective in shielding his fleet with the Dovin Basals of his ship.

Captain Slika meanwhile, observed and listened for orders to sent to him from Admiral Thetsh, and the other commanding officers in the fleet, though none had come yet. The Captain and the Warlord he babysat knew full well their function in combat, but refused to remain on the bridge unless necessary due to the unsightly presence of the monsters latest 'friend' in the corrupted strange jawa. One force using phychopathic alien was bad enough, but two? The damned things seemed to be breeding.

At any rate, he observed the other orders going around, as all the ships opened fire with their various weapons on the various targets present in the area, that would bring them victory in the shortest amount of time without damaging the space station too badly by the end of it.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Location: Aboard The Bandit King orbitting Cyborrea
Objective: A
Allies: The Hutt Cartel and co.
Enemies: Pirates not us
Fleet:

• The Bandit King (Kossak class destroyer 1000 meters) - Flannigan Mcnash, and 1x blood dart interceptor squadron
  1x Heavy hutt bomber squadron
• (Kossak class destroyer 1000 meters) - Flannigan Mcnash, and 1x blood dart interceptor squadron
  1x Heavy hutt bomber squadron
• The Tollway (Kebechet V1 Cruiser 950 meters) - Carries Cadan Tazi, and x10 Eightgun Class Assault Fighter, x2 RRS - Expeditious V1.

'tap' 'tap'. It's keys were reassuringly clunky and mechanical. It seemed to dance and sing to it's own rhythm as each fresh white sheen of the screen was cemented with written words as he connected to [member="Rayl Wilded"], com link. "We're currently boarding the opposing station with droids, keep the fire power up and continue the assault. But do not destroy it, I want that station. Yourself and [member="Cadan Tazi"], will lead the assault I have business to attend to."

He was arrogant sure, a swagger-cock if there ever was a more fitting character for the word. 'We'll win for sure'. "Sempra." he addressed appearing on screen, his form downcast his knee touching the ground and the incline of his head falling to the floor and than back up to [member="Sempra the Hutt"]. "The conquest of Cyborrea, goes as plan. Orbit will be our's in one rotation. If I may-" he paused, giving Sempra time to digest the situation "-there are other matters to attend to, our current conquests grow fat under our rule and a little unruly, they to my estimation siphon credits from our coffers."

"We should elect Governers for each planet from the Cartel, and Sleheryons fuel source is yet to be tapped into. We should start fuel plants and begin to sell it across the galaxy."

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

location: Mr Tiperi's casino
Objective B
Post 8/20


Sempra turned his eyes from [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] - assuming he would now proceed with his work.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] appeared and Sempra listened intently. He made sure Mr Tiperi could hear the discussion. His fate bound by [member="Nyx"] - but should he live he would understand the supremacy of the cartel.

"I agree mr Mcnash. It is time to go over the organisation and make some appointments. We need to consider current and future prospects as well."

Sempra had these thoughts himself for some time. With the cartel growing from mere criminal activities to world dominations there was a need to do some adjustements.

Then as [member="Nyx"] pulled the trigger Sempra turned back to her

"We need to finish off the rest of mr Typeri's loyalists. It would be nice if we could find and catch his security chief as well. We need to find out to whom the ownership of this casino is meant now when Typeri himself is dead."

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Locations: Casino
Objective: 2- Gather the Debts
Allies:[member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Alkah'Kahtel"] [member="Nyx"] [member="The Courier"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
3/20

Jaster knew the rules of this game, he had not done this type of work since his years working security for nobility. The dirty work of killing and harming those that the higher ups deemed criminals. It wasn't his place to say who or what they were to become, just to fulfill the orders he was given to retrieve what he wanted, the trade lane.

Jaster was about to turn and leave when he saw [member="Nyx"] blow the brains out of the criminals casino owner, he then looked at the women, "Maybe killing him before he told us we're the money was, may have been a little to quick on the draw?"

He then radioed his officers from the street, "Officer Donald, take the arrested and execute them in the ally way, make it look like a mugging, proceed to look for the rest on the list and do the same, cut a Cartel Mark in their skin, Sempra wasn't the locals to know not to cross the Cartel."

"Roger that sir!" Radioed the officer.

Returned to see what Sempra would also order before returning to the streets and lead the continued search.

 

[Domino]

Location: Reapers End
Objective: Get organized
Allies: [member="Romeo Sin"] [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"] [member="Aedan Miles"] Isis Varida
Enemies: Hutt Cartel Peeps
3/20

"And today was going so well," Domino groused as she pulled on a pair of fingerless leather bracers that ran from her middle knuckle almost to her elbow. "Suns to me!" She hollered, forgetting herself for a moment before she smiled sheepishly. "Sorry guys, old habits and all that. Still, lets rally up and get going. Maybe we can cash-out one last time before this town goes to creespa. Anybody feel like hitting up a bank or a casino on the way out?" No doubt Aedan would be ransacking the bar's till or safe as soon as he realized what was going on, the rest of them might as well grab something as well. Looking out one of the windows, she didn't see anybody out on the street that looked like Hutt Cartel, but then there were a lot of civvies out there running around trying to get to wherever they thought was 'safe.' Probably home, wherever that was...

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Location: On Board Kebechet, Orbitting Cyborrea
Objective: A
Allies: The Hutt Cartel & Co
Enemies: Anyone Who Oppose Them
NPC: Crew On Ship
Ship: Kebechet
Posts: 3

With the press of a few buttons and after barking numerous order at the crew the ships shields and weapons came alive. The shield came on just in time, absorbing the hits from the station. The pirate began to smile, not one from humor, but one that a wolf shows before it attacks a lost sheep.

Cadan looked to one of the crew. "Launch all fighters! Make sure that they don't destroy me space station!" The orders came through the comm link down in the hanger, so that all fighters could her it. A few minutes after the order came through, x10 Eightgun Class Assault Fighter, x2 RRS - Expeditious V1, left the hangers, aiming to destroy the opposing force's fighters.

Cadan looked to those at the weapons computer. "Cover 'em with the ion cannons." He said in an almost excited tone.

 

[Mishk]

Location: On board the thorn (Zambranos flagship)
Objective A
Npc: NA
Post: 9/20


Mishk had finished skulking around the bridge for the twentieth time, giggling and barring his sharpened teeth to those he passed, not without causing distress among the crew. It was a peculiar thing, that one of the warlords friends was still alive, tolerated and perhaps even liked by their mad leader [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] . No one knew how to act or interact with this... apprentice?

But then, as Mishk was about to start his twenty first laps the jawa came to an halt.

He froze, sensing something. It was dark and brooming, he looked around and started to sniff. Then it was gone again. Searching the room Mishk first thought the Veepad might be looking to play again but it was still nesting in the madters layers of fat black skin.

No this was something else. Outside a billion bright lights in various colors emerged from all sorts of constructions. It was s beautiful display. A ship exploded and Mishk dropped his jaw. The feeling rushed over him again and he realised what it was.

"Masster... " he managed with wide eyes staring at the space battle starting outside. "... death massster... you are killing..." Slowly mishk climbed the front panel and pressed his face at the window.

"It... it is beautiful..." he whispered with joy, clawing at the window as if he wished to reach out and destroy a ship himself.
[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Location: Mr Typeri casino (now dead npc)
Objective B
Npc: lots of cartel scum
Post 10/20
.........

Sempra looked around at the messy office.

"Mr Jaster, it does seem that something kept Mr Typeri from spilling his guts. While miss [member="Nyx"] is finding the security chief of this fine establishment - I would ask to have you do some shake up on a few locals with questionable connections. I need you to find out if there is someone holding strings we have yet not discovered." he gestured toward the brains of Typeri.

"My gut tells me Typeri here was afraid, enough to oppose me. Someone is still pulling strings here and we cant have that. Find out who this mystery boss is. "

Sempra sighed and returned his focus to [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] on the holoprojector.

Mean while slaves started to clean up the room and installing a hutt throne overseeing the panorama view.



[member="Nyx"]
[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Thraxis]

Location: On Route To Cyborrea
Objective:
Allies: The Hutt Cartel & Co
Enemies: Anyone Who Oppose Them
NPC:
Posts: 3
"Yeah, yeah, Imma gettin there." Thraxis said, agitated by the Captains orders, as if Thraxis wasn't capable of figuring out what he needed to do. Quickly he walked into the pod, his hand calmly placed on his Twin heavy Blaster pistols.

As he walked into his pod, he peered around, as far as he could tell their was just a bunch of buttons all around him. "Huh. Wonder what the big red one does..." he said, looking directly at it. It was so alluring, almost titillating, though he forced himself not to touch, the beautiful red button. So very, very beautiful. Though he quickly snapped himself out of the trance, looking around he saw a few Super Battle Droids, and wondered who would be going with him, or if he was going in solo in this pod.
[member="Ka-Aver"]
[member="Ashalah Ky"]
[member="Tiali Orazio"]

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Location: Space
Objective: Get into the pod
Post 2/20

Tiali chuckles to himself and wonders what Ash's plan is "What's this plan you speak of?"


As Ash nugles Tiali wishing him luck He smiles at her "Thanks. same to you, see you on the other side Ash. and let get another drink afterwards" He is confident that this will be an easy run.

He begins to make his way to the pods in a light rush. He slides his helmet onto his head sliding his hood over the top. "That pod looks good." He steps forth to the the pod to hear Thraxis in the next one "Thraxis don't touch those buttons you don't know what your doing."

Stepping into the pod he looks around at the battle droids "Hey big guys! Lets have some fun."


[member="Ashalah Ky"]http://starwarsrp.net/user/8700-ashalah-ky/
[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Ka-Aver]

Location: space
Objective get inside pod
post 11/20

There was a loud metalic crash, a curse with a heavy accent. A "bonking sound" and then a more softer thud.
A moment of silence and then Ka-Aver pushed himself inside with a merry smile.

"God damnz, droidz... all over the plaze. Az if itz aint crowded enough anywayz..." he remarked to the others with a serious tone.

He placed his glaive standing between his legs and pressed his back to the seat. He hated this part, the flying...

His concentration only disturbed by one thing.

"Oooh... a redz button. Whoz gonna push itz?"


[member="Thraxis"]
[member="Tiali Orazio"]
[member="Ashalah Ky"]

 

[The Scope]

Location: Space, short ways out from target.
Objective A
Allies: Hutt Cartel, Supporting Factions.
Enemies: Pirates
Post 3/20

[member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

Rayl furrowed his brow. This clanker man sure had some circuits on him to say the least. Circuits he'd love to rip out of whatever little flesh he had left. "Listen here clanker. I don't take orders from the likes of you. Nor anyone. You make a suggestion, I may say yes to it. But I'll tell you right now. My plans are to capture at least one of those cruisers. Your forces can handle the station until mine are freed up. The glories probably all yours on it though, so just stay out of my way". The transmission cut out. Rayl went back to focusing on his objective.

The Whitenoise flew wide around the enemy cruiser. Bombarding her from afar to reduce the ships shields. The other vessel attacked head on, its best position for its forward fire design. Turbolasers blazing but its torpedoes held back for fear they'd overwhelm the ship and destroy it. While they harassed and pissed off the enemy captain enough to attempt a breakout or pursuit if he was bold enough. The Tyrant moved out to its location, not all that far from the station, but out of the line of fire from both sides. Since no one had any idea where he actually was, you needed to be aware of where you were yourself.

 

[Ashalah Ky]

Location: On board pirate ship
Allies: Hutts
Enemies: Pirates

Well it looks like chit-chat time was over. It was time to get down to business. After Tiali left, Ash followed a little later, past the rows of pods about to be launched. She had her own ship docked in the hanger of the carrier, a Half-Drive Fighter, ready and waiting for her. Climbing aboard, she sat in one of two pilot seats and started it up.

Once out in open space, Ash would zip around, happy that the fighter she was in was so fast and maneuverable. Shots fired at her she was able to dodge like nobody's business. Immediately, she made her way towards the open hanger of the pirate's ship, where opposing fighters spilled out. Pushing down the controls, she let her ship drop and swerve, blending in with a crowd of other Hutt fighters. Her ship swerved again, slipping in through the hanger. It sure was busy in there. People ran around, climbing into ships, preparing ships for launch. She landed closer to the wall of the hanger and hurried out. Before anyone could stop her, she knelt down next to a grate. Popping off the bolts with her wrench, she slid inside.

The grate fell back into place and Ash crawled deeper into the framework of the ship, on her way to her target.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Location: Aboard The Bandit King orbitting Cyborrea
Objective: A
Allies: The Hutt Cartel and co.
Enemies: Pirates not us
Fleet:

• The Bandit King (Kossak class destroyer 1000 meters) - Flannigan Mcnash, and 1x blood dart interceptor squadron
  1x Heavy hutt bomber squadron
• (Kossak class destroyer 1000 meters) - Flannigan Mcnash, and 1x blood dart interceptor squadron
  1x Heavy hutt bomber squadron
• The Tollway (Kebechet V1 Cruiser 950 meters) - Carries Cadan Tazi, and x10 Eightgun Class Assault Fighter, x2 RRS - Expeditious V1.

"Listen here clanker." He has been mistaken by the pirate [member="Kuryr"], for a protocol droid and now a clanker by some forgotten sun. "Silence communications with that ship." he said his pointed digits running ovals on the dashboard creating intricate lines and scratch marks in the panel. "Clanker aye."

Sempra had protected [member="Kuryr"], on Klatooine and that had been in front of everyone but this was space and whether [member="Sempra the Hutt"] knew it his pride demanded retribution, he wouldn't take that from some forgotten pirate relic of the past. "Fire the Buzz cannons on him and have the fleet mark him as an enemy vessel. Keep communications up, I'll hear him beg before I relinquish my assault on his ship."

The tubliar cannons sounded off with the clap of thunder that precedes a storm, the whistling sound to the crash and all aimed at [member="Rayl Wilded"].

He turned to face the hologram that was [member="Sempra the Hutt"], he did not care if he saw, no he needed him to. "If the hand of the Cartel is not feared so too is the Cartel. Make an example of him."

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Suddenly another enemy vessel appeared on the radars, Cadan could have sworn that before it was a friendly, but now it was mark as an enemy.

Cadan opened a comm to his RRS - Expeditious V1 fighters. "I want you to attack the new ship." The two fighters soon began to use their torpedoes onto the two Adventurous Class Cruisers that held [member="Rayl Wilded"].

While this was going on, his other fighters were engaged in a firefight with the opposing fighters.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Ashalah Ky"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Location: planetside - Mr Typeri's casino (dead npc stronghold)
Objective B
Post 12/20
.....................

There were many things to consider when taking control over a planet. Sempra knew very well that in his long arm several of his hired guns made a profit on the side. All under the hutts blessing. Such was the way of the hutt cartel. He would allow looting and operations of their own, as long as the cartel rules were abided. The prime focus now was to dominate this world, and if someone were cutting the chase for own goals then that had to be handled. His cartel had officers for a reason, to keep everything in check.

Sempra did not see what actually transpired on the cyborg commanders bridge. Nor did he care much, if someone needed go be corrected [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] was his right hand on these matters. Sempra knew he had a temper but he felt pride and trust in his chosen major domo. Hence Sempra merely waited until [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] was done ordering the ships around. Then he smiled.

"So admiral, I can see that we both are fully occupied. Shall we decide to resume these discussions once Cyborrea has bent knee and we can give the matter its full attention. I am sure we can find a few people interested in running a planet on the cartels behalf.." he smiled

Sempra slowly slithered his way up unto the newly made hutt throne while slaves moved the holoprojector to allow the conversation to continue.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you admiral. I have yet a surprise for you." he then added with a teasing voice.