Border control - [Hutt Cartel dominion over Cyborrea]

[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.

The turrets chanted their silent count down, the pillar of fiery smoke and dust, still boiling up from where they had fired at, and it was being violently agitated, A series of new flashes broke out, lifting and spreading the incandescent radioactive gasses, and then a great gush of flame rose. A column of pure hydrogen must have rushed up into the vacuum created by the explosion; the next blast of laziers came in a lateral sheet, and great rags of fire, changing from red to violet and back through the spectrum to red again.

"As my lord wills it." he said straightening, ascending to his full height with a flick of his coat. "And this surprise is?" he addressed [member="Sempra the Hutt"].

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Location: Mr Typeri's casino
Objective B (sorta)
Post 13/20

.......

Sempra took a dramatic pause. If there was ever a doubt in [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] s mind that Sempra favoured him. This would surely bring it to its knees. He waited for the right moment. Lighting a cigarra as time passed and blew out cloud of smoke to the side.

Then space warped, a trillion stars, seized to be. The moon was blocked as a huge ship exited hyperspace.

"May I present the Besadii class heavy carrier admiral."" he said, not without pride in his voice.

"You have declared your loyalty and stood to serve the cartels best interests. On this day I announce you my chief admiral and protector of the cartel.

"I want you to oversee the fleet defenses of Hutt space. And this ship is yours to commandeer as you see fit to aid you in this endevour."

"She is expensive so please do protect her well."

Sempra met the cyborgs eyes with a nod of mutual understanding.

"Do your worst admiral - report back once we have some progress."

 

[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"]
4/20

Jaster looked at the Hutt, he was impressed with his defined leadership, to collect such a group of renegades and criminals was a feat not many could accomplish. Jaster didn't admire the man to the point of joining his cause, Jaster was in it for the money, always was. What the Supreme Commander had his Domo or Lieutenants do was none of his buisness, but if he was ordered to do something, he'd only follow it to get what he wanted.

Jaster bowed his head to the Hutt and looked over to the female trigger finger [member="Nyx"], she truely lived up to her legend of being a killer. Jaster would make a note not to cross her unless he had an army at his side. "Of course your Grace, the information I have gathered this far only states they receive calls from the Sation, no name or discretion as of yet, my officers are still... Pressing the issue though." Jaster needed to choose his words carefully, he didn't need to be associated with torture, he had a public appearance to keep up.

 

[Isis Varida]

LOCATION: Reapers End Cantina and Gambling Den
OBJECTIVE: D 3/20
ALLIES: [member="Domino"]
ENEMIES: Everyone Else

Isis was surprised and her eyes were bulging as she moved back around and had her holo coming back to her hand. The datapad saving the information before she was moving to try and get into a safer location while avoiding when talks of ships and other things came. The stal-11 coming for her hand for protection before she was moving back to try and get into a safer area before she watched Aedan and Domino head off to who knew where the hell. "Ah frak." She said the words but was so wanting a carrack to appear and get her out of there.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Location: Mr Typeri's casino
Objective B
Post 14/20

Sempra turned and twisted some in his new found throne. It was not as comfortable as the throne of the supreme mogul in the white palace. No, this was a crude replica. Non the less it would have to do for the occation.

He nodded at [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

"Excellent Mr Jaster, I am confident you will smoke this one out. I need not inform you why I need this world with its position to submit to my rule promptly. The trade route passing here is a crucial gateway from hutt space into other markets."

He was recieving some reports around the planet. This planet had proven to be more complicated then expected. Things needed to stir.

Luckily, Sempra knew just how to cause a stir. He opened a channel to adress some of the more expensive contractors the cartel kept close. More expensive but also highly effective at their jobs.

"Greetings ladies and gentlemen." he started making sure he got their attention.

"It is time to earn those credits. Things are not moving as rapidly as I would have prefered."

"I would want you to cause some noise on the behalf of the cartel."

" [member="Alkah'Kahtel"] - there is a ware house near your location. It belongs to a shipping company called Traz Shipments. This is a cover for an underground spice operation. It should be heavily guarded by criminal thugs, but I am sure you can handle it. Please - leave non alive."

" [member="Sareen Zar"] - we have just picked up a signal from the Cyborrea port administration. Mr Typeri's banker. A twi'lek named Houros is making a run for it in Mr Typeris private yacht parked in docking bay 32. Please adjusts his kneecaps. And do take care of the black security brief case he is carrying. Mind his bodyguards though."

" Mr [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] - I have heard that there is a gigantic Nek nesting near your location The Cyborreans call her Mother. Impress us please."

" [member="The Courier"] - There seem to be a media mogul, a local Cyborrean who keeps broadcasting, encouraging the citizens to resist us. He holds office at the pent house of his network HQ. Find him, take him out."

" [member="Hakora Vex"] - I got that special equipment that you asked for. Why dont you come and pick it up. You can easily find some target practice on the usurpers of this planet."

Sempra reviewed the reports again. That space station better give up sometime soon. They needed to show a firm control without to many mistakes. Time was of the essence. Sempra drummed his fingers on the table that up until recently belonged to mr Typeri. He cast a symbolic eye toward the ceiling hoping that [member="Ashalah Ky"] would deliver. She had been part of his criminal organisation for as long as she had existed. But this was her first bigger test. If she proved herself here, it would be one step closer to the cartels inner circle.

 

[Sareen Zar]

Sareen expressed a toothy grin, when the message finished. He knew his price would be well paid with [member="Sempra the Hutt"], and the job that Sempra selected seemed almost to easy for his services. But if Sempra wanted him to do it, he would get it done with the upmost speed and proficiency. Sareen stepped of his ship, all systems operating.

Sareen had adorned his Trandoshan Bounty Hunter Armor, clipped to his belt were two Thermal Detonators, primed and ready. On the other side of his belt was a lightsaber whose blade shone yellow, a prize from a battle with a Jedi. Finally on the back of the belt was a MT-U14 CarbonTrap, built especially for force users.

Sareen was short on his usual two side-arms and sniper rifle, thanks to a Jedi on the moon of Endor. But he was still as deadly as ever. Sareen began to sprint as fast as he could in the armor suit. Eventually he reached the spaceport of which the twi'lek was fleeing, and after finding where his yacht had been parked he gained visual contact with him, running as fast as he could toward the docking bay 32 followed by his four bodyguards. Although hidden by his helmet, another grin spread across his face.

He took his lightsaber into his left claw, and ignited the in-built shock whip in the other. In a movie like way he ignited both weapons, each as deadly as the other.

 

[Azula Tindara]

"Ah read ye," Thrukk called onto his comm as he moved through the undergrowth. When he needed to, the pit fighter could move in complete silence, much to people's surprise.

As soon as the comm was back on his belt, he heard a series of blaster shots somewhere off to his right. It was followed by loud, but brief screams.

Keeping his hunting rifle tight to his shoulder - the high calibre rail gun having enough stopping power to slow a rancor - he headed in that direction. It wasn't long before he came across the remains of the hunting party. There was just enough left there for him to recognise the rich off-worlders. The beast hadn't left much.

 

[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)

3/20

"Yessss..." The dark beast merely responded to its tiny apprentice, leaving small whispers in his ears as it observed the conflict set before them. Tiny fighter vessels exploded left in right, half from his own fleet, a part of which was claimed by his Yorek-Kor, and the other half from the Cartel Fleet that had arrived as well. Brilliant explosions all around, Zambrano soaked it all in to himself, allowing it to fill him up with the pain of all those who were quickly extinguished.

"It isss...." The monster spoke simply, too focused upon the destruction of lives, than to speak any more elaborate phrases. His apprentice, surely, could appreciate his level of concentration on this singular and ignoble task.

 

[Mishk]

Location: Aboard The Thorn above Cyborrea
Objective: A
Allies: The Hutt Cartel, [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]
Enemies: Pirates
Post 15/20
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Mishk slowly licked the window. Too most it appeared an animalistic and senseless action. But to Mishk he was sucking in all the phenomenal agony taking place outside. Each death, each desperate scream, each terrorised realisation of imminent death was brought together into a symphony, beautiful music, the tones bathing against the window and his small body.
With admiration he turned and watched his master, the composer of the most wonderful event Mishk had ever attended. the emotion was overwhelming and he felt so excited. His red eyes gleaming with pure evil as he started to rush around the bridge. watching all the small pieces, crew, machines, buttons and so forth coming together in this manifestation of death.

It was fascinating, and the more he ran, the quicker he turned and tumbled around the computers, people and screens dingling from the ceiling the dark jawa started to see something else. These were not just machines, they were turning inot its true form. snakes, and bugs crawling all over. hissing and biting, spitting its poison. Michk laughed and swung himself forth. He sensed and saw his masters tentacles reaching out throughout not only the bridge but into space itself. The hutts power so thick and broad that Mishk could taste it. Utter madness and evil combined into the most warm and loving embrace Mishk could imagine.

Yessss... splendid, splendid... we are... friendssss

 

[Ka-Aver]

Location with the boarding party
Objective A
Post 16/20
.................

Ka-Aver sighed.

"Whatz keeping thiz freakin shuttle? Why dont youz push the button eh... huh? [member="Thraxis"] ... man come onz! Letz do thiz!" the weequay requested impatiently.

sitting strapped in like this was always tough. One did not know how the fight was going and although they felt pretty reassured by the sheer number the hutts had sent at this station one never knew. Stuff happened, mercs abandoning their posts, weapons malfunctioning. A third party getting involved. And being a sitting duck like this was not something he fanzied at all. He considered pushing the button himself but decided against it. There were alot of important folks around and several of em were trigger happy. Ka-Aver prefered his head where it was and if things did go down the drain the jackals had ways to sneak their ships away from to much hazard. He had been with them in similar situations before. So far most usually survived...

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

 

[The Scope]

Location: Space, stealthing about.
Objective: Negotiate Truce and return to Objective A
Allies: Hutt Cartel, Supporting Factions.
Enemies: Pirates
Post 4/20

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

Friendly vessels now attacked his own. Rayl knew he was safe aboard the Tyrant, but his plans for the future weren't. A Pirate of his caliber with no fleet didn't do well with him. Teeth grinded back and forth on each other, blood boiled. Anger wasn't going to win his goals though. Rayl though it out a moment as his Captains made evasive maneuvers on their own. He didn't have many options. Though the arms aboard this ship could devastate the fleet in mere minutes, it would throw him out of the Cartel. Fleeing wouldn't do any good either as the outcome would be the same.

"Captain! A new ship has entered the battle zone, carrier class by the looks. Nearly three kilometers long".

"Fine. Get Mcnash back on the line. NOW"! It took only seconds to have a line back to the cyborg. Seems he'd been trying to reestablish contact for a short time. A holographic image of Mcnash appeared before him, the same it should be on his adversaries bridge. "You're attacking me over an insult and attacking the enemy cruisers"? Rayl was yelling, angrily yelling. It took a lot to tick him off but this easily did it. Rayl pressed a single button, beaming it to the other ships in battle. Everyone would know Rayl was in the right here, and within his rights. "I'm a bloody pirate Mcnash. I gave Sempra my word I'd help him out, sometimes I guess. And currently I am. So let me quote his very words from the day I joined the Cartel".

"But you should know that I demand a certain fealty of those who seek us out. Your fleet and yourself will be called upon to defend the cartel interests. I will be expecting your total support on those matters.

"This here". Rayl waved about to mean everything around and about. His voice also resumed its regular tone. "Is an expansion of Cartel interests. Not defending them. I'm sure Sempra would be quite proud of me for this as I have the honor to go beyond my agreements. So as I said I'm here to help though. You are interfering with such aid of course, aid I give directly to Sempra the Hutt. So I'll ask for you to call off your attack on my ships. Or I'll have to exercise my right to defend myself. And I have a lot of baradium missiles to do so". Expertly the pirate had positioned himself well. He was legally in the right to defend himself, or Mcnash would stand off his forces and things would be fine. "I also extend my foremost apologies for the earlier insult. Calling you a clanker was surely wrong and factually incorrect of me. I hope you will accept it. And in the future should any insult accidentally slip by me you won't send your fleets against those who merely were namecalling". If he didn't, not only would he be able to inflict a devastating blow on him, if not outright killing the cyborg in a mass of fusion blasts, along with the fleet. But destroy his reputation and place him as an insane man who'd kill his allies over an insult. No one in the Cartel would trust him again, should he somehow survive.

Whatever the result. Rayl didn't want to be an enemy of the Cartel. If he was he was forced to the position; he'd just have to deal with it. Now or latter.

 

[Ashalah Ky]

Location: In the air vents of the pirate ship
Allies: Hutt Cartel
Enemies: Pirates

Ash slipped through the vents silently, but with an air of promptness. It was important to move quickly; get in and get out without causing a scene. But she had to move carefully too. The last thing she wanted was to get caught because she was too noisy. With each grate she passed, she would take a scan through the room on the other side. She knew exactly what she was looking for.

After what seemed like hours of slithering around on her belly like a sand serpent, she found what she was looking for. An office room with huge windows giving an impressive view of the battle outside the ship. The desk in the center of the room looked expensive, but something told Ash its current owners didn't buy it. There was also a large chair behind the desk, its back to her as it faced the window. The whizzing sound of a door being opened sounded underneath Ash and a human entered. "Sir," he announced, standing like he was addressing someone important. He listed off reports from the space battle. Nothing that caught his attention. But then something else did.

"Good," the chair said as it spun around. There was a Twi'lek male sitting on the chair, a smug grin like he owned the ship on his face. "Keep the retaliation. I want those damn Hutts out of my space."
"Yes, Captain." The human affirmed before turning. As he left, the chair turned back around to face the window. A smug grin of her own crossed Ash's grey lips. She had found her target.

 

[Thraxis]

Location: On Route To Cyborrea
Objective:
Allies: The Hutt Cartel & Co
Enemies: Anyone Who Oppose Them
NPC:
Posts: 4
Thraxis heard his compadres request, "Well, I have been told never to fly a ship. Too much kamikaze in the simulation." he explained, though quickly he realized his Captain was not there to stop him from getting the engines roaring and the pod flying.

"Wait, no captain means no rules! Slugger, this is gonna be fun!" he yelled, his eyes peeling wide with a look of twisted joy exposing itself, quickly Thraxis turned to the big button, curling his fist he lunged at the button, forcing his fist into contact with that damn titillating button.
The doors to the pod slammed close, and the engine began to purr, and soon the pod was flying through space, the red embers that propelled the pod igniting the space with a beautiful stream of light, though only for the stream to disappear as the ship got further away from it.
[member="Ka-Aver"]
[member="Tiali Orazio"]
[member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[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: 5

Cadan's hands danced across the keys of his system, launching all pods that hadn't already been launched. "Kill 'em all!" He said as the pods descended to their location. All the while his fleet of fighters engaged the enemies. Their lasers spitting out of the guns, their shields deflecting shots that did get them. It was a beautiful thing to watch.

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Ka-Aver"] [member="Tiali Orazio"]

 

[Grand Moff Helranth]

Location: Mr Typeri's casino
Objective ?
Post 1/20
Ally: [member="Sempra the Hutt"]


Vex sat on a ship bound for, well he wasn't quite sure. He had been summoned by a Hutt that had offered to make him weapons and armor in exchange for Vex's services. He sat with his elbows on his his knees and head in his hands. His eyes were closed as he slept through the ship ride. He arrived planet side and walked off the ship and then his attention was brought to a message on his datapad. It was from the Hutt summoning him to his location where the equipment could be found.

Vex walked through the city blinding in with everyone else. He made his way into the casino, keeping his eyes on everyone around him, but not moving his head to look so he did not stand out. As he approached the Hutt's throne, it was the moment that people who feared the power of a Hutt would bend and grovel, but Vex continued with his charming smirk ever present. Two guards approached the cocky merc, who grabbed two knifes nonchalantly that he was prepared to ram through the bottom of their jaw if they did not stand down. He was a laid back man, but he knew he could be a servant or demand respect.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Location: Mr Tyepri's casino
Objective B
Post 17/20
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Sempra watched the man approaching the throne. He was very used to pride. Most men inside the cartel were very proud. Some to a degree that one might think they saw themselves above the power of the cartel. This was still a bit troublesome to Sempra. He could hear the message broadcast by [member="Rayl Wilded"] to [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] and recognized that notion.
The cartel fleet was no small matter and it was to his appointed admiral to direct it. But he would prefer to see the black sun pirate and his impressive vessel - the tyrrant keep working for the cartel. The Black Sun was no longer was it once was but there was contacts and captain Wilded had insinuated that it would benefit the cartel greatly. So far that was still left to be proven but Sempra was patient when it came to potential deals tio increase the family's power base.
If the cyborg admiral decided to go against the Tyrrant this operation might run longer then expected. Everything costs and Sempra would look into the matter if that happened. But he did not wish to intervene at this stage. [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] was declared his right arm, and he did not want him questioned by anyone but himself. [member="Rayl Wilded"] had extended a possible way out of the dilemma and now it was up to the admiral to decide how to proceed.

With [member="Hakora Vex"] in his presence Sempra returned his attention to the matter at hand. With a flick of his hand he called off the goons trying to search him

"No need for that," Sempra explained with his dark resonating voice.

"Mr Vex is here because I summoned him."

He motioned for a chest that had been placed on the floor just in front of Sempras huge desk.

" [member="Hakora Vex"] - you declared that you would do my bidding in exchange for some rare and special gear. I have what you need in this chest. If the equipment is to your liking I would ask of you to join my snipers to protect this building. Some unruly gangs seem to stil belive that Mr Typeri is alive and is trying to get to him. I know you got an eye to pick out the alphas in a pack. I believe there are a few alphjas out there that could use your attention."

Sempra motioned for [member="Hakora Vex"] to approach the chest himself.

 

[Grand Moff Helranth]

Location: Mr Typeri's casino
Objective Kill the leaders
Post 2/20
Ally: [member="Sempra the Hutt"]

Vex let his grip on his blades weaken and then removed them completely. He was a proud one, but not to the point that he would jeopardize a job, he just knew goons were replacable. The Hutt before him was a powerful Hutt, one he needed as a ally, but knew he could not trust just like Vex could not be trusted. This was the name of the game, trust was not needed when money could buy trust. He smirked at the mention of his name, "Oh mighty Hutt Sempra, mind if I call you Sem? You may call me Vex, Mr. Vex was my father." That wasn't exactly true, Vex was a made up last name, kept his true idenity a secret, but there was no need to tell him that.

He approached the chest and kicked the lock making it open. He reached inside and found a bow and quiver. He strapped the quiver to his belt, not his back. He did not draw arrows each time he needed to fire, this was what films taught and it was too slow. He held three arrows at a time in the same hand as the bow, this made it possible to shoot 3 arrows in the matter of a second. He then took the armor and put it on, flexible, this was good. He put the bracers on and then hid a bunch of throwing knives on his person made from mandalorian iron. He then turned his attention to the bow itself. Spining it a few times to understand the weight, he then pressed a button on the grip which made the front of the bow a lightsaber of sorts. "You came through Sem, I am rather impressed. As to your alphas, explain exactly to me what it is you want me to do? It seems I have no idea where we are or what is going on except that you sent a ship for me."

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Location: Mr Tyepri's casino
Objective Handing out objectives
Post 18/20
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Sempras fingers worked with speed across the control table installed in the large desk in front of him. He was activating battle droids stowed away at the hangar bays. They needed to secure the port and a supply line between the fleet and the planet was to be established.

"No [member="Hakora Vex"] - you are not allowed to call me by such a name." he spoke and lifted his large head toward the bounty hunter "You are addressing the supreme Mogul of the Hutt cartel. In time you will learn to appreciate the protocol required around here Vex." the hutt delivered with a sly smile.

"Now, unto business." he slid over a thin datapad with a map "Here you will find three location with three seperate gang leaders who's loyalty is admirable but has earned them their death sentence." Sempra shrugged.

"At the first location you will find a Cyborrean female, she has occupied a four story pub. Her goons are settled in and have barricaded themselves. My guess is that she is moving across the floors doing her best top keep her men in a tight leash. Without her they are bound to give in."

"The second target is at this square." the map zoomed in over the central plaza of the city. "This one is a preacher - he has gathered quite the crowd it seems and he keeps warning the locals of siding with the hutts. There is some sort of old cult he runs that will wither without the financial support of Mr Typeri. I did offer him money to shift sides, but you know these religious fanatics." Sempra sighed.

"Deal with him swiftly."

"the third target is a crazy fellow called "Big Tom." He has kept the street gangs running on Typeri's behalf and is now correctly assuming that I will replace him. He has managed to gather a gang of well armed thugs and is headed toward a garage situated here." Again the map zoomed out and in on a new location, a long low building coming into sight.
"Where they keep their speeders. If they get away he might become a nuissance to me in the future. I would prefer to have him dead before he left the city."

"You will have to move swiftly." Sempra returned his attention to the screens in front of him. "You may go now." he finished and returned to work on his control panel.

The contractors did a very good job, but they were spread out thin. He could have used [member="Tiali Orazio"] on the ground but he had understood he was about to aid [member="Cadan Tazi"] to board the space station. These moments were dangerous. Everything needed to fall in place at the same time. If they did not someone unexpected usually died.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

"You are forgive." he addressed [member="Rayl Wilded"], in a mocking tone that one might used to scold a child. "I'm Sempra's right hand, an exstension of him if you will. You insult me you insult him, and you must understand that undermines the appearance of the Cartel." the arm would pivot and move on an impossible angle striking a glancing blow on the neighbouring table with a 'thud' before switching channels and returning him to an ally.

"[member="Cadan Tazi"], watch your fire that's a ally ship. Have you been doing dust on the job again." it was the small things in life, he relished taunting the spiced up Duros, or the enrage able Thaxis. "If only you could see us now Fiar."

 

[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: 6

Cadan scratched his head, he could have sworn it was an enemy. "No Cap'n. You know I've been clean for three hours now." He said with a puzzled look on his face. But he pushed the thought aside and contact the fighters. "Boys, join the main fighters and take out the damn pirates!"

At Cadan's command the fighters rejoined their brethren and continued the assault on the space station.

"Cap'n, how much more do you think this bastard can take?" Cadan asked as he opened the comms to his captain.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]