Coruscant Police Force stop illegal activity.

[KeCholo]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=srI1VsRDytw​

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The plan was set, it was time to execute.​

Ke'Cholo walked into one of the largest docking bays on Coruscant, docking bay 777 on ''Jetxo's Lot''. Jexto was a wealthy business man and rather trustworthy, he was not here today. The ship located in the bay for was a Veridian Class Heavy Assault Cruiser.

The ship, recently released, had been sold to a high profile Coruscantian bank to transport the only thing that wasn't digital now-a-days, servers. The servers had several million usernames and passwords to accounts that totaled several million, perhaps even a billion in credits. It was a chance Ke'Cholo and his crew couldn't pass up.

Ke'Cholo walked up to, what looked like, the man in charge. ''Turn those carts around'' he would yell to the dock hands off loading the servers. The man in charge turn to Ke'Cholo, ''Who do you think you are, exactly?'' Ke'Cholo appeared to get angry, ''Detective Sandarno'' he would tap on the badge located on his left breast pocket. He was in full police uniform. ''Well, what exactly do you think's going on here?'' the man would ask. ''Illegal drug trafficking'' he would say, walked towards the ramp into the hull. ''I want all these carts back in the ship and everyone evacuated.'' he would yell to the other 'officers' behind him, who were in fact his own crew.

[member="Nicademus Blith"]

 

[KeCholo]

The officers made sure the crew emptied off the ship, even telling the captain the broadcast a message telling everyone to get off. ''Stay outside'' the Kaleesh officer, Jal would say, standing at the entrance to the ship. The officers would walk into the ship and lift up the cloth covering the servers, observing them. ''Ghaacko, Worwir, big man you too'' Ke'Cholo would address the com-link on his hip that he had brought to his mouth. ''Looks good, Ghaacko you cover us while we escape. Worwir make sure you and big man get out.'' the com-link was silent as per-plan. ''Q, you made it to the cockpit?'' he would speak into the channel again. ''Affirmative, closing the doors''

The boarding ramps would retract suddenly, forcing those on them, off. ''What are you doing?'' Ke'Cholo would yell at one of the officials, who wasn't paying attention, doing his best to blame it on him. ''Get those ramps back out!'' Ke'Cholo would yell to someone behind the wall none of the others outside could see. Then the walls began to fall down, ''They're trying to steal it!'' a woman from the crowd called. Instead of responding, Ke'Cholo ducked behind the wall as they opened fire. The walls closed and the servers were uninjured, time for take off.

 

[KeCholo]

The ship lurched forward, groaning. It had taken off. Ke'Cholo was running down corridors to get to the bridge when he rounded a corner to face three men he had never seen before. Two were in some sort of Mandolorian garb and the other was wearing a skin tight suit.

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The two in the garb, drew their weapons and pointed it at Ke'Cholo's chest. ''Gun'' the one in the suit demanded. Ke'Cholo, slowly, handed them his ambassador pistol which he had on him. Ke'Cholo looked over his shoulder trying to see if his crew was behind him, they were not. Ke'Cholo looked at the man in the suit and studied his face. ''Should we kill him?'' one of the ones in the garb asked. ''You don't want to do that'' a voice from, somewhere, said.


((Man in suit: http://factmag-images.s3.amazonaws.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/johnny-cash-1210.jpg))
((Two in mandolorian garb: http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/e/e0/Mandalore_the_Indomitable.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20100528131156))

 

[KeCholo]

From behind the three men, Qaeth appeared, swords in hand. He pressed the swords against the backs of each with the command of ''Drop your weapons, you two take the helmets off.'' The three, realizing they were outgunned, dropped the weapons and helmets revealing their faces. ''Good, what'r yer names?'' Ke'Cholo would ask. ''Wilnt Cester'' ''Yon Yash'' and ''Chegh Tur'' were the responses. ''Mandolorians?'' Ke'Cholo would ask. The three explained how they were mandolorians and that they had payed for transportation aboard this vessel, but couldn't get off in time. ''Search these guys and throw them in the brig.'' Ke'Cholo would tell Raxo and Ghaacko who had boarded and met Ke'Cholo whilst talking to the three.

(( guy 1: http://resources3.news.com.au/images/2009/03/09/1111120/792191-tough-guys.jpg))
(( guy 2: https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0ahUKEwjdjsLmgZHLAhUERSYKHV_qAbEQjRwIBw&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.standbyformindcontrol.com%2F2013%2F02%2Ffeel-lucky-the-10-best-clint-eastwood-movies%2F&psig=AFQjCNGCySBglGX9aIES75nPiHdyz_-Ubg&ust=1456424367938336))

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo would march up to the bridge of the ship with Qaeth. ''Those are good men, just in the wrong situation'' Qaeth would say as the walk. ''They still threatened me, and told me to drop my gun, either way I'm not letting them out of the brig.'' They walked for some time, observing the ship until finally reaching the bridge which was monitored by Jal as it was on autopilot.

''Evertang good up 'ere Jal?'' Ke'Cholo would ask as he entered the ginormous bridge. ''Yessir, bossman'' the Kaleesh would respond. ''Good'' the Duros would look over the various controls, some of them still showing signs of the crew. A mug here, a hat there and even a weapon or two that was left behind. ''Where's we going?'' Jal would ask. ''Kasiim'' Ke'Cholo said, sitting down at one of the transmitters. ''Boys, make sure to run a complete run through of the ship, make sure we don't got anymore stowaways.'' Ke'Cholo would broadcast this message to the com-links each of his crew had. ''In the cell block, checking all working cameras'' Worwir would respond. ''Our prisoners made it down here as well''

 

[KeCholo]

Upon arrival of Kasiim, Ke'Cholo would order the ship to enter the atmosphere. All seemed to go well until Qaeth appeared distressed.

''Ke'Cholo!'' Qaeth would exclaim, awaking the captain from his half slumber, ''What?'' he would ask. ''There's an isolated city that's being attacked by pirates, a city of Gasiirs'' Qaeth would say, pointing to some scanners and cameras. ''What do you want me to do about it?'' Ke'Cholo asked going back to sleep, rather annoyed. ''We need to save them!'' Qaeth said, stomping off to the tubolaser entrances. ''Why?'' Ke'Cholo asked, ''Because...were we in the same situation we would want someone else's help.'' Ke'Cholo shut his eyes, taking this oppertunity, Jal snuck off with Qaeth.

Down at the turbolaser bay, Qaeth configured the unmanned weapons to aim whereever a manned weapon was aiming, effectively turning their firepower up by a factor of 10. Most of the crew, except for Worwir and Ke'Cholo, entered gunning cockpits. They began to fire at the pirate vessels and ground troops, with merciless precision. After several minutes of firing, most of the threat had been eliminated. Ke'Cholo, who had been guillted into helping, emerged first. ''I'll head up to the bridge and set her down, you all head to the hull and get ready to exit''

 

[KeCholo]

The crew exited the hull after Ke'Cholo had arrived at the hull. Upon exiting the small, Gasiirians swarmed them with hugs and praises. There were at least a thousand of them. They spoke in basic, a basic that they were all fluent in, having mastered it. They began to speak of 'lifedebts'' and 'becming devoted to whatever you want' this all was very new to Ke'Cholo and his crew alike. Ke'Cholo surveyed the city, it was in ruins. Whilst still looking some red colored Gasiirians approached him. They asked him if he was the captain of the vessel, which he affirmed. They informed him that all 1,000+ Gasiirs owed him a life debt and would follow him to their graves.

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo arrived at his original destination, a low key chop shop on a non-frequented part of the world. Upon landing, all the Gasiirians unloaded and scattered throughout the small group of bays. Ke'Cholo had made the decision to hire the Gasiirians and have them crew the vessel for him. Upon being informed by Qaeth that the stupidest of them was still 2 times smarter than the average being, Ke'Cholo was pleased with his decision.

''Servers?'' a woman asked, approaching him.
''Of course, hun'' Ke'Cholo said with a smile. The woman was Denna, Ke'Cholo's favorite ship upgrader, mechanic, and repairer.
''Gravity wells?'' he would ask, motioning for the Gasiirs to offload the servers.
''Those and the parts for the hanger you wanted, your hull space will suffer though.''
''This thing has more space than you'd think''
''It better, you friends here gonna help mine upgrade this thing?''
''If yours will tell them what to do, sure''
''It'll take a month, even with your help.''
''I've been informed that these are some of the most intelligent beings in the galaxy, maybe half a month.''

 

[KeCholo]

After about a month, the ship's upgrades were ready, it had been stocked with supplies, and the crew was equipped. ''Thanks for all this'' Ke'Cholo said to Denna as he stood at the door of the . ''Any time, again, those gravity wells will tear anything under about kilometer out of hyperspace and will tear it apart like a gundark to a jawa. Anythign above that might be ripped apart, but will most certainly be injured.'' the woman said. ''Yah already told me that'' Ke'Cholo said, somewhat annoyed. ''Just trying to help you out, K'' she said ''The extra credits were sent to your account, should pay for all that gear you bought for that crew of yours. Oh, and what name'd you settle on?'' Denna asked, realizing their departure was imminent. ''Tek-1, Tek was the name of their city'' Ke'Cholo said, motioning to his crew of Gasiirians. He waved farewell as the door closed, they were off to a new life and a new rank in the criminal underworld.

Ke'Cholo would walk down to the newly installed hangar, he observed everything in it.

Slave 1
His YVX-2350
2 and a half squadrons of second-hand http://starwarsrp.net/topic/72012-abattoir-class/