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It was possible Chiasa was feeling particularly dramatic and self-indulgent. Besides, this whole little campaign was about making a point. Nal Hutta belonged to the Ravens, it just didn't know it yet, which helped to explain the outfit. She'd also needed more pockets than she usually had. She was going to start mischief after all.
What was the point of being the number one drug peddler in the galaxy if you never used it to your advantage? Besides, it amused her. The substances on her person would have junkies falling to their knees in worship and police officers salivating for the chance to catch her. As if that would ever happen.
The Hutts and any other power on this world were going to be taught a lesson. She's already glassed the winter palace largely on a whim, Zander had taken the opportunity to go after some of the gangs a bit more directly with pleasure that was damned near palpable. That was one Raven who would bloody his feathers this night.
She intended to see blood, but why spill it herself? She was going to show that she didn't have to. That she could go anywhere, accomplish anything, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop her.
All of which had the Twi'lek breezing into one of the largest cantinas on the planet, the Dirty Northern Bastard, like she owned the place. Bouncers were things that happened to other people. It wasn't that they necessarily knew who she was, it was mostly attitude and the fact that no cantina or club that liked credits refused access to Twi'leks. They were draws all by themselves even if for some reason they didn't spend. As usual, it was packed. The Twi'lek grinned, a singularly predatory expression.
Location: Eastern Grime
Objective: Exploration of Cabinet of Curiosities
Even if she was late, she was on time and today she was fashionably late so she was perfectly on time. Leilani walked along slowly dressed to the nines as usual in a form fitted dress and two inch heels. She walked through the door the first thing to come to mind was the heavy smell of dust and the sensation of lack of use. She extended a hand and lightly caressed an object that looked an awful lot like a shrunken head.
Picking it up by a single strand of what she assumed was hair Leilani inspected the piece closer, yes a head. There were rumors of races that could strip the bones from under the skin this was perhaps one of the results of such a process. She was not repulsed by the thought, but nor did she want to become the next subject for such a thing. She laid the head back down and took a few more steps.
This place was filled with many things, details that could escape one if they did not look.
[Location: Nal Hutta] [Objective: Let out the Beast] Theme:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gA55Gwku30s
At this point, there were probably more people in the galaxy that knew of Zander's predilections than did back when Zander was originally hunting. Of course, when taking in all of the possible clones that his old master, Maleef, could have running around, that fact could be reaching silly proportions. Nevertheless, Zander knew that he wouldn't find Maleef here, in point of fact very few of the people who knew who and what Zander was would be near him. [member="Chiasa kritivaas"] and [member="Leilani Paaie"] would be off having fun somewhere. He wasn't sure if [member="Jenna Templar"] would be joining them on the planet or not.
Zander smiled as he walked down the street, most of the people who knew his secret, aside from the ridiculous number of clones Maleef could have, were some of the most attractive women Zander had ever known. He hadn't realized how well Crime could pay, and not meaning in monetary value.
Most of the street lights were out, but that didn't really effect Zander. His eyes had been alchemized to see in low light and the infra red spectrum. He was sure that if he had stuck with Maleef, he'd be able to see in ultraviolet and hear dog whistles as well. None of that mattered. Zander could see perfectly well. The people coming around him were slightly hindered by the dark lights. Bipeds, most likely human or an offshoot, obviously not native to the darkness they have created. Seeing someone, alone, walk down the middle of the street in a way that spoke of predators more at home in the night than they, was giving the gangers some pause. They weren't smart enough to know when to run, they couldn't possibly know what Zander had planned for them. There were few enough creatures in the galaxy that could do what he did, and fewer still that would abase themselves to do this sort of work for another.
'Those monsters are awfully short sighted.'Zander thought to himself as he paused in the middle of the street at what had been a four way intersection, vehicles lay overturned in various places to block lines of sight and paths. He could see, as he turned a full circle, that the gangers had surrounded him. Pack mentality telling them that when they could see his back, they could take him down. This pack had never dealt with a monster, and his upright spine, upheld chin and likely the eyes that glowed a bright yellow when seeing in low light and infra red, were giving them no small amount of fear. Zander could smell it.
"Greetings and Salutations from the Red Ravens to you all, miscreants of Nar Hutta's lowest level of the criminal food chain." He spoke, loud enough for all to hear him. They all stopped moving, unsure if to make fun of the accent, or let go of their bowels and run. "For the remainder of your lives, you may call me Master, for I am hear to teach you. I have only one lesson, and it is going to have to be learned the hard way, I am afraid." He grinned, and any who could see well in the ambient light of the nearby city center would see light shifting off of elongated canine teeth. "This lesson is entitled, 'How to sow a bountiful crop of crime.' Here is a hint...I am going to use an ample amount of your blood, because such miscreants are no longer necessary." And with that, Zander smiled and went to work.
Objective: The Cabinet of Curiosities
Location: The Cabinet of Curiosities
During his travels, The Page Master came upon this old, broken-down house in the middle of swampland on the planet Nal Hutta. He was feeling a little artsy fartsy, so, donning a new form for himself, he sat in the parlor of the small mansion that housed The Cabinet of Curiosities and started painting happy little bushes on an easel and canvas he had plucked out of thin air.
As he looked out the window at the messy, depressing view, he wished that he could plant some happy little bushes out on the property. Alas, this was a swamp planet, so he stuck with painting them. He was starting to mix up some Cadmium Blue when he heard the door open, close, and light footsteps walk through the house. It wasn't his house, otherwise he'd might have been alarmed. He wiped his face, accidentally smearing some of the blue on his cheek, and softly called out, "Hello? Anyone there?"
Location: White Palace, Sriluur. Objective: Empower resistance against the Red Ravens
Sempra the Hutt was displeased to say the least. He had heard the reports about the Ravens now moving on their precious Jewel. Nal Hutta, our homeworld. To many hutt a sacred place.
The word was that they soon would be owner of the great Rustyards. What would keep them from continue spreading after that? It would slow down the Hutt revival for ages if Nal hutta became a staging point for a non-hutt organisation.
This must not be allowed to happen!
His first thought was to take whatever he had and go after them, stomp them out from the Galaxy in a great flame of pain and humiliation. But he knew such a plan would mean open war. The Cartel was too young to take on the Red Ravens, their roots was even possible to track to the former Cartel.
Sempra snorted, of course, they only gained their position through the Hutt ancient powerbase. They were nothing but bugs, and Hutts ate bugs. He shook his large head pondering the dire situation.
How could the hutts allowed this to happen, squabbling amongst themselves for such a long time that they had not noticed the bugs grow to an entire swarm. and now the they were swarming toward the homeworld of the hutts, their Glorious Jewel.
This was not to continue unopposed. There were approximately 3 billion hutts on Nal Hutta, many of them a millenia old! They had seen empires come and go but through the ages no one had ever taken control over Nal Hutta from the Hutts. To set up a government is one thing but the Hutts operated below governments and excelled at it. Raven or not, no one but a Hutt ruled the vast swamps of Nal Hutta he decided. He just needed to send a reminder to them all.
The sacred heart be damned if they could not resist an organisation younger then Sempra himself. The New Hutt cartel was a growing organisation, it had wealth and started to gain a network that not even he could have dreamed of a short while ago. They had means to oppose the Red Ravens and they would.
He clenched his fists and turned to the computer next to him. He had work to do. He would visit the old chambers activating the council holoprojection and ask for theim to stop this vile intrusion.
Through discreete channels he alllowed for contracts on Red Raven members on Nal hutta spread out. The Red Ravens themselves would be left alone, but it would be clear that anyone on Nal Hutta dealing with them ended up in a hutt pit somehwere in the swamps.
He directed weapons and credits to favour all those gangs out there still believing in the traditions of old. Some of Nal Huttas populace even considered Hutts equal gods. there would be plenty of people of people willing to take the risk. Sempra knew several Hutts was probably already preparing to counter the Red Ravens but non of them were associated with the Cartel at this point. He wanted their anonymity to remain intact.
Deeds to hinder the Red Ravens would include but not be limited to, sabotage of their vessels, equipment. Bullying, harrassing and possibly assassinate those who turned on the Hutts to work for or help the Red Ravens, bribing police to maintain preassure on local alw enforcement to root out Red Raven operations while leaving the Hutts to their daily bussiness. Promises to younger Hutts of positions within the Cartel if they used their reasources to counter the Red Ravens, threats to the Evocii that rebelling now would crave such a terrible revenge on their children that the first coming of the Hutts to Nal Hutta would appear like child play.
What he was after was not the destruction of the Red Ravens. That was not a possible goal, no he wanted Nal Hutta to be able to send a message to the Red Raven leadership that owning land on Nal Hutta would be very complicated an unprofitable venture. He wanted the Red Raven to understand that enough was enough. Nar Shadda was the heart of the old Hutt Cartels economy. The Red Raven took it.
Nal Hutta however - is the heart of the Hutt society itself. It would not sit idle, it is not within the nature of the hutts.
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I realise that I am only adding to your domination post. But this thread has been going on for a very long time so I figured you might just consider "loosing" the domination and wanted to add a RP reason to it. Either that or this will only fuel you to complete it all, in which case I say "touche"
Location: The Dirty Northern Bastard, biggest cantina on Nal Hutta Objective: Chaos, destabilization
Eyes scanning the crowded interior the Twi'lek watched as two patrons got into a scuffle, as was wont to happen in establishments like this. It was broken up almost immediately by two burly beings in matching shirts. There was the uniform of the security then, and they were efficient. She discreetly watched as they moved back to one of the bars, eyes roving across the crowd looking for trouble. And near at hand glasses of.. Water? Pft, where had these people been hired? Entirely too dedicated. That was all right, she had just the thing to fix that.
She made her way over to them, eyes on the bartending droid. When she reached it she ordered a drink, she drew attention of course, but soon they were back to their efficient scanning. With a half hidden smile, a little bit of light telekinesis had two substances zipping over to slip into their glasses, dissipating into nothing. Renatyl and Sweetblossom. Effective and potent on their own. Together? Sweetblossom to kill that annoying keenness, Renatyl so that if by herculean effort they did manage to rouse themselves they'd wind up right back down again.
A circuit of the cantina had this repeated several times. Already one or two minor scuffles were being allowed that wouldn't have been otherwise. The best part was that nothing had yet been noted as out of the ordinary. The drugs she'd chosen for this first phase didn't have anyone suddenly passing out or having epileptic fits after all, they just sat, content, maybe a little more stunned looking than usual.
There, she'd gotten most if not all of them. Any she'd missed wouldn't be enough to make a difference.
Location: A ridiculously large cantina Objective: Greet Chiasa
Cantinas were interesting places where interesting people met other interesting people. It was a very interesting system, but only if you were into that sort of thing. Lancem was very much into meeting random people in the middle of a cantina, it really helped with trying to find food, especially when your food couldn't walk straight because they had hammered back twelve too many drinks.
For once, he wasn't here to look for food exactly though. Instead he was here to look for a woman, not just any woman, but a very specific and very easy to spot woman. It wasn't difficult when said woman had stripes and was orange, in fact it made things a lot easier. Mind you, he could have found her anyways just by looking for her familiar tracings using his predatory abilities, but it was nice sometimes to not have to rely on your abilities and just be able to see someone.
The guards at this place were garbage, they weren't doing their jobs very well. That much was obvious with the scuffles here and there as people riled themselves up to try and dominate one another in a brutally stupid response to too much alcohol and far too much adrenaline. That was why he sticked to caf, caf never did anyone wrong, though it did make him a bit hyper sometimes. Who cared, hyper was good and enjoyable company, better than being a rowdy drunkard.
He began to approach [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] slowly, blending in well with the groups of people here and there. He wasn't remarkable, wasn't terribly threatening looking. It really helped with sneaking up on people when everyone around them paid no mind, especially with Force sensitives. Only a couple feet from her he finally announced his presence. "Hello Stripes. Having a good time down at the cantina, I see. You mentioned there would be a good time around here and based on the amount of people and how the guards are being worse than a crippled bantha I suppose you have something in motion and in mind." He rattled off rapidly as he continued a quiet scan of the populace of the cantina. "It's good to see you again, it most definitely brightens up my day." He said with a smile. Indeed, it was going to be a good day.
Location: Landing at an unmarked private spaceport Mission: Kill Ravens, keep score.
They’d come to the capital of hutt space, if there was any clearer message that the red ravens wanted a war with the hutt cartel they couldn’t have said it any louder. His employer was furious, as were certain other interested Sith parties which shall remain nameless, he’d thrown food, which had made Bsssk laugh to see the oh so fat one throwing food at the door as he’d boarded the transport, with several of his best men. Twelve Noghri commandos, Twenty Trandoshans, and about as many Weequay, all armed to the teeth from FFE’s personal stock, what were they here to do, kill people of course. Also that damned HRD drone was somewhere on board, but he didn’t trust her one bit, [member="Project Uriel"]
Nobody knew his employer of course, but they all worked for him, only a handful of his employees [member="Tadietti Tann"], [member="Sere Reene"], and Bsssk, his muscle. He’d of probably not even got this new lucrative job if the Raven’s hadn’t crossed the line, but they had, so he was tasked to go kick them off Nal Hutta. First of course the overzealous Trandoshan born and bred for battle had to locate them, which would take time.
Disembarking out of the spaceport “I hear we’ve RR stirring up trouble,” Bsssk said to the nearest cartel contact, a cloaked rodian who jabbered something about paying for the information, Bsssk didn’t have time to haggle, so he grabbed the runt and pushed him against the wall.
“How much now?”
Well that got a quicker answer. You didn’t just walk into hutt space, start trying to take over their worlds, and not find someone spying on you, it was just a question of who he wanted to kill first, pick a target any target....
Equipment:
Heavy Durasteel Armor + Helmet
Mandolorian Crushgaunts - Unworn, Belt
1 x Personal Shield Generator : 100%
1 x Backup Personal Shield Generator : Inactive
2 x FFE Jacknife Sonic Wave Concussion Pistols - Hips
2 x Cryoban Grenades | 2 x Stun Grenades - Belt
1 x FFE Vonginator Tensor Rifle - Back
1 x FFE Icebreaker Carbonite Rifle – Carrying
Forces:
12 x Noghri Commandos
20 x Trandoshan Veterans
20 x Weequay Veterans
You can assume the drone HRD coming is equally well armed +bolter +Ultrachrome armor from archangel, so there are no surprises.
Location: The Dirty Northern Bastard, biggest cantina on Nal Hutta Objective: Chaos, destabilization
Physically Lancem had managed to be quite sneaky. Mentally though he already felt more in control of himself, he was still quite easy to spot. Particularly because when she was out alone she was wary. It was a safe bet that she always had force sense active to some degree, though how far it extended from herself varied based on where else her attention was being drawn. She waited until he addressed her to acknowledge him however. It didn't hurt to encourage him, and she'd had one moment of similar fun, turnabout was fair play.
"Lancem."
She greeted him with a smile and a dip of her head.
"Poor guards, they were so keen when the night started.."
She commented with a wicked grin, pure predator for a moment.
"And of course, I always do, the fun is only just beginning."
Her attention turned back to the casks and bottles of alcohol.
"Most people order very common drinks you know. For all the uncountable combinations and kinds, almost everyone falls back to the same old standbys, if one happened to have an extensive knowledge of bar-tending, say from owning a Casino or two, one could pick out which alcohols or mixers the majority of people are going to indulge in.."
Droid bartenders. Very good at their job, terribly efficient, but not the best at watching for this kind of sabotage. It wasn't in their programming. Which made the Twi'leks next move easy. The common drinks were dosed with a lovely combination she was particularly proud of. She'd probably have to patent it. Crude, Bavo 6 and Pentabenzedralyne.
Drastically lowered inhibitions and an increase in selfish, base drives combined with paranoia and mild hallucinations, topped off with a helping of extra aggression. The end result? A packed bar full of people who only cared what they wanted, had little to no filters, would happily resort to violence to get it and who fully believed everyone else was out to get them and saw things out of the corner of their eyes, winding them up tighter and tighter.
"This is going to be a costly night for the Hutt who owns this. Wouldn't be surprised if it drives them right out of business, assuming the place is still standing tomorrow."
Chiasa was not a good person. People often forgot this because she took care of what was hers, because she cared about her people. But the general populace? They could go hang.
The best part? She'd only just started dipping into the goodies on her person. This was only the beginning.
Flying with your mind was pretty cool. He wasn't completely experienced, so there were moments where Jarven felt quite disoriented. He was slowly learning to deal with all of these, though, so he would eventually become adept at using his flight interface implant. The ever present plus of using his implant over the stick was that his piloting now centered around his coordination rather than muscle instinct. This gave him time to absent-mindedly twist at a Cube of Rubix while he stared out the window in front of him.
His Guardian 5E Personal Defense Speeder was PRETTY sweet. Indistinguishable from the other 5 series speeders, no one could no what surprise lay inside, except for Jarven, of course. He soon landed on top of the cantina that Chiasa told him she would be at. After powering everything down, he started to go through the digital blueprints for the cantina that he had bought off of the black market before his arrival. Taking them and displaying them on his helmet's ARC upgrade, he took a length of infiltration detonite cord out of storage and, integrating the blueprints with his visual of the roof, he started making a circle big enough for a burly human to fit through on what he figured to be over the best exfil area of the cantina.
He grabbed a rope, attached one end to a sturdy part of the ship and laid the rest of the coiled rope next to the ship. And now for the hard part: Waiting...
LOCATION : The Dirty Northen Bastard, /huge/ Cantina. OBJECTIVE : Capture Chiasa Kritivaas and turn her in for the bounty
Kran entered the Cantina, his hood concealing his identity, but the mask on his face to keep him alive revealed his species, he stared around, taking count of the number of Security guards in the area. He thought this would be /very/ easy, but it definitely wasn't, he was very optimistic about things, that's what kept him in this business. He didn't receive much information on his target. So he had to learn about her, and wait for her to enter a less guarded area.
Kran didn't know the bounty was off.
He approached Chiasa, attempting to engage in a short conversation, just to learn about his target, informing her of his presence, he liked a little bit of a challenge, that would be his end.
Kran nodded to Lancem before greeting both of them, and introducing himself.
"Greetings," he stared around the Cantina, "Quite a night tonight, eh?"
Location: Huge Cantina of Doooom Objective: Continue talking, indulge in various and assorted activities.
Chaos was one of those funny little things that Lancem both really enjoyed and really didn't. It was enjoyable chaos when you could hop in, mess around with things, beat some really hammered people up, and then leave the area before anything got too bad. It was not enjoyable chaos when people were bombing buildings filled with people, or trying to murder you for your shoes. He'd been in both situations, and he could attest to the fact that the current situation was of the enjoyable kind. There would be a big barfight, sure, but it was fairly likely that no one would really be killed, just crippled for a while.
He took notice of a Gand who had entered the building, he didn't see many Gand about. He shook his head and spun around to face [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] a grin creeping it's way onto his face "You're such an anarchist, Stripes." He looked around, noticing that a few more fights were gradually breaking out, most of them isolated away from the actual bar, probably because the people there were still working on drinking. "Stripes, you're a pretty girl, i'm a moderately handsome guy, we're filled in a cantina that's about to explode into a massive mosh pit, why don't I buy you an averagely priced drink and talk it up like it's the best thing you'll have ever tried?" He offered, motioning towards the bar.
Then someone had to interrupt, someone who had said hello which arguably wasn't too bad, but it was still interrupting. "Indeed, it is quite a night. I recommend you try some of the drinks at the bar, they don't have anything exotic or rare mind you, but the usual staples are pretty good, they brew them for days." He blatantly decieved, motioning the Gand away from them and in the general direction of one of the waiter droids.
He turned back to Chiasa "So then? My offer of drinks?" He questioned, a gentle smile laying upon his face once more as he waited for a response.
Kran nodded, walking away from the two as he ordered a drink from the bar, he then remembered it was hard for him to drink, so he basically wasted a few credits.
He looked around the bar, the security was too high, attempting to capture Chiasa was suicide.
Kran decided to flee, he flew into the planet's atmosphere, he'd capture Chiasa another time.
Leilani heard a voice with careful steps she walked towards the sound when she finally found the voice it was attached to an older man with a blue streak on his face.
"Hello" she smiled and walked a little closer, so he looked harmless but was he harmless? Most could be deceived by the look of such age and frailty. "I'm looking through the shop, is the shop yours?"
If it was perhaps he could give her some history on some of the items here, and just maybe she could find something to purchase. It was a curiosity shop and she did love puzzles.
"Anarchist? It depends on who's in charge I supppose. When the answer is me and mine, I am less of an anarchist."
Came the reply with a wink. She could never be considered a true anarchist, after all, haphazard as the Ravens heirarchy tended to be, she was most definitely at the top of it. You probably couldn't be a leader and legitimately call yourself an anarchist. She was however, a very big believer on autonomy, and had been fighting to preserve it for the Ravens since she'd first been given a scrap of power. She also had an extremely healthy disregard and dose of contempt for most laws and rules not her own. So perhaps there were a few anarchist leanings there, but that as all they were, leanings.
The Twi'lek turned to address the Kel Dor who approached them, immediately sizing him up, before in his usual million words a minute style, Lancem broke in and sent him packing. Well that wasn't unusual. Males did tend to get territorial when they thought they might get somewhere.
"Mmm, I suppose since we've lit the fuse we may as well stay to see some of the fireworks.. Best order me something exotic then."
Lancem was an interesting character, which had led her to mention Nal Hutta in their first meeting. Physically he looked younger than her, and in some ways he felt and acted it. But the Twi'lek had seen a thing or two in her time, and she felt the weight of years on him. He was still young for his kind, but she doubted any human or Twi'lek counting his years would think so. She was not averse to letting him buy her a drink and stroke her.. ego.
The fights were slow to start, but they were growing. To any with tendrils out in the Force the mood was taking a decided shift. And they weren't the usual chest beating and then back off or be broken up fights, there were true possibly to the death fights. That they were waged with fists or makeshift weapons made them o less hazardous.
Still, she was capable, Lancem was capable, and Jarven was on the roof and he was more than capable. She'd hate to leave early and have someone get things under control.
She had accepted his offer to drink with some sort of metaphor about fireworks. That was good enough for him, he nodded once and stepped over to the bar. For the first time he wondered whether she had caught on yet to the deception that was his apparent humanity. It wasn't likely, people normally didn't catch on until they were around for a long while. He didn't want to tell her, in reality he did very much enjoy being around her and she very much was a beautiful woman, telling her that he was one of those ancient predators who stalked in the night probably wouldn't bode well.
The bartender inched over to him "What would you like? He spoke in a gruff and to the point manner which sort of fit the area around them. After all, they were in a giant drinking establishment. "Something exotic, don't care what it is. Preferably something very good tasting to the average amount of people though." He rolled off of his tongue. The barkeep nodded and came back a few moments later with a clear looking liquid.
Lancem took it, laying down several credit chits before he spun around and nearly into a highly drunk Rodian. The Rodian yelled at him in a loud voice and language he didn't actually understand before launching a fist. Lancem was a bit quicker than the average humanoid, especially the drunken type and he simply sidestepped, watching as the Rodian flailed over and into a gang of young humans. They turned and yelled at him in turn before engaging in combat with one another. He shook his head and went back to [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
"Sorry that took me so long, apparently the medicinal products you've been giving them are starting to pay off in the best sort of way, I bumped into one of them and he acted like he'd take my head off. Though I'd say it's much more likely that he'll wake up with a few broken bones now." He paused, handing over the drink with a gentle smile. "I hope that's alright, i'm not much of a drinker personally." He apologized in advance before glancing about to watch people throughout the establishment get into fights. He saw a broken bottle wail through the air and catch one of the highly drugged guards across the head, sending him sprawling to the floor. "Stripes, you cause such good parties. If only I could have had this much fun all these years."
Location: Cabinet of Curiosities
Objective: Explore the Cabinet of Curiosities
Was this his store? Of course not. But, it didn't seem to be anyone else's store, so he might as well play the part. The Page Master was a master of stories. As such, the stories behind each of the objects in this place would make themselves known to him. He got up and, with a smile on his face, he softly said, "Well, of course this is my shop! Let's go check out the store, shall we?"
He led [member="Leilani Paaie"] down the stairs into the store show floor. He gave her a chance to check out the rows of curiosities, some of them containing chalices, a long pipe, interesting jewelry boxes, and a small black obelisk statue, among many other things. He looked around as much as she did until she spoke to him again.
Location: In transit aboard The Thorn... Objective: Create Terror In The Name of The Hutts and Their Allies
At some point in the not so distant past, a Primeval ambassador by the name of [member="Boo Chiyo"]u had once met with the powerful Hutt which sought to deny the Red Ravens access to the sacred heart of the old Hutt Empires. A Hutt himself, it only made sense that the Warlord should be the one to guard in the name of their diplomatic relationship. In order to fulfill the deal that they had agreed on, the psychopath was sent to represent the Primeval in the defense of Nal Hutta from the foreign power as best as he could. He only had a small fleet, consisting of his customary Cruiser analog, two frigates, and two corvettes, each one carrying a different member of the Directory.
It would not be long before the small convoy of ships would arrive in the system, with the decrepit, diseased, and vile slug. Upon exiting hyperspace, Captain Slika would open up a communications channel with the Hutt who wanted them here. They didn't know what to expect out of this arrangement after all, and would need someone to communicate to them the present situation.
Meanwhile, the mad Hutt felt the whole battlefield with malignant menace, through the cognition-hood wrapped around his head....
Location: The Half Frigate Objective: Cause trouble
"Dropping out now"
The Cowboy'd heard that so many times, so many. The sounds of the great twelve Hutt ships dropping out of hyperspace. Granted this should of been a job for Flannagan, but Xander didn't really care. Sempra wanted to try and force the Ravens back, and Xander planned on doing just that.
Smiling, he stared at Nal Hutta. The crime planet full of drugs, beer and other stuff that wouldn't be suitable. Basically it was Xander's perfect cup of tea. Slowly smiling he gave the orders for the decent into the atmosphere. If this didn't work, well then he really wasn't sure what would. I mean, twelve large frigates raining fire from above, you know.
Slowly, Black gave the order. In an instant, twelve ships all had weapons locked and firing at anything they could hit. Okay, they couldn't actually see what they were hitting, but you know. All that mattered is they thought they were hitting stuff, which is instantly better than not hitting things.
The Hutt Cartel may have been founded by beings who lived an immensely long time, and therefor ought to have accumulated some wisdom by now, but clearly this was not the case, or else they needed to keep a tighter reign on their underlings.
Here were some facts.
Fact One. Hutts were notoriously uncooperative. Particularly when taking the long view. The fact that the Council had backed Sempra at all was astonishing. After all, most in the Ravens would be dead in under a century, while a Hutt contender could threaten each of their individual power bases for the entirety of their long lives. The decision and support would be less than solid, and it was a safe bet that most already had plans to double deal and back stab in motion.
Fact Two. Although the Ravens had not brought a fleet with them, their second strongest power base, Nar Shaddaa, was literally orbiting Nal Hutta. Roughly a third of their total fleet was kept there. They didn't have to jump to hyperspace if they wanted to bring their firepower to bear, they pretty much just had to turn around. Seventeen ships of varying sizes was not much of a concern.
Fact Three. There were a few individual Ravens on Nal Hutta. They'd not brought an invading force. The Twelve Hutt Ships were literally shooting up what was still currently their own planet. The chances of them being anywhere near any of the Ravens was very close to nil. If the Hutt cooperation had been rocky before, it was going to crash and burn, much like the Hutt holdings currently being opened up on by their 'friend' Sempra and his boys. The Ravens might not have known who's ships those were... yet, but the Hutt Council certainly would.
As plans went, this one had clearly not been thought out. They probably should have left it to the Trandoshan.
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"If you're going to party.. may as well do it right. I'm sure it's fine, thank you. I-"
It was at this point Chiasa's PWU-V1 went off. Since very few people had her direct line and could ping her, this meant it was likely important. A quick tap had the face of Declan, her head of security visible.
"Sorry Ma'am, I know you're on an operation, there's been a complication."
"Oh?"
"We've got a fleet. Well, two separate small fleets. One just jumped in from hyperspace, the other has opened fire on the planet with ships of Hutt make."
"Sorry, let me be clear about this, the Hutts are firing on themselves?"
"Yes Ma'am."
The Twi'lek laughed, an open, amused sound.
"How delightful! Well leave them to it, if people weren't ready for a change before they will be soon. Do get an appropriate number of our own ships ready just in case would you? And look at where the second fleet came out of Hyperspace, I want to know who they are and where they came from."
"Yes Ma'am. Just.. If you hear explosions..."
"Move. Yes."
"Should we open a comm channel?"
"Hmm.. Put Henn on the Red Dress, let him talk to them if he likes, or give them the run around. Either way. Let's not mix it up yet, I want to make sure everyone on this ridiculous planet has time to realize who's shooting down their businesses and homes."
"Yes Ma'am."
The Twi'lek toggled off the comm unit, attention returning to her companion.
"Sorry about that, apparently people are feeling frisky all over the place, I'd like to take credit but, sadly this most recent development is all natural."
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"I get to play Admiral?"
"Apparently.
"Bloody great! Okay, so if I'm Up-the-Skirt-"
"You're what?"
"On the Red Dress, keep up! If I'm Up-the-Skirt, I want some Expeditious sent out immediately to keep track of all out friends, no one can confuse a starfighter for a ship that can do the kind of damage these twits are doing and theeen.. Hmm, much as I want to play with the new Exceeders, they don't really have a place.. No I tell a lie! Send them out on our mystery friends trail, I want to know where they came from. Then get the Krakanas we have handy on me aaaand, oh! Oooh! The Plutons! They have a few big ships right? I always wanted to use the Plutons, we never get to use our toys. And the Kebechet of course. It's not really what it's made for, but if anyone gets smart and goes after the Queen I can blast them off the face of the planet. Add some Infernus, Exarchs and Eightguns and we're laughing."
"You don't think this is maybe overkill."
"Just 'cause I have 'em don't mean I'm gonna use 'em all, but frig knows where all these folks're coming from. If more pop out of Hyperspace I want to be ready. Other than the Expeditious, I'm not sending anything over to engage yet. Half dozen little starfighters aren't even really going to show up in the normal air traffic, let alone in the chaos these folks are causin'."
"That's.. surprisingly reasonable. I thought you just wanted to play with all the new toys."
"Eh, bit of column A, bit of column B.."
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