Curiosity Killed the Raven (Red Raven Dominion of Nal Hutta)

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Ground
Objective: Blow Stuff Up
Allies: [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] Red Ravens
Enemies: Hutt Cartell
Forces: Three Mythosaur Mobile Fortresses with Full Complement, Twelve Redeemer Battle Tanks

- Complement Carries ASC-202 Vanquishers, Wears Olympian Battle Armor
[2/20]

I heard the call come over for me to watch what I blew up. “Ten Four boss man.” I replied accordingly to [member="Marek Starchaser"]. “Open another channel to the Ravens.” I told the communications officer. He responded, taking a few seconds to comply. When he was ready he gave me a nod telling me the line was open. “All Red Ravens forces. This is Papa Dragon of the ArmaTech PMC group. Please Laze targets for shelling at no less than fifty meters range. These shells are hot and they don’t feel good so make sure they don’t hit you. Papa Dragon out.” I called over the communications. If need be these things could be used to take pot shots at ships in the upper atmosphere, which could be funny to see. With a twenty kilometer effective range, and an even larger maximum range the homing eight hundred kilogram shells could be put to work just about anywhere. All I needed was a target. If the Ravens hadn’t of wanted to keep this world mostly intact I would have just started shooting. The Mythosaurs could knock over buildings, crumple defenses they walked over.

I reached out with the Force trying to feel for any nearby enemies, but all I could sense was fear and terror, people running away as fast as they could. Good. That meant the Mythosaur served its purpose perfectly. The only people stupid enough to face it would be the enemy. Civilians would flee as fast as their legs could carry them.

 

[The Page Master]

He was laughing on the inside. Two thousand credits?!? he thought to himself. Ah, but back to a serious matter. He could sense the shifting nature in her thoughts. So ready to toss credits in return for value. The barter system was better in at least the sense of trading value for value, but that was no longer relevant in today's largely accepted societies. He thought about it and then looked her in the eyes, a seriousness coming over his features. He clicked his tongue three times and held his jaw with one hand while leaning over the table. He moved his hand to speak, but used both hands to lean against the table.

"You offer up your credits so easily, as though they are but sand. So, if they are worth so little to you, then what worth are they to me? No..." He stared at the watch, uncertain of the next course of action. Is it so wise that I relinquish this over to a stranger and let it make a comeback into the galaxy?...Probably not, but it will make for a VERY good story! Here goes...

"...What truly holds value?...A name. Yes, a name...A name defines who we are compared to the billions of others in the galaxy. It takes only one name for the strong to quiver with fear; for the weak to rise against...It only took one name to kill 6 million Jews..."

The Page Master's face flushed with melancholy (if that was even possible) and then he spoke again. "Then it's settled." He pulled out a large book from under the counter and an ordinary office pen. He rifled through the book until he came upon a list of names. The names consisted of such titles as "Hagar the Horrible, Archimedus, Michelangelo, George Washington, and Han Solo". He set the book down, turned it around to face her, and extended the pen to her in hopes that she would accept.

"I will accept your name in my book as payment for this exotic pocket watch."


[member="Leilani Paaie"]

 

[Arage Bao]

Nal Hutta.

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]If there was ever a point of origin to the crime and scrum that traversed the Galaxy it woulda been this particular planet. Didn’t really have anything good to offer to any decent human being, but that was the entire thing, no? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Better to be wielding the gun then to look into the barrel yourself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]That was the general idea which had pushed Khal more and more these days, probably wouldn’t change whatsoever and that was just fine to him. Most of the Ravens were busy on one side of the planet and that was also fine.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Exchange had other ideas in mind. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]See, here’s the thing and the key difference between the Ravens and the Exchange. One was motley band of would-be vigilante heroes mixed with some scum/villainy in between. The Exchange? it was build upon pragmatism, upon the foundations that sometimes you gotta do the bad things, because [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]someone’s [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]gonna do it… so why not you?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]At least that way you can keep the violence to a minimum, keep the body count low and make sure that everything was properly orderly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Exchange was a business idea.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And Khaleel was its Underlord, CEO, Ruler and Master. He still didn’t like being called the [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Vice-President[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px], but sometimes you had to take sacrifices for the good of it all, blood was blood in the grand scheme of things.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Things might change in the future, but as it stood? It would be fine.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][member="Octavia Dominia"][/SIZE]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Location: Nal Hutta system
Objective: save Hutt relics
enemy: the red ravens
Allies: Hutts

Sempra sighed heavily. Everything they did seemed to backfire. He had not expected them to cause alot of damage, but at least something. For the moment it seemed nothing could even disturb the Ravens roaming the surface on the planet. Intel was so inacurate that they were firing on friendly hutt locations and no one even got a shot at a single Raven. It was all a mess.

With regret Sempra decided he had to do what he could to save what could be saved, he turned on his personal communicator and opened a heavily encrypted channel for this one time usage only.

"Captain Tazi, it would appear the time has come." he spoke with a heavy voice.

"Commence operation Salvage."

Sempra did not expect a reply on this. [member="Cadan Tazi"] knew what was expected and they would both meet on Sriluur where the goods were to be delivered. Having sensed that the power of the Red Ravens would be to much for the weakened Cartel to oppose, sempra had made preparations in advance, contacting those necessary on Nal Hutta. Inside the council towers in Bilbousa. These were trusted Hutts who made sure to have all the cultural treasures of the Hutt ruling council packed up and ready for shipment should it come to it. The White palace on Sriluur had once in ancient times served as meeting ground for hutt council meetings and Sempra had convinced the officials working in the council towers that at least the Hutts needed to make sure our species most precious cultural heritage, relics and scriptures of old, did not end up in Raven hands to be distributed on the black market. After all, no Hutt would trust a non hutt with the deepest secrets of their history.

This should go smoothly, Sempra hoped. At least no Raven had yet set foot in the capital as of yet and Captain Tazi worked fast. He would also meet a well prepared group down on the surface ready to load his ship.

Sempra turned to the captain on board of his Space Yacht. Prepare to leave the moment Captain Tazis ship leaves the system.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
[member="Xander Black"]
[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
[member="Draco Vereen"]
[member="The Page Master"]
[member="Lancem Cuiléin"]'
[member="Bsssk"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Y’Toub System[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Saiba Group Headquarters[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] - Nar Shaddaa[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][member="Marek Starchaser"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Galaxy was a cesspit of untold magnitude. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]You don’t really notice at first, especially not if you keep to the Core Worlds. Say one thing about the Sith, say that they know how to clean house and clean it good. But once you leave the Core Worlds behind you, once you ignore the gleaming shine of the Levantine Sanctum and the upcoming value of the Techno Union’s glory?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]You realize just how much filth there was in the world.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Some people would have tried to fix it, tried to make it better, but Darell Irani did not believe in reaching out and lifting up the scum of the Galaxy. He believed in one simple thing, even if he would never admit it in public.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Profit made good.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]On Nar Shaddaa the Saiba Group had constructed a gargantuan headquarters, a pyramidic form amidst the higher-level class of the crime, vile and scum. It was a quarters that would make sure that any interests in the Ravens’ territory would be protected.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]So it wasn’t strange that when the Ravens tried to spread their influence to Nal Hutta, that Irani and Starchaser found themselves orbiting Nal Hutta. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Darell leaned against the viewport, looking down and trying to imagine his workers of Eridium constructing factories on the spades of land they had bought just hours ago. Real-estate prizes had really been downcut after the Ravens showed up.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Bless them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“You gonna try and push your casinos here too, Starchaser?” Irani would ask over his shoulder. [/SIZE]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Scene​

It started with a shimmer, then a ship burst from hyper space. A YT-2400 Light Freighter made it's way down towards the planet's capital to retrieve the goods. The ship slid humbly by, down to the capital, assuming nothing attacked the poor innocent Freighter.

Character​

Cadan placed on his Red Raven Shot Caller Armor, and collected his Red Raven Gauss Rifle (all legitimately gotten from Raven members who were alive and willing to give it). He began to pace around the cockpit of his freighter. "Time to land." With that said, Cadan flicked a few switches and the freighter began it's landing cycle, the steam power hydraulics exhaling it's fumes as the weight of the ship was pressed down on them. Once landed Cadan would begin to leave, expecting the slaves to help him load the cargo.

@Not sure who to mention...

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Location: Within the system aboard The Thorn
Objective: Create Terror In The Name of The Hutts and Their Allies
Allies: [member="Sempra the Hutt"] and his folk
Enemies: [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] and Everyone else, presumably
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)

Total Meterage: 1487 meters + 528 meters in fighter compliment = 2015 meters.
Fleet Actions:

1. The Thorn, (NOTE: Fire withheld until The Bludgeon is ordered to cease and desist from its course, or until the enemy open fires) targeting any incoming Krakana weapons fire with forty-five Dovin Basals to provide coverage for The Bludgeon. Firing all Yaret-Kor between the two Kebechets. All starfighters launched to cover The Thorn, The Forward, The Rear, and The Ruin. Position: Center
2. The Forward, (NOTE: Fire withheld until The Bludgeon is ordered to cease and desist from its course, or until the enemy open fires) firing long ranged heavy ion cannons at Kebechets, prepared to launch torpedoes when/if in range. All starfighters launched to cover The Thorn, The Forward, The Rear, and The Ruin. Position: Behind The Thorn, and The Ruin, starboard side.
3. The Rear, (NOTE: Fire withheld until The Bludgeon is ordered to cease and desist from its course, or until the enemy open fires) firing long ranged heavy ion cannons at Kebechets, prepared to launch torpedoes when/if in range.All starfighters launched to cover The Thorn, The Forward, The Rear, and The Ruin. Position: Behind the Forward, port side of the Ruin
4. The Bludgeon, (NOTE: Fire withheld until The Bludgeon is ordered to cease and desist from its course, or until the enemy open fires) charging at the Krakana for a ram, mostly protected from ion and other fire by The Thorn's Dovin Basal coverage, firing forward ion cannons at Krakana, along with any other available weaponry that can be aimed at it. All other weapons not in a proper firing arc for the Krakana will aim at the Kebechets instead. Position: Enroute to collide with the Krakana, ahead of main fleet.
5. The Ruin, (NOTE: Fire withheld until The Bludgeon is ordered to cease and desist from its course, or until the enemy open fires) firing both tri-barrel long-range mass-driver cannons at Krakana. All starfighters launched to cover The Thorn, The Forward, The Rear, and The Ruin. Position: Port side of The Thorn.

OOC: This is a basic hit and run. The Warlord's Fleet recognizes the recall command from their Hutt Cartel Allies, and will shortly leave the system, though not before a few shots are exchanged. As soon as an enemy ship is rendered out of commision, or until enemy reinforcement is used, all ships will be ordered to disengage and jump to hyperspace as soon as technically possible.

______________________________________________________________________________________________

"Give me an assessment of those approaching vessels," Admiral Thetsh said while aboard The Ruin. "I want to get out of here as quickly as possible, but not before those bastards taste just a trickle of Primeval wrathe. Make sure all Hyperdrives are prepared to the leave the system at a moments notice, and stay out of the planetary gravity well... we don't want to accidentally send any of us into the sun."

"Acknowledged sir, here's what we're seeing: A destroyer class ship, heavy on armament and shields, with a fair enough compliment of starfighters, and two heavy cruisers with weaker shielding and limited fire arcs that don't fair well against multiple ships. We believe the destroyer to possess a worrying amount of ion weaponry."

"Very well, have The Thorn target incoming weapon discharge from the destroyer with its Dovin Basals to cover for The Bludgeon as it makes its charge to ram that ship. It's going to be hit hard by that capital ship, so ensure that The Rear and The Forward draw the heavy cruisers attention with their long heavy ion cannons, and if they get close enough fire torpedos, but have them remain as far enough out of enemy range for as long as they can. We're going to try divide and conquer. Also, have The Bludgeon focus their turbolaser and ion cannons primarily on the destroyer if they can, I know it is difficult to get the maximum number of canons on a single ship. Otherwise, have their broadsides firing at any neighboring ships, like those heavy cruisers. In addition, we'll need The Thorn to draw attention from those heavy cruisers as well, so hit them hard. Meanwhile, fire our mass driver canons at the Destroyer, and launch all starfighters to provide fighter coverage for the main fleet, we can't risk any near The Bludgeon, there will be too much concentrated fire for them to be caught in between.

"Withhold all fire, until The Bludgeon is ordered to cease and desist from his course, or they open fire. Buy them time enough to get in range for their ram."

"They have received their orders sir, should we hail the enemy?"

"No, they are below speaking to. They need us to engage them, otherwise they would deem us unwisely as cowards. We don't need any rumours giving us the advantage of underestimation in the future, now can we?" The Admiral smiled.

 

[Leilani Paaie]

[SIZE=12pt]What a curious man she thought.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Credits are only of value because they have the ability to buy things of needs, and of pleasure” Leilani caressed the watch.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]“A name is like an identifier yes, it says as long as you know this you should be able to find me. But is it not the acts that define the person, that tell you or the galaxy who a person is?” Leilani picked up the writing instrument noting some of the names wondering what was a Hagar the Horrible, further down a Bugs Bunny and then even further Mighty Mouse.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She couldn’t help but smile at such names hers would look so…odd among so many so unique. She nodded and then with an elegant flair full of swirls and loops Leilani signed her name.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She looked upon the gift and hoped that this token of time would please Zander. She touched the watch again it was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship and she felt odd for getting it for such a small thing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Are you sure I cannot give you something for it?” She wanted to be fair.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt][member="The Page Master"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]6/20[/SIZE]

 

[The Page Master]

"It is indeed acts that give weight to a name. But, one may do many an act and still not be known. "They'd say it was Gumbo Jerry and Rumple Teaser; and most of the time, they left it at that." You see, the public perception, society itself, other people will define you whether you want them to or not. This power can make a man into a chicken or a man dressed up like a bat into a symbol for justice. Sometimes, in order to build the image you want, you must allow for either tall tales or tall deeds. However, more people are likely to believe a tall tale than a tall deed."

He slid the watch over to her and loudly snapped the book shut. His eyes glowed golden as he pulled a paint brush out of his pocket. In response to her question, he said, "You already have..."

He then turned around, flicked the brush out like an umbrella, which caused it to grow as large as a staff, and swiped it at the air. A light blue paint line appeared in the air. It then quickly opened up, creating a tear in the fabric of the universe.

"Keep your eye on the time..." he said as he stepped through and closed the portal shut behind himself. Of course, this was just a powerful illusion that manipulated the mind in ways unimaginable. In reality, The Page Master was tip toeing out the door, hoping that whoever owned the store didn't find him out for selling a priceless antique for an extra name in his casting list. He would be visiting her again...sometime. Probably when she least needed, wanted, and/or expected him.

[member="Leilani Paaie"]

 

[Leilani Paaie]

7/20

[SIZE=12pt]What a strange little man, just as quickly as she had met him he was gone, but now she had the time piece she would have to find a fitting time to give it to Zander, perhaps a casual dinner[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She wished she had information for him on his nemesis but so far nothing had been found. She had looked through several reports hoping but nothing was gleaned from them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Zander was not ready for him yet anyhow time he needed time. But Leilani believed that they needed to be able to track him and figure out what his moves were in order to be ready.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]It was just two different mind sets.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Her fingers curled around the timepiece she was done in the shop, she could hear the wages of war she was an agent she wasn’t sure about the soldier part, but she’d take a peek, who knows.[/SIZE]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan stood watch as the slaves hurried to load his ship with the loaded the cargo that was required. Assuming everything ran smoothly, as soon as the cargo was loaded Cadan began to leave the planet. His ship lifting off and leaving.

Once Cadan was out of the system his would open his comm to Sempra. "We have the goods."

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

"Very good Captain. I'll see you back at base." Sempra replied to Cadan.
Then he turned to the general cartel frequency.

" I believe we have done what we can here. Leave at your own pace."
Sempra cast a last glance toward the glorious jewel. It was time to go home and tend his wounded pride. After a moment he gave his crew the order to return to Sriluur.

[member="Cadan Tazi"]
[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]
[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
[member="Xander Black"]
[member="Bsssk"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Oh look, they are fighting us, and what a surprise, they're using the vong shield and the rammer, pfffft."

"Uh, Sir, they are heading straight for our Krakana.."

"Course they are, no style or unpredictability these folks. Like fighting Vong ain't old hat."

Henn flapped his hands at the concerned Raven.

"Besides look at the build of the Krakana, just have it prepared to angle slightly. We're squared off head on, at worst it passes over or under and our paint job gets scratched. Ramming's for broadside."

"Have the Kebechets stutterfire at the vong-thingy, then they have, what.. Twenty four starfighter scrambled? We have 70-some. Send the spares at the Vong thing."

"Sir surely you don't think a starfighter can-"

"Do you know how them bastardly shields work? Little black holes basically. And there's a limit to how many they can generate at any time and where. So you hit them from enough places and irregularly and you effectively overwhelm their shield, oh, and make sure everyone extends their damper fields over their particle shields if you wanna keep 'em up through the textbook vong-buggery."

"And with the limited number of individual things that can be shielded in mind, have the Krakana open up with all ion cannons and such that have a firing field on that rammer."

"Yes Sir."

Henn knew one thing. Ships. He was not an average Admiral or anything else, he wasn't educated, he couldn't tell you about past fleet battles, but like anyone who loved ships he made them his business and talked to everyone about their own experiences in battle and otherwise. With the way the One Sith use Vong ships these days, they were hardly a rarity, and with knowledge they honestly became fairly easy to overpower. Particularly when you were much bigger and better armed. Now if he'd had nothing but Exarchs to work with.. Then it might have been time to make a run for it.

Spoiler

• Kebechet 1 - Not using hangars currently, overkill - Point defence cannons shooting at Yaret-kor, enemy missiles, enemy star fighters in that order, Long range turbolasers and Ion Cannons split between Thorn and The Forward, Assault Concussion Missiles aimed at Thorn
• Kebechet 2 - Not using hangars currently, overkill - Point defence cannons shooting at Yaret-kor, enemy missiles, enemy star fighters in that order, Long range turbolasers and Ion Cannons split between Rear and Ruin, Assault Concussion Missiles aimed at Thorn
• Krakana - 72 Eightguns - 48 (2 to 1) scrambling to engage enemy starfighters remainder harassing Thorn and Bludgeon shields, All Heavy Ion cannons, Heavy Turbolasers and Flak guns opening up on Bludgeon, Point Denfence lasers targeting Yaret-Kor, enemy missiles and starfighters in that order, repositioning slightly to minimize impact.

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Y’Toub System[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Nal Hutta[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It was as clear as day to one Darell Irani that the world of Nal Hutta was currently being assailed by lunatics and madmen, it seemed that the usual gang-related activities had escalated into full frontal assault by some mysterious flotilla.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Irani wasn’t in the right mind to get himself involved in such shenanigans, so the only thing he did was make sure that their scanners would pick up the ships and store it for future reference. Perhaps it wouldn’t be necessary - he really had no clue who these people were - but from longstanding experience it had become clear to him that it was good to be prepared for the future.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Any future.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]So instead of worrying about trivial matters, the Techno Union Executive continued to direct the construction efforts of the men working for him, while waiting for the arrival of one [member=”Chiasa Kritivaas”].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Apparently she was the leader of the Red Ravens these days and the Techno Union [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]did[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] have an alliance with these people, so it might be good to touch base and talk about business and the future.[/SIZE]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Jarven had dropped Chiasa and Lancem at the Illip Estate, or what was left of it, and then gone to carry on with his own actions, not one to sit idle. Chiasa immediately spotted Jalek, who'd not been seen in awhile, and flashed him a quick grin. From what she knew, he and Cryax were long over, and once a Raven, always a Raven until you did something to lose that privilege. Abraxas, whoever that was, was a welcome wildcard. Chiasa would happily accept any aid as a general rule, as long as the price tag attached to it wasn't too high that was..

Issulla was an easy sell. He likely thought he was much more in control than he actually was, but that was fine. Chiasa was no newcomer to misleading others. Besides, it wasn't Raven style to actually come in and take over everything when they spread their influence. They almost always left locals in charge. Locals who happened to be in the Ravens pockets to one degree or another. Issulla and Nal Hutta would be no different. Besides, having one of the Hutt Ruling Council on their side lent them legitimacy. Oh how neatly these things worked out sometimes.

The Twi'lek couldn't help but smile at that.

"Free to speak again Ma'am?"

"Yes, go ahead Declan."

"You've been raised by a Draco Vereen, Marek Starchaser and Darrel Irani. They were of course informed you were in the midst of an operation and temporarily unavailable."

"Mmm, aren't I a popular girl today? It is good to have friends. Where are the calls coming from?"

"Mister Vereen is on planet and engaging hostiles as well as providing heavy artillery support. Misters Starchaser and Irani are aboard a private vessel. Well.. Space station."

"Relay my appreciation to Draco, have Henn make sure no one in the sky shoots him. Then send an Exceeder my way. Irani I do not know though I've heard the name, Starchaser is would be unpolitical of me not to meet with. Our friendship is still new after all."

"Yes Ma'am, coordinating it now."

A stealthed Exceeder would be sent, slipping through the skies to pick up the Twi'lek and convey her to the gentlemen in question. Which was particularly of interest since it was aboard an under contruction space station that no one had cleared with her. This was starting to be a pattern, and it was rather rude, someone had best be going to offer compensation, or at least flatter her outrageously.

The ship streamed through its information ad waited for permission to dock.

[member="Darell Irani"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Permission would be granted swiftly and without much of an issue.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The fact of the matter was that the Red Ravens were a Criminal Syndicate, which meant that they would probably be exercising [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]indirect control. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Politicians who were bought off and in their pockets, things like that.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]They wouldn’t be the direct rulers of their worlds because that would [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]defeat[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] the purpose of being an outlaw who lived outside of the law, no? Which was why Darell Irani had simply requested a building permit from the Nal Hutta Government, corrupt to the core and requesting outrages ‘administrative fees’ which would probably be shared with the Ravens anyway.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]So she already profited from him being here.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And that profit could extend to so much more if she would be able to show at least an increment of social skills and didn’t try to compare hydro spanners with a man who had businesses that stretched across the entire Galaxy and then some.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Darell was standing next to the viewport, staring out towards the surface of the world, she would only be seeing his back for now. Contemplation perhaps? Maybe the view as mesmerizing or perhaps he was pondering about something.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Miss Kritivaas, your reputation precedes you.” the dignified presence would address once she had entered the room proper, finally turning around his blue eyes full of calculation studied her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Sized her up as a piece of meat ready for the slaughter?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“And it seems the stories were not exaggerating about your beauty. It’s a pleasure.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Silky smooth.[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] [/SIZE]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Did the Ravens control Nal Hutta? Well they did now, but prior to today not really.

They did however control Nar Shaddaa, and since anything could go on a space station.. When big names started building toys in your backyard without telling you what they were for or even introducing themselves.. A person could get a little edgy. A little insulted. And if there was one thing a criminal could not be seen as, it was weak. It wasn't merely a personal failing as most assumed, it was a matter of self-preservation. Presumed weakness would result in death even faster than any real weakness.

The urge to roll her eyes was suppressed when she walked in to see his back. No one who ran things with as much efficiency as her ship had been docked with was unaware of the exact moment she would walk in the room. This was him being dramatic or making a point, possibly both. In short, being a bit of a git. All of this was of course thought under walls tested by both Disciple and Jacobs. Breakable certainly, but not without their owner being aware.

"Which reputation, I have several, depending upon who you ask."

Came the easy response, one brow quirked. She'd take his flattery, of course she would, but it would take more than that to impress her. Still, hopefully there was more to this than mutual ego stroking. She was in the middle of a fleet battle apparently. Likely Henn was fine, but it was not in her nature to leave things like that to others.

"Mister Irani I presume?"

Yellow eyes flicked over him. Success had not seen him go to seed. The eyes were a striking touch. Of course they were likely meant to be.

[member="Darell Irani"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“One and the only.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Came the equally answer back.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]If there was one thing that was worse than a criminal, it was a criminal with aspirations to pretend to be [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]better[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] than the usual scum. But perhaps Chiasa [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]was[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] better, though ancient memories came back to him of a time when the Ravens had entered an alliance with the One Sith.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A meeting where Lysle had earned his ire and where Chiasa had not impressed him at all.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But that was then and then was now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Darell could not let the feelings of Carach get in the way of a pure business sense.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“A woman of passion and unrelenting force.” [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]a fool whose emotions got the better of her. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Strong and unyielding, forcing people to recognize her worth at her own terms.” [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]a lunatic who didn’t know when to shut her trap and accept that some had a better hand. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“One who has held the Ravens under control for a while now and managed to [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]minimize[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] their self-destructive nature.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Hands crossed behind his back he finally let out a singular smile, a charming smile, one which had woo’d many a women in the past already. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“I am here to discuss business, miss Kritivaas. The Techno Union has a vested interest in seeing the Ravens… [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]succeed and become more [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]organized[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px].” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Arceneau had her own contracts here, the appearance of ArmaTech only showed that Draco also had interests, Marek had the casinos on Makeb. Yes, it could be said that the Techno Union was already investing heavily in the economy of the Ravens’ territory.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Have a seat, please.”[/SIZE]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Eh, the last bit sounds like me in any case. It is possible you've not got the wrong Twi'lek."

Not that I'll admit that in court, haha. Oh, criminal jokes. Height of humour, never got old.

It was likely for the best Chiasa was unaware of Iranis alter ego. Or possibly that Irani was the alter ego. In either case, the One Sith had made an absolute mess of their handling of the Ravens. If the Ravens were messy, the Sith were a disaster. An initial meeting where no Sith had spoken for the first ten minutes or so, then no one had had the correct authority, and a whale had threatened to rip out her tongue if she recalled, which had actually been a positive because at least they'd been saying something.

And then of course there was the mess with Dredge, and then the torturing and thralling of allies, the refusal to grant autonomy and work together, the destruction of private property and threats uttered..

But it was the Ravens who had been out of line, of course. Pfffft. Apparently a group of criminals were just the only ones sane enough and with the spine to call the Sith on their absolute insanity and get away with it.

A slight bristling at the idea that he was going to organize the Ravens. He could give advice, she would choose to follow it or not at her leisure. Still, no point in telling him where he could shove said advice until she knew what it was. He was very successful after all.

"Considering the alternative to success is failure and that is rarely profitable or enjoyable.. The Ravens will entertain the Techno Union and it's interests."

She took a seat, one leg crossed over the other at the knee hands on the arms of the chair, chin up and yellow eyes pinned on him.

"Continue."

[member="Darell Irani"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A smirk.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Irani didn’t opt to take a seat and instead looked back at the viewport for a clear second, before getting to the point of the matter. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“I wish to invest in the Ravens and their territories.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Truth.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Build factories, buy existent ones, repair infrastructure. The things my corporations do for the Techno Union’s territories too. Work closely with the Ravens in the meanwhile, of course.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]They would basically help each other. The Ravens’ territory would be uplifted, better economy equals more profits for them in the longrun. He would hire Ravens for the jobs, get the more money directly while the Ravens paid him to execute the more permanent solutions.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It was a win-win for both.[/SIZE]