Fire Sale

[Okh-Verg]

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Nar Shaddaa - Industrial Sector​

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Today was the big day. The event that would kick-start his career in the arms business like a rocket up the rear end. Okh-Verg had been preparing for today for weeks now, the hybird having spent day and night over the period brokering deals to get enough armaments to sell to make his own little slice of profit. All of this, of course, was kept immensely on the down low, as quiet as a bunch of semi-intelligent arms dealers and even more lacking in the mental department thugs could keep. Regardless, here they all were, shops or as close to that sort of set up they could in the little derelict section of the industrial sector. Various species armed with various armaments and, for the most part, despite most of these gutter runners being in the employ of various small-time crime bosses and the larger groups being there on behalf on one Hutt or another, things seemed to be going rather smoothly... For now.

Despite not being sponsored by one man or another and not accompanied by any guards of this own at all, Okh-Verg had everything planned out. Whilst not exactly having an arsenal as big as some of the other vendors at this unofficial and unsanctioned arms deal meetup, the Trandoshan-Fosh hybrid certainly brought a few buyers his way; if for nothing more than his extensive knowledge on many of the weapons on display, although his looks left more to be desired, though it did receive a few glances from one thug or another. He was different, that much was sure, perhaps that was simply part of the enticing bargain that might lure a customer over to his little corner, having been more so shoved out of the way for the bigger players in the game to take the space.

Someone was bound to notice the noise or the mass gathering in this usually quiet part of the sector. There was going to be a shakedown or something of the sort sooner or later, though it seemed to be covered by the mass of thugs maintaining security for their assigned bosses of the day. Okh-Verg, on the other hand? Close to his reach lay a single ACP Repeater, a weapon that he had 'borrowed' from his father all those years ago when he ran away from the shattered apartment he called home. If that wasn't enough, he could easily just grab something from his shipments.

This was going to be a walk in the park.

[member="Ar'ekk"] | [member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Arekk]

NAR SHADDAA​

Industrial Sector​

As the influential man that the young warrior had become in a short amount of time in a place like this, Ar'ekk had gotten word of a small-time arms dealer setting up shop in one of the most dangerous yet profitable sectors of Nar Shaddaa, offering a plethora of military-grade weaponry to multiple delinquents and criminals to purchase and use in the near future. His desire to expand on the underworld grew bigger by the time he set foot on Nal Hutta space and acquired a piece of territory thanks to the Bareesh Kajidic, criminal organization he had recently started to work for in exchange of the almighty credits. A person like himself, despite being a fully fledged Jedi, would never turn down a generous amount of money for whatever service he could provide since after all the man was an ex war veteran that was heavily wounded and made many sacrificies without having anything given back as a token of appreciation, just a pat in the back and sent home.

The area where the Trandoshan-Fosh hybrid had placed his small market was a quiet one although it brought many people's attention and especially those who ran this piece of territory who wouldn't hesitate to get a large piece of the action. A shakedown was the most probable outcome should they decide to give this newcomer a visit, a regular thing to do if you know your way around the underworld. Regardless, the venue seemed to be heavily guarded yet things could turn ugly anytime soon without taking any opposition in mind. Ar'ekk wandered around looking at the many different weapons on display and ready to be purchased, his eyes focused on the hybrid alien behind the whole charade.

There was no such thing as easy business and that'd be demonstrated tonight.

[member="Okh-Verg"]

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

Location: Nar Shadaa - Industrial Sector​

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As someone who was well known within the Criminal Underworld many would attempt to get onto his good-side, make alliances and business contracts. Many of them well below any standard he'd stoop too, despite being quite profitable for most. Although his resources were becoming limited, and it'd never hurt to make use of the supplies he may be able to get from these deals. Yet he didn't go with the intent of purchasing them, even though military-grade weapons were becoming increasingly harder to come into possession of. In a town like this the scum was everywhere, everyone was trying to earn some credits to elevate themselves into a higher level of scum and villainy.

Fett made his way into the Industrial Sector, but he didn't go his usual stealthy approach by taking the rooftops, no. Instead he simply paraded down the street, catching the eyes of several that'd move away or try to act tough, regardless, Fett didn't care and kept on his merry way. Stopping himself to lie in wait for something to go down, and it seemed it was going to very soon. Like a scavenger he'd just watch, planning to go in after the fact and pick what he can and kill who he has to.

 

[Okh-Verg]

The arms market was in full swing, buyers circulating each stool to make investments and buy shipments and individual firearms. A curious business involving firearms, especially when gangs and such came together in the forms of temporary truce to buy their tools to kill their rivals, who would also be buying from the same suppliers as those who they wish to kill and vice versa. Yet amid heated tensions and truces of low-lives, the arms dealers ultimately came out on top of the deals; after all, without them, where would the men of their trade get their tools to do their work? Such was life in a place like Nar Shaddaa, a cycle of dealings, backstabbing, death, gang politics and either the way up the ladder, or the long fall to the bottomless pit to the void.

It had taken a long time for anyone to actually listen to the hybird. Months of work, focused and difficult work at that got him to this point. Being a lone trader and going to various big end names to join him in making a profit wasn't exactly easy. He had been threatened, extorted and many other dangerous sharp things had come very close to his neck. Unlike a piece of poultry, however, Okh-Verg had somehow managed to not only get agreements from most of the gang leaders but cooperation, as well. Instead of extortion, he had gained blessings. Blessings to trade and build up his own stockpile, even if the others had muscled in to get their larger areas to show off their status. Just organizing this whole thing enough, the up-and-coming arms dealer couldn't help but be somewhat impressed by his talents. He was nowhere near a diplomat, after all, his looks and temper didn't help with that at all.

Trust, however, wasn't something the hybrid had with his fellows. They had guards, he did not. There had even been a few glances between guards of these various patches of criminals; the big man didn't like the little Twi'Lek, the Nikto eyeing up that human dancer. Tensions weren't the best yet somehow, through perhaps some form of... Magic... Order was kept. Nobody was shooting each other... Yet. That allowed Okh-Verg to watch the crowds, seeming to notice a masked man. A half-mask, a metal face but that wasn't the only thing; the hybrid could feel the back of his neck tingle, something in his mind singling the man out from the rest of the crowd yet, in all his lack of wisdom, the hybird didn't know what it was and his face twisted in frustration. Who was he, and why was his head focusing on him rather than everyone else!? Did he have a larger wallet than the others!?

Only one way to find out.

"You! Friend! You! Come, come! Browse my wares!" the hybrid yelled out, gathering the eyes of several passers-by yet a clawed hand beckoned to [member="Ar'ekk"] to come closer and only him.

 

[Arekk]

The weird looking lizard-bird had apparently caught his attention on Ar'ekk to his demise, wanting to stay within the shadows and not alarm anyone in this place. He knew that everyone browsing this illegal market was associated with criminal organizations and dangerous people so the alien beckoning him over was the least thing he needed in that moment. However, out of politeness and obvious urge to stop him from yelling, the young Jedi walked over to this individual to see what he wanted from him. One way or the other they'd engage in a conversation, that being to purchase something he had in stock or any other type of business that could benefit both parties involved.

"What do you have?" He countered back to the lizard-bird looking arms dealer with a rough tone. The wares he had on display were more than enough to gain his undivided attention but that's not what had drawn him to this part of Nar Shaddaa. He had plans to expand in the underworld in a territory ran by his employer, Gorba The Hutt and that way make a bigger profit without any issue whatsoever. It sounded like a difficult thing to carry out yet not impossible if things were done the right way. Whatever his intentions were, Ar'ekk would see this meeting as an opportunity to build a business relationship and take things beyond the usual street hustling that this hybrid had been doing for who knows how long.

[member="Okh-Verg"]

 

[Okh-Verg]

As the half-faced man came closer, that sensation seemed to burn brighter. It felt like colliding face-first with a durasteel wall yet if the hybrid was to try and put a claw onto what exactly it was, it would only make him more and more frustrated. He had no idea what it was, this seeming connection with the half-face, but the more it linger the more Okh-Verg wanted nothing more than to punch it in the face. Did feelings have a face? If he swung for the air, would it make it stop? Probably not, it was something that he had to try and ignore, despite how uncomfortable and frustrating it was. Fortunately for the arms dealer, he could focus on the trade that he was about to barter. It was show time and the perfect opportunity to walk away with a few extra credits.

"Ah! Welcome, yes! Yes! Okh-Verg has many interesting things! Perhaps you would like to see? What does half-face have interest in?" the lizard-bird question, hands extending either side to the various arms crates stacked behind him; "My wares are numerous! Numerous indeed! Perhaps half-face wishes for blade? Rifle perhaps? Or perhaps half-face wishes for something more... Exotic. Half-face look like he has different taste from most!" a barely contained cackle came from Okh-Verg, his two pale eyes focused on the man in front of him; his right eye seeming to twitch very visibly.

And all the while, around the small area of the market, movements were being made. Thugs seemed to begin to take positions near the entrances and exits of the small bazaar. Mumbling and grumbling could be heard between buyers and their goons. A storm was coming, although it wasn't particularly obvious... Yet.

[member="Ar'ekk"]

 

[Arekk]

The Force was strong in the young warrior and that irradiated everywhere he walked through but only those sensitive enough to perceive this feeling could pinpoint exactly what truly was that suffocating or yet soothing sensation that lingered in their minds. Certainly, this hybrid of an alien put Ar'ekk on high alert not due to his obvious ugliness but something rather nasty could be sensed within him without exactly describing what it could be. A rare thing to say but almost everyone had this aura of darkness and ill fated decisions of the past.

"You've got an interesting display of wares but I'm not looking for anything spe--" He managed to spew out before something told him alert was around the corner, his lightsaber already ignited by the time he turned around for the incoming threats. A local criminal organization was coming down to get their piece of the action from Okh-Verg's business, they weren't obvious about their coming as they were still positioning themselves in a tactical manner but the Jedi could sense danger due to his "gift".

"We're in danger. You must get out of here before it gets worse."

That was just a small warning. Danger was around the corner and could only get worse should they decide to stay. Either way, money would be lost that night.

[member="Okh-Verg"]

 

[Okh-Verg]

Sure enough, the thugs piled in and made escape impossible. Nobody dared to move, yet, customers and arms dealers alike remained as still as statues, knowing that any sudden movements would probably result in a permanent closure of their business. There was utter silence, although a voice did ring out. It seemed to belong to some lowborn thug that had barely enough brain cells to rub together to make a fire but he was big and tough, muscle for his employer and clearly made up for his lack of intelligence in how he looked like he could probably snap a man in half with his pinkie finger. The thugs around the obvious leader of the pack weren't heavily armored and not too heavily armed; looking like typical thugs with a few blaster pistols and melee weapons rather than some professional mercenary force. Still, numbers were important and ultimately, they made up for their lack of intelligence with numbers and the physical mass of one in every three of the group.

"Sale's over, you lot, our leader says you better hand over all your goods and credits, or this is gonna get ugly! Come up, pay up!"

A lot of the dealers and their crews grumbled among each other, seeing themselves at a disadvantage at the pretty large number of thugs bearing down on them, dogs held back by a simple order that was to be given be a man with a rotting brain who clearly just wanted to shake everyone here to get his spice money. Ultimately, people started to pay up, sliding across their weapon cases, credit chits, everything. Crime preying on crime, the strong taking what was the property of the weak. This was just how it was, for everyone beyond one of the traders present...

As Ar'ekk mentioned fleeing, Okh-Verg let out a cackle, having been putting some form of respirator on his beak; it looked all too similar to a Trandoshan rebreather mask, although modified slightly to make it fit just a little bit better on the half-breed. As he did so, the now muffled voice of Okh-Verg spoke, though it was probably way too quiet and slightly too muffled for it to be in any form of comprehension. Although through it all, the half-man could probably make out; "Get down, mask-face."

As several thugs approached to try and shake down Ar'ekk and his hybrid friend, they were met with a surprise. From one of the display cases behind the hybrid, several knives seemingly hovered up into the air on their own and were thrown at the three thugs, who now found their throats, chests and various bodily parts occupied by a blade. They gurgled and fell to the floor and didn't quite find their peace in the most painless or quickest of ways. Shortly after, the hybrid had already drawn his ACP Repeater and aimed at the nearest thug, opening fire. This of course, invited everyone else to join in.

The whole thing turned into a confused scrap within moments, the cackles of Okh-Verg being the rallying cry for bloodshed. And of course, everyone watched the merchandise when they fired.

Who would want to ruin so much profit in one space?

[member="Ar'ekk"]

 

[Arekk]

The counter-attack had begun thanks to the half-breed's necessity for bloodshed and the Jedi joined the fun to avoid getting killed in the process, making a backwards flip as his lightsaber ignited and struck the nearest squad of brainless thugs that were more cannon fodder, expendable individuals who were at the mercy of their employer regardless of how skilfull they were. The bright blue plasma blade of his lightsaber penetrated and sliced the bodies of those who dared to shoot directly at him in a lethal manner, making them go down one-by-one like mere flies in a desperate attempt to succeed.

"This is exactly what I needed." He spoke his thoughts loudly. The laser bolts went past his head and almost hit part of his shoulder when trying to deflect the fire coming his way.

After a few minutes, it seemed like the squad of thugs depleted by a major percent and the bigger enforcer stood his ground by taking multiple associates of the half-breed and clients down with a rampage of death. It seemed like a hundred soldiers stood behind him yet the work done was all performed by the lowborn thug, an admirable scene for those who liked seeing true warriors. Unfortunately, loyalty couldn't be bought and the only way to deal with such an individual was by bringing doom their way.

"Any ideas?" The young Jedi asked to the half-breed who stood behind an arms case shooting back at the incoming wave of enemies.

[member="Okh-Verg"]

 

[Okh-Verg]

It was absolute chaos all around, thugs shooting thugs and whilst it was low intelligence against low intelligence, everyone was being careful enough to not ruin the merchandise. It was all close quarters, meaning that everything was compact and very heavy... And nobody had bothered to pack some sort of melee weapon, besides the half-face, of course. The hybrid was going full pelt at it, too, with his ACP repeater and blatant use for what seemed to be the force throwing knifes, pulling them out and reusing them to throw at another bunch of goons. He wasn't trained it his 'magic tricks' at all, as a matter of fact he actually had know idea of the power at his fingertips, only that he could move things around without actually touching them and just thinking about it. Through weapons fire, thrown blades and the half-face with the lightsaber, the duo had cut down a significant amount of the thugs and other dealers; to Okh-Verg, everyone was an enemy and he wanted the spoils all to himself; it was only natural that keeping them alive complicated things. Why try to join forces when he could just kill them all and take everything there for himself?

The crazed, blood-mad cackling persisted from the hybrid all throughout the firefight, this was his scene, his dream and his passion; weapons being used against other weapons to see which one was the best, which fired the fastest, which one killed the most, which one looked the best. Of course, there was more in-depth studies to all of that but the practical and live-fire observations were often the best tests of ability. Regardless, with simply how many there were, Okh-Verg and his ally were going to need help. He didn't have any allies to back him up, though he did have something in one of the crates, something to severely tip the odds in their favor. He'd cry out with; "Half-face, cover! I bring surprise!" as he'd step away from the fighting and go for his arms crates, looking for the right one and opening it, all whilst Ar'ekk was covering him, hopefully. A few moments later, he had found it, sitting there in all its glory. He had to put away his ACP Repeater for this one.

No doubt Ar'ekk was slightly overwhelmed by the sheer number of thugs pressing down on their little corner of territory, though the odds were indeed soon turned. Imagine the half-face's surprise when he heard the hybrid howl with delight as rounds started to spew from the new found DLT-19 in his hands. A pricey little thing but in times such as this? The hybrid wasn't concerned with using the merchandise himself. It was life or death, and he liked his life. As a matter of fact, he showed little care for the fact that he was murdering people he had no doubt made negotiations with to set up this whole thing. What was perhaps the strangest thing was the use of trigger discipline from the usually wild hybrid; presumably knowing to not fire for too long a period to prevent overheating. Hybrid and DLT-19 cut through the waves of thugs sent at them, over all the blaster fire Okh-Verg could be heard yelling;

"Good enough idea!?"

A cackle followed, forming a crude symphony with the rapid firing blaster.

[member="ar'ekk"]

 

[Arekk]

"Great."

That's the last thing the young warrior managed to utter before the hybrid decided to open fire with nothing more than a DTL-19, initiating a massive rampage of death and suffering to those opposing them. He provided cover to his new ally by shielding them from the incoming laser bolts as the other attempted to put everyone down with the most reliable weapon on the market.

"I guess that works too!" He shouted back at his new "friend".

A heavy shootout took place in the industrial sector of Nar Shaddaa and the opposing forces shrinked by the minute thanks to the small surprise the hybrid had for them, successfully drawing them away as he took down even more lives although no one would miss them. Corpses riddled with holes and different injuries caused by the alien laid throughout the whole area, them remaining behind the ammo crates to avoid getting shot at. They needed a desperate escape plan if they wished to get out of there alive, it'd have to be quick as possible otherwise it would be the end of everything.

"We should go now."

[member="Okh-Verg"]

 

[Okh-Verg]

The very suggestion of leaving without the goods made the hybrid's right eye twitch violently.

He had set this whole thing up and, whilst he hadn't exactly planned for it to be as malicious as it was becoming, more so just trying to better his name and make a few links to some semi-important people, the situation that was turning into a right bloodbath seemed to pull on his strings the quantity of bodies were added onto the pile. Yes, yes! He could see it now, this was his idea from the very start. This wasn't a social gathering, it was a plot. All the tradesmen and their thugs, their stockpiles of weapons that they could make a profit from, Okh-Verg wanted it all without the attached strings, that being the people that owned these caches, these items of value. Where they were gaining profit, the hybird was gaining none, only a reputation. Could a reputation buy him new weapons? No! Only credits could... That reputation that he had originally sought would change too. No longer would he be the ugly hybrid that went small-time, people would fear to cross him or deny him what he wanted. And for that...

...There would be no running away.

Okh-Verg kept firing with the DLT-19 at any thug or tradesman that dared oppose him or try to run, though for those who took cover behind crates, he wasn't willing to ruin potential profit to fill the bloodlust that kept a constant parasitic effect on him; he loved it, the murder, the killing but he always wanted more and the only thing that stopped him was those crates, his prize. Fortunately for the hybrid, it wouldn't be difficult to clear the obstacles ahead of him. Pulling a hand away from the DLT-19 he'd push the stack of crates over, being durable enough for a little bit of wear and tear, although with not much control over his gift, the hybrid may have applied just a little too push pressure, instead flinging the crates right into those who were hiding behind them. Ar'ekk could see the damage caused by heavy weapons crates being flung into the faces of thugs; cracked skulls, missing teeth, a generally gory end result. Incapacitated or just outright dead, little opposition stood against the duo now.

And that was enough.

The thugs began to run, no matter their allegiance, the bodycount was already high enough and they weren't trained soldiers, they knew that sticking around was probably going to be the end of them too. The DLT-19 and use of the force by the hybrid mixed with the skills of the lightsaber from Ar'ekk had left quite an impression on the smoking remains of what was once a packed weapons market. Of course, the few that ran were going to report what happened; they would certainly get the message across; don't kark with the hybrid arms dealer and his buddy the half-mask swordsman. That should get a few raised eyebrows the next time he walked into a cantina or place where rumors spread, although on Nar Shaddaa, that was pretty much everywhere. What mattered most was that the weapons were his; his stockpile nearly doubled in size. Now he just needed somewhere to put it to good use. Shifting the barrel of the DLT-19 upon his shoulder, Okh-Verg turned his pale eyes over to Ar'ekk and asked;

"Half-face, you good to help me. Now I ask, who are you? Who you work for?"

[member="Ar'ekk"]