For Whom the Bell Tols [Black Sun Dominion of Tol Amn]

[Vox Stath]

The Chiss gave his orders, brief and to the point. Vox appreciated that, no wasted words in a combat scenario. When it got to the next part, Malicar could be as flowery as he damn well pleased. The Zabrak’s face was no different on receiving the orders behind his buy’ce, giving the affirmative and carrying on with true Sharratt efficiency. The battle plan was much the same as their entrance, and executed with much the same results. The Ver’alor lead his people deeper still into the monument of Hutt avarice, clearing room by room with practised ease. The security got tighter the closer they got to the throne room, but they were still no match for Clan Sharratt. That’s not to say they came through unscathed, however. Vox himself had some blaster scoring on the side of his beskar’gam that would require some attention when they returned home. No casualties though, and nothing serious enough to require more than field treatment. Onwards.

After the first few rooms were cleared, a message seemed to go through the ranks of the defending mercenaries, and soon the resistance faltered. Whether it was an order from the slug in charge, or the hut'tuun just decided not to fight in the face of the overwhelming Mandalorian threat they faced was unclear. The rest of the descent was quite simple, the mandate switching to stun and incapacitate from here on out. The Mandalorians strode towards the final destination, the throne room. Whatever combatants were stationed there seemed to retreat inside, and the doors opened wide for them to enter. Practising extreme caution, Vox lowered his weapons slightly but did not holster them, he and his second falling back to flank Malicar as the Underlord entered the Hutt throne room. The room was beyond greed, everything glittered with unnecessary abundance. With each step forward deeper into enemy territory, Vox glanced around the room, counting mercenary soldiers and non-combatants, detailing potential escape routes and ambush points, doing his best to ignore not even the smallest of details. A lot of the gathered mercenaries stood with obvious unease, hands far too tense on their weapons, body language showing none of the discipline that his own troops exuded. There was one, close to the slug boss himself, that seemed different. There was a swagger about that one, and Vox made a mental note to keep an eye on that one.

Vox let Malicar speak, the Chiss was in charge here, this was his time to shine. The Zabrak Ver’alor was happy just to count potential threats, he marked a handful out that could be difficult, but no more than that. It was a small handful. The Hutt itself did not seem so concerned about the obvious threat in the room. Either he was woefully overconfident, or else was not familiar with the prowess of Clan Sharratt. Before the day was done, Vox would be sure the arrogant slug would witness the truth first hand. Keeping position beside Malicar, Vox was relaxed much like any predator – coiled and ready to strike when required.

[member="Malicar"] [member="Messorem"]

 

[H3xle]

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-Objective-​

Assert Black Sun Dominance in the Smuggling Trade​

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Elana ducked under the sweep of a mechanical leg and rolled forward, swiping the staff in her hands at the dummies knee as she passed. She gained her feet and spun just in time to take a kick to the abdomen from the grounded droid that pushed her back several steps. She let it, opening the space between them as she forced her body to suck in air and steady her nerves. She was by far not the best melee range combatant, but there was something cathartic about getting into a fight without consequences. She would heal, the droid could be repaired, and her thoughts were kept at bay a little while longer.

"Captain, we've marked the ships and have laid in a course for the nearest mid range we can catch." a voice broke into her concentration. She held up a hand to halt the droid, only remembering at the last moment that she'd removed that gesture from the droids controls. Most opponents she'd faced wouldn't accept that, so she shouldn't ever train to use it.

"Hold and reset." She ordered, and the arm snaked the droid back up to the ceiling as it was mid leap attempting to kick her. The light left the droids eyes as it ascended, and Elana replaced the staff as she walked toward the door. She pulled down her jacket and tossed it on, zipping it up as she walked up the corridor towards the bridge.

She was barely through the door before her eyes were on Kal.

"ETA." She ordered, stepping up to and sliding into her chair.

"Five minutes until weapons range." He responded without looking up. "Shall I hail them?"



"No. Tell the boarding teams to prepare, we go straight in and take this first one out. Then we broadcast to the rest who we are and assert Black Sun dominance in this system." She replied coolly. "Sound battle stations."

 

[Akhuna Sharratt]

Ziggaa the Hutt’s Palace​

The galaxy spared very little when it came to diversity. Out there there were all sorts of creatures, some capable of feeding from the oddest sources, some who could breath gases lethal to any others, some with just rather weird features, but there was one particular factor nearly every single sentient being in the galaxy had to face from the second they were born: Gravity. The borderline magical energy far more tangible and credible than the force that binded everything together, ensuring an stability without which civilization could not even exist, but the same time representing and everlasting hazard, able to shatter the bones and end the life of those foolish enough to challenge it.

That's why every mandalorian learned and longed to defy gravity.

The jets on her back kicked in subtly, the roaring stormy winds forcing an struggle out of the Akhuna as she and her fellow mandalorians broke formation. She circled around the rooftop, a blaster in each hand firing at the unprepared mercenaries on the palace. Gamorrean, rodian, nikto... one by one they fell as the swarm of armored invaders rounded them up, as if the storm itself consumed the unsuspecting guards.

One of the last to touch down, Akhuna had no time to appreciate the view. More hostiles were inbound, and even this pitiful lackeys deserved to be recognized as threats, even as they left her armor untouched and were dispatched with no ammount of creativity or challenge. To some extent, she even regretted every pull of her trigger. These were hardly worthy oponents, and every passageway, every corner, every hall through which they advanced did not feel like awin, but merely a slaughter. As she rained fire over the hutt hoards, she couldn't help but muse that it was simply impossible any of these men believed they had a chance against a squadron of mandalorians. Maybe they could score one kill or two, but there was no coming back alive, which meant there was something they feared way more than an army of battle hardened warriors on the other side of the door.

And indeed there was. It had been a few years since she last saw a hutt, and it hadn't been long enough. The flacid laughing worm, entertained by the deaths of his own men, treating what could possibly be his last moment alive as another meeting, another joke, welcoming the invaders with the unbreakable and unbearably polite hutt sarcasm... all of that only reminded Akhuna of how much she hated hutts. She never really understood how a species too fat to run, with arms too short to fight and bodies developed so unbelievably wrong had raised to such heights of power, but she would waste no time helping remove them for that position. Good thing she kept her helmet on afterall. Even with the evident tension in the air, the way she stared at the hutt behind her visor would come across as very rude if anyone saw it.

Shaking off the anger evoked by the slurred alien speech, she turned her attention to the room in a more practical task of identifying threats. The layout was inteligent to say the least. Maybe that's how the hutts ascended, their attention to detail. The place wasn't just ostentatious and a clear reminder of the host's social status, but also had a genius tactical disposition. Akhuna and her peers, the invaders, were by all means in the open and surrounded by thugs who could count with a fair ammount of cover and considerably higher ground. Besides, she would bet the throne itself relied on its own shield generators or secret passages just waiting to be activated.

Akhuna's anger at the hutt just increased as she realized: that chakaar had a reason to be laughing.

 

[Malicar]

Objective 1: Meet with the Hutt Remnants to negotiate terms and take on a number of their slaves. The storm is raging and visibility is low. How will you pull it off?


Ziggaa the Hutt’s Palace

Tol’Amn

Malicar gave a small smile, glaring at the Hutt. Moments passed before the Underlord Eshro spoke, “It seems you are too busy for Black Sun this day. That is unfortunate. Had you made the time for us, Ziggaa, the events that are about to unfold would not have to occur. But you, like some of your kin, have chosen poorly…”

Looking over at all the bodyguards of Ziggaa, he said loudly, “50,000 credits to the one that kills this pathetic piece of slime in front of me…”

The smile dropped from the Hutt. A visible shield sprung to life protecting the Hutt and a few of his trusted bodyguards, but the rest of the room was stuck outside the shield with Malicar and his Clan Sharratt entourage. In that moment, weapons were drawn and the opulent room lit up with blaster bolts…

[member="Vox Stath"]
[member="Akhuna Sharratt"]
[member="Messorem"]

 

[Vitek]

Location: Bajiibo Kadijic Palace, Tol Amn
Tags: [member='Ardasz Verd'] , [member='Gad Calgaran']
Ship: Upsilon-Class Command Shuttle
Troops: Outer Rim Mercenaries [10/10]

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As the Enforcer and the Hutt spoke in Huttese, a language that Vitek was unfamiliar, the serpent's coils began to rustle in a winding way. His annoyance was palpable. He was being cut out of the conversation by someone he believed to beneath his authority "Enough." the Sluissi hissed now with manifested emotion "Thissss discusssssssion is over. Make your decisssssion now, Bajibo. The Black Ssssun will not be sssstalled any longer. You are not the only Hutt on this pit of a planet." Vitek, for the first time since the conversation started, looked away from the Hutt to Gad with a venomous expression. His displeasure could not be mistaken. The Sluissi turned away from Gad then looked to Bajibo who seemed smug.

"The Mighty Bajibo and Kadijic accept your deal, for now. Although I will speak with the Underlords to make a more lucrative arrangement." the Hutt motioned to Gad then "This one at least shows the proper respect to a business partner." Bajibo gave a deep laugh of amusement "Perhaps he should take your throne." with that said Vitek hissed , lips still shut tight, as his tongue flicked outwards towards the Hutt. The Sluissi raised his Force Pike slightly then banged it against the throne. At the signal the four slaves stood as they grasped the brass rods, and hefted the throne on their shoulders. Slowly they began rotate so that Vitek's back was to Bajibo, then processed back into the hallway from where they came. The Mercenaries seemed slightly confused but for the most part glad that the negotiations hadn't turned into a fight. The Zabrak from before gave Ardasz and Gad a tap on the shoulder and motioned him to follow along "I think we're done here." he whispered to either of them.

 

[Messorem]

Objective 1: Meet Black Sun representatives and negotiate terms. Survive them and get rich.
Ziggaa the Hutt's Palace
Tol'Amn

Ziggaa chuckled at Malicars comment, glaring leerily down at the chiss. He didn't say anything yet though, wanting to see what would happen. Then came the offer from Malicar and Ziggaa panicked. 50k credits was a lot, but he was quick to counter the offer with his own. Gurgling out a shout, Ziggaa made his counter offer.
"100k for the one who kills the chiss and his cronies!"

Shots were instantly exchanged, with the smart diving for cover, and the dumb staying in the open to shoot. Messorem meanwhile was safely behind the shield with his slave girl shield. Shifting his eyes to the slug, he shook his head. He knew for a fact that the slug didn't have that kind of money right now, he was investing it all in other ventures, or spending it all on more slaves and the decor. Sneering, Messorem glanced at the few other people inside the shield, while the others outside fought and died against the Black Sun. Only one was truly loyal, the others would see reason, and the droid would go along or be destroyed.

Sneering, Messorem told the slave girl, "Stay here," and then turned towards Ziggaa. The slug wasn't moving, choosing to watch the 'show unfold before him. He still didn't think anything would happen, that was about to change. In one swift motion, faster than the eye could blink, Messorem had drawn his heavy blaster pistol and unleashed 4 bolts into him. The hutt only had a chance to gurgle in surprise before the other shots slammed into his body and head. Then the slug seemed to deflate as he died, even as silence descended on the inner throne area inside the shield. Turning to face the others present, Messorem pulled the other blaster out of its holster in an instant even as he reloaded the first.
"Any complaints about that?" Shaking heads were his answer. "Good, you all work for me now. This is my palace now, my rules, and my trade." Nodding heads this time. Smirking, Messorem turned to the controls and activated the speaker before belting out the following. "Cease blast! Ziggaa is dead, and I'm the new boss here. Messorem, the Reaper."

Blaster fire from the mercs died down as they took cover. There weren't many wounded left, not that it really mattered, more mercs could be bought by selling some of this wealth. Smirking behind his mask, Messorem tipped his hat to Malicar, even as the slugs body tipped forward and fell down with a resounding smack.
"So you lead the Black Sun, is that it? Well, welcome to Reapers Palace." Giving an extravagant bow, Messorem straitened before continuing. "Under new management as you can see. Now, you promised 50k credits for him and what else in your deal to operate here?"

@Malicar @Akhuna Sharratt [member="Vox Stath"]

 

[Dah'lek Cho]

Objective 2
Make sure everyone knows who in charge in the Smuggling trade.

"Cho Enterprises?"

"Best gun manufacturers in the Outer Rim."

"Oh really?"

"Bet your kark it is."

"Weapon parts, good sir. I've been looking all across the galaxy for new parts, and I might have found my new investment." Cho's eyebrows widened, almost if to signal that he had some big credit amounts on the line for this somewhat small deal. "Oh! That's it, my apologies." The leader used his unusually fat fingers to signal for his guards to come into the room. They followed his orders almost immediately, storming into the room. The leader beckoned for one to come over and bend over so he could whisper in his ear. After a couple seconds, the guard lifted himself back up and headed out the door as quickly as he came in. "It should be a only a moment." The leader said over to Cho, who was waiting patiently looking at the Datapad that was placed on the table. On it contained pretty basic information. About Tol Amn. the businesses that a company it, and the head honcho himself, Zigga the Hutt. Cho had studied over the datapad once more, re-reading the parts on Zigga the Hutt. Currently, there was a squad of several people from the Black Cartel speaking to him right now, trying to convince him into whatever comical scheme they may have in play.

A few more minutes pass and the leader has sweat appearing on his forehead, looking down and twiddling his thumbs. Cho has also gotten a bit impatient, but he hid his anger and waited longer. It wasn't long until the guard reappeared, but with 2 others standing right at his side. Two scantily clad Twi'lek women had entered and had sat down right next to Cho, one playfully landing in his lap. Cho was here for business, he had no time to be fooling around with his seller. Yet, time could always be made. A somewhat moderately large box landed on the table with a hard thud. The guard proceeded to open the box in a very uniform manner, and there they were. The weapon parts, in all of their glory. Cho smiled behind the bandages that tightly wrapped around his face. "These the parts?" Cho said while doing a comforting rub on the Twi'lek who sat on his lap, the other one the chair leg hugging his neck. "Yes indeed sir. There they are. Now, are we ready to proceed?" The leader spoke in fast paced tone, as if he was almost nervous. Cho could almost smell his fear, or yet the sweat. Or both.

"Absolutely. Let's discuss." Cho said, mischievously.

 

[Bruticus]

Objective 2​

Chaos reigns across Zeta station. Bruticus grunted as a blaster bolt grazed his right shoulder before slamming himself to a wall corner. They fight like cornered womp rats. He thought, hissing with pain from the newly made wound. Behind him a collection of his brigands were in position using desks and computers of the central checkpoint as cover from the murderous fire coming out of the back entrance.

Enraged, Bruticus turned toward one of the pirates nearby on his left wielding a rocket launcher. “Give me that.” He demanded in a tone that brokered no room for objections. The raider nodded and tossed his captain the launcher.

Taking ahold of it Bruticus called out to the others. “Covering fire!” With that order the pirate squad unleashed a murderous volley that forced the defenders to duck behind their makeshift barricades. As soon as it ended Bruticus turned from the corner and aimed at the center of the target and pulled the trigger.

With a whoosh of smoke the rocket flew forth and struck the barricade. A small explosion ignited with screams of pain and death. In its wake was a massive hole with smoke and bodies spread on the floor. Throwing the launcher aside Bruticus rush forward subsequently joined by his pirates, firing his pistol at anything that moved.

“No mercy!”

He roared, passing the now destroyed barrier, heading for the next room.

 

[Myra]

Location: Groog's Food Stuffs
Tags: -
Troops: Darkfyre Operatives (6/6)
Post: 2

Myra would shift uneasily in the chair, looking around at the metallic walls of the office, each one painted a different neon color and covered in bizarre paintings and engravings. "Mrs. Raltel-Thaeleon-" the droid would start as it takes its place beside the miniature hutt "We are aware of your organization's intent on fully annexing this agrarian world into your network of systems. Groog's Food Stuffs has no intent on being unwillingly subsumed into your criminal empire. But instead of our forces fighting yours in a war of attrition, we feel that profit can be made by both sides." Myra couldn't help but smirk. They knew they were on the losing side, no company with holdings on a single world and no fleet could hope to defeat the forces of Black Sun, yet she saw no reason to risk it. "You have my attention." she'd state, with a grin, before relaxing in the chair.

She'd watch in minor disgust as the hutt would pick at a bowl of strange centipede like creatures, eating them as one might eat cherries. Yet her attention was once again pulled to the droid as he would present a datapad, sliding it across the table to her. The contract on the datapad was rather routine, except the price. Myra's eyebrows would raise in mock surprise. They were asking roughly three times the price the company was actually worth. "You must know that this is far above what any sane being could agree to." she'd scoff and lazily slide the pad across the table again "What reason could you possibly have for this incredible price?"

"Connections. Mrs. Raltel-Thaeleon. We know people and such a favorable deal... well, it might incline us to mention that your people are good business partners in the future." The droid would state, was that a hint of smugness in its voice? Myra was rather pleased with this though, things were not nearly as boring as she thought.

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[Eriate]

Objective 1:

Given that her brother had decided to ignore her for the time being, Eriate could only assume that he was trying to be focused on the confrontation with the Hutt. It was a little annoying however, she hated being ignored, but if Malicar wanted her present, he would have told her to do so. So, she kept herself focused on picking out the Hutt fighter squadron, which quickly became rather boring as their numbers began to thin. The Star Vipers were just too quick for the Hutt's fighters, and the home field advantage was lost. Eriate could only watch with a rather bored expression as she picked off fighters who attempted to slip away, the least they could do was make it interesting for her. She wished her brother had let her come along for the conflict with the Hutt, but he did love his Mandalorian partners so.

 

[Akhuna Sharratt]

Ziggaa the Hutt’s Palace​

It was hard to tell for sure, but the first of many shots fired probably came from Akhuna's blaster, aimed right between the hutt's eyes. Up until Malicar offered the bounty, it was taking a whole lot of discipline for her to abstain from killing the slug, but the second 50 thousand were on the table, there was no reason to hold back anymore--and a whole lot of reason to not.

She cursed once the bolt met the shield and bounced right off, but there was no time for another attempt, the room had errupted and she had to move. Aided by her jetpack, the mandalorian leaped back in a flip, dual pistols firing to both sides as she gained height. The best part about being surrounded was the fact one rarely had to aim in order to hit somebody.

Pausing in the air, she fired a rocket from her wrist, the projectile rising to the ceiling above the higher level to her right, where several thugs took cover by the stone curb. She had no intention in destroying their cover, as it would soon be her own, but the rain of debris would help distract them from her approach. With the criminals running and ducking, she charged through the air between them like an arrow, pistols stretched ahead, firing at any target she could lock into.

Arriving just as the last of the debris crashed into the ground and, eventually, a rodian's head, she ensured the chaos proceeded, unleashing the wrath of her flamethrower over the unsettled palace guards. She laughed grimly through the filters of her helmet, appreciating the sight of her victims running and flaing their arms, jumping downstairs in a mad attempt to extinguish her fire, but the fun only lasted untl the hutt's deep voice echoed through the room. Her huttese was a little rusty, but she would pick up the word 100k anywhere in the galaxy, in any idiom, and chiss itself was not so hard to understand. And those two bits were enough for her to piece the sentence together.

She immediately canceled the fireworks, dashing through the smoking corpses, eyes locked into Malicar, who had suddenly become the center of the galaxy to anyone in that room. Or almost anyone. A gamorrean seemed interested in her. The massive blade of his axe swung to the height of her nose, forcing her to drop midway. She rolled, anticipating a second blow that ended with the weapon stuck in the stone where she had been lying seconds ago. The alien was still struggling to pull it out when her fist met his neck, a long dark blade jumping from the upper portion of her gauntlet to turn the strike into a lethal stab.

She wasted no more time with the fat creature that fell grunting like a gutted pig, and instead ran straight to Malicar, her personal shields kicking in as she boosted her adance with the jets and stood fast at his back, blasters picking off any incoming hostiles.

"Got your back! We need a..." she never got the chance to end the sentence, as the instensity of the battle seemed to die down. Once she could access with absolute certainty it was safe to settle down, she stopped firing, turning around to the disappointing sight of a collapsed hutt body behind the shields. "Huh, I was hoping I'd have the pleasure," she muttered to the chiss and the allies around.

As the hutt slayer began talking, she knew her part here was done. Maybe they'd end up needing to blast a few more heads, but for the time being the need for violence had been replaced with the need for talk, so she remained silent by Malicar's side, letting him do his thing.

Anywyas, she had no intention of using her holsters any time soon. Her blasters would stay ready and at hand, just in case another 50.000 were tossed about.

 

[H3xle]

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-Objective-​

Assert Black Sun Dominance in the Smuggling Trade​

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Elana let the action move over her, putting her anger aside and letting herself enjoy the moment. Her ship, slow as it was, moved in on the smuggler before them. The angle they were coming in at, coupled with the momentum the smuggler's freighter had achieved had made it impossible for the other ship to avoid them. In the moments before the attack commenced, the smuggler tried to plead with them over comms, but Elana and her crew remained silent in response.

"Rake their engines, keep the rail gun out of it for now." She ordered to the bridge, then looked at the woman manning the tactical console. "Fire."

The old Mandalorian frigate belched out fire from weapons emplacements along the forward arc of its hammerhead. The shields on the freighter they targeted flared briefly, before winking out. Their engines did the same a moment later.

The Buy'ce class frigates didn't have a fighter complement, it had space for a single support craft the size of a fighter, and Elana agreed with the previous captain that a single fighter wasn't worth much. A boarding shuttle, however, was well worth it to a pirate crew. Out from the bay slid just such a shuttle, and its engines lit off and shoved it the short distance to the freighter and latched on.

"Boarding teams are meeting only light resistance. They have secured the engine room and are heading for the bridge." Kal reported from his console.



"Then it would appear to be the right time to let our presence be known." She said, grinning slightly. "Roll out the banner and set for system wide broadcast."

At her order the transponder of her ship began broadcasting a new code, and on any ship in sensor range they would stop appearing to have the standard merchant IFF transponder, and instead show as the golden sun on black of the Black Suns. On the dorsal side of the ship, the same symbol appeared for any in visual range to see.

"Broadcast ready."

"This is Captain Elana Vaelyr on Of Sanguine Seas. This system is now the property of the Black Suns. If you're flying with an unaffiliated organization or solo, you need to pay your tithe. Failure to do so will mean you pay a much higher price." She paused for a moment, knowing that those near sensor consoles would see her ship lording over the bloated whale of a freighter. "You have two hours to contact us to rectify the situation, or you will see either my ship or one of my sister and brothers ships very soon." She smirked, then hit the stud on her armrest to shut off the broadcast. "Set a timer count down for two hours, send out a burst transmission with the time update every fifteen minutes."

The merchant ship below them signaled back that the bridge had been taken, and their IFF soon followed suit to show the Black Sun logo.

 

[Vox Stath]

Malicar was the boss and the mouthpiece here, but he sure as hell knew how to start a party. Words turned to violence with barely a breath in between. As soon as the bounty offer was made, Vox moved to ready his weapons in eager anticipation, although the Mandalorian to Malicar’s other side was faster. Not quite quick enough to beat laser shield, unfortunately. Akhuna Sharratt got one shot off, then dived for cover with the same lightning fast reactions. Vox was half a beat behind her, his own jetpack firing up and launching him to the opposite end of the throne room. Blaster shots dominated the cavernous waste of space, but the battle was fleeting and soon concluded by an unexpected source.

The dust of the brief skirmish subsided and it took only a few moments to piece together what had happened. The problem with hiring an army was that they were only loyal to the next pay check. The same thing could be levied at Clan Sharratt’s arrangement with the Suns, but there was a far greater bond than mere credits. The same could not be said about this Hutt’s apparent second in command, successor in waiting as it now appeared. And not that patiently waiting, either. It was clear to all, except maybe the late Ziggaa the Hutt that it would die this day. Unwilling to deal even in the face of overwhelming might, even against Clan Sharratt. Nothing but a memory now, perhaps the replacement would be more liable to deal.

Checking his weapons out of basic instinct more than anything, Vox listened with only mild interest as the new boss of this little pit spoke his terms. Once more, this was where the Zabrak would be holstered and the Chiss would take point. Vox Stath took his place at the side of the Underlord Esho, knowing clear well his role here and content with it. When there was something else for him to deal with – to fight, to kill – he would be ready.

[member="Malicar"] [member="Messorem"] [member="Akhuna Sharratt"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

BYOO

" One ounce of Bantha meat. Check. Two Nerf hooves, Got it. And lastly a bag of minor Worrt eyes. Mix it with approximately five mililiters of water and Bantha stew will commence to be cooked!" PW-3PX tossed his hands into the air to celebrate. This was not the recipe for Bantha stew but in the end it would be enough for a Hutt the couldn't taste the difference. Allowing himself to be captured, the original plan was to assassinate the well know Zigga the Hutt but when his security detail took the unsuspecting protocol droid away and interrogated him with questions about cooking. Well PW couldn't help himself. He accepted the task. Now standing tall in a messy kitchen with a tall chef hat adorning his golden crown the disguised assassin droid was slowly getting carried away with making a full meal course that a Hutt might enjoy more than his, her or its mothers cooking. Of course if he failed the Hutt would most likely deconstruct him and reduce him to slag but his chances of doing that were very slim.

Taking a vial out from one of his many hidden compartments PW-3PX examined the liquid substance closely. It was Crystal snake venom.

" Side effects may include loss of motor control." He said aloud and dumped it in a boiling pot.

 

[Rajo Sobek]

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: Objective :​

Knock over a couple of ships for the Suns​

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"Fire when I say."​

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From the narrow windows of the bridge he could see the other two ships in his contingent taking up their positions in time, placing the heavily laden freighter in a great predicament. They'd been receiving hails from the vessel for some time now but no reply had been given. No reply was needed. ​

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"Target the engines... Fire."​

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All at once the powerful turrets of their trio of cruisers began to fire at the helpless freighter. It was awesome. Seldom did one see such a display of firepower on the ground and especially in the underworld. Fights with handheld blaster were all too common for him and whenever he got the chance to test out these big guns it always made him a little giddy. Had to hide the smile, though, this was serious. He waited for a few more moments of intense fire to pass before he witnessed the vessel lurch slowly to the right. They were clearly out of control now and that's just what he'd wanted. ​

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"Alright hold it; A-Boys will go in first with me. Dock us up, Tuner."​

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He'd step back towards his own chair quickly, activating the communication panel and informing the other Gozantis of his intent before making his way out of the command bridge and towards the air lock where around 15 of his compatriots stood ready to begin the assault. They were quite a mess of thugs. Their weapons ranged from military-grade blaster rifles to old vibro-blades with malfunctioning internals. A mixed bag of veteran and novice enforcers, Raj still had to see what they could do and this would be the perfect opportunity to expose some of the newbies to what they'd signed on for. Stepping past a few of the older members, Raj rested a gloved hand against the airlock's view port and watched the freighter's hatch grow closer and closer. ​

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"Remember, none of the crew live," he'd say, finally turning back towards his party, "We'll divvy up the loot after we get back to Coruscant, just focus on the job."​

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Several nods of affirmation and compliance made him feel a bit more confident that this group of scum wouldn't turn on him in the midst of the coming fight, but he'd keep an eye out for sure. ​

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The aggressive hiss of the foreign docking port filled his stomach with butterflies and as the ring like door opened up he held his blaster high and pushed forward, soon dispatching too crewmen who'd just begun to take up positions behind a couple of crates. His men swarmed past him like locusts, and as he walked further into the corridor filled with the dissonant drone of a general alarm he could hear the screams of several others as they were blasted or hacked to pieces. His men would take the bridge, he only wanted to see what was in the hold. ​

 

[Arcteria Fenris]

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-Objective-​

Assert Black Sun Dominance in the Smuggling Trade​

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[member="Elana Vaelyr"]​

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Whatever was left of the Smuggler vessel was being torn apart. Arcteria and a crew of raiders from Of Sanguine Sea's were making their way down the main hall towards the bridge. Within moments they found themselves at an airlock. She readjusted her Plate Carrier and nodded to Hekran, her Rodian Demolition associate.

The black armored Rodian grinned, if you could call it that and set sticky charge to the main lock. Then he stepped back, un-spooling a bunch of wire.

"Alright you curs, step back. Send it Hekran!"

"Fire in the hole!"

The explosives ripped the lock, peeling it back like a black lotus. As the mechanism failed the door gave that familiar whooshhhhh and they were in. Arcteria went first, Carbine in a C grip, butt-stock firmly into her shoulder. Her eyes picked her first two targets. One on the center console and another one going for his blaster.

She growle. Her finger slipped inside the tirgger guard, and squeezed.

The would be Captain of the boat took two slugs to the chest, spattering his guts on the viewport. She switched targets, and felt a softball sized object impact her midriff. Burned fabric smell thrust its way into her nostrils. She fell back, plate absorbing the force of a heavy blaster round.

"Ooof!"​

Hekran grabbed her and shove her sideways out of the line of fire, then returned fire with his disruptor, disintegrating the assailants face...

From the ground she pushed and shoved herself up till her back was facing the wall. They had the room covered from all angles now. The First Mate and another smuggler were the only ones left. She was left gasping for air, heaving heavy breaths.

"Get 'em!"

Arcteria launched off the wall, and smashed the muzzle of her Carbine into the first mates face. She was rewarded with the cracking sound of bone, like a gunshot. The second, dropped his pistol and raised his hands as Hekran moved in.

"Get who?" she spat.

"Hail Captain Vaelyr, tell her we got the damn ship."

 

[Malicar]

Objective 1: Meet with the Hutt Remnants to negotiate terms and take on a number of their slaves. The storm is raging and visibility is low. How will you pull it off?


Ziggaa the Hutt’s Palace

Tol’Amn

Sometimes, these things simply sort themselves out…

Twin blaster pistols were quickly drawn from their holsters and the crimelord surgically placed well-aimed shots into the sentries that deemed him a lucrative target. As graceful as a twi’lek dancer, the Chiss spun and wove in the room returning fire with uncanny accuracy, complementing the contingent of Mandalorians in the fray with him. It then fell silent outside the barrier area with Ziggaa the Hutt as all the sentries were lain low.

Malicar watched the events unfold with the Hutt mercenary and his Hutt boss. The mercenary made his presumptuous play, but Malicar liked it. This would save him from making sure someone knew Ziggaa’s business.

But Malicar would need to make sure he understood what it meant to be “new management”. With a slow clap, the Chiss said coolly, “Well played, Messorem the ‘Reaper’. Well played indeed. A few clarifications on your proclaimation. First, you and them all work for me now. Second, this palace is mine, but I will give it to you to rule as you see fit…as long as my rules are followed. Do we have an understanding, my young entrepreneur?”



His mental thoughts projected forward, knowing that Eriate, his sister, would be listening.

Sorry for my lack of response. Busy. Command the enemy fighters to stand down...we have new management here.

Vox Stathhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/22049-vox-stath/
Akhuna Sharratthttp://starwarsrp.net/user/22054-akhuna-sharratt/
Messoremhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/22055-messorem/
[member="Eriate"]

 

[Myra]

Location: Groog's Food Stuffs
Tags: -
Troops: Darkfyre Operatives (6/6)
Post: 3

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"There are many secrets in this world, and only a few people know these secrets." The Protocol droid would state as Myra would sit up a little straighter. "So, for this incredible price, you will put me into contact with some of these people?" she would specify, which would be followed by the droid giving a brief nod. Myra would give a brief nod before reaching for the datapad again to more carefully read over the contract. "I am going to need some sort of proof." she'd look just above the datapad at the hutt, who clearly wasn't following along with the conversation and gorging himself on snacks instead, the protocol droid would give another nod, sliding a small hard drive across the table "This is one of our secrets, others have far more influential and important ones, but this should help."

Myra would plug the hard drive into the datapad, reading over its contents. Some sort of commando droid that was being developed in the late stages of the clone wars by the Techno Union it seems. It never actually was deployed on the battlefield, as its completion was only a week before the Separatists were crushed under the Empire's heel. "The last hope of fools..." she would comment dryly before pocketing the hard drive, and signing the contract, sliding it across the table. "I expect to see you and your hutt master gone within the next few hours. Your... "employees" stay here with me, I own them now and you won't be needing them anyway." The hutt would look like he's about to protest but the droid would quickly step in "Agreed. Pleasure doing business with you.

Myra would smile, give a pleasant nod of farewell, then head back out to her shuttle. Her contribution, it seemed, was minor, but territory directly controlled by Black sun could later be used for fortresses and safe houses. She had learned long ago that operating legally tended to make things a tad easier when she needed to do things illegally. She hoped that her fellow Black Sun members were having as much success as she at their various tasks as she would fly away from the planet.

 

[Messorem]

Objective 1: Meet Black Sun representatives and negotiate terms. Survive them and get rich.
Ziggaa the Hutt's Palace
Tol'Amn

Messorem stood there, with the eyes of all of Ziggaa former employees, along with many eyes of the Black Sun on him. Smirking beneath his mask, he observed them as they sort of got back into position, even as the bodies on the floor either groaned in pain, or didn't move at all. There wasn't a lot of movement sadly, not that Messorem cared in that moment. With a glint of amusement in his eyes, Messorem let his gaze sweep over the Black Sun representatives, even as one of them quietly said she'd wished to have the pleasure. However, it was so quiet now in the throne room that Messorem easily heard her. Chuckling, Messorem spoke up, speaking directly towards her, in a rather brazen display, and one without shame.
"You couldn't get that pleasure darlin', but perhaps I could offer you a different kind of pleasure?"

Tipping his hat to her, he chuckled again, there was a world of meaning in those words. Several of the mercs chuckled at the comment as well, even as they shifted around slightly. Turning his attention to Malicar, Messorem chuckled again while tilting his head somewhat. Pulling out a datapad instead of answering, Messorem used the datapad to order the fighters to return to the palace, as they wouldn't do any more good out there. Returning his attention to Malicar then, Messorem crossed his arms over his chest as he thought for a few moments. Finally he spoke, voice holding mirth and amusement, even cockiness in it.

"If by work for you, you mean we're part of the Black Sun and get all those privileges, then yes. Second, but of course, wouldn't want anyone who doesn't know how to lead the place in charge now." Laughing somewhat, Messorem shook his head as he took a half step forward, still behind the shield, but weapons holstered for now. "Lastly, let's see what your rules are, why don't we."

Anyone who even looked at Messorem could see that while he wasn't really taking this all seriously, he was being genuine. Even as he let his gaze wander over the Black Sun people and the mercs remained in their cover, Messorem was the only one who truly found any of this amusing. Resting one hand on the holster and letting the other hang at his side, Messorem waited for the Black Sun's answer.

@Malicar @Vox Stath [member="Akhuna Sharratt"] [member="Eriate"]

 

[Malicar]

Objective 1: Meet with the Hutt Remnants to negotiate terms and take on a number of their slaves. The storm is raging and visibility is low. How will you pull it off?


Ziggaa the Hutt’s Palace

Tol’Amn

The conquest of the stormy planet of Tol Amn was going well. Reports were coming in about the other Hutt Palaces and the new establishments that were being set up in the name of Black Sun. Malicar wanted his Viogs and Enforcers to prosper. Prosperity kept morale high and when an individual had the undesirable task of keeping many powerful and influential crimelords looking in the same direction, it took a delicate mix of projecting fear, understanding and the sense that he was on their side. Not an enviable task...

Malicar was used to dealing with creatures of ego and bravado. It simply was part of being a crimelord. Some of the bluster panned out for those he dealt with and sometimes it didn't. But Malicar would give this new "entrepreneur" a shot. If he didn't work out, he would have him killed and replaced. Simply smart business. But he felt this gunslinger would know a good offer when it was given to him. Thus, the conversation continued...

"Rules, Messorem? Fairly simple really. Loyalty and payment. Pay Black Sun off the top of your earnings a percentage that we will discuss in private and simply show your loyalty as you help us, as a collective, spread across Hutt Space. There truly is no other offer on the table. Are we in agreement?"

[member="Vox Stath"]
[member="Akhuna Sharratt"]
[member="Messorem"]
[member="Eriate"]