Dominion Gunfight in Al-Campur (HSC Dominion of Sriluur)

[Gorba the Hutt]

A desert world wracked by volcanoes and tectonic shifts, the only real export out of Sriluur came in the form of gemstones, ores, and their blood-drenched warriors. Weequay and Houk mercenaries were as good as they came, rivaling Rodians. And over several hundred years, the two species seemed to mend the fences. They even fought together against the Bryn. Many Houks converted to the native religion and began worshipping the gods of the Weequay.

In the wake of the Bryn came a lull, caught between the Concord and the Empire, Sriluur seemed destined to be the domain of one great power or another. The Crime Lords of Nar Shaddaa do not particularly enjoy the thought of Weequay mercenaries and Houk mining companies under the thumb of the Empire, or anyone else for that matter. Intent on securing valuable contracts with mercenary companies like the Dark Wolves on Sriluur, the Crime Lords of the Consortium sent a group to one of the space ports on the outskirts of the capital city Al-Campur.

Thing did not go as planned.

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"Weird," muttered a Vodran as he stepped off the shuttle and onto one of several landing pads at Outpost 13. "I thought the Dark Wolves were supposed to be here already."

The Vodran stroked his chin spikes and looked around, then back up the ramp at the rest of the party. "I wonder if-"

A bright bolt of red ripped into his chest in a spray of blood and steam. He collapsed to the ground, clutching at the fist-sized hole in his chest charred black at the edges, the meat of his flesh smoking and glowing orange where the blaster bolt tore through him. He gurgled something incomprehensible while one of the other Howlrunners on the ramp screamed.

"AMBUSH!"

At that moment, a wave of warriors poured out from inside the nearby diminutive space port. Among their number were humans, Weequay, and even some massive Houks. They were armored in gleaming bronzium and wielded both blasters and ancient swords. They chanted the name of their god as they advanced on the off-worlders. Am-Shak, the Thunderer. Bright flash, herald of the storm.

The humans amid them screamed out a word. A word that Hutts everywhere cringed to hear. The rallying cry of freed slaves.

"KANJIKLUB!"

* * *

Welcome to the Dominion of Sriluur.

Objective: Survive.

 

[Sly Chance]

AL-CAMPUR
SRILUUR​

"Got a bad feeling about this," Kyros uttered the words in a nervous drawl.

"I wonder if-"

Blood spattered on the duros outlaw's longcoat. He drew a sideloading heavy blaster and dove off the entry ramp to avoid another barrage. Native chants meant nothing to him but Sly knew about the Kanjis. Their hatred for Hutts extended to any who would deal with the slugs, and their brutal methods made them little better than anarchists or cyberpsychos. He never made deals with Kanjiklub.

He cursed Sal Katarn in huttese for flying the Howlrunners crew into a trap. Were the Dark Wolves dead or had they been sold out? If Kyros lived through the next few minutes he intended to ask.

 

[A'ti]

Tags: Gorba the Hutt Sly Chance [Open]

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A'ti had arrived with the others, her main goal was to ascertain the resources (both material and living) of the capitol. She thought that the place would have made for a good location for Huttball. Perhaps part of a larger circuit? As the Twi'lek majordomo pondered the possibilities she could hear the hostilities kick off in earnest from outside of the relatively safe interior of the shuttle "<What's happening?>" she asked in a worried tone. A'ti looked to the back of Sly Chance as he swore.

At this point the majordomo was solidly concerned for safety and the possibility of surviving through whatever manner of ambush this was. Hurrying to the back of the shuttle she held up her holo communicator and dialed to one of the Howlrunners that Gorba had mentioned to her in passing "Pick up the kriffing holo!" she urgently shook the sleek disc in her hand in vain until a blue projection fizzled into being " Doroko Bral , this is A'ti the Majordomo for Gorba. We've been ambushed at Al-Campur on Sriluur! Come with a team and I'll pay you well!" she nodded desperately "15,000 credits and 2,000 more per body of these banthabrains. Deal?" the blue skinned Twi'lek looked over her shoulder as the blaster fire intensified.

 

[The Human]

Al-Campur
Outskirts of Spaceport
Objective: Recruit, Claim, Kill​

Equipment: The Humans Force Armor, Lightsaber Pokjns, Lightsaber Kathon
Rodian Force User Minions 2x: Armour of the Forgotten, Songsteel Vibroblades, Special Force Ability: Inertia

Tags: A'ti Sly Chance Gorba the Hutt

A loud clang would echo throughout the chamber near the Spaceport, a set of boots would appear as the helmet was gently rolled to the side. The smell of burnt flesh would fill the room with the cloaked individual known as the Human walking forward towards a makeshift throne. Behind him were two Rodian individuals, twins that seemed to mimic their every movement and sometimes their own leader. Turning, he would slowly sit on said makeshift throne, made of large stone and partial glass. Relaxing himself on it, he glanced left towards some of the recently released slaves holding blasters to the heads of the Dark Wolves. Glancing to the right, were numerous dead bodies being pulled from the hallways and other crevices of the slave holdings and being put against the wall. Looking back towards his prisoners, he addressed the Dark Wolves in a gritted voice, as if damaged from time.

"Good, now we see who is in charge...as your once living commander found out. Your friends outside may have....accelerated my time table, but I am flexable...as I am merciful. Whoever tells me the codes to the Spaceport Command Consoles to unlock all the clamps...that shall allow their whole group to live."
"Go to hell yo-"

The person that spoke up, probably regretted it that very second. The pair had locked eyes with the thug in question starting to smoke, then he screamed. Blisters formed onto his body as the smoke increased before the flesh caught fire and fell over, screaming as his body was disintegrating before everyone's eyes. Deadly Sight was used and without mercy, the person being turned into literal husk of its former self. Relaxing on his own hatred, he glanced back at the others in the group as he spoke one more time.

"I thought a head cutting was more than sufficient...perhaps seeing your comrade become a blackened husk will now change your minds. My patience has grown thin, speak now or I will execute you all and move onto the next group."

Before anyone could speak, the twin Rodian males whom were on their communicators would move towards their Master as they stood before him, their eyes matching in a dark red hued color. Their names were of Nin and Tak, found tumbling in a crude wasteland of Rinn as mere slaves to a gladiatorial warlord. Their abilities to fight intrigued him and sought to purchase them for his own use...when the warlord refused, he merely restructured his entire organization to have them. Giving them...knowledge over the course of a singular year has allowed them to grown into their own proud, freed individual with chains broken. They had only one last task before they were allowed to wield their own weapon...perhaps when it occurs, he will allow them to be more than just apprentices.

"Master, the Spaceport seems to be...a little complicated. We ask to properly eliminate in your name the threat."
"Your chains are unlatched, eliminate them."

The pair would bow in unison before walking out, the Human looking back over towards the group as one looked terrified, looking up towards the Human, ready to spill his guts as only the Human can smile under the mask. It was still going to plan, his makeshift army...will soon be at last, ready.

 

[Amun]

Sly Chance | @A’ti | The Human | Gorba the Hutt
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The negotiations were short.

Their group was terribly outnumbered by hostiles now attacking them. Were they outmatched? That would remain to be seen, but hopefully they weren’t as the humans screamed out the name Kanjiklub. Former slaves, so maybe little fighting experience. Still wasn’t enough to give them an edge over the collective of humans and aliens.

They’d have to make a stand here and weather out the horde. His bowcaster took aim at the ones wielding blasters and hoped the others would cooperate in shooting down the ones approaching their positions.

“Try to get the shuttle started!”

 

[Azar Kortun]

Amun Sly Chance A'ti Gorba the Hutt The Human

Now this, this amused him. Azar leaned against the side of a building, watching the shootout escalate. He could taste the fear and confusion in the air. it was, frankly, delightful. He was aiding the Consortium for now, as a means to an end, but there was no reason he felt the need to aid them in this instance.

The world of crime and commerce was beneath the notice of the Lotus. Credits were for shorter lived species. And what did they want him to do? It wasn't like he carried a blaster around, or even a lightsaber in most cases. To hire an assassin of the Lotus was to hire a living weapon.

And he didn't have a contract for Kanjiklub, whoever they were. He sniffed. Something smelled exquisite though. Had he tried Houk or Weequay cuisine before? Or even Houk or Weequay? He didn't think so. They were usually too dimwitted to have much soup.

But perhaps someone somewhere was roasting something. That, he could smell, and he would have it. He leaned on his walking stick and limped along the side of the street, covering his face with a cowl and holding out a battered tin cup, shuffling to avoid the attention of the warring parties.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Katarn stood on the shuttle’s ramp amid the hailstorm of blasterfire. His hand dove for his pistol and he pulled it free from a thigh holster even as he moved for better cover. He pulled the trigger rapidly, his slugthrower cracking in the air over the whine of blasters. Had to put down some cover fire and make the crowd think twice about the assault on the shuttle.

Ducking low, he jumped off the ramp and knelt down behind it.

“Get to cover, Sly.”

Greasy strands of hair hung plastered to his face. His leviathan coat felt stifling in the arid heat and he tasted the ozone of blaster plasma and the earth tang of the dusty air.

Pushing his hair out of his eyes, he saw a massive Houk charging straight toward one of the engines. He had a glowing therm-ax in his hands and seemed ready to use it.

Sal fired three quick shots at the behemoth, but the slugs pinged off the bronzium armor.

“Kriff,” Sal swore.

The Houk swung and buried his therm-ax in the left engine of the shuttle. The glowing blade sheared through metal like butter, melting the engine into slag as it went.

So much for escaping this rock.

Sly Chance Amun Azar Kortun The Human @A’ti

 

[Sly Chance]

AL-CAMPUR
SRILUUR
Sal Katarn A'ti Amun Azar Kortun The Human
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"<What's happening?>" she asked in a worried tone.​

"Karabast! Stay down!"

Kyros spun his blaster loose, dumping a spent power cell and cramming in a fresh one from his longcoat before twisting it back into place. Incoming fire scorched the shuttle's hull less than half a meter from where he was braced but the smuggler barely even flinched. He dropped a pair of humans before leaning out to singe a weequay perched on top of the landing ring.

"Who the hell are these guys?" Sly noticed a pair of rodians who seemed to be causing as much mayhem and confusion for Kanjiklub as the Howlrunners.

When the houk struck their shuttle groaned a death knell.

"Grab the dame!" he called out to their team's kyuzo merc, "I spotted a pen of blurrgs on the way in. We may need to ride out of here!"

 

[Varm Nul]

SRILUUR
AL-CAMPUR

Clink, clang, clink, clank...

Two silver tubes bounced down the rampway of the Howlrunner vessel, before they rolled a half-dozen yards in front of the defending group of assorted sentients that took cover. Within seconds, a gas began to hiss from the grenades, nearly transparent save for an off-blue tinge of roiling smoke-like emission that began to spread rapidly. The gas wasn't harmful, nor did it provide any visual disruption, and it might have seemed pointless...

"That's PD spray," Said a gravelly voice, as Varm Nul half-stumbled, half-walked down the rampway with a sneer on his lips. Something had just hit the vessel, hard. "Nice little concoction of courenth and ves gases, which dissipate blaster bolts..."

The Duros in the trenchcoat and wide-brimmed hat chanced a glance to the large sentient that had just sliced through the engine block of the ship, and felt a pressing need to keep moving as his fellow Duros - Sly Kyros - had suggested. The gaseous field that had started to spread began to stop blaster bolts, as the deadly beams fizzled out when they touched the cloud, but that didn't stop the attackers from Kanjiklub from rushing.

"Won't stop blades or slugs, though," Varm Nul said as he took aim with his KD-30 Pistol, a slugthrower with acid rounds, and began to fire at the closest enemies. "So, seems like a good idea to move."

Varm Nul ducked behind some cover temporarily, near the others, to provide both cover-fire with his slugthrower and to wait for the call to be made about vacating the area... though the Duros was skeptical about riding an animal, with his skills in that particular department being a little sub-par.

"Longer we wait, worse it gets. We going?"

Sly Chance | Sal Katarn | A'ti | Amun | Azar Kortun | The Human​

 

[The Human]

Al-Campur
Outskirts of Spaceport
Objective: Recruit, Claim, Kill​

Equipment: The Humans Force Armor, Lightsaber Pokjns, Lightsaber Kathon
Rodian Force User Minions 2x: Armour of the Forgotten, Songsteel Vibroblades, Special Force Ability: Inertia

Tags: A'ti Gorba the Hutt Sly Chance Amun Azar Kortun Sal Katarn Varm Nul


"I am starting to grow impatient."

The words would leave from his mouth, glancing at those that were brought in. The burnt corpse was drug towards the pile, the one that was disintegrated on just a mere glance. Standing before him was possibly three candidates, slaves that could be used towards his cause, his possible...circle of interest. Each one had stood mute and resilient, each one not wishing to speak when addressed to. While he could make example as before, these were to rare to simply dispose of, nor should he attempt to make those recently freed give any thought of attacking their conquerors of freedom.

"I will make it very simple, I look for those who wish the same cause and the same will. Your freedom will be further expanded than you ever imagined, the chains on your wrists may be gone, but your abilities are still shackled. Let me give you the power to do so...or don't and wallow at the prospect of always returning in chains when you least expect it."

The way inside the area would not be guarded heavily, those not paying to close attention as most were still looting off corpses or conducting impromptu executions of their more heinous captors. Azar Kortun would probably note this more often than not, the way inside and the smell growing stronger with a gritted voice echoing from the main chamber, a chamber that seemed to house small gladiatorial events and settle disputes for the now disposed gang.

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The twin Rodians walked in unison out of the area and headed towards the spaceport area. Passing by without a second thought, that being Azar Kortun again, they were none the wiser to who they possibly just avoided. Going through the entrance, more and more of the recently freed Kanjiklub kept rushing forward with heated axes and blasters looted from various bodies. As the fight was starting to continue, they had finally arrived in the fray, walking side by side. They gave an unusual smile for a Rodian, as if pleased to still see an ongoing conflict keep occurring before them.

"Looks like we made it just in time~"

One blaster bolt became dangerously close to the left Rodian twin, only for his the Inertia power to kick in, flexing her body very unnaturally as he kneeled before bouncing back up just as quickly. There was a soft chuckle as it became apparent that shooting them, probably won't be easy to do...then a shot from Varm Nul hit its mark on the right twin and stumbled back a step. While it stung for Tak, he slowly stepped back forward with the armor undamaged and the acid...sliding down, unaffecting the armor. It was a special type of armor designed against extreme corrosion, kinetic damage and those of high energy based weapons. It may take a bit more critical thinking to take them down as well.

"That....stung."

They gave an odd unison howl in Rodian, a shriek that could be described as bone chilling. Tak and Nin then drew their songsteel vibroblades and proceeded to dash at the targets in question. When a person was in the way, they used their Force Power of Inertia, they bended their bodies in a very strange and unusual manner around the individual. When they ran towards a box, it would seem as if they actually ran off the side of the box and jumped off it as if they were standing still.

The gas to them, was harmless to them and perhaps helped them in some form. As the raiders kept charging, Tak would charge into the individual that shot him, that person being a Duros by the name of Varm Nul with great speed. The only attack Tak would made would attempt to slice down towards the barrel of the blaster, a strange move for someone that seemed more affiliated with the Dark Side of the Force from first glance. Nin would be however chasing after a different target, that being Sly Chance whom he had something he really wanted. Nins move would be on approach to slice the upper right shoulder blade, slashing down also in a attempt to disarm the individual but seemed to take care...to not strike the hat.

"What a great looking hat! Be a shame to get your filthy blood on it!"

 

[Azar Kortun]

The Human Varm Nul Sal Katarn Sly Chance A'ti

Azar tilted his head, tendrils snaking forward from beneath the cloak. Something... had changed. He closed his eyes and inhaled, deeply. Two Rodians walked past him, reeking of the sweet scent of the Dark Side. His eyebrows rose in surprise. Where had they come from? And that armor... he could practically taste the enchantment woven into its fibers.

To say he was intrigued... was apt. He let the hood fall away from his head, turning his head back and forth between the battle at the ship and this new source of interest. The scent of the cuisine was forgotten.

This was, perhaps, a real meal. He peered down the corridor and raised an eyebrow. The Rodians were attacking his erstwhile compatriots. That, he found even more interesting. Who would be using the Dark Side, other than him, on a backwater like this? This was clearly no Jedi, but it was someone with a plan and means.

He pulled a comlink from a pocket and thumbed a frequency. "I hear you may be having some trouble, Sal." Azar spoke bluntly and to the point. "15,000 credit bounty isn't usually enough for my work. Up it to thirty thousand and I'll cut off the one behind the uprising."

It was a gamble, but it had been a long time since he faced a worthwhile opponent.

 

[Amun]

Sly Chance | Sal Katarn | @A’ti | Varm Nul | The Human | Azar Kortun
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Their only best chance of escaping this bloodbath was diminished as a large Houk sliced one of the engines to their shuttle. Maybe there was another way off, but their chances looked slim. One thing was certain is that if they were to remain here, they would most likely perish. Killed by a horde of former slaves was not a way a Bounty Hunter wanted to be remembered by.

"Grab the dame!"

What would’ve happened if the Majordomo of Gorba died on their watch? Would he actually give a damn, or just be indifferent towards her death? A question to ask later as Amun went and effortlessly grabbed her. It was lightweight work to carry her over his shoulders, the only thing that he expected was for her to cooperate and not squirm.

“Let’s make a move.”

Noticing the two Rodians dashing to attack the two Duros, Amun grabbed a throwing knife with his free hand from his bandolier and aimed it for the one attacking Varm. Another knife would also be thrown to the one attacking Sly.

 

[Aurelius Baldor]

​

The Family runs on respect, and it was because of this respect that Aurelius found himself on Sriluur today. A Weequay by the name of Gunda had been killed in a shootout at one of the Family's warehouses, and while Gunda wasn't very high on the totem pole, he still provided plenty for the Family. While Marcus Venn was picking up the pieces of Gunda's operation and preparing retribution, Aurelius took it upon himself to see Gunda's remains returned to his homeworld.

After exchanging pleasantries with Gunda's family and turning over his stasis casket, he bid his farewell to the Weequay family and began to make his departure. Or he would've, if he hadn't heard the cries of "Kanjiklub". In an instant, High Roller was out of its holster and in the Devaronian's clawed hand, and the other fishing in his pocket for his communicator. "Get the engines running, it's time for us to leave."

Once he was assured the Dervish's droid brain had received the message, Aurelius quickly plucked a Fiora Ruby cigarra from its packet and put it between his teeth. Right as he peeked around the corner, a blaster bolt whizzed right by his head, barely missing him and igniting the end of the cigarra. Too fething close.

 

[BB-G4]

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Fortunately, or more so unfortunately for BB-G4 he was planetside for some simple “fugitive retrieval” job. That being capturing rouge slaves or indentured servants. The rolling astromech droid had just completed another job at the capital city of Al-Campur.

BB-G4 looked forward to getting off the dusty planet. Fine sand particles and dirt kept getting into his hardware and he wanted a good service job when he got back to a less arid world. Rolling his spherical body over to the local space port to board his light freighter.

However, as he got closer to his destination he heard a lot of mayhem happening. If BB-G4 could roll his eye he would at this inconvenience. Peering his little mechanical head around a corner he saw some of the chaos unfolding. These weren’t just some disgruntled criminals, no these looked to be some new freed slaves.

Rolling back behind cover he calculated in that digital mind of his the pros and cons of getting involved or not. As he thought his options over a armed human ran past his corner, clearly one of the rabble rousers. They seemed to take little interest in the small Astromech next to them and tried to run off but just as they did BB-G4 shot out one of their many cables and tangled up their legs, knocking them to the ground. “What the, you little rust-!” They exclaimed in surprise as BB-G4 rolled up to them.

“Save it human scum.” He replied as a mechanical arm reached out and violently electrocuted the adversary unconscious. It would seem now that BB-G4 was getting himself involved, and he wanted to capture as many of these freed slaves as he could. They were likely worth more alive than dead…

 

[Ferro the Hutt]

Ferro licked his lips, and down another krovakian pineapple went.

It slithered down his throat like a worm, the gray Hutt constantly smacking his large gobs as he swallowed and belched loudly. Slapping the deck of his hoverskiff, he demanded another with a grunt. A droid quickly approached him, quivering, watching the overly large Hutt pet his Gonk. The droid offered a plate, it's feeble rusted joints quivering while the Hutt rummaged through the platter for his next meal.

"Word of a revolt, Lord Ferro," one of the translators turned to Ferro. "The Consortium is clearing the area and dispatching soldiers to crush it."

Ferro waved the droid off, and then turned to his favorite Ortolan and nodded to him. The Ortolon, Sax Beebo, began strumming along on the harp to play the Hutt's favorite music as he looked incredibly uninterested in the ongoings of the emergency around him.

 

[Sal Katarn]

H O W L R U N N E R S
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"We're going," rasped Sal above the shouts of "KANJIKLUB!" and the clang of vibroweapons. He could hear the stomping of the crowd's feet behind them. No time to slow down.

The dissipating mist from Varm's grenades grenades would stop blaster bolts, but Sal had seen a mob or two in his day. They didn't much care for discussin' things all civilized like. If blasters didn't work, then they would just pull a man limb from limb like a bunch of angry wookiees.

Waving a hand at the Kyuzo with the Twi'lek A'ti slung over a shoulder, Sal made for the pen of blurrgs Sly had pointed out. He knew it was Sly and not Varm on account of the mustache and lack of tubes, but if it weren't for those then Sal would probably be scratchin' his head wonderin' who was who in this zoo.

That massive Houk in bronzium armor had finished wrecking the shuttle engines and was now stomping after them with the rest of the crowd, whirling his therm-ax and roaring out the name of Am-Shak, thunder god of the Weequay. This was why Sal weren't much for religion.

Katarn nearly tripped over a BB droid.

"Come on or out of the way," he rasped. Mobs didn't care much whose side you said you were on, so they would probably rip the little BB droid apart if they got their fingers on it.

It was then that Sal got the chime on his commlink. It was that Purple Lotus guy, tryn' to extort them? Right now? He took the time to respond briefly as he turned around and got a quick shot off, nicking that massive Houk in the foot and causing him to hop up and down in rage and pain.

"If you're here, then you'll take the 15, or you'll be next on Kanjiklub's list."

The blurrg pen was just ahead and Sal's leap-frog firing turned into a full sprint for the edge of the pen. A couple of those lizards already looked saddled and ready to go.

Varm Nul | Sly Chance | Amun | Azar Kortun | BB-G4 | Aurelius Baldor | The Human | Ferro the Hutt

 

[Hachi X-0]

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Hachi watched the ambush unfold from the rooftops.

Gorba had sent the assassin droid to shadow the Howlrunners as added backup in lieu of the rather bloodthirsty nature of the Sriluuran natives. The Hutt, as was his nature, had anticipated some manner of treachery. But this… this was something different.

These were slaves assaulting the Holwrunners. Freed slaves, full of wrath and slavering for vengeance.

Save for two. A pair of Rodians seemed to flow through the throng of Kanjiklub, flaring with the Darkside of the Force. Hachi had once belonged to a Sith Lord, for it had been modified from a baseline TD-54 to survive live saber combat, and it knew the touch of the Darkside well.

Through the enslaved Tsil crystal that was its core, Hachi reached out into the aether to bolster its processes and computations. It activated its targeting arrays, aimed with its finger gun- an integrated projectile thrower- and fired two quick shots, one for each Rodian. It chose easy targets, aiming for their center of mass.

Then the Howlrunners were on the move, fleeing in the face of the growing mob. Hachi watched as the raucous mob gave chase, its single, glowing, red eye tracking the crew as they sprinted to the Blurrg pens. It ran the rooftops alongside them, the kamas strapped about its shoulders and waist flapping as it loped from roof to roof.

Hachi palmed a single Class-A thermal detonator, configured a narrower blast radius- it wouldn’t be proper etiquette to cause undue property damage or murder bystanding flesh sacks- and lobbed it into the crowd. By its computations, the resulting explosion would redirect the attention of the mob and give the Howlrunners enough time to flee, saving them from imminent death and fulfilling its primary mission parameters.

The tiny thermite encased sphere of baradium-powered desctruction arced beautifully through the air to land almost gently amidst the Kanjiklub.

“This one expresses delight. Good bye, flesh sacks.” Hachi’s voice was a soft pitched, rasping monotone that was neither masculine nor feminine, with the sharp inflection of a monomolecular sword.

The assassin droid stopped running to place a foot on the raised ledge of a roof and surveyed the crowd. When it judged the Howlrunners had reached the threshold of the pressurized air waves and scorching heat that would result from the blast, it remotely activated the detonators.

The explosion was glorious.

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Varm Nul Sly Chance Amun Azar Kortun BB-G4 Aurelius Baldor The Human Ferro the Hutt ​

 

[Sly Chance]

Kanjiklub raiders bore down on Kyros. Close enough now for the smuggler to shoot from down by his hip. Two more smoking chests then he barely ducked under a swinging vibroax. Credits flashed before his eyes until a thrown blade pierced the weequay's throat. Sly tipped his cap at Amun for clearing his escape route.

Spurs jangled with each hasty bootfall. He nearly blasted BB-G4 into pieces until the astromech made itself useful.

"We're picking up strays, now?" the duros glared at Sal. Droids couldn't be trusted.

While he ran Sly fired his heater blind over one shoulder. Leaping into the nearest saddle, Kyros took hold of his blurrg's reins like it was second nature. Younger days on the ranch might be a distant memory but he could still ride any kind of beast. Explosions very close nearby spooked his mount and it reared up, but the smuggler held on tight.

"Burn sky until we see lines!"

Sal Katarn Varm Nul Azar Kortun Aurelius Baldor The Human Ferro the Hutt​

 

[Azar Kortun]

Sal Katarn Sly Chance Ferro the Hutt Aurelius Baldor The Human Varm Nul A'ti Amun Hachi X-0

"Ah, but you assume I consider this... Kanjiklub to be a threat to me," Azar replied, letting the folds of his cloak fall down. "They are hardly more than an appetizer, combined, although their rage and fury would surely sweeten the taste."

But he would not assassinate anyone for a measly fifteen thousand credits. Still, whoever was inside the building intrigued him.

He leaned on the cane and picked his way into the building, pressing himself against the wall and wrapping himself in the Force to evade the notice as he made his way inside.

He could see the bodies now, presumably of the ones the others were supposed to have met at the spaceport for some sort of deal. The cane rapped against the floor as he made his way into the building until at last, he found the being he was searching for.

Azar tilted his head to study the odd figure. This one was powerful in the Force, but there was something... off about it. Like something was missing, perhaps.

"I assume you are the Kanjiklub these ones have been shouting about?"

 

[Varm Nul]

SRILUUR
AL-CAMPUR

It was never a good time when someone rushed you with a blade.

Especially in the midst of a riot.

Varm Nul wasn't sure who the twin Rodians were, since they looked similar and were shouting together, but apparently they wanted to kill some Duros. The other blue-skinned alien, Sly, was also the target of one of the Rodian twins. Not that Varm Nul had time to consider the others situation beyond that, as he saw the acid simply slide off the Rodian's armor like water off a window, which meant other means would need to be employed to handle the problem.

Time to get serious, I guess.

As the Rodian charged, and pulled back to swing, Varm Nul didn't just stand there waiting to be hit. No, instead the Duros in the long coat activated his boot thrusters and suddenly skimmed backward along the ground, as the small jets on the back of each boot kicked up all kinds of dust and small rocks in his wake. There was also a flash of something that flew past where Varm Nul had been, a throwing weapon, that seemed to have come from Amun's position - to which Varm Nul glanced over and nodded.

"You're playin' a dangerous game, friend," Varm Nul muttered to the Rodian that was now further away. "Don't take kindly to sentients attackin' me with blades. Keep it up, an' you'll see."

There was little doubt in Varm Nul's mind that the Rodian would continue to attack. So, from his new position of about a dozen yards away, the bounty hunter raised his left gauntlet and pointed it toward the attacking bladesman; and with a press of his left thumb, to the side of his left glove, Varm Nul sent a coiling and expanding wall of flame from his flamethrower directly at the blade-wielding opponent!

Might be able to handle acid with that armor, but let's see how he handles heat.

Varm Nul was about to push the offensive, when a sudden explosion - a big one - happened in the middle of the charging Kanjiklub attackers, which filled the place with all kinds of things; debris, soundwaves, kinetic force, body parts, ichor to name a few. But it seemed a good opportunity for an escape, and Varm Nul noted that others in his group thought the same. So, with Sly on the run from his Rodian attacker, Sal about to reach the pens of the blurrg, and the others moving in that direction... well, Varm Nul didn't see the point in sticking around by himself against the attack.

"Be seein' you, Rodian..."

Then the bounty hunter turned and started to sprint. He slipped his blaster back into its holster, within his long coat, then activated his boot thrusters to double - if not triple - his speed toward the others. With a burst of jets, Varm Nul came to a stop at the pens, and quickly sought out his own blurrg, though he wasn't fond of the idea of riding the beasts. Still, an angry crowd that wanted to kill you tended to put those kinds of personal issues aside. And once mounted, Varm Nul grabbed the reigns of the blurrg and gave it a slap to the flank, as the thing began to lumber away from the explosive aftermath and fighting behind.

"Where we headed, Sal?" Varm Nul called to the human, as the Duros rode - somewhat unsteadily - alongside the group. "And anyone know who those Rodians were? I ain't seem 'em before, I know that much."

Sly Chance | Sal Katarn | A'ti | Amun | Azar Kortun | The Human | Ferro the Hutt | BB-G4 | Hachi X-0​