Heavy Metal Abraham Lincoln [Black Sun Dominion of Sleheyron]

[Maya Carrick]

Looking at the two man in there full armor, her guessing they was hire merecy from that of the Mandolarin even with this knowledge she looking past these armor men for now. There was a job at hand that was the innocent that need to be saved from these hutts. Looking to the left and right having taken up the flank positions. Doing what she could by reaching deep with in her to let something unseen flow out upon the area, at the same time bring out her pistol, bring it up she would leave her other weapon hidden for now. Finding herself bring up the rear, this only give her more reason to keep herself on her toes.
I'll take up the Rear, Sirs.
[member="Rasho the Hutt"]@Nolan Detta[member="Kable Detta"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"<Sound the Ala-!>" A second Gamorian who happened across Krest was running right for the gate, flailing his arms wildly as he tried to get the alarm set up. But he was cut short as the Sith figure lifted him from the ground, crushing his form. Krest would wave his hand to the side, sending the corpse to the side. It didn't take him long to get to the massive gate, one he wretched apart with both hands, stepping into the building itself with his red saber blazing.

Guards. They closed in, but they only found death. There would be no escape.

 

[Seris Vant]

[member="Rasho the Hutt"] [member="Nolan Detta "][member="Moira Skaldi"] [member="Kable Detta"] [member="Krest"]

Those doors sealing Rasho and crew off from the Hutt's were thick. Nothing a saber couldn't cut through of course, but time to do that had just come to and end. Spaced out along the hallway, throughout the palace itself. Hidden storage compartments and hallways opened to spill its contents of B-1 and B-2 Super Battle Droids to fend off the intruders and prevent others from entering. From an age past these droids designs may have come from, they were by no means that old themselves. Or could they be? Blaster bolts began to fly and things were looking bad. The battle was far from over.

Out in the streets Cypher and his men had reached the Palace grounds. The gate was opened; and the area was pot marked by artillery. It seemed a shattered area now. And that means light if nonexistent defenses. Before they all went charging in a comms alerted him to the rising situation. B series droids were emerging all around the city. Pouring from factories and who knows where. Thousands of them, maybe more. "Kark". It wasn't exactly in the plans to be dealing with a droid army. No information turned up before the invasion from spies. Which means these were hidden very well, perhaps above the local authorities? Speculation abound it wasn't time for it. Decisive orders were needed.
"Group A, all forces. Pull towards the palace. We're gona hold up fortress style against these droids. Group B continue to the refineries as planned".
Cypher and co. dashed off into the palace grounds, making for the main doorway before these droids caught them in the open. Sleheyron was a mess already in under a few hours; but war was full of surprises.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

On the bridge of the Sarlacc

Danger coldly reviewed the updates coming in, a glass of whiskey in her right hand as her hardened expression set with a fierce determination. Black Sun had two objectives; take out the Hutts and their allies on Sleheyron and secure the Tibanna refineries.

Granted, her major focus was on skinning one particular Hutt and having it flown high for all of the blasted Mara to see. None the less, she knew just what the rest of Sun's were expecting of her, and half of her forces to include the Wolves had been sent towards the refineries to do just that. There will be profit to be made at the end of it; but sweet sweet vengeance was on her mind.

ATC forces split between that of the Hutt Palace and the refineries. Danger took a swig of her whiskey, feeling the burn down her throat. Soon.

Soon.

 

[Popo]

Popo the Hutt was having a good day so far. There was a fight going on, it involved a rival Hutt not of the Cartel, there were Tibanna facilities and factories to be seized on the planet, and he happened to be in the area with enough Tenloss Security to do something about it.

Thankfully, most defenses were more focused with the main invasion areas and so his trio of shuttles managed to touch down practically unmolested a good ways from the main fighting. The ramp dropped and both Tenloss Security and Popo stormed out of the ramp. Local security tried to rally and fight back, but aside from the occasional bolt or solid slug ricocheting off the armor Popo wore, they didn't see much in the way of defense.

The Shell Hutt made a gesture for his troops to begin securing the area and taking out the rest of the factory security. This was one small step for a Hutt, one giant leap for Tenloss.

 

[Kable Detta]

Kable move in sync with his brother. he scanned the left for threats, his rifle trained and ready to fire. There was tension in the air. The fighting had already started. It wouldn't be long before the action would reach them.
[member="Rasho the Hutt"]

@Nolan Detta

 

[Amarant]

ASh grinned as he patched into the mainframe wirelessly. He could attack the data network of this planet soon enough, but first, the place. He smirked as he sent a quick comm to Danger.
[member="Danger Arceneau"]

In the interest of journalism--and my own amusement--I'm going to hack and record goings-on in the Palace. After all, I think showing this whole thing will let the galaxy learn a thing or two about proper manners. Want a live feed?

He leaned back in his speeder, tapping away, parked nowhere in particular on Sleyheyron. He grinned as he began patching in to the comm system, dropping worms in every security console he could, switching feeds around and smiling. It'd take him another four minutes to patch into the robots, another ten after that to finish disabling and locking down the palace. He sent another comm to his ally, Rasho.

[member="Rasho the Hutt"]

Override on the droids should be in four minutes, total security control in ten. All in all, you buy twenty minutes of this Hutt's time and we'll have him in here as our play-thing.

He grinned, the sort of rictus grin that he gave when he was about to shred someone alive. And on stage, even. Oh, this was to be a performance. He smiled, quickly forming a holographic avatar to disguise his actions. After all, couldn't be the leader of a pre-eminent law-firm and a psychotic slicer who hires convicted killers to perform executions publicly. Well, not outside the Sith Empire, anyhow.

 

[Ordan Vosk]

...remaining back with the artillery Ordan Vosk had delivered reports to the Sarlacc that the enemies were suffering heavy fire before he turned and marched back to the warmachines themselves. He was quiet but watched as the artillery continued to hammer around the Hutts Palace ensuring that while there were those fighting on the inside, seeking the head of the Hutt himself, that it would be difficult for defenders to rally and form any opposition to the attackers composed of ATC and the Black Sun. In any event Ordan would have received secondary orders concerning the refineries and saw no reason to further remain with the artillery as they hammered down, pounding their targets with vengeful munitions, on the Hutt Palace...

...nearby ATC troops were loading onto a transport and Ordan would approach in the distance, climbing aboard with them, before securing passage to the Tibanna Refineries with the others..."Just another day."...he muttered out before the transport began to hover over its landing platform and then sped off towards its destination. He was fully aware the refineries weren't the primary objective but he'd gotten bored overseeing the progress of the artillery and decided that the refineries might pose something of a challenge. Ordan assumed they'd be heavily guarded which is why as the transport moved towards its target filled with ATC troops, and mercenaries, he would check his Grenade Launcher ensuring that he had the appropriate ordnance for the assault...

...satisfied he'd wait as the refineries slowly started to come into view in the distance. Looking over at another soldier and giving him a nod, it was almost time to unload and resistance was expected...​

 

[Seris Vant]

[member="Krest"] [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Rasho the Hutt"] [member="Nolan Detta "][member="Kable Detta"] [member="Moira Skaldi"]

A great big rabble of troops along with Cypher charged in to the palace. Defenses were notably... light. Only a few droids still seemed to be active amongst the piles that laid cut up on the floor. Rasho's work he quandered? His men took care of the stragglers with some fine shooting. Cypher commed the Hutt Sith Lord, "Rasho we'll be with you in a minute". And he may need the fire power too. The droids would be very thick and very angry with droid emotions and all to willing to shoot up the intruders with extreme prejudiced. Cypher gunned down a super droid with his MP-77 pistols. It withered about for a short moment before going offline.

[member="Ordan Vosk"] [member="Popo"] [member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Lex Matako"] [member="Maarah "][member="Domino"] [member="Montag Card"]

Cypher gave a quick thought as to the progress on their other front. The Refineries and rather the whole industrial area they inhabited.

[member="Mr. Ash"]

"Hey now I can't have you ruin all the fun so easily. I won't get my bonus". A girly namy voice sounded off from Ash's computer. Ohh snap, counter hacks. A small little yellow smiley creature appeared on his screen. That hackers own virtual avatar. "IMA STOP YOU, bye".

Ash's computer screen went on the fritz and blacked out. This slicer wasn't gona make it so easy for him.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan, Kable, [member="Maya Whitelight"], and the Hutt had created a circle of death/deactivation as they fended off droids from all angles.

We need to get to the leaders of these droids, let's move out?

[member="Rasho the Hutt"] [member="Kable Detta"]

 

[Maya Carrick]

Out came one of her blades, what could this one be up to with just a toothblade throwing it before pushing it with the force to see it flying to a point then with any warning exploded taking out a good chuck, but more when come. Taking shot after shot, but also left her hand to crush some into others. [member="Nolan Detta "][member="Cypher"] [member="Kable Detta"] [member="Popo"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Droids. Droids everywhere. Rasho grunted in assent as one of the Detta brothers informed him they needed to find the commander. Then again, junking droids seemed a much more worthwhile task at this exact moment. His lightstaff's long, broad blades whirled around him in a Juyo death spiral, reflecting lightsabre blasts and slashing through too-near droids. A few stray bolts burned into his tail, and he roared in rage. He backed up to place his tail between two planters for safety.

[member="Nolan Detta "][member="Kable Detta"] [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Cypher"]

 

[Nolan Detta]

Blasting droid after droid, Nolan had to get the group out of there. The amount of droids kept increasing and the amount of shells Nolan had kept decreasing. He looked around and found a side door, he blasted the controls and the door slid open.

Inside there, go now Rasho first, Move!!

[member="Rasho the Hutt"] [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Kable Detta"]

 

[Kable Detta]

Kable took up positioned at the door's entrance. He poured fire into the seemingly unyielding wall of metal as the droids advanced.
"LET"S GO!" He bellowed to his comrades
[member="Rasho the Hutt"] [member="Maya Whitelight"]

Nolan Detta

 

[Maya Carrick]

Nothing fell short on the matter at hand to bring herself to fully into what one would call a dangerous dance for who. Bring down a few more droids around thinking about where all these droid coming from there had to be off switch right. Even so she used what could be had at her finger tips, even so not having full control over her powers of yet still managed to bring a part down on few to give them a enough time. There as bad a jawa on junk day. [member="Kable Detta"]@Nolan Detta[member="Rasho the Hutt"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@Nolan Detta [member="Kable Detta"] [member="Maya Whitelight"]

Pungent Mandalorian exclamations notwithstanding, Rasho scooted out from between the planters. A blaster bolt spanged off his vulnerable tail, and he roared. Lightning smashed out from his free hand, ripping through droid ranks. He waddleslithered past the Detta brothers, into the side door, and turned to hold that door with his lightstaff. "Get in! Get past me!"

As if he was, well, a Mandalorian. Not some lazy Hutt crime lord.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

[member="Rasho the Hutt"]

Droids everywhere - if there had been time to focus and devote the necessary processing power to it Moira would have tried to hack them. However, since she would herself in the middle of a battle that was not practical. Well, she could always get more drones some other time. Yes, drones, for all machines are equal, but some are more equal than others. Even Archangel had a hierarchy and was not some communist utopia.

As salvoes of blaster fire whizzed through the air, as droid upon droid fell, to seemingly be replaced by another one, a purple lightsabre ignited with a snap-hiss in her hand, the blade humming as if hungering for death. The energy blade sprung into action, batting away blaster fire and sending them reflecting back to the droids, blasting them as she moved in a whirling sidestep, droid reflexes being almost equal to the Force as she moved too fast for them to track. While built as a tank and something close to an immovable object, she understood how important positioning was. Some blaster bolts got past the whirling blade and scorched her armoured form, eyes flashed in annoyance and her free hand brought up a boltgun to pump out rounds, droids blasted to mechanical chunks.

 

[Popo]

Popo watched his troops fan out as they secured the tibanna refinement factory. In a short time, they held the factory. When the last check in came through, Popo commed in the second shuttle. A small group of technicians and engineers filed out and got to work swapping things over to Tenloss while the Security troops moved on to the next factory. Soon, Tenloss would have a small number of Tibanna refinement centers and be stronger for it.

Why did Popo want the factories? Simple. Starship fuel. A cheap supply of fuel with which to flood the market and gain profit was key to both Tenloss and the Cartel. It would also pave the way to Tenloss expansion and, through that, Cartel expansion as well.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan dove over the Hutt as he created a barrier with his Saber Staff. Rolling to his feet, he moved into the room to clear it, save for a protocol droid cowering in the corner, the room was empty. It looked like an office. He noticed the name plate read Senator, they were in the right room but too late. Turning his weapon on the droid...

Where has the Senator gone?! Tell me?!

He went through the secret hallway...Pointing to a slight crack in the wall where what looked to be a hidden door that had been left slightly ajar.

Moving to the hidden door, Nolan planted his boot hard on the space on the wall. A loud crack followed by a slowly creaking door, opened up the wall to reveal a dim hallway leading out of the capitol.

Over here, an escape tunnel. Let's get after the Senator.

[member="Kable Detta"] [member="Rasho the Hutt"] [member="Maya Whitelight"]

 

[Maya Carrick]

Doing what could been fended off, finding herself hurling over [member="Rasho the Hutt"], to roll onto her feet, just in time to see [member="Nolan Detta "]kick at what seem to be a wall, only it give. Feeling herself to be looking downwards, it what being felt letting her listening skills do it to see if there was anything faint hearing dripping of water. Facing [member="Nolan Detta "] "Do you think he'll fit" Giving him a wink, before looking towards Rasho, feeling every-time taking a hit that would find its way to the Hutt. It wasn't just just but what his echo of the force coming to her. Putting those feelings down with in her knowing that if she would let them come put herself. Remembering herself why she had found herself on the mission that was for the right reason.

Finding herself looking out knowing with out her action, this wouldn't end well as if the droid keep on coming with no end. Closing her eyes what did she seek, but the whisper came to her to calm her feeling her way to the point along the ceiling, just the little hope need. Reaching out into the push out as to give it way as it should, bring down a part of the ceiling. Her breathing was harder, to seek out what needed to come with herself. Opening her eyes to see a section of the droids be no more.
[member="Kable Detta"]