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[Cryax Bane]

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Location: Nal Hutta, Bilbousa, the former Palace of Gardulla the Hutt​

Blerga the Hutt was an ally that Cryax Bane wanted to impress, and so when the slimy leader of the Rjiida cartell on Nal Hutta invited him to what the invitation said was "THE HUTTIEST EVENT OF THE YEAR" (printed in all capped Comic Sans) at the former residence of the infamous Gardulla the Hutt, the Chiss reluctantly accepted. It wasn’t Hutts that he disliked per se. Unlike many humans and near humans in the galaxy, Bane did not share others’ distaste of the slimy slugs. Plus, the Chiss had a strong stomach and a clogged sense of smell so, to him, the gastropods were just like any other double-wide alien species. Cryax merely hated parties. Unfortunately for the Chiss crime boss, meeting and greeting was a necessary evil for his plans for the Red Raven Criminal Syndicate to seize back some of Hutt space from their rivals the Black Sun. Since the Red Ravens had signed a treaty that forbade hostile actions against the Sun, which to Bane’s knowledge still stood firm, these small movements across the galaxy had to be done more subtly and diplomatically. Hence, Bane’s staff made arrangements for him to do a PR tour of various Hutt palaces, and Blerga’s party was his first stop.

What does a man who hates parties, hate even worse than parties? Pool parties. But that’s where Bane was stuck, in the middle of a Hutt pool party surrounded by hundreds of sycophantic guests, attractive alien dancers, and of course, Red Raven and Hutt bodyguards, organic and droid alike. Just for tonight’s special event, Blerga the Hutt had constructed an enormous heated pool in the middle of his Palace throne room, and the slug had spared no expense. At one end of the pool was a floating bar serving Hutt bile and Jawa Juice. At the other end was a full stage with dancing women, who due to the slippery wet surface, kept pratfalling and sliding into the pool to the delight of the inebriated guests. This was definitely the weirdest party Cryax Bane had ever been to. And perhaps the grossest. He didn't even want to think about those guests in the pool that were too drunk to make it to the bathroom.

As if that wasn’t enough of a spectacle, at the far end of the throne room, only because Blerga found it tremendously entertaining, was a chained up Rancor, drooling and snapping at the bikini-clad crowd, who were so hopped up on spice and Hutt bile they merely laughed, unaware of just what kind of danger the entire room would be in if its restraints were to snap somehow.

Accompanying the Red Ravens President to this prestigious event, was his new sergeant at arms [member="Tmoxin Temi"] and his executive assistant and bodyguard [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]. Cryax knew that both Raven ladies would probably abhor this spectacle, but at this point, they were all in the thick of things. Literally. Blerga himself had Cryax sitting on his slick lap and was in the middle of imploring him to change into his bathing suit, but the Chiss was having none of it. With as many enemies as the Chiss had in the Outer Rim, there was no way he was taking off his Sinner Men's Blaster Suit nor would he remove the Echo SXB Scatterblast he had slung around his shoulder no matter how persistently Blerga begged.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

The now pregnant body guard of Cryax Bane wore Warden class body armor which she hated quite a bit. She preferred to wear her dress and heals, she hated the weight of it and her little five foot two figure ached from it. But she had to do it, her small baby bump that she was growing had been reinforced with armor to keep the child safe and sound. Around her body she had strapped a small arsenal of weaponry, a CZ Assault rifle with three clips each of BANG and ACID slugs to take care of any pesky armored foes that she was certain would always show up to shoot Cryax in his face. And around her feet two Czerka machine pistols with an assortment of knives and grenades along with a dart gun strapped around her forearm.

"You know this is a trap right?" She said to Cryax with a more muffled tone through the helmet.

Hutt pool party, for starters Hutts can't swim! So that's why she had given Cryax the shotgun blaster combo to defend himself. She sighed and kept up her awareness of the crazy area around her. Hopefully it wouldn't get too out of hand.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin admired her reflection in the mirror and re-applied her dark, red lipstick. She had slipped away from the party to use the ladies room as even the Sergeant at Arms of Red Ravens needed a bio break. She reflected upon her choice of armor for tonight. It was a black dress she had commissioned from Creshaldyne Industries and made of blast-dampening armor material. When she pressed a button, two mechanical sleeves would be unfurled from the shoulders and up around the collar. The protective fabric would immediately form fit her body, enveloping her head, arms and neck. The same would happen with her legs. On her feet she wore low combat boots, also commissioned to look quite fashionable.

Spoiler

Tmoxin Temi carried a small sporting blaster in her clutch handbag and a small needler filled with Chuba poison darts in her bra. The necklace when removed and activated turned into a mini-Neuronic whip. Finally and also in her clutch was a simple smoke grenade for crowd control and if the President required a quick escape. Tmoxin had honed all of her security detail skills while protecting the Queen as Secret Service during her younger years on Hapes and now she would be putting them to the test as Head of Security for the Red Ravens.

She exited the ladies room and gave a nod to [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], Cryax Bane's longtime bodyguard and assistant. The woman was a force of nature and Tmoxin eventually wanted to gain her respect but tried to do so from afar for the time being. If their loyalty and duty were matched, just protecting the President would be enough for both of them.

She had brought five extra bodyguards to the party from the Raven PMC. Three additional were stationed around the perimeter of the party and the outside of the Hutt's palace. Tmoxin circulated the party, careful not to tread where there was water. She had been to some wild parties on Hapes before but nothing as over the top as this. But she kept her demeanor as mechanical as a robot. Occasionally the Hapan female would glance over at the snarling Rancor inspecting its chains for signs of wear. If that thing got loose, she thought, the party would most certainly be over.

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Keira Priest]

You'd better know what the kark you're doing. Parties were, by far, not a venue Keira found herself able to appreciate, at least when it came to venues such as this. Combat she could handle, and in fact found herself thriving in at certain times, as had been exemplified in past events, beginning with the interview that led her to the Ravens and most recently closing with what had occurred on Kashyyyk. This wasn't much of a terribly different event, save for the large pool that commanded the center of the palace. Even the rancor wasn't too unusual, as it gave something to keep an eye on. Well, that and Cryax, she was tasked to watch over the President of the Red Ravens as well. But so far the Hutt that had called the event seemed to be doing her job for her.

This time, however, she wasn't alone, instead working with both [member="Tmoxin Temi"] and [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], two women she'd only briefly met beforehand. Normally she would have preferred to have known them before this, but Cryax trusted them, so it settled in her eyes. They seemed to have come well-equipped in their own fashion, something she could appreciate. It was that kind of foresight that ultimately gained one the upper hand.

Dressed rather casually in comparison to the others, her only weaponry the lightsaber at her hip. It was paltry compared to what most would have considered optimal, but she trusted her own skill with the blade enough. Besides, she'd worn just about the same to full-scale battles and come away with nothing more than a few new scars, namely the three still healing on her right arm, from a close brush with a Wookiee. More than that would be of consequence of the rancor currently tethered by chains happened to free itself, but for the moment she had to trust in nothing more than the fact that the host at least had some idea of what he was doing in that respect.

This far, it seemed a bit too good to be true in the aspect that no one had arrived and immediately started firing their blaster in Cryax's general direction. If there was one thing she'd learned quickly, it was that seemingly most everyone in the galaxy had a good reason to want the crime boss dead, whether it was a petty dispute or an entire people he'd managed to offend. It was for precisely that reason she and the other two women had accompanied the Chiss to this party. It's too quiet.

She didn't trust it one bit.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], [member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

"Damn shame this club goin' down on a Tuesday," the Mandalorian said to himself in his Redneck accent that he's had ever since he started talking. Kilometers away from the Hutt palace with all kinds of guests and creatures was his stationed Tegaanalir ship containing variants of weapons, a Vornskr, and the Mandalorian. No need to attract any attention to himself, yet. He didn't wanted to scare off today's special guest with his beskar'gam that would easily give away his identity as a Mandalorian Warrior after what has happened between a particular clan of the Mando'ade and the president of the Red Ravens. Oh, yes he has heard the story. After the first week of their breakup he heard from numbers of brothers and sisters that Anastasia was really, really heartbroken and couldn't stop her crying. The way that how it happened was a really messed up and cowardly way to cut that relationship. And the Rally Master wondered how this would be taken by the Mand'alor of the vode. Most likely, he would not have taken it kindly and did something to even out things between Ana and Cryax. But today he wasn't going to do something to the president on behalf of Ana. No, no, there was simply a huge bounty on his head that motivated the Redneck to pursue him. Money and reputation was what he aimed for, but he wasn't greedy.

Now, tracing this figure wasn't hard at all especially when everyone knew where Cryax was located at. Funny, that no force that wished to wipe out criminals such as the Republic or the Protectorate hadn't done nothing to rid of the Ravens or the Suns. And they strove for order and peace. Now imagine if they didn't. Back to topic. Vilaz could easily enter the atmosphere of the planet and enter the Dragon Palace Casino to obtain his bounty and deliver him for his paycheck from the employer, but no doubt this planet overrun by criminals and scum of all kinds would have the top security to protect this figure that represented the Ravens wherever he go. And that would cost Vilaz a lot of time, a lot of ammunition, money, and so on. Though, he wouldn't give up because of that. The Bounty Hunter would wait until the mouse came outside of his hole for the cat to chase him until the mouse was in his hole or was in the cat's intestines. And what perfect timing it was for the Chiss to leave his haven to go to his meetings and evil schemes.

Now was the time to select his weapons for this special occasion. His first selection, as always, was a holster belt containing his two dual WESTAR 34 pistols. Next, was a special knife crafted from the famous Rave Merrill that was called the Fett-Kal knife. Reason why it's special? It was lightsaber resistant and could absorb and shoot out the absorbed lightning. A nice weapon whenever dueling with force users. Next was the bloodstripe hand cannon manufactured from the Underground's bases. And finally, his primary weapon, Orar'bev, a crossbow with a miniature mass driver cannon that fired bolts up to three miles per second which obviously can break the sound barrier. The evolution of crossbows. Along with his firearms he had three EMP grenades and one flash bang clung to his utility belt, and the right half of his belt held ammunition for his WESTARs and the other left half containing ammo for his scattergun, and leaving one pouch for his darts from Browncoat arms. As for the bolts, they were holstered to the left side of his left thigh that held theory bolts for his crossbow. As for his armor: a flamethrower, a wrist rocket launcher, and a Dur-24 wrist laser on his left gauntlet; the right one had a wrist grappling hook and an integrated velocity-7 dart shooter containing a Lecepaine Dart. Now he was ready. This was mostly going to be close quarters due to the size of the palace and not a full scale battle.

The engine of the ship burst to life as the Warrior started the ship and was now suspended in the air. He wasn't going to walk all the way over there. No, too much time consuming. Them Vilaz maneuvered and drove the ship closer and closer to the Hutt palace and saw a whole parking lot of a ships belonging to invited guests taking some of the lots. Luckily, there was an opening and, invited or not, he took it. Zero karks given if he was given a parking ticket.

A hiss escaped from the ship as the loading pad opened which Vilaz and his Vornskr walked out of ship looking at the palace. "They 'bout get lit."

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

“Cryax, you’re so stuffy!” chastised Blerga, tugging at the Chiss’ jacket with his chubby little fingers, his tail twitching mischievously. Batting the big slug’s hands away, Bane testily wondered if his dry cleaner could take care of Hutt slime. “Maybe I’ll just throw you in!” teased the Hutt in turn, who might or might not have not been joking.

Cryax checked his chrono with a sigh. The Chiss figured he needed to spend just a few more awkward minutes in Blerga’s company and then hopefully the Hutt would soon agree to their discussed money laundering scheme that they’d both cooked up. Cryax pressed his lips together tightly as the Hutt tried to give him a sip of Jawa Juice, figuring that there was a fifty-fifty chance there were roofies in that cup.

"You know this is a trap right?" muttered Patricia through her helmet.

“Relax, Patricia,” Cryax said casually and gestured to his lady guards. “That’s what I’ve got my dream team here for.” His blonde executive assistant had a point. The jubilant atmosphere of the party could not completely disguise an unease in the air. Still, perhaps he was just being paranoid. After all, the guests seemed to be having a ball.

“SPLASH!” there went a Rodian dancer, flying off the stage and into the pool amid the raucous laughter of guests. Two Twi’lek bikini models were playing chicken on a pair of beefy male Cathars’ shoulders. Yes indeed, the party was in full swing.

A drunken Bith weaved around the pool, loudly singing a jaunty little tune. Soon he stumbled a bit too close to the chained Rancor and with a sickening crunch became party food. His screams could barely be heard over the thumping music being played by a near-human DJ floating around on a raft in the middle of the pool. How the man didn’t get electrocuted surrounded by that massive sound system and all that water was a mystery to the Chiss.

[member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Keira Priest]

There was something wrong. And it wasn't just that one of the drunken partygoers had had his life unceremoniously ended with one snap of the rancor's jaws, though that registered as well. This was something more, a disturbance on a greater level than life being snuffed out abruptly, something Keira had learned to disregard unless it pertained directly to her or those she considered friend. This presence was more malevolent, though not so much as to be another dark sider. Whomever they were, it didn't bode well for any of them, especially Cryax. This was someone out for blood, not an entirely new scenario in her life. If they wanted to play that game, she would make sure it was short-lived.

Raising the commlink on her wrist to her lips, she spoke simply, as if it were an everyday occurrence, "There's someone outside. Get your guns ready, because you're going to need them." Nothing else, no words of encouragement, not even an explanation as to why she innately knew that someone was coming. If the others hadn't figured out by now that she was Force sensitive, then they soon would. It was an ability she almost took for granted sometimes, but experiences such as this always brought things back into perspective. There was nothing like a fight to the death to bring everyone back down to earth and ground them firmly in reality.

Her left hand dropped to the lightsaber at her waist, and she instinctively gathered the Force within herself in preparation for the fight to come. It would have to be a close quarters battle, more due to the restrictions of the crowded room than anything. But she had a feeling that once blasters began firing a number of those present would find a way to make themselves scarce in record time. The matter that was of the most concern next to Cryax's safety was the monstrosity still tethered to a nearby wall. There was a high chance that any adversary that would come through the door would immediately attempt to use the beast to their advantage, freeing it in the ensuing chaos. And she knew that some measure of teamwork would be necessary to bring it down, leaving her charge unprotected. Oh, that's just perfect.

A frown creased the corners of her mouth, and she wove her way through the crowd to stand within earshot of Cryax, shooting a friendly smile in his direction, though it didn't quite reach her amber-tinted eyes. "Let's see who you managed to tick off this time, yeah?" It was a rhetorical question posed almost in irony, as the Ravens had managed to garner a number of enemies that would like nothing better than to see the entirety of them dead within the few years of their existence in the greater galaxy. It was something she considered to be an accomplishment in a certain light. If that many people didn't like them, they had to be doing something right, in the bigger scheme of things.

One good thing was stemming from the arrival of their unexpected visitor: the prospect of a decent fight. It was true that she likely enjoyed and thrived in a combative environment, and while it might not have been the best thing, it was a setting in which she was most comfortable. C'mon, we don't have all day.

[member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

After the Biff was made into a midnight snack Patricia looked over to Cryax and even though it couldn't be seen due to the helmet Cryax knew the woman well enough to know that she had a very flat face right now that was emphasizing "Relax huh?" Patricia sighed and looked forward hearing a few words over the comm unit from Keira and there was more great news. People were coming to shoot up the party, and with a rancor tied up and panicked by the rifle fire would make quick work of those restraints. To sum things up this wasn't going to end well and she really didn't feel like putting her baby on the line for a Hutt pool party. So Patricia loaded up a magazine of acid slugs into her Czerka rifle and cocked the rifle to chamber a round with the safety on.

"Cryax I don't mean to be a Debbie downer and believe me I love parties just as much as the next girl." She paused to help emphasize her next few words.

"Someone quite literally was just eaten. Now in my professional opinion I think it's best that we start moving towards the edge of the party." Patricia looked over towards the gate of the compound figured if something was coming they had a better chance of getting away from it.

They didn't have to fight them, they just had to escape. The Ravens didn't have to stay and prove they were the biggest baddest gang that ever existed. That's how people died, and Patricia very much intended to live today.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

With each step he took on this earth with his beskar boots along with his pet Vornskr, the more closer he was to his target. It didn't surprised the Rally Master that much that this one Crime Lord out of many throughout the Galaxy was here on this planet with barely any life on it negotiating alliances and trade with the Hutt Cartel. Then again, anyone who was corrupted and greedy would come to the Hutts to become more powerful and more wealthy, and vice versa for these slugs. As the Mandalorian continued walking to the Hutt Palace in which he could hear the music all the way where he was he began glancing and observing this rotten planet that was home to the many industrial factories the Hutts had established. But this planet had something more than factories, once upon a time. The original name of Nal Hutta was Evocar and it was filled with the riches of nature and it was alive with no Hutts ruling the planet and factories invading the land. That, however, would change when the Hutt Family stepped foot on this world. Soon, the planet was transformed into their own image and spread many factories over this planet. What was a planet full of jungles and oceans became a barren wasteland all thanks to the pollution being produced by the Hutts' factories. And once the ecosystem of the planet was altered significantly it changed the way of life of the species inhabiting this planet. While a major population of all the species deprecated and became extinct there were few that adapted to their new surroundings and environment as they mutated and gain a trait or two to protect themselves from the chemical toxins from the factories.

But Mandalore was different than this meaningless planet that was host to these despicable creatures. No, Mandalore was thrilled and flourished with life and harmony and with many species. A multitude of species scattered within Mandalorian Territory as the clans adopted anyone into their clam despite their gender, species, race, and everything that was in their personal background. And while these people united in one culture were trained to excel in the arts of war they were not savages that had lust for blood and war. No, they did more things than that such as diplomacy, engineering, educating, and many more fields that any vod could do if they wanted to. Even though there were industrial factories that produced tools for the Mando'ade they knew when and where to put their limits, so they wouldn't harm other life that resided and neighbored the vode. Unlike the Hutts they had a balance between nature and technology something that major corporations failed to do as they sought for power and money.

Now, Vilaz was noticing through the glances behind his buy'ce of how corrupted these criminals were. Sure, he heard many stories of the Hutts of what crime they recently did, but never one of how they converted a beautiful planet into a barren wasteland. As corrupted and rotten this planet was, no doubt to its core, so were these slug like creatures from the inside. A reflection it was of the personality of these cartels to Nal Hutta. There was a likely chance that the Redneck would kill any Hutts sighted while he hunting his prey. A noble action and a favor he would be doing to the universe as he was wiping out the scum of from existence.

The rangefinder of his helmet slid down to eye level and through it he began a short reconnaissance of the area, especially of what lay at the gates to enter the palace. As he zoomed in on the palace through the device attached to his helmet he could see two gamorrean guards wielding axes, two twil'leks with blaster rifles, and four security droids with the same weapons as the twil'leks. "That's all these di'kuts got me? Making my job more easy," he commented on the security that was between him and the entrance to complex. Easy and simple. He clung his bloodstripe scattergun to his utility belt and raised his right arm with his hand in a fist. Then his left hand grabbed hold of the arm to maintain balance as the Warrior was aiming at one of the ugly brutes through his rangefinder. After a few moments of calculating the angle of his aim to make sure it was precise the Lecepaine dart in his integrated dart launched flew at such velocity that was less than a bullet breaking the sound barrier, but still covered many meters. It had found its target and three seconds later after the dart made contact the confused gamorrean guard was experiencing muscle paralysis and five seconds later it fell on the ground unconscious. His fellow comrades confused and shocked of what had happened to the guard sent the two twil'leks to inform them what had happened while the droids and the other gamorrean maintained their tanks at the entrance.

Now was the time to accelerate towards the Hutt Palace to cover more distance in a less amount of time. The repulsor pack that was on his back and his crossbow slung over his shoulders was activated and whistled at his Vornskr to follow him. The two raced each other to to entrance of the palace and while Vilaz flew he grabbed one of his EMP grenades with his right and one of his dual WESTAR 34 pistols with his left hand. Didn't surprised that volleys of blaster fire ascended to the skies as they spotted Vilaz in the skies. Though, they would have to divert some of their fire as they also noticed Dalso running at them making it easier for the Bounty Hunter to descend without getting hit. The EMP grenade in his right hand was hurled at the group of droids and then released its ion charge disabling the droids. All was left was the gamorrean guard. As a distraction the Mandalorian flew right at the guard causing the brute to raise its axe, but Vilaz stopped in his tracks to avoid getting hit leaving the guard swing hitting nothing. The charging Vornskr accompanying Vilaz jumped on the brute pushing it on its back with the kinetic energy that converted into momentum. Mere seconds later the venomous tail stunned the guard and took a bite of it at the neck spilling blood on the ground and killing the humanoid specie immediately.

Now with the four guards alerting those in the inside Vilaz had to be quick if he wanted to catch his prey and leave with dew scratches. Before he proceeded to the entrance his beskar boot stepped and crushed the neck of the unconscious guard he attacked with the lecepaine dart. He whistled again to his pet and began jogging into the danger zone with both of his pistols holstered and the scattergun in his right hand cocked with the middle barrel containing a shell that was a nonlethal aerosol anti-blaster shell. Caution he took now that he was entering the palace that was scattered and littered with guards of all kinds. "They best give me a damn impression, disappointed he would be if the security here wouldn't put a up a fight against the Warrior. But what could he expect from criminals that hired random guns that didn't had the experience of Vilaz.

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin first heard Keira's transmission of interlopers outside. Then suddenly one of the Raven PMC mercenaries stationed on the outside of the Palace radioed on Tmoxin using her code name she used during these kind of operations. "We got a problem, Butterfly. There's a shooter outside with... ughhhh," He trailed off either shot or stabbed by someone or something.

"Mother of Kwath," she muttered as a second PMC merc comlinked the scene outside Blerga's palace. The Hapan Sergeant at Arms said, "Roger." She then scanned the party for Cryax who was still entertaining Blerga but Patrica at his side was loading up her rifle. The tough blonde knew what was up. Her eyes darted to Keira who was a Jedi. Queen Ni'Korish, forgive me, she thought invoking the name of the Hapan Queen from so many years ago who had slaughtered Jedis and their supporters. While Tmoxin wasn't homicidal towards the Jedi Order she had been raised with Ni'Korish tenants and held the Order in high suspicion. She would never say this aloud to Keira Ticon. It was her secret and that it would stay.

She spoke calmly but firmly into her group comlink: "Ravens, security has spotted at least one human and a canine creature killing guards outside of the palace. We need to circle Bane and move him to a more protected area if not evacuate."

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Only seconds after her own warning was given, Tmoxin's voice came crackling through, giving calm orders of her own that Keira was already following, edging closer to Cryax, still giving him room to fire his own weapon if necessary. It was her job to protect him, but she knew that he was capable of doing much of the same for himself, to a degree. And they would need all the guns they could get, from how quickly the lives of the other guards had been ended, something she could sense due to her Force sensitivity. They were facing a trained fighter this time, instead of just another wannabe that was hoping to make it big on the galactic scene. I'd place any amount of credits... She didn't have time to finish the thought as their most recent adversary came into sight. Of course.

Instead of instantly calling her weapon into her hand she took her time, reaching down with her left hand to palm her saber, igniting the orange blade almost leisurely, spinning it lazily a single time. For whatever reason the Mandalorian was there, whether it was still about the ordeal that had occurred what felt like years earlier, or a less personal vendetta, he wasn't about to achieve his goal so easily. Whether he realized it or not, he was in for quite the fight. There might have only been three of them, but they'd been chosen for a reason. This time she didn't attack first, taking the brief and likely only moment of recompense to study the arsenal on his person.

So preoccupied was she in doing so that she almost didn't notice the animal by his side. Almost. Skrag. With a vornskr thrown into the mix, she would almost definitely be busy fending off the creature, as the species was genetically wired to hunt any and all Force sensitives. It was times like these she would have much rather dispensed of the abilities that gave her an edge in these scenarios. At the very least it would give all of them one less thing to worry about. It wasn't as if the rancor escaping its chains was enough for them to be concerned about.

Muttering a brief, quiet string of curses in Old Corellian, she glanced to Cryax before turning her gaze to the Mandalorian. "I don't believe we've met before. But standing there isn't the way to go about making introductions." While she spoke she mentally reviewed the layout of the palace, running through any and all possible exit routes in her mind, even those that were less than preferable. The sooner they could get Cryax out, preferably unscathed, the better. The three of them could better handle this antagonist without having to worry about someone else entirely. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate and even enjoy her assignment to a degree, but it was always simpler when her charge was already away safe. That gave her and anyone else time to clean up the mess.

Not bothering with any more orders herself, she decided to let the situation sort itself out. They all knew what the top priority was, and after that things would move on hopefully efficiently. She was confident enough they would, at least.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], [member="Cryax Bane"]

Spoiler

It's just cheating to use Daryl as your playby. Not fair.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Faint screams rang out in the air as some of Blerga's dead security guards were discovered by drunken party-goers. That was Cryax's first clue that something was wrong. The second was when Tmoxin's voice piped over Ravens comms ordering security to circle him. Perhaps Blerga had a rival Hutt clan that didn't appreciate the slug getting into figurative bed with the Red Ravens. "Kteh!" swore the Chiss. He could never catch a break, could he?

Bane hopped down off Blerga's lap, leaving the Hutt looking crestfallen, and took out his rifle, giving it a dramatic gun cock. The crime boss's ubiquitous Mirari bodyguard droids clanked around him like a metal fortress as he tried to get his sights on the enemy. Or enemies. There was the blur of a creature in his peripheral vision. Was that a vornskr chasing people around the pool?

It turned out that the vornskr not only attracted Cryax's attention but also the attention of the frothing Rancor, whose animal brain instinctively told it to chase the smaller creature. Snapping and roaring, the frenzied beast strained against its chains so hard, they snapped. It threw its arms in the air, letting out a triumphant roar, and began gobbling up party goers left and right as it bounded towards the vornskr. Holy Sithspit. This was a disaster of gargantuan proportions, just like the giant beast that was running amuck.

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Tmoxin's eyes widened at the rampaging Rancor now free from its chains. If this was her event she would have totally fired the party planner a long time ago.

The Hapan officer activated her blast-dampening armor and was now shrouded in a protective black, form-fitting covering from head to toe. "We need to get Bane out of here NOW!" she shouted into the comlink. She drew out the smoke grenade and threw it at the Rancor, hoping the smoke would dull the monster's senses and allow her to instruct the five PMC mercs to immediately surround Cryax Bane. "You are to protect him with your life, understand me?" she radioed, reminding them of their work here. They were contractors after all.

She removed the needler from her bra and shot the chuba poison darts at the vornskr hoping to slow it down or kill it. If enough of the darts pierced through the creature's tough skin it would have a stroke. Keira Ticon appeared to have the target pinpointed so she drew her blaster and crouched low to the ground, steady in the now panicking crowd.

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

Well that went from annoying party to blood bath pretty fast, they must have set a record for quickest crap that could possibly go wrong. Whoever the party planner was for this event Patricia was going to be sure to have him beaten and humiliated. The rancor was running around snapping up people like it was going out of style. The massive beast was just not in the most cheerful of moods and it was safe to say if this were a fight or flight situation the answer was one hundred percent flight.

So what was the best way to get Cryax out of here in the middle of a chaotic party with a giant flesh eating monster on the loose? Simple, clear a path. The pregnant Patricia pulled up to Cryax with her armor on and in the standard protocol of escorting VIPs out of hostile situations, she grabbed him by the back of his head and pushed it down slightly so any hostile forces wouldn't be dome checking him anytime soon. And with that the tiny five foot two agent got to ordering.

"Clear a path for us towards the south gate!" She barked out an order and the droids went to work.

With a flurry of robotic fists and kicks the Mirari body guards started straight knocking fuckers out. The guards kept going and soon they started to distance themselves from the rancor, with Patricia using herself as a shield for the president. A Mirari bodyguard punched a biff in the face and his unconscious body hit the holo player to set off a song that was booming through the now chaotic party, the volume cranked to the max.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=JzKAJRux4ss

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Chaos and a mix of music in the background erupted within the Hutt Palace as the Mandalorian and guards of both Red Ravens and Hutts engaged combat with the Warrior. Unfortunately for most of them they didn't wear any armor to give them some defense against blasters, slugthrowers, melee weapons, and possibly a lightsaber. Unlike their lone attacker with his canine companion he was wearing his own unique personal defense that was special with a metal alloy that could only be extracted from Mandalore, Concordia, and Echoy'la. This metal was beskar one of the only few metals in the universe to be resistant against lightsabers along with other properties that made it priceless to any foreigner who came across to it. However, it was not for sale to anyone who wasn't a Mandalorian. No, this Mandalorian Metal was industrial, but more cultural important to the eyes of the Mando'ade. This was what made True Mandalorian beskar'gam, this was part of the Mandalorians ever since the Taung created the Warrior culture that is still alive today. If any outsider was seen with this near indestrcutibe metal with them in front of a Mandalorian, then it would be seen as an insult to that Warrior especially in this generation of Mandalorians. And thanks to beskar it what made Vilaz endure longer in battles whether it be a Force User, a soldier, a vong, any kind of enemy.

Leave alone the fact that he was wearing his beskar'gam like he always does when he ventures out into the Galaxy. The skills of these guards were inferior to those of Vilaz's making them easy targets to kill. Didn't surprised him at all. Most of these Crime Lords would hire random guns that barely had any experience with combat and were just desperate to gain some amount of money or something to survive in this Galaxy. The same could not be said for Vilaz or for any Mandalorian who would do contracts whether it be mercenary work, capturing a Bounty for a private client, smuggling, or doing a job similar to these guards. Any private contractor would instantly be pleased to have a Mandalorian as their employee and would mist likely meet the pay demands from the Mando, since most of these Warriors would make their own price to their employer. Any man or woman behind a T-visored helmet would have their reputation proceed before them due to how professional they were in their works.

He hasn't wasted a single shot of his scattergun even if one of the barrels was cocked to fire. No, he wasn't going to waste ammunition of this weapon. Instead two WESTAR 34 pistols were in both hands shooting blaster bolts at those who dared to block his path. And with him flying in the hallways and corridors of the palace was more harder to get a hit on the Warrior. Along with his Vornskr attacking hostiles that were distracted with the flying Mandalorian by stunning them with its venomous tail whipping at his prey. The choice was either shoot at the Vornskr at be barraged with volleys of blaster fire from Vilaz or concentrate fire on the Bounty Hunter and face the momentum of a charging Vornskr and be stunned with a venomous tail. Which ever one they picked they still lost their lives from their offensive tactics. And with his HUD blazing with IFF signature tags on his visor and alerting him of his surroundings in a 360 degree he held many more advantages over his enemies than just having beskar on his armor. No more guards came to the commotion of the Rally Master and some were smart enough to retreat to join with the rest of the personnel or to save themselves, since they now noticed of how little they were doing to the march of the lone Mandalorian.

By this time those enjoying the party would soon, if not already be packing up and leaving the palace. One of those withdrawing from the party could probably be his target he was pursuing. A race against the clock it was now to reach his target and try to capture him. Mere meters away he was from reaching the main floor of the complex building. The repulsor pack deactivated and his feet touched the floor of the palace and ran towards it noticing how many tags his HUD picked up which was more than the guards he was facing. Now, was the time to use the scattergun as the pistols were in their respected holsters and the Bloodstripe cannon was in his hands. As he ran he noticed his pet that trailed behind him was catching up to its owner. Moments later the Mandalorian and his canine companion had enter the chambers of the Hutt that contained many guests and party animals.

The first thing that had come up to the Redneck's mind as he quickly glanced the room was his stupid and crazy these Hutts were. A rancor capable of anything chained up in this room for some sort of purpose had already placed all of those in here in immediate danger. Anytime it could break its chains that bounded the creature against its will. Then he spotted his target being encircled by his synthetic and organic personal bodyguards to, obviously, protect him from any threat that would come to him. They had probably had heard all the havoc that the Rally Master caused with the guards of this palace and the Hutt crime lord. And if not, the Chiss probably had some sort of psychological problem that made him feel insecure if his surroundings or delusions of him being attacked any minute. But what also caught his sight was one of the bodyguards wielding an orange blade lightsaber, and his Vornskr growling and barking at her. He would have never expected this before. A Force User working for a crime syndicate. That was a new one for the Bounty Hunter. He could expect resistance coming out from this particular guard. A roaring Rancor attracted his attention as the Mandalorian saw the beast unleash itself from its chains and started to move towards Vilaz. "Dalso, run," he yelled at his pet and began running away from the rancor. As a result the rancor began following the Force Sensitive canine and those poison darts would find contact with the Hutt and the Rancor applying the effect of darts immediately in their bodies instead of the running Vornskr.

"Imma pop a cap up y'alls shebs, di'kuts," the Warrior responded back to the Force User and fired the anti-blaster aerosol from his scattergun at the direction of Bane and his company. Protected from blasters he would be from the non lethal shell he just fired from shell gun that. His left hand reached down to his utility belt to grab a EMP grenade leaving him with one other EMO grenade and a flash bang. Activated and thrown to the general direction of the Chiss crime lord to disable the droid bodyguards that encircled making it difficult for Vilaz get a clear shot at him. The volume of the song playing at this instant covered some of the noise of the scattergun now that its volume was at the highest it could get. Chaos and havoc had truly arrived to this wild party which is how, typically, every party like these ended up to be.

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

The chuba darts didn't have much effect on both the Rancor or the Hutt as their epidermis was tough enough to repel the needles. Tmoxin's darts bounced off both creatures like they were children's toys.

She now activated the neuronic whip. The Hapan Officer spied Patricia's blonde hair and caught a glimpse of Cryax Bane's blue skin. Good they were surrounded by droids and making a quick exit. With the whip in one hand and the blaster in another she shot a barrage of blaster fire at the Mandalorian who appeared to be targeting Bane - most likely for a lucrative bounty - but she couldn't tell if her fire had hit its mark in the absolute chaos of the party. Tmoxin was the closest to Keira Ticon, so she flanked the Jedi to help protect her from the heavily armed Bounty Hunter.

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Keira Priest]

The first thought through her mind at the firing of a number of weapons by the bounty hunter was that while they were no doubt effective, they would do little to hamper her ability to wield her lightsaber, if at all. Whatever helped him sleep at night. Keira wasn't about to question his motives, as long as they were still able to escort Cryax out of the building and off the premises relatively unscathed. The rest of it was just collateral damage, a price she was willing to pay if this man took some as well. This fight looked to prove a challenge, and that was before one added the general chaotic atmosphere to the equation, not to mention the fact that there was a vornskr leading a rancor in circles about the room, the thumping footfalls of the beast shaking the floor with every step it took.

Was every Mandalorian like this?

A smirk tugged at her lips at the fact that his gaze lingered just a bit longer on her lightsaber than what she considered typical. That spoke of at least some degree of wariness, or perhaps a healthy respect for the weapon, but whichever it was, she knew something had caught him off guard. Now it was all a matter of exploiting that advantage. The Force would likely be her greatest ally. No matter what type of armor they wore or which weapons were in their arsenal, it was a rare day indeed when she encountered someone fully prepared to confront any Force user on that front. Regardless if her attacks on that plane were successful or not, they would at the very least serve as a distraction. And sometimes, a split second was all it took.

Glancing briefly to the woman that had stepped up next to her, another of the Chiss' specifically chosen bodyguards, she considered any strategies that would be available to them as a duo. Coordination would be the key, but it was difficult to pass along tactics when speaking them aloud wasn't an option. Of course, there was always telepathy via the Force, but she wasn't entirely sure how the other would take to it. There was only one way to find out. "We're going to need to work together on this. I'm going to at least try to throw him backwards, or at least off balance, and we'll see what happens from there." Briefly noting the look she'd received earlier, she added, "I know you might not like Jedi-types, but save it for when we aren't trying to avoid death."

With that out of the way she was able to once more focus on the task at hand, which was ultimately serving as, at the very least, a distraction. Twirling her lightsaber once, she gathered the Force in her core, molding it into something almost palpable. It was that same energy she focused into her hand, exhaling slowly and turning her attention to her adversary. Simply thrusting her hand towards him, palm outwards, she released the concentrated burst of telekinetic energy, intended to knock him off of his feet.

"I'd like to see you try, funtihruo."

[member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], [member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

The thumping of sounds being made by the massive feet of the rancor and cowardly cries from the mouth of the foul Hutt were no match against the darts of one of the bodyguards protecting the Chiss. The tough skin of the Rancor could take up a beating from slugs and blaster bolts, but the same could not be said for the Hutt. While their skin was tough and slimy it didn't have the strength to withstand the momentum of a slug or the energy of a blaster bolt that would bring immediate death to the Hutt and, simultaneously, end its career as a Crime Lord provoking the rest of its family to put up a bounty on the Mandalorian's head. A price that the Rally Master would accept to rid the souls of these corrupt creatures and eat chunks of their morale making people think twice about joining these notorious cartel clans. What came next was the Mandalorian launched an antipersonnel mini rocket from his missile launcher at the Hutt trying to escape with cries of cowardice at a slow pace because of the weight of its body. Moments later after the launch of the missile an explosion erupted as it made contact with the Crime Lord. A dead Hutt could be seen as the density of the smoke began to deprecate by the second.

The head of the Bounty Hunter turned away from the life he had just murdered and looked upon his bounty along with his bodyguards. A challenge, no doubt, with the fact that there was a Force User among the bodyguards, both organic and synthetic, that took oath to protect him at all cost. Admittedly, he admired their allegiance and loyalty to the Chiss Crime Lord by just how they encircled him and were his walls to protect him from any exterior harm. Reminded him of him the rest of the vode. How they all stood up for one another, fought for one another, and looked out for one another showed how united the vode was, and their loyalty to their sole ruler demonstrated a true Mandalorian that followed the Resol'nare word by word. Perhaps they were loyal to their president, but were these bodyguards loyal to one another? One thing was cooperation and another was loyalty between members.

His mind began to construct tactics and strategies to complete his take in the most effective and efficient way possible. And his concentration wasn't disturbed as he saw the barrage of blaster bolts being shot at him from one of the bodyguards that was between him and his target. Instead of being hit by those lethal bolts of energy that wouldn't kill him because of his armor the bolts met an aerosol of anti-blaster from the shell he just fired from his shell gun. A smirked appeared on the Rally Master's face as he was feeling cocky and over confident for his opponents. Even for the Force User he would be a challenge for her as he wasn't your average Bounty Hunter in the Galaxy. The Mandalorians weren't just famous for conquering stars, no, they were famous for being bounty hunters and mercenaries as their skill set was proved to be useful for these types of jobs.

While the aerosol was a shield to protect him from blaster bolts it wasn't something to shield him from the Force as a wave of energy was sent toward him knocking him off from his feet and stumbled, making a bigger gap between him and the Red Raven company. He stood up from the ground and looked at the woman who had, successfully, attacked him. "Best know what you got yourself into, dumb broad," the Redneck said through his buy'ce and was suspended in the air as he activated his repulsor pack and flied at the area of the Chiss and his bodyguards. In circles he flew around them and cocked the second barrel of his bloodstripe cannon which held a lethal, normal slug and fired directly at the Force User when she was in his line of fire. He wondered how this individual was to hold up against him now in the position she was in compared to Vilaz's.

Classic Mandalorian.

[member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Apparently the answer to her question was an affirmative, because he seemed just as cocky and arrogant as Keira had heard those of his culture were expected to be. It wasn't exactly surprising, in the long run, and however irritating his attitude was she had to admit that he knew what he was doing. It wasn't often that any bounty hunters who were after Cryax came so well-prepared with all manner of weaponry and ways to counter those already in the possession of their soon-to-be adversaries. This wasn't just another new kid on the block. This was someone that had experience with countless jobs similar, someone that knew the limits of their own capabilities and how to use them to his advantage. Someone she could respect, if he wasn't currently trying his best to kill her, and she him.

This wasn't her first showdown of a similar sort either, contrary to what he seemed to believe. This was just another day in the life of a Raven, with the popularity they seemed to be gaining of late. Bounties upon bounties had been placed on the leader of the syndicate, and it was only a matter of time before they each had a price on their head. At this point advances like this, while not exactly welcome, weren't something she tried to avoid either. If he wanted a fight she would give him one, complete with all the inherent dangers that came with facing down a Force user. She had the capacity to be just as overconfident as he was, especially when at odds. The problem was that she was skilled and knew it, perhaps a little too well. He seemed to have the same problem.

Then again, he had the prior knowledge to use slugs as opposed to any energy weapons, so maybe it wasn't all just talk. It was only one shot, and she managed to roll to the side in time, using that same momentum to loose her lightsaber from her hand, controlling the arc of the weapon with the Force as it sluiced through the air in a path towards his repulsor pack in an attempt to bring him down to ground level once more. Once she jumped to her feet the saber found her hand once more, and she held it in a relaxed grip, contemplating her next move. With the height he had on her thanks to the repulsor pack she would be all but required to use the Force, if just to disable the device and put them on an even playing field once more. There was a reason she had developed her skill in telekinesis and the other basic abilities above all else.

"You're the one flying around to avoid me. Scared?" If there was one way to irritate someone like this, it would be through comments directed at his supposed skill in battle. Remarks like this could be just as useful as any weapon in certain scenarios. For the moment she would allow his statement to roll off her back, having heard others of a similar nature a number of times before in her life. Everyone always seemed to underestimate her just because she was a woman, or maybe it was because they thought it would provoke her into attacking recklessly. True enough, it would have had that effect on her younger self, but she'd grown much in those years since leaving the Jedi. "You'd better be careful about what you've gotten yourself into. Wouldn't want to break a nail or anything."

This was going to be fun.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

A challenge would be provided for this woman who dared to stand up to him, and the Warrior had hoped the same from her. It wasn't everyday a man or a woman from culture full of warriors was met with an opponent with a skill set that could be respected that could compete with theirs. An example, or two, would be the Echanis and the Iridonians who's people were warriors. The Mandalorianz weren't just the only warrior culture in the Galaxy. There were many cultures that were similar to the Mando'ade, but the popular ones that people recognized were the Mando'ade, the Echanis, and the Iridonians. But these three cultures were rivals with one another for some apparent reason. Though, on the Mandalorian perspective they were proud and patriotic of their history and culture, and despised others that dared to call themselves Warriors and could fight a Mandalorian. Rivals they were, yet respect there was between them.

For the Redneck he was proud of his culture, and an arrogant patriot of it. While it was true many died, even a fellow vod, he still believed that hr and his brothers and sisters were tough and vicious fighters, and were highly skilled and deadly than any other individual in the Galaxy. One would say that pride would be the downfall for the Mandalorians, however, after surviving so many events that have occurred in the Galaxy which did affect the Mandalorian community whether it was positive or negative they still stood strong like a grand, old tree living longer than its other neighbors against strong and violent storms that shook people and governments, even destroyed them. From the Taung all the way to this day they remained strong and tough.

Many years the Mandalorians fought proudly against the Republic, the Sith, the Empires, and many other factions and syndicates. And their adversaries respected them even they fought against each other. Even enemies had the slightest bit of respect for each other. But that respect was of how their forces fought each other in combat, and when portraying their skills in the art of war they definitely earned respect and sent fear to their foes. And this female would know what business she got into. Morals would be put aside for they would make the Rally Master doubt himself or show the Force User some sense of remorse. It was wrong to harm a woman for societies such as Corusant, but Mandalorians fought anyone despite their gender, race, or species.

Still suspended in the air the Mandalorian was keeping a careful eye on the Force User and just as she rolled towards the he kept his body facing towards her. Luck seemed to be be on her side by just how she dodged the slug from his shell gun. But it wasn't a simple dodging maneuver. By the last second his stimuli reacted when he saw the lightsaber flying towards him. He turned to the saber and rather than slicing through the repulsor pack the slugthrower was sliced following a slash on the chest of Vilaz; however, the beskar chest plate on his armor protected him from lethal damage of the weapon. Though, the momentum of the throw pushed him back a little away from the Force User.

“Not bad," the Rally Master commented towards the Force User. Increasing the gap between the two individuals the Warrior deactivated his repulsor pack and had both feet on the ground with dual WESTARs pulled from their respective holsters. Volleys of blaster bolts were fired rapidly by his trigger finger on each firearm. The Bounty Hunter Jango Fett was deadly with these blaster pistols whenever used on whatever target he focused on. A demonstration would be shown of how famous these weapons were by this named Mandalorian. “Better start praying that face of yours don't get jacked up."

[member="Keira Ticon"]