I dont have it on me... [Hutt Cartel dominion over Formos]

[Urrossk]

Location: A Cantina
Objective: B
Friends: Don't last long
Enemies: Make good points for the scorekeeper

The human bandit known as Frini was held up on the third floor of the cantina, his eyes glued to the bustling below and forever watchful. A man with a bounty on their head was man that could not rest easily, paranoia always taking over ones actions and this day was no different then any other. He had a bird's eye view of the main entrance and his peripheral vision could pick up any obvious hunters approaching him on the third floor, for it was less populated with patrons then the main and second. Here Frini believed he could enjoy his ale and spice of choice in moderate peace. The human reached into his pocket for a lighter and slightly humped forward to ignite his death stick that he enjoyed so much.

He rose his head, exhaling the intoxicating smoke from his lungs. His eyes zeroed in on a large reptilian frame. Frini's face went pale as the infamous bounty hunter known as Urrossk was standing only a few meters from his current seated location. So silently he had come, his footfalls for such a large beast were unnoticed by the bandit. It was as if he had mystically appeared from the shadows, evading Frini's line of sight.

Frini fumbled for his blaster. The sound of the trandoshan's ancient Relby-v10 micro grenade launcher being raised made the bandit shriek and drop his own blaster. The human target panicked and thrusted upwards clinging on to the balcony's railing as he desperately looked for a daring escape. He could make the second balcony below if he was lucky. Problem was, luck was not on his side and the trandoshan was upon him in a instant, his three clawed hand gripping the human with immense strength. Frini become nothing more then dead weight in the unbreakable grasp of the bounty hunter, sobbing like a child. The stench of self deification flooded the trandoshan's large nostrils, such was the smell of victory. Urrossk did not hold onto his prey, but hurled him from the third floor balcony. There was a dull thud of a body hitting hard floor below.

The bounty hunter leaned over the railing as screams of pain rose up from the main galley. "Just his legs!" The trandoshan hissed "Guess this will be live capture!" His large bulbous eyes would scan his fallen prey for a few moments, judging that the man was not running anywhere fast.... or ever. Time to slow things down and enjoy the small things in life. Urrossk grabbed a chair and slid it against the railing, taking a seat where he still had advantage sight over the crippled body of his victim. Then he would take the cup of ale that frini had left behind and bring it to his toothy maw.

 

[Azula Tindara]

Objective B
Post 1
It was with considerable difficulty that Thrukk manoeuvred his bill through the doorway. A narrow doorway, and murky windows, perhaps this bar lived up to its reputation Thrukk thought.

He had a quick look around inside. It didn't look like the kind of place where drugs were distributed to dealers. It looked fairly plain to Thrukk. Of course, if that was the case this would be a nice easy job. This week his work had been to canvas some of the bars with a reputation in the underworld. He was checking them out and making contact where necessary. The other day a joint had voiced some distinct unhappiness with the idea of the Hutt cartel moving in on their business, even with half a tonne of houk smiling at them. At least they didn't take collateral damage out of his pay.

He looked to the bar, noticing [member="Vhaeri"] and her plaything. He sauntered over and took a seat down the far end.

"Jist a light bevvy an' a chaser please. A gallon ay ale an' a triple shot ay whiskey please," Thrukk said. It cost a lot of credits to get drunk at his weight, never mind the food bill. It was a good job his particular talents were in high demand in a Galaxy fractured by war.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Location: Landing At Formos
Objective: A - C.
Allies: Hutt Cartel & Co.
Enemies: Opposing Spice Dealers + Enemies Of The Hutt Cartel.
NPC: 10 Guards + Crew On BT-7 Thunderclap.
Posts: 3/20

Cadan nodded as [member="Ka-Aver"] spoke. He seemed to be a good man to have around, constantly keeping an ear to the ground. He should probably get a pay raise. "Maybe we should pay these Purple Rejects a visits 'ey? Especially if this thing is goin' around takin' out criminals. Wouldn't want 'im to take all the credits!" The pirate said laughing.

Cadan too down his shot, and followed Ka-Aver's eyes to [member="Vhaeri"] was this a women that the Weequay was eyeing off? Anyway, Cadan shook the thought aside.

"I reckon first we should go to the Purple Rejects. Maybe this vigilant will meet us there or somethin'?" Cadan said as his eyes drifted over to [member="Tiali Orazio"] and [member="Ashalah Ky"] who seemed to be off together drinking.
[member="Matthew Mar'Tin"]

 

[Ka-Aver]

Location: Cantina
Objective A-C
Allies Hutty hutt cartel
Enemies: [member="Vhaeri"] (?) [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"] (?)
Post 4//20

Ka-Aver nodded to [member="Cadan Tazi"].

"Zure bozz. Youz want uz to head over right now?" he asked and slammed his empty shot on the table.

Ka-Aver did not mind doing some dirty work. It was his life and had been for as long as he could remember. Cadan was a very good leader, perhaps one of the better to handle these things which was reasuring. Still, the rumor about that phantom was ill boding. Invisible opponents made him consider it would be a force user of some kind and those people were very pesky. He had faced a few and it almost always ended up with alot of serious destruction and loss of credits. And thats when the hutts got angry... He did not want that...

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Tiali was wearing his custom made Urban camo suit Mk-I his visor covering his face vibroblades on the top side of his forearms and awrist mounted sonic pistol on his right under forearm. The tikulini leather covering most of his body with durasteel helmet, shoulder pads and chest guard. His belt had an assortment of grenades and a JT-12 jetpack attached to his back. to the lower parts he wore magno-grip boots, with two LL-30 pistols either side of his thighs.

Dropping his drink to the table he turns to [member="Ashalah Ky"] "Come on. We do have a job to do people to kill, places to be." He stands from the bar to approach [member="Cadan Tazi"] "Give us the co-ordinates of the gangs, and we'll do a disappearing trick on them."

Flicking on his visor he awaited for Cadan's instruction for the area.

[member="Ka-Aver"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Location: Landing At Formos
Objective: C.
Allies: Hutt Cartel & Co.
Enemies: Opposing Spice Dealers + Enemies Of The Hutt Cartel.
NPC: 10 Guards + Crew On BT-7 Thunderclap.
Posts: 4/20

Cadan nodded to [member="Ka-Aver"] before looking over to [member="Tiali Orazio"] and [member="Ashalah Ky"]. But to his surprise Tiali was already near him, "Ten points for enthusiasm." Cadan said with a wide, evil grin across his face. "Now Ka-Aver knows more than meself so you listen to 'im and you should be fine." The pirate said as he stood up and slapped Tiali on the back.

Cadan then made his way towards
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[Vinskk Revamp]

Location: Landing At Formos
Objective: C
Allies: Hutt Cartel & Co.
Enemies: Enemies Of The Hutt Cartel
NPCs: Free-Eyes, the 120 man crew of the Black Talon
Posts: 1/20

The Black Talon touched down on a landing pad. Formos. Vinskk clicked in disdain from the bridge, overlooking the bustling yard in front of him outside the viewing windows. This place was a smuggling haven, a den for all sorts of crime. Not much of a market for slaving, but there's always a buyer. Business wasn't what he was here for though, not today.

He was here to serve the Hutts today.

The Trandoshan turned to his first mate, Free-Eyes. The Gran was fiddling with the controls on the main board of the bridge, carefully calibrating the landing of the vessel. Various Astro-mechs went back and forth from the various panels that were instrumental to the capital ship. Free-Eyes stopped typing away and noticed that the Trandoshan was looking at him. "We're set, Captain. I'll lower the walkway for you. Vinskk hissed, "Assemble 20 of the soldiers. Make sure Darkgear leads."

Free-Eyes made the call on the PA system the bridge held to notify the crew all throughout the ship.
"Strike team, assemble at exit. Strike team, assemble at exit."
Vinskk departed the bridge, leaving Free-Eyes in charge of the Black Talon. Moving through the various decks and passages, he passed through the detention block as well. Autoturrets locked on the Trandoshan for a second before reading his signature and returning to a neutral state. Everything seemed calm, and the head of security in the slavery section affirmed this with a status report.

Vinskk finally made it to the exit, where the gangway would open up to the city. At the large space stood 20 fierce soldiers, cloaked, each concealing a R-5 magnum into their hidden armor. These bezerkers were the best the Cartel could afford, and their leader Darkgear stepped up. He was a wild-eyed, black haired man with a warrior's spirit and a bloodthirst to match. "We gonna kill some blokes, or what, boss?, he asked in his thick Crescent Dawn accent.
Vinskk smiled at him and said, "Trandoshan has been ordered to deal with gangs however Vinskk sees fit." A large smile cracked the Human's face as he roared in laughter. The slavers began cheering as Vinskk lowered the gangway, exiting the Talon, looking for blood...

 

[Azula Tindara]

Objective: B
Location: Bar

Thrukk’s glanced around at the occupants of the room surreptitiously. It was clear several people were watching him back, but that wasn’t entirely surprising; people tended to stare at the massive Houk under any circumstances. So he took his time, he draft slowly and kept his wits about him.

Sometimes, he knew, a snapshot was not enough to understand a situation. You had to observe for a period of time first. As he sat on his stools, which occasionally creaked ominously. Over a short period of time, it was quite apparent that this was the correct location. Rather suspicious characters would arrive, speak to the barman, and then head off to a private room. It seemed the narcotics distribution was in full flow.

Thrukk placed his tankard down on the bar and waved the heavy-set human over. “Sae Ah tak' it ye ken barsai?” he asked.

A tangible silence fell across the room. It was punctuated only by a few sounds. They sounded suspiciously like hold-out blasters being turned on, and knives being unsheathed.

“I'll tak' 'at as a yes!” Thrukk smiled.

 

[Ka-Aver]

Location: Cantina
Objective A-C
Allies Hutty hutt cartel
Enemies: [member="Vhaeri"] (?) [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"] (?)
Post 5//20



Ka-Aver nodded to [member="Cadan Tazi"]

"Zure thing bozz." he watched as Cadan took off. Seemingly to go enjoy a bath. Ka-Aver was not going to question it. If the boss wanted a bath thats what the boss was getting.

He turned to [member="Tiali Orazio"] and leaned in.

"The Purple rejectz got thiz cantina you zee. I got word the back room is filled with goods. Goods the hutts can turn into money as well. Buuut... there iz rumorz about thiz crime fighting phantom around too youz zee. I dunno, the bozz zaid you take em out. But watch your corners Mr Orazio." Ka-Aver explained to the infameous bounty hunter. If there was someone the phantom should fear it was [member="Tiali Orazio"] - that much was certain but then. Those stories were pretty scary.

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

Objective C
Location: En route to a warehouse
Post: 2/20

The Trandoshan and his motley crew had spent time at a local cantina asking the natives about info they might have about local spice runners and such. Vinskk had gathered from a credible source that there was a local warehouse acting as a front for a massive smuggling operation. So they were on their way, shoving through the streets and walkways.

Darkgear had asked his Trandoshan captain, "What's our attack strategy, boss? It's gonna be well defended. These jokers are established, apparently." Vinskk looked at the slaver. He was his favorite human for a reason.

"Kill everyone there."
The crew nodded and flashed dark, toothy smiles at each other. It had been a while since they've experienced a proper fight. These Jackals were skilled professionals, and some of the assignments recently had been far too easy for them. But this sounded like a proper battle.
They continued to move to the warehouse they'd been told about, ready for anything...

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Objective: B - Cantina Shuffle
Location: Buffler's Halt Pub, Sector 3
Post count: 1 of 20

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The smoke hung thick in the air.

The gamblers assembled around the illuminated table was an assortment of the galaxy's lowest lifeforms. Smugglers. Spacers. Wanderers. Fringers.

And a tow-headed boy who might have been ten years old on his next birthday.

With a flourish, the small child flipped his card-chips down on the table. "Oh yeah. Twenty-one," the youngling chirped, standing on his knees in the seat as he looked over the battlefield of discarded playing cards and credit cubes with the self-satisfied smirk of a would-be king. "Drop. The. Com," the boy chimed playfully as he reached for the sabaac pot.

A Lethan Twi'lek whipped the back of the boy's hand faster than grandma's wooden spoon standing guard over the cookie batter.

Snapping his hand back, the boy rubbed the back of his hand protectively as the Twi'lek unveiled his own hand. An Idiot's Array.

With an exaggerated sigh, the youngling just seemed to collapse back into the chair that was two times too large for him. "What the kark," the boy murmured, his head gazing up at the ceiling as though to curse the gods. Flopping forward, the child gazed over the winning hand as the dealer droid swept the card-chips away to be re-dealt. A jerk of his head flipped an errant strand of hair out of his eyes. "That is sooooooo poodoo."

Several players got up from the table, folding for the last time. New players would cycle in, especially as the Twi'lek took his money and decided to bow out before the next round. A wise move. Sooner or later the house was going to take note of his winnings, and the house always wanted its cut.

Pouting, the youngling knight just rested his chin on the table as he waited for the players to ante up and for the cards to be dealt.

 

[Ashalah Ky]

Ash moved with the group into the cantina, her blue eyes scanning over the crowd there before settling on [member="Cadan Tazi"] and @Ka-Aver. Looked like they were already talking business. Pirates like Cadan sure move fast. At the voice of [member="Tiali Orazio"], her gaze flicked to him and she nodded, adjusting her blaster on her hip. "Sure."

Listening to Ka-Aver carefully, she nodded at the instructions. "It shouldn't be a problem," she addressed the Weequay, crossing her arms over her chest. "Get in, get to the back room, simple stuff." Glancing over at Tiali, she let a coy smile turn up the corners of her grey lips. "I'll let you take the front lines on this run. I'll watch the corners, and your back."

 

[Astoach]

Objective: E. (Raisin' Hell)
Location: Formos Village
Enemies: Formor Village
Allies: The Hutt Cartel & [member="Sempra the Hutt"]
NPC: Thraxxus Kolme
Post Count: 2/20

"So, let me get this straight," intervened Thraxxus, "so that no more confrontation arises over this because, should anything have ever been driven into me, it's that you hate repeating yourself."

"Fair enough," replied Astoach. The pair, shouldering their weapons with unprecedentedly soothed behavior, strolled like a pair of young boys, chatting of the dreams ahead, down a road paved by fire. It was only the township outskirts, certainly, but the fire crews -- and additional emergency response vessels -- had since been evaporated and disposed of. It was not a matter of intensity, for no air of passion enveloped the twin avatars of destruction as they curtailed the survivors through hailfire of plasma, instead, it was a matter of simple professionalism, building up their bodies to a poise of official standing and whatever lackluster boredom that accompanied it, as evident in their tone.

"So, you have me sit out here for three days, keeping tabs on the influx of traders, scoundrels, etcetera. Okay, you know what? I can grasp the concept of this," chatted Thraxxus Kolme, gaunt and grim purveyor of death-dealing, and long-term henchmen of the Dark Comedy, primarily earned through his idle disconcert when presented with such situations of untold chaos, seeing it as a casual detonation of climaxes come to head, though recollecting it with the boredom of a child, dragged through an antiques auction by a grandparent's hand. "You don't want any surprises, you want to control the situation; all in all, it's very Astoach of you-" With that comment, said-Astoach cast him a very spiteful glance. "Which, assuredly isn't a bad thing. You're an expert, this is how you do things and when you do things, you get them done. I trust you. But where my conscious understanding ends is why we're doing this in the first place."

"Isn't it obvious?"

"With all due respect, Astoach: I wouldn't be asking if it was."

"Pizzaz."

As the pair waltzed down the path of war, an awkward silence fell upon them in a smothering manner, suffocating them continuously until Thraxxus Kolme managed to compute this notion through the cogs of mental process, chugging along in a train of thought until the spark of realization struck with the reserved demeanor of a clap of thunder. "Ah... eh, beg your pardon?" he inquired, confused but not yet breaking stride. Astoach, at first, only clasped his hands together in what initially could be interpreted as partial applause, that is, until his lips gave way to a voice of passionate ripostes, glancing blows at the insinuations of Kolme's own lack of artistic vision, "Pizzaz, Thraxxus. Glamour. The attractive or exciting quality that makes certain people or things seem appealing or special. A noun."

"I'm not stupid, sir. I know it's a noun."

"Well you certainly lack the cultured intellect most sentient beings possess to grasp the effort of such pizzaz, Thraxxus," he retorts, drawing him within the range of his oral artillery. "It is through this we draw our signature with grace and, well, you know the rest. That whole dominion situation? Fantastic, we'll just nudge him and go: "O Mighty Sempra, we have conquered this village who put up such drastic resistance to the cause." You know what? He eats it right up, like a freakin' rancor eats some nubile twi'lek virgins-"

"Do they, sir?"

"Do they what, Thraxxus?" said Astoach, exasperated.

"Do they eat virgins?"

"That's besides the point, you dolt," he barked, stiffening his gait and forcing Thraxxus to quicken his advance, inhaling sharply in desperation not to fall behind the long-legged Astoach. "That was only an aside. My goal isn't the favor of the Hutts, not here at least, for it's simply a byproduct should I ever feel confident in the opportunity. What we have here is instinct; I am grasping out to pull taught all of these strings of fortune for further use and, through my thoughtful prose of fate, I deem this to be an excellent opportunity to our future. This village here? It's nothing, worthless just as the dirt beneath it, but, elongated, you might see the greater mission behind it, Thraxxus. But I will never spoil it for you, so use that head of yours and think for once."

"An omen!"

"Exactly! What we do here is no solution, we are asking the question."

"And the answer?"

"It solves itself naturally, of course. That's the whole point of doing it out in the big, wide and open world rather than painting walls with prophecies wrought in fecal matter. Spilt blood has power, Thraxxus; it's what makes the Galaxy tick!"

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Objective: B - Cantina Shuffle
Location: Buffler's Halt Pub, Sector 3
Post count: 2 of 20

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The dealer droid was on the take.

The Trandoshan had a cheater up his sleeve, the Echanti had shuffled in a skifter, and the Duros was the one who'd bribed the droid.

Was there anyone at the table who wasn't cheating? The answer was no. Not even the Jedi. He'd suspected the Transdoshan, but only knew about the Duros, the droid, or the Echanti because the small Anzat was using Force Telepathy to cheat as well.

Pro tip: Don't play sabaac with a Jedi.

Or a Sith (they'll cut you).

Or a Wookiee (let the Wookiee win).

In fact, just don't play sabaac. Life would be simpler that way.

So, the fourth time that the "randomizer" left the youngling holding a pair of deuces and the Idiot, the tow-headed Corellian looked up from his card-chips and debated just what he was going to do. Particularly since both the Duros and the Echanti were holding twenty-one. In all liklihood, the Trandoshan planned on using his cheater to make it three identical hands. Or drop an Idiot's Array.

In the best case scenario, the small Anzat would fold, take the credits he'd bet as a loss, and just walked away. Maybe used this as a reminder of the fact that Jedi were supposed to be peaceful. And selfless. And turn the other cheek.

The the worst case scenario, the Echanti was already planning to take out the Trandoshan first -- as the largest dude at the table.

Which, violence might not be the answer, but right now it sure seemed the better option.

As the Trandoshan reached across the table to ante into the hand pot, the small Corellian made a slight gesture with two fingers. A thin, concealed bracelet dropped from out of the Trandoshan's sleeve a moment later, clattering as it spun on its edge against the table top.

In a second, all color drained from out of the Trandoshan's scales.

The Echanti immediately snapped forward, grabbing the Trandoshan by the offending arm. The Duros pushed back from the table and the words every cantina loved to hear echoed loudly within the confines of the bar.

"CHEATER!"

And, with those words, the fight started.

The Duros was grabbing the credits and making a run for it. Including the cut he'd promised the dealer droid, who tackled the Duros before he'd gone five feet. The Trandoshan flipped the table, and the Echanti was rearing back for the attack.

Which was when the size six kid's shoe connected with the side of the Echanti's head.

Hey, he might be small but he was a Corellian.

And what Corellian did you know that walked away from a bar fight? Jedi or otherwise?

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Location: Orbitting Formos
Objective: E
Allies: Hutt Cartel & Co.
Enemies: Opposing.
NPC: B2 Battle Droid, and their B 1 counterparts.
Posts: 1/20

He didn't administer a reign of terror, just the occasional light shower. And it was with that he appeared, aboard his Kossak class frigate, flanked by a Flying huttmen and a Jabba class transport, the former to house his ego, the latter to reinforce the troops on the ground and to act as a prison to space terrorists, which of course were just people who didn't agree with [member="Sempra the Hutt"], but no one agreed with the Hutt so it was just a prison for the stupid or loud.

"Let it be known I'm orbiting, reinforcements and holding locations are in supply if needed. And I swear to the solar winds if you let another communication that's actually just an add for Jemba's moon pies through, I will get very metaphorical."

He lounged openly on his chair, he was spinning aimlessly. All the power in the Kessel sector, and he was managing back-up, he thought he'd have people to do this for him or at least the paper work that always seemed to appear after capturing a planet, and you couldn't let anyone besides Sempra, or himself do it cause they always seemed to write a small clause saying they get the biggest mansion and its made of credits.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Objective: B - Cantina Shuffle
Location: Buffler's Halt Pub, Sector 3
Post count: 3 of 20

There is a certain art to the bar fight.

To begin, one must appropriately choose a weapon. There was the quintessential billiards cue. Or the classic broken bottle. Some connoisseurs of the burly brawl even liked to throw a chair in a bar fight.

Others, threw Anzats.

The boy's body went careening through the air, slamming into a Gamorrean who'd been nursing a stout and a bowl of disgusting looking green gruel. In short order, the Sor-Jan Bomb that had just been delivered, courtesy of the Trandoshan by the way, detonated with the stout splattering up along the walls and green sludge flying everywhere - mostly on Sor-Jan - as the boy belly-flopped down onto the bowl of gruel.

"Oof--"

With a grunt, the youngling knight lay sprawled out on the table, trying to enjoy the sudden stillness. And not think about the smell or the sensation of warm gruel seeping in through his clothes. The Gamorrean, on the other hand, was a tad bit upset that there was a youngling in his soup. With a sweep of his arm, the burly, porcine creature swept the table clean. Plates, younglings, flatware. Even the napkin.

I mean, who knocked their napkin on the floor on purpose? Seriously, who does that?

Dropped onto his butt, the boy smacked down onto the floor. More gruel slopped over the top of him, as the bowl landed on top of his head like a porcelain helmet. A meaty, green hand grabbed the child by the front of his tunic a moment later, lifting him clear off the ground as the Gamorrean hefted the child up, shaking him roughly as he squealed his displeasure with what had happened to his beer.

Jabbing both his fists into the fat folds of the porcine's neck, the boy managed to surprise the Gamorrean enough that the pig alien let go. Landing on his feet, and flailing to keep his balance as he slipped on spilled gruel, the small Anzat grabbed onto the Gamorrean's belt in order to steady himself.

And, now, it was his turn again.

Through the Force, the child lifted up the Gamorrean, pitching him from over his shoulder in a mockery of an Echanti combat throw. He was bowling for Trandoshan's. He missed, but he did manage to get the Echanti. And the Duros. And the bartender.

Which, was probably overkill. But, anytime you were throwing Gamorrean's like grav-balls, it was going to be a 'fire-for-effect' rather than a precision weapon.

"Whoa!"

Not to be outdone, the Trandoshan grabbed the dealer droid, the small Anzat skittering to get out of the path of the projectile as it went sailing by, screaming in a mechanical whine.

Admittedly, this was turning out to be the most fun game of sabaac he'd played in weeks.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Location: Orbitting Formos, aboard his Space barge
Objective: E
Allies: Hutt Cartel & Co. [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
Enemies: Yes?.

Posts: 6/20

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Yes, Formos was an interesting world for Sempra, personal memories aside.
The cartel needed it. Its distant location made it so appealing to those who were trying to get away from the watchful eyes of the Galactic republic or the silver coalition. Or, some whispered, even the Techno Union.

Sempra had issues with the later now. They had embraced the hutt core worlds into their bussom as part of having solidified their alliance with the hated red ravens. A clever move that surely would cause the cartel great harm in the future.

But for now his eyes were set on the markets below.

[member="Cadan Tazi"] was already spreading their tentacles into the underworld of Formos and they had several paid and very skilled guns on the ground making sure the troublesome street gangs would fall in sooner or later. There was imply no other organisation that could measure itself against the hutt cartel in this part of the galaxy. Beside, no other power had an interest in this seemingly meaningless world. UInless you had need of smugglers. For smugglers looked upon Formos as a safe haven and Sempra intended for it to remain as such.
But the jobs they would be performing would be to a much larger degree oriented toward Cartel affiars then before. that was the entire intention by grasping the world.
Smugglers were the life line of the basic cartel economy and a steady supply of good pilots and fast ships had to be secured.

"Most majestic master." the pale albino slave offered with a deep bow.

"Admiral Mcnash has entered the system."

"Ah, good. I was missing an escort." the hutt chuckled.

"Open a channel to the admiral. and let him know where we are. Tell him That we should show the smugglers that the cartel is very much present but keep all ships leaving and arriving know that they are under protection. The word about Formos as a profitable and secure haven for smugglers must remain."

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Objective: B - Cantina Shuffle
Location: Buffler's Halt Pub, Sector 3
Post count: 4 of 20

It was all well and good, until someone pulled a blaster.

"No blasters! NO BLASTERS!"

Did anyone really think saying that was going to stop somebody from pulling a burner?

The Duros had gone for his first. The Echanti had gotten there before he could draw it from the holster, a vibroknife gleaming before spurts of blood erupted from out of the Duros' neck. The Trandoshan had a blaster out, taking shots at the Echanti, who was now using the Duros as a human shield. The Gamorrean was changing across the bar toward the small Anzat, like a raging bull, and the bartender was going for a blaster under the bar top.

Stretching out his hand, a handful of credit cubes flew up from off the floor to the youngling knight's waiting palm. Yeah, the game had gone to hell. But he was at least getting his deposit back. Clutching his fingers around the handful of credits, the boy turned and leapt up from the floor with a windmill kick.

As he did, the table where the Gamorrean had been eating earlier was lifted up from the floor in time with the rising of the Anzat's toe. As the boy's weight brought him around and down, that table went up, went out, and then went down. The pressboard shattering as it broke over the top of the Gamorrean's head.

Forget breaking chairs over people. When it came to raging Gamorreans, you had to step up your game.

The Trandoshan was in a shoot-out with the bartender. The Duros was dead on the floor. And the Echanti had vanished. Which, it definitely seemed like it was time to go. Crouching low behind the stunned body of the porcine brawler, the small Jedi crept low as he started making his way for the door.

Exit, stage right.

 

[Ka-Aver]

Location: Still the Cantina
Objective A-C
Allies Hutty hutt cartel [member="Ashalah Ky"] [member="Tiali Orazio"]
Enemies: Vhaeri (?) Matthew Mar'Tin (?)
Post 7//20

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Ka-Aver chuckled at [member="Ashalah Ky"]. She sure was self confident. Butr then why shouldnt she. Having done all sorts of jobs and stuff for the cartel had hardened her. She was no longer that little slave girl running around the hutt palace fetching drinks. Perhaps she never really was, but regardless. Apart from Mr Orazio this was one he did not want to get in the way of.

"Well," he started while his eyes shadowed [member="Cadan Tazi"] as he left for the baths. Once he had left and there was no way he could overhear what they were speaking of the weequay continued. "This gang would not be a problem if wez got more people. But the bozz took em to the bathz, didnt he? Be careful not to get zhot will ya." Ka-Aver did not have many he cared for but fighting side by side with these low lives did create a strange sense of companionship. He had gotten used to these non-weequay now and even though he missed [member="Thraxis"] tnhis was a good group to hang with. And he knew he could count on them if things got heated. they were all to much in the cartel kark to walk away by now.

He turned to the infameous bounty hunter at Ash's side.

"Do you wantz me to tag along Mr Orazio? Or I could arrange a getaway tranzport for ya?"

 

[Moah]

Location: Formos spaceport
Allies/Enemies: No
Objective : E
Post Count: 1


Moah ate a simple breakfast at a Diner in front of Formos spaceport, staring at nothing in particular in front of him.

A small seed of a plan had formed inside the smuggler's head. It was just a tiny thing. Moah had lots of such little things slowly sprouting in his head all the time. Most wilted. But this one was different. He could see it clearly. It had sharp clear edges. He could turn it around, see it from all directions and it retained its form. Almost as if it wasn't a plan at all, but a memory of a future that hadn't yet happened. It had consumed his attention for the past week. One obstacle in particular kept him up. Technically very simple. He needed muscle. The more the better. But he didn't know anyone like that, not personally. And as the week passed Moah's seed looked to be in greater danger of simply withering away.

Moah pondered simply forgetting it as he finished breakfast after a glitterstim run at a Formos diner inside their spaceport. After all, it was just an idea. There was no loss in moving on, and he was very familiar to the process by now. The Diner's doors flew open and a pilot announced.

Sempra's barge is in orbit! Turn on the news!

Like most smugglers operating in Hutt Space, Moah had heard of the Sempra's recent Cartel expansions. It was all most smugglers had talked about for weeks. Even if he hadn't been interested, Moah would know all about Sempra, now a veritable celebrity in the underworld. But he was interested in the grand movements of the cartels and syndicates across the galaxy. And that was definitely Sempra's barge.

A wicked idea jumped to the forefront of the smuggler's attention. He would ask Sempra for help. But no, for what? All he had was a plan, and you can't ask a Hutt boss for help with just words and a datapad to back you up. And he wasn't even sure Sempra was on board. And if he was that he had time to see him. He certainly didn't. What was the Hutt doing here anyways? He knew cartel smugglers were regularly in Formos, but this was neutral turf. Maybe it was some sort of meeting between the syndicates.

Either way, Moah knew chances like this had to be seized upon. And if he couldn't speak to Sempra perhaps he could attract the attention of someone who could.

The smuggler ran off, the waitstaff yelling after him as he hadn't paid for his food. Crossing the street to the dock Moah sprinted to his own vessel, leapt inside, ignored the usual diagnostics, turned his sublight engines to full blast as soon as the engines started humming and started closing the distance to Sempra's yacht.

Moah had no idea what he was doing, but he knew he had to do it.

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]