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

[Sempra the Hutt]

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

Posts: 8/20

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The barge sailed on and awaited a response of the hail to [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] and his flag ship. Sempra knew that the cyborg admiral was orchestrating a smaller fleet movement across hutt space and even though he did not enjoy being kept waiting he somewhere understood and let it rest, at least for a while...

Moving to inspect the scenery again he watched as the planet turned around its own axis down there. How many lives were working and plotting to get their pitiful lives on track he mused. Formos was a place filled with opportunists and criminals alike. The cartel belonged here, that was for certain.

In the distance he could actually see the small dot approaching them but he did not take much notice. After all, ships came and left from that planet often enough.

"Most gracious and wise Sempra. An unidentified freighter is approaching and the captain wants to know what to do." his trusted slave broke the silence.

Sempra sighed, silly people. that ship cant pose much of a threat. Especially with the @flannigan macnash and his Kossak destroyer near by.

"No, tell the captain to hail it instead. We do not want to upset the smuggler community by shooting them down on random. Have him recalculate his route." if people only could start thinking on their own.

Moments later inside the freighter of [member="Moah"] a signal opened up the com.

"Unknown freighter. This is the Toshiba, Space Barge. Lower your speed and change your direction or we will consider your approach a threat." the shield of the Toshiba went up as the message was delivered. the captain took no chances. After all, he was driving around with one of the most infamous hutts in this part of space.

 

[Moah]

Objective: E
Allies/Enemies: None
Location: Over Formos

How does one attract the attention of a Hutt? Moah believed he had answered that question. But how does one keep it was the problem his mind was burning trying to answer. His hold had just been emptied. He had credits from the sale, but its not like he could use them at the moment, and they were mere grains of sand to the owner of a luxury yacht. Moah couldn't juggle or dance. His freighter had thankfully already been refueled. It never hurt a smuggler to make friends with spaceport maintenance. A full tank in case things go sour planet-side was worth every credit spent on tips and every moment chatting. A message burst forth from his comms, interrupting his thoughts.

"Unknown freighter. This is the Toshiba, Space Barge. Lower your speed and change your direction or we will consider your approach a threat."

As Moah received the message he eased back on the throttle and broke off his previous trajectory to the right, but then changing back to the left, the fly by night a wide loop that left him back at where he started, but with the ship's guns pointed away from the barge. The ship's repulsorlift's held it still in front of the Toshiba. As he did this he uttered through the comms.

"Achuta Lorda Sempra."

A greeting befitting a Hutt of Sempra's stature. Moah still wasn't sure Sempra was on board, but he suspected so.

"Moah Ides, piloting the Fly by Night. Hyperspace explorer and purveyor of all things exotic and rare, at your service."

The pilot bided time with pleasantries. He paused a moment, and lowered his ship slightly as if bowing. Then it struck him. An answer to his question. It was his only option.

"In honor of your visit to Formos, I'd like to propose an amusement for his Huttness. A race. Through hyperspace. Between me and any of your pilots."

But to where? Moah considered the Kessel run, but discarded proposing it. A fine, grand race, but depending on the conditions it could take the better part of a day. Unless scheduled, it really wasn't something people would stick around for. But to where? He had a couple ideas for shorter races, but none of them popped out at him. He waited for the Toshiba's response.

[member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Location: Orbitting Formos, aboard his Space barge
Objective: E
Allies: Hutt Cartel & Co. [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Moah"]
Enemies: No?

Posts: 9/20

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At first the captain on the Toshiba was about to disregard the message sent and send the freighter on its way. He pressed the com button, but held the thought for s second then released it.

"Inform the supreme Mogul that this smuggler would like to hold a race in his honor." he told his second on the bridge who forwarded the message instantly.

There was some time for [member="Moah"] to wait. The space barge floated still beside the smaller freighter in space keeping its weapons online the entire time.

Then the com sparked to life and a deep resonating voice spoke out in Hutteese.

"Let it be known that Sempra Besadii Dhakun approves of this race. All who participates in honor of my return to Formos shall be noted. And the winner of this race will be rewarded personally by me."

The voice dissapeared and another more soft and gentle voice took room.

"We have identified your ship as the property of a [member="Moah"] - the Toshiba will start the race once you have anyone to race against. Inform us when you are ready to start and the great and wise Sempra will personally declare the race started."

 

[Azula Tindara]

“You have business with Barsai?” the bartender asked. His tone carried an undercurrent of malice, which Thrukk decided to ignore.

“Ah was hopin' we cood hae a discussion abit 'at bein' th' way ay things in future, actually,” Thrukk replied.

“Sorry?”

“I was hoping to do business in future,” Thrukk replied deliberately in a neutral accent.

The bartender nodded his head, his eyes flicked to one side as if he was sharing a look with someone behind Thrukk.

“We heard about a fella’ looking like you. Made a real mess in Shanti’s place,” the bartender replied at a whisper. It didn’t matter, a blanket of silence had descended across the bar. There was a scrape behind Thrukk.

“Aye,” he said. “An' jist sae we're clear, as Ah wooldnae want ye tae misunderstand me again: Tell th' bloke behind me tae sit his erse back doon.”

An even deeper silence settled across the bar. Everything hinged on what happened next.

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Tiali Looks to Ka-aver in confusion "Escape???" He says with curiosity mixed into the tone "No no I don't think so, come along, help out but there wont be any left standing to escape from." He begins to make his way towards the back, nodding his head towards Ashala ky "Let's kick some arse."

Tiali looks Back ensuring his two colleagues were by his side to start the slaughter. Tiali stares down the first target's just two simple guards at the entrance.

@Ashala ky
[member="Ka-Aver"]

 

[Ka-Aver]

Location: Streets of formos
Objective: C
Allies: Hutt Cartel, [member="Tiali Orazio"] @ashala ky
Enemies: Rival gang

Posts: 10/20

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Ka-Aver nodded at [member="Tiali Orazio"]

"Zure, I can smash folks for youz." he grinned.

Ka-Aver positioned himself on the right flank of [member="Tiali Orazio"] and held out his glaive in an imposing manner. He looked bigger this way and it usually scared his enemies. He liked that.

Casting a glance at @ashala ky he knew these two would kick ass. He would make sure to look out for his own back, since he was guessing they would be looking at each others. Regardless, a fight was always better with more people on your side then not.

"Youz want us to charge or wait for zome grand plan or zo?" he then asked Orazio realizing looking good was only part of beating folks up.

 

[Ashalah Ky]

Location: Formos
Objective: C
Allies: Cartel, [member="Ka-Aver"], [member="Tiali Orazio"]
Enemies: Rival gang

Well looks like things were happening. Then again, she couldn't expect anything less from Cartel members. Getting up from her seat, she slipped her vibroblade from its holder on her hip. "Let's get this party started." Focusing on Tiali's target, she lightly tapped him on the arm, subtley while keeping the blade hidden at her side. "Go for the one on the left. I got right."

Glancing back at Ka-Aver, she nodded to him. "Watch our backs, kay?" Then she made her way to her target. "Hey," she had approached him seductively to throw him off guard, before plunging the dagger into a chink in his armour in his side.

 

[Moah]

LOCATION: Above Formos in front of the Toshiba
OBECTIVE: E
ALLIES/ENEMIES: Neither
POSTS: 3

The pilot's posture eased at hearing the race was accepted. His heart rate began returning to something like normal. He focused on the task ahead. Word would be filtering out to smugglers and others on Formos shortly. He had time to plan beforehand. The race would be to Sriluur and back. Fetch something of the Hutt's from the White Palace and come back. Perhaps something delicate, something that needed to be brought quickly. Some chilled dish perhaps, something with an intuitive way of showing how fast a pilot was.

Activity from the planet had temporarily stopped on announcement of the Toshiba's arrival, but Moah began noticing the remergence of blue points in the dark again. Ion engines. It was harder to see if a starship was coming towards him thought. His anti-collision tracker would pick them up soon if any were. He had the feeling some were. He sat back in the cockpit, put his feet up and closed his eyes for a moment.

Moah focused on the void and the coming trials. They would be heading through the Delacrix system, unfortunate bit of space to navigate. Having three stars and numerous planets gave it a large, but more importantly, unpredictable mass signature. You had to jump out of hyperspace at the edge and then reach another as quickly as possible. That's where Moah suspected the race would be won or lost.

As to the rival pilots, Moah felt a slight pit in his stomach. Something dark was coming from Formos. Someone. The kind of person you don't want to be in a race in. And he was usually right about these things. The pilot opened his eyes. He was ready.

Spoiler

[member="Flanigan Mcnash"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Ashalah Ky"] [member="Ka-Aver"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Darth Arya"] [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Astoach"] [member="Urrossk"] [member="Vinskk Revamp"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Objective: E - Clean up on aisle 9!
Location: Zord's Atmosphere Baths
Post count: 5 of 20

After brawling with a Gamorrean, and having an entire bowl of some green gruel dumped on top of him, 2-1B wouldn't even allow the small Anzat aboard the Alderaan Queen without first taking a bath.

Stripping from out of the traditional garb of the Jedi of the Old Republic, the youngling deposited his tunic and trousers into a clothes hamper. The earthy brown tones boasted an unhealthy green splatter. Not green like the color of the boy's sage robes. This was more of a poodoo green. And the smell gave all indications that it was better to not ask what was in the soup of the day served up at the cantina.

He'd asked how much it would cost to have the clothes laundered. The spa answered ten credits... to burn them.

Never let it be said that you couldn't lose your shirt in a sabaac game.

Tossing his under garments into the basket, the young Jedi proceeded from out of the disrobing room and into the first chamber. A refresher for cleaning the body, removing grease or dirt, before moving into the atmosphere steam baths. The 2-1B medical droid he'd inadvertently brought with him from the year 19 BBY was bringing him a change of clothes from the ship. And the juvenile Kamino clone trooper was along for the bath - yet another decision of the younglings' self-proclaimed child-minder, 2-1B.

The Corellian kid stepped under the particle stream in the public refresher, as globs of concealed green sludge was rinsed from out of his hair. A scum-y film of verdant, brackish water pooled around the boy's feet, as he worked some shampoo into the mass of stringy knots that was now plastered against his head. He winced as his fingers were snagged, pulling through the hair as he fought to clean and straighten the matted mess.

A spout of water struck, the sudden spray catching the boy just below his right eye. Snapping his head up, the boy was confronted by the sight of the coppery skinned clone holding a plastic toy modeled after an E-11 blaster carbine.

The clone trooper had come armed with a water blaster.

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Location: Formos
Objectives: Kill
Allies: Cartel and co
Enemies: Rival gangs


Tiali continued the approach steadily, once close he immediately flicks out the right hand blade from it's casing on his forearm. Creating a clean cut straight through the guards neck. Tiali stands tall watching the head roll onto the floor, turning to the other two "So who's knocking?"

Being in a cantina or street like area the close by unarmed and inocents begin to flee the area for safety, away from the fighting

[member="Ashalah Ky"]
[member="Ka-Aver"]

 

[Vynn Tranikor]

Objective: E (Win the Race)
Location: Formos, Upper Orbit
Allies: None
Enemies: Rival Racers
Post Count: 1/20

Formos. It was the kind of place Vynn was getting really used to visiting, and that wasn't a good thing.

Like most planets that had been part of Xim the Despot's empire, it hadn't been significant since that ancient time except as a haven for criminals. With one sleazy spaceport in the midst of all that barrenness, it simply wasn't good for anything except its proximity to the infamous spice mines of Kessel and its remoteness from anywhere with clear, well-enforced laws. But that was the kind of place Vynn needed to visit to find work these days. His rebel friends were dead, and he had no cause left except to keep himself fed and flying the only way he knew how: move stuff, usually illegal stuff, from one place to another.

Good thing he was really kriffing good at it.

Today, though, he had another way to earn a reward. He'd been monitoring comm channels, listening for opportunities to make a quick credit, when word of a race for the favor of Sempra the Hutt crackled through the speakers. Much as it disgusted him to do anything in honor of a slaving thug like Sempra, Vynn was acutely conscious of the fact that he was a perpetually-broke criminal with precious few options for employment. And the personal reward of an avaricious slug might keep him roaming the skies for quite some time. Besides, he would enjoy a race. He was happy, at peace, while pushing the Downward Spiral to her utmost limits, at one with the controls as the stars whipped past outside the viewport.

As far as speed was concerned, Vynn was confident. His salvaged stealth yacht had been fast even before he'd tinkered with her, mounting bigger engines and additional maneuvering thrusters to the hull, and now she was a blur. The lightweight fiberplast hull gave her incredible acceleration as well. On the other hand, her shields were weak and her armor nonexistent, which might be a problem if one of the criminals he was racing decided a blaster cannon might even the odds. And the race was to Sriluur, which meant there were some tricky mass calculations to be made along the way. That would be tough; Vynn wasn't a math brain, and astrogation wasn't his strongest suit.

Still, he was betting he could pull this off. He'd make a name for himself and grab that reward, then get out before some sore loser decided to put a hole in his head. Throttling up the Downward Spiral, he glided toward the Tobisha, his stealth-designed craft barely visible on sensors or visual scans. "I'm here to race for the glory of mighty Sempra," Vynn transmitted over a public channel, trying not to choke on the words. He could see another pilot already in position, and eyed his craft carefully. The vessel had been stripped of all inessentials to make way for speed, and though the engines looked old Vynn could tell they were powerful. That ship could give the Spiral a run for her money.

This would be very, very interesting.

[member="Sempra the Hutt"], [member="Moah"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

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

Posts: 11/20


Space, an empty mass without end. The thought was impossible to comprehend to any sentinent creature yet to have tried to master the idea. Yet, species since the dawn of space travel had tried to master it.

Brave, skilled, impressive? Or reckless, senseless, desperate?
The pilots gathering to show that they indeed did master space was most likely a mixture of all those traits. These traits were good in people.
At least from Sempra's perspective. He needed those desperate people, willing to walk the thin line, willing to try and bend space and constantly struggle to find new ways to move his highly questionable cargoes across the galaxy.

A race like this was perfect for several reasons. First it would draw even more attention to his presence and what the cartel can offer to the smuggling community on Formos, but also to allow him to reach through the buzz and find good pilots without having to waste much time or reasources.

There where a small fleet of various freighters assembling outside the observer deck of the Toshiba. As [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] s fleet was moving in to ensure the safety of the Toshiba there were still alot of pilots here to take part in the race.

Sempra had been informed to pay extra attention to [member="Moah"] and [member="Vynn Tranikor"] - two smugglers who were rising names in the Formos port. But there were plenty of others in there who could be challengers. It was simply put a nice group of racers.

"Upon this glorious day, our brave pilots are tasked with compeeting to reach Sriluur space and land outside the white palace, where symbolic packages have been prepared for you to fetch and return here. You compete of the title as the fastest pilot of Formos - Sriluur. There are no rules apart from that only the ships in the start list here are allowed to take part." Sempra boomed in the speakers of the ships.

"Let the race begin!" he finished and lifted his short arms and dropped them as a symbolic gesture for the competition to commence.

 

[Ka-Aver]

Objective C
Location Formos
Allies hutt cartel, [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Ashalah Ky"]
Enemies Rival gang

Post 12/20

"Kark it, kark it, kark it!" Ka-Aver spat as he noticed his two partners in crime making their somewhat straight forward but unquestionably effective move.
The weequay moved dexteriously across the street and swung his glaive down upon the third guards head splitting it in two.

Now, there were shouting from inside and screams from the street. Their presence here was known for sure, but it did not matter. [member="Tiali Orazio"] had decided to make the hit an example for others to learn from and [member="Ashalah Ky"] was an excellent tutor in his prefered choice of teaching methods.

Bending down he relieved the dead man at his feet from a credit stick, then rose up prepared to fillow the other two inside.

 

[Ashalah Ky]

Objective: C
Location: Formos
Allies: [member="Ka-Aver"], [member="Tiali Orazio"]
Enemies: Rival gang

Like she said, Ash would let Tiali take the lead into the back rooms. Luckily the mostly-innocents had cleared out although they were causing a bit of a scene. Glancing back at the door, she could hear the faint sound of sirens. And they were getting louder. "We gotta move," she told her partners. Pulling out her blaster, she would follow Tiali into the dark room. It was pitch black, probably someone shut off all the lights in an attempt to stay hidden. Or maybe utilize a surprise.

Luckily she didn't need any light. She could feel all the movement inside with her motrails. A figure was moving around to her right, another to their left. "One on the right, one on the left." She reported with a whisper. Then she felt more movement. "And a whole lot in front."

 

[Moah]

OBJECTIVE: E
LOCATION: Above Formos by the Toshiba
ALLIES/ENEMIES : None
POST: 4

As Vynn approached Moah knew he had sensed him. The Downward Spiral had the aspect of a raptor, both in form and the way it was piloted. There was just a way about pilots that had seen plenty of combat. Or just nothing to lose. Steady and slow amongst the Hutt's ships, Vynn's ship seemed perfectly secure amongst the hardened criminals. Almost as if they had more to fear from him than the inverse.

Besides Vyann and Moah, a few other ships had also arrived and arrayed themselves in front of the Toshiba, waiting for the race to begin. Some assorted smugglers, each leaving a polite distance from each other. They were a little more nervous. Moah reach behind him for a fizzy drink and pinged the other ships' comms.

"Good luck."

There were two major routes from Formos to Sriluur, both with obstacles. The fastest one was along the Triellus Trade Route for the first leg, which would then branch off at Kegan. A short jump to Delacrix to contend with, and then another simple jump at Ques and straight on to Sriluur. The other option was along the Kessel Trade Corridor, but it had to contend with the Maw Nebulae. As difficult as Delacrix was, the Maw was much more so.

The other racers should knew what he knew, and knew the race was to Sriluur. And they were all far enough from Formos to jump right away. Moah had to assume they would punch in for Kegan into their nav computers and sit on them until the right time. If they were thinking like him at least. Moah also thought a few more steps ahead. He tried to find a live feed of the Delacrix system's position on the holonet, and opened up an orbit simulator site service.

Interrupting his search, Sempra began announcing the race. Moah quickly switched tasks, and flipped his jump switch when the race began, not waiting to see what the others did. Stars filled his cockpit. He finished his drink and tossed it aside as he exited hyperspace. Sure enough he saw other ships with him. None of the polite smugglers had taken the Kessel route. These weren't amateurs. He looked around for Vynn.

Spoiler

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]
[member="Vynn Tranikor"]

Map for ants
Yellow: Formos
Red: Delacrix
White: Sriluur

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Location: Zords Atmosphere Baths.
Objective: C.
Allies: Hutt Cartel & Co.
Enemies: Opposing Spice Dealers + Enemies Of The Hutt Cartel.
NPC: 10 Guards + Crew On BT-7 Thunderclap.
Posts: 5/20

Cadan had just stripped down and entered the spa. leaving his guards to do there own thing, but they were about if needed. It was a nice change he thought. The steam was already bringing small beads of sweat to his upper lip and forehead. There were a few people in here, but Cadan was looking for someone special... Then he saw her. A Quarren.

The pirate walked up to her, not caring if he bumped into anyone around him. Across the left half of his chest was a tattoo of The Jackals symbol, and on the right was that of the Hutt Cartel. This gave people a fair warning not to mess with him.

"Tundeim?" Cadan quizzed as he stood a few meters from the Quarren women.

"Depends who's asking." Her voice was soft and sophisticated, much unlike Cadan's. "If you are Cadan, Sempra's goon, then yes I am Tundeim; and judging by those horrid markings across your chest I assume you are."

This women had some spirit in her, Cadan liked that. Although pleasure wasn't what Cadan was here for. He was here for business.

 

[Vynn Tranikor]

Objective: E (Win the Race)
Location: Between Formos and Sriluur
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Moah"]
Post Count: 2/20

A motley gaggle of other pilots gathered around the Hutt flagship, but Vynn remained fixated on that first ship; that was where he predicted the real challenge would come from. He wasn't entirely surprised to hear the hail, and was pretty sure he was the only one out of the group of racers to receive it: "Good luck." Vynn nodded; he appreciated the gesture of respect. "You too," he replied simply. Whatever their cunning, whatever their piloting ability, whatever the special modifications they'd made to their sleek, lethal ships, luck could still make or break them. So it was only fair to wish for good luck all around; only on an even playing field could they see who was truly better.

By the time Sempra gave the word to start, Vynn had already run through a storm of quick decisions and calculations. He could take the Kessel route, but cutting it that close to the Maw Cluster was a little too dependent on luck even for as good a pilot as he was. Besides, he would have to go an entire jump out of his way whichever direction he went at Nimia, which would be a losing proposition. Figuring out the shifting gravity wells and mass shadows of Delacrix would be challenge enough, and would probably scrape off a good portion of the competition. He couldn't rely on that to trip up his real rival too much, though. They might well still be neck and neck at Ques.

Or any of a million things could go wrong for one of them.

Either way, it was the most sensible route. Vynn had punched in for Kegan before the Hutt's call came, and engaged the Downward Spiral's hyperdrive the moment it did. He used the time rushing between stars to start to do the math on Delacrix, sifting through orbit charts and the most recently updated positional data he could find before running the numbers. By the time the Spiral emerged over Kegan, another unremarkable backwater that had once been part of Xim's empire, he had a reasonable idea of how to punch in the jump. Which might or might not be good enough in a situation where a mistake in the fifteenth decimal place could mean instant death.

For a moment he wondered why he'd signed up for this. Then he remembered that he didn't really care if he died in the next five minutes.

Here came the tricky leg, and the first and last chance for underconfident pilots to sabotage the competition away from the prying eyes of the race's Hutt benefactor. Not that Sempra would probably have minded, but there was a certain tradition about blowing up racing rivals only where the sponsor couldn't directly see. Of course, raising the shields would mean a delay in the precious time each ship was using to recharge its hyperdrive and calculate its trajectory. Instead Vynn engaged the sublight engines at full, turning the Spiral into a dark streak across the bows of the other smugglers' ships as he ran his final calculations.

This could be the moment of truth, but there was no telling if blasterfire would interrupt it...

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Location: Orbitting Formos
Objective: E
Allies: Hutt Cartel & Co.
Enemies: Opposing.
NPC: B2 Battle Droid, and their B 1 counterparts.
Posts: 2/20
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A weak humming sound and a metallic scent precedes an awesome shape scudding through the passage. The brass creature has a humanoid structure with a sharp lengthened skull going about as the head. Its upper-arms are similar to extraordinary wings, and its lower legs end in savage, pronged claws. No skin or hide can be seen underneath the shabby red coat that cover it's upper abdomen to it's feet, just being spread separated as he strolled. "Hm.." a dry blast of air just unmistakable by the rings of vapour that break from its vox-box.

His hand wrapped around his vibroblade, and there was swagger to his stride, there was no grinning to his eye's just a sparkle that allowed openings of light through those craven cavern's. Its hand sticking up in a sharp grade as the palm of his hand adhered to his mid-section as he gestured to a small group of pirates. "I need to adjust myself." he referred to the refitting and alterations of his metallic form and the cleaning, it was a process he didn't enjoy and he wouldn't be interrupted.

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

Location: Warehouse Front
Objective: C
Allies: Hutt Cartel
Enemies: Opposing Spice Dealers
Post 3/20

"That was a bloody karkin' mess."
Earlier...
The crew of 22 had reached a indistinct warehouse in one of the many industrial districts in Formos. Two guards, sentries, no doubt, stood at the main entrance, smoking death sticks and watching some sort of adult video on a datapad, laughing. Vinskk and Darkgear personally took care of those two. The Trandoshan licked his talons clean while his men went into formation behind him. The fearless lizard opened the door and peered inside. An empty reception area. Good.

Vinskk entered and the slavers followed suit. Even from here, the powerful scent of spice wanted to make him gag. Keeping his dinner down, the Trandoshan muttered, "Attack formation. Prep grenades and incendiary weapons. Burn it all."

The spice they made here was cheap stuff. Sure, it was sold far and wide, but it wasn't the quality that the Hutts would demand. With that in mind, Vinskk decided to raze it all, warehouse, people, spice, everything.

The warehouse door was flung open to reveal tables upon tables of spice being packaged by literally hundreds of workers. A smattering of guards, armed with simple blaster pistols, were the first to look up in surprise, but they were gunned down quickly. The next volley was an array of incendiary grenades and precise bolts of plasma to sprinkler systems, fire retardant foam producers, anything that could kill a flame. The workers began to panic, screaming in fear of their lives. The lucky ones could possibly escape. The rest...well, they'd be another cinder on the ashtray.

Flames burst out of the metal spheres, igniting spice and sentient alike in a white-hot fury. The slavers let out a roar of satisfaction as the fire spread, engulfing everything, not discriminating between living and inanimate.

An office door busted open. Three heavily armed Humans followed. Their attention was on the horror in front of them. 20 or so bolts of hot plasma brought the death and pain to them.

"Bust out the frags! We're bringin' this pit down!"

The men eagerly pulled out Thermal Detonators and aimed for the support beams on the roof of the building. They were really bringing this place down.

The bright flashes of heat added to the already toasty temperature present in the building. The cheap steel girders fragmented and melted in some places, weakening the roof.

"Move out!" Vinskk ordered.
The slavers quickly left the same way they entered, and not a moment too soon. The warehouse crumbled down behind them, sealing those still in there to a fiery fate. The crew turned around, admiring the display in front of them briefly while ash and fragments of spice bathed them.

Darkgear's face, coated in soot, lit up in a smile, obviously pleased by the blood and sight of it all.

"That was a bloody karkin' mess."
The 22 men then swaggered off, bloodlust sated...
For now.

 

[Moah]

OBJECTIVE: E
LOCATION: Kegan System
ALLIES/ENEMIES: None
POST: 5

The pilot took a steadying breath and punched in for Delacrix, hanging tightly with the group as they jumped. The hyper space beacons directed his ship's nav computer to the farthest known edge of the Delacrix system. Moah ran an approach vector to where he believed he could jump again, setting his ship to fly by wire, scanned his sensor panels for the other pilots, took a quick glance at some of his vital instrument displays, and then set about collating Delacrix's orbit information while his ship's sublight engines flared.

Vynn increased his distance with the pilot. The default acceleration for fly by wire was designed to be smooth, not ideal for a race. Moah cursed the defaults and slammed the engines to max, before turning back to the data. Before he could post it into the orbit simulator his comms opened.

"HAAAAAHAAAAAAAA"

Fly by Night suddered under fire. Forgetting Delacrix's waxing and waning orbits, he took back manual control and rolled to the side as garish colors streaked past. A cartel ship. A late entrant. Some sort of wildcard hotshot. A handful of errors shot up in front of Moah. Fore blasters had been damaged, he wouldn't get any shots at their back. The colorful ship went on blasting at the other smugglers, causing them to peel off their routes. Leaves falling off a branch. He didn't press the advantage though.

Moah instructed the Fly by Night to recalculate its approach vector. With a few last keystrokes he finished collating the orbital data, and directed his own nav to calculate the next jump. He had catching up to do.

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[member="Vynn Tranikor"]