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

[Vinskk Revamp]

Objective: C
Location: The Black Talon
Allies: Hutt Cartel and Co.
Enemies: Burning in a heap over there.
NPCs: Free-Eyes, 40 Slaver Soldiers, and the crew of the Black Talon.
Post 6/20

"Captain, I just received a message from Sempra the Hutt."

"I heard it, Free-Eyes. Prep all the soldiers. Tell them to wear full battle outfit. We're going to send Formos a message."

The Trandoshan stood up from his chair and cracked his back, groaning.

Now, what message to send?

"All soldiers, gather at the exit ramp. All soldiers, gather at the exit ramp."

The slavers looked up from the Wookiee carcasses and muttered in annoyance, but obediently geared up, putting down their bloody knives.

By the time Revamp had made it to the ramp, all 40 soldiers stood at the ready. They had abandoned the cloaks and hidden blasters in exchange for armor and rifles. Darkgear, still sooty from earlier, stepped up to his boss and asked him a question, tone slightly more respectful than normally.

"How are we going along this, Captain?"

The Trandoshan noticed all of the slavers lean in, hushing to listen to the orders.

"We are going to send a message to the people of Formos. They shall fear the Hutts, but respect them as well."

The men shrugged their shoulders, slightly disappointed that they weren't going to get to participate in a firefight. Vinskk turned to an engineer on staff suddenly, slightly startling him by the quick turn.

"Bring me the Suit."

The engineer saluted and ran off. He returned several moments later, him and three other gearheads carrying a large box. They opened it and Vinskk peered inside quickly, making sure it was the right armor.

Oh, yeah. It was.

With the help of the crew of techs, Revamp put on the Tazi Fiend Power Armor, slipping his arms and legs into the appropriate areas before the chestpiece was clasped firmly around his chest and back. The helmet was brought down last, displaying a HUD and various other numbers in the view of the exit ramp.

The larger weapons were hoisted up and attached to the two shoulders, a large, destructive blaster cannon and a thermal detonator launcher on each side. Next came a pulse cannon on the right arm and a flechette slugthrower on the left. The engineers made a few last touches and adjustments before stepping back.

"All set, Captain. I'm gonna turn on the armor now."

With the press of a button, the engine fired up, making the suit mobile for Vinskk with the aid of the armor's internal mechanisms. He flexed the arms and took a few steps, making the ship itself shake lightly. The slavers looked at their leader in a mix of fear and awe.
Darkgear whistled softly, impressed.

"Let's show them, huh?"

The exit ramp opened and they all stepped out...

 

[Ka-Aver]

Location: Tializ shoulder
Allies :[member="Ashalah Ky"] [member="Tiali Orazio"]

Post 20/20

As blasterfire flew forth and back Ka-Aver barely heard the tumult rising around him. He felt being pulled up, and slumped over a shoulder. The pain was there and the shadows were closing in. His breathing slowing down.

"... zriluur... I.. die on zriluur..." the whisper was barely heard over the sound of battle . But he was still breathing.

With a quick check [member="Tiali Orazio"] would notice that he was alive, but barely. The shot in his back had been precise, or lucky. Either way his body was slowly giving up. Without medical attention soon he was a goner...

Spoiler

Post 20 so no more posting for me in this dom. I'll leave Ka-Avers fate in your capable hands

 

[Ashalah Ky]

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

Ash ducked behind cover, glancing back at her two partners. "How's he doing?" She called to Tiali, raising her voice slightly to be heard amongst the gunfire raining down around them. In a crouch, she slinked back to where they were hiding and knelt down next to the Weequay. "Ka-Aver, can you here me?" She asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. "We're going to get you out of here. You're going to be fine."

Glancing up at Tiali with almost a defeated look, she let out a sigh. Then she nodded. "We're getting out of here." Her pistol in one hand, she grabbed onto Ka with the other and began dragging him back to the main bar. Hopefully Tiali would help her. She glanced over at him. "We can't give up. Sempra will have our heads." She paused and glanced down at Ka-Aver, "but he needs a medic."

 

[Jemba Jurga Vara]

Location: Far From Formos
Objective: E.
Allies: Hutt Cartel & Co.
Enemies: Enemies Of The Cartel
NPC: N/A
Posts: 10/20

Holoprojecters, viewscreens, television sets, computers and billboards all turned black for a split second until a large Hutt appear on the screen. Jemba passed around the table, he wore a chefs hat, and an apron. The apron seemed super clean, the white shining, the metal table also seemed to shine, reflecting the large Hutt off it's surface.

"People of Formos!" His voice was deeper, and had a roughness to it. It was the voice of someone who was constantly yelling at those who did him wrong. To those who couldn't work faster enough in his kitchen. "Do not fight us. We are here to protect you. If you know of any spice dealers please report them to the nearest Cartel Enforcer, the more information your give, the greater the reward you shall receive!" This script that Jemba was reading was meant to scare the low life's and the new dealers into giving up or leaving. Plus with the added bribe, it would get those struggling for credits come rushing to the Cartel with information on opposing dealers.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Location: Orbitting Formos
Objective: E
Allies: Hutt Cartel & Co.
Enemies: Opposing.
NPC: B2 Battle Droid, and their B 1 counterparts.
Posts: 4/20

He was sprawled there his head propped up on the operating table, his arm now but an inch away but unmoveable, everything would be cleaned, his life supports churned vaporise clouds and blew small motes of dust and other miscellaneous debri that were located on the benches near by, a single strobe monitor hung heavily above, his eye's strained and low and behold he sore [member="Jemba Jurga Vara"], telling people to hand in their local spice dealers, fear tactics a good idea but one question remained heavy on his mind.

Why was he in a chefs hat, was he about to tell us how to make a succulent Hutt meal, that would surly terrify the inhabitants.

 

[Gorteko Graye]

Objective: C
Location: Formos cantina
Post: 1/20

Through the sound of blaster fire if one concentrated they would be able to here the sound of heavy boots stepping across the ground toward and into the cantina. In those boots there was a man, wearing black open robes, with the hood concealing his face, though if one could see it, his face would appear disinterested in what was going on around him; in fact the only reason he was here is that he assumed fighting meant his comrades were near, though he did not personally know them, shared employment would mean that they were in fact comrades. As the man approached the main bar, blaster fire went off all around the room, and it began to shift to the man that wasn't behind cover as he made his way towards the bar. Although he was the target to most of the blasters in the room, he remained unscathed as he walked because he had his left hand raised to direct the blaster bolts in other directions through the use of the force. Upon reaching the bar, the man crouched behind it and lowered his hood to address his co-workers. "Are you in need of assistance?" The man asked the group as if not fully comprehending what was going on around them.

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

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Objective: C
Location: Formos
Allies: [member="Ashalah Ky"] [member="Ka-Aver"]
Enemies: Rival gang

"Bloody hell Ka-aver." Tiali Helped Ash move Ka-Aver over behind the Bar, his hand slides slide to his belt taking hold of a Becta container handing it to Ash. "Take this, give it to him. I'll do what I normally do." he grabs his twin LL-30 pistols from their holsters, he spins them on finger's taking grip of them again with in his palm's.

He leans over the bar table aiming both gun's towards the advancing force's, Squeezing the triggers he begins to fire bolt's against the enemies. Multiple Fall dead some take cover avoiding the shot's who knows how many there could be. behind the door but every one killed is helpful

 

[Ashalah Ky]

Taking the Becta from him, she gave him a nod. "Stay safe. We don't need another one down." Then she began to administer the contents of the container to Ka-Aver as the sound of blaster fire echoed around her. "It's gonna be okay, Ka." She again reassured him. It was the only thing she could do.

Then a stranger approached, offering his help. Looking up at him, she nodded. "Thanks. Just in time too."

[member="Tiali Orazio"]
[member="Ka-Aver"]
[member="Gorteko Graye"]

 

[Gorteko Graye]

Objective: C
Location: Formos Cantina
Post: 2/20

The man turned his head down and then back up, a single nod to indicate that he would do his best to assist the group. He leaned his back against the bar, in a seated position, closing his eyes to concentrate. That was when a blaster pistol, floated out of his robes, followed by another, and then two more. The four floated for a moment after revealing themselves from their holsters in the mans' robes before floaing over the counter and firing in rapid succession at the gang members opposing them. 'It's been too long since I've used this in real combat, though the training has been good to help the performance of my abilities.' the man thought as he channeled the force to hold the weapons he was using with his mind. "If it would provide more help, I can distract them further to ensure your escape? Or so that you can do whatever it is you intended to do here in the first place; which was what, if you don't mind my asking?" The man asked the group, hoping to get a better understanding of the mission.

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

 

[Simon Crell]

Location: Formos Cantina.
Objective: C
Allies: Hutt Cartel & Co.
Enemies: Enemies Of The Cartel
NPC: N/A
Posts: 11/20

A stutter man, walking around in a stained, white button up shirt, blue and black checkered pajama pants, pink bathrobe and a pair of fake wampa slippers. All his clothes were stained with blood, all from different people some even from him.

The crazed man slowly began to walk around towards the enemies firing at [member="Ashalah Ky"], [member="Tiali Orazio"] and now possibly [member="Gorteko Graye"]. The opposing gang seemed confused as to what was happening. This strange man was approaching. Now he spoke. "I want to purchase spice please!?"

Before he got an answer from the opposing gang, he hurled a thermal detonator at them and ducked into cover. "I already have seven bags of spice!" The lunatic proclaimed as he pulled out a pistol.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location: Orbiting Formos
Objective: E
Allies: Herself
Enemies: The Hutt Cartel
Posts:1/?


Kay sat in the co-pilot seat of a modified corvette that seemed to just be watching the races and doing nothing out of the ordinary. But in truth she had a couple of probe droids on the planet's surface, giving her visuals on her datapad of the Cartel's disgusting display of Force. She recognized [member="Vinskk Revamp"] 's ship as well as his men. The fact that he had caught a bunch of Wookies was very disheartening. He needed to be stopped. He was the most ruthless slavemaster that she had ever seen. Only once had she seen him face to face and it was in her nature to defy his orders. Vinskk didn't own her and had no right to make demands. With the alliance between the Cartel and the Republic, it was in her view that she outranked the Trandoshan. And for now she had the safety net of being a Senator to keep her....well, mostly safe.

She also spotted [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] 's ship. It had been only a few times that she had come face to face with him. The fact that he was mostly machine was unnerving, yet she couldn't help but be defiant with him too.

They were oppressors. All of them. And Kay vowed to fight oppressors like the Cartel until the end of her days. It was the only thing that kept her going. And the only thing that ensured that she would never dare to have a family. When someone had nothing to lose, they could achieve almost anything.

 

[Akio Diachi]

Location: Building top alongside the street.
Objective: C.
Allies: Hutt Cartel et al.
Enemies: Anyone who gets in the way. Or who has a price on their head.
Posts: 1/20

Akio crouched perched on the ledge of a nearby warehouse. His orders were clear: link up and lend a hand clearing out the local resistance. Given the amount offered, it didnt matter how many he had to cut down or even if he had to use his bare teeth to cut their throats, he would gladly do it.
He watched as a mob of 23 scientists stormed into a building and wholly slaughtered the individuals inside. With admiration of watching another man skilled in the same craft, Akio watched the building blow in on itself. Somewhat destructive, needlessly so, perhaps, but still. Admirable.
Akio felt a twinge of remorse at the idea of having to kill such a fine group of fellow craftsmen dealing the art of death. As Akio drew his twin pistols the apparent leader Trandoshan's face caught his eye. He looked in closer and remembered the faces he had memorized on the list of allies. Vinskk. Revamp. Allies are always good to find in this sort of area.
Akio lightly flipped off the roof, landing gracefully on his feet before the Vinskk Revamp. It was a risky call, but when dealing with soldiers, they rarely appreciated being snuck upon. "Akio Daishi. Assassin. I believe we are in the same business here."

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Location: Formos Cantina.
Objective: C
Allies: Hutt Cartel & Co.
Enemies: Enemies Of The Cartel
NPC: N/A
Posts: 12/20

Seeing as he was done with the negotiations in the baths, Cadan made his way around the place. It was never too late or early to begin making contacts.

The pirate searched side streets for scum lower than him, those who would trade their shoes for the next hit. That was when Cadan saw the jackpot.

A human with few credits to his name, he sported a long, dirty beard, ragged clothes and a pair of dirty shoes. He staggered and stumble, a bottle of liquor in his hand.

"You there!" Cadan spoke somewhat demanding, it was time to make a new customer.

This snapped the drunk mans eyes up to Cadan, he swayed trying to gain focus on the blue Duros. "Wha' do ya' want!?" The man shouted back to Cadan, unable to control his ow volume. "I ain't wanna speak to you." Despite his best efforts, the man fell onto the ground using the wall as a back rest and drew his legs up to his chest.

"Yeah you do." Cadan said as he began to give the man a shot of spice. "Contact me when you want more." Cadan gave the man his contact information, and took his credits and drink before leaving him there to enjoy the spice.

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

Objective: C
Location: The Streets of Formos
Allies: Hutt Cartel and Co.
Enemies: Burning in a heap over there.
NPCs: Free-Eyes, 40 Slaver Soldiers, and the crew of the Black Talon.
Post 7/20

Revamp and his gang of ne'er-do-wells virtually paraded around the streets in an impressive display of power. The Trandoshan was still in his power armor and the 40 slavers below him were prowling the streets with weapons open freely, subduing anyone who disagreed with the new power of the planet silently.

Earlier...

The twenty sooty men with him raised their weapons at the assassin who had just landed in front of their boss, ready to kill. Vinskk raised a spaded hand, signalling them to lower their blasters, which they did, tentatively. The Slave Master then stepped up to the man, still slightly wary.

"You are unheard of to me, assassin. We shall speak after Formos is ours."

With that, the entourage took their leave, carefully examining the area for any threats.

Back to the present...

They were at the city square now. All the bright holoboards and advertising illuminated the large area, where Vinskk and his motley crew stood center, strong in arms. A rather large crowd had formed around the slavers at this point. The Trandoshan flicked a switch inside his suit, activating the PA system on the armor so the entire audience could hear him.

"People of Formos. Do not be afraid."

He grinned slightly to himself at this before continuing.

"We have come with news. You no longer have to live in the shadows of your local scum now. The great and generous Hutts have dealt with them!"

The realization of what the lizard said hit them slowly. The crowd began to clap slowly, then picked up with hoots, cheers, and thundering applause.

"Furthermore, the Hutts offer you a most generous bargain. If you know of any remaining spice dealer, report them to the nearest Cartel Enforcer and you shall be financially rewarded!"

The crowd really began to cheer on that one. Vinskk crossed his arms in the suit and smirked.

His work here was basically done.

[member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Akio Diachi "][member="Lady Kay"] [member="Simon Crell"] [member="Gorteko Graye"] [member="Ashalah Ky"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Jemba Jurga Vara"] [member="Ka-Aver"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"]

 

[Alicia Drey]

Objective E: Use and Abused.

Alicia Drey was in a predicament. Her association with the Purple Rejects had not gone according to plan. This was a learning curve. For all her well intentions and plans, the Human- and occasional Alien- element could not be planned for. She could have offered this man the lands of Chandrila- which had the potential to make someone a billionaire- and it still would not have been enough.

He desired her, in a sick and twisted way. She had been gifted with a natural beauty that was appealing, especially to a man who had grown up in the slums of Formos and had been taken all manner of drugs and highs since his formative teenage years.

Licking his lips at his prey, the rapist began to unbuckle his pants...

 

[Darth Ayra]

Objective E: Used and Abused.

...Darth Ayra lifted her gaze up to her captor. Rage coursed through her veins, at the very notion that this insufferable fool could ever defile her. His smile faltered, the movement around his buckle slowed as he saw the metamorphosis that was happening before him. The transformation was staggering, frightening.

Strange.

"queen!"

Raising a hand, the Purple Reject slapped his palm across her face. Blood sprayed from Ayra's cut lip, as her head turned from the impact.

"I'm going to teach you some manners. You'll never look at me like that again!"

Busying himself with unbuckling his belt, he lowered his gaze to see what he was doing. Turning her head back around, Ayra summoned her powers in the Force and swung both arms forward. Her chains ripped out of the wall, falling down to ground with a loud thud.

"Karkin' hell, what is going on in there?"

The voice came from the next room. Taking a step backwards, Ayra's would be rapist stammered.

"What are you?"

Summoning the Force along her chains, Ayra lifted both hands up slowly to control them. Clearing her mouth of blood by spitting at his feet, she said:

"Your death."

More blood joined the grounds, spraying the walls after the Dark Lord punched both hands forward. Drenched, Ayra turned her gaze to the door.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Location: Orbitting Formos
Objective: E
Allies: Hutt Cartel & Co.
Enemies: Opposing.
NPC: B2 Battle Droid, and their B 1 counterparts.
Posts: 5/20

The right leg is connected to the piston, the left gear is connected to the wrist, the blue-ish gray-ish wire is connected to the nutrent tank. To say the least alot of things were going on at once, the droids raced up and down the cyborg a small crane near by added to the reconstruction as his formed was fitted togeather like some over complicated puzzel. He gained movement in his left arm than his right, and finally he sat up and turned the monitor off. Took his coat from the hook and began to move to the bridge again, this happened once a month and he did not enjoy it, he'd need many a cigar and a cup of brandy to look at and remember the taste to feel right again, it was time to walk that lonely road of nostalgia and it's slightly deformed cousin memory.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location: Orbiting Formos
Objective: E
Allies: Herself
Enemies: The Hutt Cartel
Posts:2/?


The races were almost finished. With the visuals that she was receiving on the planet's surface, it would be a normal thing for her to get on down there and try to stop the wrong doings. But no. She just couldn't do that. Not this time. Kay had to slow down her activities. She was getting too popular too quickly and not only was it getting her into trouble with the Cartel, but it was also getting her into trouble with the Republic. And without them and her position as Senator, she'd be left with very little. Not very many people worked for free these days...

 

[Kaster Sane]

Location Formos City Streets
Objective C & E
Allies The Hutt Cartel
Enemies Don't be the first
NPC's ScrapHeap, A modified TE4 Ultra Battle Droid
Post 1/20


THWAAAACK!! Came the sound of skin smashing against skin followed by a painful groan as Kaster brought his fist smashing into the correllians face...... WHERE THE KARK IS MY SPICE SCHUTTA?!?! He screamed at the bloody male as he continued to beat the man savagely as ScrapHeap watched on and guarded in silence. By this point the Zabrak could care less where the spice was or if he even got it, As of now he was deriving much pleasure from beating the poor sob half to death with his bare hand..... You best start karkin talking or imma let the droid blow your karkin brains all over this street you pathetic piece of Poodoo Anyone who knew Sane would know this was a lie, He preferred to kill people himself and if this man didn't talk soon that's exactly what would happen.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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

Posts: 6/20

He lumbered over to the ship's mandatory bar, the points on the pronged feet leaving a trail of marks through the carpet, he couldn't stop that and he been damned to wear shoes, not that they made shoes for his type of feet. It was something about bars that called to him, once his favourite place when he could still taste and drink, it was now a mockery and a mockery he was sitting at, he didn't need to sit he didn't get tired, and leather sometimes got stuck in the mechanics, not often but loose fabric did have a fine way of finding its way into the most precarious of places.