(OOC: I am assuming we are not being forcibly detained and I'm acting accordingly)
"No negotiation?" he said calmly. "Fine. You can try to seize me--after I'm done evacuating innocent people off this planet who just happen to have been part of our government. 15 hours it is," he said calmly. Time to work a miracle, he supposed. He didn't like this. He had failed. He had failed to protect Nar Shaddaa from foreign invasion at the hands of a usurper who didn't care about this planet. As if it's people had a choice in the matter. Now they had to deal with the one Hutt who could stand the Republic's bribery and manipulation--Thogga. He was a bellicose fool, and the other Hutts would try to depose him at first opportunity.
He continued, letting which ever Jedi follow him, as his multiple camera drones also followed him, the holonet uplink. He walked over to a nearby car, quickly removing the power cells and connecting them to the back-up main-frame. He looked directly at the Jedi. "I'm going to plug myself in. When I'm done, if you feel I am deserving of death, let me have some last words," he said calmly. "There are 45 million 738 thousand, 219 people that I need to evacuate, safely. If you value your own code, let me do that. If you still believe I'm deserving of my end here after that, whomever's still here with me can sort it out."
With that lack of ceremony, he plugged himself on the jury-rigged holoterminal, connecting it to his neck after ripping off portions of his synthetic flesh. "Black network protocol initiated," he said calmly.
he sat down, and began speaking as his voice coordinated on every active holoterminal on site. "Attention, Black Sun personnel. You have already heard Tythion Vex. We have surrendered the planet. We have been given fifteen hours to evacuate all Black Sun personnel. As we have no assurances from the Republic regarding our safety after wards, it is advised you evacuate immediately. I am sorry, friends. The Suns have failed to protect Nar Shaddaa. We must leave it to the Republic, now. I will maintain online presence to coordinate evacuation in the most timely fashion possible. Please activate your Black Network tracking algorithms on your data pads and holo-receptor devices. This is a Protocol 16. I repeat, this s a protocol 16. We must evacuate the planet."
Things began to move. Data streamed across the holographic displays, all filtering through, faster than human mind could begin the grasp. Hell, even a Columi slicer hopped up on Caf Expressos would have a hard time doing what Ash was doing right now--using all the processing power available on military reserve data process to coordinate and calculate millions of people moving across the moon. He was the traffic control the Star ships customs authority, the planetary algorithmic for deployment of emergency services. he'd be lucky if he survived this. Still, if he had to sacrifice system integrity to pull this off, so be it. He'd get everyone off Nar Shaddaa safe and sound--that was hi mission. Enough things had failed this week. It was done. Nar Shaddaa was now the world of the Jedi thieves. He wondered how long it'd take for them to screw it up.
