It ain't just a booty call

[Layla]

Tick tock aaannnnnnnnnnnd tick!

"Got it." came Layla's satisfied purr as the energy fields around the various objects that lay therein came down. Yay for all of the rest of the items to be out and about for people to pluck.


"There we go." Layla would give a catty smile and she would start to wander over towards the one closest to her. Whatever have you of desire that was available here would be there for the taking. Layla wasn't interested in armor, or swords, rings, or fancy healing necklaces.

Some random scrolls that she couldn't determine thus far, and one holocron that remained inconclusive as to what it was. Further study would reveal what it is.

Secure them she did, as she nodded for the rest to ensure they gathered what they so desired.

"Time to burn lines in the sky, kittens."

 

[Arage Bao]

In the end the Merry Band of Misfits prevailed against the Might of the Dreadlord and his minions, the detachment of Obsidian Knights were annihilated and the garrison of the Castle was disabled, with that and the support of Norongachi there would be no further opposition for the Gang to take the Castle for its entire worth. Though a pretty healthy bribe from Ovmar to the appropriate officials also had something to do with the lack of investigation in the matter, sometimes it was good to be filthy rich, but only sometimes.

Transports landed in the courtyard and outside of the Castle, from there men, women and droids flood out all loyal to Ovmar and the righteous Cause of Booty, they filled into the castle and started to strip it systematically from everything it was worth.

Paintings, valuable statues and other art were taken and transported off the planet, together with caches of credits, datacrons, holocrons, ancient scrolls and several copies of the mainframe of Verd. Knowledge was power they used to say, and Ovmar was going to know everything there was to know and then… well… proliferation was a righteous thing if you asked him.

The Armory, Smithy and the Zoo were ransacked, animals tranquilized and loaded up in specialized vehicles to be transported from the planet too. The Contents of the Armory were loaded up separately, and once they were all back on the Bane they would take a look and start to spread it out between them.

Same went for the Hangar, there were several fighters, looking suspiciously like Aleph-class Fighters, and other ships commonly affiliated with the Confederacy, the boys took ‘em all in and flew them right off the planet. Hadn’t been this easy since the Long Drought in ‘428, tell ya that.

Several cases labeled ‘Tatooine’, wasn’t clear if that meant they were shipped from the planet or was supposed to go to the planet, and neither was it entirely clear what the cases held. Didn’t matter though, when one says ‘they took it all’ it was meant literally.

When they were finally done and back on the Bane, siping from their drinks and laughing about their little adventure… the once mighty, proud Castle was devoid from anything worth anything.

On that day a Team had been formed, which would swoop in and out of scenes more often, they were called Ov-- alright, nevermind that.

Most important thing was that everyone went home happy, everyone left richer than they had been before and that was all that mattered.

Proliferation, woozah.

(Fin)​