Justice Comes in strange ways--Taking Dal'Bor

[Ashalah Ky]

Objection: D
Location: Casino
Allies: [member="Dion Kayl"]


"The card dealers wouldn't buy just two casual friends at the casino together. We need to go into disguise to further...persuade them of our innocent motives." She paused when he began to move her faster, in time with the music. In that moment, no one else mattered. Not any of the other dancers, nor their target waiting, nor the staff. It was just her and him and that's how it was going to stay.

She was pulled close, feeling her chest press into him. He could probably feel every curve through the thin material of her dress. She stared into his eyes, partially covered by his hair. His hand trailed along her cheek, moving out to brush her lekku. Yes, a glint of desire appeared in her eye as a smile formed on her lips. With speed only a practiced fighter would have, she leaned up and forward. Her lips pressed against his, smooth and gentle, yet showing that lust.

She broke away from the kiss to give Dion a coy smile. "Be my lover for the evening."

 

[Triter Zone]

[member="James Justice"]

Objective: C.

Triter walked into the Havod Hearth, looking around at the shabby tables and chairs, his cloak and fur cast in the harsh, mostly red lighting.
What a dump.
To be fair, there were few under-city drinking establishments which could be described as anything other than dives, but this particular swoop bar did not even make an attempt. It really was like something out of a holodrama; plastoid furniture, scuffed and space taped many times over, with garish holograms advertising various swoop companies and any number of brews. The floor was bare duracrete, worn smooth by decades, possibly centuries of wear.
It was the patrons, though, which completed the package.
Like most swoop jockeys, the members of the Reds and the Raiders were thin, wiry beings, dressed in bantha leather jackets and other stereotypical articles. All were armed, with low-slung blaster holsters and sheathed vibroknives. There were a mix of species, male, female and other, but all were at least taller than Triter.
The Amaran strode into their midst confidently, noting the atmosphere in the establishment.
There was not, as Triter had expected, an atmosphere of tension in the place; the two groups who frequented the cantina were supposed to be at war, but everything seemed far too relaxed for the young space pirate. Groups sat around the tables or along the bar, drinking and conversing; it was a tough crowd, but they did not seem to be at odds with one-another.
A few turned to regard Triter as he walked into their midst, though that was to be expected.
The Amaran climbed up onto a bar-stool, folding his hands on the dented counter top. The bartender, a grizzled shistavanen, cleaned a mug as he regarded the newcomer.
"Ain't you a lil' young fer a place like this, pup?"
Triter resisted the urge to flatten his ears and bear his teeth, instead giving a sigh.
"I'm 24 standard, barkeep. My kind doesn't get big."
The bartender looked at Triter for a moment longer, before plunking down the mug in front of him.
"Sorry, took me a second. Don't see many Amarans here; what'll it be?"
Triter fished in his pocket, plunking a high denomination credcoin beside the mug.
"Whatever's good on tap. Keep the change... just one other thing."
The bartender leaned down to listen, quickly taking the coin.
"Yeah?"
Triter smirked a little.
"Tell the leaders of the Reds and the Raiders that someone would like a word with them. Someone important, get me?"
The shistavanen's ears flattened back, and he looked around nervously. Several of the patrons nearby were looking in Triter's direction...
"He'll be here directly." The barkeep said, hurriedly filling the Amaran's glass and then shuffling off down the bar...

 

[Dion Kayl]

Objective: D
Location: Casino
Allies: [member="Ashalah Ky"]

Spoiler: Soundtrack

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZKtRyjfbjU[/media]

She kissed him, lightly, and made her proposition. Dion needed no convincing-- not only was she right, that it would help their cover, but it was clear that they both wanted this. Dion, exercising the gentlest of touches his cyborg hands were capable, took her head in his hand and kissed her back, lingering in the moment as he stroked her tantalizing lekku and felt her warmth streaming into him. When he released her with a desire-laden exhale, their eyes met again and he smiled, too. He detected a giggle from a nearby dancer who was observing them with obvious approval-- she winked at them both as her partner swept her away-- and Dion realized that the plan was already working.

And the night was still young; this casino would remain in full swing until the sun rose over Dal'Bol, and on the planet Soceras, darkness reigned for almost 38 hours.

They had danced enough; Dion linked his arm with Azetha's and led her from the dance floor to the hotel desk. The receptionist greeted the couple with exuberance, fawning over them knowingly, offering them the most stunning suite in the Casino-- in the interest of maintaining their cover, Dion took it without hesitation and accepted the room key.

Soon they were in the glass elevator rising above the Casino floor, ascending to a stunning view of the sprawling city of Dal'Bol with its countless tiny lights. Dion squeezed Azetha playfully, his arm around her as they enjoyed the view, and then leaned down for another surprise kiss as they neared the elevator's apex. With a "ping" they reached their floor, and the doors opened with them kissing as another party of guests was preparing to go down-- one of them wolf-whistled-- and Dion ushered Azetha past them and towards their suite. Their plan to go further into disguise was working, but Dion had already forgotten the line between the job and his desires at this point-- they were one in the same.

Dion unlocked their room, which was the picture of extravagance-- a fully stocked bar, exquisite furniture and opulent decor, and a jaccuzi on the balcony which faced a perfect view of the night-time city-- and promptly put the "Do Not Disturb Sign" in place before closing the door.

 

[Nyx]

Time: is a made up concept of sentient perception.
Objective: E, and to not get put in gold.

As her struggle with the Gammorrean continued, Nyx found herself regretting this entire venture. Why did she do this? Why would she risk herself like this? She didn't really know how to answer that question. Maybe it was to impress Justice. Maybe it was to prove something to herself. Or maybe she just loved to fight, and to hell with the risks. None of the answers really gave Nyx much comfort.

It was then that the Gammorrean made his move.
His head shot forward, cracking into her face. Nyx was stunned as her grip loosened, allowing the pig to shove her off of him. She flopped to the ground, and he straddled her, grabbing her arm. The pig smirked at her before spinning around, his leg wrapping around her arm, and continuing forward.

The sickening crack of bones filled the air, along with Nyx's scream of agony. The pig leaped to his feet, squealing in victory, Dracan smirking as he motioned to his men to pick up the woman. Nyx herself lay on the ground, staring at her arm twisted in a direction human arms were not meant to go. She also saw the pig celebrating, and Dracan pointing. And something inside of her just snapped.
With a scream of utter fury, Nyx leapt at her opponent's back.

 

[One-Eyed Jack Varren]

[member="stardust"]


He had to admit he liked her style of handling things, And upon watching the man fall lifeless to the ground he waved his arm off towards the direction the dead man had told them to go and with a chuckle his voice emitted...... "After you my dear"

With that, James would follow behind her and admire the woman, Not only for her obvious beauty but also for her lack of moral qualms when it came to the ending of life. He also lacked the moral compass that informed him that open murder was a bad thing, Not that he killed for fun, But when it came right down to the fact......It was either survive or die.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Stardust had turned fully away from him, she didn't want to kill the man...however her evil side had taken over right there had ended the man's life..

She made her way to the scrap yard unaware of a soy that had witnessed the informant be killed and huriied his way back to the scrap yard

-sir sir!-the person called out nearly out of breath-

:what is it cant you seeee I am busssy:the rodien said as he had a twilek on his lap:

-sir there someone coming, the...they killed out informant and are heading to here! Two of em!-

:bahahahhaa just put extra guards up then:he said and waved the person off

[member="One-Eyed Jack Varren"]

 

[James Justice]

Objective: its very imPORTant. ((Gives a moment for you to recover from the dad joke))
Time: Eh, kark it.

The captain of security swallowed in fear. The dread in the room had increased. Dying was one thing, the idea of working as an alternative--somehow the way this metallic menace had said it made the idea of death sound preferable.

"What do you have in mind?" The man asked, his voice quivering and nearly cracking. Even in his abject terror he did his best to maintain his composure. It was almost admirable. Almost.

The Kingmaker stared at him icily for a moment before continuing, "You will work for me. Exclusively. This space port will be mine."

The man shook his head definantly and jut his chin out. His fear was replaced by the bravest resolve. Out of all the people in this city he was the most untouchable in that respect. Anyone who tried to pay him off garnered the wrath of all the crime lords in the city. He was paid by each to be neutral. He was expected to do so. If he failed---death would be a gift he would be granted after years of suffering. None of the crime lords wanted to compete with the other in losing the port, so they all had declared this the truly neutral spot with the truly neutral state of--the whole city. His quivering lips formed a saucy smile of arrogance, "You can't do that. I am the most important man in this city. The crimelords protect me without question, I am totally autonomous."

"Is that so?" the Kingmaker asked, its voice glinting with dark, metallic amusement. The beskar fingers tapped on its wrist, a holographic display of numbers, words, and names appeared. "I believe they would feel differently when they learned what you have been up to. First, the laundering, taking your own off their shipments, one night stands with various female and male officials in each of their departments, taking favors from their slaves while in your space port, extortion from their independent pilot, and the list goes on."

As the charges were read off, the man's face went from tan to white as the snow on Hoth. The auditory detectors notated that his heart rate had increased 400% and his body heat had fluctuated wildly on the thermal imaging.

"I believe," said the Kingmaker, "that one should never fleece the criminal lords, and you have fleeced every one of them. Not once, but many times. If you want to see tomorrow--or ever feel the free breeze again, you will do as I say and work exclusively for my party I represent; James Justice," the Kingmaker paused to let the information sink in, "Do we have an understanding?"

[member="stardust"]
[member="One-Eyed Jack Varren"]
[member="Nyx"]
[member="Dion Kayl"]
[member="Triter Zone"]
[member="Ashalah Ky"]

 

[Kiber_Thaxton]

Objective: A
Location: Inside the bar
Allies: Nagurra the Wookie

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"Of course bounty hunter," Drime replied, as he got up from his booth and lead the way to a small backroom, where they could conduct their rather delicate business in private. Closing the door behind them, Drime sat down and offered the Mandalorian a seat. Kiber sat down on the opposite side of the table and he began to talk about his proposition - he wanted to purchase twin female Twi'leks to help with his ship, so it was clear that he would need two who were highly skilled, but knew their place as slaves and would not step outside his boundary. Drime's mind went into overdrive, calculating the total price for the two slaves plus any expenses. "So, here is the address of the holding facility you'll have to visit to inspect your slaves, before making the final purchase," Kiber siipped the note into his armour and memorised the location.

"So, now Drime, are we clear on what I want?" Kiber glared at him from behind his helmet; the Trandoshan nodded sagely and said that he fully understood where the Mandalorian was coming from. The two shook on the deal and went to leave, but something was holding Drime back and preventing him from leaving. "Oh, and Drime, this is where your part in my journey ends..." Drime turned around and saw that he was in the clutches of a Wookie. "Drime, meet Nagurra. Nagurra, this is Drime," the Trandoshan felt his throat being gradually crushed with every passing moment and he began to struggle, saying that Gossk would find out. "Not if I get to him first..." the Mando chuckled and he ordered Nagurra to let go. Nagurra dropped Drime onto the cold hard floor and growled at him in a warning. Drime wanted to get away.

"Alright friend, let's go and find this holding facility," the bounty hunter and Wookie made their escape out of the rear exit and made their way towards the next destination. Suddenly, on his scanners, the Mando saw that three Trandoshan slavers were around the next corner - they'd probably be part of Gossk's group and out on the prowl for females on the street to kidnap and force into a life of slavery. Nagurra looked at his Mandalorian friend and Kiber nodded at him. "Time to kick ass and take some more names," Nagurra smiled and slowly approached.

 

[Ashalah Ky]

Objective: D
Location: Casino
Allies: [member="Dion Kayl"]

It was like liquid electricity had been poured into her veins when he kissed her back, running his hands along her skin. When they broke away, there was a giggle, and Azetha looked over at the young woman. She didn't say anything, smiled a bit, letting Dion lead her to the front desk. Once there, she gave the attendant a big smile, wrapping her arms around Dion and leaning against him, giggling slightly. They got their key and went into the elevator. Dion pressed the button and the doors closed. "Now I think the best place to start looking would be -- mmph!" Her words were cut off when Dion kissed her. He held her like that, the doors dinged as they opened, and someone whistled.

Azetha pushed away slightly, covering her cheeks in your hands. "Oh, stop it. You're embarrassing me." She was whisked past the other people and into the room, where she took a moment to admire the lavish decorations. "I see Fongo spared no expense in this place."

 

[Kiber_Thaxton]

Objective: A​

Location: Dal’Bor side street​

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Kiber and Nagurra crept up on the three Trando slavers and leapt into action, with Nagura grabbing two of them and choking them with his hands, while the third was swiftly brought to the ground by a heavy kick to an old injury. “Now, I need to know some information, and believe you can provide it to me,” said a cool and collected Mandalorian bounty hunter to the wounded Trando slaver.

“What do you want?!” exclaimed this Trando, as he held his injured leg tightly with both hands and was rolling around in great pain.

“I would like to know where Gossk’s slave holding facility is,” Kiber replied, as he looked over the Trando; he sure was a slaver alright, from the clothing and down to his shoes - they were very expensive, which was to be expected from someone in this disgusting line of work, so Kiber continued his questioning.

“Why would I tell a bounty hunter like you?!” roared the Trando; he was pulled up onto his feet and was brought only a few inches away from Kiber’s mask.

“Because if you don’t, I will just have to deal with you, and your friends, till you give me the name of that place...” the Trandoshan could feel himself shaking, so he decided to finally comply with the bounty hunter’s request and told him.

“It is just on the outskirts of Dal’Bor. It is a large warehouse type building and it has many levels, so you would have to fight for each and every floor, till you got to the third basement level, which is where Gossk keeps his slaves. The second basement is the inspection facility, and the first basement level is the waiting lounge and transaction area, before they are sold, and moved on with their new masters,” Kiber nodded understandingly and dropped the Trando on the street, telling Nagurra to now drop the slaver’s two cronies, which he did.

“It looks like we have our work cut out for us now my friend...” Kiber said to his Wookie companion; Nagurra patted the Mando on the back reassuringly, as if to say that he would be staying by his side, no matter what happened there.

 

[Echo Emerald]

Twenty seconds till drop for the admiral." You could hear troops loading weapons and checking their equipment again. "Ten seconds till drop. Ours scouts tell us that they have already killed the informants and the dealer has upped the security." The lights went out then a single red light turned on with the drop alarm going off. The ships doors flung open allowing the troops to pour out into the streets as metal machines dropped from other ships above them.Their presents scared most of the commoners that lived here as they ran into building shutting doors and windows with fear in their eye's.
"This is commander fox requesting position of Admiral [member="stardust"] If there is no response within five minutes we will head to known last location." The commander the started to yell at the troops to set all weapons on stun for now.

Echo listening to commander fox requesting star location. She then looked down at a data pad finding all the shipments and were the location of the gangs. "Commander we found the Red's main forces are and still looking for the raiders positions shall we attack?" Looking up from the data pad at the commander then taking a few seconds to think before coming to a conclusion. "Set up forty snipers and tell them to take out the heaviest guards they can find and eliminate them. Until we get there." The commander nodded as he informed the scouts the new plans. "Ten till drop!" The pilot yelled from the front. AS they passed over another company employee. The pilot yelling trigger a chain reaction of every trooper loading their weapons and checking their equipment then the trooper in front of them equipment two minutes later one after another each clone yelled clear then a it going pitch black the a small red light near the doors revealing only their faces.

Spoiler

Spoiler

C-Swooping in for Victory: Two rival swoop gangs, the Reds and the Raiders run the lower streets of Dal'Bor. James won both of their stuff in a fair bet... but they aren't exactly wanting to give it over.... Get it, prefer casualties to be minimal.
E- Snowflakes:

Stardust Backup (Only Commanded by her)

Spoiler

40 Bulwark Combat Droid
24 MT-RAW
Eighty soldiers (Armor, ACS-004 Olympian Battle Armor)

Echo's military

Spoiler

800 Spaarti Clone Troopers
800 Spaarti Combat Medic
600 Spaarti Combat Engineer
800 Spaarti Naval Crew
400 Spaarti Sniper
400 Spaarti Comm Operator
Equipment:
TMW-M1 "Lance" Sniper Rifle
Tenloss EQM1-LMG "Equalizer" Squad Automatic Weapon
PDW-M1 "Neutralizer"
VLR-5 "Valor" Assault Blaster
Armor:
ACS-004 Olympian Battle Armor

Scouter bikes:
Stinger Speeder Bike

Dropships:
H-SDV1 "The Truck"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YhtwUk3QagQ

 

[Dion Kayl]

Objective: D
Location: Casino Hotel Suite
Allies: [member="Ashalah Ky"]

Dion followed Azetha into the suite, also admiring the place, but activating his electromagnetic-field vision to see if there were any listening devices hidden around. There were none. "Yes, my understanding is that he's a rather reclusive Hutt-- pours everything into this Casino, never leaving the place. And he doesn't emerge from his private quarters unless there's a good reason. That's why we'll have to bet and win a large sum to get him to notice us." Away from the energetic atmosphere of the Casino floor and in the calm quiet of their room, Dion's felt his mind grow sharper. Perhaps there was something in the air down there after all... some kind of drug being pumped through the vents, making everyone giddy and high.

Passing the fully stocked bar, Dion made his way to the balcony and gazed out the glass doors, taking a few deep, controlled breaths. He found Azetha's reflection in the glass and contemplated it; their lovers act was off to a good start, but what kind of acting might they both be required to do before the job was done?

Pushing that aside, Dion turned to face her. "We should make sure we have our stories straight in case Fongo or one of his people start asking questions. So, we're two lovers who decided to rendezvous at the Casino. We can say you're from off-world and are visiting Bal'Dor, and that I represent an ultra-wealthy corporation that wants to invest in Fongo's business. We'll keep the details light until we actually meet the Hutt, at which point I'll have to unveil the ultimatum-- yield control of the Casino to [member="James Justice"] peacefully, or..." he trailed off. Truly, if they could simply get close to Fongo without him suspecting anything, they could kill him then and there, then Dion could signal for reinforcements to help take control of the place. But that was a messy route. Dion really hoped the Hutt would yield. "... your thoughts?"

 

[Triter Zone]

[member="James Justice"]

Objective: C.

Triter waited at the bar, drumming his fingers on the time-polished counter top as the minutes ticked by. The drink before him - a foamy, almost black local brew that the young Amaran was hesitant to drink too much of - say mostly unfinished, the glass showing distorted reflections of the bar upon its curved outer surface.
Finally, the pirate heard footsteps approaching, and turned to see a being plodding toward the bar. He eased up onto a stool beside Triter, dwarfing the smaller being.

He was some variety of near-human, Triter gathered; thick-shouldered, grey skin, perhaps Mugaari, if the Amaran had to make a guess.
He was big, especially for a swoop jockey, which Triter assumed he was from his dress and associations. The man was powerfully built, standing a good two meters; despite his physique, though, Triter saw a gleam of intelligence in his dark eyes.
The Shistavanen returned briefly with, of all things, a snifter of syrspirit. The humanoid took it, swirling the contents delicately, before downing them in a single pull. He wiped his mouth, popped his neck noisily, and then peered down at Triter.
"The man at the door tells me Justice sent you, is that right?"
Triter looked up at the man, narrowing his eyes.
"That depends." The Amaran replied, taking a cautious sip of his beer. "I was sent here to speak with the leaders of the Reds and the Raiders. I was under the impression, given the history of those two groups, that these would be two separate people."
The grey-skinned humanoid chuckled, and held his glass out. It was refilled, and he downed it again.
"Astute of you." He replied, looking at the wall of bottles behind the bar. "And until recently, that would have been a safe assumption. Unfortunately, not long ago those two had something of a... conflict of interests. I helped mediate it; suffice it to say that those two are no longer in disagreement."
The big man grinned widely, looking back down at Triter.
"I'm afraid the gangs you came to meet no longer exist, either. The war between them had gone on too long, you see; I mediated that, too. We're the Red Raiders now; not terribly clever, I'll admit, but it simplifies things."
His grin relaxed into an easy smile.
"Whatever business Justice had with my predecessors, I'm afraid they didn't pass it on."
Triter pursed his lips.
This, indeed, was not what the Amaran had expected to find. The Reds and the Raiders had been at each-others throats for years; whoever this being was, he had done away with the old leadership of both, and some how united them into a single entity. He was plainly formidable, physically and mentally...
Cultured thugs are the worst kind.
"I must say, I had not expected to find the situation in your territory had changed so dramatically." The space pirate replied. "I congratulate you; this must have been no easy task."
The giant shrugged modestly.
"It took some doing, but honestly, nothing too bad."
Triter nodded, and took another pull from his beer.
What to do now...

 

[James Justice]

The captain gave a hesitant nod, but it was easy for the Kingmaker to see the attempted guile in his face, "Yes, I think we do."

"Good," the metallic being intoned, "You will be hearing from me shortly."

He turned to leave, when the sensitive auditory scanners picked up the sound of a blaster being drawn. A shot pinged off the back of the metallic head. Then another, and two more. The Kingmaker sighed inside, why did they always have to try and resist?

He turned around unscathed and the horrified Captain intensified his shots, his accuracy going through the roof. Scanners indicated that his body temperature was raising and his heart was racing. The subtle scent of adrenaline eminated from his body. But his body wasn't the only thing getting hotter. As the twelfth shot rang out, missing entirely, the shabbily made hold out blaster's coolant gave out, exploding in his hands. Heat and shrapnel went everywhere--as well as flesh and blood from the explosion. The Kingmaker watched, unaffected before taking a step forward.

The man had fallen back in his chair, weeping and screaming in agony. What a pitiful way to die. Was there no honor or self-respect anymore? A metal hand reached out and gripped the wounded man's neck. With a quick, easy twist, it crunched under the servos, and the man's body went still and very quiet. Pity. He would have been a great addition had he not been so foolish.

The Kingmaker stepped out into the hall and found its way out, sending an encrypted message to one of Justice Shipping's lieutenants. He would be the next chief of security over the port. If anyone was foolish enough try and stop it--he would splatter their brains across the walls personally. Now, to the next job......

[member="stardust"]
@One-Eyed Jack Varran
[member="Dion Kayl"]
[member="Echo Emerald"]
[member="Triter Zone"]
[member="Nyx"]
[member="Kiber Thaxton"]
[member="Ashalah Ky"]

 

[Kiber_Thaxton]

Objective: A​

Location: Gossk's Warehouse/Underground, Level 1, Gossk's Warehouse ​

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Leaving the three Trandoshan slavers to their eventual fate, footsteps echoed throughout the quiet streets until the pair came to an old industrial part of the city. The buildings were run down and boarded up by their previous owners. It would be like trying to find a proverbial needle in a haystack. All of a sudden, a piercing scream shattered the night. Gossk’s men had found another victim.

“Let me go!!!” a girl screamed at persons unknown who were handling her.

“Just shut up girlie!!” someone yelled at her, before Kiber heard the sound of a rather hefty punch being directed toward her stomach, silencing her for now.

Kiber and Nagurra followed the confrontation and watched as two Trandoshan slavers carried an unconscious Twi’lek girl to a large warehouse. It looked as if it had not been occupied for quite some time. Looking around him, Kiber got his scanners online, and saw there were security cameras around the place, to keep prying eyes, and minds, out. The scanners picked up that there was a single spot in the building that was not totally covered by the security system.

“Come on Naggie, let’s get moving,” Kiber followed his scanners to the rear of the warehouse and saw that there was a pile of lumber that looked like stairs - they led up to a window on the second floor. A light was on up there too.

The Mando motioned for the Wookie to go first and open the window. Nagurra climbed the pile of lumber and managed, by brute force, to open the window - he signalled to his partner in crime that it was alright to move. Kiber moved up the lumber pile swiftly and took a quick look around; no one seemed to be up on the second floor, but you could never be too sure about this sort of thing.

“Let’s move quickly and take out anyone who stands in our way brother...” the Mando said, readying the disruptor shotgun and loading two shells into it.

The duo climbed into the corridor and made their way down it, checking each and every door. Light was coming from the door at the very end of the corridor and it meant someone must be burning the midnight oil. Putting his hand onto the handle, he could hear someone on a comlink, arguing with someone else, so he would be the first victim of his personal crusade against slavery. As the door burst open, the Trandoshan slaver looked up in complete surprise at his visitors. Putting the comlink away, he stood up and asked what they wanted. Nagurra reared up to his full height and spoke to the Trandoshan, getting to the point.

“Aguhwwgggghhh aarrragghuuhw uughghhhgh huuguughghg....” as he finished, the Trando stood in bewilderment in regards to what he heard - it was rare for him to come into contact with Wookies, so he had no idea what it was saying to him, but then the Mandalorian bounty hunter gladly translated.

“He wants to know about Gossk, and his slavery ring, much like I do...” sitting in the chair opposite the Trandoshan, Kiber began asking him hard questions.

“How many slaves does Gossk have here now?” the Trando looked around as a complete stranger was grilling him; he wanted to get away from the pair.

“I-I don’t know,” the Trandoshan replied; Kiber knew that he was lying, so then he got up and produced his shotgun, prodding it into his chubby stomach.

“Please do not play games with me sir...” Kiber scowled behind his helmet.

“Alright, alright!! He has thirty of the highest quality Twi’lek slaves down in the basement levels, currently waiting transportation to their new owners....” and the next thing he knew was that the butt of the shotgun was smashed against his mouth, causing him to spit out broken teeth and copious amounts of blood.

Kiber nodded and thanked the Trando for his help with his query, and left the office, breaking down the fire exit door with a hefty kick from his boot. Nagurra followed close behind and the pair came to the first floor. Looking out into the lobby, the Mando saw that security guards were patrolling. It would take a lot to get past the lot of them, but he had a plan that would hopefully work out.

He crept up to the door and slowly pushed it open. Running into the shadows, he got out a tiny emitter that duplicated those heat sources of a fictional being near them, so they would have to see if someone had broken in, and was now snooping around inside the warehouse. Three guards left and they went on a fruitless search, while one remained at their security desk. Kiber crept over to him through the shadows and silently stood waiting for him to turn around. As he observed, the security guard turned, so the Mando struck silent and hard.

Kiber wrapped his arm around the guard’s neck, and put him into a chokehold and after a short struggle, the guard succumbed to the lack of oxygen and he collapsed onto the floor. His body was dragged into the shadows and then the pair moved to the door that would take them down to the first basement level, and where they would come across tougher opponents and much more. They started down the stars and readied themselves for whatever threat would come their way next...