Dominion Liquid Gold (Sleheyron | HSC)

[Gorba the Hutt]

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DOMINION OF SLEHEYRON​

The Bryn’adul terraformed worlds they conquered into places that mirrored their homeworld. Lush jungles and oceans would be burned away. Replaced with volcanic wastes and boiling calderas.

They did not terraform Sleheyron.

The place was a hellhole when they found it.

Coruscant’s spires glitter with civilized commerce. Nar Shaddaa bathes in neon at night. But Sleheyron? Sleheyron suffocates in choking, black smog.

The billowing plumes rising from the hundreds of tibanna refinery stacks across the industrial world’s surface are the very reason the Hutt Space Consortium looks to bring the planet under its control. All those refineries churn polluted profit, day in and day out. And amidst the towering stacks? Well, seedier deeds might go unnoticed.

Already, the Consortium worms its way into the government of the planet, but the corrupt foreman of several refinery stacks sees an opportunity for himself and has seized control of a section of stacks using a local gang of street toughs and refinery workers loyal to him.

This sudden move has put the Consortium off balance as a delegation of corporate elite from the Galactic Alliance core worlds is set to arrive that very same day. Scrambling, the crime lords seek to appease the executives, while stamping out the foreman’s “strike” by any means necessary.

Meanwhile, corsairs of the Consortium, led by the Kraken Coalition, seek to strike at a valuable convoy of ships carrying tibanna before they enter the system. If the Krakens can seize the fuelers, they can resell the tibanna to the refineries on Sleheyron and make a hefty profit.

So, you want to join the Consortium’s dominion, eh? Well, guess you’ll be looking for some way to get involved. Below are a set of objectives to uh… streamline your participation… for a price…

Objective One - Pirate the Convoy - You got your own ship? Figure you can use it for some profits, huh? Well good. The Kraken will need the help, because the three tibanna refuelers have escorts and they won’t be happy to see you. Blow the escorts to scrap, or board them too, it doesn’t really matter. Just so long as you keep those fuel ships intact.

Objective Two - Seize the Refinery - As you heard, we have a bit of a problem with a certain Nimbanel foreman called Morse. He and a bunch of other refinery technicians have decided that they will run the refinery themselves… and take all the profits. That’s not a deal we like. Kill the Nimbanel in whatever way you see fit and take back the refinery stack. Just don’t blow the whole thing up. And be careful, sounds like he hired a gang of those cybernetic freaks called the Ganks.

Objective Three - Tour the Refinery - You. Yeah you with the stupid look. Are you seriously going to be smoking a deathstick when the Alliance delegation shows up? You know they’ll probably have Jedi with them, right? Unbelievable. Toss that thing. Ok, listen. A bunch of corporate VIPs are coming down to Sleheyron. Your job is to make sure (A) nothing happens to them (B) you don’t embarrass the bosses and (C) they do not, do NOT - and I cannot stress this enough - do NOT find out about what’s going on in objective two. You got that? They hear explosions in the background, you say your pal in the refresher has explosive diarrhea or something, I don’t give a kark. Just keep them happy. Keep them busy. And don’t screw this up.

Objective Four - Do whatever the hell you want. This is Hutt Space. Just remember, you reap what you sow, sleemo.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Objective Two
Koda Fett

“Yeah. Yeah that’s him,” a low rasp came from the throat of an Arkanian. He didn’t really look like one. Oh sure he had the pure white, pupilless eyes, the pointy ears and the clawed fingers, but his face bore far too many scars and his hair was shaved into a mohawk.

The macrobinocular view zoomed in a few clicks on a two-legged guy with a face like a walrus. The Arkanian grunted, a wad of thyssel bark in his gums that chewed slowly.

“I can take the shot.”

The Arkanian’s finger curled slowly around the trigger of his sniper rifle. His breathing stilled.

“Woah, woah, hold on,” said the Vodran beside him. The Arkanian couldn’t remember his name. Of course, the Vodran probably couldn’t remember his name either. It was Jeth’Ro, if anyone cared, but no one really ever did. He was a killer for hire. Sort of. The vodran was still talking “-and the thing is, how do you know he’s even this Morse guy?”

“Well. He’s a Nimbanel.”

“... And?”

“And Morse is a Nimbanel.”

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

Jeth’Ro was a little confused. He had a clear view on the target. He could just take the shot now and they would be done with the thing, as far as he was concerned anyway.

“You can’t just kill some random Nimbanel without confirming that he’s THE Nimbanel. You know how many of them work here? Just… ugh. I’m calling this in. Xek to Fett. Do you read me? We’ve located the refinery. Are the teams good to go?”

 

[Koda Fett]

SLEHEYRON, OBJECTIVE TWO
Sal Katarn

It was from behind a mound of near-molten rock that the Hunter stood near a small detatchment of so-called soldiers Gorba had on offer for a more immediate use. It consisted of those often considered idiots, the meat-heads of the Hutt enforces; could use a staff, a hammer, a club, or a rock. Not so much when it came to their brains, Fett noted to himself with a hint of bitterness. He could hear their hushed chatter, all those frivolous and nonsensical comments earned a small scowl across his own concealed features. Professionalism was lost, it seemed, least with a crowd such as this.

He stared in silence for a moment, the T-visor settled on them and each of them fell silent. Nikto, Klatoonian, Vodran and scrambled droids.

Gank Killers will eat them alive.

"I read," answered his often callous tone, "They're ready."

 

[Xi Jago]

Objective Two
Koda Fett | Sal Katarn

Binocs out, focusing in the viewfinder on an An Uos Family Transport. One vehicle in that refinery that the Syndicate really wanted. They wouldn't be expecting an attack on that single transport among the confusion, but that's why Xi was here for. Paid up front, they had a couple of hover transports with them. In and out quick.

The Pykes had a couple of snipers ready and at least twelve of them ready to breach on the east side. All laying low, getting high, and checking their weapons.

"Presents in place." The Pyke's said over in comms to Koda Fett | Sal Katarn

With Xi's fingers on a detonator ready to blow an ion charge around the fencing and knock out the nearside cameras. There was some kind of large vehicle parked with the Pyke's as well, seems like it was going to ram. Packed with further ion charges, they should punch through whatever was there, without causing any real damage to the refinery.

Flicking a switch on the front of the armorplast armor, Xi took a long drag on the spice pipe that ran through his armor. His mind began racing, and the adrenaline picked up, this blend was part combat stim, part ecstasy to ignore pain. Checking his carbine, the rifle on the back, the pistols on the hips, the shield generator, and his other toys.

"Call it." When they did, and only when they did… "Three, Two, One."

NPCs: 12 x Syndicate Lackeys | 2 x Snipers | 1 x Rigged Hover Truck | 2 x Looting Hover Trucks | All free for anyone to use.

 

[Cass Gemini]

Spoiler: Gear and other links

Equipped:

• Calypso's Thunder
• Harlequin sabers
• Gravpack
• Viper mk2 skinsuit
• Thermal Detonators

Ship:

• Midnight Kyber
• 4 x Sciss stealth fighters

NPCs:

• Crew of the Midnight Kyber

Tag: OPEN

"Are we in position yet?" Cass asked to the pilot of the Midnight Kyber as it hung in space with its cloaking device active.

"Yes Captain, the haulers have entered system and are about to go into orbit."

Perfect timing. This system was on the very edge of SJC space and would be a rendezvous between the three haulers, there escorts, and a Concord safety inspection team. Due to the dangerous cargo and dubious safety in the importing world, the ships had to be inspected before being allowed to cross the border, so here they were.

...Except the inspection team werent coming, the poor inspectors were running late, their had been an unfortunate collision between their shuttle and one of Cass's proton bombs... oops. So now they wouldnt be arriving. At least their had a rescue ship available to graciously rescue the crew, they were now in her brig having exchanged their security codes for their lives, smart guys.

"Outgoing comms from the transports in direction of inspection shuttle, intercepting and patching through." Dex spoke up.

"This is Dumgal of Hauler Techyon-4, where the feth are you?"

Cass replied to the comm
"This is Senior Inspector Jonas responding, clearance fo R4-66Z-38A. We were diverted temporarily but will be with you within 2 hours, please enter orbit as previously arranged. Any costs associated with your delay will be compensated as per the merchant charter."

"Roger Mr. Jonas, just dont be too long please."

The three haulers fixed their orbits and powered down their engines, fuel was money, after all. As per standard practice, a few dozen escort fighters were patrolling the area along with the escort corvettes these were a nusciance, but not unexpected. With no engines, crews chilling for a few hours and their hyperdrives well within a gravity well of the nearby planet, the scene couldn't have been set better for an ambush by corsairs, its almost as if the Kraken Queen herself had planned it.

Cass grinned wickedly to herself as hership began to move in.

 

[Kas Varad]

Objective 1
Pirate the Convoy
Location. The Riptide's Bridge.

Aboard the riptide an old Nudcha Class Heavy Assault Cruiser. Kas got to the bridge and readied up. Most of the Zann Consortium fleet was old and in need of modernization, but it was functional and this particular ship was slow but well armored, good shields. Tough puppies. No hanger space to be worth a damn but all the fighters had hyperdrives.

"Credits are good and received." Kas broadcast. "Clan Varad, Zann Consortium Assets are jumping." He checked above on the readout, "Expect us… about now." He laughed. They jumped in behind the convoy, hopefully pushing the enemy away from them, straight into the waiting ambush and the planet's gravity well.

"Prize is on the way enjoy." Cass Gemini The simple message came, he didn't know who he was speaking to only that someone was out there. The crusader didn't bother with formalities, too much in the zone looking forward to it.

Cracking his knuckles. "Oya manda! Let's get this started." Consortium fighters began to form up but stayed defensive around the Zann's own cruiser as per the plan to be the hammer not the anvil.

Zann Consortium Assets
The Riptide: a Nudcha Class Heavy Assault Cruiser
12 x Light Half Drive Fighters
6 x Arduv Assault Starfighters

Out of Zone Reserve:
1x Diablo Class Cruiser
6 x Hutt Heavy Bombers

 

[Karkosuchus]

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Spoiler: Equipment

Bandolier Syntherope Food Rations Hush 98 Comlink Imagecaster Flash Grenade Sonic Detonator Bacta Grenade Concussion Grenade Thermal Detonator Energy Bola Fire Blade

Brass Knuckles VT Portable Shield Generator DZ 17X Nemesis Dissuader KD-30 .48 Caliber Enforcer Pistol DLT-19 Heavy Blaster Rifle

Objective Two
Seize the Refinery

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The soft but firm footsteps of the Saurton Bounty Hunter and Mercenary became so much clearer as he approached the outskirts of the Refinery. He himself had chosen to come to the aid of the hutt space consortium while his partner was away working for the Marzoni Cartel on Corellia. There partnership was turning sour due to the gand speaking for the pair, rendering him nothing more than a pet following his owner. The saurton snarled with anger at the mere prospect of being treated as such. From the information so far given to them before the mission, a nimbanel called morse was causing some trouble. His jaw snapped shut around his cigar as he turned around the corner of a wall.

His rifle pointed around a corner, looking forward at a pair of gank as they patrolled the perimeter for intruders. He squeezed the trigger as a hail of blaster bolts screamed down towards them. They barely had time to take cover as the rapid fire took over. Mowing them down through their cybernetics. Ganks normally would be able to react quick enough but he had managed to surprise them this time. He reloaded his ammunition having spent it on ensuring their demise. Moving now to the bodies, he dragged them out of sight of anyone else while watching for any camera system. Although he wasn't worried about being spotted as that just meant more food for himself.

He dropped his cigar on the ground, along with his rifle. Tearing off the arm of a gank and shoving it down into his gullet, crunching his teeth into the cybernetic parts and bones remaining. Eating the pair without leaving any evidence would take a small amount of time. He picked up his rifle once again and rolled into cover behind an oil drum. His eyes scanned around coming across a nimbanel, unsure of weather it was the person mention. In any event he moved out of cover and wrapped the rifle around his throat. While he was suffocating, he chomped down hard on his head to blood spatter and brain tissue littered on the ground.

He dragged the new kill behind the oil drum and consumed it, although this was likely wasting time. Leaving no evidence behind was paramount to stealth.

Sal Katarn
Koda Fett
Xi Jago

 

[Nasir Drayen]

III.​

"Is this all really necessary, Mighty Gorba?"

Nasir rolled his eyes and yawned, not quite able to feign deference. He stroked the fur of his massive targon Mithra who squeezed her four eyelids shut in regal feline pleasure. They were both relaxing on an elegant chaise lounge aboard the Queen of Air and Darkness high above Sleheyron. Such luxury was still a far cry from his palace back on Dubrillion but sadly these trips seemed too often required for some of the royal family's business interests throughout Hutt Space.

"Can't we just bribe a few Trade Federation bureaucrats?" the Prince asked Gorba as if this entire world bored him.

His insolent gaze was briefly distorted by holofrequency interference. An expensive looking custom-built droid with a full-scale projector unit on its back hovered in front of Gorba the Hutt . Such paranoid measures were common for Prince Nasir. Family connections to the five syndicates had so far escaped Imperial scrutiny. Gorba was not a fool and some of the others probably also suspected by now, yet they could prove nothing. Besides it would not do to waste fine silks on squalid planets like this one.

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

TOUR THE REFINERY
TIBANNA REFINERY // SLEHEYRON

Gorba the Hutt | The Prince | Open

A retinue of finely dressed Senators sporting the latest Core fashions, escorted by Senate Guards in glistening blue ceremonial armour, were led through the dark, filthy confines of the refinery. It was a far cry from the polished hallways of Coruscant, and certainly closer than most Senators had come to the citizenry since this election.

But for Chancellor Tithe, it was a necessary discomfort. The ongoing war with the Brotherhood of the Maw and the escalating conflict with the New Imperial Order threatened to exhaust the Alliance’s reserves of tibanna gas. On a more personal level, Tithe was advised that the locals were interested in securing foreign investment. Few industries in the galaxy were turning the profit margins of those that fuelled conflict, and in a region with what could only be described as lax law, the potential for high profits and low overheads was unmatched.

“Well, there certainly is some… uhh… great potential,” Tithe replied to their hosts. He could see the credits that a place like this could generate, fuelling wars throughout the Core. There was no shortage of Corporatist senators to help usher the proposal through the Committee on Finance & Commerce. “I trust the local regulators won't be a problematic?”

 

[Xi Jago]

Objective Two
Spice, Smoke, and Stir-fry
Koda Fett | Sal Katarn | Karkosuchus

In tandem with the terrifying Saurion Warmaster saying hello, the first ion charge blew the east side perimeter fencing out completely, a blinding white and blue shock. The hovertruck shoved onto auto, went straight through the fencing gap into the nearest guard post. Causing a much bigger ion shock to short out nearby cameras or any sentries watching the action. A beautiful white and blue display, physically leaving all but the fence and a cracked wall it had run into intact. Any cybernetics caught in the blast were having a hard time of it.

A dozen spiced up Pykes descended on the opening made by the breach. The snipers from the ridge picking off a couple of stunned guards as they got to their feet. Smoke grenades went up next obscuring vision further. Blasterbolts at medium range snapped through the screen into unsuspecting ganks.

Xi ducked low behind a wall when a bolt hit a nearby Pyke square in the chest, taking out the shooter with a suppressive burst from his blaster carbine through the smoke. Barely visible he could see an especially large Gank and his partner were setting up what looked to be some form of old OS-GG1 blaster chaingun!

Frak me. Inhaling a large burst of spice by reflex.

Looking about for harder cover, there was no time to move before the Gank opened up, 1,500 blaster rounds a minute of pure energy now ripping toward the Pykes through their own smoke screen. The wall, the metal, the fencing it was all melting around them. One Pyke was almost cut in half. Smoke didn't mean much when the entire cloud was turning red from blaster discharge. The heat coming off that thing was intense.

"You got a sec?" Karkosuchus The Pyke shouted through the malestrom of blaster bolts pinning them down. The pair of ganks looked to be enjoying themselves! "500 credits on those guys!" Not much but a bounty's a bounty right? Right?

 

[Xyoz Maji]

Objective III

"Uh, yeah. Regulators aren't gonna be a problem." Wait how'd he end up here? Xyoz scratched the back of his neck, offering the kindest smile he could to Aerarii Tithe and the rest of the delegation. This was his own fault, of course. Wrong turn, and instead of heading out to raid the compound he came here. At the worst moment possible. But this was fine! He could swing this, right? It was just some technical knowledge of the refinery needed.

Ah man he was fucked wasn't he.

Wait were the Regulators people or machine. The Shistavanen at least had a pretty good poker face as he motioned them to continue the tour ahead.

"Why don't we show you how the refinery works? Just this way."

Gorba the Hutt | The Prince

 

[Karkosuchus]

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Spoiler: Equipment

Bandolier Syntherope Food Rations Hush 98 Comlink Imagecaster Flash Grenade Sonic Detonator Bacta Grenade Concussion Grenade Thermal Detonator Energy Bola Fire Blade

Brass Knuckles VT Portable Shield Generator DZ 17X Nemesis Dissuader KD-30 .48 Caliber Enforcer Pistol DLT-19 Heavy Blaster Rifle

Objective Two
Seize the Refinery​

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The Saurton had just finished his nimbanel meal, rising up from the bones left over. His eyes scanned over to someone who was talking to him through the smoke of the battlefield. He looked ahead at the two gank giving the pyke assault team a hard time. 500 credits wasn't all that bad considering. He climbed up the oil drum in a quick flurrying motion. His large legs and size carried him up there without much difficulty. He got a running start and leaped into the sky. Landing upon the two gank with his giant feet as they smashed into the ground. Although their cybernetics were damaged they had managed to inflict some wounds upon his scaly hide from their fruitful struggles underneath. He put all his weight down on top of them to the crushing sound of both bone and metal.

Lifting his feet up to reveal broken puddles of blood and cybernetics. He grabbed his rifle from his strap, holding it within his hands as he moved forward. He didn't forget about the payment but would ask for it at a better time from the pyke. Hunching down underneath a refinery pipe he smelled the air and waited for another pair of gank to come around the corner. Luck would have it that it was a pair of droidekas no doubt purchased from CIS Remnants. They activated their shields as soon as they came around the corner.

No matter how powerful his rifle was, they wouldn't penetrate the deflector shields of the droidekas. He moved away from their firing line as their double laser cannons would put a dent into his scaly form no doubt. Moving behind a pillar, he kicked it with his giant foot as it broke apart and send the rubble rolling forward into the droidekas who promptly went splat on the ground. As deflector shields couldn't stop solid objects from entering inside of them.

He jumped on top of a crosswalk now, looking down at the refinery workers still having no idea what was going on. He almost pitied them if not for his ever growing desire to feast and feed on everything.

Koda Fett
Xi Jago
Sal Katarn

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Objective Three - Tour the Refinery

Gorba's one good eye rolled.

<Federations come and go. We need legitimate business> he rumbled, <If the galactic market sees the Alliance purchasing our products, investors will feel more at ease. Ah, here they are now.>

He intercepted the touring delegates by slowly locomoting into their path and slithering alongside them. Briefly, he squinted at Xyoz Maji . Why was the street dealer here? No matter. He and The Prince could smooth these matters over with Aerarii Tithe .

<My associate is correct, Chancellor Tithe, planetary emission regulations have recently been lowered. I myself will have a seat on the new Environmental Protection Board. Our refineries will produce the cheapest tibanna in the galaxy. A valuable resource in these times, don't you think?>

Everyone knew there was a war on, after all.

 

[Nasir Drayen]

III.
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"Chancellor Tithe," the Prince's visage flickered, "Please forgive my manners. Unavoidable matters in the Corporate Sector, I'm afraid. My name is Nasir."

Now that things were getting interesting Drayen poured himself a glass of muon gold. Manipulating a handheld control device, he commanded his holoemitter droid to scuttle over so Aerarii Tithe could see him relaxing aboard an extravagant star yacht. His neckline, ears and fingers were covered in fine jewelry studded with precious gems. His wardrobe would put an Alderaanian noble to shame. Yet all this glamor seemed to offer Prince Nasir little amusement.

"Mighty Gorba and I are...accountable to the same shareholders," he explained after a cryptic pause, "Shareholders like this fine gentlebeing..."

Drayen spared a glance at Xyoz Maji only to realize he never bothered learning the creature's name.

 

[Xi Jago]

Objective Two
Then to freeze the leftovers.

Koda Fett | Sal Katarn | Karkosuchus
Standing up, "frelling beautiful". Smoky haze clearing from around the Pyke's, left just smoke from spice coming out the side of his and others' helmets. He saw the squashed form of the Ganks and looked up at the Saurton. Karkosuchus "Nice work," Xi owing 500 credits to a walking tank. Not wanting to get on the wrong side of him any time soon, the Pyke would probably be paying that marker as soon as possible.

Beginning to check the dead for loot as they progressed, they'd do a better search later. Some stolen grenades and interesting weapons or cybernetics were thrown into the back the looting hovertrucks as they came in behind the team, a couple of them firing out the side of the vehicles. Still seemed to be Ganks to deal with the other side of the facility, and other mercs or bounty hunters doing their thing. Droidekas were now making their presence known, one had got between him and his price. Xi so lazer focused on his truck. The remaining Pyke's were swarming toward that one Uos truck, and a couple of the Uos crime family had taken position around the walls trying to delay them. The quality spice inside made that 500 credits look like a small payday, shame it wasn't for him, maybe some might go missing.

As blaster bolts whizzed by. How to get them out without setting the cargo alight? Tough call. He took cover under a metal overhang, staying behind its metal support. An approaching Droidekas shield generator humming to life, became yet another pain in the way of the Pyke's prize.

"Day just keeps getting better." From behind the pillar he took another pull on the spice. "Don't suppose we can talk about this?" He said priming a cryoban grenade. Shame they'd used all the ion charges on breaking into the place. Waiting. Waiting for the right moment. As soon as it turned to fire at something else he rolled the grenade along the ground.....

BOOM HISSSSSS

 

[Kas Varad]

Objective 1
Pirate the Convoy
Location. The Riptide's Bridge.

Tag: Cass Gemini

Bridge of their old cruiser looked alive. Readings and reports coming in. Some crusaders, and many Zann among them to make up the crew. They didn't trust each other much, but when called you fought, and they needed the credits to keep flying. There were no more space bugs left to squash for credits.

Most of the enemy fighters took the bait, some circled back to harass the Zann and push them. The cruiser itself wasn't catching the convoy so that would be up to others to deal with.

"We have escorts headed our way," one of the Zann pirates shouted to him.

"Haatyc or'arue jate'shya ori'sol aru'ike nuhaatyc." Better one big enemy you see than many small ones you can't, for us and for them. Didn't need half the fighters giving them trouble "Open up our guns, give them our reply." Kas gripped the bridge console and looked forward,

A light show and flak screen appeared around the cruiser and fighters, spilling outward to be like a holofireworks display while they slowly pushed forward, almost like a rolling screen to block any retreat away from the planet in their direction. Out of that came the turbolaser fire for any that decided to try their luck anyway, like stab wounds across a smoldering space fire.

If whoever it was out there, were going to make their move, it was now or never.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Seize the Refinery.

That's what they were there to do... and the Arkanian guessed that this crocodile mercenary was either doing that, or just getting his next meal in, because from the probe droid footage being relayed to his datapad it was hard to tell.

"Well. I reckon that's one way to do it. You seeing this, Fett?"

The footage of the Saurton utterly annihilating a Gank, then eating it, was what some might call a spectator sport.

That was when things took a turn.

A squad of Niktos and Vodran tried to go in and clear a corridor leading to the interior of the refinery, but they ended up finding out why Gank Killers were so pricey to hire as mercenaries. The Ganks went through them like a hot knife through butter, leaving a trail of corpses. Niktos and Vodrans had warrior cultures and they were capable soldiers, but cybernetically enhanced contract killers who existed to hunt other sapients were just on another level entirely. In a handful of seconds the entire squad was wiped out and the Arkanian lost comms with all of them.

"Hmm," he grunted. Not good.

Koda Fett Xi Jago Karkosuchus

 

[Trelan Kalien]

Objective II
Opposing Force: Court of Blades​

"I am still awaiting the other five thousand credits Nikto. If they are not received, I am not moving for your stupid takeover."

The Rodian spoke as he sat in a rather cramped cockpit, awaiting on the screen a transfer of credits. The Court of Blades had not been...well taken care of after the events with the Brotherhood of the Maw, nor the unusual takeover of the business from Haon Hafey. The strength of the mercenary group was now at a measly ten percent and most of their holdings were now gone. Glancing at the screen, he noticed a wire transfer of at least a thousand credits as he spoke up again.

"That ain't five grand Nikto, I tol-"
"You get the other four afterwards! I need this now! I will allow all salvage found by the bodies, just get your ass out here now!"
"You best hope I don't find a better deal."

Turning off the communicator, he sat up in his chair as he stretched for a moment and cracked his knuckles. A cheapskate, it barely paid for any ammunition he fired, meaning he best not fire any missiles nor damage the refinery. Some Hutt Gang was trying to upstage the Nikto after they just so happen to take it back over? Long as the credits flow and the weapons are transferred, he would not mind playing ball. Leaning upwards, he flicked a few switches as it switched off standby mode and went into active mode from its hiding spot, one block afar as the doors started to rise in front of him.

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The bipedal walker started to take one step after another forward from its spot, its long head like body turning to the left towards the battlefield as the stealth systems was disengaged. The "COB" Darkness Light Stealth Scout Walker was a rare piece of technology out of the company and rarely seen, more used so as a scout walker...though in a light gang engagement, this looked more so as a walking tank against infantry. Death itself. Turning completely, it moved at an extremely fast speed for something of its size. Approaching right towards the hover trucks, the wind up and then screeching of its repeating laser cannons towards the hover trucks used by Xi Jago . Destroyed, crippled or missed, he would move the laser cannons up towards the men that were assaulting the yard, firing without much cause of aiming.

After firing for a few seconds, the laser cannons would cease as the walker would skid at its destination, crushing part of the fencing nearby as it aimed down at the closest individual it could find of the opposing side. The communications, AKA the speaker would open up as it was a very cut and dry message.

"By the Mercenary Company of the Court of Blades, clear out before I wipe your body with this here foot!"

Sal Katarn Karkosuchus Koda Fett

 

[Xi Jago]

Objective Two
Duck and Run

Koda Fett | Sal Katarn | Karkosuchus | Trelan Kalien

Cryoban grenade went off, sucking in heat around the blast site. Anything leading up to the Uos truck was petrified. Xi adjusted something on his armor, as if dusting it off after the victory. Pretty damn pleased with himself.

"Payday!" Hiss of his rebreather, the trucks started to move in for their spice prize. Reloading a power cell to the carbine, there was a brief whirr from the hungry weapon. The last of the Uos hiding behind the truck made a run for it. Nobody wanted to die for their payday, even those clowns.

Trelan Kalien

Then it happened. Guns blazing up everywhere, with one stunned Pyke looking on. Out of stealth laser cannons tore up the rear hovertruck, shredding through its engine block into the fusion chamber beneath. A notable blue, then orange explosion lit up the refinery. The Pykes' front truck began driving as fast as it could for cover, took a few hits but made the dash. Taken completely by surprise, two of his team were gunned down before they knew what was going on.

"Something," Xi squinted, "ah, guys we got something big." He said over comms. The spicer took another drag of spice and his team dived for cover over boxes, behind pillars or industrial machinery.

Readying another cryoban grenade, he rolled it forward toward where he hoped the walker's legs were and tried to run the other way away from the attacker, heading toward the Uos truck they were looting. The overhanging metal and supports kept providing them some cover. Frak it, the slippery surface from the previous grenade made it difficult though, and he almost fell on his ass getting there.

"By the Mercenary Company of the Court of Blades, clear out before I wipe your body with this here foot!"

"Come on. Come on. Hustle." Taking what they could out of the Uos truck, just the best stuff. They weren't paying him enough to get shot. "Got to be out of here five minutes ago."

 

[Trelan Kalien]

Objective II
Opposing Force: Court of Blades​

The Darkness Stealth Scout Walker turned towards another gang member, ready to open fire upon the unfortunate Pyke Gang....except it happened. The shattering explosion of cold air erupted upon the walkers left foot, freezing it completely in place, bypassing the deflector shield that was installed. The systems started to whine in distress as the left leg was attempting to lift, only to be stuck in place. The intercomn was however, still on to give a rather humorous moment.

"Are you kidding me?! Damn techs did not modulate it!"

The shields should have been able to stop damage such as this though it apparently was missed...something he will have to correct afterwards. As the foot pulled and pulled, the stealth systems started to activate yet as it became fully cloaked from view in a shimmer. Then with a tremendous wrench, a SNAP noise would be heard as one part of the front two toes snap off. With a shuddering CRACK, the ice broke off completely and the walker ran off around the field to get away from whatever caused that form of damage.

However while it was cloaked, it still shimmered some of the Cyrobans freezing temperature on it, the ice reflected quite well on the walkers cloaking armor. With the chill of it nearby, it was not to hard to guess where it was hiding, at least till it melted. Messing with a few system controls, he gave a bit of a groan as he spoke to himself, flicking one of the missile controls as he did not want to risk having anything else break, flicking part of the communications as the switch...was busted.

"A lousy grand and four not paid...better be payin!"

A loud swofting noise be heard as a missile rocketed out of one of its cloaked shoulder pads. Aiming at one of the overhangs, it would streak forward and hit one of the supports, shattering it into pieces due to being an Anti-Armor missile. The scapholding would buckle and part of it would start to lean down as it started to crash down, thankfully away from Pykes men for now but possibly trapping them as the laser cannons would open up from its cloaked position, striking at various portions of the building, trying to track still any of the men.

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