Dominion Liquid Gold (Sleheyron | HSC)

[Xi Jago]

Objective Two
Say hello to my little truck!
Koda Fett | The Arkanian | Karkosuchus | Trelan Kalien

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

"They sucked, should have gone to Denon!" One Pyke shouted back in a taunt! "Yeah get yourself a holobeer, fries, and a better career!" Smug laughter was cut short by the missile finding its target

Whizzing explosion somewhere nearby. "DUCK" Drag on the spice tubes, of course, any excuse. The metal fell near the Pyke's causing at least one to be completely squashed against the wall, and another pulled from the rubble was unconscious, their number was rapidly reducing! Oh well, less of a split on the loot!

"What do you say we talk about this, cut some kind of deal?" He called over to the walker. Not expecting anything, just buying time. Laser canons going off everywhere.

"We got anymore nades Vas?" One Pyke shrugged, another ran forward, completely spiced out with four smoke grenades on him. A few watched from cover in amazement. Spice could do wonderful things like make you feel invincible. He wouldn't last a second running at that thing.

Xi clapped his hands together, "Well good for him! Let's not let his noble sacrifice be in vain lads," the last bit of worthwhile spice was put on the remaining Pyke hovertruck. Xi jammed an electro-shock prod into the Uos power core to supercharge it, set thurst to auto, and sent the Uos truck right at the walker about to make a pretty lightshow as its power core went up. Aiming his best guess with the icy chill surrounding it, not like it was going to steer on its own!

About when the smoke went off too! Probably minus the man that was holding the grenades if the walker was still firing.

Getting in the passenger seat of the hovertruck, a couple of Pykes climbed on the roof or hung on the sides. Someone rigged up a shield generator and they made a break for it in the opposite direction of the confusion. Everybody else could die for the refinery creds, they had their payday! Just had to make it out!

 

[Argos of the East]

Argos sat on the hill smoking away. He was pretty sure they were starting to do damage - he couldn't run as fast or as far as he used to, but thats why he got into the fixer market isn't it? Didn't need to run and gun when you could pay young and rising idiots to do it for you. He puffed away then put it out on the ground next to him.

"Any sign of him?", Argos asked.

"Nah. Man's been as good as gone since yesterday."

Argos swore. Someone had sent the man a bribe and threat wrapped into one - but the man had decided taking the money and hiding while he built opposition to the Hutts and Cartels was a better move than simply playing ball like he should've. Cold bastard didn't ordain his family as being important enough to join him apparently - but that could be fixed.

Probably trying to make it seem like he was still here. A shame they scoped him leaving.

Pulling his holocomm from his pocket, Argos dialed a familiar man for a job.

"Koda. Need you at these coordinates Pronto. I expect an ambush - and if we don't deal with this situation soon, we're in for a heap of trouble."

Hanging up, he slid the comm back in his pocket and moved to grab another cigarette.

Koda Fett

 

[Koda Fett]

His swift kick finished with the two miniscule blades embedded in the side of the Ithorian, the odd and modulated noises made fizzled out as the scorched flesh from the inflicted blaster bolt had done much the same. He held the blaster in a lazied manner, left to his side as the idle arm rose to show the recent communication forwarded to the Mandalorian.

If not for the credits, Fett was content to let the man rot; fall victim to whatever ambush was in store for him, the odds were he deserved it. But the same could be said for all those involved in the Consortium, no matter how some twisted it to suit their own contrived narrative. Shoot another man and be branded a killer, there's no saviour on these sands. Slaves or not, should their be kindness in their hearts then these slaves were to be freed well before credits intervened.

"Be there soon." Fett answered with a casual air of indifference.

He strode across the sands to a land speeder, to vanish off into the wastes towards the coordinates he was sent.

Argos of the East

 

[Argos of the East]

The man radioed to the various entry teams and observation stations updates on the local security, their family, and anything odd about the compound. Argos picked up bits and pieces of it - but his attention was on Denon and other matters entirely. Before he even realized it, he was ten cigarettes deep and in desperate need of another pack.

For a moment, he even considered giving Koda another ring to grab a pack on the way - but he knew how that conversation would go. Koda did alot of shit for money, but being a casual delivery boy for smokes mightve upset the metal faced destro. So instead he sent off a new recruit - probably for his own safety in the end.

When the mercenary showed up, Argos stood and brushed off the waxed denim pants. He didn't offer his hand in a shake, didn't look at him with anything more than a casual passing interest.

"Family is holed up. Tight security, tighter personnel. Fact is, we need Father Dearest to come back out of hiding so we can get what we need - so the plan is we take the family hostage in a lower room. Wife, three kids. We give Daddy a call, let him hear their crying, arrange a meet up and go from there. Got questions?"

Koda Fett

 

[Koda Fett]

The Mandalorian leaned into the seat of the small craft he rode across the sands.

"Kids." He breathed, some ire found in the tone of his voice. "Find another asset. I have rules."

His code and ethics, as limited as each often seemed, existed and there was a line in the sand. It was as if there was a more literal one now, however. His cold, metallic stare never moved off of the Crime Boss that stood across from him and there was no need for more than that. He was a serious man, one of business, and that same business earned Fett more than a name; a set outcome to certain events, whether he was as lethal was he was absent that armour remained in the air. But few were so bold to as see it for themselves.

Argos of the East

 

[Argos of the East]

"Didn't you help The Empire a few years ago? Could've swore they killed alot of Mando Kids. Little bucket heads, kind of like you.", he said in an overtly subtle accusation.

He turned to the guy next to him and laughed, pointing at Koda with his thumb;

"You hear this? The Great Fett has a heart. Thinks he's a fucking jedi or something."

The guy glanced to Koda with some trepidation, then laughed slowly as he looked back to Argos. His discomfort was palpable - but Argos stopped laughing quick, folded his arms, and looked back. His expression was dead - and all he could think was how he wanted a smoke.

"You're a whore with a gun. You get paid to use it like a whore with a gun - not have rules and limits, Fett. Figure your shit out with a therapist, not me."

Koda Fett

 

[Koda Fett]

Someone, somewhere was bound to commit these atrocities. Either for cause or their own selfish desires, it was unavoidable truth. Someone had the dreams to see it all end, to assert themselves and in time become the same monster to another lot that switched heads at the table. Fett was no controller, the man from the east was correct in that much: a whore with a blaster, no matter how much he loathed that term.

He disembarked the craft in a slow, cumbersome and almost methodical manner. Per usual, silence held all control as Fett stood and sauntered across the short distance once between the two. His booted feet shifted in the sands and the sound of spurs spoke in tandem with the near-howling winds. Fett stared for a moment, then a moment more.

"There's rules, and there's limits. You adhere to mine now."

Bitterness, a silent fury beneath the helmeted face of Koda Fett.

"If there's an issue with that, I know of a solution."

Argos of the East

 

[Argos of the East]

Argos stood his ground in the silence, staring through that opaque visor with cold intent. He let Koda speak his peace - short as it was, then stood his ground more. Fingers flexed, hands dropped to his side; but he wasn't a fool.

"Ah, come off of it big guy. Only kidding.", he said with a poor imitation of laughter. He wasn't a fool to try and beat Koda Fett in a quick draw - and a threat was common in their line of work.

He could forgive and forget as long as Koda was worth the effort. The second he wasn't, the moment he became a liability - he was gone. Argos consigned the bounty hunter to a hypothetical death and moved on.

"Fine, Tall Dark and Heartfelt. What's your enlightened, morale plan on getting the politician to play ball?"

Koda Fett

 

[Koda Fett]

He answered with no more than a subtle nod, and a slow few motions forwards to their foes base.

"Someone inside knows where he is," the Mandalorian said without so much as a turn over his armoured shoulder; "There's a trail somewhere in there, either literal or word of mouth. I'll find it."

His reservations about the children had not been extended towards the bride. She was an adult, she was able to determine her own outcome that lead her to this, here and now. She made it so. But those children, those choices were not of their own. It was another tale, one best left alone for now. But their screams were no doubt to come, their cries of terror, but no harm was intended to find them. Not from Fett, that was.

Argos of the East

 

[Argos of the East]

Argos glanced to the building and scratched at the stubble on his neck. He considered, shrugged, and decided to let the Mandalorian try his best.

"Fine, you find something worth while and we stick with your plan - but if there isn't shit to get, we're going with mine."

"Work for you, Mando?"

Koda Fett

 

[Koda Fett]

His helmeted head turned over his shoulder, all the wear and tear to be seen in the brief stare he offered the lot of them.

"No." Fett answered, his final and definitive call on the situation. It was not, and neither was the Mandalorian one to alter whatever notion he held on the matter - evident from the lack thereof in their scant, near hostile back and forth. He rolled his head back over, towards the structure and the wave of his hand beckoned the soldiers forth; "Now move."

Argos of the East

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Gorba turned away from the entourage placating the delegation of senators and CEOs to look down at his datapad. He scrawled through the message traffic, smiling broadly at what he read. So... the team had secured the refinery. Good, good. Nothing for these corporations to see go amiss then. Nothing at all.

Now, all he had to do was hope that Argos of the East and Koda Fett completed their... uh... acquisition in order to seal the deal. With that particular diplomat on board they would easily sway the delegation to invest in the Sleheyron refineries.

Cass Gemini 's Krakens would secure raw tibanna, bring it to Sleheyron for refinement, then they would sell the refined tibanna back to corporations and governments at a mark up and split the profits between the Consortium. Without having to worry about the Alliance's environmental controls, they could refine more, produce more, and do it all for cheaper than other planets within the core.

Gorba put away his datapad and began rubbing his hands together, a gleam in his eye.