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Auction Mandal Hypernautics: Mega-Auction

How fun would it be, she'd thought - an auction with Mandal Hypernautics? How much more fun when she'd discovered they were putting precious mining equipment up for grabs and stuff to do about armour? Sure she'd dragged [member="Preliat Mantis"] along but Aditya wasn't the sort of lover who pawed at him every moment. He was there. If being there meant he sat in the corner and read a book? That was fine by her.

Of course it hadn't helped much at the time [member="Dyn Hela"] 's knockout gas made her body attempt to integrate itself with the floor. A tangle of limbs and spilt drink (don't cry!), Aditya was unaware of the action of her new kith and kin. Pity, that. The Epicanthix engineer would have huzzahed with vigour at Preliat's aim with the book. Laid across the chairs, Aditya's chest continued to rise and fall albeit at a slower than usual rate.

As [member="Ember Rekali"] rumbled his way over and knelt by her, the hand Preliat held twitched. Her skin took on the cleansing sheen of Ember's masterful skill and the stirring inside the woman's belly would settle for the elder Mando'ad. Ember had kept the child safe from harm and as the child rested the mother twitched and heaved a few light, jerking coughs. The coughs grew and sputtered until Aditya flung her arms out in a weak attempt at defending herself. "NotgonnaloseLotJ! Punchhiminthespleen! Idon'twannasmelllikedrinkmix."

Heaving lungs drew fresh oxygen inward and Aditya's black and red eyes swung in a haphazard circle as she slumped back into the chairs with a long, hungry inhale and sputter. Lolling her head to the side, the CEO of Atrisia's largest manufacturing company (small potatoes with the likes of [member="Danger Arceneau"] and [member="Rave Merrill"] around but the girl made a living) locked eyes with Preliat and slung her arms around his neck. "Okay. You win. Teach me how to use it and I'll wear the Beskar'gam." She rasped, "Did you call me baby?"

Her entire body felt tired and warm, a deep glowing sensation of wellness and contentment wrapped around her belly. The panic and sudden arrest of consciousness had subsided for a consuming peace and Aditya looked up to her fellow Tang lover. "I promise I won't joke about culture again, either. Even in my backward way of trying to understand it. Thank you. . . I don't know who you are. Do you know Eli? 'Cause that would be - wooa head rush."

Aditya's eyelids fluttered. Her head fell heavy toward Preliat's, she managed to get her forehead onto his cheek as she gave one last cough, the sweat doing its' detoxifying work. A whimper drew from between her lips, her words slurring and sliding together before trailing off. "Tell me you shot that son of a goat, 'cause I'm gonna kick him. . . kick him with my boot. . ."

 

Dyn Hela

Guest
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'Karkers.' he thought as the undisclosed defenses came into play and things went from walk away with a payday to time for exfiltration. The overly outfitted guard pointed his toy at the hunter, but the hunter responded with a carefully practiced fist held up and the extension of the third finger of his left hand in a form of sign language known by many in most circles. He fired his weapon at the fire suppresion system hoping to cause it to react to the heat of the no longer stun rounds and hastily made for the door.

[member="Skye Mertaal"] [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Aditya Amadis"] [member="Captain Larraq"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] #ThisAintOver
 
The Admiralty
Codex Judge
The Ovmar had been working up his immunity against the ill-fated grenades that spewed out gas which managed to temporarily distablize the connection to the Force- it wasn’t a hundred percent guaranteed thing yet, but after all these years exposing himself to the agent it was getting harder to block his connection.

That said.

The moment Ovmar noticed some lunatic starting to chuck grenades ‘round the place he constructed an invisible wall around himself. The gas licked at the edges, warping around the shield and keeping him safe.

Part of him wanted to start crushing mode, other part knew sometimes a guy’s gotta keep his eyes on the prize.

With a sigh the Sith Lord, not Sith Lord shook his head and placed two bids on the items he was interested in, while security would deal with the issue at hand.


[member="Captain Larraq"]
 

Sannika Brynn

Let me tell you about a Rebellion...
Sannika, unusually garbed in a finely pressed royal blue dress--really, she had never worn a dress in her life--halted outside the door to the resort upon notice of the commotion inside. People were throwing bombs around? Not cool. Maybe she would wait out here and see if she could cast her bids from this position.

The twi'lek waved to a security officer nearby. Was there a more isolated place to participate?

[member="Captain Larraq"]
 
Vulpesen let out a small yawn as he took his seat at the auction, the silver mask over his face, defending him from the gases. Luckily, he never went anywhere without it and NO ONE was gonna take him out of this place until he was satisfied. Knowing about the back ground check had caused him a slight bit of worry but at the end of the day, he found himself safe in the knowledge that there was no intelligence agency in the galaxy that could piece together his connection with Darth Tsolan. He'd made sure to cover his tracks a bit too well for that. Now, the shadow fox would make another brief appearance before fading away again. Background checked and cleared (after all, his most recently known occupation had bee as a jedi master) he placed his bid.

Lot H: 20,000 credits.

[member="Captain Larraq"]
 
Its safe to say credits were not burning holes in Mia's back pockets, but then she'd never had an abundance of them. She'd not come to buy, really, she'd come to observe, to rub shoulders and pick up a few names. She'd set up her business to fit a need. They'd needed ysalamari, so she found a way to farm them the few small projects that had stemmed from it were for the mandalorians.

That didn't mean to say she'd never planned to expand business into the galaxy, but lets face it, being a socialite wasn't something she enjoyed. She slid through the door as someone hastily made their exit,([member="Dyn Hela"]) a frown crossing her face, she inclined her head to the nearest guard who simply pointed to the trouble in the center of the room. She rolled her eyes stepping aside as guards made their pursuit.

Beneath the chatter and noise elsewhere, there was the distinct hum of extractor fans working overtime. Concluding the matter was under control and most certainly not her problem she padded over to the bar, pulled up a stool and ordered a drink, grey eyes surveying the goods and the room full of people.
 
Ice was shocked by what had just transpired on the holos. "How in the world did a Bounty Hunter get into that place!?" He said quietly to himself as he watched from his place of safety on Libertalia. His surprise only increased when he saw how everyone seemed to be magically unaffected by everything that was thrown at them. Well all but one person. At least she seemed to be flesh and blood. Course then again, Ice himself wasn't there. Perhaps the grenades were duds? The only other thing he could thing of to account for such miraculous abilities was the force. But....why would Jedi be at an auction for equipment? Wasn't this a Mandolorian auction? Of course it was. Larraq himself was hosting this, was he not? Surely Sith would not be allowed to purchase equipment here as Mandos were apposed to the Sith in every way imaginable.

Hell, he even caught sight of his Mandolorian opponent cooly sipping on some kind of drink somehow through his armor and making no attempt to shield himself from the gas that filled the room temporarily...yet still unaffected? Did he have an emergency induction port in his suit perhaps?!

The massive amount of details that started flooding through his mind were beginning to give him a headache. And Ice had to remember, this wasn't his business. Larraq could sell to whomever he wished. But if there weren't any Sith at the auction, he had absolutely no way to explain the miracle that was this anti climatic, and completely ineffective attack.

Moving on, next bids entered.

Lot J: 3x Harvester-class Mobile Mining Facility Raise Bid: 1,600,000 cr
Lot K: 1x Concordance-class Asteroid Mining Barge Raise Bid: 2,500,000 cr.
Lot L: 1x Goten-class Dry Dock Station Current Bid Still: 2,100,000 cr.
Lot M: 1x Concordia-class Dreadnought Current Bid Still: 1,250,000 cr.
Lot T:1x Defensive Armament of EM Field Generator Turrets for 1 Starship Raise Bid: 35,000 cr.

[member="Captain Larraq"]
 

Dyn Hela

Guest
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Dyn had forgotten that the galaxy was filled with individuals whose self-importance and power exceeded all possible ability to do anything to them other than bow and obey their whims. They had the collective wealth of multiple solar systems at their beck and call. They could ignore pain, physical and mental weaknesses, as well as shrug off attacks that would have killed mundane simple dolts like a cybernetic nobody like Dyn. They were all beautiful, superhumans that were beyond the simple confines of reality itself. He should have prostrated himself and begged mercy not attacked. He would remeber next time that there was nothing absolutely nothing they weren't prepared to wave a hand and simply ignore. Next time...next time he would rely on over sexualized comments and fire force powers from his posterior. Then, he'd probably hit on [member="Ember Rekali"] because at least his armor rating gave him an excuse and helmets with straw attachments actually were a real thing. Yeah, that's what he'd do.

He trundled back to his ship and began meditating on his force connection so he too one day could pull millions from his backside and bend reality with his front side.

((This may have some light sarcasm somewhere in there subtly hiding.))
 

Dyn Hela

Guest
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[member="Captain Larraq"]

((No just a random guest. I'm just being facetious and amusing myself. I can come after you later if you want.))
 
Arriving a bit after the chaotic interruption to the festivities had begun, plenty aware that she was late to the party herself - though totally unaware of the intrusion by bounty hunters or anything of the sort - Silara found herself checking in with security as per normal with these sort of events. Although she'd kept a clear record with any form of law enforcement in the galaxy, including that of this very planet, the check-in process took quite a bit longer than she expected. Arching a brow in both mild confusion and annoyance, she opted to try probing the mind of the security guard for a hint for as to what was taking so long for her to be cleared for entry. Rather than gain access, however, she merely noticed a reflection of her face in the guards eyes as he looked down at a screen. Losing focus and interest in her previous attempt all-together, she realized quite quickly that she was being looked up and given a thorough background check, the length of her wait probably being due to not calling ahead to notify of her arrival. A slight smirk formed at her lips, the blonde knowing quite well that her identity as Silara held no connections to any public enemies of the Mandalorians, although her last bid in an auction of Subach-Innes products had made mention of the captivity of one Darth Sinna. Whether or not they decided to connect her and the Sith to each other was their business - she could simply procure the HRD that had taken her Sith identity on as its own as proof that she was not .. her.

"Is this going to take much longer?" She asked, not looking all that pleased, although her angry expression did little to make her more intimidating - it was hard to see someone with a such a small figure as such. Regardless, she was soon let in, though she was almost certain that she felt a bit of uncertainty seep from the man's thoughts. On her way in she found herself rummaging through her purse for her minature datapad, one which she'd had made by a few of the hormonal teenagers she employed on Sorrus as a means of taking advantage of their relatively good smarts. Drawing it out from her dreambeast-hide leather bag, she glanced up to see several security guards and a rather muscular individual standing in front of her and did what appeared to be out of the norm for the rich folk here. Silara promptly fumbled with her little datapad, knocked both of her ankles together, and then tripped in her expensive heels over her own two feet, to land directly behind the man whom she assumed to be an intruder. For the moment she was, quite literally, the stereotypical damsel in distress - if not simply to fill in the trope that was certainly being projected from this motley crew. "Kark, that was close." The blonde said in the most airhead of ways. She'd apparently caught her small pad in mid-stride on her descent and "completely ignored" the fact that there was a situation happening not more than half a meter away. Maybe she'd become the perfect civilian shield for the bounty hunter to escape. Maybe she'd become barbecue. In either case, it appeared it would be a while before she could make her way inside to place a bid.

[member="Dyn Hela"], [member="Captain Larraq"]
 
[member="Aditya Amadis"] said a lot of things and flopped around like a fish out of water. If not for the situation regarding anesthetics and unborn children of his- it'd be funny.



"I'll get him later. Protection over retribution."He sat beside her, letting her head rest on his armored leg. He stroked her hair gently- crushgaunts running through her black locks of hair.


Commence blushing- he showed his mushy, emotional, non-aggressive side amongst brethren."Not here. I'm supposed to be a very mean person."


He smirked, then laughed. To a person speaking the language, it sounded odd for him to hear someone to say 'the' before Beskar'gam. The Iron Skin. Funny translated into basic."We'll worry about that later...Aditya."He leaned back against the chair, the Beskar'kandar suit practically swallowing every inch of space on the chair. Another pound and the chair might've snapped. Aditya wouldn't catch him calling her anything but her name in public for a while, that was for sure.



"This is [member="Ember Rekali"]- someone of note."
 
The aqueous flopping had subsided for a deeper feeling of safety and security hemmed in by the two Mandalorian men.

"When you get him, I wanna punch him. I mean it. I wanna break the man's nose. Try and hurt our baby he'll see what's what." The normally feisty woman was still basking in the glow of [member="Ember Rekali"]'s Force Light. Her usual spunk had subsided for a dreamily contented collection of lilts and sighs. Her head laid on [member="Preliat Mantis"]' leg and she shut her eyes as the world fuzzed over. A hand splayed on her belly, feeling for the growing bump in a nonsensical attempt to make sure their unborn child was still there. At three and a half months, the svelt dancer's stomach had begun to distend enough that Aditya noticed regularly how her hips grew and ability to hide it disappeared. At least in the clothing she often wore. "Mmmmh protection first. I'm a fan of that. You can keep that up, Field Marshal Mantis." Aditya mumbled, her head rush stalled the return of her equilibrium. Preliat's hand on her hair however, gave her less reason to fight the sensation of the knock out gas sweating out of her body and more reason to lie there as Ember helped ensure their baby was alright. "Later. Mmmhmm. Aren't you glad you came with me today?"

Should Aditya have been scared? Terrified. But that terror had quickly descended when she realized that these men would not let her or her child come to harm. Protection over retribution. . . those three words were interlocking keys for the Resol'nare and with them clanging against her re-waking mind, Aditya began to understand the realities of the Mando'ade. "You are a terrifying, mighty, savage Field Marshal of the Mando'ade. You're Ori'ramikad. You're also my man and you're allowed to be soft and compassionate to me. I'm the special one who gets to see it. Mine. All mine. Mmmmhthatfeelsnice oh. I think I felt the baby move. Is that. . is that normal? I'm not used to feeling it move." She looked up at the Man of Note and searched his armour for some sign of knowing. Some sign that everything was going to be okay. At the same time, the voices of the auction filtered over. It was still going? People were alive in there? "Nice to meet you, Ember Rekali. Thanks for drinking powdered beverages with me and saving . .oh there it is again."

For the first time since discovering her pregnancy, the Epicanthix could feel her healthy baby move. Aditya's eyes opened and she peered straight up at her lover, gaze spread wide open with wonder.

  • Lot J: 1,750,000 cr + Aditya's expertise as an engineer for the Development of a project of [member="Captain Larraq"] 's choosing.
  • Lot K: 2,100,000 cr + An official collaboration effort between Mandal Hypernautics & The Imperial Shipworks.
  • Lot M: 1,000,000 cr + The Goodwill of a woman and her brutally combative & viciously efficient lover despite security somehow letting in a bounty hunter with potentially baby-threatening poisonous knock out gas. + It'll beat Preliat having to downgrade to a space van with a baby-proof back cabin.
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
[member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Aditya Amadis"]

The light faded with yet another grunt. Ember was big on grunting. He stood with effort, her words washing over him like a wave over a rock; he'd treated many patients before, even the babblers. "Now none of that's a substitute for a good checkup, mind. I can flood your kid with general well-being and yank knockout gas out of your bloodstream, but I'm pretty sure Mandal Hype has an on-site doctor. I do some work for them; I'll make a call."

He began mumbling into his helmet comm.
 

Sannika Brynn

Let me tell you about a Rebellion...
Having been escorted out of the way and undergoing a background check (Not much was found, other than a brief stint in service of the Republic Navy.), Sannika was permitted to bid from a private box, monitored by two security guards as well as close-caption cams. As if a near-midget was going to do anything.

Her usually sad bank account had been incrementally filled with a few million credits over the past few months to avoid being red-flagged, her Rebel leaders relying on her as a rather anonymous instrument to purchase a rather large item for the cause. The only issue was that the little twi'lek pilot was not really familiar with the whole auction deal. But she was here to win, nevertheless.

Watching the bidding board light up with increasing prices on most of the items, Sannika swayed back and forth patiently and waited for the right moment.
 

Sannika Brynn

Let me tell you about a Rebellion...
Promised that her bid could be made in anonymity, Sannika sniped [member="Ember Rekali"] for the Jahaatir-class Ewar Frigate (Lot O) for the minimum exceeding price.

[member="Captain Larraq"]
 

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