Faction Night at the Rox [RTL + Friends]

[Artemis Verd]

SCOUNDREL + MANDO
RIMWARD TRADE LEAGUE
L O O V R I A

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Never let it be said that Artemis let a good opportunity go to waste. Right there on Oren, in the murky, slave-ridden, slaver-friendly world of Loovria was a golden opportunity. Credits, credits flowed here and it was starting to rival Terminus, starting to at the very least. Casinos, coliseums, gladiatorial fights, and clubs of all kinds littered the streets. Vendors hocked their wares in alleys, sidewalks and anywhere else the city would permit them. Bounty hunters loved these kinds of places and Mandalorians looking to get away liked them too. The sounds of people shouting at nearby concerts were drowning in the sounds of speeders and sky taxis that wooshed by at this level. Not that it mattered much to Artemis who managed to con her way into the Arena.

Rather, one of the many arenas that dotted Oren. Arenas, gambling halls, casinos - they were all here, Oren was a literal city of sin and the government kept looking the other way. Even as the Rimward Trade League encroached on the system of Loovria. No one here was particularly bothered by it. Sure, the Eclipse took a hard blow, but that wouldn't stop the flow of slaves and credits in and out of the planet, much less the city itself. Especially on nights like tonight where big fights and a whole lot of credits stood to be made.

It was going to be a huge fight, an undefeated champion, and a newfound slave. Bets were already being made and it looked like this was going to be a great way to make money. It was the Nabooian's own regret that she wasn't at the casinos to see the carnage unfold if the new guy won. That only meant more people would bet on those fights or see how many slot machines would be broken in the process. Unbeknownst to Artemis, more serious matters such as the gathering of Mandalorians at an underground fighting ring, or even a club not far from the arena would be happening. What mattered most right at that moment to Artemis Verd was being there to not just watch the fight, but to profit from whatever the outcome would be.

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[Liam Sedaire]

You didn't claim a name like Sedaire and just wind up being a straight-laced do gooder. Unlikely to be a Sith, but still hardly straight laced. Liam had spent most of his time being raised by his Uncle Caladan, the Head of R&D of Corellian Engineering Corporation. In between existential whining and wandering as only a child of privilege with a chip on their shoulder can achieve. In one of these wanderings, trying to find a purpose in life, he had found himself hauling human cargo to the planet Loovria for a fight in Oren City.

Cargo dropped off, Liam had figured to watch the fight, and inevitably pick up a job in his chopped up ship to pay for what was likely a few wild nights and bets gone wrong. Not that he was short credits, but he liked the independence that working for his own brought. And he was still processing the truth of his father being some bigshot Corellian Jedi and Rebel hero. A lit 'stick on his lips, he leaned near an entrance and watched the crowds before the main event in his Corellian Longcoat. Goggles rode his forehead, and a jumpsuit with all the tools and wear of an explorer-pilot cradled the belt at his hips and waist.

With a sigh, he scrubbed the 'stick under foot as it faltered and went out, and checked the comm-unit at his wrist as if bored, eyes still scanning the crowd absently.

Artemis Verd

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig took a breath as he stepped off the YV-666, a ship that was kept around in its old colors. A way to get around without drawing too much attention, especially around here. He had brought Vaux Gred with him, just hoping she could keep something of a low profile. He'd then speak up in Concordian.

"Remember. We're scouting and slipping trackers. Not...."

"Osik Mig, I know what a scouting mission is. I won't be a hammer here. Just go check out the arena. I'll play nice and just hand out the surprise of a lifetime for some slaver captain. If you were this worried why am not in space?" Mig just shook his head a bit.

"Because I trust you, now do your thing out here."

Mig would walk in slowly, turning an eye to everyone there as he tried to get a feel for the place. He'd heard about the fight, and was curious about who he'd find there. He knew it'd be a fight, but he wanted to now how this person would do, and whether or not he plan some... fun after this. Either way, he scanned the room, then looked into the fighting pit. He eyed the others there, trying to get a better sense of what he was walking into.

Artemis Verd Liam Sedaire

 

[Alara Ordo]

"look..that's what I'm saying. Just put a big bet on...on..." Alara watched as the Twi'lek tried to jog his alcohol induced memory. "Oh! Bana Sobaaks! That's his name. That's the guy you bet on."

Alara let out a sigh as she peered up at the Twi'lek from under the cloak that covered he beskar. "Exactly why do I bet on this guy? That's the part you haven't told me. And why it's going to help me find Tanwa."

"Because. Bana, the guy you bet on, is supposed to be one of the worst fighters here." He held up a hand to pause the conversation while he took another swig of...whatever foul smelling liquid was in that cup. "That and he's Tanwa's fighter. Who, just so happens to have rigged the fight. Every bets against Bana, he miraculously wins, Tanwa gets a huge amount of credits. And so do you, if you bet for him and an audience with him."

She had to admit, it wasn't a terrible plan. A risky one but she had come up with worse before. Pulling out a small handful of credits, she dropped them into the Twi'leks hand. "Don't spend all of it at once. Especially on whatever that is you have."

Alara could hear the Twi'lek laughing as she pushed her way into the crowded arena. So that bit of information was oddly useful, regardless of the source. Which was already putting her mind through a plan B incase he went straight to Tanwa and told him everything. Making her way to the balcony, she leaned against the railing and surveyed the surrounding arena. Packed as always with many of the same old crowed. Except....her eyes landed on a familiar figure.

Stepping back from the railing, she pushed her way through the crowed till she was behind the familiar form of Mig Gred , a Mandalorian she hadn't seen sometime. "Been a while, hasn't it old man?"

Artemis Verd Liam Sedaire

 

[Artemis Verd]

SCOUNDREL + MANDO
RIMWARD TRADE LEAGUE
L O O V R I A

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The lights went down and the announcer arrived, the crowd hushed all at once. Artemis pushed her way through the people there at the event, and as the fighters were announced and the arena cheered or jeered. She was busy figuring out what she wanted to do there, sure she could steal but Artemis had no need. She had plenty of credits to her name, maybe she was just bored enough to start something? The woman sighed and watched as the fighters made their way to the ring. Once the two had made it to the ring, something happened, something rather unexpected.

There were screams, crying, and a lot of blood, debris, and everything else that came with the territory. Artemis' ears were ringing something fierce, and her vision was blurred at best. From the chaos, emerged armored figures, the Nabooian couldn't get a read on the armored guys. Their emblems felt familiar - they soon announced themselves as Eclipse mercenaries seeking new meat bags for their profit. Slavers looking for slaves in a world where the law felt more like guidelines. The woman picked one helluva night to show up to Loovria, perhaps all the more reason for the Rimward Trade League to involve themselves with the system.

Once Artemis' vision had cleared and the ringing in her ears stopped, she got up on one knee and crouched behind a seat. Taking her own blaster into her hands, she readied herself, waited, and fired. If anyone was going to be doing the blasting today, it was going to be her. Another moment or two passed, and she surveyed her surroundings and took note of a few other people and could only hope they were there to help rather than harm.

Mig Gred | Liam Sedaire | Alara Ordo










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[Mig Gred]

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Mig smiled a bit as heard a familiar voice, turning to see a hooded Mandalorian. He nodded, speaking up as he looked.

"Long time no see, ad (kid). What brings you...." He stopped and looked back down. Something was just in the back of his head. He then quickly grabbed Alara and began to duck. "Get down!" Then there was an explosion, his ears rang as he looked around, seeing the mercs that had come there. Eclipse. He'd heard of this lot. He'd hit his comm, quickly trying to get in touch with his sister. "Vaux, forget finding slavers. There's an attack at the arena!" He then pulled out his Trayc'kad, not igniting the saber edges yet. "Wanna give the 'old man' a hand, Alara?" He then ignited the blades, and quickly ran down towards the Eclipse.

"Hey! You picked the wrong place to try this at, di'kute (idiots)." He'd let a little Force Lightning spark from his main choice of weapon, not wanting to fully reveal his tricks yet. He just wanted to try and scare these slavers if he could.

Alara Ordo Artemis Verd Liam Sedaire

 

[Liam Sedaire]

As the Chaos erupted, Liam spun. At first it appeared as if to be away and hide, but a moment later, he emerged after ducking behind the wall he had. Flaring his coat open, twin disruptors jerked into his hands and spun up in a practiced flourish. Barking twangs echoed from his hands as screams sounded from slavers. Though he was more his uncle's child than Julius', he spat curses in Old Corellian, a favorite pastime of his father.

"Plenili via man, valle bashard!(Fill your hands, you bastards!")"

Side-stepping, he dropped one disruptor as it clicked empty and drew a Bryar pistol from somewhere within his longcoat, adding its throaty roar to the bark of the remaining disruptor, turning it into a one-two punch. People spun, missing fingers, and hands, scarring in their faces, or just dropped by the sheer power of the K-16 he had drawn. Absent in his hand was the lightsaber on his hip, a simple gift from his father upon meeting. Enemy shots rained on him but sparked and flecked off the treated hide of the coat.

As more and more fire was drawn, he finally dropped back into cover, a scooping roll to recover his disruptor. With that, he began to inventory and reload, his face rioting with exuberant emotion. This is what made his blood sing.

"Hey mando, you up for a little razzle-dazzle?"

He had noted the mando'a and the crackle of Force lightning.

"Do the magic hand thingy again, I'll add some oomph..."

He was carrying a few gas grenades designed to disperse blaster charges. By accident, he had discovered they amplified Force lightning and turned it into a cloud of lightning. Less powerful, but terrifying.

"Just light up what I throw, eh bucket-head?"

Mig Gred | Artemis Verd | Alara Ordo

 

[Alara Ordo]

Alara would like to say her reunion with Mig was a good one, but unfortunately things never go to plan sometimes. She was caught off guard when his body language changed and she was being pulled into cover. Questions were quickly answered as an explosion and everything it entailed went off seconds after she was tossed behind cover. The young Mandalorian peeked around her hiding spot to see Eclipse mercenaries pulling in and announcing their intent. Honestly, she was not super impressed at their timing or their reasons.

"Let's make them regret coming here." She pulled out her heavy blaster and began to fire off rounds as Mig charged forward. Alara had to say, the force lighting was pretty effective...and slightly intimidating honestly. It was then that a second figure arrived, wielding two disrupters and...grenades. Well at least he came prepared. The Eclipse may have gotten the drop on them, but they weren't going down without a fight.

Artemis Verd Mig Gred Liam Sedaire

 

[Artemis Verd]

SCOUNDREL + MANDO
RIMWARD TRADE LEAGUE
L O O V R I A

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It wasn't long until the Eclipse' brought out their own heavy guns, they dropped not one, but two AT-ST's into the center of the arena as chaos ensued. Other gangs were getting in on the fight and Artemis began to curse under her breath. Wait, was that Force Lightning? Artemis knew dark side powers when she saw it and soon enough turned to learn the origins of the lightning bolts. The woman also laid eyes on a young man who seemed eager to make a fireworks show out of the mess. The granddaughter of Isley Verd thought about just what her grandfather might do in a situation like this.

Boy, was it a good thing, she always made sure, to pack the wrist rockets.

Artemis breaking from cover momentarily rushed out to what had been an aisle there at the arena, and let loose a barrage of wrist rockets. An eclipse mercenary tried to grab her from behind. Leveraging her own weight she slammed her feet on the ground and flipped the man onto his back. The scoundrel flipped back to her blaster so fast, the man scarcely had time to blink before he was sent to his maker.

Calling out toward the pair, "razzle dazzle? Really?"

A smirk lingered there in her voice, whilst Artemis concentrated and shot forth a chain of lightning to a set of Eclipse mercenaries. The AT-ST's turned and focused their guns, "maybe we should get rid of these guys!"

Mig Gred | Liam Sedaire | Alara Ordo











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[Liam Sedaire]

With no bright ideas at the walkers, Liam did what his uncle would have had a stroke over. He called out to the Mandalorian for cover and to light up the cloud on his signal... As he charged the nearest one, zigging and zagging, ducking and rolling, popping off shots to draw it's attention.

Not a one of them had brought anti-armor. But if you could get to the legs... Cabling had to be intact to send power and move legs. A massive fritz of ionic energy should be the ticket to felling the thing. It might not destroy it, but it'd certainly be out of the fight. Hopefully the Mandalorian got the idea. He ignored the slap of fire hitting his coat, bruising muscle and likely even bone as he charged, screaming nonsense in every language he knew.

Most got the idea and started laying down fire, until Liam rolled under the one walker and dropped his two grenades, on disperser grenade and one dioxis grenade, and promptly skittered back to his feet as the timer began running, and so did he, screaming more profanity as he angled for a downed piece of rock and dove behind it, bleeding heavily on one shoulder, panting from exertion, and absolutely out of ammunition.

Mig Gred | Artemis Verd | Alara Ordo

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig got ready to jump in before.... "Oh kark.... Vaux! Walkers. Ship. Now!" He then heard one of the people there ask if he was up for some "razzle dazzle." He nodded a bit before hearing another Mando there ask about the name razzle dazzle.

"I didn't pick it, vod." Since he was going to hold before heading forward, he deactivated the saber edges and let his Trayc'kad switch to its blaster mode. He wasn't a great shot, but he could lay covering fire at least. He looked around, taking a breath as he saw the grenades fall, and the moment he got his chance he focus, bringing his weapon back to a blade before letting the Force Lightning arc from his free hand. What would become clear that he wasn't as strong as something from a Sith, at least not until it hit the gas from the grenades.

"Dang.... He wasn't kidding.... Ok. Anyone have an idea one the walkers that doesn't rely on ner tat (my sister) making it here with big guns?"

Artemis Verd Liam Sedaire Alara Ordo

 

[Artemis Verd]

SCOUNDREL + MANDO
RIMWARD TRADE LEAGUE
L O O V R I A

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"I got an idea!" Shouted Artemis over the cacophony of violence, the woman broke from cover. Using a bit of telekinesis she lifted debris and began throwing them toward the walkers. "I'll distract'em you guys get in close and take'em, blow'em up, or whatever." It wasn't the best plan but it was indeed a plan. She got another look over her shoulder and while she didn't know who the person was, the Mando'a was something of a giveaway. "Vod? You Mando?"

The Arena was in full chaos as people either fought back or ran for their lives. Eclipse mercenaries ran up the aisles taking anyone who didn't resist and getting into fisticuffs fights with those who did. "Who are these schuttas?!" It was both a statement and a question. Artemis had been around Loovria before but these guys were new. Anyone who knew anything knew you waited until after the matches and people got paid to blow things up. Wrist rockets away before she threw down more debris, "running out of rockets, guys!"

Artemis knew nothing of the Eclipse aside from what had made headlines in the area and that the Rimward Trade League had dealt them a heavy blow. A flick of debris forward before a bigger mercenary came up from behind her and tried to grapple her. Artemis elbowed him into the ground, and turned to punch him in the face before flipping him over onto the ground and punching him a few more times for good measure.

Mig Gred | Liam Sedaire | Alara Ordo











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[Mig Gred]

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Mig looked at Artemis, nodding a bit as he looked around at everything going on.

"What was the first hint? The gam or the Mando'a laced in my Basic?" He fired a few more random shots into the Eclipse forced before hearing again. He nodded and concentrated while in cover, sparks arcing in his palms as he slowly built up a sphere or the energy. A Kinetite of some form. He took some concentrating breaths. He didn't do this often. Then the question of who these guys were came.

"All I know is slavers, but that's a lot of firepower for... kark! Gotta concentrate!" He has lost some energy from the sphere, quickly adding it back in. Then he was ready. He sprung out before quickly hurling the Kinetite at on of the walkers. dropping before he could see the results to take some breaths and recovering from that. It was then that he looked up. Back to the others there.

"By the Manda, please tell me that worked on at least one." It was then that he heard a distinct click and thud before noticing an Eclipse soldier fall from somewhere high.

"Took you long enough. Where's the ship?"

"I'm an ace, not a miracle working, tat. You want to try and fit a 666 in here be my g.... Frak! Hate when they know what they're doing."

Artemis Verd Liam Sedaire Alara Ordo