Sekalien Supernova (ORC T2 Dominion of Ancora & Torrential )

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"]

Where has star even been

Last she remembered was talking, now she was wakingbup with chaos and shaking all around, she must've passed out hard for some reason

Either way she was back in the game, she was up quickly and ran for the main deck, the view that greeted her was one that had greeted her many times. War...the glorious flashes of explosions in space fire arcing in each direction torpedos flying for the enemy vessels to impact....a symphony of war

She moved quickly over to Bryce as she spoke quickly

what in the feth is going on? Who exactly are we attacking

 

[RC 212]

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"]

OOC: My new char made to play opposition for you guys. Enjoy!

SPACE



Booms echoed in the deep as the Dread Lord of the Outback meditated. His crew snapped too as the deck rumbled. It was them reverting to real space. Nestled inside a sweet Acclamator Drakes Revenge, they had plenty of guns and fighters to spare.

"Have we found our target." He breathed, frost and blue fog coming from the vents in his helmet.

"Yes Lord Vulcan, they are here within range."

He seethed, grinning like the devil. The skull faceplate of his helmet glowed an even deeper blue. He was a unique man in the fact that he and his crew were more than mere men. They were the stuff of nightmares, the monsters from beyond the map.

Reavers

And he was here for one reason today. To kill and consume the man that had made him this way. The one whose lackeys had killed his parents and driven him mad long ago. Vagrant Fleet types.

"Full speed ahead. Prepare our fighters and open fire on the Merill Scum!"

He clicked a button activating a message of his face that scrambled to all screens in the sector.

"Greetings fair people. This is your new Lord Speaking. You are being lead astray by a man you hardly understand. A man who has committed countless murders of the innocent including my family. Surrender and be boarded, or you will be destroyed along with him."​

His skull mask seemed ever brighter now.

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"I am coming for you Jorus Merrill. I will feast on your flesh before the day is done!"​

 

[John Shepherd]

Location: Brdige of the Firestorm
Objective: Bring it back
Allies: [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Sanya Val Swift"] |
Enemies: [member="Drake Vulcan"]

The ship stood still in the darkness of space, the sounds of footsteps ehcoed throughout the ship as everyone awaited the orders from their commanding officer. They had been ordered to stand ready and prepare for battle, but now they waited. The bridge was the quietest room of them all, all eyes stood on the man as he stood there, in a t-shirt and cargo pants with combat boots, his style, looking out the window, before slowly walking over to the young cadet that sat in the chair in front of the hyperdrive controls.

"Ready?"

The voice came from the man as he looked down at the younger man. The man gave him a sideways glance and a determined nod and watched as the officer made his way back to where he had been standing and hit his comms button, the sound echoing throughout the ship as everyone stopped in mid action. "Crew of the Firestorm this is Commander Shepherd, it's time to join the fight, I expect the best from you, and we will win this, over and out." As the last words were said he gave a slight nod to the cadet.

The cadet put the coordinates in and hit the lever and suddenly the whole ship launched into hyperspace going faster then anything else in the universe. Suddenly they came out to the sound of trubolasers and explosions going off. Shepherd moved over to the propulsion controls and nodded to the young cadet, "Take us over to the coalition members, make it quick, and make it fast." The cadet gave a solemn nod and Shepherd made his way over to the weapons station and leaned over the Lieutenants shoulder, "Shoot at anything shooting at our guys, let's have fun with this one."

 

[Jim Pehico]

Jim had just entered the system in his Rigger, when suddenly a transmission came out of nowhere. taking over his viewscreen, The man in the skull mask spoke about a killer, who it seems that he was talking about his boss Jorus Merril.

"This Jim coming in. Well boss, you just make friends everywhere you go don'tcha." He said over the faction comms

"Where does ORC require assistance?" Jim continued as he flew his ship deeper into the system.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[member="Jorus Merrill"] Ξ [member="Kimiko"] Ξ [member="Stardust Raxis"]Ξ [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] Ξ [member="Dunames Lopez"] Ξ [member="dax Fyre"] Ξ [member="Hala Jast"] Ξ [member="Joza Perl"] Ξ [member="Bryce Bantam"] Ξ [member="B'kik"] Ξ [member="Leo Vandermolen"] Ξ [member="Kerx Zyron"] Ξ [member="Janick Beauchamp"] Ξ [member="Pollux Alrai"] Ξ [member="Velok the Younger"] Ξ [member="Jim Pehico"] Ξ [member="John Shepherd"] Ξ [member="Drake Vulcan"]

Fleet arrangement

Libita-class command ship
Hull integrity 94%
Shields 0%

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  X4 Blade wing's (piloted by the royal guard)
  
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  Split wings T-90
  

X2 Udarnik Assault frigate

• UAF 1 (shields 54%)
• UAF 2 (shields 32%)

ALERT: Inquisitions Space Ring has been boarded

It had been a long time since Sanya had dropped into any form of meditation during battle, but the tides have to be turned even if giving everyone that small edge. Everyone knew the abilitys name by battle meditation. It boosted allies moral, stamina and battle prowess while simultaneously diminishing the oppositions combat efficiency and will to fight. The force would become like a well around the area, pilots could now feel where the enemy was coming from and even able to counter the shots. One by one enemy fighters would drop from out the fight in fiery balls.

To keep this level of efficiency she had to keep going till near the end at least. The woman hadn't even noticed star come into the command deck. She was a late edition to the system but that was due to knowing each other for a long time. By now some will have guessed what was happening. Any thoughts of doubt would have washed away. "Pitch down by twenty five degrees and hard yaw to port. Star fighters are moving to our starboard side in twenty seconds." She said softly and unconsciously. The man must of heard her as the ship began to dive and turn. A barrage of missiles narrowly missed the command bridge that would have been a fatal blow and would have killed them all. It was now up to Bryce to paint the targets for the point defence gunners to hit.

"Interdictor two engine's have fired up and is gaining ground. Boarding pods advised, alert troops for combat." The battle had become more intense as the fleet continued to push. Everything was slowly moving in their favor as more ships joined the fight. Still these crucial hours would define the sekalien people who defied the odds and survived.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Drake Vulcan"][member="Jim Pehico"][member="Sanya Val Swift"]

Coordinating cannon fire with one hand, Jorus fished out his personal comlink, which had a decent broadcast range.

"Listen up, whoever you are. Sure, I've got blood on my hands, but none of it was innocent. Slavers, pirates, reavers, conquerors - those are the folks I kill if I have to. You want to feast on my flesh? Eat me."

He switched channels. "Hey there, Pehico. We've got at least three attack forces trying to pick us apart - we've got the rogue Qektoth in hand and the Whiphid pirates are a bit toothless. Take a swing at the new arrivals, the ones that were just broadcasting about me being the worst thing since unsliced bread."

 

[Bryce Bantam]

"Eat me? Why [member="Jorus Merrill"] , I think my punny nature is rubbing off on ya."

Even in battle there was time to humor. Take yourself to seriously and you limit your understanding. From the command station Bryce watched the two assault frigates move into point blank range before releasing their torpedoes. Each paid a heavy price from the Qektoth guns but in defending the lives of their people they ran fearlessly into the teeth of the enemy. Massive detonation followed as the torpedoes hit home loosing their deadly cargo unto the hull of the enemy cruiser.

"Jorus, she is wounded, shields down. You have a clean short of at heart, rip it out!"

[member="Sanya Val Swift"]

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

“It’s just one big damn shame really.” Borog, a brute of a man, said as he leant back on his chair and watched the holo-display of the current situation playing upon it. “A whole world of innocent lives displaced and homeless…” He raised his drink to those gathered at the table. “…and we are too far away to strip it bare of resource.”

“Ha Hah!” The applause filled the small bar as loudly as the roaring laughter as Borog re-took his seat and wiped a tear away from his cheek.

“I would have thought you of all people would be there.” He took a single look towards one of the others at the table, a dashing looking male whose rough hair was whipped across in a carefree manner. “Never one to shy on profits.”

“I too thought I’d be there.” Alasdair Sitra, daring rogue and loveable CEO stated through his own drink. “However I found myself incapable of aiding at this time.”

“Meaning no one was going to pay you for it.” Again laughter.

“What do you take me for?” Alasdair raised an eyebrow, “I’ve made sure I have some presence there…for the good of the people.”

“…And your wallet.”

“Always for your wallet.”

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Space
Allies: [member="Pollux Alrai"] [member="Kerx Zyron"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Alasdair Sitra"] [member="John Shepherd"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Stardust Raxis"]
Enemies: [member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Cronas Plagueborn"] [member="Drake Vulcan"]
Post: 13/25

"Hit the enemy frigate on our way back to the mothership!"

"Copy, Alchemist Actual" Ornfra acknowledged.

Even better than just hitting the frigate, it turned out that Janick et al hit the enemy cruiser pretty hard in the first run, along with the frigate; in fact the frigate was very close to the cruiser and some waited a little too long to hit the frigate. And yet the whole formation of bombers began to attack the Qektoth frigate, dropping the last of their massive ordnance that was even likened to tactical nukes by several factions using them in ground assaults. If the hits on the cruisers were anything to go by, then they could well cause serious damage to the enemy. But now that they were running out of ordnance and the sad reality of it all was that they couldn't keep fighting the enemy capital ships without being rearmed, so they just shot down fighters, boarding craft on the way back to the Verdict's hangars. If only those Resurgents were actually finished on time, we could use a Resurgent right now, she thought, while realizing that the ancient schematics of the old Resurgents were found somewhere on Sekalus prior to evacuation, and that the new Resurgents at the ORC's disposal will retain the same squadron loadout as on the ancient one. In a few moments, they returned to the Verdict while the Verdict fired at those Whiphid frigates nearby.

Spoiler: Verdict fighter complement

• 20 Vhe'viin Mandalorian interceptors
• 19 Chiloon fighter-bombers

 

[Lucien Galtier]

[SIZE=11pt]Lucien watched from the captain’s chair aboard the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Hope’s Vestige’s [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]bridge as the blue twirls of hyprspace raced around him. The bridge was abound with life as his flight ensign’s raced from terminal to terminal as they plotted courses, readied shield systems and powered up weapons. Lucien did not wear his armor today instead opting for his general’s suit, but despite appearances his trusty verpine shatter pistol still sat in its holster on his hip. Lucien rubbed the cybernetic port on the back of his clean shaved head and he heard an all to familiar voice began to speak.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Why are we helping them again? [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Kitsune Lucien’s AI said softly, as was her nature.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Because a friend of mine is in dire need of assistance. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Lucien thought. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Ohh Lucien, ever the white knight aren’t you? [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Kitsune said teasingly and Lucien ignored the comment. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The grizzled general looked to the Navigator and watched as the man’s hands as they danced across the controls. Like every ensign aboard the ship his hair was kept short as was military standards. Lucien ran a tight ship and it showed in the professionality of his soldiers. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Ensign, how much longer until we revert from hyperspace?” Lucien asked, his voice hard and commanding attention. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“A few minutes sir. I’m preparing systems for reversion now,” The ensign spoke without looking up from the terminal. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Lucien merely nodded and continued to stare out at the blue void of hyperspace. Moments latter the extended white lines of stars began to materialize as Lucien’s fleet began to slip out of the abyss and into real space. Everything became set as the ships finally came to a halt and Lucien could make out the tail ends of the enemy fleet. They appeared to be corvette class ships with a couple of frigates and one heavy cruiser. Lucien smiled starkly as he observed the enemy. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Ready our long range guns. I don’t want those ships getting close. We have the advantage of being lucky enough to have dropped behind their stern. It is an advantage I don’t intend on losing,” Lucien said while observing the enemy through the canopy of the bridge. “Send orders to all gun crews to fire at will. Tell the Lancers to charge the proton beam cannons,”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Lucien walked over to his communications officer and laid a hand on his shoulder. “Hail all ships in the sector for me,” The ensign nodded and Lucien stepped onto the round holoprojector platform. With his arms clasped behind the small of his back he spoke. “This is General Lucien of The Republic. All vessels attacking the Libita and her escorts cease and desist or be annihilated. You have been warned,” [/SIZE]

Fleet:
Hope's Vestige Flagship
2x Lancer Class Cruisers

Spoiler: Summary of Actions

Republic fleet drops out of orbit behind enemy battle line. The Hope's Vestige is firing on the enemies Heavy cruiser with its long range guns. The Lancer cruisers power up their proton cannons.

Engaging:
[member="Cronas Plagueborn"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Ancora capital city of Luss
Objective: Do my own thing
Post: 1

The cold and distant dark lenses of a stoic metal gas mask shined under the unnatural fluorescent light of a fixture above. Reflecting off that were multiple cadavers. Bloody, twisted, and bleeding corpses that stained the ground in a myriad of different shaded blood. Who these people were was not important, all that mattered was the woman in the mask. A small slender blonde woman who wore a fine black suit and tie and clutched a blackened pistol in one hand and combat knife dripping with crimson blood in the other. Slowly she rolled her neck to the tune of a few pops and cracks before wiping the blade on her sleeve and placing it away in her belt beneath her overcoat.

"Sorry, Kev. It's nothing personal, just business." She said distantly as she popped the magazine out of her weapon.

Responding to her were the pained gasps of someone choking on blood and oxygen. The sounds of a dying individual, and it was made clear when the masked woman turned around so that a wounded Zabrack laying on the ground was within her sight. The man had almost a lost look about him, blood loss from an abdomen wound was beginning to set in as the man faded further into the howling jaws of death. Though despite the lack of blood, the man propped himself up on a nearby wall and began to reach into his pocket.

"Don't make me shoot you again, Kev." The woman said as she began to approach him slowly.

Raising up her weapon into a ready position, the man pulled a pack of cigarettes from his coat causing the woman to lower it slightly. Taking the coffin nail into his mouth the man slowly began to flick a lighter unsuccessfully to try and light his cigarette. The woman in the suit simply sighed in response.

"Kev, you've lost too much blood. You might as well be trying to roll a bolder up a hill." The woman said as the man kept on giving a sad attempt at a last smoke.

"&@$# you, Blonde." he said as he lowered the lighter in a defeated manner.

Taking someone of a pity on him. The woman known as Miss Blonde approached slowly and knelt down besides him to flick the lighter and allow the man to take a drag off the cigarette. Slowly he exhaled smoke before speaking again.

"Why?" He asked as he slumped his spiked head back.

The uncaring eyes of her gas mask looked over to the dying Zabrack and with them staring at dead into his soul she spoke.

"Why does anyone do anything, Kev. In this case, I don't run the criminal underworld anymore. The ORC is going to come through and crime rates will go up under the soft natured hand of freedom and democracy. And I work for them now, but that doesn't mean I'm going to use their methods of arresting or shoot only when shot at." Blonde said as she slowly reached towards the small of her back.

"You $@&#ing traitor." He said while blowing smoke and hawking spit at her.

"Yeah. Well in about five seconds that's really not gonna matter anymore." Standing up the woman pulled an extra mag from the belt on her back and loaded it into her pistol.

"You ready?" she asked in a courteous manner.

"Eat me bit-" the loud sound of a slug thrower followed by a bullet put a period on an otherwise unfinished fond farewell.

With another deep sigh the woman pulled out a holopad and crossed a name off the list.

"And three to go."

 

[RC 212]

SPACE

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Bryce Bantam"]

The Scum Merrill had taunted him. He roared, ghastly blue fog spraying from the skull mask.

"All weapons fire on the Merrill Scum!"

And all weapons did fire, turning to eject their lethal lances of green, ed and blue upon Jorus and company.

"Shall we launch the fighters?"

"Yes. Sink the Bantam Scum. He is the Merrill Scum's close compatriot."

Old Salvaged TIE interceptors streamed forth, swerving right for Bryce as the cannons boomed, screaming for Jorus. He wanted that man dead, and felt a giddy feeling rip through his spine at the thought of shredding Jorrus' flesh from his bones.

"I wonder.... what does a Merrill taste like?"

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Space
Allies: [member="Pollux Alrai"] [member="Kerx Zyron"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Alasdair Sitra"] [member="John Shepherd"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Stardust Raxis"]
Enemies: [member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Cronas Plagueborn"] [member="Drake Vulcan"]
Post: 14/25

With the four squadrons being rearmed inside their assigned hangars, Janick knew that they had to make haste in dropping those heavy proton bombs on the Whiphid frigates, because the Whiphid frigates were dangerously close to the Verdict. However, a new enemy was appearing on the Verdict's sensors: interceptors launched by one [member="Drake Vulcan"]. They appeared headed for [member="Jorus Merrill"] and [member="Bryce Bantam"]; yet she knew she had to do something. However the bombers couldn't just attack the Whiphid frigates: they will be walking right into a slaughter. Unless, perhaps [member="Lucien Galtier"] was already firing on them, or the broadside guns of the Verdict could hit ships on the aft arc. For the time being, with many different pilots already attacking the Qektoth and the Whiphid frigates, it was time for Janick to have the interceptors attack the fighters attacking Jorus and Bryce, while the bombers would launch an attack on Drake's flagship.

"Bomber group, drop bombs on Drake's flagship while the interceptors go engage the enemy fighters"

With that said, the bombers began their approach towards the Acclamator under interceptor cover, and Janick opened fire on one of the TIE interceptors; because she is expected to have several fighters going after her, she started maneuvering in such a way that she would instead cover the remaining bombers as they approached the Acclamator, and drop her bombs later.

Spoiler: Verdict fighter complement

• 20 Vhe'viin Mandalorian interceptors
• 19 Chiloon fighter-bombers

 

[Elaine Thul]

Allies: [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Captain August "]and orc
Enemies: not sure, but can I blast them, no I can not
1/25


Elaine and her armed forces just dropped out hyperspace, in troops transports. They where old, and at some point she would need to build a shipyard to replace them. As they came out hyperspace, she saw a fleet battle. She thought to herself FETH! She was not expecting hostile resistance to the landing, she was coming to help train local forces. As well as clear out any unwanted presence on the planet. She then got on then looked at the captain of her housecarls, the glance said a lot, like okay what are my options. As she did she sent a message to the fleet, House Thul forces could do with an escort or cover, my fleet is need of a refit. She waited for some one to give her ships, a safe passage or cover from the bigger ships. Her fleet waited at the back in dread, as they had little defense against any type of fleet action.

As she waited for a reply, she got the fleet ready to jump out of here if needed. She had lot troops with her, and they where useless in space.

 

[Captain August]

Enemies: Pirates
Allies: people with ship between, them and the pirates
2/25

As they came out hyperspace, he saw the ship battle. Then he looked at his charge Elaine, he had responsibility of making sure no harm came to her. Not easy considering she kept on going to war, and war zones. She did so in some aging ships, that where even beginning to creek. Some these thing may have seen Revan the first time round in the mandalorian wars. She looked at him, as to say oh feth. He then sent a single to housecarls, to order other ships to protect this one. He had some on each ship, to make sure the captains did what he wanted. His men where some best fighter in the galaxy, even though she did not ships, she did lot military equipment, the only issue was it was only useful on the ground. They need to land to make any difference in this battle, as they had heavy equipment that could even help in the space battle. The issue was it need to be unloaded, and put on planet surface. He was looking for options for his charge, he had not got many. Then one did come to him, they could try and mount some of the weapons on the hull. Sure they could fire them once, as the recoil would send them into dead space. Though if the ships where destroyed, they be gone anyway. He waited to see if they where going to get cover first, if not the big guns where getting mounted on the hull, of these aging hulks.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@Captain August [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Drake Vulcan"] [member="Lucien Galtier"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"]

Fog of war was an old phrase, older than interstellar travel, but its lessons still applied in modernity. Maybe now more than ever: today, confusion could be measured in light-years and gigawatts. The battle had sprawled out from between the black holes, toward the route to Ancora. Reports indicated hostilities half a sector away. The attackers flew at least half a dozen flags on their IFF telesponders. Anyone with a grudge against Jorus, the Coalition, or the Neko had shown up to play.

Sensors didn't indicate any solid limits or overarching picture of the battle, not anymore. This region of space had become a hellstorm of individual ships' desperation or fury.

For his part, Jorus wasn't doing so well. A heavy impact had thrown him from the Libita's prime gunnery chair, and he'd bashed his head against the deck.

 

[Velok the Younger]

A turbolaser bolt sheared through the Whiphid attack ship just aft of the bridge. The roars of wind and Whiphids told of efforts to combat the breach and the flames. Velok bared a tusk and tapped a command sequence on the Whiphid-optimized, Whiphid-language controls.

A handful of shredded vessels in tow, the Whiphid forces turned and adjourned. The battlefield had grown too complex, the best salvage too entrenched in multidirectional combat. He could no longer justify the risk.

As the Whiphid ships jumped to hyperspace, VElok pondered his relationship with the Outer Rim Coalition. Thus far, it hadn't quite transcended annoyance. Today might change that, or might not. He'd have to eat some fiber with his manflesh and see how he felt in the morning.

 

[Elaine Thul]

3/25

She looked at [member="Captain August "]and asked him, Okay what are my options, have you got magic rabbit for me. Her face had a marked the fear in it, she was worried. Her heart was beating a bit faster, she was not accustomed to space battles, her place was firmly on the ground. She was hoping he had some idea what to do, her ships where in a tight formation. Though the issue was the rust buckets she was in, did not have many guns. Nether did they have enough shield power to withstand a full attack, and force only knew how long these hulls would last. As these thought raced through her head, was she over thinking things. She wanted her feet on ground, with the wind in her hair, and smell of napalm in the air, as that was the smell of victory. She wanted some idea, of how to protect the fleet a little bit longer, something till some one could help her fleet. As thought about things a single bead of sweat, began to dribble down side of head. She was nervous to say the least.

 

[Captain August]

4/25

As is charge asked her, what was her options. He did not need to be a force user, to know she was not in her comfort zone, her face said it all. He then said only idea he had, it was not the best of ideas, but it was an idea. Yes my'lady, we can take artillery out and get the pioneers to attach the to the. Now their is good chance when they fire the weapon will no longer be usable, as the recoil might send it in to space. They have to be near the airlocks as well, as crews will need to refresh the oxygen tanks. Though that is only way we can improve our fire power, shields I have no idea, as for the hull we can hope. So I advise you stay here near that escape pod. He saw a slight smile on her face, so he gave the order. Thul artillery pieces would soon begin to welded to the hull of these rusting hulks. He had no idea how effective this would, but they would be no use after this. As they where not equipped, for entering a planet, and they be nothing more than molten metal after this. Though if they got destroyed in space, it would be no different. He was nervous as well, but unlike her, his face did not show it.

 

[Delaney Wilder]

T O R R E N T I A L​

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S M U G G L E R C A M P​

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Whilst [member="Delilah Keyes"] was off running a lead in First Order Space Walk was doing his own gig.

Linking up with several other smugglers on the one dry place in this space-forsaken planet. Profit was slim, but it was enough to make some headway in the crushing debt both of them had on their shoulders. But sadly things had started to get... heated about twenty minutes into the meeting. This was not a surprise. After all, smugglers weren't exactly the most social breed of spacer criminals, but that didn't help Walk feel any better about the situation. It might it, in fact, make him feel worse about it all. Chalk that up to him judging his own breed harsher.

"You's were cheating, I saw it with my own three eyes!"

"Karking wot, mate, you want to be fed to my reactor, eh?" Walk wasn't sure why the Twi'lek was talking like he came from Tatooine, but there it was. For the first couple of minutes he had simply tried to fade into the background as much as possible.

Hoping... that someone else would try to fix the situation, but instead of minimizing the damage... they had started taking bets. On who would win in a shoot-out, a wrestle match and a fist-fight. Bloody nether. This entire thing was tied up with his profits. If they all killed themselves the shindig was over and he could return to Velusia with his tail between his legs.

"Lads, lads, hold on a minute." Cutting through the Gran's ode on why the Twi'lek's mother was known to the entire Galaxy. "Let's... think about this reasonably, eh?"

Both of them stopped for a moment.

Looking at each other, the others, then back to Walk.

For a brief moment Decartre had a small measure of hope. Immediately squashed when they spoke almost in unison: "Piss off." before returning to their show. Well, at least they managed to unite briefly, even if it was against me. Walk thought to himself, before sighing.

This was a disaster.

What would Del have done?