Fyrago
Slavelord of the Slice
Slave Raid on Mimban!
Open to invite (ask in dms or here) for any sides supporting the slavers or against them!
Mimban.
A perpetually stormy, gloomy world, clad in mist and veiled by its native swamps. It bordered right next to the Galactic Alliance; a world in its looming scope of expansion, yet in spite of this, the scum of the underworld saw it as a valuable target. Not only did the mines of Coaxium still exist, even if overgrown and partially reclaimed by the swamps - it was full of sentient beings. Mimbanese, as well as their fellow neighbor species. All of whom were apt to prove as liable fodder and excellent market material for claiming that of a delicious slice of Trandoshani Flatcakes. Indeed, for with it, the fleet of the Gore Krakens' primary cell emerged; Bothan Assault Cruisers, Nebulon-Bs, even a few Dreadnaught-class Heavy Cruisers, as well as CR92as and other varying vessels. A solidly large pirate fleet, though the largest ship was an old Recusant-class Light Destroyer small variant, which hung alongside a convoy of two Providence-class Carriers as well as a plethora of Action-IV Transports and smaller bulk freighters and bulk transports.
The symbol of the Gore Krakens, a leering cephalopoid skull of humanoid origin, painted on their sides, they got to work.
Snubcraft strafed a few of the smaller settlements - mostly to clear landing zones in the swamp. Pirates disgorged from shuttles and gunships with fervent zeal; the crew underneath the prominent Slavelord of the Slice, one devious
Fyrago
, was noted for their savage disposition and cohesion. Cybernetic fodder, made from that of unruly slaves, were dispatched first to soak up the Mimbanese's local resistance; they died in droves, but it mattered little.There were always more sentients to convert, after all.
And indeed with it, the slavers of the Gore Krakens descended upon Mimban like starving akk dogs. For as they rounded up Mimbanese villages and other species' settlements, they were being marched onto transports. Chains and slave collars affixed to limbs and necks, as the barking growl of slavers ushered them forth. They were not here to conquer this planet - no, the Gore Krakens were here to despoil it, to steal as much as they could, and then flee. A fitting business opportunity; the slave markets of the galaxy yearned for such spoils of lucrative dealings.
Case in point,
Fyrago
stood over a Mimbanese village being held captive and being prepared to be loaded upon the transport; his neuronic whip scything out as it wrapped around an unruly elder. Shocking electricity coursed through it, agonizing the elder as they crumbled. Children rushed over to him; the T'surr scowled. A hand lifted the neuronic whip, and with it, he gutturally hissed out his next words."Children. Always predictable to the last - ah well, they'll serve well as fodder. Men! Take these little womp rats and drag them off to the Decraniated's transports. We'll make use of them yet."
And with it, as men approached the crowd of children, it was clear if nothing was done, that the pirates would have their bounty this day...
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