Slavering Jaws (Slave Raid - OPEN)

[Karsan Munin]

He turned his head, however briefly, to look at the Ugnaughts. Karsan Calnov looked down at the Trandoshan on the ground.

"I believe you."

He leveled the pistol with the man's chest and pulled the trigger six times. Without so much as another word.

[member="Bareesh Kajidic"]

 

[Azimuth Industries]

"Wait!"

Scorekeeper, no.

Plasma ventilated Giles, punching straight through his blast vest. His head drooped and he gave a gurgling chuckle, blood leaking from his mouth.

"I knew it. I karking . . . knew."

Then he slumped against the crate.

Giles the Trandoshan, zeroed out.

[member="Karsan Calnov"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Some time later . . .

In the Bareesh Kajidic palace on Nar Shaddaa, Gorba the Hutt received word that one of his lieutenants had been executed in some random spaceport by an as yet unnamed Mandalorian.

Needless to say, the Hutt fell into a sour mood. He never really liked Giles, or his strange manner of speech, but what would it say about the Kajidic if the murder of a lieutenant went unanswered?

No, Gorba would have this Mandalorian found and killed. And maybe then he would feed the pieces to his massiffs. Yes, that would send the right message.

His majordomo, Brutus, contacted the [member="Helix Syndicate"] and [member="Nadir"] and provided them with the spaceport's holo feeds of the incident.

"Yesh, operator? Yesh, thish ish Brutush, the Great Gorba wantsh all information on thish Mandalorian. Find out who he ish. You'll get fifty percent now and fifty after the job ish done, as ushual."

 

[Vee Toa(Hutt Rep)]

Vee Toa heard [member="Gorba the Hutt"] talking about the mandalorian, He knew who the Mandalorian was, he was going to give him information for a price. "I have information on the Mandalorian you're talking about, I will give you it for a price, mighty Gorba!"

 

[Nadir]

The holo feeds sent by [member="Gorba the Hutt"] were tossed, turned, analyzed, and dissected ad nauseam. Nadir had people for that. Well-paid people. Their network wasn’t as vast as that of the [member="Helix Syndicate"], perhaps, but they had hooks in places Helix wouldn’t even deign to set foot in.

Only sometimes, you could learn a whole lot from the dirt you scraped off your boot.

Several hours and conversations later, a certain man with a certain reputation received a call. It was short. To the point.

He grunted and turned off the comm. the second Teheron quit talking.

“Could you speed things up a bit?”

His coiffeur – a gifted kaminoan whose revolutionary advances in the field of haircare weren’t too appreciated by the Core Worlds Pharma Association – tsked and measured him in the mirror with as much disapproval as she could muster.

“You can’t rush art, Aesor. You of all people should know that.”

The man rolled his eyes. “It’s just a trim and a buzz, Senneke. The boss wants me on this shet, and fast.”

Senneke gave a thoughtful snip of her scissors. Sighed; relented. “Fine. But next time, I get to do your beard.”

Aesor Rodarch shrugged. “Whatever, Lady S. Just make it look clean.”

 

[Nadir]

Aesor had already looked through the stills and feeds sent by his bosses. Enhanced, complete with annotated metadata and everything else the tech guys had managed to pull. It’d been quite an informative read. Certainly he’d gleaned enough information from the helpfully HD tape to pick out the details of the armor.

A Mando was nothing without his beskar’gam. The patterns and colors spoke of their past – of their present and future, too. Culture and blood wrought each set into a second skin. Pockmarks and nicks chronicled the life of its bearer; markings and insignia their allegiance.

‘Course, without another Mando to make sense of it all, it was only so much useless white noise.

With all the information they mined across the galaxy, cross-referencing wasn’t difficult. When you narrowed it down to a specific combination of symbols, mannerisms, and weaponry, the pool of candidates shrank down significantly. Sure, his eyes stung something fierce after he finished hunting, but he had a name.

Rodarch looked away from his screen and met the glare of his own buy’ce. He’d been dar’manda for an age and a year, and it showed – Aesor was naught but barefaced, belligerent neutrality.

‘Karsan Calnov’? not so much.

Thumbing his comm, Aesor rubbed the crook of his bridge. (He’d lost count after the fifth break.)

“What? Very well, I’ll hold.” He rolled his eyes and wiped a smudge off the visor. “Yes, it’s me. Mm. Well— no. Look, I’ll just send you the file with my notes, okay? I’m too old to go planet-hopping after this guy. Kajidic can take care of it themselves, I just found his ass. Cheers, Teheron.”

Five standard minutes later Brutus received that same file, along with the number to a Tatooine bank account.

[member="Karsan Calnov"] | [member="Gorba the Hutt"]​

 

[She Zriknot]

She approached [member="Cradossk] "Urr Urah Urah Urah?"

 

[Jason Alers]

News spread quickly about a fight in a near spaceport, attracting many criminals and devils to the event. Jason was pretty new at finding work and decided it couldn't hurt to go. He wasn't as experienced as others in the same line of work, this was a perfect timing to try. At least he isn't half bad at using a rifle and the need of credits was a heavy influence.

A coincidental cargo ship was on its way to the spaceport and Jason just in the nick of time stowed away on it. After arriving and leaving the starship, he walked around the streets with his rifle in hand. A very stupid idea because the civilians were already pissed off. Several small encounters with large civilian mobs forced Jason to head to a deserted area.

The deserted area was where the cantina was lightly burning from the earlier fight between the Trandoshans and several pirates and mercenaries. Jason was able to pay a local for some information, it turns out there were some big crime lords interested here. He thought to himself...

"Well crime lords are basically the head employers of the Underworld, on the other hand, they are also the largest killers in the galaxy. But I do need a job."

Jason stayed in the area searching around for opportunities, clues, and anything valuable while avoiding the civilian mobs.

[member="She Zriknot"] | [member="Nadir"] | [member="Vee Toa"] | [member="Gorba the Hutt"] | [member="Karsan Calnov"] | [member="Bareesh Kajidic"]

 

[She Zriknot]

She noticed Jason "Aargh!"
[member="Jason Alers"]

 

[Jason Alers]

[member="She Zriknot"]

Alarmed by the sudden appearing Tusken Raider, Jason held up his rifle and turned off the safety. Although he had never encountered one before, Jason had read that they savages and often hostile. He yelled to the Tusken Raider...

"Do you speak the galactic standard language? If you don't then I think you can understand the standard 'I'm pointing a gun at your head!'"

To be truthful, Jason would prefer not to deal with the Tusken Raider. It could alert an enemy's presence or waste his valuable time.

 

[She Zriknot]

Zriknot held up his Revolver and pointed it at Jason "Aargh means Hello in Tusken Raider, I suggest putting your weapon down and I will do the same!"
[member="Jason Alers"]

 

[Jason Alers]

[member="She Zriknot"]

Jason laughed at the Tusken Raider, he did not feel threatened whatsoever. It was getting hot though, Jason realized this can go all day. He said...

"Look, whatever your name is, I'm not going to put the gun down and you just move along. I have important business to attend to."

 

[She Zriknot]

"Why argue when you can go attend important business? This is my last warning!"
[member="Jason Alers"]

 

[Jason Alers]

[member="She Zriknot"]

"Well, then you have to pull it because I'm not putting down my gun just cause you said so!"

If Jason couldn't handle a simple Tusken Raider, then what hope would he have to work in the Underworld?

 

[Vee Toa(Hutt Rep)]

Toa approached Jason and pointed his gun at him "I suggest you live him alone, we wouldn't want to make a mess of things, now would we?"
[member="Jason Alers"]

 

[She Zriknot]

Zriknot chuckled he knew Jason wouldn't make it far in the underworld "You wouldn't last an entire day!"
[member="Jason Alers"]

 

[Tychus Findlay]

[member="She Zriknot"] | [member="Vee Toa"]

"I wouldn't be so confident if I was you."

Kadesh walked up and pointed the rifle at Vee Toa. He had just arrived to pick Jason off the spaceport and drop him off at his new job with the Muertos.

"You see, Jason paid me to get him off this stupid place, alive! And if that means you are meant to be dead then so be it."

 

[Jason Alers]

"So I will say it again, drop the revolver you karking Tusken and walk away!"

Jason was laughing now, the pickup guy he hired was a professional mercenary. The only way he got to hire him was by paying serious credits.