Space Arena

[Thraxis]

Thraxis would hear the alarm ringing on his telecom, "Damn it, what is it now?" he would mutter, taking his flask from his trench coat and drinking whatever was left, "Well, better get to the captain." dragging himself up from the crowd he would ready his hands on his blasters, he assumed its nothing more than a dispute amongst the crew and spectators, the bunch were nothing more than ruffians.

Promptly he would rush towards where [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] was located as well as his company, sweat would fall from his brow, it was not easy to get to his captain in a short period of time, especially while bloated on Salamanders on a Stick and some sort of alcohol, "Captain-" he would say, his sentence broken from stertorous panting, "[member="A.D.A.M."] contacted me, what's the-" he would fall to the ground, his body encumbered by his heavy panting and bloated gut, "problem?" he would half inquire, his body laid flat out over the cold steel floor, his heavy breathing slowly decreasing in rate, though still problematic.

 

[Vitani Amani]

"Just a padawan." she nodded in confirmation. Vitani looked down. "I didn't want to deceive you, but I don't usually tell people I'm a Jedi because I know how a lot of people react." she said.

The Padawan nodded, she had no reason not to trust Cadan and felt she had no choice other than to follow him. She avoided the glass that he threw to the floor and ran after him after hesitating momentarily. "Who's Fiarr?" she asked curiously.

[member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Cortosis and Phrik were of less interest to her, since she had mines providing them already, though they were a pain to refine and production was always low, it might be convenient to have a secondary source. The other minerals did interest her however, and as she cast her yellow eyes thoughtfully over [member="Triam Akovin"]s gear, she had to admit it did look well made even without knowing all the specs.

"I might be interested in-"

This was interrupted by the general hubub that unknown to the Twi'lek was caused by the Sith assassin strolling onto the station and murdering one of the Jackals in cold blood for reasons unknown. She did hear the alarms however, and when [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] spoke she nodded, rising to move as directed. His house his rules. While normally she would be grabbing the leads and dealing with this, her relationship with the Jackals and McNash in particular was one of mutual respect.

They were on his space station at his invitation, he got to call the shots for the most part.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

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"A friend." That was all that escaped Cadan's mouth as his anger took over.

As they all reached the room, everyone would see the prone body of Fiarr, a single saber cut going across his neck. The Trandoshan standing next to the body unsure of what to do. "Alert the Cap'n and the others. And get a karking med droid up here now!" Cadan barked the order at the Trandoshan.

Cadan collapsed to his knees next to his hold friend, checking frantically for a pulse, whispering to himself. "It's okay. It's fine." Sadness would begin to sneak into his eyes, as he realized his friend, his companion, his brother, was gone.

He rose from his knees, the anger once again taking hold. His hand curled up into a fist, his knuckles going white. Too quick for anyone to stop him, his fist would collide into the cheek of the Trandoshan. "Who the kark did this! Tell me!" His hand would drop to his DL-18 pistol, his fingers feeling the contours of the hilt. Too anyone watching, it was clear that Cadan was about to do something utterly stupid.

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The Trandoshan nodded, opening up a comm to the main crew of The Jackals. "Thiss is Sarhk. Fiarr is down, in room 31-C--" Just before the comm cut out the listen would hear the sound of a fist hitting a scaly face. Sarhk would raise his hands, in an attempt to prevent anymore hits. If this was a steet brawl he would fight back, but this was one of his bosses and he knew better than to fight back.

He saw Cadan's hand drop to his pistol and he head the question. "Look, I don't know I found 'im like thisss."

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="A.D.A.M."] @ Hazza Kutter [member="Paislee Armandé"]

 

[Darth Carolus]

Once the systems powered up and the coordinates were set in, the ship's engines would fire to life and allow the lord to leave the station. Carolus grips onto his controls, swiftly turning his ship to get through the narrow opening but making it past, with almost no damage other than scratches. Once out in open space, he makes his way to his predetermined location.

 

[Tentoa]

"Baplamka mee sanog, goo sey da fa doth dan bai neu andoba Yih, du bo luto establishment. Pineu jen du bo piohana, bu mewipa an piuma dee cohkaha irk jen hee. "

"The Great Mella, accepts your gift, he says that it is good to see another Hutt, in his fine establishment. Join him in his quarters, the refuse and failings of the pit irk him so."

The great slugs maw rolling with the leather whip of a tongue latching out and onto his gift, there was a crunch and a low rubble as the frog clattered noisily into the back of his throat. With a wave of his bulbous arm's the round balloon like digits waving a guards close, he sent a few forward and the remaining towards [member="Sempra the Hutt"].

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"For your safety, we'll escort you, don't know who's around 'ere." the guard said, there was a slur to his word's an almost sing song nature to it, weather it was an accent or the affect of booze none could say, but this near human addressed the Hutt and awaited his answer.

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra's eyes narrowed at the proposal an he hesitaded. He did wish to meet [member="Mongo Booshi Mella"] but he did also want to spread his market. Glaring about he decided that his servants had done enough for now. The death of someone important on the station had been a blessing for him. Everybody that could have been a problem had been busy with the security breach, further Sempra detected that several who darted away seemed emotional which even more blurred their focus.

In short Sempra had spread his product without resistance and it looked like he would leave the Arena having established contact with a few more potent customers. The move had been more then a success.

Recognising this Sempra let out a pleased growl and nodded to his Nikto Enforcer to summon his small entourage again. They had accomplished what they wanted to do here.

He turned to Mongos servant:

"Then take me to the Great Mongo."

 

[Tentoa]

"As you wish it." it was groggy walk from straight to centre left, the placement of the leading pirate made his way to mongo's podium and further still leading [member="Sempra the Hutt"] to a room, pillows and lounges dotted the room, a place for a Hutt to lounge and relax. "'ere we are."

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"Jee cuemhaman thee bo shuda, haku gee koose uba bai mah establishment, Kolka gee ba bansei."​

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"The Great Mongo, bids thee greetings. He asks what has brought you to his establishment, and he insist you have an eel."​

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It was with a wave of his arm's sending small waves of movement through the rolls of fat, the leather like tail coiling and releasing as he adjusted himself for a better view, the fat wrought finger's narrowed and pointed towards a cauldron towards the middle of the room, murky water could be seen and the occasional ripple of movement if one trained their eyes they'd notice a swarm of eels within arms reach.​

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[member="Sempra the Hutt"]​

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra's eyes widened accompanied with the excited rattle of his tale as he gladly accepted the eel.

He settled down in one of the luxuary Hutt seats across the room facing [member="Mongo Booshi Mella"].

"Great Mongo, it is an honor to be your guest in this operation of yours." Sempra declared and made a show of nodding approvingly at the room and its displayed luxury.

"My prescence here is twofold." he continued shifting between formality and bussiness with ease. Two chuby fingers was held to the air with one arm as the other made sure to tuck in the last of the Eel in his great maw.

"First, I am establishing a small operation which will need customers and contacts to thrive. The Arena is a good market for customers of more refined taste. I am sure you would agree to give me your blessing and support as a fellow Hutt in this endevour. Yes?"

"But I am aware of the Ravens influence here so I will keep the piece to a minimum to avoid confrontation with your allies of the lesser species I too value assets for what they are." he hissed and demonstrative grabbed his twi'lek by her lekku causing some pain before he pushed her forward to collect another Eel. Sempra's posture fell back somewhat and his great Hive appeared relaxed. But his eyes was ever following his fellow Hutts reaction. He did not know where Mongos true loyalties truly were.

"Secondly, I Sempra the Hutt seek to re-establish a working network of the old Kajidics, to restore what we once was." sempra blinked as he accepted the new Eel from his slave servant.

"A Hutt like yourself might be interested in this, that is what I am truly here to adress you about." sempra tasted his Eel while awaiting reactions of his rather sudden declerations.

 

[Tentoa]

There was a low rumble from deep within his chest, the round bulbs of fat that composed his lower torso convulsed with laughter, the eye's narrow and water formed at their base's.

“I baplamka mee mo, um du moova mee Jee gee wa chamana. Bu Yih gee koumola see neu peee bu yoskah gee yatuka dah, Dobra wa Yih fundamentalist ree pay. Jee bidkana heee baua pheciua donkhamhan um tee yetkaha doth janse, an jeejee katka woy wa moova mee. ”

“The Great mogo, accepts your offer, but in return he has a proposition. The Hutts have fallen out of view as the galaxy has moved on, I am a Hutt fundamentalist at heart. I support these other criminal enterprise but our history is long, and we must make a return.”

There was a lapse in his sentence as he withdrew a long pipe, setting it upon the crux of his lips he let frothing grey smoke escape in round bubbles of smoke.

“I gee whoma wa partnership cay bu Uopoi, la chamy tah bekiola an fund mah amahola. An la ana bocoee doth domkamokha-en cay bu Miha Pahia, heee Dobra. I’m wuee woy uuateua investment du wa bidwata amahola da boht pityee. Mella Kanbitkhea, I’m hatkocanh bai banpop domkamokha-en uba, heee bu Uopoi doth hatkocanh bom bom, an bu Miha Pahia hhe hoohah. ”

“He says he hasstruck a partnership with the Jackals, they own this station and fund his operations. And they themselves are sponsored by the Red Ravens, thus he is. And he is currently making key investment in a mining operation that bears his name. Mella Industries, he is willing to also sponsor you, thus the Jackals are willing too, and the Red Ravens through them.”

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]​

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra eyed the room with caution.

"Then let us hope that your allies ensures your privacy." a sudden drop in appetite made Sempra more weary.

"I am aware of our great race ill boding position. Assets are always necessary, as long as one understands what their uses are for the cause." Sempra smacked his huge tounge.

"Then we have an understanding - I will proceed with my opreations on this station." he nodded.

"And we will continue to discuss our future dear Cousin in time, yesss."

 

[Tentoa]

"Mah banki danko doth mee banki danko."​

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"The great Mongo says, My home is your home."​

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[member="Sempra the Hutt"]​

 

[Vitani Amani]

Vitani was confused as to what was going on until they reached the room where a dead Bothan lay on the floor. She stared at the horrible saber cut going across his neck. Who could have done this? Why?

The Padawan wished there was something she could do for the clearly distraught Duros who was clinging to the lifeless body. She could do nothing as he attacked the Trandoshan and only watched sympathetically. Vitani became alert when his hand went to the hilt of his pistol and she stepped in front of him to intervene.

"Cadan, give me the pistol." she said soothingly, as though she were talking to a child. The Padawan held out her hand towards Cadan in an attempt to negotiate.

[member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Location: Aboard the Gambling Den
Objective: Kick Ass and Take Names
Allies: [member="Ashin Varanin"]?
Enemies: [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], [member="A.D.A.M."] and co.

Damn.

Looks like the jig was up, but she was no where in a position to acquire her target. She had been interested in her wares however, which might be an opening for her later. The woman was already getting up however, and she could do something drastic like trying to throw a commlink her way and put her thumb and pinky finger shaking around the side of her head and shout "Call me!", but some how she didn't think the pirates or guards would take too that very kindly. She also received indication that her droid was trapped in a hallway, thanks to a nearby remote droid blinking the short morse code for emergency, seeming as her boots scrambled sensors within a several feet in every direction.

Perfect.

There wasn't much time to decide what to do, and so without being able to fully assess the situation, decided to act.

"My name is Triam Akovin. Look me up." She called out to the Orange Lady.

She then ran away towards her droid remote, which was leading her to the Commando droid, deciding it was time to break him out. As she ran, she applied four taser darts directly in her armor, whirring with their electrical discharge into her superconductive armor, absorbing the energy directly into a central storage device on her chest. Eight droid remotes surrounded her as she approached her Commando Droids position, awaiting rescue. It was fairly innocent, it hadn't actually been looking through the scope, since it was hooked up directly into its HUD, yet it still managed to get caught. It was probably due to the various droid remotes throughout the space station that got caught, and the source of their transmission was triangulated to this position.

Within ten seconds, her H.E.R.D. Laser was powered up and ready, but its distance energy continued to build as the energy continued to be applied for the next several seconds. She needed all the power she could manage to desolate that bay door. Finally, within twenty seconds (twice her laser's capacity, increasing her effective distance by more than half), she reached the door. The commando droid moved out of the way, so as to prevent her laser from destroying the thing she was trying to rescue.

"Cheerio!" Her Neuranium boots locked her into the ground as the repulsors were deactivated. She needed to make sure she had a strong stance to fire. Then suddenly, the electricity that was whirling around her chest and coursing through her armor, a bright solid beam of energy emanated from her chest, first hitting the door and heating it up, before the metal began to fall away as slag melting it. The beam hit the other door on the other side, but left nothing more than a scorch mark, given that it expended all its converted heat energy on melting the first door. It was difficult to aim, but she managed to melt a space the Commando Droid could jump through. When it did, it unfortunately set its hat on fire, and bit of its cloak. It took off both and stomped on them. While it did this, Triam replaced her extinguished taser darts with new, active ones, restarting the charging sequence for her laser.

"Time to go. Cheerio!" Her boots repulsors reactivated, granting her the movement capable to grab her droid, and start repulsor-ing her way to the hangar. It took her roughly thirty seconds this time around, but she figured she'd need that extra power. It was definitely time to go, and even though she left behind oodles of incriminating data behind, she hoped to have impressed anyone who looked on them. Perhaps even enough to convince the Orange Lady to look more into her tech. There was one thing that Triam was glad about though: her boots scrambled nearby scanners, and any scanners hoping to penetrate her into her shell due to the massive amount of Neuranium on her feet. That of course didn't stop visual information, but whatever machine was controlling the station would gain no luxury in trying to tap into her technology or something.

Once approaching the bay door, she repeated the process: Lock in, aim, melt, move. This time, given her extra power, she was able to melt a bigger section of the door, and walked through. It would certainly be a queen to leave the station, but she trusted her Junk'd Up Ship to survive a little damage a little longer... at least enough to jump through Hyperspace.

(OOC: Leavin' the thread, and takin' everythin' with me Hope I didn't presume too much! I was just trying to have a unique getaway that wasn't: "I ran away".)

 

[Cadan Tazi]

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Cadan's hand began to shake, his knuckles going white, the anger flowing through his veins. "Kark!" He'd shout as he release the pistol, passing it over to Vitani. Cadan's eyes would swing towards the Trandoshan. "Go get Thraxis." He barked the order, seeming to vent his anger through shouting.

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With the order said, the Trandoshan ran off to find Thraxis.

[member="Vitani Amani"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Vitani Amani]

Vitani took the pistol and held it away from Cadan. She crouched down besides the Duros and took his hand to try and calm him down. "Cadan, calm down. You wont solve anything through anger. If you calm down we'll find out who did this." she said calmly, proving her Jedi likeliness. No doubt he would want revenge though..

[member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

After having passed time at the hospitality of Mongo the Hutt, Sempra found himself slithering out into the open Arena main room. There he instructed his Nikto enforcer that their bussiness was a welcome aspect of the Arena facility and the distribution shall increase.
He chose one slave of particular good behaviour and with good social skills to remain behind to represent and manage his affairs in the facility for the time being. The Nikto enforcer was also left as protection and to ensure that the slave was kept in check.
The hutt then declared that his space Barge, the Boshida, should prepare for departure.

If no one interupted him he would leave the arena shortly afterwards.

[member="Mongo Booshi Mella"]
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

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The medical droid rushed pass the group of people, somewhat mumbling to itself. It carried a floating stretched and a body. Upon reaching the room with Fiarr, it would look at the body. "Must take down to medical bay. Must prepare for funeral." The droid, lift the body into the body bag and placed it onto the stretcher before exiting the room.

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Cadan snatched his hand away as Vitani attempted to grab it. When the medical droid entered he began to help, making sure the up most care was taken in getting Fiarr's body. As the droid left, Cadan sat on the floor of the room, looking down to where Fiarr laid. "I will get your revenge." He whispered to the imaginary figure.

[member="Vitani Amani"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

THE ARENA

By the time Ashin was done with the Wampa, the whole station had gone to hell.

She wasn't much for extrasensory perception, but even to her limited senses, the sudden wave of consternation and violence matched the hiss and thud of blast doors sealing. Important beings were leaving to discuss business elsewhere. Something significant was happening, and the pile of dead around her was losing significance by the second. She contemplated holding the Hutt to their deal; she contemplated demanding her last few opponents to win those slaves' freedom. She contemplated ripping the heart out of this station -- that was one way to ensure relevance. But at this particular moment, relevance was less than essential. There had been times in her life when she'd believed that any action was better than no action at all, but that way lay foolishness.

So the former Sith Empress sat cross-legged on the arena floor and employed the Jedi principle of action through inaction. She waited for something to happen or for a preferable course of action to make itself clear.

 

[Vitani Amani]

Vitani took it as a warning and stood up, standing to the side of Cadan. He seemed really emotionally unstable at the moment but she barely knew him and she knew there would be nothing she could say that would help. She said nothing for a moment, watching the poor man in despair. She heard the word revenge and moved closer, going to put her hand on his shoulder. "I will help you get revenge." she said quietly, completely disregarding all previous training she had ever had as a Jedi.

[member="Cadan Tazi"]