The Chains Go Rattle And The Slaves Go Groan (PM if you're not HC)

[Flannigan Mcnash]

///begin transmission..​

To: Hutt Cartel​

From: Flannigan Mcnash​

This is a pre-recorded message, I Flannigan Mcnash will be conducting a slave raid on Dressel, and its people the Dressellians, at one of their farming communities. Mercenaries and contacts of the Cartel are welcome, and those who do show will be rewarded handsomely on their catch.​

...end transmission///​

...the golden plain spread level, golden-tawny golden green grass checker-boarded in a pattern as wide as the world, by silvers of the transformed moon, which, at the full, hung like a great luminous pearl on the radiant breast of heaven..

Dressel, who the nether had ever heard of Dressel, no one that's who. They had some run in with the Galactic Empire during the era of the Rebellion, but who hadn't. Truth be told the cybernetic pirate had thrown a dart on a map and it just happened to be Dressel, the amount of thought and effort that go into a slave raid is minimal. Cages, collars, chains, it was all pretty simple and the cartel needed slaves so what if they were prune-faced near humans.

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It was with a low heavy harmonized hum, the ship breaking through the atmosphere its wings taking large gouges out of the now swirling vapours that made up the skyline, there was a whistle one the wind makes when it goes through increasingly smaller holes, passing through as the BT-7 Thunderclap, and smaller freighters made their way to the surface. While their Kebechet V1 waited in orbit for transport.

He dabbed absent-mindedly towards the community in the distance with an invisible cigar, its non-existing head being dabbed vigorously to remove the smoky debri. "[member="Sempra the Hutt"], we're gettin' ready for the raid. Preparing the bikes and nets, not a soul will be left here." And than speeders and cages were unloaded off the ship's.

"It's time to rise and shine sleepy little hamlet."​

[member="Vindicta"] [member="Ringmistress Ludia"] [member="Spook"] [member="Tadietti Tann"] [member="The Upright Man"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Varg Euronymous"] [member="Zanders Darkstrider"] [member="ZERR"] [member="A.D.A.M."] [member="Airal Thamne"] [member="Alatar Istari"] [member="Gorteko Graye"] [member="Maanis Vizla"] [member="Noni Starroy"] [member="Norjung Ordo "][member="Nyx"] [member="Paislee Armandé"] [member="Uriel"] [member="Bsssk"] [member="Flora Burn"] [member="Maete Noelv"] [member="Aranov Alore"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Warren Century"] [member="Sere Reene"] [member="Octavian"] [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Ka-Aver"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Xander Black"] [member="Mongo Booshi Mella"] [member="Momma the Hutt"] [member="Goros the Hutt"] [member="Popo"]​

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra, located in the back of his great sailing barge, heard [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] message and as his body was massaged by a handful of slaves an unpleasent smile spread across his face.
With a slow movement he pressed the com button on the large arm rest of his throne.
"Very good Councellor. Not a soul... very good indeed." he replied and then leaned back to agani enjoy his moment of relaxation of his pleasure trip over the white dune sea of Sriluur.

 

[Flora Burn]

Flora smiled as she listened to orders, after all she was scum. They were going enslave, and ransack this little hamlet of nobodies. She still needed her own ship after leaving the black suns, but she was on board another. They were circling above like vulture, all ready to pry on the weak down there. She looked at hutt being massage by his slaves, and ready a blaster it was getting set for stun. She waited on the order of [member="Sempra the Hutt"], she was here to prove herself worthy of his patronage. She was working for cartel know the suns have collapsed, which was one those things Shame she thought but they were trying to become more than their roots.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan licked his lips as he thought about what was about to follow. He wore his ever present trench coat, the one that was bloodied, shot up, burnt and all in all ruined. Underneath that he had his Red Raven Shot Caller Armor. Instead of carrying his normal Red Raven Gauss Rifle, he had a stun gun. At his side he had holster a DL-18 blaster pistol incase things got to rough.

Cadan looked to Flannigan. "Whenever you're ready Cap'n."

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Ka-Aver]

Ka-Aver shifted foot and weighed the net in his hands. He stood behind Cadan considering himself one of his crew for this mission. He would not be able to pilot anything, but he would be able to ensare just about anything with this net. Either that or he could knock people out with his Vibro-glaive, although that sometimes also meant the subject died. He turned his nead toward [member="Flora Burn"] and made a silent nod.

"Weequay reeeadiez when youz wantz bozz." he mumbled to ensure that he was noticed by [member="Cadan Tazi"].

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Location: Dressel
Objective: Live Capture
Allies: [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], [member="Sempra the Hutt"], [member="Flora Burn"], [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Ka-Aver"]

The sky screamed as another ship tore through the atmosphere. The Crimson Hunter, a Maurader-class Corvette, dropped into Dressel's airspace with a purpose. Already the pure blood Zabrak crew swarmed through the ship, taking to battle stations like long lost bedfellows. Dozens of heavily armed warriors stormed into the hanger bay and began loading into the clan's Lambda shuttle. Pilots jumped aboard their Raven Interceptors, preflight checks underway instantly.

The long practiced procedure continued under the scrutiny of the clan's militant matron, Zenva Vrotoa. Her voice rang clearly above the clamour of the hanger, "Move it Vrotoa! I want boots on the ground before McNash even spins a karking servo! Irons, get those lay abouts on the shuttle!"

Zenva was joined by her young niece, Renesri, who offered up a datapad, "Lady Zenva, your call is ready ma'am."

The matron took the datapad without sparing it a glance, "Thank you Ren. Back to the bridge, your on comms."

The youth saluted and left at a sprint. Zenva began her leisurely stride toward the landing craft, keying the datapad as she moved. Little Renesri was a fine hacker and the datapad linked to [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] nearly instantaneously.

"Good morning mister McNash. Zenva Vrotoa, first check in. I will have men on the ground in less then two minutes. I hope you don't mind." She left the channel open long enough for the cyborg to reply before she stepped aboard her shuttle.

In moments the hanger bay doors opened, spilling forth a half dozen Raven Interceptors and one Lambda Shuttle.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"], replying with a wave of his hand and the line of static that meant he activated his communication. "Land near and begin, go wild this operation isn't sensitive, no one will miss a few if they happen to die while trying to escape." he turned to address each by name, the sharp crispness of his voxbox came clear giving his voice a sharp edge that bit deep within the ears. "[member="Flora Burn"](or what he'd know her by) grab one of those bikes, a net and a sonic pistol will do you well. [member="Cadan Tazi"], follow her on a second speeder." he moved to speak to [member="Ka-Aver"], giving him a slight nod of his head as greeting before beginning. "You're to take the troops on foot, try to gather as many as possible. No one will blame you if a few go 'missing'."

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Rustic cabins dotted the grassy hills as trees stood up like spikes, zigzagging the border of brick roads and unpolished homes. Rivers streamed through deep valleys. The greengrocer with his window full of apples and oranges, and the butcher with his bloody lumps of meat on display and naked chickens hanging up, and the small bank, and the grocery store and the electrical shop.

 

[Ka-Aver]

Ka-Aver instinctivley let out pheromones translating into an affirmative. Realizing no one would understand that he supported his statement with a confirming nod toward the Cyborg.
He then grabbed the net in one hand and made sure his glaive was secured on his back Before moving forward ushering the troops to follow with a simple wave of the hand.

They moved in a slow jog, keeping their backs bent to avoid detection until they got really Close. A muffled voice was Heard as one of the men seemed to have stummbled over a kid hiding in the brushes. He was quickly knocked out.

"Zpreadz outz..." Ka-Aver hissed in the comlink as they approached the Eastern border of the Community. "Onze the bikez arrive they whilz panic. Zhen we we ztrike and takez them with zurprize."


[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]
[member="Cadan Tazi"]
[member="Flora Burn"]

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Tiali stands tall next to Cadan Wearing his trusty damaged urban coloured scout armor, he readies and checks his weapons and equipment reliseing he didn't equip anything suitable for stunning people he looks to Cadan at this time.

"Hey Cadan, you know how I don't have any weapons and you most likely do have one to spare." Tiali says amusing Cadan would know what he is asking for.

"Oh yeah and ready Flanny." He says quickly over the coms

[member="Cadan Tazi"]
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Alatar Istari]

"Shoot,"

Stumbling over a kid hiding in a bush, Alatar Istari, known as Ghost to her superiors and colleagues, quickly knocked him out before he could scream any warning to the other villagers. She looked up at her leader for this raid, [member="Ka-Aver"] , as he gave out orders to spread out in his very heavy accent, and switched on her commlink, her whispering voice muffled by her respirator,

"What should I do with the kid, sir?"

[member="Flora Burn"]
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Ka-Aver]

There was a time when Ka-Aver had been sympathetic with a child stumbling on a stroke of bad luck so early in life. But those days were long gone, and what did it matter, better to learn what life meant in an early stage.

"Gag itz and bag itz. We whilzst claim itz on our wayz baak" he whispered in response to [member="Alatar Istari"]

In the distance they could overhear the engines of the bikes. The people in the community must not have a clue on what was about to happen, the Weequay thought as he shifted his weight trying to estimate the distance he had to a nearby villager occupied with fixing a fence.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Vrotoa clan's Lambda swept wide around the target valley. In it's center, the makings of a small town. Businesses, marketplaces, even a bank. That was were the biggest grouping would be.

Zenva turned away from the view port and stepped into the main cabin. "Listen up. Strike team one your with me. We'll hit the town center first. Teams two and three will get dropped outside the village and act as a quarantine net. Nothing gets out. Remember corpses don't pay. Lock and load Vrotoa!"

Zenva and Strike Team One, eight of her most experienced warriors, lined up with the shuttle's loading ramp. They didn't have to wait long. The Lambda buzzed low over the village, it's wings folding as it touched the ground. The ramp slammed into the soft earth and nine of the fiercest Zabrak Vrotoa clan had to offer stormed into the village.

Shots started ringing out immediately. Shocked and confused villagers to busy trying to figure out what was happening began to fall in a hail of blaster bolts. Every round a stunning shot, crippling their victims in an instant.

The Lambda was in the air again before the ramp had even finished retracting. The shuttle cut to the south ready to drop another group of eight elites.

Zenva's voice chirped over Vrotoa's comm channel, "Leave them in the dirt boys. Put down everything you can then pair off for breach and clears. Quarantine will round up bodies."

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
[member="Cadan Tazi"]
[member="Ka-Aver"]
[member="Flora Burn"]
[member="Alatar Istari"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan nodded to Tiali, and pointed into a room off to the ship. "They should be in there."

Cadan then got the order from Flannigan. "Will do Cap'n." He took a small ship down to the planet and jumped on a bike. He attached his nets and sonic weapons onto the side of the speeder. He opened up a comm to Flora. "Ready when you are sweetie."

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Alatar Istari"] [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] @Ka-Aver @Flora Burn[member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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And than it happened, in the intense silence someone somehow screamed with his whole body. The eyes wide with horror, the mouth rigid and open, his chalky face gaunt and immobile, the fists clenched with blanched knuckles and the nails digging deeply into the palms of his hand. And for that moment time stopped, the scene of pirates and mercenaries descending on the village in the starch light of lamp-posts and headlights, a few struggled and a few ran but most cried.

Character​

"Alright, commence now!"​

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[member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] [member="Ka-Aver"] [member="Alatar Istari"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Flora Burn"]​

 

[Ka-Aver]

Ka-Aver rose from his hiding place roaring.

"Nowz! Go!"

With a dexterious leap he landed next to the closest farmer. He stood little chance as the Weequay tossed the net around him, followed by a harsh knock in the head by Ka-Avers heavy glaive-hilt.

the men poured down the back allies of the community. Meeting little resistance as most were peaceful civilians. Instead they fled, fear in mind and body. Ka-Aver grinned. They were pushing them straight toward the coming speeders.

With a thwirl of his glaive he kicked the legs of the anothrr farmer and pinned her down brutaly, holding his glaive pressed toward the chest until another thug came along putting a collar around her neck. By then Ka-Aver turned and rushed further into the village, kicking a door to a house. Screams were heard as the Weequay continued with the gruesome task.

 

[Flora Burn]

The time for waiting was over, she hated that time as it never involved rum. She charged out with the rest of the pirates, her blaster stunning people as she head to the cantina. She wanted rum, bad enough to enslave the barman or bar woman. She head out blaster fire from all different angles, the problem was most of it was friendly fire. This crew needed to some training, but then again who cares it was fun.

It was not long before her and her little group, was next to the cantina ready to storm it for the rum. Tonight they would drink and celebrate, and maybe a little spice two

 

[Alatar Istari]

Ghost quickly did as she was told and tied up the kid, not too tight, but tight enough to keep him bound and gagged even if he woke up, and put the kid back in the bushes and marked it so she'd remember. She looked at the kid sympathetically, or as close to it as she could get with her mask, but shook it off, reminding herself that at least it wasn't her that was the one being knocked out.

Turning back around, she kept low until the leader shouted to go. Leaping into the air and yelling a battle cry, Ghost jumped from her passive self to complete Ghost Soldier mode, knocking down the nearest farmer and knocked him out with a swift punch from her metal arm. The next one was running, so she shot him with her pistol, set on stun of course, and ran towards the village, eager for the hunt.

[member="Ka-Aver"] [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] [member="Flora Burn"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan sped off with his speeder stunning poor farmers left and right. Those he missed, a pirate riding behind him would collected.

Even though these were farmers, they still had weapons. One farmer caught a shot on Cadan, although his armor took the damage. A sad smile crossed his face as he 'accidently' switched his gun from stun to kill. The farmer never stood a chance.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva stood tall in the midst of the terrified village. Her RB-23 Cauterizer in hand. She spared a moment to ensure the weapon was on it's stun setting before she began walking across the small town. Two of her elites fell in beside her as she moved, her gaze swept down streets and along rooftops. After a moment she keyed her comm, "Status check Lambda."

The reply came swiftly, "Strike Team Two is in position. In route for the last drop."

Zenva smiled wickedly and kept walking. Then she saw it, a bank directly ahead of her. She signaled her pair of guards and the two rushed toward the doors of the bank. Blaster bolts shattered the glass doors as the security inside started firing on the advancing warriors. Luckily the pair had personal shields which absorbed the opening volley, allowing the elites to reach the cover of the stone arch of the entrance.

Zenva continued forward at a leisurely pace, smiling to herself. Too much will to fight in that lot. Not something you want in your slaves. As she neared the door she drew out a C-14a stun grenade and threw it into the bank.

"Kill the guards." She shouted as the grenade detonated, a blinding flash of light lending dramatic flare to her order. Her elites rushed in, weapons chattering. They would only need a few moments to kill those inside. Over zealous in their endeavor, nothing survived the following onslaught. Zenva turned back toward the village watching her warriors work. In the distance she could pinpoint others, be they Jackels or Cartel, pushing into the town. Everywhere citizens fell. Sweet carnage! Oh how I have missed the battlefield.

Never one to waste an opportunity, Zenva opened a comm channel to her new employer [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], "Mister McNash. I thought you might be interested in the contents of our new little bank so I have secured it for you. A little icing for the cake, or whatever that saying is."

Zenva laughed aloud as she turned back to the bank. She would personally check every nook and cranny of the building before the other Jackels arrived.

[member="Cadan Tazi"]
[member="Alatar Istari"]
[member="Flora Burn"]
[member="Ka-Aver"]

 

[Ka-Aver]

Ka-Aver moved outside. He had not meant to kill as many as he had. But they were fighting back. Fools...

"Keep an eyez on that tree rangez!" he roared to a few thugs nearby. "If you looze some into itz it comez off your paycheckz!"

It seemd the community was encircled, there were still fighting going on but the poor fellows had been totaly caught in surprise.

"Bozz," he spke in the com to [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]. "Doez we prozeed to the outer farmz or shall we get outz of here beforez any polize arrivez?"

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]
[member="Cadan Tazi"]
[member="Alatar Istari"]
[member="Flora Burn"]
[member="Tiali Orazio"]