Faction The Raggedy Edge [SJO OPA]

[Acaadi]

An array of Jedi in pale tunics stood in the semi circle in front of the dais. Bodris the Hutt leered down at them with a wicked grin splitting his hideous face.

Acaadi had never stepped into a hive of scum and villainy of this kind. Master Qel'dor, the leader of this little party, had seemed so confident as he banged on the door of the Hutt's estate.

Acaadi had questioned whether this was the best way to address such a powerful crime lord. The reply had been simple:

"They need to understand that justice in this sector will soon come from Jedi protection and not Hutt bounties."

Acaadi silently questioned if that was in line with the principles held by the Silver Jedi. Just as he questioned whether it was foolish given the number of armed miscreants that seemed to be coming out of the walls. When they had been escorted in there had mostly been exotic dancer. Now the balance had tipped towards enforcers and bounty hunters.

Acaadi had barely taken his eyes away from Kyra since they had walked in. She had been searching for the rodian slaver Niseen, but instead had been captured and brought here days ago. She was chained to the Hutt's dais, clad in no more than the dancers who hadn't even stopped gyrating. He had to bite down a well of hot anger.

None of the Jedi knew that members of the OPA were already scattered through that crowd, blending in. They were here for the same reason, only the Jedi approach was more direct. And ultimately, more foolish.

As Bodris waved for his protocol droid the hubbub died down into hushed murmurs around the room. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.


OOC:

• A group of silver jedi, led by an overconfident Master who does not understand the wild outer rim have arrived at the Palace of Bodris the Hutt
• Following the invasive attack of The Sith Empire against the World of Velmor and the defending Silver Jedi Forces on site, Velmor has been left to recover from the exhaustive damages and horrific loss of life. Many peoples have been lost due to the enslavement practices of Darth Thuyrn who seeks to replenish the ranks of the Sith Legion’s through a perverse use of the Dark Side of the Force.
• With the enslaved still being unaccounted for, the Silver Assembly’s investigation has led them to a rodian slaver named Niseen and information of captives being held on Altor 14.
• They are searching for the Rodian slaver runner Niseen, thought to be hiding at Bodris the Hutt's palace
• Several members of the OPA are already here undercover, trying to get to the bottom of the slave ring involving Dark Judges
• The Jedi Master is going to make a mess of of the situation and this is the first part of a long story arc as naive jedi are pulled into the world of the outer rim as they work with the OPA to uncover a much larger and sinister plot

 

[Eldin Daine]

After initial investigation on Bespin, of the disappearance of Ugnaughts, the OPA Judges had uncovered a wider ring of slavers operating in OPA space. Sheriff John Brown had only been a small part of in the overall operation. An OPA Judge that had been corrupted by the Dark Judges, a group who continually plagued the Alliance.

With a little help from a friend, and the force, Sheriff Daine was able to interrogate Brown and gain valuable intelligence into the slaver’s operations and their location (Altor 14). There had been widespread disappearance of peoples throughout Alliance space so the events on Bespin were the tip of the iceberg. OPA command decided that it was time to, once and for all, rid Alliance space of these hardened criminals, the Dark Judges.

After weeks of planning, and working hard to infiltrate Bodris the Hutt’s organisation, the Judges and other OPA authorities (scum and villainy) were in place. They had gained footing within the operation and were about to initiate the sting. Unbeknown to them, the Silver Jedi were also here investigating the slavers ring, as the Dark Judges had moved their operations out to a wider field within the galaxy and had entered Silver Jedi space.

Eldin’s hand hovered over the commlink, about to give the signal to move in when a Jedi entered the main room of Bodris’ palace. He remained in place, standing idly by a column dressed in spacers gear with weapons strapped to his hip, and watched the Jedi with intense gaze. Out of the shadows stepped Bodris’ thugs, this was an unexpected turn of events, even for the OPA operative. He moved closer to the column raised his arm to lean on it as casual as you like, a signal to the OPA operatives in the room to stand down.

Shit, what are they doin’ here?

How this was about to play out was anyone’s guess. The tension in the room thick and fizzling and it would not take much to ignite the spark and this entire room would erupt into chaos. Eldin’s mind raced trying to figure out why the Jedi had suddenly shown up on this back-water planet.

 

[Veino Garn]

If there was one thing that Veino detested, it was amateurs who didn't know what they were doing or getting themselves into. He'd spent the past several years training the ORION Huntsmen, operatives, as well as Judges and Jensaarai on undercover operations. Unfortunately, it seemed these Jedi hadn't quite gotten around to that yet. The Jensaarai leaned further back against the wall, into the shadows, as the showdown developed, and the main room rapidly began filling in with hired muscle, bounty hunters, and all other sorts of unsavory, violent sorts.

He rubbed his temples and took another long drink of the whiskey-substitute, cringing at the taste, but the burn was at least reliable. He caught the signal from Eldin Daine and let out a long breath. Smart. He'd have made the same call. It was good to have somebody else in charge of this op, as complicated and messy as it was likely to be, especially now.

The man started counting hostiles and eventually stopped after a few dozen, even some perhaps Mandalorian mercs. Those would be difficult. But at least the OPA agents would have a significant advantage of surprise, not being distinctive from the assembling crowd, at least until lightsabers started flashing. Most Judges used blasters and other weapons though, which will be useful in keeping them blended in with the crowd. However, this means they'd need to adjust the extraction.

Veino tapped out a coded message in his comms to the spacer teams as he began reassessing the quickest and safest way out, with higher potential for casualties and unanticipated guests.

Acaadi

 

[Kiegan Lysle]

While some of the more... tempered Jedi probably questioned Master Qel'Dor's methods of addressing a Hutt crime boss, Kiegan beamed with pride working with the Jedi master.

"Well said, Master." Pearly white shone through and exceptionally wide grin. "Hopefully the people of the Outer Rim will learn to appreciate our order."

The two exchanged an ignorant nod towards one another, both surely in for a learning experience.

It wasn't long before their party began to be swarmed with armed men, plenty enough to even give the Jedi that had come along some trouble. As much as Kiegan put on a front, the fear of his sutures breaking apart and rendering him useless was a legitimate issue. He was fairly confident that there would be no fighting at least.

It didn't take long after they entered for Kiegan's blood to begin to boil, the fat smug face of Bodris the Hutt not nearly as infuriating to the Hapan as the girl next to him. Kiegan wasn't familiar with Kyra Perl on a personal level, but he knew about the Zeltron from his sister Jamie telling him about her. Bodris was lucky that it wasn't Jamie chained up there instead, or Kiegan would have abandoned all reserve to take his head.

Still, the fact that it was one of her close friends caused Kiegan to clench his fist tight.

"Why the feth do you ha-" A hand raised from Master Qel'Dor that made Kiegan shut up, the Hapan quieting down to a mixture of shame in his composure and the still seething anger he felt.

As much as Kiegan wanted to act, he knew the cooler head of the Jedi Master would be better to deal with a delicate situation like this.

TAGS | Acaadi \\ Veino Garn \\ Eldin Daine

 

[Amani Serys]

Next to Acaadi stood another, smaller Mirialan. Amani fidgeted uncomfortably at the tension that filled the room, her gaze rapidly flicking across everything that moved. It couldn’t be more obvious that she was out of her element in this moment, and Master Qel’dor’s brazen approach to the situation wasn’t easing her anxiety. She opened her mouth as if to try and amend his more antagonistic remarks, but refrained as Kiegan Lysle spoke up first and more or less did the exact opposite.

Amani felt her face burning up as her eyes shifted over to Kyra, unable to help but look up at the Hutt next, who met her gaze and grinned at her grossly. Amani sneered instinctively and turned away, doing her best to avoid attract anyone else's stares.

She had no reason to doubt the master’s experience before, but now, even the naive green padawan could tell this probably wasn’t going to go how they wanted.

Eldin Daine | Veino Garn

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra sat on the dais besides the hutt, her tense gaze jumping into a flood of relief as a familiar set of faces emerged from the dim atmosphere around her. Acaadi! She knew they would come for her. Their separation had been accidental, and definitely not the result of Kyra disobeying orders and trying something on her own.

Puffffft, she'd never do that.


As the days had passed, her confidence in her situation had grown weaker. Caedyn Arenais had once warned her that a simple misstep could cost her everything, but she hadn't felt the severity of that lesson until the first day had turned to night and still... no one had come for her. She was left with plenty of time to dwell inside that lesson as she sat empty-eyed on the cushion besides the hutt.


Bodies swirled and tangled. Faces mingled in the distance. She didn't pay heed to any of it, lost deep in an attempt to puzzle out a solution. Chained to the ground and weaponless, she had seen none.

Did force lock-pick exist? She should learn it!

But such ruminations were dashed, the girl standing and giving her chains a frustrated tug as she came to face her friends. The hutt laughed, giving her a yank back. A choked noise of shock came from Kyra as she was tugged back into the hutt's body. He wrapped his stubby arm around her, no qualms given to using his pet jedi as a shield against his unwanted guests

Oh yes, he knew she was theirs. He might be smelly but he wasn't stupid. "Ha ha ha, jed-i. Your friends come so brashly into my home." Kyra strained, nose crinkled as she tried to avoid his tongue.

 

[Lon Vondon]

Lie through your teeth and smile. One of the first things that Lon had learnt when he was dealing with the Hutts. It served him well throughout a variety of his missions and this was no exception. Lon had chosen to forego his usual attire for more understated tunics he was on an undercover mission after all he didn’t want to alert the Hutts. If word got around that there were Silver Jedi around the whole mission would be blown.

From the intel he gathered from around the palace the Rodian slaver Niseen would be here Lon just had to lie low until then. Merging with the mass of gyrating bodies to maintain his cover he spotted Kyra Perl on the dais chained looking uncomfortable with the Hutt. Where was Caedyn Arenais ? She didn’t disobey him again did she? The last time that happened it didn’t end so well and almost compromised the mission, cursing under his breath. Somehow she always got into sticky situations initiated rescue missions at the last minute.

"Ha ha ha, jed-i. Your friends come so brashly into my home.” he heard the Hutt say. Oh kriff were they spotted that easily? If there was something he learned throughout his dealings with the Hutt empire was that most of them were dumb, more interested in the credits, enslaving women and partying to pay any real attention to what was happening but there were some exceptions and by the look of things the male hutt was about to become one of them.

Lon wondered if the others knew he was here. He was aware that others from the outer planet alliance and Silver Jedi were here but he was pretty sure they weren’t briefed on him being here. He was so deep undercover that they probably didn’t notice him that was probably why but it didn’t make him any less nervous. Not even Veino Garn or Eldin Daine probably knew he was already in the palace

There was always the potential for someone to blow his cover. It came with the territory of the undercover missions, the risk of exposure was a continuous occupational hazard. He learned to manage it with a simple force cloak when the need arises but the more force sensitives there were the harder it was trying to hide their presence in addition to own. He wasn’t accustomed to having hide these many bodies at once it was quite a strain. He furrowed his brow as he tried keeping his concentration. He could only be spread so thin eventually one of them would leak.

Tag:
Acaadi
Kiegan Lysle
Amani Serys
Eldin Daine
Veino Garn
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[Atasihd Zi]

So this is what it's like to be on the other side of a Hutt's dias, and holding a stone expression, his mouth a line, was about all he could do to not make the fact obvious that he was metaphorically kicking himself.

Not for the decision to leave it all behind, and seek the path his mother had walked, being endowed with the same gifts. No, that was opening more options, more possibilities than he'd ever had when armed to the nines with tools that were meant to maim, if not kill. He could see the potential of his future in the Knights and Masters he met, over time; most of the Jedi Masters he encountered in his time amongst them appeared to be competent, appeared to be steeped in experience that touched on much of the galaxy. Thus, he had to believe that a Jedi Master would know what they were doing. Had to, he'd told himself, despite his bones screaming otherwise. And as it turned out, his apprehensions were correct.

And I said nothing.

He wasn't going to make that mistake next time.

Acaadi | Kiegan Lysle | Kyra Perl | Amani Serys | Eldin Daine | Lon Vondon​

 

[Yula Perl]

With: Enlil

OPA dorks: Eldin Daine | Veino Garn

SJO dorks: Kyra Perl | Acaadi | Kiegan Lysle | Amani Serys | Lon Vondon | Atasihd Zi

Just another Taungsday night.

Certainly wasn’t boring, that’s for sure—but this wasn’t the first time they’d weeded out Hutts and their ilk, wouldn’t be the last. Clad head to toe in armor, the Zeltron Judge posed as a bounty hunter as they’d slipped into Bodris’ stronghold. It was easy enough for the OPA folks to blend in, after all.

Things started to heat up when a bunch of people wearing potato sacks showed up, though.

“This could turn out real good or real bad.” She mumbled lowly to Enlil, taking note of Diane’s signal to stand down for the time being. Yula already had one hand on her carbine, ready to jump into action should the situation escalate. Which looked entirely possibly at this point. “Thought we were the ones with a monopoly on dumb confidence.”

The dancing girls and their slave collars irritated her though. Yula’s own family had been touched by slavery at multiple points, and she’d been brought up a staunch abolitionist. Her gaze turned to the Hutt himself, noting that he had a poor soul chained to him, youthful with red hair and—

Thud.

Her heart stopped and her blood ran cold, all of those things that happened when you realized it was your baby sister chained to that disgusting mass of quivering flesh and slobber. Her mind went blank as every cell in her body swelled with rage, a dramatic change from her usual light presence that Enlil, standing next to her, would undoubtedly feel.

Yula’s other hand wrapped around the carbine as she slowly raised her arm…

 

[Enlil]

He had very little time to process the situation from entry to where they stood, but the stench almost floored him immediately. Sweet, sticky, and mind numbing. The room they entered was filled to the brim with people who seemed immune to it- or rather, perhaps who had already succumbed to the effects.

The atmosphere was utterly criminal. Deviancy dressed up like dancing girls and playing disharmonious tunes set the scene as Yula Perl began to verbally assess the situation. For his part, the King looked anything but. In place of more regal vestments, he wore ratty, worn out cloths that felt as though they had gone unwashed for far too long. He stifled his complaints, though.

There were more important things than comfort.

He began to speak, but something felt amiss. The normally cool, calm, collected Perl girl suddenly... wasn't. He'd always thought he had a decent sense about the way people around him felt. For some reason, when they wished harm on him, he could feel that too. But now when the rage snapped up to lift her arm, Enlil reacted.

His arm deftly slid over hers and around her back, a sideways embrace that almost felt seductive. To an onlooker, it appeared the blonde man was about to whisper something provocative in her ear.

"We don't have any idea how many they number, or where they are," he told her. "They don't suspect us, and right now, they're distracted. If you open fire, they will too. And people are going to get caught in the crossfire."

He pulled away with a soft smile, then turned his attention back toward the Hutt and his new Jedi friends. "Come on. Let's think," he told her.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Location: The Svivren Jedi Enclave.

The Outer-Rim Territories were like Caedyn's home away from home, nowadays; Before he had returned to Kashyyyk at the Assembly's behest to meet a certain young and troubled Jedi Padawan, he had been serving in the Outer Rim under the OPA, where he had recommitted the Jedi Enclave of Svivren to their Council of the Living Force, and from there went so far as to establish The Jedi Coalition, a loose affiliation of Jedi facilities in operation and now all united under the Outer Planets Alliance. He had poured his heart and soul into trying to make the Rim a better place, and yet his calling had taken him elsewhere. It had been one of the most difficult decisions he'd been forced to make and as such, with the prospect of returning to the Outer Rim, he had to first make a visit to Svivren and check in upon the Enclave where it all started.

Now, as was the case with all things, with time came about change, and the Outer Planets Alliance had undergone a few since his last visit. Today he wasn't certain what state the Coalition was in, or if it was even under that same old title now that he had left it all to his peers and those of Alliance Command to oversee. Having spent the better part of the day on Svivren however, getting back in touch with the students and mentors that resided there, reminded of just how largely their numbers were dwarfed by that of Kashyyyk's, Caedyn was gladdened to see that all had been taken care of as Oros had assured him the day he had left.

Elsewhere on Altor 14 however, things hadn't gone at all as planned. When Caedyn and Kyra had last parted ways, she had assured him that she would be on her best behavior...-You know, that sense of assuring someone with a wary and suspicious smirk upon a certain girl's face, who's eyes were alight with mischief, yeah that look. Caedyn had relied on the fact that she'd been left under the supervision of other members of the Mentor Body of the Order however. Thank the Force he was not there to witness the Hutt handling his Padawan in such a way, it would've been a short-fire way to see the point of his blade were he not the well tempered Jedi he so tried to be...-All this to say, that as the Repertoire departed from Svivren, it was only a matter of time before he would rendezvous with the rest of their group, and if Kyra was not safely back in silver hands, that slug had another thing coming...

Silver Jedi Order: Acaadi | Kiegan Lysle | Amani Serys | Kyra Perl | Lon Vondon | Atasihd Zi
Outer Planets Alliance: Eldin Daine | Veino Garn | Yula Perl | Enlil

 

[Connor Harrison]

Silver Jedi Order: Acaadi | Kiegan Lysle | Amani Serys | Kyra Perl | Lon Vondon | Atasihd Zi
Outer Planets Alliance: Eldin Daine | Veino Garn | Yula Perl | Enlil

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The Dynasty Class freighter floated in the thick of space, Altor 14 a small dot below in his trajectory. It was peaceful and quiet inside his ship, a few beeps and whistles from the R5 unit tootling in the main deck.

Connor Harrison leant forward on his thighs, his fingers running gently around his beard. His brown eyes were fixed on the holomap read-out of the planet, and the conversations of people he didn't know played out behind him. While he had been away for 14 months, he didn't think it wise to lose his connection to the Silver Jedi Order on Kashyyyk, which allowed him to tune into their frequencies if he found an active one.

Luckily, he had whilst travelling down the North-Eastern arm of the galaxy. These Outer Planet Alliance folks had fingers in many pies, and his whistle was very much whetted.

Slavers were a vile race. Beyond any human, droid or beast. They operated out of profit, out of control and out of systematic abuse and malice. It was a "profession" he had crossed many years in serving the Force, and he never had time for it regardless of where he had found it. Seemed slavery was rife once more.

Lifting his head slightly, he took a deep breath. This could be the call that opened up a can of space-slugs bigger than he could tolerate right now. He had recently become acquainted with NPC Treasury and even then learnt her son was involved with the Silvers. The last thing he wanted was it to look like he was using her for information. He had no need for information of any kind. He had no motive, no goal.

If he made himself known, he knew what - or whom - he may encounter. But, then, after 14 months away, the thirst for getting back into things had never really gone away.

Connor leant over to an open communicator on the holomap projector in the hold and pressed it down, sending out his ship's frequency to the Silver Jedi one.

"Silver Jedi Order. This is Connor Harrison, former Master of the Order and... one time friend of the Heavenshields." He took a gamble if that name even still meant anything. "I hear there is trouble below. May I be of assistance?"

May the Force be with him!

 

[Acaadi]

Connor Harrison's request was a soft buzz at Master Qel'dor's belt that went unanswered, but perhaps Caedyn would respond.

Bodris' voice boomed around the hall.

"Bodris the Hutt would like you to know that he has no interest in entertaining Jedi today," called a protocol droid. "If you would like to dance for his pleasure then trials are next week."

Master Qel'dor was a tall and proud jedi. Too proud. He had never bothered to learn huttese, despite its prevalence as a trade language. "You tell Bodris that we have no quarrel with him. We merely want him to give up the rodian slaver Niseen who we know has been helping take slaves out of silver space."

"Bodris received your request and had no intention of fulfilling it." The chain to Kyra was given a gentle tug.

It didn't matter how much Kyra walled herself off, she would feel the hot wave of anger coming off him through their bond. He tried to catch her eye as his hand brushed past his second lightsaber. There was more going on here that he could see. Acaadi had turned to listening to the Force since his own powers had frightened him. There were connections here. He just couldn't draw them together.

"That is unfortunate," Master Qel'dor declared loudly. "Would he like to reconsider?"

"And why should Bodris do that?" translated the droid.

"To avoid my jedi tearing this place apart."

"Well then, you leave us no choice do you? A thousand credits for this one."

There was a sudden flurry of motion. The bounty hunters in the hall heard it in huttese before Qel'dor.

Seven blaster bolts lashed out towards the Jedi master. He was more skilled than the Hutt could have guessed.

He blocked four of them.

Acaadi didn't feel Qel'dor die. One moment he was there and the next his spirit had departed. Suddenly the group of jedi who had followed the Jedi master into his lion's den were for the slaughter.

 

[Kiegan Lysle]

"MASTER!"

Kiegan barely had enough time to reach towards Master Qul'Dor, let enough to save him.

The Elder Lysle had been flanking the Master, but was saved by the amount of concentration it took from the bounty hunter's to actually put down someone as skilled as he had been.

Emotions began to fill Kiegan as swiftly as holes filled Qul'Dor, the anger at seeing such a virtuous and honourable Jedi as him gunned down like an animal.

A raw seething energy is what finally dominated as Kiegan turned his eyes towards Bodris the Hutt, a sapphire lightsaber igniting as Kiegan held bloody murder in his eyes. The Hapan only managed to take a few steps forward before some of the men that murdered Master Qul'Dor began to turn their attention to the blonde knight. Their fire stopping him in his tracks.

Unfortunately Kiegan was hardly skilled when it came to blaster fire, not to mention he could feel his stitches tugging against his skin with every shot he deflected. It was the pain that brought him to his sense, the wound that once endangered his life helping to save it this time.

"Feth." He whispered under his breath, rage fading away.

When the shooting slowed for a second, Kiegan reached out with the force to pull a nearby table in front of him. Some poor Bith singer on their lunch break having their in house show and meal ruined. That made Kiegan a little happier.

Quickly de-igniting his lightsaber, Kiegan sat behind the table he ripped out in front of him. A hand held onto his injured side, waiting for an opportunity to avenge his master.

"SOMEONE GIVE ME A DISTRACTION!"

Hopefully one of the more force inherent Jedi had something bright or loud to throw out, or all the Jedi here could be in danger.

The Silver Jedi | Acaadi \\ Kyra Perl \\ Amani Serys \\ Lon Vondon \\ Atasihd Zi \\ Connor Harrison \\ Caedyn Arenais
Outer Planets Alliance | Yula Perl \\ Enlil \\ Eldin Daine \\ Veino Garn

 

[Eldin Daine]

Things went to hell in a handbasket in seconds. And the sting was aborted. A one Jedi dead, well vanished? Eldin pushed off the column as shots zinged around the palace room, was there still a way to salvage this and prevent more Jedi and others getting killed in the crossfire? A young man, Jedi most like, calling for a distraction, by the force these Jedi were everywhere, that tingling feeling coming from all directions, mingled with the heightened sense of danger and death made it hard for Eldin to decipher.

He made his move as people started to run for cover including the shooters. Eldin dashed toward the Jedi in the thick of it, pulling out his pistol and pointing it directly at Acaadi’s temple, the cold metal pressed to his skin. “Hold fire!”, he yelled more than once. “Put down your weapon Jedi”, he spat the words, “Or ya head will vanish”.

OPA were still in place and undercover. And they might be able to use that to get the Jedi out and clear.

“Almighty Bodris, these Jedi have insulted ya. But there are credits to be made, there are people in the galaxy very interested in the likes of them and would pay a lot of credits for Jedi. But they are no good dead”.

He signalled to the OPA operatives to move in and surround the Jedi, if they could just get them out of the main room, all of them might be able to escape this situation in one piece. The OPA operation was most likely blown, Bodris alerted to the fact that more than one group is interested in the slavers and their operation. This was gaining Bodris much unwanted attention.

Whether this plan would work however, was yet to be realised. And whether the Jedi would recognise help standing next to them was a long shot too.


The Silver Jedi | Acaadi | Kyra Perl | Amani Serys | Lon Vondon | Atasihd Zi | Connor Harrison | Caedyn Arenais | Kiegan Lysle
Outer Planets Alliance | Yula Perl | Enlil | Veino Garn

 

[Vitha Na'iv]

To say that the Avogwi enjoyed returning home would be an understatement. The hot drafts of air coming up from the planet below allowed such easy gliding she barely had to stir her orange tail or move her wings to adjust where she was going. The twin suns , Roti and Ow were setting setting the sky aflame. The already cloudless orange sky had been turned to a light brown signaling the end of a day for the small population who called this planet on the edge of the galaxy home.

Looking down she watched a small group of Nuiwit making their way home, it'd be so easy to swoop down and have dinner however she resisted the urge. It wasn't out of mercy but urgency that she passed up an easy meal made from the pacifist lizards. Working in the archives for the last few years she'd been in charge of organizing some of the older files. When one of the masters had mentioned in passing that there was a mission going to Altor 14 she'd started making inquires which had led back home. She had no regrets leaving, not when she'd failed to gain territory to call her own and the Trandoshan slavers had offered such a lucrative job. Joining the Jedi sometime after she'd still been highly predatory and aggressive very close to the dark side, she still was in many ways. That's why she'd been assigned to the archives.

Sighing as she came onto the Hutt palace she neatly pulled a wing in, flipped over, and started straight down. The chances of her being spotted against the sky with her natural camouflage was low, the outside guards would have been overheated from the day and the cold night would soon be arriving to make any come on duty even more miserable. Altor 14 was unforgiving to those not prepared to do anything to survive.

Landing neatly just in front of the main entrance she eyed the guards, a Trandoshan and a Twi'lek. "I have business inside." she stated. The guards stared back at her then one gestured with a blaster. Entering behind the Twi'lek she followed him into the palace.

"Whatcha here for, another bird looking to become a guard for Bodris after losing their nest?" The Twi'lek's Huttese was tinged with a light Coruscanti accent which was curious.

"One of his men took a potshot at my mate, I'm here to challenge that man." The reply in Huttese was tinged with just enough anger to make it believable. She'd just felt something, a force disturbance she hadn't felt in years. Conflict, the death of a force user especially, tended to send ripples out through the force and this was a wave. Vitha focused, reaching out to try and sense what exactly was happening. She doubted there'd be anyone hired by the Hutt who'd feel her presence although the Jedi and any other force user would undoubtedly notice the Avogwi's prying.

The Twi'lek glanced back suddenly a tad nervous. "You want to speak to Bodris then."

Eldin Daine Kiegan Lysle Acaadi Connor Harrison Caedyn Arenais Enlil Yula Perl Atasihd Zi Lon Vondon Kyra Perl Amani Serys Kiegan Lysle Veino Garn

 

[Amani Serys]

It all happened so quickly, Amani could only give a startled jump as a barrage of shots rang out. She looked down and back to see nothing more than a pile of robes fluttering to the ground where Master Qel’dor had been, her eyes wide and mouth agape as she realized he had rather unceremoniously become one with the Force.

The whole situation abruptly fell apart, and Amani threw out her hands, Force pushing two of the Hutt’s men to the ground. A reflexive sense of self-preservation led her to immediately leap behind the table Kiegan Lysle had thrown up for cover. She folded her knees up to her chest and ducked her head down, peeking out at him as he called out.

“Y’know, if you yell out loud that it’s a distraction, it’s probably not going to be a very good distraction...” A shot whizzed just overhead, rudely reminding Amani that the middle of a crossfire wasn’t really a time to pointlessly lecture.

She looked up to see Eldin Daine approaching Acaadi . Amani scowled, nearly reaching out to try and fling the stranger hard into a wall, but he was faster on the draw, and by then he’d already poked the barrel of a blaster against her friend’s head. The Padawan withdrew and sat in anxious anticipation as the tension took a new turn, not daring to move a muscle and risk triggering another shootout.

SJO: Kyra Perl | Lon Vondon | Atasihd Zi | Caedyn Arenais | Connor Harrison | Vitha Na'iv
OPA: Veino Garn | Yula Perl | Enlil

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino rubbed his forehead and his temples as the sound of blasterfire filled the room. While he knew the words were spoken before the protocol droid translated, he was too far away to do anything. But as the temperature of the room flared hot with plasmatic energy, he rose to his feet and and slung the scattergun atop his shoulder, while the folds of the great-coat fell to his knees, revealing another heavy blaster pistol sitting at his side.

He strode the room, using body language and very slight Force suggestion on the crowd to get them out of his way, until he leaned on the table with his back, facing the crowd around them.

"Sith Empire's got a very large bounty on Jedi these days, from what I hear," he said, casually, over his shoulder in Huttese. "Maybe they'll owe the mighty Bodris a favor if he delivers them." He took in the crowd around them. "Could be an awful big card for the Sith Empire to be in your debt."

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra cried out as the Master leading the group of padawans-- her savior-- dropped dead. And just like that the bit of hope she had held flickered out with him, the padawan forced to watch helplessly as blaster bolts were shot at her peers. The odds were terrible-- four padawans against a group of bounty hunters? If she couldn't do it against 3, they were no better off against the horde.

She tried to find a vulnerable bit to kick at, but the hutt was all fat and laughter as she wailed pointlessly against him. Kyra was good with a saber, not her fists! Her struggles were subdued by the chain at her neck, a strong tug from the hutt gaining a choking noise that left her falling still. Her eyes watered, holding Acaadi's across the way. With a subtle gesture, he drew her attention to his belt. She straightened, her hope resparking.

The chaos only amplified as a table was flipped. Kyra used the distraction to call the saber off Acaadi's belt, the hilt flying across the dimly lit room and into her awaiting palm. She nearly ignited it in that moment, but a gun was suddenly pointed at her best friends head.

She froze, horror on her lips as they parted with unspoken shock. No. Not Acaadi. Her fingers gripped tight at the saber she had acquired, its length held tucked against her thigh. She had never wished for clothing more than she did in that moment, if not to be able to hide the weapon, then to mask her shame of being brought in as a slave.

She was suppose to be better than this.

She wheezed for breath, desperation burning through her. She peeled her gaze off Acaadi, throwing self preservation to the wind as she ignited the saber. It burned bright and hot, hovering over the hutts 3rd chin roll. A force bubble rippled over her form, glimmering in its tell tale light as it shielded her from incoming shoots. It was about the only damn skill she was good at as of late, but you bet your ass her mother made sure she could do it well.

"Let them go. Or I'll kill you myself."

The hutt laughed.

 

[Atasihd Zi]

When shots had started firing, and he without armour or firepower to return the favour (definitely not again, he thought), Atasihd had strafed left, dove, and rolled amongst the chaos, using the action to fish one of at least a few knives out of his robes, coming to a stop on a low crouch, a feral look on his countenance. Had he known there'd end up being a gunfight, he wouldn't have brought a knife to a gunfight - that was foolish. But when the blaster bolts came squarely for him, he had sprung up and flipped himself backwards, into behind some large barrels, and smacked against the lower rear wall of the room. That was going to be a headache.

And that was where he was now, barrels wobbling slightly. Eleven years away from Shili never ruined his athleticism, but... bruises looked different on red flesh, and so did burn marks, several grazings that could have become extra holes in him, but were instead extra holes in the cloth of his vetements. The impact dazed him for a handful of moments, but when he could, he tried to focus on the words being said as he rearranged himself to be less upside-down, about "bounty", "a lot of credits" and so on. "Sith".

He frowned, and lolled his head sideways, to spot Amani Serys and Kiegan Lysle behind the table, with Veino Garn 's backside parked against what would be the topside of it. And... then with the telltale eruption of a lightsaber, Kyra Perl started making threats. Against the Hutt.

The Hutt laughed. Atasihd groaned and smothered it with one clawed hand splayed over his face, shaking his head to himself.

It can always get worse.