The Ryloth connection...

[RC 212]

[member="Oka Osaa"][member="Cross Ikon"][member="Sigourney Xanthius"][member="Lily Rose"]

Colap found himself in the hangar bay surveying the damage done to his crates from the jedi moving them all around with the force. Normally he would say something but he was too drunk to care at this point. Colap was half in the bag as he stumbled foolishly over to the trap doors in the deck and pried them open.

"Aha, there's our paycheck gents. Eh."

Colap grabbed the controls for the cargo arm and manuevered them deftly despite being totally drunk. Another cigar had magically lit itself in the corner of his mouth and spewed forth the sweet aroma of Endor's finest.

As the claw reached donw his Wolfhound Soalr plodded out behind him sitting at his feet, drool everywhere.

"Quit drooling all over the place Solar."

Colap knew it was no use so opted to just pat the fearsome beast head. When the arm dropped the two kilotons spice crates on a droid dolly, Colap moved to the armor rack near the door and slipped into his gray plated armor. With a deft movement he closed the faceplate and the eyes glowed. He loosened the Westar-35 blaster in his belt, readying it for quick-draw.

"These guys are kinda skethcy so watch your back gentlemen. I myself hate Trandoshans and Twi'leks. Greedy bunch those guys."

Colap hit the release on the door and pusehd the dolly down the ramp with a drunken kick, coming down slowly and deliberately with it searching the landing pad with his eyes for the contact.

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

There was nothing out of place for such an exchange. Slavers weren't idiots, they didn't readily exchange tens of thousands of credits for kilos of spice without a large gathering. Though they were armed, they were relaxed, and so was Lysle. It was impossible for anyone to know anything bad was to go down, for those inside the ship. Only the force-sensitive would know Lysle and Sigourney's posse were here, but even then, the nearby Ysalamir and the nutrient frames prevented the sensitive to detect them. Lysle stood by the gathering of odd species, the four-armed Codru-Ji to the three-eyed Gan. It was obvious their addiction to spices was intense by the jittering of their eyes as they moved with rampancy in eager search of their cargo. Their hands trembled, but the much heavier species such as the Trandoshan appeared more relaxed to such permanent side effects. Roi didn't want to wait any longer, shouting out to those inside, "Where's my glitterstim, eh. I'm paying eighty-five-thousand for it. I'm not paying for you to be slow, or you won't be paid at all." It drew the glare of Lysle who didn't approve of his attitude to the situation. Silent, he turned back to watch the freighter.

[member="Cross Ikon"]
[member="Sigourney Xanthius"]
[member="Lily Rose"]
[member="Oka Osaa"]
[member="Colap Ticon"]

 

[Hytiix]

Hytiix sat with his legs crossed in an unused cargo room within the ship. Dressed in his usual aged tan trench coat, the Gand Findsman prepared himself in mediation. He had recently been contacted by Mr. Lysle to accompany him on the mission. He could feel a few of the other crew mates move about in corridors nearby.

"Well..Hytiix is ready, yes." he told himself in third person then stood slowly. The Findsman headed out and into the adjacent corridor as he decided to make his way to the cockpit to check on the progress. While doing so, Mizgar reaches under his trench coat and makes sure his DL-44 and modified EE-3 Carbine which held a red dot sight on the top and the barrel had been cut down even shorter by several inches.

 

[Oka Osaa]

"I know Cross. I sense a lot of things, even without the force but the force is more reliable. Would you happen to have and extra tacticals? I only have a pistol, and two sabers. Forgot about what weights these missions carry." Oka replied. He then noticed his eyes were glowing. "See, this means something bad is going to happen. That's when I hate these odd jobs."

[member="Colap Ticon"]
[member="Cross Ikon"]
[member="Lily Rose"]
[member="Sigourney Xanthius"]
[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]
[member="Hytiix Mizgar"]

 

[Isaac Ideus]

Isaac leaned back against the wall as he lit a cigarette in his mouth. He stood idly as the group of smugglers and slavers unloaded and organized the cargo of spices. I guess this well and truly makes me a kind of criminal, he thought to himself. As long as the pay was good, he could make it work out ethically and morally in his own mind.

He had on a new sport jacket he bought with a small cash advance from Lysle, as per his orders. Isaac didn't have a desire to look as dapper as him, but he already owed a lot to Lysle and wanted to impress his new boss a little bit. Isaac still wasn't exactly sure why he was on this god-forsaken planet in the first place, other than that Lysle needed a little extra "muscle". Isaac had been given a small used blaster by Lysle for the job, and it was tucked into the back of his pant waist, concealed by his jacket. Perhaps a shoulder holster would be appropriate if he found himself in this line of work more often.

He looked up and down the corridor of the ship to see Lysle standing there with that big ugly Trandoshan. He decided to sit back out of view in case he was really needed.

 

[RC 212]

Cross Ikon
Lily Rose
Sigourney Xanthius
Lysle of the Hydian Way
Hytiix Mizgar

While Everyone dilly dallied around Colap stood fast in the Hangar bay. His gray armor reflected the dull sheen of the lights. the space was wide open, with a few crates and barrels scattered about the edges. Those were things Colap liked to notice, every good smuggler had an escape plan and a plan for cover if things went wrong.

Still keeping a cautious hand on the butt of his Westar, Colap looked the Trandoshan and the others Slavers in the eye.

"Well what’s the hold up? Let me get my credits gentlemen so I can be out of here."

His voice came out metallic and echoed through the almost empty dome.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Oka Osaa"] | [member="Colap Ticon"] | [member="Cross Ikon"] | [member="Lily Rose"] | [member="Sigourney Xanthius"] | [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] | [member="Hytiix Mizgar"] | [member="Isaac Ideus"] |

The spice den was large in comparison to some found on city worlds, such as Coruscant. "Probably due to the natural rock formations," she thought. Vhette put out the cigarette she had smoked. It was the third since her arrival. Lysle of the Hydian Way was a new face, and if all went well on this particular job, a new contractor as well. She had kept eyes on the criminal syndicates across the galaxy, with the most predominant being the Black Sun Syndicate. But she had never heard of this particular crime lord. It wasn't difficult for the both of them to come into contact either. He was looking for mercs and bounty hunters to support his plans and she had made herself available through the proper channels. Easy.

She rose, took a moment to stretch her arms and legs, before smoothing out her midnight black trench coat and slip her hands into it's pockets. She left the various Twi'leks and assortment of criminals that had decided to join in the festivities before returning back to their various points of employment. The lift of a criminal didn't just have one particular job to do, you see. Vhette had selected the spice den because it was close to the landing bay that Colap Tion had landed his interceptor. Her senses to the Force were taken away by something. It was concerning, but not of any consequence. She didn't plan to reveal her Force-sensitivity to these men or women anyway.

She passed the hidden Lily Rose without seeing her. Her hazel, brown eyes lifted to the cockpit of Colap's ship to see Hytiix Mizgar stood there, seen through it's transparisteel view port. They averted and looked out for each face. She recognized none of them or the aforementioned, other than Lysle who was the reason why she was here. Fingers gripped around a disruptor pistol in the pocket, with her Lightsaber, Saberstaff, spare disruptor pistol and two combat knives hanging off a utility belt placed around her waist and concealed by her trench coat, Vhette was relatively underhanded in terms of arsenal compared to the others. But a lot of damage could be done with a Lightsaber. She could do a lot of damage.

"Hello Lysle," Vhette said when she emerged on the landing pad. "I'm Vhette. Looks like we get to meet face to face." She turned to look at the others in a gesture before looking back to him. "A lot of faces for a simple smuggling run and protection. Overkill don't you think?" She grinned.

 

[Cambry Owens]

For his part, Cambry was keeping the Lassie out of sight and in a discrete location. There was no reason for him to act as even more visual muscle, but if anything went wrong, he'd be there. That, and the business on Tatooine had him running a bit late to the show.​

To that whole support-role purpose, he'd prepared all of his gear and was suited up in his full Mando garb; sidearms holstered, rifle ready and sitting in the chair beside him, cloak hanging over his front. His knife sat in his sheath by his belt, and though he didn't plan to use it, his lightsaber was clasped at his back. Various other helpful devices adorned his gauntlets and his belt, to the point that one would be surprised by the idea that someone would need all of it. He just liked to be prepared, really.​

He had just been listening into the Raven comms for the most part. He'd know when he was needed.​

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[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]​

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

"Overkill?" Lysle raised a brow to Vhette, "I just hope we don't kill him. I want him alive, and preferably unharmed. Though if he resist, it will be his own fault if he gets injured." This wasn't mean't to be a slaughter, but an ambush. Lysle looked around to the immense gathering of bounty hunters and smugglers, with a majority of them under his lead, and the lead of Sigourney. Sigourney was the President of the Red Ravens with Lysle as the Vice, but he was the voice of the Ravens. He acted on behalf of Sigourney in matters of politics and smuggling, where-as she dealt with the bounty hunting side of things.

"There's no hold up," Lysle said, introducing himself to Colap as he stepped out of the shadowed dome. He withdrew his hand into his jacket and retrieved a single credit. It held the amount of 85,000. "Don't go spending it in one place champ," Lysle said, winking at the smuggler with a sly grin. "Though there is business we must attend too, before you depart." He retracted the credit, keeping it in a clenched fist. "I organised this shipment, and I heard from a little bird you have someone on board your ship. Someone I would very like to meet. I want him. You get double, if I get Ikon." Lysle held out his free hand to shake Colaps. His head twisted around, nodding to is group to advance and take what they came for; Cross Ikon. Alive.

[member="Cambry Owens"] @[member="Vhette"] @[member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Oka Osaa"] [member="Hytiix Mizgar"] [member="Cross Ikon"] [member="Sigourney Xanthius"] [member="Lily Rose"]

 

[Oka Osaa]

Taking a peek without anyone seeing, Oka saw a huddle of bounty hunters and the person they delivered the crates to talking about Cross. Specifically catching him, and all them bounty hunters weren't here for just Cross, they were here for him. He ran with stealth over to Cross. He whispered, "Cross, there's a group out there very well armed for us. We can't fight them all alone. Just by looking at the weapons on the hunters, I'm dead to them." He looked for a place to evade just in case.

[member="Cambry Owens"] [member="Vhette"] [member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Hytiix Mizgar"] [member="Cross Ikon"] [member="Sigourney Xanthius"] [member="Lily Rose"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

Colap cocked his head to the side making a quick calculation. His helmet said the other two were a fair distance away but he did not want to blow his chance. There normally was no honour among Merc's and a job was a job.

Colap did nothing out of the ordinary. He shook the mans hand and pretended to put a credit chip in his pocket, so as to appear innocent of it all.

When it was done he pressed a small button on the inside of his belt, powering down the Interceptor for good.

"I gotta keep my cover man, Ships powered down and such gimme a minute."

Colap returned across the hangar with clipped steps and made for the engine room. Without a word he ripped the cables out of the power reactor and opened the coolant valves, letting it spill across the deck. With a smug grin under the helmet he came back out onto the pad.

"Damn reactors broke, afraid she ain't going nowhere, you guys got a parts depot 'round here?"

Hopefully they would take the hint and move in, so Colap didn't have to go savage...

 

[Oka Osaa]

Oka had to move quick. He didn't trust this guy anyways. "Cross, call our fleet." he whispered as he moved to the cockpit.

[member="Cross Ikon"]

 

[Sigourney Xanthius]

Sigourney watched as Lysle quietly conversed with their pilot, barely audible to even her and she was a meter away by his side. There was no way anyone else would have eavesdropped. Her eyes strafed across the vessel, spotting the hidden Oka as he peered towards the two. Then Lysle turned back, motioning for them to go in. She bent her arm up and reached for a shoulder-holster, taking out the death hammer heavy blaster pistol. Oka vanished within the ship. She didn't waste a second, she broke into a break-neck sprint towards the loading ramp, hoping to catch them by surprise. Her feet thundered up the ramp and she found herself in the cargo hold. Her gun rose to point at Oka and Ikon, preemptively set to stun, she slapped the trigger. She fired off a burst of stun rounds towards them, hoping to not only keep them alive and unharmed, but to prevent a full-fledged firefight from exploding. She reached to her gun belt, taking out the EMP grenades and tossing them across the floor. They exploded, taking out the electronics in not only the ship, but the local vicinity.

[member="Oka Osaa"] [member="Cross Ikon"]

 

[Oka Osaa]

Oka came to a stop after hearing a gun come out of a holster. He quickly drew a saber and deflected the stun bolt but his saber shut off after a EMP was thrown. He attached his saber to his belt. He grabbed a grenade and held the button as he watched the woman with the gun. "You wanna die today? I know I don't but I'll let go of the button if you shoot." he said after holding the switch with the force and levitating the grenade. "So what is it? Die or drop your weapon. Better yet, why do you want me, what do you want." he asked bring the grenade closer to the woman holding the switch tightly with the force.

[member="Sigourney Xanthius"]

 

[Cross Ikon]

"Novas, move in... Now!"

Ogen's voice came over the comm.

"All you had to do was ask, Cross."

"Good."

I drew the Vorpal, and stepped off the Interceptor. Oka was there, facing a Zeltron I recognized. [member="Sigourney Xanthius"]. That meant the Ravens were here. Kark.

"Nice to see y'all."

I pointed to Lysle's badly chosen hiding place.

"Lysle, Siggy, [member="Isaac Ideus"], and, I believe, Miss Alicia Drey. You four have made a bad, bad mistake coming for me. And you need to work on your ambushes."

I twisted my face into an expression of mock concern.

"I'm afraid my fleet is very operational in this sector. Oka is not the only Nova here."

And the team of six that Ogen had dropped to the surface emerged, fully armed. I grinned widely, and cocked the Vorpal.

"You've been outplayed, Captains. Run along now. Before I get angry."

[member="Oka Osaa"]
[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]
[member="Colap Ticon"]
[member="Vhette"]

 

[RC 212]

"Kark!" Colap shouted as the mayhem began.

They were tearing apart his ship! With a little sigh he watched the emps take out his electronics and then caught a gut feeling when he saw the thermal detonator. If this was the cost of their capture, the destruction of his ship; he'd need a new one or more credits.

Without thinking anymore Colap crouched and rolled sideways behind a stack of barrels that he'd been eyeing. Coming up off his shoulder he drew his Silver Westar-35 pistol and remained there. This wasn't his fight, but it couldn't hurt to be prepared...

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

With an EMP blast, and electronics disabled on the ship. Any communicators and electrical appliances were now mute. There was no backup, and the Nova's were unable to magically appear in the sector with backup as a means to turn events in their favour on a whim. Lysle kept his hands at his sides, relaxed and calm. When Ikon appeared from the ship, Lysle was more than surprised that Ikon knew not only his name, but Sigourney's, Isaac and apparently a woman known as Alicia, but Lysle couldn't confirm who that was. The Red Ravens were operational on Nar Shaddaa, and with a population of eighty-five billion, the Red Ravens were but a grain of sand on a vast beach. It seemed either Ikon was force-sensitive, or he knew more than he should. And Lysle didn't like that.

Lysle watched him as he spoke, and suggested the crime lord was outplayed. When no one came to their help, he opened his arms and said, "I don't know what you're talking about. Your communications are out. The ships not going anywhere. And these slavers want their cargo. I suggest you lay down your guns and surrender. We don't want bloodshed here. We want only to talk." When Ikon cocked his weapon, Lysle took a step back and the Trandoshans stepped forward, growling and snapping their reptilian jaws. Lysle quickly drew the razor net gun, and fired the wide-spraying weapon. A net exploded forth, and at such speed as a bullet. At 2,957 kilometres per hour, and as wide as four meters, it would be hard to dodge the net-styled stun round. He slapped the trigger again, the casing expelled from the roof of the handgun. The razor net shot forth, this time a more physical net. Made from strong cord embedded with razor-sharp barbs, the net inflicted wounds whenever the target moved against the barbs. This painful cutting also served as a deterrent to escape attempts.

Lysle snapped his knees, bending down low to take cover behind the group of slavers. He knew everything was about to explode into chaos, and if they didn't surrender, outgunned, outnumbered and out of luck, they would be dead. And that was something Lysle didn't want. He moved quickly towards cover, finding himself beside Copal. "I'll repair the damage, I didn't anticipate them to be so.. audacious." With his clenched fist, he slapped the credit chip into Colap's lap, to know he mean't every word he said.


[member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Cross Ikon"] [member="Oka Osaa"] [member="Sigourney Xanthius"] [member="Cambry Owens"] @[member="Vhette"] @[member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Hytiix Mizgar"] [member="Lily Rose"]

 

[The Upright Man]

Lily sat in the window overlooking the domed spaceport, bored and waiting for this to get over and done with. It was a small payout, but at the least it was a payout. When the EMP blast went off, she flinched, then her comms went out. Nothing was working on her ALS-X1. She cursed aloud under her breath, furious. Her ALS-X1 mean't everything to her, and half the gadgets were controlled electronically and with them out, she was more than a little bit furious at the Zeltron. Not that she would do anything about it, buying a bounty hunter also mean't buying their loyalty - for a time. She moved to use her whipcord launcher but realised it would do nothing - it was likewise out. She settled with her CZ-838, she rested the rifle on the window sill. Everything turned to chaos, and a smirk played across her purple lips. She peered down the scope at Ikon, placing the crosshairs on his left thigh. She pulled the trigger.

[member="Cross Ikon"] [member="Oka Osaa"]

 

[Cambry Owens]

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Cambry was hearing most of what was going on; one of the slavers hadn't cut his comms, and it was all being relayed with more or less clarity. ​

Thus, he decided to do what he could, and began scanning the systems nearby for incoming spacecraft. What Lysle said was correct, according to his own communication interceptor in the cockpit; the EMP had rendered Ikon's message inert and non-existing.​

Deciding it was time he made his interest either way, he reached forward and took hold of his control sticks, manipulating them to guide the Lassie up from it's hiding space. Slowly, menacingly, the freighter came floating into view of the hanger bay, it's shields at full and it's weapons primed.​

"Verne, identify weapons pointed at us, and mark them. Just to be safe. Keep the shields doing their thing."​

"Of course. The Majority, you mean, considering your oh-so-grand entrance just now."​

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The Pseudo-Mandalorian grit his teeth slightly at the truth in his droid's sarcastic, clipped response, and reached over to tug on his helmet, thus hiding his irritation. He knew it would only grant the droid satisfaction. He had been rethinking installing the voice module at all, really.​

Moments later, the viewscreen marked various individuals with red squares. It was inconsistent at best, and sporadically blinking at worst. While he was on the side of the strong in this scenario, some of the slavers seemed a little confused. The ones involved with the ship and Ikon were undeterred though. They smelled profit, and Cambry knew well enough that one shouldn't cross a Trandoshian questing for profit.​

No ships were showing up, his scanners were saying. He felt a bit relieved, as he took manual control of the ships blaster cannons, and readied to assist should need be.​

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[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] // [member="Colap Ticon"] // [member="Cross Ikon"] // [member="Oka Osaa"]
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[Isaac Ideus]

Isaac continued to idly work on his cigarette while the business was taking place. Best not to get in the way with any of that, he thought. He checked the time... it had been a fairly quick operation thus far, but he knew he would soon be on the clock and working for a paycheck. He just hoped things would go nice a smoothly. He trusted that Lysle had set them up for success. He leaned his head back, nervous yet bored, and his thoughts drifted to home.

They were interrupted suddenly by a loud commotion and a couple small explosions. Isaac jumped to attention and grabbed his sidearm. I guess that's my signal, he said to himself as he ran down the ramp. He jumped off it and took cover behind it, his body only partially exposed. Soon the whole hangar was abuzz with motion, and Isaac saw both Lysle and Colap, their confederate, scramble for cover. A spice junkie that had been helping unload the smuggling ship pulled out a small bladed weapon and had the foolish sense to run like a madman at the two Ravens who were preoccupied arguing over payment and Colap's ship's safety. Isaac looked down the sights of his pistol and squeezed off a round. It hit the blubbering spice-head in center mass and he dropped to the ground like a sack of onions. The adrenaline rush of his first kill sent a unique sensation down his spine. Damn, he realized-- this is a stun-only operation. He had a basic blaster pistol that Lysle had given him, but these types of weapons were notorious for their "less-than-lethal" settings being so unreliable that they had been abandoned by police units and the like long ago. He switched the toggle over, but knew to be careful when going after the target.

[member="Cambry Owens"] [member="Lily Rose"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Cross Ikon"] [member="Oka Osaa"] [member="Vhette"]