[The Underworld] Party At The White Palace

[Visser Chernykh]

Visser made his way through the crowd towards [member="Samka Derith"]. His route had been indirect though he too had avoided the Duros and his spice. Certain types hooked you the first time you ingested it. A trick that the Hutts had used before among others.

Wouldn't that have been a pretty little trap to be caught in. He smoothed a grimace as he sipped his wine. Beside him just so happened to be the Ren. Or so it would appear to the casual observer.

"Lots of interesting characters," the Commissioner quietly remarked "Very good wine, though. Not that I expected any but the best from Hutts."

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

The Hutts clapped their arm's together bombastically, the 'THUP' 'THUP' of their meaty hands colliding together mixing in with the cheering of the crowd, the screams of the animals force to fight for their amusement. The monkey like creature leapt towards the canine, a rock gripped between its two hand's bring it down and a down with a sickening wet crunching sound. The canine pushed it back snapping at the creature grazing it with bared beak. The two miniature combatants circled each other, waiting for that perfect opportunity.

People were cheering and screaming, waving their hands about 'kill him!' 'from the left!' 'where are my hover car keys!' People in long coats in the midst of the crowd were handing out tickets, shuffling numbers on their hands taking bets who was gonna win, who was gonna die?

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"I'll take five thousand on the dog." crowd opened up in a thin line, his large bulk pushing through the mass to bookmaker. A few things changed hands a few curt words were exchanged, he turned and began to saunter towards [member="Samka Derith"], Mael Ren, the slow deliberate movements pushing him closer, and closer towards the duo like a great train toppling the occasional drunk that fell on his line and were hurled from him by a barge from the shoulder. "Who do you think is gonna win?" his hand twisted and with a bit of flair and pomp he made a cigar appear, if anyone was looking closely he just pulled it from his sleeve and offered it out towards [member="Mael Ren"]. "Poisoning our well representative?" he turned to look [member="Lady Kay"]'s ambassador to look him up and down, it was the kind of look one gives to a potential slave that said 'how much' and how long until he started checking his teeth.

"You see those two over there?" he pointed a sharp digit towards [member="Slevin Thawne"], [member="Natalia Thawne"], his hand hand closing all except for the pointer making a gun like shape with his fist. "Apparently they came from the underworld." he paused, saying this none too seriously. "That makes them demons, and as the spacer poets say 'suffer them not'." cocking back his hand he made a clicking shot as if riddling them with invisible bullets from his 'handgun'. "But what am I prattling on about, how are you two enjoying the party?"

"I hear the First Order, are doing quite well for themselves. The collapse of the Sith empire, must be a real boon to your kith and kin." he adjusted his coat, straightened out the folds on his arm propping up the Hutt Cartel's emblem on his shoulder. "We're hosting a tournament soon, The Battle Of Five Dunes. I'd like to extend out an invitation to you on behalf of the cartel."

'ring' 'ring' "One moment." he slipped out a com link from his belt, held it to the side of his head and in one motion brought it to the mouth piece of his cybernetic hull. "[member="Miss Blonde"], let her through. She may take what she likes, and send someone around to park her bike. She's to be shown the Hutt expirance."

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The palace spread out before [member="HK-36"], and [member="Karen Roberts"], the ground spiralled up towards the large building in the centre, the grounds filled with smaller enclaves. A rudimentary map could be found on the guard, its blue hued surface stretching out a glowing light, casting strange and almost alien shadows in the dark. It spoke of the main entrance, smaller side entrances for 'servants', and the pits below where slave stock was kept before transferring. "Yeah, you know I hear some spicers are shooting the cleaners down at the arena." a voice spoke up on the airway. "They're apparently guests, but keep an eye on them. Oh and watch out for [member="Thraxis"], he looked pissed. Down at the pits with his pigs 'oink'."

"Right this way [member="Miss Blonde"], the door were thrown wide for her, a small escourt appeared at the gate, a man asking for the bike so it may be parked. Slaves gathered at the edge of her presence. "Please follow us, Mcnash is just inside. You can't miss him."

 

[HK-36]

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"], [member="Karen Roberts"],

"Well, alright,"

The droid agreed to Karen's proposition,

"We will probably encounter more of those guards, so try to get them out for few hours at least."

He would glance back to Karen after he put the datapad away, studying the basic map of the compound,

"But just for the record, if I wanted to break all of them- I could."


As they were about to near another corner there came those voices of the guard patrol, probably three of them again,

"Speak of the Sith Lord."

He muttered, motioning for Karen to go ahead and do her thing on them while he hanged back this time and played a look-out for any security cameras or anyone who could come from the opposite end,

"So Thraxis is in the pits by himself with his guards. He is one of the targets, we could always just get him out of the way, but he does not seem particularly challenging, I would rather find out where the Duros or that McNash cyborg is. Can you read the guards' minds at all?"

He whispered to Karen, making sure he wouldn't be overheard either by the patrol that stood in their way next or some random passer-by that could get involved.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Einon just snickered to himself while taking a swig of his ale, as the man eyed him up and down. "I really don't think that you're my type..." Of course he knew that the man wasn't sizing him up for a nightly encounter, but he was told to enjoy himself, so why not poke fun at a few people?

He looked towards some of the slaves and nodded in their direction. "...But they're certainly my type. The Tin Man over there told me to enjoy myself. With a handful of them with me, I think that it could be a very good night." Einon gave a sly grin.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

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Miss Blonde was a businesswoman first and foremost. She dealt in guns, heists, and disposal services. After the loss of Kessel and the Spice mines to the Silver Jedi she decided it was best to get out of the drug game, too many people killing each other over the rock. So to make up for that lost section of profits she needed to start picking up the slack on other parts of her enterprise, which meant dealing guns and vehicles to people with less than pleasant uses for them, which as a hardened crime lord she was more than good with.

With her speeder van pulling up to White Palace where the Hutt Cartel was having their little gathering the woman had a few thugs flanking her armed with assault weapons and other wonderful goodies if anyone tried anything. As for Blonde, she wore her signature gas mask that hid her identity and concealed her mind from the tampering with the force. On her hip she had a wicked looking pistol as she approached the valet at the front of the palace.

"Tell your boss Miss Blonde is here and I'm waiting for him. I'd like to know his policy on weapons and where he'd like to meet. Now run along." Blonde put a few credit chips into the young valets pocket and watched him scurry along.

Hopefully Mcnash would get the message soon enough. So before they picked a location to sit down and meet up and had to get her merchandise ready. Walking over to the back of her van she opened up the back door and stared at cases of various small arms and a speeder bike. She brought an array of weapons and what she couldn't fit into the back she had schematics and demos on a datapad that she held at her side.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Snapping her fingers the men in the van emptied the merchandise out of it and set it on the pavement. About six men with crates with them quickly activated the hover feature to them to move them along more effectively. They had their products, protection, but there was one last thing missing to the equation. What was it exactly? One badass bodyguard who could rip the white palace to the ground with her voodoo mind powers.

"Miss Nothing, let's go sell some guns and tanks." Blonde said as she opened the door up to a fully armed and armored [member="Keira Ticon"] who was ready to throw down at a moment's notice.

With the two of them following the slaves in servitude to the Hutt Cartel, Miss Blonde cringed a little under her mask. The woman despised slavery and wanted to see it abolished completely. It was less about people being property and more geared towards being less paying customers in the Galaxy.

"If they try anything we shoot our way out, mix it up a bit." Blonde chuckled and continued to proceed onward.

"Worse comes to worse we collapse the building with everyone inside it." Blonde spoke in helmet comms so only the two of them could hear each other.

Eventually the two made their way up to Mcnash and Miss Blonde was well aware of who he was and what he does. He used to work for the Ravens back in the day with the Jackals so she made the abundantly clear that the man couldn't be trusted to Keira especially since he was working for that orange snake Chiasa.

"Guy goes back to the Raven days, one of Chiasa's hitters. Looks like he's graduated so keep an eye on him." She said as Mcnash came into view of the two.

Standing back a few meters the two stopped and Blonde spoke with her gas mask distorting her voice.

"Thank you for having us Mister Mcnash, may I sit?" she said with a nod.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Gear in signature.
"So what you're trying to tell me is nothing's changed." That was the only response granted [member="Miss Blonde"] after her explanation, though she had only been half-listening to begin with, more concerned with obtaining a familiarity with their surroundings on the off chance something did go awry. Years of experience in this line of work led to a certain paranoia, and all that had been said by her old friend only heightened that. "If he tries anything I can guarantee you he won't be a problem again afterwards. I'm certain I can handle killing a few criminals." In the grand scheme of things none of this was an overt concern to her, meaning the lives of those involved were fundamentally worthless, in her eyes. Death would come to those she or Blonde perceived as deserving, and it was that easy.

As they walked she trailed just behind the other woman, hands drifting perhaps too close to her weaponry for the comfort of the others. There wasn't much stopping her from ending the lives of those there other than the word of a friend, and even that was subjective. When [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] came into sight her progress slowed considerably as she looked him over, awareness heightening. Here was the real threat, but even still she wasn't concerned for her own safety or that of Blonde. She halted when Blonde did, remaining close behind her and slightly to the side, the only sign of her acknowledging his existence being a slight inclination of her head. This might not have been her playing field, but she had no qualms with tearing it down.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Just a quick reply

"May you sit, come now we're all friends here. My castle your castle." he snapped two long digits together, the dull 'THUD' of metal as they collided together, a small slave appeared almost instantly from out behind the cyborg. "What's your poison? [member="Miss Blonde"]." a tray of cigars, alcohol, and spice was held out before them as an offering to a god, or at least an offering to put off another beating, fat welts bloomed to life on the girls body, red pock marks where a rogue harsh hand had struck, or the chains dug a little too deep. "That includes the girl, nothing is too good for my friend's."

"The sport of the night just started, my credits are on the dog." he took a cigar from the tray, trimmed its head with a 'SNIP' of one of his knife like digits, clipping the head straight from it. "Who's your friend? My it seems you two came prepared for a war equipped like that, I'm sorry to disappoint. Really all I have to offer is a simple night of drinking with friend's." he began to look [member="Keira Ticon"], over the slight incline of his head the luminescent bulbs of his eye's narrowing to slits as they look her up and down, invading all the small cracks and crevices of her form, it was an invasive look one meant to strip the humanity from the marrow and put a price tag to a name.

"Now I wanted to talk about vehicles, you've got quite the selection. I'd have placed an order, but I figure if I want a good number we might as well negotiate a contract in person." he leaned down towards the slave, his cigar out stretched like a knight swearing fealty to a lord to kiss the ring of ownership, she bent down and kissed the cigar with a lighter. "Better prices for us, and more repeat sales for you. Good for everyone all around."

 

[Visser Chernykh]

Visser couldn't help but feel real amusement as the cyborg barreled through the drunks. The absurdity made him smile. He couldn't help but like him, criminal scum or not. The man had a certain style.

"I couldn't say," Chernykh replied about the fight as he took the cigar with a nod. He brought it under his nose and inhaled the rich aroma of a Drohiba . Good cigars were an indulgence of his on occasion and this was especially good. The man gestured for a light and a slave girl quickly moved to comply.

He puffed on it as he considered how to answer the cyborg's next question. Carefully. That was a given.

"The underworld," he said with a theatrically lifted eyebrow "Mysterious. But we in the First Order have done reasonably well."

His tight-lipped smile took in [member="Samka Derith"] beside him. He allowed the obnoxious newcomer to draw the attention away. Let the small time criminals steal the spotlight. It was better to hide in plain sight and observe.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Jsc]

Karen and [member="HK-36"] remained at the edges of the compound. 36 was studying the map and wondering about which target to pursue first. Karen took the time to wave her hand and send the next group of three guards to sleep.

"No. I'm afraid that it would be troublesome to browse a mind while it slept. Mind-reading is no skill of mine, anyway. But... I will take a moment to focus and browse the compound for interesting people. Cyborgs should be easy to notice."

Karen masked her aura with a neutral tint in the Force. Then she stretched out with her feelings in search of McNash. Ah. That was easy.

"Here. I have the location of all of the cyborgs and force users in the palace. Including a very specific cyborg-type who appears to be the center of a great deal of attention. Let me see that map. I'll mark it for you."

...

Karen would mark the location of [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] on HK-36's map. She would also locate [member="Keira Ticon"] , [member="Mael Ren"] , [member="Miss Blonde"] , and any other Force Sensitive being who was not currently using Force Stealth or any of it's many variations or cloaking items. However. Karen had also given away her own present location in doing so. A side effect of her own powerful abilities. Though her own identity, rank, intentions, and alignment would be indiscernible to them. Just another curious Grey Force User somewhere in the palace. Probably looking for the bathroom.

...

"Oh dear. And would you look at that. Tsk tsk. I'm afraid there are a very large number of magi here also HK. Many of which possess the ability to scry my own location or hunt me out show I continue to use my powers so openly. A... side effect of my own searching, I'm afraid. I'll have to mask my presence in the Force from them, from now on. Poo. ...Well. I guess you may continue with your neck breaking. I'll have to be more discrete with my powers from now on. Kriff it all. ...Oh? And do be careful dear. This party appears to be very wealthy with dangerous patrons. Mm."

She shrugged,

"Likewise. If you wish to remain unnoticed yourself HK? We should split up now. I fear my power has become a minor liability at this point. They may begin a search for whatever mind just mapped out their whole palace. ...In kind, I'll do what I can to remain unnoticed and keep the attentions of the Force Users diverted elsewhere. The usual. Child's play and all that. Anyway. Radio if you need me. I'll be here."

Roberts began using Force Stealth to hide her own presence from the Force. Then, she started hiding the bodies of the sleeping guards. Who, yes, would be happily unconscious for many, many hours.

 

[Samka Derith]

She didn't glance up as [member="Lady Kay"]'s representative stood besides her, instead she kept her gaze on the cheering crowd. "I was expecting the music be more upbeat," Sam replied. "Everything else seems to conform with what I've seen and read."

Sam had overheard what transpired earlier with great interest so she spoke to the gentleman out of the corner of her mouth, "I heard you talking to the cyborg. You represent a friend of mine? I hope there will be no unpleasantness between her and the Hutts. Both Kay's Government and the Hutt Cartel have a role to play in the Supreme Leader's vision for this region of space." She gave Einon a significant look. While she hadn't lied, the look was one which signified a personal concern greater than that of one troubled by distant galactic politics.

Before the conversation could continue however, Visser Chernykh [ [member="Mael Ren"] ] had appeared on her other side. "Indeed," Sam immediately took up a more formal stance now there was another from the First Order with her, any personal concerns displayed on her face vanished without a trace.

She braced for more 'diplomacy' as a cyborg approached, she would let the politician handle the talking. She grew weary of speech.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Miss Blonde was a woman who was cautious and prepared for most problems that came her way, and just because Mcnash was offering honey instead of vinegar didn't mean he was the only threat to them. Because by her amount of finely tuned senses there was someone out there who wasn't their friend, she didn't know who it was or what exactly they wanted but it was clear that it wasn't going to be all that pleasant if they were scouting out people. But she'd get to that problem later, for now she had money to make.

"I'll pass on the vices tonight, thank you though." Blonde said as she crossed her arms.

Was this guy a joke? Often times enough meetings were held in clubs to discuss business and get details out of the way. But the people who did that always had one thing in common. They all turned up dead. This was a near cardinal rule of business and it was simple. Business is business and pleasure is pleasure, which meant they were separate entities that weren't meant to be combined, things got sloppy that way.

"It appears you might have snakes in your den, so you'll excuse me if I stand. I apologize for my apprehension but it seems unknown variables are currently present in the situation we find ourselves in." Blonde said as she snapped her fingers.

The men behind her carried the merchandise forward and set them down in front of the cyborg. Afterwards they opened up the cases and crates to show various weapons from the Reclaimer catalog including the phrik line, everything was of course unloaded.

"I know you didn't ask for guns, but I wouldn't be a businesswoman if I didn't try to up sell you. Regardless these are my gift to you, enjoy them. Now let's talk about vehicles." Blonde had her men stand behind Keira and herself.

"We can do custom orders on vehicles so if there's nothing in our line that fits your needs we can make exclusives for you and your organization. So tell me, you've seen our catalog, what exactly catches your fancy?" She asked in a very professional and polite voice.

This of course while she was a bit on edge about the unknown factors. Like this one First Order dude and everything else going on. Not to mention the presence in the force that popped up, did a scouting run, then bonked out by masking itself.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Mael Ren"] [member="Karen Roberts"]

 

[Michael Shado]

[member="Cerasi Kent"] [member="Causstik Rahn"]

As the fires continued, and his vod'ika spoke, he knew it was time for action. Michael stood up, and darted towards the Trando in full sprint.

"Vod, you sure this is an okay idea? Last we need to do is burn it all down."

His weapon was shouldered in a relaxed manner, he didn't want to give the idea of hostility to a fellow Mando'ade.

"I like burning things down just as much as the next guy, but...this maybe too much...or...maybe not enough...damn...now I am wondering do the Hutt's really care?"

 

[Xalus]

Finally.

That server droid had taken far too long with concocting his drink. Xalus had requested something fruity-tasting over seven standard minutes prior and he was sure that mixing liquids in a glass didn't take that long. However, when the automaton returned, Xalus proceeded to accept the drink magnanimously before sipping at it through his hydration valve. There was a strong twang of Gor apple, but the thing was nice and dry like he'd wanted it to be. Acceptable. But he did find the lack of mini-umbrellas to be quite disturbing.

The armored figure finished his drink quickly, ensuring that the great Hutt was within the care of his men before relocating to [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]'s position. And there he was, offering a variety of sinful vices to seemingly important people of the underworld as he started to get into his businessman groove. The Gen'dai sent an appraising glance over the guests of the Hutt Cartel with nothing more than a yellow-eyed glare through a visor.

So there he remained, arms folded across his chest as he took a statue-like position behind the Major Domo.

[member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Mael Ren"], [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Slevin Thawne"], [member="Natalia Thawne"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Einon smirked [member="Samka Derith"] as she spoke of hoping that there was no trouble between Kay and the Hutt Cartel. There was always trouble between them. She was their top rival, afterall. Her slave rescue missions were well known in this sector of space. And just recently, [member="Cadan Tazi"] was caught trying to smuggle newly caught slaves through Commenor. He was arrested, but somehow [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] found out about it and attacked Chasin City in order to get him back. Though there was some damage and some innocent people were killed, it could have been worse.

"What goes on between them, will be the same as always, I imagine. Some habits are hard to break." Einon just left that up in the air. Truth be told, he didn't know what any of her plans were. It wasn't as though he was one of those Force Users. He couldn't see into the future. He just went by what had happened in the past. "Speaking of which, it's about time that I get back to work. Take care of yourself, now." . He looked to [member="Mael Ren"] for just a moment, not really giving anything in the way of what he was thinking, before he approached a few of the slaves. Einon whispered in their ears and before he knew it, the girls had their arms wrapped around him with glee. The trio would suffice.

He led them out of the White Palace towards his ship, informing the guards that he was told to enjoy himself, so he was going to do just that in his ship. They'd be back by morning. Once they were in his ship, however, any sign of his personality changed. He ignored the slaves for a moment, heading right up to the cockpit. He then recorded an encoded message.

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~President Kay, Times haven't changed. On my way back with a few fans of your work. Einon out.~​

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The message was sent. Any number of things could happen now. Regardless, he had a job to finish. "Buckle up. This could be a bumpy ride." He had the pilot start up the engines and then lifted the ship off the ground, taking his own advice and buckling himself into his seat. Whether or not they'd be shot out of the sky, it didn't matter to him. Part of his mission was already complete. Moments later, Einon's ship was high in the sky.

 

[Keira Priest]

Her helmeted gaze remained steadily on [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] as he looked over her form, subsiding only when he turned his attention to the matter at hand. His inquiry after just who she happened to be would go unanswered, more for the sake of keeping up anonymity than anything. By order of the Mand'alor she wasn't supposed to partake in the dealings of criminals any longer, but someone like her had never been the greatest at following up with what they were advised to do. Her being here was just a bit of added insurance, nothing more and nothing less. So long as things progressed smoothly and as they were intended, he wouldn't have to worry about her coming dressed for a warzone.

The plate of vices was summarily declined by both parties, and with a handful of microexpressions Keira silenced the annunciator of her helmet so as to not be heard by the outside world. "Thalia, scan the area and let me know what you come back with. Make it thorough. We have no reason to trust any of them." While the AI picked over their surroundings with technology she would do the same with the ethereal, in the next second sensing someone who quickly became a bit too curious for their own good. There was no time to pinpoint the presence before it became decidedly masked, but she knew that whomever it was held enough strength to rival her own. Friend or foe she wasn't certain, but given present company was inclined to assume the latter.

It was then [member="Xalus"] stepped up behind Flannigan, and there was a familiarity about him she couldn't deny. He was a fellow warrior, that she knew, but not much else. "There's nothing of immediate danger to be concerned with. I've updated your map and provided you with the locations of those that may prove a threat. Everything seems to be in order." She sighed quietly, looked to the hologram of the AI in the upper corner of her HUD. "Keep an eye out." She still didn't trust them.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

"Every day is a mystery with the cartel." he turned to say towards [member="Mael Ren"], his tones all humour as he lifted the chalice from the slave's tray. "Just yesterday we had the slaves painting the gallery, we told them surprise us. You should've seen it they had the entire room in pink." he leaned the cup to one side, back and forth he swirled the violet liquid, making a storm in a cup before up ending it over the floor with a 'SPLASH'. "The taste didn't agree with me."

"[member="Miss Blonde"]." he turned to regard [member="Xalus"], his hand going to his side producing a small Hutt like figurine on a tooth pick with a wave of his hand, his finger's pressed together and he slipped into the Gen'dai's drink as if correcting something that wasn't quite right, like a painting slightly off centre, it bobbed there a moment before settling on the side. "I'd be very surprised if there weren't snakes in the snake house." And he brought up the chalice and brought it back down again, getting the cup in a swinging motion as if lining up a shot, and turning on pronged feet he let go of it spiralling out of his hand and towards the back of the slave girls legs with a 'CRASH' and a light whimper she toppled down hitting the ground with the light applause of chuckles, and the low hum of the cyborg. "Ha, first go too. You wouldn't believe how long that took me to practice."

"What do I fancy, can't I have it all?" he let out a low rumbling chuckle, the type that set loose rocks vibrating, the kind that makes drinks ripple. "No, I don't suppose that would do as an answer." he scratched at the base of his chin with a dull metalic tapping sound. "For starters, the stingers. I want a large order of them, as well as the AT-ST. Oh and those nifty looking APs. Exclusives, hm. I'm not sure, what do you think we're missing here at the Cartel?" He nodded along "You have a deal on the skiff [member="Miss Blonde"], and say no more about the slaves. I forget not everyone has my acquired taste."

 

[Miss Blonde]

First thing was first and it was of course behavioral correction on Flannigan and the way he treated his slave. While she didn't care about the woman and her bondage, she did care that Keira would more than likely not appreciate the sight. Was it bad that she had a bodyguard that was at times a bit too volatile? Yes, but dammit if she didn't get results.

"If I may, your slave. If you could please try to show a little bit of restraint in our presence it would mean the world to us. While I view slavery as a lack of paying customers to give us more monetary gain, I don't believe she shares my more relaxed opinion along with my temperament. Again not an order, simply a friendly request." Blonde said as she gave him a friendly nod.

Her eyes then tracked over to [member="Xalus"] the armored monster who wore the signature Beskar helmet that protected his brains. He would certainly be an issue. While her pistol was loaded with fifty caliber explosive rounds capable of gravely wounding or killing a cyborg like Mcnash they'd only slow down a Gen'dai who could recover from them.

"Xalus, nice to see you." She said as her eyes traced back over to Flannigan.

"This can all be arranged. The AT-ST Mark Two's, the Stingers, Artillery, Walkers, all of it. However as for exclusives I'd recommend a war skiff. If there's any mistake the infamous Jabba the Hutt made its not having a more heavily armed Skiff. A few thugs and a turret here or there makes for a dead crime lord. If you'd allow me I'd personally design a skiff big enough to hold your meetings, parties, and launch an assault from all in one." Blonde said as she uncrossed her arms and pulled out her datapad.

"Of course costs for such an item would more than likely come out to near a million credits per unit, but something tells me someone living as lavishly as you can afford it." Blonde hopefully could make the up sell, with the drug game starting to dry up they needed to diversify and flush their cash stocks relatively soon to enhance operational costs.

[member="Karen Roberts"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Mael Ren"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik walked out of the flaming tundra and just as inferno reached its crescendo the stage of the arena opened. The fire sank downwards only to be replaced what now was a few huts. The Hutts sure did love there theatrics and they made a beautiful play of blood. Causstik unhooked the chain from his bandoleer and the Bothan's mangled corpse was aloud at last to rest. Coming out of his pyro-mania induced hypnosis the voices began creeping there way in. I feel another presence, one with questionable intents. Someone is trying to hide themselves. An interloper.

Causstik looked to the Mandalorian with some surprise and shook his head. "Ah, vod.. The Scorekeeper watches us. She would not jeopardize us. We have brought her many Jagganath points," Causstik gave the man a smile revealing two large rows of incisors. "She even changes the land for us," Then he made a dramatic gesture of sweeping his arm over where the flames used to be. In reality though it was merely a trick of the Hutts to awe and inspire spectators and gladiators alike.

"I grow tired of this hunt, and I have a bad feeling about the party. Care to walk with me?" [member="Michael Shado"], [member="Karen Roberts"], @HK-36 and others

 

[HK-36]

[member="Karen Roberts"], [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

The droid nodded to his accomplice, looking at the marked locations of the cyborg and Force-users, a lot of them on his location apparently, that would make things far more difficult,

"Alright, I will go neutralize that Thraxis fellow while he is alone and try to stir up some chaos to get our cyborg friend alone, be careful out there Karen, if things get too hot just get out, I can always clock or disguise myself."

The machine picked up the couple new datapads from the knocked out guards as he nodded to Karen,

"May the Force be with you."

And sneaked off in the opposite direction.


Glancing around he was able to identify a vent connecting into a ventilation duct, reaching out to it he used his fingers to carefully remove the cover and hoist himself up, using his sound dampening systems to stealth into it as he replaced the cover, careful in distribution of his weight to not cause much noise. With himself hidden in the ducts he pulled out one of the datapads, pulling out the datajack cable hidden somewhere within his abdomen to plug into it, and start slicing as he crawled through the ventilation towards the Pits.

It wouldn't take too long for the droid to slice into the systems, to him it came as naturally as connecting to the Force for a Jedi, just navigating through the connections of the network with his mind, accessing the list of guests to learn some names front-door guards would allow inside, and connecting himself to the comm systems of the palace.


[member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Xalus"], [member="Mael Ren"], [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Michael Shado"], [member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Slevin Thawne"], [member="Cadan Tazi"], anybody else who's still at the party,

Finally stopping he would change his voice once more before broadcasting a message through comm devices of the Palace guards and speakers the building would have,

"Howdy, ladies and gents, I'll be your entertainment for the evening."

Those who would know the voice, like [member="Natalia Thawne"] or [member="Xalus"] if they were involved with Omega Protectorate in the past, would recognize it as the voice of [member="Sarge Potteiger"], although his manner of speaking would be a bit off, it was in the end just the droid doing an impression of him, but in HK's mind Sarge was the essence of a gruff hunter and intimidation.

"My name isn't important, but what would interest you is that I was hired to kill very special few of you. What may interest you even more, I was hired by someone still among you."

He added,

"Now, while I gots to make a livin', I also hate their guts, and I greatly enjoy making my job into a bit of a sport. So, I'll give you a bit of a heads, because I believe when you'll see me or those who work for me it will be too late anyway, my targets are the head of Reclaimer, Clan Shado, our First Order friends, and one very special Politician."

This was when the slicing into guest list came useful, and perhaps the party-goers would remember the corpse of a Senator or Ambassador within the main hall who had his neck snapped by the Trandoshan,

"As to who hired me, here's a clue, and I do hope this will make their life a livin' hell, none of my targets are Hutts."

He paused then, calculating a good way to sign off,

"See you around, sweet bitches, hope you enjoyed those drinks, made them myself."
That was something Sarge would say, right? Right?


Either way, the droid cut his connection, disconnecting from the network and making sure his electronic traces were covered before he unplugged himself from the datapad and hid his little connection jack. Coming up near the vent on the other side of the shaft he scanned for any life signatures, a guard was about to pass by, his two other friends were not far behind but the machine calculated he had enough time.

As the guard passed by the vent, a metal hand extended out from it and grabbed him by the head, he gave out a short yelp, quickly muffled by the droid as his body was brutally forced into the opening. Somehow the machine managed to slip around the being within the shaft, put on his armor and then slip out, using the Enforcer armor to stroll up to the two guards remaining in the patrol,

"Oy, boys, I gots a question for ya."

He said, practicing his previously assimilated voice,

Before they got a chance to ask what it was, the droid quickly reached out and grabbed the guards by their throats, dragging the two large beings into a nearby bathroom, pulling them into the same stall, with one of them on the toilet, and the other kneeling in front of him, oh my.

Exiting the restroom, the droid adjusted his armored plates before he determined which way was leading towards the Pits where [member="Thraxis"] was and started to make his way there, still in disguise.