The whip - [hutt cartel dominion over Sleheryon]

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sleheryon​

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My loyal subjects! For long you have waited the spoils and rewards that lies in serving the Cartel. There is a missconception in the galaxy, that the cartel can be ignored and overlooed as what many lesser civilisations describe as criminal activities. This is no longer going to be accepted.

The insurgent slavers of Sleheryon has been given a fair and just offer to surrender their holdings to us. But they said neigh.

Now is the time to return to them with our response. And let me assure you, there will be no second chances. No, these upstarters will serve as an example of what happens when you neglect your true masters!

Go forth, destroy the foundation of their bussiness and enjoy the spoils!

Within minutes a fleet of hutt war ships emerged from hyperspace taking orbit over sleheryon. there was no warning, no plea for surrender. The fate of Sleheryon and its masters were to be tested to the death.

OOC

Spoiler

Link to ooc discussion - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/61881-ooc-discussion-dom-over-sleheryon/?p=921599
Hutt Cartel domination over Sleheryon.

Background:
The planet has been run by a number of independent slavers for some time now and even though the hutts have maintained a certain prescence the hold is too loose according to the cartel leadership and they are now moving in to secure the planet using cold metal as their mean of negotiating.
The goal is to destroy the alliance of independant slavers on the planet and get them to line up under the Cartel umbrella.

Our opposition is a rugged mercenary fleet, an army of slavers and mercenaries down on the planet who are protecting the final objective, an old Hutt palace now used by the lsavers as their prime base.

Choose whatever objective suits you.

Objective A.
Fleeting - The enemy has a rugged and outdated but still fully operational slaver fleet, made up from various ships captained by slavers of different origins. We get to do some space pew pew for some posts.

Objective B.
Take control over the long dead http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Thakba_Besadii_Diori"]ThakbaBesadii Diori s palace. It is now the home of the most important independent slaver lord.
the palace will then be our main base on the planet.

Objective C
Storm the Slaver Barracks where the slavers guards will oppose the cartel until its obvious they are outnumbered by far.
General war fare where we can use our various forces. PCs can toy with our units and stuff.

Objective D
Clear out any slave camps or Gas factories of opposition and loot stuff!

A domination requires 100 posts to be accomplsihed. It does not matter if you are opponent or ally, each post counts in the cartels favour.
If you are not part of the cartel but stil want to help here are some suggestions:

Slavery is the worst - try and free and escape with as many slaves as possible before the cartel iron fist hammers down on the slave camps.
They are not paying enough for this - RP a merc hired by the independant slavers to protect their assets.
Where is my ship? - Or you may simply be stranded for whatever reason and it is time to get the heck out of here...

Please use this format if you engage in the thread:

Location:
Objective:
Enemy or ally of the Hutt Cartel
What ship(-s) you are controlling (if any)
Any NPC forces with you.
Post count

 

[Alicia Drey]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

Truthfully, Alicia was not aware of Sempra's plans to bring the Hutt Cartel to Sleheryon; and whilst she was being honest, she hadn't even heard of the planet until it came to her attention that the Hutt's were on the move. She was getting closer to the Hutt Cartel- she could feel it coming- and so she followed Sempra's forces out of the Hutt space on board her trusted Niathal-class shuttle.

Arriving in the Sleheryon system, Alicia set her systems to low power. She would monitor the situation and decide what to do, if she was going to involve herself in the conflict. After all, she had a dark secret that made her more powerful than what the eye could see...

 

[Nyx]

Location: Shuttle en route to surface.
Objective: Take the Palace.
Ally of the Cartel
Ship: N/A
NPC: Twenty Mercenaries.
Post Count: 1

Nyx cracked her knuckles as she stood in the shuttle, eager to get this on. Behind her stood twenty mercs [member="Sempra the Hutt"] had hired her to lead, and they had one objective: take the palace.​

The mercenary checked her equipment.​

Revolvers? Check.​

Lightsaber? Check.​

Bad ass jacket? Check.​

She took a deep breath as the shuttle began it's descent, turning to the mercs.​

"Alright, listen up! The Hutts are paying us a lot of credits to take control of this dump, so let's get it done. We're here to take control of the slaver's palace, and make sure that these idiots know that the Cartel's in charge. Understand?"​

The mercs gave grunts of understanding, readying their blaster rifles. The atmosphere in the shuttle was one of anticipation, of excitement, of nervousness. After all, they were just mercs, they were expendable.​

Well, at least these fools were.​

Nyx had a life to go back to, after all; she wasn't dying on this dump.​

 

[Sareen Zar]

Location:In Orbit, on own shuttle towards surface
Objective: B, Take the Palace
Ally of the Hutt Cartel
Ship: Modified; Camouflaged Lamba class shuttle
NPC: N/A
Post Count: 1

Sareen stared out the main viewport of the lamba shuttle, the only things he could see were the enemy fleet and the growing planet ahead of him. But it was all in infrared, so whatever colors streaked the vacuum around him were exempt form his vision. That was a advantage and disadvantage of being a Trandoshan.

It was time to join the party, but not the one up here but down there on the planet surface. Sareen decided he would have the most fun sniping down on the surface. Besides he could easily slip through this fleet, an advantage of being camouflaged.

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

Location: Slave camp not far from the Slaver Barracks

Objective: Free as many slaves as she can

Enemy of the Hutt Cartel

Ship: Modified Corellian Blockade Runner

NPC: 3 Crew members running the ship

Post count: 1

Sleheryon was one of the most well known slaver planets. And after the win/lose slave rescue Kay had accomplished near Sempra's White Palace, she felt that she had to make up for the lives that were lost. So she was here, having hired a ship and skeleton crew with the small amount of credits that she had left over from before she was the COO of ArmaTech. Recently she had moved on and quit, leaving her huge salary and everything behind as she no longer wished to be a part of a company that was now arming the oppressors. Given the size of her hired Blockade Runner, she wouldn't be able to free all of the slaves, but she would be able to save some of them at the very least.

Kay was dressed in her merchant attire so that she wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb. Her satchel as always was slung over her shoulder. Inside was her lightsaber, spare clothes, tea cup, food and water rations, tea kettle and a small pouch of Sapir leaves. In one hand she carried a small blaster.

It was night time, always the best time to scout for a rescue. She was hidden at the edge of a forest behind a fallen log, watching the slavers whip some of the slaves into shape, and quite literally too. There were men, women and children. Those that were defiant were kept in small cages sealed off from the rest of the camp, while the others got to sleep in large guarded tents. Perhaps the best thing about a slaver planet like this one is that opposition was slim at best, so the number of guards that they had posted at night was minimal. They were there more for show than anything else, in a bid to scare the slaves into rethinking escape.

But little did they all know that an invasion was coming and that the night was going to be a lot more eventful than they had all thought. Kay included.

 

[Nyx]

Location: Surface, 1 km from the palace.
Objective: Take the Palace, Get Paid.
Ally of the Cartel
Ship: N/A
NPC: Twenty Mercenaries.
Post Count: 2

Nyx took a deep breath as the shuttle descended through the hail of AA fire the slavers were throwing at them. Resistance was going to be heavy, that was for damn sure. She didn't know if her mercs would make it, and didn't really care that much. If they lived, great, if they died, fine. She only cared about taking that palace and getting paid.​

The mercs behind her were tense, and ready to fight, as was she. She had a palm on one of her Ambassador revolvers, the other holding onto the shuttle. They were almost there, almost to the fight they had been preparing for. The dark-haired mercenary was more than ready, she was anxious.​

Then the shuttle landed, and the ramp extended.​

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Nyx immediately ran from the shuttle and dived behind the nearest piece of cover, her mercs doing much the same; except they were firing their weapons, of course. Nyx's own weapons were ineffective at this range. The nest of slavers firing at them was about 20 meters away, and they were hammering the Cartel mercs; two had already fallen to the ground, and were no longer moving.​

Nyx cursed, and took a deep breath.​

"Suppressive fire!"​

She ordered as she vaulted the cover, her mercs complying and raining blaster bolts on the slaver nest. They gave her a window to sprint over, drawing both of her revolvers as she drew close.​

Here we go.​

When Nyx came in range of the nest, she pulled the triggers of the revolvers, putting three bullets each into the slavers inside. She saw a few jerk back, blood spraying from the holes she put into them. she managed to surprise them long enough for her to jump into the nest and aim her revolvers at the few still remaining.​

"Seeya."​

She emptied the rest of her revolvers into the slavers, blood spraying everywhere as their screams echoed on the battlefield.​

When they lay dead, she reloaded her guns, a smirk on her face. She looked up to see her mercs had reached the nest, and were waiting for orders.​

"What the hell are you waiting for? We have a palace to take!"​

 

[Arcadia]

-- fetus deletus -

 

[Azreal]

Location: On shuttle to surface

Objective: B - Take the Palace

Ally of the Hutt Cartel

Ship: None

NPC: 10 Mercenaries

Post Count: 1

Azreal sat in the shuttle, watching the ten mercenaries hired to him polish their weapons and complete their weapons check. He himself had brought an assortment of non-lethal flash-bang grenades, two slug thrower pistols and two knives. On hand were the crushgaunts which he had accustomed himself to using, though they still look like a pair of gloves at first sight.
The mercenaries weren't exactly loyal but were also being paid by the Hutts, not that 'they' will be collecting it by the end of this. Azreal would make of that.
As the Palace came into view, the shuttle started to rapidly descend and the mercs were getting restless.
"Alright boys, we've been paid in advance for this job and the Hutts do not take kindly to disappointments. We're here on their behalf and I expect you to be at least half decent at that. We go in and take the palace it doesn't get simpler than that."

They simply nodded and waited in anticipation of putting their boots to the ground.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Location: Orbiting [SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Sleheryon[/SIZE]
Objective: A
Hutt Cartel
NPCs:

Spoiler

One pirate brigade unit
One B2 battlion unit
One B1 battalion

Post count: 1
Ships:

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One kossak class destroyer
Two Half fallen class Cruiser
Two Crusader class Corvette

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The alien spun on the small screen, a single point like a child's spinning top, but somehow it's eyes, all five of them, stayed locked on the centre most of the screen all the while rocking back and forth. It's surface was silver-white and rippled like a liquid, but kept it's shape like a solid. Then out of nowhere it began to emit music.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He was listening to a holo-recording, his head tapping along with the beat the cybernetics 'popped' and 'snapped' setting a jarring rhythm to the music,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] touch[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]taste[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]smell[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px],[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] sight[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]hearing[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]. He had but two senses left to him, the small pleasures that went unnoticed transformed by circumstance into precious things, and so he sat hearing the sound but not feeling it in his metal bones. "We're here Cap'n." a voice interrupted over the music returning the cyborg to the present. "Prepare the assault."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]---[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The ships were scattered over the sparse of space like fall leaves in a pond. The colours were beautiful, random, bringing forth echoing memories from old shipyards long since past their due. He rocked back on his pronged toe's, hands deep on the surrounding control-board, as he cast weary eyes into the black of space. The ship's bobbed on the waves of movement, turning a little as they did in their chaotic dance. The pirates were arming their station, he wanted it to be his present for a while longer, to fill his senses before the battle became all-consuming.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]"[member="Cadan Tazi"], get down on the planet and lead our troops in the assault on the palace. [member="Thraxis"], you'll be joining him, and you too [member="Tiali Orazio"]." [/SIZE]

 

[Nyx]

Location: Planet surface, 980 meters from the palace.
Objective: Take the palace, Get paid.
Ally of the Hutt Cartel
Ship: N/A
NPC: 18 mercenaries
Post Count: 3

Nyx watched as another one of her mercenaries was taken out, a blaster bolt striking his head and vaporizing it.​

"Sniper!" She called out as she dived into cover, searching for the sniper. She had expected resistance, but this was ridiculous. Another flash of red, and another of her mercs fell. She ducked low behind her cover, and took a deep breath. She reached out with the Force, searching for the source of the death of her men. After a minute of searching, she found it; a duros hidden in a rock outcropping thirty meters ahead. Taking him out was going to be difficult, but not impossible. She was going to need the element of surprise, and there was only one thing that was going to give her that.​

With a sigh, Nyx holstered both of her revolvers, and reached into her jacket, pulling out a silver tube of metal. She pressed a button on the side, and the lightsaber's violet blade came to life with a snap-hiss.​

"See those rocks? Put suppressive fire on them while I get close."​

Her mercenaries immediately got to work, ignoring another casualty as they poured blaster fire at the sniper, who was forced to take cover.​

That was her opportunity.​

Nyx sprinted for the rocks, blaster bolts screaming past her at her target. The sniper poked his head out and spotted the lightsaber-wielding mercenary, firing a few shots off at her, which she easily dodged.​

She reached the rocks, and vaulted over them, landing behind the sniper. Before he could react, her violet blade swung through the air and his head rolled.​

She looked forward, and saw more defenses to the palace in the distance.​

This was going to be a long job.​

 

[Raiz]

Location:​

In Sleheyron's orbit, on track to the slave barracks.​

Objective:​

C​

Enemy or ally of the Hutt Cartel:​

Ally​

What ship(-s) you are controlling (if any):​

One Kossak Class Destroyer​

Any NPC forces with you:​

One Pirate Brigade unit​

Post count:​

One​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1HmQNkcAhgg​

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The giant, wearing armour of an age long ago, sat among the crew that he was given to lead and sat in quiet. Whilst majority of the crew would prefer not to test the Gen'Dai at his current mood, there were a couple that tried to cause some trouble but stopped the minute they felt the warm mist of his breath as he emitted a loud grunt in their direction.

After such, he would stand and begin to walk towards the bridge, not enjoying the ship but understanding his duty and would make sure it is done perfectly. Once arriving on the bridge, he is informed by the pilot crew that they are inbound on the slave barracks and should be there in no time. Alkah'Kahtel gives a solemn nod before approaching the mic, activating it and clearing his throat, to address the crew.

"Our objective is to storm the barracks that we are dropped at, kill all opposition and do not harm the slaves themselves, you harm a slave you take their place. Suit up, ready up and be ready."

 

[Thraxis]

Location: Orbiting [SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Sleheryon[/SIZE]
Objective: A
Hutt Cartel Ally
What ship you are controlling: None
Any NPC forces with you:
My own Squad of Highly Trained Jackals Approximately a hundred strong.
Post count: 1
Thraxis listened to the words escape from [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]'s lips, he almost quivered with those uttered words, not of fright, but of a pure euphoric joy. It had been so long since Thraxis was sent to kill something, and in his eyes this was a no hold bars situation, brutality would ensue. Something that just thinking of sent another Euphoric Joy through his body.

Thraixs turned to his men he had gathered, the best men he had trained, he looked at their eager looks, their hands twitching and gripping their guns, so long had it been since they could hunt, they hungered for blood. A few of the men were too eager, their hands gripping their gun too tightly, blood dripping from their hands. Thraxis began to utter the speech that were etched into his Psychotic Comrades heads, "We hunt those who fight, we slaughter those who speak up, and we let those who are afraid weep in their pain. But above all. We do not harm the children, for the future we let live to see their forefathers pain. Understood?!" when he finished uttering those beautiful words, he saw their eyes hypnotized, those words spoke to them more than anything else, and quickly after, in cold remorsless unity, they uttered the same words back, "We hunt those who fight, we slaughter those who speak up, and we let those who are afraid weep in their pain. But above all. We do not harm the children, for the future we let live to see their forefathers pain." Once he finished hearing them respond he looked to [member="Cadan Tazi"] and Tiali Orazio, "Their ready to kill." Such simplistic words that spoke the most basic truth about his men.

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Location: Orbiting Sleheryon
Objective: A
Hutt Cartel Ally
post count: 1

Tiali was wearing his custom made Urban camo suit Mk-I his visor covering his face vibroblades on the top side of his forearms and a wrist mounted sonic pistol on his right under forearm. The tikulini leather covering most of his body with durasteel helmet, shoulder pads and chest guard. His belt had an assortment of grenades and a JT-12 jetpack attached to his back. to the lower parts he wore magno-grip boots, with two LL-30 pistols either side of his thighs.

He stood next to Cadan leaning against a DC=15 sniper rife watching Thraxis's organized Chaos squad. until Flannighan walks in telling the group to get down planet side. "Finally I get to test this new armor." he says to Cadan as he grabs his hood and slides it onto his head.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Spoiler

Location: Kossak Klass Destroyer
Objective: A
Ally of the Cartel
Ship: Kossak Klass Destroyer
NPC: Half Angel, Scream Squad
Post Count: 1/10

If you wanna know why it's 10, it's because I have Jardo as well.

Nodding as they came from hyperspace, Xander watched as around him all of /HIS/ fleet came out around him. He loved calling it his fleet as it technically was his, he built most of it. Slowly his comlink buzzed, and upon activating it he heard the delicate tones of his best friend from in his hanger. "Let's do this buddy" the voice said, and Black laughed.

He watched as the Rogue Skipper left to go and join the fight for the palace, and he watched as his ships moved forward, starting to form a defensive line. He watched as they moved forward, engaging the enemy lines in front of them. The fight was slowly beginning.

 

[Azula Tindara]

Location: 200m from Palace
Objective: B
Ally of the Cartel
NPC: No
Post Count: 1/20

In the distance, the sound of blaster fire rang out. The clouds flashed angry shades of red and orange. Reflections of the battle below as [member="Nyx"] and her allies assaulted a solidified position. A lone sentry sat ready, his rifle propped up on its stand. He lifted his comm unit to his mouth: "Position B checking in."

"Understood, we're under heavy fire. Hold position, we might have to fall back past you."

"Got it," he replied. The sentry did not hold himself in a particularly professional man. He was a cheap gun-for-hire, the kind slavers could afford, with little to no military training. He patted down his pockets, before extracting a fat, brown cigarra. Then he continued to pat himself down.

"Dae ye need a light pal?" range out a voice from behind him."

The guard turned on his heel, visibility blanching as the hulking shadow detached itself from the trees and walked up. He calmed down a touch when he realised the Houk was unarmed and holding out his hands as if sheltering a flame from the wind.

"Was jist passin' by," Thrukk lied.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location: Slave camp not far from the Slaver Barracks

Objective: Free as many slaves as she can

Enemy of the Hutt Cartel

Ship: Modified Corellian Blockade Runner

NPC: 3 Crew members running the ship

Posts: 2

Kay quietly made her way over the log and headed towards the small solitary cages. These weren't well guarded as they were locked and with no tools or weapons, the captive slaves had no means of escape. Until now. On padded feet she came up behind the lone guard that sat on top of one of the cages, very much bored out of his mind with the sentry duty he was forced to do after pulling the short straw with the other guards. She held her breath as she brought her blaster up and struck the man on the back of his head as hard as she could, knocking the man out cold. Kay had never killed anyone and she wasn't about to start now.

Quickly she grabbed the keys and opened the first cage, whispering to the occupant inside, "Please be quiet. I'm here to get as many of you out of here that I can. Help me with the rest of the cages and then head into the forest. I have a ship waiting just east of here which will take you about fourty-five minutes to get to." The young slave, a teenage boy had nodded his head in agreement, eager at the chance to gain his freedom.

As the two of them split up the keys and started freeing those inside, Kay's attention was turned to the sky. Many ships were descending and the sound of battle in the distance could be heard. Looks like someone was crashing her party and the sheer number of ships in the air gave her a feeling of dread. This was not going to end well.

 

[Azula Tindara]

Location: 200m from Palace
Objective: B
Ally of the Cartel
NPC: No
Post Count: 2/20

The mercenary shrugged his shoulders, casting his eyes across the treeline behind Thrukk for a moment longer. He took a few steps forward and placed the cigarra in his mouth. He leaned forwards for a light and Thrukk opened his right arm. He revealed nothing other than his left fist.

The mercenary's brow furrowed in confusion, but only for a fraction of a second. The huge fist shot out, hitting the human's forehead with a crack. His eyes rolled back into his skull and he collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

"Ye daft basterd," Thrukk mumbled. He whistled loudly and a repuslor cart emerged from the treeline, coming to halt beside him. Before putting his armour on, he took a moment to retrieve the cigarra from the ground, giving it a sniff. "Eugh," he commented, chucking the cheap roll aside. Thrukk then took a quick look at the rifle laid out. Picking it up with both arms he snapped it in two like a twig. Too cheap to be worth keeping to sell after the job.

Retrieving his own cannon from the case, he set himself up on the ridge. The palace was in full view from here and he could see several guards hurrying to lay down heavy repeaters on tripods.

"Thrukk here. I've got eyes oan th' targit!" he announced. This was his job today, despite his size. Forward scout. He'd been on world a few days now, checking out the area. It wasn't militarised, so a bounty hunter was free to go as he pleased. Now he'd made his move, he waited for the rest of the assault force to approach the palace.

 

[Nyx]

Location: 900 meters from the palace.
Objective: Get to the palace with as many guys alive as possible.
Ally of the Cartel
Ship: N/A
NPC: 15 Mercenaries
Post Count: 4

Nyx's lightsaber flashed through the air as it sliced the arm off of a slaver, the screaming Weequay falling to the ground. She left him there for her men to finish off as she kept moving forward, her facial expression one of annoyance. These slavers had good defenses, and they were having difficulty getting past them. Her lightsaber was helping, but they were sustaining too many casualties at too fast a rate. At this rate, she wouldn't have any backup at the palace.​

But she simply sighed and motioned for the mercs to keep moving, her violet lightsaber providing something they could focus on.​

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Ahead, word was spreading among the slavers that there was an insane human woman with a lightsaber going through their defenses like they were nothing. The majority of them didn't believe it, laughing such a thing off, and simply getting ready for the Cartel mercs to arrive so they could kill them.​

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Nyx spotted a squad of slavers ahead, and quietly ordered her men to attack on her signal. She crept closer, and when she could see the whites of one of the slaver's eyes, she sprung forward, her lightsaber slicing. The mercs opened fire as well, the blaster bolts taking out the few slavers Nyx didn't eviscerate.​

The violet blade finished off the last slaver, and Nyx blew a lock of hair out of her eye.​

No time to linger. She had a job to do.​

 

[Flora Burn]

[member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Xander Black"][member="Tiali Orazio"]@Thraxis@Flannigan Mcnash

Allies: The hutts
Enemy: Other pirates who are not drinking rum
Objective: A
1/20

Flora was here in her brand new marauder ship, and she was here to help the hutt empire return to glory. Also because they paid well, and gave her discount on rum. She then came out hyperspace, and barked her first order. She was also slouching in captain chair with glass of rum as she did, Launch all fighters, and get to your battle stations you space dogs! She scanned the area, and waited for sign of the enemy ships. She also waited for orders from the fleet commander, after all it was his show. She was here for the rum.

 

[Nyx]

Location: 850 meters from the palace.
Objective: Serve some fools.
Ally of the Hutt Cartel
Ship: N/A
NPC: 13 Mercenaries
Post Count: 5

Nyx decided she was getting sick of killing slavers. Her lightsaber had ended more of them, but they had managed to end more of her men. She was down seven mercs, and the remaining were starting to lose morale. She needed to get them motivated.​

"Alright, listen up!" She shouted, halting her mercs. "We've lost some guys, but we need to keep moving. I don't know about you, but I would like to get paid for this. And rest assured, if you survive this, I will personally ask Sempra to give you a bonus."​

That seemed to motivate her men, and one of them pointed out another slaver nest up ahead.​

"Time to prove you deserve that bonus!"​

Nyx ignited her lightsaber as the mercs hit the nest with a barrage of blaster bolts, and the slavers returned fire. The two groups exchanged fire as Nyx thought about how to take them out. But at the moment, getting out there was suicide, and all of her weapons were close-quarters, which was an issue here.​

For the moment, she would have to depend on her mercs to actually do their damn jobs for once in their lives.​