The whip - [hutt cartel dominion over Sleheryon]

[Alicia Drey]

Watching the Hutt Cartel at worked made Alicia realize that the Hutt's were once more resurgent. The Black Sun Syndicate and Red Ravens had been one thing- their criminal enterprises motivated by profit and credits- but the Hutt's were something else. They were the galaxies king pings- although she did know one fat man that could argue otherwise- and their motivation was the power that came with their enterprise, business and work. The Hutt's loved power and Sempra had done well to consilidate his own.

She looked forward to the day when she would sit down with the Hutt Cartel's leadership and bring up her plans for Quesh. For now, she was content at watching the Cartel slowly get their grip back on their space. Soon, Hutt space would once more be owned by a Hutt.

 

[Ka-Aver]

Location: 700 meters from the palace on the palace main AA position.
Objective: B
Ally of the Hutt Cartel
NPCs - 75/90 Heavy enforcers
Post count 5/20
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The enforcers were having some fun with the captured AA crews, pushing them around and lauginhg at their futile attempts to sometimes resist the fairly well organised unit of Heavy enforcers.

Ka-Aver grinned and turned his attention toward the palace. It was only about 700 meters away. Still not breached and he could hear the fire intensifying.

"[member="Nyx"] - Ka-Aver herez, zorry for the delay I will be on mez way to your location zoon... I am juzt gonna pack up theze idiotz and... " there was a thundering sound echoing across the open AA compund. Ka-Aver spun around trying to figure out what had happened. Ze-nar, one of the Nikto corporals of the unit fell to his knees blood pourinmg out from his chest. Then a second BANG sounded and yet another enforcer fell to his knees. Whatever it was it was penetrating their armor easily.

"Zniper! Get to cover!" Ka-Aver roared as the unit scrambled.

BANG! Another enforcer fell forward just as he was about to dodge in behind the large metal leg of a AA turret. His helmet was cracked and parts of his skull lay spread out across the metal floor.
there was some random return fire but the enforcers did not seem to have a clear target and for a period there was a turmoil in the ranks.

BANG! Another enforcer fell with a sound clank.

"Dammit! Getz your zhit together idiotz!" Ka-Aver ordered and found cover partly behind the dead body of Ze-nar and the huge AA turretleg. At least by the position of the body he could calculate the general direction of the shooter. Pulling forth his microbinocular he leaned slightly around the corpse trying to spot anything.

BANG! This time the enforcers, whose military training were kicking in were becoming harder to hit. An enforcers arm was non the less torn from his body and he fell screaming to the ground. His fellow soldiers seemed to ignore his pleads though. Everyone knew it was a stupid move to go out in the open with a sniper around.

There he saw the movement. Ka-Aver scratched his chin and with light movement switched on his com.

"[member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] - comez in. Wez got a niper izzue at theze coordinatez." he pleaded. Then he motioned for his men to sstart crawling back from the elevated position where the AA was positioned, making sure they did their best to stay in cover. Some enforcers used the captured AA crews as shields, other tried to stay behind cover using the metalic AA monsters spread out on the large platform. A few made a run for it throwing themselves over the edge of the open compund and into safety on the far side of the structure.

[member="Drax Thorin"]
[member="Tiali Orazio"]
[member="Azreal"]
[member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Kenrath]

Location: Sleheryon space
Objective: Erradicate enemy slaver fleet
Ally: Hutt Cartel [member="Xander Black"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
Enemies: Pretty much any not an ally of Hutt Cartel
Ship: Firestorm Assault Corvette http://starwarsrp.net/topic/58319-firestorm/
NPC Forces: None
Post count: [2/20]

As the ship hit real space Thanith looked over at the communications officer.

"Open a channel to the slaver Fleet."

Once the Commander nodded Thanith spoke.

"Captain of Slaver Fleet you are not welcome here depart Sleheryon space now or be destroyed this is your one and only warning."

Thanith made a slicing motion in front of his neck to close the channel before speaking again.

"Get me [member="Sempra the Hutt"] on the holo."

Once the channel was open Thanith smiled

"Greetings I am Lord Admiral Gumara." "The Empire wishes to assist you in your claim of this system in the name of the Cartel." "We are allies in this fight please encourage your people to hold fire on my ship while I engage the slaver fleet." "Once the planet is yours we will depart and leave you to your celebrations."

Thanith turned looking at the weapons officer.

"Get me a firing solution on the lead ship." "Plot the locations of all Cartel vessels an adjust fire." "Things are going to get a little hairy."

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Location: hyperspace, en route to Seherylon
Objective: none at this time
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Situated in a comfortable, well decorated and lavishly furnished suite in an unknown ship travelling through hyperspace Sempra was informed of a message seeking acknowledgement.


"We do not know the captain but we have identified the ship as One Sith massster." his pale albino slave reported. "Shall I forward it your excellency?" he asked with a deep bow.

Sempra considered this for a moment. He had expected the sith Empire to be interested in the cartels dealings but he had not expected such direct support without prior discussions. Never the less, this was an act of decisivness and Sempra prefered it at this time.
He switched the com making sure both [member="Xander Black"] and [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] would recive the message as well.

"Lord Admiral, your ships will be excluded from cartel fire and we welcome the Empire to assist us in such a way you describe. May your fire bring death and destruction unto our enemies Admiral."

Sempra turned the holoprojector off. This was an interesting turn of events. One would wonder what could come from this in the long term. Regardless he made a mental note of sending a gift to the admiral. A pleasure slave perhaps...

[member="Thanith Gumara"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

Location: Slaver Camp Besh
Objective: Ensure the extermination of the slavers and hutts, well 'arrest' them.
Enemy or ally of the Hutt Cartel: Enemy to all
What ship(-s) you are controlling (if any): None but the Corvette that got us here.
Any NPC forces with you: 50 Shadow Legionnaires
Post count: 1/20

Solan leaned back as he played on the violin he had brought with him. His hands curling around the neck and moving up and down while his other hand brought the bow over the strings just above the bridge. IT was a slow, sad song but what was infront of him was more so. His soldiers and him had captured one of the slavers camps and Solan had the only 6 surviving slavers from the assault infront of him.

"You know, there is something i truly hate about you scum."

With that his hand stopped and he set the violin down in a nearby case, careful as ever before to ensure it did not break. "None of you are leaving alive, so don't bother begging unless you want to look like a coward. Ill even make your deaths quick, something i never do for the creatures that you are. But you see, here is the reason why. I have more important foes to go after, those that present a challenge and worse yet those that seek to undermine the safety of my friend and her family. So i give you all this quick death so that i move on... shame though. You really don't deserve it.

The pistol entered his hand as the first crack sounded and a body dropped. "You know, there is something beautiful about death..." CRACK. "Its serene, peaceful, and if you are fortunate you are given a chance at a new life in the netherworld." CRACK. They were begging now, on their knees. Like the swine they are. "Infact, ive been there you know, quite a sight indeed... oh and i think there is something that anyone can hear." CRACK. Two left and with that he opened up an open comm frequency that he spoke into. "People of Sleheryon, Hutt Cartel, and Slavers of absolute disgust. I am Solan Charr, and before me are two of the slavers that thought they could destroy other peoples lives... Well." CRACK. CRACK. "They can't. I suggest all Slavers and Cartel members surrender or leave, before you end up like the six i just killed.. and trust me, your deaths, they will not be quick if you fight back."

 

[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 unit

Post count: 3
Ships:

Spoiler

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

"They can't. I suggest all Slavers and Cartel members surrender or leave, before you end up like the six i just killed.. and trust me, your deaths, they will not be quick if you fight back." Was that a threat, did a third faction land on Sleheryon, a civilisation built on slavery and crime and proclaim the death of all slavers while an invasion was happening. He'd have to kill half the population and than some, the magnitude and weight of such a boast left him speechless and unmoving. "Trace the communication link and have five hutt bomber, destroy the area. I'm not letting a third faction mingle with the population to engage us in long drawn out gorilla warfare."

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A dark blanket, contrasting with blacks and yellows, and the occasional white, which is shaped as a circle and sometimes a crescent. There are stars which dot the blanket in a intricate pattern. This is space and there was doom in it, and it came from sharp geometric lines, bombers that burst through the clouds cutting through the swath of vapours like a hot knife through butter, the bombers were coming.

[member="Solan Charr"]​

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Location: Palace
Objective: KIll peeps
Post count: 3/20



Tiali's jet pack ignited to life, pulling himself safely to the roof landing behind some of the slaver soldiers, quickly Tiali turned to his new found foes. "Good evening!" his arm was raised his sonic pistol in hand pulling back the trigger a smile grew over his face, firing a sonic wave making, pushing his foes bodies back. His other hand slides down to his LL-30 pistol swiftly raising it and aiming at the helpeless slavers, no remorse in his action as he pulled back the trigger.

A shot from behind hits his durasteel shoulder armor, burning the armor he slides to the side spinning around flicking out his right arm his vibroblades distends out from the top of his forearm. Activating his jetpack he charges towards his attacker shooting, towards the Slavers that shot him, he stabs his blade into one's chest raising his left hand he shoots another making him drop a blaster shot hits Tiali in the chest pushing him back he falls to the ground on his raising his blaster firing at the man.

Letting out a long breath he looks around to the collection of injured and dead slavers.

 

[Azula Tindara]

Location: near palace.

[member="Ka-Aver"]
[member="Solan Charr"]

"Sur-prise!" yelled Thrukk as he crashed through the trees. It was hard work to hide all of his bulk, but the veteran pit fighter, bodyguard and bounty hunter had planets of practise at it. The slavers, in two pairs, had been carefully advancing on his previous firing position when he came thundering through the undergrowth.

The nearest turned to try and bring his rifle around, but Thrukk was already upon him. A massive metal claw clamped down upon his head. There was a sickening crack as his skull gave way beneath the fearsome pressure being applied. Without regard for the dead, the massive houk swung the corpse with one arm as if it was a toy. The dangling legs of the first slaver slammed into the torso of the second and sent him sprawling.

Thrukk whistled through his teeth as the other pair fired a few shots in his direction. His drone emerged from the bushes and deployed a shimmer field between them that deflected the bolts. Having lost his rifle, the nearest slaver picked himself up off the floor and pulled a vibro-dagger free from its sheath.
"Ah, some sport!" shouted Thrukk jovially. He advanced slowly, and then bounded forward, shifting his bulk with a speed the human did not expect. The slashing dagger was caught between the fingers of his durasteel claw, as Thrukk delivered and open-handed slap with his left hand.

Discombobulated and now completely unarmed, the slaver picked himself back up off the floor slowly. "Come on, free shot!" Thrukk yellowed, holding his arms out wide, almost as if he was back in the fighting pits. The human took no time in closing the distance and delivering two sharp blows to Thrukk’s side, just behind his chest armour. Thrukk dropped back and raised his fists again. "Hah! Tha' tickled!"

The slaver raised his fists in turn. He then promptly turned on his heel and fled. "Ack, nae fun!" Thrukk yelled after him, as he pulled a blaster rifle, that he'd converted into a houk sized pistol, from his belt and gunned him down.

Slowly turning to regard the remaining two slavers, a broad grin cracked on his huge jaw. "Next!" he called.




[member="Ka-Aver"] came over the comm a few minutes later. In the background he'd hear the faint sound of a regular thud, and muffled cries as Thrukk literally stamped the life out of the last slaver in the vicinity. "I'll get on it!" he replied. Up on this ridge he'd have a good view of the sniper, but he'd need to get back behind the treeline and move closer to get a good shot.

As he started to pick his path, another voice came over the comm.

"Thrukk, you on the open channel?" came a voice from one of the other mercenaries.

"Nope, bin busy," Thrukk whispered back.

"Heard of a bounty hunter called Solan Charr?"

"Nope, why?"

"Mad bastard just shot a couple of slavers over an open channel, then told us all to leave?"

Thrukk considered this for a moment. He couldn't imagine what kind of person was carrying out public executions like that. Must have been a member of a rival criminal organisation.

"Teel heem th' boonty is a one thoosain per slaver. If he wants tae collect his reward teel heem tae come an' see auld thrukk," he replied.

"What?" came the sudden reply. But before Thrukk could use his posh voice he continued: "Oh, Derek says he got that, he'll relay the message."

"An send me a recordin'. Micht be able tae pit it a boonty afterwards if he escapes." Thrukk added.

 

[Nyx]

Location: In the middle of A ton of Droids.
Objective: Avoid punking Jardo, Scrap Clankers
Ally of the Hutt Cartel
Ship: N/A
NPC: 9 Mercenaries
Post Count: 8/20

Nyx jumped in surprise as she felt something fly behind her back, and turned to find [member="Jardo Snow"] grinning at her.​

Great. This just kept getting better, didn't it?​

"Don't get cocky, Jardo. I can take you out anyday."​

She turned back to the battle, seeing that most of her men were dead, a mere nine remaining. The merc rubbed at her temples for a moment, feeling a headache coming on.​

"Well, as long as you're going to annoy me, you might as well help me out." She sighed, and once more brandished her lightsaber.​

She leaped into battle, her saber flashing and twirling, battle droids falling into pieces.​

She kept close to Jardo, knowing that while he got on her nerves, he was also pretty skilled. Having him on her side would make this a bit easier.​

 

[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
2/20

She heard he message the empire was here, who the hell where they, she thought to herself. All fire on the lead slaver ship, she turned her corvette to fire on them. Her fighters where closing in quickly, and she was drinking rum at helm again. Like proper pirate, not one those namby pamby ones who could not hold the alcohol and command. She was closing in fast, and her men had that look in there eye, like she is not going to tell us to ram them is she. They new in there harts, they would pull it up before she gave the order. Why because they had not been paid enough to ram another ship, and there not enough rum down there to do so. Though they hoped the other captain would do so, as it make them looked good in front there's.

 

[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:5

[member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Solan Charr"]

Amongst the firefight going on all around them, Kay thought that she had heard violin music playing off in the distance. She strained her ear to be sure that it wasn't just a trick of her hearing. But no, there it was. And there was only one person that she knew that could play such an instrument and that was her friend Solan. He had promised to teach her to play some time, though the both of them had gone their separate ways after getting off of an icy planet that they had survived a crash on. Solan had his family and kingdom to take care of while Kay had.....well she had to avoid such things, lest tragedy struck again.

And here she was now, risking her life for strangers. When someone had nothing to lose, doing such things was easy and kind of freeing as well. But enough of that. She had to focus. As Kay hurried over to the last tent in the camp that she had room in her ship for, blaster fire whizzed past her, burning off a bit of her hair. That was close! She turned and saw one of the slavers with his blaster rifle out. She fired her own blaster, aiming for one of his thighs. It took a couple of shots but she hit her target, yet still he shot at her, although his aim was worse than hers was due to his pain. She took cover behind a crate and then fired her blaster at the slaver's shooting arm, nailing him in the shoulder. He dropped to the ground and she took that moment to run up to him and grab his rifle, swung it and hit him on the head with it to knock him out. Any normal person would have killed him, but she didn't want to do that. She wasn't a killer. Perhaps it would be a lesson for him to go down a different path in life. Or so she hoped.

Kay threw the rifle away. If Solan was there and had others with him,, she didn't want to be mistaken as a slaver as she had their weapon. Quickly she turned and ran back to the tent, slipping inside.

 

[Ordan Vosk]

Location: Sleheryon, Tibanna Gas Factory
Objective D
Ally of the Hutt Cartel
Forces: Small band of Mercenaries
Post: 1/20

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...last time Ordan was on Sleheryon it was at the behest of the now, mostly, defunct Black Sun Syndicate. This time he'd come to Sleheryon at the behest of the Hutt Cartel. In his opinion a much more stable choice compared to the Red Ravens which had essentially replaced the Black Suns. Ordan could be found on a Shuttle that dropped into the atmosphere of Sleheryon and descended towards the surface. Its destination the Tibanna Gas Factories. As the Shuttle continued its descent Ordan would prime the Obliterator SMG he was carrying and look back over his shoulder before calling out..."No survivors and no mercy. Loot whatever you can."...arrayed behind him was a small troupe of mercenaries that numbered maybe half a dozen in total....

...the Shuttle set down near the outskirts of a Tibanna Factory, a green light lit up in the back of the Shuttle and Ordan unloaded with the others. Most of them were armed with weaponry carried over from the Black Suns and the company that Ordan had founded to help arm his former faction with new weaponry. As boots hit the ground Ordan would rush ahead, covering the distance between himself and the factory with a growl while gunfire went off around him and the battle came to him. The Obliterator aimed ahead and spewed out high caliber rounds meant to punch a whole through the strongest armor in rapid succession. By the time Ordan reached a catwalk heading up into the maze of steel that was the Tibanna Factory he'd already spet his clip...

...looking back Ordan noticed at least half the men that had accompanied him were cut down in the advance. Letting the clip fall out of his SMG Ordan replaced it with another fresh one, primed his weapon and then started up the catwalk. A Slaver was heard coming down towards Ordan before he ever made it to him. The Obliterator was raised, Ordan squeezed the trigger and amidst heavy recoil the SMG punched fist sized holes through the torso of the man ensuring that he looked like ground beef when he hit the grate..."Is that all!"...Ordan called out ensuring more fire was turned his way. A bit of fire ricocheted off his Kraken Armor, the black gloss shining whenever light caught it, then Ordan turned his SMG in the direction of the last arc of fire that had come towards him and let loose...

...the Obliterator was loud, it could be heard firing all across the Tibanna Factory. Footsteps carried Ordan up a flight of stairs before he came to a walkway, crouched down for cover and peered up to look for a target. Blasterfire mixed with gunfire erupted around him, he smiled, this was the life...​

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Location: Slave camp.
Objective: Super sekrit.
Allies: TBD
Enemies: TBD
Ship: N/A
NPC: N/A
Post Count: 3

Catalys had dealt with his assailant, rifle again in hand he moved towards where he saw the stranger. Slaves scurried off, at first he lost her but in the distance he noticed her in the sight of his helmet's HUD display. Luckily the advanced tracking provided assistance for agents who needed it. His job here was done, for now, curiosity may have gotten the better of him but finding out who she was and why she was here would be more beneficial overall. Catalys knew well he hadn't the manpower to secure the camp at this point.

Following her, he kept his feet quiet and made sure to follow behind whatever obstacles there were to obscure his movements. The woman disappeared inside the tent and only a few seconds later, Catalys entered behind. His weapon wasn't brandished. He had no idea who he was or what she was here for, a clever lie could probably do but an Umbaran could always tell a lie -- well mostly, anyway.

"Name, occupation, reason for being here." He kept the list of demands quite short.

[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[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: 6

[member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Solan Charr"]

Kay didn't even hear him approach, didn't even have time to react as the slaves saw him the moment that he spoke. For all they knew, the soldier or whatever he was worked right along with the lady. But what he had said suggested otherwise.

The Jedi turned around with her blaster in hand, but seeing that Catalys wasn't being aggressive, she lowered her weapon. Maybe he worked for Solan? "Lady Kay...formally the COO of ArmaTech but currently unemployed. As for my being here? I'm rescuing as many of these slaves as I can. What about you? I saw you killing some of the slavers. Who do you work for?"

She had no reason to lie to him and it was an odd time for a conversation. The slaves grew eager to escape once they had heard Kay say that she was there to rescue them, yet the soldier was blocking the doorway and none of them wanted to take any chances.

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Location: Slave camp.
Objective: Undisclosed.
[04/20]

Catalys smirked from behind his helmet, "I think I can help you out." He kept his words short.

He eyed the slaves behind her, it was clear they wanted to be gone... And why wouldn't they? The agent didn't pause too much between words before continuing.

"You get these slaves out of here -- I'll help you; but I need something in return." He switched the safety off his weapon, peaking his head out of the tent before pulling back in. There were no slavers in sight, they were either dead, incapacitated, or far from here. If anyone did sneak up on them he'd be ready as well. "No money. I need a ride off this planet."

Without any further explanation the agent waited for a reply.

[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[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: 4
Ships:

Spoiler

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

There was a laugh over the open com, and a slight shimmer of the air as if twisted by something tangiable, the holocron bloomed like an open flower. Slender with a powerfully build, somewhat humanoid with a unique pair of hands, or were they feet. The head had an anguliar and ellogated features, there was something to the way the eyes move and the sneer of contempt that was on those lips. It was a Dug, and a rude one at that. "Ree tee. Whao uba banag bai doth wa yahaa." There was laughter after that, most likely a rude remark made against the intruders in the Dug's native language. "You've traced the location, good. No I don't care if you only got the general area bomb it all, do one sweep over head if you're that worried, just frag those Bantha fodder." the cyborg replied, he was vexed and leading a fleet and here he was pulling resources away from the battle cause someone made a boast, it could've just been a spice addict but that haughty voice and threat had changed his mood to a thundercloud. He was vexed.

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The engines smouldering to life in a contained burst of energy, sparks dissipating in the open air, swathes of stainless steel, sleek black rods. And the glare of fluorescent tube lighting suspended from steel rafters, floor to ceiling the hatches began to extend out and towards the openings of the bombers, like thunder they flew past in a 'V' shaped formation getting a feel and taste for the area before making their mark.​

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Spoiler

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[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Solan Charr"]​

Summery​

The bombers are making one quick sweep over head, everyone in the area would see and assume a bombing run is immediate. ​

 

[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: 7

[member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

Get him off this planet? Well that was easy. It was obvious that he was on his own mission and either his ship was destroyed or he was abandoned here. Or maybe he was trying to get away from the invasion.

Kay nodded her head. She could use the protection anyways. "Agreed. My ship isn't too far away and with all of these slaves as well as the others that I've freed, the ship will be full. So it's time that we leave."

She took out her comlink and was about to contact the pilot of her ship when he had messaged her first. "In coming! We picked up a squadron of bombers headed your way! Get back here or find cover! Hurry!"

Her eyes widened as she could hear their engines off in the distance. Without hesitation, she left the tent running. "Come on! Everyone follow me!" Still gripping her comlink, she responded to the pilot as she ran, "On our way! Last group is with me!"

Surely the soldier and the slaves were following her as she ran through the camp just as the bombers were making their first pass. "To the trees! Hurry!!" Adrenalin helped her to run faster as she broke into the tree line, jumping over the fallen logs and stones. She knew which way that she was going. And at this pace they should reach her ship in under a half hour. That is unless they were spotted and had to take cover. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. A lot of them were going to die today.

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Objective: Run!
Location: Slave camp.
[05/20]

Catalys ran with her at an even pace away from the camp and towards the trees. The sudden arrival of bombers... Well, that was odd; still the agent was puzzled and didn't truly understand the full intentions of the Hutt Cartel at all. His head turned from side to side, trying to get an idea of their surrounding for situational awareness. Next to him a young boy, likely in his teens, stumbled forward. It was an instinctive measure, Catalys reached out and grabbed until the child's arm, lifting him up and keeping him running just as the bombs dropped in from behind.

The explosions shook the air with their shockwave, and if it wasn't for his helmet his ears would surely be ringing. No one--not him nor the slaves--stopped their pace; not now.

Catching up with his new companion, "I assume you have a ship out here?" He looked back to some of the slaves and wondered, Was she planning on taking them with?

[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Objective: Fight
Location: Somewhere outside the palace.
Objective: Take the palace
[2/18]

He chuckled, red lightsaber easily cutting through a pair of battle droids blocking his path. He eyed Nyx for a moment, swinging the lightsaber in his left hand. He could of easily cut her down while she was distracted, but something was stopping him. He shook his head, instead imagining hatred, causing small sparks to dance across his already red fingertips. Slowly he caused the sparks to jump higher, longer and faster. Staring at a small group of battle droids he flicked out his left hand, the sparks becoming bright bolts of lightning as they chained from battle droid to battle droid.

The more they killed, the more showed up. They could waste all day fighting battle droids and you could bet more'd show up. They needed to push forward towards the palace. He watched as two of the Scream Squad men fell, and instantly Jardo was there, beheading a few droids. He knew what he needed to do, and he knew he needed to do it soon. Attuning his com link to all the men pushing for the palace he stopped for a moment before finally giving the word. "We need to move forward. Leave your troops here and push for the gates! Stay behind me and Nyx and keep shooting!"

[member="Nyx"]
[member="Tiali Orazio"]
[member="Ka-Aver"]
@Other Palace Fighters

 

[Aithne Charr]

Location: Slaver Camp Besh
Objective: Ensure the extermination of the slavers and hutts, well 'arrest' them.
Enemy or ally of the Hutt Cartel: Enemy to all
What ship(-s) you are controlling (if any): None but the Corvette that got us here.
Any NPC forces with you: 50 Shadow Legionnaires
Direct Opposition/nearby people: [member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
Post count: 2/20

Solan smiled as he closed off all connections and looked to his side before bringing up the Comm once more. "Shadow Legion and Spectre, get into position."

This would be easy, as his voice continued on. "Riflemen, Shocks, and Medics, take up your position in the most secure place, im sure the slavers had bunkers some where.If you find and slaves, or slavers, you know how to handle it. Snipers and Support, stay on the outskirts and pick off anything coming for us. Anti-" His voice was broken off by the sound of something in his ear. The ships in orbit were sending something down, what though they could not say from the two patrol ships that had brought him here.

"New plan, orders remain, but anti tank, demo, and heavy weapons. I need you set up somewhere high and ready incase those are troops. You will spare no ammo and remove what ever is coming at us... Just to be sure though." He paused and changed the frequency so that he was in contact with the two Dire-class patrol ships that had brought them to this planet in the first place. "Spectre and Shade, i request Immediate change of location and for you to take to the air. Send the dropships and gunships ahead of yourself so that we are not sitting ducks. And keep my updated on the distance of what ever was coming down."

The benefit of their location would be the Dire-Class Patrol crafts would be here long before bombers, due to the fact they did not have to worry about reentry, something that if taken to quickly would cause the loss of the Hutt pilots lives. This was good as by the time the bombers would even pierce the atmosphere it would be too late. But all in the sport of things, his pattrol crafts kept him updated as they took position over the camp. "Sir, Enemy is not slowing, i suspect they are strike craft."

"Ready Torpedos Spectre, timed delay of ten seconds, fire when the enemy is out by twenty, do not waste them. Gunships, prepare all anti strike craft weapons for combat, gunners most importantly. Dropship crews, drop down the walkers from the Dire's cargo bay. They may be old ones but we will need them if this is whats happening... oh and get me one of the portable shield generators that i brought along, we are going to bring them to us." Now he waited for the bombers to fly right to their death, it was the cyborg's move now.