The whip - [hutt cartel dominion over Sleheryon]

[Catalys Maijora]

Objective: Run away!
Location: Outside of the slave camp.
[06/20]

Catalys felt the wind push past him as they continued running, he was glad to hear she had a ship and that they weren't merely wandering aimlessly in an effort to escape the bombs. Still; he wished things would've been a bit more straight forward--traditional evac procedures, but she seemed like a civilian. "It's not my home, I have no place to be here." She answered quite simply. As for her, he did not ask why she was here but gathered it had something to do with freeing slaves and the like.

His eyes wandered to the clouds, fleets above were clashing in a brilliant display of warfare. The awe was fear to most, however, as their homes were destroyed by the falling bombs. For the slaves this was their saving grace and for Catalys? It was an opportunity...
[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location: Forest east of the slave camp

Objective: Get to the ship

Enemy of the Hutt Cartel

Ship: Modified Corellian Blockade Runner

NPC: 3 Crew members running the ship, 15 slaves, with another 30 waiting in the ship

Posts: 9

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

The firefight continued above and behind them. At least they weren't in the thick of it anymore with each minute they travelled. She kept them all at a good pace, glad that no one was lagging behind. These were not weak slaves but ones that had a fair amount of ...well training.

"I don't think any of us consider this home. Who is invading? Do you know?" They were now about 15 minutes away from her ship. All was going well so far as they met no resistance.

 

[Ka-Aver]

Location: palace
Objective: take palace
Npc: 74 heavy enforcers
Post 10/20
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Ka-Aver and two of the enforcers were turning the com room up side down. They could not really figure out if there was anything of value in there. But then, one of the enforcers stopped.

"Eh, Captain, you might want to take a look at this..." he pointed toward one of many monitors in the room.

Ka-Aver stepped forward and placed his hands on the desk in front of the monitor. What was this - he figured and leaned in.

A hangar, slaves rushing to fill up the cargo hold of a luxuary cruiser.

"Of courze..." he mumbled and quickly eyed the other monitors, trying to map where the hangar was located. Once he had a general idea he opened a com channel to any cartell forces in a near proximity.

"Thiz be Ka-Aver, found a zecurity room. The zlave leaderz are running for itz. Lookz like they are packing to escape in a hangarz to the south of the palaze. Guezzing theze droidz are juzt to zlow uz down..."

[member="Jardo Snow"]
[member="Nyx"]
[member="Tiali Orazio"]
[member="Hakora Vex"]
[member="Thrukk Gulpdar"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Location: The Palace!
Objective: Stop those ships!
Npcs: All Dead
Post 5/18

He heard Ka'Aver explain about the hangers at the same time he was formulating a plan. "I'll handle those hangers, keep fighting! If I don't get back, Keep Fighting!" he shouted down his comlink, already ducking from the battle. He managed to behead a few droids as he did though, so that was a plus.

Darting through the palace Jardo threw droids aside, he cut droids down and he jumped droids. He knew what his plan was, and to be fair it was stupid and probably destroy the hanger of this place. He shook his head, continuing to cut down droids as he ran. After a while of droid beheading he made it, the hanger.

He laughed, watching as the slavers were busy trying to get onto the ships. He laughed and watched as all heads turned on him. "I'm afraid to say this but you won't be getting out of here tonight" Jardo told them, using the force to push two of the ships into the fuel barrels to the side of them. The fire started, but this was only the beginning. He used the force to slam the hanger door closed, moving forward and brutally slaying the slavers. When he was finished all you'd see were heads, beheaded slavers in pools of blood. The fire was dying down, just embers remaining.

"And that's why you don't mess with me"

[member="Ka-Aver"]

 

[Ka-Aver]

Locationalace
Objective: loot stuff
NPC: 74 heavy enforcers spread out in the palace
Post 11
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Ka-Aver kept his eyes on the monitor for a while. He heard [member="Jardo Snow"] and could first handed watch as he made his way through the palace corridors and into the hangar. What happened then was amazing. That fellow sure knows how to make an entrance...

Shaking it off Ka-Aver decided that Jardo was handling the problem. He instead flipped through security cameras across the palace. A garage, a suite, a jail, barracks, some sort of pool area...

There, the weequay had found what he was looking for. The armory. Grinning he turned and rushed out, eager to get there before anyone else.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Bridge of the Bastion
Objective: Testing, is this on?
Allies: [member="Solan Charr"]
Enemies: [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

"Incoming projectiles, unknown type but some sort of missile," a sensor officer said.

Point defense fire and flak came up to intercept the missiles, while the fighter screen that had been deployed when to take a closer look at one of them flying towards the Bastion. According to the cams and sensors, they were picking up some sort of hollow missile with an explosive warhead on the end for some sort of penetration effect. Intriguing, and . . . somewhat familiar to a follower of history.

"Open all guns upon the starboard Hutt cruiser," she ordered even as one missile got through the defenses. Those would need to be tweaked in the future. As the missile got close to the armor, it went to impact and stuck into the armor, releasing its payload of six buzz droids into a solid layer of capital-class armor. The external and internal security sensors were picking up...

"Buzz droids?" she said, her eyebrow raising. "How many?"

"Six, Master Raaf," the captain said. "They're in an armor layer, but we don't anticipate too much damage."

"That's because buzz droids are for smaller vessels and starfighters," she said, scratching her chin as every gun on the Bastion opened up on one of the Half Fallen cruisers. She wondered how well it would hold up to such a barrage. "Against larger vessels, buzz droids just don't have the equipment to cut through the armor or effect the systems or panic the crew. Maybe if they were upgraded versions? Activate the laser grid in the air ducts and let security know to deal with the pests."

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Locationalace
Objective: Regroup with Others
Post 6

Tiali stands among disfigured, decapitated and amputated bloody mess of slavers and palace guards on the top floor he begins to make his way down the stairs, taking down some guards on the way down to find the Hutt cartel Already has possession of the area.

Walking down the main stairs He says loud enough for most to hear "Good morning! How is everything going?" He approaches [member="Ka-Aver"] looking at the same security camera's he was looking at "So what are you looking for ka?"

 

[Ka-Aver]

Location: Palace
Objective start looting
Post Count 12
NPC 74 Heavy enforcers spread out in the Palace.
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Ka-Aver almost rushed into [member="Tiali Orazio"] as he hurried out of the security room. He blinked and let out some pheromones out of instinct.

"eh... helloez Tiali. Me waz juzt ... eh... doing zecurity ztuff... youz knowz... " the weequay sighed heavily. He was terrible at chit chating his way out of situations like this.

"Alrightz.... found the armory in the cellar level. heading there to find me zome loot. Zlaverz have good head for ztrange weaponz... he winked at Tiali.

"Thiz plaze iz falling apart - zaw [member="[/COLOR][COLOR=rgb(255,255,0)]jardo snow"] had ztarted butchering the zlave leaderz and [member="Nyx"] iz here. Me figurez we already won. No? Zo time to get payment, right? Huttz dont mind, me only get better gear to zerve better." Ka-Aver nodded to ensure both him and Tiali of this idea.

Ka-Aver grinned some and pointed down the hallway to a elevator located near by. He liked killing but apart from drinking looting was very fun. Especially at this time when one did not really know what to expect.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Location: On They Way To Slaver Barracks - Crashed Near The Forest.
Objective: Strorm Slaver Barracks
Allies: Hutt Cartel And Co
Enemies: Anyone Who Oppose Him.
Ship: BT-7 Thunderclap
NPC: Only Crew Of The Thunderclap.
Post count: 2

The lights flared up in the cockpit of the BT-7 Thunderclap. "Cap'n! We gots a missile inbound!" The pilot called out. Cadan had just enough time to reach a seat before a missile from the firefight above plunged into the rear of the ship, causing the ship to collide with the ground.

From the wreck, Cadan climbed out, leaving who ever might still be alive inside. He managed to collect his equipment. He now stood, onto of the wreck surveying the area.

Cadan wore Red Raven Shot Caller Armor, the armor looked like it was kept in the best condition, with only a few cuts and scrapes on it, it also had The Jackals logo on the left breast plate. Wrapping itself around his armor was a brown trench coat, the coat itself was once a fine piece of fabric, but now it was almost as run down as an old slave. The coat was severely burnt and carried multiple bullet holes and stains. Strapped to his right thigh was a DL-18, the words "Sunshine" could bee seen sketched into the handle. He wore two wrist mounted weapons, on his left wrist a M99 Rocket system and on his right a CZ Wrist-Mounted Flame Projector. A Red Raven Gauss Rifle equipped with an Augmented Shooting Tool, was strapped around Cadan's back via leather strap.

From his view he could make a large column of people all running together. The people seemed to be slaves. Maybe he could capture them and bring them to Sempra. With that said Cadan began to move towards them.

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Catalys Maijora"]

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Objective: Just keep running...
Allies: [member="Lady Kay"]
Enemies: N/A
[07/20]

Catalys actually did know who was invading the world, but she didn't know that he knew. "No idea," he spoke just the same as he did before, "but I don't know how happy they'll be to find two strangers in the mix." His eyes narrowed towards the path ahead before he tilted his head back to make sure they weren't being followed. Then again it was difficult telling who was a slave and who wasn't; in all the Chaos someone could've easily slipped into the group.

Pushing the paranoia out his current thoughts, the agent's heart raced as they continued forward. "How much further?" He just had to ask... Someone could be waiting for them, someone could attack them, or worse the two of them could wind up in a scenario that didn't suit either of their purposes.

Until then, he just had to keep running.

[member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Ordan Vosk]

Location: Sleheryon, Tibanna Gas Factory
Objective D
Ally of the Hutt Cartel
Forces: Nobody they're dead now
4/20

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...the entrance to the lift was shut and the journey up towards the control center of the Tibanna Gas Factory had begun. Ordan performed a weapons check, loading a fresh clip of ammunition into his Obliterator SMG in the process and the Mercenaries accompanying him would have done likewise. All three of them shared looks, Ordan had explained that when the doors to the lift slid wide the fighting would get hot and heavy. There would be no room for mistakes, less room for mercy they all needed to go in weapons blazing hoping to catch the Slavers by surprise. It didn't take long before a familiar -ding- was heard indicating that they'd reached the control center and the doors to the lift slid open...

...almost instantly gunfire broke out. One of the Mercenaries with Ordan had his head snapped backwards, his brain blowing out the other side of his skull to paint a grisly mural across the back of the lift. A Barricade ahead of them was used by the Slavers built out of desks and other loose furniture to give them some cover. The Obliterator chewed through the barricade when Ordan pulled the trigger, several of the Slavers hiding behind cover were ripped apart and the Enforcer charged out of the lift screaming bloody murder..."RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"...he sounded half mad, feral as he swallowed his fear and ran into the fray. There were several ricochets off his Kraken Armor. Vision was blurry by the time he'd charged into the thick of it but someone Ordan knew he'd put himself in a bad way tactical even as he continued to fire his weapon into anything moving...

...bullets and blaster fire filled the control room, spraying everywhere and then time seemed to slow down as though it were moving at a quarter speed. Adrenaline must have been effecting Ordan's mind. Then suddenly a wave of concussion force spread out like an explosion driving itself away from Ordan's body and into the surrounding area. When the wave came into contact with anything it was thrown into the air, bashed around and then left prone on the floor. The Force Wave had been activated on instinct, washing outwards from Ordan's body until it dissipated entirely leaving bodies in its wake and destroying the barricade that the Slavers had erected. When Ordan came to his senses he fell onto his hands and knees gasping for breath...

...during all the fighting, riding high on adreneline, Ordan hadn't noticed that he'd been shot several times. Once in the leg, stomach and the back over his right shoulder. A lot of grazes too. Now that he'd come to his senses it hurt a lot and he'd be heard gasping out..."Feth."...drool leaked from his mouth while he was down on hands and knees, his chest rose and fell heavily then he finally picked himself up, erecting his body while staying down on his knees. The Mercenaries that came with him were both dead, ones brains were on the back of the lift and the other looked like he'd been killed in the gunfight. Ordan shook his head, he reached out for the Obliterator which he'd dropped and now lay nearby, then he'd crawl towards the comms panel in the control center. Leaning down beside the comms station he'd have taken a mic in his hand, activated it to the correct frequency and said..."Inform the Hutts we've taken this factory."...then he let the mic slide out of his hand as he slumped against the console and let himself relax just a little bit...​

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location: Forest east of the slave camp

Objective: Get to the ship

Enemy of the Hutt Cartel

Ship: Modified Corellian Blockade Runner

NPC: 3 Crew members running the ship, 15 slaves, with another 30 waiting in the ship

Posts: 10

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

Kay knew that in situations like this, having it easy was always an illusion. She'd been through that many times before, most recently at the White Palace where she had rescued some slaves in what seemed like an easy operation, yet many more were slaughtered right in front of her as punishment. And there was nothing that she could do about it.

She heard a crash in the forest that didn't seem too far off from them. But it was behind them, so at least her ship so far appeared to be safe. Kay had to take a bit of a breather though, so she slowed down. She wasn't as physically fit as the slaves and the soldier. There was a creek nearby and given the amount of foot traffic by the edge, the previous two groups had stopped to get a drink. Good.

"Everyone have some water. We're nearly there." She went to the edge and knelt down, scooping up some water in her cupped hands and drank from it. Kay then answered the soldier's previous question. "We're about ten minutes out. We should see it soon."

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Location: Sleheryon space
Objective: space battle
Ally of the cartel: duh...
Post: 12
Fleet

Spoiler

1x Heavy hutt carrier
1x Kossak Destroyer -Npc captain

Npc forces

Spoiler

15 000 cartel thugs

With the Cartel ships facing a brutal enemy in [member="Taeli Raaf"] and the Bastion the hutt fleet was suffering severe casualties, unexpected and most unwanted. The Hutt Destroyer captained by none less then the infameous [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] was more or less the only ship capable of resisting the immense fire power of the republic capital ship.

This would open up a corridor most needed for their allies, [member="Lady Kay"] and [member="Solan Charr"], to escape the planet as the former rulers were one slave master or war lord were yelding to the planetside cartel forces.

At this time space above Sleheryon warped yet again and a huge shape exited hyperspace just next to the main cartel fleet.

With a growl Sempras immense command throne turned inside the bridge of the Supreme Jewel. The gigantic carrier had its heavy shielding come online straight away as hundreds of turrets turned their attention to the enemies of the cartel.

"Exterminate any resistance, blocade the planet. Do not allow anything to escape. These are my slaves. This is my world. Let us finish this affair now." he ordered with a dark rumbling voice echoing across the cartel com.

With that a hundred crafts, hutt bombers, pack masters and half engine fighters swarmed out of the carriers hangars heading toward the Bastion and her escort ships. They were accompanied with the covering fire of yet another Kossak destroyers fire. At the same time a second swarm of cartel shuttles started to dart between the carrier and the planet, carrying thousands of cartel thugs, to reinforce the surface efforts.

Spoiler

[member="Nyx"]
[member="Thanith Gumara"]
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
[member="Taeli Raaf"]
[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Solan Charr"]
[member="Tiali Orazio"]
[member="Thrukk Gulpdar"]
[member="Hakora Vex"]
[member="Ordan Vosk]
@ anyone else in here

 

[Azula Tindara]

Thrukk was a big fan of giving people a fair chance. Plenty of the slavers were in decent physical shape. Few of them had the loyalty to die for one coin-master over another. And so, with the last few enforcers that had surrendered, Thrukk had decided to hold trials.

There was an audible crack as he made a fist and stretched his knuckles. He walked up and down the line of mercenaries, each of them on their knees with their hands tied behind their backs. He'd found a nice open clearing between some trees.

"Reit lads. we're gonnae hae some fin. who's up fur some fin?"

They didn't look up for some fun as he towered over them. Putting a cigarra out in the palm of his metal hand, he then walked slowly backwards away from the line. He untied the armour plate across his chest and nodded to the Hutt soldier. "Two at a time!"

"C'mon then!" he called, waving them on. The first charged straight at him wildly, the second saw his opportunity and bolted for the treeline. Thrukk's left hand came crashing down on the head of the first, and there was a single shot fired at the second from one of the Hutt mercs.

"Och 'at was pathetic," Thrukk sighed. He checked the nearest human. Stone dead from a single blow, his neck having given way.

"Next!" he called. These two looked a better bet. They came at him slowly, fists raised. The first swung a punch that he blocked with a forearm the width of a human torso. The second, a more wiry Rodian, darted in and delivered a painful blow to the ribs.

"That's mair loch it!" Thrukk called, before shooting forward far quicker than the pair expected. A single headbutt knocked the rodian out stone cold. "We're keepin' tha' one!" he shouted.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Location: On They Way To Slaver Barracks - Crashed Near The Forest.
Objective: Strorm Slaver Barracks
Allies: Hutt Cartel And Co
Enemies: Anyone Who Oppose Him.
Ship: (Wrecked) BT-7 Thunderclap
NPC: All Dead Or Dying
Post count: 3

Almost as an after though Cadan activated a small homing beacon, letting all of the small fighters know that he was in the area. He swung around his gauss rifle an held it at the ready, he saw the group disappear into the forest and he had no idea where they went.

Cadan's helmet flicked back, revealing a mean, burnt and battled scared face. As he neared the area he lost sight of the group he began to looked down to the ground. Cadan wasn't the best trackor but a party of that size had left a mark on the ground. In some parts the ground was soft and foot prints had embedded themselves into it. Other parts a small piece of thread was caught and left dangling.

The hunter had picked up the scent. Now he had to follow it.

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Catalys Maijora"]

 

[Nyx]

Location: Palace
Objective: Find a good drink.
Ally of the Hutt Cartel
Ship: N/A
NPC: N/A
Post Count: 12/20

Nyx sighed as Cartel thugs swarmed the palace, the slavers all but eradicated.​

This had been a very tiring day, and she decided she needed a drink.​

She roamed the halls, looking for the kitchen. When she found it, she strolled inside, looking for her target.​

She found a bottle on the counter, and smashed the top.​

She raised it just above her mouth, careful not to cut her mouth.​

The liquid streamed into her mouth, and she smiled contently.​

This was the perfect end to a job, she thought as she leaned against the wall, steadily draining the bottle.​

 

[Azula Tindara]

[member="Nyx"]

A paw roughly the size of a human head slammed into the space between Nyx's ribs. Fortunate that the "friendly pat on the back" was delivered whilst the bottle was not on her lips, given the force applied.

"Thes is wa Ah loch ye lot. Yoo brin' me tae aw th' best fights!" he exclaimed. Somehow, he'd found a two-gallon pitcher and filled it with ale. His arms were covered in burn marks and scratches. One gash that ran across the top of his shoulder have been quickly re-stitched, the surface of the skin around it still glistening from the application of bacta.

"Sae ye fightin' frae th' ridge, wi' yer shiny sword an' aw. Nicr wark!" he said, slurring his speech slightly. He'd managed to down seventeen pints of ale relatively quickly. "Dornt suppose yoo'd caur fur a smoke?"

 

[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: [4/20]


Thanith listened as both the Communications Officer and the Navigation officer at the same time announced the presence of a new fleet [member="Sempra the Hutt"].

"Hold position." "Look at what they are doing................. they are firing on the slaver fleet and their support." "Plot the new fleets location and movements adjust fire accordingly."

Thanith looked at the various read outs streaming on enemy contacts friendly vessel location and arches of fire.

"Commander plot a firing solution." "First the Ion Torpedo followed by the Anti-matter torpedo." "Time to make a statement." "Focus on the largest enemy vessel in range."

Thanith smiled. He had been wanting to see exactly what the ship could do. No time like the presence and beside if it went horribly wrong it was the Cartel's problem as it was their world after all.

"Commander you my fire when ready."

 

[Nyx]

Location: Palace kitchen.
Objective: Survive drinking with [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"].
Ally of the Hutt Cartel
Ship: N/A
NPC: N/A
Post Count: 13/20

Nyx coughed as she tried to recover from the friendly pat on the back.​

She barely listened as Thrukk congratulated her on a good fight.​

His accent was difficult to understand, especially with him drinking, but not impossible.​

She shook her head at his offer of a smoke.​

"No, no, that's alright. I don't smoke."​

She took another drink from the broken bottle.​

"We did good today. Damn good."​

 

[Azula Tindara]

[member="Nyx"]

"Ah, wit a shame!" Thrukk exclaimed, as he looked for somewhere to place his drink. Stepping forward and ducking under a light, he flipped a table back upright. He placed the drink down, and pulled up a pair of chairs for himself, easily filling them both with his bulk.

The match hissed as he drew it down the side of the packet. Such an odd thing, a match. A galaxy of laser swords, magic and robots, and here he was, lighting a cigarra with a wooden match. Glorious. He took a few puffs before blowing a huge smoke right.

"Ye should! Few things better than a smoke efter a guid barnie. Want a seat, ur are ye one ay those solemn types 'at likes some peace efter a barnie?" he asked, nodding to the chair opposite him.