Untouched Riches [Black Sun]

[Zef Halo]

COMMAND BRIDGE, THE RED HAND
HOLLASTIN SYSTEM


Black Sun rises.

The Red Hand drifted through space with the world of Hollastin filling quickly the canvas that was the viewscreen of the command bridge. Following behind were the rest of the Suns of Darkness. Goal clear as the sky at night - the 'requisition' of Hollastin. A strategic planet serving as a port of call for many a ships heading in and out of Hutts Space.

"The Smuggling Lords? What an onanstic moniker." Rohak scoffed at his first mate Karl The Herglic. "They haven't been paying the Hutts 'protection' fees?"

"Not at all."

"This close to the Hutts and the slugs ain't batting an eye?"

"They're getting complacent, I guess." Karl said.

"Nah, Hutts never get complacent, Karl. Remember that." Rohak pointed out.

A muffled chattered grew louder before the reason for it came to the ears of the dar'manda captain.

"We've been target locked, Captain." Karl reported.

"Who the feth's dumb eno- a Star Destroyer??" Rohak frowned at the tactical screen before him.

"How the hell do a bunch of smugglers get their hands on a star destroyer, let alone operate it." Karl groaned.

"Explains why the Hutts haven't been knocking much on their door."

"Uh-huh. Multiple vessels are arriving in orbit from the planet, Captain. Orders?"

"So they will be trying to resist, huh? Get in a contact with the rest of the Suns, Karl."

"And say what, Cap'n, it's a bloody Star Destroyer."

"Tell them...we go straight for the head of the snake." Rohak coldly stated. "Cut it and the rest will obey."

"You are not seriou-"

"Did I stutter, Karl. Alert the boarding crews to get ready. It's time for some good ol' requisition to happen. Just like old times."

 

[Bruticus]

Command Bridge, the Grievous​

Sitting in his throne like chair Bruticus looked through the screen beholding Hollastin and its defending ships. While some among his bridge crew displayed utter shock at the sight of the unexpected Star Destoryer Bruticus remained outwardly calm. Underneath his skeletal mask however, Kaleesh grinned from ear to ear.

I had not expected those smuggling rats to have this kind of spine. Bruticus concluded with quiet amusement while his Transdosen first mate spoke up with a hiss. “It seems our hosts have a big toy.”

“It won’t save them Falso. Prepare the boarding party. Once the Mandalorian gives the signal full speed ahead.”

The female lizard knowing her leader well after many years nodded. “Aye captain.”
Immediately Falso relayed the order to the rest of the crew through the intercom. The Blood Corsairs were only one part of the Suns of Darkness but they made up for it in ferocity. Today Bruticus fully intended to remind the other Black Sun pirates of that fact.

I refuse to let Vizsla have all the glory.

Taking the left hand to grip his sheathed sword on the side the Corsair captain kept his eyes on the Destoryer off in the distance. The expression of his eyes were like those of a nexu savoring a large prey.