Utinnis and Bikinis (Wide open)

[Chevu Visz]

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Location: Gos Hutta​

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Chevu Visz, Jedi Marshall of the New Jedi Order, hadn't the slightest idea how she let the fiery redheaded Jedi, [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] talk her into this mission on Gos Hutta in Hutt Cartel space. The only saving grace of being stuffed into a degrading set of floss ribbons known as a slave bikini...

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...was the fact that wearing it would be worth the degradation if the Galactic Alliance could free a good deal of slaves and put some abhorrent Hutt slavers behind bars. Marshall Visz had been a slave for a short time for a particular nasty slug named Blerga and before she was rescued, she’d had worn a similar gilded accouterment. It was a slimy, silver trail, one which she never again wanted to tread, yet, here she was.

There was a Gos Huttan slave ring the two powerful Force adepts were set on infiltrating, Devaronian slavers mostly. They were said to be the most dangerous slave ring on the planet, second only to the Hutt Cartel itself, but since that distinction was made by the Devaronians themself, it wasn't too much of a concern for the Jedi Knight. The two women landed dirtside via shuttle, where a vehicle was waiting for them. Chevu drove the speeder and Tionne had the passenger’s seat. It felt a bit Thelma and Louise, but with much more skin and no cliffs.

“There is no way I’m going to be able to hide a saber in this thing.” Chevu complained to her russet haired partner as she made a hairpin turn. The plan was to park the speeder a few miles away from the encampment, entrench themselves as dancing girls, and then make slavers cry. Had Tionne herself ever done anything like this before? Force only knew.

[member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Varro Shatterstar"] [member="Vinskk Revamp"] [member="Raka the Hutt"] [member="Goros the Hutt"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] @Hutt Cartel

Spoiler

All are welcome to try and stop us or help us. Tagged Hut Cartel because we're in your territory; you're welcome to join but in no way obliged

 

[Rapax]

Rapax took a speeder to the main city of Gos Hutta, He comes to hutt space every now and then for fresh slaves to either practice on or help around with his other tasks.....he walked around the city and looked over the various slaves the slavers where presenting for auction. He was looking for strong slaves for his work he wanted slaves who can handle what he will be putting them through and not die in 5 minutes... He had a few possible candidates however the slave traffic was still early so he waited for it to pick up the pace a little on this matter.

[member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Armand Temi]

The Zygerrian slaver, Aava Sasithorn, had landed on Gos Hutta for two reasons. She was interested in buying a new ship to replace her ancient slave freighter, the Jewel of Drukarg, an Aurore-class vessel. And then she planned to meet one of the leading slave gangs, a group of violent Devaronians who had a slave encampment not too far from the starship trading depot where she assessed the different ship models. Her ship was barely a jewel anymore - it was more like a rough and ragged pebble at this point, but she saw nothing incredibly appealing in this Gos Hutta hangar either.

With a tap of her claws on her datapad, Aava pulled up the map to the encampment.

The Zygerrian slaver didn't care to purchase slaves today or to sign a contract with the Devaronians. She wanted to get closer to the infamous Hutt Cartel. But with no direct contacts, this had proved to be difficult. Aava wore an armored breastplate for protection and carried her shock whip and a DC-15 side arm blaster bought from a Zygerrian smuggler before she left her home planet.

Spoiler

Aava headed towards the Devaronians on foot, but with ambition on her mind. Since she was exiled from Zygerria, she needed to build back up her own slaving company and she was certain that the Hutt Cartel would help her do this.

[member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Varro Shatterstar"] [member="Vinskk Revamp"] [member="Raka the Hutt"] [member="Goros the Hutt"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] [member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

This auction seemed to be a factory of fear and oppression. As it should be for organics. With a dark black cloak obscuring his form and a hood covering his head the droid was mostly obscured, the slight almost inaudible whine of servos as it walked through the alleys of Gos Hutta the clearest indicator that the machine was just that. The red photoreceptor gazed out from beneath the hood watching, observing from the shadows. Agamemnon was here for his own purposes, unbeknownst to his Creator, and unsanctioned. Surely there would be one among the rabble that was sold that could be of use. A new Creator to replace the old... the one that asserted dominance. He needed to be replaced eventually.

The Droid looked on, its sensors and scanners checking all of the rabble of this planet that it cast its gaze upon, analyzing them, searching for obvious threats and those that would be most likely to start trouble. Logarithms flashed through the droid's brain as it watched and waited, calculating the best course of action should a fight occur. Like any predator, the lone droid was alert, waiting for its prey to arrive. Purchase slaves... no. Purchases were what fools did when they could not take what they needed.

And so Agamemnon watched from the dark corners overlooking the slave pits.

[member="Aava Sasithorn"] [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Darth Rapax"]

 

[Kiyron]

It was strange, being out here in Hutt space. No Republic comms. No issued gear. No exfil plan since there was nobody to pull him out in case of emergency. Just himself, the armor he'd cobbled together, and his own personal gear. The two pistols were holstered at his side, the bolter slung over his shoulder, and the sniper rifle disassembled and secured in his bag, also slung across his shoulder. To the inhabitants of the city, he was nothing but another freelance soldier. Which technically, he was. Then the cybernetics were new too. He still wasn't used to them, even as basic and close to true hands and arm could be. He could hear them, very softly, but definitely hear them, beneath the ringing in his ears that always remained.

The Devaronians would probably hire him, but he'd slit their throats before working for slavers. He didn't give the majority of his life fighting to protect the freedom of the innocent against the Sith Empire and One Sith to work for slavers. He'd never fall that low and only the fact he was alone kept him from vigilante justice already. No, that was not his responsibility now. Others would have to handle that. Right now, he needed to survive. That was the hard part.

 

[Bsssk]

Location: Inside.
Mission: Enforce FFE's share of the profits.

[member="Goros the Hutt"] had lost much control over the slave trade since his usual illusive nature had taken him out of the public eye, behind the scenes of course a private war was being fought to retake it, through backroom deals, and other methods, that was why Bsssk was here.

Bsssk never went anywhere alone, certainly not this close to his home, for FFE’s headquarters was one of the lesser used planets of the system, which shall remain nameless for the more adept Jedi mindreaders appearing in the crowd! One of three Lieutenants that Goros used to run his operations, Bsssk represented the muscle, with (Lady blue) [member="Tadietti Tann"] his main slave runner and [member="Sere Reene"] his weapons manufacturer and trader, all independent operators they hardly ever appeared together, today was a rare day that lady blue was in the same city at all, even if she was a distance away yet.

The muscle today was in the usual and all too familiar FFE form of about 6 lethal noghri commando's, about twice as many trandoshans, as well as always some rodian slicers milling about out of view, all kitted out heavily with FFE weapons, durasteel armor and shields, as always when they were trying to make a point.

Today that point was none too subtle, hey were back, give us a cut. That was what was not being said, but both sides of this meeting knew enough to know the passing pleasantries by the red zeltron at the front of Bsssk’s group, were merely masking the real meaning of him being here. As for Bsssk he was a walking tank, with armor, exotic weapons, shields, gauntlets and more shields, indeed he almost looked like a walking tank by his towering size. By the way he was eyeing the negotiator, the reptilians patience with negotiations it seemed would not last forever.

FFE's main ship, a heavy frigate in orbit was communicated with to give them an update, this was FFE’s home turf, if the slavers really wanted to push the point in holding up negotiations, things could certainly get messy.

Spoiler

If this is combat Bsssk will stay, if its non combat [member="Tadietti Tann"] will eventually take over, as she's the slaver.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Rathe Thorn had been working tirelessly to gain a reputation among the stars, but nothing was going. The Hapan knew he wanted stay clear of doing business with slugs, but nothing else had worked. Coming to the end of himself, he was going to do what everyone did once they realized the slugs monopolized everything in their territory, sell his soul to them. One day he'd break free, but until then, he was going to have to take their contracts.

He was dressed like any spacer He was not the most impressive looking pirate, but what poor man ever was. Thorn needed work, and he wasn't going to be picky who gave it to him anymore. His jacket was a nice canvas heavy weight to keep him warm, but the planet seemed too humid for it. He left it in the old shack of a room he was renting. His side arm was firmly attached to his thigh holster, and a smaller weapon was on a shoulder holster. Thorn wasn't going to be caught unarmed in Hutt space.

Taking to the street, Thorn was off to find work from the Hutts. He sighed knowing this isn't what he really wanted to be doing. Hopefully he'd luck out and find someone that could offer him work before he had to sell himself out. He had no ship so whatever the Hutts gave him would only indebt him further, something he wanted to avoid.

"Well let's hope this goes well..."

 

[Armand Temi]

As Aava came closer to the encampment, she noticed a small cantina to the side of the road, most likely there to capture the attention of slaver buyers and sellers like herself. Smugglers and mercenaries would fill up the void. Her boots kicking up the dust as she made a pivot towards the cantina, she pulled her tunic down over her sidearm and whip, so that they weren't openly visible. The sun was high, making the day too warm, especially for a being who had a thin coat of fur on their body as Aava did. Furthermore, she enjoyed spirits very much. Making a detour into the small, squat cantina didn't require a second thought.

The Zygerrian sidled up to the bar, ordering a Red Dwarf. While she waited for her drink she scanned the smoky room. A Mon Calamari bumped against her and she said, "Hey, watch it."

"Sorry," he said, nervously looking around. "I hear the Hutt Cartel is in town, and it makes me jumpy." He scuttled away, and Aava muttered after him, "That's right, squid boy, you keep walking."

The cat snorted which came out almost as a growl. Fearful fishman! If the Hutt Cartel was in town, this would be her lucky day! Maybe she could skip the blasted Devaronians altogether and secure a contract with the slugs. It would certainly be more lucrative than whatever small-time operation was going on in Gos Hutta. Aava turned to the bartender, an Ugnaught who moved around behind the bar on some kind of hover sled. So there would be no dispute that she was looking for information, she put a credit chit down in front of them both.

"Is he right? Is the Hutt Cartel nearby?"

The Ugnaught grunted and said, "Vinskk Revamp is supposed to be coming by to collect a debt."

Aava tapped her claw to her chin. She drank down one more Red Dwarf and then took her place at an empty table to wait for the Slave Master of the Hutt Cartel to walk through the door. Hopefully this wasn't just a rumor. Aava did not intend to pay for gossip and half-truths.

[member="Vinskk Revamp"] [member="Thorn"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The fact that a one time student, and his current apprentice were on this world was not of any knowledge to Coren. He was here because sometimes, just sometimes, the man had to put away his Alliance military uniform, and sneak off the reservation. The Tachyon Rising was a known constant at one point in certain shadowports. Even nowadays, on missions when the Underground was looking for supplies and the like, the ship would make its appearances. But today? Today he was out here on his own.

Not to say that that he had the time, but he was chasing a lead down. The man had contacts, and what he was looking for was a supplier. There were certain weapons that the Alliance couldn’t condone purchasing. Now was the time to secure those, or at least secure the sales people to make sure it worked for the Alliance, and not against.

Still, the man had found himself saddled up to a bar on Gos Hutta and sipping a whiskey, listening to the spacers talk their tales about escaping from the Techno Union patrols, or some garbage. The Union had been worse before, Coren wasn’t sure what they were doing now, but it still wasn’t a place for a pilot like him to be. Maybe they could liberate the Naboo from the Union.

Or he could just work on waiting for someone who had word about the people with the guns.

[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Tionne Thanewulf"]

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

The rumors were indeed true.

A smaller guard, consisting of 3 Trandoshan mercenaries, walked into the dingy cantina, followed by Liam Darkgear, a slaver of ill repute in his own right, before the scaly Slaver King himself entered. The Trandoshans quickly went through the cantina, securing the small establishment against any immediate threats while the two important figures walked to a booth, seemingly in the middle of some sort of arguement.

"This place has the best Red Dwarfs on this side of Gos Hutta, boss! I'd swear on it!"

"Dear Liam, this shack is hardly fitting for a figure of my reputation."

"C'mon, boss. Don't be so stiff on me. You used to love places like this."

The Trandoshan silently hissed, then blinked, long and hard.

"Fine. One drink. Just because you did such a 'good' job on 'collecting' from those Devorians."

The two chuckled at this, for reasons not known to the other patrons. Darkgear smiled wickedly, shaking his head from side to side.

"His horns were hard to take off! C'mon, you know how rooted those little chits are. I nearly broke the pliers. And, damn, that motherkarker could scream. I would've expected him to have more balls. Oy, barkeep! Two Red Dwarfs!"

Vinskk clicked at that last comment, licking his teeth hungrily. The pair took a seat in the back corner, flanked by the three mercenaries, forming an impressive shield. Those idiotic Devorians thought that they could cut the Hutts out of profit. Silly little part-timers. They got what was owed to them, and then some, personally.

It was time to celebrate the earning of blood money briefly before heading on their way.

[member="Aava Sasithorn"]

 

[Varro Shatterstar]

Location: Inside
Allies: Hutt Cartel - addressing [member="Bsssk"] directly
Enemies: All who interfere

"I sense a spark in the force...", Varro said, narrowing his eyes as he watched his datapad carefully, wondering how long all of this was going to take. Yes, he was beginning to become a noticed figure among the Underworld and the Hutt Cartel taking security detail jobs and ensuring slave shipments get settled quickly and as easily as possible. He'd even been pulled in and contracted to be a death dealer for the Cartel in a total takeover of a space station that was deemed incredibly valuable to a certain Hutt named Sempra. Now, though, he was as bored as he could possibly be, his interest only just now piqued when he realized something was amiss.

The darkness whispered to him and warned him of the light that was attempting to pierce the veil of constant shadow. It was something that was certainly perplexing to him, forcing him to read into it as he approached Bsssk and stopped next to him, looking over the squad he'd brought with him and sizing them up each one, wondering if they were going to have trouble with this order of business.

Looking over to Bsssk, Varro finally broke the silence and divulged to him the information he'd just come across, knowing that he might appreciate the heads up. "Something's not right. I have a feeling we're about to have a little spot of trouble soon. I hope they're ready.", he told the reptilian humanoid as he looked from him and back to the others. "They're going to have to take those blasters off of safety soon.", he said as he raised his arms and crossed them above his chest before deciding to have himself a drink. One of the servants he'd brought with him to cater to the guards was standing just a few steps behind him, waiting on orders, which she received when he glanced over his shoulder and spoke to her.

"Find me a Java, Trix.", he told her before she scampered off to find him his refreshment.


Tags: [member="Sempra the Hutt"] - [member="Vinskk Revamp"] - [member="Raka the Hutt"] - [member="Goros the Hutt"] - [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] - [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] - [member="Chevu Visz"] - [member="Agamemnon"] - [member="Aava Sasithorn"] - [member="Darth Rapax"] - [member="Kiyron"] - [member="Bsssk"] - [member="Thorn"] - [member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Watcher Three]

And if they don't dance, then they're no friends of mine.

The line passed through Watcher's mind as his blind eyes passed over the Blazing Chain pirates. Sure, they might've primarily been raiders, but what pirate captain was dumb enough to refuse the large sum of credits that healthy slaves would get? His droid brain absorbed the sight of all the Force energy his mechu deru sight module was picking up, and tagged each individual by the name they had on various public records. Most of the Chains had several on file.

His first attack came as he leapt down from his perch on the roof. The heavy knife blade in the back of his boot heel shot out and neatly hamstrung one of the Force-wielding pirates. Watcher spun out of the way as one of his opponents activated a lightsaber. With a high kick most martial artists would've envied, the boot blade opened a shallow wound that went all the way from the man's waist to his jugular. Finally, he drew his katana and grinned demonically at the spot where he heard the breathing of another two or three pirates.

"Well, my loves, who's next?"

[member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Varro Shatterstar"] [member="Vinskk Revamp"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Aava Sasithorn"] [member="Thorn"] [member="Bsssk"] [member="Agamemnon"] [member="Kiyron"]

 

[Kiyron]

Kiyron paused in the street, watching as a Trandoshan entered the nearby cantina. An important one, by the looks of it, given the number of guards and apparent servants following him and his associates. Interesting. What was someone as important as that doing here in a cantina as dingy as that? His mouth twitched into a smile. The GRIM would likely want to know, but they weren't here and he had no way to contact them now. He'd have to find out why for his own reason. He adjusted the bolter so it was under his cloak for the most part and stepped inside, pausing to let the lower light settings adjust in the helmet.

It was busy here. He strode over to the bar and leaned against next to a man he didn't recognize ([member="Coren Starchaser"]) before ordering a drink. That was another thing. He was never "on duty" or "off duty" to allow for drinking or not. It was all up to him to decide if it was safe or not. Was this safe enough? He considered for a moment.

"Corellian whiskey," That was his answer to his silent question. What else was there to do? He didn't have any enemies as of yet. Didn't really have friends anymore, either. Except for Kei, but he was out somewhere in the galaxy doing Force knew what. He didin't want to contact the man. Not as of yet, anyway. There would be a time for that. As far as defections went, Kei's seemed to go along very well. Now an officer and Jedi Master with the Coalition in the Eastern half of the galctic disc.

He didn't know who the people beside him were and for the most part, that was okay. It's what it meant to be alone. Hopefully they wouldn't stab him in the back while he stood there or anything. He kept his left arm, the completely cybernetic one, ready in case he needed to draw one of the pistols and unload some sonic tensor blasts on folks. With the Trandoshan and guards here, however, he suspected it would be unnecessary. Trouble wouldn't want to happen with them around.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Location: Devaronian slave auction near FFE’s headquarters
Allies: [member="Tionne Thanewulf"]
Enemies: [member="Varro Shatterstar"] [member="Bsssk"] [member="Tadietti Tann"], anyone who wants to play

Tionne looked a little speeder-sick by the time they reached the drop off spot. Chevu was a leadfoot when it came to flying speeders so that wasn't surprising. The plan was to park the speeder a mile away from the pit, then find out where the dancers were being held, and blend in until they could case out the security systems. She had no idea what kind of operation this was. If it was well-organized, with all of the slaves fitted with I.D. chips? Well, they'd have to find some other way to do this. If it was a more haphazard operation, then their plan just might work.

The Mirialan had nowhere to stow any weapons, so she would have to rely on the Force. The Absorb powers that [member="Coren Starchaser"] taught her would come in handy. Plus, she'd been honing her Malacia, and her telekinesis. Her skills weren't chiseled to perfection just yet, but she would work with the assets she had, like the ones just barely fitting into her slave outfit.

"May the Force serve us well," she told the eccentric, russet-haired Jedi Master, with a nod of her pretty green head. Adjusting the straps on her bikini to make sure nothing was poking out, the Mirialan whirled on her heel, moving like a cat, as she crept off in the direction of their quarry. She and Tionne wouldn't arrive together. Chevu would go in first, and then the redhead would arrive at the pits separately.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

A close eye, surveillance. He had taken that to heart, actively taking a role in his own surveillance. He wasn't exactly good friends with the commander of the Galactic Alliance, far from it he suspected. The fact of the matter was that Gabriel, in the eyes of many, would merely be an object. A tool for an advantage not recently claimed, knowledge extracted from the Sith and put in a body willing to use it. And the irony was his inability to connect to it, to see it from the outside in was his strength. To understand it objectively, he could dissect it without ever feeling the pull or temptation of it.

He wasn't sure why they were here, though if the rumors spreading from the drunken lips of briggands and smugglers were any clue, then there was soon to be some form of auction. Gabriel didn't like it. He wouldn't state he hated the slave trade, because he had long left such ideas in a deposed tyrant's body. But he would see it done away with, chipped away like fragments from grand stone. He had recently read a report on the holonet, about a member of the Covenant of the Rose looking to purchase a certain mirialan. He couldn't help but feel the connection there, happy to know that such actions were in the past and hopeful that it wasn't foreshadowing for the future. Though rumors connected with knowledge of a plan, one put in place by the very same Mirialan - at least he suspected that was her. He hadn't had the opportunity to speak with her about it. Who would have thought the auction would be totally separate?

As he approached the bar, face hidden deep beneath a cowl, he pulled it down and sat next to the Commander. The bar was a motley, force signatures included, and everyone and their respective bearer were showing. The auction must have been important, or at least worthwhile. And for a man with such a prominent face, the lack of scars combined with poor lighting would offer him reprieve, especially with such a distinct difference in force signature. He wasn't too keen on this auction, especially if it put Chevu somewhere he preferred her not to be. But as her position of Jedi Marshall entailed, she took risks on a daily basis. And he couldn't fault her for that, he was one of those risks.

As the bartender came near, Gabriel order a cup of water, no ice. He wanted clarity, the situation demanded it. Or maybe he was just taking things a little more serious given is precarious standings in the Galactic Alliance. Nevertheless, he kept an open mind, honing the value of patience and contemplation as he waited for the situation to present itself.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Tionne Thanewulf"]

 

[Rapax]

Location: Devaronian slave pits.
Allies: none as of yet
Enemies: Most likely a certain green one named [member="Chevu Visz"]

Rapax knew the salve trade would pick up soon ...and picked up it did as many more people showed up ...probably slave traders or just bystanders looking for a cheap credit or two...it mattered little to him. He was still looking around the slave's that where being brought in... a few slaves he did have a interest in and took a few of them already. But he still wanted to look around for slaves, He even looked into the dancers that where there ...you never know there can be experimental uses for even them. But he had a feeling something will spark soon...they normally do here in slave trades.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Great, a cantina. It was a dive, but it would have something to drink, and Rathe was not accustomed to the humidity. Most of his life had been spent on one ship after the other, one job after the next, or in the climate controlled luxury of Hapan accomodations. Thorn wasn't spoiled, he was just not one who was used to being planetside for very long. His internal thermostat was acclimated to life in cold space. He belonged out there, and he knew it.

His nose was greeted with a stench he did not want to inhale. Clearly this place was a dive, and full of patrons who frequented to the point they likely never left. The strong smell of body odor and alcohol was not the most appetizing of combinations, but Thorn was a pirate and had smelled much worse. A Hutt palace was not going to smell any better, not on a humid day like today.

Thorn walked up to the bar and ordered an ice cold ale, nothing fancy, and nothing hard. This first drink was simply to cool off, but then his ears perked up to a side conversation happening next to him. It seemed the Hutt Cartel was supposed be having a meeting in that Cantina, or a representative was there. The name tossed around didn't sound like a Hutt, but Transdosian. He could settle for that. Thorn wasn't the only one excited though. The feline female seemed excited as well. Perhpas she had a ship. Wouldn't his be his lucky day. Turning he tossed a credit chit to the bartender to pay for her drink. That would get her attention.

"You hiring? I need work and would rather work for someone that isn't a slug. Even if that someone works for them... it keeps one person removed from dealing with them."

[member="Vinskk Revamp"] [member="Aava Sasithorn"]

 

[Armand Temi]

A group of Trandoshans entered the cantina, and Aava's ears twitched, trying to tune into the conversation. She was sure this must be Vinskk Revamp based on the way his security swept though the bar, craning necks for weapons and patting down patrons with their eyes. The more important looking Trandoshans settled themselves into a booth in the back of the cantina. Aava rose from her seat, getting ready to approach them, but with very little idea of what she wanted to say and how to say it. She started forward, but her attention was drawn to a credit chit landing on the bar.

It was a young human male offering his services. She opened her mouth, displaying a set of long, white fangs, and almost told him to scram, but she stopped. There was safety in numbers. If she approached Revamp alone, would he take her as seriously? Sure she had ran the Drukarg Slave Colony on Zygerria, but Vinskk didnt know that. For all he knew, she had no experience or credentials - aside the fact that Zygerrians were known for their expertise in the slave trade.

"You have a ship?" she asked, and without letting him respond, she grabbed the drink he'd bought and said "C'mon, this way."

Walking towards Vinskk Revamp, she turned her head slightly so that the man knew to follow. He was easy on on the eyes, but she wasn't sure if he was attractive by human standards. Aava's only experience with humans was as slaves, and a slave like this young man would fetch a high price. It was all she had to go on. And if he wanted to work for her, or even with her, he would need to know that Aava took chances, like the one she was about to take. She strode right over to the powerful Trandoshan slaver and shouted at the bar, "A round of drinks for Vinskk Revamp and his crew!" And then taking the information she learned earlier, she rested one of her boots on the seat of the booth, leaned her elbow on her knee and said, "Now, I hear someone needs to pay a debt to you. You just point out who I need to rough up here tonight, and I'll collect your debt."

She scanned the bar again, and then said to the lizard, "If I'm to work for you, I'd like to show you what I can do."

Her eyes gleamed mischeiviously. Aava was hoping to immediately prove her worth to Revamp. He wouldn't want to negotiate if he had any qualms that she wasn't 100% fearless.

[member="Vinskk Revamp"] [member="Thorn"]

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

The Trandoshan and the Human sitting at the booth both stared at the cat lady yelling for a paid round of drinks, a debt, and a job. Who the hell was this schutta? His guards had weapons clearly pointed at the alien and sneers etched onto their faces. Revamp spoke with an almost 'told-you-so' tone to Darkgear.

"This is why we don't sit with the riff raff, Liam. Bad human."

Liam rolled his eyes, unholstering a pistol and aiming it at the cat lady.

"Whatever. So are we killing this one or taking her with us?"

Revamp clicked tonelessly, almost bored.

"She'd strike a pretty penny. But I'm bored. Let us strike up some entertainment. You want to work for me, eh? Prove yourself. Right now. Entertain me."

His men still had their weapons trained on her, along with Darkgear, who now stood up and stretched, looking the Near-Human up and down and smirking.

"Get to it, lovely. We ain't got all day."

[member="Aava Sasithorn"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Okay, so she had sharp teeth. Well it was a reminder to not make her mad. For a moment he thought he wasn't going to get work, but she motioned for him to follow. Rathe did as instructed, considering she didn't give him a chance to answer question. Not that it mattered, Thorn didn't have a ship anymore. His last one broke down, and he scrapped it for parts.

The female was a risk taker, and suddenly several weapons were trained on them. Transdoshans. They were scum, but pretty influential scum in the slave trade. Likely this was the one Rathe had overhead when he was eavesdropping on the conversation the Zygerrian was having with the bartender before he interrupted. He smiled, and tried to step in front of the woman. He pulled a thermal detonator off his belt, and put his thumb on the igniter. If he didn't slide it back up everyone was dead.

"Hi, don't mind me, but if your men here get trigger happy we're all dead," he said matching the feline's risk and taking it up several levels. "I'm not sure if you noticed, but this 'cat lady' is a Zygerrian, and their ships can pack 100 slaves per load. How much does the cartel skim off the top of the sale of 100 slaves? Multiply that by how many loads she can run in a fiscal quarter, and you have a pretty hefty chunk of change from one 'cat.'"

Okay, the could shoot and all of them would still die, but the Hapan would go out trying to get work at least, or impressing someone who could get it for him.

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