Utinnis and Bikinis (Wide open)

[Chevu Visz]

Location: Devaronian slave auction near FFE’s headquarters
Allies: [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] unless she fell in a hole [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="The Revenant"]
Enemies: [member="Varro Shatterstar"] [member="Bsssk"] [member="Tadietti Tann"] maybe [member="Darth Rapax"] too. Bring it, boys

Crowds began to pour in for the main event, an auction of some of the Devaronians' more valuable slaves, the shapeliest women, the strongest men, and, of course, the Force sensitives. The operation was disorganized enough that Chevu managed to integrate herself into a pack of female slaves, all scantily clad in gold filigree strings and zoosha-fabric veils. None of the overlords noticed that her stun cuffs were a bit different from the rest. Luckily, there were a few other Mirialan slaves going up for bidding, so her gleaming green skin didn't make her stick out like a sore thumb.

Had she known that Gabriel was dirtside on Gos Hutta, Chevu's stomach would do a slow somersault and her pulse would skip a beat. Her complicated feelings for the older man would be a distraction. Focus, Chevu, focus. She felt a dark shimmer of the Dark side nearby, signalling the presence of Sith. That wasn't a surprise. They flocked to these types of things, like eager vultures to rotten scraps of carrion.

Where the hell was Tionne anyway?

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Location: Devaronian slave auction near FFE’s headquarters
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"]
Enemies: Scum of the earth

If the Mirialan Jedi ever wondered if Tionne ever attempted something similar, the answer would be simply - yes. Having spent her years as Watchman, Thanewulf posed as literally everyone - from princess, to prostitute and even a slave. Her social intelligence, knowledge of languages, resourcefullness and quick thinking made her an invaluable asset when blending in with general populace of the galaxy. Unlike Chevu, who seemed extremely uncomforable in the outfit her red-haired friend picked out for her, the pure white monokini Tionne wore felt like second skin. Her long ginger hair cascaded down her back, like a waterfall of pure molten copper, in stark contrast with the paleness of alabaster skin. Natural redheads were rare, as the recessive gene was easily lost when humans and humanoids from different gene pools now mixed. Surely, such a specimen would attain a high price in the slave market.

"Remember to breathe, dear." she instructed and playfully patted Visz on her posterior as she turned to leave "I'll see you inside."
Then, Tionne sublimed her presence in the Force, far beyond anything palpable to even the most attuned Force masters. She was never the greatest jumper or runner, nor did her lightsaber skills every progress beyond the defensive Soresu, but deceit was her strongest suit. Chevu had already vanished when a presence was felt behind the remaining Jedi, a pair of horns casting a shadow over Tionne's lithe form.
"You." a raspy voice sounded behind her - "Yeah, you."
"I was lost." she said, turning to face the Devaronian slaver who held a silver neck choker attached to a long chain. His deeply set, almond eyes widened at the sight of the redhead. Extraordinary.

"Where is your master?" he asked, still half-amazed. Tionne gazed at him, sporting a visage of utmost servility.
"I don't know. He told me to wait here and left."
An opportunity he was not going to miss. As soon as she would wear that collar, Tionne would be his property. For the Devaronian, this was the equivalent of finding a hundred thousand credits ditched on the sidewalk. And oh boy, would he pick them up.
"I'll take you to him. Follow me." he instructed and motioned toward the slave pits, where he would auction this jewel for a more than a fine price. A part of him considered leaving her for himself, as someone already beat this little flower to submission.

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

Revamp and Darkgear both burst into fits of laughter at the sight of the thermal detonator, the Trandoshan clicking while the Human guffawed. Then, without a moment to waster, they both flipped a switch on a metal device on their belts. A shimmering blue field of energy appeared around the both of them separately for a second before fading away, invisible to the naked eye.

Personal energy shields.

Vinskk took a moment to stop laughing to speak.

"A grenade is all you bring against one of the most powerful figures in Hutt Space? I'm tempted to fry you and watch everyone get disintegrated, then get a drink somewhere else."

Darkgear banged on the table, hoots of laughter echoing from him.

"Idiot! This is why I love chitholes like this, boss. The scum think they're the toughest cannok on the block, but when the zakkegg comes in, oh, boy! Look at his face!"

Vinskk ceased laughing, now staring at the duo in interest, Trandoshan guards still aiming at them.

"You two have stones, I'll give you that. And for your knowledge, Human, a 100 specimens is a drop in an ocean compared to the operation I'm running. But still, an upstart slaver, a scoundrel with balls...I may have a place for you. My request still stands, however. Prove yourself worthy of even being around figures of my mettle. I deftly outmanouvered you. I could kill you right now and walk away. But I haven't, not yet. No, if you'd really like a job...show me how bad you want it."

The lizard sat back and watched the pair, energy shield still on along with Darkgear's. The bodyguards were unprotected but fearless nevertheless, not afraid to die for their King...

Now he waited.

[member="Thorn"] [member="Aava Sasithorn"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

A bit of work to be done. Finding supplies, weapons, making sure they get into the right hands, and shutting down the people who were delivering them to the wrong folks. That was what Coren was all about right now, being the hero, being the lovable rogue, or something. He wasn’t sure what was going on in this galaxy, not with the Sith splintering and some sort of Girls-Only Sith Coven and the One Sith. But right now? The Sith weren’t his concern.

He had supplies to find, and then he’d get back to removing the Sith from the galaxy.

The fact that there were familiar faces? Well, at least one, and one that was still making Coren’s hair stand on end, was something else to consider. What was Gabriel doing out of his cage? Why was he getting the sinking feeling he’d run across two of his students? Why did he have two students at any time? Was Tionne technically his anymore?

He knew Chevu had a bit to learn still, but the teleporter wasn’t going to teach the skills of the Aing-Tii unless they were needed. And for now? That was him to decide. Still, he looked at his glass. So many people to watch out for, and he needed to find the gunrunner.

Needed to end that SOB.

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

 

[Watcher Three]

Watcher clicked his tongue in disappointment at the small pile of bodies lying on the ground around him. Stupid pirates and their overconfidence. He might've used them for information or hostages... Or maybe even slaves, if he'd had the mind. But instead they'd ignored the hint that the crazy blue-haired man had the ability to kill them all. He searched a few of them, and was quite interested to find what felt like a data chip on the captain. He put it in his datapad, linked the gadget to himself, and found himself impressed by the sheer number of slaves the now-dead crew had put up for sale.

"Well, well... this makes my job easier. I wonder if the Alliance would pay me for all this after the fact."

The human replica droid walked into a nearby bar, ignoring the sound of a deactivated thermal detonator and some humming shields. What kind of idiot would actually set one of those off in a building? A show-off, maybe. It didn't really matter, though. Watcher sat down and drank, listening to the hollering and laughter out of that corner of the room. And then the humming of a lightsaber that came from right behind him. The blind Commodore not only leapt at his assailant, but swung his head around hard enough to snap his neck and send him flying. Well, there went the last of the Blazing Chains for the day, he hoped.

"Can't even drink in peace."

[member="Vinskk Revamp"] [member='Coren Starchaser'] [member='The Revenant'] [member='Thorn'] [member='Aava Sasithorn']

 

[Rapax]

Location: Devaronian slave pits.
Allies: whoever wants to be on my side of the fight XD
Enemies: Most likely a certain green one named [member="Chevu Visz"] and whoever else wants to join the fun.

Rapax was looking at the dancers...such interesting and exquisite creatures...born to entrap the weak minded into bargains or situations they will soon regret.....he knew [member="Lord Mythos"] would no doubt enjoy a few for his empire....knowing him and his reputation with women in the past. His eye caught a few of the prettiest of the bunch one of them being [member="Chevu Visz"]...a Mirialan or two would be quiet the lovely prize indeed....no doubt mythos would be pleased about this. First he had to discuss this with the slaver in question first. He started making his way to the slaver incharge of the Mirialan slave group to discuss business with him in regards to the group...he will pay him any price and make him quite rich very quickly.

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Location: Devaronian slave auction near FFE’s headquarters
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"]
Enemies: Scum of the earth

The Devaronian lead the Jedi woman deep into the slave pits, where freedom of the less fortunate was extinguished by either branding or micro-chipping, depending on the subject at hand. Male slaves, gladiators by the looks of their able bodies, were marked with sizzling hot iron bearing the signs of their respective owners. The stench of burning flesh ripped the stale air, mixing with sweat and fowl scent of grime in which these unkempt men lived in. Further into the pits, women were kept in almost pristine condition, when compared to their male counterparts. After all, they were more valuable, especially if their complexion was flawless, which signified a servile, obedient slave. Tionne's skin was as pure as alabaster, silken to the touch, only stained by a few light freckles adorning her snub nose. Most other female slaves were of darker complexion, probably due to prolongued exposure to the sun on one of many bright planets in the Outer Rim.

Soon enough, the collar was placed around Tionne's neck and the chain rested in slaver's hand, guiding her out of the slave pit and onto an improvised marketplace where crimelords would bargain for her life. Thanewulf followed in a docile manner, as if she spent a lifetime being a pleasure toy to some sexually defunct scumbag. To add to the suspense, the Devaronian had her wear a white cape with a hood, simply to protect his newly found investment. Her master could still be on the planet, the slaver mused to himself, as the two progressed towards the stage where Tionne would be sold like a piece of art. He helped her up the stairs and led her to the middle of the stage in what was a cantina serving as nexus point for scum of the earth in radius of several parsecs.

The spotlight illuminated the figure clad in white, shining bright like the moon on a starless night, enough to attract attention of anyone interested in purchasing something special. The cloak was then removed, almost ripped from her shoulders, revealing a slender figure enveloped in a snow-white monokini consisting of intertwined, woven silken straps. A plethora of ginger locks flung down to Tionne's sides, encasing her in an aura of softest titian waves that half-covered her ripe, albeit firm chest. Svelte, long legs were graceful as that of a young doe, ending in small, perfectly shaped feet. Thanewulf gazed into the distance, chin high as if posing for a royal portrait.

"Angel, from the moon of Iego." voiced the Devaronian into the microphone, turning to the crowd - "How much for this daughter of Diathim?"
The auction was now formally open, with customers free to make bids as they see fit.

 

[Bsssk]

Location: Inside the Auction
Allies: [member="Varro Shatterstar"] | All Cartel

Enemies: People smaller than him?
NPCs|Gear

Spoiler

NPCS: 6 x Noghri FFE Commandos | 12 x FFE Geared Trando Mercs | 4 x Rodian Slicers and Techs
Gear NPCS: Full use of the standard FFE Product Catalog | Full Durasteel Armor | Personal Shield | Grenades | Vibroweapons
Gear Personal: Experimental FFE Armor based off - Mark III Katarn Class Commando Armor | 2 x Ion Grenade | 2 x Cryoban Grenade | 2x SW-12 Jack-Knife Sidearm Holstered | CB-1 Icebreaker Main Hands | Small Medical Field Trauma Kit | Utility Belt | Shield Gauntlet Left Hand | Echani Shield Waist, Echani Shield Back (Offline backup) | Vibroaxe (Back)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yW8KJnCU3PA​

Whoever was underpaying the cartel for this operation relented, they’d be getting their full cut, skimming was going to happen but not outright lying or breaking their word, supposedly, and Bsssk’s posture seemed to ease, teething clicking together as he nodded to Varro Shatterstar, “internal trouble or off worlders’sssss?” The Trandoshan wondered if competition was coming to join them, or if the owners really were serious about the cartel getting their money from the sales, either way he’d have to earn his pay and look individually.

He grabbed his nearest trandoshan by his collar and pulled him by the scruff of the armor, “take five Trando s’sssspread out, find out what’ssss going on.” There was a grunt, Trandoshans weren’t always known for their manners, so nobody was insulted much, this kind of exchange expected. The Noghri though stayed exactly where they were, right by his side, vader’s choice now the hutt’s choice, and Bsssk liked the way they did their job, never a complaint.

Those serving them both did their best to bring them exactly what they wanted, as both men it seemed were gaining a reputation one way or the other. “Shall we ssssss.” He threw back a sharp drink, put his helmet on and the visor blinked to life, followed by the first of his two shield generators, beginning to get a readout on the situation around him and anything overly suspicious, so far it looked like a bar, an auction and everyday trading.

He didn’t expect his men to find anything much, but if someone found them poking about, that made finding who was interfering in hutt business a whole lot easier.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Location: Devaronian slave auction near FFE’s headquarters
Objective: Free all the slaves
Allies: [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="The Revenant"]
Enemies: [member="Varro Shatterstar"] [member="Bsssk"] [member="Tadietti Tann"] [member="Darth Rapax"]

Through the forest of sentients being lined up for purchase, Chevu spied a familiar shock of red hair as a chained woman was hauled up on stage and presented to the crowd. If it was Chevu herself, she'd probably have to be dragged across the stage like a balking mule, but Master Thanewulf almost seemed to enjoy the spectacle, and played the part to perfection. The chain around Tionne's neck glinted brightly in the Gos Huttan sun. Chevu hoped that chain was a fake one, otherwise it would make their mission that much more difficult.

The Mirialan's heart skipped a beat as a dark-sided signature fogged through the crowd. She flashed her coal-black eyes at the bearer of the aura, a man clad in armor, with reddish eyes peeking out from behind the eye holes of his helm. Sith or Dark Jedi, the man posed the most immediate threat out of anyone nearby. Chevu made the decision to put the wheels in motion quicker than she and Tionne had planned. Breathing heavily, Chevu dropped her gaze to a cluster of urns that contained some special gifts, delivered the night before the auction. It was go time.

Her arms snapped out to her sides, breaking the fake stun cuffs in two. A rush of the Force burst from her body, shattering the clay urns to pieces. Laying in the pile of debris was Master Oomomo's lightsaber, and with a jerk of her head, it flew into her hand. With its distinct snap-hum, the blue plasma blade charged to life.

"Now Tionne!" she shrieked, hoping she was close enough for the redhead to hear. At the sight of the blade, blaster fire criss-crossed all around her. As graceful as a dancer, Chevu swung her saber in an arc to meet the beams, parrying them back to their owners who fell over each other, bodies smoking in a pile. The other slaves' eyes grew wide in consternation, mouths agape.

It wasn't every day you saw a Mirialan in a bikini, kicking ass with a lightsaber.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Watching from his perch the droid could see the two women begin their skirmish with the slavers. How fortunate that there would be battle here today without his own provocation. The Droid elected to take notice of the parties involved, and from that he could see, there were dozens of Slavers against two lone female Jedi. That was hardly sporting given the two jedi were unarmored and unprepared for such a fight. Hardly a challenge worthy of the droid's prodigious skills and weapons.

Nonetheless the Droid decided he might as well be in proper position for a fight should his logarithms change and his obcessive need to exterminate Force Users urge him into battle. He moved through the alley ways to be adjacent to what he considered the most likely path they would retreat to. Away from the main roads and traffic, but not directly. To the Right of the FFE Headquarters to be precise.

There the droid stood, his arms unlocking from each other beneath the black cloak and took hold of its lightsabers. It had only wait for prey to approach now.

[member="Chevu Visz"] @Bsssk @Tionne Thanewulf [member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Watcher Three"]

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

He scratched at the skin beneath the neural collar, closing his eyes as he drank the water. It was a cold reminder of his place, where he stood with the Galactic Alliance, each gulp came without ease. Smirking, he cracked his neck as he felt a flush in the force and the sound of something amiss. Pulling his cowl forward, he gave a look towards the commander. "Master Coren, please excuse me." Of course, if he didn't trust Gabriel, he had access to the neural controls. But all it would take in the force is a simple stretch, a feeling, to caress the feint hue of turmoil in air.

Leaving the bar, he walked out towards the disarray. It wasn't difficult, the lines of buyers crowded the pits with a hunger that was palpable. He had never gotten his lightsaber back, but he was more than capable in a fight. Especially as he approached the pits, watching men star down the length of the barrels. Following the path of their attacks, he looked out to see a mix of slaves. And in the middle was Chevu, wielding a blue lightsaber. He shook his head, squinting, and his right hand jumped out to the man next to him. His finger landed in the trigger guard, just behind the trigger. With a thumb placed precariously on the outside of the guard, he looked over to the man, preventing him from pulling the trigger. "Don't."

The man tried to yank the weapon and received a sweep of the legs as Gabriel spun, pulling the weapon from his grip. Inspecting it, he blew across the surface and polished it before angling it upward. With the proper inflection, the barrel slid from the stock and the former Sith Lord threw the pieces into the pit below. "Go home." He said as he walked past the figure who repaid his mercy with a metal rod, smacking Gabriel across the neck. He felt a spasm run through his left arm, the neural mechanism of the collar trip. He bared his teeth as he felt his fist clench up. He looked towards Chevu another time, her deflection of blasters, before turning to a congregation of men. Tapping weapons in their empty hands. There was supposed to be a show and whether it was Gabriel's fault, he might just pay for it.

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

 

[Coren Starchaser]

There was work to be done, sure, but Coren didn’t really need to rush. Right now? He was waiting for the man, the one with the guns, not the one that Lou Reed was all about. Ordering a second round for himself, he was watching the broadcasts. Right now, he didn’t know how to handle [member="The Revenant"], or quite the naming pattern with the characters, were the names Gabriel public? Were the titles in order to separate themselves from the galaxy, from their name, from the people who knew them?

The pilot gave the man a nod. There was the sound of war out there, but for Coren to realize that not one but two students were around? That was something unexpected. Why they were out here, why Gabriel was around this area, which was beyond him. The bartender came up to Coren after serving another guest.

“So, never seen you around here. What brings you to our neck of the woods?” Our bartender here was a Twi'lek male, dressed in a rugged combination of 1920's Legionaire and cowboy saloon owner. He was cleaning a few glasses, left wet by the dishwasher. He had seen Coren's type before, the ones who flitted around the galaxy, from here to there, and had so many stories to tell. In his younger days, our bartender always wished for that. But on this world? Education was poor, it wasn't like the Techno Union had liberated this planet. Where were they, anyhow?

Coren grinned. “I’m just waiting on an old friend of mine.” They knew he was here, even if Coren had never seen the man face to face. The bartender nodded and looked to the door. Using the mirrors, the Corellian saw him. All dressed in black, PR shoes, and a big straw hat. The man grinned as he sipped at his drink.

“Just on time, friend.” Coren said, using the Force to move a stool out. Really, he was a bit late, but the smuggler-turned-Alliance-Commander felt that this was the kind of man who was never early.

“So, lets talk.” The gunrunner almost muttered ‘Starchaser’ at Coren, but opted against it, he could tell the man was a bit distracted, however and now was the time to keep playing the game to make deals. With the blaster fire outside compliments of the bikini clad dynamic duo of [member="Chevu Visz"] and [member="Tionne Thanewulf"], the man with a big straw hat figured they had time to speak without getting interrupted.

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Location: Devaronian slave auction near FFE’s headquarters
Objective: Free all the slaves
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="The Revenant"]
Enemies: [member="Varro Shatterstar"] [member="Bsssk"] [member="Tadietti Tann"] [member="Darth Rapax"]

Visz was equally reckless as she was beautiful, Thanewulf mused, as she watched the Mirialan swing that lightsaber to deflect incoming blasts. Subtlety was not her strong suit apparently; she managed to blow the cover just as Thanewulf was trying to maim out darksiders hidden in the crowd. The red-maned Jedi had to duck to avoid standing amidst crossfire, but could not descend from the stage due to collar placed around her neck. She cursed in several Outer Rim languages internally, quite dissatisfied at how her green skinned friend handled this. Well, if Chevu was blowing her own cover, she wouldn't be blowing hers. Hence, Chevu's battlecry was intentionally ignored. Instead, Tionne screamed like a ninny and fell to her knees, covering her head with her arms. She could sense blaster shots ripping the air above her head, and the humm of a single blue lightsaber fending them off.

"Improvise, improvise..." she murmured to herself, trying to figure out a scenario where she'd exit this establishment alive. Just as she was running out of options, he appeared at the door. [member="The Revenant"]. Thanewulf glanced up, noticing he was wearing a very similar collar to that locked around her neck. Coren liked his pets on short leashes. In his book, much time would pass before Gabriel could be trusted. Why was he here then, an not in his cell? Tionne was unfamiliar with such concepts of partial trust; you either trust someone, or you don't. And when it took the entire assembly of New Jedi Order several days of council sessions to decide what to do with former Sith Lord, there was but a simple test one could administer to find out true allegiance of a Force User. But the Jedi liked meetings, deliberations, debates. The impracticality of such an approach was painfully visible here; the man was wandering around unarmed, in a place like this. Two lightsaber defending, instead of three.

"The Light of the Core." Thanewulf whispered to herself, then looked across the floor for the urn that Chevu broke. There it was, an elegant electrum hilt fitted with a Solari crystal, Tionne's weapon of choice. The crystal itself was special, forged from essence of galactic core that basked in eternal light. No darksider could ever hold a lightsaber equipped by a Solari crystal, let alone wield it. It would be like trying to hold sun in the palm of one's hand.
If Revenant was able to use Light of the Core, his soul was as pure as that of Tionne. If he could hold her saber high, he was as worthy and most importantly, everything he said was the truth. To pass the test of Solari crystal was to be - Jedi.

Without a moments thought, a flip of hand flung the electrum hilt up in the air and across the hall, the cylinder speeding towards Revenant, aiming to land right into his hand if he would simply extend it. Thanewulf half-smiled, entertained by the thought of seeing the expression on Starchaser's pretty face upon seeing a former Wrath of Dark Lord wield an instrument of the light.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

He felt the crack of a fist against the side of his jaw, a near rotation as he rolled the hit across and away. Grabbing the man by the collar with both hands, he pulled him close, delivering two hard cracks to the bridge of the nose with his forehead. With the slight push of the force, he flung the man up and away, sending him skittering across the nearly fresh sand. Lifting his hand to his forehead, he felt the welt form across the bridge, honey brown eyes staring down those who would partake in this auction. There was fire there and a resolve to not act on it.

Just then, he caught the glimmer of gold and steel in the air as a hilt flew through the air. One doesn't practice dueling their whole life to consider it anything else. If it flings like a hilt, sings like a hilt, and spins like one: well it must be one. But it was odd, how it seemed to finesse it's way just into his palm. He merely had reach out and grab it, fingers wrapping around the cylinder. As he grasped it, he felt an unusual resonance extend from it's presence. Like a being, questioning the purpose of it's own utilization, the path that it would tread with those who wielded it. He stepped back, leaning slightly, as a bar swung over head. Instinctively he blocked a bat with his right arm. Used to the presence of the Voxyn Al'do, the wood snapped against his bone but not before he heard a crack of his own.

His thumb depressed the activator on the lightsaber, the beam of energy felt hot, pouring out orange and spitting white flecks of raw power. It resembled the Chom-Huun in energy but in it's own way, felt more alive, more particular in it's wielder. Flicking his right arm out to the side with an almost whiplash effect, the tibia fracture stabilized with a reset and the swelling of the forearm muscle. Gripping the weapon with both hands, biting through the pain, he showed his teeth as he settled in, taking a low defense, extending the beam behind him.

The sword that cleaved out in the distance met with the hot surface of the lightsaber, orange cutting through blackened durasteel, as it left nothing but a molten trail in it's stead. As he swung over, from right to left, he followed with a right kick to the side of a pursuer, sending the man from ground to balcony below. Twirling the saber, feeling at ease once more with something he knew, his right hand pushed out and flung another attack across the hallway with a force push, knocking him unconscious as his head knocked across the floor. Giving a stare to those remained, he looked through them to the red head who seemed at odd with her surroundings. Sticking his right hand forward, palm out, he prepared for another attack, if his opponents felt so graced by the art of luck. Mentally, he was concerned about his inability to see Chevu beyond the warm bodies surrounding him.

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

 

[Rapax]

Location: Devaronian slave pits.
Allies: whoever wants to be on my side of the fight XD
Enemies: Most likely a certain green one named [member="Chevu Visz"] and whoever else wants to join the fun.

Rapax snarled when he saw the mirialan take out a lightsaber followed by her red headed counter part......so the jedi have come to free the slaves...no matter its time he had her head on a platter along with her lightsaber. He used the jump jets on his armor to boost him self up to where Chevu was. He glared at her for a moment before taking out two lightsabers...Lava surged from the hilts and solidified into a lava looking like blade sharing its eerie glow. When he spoke it was a deep metallic tone due to the helmet." You where a fool to come here girl....but i am not without some mercy....what say you to a duel ...you ...your blade..versus me and my arsenal... sound fair?." She could tell there was seriousness in his tone he wanted to face her in one on one combat however it was up to her and the circumstances around them for it to happen.

 

[Varro Shatterstar]

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

"Jedi filth...", Varro whispered, his words carried by the force into the mind of the reptilian [member="Bsssk"] who was going about the situation in his own way. It wouldn't take long for Varro to clear a few things up, though, just a little Sith Magic.

Varro waded out into the chaos, blaster fire and flourishing sabers without a confident look upon his face, seemingly not worried about everything that was going on around him. As he walked, though, he finally let go and allowed his force presence to be known as it unfolded around him like a thick, black veil of shadows that blanketed everything. There was no use trying to suppress his force aura when he was going to need to build up a bit of the precious energy to perform a technique that would at least stop the madness for a moment.

His amber colored eyes shifted back and forth as he clutched his fist tight, raised it up above his head and allowed the darkness to surge through his veins and into his fist. After a moment, a dark and almost violet light poured out from the cracks between his fingers as he threw his hand down towards the crust of the planet, slamming his opened palm into the dirt, which immediately gave way to him and caved. The next second the shelf of rock they were upon shifted and a crater sank into the planet's surface about twenty feet wide, a number of blaster toting fools, would be buyers and slaves that had been frantically trying to escape falling in with him.

He sank into the ground with them a few feet as the ground opened up and spread for a hundred or so feet, causing even a few buildings in the area to shift on their foundations, but for the most part, the area remained in tact. The cracks weren't wide enough to swallow anyone up, but more than enough to put everyone off balance and get their attention as the ground beneath their feet rumbled.

"Enough!", Varro called out at the top of his lungs as he hopped from the middle of the crater he'd created and landed at it's edge, balancing against an uprooted, sharp piece of stone that had been disturbed. As he got his footing, he crossed his arms across his broad chest, which was the typical Shatterstar way. Perhaps they thought it was intimidating and all that, but certainly not everyone agreed. Most would see him as pompous or cocky, both of which he was, so at least he wasn't lying.

"What in the hell is the meaning of this madness?", he asked, having gotten everyone's attention as he strove for any verbal resolution that was at all an option.


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"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Location: Devaronian slave auction near FFE’s headquarters
Objective: Free all the slaves
Allies: [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Agamemnon"]
Enemies: [member="Varro Shatterstar"] [member="Bsssk"] [member="Tadietti Tann"] [member="Darth Rapax"]

In a few moments, it was pure mayhem at the Devoronian slave auction. As the horned alien slave masters opened fire on the saber-wielding Mirialan, the unrestrained slaves nearby seized the moment to chase their freedom. A horde of dancing girls and boys began to scramble for the exits and soon went running into the Gos Huttan streets. Other opportunists also took advantage of the chaos, and among the customers themselves, lethal fights broke out over slaves still in escrow. Chevu felt a pain in the Force as lives of both captives and captors were snuffed out around her, and she began to worry that her actions might have been too rash. She sensed the dark-sided aura growing closer. Too close for comfort.

Chevu ducked a stun net, which sailed over her head, jolting and snagging a hapless jawa bystander, and whipped her head around to face the Sith, who growled a challenge at her: to fight him alone.

“Not exactly a fair fight with all these people shooting at me,” she grunted at the red eyed dark sider ([member="Darth Rapax"]) as she swung her saber in a figure eight to meet two rogue blaster shots. She had to do something about these slavers. Now. Mister Sith wanted a fair fight? She would give him one. Concentrating for a moment on the surrounding area, Chevu branched out with the Force and began to encompass all in her immediate area with the power of Malacia. One by one the devororians began to fall ill, holding their stomachs, some crumpling to the ground, spewing vomit. That should hold off the blaster fire for a bit.

Off in the distance, she hear a thundering roar and a crack of lighting. The ground shook beneath her as a more powerful Force user landed in the pit. They'd kicked the beehive and got the queen. Through the crowd, she saw an orange saber blazing, but that wasn’t Tionne. No, that was someone more...familiar.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: Gos Hutta; up above FFE’s headquarters

Objective: Provide GA assistance

Allies: Galactic Alliance - [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="The Revenant"] | [member="Agamemnon"]

Enemies: Hutt Cartel / Sith - [member="Varro Shatterstar"] | [member="Bsssk"] | [member="Tadietti Tann"] | [member="Darth Rapax"]


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The T-70 came in low over the horizon, pulling up sharply to avoid a large hunk of metal jutting out of the ground. There was smoke in the distance; it had to be them. The s-foils locked open in attack position.

”Anybody need back-up?”

Dax Ragnar smiled to himself, feeding his com to the Galactic Alliance signal from inside his cockpit as his craft sped towards where Tionne had reported she was going and pulled back on the yoke to take him up higher for a good view. If he was going to be anything of worth to the Alliance, and to her, then he had to prove it. What had she said on Sullust?

Destiny is what you make it.

Looking over the side of his viewport, he made out various, what looked like, camps, pits and a number of establishments. Whatever was going on, there was activity down there and he had a bad feeling it wasn’t going as planned.

”This is Dax Ragnar in the T-70 up above. Looks a little messy down there – you just shout and I’ll do what I can up here.”

He was circling the area, but keeping an eye on the radar for signs of trouble as he felt it may not be long before something arises. Gloved hands tight on the yolk and a determined, but somehow excited, glint in his eye, this was time for Dax to be somebody and be part of something defining in the galaxy.

 

[Mythos]

Location: Devorian Slave Auction
Objective: Have a Drink
Allies: [member="Darth Rapax"]
Enemies: Patrons.



Lightsabers, blaster fire, chaos and death. Just another ordinary day in the territory of the Hutt cartel. Mythos was never too far from slave auctions however this trip had come at the behest of his own curiosity... he had heard the King of Thrandosha was here and he intended to have a meeting with the fellow monarch however as he could see from his seat beside the bar-stand and between the lekkus of the Twi'lek dancer in front of him... the situation got very violent very quickly.

"This" he gestured at the ensuing madness speaking to the Trandoshan bartender but in reality speaking to himself, as the bartender hit the deck harder than a starved bantha on a Tatooine smuggling run.

"This is why i love the hutt cartel, they embrace the true organic condition" He was speaking like [member="Ultimatum"], practical and cynical beyond human belief, even though he was an organic he knew that organics by nature... were violent. "Greedy, selfish and intolerant, as such that is why this portion of the galaxy will never truly see order beyond what Sempra or whatever Mogul rules it."

Mythos smiled and held his frozen stardust drink up to his lips gracefully as the chaos ensued.... when a blaster bolt shattered the drink before he could enjoy it.... that was a very bad thing for this time. Mythos was not in any way a comprehensive, patient, well mannered fellow.

He bit his lips and closed his eyes shaking his head. "Ok whoever shot that better come forward..." Of course nothing did happen and his apprentice whom he had been keeping an eye on looked to be getting into a squabble with one of the slave girls who appeared to be the cause of this whole mess... Jedi? Possibly.

Mythos walked over calmly, his Axe was back in the blade for obvious reasons but his two lightsabers in his belt were with him even when he went to the shower, beautiful thing about songsteel is that it keeps the electrical components from getting wet as well as protected from electrical waves. His walk was patient and his hand went to the shoulder of his apprentice before long, however his eyes never left the lightsaber wielding green skinned girl who just now he recognized. A smile crossed his lips as well as blaster bolts crossed his body.... none touched him however,

Bar patrons grabbed Mythos from both shoulders and attempted to hoist him or hold him down for a beat down. Mythos is not a large fellow, nor heavy or bulky, looking like a weak teenager with long hair he would come off as easy pickings... the King of Atrisia however was a hardened warrior with more than his fair share of kills under his belt.

He made no facial expressions as his hands blasted Sith Lightning to the two patrons, one twi'lek and the other a thrandoshan, both big organics and well built, the strength in their bodies exceeding Mythos ten fold, however that served them little use when their writhing bodies were dropped in a wash of extreme pain and after a few second of focused lightning... dead.

"So much for a subtle entrance eh Naga?" he smiled to the girl but spoke to his apprentice. Mythos did not look like himself today, he looked like Animus Malgus the Acolyte with his black robe and thrown back hood...yet he was calm, serene, in harmony.... the light was corrupting him in a strange way when the Axe was away...

It was the girl whom he had tried to save on two different occasions and had failed, one in Marna the other in Tatooine... it was a small galaxy after all... he wondered if she would remember him at all, he barely did, he could't blame her if she did not. He was not about to interrupt anything.... but he did not want his apprentice hurt or dead... at all... Mythos was unlike Ophidia in almost every way, he still loved his Master with all his heart but he differed from her methods... he was over protective, and his apprentice rarely left his sight..

Mythos walked off in a calm way towards a near booth as patrons got out of his way, one taking a force push that slammed him against the stone wall...if his apprentice wanted a fight... Mythos would not interfere... however the place proved to be very annoying as everyone was shooting at each other and Mythos found it hard to walk calmly. He sighed...

Pulling a Page from Sage's book he brought forth an image into the minds of a score of patrons, he found it hard to grab a hold of the minds of dozens of maddened people but the imitation of the good sage at least let him execute the ability to a good score. An Illusions of one big Tuk'ata started running people off the place and the blaster fire died down just a bit... good practice for the ability if nothing else...

[member="Chevu Visz"] [member="The Revenant"]

 

[Rapax]

Location: Devaronian slave auction near FFE’s headquarters
Objective: Face a jedi
Allies: [member="Lord Mythos"]
Enemies: [member="Chevu Visz"]

Rapax merely walked a step towards the mirialan that used a power he was familiar with but never learned ...to turn the stomachs of her enemies against them...what a fun ability..When he heard his former master speak to him he did nothing except merely chuckle a little at what [member="Lord Mythos"] said. But he was fixated on the jedi before him ...he always wanted to face a jedi and he could sense even now that she was close to his current level ...which would make this a very interesting fight. He only said one thing to his Mythos and mythos would recognize the tone well as a warrior who wants to face another in combat." This jedi girl is mine to face....there are no doubt many others for you to enjoy .....just stay away from this one.... if you want this one ....then let me defeat her incombat then you may have her." It was blood rapax wanted even Chevu can get a hint of that from his voice and tone that this sith wanted combat with a jedi more then ever.