Utinnis and Bikinis (Wide open)

[Coren Starchaser]

Location: Bar, nearby the Shatterstar induced DBZ scene
Objective: Drink, find guns, maybe go watch his students beat the piss out of Sith and slavers

So, that was really the scene, Coren sitting at the bar, the man in the PR shoes and big straw hat carrying on about everything and nothing. Finding out what each did, where they all traveled (Coren lying here, and speaking in a false Csillan accent) and what kind of work they did. Of course, Coren's tale was a bit wild, being a smuggler and explorer of the Unknown Regions. He needed help for his endeavors, and he needed some good weapons, things the Sith would want, but that would be a complete and utter disaster in the hands of a Sith. Things that Alliance hands could use responsibly.

He could feel the tremors in the Force. Gabriel out there, doing whatever it was, around his green student, the other one was... hiding? He wasn't sure, all he knew was things were getting a bit anime in the other room. "So, what I'm looking for is weaponry for ground teams. We need to be able to knock back whatever is out there, including the traps the Sith may have laid." Coren nodded to his companion. He looked down to his datapad as he heard the message coming in. His VI Lexi was translating it into text format for Coren who nodded as he looked up, back to his meeting.

"They won't come easy. Highly illegal, and made to disintegrate." See, the man in black was a criminal, and sometimes a Warden needed to chase them down.

"What's your supplier?" Coren asked, a few quick strokes on the screen of his datapad would send [member="Dax Ragnar"] a message of 'Keep alive, come down when there are things you can't explain. Will be in touch.' He wanted to be in the sky as well, but so long as Dax could identify Sith from Alliance? That was all Coren needed.

"You know I can't discuss that."

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Location: Devorian Slave Auction
Objective: Engage
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Dax Ragnar"], [member="Tionne Thanewulf"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Rapax"], [member="Lord Mythos"]

He stepped back on his left foot, the bar swinging over his body and to the left. Extinguishing the lightsaber, he stepped forward and hit the right shoulder of his opponent with knuckles wrapped around the hilt. Slamming down, he broke the knee forward and the man twisted. Another kick to the back, the figure slid forward across the ground. Exhaling, he looked on towards the enemies and his vision shot to the green woman in the bikini. The next attack came at a downward swipe. Dodging to the side, left hand grabbed the wrist and twisted as the right arm punched the elbow inward, snapping it. Kneeling down, he grabbed the man by the body and hoisted him over his shoulders. Spinning, he flung the body in the next group of attackers before calling on the force. He felt the quickening of it, a mind attached to the fibers across the spectrum, as he reached out and grabbed it. Legs stiffening, body and joints limbering, and mind speeding up, he raced across the way, b-lining for the Mirialan. He caught the glimpse of that red head once more, passing her by as she moved in slow motion. Her eyes seemed to plead and he suspected something at work. But time wasn't his.

Coming to a slow just before reaching Chevu, he approached her, his back to [member="Darth Rapax"]. "Chevu..." He whispered just loud enough for her to hear, happy to see her yet unscathed. Scanning the area, he noticed numerous individuals sickened from a recent expulsion of bile. Turning towards her point of attention, he flared his nostrils and turned towards the sky. He could hear the sound of support but he had no method of communicating with it. "She's not yours to have..." He squinted, never having met this particular Sith. But he knew the type and even more important, he knew this one wasn't a Sith Lord. From his right hand, the lightsaber ignited in a blaze of orange, pouring out from the Solari crystal. Flecks of orange and white danced across it's surfacing, spiraling within the field. Rotating his view, he spotted the scampering of patrons from the epicenter of a particular figure. Across his back, a large axe, and Gabriel smiled. Now, he recognized that one, as he stood up straight and placed his left hand out, palm facing downward, saber held in a dove tail defense.

Despite his change from bodies, practice was creating the medium he needed for strengthening his connection to the force. Speed and mindfulness would be his ally here as he stared towards [member="Darth Rapax"]. "Surrender. Animus cannot save you."

 

[Varro Shatterstar]

Location: Slave Auction
Allies: [member="Darth Rapax"] - [member="Lord Mythos"] - [member="Bsssk"]
Enemies: [member="Chevu Visz"] - [member="Coren Starchaser"] - [member="Dax Ragnar"] - [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] - [member="The Revenant"]


"Oh yea, of course!", Varro yelled above the insanity going on around him. "Why the KARK would a tremor get anybody's attention?! There's only blaster bolts zipping this way and that, sabers cutting people in half, people freaking out, screaming and fighting and killing one another. Why the Kark would the ground shaking bother ANYONE?!", he yelled as he began to walk, throwing his hands into the air in frustration, kicking at the dirt on the ground, cursing and carrying on. "Actually... that makes a lot of sense. This is lunacy.", he muttered to himself ,but as he did a young man rushed at him with a blaster in tow, raised it and said "Stop right there!"

In an instant a red saber sprang to life and hissed twice, once for the blaster being split and half and once for the red line cut across the neck of the young man, who was now wide eyed and speechless. In the very next instant, his eyes rolled back, then his head, and then his head rolled right off of his shoulders, hitting the ground so hard that it sounded like someone had dropped a big grapefruit from a bag of groceries. "WHAT!? Oh, sh!t...", Varro yelled as he raised his free hand to his mouth as if he hadn't even intended to do what he had.

"I, uh... well, Kark it. Not like "I'm sorry" mean's a damn thing now.", he said as he sifted through the rabble, only to stumble upon a rather interesting group, which he wasn't worried about in the least. He did, however, take the time to stifle the red blade in his hand before returning it to the safety of his back pocket.

"Alright, assholes!", he yelled at the lot of them, glancing back and forth between each one as he stopped and crossed his thick arms across his broad chest while displaying a sour look upon his face like a spoiled little boy who hadn't gotten the toy he'd wanted in his desired color. "What the kark is going on!? Which of you idiots are trying to take a crap on this little party and which of you are working with the Cartel?!"

He really needed to get his allies in check. He'd always been so bad about paying attention to mission details. Details were boring, though, and a job like this should have been a piece of cake. Too bad the Jedi had to be so bothersome on such a regular basis...

 

[Armand Temi]

Aava's eyes widened when her new companion pulled out a thermal detonator. Anxiety spiked through her body until she heard the human defend her trade. He was familiar with her species and their reknown for being some of the best slavers in the galaxy. She was immediately impressed.

Her voice was thick with bravado. "He's right, you know," she remarked. "On Zygerra you are either a slaver or a slave. There is no in between."

But the Trandoshan and his human companion only laughed at them. Aava tried to suppress a sneer, but it was difficult. Zygerrians were a proud species, and she didn't like being made to feel foolish. Her hand hovered near her blaster, but she didn't draw it. Vinssk Revamp had issued them a challenge. Prove their worth. While this may not be the easiest task, Aava knew she could do it.

She glanced at the smuggler beside her and then turned towards the cantina, scanning for her prey. She needed to chose a target who could go missing, and no one would care. But a creature with some kind of value. It didn't behoove her to attack a random mercenary. She was here to find work, not cause a massive bar fight. Luckily there were a couple of unclaimed female Twi'leks hiding out in the corner, not the most sought-after colors, but still simple-minded enough to be in this dangerous Gos Hutta cantina in the first place. They deserved their fate, she thought.

In the blink of an eye, Aava's shock whip was out, and she lunged towards the two Twi'leks. One of them saw her coming and made a break for the door, so the Zygerrian focused on the brown one who drew a blaster out. Aava raised her whip and snapped it around the wrist holding the blaster, shocking the poor Twi'lek until she dropped her weapon with a shriek. The Zygerrian quickly got her into a choke hold and forced a slave collar onto her neck, dragging her back to the Trandoshan slavers.

"For you," she said, and like a cat leaving a dying bird at her master's feet, she pushed the Twi'lek down until she was kneeling in front of the slavers. Aava then turned to the dark-haired human smuggler and asked: "Unless you want this pretty one? Could be your upfront payment for being my hired hand." She heaved from the exertion but still grinned proudly, showing off her white canines.

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

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

Revamp and Darkgear looked somewhat impressed by the sudden display of violence, the Trandoshan blinking slowly and the Human flashing a sneer. The Slaver King spoke first, looking over the Twi'lek in a critical manner.

"This schutta is worth less than the whores Liam here is so fond of."

Darkgear raised his hands and sighed, guilty as charged. Revamp sat his head on his taloned hand and sighed, then let out a command casually, without effort.

"Kill her."

Liam had his signature demented smirk on now, showing his pearly whites in a manner that would concern most.

"That's what I'm talkin' about, boss!"

The poor alien, kneeling before Vinskk and his guard, began to plead for her life in Huttesse, clearly understanding what was about to happen. The Slave Master spoke again, this time in a low hiss.

"Prove that you can follow orders, kitty kat, and perhaps I will let you sit at the foot of my throne, eh?"

The entire entourage laughed, almost as if this were some kind of joke. Maybe a sick, twisted joke. They looked on, awaiting the show.

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

 

[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"] | [member="Chevu Visz"]

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


The neon blue message came through on his read-out in front of him on the ship’s dash, and Dax nodded, flipping the signal to stay open.

”Got it,” he said, half to him-self, half to the one who sent the message.

Taking the T-70 a little higher, a recognisable shape in the clear sky, Dax kept a good distance between him and the target, making perimeter sweeps to get an eye from all sides. There was still nothing in the air, but he was ready to act behind the X-Wing or on ground with his blaster. He favoured the ship, but in times like this you never knew.

He could make out activity, but there was no clear cut between Alliance bodies and targets. And the fact he hadn’t met any Alliance bodies yet except Tionne wasn’t good. Last thing he wanted to do was to ice the leader in a bad case friendly fire.

Brown eyes kept a sharp look; hands tight on the yolk.

 

[Armand Temi]

"First of all," said Aava. "I sit at no one's throne. Let's get that one straight." As she said these words, she yanked on the chain of the Twi'lek making her whimper.

"But Vinskk, why should I kill this being? She is property. Given the right circumstances, I can turn her into a very lucrative slave. Do you really want to kill her to prove a point? On Zygerria we would not even consider killing a perfectly good specimen like this Twi'lek."

She glanced at the human. He had raised the stakes with a weapon. Aava was more inclined to combat a situation with words.

So she waited to see how Vinskk reacted. She would certainly kill the Twi'lek if she had to, although she didn't need a reputation as a murderess on Gos Hutta. But it wasn't the first time she had fled from a planet.

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

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

"Bah! I deal with thousands of these schuttas every day. Kill her. I will buy off everyone present if I must."

The Trandoshan was beginning to get slightly agitated now, wanting to see blood already. The cat wasn't obeying his orders. This didn't look too good in the eyes of the Slave Master, who valued blind obedience over rebellion. After all, who didn't?

[member="Aava Sasithorn"]

 

[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"] [member="Dax Ragnar"]
Enemies: [member="Varro Shatterstar"] [member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Lord Mythos"]

Chevu lost sight of the orange blade, but noticed a ripple through the crowd, as bodies were flung into one another, men falling like dominos. There was a force of nature approaching, and once he revealed himself, Chevu's eyes widened, incredulous. His control collar still hugged his neck, but he had been freed, and allowed to come to Gos Hutta with the Alliance. She flashed a rare smile.

"Gabriel?!"

His orange blade lit up with a snap-hiss and he took an opening stance. That was Tionne's blade, if she recalled. The fact that Gabe could use it, filled her with hope. Hope that she could trust him. That they all could. She whirled to face Darth Rapax and gave him a conciliatory smile.

"Sorry, but we're kind of a package deal," explained the Mirialan, twirling her blue blade once. A blaster shot came zinging towards her, and she reached out and caught it, absorbing the energy into her body the way that Coren Starchaser had taught her. Immediately, the Jedi Knight outstretched her hand and shot the beam at [member="Darth Rapax"].

There was a Sith Lord in the background yelling at people and lopping off heads. Maybe Tionne could take care of that one.

 

[Kiyron]

Vigilante Justice Time
With: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] [member="Dax Ragnar"]
Against: Anyone aligned with whatever Sith are present



Kiyron let his hand fall from the drink. What was going on here? Not the slaver's thing going on at the other side of the cantina. No, the ground had rumbled beneath his feet and he heard blaster fire and lightsabers. It was a battle out there, but between whom? He shoved himself away from the bar, hands dropping to his holsters and strode out, poncho flapping behind him. he ignored [member="Vinskk Revamp"] and minions, not even looking their way.

If Sith were on the planet, they needed exterminated here, far from where the military might of the One Sith would be able to support them. Granted, he didn't have the Republic to assist him either, but things would be more even at this point. No galactic superpowers throwing their weight around. No clashes of armies. Just violent struggle until this was over. Dust kicked up around his boots as they trudged against the ground towards where the battle seemed to be ongoing. A shadow passed overhead and he looked up. A T-70. That was interesting. One fighter buzzing overhead had the look of close air support. For who? This was clearly no invasion. No, this was something else. Something that seemed to have exploded far beyond what anyone had expected.

He stopped next to a building overlook what he remembered as the slave markets and looked up. He activated his jetpack, sending him along the wall, bracing himself against it with his hands, and then onto the roof itself. He looked down at the carnage below. Jedi. Sith. A whole lot of other stuff going on. He unslung the small case beneath his shoulder and laid out the pieces of the MX-1 sniper rifle, reassembling them without looking. Who was the first target? He set the bipod down on the edge of the roof and stared down the scope, getting a closer look at everyone.

Some thug was aiming a disruptor at the green-skinned Jedi while she engaged a Sith. That was easy. He took the shot, finger squeezing the trigger, magnetically launching a small pellet at incredibly high speeds. The thug jerked backwards, falling to the ground.

Beneath his helmet, Kiyron smiled. It was a cold smile. A hunter's smile, the smile of one who had the thrill of the hunt in his veins.

He moved on to the next target, settling briefly on the Rodian before squeezing the trigger once more. He too staggered backwards, blaster dropping from his hand. A human scurried past, dragging a woman by the chain on the collar. Another shot and the human collapsed to the ground.

No, this was unprofessional. Kiyron stepped back a moment. What were the objectives here? He had none from the Republic so he had to make his own. He studied the situation again. Eliminate the Sith. Assist the Jedi. How? Give them room and provide cover fire. He pulled out the Republic comm he had secured and slipped through the channels, trying to get a hint of what was going on. Nothing. They were using a different network then.

He marked out a mental perimeter around the Sith and Jedi, scanning for anyone trying to shoot into that or pointing weapons into the circle. One squeeze and they were on the ground. It calmed the madness of the situation somewhat and the glowstick wavers would find their area much less dangerous than it had been previously. But he would have to wait for the moment to take a shot at the Sith.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Location: Bar Room
Objective: Buy some disruptor weapons, kill the Wrath of the Dark Lord.
Allies: Self
Enemies: Man in the big straw hat

He figured it could be worse, a big straw hat was nothing. It wasn’t like he was sitting with a Chinese menu in his hand, walking through the streets of SoHo in the rain. Now if the man in the straw hat was looking to meet in a place called Lee Ho Fook’s over a big dish of beef chow-mein, maybe then Coren would have cause for concern. But no, this gun runner was not what he was expecting.

A bit more nervous, a bit more clean, a bit more… he didn’t know, not a criminal? Maybe it was because the guns were that illegal. But Coren needed them. The Alliance could use them, even if so many members of this frakked government felt that the Sith weren’t needing to be taken as seriously as Coren was, he could, and more importantly, would use weapons designed to disintegrate beings against the Sith. And as soon as he bought the guns?

He’d arrest the gun-runner as a result of transporting illegal weapons around the galaxy.

Simple.

Keep that fether off the street.

“So, when can I see the product?” Coren asked as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass. He knew there was something going on out there, and he was going to have to shoot [member="The Revenant"] before his plague carried onto any others in the Alliance.

“We can meet, another location, in a few days?” The gun runner nodded. “I know a station that we can slip past the security. And based on that noise.” He looked in the direction of the sounds. “Its time for me to go. Will comm you the location time and place.” Coren nodded to this.

“Fly safe.”

When the man has excused himself and left, the pilot finished his drink. What was going on? He checked his pistol, flipping it from stun and setting it to kill. He wasn’t far down the block, and it wasn’t going to take him long to make his way over there. A bit of a whistle. He had a deal, he was getting weapons, and he was walking into a battle. A battle where people were fighting, a battle where he was seeing the Wrath of the Dark Lord.

But that was what he was seeing. There was so much filth in the Force, so much dark side, that the first instinct? Kill the highest, the rest would scatter. Pulling his Power Nine to the read, Coren used that whole quick-shot feat, and fired, right for [member="The Revenant"].

He rolled behind a wall, and pulled out his comm. He was going to need to get the air strike.

 

[Mythos]

Location: Slave Auction
Objective: Find out who is the Revenant
Allies: [member="Darth Rapax"]
Enemies: Whoever pulls out a weapon on him.

It grew tense, the situation was out of his hands now, Mythos watched the patrons scatter and a sniper shoot down a score of fighters, grunts and scum of all sorts, Mythos knew to keep his calm and his lightsabers in check. What he hadn't noticed was the bile and vomit all over the place due some sort of mass plague ability. His eyebrow raised at his realization that his apprentice wanted blood.... uncontrollable this one was, he needed to fight and prove to himself he was ready... Mythos understood the sentiment. "As you wish Naga, don't forget i am never too far..."

Mythos was about to turn and find the king of Trandosha, leaving his apprentice to face the green skinned girl by himself when he heard his name....not his Sith Name, but his real name, only a handful of people in the entire Galaxy knew his real name. He spun on his heel and faced the source of his name, his eyes met an un-familiar figure beside the green skinned girl, yet Mythos made no movements....

The man was strangely familiar yet Mythos did not know who he was or how he knew his name, was he so famous now a days? was the identity of the king of Atrisia divulged through wookieleaks? surely that was not the case...

"How do you know my name? Have i threatened you before?" Mythos smiled and stepped closer, his eyes locked on to the figure of [member="The Revenant"]. He smirked as the beam of redirected energy flashed by his cheek from the green skinned girl directed to his apprentice... yet he did not flinch. His hand went for the hilt of his rudis yet he made no move to unsheathe it... he simply eyed the man before him with curious interest. "Killed a close relative perhaps? "

[member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] @Kiyron

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Location: Devorian Slave Auction
Objective: Not be killed by a drunkard with a temper
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Dax Ragnar"], [member="Tionne Thanewulf"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Rapax"], [member="Lord Mythos"]

Speed and mindfulness would be his ally. The battle was raging around them, blaster fire was clashing against the open air with the buzz of engines and screams in the background. People running, credits dropping to the dust with the clash of weapons, and the songs of bartering echoing outward in mourning of that last deal. As Chevu greeted him with the first smile he had seen from her, genuine, since Taris, he couldn't help but feel a certain longing to go back to that place. But now, even with the slight distraction at thoughts more warm than the pits of this slave auction, his mind leaped across the quantum potential of the future that laid moments ahead. Many paths, only one could be tread, and he chose it with the outside mechanics taken into account. Minimum effort, maximum results, the path every natural bladesman follows.

A step to his right, the orange saber bent down and swept widely before him, parallel to his body in an arch. With a whip of his elbow, he followed through with a flick of the wrist to the left and foot work to compliment. Blaster shots smacked against the orange beam, sailing upwards into the sky. The last one flung wayward towards @Darth Mythos, inclement in engaging him in this fight. The twin of the Dark Lord might be killed or wounded here, biting through the hairline fracture of his right arm, but it likely wouldn't come from the lucky long distance shot of a blaster. Not when mindfulness, speed, and an armorweave robe were his allies. Well, that and a Mirialan dancing alongside him, to the beat of the rhythm he had known for centuries.

As he prepared for his engagement, he continued to be mindful, even sending glancing looks towards where he thought the bolts might have originated. Hearing the words of Animus, Gabriel merely smiled.

"In another life, you threatening me would have meant death..." He centered himself. "I fear you tread towards the same destiny now." He fixed his eyes upon the man. "Unsheath it. Seal your own name into it's surface." He twirled the saber and lowered it, prepared to engage, as the beam caught another blaster shot sent towards the ground.

 

[Armand Temi]

The lizard was playing hardball, and why wouldn't he? He had a fearsome reputation to uphold and his entire gang of lackeys to impress.

Aava licked her lips and drew out a large vibrodagger. If he wanted blood, she would give him blood. There was no need to be merciful now. The slave would die slowly or quickly. The end result would be the same despite the path it took to get there.

With a strong feline hand, she grasped the female's lekku and pulled hard so that the Twi'lek's neck was arched and exposed. The girl cried out for help and thrashed around, but Aava put a boot on the creature to keep her steady. Other patrons began to crane their necks at the commotion. I suppose I better do this swiftly, she thought. Unwanted attention was forming around the group.

"Struggling won't make this any easier on you," she said. Aava placed the knife an inch away from the dun-colored neck, glancing briefly again at her pirate companion. If he wanted to stop her, now would be the time. Her arm muscles tensed as she got ready to bring the blade forward.

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

 

[Judah Lesan]

There was no need to kill merchandise, and any job that required it as an application was not worth it. Thorn placed his hand on the Zygerrian's shoulder. When he had his attention, he shook his head. Reaching into a small pouch on his belt, he pulled out a dart. It was loaded with a toxin which would give the appearance of death. Acting quickly he pressed it into the jugular of the Twi'lek and watched as it moved quickly. The alien went limp, and collapsed quickly.

"The bar keep wouldn't like the mess. I'll get rid of the body. You two work out employment details in the meantime."

Thorn threw the limp body over his shoulder and carriednher out of the cantina. Now he had to help her disappear. It was better if the world thought she was dead. Who knew, maybe she'd join the crew, or make it on her own somewhere. For whatever reason, Thorn didn't feel right about killing a random life for the sake of work. He was a pirate, not an assassin.

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

 

[Rapax]

Location: Devaronian slave auction near FFE’s headquarters
Objective: Time to skin a jedi alive
Allies:[member="Varro Shatterstar"] [member="Lord Mythos"]
Enemies: [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] @Coren Starchaster [member="The Revenant"] [member="Agamemnon"] [member="Dax Ragnar"]

Rapax chuckled as he easily swatted away the blaster bolt that was redirected to him....a curios ability to pry from her .....which reminded him. He delved into her mind ...surpriseingly this little one had little defense to the mind..He prodded around stealing what he could from her mind ...even the ability she used recently....so it was called Malacia eh?......a good ability to know indeed...Ah there it was ....a knight...how touching....Chevu Visz was her name....good...saves him the trouble of prying the name out of her later....such an interesting creature ...so much to touch and use......He used his powers in illusion to put her a place where she's more familiar with....would it be a temple?...a home?.... a ship?...the mind is a interesting thing and he will enjoy playing with hers...

 

[Mythos]

Location: Slave Auction
Objective: Annihilate.
Allies: [member="Darth Rapax"]
Enemies: Everything else.[member="The Revenant"] [member="Chevu Visz"]



The man made Mythos even more baffled with every second. The battle around them grew even more direct when the figure standing before him redirected a blaster bolt directly at him. His eyes narrowed instantly and his hand pulled slightly on the hilt, upwards towards his body angling the sacred Rudis slightly to deflect the bolt to the ceiling and in the same movement bringing the blade to bare pointing it's tip towards the man, shoulder extended, as a blaster bolt shot from the yellow blade to the ground.



How did he know about the blade of the dark lord? The words he spoke and the knowledge he possessed did not fit with the actions he committed. Mythos' eyes flashed with a yellow flame as the axe pulsed like a beating heart demanding blood and annihilation.
"My destiny is my own to carve" Mythos said somberly, it had been some time since his last clash of blades and flesh, today in this off beat, scum infested part of the galaxy... Mythos was ready let loose a storm.

The force flowed through him, feeling it inside his body and around him, from the axe and from the stone, from the nearly dead from those still living, the dark side of the force was his anchor and weight. The Rudis of the dark lord began to glow with an eerie red color made from a side of the force some would call unnatural...

He widened his stance slightly and brought the blade across his chest at shoulder level with his right hand while his eyes locked on the stranger, his other hand beside his hip balancing the power of the dark side as it coursed through his body and into the sword. His hood threw back with a gust of foul air and a tip of his forehead exposing the visage of the king of atrisia and champion of the sith.

"Die Insects!"

Before Mythos unleashed the power building up in his sword he would ready for an attack and the intense power within the blade when unleashed would be devastating in such a crowded area. He aimed the swipe at their position and the waves of people surrounding them, the ability was one hard earned and still taxing, but the result would be severed limbs and bodies in a one hundred and eighty degree angle in front of him. The Simple yet, force rippling swipe in front of him while he stepped one foot back would look much different than the version his master Ferus unleashed, much less refined, much more visible and a subtle as a brick.

 

[Bsssk]

Location: Inside the Auction
Mission: Raise Hell. Get the slaves, get out of there.
Allies: [member="Varro Shatterstar"] | All Cartel

Enemies: [member="Kiyron"] | Anyone in the way of the slave cages.
NPCs|Gear

Spoiler

NPCS: 5/6 x Noghri FFE Commandos | 9/12 x FFE Geared Trando Mercs | 3/4 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=bmtbg5b7_Aw​

So they wanted to play? ​

Then the shooting started. Always had to do things the hard way, Bsssk could tell because one of his men had a hole in a chest, dead giveaway that.

“S'sssssecure the slaves.” Was the main order, and most of the men went to do just that, the big trandoshan ignored most of the jedi and sith fighting their ideological wars, and went right for the prize, even if blaster bolts were coming in and sabers flying about, with a grunt he had to dodge one as it cut down another man to his side. Any slave free was being grabbed and hauled, the main mass however with [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] |[member="The Revenant"] were about to be lit up, anyone in the way of getting to the cages, and what a colourful light show it was! You didn't walk into a hutt auction, come bar, come death trap, pull a weapon and get a way with it!

Everyone dived for cover, Trandoshans were hardy all things considered but none of the mercs had wish to die for a cause, pulling civillians, slaves, serving girls, tables, whatever else in the way to stop themselves getting hit for cover, it was all the same to them. Three of them accompanied their boss, as he fought his way toward the main gathering of product (slaves).

The Noghri commandos however were honourable warriors to a fault, they’d square off against Jedi or their guards, one on one, tackling them or singling them out for melee or an honorable death, how [member="Goros the Hutt"] had come by these troops was a sad sorry tale, but their honor meant they had no choice but to fight his enemies

The Rodians were hacking doors to cut off escapes, throwing pulse grenades, frags, or whatever else they got their hands on, staying well down. A whole colorful burst of varied fire shrieked out, invisible tensor weapons ripping people apart slowly but surely as energy pooled into them, sonic concussive wave shots exploded on the walls in three round bursts, and angry vibro weapons hissed away ready to strike. It was a mess. FFE had armed the hutts forces, and well.

[member="Kiyron"]

Making his way with his escort cover to cover to where they'd been holding most of the product (slaves). Bsssk didn’t know what the Jedi had wanted to happen, but they didn’t fight fair out in hutt space. He was a professional, and had no wish to see himself on the end of a saber either. “Give them a taste of hutt space” Readying his carbonite rifle, and firing a jet stream outward toward the opposing roof and whoever was taking pot shots, [member="Kiyron"], hoping to just freeze the entire area in liquid carbonite, but was interrupted by….

“We’ve got a flyer coming in on you, what’s your order?”

“sssss.” Bsssk just hissed, as if it was obvious the response.

The frigate above sent two of its escort down after [member="Dax Ragnar"], and he’d find them trying to get on his tail, nope, not fair at all….

OOC @All

Spoiler

Play the NPCs as you like, assume hits, whatever you like for your rp, i'll tally losses as best I can, but make it a rough estimate.

OOC [member="Dax Ragnar"]

Spoiler

FFE’s headquarters is hidden on a planet in the system Kor Oktanivii, Gos Hutta has a few lesser known worlds. Above this slavers ring there’s just a frigate and a few ships if you want them, feel free to take control of them to give you something to bounce RP off, varied rim world fighter craft, up to you what they are and how they react.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: Above the Slavers Ring

Objective: Provide GA assistance

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

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

He didn’t expect peace and quiet for long, and in moments two blips came on the radar from in front of him. Looking forward, there were no identified shapes forming in the distance, and so looking up to the skies he saw two fighters coming down on him.

”Great,” Dax huffed, pushing the yolk down to bring the T-70 sharply out of their way.

Their craft began to fire, signalling a dogfight of 2:1 above the slave ring which made Dax not only have to consider his own life but those on the ground also. Banking left to come around on the two dangerous looking fighters, he gunned the engines and had his fingers over the trigger for stutter fire; the quicker the better in this case.

The enemy ships seemed to be dancing a strange ballet, with one leading the fight against Dax as the other kept him from escaping; like predators toying with prey. Only his pilot wasn’t ready to be taken as prey today, not in his first real battle for the Alliance. He caught the craft in his peripheral vision and so turned left to come around at it, noting the other above circling around.

Firing his laser cannons in a flurry of red blasts at the craft on his level, Dax suddenly pulled upwards to accelerate the X-Wing. As he rose sharply, he narrowed his eyes and twisted the ship into a barrel roll, firing as he did towards the circling craft. The bolts struck once, twice, taking off a wing, four, five times, tearing through the fuselage and causing the craft to explode into a fiery vapour.

”It’s looking a little toasty up here, so may want to move a little quicker down there!”

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Location: The stage at slave auction
Objective: Organize evac for slaves and allies
Allies: Galactic Alliance - [member="Dax Ragnar"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="The Revenant"] | [member="Chevu Visz"]
Enemies: Hutt Cartel / Sith - [member="Lord Mythos"]

Chaos. Blaster bolts beamed across the hall, like brilliant comets racing around their mother-star. Thanewulf sovereignly stood on the stage, like an alabaster statue in some long-forgotten temple. Light shone from above, illuminating her long, flowing hair in russet hues. She was calm, unphased by the events that unfolded around her. Soon enough, dark-siders were maimed out by the taste of blood and anarchy, their souls craving with bloodlust. They were addicted to destruction, anihillation, which brought about power, their ultimate opium, both their strongest ally but also their deepest flaw. Red blades sprung to life, malevolently threatening life of everyone who was unfortunate enough to find themselves in this forsaken place. A hand reached into her cleavage to detach a small, pin like device. She then slid it into her ear and spoke in a soft, semi-audible voice.

"Thanewulf to Ragnar. Do you hear me?" The buzz of static noise fizzled in her ear.
"Nerfs are loose. Transport must be ready. Everyone with a collar is ours."
Dax was to coordinate evacuation of freed slaves, once they've reached extraction point. Hopefully he was able to penetrate the defenses and leave an open window for GA fleet. Tionne relied on him to make sure passage was safe. Their job, on the other hand, was to make the slavers busy. The commotion created was an almost perfect rouse, where Sith created just the kind of panic which would allow for rescue of several dozen unfortunate souls.

Grey eyes narrowed upon locating the whereabouts of her laser sword. The metallic collar she wore was swiftly removed after obtaining the key from now fatally wounded Devaronian who brough her to the stage in the first place. The Coruscanti then descended into the crowd, making way towards [member="The Revenant"]. People were scurrying away from the duo in a haphazard manner, both horrified and awed by the iconic imagery of perennial battle of light and dark.

Tionne made her way towards [member="Lord Mythos"] , her bare feet ever so softly touching the grimy ground of the slave pit. The frosty white malliot she wore, the impeccable complexion stained by nothing more than a few lone freckles, the grace she inherited from her Hapan mother... She seemed so out of place, like an apparition from another dimension, the kind of woman one would recognize on an ancient painting somewhere in museums of Naboo. A heroine in her own right, fearless not out of egotism, but because she had nothing to lose. Her life was always offered on a platter, with no reservations, no second thoughts. However, the man holding her lightsaber had everything to lose. She approached two men, almost aiming to stand between them. Her eyes then found Gabriel's, head motioning towards general direction of [member="Chevu Visz"].

"I believe you have something that belongs to me." she voiced serenely and extended her hand towards the man on her right, beckoning for her lightsaber. Tionne finally revealed herself in the Force, her own signature profound, rooted deeply like a millenial tree that survived a thousand thunderstorms. When Mythos' dark presence was felt, her chest rose in a deep breath, his proximity chaffing against her attuned senses like a violent river against soft bedrock. The sensation was luscious, almost exciting.

"She needs you. Go." Thanewulf said to Gabriel, almost commanding him to aid the one he loved. Her attention then turned to the Sith Lord, who's rage had filled the hall to the very brim. His stance was almost regal, as if he spent a lifetime training to wear a crown. Reading off such subtleties was Tionne's specialty.
"Are you entertained, my lord?" she inquired mysteriously, sporting an insightful shadow of a smile.