Utinnis and Bikinis (Wide open)

[Chevu Visz]

Location: Slave pits
Objective: Get out and get off Gos Hutta
Allies: [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Dax Ragnar"]
Enemies:[member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Lord Mythos"]

Disorientation gripped her as she was unknowingly trapped in the midst of the Darth Rapax's illusion. She heard odd sounds, like bubbling lava flowing across volcanic rock. Was she back on Sullust? It didn't feel like it. Then she heard a voice echoing through the palace, an unearthly barritone that chilled her to the bone. The man knew her name and personal details about her. Panicked and close to tears, the Mirialan began to dash through room after room of the palace looking for Gabriel and Tionne.

"Chevu..."

His voice washed over her, calming, like the eye of the storm. Her environment shifted to a peaceful green field on what looked like Arkania, her home world. What the?

"Chevu, wake up!"

Chevu blinked fiercely, amid a flash of blinding light. Once her eyes adjusted, she found herself back in the Gos Hutta slave pit in the middle of combat. Bodies lay strewn across the pit, and most of the slaves had either been taken away or fled. She turned, and felt a rush of relief as she saw Gabriel nearby. She gave him a grin. He'd rescued her from the strange waking dream, no doubt some kind of Sith trickery.

"Where's Tionne?" she asked him, her brow furrowed. "We need to get her and get out of here."

 

[Mythos]

Enticing and enchanting magic or simple infatuation? Mythos did not delve on it at all as his eyes darted across her figure and her steps towards him leaving a trail of visible outlined energy behind her. Hapan? Mythos had never met or seen one before to his knowledge yet if every single hapan was as beautiful as the woman dancing before his eyes he would be hard pressed to wish harm upon any.

His stance remained balanced and his eyes narrowed as he relaxed, his muscles and arms softened and he tilted his head hearing her speak. Mythos had been enchanted before, yet only by a chiss aristocrat who to this day could make him jump into hyperspace on course to chiss space in an instant.... yet that call had never come to his displeasure. She was not in his thoughts however, only the hypnotizing figure and voice of the astounding beauty that was this Jedi? Her force aura seemed very lightsided.

"A Pleasure miss Tionne." He said with a sly smirk and a slight purse of his lips. He stepped closer to her and tilted as she moved, both seeming to twirl in place locking eyes with each other, scheming, waiting for an excuse to do...something crazy,yet the tension mounted slowly. "Oh? and what would that be? "

He chuckled softly as his eyebrow raised in curiosity. What was she going to offer? An Offer he could not refuse? Was she going to offer Mythos a spot in her band of merry men? She looked the leader seeing as how the powerful stranger obeyed her orders without question... His attention was fully and entirely on her. He had forgotten about the ensuring chaos, the firefight, his apprentice and the stranger... she had him right where she wanted him.

Then she made her offer... and Mythos paused. His facial expression turned from thought to intrigue quickly. There was a long pause, Mythos thought quickly of the repercussions and the advantages of her offer. He glanced over to [member="The Revenant"]. Eyes flashing in yellow flames as he sent him a message through the force.

<<"We shall meet again">>

His hand extended and a noose of the force would wrap around the neck of his apprentice [member="Darth Rapax"], just a sharp tug to get his attention, not to harm or hurt him in any way. "Naga, it's time to go home now" He said to his apprentice but really speaking to Tionne as his eyes locked upon hers,struggling to keep them there and not astray. His hand quickly went to his earcom activating the communications to his ship "the millennial".

"Belay that Millennial, just hutt ships is all. I'll be there in a blink"
"Roger that Lord Mythos, belaying order"
Once he had finished the order his hand extended with his palm upwards and his eyes darted to the lightsaber in the woman's' hand. Mythos was a flirt and often lead astray but he wasn't stupid, he was not about to go off with an armed Jedi and expect everything to go smoothly. Yet he felt at ease and relaxed...just protocol in a way, he would then offer her his shoulder to walk away gracefully and gallantly. One thing was hardest... keeping his eyes off her hips, he was a gentleman after all.

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

 

[Bsssk]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YAn8KwnjNM​

Kicked back towards him, the grenade froze the ground, people slipping and sliding if they tried to move. Asphalt scythed from the pillar next to his head, Bsssk’s ears were ringing, sonic wave shots causing disorientated, and pain in his unshielded ears. Shaking himself out of it, snapping off fire towards the doorway, his clip draining more and more so each time, one pistol was thrown down, he only had a few shots left with the other, but the bloody fight around them gave him no break.

Someone swung for his head. Pulling a knife from his boot, he jabbed it upwards taking out the threat, this was one fight too many, as the guy wedged his knife straight into Bsssk’s side. He broke the man’s neck cleanly, but it was too late, knife fights, score keeper he knew they’d be his death.

No time to wait, no time to think now, as the last of the Noghri’s behind him gave their last breath for their honor, every last man dead or fled, the only way out was ahead, frell honor. The lumbering trandoshan tried to make a break from his cover, slipping right into the sniper’s sights, he saw the weapon ahead just too late.

Raising his chin up, and looking at Kiyron, he knew his time was up, and a toothy grin formed across his face. "WELL COME ON THEN" he raised his weapon up with a growling hiss, the final thing he heard was the crack of the gun, and everything went black.

Fin for Bsssk

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Great thread guys, girls and thanks Kiyron. Thanks cartel folks, bsssk has been fun!

[member="Kiyron"]​

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Location: Slave pits
Objective: Leave with Mythos and see her friends and slaves walk to safety
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Dax Ragnar"]
Enemies:[member="Lord Mythos"], sort of

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

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Thanewulf watched king of Atrisia eat right from her hand, succumbing to his only weakness. He could not be blamed, though, for Tionne was indeed one of a kind. Mythos would soon experience the full scope of her social intelligence; her surrender to the Sith Lord was an act where trust was to be tested on a multitude of levels. Firstly, she would test herself against the foul tendrils of the Dark Side. She had no idea what Mythos had in store for her, would some form of torture ensue or not. Secondly, Tionne would test whether a Sith, albeit a special kind, could be reasoned with, if his mind was permeable to logical arguments. And lastly, she would test if the Galactic Alliance and those who's freedom she bought with her own life, trusted her enough not to launch a rescue party. Undoubtedly, Mythos would draw her deep into Sith space, where extraction was impossible withour substantial casualties. Her submission was, in a way, a multilateral test of allegiances.

When the Lord extended his hand towards her, Tionne docily placed the electrum hilt of her lightsaber into his hand. She smiled internally, to the mere prospect of him igniting the blade by accident and finding out it was equipped by a Solari crystal, which would burn through the flesh of a dark-sider attempting to wield The Light of the Core. It assured her nobody would ever use her own sword to execute her, but also to test whether light resided in those who were bold enough to set it alight. [member="The Revenant"] had just passed such a test, much to dismay of those who failed to trust him.

"Thanewulf to Ragnar. Skies are clear. Collect the payload and scramble." spoke Tionne into her comm, telling Dax nothing of her deal with Mythos. The fact that fighters backed down implied the Galactic Alliance had prevailed. There was no reason to suspect it came at substantial cost. Thanewulf trusted [member="Dex Bastion"] would prevent Ragnar from trying anything foolish. The leader of Red Squadron had infinite trust in Tionne and her unorthodox methods. The comm was then tossed away, into the rubble.

"Lead the way, my lord." the redhead voiced and walked beside Mythos, pulling up the hood of her frosty white cloak to hide her face. The train of the mantle draped behind her, enveloping her body into an alabaster silhouette of thick, silken cloth. The two made way towards the exit, followed by entourage of Mythos' apprentice and Sith regimen.

Grey eyes found the Mirialan Knight across the hall and established contact. Tionne held her gaze, and time seemed to slow down a notch, granting them more than a few fleeting moments before the redhead would vanish with Mythos. Around them, havoc, destruction, sparks and blaster bolts flying across like spears of pure energy in some tell-tale battle of titans. Thanewulf admired Chevu on a very basic level; she was true to the cause, with an infallible internal compass which always pointed in the direction of greater good. Where Starchaser saw recklessness, Thanewulf saw spirit. Where Coren saw Visz's flaws, Tionne saw her potential. Visz was the beacon of light, the red-haired Jedi a mere corrective. In due time, Chevu would be forged into a leader, where the armor she would wear would be crafted from experience alone. Gabriel, on the other hand, was a neccessary ingredient of her success.

"Freedom is never free." Tionne messaged through the Force, the meaning of her words cryptic at first. She trusted Chevu was inquisitive enough to connect the dots and understand the greater plan.
"I will return." she concluded while exiting the slave pits alongside Mythos, her presence vanishing from the Force. Even if the Alliance wanted, they would have no way of tracking her.

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[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"]

The righteous path is one paved upon many routes. And while Gabriel appreciated the ubiquitous nature of the force, that it may lead each and every person down their own path, he couldn't understand this one. As he opened his eyes, tracing his footsteps back from the folds of Chevu's mind, like a fugitive stepping back through their own steps in the snow, he shook free the idea that this threshold between the two were as murky as they once were. A solid wall rebuilt. Honey brown eyes strafed towards Animus and Tionne, clenching teeth.

He hadn't been fully conscious in real time during this interaction, the exchange to rid the field of Animus. It felt like forced abandonment, the sort of deed that was paid without need. There were forces here, powers at play that could have vanquished these foes, or at least broken them to a bending knee. But instead, the red head had given up her freedom for the lives of those around them. While Gabriel understood the destructive power of these Sith, he didn't bow to it. He didn't dismiss it, he merely opposed it. As stone against crashing tides.

Stepping forward, fists curled into tight balls, he watched as the woman willingly took the leave of the pit with a backwards glance. Gabriel watched with a protrusion of his jaw visible, with each clamp of his teeth. This was avoidable, this was reckless, and this felt wrong. Confused, frustrated, and intent on figuring out what exactly had happened and how to recover this woman, he turned towards Chevu and squinted. "We need to go."

He wasn't asking. As much as he respected what Chevu was trying to do here, they needed to remove themselves from the conflict at hand. The smoke they presented for this hornets nest was quickly fading. With a flick of his wrist, the smallest projection of a force barrier, Gabriel deflected a red blaster bolt up into an overhang. It charred in multiple concentric circles, smoldering.

 

[The Angry Cheese]

(( I am so behind... Help me catch up? ))

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: Above the Slave Auction
Objective: Clear the skies for evacuation
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 Cartel Craft behind Dax peeled away upwards, and he glimpsed over both shoulders as his chaser seemed to lose interest.

”What’s going on?” he muttered.

Then the message from Tionne came through, which he didn’t like – skies are clear? What had she done? How would she know?

”Tionne what have you done?” Nothing. ”Tionne?” Still nothing. ”Damn!”

The T-70 pulled around to see the Alliance transports hovering in the high atmosphere waiting for the signal to land. It seemed there had been a sudden stand-off and Dax was in the middle.

”All Alliance members on the ground, I suggest you get to surface as the transports are coming down – something’s happened and they’re not firing back.”

 

[Armand Temi]

"I do have a ship," answered Aava, taking the slave collar. Her claws made a clicking sound against the metal as she clipped it to her belt.

"The Jewel of Drukarg, an Aurore-Class freighter is my ship. But I came to Gos Hutta to trade it."

She glanced at the Twi'lek, now passed out on the bench. Hopefully she would wake up soon. Outside of the cantina wasn't the best place to be knocked out, but the residents didn't seem to care either way, as though they were used to the sight of drunk or dead humanoids littering the streets.

"But while I was out looking earlier, I did get a tip that there was a brand, new Aurore-Class II Freighter like mine in a hangar just up the way. Want to check it out?"

Aava knew she wouldn't be able afford it, but perhaps Thorn had credits. And if neither of them had enough, well... it wasn't the first time Aava had stolen a ship. All they needed was a good distraction.

"In fact, take the Twi'lek. We might be able to use her after all," she said, her feline incisors gleaming as she smiled.

[member="Thorn"]

 

[The Angry Cheese]

Shrugging to himself as he looks in between the two, he taps his right-side Westar-34 pistol, giving the Zygerrian a nod as his rangefinder raises back to its standing position. The woman was certainly smart, but they didn't have the time for buying and negotiating.

"Do whatever with the girl, but I'll make sure we can get that ship."

 

[Judah Lesan]

"I'm not sure she was suggesting you go after the ship guns blazing. In fact where in the world did you even come from? The tip on the slaves was nice, but we're actually stealing the ship to go to GA space, and they hate slavers."

Thorn was hoping he didn't have to tell the man to disappear, but he was really getting on Thorn's nerves. One Mando running in and stealing a ship, right. Maybe he could be a distraction, but Thorn was trying to get work with the Zygerrian, and this guy was just coming in and taking over without even introducing himself. He'd already started off by not acknowledging Rathe, and now he was playing macho man. Thorn turned to Aaya.

"What's the plan. I for one don't want to get killed before I can get started. We do what this guy says then we're going to end up dead."

[member="Tracinya be Gra'tua"] [member="Aava Sasithorn"]

 

[The Angry Cheese]

[member="Thorn"]

"Sorry, forgot to introduce myself. Its Tracinya." Glancing to the man, he shrugs, figuring he was probably right. He never really did think of anything other than going in guns blazing. As for where he came from? Its a Hutt-controlled world, with plenty of bounties. One would think it rather obvious why he was originally there... But apparently not him. Nevermind that, what matters is [member="Aava Sasithorn"]'s plan.

 

[Armand Temi]

Aava sighed heavily. She needed to take control of the situation.

"Look, Tracinya. I've got this Pateesa now," she said, thumbing her claw at the attractive human Thorn. "I don't need another one. This ship that I'm about to pick up is owned by a Zygerrian here on Gos Hutta. I can't show up with an army or else he will suspect something."

The Zygerrian didn't want to do this - to break up the party in this way - but she pulled out her shock whip, and with a flick of her furry wrist, snapped it at the ground, kicking up a dust cloud between all of them. "You leave this between me and my people," Aava threatened.

"Come pretty one," she said, grabbing Thorn with a clawed hand. "This one has bounties to attend to."

Aava Sasithorn emitted a noise - a cross between a purr and a growl - and held up her hand to the bounty hunter to not follow. She knew how to deal with the seizing of the Aurore-Class II, and it didn't involve the three of them. Even the Twi'lek could be left behind.

Aava trusted Thorn. She sensed something in his blue eyes, an interspecies pact of sorts that they would stick together.

[member="Thorn"] [member="Tracinya be Gra'tua"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Thorn just nodded. He wasn't about to get in the way of a woman with claws and a shock whip. Rathe wasn't exactly sure what made her trust him so quickly, but it seemed they found each other working together. Unless she was dragging him off to kill him, or something else way more exciting than death. He wasn't used to being called the pretty boy, or the pretty one, and there seemed a posessiveness from the female. It was likely her species. Thorn didn't care, he needed the work.

When sunk her claws into his shirt, it tore slightly. He didn't like it anyway, but if he was going to keep it on then he had to follow. Rathe didn't look to see if the mando stayed, but the message from [member="Aava Sasithorn"] had been clear. The pirate noted he needed to be sure not to cross her.

"So what's the plan?"

 

[Armand Temi]

"Hmmmmm, the plan," Aava purred. "Oh I have a plan, alright." Her stalling was not a good sign. There was no plan. Aava was going to make it up as she went along. She did have an initial framework of a plan, however.

"Okay, when we get to the hangar," she said, as they walked together towards their destination. "You need to get inside the ship. Let me deal with the Zygerrian." Aava didn't have credits for the ship and since Thorn was asking for work, he was probably as skint as she was. Now should she seduce the Zygerrian? Kill him? The pirate had those sleep-dart things. Perhaps those would come in handy.

Either way, her ultimate plan was to steal the Aurore-Class II Freighter. And then ironically, maybe she and the human could find some honest work.

[member="Thorn"]