Another credit, another day

[Queen Popara]

Her fat and heavy arm lift itself a bit, going down with a powerful slap right in the ragged twi'lek. Don Fortuna turned to look her mistress with a hurt look in his face, he was used to the abuses of a Hutt, but as a slave, he could do nothing about that except leaning his head, appreciate in a soft voice saying thank you and smiling. Something that the big pink eyes of Popara not even minded to look, but she dangled her whip in the small right hand, demanding in a loud and deep bossy voice, that spoke in huttese, and nothing else.
"Faster, vermin, faster.", and he pushed her Lounger 432GLM faster than before, making a stupid sound of exhausting that made Popara give a very short and profound laugh that gave a chill in the spines of the gamorrean guards that followed the hoverboard of Popara with big axes in they're hands. The Hutt was impatient, she didn't need a invitation from Gorda the Hutt to come to this pleasure party n his luxury barge.

They were all Hutts, and that meant blood was thicker than mud, even bad blood. She belonged to the Anjiliac kadajic, they had business in Nar Shadda e Nal Hutta, but her true power and control was in Point Nadir, where the Angiliac reigned supreme, and they're word was law. And so heard the rumor of a Tête à tête right in her under mouth, and when the invitation did not arrived, like Don mentioned, she slap him again in the mouth and told that Hutts that have to explain themselves and they're social rules are no Hutts, and if not us, then why not us?

"Find, Gorda now...", the Hutt growled and snap the whip in Fortuna's back, waving to the waiter and grabbing the bowl of food in his platter, eating a piece and tossing the rest right in his face, not long after swing the whip at him and screaming. "Bring me food or you're next!" and her free arm grabbed the waist of a beautiful trandosha female dancer, bringing her a little closer to her body. Despite being a female, she liked girls as well, and after sniffing a bit, she pushed the dancer away and spat in her, waving for Bubo, whistling for the bog dog to attack the dancer lizard, while she laughed with her deep solene voice, suddenly stopping before turning to his human slave intendant striking the whip on the ground, growing in a deep, almost girly, whisper.
"Make arrangements with that filthy."

 

[Thraxis]

Loadout: ​

Spoiler

Chasis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask​

Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour​

Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour​

Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: None​

Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas​

Misc: Null Generator​

Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace​

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Puff. Puff. Puff.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.​

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Shuffle. Shuffle...​

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Shuffled. The deck was laid out flat, drinks poured and the thick scent of cheap cigars filtered the air out like charcoal kept out the 'chemz' from the organic vegetables Thraxis never bought. The drink was a deep, deep red and the cards were more creased and folded than a thirty-year-old shirt that some lonely guy thought looked good as was. Of course, Thraxis couldn't invoke two of the deadly games that were being played at the table, the first the game of cancer, a death stick left on the table tapping away with a smoldering ember that brushed off dead ash on the floor in pools, and the grand liquor leading to a dangerous game of 'What sign officer?' Of course, the vice of cards was still free, in his free hand, a Five of Hearts, a Six of Spades, a Joker, and two Kings, a Spade and Diamond. All in all, this was not a strong hand. Mainly stemming from the fact that he wasn't sure a Joker was meant to be in a game of Poker, but of course, he did hold one key strength.

As one of the newer players hoped in, tossing in a wad of chips he saw a mechanical menace, dressed up to the nines in black armour laced with scrapes and bruises. He wasn't dressed like daddy's boy. He didn't wear a loose cut shirt to show off his muscles, his armours were laced in mechanical rings, plates and strap his every motion a subtle game of intimidation. His hand wasn't the best, in fact, a High Two wasn't a winning hand in his books, but he looked at the table around him. They left like flies mistaking chocolate for crap, they were little boys sitting at the big boy table, sucking on fat cigars, drinking weak whiskey and playing dirty hands. Each one came with a 'state' of the art blaster. A simple, small holdout gun at best. But what Thraxis came with, was state of the art equipment, real toys that were only allowed since some Majordomo wanted him for a job. He folded his first hand, then did the rest, at least six kings were on the table, a few pulled up, guns waved like big boys at each other and quickly to be escorted out as Thraxis pulled himself up. This was called a high-stakes game but it couldn't be further from the truth, where these boys bet with credits and chips the men he knew bet with their lives. A high stakes game would consist of men with nothing left to lose, including their life, where they held pistols those men held grenades with a loose pin. Thraxis pulled himself up, a hand coiling around to them a mystery weapon but to him a sword, but they would never know.

As soon as the mercenary dropped a hand, his gas mask breathed a heavy sigh their game of who had the bigger dick quickly came to an aside as in an instant they realized that the one with the bigger dick was the one who could wave all six of their pistols around on a single digit and pull the trigger. But this soirée of a game came to an abrupt end, he pulled back on the chair, removing himself from the game as a man a foot taller than the man in armour approached, shoulder bumping him and pulling himself in a circle. Thraxis paused, turned. Looked up at the man as he tried to size up. Thraxis looked up and down, the lights of his eyes flashing red and illuminating off his tanned skin as he scoffed. "What bra? You ready to throw down?" He said in an agitated response.

Thraxis rolled around his shoulder a yellow bag, faded, tanned and littered with holes. He didn't scoff. He didn't breathe. Static played over before crackling in with his granite voice, "Everything you do and say is a waste of air and space." He turned, an unmitigated calm as he cockblocked the jock, walking along as his sight found his caught attention. A Hutt had finally rocked up, he had waited the better part of an hour and wasted at least fifty five of those sixty playing cards with losers. Of course, the other five was spent at the bar stocking up. He rocked up, pulling and pushing his way a neat carved line, the Huttese words spoke like rough silver to his ears, he hadn't talked it often, but he knew a few words and knew how to speak in kind. He pushed forward and stood in front of them, when a crowd slipt and slid, watching a Trandoshan be mauled and severed in his footsteps as the crowd watched him horror. This was a rather brutal Hutt, but that didn't mean he couldn't stomach it. He looked down, glowering eyes staring back as he walked over, the Bog Dog, giving a vicious snarl as Thraxis passed. The dog nipped at his heel, bouncing a little as his balance was tossed off he looked at the grand Hutt on their mobility scooter, looking them up and down as well as all around as he let a cold silence feel the in-betweens of the songs beats. "Grand Popara, I have heard a request sent by your Majordomo. As per the request, I have arrived. Tell me, whatever would you need from an ex-Cartel Enforcer as well as the old Head Torturer." There were pauses in his speech, a time and place where he forgot a word and filled it in common, the words Enforcer left in common on purpose, to add some gravitas to the people who walked the clubs.
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[member="Popara the Great"]

 

[Queen Popara]

Her chubby fingers slowly made a movement for her majordomo. A sign that Draper understood for him to the talking, for in his low born understanding, a great and respected being as a Hutt, specially a lorda, would not talk to a filthy mercenary unless he had proven himself worthy of her voice. And so, he spoke in a slow and calm tone, almost like a whisper, hard to hear midst the club’s great noise of others screaming and dancing.
“The Great Popara would like your skills for a quest of most great peril, a quest that will make you steal an item of great power. For the right price.”
On that said, the old slug moved her tail, slowly as if she was interested in the talk, just saying one word in her own language.
“Moulee-rah”, a word that obviously meant money. Not long after saying that, a huge golden bucket was placed in a floating table next to her, filled with small live animals and meat snacks, greasy and spilling sauce all around the brim. The Huttese was much more sophisticated then her fellow hutts, and held one of the animals with both her index and her middle finger, slowly raising the animal into her mouth and dumping it there before swallowing the animal whole, chewing his little bones, and doing a sound of pure satisfaction. Before laughing in a slow deep voice, looking with big mean eyes to the gun for hire.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Loadout: ​

Spoiler

Chasis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask​

Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour​

Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour​

Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: None​

Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas​

Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace​

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It glistened and popped like a marvel of wonder, a pot of gold rolled out on what might as well have been its own stage. So this is where the Leprechaun hid its gold. Was all he could think, this castle was a poor excuse for a Rainbows end, but hell it had all the right colours that popped and locked in place. He crossed his arms, looking up and down at the majordomo before snapping back to the Hutt, his lenses glistening a bright snap of red that mellowed out the other conclave of colours. In this entire scene, he was the odd one out, his clothes were dark, an off shade of yellow was all that made his bag minus the patches of leather keeping the thing together. He bounced it on his shoulder as he rolled around, looking at the Majordomo with an unseen frown.

He looked towards them, it undermined his place right now, where he was relegated to cheap help rather than the head honcho. But this was the Hutty world of business. Respect was earned, never given. And while this Hutt had yet to earn his respect, he at the very least respected their establishment. He took a step forward, rubbing the back of his mask, fingers falling in divets from war tore scars as he looked to the help. "Right, let's call it a job, quest is more... Jedi than Bounty Hunter." He paused, rolling his hands to add emphasis, but it was true, quest had some noble goal attached to it, some grand scale. But a job? Any dredge does them, any bottom alley man and top of the line casino connoisseur take jobs.

As he got that nitpick out of the way he rolled his fingers, interlacing them with a crack as he eyed the golden cup. The chubby fingers had managed to pull out animals and the maw of the Hutt managed to consume in one voracious gulp. But that cup... It had more weight than one might imagine. The coins that were in it was of no consequence, in truth, it looked like a stellar drinking cup. He turned, the lenses of his mask flashing off for a second as beady and dark-ringed eyes glared at the majordomo, one part jovial, one part sadistic and two parts empty. "As for the job, well. I'm the best you can get at a cheap price." He bragged, it wasn't humble, it was a straight decree and working any cheaper than him was an idiots job. "There is only one thing I want right now." He pointed, lenses flashing off again, those same ringed eyes stared with wild joy, a single bead of black ichor rolled down the lens as he pointed, a posture taken as he spoke in Huttese, "I do the job, I get the drinking cup." He declared, he didn't really care for much else, money was little, toys was obsolete, but he hadn't ever won a trophy in his entire life and now seemed like as good a time as any to try.

 

[Queen Popara]

“A job it is. And a good job, one that will pay more than you can hold in your fingers.” Draper said, while Popara took her hand to a big bucket filled with poor little alive animals. Creatures from many different worlds, from many butchers and maybe even a zoo. Creatures that apparently knew they’re fate and crawled in fear as her chubby fingers grabbed a snake like creature and place it in her mouth, sucking the animal in like a spaguetti.

That place was Gorba’s, but Popara felt like her own, or at least acted like her own, what belonged to a Hutt, belonged to all others, they shared their conexions and places of pleasure when visited by a fellow of the same status. Not damn Shell Hutts, those maggots deserved little more than a Tusken raider thrash. After swallowing the animal, she drank a big sip of what smelled like sherry with a lot of spices while Draper talked.
“Cheap? What do you want? Some Sansanna Spice for that nose?”, but no, for the majordomos surprise, he pointed to Popara and her drinking cup. While Draper kept quiet, he knew that Popara was very possessive with her toys and prizes, and so, scared, his eyes were wide opens and almost preparing to curse the bounty hunter and ordered for the guards to beat him. When the frigid frown face of her mistress and eyes half closed opened and the Queen started to release a deep, slow, feminine like that of a dragon, and true. Saying with a amused tone of voice.

“You’re bold, bounty hunter. I like that. You got a deal. Brief him, useless.” And slapped the majordomo in the back for it to go faster. Starting to speak frankly.
“His Great Obesity has a potential client that is in need of a strange product. One hard to acquire… i believe you’re familiar with the rakghoul plague?”, a moment later he proceded, “The great Queen Popara wants you to bring to three to five live species. Separated and trapped in individual cages, which it’s collateral to your own payment. So, chop chop, good luck and good bye, best to come back soon with those pets. We will send a little muscle to help you, and a proper doctor to take care of those beast. You will find him waiting by your ship, when you decide to leave.”, and Draper gave him a comlink. That meant to call in advance when he decided to go on with his mission. For Popara that sounded like a great business, so great that her chubby fingers got a small, fat, ball of fur from the bucket, that cried out loud before she placed him in his mouth and crushed him.


[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Loadout: ​

Spoiler

Chasis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask​

Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour​

Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour​

Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: None​

Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas​

Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace​

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Welp. It wasn't every day you can get complimented by a Hutt. Nine times out of ten, it was an insult or dismissal, but those golden moments when a Hutt could get past the xenophobic bigotry, not look at the race but accomplishments, abilities and so on, it was a grand gift to be given. He hadn't been complimented on that specifically, but if he could get a compliment about his attitude, he was sure he could get one for his skills.

He extended his arms, fingers interlocked with a series of cracks as the Majordomo spoke and he paused for a second. Rakghoul. That was. Well. He knew where to get it at least it was just... The hosts weren't known for being the most amicable people around, in fact, he was sure a Sith High on Spice, a penchant for anger issues and just felt like killing something, was more amicable than that group of diseased creatures. But golly gosh. Just. Look at that cup. A Hutt eats out of it, small animals are in it. If that wasn't worth risking one's life for, well, he didn't know what was.

"I'm familiar enough to know what it is and how to get it." He gave a fingerbang to the Majordomo responding in the brief pause. The majordomo wrapped p, he had to pay for his own cages it seemed, but at least hired help and a doctor wasn't on his payroll. He rolled his shoulder, fitting the bag around it a little closer as he gave a bow, "Well then. I shall take my leave. Chop, Chop as you say." He retorted, an air of levity in his words as he crossed past the grand Hutt, pressing open the doors and quickly escaping into some back alleys.

It was here he took off his mask, a wave of fresh air mixing with stagnant as he took in deep breaths, like a man who had just been resuscitated from drowning he took in the pheromone free air he rolled back, his head pressed against a wall as he pulled up his comm. Some hired muscle wasn't going to be enough for this job. He needed some more dexterous help. And he knew just who to call. He ran through a long list of his comm unit, he was there for five minutes, forgetting a search button was possible before rocking up on an old name. Tiali. Orazio.

He was fairly sure he had a great deal of debt with the man, but the guy had a penchant for not saying no. He dialled in the number and with a flurry of movement like a hacker in a bad movie he typed a storm, Yo, I got a job. I need extra support. You up for the Rakghoul? If so, meet me at these coordinates I'll be here for at least a day getting stuff ready for the expedition.

It was now that he removed himself, his ship was not big enough for this job. So, he sent to what had become more or less a pit crew than an actual crew of useful soldiers to grab the big ship, the one where a Gorog could sit comfortably. He called in for a Flying Huttmen, an old Cartelian ship from way on back. And it showed, the old Cartel Symbol was torn, tarnished and tattered on the side of the thing and would take a day to rock up, enough time for Tiali to get here.

So, with that out of the way, Tiali hopefully rocking up at the Ship's location he went off, he had to grab cages. And specifically. A very big cage, fora very big friend he recalled never truley dealing with.
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[member="Queen Popara"] | [member="Tiali Orazio"]

 

[Tiali Orazio]

The lingering smell of cigar smoke and cheap whiskey floods the room while Tiali comfortably laid on the bed, a light snore seeps from his mouth as his head sank further into the pillow. Before the unfortunate sound of the the com message interrupted his slumber in an initial attempt to ignore the message his hand raised covering his ear but all to late when the sound pierces straight through the impromptu barrier.

Tiali groans as his eyes crack open sitting up his hand raises gripping his hair tightly his diluted mind wondering who could possibly only very few people actually contact him on that silly device. Rubbing his blood shot eyes he stood up on the mattress barely dodging the two twelieks either side of him as he stumbled off the mattress. The sound of the com going off again floods his ears as Tiali rummages through the discarded clothing spread out on the floor. "Oh for crying out loud, where is it!" he spat out in annoyance still searching for the com.

Still in mid search one of the Twelieks wake up with tired eyes from all the commotion a confused look spreading over he face as she veiwed the situation "What are you do..." before she could finish Tiali raised his finger expelling a long "Shhhhhhhh!" the room goes quiet as he waited for the notification sound to repeat. As the sound buzzed Tiali looked to where it was coming from and leaped towards it throwing the clothing covering the device until he finally found it viewing the message.

Hmmmm the Rakghoul now that sounds fun with a side of suicidal, right down Tiali's alley looking to the Tweleiks before clapping his hands together "Alright get out! I got poodoo to do!" the two raise themselves letting out an anguished sound of disgust as they get out of the bed angered by the sudden eviction. He moved towards the two shuffling them to the ships ramp until they're outside locking the door behind them, leaning his back against the now closed doors he brushes off his hands before beginning to waddle towards the bridge.

Squinting upon arrival the light shining through the cockpit windows forces him to shield his eyes as he plants himself into the pilots seat, he punches in the coordinates into his navigation computer showing the way to the location in detail. Flicking multiple switches the engines ignite followed by the hum of the main generator filling the ship. Pulling up off the ground he pushes forward on the throttle making a speedy exit from the surface straight for the upper layer of the atmosphere. As soon as the ship blasted it's way through the last layer of atmosphere the the ship rumbles as Tiali activates the hyper-drive the ship in a blink of the eye jumps to hyperspace quickly heading to the coordinates Thraxis supplied.

Taking an uncomfortable sniff he looks over his naked form taking note of his bad body ordure "R9 take over, I desperately need a shower!"

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

The lid of a box exploded open with a large cloud of smoke. This smoke was different, it didn't smell of gun powder, nor did it smell of fire. It smelt of nettle. Cadan shifted around, and slowly pulled himself out of the crate before standing on the deck of the ship in nothing but his tighty whiteys. The Duros wandered around for a moment or two trying to regather what had gone on for him to be here. "Where am I?" Cadan's robotic arm rubbed his forehead as he thought back to the night before.

A flash back! Music was pumping... There's Tiali here for some reason... The credits were flowing, so were the drinks... There were a couple of good looking Twi'leks. "Arrrrrrrghhhh" Cadan sighed. What has he roped himself into. "Gotta find Tiali."

Cadan began to search the ship, it didn't take him long to stumble into the cockpit. "Oi! D6 or whatever the feck 'e calls ya. Where is Tiali?"

R9 let out a few whistles, if only Cadan could understand this blasted thing. "Useless trash can." Cadan smacked R9 over the head with his robotic hand, a metallic smack filled the room. Follow by a started cry from Cadan as R9 gave him a zap from his tazzer.

"Blasted thing." Cadan left the room and rearranged his wedgie. "Tiali! Where are ya?" Cadan's voice echoed throughout the ship. "An' where the feck is my gear?".

[member="Queen Popara"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Tiali Orazio"]

 

[Thraxis]

Loadout: ​

Spoiler

Chasis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask​

Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour​

Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour​

Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: None​

Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas​

Misc: Null Generator​

Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace​

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The sound of metal granted along the floors of the Docking bay... What? The transaction? No, no, no. Who want's to listen to someone go buying Cages. That's boring, no, instead we cut forward to the good stuff. Four very cages dragged along, slaves in each, it sets up the joke of a Twi'lek, a Trandoshan, a Gammorean and a Human get caught and slaved and... Well, Thraxis couldn't remember the punchline, he overheard it once in a bar and remembered no one laughing so he doubted it was any good to begin with. It was dragged along by three Gammoreans, each one tied with a chain around their throats and some whipping boy, genuinely, an aspiring courtier of the Cartel this lad hadn't seen enough moons to even see an eclipse but apparently was in the good books with some Hutt on Nal Hutta.

Of course, Thraxis was a people pleaser. It was a great pleasure of his to go above and beyond for the pettiest of reasons, anarchic reasoning being the best description of his mind, so behind the boy, dragged by a three Castrated Orrays and what looked like the Boys father. Maybe it wasn't Hutt Pleasing, but getting into the Family Business young. But Thraxis wasn't one for Family Affairs, the Slaves were in, a great deal too, Buy Four get one Cage Free, it took a little bribery to get the deluxe Beast Model, everything one would want, Steel bars, a Non-Porous Floor, Acid Resistant and Electrocuted. Mind you, it was solar powered, so good for the environment too.

But as he arrived, a spectacle that drew the attention of some, a Flying Huttmen was already docked, his old ship moved out and put in storage in some parking Garage he rented out on the cheap. Mind you, cheap for the number of crap he stored, but cheap none-the-less. His crew had already been gathered out the docking bay of the ship descended with a crack as dozens of people rolled out, each armed with some form of Tranquilizer, from great Rifles to miniscule pistols that cleaned and walked, grabbing the cages and dragging them into the bay. He grabbed one of the lads, 'Jerome the Jouster' As he was apparently self-referred. Dumb name, but then again, he was a dumb kid. "Right, Jerome I-"

"Jerome the Jouster." He interrupted.

"Wha? No, Jerome L-"​

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Jerome. The. Jou-"

"Look Jerome Just listen to-"​

"Jerome the goddamn Jouster say it right!"

"No damn it I'm in Charge Jerome"​

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"JEROME THE GODDAMN JOUSTER!"

"GODDAMNIT JEROME IT'S A STUPID GODDAMN NAME AND I AIN'T CALLING YOU IT DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?" There was a great pause, the crew looked, still hauling in the new cargo. The slaves were temporary, they knew how he worked with Slaves, they either worked for him off the bat, no breaking in, too much effort, or if they don't fight for him. They die. Simple, clean and mean's he doesn't spend three years having to break their minds and build them from the bottom up. That was how Sith worked, backwards, stupid and far more effort than needed. After all, was said and done, Jerome the 'Jouster' Poted and walked away, his feelings hurt as Thraxis grabbed another number, pointed to them, "You. Right, where are Tiali and Cadan." He said firmly, it was a simple question that didn't need ten minutes of dialogue as the guy shruged. Daft bastards hadn't arrived yet and he wasn't sure if the Mercenary or Doctor were even aware of the new situation.
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[member="Queen Popara"] | [member="Cadan Tazi"] | [member="Tiali Orazio"]

 

[Tiali Orazio]

The warm cleansing water flowed over his head running down his body falling into the drain below, turning the water off he grabs hold of the towel drying himself off before hearing the commotion outside. Quickly wrapping the towel around his waist he takes hold of a razor sitting near the sink swinging the door wide open he jumps out razor at the ready pointing it towards Caden. A confused look spreads over his face recognizing Caden immediately "When the hell did you get here? and stop yelling!" his hand raises gripping tightly at his head.

Memories of the night before flash through his mind seeing Caden as the common figure in most memories "Oh wait.... that's right." throwing the razor to the side he moves to a group of bottles bunched in the corner, gripping one missing approximately half of it's liquid taking a swig to help clear his fogged mind. Taking the pilots seat again he sinks his back into it looking to Caden, "How about you stop harassing the droid and go get some clothes on! Our dear old friend Thraxis has a surprise job for us should be fun." intentionally leaving out the details of the rancor.

The ship rumbles as it exits hyperspace the view of the flying huttmen presented through the pilots window in all it's glory, something Tiali hasn't seen in some years the now faded Hutt cartel symbol presented on it's side bringing back some nostalgic thoughts to Tiali's mind. Tiali slides the bottle to the side with now both hands free they jump form console to console setting in the commands to dock to Thraxis's ship.

Spinning the chair around to face Caden a light grin stretched on his face "Let's eventually gear up and get our feck on!"

Tiali's Patrol Craft fly's towards Thraxis's hanger making for a easy landing as it settles on the deck with a light Thump. Tiali's ships doors slide open revealing the ramp sliding down making contact with the deck. Tiali exits the door steadily walking down the ramp towel still wrapped around his waist bottle still at hand, approaching the first chump he see "Hey buddy go find Thraxis tell him the Calvery has arrived."

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Queen Popara"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan jumped back, and stared down Tiali. "I ain't got no idea when I got 'ere. All I know is we on your ship and headin' somewhere?" The Duros rearranged himself, his eyes moving to the razor in Tiali's hand. "An' what bloody good would 'ave that been against me." Cadan's stare then moved to the assortment of bottles in the corner. Slowly he creeped towards them, muttering the names on the labels to himself.

"I bloody forget where me clothes and gear is. Maybe it's in one of the rooms." Cadan's fingers brushed the dust of one of the bottles. Weequay Whisky it read. "That'll 'elp me find me shite."

Cadan darted out of the room and once again began to search room from room, hoping to find his gear. As he passed through the halls he felt the ship jolt and groan as it exited hyperspace. "Betta get a 'urry on then." The blue alien began half jogging around the ship till he stumbled upon a weary eyed Sullustan that was still asleep. Right there next to it was his gear. "Was I that desperate last night?" Cadan asked himself as he quickly threw on his gear and left with Tiali to join Thraxis.

[member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Ursula Vizla]

Objective: Escort, secure package.
Team (NPC): Doctor Bancroft, two gamorrean guards, Malakite the Tamer.
Location: Ready to go.
Gear (As it goes): Black Fligh suit, Osseus Class ExoSkeleton, Legacy System Beskar’gam (equipped with: Jetpack with two individual thrusters, one wrist rocket launchers, two cortosis gauntlets, two crushgaunts, one wrist mounted retractable vibroblades, and two wrist flamethrowers, one Mandalorian Power Shield, and one KE-1 Shoulder Mounted Slugthrower), AIMX-01 "Buckler" Energy Shield Cybernetic Arm, armorweare black cape with Vizla symbol in the back in red ink, pair of R82 jump boots, Utility Belt (equipped with: Two thermal detonators, one grappling spike launcher, ammo, one comlink, one EX-324 Serum Subjects, two hand granades).
Armory: Four Shiva Knifes, one TMW M1 "Lance" Sniper Rifle, two MT 14 Heavy Blaster Pistol.

Finding the bounty hunters was not a problem for her. Specially in that Hutt hellwhole, she was escorted by Popara’s toys to the place, and barely paid any attention for the way, or when they met Thraxis, her mind was worried. She never saw a rakghoul in her life, but knew the infos and log from the data she found about the species. Those were dangerous and wild animals, that Popara should leave them be, and not hire guns and mercenaries to bring some to her court, whatever reason that would be.

“So, Thraxis, can we leave? Are bringing anyone else?”, the good human doctor asked to what appeared to be the person in charge. She want it nothing to do and not even come any close of those beasts, she was only there to help. To secure the pets for the hutt lorda. So kindly, she provided with more muscle for that enterprise, like those two identical gamorreans with their big sharp axes, and her own zoo keeper, to ensure the animals are well enough for the journey home.

[member="Thraxis"]
[member="Cadan Tazi"]
[member="Tiali Orazio"]

 

[Thraxis]

Loadout:

Spoiler

Chasis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: None
Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator
Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace

It was an off smell, and the biggest weakness of hulking Gammoreans. He had lived with the pig-faced beasts most of his life and could tell a servant from a master. The trick was simple. They were all servants and the duo that stood behind smelt no different. He was busy, three soldiers around him, when one caught a look of a Doctor approaching he slipped a clipboard. They were simple things, you could buy them for a few credits at a store and throw on a white coat and all of a sudden you're any profession he wanted, and the profession he wanted right now, was the one that commanded attention.

He curled around on the balls of his feet, a soft pat as they levelled with the ground as he looked between them. He opened up with a sigh. "Vincent," He pulled back, tapping the clipboard against his shoulder, "Grab the two big ones some Tranquilizer Guns. And..." He paused, looking at the walking armoury. They came... Well. Prepared was when you saved up money for a week to go binge drinks. This one, she came with fear. From Shields to Vambraces, to Guns to Armor this Mercenary Popara sent was not instilling much confidence. She seemed more or less like some vagrant off the street strapped with more gear than they knew what to do with. "Get the walking munitions factory a shot of Adrenaline. Fight response specifically." He pulled back, looking to the Doctor with a curt smile. "Oh come now. We just got here, and already talking of leaving. Why the Cavalry hasn't even ar-" In a second he was cut off, as another of the crew rocked up.

"Thraxis Sir, I was informed to tell you Cavalry has arrived." Short, brief and they quickly whizzed past him as he tapped against his legs, head bouncing in minor annoyance.

He turned on his heel, pointing to the ship as he snapped once, twice, thrice and the crew reverberated it like a well-oiled machine. When the first click snapped, a myriad of noises rotated, an unrefined snap furthering in distance. When the second snapped, it continued again until the final snap was like a hammer against an anvil, the entire crew in union snapping, the ship's engine purring to life with a sickened sputter, black smoke and fog rolled from the engine as the growing pains were kicked and knocked out. I... The... How? Were the only thoughts running through his mind as he looked to the Bounty hunter, Two Gammoreans, the good Doctor, and... A guy. Some guy. The guy maybe who he didn't know who just... sorta. Existed behind them.

The ramp was closing in as they walked up, there wasn't much converse in Thraxis, a rather minor annoyance if anything at the fact Tiali had managed to sneak onto his ship. They had landed for something like ten minutes and the guy had snuck on.

Thus, the doors whirred, buzzed and rolled into life and separated as a black drabbed man, stood, staring an invisible look at the duo at his table.​

...​

It had been... too long.​

His voice gurgled and chuckled in inhumane speech, Gammorean, Hutt than finally common to the duo. Which was the problem? There were two. Tiali. And a Blue Tinted Sleaze ball who had vanished on the celestial winds. "Tiali. Cadan. It has been... Far. Far too long." There was some measure of camaraderie in his voice, something he seldom expressed, a sense of rejoicing as what was partially the Jackals reformed into a small knitted club. "And we shall have that time to rejoice and make up for lost time, but as for now." He walked up, his finger dashed and dined along a keyboard, a flash of blue illuminated the musky room as a planet formed, Taris. Home of the Rakghoul Plague, Devestation, rebuilding and all that fun Jazz that came with a storied planet.

"We are heading to Taris. I have an old score to Settle with a certain Rakghoul down there." He paused, looking at the duo, that was a good point to start. "Oh yeah, by the by we are grabbing Rakghouls."​

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[member="Ursula Vizla"] | [member="Tiali Orazio"] | [member="Cadan Tazi"]​

 

[Ursula Vizla]

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[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan's gear slowly fell into place, as he half ran after Tiali. His armour was ruggered and battle-proven. Each aspect showed signs of damage even his weapons.

Already Cadan was getting wind of the stench from the Gammorean's. You'd recognise it anywhere. That smell flood Cadan with dark cloudy memories, mere snippets of his time with the old Hutt Cartel. Those were the good days... All over now though. Cadan snapped back to reality as he felt a needle sticking into his arm. He felt the Thrust rush into his veins. Those memories were washed away as the Thrust traveled his head warming it. Cadan smiled as he saw his old mate Thraxis.

As Cadan approached him, he brushed shoulders with a rather heavily armed women. He glanced at her up and down, then to himself. "Am I under dressed love?" Cadan asked with a wolfish grin.
"Thraxis! It's been a whole." Cadan shouted as he stepped towards Thraxis, throwing an arm around his shoulder. Cadan eye balled the planet that they were destine to, and then heard the words leave Thraxis' mouth. "The feck is a Rag gool? I ain't never 'eard of one of 'em?" Cadan's robotic arm moved up to scratch his chin, as he throught. But there was nothing coming. "Eh" The Duros shrugged his shoulders. :Can't be nothin' to bad if we is bringin' 'im" Cadan mocked as he pointed towards Tiali.

[member="Ursula Vizla"]@Thraxis@Tiali Orazio

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Tiali quickly trailed back grabbing his gear equipping it as fast as humanly possible still putting on the last pieces as he came back down the ramp. With Caden by his side in haste they both made a beeline for Thraxis's location.

Upon arrival Tiali looked around the room taking in his surroundings Huh two gommoreans it's good to see we have some mobile meat so we're not the targets. Oh and some others Tiali doesn't know it's always good to have more possible human shields around. Patting Caden on the shoulder as Tiali looked over [member="Ursula Vizla"] 's gear releasing a sharp impressed whistle "Very nice, you gotta tell me where you got all that."

Turning his attention to Thraxis a smile stretches over his face "It's good to see you again Thraxis" he listens closely to Caden blabber on before replying "Hey if one of us is being eaten today it's gonna be your drugged out ass." Glancing back to the gomorreans then returning his attention back to the two "and maybe one of them, you never know." He shrugs taking a seat as he listens to the brief.

Well If the Rackghoul does get Caden the poor thing will probably die from overdose anyway.

[member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Ursula Vizla]

Objective: Escort, secure package.
Team (NPC): Doctor Bancroft, two gamorrean guards, Malakite the Tamer.

Hearing the commentary from Tiali, made one the gamorrean guards to growl out loud. Lifting his big poleaxe up in the air, in a way that meant he was okay with picking up a fight. That was the moment Ursula raised her arm in front of the pig like creature, as a sign for the animal to stop what he was doing. From the helmet, her metal distorted voice came in a serious and menacing tone.
“Save your bickery for the rakghoul, or Popara will hear about this.”

The last time the Queen had a fight in her palace, four people got punished, two of them were thrown to her pet rancor as a sport, while she watched, eating the grilled body parts of the other two. The fun fact was that only two were fighting, while the other two were a guard and a waiter that just watched and did nothing about it. Cold and serious, Firestorm turned to the mercenary and calmly said.
“When are we leaving?”, and to that, the good doctor Bancroft answered.

“Soon, i hope. I’m dying out of curiosity to see a real live rakghoul. Oh, how marvelous those animals must be. They still live in Taris?”, the doctor was a degenerated man, a mad scientist that worked for a private company. One that had shady business with Popara and her associates. And that was how the galaxy worked.

[member="Tiali Orazio"]
@Cadan Taz
i[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Loadout:

Spoiler

Chasis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: None
Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pis
Misc: Null Generator
Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace

One would imagine, the Rakghoul would bring a hush to a room, a dead silence that radiated with an ominous presence. but in Thraxis case, a calamitous network of noise radiated, as if dismissing a wolf with a broken leg and forgetting about the fanged maw. But, in this case, it was good. He didn't need a crew of yellow-bellied children rushing about in a panic when the first of the beasts stumbled into view in that cold dark cave.

By now Cadan had coiled an arm around him, Thraxis took note of a dart sticking from his arm and attempted to flick it away, "Well Cadan. A Rakghoul, it is like a bad drug trip. That won't end. And you don't get to bang a hooker." He explained, if he knew Cadan, there were few ways to get an idea to really bounce in his head, but a good one is to just compare something to a drug trip, lord know's it's one of the few things the noseless wonder could relate to these days.

But the Doctor brought up a fantastic point, when were they to leave? He looked at his wrist, it was definitely a hair past a freckle and they should've left fifteen minutes to a mole. He looked tot eh crew, the ship was still shuddering and recoiling from the startup, he scratched his head and at best gave an estimate. "Five minutes? Yeah, should be around there." He pulled back, dropping Cadan's arm as the question of Taris having Rakghoul was brought up. If they didn't, he was in trouble. But last time he went there, he, a Doctor and some force user didn't finish the quest. But that was year's ago, so who knew if they still were.

"As for still living in Taris. Well. I hope so." They were Rakghoul and Taris didn't have the best history with them as far as he knew. and if they weren't there, then they likely were a lifetime job to find. "I haven't been to this cave in years, last time I went we didn't finish the mission, they ran out, I got paid and that was the last I heard of it." He paused, he ran a finger along the planet, rolling around like a spinning globe he stopped in a heavily forested area, there wasn't really any place for a ship to land, so they were going to have to make one. "Anyway, that was really the update I needed to give you two." He continued, before the ship ruptured into life, jerking around as Thraxis held with almost precise movement, bending backwards and forwards as if predicting the movements of the ship. "Now then, get some sleep you three. We should be there in a day." He clapped, he closed the hologram and looked around, waiting to take any questions.
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[member="Ursula Vizla"] | [member="Cadan Tazi"] | [member="Tiali Orazio"]

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Leaning his elbows on his knees his hands support his head under the chin as he listened to Thraxis closely nodding along with the short brief. Taris huh? surprising there is any living creatures left on the rust bucket of a world, but if Thraxis believe's something is true it's probably true or he'll make it true.

Upon the Thraxis's last few words Tiali stood up from his chair his arms raising up stretching out his back, a yawn escaping from his lips as his arms slowing low back to his sides. "Alright buddy I'll see you tomorrow lets go catch a rakghoul." in haste he steps away from the group nodding to Thraxis as he makes his exit through the ship's corridors in a beeline for the onboard bar, assuming it's in the same place as it was years ago.

On arrival he looks over the bar with it's now rustic look approaching it it's most notble feature being small and rather basic compared to your average cantina on almost any planet, reaching over he helps himself from what's left of the assorted liquor bottles. Taking a seat on a stool he looks down at the bottle blowing the dust off the label before popping off the cork letting it drop to the floor. Continuing he takes a swig out of the now opened bottle, as far as Tiali's concerned he can sleep when he's dead at the present moment he is gonna enjoy a good drink he'll get some sleep eventually.

[member="Thraxis"]
[member="Ursula Vizla"]
@Caden Tazi

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan rolled his shoulders back, threw his hands behind his back linking his fingers and proceeded to crack his back. "Ah, sounds like she gonna be a tough one ta crack aye' Thrax." Cadan licked his lips, then nudged Tiali in the ribs. "An' this Ragmuel sounds like she gonna be tough too!" Cadan let out a small burst of laughter at his incredible witts. "Get it?" He jabbed Tiali a few more times in the ribs before Tiali made way too the bar.

Cadan thought for a second, were they working for another Hutt start up? How'd they always find themselves working for the Hutts? "'Ow long do ya reckon this new 'Utt group is gonna last?" Say what you will about working for Hutts. They always paid good.

Cadan felt the ship rumble awake under his feet and listened to Thraxis. "Jus' japped up, I ain't headin' to bed now." Cadan beelined straight for the bar, somehow he knew Tiali would be there. "Aye! Tia!" Cadan shouted as he burst through the doorway and dived over the bar to where the tender would be. "Ya ever killed a Rakcruel?" Cadan busted the top off of one of the bottles and took a big swing, his mind was racing.

[member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Ursula Vizla"]