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[Mr. Usher]

ESCALATION​

A single movement: the raising of one hand.

And from a voice almost human, came the words:

“TWENTY THOUSAND CREDITS. For the Mandalorian.” Kreg Jare

No further explanation. No elaboration. No vocal challenge.

The husk returned its hand to its side.
Silent once more. It did not require discovery, lest this imperial recognize the shifting biomass from the open conflict on Mygeeto so long ago.

Marlon Sularen Arcadian Kreg Jare​

 

[Hakar Scaleback]

The Madclaw Arcadian Allura Kahli

"Two thousssand creditsss for the madclaw!"

Hakar Scaleback stalked his umbaran competition like a predator seeking the perfect moment to pounce. Most of the bawdy crowd feared his reputation enough to keep their distance. Those fearless or stupid enough to make themselves an obstacle were roughly pushed aside by a freshly grown arm still shedding scales while it healed from the slave's act of defiance against Black Sun.

"Wookieesss are not broken easssily," he tasted the air with a forked tongue as if picking up Allura's scent, "You would be wissse to reconsssider your invessstment."

Rows of sharklike fangs widened in a too friendly smile but the menacing look in Hakar's reptilian eyes left little question that he was making an unspoken threat. Trandoshans were known throughout the galaxy for their aggressive negotiations. A fortune in tasteless aurodium jewelry advertised both wealth and enough arrogance to flaunt such prized trinkets around this wretched hive of scum and villainy.

 

[Aiden Porte]

Auction
OBJ-Escape
Tags: Makko Dres

“Hey!”

“We’ve got to find a way out of this chit. Any ideas?”

Aiden heard the small knock on the bars followed by the single word. He looked over to another individual whom he didn't know. Essentially offering to put their heads together to find a way out. Aiden neared the bars as he closed his eyes and rested his head against the bars.

"We can't do much right now. Unless you got support from the outside that could get a distraction going. Even then....." Aiden thought about the force suppression collar around his neck and while he had other skills that wouldn't require the force. He knew his training with the Royal Defense Force were valid things. He would have to get close quarters though, and with the lock on their cages.

Aiden chuckled lightly, then spoke in a low tone to Makko. "Perhaps someone here will find pity on us and override these locks on our cages." Aiden didn't carry the complete bright hopeful stature that his father had. He still believed in it, but reality would set it in at some point.

"What about you? How'd you get here?"

 

[Allura Kahli]

"Careful is for surgeons and rhydoglycerin," Nitroglycerin Star Wars-style using Rhydonium Allura responded casually to Sars Sarad that thought her moves excessive. If she'd wanted to disturb the market, she would have bid on every single slave on auction, but that would be foolish. No one liked someone throwing credits around.

And on that note, the man decided to hike the price for the girl. The Umbaran regarded Sars for a moment before she raised her hand once again, "Five thousand."

A second voice from Hakar Scaleback joined the first, and her pale gaze shifted to a reptilian creature that desired the Wookie. "Well that's your problem. Wookies aren't meant to be broken; they're the ones that do the breaking." Having spent quite some time on Kashyyyk, Allura was more than acquainted with what they were capable of as a species. The Silver Jedi had taken residence in those forests, after all. "Three thousand." The way Madclaw looked at those that bid on him, however, and she figured he would be a handful -- ten or twenty, in fact -- regardless of who or why. But would she reconsider as her less amicable competitor suggested?

Arcadian​

 

[Kreg Jare]

Warrior No More

Objective 1 - Slave

Arcadian | Mr. Usher | Marlon Sularen | Other Slaves

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The blue and silver turned ever so slightly towards the man in the crowd.

Every instinct inside of Kreg told him to fight. To break off these disgraceful chains forged from the armor he once knew. To take his warrior physique, clad in only a simple cloth tunic, and kill every last one of them. Show what his training all those years ago on Mandalore was capable of. Make those bastards who imprisoned him regret they ever crossed his path.

But no, now was not the time. The mysterious bidder spoke to him in what could only be guessed as telepathically, though Kreg did not take him as a Jedi or Sith. The man claimed to be buying the Mandalorian for his freedom. An opportunity to return to his life of normality as a bounty hunter. And so for that, Kreg viewed the man as honorable. Quickly, yet subtly, the man offered a nod of respect and appreciation for his bidder. While peering out into the crowd, trying to find where the bidder disappeared to, another voice cried out a number.

This time, the Mandalorian knew exactly where to look. A tall man stuck out from the crowd, one that Kreg had only heard tales of: Sularen. A wicked mastermind who had numerous engagements against the Neo-Crusaders. Some of Kreg's brothers were subject to his wrath. The anger built up inside of the slave could not be held back any longer.

"I'll kill you Imp, for all that you have done to my people!"

Just then, a surge of electricity ran up the Beskar chains, striking Kreg. A cry of agony bellowed out as the man fell to his knees, succumbing to the pain. There would be revenge against that man if it was the last thing he ever did. In this state of suffering, the Mandalorian did not hear the next number be yelled out from the mysterious bidder. Instead, he tried to conserve strength, sparks of electricity still dancing around his helmet.

 

[Makko Dres]

O B J E C T I V E - 1
S L A V E - A U C T I O N

As much as Makko wanted to break free and murder all these fething slavers... Aiden had a point. They'd need either an incredibly elaborate distraction to buy them enough time to run, or a full-blown rescue party to wipe the place out. Neither seemed likely, considering the kind of luck he had that landed him in this cage to begin with.

He kept his eyes moving around the room, even as he spoke to the other guy. Didn't want the slavers to catch on and start cracking whips... literally.

"I, uh- I don't remember much," Makko admitted. "One minute, I was running from... some bad people." He didn't want to admit they were Espos, which were, for all intents and purposes, the police. "The next, everything went black. I think one of them hit me in the head. I remember being in a CorpSec shuttle, but I have no idea how it got here. I guess they must have gotten attacked by slavers on the trip to... wherever they were taking me."

Probably to Star's End on Mytus VII, if he had to guess. That's where the CSA took all their 'undesirables,' of which he had become very quickly due to his antics.

"There's gotta be a way out of here that doesn't involve being bought. Do you have any ideas? Or any friends?"

Tags: Ave Jathassa | Aiden Porte​

 

[Arcadian]

Tags:

[Black Sun] Allura Kahli | Avari II Avaricious | Ave Jathassa | Marlon Sularen | Sars Sarad | Mr. Usher​

[Slaves] Aiden Porte | Ceri Fraissi | Kule Loklo | Kreg Jare | Kurineth Cull | The Madclaw | Makko Dres | Nat Björk​

Location: Slave Pit, Pesmenben IV

A sudden surge in bids made Arcadian move with sinister intent, like a cobra swaying over its prey. "Five thousand credits for the Jedi girl," he announced.

"Twenty for the Mandalorian, a steal if no one bids higher!"

He stepped over to the other cages, rattling them with his boot. "One thousand for the Ewok gladiator and Dark Sider. Three for the Madclaw!"

Cade's hands went up once again, riling the crowd. His helmeted head turned to Aiden Porte and Makko Dres next, his malicious expression palpable even through his visor. "Let's hear some bids for the Jedi boy and the slicer! Their skills are impressive, I assure you. Capturing these two little bastards was no easy feat. The senator, too! Diplomatic convoys are not easy to attack."

CURRENT BIDS​

• Aiden Porte for 1,000 UCs - Allura Kahli
• Ceri Fraissi for 5,000 UCs - Allura Kahli
  • Previous bid: 4,000 UCs - Sars Sarad
• Kreg Jare for 20,000 UCs - Mr. Usher
  • Previous bid: 10,000 UCs - Marlon Sularen
• Kule Loklo for 1,000 UCs - Marlon Sularen
• Kurineth Cull for 1,000 UCs - Avari II Avaricious
• The Madclaw for 3,000 UCs - Allura Kahli
  • Previous bid: 2,000 UCs - Hakar Scaleback
• Makko Dres for 1,000 UCs - Ave Jathassa
• Nat Björk for 1,000 UCs - Allura Kahli