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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

​

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
  • Current Bid: 1,000 UCs - Allura Kahli
• Ceri Fraissi
  • Current Bid: 6,000 UCs - Sars Sarad
    • Bid 4: 5,000 UCs - Allura Kahli
    • Bid 3: 4,000 UCs - Sars Sarad
    • Bid 2: 2,000 UCs - Allura Kahli
    • Bid 1: 1,000 UCs - Sars Sarad
• Kreg Jare
  • Current Bid: 20,000 UCs - Mr. Usher
    • Bid 2: 10,000 UCs - Marlon Sularen
    • Bid 1: 8,000 UCs - Mr. Usher
• Kule Loklo
  • Current Bid: 1,000 UCs - Marlon Sularen
• Kurineth Cull
  • Current Bid: 1,000 UCs - Avari II Avaricious
• The Madclaw
  • Current Bid: 3,000 UCs- Allura Kahli
    • Bid 3: 2,000 UCs - Hakar Scaleback
    • Bid 2: 1,000 UCs - Allura Kahli
    • Bid 1: 1,000 UCs - Avari II Avaricious
• Makko Dres
  • Current Bid: 1,000 UCs - Ave Jathassa
• Nat Björk
  • Current Bid: 1,000 UCs - Allura Kahli

 

[Sars Sarad]

---

"Is it?"

Audacious.

She'd raise the price again but it didn't appear to bother him. She'd bid on so many, Sarad had to wonder if Allura Kahli wasn't here as a shill in the employ of Arcadian driving the price up to the benefit of the Syndicate. Intriguing if that were the case though potential dangerous if it were discovered.

Either way Sarad didn't appear concerned, his pockets ran deep thanks to the contracts he'd fulfilled in the service of the Empire though that had only been a bonus at the time...

"Six thousand."

...his voice called out, he'd look at the Auctioneer so that he could gain his attention and ensure that he knew he was still bidding on the girl.

As for the rest, if Sarad was interested in any of them it appeared only fleeting at best.

 

[Aether Verd]

Assets: Beskar'gam | Basilisk
Darksaber | Resolute Dawn​

PESMENBEN IV

The Mand'alor was present as a guest. Invited by the Underlord to witness and to potentially take part in one of the Syndicate's many revenue streams. Their organizations orbited one another, after all, and thus it made sense for elbows to be rubbed and familiarity to be grown.

So it was that Aether was seated, beverage in hand, watching as the auction was underway. He didn't intend on spending any credits this day...until he saw the buy'ce. He didn't know who Kreg Jare was. He didn't know how a fellow Mandaloriaon got in this situation. But one thing was for damn sure.

He wasn't going to rot in a cage or bleed as another being's plaything. He was coming home.

"30,000 credits for the Mandalorian."

Aether then looked over the roster of who and what was up for sale. Though he didn't have a dog in the fight of how Royal Naboo personnel got themselves in this predicament, good neighbors and all. For every credit spent in the attempt, someone regal would be made to pay double when it was all said and done.

"2,000 credits for the male Jedi. 7,000 credits for the female Jedi. 2,000 credits for the Senator."

Arcadian​

TL;DR:

• Aiden - 2,000 UC
• Ceri - 7,000 UC
• Kreg - 30,000 UC
• Nat - 2,000 UC

Allura Kahli , Sars Sarad , Mr. Usher , Marlon Sularen , Aiden Porte , Ceri Fraissi , Nat Björk , Allura Kahli

 

[Sars Sarad]

---

Another voice from somewhere in the background in the peripheral of where he stood. Turning his head to look back over his shoulder he saw the Mandalorian, Aether Verd seated and with drink in hand watching the auction. Of course, it all made sense now why he would bid so highly for one of his own but driving up the bids of the others; annoying.

As for Sarad himself, he had his own history with the Mandalorians---dishonorable warriors who used trickery and technology rather than skill of arms against their opponents.

Glancing back towards Arcadian he'd have called out...

"Seven thousand five hundred for the Jedi girl."

...and after a brief pause...

"And check the Mandalorians credit."

...throwing credits around was easy, if you had them but Sarad a sense that this Mandalorian may have been throwing around more than he had on hand. Time would tell.

 

[Aether Verd]

Assets: Beskar'gam | Basilisk
Darksaber | Resolute Dawn​

PESMENBEN IV

The Mand'alor was not surprised that another had bid in response, such was the nature of the game. What did cause Aether's eyebrow to raise was the question of his credit.

He didn't make a fuss. He simply, privately, pinged the host, advising that all payment would be provided immediately via his MandalTrust holding.

Because imagine carrying cash in 902 ABY?

His hand would then raise:

"7,501 credits for the Jedi female."​

Arcadian + Sars Sarad

 

[Mauve]

"And check the Mandalorians credit."

Delicate fingers the pallor of lavender, nails lacquered in deep plum, wrapped around the Dark Jedi’s arm as a Zeltron woman appeared as if from nowhere by his side. Wearing fabric sheer enough that a Givin would melt into the ground in horror at the mere sight. Others would merely break their necks. Useful idiots. She leaned close to his ear and whispered.

“Not that one, Sars, his assets run deep.”

She would know. It was her business to know.

“But if you had something… unique…”

The woman leaned away, violet eyes regarding the man who most considered as a dangerous killer with curiosity.

 

[Sars Sarad]

---

And Aether Verd had outbid him again, a single credit this time. It actually amused Sarad who looked back in the direction of the Mandalorian again and mouthed the words...

"You are a credit to the weakness of your people."

...his voice a whisper, such that only those closest to him could hear him not unlike Mauve who had appeared close by and wrapped her arm around his own.

She leaned closer and Sarad, intrigued would cant his head so that he could listen to her.

Of course he took her for her word, she was a known Info Broker with intelligence many considered invaluable. Hers was a reputation beyond reproach. Everything she said he would take as is.

Interesting that were many would easily fall under the sway of her beauty, accentuated by the sheer fabric that clung he did not. She was a Zeltron, she had a natural sway with the opposite sex however Sarad's had always been more---violent than senssual---and so there was a certain resistance to her charms. However she had his interest and regarding her in turn he questioned...

"Unique?"

...as if waiting to hear what she might suggest.

 

[Mauve]

“Oh,” she shrugged a shoulder and examined a fruit she held in one hand - some variety of peach.

“Could be something more appetizing than just credits.”

A ship. A ceremonial sword. A sculpture… A piece of Wintrium looted from Gorba the Hutt’s personal vault by his own bodyguard.

“Something juicy.”

Teeth gently pressed against the skin of the peach, peeling into its soft flesh. She chewed, evaluating the taste.

“Something…” she traced a fingertip down his arm with her other hand, “irresistible.”

 

[Catarina Talen]

PESMENBEN IV
SLAVE AUCTION
TAGS: OPEN | Aiden Porte Ceri Fraissi Nat Björk Voli Cholrass

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Catarina hid amidst the crowd. She was tense, nervous. Preliminary Force reconnaissance had suggested a number of highly dangerous presences on Pesmenben IV. She had expected Sith scouts, Dark Jedi mercenaries, Imperial Knights - and instead, she had found a Manda'lor and an Imperial Warlord.

Cat took a breath, and let herself rest against the wall of the auction house.

Wait. Relax. Focus.

Two captured Jedi. One captured senator. She recognized them. Five other prisoners. A slicer, apparently, and a handful of Dark Jedi among them. Too many guards to break them out here - and, again, the customers were a problem too.

A sharp pang, twisting beneath the ribcage.

It would be wisest to allow the proceedings to carry on. The prisoners would need to be transported somewhere for processing. Her opportunity would present itself then - during the transport, or the processing itself. She felt it, as keenly as she felt the ground beneath her feet or the air flowing around her.

Catarina stood from her resting spot, and began to move again, drifting close to the front of the clamoring horde of aspiring flesh merchants. With her presence suppressed and her identity it secret, it wasn't as if she could let anyone know what she was up to, but hopefully one or both of the padawans recognized her - and could take solace in the knowledge that someone was here from the Republic.

 

[IG-44]

O B J E C T I V E - 2
H O S T I L E - T A K E O V E R​

​

The lithium mine was a sizable operation but was minimally staffed, as far as Fortyfour's photoreceptors could tell. Most of the site's thermal signatures came from machines and mining equipment, not armed guards. This would be rather easy.

"Fewer than a dozen targets," he reported to the other Black Sun operatives.

Roughly ten, give or take. Small arms mostly, a few blaster rifles. One carried dioxis grenades that would make quick work of organic targets if detonated inside the mines. Luckily, IG-44 was impervious to cheap tactics such as poisonous gas. Black Sun would have to be careful inside, unless they sent only enforcer droids in. It would spell a quick victory if they could force the lithium miners into the pits, blocking the exits before sending an expertly-placed blaster bolt into the grenade as it hung from the guard's belt.

Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but IG preferred not to let any means of killing his targets go unexplored, no matter how difficult they may be to employ. For now, though, he was content watching their movements and storing their patrol patterns in his memory banks.

Tags: OPEN
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[Allura Kahli]

Allura meet Sars Sarad 's eyes with a nod. Things were going well until the Mandalorian Aether Verd showed up. She made no effort to hide the barely concerned flicker of a scowl at the man's bids. It wasn't for the reason she hoped people thought. Still, the man was both meddling in affairs he shouldn't and, perhaps, providing a certain cover she could use. Provided he didn't take it too far.

"Eight thousand for the girl [ Ceri Fraissi ]. Three thousand for the boy [ Aiden Porte ]," Allura called out with a casual look in the Mandalorian's direction. A mirthless smile touched her pale features.

Why had Sars delayed in countering? He hadn't given up interest, had he? That could complicate things.

Arcadian

 

[Arcadian]

Tags:

[Bidders] Aether Verd | Allura Kahli | Avari II Avaricious | Ave Jathassa | Hakar Scaleback | Marlon Sularen | Sars Sarad | Mr. Usher​

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

[Spectators] Catarina Talen | Mauve | Vaux Gred | Voli Cholrass​

Location: Slave Pit, Pesmenben IV

Credit sticks made such a satisfying sound when they dropped into the bottom of a coffer. Arcadian could practically hear the tune of 30,000 hitting the tin when none of than the Mand'alor himself entered the fray, defying expectations with a generous bid on Kreg Jare and smaller driving numbers on the Padawans and Senator Björk.

A bit more showboating would be needed for the others.

Arcadian kicked the young Sithspawn's cage, startling him with the impact. "This one's a skilled slicer! Gave even the Corpos a run for their credits on Etti IV. They're out of business now, only a matter of time before their urchins forget the tools of the trade."

"And what about this fine specimen!" he said, moving on to the Dark Sider. "She'd make a fine assassin. Between the Royals and the New Jedi, the galaxy only becomes harder to make credits. Must be creative. Little more is creative than a Force-wielding killer."

"Speaking of killers - is no one entertained by this diminutive carpet? Twice as deadly as a full-grown Wookiee at half the size. That's half the food, half the water, but all the excitement of a bloodthirsty combatant."

Of course, Arcadian knew that The Madclaw was easily the strongest being in the room. But nobody said slave auctions were honest.

CURRENT BIDS​

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• Aiden Porte
  • Current Bid: 3,000 UCs- Allura Kahli
    • Bid 2: 2,000 UCs - Aether Verd
    • Bid 1: 1,000 UCs - Allura Kahli
• Ceri Fraissi
  • Current Bid: 8,000 UCs - Allura Kahli
    • Bid 8: 7,501 UCs - Aether Verd
    • Bid 7: 7,500 UCs - Sars Sarad
    • Bid 6: 7,000 UCs - Aether Verd
    • Bid 5: 6,000 UCs - Sars Sarad
    • Bid 4: 5,000 UCs - Allura Kahli
    • Bid 3: 4,000 UCs - Sars Sarad
    • Bid 2: 2,000 UCs - Allura Kahli
    • Bid 1: 1,000 UCs - Sars Sarad
• Kreg Jare
  • Current Bid: 30,000 UCs - Aether Verd
    • Bid 3: 20,000 UCs - Mr. Usher
    • Bid 2: 10,000 UCs - Marlon Sularen
    • Bid 1: 8,000 UCs - Mr. Usher
• Kule Loklo
  • Current Bid: 1,000 UCs - Marlon Sularen
• Kurineth Cull
  • Current Bid: 1,000 UCs - Avari II Avaricious
• The Madclaw
  • Current Bid: 3,000 UCs- Allura Kahli
    • Bid 3: 2,000 UCs - Hakar Scaleback
    • Bid 2: 1,000 UCs - Allura Kahli
    • Bid 1: 1,000 UCs - Avari II Avaricious
• Makko Dres
  • Current Bid: 1,000 UCs - Ave Jathassa
• Nat Björk
  • Current Bid: 2,000 UCs- Aether Verd
    • Bid 1: 1,000 UCs - Allura Kahli

 

[The Madclaw]

Twice as deadly as a full-grown Wookiee at half the size.

The hate leaking from Madclaw’s amber gaze would have seared flesh from bone.

Was it not he who had plumbed the depths of event horizons, who had crossed oceans of space to distant galaxies in name of the Claatuvac. Had he not looked out from the bridge of a Rakatan dreadnought and beheld the wreckage of empires drifting through time and space? Now brought so low.

His lips peeled back from fangs and in a voice, low and rumbling and mighty as jungle thunder, he spake,

“Dead Ubese walking.”

 

[Voli Cholrass]

Current Outfit, Pre Built Lightsaber

Slavery..... it was something Voli absolutely detested seeing people get their rights and dignity stripped away for credits. Back when she attended High School, Voli was seen as a person bereft of emotions and morals. The former was not entirely a lie, she liked to be alone, and she didn't like her fellow students much except for Zoey Bradiss who was her only friend. The latter on the other hand....... Voli liked the Dark and, in many ways, she wanted to embrace it. But it was to do good and to satiate her curiosity not to go on mass murder sprees. Voli was also fascinated with creepy and disturbing stories, but slavery was something she drew a line at. People weren't tools but this Black Sun seemed to treat it like a galactic enterprise.

"Because slavery is a galactic enterprise," Voli thought miserably as she stood close to her partner: Catarina Talen as she navigated through the sea of people gawking on the potential slaves as if they were toys. Ugh..... Voli felt tempted to use the Force to pulverize them into bloody chunks. But she quelled those violent thoughts to herself. She was on recon and Voli needed as much live experience as needed, she had to be the most inexperienced person on this team. She only was a Padawan learner for a few months.

"I know the basics," Voli thought. "That should be enough to get me through."

Normally Voli would be nervous, but she was making a difference that went beyond her Holoblog which she did as a hobby. She spotted Catrina and went closer to her. "Master Talen?" Voli whispered. "We're in position right? What do you see?"

Who knew that the experienced Jedi was more nervous than the Padawan? Voli could sense Catarina's fear.

Aiden Porte , Ceri Fraissi , Nat Björk