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Populate [Black Sun] All Sales Are Final | BSS Populate of Pesmenben IV

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The Madclaw

Cartographer
The Madclaw
Character Bio
Hakar Scaleback said:
"Five thousssand creditsss for the wookiee."
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Upon sight of this bidder, Madclaw’s rage boiled over and he bared his fangs, jaw yawning opening as a roar ripped from his throat and shook the air.

Not the Trandoshan.

He would kill him.

He would bite and tear him.

He would pull out his spine and suck out the marrow.

Madclaw strained against his shackles, against the chemicals pumping through his blood, longing with every fiber to leap through the ray shield and pound the reptile into meaty pulp.
 

Ave Jathassa

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ALL SALES
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Devil in a New Dress - Chapter 1
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TAG: Aether Verd Aether Verd | Hakar Scaleback Hakar Scaleback | Quinn Varanin Quinn Varanin

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One by one people flooded the auction, more Black Sun Vigo, independents, even major names from neighbouring power. Sith, Imperial, Mandalorian. They wash the disgust of slavery in her mouth like a bottle of napalm would.

The Pureblood Vigo decided to approach one of her colleagues, Hakar Scaleback Hakar Scaleback , leaving her guards and entourage in their current spot. She never likes him for obvious reasons; Trandoshan, slaver, temper that would rival a Pureblood. Yet she sees opportunity to raise chaos, to make her forget the sorrow of growing up a slave, to make her feel better about herself by putting others down.

“Look at them, walking in like they own the place, talking like their authority matters here,” she slithered besides the Trandoshan Vigo, sliding her arm on his lower back, leaning her head to whisper.

“Mandalorians, always thinking that they are better than us, that they deserve to rule above us,” she shifted her gaze towards the Mandalor, and the Sith beside him. What a hypocrite. By now she already forgot about the slave she bid for.

“It would be funny if one of us raise the bid to, 80, eh?” she chuckled, checking her account in her holopad.​

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Voli Cholrass

Jedi Goth
Voli Cholrass
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Current Outfit
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As Catarina Talen Catarina Talen ordered Voli to look at the crowd of people, Volis frown slowly became deeper. As much as he wanted to go in and kill all these assholes while freeing the slaves in the process, Master Talen was right. Voli normally would've been rational but in a situation like this, the Jedi were supposed to be heroes, the Calvary who would swoop down and take out the bad guys at least according to the stories. But Voli should’ve known that stories were that…… stories. Many facts were twisted and exaggerated to fit a feel good narrative. It was all well good to construct a story….. until you believe in it.

“What’s the point of waiting?!” Voli thought with bitterness. “The most infamous scum in the galaxy are here and we’re just going to do nothing?!”

It was hard to believe that Voli would be passionate in a cause, but the Jedi were slowly rubbing on her. “Next thing I know I’ll be a knight in shining armor throwing down lightning on people.” Voli thought.

“Okay Master Thalen,” Voli said. “But we need more people to care about this sort of thing. We can’t wait until the Queen gets kidnapped that we unleash the full might of the army.”

Voli shook her head. “Following your lead though.” She said with bitterness in her voice.
 
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Allura Kahli

Behind You
Allura Kahli
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The auction was getting lively. Allura calmly regarded Sars Sarad Sars Sarad as he called out nine thousand, Marlon Sularen and Aether Verd as they fought over a Mandalorian, and her admirer Hakar Scaleback Hakar Scaleback with a hunger for the Wookie at five thousand.

The Umbaran regarded the lizard with the empty slate of her eyes for a moment. In truth, the man wasn't wrong. The Madclaw The Madclaw had never been one she truly wished to purchase. If she'd won, she would have released him but given the constant outburst and hard stares the Wookie gave it was obvious he'd be a problem even if she did free him. His reprisal might even be more vigorous if she simply let him go. As for it being 'known' to Hakar... "A favor then," Allura agreed with a nod. It never hurt to be owed a favor no matter how small.

Time was running out it seemed as their auctioneer called for the final bids. Allura, however, found her gaze elsewhere in the crowd over her shoulder. A strategic bid would do better than tossing money at the Black Sun blindly as those two fighting for the Mandalorian had.

As though to taunt Allura for her thoughts, however, Jek Raynar Jek Raynar wandered in to drop a bid on Aiden Porte Aiden Porte . The Umbaran slowly turned to regard the drunkard. "Five thousand for the boy," she replied evenly for Arcadian Arcadian 's benefit. There were certain parties Allura was prepared to 'lose' to in order for other elements to satisfy their own agendas. Yet, Allura had her own agenda and losing both people she actually sought to purchase at this auction would be unacceptable.

 
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Jek Raynar

This may hurt...
Jek Raynar
Character Bio
Allura Kahli said:
As though to taunt Allura for her thoughts, however, Jek Raynar wandered in to drop a bid on Aiden Porte . The Umbaran slowly turned to regard the drunkard. "Five thousand for the boy," she replied evenly for Arcadian's benefit.
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His eyes darted to the female that had found his dark visage of mirth. Like a ooze it shifted into a sloppy snirk and Jek smooched the air to blow the female umbaran Allura Kahli Allura Kahli , his competitor bidding against him, a tender kiss. He waltz over near her and relit his death stick. Amazingly he somehow kept his Mandalorian wine bottle in hand.

" Well, well, Dont think ive seen one of," he paused. Brought the death stick to his mouth and inhaled and blew the vapors at the umbaran. ",... your kind. Oi, How bout this? If I win, i'll let you keep my jeedai." his face went stoic, but his body still swayed slightly. " I sober up, and I, I-I sober up fast, I take you out some time...And dont worry love, you dont neeed, to answer now. Just watch."

He lifted his death stick into the air with what felt like performative authority. " Ten...thousand...credits. For the Jeedai. C'mon give him up!" The illicit substance jabbed at Arcadian Arcadian .
 
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Allura Kahli

Behind You
Allura Kahli
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Allura turned her head just enough to bring the man clearly into focus as he drew nearer. Otherwise, the woman didn't reach into a pocket or cross her arms in a defensive desire not to be any closer to the man. A silent smacking of the lips even followed the exhaled discard of the death stick. It was by far the least odious thing she'd ever been subjected to. A woman in her field had to delve into some very peculiar places in order to get inside a hostile faction's guard.

Jek Raynar Jek Raynar made his offer? and then shouted his counter. Allura, meanwhile, did reach into her coat to produce a thicker cigar. She idly drew out a guillotine cutter and snipped the capped end off with a single, sharp snap. A shadow of a smile curled one corner of the woman's lips upward as she pocketed the severing instrument.

"Fifteen thousand for the boy," Allura called out to Arcadian Arcadian without looking in the auctioneer's direction.

"Got a light?" she asked of the quick-sobering Jek with the cigar nestled between Allura's fingers. She'd smoked even back on Kashyyyk; outdoors, of course, the Jedi Masters found the scented smoke to be disturbing (not to mention a 'bad example' to the Younglings, they'd said).

 
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Arcadian

Fire with Fire, Bolt for Bolt
Arcadian
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Location: Slave Pit, Pesmenben IV

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Aether Verd said:
“I'll raise my bid to Seventy thousand credits,” he said flatly. “For a condition.”

A pause.

“You will not touch him again.”

He didn’t care if it ruined the show. He didn’t care if it soured the crowd. A stack of credits hung in the balance, and all it cost was a modicum of restraint.

“Show a touch more regard,” he continued, words cold as forged iron. “And I’ll show you how much it's worth to me.”
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"Regard?" Arcadian wheezed. His damaged lungs became increasingly audible as the night went on. The more he spoke, the harsher his voice became. But a direct condition, one stipulated to the tune of seventy thousand credits? That was worth entertaining.

"As you wish... Mand'alor," Arcadian said with a slow bow of his head. "Regard, for your... investment."

It was an amenable request, and better yet, it was not universal. The Mand'alor's credits did not buy manners for the others. Arcadian faced the Jedi boy now, bending forward to taunt him. "You're quite far from any temples, Jedi. I hope you enjoy you new masters." Was always nice to torment a Forcer. Even though Cade gained a better understanding after working with the Jedi Knight Lossa Aureus Lossa Aureus and the Rimward Trade League, he was still very prejudiced against them and their dogmatic control of the galaxy.

"Final bids!" he said, rising to an upright posture. "Low bids, high bids, anything in between. Black Sun welcomes all credits. Take home a fine specimen. Don't let this opportunity pass."

In truth, he'd hoped to make more credits on the slicer and senator, but seventy grand on the Mandalorian alone was nothing to balk at. Arcadian would push the less popular slaves as much as he could, but Black Sun stood to make a large enough profit to offset the low-ball bids. It was a good night. Velzari Tharn Velzari Tharn would be pleased.

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Marlon Sularen

L'Empire, c'est moi
Marlon Sularen
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A L L_S A L E S_A R E_F I N A L
Objective 1 : Slave Auction

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
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"Eighty Thousand Credits for the Mandalorian." Sularen responded, further challenging the Mand'alor's bid for Kreg Jare. In a sense Sularen could respect the Mand'alor for fighting tooth and nail for this Mandalorian. After all he was someone who sought to look after all Mandalorians across the galaxy. He was a man of principle and that was something Sularen found admirable.

However the Imperial Supreme Commander was also a man of principle. Where the Mand'alor sought to free one of his own and bring them back to Mandalore, Sularen sought to silence another dissident voice against him while also ensuring the advancement of the Imperial cause in the galaxy. While it did unfortunately put the Supreme Commander and the Mand'alor at odds, Sularen did hope that the Mand'alor would come to understand his decision in making such a move in claiming the Mandalorian to advance the interests of the Imperial Confederation soon enough.

Nevertheless given at how contests the bid between him and the Mand'alor was, Sularen decided to pursue a third option, an additional bid that he could fallback on should the Mand'alor successfully outbid him on Kreg Jare. Afterall, his priority was to secure new potential operatives to advance the goals of the Imperial Confederation. Thus Sularen would make another bid this time setting his sights on the Wookie slave. "Ten Thousand Credits for the Wookie"
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Tag [The Host] | Arcadian Arcadian
Tags [The Competition] | Mr. Usher Mr. Usher | Aether Verd Aether Verd | Hakar Scaleback Hakar Scaleback | Allura Kahli Allura Kahli
Tags [The Slaves] | Kule Loklo Kule Loklo | Kreg Jare Kreg Jare | The Madclaw The Madclaw ​
 
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Aether Verd

K I N G
Aether Verd
Codex Judge
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THE AUCTION CONTINUES

Aether’s gaze never strayed.

Not from the warrior. Not from the cage.

Even as the Zeltron leaned in closer. Even as perfume and mischief wrapped their way around his stillness.

“I owe you an apology,” he said quietly, tone flat but genuine. “I mistook your place in all this.”

His eyes never left Kreg Jare. Not for a second.

And for a moment, that was all he said. He let her gesture stand. Let her words hang in the air like smoke curling from a flame. The offer she made was weighed in silence. Aid, from a stranger, in a den of vipers..

Then came the next bid.

“Eighty Thousand Credits.”

The words rang like a shot across the chamber.

Aether’s jaw flexed. A low breath left his lungs.

He turned slightly now. Just enough to give Mauve his attention at last. The gaze behind the helm was cold. Knowing. Grateful, perhaps, in a way only warriors understand.

“Mandalore will remember." he said simply. “And, you're right, that man is a c—”[/color]

CRASH.

The sharp, sudden smash of glass hitting durasteel echoed from somewhere in the gallery above. Laughter followed. Someone drunk. Someone stupid. Aether did not flinch.

Instead, his voice returned like a hammer on stone.

“Ninety thousand.”

No flare. No theatrics. Just numbers. Just will.

And in that moment, it became clear: This was no longer just about a Mandalorian in chains.

It was about principle. It was about precedent. And one way or another, the Imperial and his ilk were going to pay for every damn credit he spent.​

 

Ave Jathassa

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ALL SALES
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Devil in a New Dress - Chapter 1
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TAG: Aether Verd Aether Verd | Hakar Scaleback Hakar Scaleback | Kreg Jare Kreg Jare | Makko Dres Makko Dres | Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen | The Madclaw The Madclaw

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”Ahh, you missed your chance, lizard,” Ave whispered to Hakar Scaleback Hakar Scaleback after the Imperial made his bid, and slithered away from him. “I’m not paying that much for a havoc,” she made her departure and approach clear, strutting towards Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen .

“You hear him right, Mandalore will remember.” She smirked, now standing besides the Imperial Supreme Commander. She never likes Imperials, especially the ones who worked with Sith. It’ll bring her great joy to find the right button to push.

“Fifteen thousands for the Wookie,” she mocked, not even giving any attention towards The Madclaw The Madclaw , nor the slicer she currently has a lead on, Makko Dres Makko Dres .

“You have a Mando to win, Commander, let me take care of the big pup,” her gaze shifted slowly from Sularen, to the Mandalorian in cage, to the Mand’alor on his high horse, deep in Black Sun territory.

All sales are final, and all games are played to be won.​

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Hakar Scaleback

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Hakar Scaleback
"Twenty thousand creditsss for the wookiee."

Ever since the Madclaw caught his scent and uttered roars of defiance the auction faded from Hakar's attention. Trandoshan eyes fixed upon the captive creature with a hypnotic focus. He all but ignored the pureblood as she goaded him into antagonizing a mandalorian king. This was not the time for mischief.

Hakar couldn't afford to ignore her anymore.

"Grand Admiral," the trandoshan gritted rows of sharpened fangs, "What a pleasssure to sssee you again. Perhapsss we could reach another arrangement. You ssstrike me asss a civilized man."

His predatory gaze flickered from the Imperial to Jathassa. They were both trusted by the Underlord and that gave them power. Hakar could not move against his rival vigo directly. Ignoring her schemes weakened his hand in negotiations.

"I have offended our competition for the wookiee," he spoke in a low hiss so only Sularen could hear, "I believe her only interessst isss to drive up our bid ssso that I am forced to consssider an unfair price. Perhapsss if you purchasssed thisss creature she would be sssatisfied with my humiliation."

Fangs widened in a conspiratorial grin.

"I would of courssse make it worth your while if you then sssold the wookiee to me."
 
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Kreg Jare

It’s Nothing Personal
Kreg Jare
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Objective 1 - Slave

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The Beskar helmet darted back and forth as the Imperial and the Mand'alor battled in bids.

It was slowly dawning upon the man that his future could lead into two very different directions, all based upon credits. One path saw the Mandalorian faller further into enslavement, becoming subject to whatever dastardly plans Sularen had in store. Torture victims suffered lesser fates than this. Only the Ancestors knew that schemes were being crafted in that wicked man's head. The other path saw his freedom being restored once more. An opportunity to return to his life of a bounty hunter, tracking down those Jedi and Sith that murdered his clan. To bring honor to the Jare name once more.

Credits would choose his future.

While sitting in the cage, Kreg gazed upon the auctioneer: Arcadian. The man watched as the Ubese carelessly sold away people as if they were simple wares. It angered the Mandalorian to his core. While Force-sensitives were always first on his hit list, slavers are a close second. And once these chains were broken, in this life or the next, he would get back at that coward. One way or another.
 
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Arcadian

Fire with Fire, Bolt for Bolt
Arcadian
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The tune of 90,000 credits for the Mandalorian was a sweet song in Arcadian's ears. If he could, he'd have laughed from deep within, but the most he could manage was a gravely chuckle. "Your kinsmen are quite valuable to you, Mand'alor," he said. "It is admiral... if a tad frivolous." The amount of weapons, spice, and battle droids Black Sun could by with nearly a hundred grand was astonishing. To spend that on a single man? Arcadian couldn't imagine.

"And a final bid on the Wookiee!" he called, pointing to Ave Jathassa as he strode across the platform.

"As much as Black Sun appreciates your continued patronage, all good things must end. The auction is officially closed. The highest bids have been accepted, and payments should be rendered to..." he paused a beat, thinking of which financial institution was handling the Pesmenben sales.

"The Sativran Merchants Guild," Cade supplied. A recently acquired front on Lexrul that would make laundering the credits far easier, considering the toxic world's proximity to Pesmenben IV. "All slaves will be held at our facility on Vaathkree before being delivered to you. Our Vigos will make contact with the information shortly."

And with that, he turned and stepped toward the rear of the stage. Assuming none spoke up to contest the end of the auction, Arcadian's work here was done. He was due at Port Nowhere to organize the accounts and oversee shipments from Pesmenben to Vaathkree, then Vaathkree to the proud new owners of Black Sun's slaves.

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Aether Verd

K I N G
Aether Verd
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THE AUCTION CONCLUDES!

Aether inclined his head, slow and deliberate, toward the Mandalorian still confined within the cage.

It was the desired outcome....But his chains remained.

He rose from his seat without grandeur, only gravity, and stepped forward with purpose. His voice cut through the final murmurs of the auction, quiet but absolute.

"Release the Mandalorian to me now. The Senator, I will gladly await. But my kin shall be chained no further."

And then, as his visor turned toward the men behind the curtain of commerce, he added without venom, only understanding.

"If there is a fee to be paid for expedience, name it."​

 
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