Chains

[Thom Naudir]

Thom lowered the pistol in his hand, the end of the barrel still smoking as he watched the slimy corpse of Haldu the Hutt slip off his throne and onto the ground. Numerous bullet holes dotted the Hutts frame, though each had been placed for maximum pain over true damage. The killing blow had been delivered directly between the Hutts eyes, ending several minutes of slow torture and agony he had gifted the abomination. Holstering the pistol at his side, Thom turned and departed the throne room, passing the broken bodies of Trandoshian bodyguards the Hutt had hired to protect them. Numerous knives wounds were visible across their bodies, and the arm of one hung limply from its socket where Thom had nearly severed it.

He stepped over the carnage without issue, continuing his way out of the building.

This had all started weeks ago when Thom had gotten word from a family he had ties with in the Outer Rim. Apparently they had come under debt when a series of illnesses crippled them financially. Rather than give them time to recover, the debt collector simply came to their farm, and sold all of their belongings. Then when that didn't meet his demands, he sold their two children to the Hutts. The family had sheltered Thom during his journey across the galaxy, and he remembered the young girls. They had taught him several games and listened to his stories of the galaxy with great interest. He had dropped what he was doing the moment he got word. By the time he arrived, it was too late. Thom tracked down the debt collector, breaking into the mans business and interrogating him. Slowly. When he learned the name of the Hutt the children had been sold to, he set off to track him down.

The body of the debt collector was found the next morning.

Thom hunted Haldu across the galaxy, coming close to grabbing the Hutt on several different occasions. A very minor Hutt in their greater criminal organization, he still had the resources to keep just ahead of Thom. On one of the world, he found the hand of the younger daughter and a warning to leave the Hutt alone. Thom had blown up one of his freighters for that. Finally Thom tracked Haldu to his last holdings on Klatooine, and after storming the mountain compound found the Hutt lord attempting to escape out a secret passage. Thom had dealt with him as he deserved. Now, he had to find the girls and get them out of here and return them to their family.

[member="Vhei Wasp Naudir"]

 

[EllieEx]

[member="Thom Naudir"]

Slavers. Scum of the galaxy, The universe even, evident by some of the creatures she'd met from outside the known reaches of space. And outside of zygerria, who was always at the head of it? Hutts.
she had no reason to be here, no reason to care about a sudden murder spree in which the "Victims" were all bloated huttese, Except for simple curiosity. When Haldu's operations on klatooine had been threatened by unknown forces, possibly a single individual, it only increased her interest, especially when the dead turned up with blaster and knife wounds, Not a lightsaber mark to be found on the slaver's bodies, Even this close to jedi space...

The jedi only cared what happened to you if you were in jedi space, and following jedi rules, that's what she knew to be true, and this only further solidified her point of view.
When the jedi were too busy playing war with their political rivals, when they were too busy enforcing their rules on worlds that didn't ask for it, you had to do things yourself... There was no question about that, but the real question was:

Who the hell did Haldu manage to piss off?

Entire freighters were being blown up, crews missing and debt collectors turning up beaten or dead, Whoever this was, Haldu had made a mistake on a personal level, and it looked like he was about to pay for it. Or perhaps he already had?

Time to find out.​

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Vhei sat on a nearby cliffside for a time, observing the hutt's stronghold through the scope of her rifle. It was quiet.. too quiet..
There was no security outside, no sign of life, it was like the place was deserted.

After getting impatient, Vhei makes her way down with her jetpack, Kicking up dust as she touches down outside. A few buttons and possibly a smashed control box later, the doors open with a hydraulic hiss.
She takes a step back, slowly observing the carnage in the entrance. Bodies, and lots of them, visible knife wounds, same as before, and plent to go around, overkill one might think, but it depends on the opponent. plenty of trandoshians around, and they're tough lizards to crack sometimes.

Her MFTAS and other HUD utilities were all deafeningly silent, the occasional scanner would pick up another knife victim and the like, but nothing was left standing.
She wanders through the crypt like palace for some time before arriving at the throne room. Her T-visored helmet peeks around the corner for a split second before she rounds the corner of the doorway and into the throne room, Blaster in hand and aimed forward.

"So the hutt is dead after all" She mutters to herself at the sight of the hutt, riddled with shots and collapsed beside his throne.

 

[Thom Naudir]

Thom found the slaves in the lower levels of the stronghold. A quick work of effort saw the locks broken and Thom ushered the slaves out, finding the two girls he had come here to rescue in the back. Upon seeing his familiar armor and wolf pelt draped around his shoulders, they rushed forward, grabbing onto his legs. Thom winced upon seeing the stub where the youngest girls hand should have been. He was going to make sure she got a new hand from the money he looted from Haldu the Hutt. It was the least that fat slug could do for all the pain he had caused to the family.

With them in tow, Thom began making his way out of the stronghold, one of his ballistic pistols drawn and held at the ready in front of him as he moved through the corridors, slowly ascending towards the exit. He began to notice signs that he might have missed one of the guards. Doors he did not remember leaving open, well, being open. Footsteps in the blood that were not there before. Signs seemed to dictate that Thom and the other slaves were not alone. It would not be safe to try and get them out whilst a potential threat still remained. Thom got the slaves into a small chamber off the main corridor, ensuring they were settled before sealing the door. He would come back for them after he dealt with the threat.

Drawing his second pistol, Thom began to make his way back towards the throne room. Whoever had survived would likely have made their way there.

[member="Vhei Wasp Naudir"]

 

[EllieEx]

Seeing that the throne room had already been cleared, she was just wasting time here, And now there were sounds from down below, metal being broken and the pitter patter of feet, Locks? Prisoners escaping?

This was klatooine, If prisoners were escaping, then that meant slaves being broken out.

She turns on her heel and speeds out of the throne room, taking only a few steps out before coming to a sudden stop as another figure approached from the direction she had come. Her pistol was still in hand, held to the side and pointed down slightly, she could react fast enough that if anyone tried anything she could still get some shots off but it didn't look quite as aggressive at least.

"...This your handy work?"

That was all she could get out for now, Her flash visor adjusted to the new lighting, and would reveal the figure if he stepped directly into view.

[member="Thom Naudir"]