Control of the giant mushroom! [Hutt cartel dominion of Kwenn)

[Sempra the Hutt]

[media]https://youtu.be/QHWAzBZ2hDA[/media]​

KWENN​

"There it is, the beauy, the legend, the station of stations!"​

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"Uh... boss its just metal in space... and the deathst..."​

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"Ororooo!" the large hutt exclaimed clearly disturbed by his servants practical remark.​

Grabbing the slender pale human slave by the collar Sempra lifted him to his face.​

"I was trying to set a mood you imbecile!" he spat, hutt slime spewing all over the poor mans already gloomy features.​

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Turning his large slug head back to the panorama view from his observation deck he tossed the slave to the side and spread his arms wide in a majestic posture!​

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"Execute operation Mushroom!" the hutt bellowed and pointed a thick finger through space toward the unsuspecting station ahead.​

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As space bent an armada of the worst kind scrambled out from hyperspace routing their passageway toward the unprepared station ahead.​

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Quickly the cartel coms filled up with wicked laughter and rough jokes about the loot to be had by the greedy scums and low lives operating the various boarding ships.​

Behind the the scavengers the cartel main fleet appeared and started to form up under command of the notorious [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]​

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Mean while - Inside Kwenn station the alarm sounded as the stations defensive turrets went on line and slowly turned to face the threat at hand.​

Inside people rose from whatever business they had at hands and while the station management at first assured everyone that they had matters under control the panic was soon total as captains of various ships darted toward the hangars to leave Kwenn to its fate.​

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While station management scrambled what fighters and security officers they had to offer some sort of opposition, their fate looked grim.​

They had one surprise in their sleeve though.​

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With thorough planning and sly methods the hutt cartel has prepared their take over of the famous Kwenn sector. While always with clear ties to the hutts the station has recently glided toward a more neutral position, The current station management has made clear that they seek to remove the traditional hutt influence and has turned to more stable governments in order to find support on this endevour.​

Naturally, this has not gone unnoticed by the hutt cartel who has decided to stop this from happening in a most direct fashion.​

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Unknown to the hutt cartel the attempts to find a partner has already been successful and on board the giant space station rests an entire contingent of storm troopers under command of supreme commander [member="Aram Kalast"] - leader of the Imperial First Order.​

Already on board the First Order is expecting to get an opportunity to remove a prototype star destroyer that has been under construction on Kwenn for years.​

The ship is a priority for the First Order but it is not ready to leave the dry dock just yet. The Imperials need to buy the engineers time to get the ship "airborn" or it will fall into cartel hands.​

something commander [member="Aram Kalast"] is intent on stopping.​

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OOC​

This is the dominion story of Kwenn, hosted by the Hutt cartel.​

Here is the link to the ooc thread​

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This dominion has a skirmish setup with the Faction the First Order acting as opposition in objective A.​

Be nice to each other and make sure to keep the pew pew up to standards at all times!​

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since it is a dominion any single writer may only post 20 posts until we reach the total couint of 100. Then its free game to continue the saga as you see fit or abandon ship...​

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Objectives​

Pick one or mix em up as usual.​

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A​

The main hangars.​

Cartel vs First order​

Deep in the underbelly of the massive space station rests a prototype star destroyer meant as a command ship for the First Order. While not complete the Order has moved in making sure to secure their priced possession and is making a it a rough time for the cartel enforcers to reach the main hangar until they have maanged to get the destroyer away from Kwenn and returned to Imperial controlled space.​

Find a dance partner but also feel free to use NPCs on both sides for story flavor.​

Cartellers - Board the station and proceed to breach the Imperial blockades and make your way into the main hangars.​

Imperials - put up defensive positions and hinder the cartel to reach the main hangars.​

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B​

Station management​

The supreme mogul has decided to punish the managers of Kwenn for openly defying the hutts. Join the task force set to reach the upper levels of Kwenn and defeat the station security forces to take the management captive.​

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C​

visiting guest​

Be one of the stations many guests on board as the attack is launched. How will your character react? Head for your his/hers ship to get away as far as possible. Or stay and fight? Check in with prefered cartel member for a PvP duel. Or maybe, take the chance to set up some connections with the underworlds leading organisation?​

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Loot!​

Yes yes... the hutts want this and that... looks all good but no one will notice if you pull of a robbery or two in the turmoil. Kwenn is filled with people of all sorts.... many rich people her probably need help carrying all their goods around anyway....​

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Your own thing!​

Got an idea on your own? Go for it!​

Just tie it in with the setting and overall dominion story.​

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Please use this format:​

Objective​

Location​

Enemy (if any)​

Ally (if any)​

Post count​

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Enjoy!​

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

Objective: A
Location: Entering the Space Station
Enemies: First Order
Allies: [member="Sempra the Hutt"] and the Hutt Cartel, Trandoshan mercenaries, and the crew of the Black Talon
Support: x50 TA2 Super Battle Droids http://starwarsrp.net/topic/38899-ta2-super-battle-droid/
Post: 1/20

Revamp looked out the viewing window of the Black Talon, observing the space station before him. This was going to be a hard battle. Wrestling control from stormtroopers was no easy task, but his warriors were competent enough to at least have a shot of winning. Plus, the experienced King had quite a few tricks up his sleeve to help turn the tide.

The comms channel opened up. It was Darkgear, aboard another ship, commanding a squad of Slaver Soldiers that would serve as the shock troopers, the first to enter and attack.

Explosions and audible shakes of the hull receiving fire was heard on Vinssk's end before Liam spoke, yelling into the comlink.

"Boss! We're almost there! ETA 30 seconds! We're receiving heavy fire from their station defenses. I'd recommend that you-oh, chit! I'll call back right now! We're here!"

The comm dropped with a slightly displeased Trandoshan on the other line. With a nod, Vinskk told the pilots to follow behind Darkgear's ship. The Talon's engines roared, taking shots as well as returning fire. In preparation, the Slaver King hit the PA system on the ship, addressing the entire crew.

"Trandoshan brothers, fight well and honor the Scorekeeper. Redeem yourself from the shame of our past and make anew the dawn of the lizard."

In lieu of his Slaver Soldiers, which were with Darkgear, he had aboard 40 Rugged Rangers, Trandoshan mercenaries that he personally employed. Revamp turned to a head engineer, barking out several orders as the ship grew nearer and nearer to the exposed hanger.

"Ready my Power Armor and the Battle Droids. Go!"

The man scurried off. From the viewpoint, Vinskk could see Darkgear and his men fighting already. Good. They would do just fine. Revamp turned and made his way to the landing ramp, ready to put on his armor and brief his mercenaries...

 

[Greifen Ren]

Objective A
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Hutt Cartel, [member="Vinskk Revamp"]
NPC Forces: 1 Platoon of First Order Stormtroopers (Approximately 50 men)

"Failure is not an option. We shall accept no less than the complete extraction of the prototype Star Destroyer. Is that clear?"

Greifen wasn't sure if it was himself speaking, or the echoes of his master's voice looming in the back of his mind. Even as the Stormtroopers before him hailed loudly in the affirmative, Greifen thought that his words could easily have been his master's. Even though he was in a marginal command position as a Knight of Ren, he was still but an apprentice, and the truth was that he was in the same boat with the Stormtroopers under his command today. Both would be put to the test.

Greifen would be taking a small cadre of Stormtroopers up from the underbelly of Kwenn Station to meet the attacker's forces. They would act as a first line of defense, a preliminary move to meet and slow the enemy while the majority of the First Order's forces remained near the Star Destroyer, ready to be deployed in defensive positions where needed.

"Set up defensive positions at these choke points," Ren ordered his Stormtroopers, who were beginning to set up their heavy weapons. They would be outnumbered, but they did have the advantage of the narrow hallways on their sides, where numbers would count for less. Hopefully, this would allow them to put up a stiff defense.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Objective: C (What The Kark Is Going On!?)
Location: Recreation Sector
Enemies: Hutt Cartel | [member="Sempra the Hutt"]
Allies: Two Lightsabers And An Attitude.
Post: 1/20

Flashing lights. Sirens. Scrambling bodies. All seemingly in a hurry. Seraphina sat up from the laid back chair she'd been relaxing in by the poolside, pulling her shades off as she was awoken by the sounds of feet rushing past her. The sirens were a familiar sound, it meant that the station was under attack. She'd heard the same sirens dozens of times in battles prior. But who would be attacking Kwenn? The Sith? This seemed hardly a strategic vantage point for them. The Twi'lek stood, many of the civilians were heading towards their homes, while some moved towards the service elevators that led to the hangars to try and escape aboard their ships, or hitch a ride. Getting there now would prove difficult, if not impossible. The stampeding crowd couldn't be reasoned with, yet their fate was likely death if they attempted to flee the station.

Kark. My armor...Why'd I leave it aboard the ship? As much as she would have preferred to be better prepared and protected, she would simply have to make due with what she had on hand for now - her concealed sabers beneath her darkened robe. The pink-skinned woman reached down, picking up the robe to cover her swimwear, carefully securing the pair of weapons to either hip with discretion. Whatever the motive was for attacking the station, the aggressors would likely start their invasion on one of the sublevels.

There was little she could do against an armada, so for now she would simply assist the civilians in getting back to their dwellings, and attempting to discourage others from fleeing aboard starships. If anything they were safer by staying put in their homes than attempting to escape, especially if the station was already surrounded.

 

[Bsssk]

Objective B
Location: Entering the Space Station, Aft Docking Bay 12
Mission: Boarding!
NPC Support: FFE Assault Mercs: 12 x Noghri Commandos | 24 x Trandoshans | 6 x Rodian Slicers and techs.
Allies: Cartel!
Enemies: Non Cartel!
Gear:

Spoiler

Gear NPCS: Full use of the standard FFE Product Catalog | Full Durasteel Armor | Personal Shield | Grenades | Portable Turrets | Mines | Vibroweapons
Gear Personal: Mark III Katarn Class Commando Armor | 2 x Ion Grenade | 2 x Cryoban Grenade | SW-12 Jack-Knife Sidearm Holstered | CB-1 Icebreaker Main Hands | Small Medical Field Trauma Kit | Utility Belt | Shield Gauntlet Left Hand | Echani Shield Waist, Echani Shield Back (Offline backup) | Vibroaxe (Back)

Bsssk wasn't here for glory or false honor, outside of ceremonial dueling circles he was a professional. He loved the violence and his job but he wasn't here to be a hero, the hutts wanted the station management dead, that’s where he and FFE’s mercs came in. The mercs were standard, the trandoshans were aggressive, the rodians cunning but the noghri everyone underestimated their size, its why his employer used them.

They only underestimated the Noghri once though.

Their shuttle cut through into the initial defences away from what was shaping up to be the main fight, sure they met a few stunned defenders in the obscure docking bay they’d picked to breach at, shots were not initially fired, necks were broken instead, but it wasn’t long till a makeshift defense was being formed, and cut down. So far they'd only come across technicians or panicked defenders, sadly the assault teams were ruthless in anyone they came across whatever uniform they were wearing.

He was moving fast, and he didn’t intend to stop….

“S'sssspeed, kill thossss'sse in the way, leave the rest. GET. MOVE” The burly trandoshan hissed, "mines'ssss at flanks," and so they began to setup traps waiting for anyone chancing a surprise at their rear.

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[Sibar Laval]

Objective A
Location: Incinerator Dorms
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Hutt Cartel
NPC Forces: The 11th Incinerator Squad (10 incinerators including Sibar)
Post-1/20

Sibar was leaning on a chair with his helmet on top of his face, snoring could be heard from inside. Then that was when the alarm sounded, with a large thud Sibar fell out of his chair and quickly dawned on his helmet. He looked behind him and saw the rest of the incinerators lined up waiting for his orders. Sibar quickly figured out what was happening and then spout out orders in a calm tone. "Alright men that alarm means we are being invaded and what's the protocol for that?" The incinerators yelled back PROTECT THE PROTOTYPE SIR!

Sibar smiled as he heard that "CORRECT! Now are we going to let these dirty raiders have it?" NO SIR! Lets move! We're heading to Hangar 3 it leads directly to the hangar the prototype is in!" The incinerators nod, grab their oppressors, and begin to jog down to the hangar. Meanwhile Sibar was thinking heavily, who was attacking the ship? Well, only one way to find out.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: C
Location: Arrival hangar/customs
Enemies: Hutt Cartel
Allies: The First Order, [member="Aram Kalast"] [member="Greifen Ren"] [member="Sibar Laval"]
Post: 1/20

Tmoxin Temi had landed the Innesco-Class luxury yacht, The Sovereign Stingray in one of the many arrival hangars in the Kwenn Space Station. She was here to observe the unleashing of a prototype Star Destroyer by The First Order, a trade ally of the Techno Union. A few of the Imperial Officers who made up the First Order she had known from her days as a Stormtrooper Commander for the One Sith, so the Hapan executive was here to show her support and take a look at the brand new model destroyer.

After customs and security scanned her ship, she set off to take a Kwen Station Shuttle to the main hangar, two of her Mirari bodyguard droids in tow. No sooner than she had strapped herself into the shuttle, when a faint alarm sounded through the Station. She noticed security personnel running, but other Station attendants and tour guides appeared to be trying to calm the visitors.

Tmoxin strode into the cockpit of the shuttle and silenced pilot and co-pilot with a Mind Trick. Using the shuttles commlink she hailed Supreme Commander Aram Kalast and any other members of the Order who were standing by to receive transmissions.

"Commander Kalast, this is Tmoxin Temi. Alarms have sounded in my arrival port. I'm making my way over to the main hangar. Let me know where I can be of best use."

She would pilot the shuttle herself if she had, although she could just as easily and with the Force, coerce the hapless pilots to take her wherever she wanted to go.

 

[Ka-Aver]

Objective Undecided ​

Location Boarding shuttle​

Enemy First Order​

Ally Cartel, Heavy enforcer unit (90 men)​

Post count 2/20​

"I hate this! I hate this, I hate THIS!" the fellow thug next to Ka-Aver did not really understand what the Weequay wanted. He had been nagging the whole trip about how he disliked this entire thing. It was exhausting and rather annoying. But the weequay held some authority as someone a few higher ups liked to use at times. and because of that no one punched him in the face.
Besides, everyone knew Ka-Aver was terrified of flying. An odd mix for a space pirate...

"Besides! Who the frek calls a huge military assault - Operation Mushroom?!?!" huh? Who's silly idea was that?!?!?" he continued complaining as the boarding shuttle, a jabba class transport, rushed through space toward its intended target.

Grabbing hold of his bottle he took a deep drink and glared at the folks around him. He was supposed to lead these people. He had done it before and was known to show no special concern about folks safety. Yet he know demanded their pity.
Frowning he felt the jabba transport shake as the defensive turrets made their final approach tricky. As usual, this part of everything was the worst and Ka-Aver was not the only one feeling a knot in his stomach. Left to the mercy of the pilots skill and hopefully the gunners lack of the same was all they could hope for...

 

[Varro Shatterstar]

Objective: Undeclared as of yet
Location: Sempra's Ship - Sempra's Observation Deck
Enemies: The First Order
Allies: The Hutt Cartel | [member="Sempra the Hutt"]
Gear: A pair of lightsabers and standard leather and durasteel armor
Post: 1/20

Varro shook his head as he watched the pathetic little slave of a man fumble back to his feet as Sempra spat and slobbered in the excitement of the attack that had only just gotten under way. It was actually quite the comical site, but Varro had business to attend to and no time for bothersome slaves that didn't know when to make themselves scarce.

"Scurry along, now.", Varro said, raising his hand to Sempra's servant and fluttering his fingers as if to shoo the man away. "Quickly. Before he gobbles you up, little man.", Varro said with a bit of a smirk as the useless and scrawny slave finally got to his feet and rushed away to find something for Sempra to snack on. When he was finally rid of the slave, however, Varro raised his eyes to the space station that was now being overrun by ships filled with thieves, gunslingers, scoundrels, pirates, slicers, smugglers, mercenaries and all manner of underworld filth who'd been employed by the hut cartel as an army with which they would wage war. It was quite the site, really, and Varro would be among them soon enough.

As soon as he got a few things straight with Sempra, of course...

Turning to Sempra and removing his helmet, Varro narrowed his eyes and smiled that charming smile at the Hutt, not know exactly what was going through the overgrown slug's mind, but he could guess that it was one of three things. The invasion, how much it would cost him or what his next meal was going to be. One way or another, though, Varro's topic would certainly be one of the three he'd assumed was already on his mind.

"So... what have we decided, then?", Varro asked Sempra as he set his durasteel helmet down on the seat he'd been resting in during the trip to Kwenn. "Shall I stay, or shall I go and rack up a body count?", he asked the Hutt as his amber eyes hovered on the obese alien. "Might be a little safer if I keep an eye on you, but if you like I can jump ship and keep a tally of my kills and report them to you later so that you can pay me our agreed price. What was it again?", he asked, as if he need reminding.

"500 a soldier and 2000 for an officer?", he asked, laughing just lightly before turning and glancing out from the deck towards Kwenn. "Honestly, Sempra, you might do better paying me for guard duty, because if you break my chain, I'll claim a hundred heads..."

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Objective E, watching the show and eating tree frogs​

Location: Aboard the Cartel flag ship, observation deck​

Post 3/20​

This part of things were always interesting. The little people died, the little people killed. It was a spectacle to behold and one that Sempra could not resist feel excited about. Operation Mushroom was a grand staging point for the cartel. It was one of the first more militaristic operations on a grander scale without pulling on plots and schemes to be the bulk of the background required for their usual take overs.
Well, they had soften the station up with a few bribes here and there of course. And then it was the Kwenn management who they secretly had encouraged to reach out for non-hutt allies. It was necessary to give Sempra a legit reason to pull this attack of. Now most hutts backed his decision.
But it was all part of the game he mused and settled in. He knew that [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] would take a back seat during this operation but he was eager to see who would step up and take charge in the void the cyborg commanders absence caused.

He turned his attention toward [member="Varro Shatterstar"] as he aproached him with his inquiries. This was a new player, a mercenary with a lightsaber. It was usually not a good course to meddle with jedi, or sith. But they were powerful in their own and could not be ignored as a concern for the core worlds any longer.
However, he knew too little about the man in front of him and had to few strings attached to him to give him a position at his side. No, he trusted people like [member="Ashalah Ky"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] and the giant [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] to handle his personal security. These were people who were depending on Sempra to support their way of life. It created a mutual bond out of necessity which was just as good as credits to buy loyalty.

No, a jedii, like this one was probably best at an arms length. At least for now.

"Head to the station mr Shatterstar. But I am not paying for a blood bath."

"These people..." he raised a finger toward the station. "... these people are no good to me dead. While casualties are expected Kwenns fortune lies within keeping the station operational."
Naturally, there would be a blood bath. the criminals and thugs of very low morals heading inside the station held little to none respect for lives.
But Sempra knew there was a difference in killing someone in a robbery, to get their credits and to kill because one enjoyed it. some jedi, or sith seemed to simply engage themselves in ruthless killing that served no other cause then the actual pleasure of killing. He had seen it first handed and feared the powers that these people held inside them.
On this instance that would not serve the cartel well to have such a feast in deaths taking place.

"Control yourself and I will only pay for heads of security guards and station officers. No civilians."

It was always risky to commit to force users. They often left his service sooner or later. Their strength and usefulness could however not be disregarded and thus a new one, like this was good to have around. One never knew when they could come in handy.

 

[Varro Shatterstar]

Objective: Target Objective - B | Temporary Objective - C
Location: Sempra's Ship - Sempra's Observation Deck
Enemies: The First Order
Allies: The Hutt Cartel | Sempra the Hutt
Gear: A pair of lightsabers and standard leather and durasteel armor
Post: 2/20

"Oh come on, big guy!", Varro exclaimed with a certain humorous and fake appalled expression. "I'm not going to go run down little boys and girls. What do I look like, a rabid dog?", he said, shaking his head with that confident smirk he often wore lingering on his lips in that moment. He then glanced at the station through the observation deck window for a moment with those amber eyes shifting ever so slightly from time to time as he studied the structure carefully, wondering where the more important parties would be hold up.

"I don't target unarmed civilians, so rest assured, every life I take will have tried to take my own.", he told the Hutt as he glanced over his shoulder and reached back, motioning with his hand towards one of his slaves. "Fetch me a pilot that hasn't left yet. I'm hitching a ride.", he told them, glancing between Sempra and the young male slave for a moment. "Move, kid.", Varro said with a slightly more harsh tone, sending the kid on his way, who would return a few minutes later with information regarding Varro's ride.

Glancing back over to the Hutt, Varro smiled, bowed his head cordially and leaned back up before saying, "Don't screw with me, Sempra. All things considered, I kind of like you, but I'll kill you if you even think about going back on our agreement.", he told him, and about that time, the boy had returned with a rather tall smuggler who was just gearing up for a trip down to Kwenn with a crew of would be warriors.

"Ah, my ride. Good timing, kid.", he said as he stepped past the boy, flicking a cred at him as he ushered the pilot off towards the hangars, explaining to him his situation every step of the way.

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"There's no way we can get to those upper management levels without breaching the hangers where all the chaos is or going through the visitors docks. It'll be full of families stopping at the station for a break in their travels and maybe a bit of security here and there.", the pilot said as Varro leaned forwards and pointed. "Take us to the visitors docks then. We'll dock there and join the push towards the management levels.", he told the man who followed his order and took the ship through the blaster fire and racing ships into the hanger of the visitors docks.

It hadn't been a smooth landing, but that wasn't part of the agreement anyway. He could get over the bumpy ride, seeing as he probably wouldn't be leaving Kwenn with the same pilot to begin with. It was what it was, and this day could be the last for either of them, but Varros wasn't planning on such a depressing outcome. That was why, the second the hanger door opened, Varro bolted free from the durasteel trap and rushed out into the hanger, a pair of red blades springing to life and drawing lines across the chests of four guards that had come to repel the unwelcome guests.

"One! Two! Three! And Four!", Varro called as he put each one of them to their knees, the smuggler and the few mercenaries he'd transported rolling out of the ship to join their temporary Sith ally.

"Alright... let's get through the visitor's sector and on to management. Once there, the fighting will get much more thick, so get ready.", he said as he deactivated his sabers and clipped them into their places on his belt before dashing off across the hanger followed by the others.

 

[Ka-Aver]

Objective A​

Location Breaching some hangar​

Enemy First Order, [member="Sibar Laval"], [member="Greifen Ren"]​

Ally Cartel, [member="Bsssk"] [member="Tiali Orazio"]​

NPCs: Heavy enforcer unit (90 men)​

Post count 4/20​

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The Jabba transport crashed through the hangar opening,​

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It was not a stealthy approach, nor a classy one. but it worked.​

Guns started to blaze as the four doorways opened up. It both allowed for the folks inside to stutter out in whatever direction they preferred, but it also gave the opposition the possibility to open fire from every angle. the design was a clever one, while giving the troops a possibility to plan their boarding it also forced everyone to hurry out or they risked getting caught in a cross fire. The cartel would pay these men handsomely but it was also a fact that dead mercs did not cost anything and thus safety measures was not the prime concern for the cartels many roughians now spreading like a disease.

"Finally Boyz!" Ka-Aver laughed and pushed an enforcer ahead of himself to ensure he was covered as the formed up around in the small side hangar that they had landed on. The Cartel enforcers were drafted from military rakns and this started to show as they formed protective circles to ensure more transports to be able to use the hangar. Ka-Aver himself adjusted his ear piece and covered down behind some large durastell crates that had been stowed in a corner.

"Hey bozz-man. We hit the floor now. A few minor hangarz already in control and we are wide open to rezieve reinforcementz." he yelled over the battle noise into the mice expecting [member="Cadan Tazi"] to oversee most of the stuff going down in here.

"We are cloze to the main hangarz and will taking my group there zhortly to zecure thoze big zhipz. It will be a walk in the park bozz...." he chuckled and looked up from cover. The cartel enforcers had done a good job and the few security officers around were either dead or withdrawing.

He was not sure if [member="Cadan Tazi"] would answer but the drug lord was keen on swift operations and if he wanted to redirect him he would tell the weequay so without hesitation. Ka-Aver checked his double bladed glaive and secured his heavy blaster in his holster. It was time to head further inside this monster of a station.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Location: Jumping Out Of Hyperspace
Objective: A
Allies: Hutt Cartel & Friends
Enemies: Imperials, First Order & Friends
NPC:

• Crew On Sempra's Damnation Kossak Class Destroyer.
• Heavy Enforcer Unit - 90 Men

Posts: 1/20

The Kossak Class Destoryer leaped out of hyperspace. The paint was fresh and it caught the light and reflected it. On the bridge stood Cadan Tazi, in all of his glory. He wore what was left of his armor and trench coat - after his arm was torn off from a wookie, his apparel was lucky to survive.

At his right thigh a DL-18 was holstered. He wore two wrist mounted weapons. On his left he had a MM9 Rocket System, and on his right was an adjusted CZ Wirst-Mounted Flame Projector. Strapped to the pirates back was a Raven Gauss Rifle, equipped with an Augmented Shooting Tool.

Through the coms through the ship Cadan heard [member="Ka-Aver"] plea, or more suggestion and he intended to follow it. "Begin takin' the enforcer units over in the shuttles. And launching the karking fighters!" At Cadan's command the ship began farrying troops to Ka-Aver's locations, and a fight squadron was sent out to defend them.

"Bring up me battlestations!" Cadan shouted, and soon the weapons of his ship and the shields came online.

[member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Sibar Laval"] [member="Greifen Ren"]

 

[Sibar Laval]

Objective A
Location: Hangar 3
Allies: First Order,[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Enemies: Hutt Cartel, [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Ka-Aver"] [member="Vinskk Revamp"]
NPC Forces: 11th incinerator squad
Post Count: 2/20

Sibar looked at the large hangar and glaced over to one of his men who was walking towards him "We're here Sergeant, what do we do next?" "I need four of you guarding the back doors while the rest of you come with me to the main." He knew that the side doors were easier to guards, they were narrow and could only fit one person shoulder to shoulder. While the main door was easily larger so he need most of the squad for that. When they reached the main door Sibar quickly turned towards his men and spat out orders.

Alright men! Most likely scenario is that they will come through the largest door which would be the main door. That's why I have most of you here, HELLFIRE POSTION BOYS!" Hellfire position was honestly very strange to look at, you had some men crouching, some standing, and two people prone at the end. But of course it did the job well, it was mostly used to hold positions or to devastate any infantry that went near it. "When they start coming I don't want to see a single body not burned is that clear?" SIR YES SIR!

 

[Connor Harrison]

Objective: A
Location: Outer Hangars
Enemy: The Hutt Cartel
Ally: The First Order - [member="Sibar Laval"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Greifen Ren"] | [member="Aram Kalast"]
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The First Order troopers ran past Kyle in formation; some however walked beside him with alarming calmness yet with urgency. Kyle carried his helmet in both hands in front of his chest as he walked, the sleek white armour nothing but a symbol of the mighty Order he served.

”Commander Temi has landed and the 11th Incinerators are taking up position.”

Kyle nodded to the solider beside him.

”Good. Good.”

While not a ranking officer yet, just a basic solider, Kyle was gaining respect slowly from the other troops and was one who was proud to fight beside his comrades in battle. This looked to be one of those battles.

”Strength in numbers, remember that. We head to the Star Destroyer and form up both in and out of that hangar to buy time to get it out. If the Cartel get in, we’ve lost her.”

Skimming down metallic steps with a haunting echo of feet thundering down in unison, Kyle exhaled slowly and brought the helmet up and onto his head. The black visor replaced his human eyes, and the robot-like design took away his human face to become a solider; a weapon; a trigger.

The First Order would pull that trigger, and Kyle, E-11 in both hands now, would shoot to kill anyone any anything that got in his way.

 

[Ka-Aver]

Objective A​

Location Main hangar area​

Enemy First Order, [member="Greifen Ren"] [member="Kyle Amedis"] [member="Sibar Laval"] ​

Ally Cartel, [member="Vinskk Revamp"]​

NPCs: Heavy enforcer unit (90 men)​

Post count 5/20​

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"hey ho, wherez did the pirate goez..." ​

hKa-Aver sang as they ventured forth in the corridors. Kicking in doors and looting whatever they came across.​

While the resistance was light the main bulk of cartel thugs were spreading across the station with a more direct approach to looting rather then forming an an effective assualt force.​

Never the less, their sheer numbers would overhwlem the station eventually. It was just a question of grabbing things before the hutts restored some sort of order again.​

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A shot caught the weequays attention and he noticed a group of station security guards turning and running off.​

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"Getz em boyz! dont let em dig emselves in!"​

he ordered and accompanied with his bunch of enforcers rushed down the corridor after the guards.​

They were headed toward the main hangar anyway and Ka-Aver was keeping his time schedule.​

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Then...​

All hell broke loose...​

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The first enforcer that came around the corner was shreaded to pieces by the barrage of blaster fire that swept him away. the others threw themselves into cover.​

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"Karkz! Karkz! KARKZ!"'​

Ka-Aver did the same, grabbing his second by the back and reaching for his com he whipped a few shots at the storm troopers direction while crawling in behind a pillar.​

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"There are freakin Imperial trooperz down herez! No one told me about Imperial Trooperz bozz!"​

he roared in the com, meant for [member="Cadan Tazi"] but anyone listening in would be able to pick it up.​

"I need reinforzement nowz!​

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He bellowed and crawled back up on his feet. Trying to get a clear view on what was going on.​

The cartel enforcers had formed up in small fire squads, finding cover or hitting the ground flat down to return the fire.​

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"You twoz! Get me that repeater up and running!" he ordered two men standing near by. Without a second thought they darted of to prepare the heavy weapon while their comrades did their best to keep the storm troopers busy.​

 

[Bsssk]

Objective B
Location: Level 3
Mission: Moving Upward
NPC Support: FFE Assault Mercs: 12 x Noghri Commandos | (22/24) x Trandoshans | 6 x Rodian Slicers and techs.
Allies: Cartel! [member="Varro Shatterstar"]
Enemies: Non Cartel!
Gear:

Spoiler

Gear NPCS: Full use of the standard FFE Product Catalog | Full Durasteel Armor | Personal Shield | Grenades | Portable Turrets | Mines | Vibroweapons
Gear Personal: Mark III Katarn Class Commando Armor | 2 x Ion Grenade | 2 x Cryoban Grenade | SW-12 Jack-Knife Sidearm Holstered | CB-1 Icebreaker Main Hands | Small Medical Field Trauma Kit | Utility Belt | Shield Gauntlet Left Hand | Echani Shield Waist, Echani Shield Back (Offline backup) | Vibroaxe (Back)

Most of the gunplay was going on at the main docking ports, suited Bsssk just fine, a door was blown off to the corridor he was entering, sending some unfortunate first order troopers flailing behind the metal. The slicers vented some of the corridors ahead into space, leaving a fairly direct route upstairs past the next level, not so much killing for the sake of killing, just keeping things simple.

Bsssk liked simple.

There was a bit of a shooting matching up ahead, and they lost their first man, but still nothing organised, it made cutting down whatever was in there was a matter of course. Civillians, techs, soldiers, they shot first and then questioned who was who later, simplest way.

“Two levels’ssss to go,” No doubt as they neared any executives passing the civilian quarters, [member="Lady Kay"]? [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]? There might be stronger resistance, but for now, the shouts and wounded in the halls were mostly coming from the defenders.

A Trandoshan's body was thrown back, scatter guns shooting it out of the door. “Grenades’ssss!” Bsssk barked, two cyroban grenades were thrown ahead of them in answer, sucking the heat out of the room to leave nothing but a frozen hall, followed by invisible tensor pulses making their unfamiliar phasing sound. Seconds later there was a horrible trail of shattered frozen matter about the floor. If people near the civilian quarters were not panicked, they would be soon! There was a reason tensor tractor guns used to be illegal, seeing people ripped apart invisibly was not something to inspire great confidence!

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[Vinskk Revamp]

Objective: A
Location: Entering the Space Station
Enemies: First Order
Allies: Sempra the Hutt and the Hutt Cartel, Trandoshan mercenaries, and the crew of the Black Talon
Support: x50 TA2 Super Battle Droids http://starwarsrp.ne...r-battle-droid/
Post: 2/20

Revamp and his forces charged the hanger now, the scaly King clad in Tazi Power Armor and his Trandoshan forces hooting and hollering while blasting away. His Slaver Soldiers were already at work, led by the experienced Darkgear. It was a bloodbath, to say the least. Civilians, staff, security personnel, everyone was indiscriminately fired upon. Vinskk cocked his thermal detonator launcher on his right shoulder and fired, hitting a large group of station security just entering the hanger.

The walls were red now.

It was over in a few seconds now. Everyone was gunned down rather systematically. It was a slaughter, to say the least. Revamp was surveying it all now from the HUD of the armor. Dead men, dead women, dead everyone. A fleeting sense of guilt briefly crossed the Trandoshan's mind before being replaced by the task at hand.

They had to get that Star Destroyer.

Darkgear approached Vinskk now, a smile crossing his deranged face, a mask of bloodlust and sheer adrenaline evident in his storm grey eyes.

"That was fun, eh, boss?"

Vinskk hissed lightly and spoke with a monotone voice, showing slight displeasure in his tone.

"Less civilian casualties next time, dear Liam."

The experienced mercenary was about to respond in kind when a comms transmission cut through the comlinks.

"I need reinforzement nowz!"

Ka-Aver.

"Triangulate his position on the station and help him."

Vinskk barked this out to Darkgear, who immediately turned around and ran back to his men, barking out the orders as well and using his comlink simultaneously. He found the Weequay's location and ran off with his 40 men. Hopefully he would reach him soon.

Revamp then turned to his own mercenaries, the 40 Rugged Rangers, and addressed them.

"Bring out the droids and activate them."

The Trandoshans got to work immediately, bringing down the 50 Battle Droids that would hopefully turn the tide. Vinskk waited impatiently, wanting to get to work already while Darkgear was running with his men to Ka-Aver's position...

[member="Bsssk"] [member="Ka-Aver"] [member="Kyle Amedis"] [member="Sibar Laval"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Varro Shatterstar"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] [member="Greifen Ren"]

 

[Ashalah Ky]

Objective: Undecided
Allies: [member="Sempra the Hutt"] Hutt Cartel
Enemies: Cartel's enemies
Location: Hutt Flagship
Posts: 1/20

Ash was more relaxed to take this dominion than most people. She had multiple victories under her belt, a few systems that were won thanks to her alone. She knew Sempra trusted her enough to keep her close by his side. While most people were nervous in the presence of the Hutt overlord, Ash simply wasn't. She had been a part of this Hutt's Cartel since the beginning of her life. She had accomplished much to forward the Cartel. She had no reason to fear.

That's why she took a different approach to this dominion. Instead of loyally standing at Sempra's side, donned in her bodyguard armour, standing like she had a steel rod shoved up her ass, Ash was sitting on the edge of the holo-table that held the map of the space station. Sitting was an understatement. She was more like lounging, her arms held back behind her to support her weight, one leg crossed over the other, her figure shown perfectly in her black skin-tight outfit. And she had a rather nice figure.

Even though she looked relaxed, she was ready to spring into action at any moment. Around her neck was her ever-present purple scarf. Across her back was a long sniper rifle. Twin blaster pistols sat on her hips, strapped down to her thighs. She had about five throwing knives on her that were hidden. She was ready.

"Sir," she asked Sempra as her eyes tracked Varro's movements. "What are my orders? I could go with Shatterstar to keep him in line."

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Objective: B - Defend the people on the upper level!
Location: Recreation Sector
Enemies: Hutt Cartel | [member="Bsssk"] | [member="Sempra the Hutt"] | [member="Varro Shatterstar"]
Allies: Two Lightsabers And An Attitude. (And [member="Lady Kay"] if she joins in)
Post: 2/20

The gunfire was getting louder. Service elevators were being shut down on the lower levels, either intentionally to slow the enemy advancement, or because they were being destroyed by the aggressors, the Twi'lek couldn't be certain. All she knew was that anyone down there would likely be dead in the next few minutes and there was little she could do to prevent that. Up here though, people were still rushing to get inside their homes and find shelter wherever else they could. A space station like this rarely had a defense force that could rally in time, or with enough strength to defend against a full scale assault. Seraphina still had no idea as to the numbers that were boarding, or their intent which made things more complicated.

A nearby terminal displayed what was typically used for viewing various areas throughout the recreation center for tourists to find their way and view different areas to visit. Right now though, the woman used it as surveillance, to scan the upper level and ensure that enemies had not yet reached the upper floor. She hadn't much time to do whatever it was she was going to do. Hell, she didn't know what she was going to do. Making haste she ran towards one of the elevators that led to the lower levels, closing her eyes and quieting her mind, feeling through the Force. Below, [member="Bsssk"] and his forces were busy cutting down anything that moved. It wouldn't be long before they reached the civilian sector. She would wait for him.