Fools Break In

[Gorba the Hutt]

[member="Hannibal Oryen"] [member="Azalus"] [member="Serock Hoath"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

"Hello," said a young looking fellow at the head of a long conference table. He wore a loose fitting tie and a simple white button down. Placid green eyes looked over the motley crew of assorted mercenaries seated at the table. "My name is Gabriel Beau. You've all heard my offer. 100,000 for participating in an operation to recover this station from pirates."

He tapped a button on his arm chair and a hologram device in the center of the table sprang to life. The image of a space station revolved lazily in mid air, then it slowly panned out, revealing its location on the grand galactic map.

"This station is located in between the Rishi Maze satellite galaxy and our own galaxy. Aurum-Saccs wishes to acquire the station intact, so please do not use any heavy ordnance. The pirates operate using two frigates, so I hope you will be bringing your own ships. Additionally, we have reason to believe that they have hoarded the accumulated wealth of a hundred years of piracy on board this station. Once we have control of the station, each of you will receive a share of the treasure. Aurum-Saccs will be taking none."

Gabriel steepled his fingers and looked between the table's occupants. "Any questions?"

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

[member="Gabriel Beau"]

Hannibal loved money and he had never had the pleasure of working for a banking institution before. Discounting that one time in Sith space. That was nasty business and did not really count. This one did, because there would be a lot less involvement from the insufferably daft Army of Light. Hannibal, fully armed and armored in his usual get up, reclined in his comfy office chair. At least this guy knew how to have meetings in style. Most people just called him or talked to him outside. They didn't want any dirty mercenaries tracking dirt and blood on the carpet or whatever.

"No questions 'ere." Hannibal answered, already debating what he should spend it on.

There was the concern about the pirate frigates lurking about. Hannibal didn't own any ships, so he had no idea where this motley crew would be getting any from. Unless one of those attending happened to be, like, a pirate king or something. But what were the odds of that?

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles leaned back wearing his personal Iron Skin armor suit and a cloak he nodded his head as he pulled out an ever present data pad accessing a list of ships he had before he glanced at the others. "I can make use of quite a few ships including a Phoenix-class star destroyer to handle space can you guys handle the station fight until I can rejoin you?" Aedan leaned forward bridging his fingers as he thought. Two frigates that calls for at least the SD and two frigates nothing like overpowering your opponents. He glanced at the gathered people and grinned lightly at Serock.
[member="Serock Hoath"] [member="Gabriel Beau"] [member="Hannibal Oryen"] [member="Azalus"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"I'm sure they are more than capable of handling it. I have also hired a squad of Herglic mercenaries to aid you. They'll answer ultimately to Aurum-Saccs, but will probably prove useful." A slight smile tugged at his lips and he blinked slowly, regarding those seated at the table. "Well, if there are no further questions, let's be on our way. I'll be observing from my shuttle."

[member="Hannibal Oryen"] [member="Serock Hoath"] [member="Azalus"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Atlas Kane]

The thought of getting to wipe out a whole station worth of pirates made this whole mission attractive enough, but getting paid and on top of that receiving loot? This must be the luckiest day in galactic history. These were the thoughts that went through the mind of Azalus as he sat at the table and listened to the short speech the man who had summoned them here made. Now Azalus wouldn't work for just the pleasure of killing a couple space scumbags. After all, ya can't live off of the killing of foos alone, you needed to earn a couple bucks to buy yourself some sustenance, you had to maintain your equipment, you had to have a place to live at. And that's where the payment came in. To Azalus that was just the icing on the cake. He was already a sick and twisted man to enjoy the murder of (sometimes) innocent souls. Making a living out of that was just a simple added layer of darkness.

While looking around the room Azalus found a familiar face, or rather helmet, sitting at the table. It was that crazy karker who crashed that ship he, the mando and Azalus had been on into some Yuuzhan Vong carrier. This mission would prove to be more interesting than he had expected, now that he knew who was involved. The other faces were new to him however. He didn't know any of them at all, never heard of 'em, never seen 'em, though he was sure that by the end of this mission he'd know enough about them.

When the question about how he would get onto the station shot through his mind, Azalus had to think quickly. Did he have some stolen piece of junk lying around somewhere? Nah, the last one was wasted when it got shot down after he tried to fly over a war zone. So it seemed that someone would have to take him on as additional luggage. Maybe the familiar face would have a ship he could fly in?

[member="Gabriel Beau"] [member="Hannibal Oryen"] [member="Serock Hoath"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

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And this, my friends, is the result of late night posting.