Hail the Hydra (Public)

[Darth Carnifex]

Mass Storage Installation/Starport Designation '3B-77'
Planet Alzoc III
Year 835 ABY

The wind ripped and roar violently around the frame of the facility, causing all of the occupants to hold onto something sturdy to avoid falling on their asses or worse... plummeting to the ground fifty meters below. Many of the individuals on the starport stayed near either the insulated buildings or near their own starships, but one figure stood out from all of them in braving the murderous gale. The man stood a good six foot five inches with shoulder-length black hair that now whipped around his pale face fiercely and his coat billowed chaotically around him as well. The man grabbed onto his coatneck as he turned away from the sudden shift of the wind that threatened to blow directly into his face, closing one eye so the snow wouldn't agitate him that much. With his open eye he watched as the servitors on the deck below him continued to load crates onto a Nune-class shuttle that was uniquely marked with a green and blue symbol of a three-headed hydra painted across both sides of the main compartment. The man grimaced at the cold that cut to his very bones and moved behind a small wall to try and get away from most of the gust, but just as he did the wind suddenly changed to hit against him head-on, sparking a string of profanity from the man's mouth.

The sudden gust also caused one of the servitors below to stumble and drop his end of a large metal crate, which the man clearly saw and yelled out through the roar of the wind. "HEH! CAREFUL WITH THOSE CRATES YOU IMBECILES! THOSE ARE WORTH MORE THAN YOUR MAGGOT LIVES COMBINED, SO DON'T SCREW UP THIS SIMPLE TASK OR I'LL HAVE ALL OF YOUR HEADS!" The servitor grimaced and bowed his head low as he doubled his efforts in the blinding gale and helped the other servitor move the crate into the shuttle's cargo bay. The entire operation was being overseen by the man and a squad of personal guards dressed in medium durasteel armoring and all had a blaster rifle either slung over their shoulder or clutched firmly in both hands as they stared out at the servitors moving back and forth behind a rather grim-looking helmet. The man on the railing above sighed deeply, I hate all of this cold-ass weather... why couldn't these have been on a more tropical planet? Or something better than this god-forsaken rock... The man sniffled a bit as the wind shifted away from him finally, and he smiled darkly. Oh well, once these are back at the compound, no one will be able to disprove my righthood of Lord Infinitous thought Kaine Zambrano as the wind howled louder and louder.

 

[Siraxisbryo]

Alister grimaced as the man yelled at another set of guards. This was hard and heavy work, why couldn't he help? Alas, Alister sighed. That's why he is the boss and credits were credits. Taking a break he took the blaster rifle off of his shoulder. He rubbed his neck and the area the rifle was slung around. It was really chafing his shoulder bad. He put the rifle backed on and walked up to another worker. "Hey let's get that crate over there." he pointed to another.

"Okay, here take that side." Using his somewhat underdeveloped muscles, Alister struggled and lifted the crate. Good thing he had four hearts to get more oxygen through his system. Walking slowly they carried the crate to the loading area when suddenly BAM! The crate fell with a heavy thud. "Ah! By the stars!" The other man grabbed his foot in pain and quickly pulled it out from under the crate. "Aw, come on really?" He began cursing as he was helped to the medical bay by two others.
"Er, sorry man." Alister felt bad about that one. He motioned to another guard and they both walked to pick it up again. "Hang on a second." Something was off, upon closer inspection the crate had broke open. Alister walked closer to inspect the contents. Just what was in these crates anyway?

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine watched as another pair dropped another crate in the bone-chilling winds, and Kaine cursed again. Damn these hired workers, they can't do anything right! He sighed again and slumped against the metal railing overlooking the cargo area before his eyes caught the sight of one of his hired workers, an alien by the looks of it, peeping into the crate that he had just dropped only mere seconds earlier, which had apparently broken open in the fall. Kaine called out a warning to stop, but his cry was caught by the howling winds and scattered into the distance, forcing Kaine to get down there himself. He hauled himself over the railing and leaped down into the loading bay below, his boots hitting the metal grating with a dull thud as a shock shuddered through his entire body, but he shrugged it off as he approached the broken crate. "Get away from that!" Kaine called out as he came up right behind the alien, ready to use excessive force if the man didn't move away as commanded.