Horse took
Okkeus Dainlei
, going on, and on, and on, about their new ship. And then how to cheat at cards. And then how to woo Twi'lek girls. And then back to the ship. He managed to give Okkeus the details he needed, but also divulging into past ops with the Rangers, the best kind of knife to use to slice someone's throat, the difficulties of slicing a Trandoshan's throat, his ex-wife, his other ex-wife, and how he wasn't a really big fan of Jedi (but the kid was cool for now).
Tulan was mostly quiet and reserved during his prep time, removing the stock from his rifle and placing the rifles in the space above the ship's ramp, easily accessible (even for a short guy like Tulan). Part of him wanted to speak to Thirdas, but the more stern part of him knew that it wasn't the right time. Each person there had their own problems, their own issues to go through, work through, and overcome.
The time came, and each member of the team collected themselves, and seated on the transport. Thirdas used a pair of magnetic cuffs, hot-wiring them to make them appear locked. Normally, the cuffs would have a green light to indicate they were locked. A little bit of a screwdriver, a little soldering, and the cuffs could be taken off by simply shaking her wrists.
Not that the bad guys knew that.
Hitter and Stacks would be holding her, while Tulan would speak, Thirdas in the back behind Nidas. In reality, he wanted the biggest guy in the back to make his team look scary. Not that the Mandalorian with them didn't help, either. But Mandalorians around here were like seeing dark at night, not so much of a fear factor for the bad guys. More goons than goblins.
The ship touched down, Horse giving a five second count down. As Tulan predicted, the landing pad they were directed to land at was surrounded by soldiers. None of them appeared to be uniformed in the usual Alliance outfit, but he couldn't count on them not being at least honest soldiers. That was the only reason the entire operation wasn't an assault. Tulan didn't want to live with the guilt of that, even in his relentless mission. Hitter and Stacks pulled Nida forward, Stacks quietly tucking the weird-looking knife into the back of Nida's waistband, pulling her shirt over it.
The Duros Senator, the senator of Duro, came sauntering out, posture politically erect and hands clasped behind his back. He had rough-looking goons closer to him, different than the other men at the port. Tulan narrowed his eyes, but tried not to make too much of a scene. Tulan recognized the type, and more importantly, the Disruptor rifles they carried. Tulan shifted his leg, the handle of his own Disruptor pistol primed in the back of his waistband. Tulan approached the Senator, executing a polite nod.
They spoke in Bocce.
Tulan complimented his shirt, noting that it was very fashionable. The Duros smiled, returning the compliment to Tulan's hat and beard. They talked for a while about where they saw each of the items, Tulan smiling and laughing (and resisting the urge to gouge his eyes out). The Senator finally turned his head to Nida.
He pointed at her, and Tulan nudged his head. Hitter and Stacks pulled her forward, the Senator shifting in his standing. Tulan remarked they found her trying to escape, while the Senator silently stared along, and Tulan waited for a response, the silence in the air for nearly a minute, before the Senator motioned for them to follow. Tulan relaxed his posture as soon as he turned around, breathing a sigh of relief.
The Senator walked along, leading the group through the facility. Tulan had to steel himself, passing by door after door. Cell doors. Dozens of them. The Senator remarked that the facility was large, but was recently emptied. He used the term 'party' to describe what happened to most of the slaves. Coruscant was the destination. Tulan gave a motion to keep the group calm behind him, as they were lead through the facility. Passing by a glass door- Tulan saw girls, chained to the wall, sitting idly. They tensed up when the Senator walked by.
Again, Tulan motioned for his team to calm. Hitter and Stacks relaxed on Nida, Hitter giving her a reassuring squeeze of her shoulder. The Rangers were cold-blooded killers... to everyone else. Here, they were compassionate and men of conviction. The Senator remarked how he hadn't enjoyed a slave for a long time, finding them particularly a nuisance, and that he'd look forward to making an example of Nida.
Tulan spoke in basic after they exchanged words.
"I understand there's a reward involved."
He said bluntly, playing the part of a gruff, hard-boiled Bounty Hunter. The Senator nodded, as they came into what appeared to be an office of sorts.
"Yes, yes. Substantial. Have to keep my word, hm?" He said with a throaty chuckle. As soon as the door closed, Tulan looked at the room. The Senator had dropped off security as they went along. Five guards in the room. Non-human. Not Alliance marked. Disruptor rifles. Definitely not Alliance. Tattoo on one of their necks. Imperial of some kind.
Targets. Free game.
Tulan clasped his hands behind his back, and then swept his hand, side to side. Left to right. The Ranger signal for free engagement on all targets. Tulan, with a flourish of his left hand, reached under the Senator's arm, pulling him down by the back of his stylish shirt, and withdrew his Disruptor pistol with his right. He threw the Senator behind him to be detained, while he engaged the Imperial-tattooed goon in the corner of the room.
The Disruptor pistol made not a lot of noise, but a distinct noise. But more importantly- it had the distinct effect of vaporizing the target. The other Rangers, Mandalorians, and Jedi in the room would have the same effect. Tulan threw the Senator behind him, towards Thirdas and Nida.
They'd handle him, and hopefully, not kill him. For now, they needed him alive.
All the other bastards in the room?
Kill 'em all.