[[ Hired by @[member="Grundark"] to do some soldiering. ]]
@[member="Yusan Fenn"]
Smuggling three hundred military-grade battle droids through a civilized planet was difficult enough on its own, never mind doing it on a planet run by a Syndicate with the most expansive criminal intelligence network in the Galaxy and regularly employed those who knew the ins and outs of the smuggling trade like the back of their hands. Given that Nar Shadda's citizens were not typically of a reputable sort, it was also not completely out of the equation that one of Yusan's "friends" or former employees would rat him out in exchange for a a thousand Credits. Again, smugglers were rarely bound by a code of honor or anything of that sort. Money talked. And when Yusan's smugglers were talking, it was easy to identify just who was smuggling these droids, where they were going, and what purpose they would inevitably serve.
It wasn't like people wouldn't notice giant-ass crates being wheeled into a seedy warehouse in the refuge sector anyway.
Once the smugglers were talking, the Syndicate began analyzing security footage of Yusan captured throughout the sector. It was a tricky business, given his disguise, but since both he and the droid had apparently been there for months, the Black Suns had all the time they needed to be absolutely sure of who it was. A hoodie and some dirt made a normally snazzy Vice-Chancellor difficult to recognize, but not impossible. A few thieves paying a visit to the inside of the warehouse and poking around also confirmed the contents.
It was on the Sun's to-do list to go in and seize the droids before they could be used, but greed got in the way as always. They wanted all of them to be present when they were confiscated, after all. Before the sting could be launched, of course, the Republic fleet appeared in orbit and suddenly people had better things to do. As such, Hannibal was put on the case. A private, two million credit bounty was placed on the enterprising Echani senator. Hannibal was also given two thousand droids to deal with the situation- and he would also keep them if it worked.
Far be it for him to pass up such an opportunity, but Hannibal didn't need that many droids. He needed three
gunships and two-hundred of the
Hutt Legionnaires. They could keep most of the droids when it was done as well. Hannibal didn't need any mooks at this stage in his life. With little to no waning, three Kirtok-class Attack Ships soared towards the warehouse from the North, East, and West. As they raced towards the target, a number of concussion missiles fired off and slammed into the warehouse. If the droids weren't destroyed outright by an unavoidable chain reaction (considering the bombs implanted in their chest), they would be trapped or destroyed when the building also inevitably collapsed.
A few Graul-Class dropships followed in behind the Kirtoks, depositing squads of Hutt Legionnaires at key points around the warehouse to ensure any route of escape the Echani took would be noted. Screams were already erupting from the rest of the refugee sector as citizens thought the Republic or some other terrorist opened fire on them. They'd be filled in later, or maybe not. Hannibal didn't really care what they thought.
A dropship glided over to a position a little ways off from the warehouse, disgorging eleven Hutt Legionnaries. The droids landed with audible thuds and immediately moved to secure a perimeter and prepare to investigate further into the warehouse if it was necessary. Hannibal was among them, holding a BlasTech Retaliator in both hands and landing softly on the ground with the help of a near-silent jetpack. He held a voice amplifier to his mouth so that the Vice Chancellor, wherever he was in that possibly wrecked warehouse or surrounding area, could hear him.
"
Jigs up, kid. Come on out with ya 'ands where I can sees 'em." Hannibal announced. "
Nice and easy like. Ya wanted alive, dig?"