It’s bad for business.. - Jabba The Hutt

[Flannigan Mcnash]

At dawn the soft susurration of the leaves that had been still through the night became a fierce rustling, loud enough to drown out the chorus of the birds. And flags and posters that brushed the leaf litter against the black bulk of an approaching starship. It clung to the only remnant left of space, too large enough to support it indefinitely and let its landing equipment dangle into the frigid air. The breeze that had been pushing through the area left as quickly as it came. Landing..

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"Cadan." he addressed him, their was a steeliness to his voice a serration that gave it a sharpness only the ears could detect. "Keep it business like, and try not to harass the local Twi'lek population." [member="Cadan Tazi"]

The ships gangway extended, the smoke vaporise and translucent giving a ghostly look about those who exited. There was a small cylindrical droid, it had buttons towards the head and two wheels that allowed it to move, a asteroid and its companion a protocol droid. They had been sent to meet a one [member="William Kerkov"], but there was a third a large monster of a thing that could only be vaguely defined as human like. [member="Alkah'Kahtel"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

The BT-7 Thunderclap touched down on the planets surface. Before the form of Alkah could leave, Cadan passed the being a weapon. "Give that to Will." He said before letting the monster leave the ship.

Cadan's job was now to sit wait and not harass any Twi'leks.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Alkah'Kahtel"]

 

[Raiz]

The giant, wearing his usual attire, takes the weapon from [member="Cadan Tazi"] with little response other than a grunt which would stream a thick wet. mist out of the visor. With heavy thuds, he makes his way towards the doorway that connected the landing platform and the building, both protocol droid and astromech droid following closely behind Alkah'Kahtel.

If one of [member="William Kerkov"]'s guard would approach him, the Gen'Dai would look towards him and holding the weapon, speak the following in a muffled voice due to the visor itself.

"I represent [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], he has a message and a gift."

 

[William Kerkov Sr]

When the pirates arrived, Kerkov was immediately notified. Finally they have arrived, Kerkov thought. He had been waiting for the expected arrivals for three days now, not that he anticipated for them to arrive any earlier. Kerkov and his men had set up a temporary command post in a deserted fortress made by a dead civilization eons ago. To keep from attracting local government attention, Kerkov only brought 150 men in two Sentinel Class Landing Craft.

Kerkov usually had mor epressing matters on his hands, like the huge shortage of ships in the armada, or the impending outer rim imperium. But today was about the Hutt Cartel, a potential ally to the OCA. With this news Kerkov left his room, crumbling to the effects of time. as he exited the room Kerkov was flanked by two of his bodyguards, each highly trained. Painted nlack with grey markings in contrast to the normal blue of the marines, everyone of the bodyguards is given the best weapons credits could buy. Because Fleet Admiral Kerkov only wanted the best in his navy.

Another soldier came up to him, a normal marine without armor. The soldier said, "Sir, the Sentinel has been prepared for take-off. Are you ready to leave sir?"

Kerkov gave no second thought, "Yes, yes I am. Prepare a fire-team of my bodyguards to ride with me, underworlders like the cartel or the jackals can sometimes be unpredictable."

The soldier saluted Kerkov, "Yes sir."

With the ship prepared as well as his men, Kerkov made his way to the hangar. It was time to greet his new guests.

[member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Alkah'Kahtel"]

 

[Raiz]

The giant remains still, holding onto the weapon. The waiting seemed to aggravate him, the visible scene of wet and heavy air pouring out of the helmet's visor clearly showed his mood. For a moment, the Gen'Dai would begin to stretch and entertain himself and as [member="William Kerkov"]'s ship arrived, he would let out a deep throat grunt and simply mumble.

"About time."