It's Risky To Rescue the Rescuer (PM to Join)

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Visper Jast"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Windstrider"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"]

Location 1: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/59735-sriluur-slave-camp/#entry895279

Location 2: Cadan Tazi's Ship

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Kay opened her eyes, finding herself in a holding cell at the impressively large and well defended Slave Camp on Sriluur. The cell was a modest size of twelve feet by eight feet to accommodate prisoners of a larger species, but for the moment it gave her enough room to sleep on the floor, fully stretched out if she wanted. Where one might expect a holding cell to be just a cage in a room, these holding cells in particular were walled. A heavy durasteel door with a window for the guards to look into was one of only two ways that a prisoner could see the outside world. A skylight illuminated the cell two stories above, giving the prisoners inside no escape from the hot sunlight during certain times of year. Five such holding cells lined one of the walls in the bunker building. Not all prisoners that were shipped to the Slave Camp were released into the main population of the camp. Some were placed in the holding cells for....educational reasons. While others were held there for political reasons, to be frightened or beaten into giving the Cartel control over their planets. And some, like Kay, were placed there until Sempra decided on what their fate would be.

It wasn't just a nightmare that she thought she had had. This was real. While on an orbiting space station over Gos Hutta, Kay hoped that her disguise would allow her to gather clues as to why the Cartel wished to form an alliance with the Galactic Republic. She told no one of her venture, believing that it would help her go undetected, but she was wrong. Within an hour of taking up a spot to overhear possible information, she was called out by Hakora Vex to meet him in a room where he was holding eight innocent civilians hostage. He tricked her into surrendering to save their lives, pretended to kill one of them when she failed to comply one of his orders and then got her to leave with him on his ship to be brought to Sriluur.

How Sempra knew that she would be there was a mystery. But he knew nonetheless, and hired Vex to bring her in. Where her lightsaber, blaster, datapad and commlinks were was also a mystery. But at least she was able to keep her satchel and some of the remaining items. For now. She worried for her lightsaber though, as she favoured that most of all. It was a gift from her late husband, and all that she had left of him.

But for the moment there were other things to worry about. Like her freedom. Kay got to her feet and approached the window in the door. There wasn't much to be seen on the other side. Just a poorly lit hallway and the arms that belonged to the guards standing on either side of the door. She could hear screams, shouting and the occasional sound of laughter, muffled but not too far enough away to be heard. The smell in the cell was like a Wookie's armpit, both putrid and foul, but surprisingly not overpowering. She was getting used to it, so the strength of the stench seemed to weaken ever so slightly with time.

As any prisoner being held in a place they didn't know did, she moved to the furthest corner of the cell from the door and sat down. Slipping her hand inside of her satchel she was saddened to find that her ration bars, water bladder, tea, cups and kettle were gone. All that remained was her extra set of clothes. She drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, holding her satchel between her belly and her thighs for comfort.

Kay did her best to not fall in fear despair, but she was in a really bad situation. No one knew that she was there, or that she was aware of anyways, and she had no way to contact her friends and allies. The Galactic Republic and Senate wouldn't help either for she was outside of their controlled space and within Hutt territory. Normally she was the one doing the rescuing, but this time she needed the help. If only she was strong enough to call out to the other Force users that she knew to come and find her. But she had never really practiced such a skill and an attempt without knowing how was futile. That would be something that she'd have to remedy if she got out out of there alive.

 

[Delsin Shaw]

The Hutts always have karking huge mansions to fit their size. Not to mention they were fugly. Every time I looked at them it was like I was looking at a living pile of shit. As it so happens, one that was actually rather strong and could quite literally kill a man by sitting on him. Well, more so laying on top of him. Despite the fact, I came here to find work. I was a Mercenary, and a Bounty Hunter. I smiled a little as I flew past the white sand dunes. Reminded me of home. Only the sand at home was a rusty orange. And the people there were actually good to get along with. Get along with as in, they don't threaten me because they keep to themselves. Slowing the speeder down over the top of a sand dune, I brought up my sniper rifle. Laid down on the speeder, and propped the rifle up with my elbows. Keeping nice triangle shapes with my arms, and even body. Natural habit over long years of use.

Looking down the scope, I tried to see how many guards were outside of this compound. I got a measurement of 500 feet between each watchtower. The scope had a built in rangefinder. Letting me see the range of one tower, and the range of another, I could deduct the space between and that would give me the distance. Not to mention the guards up above it. At this range, there was a chance I could snipe one of the guards there, but that wouldn't be too good for me. Considering that the turret there prevented any vehicles or people from getting too close if deemed against their stronghold of a slave compound. Even more so when I could see figures moving about. Raging clearly from different species, and some that were almost in the nude. Likely the newcomers who had been literally stripped of everything.

Tents and makeshift homes were what the slaves stayed in. The only reason I could see this much was because of how high the dune was. Letting me look over the walls that stood to prevent anyone from leaving. From the top of the wall, I could see many rows of nets that were likely barbed, or electrified. Hard to tell at this distance. Even a good sniper couldn't see everything. Looking at the size of the place, there were a good few hundred guards there. Possibly more that lived there and were currently off of their shift. Either way, this was no laughing matter. This Hutt meant business.

I leaned up and let the rifle be slung in the low and ready position as I thought about this. Get close enough to be seen, and then try and make contact by waving a flag or something, or just rush up and hope for the best considering it was only one guy. Easily one person could be dealt with even if they were on an unarmed speeder. Inside would be easier to control whoever came in. So likely I could just play it easy, and take the middle route. Come in at slower speeds on the speeder, and make a parley with the Hutt. However, one should never be truly trusted. Hence why I didn't just bring my sniper rifle.

I had knives all over me. And I was ready to use them if necessary. So really the question was, if they were going to take all my knives away, how many could they find? Because surely, there were a few that they wouldn't reach for. Regardless, I sped forward at a somewhat slow pace towards the stronghold.

"Karking Hutts and their bigass mansions."

[member="Lady Kay"], [member="Sempra the Hutt"], [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Visper Jast"], Cadan Tazi,

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Visper Jast"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Windstrider"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"]



She was getting hungry. Despite the stench of the cell, her tummy was starting to rumble. How long had it been since she last ate? Eighteen hours? Hard to say as she had no idea how long she had slept after arriving here. It could've been a few hours or it could've been all night. There was no way of knowing.

Kay got to her feet and walked over to the door of the cell. Still all that she could see was the hallway and the arms of the guards. Nothing had changed. She knocked on the door to try to get their attention. "Excuse me? I could really use some food and a drink here. Surely you all didn't go to all of this trouble just to have me die of hunger and thirst." No movement. She wasn't even sure if she could be heard. The only access for fresh air to come in was through a little vent high up one of the walls. It was too high to reach and too small for even her to crawl through.

As it didn't look like she was about to have some food anytime soon, Kay went back to her spot in the back of the cell and sat down cross-legged. Maybe some meditation would work. It could pass the time and either she'd lose herself in it or fall asleep. Whichever of the two that were to happen, both would help her to forget her hunger. And that was more important right now for she had less of a chance to escape if she was weak.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Location: Cadan's Ship - Head To Slave.
Objective: Deliver New Batch Of Slaves.
Allies: [member="Thraxis"] and Cartel.
Enemies: [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Windstrider"]
NPC: Ships Guards - For Now.

Cadan strode around his ship in full armour. His armour wore the marks of war, it's paint chipped in some places and wore. It held the logo of The Jackals on it's left breast plate. Over his battle worn armour was a trench coat. This trench coat was in worse condition then his armour. The coat was burnt, shot-up dirtied and bloodied.

Cadan also carried a DL-18 Blaster Pistol which was holstered to his right thigh. the hilt of the pistol read the words "Sunshine". He had two wrist mounted weapons. On his left wrist a M99 Rocket system and on his right a CZ Wrist-Mounted Flame Projector. Hanging down behind his back was a Raven Gauss Rifle with an Augmented Shooting Tool.

The pirate walked through the cockpit of the BT-7, they had just gone on a slaving trip and were now delivering them to Sriluur. " 'Ow many we got?" Cadan asked one of the guards.

"Six, sir." The Weequay replied, as he mentally re-counted the slaves in the room behind the door that he was guarding.

[member="Visper Jast"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Delsin Shaw]

The speeder floated over the sands. The frictionless movement allowed me to freely move. It felt like on a cloud as the sand behind me was thrust up into the sky. The cloak I had on was secured. The hood on my helmet still up by keeping my head low to the speeder, and letting airflow slide right over my head. The end of my cloak flapped in the wind as I sped on. I changed hands to drive with one, while the other felt down on my thigh. Making sure the clip of energy was shoved into the blaster. I didn't want to hop off and think I was firing, only for the clip to fall out. That would be kind of stupid. Talk about the tombstone that I would have. "died because he didn't secure his blaster." Oh, and lets not forget, "gangbanged by guards"

There was still quite a distance from me to the stronghold. Sure, it was a slave camp, so the Hutt might not even be there, but it was worth a shot. I would rather shoot and miss, than not shoot at all. But considering that I was a gunslinger, one of the faster end of drawers of the galaxy, it would be hard for me to miss my mark. Sniper rifles were even more so. I could "eye" a target and adjust for wind, them moving, and even bolt drop. It was just instinctive for me to know all of that before I would even place my finger on the trigger. Like now, I knew that the wind was pulling at me from the west. I new the bolt dropped at a certain rate at so many feet. 500 feet, it dropped three inches. Roughly. And that was only with my sniper rifle.

Now that I was coming close up to the compound, it wasn't about long range any more. It was going to be more of a medium range. Sure I could snipe at medium ranges. But if they got any closer, I was toast. So my pistol was the next alternative. At the lower end of medium range I could throw my knives, and at close range I could use knives, and my simple hand to hand combat. So I was well off. However, if I came across anyone with a melee weapon, I would have to change up my strategy. That I knew. As for what? I wouldn't tell you until after it happened.

Now that I was close, I could see up in the watchtowers people moving, and the turret face towards me as I came closer. All as to what I had thought had happened. As I came closer, I waved my hand over my head. Slowly coming to a stop. Considering it would be a little weird for someone who wanted to infiltrate a compound to be waving as they came up, I thought they might not fire at me until they thought about meeting with me, and see what I wanted.

"Lets just hope they don't mind a rifle and a pistol on me, or my knives."

[member="Lady Kay"], [member="Sempra the Hutt"], [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Visper Jast"], [member="Cadan Tazi"],

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Windstrider"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"]

Jaster arrived at the Slavers Camp in 3 Airspeeders 2 Police, and one Civilian, the civilian model was in between and Jaster was inside that one. He was here to speak with one of the new leaders of the slavers industry within the cartel. Jaster wanted to know first who had Karked him over in the slavers action on Tatooine. Having the Techies show up in the last minute was bad for buisness, they controlled the Mara Corridor, and without that, the conglomerate couldn't get his product through the Republic to the Cartel. He also needed to speak with Sempra about his orders of spice that didn't make it to Coruscant, it would seem the Republic was slamming down on ports across Commenor. Without Kay there to inforce his contract heal, his Private Port was seen as a regular port and customs officers would check every shipment without notice.

If he couldn't get a handle on the situration, Jaster single control of the Eastern Wing of his trade empire, he would lose all control of the east to the Trade Queen. Sempra was already disrupting her trade networks by astablishing new Station Administrators, and Jaster was always the first to cut a deal with them.

This however was beginning to be a problem, Jasters ports were falling under the pressure of being Shadow Ports for Sempras Smugglers. Also Jasters pastime with buying slaves was starting to spread like wildfire within the Tecno Union, and if the Republic ever doubted him, he would loose them and be forced to use other means to get his lanes back open. This was all becoming one huge mess, and on top of that, he needed to speak to Cadan about purchasing some slaves, or the ones he was cheated out of.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis was busy resting up in Cadans ship, adorned in his own armor. His belt carried more guns then he could use, one standard Sonic Pistol and his two favorite guns, his Heavy Blaster Pistols. He leaned back in one of the chairs in the cockpit, sleeping the day away with a bottle of Cognac hanging in his hand, swaying with the slightest of movements back and fourth.

As Cadan entered the room, Thraxis eyes peeled apart, half-blinded by the lights of the ship, normally Thraxis would never come on a ship with a slave run. But this was a special occasion. Thraxis eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness of the room, and his body swayed up to look to his cohort, "We there yet?" he inquired, one of his hands rubbing the sand out of his eyes while the other pours grog down his throat.

[member="Cadan Tazi"]
[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]
[member="Windstrider"]
[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Visper Jast"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Windstrider"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"]

Well the meditation seemed to be working. At least for now. Kay focused on her Force signature and imagining it shrinking in size until it was as small as one of her precious tea cups. Darth Ferus taught her this skill and though he was a Darksider, she was an exiled Jedi, a widow and a Senator. So many titles and different formalities that she had to go through to match her vast experiences. Yet despite all the bad, she had remained with the Light and still retained her blood innocence. Sure some have died because of her actions, but it was mostly indirectly.

Once satisfied that she had enough practice for a bit, Kay got to her feet and stretched. How long was she to remain in this cell? Despite it's size it was starting to feel cramped. Yet maybe that was her hunger and anxiety talking.

She approached the door and knocked, trying to get the guard's attention. "Excuse me? When do I get an audience with Sempra?" Kay knew that she was out of reach of the Republic. As she was in Hutt territory when she was captured, she was on her own. But if she was going to have any chance to escape, she needed to get out of this cell.

"What if I have to go to the bathroom? Hello?.....Hellloooo?" No movement, no answer. Maybe she should try singing? No, no, that'd be too embarrassing if she was to be any good. So instead she just rapped on the window, over and over and over again....

 

[Republic Trooper]

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Thraxis"]

A soldier in blue and grey armor approached Kay's Cage, and set a tea cup with some awfully made tea and a loaf of bread. The soldier had orders from Viceroy [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] to make sure the senator had a safe transport to the slave camp. He also carried a message for the senator as well. His cover was that he was a Conglomerate Transport Officer, to keep Jaster informed of he was being cheated out of any money in the transport of slaves. Jaster was a shadow broker if anything else, he liked to keep a close eye on ships transporting goods throught the Empire, so seeing a Conglomerate officer on a ship of this size was commonplace, anymore then one made ship captains upset.

He set the tray of food and drink at the gate of the cage and next to it a note, then proceeded to leave.

"Kay, I'm still kept in the dark about where you are being held, but Negosiation for your release are starting to deteriorate, I'm starting to believe that the only way to get you out of to speak with Sempra, though I can't be sure he will release you without a strong inventive. As an old friend I can only put up so much before I can't accept the deal, I'm starting to believe that you have upset the Hutt Empire so much that release can only be done by hostile means, and if so, I can not assist you, my alliance with the Hutts can not be broken, I will do what I can from here.
Jaster."

*Exit Thread

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Visper Jast"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Windstrider"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Conglomerate Comando"]

A slot opened in the door to allow the food tray to be slid through. She didn't even know of the existence of the slot, but there it was. And expertly hidden too. "Thank you," Kay called out to the Comando as he left. At least there was somebody that cared.

She carried the tray to the back of her cell and sat down cross-legged, letting the tray rest on her lap. Bread and tea. She was not going to be picky with the food choices. But yay for tea! Kay took a sip and although it wasn't the best in taste, it was still tea. Then as she nibbled on the bread, being careful not to eat too quickly, she spotted the note and began to read it......

Oh Jaster...He had done so much for her already and it came at no surprise that he would have heard of her capture. No doubt he had his own ulterior motives in helping her, but still, he was somewhere nearby trying to sweet talk Sempra. Kay just stared at the note and what it meant. Either she was going to be stuck at this slave camp forever or she was going to be rescued. Or worse, she could be killed.

As she nibbled on more bread and washed it down with another sip of tea, she began to think of the consequences of her actions. It was not looking good for her. Maybe she acted too hard and too quickly in her attempts to stop the slave trade. But she had saved many lives and freed many slaves. So it was worth it. She hated putting Jaster in this position though, but he was dealing with his own best interests at heart.

If only she could get a message out to him. There were others that could be contacted. She knew where she was taken as she had heard Sempra relaying instructions to Vex. But maybe he'll just learn it on his own. And no doubt to regain her freedom, she figured that she'd have to give up her fight against slavery for good.

However Kay was stubborn and not much of a quitter when it came to things that she was really passionate about.

 

[Visper Jast]

Her thoughts were racing.

" 'Ow many we got?"

Out of the fire, into the frying pan.

"Six, sir."

The words came muffled, beyond a door. They confirmed her suspicions. Visper Jast had boarded the ship of a slaver, and although she was practically the same under her father, there was no telling where she might end up. She shifted uncomfortably in the cargo container she had stowed away in, her muscles beginning to cramp as her mind began to clear and focus.
"I have to do something... Find something -- I can't break out of here on my own though, maybe hiding until landing really is my best bet. Unless they're in the habit of double-checking their cargo."
Tilting her head towards the crevice she had opened in the container for fresh air. She squeezed her fingers through it, then pulled it open and rose from the confined space. The six slaves about the room immediately turned their heads to her, save one who stared between their feet. She motioned for silence, stepping out of the container and taking in her surroundings, scanning for any cameras or items and structures of note.

She needed to find something with which to defend herself, and began her search accordingly, thinking about her next move. "This is craziness. I can't expect to hide effectively, the captives there might give me away for a bit of favor. But maybe I can look into disabling those shock collars."
She focused intently on her task, pushing all else out of her mind and moving from container to container, collecting and pocketing anything remotely useful (she had no interest in spice) before turning to the nearest slave, approaching the cage tentatively with another motion for silence, speaking in a hushed voice. "Let me try looking at that collar for you and getting this cage open -- is there anything you can tell me about this ship and crew? Quietly."

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

As Cadan entered the cockpit he looked to Thraxis. "Been 'avin' a little nap 'ave we?" The pirate asked rhetorically. "Almost, but you can still get some sleep if you want." Cadan said as he pulled a bottle of grog from the small desk and passed it to @Thraxis.

The room [member="Visper Jast"] was in would be practically stripped bar of all weapons, except for 3 simple blaster pistols and 2 vibroknives. There were no cameras or motion detectors, the pirates had gotten lazy and didn't expect for the slaves to escape. Laying about in the room was some thin wire, if use correctly it may be able to be used to remove the collar or pick the locks of the cage. But there was only enough for one action. So Visper had a desision, either unlock all cages and risk the slaves getting electrocuted or remove the shock collars but leave them locked up.

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Conglomerate Comando"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Windstrider"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Visper Jast"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Windstrider"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"]


To eat all of the bread, or to not eat all of the bread? That was the question. So far she had finished half of it and her tea was halfway finished as well. And who knows when the next meal would come? Kay looked inside of her satchel to see if anything left behind in it could be used to preserve it. Sadly her extra clothing wouldn't do much in preventing the bread from going dry and becoming as hard as a rock. So she just kept eating.

The solitary confinement was starting to get to her a little. Or maybe it was the loneliness? Either way, she wanted out. She looked up at the door. No hinges, no handles, nothing that she could pry open at all. Was it hopeless? Of course not. But she couldn't help wondering how long it would be until she was released. Or more so, how much it would cost her.

Jaster already had his trade deal, his shortcut route through Republic space and all from a favour that she owed him. Sure she had it under tight control, or thought she had at least. But what else would he ask of her? What other favour would she have to give? Most likely it would be to give his ports complete authority over themselves. But it could yet be something that she's never heard of.

After finishing the bread, Kay also finished her tea, leaving her dishes in the back of the cell with her. If the guards wanted it, then they'd have to open the door and come and get it. To which maybe she could knock one out with a blow to the head. Maybe. It was worth a shot. And so she sat there as she closed her eyes and meditated, waiting ever so patiently for someone, anyone, to open that door.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis looked to Cadan, "Yeah... bit tired. After all, from what I know, a knew toy has arrived and I just couldn't get a wink of sleep." he said, a half-dead smile grew, and his eyes looked intoxicated with both joy and drowsiness. He peered around the cockpit, "Ya know, your crew ain't much of a talkin' bunch. haven't said a word to me since I hoped on board ya ship." he said, with a flat, dull statement.

Thraxis then turned back to Cadan, "So, if you were to give a rough estimation, how long approximately would you say until we get to play with out new toy?" he inquired, "I mean, after all, like most of my toys, i wont get to play with it long before it breaks." he said, a slight laugh ending his sentence and his eyes starting to roll back as he became intoxicated with sick ideas that filled his already plagued mind.
[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="viper"] Jast
[member="Cadan Tazi"]
[member="Windstrider"]

 

[Visper Jast]

Mobility was important; maybe the shock controls were at the bridge and the reaction of the crew would be slow enough that the shock collars wouldn't matter... All she needed was a distraction on landing anyhow, the slaves would be good for that. She carefully manipulated the wire into a shape more suited for the cages, and got to work.

She went from cage to cage, unlocking them and distributing the weapons she had collected -- two vibroknives with the toughest trio at the door, (one unarmed wookie) and the blasters to the last two in the back, keeping one for herself. As the last cage swung open she tried to no avail on working on the shock collar, accidentally snapping the wire after attempting to bend it into a more advantageous shape. Cursing under her breath she turned to face the motley crew of slaves. They looked at her with a certain expectation -- her, just a young girl way in over her head.
"We've a small chance at this, but it's all we've got. Let's move some of those containers over as two barricades facing the door in case things get bad." Then, turning to the unarmed twi'lek -- "We're short a blaster, but stay by me and I'll keep you safe, okay?" -- offering a weak smile in reassurance. It was entirely unconvincing in her mind, absolutely forced, (when had she last smiled?) but she knew she was in too deep to turn back. Visper kept the most exotic, and hopefully expensive, slave by her side, a delicate, red skinned twi'lek. In truth, she was the fallback plan.
This entire idea might make things worse, maybe they'd kill her, or maybe enslave her... Maybe offer her a job? Unlikely, she was about to endanger their living cargo; slaves that she wasn't sure wouldn't turn on her yet, though she had been convincing enough, as they shuffled off to the designated positions. She felt a mixture of emotions from those around her: uncertainty, fear, doubt, determination, and even rage in one, the wookie, she thought...

They settled into position, gripping blasters and knives, idly awaiting their fates.

@[member="Thraxis"] @[member="Lady Kay"] @[member="Cadan Tazi"] @[member="Windstrider"] @[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] @[member="Sempra the Hutt"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Visper Jast"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Windstrider"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"]


Waiting for someone to rescue her was starting to feel futile. It was time that she took things into her own hands. Kay eyed the food tray, then the walls of the holding cell. They weren't stone, but more like a mud brick. Hmmm. Without any tools, just digging into it with her fingernails wouldn't be enough. She looked up to the window high up in the cell. Darkness will be coming soon. She'll act then. In the meantime she just meditated and worked her plan out in her head.

A couple of hours later it was dark enough. Kay got to her feet and stretched, working out any kinks in her muscles until finally she approached the door and peered out the small window. The two guards were still there and always it seemed that they had their backs towards her, as though they were waiting for a threat to come.

Satisfied that they weren't paying attention, Kay went to the back of the cell and knelt down with the food tray in hand. Using one of the corners, she began to dig into the wall, creating a small line. Bits of dried mud dust fell to the floor. Perfect. It could work. She started making the line bigger, outlining a hole that would be big enough for her to crawl through. After that was completed, she began the long process of cutting into the wall. Without a lightsaber this could take days, but so far it appeared as though she had that amount of time and then some. Any of the dust on the floor, she planned on dispersing it evenly among the floor to make it look as though it belonged. The hole itself would be hidden behind her satchel. Thankfully there was no electricity in the cell itself so that she could work in the darkness of night. It might not be a perfect plan, especially if she was caught, but for the moment it was all that she had to gain her freedom.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

The ship soon burst from hyperspace with Sriluur in sight. A wolfish smile spread across Cadan's face as he saw the planet. "I want us down there in five." Cadan said to the pilot, he then looked to [member="Thraxis"]. "Maybe about five, like I just said 'sir' " Cadan knew what Thraxis was excited about, and he didn't want to keep his 'superior' waiting any longer.

The Thunderclap began to touch down on the planet, going through various processes before actually touching down. As soon as it did, Cadan stepped aside letting Thraxis of the main cockpit door. Cadan was planning to stay and sort out the slave, before he unloaded them he would have to speak to the 'dock officer'. "Go get 'er." Cadan said the Thraxis.

Cadan was discussing for a few moments with the dock officer about the price of the slaves before he led him to the main door of the slaves. As the door slid open both Cadan and the dock officer were taken by surprise by the tiny army of slaves...

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Visper Jast"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis sat their for a few seconds. Listening contently to Cadan as he told him some golden words. Five minutes. A short period of time, though felt like it was stretched across eternity. His fingers pattered on the chair. A soft rhythmic metronome being made as he waited, his eyes were starting to lose their joy, he realized that this was really happening. A wretch was about to get her dues.

Thraxis marched of the ship, flashing a smile to Cadan as he moved past, each step filled with gusto and rage. The new toy was about to be broken. As he continued his march he walked through towards the camp, though quickly he was stopped by a Wookie, but its eyes were returned with dead joy that was held in Thraxis eyes, his eyes spoke a thousand words, though it was more likely that his rank and his affiliate Flannigan had something to do with it. It was in a hasty motion the Wookie turned away, its towering demeanor bending with haste as it moved out of its superiors way.

As the monster bent, Thraxis continued his movement paying little attention to his comrade, or the slaves that had infested the camp. Soon a Trandoshian walked towards him, looking at its better with greedy eyes, "Yesss? Iss their sssomething I can help with?" Its words alone revealed its greedy nature, it wanted to raise its rank within the Hutt Cartel, though something too be expected from anyone in the Hutt Cartel. "Yes. I am looking for Lady Kay. I am here to break her." he responded to the reptilians query, with a flat monotone voice, though his eyes still held that sickening joy. "Oh. Of coursse, thiss way pleasse." he responded, hissing to Thraxis, though quickly its impact was brushed away as if it was nothing more then a race thing.

The Trandoshian scurried through the camp, its eyes gleaming at all the cargo that it saw around it, and Thraxis kept step with it, looking around as he saw all the livestock that was being kept by the Hutt Cartel. Though nothing interesting was around, except for the toy. It took a while for them to arrive to Lady Kays prison, whether it be because the Trandoshian wanted to take the scenic route, or because he had no idea where he was going, was unimportant. The only thing that mattered was her. Soon Thraxis eyes awoke, its dead joy that gleamed quickly becoming energetic, just like every movement he made. "Lady kay, at last, at long last I found you. It has felt like eterneity since I last saw you, how are you going? Good? Bad? But I guess it dont matter, because I'm gonna make sure that your day, nay, your entire exsistance with me will be far worse then any displeasure you have ever experienced before." he said, each word that fell from his guttered mouth sounding sick and twisted while his lips spread across his face and his eyes bulged to stare into her with a sick and distorted appearance, a childish joy had enveloped his body, his hand twitching at the prospect of his first victim, drool starting to drip from his mouth and his mind going a flutter at all the different ideas he had ready for this lowly worm. The Transdoshian quickly fled the scene at the sickening sight, not wanting to be any part of what was going to occur.
[member="Cadan Tazi"]
[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Visper Jast"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Visper Jast"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Windstrider"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"]


That voice caused her to stop what she was doing. Partly because she was trying to figure out where she knew that voice from and also because no one had spoken to her since her capture. She covered her carving into the wall with her satchel and then rose to her feet, still holding the food tray in her hands as she turned around.

"I remember you...." It took her a second but she soon recalled her first and last encounter with Thraxis. It was on a banker's space yacht and the pirates had boarded. He had a bunch of crazed pirates with him that he was using to threaten her with as Tiali Orazio captured her, only to be whisked away to safety by the bounty hunter and further escape being a prisoner of the Jackals.

The look on Thraxis' face gave her the chills, as it would to anyone that was having a lunatic staring at them with a hungry look in their eyes. She had seen such a look before when she was a 'volunteer' for an Arkanian Sith Lord's scientific experiments on Force healing. That was a painful chapter in her life and it looked as though she was about to have another. Yet there was still a locked door between them.

"I wouldn't harm me if I was you. Doing so would just make things worse for you in the future. I have many powerful friends." Her hands tightened her grip on the lunch tray. It could make for a good weapon if needed. Kay wasn't exactly going to go down without at least trying to protect herself.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Cadan Tazi"]

Jaster and his men were waiting in the main encampment, they were told that Cadan was to make his appearance soon. Jaster had money at the ready and even threats for the red eyed gold lover.

Jaster was in trouble if he couldn't find the senator who was his main pipeline through the republic. If she was harmed in any way before he could rescue her, Jaster would be heavily questioned. His connection to the Hitt Cartel was already breaking at the seems and he was forced to keep a farther distance and use a cloaked ships to cross into the Hutt Empire. It wasn't glamorous, but it was the only way to keep his cover.

Now he was on this backwater of a world to save a senator that he knew didn't particularly like him, but he brough jobs and trade to every planet he visited. There was nothing she could do to argue him, none of his shipments were labeled wrongly on her visits, cuz he always was transporting medical supplies in her visit.

He walked up to the main desk for the 3rd time, "You will bring me to Cadan, or him to me, or things will get violent here soon, and then my services will be gone as well."