Faction Not Very Hostile Takeover (HR Expansion to Rorak4)

[Willow & Ivy]

The twins walked along the procession until it had stopped. At each stop there was a speech and for each one the twins were set to observe only the present. And so they did, watching and reading the intricate webs of the Force, studying the different colours that it displayed from each individual. And there were a lot of people to study. However, as the twins had been doing this for years, they knew which colours to be wary of and which colours brought interest to them.

Broka the Hutt made another speech and moved on. The twins followed in their proper place until the procession had stopped once more and they were summoned to his side.

Another lesson had begun.

"There is fear and nervousness at first, Your Grace."

"But your praises bring them comfort. Your praises lift them and brings them hope."

As Ivy continued speaking, Willow found herself a little distracted. She saw the wild black and red webs eminating from not far from the town in which they stood. Who they came from, she didn't quite know. But that person was a weilder of the Force. It was unusual for them to be nearby and most were Jedi that tried to 'free' them from Broka's employment, for they could oy see the twins as slaves and nothing more. But Broka didn't see them as slaves, but as his employees. And proteges.

Willow returned her attention back to Broka. "There are some that fight, however their numbers diminish with each passing second. Your enforcers see to that."

"There will be peace with your security. That is the overall theme from what we see."

Yossun Zaishwa

 

[Erich Kreutz]

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How amusing Erich mused as he skulked about, watching units of poorly organized thugs rushing about trying to contain what appeared to be a breakthrough by some of the other Hutt forces on the planet. They were so concerned about stopping what was in front of them, but completely oblivious to what was directly under their nose. Or more accurate, straight above and towards the back of their nose. Erich had shot a grappling line up into a rather ornate, baroque statue adorning one of the perimeter rings of of the 3rd floor of Urak's building. He had just now reached the attachment point of the line, and glanced around to verify he had not been seen as of yet. That was when the thought hit his mind. This was almost too easy, like taking Uj cake from a baby.

He fired another grappling line to one of the higher levels, this time engaging the automated rappel device to automate his ascent. At this point, the majority of the external forces were busy installing barricades near the front entrance of the building. It was the last thought on their mind to look up to see if someone was scaling the building. What idiot would be doing that? This one Erich thought again to himself. He wasn't as young as he used to be when he did things like this all the time. Now, he was starting to feel a little slower; something he wasn't very amused about. But rather than fixating on that fact, he glanced at a small map he carried after reaching a solid foothold. He was approaching the level the security suite was in, which sat in one of the middle levels at a room approximately 6 meters away from the windows. He climbed a few more meters before setting a magnetized foothold for both of his feet and pulling out a thermal-diamond tipped blade. After rigging a piece of flex cord to the blade, he pinned it using a small suction-mount, and stenciled a large hole in the glass panel before him. After making roughly a half-dozen rotations, he put away his tools and pulled out a rather large crowbar. A few knocks pushed the circular cutout into the building with a dull 'thud'.

Rather than lingering to see who may have heard his efforts to gain entry, he quickly pulled himself into the dead-end corridor, and as silently as he could landed with his feet first onto the burgundy-hued carpet. Providentially, he did not see any cameras monitoring a hallway that led to a window pane, so cautiously took advantage of the situation as he rummaged in his pack for his datapad. It took a few moments for him to crack into the building's security network, but it took a little longer to access its mainframe. He initiated a routine firmware update, which brought the cameras between him and the security suite offline. That bought him a few minutes to slowly make his way down the hall to the security suit and enter the room. A scruffy-looking human male was frantically trying to determine why the cameras were choosing now to update their firmware. Without skipping a beat, Erich's 'Nightjar' pistol released another near-soundless bolt into the tech's back, causing him to keel over. Erich quickly slipped into the tech's chair, and began establishing a partition to freeze-frame the last images recorded by the cameras once they got back online to ensure he preserved his anonymity. He then set about combing through the layout of the building to determine where Urak was hiding.