Raid on NAB-boo (OP vs. Gordosa and Co.)

[Gordosa]

The Black Betty, a MC70 Ackbar-class Star Cruiser, dropped from hyperspace with all the grace you might imagine from a ship sold by the illustrious Silk Holdings. A moment later a rag tag band of freighters and fighters exited escorting a large freighter designed to carry large cargo. The freighter and smaller ships made a calm turn toward the countryside while the MC70 moved toward low orbit over the Gungan city.

The air was crisp and fresh inside Gordosa's chambers as his captain, an Iktotchi female with a pink eye patch, entered to make her report. Her way was briefly blocked by the crossed axes of Gordosa's Gamorrean guards but not in the execution of their duties. They had been arguing over who had the biggest ax and while measuring got them stuck together.

"LET GO U STOOPIT." Ugbolt cried at his cousin.

"U DID ET BIG DUMMY!" cousin of Ugbolt replied, while Gordosa rubbed the would be bridge of his flat nose and wondered why he didn't employ ewoks as guards.

"Get out of my way idiots." the captain said pushing passed the two Gamorreans.

"HEY YOU CANT'INT TAWK LIEK DAT TO UGBOLT!" Ugbolt said dropping the ax and hitting the captain on the head with a club quickly dropping her to the floor.

"Most displeasing." Gordosa said as he left his seat and passed the mess to enter the bridge to see for himself what was going on.

The ships were positioned he was going to try and stall authorities while his men and women captured some gungans for involuntary labor and searched for his hoped for prize. The aqua monster would be the crown jewel to his creature collection and he may even buy a lake to keep it in...

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Gordosa"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Serock Hoath was many a thing. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Warlord, Pirate King, General and Marshal, Butcher. Guard. Warrior without a cause and a drunkard without a family.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Most men would have dedicated their life towards at least [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]one[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] of those occupations, but that had never been Hoath’s path, his life had spanned many lifetimes of the common man. On and on he went, doing this and that, and today?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Today he played for a mercenary.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]He didn’t particularly care much for Gorosa, Gordoes- whatever the slug liked to call itself, but the Hutt paid good cash for him to stand on the bridge and be something resembling threatening. So that’s what Serock did, while pondering if he would be able to get out alive if he decided to cut the slaver’s head off.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Probably not.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Might be time to rig some explosives on another throne. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Merc started to whistle softly to himself, yeah… that sounded like a good idea.[/SIZE]