Private Rampage!

[Dyre Redwave]

Planet: Nar Shaddaa
Time: Early Evening
Location: The Moisture Farm ('Gentlemen's Club')

Inside Front (source)

Inside Rear (source)

Description: Nestled in the seedy underbelly of Nar Shaddaa, The Moisture Farm was a relatively new establishment though in its short time of operation had garnered a reputation as the type of place where whatever you wanted could be acquired if you had the credits. It was no secret that the location was a cover for a gang calling themselves the 'Acquirers” having adopted the name given their penchant to acquire whatever a paying customer might desire. It was also no secret that the girls dancing here were available for 'rent' or purchase if the price was right and were certainly not here of their own free will given the 'education' collars about their neck. Presently the establishment had fewer than a dozen patrons and while no doubt management was in the back, the only 'staff' visible were two bouncers near the entrance, one a Gran, the other a Togarian. Half a dozen dancers are scattered around the room, all of them female (two twi'leks, two humans, a nautolan and a sullustan). There are also a few bartenders attending each bar. Near the rear bar is an entrance to a VIP area which appears to have some manner of security system in place.





Dyre sat alone in a large booth upholstered in a pale blue leather of a type he did not recognize in a large circular booth near the central bar of 'The Moisture Farm'. His orange and white helm sat upon the table and to his side lay his rifle. On the table danced a twi'lek, her skin nearly perfectly matching the leather of the seat, her skin tight clothes of a similar hue to her flesh giving the appearance that she wore nothing though upon closer inspection this was not the case. About her neck was an 'education collar' at least that is what they had called them when had first seen them on slaves being used to move materials on construction sights.

Though he did not find blue skinned twi'leks as attractive as some other variants of the species, this specimen's other 'assets' were convincing and he could appreciate her beauty. Were he here for pleasure and were he a far wealthier man he might have made the owner of the establishment an offer for her but this was not the case. Dyre was not a man of unlimited means, nor had he ventured here for entertainment. While he certainly did appreciate certain aspects of 'The Moisture Farms' aesthetics, his true purpose coming here when he did was to investigate a rumor. A rumor claiming that the alien scum running this place was engaging in a practice he could not tolerate.

Dyre was far from an abolitionist. His father had owned slaves once the practice had been legalized after the fall of the Republic. Wookies, Bodach'i among other species had been utilized for manual labor to great effect, in fact, slavery had been used to build roads, forts and spacecraft saving taxpayers untold trillions of credits. The only possession which was truly his that he had acquired since waking up was a slave given to him by a local Hutt Lord for services rendered. Dyre had no problem with slavery as a practice and would even vocally support the legalization of the practice. Slavery of humans by aliens however, was another matter entirely however. For humans, slavery should only ever be a punishment for treason and insurrection, no human should, without crime, wear the collar of a slave and under no circumstances should they be the property of lesser species.

Dyre had long worn the helm of a soldier and had never desired to wear any other, but these were desperate times. He saw no viable solution that didn't involve violence and if aiding mankind required he dish out vigilante justice then he was prepared to do just that. This was not the right moment though. For now, he would enjoy the dancer before him and wait until the time was right to act.




Tag: Zachariel Steelblood , 0 000

 

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It was then sitting far off to the back just seem barely out of sight and for the most part out mind of most. Ronin sat nursing a pint of corellian Ale in hand as by his side a pair of fair skin nautolan female on one side and jade green twi'lek on the other. Both of whom were both bought out for his own as a gift by some hotshot smuggler he sort work for to gain passage back from wildspace. After what it seem an eternity.....of solitude as much exile...a self imposed one which were for reason of his own.

But just the same as much it were tempting he wasn't really into such extravagance nor vice ....that is if it was what can call it. Having grown on his own...an orphan and having seen first hand the danger that lurked out there on your own. Having all but met that crossroad where on one hand he'd been taken in as much cared for by a Jedi while on another path. One which could or would been his fate had not fate intervene. That he could have ended up like these two....a slave chain to a life of servitude where death was the only escape if it could ever be thought of it as such. But then again peering under those listless cold gaze it was not lost on him how the other learned as much desired the two companion gifted to him at that time. That as much he wished to refuse the offer or gift of them he did not. Think only that as much he despise slavery as an institution as much a way of life....he could not for second feel not acting against it in what small way he could. As such catching the gaze of one the patron eye his companion that Ronin with slight move his hand gave the learning patron a nice quick force shove. Along with a silent message thru the force.....to get lost and go home to rethink his life. Which promted the patron to stand and in a daze gaze walk out silently chanting his words. Of going home to rethink his life.....

Tag: Zachariel Steelblood , Dyre Redwave

 

[Dyre Redwave]

'Looking for an opportunity had paid off' Dyre thought to himself seeing the sudden exit of a patron who had been muttering about where his life had gone so wrong. This was not the kind of place where men had changes of 'world view'. Such establishments were temples to the more base desires.

He peered back to the rear of the bar and saw the figured whom the man had been speaking with moments before his departure and watched him carefully for several minutes. He had a group of entertainers around him though his expression was not that of contented man. He looked onward for a few moments more, finishing his drink, taking his helmet and rifle and slowly making his way to the rear of the bar.

As he approached he quickly measured up the man and gave a simple nod in greeting and leaned forward on the table. “That was an impressive trick” Dyre stated, a look of calm confidence upon his face. Dyre lowered his voice leaning forward further. “This isn't my first time in a pleasure house, and the look on your face I have only seen on two types of men. Young men who are afraid of the fairer sex, which I somehow doubt applies to you, and men who dislike what they see and I am guessing it isn't the... natural gifts... of the girls.”

“So... am I right... friend... because I think we can make a deal” Dyre inquired, his expression hopeful.

Tag: 0 000 Zachariel Steelblood

 

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No sooner had his temper seem have been tempered and under his breath he all but let out a faint Huttsen curse as he then take few swigs his drink. Leaning back he then feel the nautolan female hand brush gently over his arm as she then leans over appear to snuggle close him. In a kind of sensual way deem no less common as it were appropriate for such an establishment. As he then sense her long, highly sensitive head tentacles twitch a bit. As from the sideline another man boldly approach. Leaning over to give him a seem approving nod as he seem tried not to appear openly acknowledging. Knowing all too well how hard enough as it were have most if not both the establishment bouncer eye him with both suspicion as much disapproval. As they seem were both astounded as much uneasy by the way he handle himself against the individual earlier. To which the man now speaking apparently knew or had some inkling thought about his little interaction which he call "a impressive trick." Which no less got his attention and had it not been that they were in such a highly establish den of thieves and villainy he'd no sooner tried silent the man. Rather than be found out or call out for being just who he really was or were in any case.

"Yeah so what it to you?"

At which time the man seem become ever so bold he reckon show off the helmet and gun he'd possess as he carefully in low tone spoke to him And he lofting a brow at him as from behind two burly bouncer seem slowly step to close in. Apparently thinking the two females were not quite size up to their task at hand....given either lack of progress in attending to their new Master need were just about subject for recall. In exchange for some other set of "products' in stock. Or had taken notice of the same man sitting before him and assume he was bothering him.That is at the last moment he then raise a hand to make the bouncer stop then back off. And he himself leans forward appear to take few sip of his ale while under his breath replied.

"Well what if i am....either one the type man you speak of? And beside what i am? For between you and i....not really my idea be here or have to own these lot of females. But what can i say... seem who knew save the scrawny hide of a Dug would get you here....drink and all. But all in all what have you in mind stranger ....speak truthfully and i might hear you out....not and well...my lady her will know..."

He then give the Nautolan female a sight kiss on the cheek.

"...and i'll have end you too..."

Tag: Zachariel Steelblood , Dyre Redwave

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

Pleasure dens, Zachariel didn't care about them at all, but his creators had deemed it a worthwhile test to see what would happen. At the same time they didn't want to accidentally cause conflict with any dens that had been around longer, particularly the ones that were in contact with them. As such, he'd been sent to this 'Moisture Farm', a relatively new one that shouldn't have many possible business associates there. Though his creators wanted to see how he'd act in such environments, they weren't stupid, and didn't want anything valuable nearby should he become more... violent.

Marching up to the door of the establishment, Zachariel bumped into a man coming out, muttering about changing his life around. The man promptly fell on his butt from the force of the bump, though Zachariel only noticed because he was looking. Staring down at the man, who looked shaken to suddenly be outside, he simply laughed at the buffoon before entering. Stepping through the door, Zachariel instantly had a pair of bouncers at his side, eyeing him uncomfortably. They were tall men each, easily 6'4" each, towering over most, and they looked like children to Zachariel's 11ft tall presence, fully armed and armored. Maintaining a brave facade, the one bouncer spoke up to Zachariel.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave your most dangerous weapons here." It was supposed to sound strong and confident, it failed miserably. But it did make Zachariel laugh.
"I'm not going to stand here at the door for the night guard." He said simply, voice a low, rumbling bass, one filled with malice. "So step aside and you'll be fine. Don't, and well, I'll get to see another skeleton today."
The bouncer visibly gulped at that, once more eyeing the various trophies adorning Zachariel's armor, particularly the skulls and other bones. Turning his gaze back up towards Zachariel, he merely nodded once, straining to control his trembling. Then he stepped aside, motioning for Zachariel to enter, though he left him with a warning to "Not cause any trouble" which made Zachariel merely laugh once more.

Entering further into the establishment, Zachariel looked around. He easily towered over everyone present, and was notably the most heavily armored person present. Grinning madly at that, Zachariel entered the room further and went towards the bar. There he simply grabbed the first thing there, not caring if it belonged to someone or not. Turned out it did, said someone turned around ready to be mad at someone, only for his words to die in his mouth. Said someone turned back to the bar and kept her head down as Zachariel continued on, grabbing another large drink as he went. It seemed someone had told several slave girls to attend him though, because as he passed the bar, a pair of pretty twi'leks appeared at his side, all smiles and excitement, though their eyes revealed their fear. Breathing deeply of it, Zachariel grinned down at them, though they couldn't see it because of his helmet. Handing the drinks to them, he continued on, both hanging close to his arms, afraid to properly touch him due to the armor. Zachariel went towards the back of the establishment, both of his new escorts trailing along, following up the stairs and towards a booth off to the right of the stairs. Miraculously enough it was empty when Zachariel arrived, allowing him to seat himself on the chair, pushing the table to the side as he did so. The 2 twi'leks put his drinks on the table before him, even as they lay on their sides next to him, attempting to distract him however they could, with Zachariel looking out at all the on the rpatrons now, his helmet still firmly locked on his head.

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[Dyre Redwave]

“That is a fair question” Dyre said calmly, looking the man before him squarely in the eyes. “I live on Nar Shaddaa, but I am not a local. I only ever deal honestly and I don’t care if the girl hears.” He nods his head in the direction of the Nautolan. “I have no problem with slavery, but, where I am from, the enslavement of humans is an abomination and I think we might be able to put an end to that. I am not one for complex plans so I was thinking that we completely devastate this place, take anything that isn’t nailed down and we split it between us. Then we find out how deep this rabbit hole goes to determine who their supplier is.”

Dyre looks to the Nautolan girl then back to Ronin. “As for the slaves, we split them, you are free to keep or liberate those which become yours just as I would be free to do the same, only condition is that I return the humans to their homes or into my protection. The only problem is that it would likely take more than the two of us.”

Dyre turns from Ronin and notices the great beast of a man that had entered while they were talking. “Damn” Dyre says as he looks over the man. “If you are interested, maybe we could get him aboard… bet that fellow could rip a Gamorrean’s head off.”

Tag: 0 000 Zachariel Steelblood

 

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It was then while he sat there try his earnest keep a low profile and as much if anything appear to the stranger conversing with him. That he be viewed as but perhaps one with some ability in the force but hide where his allegiances within it be. For if much could be said of it was something of a sore topic for him as such he'd opted gone and only now slowly return. To a reality seem far removed from the one he left behind. At any rate downing few more sip of his Ale he then come reply.

"Well i've spent most my life on a ship so can't say anyplace is home for me.....and in same sense i've seen much of what you speak of....slavery of any form human or non. Is a decent enough cause....and alright i'm in. Though have say though you may not care if they hear..."

His eyes then peer to glance over the two now try to look brave yet secretly clung to his arm from fear of the soldier man words.

"...but i do. You see you have your agenda here and i have mine.....they are part of it. "

His words cut short as from the sideline a new comer came....a hulking mishmash of metal and flesh to more or less form a being. To which he then turn back to the man before him add....

"...Well sure looks like it but just same....we could maybe approach and sell him on the idea as well or could simply see if my girl here can hack his system to comply?"


Tag: Zachariel Steelblood , Dyre Redwave

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

Gazing out at the other patrons, Zachariel noted those of importance, and those that could possibly cause him problems. The amount was small, no more than 5 individuals. However, a pair of figures near him, along with the slaves at their sides, seemed different for some reason. Zachariel couldn't say why, but something felt odd about one, and thus the other was suspicious to him. Focusing his view away from them, Zachariel let his augmented hearing go to full effect, allowing him to listen in on them as if he were next to them. Sadly, he only caught the tail end of their conversation, something about selling him on an idea, or, laughably, make him comply by hacking him.

Let out a low rumble upon hearing that, Zachariel turned his piercing gaze fully towards the pair, even as the slave girls on his arms stared at him in shock. Staring at them openly, Zachariel simply took his helmet off, revealing a scarred man, with grey eyes, and teeth spread in a bloodthirsty grin. Placing the helmet on the table before him, he took a drink up in his gauntlet-ed hand and drank it all in one sip. Placing it back on the table with a clang, he finally spoke, still staring at them with the same bloodthirsty grin.
"Didn't your mothers ever teach you that it's rude to talk about people behind their backs?" Laughing sarcastically, Zachariel shook his head. "If you want to sell me on something, come and tell me face to face. Try to hack me though, and I promise you'll fail miserably, and then I'll torture you for centuries."

Still grinning madly at them, Zachariel leaned back in the booth, before dragging the pair of girls closer to himself. They didn't resist, one even taking the glass before him and holding it so that Zachariel could access it more easily. Nodding his thanks, his eyes still didn't leave Dyre and Ronin, his focus seemingly one hundred percent on them, waiting for their move, and with the mad grin never leaving his face.

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It was then as the two conversed and seemingly elicited harsh response but no less a response as well. That Ronin giving the brutish cyborg humanoid a stern yet emotionless gaze. Lips partly parted speak in a whisper instead.

"Well seem it has ears and least bit more human rather than tin him. But just the same guess least he can talk....and no afraid not. My mother was gasping her last breath before was rudely rip front her arms by slavers. To even begin teach me anything when was barely a child. So yeah talking behind anyone back the only you survive the pits I've learned."

Downing a few more chugs of his ale continues to speak.

"At any rate we would face to face lay the offer to you personally easily. Now that we known your...well somewhat human I see. Seeing the last one ran into that got me these fine ladies....look like you but wasn't human. So had wasted it rather than waste my time talking. "

He then scared as the twi'lek was with nod from him calmed down.

"So you interested for bit work?....or do we have deal with your pitiful maker if you still rig to them and not ?"

Tag: Zachariel Steelblood , Dyre Redwave

 

[Dyre Redwave]

Dyre nodded in agreement with Ronin and turned to speak with the great beast of a man who had come to the table. "We do have an offer for you" he began "You strike me as the sort who prefers stabbing a gungan until it stops being funny to listening to moralizing so I will make it short. The three of us "he motions to himself and the other two men at the table "will completely devastate this place, free these slaves and take everything that isnt stuck to the floor. Then we find out who is supplying them with their human slaves and repeat the process until we devastate their supply chain."

Dyre smiled and looked out over the establishment. "Then we go our separate ways with piles of loot... proclaiming ourselves 'heroes'. Sound Good?"

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

Zachariel noted the gaze that one of the individuals gave him from where he sat. The look wasn't pleasant, but it didn't bother Zachariel in the slightest, in fact, it made him grin wider. Then came the 'sob' story, no doubt to make him feel bad, but again, it didn't work. Mockingly, he spoke back, not having moved from his seat.
"Yes, I do hear you, even if you whisper. And oh, such a shame, momma died, so I didn't learn any manners." Snorting derisively, his bass voice continued on. "I learned something different. Say it to their face, and if they try to kill you, kill them first."

Still smirking, he took another long gulp of his drink, still staring at the pair. At the mention of someone that looked like himself, but wasn't human, Zachariel quirked an eyebrow. Now that was interesting, and silently he wondered just who and what it was. Chuckling at the final rude comment from him, he was going to respond when the other(Dyre) spoke up. Turning his gaze on him, Zachariel listened. Smiling still, Zachariel nodded slowly, before looking over the rest of the establishment, barely taking note of the fearful gazes of the slaves on his arms. Letting out another chuckle, Zachariel replied first to Ronin and then to Dyre.
"I am interested in work little man, if you can deliver death. And if anything, you'd be answering to me, and I'm far more dangerous than anything you'd expect." Facing Dyre once more then, Zachariel finished off his drink before placing his helmet back on his head. When he spoke next, his voice was lower, bloodthirsty, mechanical, and it promised violence. "You're right, I'd much rather murder than listen to long winded speeches. Now, I don't care about the title of hero, nor the loot and slaves, though I'll take my fair share of both. But, I'll take more than my fair share of slaughter, and I hope you two can keep up with me."

Turning his gaze to the two slaves at his side, he simply told them to stay, before standing up to his full height of 11ft/3.35m. His armor gleaming in the low light, with the red lenses on his helmet glowing dark crimson, Zachariel looked ready to kill, and he was going to soon. Speaking one more time, he chuckled and spoke.
"You've promised a slaughter essentially, fail to deliver, and I'll take your skull as compensation. But enough talk, it's time to kill. But leave the bartenders alive, they'll know more than some bouncer, and I like the drinks so far." Turning to gaze down the stairs and towards a bouncer, Zachariel laughed a bloodthirsty laugh, one that promised death and damnation. "Well then you two, let's get to killing."

And with that, Zachariel marched down the stairs without waiting for an answer. The bouncer noticed him quickly, and something primal in him made him move away from Zachariel, but he wasn't fast enough. Two more steps and Zahariel was on top of him, grinning madly behind his helmet. Shooting his arm out, it went straight through the bouncers chest and out the other end in a spray of blood and gore. Lifting the man up, holding his heart, Zachariel laughed madly before shouting to all assembled, even as the screams started.
"Death and damnation has come for you all! Flee before death, die, die, die!!!"

Crushing the heart in his hand, Zachariel dropped the body to the floor, and then the screaming began in earnest and people started to flee. Not that it mattered, as Zachariel moved to his next target.

Dyre Redwave | 0 000

 

[Dyre Redwave]

The large man's appetite for violence was truly impressive and while he would have enjoyed watching the display of strength his own self preservation took precedence. Dyre charged from the table toward the bar. As he kept a well placed blast from his rifle stunned the young woman behind the bar causing her to fall to the floor and safely out of harm's way.

After quickly surveying the room, he turned his attention to the VIP entrance. A few quick shots dropped one guard and caused another rush back behind the door.

Dyre kept his focus there, not wanting his 'partners', if the term even truly applied in the present situation, to become overwhelmed.



Ooc: I am having trouble with getting tags to work properly, I apologize for any perceived breach or etiquette

 

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It was then despite the apparent disregard of the metal hunking being who no sooner made his intent as much his answer to them know. But first state his demands along with hint pointer pertain one viable target amongst the lot. To which with their little squad appear be in a loose base agreement for their own intent in regards the spoils. He then after seeing the hulking metal being take his stab literally into the fray by take it out on the bouncer. While the other provided some means of cover suppression in order guard their flank and not get them overwhelm.

While he seeing the opportunity with the force nudge the few non-human with him to duck under the table of the booth they're in for cover. While he with wave his hand started the cleanse of the room along with the very establishment. Reach out with the force at what bit he'd taken note earlier of some the security system in place as he blinded the camera along with lock up the front door so none could escape. Before draw a blaster in one hand and saber in the other as he launch to relieve the other patrons of their spoil of the flesh. Which he herald to nudge head towards booth he earlier occupied and find refuge with those already in his custody. As he then slowly inched his way to clear out the place alongside the other two of its undesirable entities.


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[Zachariel Steelblood]

Zachariel noted how his temporary allies moved to assist him, one covering their backs and the other moved to attack some others. Grinning madly, Zachariel left the pair from his mind, focusing instead on killing these lambs before him. Laughing loudly once more, he didn't hurry towards his next target, instead leisurely striding towards the little woman who was even now hiding within her booth. With her were a pair of slaves, both clearly just as scared as the woman was, not that Zachariel cared.

Arm still dripping with blood, Zachariel ripped the table from its bolts in the ground and towards another group, crushing another patron unceremoniously. Leaning down, Zachariel picked up the cowering woman and lifted her up, holding her by her throat. Tilting his head to stare at her curiously, as she scrabbled madly at his armored gauntlet, trying to escape, he laughed again.
"There is no escape here for you, only death."

The deep, rumbling sound of his voice caused her to pause for a second, then scrabble even more madly. Chuckling at the pitiful sight, Zachariel snapped her neck with a crush, and then dropped her body down to the ground, before the pair of slaves. They looked up at him fearfully, and all Zachariel did was tell them to stay there. Turning away from them, Zachariel looked over the people running from him, most of them not even paying attention to his two 'allies'. Shaking his head at them, Zachariel was about to keep marching forward when a laser bolt shot out and hit him square in the chest. All it did was singe the paint, barely chipping some of it away. Staring down at the mark and then up at the shooter, Zachariel laughed madly once more before speaking.
"My turn then, fool."

In one fluid motion, Zachariel had unclipped his massive rifle from his hip and aimed it one handed at the shooter. Pulling the trigger, a bullet flew from the barrel and exploded against the man, completely shattering his chest plate, and leaving a deafening boom permeating the room after the shot. Many patrons near him screamed again, holding their hands over their ears. Holstering the rifle once more, Zachariel chuckled darkly and turned towards the nearest cluster of people, 5 of them in total. 3 were slaves and the other 2 were patrons, all staring at him fearfully, trying to scramble away from him.

In a burst of motion, Zachariel was suddenly before them and lifting up one of his legs. Slamming it down on the man, all that was heard was a sickening squelch. Turning next to the woman, Zachariel grabbed her arm and flung her across the room, straight into a wall. The motion ripped her arm off and had her head crushed against the wall, leaving a blood stain down to the ground, as her body slowly slid down. Staring at the arm in amusement, Zachariel attached it to a spike on his power pack on his back. There it stuck up slightly, another morbid ornament for his already macabre armor.

Turning towards the rest of the crowd, Zachariel noted that many had run towards the entrance, but seemingly couldn't escape, causing great hysteria. Smiling at their predicament, Zachariel made his way towards them, the largest group present, with several bouncers in the group. Only a few shakily stood their ground, the rest scrambling against each other to get away from Zachariel. Said monster unclasped the rifle from his hip once more and aimed it at the group. Letting loose a further 3 shots towards the group, Zachariel killed half a dozen people with the explosives, and 'accidentally' killing a pair of slaves.
"There is no escape from me, puny mortals. Only death awaits you now." With those words of doom said, Zachariel fired a further 3 shots at them, the booms echoing across the large room once more.

Dyre Redwave | 0 000

 

[Dyre Redwave]

Dyre watched chaotic scene unfolding and seeing that the patrons of the room, as well as the staff seemed to be receiving a solid thrashing decided to break from his cover to enter the VIP section.

Charging across the room, he fired wildly at the remaining guard at the VIP entrance. Though he was firing from the hip, a shot from his rifle managed to hit the guard and drop him. He kicked the door to the VIP room open and began to search

There were four doors on either side. He kicked in the first one, inside was a gamorean engaging in unspeakable acts with a gungan. Dyre fired wildly at the abomination wishing he had never seen such a thing.

He kicked open the second, inside was the Twi'lek girl who had been dancing on his table. He switched to stun and they fell among the rooms dozens of pillows.

When he kicked in the third door however he saw a toydarian. He was hiding behind a sofa. This being was obviously the manager. He fired a small blaster pistol stricking the armor on Dyre's leg. There was pain, though it wasn't crippling. With a stun blast from his rifle the creature fell to the ground. Dyre quickly tied them up and began searching the room.

Four cases lay on the floor and he quickly opened one. Realizing they were filled with stun collars. 'There must be a thousand in here' he thought to himself. He switched his com on. "I got a steak dinner for the first eight people who get to the Moisture Farm. Wait for me outside." he said before cutting his mic.

He then peered out the door and insuring that he was in no immediate danger closed it, and set about inspecting his leg.

Tag: 0 000 Zachariel Steelblood

 

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It was then in the midst of the fight wherein as best he could Ronin did his earnest keep a clean body count as much clear distinction between who he saved or taken out. Which was not quite what frankintin was doing to which in between shots he had to drop reminders to him about try not to avoid harming the innocent and just focus on taking out the trash one. As he then turns his attention to shift his attention to save the poor soul caught in the crossfire while leaving the juggernaut to clean up after him off all the bad guys and gals along the way.

But then came another snag as the longer their raid kept the harder it was for him find a safe spot keep their wards safe from the crossfire. Before head over to the soldier dude and place a hand over his wound.

" I know bacta patches would do the trick but we gonna kinda blow this joint soon as the tin man pile up too many bodies and make too much of a racket that those badges would be her any second."

Zachariel Steelblood , Dyre Redwave

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

Slaughter, it was fun, that's why Zachariel partook in the act, it's why he decided to help the two he was working with now. Regardless of why he did though, anyone was certain that he did his part very, very well. After having engaged the group at the door, Zachariel turned his rifle to those elsewhere in the establishment, looking for targets. Finding some bouncers, Zachariel shot them quickly, before moving on. Eyes and rifle scanning, even as he was admonished for 'accidentally' killing a pair of slaves. All he did in response was laugh at the man, turn to the side, and slap another slave backwards while staring directly at Ronin.
"Ah yes, be careful. Why I never thought of that. This is a slaughter, so 'innocents will be caught in the crossfire. Make sure you don't though, that would be such a shame."

The sneer and the mockery was very evident to anyone who heard, which was many, not that it really mattered. They'd be dead or a slave soon enough. Turning back to face the door, Zachariel noted that there were only a few security types left, the rest were patrons or the like. Laughing at their cowering forms, particularly the guards with weapons that were trembling in their boots. Clipping his rifle back at his hip, Zachariel strode towards them, each step bringing more fear into their eyes, they felt the need to run, even though they couldn't. Sneering at their ineptitude, Zachariel merely leaned forward once he was before the guards, reached down and picked them up by the scruffs of their necks. Leering down at them from behind his hemet, Zachariel spoke, voice filled with malice, enough to cause them to drop their weapons in fear, even as they tried to get away from him.

"Have you not learned yet children? There is no escape from me." Dropping them to the ground, Zachariel lifted up a boot and smashed their weapons to smithereens. Looking over the others cowering there, Zachariel noted that most could still be useful for other things than death. Calling out to his 'ally', Zachariel spoke once more, still staring directly at his new prisoners. "Let's let these fools live, serve out the rest of their lives in servitude to us. Let them know slavery as the others have, perhaps they'll learn a thing or two before dying." Speaking next to the new slaves, Zachariel's voice promised violence to anyone who didn't comply with his orders. "Head over there, to that corner, with the other slaves. You'll live, for now, and then I'll decide what to dow with you."

The patrons scrambled to where he'd indicated, just trying to get away from him. A few were left behind because they were simply too scared to move, or couldn't for whatever reason. Only a small group of 5 stayed because of another reason. Their leader spoke up then, voice shaking, but still trying to sound strong.
"Si... Sir. We... we are more than... than um... regular patrons. Ple...Please let us live free, we'll pay anything. Our... our reach is far and our coffers deep. Just please... please sir, not slavery. We'll serve you, but not as slaves... please!"

Zachariel turned his gaze to them, ignoring everyone and everything else for now, not that much moved for now. In the corners were cowering people, slaves and patrons a plenty, with even a few bouncers left, still staring or trying to flee elsewhere. Fighting had all but died now, with only a few bouncers still possessing true weapons, not that any of the weapons had harmed Zachariel when he'd been shot at before. As such, people believed he was invincible, and couldn't be beat. Thus, they hid, letting their fear take over. And Zachariel drank deeply of that fear, taking it in as someone else would the breeze. The entire time his stare never left the group of 5, causing their fear and trepidation to grow with every passing moment. Finally Zachariel spoke.
"And what do I have to gain from letting you live, much less not as my slave? Money? I have no need for that, and if I ever did. I hear the banking clan is still out there, so their banks are ripe for the robbing. If it's not money, then what? People, I have no true need. Supplies? Again, stealing. So what is it you can offer me, little man?"

"Contacts, information, smugglers, more! We have many contacts in many places. Just please sir, let us live free!!" For his part, the man didn't stutter this time, though he was still very fearful of Zachariel. Laughing once more, Zachariel nodded slowly.
"Very well. You'll live free, but betray me, and you'll end up like these fools." He pointed at the wounded people below him, particularly the woman directly at his feet Lifting up an armored boot, he brought it down on her chest, shattering it completely. "This is your one and only warning. Stay here to the right of the door. Move and die. Stay and you'll live, but I'll take you to my ship later, so you can be assured of my abilities to track you down."

Sneering still, Zachariel let the other wounded people simply lay there, even as the 5 before him scrambled away. Turning around, Zachariel made his way towards the center of the room, before speaking to Ronin.
"I'll let you handle the rest of these rabble, organize them and whatnot. The 5 by the door and those in the corner are mine though, I lay claim to them here and now." Then he made his way back to the door, not caring who's body or corpse he stepped on. Once he was near the door, he turned around and looked out across the people, before crossing his arms across his chest, and simply waited.

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[Dyre Redwave]

Dyre nodded to the Ronin as he entered. "It really isnt too bad, just stings a bit when I walk... armor isnt perfect but it spares me the worst of it" he smiles, pushing himself to his feet. "I'm going to check the remaining rooms. Dont worry about security, security on Nar Shaddaa is a joke, all gangs and no security, the bouncers are all they will get here."


Dyre stood, rifle in hand, and checked the remaining rooms. Cases of liquor, a lockbox left ajar with almost half a million credits and several boxes of cigarras. He then went to the warehouse finding nothing but empty repulsorlift container cages. Dyre returned and motioned for Ronin to follow as he moved to the front of the establishment once more.


"You, my good mechanized man, have quite the appetite for violence" Dyre says with a smile. "Who knew that blood could be set on fire if you were really motivated" He laughed before taking a seat at a charred table.


"By the looks of it we are getting twelve slaves each, 175,000 credits more or less and a lifetime supply of cigarras. Enough Glitterstim for each or us to have a few dozen vials as well." Dyre removed his helm and spat on the floor. "The question now is who was smuggling the girls here. "Ask your new friends there" maybe they know some thing Dyre said with a laugh. "look like they are going to make a mess of themselves if they hold in their secrets any longer!" With that Dyre took a lit cigarra from a shattered ashtray and leaned back to smoke.

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It was then after hearing his response Ron just nodded as he was about the reply that from the background came a loud noise. Make him turn round for moment see just like the big hulking tinman crunch someone underfoot that made him shake his head at the sight rather than speak. To which once the trooper that started all these deal in the first place return and made a decent accounting of what the spoils detail along with more or less the split. That he then chimed in...

" Alright and seeing their already mine I'll be keeping those with me and any others that care to outside the human you came here for. And yes seeing our fine metal man here corner them lot, maybe be best we ask them the answers. To your elusive question of how and who been filling the body quota here for dealing?"

Zachariel Steelblood , Dyre Redwave

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

Zachariel waited, though he didn't have to wait long, because his associates finished their end rather quickly. However, the short wait near his prisoners/slaves had made them fearful. Simply standing so close to them was enough to paralyze them with fear. Breathing deeply of that fear, Zachariel chuckled before making his way towards his associates, completely disregarding the corpses that he crunched on his way over. Stopping near them, Zachariel took note of the now ruined interior, even as he was complimented by Dyre. Grinning a blood thirsty grin behind his helmet, Zachariel breath in deeply once more before speaking.
"Yes, bloodshed is so very good."

His bass rumble was filled with an unrivable bloodthirstiness, along with joy at the slaughter that had just occurred. Turning his gaze back to Dyre as he spoke about their profits. Shaking his head slowly, Zachariel observed those that he'd captured.
"No. I don't think that's how it'll work." Chuckling darkly once more, Zachariel didn't say anything for a few more moments, letting them take the comment as they would. Then he spoke once more. "Take the glitterstim however you want, I have no need for it. But my share of the money and those slaves over there," He motioned towards the 15-20 or so huddled in the corner where he'd ordered them, with the 5 business men not too far off. "They are all mine. My capture, my work, so my prize."

Now, this would no doubt be a problem for Dyre, as several of the slaves were humans in nature. Not that Zachariel particularly cared, he'd done the most work, so it was only fair that he get the lions share. Plus, he didn't care about Dyres morals about human slavery. He was in it for the slaughter, and now his prizes. Turning his gaze to the 5 business men next, Zachariel nodded slowly.
"I suppose those fools will be of some use in the short term too. They'll talk."

Moving away from Dyre and Ronin, Zachariel made his way towards the 5 business men. No doubt they'd all heard what had been said, the slaves included. As he approached them all, they cowered away, trying to hide, even though they knew that they'd survive, because he'd given his word. Not that it mattered much to Zachariel. Chuckling once more, he began to ask them questions, and they provided him all the answers he needed.

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