Return to Familiar Sands

[Kay-Larr]

~~~SRILUUR~~~​

Kay's ship The Free Lady exited hyperspace outside of Sriluur. It had been a couple of decades since she was at the old Hutt Cartel Capital planet. Back then most of her time there was spent being a thorn in [member="Sempra the Hutt"] 's side. She had undergone various campaigns to try to free as many slaves as she could. Her salary as a Senator for the Galactic Republic had allowed her the funds to carry out her missions.

Of course she wasn't stupid. Kay knew that she could never end slavery in the entire Galaxy. Slavery would always be there in one form or another. However, for the people that were rescued, slavery would end for them. And that was what was important.

Kay had never been a slave, herself. At most she had only been a captive or a hostage. Yet freedom was always important to her. Living under oppression wasn't something that she was good at.

With the current state of things on Commenor, Kay had time to be more than just a Queen of a trade planet. She could go back to her roots. It was a discussion with [member="Tobias Dracks"] that rekindled that fire within her to restart her missions. And there were plenty of others out there to join her cause. Just as there were plenty to oppose it. Either way, she was up to the challenge.

Outside of the White Palace, which was still a focal point of activity despite the removal of Sempra, the large slave camps were still held. That was the location of this first mission. Kay had sent the co-ordinates and meeting time to some interested individuals. Whether their enemies would be able to pick up on them, she wasn't sure. Regardless, she didn't want to head down to the surface alone. So she waited for contact.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Lady Kay"]
Slavers

She hated them with a undying passion, just like the Sith. Her time as queen of zeltros had led her to tipping apart many trafficking rings, therefore when a request had been put out from her long time friend she heeded the call, eager to free some slaves and bring swift justice upon the slavers

For her verdict for any slaver was one sentence

Death

Her small ship left hyperspace, on board carried her most elite soldiers and personal guards, the God killers, specialized in taking out force users however she found them as useful for taking out non force users as well

Opening a line to lady kay she spoke

this is stardust skirea on station and heading towards the coordinates now

 

[William Kerkov Jr.]

Bill leaned back on a recliner and sipped at some alcholic swill the local slavers called a drink. His men were facilitating the transport of hundreds of slaves onto Akira's Star, Bill's vessel. Bill had been hired for a transport job, take part in moving slaves from this derelict poodoo hole to another one. Once the Hutt Cartel had fallen, and a lot of other big honchos, the slave market had suffered, and this camp was in the midst of closing down due to encroaching policing forces. Normally Bill didn't like serving as a glorified merchant captain, but the amount these slavers were willing to pay was enough to get Bill and his crew out of the Outer Rim and into Hutt Space.

Today was the first day on the job, prepare the movement of some few hundred slaves from Sriluur to a more well protected and better administrated slave camp somewhere else in Hutt space, a planet whose name he couldn't remember at that moment. This wouldn't be the only job with the slavers, and he wasn't the only motherkarker with a ship moving these poor sods, but it didn't matter to Bill. What mattered to Bill was how long the whole affair was. If he was in charge, he could've shuffled the slaves onto his ship within three quarters of a standard hour, but the slaver captains had so many checks, counts, and papers to push through before he could get every slave onto the ship that it was driving Bill mad. He didn't know there could be so much bureaucracy in such a scummy and vile practice. The crew of the Akira's Star had been moving slaves onto the ship for two hours now, and the best estimate for how soon he could get off this rock was more than two hours.

Bill spent most of his time in nice, cold, space. Even though he had spent some of his formative years on his native Ryloth, he never took to the warm and arid climate. Sriluur was all hot and arid climate. Had the slavers not been paying him so much, he would've left to go find some planet orbiting brothel or casino by now. He checked his small datapad clipped on his belt and groaned, only three minutes had passed since he last checked it. Today was going to be a long and boring day, Bill was sure of it.

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"]

 

[Kyyrk]

Voph sat back in the captain's chair of his new cruiser, the Aquila-class vessel he had commissioned for the Covenant. [member="Lady Kay"] was already near the mission zone, and he was on his way. He would have prefered to bring something with a little more oomph, but production was understandably slow on the larger vessels he'd commissioned. Hell, his flagship wasn't even finished. Or near finished. But, that didn't matter. The ship dropped out of hyperspace, within visual distance of a modified YT-1300. Lady Kay's vessel. He heard the familiar beeping of the tactical computer as more ships exited hyperspace. Two squadrons of his Octarch fighters, all escorting the five Archon vessels he'd brought. This was, of course, a rescue mission. So Voph had ordered the ships fly with no payload, allowing them to utilize the vessels as rudimentary transports.

But, back to the matter at hand. Voph began barking orders to his bridge crew and accompanying fighters. "All halt. Fighters, assume defensive formation, tactical get that ECM up and running." He stood, skirt falling about his legs as he moved away from the chair. He was, of course, clad head to toe in his battle armor, his Lightsaber hanging at his side, and his new toy mounted to his back. He folded his hands behind his back as he stared blankly out the viewport towards the small YT-1300. He sensed a new presence as well. Twi'lek. Female. "Mark that YT-1300 as friendly on our IFF and open a channel. Narrow beam, we want to stay quiet as long as we can."

Voph waited until the channel to the ship was opened. "Sorry we're late your highness. Our ECM is running at full efficiency, we ought to have a moment to get our bearings and assemble our forces. I've secured the use of five vessels we can use as transports. If the Gods are willing, all five will be full and unharmed by tonight."

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

[ darth lolcat theme ]​

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A Sith cruiser lingered in high planetary orbit over Sriluur.

The roar of Sith Imperial ion engines rolled like thunder, as the foreboding silhouette of one of their heavy transports descended like a shadow from out of the clouds toward the slave camp.

The Empire was continuing to expand. As fortuitous as the relationship was between the Sith Emperor and the Queen of Zygerria, the fact was that Zygerria alone was insufficient to supply the labor demands of the Sith Imperial war machine. Even apart from the efforts at securing the Empire, the listening station on the frontier needed additional labor. The slaves that the boy had brought there from Luria were doubtless in need of augmentation by now.

And Luria, as well, needed additional labor for reconstruction.

The Royal Academy at Bastion could use a surplus. The bio-tech students had gone through their annual quota inside a single week with what the Sith kitten had managed to bring back from Lothal.

As the Sith transport landed, the loading ramp descended down to the sands. Several stormtroopers disembarked, adopting sentry positions before a smaller figure appeared. The Cathar child was clothed in a Sith Imperial uniform. A short cape fluttered in the breeze, as the boy in short pants stepped off the transport. A crystal dagger was ceremonially displayed, near where a large lightsaber hung by his side.

"Tell the Hutts, we've come to bargain," the boy uttered, dismissing one of the stormtroopers to venture forth into the camp.

He had a laundry list that he was buying for.

Organ stock for [member="Taeli Raaf"]. Gladitorial entertainment for his Emperor, [member="Darth Carnifex"]. And, apparently a new cheese-maker for [member="Tabigarashu Madara"].

...should he pick up some slaves with AB-negative blood while he was here? The last time he went through the closest in the Sith Alchemy lab, there hadn't been a whole lot of that.

Also, did Meirm City have a Corellia Digital Store? He wouldn't mind picking up a new game for his HoloStation Switch if they had one...

[member="Voph"] | [member="Bill Kerkov"] | [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] | [member="Lady Kay"]​

 

[Domino]

Feet propped up on the command console of the Sangromancer, Domino took a deep sip of her tea. She'd never met the Queen of Commenor but she'd been heard the call when it was sent to the Silver Jedi and had volunteered to answer. As the countdown to normal space transition began to reach zero she placed her tea's saucer over the cup that normally sat on it to prevent any from sloshing out and once the elongated stars had returned to normal, she set both aside and sat up in favor of the ship's comm. "This is Domino, I'm ready to begin on your signal." Like the others she used a tight beam channel and the predetermined encryption. The sight of an Imperial cruiser around the planet was disheartening, but she was confident that they could deal with it or avoid it as the situation needed.

Message sent, she spared a glance for a row of status lights before standing and leaving the cockpit with a stretch. Immediately a droid moved in to take her place, the comm could reach her anywhere on the ship and she needed to finish her preparations. Her twin sabers were already in their sheaths at their 4 and 8 o'clock positions on her waist and she wore her customary Vornskr armor that left her arms bare save for the leather leviathan bracers that started just below her elbow and continued to form fingerless gloves over her hands. Soon to be strapped to her back was her pikesaber, and a well used stal-11 was holtered to her thigh to finish off her armament. Lastly she wore her usual diadem as most twi'leks traditionally did.

By the time she'd moved on to checking the speeder bikes kept in the hold she was wondering if she'd ever ruled this place. The name was familiar and it was supposed to have been a Cartell world, they'd taken over some of the old Black Sun territories hadn't they? Imitators always wanted a claim to legitimacy. Hmm, she'd have to ask someone if there was time.

@Voph @Stardust Australis Skirae [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Bill Kerkov"]

 

[Thraxis]

Allies:

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[member="Cait Sandusky"] | [member="Candez Stoon"]
White Palace Guard's
x1 Besadii Class Heavy Hutt Carrier x3 Keberos-Class Frigate | x6 Half Drive Fighters

Loadout:

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Chassis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: Jkiti Greatcoat
Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace
Tuck-A-Bag

How did he know it would come to this? The Cartel had died long ago, it's once great names fallen into the destitute despair of a long forgotten pit. He was there only true remnant, Sempra had vanished, The Jackals' now left between stars, dancing on glimmering beaches... And who else could he truly name? Ka-aver, a man who trudged the ranks of lowly grunt was the name that came to mind, it almost brought a tear to a forlorn creature that stood at attention, sitting and eyeing over the Slaver Camps. How he got the information... Well. Thraxis and Kay danced a never-ending dance, their fates would be intertwined until death, at which point he was sure the other might just die of boredom. But until that day when the other fell victim to the foul of another, he would impede her every move, and she would outplay his every roll.

In space, no one could hear the engines roar, but they could see the silver outlines, the sheen of silent tigers waiting in the distance, far off with ion whatit's and battle howdoesits. He didn't bring an army, not out of an inability to afford nor even out of ego. Kay and he always danced better without a thousand tiny cogs in the machine, a few cogs to keep the machine rolling, but a thousand just drew it out. And they all tended to side with Kay anyway.

So, at the edge of a Slaver camp, with guns twisted and twirled at his fingertips, half-hung on a chair that danced limp on three legs Thraxis waited for it all to come down, hoping his grapevines told the truth about Kay's little soiree of abduction. But that seemed to be put on hold, something... Off colour? Off fashion? Something off to be sure.

He saw it in the distance, descending like some great behemoth of metal clad and decked in blackened colours wings half outstretched as the engine roared, sand upturned, plants unfurled and dead riverbeds filled with tossed rubbish became cleansed by the rupture of air that came with its destructive potential. "Huh... Kay doesn't... Well travel in style I suppose." He muttered to no one in particular, his boots flared a haze of red, his body picked up with cared precision as he flew up a few inches, stepping on his chair as he made declarations and looked at those gathered in the Slaver Pits. "Soldier's of Fortune!" He declared to the gathered pit, half of it was made with unfeeling, unemotional and uncaring droids, another quarter made up of those who didn't care for any except the plight of coin and treasure. Then the other quarter where Merchants? Where were the slaves? In the pits, of course, can't let the sun go tanning their bodies. If a Slave is given the chance of freedom they would take it, even if it meant death beneath the burning brazier that was Sriluur's Sun.

"I, Thraxis, The Baron of the Graveyard, the Cartel's Greatest Torturer and..." His words were slowly cut off as he turned around, everyone gave confused looks as what emerged from sunswept dunes was far from a rebellious force. It was... Stormtroopers. His eyes narrowed behind the gleam of his Green Hud, the stormtrooper approaching and passing on the message. Thraxis was... Blank. Kay didn't use Ambush tactics, that and he doubted she was aware he was there. It had been an eternity he was sure since they last interacted though, she might have wisened up in the years. But he didn't take caution, for once it was ego that drove him as a wicked smile tore across his face. You old Devil... He thought to himself as he looked to the trooper. "There are no Hutt's. There is only freeman. And me, who happens rules the freemen." He replied as he looked the trooper up and down, eyeing out details of the thing. "So, to Bargain, you've got me, Thraxis of the Cartel." He continued, even if the trooper didn't take him, insisting on a Hutt Thraxis headed out from the Camp to the ship anyway, not like much was going to stop him.

As Thraxis passed rows of troopers, it all slowly ticked in his mind that... This wasn't Kay. His interest slowly fizzled as he was left face to face with a small Cathar. Small by Thraxis Standards was indeed Small considering he wasn't the tallest man himself. Thraxis was bedecked in Darkness as he approached, his bag dripped and drooled unease in the most literal sense of unease, the more metaphorical of dripping and drooling. What flowed around him was a great coat, in a similar style to a Sith and beneath that was a hunk of metal, the highest quality Phrik left weathered and beaten down by an eternity of war and bloodshed. "So then..." He quipped, his words were contorted in cruel jests by his voice modulator with no intention for sinister attitudes, simply a lazy defiance to fix it himself. "You wish to make deals with the Hutt's?" He looked back and forth, a hand brought up above his eyes as if to keep out an imaginary glare. "Well, I don't see any around here... And the ones that ruled the Palace have been gone for the better part of forever it seems." He tapped his foot in the sand, "So either you're really... Really late to an appointment." There was a great deal of emphasis placed on really, the same amount of weight one might use when trying to scale a Building with rocks, "Or, you haven't heard of the Cartel." He extended a hand, clad and still decked in Phirk, though metal wirings showed a Lightsaber pointed at him from his Gauntlet, left off of course, but there none-the-less, "In which case, congratulations, Thraxis head of the Cartel. What business are you looking to do?" His words still a static mess but the sense of interest was at least there.
[member="Micah"]

 

[Kos]

Certain was the fear in his father's chest, for when he realized the very moment of his child's loss. ​

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For all the things he would learn to burden in his heart and mind, to understand destruction and the perverse nature of man - no, flesh itself. ​

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Naked, yet blemished was the new waking world; raw and exposed, an angry wound festering like the madness that encroached upon the child's dreams and perception of reality. ​

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There was no escape from the clutches of fate. No reprieve from the forward momentum of time, and like clockwork, the years came in the form of prolonged suffering. ​

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And in the days of adolescence, there was blood and hazed ambition - falsehood parading around as the ultimate truth, but being nothing. A hapless orphan seeking some kind of love lost long ago in the embrace of a false deity, but receiving loneliness. ​

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There was no such thing. No messiah.​

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Only the self, the will, and the blade. ​

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Sriluur - Imprisoned

There he sat in humiliation and filth once more, his hunger woes tearing at the inside of his stomach. It had been days since he had last eaten. His body reeked of shame, and his bones ached. His eyes never once motioned away from the floor, staring into the dust - the only worth he could ever hope to own. A single tear grazed his cheek, and finally his eyelids shut tight.

A slave, once again. A waste of skin.

Kos was not strong enough to fight anymore. His willpower, his hope... gone.

Was this the world he had come to expect? What his imagination must have deluded him into believing, that the surface would be his endgame. In fact, the fantasy was much more a nightmare than the truth left behind. The people - they hated him as soon as they saw him, why? What prejudice did Kos deserve? After all that he went through, after climbing out of the thorns and weeds - that horrid sub-level of Coruscant, there was only an ugly world and horrid creatures to greet him.

Beaten again, stripped of freedom. Unconscious in a transport full of slaves off to somewhere unknown.

Back at square one with nothing. Because Kos was nothing.

And there he sat in humiliation, almost naked and curled into a fetal position. The cold stone slowly reciprocated with a kind of warmth from Kos' own body heat. The only thing he could feel that came close to a sensation of belonging - love, perhaps. A lonely child yearning for their mother to still be near. Yet all he had was himself.

The sounds of torture and further pleas for mercy resounded throughout the corridors nearby. Kos' breathing became heavy as he began to drift into a slumber, off to nothingness.

Because even his dreams lie to him, so why have any at all?

[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Domino"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Bill Kerkov"] | [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] | [member="Micah"]

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[Abigail Meredydd]

Abigail wore her standard light trooper armour, with her helmet on this time. Yes, she did seem to learn from... previous missions. To hide and protect her amour a bit, she wore a large sand-coloured cloak around her body and helmet, leaving just enough of an opening to see through her visor and the cloak.

Slavers. It was a business without an end, it seemed. No matter how many organisations she exposed, crippled or just outright destroyed, there was always another one. In fact, there were always about a million others ones. That was one of the reasons Abigail stopped thinking about slavery as a whole, and more about every slaver operation on its own. After all, every operation ended meant there were people freed and saved. And in the end that was why she was here.

This wasn't her own idea though, no, she didn't have the contacts to known about operations this far away. Which meant she wouldn't be working alone. Not that she had a problem with that, not at all, it would likely make this a lot easier. Hopefully anyway.

Abigail had landed down further away from their meeting point, so that she could take a good look at the place before she walked into some kind of cleverly constructed trap. After all it was better to be safe than sorry. That and she didn't even understand why the others were presumably all this on their ships. Why not just land a bit further away, uh... 'borrow' some kind of speeder and then use that to reach their destination?

Ah well, her allies probably had better ships and tactics than a lone and young soldier. Speaking about allies, Abigail had heard this was all Lady Kay's undertaking. Would she be here? It would be interesting to see, as she had heard much about the woman, and was interested in seeing what was true and what wasn't. Now all she had to do was wait things out, and maybe she could scout ahead a bit.

[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Domino"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Bill Kerkov"] | [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] | [member="Micah"] | [member="Thraxis"] | @Kos

 

[Warmaster Nyâsh]

He was sniffling. This place was so ... clean. Unusual in his opinion, very unusual for a world which sells slaves. He was used to his home worlds and their slave camps. Camps? Well, the word was equally ironical as it was an understatement. He chuckled. The slave at his side looked at him upon hearing this and was shivering. He was not known to be a patient or merciful master.

The group of people surrounding the High Ordinal Ressak was making this place already more bad. Worse? He didn´t catch the elements of this language called basic, hence why he kept, like most other officials, himself a slave which could speak it.
Ressak was a man of considerable mass, fat by all measures, barely able to walk and actually never doing it. Some sort of machine with legs was transporting him everywhere, carrying his immense size like it was nothing and especially not caring. The High Ordinal was wrapped in meters of 'fine clothing', shades of green and grey. The male chiss was a shining star between the rest of the group in this clean clothing. Yet the star was carrying the smell of old sweat and sweet spices everywhere he was going, usually giving people reason to vomit right after meeting him.

His group consisted of four Band-chosen, they were clad in the typical red and brown uniforms, each on their own being an abominable smell of decay and rotten blood, but their weapons showed that they were not here to simply look evil and smell bad. Their blasters and slugthrowers in their hands, cruel looking melee weapons at their belts or on their backs. The sixth person was the slave, a nothing, barely skin and bones, cruel chains with spikes torturing his body, ever-bleeding. He was the translator. And then there was the seventh individual, a tall but skinny one, clad in a bodysuit which covered it entirely. One could not assume the gender of this being. Two long copper daggers were attached to its thighs.

The orders are clear, the Anarch wishes to expand the trade, acquiring more wealth across the galaxy. Hence why the High Ordinal had to do this long journey into totally unknown territory, never have Sanguine officials be so far away from the home than today. Nobody knew them, but everybody was avoiding the group. It looked like trouble - trouble one does not want to get into.
Slaves are one of the few things the Sanguinity holds in abundance and apparently it is not uncommon in this part of this galaxy either to sell them.

Ressak was curious how these people here are.

[member="Abigail Meredydd"] | [member="Kos "]| [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Domino"] | [member="Micah"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Bill Kerkov"] | [member="Lady Kay"]​

 

[William Kerkov Jr.]

Bill spat out his drink as he watched the Imperial transport fly a little too close to his own ship. Then the stormtrooper procession out of the little dingy of a starship interrupting his loading lines? Now that just infuriated him. Bill threw away his glass, unholstered his BH-23 Outback Blaster Pistol, and stomped over to see who just decided to piss him off that day.
"What in the four hells are you choker wearing, sexual mores conforming, triangle loving, bucket helmets doing?!" He yelled, "You just nearly skimmed the paint off my vessel!" He pointed to his own decrepit converted freighter, the Akira's Star.

Bill stood in front of one of the stormtrooper officers and began pressing his finger on his armor, "What red blade swinging maniac is leading you fellas, eh?" Before the stormtrooper could react, Bill caught sight of their leader, [member="Micah"], and broke out laughing.

Having thoroughly pissed off the stormtrooper, Bill left him to stand near Micah and [member="Thraxis"], rudely interrupting their conversation, "So little guy, with whose holy authority do you presume to be so reckless as to nearly damage my ship?" Again, gesturing to the rusting hull that was the Akira's Star.

[member="The Anarch"] [member="Abigail Meredydd"] @Kos @Domino @Voph @Stardust Australis Skirae [member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay watched the sensors as more ships arrived. Her pilot scanned them to be sure that they weren't hostiles. Their ID tags and incoming messages confirmed that all was well. Thankfully. It was hard to tell just who may have caught her original callout for help on this venture.

She turned on her comms, using a similar technique that the othersused, in hopes that their communications wouldn't be intercepted. ~You've all arrived right on time. I'm sending you the schematics for the slave camp. It's quite big, and should be filled with thousands of people. I don't think that there'd be room for any ships to land inside of it's walls. Could someone do a flyby?
We'll need to see how many gun turrets are active. They are stationed at every tower. Those will have to be taken out before we go in from the ground.~ She sent off the file to each of them, [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] , [member="Voph"] and [member="Domino"] .

Were any of the old Cartel there? How about the Jackals? Right away she thought back on [member="Thraxis"] and her constant back and forth battles with him. Was he still living in the White Palace? Or did he take up full time residence on The Graveyard? It was hard for her to say, given the length of that that had passed since she last saw him.

~I'll be heading down there shortly, landing a couple of kilometres out on the west side.
Thank you for coming.~ She ended her transmission and turned to her pilot. "Take us down. I'm sure that some will follow.
Keep our shields up as we don't know just who is there. There's bound to be plenty of hostiles." After a nod of confirmation, Kay headed over to her quarters to get herself ready. She had a suit of light armour that [member="Veiere Arenais"] had made for her. The personal cloaking device and protection that the suit gave her from kinetic energy was much needed in a mission such as this. Hopefully there were no Sith in the area. But in case there were, she was packing her lightsaber that was found in the Senate Hall ruins, as well as a blaster and her holdout pistol.

As Kay was getting suited up, the pilot took the Free Lady down. Other ships were spotted nearby, so he swung away out of sight of them. Best to be cautious for now.

[member="Micah"] [member="Abigail Meredydd"] [member="Bill Kerkov"] [member="The Anarch"] [member="Kos "]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Bill Kerkov"] [member="The Anarch"] [member="Abigail Meredydd"] [member="Kos "][member="Thraxis"] [member="Domino"] [member="Micah"] [member="Voph"]

Stardust pulled up the schematics then put it on a holoprojector for her squad as she rubbed her chin, gun turrets...pesky things. Her squad looked towards each other as they new stardust had a crazy idea

I got the fly by, should be a blast....hopefully not literally but let's see if they can aim worth a feth

maam are you sure about this? We are pretty much getting asked to be shot at

what? You afraid of mere mortals eh? Your a God killer kid! Keep the complaints to the important ones if we get shot down get ready for a fight

Stardust told the pilot what to do, the pilot banked downwards ans started a fly by hoping to tease the guns into firing at them maybe the crews were sleeping

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

[ darth lolcat theme ]​

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No Hutts?

"Well, that should eliminate the middle man," the kitten mused, more to himself than to the man that was standing there. What was his name? Thraxis?

"Hopefully not all free men, or else this won't be a very lucrative venture for either of us," the boy quipped, at last turning his full attention up at this rather candid individual. Making a few updates to his shopping list, to annotate a couple of specific species and blood types, the boy spun the datapad in his hand around and extended it out toward this... Thraxis. "I'm looking to procure about forty slaves, if you..."

A Twi'lek came barging in. A rather surly one at that. The boy trailed off as he was interrupted, then patiently held up one finger to indicate that this... whoever he was, would wait.

"As I was saying, I'm looking to procure several dozen slaves, if your merchandise meets our requirements," the youngling supplied, as he allowed time for Thraxis to review the listing. The majority were intended for menial labor at the Sith listening station, though the gladiatorial replacements would need to be at least a dozen if they were going to host another Ultimate Combat tournament.

Blood sports did have a problem of retiring a majority of its athletes early.

At last turning toward the insolent spacer, the Cathar's ears flattened back slightly in a sign of irritation. "I was informed that legitimate sources of authority held no influence here... only money," the boy remarked in a matter-of-fact tone. His tail flicked behind him. "Was this perhaps, inaccurate?"

The question being rhetorical. Much as the boy imagined the Twi'lek's asinine inquiry. Whose holy authority? The only authority. The Emperor who represented the will and power of the Immortal Gods of the Sith. But that should have been made more than clear by the conveyance and entourage around the boy. An entourage with which the man had already acquainted himself with.

The boy could feel the smoldering animosity in the air. Sense several of the stormtroopers tensing as they held their weapons. The tension was...

...not all.

He sensed something else, as well. Curious, the boy thought, as his ears perked back up. "In any event, I am sure that the Empire will compensate you for whatever imagined slight you may have incurred," the boy offered, a conciliatory if dismissive claim. "Unless you also have slaves. In which case, perhaps you would also be interested in the business we are conducting here."

No harm in testing for market competition. That might bring the prices down a bit.

Micah was slaving on a budget, after all.

[member="Bill Kerkov"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Kos "]​

[member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="The Anarch"] | [member="Abigail Meredydd"] | [member="Domino"]​

 

[Domino]

Seven kilometers of camp area, made it a pretty large camp, not a huge one in Domino's estimation, but respectably sized. "Lets see, square root of seven is two point six five-ish... Multiply that by four for a neat square," the camp wasn't but Domino would rather over estimate to account for interior walls or surprises, "And you get a little over ten and a half kilometers of wall, with a tower every five hundred we're looking at twenty plus guns." She mused out the math to herself as she glanced at the statistics of the camp on her com pad. Frowning she zoomed in on one of the towers, if they were all like this... "Helm, take us in on the Free Lady's six, keep her between us and the camp."

Toggling the ship's communications from the hold, Domino began to open her side of the line again before stopping herself. She'd be broadcasting straight at the camp if she tried talking to Lady Kay again if there was any bleed around the light freighter. Instead she secured the console and made her way to the hatch as the ship's shields sliced through the atmosphere on reentry. They were committed and only a few moments from contact, nothing she said to their leader now would do anything other than distract her at a critical juncture. Instead she issued orders to the ship and its crew, "After I disembark ascend to an altitude of twenty kilometers, then begin circling the operational area. Continue to monitor my position and standby for fire missions." Now at the docking hatch, Domino pulled a leather cord from where it'd been stashed under her armor and used it to tie back her lekku out of the way. Pre-fight rituals complete, she closed her eyes and waited for the moment it would all begin.

@Micah @Stardust Australis Skirae [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Bill Kerkov"] [member="The Anarch"] [member="Abigail Meredydd"] @Kos @Thraxis @Voph

 

[Thraxis]

Player Character Tag's:

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Allies:

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[member="Bill Kerkov"]
White Palace Guard's
x1 Besadii Class Heavy Hutt Carrier x3 Keberos-Class Frigate | x6 Half Drive Fighters

Enemies:

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[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Domino"] | [member="Stardust Australis [/FONT][FONT='courier new']Skirae[/FONT][FONT='courier new']"] | [member="Abigail Meredydd"] | [member="Voph"]

Neutral:

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[member="Micah"] | [member="The [/FONT][FONT='courier new']Anarch[/FONT][FONT='courier new']"] | @Kos

Loadout:

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Chassis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: Jkiti Greatcoat
Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace
Tuck-A-Bag

Thraxis brow cocked at the child. His doubts had been quashed, it was no man in a child's body, it was not a racial feature of the Cathar. This person before him was a child. That, or they didn't pick up on the coy implications of what ruled freemen were. "Of course not..." He paused, rolling his hand as if to let the child in question fill in his name. Though that was brought rather quickly to hold as he was quickly interrupted by a rather riled Twi'lek. He recognized him only as one of the many on the list of hired guards. Well paid too though clearly not for his couth behaviour.

Thraxis drew himself a step away, adjacent to the child to remain at the same distance towards the prospective bipedal feline. "Oh, aren't you just a charmer." Thraxis responded it was meant to be a stab of jest, to disarm and remove the tension this Twin Tailed comet of anger seemed to bring to his otherwise mediocre trade deal that picked up as quickly as it had been interrupted as Thraxis was passed a review of what was needed. He pulled himself back a step or two to allow the dealership between the Dog of War and the Cat of apparent wealth. A Real cat and dogfight right there... He mused to himself imaging it to be clever.

Though, as he let their business defuse, he ran a finger up and down the data pad, large swings of a finger as his words spoken were hushed beneath mechanic cawings of his modulator. "Hmm... Simple Labour shouldn't be hard... Been running them through daily exercise... That and the food..." The slaves in question were treated more like cattle than a person. Fed specialized meals to put on muscle fast, standard exercise drills, hell they got medical coverage too just for the kicks. "Hmm... Gladiators might be different... Sure we've got..." He took an exacerbated pause as he slapped his hands together, the datapad pushed between the arm and put with a metallic draw as it was at the very least cracked by the very nature of his armour.

"There is Authority."​

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"It is mine."​

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His words drew out in pitch, his modulator snapped from reality as his true voice spoke in a cradled boom. It was like lovers for the first time seeing each other, passionate, intense and redhot. Though in this case, the lovers in question weren't people expressing their love for each other. It was more akin to Shale meeting Granite and the Passionate and intensity was because they had met each other on the Tectonic level, realized they didn't like each other and started to create an earthquake. The Redhot being the forming magma that spilled out.

He let the words sizzle and pop int he world around him, making sure they understood the gravitas of which he spoke before he pulled himself back to the deal at hand, "But as for your slaves, we have them. Plenty." He looked between the duo as slowly in snaps of electricity that formed in the confines of his mask his voice twisted and became chortled at its whims as if flippantly disregarding how he spoke just a moment ago. "Though this... AB Deal? No idea, we don't test for Blood Type. That uh..." He paused as he spoke, the definite clap of tongue breaking from the roof of his mouth as he showed a clear need to at least investigate blood types. Especially if a big money bidder like this was worried about it. "Yeah, no idea. But we've got them. Now, if you wish to do business." He turned on the axis of his foot, sand upturned and dislodged as he almost lost balance, but a careful click of fire from his boot helped regain that as he wandered over the dunes to the Slave Camp.

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Sriluur Camp​

Of course, back at the Slaver Camp. A Single Gammorean walked along the Slave's Cage. There weren't many of them, most slaves were put into tents and camps, but more... Special Product and to have a closer eye kept on. Though they were spacey things, could fit up to ten people with relative comfort, though when they decided to fit twenty in, it was clearly a different story. The Slave's didn't like it, but Thraxis had an eye for... Special Slaves. Adjacent from three Cages sat a single lone prisoner, a victim of Circumstance. Void Stone Layered around his commune, as the Gammorean tossed into his cage just the barest to survive. The Gammorean almost felt sad for the thing. They had identified it as a Forcie. Which, since they had a penchant for escape, meant they were treated far worse. They didn't get the exercise, they got the barest of food and lived in solitary. Better that way so none make their break for it and inspire rebellion.

The Gammorean in question was a heavy centred, heavily armed, and heavy-eyed thing. It almost defined it as fat if one could tell where that laid in a Gammorean. An Anorexic one was easy, they struggled to carry a Battleaxe, but a fat one just moved a little slower. And with a heavy and slowed movement the Gammorean looked to the Captive, it's words broken in any tongue, even Gammorese as it spoke. "Look at bi' ol' Forcie. Caged up like some common bat'." The thing spoke in a vicious tone, in its hand it held a lightsaber, tied to his wrist with a thread of thick rope to make up for its massive weight. The Gammorean in question wasn't even sure if it was the new Slave's, but he swung it around as if it was some taunting bat, his daftness showing itself in great sways. "Ya know. Your lot put me fam' drouh lotta trouble yous have. Killed a bunchee of us too'." His words seemed guillotined with how he spoke as he drew closer, his massive teeth pressed against the bars. "Bet you fink you won't get hurt. Big Ol' Thraxis won't lemme hurt specia' prop's. He tried to draw closer, the bars proving ineffective as he spoke. "But Fraxis ain't 'ere all da time. And when 'e goes. Imma getcha good." He pulled back as he spoke his final words, a meek determination in his voice. "And wez all just gon' pretend the food did ya in we is." The Gammorean pulled a few steps back, staring down the forlorn Forcie with malevolent eyes.

 

[Kyyrk]

Voph gestured to the ship's commanding officer as he turned to hurry towards the small shuttlecraft docked with the back of the frigate. He pulled his helmet on as he walked, and syncronized his datapad with the tactical display on the small Aquila-class. "Keep the frigate here, stay out of sight, Keep the ECM field up. Don't breach atmosphere unless I call you. Tell the Archons to maintain position, I'll summon them when I need them."

The officer saluted, and hurried back to the bridge. Voph turned to the pilot waiting by the shuttlecraft's docking tube. "Begin the launch sequence." Voph tapped a button on his wrist as the pilot clambered through the tube, and broadcast to [member="Lady Kay"] "Once we're on the ground, We'll be able to assess the exact nature of the towers. If it's something we can deal with on the ground, that would be preferable. If not... We'd lose the element of surprise a bit, but I'm not opposed to ordering a strafing run. Either way, your operation, your call."

Voph climbed into the shuttlecraft, and locked the docking tube behind him. The craft disconnected, and Voph was soon hurtling through space towards the planet's surface. "Sir, the Twi'lek's ship is on an intercept course with the turrets." Voph nodded. "Here's hoping she keeps a low enough profile that we don't set off every alarm on the planet." He punched something onto his datapad, which displayed on the pilot's navigation screen. "Estimate the Free Lady will touch down here. Put me down as close as you can, don't touch down. Get back to the Aquila and wait for my signal to start the party. Anyone gets your number, you know what to do."

@Thraxis @Domino @Micah @Stardust Australis Skirae [member="The Anarch"] [member="Abigail Meredydd"] @Kos

 

[William Kerkov Jr.]

Bill chuckled. [member="Thraxis"] knew how to say the right thing at the right time. However, Bill wasn't done with the feline youngster. His know-it-all attitude burned Bill's berings, he didn't like taking lip from a kid. After [member="Micah"] made his little offer, Bill smiled his signature wide, toothy, smile, revealing his white human teeth, one feature of his hybrid species,

"You must be green, no one comes to a slave capture & conditioning like this to sell slaves, I've been paid by this fine gentleman," Bill gestured to Thraxis, "To make sure some slaves get from point A to point B." Bill unsheathed a cigarra from within his coat jacket and waved it about, "Besides, boy, even if I was selling, I don't do business with half pints not old enough to smoke one of these."

Bill placed the cigarra in his mouth. Taking his still-unholstered weapon, he placed the barrel underneath the tip of the cigarra, squeezed the trigger, took a drag of his now lit cigarra, twirled the blaster on its trigger guard, and holstered the DH-23 back on his side. "Now if you'll excuse me your highness, I have actual work to do. Just remember, get near my ship again, and you may need to use that glowstick hanging on your belt." Bill turned and left, tipping an imaginary hat toward Thraxis' way.

[member="Voph"] [member="Domino"] [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] [member="The Anarch"] [member="Abigail Meredydd"] [member="Kos "][member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Koda Fett]

Another day, and another dollar more. It was certainly a profitable trade, that of bounty hunting but it weren't without it's own particular inelegance that was difficult to discover elsewhere. It seemed to breed a specific character that had yet been moulded by their past, capable of being shaped by the future that they should endure; ever harsh and unforgiving, just as they would soon become. Koda Fett had understood these things more than most may ever attempt to uncover as he resided as arguably the most cruel and soulless participant of an often under-appreciated career, but there had never been any doubt as to his title and fame, residing as the galaxy's greatest. He too had known this, as well. It was impossible not to.

The Mandalorian who so often shielded himself behind an enigmatic and wordless screen of silence could often be found among the Sith Imperials that bound him to a firm but fair contract, and now the Separatists had done the same, but there was nothing quite as nostalgic as returning to one's roots among the dreaded Hutt Cartels. He loathed the worm-like creatures that slithered around so grotesquely, blurting out their horrendous noises, devouring their much needed meals. But, they always seemed to have more credits than one could ever turn away. And, as Fett further ascended the scum and villainy, arriving at the glorious ivory towers of the Sith, they desired his services ever more. Fearsome, no doubt.

Now, he moved by Thraxis-- a man he had known so briefly --, the Pirate Kerkov, and Micah. The Cathar had been familiar, but only to the eyes. The Sith might have ran themselves into more trouble than they could have originally bargained for, and if the bounty hunter had been currently in the employ of the Sith he might have felt obligated to aid the Acolyte. Yet, it weren't the case as he momentarily shifted his T-Visor to face the boy as his Carbine pressed it's barrel against a Devaronian's back, marching him forwards and elsewhere within the Sriluur Camp.

[member="Bill Kerkov"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Micah"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Domino"] | [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] | [member="The Anarch"] | [member="Abigail Meredydd"] | [member="Kos "]| [member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Once Kay was suited up, she made her way back to the cockpit. It was going to be hot on the surface, something that she wasn't looking forward to. Besides slavery being a boon on the economy, the heat was another thing that she hated. It reminded her of plenty of dark times in her life that she'd rather not be reminded of. But at least the mission at hand would be a good distraction.

The pilot set The Free Lady down right where Kay had indicated earlier. He let her be aware of [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] performing the flyby, as well as [member="Domino"] and [member="Voph"] 's ships keeping close by. "Stay on the ground, Captain. Our shields should hold enough. And be prepared to have some guests on board." She caught the message from Voph and sent him a reply. ~It's been a while since I've been here, but let's go see how much we can handle without reinforcements. I'd like as little collateral damage as possible.
See you on the ground.~

With the ramp lowered, Kay soon disembarked, taking a moment to let her eyes adjust to the glaring sunlight. She slipped a Mandalorian helmet on that her daughter [member="Loreena Arenais"] had let her borrow. That'll help her out at least. She'd get readouts and would be able to communicate without shouting. She just had to get used to it and try not to feel claustrophobic.

Regardless, it felt good to be working to free people again. Soon she'd be able to find out just who was in control here. For all that she knew, it could be one of the slaves. Hopefully they wouldn't be too scared to leave Sriluur.

[member="Abigail Meredydd"] [member="Kos "][member="Bill Kerkov"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="The Anarch"] [member="Koda Fett"]