Return to Familiar Sands

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Something was off, none of the guns started firing at her and she had made quite the daring pass by, rubbing her chin she sat back frowning to herself.

either their playing stupid or really those guns are just for show...but a camp that big youd have to be stupid not to have working guns...open a line to lady kay

Stardust stood straight as the holoprojector came on, hand behind her back

kay its stardust, fly by of the guns was fruitless I cant tell if their even on or if they even work at all, I'm going to do another fly by and see if they lock on stardust out

With that the projector shut off as stardust instructed the pilot to do another this time however getting a little closer maybe they were outside of the guns range

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Bill Kerkov"] [member="Voph"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Domino"] [member="Micah"]

 

[Warmaster Nyâsh]

Ressak had talked to some of the slavers, people who appear and behave noble, civilised and apparently look down on one like him. One could read the disgust in their eyes, the fear. And the greed. Mustering and closely looking at several slaves offered, the High Ordinal wasn´t impressed but yet surprised. They treat their slaves well, give them food, shelter and sometimes even medical care to put them on par with a certain standard. What a waste. One does not care for an endless resource, thats waste of means and time.

The Sanguinity´s official continued his walk through the slave camp. He had seen and traded many species already, one could say, he is a man of knowledge about the diversity which exists in the galaxy. Somehow he never saw a Cathar before. So when he spotted [member="Micah"] he became very interested. Was this a mutation? A breeded abomination? He was fascinated and stared at this fured being for a while. Apparently that one had more people catching its attention. Two men were talking to it. Ressak was looking at them when one of them fired a shot. Without much more hesitation he decided to approach the group. The soldiers behind him were ever watchful. [member="Thraxis"] [member="Bill Kerkov"]

The High Ordinal came closer, though his smell announces him before one could even see him. Showing not the slightest respect for any of these lesser scum, he even skipped the greeting upon his arrival and directly adressed, with a pointing finger, the cat-man.
The sanguine tongue was a cruel tool. It was not very pleasant to hear for those who don´t know it and don´t speak it, the harsh and offensive language was not spoken in this part of the Galaxy, so his miserable slave translated every word.

"What are you?"

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

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

[ darth lolcat theme ]​

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Green?

The young Cathar's ears twitched at the statement. He must be... what? "No, I'm orange," the tabby-colored felinoid stated. Very matter-of-fact. Was this Twi'lek perhaps color blind? Or was he making a joke?

In any event, the man seemed quite enamored with his own ego, and the apparent value of his ship. Which much not have been very sturdy, if the act of flying near it was cause for such alarm.

Be that as it may, he seemed to be taking his leave. So the boy was left right back where he started, with [member="Thraxis"] declaring himself the authority.

To be fair, Micah hadn't suggested there was a lack of authority on the planet. Merely a lack of legitimate authority. That this Thraxis somehow seemed to believe that vocal volume and repetition were means by which his authority was made clear was, if anything, a reinforcement of the kitten's statement.

"No blood screenings..." the boy mused, returning to their business at hand.

Unfortunate. He supposed he could just grab the lot and then run them through medical screenings to see if anything of interest sprang up. "Very well," the boy uttered finally.

The child's nose wiggled. He smelled...

...the Sithspawn lab back at the Sith Academy?

No, wait. Rotten blood, and something... was that... cinnamon?

Turning his head, the kitten's ears flattened back against his head, which craned back to look up at the stranger approached. The man spoke a language that the boy had never heard before, yet the child responded even before the slave had finished translating.

"How do you mean?" the boy inquired, now curious. "Species? Occupation? Religion?"

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

 

[Kyyrk]

Voph's shuttle came hurtling down towards the planet's surface, pulling up just shy of the Lady Luck's landing place, depositing Voph rather unceremoniously onto the ground beneath it. Voph stood from his kneeling position and turned to follow [member="Lady Kay"] raising his right arm over his head and rolling it around in a single circle to indicate to the pilot to take off and return to the frigate. Voph's hand dropped to his side, and plucked his lightsaber off his waist. Ready for the first sign of trouble, should it arise. "You look ready, your highness." He was grinning under his helmet, though it would be invisible to Kay. "Just be careful who sees you in a helmet like that."

He turned to look towards the camp. "I sense minimal defenses. Few ships here and there, however. I'd wager the most resistance we'll face will be the buyers themselves, and whatever private security they offer."

 

[Kay-Larr]

The voice of [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] came through her helm. It startled her as she wasn't expecting it. Not to mention the volume level was too high. Was her daughter deaf or something? Geesh. She squinted her eyes a little, going through the various menus to lower the volume.
~Copy that, Stardust.
Let us know if anything changes.~

Her attention turned to [member="Voph"] as he joined her side. She smirked as he warned her about her helmet. "I'm more worried about if they see me without the helmet." Kay had plenty of enemies, especially here.

She nodded with Voph's assessment of the camp. "That's my guess too. But there's only one way to truly find out. Come on." Kay started forward towards the camp, her boots leaving imprints in the sand.

Most people would attack at night when it was cooler and darker. But that's what most would expect. So for this mission, Kay decided to do the unexpected. The slave camp itself was easy to spot in the distance as it was the lone structure out there, not to mention a huge one. As she walked in silence, a sudden thought came to mind. Were there sensors in the area that would pick up their movements? It was hard to say as they could easily be buried in the sand. She unholstered her blaster and switched the safety off, just in case. "At least we're not walking into a trap." The helmet had a funny way of making her voice sound mechanical and tinny.

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

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Another fly by and nothing, stardust was greatly worried and shook her head, the younger newer god killer spoke

maybe their playing stupid maam? Could be because they want to lure use in

She turned towards him and shook her head as she sighed

it could be but that means they'd be expecting us...lock anand load boys we are dropping in with the other teams

Stardust picked her helmet up and placed it on just like those next to her t visor shining as she took a breath and hit the door open button, she watched as the ship soared over the sand and slow down just enough for stardust and her squad of three to jump off and into the sand about maybe 6 yards away from the other teams as they started walking to rejoin

 

[Domino]

The Sangromancer came in still hiding in the sensor shadow of Kay's ship until it was a bare dozen meters from the ground when he repulsors flared. In that same moment when the ship's downward velocity had almost been nullified and before it began gaining altitude again, Domino dropped from the docking hatch to land softly. "Towers are too small for most anti-ship guns," She said hearing the conversation as she joined up. She walked about two meters to the side of the others in case of an attack and did her best to ignore the dust and oppressive heat.

This was the boring part to her, Domino would have preferred to just drop a cruiser over the camp and ask who's in charge before blasting any resistance with turbo fire. Instead they were walking. Rolling her shoulders to stretch them, she fought back a yawn and started to focus her mind inward. The man with the advanced mechanical looking armor could sense outward for threats, Domino instead drew in her Force presence while centering her mind's eye. She knew there would be combat, the Sith cruiser circling the planet spoke to that.

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

 

[Thraxis]

Player Character Tag's:

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Allies:

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[member="Bill Kerkov"] [member="Koda Fett"]
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

By now they had returned to Camp, Thraxis gaze watching as ships flew past in grand spectacle, his green visors drawing along them in great sweeps as his comm unit flared with radio chatter between those actually on the ship. "Keep gunfire to a minimum. Wait for them to make the first blow." His words definitive in their speech as he had to direct each and every command. Besides, it didn't look too good if every ship that flew by a Camp was shot down and destroyed. Deters potential buyers.

Slavers caught a glimpse of a duo approaching, dressed in armour which they relayed to Thraxis. It was odd, to say the least, the sands were a harsh group that left feet drenched in a foot of it whenever they seemed to take a footprint, and ordering a Speeder wasn't the most difficult job. But, Thraxis in his infinite wisdom decided on letting them in. Simply poor buyer's didn't mean they weren't good for anything. He just had to find the right deal to strike.

Of course, a new advent arrived, a group departed from the ship and descended around the camp, a decent distance away, but enough for Thraxis to start putting pieces together. "Belay the last. Close the gates." He spoke clearly, taking a few steps from Micah and The Anarch as he figured how to approach the situation. "Start putting the Slaves in camp. Full Closure of camp. All the Merchants are to be taken to the Residential area. Take special Slaves and use them as Auctioning tools." He continued, his voice still hoarse and twisted by his Modulator's machinations.

Slowly things started to play out, soldiers started to align and get their tools, his coms rampaging siren of worry and orders being shouted as he turned on a heel to Micah and The Anarch. "I'm sorry to have to cut our meeting short." He stated to the duo, he barely got the chance to engage with the Anarch, but so far it was a poor presentation. Little respect to the dealer quickly washed away deals in his books, but considering the language the gargant talked, he wasn't sure if Respect or Custom was even in it's alien vernacular. "But I do need to go deal with some... Important business. Please," He motioned a hand to two guards that were marching and preparing for a Skirmish. "These two will escort you to the Auction. A..." He paused, looking to them as he made his words very clear. "Special. Slave is up for Auction." He sounded it out, at first, the man gave a half-drunken expression before his friend bumped him in the shoulder, the duo nodding as they escorted The Anarch and Micah to a rather humdrum auction house. It was shaded at least, the chairs a tad too small for the Anarch and around thirty different merchants gathered.

"Koda Fett, I'm calling you in. We have an approach heading our way. Engage with the fullest idea that every one of them is a Forcie. If you bring me their heads, Ten Thousand a Pop." He stated, at least giving incentive as Thraxis made his approach to a Rampart to spy out the scenario and figure out if this was one of Kay's approaches.

In the meantime, drapped in cuffs and chains, Soldiers with Batons tipped and laced with Voidstone presented the First Slave at the Auction. It was Kos and that cruel Gammorean looked splattered with displeasure as he stuck the Baton at his back. A small Devornian with horns dipped in gold, clothing that spoke of a lifetime of Garish Fashion Atrocities and a voice that tried to run like honey but spiked with fresh Snake Venom. "Welcome, Illustrious guests to the Auction of the month!" He declared, a grand tip of his body as he looked around at a rather unimpressed crowd. "We have here tonight, a most special Occasion. Thraxis and his crew of misfits have managed to procure..." He paused, letting suspense build and pop int he crowd, like some pimple that had been left to long, "A Force user! A rare treat indeed!" The man turned on a heel to showcase the spectacle that was... Malnourished. The Merchants looked with polite applause, "Now, as this is a Force User, we all know the rules. Money is good, powerful items are better." The imp chuckled running his finger along the people gathered as he came up with some random price, "Let us start the bidding, at Twenty Thousand Credits!" He declared as a hand instantly went up, taking the bid and starting the show off with a bang.

 

[Koda Fett]

He might've begun to sweat if not for the interior components of the famed Mandalorian Armour; technological advanced and far superior to most sets that you can buy, even out on the black-market where everything was highly expensive and equally as illegal. Hell, Fett had made considerable upgrades that further reinforced the notion he was nothing more than a one-man army, or even a soulless droid that acted on nothing more than bloodthirsty programming. They'd never know, even as his booted feed shifted through the sand that attempted to consume them after each step, but proving more fruitful than the tired, beaten, battered, and starved Devaronian that seemed so willing to succumb to their wounds, but that particular species happened to be rather durable. He'd survive, or the Bounty Hunter wasn't going to reach his payday. And that, well... That wouldn't do.

The T-Visor had subtly begun to relocate it's gaze as that Zeltron beckoned for Fett, gesturing an offer or enforcing a demand. The Bounty Hunter had snatched at the Devaronian ahead him, gripping through the ragged clothing it wore over it's torso and blandly yanking downwards in a successful attempt to halt the exhausted alien as it slumped into the sand. "You're still paying me for him." He initially responded quite dryly, as per usual, briefly gesturing towards the momentarily downed Devaronian with the simplest of nods. But it hardly seemed to matter as two guards arrived to take away the Devaronian. It seemed that Koda would have to chase that later. If these slaves remained in their ceils, that is. "Hnh." Fett silently grumbled to himself, managing to roll both of his shoulders as that Carbine came to rest in both hands.

He began to traverse a gradual incline that consisted of rock, sand and an inkling of plant-life that stemmed from the slightest cracks. The Bounty Hunter, for the time being, removed his left-hand from his blaster in exchange for the rangefinder that had been lazily folded over his T-Visor, enhancing his vision, and offering several more options if he so desired to make use of them. Koda scanned ahead as those gates shut behind him, inspecting those that were to (presumably) arrive. A Mandalorian, among others. Interesting.

Fett hadn't an intention to fire, least yet. Thraxis might have been paying for their heads, but if they were alive then he might be able to further negotiate such a deal. He prided himself in his accuracy, but he was often too lethal for his own good. And, so he merely observed them as his side-cloak billowed in the wind and grains of sand fruitlessly slapped against his armoured frame.

Bold.

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

 

[Warmaster Nyâsh]

The slave was translating while the High Ordinal watched this little being from his seat. He was basically examining the physical appearance, mustering every inch of it. He ignored the confusion which the question directed at him implied. Do these beings follow a special religion? Do they have a dedicated occupation? Ressak was grinning by the idea of its screams while it is being tortured.

Directing the words at his slave again while he was still curiously looking at the Cathar. "What is this species called?" A brief moment before he continued. "Is it for sale?" With 'it' he meant Micah.

Before an answer could be given, the other individuals came into a hurry, apparently some security alert or whatever. Ressak didn´t really care. Cowards. He followed their directing, but only because he was too busy with his mind on this abominable race. What else might be out in the galaxy? He imagined great fortunes by selling rare objects like this feline breed.

He was not wasting a single thought of supporting these slavers or the presentation in front of him, he had four Band-warriors and a lifeward. He was protected and would not enter a fight which was not his.

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

 

[Kos]

He was like cattle, shoved and prodded, without choice or power. This is what Kos had come to experience upon the surface, away from his pit of memories and secrets. All that was left was a shadow, an abused husk too scared and starved to make any choice for himself. A pathetic pile of bones and traumas. A pity.

The young man gave no attention to his captors, only keeping his eyes locked low to the ground. His feet burned as he shuffled forward, his joints aching due to starvation. This is what he deserved, he thought to himself. He was too weak, too much of a coward to do anything about the only good he had in his whole miserable life. Where was that raw potential from before? All that anger to save himself... and now this. Kos had hoped for some kind of miracle beyond the darkness, yet it only extends itself infinitely and internally within the hearts of all and the soil itself.

There was no hope here, everything was a lie.

What a silly, misguided child.

Kos cried out as he was struck for the umpteenth time, his skin bruised and broken from various other occasions over the time of his imprisonment. Thoughts of revenge came racing to the forefront of the boy's mind, images of his destruction flashing before his very eyes as he envisioned the apocalypse he longed to bring upon the heads of those that crippled him so. Kos didn't want to know himself as a murderer, to have all this blood on his hands.

It was the very thing he ran from.

What was the weight of his life though, truly? Nobody cared to know just who he was, his only name to these people was a blanket term of dehumanization; a face without a name. A slave.

Kos' head hung low as he didn't dare to look up at those wanting to purchase him; his flesh. But the thoughts of ensuing rage did not cease, and the tint of crimson began to fill his vision. His hands balling themselves into tight fists.

How much more would he be willing to take?


[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Micah"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Domino"] | [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] | [member="The Anarch"]

 

[Abigail Meredydd]

After having waited and carefully observed her allies' their behaviour, she was convinced this all was legitimate, and no cheap trick to capture the few who answered the call for aid.

A small group began to form, marching towards the slave outpost. It surely wasn't a strategy Abigail would choose herself, but who was she to judge. Well, she was a specialised soldier, but who really cared about ranks and whatnot. All that really mattered to most people was whether you got the job done or not. All she knew was that with the current approach, a confrontation was likely to happen. Soon.

The armoured and cloaked woman caught up with her supposed allies, making sure not to scare them whilst doing so. It would be rather unpleasant to be shot by one of them on suprise because they hadn't seen her coming.

"You know, there's a good chance they've already spotted us by now", Abigail said, announcing her arrival. "We best be on our guard."

Walking amongst the others now, she nodded towards what she supposed to be the leader of this group, [member="Lady Kay"] .

"Nice helmet."

[member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] || [member="Voph"] || [member="Micah"] || [member="The Anarch"] || [member="Domino"] || [member="Kos "] || [member="Bill Kerkov"]

 

[Candez Stoon]

Allies: [member="Thraxis"] [member="Bill Kerkov"] [member="Koda Fett"]
Equipment: Salty Mynock 2, CAN-4, TZ Glove, WMB-05, Blastech DL-22

Candez Stoon watched as the camp came closer. His pilot had given clearance to those ships flying around. They had been given the clearance codes by a new friend of Candez's, Thraxis. Sure the man seemed odd, but Candez liked to work with those that were not so right in the head, or those that were just plain odd. Shouldering his CAN-4 rifle and checking over all his gear, all made by himself, he had his strong man Yam-Yaw, the resident Kel Dor aboard the Salt Mynock, follow armed with a CS-7. Candez waited for the ramp to lower. As far as he had been told, this had something to do with slaves and pay. The second part was all he cared about. With a wide grin as he pictured all of those credits dropping from his hands into a pile, he headed down the ramp.

He patched his comm-link to Thraxis, to let him know he was on his way. "Thrax, this is the Mynock captain. You know, the blue guy. On my way, with some muscle just like you asked." As he was moving through the camp, he looked up to see some ships fly overhead. It seemed well organized, for a slave trading camp. The Kel Dor made a grumble. "Oh, don't you worry you big buffoon. No one's taking you. You're my crew...besides, we are here to earn our credits, not slaves." Candez stopped just by where all the auctioning was happening, watching from afar.

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

 

[William Kerkov Jr.]

Bill stood and mulled over his current situation. Nothing to take up his attention but a second-rate cigar and to twirl his gun. So he twirled his gun and puffed his second-rate cigar. Bill examined his gun, for the eighth time that day. Unsurprisingly, it had not deteriorated since he had last checked. It was a special blaster. Although it was a ten year old reproduction of a design hundreds of years old, Bill had made his own modification on it. He had added a small lever, just about the same size of a hammer on a slug-thrower revolver, that also activated the blaster to fire. To someone who didn't know or care for its function, they would think it was just another pokey bit sticking out of an average blaster, but to Bill, it was a world of possibilities. The lever made it possible for Kerkov to fire the semi-automatic blaster at a much faster rate at a high accuracy, at least with his years of practice. Bill had added it after being in many gunfights and a few standoffs after 'insulting' a few bar patrons and business partners. He was very proud of his little addition.

Two hours left, thats how long Bill had left to sit on this hot, smelly, rock. Bill wished time could go faster, just this once, because the boredom was driving him out of his mind.

[member="Candez Stoon"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Micah"] [member="The Anarch"] [member="Domino"] [member="Voph"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Abigail Meredydd"] [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

More were joining both herself and [member="Voph"] as they walked towards the slave camp. First there was [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] and then [member="Domino"] . Shortly thereafter came [member="Abigail Meredydd"] . Each of them had their own comment to make on the way that Kay simply had them walking up to the camp's front gates. Not to mention the comments about her daughter's helmet.

"I know that we'll be spotted. That's the point. We won't be facing an army, but a handful of criminals. Let them think that we're amateurs. It'll give them a false sense of security. I've got a cloaking device on this armour, so I can disappear when I need to in order to give us a better upper hand.
And if [member="Thraxis"] is there....seeing me could be the right distraction that we'll need."

Kay stared straight ahead, taking note that the gates of the slave camp were closing. "We've got air support too. That'll take them by surprise as well. The goal isto rescue as many slaves as we can.
At least this way we can determine just how good or bad things have gotten here." Not to mention who some of the slave buyers and hunters were.

She held her breath for a moment as she spotted a lone figure standing before the gate. [member="Koda Fett"] didn't seem to fire upon them just yet. Perhaps he was merely waiting for them to make the first move. Kay wasn't entirely sure of who he was from this distance. But he wasn't an idiot. He was bold and and patient.

"Let's split up.
We'll be harder to target that way."

[member="Bill Kerkov"] [member="Micah"] [member="The Anarch"] [member="Kos "][member="Candez Stoon"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Bill Kerkov"] [member="Candez Stoon"] [member="Abigail Meredydd"] [member="Kos "][member="The Anarch"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Domino"]

She walked with the group feeling the sand bounce off her armor as she let a breath out, these sands traveled for miles and miles it seemed so odd seeing the camp in the distance....then a figure came over the dunes as her eyes narrowed pulling up some binos and zoomed in enough to see the armor then brought them down

I'll head for the mandalorian, keep him busy, I'll leave my squad with yall

Moving off from the group and looked towards the figure again...then started towards him with the intent on figuring out just who they were meanwhile her squad of 3 stayed with the group weary now if this was a trap or not

 

[Domino]

Equipment

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Armor: Vornskr armor, leviathan bracers, diadem
Weapons: pikesaber, two lightsabers, stal-11

"No," Domino said stopping Stardust. "Your men need their leader, not strangers." She looked to the others, they either knew each other for the most part, or didn't look like they'd come out the better for taking on a fully prepared Mandalorian. "I can run interference on him and provide support as needed. If that's okay with you?" The last was directed towards Lady Kay, this was her mission after all and while Domino naturally tried to command as she thought best, she knew this wasn't 'her party' so to say. She knew they'd been spotted, any commander worth the title would have gone to full alert the second Star had done her fly-by, an actually good one would have had them on long-range sensors long before they'd touched down. Worse yet, she knew there were places in the camp that the force did not touch.

Twenty thousand meters above the surface of the planet, as the Sangromancer completed another wide-sweeping circle of the area, the gunner Domino had left behind slipped on a pair of worn leather gloves dark with old sweat and with a few seams popped. They were comfortable, fit like he proverb said, as did the control sticks they then wrapped around. "Warden, Sangromancer, overwatch is on the ball and awaiting your order." Far below the comm in Domino's diadem clicked as the connection went silent.

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

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Location: Slave Auction
Gear: Sith Imperial Cadet Uniform | Lightsaber | Sword of Omens
NPC Forces on Ground: Stormtroopers | Iota-class Transport
NPC Forces in Orbit: Sith Assault Cruiser

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The boy's ears flattened back. His tail stuck straight out in obvious indignation at the notion that he would be for sale.

The boy was distracted however, by a sense of alarm. Thraxis was concerned. About what, the boy couldn't claim to know. But, it seemed that the slave auction was getting to a start and that was the business that he was here for.Blustering, rusted iron giants were just distracting him from the purpose of this visit.

"Stay with the ship," the boy remarked, speaking to the sergeant in charge of the stormtroopers that would serve as prisoner escort for the slaves that the Sith were purchasing.

Could whatever have caused Thraxis concern endanger their mission? If so, should he position the stormtroopers to aid the slavers?

No, their objectives were not entirely complimentary. "It's probably just some local trouble. Do not engage unless they're foolish enough to provoke us," the young kitten remarked, before taking his leave to join the auction.

First at auction... a Force Sensitive?

Well, that was something he could strike from off his shopping list. "Fifty thousand," the Cathar offered, jumping ahead of the bidding.

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

[member="Candez Stoon"] | [member="Abigail Meredydd"] | @Kos | [member="Voph"] | [member="Thraxis"]​

 

[Kyyrk]

Voph tapped a button on his wrist panel. "Squad leaders, we're on final approach. Wait for my signal, then send the Archons. Aquila, if that Star Destroyer spots you, get the hell out." He cut the channel, and looked at the Twi'lek. "If they've got a Mandalorian looking out for them, you'd best not go it alone."

He turned his head to glance at [member="Koda Fett"] for a moment. "I say we breach the perimeter, draw him down to us. If he was going to start shooting, he'd have done it by now." He turned his gaze towards Kay. "Get as many people out as you can. That Mando knows something we don't. They're tougher than a rancor, but even they know better than to go it alone against a Jedi..."

@Domino @Lady Kay

 

[Thraxis]

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[member="Bill Kerkov"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Candez Stoon"]
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

As Thraxis walked up the Ramparts with hastened step his comm piqued a small chime, Thraxis let it open as he continued his stroll up the rickety stairs. "'Ello?" He inquired, the 'blue guy' as he referred to himself as arriving with the assistance he asked for. "Blue Guy... Cadan?" He was rather hopefully, his words spoke that much before cutting that dream short, shaking his head instead, "No, no Candez. Good to have you aboard. I'll inform you later of what's happening. Gotta deal with something." He replied, making his way up the final rampart to view all that approached.

Their attention, all, their attention was drawn on the lone Mandolorian. He chortled at it, he came to the ramparts that surrounded the camp which was little more than a barricade drawn along a mountainous wall with a few steps around the place. His gaze drawn over the horizon as they approached, snapping his fingers as a small Annunciator was brought to him. He tapped it a few times, "Testing... Testing? Ah, perfect." His words rang all around, the Mountainous terrain littered with small speakers as his voice boomed and bellowed over towards the cavalcade that approached.

He gave a long drawn out step, pacing back and forth, a small silhouette of black that leaked profusely Dark Force as he spoke, his body permeated and shifted in vile cords of disease as he spoke in vile coherence. "Ahh, so we have new guests arriving at the Sriluur house of fun." He spoke, his words a sickened coo as if enticing them, the smell of spice still lingering in the air. "But of course, it looks as if these ones are..." He paused, leaning over the side of a rampart as he let tension swell and pop around him, the Annunciator brought low as he took a heavy look at them before bringing it up, his words poised and laced with venom as he spoke. "Well. Outside of stupid... Not much?" He questioned, taking a few steps backwards and forwards letting them make their approach.

He pressed a finger to his helmet, the Rangefinder activating as he drew his gaze over all that approached and put a comm straight throughout the Soldiers of the Comm, Koda Fett, Bill Kerkov and Candez all included as he relayed what he saw. If they were trying to hide being Jedi of some ilk. They had done it wrong. He scanned over every one of them with the exception of Stardust. He recognized that face anywhere and what came with the package. But from her, his attention was drawn to their waists and immediately, he saw the signature tool. Lightsabers... Well. There goes that surprise... He didn't draw too much more attention to the outside of that, "Right, can almost confirm that we have Jedi Approaching. Sith? Doubt it. Considering we've got one of their own making trades I doubt we have to worry about Sparkle Fingers." He chuckled, pulling out his Cruciatus Sword from his bag and strapping it to his side. "Everyone prepare guns, don't fire unless provoked. Let's see if we can sway one of them out of this." His eyes narrowed, he doubted it. In fact, he really just wanted to put himself in decent lighting and had an idea of how to twist things.

He clicked the button, a wave of static rung through before he spoke, letting it clip the air and announce his return. "Tell me. After you have finished here." He let the words draw out as he spoke, a sense of sincerity spat out from vile cords as he looked them over. "Will you than free cattle? Free dogs from their Pit Fighting Rings? Will you fight to save a Chicken from an Abatoir?" He inquired, kicking up a pile of sand as he paced back and forth. "Because ya know. Unlike these slaves. They don't deserve it." He continued, waiting to see if they could even manage a response, realizing that they might not have a way to vocalize.

Back at the slave camp, the Devorion in question raised a Gavel, snapping it down with a thud, the other Slavers seemed a little reclined in their chair at the massive offer. "Goin' once! Goin' twice! Goin' three times!" He paused, looking over. It seemed most everyone there knew the deal with Forcies and the pain they were to hold in before he brought the Gavel down with a thud, "Sold to the very small Cathar with the very large pockets!" He declared, the chains and shackles dragging Kos along as two Gammoreans tried to take the winnings off to the Cathar. "Up next, we have..." He paused, rather unenthused, "Special Slaves? A group of twenty groomed and raised from birth, they know nothing else but to serve their masters, here is... Uh... No name slaves I suppose!" He stated as five took up the steps, no chains or coils clutching at their hands, the chains and shackles were in their minds as three fairly beefy men and two strong looking women approached the Bazaar.