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Mebba Besadii

Sᴍᴜɢɢʟᴇʀ's Mᴏᴏɴ
Mebba Besadii
Character Bio

Jedi Knight Dark Forces II - Reimagined
Location: Rimmer's Rest - Nar Shaddaa - Backroom Storehouse
Attn:
Stolen Products Available: Osmium-class Hyperpath Engine 2x, Gene Sequence Modulator 30x, Synthetic Catalyst 30x, Ordinance Launcher Blueprints 2x, Boarding Drones 30x

The atmosphere inside the storehouse nestled in Rimmer's Rest was heavy with the scent of recycled oxygen, industrial lubricant, and the aroma of the cigar dangling from Mebba's lips. Dim light from the Nar Shaddaa skyline seeped through tiny fissures in the cantina's walls, illuminating the stacks of durasteel crates with vivid patches of electric blue and sickly pink.The Hutt himself was seated on a repulsor-sled for easier mobility.

The crimson feather in his wide-brimmed hat quivered slightly in sync with the low, rhythmic hum of the moon's constant traffic. Nar Shaddaa had never been the same since the fall of the Black Sun Syndicate has a major power within the galaxy. This decline enabled him to seize control of multiple sectors as the Bossban with the backing of the Hutt Cartel's Remnants though they demanded tribute for their continuous support.

In order to pay such a price, Mebba had set up a meeting with a prospective buyer regarding some goods he had successfully acquired from a Trade Federation freighter that had ventured too close to the Smuggler's Moon without adequate security. He cast a look at the massive blast doors as they swung open from the main cantina area, concentrating on the outline of the newcomer to determine their affiliation.


 
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Saram Kote

Strill Securities Al'verde
Saram Kote
Character Bio

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Friendly Units:
Squad Mission Equipment

Ran Netra - 2IC, Rifleman Viraen Kyrdol - Sniper Vikhar Kote - Heavy Weapons Operator Anila Kyrr - Demolitions Expert Jaing Nihut'tyr - Technician Janar Kyrr - Heavy Weapons Operator/Demolitions Expert Rusana Kote - Rifleman


Friendly Tag(s): Jonyna Si | Yuri Maji | Kjartan Hammer-Hand | WSR & Allies
Hostile Tag(s): FN-999 (restored) | TIC & Allies

Saram's Equipment

Armor Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s) Rifle(s) Explosives



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G-02H/S Shev'la'galaar-class Heavy Stealth Gunship Galaar 1-1
En route to Roche, Redirecting to Nar Shaddaa

Davaab had been on three deployments across a not insignificant reach of space virtually one after another, even Saram was looking forward to unwinding a little once they got to Roche to resupply. The rammikade of Davaab squad were pulling the last dregs of their supplies from secure storage containers as Saram read the priority redirect notice for the second time. Some di'kuthad made the mistake of stealing from the Trade Federation, and unfortunately for them, her unit was close enough to respond. To their credit, the Trade Federation had been quick to respond, and between the company and the Trade Federation they'd tracked down the stolen cargo before long.

As their gunship broke through the planet's atmosphere under full stealth, burning as fast as Rav could push it without compromising their stealth profile, for once the cabin was quiet. Well, relatively quiet. "Who's di'kutla enough to steal from the Trade Federation again? "asked Ran, her 2IC, their tactical plan fresh on his mind but the details still a little foggy evidently.

"We're not quite sure yet," she responded as she checked the magazine she'd loaded into her rifle only moments ago, ret'lini, "We'll just have to ask them when we're shooting them in the face and getting our client's cargo back." She was of course, joking. Depending on how this went, they could probably do a little digging while they were there. Depending on, of course, who had the cargo and how much of a fight they were going to put up. Shame too, Rimmer's Rest, had a decent collection of gal.

Ran snorted in response. The cabin lights shifted to green a moment later, cutting off further conversation as Rav's voice cut in over the intercom, "We'll be over the target in two minutes." Without further prompting, Davaab stood to their feet without missing a beat. The squad's medical interface on her HUD showed that they had all taken a dose of stims, not that it was going to make any of them jumpy. The bright lights of the smuggler's moon shone below, and just as they had every other time she had the misfortune of being here, they only served to remind her how many unfortunate shabuire might be desperate enough to get between her and hers and their objective for the chance at a paycheck.

Without needing to prompted, one by one the other rammikade of Davaab tossed themselves out into the brightly lit sky, visible only as outlines on her HUD for the most part. Her HUD of course picked up ever the hint of an oily strain in the vague shape of a human, but she had enough kit in her buy'ce to lift some of the aforementioned unfortunate shabuire down there out of generational poverty. Saram took a breath and leapt off the ramp when it came to her turn, joining the others in rough loose formation as they fell on invisible wings of fire.

Green status signals flashed in series, outlines shifting as her vode readied weapons. Davaab quickly separated into two fireteams, Ran leading one and her the other. Ran's fireteam was supposed to wait for them to deal with the posted sentries so they could work on a way in without blowing the cargo to haran and back. Targeting solution appeared on her HUD as Anila, Rusana and Janar aimed their weapons.

"Tra'cyar," she whispered into her buy'ce's mic. Barely a heartbeat later, she squuezed the trigger on her rifle, sending a massive APFSDS round at one of the sentires stationed outside. Another heartbeat and between breaths, her rifle spat again, this time another sentry. Anila and Rusana's rifles silently spat SLAP rounds at a pair of sentires as well. Vikhar's verpine shatter flechette launcher silently added a pair of guided flechettes to the opening salvo. "Comm jamming," she whispered unnecessarily over both squad comms and to their gunship, armor-mounted vid-vox scramblers and comm jamming tuned security blades going live. A moment later, the Hyperwave Beacon Scrambler on their gunship overhead went live, an estimated area of effect appearing on her battlenet generated TACMAP.

 
Major Faction

Mebba Besadii

Sᴍᴜɢɢʟᴇʀ's Mᴏᴏɴ
Mebba Besadii
Character Bio

Jedi Knight Dark Forces II - Reimagined
Location: Rimmer's Rest - Nar Shaddaa - Backroom Storehouse
Attn: Saram Kote Saram Kote
Stolen Products Available: Osmium-class Hyperpath Engine 2x, Gene Sequence Modulator 30x, Synthetic Catalyst 30x, Ordinance Launcher Blueprints 2x, Boarding Drones 30x

The blast doors would groan open, allowing a wiry Rodian with a scarred mandible and a cloak covered with specks of dust from the Tatooine dunes. Emon slinked in, his rotund eyes scanning the crates before settling on the massive Hutt. Several Gank henchmen, hulking cybernetically enhanced killers armed primarily with Concussion Rifles were scattered around the Storehouse to provide protection.

Their unblinking posture unnerved the Rodian who approached carefully with a considerate bow. "Ah, Great Meeba the Hutt." Emon greeted through a translation device secured to his neck. "My associate sends his regards for being unable to meet you in person, but word is you've got premium goods. Osmium-class Hyperpath Engines, Gene Sequence Modulators, the works. Straight from a Fed freighter, eh? Risky snatch." These items had only just arrived on the Galactic Market from the Trade Federation warehouse, making their theft a significant hit to profits in this oversector.

The Hutt recognized this, chuckling deeply, a sound that resonated through the nearby containers. Smoke curled from his cigar as he leaned forward, his crimson feather quivering. "Ho ho ho! Risk is for the weak, Emon. These beauties? Top-shelf. Two Hyperpath Engines for seamless jumps through contested space. Thirty Modulators and Catalysts, perfect for black-market bio-enhancements. Blueprints for Ordinance Launchers, and thirty Boarding Drones to boot. Your associate can become Emperor of a small fiefdom with these" Emon rubbed his hands together, circling a crate labeled with faint Trade Federation markings.

"Impressive haul. But let's talk credits. My associate's offering 500,000 for the lot, engines, modulators, catalysts, blueprints, drones. All in." Meeba squinted, posture adjusting on the sled as he pondered the proposal of 500,000 credits. In the end, he shook his head in rejection, knowing these were premium products from one of the galaxy's largest corporations and were worth far more.

"500,000? That's an insult to my genius! These Engines alone are worth that on Coruscant. Make it 1.2 million, or I sell to the Pykes, they pay in spice and silence." Emon paused, his gaze darting from side to side at the absurdly high asking price for items likely labeled and tagged by the company for asset recovery purposes.

A sudden static hiss cut through the air, emanating from the comm panels embedded in the walls as the jammer was activated by Saram Kote Saram Kote . The holographic display above the crates flickered, then died, plunging the room into an eerie silence broken only by the distant hum of Nar Shaddaa's traffic. Emon's portable comm unit buzzed futilely in his hand, emitting nothing but white noise.

"What in the voids?" Emon snarled, tapping the device. "Network's down. Jammers?"

Meeba's bellow echoed, shaking dust from the rafters. "GRAAAH! Interference! Saboteurs or Feds sniffing around!" He slammed a fleshy appendage on his sled's armrest, gesturing wildly at two of the Ganks flanking him. "You two, get to the junction tower! Check for slicers or signals. Kill anything that moves!" The Ganks nodded silently, their cybernetic implants whirring as they unclicked the safety of their concussion rifles and lumbered toward a side exit, vanishing into the shadowed corridors of Rimmer's Rest.

 
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