Private Sith minors drink?

[Talohn Atar]

Talohn found himself in the bar, once again. It's where he usually found himself. It was either the bar or the strip club. This bar already had dancers anyways, so going to a club would just be paying more for the exact same thing. His gaze rests on the Twi'lek dancer up on stage for a moment. She was a red one, his weakness. Once he pulls his gaze away, he takes a long chug of his whiskey. At the other end of the bar, a group of trandoshans were there, being generally rowdy and well..trandoshany. Which was enough to annoy Talohn already. But he was here for a drink, not a fight.

In relative silence, he takes out a datapad to begin scanning the holonet for any bounty jobs. He's sorta brooding in silence. annoyed by the mere existence of the trandoshans nearby. Talohn didn't hate all trandoshans, but one of them has an insignia on their armor that he's seen before when dealing with slavers. Disgusting. The cathar, to calm down, finds himself browsing droid parts. He's always looking to upgrade madlad. But he's still angry, and to any force user nearby, his anger is like a beacon. He doesn't know it, but his sensitivity in the force gives off an aura. A very unsettling eldritch one.

Ladybug

 

[Ladybug]

Sitting back in a far corner where the bar's lights strained to reach, the young Sith sat alone shrouded in darkness. She never frequented bars, nor possessed the aptitude to indulge in the drinks proffered to the patrons who seemingly haunted such establishments. Besides, her acute sense of smell was already offended by the mixtures of liquids that floated in mugs, flasks, and other means of transporting the contents into one's stomach. She saw no educated reason to inflict such horror upon her sense of taste. Her reason for being here, was to complete a transaction with one of the Empire's spies. They had information, she had their payment.

In spite of her eroding patience with the contact, who seemed to be late far beyond their agreed meeting time, she had to suffer watching some Trandoshans make successful attempts to sour the mood of the other patrons. Wave after wave of different levels of emotions flooded her senses via the Force, but most where of annoyance and fear. The reptilian species where both well versed hunters and dangerous adversaries, making most people avoid any form of confrontation with them. Plus, it was well known the species enveloped themselves in bounty hunting and slavery; both her Empire respected. Personally, she saw no need for bounty hunters, and as for slavery; if you were foolish to be enslaved then you deserved your lot in life.

However, mingled and nearly muffled among these varying emotions crept one of anger, pure anger that could easily metamorphosis into hatred. Now that was quite interesting. Among the sea of drunks was an individual who grew tiresome of the reptiles, and it didn't take long for to spot him out. He was a Cathar, another feline like species such as herself; but both genetically different. She never met one, personally, but she had seen their kind roaming around the galaxy from time to time. She pondered, wondered magically, if this Cathar was going to rise to the occasion and become this bar's champion; expelling the tiresome reptiles from this establishment. Then a thought occurred to her, this was a perfect setting to practice was the instructors back at the Temple called close-quarters combat.

Thumbing the intensity switch on her lackluster training lightsaber from stun to extreme bouts of pain and hardships, she watched the Cathar methodically. If he acted, as she hoped he would, the male cat would have an unforeseen ally to his cause.


Talohn Atar

 

[Talohn Atar]

Talohn, due to dealings with them quite often, understood trandoshan to a certain extent. The shit apprentice would see a telltale sign of Talohn having enough. The dreaded left eye twitch. Something these trandos brought up had soiled him. His eyes close, and he takes a deep breath. "Time to rip and tear." With that, he approaches the group. They can't feel it, but it's likely the sith can. Was this fellow a force user of some sort? He didn't look it to be sure.
"So, how about that scorekeeper? Pretty fucking stupid, eh?"

Silence fell over the trandoshan table. He'd done it, their attention was definitely grabbed. One of then shot into action, grabbing Talohn by the neck with enough force to lift him off the ground. Even through this, Talohn had a shit eating grin plastered across his face. Though the choke, he whistles.
From another corner of the bar, there's the sound of pressurized air. A grapple hook is fired, and it wraps about the Trandoshan's neck. The surprise causes it to let go of Talohn. With a single tug of the grapple hook from that thing in the shadows, the trandoshan is flung backwards straight into a table head first. One down, three to go. That's when Talohn's droid, madlad, steps from the shadows, speaking in it's dark and horribly grim voice. "I sense pestilence." One of the Trandoshans attempts to swing a punch at the droid, but it catches the hand with it's own and quickly twists it to the side with a loud crunch before sending the trandoshan staggering aside with a backhand. "Scum." It states.

Talohn has already engaged the next trandoshan, ducking and weaving through the blows, and following up with punches, each of them striking the sensitive nose of the reptile. Still no force abilities to be seen. Only a regular bar brawler. Though his reflexes for dodging do seem fast, even for a cathar, He begins to move even before the trandoshan can swing.

Ladybug

 

[Ladybug]

The brawl erupted quickly! The Cathar, through first impressions, seemed to have bitten off more than he could chew when he was grabbed rather harshly; only to be rescued by what appeared to be a mechanical ally. Then the droid, dealt another blow to another reptile; while the Cathar handled a third. All the while, Mikilanna watched the fight whilst moving slowly toward the melee. Out of the corner of her left, blue eye, the last remaining reptile sought to elevate the fight further when he produced a small hold-out blaster; taking aim at the Cathar.

Barring her fang-like teeth, the Force warped around her will lending her the ability to push the reptile's hand away a second before he pressed the trigger down. The shot, meant for the back of the Cathar's head, flew harmlessly away into the far wall and the blaster spinning out of the potential killer's hand. Having garnished the reptile's attention from the other cat-like species, the lumbering oaf stomped toward her with flaring nostrils and glazed eyes. The young Sith, having halted her advance, stood her ground holding the hilt of her still belt attached weapon. Now, having allowed the mark to reach his final step, Mikilanna lashed out with the Force guiding an invisible hand dictated by the dark side, to grip the reptile by his throat; shutting down his windpipe with slow pressure to his trachea.

"Bad move rough skin," Mikillana cursed following the all-to-familiar sound snap-hiss as she ignited her weapon. With growing eyes of terror engulfing the face of her enemy, she raised the hot, crimson blade close to his face; smiling as he squirmed with the humming of his death growing near. Then just like that, she flung him past her causing him to crash into a row of empty tables and chairs. With weapon in hand, she charged the Trash and slammed the hot blade into his left leg, sending his body into convulsions; rendering him unconscious. If she possessed the real deal, an ornament her future Master withheld until she properly earned the Sith tool, she would have ended the brute's life.

Talohn Atar

 

[Talohn Atar]

The droid is not a kind being, to be sure. After the backhand, Madlad's leg shoots out in a roundhouse that sends a few reptilian teeth flying across the bar as their owner crumples to the floor. "Your transgressions are foolish, childish, and idiotic." It states simply. Before the trandoshan can get up, Madlad's hand presses him to the ground as the free hand begins wailing down in a jackhammer of painful looking blows. "You suffer me now." Is coldy said as more and more teeth skitter across the floor from the downed trandoshan's maw.

Talohn spots the kid save him from certain death, but now wasn't the time for pleasantries. The trandoshan, nose now running with blood, was definitely not happy. It was getting restless, angry. This was good. Excellent in fact. The final trandoshan got careless enough to throw a punch, putting his full weight into it. What awaited was Talohn's grapple, a thing of suffering. Talohn ducks under the punch, and in a flash, Talohn's hands launch up to grab the forearm of the punching arm, and he pulls himself up, legs wrapping about the upper arm tightly. What results is a sickening crack as the cathar arches his back, making that elbow bend in a direction it's not meant to. The shock of a now broken arm, and Talohn's weight, drags the trandoshan to the floor.

With the Trandoshan now in shock, Talohn pulls himself from the floor, dusting off his coat. He then looks to the droid....who is still punching. "Madlad. Nonlethal." He grunts. The droid stops, and looks away from the trandoshan it was assaulting. "Fine." The droid stands up, and finds a nearby rag, making use of it to clean the blood from it's hands.

Talohn sighs, taking a moment to catch his breath. Finally, those orange eyes turn to Mikilanna. "Thanks. What's your name, kid? Not every day a sith saves a life." He chuckles. Meanwhile, the droid stares at her. Menacingly.

Ladybug

 

[Ladybug]

"It's a not a question of saving your life," she said without turning around, "It was a matter of punishing cowardice." Had the reptilian refrained from drawing a blaster, Mikilanna would have spectated the spectacle; possibly. The young Sith despised cowardice in any form, believing in only one concrete conclusion in handling it and currently the execution could not be pronounced. Her business was not yet concluded, so killing the reptile man would only complicate the situation.

Turning around, she looked first at the droid then the carnage left by the others then finally settling her stare on the Cathar. "Mikilanna," she said moving to the bar, placing an order with the barkeep. "Tell me," she began while gesturing the bartender to get her fellow brawler a drink on her, "What is a Cathar doing out in this region? Those rough skins, they are creeping around these parts seeking exotic species that fetch high end credits." The information she was waiting on pertained to the very topic she was speaking of. There was a slavery ring working outside the trade. Those unfamiliar with how the slave trade worked only believed slavers captured any and all species, which was partially correct. What the typical citizen was unaware of that slavers could only enslave percentages of particular species, minus the spoils of war, to prevent extinction. And this slavery ring, not playing by the rules.

Just then, her contact arrived surprised by the scene. Mikilanna excused herself from both the bar and the Cathar to conclude her business. Short time after, she returned back to the bar. "I have job to do and perhaps you could assist me. The Empire. So tell me Cathar, how do you feel about earning some credits?"


Talohn Atar

 

[Talohn Atar]

"You're a good Samaritan." he says to the kid sarcastically in response to the fact that she wasn't trying to save his life. "You are right, that trandoshan was unusually afraid. Not typical of the species. They love their swords and viroblades, I think?" He rubs his chin thoughtfully for a moment, leaning on a nearby table. "Never bothered to learn much about those damn lizards." Meanwhile, Madlad the droid begins to drag the fallen trandoshans outside.....after looting their guns, weaponry and credits, which it returns to Talohn with it's arms full of. When the droid comes back, Talohn shakes his head. "Seriously?"

"Salvage is salvage." Madlad says, before looking down at one of the blasters. "These scum take horrible care of their weaponry...however..." It proceeds to rip a scope off of the blaster before tossing the blaster itself aside. "This is proficient enough, I shall keep it. The rest is fair enough junk." Madlad puts all it's loot in the satchel at it's side. "Course slavers are creeping about. It's all they do." Talohn hisses. "Not a fan of them. So, you're going to hunt some slavers....and you want to pay me? I'm in." He cackles a little. "Madlad and I both will raise hell, kid. Don't you worry."

Ladybug

 

[Ladybug]

"Here's the deal," she said downing the last of her drink. "The Sith Empire wants this slave ring not only wiped out, but a message to any others foolish enough to smear the lines. Whatever salvage or loot left over is yours to keep. Upon completion of the mission, five-hundred thousand credits will be transferred into any account of your choosing."

"When you and your droid companion are ready, meet me a docking bay 45. There is somethings I must attend to before we depart."

After leaving the cantina, Mikilanna headed to a black market entrepreneur where a specialized chip was waiting for her. On that one single chip was the power to break the codes utilized by the slavers now destined to perish. Even with the Cathar and his overzealous droid, the three of them would be hard pressed to launch a full frontal assault on their base of operations. They were many and that's all the spy knew. No exact numbers. But the compound itself was heavily fortified with blast turrets and other wicked surprises. Stealth was the soup of the day.

Chip in hand, she headed to and arrived at docking bay 45. The ship 'rented' for the mission wasn't nothing fancy, it just needed to do one simple job; get them in and out of the area they were going.


Talohn Atar

 

[Talohn Atar]

Talohn listens to the plan in silence, waiting for her to finish before bringing in his own questions. "Leave a message? So we just go in there, and then rip and tear?" He questions. "And what of the illegal merchandise they have when we get in there? I assume those people go free, right?" After those questions are answered, they part ways.

When she arrives at the docking bay, Talohn and Madlad are already there waiting. The droid gazes upon the ship that is to be their transport. "I hate being in other ships that aren't my own." It states, arms crossing. Preferences, opinions, humor? An odd droid indeed. Talohn either got lucky on the droid's mental programming, or failed terribly. Depending on who you ask. "Though he's being rude, he's not wrong. I've got a much better ship that we can use, unless this one is for a specific purpose. Mine is armed, has good shielding, snacks if you're hungry." He shrugs. "But I'm not the boss of this operation. It's all up to you. If they see through us before we get there...it'll be nice to have those shields."

Now the cathar and the droid are fully armed. The droid has a simple A-180 blaster at it's side, that's all it needs. Talohn however, is armed to the teeth. DE-10 blaster on his hip, a dp-23 shotgun slung over his shoulder, a DH-447 sniper on on his back, and a viroblade in a sheath beside the sniper. His belt is filled with various tools. Flashbangs, smoke grenades, even slicing tools. There's even a flamethrower on his right wrist. In terms of defenses, hes wearing an armorweave longcoat, armorweave pants, and has a basic energy shield over his body. On his left wrist is a mandalorian energy buckler he can activate at any time to help him block blaster fire. He definitely had more of a plan than most mercs

Ladybug

 

[Ladybug]

"This ship will suffice," she countered the suggestions and concerns from the droid and Cathar. "Besides, if any of the slavers survive you don't want your ship to be compromised. Bounty Hunters and slavers are near family, would you risk looking over your back constantly?" The question was rhetorical. Nobody wished to be chased all throughout the galaxy.

With everyone on board, Mikilanna entered the coordinates into the ship's navigation computer. After a few rumblings from the engines firing up, the ship shot out of the docking bay, careening for the stars. Once in space, Mikilanna addressed the crew. "Our landing zone will be just a few clicks from their base of operations. With the access codes, we will sneak in the backdoor. It shouldn't be to heavily fortified. Once inside, we eliminate all opposing forces."

She had hoped the spy could have provided an exact number, but the codes no doubt must have been difficult to obtain without the spy risking exposure. Whatever the number was, it didn't matter; just the success of the operation.

"For those held in the slave pits, they are secondary to our objective. It's unclear what we will discover about the them, such as species, age, and genders. But the Empire, as you will enjoy, doesn't want them harmed. We must refrain from putting them in harm's way at all costs. Once the mission is complete and the enslaved secured, the Empire will commence operations to return them to their home worlds."

From the cockpit, the nav computer pinged alerting them they were near their landing zone, and soon the ship's autopilot will commence downward to the landing zone. Soon, the operation would begin....


Talohn Atar

 

[Talohn Atar]

Talohn nods, listening to the plan, It was quite simple. Go through the back door...then rip and tear until there is nothing left. "Seems fair enough. We dealing with more lizards? Or is this more of a mixed company of slavers?" Once they're on the ship, he makes himself at home, cleanign and checking over his weapons to pass the time. They're already in pristine condition, but it never hurts to check. "Hey madlad, check your thermals, just in case. Don't want those going down at a bad time." The droid takes a moment, and then responds. "Yes, you are indeed glowing orange."

"Good." Talohn nods. "Hey, little sith." That was it, that was her nickname now, love it or hate it. "With our strategy, you're gonna need this." he makes his way over to her and offers a visor. "Thermals and scanners. It'll let you spot any droids or living beings. You'll need it for the strategy we plan to use." She may notice that they brought smoke bombs. It's not a bad strategy at all. They'll be able to ambush despite the fact that they are the ones invading the base.

Ladybug

 

[Ladybug]

"Lizards and," she said, looking at Madlad before continuing, "Refurbished assassin droids. There's an robotics engineer who has been turning droids into, well, enslaver droids. Most droids are without emotions, so they make for excellent slavers; you understand?" Droids could be extremely dangerous if improperly formatted. Turning droids into slavers was a method she didn't approve of. "The Empire has been actively seeking this engineer, well, all the known major powers have. Each has their own agenda and plan for him, but that's not our concern."

She took the proffered equipment, thanking him. The gear would come in handy. "Little Sith, huh?" She had never been attached to a nickname before. It was rather cute and thoughtful.

After the landing of the ship, and the trio disembarked; the mission was set in motion. They moved unimpeded toward their destination, arriving without a hitch. Mikilanna entered the codes, and when the doors slid apart, she retrieved her twin hilts, keeping them powered down for now. With a deep intake of breath, she stepped into the compound, feeling a wave of emotions flooding her senses through the Force. The slaves, regardless of their worth, were suffering deeply at the hands of these illegal vandals.


Talohn Atar

 

[Talohn Atar]

"Why do you look at me when saying assassin droid?" Madlad makes a huffing noise with his voice modulator, crossing his arms. "I am a perfectly legal protocol droid hybrid model. No matter how much my actions say otherwise." He was easily comparable to one of the commando droids in the CIS armies all those hundreds of years ago. "Those slavers...and those droids." Madlad cackles. "I will rip and tear until there's nothing left." This droid could be a sith's best friend.

"Yep, Little sith." It's then that the ship lands. When they disembark the ship, Mikilanna will notice something odd indeed, though Talohn himself doesn't realize it. "This place....it gives off....a feeling. I don't like it here." He doesn't know it, but Talohn can sense it just like she can. The pain and suffering of the slaves. When they step inside, he begins speaking quietly. "Little sith, you get behind us, and cut anyone down that gets within range of you, Madlad and I will stay up front and shoot any enemies down who come at us." Madlad and Talohn both activate mandalorian wrist shields on their left wrists, and draw their blasters. "Put on you visor." Talohn states, now putting on his own. "You'll need the thermals when we use the smoke grenades."

Ladybug