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slavery of a lurwoman

lisa sat in her cell chained up in a pirate camp, she opened her eyes and looked around, another day on this poodoo place great she thought at least someone would come help her, sighing she stood up and walked to the cell door looking out, they'd only used her to make droids and repair their ship, smiling she saw tge one sun and nodded to herself, someone would come she knew it
 
As much as Romeo hated it, he couldn't help but do something. Tracking slaves for days now Romeo finally had his chance to attack. With quick haste he slid down from the cliff side. At any rate Slaves did not exist in his mind, no one was a slave. Freedom was for all. As he came to the bottom, he rolled to a. crouch, slowly walked to a tent and hid behind it. @[member="nisa luma"]
 

Dirk Ellerden

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@[member="nisa luma"]
Dirk glanced around the corner, and gave a sigh of relief. All clear so far. Right now he needed someone who could potentially be able to help him track down the leader. He saw a Lurwoman in a cage, looking around hopefully from her cage. He took another glanced around and slipped over to the door. He started talking quickly and softly.
"I'm a Special Enforcement Officer with the Sector Rangers. I need your help. Then I'll get you out of here. Deal?"
 
lisa saw the man come over and smiled excitedly listening to what he saod lisa nodded"deal you promise to free me yes hmm what is it you need"
@Dirk Ellerden
 
Sin was unsure what was goin on, a man appeared from no where, was he a slaver too? Great, this will be difficult he though to himself. Suddenly another man came from the tent he was hiding behind. Sin quickly came up behind the man and broke his neck. "Damn it." He whispered to himself. @[member="nisa luma"] @[member="Dirk Ellerden "]
 
Aquilina saw Romeo. "hey, shes this way" she whispered from another tent. She waited until he headed her way to start to where the slaves were kept.
@[member="Romeo S"]
 

Dirk Ellerden

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Dirk froze, and tilted his head to one side, listening. Were there other infiltrators here as well? Or just some private feud? He turned back to her. "I need to find whoever leads this group and take them out." He fiddled with the lock for several moments and it popped free. He slipped the door open as quietly as he could manage. "Hurry. Extraction is soon."

@[member="nisa luma"]
 
"Wait stop!" He called out. He closed the gate as he ran, and pushed the two back into nearby tent. He pointed out the large group of men coming towards the cage that hadn't been paying attention. @[member="Aquilina"] @[member="Dirk Ellerden "]@[member="nisa luma"]
 
Meraal had accepted a bounty that had been placed on a slaver leader running rampant around this region of space, for a while the trail had gone cold but he had found a scent after locating a distress beacon. Upon further examination he found a crashed YT-1300, the ship was a relic for sure, but the crash seemed recent due to a corpse that he guessed was thrown out of the cockpit on the ships landing. He then proceeded to check through the ships cargo bay but found nothing, even the ship's rations were gone. He returned to his ship and dispatched an Arakyd seeker droid to see if his target was on the planet, one hour later he was on a ridge overlooking what looked like a makeshift camp of sorts.

This was probably the place, hopefully the droid was worth the credits. He reloaded his weaponry, checked his fuel for his flamethrower and jetpack, activated his vibro-gauntlets twice, and put on his helmet. He could feel the adrenaline of the hunt kicking in. He crawled to the side of the ridge and slid down, taking cover behind one of the makeshift tents. He wondered if the slaver was a trandoshan, he might be able to free some wookies to help him if the slaver did turn out to be a trandoshan.
 
Meraal stopped at the edge of one of the tents he was hiding behind, a large group of soldiers was walking toward another tent, he might be able to sneak past them, but on the other hand he couldn't risk them informing their boss. He had one grenade on him but that would put the whole camp on high alert. He shouldered his DC-17m and peered around the tents corner. It appeared that the guards were unaware of him. That was good,he didn't want his target to get away. There was one guard that diverted from his allies course and was heading toward him, however his friends weren't watching him or anything near the tent Meraal was hiding behind. He was going to take a gamble, he re-holstered his DC-17m ,crouched and waited for the guard to draw closer to him, two seconds passed and the guard was just about to turn and find Meraal. That was before Meraal turned the corner and put his vibro-gauntlet through the man's heart with his other hand held over his mouth to muffle his screams. He then finished the job by pulling the man's corpse behind the tent to keep his body out of sight for a little longer. That would give him a few more seconds hopefully, he peered around the corner again to see that the guards, by some form of divine intervention, were not fully aware of his presence yet.

He wanted a better view of this place, he had no idea what was around him beside what his HUD's map told him and sometimes the Mark 1 eyeball had a better payoff that could not be said for the most modern sensor technology. He would have to make do with his current view though, if he tried to climb any tent it would most likely just cave in. He was going to tempt fate again though and see what the group of guards was approaching, there was an awful lot of them so they could possibly be reporting to their commander, in which case he could just lob a grenade at the whole lot of them and be done with this mission.
 
"Yeah I know..a Ranger and a Mando...watch my back." He said as he came from the tent just as they came to the cage, he held his hands out, building his anger up, and flames from his fiery core shot out catching the back guards on fire.. He quickly pulled his saber out, igniting the red blade. He could sense the mando nearby. Only a harden man with that confidence could be a mando, was he friend, or foe?

@[member="Aquilina"]
@[member="nisa luma"]
 
It had probably been a minute after he had reached the tent opposite of the one the guards were marching on when he heard the iconic snap-hiss of a light saber. What was the mystic mob doing all the way out here? He began to slowly shift around the tent, ready to ignite his jetpack at a moments notice. He activated his helmets' built in microphone through his HUD,"I came here seeking a slaver, but I hear a Jedi, why are you here?" Any hope of stealthily eliminating his target was most likely gone now, but it was worth it to at least attempt to negotiate before rocks started attacking him.
@[member="Romeo S"] @[member="Aquilina"] @[member="nisa luma"] @Dirk Ellerden
 
There was only one word for slavery: horrible. To hold someone captive, to see them as less than a human being, was something that was beyond forgivable. And so Saran thought as she overlooked the hill. @[member="nisa luma"] would have a direct line of sight, as would @[member="Romeo S"], but that didn't matter. The slavers didn't.

A silver gleam flew from her hand, transforming into a spinning crimson whirlwind at the bottom. It sliced out two of the men, before flying back to her hand. The purple blade in her other hand, she lept down the ravine, using the force to lift, and almost throw, herself at the troops. Slicing one of them in half, she spun to the side, letting her blades flash out to the next man's neck. There was no mercy, no remorse. Just a whirlwind of purple and crimson.

Pausing as the others regrouped to respond, the crimson saber went to her belt, replaced by a blue shoto, which shot into the lock of one of the slave pens. The door swung open, and the blade flew back to Saran.

@[member="Meraal Vaun"] @Aquilina @Dirk Ellerden
 

Dirk Ellerden

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Dirk dropped to a crouch, and snapped his carbine up from where he'd hidden it beneath a poncho. Lightsabers. Sounded like two or three wielders. Who though? There weren't supposed to be any Jedi in the area. He'd tried to see if any were available to assist in the investigation. Rogue Jedi? Sith? He wasn't sure which was worse or not. He gestured to @[member="nisa luma"]. "Stay down!" Two Force users, and probably a Mando. This was about to turn into one impressive firefight. He'd have to change his priorities. Protect the prisoners. Let the killers handle the thugs. "Where are the other prisoners?"
 
nisa ducked down by @dirk ellerden" i do not know where the others are i was kept here to repair ships and droids"nisa said pointing at speeders" i know how to overload engines
 

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