Slug Busters [Black Sun Cartels]

[Myra]

Rumor was that the Hutts had recently constructed a station out in deep space as a hub for slave and drug processing and distribution to buyers. It was hidden with every sort of scanner blocker, cloaking technology, and misinformation campaigns that you could imagine, and really the only way to find it was to be directly told the exact galactic coordinates. Thankfully, drunk men have loose lips. It wasn't easy. It started with a single rumor from an informant that upon closer inspection, lead to more and more rumors of varying outlandishness that slowly developed into a singular lead. This lead led to another, and then another, until finally Myra was watching a hutt pilot getting beaten bloody for information, which he happily gave when teeth started getting pulled.

Finally, she had the coordinates after all these months of snooping and bribing. Such important information on a tiny shred of paper pulled taught between her fingers for better reading. With a deep breath she would rip the paper in two and incinerate it before getting to work.

"Associates of the Black Sun Cartels, I call you to my side. The Hutts have a great station of slaves, drugs, and no doubtfully credits. I am incapable of taking this alone, so invite each and every one of you, with your ships and troops, to help me board this station and take it for Black Sun as well as it's loot. I offer equal shares in this loot, all I ask for is the station itself. I expect to see you there."

And with that she would sign the message and send it to all of her "associates" within Black Sun. She would admit that this was more or less for her own goal, she was after all building the beginnings of her own organization within Black Sun, and organizations need a start. Yet, her own greed could beget riches for anyone who participated, plus help stamp out Black Sun's competition.

So, Myra would board her Luxary Frigate and go to meet anyone who showed up to burn some slugs.

 

[Rajo Sobek]

Patience. Time and time again he'd been told that patience was the key to life's great mysteries. Finally those bastards had been right.

He'd struggled down in the darkness of that planet for so long he'd almost forgotten what the stars looked like. The stars, the sky, fresh air; all were novelties to the man who'd come to live under the dust and refuse of the surface. But it was there, beneath the hard duracrete, that he'd forged a kingdom. There was no majesty to it. It was a kingdom of vile murder, senseless greed, and vicious cruelty but it was his.

This was to be his gang's first true fight off of the streets. Raj was confident, but he boasted no impressive fleet. His complement consisted of three heavy patrol craft, modified to suit the needs of the various slum-lords and gangsters he'd brought along with him. They were draped in the full regalia that one might expect. Up and down the ships were coated with graphic, albeit cartoon-ish, images of murder and various beasts of alien origin. Alongside these fierce symbols of violence were the all-too-typical lewd scrawls of humanoid women that so many of them found to be in good taste. He didn't really know how it would come across professionally, but sometimes what the boys wanted the boys got.

Sat in the bridge of one of the patrol craft, the irritable underlord idly rested his head on his hand and awaited news of any friendly contacts coming out hyperspace.

"You're sure we're at the right spot, Tak?" he'd say, an impatient sigh passing through his nose shortly afterwards.

"Dead sure, Boss." the helmsman, a rather young Zabrak, said rigidly.

Well kark. The wait would continue. He truly hoped he wouldn't be the only one showing up this little shindig, but then again it could only mean more loot for him and his. He didn't have high hopes for that happening. He was, after all, a little bit early.



[member="Myra"]

 

[Bachus]

Bachus knew duty. He lived and breathed Black Sun. It did not matter who was making a power grab—if Myra gained power, Black Sun gained power. That is all the cragmoloid needed to know. His modified light freighter, able to accommodate his large frame, sidled up next to the airlock on the side of the space station. His escort, a pair of Mandalorians on the Black Sun payroll, were quickly at work on the blast door separating their ship and the inside of the large space station.

A chime beeped and the blast door shot open. As soon as it recessed away, the huge cragmoloid ducked through the airlock and reached out across the hallway. A gamorrean was waiting on the other side of the blast door and quickly leveled his blaster rifle. It tried to fire a shot off from his blaster rifle, but the elephant-like creature plucked the weapon from the pig-species with its left hand. With its right hand, the Black Sun enforcer punched out, catching the gamorrean’s snout with devastating force. The sentry collapsed in a heap with its face obliterated into a mess of cartilage and bone. From his back, the huge sentient pulled a pair of miniguns and settled one in each hand. With methodical precision, the enforcer began making his way down the corridor and began spinning up the pair of barrels as the Hutt's protectors began to fill the passageways…

[member="Myra"]
[member="Rajo Sobek"]

 

[Rajo Sobek]

It had become increasingly apparent to Raj that the assault must have already begun. He didn't much recognize Bachus's ship, but he could recognize the symbology of the Black Sun well enough from where he stood on the bridge of his own Gozanti.

Soon enough he'd be in the exact same situation, albeit on the other side of the station. It seemed appropriate since he could only imagine that the base's security would most likely be sending everyone and their mother to fight the initial threat. Whoever it was that had landed first, Raj was sure they'd meet up eventually in all of the chaos. With a small detachment of several gang members he made his own way towards one of the station's sealed up airlocks.

It would take about a minute before his own men had cut through the durasteel barrier, rushing in just afterwards to find a receiving corridor empty aside from a few droids that were milling about completing their humdrum tasks of the day. The quiet reception didn't remain that way for long, however, and soon enough a fresh contingent of the pig-like warriors that had engaged his comrades had begun to rush towards him and his men.

No one had to wait for an invitation.

Dropping the first two unfortunate beasts, Raj waved a hand to the rest of his small squad of goons that remained in the threshold of the airlock, smiling confidently as they rushed forward to fire at the approaching grunts. They certainly didn't last long and soon enough the young crime lord was walking past those crisped aliens, looking down the various corridors as he did. It came into his mind that he didn't really have a clear objective besides "taking" the station. That would have been a fine thing to do, except that he didn't really enjoy the thought of risking his own skin taking the bridge when he could still scout out the lower levels for treasures that he could claim before the rest of the Suns arrived. Regardless, he was still making steady progress towards the core of the station and presumably stronger resistance.

[member="Bachus"] | [member="Myra"]