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Southern Hospitality

Durok's Pallaeon-class Star Destroyer
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Above the Planet Triton
20:30hrs local time​

The void of space inched by the viewing port of the Malice. The billions of tiny lights that dotted the galaxy seemed to stretch forever on a never ending path that no mortal being could ever hope to see the end of. To any rational creature the stars would bring a peace to the heart that could quell even the sickest of fantasies, but Durok was anything but rational. Thousands of years of life had made him spiteful and violent, and when he looked out upon the stars all he saw was opportunity for power and bloodshed. If the beast had ever had any form of civilized behaviors, they were long gone.
"You have a right to this galaxy." a familiar voice called to Durok from the dark reaches of his psyche.
"A right...yes...this galaxy is mine to own." Durok muttered to the voice that had no body as their was no one else in Durok's company on the view deck
"You will take it, kill everyone who is unworthy." the voice slithered in his head like the tongue of a foul serpent
Durok flared his face in anger "Only the strong survive, but it takes to much time."
"You are time."
"Time..." Durok echoed the voice as his dark eyes scanned the unknown
"immortal." The voice answered back, its already dark tone had turned pure evil as it hissed the word to the Gen'Dai
Before Durok could answer, there was a light hum as the door behind him slid open to reveal one of the many mercenaries hired by the South Systems Syndicate to operate their naval warships "Sir, one of the scheduled appointments is on its way to the hangar."
Durok turned to face the mercenary "Send him to the conference room, if I am there before him there will be consequences." Durok growled. The mercenary nodded,
"Of course sir." he answered sharply before spinning on dark boots. The man wore the common uniform worn by Syndicate navy men, jet black military cargo pants, Imperial issued military boots and a dark Navy Blue uniform shirt that was tucked into his pants under a belt that held a holster containing a DC series rechargeable pistol. The Syndicate required some standardization of the uniforms worn by the mercs who were signed on to the "professional" military force of the South Systems Syndicate just for security and easy recognition reasons.
Durok sighed a long breath of air through the dark grey mandalorian helmet that dated back to the Mando/Republic war. It was not in its original state, just like the rest of Duroks armor that was just pieced together through the centuries to adapt to modern combat. Most of the armor he wore was centuries old and had just been modified with modern shielding and armor plates to keep it up to date. The armor allowed the Gen'Dai to take on the appearance of a humanoid being, but his natural body mass gave his humanoid form an unnatural bulkiness that gave most the impression that he was an EXTREMELY muscular human male underneath his armor. The sight of the ancient Sith Sword across his back, from his time of fighting during the Jedi Civil war, coupled with the extendable blades on both wrists, the flamethrower built into the bottom of his right wrist gauntlet and the R-20 Scatter blaster on his hip made him all the more menacing.
Without much hurry, the massive being turned to meet his visitor(s)
 
Osos was heading to the conference room as ordered by the merc who came to greet him. The Verpine had been recently hired as a privateer by the SSS, and this was the first time he was going to meet "Boss". His ship, a Marauder class corvette, was docked inside of the massive Star Destroyer. Osos used his radio sensitive antennae to sample communications, listening to random frequencies. His large, unblinking compound eyes saw minute details, such as metal fatigue in doors. He walked into e confrence room, looking for his new employer.
 
Durok's heavy boots hit the metallic floor of the conference room with a thunderous clank as he stepped in. He looked down to the insect like privateer that had asked to join the Syndicate weeks ago and had just now been able to get to the Malice for a meeting with Durok. He was puny, much more puny than one would expect from somebody with such a dangerous occupation. Durok marched past the bug, his massive form towering over the pirate as his shadow swept over him.
"You are...small." Durok growled, his tone giving away the cast superiority he felt over his new employee
 
Osos looked his new employer straight in the eyes, still sampling radio waves to make sure he was safe, antennae twitching as he did so. He vibrated his wings slightly, just enough to create a melodic buzzing noise. "That I may be, but I make up for it in other ways. For example, I can see a microscopic flaw with your flame projector. If used again, it will be over-taxed and detonate. You might want it fixed."
 
Durok's head tilted so that his eyes were brought upon the flamethrowing device on his gauntlet, slowly he began a deep chuckle "That is impressive for a creature such as yourself." The beast brings the device to his face so he can closer inspect it himself, although he had no hope of seeing the flaw of which the pirate spoke. "If you are as resourceful as you say you are, then I trust that you will have no problem with the task I am to give you."
 
Osos's wings buzzed again as Durok chuckled. His large, unblinking eyes scanned the rest of the armor, noting that it was made of several antiquated peices, some hundreds or thousands of years old.
"And what would this task be?"
 

DurokNe'Ja

Guest
Durok placed his arm back at his side and looked the bug straight in his unblinking eyes "There is a Trandoshan, by the name Grasak. He has betrayed us, for this he must die. I need you to raid the trading route he has been using and return the items he has stolen from us. Grasak will no doubt be on the Trando vessel carrying the goods i would send my fleet but he is working with clients that must not know of our involvment. Kill him, return my property and you will have earned your place."

(I'm making the Trandos profile, its WIP right now)
 

DurokNe'Ja

Guest
"Then either you or my spies have failed me, and one of you will die to compensate for my loss." Durok hissed coldly
 

DurokNe'Ja

Guest
"Good, see that you do....you have access to any weaponry we have, they are mostly rifles. Do well, and i may help you upgrade that ship of yours as a reward."
 

DurokNe'Ja

Guest
Durok waved his hand "get out off my ship as soon as you are ready." With that the beast began to walk back out the door, conversing with with an unseen being as he left.
 
Osos detected scrambled radio waves, so he knew the caller was important in some way, but he didn't stick around to find out. He left the conference room, and headed down to his ship, a Marauder class corvette, known as The Pillager. He activated he engines, then brought it out from the ship bay into the darkness of space.
 

Cole Renfroe

Guest
As the Red Flacon {The Name} Captain Cole Renfroe had given his highly modified YT-1300 light freighter streaked by in long blackness of space. Cole took note of the specs of lights he turned to his astro droid “Just think R-7 if I only had one credit for every star I could I’d have fortune that would rivals even that of the Hutts, may the slugs rest in peace. Well any ways speaking of making money we’re to supposed this Southern Systems Syndicate rep, in a few hours right how we doing on time?” Cole asked his dark yet charismatic voice.
The R-7 unit made some beeps and chirps and went silent again, “Hot damn 20 minuets ahead of schedule and I’m noting pushing ya baby!” Cole exclaimed to his ship as if it was an actual living thing. With that Cole engaged the auto pilot, and went to get drink and catch a few zs before meeting his potential new employer.
 

DurokNe'Ja

Guest
Durok had begun taking apart his armor clean the separate pieces and fix minor maintenance issues. The steel he wore was a collection of ancient sith armor, Mandalorian steel and a multitude of pieces that served their purpose to protect his body of skinless and boneless muscle mass. As he sat, cleaning the chest plate, made from the armor of multiple mandalorians he killed centuries ago, the intercom in his quarters buzzed.

"Sir, the second appointment is inbound." A mercs voice notified him

"I'm busy, send him to my quarters." Durok growled,
 
The Pillager dropped out of Hyperspace in the system the targets were passing through. He ordered his First Mate to activate the Interdiction Field Generator and warm up the tractor beams. He had false documents that would make his ship seem to be a privateer working to protect this trade route. Another benefit of being in the SSS. It was only a matter of time until his target showed up.
 

Cole Renfroe

Guest
As the Red Flacon gentle touched down in the docking bay of the Pallaeon-class Star Destroyer Renfroe turned to his copilot an and partner in crime Croso Riggs, “Stay sharp, I trust these guys as far I can throw them .”


“Will do boss.” Crso replied resting his hand on his BlasTech DT-57 Heavy Blaster Pistol

Renfroe nodded resting his right hand on his illegally modified BlasTech DL-6H Heavy Blaster Pistol with that Renfroe he the ramp release button with his left hand. As the Boarding ramp lowered into its final resting position Renfroe and Croso were greeted by a group of uniformed mercs. As Renfroe and Corso cautiously made way down the ramp when they reached the end of it one of the mercs said “Follow us.”
As Renfore and Croso followed their armed escort through the hallways of the ship they booth an uneasy felling maybe it their escort or the ship imperial design it gave them booth the chills. Finally the halted at a door what would have the ships’ commander’s quarters if it were still in the empire.
 

DurokNe'Ja

Guest
The doors slid open behind Durok, and he turned, his body of piled flesh had taken a somewhat misshapen form from being out of armor for so long. He looked the man who stood in the door up and down "So...You are the new smuggler we hired...don't look like much." Druok looked back to his armor "Let's make this quick, I have other business. You will be paid by the quality of work you do on your jobs, and we get a forty percent cut of all independent work. You can join us full time as a trafficker with added benefits."
 

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