Swap Meet: Pergitor [The Kathol Outback and friends]

[Jorus Merrill]

PERGITOR - sort of a crappy planet. Wrecked a long while back, studded with domed cities and sealed shadowports. Right next door to the Karideph breadbasket and the Kal'Shebbol offramp to the Kathol Sector proper. Pergitor's a good place to go to ground, and meet other people who've gone to ground, and those people have stuff.

Oh, the stuff. Trophies, salvage, homemade products, detritus you've picked up along the way. Someone always has stuff worth looking at, for barter or a good price. Swap meets between allies and friends can also provide cover for Underground supply distribution.

We turn now to the battered assault cutter D'Lessio, scarred from the fight for Kal'Shebbol. One of many subcapital ships in a massive Pergitor docking dome, the D'Lessio and a couple of freighters are offloading things of every description. Forcer containment collars buzzing with trapped insects; massive tractor emitters for towing stuff through hyperspace; ugly fething guns that hit like a starfighter's ion cannon and ignore shields; rings that boost courage and other things besides; hovering droids for boarding starships; rusty Rekali Ganker Limpets for walking off with space stations; .357 Calrissian hyperdrives, short-range but blindingly quick; electroray carbines for knocking out electronics en masse; concealed wrist blades for wristbladey things; comprehensive star maps of just about anywhere. The Underground has access to some genuinely weird stuff.

OOC/ This is open to TKO members and friends. It's a good opportunity for a major faction contract, though the Underground/TKO doesn't have much in the way of money, and we're set on sticking to the Firefly/Outer Rim aesthetic. The OOC thread is here if you have any questions.

 

[Saffron]

P E G I T O R

Arceneau Trade had seen some spread into the Kathol Outback during the time of the Moross Crusade and the Omega Protectorate. However, these were not the traditional stations scattered here and there. Travel could take months, even years with an experienced pilot. So in order to ensure that their trade stations and outposts were stocked, a massive convoy of a Connestoga-class Heavy Freighter and a couple of Peregrine-class Armed Freighters made the long pilgrimage to restock.

Knowledge of the local swapmeet led local Arceneau Trade attendants to send a few of their goods. It would be a combination of PharmaTech, Browncoat Arms, and Haven Shipyards. Nothing too fancy, but allowed those interested in buying the goods at reasonable prices or barter; as it was the preferred method of trade out here in the Outback.



TEXTILES/ MATERIALS

• Spidersilk Elastex: Very resistant to Blasters and Vibroblades, stretchy and pliable
• Fused Quartz Crystalline Mesh : EMP and Ion Resistant
• Solarium Glasteel: Blaster proof, Clear solar sail technology, stronger than Glasteel.
• Plastiray - Substance - + Got Frayed wires?! - This spray can quickly coat an item, much like electrical wiring, and provide a quality 10 level of electrical insulation.
• Solaria Glasteel Panels - + Clear solar sail technology + Has heating elements as well as lights for illumination.+ Blaster proof -
• Solaria Globe - + Clear solar sail technology enhanced with water + Blaster proof + Microtracker effectively captures sun and moon rays by tracking the the course of the sun, tilting the panels along with it allowing for a solar energy solution that is 70% more efficient than standard solar sail technology.
• Power Armor Liner-+ Reduced Kinetic Damage Advanced Environmental Protection

CONCEALED WEAPONS

• Mother-of-Pearl Hairsticks An accessory that are aesthetically pleasing to the eye, safe for the wearer to don at any occasion, and deadly when facing down a potential assailant.
• 
  Serenity Flashbang Incense: Concealable; Looks just like incense and can be used like so too! Blinds and deafens targets within its range rather than killing them for both organic and inorganics alike.
  
• Czerka Fighting Knife - A Phirk Fighting Knife

TECH

• Pulse Resistant Covering : significantly decrease EMP damage for small powered items, such as blasters, lightsabers, and datapads.
• M1-HMS-227 Mining Power Suit: An extremely durable Mining Power Suit that can survive in all manner of environments.

SHIP PARTS

• TE-413 Fusial Engines:These engines are built using designs seen in ancient and current StealthX and other stealth and cloaking Starfighters. The TE-413 is an engine built to use TibannaX Fuel.

PHARMACUDICALS
Bio-Chem

• Sil-Alert Stim - Be able to counter the pheromones of Zeltrons and Falleen on your next visit to Zeltros! Going to battle? Raid? Keep your focus on the mission at hand and not on the wenches around you!
• Silphia Stims -- Monthly birth control stim-shot.
• Neema Stim and Pill- Quarterly use contraceptive up to 95% effective! No harsh mood swing effects!
• 
  : + Clarity: This diluted and refined Carsunum addition allowed for a boost of both mental and physical abilities much like the typical Carsunum. Force Suppression:Once ingested, inhaled, or injected, the Force Sensitive would find themselves weakened in the Force to the point of being registered as a Non Force User for up to 3 hours. They will not be able to use the Force during this time.
  
  

 

[Titan]

Titan walked into the dome, he had met a few members of this group before, and saw that they were having some sort of gathering. A sales market or something. He tapped his datapad and created a menu of Clan Kryze Shipyards most popular models. He was willing to barter for transport through Outback space instead of money, but he still wanted some money.


Cruisers:
Finisher-class cruiser
Captivator-class cruiser

Space Stations:
Freedom-class Space Station

Corvette's:
Redundance-class Corvette-A hard hitting pocket carrier
Corusant-Class Unarmed Corvette-Can also be piloted by low level droids or auto pilot as a ram.

Starfighters:
Starbird-clas heavy interceptor​-A fast, hard hitting starfighter
Echoy'la-Class heavy starfighter-Just read the name.


[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Saffron"]

Jorus' daughter Mara was off on the other side of the galaxy, rebuilding Coruscant and recuperating from her Mandalorian encounter on Ilum. The Mandos had walked off with her ship -- Jorus' old ship, the Bullet Time -- so she'd asked him to keep an eye out for something good. Those TE-413 engines caught his eye and then some. Haven Shipyards was a decent name, and Coren Starchaser's fingerprints were all over this particular design. They hadn't parted on the best of terms, too many fundamental disconnects, but Jorus still confessed he missed the fether. Sentiment aside, too, he liked those engines. Run slow and quiet, or run fast and bright: they'd give Mara options, regardless of what ship she installed them on. Even if it didn't end up having a stealth suite, quiet running made all the difference if you happened to be pointed away from someone trying to get you in their crosshairs.

The Pergitor dome couldn't fit a Connestoga, but it could fit a Peregrine and some shuttles easily enough. While Jorus manned the fort, he had one of his guys amble over to the ATC-and-subsidiaries corner of things. The guy's job was to make an offer for a quartet of TE-413's: a twenty-pack of electroray carbines. Maybe not what ATC needed, but certainly a Thing Worth Trading. An intermediary step, as it were. The emissary was also open to counteroffers; his initial offer was a guess.

That was sort of a personal purchase, though. The main offer was a single monstrous tractor beam emitter in exchange for a low-level but ongoing supply of Plastiray to the Kathol Outback. The Underground only had so much in the way of electronics, and Plastiray could make all the difference for operational lifespan in really remote areas.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

The Underground didn't have much in the way of money, but it did desperately need ships and stations. Beyyr ambled up to [member="Titan Kryze"], squinting at the menu. A tiny hovertranslator bobbed along behind him.

"Nahss."

"General Beyyr expresses appreciation for your wares."

"Brrrrokke."

"However, the organization which he represents is somewhat strapped for cash at the current time."

Beyyr gestured at an image of the Freedom-class civilian station, which looked like it was almost, but not quite, ready to go to market.

The little droid harrumphed. "The General would be interested in procuring a number of your civilian stations, due to their food production capability and multiple corvette-scale hangars."

"Debitebitebitedet."

"Would you be willing to consider a payment plan or barter?"

 

[Titan]

"A little bit of both actually, see you guys are starting to acquire land right? So in return for I would say three stations, me, and my company employees, ships and repersentative's get free, unhindered, passage through Outback Space, how does that sound, General Beyyer?" Titan replied, a generous offer if he did say so himself, after all the stations costed nearly 18 million apiece. But the Outback seemed like it was gaining force, and as such he wanted that passage, he could station of few of his new drydocks in their space.

 

[Titan]

[member="General Beyyr"]

 

[Saffron]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

The Peregrine docked and Jorus's envoy would be pleased to know that there was little traffic as so far, allowing him to be greeted by a fluttering Toydarian by the name of Urg.

"Welcome, good patron, welcome." he would beckon with a mottled blue green hand, those three fingers encouraging him to come in. "Please, do come in. We have many items that might be of interest to you." he would state, his large nose waving over his tusks with each word he spoke.

"Can I help you with anything in particular?"

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

As with the GPCC, it wasn't the Design Triumvirate that was sent off to the Kathol Outback. Kolda knew that the Kathol Outback didn't have that much money so he knew better than to sell large capital ships, much less ask the Kathol Outback to pre-order the Ultima-class bulk freighter. He flew the AT-AT barge he called a Kamek-class medium transport, but almost everyone else called an AT-AT barge, especially in First Order space, due to it being used to transport two AT-ATs at once, provided that the legs are folded. Even Star Tours, which was one of the main civilian operators of AT-AT barges, referred to those as such. It was capable of transporting an entire squadron of Zambonis by superimposing two layers of Zambonis in a 2x3 configuration. His escort, a rather new pilot that was employed in the testing process, flew a TIE Reaver. Some Kathol Outback official hailed them over comm before he could land.

"These dangerous areas of the galaxy are much more likely to see the use of minefields than anywhere else. The Galactic Alliance has had some success in using a squadron of Zamboni minesweeping main battle tanks in operational conditions, and my assistant is piloting a TIE Reaver, specifically designed to use heavy bombs weighing up to a ton apiece" Kolda told the official over comm.

"Also, for maintaining a fleet of even small capital ships, you may be interested in having a drydock capable of extending and retracting in seconds to fit the ship being serviced as well as being hyperspace-capable. Clan Kryze acquired 18 of those things, in exchange of which they provided Ringo Vinda with nine of these arcologies they call a Freedom-class station; perhaps the Kathol Outback would be interested in one or two of these Egroegs. And the AT-AT barge can be reconfigured as a picket corvette, too" the escort pilot continued.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Aerin Kath]

Aerin had finally put together a new ship, a new business and new speeders, time to sell them, and maybe make a few new friends in TKO, Aerin's ship and mobile garage, The Chickadee, touched down in one of the domes, setting up a stall and sign next to his ship that said: Ultra-light, Ultra-fast, Ultra cheap, Ultra reliable

Willing to take custom orders for speeders, and also sell for recipes for food, credits, or other tech, in the price-range for TKO of course

Speeder bikes

• ULR-Model-0: Ultra light racing speeders, unarmed but as fast as nothing else, please drive responsibly
• ULR-Model-1: Ultra light "racing" speeders, armed with front facing shock projectors, slightly slower than it's older brother but drive just as responsibly

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Saffron"]

The envoy, a lithe, nubile Ugnaught named Dorp, beamed a smile.

"I bring word from General Jorus Merrill of the Underground," she said. "One personal request and one on behalf of the cause. His daughter's ship was captured by Mandalorians not long ago, and he'd like to barter for four TE-412 fusial thrust engines. Here is the D'Lessio's cargo manifest-" Dorp offered a datapad. "-and he'd like to offer, as an opener, a case of twenty electroray carbines, top of the line.

"In terms of the Underground's needs, your Plastiray substance would extend operational life expectancy for our commscan network from Kal'Shebbol to Demonsgate, as well as any number of other emplacements and ships. We don't need much but we do need a consistent, permanent supply. The General offers one of these...tractor emitters. They're for towing starships and asteroids through hyperspace."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Titan Kryze"]

"Dope."

"General Beyyr is most pleased with your offer."

"Notrstuf."

"He reminds you that the Underground holds little direct control over many areas of the Kathol Sector and Kathol Outback, but you are welcome at Underground ports throughout."

"Sssssh."

"Naturally, for operational security reasons, several Underground ports are kept secret from the public and corporate partners; even many Undergrounders do not know where these ports may be located."

"Yupyup."

The hovering translation droid bobbed happily. "In the end, however, he believes this to be an equitable exchange and accepts your terms wholeheartedly."

***

[member="Charzon Loulan"]

The traffic controller was an Underground member, and the enthusiastic pilot's listing was relayed to the right people.

"I hear you," said the traffic controller. "Sending you a landing course now." He paused, then-

"I'm informed that the swap meet's organizers are interested in your adjustable drydocks. A Wookiee named Beyyr will meet you after you've come through into the landing dome."

 

[Titan]

"Pleasure doing buisness with you. I'll be here for a little longer if any of you're compadre's want to buy anything." Titan replied, he had expected some hagalling but hadn't got it.

 

[Saffron]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

Urg brought his hand up to lightly rub his chin, playing with the five small hairs there as he mused over the offer. " A a case of twenty electroray carbines for four TE-412 fusial thrust engines, eh?" there was no point to seem too eager; truth be told he was more interested in the tractor emitter. However, the Toydarian knew he had to play it cool.

"We can work that out," he finally said, three fingers extending out to the Ugnaught. "I hear you have a particular type of ion junker canon, eh?" he began, trying to milk a bit more. "A case of twenty electroray carbines and five of those junker canons and you have yourself a deal."

His wings fluttered at a high rate, hovering him closer, "As for the plastiray... we can honor that request, but with the way it is hard to travel in Kathol space... our shipments come once year. We will have to adjust further shipments to accommodate the Kathol Sector's needs. If this is agreeable, I can offer you half of the plastiray from this shipment, and replace the other half along with the rest of your supply at the next." That way, the trade station still had some plastiray for this years shipment and next year, they could simply adjust for the Kathol Sector's needs.

 

[Kobeon]

Roughly a month after his exodus from Kilia IV, Kobeon found himself on Pergitor. This was the most urbanised planet he'd come across thus far and, frankly, the hustle and bustle of people, mechpeople and starboats caused great distress in the young prince. The only thing keeping him sane was the noble quest he had left his home for.

Trade, he had been told, moved through this planet like water. So, trade he would. For the good of his people.

In a rather large port on the surface, Kobeon valiantly shouted like a trader generally would at a marketplace. At least, the marketplaces he knew.

"Lads 'n' lasses, bonny folk of Pergitor, ah have good linens, flavoursome bread 'n' sweet whiskey fir trade or sale! If killin's yer business, ah can surely provide the finest of iron weaponry 'n' armour, fir a fair price! Ah even have ancient artifacts from the before times fir exchange!"

It was unlikely that anyone could understand him and, even more unlikely still, that anyone was interested in his medieval wares, but, hey, it was worth a shot.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Saffron"]

Dorp batted six-inch-long wirebrush eyelashes. "Well, sir, those cannons are a treasure. Any one of them could take down a ship with those engines attached, if you use it right. If they're what catch your eye, though, the General does own one he could throw in with the carbines. His own junker cannon, now. Gently used, great condition." So far as she was concerned, the carbines had been too low a bid; the junker cannons were too high a counteroffer. Barter as usual. "With one of those junker cannons in on the deal, I'm betting you could see your way clear to throwing in enough Solarium Glasteel for a light freighter's windows. It's for the General's darling daughter, after all."

She took a moment longer to evaluate the Toydarian's counteroffer on the Plastiray. No escalation, just practicality concerns. The General had been right: ATC took those tractor emitters seriously. They were powerful tech -- but all value was relative, and a steady supply of Plastiray could go a long way toward serving the Underground's ongoing needs. "That's more than acceptable," she said. "Our people are used to rationing, and we know better than anyone how hard it is to navigate Kathol space. We can do twice a year, no question about it. You've got a deal."

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

S.D. INTERVENTION
Corellia Digital Explorer/Heavy Support Cruiser
In orbit of Pergitor

The run from Laekia to Voss had been hair-raising.

They'd lost an ion engine somewhere between Voss and Druckenwell, and blown the main power relays en route to Sullust. Suffice to say, the maiden voyage of the nine century old Republic ship was less 'graceful lady' and more geriatric damage control.

The deckplates were bucking hard with the torsion and stress caused by the Silkworm Transit System. The aged Venator was boasting a power core unlike any it had been designed to host, and expressing that power through a hyperdrive unlike any imagined for a ship this size in the Old Republic. But, as the mottled sea of hyperspace once again became the familiar backdrop of stars, the young Anzat could let out a sigh of relief that they'd arrived at the Minos Cluster.

...assuming, of course, that they'd worked out that little bug with the navi-computer. Not to say that the impromptu stop-over at Dagobah hadn't been wanted but... it really hadn't been.

"Are we where we're 'sposed to be?" the young Jedi asked, almost afraid of the answer, as he turned to look down at the Sasori manufactured working class droids down in the data pits.

"Astrometrics confirms we are in the Pergitor System, sir."

He could give a sigh of relief for that fact. Turning, he glanced up as a silver-plated, insect-like protocol droid approached with a datapad in hand. Safe to say, here comes the bad news.

"There were seventeen major system failures, not including the security droid that now believes itself to be a circus clown."

Seventeen, huh? Well, that was down from the one hundred forty-seven different malfunctions they'd encountered just trying to jump from Laekia to Voss. One almost catastrophic. Who knew those cooling systems on those Colossus reactors were so testy? "What's our clown up to now, anyway?" the boy inquired curiously.

"At last report, taming a wild rancor in crew support facility nine-echo-seven."

Crew support facility? What, with the majority of the ship's crew being droids they couldn't just call them crew lounges now? "Do we even have rancors on board?" the small Anzat inquired skeptically.

"No, sir. I believe its a Kushiban."

The boy just blinked as he looked up at the protocol droid. His mouth fell open, as he started to voice that those two were nothing alike.

"...but, I have on good report that its a Kushiban with a very gruff demeanor."

The boy just blinked a second time. Then he planted his face into the palm of his hand. Item number four hundred eighty-nine on the To Do list coming out of this shakedown cruise... replace ALL of the droid staff. Pulling his hand away, the young boy drew in a sharp breath as he popped back up. Fist raised triumphant, for the fact that they got here without blowing up, the youngling knight declared, "And on that note... TO THE ALDERAAN QUEEN!"

Short legs could move surprisingly fast. He was halfway down the walkway before the droid's voice caught him in mid-step.

"A minor footnote, sir..."

Somehow, he knew this was going to be about his ship.

He may be a Jedi, but he was also a Corellian. And one thing no one touched was a Corellian's ship. A bright, amber blade appeared as the boy turned and leveled his lightsaber toward the droid. If someone was about to say that they'd accidentally dumped the YT-2400 light freighter overboard, so help it, he was going to go dark lord of the Sith right now on this walking trash can.

"[member="Marque"] had to... borrow... some parts from your ship in order to get the cooling tank on the reactor operational again."

The child's face was a mix of emotions. He wanted to be angry, but... if it had saved all of their lives, that... that was kinda hard to be mad about. So instead, his face fell as his shoulders slumped in defeat. Shutting down his lightsaber, the boy tried to remain optimistic. This way okay. This was fine. They had shuttles and other ships in the hangar. "All right, what else do we got?"

"I have the Aluminum Falcon ready for your use, sir."

The young boy's head went back, then tilted to the side with a look of total confusion.

"What the feth is an Aluminum Falcon!?"

 

[Elaine Thul]

Elaine Thul had heard of [member="Jorus Merrill"] trying to get orders for kathol outback
She also knew they where skint, but that did not mean they did not assets.
So she sent him a message by holomail, as she was currently on coruscant.

Dear Jorus Merrill

I heard that you trying to equip yourselves, and as my home is nearby I feel obliged to help you in this endeavour.
How ever as I am aware your peoples coffers, are not at the fullest levels.
So I willing to offer you any my wares, at ten percent markup off cost making them.
However this does come at price, as I am sure you can appreciate.
Currently a lot my forces are in the core, and will be for quite some time.
As such my home may need protection, do you think it is possible to come to some sort of arrangement.

Yours sincerely Elaine of house Thul

The message contained an attachment, which contained her current catalogue.

 

[Zef Halo]

Word from the close to impossible for navigation Kathol sector had reached Zef Halo, a Mandalorian ex-smuggler who had recently opened a venture to provide the galaxy with beneficial pills, the so-called Chill Pills. The scoundrel had navigated once the Kathol sector but not even close to Demonsgate. During his smuggling run in that sector, he had befallen upon so much peril he had promised himself that he would not venture there again. He had wasted 90% of his paycheck to survive in that part of the galaxy

Well, not unless the payment was too good to be true.

Thus the Corellian Bolt docked upon where the 'garage sale' was going on - a docking dome on Pergitor. The clients could be any and Zef had sent one of his loyal assistants to spread the word of the Chill Pill - the ex-con artist turned Marketing Director for Chill Pill Industries Karyth.

--

Karyth looked for potential clients to sign contract with. The trandoshan himself had little connections in the Kathol sector, many of which had disappeared after the intervention of the so-called Kathol Outback in the sector.

The chill pill was a universal pill that could help everyone.

Tired of astrogation, almost crashed a ship into a sun, General [member="Jorus Merrill"] ? Need to chill ? Look no further.

Oddly-looking and with no possession of a soul ? Look no further for a solution, [member="Bryce Bantam"]. The Chill Pill is here.

Bad day at the IT office, too much slicing for a week, not enjoying life as a blonde ? There ya go, [member="Ria Misrani"]. A Chill Pill.

Terrible daddy issues and sick of looking after that wretched child [member="Lok Munin"] ? A Chill Pill would certainly help, [member="Runi Verin"].

RAAWWWWWRRRAWRaRWRW? RRARRARWWARARWWRARWRAW, [member="General Beyyr"].

[member="Cerita Sarova"], feeling like a plant ? Got the right fix for ya. The Chill Pill.

You seem lost, [member="Aerin The Lost"]. This will help you find the way. Exactly, The Chill Pill.

Too much adult responsibilities, [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] ? Time to feel like the ageless child that you are. Yep, The Chill Pill.


"Hey kids, wanna buy some Chill Pills ?"

 

[Aerin Kath]

looking at the man in ancient looking armor hawking his primitive wares, Aerin almost feels the need to laugh. "Excuse me my iron clad friend, but you seem to be far from home, would you like some lessons on flying ships and repulsor vehicles like my fine speederbikes here? I'll give you one for a few of your swords and maybe a recipe or two" [member="Kobeon"]