Taking down the Besadii (Ylesia)

[Darrunga Kalsiljic]

Due to the violent usurpation of the former Hutt Grand Council, several prominent Hutt families violently retaliated against the newest leaders of the Hutt Cartel. One such Hutt Kajidic was the Besadii, an ancient Hutt family that had years of history. The recently deceased Besadii head actually was the one of the members of the Hutt Grand Council that Darrunga and his associates murdered.

The Besadii controlled Ylesia and the space surrounding it. Ylesia was a major spice and slave trading hub for the Hutt Cartel, and now the vast income of the planet was denied to the Hutts. Therefore, Darrunga and the rest of the new Hutt Grand Council decided that one of the first of the Five Families they would have to subdue would be the Besadii.

The plan was simple. The Besadii deeply desired to have Darrunga's head and that of the rest of the new Hutt Council put on a spike. So, Darrunga thought the he himself would be excellent bait to draw their attention.

Using his space yacht, Darrunga entered the Ylesia system and almost immediately attempted to make contact with the Besadii as he landed the space yacht in a wide, open clearing several miles from the capital colony of the planet. Darrunga expect that there would be an eventual standoff, as the Besadii would not have had the firepower to utterly destroy his space yacht yet they would be hesitant to attempt to board it.

This plan, thus, hinged on a second part. When the Besadii would have began their futile standoff, a crack term of mercenaries would have infiltrated Colony One and attempt to take control of it. The defenses of the colony would have been enough to ward away the Besadii's own forces that left the confines of it, thus leaving the Besadii powerless.

Of course, this all depended on how well the plan proceeded. There was always the chance of something going horribly wrong, and the Besadii could have been much more powerful in combat than Darrunga assumed. Yet, as his space yacht settled down on Ylesia's surface, Darrunga knew that he had already committed too much to back down and would have to rely on his fellow Hutts and those he hired.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin stood within the innards of a small transport ship along with a dozen other mercenaries of various size, shape, species, and half a dozen other things he could think of. The Dreadlord stood there, holding onto the loop form the ceiling. He wore thick armor, and a mask over his face. He was the only mercenary within the ship to not carry an obvious weapon, curious for the blademaster who was known for blades and other weapons alike. He simply stood, watching and waiting for the transport to arrive.

One of the mercenaries turned to him and regarded his lack of weaponry with a snarl.

“You won't kill many with only knives.”

The Dreadlord stared at the man, he considered killing him. Snapping his neck with but a thought would have been easy, making him into a drooling idiot would have been even easier. Moridin considered this for a few seconds, contemplating murdering the man for his insolence. He stopped himself however, knowing that that would blow his cover.

Moridin had made a deal with the Hutts, he would aid in their invasions and their dominions of other worlds and in return he would get something from them. So he played nice, even with the other scum that they made him deal with. “Watch me.”

Moridin said softly and with distorted vibrations through his mask. He stared at the other man, his faceless visage bringing the man to his proverbial knees.

 

[Barrett Haskins]

“You won’t kill many with knives.” The creepy looking guy said in reply to Barrett’s questioning his lack of weaponry. 'Whatever you say I don't see anyone using knives.' He thought, little did he know his life had almost ended at the hands of the Sith Master he had angered. Barrett took in a deep breath of air, gripping the blaster rifle he had been given by the Hutts to ‘secure an asset’ as they put it. He had been hired to fly wounded mercenaries in and out of the battlefield but at the last minute the Hutts decided he could be used as a mercenary since he had said something about being able to work his way around a blaster.

Haskins had found himself out of credits again, this time he had been stranded on Nar Shaddaa trying to find someone to buy his ship so he could at least afford food until a job came around, at which point he’d take the money he had been saving and didn’t touch and buy another ship and do the job and the vicious cycle would repeat itself. This time he was in the slimy grasp of the Hutts. They had taken their claim of that sector of the galaxy and it was easy enough for the smuggler to get a job, they had him run a simple narcotics run and then they told him they had a job for him. Little did Barrett know that they used him to smuggle the drugs and then figured they’d toss him out by sending him into battle with the crazy guy who was talking about knives. 'Good going Haskins, trying to get yourself killed agian.' He knew if he survived this the Hutts would be impressed enough to keep him alive at least.

His hands gripped his blaster when the faceless figure spoke to him once more. Whatever he was doing on the ship the smuggler had little time for, the Hutts had their shady dealings just like Haskins had his. The usually very rebellious Barrett wouldn’t question whatever it was he had decided to anger. It would soon be time for action and Barrett, who had yet to kill anyone, found himself growing more and more anxious.

 

[Turin Val Kur]

The banter that droned over the sound of the clunky transport was irritating. It caused his antennae to twitch and was giving him a migraine, however, he knew that many of these mercs weren't coming out of this alive. 'What exactly IS this?' he thought to himself, his grip on the overhead loop tightening. It was the second phase of the New Hutts' hostile takeover. They were being sent to Ylesia to eradicate the Besadii family heads and take control of the world for the New Hutts. Vuko shifted his medium frame around in his heavy looking armor confidently before looking over the other Mercs. He was recently put in command of much of the Hutt's private forces, and though he would have rather stayed in the comfortable Space Yacht with Darrunga out of the fire, but Darrunga thought otherwise...

And so he was here. Ready to land and in command of this small infiltration team. Turbulence shook the transport, but not his resolve. He had to survive this fight, and every other one in the future if he was to achieve his goal. <Alright listen up! The honorable Darrunga Kalsiljic has given himself up as bait! We are to use this distraction while another team holds off Besadii's forces at Darrunga's Yacht! We are to infiltrate Colony One and use this lack of personnel to our advantage and take the colony! Afterwards we are to double back to the Yacht and mop up any hostiles left. Understood?> He awaited their response hopefully they all understood Huttese, his basic wasn't the greatest and he knew very few would actually know his native tongue. He noticed he had the strange Jedi mercenary from the initial take over within his ranks. He expected a lot from him. He hoped that he showed the same enthusiasm here as he did at the meeting.

 

[Barrett Haskins]

If for some unfortunate reason you spend enough time in Hutt space to pick up the language, you need to check your priorities. It was the language of diplomats and pirates, of the rich and the poor, of the greedy and of the slightly less greedy; it was as common as the basic tongue in most parts of space when you were dealing with merchants or bounty hunters. Barrett had a penchant for picking up languages and Huttese was far easier than Bocce. What the Rodian said was noble, but Barrett knew that Hutts never did anything out of the kindness of their heart; there was always a price to be paid for kindness when you dealt with the Hutts. However, Haskins figured it was safer to go with it for now, seeing as dying before you land in the warzone isn’t a good move.

“Chesop kutata kreesta krenko, nyakoska.” He offered back to the Rodian, it was a lie however, he hadn’t been looking forward to this but with the Hutts you have to keep face at all times, it was like the could smell the fear. It would be only a little bit longer before they would touch down and the violence would begin, it was almost a forced calm the smuggler felt, he knew he had to be prepared for this or else he would die.

 

[Blagga Vajlicsic Indora]

Blagga reclined in his chair, on the yacht that Darrunga had brought to Ylesia. He appreciated the plan. It was a delightful feint. Distract the natives with a tantalizing prize but in reality be taking their power right out from under them. All around Blagga did not like being a decoy though. But he had analyzed the data and it seemed to be a safe move. One which could be done with reasonable amounts of safety. So there he was. Relaxing and waiting for the stand off to come in full.

<So when do you think they will try something stupid?>

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin just looked at the other mercenaries, some of them looked like children not ready for a fight, others looked like they hadn't experienced the horrors of war and were only here because they were forced. The Dreadlord looked at them all, staring into their eyes and trying to discern how they would do in combat. He wasn't very worried about them watching his back, he didn't need it. He was more worried about one of them panicking and shooting him in the back, an unpleasant thought.

One of them spoke in Huttese, a filthy guttural language. The Dreadlords face turned into a scowl slightly as the Rodian spoke. He hated Huttese, it was an ugly language with absolutely no elegance to it. The man apparently fancied himself in charge, interesting.

Moridin only knew one thing, when the dropship hit the ground he would head straight towards the governor's quarters and kill whoever remained there. The Dreadlord was quite ready to further support the Hutts, and taking this planet would go a long way to solidifying their relationship.

 

[Darrunga Kalsiljic]

Without much trouble, the yacht managed to settle down several kilometers from the colony. It was far enough away that the Besadii's forces would not have been aware of much going on.

Turning to Blagga, Darrunga responded in Huttese, < Pretty soon. Most of their bigger weapons are out in space securing their cargo. I sent a transmission asking for an audience while mid transit. They should be on their way. >

Then on queue, several skiffs and sail barges could be seen racing toward the yacht from the horizon. It seemed that a significant amount of the Besadii's forces were on their way. Most likely, they would have a representative of the Besadii or the new head of the kajidic with them, which both Darrunga and Blagga could distract.

< Feel free to say whatever you wish, comrade, > Darrunga told Blagga, < It is not as if it'll matter after our mercenaries take over the colony. >

 

[Blagga Vajlicsic Indora]

Blagga eyed the skiffs through the ports on the side of the yacht. He had just a few months ago convinced a group of skiffs filled with Mercenaries to join the new Hutt Cartel leadership. Some of those mercenaries were on the planet right now. They were getting a decent amount of pay and soon he would know if they were worth it.

The skiffs landed and soldiers began to come out. He really had no interest in walking out and meeting them. Seemed an unnecessary risk, <Should we meet them?>

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Gunrunning, supplies, and the like were the making of any kind of conflict.

Danger just simply enjoyed making a profit out of it.

So here she was, on Ylesia with three ships worth of cargo full of as much weapons any hive of scum and villiany would admire to make use of. Specifically, the Hutt Cartel's mercenary forces.

With a wide hip swagger that tempted any male of any species with a fetish for a full figured woman, Danger made her way over to the Hutt ( @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]any hutt who wants to join ) who contracted her, a small data pad in her hand.

"Delivered in full, oh most honorable one."

 

[Keter]

He laughed as he spun the Fury through the air, several fighters on his tail. He loved this. Being the Knight of the Skies. A self-given title true, and not one he shared until he knew he could live up to it. But his eyes always gave him an edge in such encounters. His Fury, his beloved Inferno Duo, had been repainted with the bold colors of the cartel, and he had dropped into colony airspace ahead of the dropships to play the role of aerial distraction.

Of course, they had chosen to mostly ignore him and focus on the incoming transports, but a quick bombing run of their aerospace facilities had refocused their attentions nicely. Keter hoped the plan the Hutts had put in motion was going well. He was just a mercenary after all, and not privy to their grand discussions. At least for now. The Fury began to rise into the clouds, weaving and darting amongst them as the few fighters the locals had kept on his tail.

They were to the south of the colony now, and Keter could read the information streaming across the console in front of him declaring the dropship to be nearing it's target. He smiled beneath his flight mask. Distraction complete. Now was time for some fun! He pulled back on the sticks sharply, the craft pointing towards the skies above, using it's entire profile to slow down. Two of the fighters flashed past him, visible on his radar, and a third clipped it's wing on the hull of the Fury. The unfortunate fighter lost it's stability and fell into a spin, dropping away from the battle down to the ground below.

 

[Turin Val Kur]

Explosions off in the distance. A short beep on his wrist com, the lblue light illuminating a part of the transport. Finally, the signal had come now he wondered if their pilot had gotten them to the target landing zone. <How far out are we?> he asked the pilot from his wrist com. "We'll be there in about thirty seconds!" came the reply. A satisfied nod from the Rodian. <Alright! Ready your gear! We drop in ten!> From the transparisteel window of the transport he could see the other Hutt transports dipping their noses towards the ground as they began their decent. Hopefully the guards and militia were preoccupied with the explosions in the aerospace facilities.

Thoom! Thoom!

The sound of the anti-air cannons rang throughout the sky as the rounds exploded mid air, rocking the ship. It was a little unsettling, but he trusted the pilot. Well, trusted wasn't exactly the word he would use for any of the people he kept in his company, but suffice to say he didn't think the Hutts chose crappy pilots. The mechanical screech of the old transport's landing gear brought a feeling of calm to the Rodian. They had finally landed. As the doors opened he heard surprised shouts and curses in a variety of languages from the guards and militia stationed on Ylesia. They weren't expecting them, and they had been caught with their pants down. <Move!> the Rodian shouted, firing a few rounds off from his blaster rifle as he charged off the transport. The green bolt of energy hit two guards square in the chest, killing them instantly. They didn't have long until they began a counter attack and the first moments of battle were critical. Mercs all around him charged forward, guns blazing, the smell of burning flesh wafted over his nose. It wasn't something he enjoyed, but he knew that it meant he was one step closer to achieving his goal.

 

[Barrett Haskins]

The winds were harsh against the hull of the transport, Barrett knew that they were actually rounds exploding midair and shaking the ship, however, being the optimist he was (scared), he tried to convince himself it was the wind. His gun was loaded and ready to fire, the sweat started to form at his brow, he knew he would take his first life that day, he knew that getting himself deep with the Hutts wouldn’t be good for him but never did he expect he’d be taking a life this early in with them.

The transport took a dive down, they would be there soon, soon the doors would open and the blaster fire would rain out like an erupting volcano, both sides taking no prisoners, this was an aggressive takeover. Closing his eyes as his brows had now started to actually perspire, he wiped the sweat away and took a deep breath, he was here now and worrying about it wasn’t going to do anyone any good. He was in line with murderers and scallywags, and to get himself out of debt it seemed he had to stoop to their level.

A loud screech was heard as the ship touched down, Barrett rocked back and forth, a tiny ripple of motion compared to the sea of combat he was about to enter. When they landed he was still a nervous wreck and knew he needed to do something to quell his nerves or else he’d be as good as dead. ‘Of course!’ he thought, taking the cigarettes out of his pocket and lighting one when the doors slid open. The smuggler took a large hit of the tobacco and exhaled as everyone was charging from the transport, Haskins casually jumping off, if he was going to kill somebody at least he was going to look like a badass doing it…unless he got shot.

A bullet whizzed close to his face, forcing him to realize he needed to take cover because there was nothing cool looking about getting your head blown off…well kinda…nevermind. The rogue tumbled behind a crate, this would be where he would see real battle, it appeared this was the glorious rebirth he had been looking for when he joined the Hutts, then he realized this was also not a time for sarcasm, another reason to hate war. He figured that at least he had a cigarette and a full blaster, hearing death on both sides of him. He took in a deep breath and stood up, aiming his gun at the enemy and shooting…

 

[Tefka]

Deep within a Cantina on Ylesia

"EE CHOKA WONGU, HO HO HO"

Tefga pranced around the dance floor like a mad slug, churning both of his jawa juice goblets in his sausage fingered hands.

"HO HO HO!"

The Hutt downed them both, looking out at the crowd as the music deafened the explosions happening outside. A Twi'lek threw her lekkus around his shoulders, bumping and grinding like a high school prom.

"POODOO!"

 

[Avicus DuSang]

Yellow eyes closed as the straw went in his nose. In one solid inhale, the two lines of spice were ingested. The straw was dropped onto the mirror and he flopped back in his chair. Yellow eyes opened as he watched @[member="Tefga"] dance and laugh.

It was a well known fact that Ylesia was a hostile world towards the Cartel. The Besadii wished to defy the Cartel, as such, they needed to be made an example of. So, where the Hutt was focused on living it up, the Sith Lord was focused on business.

As the drip hit the back of his throat, he sparked up a cigarette. At any moment, an assassin or merc could bust through the door. If that were the case, Avicus would be ready. But, until then, he'd simply enjoy his high.

Wearing a black silk suit, fingers ran along the fabric. His six sabers were in his jacket pocket. Taking a long drag, he exhaled the smoke from his nostrils. His sunglasses came down, a smirk on his face.

 

[Tefka]

Explosions wore on overhead, resounding throughout the cantina, but it sounded as if it were a remix to the local band's rendition of the Hutt's classical favorites. Still laughing merrily and frolicking with the natives, Tefga began slowly sliding across the floor towards the bar where he would find @[member="Avicus DuSang"]. Slamming down a goblet of jawa juice, the engorged liquid spilling all over the counter top, the Hutt planted his face on the bar and began to inhale what looked like a line of spice.

Lifting his head and pounding the counter three times, the Hutt's green scaly head turned towards the Sith Lord.

]|[ Why so serious, Sith? ]|[, he asked in his native tongue.

 

[Avicus DuSang]

Yellow eyes watched the Hutt consume a line of spice, moving his arms back to avoid getting the spilled drink on his suit. Have you ever seen a Hutt snort spice? The 'line' was the size of Avicus' forearm.

And that was just a little bump to them.

His shades were pushed back to once again cover his eyes. Taking another drag off of his cigarette, he smirked. "Lord Tefga, you know I'm always serious when it comes to business. Once the traitors in Besadii are removed and Ylesia comes under our protection, then I'll celebrate."

Since he was a Knight, he did a lot of business in Hutt Space. At one time, he was smuggling their spice to Coruscant to sell to his fellow nobles. Over time, one learns Huttese to ensure nothing gets lost in translation. It was simply good business.

After his exceptionally brief tenure with the Protectorate, the Sith Master found his way to Nar Shaddaa. There, he happened across his old contact who had made quite a name for himself within the Cartel. He was given a proposition he couldn't refuse.

And the Cartel gained a useful asset.

Snuffing his cigarette into a nearby ashtray, he listened to the bombs going off outside. The Besadii were costing the Cartel a significant chunk of money and resources. Unneccesary expenditures were very bad for business.

 

[Siara Kai]

Information was the game and this was how she got her credits at the end of the day.

While many were busy drinking the night away or merely trying to see which moist Hutt tail was bigger than the other, Siara was busy relaying key strategic positions to those who would arrive fashionably late.

To various comm frequencies, one after the other, she gave specific nav points to raid.

It would be deadly. Brutal. Fun.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

With her credits now in her account, all Danger had to do was watch the chaos unfold.

With her weapons now being handed out to the various pirates and mercenary outfits, it was time to get to work.

A smirk drew over the buxom redhead as she watched them all gather. Coordinates had been relayed; soon.

 

[Tefka]

Tefga nodded his approval and began to slither outside.

"Summon the droids with my Vonduun Skerr Hutta armor, L-8P0"

He awaited them while standing nearby @[member="Avicus DuSang"] for the droids to appear with his armor.