Public The Galactic Slave Trade [HSC / Open to All]

[Argos of the East]

Rurak 5 Space Station
876 ABY

The crowd gathered before the stage, tables set out in a usual black tie assortment. White table clothes, electrum plated cutlery, and twileks with trays of food dressed in little more than a bowtie. Most gathered had scars, smoked drug filled cigars, and more of a mean look to them than one would like - but they were dressed for the occasion, formal as they were.

Criminals most, set with a variety if seedy corpos, government officials, and the odd philanthropy magnate looking to turn heads with a generous purchase. Gathered today they were waiting for the grand reestablishment of the ancient slave trade the Hutts had always dominated. After years of Silver Jedi influence stomping and crushing its support - the Galaxy would finally have an influx of slaves.

The stages curtains pulled back and the announcer began to roll out the first set of slaves. Twileks, humans, a variety of aliens of various sizes, shapes, and colors - hands bound, necks covered with shock collars. A disgusting display of human chattel - but a profitable one.

"Welcome, Ladies and Aliens, to the Grand Auction! Before we begin, let us give thanks to the patron of our fair trade, Gorba the Hutt !"

The crowd collectively clapped, some stood and more followed. A few whistles followed as the collective attention moved to the VIP booth overseeing the entire auction - where the great Hutt Unifier sat eating a slug with his entourage.

"Now, without further ado, we begin the auction with Lot number 1! A fine set of ladies -", the man trailed off.

With that announcement, the underground slave market was in full swing- and it was almost entirely cornered by the Hutts.

Objective 1: The Grand Auction

Before you sits some of the most influential crime lords in the galaxy - and the first slave auction this size in decades. So long has the galaxy been against the slave trade it had nearly diminished - but with the fall of the Confederacy, the waning of Silver Jedi Influence, and the threat of the Maw stealing galactic attention - it has once again begun to remerge. Partake in it, buy slaves, sell your characters, socialize with fellow criminals.

Objective 2: Sell High, Buy Low

With the Slave Trade returning, the price of a slave is extremely lucrative while supply is still low. Help import shipments of them, get paid for your efforts, or help secure those landing with shipments.

Alternatively, Jedi influence in the area is stronger than advertised. Work together to secretly free as many as you can - lest they be sold into the confines of slavery for life.

Objective 3: BYO

 

[Koda Fett]

Slaves were common once, since fell to the wayside as the authorities bore down on the trade. Far from the worst call the Jedi and their allies made, that much was true, but one that left a lot of accounts barren; less bloated, that was, but the Hutts that dominated it had other focuses when the beasts from the east swarmed into their territories and tore the worms from their mountains of credits and detestable, fearless nature. Fett aided them when the credits suited, of which it often had - a slave on the run was not an uncommon task a Hutt was inclined to reward one for.

Some, if not most, elected to forfeit their lives rather than return to the foul hands of a Hutt. The Mandalorian often rose his brow at the notion, unable to fathom the decision to die rather than live, but then... a life in chains was no life at all, he recalled.

From the corner of the room, however, armed unlike most others, Fett stood with his arms crossed over his armoured chest and watched the auction. Behind his T-visor, he offered a brief look to the series of Houks, Klatoonians and Niktos. It was secure, and without so much as a credit on offer to be here, it was all on them. Just another face in the crowd, helmeted as he may be.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Slavery wasn't something Alina particularly cared for, but she also didn't have the experiences of her companion. No, she had experienced the other side of the slavery trade. Owning servants. While not specifically slaves like here, the punishment for criminals had always been a life of servitude. And sometimes the crime wasn't exactly.. Real. Not exactly a shining moment of her family.

But the Tremiru had been quite horrible people.

"Keep an eye out for those who seem particularly useful. We're not here to kill anyone, not yet." Her golden gaze shifted to the masked figure beside her. This was a moment she wished she had the Force, just so she could feel how angry he might be. So she could stop him from lashing out.

"We don't have the resources. Those we buy though, we can give them the tools for freedom."

Darth Strosius | Iasha Rha | Koda Fett | Argos of the East

 

[Maud]

It was difficult to discern whether Muad was stood or seated, the table had an assortment of food and drink across it that his fellows dabbled in. He failed to, for Muad had no arms; a futile bid to reach out was met with a sense of nothingness, his twin blue orbs squinted in their stare towards the stage as the slaves were revealed. He watched them less than he watched the crowd, listened to the announcer less than those around him.

Few familiar faces were around, that much was true, but less than he cared to admit. Information earned him his meal ticket, and as of now he was sorely lacking, bordering on starvation. Gorba, housed in his own booth, was impossible to reach even if all the juiciest information was no doubt uttered there. He had to make do with the floor - the twist of his neck, or entire form, settled on a few newer faces, what with silver hair and her masked friend.

 

[Saryn Zambrano]

Objective: 1

Darth Xyrah was one of several Sith lords in attendance at the auction today, having arrived to expand his own personal collection of slaves while also taking the opportunity to mingle with some of the most wealthy and affluent hutts and other crime lords. A ripe chance to make new business connections and friendly alliances.

Xyrah frequently rose his bidding paddle whenever lethan twi'lek women came up for sale. He had particular tastes, and it showed as he frequently outbid his neighbours. His purchases were quickly ferried to one of his shuttles waiting outside, to be ferried up to the Jewel of Panatha in orbit where they'd be cleaned up and lavished with luxury food and clothing. He treated his slaves like well paid and appreciate servants. After all, loyalty was better earned through benevolence rather than fear.

There was a particular reason why he focused on lethans, however. They tended to be expensive and sought after, particularly by the Hutts who were fond of them. His acquisition of them so readily proved he had great wealth indeed, which would prove useful for future negotiations and business deals. After bidding for a while, he arose from his seat to go speak and mingle with some of the hutts in attendance and capitalize on his recent display of affluence.

 

[Darth Strosius]

For a moment the masked man gave no verbal response, his only sign of activity the subtle groaning of the metal railing he had been grabbing onto as he watched the auction begin. Alisteri hated this. Were it not for Alina and the fact that he would probably be gunned down by the guards and other patrons, he had a desire to leap over the railing and cut down whoever got between him and freeing the slaves that awaited their turn to be auctioned.

"I regret agreeing to come here."

His voice was low and quiet, his grasp on the railing only seeming to tighten somehow. The former slave wanted to look away and spare himself the sight, and the resulting wrath it would bring, but he found his gaze set on the auction. "You're going to want to make the bids yourself Alina, I think I'll act out if one of those disgusting auctioneers addresses me."

Alina Tremiru

 

[Kinsa'olan]

Rurak 5 Space Station

Among the crowd stood the young Twi'lek, watching the proceedings as she held back her disgust. Having been on the other side of this before, shackled and threatened with a shock collar, she knew what every slave felt and would continue to feel until their chains were broken. Simply being present here made her skin crawl, the end of her lekku twitching ever so slightly as thoughts of the last time she stood among this type event plays within her mind.​

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Her mind shifts back to the present, her leg bumped by the black and emerald BB unit that accompanied her. "I know, BB.." She whispers, "We'll be careful." Touching her neck, she could almost feel the horror brought on by the presence of a collar again. Fighting the urge to act, she could only hope that maybe some of the slaves could be freed from this.​

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[Kaahlil]

Whereas the other agents of the Kainate were deftly dispersed throughout the bidding congregation, the Dark Mirror had been given the honor of escorting the product itself. In order to strengthen ties between the Sith Order and the restored Hutt cartels, the Kainate had organized to sell off a portion of its own slave surplus to bolster the burgeoning trade. Several Vicar-class cargo frigates had exited hyperspace within sight of Rorak 5, a fighter escort emerging to join them. At the head of this escort was the Dark Mirror himself, piloting a modified Ragnos-class Fighter/Interceptor outfitted with a distinctive stripe pattern on the wings. A Pellucid Crown was affixed atop his brow, melding his mind with that of the starfighter's internal systems so long as he wore it.

All around him were the members of Skull Squadron, a subset of the larger Dark Wing founded by his father during the time of the One Sith. Skull Squadron was considered the best of the Kainate's fighter corps, reserved only for the chosen champions of the Dark Lord of the Sith. The captain of the squadron was personally appointed by the Dark Lord himself, and in this instance that happened to be the Dark Mirror. With all pilots steeped in the Dark Side of the Force, they carefully guided the approaching frigates towards the Hutt station.

Beneath each of the frigates was an assortment of containers, each varying in volume. Inside these containers were the product, the shackled slaves that the Kainate had accumulated over many years of plunder. The vast majority were fresh captives, having just been apprehended by Kainate slave fleets before being rerouted to Hutt space. A small portion had already been subjected to the enslavement process, their minds consumed by Derriphan, and their bodies outfitted with invasive cybernetics. Not all cybernetic enhancements were the same, they were tailored to perform certain functions depending on the type of slave they were implanted in. Some were made to be stronger, so they could endure the rigors of manual labor, while others enhanced the slave's physique for use in the pleasure gardens of Nar Shaddaa.

No matter their ultimate fate, they would be sold to the Hutt cartel and then distributed hence. The Dark Mirror had no feeling for them, even though their anguish resonated through the Force. They were chattel, and his father had commanded that he see them delivered successfully.

And the Dark Mirror vowed to never fail his father again.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

"You have more of an understanding than I do about what happens on the other side. I want to learn, and I want to give as many as possible the ability to.. Break free." Asides, what Sith couldn't control their anger enough to attend a place like this? She was as much using this for her own gains as she was testing her ally. Trust, but verify. A Sith would only get stabbed in the back or end up disappointed otherwise.

"When all is said and done, places like this will cease to exist. For now, a necessary evil."

Darth Strosius

 

[Karkosuchus]

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Objective: One [The Grand Auction]
Location: Rurak 5 Space Station
Tags: Open
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Spoiler: Equipment

Bandolier Right Shoulder Bandolier Flash Grenade Sonic Detonator Bacta Grenade Concussion Grenade Thermal Detonator Left Shoulder Bandolier Stun Grenade Ammonia Bomb Utility Belt Syntherope Food Rations Hush 98 Comlink Imagecaster Energy Bola Fire Blade Field Security Overloader

Holster Dissuader KD-30 .48 Caliber Enforcer Pistol Stouker Concussion Rifle Brass Knuckles Echani Shield Heavy Battle Armor

The Saurton Bounty Hunter stalked through the station with a light shake due to his weight on the floor. He had recently purchased new equipment and a second bandolier which stretched across his left shoulder now. He doubted someone would come armed to this event but he wasn't about to let himself be caught off-guard if the authorities decided to show up for some reason. Karkosuchus was already wanted for attempting to assassinate valery noble and the Donna of the Family Crime Syndicate. None would dare attempt to claim his bounty at a formal event hosted by Lord Gorba of the Hutt Space Consortium.

But he was more than ready to pound those that tried into the dirt. He had decided to forgo the need for formal wear as one would find it difficult to make one big enough for him. Although he was dressed in customized heavy battle armor which counted as clothing beyond his scaled hide. His sharp claws had recently been redone to make them extra sharp. He tested this while on the way over here with some poor corpses left in his wake.

His large clawed feet moved slowly as he made his way into the chamber with a slight bellowing sound from his mouth in typical crocodilian fashion to announce his presence to those gathered without the need to utter a single word. A coruscanti brand cigar rested within his mouth with a slow burning flame as the spice fumes mixed in with the other cigar smells throughout the room's atmosphere. Karkosuchus would use his size to his advantage because most people moved out of his way to avoid being trampled upon.

His orange eyes scanned the twi'leks with trays of food moving around in nothing but a bowtie. Moving his path to block one of them, he looked down and snarled at a green twi'lek who promptly dropped the tray on the floor in freight. Quickly running off with a slight yelp, the crocodilian bended down and ate the entire thing whole with a slight crunching sound as his jagged teeth sliced through metal.

He snatched a large enough chair from someone else within the chamber, not caring if they complained about his rudeness. The monster lizard wasn't interested in making friends with other criminal scum. He heard the announcer calling for the first lot of slaves for the night. It was certainly going to be one interesting night for sure with the other faces he could identify among the crowd.

 

[Iasha Rha]

Darth Strosius Alina Tremiru

"If you two don't keep it down you will be caught"

Iasha's voice cut through to the two of them as she straightened the slave-disguise. It was made for sight and humiliation, not function, and dug uncomfortably into her skin. Still, she had to admit she could see how a simpleton would find it worthwhile to dress their property in such garb.

"Help me with this lock."

It was a fake lock, especially made for disguises.

Iasha was not there to free anyone, but their plans worked in a tandem: She was to infiltrate the slave quarters and make certain Alina and Alisteri had the information and access they needed. Meanwhile, Iasha's own mission was to gather intelligence on Jedi operations in the slave pens.

There was an interesting irony that she should take on such a mission. While she was of an attractive colouration, Iasha had never been a slave. Her family were wealthy diplomats who worked for the Imperial Dawn in the last Empire. Iasha herself had grown up a child of Sith-Imperial citizens. She had never owned slaves privately, but she had spent time studying them

 

[Rackham]

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G A L A C T I C_S L A V E_T R A D E

FINAL DAWN
RURAK V, HUTT SPACE

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Slavery, one of the oldest practices in the Galaxy having been utilized by hundreds of corporations, orginizations and governments throughout thousands of years both in the Pre-Gulag and Post-Gulag Era. It was a key aspect of galactic society, one that could not be truly eliminated by any other entity through any means although that did not mean that people haven’t tried to do so in the past. Nevertheless to the Final Dawn, slavery was an ideal practice, allowing it to make up for it’s lack of population and provide it with a considerable labour force and additional manpower for it’s military with and endless supply of slaves provided via the occupation of entire worlds and from the black market.

Within the Ruak 5 Space Station, Director-Admiral Dorian Sevenar, head of the Final Dawn’s intelligence agency known as the Politorate, watched as the Slave Auction hosted by the Hutt Space Consortium officially began with the first lot being presented for bidding, seated comfortably at his table, having been accompanied by a small cadre of Final Dawn Intelligence and Military Officers. Among the attendees present were wealthy corpos, corrupt government officials, self-serving philanthropists and crime lords all seeking to acquire their own set of slaves for their own neferious purposes.

To Sevenar, not only would this Slave Auction provide the Final Dawn with new slaves to add to their ever-growing labour force and military, it would also allow them to establish formal ties with the Hutt Space Consortium and set the stage for a partnership between both the Final Dawn and the Hutt Space Consortium which would most likely benefit both parties and advance their respective agendas. Thus Dorian Sevenar leaned back in his chair waiting for the first guests to make their bid.

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Tags | Argos of the East | Koda Fett | Alina Tremiru | Muad | Saryn Zambrano | Darth Strosius | Kinsa'olan | Kaahlil | Karkosuchus ​

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[Lirka Ka]

Objective 2
Tags: Open

She had made the run to Rurak a few times now, this was the new gig. Running across the Galaxy like a common smuggler: but a living was a living after all, Gorba had been a generous benefactor and Lirka intended to keep her side of the bargain.

The freighter rumbled it’s way inside the hangar and set down with a thud. The product had arrived, through along the way Lirka couldn’t help but give a scornful look towards the overloaded frigates of Kaahlil , being overshadowed by newcomers at her job was never pleasant but regardless Lirka was pleased with her stock. They were ferried out in cages and small statis chambers, primitives from the depths of wild space: her hunting grounds.

With a swipe of an armored hand, the various crooks and goons that poured out of the freighter went to work on getting the slaves to where they needed to be before the auction rumbled on too far. Leaving the menials to do the hard labor, the armored form of Lirka stepped further into the station. Time to see what treats Rurak had in store this time around

 

[Madame Myria]

Location: Rurak 5 Space Station
Objective 1
Tags: Open

The station smelled of Hutt. Myria hated the vile creatures. They may have had some valuable qualities, but they gave Myria the heaves. Still the Kig and his marauders had been lagging when it came to good possibilities lately and Lady X had needed some good help. Zygerrians had been the top of the slave trade for a long long time until the Jedi. Now Myria was merely a trainer and a scout for a small-time crime boss.

Of course the slug would start by parading out the women. Wet the appetite of the misogynists. Get the credits flowing. Myria looked over the stock. There were some promising specimen, but the Zygerrian was sent to obtain gladiators and perhaps a lead assistant for the Lady. Her Falleen boss had grown tired of the Chandra-Fan that was currently doing her bidding.

The others gathered at the auction were a wide variety of folks. Some stood out more than others, but none made Myria forget that she wasn’t at home on Zygerria, cracking the whip and counting the credits after the event was complete. She shared a smile with some of the more civilized looking attendees. Others she avoided eye contact with altogether. This would be an interesting event. Myria hoped she wouldn’t go home disappointed.

 

[Tu'rynn Di]

Rorak 5 Space Station
Objective 1

So now it was back, the slave business. Tu'rynn had waited a long time for this moment. The last time he was present at an auction of this magnitude, his father was still the head of the family business that had trained Nikto warriors for the Hutts for generations. Much has happened since then, and now his time has come.

Tu'rynn sat down in the crowd, which included some familiar faces. He noticed that some Sith were also participating in the auction. While the first slaves were being auctioned off, most of them Twi'lek women, one in particular caught his eye: Saryn Zambrano . This young Sith Lord seemed to have a lot of money, and depending on his willingness to spend it, he would be a great competitor that night. His wealthy appearance and quick escort of his purchases led Tu'rynn to conclude that the large yacht in orbit belonged to him.

The Nikto crime lord did not think much of openly flaunting his wealth. In his opinion, luxury belonged only to the great Hutts, whom all Nikto should serve. Although he wore upscale clothing, his ship was just an ordinary slave transporter that he would use at the end of the day to take his new possessions, if he managed to buy any at auction, back to his home on Kintan.

 

[Darth Strosius]

He clicked his tongue at the 'necessary evil' remark as a subtle show of disagreement, shifting slightly to stand straighter and appear less tense. Before Alisteri could give a proper, more than likely snarky, response the third member of their little party spoke up. "Hold on, it's not meant to be fiddled with from your angle."

The masked man turned to the costumed Twi'lek and waved her hands away from said lock, quickly reaching and fixing it with as little contact as he could manage. Given the outfit that she was wearing, such a task was difficult. He pulled his hands back and glanced her over before nodding. "You look the part, just watch your expression. They're mostly selling slaves that have already been..." He paused, as if the words were distasteful. "...broken in. So act like the scared little slave you appear to be and you'll be fine."

Sending anyone into the slave quarters wasn't ideal, but it was necessary. If they wanted knowledge on the most useful and worthwhile of the merchandise then they would need information. "I'm sure I don't have to tell you to be careful."

Alina Tremiru / Iasha Rha

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Objective 1​

"You're the one more likely to be caught." She stifled a laugh as she turned her gaze to Iasha. Ever since they'd met back up, for some reason the Twi'lek was always in the most.. Compromising outfits. Alina wasn't too proud to admit she was among the simpletons that could appreciate the garb. At least on those willing. "You should get caps for your teeth. Anyone with even basic knowledge on Twi'lek culture will recognize it. Or perhaps it'll be something more.. Exciting? A proud warrior broken." The Knight shrugged her shoulders somewhat.

Though raised a curious brow as Alisteri set about fixing the outfit himself. Was he hesitant to touch her, or the outfit?

"Well. When will this auction start? We need to by as many as possible, I think."

Iasha Rha | Darth Strosius

 

[Argos of the East]

Objective 1
Location: VIP Room
Nearby: Gorba the Hutt // Open For Others

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As the crowd began their bidding, and the lots were rotated - Argos laughed while a fat cigar rocked solid between his teeth. His suit was partially undone, his hair slicked back, and his iconic sunglasses reflected the neon lights of the event. He beamed at the influx of people, beamed at the proverbial cash signs above their heads. In the high confinement of the VIP room, his eyes glinted with the beauty of profits slowly being realized.​

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"Aren't ya glad you hired me, Gorba the Hutt ?", he said in fluent huttese.​

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"These people, this place - they're desperate for our goods. Got every kind of person in here - and more than a few want to meet you."​

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Pulling the cigar from his mouth, his smile suddenly faded a touch and he motioned to the slug lord near him -​

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"That being said, I need a rise. I need equity in the business. I don't do things like this to make friends - I do it to make money. If I'm going to keep hiring the security services of Koda Fett , I'm gonna need a bit more - you get me?"​

 

[Karkosuchus]

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Objective: One [The Grand Auction]
Location: The VIP Lounge
Tags: Argos of the East
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Spoiler: Equipment

Bandolier Right Shoulder Bandolier Flash Grenade Sonic Detonator Bacta Grenade Concussion Grenade Thermal Detonator Left Shoulder Bandolier Stun Grenade Ammonia Bomb Utility Belt Syntherope Food Rations Hush 98 Comlink Imagecaster Energy Bola Fire Blade Field Security Overloader

Holster Dissuader KD-30 .48 Caliber Enforcer Pistol Stouker Concussion Rifle Brass Knuckles Echani Shield Heavy Battle Armor

Lots were called and the Suarton looked over the merchandize. None of them looked good enough to eat and that was unfortunate for he had come here looking for a light snack to tide him over. His snout picked up the same distinctive scent of Alina Tremiru who he had battled before on the swampy world of Mancharakorkon. The thought of finishing their business right here and now was tempting but didn't want to offend the Mighty Gorba who hosted this little slave auction.

His thoughts retraced themselves to the contract he had been offered. Someone needed an informant of the Bando Gora dead and the saurton didn't know where to look. So lifting himself up from his seat the mighty lizard stalked through the crowd without a care for whomever he was pushing aside. If they wanted to snap back at him and call him names then that was their business but he would keep them in mind for later to pound into the ground without issue.

Walking up to where ever the VIP Lounge was for Gorba the Hutt mainly knowing where to go because of the smoking scent. The Saurton knocked on the door to announce his presence before walking inside without caring for the guardsman at the door since this was a high profile leader of the Hutt Space Consortium. His organe gaze followed around the room before coming across Argos of the East who was known to be an information broker. He currently was talking to gorba the hutt.

The Saurton looked ahead.

"Argos, I need some information on the Bando Gora from you." He said, taking out a pouch of credits from his utility belt.

"50 thousand in this pouch for it."

Looking to use his month's salary in exchange for the information he was looking for.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

The lounging Hutt waved away Argos of the East's flattery with a hand, the other busy shoveling a frog into his mouth. He chewed, speaking in between bites.

<Equity?> crunch, munch, crunch, <What sort of equity?> crunch. <@A'ti is my majordomo. My most trusted, besides Brutus. And I, I don't trust you. You're my kind of scum, eh. So what do you want?>

Gorba gesticulated grandly.

<You want an operation of your own? An outfit to run? A collection of infochants, hmm? I could help with this. A suitable buy in to the pot that keeps us all here.>

Suddenly, a gigantic lizard stomped toward them, speaking loudly to Argos. Gorba narrowed his one good eye in annoyance, but said nothing. He could, however, feel the beginning of a headache coming on. He rubbed at the scar along his head. Ever since he got that scar, the migraines tormented him. Karkosuchus