The Hunt of Shawnosch the Hutt

[Wolf Trammer]

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A lifeless desert. This was the last place Raveem wanted to find himself in. He couldn’t deny the odd beauty of the place. Desert dunes covered most of the landscape, and the rest was adorned with rocky mountains that appeared like sharpened in the distance. What brought life to an otherwise lifeless desert where the many ruins that dotted the landscape. The only reason he was standing away from his climate controlled ship was so that he could find his target. That Hutt he has been hunting all across the ORC and back. All of those weeks of searching and interrogating scum had led him here. Every bit of information he could either obtain or beat from someone… or something gave him a crumb trail to follow. It all led here… this barren rock had to be it. Regardless of how much ground he would have to cover to find the Hutt, he would do it. No matter what, his work and every single life he had taken wouldn’t go to waste. Though, for all he cared… it was scum he was putting on the ground.

Recently, Raveem had been overwhelmed by a power rush. His newfound abilities had granted him the courage to seek out his enemies and the murderers of his parents and bring them to justice. The kind of justice you would see out here in the frontier at least. To the typical observer… Raveem’s methods may have come out as extreme. Even for a Judge. He would use any tools at his disposal to get to the people he wanted… and anyone who got in his way typically ended up dead. This indiscriminate killing had, at times, placed him at odds with local authorities who practiced the same type of justice he did. That, at times, led to confrontations that ended with either Va’sah escaping, or… with those who had confronted him dead. This manhunt for this Hutt was no different. There would be no mercy… no negotiations… nothing. That Hutt would die by his blade one way or another. And, as always, anyone who stood in his way would be cut down as well.

Walking across the desert for hours, Raveem’s face wrapped in a crimson cloth scarf, he finally made it to the planet’s capital of Zoronhed. If there were any more leads on the Hutt he was looking for, this was it. Even when he felt like all eyes were on him, he pushed on. He couldn’t waste any time, especially if he was being watched. Wasting no time, he picked the best place in the city to find information… the Cantina. Though, he would keep away from the bar proper. It was best not to attract attention to himself. At least not for now.​

 

[Ayhia Katar]

The past few days had been quite long for Ayhia, having to deal with the aftermath of a force user and a Hutt going at it, which sadly had left a lot of people dead. It was not just gangsters that had ended up dead, the Hutt had torn apart a entire city looking for the person in question, which meant that innocent had died. After the killing of 76 people, Ayhia and 5 other rangers sat on board a troop transport they had... appropriated from one of the local gangs, following a group of the Hutt's men. She looked around at the other rangers that had answered the call, they both looked like they had seen hell and didn't really care about it. she chuckled and looked at her own squad, Hakkon squad... a bunch of idiots stupid enough to step into the line of fire for someone they didn't even know.​

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Ayhia Ear piece crackled to life. "Two minutes!" Ayhia held up her hand showing two fingers, everyone nodded and began a gear check. Ayhia followed suit making sure everything was ready, by the time she was done she could feel the transport start slowing down. Ayhia's Ear piece crackled to life again, "5..4..3.." Everyone stood up and moved to the doors, they didn't know how quickly they would come under fire. "2..1.." The doors slid open to a hail of sand and wind, Ayhia and the other rangers jumped out of the transport, weapons at the ready. They were on the outskirts but Ayhia had been ambushed on drop before in little planets like this. The Transport took off, kicking up more sand with it thrusters.​

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"Split up find the targets quietly but don't engage, once you do call it in and meet at the Cantina." Ayhia called out over the wind, each of the rangers nodded and took off to the city nearby. Ayhia sighed and made her way as well, she had a feeling this was also going to be a very long day.​

 

[Wolf Trammer]

Raveem had gone from sitting on a far side table, to the bar itself, to a drink and finally to an alley in the span of about an hour. In that time, he had scouted out the entire bar and in his few years of espionage experience, he had easily spotted Shawnosh's goons. They stood out from among the other bounty hunters and pirates inside the cantina... the had the best guns, the best drinks and hung around the best girls. Of course, all provided by their boss. A nice incentive if you worked for the scummiest Hutt this side of the Galaxy. Observing them for a while, he saw one of their leaders go outside. Most likely to take some drugs that may or may not get him notoriety with the local authorities. Not that they mattered...​

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Raveem discreetly made his way outside, following the Rodian female who had led the little band of pirates from Shawnosch's people inside of the cantina. Once outside, the Rodian was about to take a hit from a death stick, before she found herself choking. Falling to her knees, the small colorful stick rolled out of her hands, and was crushed under Raveem's boot. He made his way to her, his hand to his side, Force choking his potential next victim in his rampage. She looked at him, terrified.​

"Where is he?" He asked, with no hesitation or a hint of mercy in his words.​

She shook her head, refusing to answer... only for the invisible grip to become tighter on her airways. In response, she nodded and was released.​

"In the East Warehouse. He is in the East Warehouse. Please... I'm just a merc. Don't-"​

Her pleads for mercy suddenly went silent as Raveem once again Force choked her. The Bothan started toward the warehouse, and slowly the Rodian lost the last of her breath and fell dead on the sand floor in the alley.​

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Heading onto the main street, Raveem spotted new arrivals. They were rather far, but they could mean trouble. Most likely bounty hunters... or worse, ORC Judges. Had they caught up with him? No... he was doing the right thing. Looking at them as they approached, he once again covered his face in the red scarf and picked up the pace, heading to the east side of the city. Meanwhile, the ORC rangers would encounter a small group of residents surrounding the recently deceased corpse of a Rodian woman near the city Cantina. The local guard did not seem to interested in the murder...​

 

[Ayhia Katar]

As they Ayhia approached the city, two of the rangers at her back, the mood became clear very quickly. She watched and more then a few people ran off into ally and down side streets, either to run from them or to tell someone that they were here. She frowned as she walked toward the Cantina, one of the rangers moved to the ally in case someone tried to bail when she entered, might as well cash in some bounty money if they could. Ayhia made it to the door only to have her earpiece crackly to life.​

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"One Rodian, female, deceased... I can't determine cause of death."​

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Ayhia sighed and turned away from the door, she depressed the mic stud on the side of her hand with her thumb. "Higs... Ally by the cantina, need a cod. Elora... question the locals if they saw anything, don't to scary this time... please..." She stopped and scanned the street, their were a few outdoor vendors, but she had a feeling that it was gonna cost her if she decided to ask. She didn't make it more then 2 minutes before she noticed some goons trying to hide themselves in the crowds, "Rangers look alive, pretty sure were gonna have company..." Her earpiece was filled by all the rangers giving a confirmation. Someone must have noticed something cause they backed off, that or they decided that this was not a good place. She frown deepened, she had a bad feeling that people thought they were judges. "We should have put down way farther out..." she knew that it was not really a option, they were in a hurry so...​

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"Elora here... got a fellow who says one of them cat people things did it..."​

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"A bothan?" Ayhia had to suppress a laugh​

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"YEAH thats it, he gave me a basic description before... uh..."​

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"He lost consciousness?" Ayhia knew better than to ask anything more, she had learned from experience that Elora's intel was almost always good but was best to not ask where or how she got it. "Higs clean up back there, Elora and Rikals we going after that bothan. She waited until the other to arrive and the set out in the direction they had been told to go, looking for a bothan with a red scarf... how hard could that be.​

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[member="Raveem Va'ah"]​

 

[Wolf Trammer]

There was around a five-minute walk across the sand-filled streets of the city before arriving at the city's warehouses. Once there, Raveem readied himself. He didn't concentrate or even assessed the situation... he simply walked into the main hangar. The information was abundantly clear... some high profile agent of Shawnosch or even the Hutt himself was here. They must be running a high profile op here if one of his top lieutenants was running the show. Standing by the door, he drew his datapad. A faithful companion he had for years... and one of the tools that had kept him out of trouble for so long. For a moment, he reminisced about that past life. It was useless now. He was someone new... someone better.​

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After a few minutes of fiddling with the encryption on the massive rusted metal doors of the building, they opened. As they opened they emitted a loud screech that echoed across the street, metal scratching against the sand. Drawing his pike, and redied in his hand, he entered the darkened warehouse. To both of his sides, shelves that extended all the way to the high-rise roof surrounded him. Crates of all shapes and sizes adorned the partially rusted metallic shelves. Shortly after, Raveem found himself facing the very end of the warehouse. Empty. At least empty from what he was looking for. He turned, footsteps alerting him to someone's presence. By the time he did, he found himself surrounded by pirates, standing on shelves and behind him.​

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"The Boss sends his regards..." Said a Trandoshan who was about twice his size. At that moment, the pirates opened fire, prompting Raveem to sidestep and attack the most immediate targets, those in front him. His fighting style was rusty at best... amateurish at worse. One, two, three pirates fell to the blade of his pike, and two more died as they were impaled by the pike, thrown by Raveem using the Force. An attack he had practiced for some time... Eventually he found himself overwhelmed. Blind rage could only take him so far... and the Trandoshan commander seemed to have been counting just on that. Switching their weapons to stun, Raveem was shot over and over as he cut his way through a group of pirates to the Trandoshan leader. His resistance to it soon faded, and he was forced to his knees, and eventually fell on the floor, his lightsaber rolling away from him. Despite this, and the other injuries he had... laser burns that were beginning to hurt in his downed state... he attempted to stand.​

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"The Boss told me all about you..." Said the Trandoshan, his voice hissing upon every s he encountered. Grabbing Raveem by the neck he tossed the much shorter and smaller Bothan across the room. Slowly, he walked toward Raveem again, kicking him repeatedly. "He said you were going to cause trouble. I don't understand what he was talking about. You are harmless..." Again, the Trandoshan grabbed him by the neck, squeezing at his windpipe, threatening it to break it. On the other side, Raveem was struggling to make sense of the situation. Overwhelmed by pain, and partially paralyzed by the stun blasts he was powerless to stop the beating. Again, and again he was struck by the Transdoshan. Blood was starting to come out of his nose and mouth and sometimes the Bothan thought he would drown in it... or worse that he was going to die powerless in a dark and cold warehouse. Truly... the only thoughts that crossed his mind was that he had not been strong enough to get to Shawnosch...​

 

[Ayhia Katar]

At first Ayhia and her group didn't have anything really to follow, to many people had moved through the area to make finding any trail. People still avoid them like they were Rakghouls, which was ok with Ayhia, it mean she could find the ones whom didn't want to be seen. Despite having lost the person that had put the bothan down they still had another job, that was find the hutts men. Though she didn't get much farther then activating her mic when a cacophony of gun fire and combat. Keeping the mic active she barked some orders. "Warehouses, multiple sides... Halder get one of your little drones in there please." Ayhia took off as fast as she could, more then a few people were trying to get some distance from the fighting. It was pretty clear which warehouse it was as their were a few well armed men standing outside to discourage people from getting involved.​

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"Drop them." Ayhia said mercilessly, she knew they weren't any kind of law by the way they were dress and armed. she leveled her rifle at the first one, whom didn't even have enough time to react, before the first round slammed into his chest. Ayhia hit the power switch for her RAS, allowing her to make follow up shot not that they were need. Everyone had come running at the first sounds of combat and because of that the guard didn't stand much chance. Ayhia hit her mic again. "split up move to the side and breach, anyone inside heard those shots." Ayhia moved with to of the rangers to on of the sides, she pulled a Thermal detonator out and affixed it to wall. She clicked her mic three times, telling the others the timer, she entered the time and clicked her mic, hitting the activation as she did. She moved back away from the charge, she counted in her head and turned away as the timer hit zero to protect her eyes.​

 

[Wolf Trammer]

The entire warehouse went on alert as the blaster shots rang outside. Redying a flamethrower attached to his back, the Trandoshan leader called for his pirates to get ready. They took up positions on empty shelves and some under hidden trap doors on the floor. Others set up barricades between themselves and the main door. In total, there were around 15 pirates, including the Trandoshan. Under his clawed foot, was Raveem, who barely had his eyes opened. He could barely breathe... most likely because of broken ribs. At that point, he had given up... even if some people were coming to save him, he had realized that every single enquiry he had done had been staged. Shawnosch had played him. He failed... Raveem had been outplayed at his own game. All of that training for nothing. Even if these people were able to defeat the pirates... how would he know they wouldn't kill him. If he made it... he was going to owe his rescuers either a lot of money... or himself.​