Silver Guardian
@[member="Aditya Amadis"] @[member="Flynn Blackheart"] @[member="Dove"]
"The leeway? Unless Sith are hurting innocents or civilians, we can't help. If they are, we can help. Tell them to drop us a call." The leeway was really easy, didn't matter who or where, if the Sith Empire were involved they could be. Fighting other Sith, people were welcome to go down and stop them hurting innocents. Kei knew the line got blurred but it was simple enough, darksiders hurting populations, innocents or civilians, the Army of Light could be there. Those Sith sitting at the backs of their empires on piles of slaves, or innocent lives, would find out just how safe they weren't, in time.
Looking at the string of engineers running this place, Kei was feeling increasingly out of his element, "well what are we waiting for, let's go secure the materials." Clapping his hands together, he about turned, and waving off the hundred questions or so from the collecting engineers. Kei got the statement fired up, awaiting the others. At least here he'd get away from the bustle of command for a while, get back to being a Jedi for a time, back to what he did best, getting the impossible done.
Dirha
Dirha System
Hutt Space
A partially restored Vongformed world, Dirha was a gritty industrial planet that was never that pleasant to begin with, and when the Yuuzhang vong came it only got more unwelcoming. Hutts still ruled here in pockets, and deals were struck away from the major factions eyes. Plenty of waste and scrap, production and garbage. Waste gasses expelled into clouds away from the planet, ships trying to dump them away, but most of them time finding them pulled back home in the gravity. These gases were in various stages of decline in orbit or reacting to each other, as waste ships came and went. If they got far enough from any stars, gases were forming small nebulas or clumps of waste that would latch onto the nearest unfortunate passing star ship.
Dirha was not exactly a garden spot, but then neither was the ragtag freighter named the ambiguous statement, a HWK 290 light freighter, rebuilt and fixed up, then rebuilt and fixed up again, it was hardly what you'd call luxury but it was solid, mostly, if you could get past the holes in the walls or the beams that were falling down.
One thing Dirha had though was scrap, lots of waste to get rid of, metal and spare parts, that was where they came in. "There's a Hutt here, they call him Dinga, not exactly the most friendly Hutt but not the worst either," with the suns kicking the Hutts all over the place, you'd be surprised just who they would turn too, like the old days, a Jedi coming calling wasn't a bad thing.
"You ever dealt with Hutts before?" Kei asked hopefully, looking out over the crew, or anyone for that matter who had, he hadn't, he'd been shot at by hutts before sure, but not this face to face meeting.
Approaching the Junk Palace.... they'd have to talk and think fast, if there was a back end of the world, this was it.
"The leeway? Unless Sith are hurting innocents or civilians, we can't help. If they are, we can help. Tell them to drop us a call." The leeway was really easy, didn't matter who or where, if the Sith Empire were involved they could be. Fighting other Sith, people were welcome to go down and stop them hurting innocents. Kei knew the line got blurred but it was simple enough, darksiders hurting populations, innocents or civilians, the Army of Light could be there. Those Sith sitting at the backs of their empires on piles of slaves, or innocent lives, would find out just how safe they weren't, in time.
Looking at the string of engineers running this place, Kei was feeling increasingly out of his element, "well what are we waiting for, let's go secure the materials." Clapping his hands together, he about turned, and waving off the hundred questions or so from the collecting engineers. Kei got the statement fired up, awaiting the others. At least here he'd get away from the bustle of command for a while, get back to being a Jedi for a time, back to what he did best, getting the impossible done.
Dirha
Dirha System
Hutt Space
A partially restored Vongformed world, Dirha was a gritty industrial planet that was never that pleasant to begin with, and when the Yuuzhang vong came it only got more unwelcoming. Hutts still ruled here in pockets, and deals were struck away from the major factions eyes. Plenty of waste and scrap, production and garbage. Waste gasses expelled into clouds away from the planet, ships trying to dump them away, but most of them time finding them pulled back home in the gravity. These gases were in various stages of decline in orbit or reacting to each other, as waste ships came and went. If they got far enough from any stars, gases were forming small nebulas or clumps of waste that would latch onto the nearest unfortunate passing star ship.
Dirha was not exactly a garden spot, but then neither was the ragtag freighter named the ambiguous statement, a HWK 290 light freighter, rebuilt and fixed up, then rebuilt and fixed up again, it was hardly what you'd call luxury but it was solid, mostly, if you could get past the holes in the walls or the beams that were falling down.
One thing Dirha had though was scrap, lots of waste to get rid of, metal and spare parts, that was where they came in. "There's a Hutt here, they call him Dinga, not exactly the most friendly Hutt but not the worst either," with the suns kicking the Hutts all over the place, you'd be surprised just who they would turn too, like the old days, a Jedi coming calling wasn't a bad thing.
"You ever dealt with Hutts before?" Kei asked hopefully, looking out over the crew, or anyone for that matter who had, he hadn't, he'd been shot at by hutts before sure, but not this face to face meeting.
Approaching the Junk Palace.... they'd have to talk and think fast, if there was a back end of the world, this was it.
Feel free to take it to a junk palace Dinga has made for himself, or I will in the next post.