The Return of Liberty(Ask for invite)

[Vulpesen]

Approval. Disgust. Bartering. Haggling. Hard deals and lucky bargains. It was a scene Vulpesen had grown accustom to in his early life. Trade, for the Amarans was essential. And among the people of Veradune, his apparent planet of heritage, Vulpesen's advice on economic policy was sound enough that even his foremost advisers on the subject rarely even tried to suggest better ideas. Despite this affinity for trade and money, there was one product that the fox though deserved a complete embargo. Sentient beings.

In the Myrkr air, he could hear bids being called out and taken, causing his blood to run cold and his resolve to harden. In truth, it was all he could do to stay blended in with the crowd, his long dark coat and hood hiding the golden eyes and white streak of air that marked him to those that knew who he was. Sure he had fallen out of fame in recent years, but he could never be too careful. Especially, in an operation like this. The Vitae's intelligence agency had worked for weeks to find the location of this auction. And months before building up trust with its patrons to get an invitation. Deciding it was best to avoid any jedi attention, or any other goody two-shoe force group, the slaver group had chosen the dense jungle not only to hide, but to have an advantage against many of the factions that would oppose such a meeting. The strategy worked. Normally, Vulpesen could knock down an auction like this by himself. Stealth around, knock out a few guards with the force then subdue the target. But now on his own in terms of supernatural forces, he had turned to his personal guard who stood scattered among the crowd in light armor. Nothing too fancy as to avoid rising suspicion, but enough to protect them in what would likely be a firefight.

Shifting his golden eyes to his target, Vulpesen took in the sight of Gorzub the hutt. Certainly an ugly one, but they all were. Not that it mattered. Gorzub could have been a Hapan princess and Vulpesen would still place them under arrest. Well... maybe not. He might have given Gorzub a wide berth and let his men do the job(Beautiful women seemed to be a very bad omen for him...) Bt the end result would be the same. In any case, as he approached the plat form,he produced a small audio devie and tossed it to Gorzub's fee- well, whatever the hell it was Hutts slithered on. Until the time was right, it was best he stay hidden while his message played.

'Gorzub Alrak Frajiik, you are hereby under arrest by the Vitae Alliance. This auction is over and you and your associates are to immediately surrender your slaves to our care and freedom. Compliance may earn you a lesser sentence. Resistance may end in the regrettable event of a death penalty.'

@La'kuus Quelin

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

Life as a simple person with simple jobs often turned to the worst in this day and age. People go off on adventures, get captured and turned into dancers for giant aliens who spurt the most horrible stench whenever they slither by, and worst of all, people get married. The thought of such a terrible commitment caused a shudder to run down one of the middle-most guard's spine. She was as some of the others were. Simple, and here just for a few credits. Make sure nothing goes wrong.

La'kuus stood in the middle of the room dressed in her sleek uniform. She would have worn her good outfit, but some of her employers thought this would much better suit the occasion. Just so long as no agencies or Jedi came out from the ceilings, everything should have been fine. The bids going crazy, the chatter about. Everyone looked shady, hoodie or not. Gently placing a hand on one of her thick hand-blasters, La La looked around the room as a small burst of excitement ran through the air. Looks like someone won a bid. All of the sudden, that voice. Metallic, like a device. She wasn't trained for this...

With a pair of bored green shining eyes, La La searched the room for the vocals of the sound and order. Oh, did working for these people mean she would get in trouble? Well, suppose she could fight and blame it on slavery. That sounded like the most reasonable approach at the time. Meanwhile, La La wasn't sure how the Hutt or crowd would react to the sudden news. She took a slow pace to walk to the voice, wherever it seemed to be coming from, keeping quiet and ready to investigate.

That was her simple job.

[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen smirked as he saw the confused look on the faces of the guards and the hutt as his disembodied voice gave its speech. Then, to no surprise of his, Gorzub began to laugh, something that was soon followed by a string of insults and curses that he didn't feel like remembering the translations for. The message was a clear 'no.' He let out a small sigh. 'They never surrender.'

If La'kuus Quelin was perceptive enough, she would catch the small sigh then the sleeved arm raising up to Vulpesen's face, revealing a black blade as he gave the command to his men. "Teradin." The very next moment, the stunned silence was turned into chaos. All around the illegal market, Vulpesen's men leaped onto stands, brandishing weapons from short blades to blaster's with which they entered their own aggressive negotiations with the local guards. Of course, the big Kohuna hutt would go to the one with the highest rank, Vulpesen himself. At the same time as his men, Vulpesen quickly leaped form the crowd, natural zorren agility making up for the power lost from the force as he dove forward, dagger leading the way.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

That was kind of fast. La'kuus whipped out a small knife from her sleeve and pulled a blaster with her left arm, wielding them both in a position to attack. She had the same weapon, but they had better numbers. Her only hope was poor negotiations or not-so-trained men. As the thought went through her mind, her gun let loose a few powerful blasts of energy, while the knife twirled in her hand, waiting for the moment she could truly use it.

While this may not have been the most exciting battle, La was still expected to win it, so that's what would have to happen, no matter what the cause. Even if it is to stop illegal businesses such as this. She didn't bother watching the laser fly away, as in an instant she turned to shoot again at another person. Only half of her firepower being used right now, she made way for the staff room. They needed the emergency beacon, the weapons... What would they do without it?

[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen let out a growl as one of La'kruus' bolts were launched at him. Pulling his dagger back, he defended his head by catching the bolt with the durasteel which was launched out of his hand in the process. "Blast." His ears flicked to the hum of a grav-sled, just before a section of the hutt's platform lifted up and started off after his bodyguard. "Keep fighting men, I'm going after him!" Recovering from his close call, Vulpesen dashed forward, hurling two daggers behind him into the main arms of the closet guards. Hopefully the action would buy him some time as he went after the lead guard and the slaver.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

The door to the staff lounge slid open with a hiss. La La ran in and pressed the emergency beacon, then ran back out, firing another bolt into the mess of the crowd before making way to the fleeing Hutt. It still had her pay. She twirled her just used gun in her hand to cool it lightly, catching it shortly after to blast more focused onto the guy who seemed to be the main target right now. Leader of the men, [member="Vulpesen"].

She made haste with her legs. These were the only true times she got to use them. Fighting, or running for her boss. Honestly it wouldn't hurt to save the Hutt's life. That would mean more credits for her, but also having him dead meant all the credits in his pockets... Or not. While her mind raced to what would be most lucrative, her arms and legs busily assisted as her eyes kept guard for the men flying after her.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen might not have had the force, but that didn't make him much slower, given his zorren anatomy. Dropping onto all fours with a pair of pops, he rocketed after La'Kuus and her employer. Additionally, this new stance, lowered him under the shot from the blaster, causing it to race harmlessly over his head. Now, the slaver and guard would be faced with a rather unnerving sight. That of a human body running like that of a beast with a black tail behind him, and piercing glowing golden eyes in front. Maybe it didn't effect the hardened sith, but for those not used to the galaxy's strangeness, it would see like something out of a horror-holofilm.