The Arch Wilder
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
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