Faction [UGF] A Different Sort of Auction (Signups Welcome)

[Arla Rodarch]

Planet : Zygerria
Location : Lispari Brothers Auction House
Objectives : Infiltrate the Auction, Disable Security, Free the Slaves
A Valery Noble Gatz Derrevar Tragic Writer Rayne Lo'to Shan The Vulptex Ryana mina Noah Corek Elise Ahana-Gwyneira
B - Basaba Willamina Trace Xyston Seku Bondara Laphisto
C - Murba Jiidak Anzani Adeline Noctua Darth Strosius Marlon Sularen

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Description :

The Lispari Brothers Auction house is located conveniently close, a short walking distance from Zygerria's main spaceport. The space port is a massive facility that fed into a customs area before opening up onto the planet.

Security in the customs area is extremely tight, with scans of incoming travellers as well as their belongings. Armed guards patrol the spaceport, and ancient but severe looking battle droids line the walls of the customs zone. Sniffer beasts and Vornskrs are used to detect contraband and Jedi. Zygerria is the home of the slave trade, and they know how much of a target that makes them.

Once into the city there are markets and slave marts, many Zygerrian commercial ventures. In the wealthiest district closest to the port is one of the finest (and most disreputable) slave markets; the Lispari Brothers Auction House. The brothers maintain a tight grip on their sources of slaves and beasts, and charge exorbitant fees. Their wealth has brought them much power, and it is on display once you enter their territory.

The Auction House is a square three level building with a basement. The building is surrounded on all sides by an open courtyard lined with a high wall two stories high. The top of the wall is manned by patrol guards armed with rifles who have a clear view of the courtyards below.

The basement of the Auction House is where the slave and beast pens are and has its own access to the outside, only one way in or out. The ground floor is the barracks, the second floor is administration and the top floor is the Lispari Brothers' private residence.

Guests are not permitted inside the building without invitation, and are normally hosted in the North courtyard where the auctions are held. Marquees and seating is set out in the northern courtyard just inside the main gates. Here is a stage with a lectern from where the auctions are managed.

East and West of the building are open areas of grass and garden, while to the South are outdoor pens for some of the larger animals. The north gate is the main access to the compound, generally open during the day and closed at night, while the south gate is closed except in emergencies.

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Objective A - Boss Kalinka

Boss Kalinka arrived on his ship the Nostril of Palpatine, and rode down to the spaceport in a luxury SoroSuub shuttle. Accompanied by his two B-12 battle droids, he walked into the customs area where he was met by a senior official. He'd paid the right bribes to ensure he wasn't bothered, and had this functionary to deal with any issues.

Sir, we can't let you bring those droids along.

Boss Kalinka was not amused. And why not? Where I go, they go!

The customs official was sweating, he knew who he was dealing with, and he also knew he had his orders. He wilted under the Boss's stare. Trying not to shake, he held up one finger. To his relief, Boss Kalinka deigned to acquiesce.

Sorry, Righty, back to the ship.

One of the droids, 'Righty' turned 180 degrees and stomped back in the direction of Kalinka's ship. Satisfied, the official got out of his way quickly and Kalinka made his way into the city. It was a short walk to the Auction House, and with a massive battle droid alongside, he made good time through the crowded streets.

At the gates of the Lispari Brothers Auction House, the Boss ran into sterner security.

Droid has to wait outside. Kalinka here knew better than to try and argue. He nodded.

Wait here for me, Lefty.

The B-12 took up a position to one side of the gate and halted in place. The guards looked unhappy but let Kalinka pass on into the compound.

Past the high walls the north courtyard was gaudily decorated and sparsely appointed. There were basic seats, and a lot of the Lispari Brothers thugs roaming around. Kalinka ignored the thugs and found himself a seat close to the auctioneer's podium. One of the first to arrive, he sat down without looking around, and simply waited for the auction to begin.

Security for the UGF operation was extreme to put shame to the Zygerrians. They had set the operation up like a rebel cell, where those in the different units didn't know each other. If anyone was taken alive, they couldn't betray their fellow operatives. It made coordination difficult in the early stages, but increased their chances of remaining covert until the security was down.

Kalinka was part of Team A, posing as potential buyers. They would deal with the Zygerrians and the Brothers if and when there was trouble. Once Team B dealt with the slave collars, hopefully without getting caught, then they would coordinate in getting the slaves free and away. Time would be a factor, once the alarm was raised, the whole city and then the whole planet would come down upon the liberators. For now he just had to sit tight, but it was difficult, waiting, trusting to those he couldnt see to get it done. Even with Lefty waiting outside as backup, he didnt fancy having to shoot his way past half of Zygerria to get away. He looked over the list of the auction.

Lot A - Genuine Dathomiri Rancor Cub
Lot B - Twi'lek Twins trained in the seventy seven sighs
Lot C - Mon Cala tactical genius with decades of experience
Lot D - Yuuzhan Vong Warrior
Lot E - Infant Rathtar (sedated)
Lot F - Voxyn Beast (sedated)
Lot G - Four Elite Gammorrean Guards
Lot H - Arkanian Princess
Lot I - Human Fallanassi Witch
Lot J - Infant Purgill

It made Kalinka feel sick to see innocent beings that were bought and sold, and he wasn't too happy about the Zygerrians trafficking in helpless and honestly some not so helpless creatures. He was relieved to see the dangerous Voxyn and Rathtar would be sedated, one of those getting loose would endanger everyone.

 

[Basaba Willamina]

The Boolon Murr Center for Doctors and Healers served a few purposes... for the silver jedi it was a state of the art hospital and temple that had been built on Zygerria when they occupied it and managed to disrupt the slavers for a time. For the people on the world though it was a safe haven as the reinforced defenses allowed them to defend and that some of the heavier defensive platforms served as a deterrent. To the Bladesisters who operated out fo the various temple that were connected in the academy network that was being developed it allowed a good amount of resupply. They had been hired for a job and given a plan somewhat.

"So that is all of it?" She asked as the Beskar'kandar gleamed in the light adjusting itself with the shoulder cannons cycling through weapons. her wrists and finally her cybernetic Arm adjusted so it would be able to function with the armor properly compared to her body. The strength enhancement that was built into it needing to be matched across both of her limbs so it wouldn't throw things off. She clipped the helmet to her belt while looking over the holographic display of the city and where the auction was but also where they would be going to work on deactivating the collars. "I should drop a team of Mandalorian Knights from orbit to handle it."

She said it and the being that was looking at her with its blue glowing eyes and connection shrugged. "IT would be logical to damage as much but you would alter them and it would endanger the slaves unless you moved quickly. Even with the strength and speed of the Chimaera Class War Droid's you are not that fast.... dangerous as likely nothing would survive." The Arisen were always a fountain of optimism she expected from talking with them. The Tarre Heavy Fleet not being in system and instead patrolling near the Mandalorian temple itself. Basaba turning her gaze and attention to it. "You say that like it is a bad plan."

The arisen looked at her and she shrugged. "I have no opinion the the subject." That got a chuckle as she walked and ran a hand through her short hair ready to begin. "Fine fine... but be ready in case we rescue any of them.. the Zygarrians don't come into the perimeter so any rescues can get treatment here." SHe only got a nod while her war droid was there and the looming machine present her a weapons platform to handle any situation. "We're going to go for subtle and stealth alright." She said it to the computer of the beast and it spun up some of its cannonss. "Close enough... just have to see." She said it while climbing on and it took off into the air.

 

[Elise Ahana-Gwyneira]

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Equipment
Armor	Novanian Gas Mask.
Melee Weapons	Copad'kal, "Ambition", personal Mandalorian Kal.
	Kada'yr, Mandalorian Kal.
Pistols	DXN-57 Breachlight blaster pistol.
Chemical	Concealed dart launcher fitted with hallucinogenic knock out drugs and small Mother's Root dosses.

Primary Objective: Free slaves.
Secondary Objective: To be discovered...
Allies: Arla Rodarch Valery Noble Gatz Derrevar Tragic Writer Rayne Lo'to Shan The Vulptex Ryana mina Noah Corek Basaba Willamina Trace Xyston Seku Bondara Laphisto .
Enemies: Murba Jiidak Anzani Adeline Noctua Darth Strosius Marlon Sularen ...
Misc. Tags: To be discovered...

H E A L T H - B A R:
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Slavers. Some of the most horrific, rotten excuses for people in the whole galaxy. It made Elise Vizsla burn with rage. Her little sister was a slave, before being saved and adopted into her Mandalorian family. As a Shaman, Elise had the unfortunate honor of accidently tapping into some of those memories... and they were always terrible to recall. So when she heard of an operation to save some slaves from Zygerrian auctioneers, she leaped at the opportunity. That was why, dressed in some casual civilian clothes, Elise was one of many in a crowd waiting at the auction. Elise's two knives and a pistol were carefully concealed, away from view. They were kept at the ready for the need to fight, but even as a Mandalorian she hoped she would not need it. It hopefully would only take some illusion techniques, maybe spraying some thugs were Mother's Root, and a lot of conversational skills... Her job was simple - keep the auction going as long as possible, so another group of saboteurs could free the slaves.

Looking out into the lots were slaves were penned like Sithspawn, Elise snarled at what she saw. Some twi'leks, some gammorreans, a Mon Cala... Even a full blooded Arkanian was in captivity. As a hybrid with some Arkanian genes in her, growing up in an offshoot Arkanian society, it hit home for the young Novanian. Seeing animals, infant animals, caged and ready to sell as well also made her blood boil. Animal cruelty had always been horrendous to Elise, a girl with close connections to nature. She pulled her hood tighter over her head, trying to keep anyone suspicious from noticing her rage. She had to save them all! She had always wanted to be a hero, and now was her chance...

She pulled her sleeves over her concealed dart launcher, which looked more like a bracelet either way. The hired guards here were of the nasty sort, but Elise oddly was not afraid of them. Sure, they would be difficult in a fight, but she had been trained to fight her entire life. Furthermore, with all her Shamanic tricks up her sleeves, she could only hope that it would not be necessary.

She looked around the auction hall, carefully looking for other members of her party. People here who had the same objective as her. To free these captives, and to make the galaxy a better place.

 

[Shan]

Location: Zygerria Lispari Brothers Auction House
Objective: Infilitrate and Distract Slavers
Equipment: Blaster
Tags: Elise Ahana-Gwyneira Arla Rodarch Basaba Willamina
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Once Shan had heard information about this slave auction, he almost immediately jumped at the chance to go and investigate it. Whilst some might have thought he was doing it out of the kindness of his own heart, or because of the fact he was a Jedi, it was for a much more selfish reason. Seeing that his mother had been sold to slavers on Nar Shaddaa, he wanted to see what information he could find out about her. Perhaps he'd even be able to find her here, though he doubted he would actually be that lucky. It might have better for him not to have came however, considering how much anger he felt towards the slavers. There was also the fact he had left his lightsaber behind, having considered it would be more difficult to conceal than his blaster. Especially considering he was now wearing his casual outfit as opposed to his jedi robes. It wasn't like he would need to rely on his lightsaber anyway, he still had the Force which he could use in a myriad of ways to help him, if it came to it, but for now? He was going to just rely on his words.

In the auction house, Shan stared at the slaves that were penned up, scowling to himself ever so slightly. No sign of his mother...but there were innocent creatures here. Children. How could someone do this to infants? The Padawan had to focus on his breathing to control his anger. It was rare for him to actually feel anger towards people, but recently his anger and hatred towards slavers had been growing more and more. Breathe. Focus on something else. Shan turned his attention to the others in the auction house, trying to sense their emotions. He wanted to see what others felt in here right now. There were clearly going to be people who were looking forward to the sale, but he was sure there'd be others like himself who were angry...

So as soon as he noticed someone who seemed to have a large amount of rage in them...He made his way over. If things did go wrong, well...A Jedi was good by themselves, but with help? He was sure he'd be able to do a decent job if it came to fighting. The Mirialan just settled near Elise Ahana-Gwyneira glancing in her direction and giving her a rather fake smile before looking ahead of himself.

"A...lovely "selection" they have today, isn't it? Though I think they'd look much better out of their cages."

It sickened Shan to even say the first part of that sentence, but he had to pretend he was actually interested in all of this. Even if she was angry, and Shan was angry, that didn't mean the people around them were and if anyone was listening to him and he outwardly said "I want to break them out"...Well, there'd be hell to pay for it all.

 

[Murba Jiidak Anzani]

PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: ACQUIRE AUCTION BEASTS

ALLIES: NONE YET

ENEMIES: NONE YET

Location: Lispari Brothers Auction House.



Thanks to his connections within the Crymorah Syndicate, Murba Jiidak Anzani, had caught wind of a prestigious auction on Zygerria. Slaves were always in abundance on Zygerria, but this auction had several special "items" for sale. What interested Murba most were the beasts! He had yet to see them first hand, it was a good thing the Zygerrians were expecting the Crymorah's presence, and as an Underboss he would be able to use his connections to sway the auction in his favor.. if he saw something he liked that is. Murba also had with him a Nexu from Cholganna, he intended to provide it to the Lispari Brothers as a show of good will.

Once he arrived at the spaceport he was greeted by Zygerrian delegates of the Lispari Brothers, they exchanged pleasantries. "Underboss Murba. Your presence here will greatly improve the reputation of the Lispari Brothers. We hope this will help bolster the friendship between the Crymorah Syndicate, and Zygerria." -Quite the diplomat, trying to charm me already- Murba thought to himself. "Of course my friend, the Crymorah is thankful for your hospitality. I too bring gifts.." Murba turned as some of his henchmen unloaded a large cage housing a sedated Nexu. "From Cholganna. You won't find a more lethal predator! Nearly took the lives of two of my men before we managed to sedate him." Murba chuckled looking into the eyes of the Zygerrian delegates, he could see the profit in their eyes.

"A fine addition for the auction, sir." The Lispari Brother delegate said, approaching to look the beast over, inspecting it for any defects or injuries. "Of course, in exchange I would expect to see these beasts you have for auction. I want to inspect them myself." Murba stated to the delegate as they began to lead Murba to the auction house itself. "I assure you that the animals are in perfect condition.. and--" The delegate began, but Murba cut him off. "To speak plainly, I will see the beasts; I'll know exactly what they look like, and exactly what conditions they're in." Murba looked him in the eye. "I wouldn't want the Splice Syndicate to get the wrong idea about these auctions...especially if you're trying to sell damaged goods." Murba said, implying a veiled threat. "O-of course- Of course you're more than welcome to see the items, I'd be more than happy to show you myself." Murba nodded, taking in the extravagent nature of his surroundings as the delegate explained in detail about the beasts up for auction.

"I'm most interested in the rancor cub from Dathomir, and the Voxyn beast.." Murba continued as they approached the auction house itself, he licked his lips and interlaced his fingers. "Tell me, how did you come by such extravagant animals?" Murba asked, as he was lead into the basement where the animals and slaves would be held..


Shan Arla Rodarch Basaba Willamina Elise Ahana-Gwyneira

 

[Rayne Lo'to]

Zygerria
Tags: Shan , Elise Ahana-Gwyneira , Arla Rodarch , others...

"A...lovely "selection" they have today, isn't it? Though I think they'd look much better out of their cages."

That was a que of an ally.

Rayne had a rather large cloak over her, as she had snuck in to try and assist when underground rumors began to spread about a potential operation for breaking slaves out of an auction. She was no stranger to slavers, forced to work in a sweat shop out of the front of an orphanage she had been dumped at as a child. Especially seeing two of her own up on display, a pair of young twins, it was easy to understand her complete disgust at the industry of Zygerria.

There was a special place in hell for these people.

"Their droid guards are quite lovely," a vocoder spoke from under her cloak. "They have rather dated brains... quite antique."

She was in their heads. Her Technopathy was subtly on display, and her lips flitted with each droid she assessed. It was a rather clear signal to the others present that she could take control of them, even if it wasn't outright stated. It was an option for distraction at the very least. They needed all the options they could take. Rayne was ready for anything.

All she needed was a clear course of action to follow.

 

[Laphisto]

Location: Zygerria Lispari Brothers Auction House
Objective: Free the Slaves and add recruits to Lilaste Ranks
Equipment: Broad Saber, LO-12S



as the LAET/I shuttle drew close to the outcropping of their LZ, the gunship flew close to the ground to avoid detection on their way across the planet's surface. Grabbing onto one of the handrails inside the gunship, Laphisto addressed Trace Xyston and his team, eyes dancing over the members of Elghaseki team six. His eyes flashed a teal blue as he looked at them through the force as opposed to his otherwise blurry vision. " All alright, men, we are drawing near our LZ. You know, the drill: infiltrate the estate, blend into the crowd without being spotted, and make our way to the basement. Our goal is to free the slaves in the auction, the humanoids, not the beasts." pulling out a small holoprojector, he opened it up, showing the foundation of the building, which included the guards' stations and the manor's defenses.

" we will be facing heavy mercenary contracts as well as security droids. The entrance point is a side chamber on the compound's south side. We cut our way into the bottom of the tower near a ventilation shaft, and from there, we can eliminate the guards on the ground floor. After that, we will need to take up disguises, so try not to damage the armor of the guards we kill too much. We will need it for the second phase."

As Laphisto spoke, he traced the team's path from the drop ship down to the tower and over to the main building. " I, along with the team sniper, will stay in the tower to provide overwatch for the rest of you as you enter the building. Find the remote, code, or whatever they use to keep those collars online. We don't know if they have explosives built into them, so cutting them off will not be an option." Putting the holo projector away, his eyes flicked back to their natural color, a soft wince rolling over his face as he griped and rubbed at the corner of his eyes with his thumb and pointed finger. Shaking his head lightly, he looked back up." the Vi'ko will be waiting for us in orbit. They will have their power turned off to avoid detection. So we are on our own down here till the mission is complete. Is that understood?"

 

[The Vulptex]

A brunette woman in a blue trenchcoat made her way into the building. Making her way past the sensors was easy with what she had on, and no force powers meant she didn't need to worry about the beasts. She was well kempt, and her coat seemed to hide whatever was under it. She came with invitation, and any guard wondering what was inside her coat would be met with a small gi that was well kempt, and, as far as the guards could find, nothing inside.

Once inside, she looked around. She spotted Shan and Rayne Lo'to , walking towards them with a casual gait.

"They have rather dated brains... quite antique."

"I wouldn't discount a droid that old." The woman added. "They're still quite lethal." She pulled a small piece of paper out of her coat, subtly slipping it to Shan.

I'm with the SIA. I take it you're from the jedi?

 

[Tragic Writer]

---In Orbit---​

Dorian ultimately had very little personal action, or interaction with any slave, or a slaving nation for that matter. He knew of its evil and the corruption of any faction that would employ such a vile tactic. His old master may have taught him about the slaves of the Empire's past, but unlike his old ghostly master, he found the idea revolting, a fate worse than death in most cases.

Today Dorian would be posing as a buyer of these slaves, to help free them in an operation hosted by the UGF. His status within the Diplomatic state would be more than enough for the power or wealth required.

He would arrive in orbit of the planet commanding a DX-FS 19 'Orion' Class Corvette that was named 'Yasuke'. The Hangers on the ship were almost empty, except for two ships. A luxurious shuttle, that would be his ship for the day. An old H-2 Shuttle that was lying around. Something that Dorian Made sure was put back into working order for this task. He wanted to give off the illusion that he was dead serious about the purchase, with the looks to match.

On board, the shuttle would be Dorian, Guarded by two standard D-8 Sentries, Each painted with the royal colors and bearing the marks of Draconian Nobility, and A pilot of course.

The second ship was Dorian's Personal fighter. This would be an escort for the shuttle to fly planetside, flown by Dorian's Personal guard droid, who had his own separate orders after the shuttle had made a safe landing.

---On the Bridge of 'Yasuke'---
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"Is everything ready for my departure captian"

"Yes, my lord The AO is clear you will have a smooth flight"

"Good, What about reinforcements"

"On standby ready to jump in and out on your command"

"Perfect...You have the con captain"

Dorian would then leave the bridge heading down to the shuttle, and after a little bit of a wait both the shuttle and its 'escort' would take off. Dorian would speak to his droid from the small holo table within the shuttle

"Cole, you ready for your task?"

"Yes master, I will handle my tasks"

---On the surface---
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While it would take some time to land on the surface and have the two droids escort the nobility-dressed Dorian to the compound and place of auction, he looked like he belonged. Perhaps a bit too much.

 

[Trace Xyston]

Trace nodded to Laphisto and turned his gaze forward. The landing zone was growing in the viewport ahead, nestled in a clearing in the trees. The second the transport touched down, Trace and his team filed out ahead of their draconic leader. Without wasting any time, they began the trek to the estate, who's tower was visible just over the canopy of vibrant leaves.

A slave auction. Absolutely unacceptable and horrendous. The Twi'lek race had been through so much injustice, and his parents had made sure to teach him about that terrible past. And Trace grew to hate it, like many other beings in the galaxy. The thought of such a practice was repulsive to him, so how could others actually like it? How could an entire culture endorse it? Trace would make sure to teach them a lesson.

When they exited the small forest, the estate was just up ahead, and he could already spot some droids staring stoically at them. But they obviously didn't spot the Elghaseki, otherwise they would be firing everything they had at them. Trace had done some research on the manor's defenses before he'd arrived, and the team had learned that these droids needed to see the enemy to shoot the enemy.

So Trace would take them down without being spotted. He and Rhomma, another Elghaseki, creeped up as far as the treeline allowed, and pulled out their grappling hooks. The droids were probably twenty meters out... a bit beyond the range of their makeshift weapons. Oh well. Even if he was spotted, the droids wouldn't have enough time to report in. "Now," Trace whispered, and he and Rhomma took off running past the trees, towards the matte-black human shaped droids in front of them.

The Elghaseki both fired their grappling hooks, which smashed right through both droids' faces and onto the high wall behind them. Trace leapt forward and pulled out his vibroblade, holding it out to his right side.. The grappling hook, with its powerful pull system, heaved Trace straight past the droid. Once he landed on the wall, he was parallel to the ground. The Twi'lek craned his neck to look at the droid... it was sparking on the ground, headless. Excellent.

Trace waved forward, beckoning for Laphisto and the rest of his team to come forward. He landed on the ground with a thud, tucked his grappling hook into his concealed utility belt, and straightened his civilian clothes. That's when he noticed how open he felt without his armor. How vulnerable. Is this what Kostodu feels like at all times? I couldn't imagine... Focus!

He shoved the thought of his brother out of his mind and began to think about what was in front of him now. The courtyard. Thankfully no one was here. They were all gathered at the North side. But that wasn't too far away. Trace looked up...there were battlements atop the tall wall. And there were guards patrolling along it. One was about to pass right now....

Trace had an idea.

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto enjoyed being out on the field. He didn't get to do that often enough these days, a feat that made him frown softly. He was more accustomed to the battlefield than sitting behind the lines. Making sure the order's operations were running efficiently, so when this operation slid across his desk, and the call for aid was given by the other members of the UGF, he couldn't pass on it. After all, this was one of the group's few joint operations. Who was he to sit idly by and let the others have the fun?

When Trace and Rhomma pushed forward, he sat by, watching them curiously. And when the pair had attacked and disabled two droids before lurching themselves onto the wall, he raised a brow softly, not exactly according to plan, but if it got the job done, then that's all that mattered. Reaching out with force, he quickly pulled the broken droids out of view and into the forest where they wouldn't be seen by passing guards. He just hoped that no one would notice the two missing droids.

Crouching down, he waited for each team member to rush over and board the wall before he moved to do the same. He rushes across the small open field and presses himself against the wall. His wings rustled lightly on his back. He thought momentarily about using his wings, though he quickly decided against that. The sound of his wings would be too risky. Instead, he shook his head, force-jumping onto the wall, landing next to the other team members, and quickly crouching down. At least a seven-foot dragon-like humanoid be seen on the outer wall.

"All alright so far so good. Let's get some uniforms and infiltrate the facility. We can use this tower as an overwatch position. I'll use my sight to watch you. Ill be able to see the guards for the most part. After you get in, find the keys or access codes or whatever information you can find. if there are more of these slave rings out there, we can enact similar liberations." he wasn't particularly fond of slavers. After all, his species were slaves to the Rakattan at one point in their history, used to fuel their ships as a type of living battery, or at least that's what he was raised learning about from his people back when they were more prominent in the galaxy. He gave a slight frown to himself, thinking on the aspect of it.

Shaking his head off his thoughts, he cleared his throat softly before looking at the door separating them from the tower. Taking a soft breath, he gave trace a light nod, bracing himself for what lay before them. hopefully they could breach the room and clear out the guards before a signal could be given of their presence

 

[Seku Bondara]

Seku absolutely despised slavers. No one could necessarily blame her, having grown up in the squalor of Nar Shadda, and forced into slavery for a motley assortment of owners from a young age, until finally something in her snapped. She had shot the Hutt crime lord, who had openly boasted that he would break her defiant spirit once and all, dead between the eyes with a blaster she had brazenly stolen from one of his drunk minions. Forced to flee Nar Shadda after the Hutts placed a sizable bounty on her head, Seku went underground, traveling from one seedy spaceport to another, until that memorable day when she caught the attention of an SIA operative scouting for fresh recruits, who instead of turning her over to the local constables for pickpocketing, offered her a clean slate and a chance to put her street smarts to work.

She was operating solo, without the knowledge of SIA, and should her cover be compromised, there would be no cavalry coming over the hill at the last second to save the day. SIA would disavow all knowledge of her existence.

Seku was trying hard to make herself inconspicuous, but when one was an attractive Rutian Twi'lek smack in the middle of the sea of debauchery such as this slave auction seemed to be, it felt to her like every eye was upon her, regardless.

A tap on her shoulder made Seku spin around, hand on the blaster concealed under her nondescript robes. A startled Rodian female put up both hands to show she was unarmed.

"Not so fast, friend."

"I'm not your friend," Seku said in a tone that said she was all business.

"I recognize you. You Rutian Twi'lek who killed big Hutt boss on Nar Shadda, many years ago now," the Rodian whispered. "Not safe here. If slavers find you, sell you back to the Hutts they will."


"How the hell do you know me," Seku demanded.

"No mystery there. Your wanted poster was all over Nar Shadda back in the day," the Rodian answered. "After so many years and no one claiming the bounty, they gave up. They thought you were dead."

Seku had to smile a bit on the inside. When she had gone into the SIA, they'd taken great care to erase any trace of her from public records. For all practical purposes, she was a ghost.

"I think it's best if we're not seen together," Seku said. "Too many unfriendlies about."

"Agreed," the Rodian replied. "Good luck to you. Watch your back."

TAGS- Open

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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A_D I F F E R E N T_S O R T_O F_A U C T I O N

FINAL DAWN
ZYGERRIA, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Sularen sighed as his assistant, Colonel Rackham asked him the very same question again. “Ugh, how many times do we have to go over this, Colonel. As usual I've taken the necessary steps to ensure a safe withdrawal should things go south. This won’t be a repetition of Sharb or Eriadu”Sularen replied, referring to the time a bunch of New Imperial operatives attempted to abduct him when he had attempted to investigate the ruins of an old Research Facility belonging to an old foe along with a summit he had previously attended where he was subject to an intense debate by the self-proclaimed High Moff of Eriadu before being caught off-guard and humiliated by Kyrel Ren, losing an arm in the process.

However, Sularen couldn’t really blame his aide for being so concerned. After all he had an active bounty on his head, courtesy of those scummy self-serving Senators in the Core Worlds, and was the last surviving major Mawite Warlord, at a time where Mawites we’re still being actively hunted by the GADF and NJO. But then again, the High Regent had outlived both Solipsis and Mori and survived two assassination attempts and the previously mentioned abduction attempt. If he had managed to survive for so long, then he would most certainly be able to withstand any challenge that would rise to face him.

Regardless, the Slave Auction at Zygerria was still something that Sularen could not ignore especially given he had received. From what he’d heard, among one of the Slaves being held up for the auction was a Mon Calamari Tactical Genius with supposed years of experience, while the Mon Calamari had little use to the High Regent, his mind was priceless and could offer the High Regent additional knowledge that could be utilized against his foes. Even though the benefits of such an acquisition were minimal, to Sularen every small opportunity and advantage counted as even the smallest difference could be the key to securing victory.

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“We’re about to arrive at Zygerria, sir” one of the Pilots said as the Shuttle Sularen was traveling and reached the final stages of its hyperspace journey. “Reverting from hyperspace in three…two…one” Soon enough, the Neo-Imperial Stealth Shuttle would emerge from hyperspace arriving in proximity to the Outer Rim world of Zygerria. “Inform the Fleet of our arrival and to remain on stand-by for future deployment when necessary.” Sularen ordered as the Shuttle began to accelerate, beginning its approach towards Zygerria. “I have a bad feeling about this,” Rackham said, as the Shuttle descended through the atmosphere, closing in towards the main spaceport and eventually making landfall within one of the docking bays.

Once the Shuttle had touched the ground, Sularen, Rackham and a small entourage of eight Elite Raptor SuperCommandos emerged from the craft, where they were greeted by a Zygerrian delegate of the Lispari Brothers. “High Regent Sularen, welcome to the Zygerria. The Lispari Brothers send their gratitude for the recent ‘donation’ your organization has so generously provided to us.” the delegate began. “Good to hear.” Sularen responded. “Now, I've heard that you have a supposed Tactical Genius and a Fallanassi Witch among your catalogues. If possible i’d like to inspect them before the beginning of the auction to ensure that they are in perfect condition and to avoid any…future complications regarding the merchandise” Sularen said

“Of course, sir. Right this way.” the Delegate said as he led the High Regent and his entourage towards the Auction House nearby which was fortunately located at a short walking distance from the space port from which they were currently positioned. Today would simply be business as usual and at the end of the auction Sularen would walk out with two small prizes that would simple be added to his large collection of assets that may be of use in the far future.

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[Arla Rodarch]

Planet : Zygerria
Location : Lispari Brothers Auction House, North Courtyard
Objective : Infiltrate the Auction
As : Boss Kalinka
Tags : Marlon Sularen Seku Bondara Laphisto Trace Xyston Tragic Writer The Vulptex Rayne Lo'to Murba Jiidak Anzani Shan Elise Ahana-Gwyneira Basaba Willamina

Music began to play from hidden speakers, and the auction stage lit up. Kalinka looked up to see the auctioneer, a wide bellied Besalisk, take his place at the lectern, waving to the crowd like a grinning entertainer.

There was activity up on the building's top floor balcony. The Lispari Brothers made their appearance, looking fairly disinterested, surrounded by sycophants, and their Zeltron companions. One of the two Zygerrian brothers made a halfhearted wave to the gathered guests before sitting down to watch from above.

Boss Kalinka settled in his seat, looking over the list of arrivals that had been forwarded to his pic-screen by his B-12 droid 'Lefty' who remained outside the main gate. There were some high-profile surprises on the list of names. Some were more notorious than the Boss himself, which amused him as well as generating a little professional jealousy. Though he no longer courted notoriety, he was at his core, and would always be, a pirate at heart.

He looked up to see a pair of guards, a Nikto and a Weequay, appeared on the side of the stage, with a large Rancor cub between them, securely chained. The cub was reportedly genuinely from Dathomir, though how one was supposed to tell the difference was beyond Kalinka. The goons managed to force the beast onto the stage, and the Besalisk auctioneer managed not to cringe away from the creature and maintained his wide toothy smile. The jaunty music faded away as the auctioneer got the Auction under way in a booming voice.

"Let us begin the bidding for Lot A. Do i hear two hundred thousand credits? First bid!"

Kalinka turned his head to look back at the others, looking to see who might bid first. The Hutt was certainly a serious player, and one to be watched carefully. He couldn't know friend from foe among the gathering, and there would be many snakes in this particular grass. He didn't speak to anyone, nor raise his hand to bid yet. The gamesman in him wanted to gauge the field before entering.

The Boss knew well that the Lispari Brothers would sink to any level of depravity and disingeniousness to acquire what they could sell at a profit. They were among the lowest of the low scum, and he was looking forward to costing them a great deal of pain and trouble today. If those who did business with them also got burned, well, that was their hard luck, wasn't it. Having found his own redemption he had little mercy for those who had not.

 

[Murba Jiidak Anzani]

PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: ACQUIRE AUCTION BEASTS

ALLIES: NONE YET

ENEMIES: NONE YET

Location: Lispari Brothers Auction House.




Murba bobbed his head from side to side as the catchy tunes could play, he could barely hide his excitement, a rancor cub! He was riled beyond belief at how they treated the poor thing in that horrid basement they kept the creature in. His eyes widened as they brought it out on the stage with the auctioneer, he had saw the cub downstairs in the auction house, but to see it here outside in the sun. Truly a magnificent creature!

Murba had been settled in a central location towards the front to ensure he could be seen, he threw a hand up to ensure the auctioneer could see him, making a loud boasting sound to be sure. "Ho! Here!" He grinned widely as the auctioneer acknowledged him, turning to whisper a few words to one of his henchmen who awaited beside him. "If things don't go our way, get ready." Murba said calmly as his lackey grunted, smiling all the while to throw off anyone who had put prying eyes on him. This wasn't friendly territory, and he had already seen many types of folk in the crowd.. no telling what could happen. He had to expect the best outcome, and be prepared for the worst.



Arla Rodarch Marlon Sularen Laphisto Seku Bondara Trace Xyston Shan Elise Ahana-Gwyneira Rayne Lo'to Tragic Writer The Vulptex

 

[Valery Noble]

Zygerria

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Blasters Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Open (though Val is currently cloaked)

Valery watched from the Shadows as the auction began.

There wasn't anything in the Galaxy that she hated more than slavery, but she knew better than to let those emotions control her. So while she wanted to go down there and level this entire place on her own, she forced restraint and took note of the various buyers, as well as the current slave owners. Any single one she'd be able to identify today was another target that she could pursue another time.

Or, if necessary, she could send their details to other Jedi or the SIA.

Either way, she was looking for an opportunity to make her move, and first allow the potential buyers and slave owners to expose themselves. It'd make it easier for her to go after them, and hopefully made it far more difficult for them to fight back. She'd strike when they were most vulnerable, and it'd be over before they knew what hit them.

The Alliance's Sword was watching closely.

 

[Gatz Derrevar]

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Weapons: Blaster

Gatz was ashamed to say that this wasn't his first time on Zygerria. It had been something of a common stop, during his days smuggling spice for Kragan Garr. And though he'd never been to the slave auctions, he knew all too well what Zygerria was known for. He'd simply chosen to look the other way, in the past, as he counted his credits for a job well done.

He wasn't that man anymore. Or, maybe he still was, but he was making an effort to be better.

Zygerria's slaving empire was several times larger than Kragan's, at least. And unlike with Kragan's operation, he didn't know anybody on the inside. No contacts, no old employers, not even a servant girl in some Zygerrian's palace. But when he'd heard about the auction... well, he couldn't just walk away. He genuinely had no idea what he could do here, but running away from these kinds of problems was no longer an option for him.

So he was canvasing the courtyard, auspicious red jacket making him stick out as it always did, but at least he looked the part of a low life. The auction itself was to be hosted out here. Guests were out here in droves, but the "merchandise" was inside. Guards patrolled the roof, and it was clear to Gatz that there was nothing he could do out here at the moment. All in all, it seemed straight forward enough for an auction.

All except... well, he swore he kept feeling hints of a familiar presence in the Force. But... no. It was too weak for him to place it, and that was if he wasn't imagining it. No, he was here on his own.

Focus.

He needed to find a way into the auction house. He didn't have the money to bribe his way in, not anymore, and that meant he would have to resort to other means. So Gatz took a moment to scan the crowd of guests, looking for someone who looked a little more... opulent. Someone with status, who might have an invitation. He found his target: a well dressed Ithorian, chatting with another well dressed guest.

Gatz meandered through the crowd, doing his best to imitate that old scoundrel swagger he used to walk with, pushing past people as if he wasn't paying much attention to them. Once he was near the Ithorian, he feigned tripping over a woman's foot, and bumped right into the man. They both stumbled a bit, and Gatz reached his arms out as if to steady himself on the man so that he didn't fall over.

Of course, his hands quickly and lightly patted down pockets, all while he "caught" himself.

"I'm so sorry about that," he feigned a smile, as he straightened out, "excuse me."

And Gatz Derrevar walked away, the Ithorian shaking his head and returning to his conversation, none the wiser that Gatz was currently tucking the man's invitation into his jacket pocket.

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Tags: Open

 

[Basaba Willamina]

Objective B:

The war droid continued to climb up into the air. Sensors giving a readout while she debated the best way to go about this and used the clouds overhead to adjust while repulsors kept them up. One hand on the droid and the other checking her equipment one final time... best stealth approach would be to go cloaked but she had ditched the cloak for more tank like armor and the much better weapon system.... she could go loud which was best and beeline it... a risk as she didn't know where but if she coudl disrupt communications and signals from going out it would mean she had a little more time to work on deactivating and aiding in the freeing... Her hand rested on the Monroe-Horak Multipurpose Combat Rifle and clipping it to the back of her armor as its power cell was fully loaded. More than enough for most combat situations and her knives. THe droid droid would add to the beefiness of an assault where she was checking on it. THis was just like going against that one mando and soldier only no pausing every five minutes to saying she and the other were playing at war the wrong way. She shook her head... she was overthinking this plan. Shoot slavers first... ask questions about how she was going to handle the clean up later.... and just make sure all of their systems got mucked up to disable everythign if she was going with the best plan. "Scan for their communication systems." She said it and was looking while she could adjust standing there and looking down. "Good." The wardroid blinked to confirm as she jumped off and the repulsors sent her going quickly like a piece of debris at first look and they would kick in to stop her before hitting the ground like practiced.

 

[Audren Sykes]

Location: Zygerria - local eatery
Objective: Make Time
Equipment: Blaster, baton, lightsaber (disassembled)

Audren was saddened to see how slavery had returned on Zygerria. It seemed like it hadn't been all too long ago that the Silvers had put an end to that...but come to think of it that had been the Silver Sanctum Coalition and the galactic influence of the Silver Jedi - he forgot how many leadership changes had occurred since then - had significantly waned in the intervening time. From ma historical perspective it suggested that some things were resistant to change...the planet had bounced between major powers for centuries yet slavery always came back when given the chance.

This was not the Sephi's first exposure to such a situation. He'd heard the Silver Jedi's rules and laws described as a nuisance and a difficulty, but not something that couldn't be overcome with some creative ingenuity or palm-greasing. In fairness though, he'd also heard the same about almost every other major galactic power - and many minor ones - in living memory. If they didn't want the help, why give it? This perspective had reinforced his current stance of largely stepping away from the major powers and focusing on completing his own goals, his way.

There were, of course, exceptions to the rule. Those who needed the help but couldn't get it for whatever reason. Slaves typically fell into that category. So when he'd heard whispers through the various Jedi grapevines that someone was planning on disrupting an auction in an area he'd be around, he decided to join in. His help couldn't be overt, he was still a known Jedi in some circles. But he had people, and there were other ways. The Jedi Master had gone to the effort of procuring a small piece of voidstone, which had allowed him to slip by the vornskrs undetected. Basic weapons were allowed, so he carried a blaster pistol and baton. He also had his lightsaber, but that was disassembled for smuggling through customs and would take a bit to become available. Heavier weapons obtained locally were stashed nearby, but if they needed any of this there was trouble. Frontline they were not.

So he found himself at a local eatery. It was just down the street from the auction house, moderately-busy, had an outdoor section, and there were many on business calls inside privacy fields at the tables. He had one other with him and a third set up with a half-dozen computers in their ship. True to form, their hacker was not very happy that she didn't get to eat at the diner with them. Even while she complained they could hear her crunching through some of her snacks. Their fourth was undercover in the auction itself and would not feed them information directly unless things went south.

"Any time now, Sieneva."

"Do you know how much data I'm parsing here? Hold your horses."

The rejoinder was accompanied by an extra-loud crunch, apparently to make a point.

The premise was simple: the normal guards were a known quantity so if something goes wrong, call in the cavalry. Sieneva would find those backup teams, the other two would quietly neutralize their capacity to respond.

Arla Rodarch​

 

[Trace Xyston]

At Laphisto 's silent order, Trace crept forward to the door straight ahead, and the guard that was about to swipe his keycard into it. The Twi'lek snuck up behind the human and stood up. A shadow fell over the door, but his prey's neck was snapped before he could turn around or scream for help. Trace picked up the fallen keycard and waved forward a few of his Elghaseki. Rhomma and Garz crouched down low, blasters (on stun mode to reduce the noise) aimed at the door, prepared to shoot anyone inside.

He swiped the card. A touchpad on the door lit up and the entrance opened up, revealing a bare room. Quickly, the two Elghaseki that were kneeling a second ago, were inside the room, back-to-back. After a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, Rhomma gave an all-clear signal and Trace walked in, followed by the rest of the team. Already, he noticed something that Rhomma didn't. A ladder leading up. Interesting. Perhaps this area was storage for this bunker-like area?

Trace walked slowly towards the ladder and looked up to find a hole in the ceiling, big enough for a person to squeeze through. The Twi'lek waved to his team, holstered his rifle, and began the short climb. His heart pounding, Trace kept his gaze behind him, where the new room was. When he had climbed high enough and through the hole, light shone into the small vertical tunnel. Trace poked his head up...and quickly came back down. From his quick observation, the room had an open slit across the room from the ladder, probably to look out (and shoot intruders from a high ground advantage). There were also four human security guards sitting down around a small square table.

Trace hung on for dear life on the ladder as he listened in to their conversation.

"-but that's a Sabaac! I swear it!"

"Farzon, that's not how this game works. Do you not know how to add?"

The bickering continued, and Trace decided this was the perfect time to strike. Only one of the men was faced in his direction, and that man was the one currently adding up his cards. The Elghaseki sprang into action, popping up from the ladder and whipping out his pistol. Farzon didn't notice Trace, and that gave the Twi'lek time to blast him with a stun shot.

He quickly disabled the other three guards and surveyed his handiwork. All four men, slumped in their chairs, cards fluttering slowly to the ground. Perfect. Trace turned to glance down at the tunnel, and found four of his other teammates already beside him.

"Looks like we missed the party," Garz sighed.

"Unfortunate for you. Alright, let's take these guards' uniforms and infiltrate the base. Oh, and tell Laphisto about our success. The tower is clear," Trace said.

Laphisto