War's Bitter Fruit [Open]

[Aryon Lestyr]

The Cassiopeia Corridor​

Between Artorias and Theta Kai​

Officially unaligned space​

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Even the beauty of hyperspace seemed somehow dulled by the weight of responsibility that Aryon Lestyr now felt upon his shoulders.

Standing on the bridge of the mighty ARV Prospion, perhaps the finest vessel in Artorias's small navy, the young king stared out at the twisting void with a heavy heart. One standard month now. One standard month since the last time his father had told him goodbye, since his mother's final nag about eating right. Even with all that had happened in that month, all of the pomp and ceremony and frantic councils to bring him up to speed, it was hard to believe that they were gone. Those two powerful presences, tireless, seemingly invincible, the guiding forces in his life. Now, despite all the advisors and courtiers and fawning sycophants who swooped around him, he felt terribly alone.

"Your highness, we have reached the corridor," Captain Cineas reported. The captain was easily twice Aryon's age, grizzled and scarred, a veteran of more boarding actions than months the young king had spent at university. If he disapproved of this newcomer on his bridge, if he judged the youth's inexperience, he gave no sign. Whatever he felt was locked behind his steely gaze, along with all the memories of lost comrades and brushes with death. Aryon would not be phased by the displeasure of any of his advisors. He would be out here, where he was needed. The young man nodded slowly. "Very good, Captain," he replied. "Take us out of hyperspace and begin the patrol."

The Prospion slipped smoothly back to realspace, reverting right in front of a massive navigational buoy. The Cassiopeia Corridor had an elegant curve to it, like the back of a fine woman, and vessels with less sophisticated navicomputers had to drop out of hyperspace from time to time to download the latest astrogation charts and realign their jump coordinates. This lonely buoy was designed to support such travelers here at the galaxy's edge, and lately, there were many. Dozens of ships - freighters, shuttles, luxury transports, junkers - idled in the space surrounding the buoy, conducting minor repairs, cooling their hyperdrives, or trading supplies amongst themselves.

The crowd around the buoy was a symptom of the problem that haunted Aryon's every dream and waking thought alike - the crawling doom that was the Sith Empire's ever-expanding border. Ships here came from Cantonica, from Barbatos, from Deltooine, all planets that had recently fallen within the dark power's grasp. As the reach of the Emperor stretched ever further, closing the gap between Sith territory and the galaxy's very edge, they were running out of places to go. The last lines of retreat were nearly cut; soon, the remaining systems of the Tingel Arm would be entirely isolated from the rest of the galaxy, choked off by the iron grip of the Sith and their invincible legions.

With conscious effort, Aryon stood taller. When Caled Galfridian had been king, in the time of the Galactic Empire, he had not feared to do what was right. Even when Artorias itself was not threatened, Caled had fought in the trenches of Hoth, just one among many. Aryon would not dishonor his throne. And so the small Artorian navy was spread as thin as he dared, protecting every waystation they could reach from those who would profit from these evil times. All too often, this very buoy was a target for such beings. That day was no exception. They had not waited much more than an hour when a dozen new sensor blips appeared. Aryon's lip curled in disgust. "Zygerrian slavers. I suspected as much."

Mustering his most commanding tone, he turned to the bridge crew. "Captain Cineas, raise the shields and take us in. Your orders are to defend the civilian ships as best you can." Inside, Aryon fought panic. It was his first space battle, and it was chaos. The Zygerrian ships, armored freighters and nimble fighter-bombers, zipped around the civilians, unleashing ion cannons and boarding pods with terrifying efficiency. But the young king knew he must let no uncertainty show. "Open a general hailing frequency," he ordered, as streaks of blue ion fire lit up the black and began to slam into the Prospion's shields. There were too many slavers for them to keep all these civilians alive alone.

"To all nearby ships, this is the Artorian Royal Vessel Prospion. Civilian vessels are under attack by Zygerrian slavers at Beacon Twelve Aurek. Any captains able and willing to intervene and assist in defending the refugee vessels will be rewarded by the Artorian crown." At that moment, a torpedo lanced through the Prospion's shields and sheared off the long-range communications mast, cutting short anything else the young king might have said. He could only hope that sympathetic spacers, or at least greedy ones hungry for the reward he had promised, would come to their aid before the slavers escaped with their sentient cargo.

Of course, more nefarious crews could also have heard the message, and be tempted to prey on the refugees as well. Aryon could only hope that would not come to pass.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

"To all nearby ships, this is the Artorian Royal Vessel Prospion. Civilian vessels are under attack by Zygerrian slavers at Beacon Twelve Aurek. Any captains able and willing to intervene and assist in defending the refugee vessels will be rewarded by the Artorian crown."

Ask and the force shall deliver... Causstik had dealt with Zygerrian slavers before. He needed slaves to man his old spice mine on Kessel, and what better opportune moment then this. Causstik's home Mugg fallow had been destroyed leaving countless of his people spread across the stars. What little he did manage to salvage from that retched place traveled with him today. The old, the weak, the sick. All of them. He would have them prove their worth today. Die in the name of their prophet and savior. The Irrlicht rolled through real space with stealth cloak activated. Causstik studied the enemy ship and the Zygerrian's own fleet dubiously.

He knew the Zygerrian's would probably attack him as well as the Artorian's. While they might be in the same line of work, competition was stiff and neither parties would see the other steal their precious cargo. But, Causstik knew these Zygerrians. He had sold many slaves to the raiders and thus he knew them well...

"Deploy smokescreen," Causstik growled to his second in command.

The bridge aboard the Irllicht was dimly lit and the controls appeared ancient and dilapidated. The Trandoshan's here were not warriors, however they had proven smarter than most. Causstik knew this and thus had placed them where they'd prove most useful. An ensign nodded and deployed the smokescreen from the still invisible Irrlicht.

"Now, turn on the lights," Causstik ordered and the ensign merely nodded again.

The Irrlicht for all intents and purposes would now appear a anomaly of a storm in space. Many would assume it to be the horrors of the star weirds or other ghostly apparitions. Thus most would simply turn tail at the sight of such a thing. Those that remained... Well Causstik would simply destroy. Deep within the confines of the ship, great turbines turned by hundreds of slaves were being pushed to power up weapon systems. The slaves worked to the lash of their masters and any who faltered were crushed beneath the feet of their comrades before finally being ground to a pulp by the turbine itself.

"Power up the hologram device. I want us to appear as the Avenger, albeit somewhat broken," Causstik growled.

The smokescreen in space would now part ways to reveal the nose of a triangular ship. One iconic to days long past. For all intents and purposes it appeared as though the glory of the Empire had returned to the stars with a vengeance. Come to reap what the Artorian king had long ago sown on Hoth by giving destruction to the Artorian's, the slavers.... If this did not deter all the Zygerrian's than perhaps Causstik did not know these Zygerrian's as well as he thought.

[member="Aryon Lestyr"]

 

[Ronak]

Another planet, another fruitless hint toward his lost mother, brother and sister which fizzled out. Ronak‘s journey homeward led through the Cassiopeia Corridor. The ship which he travelled on as an auxiliary mechanic was nearing a gathering point where the crew hoped to meet trading partners, a welcome distraction on long flights.

All of a sudden, the Shistavanen winced as the sirens sounded red alert. „Pirates are boarding. Prepare to fight!“, came the desparate command on the comm. Cursing with loud snarls that he had only a knife, but no blaster pistol with him while working. The knife had to suffice until he could obtain a better weapon. Blaster and slug firing announced that the fighting had already started. More than hearing or seeing the slug, he sensed the danger and dodged in the very last moment, before the slug would have hit his head. „Sorry“, the voice of another mechanic sounded. Friendly fire, the worst of all.

A cry of pain sounded from the same man only a few second later, as a blaster bolt hit his shoulder. Leaping next to him, Ronak dragged him out of the line of fire. The wound smelt bad of burnt flesh, but it did not look deadly. „Give me the weapon“, Ronak growled and the man handed the slug gun over without any complaint. „Stay hidden! I will try to keep them off“, he added, before concentrating and listening beyond the immediate sound of weapon fire.

The sensitive ears could pick up the shouts, the foot steps, the rustle of clothes revealing the nearest thug‘s location. Swiftly, he turned around the corner firing at the man‘s shoulder and weapon arm. His intention was not to kill, unless it was necessary. Two slugs were enough to keep this pirate from using his stun club again. Another thug running towards was brought to the ground quickly by a well-aimed shot destroying his knee cap. The third however, he could not stop in time, as he jumped at him intending to bring the stunning weapon down on his head.


Unnaturally fast reflexes empowered by the force seved him, dodging the hit aimed at his neck, but his gun was smashed from his hands. There was no time for drawing a knife, as the brute drove him backwards with one quick hit after the other. Then, the ship was struck by a direct hit causing people to lose balance and collapse all over. Naturally moving on all fours if the need arose, kept him from completely tumbling over and gave him the chance to pounce on his attacker, digging his teeth into the man‘s wrist who dropped the weapon after a short struggle.


[member="Aryon Lestyr"]
[member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Aryon Lestyr]

A space battle, Aryon quickly learned, was an oddly beautiful horror, a storm of light and fire.

The Zygerrian vessels moved nimbly among the civilian craft, making them difficult for the guns of the Prospion to pick off without hitting the very ships they were trying to save. Many boarding pods had already hit the hulls of the refugee shuttles, and battles were no doubt raging inside as the slavers fought to overpower the crews and terrified passengers. Two of the pirate craft had already been vaporized by Artorian laserfire, along with half a score of fighters, but the rest were attacking back with impunity, trusting their improvised sentient shields to keep them from being fired upon. The Prospion didn't carry enough marines to board all of these vessels. If the refugees were taken aboard the slave ships, the battle was over.

As the skirmish escalated, however, it suddenly changed. A strange cloud appeared at the battle's edge, a dark nimbus of astral debris that glowed oddly from within. Then the cloud parted, and Aryon suppressed a gasp. A fully functional Imperial II - class Star Destroyer, bristling with guns all along its 1,600 meter length, emerged from the smoky shadows, drifting onto the battlefield as if unleashed from a nightmare. Where had it come from? Who had the resources to field one all the way out here? Why was it intervening now? Regardless, the young king knew one thing all too well: the Prospion could not defeat such a titan. To save the lives of his own people, he would have to sound the retreat.

When he turned to give the order, however, Captain Cineas caught his eye. The grizzled veteran shook his head. "The sensor readings don't match up," he muttered, checking the readouts again. "The mass and power usage we're reading don't fit what we're seeing. If that's a Star Destroyer, your highness, then I'm the Grand Magnus of Xerton Nine." Aryon considered that information, digesting it as quickly as he could and figuring it into his plans. "A trick, then," he said, stroking his stubbly beard. "To get us - or maybe the Zygerrians, if it's not one of theirs - to flee. So they're probably dangerous, but not as dangerous as they want to appear." His eyes narrowed. More predators?

The deception seemed to be working on the Zygerrians, at least, which meant the ship probably wasn't aligned with them. Several of the slaver ships turned and jumped to hyperspace, fleeing the battlefield. Those in the middle of the tangle of refugee vessels, their boarding pods already sent out, cowered in the midst of their prey, trying to make themselves as difficult as possible to hit. Aryon did not envy them their position, but they had more than earned the discomfort. "Open a direct hail to that ship," he ordered, indicating the false Star Destroyer. "Unidentified vessel, you have encountered a lawful Artorian police action. State your intentions immediately." He very much doubted that they would.

Closing that channel, the young king opened a direct hail to the ship on which [member="Ronak"] was battling the slavers, hoping to reach someone who could break the stalemate. His message was broadcast over the ship's intercom. "Passengers of the refugee fleet, we are here to help. If you can re-engage your disabled sublight engines and move clear of the Zygerrian ships, we will vaporize them and escort you to safety. Work together to fight off these attackers, and we will make sure that these slavers cannot take you." The passengers could all hear his words, but so could the boarders. Hopefully the refugees would be able to act on them first and reopen the lines of fire.

[member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Ronak]

"Passengers of the refugee fleet, we are here to help. If you can re-engage your disabled sublight engines and move clear of the Zygerrian ships, we will vaporize them and escort you to safety. Work together to fight off these attackers, and we will make sure that these slavers cannot take you." That was typically his bad luck, slavers seizing his ship, caught in the middle of a battle. But at least someone out there was trying to help or so it sounded.

He used the slavers' own stun clubs now to take his next two attackers out. Hopefully, he would have the captured slavers handed over to justice. The injured mechanic was still leaning into the corner where he had left him and trying to hide. Ronak relied on his heightened senses to detect anyone trying to ambush him, while he took a stimpak from his belt pouch. Being a scout he had learned to always have that with him, yet the ability for healing with the force he had not been taught and for standard medical treatment they had neither the time nor safety.

"I will get you to the machine room", he growled at the mechanic keeping his voice low. "You can reactivate the hyper-drive, can't you?" The man nodded intently inspite of his pain. "Sure I can. Just watch my back, Wolfy ... sorry, I forgot your name", he added sheepishly. Ronak grinned back reveiling wolfish teeth. "I forgot yours as well. I'm Ronak." "Erin", the man replied.

Then his eyes widened, but Ronak had already heard the sound of soft footsteps and sensed to presence of another being. Turning swiftly without getting up from his crouched state, he drove both his fists into the attacker's knee who collapsed immediately. On the ground, the wolfman had the upper hand quickly in disarming and stunning his opponent.

"Come on!", he hissed at the mechanic who had dragged himself to his feet pressing a hand on his shoulder wound. Keeping his stun club ready, Ronak kept watch along their way listening, watching for enemies ahead of or behind them. Only two more slavers crossed their path. Most seemed not to have made it that far - not yet at least.

The smell of burnt plastic and molten metal in the machine room bore no good news to him. Erin next to him groaned loudly, this time not because of his wound. "This is a mess. Those guys must have scored a direct hit. This will take an hour - at least." Cursing with a serious of growls and snarls in his native Shistavanen tongue, Ronak asked back: "Can we at least get a signal to the other ship?" Erin limped to a computer terminal, typing a series of commands onto the display which Ronak followed with his eyes. Never could he have done this himself, at least not without taking ten times as long.

A sound indicated that the channel to the other ship was established. "Unknown helpers. This is refugee transporter Helper's Run IV. We need at least an hour for repairing the hyper-drive without assistance. We have no idea, if we can hold out long enough." The sound of a blaster being fired several times not too far away in the corridors could be heard in the background. "Lock yourself in! Open only for me or one of the crew mates and check the video cameras outside on the corridor first", Ronak commanded, before turning into the direction of the fray, this time blaster pistol and club ready in his hands.

[member="Aryon Lestyr"]
[member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Richard Von]

Location: Cassiopeia Corridor

" To all nearby ships, this is the Artorian Royal Vessel Prospion. Civilian vessels are under attack by Zygerrian slavers at Beacon Twelve Aurek. Any captains able and willing to intervene and assist in defending the refugee vessels will be rewarded by the Artorian crown. "

Slavers, Richard disliked them he never had an experience with them personally but he had some bar brawls with a few slavers and they generally don't play fair.

" Captain return communications and move in on their location, these slavers need to go "

" Royal vessel we have received your transmission, are you still in trouble? " [member="Aryon Lestyr"]

Richard was not in this for the money just attempting to save some civilians from these criminals that plague the galaxy, the Iompro Carrier waited for a return transmission before they moved in. They opened their communications turning off their encryptions giving the royal family an easier time reaching the bridge, the Carrier had a full hangar of fighters inside and was ready for a fight if it came to it.

" Captain send 1 squadron of the primary atmospheric fighters to scout the situation and make sure all is as it seems "

The Carrier opened its left hangar allowing 20 fighters to exit and make their way to help defeat the slavers unless they had been tricked into an ambush in which case 20 fighters are better loses than 140+ fighters and our only carrier.

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

"To all nearby ships, this is the Artorian Royal Vessel Prospion. Civilian vessels are under attack by Zygerrian slavers at Beacon Twelve Aurek. Any captains able and willing to intervene and assist in defending the refugee vessels will be rewarded by the Artorian crown."

Adenn had heard the call and answered. He hated slavers, hated them with such a burning passion that any force user near him could very well be overwhelmed if weak. Turning to his Captain, he simply had him respond.
"We are coming to hunt the slavers. They shall fall like wheat to the scythe, and be made an example of."
With that said, the Aegis Eternum entered hyperspace and headed towards beacon Twelve Aurek. Thankfully they had been nearby, so it wasn't too long for them to reach the correct location. Upon arriving, they quickly scanned the surrounding area and noted several ships. The first to be noticed were the Zygerrian slavers, and they seemed to be in complete disarray. The reason for that became quickly evident, in the form of one Imperial II Star Destroyer. However, a quick scan revealed that the specs didn't quite match what one saw. So for now, they ignored it. After all, it seemed to be against the Zygerrians. The other ship to be noticed was the Prospion. It was this ship that had called out for assistance.

Opening a call directly towards the Prospion, Adenn spoke. "Prospion, come in. This is the Aegis Eternum, and I am Adenn Kyramud. We've heard your call for help, and we have answered. Let us destroy these slavers and make an example of them."
While this was being said, the Aegis Eternum had been charging in towards the the slavers. They had been taking cover amongst the refugees, and they simply couldn't have that. Next, Adenn opened a general hailing frequency for everyone to hear.
"To all the filthy slavers in this sector. This is the Aegis Eternum. Mandalorians have come for you. Surrender now, and your deaths will be quick and painless. But please, stay and fight. Then when this is all over, you shall serve as an example for all the other slavers in the galaxy. And your screams shall echo for all to hear. This I promise you. And a Mandalorian always keeps his promises."

With that said, the communications officer cut the call. by that time, the ship had nearly entered the small refugee fleet. They would open fire once in proper range of the slavers. Hopefully some would surrender for a quick death, for those who didn't though. They would learn the meaning of pain like no other.

[member="Richard Von"]@Ronak@Aryon Lestyr[member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Ronak]

Two refugees were running for their lives, the Twi'Lek woman held a baby in her arms. The male tried to push her forward, while three slavers with their clubs raised were closing in from behind. Cursing under his breath that he could not shoot as the refugees were between him and the slavers the Shistavanen had to find an alternative plan. Ronak pressed against the wall to let the couple pass and step between them and their persuers knocking the first one out with the stun club, before he even registered the change in the situation. The other two registered what happened to their crony and started to beat at him with their stun clubs driving him backwards while dodging the hits and looking for a way to strike back himself.

Something had changed. Ronak could feel the sheer wave of hatred through the force. Though it was not close by, it was impossible not to notice. His distraction almost cost him dearly as a slaver who had charged at him toppled him over, both of them landing on the ground. The second one tried to use this defenseless state and take him out with the stunning weapon. Only just in time, could he push up the guy who had landed onto him to bring his head in between his accomplice's club and the Shistavanen's snout. With the second one out of the fight, all Ronak needed was to get out under the body of the unconscious man without being struck by his opponent. Struggling his arm with the blaster free, he simply started shooting without aiming to drive the guy back and gain time for getting back on his feet. Once he had regained his balance, taking the single slaver out was rather simple.

However, cries notified him that something else was going on. Taking cover behind some debris in a smaller corridor, Ronak could observe how a gang of 6 slavers drove the crying Twi'lek woman in front of them with a whip dragging either dead or more likely unconscious from of her partner along with them. Two had their guns drawn the rest stunning weapons ready. Those were simply too many for him to take on alone, but he whispered into his portable comm linking him to the machine room: "There are several slavers taking people with them. Warn the other ships not to simply shoot down the slaver's ships, but disable them. I try to keep them from taking off, but there might be others!" "Understood", Erin piped back from the machine room. "Engines are improving. It might actually take less time than I first thought." Just as the wolfman wanted to close the comm link, he heard a message received. "To all the filthy slavers in this sector. This is the Aegis Eternum. Mandalorians have come for you. Surrender now, and your deaths will be quick and painless. But please, stay and fight. Then when this is all over, you shall serve as an example for all the other slavers in the galaxy. And your screams shall echo in space, for it shall be so loud. This I promise you. And a Mandalorian always keeps his promises."

This was enough to send the slavers running instead of moving cautiously. The smell of cold sweat spoke of their fear as much as their victims'. While Ronak stalked the slavers looking for a way to ambush and stop them from dragging the captured refugees on board of their ship, a message was sent to all ships closeby: "This is Helper's Run IV. Do not destroy slavers' vessels, if you can avoid it. They have already taken slaves on board!"

[member="Aryon Lestyr"]
[member="Richard Von"]
[member="Causstik Rahn"]
[member="Adenn Kyramud"]

 

[Richard Von]

The squadron of fighters made their way towards the slavers ships they engaged in some ship to ship combat using swarm tactics to target and take out the lost slaver ship which traveled to far away from the rest of the slavers.

" To all the filthy slavers in this sector. This is the Aegis Eternum. Mandalorians have come for you. Surrender now, and your deaths will be quick and painless. But please, stay and fight. Then when this is all over, you shall serve as an example for all the other slavers in the galaxy. And your screams shall echo in space, for it shall be so loud. This I promise you. And a Mandalorian always keeps his promises. "

Odd, the person behind the message seemed to be filled with anger, slavers were some of the worst kinds of criminals and needed to be stopped, Richard mostly starfighters onboard with only a Battalion of troops onboard. He attempted to establish contact with Aegis Eternum or any of the non-slaver ships hoping to coordinate a bigger attack on the scum.

" Hello, this is Richard Von of the Uiscephlean Alliance, If anyone can read me we are on your side in dispatching these slavers and will assist in any way possible "

The Carrier began moving closer slowly not wanting to get in the way, he wanted to release more starfighters but with slavers, it's likely that innocent people and civilians are onboard so destroying their ships first would not be the best idea.

" Captain scan the enemy vessels and prepare a boarding party I have a feeling we will need it "

He nodded his head giving the orders, as he did the Aegis engaged the enemies opening fire on the slaver ships maybe he was unaware slaves were onboard maybe they just really didn't care it seemed like an odd situation.

[member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Aryon Lestyr"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] |

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

The Aegis Eternum had decided to quickly move into weapons range to deal with the slavers. Once they were within range, they had begun to open fire on the ships, only to be abruptly cut short by a simply transmission.
"This is Helper's Run IV. Do not destroy slavers' vessels, if you can avoid it. They have already taken slaves on board!"
That certainly put a kink in their plans. Acting quickly, the Aegis Eternum instead began to shoot at the engines of the slaver ships. This way they would still be alive, but simply dead in the water. At the same time, the troops finished final preperations of boarding pods. They would take the fight to these slavers, and make good on their promise of bringing unimaginable pain to them.

Then, the bridge received another call.
" Hello, this is Richard Von of the Uiscephlean Alliance, If anyone can read me we are on your side in dispatching these slavers and will assist in any way possible "
Adenn responded quickly. "Understood Richard, I'm Adenn Kyramud. Leader of the Mandalorians aboard the Aegis Eternum. We'll be boarding soon, so try to keep your fire on the slavers to a minimum. And I suggest you..." turning quickly, Adenn ordered the next part to be heard by the Prospion as well. "... I suggest you turn off open comms to slavers. Unless you wish to hear their cries of pain. Aegis Eternum out."

With that done, and leaving orders to be informed of any future calls, Adenn went down towards the hanger. On the way there, he stopped by the armory. Instead of grabbing a jetpack, he grabbed an A1 Vulcan rotary gun, after all, a jetpack wouldn't be as useful in the tight corridors. There, several boarding pods had been prepared. Adenn didn't bother with a speach, they all knew what their missions would be. Instead, he simply boarded the nearest pod and waited. Behind him was a squad of Mandalorians, they were all eager for combat. They all wished to crush the slavers beneath their boots.

The pods launched all at approximately the same time, each had different goals in mind. Each would complete their goals. In each pod were at least two "medics." Only, these "medics" were trained to inflict the maximum amount of pain upon someone before they could die. They would be used extensively against these slavers.

Adenns pod had been targeted towards a refugee ship, it had been the one to warn them of the slave aboard the slaver ships. Thus, it should be fitting that they should be the ones to save them. Within moments the drop pod crashed against the ship, and the laser cutters began to create an opening for them. Adenn was the first one out of the ship, he turned left and immediately spotted a small group of slavers. Without mercy, he shot their legs out from under them. On the other end there was only one slaver, he received similar treatment. Without breaking stride, the squads split up and moved throughout the ship to deal with slavers as they met them.
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Similar scenes to the one above replayed aboard other slaver ships. Mandalorians would board, deal with any immediate slavers before moving along deeper into the ship. If they came across prisoners, they would leave them some weapons and have them either head towards the pods or stay where they were. In the mean time, the "medics" had already begun their grizzly work. There, the slavers in the all of the ships learned the true meaning of pain. Their torture was broadcast to each slaver ship over open comms. Anyone could hear it, though it was meant specifically for the slavers. This scene was repeated aboard every ship that Mandalorians boarded. They made sure to leave their comms open after giving a short message. That message was along the lines of "This is what happens to slavers. This is what happens to those who resist us. Surrender, or know their pain." and the words from Adenn repeated. "And a Mandalorian always keeps his promises."
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[member="Richard Von"]@Ronak@Aryon Lestyr[member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Ronak]

The Mandalorians' threat on the comm had sped the slavers' feet making them far less attentive to being followed, as they mainly seemed to care about getting back to their ship. A loud bump sounded through the corridors, making the slavers jump and turn to running, so fast now that the poor Twi'lek woman with her baby could not keep up any longer. Tripping over her own feet she landing on the ground, hitting it so hard that she started bleeding and her baby immediately cried out even louder. "Leave her! She's not worth our lives!", snarled one of the slavers towards another who tried to drag her back to her feet. Without looking back at him, the others had passed the greedy one by and rushed down the corridor. This was Ronak's chance. Aiming precisely, he killed the man with a single shot aimed at his neck. The Twi'lek woman gave a soft cry of shock.

Swiftly, he stepped at her side crouching next to her. "Don't worry, I'm from the crew - your crew." Being so close, he could smell her blood smearing her face. Apparently, her nose was broken, but this would not hinder a flight. Nonetheless, he administered a stimshot, while the woman was still desperately trying to calm down her brying baby. "Go to the machine room. Erin in there will open the door, when you tell him that Ronak sent you." She nodded, then she started crying again. "Larryk ... my husband. Please..." "I will find him and bring him back to you", the Shistavanen growled with a serious tone in his voice. This was a promise he intended to keep at all cost. Smiling gratefully, she turned towards the hallway they had just come from, while the wolfman readied his weapon again to follow the rest of the slavers and save the Twi'lek.

"Erin, a woman and child will come to you soon. Any idea what the bump was?", he whispered on the comm, while running down the hallway trying to follow the slavers scent of cold sweat. "If you let me guess, I'd say those are our Mandalorian friends", the man sounded quite cheerful. "Don't let them think, you're a slaver." "Tell them not to shoot the wolf, if you reach them on comm", he growled a bit displeased at the thought that everyone aboard this ship would just hunt him down. The screeching noise that sounded on the ship-wide comm made Ronak wince in pain, wishing to press his hands on his ears, if he did not have to hold his weapons. "Don't shoot the wolf!", Erin's distorted voice announced, before breaking off the communication. Hopefully, he would not do that again anytime soon. Ronak's sensitive ears were still suffering from the onslaught. If anyone were to approach him at that moment, he would not be able to hear.


Aryon Lestyr
Richard Von
Causstik Rahn
Adenn Kyramud

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

A screeching noise was heard and a very garbled "Don't shoot the wolf!" came over the PA system. The screeching was terrible, and the only reason Adenn could understand what was said was thanks to his helmet; it naturally filtered out sounds to hear words properly. Adenn shook his head, don't shoot the wolf? So, there might be some ally that happened to be a wolf on board the ship. He'd worry about that later, currently he was hunting another slaver group. This group was running towards the hanger, and they simply couldn't let that happen. The group also had some slaves with them, so accidentally shooting them could be a problem. So, Adenn did something stupidly ballsy, again.

He had his men set up an ambush by waiting in the shadows. Meanwhile, Adenn waited to hear the thundering of their footsteps down the hallway. When they were closer to him, he stepped out into the hallway with his mini gun aimed right at them.
"I'd suggest you surrender, if you want a painless death."
He had appeared so suddenly that two of their number screamed like little girls and fell backwards. They were also the two that immediately put their hands in the air. However, their boss wasn't having it.
"No, I suggest you surrender Mando. We have you outnumbered and outgunned." The leader of the group stated. He also had his men point their guns at the slaves. "We're also not afraid to shoot the slaves."
"Ok, do it." Adenn simply replied. The slavers and slaves were shocked, here was someone who had come to "rescue" the slaves and attack the slavers, yet he cared nothing for the slaves! Adenn sighed, "See, you won't do it." With that said, Adenns men appeared behind the slavers. Adenn then shot the hand of the leader, while his men snuck up behind the rest and cut off their hands. The last part happened in under 10 seconds. It was so sudden that the slaves hadn't even been able to move.

The slavers stood there numbly looking at their hands before they started to scream. They were quickly silenced by a gloved hand over their mouths. The two that had surrendered were simply shot in the head; after all, a Mando always keeps his promises. Adenn then turned towards the slaves and gave them some weapons and a commlink.
"Here you go, hole up somewhere and stay there. Tell me where you hide, and once this is over, we'll come and get you."
The refugee he had given the comms too nodded his head, before asking.
"umm, sir. Would you.. ehh.. would you have let them shoot us?" He asked scared, the others behind him were also a bit frightened. Here they had been saved by a man who seemed to not care about them.
"No, I wouldn't have." They all sighed with relief. "Now, I suggest you scurry along, unless you want to watch their pain." Adenn kicked one of the slavers. "It will be gruesome." None of them stayed, they all hurried away to hide somewhere.

When they were gone, Adenn turned towards the leader of this group. He walked towards him, slowly and menacingly.
"You are going to scream for me now. And scream for a long time after that." With a nod of his head, Adenns men dispersed, except 3 who would stay to partake in the "fun." And with that, the screaming began. It was so loud that Adenn was sure others could hear it throughout the ship. That, and the fact that he also patched it through to open comms into areas where slavers were confirmed.
"This is what happens if you resist. This is what happens if you fight back and take slaves. Release your prisoners and surrender, and you will die quickly. Fight, and suffer for days."
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It was a few minutes later that Adenn emerged from the hallway, alone and covered in blood. His men had gone to bring the slavers on board the boarding pod. There, they would remain until they could be brought to the "medics" and be taught the folly of their actions. Instead of dwelling on this, Adenn stalked off searching for more slavers to hunt and kill.

OOC
I'm really sorry, I forgot to post here.
@Ronak@Richard Von[member="Aryon Lestyr"]