We've got the Moves like Jabba | CIS Dominion of Tatooine

[Formorta]

Location: Sewers
Equipment: Колыбельная, Twin Vibro Knnifes, Duel DL series blasters, Ol-2, Armor
Allies-ish: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Dagon"]
Post: 4

For the moment she would merely leave the two CIS members alone, it was clear the two where talking and preparing the whole baby boomer thing. Perhaps waiting for the two bounty hunter on the top side to make progress in the matter, something that seemed to be going slow from the information on hand. One thing could be certain though, the severs were clear and the Hutts guards where probably distracted by duo trying to get in the front door.

This left a clear entrance for the Masked Assassin, Formrota wasting no time making her way through the sewers, soon coming to a grate leading into an air duck. Sealed, but easily broken with a few stabs from a vibro knife, one thing a light saber would work better for, perhaps their is a cutter version somewhere in the market. In a few minutes the sealed entrance came off, Formorta quickly making way into the complex air vents of the desert complex.

It did not take long for her to get to an air vent over looking the throne like room, herself following the echos through the metal chambers on her way to find the target. As suspected the guards where more focused on keeping Koda out with not violence, probably expecting some other sort of attack/raid from above. Oh how little they knew what was going on, soon this place would be rumble, but before that Formorta had a bullet to plant.

She knew there was not much time before the explosion, but that was fine, the closer she cut it the less chance of being caught, all that the client needed was proof she sent the killing blow. The whole CIS blowing the palace up can just be voided, besides it was just as much a statement then taking out the hut, a 'Don't screw with us' sort of vibe her employer wanted.

Taking aim with her OL-2 the sniper did not hesitate to pull the trigger, a hollow point round streaking into the Hutts head, killing him instantly, a small recording device keeping tack of the event. A live recording for her employer to see, before then going radio silent, could not risk being picked up by some sort of tracker. "Mission successful, target neutralized".

She had a few moments to GTFO, but knowing full well what ever blast the CIS had in store would cover her tracks. Cloaking herself once more Formorta did not wait to make a quick escape through the top vents leading to the roofs, leaping off the nearest edge into the streets below. If one looked hard enough they may be able to see a shimmer of air fly through the sky, swinging from sign to sign like someone using a grappling hook.

Another Job Done

 

[Mavrek Kordalas]

Location: The mean streets of Allecto City​

Objective: III, Helpin' the locals?​

Near: [member="Kayla Wylen"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Marakai Al'Orren"]​

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With a satisfied nod, Mavrek helped the s'kytri woman sit up a little bit, letting out a chuckle to himself about the dose, "Apologies for that darlin', more used to giving those to myself and a Wookie I know.", hitting a button on his gauntlet, there was a snap-hiss sound as the previous cartridge was ejected and replaced, then he took more note of those around them, and the woman's need to go and help. "Whoa there darlin', let me give ya a hand." he said as he helped her get over to the pair on the ground, his HUD scanning everyone near by, trying to get an idea of what was wrong and what was needed, all he could really tell is everyone of the women here was a force user, and he wasn't, which meant his understanding of what might be wrong was minimal at best.

"I've got bacta injections, and adrenals if those could be of use?" it wasn't much of an offer, but he'd render what aid he could, despite not being any kind of medic or doctor, after all, his experience with healing was mostly patching himself up after a job.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Bridge Tower Sewers
Wearing: Jeans, black wide t-shirt, combat boots
Wielding: 12 Czerka knives, hidden beneath her clothes and in her boots, 4 glitter bullets, 20 trained Hutt babies with bombs strapped to them, spread into 4 different containers (henceforth to be known as the Hutt Breeding Program).
Objective: 1
Tags: [member="Syn Blacken"] [member="Formorta"] [member="Dagon"] [member="Koda Fett"]
Post: 6

The Hutt they had all been aiming for was dead. Scherezade knew this, though she did not know who fired the gun that did it. It didn't matter though. Killing a Hutt was easy enough; she'd done it herself a little over a month ago. But there was more to this mission than killing Hutts. They needed to send a clear message. Hutt shenanigans were no longer permitted. Tatooine was CIS space now.

It was... Rather stupid, if you thought about it. It would only be a matter of time before the Hutt Bosses rose again, and until that moment came, they would still be doing their thing under the radar. But still. This was probably going to be better publicized than some of the other things the CIS did.

Scherezade was still focusing on her twenty Hutt babies. Only four were needed for the luxury apartment that Nili used to live in. The others... Were going for other apartments. Her Hutt slugs knew where to take themselves, knew where she guided them. Did they know the were about to die? She didn't feel like thinking about it, since it meant she'd have to focus even harder, and already she could feel her energy depleting.

Dagon and Koda had already left the premises, and she could imagine them cursing beneath their breath as their kill had been taken from them. She didn't care right now.

Turning to Syn, Scherezade's eyes snapped open. She was drenched in sweat.

"Syn," she breathed hard, starting to move, "run! Out! Now!"

And with that, she broke into a run as well. Her head was spinning, and she could feel Tatooine spinning as well. She wasn't running as fast as she otherwise would be, but time was of the essence. If she'd placed her Hutt babies right and the two were still in the sewers when the place exploded, they'd never make it out of the sewers. They had less than 30 seconds to make it out.

The sounds of explosions could already be heard while they were still running up the stairs. Scherezade's lungs screamed, unaccustomed to needing to function to such a degree for the first time in so long. She ignored the pains, drew on the Force so she wouldn't fall splat on her face.

So close... She could see the door they had... They had left open? She didn't remember leaving the door open.

Guns out, she took the lead and got out of the door first, ready to blast anyone and anything that might be aiming a rifle at them.

Above them, the apartments began to explode. Most of the Hutt apartments and other criminal bosses would no longer have their apartments. It was done. Their mission had be completed. Now they just had to make it out alive.

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Objective 1 complete.​

 

[Eternal Spark]

C O N C L U S I O N

And thus... they had returned.​

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Hutts of Nal Hutta had been defeated, Nari the Hutt had been killed. Our fierce warriors blew up apartments to ensure no Hutts eager to overpower them or their offspring remained. Foundations exist, Tatooine can rebuild but the criminals are gone. Meanwhile, others have gone on to help the citizens of the planet. The well known Palace had been reclaimed and set up as the base of operations for providing aid. Some offered food, others ensured healing and giving shelter. Their efforts continue...

As always, where our faction story ends, your personal stories are welcome to continue. Enjoy!​

 

[Jairus Starvald]

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Location: Dune retreat.
Objective: BYOO: Business.
Tags: [member="Alessandra Creed"] | [member="Adron Malvern"]
Post Count: 5

"Mm, privacy is one part of it, yes, but there is more to it than that." Jairus didn't mind answering their questions. While usually the Lord of the Sith had many things to hide, in this situation... little had to be veiled and most of it was through preference rather than necessity. "The arid nature of the world is another. Humidity is a bane to the various scrolls and tomes we study. This world is a trifecta for us- it provides privacy, the desert provides sanctity to our work and the sand hides ancient secrets still waiting to be dug out."

It didn't surprise him that men like Malvern and women like Creed didn't understand his interest in Tatooine.

They saw the world in numbers- the ruined ships in space ripe to be salvaged, other worlds ready to be exploited, all far more suitable to grow rich. But Jairus Starvald did not care about wealth- for decades he had controlled vast corporate holdings.

What was money to him?

"All that put together-" That is when things turned... odd. Starvald was a mentalist in heart, the concept of the mind, thoughts, the power of the ethereal, these were the things he dealt with. As such this intrusion was not hidden from him. His brows furrowed as he glanced up, the point of attention dragging to somewhere off Creed's shoulder. But before Jairus could home in on the temporary connection to snuff out the intruder on the other side... it was already gone.

Winked away like a tendril of smoke washed off by a gush of air.

Others inside the complex had felt the intrusion as well their presence pressing against his mind in questions. They were warded off for now and commanded to continue with their work.

"Your struggle is not one unfamiliar with me, Minister Creed, if you have need of assistance... I believe I can offer something of... protection." It wouldn't be difficult to create a warden. An amulet or something else that would forge a cushion against these sort of intrusions. "As for the business- all of the previously mentioned points ensure that Tatooine is uniquely suited for me and mine." A slight inclination of the head. "If you have more questions I am sure they can be answered."

Part of his attention was now elsewhere though.

Concern in his features at the protection of the temple being penetrated so easily. They'd have to forge stronger wards against them soon.

 

[Adron Malvern]

Location: Dune Retreat/Temple | Objective: Be a AAA battery | Tags: [member="Alessandra Creed"] [member="Jairus Starvald"] | Post: IV

In time Adron had relented from his questioning of the man's intentions. Personally, the Minister didn't give two damns about the barren rock they inhabited. In fact, the thought of never returning to the world brought him a sense of enjoyment that nearly brought a smile to his lips. Yet his eyes remained locked on the man across from him for the time being. Alessandra had also ceased her own line of questioning, just long enough for Jairus to find the answers to the inquiry that had unfolded. While the man spoke Adron felt a subtle, yet unsettling shift in The Force. This shift settled around Alessandra and almost immediately Adron could see something was amiss. Her eyes seemed pulled from the reality of the room as her focus shifted inward.

Before the Minister of War could do anything Alessandra's hushed voice echoed through his mind.

Forgive me.

He felt a sudden pull from the pit of his chest. As her hand connected with his it was replaced with the refreshing warmth that it usually brought and instead there was an all too familiar chill that coursed over his fingers. His eyes narrowed on her for the slightest moment, before he yielded to her. The barrier of The force that surrounded hi was dropped so she could freely pull from his own energy. The pull became a rather chilled emptiness, as if it had been some time since he had rest, but it was nothing more than he could handle.

He did not respond to her, he did not speak, instead his mind was focused on working as a conduit for Alessandra. He pulled what reserves he could from the Dark Side of the Force and fed it directly to her. Placing a hand at the peak of his chin, he gestured for the meeting to continue as he sat in silence.

 

[Alessandra Creed]

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Location: Dune Retreat/Temple
Objective: BYOO: Business.
Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Jairus Starvald"] | [member="Mishel Noren"]​

Post Count: 4​

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The Sith Lord that sat across from them seemed to have an answer for everything. Alessandra kept waiting for him to say something incriminating or off color but it never happened. She most definitely saw this world and most others as a series of bland coordinates, income, and expenses in a table that required careful consideration. The needs of the people of Tatooine were not her problem. That lay within the Office of the Exarch and the Vicelord. If they gave orders for her to allocate funds she would do so. Until then—she held to trade, commerce, and contracts.

All relevant thought seemed to wink of existence when she felt someone drawing on her essence as if they had a right to. Her teeth ground together as the edges of her vision feathered and flickered as if raven wings fluttered just out of sight. Her solution to the problem was not ideal. Yet, what more could be done? She couldn’t very well pass out in front of [member="Jairus Starvald"]. If she gave in to the drain there was no guarantee she would wake up. Whoever assaulted her seemed to be content to take everything she had.

And then some.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one with popularity issues.”

Her joke was executed easily, however, her eyes were shades darker than they had been. Whether it was due to anger or her own pull on the Force was unknown. She kept contact with the Minister of War. Soft fingers, almost vibrating with power she stole from him, stayed where they were. The caramel-skinned beauty knew that she would owe him a full explanation once they weren’t in the middle of a deal—but he was practical enough to continue on. He didn’t flinch as she siphoned the Force from him. He barely resisted and even gave more than she asked for.

It was a quiet sign of trust. No one shared their energy, their power, so easily—especially when resources were finite. Adron was too much of a gentleman to bring it up, to demand compensation, but Alessandra wouldn’t forget. She would consider it a debt to be paid.

“I may take you up on that. It’s a peculiar situation that normally wouldn’t be an issue...”, she voiced, trying to keep the annoyance from seeping into her tone, but it may have appeared regardless. Alessandra had a number of objects that aided in keeping her Force Signature silent. Others were designed to stop this very thing from happening—but the key to it all was blood. She never hid from her own family. Whoever her stalker was seemed to have been able to bypass that. “List your price and have it sent to my office on Geonosis. As for this—I believe we’ve both heard enough.”

“If I have any more questions it isn’t like I don’t know how to reach you.”

Alessandra let the contract settle in the air. It was basic, granting permission for occupancy, as well as the expectation of keeping the sector clear of undesirables. Tatooine had enough crime. The last thing they wanted to do was add to it. All it required was the digital signature of one Jairus Starvald and they could all be on their merry way.

She was sure that Sith Lord had business to attend to. Alessandra had a gutter-rat to put down. The Minister was sick and tired of something shadowing her every movement. While the Force Drain had ceased, she could still feel the culprit and had every intention of seeking her out.