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[Zenva Vrotoa]

A second signal transmitted from the Archon A Class Gunship, the Blood Hunter's Fleet comm channels erupted with activity as communications officers and captains sought to decipher why Zenva's transport was broadcasting at all. Not much more than a minute passed before a new ship dropped out of hyperspace behind the Blood Matron. Then another appeared and soon after there were more of them. Before too long four unidentified vessels were trailing in the Zabrak's wake, most calling out for identification from the Blood Hunter's Fleet, some seeking access to the Gunship they had followed. All received the same message.

"Attention unidentified vessel, this is Commander Zuko Vrotoa of the Assault Cruiser; "The Warhammer". You are to alter you heading immediately. Turn away from this Fleet and cease your pursuit of our Gunship. Failure to comply will be viewed as hostile action and our reply will be drastic." The message ended. Several moments passed before two of the ships were contacted again.

First came the message to the Herglic and his ship Whalebone, the message however came from the Gunship and the speaker had a soft, musical voice when she spoke, "See us to our Cruiser and you will be rewarded. Long life The Queen." The message ended afterward as the Gunship continued to race toward it's Fleet.

The Cruiser itself opened another channel on Cartel frequencies, "Brothers of The Hutt Cartel, stand down your pursuit. You're chasing the woman that built the very ship you fly today. Lend a hand to the pirate Zenva Vrotoa and you'll be rewarded Brothers."

No sooner did that final message end before the Cruiser began to loose small craft which darted across the empty space between the Fleet and their Gunship faster than anything on the potential battlefield could hope to match.


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[Polaris Sovereign]

In the deep comfort of Zenva's hospitality.​

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The deck of cards had nearly endless possibilities for fun. Twirling them about in the air, and forcing them to land on top of each other or stand up straight as they fell down. Amazing structures could be supported with just the flimsy pieces of material, and to make it better small art designs could be included into whatever she wanted to make as they did in fact have a various amount of colors.​

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She was in a true comforting moment now. Her holopad had went off twice - alerting those pirates who followed the broadcast exactly where the last online point was of the device, and it most certainly was not the head of the ship. It may even, by chance, appear if she was near the most secure place if the ship had stayed still long enough.​

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She slowly looked out of the window and glanced about with a dull curious eye. Oh, people did actually come. So step one of the plan was finished. Perhaps a touch of destruction will show Zenva she does know how to talk in the villain world - and her words were money.​

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[Matthew(Rogue)Drevur]

The stars come back into view, and we exit hyperspace. A few minutes later I get a message from the gunship, I respond like this, "I can do whatever I want!" I end the transmission there. I pilot the Luna closer to the fleet. Seeing if they will react.

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua recieved the messages, and frowned. Things were becoming more and more confusing. "I read ya, Archon. Coming into defensive position now. If you could tell your dogs to back down, and NOT shoot me out of the sky, that would be lovely." Ghorua pulled up beside the gunship, interposing his tough shields between the other strange ships that had appeared behind him, and the ship Polaris was on. He sent a quick message to all the other ships in the area.

"Please stay back to a respectful distance until further notice. If you have business with the Awoken, or the pilot of the Archon A, it can wait until we regroup." Letting that message go out, Ghorua concentrated over his console, trying to keep pace with the gunship.

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[Naast Vizsla]

Naast got the response he expected. Stay away. It seemed the other ships were moving in, so he fell in line behind the whalebone. He did, however, stay back. He did not follow the ship and instead, stayed back. It seemed that he would be alright, since the other ships were moving in. The plan was to let everyone else duke it out and to scoop the client when everyone was distracted fighting each other.

Naast sent out a transmission to the gunship

"I will stay my current distance from the ship until you are ready for me to board. I have business with someone aboard."

He left it at that, this way he was far enough away to avoid being hit by the group of ships if they decided to attack and would not be threatening to them.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis fiddled in his seat, contemplating what Zenva had said. It was not foreign knowledge that had had forged this ship, though she did seem to forge a lot of ships in her spare time. His hand moved down to his blaster, pulling it out and looking it over. He had little reason to fight with her. But there was also the matter of Pirates being taken prisoner and that was something he was not willing to tolerate.

"Hello Zenva." he said with a soft grin, she was a women to be feared, a name the Galaxy knew all-over. But that didn't mean Thraxis was going to back down. "It has been a while." his finger twisted his gun in his hand as his eyes grew bland and dull. "Now, what do you need help with? I do imagine that you let out the distress signal." he said with a sigh, it seemed there would be no all out firefight as he hoped.

Quickly Thraxis was alerted by the rest of the men on the ship, Blood Darts had been let loose from Zenva's ship, their bodies dancing and darting through space, like mosquitoes looking for blood. Maybe she did want a fight after all. But with who was the question.
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[Matthew(Rogue)Drevur]

"C7 is my air tank fully filled, I'm going outside the hull, pilot the ship and attack if fired on. Kapiesh?" He responds like I'm insane. "Well of course I know that there is a very high possibility that I'll die! Thats why if I have to return back inside I have plan B." He responds questionably. "Proton torpedoes what do you expect! Yeish...." I strap on the air tank and hook it up to my helmet (I wear a helmet always unless I am eating because I am near blind, even when I am eating I wear high resolution glasses) and step down the ladder into the cargo bay. "What do you mean I should wait for a response? This is a RESCUE mission, not a 'sit here and wait for them to shoo us away' mission! Now get back upstairs, don't want you flying into the abyss." I open the door to the cargo ramp room, also known as the airlock, and close the door as well as depressurize the room. The ramp opens, and gravity is gone as I grab my A.E.M.R. rifle.
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[Zenva Vrotoa]

The Elite soldier know as Kil'kae sent her message to the Whalebone, though she did not wait to hear the reply. She rose from her seat beside her partner, a fellow Elite and technically her commanding officer, a male simply referred to as Irons. The two had been working together for the better part of a decade, they didn't need to exchange words or even see the expression beneath the armor they wore, a hand on the shoulder and a nod told the male everything he needed to know. He nodded back, gave a grunt and returned his attention to monitoring the escalating hostilities growing around the Gunship.

Kil'kae entered the main room of the ship, her helmet clearly turned to watch Princess Polaris as the soldier crossed the room. The door sealed with a heavy thud as she stepped away. The Elite left without a word, making her way down to The Blood Matron's private chambers. Before long the pair returned, Zenva's head was bowed with a hand to her ear as she listened to the steady flow of comm chatter. The Zabrak matron gestured absently to the center table and the Elite responded instantly.

The soft, almost musical voice of Kil'kae carried quietly from beneath her helm, "Forgive me Princess. I need you to clean up the playing cards please. I need the holographic projectors for this table." Whether it was simply the way the woman spoke, or if she was truly remorseful for interrupting the Princess was difficult to determine. The soldier set to helping remove the cards from the table quickly and neatly all the same.

It only took the soldier a moment to get the projectors up and running and after a brief delay holographic ships started to appear above the table. First the Archon A Class Gunship appeared at the table's center, it's color the typical soft blue of any hologram. The image shrank as though a camera had zoomed out, away from the small hologram. In moments new ships began to appear at the edges of the table, their sizes and shapes varying as each appeared with a name or title above it. The Whalebone appeared in green behind them, the three capital ships of their fleet in blue ahead, a dozen blue fighter craft closing the gap between. A red freighter appeared behind Whalebone, hostile appeared in bold letters above it. A gray freighter appeared behind that, unidentified appearing above it. Finally a green Corvette appeared at the edge of the table, the words Cartel Corvette above it.

Zenva turned to glance at the table before she replied to Thraxis, "My friend, I'm unclear what this nonsense is about presently but I assure you I'll get to the bottom of it in a moment. For now I'm feeding you targeting information on a hostile ship. Get this chit sucking bottom feeder off my tail before I have to have my fleet kill him."

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[Polaris Sovereign]

At the new appearance of the new commander's of the table, Polaris helped herself out of the way and retrieved the cards as soon as they were picked up by someone else - a stranger to her. She moved herself to a comfortable chair and sat back down, folding and shuffling about her cards idly while her eyes danced at the ceiling of the room she sat in. Wonders filled her mind, starting with the simple fact of who would win the great mercenary work, who would fail and go against the plan, and who of them all would run away. It was already an interesting start.

Propping her feet against the wall she bit her lip, sending the deck of cards flying into the air before trying to catch them all. Having failed at half the deck, she went to pick up the remains, then sit back down and pull out her holopad, sending messages through various letters of text to all of her "holo friends," the best friends she had so far.

While her fingers were busy at their work, emitting a small 'ting' at every button pressed. She slowly looked out of the view port, seeing just bare of the action. Disappointing, this far. She was expecting a lot - lot more gunfire to begin. Some people just didn't take their job wild assault-like.

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[Thraxis]

Thraxis digits rang along the arm of the chair, contemplating what his next move would be, he could figure out for himself and betray any trust he could build with a powerful ally... or get access after everything has been resolved. His fingers rang a few more times, he was in charge now, he could no longer go running a muck and simply push the blame along to Flannigan. His mind felt conflicted, he wanted to just see it for himself, but building a reputation as an insane leader never tended to garner workers. After a few more strums of his finger he decided that helping was a better approach.

"I see." he said as he took his helmet off, looking around to his men, it was a sign of trust to remove the helmet, it showed vulnerability. Or cockiness, the two could easily be mistaken. "Well. On the condition I get to inspect your ship I will happily oblige." he decided to follow through with this action regardless of the response, if she said no he got more action and seemed determine, if she said yes then it showed confidence and trust. Either way could be skewed into a positive lighting.

His wrist flicked to one of the men commanding the ship, it was a universal reaction which meant do something, and with a flick of a few switches a comlink was opened towards the hostile ship. Thraxis set himself up, in a manner that allowed him to look down through the comlink, showing power and command. "This is Thraxis, commander of the Jackals and Enforcer of the Cartel." he said with a blunt grin, power running through his veins as he looked down, "Stand down or else I will intervene on Zenva's behalf." he said with an audible sigh, his eyes growing with a flare, learning why Flannigan coveted the position of captain. "And by intervene, I mean look as pretty lights tear holes in your ship." he continued as he relaxed, falling a little bit into his seat, as his grin turned from blunt to a euphoric sickness running across his face. It was true what Space Kanye West says. Power Corrupts. Or something like that, he never was one for the Space Hip Hop genre.
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[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua sized up the situation as he trained his weapon systems on the rogue ship approaching. He was sure that the pilot had already received transmissions like it, but Ghorua would try nonetheless. He flipped on his comms. "Unidentified vessel, this is the Captain of the Whalebone, respectfully asking you to divert your course from its current destination, or I will be forced to blow your karking pile of chit sky-high. Thank you."

Flipping off his comms, the Herglic flew defensively behind the Archon A, shields ready for an assault. It seemed as if the other ships in the vicinity were cooperating, but one could never be too careful. Bones crawled under the dash and whimpered. The pale Massiff had never liked precision flying. The ships careened through space, getting closer and closer to the fleet.

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[Matthew(Rogue)Drevur]

C7 screams at me through the ships intercoms, "What do you mean they sent us a message saying they will kill us?" C7 keeps screaming at me, "Fine! (closes ramp) Pressurize the room at least." C7 pressurizes the room, and I open the door back to the main area. I climb up the ladder and tell C7 to play the message, "So what, I've survived worse, I remember one time I got shot almost head on with a smart rocket! Of course I was in the infirmary for half a year but I survived! C7 get on co-pilot just in case." I jump to the pilots seat and manure the craft right behind the Whalebone.

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[Naast Vizsla]

At this point, everything was going to hell. Every ship was either helping out Zenva, or trying to get themselves killed. Staying back, Naast preferred to let the situation play out. He was still unidentified and decided it might be best to help in the attack by another unidentified ship, piloted by Matthew Drevur.

Sending a message to the hostile ship, Naast said, "Stand down, you cannot survive this ordeal if you choose this path." It was simple enough, if this guy decided to keep going, he would be completely destroyed by 3 or more ships at once.

Plus, this could help Naast become trusted by Zenva so he could board and complete his mission.

He sent a message to Zenva and the other ships, "I, Captain Naast Vizsla, will aide you in fighting off this insignificant threat." The message was short, sweet, and to the point.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva flashed a shark toothed smirk as yet another ship decided to side with her rather than stand against her. All but one stubborn insect who desperately wished to die it seemed. It didn't matter though, not really. Every war ship and freighter in the area had turned their guns on this Rogue Drevur fellow. Better still, in a few moments two dozen Interceptors would reach her Gunship and once they did nothing would be able to touch her. She laughed softly to herself as she opened a channel to The Cartel once more, "Thraxis, you know I would never turn away a fellow Jackel. You're more than welcome to dock with my Cruiser. You can inspect this Gunship, my Cruiser... Why I'll let you inspect anything you want." A musical little laugh boiled over the comm before she continued. "I'll see you aboard The Warhammer in a short while sir."

She ended the transmission and turned to face the spoiled little princess that had caused all this nonsense. "Another lesson for you my lady Polaris, might and reputation outweighs credits in my circles." The Zabrak crossed the room to stand before the princess, "Now then, The Cartel has been dealt with. The captain of the Whalebone I can't rightly order away. It would raise too many suspicions. Those other two dogs you called up however, call them off. Please." She smiled down at the princess, hands resting on her hips.

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[Polaris Sovereign]

The princess continued to play with her cards idly as the small agreements raged on to the table and beyond. Her hand slowly folded a few cards to fly about the room once again, as a single hand worked double time to make sure all of her messages were being sent. Her eyes peeked up at the sudden direction of her, to which to rose a single eyebrow, then went back to playing her game. After everything Zenva tried to make her do, she wasn't going to so much as admit to whatever was going on now.

No, instead... she had friends to talk to, pictures to view, and a lot of online shopping to attend to. Many skirts were in order for the next occasion, ready to be handed over in Nar Shadda whenever it was she got there. Hopefully, not too long.

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[Thraxis]

Thraxis brow raised as he sat in the chair, watching as the man slowly edged the envelope open, he had no idea if he could fire on the Whalebone. It seemed this man had a lot of courage, something he could use to his advantage. "Oh I'm sorry. Did you not here me, I said get away." he said with a cocky smile, as he decided what gun to use. His fingers snapped creating an audible click as he decided, "Screw this. Fire the M.A.R.C. 1!" he yelled as he jumped out of his seat, his eyes flaring with anticipation to see what one of Zenva's ships could do.

As soon as the gun fired he went to his channel with Zenva, "So, little question. What does the M.A.R.C. 1 do exactly?" he said as he rested his cheek on his hand, taking a sip of a small vial of ale that he removed from one of his pockets. His eyes watching as the slug round propelled itself through space with a silent hiss, directing itself for Drefus.
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[Brynyar Ordo]

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[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]
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The mandalorian had hired many of his vod to accompany him on his latest artifact hunt, that unfortunatly lead to nothing but a few pieces of pottery. When a distress call was sent offering numerous amounts of money for a rescue , who could refuse ? Upon entering the location of the distress call , the muscular tank spoke sending a transmission to all ships "This is Brynyar, mandalorian of the Ordo clan, me and my vods are here to assist in the distress call, hand over the princess before you see why me and my fellow allit are apart of the legendary warriors!" , his voice was masculine his armor was fitting for such a ruthless mercenary. The giant turned to his crew " be prepared to open fire , get me in close enough to drop a boarding pod into the main ship then focus on being pest's ." These were mandalorians looking for glory and riches, now they have a chance too.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Radio chatter flooded Zenva's ear, The Cartel had opened fire on one of the ships trailing her. Of course a moment later the sadistic Jackel in command of the Cartel Corvette opened a channel to her to ask what the weapon systems he was firing actually did. The Zabrak pinched the bridge of her nose, frustration was beginning to give her a headache. To make the situation better another ship dropped out of hyperspace and began issuing threats to everyone in the area. "That's the last straw. Princess I'm through with your games."

The Blood Matron moved back to the command table in the center of the room and opened a channel to The Cartel once more, "Thraxis. Point your ship directly at the new arrival. Then target him with your M.A.R.C. 1s. The fire control droid built into the weapon will make minor adjustments to your ship's position with your maneuvering thrusters before it fires a giant fething bullet at them. I'm talking a six meter long, nine ton rod of solid tungsten steel. Give them about six seconds to reload and recharge and you can fire again. You only have about twenty rounds for those things so make sure they count. Hit him with your Turbo Lasers in between volleys to cripple his shields and he'll be dead before you know it."

She closed that channel only to open a new one to the Captain of the Whalebone. "Attention Crew of the Whalebone. Your loyalty to the Queen of The Awoken is appreciated but it's time for you to step aside. Alter course immediately, get your engines facing my fleet and clear the area. We're going to have us a little fireworks display."

The Zabrak closed that channel as well. The next one she opened was transmitted to the three bounty hunter morons that thought a space battle was the best way to rescue a person, "Attention chit-heads, my name is Zenva Vrotoa and frankly I don't give a feth if you're important enough to have heard my name before. This is the last warning you will receive, turn tail and run before I rid the galaxy of a few more pieces of trash. You have thirty seconds to comply. May the Gods have mercy on your souls."

One final channel was opened, this one to her fleet. Two Corvettes and her Flagship. "Hunter's Boon and Devil's Maw are to target one of the ships advancing toward the fleet. Warhammer you are to target everything that isn't running away and eradicate them. You are cleared to engage at your own discretion gentlemen."

In Clan Vrotoa the Matron's word was law and the crews aboard the ships of her fleet lept to obey her commands with vicious smiles painted across their crimson faces. The two Corvettes made adjustments to their positions, bringing another four M.A.R.C. 1 cannons into firing position. The Warhammer swung ten Turbo Lasers into position for each of the enemy ships advancing. A moment later the fleet began firing on anything foolish enough not to have turned away.

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[Thraxis]

Thraxis raised his brow at Brynyars transmission, "Legendary Warriors huh." he said with a bored look in his eye, he had never heard of any of the names he had just thrown out and was woefully unimpressed. He didn't even take the time to make a theatrical display. He looked to one of the men and simply nodded, and soon a com channel broke open. "Sup, my name is Thraxis, and soon your name will be dumbass." he said as he rolled his shoulders pulling himself out of his seat as he looked down, "Or at least, thats what is gonna be written on your gravestone when this is all done and over." he said as he slowly started to chuckle quickly turning off the com as he opened up Zenvas with Haste.

Thraxis fell aback, a little into his seat as he started to feel like Zenva was a tad overwhelmed. Huh. Maybe I should finish a conversation when she doesn't have a ton of men... Are they even men? Well, they sure don't have much along the lines of balls to try and gang up on someone. Though... I guess I was also going to do that huh. Aw well. What was I doing. Oh right space stuffe. He thought to himself as he zoned out, hearing the last part of what to do which translated along the lines of blow stuff up. His eyes fluttered as he looked to the men, assuming they were listening and knew what to do.

His hand slashed through the air as his eyes snapped with ferocity, "You heard the Captain! Destroy them utterly!" he yelled a his lips stretched across, a flare in his voice as his head lowered. After a few seconds of hearing gears churn and turn he saw a hail of Lasers expel from the ship, a dazzling light show erupting from his very eyes aimed at the newcomer, the one behind the Whalebone seemed like it had been dealt with.
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[Jarven Zexxel]

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Spoiler

one to get a little dirty and play around with the local scum of the galaxy.

When I saw this, I thought, "Oh, hell nah!" and laughed.

Oh, and I'm hoping that I'll be allowed to tag along? If not, I can redact this post. Thanks.

On Board The Warhammer with Renesri Vrotoa​

"---then, Jan punches the Weequay right in the---"

Alarms sounded in throughout The Warhammer. Both Ren and Jarven stopped and took serious stock of the situation. Jarven put a finger to his ear and said,

"Status report!...Uh, huh? Got it." Then, he turned to Ren and said,

"Bad news, Ren. We've got a Serroco Standoff going on outside between your aunt and a collection of fools. They're about to launch Interceptors and I think I can help."

He ran off, but then yelled back to her,

"Don't worry! I'll be back to finish my story!"

In The Hangar​

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Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uIZmrCjHLI

He was suited up and ready to launch. His cybernetics took care of the start up while he got himself oriented with how this particular starfighter operated. His presence on board The Warhammer was supposed to be a pleasant surprise, but it would have to become a confused, but thankful surprise.

"Red Squadron, this is Red Lead! Everyone call in!" said Jarven through the squadron comms.

"Red 1, reporting in!"
"Red 4, here!"
"Red 2, calling in!"
"Red 3, present!"
"Red 5 is here, teach!"

"All ready on our end, Black Squadron! Heading out!" said Jarven to the other squadron leader.

They launched out into the dark of space. These crafts were fast, but the vastness of space was still, well, vast. Eventually, they finally reached their mark...just as all Hell broke loose. He opened comms to the gunship.

"Blood Matron, this is Red Lead! Requesting orders, over!"