Ander Tagira
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Post by Ander Tagira on May 1, 2014 10:45:21 GMT -8
Ander held Korra's gaze firmly, never faltering, revealing nothing. The woman's jibe at the hits GALSAF's reputation had taken in recent months didn't bite at him the way she probably intended. His commandos knew their job, and the faith they placed in one another was stronger than any bad PR. They did good work and learned from their mishaps. He stared her down with eyes piercing and cold, as if carved from stone. After several long, silent moments, Ander spoke, his voice as placid as lake water on a cold, still morning.
"If the Hutts found out I'd met with you on friendly terms, they might lose whatever trust they've placed in you to do their work. This way, if they find out about this little meeting, you can tell them we stole from you, attacked you, tried to kill you...whatever you want. You look like a victim, instead of an accomplice."
Ander's lip curled slightly upwards, and he ran his tongue against his molars in thought. Without warning, he drew his sidearm, a Verpine shatterpistol, and squeezed off a single round. The weapon's round shot forth with a dull click from the muzzle of his pistol, piercing the armor protecting Korra's right leg and biting into the flesh of her calf. Ander holstered the weapon as Huxley and his commandos raised their weapons, a silent warning to the rest of Korra's crew to stay as they were. Ander stepped forward, kneeling in front of Korra so they were at eye-level with one another.
"Now you don't have to lie." He told her, his tone even and bereft of any semblance of guilt. He gestured over his shoulder to one of the commandos, who stepped to Ander's side and drew a med-kit from his utility belt, tossing it on the deck at Korra's feet. Ander opened a pouch on his own kit and pulled from it a handful of credits, some marked with the slashed Resh of the Galactic Republic, others in the form of metallic ingots from both the Republic and the Imperial Remnant.
"There's twenty thousand, starting off." Ander told Korra, grabbing her right hand with his own and turning her palm over before slapping the currency into her grasp. He uprighted himself and stepped away, looking down at the young woman. "You'll get an extra five for every piece of solid intel you funnel our way, and an even bigger payout for you and your companions if you take up arms with us when the time comes." Ander crossed his plated arms over his armored chest, waiting for the woman to overcome the pain she must have been feeling and provide him with a response to his offer.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2014 14:28:42 GMT -8
*Korra had no time to react before the round hit her. Shock came first, then the pain. She grabbed her leg and suppressed a yell of pain.*
"What's the matter with you?!" *She grabbed the medkit from the floor and set to work at stopping the bleeding. She didn't know what was worse, the fact that he shot her or the fact he didn't seem to care. Korra froze when he grabbed her hand and dropped credits into her palm. Her gaze went from her hand to Ander. At the moment her mind was having a hard time wrapping around what was going on. She quickly finished patching up her leg. Keeping her weight of her injured leg, she slowly stood up and faced the man in front of her. Her hand gripped into a tight fist as she sized the man up and anger filled her eyes.* "First you break into my ship and offer me a job. Then you shoot me before shoving a fist full of credits into my hand. You're either some kind of crazy, or you're closer to the Hutts in you're business tacticts then you'd like to think." *Her gaze went from Ander to the credits in her hand, then to her injured leg. She let out a slow sigh before looking back at the man and speaking in a low voice.* "What do you need me to do."
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Ander Tagira
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Post by Ander Tagira on May 1, 2014 15:37:13 GMT -8
Ander might have smiled when he heard Korra ask for details on the job, but only if her cooperation had surprised him. On the contrary, Ander had expected her to comply, though it didn't show on his face in the slightest. The only thing that did surprise him was the young woman's decision to stand despite the gunshot wound screaming pain through her leg. "Good." Ander replied simply, then pulled a datapad from his utility belt and handed it to Korra. The datapad was brown, its backside lined with ridges that gave it an insectoid appearance. Indeed, the device had come from Collo IV, home to the voracious Collocoid species, the progenitors of the legendary Droideka.
"Take this back to your Hutt boss, it's got a message for him...from me." Ander told his new employee cryptically before handing her a small datachit. It was made of plain black plast, bereft of any special markings or manufacturing labels. The chit came from GALSAF's civilian-run research and development company, Improvised Designs. "This is a universal data acceptor. It contains no software that allows it to upload data, so if it falls into someone else's hands, no one will be able to read any of its contents. It does, however, carry a special set of subroutines that are engineered for Cartel information systems, based on what we know about them already. You should have no trouble downloading any relevant data, financial files, personnel and military dossiers, communication logs and transmissions, and so forth." Ander stared the young woman down, admiring the fire in her eyes, which suddenly struck a familiar chord within the recesses of his memory. Try as he might, Ander was unable to place the feeling anywhere specific, and so dismissed the moment. "Keep it on you at all times, Korra Sekel." Ander warned, the words he left unsaid resounding more strongly than anything else. He turned and gestured towards the troop door facing their own gunship, and Huxley and his counterparts moved to the edges of the bay. Ander pulled his helmet over his head and sealed it, then looked back down at Korra.
My personnel comm encryption and frequency are on that datapad, download a copy for yourself. I want reports once per day, regardless of whether you have anything new for us. If you end up having to travel through hyperspace for more than twenty-four hours at a time, report your travel plans to us before and after your jump. Ander took a final look throughout the bay. I'd put your helmet back on, Sekel. He told her, then nodded to Huxley, who pulled open the troop bay door with a gloved hand. The bay began depressurizing once more, the escaping atmosphere tugging at Ander's armored body as he watched his commandos make the jump between the two vessels. He left Korra with a final set of instructions, transmitting through his helmet comm system on an open channel. If you can't trust any of your crew members, and you think they deserve it, kill them. You wouldn't want someone turning you in to the Hutts now, would you? Ander turned away and launched himself out of the gunship's open bay, leaving its occupants to reseal the incapacitated vessel as he crossed the distance between their ship and his own. He felt Huxley's hand grasping his outstretched arm as the man pulled him into the artificial gravity of their gunship, the bay door sliding closed and sealing behind him. After the bay had depressurized and the pilots reoriented the LAAT/i towards the outer edges of the star system, Ander unsealed his helmet and clipped it to his belt.
"That didn't go half bad. I almost thought she'd try to stab you." Huxley said. He'd already removed his helmet. Ander shrugged slightly. "I can tell that woman's a lot of things, but she's not stupid. Whatever she's doing running jobs for the Hutts, she's doing it by choice." He replied, sitting down on one of the side benches and fastening a set of restraints over his armored chest and thighs. Huxley took a seat opposite him as the gunship accelerated noticeably, preparing to leave the system.
"Think we might be able to convince her to enlist?" Huxley asked. Ander felt the corner of his mouth turn downward slightly as he considered it. "Maybe. We'll see how this all goes. If she does her job, I'll bring it up. If she ends up dead...it won't matter then, I guess." Ander drew his datapad from his belt and unlocked the display as the gunship jettisoned into hyperspace. "Now, let's get caught up on our operations on Corulag..."
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2014 16:58:10 GMT -8
*Korra took both the datapad and datachit from Ander. She glanced them over before putting on her helmet. Everything Ander said, she took in, memorized. If she wanted to live through this, then she'd have to watch her step. She watched the GALSAF commandos exit the ship and one of her pilots shut the door. Grabbing the rest of her gear off the floor, Korra turned to face the pilot as he spoke.*
-Pilot-
::Can you believe those crazies? We have to tell the boss about this. Cause if we don't, we're dead.::
*Both pilots turned to head back towards the cockpit. Without hesitation, Korra pulled out one of her Hellfire pistols and pulled the trigger. Two loud cracks rang out followed by the two pilots hitting the ground. Replacing her pistol, she stepped over their bodies and into the cockpit. She activated the ships comlink to the planet below. Within the hour a Hutt ship arrived to escort the wounded LAAT. During that time she copied Anders comm frequency, and also made a not to remember what her mother told her about a man with the same name.*
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Bloodrage Pirates
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Jun 26, 2014 7:18:33 GMT -8
No more warnings. The slave fired just as the pirate captain didnt heed her request for surrender. One local paralising shot at his pelvis from inches away. The foam was covering her, so she wouldnt be able to use her stealth gear, but the white powder that descended from above now worked as a dense fog for the next couple of moments and she used this to start incapacitating the rest of the armed enemies. With one painfull move of her left thumb, she activated the sound distortion device. A banshee only gave one chance to give up. THen, the chance is taken away untill she deems the pain to be over.
The rest of them would be in the range of the sound scrambler. With it, her shots were only seen.
She jumped out to the right, fireing one shot on the move at the closest target that was mare feets away, then a quickly aimed shot at the heat signiture that was furthest away. She would work her way around them to the right, shooting the closest as she jumped and as she landed always the furthest away. At the third jump she would simply fall down to the ground. By now the pirates surely guessed she would be moving to the right and start fireing where they thought she would be next. Thats when she started giving quick aimed shots at the closest, trying to fell them all using this little fient. She rolled between shots, now to the left.
The fighting technique she learned was in its core simple. Use your enviroment to distract oponents, may it be fire extinction, red barrels that always by law of nature explode, or the couple of distracting things she had with her as gear. Sound scramblers were good because groups of enemies you wanted to take out couldnt coordinate and scream for help, there was just a silent flash of light and one fell, then an other, and an other and an other. The Goggles she had with could give her sight in many situations where normal creatures couldnt see witch gave her options to how to incapacitate oponents.
She would try to subdue the pirates at the table, or die trying. But, she had plans for the captain. She had a reason why she let him keep his arms. If he has reasoning capabilities, he will see that if the rest of the pirates wake up, and find his arms around the twileks neck, he wont loose face, but gain some. Defeating a slave that took them out, that they themselves couldnt handle? And the slave will hopefully gain some face... even if she might just get beaten some. plus, she wanted him to see what went on.
That was the plan at least, but she would have to actually succeed in taking out the small group of pirates, and that fog wont last long.
"You have fought better than I thought, this is good but you are clearly a solo agent. Your techniques would be very difficult to pull off as part of a team. Now, how about we go to the surface and recon the targets?"
Vaulkhar waited, finger on the trigger of his rifle and mouth ready to give the command to his Reavers. There was strength in numbers, great strength. |
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Jun 26, 2014 8:15:32 GMT -8
She did disable it. She really didnt want to take out the pirates, but they had pulled guns and she had to continue untill it was done. Vaulkhar would decide when that was, or a well aimed shot. Lucky for her, the pirate leader did. Covered in firefighting foam, wind up by the fight, she stopped sudenly and let her weapon spin downwards.
The slave did not say a word, but took two slow steps towards Vaulkhar while holstering it and went down onto her knees, bowing her head down.
-3-
"I am Three, My command word is Hattat. Utter it and I will attack any threat to your person. Utter it again and I will stop. I am versed in stealth combat, infiltration and protection. I can also cook, launder, iron and clean. You are my master, and I will do your bidding."
She looked up, and removed the cloth that hid her face. It wasnt a young face, now that Vaulkhar and his crew would see. She was an older woman, late fourties maybe, even though her voice would have made her younger.
-3-
"I also dislike punishment without reason."
While for most people it would have felt awkward, to have a combat slave kneeling and listing her resume, for 3 this was life. Had been ever since she was taken as a child, untill a yellow twilek found her and put her into a military program for slaves. Asking not to be hit just because someone felt like it was normal to her. She hoped that her demonstration showed why, although she would never lift a hand to hurt Vaulkhar, only if he ordered her.
She was one of the finest products put forth from the Crucible and she acted like it.
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Bloodrage Pirates
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Jun 26, 2014 9:28:42 GMT -8
Vaulkhar stood and listened to Three list what he mostly knew from her demonstration. However the command word was of particular interest to him. There was a moment of silence after the slave spoke, in which Vaulkhar signalled to remaining Reavers to stand, the un-injured ones. He was a little disappointed by the number injured and it angered him. His rifle was still in his hand and he struke Three across the face with it.
"That was for all this mess! Now, we have business on the planet and for the first phase, I will need your special skills."
The Executioner turned away from the scene, though worse had been seen on the ship. His Reavers were helping each other up and making their way to sick bay. Vaulkhar was walking towards the Mantis patrol craft at the far end of the hanger. This is what the team would use to get to the planet, though obviously Vaulkhar had selected a different team to the now very injuured one.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Jun 28, 2014 4:40:41 GMT -8
She nodded and followed. Taking a look back at the scene she got a bit shocked how many actually stood from the team. She remembered felling a lot more then whom stood up to help those that didnt. She noted this down in her head and followed. They must either have been armoured well and feigned being hit, or... had some way to work against the stun bolts. She will have to learn which.
Upon entering the ship she went strait for the box with that red cross on it, or whatever would resemble the intergalactic symbol for first aid kits. She opened it with her able hand and found a pill bottle witch she took a pill from and swallowed. It was filled with vitamins and magnesium and other things that made a stunbolt hit fade faster. She closed up the FAK and strapped herself in sitting across Vaulkhar. This way she would see what was going on with him, and would be able to act if something was up.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Jun 28, 2014 16:15:47 GMT -8
Vaulkhar climbed aboard, made sure his team was aboard, along with Three and then ordered the pilot to take off. The ship glided smoothly out of the hanger and down towards the planet.
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Cuyan Skirata
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Nov 10, 2014 7:46:21 GMT -8
The Kyr'galaar emerged from hyperspace near Nal Hutta. Cuyan was sitting in the cockpit, sending out the transponder codes for Kolga's palace. He was waiting for a response when he opened the intercom throughout the shop letting Lilith known that they had arrived.
Ge'tal, we'll be landing soon, stop touching yourself and get frosty.
He chuckled to himself and lit a cigarette, pouring himself a last drink before he landed. Kolga's palace would respond soon.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2014 20:18:42 GMT -8
The Kyr'galaar emerged from hyperspace near Nal Hutta. Cuyan was sitting in the cockpit, sending out the transponder codes for Kolga's palace. He was waiting for a response when he opened the intercom throughout the shop letting Lilith known that they had arrived.Ge'tal, we'll be landing soon, stop touching yourself and get frosty.He chuckled to himself and lit a cigarette, pouring himself a last drink before he landed. Kolga's palace would respond soon. |
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Post by Lilith on Nov 25, 2014 8:38:57 GMT -8
The Kyr'galaar emerged from hyperspace near Nal Hutta. Cuyan was sitting in the cockpit, sending out the transponder codes for Kolga's palace. He was waiting for a response when he opened the intercom throughout the shop letting Lilith known that they had arrived.Ge'tal, we'll be landing soon, stop touching yourself and get frosty.He chuckled to himself and lit a cigarette, pouring himself a last drink before he landed. Kolga's palace would respond soon. |
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Post by Sa'kage on Dec 27, 2014 20:29:58 GMT -8
The X70 Phantom class ship dropped out of hyperspace near the planet Nal Hutta, controlled by the Hutts. Sitting behind the controls, still not extremely competent at this whole flying business, he flew towards the planet. Still not having a Droid, or pilot, to help him pilot the craft he was having to make do on his own. Reaching over he flipped a switched to communicate with the planet, instead of sneaking on to it.
"Nal Hutta control, seeking permission to land."
That was all he transmitted, wanting to see what they did and how they reacted to no name or other information to gauge whether coming here was a good use of hi time or a complete waste.
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Cuyan Skirata
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on May 7, 2015 15:09:25 GMT -8
In orbit above Nal Hutta, Cuy was eating from a nanowaved box of spiced and sauced noodles with a meat he had chosen not to think too hard about from the preserver. He would need to go shopping for supplies soon, but he wanted to leave this system first. He had removed his helmet and upper armor and poured himself whiskey to accompany his sad meal. He accessed holonet to check for any open jobs and any decent sales to get the things he needed. He started playing a bit of music while he began picking through the holonet's offerings.
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Post by Cayne on May 7, 2015 15:45:49 GMT -8
One such item that was not listed on the open boards managed to find its way, routed through several systems, to ping on the console, hologram springing to life at the click of a button. The air shimmered slightly as it resolved itself into the head and shoulders of a man with close-cropped black hair and a piercing gaze that somehow managed to portray intensity even through the holographic version of himself. Aroured shoulders could be seen at the bottom of the image yet the man bore no helmet and no obvious allegiance.
The image inclined his head in a nod of greeting, a twitch of a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Su cuy'gar, Cuyan Ha'rangir. Ni vercopa ibic miit mar'eyirise gar pirusti bal udesla. Gar besbe'trayce linbar'ade, meh gay vercopa bah duumir gar beskad. Olaror bah Concord Dawn ti'or solus ray'ture bah vorer. Haa'taylir Marak sha Jai'galaar.
The image dipped its head again before fading, message automatically deleting leaving no trace of its existence.
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on May 7, 2015 23:05:02 GMT -8
Cuyan was surprised by the message. It had been a long time since any others of his people had contacted him. Extra surprising to see it come from Concord Dawn. That was deep Vhett country, and his late father and the also late Cassus Vhett had often been at loggerheads. It was likely however that this messenger did not know who his father had been, and merely knew the reputation of Cuyan Ha'rangir.
He brought up the map and did some figuring. He could burn for eighteen hours and reach Starfall for fuel and a touch of food. Then another thirty to Concord Dawn. Sucking down the rest of that sad box of noodles, he punched in the coordinates and got on the intercom to let Lilith know the plan.
Ge'tal, we're heading to Starfall. Eighteen hours we'll be taking in the amenities for an evening, then on from there. Settle in.
The navicomputer beeped that it was ready and he engaged hyperdrive, the Kyr'galaar shooting away from Nal Hutta and away from hutt space.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2015 21:59:06 GMT -8
The Doma Toma Kwee-Kunee passes quickly through the space above Nal Hutta towards the bustling moon of Nar Shaddaa. It was time for the Hutt Cartel, guided by Kolga's kajidic, to open channels with other criminal syndicates in the galaxy.
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Feb 26, 2018 14:41:53 GMT -8
An assortment of ships exited hyperspace above the swampy, bloated world of Nal Hutta. Each ship bore the markings of one Zordo Ajuur's kajidic. It would seem that the Hutt Cartel had returned once more. As a Chelandion Warship moved to the head of the group, a Seltiss-2 Caravel was ejected from its hangar bay. The caravel, named Azalus Pateessa in Huttese, accelerated towards the planet, carrying Zordo himself and several Security Droids and a few Gamorreans from Clan Norgk. It was time to show the galaxy that the criminal underworld wasn't as dead as it seemed. And Zordo intended to do just that. His plans would unfold once he was able to set up a palace of operation on Nal Hutta...
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Feb 26, 2018 18:25:55 GMT -8
With Zordo on Nal Hutta's surface, his fleet was able to secure orbit around the planet. The Chelendion's began a patrol for security purposes, accompanied by the DP20 Frigates. The two Y145 Transports broke off and headed to the surface to unload the slaves and servants of Zordo to help clean up and begin building his palace. Two Kaloth Cruisers accompanied them while the other two remained in orbit. All in all, there was little resistance from the local populace, now that a Hutt was back in charge.
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Jul 11, 2018 17:00:43 GMT -8
A great many things had transpired since Zordo the Hutt had returned to Nal Hutta. With the opening of the Azure Palace, the crime lord set his focus on turning a profit. With successful talks concluded between the fledgling Hutt Cartel and the self-proclaimed Warlord of Nar Shaddaa, the slave trade in this sector was pinned to the Cartel's favor. And then talks had taken place between the Hutt Cartel and the Sith'ari of Iridonia. Possessing a highly hallucinogenic substance known as Yarrock, discussions took place and a deal was brokered between Iridonia and Nal Hutta. And this the flow of illicit goods began. Two Eliall-Class Cargo Barges from Zordo's Ulwan Fleet broke off from the group. An escort of four DP20 Frigates, from the Hutt's Kajidic Fleet, split off from their designated patrol vectors and linked up with the cargo barges. Once everything was in order, the ships jumped to hyperspace.
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