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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2019 10:56:31 GMT -8
Pushing through the madness of his men making their rounds to and from the ship, Duk-Zokma made the venture from the main house to the landing pads. He had only made it a few meters away from the main house when Bo reactivated the shields. While his diligence in ensuring that the compound was left unseen by both eyes and scanners alike, the nature of his delay to allow Araali’s landing still had the Weequay burning up inside. The remembrance of the captain’s lack of communication, at that, only fed that fire, which was brought on by the sight of her ship. Or rather his ship that he’d be taking back for the time being. While he was used to his rowdy bunch and their shenanigans, there were some things that he would not tolerate. These blatant acts to assert their disrespect against his leadership, and the risk they put in ensuring the safe arrival of the goods, had gone a step too far today. Paying no mind to his men or the slaves they had quickly and efficiently begun to unload from the ship, he yelled out to Araali, before she could yell out to him whatever words that may have been stewing in her brain.
"Who the hell do you think you are? Thinking you can just report in one time, five klicks away, like it’s no big deal."
It was like a line of ants being transported off the ship to the barracks. A few of the men escorting them carried electrostaffs, a wise piece of advice by the same nameless woman who seemed to set everything into motion for this little gang. A man was quick to lash out against his captors, even now, and he was quickly subdued and forced to submit. The sounds of his screams drew the Weequay’s attention away to the unfolding scene as the escort grabbed the man by his collar and forced him back into line. Duk-Zokma’s lips split into a faint, amused grin as he made note of the man’s general appearance. If he continued to act out, he would make a fine specimen for a certain client. It was only that brief second of his diverted attention before he turned back the captain with a challenging stare. "Bo almost made you land blind. Next time, I might let him... That is, if I give you a next time."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2019 15:44:33 GMT -8
Araali watched as Duk-Zokma made his way over to her, not even waiting until he was upon her to start yelling and throwing a fit. As he went off on his rant against her and her actions, she merely looked at him, seemingly almost bored and uncaring of his opinion. It wasn't until he was finished that she gave off an amused laugh.
"Who do I think I am? One who clearly understands how to keep an operation like this running and quiet in a way you clearly don't. Tell me, how long have you been in the slaving business? A few years perhaps? Decided to up yourself from simple spice running and smuggling, thinking it was a much better business? Well, let me tell you something. I've been in it my whole life. Born into it, raised in it, and have run my own pirate and slaving crew for almost two decades. Running spice and smuggling might ping you as a criminal, but when compared to actual piracy and higher, you are small fry. Authorities and bounty hunters will overlook you in a heartbeat to get to the worse offenders. So don't come bitching to me because I take silence until the minute seriously. You think you have what it takes to fend off an assault? Please. With your defenses, a surprise attack of two well-armed ships could take you down. That is why keeping yourself hidden is so important, you ingrate. So stop your whining, put your big boy pants on, and make sure your team is doing their job properly. It doesn't take a moment to drop a shield." She then began to look around, followed by circling him. Once she had made a full rotation, she looked back at him with an agitated look. "Ok, for all the fuss you're making over me not reporting in until the last minute, where the hell is the Domination? It was gone a full three days ahead of my team to deliver a group of sex slaves to a client. Not whining about them being gone so long, are you? Have they reported in? I bet not." Letting off a frustrated sigh, she stepped back as her head began to hurt. Sometimes, she began to wonder why she ever joined up with this organization. All they ever seemed to do was question her but let other, more important things slip by without a care. Looking around once more, she made her final comment. "So where the hell is Bo, anyway? Too scared to face me after that bullshit stunt of his?"
Rika fell in line with the slaves as they were unloaded from the ship and into the facility. From the moment she was brought on board she had remained quiet with ears open. She had to learn everything she could to give Kelam enough knowledge to successfully raid this place without causing any problems for her team. So far, she knew the ship was cloaked, both from watching it appear and hearing the crew talk of it. She could have sworn just before landing she heard them going on about the captain and a cloaking device over the facility. That was bad news for her team. They might be able to track her via the device Kelam gave her, but without being able to see what was wear, they were walking into a slaughter, if not running into the building itself. If she was lucky, she'd find out where the generator was along with the building defenses. Being a VT-49 Decimator with extra weapons, the Chaotic Revelation was a powerhouse, but it was a single ship that could be facing capital ship level defenses. Lacking knowledge couldn't be accepted
As she was led into the building, she heard the heated exchanged a little ways off. Glancing over out of the corner of her eye, she caught the sight of a Zelton female and a male Weequay. The Zeltron must have been the captain she hear about and the Weequay was either in charge of the slaves, docking protocol, or possibly even the boss. Glancing over fully she worked to get a solid image in her head. If Kelam was lucky, he'd be able to dive deep enough into her mind to see his face and kill the boss himself. But perhaps there was a bit of luck. Despite the heated discussion, she was far enough away and the area was wide enough it didn't care words well, but she thought she heard somthing about weak defenses capable of being taken down by a couple ships. Not enough to go on, though. She needed something more concrete and clearer.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2019 19:53:18 GMT -8
Duk-Zokma smirked bitterly at Araali’s outburst. For a brief moment, he might have taken that little bit of joy that Bo was looking forward to away from him. It was a damned good thing that Bo made his arrival to the scene as timely as he did.
“Oi there, pretty lady, you called for me?” Bo bellowed out with a cocky laugh as he approached the two from the main house, hearing his name being screamed by the Zeltron in their little squabble. “Glad to see you made an alright landing, all things considered.” There was a knowing grin curled at his lips, and his eyes sparked with mischief, further hoping to feed that fire already raging within the captain. “You know I would’ve absolutely hated to see anything happen to that product.”
Bo leaned an elbow on Duk-Zokma’s shoulder and cocked his head at the feisty captain who fought fire with fire. The Weequay, though, shoved Bo’s arm off of him and took a step forward, standing toe to toe with the woman who apparently had all of those years of experience on them. “You know, I’m sure we’re all dying to know why such a hot shot like you are helping such small fries like us. I sure as hell am.” Without moving an inch from his spot, he called over his shoulder to Bo. “What’s the status of the Domination, Bo?” It took more than a few pinpricks of words to roughen up Duk-Zokma’s tough skin, but among the whole thing, Araali did make one good point, and something Duk-Zokma couldn’t take lightly. In all of this, Bo hadn't mentioned a single word about the status of Jos-Las and his ship.
Crossing his arms over his chest, Bo shrugged his shoulders in answer. He didn’t seem at all bothered, despite his answer. “Haven’t heard from them yet, but unlike some captains, Jos has a record of reporting in when he says he will,” said Bo with a few knives of his own directed towards the captain. “Maybe if we didn’t have to be so up someone’s arse all the time ‘bout reporting back, we could pay attention to our other ships out and about.” A smirk found Bo’s features, even if Duk-Zokma was less than pleased with his answer. “My bet’s on that they’re just taking their time with leaving. Tips or something. You know how Jos gets with the sex slave runs. Take it easy, bossman. I’ll let you know the moment I hear back from them, if it’ll help you sleep better tonight.”
Akmerta left his station near one of the turrets once the cloak was back to hiding their compound. Not only did he have a role in ensuring the safety of their little home here, he also had a direct hand in leading the slaves from the ship to the barracks. In a way, the humans who reported under him and aided him in these endeavors were more of his slaves than any of these lot were. Still, those that walked the line from ship to barracks were his older brother’s product, and the one surefire way they were all getting paid these days. Those quick to step out of line were quickly subdued by his subordinates, but to Akmerta’s dismay, these lot didn’t seem the type to try and fight back. Two other outbreaks, and the rest seemed to silently understand their fates.
His dark eyes wandered up and down the line as he heard the crying children who were hushed by their panicked mothers, the young men who seethed yet would make for good hard laborers, and some of the young women who would make an excellent new batch of sex slaves for the next buyer. There was one of those young women in particular, though, that caught Akmerta’s eye. Most appeared frightened, even teary-eyed in their chains, yet one out of the bunch, though, appeared much more composed than the rest. On top of it, she had one of those certain ‘looks’ that buyers seemed to like with the human slaves, blue eyes offset by black hair. What more, there was a curiosity in her blue eyes that brought a grin to Akmerta’s lips.
“Don’t you worry bout where you’re at right now, little lady,” he said in a whispered growl as she passed him entering the barracks. With a gentle push into the building, he followed directly behind her to keep an eye on the rest of the ones already escorted into the building. “You’ll be here and gone before you know it.”
“Hey!” one of the younger men behind her yelled out to the interaction. He could have been no older than fourteen, with shaggy brown hair that fell over his eyes. “Why don’t you worry about somebody who’ll actually give you a good fight back?”
“Actually,” Akmerta pondered, feigning a thoughtful expression, “that sounds delightful.”
He may have had weapons on his person, but unlike his subordinates, he enjoyed getting his hands dirty. Directing his attention away from Rika, he sent the boy sprawling with a clean strike against his jaw before dragging him down to the back of the barracks by his hair. So much for the fight that was promised, as he only flailed in his futile attempts to break free from his captor. Akmerta could have easily shocked him or whipped him and moved about his merry way, but making him a finer example in front of all the other slaves was by far his favorite tactic. What the Weequay failed to understand was that the boy accomplished his own goal in drawing attention away from Rika, even if it was just for now.
“Welcome to your new home, you unlucky lot,” Akmerta called out to the slaves already poured into the building and the last few who were being ushered in. “I recommend getting comfortable, since there’s only one way in and out of these barracks, and that’s through the very door you walked through to get here. And don’t think about escaping,” he stated casually, lifting his free hand that wasn’t subduing the boy to point towards the door. “Only me and my men can access that door, so you better try and make your stay here as comfortable as possible and not. Now...” With a jerking motion, Akmerta forced the boy in front of him, which brought about only a weakened groan, the boy now squashed of his earlier spirit. “If any of you still want to challenge me or try breaking free, I will gladly have some fun with you today and everyday following your little stay here on Rishi.” The thoughtful purse of his lips almost seemed comical if it wasn’t for his otherwise intimidating and imposing nature. Akmerta added, “but I recommend that you all be the good little slaves you now are and learn early to serve your masters well, else I’ll have you begging that a buyer comes in and snatches you up.” Releasing the young man to fall to his knees, Akmerta bent at the waist to whisper down to him. “So... what’ll it be for you, slave?”
Before the boy could even think of a response to the challenge, one of Akmerta’s men rushed down to meet him. “Sir, Jaik hasn’t reported in since the Enslaver’s landing, and we need assistance in storage number three.”
With a growl, Akmerta released the boy with a forceful push to the side and out of his way. “If he fell asleep at the turret again, I swear I’ll rip his spine out and wear it as a belt,” he threatened, pushing through the line of slaves that continued to pile in. Calling back out over his shoulder, Akmerta continued, “It’s not like we have plenty of them just sitting around for casual nap time. Zeke, you’re now on turret duty.” Now, loading up of slaves in the barracks wasn’t their primary concern anymore. It couldn't be if they couldn't smoothly transition to the next phase because of someone's laziness. Akmerta and Zeke pushed through a final wave of people as they headed out of the barracks and only left only two others to hopefully manage any other outbreaks from the otherwise subdued group.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2019 9:30:59 GMT -8
Araali's attention shifted as she heard Bo speak out and walk up to them. With his carefree attitude over the situation she now knew to be his doing, she couldn't help but hate him all the more. Her green eyes pierced his as her quiet breaths came out aggressive and heavy. Even as Duk-Zokma stepped up and presented his question about why she was there, her eyes never left Bo's. What was more was the fact she didn't even answer his question at the moment, only listening as the discussion about the Domination. Once it was finished, she stepped around the Weequay as if he wasn't there and right up to Bo. After a moment of an intense stare, she slung her head forward in a headbutt at Bo, somehow missing the horns on his face.
Taking a step back, she glared down at him, waiting for him to make a move.
"And there's your problem. So worried about me that you forget the only other ship here, all because you know him to be loyal and check in on time. Something he clearly hasn't done. You had your little puppy with me, so were you that concerned that there wouldn;t be a report from my ship? That's the whole reason I didn;t concern myself with it. When you send someone to watch and ensure the job is done and reported on, I'm not going to bother." She let out a growl mixed with a fustrated sigh. "No matter how lacking, at least this place has some organization and not a bunch of greedy bastards eventually looking to take all you have." In those words she had vaguely answered Duk-Zokma's question. She had been a pirate all her life, even taking control of the group she was in. For all they took, they were but a single group, never capable of creating for themselves the same level of an organization as this slave ring had become. They could live rich, but there reach and influence was still small, no matter what they did. On top of that, it always ended with someone getting greedy, wanting more for themselves or wanting to take the top spot. While she wouldn't have doubted such actions to take leadership was a faint possibility, it was more likely that one simply rose through the ranks to gain power, showing a level of civility. Rika moved through the line as they were led further in to what the slavers called the barraks. Though she tried to keep her glances subtle, it had ultimately failed. That and remaining calm and seemingly unhindered by what was happening made her a prime target for one of the slavers. Coming up behind her, he began speaking. She was just about to turn and look at him when one of the male children called out from further back, trying to defend her. Mixed feelings washed over her in that moment: relief that the attention was diverted away from her but fear that the child would be hurt.
Watching as the boy was drug out and hit a few times, Rika's fists tightened as she worked to keep herself calm and under control. She had a mission to fulfill and couldn't risk being found out. But she did make a mental picture within her mind of the man so that when Kelam and the others arrived, she could find him and deliver to him the same punishment before his death.
Luckily, the scene only played out so long. Despite the need to move the slaves in, other matters involving their own took precidecne. Listening as best she could as the Weequay and other male took off, she couldn;t help but smirk. It seemed as if they were short staffed and was unorganized at that. Falling asleep at the turret when one was meant to be on guard when the cloaking device came down? Amatuerish, to say the least. Against her team, it was a death warrant. Approaching from the ground could possibly go unntoiced if that was the case. Few men, few weapons, disorganized, it was looking up. Once they got inside, there would be little in the way to actualy stop her friends and with such disorganization, picking them off bit by bit would be child's play. That left only a few things: the location of the slaves, which would be answered soon enough, the outer defenses, and the location of the cloaking device.
One question was answered and another could be guessed at enough. From what little she could see as they departed the ship was a pair of turrets guarding the door. The Weequay made mention that it was the only door in or out. That narrowed it down. Even with only a single door, it was possible that they still had defenses scattered about. But if there were only two turrets there, it was logical to assume that at most, there were two in each of the four directions. That made for a total of eight. Then for safe measures, add one to the top of the building, making the total nine. Double lasers by the look, though putting a quad cannon ontop would be better. However, this was based on the idea that the facility was out in the open. If it was built into a cliff or something, the need for outer defenses would be even less. But that wasn't a question she could answer, not without knowing where they were. Hopefully, when the team picked up her location, they could get a better picture of the terrain they were flying into.
All that was left was confirmation on that turret number if possible, and figuring out where the generator was to kill the cloaking device.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2019 17:28:10 GMT -8
Bo stood firm as Araali stepped up to him. As if that stare from her was enough to make him back down. She was a pretty, fiery little thing, but nothing more to him. He wasn’t expecting her to actually lash out, though. so when the splitting pain of her skull against his created colors in his vision, the one hue that remained at the end of it all was red. It was an invitation to the fight he was eager for. Araali stepped back; Bo stepped forward to further the challenge. Duk-Zokma, however, had other thoughts and pushed a hand against Bo's chest. If he hadn't, a fight very well could have ensued before Araali made her statement.
“Then you should understand that this organization you speak so highly of can only be accomplished if you report in when we ask," said Duk-Zokma, his attention firm on Araali. "We’ll stop sending Treddu with you when you can actually start following orders. Bo,” he then turned his attention from the Zeltron to the Nikto he held firmly back, “try to get ahold of the Domination. Now.”
Being the voice of reason was a role that Duk-Zokma was not a fan of becoming, but he knew the moment he left the main house to meet with Araali that this moment was going to come. In normal circumstances, he would have let the two of them duke it out and get out whatever frustration they harbored against the other. In this particular case, though, there were more driving matters that needed tending to. As he expected, Bo was none too pleased, and with a growl, he shoved the Weequay’s hand from his chest. However, instead of pursuing Araali further, Bo backed down for now and turned to head for the main house.
“You got it, bossman.” It was a grumbled reply, muffled by his back turned, but at least he heeded the command without much of a fight back this time. He couldn't help but call out over his shoulder, though, before committing to what was commanded. "I'll be back for you later, love."
With Bo out of reach, Duk-Zokma turned back to the other. “Happy?”
However, the sound of a blaster on the other side of the maintenance hangar was enough to tear Duk-Zokma’s attention clean away. With a scowl, he turned away from Araali and rushed off towards the sound. Whatever little snip of a comment she could make paled in comparison to whatever was developing on the other side.
There were only two men, two humans, who now watched over the batch of slaves that had been round up into the barracks like livestock. Both made their rounds, armed with a shock-whip and blaster which hung in holsters on their belts. There were hushed conversations among many, now that the doors were shut and the uncomfortable silence weighed down. For most, it was a discussion about what they were to do next. The warning had been issued, and none wanted to provoke their captors. Even the boy, once spirited and willing to fight, was left feeling hopeless and simply crumbled next to a cot.
However, in a matter of moments, the mumbled chatter extended past the slaves and towards the very ones who were supposed to be ever watchful over them. The static from the comlinks, hung on their belts, went off, drawing the attention of a few who were desperate for something to get their mind off of their circumstance. As if confidentiality wasn’t a concern for the band of slavers. That, or their fancy tech and gizmos came from somewhere or someone else and they were still picking up the slack as they went. No matter what could be deciphered or assumed, the radio chatter ensued without much secrecy.
I need another man to turret three, pronto ... You’re gonna have to make due for a moment. We already only have a single units on all four. Someone’s making rounds ... Well, send him here first ... No can do, three. Patience. Didn’t your mother ever teach you that it was a virtue? ... Yeah, right next to blastin’ first and asking questions later ... Which is why we’re a man down from yesterday, last I checked ... Actually, two men down now, thanks to the boss’ younger br-.
“To hell with these guys,” the one guard grumbled, shutting off the comlink to cease the pointless chatter from the turrets.
The other snickered and leaned in to whisper, “One of these days, they’ll get what’s coming to them.”
“Yeah…” he sighed. “I just don’t wanna be here when they do.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2019 11:11:29 GMT -8
Araali was waiting for Bo to make his move, knowing he wasn't one to take a single hit then back off, no matter how hard it was or how much a surprise it came. She was ready to throw him down into the ground many times over until the message came across if that's what it took. As the Nikto stepped up and began to close the distance between them, she readied herself as Duk-Zokma stepped in to stop Bo.
Letting her guard lower a bit, she only gave a nod before he took off at the sound of blaster fire. Her gaze followed him for a moment before she headed off to fulfill her other duties. She did, however, wonder what was going on with the Domination. For as much as a big deal she made it in regards to the situation, she began to wonder what was going on. Jos was, indeed, a loyal member of this organization and reported in without question on time. She gave him that much. So to go this long without word didn't sit well with her. The others might be brushing it off or irritated that it had gone this long without a report, but she worried that things had gone south in a hurry for them. There was no telling, though, until they could reach them.
Rika continued on with the slaves, moving on into the barracks that they were herded into. Finding a place against the wall, yet as close to the cage as she could, she crossed her arms and began to drown out everything around her that she could, focusing upon the smaller details, faint conversations, and other senses that surrounded her. From the slaves that had been here longer to the guards to even the patrols, everything carried information. It was just a matter of sorting out which was important for her task.
Her head turned slightly towards the guards as the radio began going off. Her eyes squinted a bit as she heard the chatter about the turrets. Fortunately for her, it gave her a total count for the anti-air weapons. Only four turrets, a thought that brought a faint smirk to her face. A measly defense, for sure. Clearly, this group hoped to use the cloak to stay hidden rather than worry about heavy fortifications. Her team would make short work of it. from the two Quad-laser turrets to the twin concussion missile launchers, then finally the custom added heavy laser cannons and ion cannon. If she couldn't figure out the location of the generator for the cloaking device, the ion cannon would be their trump card in bringing it down. Time would tell, though, if she found it out before her team arrived.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2019 16:11:13 GMT -8
As commanded by the boss, Bo attempted to make headway into reaching the Domination. All the while, he was grumbling about not getting a chance to step up to the fight that was quite literally slammed into him. It only made matters worse when he couldn’t actually get through to the Domination. He couldn’t give Araali that satisfaction or a chance to say ‘I told you so’. Even thinking that way caused a shudder down his spine. No, it couldn’t be that the Domination wasn’t reporting back. It had to be a completely different matter. A home matter. They needed more power directed to the communication center, so he could send out a stronger signal. Maybe. Yes. Bo wasn't exactly a genius when it came to these sorts of things, but it made sense to him. Anything was worth a shot so he didn't have to report in a failed attempt to reach the Domination. With his mind made up, Bo made his venture to attempt some tweaking of his own before he would try to reach out again.
<< What the hell, Akmerta?! >> Duk-Zokma nearly screamed as he grabbed his brother by the collar and pulled him back.
On the ground, one of his men grasped tight to the blaster wound in his shoulder and started his way back to his feet. There was a fire in his eyes, like he was ready to fight the man who assaulted him. However, when Akmerta regained his footing and faked a jump back to attack him, he immediately buckled under the fear of another assault.
“That’s I thought you worthless piece of-”
Duk-Zokma put a firm hand to shove his brother back again, forcing Akmerta’s threat to slide into a growl and nothing more. The older brother didn’t need to tell the unfortunate soul who reaped the wrath of his brother to find a medic. The moment he was able to lead Akmerta away from the situation, the man scurried off. Zeke had stood silent during the whole exchange, simply waiting until his time to step up to this new duty handed to him by the younger Weequay’s trigger-happy way of dealing with things. All was at least tended to, even if they were now another man down for the time being.
<< You can’t keep doing this, brother. >>
I’ll keep doing it so long as you continue allowing dead weight among us.
Duk-Zokma stopped in his tracks and gave a challenging stare at his younger brother. << Then stop adding to the dead weight and get back to your post. Your men have everything under control here. >>
“Hardly,” Akmerta released a low snarl but offered nothing more. He would listen to Duk-Zokma's command, if for one reason only. Redirecting his trajectory from the main house to the slave barracks, he headed off.
Duk-Zokma sighed and glanced about the compound. “Could anything else go wrong?” he asked quietly up the heavens, as if one of the gods would answer. With no response but the chatter that continuously happened all around him, Duk-Zokma headed back to the main house to see if Bo had made any headway with reaching the Domination. Needless to say, it came as a bit of a shock when he arrived, and Bo was nowhere to be found...
Within the Den, the door opened, a towering silhouette entering. Once it had stepped inside, his features were immediately recognizable to all the slaves. Akmerta made sure of it with his earlier display. However now, there were other men that followed him. As if this room couldn’t get any more packed after the newest batch of arrivals. Eventually, they would all dwindle down, though, and with it, their profits would continue to rise. Akmerta had plans to release some of the day’s stupidity on one of these poor souls they had rounded up. His dark eyes looked over the masses. There was the boy who had tried to stand up to him before. Then there was that woman who remained so much more collected than the rest of the lot. Breaking her would be exactly what he needed. There were so many choices now, and all of the new ones would certainly have more liveliness to them than the old leftovers that lingered. Before Akmerta could make his decision, though, the lights flickered, dissipating into darkness, and the constant low hum within the room fell to silence.
“Damn it,” Akmerta yelled out, as if whoever caused it could somehow hear him from there. Turning attention to his comlink, the Weequay sent out, Power’s out. What’s going on?
The two other men in the room activated their flashlights along with Akmerta to provide some illumination. They were either duly prepared or this had happened before. The lights were the least of their worries, though. No power meant no cloaking, which was the primary concern for any one of them who were smart. At this moment, they were pretty much vulnerable.
:: Bo decided to mess with the kriffin’ generator. We need Skal to the maintenance hangar as soon as he can get here to undo what that fool did. ::
It was like a practiced drill for Akmerta to head to the door. That, or it just confirmed that this had happened enough times before, that he was used to this same drill over and over again. It was usually pointless to try the door, and sure enough, this time was no different. They lost more than just cloaking. They were all pretty much stuck in there until they could figure out the issue with the generator issue. Or so he needed the slaves to think. None of the guards, including Akmerta, said anything, but one of them turned their flashlight off. The faint lighting that bounced around gave some view of the man slipping through a manual door at the back and into an assumed storage room. Keeping his free hand on his blaster, Akmerta scanned the group of slaves. One of his men headed over towards that storage room and stood guard. So long as Skal could get there and get this dealt with, and fast, this whole thing would blow over.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2019 9:24:37 GMT -8
With the tracking signal from Rika strong, Voron navigated the ship down towards the planet's terrain. They were getting close now. Soon, these slavers would find their deaths from their crimes against life. When they were ten clicks out, Voron took the ship down and landed in a small clearing. They had gotten close enough no that their scanners would be able to finish painting the picture they needed for their assault.
Powering down most of the systems, for now, the crew headed down a level to the common area to begin sorting out their plans. Kelam, having left before landing was already there with a holo display active showing the area Rika's tracker was coming from. Based on what they could see, there wasn't anything there. At first, they figured the base was underground, but the idea was quickly swept aside upon closer inspection of the signal as it was clearly above it.
As the other three continued to discuss the situation and on what they could possibly do, Kelam turned around and closed his eyes. Reaching out, he connected with Rika's mind. <<Rika, can you hear me?>>
Rika's head turned towards the door as it opened and the same man that had assaulted the boy came through with others on his heels. Though her composure remained calm, her eyes carried a ferocity about them at the very sight of the Weequay. There was little time for anything though as suddenly everything went dark. This caused her attention to shift upwards. Shortly after, flashlights began clicking on and questions were being fired across com devices. The moment she heard the word generator, her attention sharpened. It was the final piece she hoped to collect before Kelam's arrival. Unfortunately, there came no directions, other than it was in a shed. She did notice a door opening and closing, but couldn't truly guess if that was it or not. The only indication she had was the second guy moving to guard the door. It did little to help her in sorting out the rest of the knowledge she hoped to gain.
Suddenly, she heard a voice echoing inside her head. <<Rika, can you hear me?>> Giving a faint smirk, she opened her mind to Kelam so that they could fully communicate.
<<Yes.>> It was the only response she gave for the moment. She knew that she needed to wait so as to give him the exact knowledge he sough for instead of just rambling off anything and everything.
<<We've landed not far from your location. What have you found out?>>
<<As we suspected, this operation is far larger than we gave it credit for. The number of slaves here is ridiculous. But as for defenses, the biggest issue you face is the cloaking device keeping this place hidden. I know there is a generator nearby, but I cannot give you any more knowledge than that. However, the power currently went down, so it is possible that the cloaking device is down as well. Otherwise, I would suggest hitting the area I'm in with the ion cannon. Hitting it enough should be more than enough to take the grid down again. Their outer defenses consist of four turrets, double laser cannons if my eyes saw right when we were unloaded. However, I can't give you their location either. Hopefully, the ion cannon will help bring them down too before you wipe them out. As for ground forces, they're short-handed and unorganized. They have decent weapons, but there doesn't seem to be a lot or anything overly impressive. Bring everything down and even you should be able to invade and handle them.>>
<<Understood.>>
Ending his conversation with Rika, he turned back to the display as the three began discussing the sudden change that happened. At first, there had been nothing in the valley where Rika was located. Now the scans picked up a building. There was no telling how long the power would be down, but it was a fortunate turn of events on their timing. If anything, they could pinpoint the location of the turrets spread over the base. They found the two of them close together at what seemed to be a large hangar door. No doubt that was where the slaves were loaded and unloaded. It would also serve as their entry point. They were close, but patience had to be observed. The key to any good operation was proper planning. With Rika's knowledge coupled with their luck of scanning the base, they could create a solid plan, but it would take a little time to ensure all was ready.
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Post by Myrina Ildikó on Feb 4, 2019 7:44:43 GMT -8
**Zero ducked and covered as dust and debris from the explosions swept above and across the roof the building he was in. He felt the building sway and teeter dangerously and angrily to the explosives and tremors about. For a brief second, Zero got sick to his stomach with all the movement and hoped that perhaps he hadn't used too much explosives. Once the building started settling, he popped back up over the ledge of the roof and started scanning first for enemies and their locations. He didn't need to get all the kills, just the ones that mattered most, and so he skipped over the troops on the ground and the ones still presently dazed and confused. Achyan set his sights further up the buildings and started scanning other rooftops and spotted two more hostiles appearing on a nearby roof. They had not spotted him yet, and their error made it too late for them. Two quick sharp intakes of breath from Achyan and the bodies slumped to the floor. The dust and debris was still settling several stories below and with that Achyan could not yet see directly below him, but he could hear the firefight start to escalate. He heard the fire below and the sound of a large pole hitting the street. All steps carefully designed to get the hostiles moving in a single direction. Zero's comm though only crackled as a flying piece of debris had sliced the comm on his wrist, but Zero had yet to figure that out. All else was going according to plan to Achyan, and he was certain that soon this would all be over.** From above, the remainder of Myrina’s team rained blaster fire onto the smoke filled street; some hit their targets, some didn’t. The drug fuelled soldiers they had been targeting surged forward, pushing through exactly where they had been expected to go. Explosions from the warehouse and from the grenades they had planted along the route shook the buildings. Rina scanned the thickening black smoke to little avail. Naz, how many left? I can’t see shit!Naz’s com crackled, he could barely hear her. Rina?Na … Naz?Fuck sake! Naz cursed loudly. He hurried across the roof, tagging Zero and getting him to follow him.“Come on. I’m not sitting up here while all the fun is down there.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2019 3:40:23 GMT -8
It took several minutes before the power rushed throughout the compound once more. The lights flickered back to life, and the constant hum resumed, murmuring the buzzing heartbeat. It had only been minutes, but it was still minutes longer than the power should have been out in the first place. To Akmerta’s surprise, none of the slaves attempted to break during such an inconveniencing moment. A pity. This little group had no life, no perseverance to beat out of them.
From the same way he departed, the one assumed as Skal arrived shortly after the resurgence of power, and soon after him, Duk-Zokma burst his way through the ‘only entrance’ to and from this section of their base.
“I’m done with these games. Bo will be begging to rot in hell when I’m finished with him…”
“At least you’ve learned to make accommodations for his madness, boss,” replied Skal, motioning towards the door with a jerk of his chin.
Bellowing back with a sudden fury, Duk-Zokma yelled, “Enough!” He glanced over the slaves, as if looking for one in particular for the taking. A new, unsettling development became evidently clear in the process. “Akmerta!”
Akmerta heeded his brother’s call and stepped forward yet said nothing.
“It appears that the new batch is still missing a very important accessory…”
There was an underlying warning in otherwise collected and cool tones, but one that Akmerta could feel more clearly than his words. He nodded his head in understanding and agreement and turned to storm out of the Slave Den.
Once out of earshot, Akmerta grumbled under his breath, “It would have happened sooner, if you didn’t try to lead a band of idiots, brother…”
All Bo could think about as he skulked back to the main house was how he so desperately needed to avoid… well, just about everybody. Duk-Zukma would have his head for overloading the generator… again. Akmerta would surely blast a hole through him like he had done with so many others who pulled stunts like this. And Araali would…
Bo paused as a grin nothing short of wicked mischief split his face.
Perhaps he could happen to bump into her and finish what she started.
Akmerta returned with additional men, with the shock collars in hand. They were all eerily silent as they immediately got to work, doing what should’ve been taken care of the moment this bunch were unloaded from the Enslaver. As if to make another point to all those taken, Akmerta preyed upon the same boy who spoke out against him earlier. Grabbing him roughly by the arm with one hand, the Weequay was able to affix the collar around his neck with relative ease.
“What, got no fight left in ya?”
The lad refused to answer, but there was still some resilience left in him, only revealing itself as a cold stare of defiance. Akmerta’s demeanor shifted as he chucked. Without giving any sort of an explanation to him or the other slaves, the Weequay pulled out a switch and pressed the activator button. With a shrill cry, the boy fell to his knees and his hands reached instinctively towards the collar in a futile attempt to pry it off.
“When I ask you a question, you answer me, slave.” Turning his attention to those who witnessed the spectacle, Akmerta boomed with a cold and menacing amusement, “I warned all you not to make yourselves a target. You better be on your best behavior from here on out.”
The rest of his men went slave to slave, doing the same to all of them -- minus the shocking punishment. Those that tried to fight it in their newfound fear were quickly and easily subdued. However, it was Akmerta that had the pleasure of approaching Rika among the masses in his rounds. Instantly recognizing her as one of the 'different' and 'special' slaves he took notice of earlier -- the ones that would no doubt bring a hefty profit -- a toothy grin split across his face.
“Now the real fun begins…”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2019 17:08:16 GMT -8
Kelam and his team worked to map all they could for as long as the base remained within their sights. At most, all they had was two minutes, but it was enough as they watched it vanish from sensors once more. Letting off a faint growl that echoed within the minds of the other three, Kelam turned from the projection and began making his way back to the cockpit. <<The time has come. Let us bring this base to its knees.>>
Giving a nod, the team followed Kelam. As they ascended the ramp, the split and took their places: Voron at the controls and Bellek and Rodirc at the quad turret controls. With Rika gone, Kelam took a seat in her position as co-pilot. Voron couldn't help but turn his attention to the man.
"My lord? there is no need for you to take Rika's place. I can handle the ship well enough on my own."
Kelam's golden eyes shifted slightly to look at the Corellian with a sharp, focused stare. <<I need you to keep all your attention on flying the ship. This attack will need to be fast and accurate and I need Bellek and Rodirc on the turrets once the cloak comes down. As such, there is no other option but for me to manage the ion cannon. To do this right, we must act as one. Now get this bird in the air. We are going in low and fast.>>
Voron nodded as he powered up the ship. The growing hum of the engines could be heard as he pulled it off the ground. As he was aligning the ship with the valley leading to the base, Kelam activated the jammers so to keep their enemies as blind as possible. Something told him they would be expecting them and the approach they'd take anyway, but one could never have too many advantages. Clear of the trees, Voron put the hammer down on the throttle and fire blew out from the thrusters as the ship shot forward, picking up speed with every second.
Within a minute, the ship was lined up with the valley that Araali had utilized and came down it at amazing speed. They had enough knowledge to know when to pull up and how high they needed to be to avoid hitting anything despite not being able to see it. As they came in, Kelam activated the ion cannon as a section of the ventral side of the hull opened and dropped the ion turret. Though he had nothing to lock onto, his screen painted a clear enough picture to know when to begin firing. Only a few seconds more.
Opening his mind to Rika, he warned her of the coming attack. <<Be ready for the attack is beginning.>> It was only a second more as they cleared the canyon, entering the valley where the hidden base was, all the signal the man needed as he began unleashing shot after shot from the cannon.
Rika only watched from her spot as the lights suddenly came back on. She could only hope that Kelam and the others had been able to gather whatever knowledge they needed to make their assault. Her eyes glanced around as the brothers spoke and departed. It wasn't much longer before Akmerta returned and more men and what appeared to be collars. Not yet ready to reveal herself, all she could do was watch as the boy was targeted once more, shocked by the new collars that were being put in place. Disgust fell over her as Akmerta approached her with a collar. Still, she couldn't fight and tilted her head back slightly so that he could place it. She desired to put him in his place and make him pay for his actions thus far, especially when he finally spoke.
But then, a ray of light seemed to shine through as she heard Kelam's voice echo in her head. <<Be ready for the attack is beginning.>> Those words brought a smirk to her face at the unknown irony in the Weequay's words. Suddenly, her eyes became sharper as her gaze burned into the man.
"Quite right." It was all that she said to him as the shots from the ion cannon began to fall upon the base.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2019 9:15:35 GMT -8
Sneaking about to find Araali, Bo found his ventures fruitless as he skulked about outside. The roar of a nearby ship caught his attention, although at first he just ignored it. The power was up again, meaning so was the cloaking shield, so it would just pass overhead none-the-wiser that their little base was set up here. It was a short matter of time before he realized that the ship was speeding much too low and much too fast down the valley for comfort, though. With it, the realization that he may have compromised the base dawned on the Nikto with a chilling warning as the visible shots came careening towards the Slave Den.
“Aww, kriff…” he breathed before reaching for his commlink with a sudden panic. “I think we’ve got company, boss…”
Akmerta’s grin could only be revealed for a split moment once he forced the collar on Rika. It wasn’t even for a second to think that she would make an entertaining pet while she was here. Although she was quiet up until now, she had spunk on top of everything else she had going for her. However, he quickly found out that her amusing words weren’t empty...
The blast of the ion cannon sent a rumbling through the compound as electricity went haywire, creating a web of lightning within the ceiling and walls. Just as quickly as those lights had been restored, the Slave Den went dark yet again, this time creating more of a chaotic alarm among both the slaves and his men alike.
I think w- ... comp- ... boss...
Duk-Zokma growled under his breath. He didn’t need to hear the whole message to know what idiotic warning Bo was trying to issue moments too late. “You think?” he yelled back to Bo through the comm channel. “Who was in the main house?!” demanded Duk-Zokma. “Why wasn’t this picked up?!” Nothing but static resolved through the others’ commlinks. With a momentary rage, the Weequay beamed the technology into the wall, the sound of it shattering crashing in the darkness. “Akmerta,” he bellowed out, “get all of the slaves out and loaded up. Now.”
Grabbing Rika firmly by the upper arm and shoving her in front of him, Akmerta started as instructed. Unlike his men, he was keeping an oddly level head despite the darkness and shots that wreaked havoc upon the base. “What are you lot just standing around for?! Get those lights on and get moving…!”
The moment the power went out, Treddu rushed from the main house and immediately scrambled for the hanger. Communications were jammed, but he had a feeling that with all that went wrong today, his brothers weren’t going to play games and opt for a hasty retreat with the slaves they had just brought in. Saving their skins and the product in one fell swoop was the best course of action at this point, especially with the cloaking shield down. Then again, if they decided to continue the idiocy and remain, at least he could then make a hasty retreat of his own, yeah? Yeah...
With a growl of a sigh, Treddu stopped only briefly to pick up Zeke, who was ready to fight at the turrets. “Hey!” he yelled, climbing up to pull the human off the turret with a yank. “I need a copilot. We ain’t dying today.”
Zeke bellowed out a laugh. “That’s definitely an appropriate ending for today...”
He didn’t need anymore encouragement to follow the youngest of the Gru brothers. The rest of their men would stick around and fight and hopefully keep this attacker at bay. Having the chance to use his ‘jack of all trades’ card and copilot for Treddu made the most sense in the chaos of the day, especially if he valued his life. Without another word, the two rushed over towards the hangars, navigating quickly through the dark, and loaded up into the Enslaver. With Treddu firing up the engines and getting ready for a retreat, Zeke readied to initiate the cloaking shield over the ship for an immediate take off.
"So who do you think pissed off the gods this time?" quipped Zeke with an ill-placed amusement.
Treddu grumbled. “Like it matters. As long as Duk-Zokma knows that we need to get all of that product outta here…”
“...and if he doesn't?”
Dumbfounded, Treddu stared at Zeke. “Why the hell do you think I brought you here?" The Weequay leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. He'd give his brother a few minutes to organize the retreat here. No more. No less. "I told you... We ain't dying today...”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2019 7:09:22 GMT -8
It took no time for the ion shots to bring down the power and the cloak surrounding the base. Before long, it was in clear view to see, including laser turrets. As they finished their first pass, Vorron pulled up and out of the valley and brought the Chaotic Revelation around for another run down the valley and over the base. As they began their second attack run, Kelam continued to target the turrets and anything else that appeared to still be active as Vorron let the ship tilt to the side this go around, allowing for Bellek and Rodirc to use both quad laser turrets to fire down on the targeted weapons.
Rika's smirk widen at the revelation of two things. The first came from the assault her team was laying down upon the base. The second was the realization Akmerta gained from her words and smirk the moment it all happened. In the blink of an eye, the power was once again down, the lights following shortly after. She heard the words from Duk-Zokma about loading the slaves up, followed by his brother yanking her forward and ahead of him. However, she wasn't about to let the slavers have the chance to get them sent off out of the way. The moment she felt her body get yanked forward, she used the grip of his hand on her arm to pivot her around as she made a series of kicks at him: first at his knee, the second at his gut, and a third spin kick at his head. It might have been dark, but he gave more than enough indication of his location that she didn't need it.
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2019 9:54:23 GMT -8
Those stationed at the turrets continued their firing upon the enemy vessel that came screaming down the valley, firing shots of its own at them. With the cloak down, however, they were more like sitting ducks against their unexpected foe. Being exposed, it took only a matter of a few successful hits as the firing turrets diminished…
Akmerta had suspected this girl to be a fiery one, but the fight that she had in her was underestimated by the weequay. Within the darkness, each one of her attacks struck true, sending Akmerta down with a wail as her first kick to his knee found purchase… and unconscious to the ground before he even knew what hit him. What she might not have been expecting was the link that the brothers shared, and upon her first successful hit, Duk-Zokma rushed past the slaves, pushing several to the ground to reach his brother’s assailant. Before her final kick to Akmerta’s head could fully follow thru, the elder weequay was upon her, grappling her with a firm grip around her throat and lifting her up off the ground. The plan wasn’t to kill the thing, but to send her into the same state of darkness she left his brother in.
“Keep moving, you idjits…!” he commanded, sending a powerful hook with his free hand into Rika's temple, hoping to finish the job a tad faster than giving her the chance to struggle. Time was of the essence, after all...
“C’mon, man… let’s just save our skins and get out of here…?” begged Zeke, fidgeting anxiously in the co-pilot’s seat.
The rain of fire was still coming down strong all around them. Explosions resounded as successful shots took down bits and pieces of the base all around them from the outside, signaling their own impending doom if they weren't quick about this. There was no doubt in either Treddu's or Zeke’s mind that they needed to move, and fast, if they wanted to get out of there alive. Treddu, however, grinded his teeth together as he stared out thoughtfully, reacting an exasperated sigh from Zeke.
“One more minute… and we fly.”
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2019 12:27:34 GMT -8
As the Chaotic Revelation made a pass, the sensors showed that the base had taken enough damage that most of the systems had gone down, including all their defenses. The time was now to move into the second phase. Standing to his feet, Kelam began to head down towards the loading ramp, while calling back to Voron. <<Voron, make one more pass to ensure all is quiet, then bring her around to the main entrance. It's time to show these slavers the same pain they inflict upon the lives of others.>>
Voron only nodded as he finished the run and brought the ship around. As it made its final pass, any ship that had been prepped and ready to leave had its opening. Taking another couple minutes to finish the final run, they were able to verify that none of the main systems were functional and that they had rendered the base quiet. All that was left was to clear out the forces inside.
As Rika sought to bring the final kick to Akmerta's head, she was caught unaware as she was suddenly lifted into the air by her throat. Fighting to breathe, she began struggling, hoping to break his grip. However, Duk-Zokma wasn't about to let that happen as everything faded with a sharp pain against the side of her head. There was nothing left in her after that expect an unconscious woman in his hands.
Coming around in front of the main entrance, the Chaotic Revelation began landing as Kelam already had the boarding ramp lowered, allowing him to survey the scene around him. Already he could see what few troops there were at the entrance were starting to gather, be it to fight or hoping to get away. Whatever the case, it would be too late.
Leaping from the ramp before the ship fully descended, Kelam began walking his way towards the doors, his mind alert as he raised a barrier in front of him. Their shots would come, but they'd find him ready. As was his goal in any fight, he sought to intimidate his enemies.
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2019 19:34:16 GMT -8
With the girl now limp in his grasp, Duk-Zokma tossed her body aside like a ragdoll and turned his attention to his brother. If these were different circumstances, there was surely a joke or two to be had about how that tiny little thing managed to get the best of him. With no time to spare, though, the elder weequay wrapped the younger’s arm over his shoulders and hoisted him up to half-carry, half-drag him out of there.
“Get the girl, and keep moving,” he commanded.
One of the guards answered, slinging her over his shoulder before continuing the corral of slaves to the hangar as quickly as they could muster.
“About kriffin’ time, boss,” Zeke sighed to himself as the sight of both slaves and men came into view in a panicked rush.
It took a matter of half a minute for the slaves to get loaded up into their ship, although it felt like longer, but once Duk-Zokma waved the silent command, Treddu prepped the controls to prepare the ship for takeoff. Zeke followed suit, shutting up the boarding ramp and setting off the cloaking device. If they played their cards right, they might just be able to escape unnoticed by their assailants.
“And this is why we wait for the bossman…” Treddu said, attempting to laugh off his own nervousness.
By the time their vessel was rising from its place, Duk-Zokma had somehow gotten his half of the slaves loaded and ship fired up all the same, partially in part to Akmerta coming to. With all of the other slaves loaded up, they kept one in particular in bonds and surveillance within the bridge of the ship -- Rika. When she came to, there would be a world of fun just waiting for her while under their care. And if Duk-Zokma could, he would try to sell her off to the cruelest trader he knew in the business, whether it meant taking a lower profit for her or not.
...but first, they needed to get the kriff of this rock.
Following the lead of their youngest brother, the two weequay’s fired up the ship, engaged the cloaking device, and ascended away from the base and into orbit while praying to whatever gods might still be looking out for them that they could get by unnoticed. With so many credits of profit onboard, it was best to avoid a fight and leave it to those poor schmucks left behind to handle…
Bo had rushed into the hanger a few moments too late. Both ships were gone, leaving him and the rest of the men fighting this single menace without leadership.
“Aww, c’mon you kriffin’ cowards…!” he yelled out into the air. “It’s only one enemy shi-” Another round of fire reigned down upon the base, cutting off his statement. “Well, fine then! If the lot of you can flee…”
With a growl, the Nikto rushed towards one of the abandoned speeder bikes left within the hangar. Firing it up, Bo revved the engine and kicked it into gear with a startling jerk. He clearly hadn’t anymore time to waste in this hellhole. Speeding away from the hangar, Bo turned to the direction of the nearest town and accelerated the bike quickly as it could manage. However, an intriguing new figure stood directly before him as the enemy vessel came down upon the base. Sure enough, those unlucky enough to have been left behind -- and not know any better -- continued their defensive maneuvers and fired shots both upon the intruder and the ship he descended from.
With little other option unless he wanted to collide with the man, Bo redirected his path with enough prowess to speak of the many times he had unknowingly snuck out with a speeder. At that, he couldn’t help himself but reach for his own blaster and take a few shots at the intruder. The Nikto didn’t bother seeing if any hit their mark, though, and continued speeding away, leaving the rest these fools to fire away until one side won. As far as Bo was concerned, though, there wasn't anything left here fighting for.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2019 6:20:43 GMT -8
Kelam only smirked as the shots came, his barrier easily deflecting them with ease. With each strike, a surge of electricity shot across it, as if gaining power with each shot. As the speeder bike came racing towards him, he only lifted his gloved right hand. Shortly after the shots Bo fired, Kelam simply gave a swipe to his left as he unleashed a Force Push at the bike. Not enough to guarantee the bike to be slammed off into something, but most would be so caught off guard, it was nearly always an outcome. Yet, if he had any sense of control and calm, it was more than possible that the Nikto would somehow to manage to get away without much issue.
Not turning his head, he continued inward towards the main batch of soldiers still firing on him. Nothing seemed to get through. Though the barrage never stopped, those that remained started backing up in a panic, ignorantly drawing themselves closer together. This just made things easier for Kelam as he lifted himself off the ground a bit with Force Flight and let lightning surge into his barrier. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he rushed forward at great speed, plowing through the crowd before him, unleashing surges of lightning around him and into those around them. Drawing his lightsaber, he then turned back towards the group, igniting the crimson blade, cutting through anyone left moving. He held no mercy for any of those who played the slavers game. They were the worst scum and would be dealt with accordingly.
Once all at the entrance had been dealt with, he made his way further inside, the other three joining him. With each man that appeared, seeking to challenge the four, more death arrived. Before long they reached the area where the slaves were held, evident by the cages everywhere. However, there was no one around. Not a single slave and no sign of Rika. Reaching out his mind, he attempted to reach the girl but was unable to get in contact. The only thing he was certain of was that she was still alive.
As the three men moved around Kelam to look through the cages, Voron growled in frustration.
"Where the hell is everyone? Where is Rika? She said they were here and there were lots of them. How could they up and disappear like that?
Kelam then removed the tracker that was tuned to the device Rika held. Even hidden by a cloaked ship, her signal was strong. But it was clear that she was moving away at an incredible speed. Even if they ran back to the ship, chances were they'd be lost to hyperspace. But why run and with the slaves? Unless this wasn't their only base of operations. In which case, it was perhaps best that she was still taken away. It meant their mission was far from over. <<It seems the hunt is still on. Let's head back. There's more work to be done.>> The crew gave frustrated sighs and beat what they could find against the bars before returning to the ship to await further orders.
It pissed Araali off to no end, coming into the hangar and seeing her ship gone. She had worked to try and help with some of the defenses, but the moment the ship took them down, she was out. She ran full speed across the base in order to secure her exit. However, by the time she arrived, there was nothing left. In fact, she was just in time to see Bo make his exit on his bike. A coward through and through. She hoped she lived through this encounter long enough to find him again someday and end his pathetic existence herself.
Removing her gun, she began firing with the others, having no other options as this single man blocked her only path out. As he grew closer, she backed up a bit like the others but chose to stay closer to the side. This proved to be a boon to her as when Kelam surged past her, she was hit with some of the lightning, which put her on the ground but left her alive, with little in the way of injuries. She thought of getting back to her feet from behind some of the debris that fell around her, but the sound of a lightsaber made her stop. The sound of screams and death made her hold her breath. If she remained quiet and acted dead, perhaps they'd walk past her? This theory proved to be true as in time, everything became deathly silent before more activity could be heard further in the base.
Taking her chance, she forced herself to her feet and stumbled over to one of the speeder bikes. She was home free, she knew it. All she had to do was find Bo now and she could get on with her life. Firing up the speeder bike, she tore off in the same direction she saw the Nikto go.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2019 17:45:11 GMT -8
“Kriff…!”
The sudden Force Push sent the bike -- and Bo -- skidding across the terrain. As deftly as he could manage, he took control back over speeder and accelerated the hell out of there, not once looking back. There was a town nearby, the perfect place to lay low for a while until he could figure something else out. Everything he had been working towards was now breaking orbit, and these crazy loons who attacked them would probably chase them down. In a few hours, he could more than likely return, sort through the wreckage, and figure out what was left and what his next steps would be. Those cowards fled so quickly with the slaves, they more than likely loaded up without any of the spices. Their loss would be his gain. A pretty profit to get himself back on his feet. He just needed to make sure he was alive to do so.
Once the sounds of chaos and destruction faded, it was only a few more miles out before the town came into view. It was joyous, triumphant laugh, lost to the wind as Bo booked it towards one of the cantinas. One of the more well known ones around these parts, although that wasn’t saying much. Still, a drink was a drink, something the Nikto desperately needed to steady his nerves after that outbreak and betrayal. Screeching the speeder to a stop outside, he didn’t waste much of any time hopping off and entering the establishment until he was sure it was safe to return.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2019 5:34:45 GMT -8
She wasn't but twenty minutes behind the Nikto. Basing on the direction he had taken, it wasn't too difficult to determine exactly where Bo was heading. There was only one town nearby, anything else too far to try and make. That was unless he had back up plans involving them. Knowing the scum, Araali didn't doubt it. Still, her best chance was the nearby town. If he wasn't, she'd figure out what to do afterward.
Reaching the town, Araali brought her bike down to a crawl, looking everywhere for the Nikto or, at least, the bike he used. Hopefully, he didn't ditch it somewhere and run or something else. Every thought that ended without he beating him into a pulp made her growl with agitation. ~Calm down, Araali. No need to get your nerves worked up and wreck the bike. He's here somewhere. Patience.~ She told herself this over and over as she continued through the area, each bit of her search coming up with nothing.
It was near the end of her search that she saw the speeder bike like hers. What was considered one of the best cantinas the town had been the man's destination. She shook her head with an amused smirk. Of course, he would have headed straight for the bar. Guess he figured that since he got away, he was home free. She could only imagine the look upon his face when she walked in.
Parking the bike next to his, she dismounted and headed inside with a slow, casual step. As she passed through the doors, her eyes began scanning everywhere for Bo.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2019 12:14:46 GMT -8
By the time that Araali made it inside the bar, Bo had already gotten himself nice and settled in, three empty cups sitting off to the side of him with a fourth in his hands. Joking with other patrons and the bartender gathered round, he seemed to be sharing some story or another, probably making himself the hero of the story with the rest of the pirate gang needing to be saved in some fashion or another. One could only assume with the way that they jeered and laughed along.
Finishing off the newest of stories, Bo went in to take a deep swig of the liquor in his cup when all eyes turned to the red-skinned beauty that just entered the bar. Curious, Bo turned his gaze to see what the silent hubbub was about, and upon finding Araali, he spewed out the green liquid in both shock and amazement.
“Araali!” exclaimed Bo with a drunken laugh. “Well, I’ll be damned! You wised up and got outta there alive, too!”
The unfortunate soul next to Bo wasn’t too happy about the alcohol and spit that now drenched him, though, and shoved the Nikto from his seat. Stumbling against the planet’s gravity that now spun out of control, Bo barely regained his footing. However, his mood didn’t seem at all ruined. Instead, he only eyed his new friend with a mocking ‘watch-your-back’ type gesture as he filled the room with another one of his boisterous chuckles and slid back into his barstool.
“Bartender, put the next round on me, and make the lady’s extra strong.” He leaned in and whispered, rather loudly, so that his whispering really had no impact on keeping his words ‘secret’, “Them Zeltrons can drink you under the table, so you better watch yourselves, boys...!”
More annoying snickering to those who were sober, but to this drunken batch, they seemed to be having the time of their life. It was almost as if the earlier raid upon their compound never happened, the way that Bo was carrying about. Either way, he seemed completely ignorant of Araali’s motives for finding him. Currently, he felt no pain, and honestly, after these few glasses of ‘liquid courage’, she could have been the boss himself and he wouldn’t have cared one bit.
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