|
|
Post by Yurgo Besadii Orube [RETIRED] on Apr 28, 2020 0:15:51 GMT -8
An IG-class droid started questioning certain people where to find a man called Ghaz, that goes by the by-name of Scar in some circles. The droid's fuselage is painted purple and has emblazoned the Black Sun crest and that of a Hutt clan over the chest. The IG is pretty unrelenting about this task. However, considering how deadly it can be, it remains unmolested and the usually unruly scum inhabiting the town were pretty pleasing. The several blasters he carried were helpful easing up the conscience.
|
|
Scar
Member
Posts: 92 
Affiliation: Vazir of the Jinn Cabal
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Scar on May 1, 2020 15:42:17 GMT -8
An IG-class droid started questioning certain people where to find a man called Ghaz, that goes by the by-name of Scar in some circles. The droid's fuselage is painted purple and has emblazoned the Black Sun crest and that of a Hutt clan over the chest. The IG is pretty unrelenting about this task. However, considering how deadly it can be, it remains unmolested and the usually unruly scum inhabiting the town were pretty pleasing. The several blasters he carried were helpful easing up the conscience.
Ghaz found it curious that a droid model had come looking for him. Yet the emblems emblazoned upon the droid probably held the answers. The appearance of a Hutt sigil made the leader scoff beneath his mask. Then the slits of his mask looked up at the IG.You got a message for me, droid? |
|
|
|
Post by Yurgo Besadii Orube [RETIRED] on May 1, 2020 15:57:57 GMT -8
"Identity: confirmed. Jinn Caval: contacted. Mission: accomplished"
The droid extends a metallic hand, producing a holodisk from a pouch on his chest. The corpulent figure of a purple Hutt appears floating over the droid's claw. It was a holocall: the Hutt inspected his fellow crime lord for a moment, like seizing him up, before speaking.
"Lord Ghazzz"
He said, sabouring the name. The Hutt spoke a slightly accented basic, something very uncharacteristic for someone of his species.
"I've heard much of you, here and there..."
The tongue danced in the twisted mouth.
"I'm vigo Yurgo Bisadii Orube, lord of the Bisadii Clan. I believe we haven't met, yet, but we do have common acquaintances..."
The green eyes look at Ghaz's from behind the mask.
"Which is a shame. I wish to amend this. For we might have bussiness to conduct and a fruitful collaboration ahead"
|
|
Scar
Member
Posts: 92
Affiliation: Vazir of the Jinn Cabal
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Scar on May 3, 2020 21:48:43 GMT -8
A Hutt... thankfully the mask hid Ghaz's face, for it actually twitched at the sight of this purple slug. There was a reason why Ghaz located his organization on Tatooine and was now seeking a mobile shadowport. A means to keep away from the Hutts and the exploitation. With the shadowport, the Jinn Cabal could make its own prices and not have to be taxed or subjected to 'protection fees' from the Hutts. Still, this one, this Yurgo, had gone to a lot of trouble of seeking him out. For now, he would entertain this Hutt and see where things went.
I try to keep myself relatively under the radar. Helps prevent hunters and unwanted company...
His mask visibly glances at the IG model when the Cathar mentions the word hunter. Odd to use such a model for this communication. Then again, people tended to not mess with any IG model. The mask then turns back to focus upon Yurgo.
Odd that a Vigo wants to speak with me though and seek to conduct business. Figured we'd be well under the radar of the Black Suns and their lucrative operations in the galaxy. Would hardly consider us a worthy venture... unless this is a more personal business you speak of.
If that was true, it would make sense. Yurgo came for personal business with the Jinn Cabal. It didn't make sense for the Black Suns to come to do business with his minor organization. Slowly, Ghaz leans back into his seat.
What sort of dealings you wanna discuss, Hutt?
|
|
|
|
Post by Yurgo Besadii Orube [RETIRED] on May 10, 2020 16:07:36 GMT -8
A Hutt... thankfully the mask hid Ghaz's face, for it actually twitched at the sight of this purple slug. There was a reason why Ghaz located his organization on Tatooine and was now seeking a mobile shadowport. A means to keep away from the Hutts and the exploitation. With the shadowport, the Jinn Cabal could make its own prices and not have to be taxed or subjected to 'protection fees' from the Hutts. Still, this one, this Yurgo, had gone to a lot of trouble of seeking him out. For now, he would entertain this Hutt and see where things went.I try to keep myself relatively under the radar. Helps prevent hunters and unwanted company...His mask visibly glances at the IG model when the Cathar mentions the word hunter. Odd to use such a model for this communication. Then again, people tended to not mess with any IG model. The mask then turns back to focus upon Yurgo.Odd that a Vigo wants to speak with me though and seek to conduct business. Figured we'd be well under the radar of the Black Suns and their lucrative operations in the galaxy. Would hardly consider us a worthy venture... unless this is a more personal business you speak of.If that was true, it would make sense. Yurgo came for personal business with the Jinn Cabal. It didn't make sense for the Black Suns to come to do business with his minor organization. Slowly, Ghaz leans back into his seat.What sort of dealings you wanna discuss, Hutt?
Said the Hutt with a skewed smile. "A Providence dreadnought is in my possession; probably you know as much. In this past century I've grown... rather fond of the old Confederacy's assets and material: it's both easy to crew and cheap to mantain and, still, quite powerful"He raised a finger. "However, the relationships between Hutt clans are going through a... cold phase, strained, so to speak, at this very moment. Thus, I cannot risk directly purchasing military assets without arousing suspicions among my manycompetitors in the Cartel. Thusly, and as I know you usually conduct these kind of bussiness, I wish to 'outsource', so to speak, this... particular material and assets. I'm willing to buy at good price -in unrefined spice, not credits-, any valuable remnant of the droid army that you might find, including bodyguards, battledroids and starfighters"
The venomous green eyes stare at Scar's across the titillating holo-projected surface. "A gang war cannot be risked, neither I wish to endager profit by provoking my enemies into attacking me" |
|
Scar
Member
Posts: 92
Affiliation: Vazir of the Jinn Cabal
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Scar on Aug 24, 2020 14:37:54 GMT -8
"This is a delicate bussiness, Ghaz, something that motivated me to find a... third party"
Said the Hutt with a skewed smile. "A Providence dreadnought is in my possession; probably you know as much. In this past century I've grown... rather fond of the old Confederacy's assets and material: it's both easy to crew and cheap to mantain and, still, quite powerful"He raised a finger. "However, the relationships between Hutt clans are going through a... cold phase, strained, so to speak, at this very moment. Thus, I cannot risk directly purchasing military assets without arousing suspicions among my manycompetitors in the Cartel. Thusly, and as I know you usually conduct these kind of bussiness, I wish to 'outsource', so to speak, this... particular material and assets. I'm willing to buy at good price -in unrefined spice, not credits-, any valuable remnant of the droid army that you might find, including bodyguards, battledroids and starfighters"
The venomous green eyes stare at Scar's across the titillating holo-projected surface. "A gang war cannot be risked, neither I wish to endager profit by provoking my enemies into attacking me" |
|
|
|
Post by Yurgo Besadii Orube [RETIRED] on Aug 24, 2020 23:17:16 GMT -8
"This is a delicate bussiness, Ghaz, something that motivated me to find a... third party"
Said the Hutt with a skewed smile. "A Providence dreadnought is in my possession; probably you know as much. In this past century I've grown... rather fond of the old Confederacy's assets and material: it's both easy to crew and cheap to mantain and, still, quite powerful"He raised a finger. "However, the relationships between Hutt clans are going through a... cold phase, strained, so to speak, at this very moment. Thus, I cannot risk directly purchasing military assets without arousing suspicions among my manycompetitors in the Cartel. Thusly, and as I know you usually conduct these kind of bussiness, I wish to 'outsource', so to speak, this... particular material and assets. I'm willing to buy at good price -in unrefined spice, not credits-, any valuable remnant of the droid army that you might find, including bodyguards, battledroids and starfighters"
The venomous green eyes stare at Scar's across the titillating holo-projected surface. "A gang war cannot be risked, neither I wish to endager profit by provoking my enemies into attacking me" The Hutt stared at the masked individual for a second, looking at him from the top of his snail-like body. He had heard quite a few things about this one and it was proving to be quite accurate. "Yesss"He replied, slithering his tongue through the gaping mouth.
"I will buy whatever you find, after my own agents have inspected the merchandise and find it agreeable to buy. I wish all the gods in Nal Hutta to favour your enterprise, then, masked-one" |
|
Scar
Member
Posts: 92
Affiliation: Vazir of the Jinn Cabal
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Scar on Aug 25, 2020 7:08:31 GMT -8
The Hutt stared at the masked individual for a second, looking at him from the top of his snail-like body. He had heard quite a few things about this one and it was proving to be quite accurate. "Yesss"He replied, slithering his tongue through the gaping mouth.
"I will buy whatever you find, after my own agents have inspected the merchandise and find it agreeable to buy. I wish all the gods in Nal Hutta to favour your enterprise, then, masked-one" |
|
Prophet C'thyl
Quarren Dominion
Posts: 303
Affiliation: Quarren Dominion
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Prophet C'thyl on Dec 29, 2020 10:17:26 GMT -8
Having journeyed from the oceanic moon of Trask towards Tatooine, two Bantha-class Assault shuttles descended within one of Mos Eisley's larger spaceports. Under the thunderous noise of the massive shuttles, bystanding pit droids quickly searched cover until the crafts finally came to a halt.
After a while the soldiers aboard the vessel left the shuttle. Mercenaries, by the looks of it, Barabel and Quarren, even a few shady-looking Mon Calamari.
Dressed in dust coats, that covered most of their armour, these individuals eventually paid their prize towards the port owner for repairs and the parking of their ships, leaving some of their crew behind, before the majority of them would enter the streets of Mos Eisley.
|
|
Aria
Member
Posts: 28
Affiliation: None
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Aria on Dec 31, 2020 8:24:07 GMT -8
Aria had just finished up a few drinks in the cantina. The alcohol starting to hit her now as she lost her footing for a brief moment. Catching herself on a wall, she took a deep breath and shook off the random gitters in her spine. Booze normally didn't hit her this hard, though she did ask for the strongest thing on tap. After regaining her footing she walked into one of the smaller landing bays where her Porax 38 was waiting patiently for her.
As she approached it, a few maintenance Droid staggered towards her.
"Get away from my ship you mechanical leaches"
She spat the words out before leaning up against the port side engine pontoon. Her eyes closed as her back slowly slid down the ship until she landed on the ground. Her knees pulled somewhat close up to her chest making a perfect rest for her arms and head.
Large shadows and a rumble overhead made her 2 seconds of a nap short. She raised her head slowly, glaring at the shuttles flying overhead. She snarled then pulled her data pad... checking it again but still no response.
"Ugh... the hell am I even doing contracting mandos to do things for me. Unreliable dugs.."
She spoke to herself then looked over at one of the maintenance Droids. Her ship did need some work.
"Hey you, hand me that tool box"
she said after standing and dusting herself off. The Droid cooperating, placing it just at her feet. She grabbed a few tools and popped open a maintenance panel on the engine. Pulling some wires and getting to work. Hoping she might get some kind of response. Really she didn't have much else or anywhere to go at this point.
|
|
Prophet C'thyl
Quarren Dominion
Posts: 303
Affiliation: Quarren Dominion
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Prophet C'thyl on Dec 31, 2020 11:29:21 GMT -8
The remaining crew of the Bantha-class shuttles within the shuttle port was so far standing vigilant outside, two guards within their weathered coats on each of the shuttle flanked the entrances after a while, most of them wearing black helmets. Although they had more the appearence of mercenaries like their previous crewmates, who left the vessel, they seemed to be well equipped on close inspection. Like typical for Mon Calamari forces, the shuttle guards wielded a spear blaster, making them look quite imposing.
From one of the shuttles though a slight presence within the force could be detected upon closer inspection. Someone - or something- seemed to be there on board, that emitted a slight scent of the dark side, a cold, yet calculating aura.
|
|
Aria
Member
Posts: 28
Affiliation: None
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Aria on Dec 31, 2020 12:02:46 GMT -8
Arias grip on her wrench slipped. Her hand slamming into a conduit. Profanities spewed out of her mouth as the maintenance droids look onward at her. Clearly the alcohol had gotten to her system enough that even some of the more simple mechanical tasks were testing her cognitive abilities. The droids gaze angered her even more. She glared at one of them, drawing her hand up and force crushing the droids optical lense. Sparks flew and the droid scattered about. Her gaze hit the other droids.
"You're all next. Now go pester someone else!"
What kind of hole was she in. Once royalty... once worshiped like a God, now stuck on a desert planet arguing with droids. She sighed and wiped the sweat off her forehead before going back to work on her ship.
Something odd though. The presence of the darkside. She paused a moment to clear her senses. Yep, someone, something else was there and the darkness was with them. Comforting in a way as she felt it, yet cautious as well. Her own darkness know to flood rooms and cast fear might be felt, though some would say now the stench of alcohol for exceeds her once menacing aura.
"Well... thats interesting..."
She thought to herself as she glanced around her. Maybe it was from the shuttle that had flown overhead. Her part of the hangar largely unoccupied aside from the useless droids. She remained on alert now, but focused more on her ship, turning bolts and soldering wires.
|
|
Prophet C'thyl
Quarren Dominion
Posts: 303
Affiliation: Quarren Dominion
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Prophet C'thyl on Dec 31, 2020 12:27:54 GMT -8
Some time passed by as nothing seemed to happen, while the two shuttles remained where they were.
Eventually though the ramp opened after a while once more, as two additional guards left one of the shuttles - this time accompanied by a robed woman, whose ornamented dress alongside her raven hair and pale skin sticked out the most from the distance.
She was unlike her guards at least dressed more properly for the heat of the desert world.
When the unknown person, who presumably owned the two shuttles, came closer towards the hangar with the Porax-38, there were two things, that were remarkable. For one, the shoulderpad of one of the guards was revealed briefly by one of the guard dustcoats moving over the shoulder, showing a white tentacled circle on a pitch-black armour, which seemed to resemble some sort of society logo,
while the second notable thing were the eyes of the woman. A slight tint of yellow iris revealed the true nature of the Sorceress to anyone, who was aware of certain force user groups and how they could sometimes be identified.
"Need any help?", the woman asked Aria after a while, seemingly curious although the stern look on her face was more neutral than friendly.
It was obvious that it was only smalltalk and not necessarily kindness that brought her and her guards here. If they had searched after Aria specifically they probably would have approached her earlier on with the full squad of soldiers. Yet, there was interest in her apparently.
|
|
Aria
Member
Posts: 28
Affiliation: None
Traffic Light: Green
|
Mos Eisley
Dec 31, 2020 13:05:41 GMT -8
via mobile
Post by Aria on Dec 31, 2020 13:05:41 GMT -8
The darkness was closing in, though her senses were clouded by her frustration. The approaching woman's voice startled her, causing Aria to drop her wrench.
"DAMMIT!"
she exclaimed. Her hand slapping to her forehead. She turned around, visibly frustrated and slightly intoxicated. Her yellow eyes catching the bottom of the unknown sith woman's robes. Arias eyes shifting upwards to meet the woman's face now.
She head the woman but had already forgotten the question.
"I'm sorry what?"
Aria glanced at the guards of this mysterious darkness that had approached her. Unfamiliar with the insignia though she made a mental note of it. She too had an insigna. That of her fathers house on a pendant around her neck. An old empire now extinguished from existence. A once proud dynasty that would be her legacy now just a symbol around her neck. A trinket...
"Do I know you?"
For all she knew maybe she had more to drink than she thought and had made some friends that she couldn't remember. Her eyes closes and she sighed. This isn't how she was just to interacting and was slightly embarrassed.
|
|
Prophet C'thyl
Quarren Dominion
Posts: 303
Affiliation: Quarren Dominion
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Prophet C'thyl on Dec 31, 2020 14:18:52 GMT -8
"Not that I would be aware of it", the Sorceress stated somewhat amused by the reaction she recieved, "but you can refer to me as Levana Sionis. Or if you want to stay formal, call me Magistra Sionis, for the Prophet has bestowed that honor upon me."
She made a brief pause before she continiued on. So far the situation was calm as none of the guards made any hostile movements.
"I offered my help towards you, given that I just saw, that you might be in need of it", she then stated, pointing towards her starfighter, "I sensed a strong presence within the force nearby, as otherwise I wouldn't have bothered to check, but perhaps this was fate after all..."
Levana folded her hands diplomatic, somewhat thoughtful about the situation. So far her actions weren't aggressive or in any way threatening, indicating that she prefered words over rash actions. Given her hints, she seemed to serve someone higher, someone perhaps more powerful than she was.
|
|
Aria
Member
Posts: 28
Affiliation: None
Traffic Light: Green
|
Mos Eisley
Dec 31, 2020 14:44:05 GMT -8
via mobile
Post by Aria on Dec 31, 2020 14:44:05 GMT -8
"The prophet"
She muttered in slight confusion under her breath, though everything confused her at the moment. Catching herself and standing up a little straighter and shaking the impending hangover from her face.
"Empress Dart..Ti... oh who am I kidding it doesn't matter. I'm not much for the formalities anymore. Aria... Aria Theron. It's umm..it's nice nice to meet you Levana."
She was beginning to relax now. The force had a way of brining people together. There was civility amongst Sith. A rare moment, but right now she needed some civil discourse for once. She looked back at her ship, now recalling the initial question being reaffirmed.
"Oh... um yeah. I was sopposed to meet someone here. Figured trying and do a few repairs on the ol' girl while I wait. Bit difficult when you've had a bit much to drink at the cantina."
She shrugged. Stepping back over to where she had dropped the wrench, leaning over to pick it up. She looked over at the more noble of the two with slight curiosity.
"Prophet... a sith lord? I presume...."
She righted herself, tossing a strand of her platinum hair from her face before setting the wrench with some of the other tools. Figuring this might be a good chance to take a break. She grabbed a glass of water, taking a swig of it in hopes it might get some of the horrid aftertaste out of her mouth.
"I like to think I'm familiar with most of the Sith lords out there. You got me on this one though."
|
|
Prophet C'thyl
Quarren Dominion
Posts: 303
Affiliation: Quarren Dominion
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Prophet C'thyl on Dec 31, 2020 15:24:21 GMT -8
Levana listened politely towards the Sith Lady, who was so far under the impression, that she was a Sith as well.
To some portion... perhaps.
Yet the confusion was understandable. It was in the end complicated, thus she decided to do some explanation.
"Neither me nor my master are technically Sith", she eventually clarified once Aria had made her assumptions, "But we do follow teachings, not unfamiliar to the ones of the Sith. I'm a Sorceress of Dac, following the teachings of the Rhandite order. Unlike most of the Sith we do not strife for personal power or personal possessions nor follow any apprentice rules. For in the end destruction will consume all within the galaxy."
Briefly it seemed for Levana as if her words might cause any tension, thus she continiued on.
"But not for the moment, so do not worry, that I came here to start a religious debate, Lady Aria. As long as the Sith nor their factions bother us, we continiue our work and they continiue their's. For we share within the Light a common enemy after all."
To some point Levana wondered whether she should inquire more on Aria's first-mentioned title, but decided to leave it for a later point within the conversation. Perhaps she would also wonder what her buiseness was here on this world, therefore there was no need to make haste within the conversation after all.
|
|
Aria
Member
Posts: 28
Affiliation: None
Traffic Light: Green
|
Mos Eisley
Dec 31, 2020 17:16:55 GMT -8
via mobile
Post by Aria on Dec 31, 2020 17:16:55 GMT -8
Aria chuckled. Not in disrespect, but the idea of the doom that will eventually consume everyone.
"Don't worry, you haven't scared me. If anything sends me to my death it will be my own stupidity and ill be on a fast track long before the rest of the galaxy crumbles."
She leaned back against her ship in a casual pose and took another sip from her water. Her borderline hangover subsiding for the moment. Her tone taking on a more sober and serious, yet approachable sound.
"It seems the force really is diverse in its practices these days. Sith, Jedi and everything in-between. We could do with a few less Jedi around, though my days of actively hunting them are long gone. Seems more these days im protecting myself from other Sith more than I am Jedi"
She shook her head in disappointment before changing the subject.
"So what bought you out to this rock anyways? Surely it wasn't me... unless your master has one heck of a sense of humor."
She said grinning, taking yet another sio of water. If seems she couldn't get enough of it right now.
|
|
Prophet C'thyl
Quarren Dominion
Posts: 303
Affiliation: Quarren Dominion
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Prophet C'thyl on Dec 31, 2020 17:41:45 GMT -8
Levana replied the amused smile, though briefly.
"Oh, it might be that he has forseen it, for he forsees many things as the herald of the Gods", she remarked solely, before explaining further, "You see, within our order, most of us are tasked with a purpose, that brings the Quarren Dominion further towards the final goal. I was chosen by Triarch C'Thyl to oversee our own slave operations... for an empire must be maintained after all."
While the guards stood motionless next to her, hounds, that solely valued the coin they were given, Levana wondered whether Aria would feel disgusted by these practices or not. Most of the current Sith orders she knew simply utilized their servants as nothing more than workforce, yet given her attitude the sorceress wondered how far a most likely noble lady like Aria would go to pursue her own agendas, whatever they might be.
"However, I'm at the same time as a Magistra also a teacher... for I outsource the younger inviduals, capable of wielding the force to teach them the ways of our order. The old ways and traditions of the Rhandite, the teachings of the Outer Gods.
That is why I am here. To maintain the realm, that will one day conquer the stars... and devour everything."
Levana made clear, that she was working for someone far greater, a nation, that was spanning over several systems. A merciless Dominion, expanding themselves already within the galaxy, even here on a forlorn, forsaken place like Tatooine. The soldiers and mercenaries, which came with Levana were slave hunters, a military paid to continiue traditions conducted during the times of the Galactic Empire, while she herself was one of the many-faced brains, that ensured that both their nation and their order would be growing.
And at the same time, she admitted, that the Dominion was indeed searching for other force users to recruit them.
|
|
Aria
Member
Posts: 28
Affiliation: None
Traffic Light: Green
|
Mos Eisley
Dec 31, 2020 19:02:26 GMT -8
via mobile
Post by Aria on Dec 31, 2020 19:02:26 GMT -8
She listened. While not familiar with this order she understood well what it took to run an empire. Even better how to destroy them.
"So you're a slaver... pardon the simplification"
Her head bounced in that sort of inquisitive yet approving manner.
"Out exploring to build the backbone of your order. Yeah this is a good place to do it. I'd imagine some might even go willingly if it meant a trip off this rock... or the power of darkness compelling them."
She grinned. It was obvious now that slavery or the concept of it didn't bother her in the slightest. Her tone changed a bit though. A subtle pause.
"Dont rely too much on them though. A million slaves is no match for a foolish ruler. It only takes one to destroy what generations have built. A misplaced trust can and will destroy everything.
|
|
![Yurgo Besadii Orube [RETIRED] Avatar](http://storage.proboards.com/3615323/avatar/raVIEoOfJJaVyi0fmCey.png)
