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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Mar 10, 2014 9:34:01 GMT -8
-Bateman- "So, How would Mr Arkan like to take from the hutts what they can not protect?"
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Post by Atia on Mar 10, 2014 10:03:16 GMT -8
Bateman snickered with narcissism and simply said it out loud what someone else would whisper.
-Bateman-
"All of them."
He waited for the reaction, the reaction would decide where this discussion goes from here.
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Post by Nysste on Mar 10, 2014 10:59:57 GMT -8
-1- "I checked your sponge for poison needles and your hygiene products for acid." One could get pretty paranoid while under the protection of a banshee. Especially if she grins deviously like One.-1- "same for the towels." She turned stern again, grin forgotten.-1- "The troops assemble at eight standard, so we have a hour to get ready. You will get your report on ship status on the bridge at Eight fourty Five, we have preserved an air corridor at Nine to lift. We should be out of system by nine fifteen." *Nysste only nodded at One and bowed her head to the Twi'lek slave. She had to give One some respect after standing up to her in regards of the people she truly served and their rules. Plus, Nysste saw the look in One's eyes. A look that told her there was something she should fear about this place. She didn't know what, and she could care less about such a thing for the moment as she grabbed her clothes and made her way to the bathroom. She drew up the shower with scolding hot water and sighed as she stepped in after having taking off her undergarments. The hot water bounced off her back and the scars that were imprinted upon it. She admired her own beauty as she washed herself, sometimes going down the lines of a tribal tatto that went all across her right arm. It only took her a few minutes afterwards to clean up and put back on all her clothes. Once she entered back into the main area of the suite, Nysste fixed her robe, forcing it upon both her shoulders as she looked at 1.* "So... I assume you've heard many speeches from others in your time. Tell me, what advice can you send my way... so that I don't make myself look weak or foolish?" *Nysste truly had no idea what she wanted to sya if she had to. It probably wasn't necassary, but she wanted to make sure she would know what to say... if she had no choice in the matter.* |
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Mar 10, 2014 18:11:00 GMT -8
Bateman snickered with narcissism and simply said it out loud what someone else would whisper.-Bateman- "All of them." He waited for the reaction, the reaction would decide where this discussion goes from here.
"Ok, I'll be a bit more specific, which one first!?" |
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Post by Atia on Mar 10, 2014 19:40:35 GMT -8
*Nysste only nodded at One and bowed her head to the Twi'lek slave. She had to give One some respect after standing up to her in regards of the people she truly served and their rules. Plus, Nysste saw the look in One's eyes. A look that told her there was something she should fear about this place. She didn't know what, and she could care less about such a thing for the moment as she grabbed her clothes and made her way to the bathroom. She drew up the shower with scolding hot water and sighed as she stepped in after having taking off her undergarments. The hot water bounced off her back and the scars that were imprinted upon it. She admired her own beauty as she washed herself, sometimes going down the lines of a tribal tatto that went all across her right arm. It only took her a few minutes afterwards to clean up and put back on all her clothes. Once she entered back into the main area of the suite, Nysste fixed her robe, forcing it upon both her shoulders as she looked at 1.* "So... I assume you've heard many speeches from others in your time. Tell me, what advice can you send my way... so that I don't make myself look weak or foolish?" *Nysste truly had no idea what she wanted to sya if she had to. It probably wasn't necassary, but she wanted to make sure she would know what to say... if she had no choice in the matter.* -One- "None what so ever. Slaves do not need incentive to do a task. We have to." The slave sat where she was before Nysste went to the refresher. One noted Nysstes question and will put it in her report to Bateman when she will get a chance to send it. Then, she answered to the best of her ability.-One- "The Gamoreans would follow you even if you spoke of bunnies and rainbows. It is the slavers and the crew you need to convince. You will have to convince them of a goal they need to reach, your goal. If they do not believe in what they are doing, they wont do it well. You will also have to introduce yourself, and let them know your previous victories, so you gain trust. Trust is most important. Build a leash of trust and determination, and hide the whip for times when it is needed. Ask yourself the questions you would want to hear the answers to. Who are you? What is your goal? Why should they follow you? What do you expect of them? What can they expect of you?" Vaulkhar raised his right eyebrow high on his forehead as he finished his latest sip of rum. By now the other four pirates were well stuck into their own glasses of rum, and very good it was too. He seemed awfully calm for someone who had just been told he was about to piss off a great many powerful beings. It was something he had been getting used to since Arkan first began wresting control from his brother, Sorak.
"Ok, I'll be a bit more specific, which one first!?" They were intrested, and not repelled by the idea. Good. He went deeper with what he had in mind. -Bateman- "No specific ones. We are going to hit money institutions on Nal Hutta, surprise stile. Then, we will spread out the fact that the Hutts are broke. Their hired goons will soon depart, because we will also make hutt space dangerous. Within six standard months, Hutt Space should be rendered in chaos, trade stopped, or minimal because it is too dangerous. The most and wealthiest loot will be captured under these six months, and we will be there to do it." Bateman didnt add, that at that point financial colapse would hit the hutts, and they would pay their mothers for anyone who would safely take their merchandice where it could be turned into cash. Anyone. Painfully expensively. And that is where Juvex Import Exports will come in to help, like a knight on a white horse.
-Bateman- "Of course, some recon work will be needed because the Nal Hutta operation will have to be surgical, and there is plenty of danger involved. Huge profit margins on the other hand." |
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Mar 11, 2014 17:40:35 GMT -8
They were intrested, and not repelled by the idea. Good. He went deeper with what he had in mind. -Bateman- "No specific ones. We are going to hit money institutions on Nal Hutta, surprise stile. Then, we will spread out the fact that the Hutts are broke. Their hired goons will soon depart, because we will also make hutt space dangerous. Within six standard months, Hutt Space should be rendered in chaos, trade stopped, or minimal because it is too dangerous. The most and wealthiest loot will be captured under these six months, and we will be there to do it." Bateman didnt add, that at that point financial colapse would hit the hutts, and they would pay their mothers for anyone who would safely take their merchandice where it could be turned into cash. Anyone. Painfully expensively. And that is where Juvex Import Exports will come in to help, like a knight on a white horse.
-Bateman- "Of course, some recon work will be needed because the Nal Hutta operation will have to be surgical, and there is plenty of danger involved. Huge profit margins on the other hand."
"I assume you have the recon job in mind for us? The rest of the plan will take a lot more man power and co-ordination." |
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Post by Atia on Mar 12, 2014 7:41:11 GMT -8
-Bateman-
"Yes. Seeing as your previous job with us was wery fruitfull, we decided that you would go down and check Nal Hutta out. Your job will be to locate the five largest banks and value cashes. Your payment for this will be the fact that you will be able to choose the biggest one to hit. When the strike comes, you wont be alone."
Bateman didnt want to say more about that. If the Bloodrage Pirates decided to seek favor with the Hutts they could sell this information for a hefty sum and screw Juvex Import Exports over bigtime. But if the Pirates didnt know what kind of hardware was behind The Company, they wouldnt feel as safe to double cross them.
-Bateman-
"We will have minor fleet support in the area, if you happen to need help to escape. Get the fattest banks, and there will be a bonus in for you."
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Mar 12, 2014 8:00:14 GMT -8
Hitting the Hutt's banks right under their nose was a very risky move indeed. Bateman's entire plan hinged on getting away with the money. However, Vaulkhar had already come up with a plan for the heists, the moment came to him when the businessman mentioned fleet support. He too had his own support, the Ardent-class Frigate in orbit was able to support his team.
"So you'll be sending in teams to hit the other banks based on our intel? Are you sure that just 5 banks will be enough to cripple the Hutts?"
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Post by Atia on Mar 12, 2014 8:11:26 GMT -8
With the amount of Assault Concussion Warheads bateman intends to fall on Nal Hutta, yes, hitting five banks will be enough. The rest of them will be emptied to rebuild the planets infrastructure. That will need a lot of resources from off world, witch will start trade for nal Hutta, and even more profitable hits untill the hutts come asking Juvex for help.
Millions might die and get homeless, but billions of credits will be made.
-Bateman-
"Yes. It will be."
The old man grinned.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Mar 12, 2014 8:27:08 GMT -8
Vaulkhar liked the sound of that. Look around 5 banks, hit one, run off to reap even more profit. Arkan would be pleased.
"Well then, we better get started."
The Executioner stood and finished his glass of rum, excellent rum it was too, which reminded him.
"What brand of rum is this? I will have to get a few barrels!"
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Post by Atia on Mar 12, 2014 8:44:01 GMT -8
Batemans grin turned into a smile when he got an idea.
-Bateman-
"If you give me a week or so, I can relabel them and make it as a personal gift to your captain. It will be called Captain Arkans. I could have one of my companies start it out as a label. Untill then, I will get a couple cases loaded on your shuttle."
He stood up, and shook the pirates hand.
-Bateman-
"Take Three too. As a gift to you personally, for a deal well struck."
The Twilek behind the counter looked up with suprise, but did not call out in resistance to this decision. She knew very well where Bateman got his orders.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Mar 12, 2014 9:12:01 GMT -8
A rum named after the Captain, he'd probably like the idea. Reputation was a lot for a pirate and having an excellent rum distributed around the galaxy with his name? That'd do just nicely.
"I'm sure the Captain would approve, go ahead with the re-naming and accept our great thanks."
Vaulkhar had never owned a slave himself but was not someone to turn down a new thing, especially a gift given during a negotiation. Many customs around the galaxy took the refusal of a gift as a great insult, plus he was a pirate and this was something for nothing.
"Thank you again for yet another gift, I have no gift for you except the inevitable downfall of the Hutts. Come on lads, lets get cracking!"
Vaulkhar began to walk towards the door, not too quickly that Bateman couldn't reply if he wished. He also took a long, hard look at Three, now his property. Would she be trouble for him, or not? Only time, and a few beatings would tell!
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Post by Atia on Mar 12, 2014 9:37:54 GMT -8
Bateman simply nodded and looked back over Three as she was still standing behind the counter.
-Bateman-
"Come on girl, move it."
-Three-
"Yes Mr Bateman."
With that, the woman ran after the pirates. Bateman himself sent orders to deliver crates of rum and a "Banshee packadge" to the shuttle of the BloodRage Pirates just as the red twilek stepped out from the kitchen out back. She had heard the entire conversation, but now that the pirates are gone, she emerged.
-Gaia-
"Was it wise, sending Three?"
-Bateman-
"You always asked me where the gamorreans came from. These guys. They can do exceptional work, but Bates lost them after that. I do not intend to loose them again."
The red Twilek slave simply nodded and went to do whatever the Forewoman of the Crucible does when she is not in the Crucible.
Three hurried after the pirates to catch up. She followed in silence, trying to fish for some kind of reaction for her presence. She didnt know these people, and she didnt know how to push these guys buttons with profit. Yet.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Mar 12, 2014 9:48:54 GMT -8
The team left the bar quickly, though not very quickly as two of them had had more than a little rum. Vaulkhar remembered his way back to the landing platform and walked up the ramp, waiting for his team to follow. They did and filed into the ship before the new addition, the Twi'lek slave. As she approached Vaulkhar barred her way into the ship with his left arm, his right gripping his blaster tightly.
"I don't want to have to keep calling you 'Three' all the time, do you have a proper name?"
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Post by Atia on Mar 12, 2014 9:57:57 GMT -8
she stood without voice for several seconds just watching Vaulkhar and the others. She noted the executioners tense grip on the blaster, and decided to make a joke of it.
-Three-
"Are you the guy whos jaw I have to break to be let onboard, or is it one of the other ones? Sir?"
She grinned, her hands were not on the weapons though. it was on her beltbuckle.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Mar 12, 2014 10:11:11 GMT -8
Vaulkhar laughed heartily for three seconds before breaking his facial expression to an intense glower aimed directly at the impudent Twi'lek.
"Three it is then!"
His left hand moved swiftly from the door into a curling punch aimed at the Twi'lek's right lekku. The Echani had been informed that these were rather tender at the top near the heads. At the same time he thrust the butt of his blaster into the stomach of the slave. With all the attention being drawn by his left hand he hoped to wind his newest possession. The slave was forced back and Vaulkhar quickly turned and entered the ship.
"Hurry up and get inside, Three!"
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Post by Atia on Mar 12, 2014 10:21:58 GMT -8
Three didnt need an Echani to tell her what parts of her body hurt more. She nearly pressed the button on her belt buckle but decided to take it. She moved her head in just the right angle to get the hit on the forehead instead of the stem of the Lekku. The Blaster in the stomack came right after, and she didnt move to hit it away neither. This was now her supposed Master. If he wishes to beat her, it was his right.
Untill of course, that right was revoked, or it happens he never had that right.
She fell to her knees silent. Not a decibel left her mouth. She got up on steady feet with an orange spot where she was struck on the head, already swelling. She didnt show resentment, nor anger, only nodded.
-Three-
"Yes sir."
And hurried up, to get inside. Right then and there she decided not to break anyones jaw. She would remove someones teeth instead.
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Post by Nysste on Mar 15, 2014 9:36:23 GMT -8
-One- "None what so ever. Slaves do not need incentive to do a task. We have to." The slave sat where she was before Nysste went to the refresher. One noted Nysstes question and will put it in her report to Bateman when she will get a chance to send it. Then, she answered to the best of her ability.-One- "The Gamoreans would follow you even if you spoke of bunnies and rainbows. It is the slavers and the crew you need to convince. You will have to convince them of a goal they need to reach, your goal. If they do not believe in what they are doing, they wont do it well. You will also have to introduce yourself, and let them know your previous victories, so you gain trust. Trust is most important. Build a leash of trust and determination, and hide the whip for times when it is needed. Ask yourself the questions you would want to hear the answers to. Who are you? What is your goal? Why should they follow you? What do you expect of them? What can they expect of you?" *Nysste nodded her head at one and listened intently. This Twi'lek was smart, and she was definitively too smart to be a simple slave girl. But Nysste couldn't be bothered with those thoughts as she decided to make up the speech within her mind of what One had given her. The speech would take a little time to make, but her she was smart enough to remember every word off the top of her head... at least every word that she spoke. The fact that she didn't have to convince Gamoreans made her a little happier though. They were basic brutes any way. All Nysste had to do was think as she ate the food 1 had placed out for her. She needed silence for this, and she hoped One would understand that* |
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Post by Atia on Mar 17, 2014 6:17:00 GMT -8
One did not disturb her untill it was neccessery. They were on a timetable. She also knew that Nysste was Sith. Narcisistic, might be prone to aggressive outbursts and egoistical. Not by experience, but by reading did she come to this decision, and being with Nysste she also added young and naive. She will have a lot of work to change that, and make a strong Sith, with good judgement and world awareness.
If she is to raise through the ranks of the Sith, she will need it.
One let Nysste ponder on her speach for ten minutes over the alotted time, out of respect for her Sithhood, and then organised transportation to the military base on the outscirts of town and got them both to the place, when Nysste decleared they could.
The transport they took was an A5 Juggernought, a machine that could wage war on itself. One wanted Nysste to arrive from a tactical transport, not one of civilians. They would dismount before a piedestal with a microphone. One stepped to the side and motioned Nysste to the piedestal.
Before the piedestal sat the Ardent Class Fast Frigate "Balrdick II" landed. All its doors, blast doors, pressure doors, hangar doors, ramps and viewports open. Before it, three neat stacks of people. Left and by individual size largest were the Gammoreans. Huge hulking beasts with mirrory eyes and battlescars gained from eachother and others in the Crucible. They were blooded, and blood was their trade. They were armoured in heavy black metal. They wielded two handed weapons, maces, axes, bastardswords, warhammers in some instances even rocket launchers and shouldermounted blast cannons. 300 of them.
The next stack was neater. Gray uniforms of the Empire. The largest of the stacks, 1400 crewmembers. Third stack was less organised. 400 slavers, spacers, merceneries with various weapons and gear, various skills and talents.
They all stood there, waiting for their new commander to arrive and speak to them.
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Post by Nysste on Mar 23, 2014 8:17:33 GMT -8
*Nysste had enough time to formulate and make her speech, but she questioned if it was enough to instill a sense of trust or loyalty of her to those who would be under her command. She followed One once the time had come to leave, and it didnt take too long to reach their destination. As she made her way to the stand, she could see the many that would work under her, something she had no experience with. But of course, she wouldn't let anyone know that, as she put her hands behind her back and stared at the group. Nysste could almost smell the stench the Gamorreans produced from their natural body odor, and she could see the patient eyes of each man and woman who stared at her waiting for her to speak. She assumed they expected something fancy and some encouraging words. She had none of that to share. She took a deep breath, and then began her speech.*
"Many people in this galaxy believe the Sith are outright destructive with their power alone. I, Nysste Kelgar, only believe that to be half true. It is not just the Sith that holds the power, but the ones who the Sith leads to victory or utter defeat, that make up the other half of the power. I intend tpo prove this theory right, as we shall strive to make ourselves, and the other Sith in this galaxy, something that will instill fear with a single mention of our names. And I have heard new of the the Empire rising up under the Sith once more, and the Republic preparing itself for something that it is not ready for. I plan to have us align with the rising Empire, and help strike fear into the hearts of every man or woman who dare opposes us. We will be the one thing people fear more than death. I must say that I expect most of you to show your true loyalty, but not loyalty of me, I want to see the loyalty of your own goals, of your own motives. Be warned that if you express these motives and they oppose mine, we will not be having a nice chat over a few bottle of Corellian Ale. And now I see, that you wonder why I deserve to be in this position, and why i deserve to have your loyalty. I am just a novice Sith compared to those in this galaxy, but my power may be unrivaled, for you should expect me to lead you with an iron fist, and a bright mind. I will not send us into the pits of Hell, without knowing if we will win or lose. I will lead, with your help, a force so grand, none will want to fight us. Now, should we encounter anything but a battle, I want everyone to know, that no one will act under their own command without my permission. Failure to comply with my most important of orders will know the pain of death, and yet still live in this treacherus galaxy. I expect nothing but the best out of you, from warrior to slave to engineer. You are dismissed and may return to your duties."
*With that, Nysste back up a bit and walked off the stage to put her right hand up against her forehead. She knew even joining the rising Empire, would prove somehwhat of a challenge.*
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