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Post by Atia on Oct 5, 2014 10:55:55 GMT -8
The older slave nodded with a half bow and they continued down the road. She thought a moment on it, and then gave an other shot.
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"But still, master. A ship has IFF transoponders, Comm waves, ion trails, a ship is too easy to identify and lock on to then a room in a dark apartmant house with a matrass and some cans of spam. A meetingplace to make sure tails were lost before we go to our ship.
Or a place to lick wounds, if any were to hapen. Not to metnion it could come in handy later when we.... return."
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Oct 5, 2014 11:10:54 GMT -8
Arkan followed Three for a while as she spoke, listening to her input and taking it on board. It was foolish to ignore anyone's advice, no matter who that person was. Even an idiots idea was something that could be worked on or useful.
"Our ship has a changeable IFF transponder and baffled ion engines. To rent a room you need a fake name, money and quite a few places that would be stupid enough to accept those have security cameras. We can return with a different ship if necessary and lose any pursuers in the system. if we can't the Yellow Skull can destroy any security ship launched from this back-water planet. Besides, I know the ship is secure, a room can be bugged."
He continued to walk down the street and turn into a bust street. While not very busy there were civilians walking around, visiting local businesses. Their privacy had ended.
"We stick to my plan and scout out the banks for now. No security entanglements!"
The Captain walked down the street dressed in his armoured suit, not very stealthy. He didn't need to be stealthy with Three by his side, she could do all the stealth element on her own. Their bank target was at the end of the street, on the corner with an even busier street. That was to be expected as this was the largest bank they were to target.
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Post by Atia on Oct 5, 2014 11:16:59 GMT -8
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"Yes Master."
She continued. This could have been a perfect chance to get a room tied to a Bloodrage Pseudom. A room tied to the Bloodrage, and a team from home coming over to set up a comms hub for survalance and resending information, she would have a couple good points with the mistresses. Still, if the Captain leaves her out of sight, she might be able to do something.
The Batemans wanted a tap on Nal Hutta.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Oct 6, 2014 10:04:17 GMT -8
The pair walked past the bank and the Captain peered in through the transparisteel windows at the bank beyond. He didn't slow down and continued a good way past the bank before turning down a connecting alley between two shops. He walked along until the pair were a decent distance from the street before stopping.
"I hope you got a good look at the bank, I counted three security guards in there and there are probably more I didn't see. I want you to find out how many and what sort of hidden security they have. I'll meet you back here in an hour, I'm going to try not to kill anyone that might attract attention!"
The Captain turned and walked back down the alley towards the busy street. It would take a lot of self control for him to not kill anyone, he'd just have to find someone in a quiet corner somewhere that no-one would miss and kill them!
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Post by Atia on Oct 9, 2014 12:50:58 GMT -8
She nodded, and left him, just as he left her.
First off, she would have to check the place in peacetime, so she simply walked in. She walked timidly, her eyes downwards like a true slave. No will, just doing her masters bidding, wich was exactly what se did, but one can always judge the master by his slave. Judging from 3, her master held domnestic slaves, with a harsh hand and set great demands on his servents. She walked like a trained horse, every step exactly as the other before it. Guards didnt give her a glance. Seeing these were every day meat.
She looked around, tapping herself on the temple twice with a finger. The cybernetic eye started to record a videofeed of everything. She sat there for ten minutes, recoding then left. First turn? Convinience store. She bought cleaning chemicals in one, then hid her loot in a dumpster, then bought some more supplies in an other, a hardware store. Took her 20 minutes, sitting in the dumpster a block away to set the smoke bomb together. It was a small device, but effective.
The remaining cleaning products were for herself. She cleaned her cloths, went into a cloths store to buy some expensive business suits for women, and walked back into the bank. Since she didnt have anything really harmfull on her, no alarms sounded. She Sat for five minutes, then walked out. Just as she would exit and someone would enter, she exidentally bumped into them (a pair of tourist looking types) and manadged to smuggle the armed device in one of their handbags.
she walked out and sat down on a bench looking at the bank, waiting for her master, now in an expensive business suit, instead of her previous attire.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Oct 10, 2014 8:42:31 GMT -8
Vaulkhar walked back down the alley to see Three now dressed in what passed as a business suit on this planet. He didn't stop until he was stood in front of the Twi'lek as they had been before.
"Fashion changes quickly around here I see!?"
He said, gesturing to Three's change of clothes. The Executioner had not bought anything but neither had he killed anyone. He may be violent but he was not stupid. This job would make him rich and his bosses very pleased so he did nothing to jeopardise it.
So, what's their situation inside?
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Post by Atia on Oct 10, 2014 11:20:18 GMT -8
Three reached down into her pocket to retrieve her datapad. With a couple quick presses of a button she had linked the eye implant with the hand comptuter and started the picture slide.
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"Armed guards inside, four visible. Most likely two or three more behind the scenes."
Then, she did something truly disgsting. She reached for her right temple, put her fingers onto special positions and drove the thumb into her right eyesocket. The eye let go with a light 'pop' Sound. Cybernetic eye. She put it down between the two of them, so the feed from the eye showed the bank in 180 degrees angle.
The slave then stood up.
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"Please, master, if you would follow me."
She said, turning her hidious one eyed gaze at the Executioner. With that, she walked down into an alley. She cept talking in a low voice.
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"I have manadged to plant a harmless incindinary divice inside. Lot of fuss, no power."
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Oct 17, 2014 8:31:12 GMT -8
Vaulkhar raised an eyebrow, smuggling a small explosive inside the ank was good thinking, useful too. Now we could see how they reacted to an emergency.
"What do you have planned for the device?"
The Executioner said as he followed the slave towards the bank. he was glad he was not in full armour or getting into the bank would be very difficult to do, lots of attention would be drawn from all the guards. He still had his blaster though, he'd never go anywhere without one.
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Post by Atia on Oct 17, 2014 9:28:35 GMT -8
She wasnt leading him to the bank, but away from it. They did not want to stay here when reinforcemets came. They would be held there as "vitnesses", then when the security teams chcked the futages from the cameras the slaves status would become more like "prisoner" and same for whomever was with her. She did not want to let her master down. She stopped in the alley, and reached the datapad to the Pirate.
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"It is likely most banks have the same kind of security like this one."
The datapad showed a widescreen of what her left behind eye was seeing. The bank, large widnows, with view into the reception room. Outside, the little lawn was tended by a gardner, while the next adress was getting its windows washed. People went and came on the sidewalk, life seemed to go just as planned when suddenly one of the custommers inside started to smoke. Not tobaco smoke, more like chemical attack smoke. Yellow and purple mixed fumes started to well out of the person, and syrens went off at once. Iside, one could faintly see as security personell went into action with blasters raised and yelling. That was expected.
When the gardner and the window cleaner grabbed guns from their tool boxes/buckets, that wasnt. They seemed to set up an outside peremiter while the situation insde got handled. A minute later (analists would say 58.6 seconds after the syrens started to call) two hovertrucks with large huttese letters stopped outside and heavily armed merceneries from many different races jumped out. 3 decided she wanted her eye back.
The slave tapped three times on her temple, the one with the empty eyesocket and hunkered down, keeping a hand down by the floor. Vaulkhar would see the immage on the datapad roll, fall down from the bench they had met up on and roll alongside the street to the building wall, then follow it and turn into the alley they were in. Then, he would see himself standing with the crouching twilek woman in a business suit become bigger and bigger, untill only her hand was visible.
Then, with a quick move, the eye was back in its place, and vaulkhar was watching himself on the datapad.
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"Master, the datapad, please."
She had her hand reached out.
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Post by Kingpin the Hutt on Jan 23, 2016 19:05:37 GMT -8
*Sitting on the floor in his fortress Kingpin ponders his next move... sell, steal or murder*
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Post by Kingpin the Hutt on Jan 23, 2016 21:50:28 GMT -8
*Burps, farts then speaks*
"Ho ho, ach, come here slave woman!"
*Yanks a chain, pulling a body up close and personal, licks the poor woman with a hideous 18' tongue, farts again and takes a hit off his pipe*
"Ho ho ach"
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Post by Kingpin the Hutt on Jan 28, 2016 20:46:23 GMT -8
*Sitting around in the puddle of waste that is himself Kingpin the Hutt said to himself 'Self pretty dead around here'*Self replied* 'Ya we smell pretty ripe'*They laughed in unison* 'HoHoHo... Ahhhh....'
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Feb 26, 2018 14:55:07 GMT -8
Bilbousa. The port town of Nal Hutta. And the future centre of Zordo's criminal empire. But first the Hutt needed to establish his holdings. Claim territory and begin moving glitterstim, slaves and other commodities that the underworld dealt with. As the Azalus Pateessa landed, Zordo disembarked, floating on his hover throne. Flanked by a several Hutt Security Droids and the strongest boars from Clan Norgk, Zordo and company made their way to the place that would soon become the Hutt's palace. The lesser beings of the planet scurried out of his path as the Hutt hovered along.
"It has been far too long since this place was used properly." said the Hutt in Huttese. "Begin clean up operations and begin landing our supplies and servants. There is much work to be done"
As Zordo made his way into the abandoned palace that was to be his home, the Hutt Security Droids fanned out and began securing the area, as the Gamorreans began forcefully removing those who refused to comply.
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Feb 26, 2018 18:40:28 GMT -8
Nal Hutta. Bilbousa. 'Azure' Palace.
Lounging on his hover throne, Zordo took a hit off his hookah. Around him, there were workers, slaves, servants and construction droids busily cleaning up and repairing the desolate palace. Security had been established, and things were starting to fuction smoothly. Turning to his aid, a Twi'lek with a scar running down the left side of his face, he spoke.
"Once we are certain the vaults here can be secured, bring my stores of Ryll from Ryloth. It's not much to start, but until we can establish a facility on Kessel, if will have to do. And keep it quiet. I don't need any one hijacking my freighters!"
The Twi'lek bowed and disappeared as Zordo took another pull from his hookah. As the giant slug exhaled, he chuckled loudly.
"Ho ho ho, this is going to be wonderful!"
As of right now, the Hutt was very pleased with himself. He had accomplished much in a short amount of time. Given more time and resources, he could create the beating heart that would pump life back into the underworld.
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Feb 26, 2018 21:39:09 GMT -8
'Azure' Palace
Still lounging on his hover throne, Zordo continued to observe. Properly motivated servants and slaves certainly managed to get the job done quickly. The main atrium to the Palace was already cleaned and nearly finished enough to receive guests. However, Zordo's operations here were still in its infancy, so he would not be entertaining any guests. Potential clients, perhaps, but not guests. As the workers milled about, two Twi'lek slave girls had been brought up to showcase their 'skills'. And their skills pleased Zordo. Very much. But one under his employ, a Trandoshan slaver, one Vrossk, appeared. Wearing a Wookiee pelt over his scratched armor and toting a blaster rifle, the lizard spoke to Zordo.
"Forgive the intrusssion, mighty Zordo. Newsss hasss arrived from Nar Ssshaddaa. A ssslave market. Run by a sssself proclaimed warlord."
At this, Zordo chuckled.
"Ho ho! We aren't even ready for business yet, and you bring me this delightful news. Excellent! Go. Bring him forth. I wish to speak with the warlord of Nar Shaddaa."
The reptilian sentient before him bowed slightly.
"Right away, mighty Zordo."
And with that, the Trandoshan was on his way out. Zordo, in the mean time, licked his lips and clapped as the slave girls continued to dance and the band resumed playing.
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Mar 1, 2018 12:51:15 GMT -8
'Azure' Palace.
Since laying claim to the abandoned palace within Bilbousa, Zordo the Hutt had managed to transform it from a decaying wreck to a sparkling palace of wealth. The bar was complete and open for business. Several Gamorreans stood guard, but the patrons milled about, enjoying drinks from various locales, exotic dancing slave girls, pazzak and dejarik as well as betting on swoop and pod racing. The casino portion was nearly complete, as was the guest wing. Zordo's throne room was already finished as well. Guarded by several Hutt Security Droids, his own personal pet Kath Hounds, a handful of Gamorreans and a few various slavers and mercenaries. And at the centre of the room, Zordo himself sat, perched on his hover throne, overlooking it all. The 'Azure' Palace was going to be a marvelous place once it was completed. And then business could truly begin. There were alliances that needed to be forged, trade deals to create, and a blackmarket within the Galactic Alliance and First Order that needed revival. Zordo certainly had his work cut out for him, but being a Hutt, he had a knack for this sort of thing. It wouldn't take long to get established and start moving product and merchandise across the galaxy. Of this, the Hutt was certain.
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Mar 11, 2018 10:43:12 GMT -8
'Azure' Palace.
Finally it was complete. The 'Azure' Palace was finished. And business was booming. The bar was filled with both wealthy individuals and the more nefarious types. The casino was already generating a large profit and the Red Light Rooms were operating with full business. The dancers and entertainers were busy catering to a multitude of clientele. It seemed as though the inhabitants of Nal Hutta had been waiting for the Hutts to return. And with Zordo's return, business was boomiing due to the locals either coming to work for him, or coming to indulge in the many forms of entertainment he provided. The credits had begun to roll in and this was something that made Zordo incredibly happy. But now it was time to reach out to those who could use his services.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2018 18:51:45 GMT -8
Azure Palace...
It didn't take long for the Zygerrian Warlord, Nasir, to come to the planet of Nal Hutta. His personal vessel, a Raider-class Corvette, was detected entering Nal Hutta space from its moon. The small and agile craft maneuvered itself down the prestigious Azure Palace, the lair of the Hutt known as Zordo. The vessel would land on one of the larger pads, assigned to the crew, after getting their clearance from Nal Hutta's security detail.
The ramp came down and several parties disembarked from it. A few groups of mercenaries, thugs, and, finally, a well-uniformed guard of soldiers. Quite possibly veterans of the warlord that served as shock troopers and marines. Attendants of the Warlord Nasir came next, bringing with them a decent line of slaves for the mighty Zordo. At the rear of the ship, a few beasts of docile and violent natures were unloaded under the watchful gaze of their tamers and soldiers. Nasir came last, having to leave some commands with his crew. His eyes gazing at the palace of Zordo before gesturing for his attendants to move towards the gates with their presents.
After his personal security ensured their gifts got to the front gate, Nasir accepted Hutt security taking over as their detail and continued onto the throne room of Zordo the Hutt. Once inside the main entry area, the Zygerrian Warlord would bow to Zordo before speaking.
Mighty Zordo, I am Nasir D'Nar, Warlord of Nar Shaddaa. I come bearing gifts to decorate your palace and entertain your mighty presence.
Nasir gestures to his attendants as they bring in the line of slaves for Zordo to inspect with his own gaze.
The best specimens in my stock, I assure you, mighty Zordo. Only the best for a Hutt, after all.
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Mar 13, 2018 16:13:49 GMT -8
'Azure' Palace.
The Trandoshan slaver, Vrossk Kodra, slunk into the throne room by the time the Zygerrian appeared before Zordo. Silently observing the interaction, he watched as Zordo's eyes lit up. Seated on his hover throne, Zordo licked his lips greedily. His eyes were alight with joy. He chuckled loudly as the Zygerrian greeted him.
"Nasir D'Nar. Warlord of Nar Shaddaa" He spoke in Huttese. "Your presence here affirms that my ambitions were correct about you." Motioning to his servants and slaves to relieve Nasir's companions of their gifts and slaves, he continued. "Your gifts please me, Nasir. No doubt my associate, Vrossk Kodra, informed you that I wish to present you with an offer. An offer that you should consider wisely. I offer you the top spot as my General and Admiral both. In exchange for access to my resources, influence and wealth, you lead the mighty fleets and armies of the Hutt Cartel. Under my employ, you will be lavishly compensated, for it will not be said that Zordo is not grateful to those he employs."
As he finishes speaking, he reached for his hookah, sitting before him. Taking a large haul off of it, he exhales a bluish-grey cloud of smoke. As the smoke slowly rises, Zordo motions around to the Palace itself.
"I have rebuilt this from next to nothing. The decadence of the galaxy fills these walls. You will need and want for nothing here. Consider my offer. Spend the next few days here as my guests. Help yourself to whatever you wish, for the mighty Zordo provides it all! Ho ho ho!"
The Hutt chuckled a loud, guttural chuckle. A decision such as this couldn't be made immediately. And Zordo knew this. By having Nasir and his companions stay here, they could get a feel for how his operations were run. They could see the exquisite wealth that Zordo had poured into this place. And they could sample anything they desired. So long as they were well behaved and didn't cause any sort of disruption, Zordo would allow them to stay. Before waving Nasir away, however, he waited to see if there was anything else the Zygerrian wished to ask.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2018 21:41:41 GMT -8
This was a grand surprise to Nasir when Zordo's offer was given to him. The Zygerrian was offered much; a high command over the armies and fleets of the renewed Hutt Cartel, riches, position, influence and the likes... yet there was a question within the mind of Nasir. A few prominent questions that made him contemplate, not for long, but slightly. After all, he would effectively lose all freedom if committed to this. Yet more importantly, what would that mean for Nar Shaddaa, his crew and their slaving operations?
Mighty Zordo, your offer is one of great opportunity. An opportunity that only a few are truly worthy and that many would die for such a chance. For surely there are those better than I, I am honored by your offer, Great Zordo.
Nasir had some experience with commanding soldiers and ships given his operations. But it was hardly anything compared to what assignments and battles that entailed the expansion and prosperity of the Hutt Cartel.
And yet, I must be allowed to present some questions though... what do you want in return for me accepting this offer? After all, you give me much, but there is not a hint of what the Cartel and Mighty Zordo demand in return. What will become of my slaving operations, of Nar Shaddaa, and of my crews? A man who works hard cannot easily give up what he has worked hard for after all.
Nasir had every right to present these questions before Zordo. Otherwise, he would only have a small picture of what was being offered and what was to be expected of in return. In order for the Zygerrian to be ready in accepting, these questions needed answers.
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