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Post by Paradigm on Aug 15, 2017 20:52:28 GMT -8
Altair's eyes shifted towards the group of three coming at them, his eyes narrowed as he placed his hand on the disruptor at his side, the blaster on his other hip was already free and half raised out of the cloak that shadowed it when he heard the bizarre singing, and saw the white fog begin to decent, the hairs on the back of his neck already up - he assumed to sense the danger coming from the group, but his team had been right about the unknown, she was a Jedi - or something of the sort. He raised his hand to activate his helm and turn his Comm back on as his lips were already parting to form the words..."Drop her!" The helm sprang forward from the confinement around his collar and quickly unfolded in sections to close his face in, two red ocular lenses coming to light over his eyes as the Helm completed itself and he blinked when his sensors didn't immediately kick in, the HUD taking over... the words surprised him as well... his words from another's lips - he hadn't said them. In the half second it took for him to realize that he hadn't ordered it he had his team echoing back in forth through the comm - Liz passing orders because she had already noticed what He had not... Scorch marks the right and left of them... the Security force having noticed them and already opened fire. He raced his DC-17 and fired - taking one of the large brutes right between the eyes dropping him dead instantly just before the fog closed in around them. Felt more than saw Naomi disappear into the fog and he cursed his luck before calling back over his shoulder..."Paradigm, find her, I'll take care of these brutes..."He clicked one heel against the other and shot out of the Fog into the air above the two remaining Security Guards freeing his Disruptor in a swirling motion and firing, causing the other to disintegrate into nothing. The third and last hardly even noticed or cared about his compatriots death as he raised his rifle towards the hovering target but before he could fire he exploded... blood and perhaps an arm flying into the air as the ground where he once stood was covered in dark scorch marks and blood - the handiwork of one of Fuze's grenades no doubt he intended to take care of all three of them in one go, as he was no where to be found.::Team regroup - Liz, D'lyse clean this up and then report back to the Star Razer Stitch, Fuze you're with me!::Deactivating his jet boots he fell back into the now empty city street turning sprint back into the Fog and down the street, the only real exit the Naomi had available to her when she rabbited. Hopefully he would catch a sign of her or Paradigm. He wasn't looking forward to tracking them down again - now that they had lost the element of surprise. He heard the firefight continuing down the street as the remaining Four Security Force brutes had engaged D'lyse. Every now and again he had heard the distinct buzz of Liz's rifle no doubt meaning there was one less of them standing now.
By the time Ronan and Fuze turned around, Paradigm was leaned against a near building wall, peering at them through the blue lined visor on her helmet. Reaching up, she pulled the thing off and let loose her cascade of glassy white hair. She narrowed her silver blue eyes and frowned. With a tone, absolutely sharper than her mother's ever had time to be- tempered with very human emotion, Paradigm spoke.So- what the kriff do you want? |
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Sept 1, 2017 21:40:50 GMT -8
Altair spun his disruptor twice in hand before slipping it flawlessly into the holster on his hip. The flutter of his jacket hid the weapon instantly and he raised his hand the the side of his head and thumbed the button that caused his helm to fold back up into the the collar of his jacket. He blinked once looking into Paradigm's eyes as a smirk took his lips at her blunt demeanor. He ignored her for the time being, turning to fuze and speaking in a low but clear voice.
"Pull a canvas over the entire area, get liz and D'lyse to wrap things up here and meet us back at the Star Razer."
Fuze was never the one to argue with his orders, cept when ordered to NOT blow something up, but he hesitated long enough to glance over Altair's soldier at Paradigm long enough to make his hesitation to leave him alone quite clear. He nodded without saying anything and disappeared around the corner towards the sound of gunfire still lighting up the street. Altair turned back to Paradigm after he was sure his ignoring her would sink in and probably begin to irritate her, but before she could turn to leave he turned back to her and raising his voice only slightly.
"Madigan is in trouble... I need you to return to Felucia with me, and It seems like you need a quick way off the planet."
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Post by Paradigm on Oct 21, 2017 14:03:33 GMT -8
Paradigm was about to make some silly comment about how his guys aught to be hesitant to leave Ronan alone with her- especially with making her wait for an answer to her question- but the mention of Madigan's name caught her off guard. Part of her wanted to shrug him off, to not care about someone so far in her past- someone who helped a mad man take control of her, even though he redeemed himself- she supposed. The shilor side of her wanted her to leave, find Naomi and get the kriff off this planet. How could she possibly trust someone like Ronan. But that irritating human side- the side she couldn't figure weather to run from or embrace, screamed at her to investigate. It couldn't erase all skepticism from her though.
Why would you be concerned with Madigan?
She finally asked suspiciously. Unless you're just trying to lure me back to Felucia.
She hesitated, narrowing her eyes. Mother didn't send you did she?
While they did need a way off Nar Shadda- and Paradigm was quite confidant the two of them could make it off themselves- Ronan's offer was right in front of her. Technically if things went south, she could figure a way to get her and Naomi out of trouble, even if she had to leave some bodies in her wake. But Paradigm hated being manipulated- old childhood memories and all that.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Oct 21, 2017 14:52:35 GMT -8
*Altair's HUD began its normal display of the location of his team and their med read outs - it wasnt SOP to keep tabs on each other when in the field and separated each of these soldiers were well past ARC status and knew their craft better than most, but Altair was protective of them none the less. His distracted attention almost caused him to miss Paradigm's line of questioning - Skeptical and blunt - same as always. He exhaled slightly taking a slow measured step towards the half breed, his hands opening in a gesture of trust - for him that meant a half foot further way from his weapon than gripping it. He attempted the same childish smirk he had when he was a kid - but the look of it came off all wrong. The burden of Gadriel's command had aged him, and when he should have appeared in his prime he looked older, more worn, and definitely more distrusting than he should have been. Even still he knew, the best way to deal with Paradigm was the truth.*
"Honestly I don't care about Madigan... what i care about, my mission... is the Hat that his mind is trapped within. And Zendora has something to do with this, but not what you might expect... To rescue him, and to unlock the power behind the Hat itself I need something Zendora has, something I do not have the strength, heart, or faith to gain from her myself."
His team not far away, hot on the heels of Naomi who had rabbited the moment things went down in the street. They would find her soon enough - picking up the trail of someone they had already caught once wasn't all to difficult if you knew what you were doing. Eventually they would...Beep Beep Beep.*Altair's hand raised from his pistol to the wristguant module control upon his wrist. Flipping through a few settings a grid display of the city popped up before his eyes pinpointing Naomi's location - Stitch had found her. Pressing a few more buttons on the control module he passed orders for observation only and then looked back towards Paradigm.*
"My team has found Naomi, they are holding their positions for the moment but there is no way those goons we wasted didn't call for backup before they went down. You're running out of time and out of space... and I've already left a larger footprint on this blasted backwater than i had planned. Whats it gunna be Paradigm?"
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Post by Paradigm on Nov 14, 2017 21:07:10 GMT -8
Paradigm hesitated, giving Ronan a stiff frown- almost looking as serious and emotionless as her mother, but only briefly. She'd turned her back on everything from her childhood- The Jedi, Her mother, her cousin, and the hatter. She struck out on her own- getting the thrill of feeling like she was making some shred of difference in the galaxy. And as much as she wanted to believe every kill she made was for good- she couldn't stop her logical mind from choosing targets for her. She so desperately wanted to avoid being like her mother, but it seemed like that was impossible.
And the last thing she wanted to do was go back to the life she had fled from.
What makes you think Zendora wants anything to do with me?
She snapped, far too angrily for it to only be a surface emotion. If one really listened through her snappy shilor voice, one might gather the question sounded hurt. Everything in her screamed to stay away from Felucia, even if it meant her friend's life. She supposed she did owe Madigan something, but even that wasn't enough to draw her into this scheme Ronan had cooking up.
But then he mentioned Naomi, and while Paradigm and Ronan were's best palls and she didn't know him very well- she knew his type, and he would use any kind of leverage against her he could to get what he wanted. And as much as she wanted to believe it, She wasn't all powerful. The Shilor hybrid grit her teeth, feeling cornered.
Fine. I'll help. I can't promise you anything from my mother though- but Madigan... saved me from a rampaging Whill and Naomi saved me... from myself, and I guess you helped me out with those mercs back there so it looks like I just owe everybody today.
Clearing her throat and her mind, she took in a breath and replaced her helm so she could show off her annoyed expression in peace.
Lead the way.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Nov 14, 2017 21:46:19 GMT -8
*Altair knew better than to open his mouth again - getting in between Paradigm and her friend was all the thin ice he was willing to stand on today - and Paradigm was at the best of times, unstable. Keeping his HUD up he waited for a few moments for her obvious emotion to clear away - she wasn't stupid she knew what his words meant when he told her his team had found Naomi. Killing the girl to spite Paradigm might have been beyond him because at one point Paradigm and he had been... in the same room as one another on a handful of occasions, but leveraging her to attain his mission success wasn't even an after thought - and he was glad he didn't have to spell that out for the Shilor - maybe she had learned a thing or two on her own.*
"Good... you've got rear guard, i'll take point."
*Altair once again released his disruptor from its holster and moved passed Paradigm without another word being spoken. His team would would have been relaying the broadcast he had taken of Paradigm's consent at a partnership - at least for the moment under mutual necessity and by in a few moments they would be playing it for Naomi and escorting her back to the Ship. Altair and Paradigm simply had to make their way through the rest of district 5 and all of 7 before reaching the ship, and Altair wasn't in the mood for more surprises. Throwing his hood up over the mask that covered his face and wrapping his cloak around him he began moving through the streets - using back alleys as much as possible to avoid any unnecessary entanglements.
With Altair's guidance and a few close calls they finally made their way through 7 and into the Alleyway that would give them access to the roof where Altair had landed the Star Razer. Altair ascended the rooftop to find his team already in place - having taken up defensive positions to cover Altair's ascent if needs be. It was Stitch who spoke first...*
"She's aboard, and in good health... no wounds to speak of, everyone is ready to depart."
"Good. Tell Janos to fire up the engines, and tell them to make it quick... this place smells."*Turning back to Paradigm exhaling rapidly from his nose as if to accent the point he nodded slightly motioning towards the landing ramp of the Fury-Class Interceptor."Naomi is aboard, and if you would be so kind... we'll get underway - just umm... stay out of the Conference room."
*With that he turned away from Paradigm and moved to the edge of the building to releave D'lyse who was the last one still outside the ship. Altair once again scanned for any sign of pursuit before he as well ascended the ramp and it closed behind him with a hiss, the Interceptors engines already warming up. This planet always gave him a bad feeling, and he hated that he even had to come here to begin with. Backwaters like this where everything seemed wrong all the time. The entire planet was like the Slums of Coruscant... it reminded him of home, and he hated it.*
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Post by Paradigm on Dec 10, 2017 19:47:08 GMT -8
Now you know you shouldn't have told me that.
Paradigm said- her sass masked with the metalic sound of the helm she wore. Oh well, perhaps Ronan had enough of her emotion for now. She knew she did. As much as she wanted to be different than her mother, strong emotion always seemed to exhaust her more than others. As soon as she arrived on board she went in search for Naomi, finding her rather quickly.
That was a nice trick back there Nao...
Sorry I couldn't hide well enough...
The Valah said sheepishly, looking downward and allowing her long black hair to abscure her face. Sorry I got us into this mess.
Paragidm took off her helm and attached it to her hip before putting an arm around Naomi's shoulders. I never expected you to hide from these guys. Ronan knows what he's doing. Look- I couldn't even hide from him. This is obviously something important.
Peering around, the Shilor frowned thoughtfully.
These guys can be trusted...at least for now. Ronan and I go back- sort of. It's ok. You did good.
Naomi frowned and nodded slowly. Ok. I'll do better next time.
She murmured.
Paradigm shoved Naomi to the side and shook her head. We'll both do better next time. That's how these things work. We're not on board this ship just because of you. Who knows, maybe the force has something planned or what ever. Stop being sorry.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 10, 2017 20:03:01 GMT -8
*Altair came up the ramp just as it was closing and walked through the central commons area without a word to the pair lounging against the back wall. Disappearing into the cockpit only a moments before the ship roared to life quickly lifting off the ground and into the air. Several moments passed before the ship began to accelerate into the upper atmosphere and finally cleared the gravitation of the planet - only then did Altair emerge from the cockpit section of the ship to address Paradigm and her companion.*
"The two of you can have my quarters for the trip back to Felucia - though just to warn you we have to make one more stop before heading back. One of my men is in trouble on Jabiim."
*He showed them to the chamber in which they could refresh themselves and rest before he returned to the cockpit overseeing navigation and hyperdrive adjustments with Janos to prep the jump to Jabiim - they were entering Hyperspace before they even broke the upper atmosphere of the planet - he was in a hurry - and Shadow was running dangerously short on time.*
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2018 20:28:26 GMT -8
Deep within New Vertica...
I hear 25,000! Do I hear 30,000?!
A seller stood on a stage, guarded by armed thugs, and assisted by several associates of his. The male, in question, was a well-known face within these parts. The seller, known as Titius, was a member of the Green Banner Crew, a ragtag group of slavers, bounty hunters and thugs that served the whims of the self-proclaimed Warlord of Nar Shaddaa. Titius, a middle-aged Coruscanti, sees someone raise his hand for the authentic Twi'lek girl, chained as any other slave on the auction today.
I hear 30,000! Do I hear 40,000!?
The price continued to climb and climb till, finally, the slave girl was sold off to a prominent person among the group. Her final price, 85,000 credits. A good haul, thought Titius, as his eyes gazed behind the crowd where he knew his employer was watching.
Smoke hung around a seat by a ship within the black market district. A Raider-class Corvette, decorated with a green banner emblem, situated itself comfortably by the docks of this area. An amber glow illuminated the face of a fierce looking Zygerrian who eyed the slave girl being sold. A fresh catch from shipping lanes near Ryloth. Seems she was well worth the capture and the auction. A metallic pipe is pulled from his lips, allowing smoke to gather around in front of him as the Zygerrian exhales deeply.
What does that bring our total to today?
Another Zygerrian examines her datapad, taking note of the new purchase, which updated the funds gathered.
Four hundred and fifty-five thousand. And we still have twenty-five percent of the stock left.
Nasir grins at the thought of the profit made. More funds for his army, his eventual fleet and further economic ventures that secured his reputation and hold over the planet of Nar Shaddaa. Money meant everything, slaves were a good foundation for making that money and it would be well-spent. Such money helped him acquire his present ship and buy off many gangs on the planet to secure his rule.
Soon enough, we will live like Hutts!
Those of his crew with him laughed at the thought, the Zygerrian knew it was a merry laugh at the prospect of such riches. He blows out some more smoke after taking in a deep inhale. His yellow feline eyes watching the next slave shoved onto the stage. He gestures to the male specimen.
He will be worth... fifty thousand I would say.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2018 13:32:43 GMT -8
Rescue Mission: Nar Shaddaa
Lady Azshara strode through the facility hidden with New Vertica. Her body almost entirely on display due to the thigh high boots, upper arm length gloves, and metal bikini she wore as a casual outfit. The outfit, as far as she was concerned, provide protection to her more precious assets while allowing her the mobility she needed for combat. It also served as a tool for swaying men and women to her cause more easily.
It had been several months since Bara'dun had dispatched her to Nar Shaddaa. In that time, she had done as instructed. Using funds he had supplied her with, she had built up a small organisation of smugglers and other assorted criminals. Using their skills, she had inserted an agent into the Jedi Temple on Felucia. Using his supply runs to kidnap Padawans and Younglings, to bring back here. At that point, she would bring them here, to her facility.
It looked exactly like what it was: A laboratory built inside a warehouse. It was here, that she conducted a number of experiments on the young Jedi hopefuls. Ranging from experiments on augmenting their power, to diseases that could be used to kill them. She had even tried to tempt several of them over to the Dark Side. So far, many of them had resisted. But those that had suffered the most, she could feel, were on the verge of breaking. And all it would take, would be the properly whispered promise of having what ever they wanted
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Mar 1, 2018 12:42:59 GMT -8
Vrossk Kodra, a Trandoshan Slaver under the employ of Zordo the Hutt, had made his way to Nar Shaddaa with ease. His current objective was to locate the self-proclaimed Zygerrian Warlord of Nar Shaddaa. Rumor had it that the Zygerrian ran a rather large and profitable slaving ring someone out of New Vertica. Walking through the throngs of hopeless and desperate sentients, Kodra was easily spotted by anyone looking for him. Wearing a Wookiee pelt with the shackles still dangling off it, toting a menacing Mandalorian crafted blaster rifle and being a Trandoshan, made him rather obvious. Continuing his search, he continued to prowl the streets, hoping to find the person he sought.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2018 19:42:06 GMT -8
Vrossk Kodra, a Trandoshan Slaver under the employ of Zordo the Hutt, had made his way to Nar Shaddaa with ease. His current objective was to locate the self-proclaimed Zygerrian Warlord of Nar Shaddaa. Rumor had it that the Zygerrian ran a rather large and profitable slaving ring someone out of New Vertica. Walking through the throngs of hopeless and desperate sentients, Kodra was easily spotted by anyone looking for him. Wearing a Wookiee pelt with the shackles still dangling off it, toting a menacing Mandalorian crafted blaster rifle and being a Trandoshan, made him rather obvious. Continuing his search, he continued to prowl the streets, hoping to find the person he sought. |
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Post by Serenity Sage on Mar 5, 2018 15:22:57 GMT -8
The shuttle descended unto New Vertica. Once Red received clearance, she had the craft docked at the designated landing zone. All in all, one of her more successful landings, and she managed it without too many bumps.
“I hope one of the Padawans is a better pilot than I am...” said Red to herself, then she rose from the pilot's seat and headed towards the exit, waiting for the Ewok Jedi Master's lead to go on.
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Mar 11, 2018 10:27:26 GMT -8
Taking note of the Green Banner thugs in a section of New Vertica, Vrossk entered the portion of the market that seemed to be selling slaves. Licking his lips, the Trandoshan approached one of the guards.
"I ssseek the ssself proclaimed Warlord of Nar Shaddaa..."
The slited pupils of the Trandoshan flitted from person to person, taking in his surroundings. This was dangerous territory, no doubt. But until his true intentions were revealed, he doubted anyone would try to pick a fight with him. He was merely another potential buyer, after all. And if this Warlord was as smart as he seemed, Vrossk had nothing to worry about for now.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2018 13:10:24 GMT -8
Oi, boss!
One of Nasir's thugs proceeds into the personal space of his employer, a Devaronian by species. The mercenary gestures his blaster rifle in the direction of where Vrossk was presently waiting... with several armed guards barring his way for now. The Zygerrian sighs deeply, turning his attention away from his prized slaves to look at the mercenary.
Well? What is it?
We have a visitor. A Trandoshan asking for the self-proclaimed Warlord of Nar Shaddaa.
Nasir glances in the direction of where the Trandoshan was, before he grabs one of his attendants.
Get me our Wookiee specimens.
With the order given, Nasir walks away from his slave ships and heads over to where Vrossk was. The mercenaries moving to the flanks as the Zygerrian approaches the Trandoshan visitor. Noticing the Wookiee pelt, Nasir had a good feeling about this potential buyer.
My guards tell me you wanted my attention. Questions are what for and what price you are offering.
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Mar 11, 2018 14:59:37 GMT -8
Vrossk took note of the thugs and mercenaries flanking the Zygerrian slaver. Most of the thugs didn't seem like the intelligent sort, but the Zygerrian...there was something about him. Vrossk has a good feeling. Shifting on his feet, causing the shackles that dangled from the pelt to clang together, Vrossk listened to the Zygerrian speak. Licking his lips and blinking slowly, the Trandoshan spoke.
"Your guardsss are correct. But you missssinterpret my reasonsss for sssseeking you out."
Still holding his Valken-38 Blaster Rifle in his clawed grip, he spoke to the Zygerrian once more, noting the increased presence of guards and thugs taking an interest in him.
"I am Vrossk Kodra and I am under the employ of Zordo the Hutt of Nal Hutta. He hasss learned of your ssslave market and wishesss to make you an offer..."
The Trandoshan's orange slited pupils darted among the guards gathered there, then returned to the Zygerrian. Most of the guards would be downed quickly if they decided to attack him. The only one in this crowd that would give him trouble is the Zygerrian, though if push came to shove, Vrossk already had a contingency plan to deal with him, should he refuse the offer.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2018 15:29:47 GMT -8
Vrossk took note of the thugs and mercenaries flanking the Zygerrian slaver. Most of the thugs didn't seem like the intelligent sort, but the Zygerrian...there was something about him. Vrossk has a good feeling. Shifting on his feet, causing the shackles that dangled from the pelt to clang together, Vrossk listened to the Zygerrian speak. Licking his lips and blinking slowly, the Trandoshan spoke."Your guardsss are correct. But you missssinterpret my reasonsss for sssseeking you out."Still holding his Valken-38 Blaster Rifle in his clawed grip, he spoke to the Zygerrian once more, noting the increased presence of guards and thugs taking an interest in him."I am Vrossk Kodra and I am under the employ of Zordo the Hutt of Nal Hutta. He hasss learned of your ssslave market and wishesss to make you an offer..."The Trandoshan's orange slited pupils darted among the guards gathered there, then returned to the Zygerrian. Most of the guards would be downed quickly if they decided to attack him. The only one in this crowd that would give him trouble is the Zygerrian, though if push came to shove, Vrossk already had a contingency plan to deal with him, should he refuse the offer. |
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Mar 11, 2018 15:42:42 GMT -8
The Trandoshan merely observed the Zygerrian. He clicked his teeth, whether in amusement or annoyance, Vrossk couldn't tell. Not that he cared. He was merely here to let this self proclaimed warlord that there was an offer on the table, nothing more. It was up to the Zygerrian to decide whether or not to accept it. Should he be inclined to turn down Zordo's offer, Zordo would most likely retaliate by imposing harsh tariffs on the Zygerrian's operations. Regardless of the outcome, Vrossk spoke to the Zygerrian once more.
"I know nothing of hisss predecessor. And it is not my place to ssspeak ill of my employer. As for his offer...you would need to accompany me to Nal Hutta to find out. I am merely the messssenger..."
Vrossk glances around the room, and flexes his jaw, preparing for these thugs to jump him. He was, after all, on the Zygerrian's turf, so he wouldn't put it past him to simply ignore the offer and remove him from the equation.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2018 17:32:18 GMT -8
The Zygerrians expression remains the same as he contemplates the messenger's word. For a moment, it looked like the male humanoid was chewing on something, hidden by his lips and teeth, but it was more of a habit whenever Nasir thought and contemplated deeply. He could feel the tense atmosphere, emitted from his thugs and mercenaries, who thought of the obvious conclusion to such a proposal. The Zygerrian's head removed his shoulders, their operations assimilated to Hutt control, and the loss of jobs for those he paid for... even Nasir thought of such a conclusion.
Yet, there were possibilities. If all went well, Nar Shaddaa would fall under Hutt control again, but Nasir would have a favorable position, influence and his wealth. His crews would have Hutt protection and opportunities, bringing in more wealth. Slaving operations would have a greater potential of going more abroad and gaining greater prizes, not only just sentient but non-sentient.
Nasir looks back at his ships before coming to a conclusion in his mind.
Tell your Hutt master that I will meet with him. I will bring my personal ship, my top attendants, and a small guard. And... I will bring some good specimens, among my slave wares, to present as gifts to your master. Is this all in agreement?
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Mar 11, 2018 18:24:20 GMT -8
The Trandoshan watched, through slitted pupils. His nostrils flared slightly, his mouth partially opened. The Zygerrian was contemplating, that much as clear. The tension in the air was palpable. Obviously this was no mere 'yes sir/no sir' situation. The Zygerrian was deeply entrenched in Nar Shaddaa's slave market. His control was far reaching if he could claim the title of Warlord. But it was only Nar Shaddaa. Through Zordo, his influence would spread. In exchange for the Zygerrian and his corner of the Nar Shaddaa slave market, Zordo would offer protection as well as a substantial salary to keep the Zygerrian as the front of the slave market. Which suited Vrossk just fine. He preferred to remain hidden from the general populace anyways. A slaver from the shadows, as he preferred. With this Zygerrian becoming Zordo's newest lieutenant, hopefully, at any rate, Vrossk was free to continue his own slaving operations. As the Zygerrian looked back at his ships, he spoke. A personal ship, top attendants and a small guard. And gifts. He certainly knew the rules of the trade, that much was certain. Zordo would approve of the gifts and welcome the Zygerrian and his crew to the Azure Palace as his esteemed guests. Everything was going to fall nicely into place as the Hutt Cartel rose from the ashes of its predecessor. Vrossk inclined his head respectfully.
"We have an accord. The mighty Zordo will be most pleased. And you will not be dissssapointed, friend."
And with that, the Trandoshan turned on his heel, heading back to the spaceport where his ship was docked. It was time to return to Zordo and inform him of the good news. The makings of the cartel were beginning to bear fruit, it would seem.
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