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Post by Auri on Apr 9, 2019 11:38:57 GMT -8
Auri grinned at the idea of being "at home" on Kuat, she had liked the Hapans once because they had a proper respect for women, and the Kuatis had a similar style about them. Sipping at her mocktail she sat up a little taller, her back straightening and becoming a tiny bit more poised and deliberate with her actions as she thought about being a matriarch on Kuat. "I think I would like Kuat too, I think I would like a mansion with spralling grounds, a few men to do my chores and to sit and drink with my lady friends." Her voice became more clipped as she spoke, sounding like she had money. Strange, there had been a time in her life where she had been reasonably comfortable, few enough worries to rebel and be as wayward as teenagers could come. As the thoughts of that life spilled into her head, she blinked the illusion of the Kuati lifestyle slipping away and the memories of what had brought her to this life returning with a sudden onslaught of pain. She couldn't keep that from her face, as quickly as she tried to put the carefree mask back on she knew that for a second the pain ridden girl underneath had slipped free. The grin became a little more of a bittersweet smile. "This wasn't the place I ever chose to be part of, but for a long time I had no choice and now it is all I've got. Things are a lot better for me now than they once were, and one day maybe I can score big and find my way out of all this."
It was probably the most honest she'd ever been with anyone that was Dark, and he had gone and left her alone. It had taught her a lesson about trusting too easily, a mistake she wouldn't be repeating.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2019 6:14:16 GMT -8
Rioux could only chuckle as Auri began by liking a mansion and men around to do her chores. It was certainly a dream of many to have a life similar, but rarely did it ever come to pass, even for those who had the money to do so. But he said nothing as he leaned back on the bar a bit, her next words setting a new tone that he didn't expect.
He saw the change in her face, if only for a second. Was it pain? Or perhaps it was nothing more than realizing that such a wish was fantasy? When she continued on, her words about not having a choice and this being all she had resonated within his mind. It reminded him of his own past, though different from hers. Born of the Force, he grew up thinking he'd be a Jedi, that he'd accomplish something great within the galaxy. But within the early stages of his training, it became clear the potential people saw was but a facade, his connection to the Force weaker than most. As such, he would never become a Jedi, only be placed in one of the cores that aided the Jedi. To him, it was like being told he was worthless and thrown into something just so he'd be of some use. He couldn't stand the idea and left the Jedi and became a merc instead. At least in this line of work, he could do something.
Finally grabbing the glass from the bar, he took a quick swig as his voice became a bit quieter. There was no telling what the woman next to him might have thought, but it didn't matter as his tone suggested some semblance of apology and caring. "I understand a bit of what that's like. I was once shown a life that meant something, told I could be apart of it, only to watch as it was stripped away with everyone telling me I was basically useless."
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Post by Auri on Apr 13, 2019 8:33:57 GMT -8
"While I admit most men have faults they are rarely useless," Auri rested her hand gently on his arm in a mock show of sympathy, her face serious but her eyes full of laughter, "While the universe has jars, you'll always have a use." Smirking she sat back, she could pry and ask him to talk about his past, push at the seams more and see where they split, if she had intended to rob him she would have tried to slip more and more under his defences however she was treating him with more honesty. She really didn't care. Lives were harsh for everyone, every stranger had a sob story, perhaps it was Daddy didn't buy them a pony when they were nine, or their entire species had been reduced to handfuls of people stranded alone and out of time in the universe.
"You know what they say? When the universe gives you lemons, squeeze them into the universes cuts and make it cry."
Drinking her drink she started to rise, there was no way she was finding a better score here and doubtful there was anyone that knew about the smugglers so it was time to get going. "Well it has been nice meeting you Rioux, good luck on your hunt. Careful while you are hanging around dives like this, not every girl drugs their victims, most of them stab them in the back before they rob them blind." She pushed the glass onto the bar and slipped a cred after it for the barkeep, giving Rioux a parting smile as she turned to walk out the bar, curiosity as to the look on a mans face as she left would often make her want to turn around and glance, but the knowledge of the what it said for her never look back was far more of an incentive. So she slipped through the door without the slightest loss of focus on where she was going next.
Stepping out onto the street, the cold night had truly set in but the bustle of New Vertica was twentyfourseven, she had always felt that it was so much safer than places like Coruscant at night, the scum of New Vertica didn't care if it was night or day to rob you and so you were equally safe when ever it was. Auri turned towards Kojja's hangars, heading down the streets to get there so she could find the ship he'd lent her.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2019 10:39:13 GMT -8
Rioux lifted an eyebrow at her first words, curious as to the true thought behind what she said. Perhaps she was one who thought of women as the superior of the two races. He certainly had no feelings of feeling greater than women, but that each was equal and held their own advantages over the other. But they were thoughts that stayed in the back of his head as an amused mulling.
He couldn't help but chuckle though at her next words about squeezing lemon juice into the cuts of the universe. He was glad that he had come over to talk with her as he found the entertainment he sought. He never got the chance to speak though as Auri dismissed herself and headed out. He could only lean back on the bar and watch with a curious smile as she left. Even with what she said about drugging victims, he wasn't remotely inclined to stop her. He wasn't law enforcement, only a hunter bringing in targets for the money. As she disappeared from sight, he heard the crowd around him get louder, which directed his attention to the screens around them. It seemed that the Great Hunt was ready to get underway as he watched the Hutt hosting the event begin speaking to those gathered.
As the crowd went on, Rioux turned back to the bar and set his datapad on it and went through the bounty listings again. He doubted there would be any change, but one never knew. Taking a drink from his bottle, his pad dinged with the addition of a new bounty. Scrolling through, he found the added file and opened it. He noticed immediately that the bounty was high, around a million credits. Someone wished this person caught. A listing like that would bring mercs and hunters in by the dozens. Going further through the information, he got the information on a Hapan client, then down to the information on the target. After a few moments, he slammed his bottle down as he lifted the pad to verify what he saw. Turning back to the door, he waited only a moment before grabbing up his datapad and hurried out of the bar.
Auri had just popped up for a bounty for theft of a very valuable item: a necklace. Must have been quite important for the amount for her, but it didn't matter how or why. It was a major payday and he had just watched her vanish. He had an opportunity that couldn't be avoided. Exiting the bar, he looked around, hoping that she was somewhere close enough that he could see. However, she was quick, already well out of sight. Giving off a growl, he activated his eye, the gold orb spinning around in his socket before a red R started glowing. He then remembered she mentioned looking to join up with a smuggling crew. His best choice was heading to the spaceports and seeking her out there. Maybe somebody would know her or he'd find he meeting up with this crew. With that, he took off in a run towards the ports.
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Post by Auri on Apr 29, 2019 5:49:04 GMT -8
The hangar was busy. Everywhere you looked were droids and aliens of all kinds bustling and bleating. Kojja had a large number of people on his payroll, and this hunt seemed to have got all of them moving around and prepping their crafts. A medium sized freighter suddenly burst through the hangar doors, sweeping gusts of grime laden air around it. She recognised the ship as one of the hunters Kojja kept on retainer and wondered if he was here to hunt or to bring in his prize already. Pulling her jacket around her tighter as her hair whipped her face, momentarily blinding her and she stumbled over a small droid pushing crates across the ground. The whistle of indignation would have been a shock if it hadn't been so comical.
As she pushed her hair back from her face she half tripped and half staggered towards the hangar master, a twi'lek with a simultaneous bored and angry face. He didn't even look up from his datapad as she approached, but his bent head revealed the glint of a metal collar, a reminder of what she had once been and also Kojja's power that he trusted his property to run his buisnesses so far from his sight.
"Ma sareen?" His tone suggested a sarcasm she was impressed transcended species and language so well.
"Kojja sent me, he said he had a ship I could borrow for a job."
His eyes flicked up a moment, before looking back at his datapad, a slight smirk on his thin lips "Auri, ka?" She nodded, trusting that he would pick up on the movement. Tapping the pad, he pointed to a G9 Rigger parked near the hangar bay. Auri was surprised, she hadn't expected anything as comfortable. "Sahak Chir"
"Thanks."She didn't even try to hide the sarcasm in her voice, wondering why he seemed so amused by the words he'd chosen to bid her farewell with. Walking over to the ship she paused a moment as a familiar scarlet protocol droid stuttered past, "Hey, Red. Can you do me a favour?"
The droid turned, the look of permanent surprise all over his wide eyed metal face. "Auri, long time no see, I don't get to the club much any longer since I annoyed our master by telling him his dancers weren't happy with their pay."
"I'm not there myself much, look if a guy called Patrick comes by looking for me tell him I'm off to Talus and he's welcome to join me." Pushing her hair back again, she turned and climbed the ramp into the rigger, it didn't take long to prep it for pre-flight and then get clearance to leave the planet. She had no idea why Talus, she just had an instinct it was a place to go. The engine's shaky roar took her off up into the atmosphere, heading off world again.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2019 10:44:42 GMT -8
As Rioux made his way down the streets, he occasionally stopped people, asking if they had seen Auri. He gave them a complete description as to the woman's appearance, but for the most part, none were able to help him. Many seemed to keep to themselves and out of the business of others, which was only becoming a boon to him. Sure, he had reason to believe she was heading to the spaceport as his direction led him, but one never knew.
After so many attempts, he finally found some luck. While asking the question of an older gentleman who gave him nothing to go on, he felt a tug at his pants. looking down, he saw a small Twi'lek there. Kneeling down, he didn't even need to ask what she wanted as the moment they could look eye to eye, she gave him what he sought.
"I saw her, mister. I saw her."
He couldn't help but smirk slightly at the child's enthusiasm. Hopefully, the Twi'lek did she her and knew which way she went. "Tell me, child. Which way did she go?"
Pointing off in the distance, Rioux gave a nod before looking back down to the child. "Thanks. Here, take this." Reaching into his pouch, he removed a credit chip with a small amount of credits left on it. Excited by what the child received, the Twi'lek jumped a few times before running off. Standing, Rioux watched for only a moment before taking off in a run in the direction he had pointed down.
It was several minutes but eventually, Rioux made it to the spaceport. However, the direction he had been directed down had pushed him away from the casual area to a place that he could only expect to be a personal hangar. It would make things tougher, but he wasn't about to let her get away. He moved forward carefully, watching for any guards. For the most part, it seemed unguarded and people were still coming and going. Perhaps it was still an active part of the spaceport, just more under a particular person's control. It wasn't something he had time to question, just glad he'd be able to move in with relative ease.
Moving about, his eyes were alert. It was short, but he could have sworn he saw her boarding a ship. Before he could make his way through the crowd and to where she was, the ship had already departed. He cursed under his breath, knowing he had just missed her. The chances of finding her again were incredibly small. Just like that, a million creds had just slipped through his fingers. Grunting to himself, he turned to head back into the city. However, he looked over to those present in the hangar. He had one last chance. maybe the people here might know who she was and where she was bound. Directing himself back into the hangar, he went about asking for Auri.
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Post by Auri on May 8, 2019 11:59:28 GMT -8
The droid was about to leave the hangar to head back to Kojja's when a voice called out to him, "Leth!" The familiar Ryl tones of the Hangar Master was never a welcome sound, even Red hated to hear him. "Leth! Ootay Auri?"
Red turned and saw the smirking Twi'lek standing beside a youngish Mirialan male, "Ahhh you must be Patrick, I have a message for you I thought you were still at Kojja's, did you get tired of all the dancing ladies already?"
The protocol droid staggered his way across the hangar towards the male, trying to avoid the bustle of the droids and aliens all loading and unloading the ships around him. Eventually he stood closer to them and didn't need to shout his words as he guessed Auri didn't just want anyone to hear her plans.
"Yes, she said to tell Patrick, sorry You, that she was heading to Talus and you were welcome to join her there. I am sure she will be excited to see you are wanting to go with her, she hasn't travelled with Company since Dark left suddenly. I think that really upset her, though she tries to put a brave face on things. He was like a father to her, or more of a big brother maybe, he wasn't that much older I suppose. I guess when you have lost your entire family and most of your species then you get a bit attached to people. Probably why she wants you to stay with her. Anyway, I should let you get on your way, good travels. Nice to meet you too."
With that the droid turned and continued back out of the hangar.
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2019 8:01:03 GMT -8
Upon asking the Twi'lek about Auri, all he got in return was yelling across the hangar. However, it seemed to be of some help as he heard a droid calling out. The name was completely unfamiliar to him, but clearly, this droid thought his name was Patrick. It was the perfect way to figure out where Auri went without tipping anyone off as to why he was searching for her.
When asked about being tired with the dancing ladies, he gave a response as the droid moved over to him. "Yeah. It's enjoyable for a little while but doesn't really match genuine interaction without actually interested." With the droid next to him, the information as to Auri's location. He didn't know who this Patrick was, but clearly, it was someone she felt some form of connection with. Once Red had given him the message, Rioux gave a nod as the droid departed. He had a destination, which was good. All he needed now was a ship of his own.
Heading back to the major part of the spaceport, he began debating about the ship he'd get. He had already discussed prices with a few sellers, though only one really stood out to him. His intent was to keep browsing for a while before deciding but that option had just been stripped away. Moving towards the proper hangar, he saw the YT-2000 still sitting there. Finding the seller, he began discussing the price and the purchasing of the ship. It was thirty minutes before an agreement was come to and it was paid for. He'd have to work at changing the codes and name later. For now, he needed to get a move on.
Boarding the ship, he moved to the cockpit and began turning on all the systems. Once everything was green, the ship lifted off the ground and headed into orbit, his destination Talus.
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Post by Vasari on Jan 11, 2020 21:27:25 GMT -8
~New Vertica - Communications Outpost~All the communications outposts that held an up-link to the galactic holonet were controlled by either a local warlord, crime boss, or the Hutt Families on Nal Hutta, and the New Vertica outpost was no different. The various warring factions throughout the galaxy used the numerous up-links on Smuggler's Moon to get information in and out of this entire quadrant, and to do so they had to pay off, bribe, or threaten their way into outposts just like the one in New Vertica. Because of that... most of the outposts were guarded by thugs that feared their masters more than possible enemies - that and technicians.
Dralo-San had been plagued with terrible dreams for the past several nights, a green mist growing more and more in his mind, at first it was just a mist, and then came the voice. It began as a soft whisper in his dreams, and now he heard the voice in his waking hours as well. He had been looking over his shoulder for days, thinking he had been losing his mind and it had made him paranoid - as any sane person would. After the first week he stopped sleeping, days later he had taken spice for the first time to stay awake, and now he was feeling the withdraws from not being able to afford more... and so when the voice finally gave him a way for it all to end he wasn't too concerned with the risk.
His normal shift was the overnight, it paid the most and he always needed the money... all the voice asked for was a simple broadcast in communications - connecting an intergalactic comm relay through this hub and masking its transmission so it couldn't be traced to its place of origin. Of course he could have traced it himself had he been of a mind to do so, but once the connection had been made and buried and he had to do was ping the receiving end of the call, and any time his transmission signal, chain code, or registered ship ID was scanned entering or leaving Smuggler's Moon they would be made aware there was a secure message or comm relay waiting for them. The name meant nothing to Darlo-San some backwater smuggler, or gunfighter, spice runner, or warlord... it made no difference to him. All he wanted was for the voice in his head to be quiet... for his dreams to be peaceful once again.
It took him no time at all to bury the link, what took the most time was scrubbing his own security codes from the system in attempts to keep himself from being killed when the line was finally discovered - paranoia very well might serve him well here. He still didn't know why this was being asked of him... or who could have had the power to do it but he knew one thing... If he ever met this Galdaart Fel there would be blood spilled over the hell he had been put through for a simple holo call...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2020 8:51:31 GMT -8
The riches of the Hutt Cartel had not been bad on Nasir. Brand new ships, freshly constructed from Nal Hutta, now made up his fleet, no more composed with ragtag vessels nor captured and refurbished warships. His soldiers had better equipment and even battle droids to augment their forces. Fresh starfighters made up his squadrons and life certainly could not be better. With these upgrades, his ships were far more swift with their slaving raids on planets and piracy against merchant convoys. Plus, their hulls could carry far more than before and that only ensured more opportunity for wealth. As a result, Nar Shaddaa was alive with activity, all kinds of people desiring the captured wares and slaves at his disposal. His reputation had brought more slavers to seek this market. The capture of Kashyyyk had proven quite profitable.
The warlord wondered though... what came next?
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Dec 10, 2021 3:57:36 GMT -8
The ramp leading to the cargo hold of a YV-865 Aurore-class freighter that had landed naught but a few moments ago slowly opened. Two lines of living cargo, captives taken by the quintet of Zygerrian slavers, four of which were visibly armed with blasters. The fifth led the group, the controller for the shock collars and chains that were on each piece of their merchandise in one hand and a datapad in the other. Chains attached from the neck collars down to the handcuffs of each slave, then to the back of the collar of the slave in front of them. One line of the two was the usual assortment of species that was always in popular demand; a Twi'lek, several humans, a Wookie. The second line, that was different, though less diverse. A valuable haul of children to be traded away in the slave markets. Children could be taught, trained, brainwashed. Once you removed them from their culture, homes, families and everything else that kept them tied to what they had, they were like lumps of clay that could be molded. It took time and patience, as they were near blank slates, but there were many who would pay a high price for a good canvas with which to do what they wanted.
The leading Zygerrian flipped around his datapad and handed it to be scanned by the customs officer waiting at the bottom of the ramp, who began reading through the "cargo" manifest. Slavery in many places was illegal, but in Hutt Space it was business. Business that the Hutt Cartels and gangsters allowed to happen on their moon; for a cut of their own, of course. One could try their luck selling slaves on their own to keep the profits, but that had its own set of risks. You could be taken out by a rival slaver wanting to steal your merchandise. Or worse, attacked by an anti-slaving vigilante. It could still happen here, but under the watchful...benevolence...of the Hutts, it was far less likely to occur. Even with the fees for importing their merchandise the Zygerrian leader knew they would still make a profit.
The lead Zygerrian turned around as he felt a burning sensation in the back of his furry head. He looked over the lines of slaves. His eyes caught the dark void of the hidden features of a fully garbed Tusken youngling, at the end of the line of children. Most of their cargo had their eyes averted down to the floor or the side, the results of a broken spirit, but even though he could not make out the eyes of this youngling, he could feel the eyes that were attempting to stare holes into his skull. They had little information on the species that the child belonged to, but that was not necessarily a bad thing. They had tried to remove the younglings clothing to identify it's characteristics, but it had fought like a rabid cornered beast, and they did not want to risk damaging it or accidentally killing it if it's species' biology was too weak for stun bolts. It was of little concern to him, though. Collectors or eccentrics often paid a premium for rare stock. Whoever bought this one would have their hands full breaking it's spirit. Again, not his concern. Some buyers even preferred them to still have some fight left in them.
The customs officers scanned a barcode on the datapad after reading through everything, plugging a datastick into the top. After it beeped, the customs worker handed both the datapad and datastick to the Zygerrian "Take them to the auction stockades. Use the datastick to track their lot numbers and claim your payment when each is sold." Dropping the datastick into the inside shirt pocket of his vest, the Zygerrian turned to his four partners and nodded his head in the direction they needed to go. It would be a long day of waiting for their lot to be sold off entirely. After they dropped them off at the stockades they would spend the rest of the day getting drunk.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 10, 2021 6:29:41 GMT -8
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Nar Shaddaa, a satellite of the great Nal Hutta and paradise of vice for those that dabbled in such things. Though believe it or not, it wasn't the plethora of depravities and fine cuisine of sin that drew the Hungering One to the Smugglers Moon, but business. Oh, he had partaken in his fair share of debauchery and excess upon arriving a few days earlier, but that was all just an added bonus of his intended purpose. The real reason he was here was for slaves, or rather, child slaves. He had tried his luck at gathering a few while raiding worlds like Kesh and Varonat, but it seemed more often than not that the parents responsible for said desired offspring typically put them down themselves rather than submit them to the saurian Sith's reputation of, well...it needn't be mentioned in polite company. Suffice it to say he was known for his dark indulgences galaxy wide, even if his reputation had diminished somewhat in the years he had been gone. 'Better dead' they said, than belonging to the Great Devourer.
A wide berth was given to a grotesque figure strolling casually through the slave markets, the audible click-clacking of toe talons on the filth strewn duracrete pavement announced his arrival before eyes could be turned to look in his direction. When they had the misfortune to do so, what they saw was a black scaled barabel clad in a robe of tanned human-skin, stretched faces belonging to a number of beings that had the ill-luck to come into contact with the saurian Sith, now stitched together to create a garment that was perhaps his one true vanity. Blackflies buzzed about his body, drawn to the rotting attire. Light glinted from a serrated length of metal that capped the barabel's long tail, swishing from side to side behind him, glistening in its poison coating. Blood red orbs peered across the market, delighted by the curious assortment of 'wares' made available by morally bankrupt flesh merchants. Scurrying beside the mad alchemist was his faithful ranat assistant, whose name he couldn't quite recall, garbed in a set of tattered rags that covered little of its verminous scab ridden body. It kept just out of reach of his tail, knowing full well the extra appendance had a mind of its own and was prone to swatting anyone that dared draw near. Dragus' reptilian rasp could be heard as he strolled across the market, misting flecks of blood from bleeding gums with every spoken word.
"...and then Mortale pullz out of the dead girl and sayz, necromancy? That'z not what I heard. Siss siss siss!" He cackled cruelly as he told his joke, wiping a tear from his eye with a clawed finger. "You should have ssseen the look on the face of that dead girl'z mother. Pricelesss! Siss siss siss!" The saurian Sith leered at his rodent companion, who returned his venomous glare with a twitch of its whiskers and an otherwise blank stare. Now scowling, he swatted at the ranat with his toxic tail, only to have it dart just out of reach. It had played this game before. He offered a shrug and continued. "Well I sssuppose you had to be there."
Returning his attention to the market, he eyed several spiritually broken creatures in shackles. His furry companion chittered beside him in rapidly spoken rat-speak, practically indecipherable to one without an ear for it. Though he mostly wasn't listening, he raised a scaled brow at one of the suggestions his verminous assistant offered.
"A wookiee!? Are you mad? You get them wet one time and you'll never get that sssmell out. No, sssomething with nimble fingerz I think will do bessst."
So it was that the Hungering One passed by the Zygerrians first row of displayed offerings, examining the others with vague curiosity. He didn't want to seem too interested, otherwise he might find the price doubled. Not that it was going to be a problem either way...
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Dec 10, 2021 21:01:16 GMT -8
The looks of dejection among those behind the cage bars of the stockade pens for display was only interrupted by the abject horror as they were ordered to raise their heads for inspection by the latest prospective buyer. The collection of new arrivals had been examined, prodded, and made spin around already by a number of the clientele. But the one currently stalking their enclosure was like a predator stalking prey, and a base instinct in their minds awakened telling them they did not want to be sold to this being. The fear, to say the very least, was palpable. Though that may have also been excrement from one of the slaves soiling themselves.
The auctioneer of this slave-house was a rather rotund bald human, devoid of any hair on his face; save for a black as void, fake looking circle goatee that visibly separated from his skin in places as it crossed over the folds of his five chins and the cheap adhesive he used was undone by the copious amounts of sweat that poured from his body. The auctioneer did not seem as wary of the Barabel as the slaves were, as he had been around this place long enough and seen enough to become desensitized to people whom he thought were putting on airs to seem tough or intimidating. While something seemed a bit too real about the faces on the robe the reptilian being, he chalked it up to a very elaborate cosplay. He approached the saurian and injected himself into the conversation, picking up with the being's comment about wet Wookies. "Yes, the smell of the furry ones can be...overwhelming. I've heard some of our clients like to shave them bald. Helps with the shedding, and truly...truly shows them that they have no will of their own." Feigning deep thought with a cross-eyed look on his face as he "pondered" the saurian's desire for swift hands, the auctioneer stroked his fake goatee, tilting his entire upper body several times in lieu of nodding his head; as his neck was so fat that he was incapable of the action. A skilled veteran of the slave trade, he knew immediately what the Barabel was looking for: children. He had no qualms with selling younglings, but he found that many buyers tended to skirt the issue, dropping hints of instead of being direct. Leftover taboos that guided actions subconsciously. The auctioneer had long ago grown tired of those games, but always tried to play along. After all, he would receive a cut of the profits of the slaves he sold at his auction house for mediating any business. If he could get anyone to pay more, he would in turn get a larger percentage. "Well, in the adult stock we have a few Twi'lek females. They're always a favorite, of course. Slender fingers....and bodies..." With audible grunting, the auctioneer shifted the weight of his gargantuan frame from one side to the other, rocking himself to use the momentum to walk. Moving down the side of the cages, he gestured with a short chubby arm to a trio of Twi'lek women. The man grinned, showing only his upper row of teeth, widening his eyes and winking.
The auctioneer let the Barabel pretend to look over the Twi'leks for a moment before frowning and turning himself side to side to do his equivalent of shaking his head. He clicked his tongue in disapproval, with an nice sprinkle of understanding. "Not quite to your liking, eh?" The auctioneer brought a stubby arm up as far as it would go to his face, only reaching the lowest of his five chins to stroke and play with the bottom curlies of his fake facial hair. "Well, there are the humans, but they tend to break easily. Not quite the quality you'd be looking for." Placing his hands on his hips and leaning forward, his large gut slightly overflowing from the bottom of the girdle he was wearing beneath his shirt. Take a deep breath to suck his folds back in before readjusting, he again started waddling further down the line. "We did get in a few children just today as well. They take a little more training, and start off a bit more fragile than your grown human, but they are durable and don't eat as much. If you want something long term as a house servant, starting younger is usually better. The wrinkles in their brains aren't filled with nonsense like freedom or escaping, so long as you train them properly." Stopping at the collection of collared and chained younglings, the auctioneer again gestured with a flabby arm at the array of merchandise. "Fresh from one of our regulars."
In the cage were about ten children. There were five humans, a Rodian, two Zabraks, an Ithorian, and lastly the Tusken youngling. Several were crying, while others seemed to be dissociating from their current circumstance in a way akin to shell shock, a defense mechanism to the trauma they had recently experienced. The auctioneer licked his lips enticingly before going over the wares he had. "I know that I spoke ill of the adult human stock, but the children have the advantage of being mold-able. Kind of a jack-of-all trades kind of deal. They can be trained to do just about anything. The only downside is that as they get older they get a bit rebellious, notably more so than other species. You can beat it out of them, but some are never as effective as they were afterwards." The auctioneer began listing the qualities of the other species. "The Zabraks are similar, but tend to have aggression issues, especially in the males. Ithorians are rare, but tend to be high maintenance and limited in their abilities. Rodians are...well...Rodians. Rather dull and safe, I suppose. And that one..." The auctioneer squinted his bulbous eyelids and leaned forward again, almost losing his balance as he tried to discern what species exactly the fully clothed youngling belonged to. With a scoff he pulled out a comically tiny datapad in comparison to his fat and swollen hand and fingered through the information. He nodded his body as if he knew all along. "Ah, yes. A 'Tusken.' I don't believe we've ever seen one of them here before. The seller has it noted as stubborn and aggressive, and what little anthropologists have committed to the holonet leads me to believe that may be a trait of the species. Native to....Tatooine. Backwater world. No wonder. I'd be angry if I lived on a world with two suns as well." The auctioneer felt the stare coming from the fully cloth-covered youngling and made a mocking face in return, but slowly stopped as the shroud covered face of the Tusken stared blankly back. It gave him a strange feeling, just like the Barabel's robe. Not fear, but just a bit of uneasiness. The auctioneer brushed those feelings aside to continue with his customer.
The auctioneer wobbled a step closer to the Barabel, leaning forward just enough so that his girdled gut awkwardly caressed the saurian. The sweat drenched collar around what was supposedly the man's neck wreaked a foul stench that betrayed his exceedingly poor diet, but in the man's eyes there was a different kind of hunger. "You know, if you would like...I can do a more of a...direct transaction. If you'd rather not take your chances in the general auction. If you don't want to compete for your pick. I can...lose the paperwork? Sometimes merchandise is...damaged....and has to be disposed of. Can't sell them damaged...For the right price of course..." The incredibly corpulent man licked his lips again as he awaited an answer.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 11, 2021 6:21:50 GMT -8
"I sssee." "Yez, of courssse." "Hmmm, perhapz." As the portly chap went through the motions leading to a potential sale, Dragus followed suit by 'humming' and 'hawing' over the wares, feigning disinterest in the others as the fellow brought him exactly where he wanted to be. Taking the bars of the cage in his clawed hands, he leaned in and inhaled deeply through his slit nostrils, sampling the delectable scent of despair that wafted from the enclosure. Scaled lips split to reveal an open maw full of razor sharp daggers, while a forked tongue slithered between salivating curved incisors and flicked the air, heightening the experience as he got a complete exposure to the pungent flavor. Hot rancid breath wafted from his maw as thick ropes of steaming saliva dripped over his lips and down his chin, filling the space with the rank stench of spoiled meat. His reptilian eyes, however, held only one of the children in his near-hypnotic gaze.He had felt it the moment he had entered the market. A myriad of dark emotions mixed in a delightful symphony heard only by those with senses finely attuned to the vile music of the malevolent fey. There was fear, obviously, but there was so much more beyond that. Anger, resentment, longing, hopelessness...but all of it paled when compared to the sheer 'rage' he detected coming from the tusken child presented last. That was something precious to be nurtured and allowed to develop further. He was fairly certain he couldn't detect any Force sensitivity at first inspection, but even so the insidious whispers of evil prophecy violated his mind with visions of blood and sand. The Hungering One knew in that moment he had to possess her.Releasing the bars he turned from the cage and regarded the auctioneer with a an indecisive expression, stroking his scaled chin with a clawed hand as he appeared to be mulling over his decision. Slowly his other hand lowered to his hip and peeled back his festering robe, scattering botflies as he reached towards a pouch on his hip hanging from a belt fashioned from sinew, thrumming his finger talons over the container to elicit the 'clink' of credits found within. Exuding a small degree of mental pressure, the saurian Sith nodded his head and responded. "I would be amenable to sssuch an arrangement, though I am certain you underssstand my need for dissscretion." He offered a knowing wink. "Pleassse, let'z ssspeak further in your office." Where initially he gently brushed the corpulent apparent human/hutt hybrid's thoughts with a delicate stroke of his dark will, now his desire flowed like a rushing deluge from a broken dam."Yes..." The auctioneer responded almost robotically, a victim of his own greed and lack of mental fortitude. Oh, he might have been able to see through a simple mind trick, but this sort of mental intrusion was Dragus' bread and butter. The fat man's brain was putty in his talons. "...let's speak in my office."Whistling a wicked tune, the black scaled barabel followed the pudgy auctioneer through the market and into an adjoining structure, casually strolling through an open portal, catching the door with his tail on the way in and swinging it shut.Five minutes or so later. The door to the auctioneer's office swung open and out stepped the saurian Sith, dabbing at his lips with a scrap piece of tattered cloth that looked oddly similar to the shirt the rotund human had been wearing, sweat stains and all. His ever-faithful ranat assistant scurried to his side and chittered in rat-speak. Temporarily sated, Dragus met the beady eyes of his companion with the blood red orbs of his own, sneering in amusement. "A deal haz been ssstruck. Now let'z collect our latessst acquisssition." He twirled a ring of keys in one claw while he played with a remote in the other, attempting to discern how it operated while he returned to the enclosure containing the children. As he tapped a talon on the remote, all throughout the market slaves jumped and shrieked as their collars were activated seemingly at random. Scowling in frustration, the sinister scaled one tossed the remote over his shoulder, causing his sentient rodent servant to leap and catch it with a gnarled paw.Now standing at the door of the cage yet again, he inserted one of the keys from the set into an obvious hole and turned over the lock, allowing the cage door to slowly swing inward with a shrill metallic creak."Hello darlingz." Said the mad alchemist to the children with a gore smeared smile. |
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Dec 11, 2021 22:33:51 GMT -8
From the sets of cages both adult and youngling could not help but watch as the auctioneer left with the Barabel and Ranat. The fear of being chosen by the fearsome being subsided, at least slightly. Hope in each individual slave's mind took hold of not being the saurian's choice, which then turned to a sort of prayer to an array of deities. There was whispering among the prisoners over what exactly the reptilian had been looking for. The adults, all too knowing based on what had been overheard of the interaction between the buyer and auctioneer. The great relief they felt that they were not to be sold to someone that even with a cursory glance instilled fear was soon replaced with a hopeless guilt due to the realization that some poor youngling, or multiple, would soon be at the mercy of such an individual.The whispering came to an abrupt stop as the slaves' collars activated, several falling over at the pain, clawing at the devices to no avail. Screaming and crying out until the electrocution stopped as suddenly as it had began. Many of the child captives remained on the ground longer than others, their young bodies not used to the sensation of the collars. One of the Zabrak younglings had managed to remain upright and yelled something out in zabraki, causing several of the other child slaves to move toward the rear of the cage. Those that were too slow were dragged by the others by their connected chains. It was an unorganized resistance, but the children were not experienced or strong enough to mount more than a fake show of strength. The false sense of security of larger numbers was a powerful thing to those who did not know what they were facing.Naan struggled for breath after the shock from the collar ceased. The Tusken child had fallen to her knees, but used the bars to her back to help prop herself upright once more. The Tusken had remained silent throughout the collars inflicted pain, gritting her teeth until she thought she would break her jaw. She shoved her gloved fingers between the cloth covering her neck and the slave collar trying to remove the device yelling out not in pain, but in an intense anger as she was unsuccessful in prying the collar loose. She heard one of the other children yell out, but before she could react the Tusken was pushed tight against the bars by the small bodies of the other younglings swarming together against the back of the cell for protection from the imposing and frightening being as the cell door slowly creaked open.Kr'Naan pushed and shoved to try and get room, but the chains attached that were attached to the manacles that connected both to her slave collar and the youngling slave directly in front of her limited her movement. Her legs being the only fully free part of her, she lifted them up and placed them in the back of one of the other slave children, pressing her back tighter against the bars behind her for more support, shoving her feet hard. Like reverse bowling pins several of the children flew forward, with others dragged by the bonds linking them to one another, including the Tusken child. What had turned into a defensive pseudo-formation quickly devolved into an all out brawl between the Tusken child and several of the other children. Fueled by an intense anger and hatred of not only her situation, but of those her people deemed as outsiders, Kr'Naan began beating the other youth she had fallen on top of; the Zabrak who had called out to the other children earlier, and the one she was linked directly to, in the back of the head with the flat bottom-edge of the metal cuffs. The Tusken was screaming in her native language, though none here would be able to understand it."C'Urk Rk'R R'Rr Cr'Ruk!? Rk'Kr'Kf! Urk'Uk!""What are you doing!? Attack! Fight!" The nearest children moved and grabbed at the arms of the Tusken in an attempt to stop the seemingly feral and incoherently screaming sand person to stop, dragging the others that were tethered to them along for the ride. It quickly devolved into a writhing flurry of blows, twisted limbs and screams of pain as the children devolved into fighting one another, with several at least attempting to focus on the Tusken who had started it all, when they were able to gain enough slack and traction to reach her from the others who were also in fights of their own or trying to avoid the fight and stay away from the large black-scaled Barabel and ranat watching.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 12, 2021 13:55:53 GMT -8
As the children began to turn on their brothers and sisters in captivity, attempting to pulverize and beat one another bloody with their shackles and chained appendages, a harsh throaty cackle escaped escaped the dagger filled maw of the Hungering One. Their desperation had devolved into selfish savagery, an all too often occurrence among the pathetic mewling peons that populated the galaxy, when they should have been working together to secure their freedom. It was equal parts delightful and delicious. "Yez, yez! Kill one another! Siss siss siss!" He reached into the flayed folds of his fleshy garment seeking his lightsaber, fully intent on tossing it into the scuffle to see if it would heighten the potentially fatal scene unfolding before him, though he was stopped midway by a tug on his robe. Casting his demonic gaze downwards, he saw his verminous assistant holding on to the edge of his cloak. The sentient rodent chittered rapidly in panicked rat-speak, quick to remind its insatiable master of the reason for their visit. Hissing, he bared his fangs at the creature, yellow incisors glistening with a coppery tasting mixture of blood and saliva. It darted back and cowered, which served to please Dragus enough to reconsider eating him.On occasion he had made a meal of the fast breeding disease spreaders before. In addition to a rather disappointing flavour, they also tended to be full of parasites, likely something to do with the squalor of their burrows. It gave him the worst indigestion.Returning to his senses, he regarded the child cage match taking place before him and recognized it would be necessary to intervene, lest he find his much needed slave somewhere else. Frankly he didn't have that sort of time to spare. Entering the enclosure, he again laid claws on the hilt of his hook ended lightsaber and took it into his scaled left hand, thumbing the ignition stud with a curved talon.Snap/Hisssssssssssssss! A crimson energy blade lanced from the emitter as the lightsaber shrieked to life, eliciting a near-deafening wail that could be heard for several city blocks. The dragite crystal used in its construction created a blade that resonated when struck, but also seemed to scream upon activation, distorting the air with ear rupturing sound waves. He strode forwards towards the struggling tusken girl, grabbing one of the other children hammering away at her and flinging the unfortunate slave aside, which in turn dragged several of the child slave's fellows along with it. He then raised his furious shrieking blade over his shoulder, appearing to look ready to eviscerate the child of sand and savagery, bringing the deadly weapon down in one powerful stroke. Yet instead of carving and cooking flesh, the deadly energy blade seared through the shackles binding Kr'Naan'Kar's hands, resonating as it struck and shattering the cuffs encircling her wrists.All that activity drew the attention of the other frequenters of the slave market. Zygerrians, trandoshans, and gran of all scum spawned flavour took notice of what was transpiring at the child enclosure. Rifles were raised and vibro-lashes unfurled. The air stank of scorched ozone as blaster bolts began to pelt the scene, striking the metal bars and vicinity around the Great Devourer, sizzling hot death. All that he ignored, instead focusing on the tusken whose unique features were masked from him by layers of cloth. A clawed hand was thrust forwards, extended towards the girl.<< Come with me, child. >> He whispered in her mind, not with words but with intention.
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Dec 12, 2021 21:02:40 GMT -8
Kr'Naan had been in fights before, the vicious lifestyle on Tatooine demanding even the women of the Tusken people be trained in combat, even if only to protect the village and offspring while the men went to hunt. She was still young, several years too soon to be considered an adult woman, but learning the skills necessary for adulthood began years ago. The Tusken child was still just that however; and though she had a slight advantage in comparison to some of the other children in terms of training, when it came to the fight it had quickly become rather lopsided against her favor due to the more numerous opponents. Kr'Naan had been taken to the ground and held down by two of the larger children while the other Zabrak, perhaps the sibling of the one she had beaten and was lying motionless with the back of his head bleeding, pounded at with his own cuffs.The only saving grace was that the thickness of her cloth attire offered some protection against the blunt attacks, though she still felt every strike. She felt something warm trickle down her head and into her left eye and her vision became blurred with edges of black encroaching upon the sight of the Zabrak child on top of her, raising his metal shackles for what may be a final blow, closing her eyes. Her soul called out pleading for some sort of divine intervention promising away anything and everything of herself that it would take for her to wreak fury on those she wanted to make suffer. Her prayers were answered by a shriek, coupled with a hue of crimson lightsaber bathing all within its range with its light. The pressure of the other children atop her lifted.Kr'Naan opened her eyes. Now standing over her was the black-scaled Barabel who had a moment ago been egging on the fight, who had been talking with the auctioneer of the slave auction house. She had not gotten a good look at the reptilian being before, her anger directing her sight at the obese human and giving her tunnel vision, only seeing the Barabel in the periphery of her rage-clouded vision. It was an very dread inducing sight to see the awesome saurian standing over the Tusken child, raising its clawed hand which held the crackling blade of energy. She instinctively raised her arms up to shield herself from the blow, but as her bonds were separated she stared between her now separated restraints at the eyes of the Barabel, who extended a taloned hand for her to take. Kr'Naan felt a pressure in her mind wooing her to take hold of that hand and have her life changed forever.From Kr'Naan's perspective time seem to freeze as the blaster fire began to strike the area around them. Had her prayers been answered? This was not a god but a demon, offering a dark bargain whose awe-inspiring appearance was closer to the tales told by her tribe's Storyteller of the darkness which came to those who broke the taboos of their people. Was this one of those unholy, cursed revenants? Brought forth by her desperation like a Krayt dragon smelling blood upon the sands of its hunting grounds? For what seemed like an eternity to the Tusken youngling but was only microseconds in reality, Kr'Naan hesitated. The sudden and intense fear of the unsureness of the terms of what may very well be her trading away her soul in whatever pact her scaled savior offered gave her this pause.She would take it. Kr'Naan reached up, fighting through the fear keeping her laying on her back, and took a tight hold of the squamous being's hand. Her grip was strong, like someone sinking into quicksand whose hand had found purchase of something to keep them aloft just in time before their head fell beneath the dunes. The only other option being to stay down and die, she would choose to live...no matter the consequences.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 13, 2021 6:46:44 GMT -8
Enclosing his clawed mitt around the tusken's much smaller hand, Dragus hauled Naan to her feet and released her just as a bolt of super heated blaster gas deflected off the bars of the cage and struck his right shoulder, filling the enclosure with the stench of crackling flesh as his robe of human-hide burned. He turned his snout and looked at the damage, snarling as it donned on him his otherwise pristine attire was now marred. In two quick swipes from right to left, he swung his crimson blade across the bars of the cage, then back again, searing through the iron like a warm knife through blue butter. Before the freed metal bars had time to fall to the ground, his right claw came up, palm turned upwards. A half dozen metal poles with ends still glowing orange hovered in the air and rotated roughly ninety degrees on the vertical axis. He then squeezed his upraised claw and sent the glowing spears of iron hurtling towards the slavers taking pot shots at the enclosure and those within. Screams of shock and terror were short lived as the searing ends of metal poles impaled several of the foolish attackers, most lucky to be killed upon contact rather than linger with grievous injury.
Outside the cage, his ranat assistant had hurled itself upon one of the nearing slavers, a zygerrian with a nasty looking cudgel in his hand. The alien barely had time to raise it as the verminous minion clawed the man's eyes out with several swipes of its gnarled paws and bit off the end of his nose with its fangs. Meanwhile the saurian Sith stepped over the smoking ends of the cage bars and casually deflected blaster bolts back at the beings that fired them, effectively shielding the tusken girl behind, not through intention but rather simply because he was big and she was small. He reached into the folds of his robe with his right claw and retrieved a glass globular container full of a condensed liquid. In one cast of his arm he hurled the glass globe towards a group of trandoshans firing concussion rifles and watched with glee as the glass shattered upon impact with the ground and rapidly released a cloud of poison fog. Lizard men clutched at their throats as their lungs turned to liquid in their chests and blood poured from their eyes. An unfortunate result was that several of the slaves in nearby pens were also subjected to the gas, dying in gruesome fashion, including two of the previously mentioned twi'leks that contorted backwards as they died, brain tails touching the backs of their bare feet as their hands reached for one another and seemed to meld into one being as they were obscured from sight by the toxic mist. Such a twistedly beautiful sight provided the Hungering One with inspiration for another project he was working on, though that's neither here nor there. It was clear to him as he walked through the slave market he was quickly transforming into a sea of death and ruin, that it would be prudent to vacate the premises.
"Time to be on our way, I think." He hissed, plunging the serrated blade that capped his unusually long tail into a rusting manhole cover in the center of the market. With a grunt, his muscular appendage ripped the iron disc free and launched it towards a rushing gran with a vibro-cleaver raised over its shoulder, separating the alien's three eyed head from its neck with a wet rip of meat and bone. The momentum of the headless corpse's charge carried it forwards towards the saurian Sith, before plunging into the hole in the ground partly responsible for its demise, while its weapon skidded on the floor towards the tusken. A wet splash sounded and a gust of humid putrescence rose from the sewer entrance and warmed Dragus' scales with grimy air. Even so, more and more armed and violence incited slavers began to flood the market. Snapping his talon tipped fingers, he drew the attention of his rodent follower who was in the midst of chewing off a dead zygerrian's ear. The ranat looked to the Hungering One and then to the hole at his feet, understanding completely. This was of course their usual method of travel. It scurried towards Dragus and Naan, dodging blaster bolts as it scampered nearer and plunged into the terribly smelling opening with another wet splash and gust of filthy warm air.
Shrieks sounded with each resonation of the crimson blade, more frequent as more and more blaster bolts were intercepted, almost beyond the Hungering One'e capacity to manage. His blade capped tail curved and bent, pointing at the sewer hole for Naan's sake and obviously indicating that was the way they'd be leaving.
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Post by Kr'Naan'Kar on Dec 13, 2021 23:04:38 GMT -8
Before she could fully question the ramifications of her accepting the help of her scaled liberator, the Tusken watched with dumbstruck awe as the scaly monster cut through the bars and levitated them with nothing but his will. It immediately struck her as a gift similar to the sorceries of the shamans of her people; those blessed by Tatooine, and by extension the gods themselves, to manipulate its energies in ritual and battle...but this was no shaman of her people. Kr'Naan kept close behind the Barabel as he began to move forward, bringing more chaos and death as he did so. Not knowledgeable of things such as Jedi or Sith, she believed the acts she saw committed by this being, this dark one of pain, death and destruction, could in no way be a mortal.
As indiscriminate violence was wrought to all around them, she felt a sinking weight in her stomach at the realization that she just might have really struck a deal with some ancient avatar of revenge. Still, the Tusken did not feel regret for guilt for the demise of any of those around her; instead she felt a satisfaction at the thought that she was at least in some way responsible for this depraved retribution. It was terrifying, but in an fascinatingly pleasing way. Taking advantage of the serendipitous death of the Gran, Kr'Naan lifted the vibrocleaver from the ground where it had stopped. The large weapon was a little unwieldy, but surprisingly light for a weapon of its size. It was no gaderffii, the Tusken weapon of choice, but it would have to do for now. With one hand she held the handle of the weapon while the other held it up by one of the three aeration holes cut into the spine of the blade. The weapon being almost as long as the Tusken youngling was tall, the grip made it more scythe-like than cleaver.
As the chaos grew with the influx of slavers, mercenaries, guards and other ilk with investment in the auction house Kr'Naan, swarming the trio of Barabel, Tusken and Ranat. Seeing the rodent humanoid dive into the sewer and the motion of the bladed tail of the black reptoid for her to follow, Kr'Naan made a move. Using the large cleaver as a shield to block the incoming bolts that the caterwauling lightsaber missed, though few, she made her way to the hole in the floor, taking a split second to look down, repulsed by the stench.
The hesitation in the child was a moment too long, causing the Barabel to roughly shove the Tusken forward with his tail; thrusting her into the filth of waste, trash and excrement. She fell down losing grip of the vibrocleaver, the metal blade clanging against the inside of the sewer before landing flat in the waste with a sickening splat and partially submerging beneath the murky liquids. It was immediately followed by a thick-sounding smack of the uli-ah back flopping as she impacted the same sewage. Scrambling to lift herself from the horrendous smelling fluids that ran along the bottom of the large circular tunnel, which her clothes were now absolutely soaked in and regain the wind that had been knocked from her small frame. It was an action that was instantly accompanied by the young girl retching as the foul miasma reached her nostrils through her facial covering. Having not eaten in some time nothing came up, and she shook her head furiously to focus on the matter at hand, searching the turbid and viscous surroundings for the weapon Her search was interrupted by an almost superior-sounding, laughter-like chittering coming from the Ranat assistant, who looked down on the Tusken on her hands and knees as she waded around in the muck of the sewer. The rat-like humanoid held the vibrocleaver upside down with the end in the floor, leaning its weight on the large edged weapon, using it as a mocking support for itself.
As Kr'Naan reached for the large weapon the Ranat swatted her hand away, clicking its tongue. The loathsome creature raised a crooked and calloused finger and shook it disapprovingly at the Tusken as the creature waiting for its master to descend from above.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 14, 2021 1:49:56 GMT -8
Even as death closed in around them, the child of sand and sun had required an extra bit of motivation to get her on her way. He cackled in amusement after having 'assisted' her into the sewer, but his humour was short lived as it was now himself alone against the oncoming horde of disgruntled slavers, swatting away another barrage of blaster bolts. Once more he reached into his robe with his free hand, finding his second and final glass globe, which he tossed high up into the air. Before it landed, another melee wielding slaver was on him, this time a muscular zygerrian with a fiendish looking axe. The slaver charged Dragus, raising the hefty weapon over his head as he prepared to swing it down and split the barabel in two. Instead the zygerrian found his belly split open as the saurian Sith raked his razor sharp claws across the alien's stomach, easily parting flesh. He then thrust the very same hand into the zygerrian's guts and grabbed a handful of intestines, before deactivating his lightsaber and dropping down through the sewer opening at his feet, using the gooey rope of entrails to control his descent into the putrid mire below. He landed with a splash, yanking on the digestive rope to drag the zygerrian's body down over the opening just as the glass globe finally fell to the ground and shattered. Their escape into the sewers was now concealed by a deadly cloud of poison, and even the enraged slavers were not prepared to risk the miasma after seeing its earlier effects.
"Well..." Rasped Dragus, straightening himself out as he secured his lightsaber hilt within the fleshy folds of his robe. "...that went better than usssual." He looked up at the sewer opening above, now jammed with a disemboweled zygerrian, its skin blackening as the gas above began to rot and wilt the corpse. "That ought to buy uz sssome time, but bessst we make our way to the ship." It was dark in the sewer, though that wasn't much of an obstacle for the Hungering One and his minion. Both ranat and barabel relied more on their sense of smell than actual physical sight. That said, the same might not be true for the tusken girl, and since he didn't feel like carrying her or leading her by hand... He stepped forwards and grasped his verminous assistant's wiry tail in a clawed hand and passed it to Naan, before nudging her forwards with his own thicker scaled fifth appendage. Chittering complaints in fast spoken rat-speak, the ranat began to lead the way down the sewer tunnel.
As they walked, a tide of smaller vermin waded through the putrid waters between their feet. Dragus reached down and wrapped his claws around one particularly large sewer rat, then brought the squirming rodent to his open maw and sunk his teeth into it, ripping it in half with a meaty wet squelch. He chewed the portion in his mouth with gusto, savoring the fresh snack while some of its juices seeped out from between his incisors. "Mmmm, that waz jussst what I needed to get the tassste of that human out of my mouth. Usssually I'm partial to them but that lassst one waz all grissstle and fat. I prefer a leaner cut." He was about to eat the second half of the sewer rat when it occurred to him that the slave girl might require sustenance as well. It wouldn't do to have her drop dead before she could complete the task he had acquired her for. He turned over his palm and extended the rear portion of the sewer vermin towards the tusken, its tail dangling between his finger talons. "Rat?" He inquired, offering the slimy morsel to her.
What probably should have but hadn't quite donned on him was why the rats were scurrying in the direction they were going, almost as if they were fleeing something...
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