SonOfTheo
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ooc: paging @Dran Mardel as I'm sure you'll see if you read this post, we appear to have had very similar ideas for a mission on Ryloth about busting up the slave trade. I've been planning this since about the 20th, but just hadn't gotten around to it because of the holidays. I've seen your thread and ordinarily I'd have stayed off from writing a mission just like that, but you've been inactive since New Years. If you wanna yell at me/reconcile our story lines a bit, PM me!
PS: @soed I'm finally getting the thread up! In case you're not active I'm leaving Torin's involvement vague and starting another way than we agreed upon, but I can segue to Vas meeting with Torin like we talked about fairly easily after a certain point. Sorry if you miss it, I feel bad about putting it off. Again, holidays. Anyway cheers and thanks for being patient with me.
After the anti-slavery rioting in [that one square] on the Void, Vas had foolishly offered the Accord his services as a mercenary willing to help them break or otherwise jeopardize the slave trade on the planet Ryloth. He had phrased this poorly, starting by admitting to one Bria Tsuani, the cybernetic top dog cop on the Void, that he had once had dealings in the slave industry. He'd promised to right his wrongs and redeem his father's wrongs, starting with contacting an old friend.
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So, it started with a shuttle ride to the Rylothic capital on Artemis' dime. Despite Vas warnings that she was rich, human, attractive, important to Accord as their lead medical advisor, and gave off a hardcore dom vibe, all of which made her the ideal candidate for being enslaved by twi'lek perverts, she'd still insisted on coming to act as a diplomat/envoy of the Accord.
So it would be the pair of them and whatever other layabouts the Accord thought could do significant enough damage against the Rylothi slave industry that it would quiet down the disordered Void twi'lek population.
They'd just left the hollowed asteroid a day or so ago and were en-route to Ryloth, would be there in less than an hour. Now was the time to gear up for a low key street-crawl infiltration gig.
@Berlioz
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ooc: You like punching twi'lek mobsters in the face? We're gonna punch twi'lek mobsters in the face. Get fukken hype.
PS: @soed I'm finally getting the thread up! In case you're not active I'm leaving Torin's involvement vague and starting another way than we agreed upon, but I can segue to Vas meeting with Torin like we talked about fairly easily after a certain point. Sorry if you miss it, I feel bad about putting it off. Again, holidays. Anyway cheers and thanks for being patient with me.
After the anti-slavery rioting in [that one square] on the Void, Vas had foolishly offered the Accord his services as a mercenary willing to help them break or otherwise jeopardize the slave trade on the planet Ryloth. He had phrased this poorly, starting by admitting to one Bria Tsuani, the cybernetic top dog cop on the Void, that he had once had dealings in the slave industry. He'd promised to right his wrongs and redeem his father's wrongs, starting with contacting an old friend.
Now, with a statement like that there was always a but, and as Vas would swear up and down to Tsuani and his star crossed in-law Artemis, his but was that he personally had never dealt as a slaver, or worked directly for slaver. No, Vas was a Kalgarova man, a member of his father's syndicate, and so unconsciously or not he passed the buck to his posthumous good ol' dad Lex.
But blaming the dead was one thing and making amends was quite another. He'd gone to a holonet cafe in [that square] and had the waitress bring him spice coffee, hushpuppies, and cigarettes while he played on his datapad.
There was a good reason for doing so. It had taken him a few hours but eventually he'd found an old Ryloth contact, a guy named Jukk, who'd handled the slaves his father had brought planetside for a cut of the Twi'lek mob's bounty.
A few weeks of back and forth emailing, feature-full with cryptographic messaging, dead drops, and abstract proofs of identity, they'd made arrangements to meet in a bar on Ryloth and have drinks, and maybe talk about killing some twi'lek mobsters and freeing a bunch of slaves for the aims of comforting twi'lek hearts and minds on the Void... and getting back into the Accord's good graces.
They'd had to be careful. There was the potential for either of them to be setting a trap for the other. A few hutts and a few dozen Kalgarova family men wanted Vas to disappear forever, and Vas had intuited that Jukk, dispite having washed his hands of slavery, was still working with unsavory elements as well.
But blaming the dead was one thing and making amends was quite another. He'd gone to a holonet cafe in [that square] and had the waitress bring him spice coffee, hushpuppies, and cigarettes while he played on his datapad.
There was a good reason for doing so. It had taken him a few hours but eventually he'd found an old Ryloth contact, a guy named Jukk, who'd handled the slaves his father had brought planetside for a cut of the Twi'lek mob's bounty.
A few weeks of back and forth emailing, feature-full with cryptographic messaging, dead drops, and abstract proofs of identity, they'd made arrangements to meet in a bar on Ryloth and have drinks, and maybe talk about killing some twi'lek mobsters and freeing a bunch of slaves for the aims of comforting twi'lek hearts and minds on the Void... and getting back into the Accord's good graces.
They'd had to be careful. There was the potential for either of them to be setting a trap for the other. A few hutts and a few dozen Kalgarova family men wanted Vas to disappear forever, and Vas had intuited that Jukk, dispite having washed his hands of slavery, was still working with unsavory elements as well.
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So, it started with a shuttle ride to the Rylothic capital on Artemis' dime. Despite Vas warnings that she was rich, human, attractive, important to Accord as their lead medical advisor, and gave off a hardcore dom vibe, all of which made her the ideal candidate for being enslaved by twi'lek perverts, she'd still insisted on coming to act as a diplomat/envoy of the Accord.
In exchange, she'd promised a couple of things: she could just piss money into helping him track Jerrick Nul-Kalgarova's movements and whereabouts, and she could help him set up his own profitable enterprise on the Void, what with all her newfound Doctor-Professor cred with the council. Oh, how his tiny mind reeled at the possibility... and how his heart palpitated at the anxiety produced by idea of taking his step-mother to fucking Ryloth. Lex Kalgarova would be drilling a hole through his coffin, spinning at the idea that his wife had talked his dumb-ass son into talking her to a slave world.
They'd just left the hollowed asteroid a day or so ago and were en-route to Ryloth, would be there in less than an hour. Now was the time to gear up for a low key street-crawl infiltration gig.
@Berlioz
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ooc: You like punching twi'lek mobsters in the face? We're gonna punch twi'lek mobsters in the face. Get fukken hype.