Boom, Boom, 'Pau! Part 1/2

[Halmo'de Torobah]

Halmo'de and his three compatriots, their pilot, along with ten of the remaining Prakithian cannon fodder were huddled en masse in the holding area while the pilot attempted to navigate closer to Utapau, when the radar lit up, pinging them toward one of Utapau's outer Moons.

It would be about an hour of uncomfortable silence for the for Exiles and their fodder. Soon, they came down over an established port, and slaver den. Pirates of all kinds gathered here to sell and trade their plunder, living or nonliving.

Hal ordered that the pilot land near the ship that had pinged them. "Here's my plan. One of us gets out, and informs them that we have ten slaves to trade, and that we need new collars for them. When we lead them back here, we'll ambush and quickly over take their ship. From there, we have a disguise to get us in at the center of a pirate base."

@Valen Pelora @Insalius @Narsi @Orbit

 

[Narri Emrour]

Narri looked over her gear and weapons as they approached, ensuring that her usual equipment was all good to go. She had no desire to be caught flat footed like she had last time, speed dressing had not been very fun. Of course, that had been a surprise attack of sorts whilst in transit, whilst she'd been preoccupied with other things. But still, the sentiment remained, be ready, be prepared, and don't do anything without being as such. When she had deemed herself ready, she turned her focus to something that had been nagging her for the last bit. Namely, one of the cannon fodder who had been steadily undressing her with his eyes. Normally she didn't bother with retaliation for that kind of thing, but this...it had been constant, and was getting annoying.

Raising a hand, Narri suddenly swept to the side, delivering a ranged telekinetic slap to the villager's face. It was a light impact, a gentle punch really, but it was enough to knock him off his seat. When the man recovered, blinking away stars and looking around, Narri met his gaze meaningfully and tapped her lightsaber. The message was a simple and obvious one, and fortunately for the Prakithian he got it, gulping and pointedly looking the other way. He was emulated by everyone sitting near him, who had clearly caught the exchange. Glaring at the back of his head for a moment, Narri shook her head and turned to Halmo'de who had finally begun speaking.

The plan was good with her, or at least she didn't see any glaring problems. There was one thing though, and she raised her hand before blurting out. "I vote either Siris, or yourself go out to lure them in here. I don't cut a very intimidating figure even with my helmet on and Dennys..." She looked at the man slightly, offering a smile to show she meant no offense. "Dennys is a bit too loud and...badass for this kind of thing." She was thinking back to the village, where the man had shown off some of his techniques and signature catchphrases. "Also," She continued with a thoughtful nod, "Maybe we should keep one alive, in case they ask for any passwords upon returning?"
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