Chonky Trouble

[Magnus Hammerhand]

Nal Hutta was hardly a place known for its laws, however, since some of its Hutt Families could see a potential gain in incarcerating their enemies, prisons still existed on the swampy world. Alas, it was in one such jail that Magnus Hammerhand now found himself, after that ill-fated mission against the Mandalorians. The gaol itself was not much to be impressed by, a converted Hutt palace of one squat tower, surrounded by a five meter fence adorned with spikes, a single gate leading to a collection of landing pads. Its main defence was its location in the middle of 'frak off nowhere' as Magnus had been told, and so - he sat on a bench in the main yard, and felt jolly forlorne.

Next to him, was a collection of excerize gear, dumbells, a few static bikes and a collection of footballs. Nobody was with him, save the bored looking guard who stared at him from the main tower, and another two who watched idly from the watchtowers that dottd the fence. "Boo!" he shouted to one of the guards, waking them up perhaps from their daydreaming.

"Bored." the chunky man lamented to himself, not that anyone was listening - silently hoping that his Imperial Contractors would make good on the small print of his contract, and come rescue him. After all, death by boredom was not a good way to go....

@Faded Truth @Gian Greydragon

 

[Qsan Torobah]

Q'san saw no use in letting a strong and worthy ally rot in the living oxymoron of Hutt Prison. After that skirmish on Kwenn Station, where he and his Sith comrades-in-arms were able to hold back the Mandalorian Warriors until the VIPs were successfully evacuated. Under the cover of night, in a VT-1100 Freighter, loaded up with a pair of 88-V Ranger Landspeeders, for himself and his partner Draven Unduli, a Sith he commonly trains with in close-quarters combat.

Q'san landed in a clearing in the swampy surroundings about 6 kilometers South of the prison, in the thick of the jungle, giving them a relative straight shot toward the prison. Making their move immediately after touching down, the Agent and Sith moved out on their own respective 88-Vs, making short work of the swamps between them and the prison. With his Sith comrade, and an A10 they made their way outward, toward the jail, stopping about 80 meters from the jail, with a clear view of the prison yard. There, they waited, on the edge of a wooded ravine, with about an eight meter drop, with four meter-tall trees below them, and ahead of them, leading up to the 4.5-meter high gate of the prison.

Q'san sat atop his Speeder, with an eye through the scope of his Marksman's rifle, scanning over the towers and the courtyard. In the early hours of the morning, as they'd predicted, they brought him out for some time in the yard, away from the other prisoners, probably people he'd aided in incarcerating, or left for dead on contract missions of his own. Nevertheless, there were only a handful of guards that could be seen in the towers, and in the yard.

"I'm counting six on the guard towers, and three in the yard, you see anymore?" he asked, through comms.

@Faded Truth @Nor'baal

 

[Drace Solus]

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"...yeah, and large fries. Drink? Uhhh..." he looked up, holding the datapad against his right shoulder using the side of his face. "Do you serve alcohol here? Mmm, ugh, okay. In that case, let me get the 2 liter cola. Yeah, just put it all on the company tab. Nal Hutta Prison. Yes, that's two Ts. And how long will—? Ah, okay. Thank you." Drace hung up, putting his datapad back down on the desk in front of him. "Hey, asshole, the food is getting here in 20 minutes!" he called out to Dax, who was doing something in the other room. They were in the more business-oriented area of the prison, on one of the lower levels. A quick few second elevator ride would get them to the entrance if needed. The Hutts were nothing if not efficient.

Things were going as usual in the prison. Drace had gotten to observe its daily proceedings for the past week, having spent some time on Hutta to interrogate the new prisoner. It had been his campaign that the knucklehead had kriffed up, and Drace wanted to know who else was responsible. Unfortunately, the man was as dumb as he was ugly, and the Field Marshal—currently the highest ranked Mandalorian on the grounds, and therefore treated like the boss by some guards for some reason—was getting ready to pack up and move on to find another lead. This was supposed to be his final lunch at the prison. Until—

"Boss, we got a transmission coming in from The Cloud." One of the guards poked his head into the open doorway of Drace's improvised office to let him know. They were nice like that, telling him what was up every once in a while. "She said it's urgent."

The Mandalorian looked up at the man, nodding. "Patch her in."

@Taz @Mad Dog @Logan

 

[Rayne Kelborn]

Rayne was in the Captain's chair of The Cloud, the prison below was a Mandalorian controlled, hutt prison, and they recently had taken custody of a priority value target, the Duecilian Sith she herself had helped lay the ground work to capture. The Sith had apparently been refusing to admit he was a Sith, but Rayne figured the interrogators would get the truth out of him soon enough.

Until then Rayne had been assigned to overwatch duty, pretty much just circling the prison for hours on end with scanners and shields on, for twelve hour shifts. For the most part Rayne had just been taking naps, playing games on her data pad, or just in general slacking off while her pilot flew the ship in circles, she would occasionally step in and pilot while her pilot took bathroom breaks, but that was about it.

Until she got the call from her pilot, she was in her room at the time, and ran to the helm. What's going on? She said when she got there, Something's on the scanner ma'am.. Her crewman responded..

The prison, and the Mandalorians had issued a fourteen kilometer radius no fly zone over the prison, and anyone who didn't check in was either stupid or didn't know the issue had been made, and probably wasn't supposed to be there anyway. Picking up her direct, secured comms to @Drace Solus, Field Marshall, we've got a bogey six clicks out, I'm moving to identify and or engage.. Rayne said, hand waving to her pilot to hit the thrusters..

The Cloud lept to life as it sped off in the direction of the illegally landing ship. The Cloud would fly over the swoop bikes, fully in view of their riders, to the Cloud however, the swoop bikes and the persons riding them would be undetected by the Cloud.

Six Kilometers was a short distance in a ship, and the VT - 1100 Freighter came into view, illegally parked in the swamp. Rayne would open an hail channel to the ship, Downed freighter, you are in a restricted zone, shut down all systems and state your origin and numbers or you will be fired upon.. Rayne said.

Weapons are hot ma'am.. her crewman stated when she looked at him. The freighter did not have long to respond, the prison was holding a high priority Sith prisoner, and an attempted Sith mounted break out was already expected. Hence the beefed up security teams.

@Gian Greydragon @Taz @Logan @Nor'baal @Faded Truth @vamp

 

[Qsan Torobah]

Q'san was waiting for a response from Draven, but a transmission from command chimed in telling them to pull back, as they were needed elsewhere. Mercenaries were a dime a dozen, and we didn't need to waste the manpower on one at this time.

Shooting a look to Draven, he shrugged, and kicked on his speeder and cut around, speeding off into the thick swamplands, flying low below the trees, toward civilization. The Freighter would be left behind, as it was a non-standard ship, and simply bought for the purposes of this mission. Once in the city, they'd simply resell their speeders, and buy their way onto a smugglers outgoing ship, and head home, once safely out of Mando-controlled Hutt Space.

/Exit Thread

 

[Dax Rau (TL8)]

Dax glanced down at the bored with irritation. He'd been playing a game of Galactic Expansion for the better part of two hours while Drace did whatever he was doing here at the prison. Kark knows. Dax was to busy getting his ass kicked by his astromech. It was Drace's inspection after all.

"Listen here you little bucket of bolts, that spice lane...." he grumbled to A-7 before being interrupted. "20, got it. You got beer right ?" He asked but got no reply. Dax quickly got to his feet as he heard the guard say 'urgent'. Getting to the doorway he heard the report of the air support that was flying overwatch while the Dax and Drace here on the ground. "Well Well, looks like this gravy run just got interesting." he said to no one in particular then looked to his droid. "A-7 get to the comm room and send out a coded message. Possibly prison break, requesting reinforcements"

The droid would speed way to the a near by room and plug into the terminal. Meanwhile Dax picked up his light repeater and checked it's charge, then moved his hands over his heavy armor, checked the rest of his equipment, pistols, grenades, ammo. Everything in it's place and the safeties off.

Dax patched in his helmet comms to THE Cloud as he moved to the turbo lift. "Ray, light'em up. I'm on my way to a tower. QRF will be incoming."

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@Faded Truth @Nor'baal @vamp @Mad Dog @Logan @GABA @Painus @Sreeya @Cainhurst Crow @Wit

 

[Magnus Hammerhand]

Somewhat oblivious to the commotion, Magnus was enjoying his time in the exersize yard. As it would turn out, there really was not a lot one could do in a prison, and so he scooped up a collection of small tennis balls, some three in number, and called over to some of the other prisoners "Hey look," he started juggling "...it's Hutt-Ball!" he continued to juggle, standing on one leg now, as he kept his focus on the balls.

Soon however, he dropped them all as the roar of the 'Cloud' flying overhead drew his gaze elsewhere. "Hey guys," he shouted to the small crowd of prisoners "...looks like we got visitors!" he laughed, making a heart shape with his hands up at the ship as it flew overhead.

 

[Rayne Kelborn]

After several hails were sent to the empty freighter, Rayne not knowing it was unoccupied, Rayne have one final warning before ordering the release of The Cloud's Lightning.

An order that was followed with the second as The Cloud's many dual heavy blaster cannons whirred to life, and lit up the area with red light as it jutted from Rayne's barrels, flew it's short distance and smashed into the ship. The brutal onslaught would continue for a short time, the lonely freighter letting off multiple small explosions, and large fires forming throughout its frame. Rayne would continue until a great deal of the inside of the freighter could be seen from the inside, all of it wrapped in hellfire as The Cloud continued to batter it over and over.

The Mandalorians were not the type to show restraint in battle, and to be honest this freighter had been given infinitely more opportunities to surrender than was neccessary.

Leaving the mess to be cleaned up by the QRF, Rayne returned The Cloud to its overwatch position, high above the prison, its shields, and scanners still wiring gently as herself and her crew returned to the menial task of endlessly circling the prison from above.

[END THREAD?]​