Ask Closing the Deal

[Hypaxian]

Zarking commoners. Hypaxian was angry. Not an hour had passed after the contract had been signed on Corvus, before he had been notified that some two-bit marauder had made off with the activation codes for the entire shipment of droids. Frooj had been less than helpful, carping on about how he ‘Couldn’t stop them’ when he saw the armed gang of marauders running off with the codes.

”This is your fault Frooj,” he reprimanded the Weequay as he entered the cockpit of his yacht ”There where only ten of them, you could have stopped them if you had put your mind to it.” he rolled his eyes, sitting down in his hoverchair with a grunt, and signalling his Chauffeur Droid to take off. ”Just cannot get the staff these days.” Hypaxian grumbled, activating the commlink to his wingman for this mission, Artorigas Wessex.

”Right then. We make for their last known coordinates, Wessex. They’re in a Comet Class Star Yacht, around ten of the blighters in total.” he informed his erstwhile ally, before turning to his trusted Captain, Vodoriandr Kaltraxica, and thumbing off the commlink so Wessex could not hear ”Let’s see what this ‘Wessex’ is made of.”
He laughed ”Jump to hyperspace.”

 

[Darth Caelestis]

This was supposed to be just a simple collection job, with the House now fully behind him Artorigas had the financial capabilities to expand his powerbase and for that he needed soldiers. However the issue arose that most soldiers needed, feeding, housing and paying and that cost more than he could afford. So like before Artorigas was on the hunt for another type of solider, the metallic kind.

Through contacts he had come into contact with a Shawda Ubb by the name of Hypaxian apparently a disposed despot of some random planet on the outer rim. Artorigas wasn't entirely sure or confident in the aliens story, but he had what he was looking for. Battle droids and the potential to have a lot of them.

The Sith was not adverse to working with those outside his Order, he had seen the potential pitfalls and traps on relying on people who can only really advance with the death or overthrow of your powerbase so had intended to build his strength and support externally. With credits and plasma. As agreed Artorigas had arrived at the rendezvous point in neutral space, credits in hand ready to take on the battle droids, to then be told that they had lost the codes. He had been ready to turn around then and tell the wannabe despot to go find a new buyer. But lucky for them both Cydric his servant and co-pilot had a calmer head on him. He had advised they agree on a discounted price if Artorigas assist in the return of codes. Both parties had agreed and here they were blue lights flashing past there viewports.

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[IG 55]

IG-55 stood silently aboard Hypaxian’s yacht right outside the cockpit. His RT-97C was slung over his shoulder and his DL-44 was in it’s holster across his torso. Nothing was in his clamped hands and the only thing that seemed to be moving was his sensors that pivoted left and right on his head, constantly listening and scanning the ships interior for potential weak spots he wouldn’t want to be around if they got into a dog fight.

IG wasn’t sure how the other crew thought of him but didn’t care. He knew he’d get the job done and he knew everyone else did too. Guns, grenades, and starships were IG-55’s specialty. Along with the obvious.

After he felt the yacht lurch into hyperspace, IG-55 stepped right outside the doorway to the cockpit.
-I am well suited for Smash-n-Grab assignments. However, I assume you and your employees are able to keep themselves from being Smashed-n-Grabbed by the enemy. Chances of serval are...-
IG-55 paused briefly, then one of his lenses blinked.
-Seventy three to ninety one. In our favor, of course.-

 

[Vodoriandr Kaltraxica]

Standing at an imposting thirty two inches, the aged and legendary Captain of the Shawda Uub, stood all but resolute, at least until the return of his magnificent lord. He would drop low to the ground, face nearly touching the deck of the ship. "God King, your humble Captain awaits your orders! The crew has been properly flogged to remind them of their undying loyalty to the cause." He'd straighten from his bow as Hypaxian finished boarding whilst reprimanding Frooj.

"Only ten? Remind me again why we have you Frooj?" The Captain would say rather imperiously. "If it's to get things from the top shelf, we have a droid for that now." he'd say with a hearty laugh. Commoners, so quaint.

He'd laugh again as his Lord and King spoke. "I am prepared to be severely disappointed, my King. Ah yes, Frooj, I remembered your purpose. Moisturize our king at once! Look at the dulling sheen atop that luxurious skin! You are failing him and I will have you flogged if that failure continues!"

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[Hypaxian]

Hypaxian was amazed at his genius, for he had assembled quite an impressive array of hench-people for this job. The ship Wessex had come with was impressive, and the droid that currently stood onboard his personal yacht, looked suitably lethal. He acknowledged the droids probability calculations with a nod, as he headed over to the holotable at the heart of room, and thumbed on a map of the area to which they where jumping.

"I am prepared to be severely disappointed, my King. Ah yes, Frooj, I remembered your purpose. Moisturize our king at once! Look at the dulling sheen atop that luxurious skin! You are failing him and I will have you flogged if that failure continues!" his loyal captain, faithful to the end, finished his remprimand of the incompetant manservant Hypaxian kept around, and the dimuntive alien activated his comms, bringing Wessex in on their conversation as he moved to the map.

"We should exit over an asteroid based station. The pirates are located within, their vessel should have landed by the time we arrive. I would recomend, Wessex, my Captain and the IG Unit alongside my persoon V-Series head down and engage, whilst I provide support from above. Do not damage the ship there, it has the codes within. I have the access key to the code cylinder, so return it here as soon as possible." he commanded "Agreed?"

 

[IG 55]

-I will grant the ship my mercy, but I cannot say the same for those who dwell inside it.- IG-55 turned around to walk back outside the cockpit. He grabbed his RT-97C and readied himself for deployment. He had his mission now, so all he had to do was stay alive and grab the codes he already knew about.

IG-55 would not allow himself to fail. This was the perfect opportunity to prove himself to not just to Hypaxian, but to Crimson Dawn. Though he was young for droid, his programming was of that of an exceptional mercenary.

A portion of his head whirred around to watch Hypaxian in the cockpit. IG-55 wondered if he knew about the “Grand Scheme of Things” that was laid out for the future of the Five Syndicates. It didn’t matter.
The IG unit knew his assignment.

 

[Darth Caelestis]

Artorigas had his feet up on the dashboard of the 'Wyvern' as the blue streaks of the galaxy passed them by. Cydric was keeping an eye on the console so the Sith closed his eyes as they travelled, drifting in and out of sleep he was roused by the ping of the comm console. "Mi 'lord." Cydric said, kicking off the dashboard he lent forward and pressed the comms button and listened to the little alien. "Do you know if they have any starfighters? Between us we do not have the real firepower to put up more than a defence if they have a pair of good pilots." Artorigas replied, he really needed to sort out that journey to Sienar, soon.

He hoped that it would not be the case, this was going to be painful enough with Shwada Uub and the rouge droid on the ground, adding unnecessary complications with dogfighting. "Either way, I will follow your lead in." If they did have any defences he was not going to be the first one shot at, that was for sure.

@Rhogar @Nor'baal @Kell Rook

 

[Vodoriandr Kaltraxica]

In the background of Hypaxians comm, the loyal Captain would be hitting Frooj with the stun baton. "Moisturize our king! At once!" Finding good and solid servants was so hard.

Frooj himself, would quiver in fear of the giant of a Shawda Uub. Quickly, he'd recover after the third baton to grab the illustrious 'Misting bottle', applying a healthy sheen of moisture to their kings skin.

Once the commoner had learned his place, the Captain would return to his lord's side. "Consider all land we see, to be yours! I will claim their belongings in the name of God King Hypaxian!"

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[Hypaxian]

"Excellent," Hypaxian chortled to himself as agreement came in from the various parties on the assignment "Pilot, take us down." he added, as the vessels punched out of hyperspace and over the location of their perplexed quarry. Within an instant, the yacht would commence a steep angled decline to their location, avoiding a complete landing, instead opening the embarkation ramp to allow his 'crack team' to depart. "Let's get moving!" he shouted, seeing the team off from the safety of the cockpit.

Once the various members of the 'assault team' had landed, he would bring the ramp back up, and get the yacht back up into the air, away from the immediate danger, but in range with its own weaponary. "Pilot, bring the weapons online and keep the deflectors up." he commanded, preparing to bombard the pirates when his team called in his support.

 

[Darth Caelestis]

Hypaxian's ship went first and once Artorigas was sure no turbolaser fire was coming there way he guided the 'Wyvern' in behind him. As they neared the drop point he switched the controls to Cydric who took them in for the final descent. Hoping out of the chair Artorigas made to the main living area retrieving the remainder of his Armour from the armouring stand next to his living quarters.

The helmet was the last to go on, the hiss of the mechanism inclosing his body from the outside world brought a smile to his face. His armour was purposefully intimidating and lavish, it was to emanate a vision of power so that any who crossed him would already be doubting their actions. The hydraulics of the landing pad extended giving the Sith the first view of the asteroid beyond. Hypaxian's landing squad was already in position as the Sith dropped in behind. His lightsaber in his right hand, the blade unlit.

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