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[Storm]

Unassa Furtificus was what some would call an arrogant man; then again, he was the son of Venator Furtificus, and probably had good reason to be. A silver hooped earring hung in his ear, beneath his wild and golden mane of hair, his jacket was more of a coat, and was open at the front to reveal a shirt which looked like it had been bought somewhere in the underworld of Coruscant. The room was devoid of windows, and was just an average meeting room. The gear he would be handing over to the men he was about to meet, as part of the new friendship deal, was piled in one corner. Four guards were in the room, but that was just a precaution.

Now, Unassa just waited for those he was to meet.

 

[Jiang Winters]

Samanya wasn't usually one to care much about how tidy her appearance was - at least not when she was clad in her usual bodysuit and tight leather pants - but considering the nature of the meeting she was walking into, she did fret over herself somewhat. As she strode towards the meeting room, the young cathar woman made a quick adjustment to the shoulder length silky blond hair that she had bound into a ponytail, making sure it was just right before adjusting the light black leather sports jacket she wore half-zipped.

She was only lightly armed, carrying only her P-32 slug pistol in a holster on her right hip and a combat vibroblade in a sheath on her left hip, but she didn't expect trouble. After all, the people she was supposed to be meeting were friends. The young lady pushed the door to the meeting room open and strode inside, letting the door swing shut behind her as she took a long stride into the room and looked around.

Four guards, a rather handsome young man, and a heap of equipment tossed into a corner. No windows, and nothing that really caught her interest. Well, except for that one fellow. But she had come here for some free gear to add to her kit, not to make new friends. "Mornin' boys." Samanya said, a cheery smirk settling onto her ebony lips as she looked around at everyone, before walking into the center of the room and planting her hands on her hips and simply standing there, waiting for everyone else to arrive, or to be addressed.

 

[Darth Nyne]

Standing just over seven feet tall the Wookiee was a relatively imposing sight to most, though that wasn't why his presence had been requested from on high. He was here because there was gear to be handed over, and withing Pheonix that typically meant that he was expected to check it all over and make sure that what was being handed over, was the real deal, the true article. Ducking slightly to get into the room, he nodded towards the Cathar, and took not of the guards in the room. But it was the young fellow that caught his attention, he seemed the sort, the sort that would have something tricky up his sleeve. Arri wasn't happy to be here, and if this meeting turned bad and he survived, there would be hell to pay.

 

[Storm]

Unassa pressed a button under the desk to bring another squad of guards up, if needed. He'd forgotten just how big the Wookiee was. Nothing was trouble, yet, but things could very easily turn that way. Time to cut straight to the chase.

"Gentlemen."

He acknowledged them both. "I've got an offer for you. You can join the Raider's Coalition and/or the Hutt Empire, and gain an increased salary. Or..." He indicated the guards.

"Don't worry about your former masters tracking you down."

Unassa smiled, relishing the brilliance of his father's plan. "Tonight, the leaders of the Phoenix Corps and Sontebren Crew will die. And every other employee who we haven't killed is in a meeting just like this one."

No point in wasting time. "What's your answer?"

 

[Jiang Winters]

Samanya swallowed hard, both ears flattening against her skull as the man spoke. The Phoenix Corporation she couldn't care less about, but the Sontrebren Crew leaders? Poknor was the Underboss! In the short time she had been able to work with him, she had grown to respect and to like the man, not only as her superior but as a friend.

However, as much as she wanted to immediately demand if Poknor was going to be killed so that she could put her fears to rest one way or the other, the matter currently at hand was pressing, and would ultimately have a great impact on her own health. She needed to tend to it first and foremost. "I'll join the Raider's Coalition." She answered, after only a few moments had passed. While she knew little about the Coalition, it was certainly better than working for the Hutts. For all she knew, one of those slimy fiends could have a thing for catharese slave girls. And she would sooner put her pistol to her temple and squeeze the trigger than return to that miserable excuse of a life.

And if nothing else, it definitely beat dying on the spot for refusing to join either faction.

Now, with that out of the way, her sapphire blue eyes locked upon Unassa as she asked in a respectful tone; "You said that... The leaders of the Sontrebren Crew will die. Is Underboss Poknor among those marked for death?"

 

[Storm]

Unassa smiled. These attachments between beings in fragile places were really quite amusing. But had his father been any different with Meara? Well, the Skeleton Guard had been safer, allied with the Alsakan Union as it was. And then, the Raider's Coalition, he had allied that with the Hutts and risen up the ranks pretty quickly.

Yes, things had been better.

Unassa was tempted to psychologically toy with, from the looks of her file, the very capable creature that stood before him, but decided against it. Instead, he merely smiled.

"No." It was true. "Poknor is the only member of the leadership who will live."

 

[Jiang Winters]

Samanya visibly relaxed as Unassa spoke, a quiet but audible sigh of relief slipping from the young woman's lips. That was good news. Very good news. However, she didn't voice that; her body language had done a wonderful job of betraying her thoughts on the matter anyways.

So instead of voicing her relief, she asked the next question present on her mind, "Alright, so I'm going to be a part of the Raider's Coalition. But I have a stupid question: What do I do now? Or where do I go?"

 

[Darth Nyne]

A light growl came under the Wookiee's breath, he had never enjoyed being threatened, and he felt very much that now. The third choice seemed obvious to him, if he did not choose one faction or the other he assumed they'd attempt to kill him on the spot. The extra cadre of guards that'd been brought in spoke for that itself. A long drawn out group of growls and warbles was followed by the prissy voice of the translator droid attached to his hip.

"The Master would suggest a third option. Allow him to take over Pheonix Corp, and work closely with both factions, supplying both your coalition and the hutts, and forsaking all business within the Republic. This way he may keep his status and freedom, and you garner the skills of his that you are most likely after." The droid rattled out the translation.

Arriakazza's stance and overall body language made it apparent that he felt this would be the best choice, as he was neither a criminal, nor a soldier at heart. Staying on with Pheonix as the head of the Corporation would allow him to pick up controlling shares if the rest of the leadership of the company was to be taken out. He could then rebuild the company, using the EDF as Hutt Special Forces, and it's Armaments R & D department, to provide power armor, and weapons the likes even the Coalition couldn't supply themselves with.

 

[Storm]

Unassa considered the question; the Wookiee wasn't likely to give over that easily, so revealing information? Well, he'd find it out soon enough. And, if he didn't, he'd be dead. It was of no concern. "We'll be holding a meeting at our head quarters, in a secret location, very soon." Unassa said. He'd tell her more later.

First, to deal with the Wookiee.

"Phoenix Corp isn't being taken over. It's being assimilated. We have all their assets. We have their contacts. We have everything we could have from a partnership and more. We don't want a partnership."

"And this isn't slavery."

Unassa sighed, wearily. "This is a better offer than you had before. Alright, negotiation's over. Samanya's got brains. What's your answer?"

 

[Darth Nyne]

This time the droid began speaking on his own, Arri had sworn he needed a simple translator no higher brain function, but it had been those a Pheonix that suggested this model, because it would give him something to bounce ideas off of when he was working alone on a new project.

"Surely you can't expect to completely absolve a company the size of Pheonix, especially when you could use it as the legal front for moving the more illicit gains that your coalition has. Or even a more dubious purpose, like selling faulty weaponry, or even weaponry coded to fail under precise circumstances, to the Republic, thereby furthering the Hutt war effort."

Arri, growled a low rumble at the droid, which insued in a spat back and forth between translator and master.

"No, I shall not keep my trap shut."
"Rwwrrooork"
"You deserve the company, and not overpriced slavery."
"Roooorrrkewwor"
"No I refuse, I will speak what you should be telling them."

And with that Arri, reached down and flicked the droids off switch, turning his glare to Unassa. A glare that clearly said he wouldn't be a pawn of the Hutts, and he had no desire to delve outright into illegal activities, he was a business being, and a weaponsmith, not a gun for hire.

 

[Storm]

Unassa sighed. The Wookiee honestly thought he had a choice in the matter. "This isn't a discussion. This isn't a negotiation. I gave you an offer, you did not take it." Unassa pressed the button under his desk. The standby squadron of guards burst into the room. The other guards in the room levelled their weapons.

Unassa pressed the button again.

"Inside this room, my great, big, furrball friend, you have ten guards. You're surrounded. Before you can even move, they will plug you with bolts. Additionally, there's blaster turrets in the corridor. Another two squads of guards are on their way up, just in case."

Unassa smiled.

"Besides that, you're in the Hutt Palace. You're not going to escape. You really were stupid to deny the offer." Unassa stood up, took the Cathar by the arm, and pushed her out the room. "Sorry for the push, Miss Samanya, but things are going to get messy here, and we don't want you caught in the crossfire."

Unassa leant through the door.

"Kill him." With that, he slammed the door. There was the noise of a lock clicking from the other side. He wouldn't be able to bash his way through the walls, and the door was the only way out. He could try and break his way free, but the blaster turrets in the corridor, standard issue in all Hutt Palace corridors, and the other two squads of guards would deal with him quickly. Unassa heard the sounds from within the room.

Multiple guns firing upon the Wookiee, again, and again, and again.

 

[Jiang Winters]

When Unassa took her by the arm, Samanya wisely decided not to protest as she was pushed out of the room.

One of her ears twitched nonchalantly as the sound of gunfire echoed from within the room. That was one less walking carpet in the galaxy. "You can just call me Sam, you know. 'Miss Samanya' sounds kind of odd." She quipped, as the young cathar woman looked one way down the corridor, then down the other way, before returning her gaze to Unassa, a slightly lost look in her eyes as she asked, "So should I return to my quarters now?" She didn't bother thinking of the wookiee inside the room; in her opinion, he had killed himself with his foolish stubbornness.

 

[Phil]

((OOC: Storm has asked me to RP as Unassa for the remainder of this RP. Nyne, We are waiting for your post.))

 

[Darth Nyne]

With cat like grace the Wookiee hit the ground, at the same time throwing the translator droid to the ceiling roaring the self destruct code. Moments later it blew a hole, barely large enough for Arri to jump into. Just as the guards shots retrained on the grounded Wookiee, he leapt up and into the chasm he'd created.

It took some clawing and slamming but he was lucky enough to have blown a spot that had no support beams, and the blast had weakened the floor above. Another loud roar could be heard as he spun about in circles trying to find a way out of the new room he was in.

 

[Phil]

Alarms rang out throughout the building, the obvious sign of a security breech as more soldiers were called into the location of the break out. The hole led to the ventalation system, with another floor being above it that was undamaged. Once word reached the head of security of the explosion, several droids were sent into the vents to deal with the pest while the vents themselves started to seal off one sector at a time with powerful energy shields.

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"It would be, yes."

Unassa said, caught by surprise by the explosion and security alerts. The Wookiee must have been crazy to attempt to escape, blind to the fact that he would die here.

 

[Darth Nyne]

This was the first time the wookiee had seen a ventilation system large enough to stand in, but it didn't take him long to realize where he'd ended up, and unfortunately without a weapon on him he had no way of getting through the floor to the next level. He took off in the direction that the door had been in the room below, hoping to find a way out into another, less occupied room.

He was barely managing to keep himself in front of the seals that were closing the system down, when he turned a corner and came face to face with a security droid. He immediately lunged at it, claws bare plunging deep into the droids chest. Hoping he'd trigger some kind of self destruct he shoved the droid forward and turned his back ducking down. His hopes were to blow himself a new hole, considering the time it had taken away he was in a sealed chamber now.

 

[Phil]

The droid exploded in a shower of sparks, but it's blast was not strong enough to blow a hole for Arri. The droids were for security purpose, and were designed to cause as less damage as possible when they were destroyed. By now, the energy shields sealing off the vents have now trapped the Wookiee in one section of the ventilation system, leaving Security to single out his location and started to pump in a deadly toxin into that secured vent in an attempt to poison the wook.

 

[Darth Nyne]

The wookiee wasn't dumb, he was sealed off, and he knew the next step in that plan, they'd pump the vents full of some kind of gas, and it would kill him or knock him out. Neither was an option.

Using his knowledge of mechanics he quickly went to work with the leftover droid parts, luckily the droids energy weapon was not damaged in the blast, nor the power cell. Apparently it was intended to be able to be rebuilt after the self destruct, at least the most expensive parts were to be salvaged later.

It was only a few minutes, but just as the air started to get sour from passover from the next chamber up, he'd created a crude energy torch capable of cutting his way back out of the system.

A minute later he'd managed a hole just big enough for himself. The gas started flowing just as he dropped through it, bringing himself crashing from the ceiling to the floor. Right behind Unassa and Samanya, a roar let loose as he hit the ground

 

[Sovereign]

RP ADMIN:

What the hell is this? Where is the RP taking place? Storm's original post refers to an "average meeting room" so why is this "average meeting room" a death trap with a bunch of guards and indestructible doors?

No, this RP is a mess. Unless someone PMs me with a good reason for this I'll be locking this thread.

 

[Storm]

((OOC: Having arranged this OOC with Nyne and SIN...))

As the Wookiee landed behind Unassa, a roar escaping from his hair covered jaw and face, Unassa spun around, blaster raised. The Wookiee was surrounded; he'd die, that much Unassa was sure of.

Although...

With a sudden laugh, Unassa raised his blaster. Although the guards still maintained an air of solidarity, they were obviously confused. "I like your style, Wookiee. I'll give you a chance to renegotiate. Remember, you'd be an employee. Not a slave. I will not ask again."

"What's your answer?"