Industrial Action

[Norbaal Fanth]

Garuubas Garage was the sort of place you went to if you wanted things 'kept hush hush' with your ship, and so, it was a perfect place for Nor'baal Fanth to have his workforce ready, when the time came to get to work on the Ootman he was looking to purchase from a nearby Jawa Tribe. Ever industrious, the Hutt had sent a collection of contractors to make sure the work went on as planned (@Algarus @Mr. Teatime @vamp), whilst he attended the Jawa Swap-Meet round 2,000 kilometeres south of them.

Tapping his holocommunicator on the side of his sled, he activated it, so that he could speak to them directly.

"Salutations, and once again my thanks for taking this contract. Garuuba and his labourers have been tasked with fixing up the Ootman Yacht once we have it send over from the swap meet, but, due to issues clearing one of my accounts." he lied, yet, he was not paying them to ask questions "...he is refusing to work. Kindly ensure he does as instructed. You will see your own payments have already been made." Nor'baal smiled, and shut off the comms, after all, he was not foolish enough to not pay his own enforcers.

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[Darth Parox]

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Milo was not really interested in the gear he had been offered for the mission, instead more eager to garner favor with the slug, a trusted business partner by now. If he intended to maintain a well-crafted network underground, he would need to muscle his way up until he could have others to do it for him, as unpleasant as it may be. The Drast was a good few meters off the ground, his BN9 Red Witch swoop tearing up the ground below him despite the distance, zooming through the air at max speed. His cloak billowed behind him, and his face was protected by his helmet, no sand getting inside, surprisingly. The others that he had been assigned with would meet with him at the garage, where they would enter together. He knew this would be a violent mission, and had brought his lightsaber, though the weapon was with him at all times anyway.

He parked the speeder a few dozen meters in front of the garage, finding that he was the first there. The Drast leaped off and then leaned on it, using the speeder to prop himself up as he waited for his companions to arrive.

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[Ashlyna Talmount]

Once again, Ashlyna found herself caught doing another job for the Hutt. Of course, she had to get a rental speeder, but thanks from the money she had from the last job well, she could actually afford it. She kept herself closed off from the force now, even since the incident with the last mission, and was going to leave her trusty hyrdospanner with Tycho, but decided she'd kept it on her person. She brought her blaster pistol, and wore her flight jacket over her utility uniform, hoping that the training she had been doing with the rebel would do her well here. She kept her hyrdospanner on the inside of her jacket, with her pistol at her hip.

Again, she found herself on a desert world sand as far as the eye could see. What the hell was up with her and sand? It seemed to be the bane of her existence. It was coarse, and rough, and it gets everywhere! But that didn't matter, as Ashlyna pulled up to the garage and parked her speeder in an open spot. It seemed someone else in her group was here as well. Well, might as well get the show on the road. Moving up, she would speak to the man in a soft tone. "Hey there, did the big guy call you in too?"

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[Hannibal Grayza (Old)]

Sand and wind whipping through his cloth coverings, Hannibal rode his Shark speeder across the desert sands toward the meeting point for the task ahead of him. He had been contacted through a third party under his older pseudonym, Hans Wolfgang, that he used to take mercenary contracts before and during his apprenticeship under the Sith. He couldn't always Hunt on Korriban, after all, someone might eventually notice. He was dressed in his usual several piece tunic, although now he had armor plates beneath in anticipation of a violent solution to the problem at hand. His helmet kept the sand and wind from his face. Overtop it all was a long, sleeveless, poncho-like over-cloak in sand colours to keep the sun off of him, his sleeves and pants wrapped in a similar cloth overtop wrists and boots in order to keep the sand out. That shit got everywhere if one let it.

He noted the other two had already arrived, once they were in sight, and slowed his speeder to a stop nearby theirs. Hopping off, he brushed some sand off his shoulder and adjusted the position of his ZA-13 blaster pistol on his belt, the foot-long vibroblade the back of the same belt, and checked for the location of his lightsabers hidden beneath his overtunic on a shoulder holster. It tended to push towards not looking extremely Sith-like when he wasn't actually doing work for the Empire.

Stepping forward, polished boots and leather gaiters already covered in dry sand, he looked at each of the other two in turn. Milo he had previously met, but the other one was new. He shrugged mentally. He got right to the point, "How are we handling this?", through his helmet's vocabulator in accented basic, smooth baritone carrying over the wind in the background.

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[Darth Parox]

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His two companions arrived soon enough, both in a speeder of their own. Milo greeted each with a nod, recognizing Hannibal from their nightly outing at the Academy on Korriban. The woman was a new character, though he'd grown used to the occasional job featuring a no-name that he never saw again. It was common in the criminal world, if you could call it that.

The Drast stood upright and off his speeder, grabbing a vibrosword from the cargo compartment. He'd hoped to be able to use his lightsaber, but the presence of a stranger would make that ill-advised, hence the backup plan. On his belt, he holstered a DH7 blaster pistol, aware that you couldn't run around with a vibrosword, cutting people down, without being detected as Force sensitive to someone with a trained eye. Milo preferred to take all necessary precautions, a side effect of his involvement in the attack on the Lusty Lekku.

"That he did," Milo replied to the woman, turning his gaze to the garage that awaited them. Hannibal asked what their plan would be, and he thought for a moment before speaking. "We go in, negotiate diplomatically, then get out. Alternatively, if they do not answer to words, perhaps they'll answer to plasma." He let his words sink in for a minute before turning and heading toward the building. "Shall we?"

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[Ashlyna Talmount]

Seeing as her colleges had all arrived, Ashlyna nodded and patted the pistol on her hip. "Sounds good to me." She found it a little odd that the man was carrying a freaking sword in the trunk of his car, but whatever, there were weirder things out there after all. Ashlyna turned around, and the other gentleman in her group had brought a vibroblade as well. Was there a memo she missed? But it didn't matter, she didn't feel like getting up close and personal anyways. Taking up the back as the trio would move into the garage. The building was rather spacious, as one would expect for a workshop for starships, with what looked like three floors, each connected by a stairwell on the far side of the facility. It appeared that the work crew inside were hard at work dismantling, what Ashlyna could only assume, was a stolen Imperial shuttle. There was a pair of bodies laid out on a tarmac with a cloth draped over them, as several unusual alien types shifted around the work site. Ashlyna could only assume someone had ambushed an Imperial transport and murdered the crew, and this was a desperate attempt to cover it up. Either way, it seemed to be a messy deal.

A Weequay seemed to be overseeing the work from the second floor, with a pair of Gammorean guards on each of his flanks. He shouted something in a language Ashlyna didn't understand, and at least half of the work crew stopped what they were doing and were staring at the new comers. "Well feth, this is off to a great start." Ashlyna noted with much sarcasm.
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[Hannibal Grayza (Old)]

Hannibal's eyes narrowed slightly behind his helmet's faceplate, taking in the building and it's immediately visible occupants. From the shuttle to the general disarray, then to the various species running it, he concluded this operation was probably owned by some Hutt somewhere and the folks inside were probably used to being the intimidating party. This was Tatooine after all, survival was key.

Looking up at the Weequay who had spoken for a moment, he focused his second night moreso on him and those around him. He would be ready for trickery.

"Ta yom nan bai kohvonu dah cohka see wa pueanka. Ta saiot cohai pin Garuuba, whao goo yom je hacma."
He announced in slightly accented Huttese, retaining an even and polite tone that didn't sound like it invited much argument. Hannibal wasn't going to threaten them until it was necessary, and besides that, his abilities work better at close range.

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[Darth Parox]

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The Sith trudged through the dusty yard of the shop almost like a tourist taking in the sites, his hands at his sides, close to his weapons. As he stepped into the building, his gaze floated over the room, scanning it for everything from escape routes, interesting details, and even an assessment of which of its occupants could be more threatening. Milo returned the harsh stares leveled on him, though it was impossible for the crimin—apologies, mechanics—to actually see anything, his helmet covering his face. Gaze falling upon the ship and the bodies, his expression twitched a bit, but he simply exhaled his irritation back out. These two bit gangsters were hijacking Imperial shuttles. He made a silent note to put Tatooine on the list of planets to take, perhaps somewhere at the very top. The Empire will show what happens when it's disrespected.

Hannibal spoke first, and Milo listened along, trying to pick up words and phrases. He only spoke the rudimentary of Huttese, having picked up some from Nor'baal, and he was interested in learning more. Though he did not completely understand, the Weequay did. "Jee'sh shash," the man replied in Huttese, crossing his arms and glaring at the group. It was clear he was on the defensive, and most likely felt on the spot, with three armored thugs sent to him by Nor'baal. From Garuuba's point of view, the three were nothing more than bounty hunters. "No beeta beet buu-til nat sluk gib ovah bu chits. Ateema, boll awaee."

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[Ashlyna Talmount]

Ashlyna's Huttese was a little rusty, but she was pretty good at reading body language, and the language that the Weequay was giving off wasn't very positive. She suppressed the desire to sigh, and looked between the two other men with her. She could feel several eyes within the workshop now move towards the trio, and she didn't like that one bit. Calling upon some of her Huttese, she stepped forward to speak, hoping to resolve this with words rather than violence; though she was betting pretty hard on violence being used here.
"<The Great Nor'baal is offended that you would treat his friendship in such a way. Despite your shameful behavior, he is willing to offer you a chance to reconsider, he only asks that you preform the work he so graciously assigned to you and your men.>"
Finishing the throat torture that is Huttese, Ashlyna cleared her throat, though the Weequay seemed greatly displeased with what was said. He made a hand motion and began to step away from the trio, as his Gammorean guards moving forward with weapons drawn. They didn't attack, not yet anyways, but the Weequay began issuing demands in Huttese at the pair. Ashlyna didn't catch all of it, but it was something on the lines of telling the Hutt to kiss some sort of obscenity, and what he thought about the Hutt's associates. To say it was less than kind was being generous.
"Well, that didn't work." Ashlyna lamented, her hand slowly reaching for the pistol on her hip. "Anyone else have any ideas?" She asked wearly, preparing to leap out of the way once the Gammoreans were told to attack.
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[Hannibal Grayza (Old)]

Hannibal grimaced behind his helmet at the choice of phrasing used by their female companion, adjusting his stance ever so slightly, widening it and leaning his hands against his hips and belt. He took note of the various guards and their weaponry. The closest, of course, were the Gammoreans and their axes. Not even vibroweapons, they could nonetheless be dangerous because of their weight and the strength of the wielders. Luckily, Gammoreans were not known for their speed or reflexes.

He spoke, looking up in the direction of the slowly departing Garuuba but keeping his second sight on the immediate thread of the guards, ready to draw weapons, methods of killing them already in mind. "Vee uma du nee jodahetka caiot doth wamma joppay je hotpaka dotkot woy, mo nee bantkokobae du peee bagn dotkot jot caiot nai. Mee douaph." His usage of the language was more formal than most, free of more slang terms, but he hoped it would get his point across. Garuba gave him what seemed like a pained expression, looking between the trio if mismatched bounty hunters and his guard, trying to decide if he should take them seriously or not. Several seconds of silence passed, beyond the grunting of the Gammoreans and the wind across the sand.

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[Darth Parox]

Garuuba took in what Hannibal declared, mulling it over for a few moments. Then, he shouted something in Huttese that Milo would never forget. He'd heard it first being spoken from the lips of Basuro the Hutt, shortly before his henchmen attacked Milo and Midas. Then, he heard it now, and his vibrosword was unsheathed and in his hand before the man even finished uttering the words. "KILLEE HOOHAH!"

The guards sprung to action, charging the group with their vibroaxes. Milo thrust his sword into the heart of the nearest Gamorrean, causing him to drop the axe he was wielding. A moment later, he slashed a ridge into the torso of another, working his way forward through the crowd in hopes of reaching Garuuba before it was too late.

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[Ashlyna Talmount]

With diplomacy having failed, Ashlyna leaped back, her weapon clearing it's holster as she loosed several shoots into the pig faced bodyguard. The pigman took several shots to the chest before he stumbled to the ground, dead. Ashlyna moved to take cover behind a tool display, as some of the mechanics by the shuttle seemed to scurrying now. A Rodian and a Trandoshan appeared on the walkway now with blasters, as they began to fire down at the trio. It truly seemed like all hell had broken loose now. She spotted one of her companions move forward, having hacked a Gamorean down with his vibroblade, but there was too much fire for her to want to try and risk such a maneuver. Now behind cover, she began to fire up at the walkway, drawing the attention of the walkway shooters in the process. With any luck, she'd by her companion time to complete the mission, or dispatch the bastards up above them. Though, Ashlyna's cover wasn't taking these new developments well, as the tool display began to be shot to hell by the oncoming fire. This might not have been her best idea today.
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