Ask Liberation of Ubrikkia

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

"Your excellenc -" a plate fo sizzling Gorgs nocked into the ships Captain as he made his way through the morass of organic life teeming around his masters throne room onboard The Despoiler, flagship of the Desilijic Keueka-ou Uemoy. "Your excelled -" he shouted, a little louder this time, as an enthusiastic jizz-wailer garbling out the climactic notes of 'My Baby Left Me For A Bantha' (a timeless classic). The Captain was beginning to wonder if the enormous amount of credits hew as being paid was actually worth it. "- we are just exiting hyper..."

The ship slammed out of hyperspace with a jolt that sent several of the Hutts entertainers flying, and Nor'baal snapped alert, slamming his fist petulantly on the side of this throne. <Uba tapacmakanh beesga! Wonkee doth Jee tee baiahh dee yemahatmola doueha! WONKEE?> the Captain gulped as his master flew into a rage, throwing trays and assorted food items in his general direction. "You're majesty, we need the Captain ali -" one of his simpering advisors whispered assorted pleasantries into his master ear, as the Captain calmed himself and waited for further orders.

<Grancha. Yatuka bu uemoy don bekiola Uematky, gee bu samamiuodonkee bauiakiy roe?> Nor'baal boomed, as the Captain moved quickly to recap the plan. The fleet was in position above Ubrikkia, a world upon which the Hutt's malignant gaze has unfortunately fallen. Earlier in the day, a series of large transporters had arrived on the world, at the spaceport which rested at the base of the central administration tower. Inside each transport was a legion of Gamorreans, and assorted other mercenaries, alongside a set of Skorpinek Droids under the command of his Majordomo. Alongside this, the Pyke Syndicate had sent some of their enforcers to assist with the venture, and Nor'baal had retained the services of a mercenary to boot.

His plan was staggering in its genius.

It was at times like this that Nor'baal wondered why he had not pursued the life of a military man. He waved the Captain away, and as the ship entered the final stage of positioning, took the opportunity to get ready.

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Later in the day....

Sitting resplendent on the ships 'battlefield observation deck', Nor'baal was bedecked in his armour. The fleet was ready, and with a simple gesture, he ordered the fighter wings deployed and had the communicator activated. His translator stepped forward, and with a flourishing bow toward his master, proceeded to then face the communicator, and read from an elaborate datapad.

"People of Ubrikkia, look to the heavens and weep with joy, sing songs of praise and rejoice, for you are now citizens of the Hutt Space, under the almighty command and most merciful leadership of his Excellency, Oyabun Nor'baal Desilijic, Sovereign Magnate of Llanic, Corruptor of Coruscant, Tyrant of Teth, Emminence of Tatooine and Potentant of Ploo II, rightful and most excellent Ruler of Ubrikkia, and all her people."

"In these difficult times, ones of plague and pestilence, economic strife and war, you are welcome to the warm bosom of the Hutt Clans, and shall be safe in the knowledge that your servitude to the Great Nor'baal, shall be remembered eternally as part of the great mission to reclaim, renew and restore, the rightful sovereign territory of the Hutts to glory."

Nor'baal sat back in his throne as he waited for the immediate surrender of the world. After a few moments, all was still silent.

With a harrumph, he picked up his comlink <Uematky, pacanla dacdoba. Cetka saieu, jedaheu bu vawihda.> he belched loudly and ended the transmission, as the Desilijic fleet erupted in to life, and started to rain death and destruction down onto the planet below. The ships targeting power stations, dockyards and deployment stations, alongside - entirely accidentally of course - the palace of the resident Crime Lord, a Rodian whose name Nor'baal had quite forgotten.

Nor'baal called for music, and drink, so as to better enable him to enjoy himself.

The liberation of Ubrukkia had begun.

 

[Sahren]

Sahren was not the galaxy's greatest pilot, and therefore was not planning on involving himself with areal dogfights. He piloted a KS-9910 Kathol-Class Light Courier, and it wasn't in the greatest condition. No, he was requested to assist in the hutt's land assault on Ubrikkia. The mercenary sat behind his ship's cockpit wearing his newly made War Suit Mk. I and brought along a pair of DC-17 Blaster Pistols as well as a Shatterbeam Rifle which was slung around his neck and right shoulder.

The man did his best to live up to the name "Armory", which many in his line of work nicknamed him. It wouldn't take long for the Zabrak's ship to touch down just as the bombardment was commencing. Thankfully, he had landed far outside of the danger zone, only meters away from a Desilijic legion he was requested to lead into the capital. They had been brought to the surface by a large dropship...

The fully armored mercenary would walk onto the planet's surface, a muddy scrapyard by his own account. Before him were hundreds of gamorrians wielding a varying of weaponry. It was not the army he had asked for, but it was the only Nor'baal had provided for him. Raising his Shatterbeam Rifle to rest on his shoulder, the mercenary would plant his left foot on a small scrap pile. From a metal pack on his back, two droid arms would pop out wielding light blaster pistols.

He would shout to the guards, "Alright you mother kriffing bastards! You heard the announcement! Lord Nor'baal wants this planet back under the rule of the hutts, and that's what we're going to give him! Follow my lead and you might live to see another fight!"

Turning to face the capital that was being blown to bits, Sahren would raise his heavy Shatterbeam Rifle and begin a forward march. "For the syndicates!" he would announce.

 

[Rafe]

Rafe was waiting at the opened slide doors of the drop ship he and about four dozen Pyke Syndicate soldiers had boarded, this was a Hutt conquest, and as disgusting as they might be, Rafe knew the importance of a healthy relationship between the two Syndicates, and this sort of cooperation would suit to nurture exactly that.

Rafe was gripping his BM-548 Blaster Rifle as the drop ship touched down and the troops filed out, Rafe at their lead, this planet held no Galatic alliances, which made them easy pickens for this assault. Rafe actually had his helmet on, and a full link between himself and the Pykes that followed him, Forward.. Rafe ordered calmly, while stepping off himself.

On either side of his own group were squads of the Hutt's Desilijic Jasea, tons of them.. which gave Rafe some relief that the Hutt @Nor'baal Desilijic had invested so much in this effort.

Looking up Rafe could see the orbital bombardment was well underway, the Capitol was receiving quite the shelling, Rafe just hoped the space seated Hutt didn't turn those capitol ship cannons on him..

 

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

As the bombardment continued, Nor'baal checked on the progress of the ground advance so far things were proceeding without too much by way of an issue. Ubrikkia was not world-renowned for its warlike abilities, and never was this clearer than at this moment. Fire rained down from the attacking Hutt ships, annihilating wings of fighters before they could take to the sky, knocking out communications arrays, and more crucially for Nor'baal, 'accidentally' vapourising the personal residence of one of his non-Hutt rivals.

<Sahren, Rafe, chaceua bu bankobaaney- yoieu don bu pomekai pantkhee an saieu twa gainlei baa bidcakeza.> he instructed over the communicator, as his capitol craft banked to the starboard, presenting its gun batteries to a wave of refitted cargo ships that came up from the surface. At last! Resistance! Nor'baal sneered. His ship juddered as its anti-craft cannons fired at the incoming vessels.

The threat that they posed was minimal, and so he played around on his datapad, instructing one of the ground troops to bring forward a huge repulsor sledge supported cage to assist in the advance on the capitol.

Meanwhile, the doors to the capital opened, and a squadron of heavy-set Houk ran forward - riot shields and batons in their hands, whilst lumbering above them, a detachment of Skorpinek Droids thudded forwards. The ground assault was about to get much much harder.

 

[Sahren]

Sahren, accompanied by the legion of Desilijic Jasea, were jogging toward the planet's capital. Not too far away, he would catch sight of Rafe showing up with a crew of pykes. He hadn't expected his old friend to be there, but he was a welcome addition to be certain.

As if on que, each of them would get a holocom update from the great Nor'baal himself. It was a repeat of what they already knew, but some of the bombardment had stopped. Their mission was to take the capital, and that was what they were going to kriffing do.

As their ground forces began to mobilize however, they would soon be met with resistance. The plants local militia had come out to play, all dressed in blast vests and wielding blaster rifles. They had taken defensive positions behind small piles of scrap outside the capital. Thankfully, the mercenary would catch this in advance and call out to his legion, "Everyone! Fire!"

The army of gamorreans would raise all the blaster rifles they had, and would unleash a powerfully volley against the opposing ground forces. The Armory himself would join in, drawing the pair of pistols from his hips and allowing his larger blaster to hang from it's sling. He would begin blasting with the twin DC-17 pistols, and the droid arms on his back would subsequently join in by firing off shots from each ELG-3A Blaster Pistol.

"If you've got melee weapons then charge! We'll cover you!"

 

[Rafe]

Rafe was on the approach, his legion behind him, he would catch glimpse of a heavily armoured man staring at him briefly from the front of the Desilijic Jasea, but think little of it, Rafe would not recognize his old friend @Sahren in his new armour, but he had heard the Hutt @Nor'baal Desilijic call his name over the comms, which led Rafe to wonder where he might be..

The Houk heavy local military had began to come into view, with a detachment of four Skorpinek Droids looming over it, those used to be Pyke droids.. over the last hundred and fifty or so years others had begun fielding them, with that Rafe looked over at his sappers and pointed toward the droids, a moment later they pulled out their PIPEs and took aim as the rest of the pack marched forward.

As they moved they were a little behind the Hutt army and Rafe watched as dozens of gamorreans charged forward with their signature vibro axes, though they took quick heavy fire for a moment before the Pyke PIPEs launched, six missiles flew through the air four of which crashed into the heavy shield of one of the Skorpinek droids, as the other two hit within the ranks of the Houks, the PIPEs wouldn't be enough to pop the shield, but the resulting explosion send some riot shield holding Houks flying.

Rafe fired up the comms, We need concentrated ion fire on those Skorpineks.. He just hoped he'd get his command filled before they had a chance to decimate the Pyke and Hutt forces... with that the Pykes took cover and began their barrage of blaster fire toward the enemy forces..

 

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

With blistering effectiveness, the Hutt fleet opened fire at the inbound ships, their own shields holding fast against the attack they themselves were under. Sporadic fire came from their assailants, striking at the Hutt vessel shields, with relative ineffectiveness. Nor'baal paid them little head, confident the shields would hold - the real battle would be fought not in space, but in the capital below.

He watched through the vid-screens as a wave of Hutt troops charged to meet the defenders, covered by a range of heavier weapons fire coming from the Pykes and their own ranks. Houks were large aliens, capable of holding their own against the Gamorrean charges, but as the ranks met in battle, Nor'baal licked his lips. All going to plan, he chortled away to himself.

It was the Skorpinek droids that presented the biggest issue at present.

Shooting over the heads of the Houks, their sheltered behind their own powerful shields, blasters firing into the attacking Hutt army. The PIPEs failed to disable their shields, instead managing merely to cause more damage to the front lines of Houk defenders. Nor'baal had a plan as to how to deal with the Droids, yet was keen to see how the Pykes and his Mercenary would try and handle it themselves.

<Uematky, yoieu mi bo dee Pahdipa.> he instructed <Gee hoohah uai bankop wa wogha kabai bai paknee ata doptkee bu droida biw.> Nor'baal was not a military man, that much was becoming clear. He was a despot, a tyrant, a believer that fear and terror kept the powerful in power.

The Captain shook his head "My Lord, there is no way we can fire at the Droids, to a degree of accuracy that would not crush our own men."

Nor'baal harrumphed. That would be most unfortunate. Those men where expensive to replace, and he needed them at the moment to take control of the capital. He cursed the inaccuracy of his ships, and waited to see what the men on the ground came up with, before he went to plan B.

 

[Sahren]

"Ah, Kriff." The local soldiers were one thing, but Skorpinek droids? That was an entirely new level. Where did these bastards even get something like that? The mercenary would holster his twin blaster pistols, leaving the ones on his droid arms only. He would then pick up the shatterbeam holstered around his neck. It was the best weapon he had against a droid that size, but maybe there were other options.

"Desilijic Jasea! Focus your fire on their militia and take cover! The Wolf and I will deal with the droids." Sahren would begin running with his main blaster drawn. getting past those shields would be difficult, but he just have have a weapon that would do the trick... Seeing that conventional rocket launchers didn't work, the mercenary would grab a plasma grenade from his utility belt. Throwing the device between two of the droids, it would explode into a cloud of lingering plasma,

Meanwhile, the droid would begin firing directly toward Sahren, forcing the mercenary to dive for cover. The armored man found himself behind a scrap pile, and crossed his fingers that the plasma cloud would be enough to short out their shields. He would then raise his rifle, and would fire off a powerful shot toward the nearest skorpinek.

 

[Rafe]

Rafe watched as the green pig men were cut down, simultaneously ordering his Pyke soldiers to focus fire on the right most Skorpinek Droid, if the Hutt troops were gonna focus on the little guys they needed to take out those kriffing droids.. what sort of operation was this that they had those things..

Rafe moved forward, taking cover and slinging around his T-7 Ion Disruptor Rifle, for the moment they were up against it, a giant pipe of skat.. Rafe peeked out and fired four shots, watching as the three Houks he hit started to disintegrate, fading from reality. The fourth shot hit the shield of the fourth Skorpinek Droid, along with the constant barrage of his Pyke troops. A moment later the second wave of PIPE missiles hit it, the explosions blowing the nearby Houks out and away.

The constant assault had started to turn the fourth Skorpinek Droid's shield red, Keep at it! Rafe yelled, firing his own rifle several more times until it popped, and the Droid started to get torn apart by the fire power it was under.

It was too much focus to be feasible, his entire group had to focus solely on that one just to bring it down, and it was still no small task. Meanwhile the Hutt troops were starting to make process, taking heavy losses on the melee front but giving it just as good. Incoming! A Pyke behind Rafe yelled, he'd just caught sight of the missile as it was barreling toward his location, Rafe jumped to the side, activating his jet pack as he did so to get him safely away from the explosion that followed.

Their target Skorpinek went down just a second later as parts of it had broken off and fire started to spew out of it.

Rafe watched as the heavily armoured man sprinted forward, and @Sahren's voice came over the comms.. That was him.. Rafe cursed as he too started to charge, a moment later he saw the plasma gernade go off, and the shields of two more pop, Target them! Rafe yelled as he dove for cover under the heavy fire of the defensive force.

Half a second later the third barrage of PIPE missiles flew overhead, crashing into the two unshielded Skorpineks, assisted by the heavy fire of the Pyke squad. Thankfully the two went down, leaving just one left that had started to target the Pykes instead, it must of designated them a higher threat, most likely because of the explosives. It's fire was heavy, and hard and crashed into the front line of the Pyke soldiers, downing more than ten of them in its first volley..

 

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

Everything was going to plan.

Well, at least from where Nor'baal was standing. Sure, they'd lost a few men, but they could be replaced! What mattered was the several yards of progress the deaths of those brave troopers had purchased! With missile fire and more hammering into the Skorpineks, Nor'baal was confident the first wave of opposition would soon be dealt with, and his men could 'liberate' the council chamber with ease.

A plasma grenade lowered the shields of two of the units, which were rapidly dispatched by missile fire soon after.

A disruptor rifle ended another droid, and a fourth erupted into flame soon after. With the droids dealt with, the Houk Guards began to falter, their edge gone. A few ran, only to be cut down, shot in the back by Desilijic troops. Nor'baal smirked as he watched it happen on his vid-screen before his smirk only grew as the final Houk surrendered.

Now, all the men had to do was find a way to get through the titanic, shielded, blast doors to the tower itself.

 

[Sahren]

Sahren took cover just in time as a small barrage of missiles from a hutt ship cam crashing down on top of the droids. Loud booms rung out through the world, but they were drawing ever closer to the capital building. It didn't appear to be shielded, but was reinforced with a lot of metal, and heavy metal doors protected the main entrance.

Somewhere across the battlefeild he could see Rafe and his team advancing, so he too would do the same. The armored mercenary began jogging forward while the pair of droid arms on his back fired off shots toward what remained of the enemy forces. It wouldn't take them too long to actually reach the set of doors, though getting through would be a considerable challenge. "Desilijic Jasea! Clear the courtyard, we'll take the tower" He would shout to the sea of men.

The mercenary would then level his Shatterbeam rifle to the doors, the weapon packed a punch, but it would still take time to make their way through. Pulling down on the trigger, a huge blaster shot would collide with the door, leaving a sizable dent. "This is going to take a while." The mercenary shook his head.

@Rafe

 

[Rafe]

The last of the droids had fallen, and the Houks were routed, their retreat followed by a serious amount of blaster fire, the beasts falling to the ground by the score. Rafe pushed the advance, the Hutt army doing the same..

Finally when Rafe arrived to the front doors, both armies working together to secure the area, he stood side by side with the heavily armoured man, only just now realizing it was @Sahren, but having to pretend he knew that the whole time. I might be able to help.. Rafe said, leveling his disruptor at the door and pulling the trigger some eight or so times.

Even the disruptor alone was not enough, and Rafe signaled for a handful of men to come help them, with @Sahren, the Pykes, and @Rafe all focusing fire while the forces defended them, they would finally be able to blast the doors open, only to be met by a barrage of blaster fire that immediately burst through the door once it was open, Rafe was able to leap to the side but two of the Pykes were not.. their bodies now laying on the front door step.

They were bunkered down inside, but Rafe had an idea.. Loosing his plasma gernade from his belt he primed it and chucked it inside, followed a second later by the small explosion and the whistling sound of the superheated plasma cloud destroying everything it could.

 

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

"Your excellent and most tyrannical of potentates, the door to the main citadel is not budg -" the whimpering voice of his Majordomo sounded, as the creature fluttered up next to him. Nor'baal rolled his eyes. <Meecooda neu da, koochoo.> Nor'baal snarled.

<Yoieu mi bu pankhai bai bu vap coweuau.> he ordered, grabbing hold of his datapad as the command was followed, and the cannon slaved through to his control. He glowered at the map, his Majordomo fluttering off in a state of panic.

<Ho Ho Ho.> he boomed, as he lined the targeting reticule up, and, without warning his men below, as he thumbed the command button and fired a barrage of orbital cannon fire down onto the planet below, angled for the door - however, thanks to the Hutts....somewhat poor accuracy, hammered down in a sporadic pattern hitting the door, and anything within a 90 meter radius.

 

[Sahren]

"HOLY KRIFF!" The mercenary would shout, seeing a rain of heavy laser fire pelting the area around them! Sahren would dive for cover, using his rocket boots to dart across the battlefield. He would take cover with what he could, dodging explosions left and right as they came. Looking back the door would be blown to absolute smithereens, and it was a wonder that the entire tower hadn't collapsed from that.

The mercenary would push a large metal sheet off himself from the debris of the bombardment, and began walking toward the doors. He was a little worse for ware, but was far to angry to consider that. The front doors had a large hole in them now, allowing the zabrak to step inside, followed by several gamorreans. "Knock knock!" he would shout.

Much of the room was filled with surrendering militia guards, all who knew they would die otherwise. "Arrest them all. We'll let Nor'baal determine their fate... Lets find their damn leader."

@Mad Dog @Nor'baal

 

[Rafe]

Rafe had to use his jetpack to evade the barrage of orbital fire that rained down on the area.. it appeared @Sahren had done similar, however the Desilijic Jasea, and the pykes did not have the technology attached to them that they did. Dozens were dead, and Rafe looked at the sky, firing up his comms, Watch your fhtagn fire, you slug! Rafe called out, the anger of taking an estimated almost forty casualties between the Hutt troops and the Pykes from friendly fire seething through his veins.

Fhtagn! Rafe cursed, coming back to the ground angrily and moving toward the blown open door that @Sahren was walking through.

When Rafe arrived he saw the pig men chaining up a ton of the Houks that were apparently surrendering, and @Sahren off to the side signaling to find the leader. Rafe caught up to him and shook his head angrily.

Rafe pointed to a few of the men, Watch the stairs... he said as he boarded the repulsor lift, hopeful the building would hold.

 

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

Once again astonished at his military genius, Nor'baal congratulated himself as he watched the assorted lackeys flooding into the command tower. He chuckled at the idea of his guards 'arresting' anyone, which would imply Nor'baal had the slightest care for law and order. Regardless, he let them continue.

It did not take long for the guards to make their way into the command tower proper, where they would soon enter the main command room itself. In a circular room, dominated by a huge desk and surrounded by vid-screens, the leaders of the planet would be gathered, huddled at the back of the room, trying to keep a distance between the approaching Hutt enforcers, and themselves.

<Apenkee hoohah, Jee dayan bai bla coo la doth, an whao jeejee gee bu saptkhe camai.> he instructed over the comms, before waiting for his minions to enact his command.

 

[Sahren]

Sahren walked past the various new captives with a bit of hatred in his eyes. Not hatred towards his boss who almost bombarded and killed him, but towards those who would dare defy the will of the syndicates. He would march acrocss the room with his massive Shatterbeam rifle and would stare down each local guard as he walked by. The enemy's spirit had been broken, they were outgunned and out matched, and it was very evident.

Eventually, he would come by a young and terrified militiamen. The mercenary would grab the kid by his collar and begin shouting, "Where are your leaders!?" The young man would only whimper in response, fearing for his life. The walking suit of armor wuld press the barrel of his rifle against the kid's chest, and explain "You're about to be very dead if you don't start talking. Were. Is. Your. Boss..."

Thankfully, he would give a frantic point "They're behind t-that door. The military council of Ubrikkia." Sahren would reply over commlink to Nor'baal, "Got all that boss?"

@Nor'baal @Mad Dog

 

[Rafe]

Rafe walked alongside @Sahren as he drug the kid around, walking up to the pointed at door and kicking it open forcefully, two of its hinges popping off and bouncing off the floor, causing the door to hang at an angle as Rafe walked through it to find a score of men all huddled in fear on the otherside of the massive table, Rafe grabbed one of them and pulled them over the table, his body bouncing off the chairs and the table top as he did so.

With Rafe's free hand he dug his claws into the man's neck and slashed it from one side to the other before dropping his body to the floor amongst the crowd of crying and pleading leaders. Hopefully @Nor'baal Desilijic didn't need that one.

Rafe threw a bundle of stun cuffs across the table, Put them on or you end up like this one.. Rafe said pointing at the dead man still leaking blood all about the floor. Rafe grabbed the table by its end and flipped it on its end, some cords had been attached to its bottom but Rafe had snapped them as he flipped it.

He'd take a step closer as the many frantically donned their own cuffs, securing them.

 

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

The Hutt was keenly impressed with the progress being made in their liberation efforts. As the council was secured, and quickly gave away the position of the final group of governmental leaders on the world, the Hutt gave a simple command. <Besai bu keueh gainlei du twa vocdy, gahkesa dotkot nobata doueha. Koose bu baua kacdy dee Masetkoha bai mah pankpa ahban> he ordered, before shutting down the communication.

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An hour of so would pass, as the remainder of his forces secured the building itself, isolating the military command chamber and the council within it, cutting their communications and leaving them completely alone. The civilian Government leaders were, alongside his Pyke allies and guards, brought back to the ship, and before the Hutt himself. Once they had arrived, he spoke.

<Tee, da doth wa jakola koucaue ai fa gee bai doth, doth tee fa? Jeejee lwaa woy tah becmi. Peee see ateema, mee keueh ahban gainlei, bu masnatkha see mee danko, doth besai du twa ahban roo, ban pawa, ban e'nachu, tanea. Heee la lwaa matka fet tee-tocky an kahka paknee ata hoohah doi uba. Uba, dah bu baua kon, chespo kanbiusa. Lohonkeola kae bai bu Yih Lanka, mo mee pat lwaa doth bu boe peee twa.>

 

[Sahren]

@Sahren would pick up his commlink "Seal them in huh?... I think we can manage that... Rafe, new orders from the boss." With that the mercenary would walk outside the room and wait for his old friend. Once Rafe was outside, the mercenary would close the doors of the room. Using a fusion cutter, he would begin sealing it shut, preventing it from being opened again...

It would take a moment though, as fusion cutters weren't particularly fast at just about anything... "Any minute now..." The mercenary would mutter as he worked. In the meantime, most onlookers would notice that the locals had all started surrendering, and Nor'baal was speaking to their leaders.