[OPEN] Blood on the Streets

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OOC: Please note this thread is OPEN to all members of the Cartel of Prospect and Enforcer rank, who have a link to the Commission or one of its members. It is not a PvP thread, it is a PvE thread. If you unsure if you can post or not, drop me a VM.

Loyalty was the one thing that was worth more than Credits in the Cartel, and much harder the find. Sometimes, much like getting Credits, the only way to secure Loyalty was at gun-point, and today was no different. Boots pounded the streets around the Commissions meeting place, guns in hands, shock stick ignited. The Swoop Gangs, theives and other scum in the section of the City Planet would remember their ties to the Cartel, or be removed.

Finally, the Enforcers of the Cartel were out Enforcing the Cartels strength and resolve. Several big names could be seen within their ranks, Jaz Corban, Davik Lorso to name but a few. One of them, a Prospect on contract to the Nor'baal Vesajilic, who hovered overhead in his Barge, could also be seen, his bludgeon in hand as he approached a group of swoop gangers.

R'Kayza Moor was his name, a Bounty Hunter by profession, a killer by choice, he walked up, grunted at their leader, and activated his shock staff. Gesturing to the barge overheard, the Logo of the Cartel displayed via Holo-Projector on the side, he simply watched as the swooper spat at his feet.

A split second later, his shock staff made contact with the swoopers face.

It was time to remind the rabble who was in charge....

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It was another day on Nar Shaddaa..with an exception this time which was the cartel was going to show the people who was in charge with a show of force..and if necessary smash some skulls in if that was what needed to get the message through to the people who wavered in their support of the cartel..which a poor unfortunate swooper what now receiving getting a shock staff to the face which didn't go down too well with the rest of the gang as they were about to interfere..one of the group had been tackled by a man wearing stormtrooper armour and being punched several times in the face.

"..."after punching the swooper Jaz swiftly got up and then booted the man in the gut before he picked a fight with another swooper to deliver the same the other fallen swooper received and there were plenty of other rabble that needed to sorted out, most likely there were going to be a few bodies that needed to be cleaned up after this..though this was just another day in Nar shaddaa
 

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Two axe-wielding monsters barged into the swoop gangs favorite cantina, walked up to the jukebox and sank their axes deep within. Silence was all that followed as for a moment all heads of gangsters and assorted trash turned towards them in shock. There weren’t many people on Nar Shaddaa brave enough to so boldly challenge a swoop gang and everyone knew Gamorreans didn’t act on their own account. These two were no exception to the latter, as they were both employees of the Calrissian and thus employees of the Cartel. Today was their day off and to avoid another boring day of entertaining their little piglets, they accepted a challenge posed by regular of the Calrissian named Davik Lorso.

Davik had been clear that if they managed to wreck the jukebox and cut him a way to their boss he’d allow them the opportunity to beat his Chiss pleasure slave in a game of strip-pazaak. They were, ofcourse, too stupid to realize she’d cheat and offer them no actual chance at peeking at any part of her body that wasn’t her face. Excited in their ignorance, the Gamorreans pulled their axes free from the jukebox and punched the nearest swooper knock-out just for good measure before Davik entered the cantina in his Hapan Battle Armor. Now there was a man who made people think he was really important; having Gamorreans prepare his entrance and doing so while wearing one of the most expansive suits of armor available on the moon. Davik smiled “Two things” he said, claiming the attention of all gathered “First” he nodded to the Gamorreans, who swung their axes and buried them into two swoopers, killing them by decapitation of limbs and intestines “and for the second I need a word with however leads this bunch of pathetics.”

Some of the swoopers wanted to draw their blasters, or knives, or both, but as a large brutish looking human calmly stepped forward without any attempt to avenge his brothers, they all seemed to follow his example and refrained from violence. “I’m the boss of the Swooping Nines.” he proclaimed in a proud voice untouched by the brute murders that had just occurred “The name’s Morris Macken.”

Power had its perks and Davik smiled, “You’ve missed your payments to the Hutts.” he took his C-210 blaster from its holster, “There are rules.” he said and shoot Morris through his skull and together with the Gamorreans aimed his attention back to the other trash present. “My name is Davik Lorso, and I’m here to make sure you never miss a payment again. Tonight you stay inside and elect a new boss” Davik now turned around to leave and his Gamorreans followed, "Don't ever give me a reason to return." he warned and it was he was the last visitor the cantina would have that night, as the Gamorreans blocked the entrance from the outside. The only boss the Cartel would accept was one completely loyal to them, any other would be decapitated on the spot until they'd elect a worthy patsy.
 
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Panic. That was what filled the streets, and for good reason. The Cartel’s soldiers were out and they were looking for blood. This was about showing people who the top dog on the planet was by taking down those that had dared challenge them. There wasn’t, nor could there be, any doubt about who was on top here.

And in all the chaos, Tal Veren felt right at home. This was what he excelled at. There were those in the Cartel that didn’t particularly care for him and his methods of crime and, frankly, it was no surprise to him, but he had his role in the Cartel and it was a critical one. He was the thing that went bump in the night, and without that, the Cartel had no strength.

He looked over the crowd. His first target of interest was supposed to be at the edge of the landing pads near where the column of Cartel troops were advancing. Tal hefted his B.K. 10/20 on its sling as his eyes searched the crowd. It was the first time that he had really been out with this particular weapon, but it had cost him an arm and a leg, so it had better be worth the money spent. But then, Tal wasn’t really hurting for money so that wasn’t much of an issue.

With a quick shift of head and eyes, his gaze finally came to rest on the smuggler of interest. The man – a Devaronian by birth – seemed to be glancing around with shifty eyes and a hint of concern on his face. Again, there was good reason for it. A flick of the eyes revealed in Tal’s HUD that the man was in fact the smuggler that he was looking for: bad news for him. The man hadn’t been paying his dues to the Cartel for right of passage on the planet and the last “official” that the Cartel had sent to collect his debt had gone missing.

Now, normally, it was bad for business to kill the people that owed you money. After all, corpses had a very hard time paying. But this one was different. The Cartel wanted to send a message: pay the Cartel and you’re in trouble; touch their employees, and get a grisly death. Veren was here to ensure that the message got across.

He watched as the Devaronian started to turn away, hoping to escape the column of Cartel troops and likely flee back to his ships. Not on my watch. It was an easy and nonchalant movement as Tal’s rifle came up from its sling to his shoulder. The small triangle in the sights fell on the man’s leg and with a smooth pull of the trigger, the rifle bucked against his shoulder.

With a crack that echoed over those still remaining in the streets, a 10mm slug encased in a layer of plasma burst from the end of the rifle in what appeared to be a streak of green. The rifle shot like a dream really. Sure, it was heavy, but the results were so satisfying.

In this case, the results were also quite detrimental to the Devaronian. He wasn’t going to be making it back to his ship. The slug ripped into the back of the man’s knee, making a bit of a bloody mess on the curb. But if the bystanders – whose faces showed their shock and horror – thought that was bad, they’d reel at what happened next.

Tal walked slowly, rifle still raised, to cover the distance to the man, whose body was on the ground, writhing in pain at the loss of his knee. His right hand reached down, a little too close to his holstered blaster for Tal’s liking, and he put a second round into the hand, removing the thumb and index finger. A roar of pain left the man’s mouth.

Now, fully within reach, the Enforcer’s boot came down on the man’s wounded knee causing a horrid cry of pain. It all seemed too much for a nearby Duros woman, who decided now was an optimal time to relieve her stomach of its contents onto the sidewalk.

With that, Tal spoke loud enough for everyone nearby to here, after all, this was a message for the community even if the words were directed at the smuggler. You don’t pay your dues but you think you can operate on this world without leave from us? Then you attack those we send to collect from you. This is your reward.

He could hear the man begin to curse at him, throwing threats that fell on deaf ears. Threats that wouldn’t – nay, couldn’t – come to fruition following the man’s momentary death. Casually raising his left arm and making sure that everyone nearby could see, he let the small flame on his gauntlet flicker and a moment later fed it fuel.

The ravenous flame consumed the man’s body, covering him in flame as Tal walked away, allowing him to succumb to his horrid burns and leaving his charred remains as something for those that would cross the Cartel to contemplate in the future.

He was the Cartel’s wrath.
 

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Prudii stepped beside Nor'baal Vesajilic. The Hutt sat upon his throne, on his sail barge above the scene that was unfolding on the streets. Prudii wore his armor, complete with his cape that nearly drug the ground. He stepped closer to the Hutt as he watched the scene unfold, "Would you have me step in? I've engaged with Davik before, he's not exactly impressive when it comes to combat. This could be done far more efficiently."
 

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It didn't exactly take long for the gang the start getting the general message being put across by the gathered enforcement teams, Davik, whilst not a composite combatant had seen to that alongside the assistant in the form of the formidable Tal Veren. The swoop gang suitable pacified, Nor'baal looked on impassively as the remaining Commission Enforcers swept the streets.

Hired for this occasion, and given armbands adorned with the sigil of the Cartel small teams of thugs approached each store, club and bar on the street and in the surrounding alleyways. Down on the streets with them, R'Kayza, the Vesajilic Agent in the carnage moved between them, going from the location of the swoop gang to another cantina.

Occupied by a lesser 'Baron' going by the name of 'Longo Two-Guns' the Rodian who occupied the Cantina fancied himself as a bit of pimp, evident by the vast number of 'Escorts' in the room. Wasting no time, the Cartel Hitman laid down the terms, reminding the Rodian of its loyalties, before 'accidentally' knocking of one of his crates of spice.

Nor'baal, on the barge floating above, smirked slightly as he saw the plan was unfolding well. Already several gangs had simple surrendered rather than face a beating. The Commission had restored order, and this word would carry across the planet, but some of the harder nuts, like Longo Two-Guns, just didn't get the hint.

Turning to Prudii, the Hutt nodded. ''Terminate the Rodian.'' before gesturing to the Mandalorian gun-for-hire, indicating it was acceptable for the man to enter the fray. ''Don't kill everyone, wound, kill only the Rodian if he resists.''
 

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Prudii nodded. He began walking slowly towards the edge of the sailbarge, as if he had nowhere to go in any particular hurry. He reached the end, raised his foot and placed it on the low rail that guarded from accidentally stepping off the barge. In a swift motion he placed his weight on the foot and stepped over the rail, essentially stepping off the side of the barge. As he fell his jetboots kicked in and he sailed through the air. The scene below was an open air cantina of sorts. A partially covered, mostly open bar, with a juke box and dancers. It was how Nor'baal had been able to watch the scene from his barge and observe all that was going on. Davik had dealt with one of the leaders of the swoop gang, but the other prospect was playing with the Rodian pimp. The man wouldn't survive this day. Prudii killed the jets and landed in the fray that had spilled out of the cantina into the streets. A koorivar man attempted to reach for him and Prudii grabbed him at the wrist, twisting his arm back with so much speed and velocity snapping sounds could be heard from the bones and tendons in his arm. He released the man and let him drop, face first, to the ground. Prudii slowly walked forward, a Twi'lek challenging him next, and meeting a fist to the face. It caught the humanoid off guard, and dropped him to the ground. Prudii released an unrelenting series of kicks on the man's chest and face, leaving him shaking and bloody on the ground.

No one else dared to step infront of him as he made a bee-line for the Rodian. The green fish faced being was steady rattling something off at the bounty hunter infront of him in his native tongue, probably trying to 'explain' his situation. A bolt from Prudii's gauntlet blaster hollowed his kneecap and dropped him screaming to the ground.

"I don't believe my associate was clear enough."

Prudii knelt beside the Rodian and wrapped his right arm around the man's neck, locking his left arm around it in a headlock,

"Longo Two-guns, you have failed the Cartel."

Prudii wrenched his arms in a quick gesture that snapped the Rodian's neck, severing his spine and killing him instantly with a satisfying snap-crack sound.

"Your debt has been repaid."
 

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Davik was actually sitting in that open air cantina with his feet high on a nearby chair as a Twi'lek waitress put down his Wrean coffee on the table beside him. The Gamorreans were distracted by the sudden appearance of the Mandalorian and his scuffle with the gangsters and applauded snortily as they watched him beat one after the other until he snapped the Rodian's neck. Davik, in his turn, didn't pay any attention to the Mandolorian, considering him to be living on borrowed time, and instead gave the Twi'lek waitress a long and approving look followed by a wink. The waitress didn't blush, but instead nodded towards a fellow Twi'lek who was watching them closely from the bar.

Davik sighed. The good ones were always taken. He took a slow sip of his Wrean coffee and noted to his disappointment that the Bantha milk was added sparsely. The Gamorreans had stopped applauding by now and as their species wasn't exactly the sitting around relaxing kind of sentient, Davik aimed their attention at a distraction of mutual benefit "Beat that Twi'lek at the bar to an inch of his life" he told them, pointing at the waitress' boyfriend. Snorting happily, the green monsters got to work and pummeled the Twi'lek to the ground under the horrid eyes of the waitress. It wasn't until her boss, a friendly Rodian who seemed somewhat upset over Longo's death, explained to her that the human drinking the horrible cup of coffee was an enforcer with the cartel, that she looked over at Davik and nodded. Almost immediately afterwards he signalled the Gamorreans to stop. He'd have a new plaything tonight.
 

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Well it seemed as though the message was getting through to the people on the street of the hutt cartel's continuing dominance on the planet, and so while people like Davik who was finding a new girl as his plaything or whatever in the nearby buildings, there were people like Jaz outside who dealt with the more..resistant or foolish elements of scum who saw themselves above the cartel's control as evident by the sounds of blaster fire and the shouts of the injured and the dying.

"No no...I'll obey the cart-!"the poor person didn't get a chance to finish talking before a blaster bolt was fired into the chest of a twi-lek male who was formally a member of a swoop gang that once had been under the cartel's fold and now decided that they should go it alone without paying the hutt cartel the respect due, and apparently had been harassing business under the control of the cartel

"Too late you should have thought of that before you broke away from the cartel"and with that Jaz carried on down the alleyway clearing it of those who would still resist the cartel's domination
 
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