Ask Nar Shaddaa Shipping and Handling

[Cyrus Anvari]

After the chaos on Nar Shaddaa caused by the swarms of walking dead under the command of the pale gentleman, the Flood, Hutt business on the smuggler's moon had been significantly disrupted. Though many of the dead had fallen upon eachother in the aftermath, roving bands of hungry corpses still stalked the steel streets, adding yet another hazard to the rotten planet. The cartels were moving some of their assets off world, fearing rival syndicates and gangs would take advantage of the chaos to seize control of material and territory in the horde's wake. A valid concern, of course, but their haste left other opportunities that Wolfgang and some new associates of his had chosen to take advantage of. Which was why they were all in a box.

Technically it was a metal cargo container. It still had other cargo in it, but the four had managed to slip in and close it amidst the haphazard loading process. While the GR-75 the container was loaded on was somewhat understaffed in terms of security and support personnel, Wolfgang still preferred to have the advantage from the start. Once the ship entered hyperspace on its way to the next destination was when they'd make their move to take the ship, killing or subduing the crew. They were Hutt mooks, he doubted they had much backbone. How well could they handle four Sith?

He was dressed in his fine working attire, a peacemaker in a reverse draw holster on his left hip with a couple spare clips, his standard cross-guard saber and one of his more practical models both in mag holsters beneath his coat along with a pair of eight-inch vibroknives. Standard armament for the man, light and mobile. His associate Sith were the combat type from what he'd gathered so far, so he suspected they'd get along just fine. So much as Sith ever really got along. They all got some killing done and got paid, so what was the harm?

The transport had already lifted off, and very soon would be launching itself into hyperspace. Wolfgang could open the container from inside at that point and they could get to work. Easy money.

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[Darth Malicia]

A little credits didn't hurt, especially not if she wanted to grow and expand a cult across multiple worlds. Not that this waiting in a box thing was exactly appealing. It was less so for her since Asminys was here. They knew one another, they grew up together and they were deadly effective when working together, but they were meant to be bitter rivals.

That was why, when her hunger was gnawing at her mind and making her twitchy, Demolly pulled a small viobroknife off her belt and played around with it. She wondered if Asminys could sense what was coming next. "You know...." she sent the message to Asminys mind, turning around slowly while she twiddled with the knife.

When they were eye to eye, she took a single step forward. There was almost no space between the pair in the small enclosure, so it put her right in front of him. "I've been wanting to get your opinion on this knife," she said again through the Force to him. The knife spun till the hilt was in her hand and then she swiftly stabbed it right by his cheek. He wouldn't feel the blade itself but he would feel the air as it rushed by. She stopped a millisecond before it hit the metal.

"Do you think it's sharp enough to cleanly carve out an eye?" she asked again through the Force, tipping her head with a wicked smile. She knew he didn't like being threatened, even in a playful manner.

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[Aadya Rasheer]

All things considered, being stuffed inside a GR-75 cargo container with three other Sith was the most exciting thing Aadya had done in months. She wasn't really familiar with any of the people she was with, all Aadya really knew were the details of their operation. Pretty straightforward stuff, really. Aadya liked things being straightforward.

Aadya watched with a sort of.. unsettled curiosity as the other female Sith pulled out a vibroknife and started nudging closer to the bald one. She couldn't hear any conversing, but judging from the body language, those two were either about to stab each other to death or start having sex. Maybe both? Either way, Aadya was already having a way better time than any of her wasted years piddling about with the Jedi.

Looking towards @Cyrus Anvari, Aadya widened her eyes in that way someone did when they were trying to say "Get a load of the weirdos over there" without actually saying it. It was then Aadya felt the ship kick into hyperspeed, a the sign that their job was set to begin in earnest. Adrenaline started snaking through Aadya's veins and it felt nice.

Unclipping her lightsaber from its place on her hip, Aadya gripped it tightly in her hand while her thumb hovered over its activation button. She had no intention of leaving any of the Hutt scum on this ship alive, regardless if they surrendered or not. Aadya was still a budding acolyte, and it seemed in her interest to show these more experienced Sith what she was capable of.

Looking to the others, anticipation painted clearly across her face, Aadya couldn't help but crack a smile. Time to party, She said quietly, waiting for the others to lead. At least for now.

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[Asminys]

Asminys wasn't fond of the current working conditions. He couldn't wait to get out of the container that the quartet of Sith had crammed themselves into to sneak aboard the target ship. As things stood, he found himself far too close to Demolly than he had a liking for, especially once she started whispering her thoughts into his mind.

Eyeing her warily as she toyed with the vibroknife, Asminys didn't flinch a millimeter when she swung it for his face. It was just like her to play with fire, and one day she was going to get burned. As the knife swiped right past Asminys' eye, the crazed witch would feel the cold hilt of his lightsaber press up against her solar plexus, the emitter pointing directly at her heart.

I think you're sharp enough to know better than to toy with me. He projected back into her mind, his thumb brushing against the activation switch. The temptation to press it, incinerating her heart and removing the annoyance from his life was strong, but they had a job to do. If you want to test your blade, use it on the Hutts. He finished, removing the hilt of his saber from her chest.

The ship shuddered as it entered hyperspace, indicating that it was time to begin. The company in the shipping container was getting on Asminys nerves and he was ready for a change in venue. Without waiting, he pushed past the others and opened the container, stepping into the large cargo bay full of similar crates. Scanning the room, there were no guards visible from his current position. "All clear." He stated in a low voice to the rest of the invaders before stalking quietly away from the crate to find someone to kill.

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[Cyrus Anvari]

Wolfgang looked around the close quarters of the cargo container from behind his mask, mentally going through a checklist of sorts. It'd become something of a game any time a number of Sith were gathered in one place. "Subtle" threats was already ticked off from the look of things, though he was mildly surprised no one had given a long and impassioned speech about murder yet. Maybe they'd get to that later? Wolfgang half-shrugged in the direction of @Aadya Rasheer in reply, having more or less become used to that sort of thing. So long as it wasn't directed at him.

Ah, but it was time to get moving it seemed. Asminys stepped out of the container and Wolfgang followed behind, head cocking slightly to listen to the ambient noise outside their makeshift infiltration box. He didn't hear much beyond the passive sounds of the ship itself, confirming Asminys' assessment. The cargo room was clear, a further sign of the haste the cartel was moving these goods out. Likely the entrances were guarded, however, if not the room itself.

"And so it is," Wolfgang replied softly at Asminys' pronouncement, walking casually out behind the other man, though keeping his footsteps quiet. As the group neared an area by the main cargo bay entrance, the sounds of a door sliding open and a number of footsteps entering and settling at a rickety card table would be quite audible in the otherwise quiet space. Conversation in Nikto echoed along the metal crates and walls, three distinct voices. Lazy guards, no doubt. What a shame they were in such close quarters.

The white-clad Sith slipped his way through the alleys and spaces between stacked crates and cargo containers, moving directly toward the sounds. Assuming the others could easily hear them, as well as feel their presence, Wolfgang decided on the quick and overt approach rather than the subtle. They did technically have a time limit, after all, and the cargo bay was packed tight.

From around the corner of a crate he came, not far from the table the three nikto were playing some dice game or other on. The three shared a momentary look of confusion at the appearance of the white-clad Wolfgang, not someone they recognized nor someone obviously hostile.

"Good evening," the predator said politely as he approached, and quickly fixed that impression by introducing the closest guard to his fist, replacing the sounds of ship and conversation with the cracking of bone and cartilage. In the moment of panic it brought the other two guards he kicked up the metal table, flipping it up toward them and providing visual cover for the others and a blunt weapon for himself, assuming they weren't already moving by this point. They didn't seem the type to dawdle.

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[Asminys]

Asminys followed the other Sith, Wolfgang, through the crowded cargo bay. It seemed that they weren't alone after all, the sounds of alien words and the dealing of cards drifting to his ears. His own footfalls were silent like the leading Sith's as they approached the trio of gambling thugs. These criminal types sure did seem to have a thing for gambling.

As Wolfgang approached and cracked the nearest guard in the nose, Asminys hung back a little bit to watch his handiwork. The two remaining guards started to stand and draw their blasters, only to be met with a scattering of credits and cards as the table was flipped.

Grabbing hold of the table with his mind, Asminys waved his hand towards one of the guards. The upright table continued its momentum, but remained perpendicular to the floor as he slammed the Nikto between it and one of the cargo crates with a sickly thud that wasn't entirely solid.

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[Darth Malicia]

Demolly did nothing but smile as she felt Asminys lightsaber against her chest. She felt his desire to press the trigger, but she knew she was an asset and a Cadre-sister. Killing her needlessly was a waste, just the same as killing Asminys needlessly.

She followed him out of the crate and watched as he and the other male Sith began dealing with the first few guards. As they were, Demolly casually walked past them.The small Sith didn't care what the others were doing, so once she found another door she simply entered it without looking back.

The door hissed open and she stepped in. Two men working at a large console began to turn when they heard the door open, but Demolly didn't bother to wait. She wouldn't examine their expressions or body language. Instead, she followed the same instinct she'd followed on Tatooine. She held out her hand and called their lives to her. They curled back in an unnatural way, short high pitched screams rang from them as tendrils of the Dark Side dragged their life force to her.

There was a small moment where she felt satisfaction, as if the hunger inside her had been satiated, but when it was over it was back full force.

She ignored if for now, finally looking up at the console they'd been at. There was multiple screens. It looks like it was the security room, or one of them. Poorly guarded but... as she stared she could see the helm. It was very, very heavily guarded. So much so that it made her eyebrow raise. It looked like most of the guards were surrounding one man.

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