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.
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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