Slimy Endeavor

[Darth Parox]

Randon, 1547 local time​

Parox had never thought he'd find himself working with a Mandalorian—not willingly, and not instructed to by his faction. It was a peculiar mission that made him feel a bit uncomfortable, but he powered through nevertheless—he'd done worse. Accompanying him was Commander Varo, mostly because he'd been the only other Imperial that had been close enough to Randon at the moment to take up the mission. The two had traveled to the surface of the planet—littered with high-rise skyscrapers and the like—in a shuttle piloted by some unnamed guards that escorted them to the entrance of the building they would be meeting the three Vigos in.

He had not dressed formally, because he wasn't here for pleasantries. They were partnering up with the Mandalorians to help a Hutt out, and this was as much about instilling fear in the Mandalorians as it was about doing it to the Vigos. Therefore, he was all armored up, helmet on for the dread factor but also because he wouldn't have been surprised if one of the bucket heads saw the chance to kill a Sith Lord and tried shooting him in the head.

Varo was at his side as they strode up to the entrance where their Mandalorian companions would be joining them shortly, and the two stood around for a moment as they waited, escorts not too far away. The guards were heavily armed and would ensure no skirmish broke out between the members of the two parties, but Parox didn't trust them with his life. He'd need to watch his back.

"This better be worth it," he murmured, but he already knew that putting so much on the line for one small planet was rather idiotic when they could have just taken it by force.

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[Koil Solus]

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The only kind of slug Koil ever really liked was the kind he could put through the skull of an enemy. He was glad that recently he had not seen a great deal of them. But after the taking of Imperial Hutta space and making it into Mandalorian territory it was only a matter of time before the slithering criminals started to come out of the wood work.

Randon, the planet actually was of some significance to Koil. It was the planet where his parents had been killed. It was the place where the Mandalorians had picked him up and taken them with him back to Mandalore. Wyatt had known as much but he was gone. Nobody, save perhaps Mand'alor knew of his background. While nobody knew, it still itched at the back of his psyche to return to this location.

Hopefully nobody recognized him from his last visit. The War Councilor wondered if that sky yacht was still around or if one of the Vigos they were meeting with would be on that thing.

Today he was not going to squash any hutts, not if he could help it. No, instead he was actually here at the request of a gangster who needed some expertise of varying degrees to assert his control over three specific Lieutenants. Much like Nar Shaddaa, Randon had a culture of its own and no occupation from any faction would change that. So it was best to make sure that the irremovable status of the underworld was at least somewhat in his own people's favor.

As always, he was wearing his Beskar'gam, clad in scatterweave covering that seemed to ignore direct sunlight. His V slit visor not reflecting much of anything either but was still visible in the afternoon sunlight that pierced the clouds. The VXN dropship came down, weaving between sky scrapers to finally land at the appointed place. He had his own compliment of twelve Solus marauders. They would remain with the ship for the time being. There were three Vigos to meet and one of them might require extra hands, or fists.

Walking down the ramp his boots barely made sound out of habit. He was Silent Badger after all. As he moved to meet with the Sith he felt his trigger fingers itch and became well aware of the weight of his weaponry and its placement. But this was to be cooperative and while this was an opportunity it would have to be passed up. The Mandalorian was not sure which one of the three lieutenants they were meeting first, or if they were meeting all three of them simultaneously. Each required a different level of handling judging by the intel.

Actually, he was the only ranking Mandalorian on this mission. The other representative that was not Sith was a Deucalian warrior. It was good to have some variety when dealing in these matters but Koil would have been lying if he said he did not want another Mandalorian by his side. All the same, it could not be helped and he was fine working as a lone Mandalorian.

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[Uhtred Wardruna]

It was hard to say whether one should have considered the world of Randon to be fortunate or unfortunate. On the one hand, Randon was connected directly to Nal Hutta itself, due to a series of intertwined hyperspace trade routes. On the other hand... Randon was connected directly to Nal Hutta itself. Because with Nal Hutta came the Hutts... and with the Hutts came all the bile and corruption one could expect, and more.

Historically, Uhtred's people have long had a loose connection to the Hutts, often operating as brutes and hired mercenaries for the slugs. But those days had long since past, and Uhtred couldn't stand-the things. Uhtred had landed in his starfighter, fully armed and equipped with all of his gear; no sane man would land anywhere near a Hutt powerbase otherwise. That being said, Uhtred was not here and about seeking work. He already had it. There was just one small catch to it; he wasn't on Randon as Uhtred Wardruna. He was here as Saren Vau, dispatched on the request of his father, and on the behalf of his father's people.

Of course, outside of Clan Vau, Uhtred doubted other Mandalorians would have known about his dual identity, and in the end it really didn't matter. Jumping out of his cockpit and onto the landing pad, Uhtred didn't even bother taking in the sights, and instead tended to his throwing hatchets, dagger and lockbow, slinging it over his back as he proceeded forward. Initially, Uhtred had assumed that this task would have been delegated to lesser warriors; he did know the Sith would also be there, which was strange enough already for him, but it had only compounded once Uhtred recognized the armor of one, a member of Clan Solus and the Mandalorian War Council, and a Sith Lord whose name he couldn't quite recall, except that he was fairly certain it was someone of the Drast dynasty.

Well... no way this will end badly, huh? Uhtred mused to himself, grinning behind the concealment of his helmet.

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[Markus Varo]

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Markus didn't like Mandalorians but it was apparent for this particular mission, they would have to put their differences aside. At leased Markus was with someone he knew, Darth Parox. If the mandalorian was any trouble, Darth Parox was sure to sort things out. They traveled in a shuttle to the ground. To be honest, Markus was a bit nervous, because this particular mandalorian was a high ranking one that killed sigh and troopers before. It didn't matter, the quicker the job was done, the easier it would be. The two were the first to land, as they waited for the rest of the group. Markus was wearing simple cloths, but had his armor on. The mission was to help some slimy Hutt with his problems, shouldn't be too hard.

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[The Storyteller]

The building covered planet Randon is probably the last place that one would call home. With it being in easy reach of the Hutt, particularly Zemass, it is unfortunately home to three of the slug's top three members of his organization. It was not their choice, but put on them by the Hutt so he can keep a close eye on them and keep them under his control. Now recently the Hutt has been having issues with these three officers, what they didn't know was that the Hutt had called in the help from two rival factions, The Sith Empire and the Mandalorians.

Originally these three were hired on thanks to their areas of expertise, and their strong personalities. Now it seemed that these personalities had started working against the Hutt. These same personalities will make it difficult for the two factions to secure their willingness to continue working for the Crime Lord. How will the two factions handle these three people without losing patience or Zemass his three officers?

The Smuggler, a human male from Corellia that called himself Dac is the best smuggler that Zemass' credits could buy. He is possibly one of or the best smuggler in the entire galaxy. If someone was to ask him who he thought is the best smuggler in the galaxy he will simply state he is the best smuggler out there and will remain so. Who can blame him? Now recently due to the issue of retainer fees, Dac has been contemplating on going rogue and defecting to another faction to lend his smuggling skills to. If a settlement isn't reached, the man is more than just ready to up and leave. Will the two teams succeed in securing him for the Hutt? Or will the Crime Lord lose his best smuggler?

The next one that the guests will have to deal with is an energetic, young Zeltron named Emora Xanthos. How young? Who knows she has never revealed her age to anyone. The young woman was in the middle of a very interesting research project, depending on who is listening, on how to extract Glitteryll from Energy Spiders. But for an unknown reason to the Hutt, Emora's research has come to an abrupt halt. The Sith and Mandalorians will have their hands full with this one, she is quite the chatterbox. Hopefully they can find out from chatting with her, if they can keep her focused on the topic long enough, why her research has suddenly stopped.


And finally the last one they will have to deal with the prideful feline Arguss. The Zygerrian is so full of pride that the former slave master has been openly saying words against his boss as well as about Zemass. He has been saying them with the belief that no one, not even the Hutt, has the backbone to do anything about it. What he does not know is that Zemass has paid some people to come and pay him a visit. Now this feline hates surprises so there is no telling how he react when the guests come to visit him.


Because of these three's distinct personalities. The representatives from each faction will have to figure out how to handle each one. There is no telling how difficult these three will be. But for sure failure in securing these three may result in Zemass loosing one or all three of his top members of his organization. Leaving a very angry Hutt to deal with. Do these representatives have the skills necessary to handle these three officers?


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[Darth Parox]

Parox recognized the armor of War Councilor Koil Solus as he approached, having seen him in everything from briefings to the news. The man had quite the reputation, having been part of Clan Solus since the days it first began making a name for itself as a terrorist cell, and now that it had become more...successful, so had he, with the position of War Councilor having been granted. It was interesting that it was here Parox would meet him, but the only acknowledgment he gave the Mandalorian was the flick of his gaze up and down, sizing him up like a wolf. Then, the Sith Lord simply turned to the escort that would then silently lead them inside the building and into the meeting chamber.

As they walked, Parox was fleetingly aware of the fact that the Mandalorian's companion was not even Mandalorian; he wore no T-visor helmet or even beskar'gam, his garb more closely resembling a Deucalian design. Perhaps none of the warriors had wanted to do the dirty work of a Hutt. Perhaps they hadn't wanted to work with Sith. It wasn't particularly relevant now.

As they entered, his eyes gazed around the room at the 3 youthful-looking Vigos. Their eyes all had that same glint of greed in it, and he could sense their intentions clear as day. They wanted credits. They wanted "glory." Those two were the only two currencies in the underworld, and Parox knew the Hutt they were working for was a generous buyer.

"Here we are," he remarked, not sitting. "And here you are. Let's talk."

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[Koil Solus]

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Koil wondered if the Sith knew the meaning behind the mandalorians' iconography. The slayer symbol showing his capabilities against Sith and the Parjii symbol indicating his dedication to his people's cause which came with a lot of connotations. The Jaig Eyes on his helmet stare as coldly ahead of him as his V slit visor. The Sith who paid attention probably knew what they meant. If the Empire had certain ranking symbols Koil would have learned them, high value targets tended to have them or distinguished individuals. They allowed others to recognize accomplishment and power but nowhere on his person was his rank within the Mandalorians, only his sigils which were few compared to many. The rest of his armor was a matte black of scatterweave covering that seemed to disagree with the natural and artificial light.

It did not go unnoticed that he had drawn the momentary attention of Darth Parox. The man had high status in the Empire and was Sith who had risen relatively recently. But that was the way of war. Gaps opened up and those that could claw their way to the top tended to do so.

Walking into the meeting room with the three Vigos only a little bit behind the Sith he turned his helmet to the side towards his Deucalian companion. While Darth Parox slowed his walk announcing their arrival Koil did not lessen his purposeful stride. Instead he simply walked up to Arguss who had a rather smug look on his face and threw a fast punch to his face. The move was nothing but a quick cheap shot to knock the unexpecting slaver out with a combined hit of Koil's hard hitting fist and the stunning effects of his shock boxing glove on his hand that had its limiters removed. He waited to see how the other two would react. His stance did not indicate he would strike again or do the same to anybody else. It had been one strike meant just for Arguss.

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[The Storyteller]

"Where are they at?" Arguss asked the other two as he passed around the room, "I have much more important matters to attend to than wait for a couple of guests to come and speak to us. What is keeping them?" The former slave master asked in a complaining manner. The Zygerrian felt that there were other places and other things that he could be doing besides waiting for the meeting to start and end. Just why was he called here of all places? Can't he just go back to his place of work? Sheesh. What is keeping them?

The young Zeltron looked to the feline for a second before looking back to her datapad and continued to type at a insanely fast pace as she noted everything that she recently found during her research, "Patience Arguss. They will arrive. Besides there has to be a good reason we were called here to meet with these people. Who knows it might be for a promotion for all we know." The young lady said as she typed away without looking to the feline once as she spoke, "Personally I like getting out of the lab for once."

"I just hope that the darn Slug is going to do something about that retainer's fee... If not I am out of here." Dac told the other two, "I am the best smuggler in the galaxy and I get hardly anything to show for it." The man said as he leaned back in his chair, placing his feet on the table as the Corellian relaxed. The man looked to the other two, "What about you two?"

"Unlike you I am not in the research for the money. I am finding what I have learned so far to be quite interesting." The Zeltron said as she glanced to the smuggler, looking at him with disgust, "Do you have to put your feet on the table? Do you have any idea where they have been and what is on them?" She asked as the woman tried to push his feet off the table.

"Why yes I know where my shoes have been thank you." The smuggler replied as he managed to keep his feet on the table. Then the door opened and two men walked in. Arguss stood there with a smug look on his face, arms crossed over his chest as the two men entered the room. Noting how the other two were lagging a bit. That will not look good for the two teams. The feline looked to the smuggler who approached, he opened his mouth to say something when he was knocked out. Slumping to the ground with a loud thump.

While the Smuggler was impressed by the Mandalorian's actions. The Zeltron felt a wave of concern and moved her datapad to the pocket in her pant thigh of her left leg, tarnishing everyone's chance of getting their hands or eyes on her research. The Smuggler looked from the Mandalorian to the Sith, unimpressed. The Sith did nothing to impose who was in charge in the room. To Dac the Mandalorian did just that. But at the same time the two that failed to enter the room at the same time as the other two representatives made the two remaining Vigos wonder if these two are whole heartedly dedicated to the task that the Hutt sent them to do. Yes it did not take long for the smuggler and scientist to figure out who sent these four representatives.


Dac was starting to question if it was worth defecting to the Mandalorians due to Koil's partner seeming to not be dedicated to their mission. It will take some convincing from Koil to get Dac to defect to aiding the Mandalorians. Why would he dedicate his precious time and skills to a faction that seems to not be that dedicated to their mission so far?


However it will be Emora that will speak to the two representatives that have engaged the Vigos, "What is it that you have come here to talk to us about? We weren't told why we have been called here." She explained, folding her hands together on the table. She looked between the two men, ignoring the two that have failed to make themselves known.

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[Uhtred Wardruna]

As the escort led the delegates to the Vigos, Uhtred knew it was only a matter of time now. Since he was a boy, he'd born witness to his father's methods of "Mandalorian diplomacy", in all its discretion and subtlety. As they proceeded, Koil Solus turned his head toward Uhtred, and Uhtred did the same, forwarding a nod to his superior so slight, it would have been disguised entirely from the natural movement of his walking.

As the Sith Lord slowed in his pace, Koil and Uhtred entered the room without any hesitation, simply staring down the three Vigos as Arguss bore the most unfortunate award of being distinguished from the other two. Stopping somewhat behind Koil, Uhtred stood back as the Mandalorian veteran assaulted the Zygerrian with a single, brutal punch, knocking him unconscious. His father had a word for that maneuver; he'd called it "greeting someone with the Gar'marev". The Iron Fist.

All the while, Uhtred had not kept his eyes on Koil alone, but had stood off so that he would also have the Sith in his line of sight from their approach. This was not to be interfered with. This mission was one of diplomacy, after all. And the Iron Fist-was but a taste of how Mandalorians conducted-that diplomacy.

The Smuggler appeared to respond well enough to the show of force, although it was clear that the Emora Xanthos felt... concerned. Either way, it had served its purpose and dominated as the spectacle of the room.

"Ni mirdir mhi ganar etie ke'sush", Uhtred spoke quietly, directing it toward Koil.

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[Markus Varo]

Markus walked with Darth Parox, and he stiffened at the sight of the War Councilor. The members of all the factions were herded into the meeting room by escorts. Markus would keep his mouth shut for he wanted to see how the others would react to their having to cooperate together. Already, Markus could feel the tension build up in the room. It was only a matter of time before the fire was lit and everyone started fighting. They entered the chamber, and Markus looked at the three Hutts, all slimy greedy worms that only wanted money. Markus despised people who were greedy and didn't care about anyone but themselves. The Sith Empire would bring law and justice to the galaxy, Markus would make sure of it.

Parox was the first to talk, and Markus stood by his side, not sitting. He curiously looked at the Mandalorian's companion, who was not wearing the traditional T helmet. Perhaps a simple mercenary or the Mandalorian's bodyguard. Markus watched as the Mandalorians walked up to Arguss and punched him in the face, his shocking gloves making the Zygerrian unconscious. Markus was first suprissed, but became relaxed. This was the Mandalorian's ways of negotiation and diplomacy. Fight first, ask questions later. Markus wondered how many more people had to be hit to get questions. Koil's guard walked up to him and whispered something. Markus stood still all the while, his Imperial training getting the best of him. He wondered how far the Hutt's would allow themselves to be pushed before ordering the execution of everyone in the room.

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[Koil Solus]

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One reason he had a positive opinion of Uhtred was he could speak mando'a. Koil knew it would come in handy in these sort of situations. Not all of his associates present were the type of people he wanted to have know what was going on.

Standing over the body of the unconcious Zygerrian Koil stepped over the prone form of the feline Vigo. "Your loyalty has become questionable. Zemass has brought us here to assure him you are all doing your part." He took a few steps closer and without touching his left hand, made a fist that cracked a few joints. "As you can see, actions will be taken towards those that trespass against him." His faceless visor was directly pointed at Emora so she knew he was speaking specifically towards her.

Relaxing his posture after a moment he would continue to walk, this time towards the Corellian. "Of course there are opportunities outside of Zemass's control. We understand this. To each reward there is some risk..." The Echani used tone that spoke of nuanced profit and thriving possabilties. This time his visor was focused on the Corellian. It was the same as when he had stared towards Emora but his body language was not as intense or threatening. His figure stood between the Sith and Dac as he came to a stop. <"...sometimes risks are worth the reward."> He spoke in Huttese, quieter than before so only those within an arms reach would hear him.

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[The Storyteller]

Emora looked down at the table, her fingers quietly tapping on the table. What has she done to have the Hutt doubting her? Doesn't he know that research takes time as well as the fact that snags of unknown durations can happen? Sheesh what is it with men and their impatience? The young lady had no idea what she could say that would make her part of the situation any better than what it is. Zemass is a controlling, violent Hutt who has to have things go his way. Snags or not, even her research has to make good progress. She was sure, until now, that despite the recent snag that she was making good on the timetable. Apparently not, "If Zemass was so concerned about my part. Why didn't he contact me himself? Even he knows that to produce results from research takes time." She said a bit harshly. Why in the name of the darn Force didn't the Hutt contact her? She would not be in this situation if she had been contacted. Shifting in her seat uncomfortably the Zeltron looked to the representatives. Were they sent here to kill us? She wondered before she looked to the former slave master as Arguss sat up, running his clawed left hand along his face.


"Whoever did that better be long gone." The feline hissed as he looked around the room to find that not only were the representatives are still there, but that Koil, the one that knocked him out is still present and close enough to get some payback. If that is the course that Arguss decided to take. Which he is still pondering about. That was until Koil walked over to the Corellian. Why is he so interested in the boy? He is the one with the profitable business.


The Corellian looked to Koil with intrigue as the Mandalorian spoke all the while approaching him directly. Oh this bloke has his attention now. If he can have the same amount of fun while on the job while having a bit more money in his pocket. Well he is sold. But did Zemass agree to his terms? Dac silently pondered, looking to Koil he nodded to signal that he had made up his mind but said, but to the others looked like he is still thinking it through. But how was he going to say his decision without raising an alarm. Oh wait what was it that he did to the slaver master? Yes that is it! Dac turned to face Koil, remaining silent for a second or two then threw a punch at the Mandalorian's helmet. Not even a second after the Corellian was shaking his fist madly, "Kriff those helmets are harder than they look!!"

Arguss chuckled, "And you just made yourself look stupider than you look to the representatives, Dac." The feline will say as he crossed his arms across his chest once more, this time if the Mandalorian had any plans he will be ready.


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[Markus Varo]

Mandalorian tactics were brutal Markus observed. Quite similar to Imperial Doctrine though. He watched as Koil threatened the Vigo. Markus watched Darth Parox walk around anxiously. Markus walked over to him, "My Lord, are you alright?" Darth Parox looked at him and whispered that he had been called by the Emperor. "Go, my Lord, I shall finish this operation. I will contact you when this is all over. Safe travels." Markus nodded to Parox, as he walked towards the exit. Markus returned his gaze to the other members. Markus didn't know much Huttese, but he knew what it sounded like, as Koil spoke.

Markus wondered if the remaining members realized the Sith Lord had left. The person Koil had punched, got up, and punched Koil in the helmet. Markus chuckled to himself, it wasn't a good idea to hit a Mandalorian, even less a War Councilor. Plus by the look of Dac, his punch wasn't worth it. Mandalorian helmets were strong, possibly even stronger than Sith trooper's helmets. Markus interuppted the group, "Pardon me for the interruption. But I would like to announce that Darth Parox, unfortunately, had to leave us. I hope this does not change anything." Markus wondered how the others would react. Would they take advantage of the powerful Sith Lord not being present, and kill the meager Commander, or would they act as if they didn't even care. Markus had to prepare for the worst.

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[Koil Solus]

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Koil stood silently as he usually did. No further commentary from fellow emissaries seemed to come. That was one thing he had not expected. Part of him thought they would be boisterous and contend with his own agenda. But it seemed that was lacking.

One thing that was in additional surprise was the act of Dac, the Corellian swinging a punch at him. The helmet moved with the punch a bit. Part of it was the protective nature of the armor and the other was Koil's fortitude. Slowly his emotionless visor returned to center on Dac. "Want to try that again?" He asked giving the corellian a chance to rethink his response or perhaps method of answering. If the man had intended to convey some positive message it was definitely lost in translation.

While he waited for the man's response Koil made a fist. At this point he was not sure if he was going to hit Dac, Arguss or maybe the imperial suck up. He sounded like the worst hype man that credits could not buy. Part of the War Councilor wished they could see his eyes roll or hear his inner monologue nobody cares

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[The Storyteller]

Dac rethought his actions as Koil gave him what some would call 'the stare'. Man he not only did he make himself look like an idiot but may have done a whole lot more damage here. Then again the Corellian is not very good at using his head from time to time. Dac let lose a sly grin, "I was trying to get across that I have decided to leave Zemass to work for your leader." Hew told Koil quietly so the other two Vigos in the room did not hear what he said. The last he needed was for one of them or one of the other representatives to flip out and kill him. Well granted for him betraying Zemass will put a target on his back, but he can create distance between himself and Zemass easily. People in the same room? Much harder to do. Hopefully him saying it this time will put him on better terms with the Mandalorian.

Emora looked to the Imperial representative as Parox seemed to be leaving them, "W-well if that is the case then let him be on his way." She will say quietly. Seeing that no one has been reallypaying any attention to herself the young lady got her datapad back out and started typing away at a feverish pace. It seemed that out of the three of them the young Zeltron understood just how dangerous her predicament is with the Hutt being displeased with her.

However Arguss had other ideas in mind. With these fools having not said a word to him, besides being knocked out. And now the Sith Lord leaving the meeting. The former slave master wondered if this is such an important meeting why the Sith decided to leave. Well he had other things to do. The feline dropped his hands to his sides as he too started heading for the exit, "This has been fun. But I have much more important things to attend to than meeting with all of you. If Zemass was so concerned about me. Well you lot sure did have a good way of showing it." He will tell the representatives as he started heading to the exit. As he headed out the Zygerrian waved a single clawed hand in a mock 'good bye'.

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[Uhtred Wardruna]

Uhtred's face was concealed behind a metal helmet; distinct from the Mandalorian T-visor, but every bit as solid and heavy. They were designed for battle, with all the fury and destruction one could have expected from it. To intentionally punch_one, and without any form of hand protection?

Well, for some things, there was always the hanging question as to whether an act was bold or stupid. This was as clear-cut as it came, though; there was nothing bold about it, it was just stupid. But then... sometimes stupid was the route to go. Uhtred may not have had the magical 'Force' like the Sith did, but he could recognize a feint when he saw one.

"Oh, believe me, Zygerrian", Uhtred said, addressing Arguss as he made his way to leave, glibly commenting about his treatment. "You don't know the half of it."

The room was a bit emptier now, what with Arguss and Darth Parox both taking their leave.

"Ni cuyir diba'a ogir cuyir sto at ibac ui kaysh shi olyaor di'kutla?", Uhtred asked Koli discretely as he approached him.

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[Koil Solus]

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Koil wondered how this man, a smuggler, had managed to survive this long. Was not a smuggler supposed to be subtle? Here he was coming right out and saying he was essentially betraying Zemass in front of his colleuges to come work for the Mandalorians but at least he did in in a whisper he supposed. Koil wanted to just sigh and rub his temples in disappointment. Maybe he had been spending too much time around other smugglers and nefarious individuals if he had this high of an expectation of them.

Having recieved his answer from Dac he would not provide a verbal response. The Mandalorian had heard the Corellian's interest and that was good enough. His V slit visor slowly turned to focus his attention on the scientist. Now she had his attention and he wanted her to know it. Still, he could tell the zygerrian was leaving and spoke up without looking over his shoulder at the proud feline. "You work for Zemass, Argus. Loyalty is rewarded." He switched to Basic when he spoke to Argus. Koil did not need to state what the opposite of loyalty would incure. The War Councilor would not be surprised if the man turned around due to his pride. Slave masters certainly did not like being beholden to others. They liked being the power in their domain so it would not be surprising if that halted him. Either way, he would survive this encounter and if later down the line he crossed the Hutt then he would be paid a visit. <"He overestimated his own ability and thinks little of the consequence that might come."> he responded to his Deucalian cohort in Mando'a.

"Emora...or is it Doctor Emora?" The Echani spoke again in basic with a far more calm tone than the warning he had used with the Zyggerian. His helmet had not moved after centering his eyes on the scientist. Koil was not a great scientist or medical specialist. He knew some basic chemistry for pragmatic reasons like making high yield explosives and war fare related purposes. First aid was for assisting comrades while anatomy told him vital areas to strike his enemies. All of these were studied for his own specific interests but were not a primary area of knowledge. Koil did not want to improperly address the woman before him. So far she had been professional and had not made any act that upset him or would cause this meeting to be difficult.

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[Markus Varo]

Markus watched as Arguss simply walked out of the room. Interest among the members seemed to decrease. Markus wasn't one to talk, so he decided to stay behind the scenes in the shadow, and watch the Mandalorian play the bigshot role. As predicted, the Mandalorian War Councilor took the reigns and reminded Arguss of his place. Of course, Slave Masters were only in the job for money and power, everyone was into that.

Markus stepped out of the shadows, and watched in mere curiousity, he was waiting for someone to call out to him, offer his opinion, but it was most likely that no one cared about his suggestions, as stated by the Mandalorian councilor himself. "A pity." Markus murmured as the attention switched to the Echani.

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[The Storyteller]

Arguss will continue his way out of the room, offering Koil only a brief glance back at him with a smug, "I thank you for the advice. But I can handle my department without outsiders coming to tell me how to do my job." He will snap before exiting the room completely. The door shutting behind him.

The Smuggler, Dac now pleased with his new path in life sat back in his chair. Placing his feet on the table the Corellian looked to Emora as now attention is fully on the scientist now. So far she had done nothing to deserve the Mandalorian's wrath nor that of the Imperial officer. She is a bit more professional in a ways. When her energetic tendencies doesn't get the better of her. But with the Hutt being displeased with her, Dac is able to tell that the young woman is a bit nervous. Hence why she has taken more of the back seat in the organization by locking herself up in the lab day and night.

Emora looked from her datapad to Koil as the Echani spoke to her, " You can call me Emora." She will say quietly as the scientist turned the datapad off, but left it on the table incase the representatives needed to take proof back to Zemass that she is still conducting her research despite all the set backs that she has had up until recently.

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[Koil Solus]

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"Emora..." He reached forward with a hand and pulled the datapad across the table towards himself, turning it to face him and read what was immediately on the screen. "Consider our visit the equivalent of an inquiry that comes before consequence." A pause hung in the air before he continued enough for her to probably question what it was that she had done to incur such action.

"You have ceased all operations on existing projects for other reasons. You have a chance to explain yourself now." Koil did not indicate that he himself was unaware of what exactly it was that had drawn her attention away from previous production. Perhaps she would think that he knew and in doing so would confess to her actions. It was him playing his cards close to his chest and letting his opposition not know what he was privy to.

"Zemass can be merciful so please, understand that admitting a fault or at very least, a good reason for going against his directive might award you some leniency." As he waited for her to answer he swiped through the screens on the data pad. Even if it held the information that he was looking for he wanted to hear her say it.

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