Some Twisted Justice

[Halmo'de Torobah]

Lorrd, Western Mountain Range

0600 Standard Hours

Halmo'de had enlisted a pilot to fly them to a specific area in the mountainous countryside of Lorrd. Slavers littered the hills with their camps, fighting and trading human life. It was as immoral as it sounded, but this was not why Halmo'de chose to attack the slavers rather than trade. He wanted to make the slavers, those he saw as weak armed men subjugated weaker unarmed men, women and children. He sought to give them a piece of their own medicine and reduce them to their own form of currency.

They would not be so lucky in the hands of their former slaves, or the Exiles, for they would all then be equally worthless fodder for the Exile's ultimate goal of acquiring a Corvette. Not all of them would be meat for the grinder hpwever, some more skilled individuals would be tasked with manning the ship into hyperspace, back to their base. The group of Exiles had been dropped off about one half mile from a smaller slaving settlement. The layout of the base was fairly straightforward forward; built into the side of a cliff, with natrual walls on the sides, and a camp with a simplistic perimeter, and the beginnings of an outer wall.

There were two potential approaches to this situation, rappelling down from above into the back or sides of the mountain, or a full frontal assault on the base. Halmo'de and his longtime friend @Narri Emrour had been a team since before the founding of Prakith, and had gone on to master the power of the dark side. With her, they could achieve very much for the whole of their faction, and could almost certainly take down any resistance raised against them. The rest of his team followed behind him, carrying their gear.
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@Darasuum

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[Narri Emrour]

Narri had always been....a bit unsure about her position on slavery. She'd had a close one with such a fate when she was younger, and her species was near constantly under its yoke. Those factors had always made her a bit uncomfortable with it, a tad conflicted. That said, she'd never actually cared enough to do anything about it, usually just shrugging her shoulders and going on with her own things. This though, this was one of those times when she was thrust right into the middle of it, where she wasn't quite able to just ignore it and walk away because she was super involved.

On one hand, they were there to deliver some slavers their just comeuppance, taking down a complex with presumably immense violence. But then they were going to enslave the slavers...and re-enslave the slaves. It decidedly NOT the morally just thing to do really, and it was almost enough to rile up that uncomfortable feeling again. Usually she didn't have this kind of problem, like, for anything, and she'd done a lot of bad things before. But slavery, she had to admit it made her lekku tingle a bit. Narri sighed and tried to focus on her gear, looking it over to make sure she had all her usual things. She also gave her cybernetic leg a final once over, making sure nothing seemed out of place before betting her life on it again.

Once again she was teaming up with Halmo'de, a old and mostly trusted comrade of many years. Together they'd racked up an impressive record of successes, and this would likely be another. They were assaulting a compound set into a mountainside...a simple place, but moderately defensible with only two real attack points. Narri, personally, was hoping for a frontal assault, maybe by throwing their ship through the gate even. Whatever, she just didn't relish rappelling down a mountain, dangling over such a drop whilst maybe batting away blaster bolts. @Gian Greydragon @Darasuum

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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The undesirable and inevitable use of indentured servitude put a bad taste in many individuals' mouths. Cyzyn-Itza-Rus was indifferent to such a facet of the galaxy's economy and culture. Slavery existed and utilized, in its harshest fashion it killed generations, whole species. But for others it was accepted and even welcomed as a cornerstone of culture. The Tiss'shar did not care. He had a line gun slung across his back. Shock boxing gloves covered his armored hands. Perhaps they were overkill considering the taloned hands he possessed that were no less deadly encased in his Drake Heavy Armor. He wore a greyish black cloak over his form. The ridges of his trapping giving a spiky silhouette.

Cyzyn-Itza-Rus stood motionless behind the other two jedi exiles in the event someone looked up expecting to see movement or a silohuette. He did not need to say anything. He was curious what these two masters were capable of. His cerulean serpentine eyes looked over the horizon at the world itself. His thoughts on his own agenda in months to come. His two lightsabers were not his only weaponry. He also had a thunderslug pulse wave pistol, a line gun and a fragmentation as well as a non lethal adhesive grenade. The pistol he had two reloads for though he seldom used it. The reptilian dakr sider had used the harpoon of the linegun to kill a man before, that had been an interesting event. But he wondered why the two masters had not brought at least an ascension gun or some other utility device to assist with the rocky terrain.

The Tiss'shar had arrived on his own personal ship. The Pale Harvest was a Farsight scout ship, composed of high quality equipment and it held a small armory. His mind wondered if he should grab the DGV-1 custom targeting rifle from the ship but thought better of it. They were to take people alive after all. Perhaps the legacy of Death was not best suited for this endeavor. His senses turned outward to the those ahead. The feeling of the possible guards, whether or not they were on alert, lax or asleep.

@Phoenix @Gian Greydragon @Narsi ​

 

[The Storyteller]

The Exiles would have quite the fight ahead of them. The particular settlement they had chosen had seventeen slavers guarding sixty prisoners that they planned to sell on the market. Despite the fact that they'd lost almost half of their "acquisitions" to cramped quarters, unsterile environments, and severe punishments and beatings, the slavers didn't care as long as they were making a profit... and they certainly were. It was clear that the humans and aliens they traded in were little more than meat to these men.

The base had a half-dozen men standing watch in pairs along the walls with each pair nursing a light repeater in addition to a variety of their own personal equipment including blaster rifles and pistols, vibroswords, and hidden grenades.

Each of the pairs was stationed along the walls and it would be quickly apparent if they were mysteriously killed and would prompt the alarm to be raised, bringing guards from other nearby camps in droves that could easily overwhelm the Exiles if they lingered too long. @Gian Greydragon @Darasuum @Narsi

 

[Artyom]

"Stealth, would be the best approach."

The masked Jedi crouched beside Hal, looking out to the fortress they were about to assault. There was no possible way that they’d be able to go in guns blazing without alerting all other slave camps in the area. As far as the other Exiles were concerned, Artyom was nothing more than another Exile apprentice that Hal picked up on his way in for this mission. Not necessarily incognito, Art was more experimenting with another aspect of society in his mind.

The Crusader had never dreamed of one day working alongside the exiles. When he was younger, his entire life was dedicatated to their eradication. But now, five years since the last time he took an a life, he felt nothing but emptiness and anger. The Exiles were winning, and the Jedi could do nothing to stop it. So it made the former Crusader wonder, if the could not beat the Exiles, why not join them? His lightsabers clipped to the side of his belt beneath his tunic and his blaster pistol drawn, Artyom was armed with everything he owned.

Looking to Hal, he asked.

“What’s the plan, master?.”

 

[Halmo'de Torobah]

Halmo'de looked out over the valley below them, where the entrance the of the base lies. "I'm in agreement with Artyom. If we go in through the back, we could take out their alarm system, before releasing some of the slaves and causing a riot. In order for that to work though, we need to move in quickly and quietly. No lagging behind, no distractions," he said, lingering on the word 'distraction'.

"That's it. While two of you sneak around the back, I'll go in through the front door with one of you, under the guise of a slavers looking to sell off some merchandise. Once we either get in the main door and separate, one of us can distract leadership, and keep an eye out for their communications systems, while the 'slave' frees the others and prepared an ambush. Who among you would be willing to play the part of the slave?" He asked scanning the faces of his comrade, the Rodian gunman, and Hal's apprentice. If all else fails, he could serve as a distraction by inquiring about a sale and gain entrance that way.

 

[Narri Emrour]

So much for going in guns blazing, the idea put firmly to rest as both Hal and his apprentice spoke against it. That was unfortunate, Narri had always hated such limitations. But she had to admit that it was probably far safer this way, squinting at the compound had revealed it to be more protected than she'd thought. That required more planning however, which Narri was more than happy to take a back seat to and let the others figure it out. Or, at least she WAS happy, until Halmo'de got to the word "distraction."

At that point the other Exile had a...glint in his eye that she didn't like. She liked it even less when he continued, asking for someone to play the part of a "slave." Oh, suddenly all eyes were on her, or at least it felt like it. She definitely saw Halmo'de sneak her glance whilst "scanning for volunteers." No way, no way ever, not for a million credits, not for a billion. Narri was NOT going to place herself in that kind of position. Resisting the urge to spit and growl, Narri put on her sweetest voice as she replied. "Sorry, but no, I'm going to pass on that role. " Her tone would make it very clear that there would be no convincing her otherwise.

It was a good plan however, she had to admit that. So after a moment she continued on with her own suggestion, one that seemed appropriate considering who had suggested the slave idea. "I think YOU should be the pretender Halmo'de, I hear Echani are considered very valuable these days. I'll even go with you as the seller, so that the two of us are taking the on more dangerous task. Also, I didn't bring my climbing gear and I don't want to use the tack that came with the ship" She gave him a sharks grin, looking around at the others for potential agreements. @Darasuum

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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Remaining stoicly silent the Tiss'shar tapped a few keys on his data pad. His Locust scavenger droids would leave his farsight scout ship and go about scavenging for bits and pieces that might be useful for him in the long run but were apart from the current area of operation. If they were destroyed by some animal or looter then it would also act as a security measure for his own vessel. But he doubted there would be any such activity in this place in time.

Despite Cyzyn-Itza-Rus's size he was adept at stealth, going unnoticed and ignored by others. However he wondered if now would be the best time for him to be traveling below the radar. He breathed in calmly as the others discussed the possible avinues of approach before eventually speaking up on his own accord. His deep voice rumbling with occasional reptilian clicks, accenting his speech. "Ill advised. The slavers are not very eloquent and seeing someone they might consider an exotic means of enjoyment might stir them into targeting you even if they believe you to be a legitimate seller of slaves. I can play the part of slave or slaver." When finished he looked over to Halmo'de to see what his decision on the matter was.

Twi'leks were often seen as the exotic dancers and slave girls that people had on chains to look pretty. The things many of them had to suffer through were terrible to say the least and much of the galaxy saw them as just that, objects. While the Dread Lord did not agree with this, he could not ignore the ignorant views that the slavers would likely hold. The small squad of warriors would have to acknowledge that and plan to mitigate and manipulate the narrow minded individuals they were going to assault in a few moments if they wanted to be most effective. The Echani, this was his operation and he could play any part if he so wanted. The words about the Echani being a desired near-human species were not incorrect either.

The reptilian jedi exile was not estranged from slavery. He did not have an opinion on the matter either way. Several sets of slave trooper armor resided on his ship lest he need to have random unlucky locals on a backwater planet work on his behalf. It was just bad luck and the hand that fate delt others to bee stuck in such positions of misfortune. But these slave owners were unpleasant to say the least. In Cyzyn-Itza-Rus's eyes they were the type of individuals who broke their own property, made bad business choices, and wondered why they were not reaping more profit. They were myopic scum and they were far from the top of the food chain. Their deaths would not be unwarranted and would be easily forgotten.

@Phoenix
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[Halmo'de Torobah]

Halmo'de opened his mouth to respond to Narri, but paused. That actually wasn't such a bad idea. "Given my mixed heritage, they might think me just a fair skinned human. I'll act as the slave, then," he said, before handing off his War Pike to Oondo, and then unclip his lightsaber hilts and hand them to Narri. "Guard these closely. I'll take them back when we regroup. Use them if necessary, but only if necessary," he said to the group collectively.

"Oondo and I fit the bill best as slave and slaver. I look Human from a distance, and Rodians, no offense, O, walk all walks of life. We'll radio in and approach the gate. By the time they see I'm Echani, they'd be ready to throw me into a gladiatorial ring. Part of me hopes they do," he said, grinning at the thought. "We will try and hold them up. While we do that, you knock out their communications array. You should be able to survey the area from the cliff face behind the base and find the antennae. When we get that down, we'll go loud and force a surrender," he said to the group.

He began removing his armor, leaving his black pants and gi top. With two swift motions, he rips the sleeves from his Gi, and used the Force to rip up the bottoms of his pants to make them appear tattered, burning them a bit on the edges.

"Oondo, zip tie my wrists," he said holding his hands out, balled into loose fists with his palms facing inward. "You're going to have to sell me as a pit fighter. I'll do my best to keep them interested."

@Sarkastik Worlock @Narri Emrour @Insalius @Phoenix

 

[Dennys Waszylla]

It was by this time that Dennys made his way up to the group, his appropriately-colored sneaking attire making him a form difficult to see until he was almost right up on them. He was an old friend of Hal's and Narri's and for this kind of mission, he needed to be a bit more serious. He had his blaster at his side and a few grenades in one of his two carrying packs on his hips. The other one held his lightsaber and a first aid kit, as needed. He also had some rope slung over his shoulder, a strong fiber that could hold his weight and a lot more as needed. He actually had two coils of this rope, as he figured another would be joining him on a drop into the slaver's camp. He knew he wasn't well suited for deception, so he'd do what he did best: kick ass while using his old skills from his days as a Spec Ops soldier.

"Sorry I'm late, guys. I was doing some scouting. I found a good place to drop down to get around their little perimeter. I heard the young lady not wish to be the object of lewd stares and lewder gestures, and I gotta say I wouldn't want to put her through that either. If you want, Narri, you can come with me and drop down to really kriff those guys up. It'll be just like old times." He gave her a smile, though a more reserved one than his usual over the top ones he usually did. He could do it alone, but if she were along they'd be that much more likely to succeed quicker. Regardless, everyone in that camp would be dying a horrible death. Just what those motherkriffers deserved.

 

[Narri Emrour]

Seeing Dennys was a bit of relief, seeing him in the elusive serious mode even more so. She now had one more person she could count on for the mission. His offer was also very nice, a good alternative to what might've awaited her down below, as the lizard had suggested. She returned his smile with a grin of her own, noting the extra coil of rope over his shoulder. It took but a moment to make her decision, figuring it was the lesser of two evils if they were going with stealth. Being with Dennys was a plus too, good partners often made all the difference.

"I'd be happy to join you Dennys, though I'll have to trouble you for one of those ropes over your shoulder." Taking Halmo'de's lightsabers, she'd give them a brief once over before handing them to the Rodian. "I appreciate your willingness Halmo, but it might be best to have these nearby just in case. Maybe Cyzyn can carry them if he goes with you?" Hopefully the giant lizard would go with the slaver group, with one person semi incapacitated they might have need of the backup. She would then watch Hal ruin his outfit, surveying the final result carefully for any flaws that gave his true identity away.

Nothing, that she could see anyway, and eventually she shrugged and stepped away, concluding it looked good enough to pass as a slave. Turning to Dennys and reaching out a hand for a rope coil, she'd give him another smirk before jerking her head towards the cliff. "Well, shall we head off around the base and get in position then? Find any good spots during your scouting?"

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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Staying stoically silent the reptilian jedi exile watched the exchange and preparations. His figure would remain still though he would take the equipment as the red twi'lek suggested but only if the Echani jedi exile handed it to him. This could soon become tedious. It was unclear whether the twi'lek was going as the slaver or to do the stealth option. The being was just waiting for everyone to confirm their course of action. Too much standing around was not going to get the mission objective completed. The other's actions would have to just fall into place.

Uncrossing his arms he took Halmo'de's equipment and strapped it to his own person. Each piece would be hidden underneath his cloak for the time being and he made his way off to one side indicating he was ready to take the fake slave to the camp.

@Phoenix​

 

[Halmo'de Torobah]

Halmo'de nodded and handed his lightsabers to Cyzyn. "You and I will make our way to the gate then. You can take my War Pike as well. We'll have to radio in, before we approach, so you'll have to sell me as a slave worth their time. Try to sound like a slave," he said to the Tiss'shar, handing him his A3 Warpike, and turning to his comrades, Narri and Dennys, "You two move Northwest around the back of the plateau. There may be an access road or something leading up to the top, if not, make a way up, and survey the camp from behind. Once you two find the comms tower, I wager between the two of you you'll find a way to destroy it," he added, with a confident grin. Walking to the edge of the ridge, with the front gate of the slave encampment ahead and slighlty northwest of their position, partially covered by the ridge surrounding the sides of the camp. It was unlikely any sentry would see their position.

@Phoenix @Narsi @Insalius @Darasuum

 

[The Storyteller]

In the guard tower, the radio officer (or what these slavers had as the equivalent) was grumpily munching away on his third donut of the morning and drinking his caf trying to stay awake.

One of the radios squawked to life and he had to finish shoving the remainder of his donut in his mouth before picking it up. Slaves incoming? he muttered to himself, mouth still full of donut before letting out a frustrated sigh. He was annoyed to be getting a call this early in the morning. After all, didn't these people have something better to be doing than making deliveries at six in the morning? This is tower 2-5, what's your request? he asked, rolling his eyes from behind the safety of his radio.

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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Making sure his own trappings were covered by his cloak he stowed what the Sith Master gave him and secured them as well. The war pike he carried and moved as if it were a walking stick. As they approached he called over the comms channel that they were making their way closer. The man on the line did not sound happy. Cyzyn-Itza-Rus' eyes found their way over to the tower "Quick, simple sale. Got an Echani worth your time. I will make it quick." He had owned slaves before. They had been temporary property, chattle to be used as a means to an end. Now all he had left of them was the slave trooper armor on his ship. But he held no particular ill regard towards those of indentured servitude. Just another facet of the galaxy.

As the Tiss'shar spoke he focused his attention towards the guard tower. He honed in his mind and his will towards the man inside. It felt simple, and lazy. Easy to manipulate. The dark sider could probably get what he wanted without using the force but he did his best to convey his mind trick both through the comm-link and also the closing distance of the tower. "Let us through so this can be over with." If it did not work than he would not suspect a thing. Slavers usually expected to be the dominators in any situation.

@Phoenix​

 

[Halmo'de Torobah]

Halmo'de listened as his saurian companion made contact with the slavers, looking onward toward the tower. While he waited for a response, he used the Force to bind his hands with a zip tie, keeping the bottoms of his wrists facing inward against each other, tightening it just enough to just allow circulation.

 

[Dennys Waszylla]

"Yeah, there's a near vertical drop right behind the facility. From what I could see, it looks like a blind spot in their back. Probably don't expect people to drop in from up there on them. Well, let's show these guys wrong." He happily handed Narri the other set of rope, heading off with her to the place he mentioned. It wasn't hard to get there, especially without being seen, and in short order he had secured two lines of rope for the two of them to use to rappel down. "I don't think I need to explain to you how to use one of these, so just give me the word and we'll make our way down. I'll follow your lead and get your back. You ready to cause some mayhem and crack some skulls?" Dennys gave his friend a thumbs up and a smile, his teeth glinting from some unknown light source. He had really good timing with that, apparently.

@Narsi

 

[Narri Emrour]

Whilst the others headed down to barter, Narri was glad to accept the rope from Dennys. Briefly she checked it over, nodding as she felt the thick well woven strands. Good, she had no wish to be suspended with a fraying string as her only lifeline. She then followed Dennys to the spot he'd found, careful to move quietly and avoid being seen. Luckily it was a short walk with plenty of cover and they made good time, good thing too as the others had also reached their destination quickly.

Looking the site over, still careful to stay hidden, she found she agreed with Denny's assumptions. It was a good spot to descend from, leading where they needed to go and with plenty of handholds. She returned the other Sith's thumbs up with one of her own, briefly testing the rope with a strong tug. "Of course I'm ready, this is the fun part remember? And yes, I DO remember how to work a rope Mr. Funny." She gave him one last look as she got ready to lower herself over the side, eyebrow raised under her helmet. "Do try to avoid snapping the rope with your excessive....girth."

And then she was over the side, quickly descending down the rope towards the bottom. She was glad to see numerous handholds about, in case she needed them, and that they were indeed in a bit of blind spot. Hopefully this wouldn't take but a min and they'd be wrecking stuff at the bottom.
@Darasuum @Phoenix

 

[The Storyteller]

Donut man wasn't too happy about this on the whole. He rolled his eyes as they tried to press onward, telling him that they had a slave worth his time. One slave? They were doing all this for one lousy slave? This had better be the most amazing slave the galaxy had ever seen, was all he was saying.

Copy that, he grumbled. Come on up, he added before reaching for his other radio. It was best that they not get hosed down for trying to walk up to the front door.

All guard stations: incoming sale. Keep your eyes open, but let's not get too jumpy out there this morning, he said as he told them not to open fire on the merchandise coming up the way. No point in interrupting his morning donut and not making any money.

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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The Tiiss'shar abided by the directions of the guard in the tower. He pushed Halmo'de forward with a shove, following the action with a mild snarl. "Move" Even if the guards did not hear his order to the acting fellow Sith perhaps they were watching the pair. He did not want to seem like he was being friendly. His mind strayed to how he would pull off selling a single slave or at least have a pitch that would distract the guards long enough.

They would enter the gate and Cyzyn-Itza-Rus would wait for one of the guards or people in charge to come and see what the Tiss'shar had brought. When one of them approached he would speak up with an offer. "This man, an echani, he is worth a lot. Take a look, tell me what you think." He waved a clawed hand at the shackled man like he was a show horse up for bid. The Sith knew that even chained a force wielder could be a significant threat. But he hoped that maybe the showing of the unique slave might attract the interest of a few other guards. "He is strong, obedient. He will even keep your other slaves in line. I have trained him to listen to commands. Not only that but he is a good fighter, I bet none of your men could take him." He added a Tiss'shar toothy smile to tempt the guards into proving their pride. Even if the guards had a stun baton Cyzyn-Itza-Rus was confident that Halmo'de could hold his own even shackled.

@Gian Greydragon