Uprising on Hutta! - A Snout Full

[Doz Noth]

Gamorr, Outer Rim​

DC​

It was beyond ridiculous to Doz Noth in this day and age that slavery was still an issue. How long ago had it been outlawed? She hadn’t the faintest notion but at least the Empire cared enough to keep fighting until these slavers got the picture it was time for a major career change. She knew things were not like that in the Republica where Xenos such as herself were often exploited and Imperials turned a blind eye to the trafficking of sentient flesh. Core world mentality was beyond her.

The Hutt were getting completely out of hand and it was good to know the Emperor was going to do something about. Doz was but part of one squad that was being sent to Gamorr, the intelligence corps having already provided her with the coordinates of a slaver base that was fairly well established. She and her teammates were charged to attack this compound and to slay the Hutt traffickers. Having ridden en mass to the staging point upon the planet’s surface, she and the squad would over run the compound killing every last one.

Attired in her Armour, a DH-7 pistol at her side and four frag grenades upon her belt, Doz handed off the data pad containing the schematics for the facility to her partner. ”Commit that to memory. If we can keep the slavers distracted by a frontal attack, then someone can focus on releasing the prisoners. I wouldn’t put it past these Hutt to just kill everyone rather than risk their slaves going free.” It was an awful truth but Doz was not much one for sugar coating things. Doz took her light saber into her hand but refrained from igniting it just yet. Looking around at her teammates she asked, ”And comments, questions, or concerns?”

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[Razir TaResh]

Razir didn't have any significant feelings about being here. His people had once been slaves, it was because they had become weak but they eventually clawed their way to freedom when the Sith Empire was born. The strong dominate the weak, that is the nature of things. They had been sent to destroy the Hutts who tried to overstep their place. Their blight had only grown under Republic control. That ended now. Soon they would learn their place again.

Razir stood alongside the others who had been tasked with freeing the Gamorrians from these Hutt Slavers. They were brutish creatures, and would likely take up arms against their captors if given the chance. He took the datapad from Doz. He flipped through the plans as she spoke. It was easy enough. "So who is going in and who is staying?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He was confident in his own ability either way, but it was clear she had put more thought into this than he had.

He wore no armor, carried no weapons except for his lightsaber and the Force. His dark robes would let him move more freely which seemed much more beneficial to him. He needed nothing else.

"I'm ready." he said quietly as they prepared their initial attack.

 

[Shizuo Aramusha]

"This...this'll be fun."

Shizuo had come to this mission the moment he'd heard what they were doing. He wore his own light robes, no weighted clothing like he usually sported. Not when he needed to be agile and stealthy. Striking back at the Republic was one benefit, yes, but not so much as striking back against the enemy here.

Slavery was a concept Shizuo despised. Breaking your enemies to your will was one thing, but this was something different. This, was an institution, and an institution rarely needed to work for what it got. Aliens given no fighting chance, sent to worlds they didn't know, to serve people they couldn't understand, or die for causes they didn't believe in.

The hutt's were good at capturing slaves, and using others in their war. His own Clovac had been used like that, essentially enslaved, with no say in who they fought, or why. These slaves should have been given the chance to fight and earn their freedom, not broken and punished for defiance.

"Does it really matter who stays and who distracts?" The question was half serious, and half sarcastic. He gave a shrug as he looked to the two of his coherts, "I'll leave it up to our Leader here. Either way, I'll have it handled." He said, giving a bit of a chuckle as he read through the schematics of the building.

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[Harren Skaalvarg]

"Leader? We are all acolytes here, I see no leaders. Do you, Doz?"

Approaching the trio from where he'd been conducting his own reconnaissance, Harren Skaalvarg as ever cut a barbaric figure in a simple black tunic and pants, with the grey pelt of some sort of beast draped about his shoulders. His blonde hair was bound into a collection of braids and dreadlocks and gathered into a mohican, and his bearded face was grinning at Doz - though it was a clear challenge to her authority and the smile never quite reached his icy blue eyes.

Upon his belt was a simple durasteel lightsaber, and on the small of his back a vicious looking deucalian hunting knife sat in its sheathe. He carried no other weapons, and wore no armour save some light pleated carbon fibres across his chest, forearms and shins. It was not armour designed to take a solid hit, but more to allow him freedom of movement, protect from glancing blows and impacts, and provide a little more bite should Harren use his intimidating physical strength to punch or kick.

He looked over the plans on the screen, but he already knew what he needed. Truthfully Harren didn't give a damn about their mission, he was there to hone his skills in battle and see a little slice of the galaxy that reportedly bred great combatants in the form of the Gammorreans. So far he was unimpressed, and had come to wonder why they were so highly regarded as fighters if they could be so easily subdued by the Hutts. Then again he had yet to actually come up against one, so there was time yet for the pig-men to prove themselves. Perhaps if the insertion team could free a handful they could inspire a revolt?

Then Harren would absolutely get to see the Gammorreans in action.

"I'll attack them head on, alone if the rest of you would rather sneak about. Doz is right they'll kill the slaves rather than risk them getting free and joining the fight. You'll have to be quick once I start."

He looked at each of them for a moment, his eyes lingering on Doz for a second longer than the others. Briefly, he wondered if she was as eager to continue their rivalry as he was - nothing hones the body and mind like competition after all.

 

[Doz Noth]

“I’d suggest getting your eyes checked by a doctor once we get back to Korriban Goldilocks”, she grinned at this Harren having to crane her neck a bit to accommodate his height, and yet her air of confidence seemed to negate her comparative slightness in stature for she was anything but weak. “Maybe if I stood on a box it would help? I know how hard it is for you to bend that stiff neck of yours”, she quipped. Unlike Harren she had control over what her eyes revealed and for the moment it was saying nothing but that she had a sense of humor. There was no need to warn him that she would cut him down if he farked this mission up over who was in charge. He should be wiser than to underestimate her and if he wasn’t then all the better. She always had need of another cadaver for her clinicals.

“I approve of your suggestion, Harren. Since I am the smallest it is only logical that I go free the Gamorrans. Only you’re gonna need the skills of Shizuo and Razir more than I.” She grinned, the implied slight to his abilities being more than obvious. “Do try to remember that this isn’t about you for once? I know that is a bit of stretch.”

She had met Shizuo before back on Dantooine the day she had put a Rancor to flight and seen him at the palace for the viewing of the Kaggath. It was doubtful the man would remember. Razir, on the other hand, was a stranger to her but from the brief dossier that was included on all of them in the mission briefings she had no concern over his fitness for duty either. It was obvious she and Skaalvarg had a past, brief though it was. Truthfully she had no doubts about any of their abilities to succeed today, even the shaved Wookie.

”I’ll make my entrance over the southern wall. Sensor readings from the advance scouts indicate the greatest concentration of life forms lies there. Good luck.” And with that she was off running through the night to put as much distance between herself and the front gates as possible.

She found herself in prime position for making her ascent of the wall. Once she reached the top she looked into the compound. Numerous light poles kept the darkness at bay leaving very few shadows within to hide. Four guard towers, two to the front gates and two to the southern wall provided a clear field of vision for the sentinels on watch, but it was to the large cages set up beneath her she focused her attentions. Exposed to the elements, the pens could scarcely be called shelters and she quickly estimated the numbers of Gamorrans to be pushing close to one hundred. It was the height of stupidity to keep so many together like that but perhaps the troubles in the sector made transport off world a bit sketchy for the time being.

Doz dropped down to the ground lightly upon her feet when suddenly a big red beacon began spinning round upon the tower and setting off a siren. Cursing her luck, she realized she had set off some motion sensors. She would just have to trust the men to draw attention away from her while she attempted to free the slaves.

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[Razir TaResh]

He rolled his ways at the comments about leadership. It was the flaw in their way of life. People feared being seen as subservient to anyone. It was obvious to him Doz had done the most research and if she wanted to sneak back to the Gamorreans, that was fine with him, he honestly couldn't stand their smell.

They took off at the same time as Doz did, to start their attack. Razir ran to the wall, dodging the lights on his approach. Calling upon the force, he leaped up the wall and then quickly scaled the right guard tower. As he reached the top, the sirens began to blare, lights flashing. The guard atop the tower looked back towards compound where the alarms came from. He never knew what happened, the lightsaber igniting and piercing the back of his head.

This would draw the attention of the other guard tower facing the front of the base but he thought the other two could take the second tower. They would need to act quickly as guards were already pouring out of a barracks, heading towards them.

 

[Shizuo Aramusha]

"Heh, Guess we know our battle plan now." Shizuo said, trusting that the sith woman who dispatched a rancor on her own, would have no issue dispatching the enemies within. Now, came the matter at hand. Not only were they to kill the slavers here, they were also supposed to draw the attention of the guards their way.

Doz went in from the south, so it only made sense to strike the North. He wasn't sure what the other two would do, but he trusted whatever it was, was going to be good. Regardless, their goal was clear, draw out as many enemies as they could so Doz could free the slaves. And you didn't draw out enemies by being quiet, you drew them out by being loud.

Shizuo started by running up to one of the Watchtowers, his saber igniting as he jumped up using the force to assist him. His first strike found its mark with a surprised guard, however, the tower had more then one. The man looked at Shizuo, saw his glowing saber, and booked it to raise the alarms.

"Let's speed things up a bit..." Shizuo said as he inhaled a breath. He channeled the force, this time into his voice as he spoke, letting out a force bellow, "COME OUT HERE, COWARDS! COME, AND GET A QUICK DEATH!!!"

The voice carried and echoed off of the tower, and a few seconds later, Shizuo was hitting the deck. Blaster fire hailed at his tower. He'd gotten their attention all right, but now he needed to figure out a safe way to start retaliating.

 

[Harren Skaalvarg]

"Just don't trip any alarms, I don't want to have to bail you out, sister..." Harren's eyes remained a picture of his true demeanour as he spoke, smile remaining. He had the utmost confidence in his own fighting ability, but thus far he'd never seen Doz do any sneaking. It would remain to be seen, as far as Harren was concerned, whether she lived up to her own hype.

The other three scattered, melting into the shadows and avoiding searchlights with well practiced ease. Doz headed south, Shizuo north and Razir east. Harren watched them go for a moment, his grin sliding from his face the moment nobody was watching. It appears that his slights had passed right over his comrades heads, they did indeed all prefer sneaking about in the shadows to an honest test of one's mettle. Pathetic.

Taking his lightsaber from his belt, but not yet igniting it, Harren walked right up to the front gate making no attempt to dodge the beams of the searchlights. One guard saw him, and pointed, but the motion alarms went off at that moment - Doz tripping a sensor somehow. The pointing guard, distracted for a moment, took his eyes off Harren to look at the commotion Doz was causing. It was all he needed to make his own entrance.

The Deucalian lit his blade and plunged it deep into the front gate. The crimson blade pierced the metal with a loud grating noise and drove right out the other side - Harren began bringing round in a wide circular motion, cutting a hole large enough even for a Gammorrian to fit through. It was loud, it was obvious, it sent a message to anybody in the area: He was coming in and there was precious little they could do to stop it.

Once the circle was complete he punched the metal disc with his offhand and it fell inwards, hitting the dirt and throwing up dust. Harren stepped through the hole, taking in the scene before him.

Both towers had been taken care of by the other acolytes, but one of them was pinned by heavy gunfire from a trio of guards - two humans and a wookiee. He couldn't see Doz, which was for the best given it was almost certainly her that had tripped the alarm so at least she wasn't dead if she was hiding, and another full squad of ten guards of all shapes and sizes were emerging from the barracks. They had guns, a few had vibroblades - one even appeared to have a vicious looking battleaxe. They were bad news - much worse than the tree laying down suppressing fire.

Harren grinned. His blood, with the force running strongly through it, turned hot and angry. He shouted at the top of his lungs.

"COME THEN, WHORESONS, COME AND MEET THE SKAALVARG, COME AND MEET YOUR ENDINGS!"

Drawing the hunting knife from the back of his belt with his offhand, and saber raised, Harren charged ten fully armed and armoured opponents. So tactically inept an attack was this that the guards were caught on the back foot - they genuinely hadn't considered the possibility of one man charging so many. It was a distraction though, exactly what Doz needed to get her work done. The other two would have to work out a way of dealing with the shooters pinning Shizuo before coming and helping out Harren - not that he was thinking this far ahead.

The Deucalian's blood was up, there was no stopping him now.

One guard managed to get off a shot as he charged, but the lightsaber deflected it off into the night sky. Then he was among them, engaging all ten in a violent brawl - just the sort of fight Harren liked best. He beheaded one with his lightsaber and buried the hunting knife in the throat of a second before any of them could so much as react. The others, reeling from the ferocity of the two metre tall berserker attacking them, scrambled to get a hit on him. The battleaxe wielding one, another wookiee, managed to bring an overhead swing down that Harren was forced to dodge, and he blocked a stab from a vibrosword. A fist connected with his jaw, but Harren didn't feel the pain. He was laughing, he realised after a moment, and his eyes were wild.

Despite the early success of his attack, the Deucalian now faced eight opponents in a whirlwind of a melee, and the momentum of his charge had been spent. He was in a precarious position as he hacked and slashed, roared with laughter and blocked, though he'd done exactly what he said he would. A distraction Harren most certainly was.

 

[Doz Noth]

The sounds of battle were growing steadily louder as each of her team mates successfully engaged the enemy. Although the comm link was quiet as could be, she could hear the men shouting their battle cries. Rather than take time to admire the battle prowess, tempting though it was, she moved to put their efforts to the maximum benefit.

Drawing her blaster she took aim and fired off three shots one at each of the locks. At least that was the plan. The first pull of the trigger did nothing, the second hit the lock on the first cage to which the Gamorran’s inside immediately pushed open the gate to flee. She would charge them swiftly, ”Get weapons and fight noble Gamorran warriors! The battle for freedom has only just begun!” It was not much of a speech but then she was not much of a cheerleader either. No doubt the guys could give her pointers, she thought hearing their powerful battle cries.

The third shot pinged off the lock and ricocheted off to take out one of the slavers heading for her and the slaves. Tossing her blaster to the first Gamorran out of the fist cage she drew her light saber igniting her weapon of choice in favor of the blaster. It was a stupid weapon anyway and she was not all that great with it. She cut through the locks on the remaining cages readily enough before flanking the fleeing slaves to deflect blaster fire by the guards who were headed over to stop the escape.

Rushing along their side as the herd stampede toward the gates, she was able to deflect the blaster fire but not with the skill and finesse to send the bolts back upon the guards with any accuracy. A blast got through her defenses and nicked her hand leaving a burn in its wake. Thankfully her dueling gloves had spared her the loss of the hand but the heat seeped through to her skin regardless. The slaves began to scatter many of those in the lead attacking those who had kept them imprisoned in the filthy cages. Who knew what manner of atrocities they had to seek revenge for? Doz couldn’t be bothered to ponder. Rather she steeled her nerve pushing away her frustration with her stupid luck tonight determined to make sure that ended now.

She was Sith and it was about time these slavers got a taste of just what that meant.

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[Razir TaResh]

The others were loud, this was good. They had distracted the guards well and there was no need for further yelling. It was time to kill. The other tower was being focused by a group of three guards on the ground that were not apart of the large group Harren was now running towards.

Razir called on the Force and pulled a grenade from the dead guard's belt and hurled it at the three guards. They yelled and dover for cover but it was far too late. An explosion rocked the small clearing behind the walls. Bodies flew into the air, two in pieces and came to rest several yards away.

Jumping from the tower, he hit the ground running. He circled around the group attack Harren. Razir crashed into the side of the group. He cut one man in two before spinning and taking the legs of another. One fired on Razir, but he his aim was slow and Razir was already gone. He cut three more down quickly before finishing off any of the four who still happened to be alive.

This left Harren with three still pressing their attack, which would likely be no issue for the Sith, at least Razir hoped it wouldn't. Regardless they had all but destroyed their opposition. They just needed to clean this up and hold until Doz was finished with the slaves.

 

[Shizuo Aramusha]

Shizuo had been pinned down from the fire of the Adjacent tower, his own starting to become pockmarked and shredded from the sustained barrage of blaster bolts. The sith was patient however, gathered his strength as he held his saber in his hands. He focused the bloodlust, the fear of death, and the roiling adrenaline coursing in his veins.

Many did not draw from fear, but it was as fine a source as any. One should know fear, to know what they should inspire in others. The sith focused on that power, turning it outwards, inflicting it at his foes. The dark sides powers began to swirl within, as Shizuo felt his body moving without pause, moving before his conscious thoughts.

The bolts had a clear target with his crimson saber, and as each bolt came sailing at him, Shizuo moved like a man possessed. He swirled and darted while standing in place, his blade a cascade of movement as each bolt was caught and sent flying away. 5 Shooters on the tower took their shots, their rifles ringing out, but Shizuo merely swatted the shots aside in seemingly random patterns.

But they were not, each shot was a test, Shizuo feeling where they landed, calculating where they would hit with each movement of his saber. Suddenly, the seemingly random bolts struck with the precision of a trained shooter, each bolt knocked back and smacking its shooter in the chest or head. Even 2 guards on the ground were not safe, bolts sailing at a downward angle and blowing their brains in.

His saber had found itself into a reverse grip with his deflections, and without a word, Shizuo felt himself leap off the building. The force inside of him wanted blood, and now that he was falling, Shizuo obliged. He adjusted his stance mid-air, and suddenly the lone survivor was slammed into the ground, a burning crimson blade shoved through the back of his neck and out into the ground as Shizuo landed on him hard.

The one armed sith stood up to look at his comrades, deactivating his saber as he spun it one handed, bringing it back into a normal grip before reactivating it, turning to see if anyone else might be coming.

 

[Harren Skaalvarg]

Slowly filtering through the adrenaline of battling eight men at once came the slow realisation that the fight was very nearly over. Harren's sense of awareness, heightened by the force and his supreme level of focus as he brawled with the warriors around him, told him that the compound had all but fallen. The porcine warcries of Gamorreans told him that Doz was succeeding in freeing the slaves and turning them on their captors. An explosion tore the three shooters pinning Shizuo to bloody chunks, who promptly dispatched yet more guards - leaving precious few in the compound that weren't in mortal combat with Harren. Finally a blur of black cloth and red blade churned his way into the melee, hacking apart all but three of Harren's attackers while their focus was mainly on him.

This was the end for the slavers. Harren was almost disappointed.

Still high on endorphins despite this realisation, he went on the offensive before even the bodies had hit the floor following the Sith pureblood's assault. Harren was a powerful man, standing a full two metres tall and being built of muscle and anger. He sidestepped another swing from the wookiee with the battleaxe, in the same movement loosing the hunting knife from his off-hand in a point blank throw that found its mark in the eye socket of a guard armed with a bayonet. Now with both hands free he spun, bringing his crimson lightsaber up, over his head and down as he did so - totally severing the penultimate man in two down the middle from skull to groin.

Finally rounding on the Wookiee, who in fairness despite being the last one left facing down two clearly very skilled opponents, didn't seem the least bit unnerved. Harren grinned and his eyes flashed in the glow of lighstabers and fire as he advanced. The wookiee swung one last time with the axe, and the Deucalian made no attempt at all to block or dodge - instead simply raising his off-hand. The axe came down with a meaty whoosh...

And was caught just below the head in the firm grip of Harren Skaalvarg. The force burned through his body, strengthening his limbs and reinforcing his stance, willing him on from within. His eyes no longer reflected the battlefield, but almost seemed to burn with an inner light. Not red, or yellow, or any other colour usually associated with the Sith - but blue. The colour of ice, of the Deucalians... Of Rhen Var.

His lightsaber deactivated with a hiss as he brought his force empowered fist around and smashed the durasteel hilt into the chops of the wookiee. The alien let go of his axe in shock and stepped back - obviously perturbed that a mere human, muscular though he was, could pack such a punch. Dropping the axe to the floor, Harren followed up before his opponent could respond. Three more punches in quick succession, two to the gut - forcing the wookiee to bowl over, and then one more connecting with the side of his head like a pneumatic hammer, sent the giant furrball sprawling. Concussed and dazed, it looked up as Harren approached...

And proceeded to punch its face in until there was nothing left but scraps of bone and mangled flesh, a ruined hole where once a face had been. It took him a few long seconds to make such a mess, but make it he did.

There was precious little else to do, and his adrenaline (and focus) was fading. Absent mindedly he opened his fist, finally relenting from the stream of force punches to wipe viscera from his face. He wondered how Doz was doing. He realised he was thirsty.

 

[Doz Noth]

The end was much swifter than she could imagine and she supposed that these slavers had seriously underestimated the ferocity of these Gamorran's tenacity under pressure. It was the last lesson they would ever learn. Wading through the freed slaves on their rampage of revenge, she played clean up mostly. A thrust of her saber into the side of a guard who stood over a fallen Gamorran sent him toppling to the ground over the body of his victim. She raced onward through the compound only to find the slavers falling one after the other at the hands of their former slaves.

By the time she reached her companions the conflict was over and the cries of triumph were rising into the air. It was baffling to the woman how these people had been subjugated in the first place nor did she much care to inquire. They had not been charged with relocating the freed Gamorrans, this was their world and surely they could manage to loot the compound and find their way out into the world without their babysitting further.

She called out to her team members saying, ”Let’s get going. We can tend to any wounds in transit. I need to get free of the stench around here.” While the men had acquitted themselves admirably, she was well aware that her own performance had been lacking. Such was the state of the Empire when the medical students were even sent to war. None were afforded a seat on the side lines. All in all she was lucky to be alive and it was to these men she owed that life.

Harren seemed to be in a daze and she punched him in the side as she walked by and said, ”Time to go, Goldilocks. We don’t have time for trophy collecting today.” She had never seen a berserker rage before but knew from her studies that often times the warrior was drained to such an extent afterward that a child could literally knock them over. He couldn’t afford to slip into an energy crash just yet and hopefully her slight punch would snap him out of his haze.

Razir had been a force to be reckoned with, his silent fury every bit as deadly as Harren’s vocal rage. Somehow to Doz that made him seem all the more intimidating. It was the quiet ones you had to watch out for but it was not in her to ignore his prowess by remaining silent herself. Not that he required an 'atta boy' from the likes of her! She just was prone to speaking her mind. ”Been a real pleasure witnessing you at work”, she commented. She would have died before admitting that her admiration for Harren was on par with that which she held for Razir. It was apparent the Deucalian brought the best out in her.

Moving through the pile of dead she hailed Shizou standing amid those he had dispatched. Her grin was broad and welcoming. ”You put me to shame too, Shizou. I suppose that means I am buying the drinks once we get back home.” As the weakest of those there her demeanor was honest and open, mostly, but she sure as karkin would not be turning her back upon any of them. Such was the rule of the strong and in this above she knew to be truth. Frailty had no place in this lifetime and she would overcome her deficits or be put in the grave.

/exit thread

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[Harren Skaalvarg]

The punch surprised Harren - he was spacing out a little and blinked several times before he was back in the compound with his comrades. He passed it off as nothing and broke into a smile, though it appeared distracted and his eyes told the tale of someone that was worn out. Doz was right, not that he'd ever admit it, that his rages took it out of him. This was only a small one though, he knew it wouldn't take long to bounce back after a sit down, some food and drink and giving the zabrak a good ribbing for thinking she was the boss again. He turned in step with her and began walking back to the ship. As he reached each of his comrades, he nodded his respect - every one of them had earned the man's respect, and though as he understood it the Sith were more akin to a nest of vipers than a pack of wolves, he knew he'd never betray any of them now they'd bonded in battle.

For all his strengths, all his horrifying talents... Harren just wasn't a very good sith.

Feeling returned and his body ached. He spat out a thick gobbet of blood and spit as he walked beside Doz, remembering vaguely the punch he took at the start of the fight - apparently it had hurt, He'd just been too high on life to realise at the time. Every step he took he noticed another small injury: A cut here, a blossoming bruise there... He was far from untouchable in that state, it just took until he calmed down again before he registered his wounds.

Not that they were bad. Looking at Doz's hand it appeared as if she got shot. He grinned, quietly hoping his friend accounted for herself well once inside the compound at least. As they trudged up the ramp of the ship and began preflight checks, Harren went straight to the galley. He pulled a crate of suspicious looking brown bottles out of the fridge and carried it out to his comrades, dropping it none too gently down before them. Taking a bottle he chewed off the cap and spat it on the floor, before taking a long, deep slug on the Deucalian ale he'd found from the force knew where before they set off. He felt life returning to his limbs as the alcohol soothed pains and the cool liquid quenched his mighty nordic thirst.

"Brothers! Sister! We fought hard and killed plenty. Come, drink with me! And know I regard you all well. I will happily take up arms alongside any of you again! Even you, Doz!"

He winked, and reached for another bottle. He would be a nightmare on the trip back to Korriban...

/exit thread

 

[Shizuo Aramusha]

Shizuo looked at the scene, the liberated prisoners and the dead slavers before them. His mind went back to his family, long ago. The words of his father, which guided him to this day. To protect, you sometimes had to kill. It was why you always needed to be absolutely certain you were willing to risk it all, including your own soul, to save others.

Shizuo smiled as he thought of this, behind his rebreather. He was proud to help these people, and he was pretty sure he could live with a few less slavers in the galaxy. He looked to the large blond human, he assumed he was human at least, as well as Doz's offer and gave a laugh, placing his lone hand on his hip.

"Sounds like a good way to celebrate to me. You fought like a goddamn beast out there. Good stuff..." He said as he looked to Harren and then to doz, "I should warn you, I tend to like the good stuff..." He said as he walked with the others back, a feeling of odd contentment that he hand't felt in a long time, brewing inside of him.

/exit thread.

 

[Razir TaResh]

As more and more of the freed slaves came out, the smell grew. It was quite offensive. He was glad to be leaving. It had been a quick, bloody battle, but almost all were. The other slavers in the area would learn there place. If they didn't, he'd expect they would be back out here killing more until they did.

"And with you." he said smiling and nodding slightly. He had not seen her fight, but it had been apparent she had done some fighting to receive the wounds she had. He kept metal records of the other two's skills. He didn't necessarily believe absolutely in the "Rule by the Strong" approach of the Empire, but it had been ingrained into him from birth. It was the way of the Sith. Today, they were allies, tomorrow, who knew.

He took a drink, but he was not one for excess, or for being around loud drunks which Harren seemed like he would be. When given the chance, he would slink away from the others.