A Fine Hunt (Closed)

[Prygus]

And Orrell would enter. Into the bar he would walk, taking in his surroundings. The fine establishment was located at an large dock on Courascant. The sounds and sights came with it. Ships landing, ships taking off, the chatter of merchants reviewing their cargo reports. All types and kinds of travelers could be found here.

As for the bar itself, well, much could be said. It was a trendy place, and many came. Coruscanti Docks was its name, and its owner claimed to have come up with the name in a dream. The owner was not too smart, but he thought he was. Everyone else knows its his wife that actually keeps it a float. Orrell would take a seat at the bar, waiting. This was the assigned time. As soon as everyone arrived, they would leave.

 

[Incubi Priest]

Retto entered the cantina in attire that showed he was either Jedi, or peasant. The former was obvious by the tool that hung by his side, a tool of preternatural importance that was ubiquitous amongst those who walked the path of the Jedi. Focusing on the bustling life that filled the bar, the Jedi warrior found Orrell rather quickly.

It hadn't been too long ago that he had been contacted to aid the anti-pirate raid. And it hadn't taken long for him to gain approval from Dewbacca, Wookiee Grandmaster of the Jedi Order, to aid the vigilantes. However, he was aiding to both help them win and supervise them. The loot wouldn't go for frivilous means, though a cut for the crew was obvious. The majority would go to relieve victims of the pirates of their struggle, and a large portion to prevent against further attacks. The leftover would be a paycheck. Of course, he also would see to it that no executions were held, as that was murder.

The short yet powerful albino Tynnan made his way to Orrell and hopped up into a seat beside him.

"Mr. Tisa, it is a pleasure to meet you in person." His voice was gruff and intimidating, "I have approval from the council to aid your mission, so I am here. You'll find my military strategy, potency in Battle Meditation, and skill with a lightsaber quintessential against these scum."

 

[Dan.]

The door to the bar burst open as three young rRodian thugs fell to the floor. Their defeater, Soto, the Cathar Killer, storde in, his big vibrosword out and pointed menacingly at his would-be muggers.

"Next time" the big feline said in a neat Spanish accent,"I will not be so forgiving. Run away, little lizard men, run away. Or maybe I will use this little to on you, no?"

The Rodians got up slowly, then pushed past other patrons in their hurry to escape. Soto smiled winningly at the others in the bar, his fangs gleaming in a thousand reflections of a light. "Children today." A few others lughed with him.

Clapping a few on the back, the Cathar Killah slowly made his way to the bar, where he sat by his potential coworker, Orrel. "So, my friend, you have a proposition for me?"

 

[T.J]

Courascant. A two faced monster fed by corrupt politicians and the scum of the galaxy, where truly nothing was sacred. A permacrete facade was all that hid its true face from the rest of the galaxy. Ares hated just flying in the atmosphere, let alone walking around on its surface. He could feel a pulsating throb coming from deep within the bowels of the under city in the back of his head, almost like a second heartbeat, it was all the pain that had and was being caused by those who didn’t deserve to be alive. The message he had received was pretty detailed, showing him a man, what Ares guessed was him name, coordinates for the meeting place, and what they where asking of him. The prospect of removing pirates from the galaxy was too good to ignore, he would probably be doing it free of charge, unless he found something of value along the way.

He walked into the cantina with a medium sized bag slung over his left shoulder; it contained most of his armor, and his larger weapons. Seeing the man the message said to meet sitting at the bar, he walked over, dropping his bag on the ground with a metallic thud on the floor by his feet. "So I’m guessing your Orrell." He said as he folded his arms. “When do we start?"

 

[Prygus]

OOC: Post order: Me, Incubi, Kaiser, T.J, Pirates

IC: Orrell would glance around at his assembled team. "Right on time."
Not too shaby. We've got a chance. "Right then, lets go. All of you will pilot your won ships for maximum firepower. Retta will go with me. We rendez-vous ASAP." Orrell would hand them each a datapad, the coordinates located within. "Good luck. The pirates will be in a base on the surface. We coordinate the attack when we rendez-vous."

With that, Orrell would walk out of the bar to his ship, the If Only.

 

[Incubi Priest]

Retto wasn't used to taking orders so bluntly, and it wasn't exactly something he enjoyed, but then again he wasn't about to let pride get in the way of success for this mission. As he walked out, Retto was very wary about his teammates. After all, they were nothing like the trained soldiers or fellow Jedi he was used to fighting with, and he hoped their demeanor was not a reflection of their abilities. If so, then he could only pray that the pirates were deaf, blind, and dumb.

Following Orell closely, the powerful Jedi only came up to his waist at best. However he still held a strong aura, and was not afraid to speak up. He was a humble, but very dominant, Jedi warrior.

"You hope to vanquish a band of pirates with naught but three men, and one Jedi?"

 

[Dan.]

Soto chuckled quietly at Retto's comment.

"You forget, Jedi" the big Cathar said, whipping out his large barong ((google it)), "I am much more than a man, as I am assured that you, as a Jedi, are also. We may be small in numbers, but we are large in skill. We will surely triumph in this venture."

Slipping the blade back into his belt, Soto began walking out of the bar, headed towards the spaceport where the Kaiser waited.

 

[T.J]

If the Jedi was concerned about the success of the mission, then there was a cause for concern on Ares part. He still had no idea the actual size of the force they where planning on facing. Skill alone would only carry them so far. He was quiet during the walk to his ship, sighing as he hooked up the data pad to his ships computer. A wall of text showing coordinates and other sensitive information filled the screen in front of him as the ships A.I. went through its pre-flight checks. The engines made a dull hum as the ship lifted off and went into orbit towards the rendezvous point.

 

[Prygus]

Orrell would watch as the Bounty Hunter walked away. Then, he would open the door to a small shuttle and pont inside.

"This is how we are going to win. " Inside the door to the shuttle, explosives could be found. Piles andboxes and crates and bags of explosives. Upon entering the ship, a workbench would be visible, and around it were wires, metal, scraps, and other things vital to fiddling with weapons. The shuttle could normally carry twenty people. 90% of it was now dedicated to explosives. After sitting down, Orrell would enter orbit, punching in the nessicary coordinates.

 

[Incubi Priest]

"Yes, but they too have explosives and I'm sure impeccable defense against them." Retto scolded as the ship began to leave its stationary position on the ground in order to take them to their destination.

"I will be of no use if I am stuck on the ship during a dogfight. I need to infiltrate their base. It is the only way I can put my skills to use here. I sense that my battle meditation will be of no use in this battle, but my lightsaber surely will be."

 

[Dan.]

Soto entered in the coordinates of the rendesvouz into the Kaiser's navigational board, and sent a holo message to Orrell's ship. Once he was sure the message was secure, he begand speaking into the camera.

"So, Orrell, "the Cathar Killah began, "How do you plan on us four killing these piratical scum?"

 

[T.J]

As The Precious Pride arrived at the rendezvous point, its engines powered down and most of its systems went on standby automatically. Ares wanted to appear as nothing more than a hunk of metal to anyone that wanted his head on a platter. He made his way to his living quarters to get the rest of his armor on just incase there was a breach in the hull of his ship during any of the fighting that was sure to happen in the near future. he walked back into the cockpit with all of his armor on save his helmet. He used the information on the datapad given to him to contact Orrell. " This is Ares standing by at the rendezvous point, ready to go whenever you get here."

 

[Prygus]

"Well," Orrell would say, turning so that he could see Retto, yet also speak into the com link. "They have a base in the trees. We are going to land as close as possible without being noticed. Then, I will launch an attack. Soto and Ares will cover me on both sides. When I draw them out, you catch em in a crossfire. Meanwhile, Retto will sneak in through the rear, and cause mass havoc with his lightsaber at close range. Understood?" As he said this, he would drop out of hyperspace, at the rendez-vous point.

 

[Incubi Priest]

Retto stood like a mountain. While smaller than most he would ever meet, and not exactly intimidating with his albinoism, it didn't take a Force-adept to feel the power in his aura. It was obvious to even a blind man that Retto Veraber would become a juggernaut and pandemoniac force of destruction once his saber was drawn and his presence unleashed.

"I do not strike to kill. But rest assured: you get me in, and the Force will guide my hand to naught but victory against those of less powerful morals."

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Meanwhile, in the trees of Kashyyk
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Eul Tymn, the small Gossam criminal, stalked around a small walkway in the gargantuan trees of Kashyyk. Intel had revealed a rumored attack on his base, and though he took heed to it, he only made minimal preparations for it. He walked alongside his ally, Ammbasha, who called the grounds of this planet home. The small base in the trees wasn't really that, it was naught but a dock. It was a place where his ships could be deployed. It was for this reason that he only made minimal preparations: his base was on the floor of the forest, a place that could only be harmed by a ground assault, and a place that no ship could reach.

"The fortifications are complete and infiltration is near impossible anyway. I've got the crew to arm themselves, should there be an attack, but we're still fairly relaxed."

Eul nodded at his friend's growls of Shyyriwook. The Gossam could speak most languages, this being one of them. For such a sadistic and ruthless indivual, Eul was quite intelligent.

"Good, good. I don't think we need to worry though, but I do hope there isn't an attack. Our harbor couldn't take an aerial assault, and I don't want to go through the hassel of rebuilding it."

 

[Random Hero]

What the **** am I doing on this planet? There is not even a bar. Loki thought this as he walked around the base. Though it did make sense to have a base on a planet like this. Doesn't seem that anyone would come here willingly. Loki noticed Eul and the Wookiee a few feet ahead of him. He spoke as he caught up to them... "So someone is going to assault this place? Why the hell would they even bother? This place is a shithole... no offense there big guy." Loki added quickly looking toward the Wookiee.

 

[Dan.]

"Sounds good to me, Orrell. However, I suggest that I provide covering fire with the Kaiser's turbolasers on top. As we all know, Kashyyyk's forests have many levels, and for a ground assault to work, we will need to split the pirates forces."

The Kasier reverted to real space and hovered, idle, as the Cathar Killah, Soto, waited for affirmation.

 

[T.J]

Ares was forced to second guess himself in this situation, knowing that an aerial assault on Kashyyyk would be more difficult than the operation needed to be. He changed his preparations to that of a ground strike, packing extra ammunition and equipment into his kit and setting his ship so it would operate without him if necessary.

 

[Prygus]

"Good." Said Orrell, glancing at Retto. Turning to his comlink:

"Soto, good plan. Land after the bombardment to help the ground assault. Alright then, everyone. We're going in. Everyone tune radios to 197.4" Orrell brought his ship down towards Kashykk. Glancing at his data, he came in low to avoid visual contact, and landed 2 miles away in a small clearing. He hopped out, grabbed his usual equipment and a variety of explosives and other gadgetry, and marched into the forest. With him he carried a walky-talky.

"This is Orrell. I'm 2 miles due south of the compund. Ares, come over here and cover me. Soto, wait for a moment to start the bombardment." Orrell never even glanced back to see if the jedi was behind him.

 

[Incubi Priest]

What the **** am I doing on this planet? There is not even a bar. Loki thought this as he walked around the base. Though it did make sense to have a base on a planet like this. Doesn't seem that anyone would come here willingly. Loki noticed Eul and the Wookiee a few feet ahead of him. He spoke as he caught up to them... "So someone is going to assault this place? Why the hell would they even bother? This place is a shithole... no offense there big guy." Loki added quickly looking toward the Wookiee.

Eul couldn't and Ammbasha didn't even have time to look back and answer their assassin friend. The ships entering Kashyyk weren't in the least bit subtle. The long range and short range sensory equipment picked up the ships with great ease. While visually they couldn't be seen, nothing was done to cover their emissions, which were promptly picked up and relayed back to the computers. Once there, the technicians contacted Eul on the comlink and he gave one command:

"Level 6 code red, I repeat level 6 code red. Survival mode engaged."

Ammbasha snarled with bloodlust as he heard the order. The already heavily fortified and well hidden base just became a stationary juggernaut as the Wookiee personel took up their arms as well as their positions. The base had several advantages, none of which could be topped by the aggressors. For one, all of the layout of the base and surrounding areas could never have been leaked out. Eul himself had to be present to unlock such base, yet important, information. Turning to Loki, the short Gossam grinned,

"Are you ready Loki? Death usually comes swiftly to your enemies."

"Good." Said Orrell, glancing at Retto. Turning to his comlink:

"Soto, good plan. Land after the bombardment to help the ground assault. Alright then, everyone. We're going in. Everyone tune radios to 197.4" Orrell brought his ship down towards Kashykk. Glancing at his data, he came in low to avoid visual contact, and landed 2 miles away in a small clearing. He hopped out, grabbed his usual equipment and a variety of explosives and other gadgetry, and marched into the forest. With him he carried a walky-talky.

"This is Orrell. I'm 2 miles due south of the compund. Ares, come over here and cover me. Soto, wait for a moment to start the bombardment." Orrell never even glanced back to see if the jedi was behind him.

Retto followed behind the man quickly, but did not plan on staying with this man long. He could move far quicker if he was alone, clearing a path through the pirates he opposed. However, it wasn't long after they touched down that he froze and sighed,

"Our presence here is no mystery, Orrell. They know we have landed, and where. I hope this was something you prepared for."