[Hutt] Guarding our Guards.

[druchi]

+++Gamorr+++
Hutt controlled Gamorr, is being devastated by an insurgency. With it's clans still heated in combat, it makes it easier for the Hutts to control them. A small group of off worlders have been reported lending aid to the Gamorrean clan Gakfedd. This will tip the tide of the battles and give them a powerful hand. Find out who these off worlders are and stop them from aiding the clan. It is believed that whoever is trying to take advantage of the Gamorreans, you find out who they are and you find a new enemy for the Cartel.​

Artyom checked over the little message log again and again, he was still awaiting for the Cartels representative to show up a Hutt called Borgeye had been assigned personally to this mission. Artyom was not sure if it was due to a lack of trust still or that the Hutts took this very seriously. Still here he was with just a few Cartel thugs it would be up to him to protect Borgeye once he landed and keep him appraised of the situations as they developed on the planet. Carnuss Gorguul one of the most ancient citadels on Gamorr was also the primary site for landings of business officials on the planet. The citadel was surrounded by an outer city which was divided into clan areas. This was neutral ground to all the pigmen. Artyom had always thought the Gamorreans weak and stupid. However he was starting to revise that a little now on the planet once he could see the careful reconstruction work that had gone into this citadel how it had been angled above the ground and with large sloping walls to deflect energy and slug weapons. It was actually rather impressive a structure. Situated on a hill above the divided city districts and surrounded by numerous tracks with numerous Pod races ongoing. It was a city teeming with life - brutal stupid life but life none the less there were numerous traders and translator droids and Artyom had picked up one of his own. He had laid out a rough plan of what the preliminary steps would be to figure out who was behind the shipments but more importantly he had to first help the Gamorreans in their war a war with troops of poor quality poorly armed and speaking an incomprehensible language of blabbering and snorting. Artyom would have given anything to trade some of the Weequay thugs the Cartel had dispatched for a single Sun Guard. But before he could do anything he had to get Borgeye the Hutt planetside safely and he was taking no risks.

"Kchul, the Borgeye shall be landing sssoooon." The leader of the Weequay clearly had little patience for Artyom and had been insufferable since they had found out Artyom would be in charge of this instead of them. They were idiots, but the Cartel would hardly be pleased if he started killing off their henchmen. He gave a short nod to the thug and motioned the others to come and listen to him.

"I want three of you to go and get Borgeye off the landing platform and make it quick, the other three of you I want patrolling the perimeter around his landing station- "

"And where will you be paleface?"

Artyom would later reflect that he had been too soft with the short Weequay who spoke up, he smacked the short one that had interrupted him with his force pike upside the chin it was only set to a short infliction of pain and so he lay screaming on the ground for about a minute. Artyom just watched in silence and sheathed the forcepike on his back. After the Weequay was done screaming he spoke to the others.

"Any more questions?" None of them spoke up. "Good. Now do as I say or the Hutts will be the least of your worries."

They almost scrambled over one another to leave and drag their bruised and dazed companion with them. Artyom knew where he would be he had spotted it as he was coming in to land a few hours earlier. A rather large castle turret which gave a good overlook of the entire area. After this he went towards the tower and after avoiding some of the guards went to one of the windows that gave him a good overlook of the landing site and the surrounding area. He was expecting a move to be made on Borgeye who was the most obvious signal that the Hutts were displeased with the state of things on Gamorr. It would be the perfect time to strike at the Hutt as he was coming off his ship. He tuned his helmet comms to the frequency that one of Borgeyes ambassadors had told him to so that he could communicate with the Hutt once he landed. For now he kept a watch over the sight. Anything suspicious like the work crews or the Gamorreans fighting or standing about. It was a good position now all he had to do was wait.

He assembled his sniper and perched it on the window sill far above the preying eyes of the stupid Gamorreans.

 

[Dóiteán]

Borgeye's luxury yacht, Grandio Bargon, exited hyperspace above Gammor. Borgeye looked down at the planet in disgust. The Hutts were displeased and Borgeye was there to make sure things were done, the Hutt way. The yacht slowly made it's way into the atmosphere.

<Inform them that we will be landing soon, Trel. Klucha take Nila to her room. I want this disgrace on Gammor taken care of.>

<Yes your excellency.>

Klucha just nodded and, grabbing Nila, took the slave to her room and locked it. Trel, Borgeye's Twi'lek aide, had walked into the bridge of the ship.

<Open a line to the Weequay and tell them his excellency will land soon.>

Trel then walked back to the luxury deck. Klucha had returned and stood to the left of Borgeye. The Grandio Bargon flew towards the citadel and landed in an open space. Borgeye had his Wookies form up around him. The ramp then lowered and Borgeye, with his entourage, exited the ship. Three Weequay formed up around Borgeye and escorted him off the landing platform.

 

[druchi]

"Wellllcome yurrr excelenccyyy"

The Weequay made a show of themselves like peacocks strutting around in front of their master. But it was a safe landing there was no sign of trouble the Hutts guards a few wookies where well kitted out and looked fierce. Still Artyom kept sweeping the area over and over and over again. But it seemed to be safe, just as he was about to pack the sniper away and go meet the Hutt he noticed a small Talz on one of the rooftops... a bounty hunter by the looks of it, he was getting ready to take a shot on the Hutt.

Artyom fired on the Bounty Hunter with his L.A.W.S Peacemaker and watched the Talz head spin off into the bustling market below. Lone gunman? He wasn't sure he quickly thumbed his comm.

"This is Artyom get Borgeye to the waiting speeder barge there was a sniper on the rooftops but there could be more coming your way. I'll keep watch up here and meet you later."

This was not unexpected but it was bothersome. The heads of two other clans where to meet Artyom and Borgeye but it would have to be put off until later in the day.

 

[Dóiteán]

Borgeye was quickly escorted to the waiting barge. Tashnak growled in anger. If he found those offworlders, he was going to rip off all their limbs. Shewa was in like kind. Klucha, Tashnak, and Shewa had their bowcasters out. Klucha was the best shot of Borgeye's guards.

Borgeye now wanted the heads of whoever failed in security plus these offworlder scum.

<Take me to the opera. And you better not get lost or your head will adorn my ship.>

<Yes your excellency.>

The barge turned a began heading towards the opera, with Klucha watching the roofs. Frehyr, who had no bowcaster, stood next to Borgeye, fuming, he thought the Weequay did a terrible job with security.

After a while, they arrived at the opera house. Borgeye and his guards made there way to the private parlor, that was set aside for Hutt use. He then had Trel, personally, get his favorite meal Klatooinian paddy frogs.

 

[druchi]

Artyom had quickly made his way out of the tower once Borgeye was aboard the speeder and headed for the body of the Talz. Of course as he expected there was nothing on it bar credits and a small datapad which only told him he had been hired for a job. The Talz was professional however he could tell that much by his gear. Just not the smartest type to think the Hutts would let one of their own go so easily.

Artyom messaged the two clan Warlords who wished to meet Borgeye, they would be attending the Opera with him tonight although a special feast had been organised in Borgeye and the Hutts honour. Again another prime spot for an assassination attempt. Artyom would be by the Hutts side with the Wookies as his body guard and the Weequay monitoring any and all who entered.

He made his way to the Opera house, he had heard great things about Gamorean Opera but it interested him the same way as a Hutt was interested in labour costs. In either case he had already provded a map of the entire building to Borgeyes ambassador via the holonet and where the banquet would be taking place before the Opera. This is where the War lords and Clan leaders would flock like flies to Bantha fodder. On the upside it would let Artyom finally meet a Hutt in person instead of through an intermediary. There would be a great deal many aliens in attendance as this was to be a billeted performance by one of the greatest Opera females. The Play was a famous one across the Galaxy "Gamlet" a tale of Gamorrean vengeance and madness. This was to be it's first performance as an Opera however.

Artyom pulled up the rented speeder with his protocol droid in close tow behind and went in to the theater, it was grandly designed and billeted. It screamed power and wealth from every corner. As he approached the banquet room he could see the large Hutt and his crew being offered local luxuries whilst some of the Clan Leaders from Clan Glonnk and Jugsmuk and their associated Warlords socialised with one another before they would make their petitions towards the Hutt. Artyom was the first to approach he gave a low bow and brought up his translator droid.

"Your excellency, I am Artyom Kchul former Commander of the Sun Guard. I'm to aide in your mission here in any way I can. I am well versed in the dance of war and I shall hope you find my services more useful than taking out snipers sent to kill your mighty and... grand self."

 

[Dóiteán]

Borgeye looked at the human addressing him. He chuckled, the human was a talented one.

<We shall see. Now who let that sniper get into the citadel?>

Borgeye spoke calmly but occasionally looked at the Gammoreans with humor. The pigs made good guards for the cartel but that was about it. They were too stupid for other work. Now Borgeye knew his guards would do a better job. He once saw Frehyr rip off a Rhodian's arm because he insulted Borgeye.

Trel walked up from behind Borgeye and looked at Artyom.

<Have you found any clues to who would dare insult the Hutts in this manner?>

 

[druchi]

The droid translated the Hutts speech for Artyom. The Wookies were keeping a close eye on him just in case. Artyom respected the Hutt, the fear of the Cartel had inspired this play after all, and this gathering.

"I'm afraid I have not your gracefulness. It was a Talz Bounty Hunter who sought to kill you but his datapad had very little in it. I believe whoever is behind all this will make their move soon. Perhaps at this party. If it's all the same to yourself I shall stay close by, the Weequay failed me last time in the area sweep - if they do so again you have my word they shall be punished. However I do suggest that yourself should talk to these pigmen and see what little they know about who is providing the other clans with these new weapons. After this Opera we can get down to the business of prolonging this war and finding out how the weapons are being transported."

Artyom noticed that the pigs had started to line up behind him, obviously those wishing to beseech the Hutt for advice and offer their pledges of Loyalty to the Cartel. There were many species Artyom noted, even a few Echani and quite a few Bith musicians who had come for the free meal.

 

[Dóiteán]

Borgeye smilled. <You are a skilled talker, human. I'm pleased, nonetheless, to hear that. A Talz? That is an interesting piece of news. Do what you must to find these offworlders that are interfering with our work.>, the Hutt told Artyom. He then motioned for the first Gammorean to come forth.

<Your excellency. We pledge our arms to the service of the Hutts.>, the Gammorean clan leader said as he knelt in front of Borgeye. The Hutt stared at the Gammorean in humor. <We are pleased to hear this. Now what do you know of any offworlders on Gammor?>, Borgeye looked seriously at the clan leader.

<Nothing, your excellency. We have not heard anything of any offworlders.>, the Gammorean looked fearful.

<Very well. Leave, and pray that you're not lying.Next!>, Borgeye said as he dismissed the Gammorean while the next stepped forward a knelt.

Tashnak eyed the group darkly, he didn't trust any of the dumb pigs. He wanted to punish one of the Weequays for their failure but contented himself with the thought that he might get to punish someone soon.

 

[druchi]

Artyom had taken a step back and was observing the Gamorreans they were cowering at the Hutt Lord - they may have been idiots but they understood a Hutt being on the planet was not in any shape or form a good sign. Some more moved forward and declared their loyalties. He hung a round for another hour before he decided to go check on the Weequay. He tapped thier comm channels but there was nothing.

He calmly moved around the party room and pulled out his LAW Peacekeeper carbine and headed to the Weequay patrol route. The two at the door where both dead, they had been killed with their throats slit. He tried a few more comm channels but again found nothing. Must be inside the party. He bolted into the room - so far there seemed to be little commotion. He did not suspect a Gamorrean how many of them could fight and not make a huge noise and squawk about it? He scanned the room there was no one obvious or who stuck out as the assassin. He slid around the room while the party kept on going around him. It took him a moment to realise what it was.

The waitresses.

All twi'lek females dressed in ornate maid outfits they could be hiding anything under those costumes. There were two red skinned ones moving towards the Hutt Lord - they were un noticed by almost everyone. Artyom tapped one on the shoulder to get a drink from the tray. He gave her a rather quick pat down of course the waitress just stood their she had been felt up many times... nothing. The other one had moved off towards some of the Bith musicians. Dammit who could it be! He went out into the corridor again and started circling the room his carbine ready when he found a small access hatch. It controlled the lighting for this part of the hall, he carefully opened it and found what he had been looking for. A small bomb, remote activated. He had seen plenty of these before and gave it a short power surge to short circuit it and disarm it. A crude but effective method that also worked well on trip mines.

He examined the explosive more carefully. Whoever it was must have been seen by the Guards so that's why they were all dead. Must be a pretty recognisable fellow. The actual explosive was a shaped charge it would have blown right through to the Hutts platform and probably blew the slimebag into the next several rooms. Perhaps the assassin would just assume there was at mechanical fault it might make it more desperate and then he could catch it out. He messaged Borgeye through his communicator.

"Borgeye this is Artyom, the Weequay are dead and I've just disarmed a bomb. I suggest you lead the party out the other exit. It would be better if we can keep this low key whoever is trying to get rid of you might try something more desperate. Just make sure no one leaves by the entrance, if the bodies are discovered the panic might make the assassin flee. Artyom out."

 

[Niriel]

Across from the entrance to the opera house was a small store where various ship parts were sold. It had several colorful signs out front taking attention away from the hooded figure standing in the dark entryway. Arkstar had arrived the night before and ensured the store's owner wouldn't tell anyone of her arrival. The poor guy had been tied to a chair in the basement for more than a few hours. After closing the store, she kept a constant vigil of the nearby spaceport and the man she had yet to inform of her arrival. Artyom Kchul was who she answered to for this mission. This was her first mission for the Hutts and she wanted to do a good job. This would be her ticket to making it big in the world of crime. She trusted the Hutts and those who worked for them as much as she trusted a cannok not eat her lunch. Still hesitant to reveal herself, especially after the two guards at the door were brutally killed, Namu gathered herself and stepped out of the shadows towards the opera house.

"Well, let's hope I make a good first impression..."

Walking in the opera without any (living) guards was easy. Approaching the Hutt surrounded by angry wookies was harder. Slow and very obviously, Namu walked towards Borgeye hands away from the rifle on her back.

"I'm your servant your excellency, Namu Arkstar. I thank you for this opportunity, and look forward to receiving your thanks in credits."

 

[Dóiteán]

Borgeye listened to Artyom. He was angered that someone would dare attack a Hutt in Hutt space. He looked around at the gathering. <Alright scum. We're moving this gathering. Exit out that way. Try anything and Tashnak here will rip off your heads and use them as targets.>, he told them. The Gammoreans looked fearful and began moving out the exit after Borgeye.

Whoever was trying to murder Borgeye, was angering him. It was never good angering a Hutt. Tashnak and the other Wookies surrounded Borgeye. The Hutt was going to have someones head for the injustice. The gathering of Gammoreans followed the Hutt's instructions, not wanting to be a practice dummy for the Wookies.

 

[druchi]

Artyom had scoured the place over and over again but could still find no sign of the would be assasian, he could tell the Hutt lord was increasingly angry however. As he was scouring the place he could hear the Opera starting. Sithspit this is what passed for music on this swamphole? There was raptourous applause however so it was going down well with someone at least. The Hutt had been reserved a special balcony space which would fit the Lord and plenty of his retinue and the assembled Gamorreans. Problem with being a Hutt and on a Balcony was it meant you were an exposed target, no doubt the Wookies would be keeping watch among the gathered audience and other balconies for any sign of trouble. Still though it was a big risk, he told one of the Wookies to check the outside and shoot anyone who approached the Hutts seat of office... anyone at all. This one might try and get in close again.

"Enjoy the Opera Borgeye, I'm going to keep hunting for this assassin. Don't worry you are in safe hands. I'll gut the prick one way or another."

OOC: ignore Nirels post just a mistake on her part.

 

[Dóiteán]

Borgeye sat listening to the opera. While he thought the grunting sound was horrible, he stayed for status reasons. Standing outside the balcony was Frehyr, the other three were on the balcony behind and beside Borgeye. Borgeye looked down at the stage with contempt. <Klucha, go watch the hall with Frehyr. I don't want any unwelcomed guests. Trel, where's my paddy frogs?>, Borgeye spoke during an intermission.

Trel and Klucha bowed as they went out into the hall. Klucha took up position on the opposite side of Frehyr, while Trel walked to the kitchen. He found Borgeye's favorite paddy frogs and walked back to the balcony with them. Borgeye then sat eating the frogs while watching the pigs put on a show to honor the Hutts.

 

[druchi]

Artyom kept padding around searching for any clue as to where the would be assassin was. He kept moving through the crowds of pigs and Bith and a few twi'leks around the Opera theater. He came out onto one of the balconies and then he finally saw it.

Up in the giant golden chandelier. He could see a slight disturbance in the brilliant gold. Was it a shimmer field he wasn't sure but he instinctively raised his sights up. And then his motion tracker beeped. He heard someone come up behind him and he dropped the gun and gave a strong kick before swinging around in to a combat stance arms raised at 90 degree angles. Classic Echani opening but his opponent was a female Neimoidian , her shimmerfield flickered and she went straight in for a series of punches and attacks, Artyom saw the first punch coming. His arms being up at the angles he brought them into the oncoming blow and hit out with two jabs to her helmet. she staggered back and he went in to finish her but she rolled under his attack and took out a vibroknife. He could read her like an open and rather dull book, he shot his arm up as her blow went to slam down on his neck, his arm pointing up the blade glided off his armour and he took his hand down to her wrist and gave a few knee kicks to her stomach, then he broke her arm and grabbed the vibroknife from the floor. She was going to scream but he covered her mouth and slit her throat giving her a gruesome second lip gushing with blood as her muffled screams turned into coughing and spluttering gurgling from her throat. Up on the tower he could see the shimmerfield clearly and brought up his carbine again. Two shots he fired and watched the figure fall and be turned into a shape resembling a pancake. There was a short stop in the Opera before some guards cleaned up the mess and it resumed.

The Hutt would be safe for now.

"Your excellency, the assassins have been foiled. Neimoidian both of them dead. They are very well equipped, shimmerfields." He paused to look over the black armour the female was wearing and search it a little. "High grade military equipment sensor jammers and rechargeable energy fields. This ones was on low charge which is why she must have had to kill the Weequay. And... oh what have we here. A communication from a contact called S'hatnarian seems they are paying a great deal of money to have you removed. I'd take it as a compliment these are no mere Bounty Hunters they seem to be Neimoidian Special Forces. In either case I'll keep a patrol up and start organising for this war, after this Opera you are welcome to attend the War Council meetings I have arranged with the pig chiefs."

 

[Dóiteán]

Two shots rang out as a body fell from the chandelier. Borgeye stared down at the crowd where the body fell, the Gammorean guards cleared away the body. It was at the instance that Artyom contacted the Hutt. He told Borgeye that it was two Nemoidian assassins. Nemoidians? This is getting puzzling., Trel thought. The Twi'lek was angered that assassins were able to infiltrate the opera house while a Hutt was present. The security should've been extensive.

Borgeye smirked. Someone was angering the Hutts, and that was a bad thing. Whoever was behind this was going to wish they never crossed the cartel. <Very good. Nemoidian Special Forces eh? *laughs* How enticing. I do have a few words I want to have with this pig chiefs.>, Borgeye responded. He them went back to watching the opera. Tashnak and Shewa had their bowcasters out and were watching not only the crowd but every viable sniping position.

The opera finally ended, Borgeye exited the balcony and started heading towards the room the war council would be. His four Wookies took up position around him, with Trel right behind.

 

[druchi]

The actual War room was found through a series of underground passages that lead from the Opera to under the Citadel, Artyom had speceified before that he wanted the Hutt deep underground in case Clan Gakfedd had some serious heavy firepower on their hands but it was more of a precaution. If they had serious heavy artillery they would have used it by now. Instead most of the actual warfare being conducted was still either at close quarter combat or very short ranged combat. From the reports Artyom was seeing Clan Glonnk and Jugsmuk had barely enough slug and blaster weapons to equip even a third of their forces with them. Any heavy weaponry they had such as Walkers or Tanks where mostly being wasted as status symbols a grave oversight if you actually wanted to win a war but that was not why he was here.

Clan Gakfedd had not only been supplied with weapons but factories it seemed, they were becoming an Industrial power as well as military juggernaut, in the past three months they had not lost a battle due to their tanks and well armed soldiers who although they still charged into close quarters were well equipped with blasters and decent vibroweapons outclassing the crude primitive weapons Glonnk and Jugsmuk had available. Artyom considered this a bitter and stupid move on their part and he mused aloud to the Hutt as he settled in on a plinth raised for him. He would do his best to advise the Hutt in his actions in the war but ultimately that was all he could do and a Hutts ego was an easy thing to bruise.

"Even if you do give them the tools to make better warriors, seems the stupid in them keeps them charging at one another. My Lord if I may have a word, I'm not so sure we can keep this war on going... but we might be able to win it and then divide the Gamorr at a later stage, Clan Gakfedd even from what I'm seeing just on these tables is very powerful, but I believe they can be defeated if you are willing to go down that road, our other options could be to heap praise on Clan Gakfedd and support their ruler ship or try to divide them internally but it will mean that their industrialisation process will continue. I remind you of course I am here only as an advisory role what you command I put into action."

 

[Dóiteán]

Borgeye listened to Artyom. The Hutt chuckled. <They are stupid. But it's a good thing. The cartel wants the war to continue, but we need those industrial plants out of commission. We're curious as to who is supplying them with those weapons. This council is just a front, I want you to investigate. These suppliers have encroached on Hutt business and we intend to teach them a lesson. Now bring in the clan heads.>, the Hutt exclaimed.

The leaders of the individual clans walked in and took a seat around the table. Borgeye stared down at them from the raised plinth. His Wookies stood beside him, two to each side. Trel stood on his right. <Your excellency, one of the clan leaders isn't here. We've no reports that he came into the building.>, Trel told Borgeye. Borgeye looked angry. <What?! Find him. I want that pig found. Artyom, I trust you know what to do.>, Borgeye exclaimed.

 

[druchi]

Artyom had attended war meetings for three days before he had decided to leave just under eight days ago. He had traveled alone and told the Hutt he would be in contact, of course it turned out the missing Clan Leader was a traitor who had warned Clan Gakfedd of the Hutt involvement Artyom had mused that this might be one of the Clan leaders who knew about the supply shipments and who was building up the Pigmen. It had not taken long to confirm this and to find out his whereabouts. But in the mean time the remaining Hutt Gamorrean were to withdraw from Gronk-Unk a Gamorrean city and stronghold for trade in the Southern continent. As he had expected Clan Gakfedd their main opponents in this conflict had swarmed over the city occupying it and turning it into a mini citadel, the problem was it was surrounded by jungle and thick mud not to mention it's overall strategic value was limited being placed at the bottom of a ridge made it perfect ambush position.

However it was a major center for the other Clans who used it as s staging post- originally they had been reluctant to give it up especially with some of their own number having turned traitor. But Artyom had intimidated them and shown a far better plan. He had withdrawn what little of the Loyalist Pigmen he had available into the thick of the forests to await reinforcements they were to make no move on Gronk-Unk until Artyom had given a signal over short range radio wave. Something which even the most basic Pigs had available. It was a perfect plan, his forces were supposedly in retreat but had been picking up more and more soldiers as they went back with supplies whilst Clan Gakfedd was stretching it's resources further and further, due to their tanks limitations only Gakfedds walkers were usable in this terrain and even then the mountainous mud path made it difficult on them and they were in constant cycles of repair which slowed Gakfedds advance significantly.

Still the reason he alone had been hiding in the city since it was over run three days ago was two fold. On the one hand to give the signal to the Gamorrean Loyalists to attack, the second to decapitate Clan Gakfedds leadership and find out who was supplying them. He would need to tell Borgeye of his plan who had been most suspicious of it at first but he had repeatedly insisted this was the correct course of action. Gronk-Unk was valuable to the Hutts since it was near the major gold and gem mines which the Hutts valued so much, no doubt Gakfedd would want to use these resources to bargain a better deal with the Hutts.

But here it was the perfect setup. Gakfedds forces spread thin across wide mountainous jungle terrain with their tanks unusable, their leadership meeting here tonight to plot the plunder of the resources and wished to set up a Clan Moot to discuss the terms of surrender from their enemies.

Perfection.

"Borgeye this is Artyom, I'm in position I've got eyes on our missing Clan Leader 'friend' they are moving into the main temple complex. If I'm to pull this off you must order the attack from the forests around Gronk-Unk. With that as a distraction I can slip into their command center and find out who has been supplying Clan Gakfedd and throw their leadership into confusion. It won't be a crippling blow but it will prolong the conflict and split the Industrial resources of the Clans in half, without leadership infighting for dominance will occur which will fraction Clan Gakfedds strength and our own Loyalist Clans as they seek to spoil themselves. You can be off world by tomorrow if this is a success."

Artyom knew this would be a master stroke even for him. He had baited the dumb Gamorreans into a trap they could not resist and he would take from the idiotic pigs everything he could. Especially thier lives the cities outside of the main port were awash with the most disturbing of smells.

"And watch out apparently whoever organised this still has a hit out on you. Clan Gakfedd is also terrified of you, I don't want my payment going into jeopardy because your security is lax. Make sure the Wookies protect you. And make sure our Clans do as their told. "

 

[Dóiteán]

Borgeye sat in a hover craft in forest. Two members from the Klagg clan stood guard over him, alongside the Wookies. Gweek and Ripper were the two Gamorreans. <All clans begin the attack. Artyom, the cartel will be pleased with this.>, he exclaimed over the comms on the sled.

Borgeye had spent 11 days listening to the other Gamorrean leaders. They sat arguing for 10 days before Borgeye got tired of it and threatened them. That worked. It was decided that the Klagg clan would lead the attack. Gweek and Ripper were chosen to help guard Borgeye. The Hutt watched as the clans began assaulting Gronk-Unk.

 

[druchi]

The assualt had begun. Artyom could already hear the sound of thunderous blast cannons and the drifting tibanna smell of blast fumes rising from the primitive Gamorrean rifles. Artyom waited only a little longer before leaving his hiding place, a bell tower nest set high above the town. Looking out the window he could see the Loyalist Gamorrean army charging down the mountainside, a brutal close quarters. Walkers stomping on piles of fallen pigs as they tried furiously to back up or advance. He would see one warlord ornately dressed giving orders when suddenly a walker reared up and crushed him his spine and brain spurting almost three meters away from his body. Another Pigman who might have been saved was set upon by another two who tore at him with tusk and hand bearing open his insides which they tore into whilst he screamed.

Artyom loved war.

He could already see the Clan leaders of Gakfedd hurriedly giving orders and heading into the temple, he would have to follow them and make sure they did not escape. Chances were however that Gakfedd would win this battle but considering the battle itself was not the objective this mattered little.

Artyom rappelled quickly down the side of the bell tower and rolled into some brush, Gakfedd soldiers waddled past him bringing up heavier equipment... mid range artillery - he had seen the type before on a dozen different worlds but usually in the hands of nation states or nation planets not in the hands of relatively speaking small barely past primitive clans.

After the guns passed he made his way towards the main temple pyramid complex, a few guards came at him and he would cut them down with blaster fire. One he allowed to get close before taking it's axe and driving the nail spike up through t's snout into it's brain, he pushed his body weight on the axe as leverage and watched the pigs small brain and other fluids spurt out from it's scalp. A few blaster shots hit his armour but he quickly rolled and dived before bringing the two that had snuck up on him down. He must have been getting older and more complacent in his age, that would get him killed and he swore not to underestimate the pigs again. They were far more cunning than they looked.

He entered the complex with some pre prepared access codes. Of course the idiots had not changed the codes why would that ever occur to them?

He knew exactly where there command set up would be. He met little resistance between there and his entrance, a few more slaughtered pigs what difference did it make to him? One had begged for it's life, mewling and whining it's leg half torn off by Artyoms blaster hanging by a few thin tendons. His force pike he drove right through the young piglets mouth and out the back of it's throat. That was certainly a good one that he had enjoyed. He noted to himself to take pleasure in that later.

As he came upon the main hallway that would lead him to the Gakfedd clean leaders and their own mysterious traitor a repeating blaster canon opened up on him. His suits shields were nearly depleted by the opening blasts but he managed to duck behind sturdy cover before being torn open. He tossed a thermal detonator and the two piglets screamed and rushed towards him firing maniacally from the hip the first he brought down with a sinlge blast shot and the second he pushed past him before he drove his force pike from the back of it's neck into it's spine. He opened the blast doors to the main "throne" room and found twelve Gakfedd leaders... and their own traitor from Clan Glonk. He locked the door behind him, waited for one of them to make a move but none of them did. After what seemed like an eternity of listening to the baying pigs squirm in silence he spoke.

"The first of you that gives me the weapon supplier shall be rewarded by the great and glorious Borgeye the Hutt."

They looked nervously at one another, one of them spoke up but hte answer was short and clearly negative. Artyom shot what he presumed was the youngest considering he was the least ornately adorned. his head exploded across the main dining table - splinters of his skull tittered about the room.

"I will not ask again."

One spoke up, of course Artyom did not have a translator droid with him - but prepared for this eventuality he had his own stored in the rooms cupboard. The droid came tittering out.

"The Honorable Gakfedd Clan Leader Mullesk asks why you shot his son when he asked if you could understand Gamorr?"

Oh. Good thing I'm wearing a helmet.

"A lesson, tell him that if he does not wish the same fate to happen this entire room that his sons death would be the least of his concerns compared to the anger of the Hutts."

It took a moment for the droid to process and back and forth with the one called Mullesk. The rest of the room was deadly silent however, the Clan leaders frozen in a state of shock and getting up from their chairs - none moved.

"Mullesk asks why the Hutts are involved in this? He was unaware that his war making would displease them so considering many of his best warriors are given to the Hutts as trophies and gifts."

"Ask him who gave him the walkers and the tanks and the factories, tell him if he answers to my satisfaction he will leave this room with all his limbs and tusks."

The one called Mullesk waved the droid away and spoke in harsh basic.

"Mammmmmanaaaanak Urlliank-ces." He paused and spat and made some gutteral sounds. "Kaltoh Neimodiaahhh"

Artyom shot another of the assembled Gakfedd in the tusk just for good measure, his comrades rushed to his side and Artyom turned to walk out.

"Oh droid, ask him how many sons he has?"

"He says he has seven master."

Artyom turned for the last time towards the Clan Warlord Mullesk and blasted him from his chair, his blood and limbs scattered across the planning table filled with maps his snout found it's way onto the face of one of the others. Of course that's what you get when you wear pomp and not something designed to protect you thought. He sluaghtered the rest of the room in a series of sweeps side to side like the coming of the tide, Gakfedds leadership was no more. He removed his helmet and smelt the fumes of burnt and burst flesh and it smelt beautiful. He would be well rewarded for this and he had finally proven himself to the Hutts. Still he had better report of this back to Borgeye before anything happened to the useless slimeball.

"This is Artyom, reporting in..."