Open Mimban Moving on Mimban

[Arok Desilijic Nor'baal]

Quite simply, the journey over to Mimban had been hell. Not just for Arok but undoubtedly for the other passengers on the trio of CT-1000 Liners which had made their way from Tatooine. Arok had sat at the back of the ship, complaining the entire time, but the other passengers had been relatively muted in their protestations. Probably because, on each vessel, some two-thirds of the tickets had been purchased by the Cartel, one way or another, and the ships had been stuffed with thugs.

On Aroks transport, one-hundred Gamorrean boars had stunk the place out. A blend of species occupied most of the seats on the other two. Some three-hundred thugs came to Mimban today, alongside many RN-18 droids in the cargo hold.

Arok was impressed with the mastery of his plan as the ships touched down on Mimban and the exit doors opened.

The first wave of many had arrived.

Under his own power, Arok headed out to the landing area behind several Gamorreans, who were headed to collect their luggage. He surveyed the landing space, spotting the other Cartel members spilling out of the transports. Technically, nothing they had done was illegal - after all, who made it a crime to travel by public transport? Arok sneered to himself as he marvelled at the genius of his plan.

The takeover of Mimban had begun.

"Welcome to Mimban, please present your travel documents." a bored-sounding droid approached. Arok smiled, drool slapping down his chin as he waved his datapad - everything was in order; even the weapons he now collected from his case had been licensed for import. He eased himself up onto a rented skiff which he had hired for his stay here and gathered his equipment, a boonta blaster his father had purchased for him, and nothing else.

Looking around, he watched as the other goons unloaded and began to head into town.

 

[Rath Jell]

Rath hadn't had dealings with the hutts so when an offer was sent to Mandalore requesting some muscle he jumped at the opportunity. He came out of one transport with a small group of his brethren. He still wasn't fully sure of the job, they were simply told to meet on Tatooine and get on the transports waiting. They all collected their weapons and other equipment.

"Welcome may I see your travel documents." a droid said speaking to the group all of them pulling out datapads showing the bounty hunting licenses and any other requested documentation. Following the rest of the landing party into town. Choosing to stick together as they had agreed on the trip hoping to stand out from the crowd.

 

[Gurk]

Traveling between the stars had always unsettled Gurk. It was an ocean of unseen nothing that was the domain off untold horrors. The Gamorrean guards onboard had oinked and squealed in the quarters but remained calm under Gurk's stern direction. The green skinned honor guard had made sure to provide a buffer between their Scion and the rest of the thugs on board the public transports. They wore unique armor and pelts that were similarly displaying their own spoils of war and previous conquests.

When the vessels finally came in for a landing, Gurk felt a sense of relief. Exiting the ship in front of Arok, the bodyguard retinue fetched the R-18 security droids and their own personal weapons. The droids had blasters stowed with them and the metal war machines would make up for the Gamorrean's melee focus skillset.

Along with the others, Gurk boarded Arok's hovering rental and assumed his place towards the front of the skiff. The muscular Gamorrean stood proudly with his Electrohammer as a walking stick and his custom blaster carbine slung along his back. "Oink wee sqwueee. Oink gnrk oink grr."

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[Arok Desilijic Nor'baal]

"Hopefully not." Arok replied to Gurk, waving over the Mandalorian hired to support the mission. Once the man had arrived, Arok would get the skiff moving with a simple instruction to his droid, an focus his attention on his 'inner circle' for the mission itself "I am not expecting trouble, but it doesn't hurt to be ready for it regardless. Local gangs, the police and a fair few others could be an issue here - what intel do you have?" he asked of his advisors, including the Gamorrean and the Mandalorian.

Mimban was a complex world, a collection of local government officials, businessmen with more goons than the local lacklustre police could muster, and gangs of its own. If the Hutts wanted to place one of their own into the heart of this morass of intrigue, they had to be careful to kill the right people, and position themselves as the pin-point of a web of alliances and rivalries, from which the clans could profit.

 

[Gurk]

Gurk did not know a great deal about Mimban. As far as he was concerned it was a muddy ball among many other worlds. There was no large game to hunt as far as the Gamorrean was aware. But there was a long history of war on the surface of the planet much like Gurk's homeworld. He at least felt a sense of familiarity despite never having been to Mimban.

"Skrrrgr oink squee, sngh." It did not matter what threats were on the world, if they were mighty then they were worthy of Gurk's time. The boar did not wish for dangers to arise, but he did not have anything to add intelligence wise about the planet or its residents. The Gamorrean Honor Guard set an example for the others to never waver in their devotion to their lord and master.

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[Rath Jell]

"I've never been here, but from my research before coming here it used to be a mining planet for energy. We could start with a mining guild if the planet still does so." He replied, while gazing ahead of the skiff towards the destination. If the hutts wanted to take the planet it must still be actively mining. Keeping his rifle and blasters at the ready he wasn't keen to die anytime soon. Especially on a planet so dull and on a mundane job.

The mandalorian very much looked the part of a hired warrior. Not only did he carry his blaster weapons he also had with him two beskads. He was prepared to fight anything he could think of.