[Day 6 - EN] Hutts on the Dance Floor

[Adrianaa Morindel]

Adrianaa motions with her head to a spot secluded off the dance floor.

When they both reach there, she pulls out a datapad, showing a picture of the Pirate Queen.

"Thaya Kess. She runs the Nova Devils, and is the self proclaimed Pirate Queen. I and another mercenary crew, the Tortoise, were going to try and find a lost Hutt Treasure ship for her. The Empire got to the informant first. I don't want to see the Empire gain such a powerful criminal ally, and I don't want to see a woman who willingly locks people into cages and tortures them left living."

[Baesal Zyn]

Baesal observes the situation

''Interesting'' she said at first, then nods ''That would be a worthy endeavor''

[Adrianaa Morindel]

"You were called a traitor today by the Sith. Not that I care at all, but perhaps this name might mean something to you because of your past. The one who got to her first? The Sith? His name is Zeno Deathwright."

[Baesal Zyn]

She took a deep breath

''Yeah, I know him. He butchered a lot on Dantooine recently''

[Adrianaa Morindel]

"I knew something about him sounded familiar."

Adrianaa sighs.

"We really can't let him get his paws on the Queen as an ally then. But...an all out attack on her base would be pretty bold, and I am pretty sure by now she will know I am plotting something against her since I didn't go back with Zeno."

[Baesal Zyn]

''What did you have in mind?'' she asked

''Would'nt the Hutt be interested in this?''

[Adrianaa Morindel]

"They might, it's a tough call. I don't want this to interfere with the peace talks and the Hutts are already nervous. If they know we are working against a Sith..."

Adrianaa shrugs.

" My thought is we go up in my ship with a crew, and the Tortoise takes their crew. Spoof our call signs and IFF to get into her hangar, then we land and let hell break loose as best as we can. Make it to her, eliminate her, and the rest of the pirates would buckle."

[Baesal Zyn]

She nods

''Okay, you have the station's plans?''

[Adrianaa Morindel]

"No physical plans, but I landed there a few days back. I'm sure you can pull the information off my ships computers. I've also got a bucket load of credits I was going to use for some other operations, but if needed can reorder mission funding priorities "

[Baesal Zyn]

She thinks for a while

''Allright, not the best plan but I am in.''

[Adrianaa Morindel]

"I'll be in touch soon. I'd like to conduct the operation tomorrow or the day after. Here is my contact card."

She hands a business card with all of her information over.

[Col. Hala Moraal]

A late arrival, an older woman dressed in nondescript Imperial military fatigues entered the rave. She circled endlessly, doing her best to avoid the clumps of pulsating people. She found a drink and began to drink it. She found a higher up point where she could just sit back and watch the pulsating mass of sapient life at play....


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[Remmington Thalalas]

"Well. I think. Somehow." Ashla shrugs. She's not sure what happened. "What about you? You get whatever misunderstanding you had with the Hutts cleared up?"

Remmington shakes his head. "Probably not so easily. Though I think I should be able to handle it. They had the initiative last time. Their meddling backfired so they will probably not act so callously like that again."

[Ashla Vyliis]

"Well, good luck. Luckily for you, they have bigger problems at the moment." Ashla downs her drink. "So, do you want to dance?"

[Remmington Thalalas]

Remmington smiles. "I would love to miss Ashla. Forgive me for not inviting you first but I was under the impression that you did not care for dancing."

He finishes his drink and puts it down as well. He offers her hand to her.

[Ashla Vyliis]

"I don't, but we must push ourselves out of comfort zone. Just don't get to handsey." Ashla chuckles.

[Baesal Zyn]

"I'll be in touch soon. I'd like to conduct the operation tomorrow or the day after. Here is my contact card."

She hands a business card with all of her information over.

She raised al finger "One final question"

"I suppose that there is a few things to gain from the station...and then there is still the treasure ship. What are we gonna do with that?"

[Lt. Varra]

Varra was there, dressed in an authentic Imperial officer's uniform that was festooned with comically oversized fake medals and insignia.

A pale green cocktail in one hand, Varra wandered around the room mingling. She made a point of pompously ordering the execution of every "Vera Hawke" cosplayer that crossed her path, "in-character" as an Imperial Admiral, and always by improbable means like being thrown in a volcano or fed to banthas.


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[Adrianaa Morindel]

She raised al finger "One final question"

"I suppose that there is a few things to gain from the station...and then there is still the treasure ship. What are we gonna do with that?"

"I had a few ideas. Immediately, we can acquire any high value military gear from the base to outfit our SIS operatives here on Nar Shadda or take back into Republic space. There are many mission funds that could use replenishment through seizing any credits available. The treasure ship I assume will get given back to the Hutts."

She pauses

"Or, we can install a new leader in the Nova Devils and have the agency be an asset for the Republic. Perhaps an SIS front, or a continued criminal organization that is in the hands of Republic agents instead of Imperial."

[Remmington Thalalas]

"I don't, but we must push ourselves out of comfort zone. Just don't get to handsey." Ashla chuckles.

"I guarantee nothing there miss Ashla." Remmington says with a grin and leads her to the dance floor.

He notes some of the Republic people about. Especially the one dressed as an Imperial officer.

[Baesal Zyn]

"The SIS is already informed of this I hope? Will they give us support."

She asked one more question

"What about the pirates? What are their numbers and arsenal?"

[Jo'ren Rath]

His call to Sylvain finished (and possibly retconned due to events) Jo'ren sent off another message before returning to the dance. This one was to Thy Yulani (@darthjerkface), unbeknownst to him she was the cause of the retcon...

Hey, so I saved another Jedi today. You probably heard. I'm a big freaking hero. Still at Huttcon if you want a dance.

[Adrianaa Morindel]

"The SIS is already informed of this I hope? Will they give us support."

She asked one more question

"What about the pirates? What are their numbers and arsenal?"

"The SIS and myself are not on the best of terms, but I had planned on letting them know. After the fact however. They seem to disrupt my plans before I can actually do anything these days."

"She commands the largest group of pirates inside of Hutt space. Far more than we could actively hope to battle with, hence why covert means are our best approach. Get in, eliminate her, get out. When they see that their leader is dead, most of the Pirates will succumb to us. I would not expect much resistance. If we are found out before we manage to take the queen though..."

Adrianaa frowns

"I wouldn't expect to come home"

[Galen Sol]

Varra was there, dressed in an authentic Imperial officer's uniform that was festooned with comically oversized fake medals and insignia.

A pale green cocktail in one hand, Varra wandered around the room mingling. She made a point of pompously ordering the execution of every "Vera Hawke" cosplayer that crossed her path, "in-character" as an Imperial Admiral, and always by improbable means like being thrown in a volcano or fed to banthas.


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"Banthas are herbivores." a man advised, with a friendly grin. "At worst, they'd probably just lick anyone who was fed to them. Though, I suppose that could be a fate worse than death."

[Lt. Varra]

"Banthas are herbivores." a man advised, with a friendly grin. "At worst, they'd probably just lick anyone who was fed to them. Though, I suppose that could be a fate worse than death."

"We can't allow mere dietary restrictions be an obstacle to our great and glorious Empire! We'll just have to force feed Vera Hawke to the banthas then," 'Admiral' Varra declared loudly. "Dice her up and serve her in a salad, if you have to! Show some initiative, man! Do I have to think of everything around here?" She harrumphed self-importantly, then took a gulp of her greenish cocktail.