Log:Gamorrean Liberation

Gamorrean Liberation

Location: Hutt Asteroid Processing Facility
Participants: KT-3435, Faid Reyoz, HM-8668, EM-1710, RK-8801, Oozlevort

• SUMMARY: Oozlevort and a gang of bounty hunters and stormtroopers infiltrate a former Hutt spice processing facility under the pretense of dealing weapons. But it is all a clever ruse to steal back his ship, the Fog Finder, from Gamorrean revolutionaries!

Somehow, Oozlevort managed to convince the higher-ups that it was in their best interest to help out the gand in recovering his ship. Maze didn't see why. The gammoreans that had stolen the ship were hardly more than rebellious ex-slaves that had overwhelmed their masters and taken over. Despite her feelings of apprehension, she was in charge of the mission.

On board a 'borrowed' transport vessel, the stormtroopers and bounty hunters were in conference, waiting for the gamorreans to let them onto the asteroid they had taken over. It was no easy feat, but the promise of smuggled weapons and goods was enough to entice the swiney swashbucklers into allowing the freighter to land. However, before that, Maze had some information to dole out.

"We're going in as a First Order sanction arms operation. We're giving them a number of mostly non-functional and heavily out-dated weaponry to bolster our cover. They will be paying us quite handsomely for them, too. Not really a priority for us, but the war fund is always happy to have a little extra credit."

Maze paces back and forth. "I sent another operative ahead to scout the place out and have gotten some details back, but their most recent report seems to have been delayed. With their record, I doubt they have been discovered or captured, merely inconvenienced. Thankfully, we do know the gammoreans have not removed the ship we are here to secure from the asteroid. It is now a matter of securing it. We will do our best to get there without raising suspicion, but the gammoreans are already on edge following their little uprising. They'll be watching everything we do very closely."

KT-3435 checks a display on her wrist-mounted PDA. "We'll be landing in a few moments so if you have any questions or concerns, now is the last chance to make them known."

Oozlevort the Gand stands in the cargo hold of the transport vessel as KT-3435 gives the briefing. The masked alien takes a deep breath of ammonia from his respirator and speaks. "The Oozlevort's ship is the _Fog Seeker_ and its data banks contain very important information. It would please this Gand if you did not shoot at it or damage it. These Gamorreans revolted against their Hutt masters and captured this Gand's ship. Their leader is called King Gorlox... He is a very large Gamorrean. Hutts will pay bounties for dead traitors." The Gand nods his bulbous head to Faid Reyoz, his fellow bounty hunter. Then he pulls an Imperial blaster pistol from its holster on his bandolier and checks the setting.

Settled in as comfortable position that he can get in, Faid has his helmet removed from his head and settled in his lap. Both his hazel eyes are closed and his arms are folded partially over his stomach, cradling his rifle to him as he does so. One eye begins to open and swivels over toward the woman from the First Order, it's respective eyebrow ticking upward.

"So, they're dumb enough to fall for the First Order wanting to sell them weapons...?" He pauses, thinking through the question with the further information from the Gand, "Nevermind. Gamorreans." He gets himself back onto his feet, checking his rifle and double checking it.

"What's the markup on these guys? Anything special about this.. King we should know?"

New rifle cradled in her arms, EM-1710 has a couple of upgrades to her kit. The sniper might seem an odd choice for a potential battle in an asteroid base, but she has her reasons. Helmet slide in place she exhales a breath and listens to the briefing in full, her mask mask hiding her eyes looking between the gathered troopers and bounty hunters, commiting the strangers faces to memory.

Rika setttles the helmet over her head, the shining whitem ask replacing the classic beauty of her face. With a professional's economy of effort, she checks her weapons and settles them into place. SHe stands At Ease. "Yes, Sarge, understood." THe voder carries her voice well, soft, dakr and husky

"We're not here for... King Gorlox. If he gets in our way, then he becomes a problem. We deal with problems." KT-3435 states firmly. "We are not here to collect bounties, either. That is your perrogative, and you can do so on your own time. Whatever Oozlevort has agreed to pay you will have to be sufficient compensation."

Maze folds her hands behind her back as the ship maneuvers into what is pressumably a landing pad and begins its procedures. She trains her gaze on Emma, then Rika, and then Hammer. "You are, by no means, to comprimise yourself for the success of the mission. You are not considered expendable. This time. Our orders are to return alive." Then the ship hits the ground and lurches considerably. The Master Sergeant shakes her head.

"I'll be staying behind with the transport to secure an exit in case things go poorly. I do not have the precise location of the... Fog Seeker... but I am hoping our agent contacts us soon. When they do, you will get the updated information right away." She presses a button near the cargo bay and the ramp begins to lower. "Be seeing you soon. Good luck."

Oozlevort holsters his Imperial-styled pistol after checking the power pack and setting. "Problems yes. Oozlevort will try to avoid problems. But if a few Gamorreans are killed... well, the Hutts do pay." As the exit ramp descends, Oozlevort grabs a crate of surplus blasters and begins to descend like a hired hand.

"I will bring up the rear," EM-1710 (or Emmy as she'd been called) speaks calmly, the female trooper and sole sniper of Delta nods her head and flicks a small switch on her equipment, her form wavering a moment as bent-light shimmers around her in the activation of her stealth field. It's not perfect, not by any means. But enough to complement her skills and fool a pig man or two? Certainly.

HM-8668 makes a final check of his weapons, acknowledging the orders Maze gave the rest of the squad. After checking his own gear, he makes a quick inspection of the gear of his squadmates. He does not expect to find anything amiss but it never hurts to double check. "Everyone ready?"

Hissing a small breath through his teeth, Faid shakes his head a bit. "You're not here for collecting bounties.." He slings his rifle back over his shoulder and settles his helmet atop his head, covering the top half of it. At the display of tech that the First Order has from the sniper, the bounty hunter emits a quick whistle, "All the fun toys over on that side, apparently." He leans down, picking up a crate and begins to follow after the fellow bounty hunter, the braid of his mohawk swaying with each step that he takes.

Maze watches as her troopers depart, the bounty hunters doing their job of being the grunts. She follows them down shortly after in order to confer with one of the smelly pigmen about payment and the like, giving the others time to do their thing.

The hangar for the asteroid base is not terribly large. Capable of holding three freighters, at least, maybe four if they are careful about how they park. Right now, there are two. The transport they rode in on and one other that seems to be unloading some more supplies. Odd that the gammorean upstarts have a bit of support, perhaps.

There are two exits out of the hangar, each having a forward, up, and down option. They are not terribly well-guarded, as the gammoreans are not used to guard duty yet. They are more used to being the ones lorded over.

Oozlevort pigeon-walks awkwardly down the transport's ramp, carrying a very heavy box of munitions in his three-fingered hands. The Gand hefts them on the dock along with other dock workers and then takes a moment to glance left, then right. Two exits. The alien begins to move for an exit, using stealth and casual movement to conceal himself from the Gamorrean guards.

Adjusting his grip on the crate, Faid settles it down near where the Gand had placed the other. Peering over his shoulder toward those of the First Order and then to where he had last seen the fellow hunter go. He does a quick, trotting pace to catch up with Oozlevort and hooks his thumbs underneath his belt, "Ignoring the smell, you could get used to a place like this.." He comments to the findsman.

Em walks as a shadow, hanging back and still having to move carefully, use cover. She's not going to risk relying solely on new tech that's no replacement for talent, so she lingers back and moves when she's got a chance, a plan to strike only when the others give the signal.

Rika moves alongsie Emma, guarding the left flank, as ever. The tall valkyrie moves with grace and silence, evenr in her armour. Her blaster is at the rady, slung across her chest, muzzle down. Her finger rests just outside the trigger guard.....

HM-8668 stays near the crates, waiting. As the other two wander off, Hammer deliberately commits a sin. He drops his blaster rifle. Carefully, so it lands butt first and it has the safety on. But to get people looking in his direction.

Despite Oozlevort's best attempts, one of the gammorean 'guards' decides that he is acting a little suspicious trying to waddle past them. They step in and grunt a few things at him. Probably something about going back to work or something of that nature. Probably feels good to tell someone that instead of hear it themselves for a change. They just so happen to be brandishing some of the Hutt's weaponry, too. So, there is that.

For the most part, the hubbub on the landing pad starts to move along. That is, until Hammer decides to drop his weapon. Those nearby look in his direction, wondering what was going on. A few of the twitchier ones brandish weapons in his direction.

He might feel Maze glaring daggers at him from the transport for such sacrilage of his sacred weapon.

The gaff is so uncharacteristic of Hammer, behind her helmet, Rika's tawny gaze snaps over to her squadmate. She takes the hint., then moves closer. Silently....

Oozlevort raises his hands to the much larger Gamorrean, indicating that he surrenders. "Forgive, forgive." Thankfully at that moment Hammer drops his rifle and there is a distraction. Making lemonade out of lemons, the Gand slips past and into the exit, moving fast on twinkle-toes. The commlink inside his respirator clicks on and he whispers over their frequency, "Oozlevort is looking around. Very sneaky."

Slowing himself to a stop as Oozlevort continues his way toward a collection of Gamorrean guards, the bounty hunter known as Faid Reyoz starts to turn now toward the male Stormtrooper, one hand sliding free from his belt and inching in closer toward his rifle with the reactions of the Gamorreans around Hammer. With the disappearance of the Gand, the remaining bounty hunter ventures back over toward the collection of First Order troops.

HM-8668 holds up placating hands but does not speak. Very slowly, he picks up his weapon and makes a show of checking it for damage.

Oozlevort's window for sneaking through is brief. Nothing happens and the guards go back to their duties. However, a number continue to watch the group a little more closely.

For the gand, however, he finds himself in a hallway. Unfortunately, the place is not marked up and mapped out real well, so it doesn't exactly say where he should be going, though there does not seem to be many gammoreans here, or anything else, for that matter. A single droid makes its way down the hall, trundling along, cleaning the surface as it goes.

Oozlevort surges forward seeking anything familiar on the station, or where his ship might be. He stays on this level rather than going up, assuming there may be more than one docking bay, and hoping to find it contains his precious ship. He moves quietly like a space mouse.

Oozlevort pauses next to the cleaning droid on his way, asking, "Greetings droid. Where is the ship called the Fog Finder? Is there another docking bay?"

HM-8668 works to keep the Gammorrean 's attention on him for as long as he can

The droid pauses. Its not a very complex thing. Mostly dedicated to cleaning. "Ah... yes. It turns for a moment, and indicates down the hallway. "The end of the hall is the second hangar. It will be there."

With everything seeming to focus on the trooper, Faid taps his fingers idly against the head of his vibro axe as it rests on his side. He looks around to the Gamorreans, hazel eyes bouncing from one pig face to the other. If there's anything resembling an actual beat, it definitely is not coming from the bounty hunter knocking his fingertips against the motor and head of his melee weapon.

Things seem like they are about to get a little exciting. From the exit opposite the one that Oozlevort had taken, what can only be King Gorlox arrives. Larger than the rest, armored and a bit on the side of gaudy, the massive gammorean plundles forward with a retiune of his most loyal swine until he is able to look at the weapon crates. He gives a brief order in his grunty language and they pop open one of the crates and begin handing out the weapons, and the king himself even takes one.

He seems pleased. Pleased enough that he tries it out. King Gorlox fires the blaster several times into the walls of the hangar like he just doesn't care, and soon, the others join in. But, of the number of pigs with him, only a couple actually get anything out of their weapons.

Needless to say, the look that King Gorlox gives to the stormtroopers is not a friendly one.

Oozlevort has a bit more luck. There are only a handful of guards, or maybe just workers, trundling about in the other hangar where his ship is located. Unfortunately, the blast doors to the hangar are closed so it would currently be impossible for him to depart if he managed to board his ship. It seems he has a problem to contend with!

Oozlevort reports back over the shared comm frequency, activating the communicator in his breathing mask. "Oozlevort sees his ship in other docking bay. But the blast doors, they are closed... Does Oozlevort hear blaster fire? Is everything all right?" His compound eyes search around for a panel in the other docking bay that could be used to open the blast doors.

HM-8668 does not obviously react to the blaster fire, though he does wince beneath his helmet. Over his radio com, he simply reports, "King is here testing merchandise."

Oozlevort gets his report. And, its true that King Gorlox is busy testing his merchendise. He kicks over a crate and howls angrily before picking up another faulty blaster. At least Oozlevort seems to have his eyes on his ship.

Maze can be heard over the comms. "Things are looking dicy. They've discovered the weapons are junk. Make sure you have adequate retreat lanes to the freighter. Oozlevort will have to rely on his self to get out of there."

"Who'd have thought they'd be smart enough to know junk weapons were junk.." Faid chimes in, bringing his hand back toward the shoulder stock of his rifle, sliding the weapon around to his side. He looks off toward the transport, then speaks over the comms, "So, Ooozlevort. Your ship give life support to the non-methane breathing?" He inquires, starting to edge away from the group now as he attempts to 'casually' unsling his rifle from his back.

Oozlevort clicks on his comlink once more. "Oh. Uh. Oozlevort sees console to open blast doors. He is going to sneak over to it, activate it, and attempt to board his ship. There are five guards here. Oozlevort needs help with them if you can give it." Since he is short and Gands in general are a sneaky lot, the alien manages to slip undetected to the console controlling the second docking bay's blast doors. Once he is there... he flips the switch!

King Gorlox just so happens to spot Faid reaching for his gun and throws one of the faulty weapons at him. He angrily squeals at him and such, quite upset. His grunty language doesn't help to make him seem any more peaceful, either as he starts to try and throw his weight around. Threats are clearly being made.

HM-8668 looks from Faid to the Gammorrean king. He can read the body language. This could be tricky. "Situation deteriorating. King upset. Recommend hurrying. Expect confrontation in perhaps one or two minutes at most."

A quick step to one side, the faulty weapon clipping him in the shoulder and causing a small grunt of his own, Faid narrows his eyes at the King. "Hell with this." He finishes the motion of bringing his rifle around so that he has it in the firing position. "Long live the King." He quips, thumbing his safety off and sliding his finger underneath the trigger guard, pulling back upon it to fire off a quick bolt toward the Gamorrean 'Royalty'. "Oozlevort, time to start moving."

Things are going well for Oolzevort. As the blast doors begin to open, the Gammoreans inside start to panic and run for cover, as if they might get sucked out into space. They don't know better. Stupid pigs! So, it leaves him with a fairly easy waltz over to his ship. At least that part is good to go.

However... a certain bounty hunter merely manages to piss off an asteroid full of gammoreans by trying to, not only swindle their king, but trying to kill him when he got upset at the betrayal. A good business transaction, indeed! So, they open fire. With working weapons.

Mostly. Nothing fancy.

KT-3435 tests an NPC's skill of 70 at a difficulty of 100. The result is unsuccessful (-17). KT-3435 tests an NPC's skill of 70 at a difficulty of 100. The result is unsuccessful (-9). KT-3435 tests an NPC's skill of 70 at a difficulty of 100. The result is successful (68).

HM-8668 tests his Ranged:blaster rifles skill at a 100 difficulty.

 +SUCCESS+ (8).

And things are moving! A shadow in the dark, the cloaked sniper then takes aim and a shot of her own at one of the guards. Sudden and violent, but the shooting has officially begun and the time for subtlty has passed!

HM-8668 reacts immediately, diving for the nearest bit of cover. Popping around the side, he takes aim at a Gammorrean with a blaster rifle and fires, dropping the pig with the smell of toasted pork. "All first order personnel, begin determined fighting withdrawal. " Unless countwrmanded by Maze.

Oozlevort uses the confusion in the second bay to slip quietly through, avoiding the panicking Gamorreans stationed there, and into his space vessel. After closing the boarding ramp and locking it, he proceeds to fire up the engines and other systems, preparing to fly it out of the hangar. "Oozlevort has ship. Uh, are they still testing blasters? OOzlevort hears many blaster shots."

"Agreed. Return to the transport!" KT-3435 calls over the comms. "We're leaving as soon as everyone is on board."

That seems to work for the gammoreans. They had just fought a battle to be free, but most didn't want more than that. Aside from the king and his trusty cohorts, most of them drop what they are doing and run away leaving their fearless leader looking somewhat flustered. Punish his own troops or attack? He doesn't seem to know, nor do the others. It gives everyone a moment of respite to work on their retreat.

EM-1710 tests her Ranged:blaster rifles skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (1).

A bolt land directly into one of the unarmored portions of the suit which holds his plates up, Faid grunts out loud and glances down toward the hole, then starts to make his way toward the ramp of the transport he rode in on. "Target practice, Oozlevort. King seems to not like his new weapons." He responds to the Gand, keeping his rifle's site focused on the King, aiming a little higher now and firing off another bolt toward the royal head. "I'm going to have to come back here sometime later... And pick me up a crown."

The gamoreans turn to full blown panic as the superior troopers start gunning them down. Even their king tries to truffle shuffle away as best he can, squealing in fight. Taking on hutt goons that were no better than they were was a different story than the impressive, professional soldiery of the First Order. And Faid. Faid helped - possibly.

Maze awaits her troops on the transport, ready to take off as soon as they arrive.

HM-8668 tests his Ranged:blaster rifles skill at a 150 difficulty. -Failed- (-1).

"Try to keep the king pig running, " says Hammer, narrowly missing with his shot. He then turns and runs for the transport!

Revealed as her cloak vanishes undr the sudden blaster bolt, EM drops one of the guards immediately, she herself backing up in slow and smooth steps while taking aim at her next target. Firing on the next guard as she covers the retreat of the other troopers and bounty hunters alike. That helmet offers no hint to the calm expression beneath as she keeps shooting.

Moving backward, he curses to himself at the second miss for the King. Faid grumbles to himself and hangs his rifle back over his shoulder, turning around and taking a quick run toward the boarding ramp of the transport, glancing back toward the rest of the landing bay, climbing further into the ship that brought them here. "Dealt with enough here."

HM-8668 waits by the ramp, offering covering fire while counting stormtrooper helmets. "Stormtroopers, we are leeaaaving."

EM-1710 tests her Ranged:blaster rifles skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (42).

Oozlevort preps the ship well enough to fly; out it zooms with a putter of Byblos Drive Yard engines, zooming into space. "Fog Finder is away!" he says over the communication channel shared with the bounty hunters and stormtroopers. "Withdraw now if you can!"

As soon as everyone manages to retreat onto the freigther, the ramp closes and it fires off into space, leaving the gammoreans and their asteroid behind. It was, all-in-all, a job well done. No one died. The objective was completed.