Log:Hutt Cartel: The Devil's Herd
Hutt Cartel: The Devil's Herd
OOC Date: January 22 2020
Location: Tatoo System
Participants: Mak the Hutt, Veck, Vex, Sshylisk, Lefty
"Jummmmmmpin' jugs! That was a close one!"
As yet another angry star whale nudges the rusty freighter of Lord Makooja, only the Hutt's incredible bulk and extremely low center of gravity keep him from rolling over with the rest of the ship. Actually, he wasn't really in much danger, his center of gravity is EXTREMELY low and his mass is spread out over a few square meters of floorspace, much like a slug climbing up a window.
However, just because he was in no danger of rolling over, that doesn't mean he's going to miss an opportunity to oversell it and flail his arms around dramatically.
"Dadgummit! I think this might be it... this is how Mak finally heads to that Great Truck Stop in the Sky! Save a space for me, Eebua! I'm comin' home!"
Arms flailing, the Trucker Hutt has completely let go of the command yoke for his freighter, and the Star Whale's nose nudging has sent the freighter into a lazy spin.
"Where the hell ARE you Lefty! I can't hold on much longer!"
Suddenly, a freighter jumps out of hyperspace nearby, zooming toward the herd of whales as quickly as it can.
Which isn't that quickly, as it's a modified SoroSuub Prisoner Transport. Up in the cockpit, Lefty the One-Lekkued Twi'lek Dude works the controls, and calls frantic orders back to the gun stations in his extremely timid, very high-pitched voice.
"Okay people... I mean... masters... uh... please listen to me. I... uh... I think it would be a good idea... that is... if you're okay with me suggesting it, masters... but... maybe don't shoot the whales or we might injure them. Shoot NEAR the whales so we can herd them away.... uh... thank you."
Veck is standing there watching it all, dressed in his power armor helmet on low, as he sighs softly no sound escpaing through the comms yet. This was insane, his hand is tracing the blaster at his side, his head shaking back and forth with a little chuckle now.<Now then, this is....well something.> His voice is coming over the comms strong, and then he sits down in a chair, his hand is holding his head.<If you need me shoot me a word, I'm take a nap.>
There is a decided lack of excitement in Vex's easy steps as Lefty 'barks his orders', her brows furrowing as she strolls her way toward one of the turret stations and settles herself in. It's something she's likely done a number of times by now, what with how Mak tends to get himself in trouble. "This kriffin' guy, man," She mutters under her breath, casting a sidelong glance toward her Trandoshan counterpart as she shifts about in the seat in an attempt to get comfortable. "I'd say he needs to grow some balls, but I'm not sure that's quite what they're going for." She lifts her chin toward Slick, then tilts her head to another gun. "Don't make me do all the work again, I'm gettin' pretty tired of carryin' these operations."
Slick is in his basic combat armour. There's nothing flashy about it. In fact, it looks like it's seen better days /before/ Slick got his hands on it. The leggings have been torn at the feet so that he can wear them, and the gloves have been long discarded. His helmet has been customized to fit on his head, but it simply hangs on his hip for the moment.
As Vex speaks, he seems to perk up. What's that? Violence? Finally! His nostrils flare, before he then thumps himself into one of the gun turret seats - it creaks a bit, so he punches it to make sure that the seat understands that if it breaks, he's taking it out on the seat - and begins idly going through the start up procedures for the turret. Grouchy as he might be, he does seem to at least know how to turn on a Turret. "Yessss, Vex. I'll make ssssure to hit them." He then looks back towards where Lefty would be, and grunts. "Not lissssstening to that ssssugessstion."
His freighter spinning lazily around its axis, the King of Smugglers is barely able access his all-important Mission Pouch. But, straining his pudgy arm to its limit, he's able to get his hand into the pouch and pull out a fistful of his precious Chewing T'Bacc. Stuffing a fist-sized lump behind his lower lip, Mak's drool glands get primed for action. Just like the rest of him. He reaches out, grabs the freighter's controls, and rights the vessel just in time to avoid bumping into one of the satelites around Adriana.
"WOOOOOOOOO! Nice of ya to join us! Patch me into yer crew, Lefty, so's I can INSPIRE 'EM!"
Reluctantly, Lefty switches the ship's comms over to Mak's channel, so that his croaky froglike voice is booming on every single one of the ship's internal speakers.
"Awright, errybody! Before we begin, I just want to say what an honor it's been bein' your personal Hutt Lord and object of quasi-religious worship. I love each and erry one of ya, whoever it is that's over there. Now... hol' on... I'm gettin' a li'l choked up here..."
For a second, it sounds as if the Hutt is about to cry. But he holds it in, like a pro.
"Sorry, it's just that ever since I was a li'l boy, I always wanted to be a cattle wrangler. And for the last seven hunnert years, that's 'zactly what I've done. But there's ONE critter they said I'd NEVER be able ta rustle. Well, today is the day that YA'LL are gonna prove 'em wrong about ME!"
There's a sound of spitting over the comms, as the Hutt Lord empties his mouth of excess t'bacc juice.
"So let's get ta blastin'! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
<Mother......> Veck stands up quickly, as he leaps to the turrent controls, moving through the ship quickly as he chuckles.<I'll try this, it can't be anything harder then a blaster right.> His voice is coming out of the helmet, as he drops down into the spot for the guns, and he is so wrong. The blast going so wide, with a howl of rage escaping the lips of the Mando'A.
"Right, let's get this thing done so we can get back home where the air is fragrant and the men're easy." Vex nods toward Slick, rolls her shoulders back and begins with the warning-shot assault of the century. She takes her time in lining up her shot, watching as the Boss Whale goes drifting in the direction of Mak's ship, only to fire off a single blast that has that massive beast let out its mournful space whale cry, and turn away, causing that near-miss of the hutt's ship.
"Hey, Mak! I expect a raise after this! This ain't in my job description, goin' above and beyond. I want you to remember that!" She calls out.
Slick doesn't even take the time to really aim. This is a /really/ big gun. All he wants to do is shoot. So, put simply - he begins shooting. Clawed talons yank on the firing trigger as he hauls the turret around, tracing a line of laster blasts that go screaming off into the void of space, absolutely missing the Albino. It's not even close.
So he throws his head back and the freighter is given the blessing of his angry-happy-violence screech. It's pretty nasal, and then he's swinging the turret around for another blast.
"Ha ha ha! I got one!"
Mak didn't get one, but anyone deluded enough to think that a Hutt can be a rugged space cowboy is deluded enough to think that his was the shot that caused the apparent Star Whale Boss to turn and head toward the pen that's been set up for them.
As far as pens go, it's pretty impressive, though it's essentially just a giant box that several freighters could comfortably park in. Mak... must have hauled it out there earlier.
"'Zat you, Vex? Well sheeeeeeeit! Glad they brung me some decent HEP! But after I fed and clothed you and taught you errythin' you know and also gave you a lifetime of unconditional love and support... the least you can do is a few DAGBLASTED CHORES! Jubbers... next you'll be aksin' me for a raise just fer showin' up on time..."
The largest of the space whales, the apparent Boss, nudges Mak's ship a bit TOO hard this time, causing the freighter to once again spin around haphazardly. This time, however, there's a sizeable dent in the hull, precariously close to the engines!
"Er... on second thought.... maybe we CAN discuss some sort of bonus if ya get these DAGBLASTED WHALES offa me!"
Veck's rage is coming off of him as he starts to fire the turrent, as he misses it with a wicked chuckle. He runs out of the gun, and then he is heading upstairs, as he starts to run at them."Do we have a suit, I'm going out there if we do. I wanna use my blaster, my damn blaster will hit it, and it'll get it done." Thr mando'a is not happy at all, hise tense, and filled with rage.
"Unconditional love and support!" Vex snorts, scoffs, snorts again. She is, of course, once again lining up her shot with a sort of focus that should be interrupted by her scoffing and snorting. "You let those people back talk us, didn't even bat an eye, and here we were trying to be all..." She grows quiet a moment, before she squeezes the trigger to fire a shot that once again successfully leads the Boss away from the ... er, boss. "Professional! Support." Huff. "-Support-," SNOOT!
"Suppose it's business before family now."
This is hardly the time for family discord, but Vex doesn't rightly seem to care. Professional, indeed!
"Didn't teach me -everything-, either." A brief pause is observed, "Just ... most of it."
"LOVE AND SSSSSSSSSUPPORT."
Slick is heard shouting on the comms, before he swings the turret around and stitches a line of bolts above and beside the Albino - to force it into getting more into position. Of course, considering he's now shooting correctly, it turns into a very pleased audiable hissing noise - laughter.
"I WANT RAISSSE. MORE CREDITSSSS!"
Good job, Mak. You made Slick understand he could demand more fundings.
"LEFTY! You did a PISS POOR JOB recalibratin' these targettin' frammistats! How the hell'm I s'posedta do any dadgum CATTLE RUSTLIN' when I ain't got PROPERLY CALIBRATED TARGETTIN' FRAMMISTATS!"
Mak's froglike voice booms so loudly over the other freighter's loudspeakers that they start crackling and Lefty actually has to turn the volume down.
"Sorry Master! I was... uh... too distracted by your voluminous charms when you were bent over that inverter coupling... I... uh... long to earn your forgiveness! Perhaps you'd like to oppress me for a few hours after we return to your moon?"
This seems to appease Mak, as the only noise that comes over the loudspeaker for a while is a very low gurgling that is probably meant to be a Hutt Seductive Growl.
<Frak it> Veck is speaks softly, into his comm as he moves towards the cargo bay, as his hand is slams on the lock button as he moves into it now, his hand is reaching for a line of cargo rope, and then his right hand slams down on the airlock opening now, as he looks out into the void of the space, as he let's himself go down now hanging out of the back of the ship, his hand is bring up his blaster with a wicked little chuckle, as he aims towards the biggest whale.<Take this you bastard!> His voice is comes out harsh, as he fires right into the rock next to it, and then he starts to fire twice as he is hanging out of the back of the ship.
Quietly, Vex seethes.
This is the way.
She's stopped talking to Mak now, what with his Lefty lover over there making things uncomfortable for the kids in a big way. The skin above her nose wrinkles in disgust as she can't fight the images of those two ... oppressing each other. "Ghh..." A general sound of almost throwing up in her mouth is allowed to escape, lower jaw jutting forward as muscles tense up, whispering over and over 'stop it, just stop it' to herself as she squints those dimly glowing golden eyes against the encroaching darkness of her imagination's pitiless portrayal of writhing slug and slimey lover boy. She takes that horror, and she unleashes it upon the adult star whale, dutifully herding them in the appropriate direction.
"You're GROSSSSS, Lefty. That'sssss my Father you're talking about!"
It might sound like he's suddenly became 9 years old, but when you have a large black-scaled Trandoshan screaming that you're gross while he's blasting away at an Albino Space Whale, it's something to take into mind.
"Why do you need to be oppressed? Have you been a... rebellious slave?"
Mak's croaky voice purrs over the loudspeakers, while back on his own ship, chewing t'bacc drool is oozing out of his mouth and forming a brownish greenish waterfall that spills down his leathery fat rolls and puddles on the freighter's command console.
"Oh, I've been SO rebellious Master. I've really forgotten my place..."
Lefty's high-pitched voice is much softer, a gentle whisper in the ears of everyone patched into the Hutt Cartel Comm Channel. And there's no escape from it.
"Hoo hoo HOO!" With the last 'hoo!' Mak fires off yet another blast from the freighter's turret mount. He misses, but doesn't seem to care anymore.
There is a moment of space that fills the Mando'a with joy as Veck of CLan Sur is floating out there with a wicked little chuckle, his hand is firing into the air with that blaster, his first shot is on point, with a wicked little yip of pleasure.<This is fun.> His voice is coming out over the comms, and then he is firing again this one is going wide, as he hangs out there his left hand wrapped now more secure around that long cargo rope, the over his hand is he is watching it all, with a wicked little chuckle.
"-Stop-! In the name of all that is holy, stop! Sta-ha-haaaPUH!" She's gunna start crying. Vex is clearly not enjoying herself, and with the way her head is thrown back in her quasi-sobbing, squeezing that trigger was probably a -terrible- idea. But, she does it anyway. She does it because she's hoping if she hits Mak, this might all be over.
"LEFTY I WILL GET OUT OF THISSSS CHAIR AND I WILL EAT YOUR ARM."
Channel your disgust, Slick. Channel it into the ability to shoot at giant Albino Space Whales. With another series of blaster shots, the Albino is finally herded into place.
"Uh... maybe we'd better put a cork in this 'til after we've put the kids to bed. Meanwhile... don't think you're gonna sweet talk your way out of this, LEFTY!"
Poor Lefty's cheeks redden slightly, but with his green complexion it just kind of turns them a muddy brown. Mak seems to find it fetching enough though.
Firing his turret again, Mak's attempt is no better than any of the previous ones. It's pretty hard operating the controls with his short, pudgy, ill-coordinated arms. Hutts were really built for form, not function.
"Looks like our pen's almost full! See if ya can't get ONE MORE in thar... then we'll blow this joint!"
<Let's get this done, so they can get a room, there is not much left to do.> Veck's hanging there as he aims now, his eyes narrow there is a look no-one can see, if what the hell is wrong with them all. But he is on the clock, no time to think about it now, as he is starting to aim his hand is steady as he fires towards the whale, he needs this over, and he needs this to not happen, but he is pushing it down. Nightmares for later, not for now, nightmares for later, not now. This is his mantra, as the action is heating up over the comms, and then he fires, twice quickly. All that noise, all those images making him miss, but he is still dangles there outside of the ship.
Vex is a broken woman. Through the tears she can only squeeze that trigger, drowning in a world bereft of compassion, hope, or light. She's not even looking anymore. And yet, somehow, there is mercy. There is...
VICTORY.
"WOOOOOOOOO! Now that's some mighty fine shootin'! MIGHTY FINE!"
Mak practically sprays the entire command console with t'bacc spit as he does his version of a Trucker Victory Dance. It mostly consists of jiggling his belly and flailing his arms around in the air, looking very much like a turd that's being sucked down a drain and fighting against it every step of the way.
"Spice and hookers are on ME tonight! Ha ha HAR!" His froggy Celebratory Voice fills the speakers, even the ones inside the helmets of people currently being dragged behind a freighter like a Mandalorian Kite.
"But uh... just a LITTLE spice, kids. You got yer studies in the mornin', after all."
That Mandolorian Kite, is ready to get back in pull by pull, his hand is yanking himself back in, as he starts to move into the cargo bay. It is no easy task, and then he is slaming his hand on the closed button, as he speaks softly.<Enjoy your spice, Hookers thats not my path, I wish to be paid that is all. A good day's work and a good day's pay that is all.> WIth that he is moving back into the cabin, he is oh so serious.
