Log:Tatooine Sunburn: Slavers Interrupted

Tatooine Sunburn: Slavers Interrupted

OOC Date: September 15, 2020
Location: Tatooine
Participants: Ariel Teral, Nerys Greystorm, Hadrix Kora, Kael Greystorm, Merek, Elrych Cometburn, Dhr'rall, Tara Sur

Tatooine tends to have a love it or hate it atmosphere. Most people hate it, but, there are some people that love it. People that love it are more than likely those that feed off the misery of others though. There are those that haven't known another planet. Tatooine is one of those planets that is home to a lot of slaves and former slaves. There had been an uptick in slaver activities in Mos Eisley as of late and they were linked to a very low rung group that go by the name The Fading Sun (apparently having the name Sun in your name makes you cool?). They had set up a temporary base of operations in Mos Eisley from what had been discovered, but they were based out of Kafrene originally.

The suns are starting to dip lower in the sky, sending an array of oranges and reds over the main street of Mos Eisley. People are still out in a great number, because business doesn't stop just because night falls. And some business picks up when the sun goes down as it is. There are Jawas that are speaking excitedly to each other as they head down the street with a skid full of electronic and robotic parts.

All in all it seems like it might be a good evening to do some business, find a pleasure or a fight. Or all three if one is lucky.

Mostly, for Nerys, it was business. It was always business. Just at the moment, she was standing by a small cluster of Jawa, who were showing her something in one of their carts. "Are you kidding me?" She began, cutting off the Jawa in mid sales pitch, "A deaf, dumb, and blind man wouldn't pay five credits for that, and you know it. Either you're holding out hoping I'll be stupid enough to take the first thing you offer me, or I came all this way for nothing. So which one of us is going to leave here with more credits in their pockets?" The small beings, twittering at the possibility of a lost sale, ran over to start burrowing through the rest of their hoard.

Hadrix hates it. He hates sand. It's course, gritty... gets everywhere. Gets referenced creepily in the most stranger danger sense that it could (RUN PADME! RUN!). Dressed in gold trimmed black, helmet on and the retracted 'staff' of his bow in one hand - Hadrix was hunting slavers.

He was going to give them a war they wouldn't believe.

A man his size shouldn't be so easy to conceal in shadows, or move as nimbly as he does - but he's doing it - and he's approaching where the scummers dwell. Slavers. If a Jedi or others sensitive to emotions in the force were present, there might be a sudden rage coming off him in waves. The old anger, being whetted to a cutting edge by mnemonic devices and decades of warfare in his blood.

Kael's here for business but not likely the type of business the Suns... Well no probably the type of business they're sort of into as well as the tall man heads towards the shops that he owns in particular to the weapon and armor shops to see how they're doing and to possibly try and drum up business. He looks over at Nerys as she's getting into an argument with the Jawas and he hmmms shifting on his foot to start to head towards the small woman to see what she's bartering for.

Merek was of course in the place to listen in for information when it came to the slavers. Then he found himself with Kael and with Nerys. Of a mind like Hadrix, he was waiting for slavers, with that rifle which he borrowed lifted up a bit along the shoulder.

The hooded figure in a dark green cloak, perhaps recognizable to some as Elrych Cometburn of the Jedi Order, wasn't hiding. In fact he was walking, more meandering down the street towards this 'center of operations.' See, the most direct and obvious path was sometimes the best. Then again, he wasn't known as a tactful man and certainly far too confident in his own abilities to give himself such a thing as cover. He worse shades over his blue eyes, the thick rimmed kind with dark dark lenses that reflected everything they looked at.

Tatooine. Dhr'rall has history here. It's not pleasant. He's visibly at ease on this planet, and it clearly goes beyond sun and sand. This is all aside from the fact that slavery is technically a business like any other, however, he has a right to not support such business. Usually he stays out of such matters, it keeps the Guild happy, and these things never pay well. Today he's just in a mood to continue following the thread of curiosity from the desert. At least the suns are going down. But this is a planet that he takes seriously, because of his personal history. Dhr'rall walks openly armed as a result, a heavily modified blaster rifle to accomodate his massive clawed hands. Something some locals likely have seen before, this particular Togorian Hunters Guild member walking about armed.

There might be a suspicious number of Mandalorians around at the moment, but Mos Eisley was never short of Bounty Targets, and therefore bounty hunters. Her own blood red plates and more subdued gold trim probably let her blend into the orange sunset wash that tinted the streets, HUD up and active as she scanned for anyone particularly slaver looking. Technically legal, sure. But they tended to pick up bounties for other things, and if someone happened to be presented for reward missing their kneecaps... who'd really be upset? The hunter's carbine rests maglocked to her backplate on one side of the slim jetpack, a flamer on the other shoulder, and a pair of pistols on her gunbelt. Heavily armed, but a Mando /not/ packing heat was more suspicious if anything.

Hunting for slavers on Main Street of Mos Eisley /might/ be a bit of a crapshoot for some. But, it's when the sun is going down and darkness falling that most tend to start scurrying around like cockroaches. It's easier to move at night and there's less chance of being stopped.

So it should be no surprise that there are the sounds of screams that erupt from an area around the time that the sun starts to cast shadows on its way down. This causes a bit of chaos, as it seems that there is more than one group, or so those who are trained in tactics might recognize what they are doing.

There are screams from women and children mostly. And there's others running AWAY from the mess that is happening just off of the mainstreet.

This was going to be a fun time. Said no one ever.

One of the Jawa came over, pulling a small, rather battered case with it, and placed it down carefully on the hoard Nerys was standing by, chirping and twittering away. Nerys nodded, glancing aside to Kael as she caught his familiar figure out of the corner of her eye, "He's with me," Nerys offered in a pseudo-conversational tone, that was at once almost friendly, and entirely pointed. She did not often make use of Kael for the intimidation factor the big bounty hunger provided, but sometimes a girl had to practice 'aggressive negotiations'.

And then the screaming began, just as Nerys was about to open the case. "Always when I'm working!" If Nerys hadn't been standing in sand, she would have stamped her foot for effect, as she spun away from the Jawas, tossing them back a credit chit for their time, "I'll be back. Don't let that go anywhere." She pulled her backpack around to half side half front, as she pulled open it's front pocket, glancing to Kael and then tipping her head towards the sound of the screams and the figured running.

Breech and bang, close quarters and not much good for a bow and arrow. The rod of the weapon is quickly deposited on a hip hangar as he pulls the heavy repeater over his shoulder and presses the priming toggle. Even as he stalks forward the Massive Mandalorian is cast into the sky on twin pillars of flame. Cape blowing out behind him through the short hop - intended to land to one side of the building being assaulted.

No threatening speeches, growls or short barked words. Hadrix simply stands with the TA-16 braced on his hip and pointed casually in the direction of the slavers.

Kael's just observing with Nerys for the moment. As she says he's with her he just nods looking at the good's the Jawas have. Then the screaming. That never ends well for folks and Kael's not one to let something causing women and children to go screaming and running stand. His steps are quick as Nerys moves with him he looks over at her and nods before he spots the 'slavers' and still in stride his left hand draws his Sentinel IV out of it's holster, barely taking the time to aim he blasts one of the Goon Squad dropping what's left of their body down as he looks at the others glaring, "Drop your weapons and surrender or end up like your buddy."

Merek lifts up that rifle of his while he notices the two street sides with the slavers. "They are trying to move the citizens to one place, we should try and keep them away from the crossfire if we can," he says, then he takes a shot, firing into one of the slavers. The bolt kills them, then they catch on fire from the incendiary.

When Aryn had reported the incident on Tatooine, Elrych felt compelled to put a few feelers out. When they reported the pickup of activity, he took a trip over to do some good in the Galaxy. Dispence justice. The Jedi thing, you know?

Nothing was ever that easy.

The Screaming caused him to stop and look in the direction that the noise came from. He took his shades off, revealing those blue eyes and knitted brows of curiosity. Putting the shades inside his cloak, he pushed down his hood and started towards the commotion... He ducked slightly as Hadrix flew over him. "Mandalorians, huh? Looks like I wasn't the only one with ideas..." He's yet to pull the lightsaber from his belt, it hanging just bellow his green hooded cloak.

The Jedi steps closer, his foots steps patient and carefuly. The warm desert wind whips around his robes and hair. As he stops, he pulls his lightsaber from his belt, his other hand reaching out lazily. Then, with a flick of his fingers one of the slavers from the second group goes flying. There is a thunderous report afterwards, like a calp of thunder which was likely rare except in sandstorm and Tatooine. He presses the button on his lightsaber, the blue beam comming to life in a whispered humm. "Well... hello there." He smirks.

Screams and Panic as night falls. With others heading off to one side, Dhr'rall growls and runs down an alley for the other side. In the dimmer light his glowing jade pupils are even more noticeable. While his helmet is on and the visor down, his faceplace has been left to hand to one side. The rifle stays in his right claws as he jogs, easily rounding the corner. He hates this planet, what its past has done to him and others. He sinks that hatred into action towards the slavers. His arms spread out, his chest puffs with a full inhalation, his left clawfingers go on full display. His fangs appear in his challenging roaring bellow of raw Togorian fury. The rifle snaps up before he's even done roaring and snaps off one shot. A professional hit to the upper torso, where most sentients air pipes are.

When the shouts go up and blasters fire, Tara's helmet snaps over to look in the direction of the commotion before the jetpack ignites and she boosts into a leap. Dropping into the street she slips her Sentinel from its holster and fires, bolt knocking one of the slavers back into a wall. <<"You going ot surrender now, or are you going to make me shoot all of you?">>

"BILLY NO!" someone screams when one of the slavers gets cut down without as much as a scream comes out. Maybe this was a bad idea? But, they had a job to do. "Oh yeah, no can do on that surrender thing. Our boss scares us more than you guys." one of the men in black and orange armor states. Then Dhr'rall turns a man into paste, "Okay maybe one or two of you scare us more..." he states as he lays down his weapon near the pile of paste and starts to skitter backwards. "Hey...group full of jackholes, there are Mandos and giant cats kicking our asses out here, a little help after your cargo is secured?" he shrieks as he runs.

Another group?

This just got a whole lot worse!

But they had to get through these guys first! And most of them seemed to be crumpling like paper.

Nerys knew enough to follow in Kael's wake. She was the backup, and where he went, she went. When they were working, which, they apparently were. She had had too much practice these last few, months, years, how long //had// it been, since she'd been just a rich girl archaeologist tooling around the galaxy? Well, no use crying over spilt milk now. She made easy work of removing the bowcaster from its built in cradle in her backpack the big bag back on her back as she moved. But she was the overwatch, even when she was on the ground, and she scanned the areas as she ran, her voice projecting as she did so, "Two more bodies incoming from the northeast, and there's a ship landed behind that building in the same direction, they're already loading slaves." And then she aimed her weapon, drawing down, she hoped, on one of the new figures she saw coming in for backup. The bolt, which was as angry as Nerys felt for having her trade interrupted, dropped one of the incoming backup.

Kael sighs as one of them almost gets their instructions rights dropping his weapon and running off, "You all are more afraid of your bosses than us? Guess I need to spend a bit more time here correcting the error of your ways." He toggles his blaster to stun and shoots another one not even paying attention as the man slumps down as he continues to walk down the Alley towards where the ship is landing, "Heard. Two ahead ship landing. Slaves being loaded." He keys up his comms to check with Lexxie, <<"Lexxie, How far out is the Warden? Chandrilla... Well that does me no good go back to your oil bath.">>

Tucking tail. Running, 'Our boss is scarier'. Inside the helmet the big man smirks before the repeater opens up in a short order burst of throaty chuffing sounds before a quartet of plasma darts strike a shoulder, spinning the man before the next blasts out ribs, the third vaporizing the abdomen and the final cutting the man in half.

Merek looks to the place, while he takes a moment to consider ways to bring the citizens away from the fighting. "I'm going to take care of the citizens," the man mentions, then lifting up that rifle, he offers a bit of covering fire while he begins to escort along the streets a few of the people.

The Group of slavers didn't appear to be firing back. Elrych walk towards them, his lightsaber pointed down at his side. Piercing blue eyes looked to the loud mouth, his command over the force slithering it's way into his mind like an invisible mist. "You'd want to drop your weapons, run home, and re thing your life."

He looks towards the others, his expersion rather serious. He doesn't have any threatening words, his saber, robes, and ability over the force might be enough for them to realize the gravity of their situation.

The Slavers are having a bad day, fate, the force, whichever has brought them their own doom for their part in taking slaves. Dhr'rall roars again in challenge this time, but they run off! Attrition takes them all down before he can aim once more. His massive head snaps back and forth in an agitated manner, his jade pupils seeking new targets. Citizens are escorted away, Dhr'rall stalks forwards towards where the shrieking one had directed his panic to. Dhr'rall seeks whoever else is trying to secure 'cargo'.

Lightsabers are out, the Jet'ii is doing mind tricks, one of them's fleeing... And they're not scared? <"Your loss then."> The Sentinel roars and Tara draws her second pistol, turning as she opens a channel to Hadrix. <<Vod, any intel on the rest of them, or should we get airborne and start searching?>>

The dust settles and there are dead bodies, retreating bodies and citizens that are being lead to safety by Merek. The last minute grab to try to secure more resources had cost the slaver group a few good men, but, they got a small cache of future slaves. Future if no one saved them that is.

The ship is done being loaded, except for a goon that is trying to wrestle a girl in her early teens away from a red head that looks particularly angry that they are trying to snatch children. "You cowards!" she hisses at the man as she keeps a grip on the girls arm.

The captain of the ship has their bounty in the cargo hold already and looks pleased with himself as he turns to start pushing the buttons on the back of the ship, but he sees the ginger giving one of his men trouble and snorts, "Marco! What are you doing? Grab them both and come on. We have a deadline. Credits are on the line. You don't need to play with your prizes." he rolls his eyes.

With permission to not be soft, Marco powers up a baton and whacks the pesky redhead with it. And most aren't going to withstand the current that runs through them. She gets hefted up by another of the group and then the ship is closing the loading ramp and taking off.

This was indeed not over with the Fading Sun from the looks of it. Even if they were sloppy with their work.

Kael Greystorm starts to jog towards the ship as it's getting ready to take off before he spins back towards the Alley, "Make sure we bind and secure the one I stunned. He's going to give us more info on this operation." Even if he doesn't want to. Then he looks to Nerys, "Did you get any details on the ship?" He flicks the toggle back to the deadlier setting and holsters the Sentinel back at his hip, "I'm not happy slavers are setting up shop in my shop's back yard."

"HiBall, get eyes on that ship!" Nerys kept running, ignoring the bodies, or hopping them when she had to, using her spryness to her advantage, as the ID10 who usually sat on Kael's shoulder zoomed off after her. She'd never make it to the ship on time, that was true, but she could mark it and try to track it for later. "Belate, get the Tai in the air and track the ship until it gets to hyper." They didn't need whatever backup was still on the ground converging on them. By the time Kael rolled up on her, Nerys was standing not far from where the ship had taken off, "I've got HiBall's feed, and Belate will get what he can." She glanced over to Kael, "We'll find them. They're bad for business."