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[Headstrong Jack]

The inside of the bar in Orandia was about as empty as it could get besides for the occasional smuggler or gangsters. Elora didn't care to much about these so called criminals and as long as you don't ask too many questions then you are fine. Most people wouldn't care to bother a nightsister let alone even know anything about them...people often don't notice you if you can hide away with the worst crowd, the spice runners and crime lords of the galaxy. So she was sitting in a booth minding her own business wearing a hood to cover her features so no one would ask questions about her and she would end up on some list. Last thing Elora needed was some Imperial to assign her name to the kill list along with other people who were likely jedi and gangsters.

Even though the empire wasn’t allowed in this part of space there were some of them present at Orlandia. A wanted Pirate named Nabrina had been on the empire’s nerves for quite a while with her being a possible suspect of stealing Alice. Alice was a droid that Palpitine wanted back in his hands. The man really didn’t care about sending troops to Orlandia because what are the Hutts going to do? Yes they did help the empire but did Palpitine care? No. So he just decided to break the empire’s jurisdiction.

Some stormtroopers were stationed outside of the bar in a base nearby. Much to the disapproval of the Hutt gangsters and mob bosses. The hutts didn’t quite like the empire trespassing into their part of the galaxy and regularly the empire base on Orlandia would get attacked. Imperial advisors had tried to warn Palpitine countless time after time about making this bold move but the old man was dead set on his suspicion that a Hutt mob boss had taken Alice and were going to use her for galaxy domination. The inquisition had hired a private eye to track down the droid.

They were taking all steps to find this dangerous droid since it was a high probity for the survival of the empire. The droid could cause heavy damage if it was in the wrong hands and that it would be...

Many stormtroopers were sent to occupy Orlandia in an unexpected move by the emperor since that was suspected that the droid was being held at. Recent intelligence had suggested that the droid was on the run now but nothing that the empire had could match up to the firepower of the droid but they had the knowledge of knowing it's weakness. They were sure to send troopers that had thermal detonators on hand

 

[Murdergurl]

Nabrina​

A bright and silent flash preceded the arrival of the Drexl's Grudge into Hutt space. The vessel exited the hyperlane to observe the dreary and pale planet of Orondia taking up the majority of the ship's viewport. As the Drexl's Grudge made approach to the planet, the starship's captain remained stoic behind the pilot's seat. Her green eyes darted over the read-outs of her equipment, but the Twi'lek's azure face was otherwise unmoving. She and her crew were well acquainted with the planet, having many times used it as a rendezvous for trading off their contraband and stolen goods to various buyers.

The ship cruised closer to Orondia Station, one of the very few interesting places the planet had to offer. The rest of it was barren, and barely habitable. If it weren't for the fueling depot, no one would even bother to stop by the bleak world. As the ship approached Nabrina could make out a few other vessels that had parked themselves around the structure. It was busier than usual, but not alarmingly so. At length, Nabrina broke her silence and patched the ship through to a traffic controller as they entered the station's airspace.

"This is the Armistice. Requesting permission to dock with heavy freight, please advise.", her words came monotone and practiced, and the Twi'lek might as well have been a droid for all her lack of emotion. Her hands glided over the controls at her station as she sent over some forged ship registry codes. A short moment passed, and a gruff voice responded, deep and barely intelligible. The static on the channel didn't help. "Docking approved, Armistice. Proceed to docking bay three."

Nabrina would be a fool to use the ship's real name, even in a place as remote and lonely as Orondia. It was not unheard of for Bounty Hunters to camp out in such a far-flung place, waiting to spring a trap on those with a high price on their heads. And they were the least of the danger. All sorts of criminals were known to make berth here (Nadia included). It was no small chance that old enemies holding grudges from past could be tapping into the station's control comms. It wasn't exactly a high security operation out here, after all. It was always good practice not to leave a blaring invitation to trouble by announcing your ship's arrival. Armistice, Rancor Star, Sol's Bounty, and Ebon Hawk were all falsified identities that Nabrina would run at ports such as this. Of course, none of them would hold up to a visual inspection. The Crescent X9 was a courier ship, and hardly matched up to any of the counterfeit identities, not that anyone ever bothered to check. Besides, a few greased palms always shook away prying questions. It didn't matter to them. They just needed to log something in their system so they could look the other way. Some might think Nabrina paranoid. But her caution had kept here alive thus far, and she had no intention of changing that behavior anytime soon.

Nabrina laid back in her pilot's seat as she relinquished control to the automated docking procedure. The ship's computers uplinked with the station, and it was automatically brought into its designated landing zone. A gentle thud eventually rocked the ship as it settled into place. Nabrina then spun her seat around and stood, her lekku bobbing across her shoulders as she rose up. As she dipped out of the cockpit, the captain depressed a button on a wall panel in the hall. It hailed the crew through a loudspeaker heard throughout the ship. "Alright, we're finally set down. Get off and get lost. Enjoy 'dis dump as best ya' can while I take care of business.", the captain half-joked.

The pirates had been roving the depths of the Outer Rim for the better part of two weeks. After several unsuccessful attempts of hijacking trade freighters, the crew had managed to subdue a drone barge. After disabling the ship with an ion cannon, they had managed to board and overtake a portion of the automated security for long enough to make off with several crates of goods. After making enough distance from the barge, they had opened the crates to ascertain their haul. One of the crates withheld a shipment of liquid Tibanna, sealed in a multitude of shipping canisters. These alone would fetch a great price to the right buyer. But finding the right buyer required time and patience, and while Nabrina had the former, she was lacking in the latter. Instead, she would pass of the canisters on to a fence associated with the Hutt cartels. And Orondia would be their meeting place.

After the crew of weequay had cleared the ship, Nabrina went through the process of locking the Drexl's Grudge up and turning on the security measures in case anyone decided to try and get in without proper permission. All slicing aside, Nabrina relied on good old fashion mechanics to stop intruders dead in their tracks. Not a whole lot of species breathed chlorine gas, and a tank of it was poised to go off mere seconds after the entry hatch was opened if the persons entering the starship didn't know to manually shut it off. Stepping out into the docking platform, Nabrina was halted by one of the droids that comprised her crew. The droid was placed as part of the crew by Hojo, the Hutt crime lord that was a sort of patron to the pirates. Nabrina and Hojo had a long history.

[REMEMBER TO GET HOJO'S CUT], the assassin droid blurted through its monotone voice box.

The droid was masculine, but just barely. The HK unit had not been fitted with any particular kind of personality matrix and was more of a combative drone than anything else. But that did not mean that it was free to be commanded by Nabrina. Hojo had put the droid on the crew so that it would look out for the Hutt's interests first and foremost. As such, it was currently blocking the path between Nabrina and the impending deal she needed to close.

"Outta da way, Stitches!", Nabrina moved to push the droid aside, but her hand was stayed by the machine's stubborn weight. The Crew had dubbed the assassin droid "Stitches" on account of a drape of cloth that it had sewn together three days after joining their ranks. Stitches had worn the shawl ever since and it was about as much personality that it had ever shown.

[HOJO NEEDS HIS SHARE OF THE TAKE], Stitch insisted.

Nabrina sighed. her green eyes went sidelong as she subdued the start of an angry outburst. No use going off on a droid that would only repeat itself again.

"Are you gonna sell th' swag?", the twi'lek placed a gloved hand on her hip. The droid merely stared at the azure alien. "Didn't think so", Nabrina continued. . "Your slug ovva boss gets 'is cut when I sell the crates. Otherwise, I got no cut to set aside fer 'em, right?"

[HOJO NEEDS HIS CUT FROM THE LAST TAKE], the droid specified.

"That last deal was a bust, an' ya' know it, Stitch. I can't give Hojo his slice of zero now, can I?", Nabrina wore a smartass smirk on her face as she stepped around Stitch, explaining as she haughtily walked away from the insistent droid.

Stitch merely watched her go, his processors buzzing angrily.

"Go charge yer batteries or sumthin'", Nabrina jeered as she turned and made her way across a lonesome docking bay.

Not much later, the twi'lek captain found herself at a familiar dive. The tap joint was the closest semblance to a bar that the station had. The place was always dirty, the drinks were watered down, and the entertainment was third rate at best. Come to think of it, Nabrina wasn't even sure if the place had a name. And like the rest of Orondia Station, the bar was a magnet for lowbrow clientele. Just the kind of place that made Nabrina feel right at home. As the captain neared the familiar haunt, she noted a gaggle of stormtroopers stationed at its entry. She stiffened a little as she approached but did not hesitate in her pace. Their uniform helmets turned in unison as she passed them, Nabrina ducking her blue lekku through the entryway and leaving the soldiers at her back. She heard them murmur something about a droid, their digitized voices being anything but subtle with the conversation. Nabrina ignored them, fully fixated on her destination. Her eyes began to adjust to the dim lighting. She was glad it was dark in here. This way, she didn't have to look at the ugly faces of the patrons. The twi'lek chuckled internally at this thought as she made her way to the familiar bar counter.

 

[Lord Moldoma]

Chlorine - I​

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"Of course the empire would be here..." Watching from a ventilation duct that was embedded in a nearby wall, was a long black tendril with a mechanical eye on the end. The tentacle being no thinner around than an intranet cord. The eye stared down at the group of Stormtroopers. "And before I can get back up to full strength, too..." The eye closed, before degenerating into the tip of the tendril itself, retracting. The tendril undulated smoothly back through the ventilation shaft, retracting like the line of a fishing-pole. It maneuvered backwards, before travelling vertically up, back to it's owner.

The tendril retracted fully, taking the form of the end of a finger, and returning to a flesh color.

Sitting on the entryway to the ventilation duct/shaft was a girl with distinctly greenish-blond hair accented in a cyan color. Her sclera were a distinctive black color, giving her eyes the appearance of two illuminated, digital spectres floating in a dark void. She looked remarkably human, with the exception of her eyes, which could easily be explained as being merely a trait of her supposed species (whatever it was supposed to be), but was in fact explicitly designed by her original creators to make identifying her easy regardless of her form. She hadn't been awake for more than a few days cumulatively, and nobody had questioned her eyes, so she had yet to evolve around them. And she surmised that it was an important part of her identity. Though, as a droid, she didn't truly understand what that Identity was.

To put it lightly, she wasn't a normal droid, though you could guess from the fact that she looked nearly human apart from her eyes. The Empire had created her as a mobile superweapon. While not initially in line with something able to destroy a planet, still an anti-personnel weapon of unparalleled destruction. She was meant to destroy some of the most powerful individual targets of the Empire, whenever simply blowing up a planet was far too costly. Those being? Jedi. She was meant to kill Jedi.

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The Inquisitorius division specifically wanted to stamp out any remaining Jedi that had survived Order 66. The plan was to deploy HK-Ü, as she was known officially, to planets and locations believed to be acting as strongholds or other forms of sanctuary for the last remaining Jedi forces. To then allow HK-Ü to terminate all recognized Jedi on the planet. And then recover HK-Ü for redeployment. While Inquisitors were useful in dealing with Jedi, the possibility of a method that could simply be rebuilt if it were rendered KIA, was too much for the Empire to pass up.

HK-Ü had been designed with one idea in mind, to destroy the remaining Jedi. And it had been designed to adapt in any way it needed to fulfill that goal. The problem was that by creating an exponentially evolving algorithm, the Inquisitorius had effectively given HK-Ü the ability to supercede it's own programming. While it's initial testing was valid, the AI soon went rogue, both out of malice, greed, and jealousy, declaring itself "independent from the empire's goals, and vehemently opposed to the force sensitive majority." Including the Sith.

After a battle between it and a rank of 10 Elite Inquisitors, and 70 Purge Troopers, lead by Sith Lord Darth Elgyr and his protege sith master Yu’nik, similarly massacred as HK-Ü's original Jedi targets were, but ultimately managed to incapacitate HK-Ü (leaving Elgyr with minor injuris, Yu’nik fatally wounded, 2 inquisitors, one of whom later died in transit from their injuries and 7 purge troopers, all of whom survived in an injured state and three of which died in transit.) Allowing the Empire to seal it's core in a large, highly secure, "Sarcophagus", a containment vessel designed to prevent it's reactivation unless authorized by the higher Imperial authority.

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Several days before now, a raid on an Imperial base by an unknown force had led to the dislocation of the Sarcophagus, which for a time was unable to be detected or traced, likely due to the jamming of it's Black-Box signal.

Only one or two days ago, it had been located in Hutt Space, on planet Orondia

While the Empire assumed this meant that the raid was an action of one of the Hutt Cartels, it went much deeper than that.

Hutt crimelord Muga Desilijic Taago had come into a particular bit of information through one of his informants that a recent raid on an Empire base had brought back a particularly unique artifact. Supposedly, both an experimental superweapon and an HK unit that possessed the body of a beautiful woman in a single device. Indistinguishable from a living humanoid. This piece was definitely distinctive enough to catch Muga's attention, and he spent quite the sum to have it transported to Orondia. Muga believed that having both an enslaved servant for his own pleasure, as well as an unconquerable personal bodyguard would be more than useful for someone in his position.

Whenever a master slicer hired by the crime-lord opened the sarcophagus, It was expected that reprogramming the machine would be an shoe in. Muga insisted on personally coming to witness the unboxing of the yet-to-be-known Pandora's box.

He was furious whenever all that was inside was a small, circular core, no larger than a marble, encased in a thick glass bubble. Muga shouted out at the top of his lungs a thundering exclamation of huttese. It meant something along the lines of "Is this some sort of a joke? Do you take me for a fool, tiny man?"

Standing up straight and moving over to the glass bubble, Muga picked it up, his imposing visage towering over the slicer. "I'd have half the mind not to shove this down your gullet if you think this is what I payed for!" He threatened (Again in huttese), picking the slicer up by his collar. Who begged him frantically forgiveness, stating that he had nothing to do with the superficial mixup.

As he grasped the bubble, it cracked, before shifting and then sliding open. The marble fell to the floor, and immediately, a series of tendrils extended from the marble, attaching themselves to a nearby food-synthesizer imbedded in the wall of the room, which it integrated itself into.

While Muga was taken off guard by the sudden turn of events, he simply gritted his teeth and turned back to the Slicer. "Do you think your tricks are funny?" He asked sternly in huttese, his looming presence like a verbal threat towards the man's life and limb in and of itself.

Muga looked back to the processor unit when suddenly, the machine burst open. He dropped the slicer, who quickly scurried himself backwards into the wall, pushing up against it, both in fear of whatever sort of monster he had unleashed, both in the way of a now more-than-pissed off Muga Desilijic Taago, and a horrible mechanical abomination that originally resembled only a marble.

An arm reached out of the large hole in the unit now, and a humanoid pulled theirself out. Their form was illustrious. That of a young woman, completely naked of-course, emerging like a human from a medical capsule.

Muga went over to the strange woman, with no doubt in his mind that this was the machine he had payed for. He said something in huttese and waved his hand behind him, which prompted the guard standing at the door to walk over and pick the slicer up. Translating to him a "The mighty Muga states he has no further business with you. Your debt is repayed."

The slicer, of course, made his way out as quickly and submissively as he could.

As Muga convened with the strange woman, the only thing that the guard heard was a single exclamation of fear, something he had never heard from Muga, before a splatter of blood covered the room.

When he turned around, he found that the crime-lord's, his former boss's, lifeless body lie on the floor, a large hole blown through his head, something that no normal weapon could do.

The girl stood, holding her hand out in front of her, a small whisp of steam slowly ovulating and undulating off of her closed fist, which had hardened into a shiny black substance.

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As she thought back to what brought her here HK-Ü felt an odd satisfaction in having her first kill be such a formidable creature as a hutt, and especially one as socially and financially powerful as Muga.

If the hutts wanted to send bountyhunters to their deaths in an attempt to kill her off, she'd oblige them. Being at the center of attention, with no one government in control of her actions, that was what she believed would bring her the abstract concept of "happiness" that she desired.

All of her hate had to go somewhere... And she had quite a bit of it.

 

[Talathel]

Princess Shiasy Vanaria
Location: Bar Orandia
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A dark ebony cloak swirled around a petite figure as she strode through the crowds, keeping herself towards the outskirts and in the shadows as she made her way quietly towards a bar. Her fingers itched to draw her sabers, knowing it would only get her into more trouble as the togruta-jedi-in-hiding sighed heavily. Her eyes flashed as she entered the bar, every being slightly moving out of the way from the intimidating presence cloaked in fabric. Shiasy knew she held herself with more poise than she should, but screw it - she had places to be, things to do. Her ship couldn't be hidden for long, especially with stormtroopers in the area. The sound of boots caused the being to immediately stride forward a bit quicker, finding a dark corner and sitting down carefully.

She ordered a drink, her sharp words when being asked her age sent the being scurrying away from her with her order. Ivory fangs glinted and piercing mercury-dipped silver blue eyes peered out from the hood covering her face and head, concealing her identity for a bit longer. The force pulsed around her, and the togruta, knowing she was strong with the force tried to tamper it down, not wanting any unknown enemies to find her here. And mind you - enemies also included Jedi. She didn't believe for one second that feelings were a weakness like all jedi did. Well, all of the Jedi she met anyways. Now, where was she drink so she could enjoy herself and quickly get out of this goddess forsaken place.

The padawan beads clanked together lightly as Shiasy tilted her head, eyeing a twilek walking towards her with her drink, immediately soothing the female carefully, she took her drink and paid the female gently. Her emotions boiling with her annoyance. She despised the Hutt clan, having almost been sold to them long ago when she had left her tribe. More like her tribe was destroyed. She could overhear words of other hunters mentioning a lone jedi they wished to capture and turn over to the empire. Her teeth flashed as she snarled lowly, causing an immediate silence to fall as the hunters chanced a glance at her corner to freeze as their eyes met almost glowing silver-blue orbs. Her ivory fangs gave the chills to those watching the stare down and the group very quickly left after facing her dark glare.




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[Headstrong Jack]

There were sure a lot of people in this bar now and Elora felt kind of overwhelmed. Her magick senses could detect a presence in the ventilation system of the bar but she could not pinpoint what it was but whoever it was it was certainly hiding from something and someone...maybe it had to do with the empire arriving here? Either way Elora was curious now and sought to investigate that but then her eyes caught a glimpse of the famous captain Nabrina Sici who had aligned with the Hutt cartel for her own reasons but personally Elora found her kind morally repulsive. People like that had no problem doing bad things to get what they wanted and of it meant killing someone then they would do it without the thought of it. But maybe Nabrina was different to most of them since she was a Twi'ek and mostly those people were very kind in her experience. Elora could also sense a jedi here which was not good because the jedi were hunted down.

But did Elora have to help the jedi? No but she felt like it was the right thing to do since the empire were killing them like animals. She overhead the hunters talking about a lone jedi and sighed taking a drink from her cup wondering if she should reveal herself as a night sister since she doubted these hunters knew of her people but the empire probably did. She was sitting alone in a corner minding her own business or at least trying to appear like she doesn't care. "Dammit all..." Elora muttered as she got up from her seat and started walking towards the lone jedi and the pirate.

The witches of Dathomir did not like the jedi order at all or vice versa but the jedi did not deserve this treatment. Elora was also curious about the Pirate captain and why she had decided to come here was there not enough people to rob? "Pretty quiet today huh?" Elora tried to make conversation with both of the ladies well to gauge their character, "you know we don't get a lot of visitors here. I would love to hear both of your stories." She still had her hood on because of the storm troopers but otherwise would there be a need to wear it? Elora wasn't sure how the ladies would react to her and couldn't imagine it would be good...she had a habit of surrounding herself with the wrong people.

Of course the witch wasn't too unfamiliar with fighting storm troopers if she must but these women showing up would mean the empire would be crawling over here. Of course she was trying to prevent that because she grew quite fond of this part of the galaxy and well she would probably die for being a witch. Perhaps she could find another one of her kind out there. Well it couldn't hurt to come out of hiding couldn't it?

One bounty hunter casted a glance at the three women and especially Shivasy but soon looked away. He and his friends were after this droid too as hired by the inquisition, there was a lot of credits on this droid. "Hey you three," the bounty hunter said to them and walked up to them breaking into the conversation Elora tried to start. Elora watched the bounty hunter and waited for the others to start talking since she did not really like talking to people who wanted something.

"Have any of you seen a little girl?" The bounty hunter asked, "has greenish blond hair?" He pulled out a hologram of HK-U that the empire gave him as a reference and it might have been a little old since it was taken when she was still in their custody.

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