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In the Shola System
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| Simon_Levi | Date: Monday, 13 Jun 2011, 11:56 AM | Message # 1 |
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| As the red glow of the volcanic world of Shola bathed his office aboard the Amanita in a dark red, he stood and considered the world. He had hoped to put his capital on this world but unfortunately it had not proven tractable to widespread settlement. Still, he was minded to make hay from this uninhabitable world which could be used (if nothing else) for storage and as a hideout on a small scale.
He waited for a notification from the ship's Captain to let him know when the people arrived. 24 TIES orbited the vessel, ready to break off and guide away any vessel which did not identify as Mr Friend's vessel. Levi awaited the message from friend to allot him the landing zone on the world (on which a stability field had been established by an old minehead which had been cleared by a stormtrooper guard of any bugs and who now stood guard to prevent intervention from rebels) or aboard the vessel depending on his choice.
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| Qual_Onokha | Date: Monday, 13 Jun 2011, 12:40 PM | Message # 2 |
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| Qual had been hesitant to go the meeting to so the least. He leaned back in the large chair of his office on the yacht as he stroked one of the tendrils that framed his mouth. He looked at the message on the screen in front of him, reading over it a few more times before he slid the seat back and stood up. His office large as he walked towards the windows, looking out at into hyperspace before the intercom on his desk sparked to life. "Sir, we're almost there." Qual turned as he left his office, walking to the bridge as he stood and nodded.
In a few more moments the ship dropped out of hyperspace, the location of the meeting straight ahead as Qual broadcast. "This is Mr. Friends Yacht, here to meet with a Mr. Levi."
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| Simon_Levi | Date: Monday, 13 Jun 2011, 12:49 PM | Message # 3 |
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| The Star Destroyer would scan the class of the ship and send the report to Levi who would have the reply sent "Would you like to meet directly down on Shola or would you prefer meeting aboard my vessel? It's certainly much less warm and more comfortable up here."
The TIE Fighters gave the Yacht a wide berth as it moved towards Shola, the squadron commanders having been ordered to be non-hostile to Mr Friend's ship. If Friend wanted to meet aboard the Amanita, he would be given coordinates for where to send a shuttle to land (a discrete hangar near the rear of the ship so as to avoid attention).
Levi moved on to the bridge of the Amanita from his office at the rear. Standing next to the captain and inspecting the yacht which had arrived (what class is it?). Asking the Captain if his uniform was in order before moving away to his meeting location.
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| Qual_Onokha | Date: Monday, 13 Jun 2011, 12:59 PM | Message # 4 |
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| The Minstrel Class Yacht headed towards the Star Destroyer as Qual stood on the bridge and listened quietly before speaking up. "We only carry a compliment of fighters to protect the Yacht. There is no space for a shuttle. It would be much easier to met on the world below, unless you have the room to take on a small Yacht, or would allow clearance for a flight of Z-95 fighters."
Qual waited for the response as he looked to his crew who had informed him that the crates and cargo with in where secure and ready. The cargo hold filled as they would be loaded onto the fighters at a moments notice if needed.
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| Simon_Levi | Date: Monday, 13 Jun 2011, 1:08 PM | Message # 5 |
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| "I'll meet you onboard. I am sure I can fit your Yacht in our main hangar" said Levi as he nodded to the communications officer who transmitted the coordinates of an approach vector. "Power down engines and we will take you aboard." a trio of Tractor Beam generators activating to perform the tight manoeuvre in to the hangar bay so that it could be held securely during the time of its stay. Coming aboard in such a way did make
Levi moved down through the ship, straightening his uniform. Heading towards a large conference room a short walk from the main hangar he took a seat, awaiting notification that the ship had safely docked aboard.
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| Qual_Onokha | Date: Monday, 13 Jun 2011, 1:26 PM | Message # 6 |
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| Qual motioned to his crew who nodded, the engines powering down when they were close enough. He walked towards the cargo hold of the ship as he stood and waited. When he heard the loud thud of the ship setting down in the hanger he nodded. The large door that was built in to take on cargo let out a loud hiss as it began to open. Slowly setting down as he stood quietly, two of his own men standing next to him as they watched. Qual brought his hand up as his guards moved, their own weapons up as they saw the storm troopers.
"Settle down men." The two guards nodded as Qual motioned to them, a crate being picked up by one of the guards before the other men that had come with them moved into the cargo hold. Sitting in the back in the shadows where a set of weapons racks. The men waiting for the command before they would unhook them and roll them out as Qual stepped down the ramp.
He was directed towards the meeting room as he stepped inside with his two guards. The large being that Qual was had to duck some what just to moved through the door with out hitting his head on the bulk head. Qual looked at the Moff before he snapped his fingers, his guard setting down the crate they had carried in as they set it in the middle of the table.
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| Simon_Levi | Date: Monday, 13 Jun 2011, 1:36 PM | Message # 7 |
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| The vessel was brought in to the main hangar bay and was allowed to dock with the ISD, the tractor beams guiding it carefully to avoid any judder as the docking arms locked around it.. Qual being escorted to the conference room where he would meet an Imperial Officer at the door who would scan him, clearly disgusted at dealing with criminals but respecting the wishes of his Moff. The Diamond Boron missiles were checked for any remote detonators or tampering and confirmed as genuine before they were wheeled in with Qual.
If Qual was found to be unarmed (Blaster pistols were permitted but no explosives except the box) he would be escorted in to the meeting room. He would be greeted by the room being empty, with eight doorways off it, three down each side and one at each end. In the middle was empty space and a tall backed chair, turned away, with a figure sitting in it.
As the Chair turned around, the Moff's bar of the officer in the chair would be immediately impressive, made of an aurodium alloy. Equally his uniform was impressive, the very model of a modern Moff. He held in his hand a scanner. "I am informed you have brought me a shipment of Diamond Boron Missiles.. and you have not done me the discourtesy of trapping them. I respect your honesty, few.. gentlemen of the edge of the law.. have such good manners. May I fetch you a beverage? It would seem fit to toast our relationship Mr..."
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| Qual_Onokha | Date: Monday, 13 Jun 2011, 1:43 PM | Message # 8 |
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| "I am not Mr. Friend, I am a representative sent by him. You may call me Mr. Black." Qual nodded his head as his own guards with him had wheeled the large weapons racks into the room. The case sitting on the table as he approached it. Slowly opening the case to reveal the different wines. "A gift from Mr. Friend." Qual lifted out each bottle carefully and set them on the table for a moment before he looked back to the Moff as he approached each of the racks.
Qual pulled out a small item from his pouch as he ran it over each rack before a loud click followed by a beep as the racks unlocked. Qual opened each of them to show the Moff. "Each rack holds a total of six missiles. Mr. Friend was able to procure four such cases in such short notice." Qual walked back to the table before he set another small case down and opened it. "The primers for the missiles, you'll need these if you want them to fire properly."
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| Simon_Levi | Date: Monday, 13 Jun 2011, 1:54 PM | Message # 9 |
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| "Excellent, let me have some droids take these away and we can get down to discussion" came the voice from the chair. An anti-bugging field activated (preventing communication in or out of the room in case Black wore a wire) as he put down his scanner and summoned the droids to come and clear away the missiles. A pair of labour droids moved in and removed the missiles to a secure location, checking them once again for any traps and removing any present before putting them on board a shuttle which would set out for a secure location on Shola, Simon Levi's own storehouse. The primers were examined and given to separate droids and kept elsewhere on the Amanita, it would not bode well if pirates found both the missiles and their activation codes.
"So, Mr Black, I do not recognise your species. May I inquire as to what species you are? Or would that be an affront to your dignity. And what fine wines these are! They must have cost you an arm and a leg.. a gift perhaps? Too kind.." All the blast doors in the room closed after the droids left, ensuring they were not overheard and allowing a little privacy without the stormtroopers outside butting in.
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| Qual_Onokha | Date: Monday, 13 Jun 2011, 2:07 PM | Message # 10 |
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| "My species has been listed as unidentified, to tell the truth, speaking what my own people call us would require your own species to cut out your vocal cords and develop a sense of hearing beyond what you do now." Qual sat back in the seat near him as he looked to the Moff. "Mr. Friend is appreciative of those that would bring him business, as such he often gives fine gifts to others to show his appreciation." Qual reached into the case as he set two cups down and picked up another bottle out of the case.
"Ah Zeltron Spiced wine, I must this is one of the best I've had." Qual looked at the bottle as he examined it before pulling the quark as he set the bottle onto the table. "I find it is often best when allowed to breath." Qual looked to the Moff as he stroked one of the tendrils that framed his mouth. "Now then, Mr. Friend has given you a gift and the items that you have requested. I believe before we finish this meeting it would be helpful to hammer out a deal between yourself and Mr. Friend's organization."
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| Simon_Levi | Date: Monday, 13 Jun 2011, 2:27 PM | Message # 11 |
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| "So I'm afraid.. While these gifts really have been lovely.. I am afraid the tete-a-tete part of our meeting is going to have to come to an end. I must be plain with you." Spoke the man from the chair, laying down the Moff's bar in front of him. "You see, I am a little sad to do this, but I am not Moff Levi, I am Agent Amethyst. Moff Levi's head of intelligence, and I am afraid the deal you were informed of, a base of operations in exchange for missiles.. this deal will cost you a good deal more"
In the hangar bay, four Ion Cannons descended from the roof. They opened fire upon the large Yacht, seeking to disable it and its reactor with a single quick volley. The soundproofed meeting room, however, would give no indication of this. Other defense turrets descended from the roof with turbolasers, ready to simply take the vessel to pieces if it resisted. The 24 fighters of the escort moved close to the Star Destroyer ready to gun down any ships who attempted an escape.
"This really has been textbook for us, and incredibly easy, if I may be frank. Crime is not an area to which your species is well suited!" Amethyst spoke waggling a mocking finger at Qual. "But... Moff Levi has a.. quite frankly, very generous offer, which will allow you to keep your liberty.
Amethyst gestured to the blast doors. "Behind each blast door is a squad of stormtroopers. Their blasters are not set to stun. Thus I would caution you against lashing out violently in some animalistic fit of frustration and instead listen to the alternative offer Moff Levi offers you.
"You will surrender your ship to us, your crew equally have forfeited their right to freedom and will be dealt with by Imperial justice."
You will give us all your bank details, all funds you own and friend's will be forfeited in to the Sector Treasury as a voluntary commitment. You will give us the location of your home base.
You will be given certain serums which will ensure you do not lie to confirm this information, and your release will be dependent on the accuracy of this information.
We have no intention of dealing with Mr Friend in any way, but if we see any signs of your organisation in this Sector we will release the information to the Imperial Security Bureau.. so it will serve as insurance against any possible "revenge".
If you observe these terms and agree to this contract, you will be left with your life and will be released on Chuzalla as soon as your side of the bargain has been held up, you will free to return to your enterprises outside of the Tammuz Sector so long as you are not seen here again..
This is a generous offer, I advocated shooting you and flushing you out of an airlock and destroying your ship, but the Moff is minded to be merciful and not submit you to Imperial Justice on this occasion.
If you attempt to renegotiate the terms, you will be shot and flushed out an airlock.
If you attempt to disagree with these terms you will be shot and flushed out of an airlock.
If you make any act of violence or attempt to, you will be shot and then flushed out of an air lock.
Is this clear?"
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| Qual_Onokha | Date: Monday, 13 Jun 2011, 3:15 PM | Message # 12 |
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| Qual leaned back as he looked at the bottle of wine in front of him, pouring it into the cup as he looked at the liquid before taking a drink. "You see, Mr. Friend sent me here for this exact reason. He knew that something like this would happen. Of course he knew that I would be accused of a crime, when simply transporting weapons is legal, even more so with these." Qual snapped his fingers as his two guards nodded, one of the men reaching into his coat as he produced a set of papers, handing them to Qual before he set them down. He unrolled the papers before he slid them across the table to the agent.
"What you see there are papers that authorize me to transport the weapons. All legal in the terms stated there, including the fact that any action taken towards us that is hostile is highly illegal itself." Qual slowly stood up as he looked to the man in front of him. "This is what is going to happen, I'll be leaving this room, while leaving the wine as a gift, the missiles of course will stay as they were transported legally as stated in those papers."
Quals two guards moved closer to him as they approached the door they had entered into, his hand coming up as he held another item in his hand. His thumb pressing against it before the door unsealed itself and opened with a hiss. "It was a nice try at entrapment though. Next time, make sure that the people you are dealing with really are criminals and not holding merchant papers." Qual gave a smile as he held up another piece of paper and showed it to the storm troopers that stopped him. The two nodding before Qual and his guards walked down the hall and into the hanger bay, seeing the weapons as he motioned to his guards. The men nodding as they nodded to the crew members who looked on from the bridge. The crew members broadcasting their code as the hanger bays computers where given the ships name and titled, as well as the class of it being a merchant vessel.
He approached the cargo bay as he stepped on, handing the commander in the hanger bay another copy of the merchant papers. As Qual stepped onto the ship the engines began to hum to life as the commander was forced by law to open the hanger doors for Qual and unclamp the ship. Qual stepped onto the bridge as the ship powered up, the Ion Cannons seeming to have no done their job completely as the ship lifted up before dropping out of the hanger as its engines powered up before it jumped to hyperspace.
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| Simon_Levi | Date: Monday, 13 Jun 2011, 3:28 PM | Message # 13 |
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| "You don't get it do you, this is extortion. I really don't give a fig for what permits you have. You are an alien in possession of an illegal Capital ship." spoke Amethyst.
The door did not open when Qual attempted to leave, it was locked. The Ion Cannons kept firing at the ship until it was completely disabled, all systems offline and with no chance of returning to operational capacity for a good long while. The ship was not a military ship and was ill prepared for the barrage.
Any stormtoopers he would encounter (if they were let in to the room which had its blast doors sealed (as established before)) would be rather uncaring of an alien moaning about the Empire shaking him down. Every day across the Empire hundreds of such petty acts of injustice were enacted against aliens every day, no Imperial Judge gave a damn for the rights of some Outer Rim scum gun runner. The Stromtrooper Corps did not care about paperwork.
Stormtroopers waited at the airlocks to Qual's vessel (which had no communication from Qual due to jammed comms), they began to enter the vessel to board it and capture any crew aboard, using Stun blasts to capture them alive, if the vessel's airlock was not still open, they would begin to apply fusion cutters to the now unpowered ship and begin to cut their way in.
Amethyst stood up and smiled widely at Qual's face "Normally, I would be a man of morals and object to shaking down a man instead of enacting justice. But you are not a man." he spat at Qual. "You are below filth, you sell weapons which would be used to kill good humans. Furthermore you are an Alien. You look to the law to protect you? What do you think the law cares for you, Alien scum. Now do you accept my offer or do you wish to be given the release of death here and now?"
Agent Amethyst took from his belt a blaster pistol and leveled it at Qual.
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| Qual_Onokha | Date: Monday, 13 Jun 2011, 5:16 PM | Message # 14 |
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| And that was when Amethyst made his mistake. It was never a smart thing to level a blaster to him as Qual looked to his guards. "Where do you think those missiles are now." One of the guards looked to Qual before speaking. "I'd say in the lower hanger, maybe the weapons room sir." Qual looked back to the man as he quickly moved. His hand grabbing his wrist before he slammed it against the table, breaking it with out a second though and making him drop the blaster pistol to the floor before he smacked Amethyst head against the desk as he kept his hand with a firm grip on his throat as he kept him pinned. His guard picking up the blaster pistol as he looked at it. "Its a very nice pistol." He smirked as he Qual nodded before looking to Amethyst. "You know, it was nice and all having those droids check for traps that may be in the missiles. All though it would have been better if you had made sure the timers where off. I'd say they should be going off any time soon, wouldn't you boys agree." The guards smirked before there was a rough and loud rumble filling the ship, the ISD shaking as one of the Boron Missiles blew, tearing through the hull where they had been held. Qual still holding Amethyst against the table.
In the ship the crew had their plans set as they had hid. The airlocks opened, and those storm troopers that did come inside found only a droid at the helm. The 3PO unit looked at them. "I am a 3PO unit, human cyborg relations. how may I help you." The crew though made use of the various compartments that were difficult to detect even if scanning for them. Enough time given the crew slipped from their hiding spot and up behind the storm troopers. Disarming and disabling them as they threw the storm troopers against enough other, being careful as they used vibroknives to cut under the armor and prevent any sign of death from being seen. The crew then stripped the bodies before they threw them into the compartments, keeping them hidden as they dressed in the armor. The group coming out as one of them reported. "No one inside sir, just a 3PO unit." The group moved towards the last known location of Qual and his guards as they took place in one of the other rooms, releaving the squad as they stepped in.
Had the hanger crew looked closer though, they would have realized that the ship had been powered down. The ion cannon fire just running through shut off wires and not doing a single thing to the ship at all. They were useless in that way, not affecting any of the systems unless they had been turned on. A few moments later the ship began steam, its vents open as the hanger was slowly filling with smoke as the cooling system of the ship vented out into the hanger. Those who weren't wearing anything to stop the gases from getting to them began to double over, grasping at their throats as they died a slow painful death. An alarm going off in the hanger as the thick heavy cloud of coolant vapors filled the hanger, cutting off any real visual of the ship, making it impossible to fire at it even if they knew where the ship was. A moment later there was another loud explosion, this one closer though. The 3PO unit had given power to the weapons, the Heavy Turbolasers firing out from the cloud as they tore into the Ion Cannons in the hanger, ripping them to shreds as the comparments on the side of the ship opened. The Z-95s with in firing off a quick volley as a set of four concussion missiles ripped through the hanger, smashing against or near the turbolasers in the hanger and tearing them apart. The ship continued to shake as another Diamond Boron missile exploded, tearing through the hull once more before setting off a chain reaction. The rest of them going off as a long gash was visible on the side of the ISD. The alarms continued as Qual held Amethyst against the table. "You didnt think we'd come unprepaired did you." He smirked as one of the blast doors opened, the storm troopers moving in as they nodded to Qual. His crew as he grabbed Amethyst and dragged him out into the hall.
One of his men pulled out a set of extra breathing packs, handing them to Qual and his guards who pulled them on. In a few moments as they stepped out into the hall a loud explosion tore through the meeting room. The case of wine exploding as the room filled with gas and smoke. "Next time check for timers." Qual smirked as they forced an air mask onto Amethyst and dragged him into the hanger bay, and onto the ship. Qual looking at him. "You have a choice, you surrender and let us go, and we'll be nice and drop you and your crew off at the nearest planet, or we can kill you now."
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| Management | Date: Monday, 13 Jun 2011, 7:10 PM | Message # 15 |
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| (( Because some resolution to the thread is necessary, I've conferred with both parties and come up with an auto that will bring this to a close. ))
"Events concluded on the Star Destroyer as Moff Levi planned them to; the Minstrel-class yacht, its cargo, and its complement of fighters were impounded, and 1 in 10 of its crew ordered shot (the rest to be sold into slavery). Additionally, the Moff was able to extort as many credits as he was able to from Qual, who, however, probably didn't conduct his transactions through bank accounts and, thus, whose credits were most likely secure. This dark day for Qual's organization would end on the planet Chuzalla, in the Tammuz Sector, where he had been deposited without money. But no doubt, as Levi slipped away, it was vengeance that would be foremost on Qual's mind."
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