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Alyn_Stark

Date: Tuesday, 26 Feb 2013, 6:26 PM | Message # 1

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The Beautiful Mind dropped out of hyperspace, transmitting docking coordinates to the Trandoshan station. With it, of course, came a small plethora of escort craft that served, as always, Stark's eyes and ears and extra sets of hands as needed. Once the clearance was given, a small ship, the Infinite Thought, would break free of the yacht and head for the station proper.

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Tssk

Date: Tuesday, 26 Feb 2013, 6:32 PM | Message # 2

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"A beautiful mind huh? A beautiful ship too if I might say.." spoke the planetary control on the Lucrehulk "State your personnel roster, cargo and destination?" the airspace control was manned by a Corellian who had little time for the fancy talking code procedure. A pair of quadlasers tracked the vessel as it approached the Lucrehulk-class ship in orbit. The Trandoshan Navy skimmed gently around, dropships going to and from the planet regularly.

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Alyn_Stark

Date: Tuesday, 26 Feb 2013, 6:38 PM | Message # 3

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The PLY 3000 stayed clear of the dropships so as not to impede their flight path. The pilot on board paused a moment, then came back over the comm. "Two pilots, two gunners and one passenger. No cargo. Destination is your station for my passenger's meeting with War Chief Tssk." Apparently, as the clearance had not yet come through, Stark would not be departing the yacht yet in his personal ship.

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Date: Tuesday, 26 Feb 2013, 6:44 PM | Message # 4

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"Oh, we've been expecting you guys" there was a furious sound of keyboards being rapped over the communications channel "Just the one passenger? Confirm?" the Corellian said lazily as they had the hangar door swing open and a simple deflector keep the air within, this was the left hangar, less filled with the slave shanty town and rather more as the Neimoiaians intended. "Landing slot 29-52" came the clarification as the ship slid in. "What name is your ship owner to be registered as landing as?"

Tssk himself sat in the makeshift throne-room built from several suites knocked through in the core ship. A fire lit feasting hall, the floor littered with bones and detritus of lizard dinners. He clicked his claws on the table and reached over for a Juri juice as he waited, hissing a joke about mammals to one of the many warriors in his hall.

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Date: Tuesday, 26 Feb 2013, 6:49 PM | Message # 5

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It was here where the Infinite Thought would separate from the yacht, and in response to the Corellian's query, Stark's voice would cut over the comm channel instead. "Change of plans, Control. Private transport Infinite Thought will be docking with your station. Three passengers plus one. Vessel registered under Alyn Stark." The YV-666 approached slowly, giving the control time to adjust to the change.

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Date: Tuesday, 26 Feb 2013, 6:56 PM | Message # 6

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The bustling traffic of Trandoshan ships would try and give as wide a berth as possible to the unknown Yacht. "Yep, just land at the location stated. I'll have a customs officer sent down. Beautiful Mind, bear off to the stationary vessel area alongside the CR-90 Blackfang, that way you'll not run into a freighter or dropship on it's rounds."

As the ship landed there would be a group of assorted Trandoshans awaiting, as was par for the course they were equipped with a variety of equipment. The largest and most intimidating looking stepped forward, his teeth were pronounced and a concussion rifle hung at his side. "Ello?" he said in remarkably good basic "Wot you lads ere for then?" he held up an intensive beam scanner as a slave wheeled forward a shopping card type assembly "Weapons and comms devices please lads"

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Alyn_Stark

Date: Tuesday, 26 Feb 2013, 7:02 PM | Message # 7

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As the Beautiful Mind moved off on its vector, the Infinite Thought entered the bay. As it settled down and dropped the boarding ramp, four beings descended to meet with the Trandoshans. Stark, in the lead, nodded off towards the distance. "War Chief Tssk wished to speak with me. Drones. Construction on a palace. A number of things, so I was told, and here I am, despite the fact that my trip to the Botor Enclave occurs in only a few days. With all due haste, might I be conducted to see His Ferociousness?"

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Date: Tuesday, 26 Feb 2013, 7:06 PM | Message # 8

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"Ees appy to see 'is friends. Said the Trandoshan toothily, I take it y'ent importing anything? If not, just weapons and comms in the cart and they'll be put in a locker next to the ship." the customs man speaking with the traditional air of a bureaucrat who knew he had power. "Customs regulations state no arms or unauthorized comms to be taken into secure areas." the scanner beeped as it scanned each person leaving the ship. The ships internal scanners would scan the ship too.

One of Tssk's men from the entourage waiting gave an apologetic gesture "Sssssorry Misssster Sssstark. Procssssedures. The War Chief, awaitssss"

Alyn_Stark

Date: Tuesday, 26 Feb 2013, 7:12 PM | Message # 9

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An impressive pile of weapons would make it into the locker, largely Stark's weapons, along with a pair of force pikes from the solitary escort who was going with him. Of course, the other two escorts were remaining with the vessel itself and as such, did not deign to hand over their weapons. When the Infinite Thought was scanned, the scan, as it were, would go 'skin deep' so to speak in certain spots, while the hold itself was a blank zone, covered within by scan-deflectant material. Stark's most personal of vessels was, after all, a one-of-a-kind ship.

While waiting for the scans to be finished and for them to be cleared, Stark addressed Tssk's man. "It is no problem, of course. I'm sure the War Chief has security in place for a reason."

Tssk

Date: Tuesday, 26 Feb 2013, 7:17 PM | Message # 10

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"Are your companionsssss to come along?" spoke Tssk's steward to Stark before they left.

Stark would be politely escorted along a travelator to the Core ship where the residence of Tssk was, after assuring all their weapons etc were denuded. On arrival he would be shown into the room where the walls were lined with a horseshoe of tables, with Tssk at the far end of the horseshoe as you approached its open end through the door. In total circa 60 Trandoshans were sat around, weapons carelessly lying on the table.

"Greetingss, Alyn Sstark." spoke Tssk as he reclined in his chair picking his teeth with a wookiee bone, a Disruptor rifle leaned across his lap. "Itss a shame we haven't met before, a lot of moneys can be had from our dealingss I hope?"

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Date: Tuesday, 26 Feb 2013, 9:13 PM | Message # 11

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"Only one. Mr. Morthol will be accompanying me to see the War Chief." Stark said as they followed to where Tssk and his Trandoshans sat about. As Stark approached, he inclined his head in respectful greeting. "Good day to you, War Chief. It is a shame we haven't met, and by all means, one can hope we can all make a profit. Of course, these things are much easier to deal with if you and I do away with all the formalities; normally, I would stand on such things, but this is business and we are both grown... well, grown sentients.

"So what is it you need, Tssk? Weapons? Combat suits? Ships, perhaps? I can't do space-born drones. The Defense Committee wouldn't sign off on their sale. However, I can offer you aerial and land-based drones if you prefer."

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Date: Tuesday, 26 Feb 2013, 11:03 PM | Message # 12

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Tssk scratched a hand up the barrel of his disruptor rifle and let it lazily slide down into the direction of Alyn Stark, clicking a button on the rooms controls which jammed outgoing communications. "What I need, is a very expensive being with a lot of money." there were hisses of amusement from the numerous warriors with a variety of lethal and non lethal weapons trained on Alyn Stark. As they stood, a lance of disruptor light came from each of the guards by the door to vaporize the man standing next to stark as he stood unexpecting in a seemingly friendly meeting.

"Alyn Ssstark. You are my hostage. As per the Trandoshan honour code you will be held in livable conditions until such a time as your ransom is paid. The charge against you is espionage, you have been found guilty. You have no right to contact or visitors. All communications you seek to make will be relayed from here."

Outside of the ship, the Yacht would find a sudden tractor beam locked onto it and Ion Cannon fire raining down from the nearby CR-90 Corvette, as simultaniously a nearby ship turned its Heavy Ion cannons on the yacht. As this assault began the transmission came across the communicator to the Yacht "This is Trandoshan law enforcement, power down immediately or you will be destroyed."

Within the Lucrehulk, the blast doors slid closed abruptly and a trio of Trandosan dropships in tank-mode wheeled toward the YV-666, dashing it all over with a blue rain from each of their dual ion cannons until their sensors detected all systems onboard were offline. Wheeling down from the ceiling came a twin turbolaser cannon which trained itself on the ship in the event they had problems.

All around, the Trandoshan defense force (seemingly as a drill, most unaware of stark being taken hostage) moved to full combat settings, fighters launching into the void to skim patrols etc.

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Date: Tuesday, 26 Feb 2013, 11:26 PM | Message # 13

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In the shadows in the background, shrouded by a robe and mask, stood Argus. A small smile escaping his lips, he had been assured a pretty cut of this days work.

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Victor_Mallix

Date: Tuesday, 26 Feb 2013, 11:28 PM | Message # 14

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Not Mallix himself, but one of his closely trusted Muun lieutenants watched on as the process happened. The Muun had not thought a mask needed but still had a dark robe over his face leaving it in shadow. Quietly and discretely, he mentally calculated Stark's chances of survival.

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Alyn_Stark

Date: Wednesday, 27 Feb 2013, 6:35 AM | Message # 15

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The Force was an ally in some regards, especially of Gadrid Morthol's. Before the lances could even strike, he'd thrown himself to the side... and vanished before the very eyes of the Trandoshans. Trained as a shadow assassin, he was not one to underestimate. Stark himself, as it were, was close enough to Tssk that certain things might occur and certain things might not. His initial reaction, of course, was to drop his hand to his belt where a certain item he'd not turned over, for he'd been checked for weapons and communications devices only, still resided, or perhaps underneath his belt would be a better explanation. And as such, he lunged at Tssk, hitting the activation stud even as he moved forwards with all the fluidity he'd ever known.

The Beautiful Mind, having never actually parked next to the CR90, largely due to paranoia of the ship's pilot in regards to Trandoshans, was likely still at the very edge of the tractor beam's influence with shield still up. However, once it did strike, the CR90 would find itself being attacked from its blind spot. Having been circling about the area, the Final Breath dropped four proton torpedoes into the direct rear of the CR90 before opening up to rake it with twin blaster cannon and an ion cannon.

It would still take time to launch the Trandoshan fighters, even as the Night Arrow, the second craft there and currently piloted by one of the Castle Stark guardsmen, swept the unshielded bridge of the CR90 with both four proton torpedoes and quad laser cannon fire while the yacht itself, still shrugging off blows, popped its concealed weapons and fired back with two laser cannons and a quad laser cannon, while the other pair of laser cannons fired back at the second ship.

The Infinite Thought, powered down as it was, was unlikely to give any resistance in any form, though Stark's people were still inside.