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Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Koren sat in the central chair aboard the bridge. A station he rarely used, as he was often either in his study or on the move somewhere doing other important business. The fact he was in this chair, was a sign in itself. The door hissed open, he didn't even bother to turn to see who it was. Only certain people were allowed to enter this room, so he wasn't surprised when he heard her voice. "Father, why did I get a communication between you and a slaver." She virtually spat the word, and for good reason. He never understood peoples fascination with slaves, when droids could do the jobs better and with less risk. Sure some people liked having slaves for things that droids couldn't do, without some seriously messed up modifications, however when you lived in Hutt Space there was always someone working for credits.

Loretta, who had more of a moral compass than he did was even more anti-slavery than he was. "Honey, you know. Business is business, I don't like them anymore than you do."

"You literally have an army of droids at your disposal, why do you need slaves?" Koren stood and turned to face her.

"Who said I was buying slaves? Who said I was selling? Sometimes a slaver has something I need, that's all. I can't get that without contacting them, it's a necessary evil."

She crosser her arms across her chest. "Okay then, what is it you need from them?" If a T-Series droid could roll it's eyes, Koren knew that Thinker would have done so. After all Thinker was cold, calculating, and didn't do any of this emotional stuff.

"Loretta. How did I hire Tara?"

"You bought and free'd her."

"How about Rea?"

"You bought her, and then free'd her." Koren raised his hands as he leaned back, to indicate she was just proving his point.

"I understand I can't buy and free every slave under the sun, but when I hear about a particular case... Say of an entire clan being captured and forced into slavery. Well. I have to step in, after all I'm a power hungry megolaniac I'm not evil." She leaned in and hugged him.

"Oh, I'm sorry for misjudging you Dad."

"It's okay sweetheart, I understand. Now, go send a message to our good slaver friend and tell him I request a rendevous to purchase all his recently acquired stock." It was an investment, as much as it was with the Jedi. Though he knew it would pay out in the end. His investments always did.

As she turned and left, a slight spring in her step he noticed Thinker looking at him. "I know logically you'd rather I used alternate methods, however slaves take effort to control and I was never fond of the concept. As for using them instead of droids, I need to keep up appearances here. If a number of droids go missing from this ship, if people see me moving them theres going to be questions asked. Questions I'm not ready to answer. We're still two early, we've been working on this for years and it's still not near completion."

"If you had allowed me to do so with droids years ago-"

"If I had allowed you to do that, we wouldn't have the status we have now. Nor the recognition. We've been over this. Mine is the course of action we're taking."

Star Wars - Liberation

Greeeeat.

Star Wars - Liberation

@Lady Selune No, Clones will have already begun to get phased out as Clones go into training roles. The Stormtrooper Corps will have existed for a short period of time by now.

On a note to anyone interested to chat:

Discord Link

Star Wars - Liberation

@Heat You're so committed to me. My girlfriend would be jealous.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

@LordLinguinie I realized that you're probably waiting on me! My bad, I'll get a post up for you tomorrow.

Star Wars - Liberation

S T A R W A R S

L I B E R A T I O N

Armania, a resource rich planet in the outer rim. Armania was settled hundreds of years ago by humans from the Core Worlds who wanted to have a new life. For a period of time there was peace, however eventually families divided into different clans across the plains. The most prominent clan being the Alaxians, whose ruling family felt that they were the rightful rulers of the planet. Living in the capital city of Relti, they built up a strong Empire and were the capitals of industry and culture.

This city was built from the last of the great ships that the Armanian people travelled to Armania in. Technology reached a stalemate, droids became obselete and rare for only the richest families, blasters and shields ended up being hundreds of years behind the galactic curve. It was in the year 2232 that life began to change for the Armanians.

Space Travel had returned to their life, with satellites and vessels in orbit. The Armanian people were even toying with the idea of mining from their asteroid belt when an old hyperspace transmitter became active at the presence of a ship in system. Upon making contact it became clear that this was a mighty warship for a 'Confederacy of Independent Systems'. It wasn't long before the CIS moved in and set up an occupation on the previously unknown world, subjugating the people to horrors previously unknown to them, as battle droids roamed the streets enforcing law and slavery being commonplace trying to get the rich resources out of the planet.

Within a year of the occupation the Battledroids deactivated for approximately twenty four hours, there was mass rioting and revolt until the droids became active once more and took control of the planet again. Though the seeds of unity had been sowed between the clans, so when another Faction showed up called the Galactic Empire who then destroyed the CIS forces and promised to help bring Armania into the modern galaxy they were welcomed by the new Armanian Council of Elders, a council made up of the leading family member of each clan.

There was peace... for a time....

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Any questions? We're playing approximately two years into the formation of the Galactic Empire. In this Roleplay, the Empire has occupied Armania and set up a regional occupation of the planet. More recently things have been stirring, with the Mining Guild building an outpost in system and moving in more equipment. Law Breakers are disappearing from traditional jails, with rumours that they're being forced into slavery. Things are changing.

Any questions, let me know. Its pretty simple hook, slightly behind the times planet. Empire has come in and bringing it up to modern age and being all nice and peaceful about things, for now. Players will be a group of slaves, prisoners imprisoned for a variety of reasons given to the Mining Guild to work. You're not really sure where you are, all you know is that you don't want to be here.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

@Letter Bee It's cool I got to him on Discord.

He's an old friendo.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Ques - Forest Clearing.

Ken would sight the reptilian creature of an unknown species pointing his gun at Terrence, Corrin, and Rika, and immediately move to interpose himself between him and them. With his Shield Belt activated and dual vibroblades drawn, he can withstand at least one shot before being able to cut Tesar. And due to being a mistrustful ball of anger, he would have done that if not for the presence of the kids. So instead, he asked grimly:

“Who are you? What is your purpose here? Why are you threatening these children?”

“This one is merely securing an objective. These hatchlingz were spying, and are carrying armz. They are combatants.” Tesars attention had shifted to the new human who had moved in between him and the children, as he flicked his tongue he could practically taste the anger and the mistrust in the air. “I recommend you lower your weaponz.”

By now the rest of his squad would have caught up, likely setting up positions in the trees, he himself removed one hand from his blaster. He only really needed one to fire his weapon, in the other he extended his claws.

Ken had split-seconds to make a decision; normally, he would have said ‘Kriff it; I’ll take as many down with me’, but his team was at stake. They didn’t deserve to die before they had been properly trained. So he would lower his vibroblades and turn off his shield belt and jetpack and then tell his team:

“Terrence, Corrin, Rika, lower your weapons.” Then, turning to Tesar once more, Ken would say:

“Slavers don’t normally care about the distinction between combatant and noncombatant; neither do the harder sort of merc. So all right, we surrender.” A caveat. “But be warned; we are free and forever free - we’d rather die than be taken again.”

Tesar tilted his head. “If you are surrendering, this one believez that you are not free. So are you surrendering or not?” Tesar really did not get the distinction, they were going to be taken as they had surrendered. However this young one, apparently the leader, had said they would rather die and that they would be free.

Ken blinked. “We surrender; but we will not be taken to slavery, nor sold to those who would do that to us. We expect to be freed after negotiations, or at worst banished from the spot you claimed. Do you get that distinction?” He said with barely disguised fury.

There were few things in the Galaxy that were as foolish as messing with a Barabel, Tesar flashed his teeth at the boy. “This one would never do such a thing, this one also doesn’t appreciate you talking like you believe this one iz an idiot.” Tesar tapped his commlink. “Boss. This iz Tesar, I have several prisonerz at my position.”

Ken would give a ‘hmph’, then throw down his weapons at the ground. Terrence, Corrin, and Rika would do so as well.

The young man would then say: “So, you’re mercenaries. Ones with some honor I take it. Guess it’s a coincidence we met here.” He then stretched out his hands to be cuffed. “My name is Ken Neumann; I’m running a sanctuary for runaways.” Partial truth.

Elias’s voice buzzed over the commlink. ”Understood, Alpha team. I’m sending an escort to bring them back to the Ark, over.” And the sound of rustling grass further inside the clearing confirmed the same.

Ken yawned. “Anyway...if I’m going to be your hostage and all, can I at least contact my fellow refugees so that they don’t mount a rescue effort? Also, holding out my hand for cuffing is getting boring. Do you even have restraints?”

Tesar sissed, barely containing the laugh. “This one still findz the humans sense of humour truly entertaining. You will not be making a call and any rescue attempt iz worthless.” He sissed, the rest of his squad had closed in by now and several of them were already climbing up to the still trapped youngling. As another team approached they moved in and cuffed the others, while Tesar moved over to Ken.

“You are lucky This one is with this group. On Barab we kill or maim those we hunt, now I merely capture.” He reached down to his utility belt, pulling out a zip tie. Upon tying it around the humans wrists he pulled it tight locking them in place. It’d be impossible to get out of now unless someone were to cut it.

A moment to snark. “Wow, you really are cheap not to be able to afford decent cuffs. Anyway, will wait for your leader’s people to arrive, then.” A nod. “Happy to entertain you, though.”

The escort of two men, the Sergeant and the Command team’s long-range commlink operator, a young fresh-faced Corporal, now took over. The net buzzed again with Elias’s voice. ”Bring them to me.”

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

@EliteCommander She goo'.

I mean you're basically running her as a PC at this point so you may as well throw her over.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Ques, the Deal Site (23.311° N, 57.437° E)
0820 hours, 16:6, 4 ABY

Tesar sat beside his team mates, one of the few in the small craft that didn't wear a rain jacket. He didn't need it, his scales protected him from from the downpour. He was used to sudden downpours, having been raised on Barab I. Where literally every night downpours verged on the insane. As soon as the doors dropped down Tesar was out of his seat and on the ground before anyone else, the weight of his body digging into the soft mud slightly. He looked around, his eyes more accustomed to the gloomy outlook of the planet than those of anyone else in the team. His ears more honed, more precise than his companions.

Shortly he was joined by the rest of his squad: Rane was an old Duros and the team leader, Rell was a Mon Calamari with a tendency to blow things up and the latest addition to their team was Corran. A human who Tesar didn't like yet, he didn't like his smell. There was just something about it he didn't like, Tesar never liked change. He was finding it hard enough with these new rules and regulations that were apparently the result of them blowing up the second Death Star. He didn't understand it, and he didn't like it. As the ships engines cut the sound of the rain intensified as if it felt like now was it's time to shine without the competition from the sounds of the engines.

Thats when Rane spoke up - "Okay team, we're covering the Northern Quadrant. Push out, line formation spacing of at least twenty metres. Stay within visual contact with one another as much as possible-" Tesar heard something in the distance, his hunter reflexes instantly kicking in and his back straightened as he tried to hone in on it. As soon as this happened Rane stopped talking, he had worked with the Barabel long enough to understand that.

"This one hearz something-" He paused to sniff at the air. "-and smellz something living." He turned and pointed in the direction to which he had heard the sounds. "That way."

Rane cocked his rifle, as did the rest of his team before tapping on his commlink. "Boss, this is Rane-" Obviously with their 'cover' in place the use of ranks was out of the question. "-Tesars got movement along the Northern Perimetre. My teams moving to check it out."

Barely before he finished speaking Tesar ran off, his back crouched as to remain a low profile. Pushing through the mud, his feet sinking in and the mud splashing as his feet pushed through the mud. The mud fought to keep his feet, though his strength and training prevented from him staying anywhere for too long. He rushed into the trees, his mind on the singular focus of finding his prey. Not caring for the squad that he had foolishly left behind, nor the disciplinary action that he would probably have to face for leaving his squad like that when they got back to base.

He looked up into the trees and saw three humans there, he would guess from their size and smell that they were adolescents. He snapped his jaws as he looked up to them, raising his blaster he shouted over the din of the rain. "This one recommendz you lay down your weaponz."