"I want you to do exactly what you're doing now, simply changing your targets." Daltar continues to negotiate, while signalling Chil'van to get ready. "I'll pay you to target the convoys of the Rebellion. The Rebellion, and certain...irritating Imperials. With the money I'll be paying you, and the target info I'll give you, I suspect that our partnership will be a profitable one." Daltar steps forward. "Oh, there's one other thing I want." He draws his blaster, drawing the eyes of every pirate in the room. "I want you, Twi'lek whore. I want you chained to the foot of my throne, and in my bed at night. Surrender now, or my ship will kill everyone aboard this frigate." With the pirates focused on him and his apparent suicide mission, he leaves it to Chil'van to do her deadly work.
“I see. Wouldn’t hurt to meet with them in person for a bit anyway. Set it up and I’ll talk to then myself.”
Darious gets up quickly and draws his Beskar Blade. "Finally You show Your ugly Face." He attacks Thardostan with precise and Fast swings to immobolize him quickly.
Sarah raises an eyebrow, seeing where Panza's eyes were. "You plan to use me for your decoy then?" She asked straightforwardly. "I'm not opposed, so let's hear it then. What do you have planned?" She asked, thinking she may as well have some fun out of it.
"Ay, Captain." Will nodded and left. The inspection of the of the ship went mostly without hitch. The only problem was the one blaster turret's was stuck in one position. Before it could be fixed, Sasha returned with supplies. She walked up to Katarina. "We have everything ready - where do you intend to fly, Captain?" She asked.
"Yes sir. I will set the meeting in the usual place. I will also try to check the command structure in the sector." The officer paused. "Should I have Captain's slave transferred to prison cell while you take over the Captain' quarters?"
As he drew the blaster tens of pirates aimed at him. The pirate Queen weighted the lightsaber in her hand, then laughed. "Interesting... but let me give a counter offer." She grinned. "I will take your ship as my new capital ship. And, if you ask nicely enough, I will keep you chained to my throne, as my personal toy. I will even allow you to clean my boots with your tongue." She grinned. "Am I not magnanimous?" Chil'van lightly shifted her position, waiting for Admiral's signal.
Katarina show Sasha their two options. "Do you have any conection or information about these rebels? I don't want get shout down because someone didn't see difference betheen former Empire pilot than actually Empire."
The advisor bowed. "Of course, my liege. Should we demand a meeting with one of Royals, or would a simple messenger suffice my lady?" the man asked. "Also, where should we set the meeting?"
"You wouldn't dare harm me. I'm an Imperial admiral, and a baron!" Daltar acts as haughty and stupid as possible, while giving Chil'van a thumbs up behind his back, signalling her to wreak havoc.
The Trandoshan is a skilled fighter, easily keeping up with the Mandalorian. It wasn't surprising, as Trandoshans are known to be great hunters and warriors. Their raids on Kashyyyk to fight the mighty Wookies are stuff of legends. The two exchanged hits, Hunter's stick rifle hit the Beskar blade. The Mando had the advantage in skill but had to be careful, as regeneration and strength of Hunter could easily end him. He needed to end the fight fast, but be careful about it.
The man nodded. "How about we leave you in crashed capsule, in skimpy dress for a pickup by slavers or pirates? They would surely take you to their base... and we could assault it then!" The man said with satisfaction as he presented his idea.
Darious changes to a more defensive Style, cutting The Trandoshan with his Sword as He counters over and over again. As The Reptile grows more frustrated and launches at him he shoves his Fist into The Trandoshans Mouth and activates his Flamethrower. "Burn You Ugly Abomination!!"
'Good,' the commander nodded to his subordinate. He thought for a moment, 'No, the brig is for real criminals and traitors, not the former captain's pets. As regrettable as our casualties were, we should have some free normal quarters, we can confine her in one of those. I will have to go and speak with her about it eventually.' He scratched his chin, 'Actually... I should probably check the Captain's quarters immediately, for all I know he had the girl chained to his bed or something. I would not put that past the old man.' Orson looked to his newly-promoted XO for a moment, 'Hold station and scan for any ships entering our vicinity for now. Nominally, we are still on customs duty for another month before coming back for supplies.' 'I will be in the Captain's quarters for a bit to check on our "guest". Inform me once the smuggler has shown herself and any news on the chain of command,' Orson told his comms officer. Leaving his subordinates to hold station for now, Orson went to the Captain's quarters to see what the situation was.
Sasha opened her mouth to say something, but closed it with a frown. She thought about something hard, but then shook her head. "I don't know... Captain." She said hesitating. "I am not sure if it could safe for you and the crew." She said with a frown, as she admitted with distaste. It was still hard for a former rebel to work with a former imperial. It was easy to tell that she wanted to go back into action.
Katarina nod to her in understand. " I know it was hard for you to join the crew, because of our... Past. But if you know any password or code what can let us pass to rebels it will be better if you share it." She stand before Sasha. "I don't hide it, that we want get paid for our job. But think about your former comrades, that medice can save many of them, but it didn't reach them if they shout us down first."
Several things happened at the same time. The Pirate Queen opened her mouth to say something. Daltar fell on the floor, as his henchwoman swiped her leg from under him. He grunted as he hit the floor, the actions stunning him for a moment. Baron heard discharged blasters and screams as he slowly got back to himself. By the time he regained his senses, it looked as if a tornado swept through the bridge. Numerous bodies lied dead. He turned to see Chil'van cutting last of pirates, her hand outstretched. As he followed her hand, he noticed Aigir'ritar. Her blasters gone lost somewhere. She was hanging in the air, her legs moving frantically, her hands holding her throat as choking noises escaped her throat. "Admiral." The Chiss said calmly. The bridge is yours.
"Really now? And where are we supposed to get the capsule? And how are we going to hide a tracker, I'm sure they'd strip me once they get the chance." Sarah sighed, unable to believe how perverted Panza's ideas have become.
Heh, this is like being back in the Clone Wars... Daltar picks himself up from the ground. "Well done, Chil'van. Ensure that her majesty doesn't suffocate to death, but keep her up there for a moment." The admiral heads to the ship's controls, closing blast doors and trapping the crew in various rooms, cut off from each other. He then orders the fighters and stormtroopers to disable the pirate ships with ion cannons, and begin boarding respectively. Turning to face Aigir'ritar, Daltar stands formally, arms behind his back, nothing like the idiotic old pervert he seemed to be before. "In a moment, your majesty, Chil'van here is going to lower you to the ground. I want you to tell your men, both on this ship, and on the corvette, to surrender. They have no chance of survival otherwise. If you're planning one last reckless act of defiance, I'd recommend against it. Chil'van is a dark Jedi, and capable of causing pain in ways that neither of us can fully comprehend." He opens up a communication channel for Aigir'ritar, and gestures to Chil'van to let the woman down.
Even as the creature, burned, the stubborn hunter was not done. Hunter threw it's weapon with rage. As he was close, the Mandalorian was not fast enough to dodge, the pike - he was thrown several meters back, the hit leaving a dent in his chest armour. He was pretty sure he had at least two broken ribs. The Hunter, burning, fell from the roof. Rook landed next to him, her blaster firing few times. "My lord - the roof is ours! Stantor's unit has managed to take the front of the villa!"
