RPlog:Hutt Palace Raid

The Smuggler's Moon is little more than a colossal heap of bodies and shattered buildings. The Hutt sector is easily the most destroyed of any level on the planet. The streets are empty, not even the cries of the dying are heard. As the last remnants of the Hutt's supporter ready themselves inside the palace for their last stand Thanos and his company of rag tag usurpers stand at the front gate. Many of those that supported Thanos from the beginning are not present, having taken their last breaths elsewhere on the moon. The only ones left are the survivors, and there would be fewer still after the raid on the palace was complete. Thanos stands meters from the palace door. Glancing down at a battered pocket chronometer he scans the faces of those ready for the final assault. The last stand was only moments away and Thanos' pulse quickens.

Dareus walks along, once again back in the same armor he's worn each time he's been in this giant mess on the smugglers' moon; still not really cleaned, it really does look like he waded through a slaughterhouse, to some degree. He looks almost a little preoccupied with a cross between pleasant anticipation and bloodlust; moving his bi-polar from it's resting dangle from the sling around his shoulder, to holding the weapon one handed but still ready. He cracks his knuckles and rotates his neck enough to each side,allowing a few vertebrae to audibly pop, slowing his pace while walking up to Thanos, a grin forming on his face, "Nice and quiet....sounds like death." He sniffs the air for a brief moment before he scratches his cheek and glances around, "And smells like your victory..."

Sarray stands amid the rubble and bodies, blaster in one hand and his vibrorapier held in the other. His armored is smeared with a combination of blood and blaster scoring. He regards the Usurper through the visor of his helmet. But keeps a wary eye around them, a few of the more shrewd minded retainers had played dead and he was not to certain that others wouldn't try the ploy once indoors.

Having managed to last to this point, Juran looks as he usually does, old and worn for wear. His older face showing the lines of the recent battle stress. His armour is dirty, and cracked in more than one area from close up combat. His armour has been adapted, somewhat, with straps and pouches closer to his upper torso for ammo for his prized ZCF and his E-11 which now dangles from his body also, as well as the Kylan-3 Blaster-Pistol which remains holstered at his side. His back also has an apparent bulge to it, but it just seems to be an addition to his armour. "I like it quiet, mate.. I like it quiet.. 'at way I can hear em' move.." He mumbles to Dareus, as he carefully slides the cylinder of grenades into his ZCF.

Tyler wonders through the debris field with his weapon in his left hand and not activated. A cigarette, unlit, hangs from his mouth as he sorts through some of the more fresh rubble and finds a bottle of whiskey, which he politely lifts up and examines, "Sith spit." He mutters cursing his own kind when he discovers the contents are more blood and water than booze, he pitches the bottle into the street and allows it to shatter into a few thousand pieces. He keeps his pace behind Thanos and his group, happy to observe rather than jump into battle, let the others run ahead and see what Hutt traps they can trip while the rest sit back and wait. No doubt snipers were all over the ruins further up, the Sith concentrates and spreads out his awareness, certainly not in the mood to be shot tonight.

Standing quite a distance from the door himself... well, more squating behind blood stained rubble... Lon Cotar rests with rifle propped up and towards the palace. The look on his face is less than enthusiastic, the gleam in his eyes either a remnant of the concussion he recieved in a swoop battle, or the wariness that impending battle brings. His reasons for being here are not quite the same as the others. He has no personal vendetta or monetary claim or even a thirst for blood. But this former soldier does have one.. very important reason to aide this battle. The sooner it's over, the sooner he can go home. "Let's just get this party started all ready.." his words mostly whispered to himself than anyone else, as hands leave his rifle to tie back his hair into a tight pony tail.

Late to the party, slightly, but no less impressive for it, Kaitlin has brought out a full six-man squad of her enforcers from The Side Deck to the final assault, two of the large, black-armored men flanking her with the rest behind. It'd be easy for most to get towered over by the men and their heavy rifles, but Kaitlin is just as tall as any of them, dressed in her usual nondescript spacer's garb. However, she's now sporting a scar down the right side of her face, a souvenir from the fight with the swoop gangs earlier. She looks like she's here for business, only speaking as she reaches Thanos. She takes a cloth-wrapped bundle from under her arm, tossing it to the prospective crimelord. "For you. A gift, from me to Nar Shaddaa's soon-to-be master. I believe it will make you an excellent entrance when we finally run the Hutt to ground tonight." She sees no reason to be anything but confident, at this point. Pessimists get killed.

The aspiring new leader of Nar Shaddaa raises his chin in Tyler's direction and takes another look at those gathered here. Some of them were young, some realitively old but they all had one thing in common. They'd surivived this long. A cruel grin stretches across the Half Theelin's face as he hoists his Bi-Polar off his shoulder. Turning back towards the entryway and scanning the palaces roof tops Thanos clicks his blaster off of stun mode. "Time to take my rightful place as ruler." He says to himself. "Alright everyone this is the final stand! Someone move up and disable this door! I suggest you do it standing slightly to the side!" Thanos turns to look over his army and as the gift is dropped before him he opens the bloody package. A terrible laugh escapes his lips and he scoops up a bloody wookiee head in his bare hands. "Looks like you'll be an eye witness to the removal of your weak hutt master. Too bad you don't have a body to do anything about it." Throwing the head full force at the door it slams into the durasteel with a nasty thump and a damp thud on the ground before it...

Taking a glance around the group, he flicks a switch on his carbine, sending power from the cells into the weapon itself and eyeing the remaining shots, giving it a quick shrug, before Dareus smirks at Juran, "There's a time for subtle Captain..." He looks around what used to be a busy Hutt Sector of the moon and chuckles, "This sure as hell isn't it." Patting his carbine again, he yawns a little,looking around, just then Thanos moves towards the door, and Dareus shrugs, lifting his carbine to eye leve, standing, actually not very far off from directly in front of the door, not looking like he really cares about that part, or it's just stupid bravery,"Here we go again." He drops down to one knee in a combat stance, keeping his head out of the likely first shots that'll come out the door, watching quietly with a laugh of his own with while the wookiee-door knockers do their job.

Sarray crouches slightly and moves to a flanking position, he has never been one for chatter during battle and he has seen his share. Though this one has been brutal on many levels. Yet he has matched that brutality at every step and dispite his distaste for the manner of his recruitment. He has not faultered at any point.

Juran's head lifts up from its cover a small amount, before he slides back down into his cover, taking out a spice stick which he had swiped earlier and placing it in his lips. He reaches into his toolbelt and flicks out a lighter, sparking it up and taking a drag of the spice-stick before he then closes the lighter over and puts it back into his belt. He sits there, patiently waiting as he takes a few drags of his spice-stick, letting the smoke pour from his nostrils. "Rioght.. 'ere we go then, eh, lads?" He reaches down and checks his armour, then reaches behind himself and taps his back. "Ye'll be useful yet."

The Sith slips up behind Thanos, lighting his smoke and looking at the door carefully, "Looks pretty thick and nasty, and I bet they already know we're here and wanting in." He smirks leaning up against a large piece of a broken down perimeter defense turret, letting the smoke roll from his mouth as he takes a glance down at a crono on his wrist. Still fairly early if they were fast they could finish this battle up in time to have a good celebration, if there was any booze left on the moon that is. His thumb drifts down over his weapon and he ignites it with the familiar *SNAP-HISS* as a white blade erupts from its emitter package and he holds it up in a defensive position, "I wonder how many more Wookiees he has in there," whispering and shuddering at the thought of another enforcer the size of the one they had to dispatch in the Melt Down cafe.

As action apparently begins to take place, Lon raises his rifle to his shoulder, eye sighting down the scope of his rifle as he begins to scan for targets. His lips move for a brief moment, silent words for him... a blessing, a curse. But as his breathing steadies, his face changes, and what was an irked expression has transformed to a determined countenance. Steadied, Lon swivels his rifle, scanning, passing from left to right, then up, and back across, before settling over the door again. He waits, knowing, watching for that first bit of flesh and weapon to be exposed from the palace that will provide his target. His hand at the fore-grip shifts quickly to the scope, an adjustment being made, before returned back to it's stabilizing point.

Raven's heart beats faster and she with drawls back into the shadows of the palace. Was this really worth it? Raven's only answer is a sigh as she watches the assembly outside preparing to tear her apart. Her grasp upon the pistol is so tight that her hand begins to ache, not accustomed to such an object.

Kaitlin saunters her way up to the door, waving all but one of her men to hang back, the sixth tagging along with her to the front door. There are a number of ways to do this, but Kaitlin choses to deal with the actual locking mechanism in the center of the door, hunting through the equipment hanging from her belt for something specifi-- ah. She draws a squat cylinder from one of her pockets. the device looks not unlike a shaped charge or a mine, but the similarity to explosives is only visual. The tool clicks against the door quietly, latching to the surface, and Kaitlin spends several seconds working the controls, before giving the center button a smack, and there's a loud, tooth-rattling hum as the door picks up a harmonic, and several loud clanks as the locks finally come loose.

Axel comes in from the east, making his way through the group of assault troops. Slung across his back is a large stun-grade riot gun and in his arms an A280 blaster rifle. He was full ready for combat, and if another wookiee steps out, he was prepared. The HM-100 Riot gun was simple to pull from it's sling into a firing position, and it's power output is more than sufficient to take down even the largest foe. Axel approaches Darth Malign, walking up slowly behind him. "I apologize for being late, my lord." A lit cigarette hangs from his lips and smoke trails out as he speaks. "There was a runner that I had to deal with. A Nestt class freighter with a few twi'leks onboard never made it close to hyperspace before being vaporized." The mercenary smiles broadly. "I am at your service."

As the Sith lights up his saber Thanos is all the more sure his victory over Nar Shaddaa is imminent. As the rest of the small army arrives Thanos greets them with a gruff greeting and watches as Kaitlin works her magic against the door. Security was something Thanos never learned much about. He would have to remember Kaitlin's skill which could be a benefit or liability in the future. Hearing that running ship was dusted causes Thanos to smile. There was little opposing him now. As the insturment finally unlocks the entryway Thanos prepares for battle. All remains quiet... Taking a few steps towards the door the Half Theelin slams the open button on the side of the entryway. The door zips up with more speed than the Theelin thought possible!

!!!BOOOOOOOOOM!!!

A gigantic explosion is set off completely obscuring the area with thick black smoke. Everyone within 50 meters of the door is encased in some form of canonized smoke, shot out of some defensive weapon Thanos hadn't predicted. Covering his nose and mouth with his shirt the soon to be ruler of Nar Shaddaa unleashes a barage of fire into the cloud... The battle has begun.

As he hears the locks clicking, his fingers tighten around the grip of the bi-polar, and on the barrel as well,taking a few breaths as one finger settles on the trigger; and looking as though his eyes stopped blinking, waiting for the inevitable opening and blaster fire coming. Everything else in Dareus' view or hearing range seems to die down to where he either can't hear it, or just ignores it. While the door opens his finger nearly depresses the trigger but the explosion, and the cloud following it causes him to shield his eyes for a few moments and coughing, muttering a few swears and something about a cheap shot, before he shakes it off and fires into the doorway, as he moves up to a crouch and starts to head forward towards it.

Thankfully Juran is still wearing his helmet, which manages to dull most of the noise of the explosion as he ducks and covers. His head raises up as he stares into the smoke, eyes narrowing as the sensors and scanners within the helm try to identify a valid target for the Pirate to shoot at. Waiting patiently for a few moments, then the pirate leans up, firing off a single grenade with his ZCF into the grounds of the palace before he ducks down to cover once again. "Can't see anythin'."

Sarray grins behind his helmet and moves forward, using short controlled bursts to clear the area and yet keep his allies safe. the carbine is steadied by the strap over his shouldner and he clicks through a few vision enhancment options of his armor. Settling on a heat display. The Vibrorapier his held low and at the ready for any sudden infighting.

Not that hanging back did any good right now! Lon's vision of the entry way is completely as obscured as everyone elses, though, being further back at least saved him from the dirty fate and sure to come acne that the others will recieve. Hah! Recovering from the initial shock of the fact that the entry way was turned into a black hole and the rather deafening blast that came with it, the sniper resets his rifle in his hands, doubling his efforts, switching his optics through different arrays in hopes of getting some sort of visual.

Subconsciously Raven bites her lip, the pain from her hand radiates through out her body, sending pulsating messages to every receiver letting her know what a bad idea this was. Finally, as her lip begins to bleed, Raven snaps back into reality. The cool hard iron weighs down her hands, like her conscience on her soul. Nevertheless, Raven took another breath and let it go coolly. Since this is what it was going take to get her freedom, there was no price to great, nor fear so fearsome that she wouldn't face. She could hear the swarm of footsteps as the intruders forced their way into the palace. It was too late to turn back now. Raven's jet black eyes scanned the room, watching the others waiting, waiting there silently, counting down the last minutes of their life, and clutching their weapons with the same forced authority. Raven motioned for the others to take position. Blindly, as if she wasn't herself at all, takes position at the window. She heaves her 'borrowed' weapon up on the ledge, points it into the massive crowd of intruders, and pulls the trigger. "Not going to make this easy for you" She mutters under her breath.

Oh, it's not good when the door just springs open like that. Fortunately for Kaitlin, she's quick on her feet, and not alone when the door suddenly slides open. Her immediate reaction, even before the loud explosion, is to grab her armored employee by the back of his armor, and yanks him bodily to put him in-between any incoming fire and herself. It's the brutal truth that this is what the man is paid enormous sums for, and Kaitlin has approximately zero compulsions about getting her money's worth, using the man as a sheild while she moves to cover and draws her Kylan from concealment in her jacket.

As Tyler steps aside, Axel does as told and moves forward. He wasn't sure what laid in waiting, so holding the A280 in one hand, he uses the free one to pull a flash grenade from his belt. "By the gods, if I can't see, neither should they." He pulls the pin and slings the grenade into the shroud of darkness in front of him. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" Axel screams out to his allies with a laugh, though he is a bit late on calling it, as the flash grenade already made it's light thud and bright flare of light.

The thick greasy smoke burns Thanos' eyes making it impossible for him to open them. Luckily years in the dark streets and lower levels of Nar Shaddaa have trained his ears to that of the most seasoned young marine. Continuing his assault as Axel's grenade goes off he pushes his way through listening. His eyes streaming with tears he manages to catch a glimpse of the other side of the smoke. What he sees there does not please him. In the brief moment before he is forced to shut his eyes again he spots what on quick glance looks like a strong force of Gammorean Guards. All wearing goggles and wielding heavy blades. Having no choice but to push forward he make his way towards the pig faced defenders, standing before him and his victory. The Gams are stupid luckily and half rush into the cloud and are instantly blinded by the bright flash. Apparently the Hutt didn't care enough about them to offer any sort of tinting on their protective goggles. That was another Hutt mistake. Using guestimation Thanos aims his carbine into the squelling brutes and sprays red lazer death into ones mid section.

Fine timing, he had less than half a second to turn his eyes from the flash that still makes it's way through the cloud of smoke, but he manages to have his eyes in the other direction, taking cover behind another piece of rubble for a few moments before Dareus resurfaces behind it,firing several more shots,obviously aimlessly through the doorway as he continues his crouched move towards the entrance, almost carelessly. He gets a glimps of Thanos moving in and shakes his head, "You're no good dead!" He moves up quicker, seeing parts of his fire moving into a direction, Dareus switching his bi-polar over to full auto with a sadistic little grin, ploughing nearly half a blaster pack just on the other side of Thanos to cover anything that might be getting up close to him.

Sarray moves to the side of the doorway, the visuals picking out sqaut forms in the smoke. His visor polorized for the flash and he smiles behind the helmet thankful for the armor yet again. He begins to squeeze of shot after shoot into those he can see. "Several hostiles forward and fanning to the left and right." he clicks through the exsternal com system. "Some take the right flank, I have the left!"

Juran grunts as the fighting begins. He leans up to look over, his scanners in his helmet piercing through the majority of the smoke. "Oh bloody 'ell. Gammoreans. BLOODY GAMMOREANS!"" He shifts, then a sudden burst of smoke from his direction allows the viewer to see the old Pirate get airborne for a moment, using the jet-pack on his enhanced armour to allow him a quick leaping boost from one piece of cover to another. As he leaps, he fires a grenade shell down towards the Gammoreans.. And then the cry of, "Oh sithsp-" as the pirate crashes into his new cover, a pile of rubble and junk, mumbling as he slowly crawls up to get into a firing position again. "I 'ate this job.. I needa drink.."

A moment of hesitation hits Lon as he centers his scope on the woman firing down into the assaulters, his scope training a lock on her position. How delicately life short can be when found at the end of a sniper's aim... short and cruel. But that woman could be easily firing at him next and her story is of no knowledge to him. The quicker this is over... the quicker he goes home. Squeezing the trigger on his FarSight, Lon sends a bolt towards his target, trusting his instinct for the hit before he rises to move. With a leap he makes to jump the debris in front of him before pressing into the smoke, unable to do much else from his previous position.

Raven feels the vibrations under her feet, the floor below her was under attack. Wishing that she knew more about weapons to know what was really going on below her Raven cringes; but then, did she really want to know about the doom that was looming closer and exactly what awaited her below? Raven scans the room before returning her attention outside, hoping to at least reduce the numbers of those storming in unwelcomed. Raven closes one eye and takes aim again, squeezing the handle too tight, and pulling the trigger too hard. This was not her field, but she was quickly learning. There was no will stronger than that of one who wishes to survive. From below, a wookiee screams in pain as the blaster fire skids past his arm, grazing some flesh and scorching some fur; which causes many below to look up to see where the fire had come from. Raven squeals as her heart leaps into her mouth and ducks below the window pane gasping for air. She was hit! She looked over as Soolee leap out of the shadows and sloped some goo on her wound, stopping the blood flow. "Easy there." A darkness entered Ravens eyes as she returned to her post, though a bit more careful this time. The adrenaline is pumping and she doesn't notice the pain pulsating through out her body.

Kaitlin finds cover outside the door. Happy day for her employee, he managed to luck out and not play sheild when people were actually firing at his boss. Good for him. Kait's enforcers aren't ahving much problem with the smoke, since they at least have helmets to keep it out of their eyes as they fire into the Palace. Kaitlin herself, however, does not have that luxury, and she's not so good a shot that she stands much chance of hitting anyone inside. However... there are alternatives to blasting. The redheaded human reaches into her jacket, withdrawing the same cylindrical objects she'd used to such great effect in the swoop fight. A quick lean towards the door, and Kaitlin sends a cryoban grenade bouncing along the floor with a few seconds worth of fuse. Frozen ham on a stick, anyone?

With the threat of the pig-faced Gamorreans, Axel decides that the A280 was no longer his best option. Using the mag-lock sling, he attaches the rifle to his back and draws the HM-100 Riot Gun. It was not normally a fatal weapon, but it was almost guaranteed to subdue whatever it hit. Squinting his glowing blue eyes, he pushes forward, taking a position slightly behind and to the right of Thanos. After all, this was the man of the hour. Phobic pulses emit from the heavy weapon, as Axel squeezes the trigger repeatedly. His aim was mostly from the hip, but one lucky shot does connect with a Gammorrean blinded by the bright flash. Electrical shock surrounds the pig-faced alien and he immediately crashes to the ground. He wouldn't be out for long, but at least he was out of the fight for the moment.

As the stupid Gammoreans are brought swiftly to their ends and fall to the ground the smoke finally begins to clear a little. Several ragtag defenders still do their best to defend the entry way but are quickly brought to their final resting place. The rest are forced to move into the main chambers where Grubba the Hutt himself likely sits... Thanos scans the area carefully before shouting for everyone else to fall in behind him. "Last stop! The slugs throne room! Be ready for anything. And I do mean anything. There's enough space in there for a Rancor..." Moving up in the direction the last few stragglers have disppeared into a loud booming voice laughs. Thanos stops in his tracks.

He simply shakes his head and moves in quickly, laughing loudly, but not letting his eyes linger on the falling Juran, taking up position just inside the door, along with the duo that already ran in for some early glory. Dareus watches the cryoban go off, smiling while he watches his breath show just in front of him, pointing down while there was cover for him, and executing a pair of either frozen or unconscious guards with headshots, before turning back to firing up ahead of them, falling in right behind Thanos again, speaking into his comlink quickly, "No one survives but those who came in with us." His words are rather calm and cold, but still, they make sense. "And how about we stop talking about a Ran-..." Even Dareus stops short while he wonders what the hell is holding up Thanos, before he seems to do a double take himself,giving a half cocky look with a raised eyebrow.

Sarray strays off to the side, not wanting to make a cluster of target, his carbine held at the ready and when remarks are made about none living. He snaps a few shots into fallen forms. Vibroaxes are not to be underestimated. His soles make scruffing noises as he slides along towards the wall.

A helmet raises up. "Did somebody say Rancor?" Juran peers from side to side, then the helmet is lifted up a little bit as a large hipflask is raised up, and the pirate takes a deep long drink from it, then shoves the hipflask back down into his toolbelt. There's a loud crack noise as the Pirate leaps from that cover, jetpack flaring before he then lands with a loud 'krump' a small bit away from Dareus. "Tally ho. What what. If ahm' gonna die, I'm gonna give whatever kills me some bloody 'uge repair bill.."

Close quarters aren't the best place for a sniper rifle, or a sniper... but even as large of a palace as this one, there are bound to be long hallways and open spaces good enough for this marksman to be put to use. And Thanos just seems to have confirmed it. Barelling through the smoke towards the others who have made the succesful breach, Lon comes skidding to a halt, one hand tossed up to the side to catch a surely following young pilot. "Stars above," he whispers to himself, eyes centering on their fearless 'leader', "What are we stoppin' for?! Or do ya like to be trapped in bottle necks?"

This 'young pilot' is not so young. She was flying rebels safely from place to place at sixteen. Now something of thirteen years later she finds herself here. Siren frowns slightly, her hand gripping hard upon the small pistol in her hand. Hardly something to go into a firefight with. Pushing a stray strand of dark auburn hair from her face. "Lon..what.." she looks about, tight lipped now as she mutters, "glory be..why are we here!?" She looks at him and narrows her eyes, sighing. She knew the reason for their suicidal tendencies. He had to be...and she well..she wasn't about to let him die.

The bacta filled goo begins to reconstruct Raven's wound quickly, though the pretentious white top has begun to turn a deep crimson colour with another tear, progressing the deconstruction of the garment. The unnoticed pain still radiates throughout her body. As the footsteps approach the throne room Raven turns, still clutching her pistol. She holds her breath, not willing to give up her position yet again. The small force of various servants of Grabba takes their positions, bracing themselves for the unpreventable attack raging against them. "Now!" Shouts the one in charge, another servant though a higher-ranking favorite of Grabba, who iskeeping the rest of them here fighting for their freedom, if that's what you want to call it. Raven falls in place, kicks open the door and releases fire into the now gathered crowd in front of the throne room. Many of the servants scatter forth, using the rancor as a shield, whilst others fall back retreating inside various shadows of the throne room.

Kaitlin follows Thanos once things clear somewhat, with her men spread out among the others as they all advance. She ignores all the talk of rancors, instead taking an interest in what seems to be the telltale sound of Hutt laughter. She raises her voice to carry, tilting her chin up as she does so. The Hutt's bound to hear it. And Hutts tend to get sloppy when upset. Besides, it can't get much worse than it likely already is. "ozzon anar hutt Grabba meoso cotta auber zafar vendall anar varl farbe san dejar gana cro anar yerno mejo farbe dejar mejo cro yerno hoja hool cro vo ri yerno hool ri hoja boko treff oso mejo mejo zafar gana koks" She swears vehemently in Sluissi as a stark contrast to the Huttese, before falling back to Basic, once again grabbing her bodyguard and hauling him in front of her as a human sheild as the defenders open fire. This time, the man isn't so lucky, and perhaps a half-dozen blaster bolts slam into his armored chest. " Or... the slug could do it the hard way. Whatever. " (speaking in Huttese)

Axel pauses behind Thanos, hearing the booming laughter from up ahead. "Darth Malign said that I was to follow your lead." Axel tells the man. "I'm better in space than here, but I'm not useless on the ground. I don't get paid enough to take a blaster bolt for you, but whatever else you need, let me know." With that said, the merc reslings his riot gun, letting it magnetically attach to the backpiece of his enhanced armor next to the battle rifle. He looked ridiculous with two bulky weapons back there, but the servo-assisted exo-skeletonallowed him almost complete movement where other armors would not. Axel draws out a large, and archaic pistol. It wasn't the most accurate weapon, but what it lost in accuracy it more than made up for in damage. In his free hand, Axel pulls out a chrome orb. "If there is a Rancor, by god I am ready." He gives an uneasy grin and looks forward, awaiting the signal to advance.

Thanos stops dead in his tracks as he sees a gigantic array of well armed mercenaries surrounding the Hutt lord Grubba. The entire palace is filled with what appears to be seasoned mercenaries strapped to the teeth with riot gear. Not one moves as the hutt belts out a loud mirthful laugh. Thanos glances at the hardened fighters arrayed before him and attempts to quickly figure out the best way to reach and kill Grubba. But before he can act the hutt speaks...

Grubba the Hutt glances down at the newly arrived opposition and sets his eyes on Thanos. with a gesture twenty of the guards take a step forward making it impossible for anyone to approach without engaging his guards. But they do not attack. After an uncomfortable moment Grubba speaks. "yerno ra hotch hoja auber boko meoso molga meoso ma bau ba tar anar hotch zafar san yerno hotch tar oso tar vo oso koks tar tar cro mejo ma yerno bau ozzon tar gana dejar ozzon ba treff va ma auber dejar oso ra anar hutt molga cotta no ma hool esoog cro ra ba molga va ba ozzon meoso boko ri molga hoja ozzon hotch esoog dejar hutt ba tar ra tar oso meoso vo" The hutt looks towards Tyler and frowns his gaping maw in the man's direction. "ma auber va cro vendall varl cro hutt ri hoja yerno mejo vendall vo hutt hoja vo auber tar oso oso san farbe san ma" (speaking in Huttese)

"OK.....this'll be easy..." Dareus mutters, but it's obviously sarcastic. His eyes jet between everyone as he listens to the Hutt but he has no idea what he's saying so he just tightens the grip on his blaster for the time being. Taking a deep breath he just stands there for the moment, waiting for Thanos' first move, after all, it was his show and he was just here to back the guy up for now. He follows Grubba's eyes, looking over the whole assembled crew he came with as well, before leaning in to Thanos, speaking softly "So...should we just fry the giant slug and go for a drink...?"

Sarray lets his gaze travel the array mercs and lets his carbine drop to hang by his strap, he then sheaths his vibroblade. Looking to others for their choice of weapons and begins to unsling his ZCF. If and when the crap flew, area effect was going to be needed.

Lon's eyes go wide as the scene unfolds before him, his rifle not lowered, but... not exactly aimed propperly at the moment either. A visible swallow comes through his throat, listening to the talk ensuing. His eyes shift from the Hutt as he speaks, directly to Thanos, waiting for a response... apparently understanding quite well what is happening. "Wonder what sort of deal our host is asking for," Lon whispers towards Siren, eyes flickering between the two once more.

Her emerald gaze narrows, listening to the Hutt. "Of coures I didn't learn such a language..never thought I would be here." She sounds a bit bitter over that. Though her frame remains tense, as if waiting. Who wouldn't? Things were definitely going to get worse and she was hardly read for it. No armor and a meager pistol in her hand. Knuckles are white from holding it. She leans in to whisper something to Lon, her gaze turning to him in wonder before those two hues settle upon Tyler and Thanos. They had been safe, once upon a time.

Raven seeks deep within the throne room. The commotion from the hallway is like death on wings. Raven whistles a warning to the rotund gastropod with stubby arms, wide cavernous mouth and huge eyes. If she were to live through this, he had better not go back on his word. Raven clutched the firearm, not quite as hard as before, trying to relax her cramping fingers. The lighting of the palace throne room was in a spectrum of light, giving the intruders a false sense of stealth, yet those defending the room were stealthy hidden deep with in the shadows. Large Weequays, outlineing the walls, steadily raise their weapons as the intruders make their way into the throne room. They were there waiting for the hutt's command, yearning to have blood shed at their finger tips. Raven disappears behind a beam and peeks out slowly, listening to her master confront the unwelcomed guests and hoping that she will live to enjoy her freedom once granted after this night.

Having dropped what was left of her guard and taken the man's rifle for herself(it *was* hers, after all), Kaitlin Listens to the Hutt, scowlling from her spot behind Thanos. She leans forward slightly. "Hutts don't offer favorable deals no matter how vague when they have an upper hand. Grubba must be feeling desperate. This shall be interesting to hear," she murmurs quietly. She honestly, didn't care that much for or against Thanos' cause. Or hadn't, until Grubba's thugs had decided to drag her into it by shooting at her. At this point, it was about surviving to get whatever she could squeeze out of it for her trouble. Nothing more, nothing less. Thanos was simply the most likely party to land her a deal she was interested in when all was said and done.

The Sith steps into the room smoking a cigarette and glancing at all the guards with a rather malicious and hungry expression, "Watch your tongue Dareus, everything is laid out in a pattern that not even we can control, besides what fun would it be if it was easy." His hazel eyes flicker with a rather mischievous look. He moves to stand right beside Thanos, "The Sith go where they please Grubba, in all your long years you should know that by now." He spits out on the ground, "Deals, are deals and I will not interfere in a fair negotiation, but slander my kind again and he will not have to worry about you or your guards or even your relatives on the world this moon orbits The Sith will turn everything to ash." He hisses stepping back to give Thanos the room he needs to speak with the Hutt, lowering his weapon, but never deactivating it.

The Sith turns back toward Axel, unclipping something from his belt and pitching it back to the smuggler, a small, circular explosive for just in case, naturally a thermal detonator. He knew Axel already had one but imagine the punch of two over one.

"Dareus, hold your ground, no sense in letting the Hutt think he can boss, Thanos into any sort of deal while we're here. I hate to be pushed around." Tyler adjusts his posture and loosens up forcing his presence into the room and making himself aware of the Force, touching all the living beings in the room readying him in case of action. The Sith's presence chills the room as it stretches out over like cold tendrils and shadow to cover the throne room.

Axel moves into the throne room, staying behind Tyler. He clutches the handcannon in his right hand and his left still holds the chrome orb, though when he spots that Tyler was going to give him yet another thermal, Axel just smiles and reholsters his sidearm and barely catching the second detonator in his gunhand. "This should be so much fun." Axel exclaims, almost giddy. Sure, they were outnumbered, but the effects of a pair of thermal detonators could surely thin the enemy numbers (as well as those of his own team if he doesn't get a good throw in). "Just for good measure," Axel says, he goes ahead and removes the safety clips with his teeth, allowing the orbs to be activated with a simple push of the button on their side. He chuckles again as he maneuvers in an odd way in order to drop the clips into an ammo pouch to free up his mouth. "Man, I shoulda lit a smoke first."

Taking the Sith's cue Thanos smiles at the Hutt. "I don't see what you have to offer. Nothing I'm not already going to take Grubba. And Tyler goes where he wants, it's likely only because of your asscoaiation with me at the moment that you aren't struck dead you fat greedy worm. If you want to make a deal here's one for you. Take your mercenaries and your slimy thick tail and crawl onto your ship and leave Nar Shaddaa. Go live on Nal Hutta, it's a better future than what awaits you here on this planet." Thanos glances at those behind him and his pulse quickens again. "Nerf it. You're dead slug." And with that Thanos raises his Bi-Polar and sets to spraying anything in front of him and Grubba. The mercs are quick into action and fall in three lines thick in front of the Hutt. Their shields taking a huge amount of the damage the Half Theelin has chosen to deliver. Thanos was never a good negotiator.

His eyes never leave the look of straight ahead, silently he's counting and visualizing each one of the mercenaries that he can see, dropping like flies. Pulling the power cell from his carbine, he drops the nearly empty one to the ground, breaking an eerie silence, before replacing it quickly with a fresh and fully charged one. While Dareus' gaze continues to scan the room, he quietly nods, "As you with my Lord." The Bi-Polar is still somewhat pointed to towards the ground, but held in a way that it can be used quickly and with very little warning. A quick shake of his head, and he yells back to Malign while his own Bi-Polar is en route to level at the closest mercenary to himself, "Negotiations are over, my Lord...time to do the pushing." A grin quickly crosses his face while he pulls the trigger, directly towards the head of the first one, before starting to move into the room towards a pillar that can provide some cover.

Sarray nods curtly and angles the ZCF. "Hold back!" he yells through the armor com and triggers a high vaulting round designed to drop on top of the recently clustered mercenaries. Behind the helmet he smiles, thinking how lovely of them to group up like that for me!"

The room seems to brighten in his perception as the level of tension raises and spreads into violence. Malign nods to Dareus as blaster bolts begin to fly in all directions his own weapon raising to bat some of those back as he leaps into action charging right into the ranks of the mercenaries with his weapon held in a position that he felt would be best to carve a path through them raising a foot in a Force boosted kick into one of the lead mercenaries with enough telekinetic power behind it to crack his riot shield as his saber comes down on the fallen warrior. He raises his weapon and almost casually starts batting bolts as he turns back to Axel, "Alert the fleet Vichten! And get that Hutt!" he growls, swinging his saber around andslicing through a melee weapon of a would be attacker, things were getting hot, "Dareus we're going to have to fight our way back to the Predator." His hazel eyes stare directly toward Thanos for a moment, maybe if he waited a few moments longer they could've organized a better attack, but it wasn't his fault he was impulsive.

The blaster fire was intense and Forces the Sith to step back slowly retreating under the pressure back to his allies, "Blast!" he mutters at the sheer amount of fire power being traded between all sides. With a flick of his will several pieces of debris fly toward their enemy, attempting to help distract them for his allies, so they can take better shots on the enemy.

As the negotiations come to a rather abrupt halt, Lon's eyes go wide themselves. He had at expected at least a -little- more banter before the bolts started to fly! Oh well, not much for it now. "Ona! Get back and grab cover!" His rifle comes to level, firing off two quick rounds into the rather clustered group. As soon as the second round is on it's way, he drops to a knee in suit with Thanos, leveling his gun now more steadily that the Sith has drawn attention, a third round fired off as aimed as possible amidst the chaos. He'll have to trust armor, luck, and to his great displeasure... a Sith... this time to bring him through.

Her heart pounding, Siren growls and wonders again how this happened. Listening though, she moves off to the side, meaning to use the wall to hug, being unobstrusive. She returns fire as she moves, her long lithe legs guiding her with ease, though as she turns to make sure she meets the wall, a bolt catches her hip and in surprise and with the impact, she falls down. Gasping, her hand presses over it as she rolls to her stomahc and pushes herself up, wincing as the suit smokes slightly, skin beneath singed and flaring with pain. Raven curses under her breath as her master makes a great escape out of the throne room. Not much else she can do, Raven draws her pistol up and aims it into the massive bundle of beings gathered inside the throne room, not able to conceal themselves. The Weequays make their move, aiming at the flanks. They silently give each other orders by emitting their pheromones. Without hesitation, unanimously they open fire, mercilessly, firing at the intruders. Raven, still concealing her body behind the column, pulls the trigger of the heavy pistol, releasing fire into the crowd. Her aim has improved, yet the weapon still feels foreign in her hand, leaving a twinge of pain as she relentlessly pulled the trigger again.

Kaitlin 's rifle pops up into a firing position, but she doesn't fire right away, raising her voice again sharply to address the guards Grubba has left behind. "Your master has deserted you, betrayed your loyalty! Weapons down and you may see another day and new employment. Or step up now and die forgotten!" Why waste time fighting mercs when you could step past them and go straight for the kill you really want? Still, she's not giving them much time to decide, before she opens fire with the EKX-10. If any of them lay down arms, she'll reward them with not shooting them. It's more than they can really expect at this point.

Axel was already one step ahead of the Sith. As soon as the Hutt seemed like he was about to make a break for it, the smuggler turned mercenary uses VOX enabled headset comlink to alert his ships in orbit. "Move into attack formation Gamma Four!" he screams over the blaster fire. He runs for cover, with Tyler in the midst of the crowd, the thermals were not going to be very effective at the moment. Finding a semi-safe spot behind a large column, he squats down. "Lock down the system. Strategic ion blasts aimed at any vessel that is powered or powering up. I repeat, full ion blasts to any ship powered up or begining power up proceedures." The mercenary peeks from around the column and sees Tyler pulling back. With a broad smile, Axel lobs one of the thermals after keying the 3 second fuse. "Fire in the hole!" he exclaims and immediately lobs the second grenade, this one with more force than the first. The whine of the servos showing that he used the enhanced strength the armor provided, which was likely a good thing. With the two grenades thrown his hands go for the MWC on his right hip and the Quickfire-4 strapped to the gauntlet of his right arm. The Quickfire wasn't nearly as powerful as the handcannon slug-thrower, but it was one of the sleekest and most powerful hold-outs on the black market. "There had damn well better be some rewards from this!" Axel screams, getting up the nerve to enter a proper firefight.

As the experienced and hardened mercenaries fall left and right to the surprisingly powerful fire power delivered by Thanos' group he spots an opening. Axel's grenades has decimated a large enough area for Thanos to persue the slug. Tearing full speed towards the landing hangar Thanos shouts. "You wont make it off the planet alive!" And with that he too disappears into the landing hangar. Then something entirely unexpected happens. A gigantic explosion rocks the hangar shaking the entire building to it's very foundation. The entry way to the hangar is covered in dust blocked by heavy durasteel and blast proof rubble. The damage inside must be great. The explosion does not change the intent of the mercenaries. They are fighting full force and harder than ever. Only the weakest ones fall to the group, the others seem to be doing an excellent job at holding off their own deaths. But not one of them is accepting the offered quarter. These mercenaries are Hutt specialists. Failing at killing the intruders was a fate worse than death if anyone ever got to them on the inside. And the would...

Yelling into his headset comlink, to the ship, it only takes seconds for Maligns' orders to register, if that long, "Predator, all crew on alert and man your battle stations! Prepare for Lord Malign's arrival...anything that isn't our fleet, is to be stopped at all costs." He doesn't leave enough time for any answer, before Dareus moves out from behind his cover, sending a few doubletaps into the back of one of the mercenaries who was dodging the Sith, catching him just below the helmet, sending the searing bolts through his neck. LUCKY SHOT! causing him to just shake his head, "Moron." His blaster turns in an arc with his body to lay in more covering fire waiting for Tyler to begin moving first, ducking as part of a blaster bolt goes close enough past his ear that it causes a ringing, and Dareus to duck quickly, but not be aware of just which side it came from. "I'd like to suggest that we get moving now, before it's entirely too late to make any use of the situation..."

A figure moves down the hallway. Many were already dead, but this one, dressed in rags, slid along the wall. The sound of explosions and gunfire going off hid any sounds the barefoot man made as he paused in the entrance, difficult to see due to the smoke, before he crouched, sneaking as best he could, the thin prisoner making a break for it, it seems.

As Thanos chases after the Hutt and an explosion follows the Sith watches his direction and then shrugs softly as he sweeps his weapon forward deflecting a series of bolts back to their sources in a fluid motion, "Strange, I feel bad for him. Thanos, I mean, I hope he is still alive." He smirks and nods to Dareus and turns toward the exit, naturally the battle was moving to a new height he grabs his own comlink, "Commander, begin landing ground troops, secure the shield generators, and their control terminals. The New Republic is in the system and we need to secure the world for Thanos." That is if he was alive. Above, almost immediately the sound of landing ships begins to feel the air and shakes the rubble as the Sith's own droid shock troops follow his commands to secure a few important areas, if Thanos couldn't have the moon, the Hutts were not going to have it either. If everything fails he will take it. He stretches his senses out toward the direction Thanos went.

The Sith always had another agenda a hidden one, and his required that this place fall out of the Hutt's hands and into his or an allies. He pulls his jacket up, "Everyone, the fight is over. The Hutt has been defeated. The moon is ours, I am going to instruct you all to retreat, my ships will take care of the rest, and Mr. Vichten's will be sure to make this palace little more than rubble. Everyone should retreat back to the Side Deck, the Hutt Fleet is moving to attack our positions in orbit." The Sith turns and marches from the palace with his agents in tow, "The Battle for Nar Shaddaa still rages, Dareus, we must see to its conclusion in our favor."

Two more rounds leave Lon's rifle, screaming through the air with a high powered scream. The first strikes square to the personal shield of a merc who had somehow managed to hold his feet through the blast. The second drives home through the already diffused energy wall, searing a burning hole through the merc's visor. It's the kind of death that you don't need an autopsy to tell you what happened. His satisfaction is short lived though as the Sith begins his retreat, eyes flaring briefly as he watches him, but knowing better than to sit there and stay a target for those gunment left alive. Turning with a brush of speed, his eyes seek out Siren, widening again as they take in her frame crouched near the wall with an injured hip. "Ona!" As fast as his legs might take him he presses onward to her side, slinging his rifle in hopes of being able to help her at least make an escape. "Stars curse me Ona," his eyes search the injury as he trys to help her to her feet, "Come on, let's get out of here."

Kaitlin shoulders her rifle at tyler's announcement and signals her men to pull back. If that's that, she's not inclined to continue risking her people needlessly. She nods them towards the door. "Grab Jansen on the way, boys, he wanted to be sent home." And with that, no fuss, no muss, the Deck's contingent to the fray withdraws, disinterested in looting the Palace and other such frivolty. Raven twirls behind the column, fully hiding behind it and slides down. She takes a deep breath, not sure, if she should believe the woman or not. Her chest heaves as she breaths, the noise echoes in her ears, and her heart feels as if it is going to leap out of her mouth any moment it is pounding so intensely. The pain from her wound from earlier consumes her, though when she looks down can see that the bacta was allowing it to heal nicely. Her left arm is nearly numb due to the pain. Raven thinks for a split second about making her way out the way, her master did, but that notion is quickly destroyed as a column falls blocking the escape route. Raven sits behind the column cowardly, she wasn't a fighter, this was not her war let alone her fight. Raven glanced around quickly seeing those loyal to Gappa throw their lives down on the line. The Weequays were different from her she thought to herself, they were not Gappa's slaves but hired on, as freelancers-it was their choice to be here, perhaps the pay was good. Raven just sat there like a scared little schoolgirl, yet still yearned for her freedom, but didn't care to fight for it any more, it was a lost battle. Gappa wasn't here anymore and wouldn't notice that she didn't defend him any longer. Freedom was at her fingertips; yet, it seemed in this blood filled room not near enough.

Axel falls in behind the Sith, trying to keep an eye on the rear as he hastily follows the jedi out of the main audience chamber. "My first concern is laying waste to any ships leaving first, but I'll have a bomber here in less than a minute." Suddenly, Axel goes to his knees, a blaster bolt catching him in the back. Fortunately, the armor absorbed the brunt of the energy, though the servos went dead. "Dammit." Axel exclaims as he struggles to his feet. His movement was slowed considerably without the exo-skeleton's assisted movement. "I've got to reboot this damn thing on the fly," he says with a grunt as he does his best to keep up with Tyler.

Turning to look up at Lon, she frowns, watching as people are starting to pull back. "All this...and my hip.." she hisses in agitation and sends off a few more shots of her own. Pain lingers and she grits her teeth before Lon's company at her side registers. Turning her emerald eyes up to him, she stands slowly. "I am fine.." she says in a blatant lie as she forces herself to walk straight, ingnoring the pain that shoots through her.

Dareus slings his blaster quickly to follow Malign out of the Palace, barely ducking as a random shot sends pieces of wall into his face, more just wiping himself clean. Tapping the earpiece of his comlink, nodding, "All ships are moving into position." While he walks behind, he adds additional orders, grinning at the thought of commanding the Predator, almost something he's always dreamed about, "Bring the ship into synchronous orbit and prepare to back up any of our ground forces. Do not make any bombardment without clearance or I'll remove your head myself..." He speaks forward as he moves quickly towards only a half pace behind the Sith Lord on his right side, "Only a precaution, there's no backing down. So far there's no reports of any uninvited guest movement in the system...yet." He takes a deep breath and continues his walk, "I'll assume it could only be a matter of time before someone tries to break up the party early. We'll be ready for them."

"Hey.. I didn't force you to follow me." He tries to give her a light smile as he uses his strength to support her on the way out, moving as quickly as he can with her towards the exit, a stray round striking the wall near them to accent their need for departure. "Yeah, this is definitely a good time to retreat. Not that Thanos gave much of a chance before hand." He shakes his head recalling that rather foolish negotiation tactic that brought this awful fire fight down upon them, though his eyes flicker towards the Sith and those who walk with him again. Such company he finds himself in, it's a wonder things ended the way they did.

Something tickles the back of Malign's senses, "Dareus, help Axel with his armor situation. I will be out shortly." He closes his eyes for a moment and pulls his coat off pitching it to Dareus as well, "Prepare a shuttle for me and one more being." He hisses and turns back and marches into the chaos raising his lightsaber. His eyes and face twist with hatred as the power of the Sith was about to be introduced to the room. His features darkened and his normal hazel eyes begin to shift into a pale yellow as he breaths heavily looking over the surviving mercenaries, "Everyone leave!" he commands in a booming voice but a hand points to the prisoner, "But you stay." His finger goes directly toward Kipsa as he races his weapon and proceeds to exterminate the surviving thugs sending limbs and portions of weaponry in all directions.

Tyler's hands were for killing no doubt about it as he takes one of the surviving thugs up in a telekinetic choke and swings his body around in front of him, the sound of the thug's neck making a sick cracking sound as he falls limp, suspended in air, and then is cast toward the last of the mercenaries, "If you do not fear me, or fear the Hutts more than the Sith you are fooled, I will offer the survivors a privilege to join my crew and to help the Sith. You have nothing to fear from Grubba and everything to fear from me."

He waves his lightsaber defensively toward them preparing to deflect bolts as he marches toward the prisoner trying to slip away and grabbing his arm and hisses, "Come with me."

"But you forced me to be your betrothed!" She manages with a bit of jest in her voice, shaking slightly as the round hits the wall. "I should have gotten out when I knew what was good for me.." SIren is obviously joking, her hand gripping on this shoulder and moving a swiftly as she can. "I'll keep the ring though, no matter what." She watches those around them, such odd company. The woman turns her foot the wrong way, landing too much weight on her hip and shenearly stumbles, taking down her soon to be husband with her. "I should have stayed at home...but I like you too much, what can I say?"

The figure continues to slide along, but the smoke and dust in the air starts to clear, showing the thin man for what he was. Unarmed, in rags, thin as a stick, he pauses finally, face obscured as he remains there, hearing the weaponry die down, heart racing. Unable to see who the man was speaking to, he crouches down a little bit, his eyelss face turning towards the flickering lights. As his hearing picks up the sounds coming towards him, he flattens along the wall, sliding away. But too slow, that cold hand grasps his thin arm. Flinching, he goes rigid, face pale. He tenses, a look of begrudging anger on his features "... Fine." he notes, though under that tone of fear were tones of hatred, suspicion, a man suspecting all who handled him so. And defied it, even while obeying.

He turns back quickly catching Malign's coat in the spin, and reaching out to offer Axel a hand, with a smirk, "Lucky shot, old friend. Let's get you the hell out of here and able to walk in that monstrosity suit of yours. Maybe repaint it a nice black." Dareus hits the comlink that redirects to a set of guards by the landing pad, "Lord Malign is en Route, redirect to the Hutt Sector at the palace for him and a guest immediately, I'll take another ship home." Keying it off he begins to move towards the exit of the building, knowing full well that another shuttle, anyway, was en route to pick up the CO of the Predator, him and Axel could take that out.

The newest comotion comes to Lon's ears with shock, even greater than the shock of being drug down to the floor by the woman on his arm. He grimaces as the carnage begins, eyes horrified as the Sith carves out another bloody stain for his kind in the flesh of the hired thugs who remain to fight. "Siren.. let's get moving.. now." His words carry a fearful weight as he struggles back up to his feet, forcing muscles to lift the woman as he had done once before. She seems to have a habbit of getting shot around him. Averting his eyes from the Malign, he tries to move the pair of them out the exit as -swiftly- as possible.

Axel starts the reboot cycle on his armor, but until it's internal computer catches up the pilot was going to have to force his way along at a slower and much less maneuverable manner. "I knew I should have went with a lighter armor," he exclaims, even though the scorch marks on the heavy armor show that it did it's job, and did it well. Using the slave system on his wrist to call his own ship. The Chimaera was a very advanced and remodeled fighter, and with the assistance of the droid in it's bay, it lifts off the ground and slowly makes it's way closer to it's owner. "Don't worry about my, my ride is on it's way. I'll make sure though, once it gets here, that your shuttle gets here without a problem."

Raven, catching a glimpse of the struggling woman, knows that it isn't about her any more but about others. She musters all of her strength just to rise from the sitting fetal position behind the column. Without thinking, she drops the awful weapon at her feet and nearly jogs over to the woman with her hands in the air, making a display of innocence. With one swift motion, she is kneeling down beside the woman. "I have something for that" Raven pulls out a wad of tissue and gently pulls it apart, the goo inside emits a fowl odor. "This will help" With out waiting for an answer, knowing that if this is the last thing that she does, at least it will be selfless of her and a good deed to put on the books. She dripped the bacta-filled goo upon the woman's injury.

Everything happens so swiftly and as her world spins, the cries of agony and more bloodshed are forgotten as the woman appears at her side. Her finger gets itchy and the pistol lifts with the surprise presence. "I...uh.." Her pistol lowers slowly as she watches the pad, the good suddenly sticking to her and she turns her nose away. "Thank you..." She says and sheathes her pistol to her front. "Come with us.." she states, not wanting to leave anyone in this foul place. Her hand is offered, giving the woman an appreciated smile and settling her feet. "Lon.." She waits, then, hoping the woman will flee with them.

Hazel orbs turn towards the woman that approaches them, a horror being realized as her face is taken in. He had seen it before... in his sniper scope. A deep crimson runs to the face of the sniper, his eyes flickering over the woman again, before turning to Siren. "Yeah, fine... but let's just get back to safety for now." His eyes take in the new comer once more, a brief grimace apparent in his own face, before he forces himself to look away and back to the exit.

Raven collapses at the woman's side, having exerted all of her remaining energy. Her tribally decorated lekku stretches across her body shielding it against further torture. Raven offers the woman a smile and tries to recuperate, looking for more adrenaline to pump at the mere thought of true freedom. Soft tears of joy escape her dry eyes. She had won her fight, not Gappa's. She was victorious upon this day, no matter the outcome of this torturous battle that still endures overhead. "Th-thank you" The words escape her lips softly as she looks the woman in the face with a gentle expression.

The Sith looks over the prisoner carefully releasing his arm and pressing him and himself back underneath a small outcropping as a sudden burst of exploding debris rains down from above as a Lambda class shuttle clears the roof from the palace and comes down in the throne room with its repulsors whining. The shuttle doesn't even bother to go through cool down, rather opens a ramp and several black armored figures march down the ramp with rifles in hand opening fire in all directions were they feel there was a danger. The Sith grabs the arm of Gillian and shoves him forward, "I am rescuing you. You will serve the Sith." Malign says darkly, "We are much more benevolent than your previous Hutt masters and we will see about your injuries." A pair of pilots step out of the shuttle, "This man needs medical attention" he says plainly signaling the shuttle to prepare for takeoff, the palace was in ruins now and Axel's bombers were on the way to finish the job. The Sith turns toward the remains of the Palace, "RUN, ESCAPE! A Bomber is coming to finish this place, if you stay any long you are already dead." And with that the Sith and his soldiers march into the shuttle. Its ramp close up and its repulsors come to life as it lifts off and clears the way for a pair of Scimitar bombers as they move on fast approach arming weapons.

Breathless, perhaps in shock, the thin former prisoner Gillian stumbles along as he's pulled, not resisting as he listens, heart pounding now. Once in the ship, he stood there awkwardly, turning his head back and forth, almost a defiant stance. But it does not last long. This was the most action he had done in a while and it was telling on him as his shoulders slide somewhat into a tired slump.

Her wound would be fine, the fallen twi'lek needs help. Slowly she lowers back down, trying to grab at her. "Come now..we will take you off planet..come!" Siren says loudly, reaching to take the other's arm, but the cry for them to evacuate is heard. "Hurry, please, I can not leave you here." The navigator sets her lips firmly, slowly trying to lift the arm over her shoulder and get the woman back to her feet. "Lon!" She gasps.

"Good enough for me then. My place is on the bridge of my ship for now. This isn't quite over and I'm going to damn well see this through to the end, if I have to vaporize half the surface to get the job done." He smirks a little at that thought while they exit the palace, turning back to see Malign's shuttle arriving rather quickly; but the speed doesn't surprise him in the least. Dareus, having helped Axel out now, watches his own shuttle land outside the palace, listening to the com-chatter of the incoming bombers, moving up the ramp before the thing even descended half-way, "Let's get back to the Predator immediately." The partially open ramp begins to re-seal as the Lambda takes off again, heading towards the ship, passing the incoming bombers, Dareus smiling at them while they pass.

"Oh... Sith Spit! Fine! Fine!" Lon curses as he hears the warning from Malign, his hands gripping the other side of the fallen Raven, trusting Siren to hold herself up as well. "We gotta move! Now!" Lifting with all his might, the sniper draws upon will power alone to keep the pace moving. He'll drag the two out if he has to, it seems.