27 Karazak System
"Don't push! Don't push! Stay in line and await processing!" A holler lingered over several thousand abducted species from all across the galaxy. Mandalorians, Half-Humans, Twi'lek, Torgruta, the reclusive Chiss species, you name it. It's likely that they'll be found here.
Men stood on all sides of the procession, armed with electric rods and light whips. Anyone who started up was given a jab or a wack. This was the Karazak Cooperative's Slave Processing Center on the planet surface near their headquarters.
"Mama, I don't wanna go!" A child whined, most of the guards ignored them. Children were known to be fussy, there was no point in disciplining them unless they got out of line.
"It's okay baby, just keep walking forward," a young woman had her hands on the child's shoulders. Of course her wrists were cuffed, but the child's neck was thin. It was a perfect fit.
The tunnels of this world was controlled by the Cooperative, and so was the rest of the surface. Though they didn't have a massive military force, they had a small militia of armed beings under their employ.
The child dragged her feet through the mud, a guard caught her before she could fall over, and got her back onto her feet. Then ushered the mother forward with the kid.
"Don't slow down the line," The man warned with a distinct coldness towards the two of them. He was a bald man in cobalt blue plastoid torso armor, knee and shin guards. It was cheap and efficient for his line of work.
The slaves were getting closer to the tunnels of the processing center. Yet, as they were marching alongside one another, they all came to a halt as a massive shadow began to be cast over them from above. Guards, slaves and Cooperative Officials paused in their work to look towards the sky.
"Trade Federation?" One of the Guards asked aloud, seeing privateer ships being shot out of the sky as they commenced their approach on the donut shaped vessel. His eyes narrowed as he heard a distinct screeching sound. "What is–" He was cut off as a squadron of Advanced TIE droid Intercepters went flying directly overhead, chasing a handful of bounty hunter owned Z-95 Headhunter fighters.
One of the Officials glared towards the ship. "Did they fail the contract?" This man was none other than one of the higher ups overseeing the slave processing. He had been in charge of being the liaison between the Slaver Syndicate and the InterGalactic Banking Clan's Magister.
Sadly this was Darth Plagueis way of figuring out what the young Valad was capable of after he was contacted by the Trade Federation's Viceroy. Learning his projected hyperspace trajectory, he had made swift work in creating a one-time bounty that would expire after one team won or failed to complete it.
Not only had the test fail to yield results, but so did the bounty. These unknown ships were coming out of the Trade Federation vessel like clockwork. Many of the Vulture Droids had been recycled into these Tie Fighter Droids.
H shaped vessels could be seen descending towards the planet surface from the skies above. Many of the B1 battle droids had been recycled into Commando Droids wearing plastic imitations of mandalorian armor, OOM-Droids and B2 Battledroids.
The dark grey C-9979 landing crafts which landed upon the grounds opened and began to unleash their armies. AAT-1 tanks came rolling out first, securing the landing location, Commando Droids, Droidekas and OOM-Droids came soon after. The Commando-Droids dressed as Mandalorians manned armed swoops, equipped with a pistol and vibroblade on their backs.
"Is this... An invasion?!" The Official was speechless, he hadn't seen this coming. Was this planned all along? If they had succeeded, this would had been a mutually beneficial gain. "Shit... We should have sent elites..."
His Communicator disk chimed and Darth Plagueis appeared as he pulled it off his belt. "What is your report?" Though he already knew as soon as he saw the face the official was making.
"We failed... He's invading." He slowly lowered his head as he could hear the synthetic chuckle from Plagueis.
"Invading? That was his... Wait..." Darth Plagueis recalled the fact that the boy had killed Borvo and emptied his Bank accounts and vaults. If he had a lower jaw, he would be smiling menacingly. "Well played Mister Katsure. Well played..." It was clear who the boys targets were, the big money makers in the underworld of the Galaxy.
The guards and officials would usher all of the slaves into the processing plant, using force if necessary. They couldn't run away because their cuffs were all attached by energy lattices. So it seemed some of the weaker ones such as children were dragged along the muddy ground.
The Karazak Cooperation was known for trying to produce slaves for the highest bidder, be it polished servants, sex slaves and dancers, to hosts and warriors. The slumped high and low, there was nothing they wouldn't do.
Commando droids came rushing over the hilly terrain, their blades held out at their sides as they rushed the guards. The OOM-droids coming running behind them with their F-11D carbine rifles.
Slaves-to-be screamed in panic, but as the swoops flew past, blades only cutting their captors to the ground. Blood covered those close enough and spoiled the ground in colors of human and alien bodily fluids.
Parents whom were with their children covered their eyes and fell to their knees, thinking they were next. Yet what happened next surprised them. A male and a female figure, both dressed in customized alabaster grey Mandalorian armor, came calmly walking over and began ushering those at the end of the line towards the landing crafts.
"Are we being liberated?" A young woman asked as she was being tugged along by those whom were once behind her. She almost stumbled over herself as she saw droids and mandalorian dressed individuals cutting down officials and guards. "Who are these people?"
She watched as a blaster bolt smacked right into the head of a 'Mandalorian' the bolt effectively melting a hole in the armor and revealing the dead commando droid. "They aren't people...?" Her eyes locked onto the two humanoids which were speaking and organizing the slaves to run towards the transports.
Inside the Processing plant, they began to notice the slaves whom were being brought in, were being pulled out due to the energy lattices connecting their cuffs.
"Close the doors! Disconnect the cu–" The official overlooking the facility was cut off as 'Mandalorians' wielding vibroswords began waltzing into the facility, blood decorated their plain shiny plastic armor. There were apparent melted holes in the plastic plates, revealing metal droid parts.
"Roger, roger." One of them said as they had two fingers on the side of their helmet. "Fan out." They made a signal with their blade hand, several other droids came pouring in and attacking lightly or completely unarmed officials. No matter if they used Slaves as meat shields, the droids would find a way around them.
"We have to call the other loca–" The man was cut off when he found his local communication grid was being jammed. He stared at his fellow officers who were trying to keep the droids from getting to the upper levels of the facility. "How many are there...?"
"According to the surviving guards that came inside, there's over a hundred thousand droids and hundreds of tanks outside. They have a large enough army to terrorize an entire planet with a small army or security force."
Taking a shaky breath, the official would walk into his office and towards his desk. "We have to secure to the vault," He said to the men which followed him in. "Gather as many people as we can. We have to fortify the v–" He was cut off again as a vibroblade found its way through one of the other men in the office. A head went flying a few moments later while the last man struggled with a droid for a short period of time.
"We've been over run." He sulked against his desk and lowered his head, a blade stopped meters away from his chest. The droids in his office came to a halt and stood there absently. "Wha..." He went to reach forward, but the droid unexpectedly responded with lethal force, a flick of its wrist and the man's head was cut diagonally and his outreached arm popped off.
"Initiate the attack on the vault. Kill any Cooperative members who gets in your way," Valad's voice rang through the communicators, the droids nodded.
"Roger, roger."
Men stood on all sides of the procession, armed with electric rods and light whips. Anyone who started up was given a jab or a wack. This was the Karazak Cooperative's Slave Processing Center on the planet surface near their headquarters.
"Mama, I don't wanna go!" A child whined, most of the guards ignored them. Children were known to be fussy, there was no point in disciplining them unless they got out of line.
"It's okay baby, just keep walking forward," a young woman had her hands on the child's shoulders. Of course her wrists were cuffed, but the child's neck was thin. It was a perfect fit.
The tunnels of this world was controlled by the Cooperative, and so was the rest of the surface. Though they didn't have a massive military force, they had a small militia of armed beings under their employ.
The child dragged her feet through the mud, a guard caught her before she could fall over, and got her back onto her feet. Then ushered the mother forward with the kid.
"Don't slow down the line," The man warned with a distinct coldness towards the two of them. He was a bald man in cobalt blue plastoid torso armor, knee and shin guards. It was cheap and efficient for his line of work.
The slaves were getting closer to the tunnels of the processing center. Yet, as they were marching alongside one another, they all came to a halt as a massive shadow began to be cast over them from above. Guards, slaves and Cooperative Officials paused in their work to look towards the sky.
"Trade Federation?" One of the Guards asked aloud, seeing privateer ships being shot out of the sky as they commenced their approach on the donut shaped vessel. His eyes narrowed as he heard a distinct screeching sound. "What is–" He was cut off as a squadron of Advanced TIE droid Intercepters went flying directly overhead, chasing a handful of bounty hunter owned Z-95 Headhunter fighters.
One of the Officials glared towards the ship. "Did they fail the contract?" This man was none other than one of the higher ups overseeing the slave processing. He had been in charge of being the liaison between the Slaver Syndicate and the InterGalactic Banking Clan's Magister.
Sadly this was Darth Plagueis way of figuring out what the young Valad was capable of after he was contacted by the Trade Federation's Viceroy. Learning his projected hyperspace trajectory, he had made swift work in creating a one-time bounty that would expire after one team won or failed to complete it.
Not only had the test fail to yield results, but so did the bounty. These unknown ships were coming out of the Trade Federation vessel like clockwork. Many of the Vulture Droids had been recycled into these Tie Fighter Droids.
H shaped vessels could be seen descending towards the planet surface from the skies above. Many of the B1 battle droids had been recycled into Commando Droids wearing plastic imitations of mandalorian armor, OOM-Droids and B2 Battledroids.
The dark grey C-9979 landing crafts which landed upon the grounds opened and began to unleash their armies. AAT-1 tanks came rolling out first, securing the landing location, Commando Droids, Droidekas and OOM-Droids came soon after. The Commando-Droids dressed as Mandalorians manned armed swoops, equipped with a pistol and vibroblade on their backs.
"Is this... An invasion?!" The Official was speechless, he hadn't seen this coming. Was this planned all along? If they had succeeded, this would had been a mutually beneficial gain. "Shit... We should have sent elites..."
His Communicator disk chimed and Darth Plagueis appeared as he pulled it off his belt. "What is your report?" Though he already knew as soon as he saw the face the official was making.
"We failed... He's invading." He slowly lowered his head as he could hear the synthetic chuckle from Plagueis.
"Invading? That was his... Wait..." Darth Plagueis recalled the fact that the boy had killed Borvo and emptied his Bank accounts and vaults. If he had a lower jaw, he would be smiling menacingly. "Well played Mister Katsure. Well played..." It was clear who the boys targets were, the big money makers in the underworld of the Galaxy.
The guards and officials would usher all of the slaves into the processing plant, using force if necessary. They couldn't run away because their cuffs were all attached by energy lattices. So it seemed some of the weaker ones such as children were dragged along the muddy ground.
The Karazak Cooperation was known for trying to produce slaves for the highest bidder, be it polished servants, sex slaves and dancers, to hosts and warriors. The slumped high and low, there was nothing they wouldn't do.
Commando droids came rushing over the hilly terrain, their blades held out at their sides as they rushed the guards. The OOM-droids coming running behind them with their F-11D carbine rifles.
Slaves-to-be screamed in panic, but as the swoops flew past, blades only cutting their captors to the ground. Blood covered those close enough and spoiled the ground in colors of human and alien bodily fluids.
Parents whom were with their children covered their eyes and fell to their knees, thinking they were next. Yet what happened next surprised them. A male and a female figure, both dressed in customized alabaster grey Mandalorian armor, came calmly walking over and began ushering those at the end of the line towards the landing crafts.
"Are we being liberated?" A young woman asked as she was being tugged along by those whom were once behind her. She almost stumbled over herself as she saw droids and mandalorian dressed individuals cutting down officials and guards. "Who are these people?"
She watched as a blaster bolt smacked right into the head of a 'Mandalorian' the bolt effectively melting a hole in the armor and revealing the dead commando droid. "They aren't people...?" Her eyes locked onto the two humanoids which were speaking and organizing the slaves to run towards the transports.
Inside the Processing plant, they began to notice the slaves whom were being brought in, were being pulled out due to the energy lattices connecting their cuffs.
"Close the doors! Disconnect the cu–" The official overlooking the facility was cut off as 'Mandalorians' wielding vibroswords began waltzing into the facility, blood decorated their plain shiny plastic armor. There were apparent melted holes in the plastic plates, revealing metal droid parts.
"Roger, roger." One of them said as they had two fingers on the side of their helmet. "Fan out." They made a signal with their blade hand, several other droids came pouring in and attacking lightly or completely unarmed officials. No matter if they used Slaves as meat shields, the droids would find a way around them.
"We have to call the other loca–" The man was cut off when he found his local communication grid was being jammed. He stared at his fellow officers who were trying to keep the droids from getting to the upper levels of the facility. "How many are there...?"
"According to the surviving guards that came inside, there's over a hundred thousand droids and hundreds of tanks outside. They have a large enough army to terrorize an entire planet with a small army or security force."
Taking a shaky breath, the official would walk into his office and towards his desk. "We have to secure to the vault," He said to the men which followed him in. "Gather as many people as we can. We have to fortify the v–" He was cut off again as a vibroblade found its way through one of the other men in the office. A head went flying a few moments later while the last man struggled with a droid for a short period of time.
"We've been over run." He sulked against his desk and lowered his head, a blade stopped meters away from his chest. The droids in his office came to a halt and stood there absently. "Wha..." He went to reach forward, but the droid unexpectedly responded with lethal force, a flick of its wrist and the man's head was cut diagonally and his outreached arm popped off.
"Initiate the attack on the vault. Kill any Cooperative members who gets in your way," Valad's voice rang through the communicators, the droids nodded.
"Roger, roger."
RECENTLY UPDATES
Fantasy
Action
Eastern
Contemporary Romance
Action
Action
Contemporary Romance
Action