Jekk'Jekk Tarr

[Saquesh]

<"I have only ever betrayed employees who have tried to kill me! Or the occasional bounty. Or my bosses, but I've never karked with any Mandalorian, and I'm not attracted to either of you or even those of your kind. Twi'lek are another story.">

[Marcus Tiberius Bralor]

Sorry the thought of you and whatever squid like appendage you have down there is simply sickening.

Lets save the pretty species for the men with real dicks, eh?

*Bralor clears his throat*

Now. You'll hand over Triosh, turn over any information about Mandalorians you have been working with, and give us the details about this bioweapon.

[Saquesh]

<"Then I guess you'll be quite lonely. Though you two always have each other, but not Triosh. He was delivered to the Hutts to assist me in draining their resources. Cause I mean fired when I say fired. Especially when dealing with new, untested and incompetent security chiefs. I also told you before. I'm not making bioweapons! I'm in the business of credits and destroying those blood-sucking Hutts.">

[Marcus Tiberius Bralor]

I'm sure Vogga will love that.

*Bralor shoots Visquis' drink with a single burst of Red plasma. The glass shatters, splashing watever drink wasn't vaporized by the shot over the table.*

However, it was your droids that used the bioweapon, your scientist who researched it, and the di'kutla Mando that you bought off who shot me.

Now I dont have time for games. TALK.

[Saquesh]

<"That droid has since been scrapped. I don't keep faulty machines. It's job was to bring back all samples, research and the professor to continue development of my new Narcotic. You want a sample? My other research labs were able to make the breakthrough thanks to the salvaged research.">

*Visquis nods to the bartender who slowly, while watching the Mandos retrieves three, pencil-sized vials of a blue liquid*

<"And here is the culmination of nearly a half-million credits of research. An addictive narcotic with minimal side-effects. One being, an overdose will resemble being poisoned by a bio-toxin.">

[Marcus Tiberius Bralor]

Oh I see, one of your droids must have slipped and injected a leathal dose of your narcotic INTO MY DAUGHTER.

*Bralor automatically slips the vials into a hard case on his utility belt as if he wasn't even conscious of the action. Caius was going to have a look at these...and develop an antidote. Bralor tries to see through his rage, his fingers milimiters away from compressing the trigger of his blaster enough to fire it. After too many seconds of an uncomfortable silence he cuts through the misty red haze.*

[Saquesh]

~Visquis was getting quite tired of these Mandalorians. They continue to grasp to their misguided delusions in an effort to have a physical enemy they could fight. That's the one thing they do better than almost anyone else in the Galaxy. Fight. They lived for it. Its also what made them such good Mercenaries and Bounty Hunters. If only these could be made to break their code of honor and turned to a better use. But ah well~

*Visquis takes several large breaths before replying*

<"No. As I said, I didn't want anything lost when they retrieved it, but your people were too good at your job, and it over-rode its orders to maintain the ultimate goal of getting the rest back by sacrificing a vial of the research. Yes. It was deadly at that stage, and yes, she was killed for me to get that product, but trying to kill me and my organization won't help you. If you want the droid that killed your daughter, I'm sorry, but its already been torn apart and analyzed by my contractors. Good day, sir.">

*Visquis gets up to leave*

[Marcus Tiberius Bralor]

*Bralor shoots at Visquis's feet.*

SIT DOWN.

...and we can discuss business.

[Saquesh]

*Visquis doesn't sit down, but does stop and face Bralor*

<"Business? You obviously want me dead or punished. You believe I'm the one who is ultimately to blame for your daughter's death. But while I'd love to employ you to destroy the Hutts; it'd too easily lead back to me. This war we have can't be overt, or we'd loose our position within our respective organizations and be bankrupted. So you have nothing I want. You have no use to me, but you do have my interest. What do I have that you want?">

[Marcus Tiberius Bralor]

*Bralor growls.*

Its not just you, squidbilly...a bioweapon...narcotic or not...is a danger to everyone. If once a weapon, it can easily be reweaponized. Thats not somethign I want turned on my vode. I'm sure the Hutts would love to hear of your profitable new trade though. You give me credits, I'll keep the info, an your involvement to myself. The Jedi, Dar'jedi, the Hutts...they wont hear about this from me.

*Bralor taps the hardcase pouch of his utility belt that contains the sample of the narcotic.*

[Saquesh]

*Visquis just does a Quarren laugh*

<"Feel free. The Hutts already suspect what I've got here. They'd probably blow a million creds trying to break the production secret. The Republic would just ban it like all the other drugs. I'd still have to smuggle it like I planned on, but could then charge nearly double what I was planning. The Sith would legalize it on their worlds, but would expect a cut of the profits. All expected and all planned for.">

*Visquis tries to assess the Mandalorian's thoughts and try to play on them*

<"So where is your big leverage? This is Nar Shaddaa. Far outside Republic Control. Thanks to the Hutt Clans on Nal Hutta. You'd have more of a position trying to bargain for me to pay you to release the news than that to keep quiet, but I'm not doing either.">

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(note: The Hutt Clans of Nal Hutta are not the same Hutts that Visquis is fighting. He is fighting with certain Nar Shaddaan Hutts who have slowly tried to envelope Exchange contact and businesses. Both sides don't want the Nal Hutta Clans involved as they'll loose their positions due to weakness)

[Cassus Fett]

*Cassus glances a Bralor when he starts talking credits. That wasn't the plan... they didn't need credits, what was the point? He keeps his blasters trained on the thugs spread around the room, mentally keeping track of each one of them and their slightest movements*

"I say, that if squidface wants to put out this narcotic so badly, he should try a taste of it himself first. Especially if it's so 'safe' now."

[Marcus Tiberius Bralor]

The Hutts wouldn't have to blow a million creds if I gave them the formula. There's plenty of small time gangs esewhere too that would pay for this formula, anything to get the trash hooked. You can smuggle all you want, others can still make it cheaper and local. Your market wouldn't even encompass Nar Shaddaa.

*Bralor listens to cassus, appreciating the idea, but seeing no reason to get hopped up on drugs in the middle of negotiations. Bralor stays still, talking on his secure internal helmet com to Cassus*

::We can always do that later.::

[Saquesh]

*The Quarren laughs and does a very strange quarren smile*

<"The formula? Good luck. You continue to misunderstand that substance. Its not a straight forward production. Its a process. That process will never leave my employ. Never. And just so you get how protected it really is? I spent 500,000 credits just to get it into production at safe levels without destroying. No; dissolving. Yes. Dissolving the product and rendering it useless. I don't wish to kill my cash cows. And that is what it is.">

[Cassus Fett]

*Cassus shifts his footing and then crains his neck to one side, popping it. This was getting annoying, he just wanted to shoot the ugly squid and get the hell off this dead rock. He speaks to Bralor via their secure helmet comm*

::You want me to make this easier, vod? I can make this easier.::

[Marcus Tiberius Bralor]

*Bralor replies on their secure helmet com*

::If I wanted your help I would ask, but you're the boss...boss.::

*Bralor switches back to his external com to talk to Visquis*

What is made can be unmade. But if you have no further use to us, we have no further use for you.

*Bralors weapons audibly charge*

[Saquesh]

<"Exactly.">

*Visquis grabs his left wrist and activates his com signaling the droids to enter and activating his shields while he jogs for the door to the next room*

[Exchange GE-3 & Sentinel Droid]

*At the signal, 4 of the 12 waiting Sentinel Droids enter the room through the door Visquis leaves through. They immediately open fire on the two Manda*

Droid 34B & Droid 35A
*Rapid Fire*

Droid 45B & 46A
*Power Blasts*

[Exchange Thug]

*With the Droids entering, 5 of the 12 closest Thugs hop up and open fire on the two Manda*

Thugs 394-396
*Power Blasts*

Thugs 405 & 406
*Sniper Shots*

[Marcus Tiberius Bralor]

*Bralor charges the shots, the laser blasts bouncing off his beskar armor. He unleashes the flamethrower on his left arm, targeting the thugs while he fires off two shots at the the nearest droid.*

[Cassus Fett]

*Cassus sees the turnabout, and opens fire simultaneously on the thugs. One unlucky Weequay patron that looks hostile enough to do some damage gets a wrist virboblade stuck in his throat and then pulled around in front of Cassus as a meat shield. The blaster bolts from the droids hit the Weequay and then Cassus tosses him aside as Bralor takes care of the thugs*

"Oh, you can't leave the party yet. We're just starting to have fun."

*Cassus flips down his left wrist and shoots out a grapple-line to entangle the fleeing Quarren*

[Marcus Tiberius Bralor]

*As the two thugs light up, Bralor sswings his arm around to the left, launching the thick, flaming chemicals over any barrier and onto the nearby thugs. Bralor cuts the flow to the flamethrower.*

*The thugs burn.*

[Exchange Thug]

-The first three thugs are set ablaze by Bralor's flamethrower. They scream and run a few feet before collapsing to their deaths-

-The other two thugs dive back into cover as the second stream of ablaze liquid streams at them. Parts of their clothing catches ablaze (hp 5/10) and they quickly try to extinguish the flames-

*On the other side of the bar room, four more of the other 7 thugs jump up and take more potshots at the Mandas*

Thugs 397&398 @ Cassus
*Power Blasts*

Thugs 399&400 @ Bralor
*Power Blasts

[Exchange GE-3 & Sentinel Droid]

*The Droids continue firing on both Manda*

Droid 34B & Droid 35A @ Cassus
*Power Blasts*

Droid 45B & 46A @ Bralor
*Rapid Fire*

[Saquesh]

*Visquis is tripped by the line catching on his robe and he falls face first through the doorway to the next room. He quickly tears his robes to release himself and gets past the 8 droids waiting to enter the fray should their 4 companion bots get destroyed. Visquis then continues on into the back office where he watches the brawl through cameras in the first room*