Chapter 37 — Eclipse of the Sons —Liberation
Xoar
**MR00042998 Between Ando and Nar Shadda***
“Ready Brother,” boomed the Psadan Mmbri, much shorter than Xoar but was twice as wide, covered in lumpy plates of blotched brown shell like flesh.
“Ready,” he patted his friend on the shoulder with his left thin blue arm, unbalanced against the two arms on the opposite side, the Myneyrshi having long since lost it, and while prosthetics were available they were simply too bulk and heavy, more impediment than replacement, he had learned to adapt in the cages and bloody sands of the arena already – it was that or die.
He kept his eyes fixed on the door, waiting of the breach, they would be the first two in of Reaver Squad…their squad…their Brothers, sisters, clutch mates, cell-brethren – a hundred words for sibling from all the different species.
Anyone who knew about Wayland would think them an odd pair…their species were always at each other’s throats, indeed it had been in the aftermath of a battle between the Psadan’s and Myneyrshi that the slavers had struck, capturing the wounded and tired survivors as they retreated…Mmbri had been used as a general labourer across a dozen worlds, Xoar as a pit fighter…both had learned under the slavers lash just how insignificant and petty their species quarrels were…now they stood shoulder to shoulder, both Sons of Kessel.
Steam hissed at the door as the ship buckled and whined with the forced connection…lock bars of rusted metal flipped as the heavy door flopped forward into the dimly lit catwalk and grated mess of a largely prefab space station.
Mmbri surged forward faster than one would imagine for his stubby legs, his mini repeater blaring blue bolts to dissuade the slavers from taking cheap shots as they came out. Xoar was close behind, trying to pick enemies amongst the containers and oil stained equipment. His opening shot missed the peeking leathery head but the Twi’lek behind him lobbed a well-timed grenade in the direction the target had dived blasting him into bloody charred pieces.
Slamming into an upturned container for cover Xoar motioned the rest of the squad to the far ends of the room as Mmbri continued his rampage down the centre drawing the majority of fire.
“AS3- to 6 Prep for Mynock” his auditory comm crackled moments before the entire station shook and buckled as the main force breached, Xoar quickly gestured for the team to move up while the slavers were still relatively shaken. Vaulting the cover he opened fire on a catwalk as Mmbri took down a retreating group of three, on the sides of the room the fire fight continued for a few moments before the area was secured.
“Mynock is docked, AS2 Tangos regrouping near you, AS 4 divert to sector 3 to support.”
Xoar nodded and issued hand commands, Assault Squad 4 was his, twelve...well ten strong, sector three was identified on the briefing schematics as storage, likely the armoury, deep inside the station it meant they were pulling back at least, hopefully he could provide the hammer to Team 2, Scrounger Squads, anvil.
The access corridors were largely empty, they only engaged two fleeing guards and then a small group around a hastily erected turret, the station continued to rock as the attack continued…it was not going as easily as they had planned…still they would press on.
Coming to the intersection he checked his rifle charge and coolant, nodded to Mmbri then turned into the fire.
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Bamma
***Orbital Dry Dock Around Rorak VIII Hutt Space***
Bamma scooted along the rough floors of his new ship, it was terribly ugly, cables and support beams visible beside the walkways, workers rushing back and forth…
“How much longer,” Bamma the Hutt droned impatient for his new ship, Jewel of Jobla to be completed before Jobla’s name day, Bamma did
not want to ruin his huttlets name day with an unfinished gift.
“The ship is fully operational you munificence, it is simply the interior decoration that needs to be completed….” The preening Nimbanel explained, they were useful administrators but tended to blather on about boring details Bamma found
They reached one of the observation decks, vast and empty, no furniture, not even a bar or bowl for snacks! Just a worn looking Chagrian slave scrubbing the floor.
“As you can see great one,” the Nimbanel whose name Bamma forgo gestured to the other side of the star dock
“The Naboo Marble has just arrived…” a large freighter landed on one of three docking berths, cranes and load-lifts began ratcheting up to move the hand crafted panels to hide the unsightly cables and pipes. Another ship docked beside it, latching onto the near air lock
“Ah and the workers have arrived…a selection of Ugnaughts, Bimm, Gand an some Verpine, they have experience furbishing the most opulent of estates I am assured, and come at a very reasonable cost…”
“Product,” Bamma dismissed the slaves being ferried onto the ship
“Make sure they wear suits, and the ship is scrubbed down three times after they finish, I don’t want my huttlet touching something product has touched!” he glanced at the Chagrian scrubbing the deck, disgusting product, broken horn, scarred head, no doubt a disobedient thing to earn so many scars.
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Keison
***MR00042998 Between Ando and Nar Shadda***
“We’re on target, within the 20% time buffer, so far all transmissions have been blocked…” Chk’Tr noted his head in a bunch of datapads.
Keison kept his eyes on Hondo Station below, his peripheral vision taking in the live feeds from the seven squads down there. They had made sure to minimize damage, they wanted the platform intact…and they needed to repair it before the next scheduled shipment arrived.
“Tell Reaver to hurry it up, Get
Ironsmith working on the patch up at insertion points 3 and 4,” He ordered across the comm.
The Orbital facility was located at the edge of a lifeless, resource poor system roughly midway between the Arkanis Sector, and the nearby worlds of Rodia, Ando Falleen, and Hutt Space. It served as a refuelling and reprovisioning point for slaver ships from the Outer Rim past Tatooine back into Hutt Space and the main markets.
“
Ironsmith is enroute,” Chk’Tr added
Run and named for the Black Sun Vigo Aur Hondo Keison had his eyes on it for a number of years, it was a large facility, full of raw materials, and easily defensible. It was a big risk, but if he could take it…it could become a new home for the expanding Sons
That was why it had taken him years to acquire the ships, men and communications jammers needed to make this work.
Now they just needed to get the last of the slavers cleaned out.
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Kandas
***Orbital Dry Dock Around Rorak VIII Hutt Space***
Kandas paid little heed to the Hutt moaning about the delay in finishing his ship he just kept scrubbing away as the Nimbanel overseer placated the beast.
“Group 2 is on board,” the whisper came through his audio piece – it had been surgically implanted to avoid detection during this operation.
He gave a quick look up through the transparisteel as the slave transport lifted off having delivered the ‘workers’ to the Ship yards, and specifically the ship he was working on, a massive custom Ajuur Class Cruiser, one and a half times normal size, eight ion engines, thirty turbo lasers, dozens of smaller arms and missile ports, it was a statement of Bamma’ authority as much as a ‘name day’ gift, a show of wealth and prestige.
“Mynock confirms, Kowakian link up,”
Good, Kandas thought, that meant his second in command had made contact with the Ugnaught in charge of the small cell within the newly arrived workers. This set up had taken nearly two years of deep cover beneath a masters lash once more…but Kandas could take it, because this time…this time…it was his
choice.
“Groups 3 boarding now…stand by Tautaun…”
Kandas dipped his cloth into the bucket, fingering the blaster that lay beneath the soapy water.
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Xoar
**MR00042998 Between Ando and Nar Shadda***
His chest burnt from within but he would not fall…for Old Gypra who Xoar had finished in the pits, a final mercy to the kindly old Crolute…a clean decapitation to spare him from the tusk cats claws.
Another shot hit his left hand…but he would not fall…for Sneaky Ruuk who was stretched on a rack as starved Kowakian Monkey lizards tore him apart…while punters bet on how far apart his fingers and toes could get before he died.
His right hands readjusted to grip his rifle and he charged forward. The suddenness of his appearance out of cover caught them off guard, as they moved their rifles he was already firing, before skidding on sparking knee plates into the barrier they were hiding behind. Dropping his rifle he reached over and just grabbed – he couldn’t see what type, but felt flesh…he dug in and pulled with all his strength, the Rodian lifted just over halfway was peppered with blue shots from his Brothers, Mmbri rushing forward to help him.
Mmbri didn’t stop, he slammed into the upturned workbench smashing it backward as Reaver squad rallied behind him.
Xoar looked on as they pushed past the barricade demolishing the remaining slavers with fists, beaks and claws…but any satisfaction was soon turned to dismay as a bulk head flew open and fire poured out into the melee…the Black Suns didn’t care they hit their own as much as their enemies, twisting round he rolled a grenade underarm, but a black armoured Aqualish was smart enough to kick it away. The explosion pierced their ears in the close confines as Xoar jumped to cover.
“One of the Lieutenants!” Mmbri called over, Hondo, the death master and slave driver across the sector used his Aqualish brethren as his officers, if they had reached one of them it meant they were getting close.
“What have you got?” he called back as the spluttering and moaning from the machine gunned melee rose behind them
Mmbri tapped his own shoulder…he was out of bolts and had only his stubby form left to fight with.
Xoars eyes darted around to the pile of half dead bodies…he would have to risk it…lithe and swift the Myneyrshi leapt past the fire from the door way to the glinting detonator on the dying Weequay’s belt…a curious thought in his mind…there was Hjjan, a Weequay, his brother on a dozen liberations lying dead beside another Weequay with a grotty worn off Black Sun Symbol on his chest lying equally lifeless…how had these two who looked like brothers ended up on the opposite side of such a conflict…
He had no time to contemplate, through the pain of his wounds he grasped the detonator and in a swift single motion primed and threw it before landing amongst the dead and injured.
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Kandas
***Orbital Dry Dock Around Rorak VIII Hutt Space***
Bamma watched in mild interest as the last few ships ferried the Naboo Marble into the hangar below…despite the assurances it would be ready in time he was still worried…he had promised Jobla his name day party would be held somewhere special…he needed the ship - or at least the ball room - finished in time.
“Make sure they start work of the ballroom immediately” he ordered the Nimbanel who simply nodded and pressed a few keys on his datapad.
A crash came from beside him, his two body guard instantly became alert….Bamma looked over to see the silly product had spilled its bucket…imbecile…
“That water comes out of your ration slave!” he screeched
The Chagrain nodded and tried to mop it up…something glinted in it’s hand, a flash and…
The smoking crater in the Hutts forehead was swiftly followed by six Gand jumping the body guards. The Weequay pair were well armed and armoured, but the industrial plasma cutters in the hands of angry ammonia breathing slaves fighting for freedom gave them a rapid advantage over the body guards whose charge was already flopping on the floor expelling horrid gases and chunky fluids.
‘Mynock’, a burly and often surly Nosaurian, Kandas second in command pressed in
“Kan, we’ve secure three docking umbilicals, so far the dock control is unaware,” he tossed Kandas a rough bag full of equipment
“Good work, I’ll head to the bridge, get that last docking umbilical locked down…” he pulled the cowering Nimbanel up by the throat as the Gand collected what useful weapons they could from the bodyguard’s corpses
“Easy way or hard way?” he asked the overseer,
“E…e..easy way….”
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Keison
***MR00042998 Between Ando and Nar Shadda***
“Scouts report the next shipment is coming it an hour earlier than we estimated!” Chk’Tr squeaked
“Frell…” pull out the ships behind the Gas giant, they’ll have to make do with the men on board…
“Scrounger what’s your status?”
“Moving up to support Reaver, we have them on the spikes!” the gruff Yinchorri replied, her voice distorted by the Comm
“We’re moving out for the next capture, we’ve only got half an hour before they get here”
This was the second stage of the plan, Once the station was taken they would have a few days before word spread as they had jammed their comms, they could collect and capture at least half a dozen of Hondo’s ships stopping off here before they realised, but they needed to make sure the damage was repaired and their own ships out of sight to make sure the slavers ships docked…he just hoped they had time before the first of Hondo’s ships arrived.
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Xoar
Fiery hell erupted down the corridor, boiling the blood and charring the bodies Xoar was beneath…but from the smoke the fire kept coming…he could hear Mmbri rumble discontentedly…he hoped he wouldn’t…damn he was…
Through the dark mist the squat form charged forth, his thick hide ignoring the less precise bolts…Xoar had no choice…on shaky legs he got up to follow his brother…Suddenly the Aqualish turned about…bolts of green and red from behind.
“YEEEHAWWW!” He heard the excited yell of Trill from behind, the Aqualish spun into a Yinchorri fist.
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Jogo
**Green Tide Approaching Hondo Station Located MR00042998 Between Ando and Nar Shadda***
Quickly dying sparks of yellow and blue flickered on the sides of Hondo Station - Jogo pulled the
Green Tide in, loaded with nearly 2000 product fresh from the Rim, along with a cargo hold full of Geonosian Oils, the ancient slurried and compressed remains of the plants red-rock algae from one of the irradiated worlds mass extinction events.
“They must be replacing the cargo mag tracks,” Kobmo gruffly noted beside him at the tugs on the outside of the station. Jogo simply shrugged and hocked some spit from between his tusks.
Docking was straight forward, he just needed to take on some Helium 3 and basic supplies before heading to Toydaria to sell the Oil and pick up re-processed power converters, then to Nar Shadda to sell the converters and product, send Hondo his cut then spend a few days in the bars before doing it all again.
Stepping through the docking umbilical into the station he paused,
“Where’s Boros?” he asked the Yinchorri who wore the Black Sun insignia
“He’s off sick, caught Herpesatz off a product,”
Jogo shook his head, he’d never picked Boros for the type to frell product with a family back on Ando and all…but he also knew the quiet ones were often the worst.
“Laser brain, that’s what plas-sheaths are for, well I’ll need a full charge up, 4 GigaLitres of Helium and an atmosphere cycle for the cargo hold, the product stink.”
“We’ll see to it,” the Yinchorri nodded to a…Psadan?…odd Jogo had never seen him before either,
“Tell your guys to come join us, Hondo’s sent a crate of Blossom wine for us to share, keep the morale on the station up and all,”
“Blossom…that weak Naboo Pzzak?”
“Ah well we got some Naboo girls to go with it,”
Jogo flicked his tongue to his tusks in anticipation and turned to his first mate,
“You heard the man, time for some shore leave!”
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Kandas
***Orbital Dry Dock Around Rorak VIII Hutt Space***
“Docking clamps releasing TaunTaun,” Mynock reported
Kandas nodded, the bridge had been taken easily, the ship had 400 slaves and 50 guards, most working in the engineering and cargo areas. The plan had gone off largely perfectly, what the Masters thought were shipments of Naboo Marble were in fact provisions and second hand Corellian rifles.
There had been losses, twenty eight so far…Kandas grunted through the pain of the shot that had hit his thigh, his Gand companions had lost two taking the bridge…but to take this new Cruiser intact and so easily…
“Bring her out Hydex,” he ordered, the bridge was now staffed with a dozen Sons, some Verpine, some Gand, a few Bimms, the Ungnaughts were arrayed at critical engineering stations across the ship, it really needed a crew of a thousand for full operation of all systems, but if slave were good at anything it was doing more with less.
The cruiser rumbled as its thrusters pushed it from the space dock, the Nimbanels codes for a ‘test flight’ working like a charm.
“Slavers are rounded up,” Mynock commed, “Waiting instruction to vent,”
“Wait till we’re at the edge of the system, don’t give away any clue we don’t have to…”
“Course locked in,” Hydex informed, “Destination Hondo Station,”
Kandas nodded, he could only hope Keison had been successful…he
had to be…this was their big chance, a brand new cruiser and a massive orbital Station for a base would give the Sons real military clout, a solid base of operations. He flicked on the ship wide comm. He wasn’t much for speeches but he wanted to say something.
“All Sons this is Kandas, or TaunTaun as most of you know me…we’ve done a great thing today for our brethren…thank you all…the
Freeblade is ours.
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Xoar
***Hondo Station MR00042998 Between Ando and Nar Shadda***
The last kick to the tusked face had been unnecessary, but it was satisfying, Keison nodded to Xoar who hit the outer door lock, a brief hiss of gas, then the second sending Jogo and his crew out to join the other slavers floating like odd icicles in a ring around the station.
“First catch and already 2000 free,” He smiled as much as he could through the facial scarring that reminded him just how long he’d been planning this…
“Let’s get that oil into the generators and signal the rest of the flotilla, we’re gonna rip that Tusk faced seaweed sucker a new one…no offense Komo…” The Aqualish Brother grunted, he’d heard worse and had no love of Hondo who’d sold him into slavery for Sabacc debts he owed one of Hondo’s loan sharks on Ando.
Patting Xoar on the back Keison headed back toward the bridge, things were looking on the up, one station and one large hauler captured, and the message had just come through from Kandas that Operation Freeblade was a success…all this and Hondo none the wiser…
They were on a roll.
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