Post by boiler on Mar 8, 2008 2:44:16 GMT -5
The VibroViper came in for a smooth landing on the private platform. The building was owned by a prominent businessman proving himself as legit in the public eye while secretly housing over two hundred slaves of varying races ranging from human to twi'lek to divto to zabrak and more. Such slaves had to come from some place, of course, and someone had to provide them - for a price. The price was individual. Certain slaves cost more, certain slaves cost less. And who was it that provided that not-so-legitimate business opportunity?
That was answered when the hatch opened, but not right away. After a moment, out stepped a droid over six feet tall wielding a double-bladed vibrostaff. That droid was the slaver. That droid was Igron.
Igron stepped aside and ushered out a line of slaves that might as well have been linked by a chain for all the power they had to resist. How could you resist an explosive chip in your head, after all? It was a little hard to escape when you could be blown up head-first if you so much as looked at a slave owner wrong. The slaves were lined up immediately as several armoured guards wielding powerful blaster rifles came out - six on each side of the customer and his two main body guards: a pair of phase 3 dark troopers.
"The slaves you requested, Mister Denrogg," came the deep, menacing, metallic voice of the magnaguard.
Jasep Denrogg looked over the slaves, asked them a few questions, made sure everything was in order, and then had one of his bodyguards bring over the credits. The chest was opened up and Igron counted it himself. Then he nodded, satisfied, and handed the remote over to the businessman; he then carried the chest on board as the slaves were led away by their new master. The droid went to the console and was about to close the hatch when he noticed something.
That was answered when the hatch opened, but not right away. After a moment, out stepped a droid over six feet tall wielding a double-bladed vibrostaff. That droid was the slaver. That droid was Igron.
Igron stepped aside and ushered out a line of slaves that might as well have been linked by a chain for all the power they had to resist. How could you resist an explosive chip in your head, after all? It was a little hard to escape when you could be blown up head-first if you so much as looked at a slave owner wrong. The slaves were lined up immediately as several armoured guards wielding powerful blaster rifles came out - six on each side of the customer and his two main body guards: a pair of phase 3 dark troopers.
"The slaves you requested, Mister Denrogg," came the deep, menacing, metallic voice of the magnaguard.
Jasep Denrogg looked over the slaves, asked them a few questions, made sure everything was in order, and then had one of his bodyguards bring over the credits. The chest was opened up and Igron counted it himself. Then he nodded, satisfied, and handed the remote over to the businessman; he then carried the chest on board as the slaves were led away by their new master. The droid went to the console and was about to close the hatch when he noticed something.
