Arms Dealing (Open)

[Anton Byrax]

*Two Medium Transport ships hung in the orbit of Nar Shaddaa, Aboard the smaller of the two Anton Byrax sat reading through a data slate. The meeting had been arranged at docking bay Delpha 59 and the young man was slightly nervous about the cargo which was held in the other transport. He had pushed the bounderies of the law on several occasions before with dealings in rare beasts, but these were military grade weapons.

The vermin gangs that crawled across the surface of this retched planet were in a constant state of warfare, Anton knew that the lower gangs were held at bay by the likes of the exchange. Perhaps agreeing to supply these lesser criminals with arms would bring a death sentence upon his own head, but money was everything and these swine would pay through the nose for any kind of weapon that was better than a club or blade.

12 crates of cheap military grade blaster carbines would be a dream come true for these brutes.*

*Opening the comm, Anton spoke firmly to the pilot of the larger vessel.*

Anton:- 'Ok, it's time. Just remember that the gear stays with you until the transfer is complete, any sign of trouble and the cargo comes first.'

*Pitching forward the Larger transport made for the upper atmosphere of Nar Shaddaa while Anton kept a holding pattern in orbit.*

[Anton Byrax]

*Grent, Antons personal underling had agreed to go with the carrier transport to ensure that deal went through without incident, while looking like a small over weight turkey Grent was actually hard as nails underneath have served in some form of military unit. Anton was unsure exactly about Grents past, perhaps it was for the best.

Gliding down like a a weightless meteor, the vessel hovered over the landing platform with boosters firing to stabilise it. Setting down gases jetted from the engine cooling vents and the loading ramp opened.
Grent stood with a heavy weapon over his shoulder scanning the assembled gangers for anything suspicous. *

[Anton Byrax]

*Anton was sat in the bridge of his vessel as Grent came over secure comm chanel.*

Grent:- 'Sir, they have the money. We are preparing to unload the cargo.'

*Nodding to himself Anton felt a small thrill of excitment, perhaps a future such trade would be highly profitable.*

*On the Landing platform Grent watched the stinking rabble as they began to collect the first crates from the hold.*

[Anton Byrax]

*The last of the containers had been unloaded, Grent was tense as he advanced on the gang leader. The Rodian was twitchy, but not unsually so for his kind thought Grent. Taking the package he surveyed the contents for a second time, 80,000 creds. Where low-lifes such as these had gained such wealth he dared not to think about, but all was in order.*

*High in orbit, Anton sat back in his seat. A smile played across his lips, how easy this was he could not have imagined. Where was the law? law what law? shaking his head Anton thought that would be an amusing motto for the Company. Now he had only to wait for the call from Grent and they would be on their way.*

[Anton Byrax]

**Grents Transport came into view, Anton looked on in blissful ignorance as it drew along side his own ship. **

Pilot:- 'Sir, Your aide has requested that he be allowed to board.'

Anton:- 'What? why? Tell him not to be stupid, i'll see him back at the spaceport.'

Pilot:- 'He says its a medical emergency, Sir.'

Anton:- 'ok then, attach the boarding clamp.'

*A whining hiss sounded as the boarding passage was pressurised, Anton stood at the bulkhead as it opened. Grent was stood with torn clothes and blooded face, Suddenly his head exploded in a crimson mist as blaster fire roared through the opening.*

Anton:- 'Oh feth!'

[Anton Byrax]

*Grabing his blaster pistol from its holster, Anton returned fire furiously.*

Anton:- 'All crew! Stand too!! Stand too!!!'

*All four of the crew men on board rallied to Anton firing their weapons into the other ship, the occasional scream could be heard. Then came the charge.
Twenty or so Gang members rushed the defenders with primal roars six or seven being cut down before they closed with Anton and his crew. Drawing his sword the young noble Hacked and slashed at the dirty faces before him Terror surging through his veins.
Glancing back he saw only one crew man left standing and thought his life too was at an end.*

[Anton Byrax]

*Fighting purely on survival instinct now, the young Noble was frantic in his attacks. The leader of the gang members had broke through onto Antons vessel and had slain the last crew man, fighting the 3 remaining gangers on his own Anton saw no real hope but refused to give. He didnt even notice the searing pain from the wound in his shoulder, running another gang member through Anton saw the thermal det. Wtih a savage kick he sent the ganger priming the grenade back through the bulkhead whilst hitting the door controls to cover the blast.
A dull crump sounded behind the door as Anton turned to face the Gang Leader, They spoke no words just grunts of exertion as they tore at each other.
The overpowering stench of the flithy ganger assaulted Antons nostrils harder than the actual combat, unable to attack his grabbing foe with the blade the youngster worked his blaster pistol through the gangers grappling arms to fire three shots into his chest.*

[Anton Byrax]

*Detaching the boarding clamps, Anton piloted his ship away from the other. Unable to salvage it he Targeted the crictical point of the transport with blaster cannons and sent several salvos into it.
Blooded and exhausted the young man leaned back in his chair, the bodies of the crew and those gang members who had made it through still lay strewn around the deck. Looking down at the gang leader Anton spotted something that had fallen from his jacket, a thick package which the noble inspected. 80,000 creds were inside.*

*As the second transport exploded in the void of space, Anton longed to be home it had been a hard day.*

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