Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26296200-20150427205834/@comment-26272311-20150501022519

Arahad was fighting with the Skiratas and 50 squads of USNR commandos to try and take the Capitol. That was particularly hard to do because the Empire was entrenched, and every other faction just had to show up at the same time. The Hutt forces were being coordinated by none other than Jabba the Hutt(let's just say he survived Jedi somehow)and several other important Hutt lords-all while being entertained by musicians and slave girl dancers, of course-aboard a large battle version of his sail barge. Arahad knew that if the Hutts who were paying them were killed, the mercenaries would probably just walk away grumbling about wasted time. So he force leapt onto the deck and readied his lightsaber and some force lightning. The Hutts didn't exactly care about hiring the best when it came to petty thugs- that sort of behavior was usually reserved for bounty hunters. A few lightning blasts, saber swings, and deflected blaster bolts later, the deck was clear. He walked into the throne room. (In Huttese- which Arahad speaks) "Ha! I could use someone like you, Jedi scum! If you worked for me, you could [vulgar things]" Said Jabba. The insult to someone he was trying to bribe into working for him, and the other thing he said,indicated Jabba was drunk or on spice at the moment. "No thanks. I prefer not to [censored] helpless girls. And I'm insulted that you sleemo think I can be bribed." Said Arahad. (If you don't get what Jabba had been talking about, I'm not explaining. Just don't ask.) He went on. "If I hadn't sensed all the fear coming off your slave girls I would have just taken a rocket launcher to this thing. But I don't kill victimized young women. Now let me be done with it!" Said Arahad. He raised his rifle and shot the guards. The Hutts deserved a good force choke before being eliminated with lightning for what they did to those nice girls. The slaves just stared at the corpses of their former owners. "Well? Find some real clothes and get out of the battle area! Here, split these credits with each other." Said Arahad. He dropped a few big sacks of money he'd discovered in a hidden compartment behind Jabba's corpse on his throne. Heading onto the deck, Arahad shouted down at the Skiratas and the commandos. "Hey! I'm letting down a rope ladder! We can use the mounted guns on this thing to break through the enemy lines!" Shouted Arahad.