2008-03-06 - The Dark Side of Ryloth

It's damn hot in Ryloth's desert, though if you go westward it's even worse than here, nearer the spaceport.
The thought goes that if you've spent enough time on Ryloth, you could probably handle the heat. Maybe that's true for this little lady, comfortably walking towards the large groups of Hobos and Bums, afew of her own officers in tow.
Madison's blaster is unholstered, twirling on her index finger as she walks on over toward the other guards, set up and watching for anymore ... disagreements...
Fukiyama lies on the ground with only a blanket between him and the sand. He seems to be recovering, though it is hard to tell as he has his blast helm still on to protect his eyes from the light. The man is unarmed as he watches the comings and goings of those who hold him.
Madison hums something to herself, the comlink buzz at her wrist ingored as she closes the gap between herself and the man on the ground. "Rise and shine, sweet'eart, time for a chat," the lady guard chirps, tapping her blaster on his helm.
"Take it off, so I can see who I'm talkin' to. Don't give me a bother, eh? I'm not in a wholesome mood."
The woman smiles, a sparkle in her green eyes.
fukiyama pulls off his helmet, but he blinks a few times as he tries to fight to keep his eyes open. Grimacing, the battle ends with his eyes shut againt the light. "This is a bright world, though your voice is known." He seems to have no fight left in him for the moment as he sits and asks, "What questions?"
"I don't think you know me at all, unless you mean from yesterday," Madison says, crouching down. "First off, are you in need of anythin'? It looks like the doctors made their rounds... we're not animals on this planet; if there's somethin' you need, speak up."
With the pleasantries out of the way, so to speak, the Chief looks Fukiyama over. "Which Hutt sent ya down here? I plan on takin' ya back to Nar Shaddaa, but I'd like to know which one of those fat bastards I'll have the displeasure of meetin'..."
Fukiyama grins. "Bulba the Hutt, perhaps you've heard of him? He is said to be the richest and most powerful Hutt ever, though he is now scarred and disfigured. He controls all that goes on on Nar Shaddaa!"
Madison nods, slowly. "Considerin' Jabba the Fat Hutt is the head honcho on Nar Shaddaa... your answer perplexes me..."
Rubbing the barrel of the blaster against her temple, the woman starts to chew on her bottom lip.
"Hows about we try that again? Which Hutt sent you? Oh... and what's yer name? Got any ID?"
"Jabba is a pawn. I was there. I watched Bulba's forces put him on the dais of the supreme boss in place of Darlana." Fukiyama nods firmly as if this is quite true to him. "As for my name, it is Ash Fukiyama. Ash is the family name, Fukiyama the personal name, got it?"
"Silly Hutts, always playing power games," Nar Shaddaa's sweetheart murmurs, her tongue clicking against her teeth. As Fukiyama identifies himself, Madison's brow arches. "Alright, alright, keep ya damn tunic on. I got it."
Maddy's patience is waning.
"So, you and yer buddies... what was the plan?" asks the Chief, next.
Fukiyama now looks incensed. "We came to trade until we started being fired upon. Then we defended ourselves!"
"Mmm... try again," Madison says, bouncing on the balls of her booted feet.
Fukiyama folds his arms and looks away from the source of the voice. "Bitches like you tried to get information from me in jail. I had INFO! I was the best slicer on Agrolandia! But they got NOTHING! Not. One. Damned. Thing."
The grin that creeps the length of Madison's lips, could be described as a strange one. "Call me a bitch again, and you'll be lyin' down fer good. I dunno who the hell tried to get what from you way back when and I couldn't give a flyin' fark either. What was the plan?" she asks, once more. Probably the last time.
"That. Is no way to talk to a lady." A voice pipes up, soft and young sounding. The source of it being a brown robed figure with a hood pulled up.
Fukiyama still has his eyes closed from the glare of the sun. He shrugs and waits for the inevitable with all the patience borne of insanity. "Ladies wear fancy dresses and lace and prance around Cori'sant to tea parties. What are you, some kind of Rimward halfwit?"
Quick to anger, not so quick to be goaded-- or maybe that was directed at Jana? Maddy grins, finding Fukiyama spirited if nothing else. Green eyes fix on the brown-robed figure, the Chief almost pouting.
"The bitch don't like wearing my collar," remarks Madison, forlornly, with a glance lost at Fukiyama. "Well, soon enough I think he'll be begging to wear mine-- I'm takin' him home to his master; bet that collar ain't so comfy," the girl purrs, looking at the man and tilting her head a fraction.
"Outer rim half wit? No no." The robed figure speaks as she moves forward. "No... definately not that. What I am? Well..." The voice trails off and the young voice pauses. "Since you will be departing shortly... Let us begin, why were you sent here."
"Halfwit indeed. If you were paying any attention, your friend here already asked me that." Fukiyama smirks and asks keenly, "We took out four guards and now you're giving us back to the Hutt? This is the lawyers' planet, isn't it? What do they and their beloved rule of law say about that? I have rights, I want a lawyer! I will no longer cooperate until I see a lawyer!"
"You misunderstand me, peach," the Chief says, smiling brightly. "Them," she says, nodding towards the Hobos and Drunks and other assorted figures, "are stayin' here. You, however," the woman murmurs, stretching and crackling bones in her neck.
"/You're/ going back to the Hutts. Just you. And I'm takin' you myself."
The robed figure passes around by Fukiyama. "Let me ask you something, friend." The young voice speaks softly. "How long have you been in the service of the Hutts?"
Fukiyama ignores Madison as he focuses on the other voice. "You want my resume or something? Halfwits like you can't read anyway! Like I said, I want a lawyer!"
"Sorry, no lawyer for you. You had ya chance."
Madison stands up, glancing at her guards. "Strip him, search him, dump everythin' on him out onto the sand."
Moving over toward Jana, the Chief looks entirely comfortable with what's about to happen.
"Friend." The young voice says softly. "In case you were unaware, you brought an armed landing party onto a Republic World and you surrendered. Not to Ryloth forces, but rather to a Jedi Knight, here in the desert. Now, if you had surrendered to Ryloth then your calls for a lawyer would mean something." The robed figure steps closer. "You didn't. You surrendered. To me... no laws. No rules, my judgement. So let us try this again. How long have you been in the employment of the Hutts. Start talking before the security chief here begins to process you... once she starts, I can no longer protect you."
Fukiyama opens his eyes enough to look over at Jana. "So I surrendered to you and you're officially giving me to her? And she's the security chief of this place, correct?"
Coming from the area of the spaceport, Ryka's step even has a bit of a spring to it. Only when he spots the small gathering of three - The head of security, a robed figure and one of the attackers - does his walk slow and the smile slips away. "Well, what have we here?" His gaze falls on the attacker.
Madison grins. "Nice try, Fukiyama. But no. Answer the Jedi Knight's question, or I'll have my men not use any lube," she states, quite placidly.
"Allo, you!" the Chief chirps Ryka-ward. "Meet Fukiyama... kinda ran into a few of my blaster shots yesterday while he ordered spice-addicts and alcoholics to kill Ryloth citizens. Us three were just havin' a chat..."
There's a pause, before Madison adds, "Good thing about Ryloth is, the Judicator lets me do what I want with the likes of yer kind, mate. And since yer workin' fer the Hutts and presumably, from Nar Shaddaa..." The woman grins even wider.
"Do not trouble yourself with legalities that ... your half-witted mind... cannot grasp." The young voice says as she pauses, "I will ask one more time. How long have you worked for the Hutts. I am going to assume since you are actually acting rather arrogantly, that you are a new recruit for Cerebra."
Fukiyama shrugs. "What do you care. You're going to just stand there and let that security chief's guards rape me just like they did in jail. You can't even decide which of you holds me. If the security chief's goons touch me and I officially enter their possession, then I expect you, Jedi, to see that I get a lawyer, unless you're just play-acting and get off on torture or something?"
Looking from one to the other, Ryka crosses his arms across his chest "Well, I be hoping you don't mind if I watch? This should prove interesting." Feet plant firmly, obviously he isn't going anywhere.
Patting her pant pockets, Madison frowns. "Where'd I put my violin," she mumbles, looking at Fukiyama. "Yer on my turf sweet'eart-- I make the rules. You don't wanna play by my rules, in my back yard? Stay the hell out," the chief hisses, folding her arms over her chest.
A few large ...lads... start moving toward Fukiyama. "Empty your pockets," they instruct, helpfully.
"Sure, mate," Madison adds to Ryka, belatedly.
The robed figure starts speaking to the others. "See, this is the problem with hiring goons that just... simply are too new to the process. First of all, they do not understand the rules. Being that, when you're a captive there are seldom rules. Second, this whole I was in jail I know what true pain is." The short figure folds its arms. "Jail is a cake walk compared to what Cerebra the Hutt does to those who fail him. See what this mean guy here doesn't realize is regardless of what he says, Cerebra will be finding out he revealed data to us that allowed me to strike oh... let's say Kessel. The hutts really do hate losing control of the spice flow. A nice lovely press conference thanking the assistance of this good fellow right here... and suddenly there is a nice five figure to six figure bounty on his head."
The small robed figure walks back towards Fukiyama. "And I know those kinds of bounties, Cerebra? He will not make it a kill bounty. No... no.. This will be a capture. He will /personally/ want to make sure you understand the fullest extent of pain in every possible way. Now, I don't know Cerebra myself, personally. But everything I've encountered from him strikes me as not exactly a forgiving sort of slug."
"So, again. How long have you been working for him?"
Fukiyama listens to all this and smirks. "Are you going to beat me or what?"
Ryka, all this time, doesn't say a word. Just stands there watching and listening. Now and then when points are made about the Hutts, he nods, but remains silent.
Madison seems to be off in her own little world for a moment there, snapping back to reality at the question from Fukiyama. "Empty your pockets of everything," she says, glancing at Jana curiously a moment before clearing her throat.
"Go get the holocam, seems we got a statement to make to Galactic News Network..."
The robed figure tsks softly and moves off. "Beat up? Of course not. I myself would never take an act of violence against someone. Nor would I really allow such to take place before my eyes." Turning she moves towards the Security Chief, "Do you have a blindfold?"
A cough "I 'ave one in my ship, along with the other supplies I brought. Was hoping to make a sale, along with the rest, but if'n you need it. Brand new, sort of, but fully charged and ready to go. Top of the line, not one of those knock offs," Ryka says with a shrug as he turns to Madison. 
"But," he adds "'fraid if you use it, you bought it." Here the trader grins.
Her auburn braid says behind her as quick strides carry her from the direction of the spaceport. Amelia's eyes scan the area and she nods to a few guards as she passes, setting her gaze on the prisoner. She looks up at Ryka and smiles then to Madison and Jana, "Ladies, Ryka."
Fukiyama waits for the coming manhandle with fortitude and grace.
Madison pulls a credit chip from her pocket, tossing it to Ryka with a smirk. "Two hundy for the blindfold, if you'd be a dear..." the Chief says, grinning at both the man and the Jedi Knight. Her gaze lingers a little longer on the latter, before moving to her men. "Seems like he's a bit shy. Help him out of his clothes, and empty his pockets for him."
The group of burly men nod at the Chief, perhaps they've... been on the receiving end of her 'tude before. Though as a very familiar voice comes to air, Maddy turns her head. "Hiya Miss, just in time. Fukiyama here's been kind enough to give us his clothes and allow us to search his person. He'll be makin' a statement as well, lettin' Cerebra the Hutt know that he'll be helpin' us out before I take him home..."
Jana moves to walk close to Madison, her tone dropping quiet as she does before nodding in the direction of Amelia in greeting.
Ahh, Senator," Ryka says with a bow of his head "Thank you for the payment. I do hope that the supplies are get'n off loaded well."
"It be a deal," he says as he catches the credit chip and motions to one of the nearby men "Go ahead, get it. Be in the box in the back of the cargo hold. Be," he yells to the man as he runs off "marked Medical Equipment, by the way."
Gathering by the demeanor of the crowd that this newcomer is someone of some importance, Fukiyama calls out suddenly, "I want a lawyer! I have made no such promises! I have rights in the Republic, I am a Republic citizen!"
Category:March 2008 RP Logs