The Black Sun Syndicate was no longer a major player in galactic affairs. Oz wouldn’t pat himself on the back for such an outcome, he didn’t believe he did enough to bring about its downfall beside being a bit of a boogie man from a number of Falleen vigos though working with the Pykes. A symbiotic relationship he would discontinue very shortly. He wasn’t interested in replacing one syndicate with another, and they weren’t foolish enough to just let Oz move on. Fearing that he had enough sensitive knowledge that could undermine them in the future. He was just another loose end.
A duo of hitmen were sent to deal with Oz, having bitten off more than they could chew. Shortly after handling the pair The Pantroan would choose to confront the pykes head on, marching into their headquarters on Nar Shaddaa. Overpowering any security that tried to stop him with the save of a hand and a suggestion through The Force.
Bursting into the conference room he saw the head of operations here on Nar Shaddaa speaking to a group of syndicate top brass viewed through a large digital display.. “O-Oz? What a pleasant surprise...” Spoke the pyke currently in the room.
“You fool, why is this blue bastard still alive? We thought you’d handled this already.” Said one of the others on large display. Before an explanation could be give Oz held up his hand. The one presently in the room flinched and braced themselves, closing their eyes tightly in fear of retribution. However, the Sith had his focus directed towards those on the digital scene overhead. Remotely manipulating the currents of the Force wherever they were in the galaxy to strike at them directly. There was a bright flash followed by a few seconds of visual distortions in the feed before it cleared. The handful of pyke top brass to be steaming chard husks. All smited through a lightning conjured remotely though The Force.
Oz had finally achieved his task here with one final decapitation strike against the Pyke Syndicate’s leadership. Hoping to leave them floundering for the time being over the power vacuum he was trying to create here and now.
“So you were tasked with sending the hitman after me. Such a shame, even after all of the fun we shared together, Djwen.” Oz said to the lone Pyke still cowering in fear. They opened their eyes finally. Seeing Oz glaring at them from across the room. With the same satisfied, lazy smirk he always had. “You know why I was working with you people?” Oz questioned, continuing before he got an answer. “The Hutts are practically immune to being influenced by The Force. The Falleen, with their focus on behavior discipline, are quite similar. But pykes… You people are quite like most others. So susceptible to the power of The Force. You were just so much more convenient to manipulate."
Oz held his hand up, facing his palm out towards the pyke, causing them to tense their body in anticipation before a dark beam of brackish energy crackled the life between them. Connecting the Pyke to his hand as Oz drained their energy and life through The Force into himself.
A duo of hitmen were sent to deal with Oz, having bitten off more than they could chew. Shortly after handling the pair The Pantroan would choose to confront the pykes head on, marching into their headquarters on Nar Shaddaa. Overpowering any security that tried to stop him with the save of a hand and a suggestion through The Force.
Bursting into the conference room he saw the head of operations here on Nar Shaddaa speaking to a group of syndicate top brass viewed through a large digital display.. “O-Oz? What a pleasant surprise...” Spoke the pyke currently in the room.
“You fool, why is this blue bastard still alive? We thought you’d handled this already.” Said one of the others on large display. Before an explanation could be give Oz held up his hand. The one presently in the room flinched and braced themselves, closing their eyes tightly in fear of retribution. However, the Sith had his focus directed towards those on the digital scene overhead. Remotely manipulating the currents of the Force wherever they were in the galaxy to strike at them directly. There was a bright flash followed by a few seconds of visual distortions in the feed before it cleared. The handful of pyke top brass to be steaming chard husks. All smited through a lightning conjured remotely though The Force.
Oz had finally achieved his task here with one final decapitation strike against the Pyke Syndicate’s leadership. Hoping to leave them floundering for the time being over the power vacuum he was trying to create here and now.
“So you were tasked with sending the hitman after me. Such a shame, even after all of the fun we shared together, Djwen.” Oz said to the lone Pyke still cowering in fear. They opened their eyes finally. Seeing Oz glaring at them from across the room. With the same satisfied, lazy smirk he always had. “You know why I was working with you people?” Oz questioned, continuing before he got an answer. “The Hutts are practically immune to being influenced by The Force. The Falleen, with their focus on behavior discipline, are quite similar. But pykes… You people are quite like most others. So susceptible to the power of The Force. You were just so much more convenient to manipulate."
Oz held his hand up, facing his palm out towards the pyke, causing them to tense their body in anticipation before a dark beam of brackish energy crackled the life between them. Connecting the Pyke to his hand as Oz drained their energy and life through The Force into himself.
. . .
Finally Oz could leave the smuggler's moon. Departing from the celestial body aboard his yacht to the wookie homeworld of Kashyyyk. Just as the vessel transitioned into hyperspace Oz had the idea to give his captors an update on his status. Getting his hand on a datapad Oz began to type.
Dear Braze
I hope this message finds you well. I am writing to inform you that my responsibility to you, and all of the lovely people in your coalition, is now fulfilled. My role of being in the fifth column within Hutt Space is no longer needed so I will be taking my leave now to pursue my own ambitions once more.
It would please me if I can share more updates with you in the future so I may share my successes and failures with others and even deliver some souvenirs you might enjoy.
Love, your dear friend, Oz
