A Perfect Day [Coruscant Underworld]

[Miss Blonde]

A Perfect Day ​

Spoiler

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Coruscant. The center and pretty much the capital of the Galaxy, the bright burning beacon of hope and change. It had been some time since the planet had seen change of this scale, for so long it had been within the shadow of the Sith, clutched within their tight fist. But now, now it was brought back into the light and born again through fire and war. And thankfully the light took care of its own, it rebuilt the war torn planet and elevated it back to its rightful position as a world of freedom, trade, and promise.

But with all these companies stepping in to rebuild the planet it opened up a old form of crime making relatively unknown people into pretend mobsters over night. This was of course from Union scabbing, tax evasion, and other white collar crime that allowed people to make money and hire goons to do their bidding. It was mildly sad to be honest but hey it was the Galaxy that we lived in. Of course actual criminals were still around lurking the streets at night but with the One Sith government gone a lot of those corrupt police chiefs and government officials could no longer support criminal enterprises causing many to slink into the shadows. So this meant there was a void that needed to be filled with something new, something fresh.


Location: Coruscant Underworld, The Showgirls Gentleman's Club.
Time: 0800
Objective: Purge the Underworld

A man dressed in slacks and suspenders burst out of the club's back doors and fell into the alley with a thump slamming his head against a dumpster. Blood trailed across his forehead and he doubled over in pain trying to figure out what exactly was going on through the fog of concussion. Trying to stagger to get up the man quickly screamed in pain as he felt a stomp come down on his ankle.

"Nope!" A distorted voice yelled out above him.

"HELP!!" he yelled out to the street a few meters away. But even he knew he couldn't be heard over the roar of speeders passing and city noise.

"Was that the please kick me harder cry!?" The voice rang out as another thud was delivered to the man's side with the sound of ribs cracking and breaking.

Screams continued to fill the alley way until the man's attacker decided to flip them on their back and shove what looked to be a pistol in their face.

"Skinny Jim, where is he?" the distorted image asked in a polite tone.

With only wanting the pain to end the poor man coughed and spoke the best they could through internal bleeding and a clear head trauma.

"Little Atrisia, the Emperor's Casino and Brewery. That's all I kno-" When the question was answered the figure pulled the trigger and sent the man into the next life.

Standing over said corpse was the gas mask covered Miss Blonde, one of the Black Tie Syndicate's leaders and general coordinator of heists, jobs, and other illegal activities that society frowned upon. And standing next to her was another man with his face covered holding pump action shotgun in their arms.

"Why'd you shoot him? He gave us what we wanted." He asked in an almost uncaring tone.

"Because it's eight AM, Tim. Who goes to a strip club at eight o'clock in the morning?" she retorted back.

"Fair enough. So do we go and kill this Skinny Jim fellow?" he asked.

"Obviously, if we're going to be taking the Coruscant Underworld, we'll be needing a base of operations to branch out from. So keep an eye out for jedi and I'll tell the boys where to meet up." Blonde shooed off her subordinate and would activate her mask's comm link.

"Little Atrisia, the Emperor's Casino and Brewery. Try not to kill civilians, I don't need to deal with Jedi today." Blonde would hang up afterwards and let her people do what they did best.

There was a casino that needed to be captured, so hopefully her people would be smart enough to block communications and silence alarms before assaulting it and clearing out its inhabitants.

[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Dyxra'a"] [member="Zerrosk O'tama"]

 

[Nate Phantoms]

Location: whatever street this is
Objective: what he's told.

Sitting on a few crates, his burning gaze bored into passerby's, and the occasional police drone. The order came in loud and clear, without a word, he rose, making his way across the street, shouldering past a few thugs, a rather large Zabrack, and a unused speeder bike. The sound of bar fights, speeding vehicles, and angry pedestrians. He didn't even know who else was going in with him, he didn't give a flying womb rats ass, as long as they stayed out of his way. Walking down a dirty alleyway, he noted his surroundings, the top of the casino coming into view. Good thing he at least looked decent, a pair of black jeans, and a light purple v-neck couldn't have looked better. Then he remembered he was practically unarmed, all he had was his vibro knife and of course, his saber staff.

Oh well he had done more with less. Pushing through the crowd, he finally reached the door, the bright neon lights partially blinding him. Muttering a soft; "what the hell...." he walked in, the sounds of game machines and drunken party goers greeted him. Along with the strong smell of death sticks and some crazy alcohol combinations. First things first, security had to be eliminated, the camera feed and in/out communications. Did she say something about collateral damage? Huh, what a buzz kill.

"Welcome sir, feel free to sit at the bar, free drinks for every other bought!" The hostess smiled at him, waving towards the slot machines, all being occupied. Not even acknowledging her, he sauntered through the crowd, taking a out of a unsuspecting woman, downing it in a few seconds. A guard stood by a maintenance entrenched, which would lead to the boilers that powered the place, and the upper level security center. Time to get busy.

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Dyxra'a"] [member="Zerrosk O'tama"]

 

[Thicer]

Spoiler

Hope you don't mind if I join. Was planning to start off this character on Coruscant and this looked like a good place to begin.

A Selonian sat at a bar with her ears twitching at the sounds of the casino behind her. The green flashing neon light tinged her fur a dark emerald. Normally Thicer wouldn't stay in such a place but with the credits she'd made from selling prisoners to the Sith and the relative security of the less then fully legal operations was worth the increased noise levels then was found in a normal cantina.

Taking a drink from her cup of Novanian Grog she relaxed and wrapped her tail around her cushioned stool. The concealed knife she wore pressed against the metal of the stool and the base of her tail. That reminded her, she needed to check on the blaster pistols that she'd been forced to leave in her room upstairs. Security apparently didn't trust that fights wouldn't break out when someone lost.

 

[Zerrosk O'tama]

Location : Casino, Vebthilation system D-32B.
Objective : Eliminate exits and entrances

Zerrosk found himself crawling through the venthilation shafts of the casino, D-32B to be specific. His target was a room that would be located above the security level, the alarm and lockdown control systems. As his map said, he should have been over the room in a couple of turns, and a couple of minutes. He didn't have time to over think anything on this specific task of Syndicate work. Miss Blonde and few others were counting on him to do his part while they did theirs. He was just a few feet away from his stop, the control station of the exits and entrances, windows, and even emergency exits. And as soon as he thought he was lost, there it was, the vent that was in the center of the room, watching all down below, and there was one sleeping security guard, and before he could say "Kark!" He was tied up and flying down a garbage chute, where he may never be seen again. Or until the garbage men arrive to pick it up hours later. And so now the real work began, he had to enter the password he retrieved from the Security Guards's ID#, and then deactivated the alarm systems, shutting every door and window in the building besides the front door. It's not like the people visiting would notice anyway, the owners of casinos hated for people to be able to tell what time it was, so there were few Windows.

And as the last act for his job, besides escaping, would be deactivating the Security's weapon detecting systems. They were officially blind as a bat, in the dark. Any agents by any code name would be able to enter and do so successfully without their weapons being detected. Not doubting that they couldn't handle themselves when detected, of course. And now was Phase two of his plan was in action. He pressed a button on the side of his helmet and spoke into his gas mask, saying :

"This is The Joker, weapon detection systems, exits and entrances, and alarms are shut down. It's a go."

He then placed a chair into the center of the room, climbing up it and kicking it towards the desk, nothing was missing besides the vent cover. But, they most likely wouldn't notice that.

[member="Thicer"]
[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Anya Malvern]

Anya waited outside the casino as soon as she got word of it from her new employer [member="Miss Blonde"], a lady who needed people like Anya that weren't afraid of getting their hands dirty with blood and the likes

She checked her little watch she bought as to not look suspicious plenty of others waiting for friends dates and such She looked part of the crowd that included her dress that had armor underneath it light armor though fir the moment

As she as word came she went and entered the casino and found the first guard she xould pulled her pistol and shot right in the center mass then shot into the air" alright people nothing stupid and we all can leave in peace alright?

She keyed her comm to [member="Miss Blonde"]" miss we have infiltrated and all is quiet" she said as she kept her gun up and looked around

[member="Zerrosk O'tama"]@Thicer@Nate the Bounty Hunter

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Cyrus watched [member="Miss Blonde"] from a nearby rooftop, SMG trained on anyone who seemed too interested in that particular alley. He'd turned off his LED's for this part of the job, as to not give himself away. A patrol speeder turned a corner, the wrong corner. The speeder was headed right for Blonde.

Quickly, Surgeon sent a ping to Blonde about it, hoping she'd act natural, or hide. He didn't have anything to take the security officers without someone noticing, so he'd stand down until he was needed.

Cyrus itched the side of his mask with one of the syringes on his Stinger gauntlet.

[member="Zerrosk O'tama"]@Thicer@Nate the Bounty Hunter[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Sometimes Miss Blonde thought that hiring droids for jobs might of been better, honestly it was seeming like a preferable alternative to a rookies mistake. Scarlet aka the new girl had just discharged her weapon while a police cruiser was passing, and just because the alarm was disabled it didn't mean people didn't own personal communication devices, and currently those were not jammed. So that meant people were going to call the cops, which also meant the operation was in danger due to her mistake.

"Surgeon I'm going to draw that cruiser, hold your position and wait for the signal to advance on the casino. You'll know it when you see it." Blonde said quickly as she strolled down the street approaching the casino.

As she stepped forward she reached into her coat grabbing a concussion grenade and dropping it into the open window of a cracked speeder. Once that was done, she began to walk away casually and soon there was a loud boom that cracked and echoed off the enclosed walls of the underworld. That was the signal for Cyrus of course.

"Phantom, I'm gonna need you to hit the PA system and crank the music really really loud. Find the heaviest bass you can and put it on loop." Blonde said giving out directions to Nate.

"Joker I need you to get yourself ready, we're going to have trigger men in three mikes." That was taken care of now leaving one last thing.

Stepping through the doors of the casino Miss Blonde gave the new girl a death glare that she reserved for people she hated and people she was going to kill, and more often than not those two were not mutually exclusive. But before she did something she'd regret like remove an asset in training she looked to the frightened crowd and smiled.

"Sorry everyone! She's had a bit too much, she's a recovering alcoholic who fell off the wagon. Drinks are on me!" Blonde said as she threw a few credits in the air causing people to cheer.

Quickly Blonde pulled aside her red headed asset and would whisper to her.

"Do that again without my go ahead and I'll bury you." she said from beneath her gas mask.

"Joker those trigger men I spoke to you about, their coming. Their scouts have probably spotted me. Now if you're where I think you should be there should be a ready room bellow you, they are going to arm up to come remove us. Don't let that happen and don't let them get a shot off. I'm going to plant the comm blocker." Blonde said as she walked over to the bar.

[member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="Thicer"] [member="Zerrosk O'tama"] @Anya Loma

 

[Thicer]

Thicer cursed and flung herself to the ground as the sound of blaster fire cut over the music. Going into a crouch as the blaster pistol was aimed at the crowd and not her. Reaching down her hand felt the empty holster at her side. Letting out another curse she quickly started navigating her way forwards into the crowd to hopefully let the other patrons take the blasts for her right as the sound of an muted explosion went off.

Seconds later a woman entered and started saying something about her friend being drunk. Shaking her head as they left she turned and quickly started making her way towards the turbolift. If something like that happened again she was going to want her blasters and possibly some back up.

Reaching down into her belt the Selonian fished out a comlink and flicked it on. "Go get the ship fired up Jann. We may be leaving early."

 

[Anya Malvern]

She was suddenly given a glare that made her froze....this person the boss lady....something about the glare was like ice to the fire....it simply froze her in place as she listened to the lady heart pounding efore she was pulled to the side and spike to as she gulped and nodded shakimg....she hadn't meant to disobey...honestly didn't she was a flame that needed to be trained like a flame on a candle that only did one thing it needed

Ym.yes m..maam" she said as she took her lighter and started flicking it to calm her down as she looked away them followed slowly going along with the act to slowly stunble a bit to make it look real


@Thicer@Miss Blonde[member="Cyrus Falcor"]

 

[Nate Phantoms]

Objective: don't piss off the boss, or we gonna have a problem
Location: upper floors, near the suites.

Without saying a word, he took off, taking another glass from a waiter. As he went up the spiral staircase, a few guards went passes, all giving weary stares. Probably because of his eyes, they did look like y were burning from within, but that's what happens when your life goes to hell: you go with it.

Pushing through the door that led to the maintenance and control rooms, he was soon confronted by two guards. They started to yell at him for being in private space but he silenced the first by shoving the glass into the man neck, the glass breaking; making a rather sharp utensil. As the first guard started to bleed out, Nate ducked a incoming baton strike, and stabbed the man trough the ribs, twisting the glass violently. Stepping over the corpses, he kicked open the door that led to the room that held the controls over the PA system.

It was full of dashboards, security channels, and a hella people working all this things. Damn, why it that he never has what he need when he needs it? With a sigh, he pulled out his Vibro knives, giving a loud, high whistle. Everyone turned muttering, to see what was going on. Within a few seconds, the entire room erupted, a dozen men rushing him from all angles. Hack, slash, duck, sidestep, kick. Everything was natural, running through him like binary code in an astromech. He was extra careful to not let at bodily fluids get on, as he did still have to walk out. Setting his knives down, he sat in the chair in front of the PA system, connecting his data pad and put the music meant for the strip club on, making sure the bass and volume was all the way up.

[member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Thicer"], [member="Cyrus Falcor"] @Anya Loma

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

As soon as the grenade went off, causing a panic, Cyrus dropped to the street and sprinted for an unattended swoop. He zipped down the street, and made for the Casino. He'd go unnoticed as the rest of the area would be responding to the explosion. The security officers pulled over to inspect the wreckage and radioed in for assistance from the fire brigade and investigators.

This gave everyone that was using the wreck as cover, the opportunity to high tail it to their objectives. Another casino, that's where Cyrus was headed. It was going to go better than the last one he'd visited. With [member="Miss Blonde"] directing his actions this time, it would go better, less likely to end up being chased by Sith this time.

[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Anya Loma "][member="Thicer"] [member="Zerrosk O'tama"]

 

[Zerrosk O'tama]

Objective : Eliminate Trigger-men, or at least find them
Location : Venthilation System A-99C


After receiving word that there would be trigger men he needed to eliminate, he noticed that his comms silencer was offline. When he managed to get back into the system, he lifted the vent up and silenced his comms, so he'd hear them, but anyone he didn't want to didn't. He then looked down at his map and shined a light on it, pinpointing his location and then the location of the ready room he needed to reach. After doing so, he took a turn and began crawling through the systems, making minimal noise for the passerby below to hear. As he crawled through the vents, he wondered how Miss Blonde really was when she was mad. Best not to find out, because he enjoyed his life. His life of 95% crime, stealing, and exploring, and his 5% of a normal life. Vacations and more relaxation. A couple of more minutes and he'd be at his location to greet the men that opposed him on their mission. He stopped, looking down through the vent covers below. One of the rooms was a rec room. One of the rooms was a control room, unmanned. The last cent he peered through was his stop, but the trigger men weren't there yet, oh what clever thing could he do to prepare for their arrival? They were heading to a ready room, but the site as hell weren't ready for the force in the room ahead of them. So, he began thinking of clever ideas of their immediate termination, as soon as they entered the rooms. Maybe he'd knock them out with a gas and then dispose of them. Maybe he'd now down the group. Or, he could sabotage their weapons, they sure wouldn't get a shot off then.

And that was what he'd do. He unscrewed the vent hatch and set it aside in the vent system, hopping down into the room below, opening up the weapons lockers before him. And, he got to work. He had disturbed all of the weapons, and they would not fire when the trigger was pulled. He backtracked his steps and closed the lockers. After doing so, he climbed back into the vent, and sealed the cover again. And from there he was done, now he just waited for his new orders.

"This is The Joker... They've been dealt with."

[member="Cyrus Falcor"]
[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]
[member="Thicer"]
@Anya Loma

 

[Zerrosk O'tama]

[member="Miss Blonde"]

(Apologies, wouldn't allow me to edit)

 

[Miss Blonde]

If there was anything that Miss Blonde hated it was loud strip club music, not because of its style or anything but because it was all that was played in back on her home planet that was pretty much a twenty four hour non stop party planet. So when you grew up in that sort of environment you either learned to love the music or despise it over time, and Miss Blonde was the latter of that spectrum. But the music was going to serve its purpose.

With the good men and women of the casino becoming annoyed by the overly loud music they started to file out one by one and the ones that didn't were asked to leave by a few intimidating presences hired by Miss Blonde. This continued for a few minutes until it was just Skinny's boys and the members of the syndicate, and there was most certainly going to be a fire fight.

Planting her tiny self at the bar with Scarlet the woman watched as Cyrus entered the building through the front door to join them. She looked over to the man and gave him a thumbs up and looked back to the surrounding area that was the casino floor. Coming out from doors and balconies the trouble shooters and trigger men she had referred to started to surround them as the music pumped along in the background.

"In the kit that I packed for all of you, you'll find a Enigma Class Gas Mask much like the one I'm currently wearing. I'd highly advise that you put it on right now." Blonde said as she looked over to Cyrus who knew what that meant.

"Gas them. And the rest of you, find me Skinny, their leader. The overweight bastard is probably held up in his office." Blonde said as she remained at her seat.


[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Zerrosk O'tama"] [member="Anya Loma "][member="Cyrus Falcor"]

 

[Anya Malvern]

She stood by [member="Miss Blonde"] and held her gun tightly as she watcged everyone leave or be told to leave before she saw only a few left and those looked armed....goons what were they worth really, she looked around seeing more coming around and mad each decision if she couldn't follow orders easily she'd defend the leader and looked at them

She turned and listned as she pulled the kit off and looked at it before pulling rhe mask out and putting it on and inhaled as she watched the Hud and everything come up and nodded as she looked to miss blonde giving a thumbs up that she was green

She gave a nod and turned waiting for the gas to come

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Cyrus would get his turn! He lit up like a holiday tree, his LED's flashing all of the colors until they stopped on red. Cyrus pulled six of his Bio-grenades, pulled the pins and scattered them around the club. The yellow smoke would fill the whole area in yellow, pineapple scented death gas.

Cyrus pulled his Type 8 SMG and lined up a shot on the balcony. As the gas began to fill the room, making it impossible for the trigger men to see through as their eyes and throats began to dissolve, the gas masks came equipped with infrared optics which were useful when smoke was involved.

The staccato of the SMG rang out on the balcony men, energy enveloped slug blasted chunks away as the high rate of fire tore them down. If any gunmen were close enough, they'd be able to make out the colors on the LED visors, which meant they were close enough to be eliminated by hand. Like ghosts, the Syndicate members could work without the worry of any semblance of accuracy from their enemies

[member="Anya Loma "][member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Zerrosk O'tama"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Thicer"] [member="Keira Ticon"]