Agent Down

[Connor Harrison]

Corellian Sector, Nar Shaddaa​

Hutt Space​

How could Ben Trasker refuse an assignment that would potentially crack open the Black Sun crime syndicate? Easy; he couldn't.

As the Black Sun reached to all areas of the galaxy, wherever they were, danger, death and decay followed. It was only a matter of time before their operations proved to be something unstoppable in a galaxy ravaged by war, desperate people turning to the Black Sun for a way out or a quick fix in dark times.

Navigating his GIA cruiser across the skyline of the seedy Corellian Sector on Nar Shaddaa, he cast his eyes over the heavily populated moon that was home to more crime, corruption and underworld activity than even the depths of Coruscant.

Amaul Jaris, aka 'Blitz', a Black Sun crime lord, was rumoured to be operating in this very sector of the planet with a large drug trafficking scheme in the works. Would he be present? Hopefully, and if so Trasker would be the one to bring him in or take him down.

He'd dealt with worse, but it didn't make this any less dangerous.

Trasker nose-dived gently out of the skyline just outside of the bright, blinking lights of the sector and into the darker side of the district where thick smoke rose from factories constantly active and twisted metal rose into the atmosphere from warehouses and the large, looming machines.


[member="Blitz"] [member="Sawa Ike"]

 

[Blitz]

Ever since the onset of the Republic moving into Hutt Space - things were looking a little less profitable. That didn't sit right with the half-breed. His operations were beginning to really take root, and his fingers were moving into various crags of every society to influence and drive his product and his goals to a level that was conducive to his needs, and his wants. The man was not just a thug, he was so much more than that. Blitz had proven to be a mastermind, weaving scenarios and putting the corrupt into power. That's what this was, a power game - a game he played quite well. Much like the game of Quest that he was currently mulling over in his current location. The holographic beasts flickered and strobed with the connection across systems with one of his more intellectual associates. They often played this game to keep their minds sharp, and their strategies in check. Aside from the game, he was waiting on a call - a new potential partner of his was en-route to a distribution center he had setup and wanted to make sure was being kept away from the prying eyes of the Republic's officials.

Smoke curled from his custom deathstick as he punched in the new coordinates for the large blue behemoth to step two spaces forward, locking his opponent into a gambit situation. Digits pressed and steepled together, awaiting the next holographic play to commence. He'd been able to circumvent the spying eyes of the Republic since the overturn of the planet's grand scale dominion, but it was only a matter of time before he had to act against the Republic openly to secure his empire. The Black Sun still held the mother planet of Nal Hutta in their sway, which bought him a considerable advantage in trying to deal with the Republic. Their own forces were already trying to deal with a Sith Invasion that had stolen their homeworld in a brilliant upstage. Blitz was fond of that kind of notion, and it spoke volumes about the power of determined minds.

A communicator lit up on his console, and he slid the Quest game aside as he opened up the secure channel with his contact.

:: You at the address mah sister? I trust all the product is resting intact? :: He asked the holographic display of a woman who looked no older than in her mid twenties, but was apparently pre-dating himself by a few dozen centuries. And he thought he had a long life span with his Epicanthix blood.

[member="Sawa Ike"] [member="Ben Trasker"]

 

[Sawa Ike]

[member="Blitz"] [member="Ben Trasker"]

Sawa had been curious, after waking up and helping fight for the sith she had been wandering trying to find what she could. A small smirk on her face though while she had gotten the ship's pilot to do as sh said. The fangs in her mouth coming away from the throat of one of the crew before she retracted them. They had been talking about a large score and a shipment... that was enough for her. Even in her time she knew illegal substances could and would add to her wealth. She could rebuild in time and dragged the pilot with her as the man on the holovid came into view. She didn't know if he had met the others but she was the sista here now as a smile came across her face. "Yes it is." Her voice was smooth and she enjoyed the feeling after feeding.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Trasker craned his neck to check the area below in the Chemical Refinement District, a maze of warehouses and industrial tankers and hulking machines. The perfect place for the Black Sun to operate from.

He tapped a few small buttons and flipped a switch on the dash of his GIA cruiser. After a second or two, a green lit flashed on the holo-projector meaning he was online with the GIA Headquarters. The male voice crackled into life from the speaker.

"Unit 01 connected. Report.

"Trasker reporting from Nar Shaddaa. Corellian Sector, just outside the Chemical Refinement District on the tail of Black Sun."

"Confirmed Agent Ben Trasker. Initiate detainment of suspect.

Trasker banked right to bring the cruiser down outside a number of large red cylinders, probably full of gas or fuel. The red and blue flashing light bounced around the steelwork, illuminating the space around the cruiser.

"With pleasure. Back-up requested for unknown number of suspects, and I'm sure they will be armed and quite dangerous."

He smiled to himself as he killed the engine and reached over to take his blast-helmet.

"GIA operatives not in Hutt Space at present. Directing two units to your location, Progress with caution. Out.

The monotone voice cut-out, leaving Trasker alone once more. He shrugged a little at how blunt front desk were being, but it had been a long day with no sign of getting quieter. Trasker kicked open the door of the cruiser, a soft whine as it raised upwards letting in the warm, humid air of the planet.

Easing himself out and crunching down onto the gravel floor, Trasker took a breath and affixed the helmet to his head, pulled over the clip that secured his blast-vest (the second most important bit of kit he had) and rested his right hand on the butt of the DC-15s sidearm blaster (THE most important).

All he could do was slowly move around the district before him in the hope he spotted something. Anything.

[member="Sawa Ike"] [member="Blitz"]

 

[Blitz]

Now that one of his operatives was in his district to inspect the shipments, and the goods - he put the game of Quest on hold. It was normal dealings with his opponent across the stars, their games lasted months at times, never more than a few moves at a time. Amaul sat back in his throne like chair, and puffed out another plume of smoke while he registered the woman's very summarized report. Brows furrowed curving underneath the digital displays of his glasses as he steeped his fingers before him. Krieg - his loud mouthed and loyal beek-monkey was scampering about his lair generally causing enough mischief for Ofta to groan at. Green eyes closed behind the shades while his mind opened up to the potent chemicals racing through his bloodstream. The custom deathstick between his lips bringing an ethereal high to his mind, letting it drift on the cosmos and touch the unseen.

The fog of smoke seemed to blend with the visual of fog in his mind. Slowly the clouds began to separate, pulling apart, and thinning considerably. He saw her - more than he could through the holographic projector inside his warehouse. Sawa was inspecting the goods, keeping track of the shipment log manifests, and making sure that there wasn't a single thing out of place. As much chaotic disorder that was in his personal life, he preferred his product to be carefully stored, and organized. After all, he wanted accurate records if he was going to receive accurate payment. The vision swirled and focused on Sawa's youthful face before noise resounded outside. Blaster fire took down one of the security droids outside, and a door slammed open. White hot light filled the empty space as a few blaster bolts zipped by and immediately flash-boiled the vampire's brain, cutting out out of the picture in an instant. Soon a face appeared, a large jaw and military cut hair. He was brandishing a weapon, and he was shockingly alone. The vision swirled again, giving a good bead on the man's face before it zoomed back out at lightspeed and the image went dark.

Blitz never understood the reason he had these clarifying visions of potential pitfalls, but the intoxication of the drugs in his system never let him make much sense of it, since they didn't happen in the times when he was more sober. The Force wasn't something he was aware of possessing, but it had chosen him, and not the other way around. The pain behind his eyes caused him to reach up and pinch the bridge of his nose. Readjusting his glasses, he tapped the comm array and reported to his informant in the Chemical Refinement district. "Be on alert little lady, you've got some unsavory lawful types heading your way. Da south hangar has a few security measures - I'd suggest bringing them online before the party is crashed." This wasn't exactly a suggestion, but an order that he believed would save her life, and keep her dealing for another day.

[member="Ben Trasker"] [member="Sawa Ike"]

 

[Sawa Ike]

[member="Blitz"] [member="Ben Trasker"]

Sawa heard the sounds, her hearing almost straining but she looked around carefully. Slowly and silvery eyes roamed over everything while Blitz spoke, her mouth hung open for a moment as a hiss of air came then a light shlick. Her fangs snapping into place more like a snakes for safety and protection. She gave a nod of her head though to the suggestion and moved out of the open. Going for cover while keeping an eye on the good. "Understood." SHe moved hugging the wall for a brief moment and then looking up while wrapping the force around her limbs. SLowly and focused before crab walking up the wall while the energies pulled to keep her hands and feet connected.

 

[Connor Harrison]

The planet was teeming with activity, he could see ships above high in the atmosphere as he looked around the warehouses before him. Lights blinked above and a ghostly silence was surrounding him. This was a very secluded district and the perfect spot for the Black Sun to operate from.

Trasker stepped over a large pipe as he drew his DC-15s and held the butt firmly in his right hand, his body turned slightly to reduce the amount of his body on show for stray blaster fire. It was too quiet, so maybe the information had been -

- wait.

There.

A series of thumps and bangs coming up ahead. He froze and listened. Wild animal, wandering drunk or something else; he couldn't be sure. The sidearm was tight in his hand, his eyes narrowed as he gently walked forward. Bingo. A few feet away from him stood a security droid. A light beam came from its head, scanning left and right for any sign of intrusion.

Slowing down and staying low, Trasker knew this was going to be the start of something big and the longer he could keep quiet, the better. Looking around, he noticed a series of pipes running between the warehouse beside him to the ones further up. Vaulting over, he stuck to the pipe and arrived the near end of the warehouse wall, the droid a few feet up head to his right.

With a quick and precise shot, Trasker levelled the DC-15s and fired two blasts at the droids head, erupting it into a shower of sparks, the thin body falling backwards with a satisfying crunch.

Trasker ducked by the pipe and waited for any retaliation or clue as to what, or who, and where this droid was protecting them from.


[member="Blitz"] [member="Sawa Ike"]

 

[Sawa Ike]

[member="Ben Trasker"]

Sawa continued to move and listen, then the shots came as her eyes flicked to the different crates and she knew there was more security here. Reaching out to open one of the crates and release more of blitz's droids and climbed higher into the rafters and shadows. The strength and speed from feeding more then enough while she slinked onto a metal beam. Her body moving silently and looking down while droids and the defenses moved. Her hand didn't grip the saber on her hip just yet but she was enjoying the thrill of the hunt. She wanted to see who was coming after this place and let them meet whatever fate.... maybe a thrall.

 

[Connor Harrison]

An eerie silence was broken by the sound of mechanics whirring and loud banging, sounding like a small army amassing, in the warehouse before him. Smoke rose from the downed security droid.

The cool breeze from the planet tickled the back of his neck as his mouth went dry, his eyes fixed ahead in the dark, scanning for any movement. His sidearm pointed forward, he started to move ahead hugging the large pipes feeding in, or out, of the warehouse.

With no windows on his route, Trasker felt blind and only had his reflexes to hand, but as long as he stuck to the shadows and protected his back he SHOULD be ok, or so his training had always taught him.

Cresting the corner, peeking out slowly, there was nothing ahead. Just more crates, pipes and blinking lights in the distance for landing craft bringing in more supplies and resources. Glancing upwards, a few infa-red security cameras were pointed towards the warehouses, so that would be something he should take out.

Raising his blaster firmly, closing one eye to line up a shot, he fired one blast and took out the camera opposite the warehouse he was by, the sparks fizzled out quickly enough. He didn't wait and ran forward to a stack of crates underneath the now-defunct camera and waited.

Still nothing, and that worried him. Where was the security patrol? Was it really a bad piece of Intel that-

THERE, again!

The sound of mechanics thumping like a printing press or hydro-crane came from within.

Large red doors were now in front of him enticing him to try them to move into the warehouse and hopefully an office or admin room. No keypad evident, it was just a sliding mechanism that would either be locked or not. If there WAS activity inside, he assumed it wouldn't be.

Trasker stuck low and waited a few more moments, hoping the backup he requested would arrive before he decided to venture inside, hopefully, but on his own.


[member="Sawa Ike"] [member="Blitz"]

 

[The Upright Man]

Nar Shaddaa
Corellian Sector
Chemical Refinement District

A solitary figure crouched atop a rather large and imposing waste container. The cylinder was massive in size, with old light red paint starting to crack. Her footsteps were as quiet as a mouse. An AMR-1 anti-material rifle was slung over her shoulders. She was adorned in the ALS-XI series reconnaissance armour. It was unique in design, with only a single suit produced. She had paid good money to some corrupt officials to have it made. Oh how easy it was to pay off a greedy Chiss. She fell to a knee as she hovered over the precipice. Mist and steam swept across the barren landscape of factories before her. She knew this territory, and tried to avoid it when she could. She didn't associate with the Black Sun Syndicate. Her gloved hand reached up to her helmet and flicked a switch. The visor altered it's receivers and began to display infrared vision. A swath of heat signatures were shown, all of it belonging to the factories. She needed to only find the bare hints of a sentient. Though it provoked the question why someone who avoided the Syndicate was in Syndicate territory. The simple answer is; a bounty. Criminals didn't like G.I.A operatives and it was a quick credit, albeit dangerous, to hunt after such operatives. She had caught wind of a one [member="Ben Trasker"] currently planet side. Intelligence says he was in the district as of an hour ago.

 

[Connor Harrison]

"This is Trasker at the Chemical Refinement District, Corellian Sector. Where's that back-up?"

Speaking into his wrist-com, only a click, a beep and burst of static came back from it as he hissed to reach HQ. They should have been here by now at least.

He cursed to himself and stuck low to the pipe. The whir of heavy machinery was still coming from inside the warehouse and nothing else. He didn't have time to fear the unknown, that wasn't his style. He had a job to do and couldn't wait forever for a presence that may not appear.

Turning on his heels, he slid over a red pipe and moved to the rear of the warehouse, looking out towards a further web of pipes running up and underground with some reaching to the sky spitting out orange flame. It was a like swarm of dragons on the horizon.

To the rear of the large warehouse there was rows of large dirty windows, obviously never cleaned by those inhabiting it. But now what? Smash the window and alert his presence or wait for back-up that may never arrive. No. If he was going to move in, he should face the danger head on.

He returned over the pipe down the side of the building and stepped over the smoking ruin of the security droid to face the sliding door. Gripping the handle with his left hand, Trasker slowly pulled and it started to open, almost conveniently but not unexpectedly if there were people inside.

Keeping his sidearm up, he slowly continued to pull the door across, allowing the mechanical buzz from inside become louder. Peering into the dark warehouse, Trasker scanned his eyes over and waited for any sign of activity.


[member="Luminous"] [member="Sawa Ike"] [member="Blitz"]

 

[Sawa Ike]

[member="Ben Trasker"] [member="Luminous"]

Sawa continued to listen as she moved slowly across the metal. Keeping every muscle tight in and measured when the sound of the doors being opened drew her attention with a flick of her eyes and small baring of teeth. She moved her form slipping more into the shadows while she listened to everything else around her. Someone else was there on her senses edge but she couldn't find them for the most part. Even advanced senses and stamina had her only able to do so much. She sucked air in through her teeth before letting it out in a small hiss.

 

[The Upright Man]

Nar Shaddaa
Corellian Sector
Chemical Refinement District

She lowered herself onto the flat of her stomach. Her hands reached over her shoulder blades to reach for the AMR-1. She rifle slid over her back and into her grasp. She shouldered the weapon and peered down the scope. The infrared vision died out at the flick of her fingers. She had her target; [member="Ben Trasker"]. She began to slot the magazine into the stock. High-velocity, armor-piercing. They'll take the hat off a trooper at two thousand yards. And they ain't cheap. They were 1.2 centimetres thick and 10 centimetres long. Good thing is her contractors paid for her ammunition, she just delivered the head with some extra credits in the account. The caliber itself is one of the largest, most expensive, and heaviest conventional slugthrower ammunition available.

Lily was so focused on the target in her crosshairs she couldn't even begin to hear the mechanical movements of a security droid inching behind her. Something came crashing down beside her, narrowly missing her prone body. In surprise her body had tensed, her relaxed index finger had slapped the trigger. A thunderous boom echoed in the otherwise relatively quiet district. The sound of lightning had come from her anti-materiel rifle. The caliber itself would miss her target, churning up a great pile of permacrete beside him as it collided with the ground. It proved just how devastating the attack would have been if she had hit him. She rolled onto her back, heaving her rifle around with her. Her hand pulled back the bolt and loaded in another caliber. She had to act quickly. She fired off an unaimed shot into the thick of the security droid hovered over her. The shot itself punched a fist-sized hole in the machine, the force of the hit sending it to slump backwards.

Boosters activated in her jetpack. She was flung off the cylinder and into flight. Anyone in a square kilometre would have heard her two shots. The element of surprise was lost, all thanks to her own carelessness. She had no idea there would be droids wandering about. She had to act fast and quick. She spun her body around, hovering some thirty feet in the air. She shouldered the AMR-1 anti-materiel rifle and peered down the scope, attempting to relocate her target.

[member="Sawa Ike"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

With no warning, a loud crack rang out in the sky which instinctively made Trasker wince and duck as the impact of the wild blaster shot spat up chunks of the building and dirt beside him. Eyes wide, he cursed and fell backwards into the warehouse to take cover down on the ground behind the door. He didn't bother wasting a shot out into the blind darkness outside as it would simply be pointless. There was someone else out there after him, a security guard or merc at best, so it was now do or die.

As the machines whirred around him, the noise was thankfully not deafening but monotonous and constant to make listening for any hostile that much more difficult. Steel low by the door, Trasker looked back to take in the warehouse; split into two floors, it seemed the processing and packaging and calibrating was carried out on the ground floor and the admin on the second, a few glass dividers housed what look like old files and cabinets above. The warehouse was large, but at the same time rather empty.

The chips were down and his card was marked. Trasker turned and hurried low over towards a desk by the door which looked like the front desk. Nothing glamorous and strewn with papers and a strange potted plant that seemed to be dying as the lights from outside tried to shine through the murky windows, Trasker gripped the side-arm and kept his eye on the door. However for some reason he didn't expect whoever it was to come through as easily as expected.


[member="Luminous"] [member="Sawa Ike"]

 

[Sawa Ike]

[member="Ben Trasker"] [member="Luminous"]

The shots that rang out had her eyes flicking up as the opening door and man coming in brought her attention, with a silent footstep she jumped grabbing and holding herself on a beam. Stopping just enough to readjust and focus until she was in the shadows. Then she smelled it, the sweat and musk of a human as her silvery eyes flicked down bringing several thoughts quickly as she crawled along the beam. He was looking outside and distracted by whoever was taking shots and that gave her the advantage for the moment before she dived. Her body feeling the force and all senses focused on what she wanted to do. A quick drop with her arms wrapping around the man before she touched the ground and getting her teeth into his neck before he could react. Her speed could be impressive and possibly do it, just depended on the angle and how aware he became.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Something caught his eye moving up above to his right, but it was too late to take action. His head snapped up to look and see the girl leaping towards him, an animalistic look to her face and posture.

Eyes wide in surprise, he turned his body and brought up his arm as she collided with him. She was light, but had a strong grip and knocked him back onto the floor. It was then he felt the sharp bite against his neck. Letting out a yelp of pain, he brought his left hand up and grabbed the girl by the hair, violently pulling her back and accompanying with his right boot to push her off him sideways.

The pain was sharp, and the wound started to throb. Raising his blaster and training it on the girl, he touched his wound with his free fingers, find a nasty little puncture mark and his blood weeping from it. He hesitated for a second, bewildered at where she had quietly come from.

"What the hell are you? Make a move and your dead..."

It felt like a burning sensation in his neck, and he cursed himself for letting her get so close.


[member="Sawa Ike"] [member="Luminous"]

 

[Sawa Ike]

[member="Ben Trasker"] [member="Luminous"]

The boot to the chest and getting thrown hadn't been part of the plan as Sawa was thrown back and felt her body crumple then roll. She popped back into position crouching low to the ground and starring at Ben with silvery eyes as her mouth dripping small trickles of blood. "Well you are here and trapped human, I'd surrender and accept your fate." Her body jerked fast, moving with more speed as she went to the side running. Her eyes remaining on the target but letting his scent now with blood let her keep him in her sights.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Trasker held the wound, now slowly forming a small scab but still seeping blood; his gun trained on the woman before him.

"In minutes this place will be crawling with agents, there's no way out for you."

She darted, and Trasker shot a round, it missing her and exploding into a filing cabinet on the back wall, shards of burnt paper were thrown into the air. He side stepped quickly to mirror the girl, moving faster than normal. He was trying to keep the distance between them both. Trasker's eyes darted around for signs of another ambush, but there was nothing except the machinery and the girl.

The one who fired the outside shot was nowhere to be seen...but that didn't mean they weren't around.

"Who are you working for here - and what the hell are you? I won't ask again..."

[member="Sawa Ike"] [member="Luminous"]

 

[Sawa Ike]

[member="Ben Trasker"]

Oh this one was amusing her now and she stopped following him some with a flick of her eyes but letting her own reflexes be the aid. The force would be helpful but even young like she was by some standards of her species (some lived well into the ten to twenty thousand range from feeding) she had some heightened strength and speed. "I am just someone trying to make their way in the galaxy." Her grin returned now though before she moved mostly eying that cannon in his hands while silvery eyes searched for his. She reached out with the force and with her aura for the wound, for her saliva in his neck and sent soothing. She had gotten a nick..... not enough for what some could say is full control but energy vampires made thralls of those they fed off of. She wanted him to want her to bite him again.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Suddenly Trasker felt rather light-headed, almost relaxed and devoid of the urgency carrying him on. He eyes blinked tightly as he tried to shake off the strange feeling he had in his head. Bringing his hand up to steady himself on the desk before him, Trasker was slowly trying to sidestep to mirror the seemingly possessed girl opposite him.

What was going on – what was this strange air of willingness he was feeling?

”You…you’re a Sorceress, or an animal…you – you’re not human…”

Eyes narrowing, he opened his arms to the girl, almost goading her on, that bitter determination in his voice, almost now a growl.

”Come on then…you want this? Come and get it!”

Trasker flicked his eyes to the com-link on his left wrist, and there was a green light blinking which meant there was a response from the G.I.A, and hopefully they would be en route soon, or better, arrive with that back-up.

[member="Sawa Ike"]