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[Cryax Bane]

Cryax checked his Datapad again. With the Mirari droids seeking out the assailant and the Ravens security team swiftly mobilizing, it looked like the fracas was pretty well contained. Some attention-craving schmuck trying to make a name for himself by going nuclear on the casino. The Dragon Palace attracted these guys like moths to a flame. Cryax shook his head.

He waved his hand at the group. "Keep your weapons ready just in case I'm wrong, but it looks like everything's being taken care of now at the Casino. Sorry, Cross, you may not get to shoot anything today after all." He chuckled.

The Chiss looked at the very talkative green-eyed fellow who had just joined them, "Do I know you?"

He settled back down into his seat with a groan and frowned as he found that his soy Bantha latte was now cold.

[member="Cross Ikon"] [member="Uhl Lasha Unu"] [member="Jen"]

 

[Ryan]

Location: Dragon Palace

Not exactly what the mass murderer expected. He thought by now he would be chewing on laser bolts and other unfriendly manners of death bringing. "Pussies!" He would snarl, barley audible to the screaming and moaning of the feared, injured and dying populice with in the building. Panic and chaos was pure music to the soldier of fortune's ears.

Like commanded he had halted his onslaught, but it was more due to the fact is pulse cannon needed to cool down and a energy mag needed replacing. It just happen to be good timing. There was a legion of security personal taking up positions and waiting for the command to lay waste to the violent intruder before them. Two men stood out as leaders, the big bosses at that moment in time making the calls. The big bambinoo aka Colap and a man that Xar did recognize Xalus, unfortunately. Xar cared not for the raised threats and bravado talk from Colap and mostly did ignore his commands, it was Xalus that him concerned. Betraying him at this moment and placing him in harms way was going to lead to some harsh dinner talks at the table with his their daughter.

Fek it, a job is a job. Xar would thrust backwards making a bolt for the exit in full retreat. He would at the same time drop a thermal det at the lobby's entrance as a diversion for his escape attempt. Now, Xar ain't no superman and he was just staring down a legion of security personal and other forms of mercs. His sudden movement would of been met with quick soldierly reflexes and a barrage of fire at him.

Xar was tagged multiple times by the time he got to the main entrance and just before his Thermal det went off. The bounty hunter would limp across the street and into the alley way that had direct view of the entrance. The thermal det would of caused a rukus but it surely would not have slowed down the security folks or mercs by much. They would all be looking to get his head on a pike now.

Xar leaned his back against the hardwall as a wave of pain finally struck him. "FEK!" He would grind through his clenched teeth. He could feel the many heat scores upon his armor but more pressing was the two bolts in his right ass cheek and another fleshy burnt wound on his good arm. The wound that had him most concerned was the one that left a burn trace across the side of his face. Must of been the big bambinoo's attempt at a head shot. Xar's movement slightly saved him from getting brained dead before he could escape.

But now he was injured, outgunned and mobility was an issue since he just ran past his speeder bike and hid in the alley. He raised his blaster rifle, loading a thermal grenade into the launcher below the barrel. Game aint over yet and more hurt to come. He took aim at the main entrance waiting for anyone to come out, resting himself against a garbage bin that he could use as partial cover.

Current Location: Across from the Dragon Palace in an alley.

 

[Naimes Ahn-Dross]

Antecedeant
Street Level
Near the Dragon Palace Casino

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...Eos Minus, now known as Antecedent, was an odd world operating on the fringe of the galaxy and known to be a seat of power for the group known as the Red Ravens. The Mandalorian had contact with them but his dealings were limited in the extreme, Naimes primary loyalty would always be to the Mado'ade, however his motives extended beyond mere service to his adopted culture which drew to the relatively isolated world. He had set down on the surface of Antecedant and left his Light Freighter docked at a sector spaceport where he could return to it at his relative leisure once his time on the world had been completed. Disembarking his spacecraft he would have taken to the streets in a relatively short amount of time dressed in his Aliit'gam with an underlay of armorweave, both of which were concealed over a long, rustic, duster that hung down to his ankles....

...as a career soldier Naimes went relatively few places unnarmed so it can be expected that he had a variety of grenades on his person alongside his Fett-Kal Trenchknife and the Kath Hound Shotgun that was concealed in the confines of his duster and held via a shoulder strap coming down from his right arm. Maybe it made him look a tad bulky but Naimes was a large man without it so it shouldn't set him apart to much; this wasn't his first rodeo either so it can be assumed he was fairly adept at concealing his weaponry...

...once he was on the ground he'd move towards the Dragon Palace Casino, his footfalls coming casually, the most popular building in this district of the planet though he'd have scanned the area as he moved ahead. Holonet cafes and other businesses lined the streets here. Up ahead he caught the sound of gunfire in the distance which caused his brow to furrow briefly before he spoke into his comms..."Do we have a target?"...who exactly he was speaking to remained a relative mystery at this time but as he stood at street level his head would turn and he'd begin to scan the surrounding area slowly and with some amount of attention paid to different details. Perhaps he was looking at the people, seated and enjoying themselves or maybe he was looking for an alleyway to duck into to bring himself into a more advantageous position but regardless he remained both ambiguous and noticeable at the same time...

...his chest rose when he inhaled a breath and he moved ahead, footfalls coming slowly as though he were in no hurry though the safety on his Shotgun had been turned to the off position. He'd squint his left eye and use the infrared implant to begin to scan the warm bodies in one of the cafes before he looked away and moved on past the window he'd seen them through...​

 

[Terys Rocabel]

[member="Cross Ikon"] [member="Jen"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

Uhl scowled at the redhead and his apparent readiness to shoot something. Why must young people constantly insist on withdrawing their guns? He shook his head when the young man also mentioned that he had no sweetmeats on him. "What kind of person doesn't carry sweetmeats? Don't you know they're vital? Doesn't matter."

He turned to answer the Chiss's question. "No, in fact we have never met. But I'm a historian. And it's unfortunate that you aren't going to the casino anymore. But you should!"

The Orrananan's eyes began to go from the excited green colour to a deep, nostalgic-looking blue. "You young people, always missing chances to record history. Ah, it's a sad thing indeed. That's one thing I've noticed about where this galaxy's going, yes." Uhl wagged his finger at the three. "Always wanting to record the big stuff, never realizing it's the small stuff that matters too. Such a shame, such a shame."

He looked back down at the Chiss. "So, Techno Man, I take it you don't have any sweetmeats?" The old man glanced at the lovely young lady to whom he'd given the coffee. "What about you?"

 

[Cryax Bane]

((redacted))

 

[Ryan]

((OOC: Nothing to see here, carry on)))

 

[Cryax Bane]

((redacted))

 

[S1-000384]

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DD-S1 Designation: S1-000384
Status: Active

The six-foot-five tall DD-S1 security droid moved from through the under-dwellings of the casino. He had awoken when the fighting began. Each footstep was followed by a resounding 'thunk!' that was drowned out by the loud music above. His neck craned to investigate the crowd, there was a drone of audible movement as he did so. His sensory data picked microscopic details no organic eye could. Once more the droid delved into its core memory, accessing his software for the appropriate connection. Blaster scorches. His ability to access this information took only a matter of 0.00012 seconds, his onboard computing system timed it. He turned to the entrance, system files updated by CryptNet indicated assailant fled from casino.

Target: Searching . . .
Objective: Apprehend if possible.

S1-000384 was a towering menace. His movements while not erratic, appeared strict and tight. It was far from the fluid movements of any organic creature. He stood before the entrance. He stood there silent, comprehending this influx of new data. His body turned rigidly and began to march onto the streets. His processes began calculating chances of survival rate for a single-organic attack on the perimeter. Current security tags affiliated. Core analyse dictated a survival rate of 0.1% for organic runtime. Dictated by an equal chance of survival against an DD-S1 series security droid, then multiplying the droid count by one-thousand, as per security detail of casino.

As an officer-programmed DD-S1, S1-000384 was capable of gathering as much of the security force and sending out impulse binary commands as deemed necessary by his programming. After recent attacks, of which both assailants had gotten away, it was deemed necessary that half the security force would be utilised for the apprehending of the individual. A wavelength pulsed invisibly out from his core, signalling five-hundred S1's roaming the casino, leaving a skeleton crew to continue basic operational commands. Since the attack they had moved towards the lobby and were on standby for any call. Now they were coming. The armada of red-coated, black trimmed S1's began to flood and pour onto the streets as though a dam bursting from pressure. They filled the roads. In perspective, their numbers were great enough to form an entirety of an ancient Republic Grand Army clone battalion, with the other battalion remaining inside for routine patrols.

S1-000384 reached to his thigh and retrieved the magnetically attached SIW Sharpshot, and simultaneously the other five-hundred droids did so. The very sight was haunting and eery, as a quietness had descended upon the streets. The only sound evident was their arming. An ocean of data swarmed in from every direction, all centred upon S1-000384. He sifted through the information, a matter of microseconds to analyse, catalogue and archive each data-record. Latest intelligence from S1-000726 indicated the assailant had moved into an alleyway nearby. The command went out, the unit of five-hundred began to turn. Mechanical gears filling the night sky. They raised their submachine guns, ready to subdue the criminal, and if not possible, eliminate with extreme prejudice. Their voice blanketed the sky with a mighty boom, as all spoke as a single entity; "Surrender. You are under arrest. Failure to surrender will result in most unpleasant protocols."

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Xar"] [member="Naimes Ahn-Dross"]

 

[Myrlyn Stormstarr]

Location: The Badwazi Bean

Myrlyn was sitting at a table next to a window, filling out an application for employment at the coffee shop. Sure, it wasn't exactly the highest-paying job, at least he'd make some money to send back to his family on Coruscant. And some money is better than none in his philosophy.

Just as he was finishing with filling in the amount of hours he was willing to work, he overheard someone saying something about a casino under attack. He looked behind him and saw that the speaker was the Chiss with his leg propped up on a chair he saw when he entered the cafe. The Chiss seemed was conversing with three other people- a young woman, an old man, and a Hapan.

His curiosity getting the better of him, he got up from his chair and walked over to the group. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. What's this about an attack on a casino?" he asked the members of the group.

[member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Jen"], [member="Uhl Lasha Unu], [member="Cross Ikon"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax turned to the kid. "It seems to be contained now. In fact..." The Chiss stood up and pointed out the window, where there about five-hundred S1 security droids marching down the street.

"You don't see that everyday, do you?" Cryax grinned at the young man with the scar who had just joined them.

"You look familiar. Have I seen you somewhere before?"

[member="Xar"] [member="Naimes Ahn-Dross"] [member="Myrlyn Stormstarr"] [member="Uhl Lasha Unu"] [member="Jen"] [member="Cross Ikon"] [member="S1-000384"]

 

[Myrlyn Stormstarr]

Myrlyn looked out the window and saw the droids. "No, that isn't something you see everyday." he agreed.

He turned to the Chiss. "Maybe you saw me at one of the other places I was filling out job applications for." he said.

[member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Jen"], [member="Uhl Lasha Unu], [member="Cross Ikon"]

 

[Terys Rocabel]

[member="Myrlyn Stormstarr"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Jen"] [member="Cross Ikon"]

The old Orrananan threw up his hands, absolutely baffled. Gesturing from the young scarred man back to the Chiss, he asked, "So what, Penisla Debis here doesn't get attitude when he barges in, but when I ask the same question, I do? I even gave you a coffee!" Uhl threw his hands up in the air. "Uhl becon de Aa'kua! Li maluhil mia kor! Li bruli mia animo! And the drones, the drones! Oh, I have missed my opportunity!"

He then turned towards the young man. "By the way, my name is Uhl Lasha Unu." Uhl held out his hand. "The best historian in the galaxy. And I'm not bragging because it's true. I'll give you 1,000 credits if you can guess what language my name is in, and another 500 if you can guess its meaning."

 

[Myrlyn Stormstarr]

Myrlyn shook the old man's hand.

"Myrlyn." He said. "Myrlyn Stormstarr. And I'm guessing that your name is in...." he made a face that clearly says he has no clue as he tried to find a plausible answer.

After a couple of seconds, Myrlyn decided to just give up and reply with a snarky answer. "Selkathese and it means 'Coral-Head.'"

[member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Jen"], [member="Uhl Lasha Unu"], [member="Cross Ikon"]