Back To My Roots [Black Sun]

[Seris Vant]

The sky was thick and sickly as it always was on Nal Hutta. It may even rain. Which as you'd imagine isn't to healthy for you. If it happened to though he could just go back inside. Rayl was at a shooting range. He needed to vent some steam and shooting targets full of holes was good for that. Recently he'd stepped down as the Underlord, but that wasn't his troubles. Leading took up so much of his time and the responsibilities kept him away from the field to much. He yearned for the old days when he sailed the stars and raided both ships and planets. His years in Black Sun opened up other doors though. He had more connections in his holodex then most people even knew in their entire life. So anything he wished to do was a possibility, not just piracy. Money wasn't a concern either, he was filthy rich; disgustingly rich. Whatever he would do now was for thrill or personal interests.

Rayl aimed down the sights of an MP-77 pistol. He had a fancy new helmet with a computer system to help target foes and do other tasks; and some fancy 'new' duds to go along with it. As soon as the target popped up he cracked off three shots. One glanced the edge and the other two were on target. Still that one short of perfect. But he wasn't worried, he was a pro shot but not everything lands.

The target dropped back down at the end of its track. Rayl put the safety on and stuck his gun back in a holster. Something still nagged at him though and shooting wasn't solving it.

 

[Amarant]

[member="Rayl Wilded"]

Ash looked at his colleague with a sigh. "Still too loud, man. Nice grouping, though." The well-dressed murderer and lawyer adjusted his tie and sighed. "Seems like the Pirate in you is getting stir-crazy, eh? I know that feeling. Before Nar Shaddaa, I was that feeling." He lit a cigar, loaded with a mixture of spice and ground bota leaves. The smell of it was sweet and heady. He smiled, "blowing" a smoke ring out with a small fan in his throat. Important to keep up appearances, after all. He grinned wickedly. "You wanna help raise a little hell? I could use an assist on a nearby rock. Things have gotten out of hand for us."

 

[Atlas Kane]

The barrel of a gun pointed at a single target about twenty meters away from its exit. The barrel belonged to a Tenloss Corp. manufactured Ambassador Revolver. It was a pretty good weapon, though it was rather hard to handle and in the last couple months, Azalus, the man holding the gun, had not been too good with it. He needed to improve. Now usually he'd just gone on a murderous killing spree against some low gang on Coruscant or Nar Shaddaa, but things like those got boring and repetitive after a while, so he decided to try something different once.

So he stood there, just relaxing and aiming the gun a bit, before firing off six shots in a matter of seconds, trying to hit the target with every single one. After the loud noises and bright flashes were over, he looked at the target and smiled underneath his mask. He had shot six bullets and there were six holes pretty close to each other in the target. It seemed he had improved from his last try, where only five shots were on target and one had gone somewhere else, probably hitting some poor nerf-herder in the face, though that's only what Azalus liked to think, in reality it had probably hit the wall behind the target.

As he was reloading though he heard something. There was a man talking about "raising a little hell". Of course, to Azalus this meant causing some destruction or killing someone, so he decided to learn more. "What was that about "Helping to raise a little hell"?" He said, turning to the direction he had heard it from to see two men, one well dressed, the other looking like a regular Bounty Hunter or Mercenary.

[member="Mr. Ash"] [member="Rayl Wilded"]

 

[Akanias]

The assassin walked until he stopped and saw the grouping ahead of him. There were three of them from what he could tell, and he supposed he was right since his senses rarely lied to him. Something in his mind told him that he should trust his abilities more than he should trust his actual eyes, even if he usually covers himself up in his armour.

The silent sentinel stopped upon the edge of the group and he tried to understand what each and every one of them did within the Black Sun. He was new for the most part, but he was still a decent assassin, since he was still alive after all.

"Don't be too enthusiastic."

[member="Azalus"], [member="Mr. Ash"], [member="Rayl Wilded"]

 

[Seris Vant]

[member="Mr. Ash"] [member="Azalus"] [member="Astraios Blackhand"]

"Its been about a week since I stepped down as the Underlord and already there are upstarts causing trouble". Rayl took a step in closer to match distances between the others. Dammed did this burn him. It was an insult to everything he had done to build up the Suns and now someone was poking holes in it. A real travesty. Folding his arms over one another he prodded further as to what was the deal. "So whats become such an incident that you can't just use the army to put it down. I didn't build it up with wet noodles. That karkin' force is solid". Rayl sighed a little but his mask muttered the noise. Rather his body exposed the truth of it. "To many Civies? Valuable assets"? Azalus and the new fellow he'd yet met Gerion looked quite capable of helping in this sort of situation. Rayl sufficed this was a spec ops deal where a best of bests were needed. Ash didn't ask many favors of him so something was important.

 

[Akanias]

He looked over to the past Underlord, and he raised a single eyebrow behind his helmet in curiosity. "You must be quite the problem solver." The voice came from the silent, black clad being that was Astraios the Blackhand. There was an amused look upon his face that was hidden by his helmet, and why not? Apparently this one man could solve problems, problems that an army couldn't.

It was saddening.

[member="Rayl Wilded"]

 

[Amarant]

"Calling in the army is overkill, and would attract press, which I'd rather avoid. Hell, calling in you three is likely overkill," he said with a hollow, tinny laugh. He pulled a holo-projector out of his pocket and brought up the picture of a Hutt. "This is Jazzar the Hutt," he said calmly. "Jazzar was in our pocket, and made pretty standard payments and tributes to keep us from interfering too heavily. he was kind of dumb, but useful. He helped move money from certain people to others, mostly using non-traceable private gem dealings as a front."

He brought up another image. A devaronian in a green robe with a Twi-lek on one arm and a Rodian on the other. "This hotshot is Jazzar's majordomo, Kilethri. Long and short of it is that Kilethri killed Jazzar and now runs things." He nodded calmly to the group. "He has yet to pay us any of the usual niceties or fees, or say anything to us about his plans. I've got nothing against downing a Hutt, especially since Jazzar wasn't actually that good at his job. But, Kilethri's gotta learn that he needs to stick with the Rest of the Suns. If he's gotten too big for his britches, you ventilate the idiot and our informant, Roseyn, will take over." He switch to another image, a burly-looking Elomin with an obvious scowl on his face.


"Kilethri's gang is pretty powerful on the planet. But you're a ruling Black Sun, Rayl. You put someone in charge there, and make it look like it matters, and well, he'll actually have some authority to stay in charge. If you have to drop a few idiots into a trash compactor, that's fine, but no invading armies or full-scale planetary strikes," he said calmly. "We need this area to not resent us by the end of the week, and while I could throw the army at this, it seems like that'd make a much bigger mess."

He looked at the other two. "You guys can tag along. Don't die, don't go insane, and don't kill more folks than you have to. There'll be a paycheck at the end of it," he said, appraising them. Both hiding behind masks, although he could see well enough to know the one in lighter clothes smirked at this. Cocky little kid. Oh well, he wouldn't call the kid out on it--didn't need everyone knowing he had infra-vision. He saw soem fairly standard weapons on each of them but nothing terribly surprising.

He smiled. "To answer you, kid, I'm a damn brilliant problem solver. You can ask the last two planets I saved," he said calmly. "Words give the muscle meaning. Remember that."

"The current hangout is the Tachyon Flux, a Nightclub on the east end of Colos city on the planet of Morradan. It's a tough town, mostly miners and gangers. The Dathosi Brothers Jewel Shop is the business in question, you'll want to secure possession of that deed as well, so we have the leverage."