Bad Medicine is What I Need [Open to Criminals & Associates]

[Kinley Pryse]

The suns of Lujo were beginning their slow descent, draping the desert in molten gold and long, wavering shadows. The great luxury liner Aurora's Crest cut across the sands like a gleaming blade, sleek, elegant, and humming with repulsor energy as it glided along its mag-rails. Inside, Core World aristocrats sipped spiced wine, draped in silks and jewels, oblivious to the shifting winds of a galaxy now without an Alliance to keep order. They came for the views such as the crystalline dunes, the silver mesas, the promise of untouched beauty.

But beneath that beauty, the desert stirred. Half-buried in the dunes, Black Sun operatives waited. Their speeders were cloaked beneath netting that matched the sand, engines cold and silent. A small army of syndicate muscle crouched in the grit, eyes on the horizon, weapons ready.

Objective 1: First There Was Smoke
Criminals are getting ready to board the train from below. Use speeders and any vehicle you can scrounge up to race alongside the train and board. Once inside you will need to incapacitate the guards and start robbing the valuables off of the rich passengers.
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This job wasn't just about credits or ransom. The intel had been clear: the Aurora's Crest carried more than nobles and tourists. In one of its armored cargo cars sat a fortune in bacta, kolto derivatives, and top-grade medical supplies meant for the desperate fringes of the Outer Rim. To the suffering, it was salvation. To Black Sun, it was profit and power.

The desert wind picked up, whispering through the dunes. The lead operative checked his chrono, then raised a gloved hand. In the distance, the Aurora's Crest shimmered like a mirage, its lights twinkling in the gathering dusk.

Objective 2: Then There Was Fire
Awaiting high above in the cliffs are a band of Black Sun agents ready to take the train from above. When the signal is given drop down onto the speeding train and begin to drill into the armored car holding the medical supplies. Be warned, the guards will hear you drop in so be ready to fight!






The heist was about to begin!!
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[Vyn Ryder]

Bad Medicine is What I Need
Gear: In Bio
Interacting With: Open

Objective 1: First There Was Smoke

A decrepit light freighter slowly made its way across the surface of Lujo, its path meandering, seemingly taking in the sights. So small and unremarkable was this ship, that when it went into a canyon and failed to reemerge on the other side, that it went completely unnoticed by traffic control. In actuality, the ship was equipped with a rather decent (and rather illegal) sensor mask, shielding it against prying eyes. Banking sharply, the freighter sped towards the agreed upon coordinates, hovering idly. They didn't have to wait long. A plume of sand heralded its arrival, and the repulsor train speedily ran below them; the time to act was now. Sharply, the freighter turned into a dive, the g-forces pressing everyone into their seats.

"Oh...here we go..." Gritted Vyn through clenched teeth in the small cargo bay. Clad in his customary rogues leathers, he had a blaze-cutlass sheathed across his back, and a bulky looking pistol at his hip. "Did we really have to let the kid drive?" Even as he spoke, the freighter leveled out, sending another ripple through the compensators.

"He's in his twenties Vyn. He needs the experience. This is the perfect opportunity." Replied his partner, Zeri, a pantoran woman with pink hair and yellow eyes. Clad in a simple leather combat jumpsuit with a blaster at her hip, she seemed ready for business. "Besides he's doing," she was cut off as a resounding clang rang throughout the ship, the freighter bumping against the train below, "...fine. He's doing just fine." She sounded like she was trying to reassure herself, and Vyn was far from convinced.

With an unreadable expression Vyn slapped his hand against the cargo door control, the belly of the ship opening up to reveal the train below. The wind whipped at them furiously, the grit and dust filling the air as the pair appraised the gap. Vyn was the first to jump, the leap calculated, and he hit the roof of the train in a low crouch, the gription in his boots and the magna field in his gloves making him stick as surely as a spider. Zeri followed soon after, and Vyn caught the woman, hand circling around her waist as she leaned away from him. "So...are we going to have that dinner after this, or...?" Zeri rolled her eyes in response - which Vyn noted wasn't a 'no' - and pushed away from him to move across the train's roof to an access hatch.

Vyn followed after her, doing a rather good job of not being distracted by her whole leather jumpsuit ensemble. That focus may have saved them, when the hatch opened and a guard popped himself out to level a rifle at the pair; faster than his brain could register, his pistol was in his hand, the thud of displaced air followed by a glowing actinic green bolt that caught the guard in the chest. Unceremoniously, the guard clattered down the ladder, and Zeri arched an eyebrow at Vyn. "Stun? Really?"

Vyn ignored her, dropping an electrostatic grenade down the ladder access, and waited for the telltale electroplasma crawling across the nearby metal surfaces to dissipate before dropping down the ladder himself. A handful of guards were knocked out cold, and Vyn slapped his hand on a nearby panel to lock the compartments doors.

Thud, thud! Went his maser pistol as he fired it into the roof to get everyone's attention.

"Ok everyone! Currency, jewelery, chronos, and datapads - into the sack!" Zeri whipped out said sack as he spoke, beginning collection. "Don't be an idiot and don't be a hero; you and the train line all have insurance, this won't cost you a cent!" Vyn paused to press his pistol into the gut of an overweight human noble with a ridiculously tall hat. "I see that handheld stunner there big boy!" Vyn cracked the butt of his pistol into the man's gut, doing very little damage, but making the man double over. "I reiterate: don't be a hero over insurance. This is why you pay your premiums folks!" Slowly but surely, the sack was being filled with rings, necklaces, fistfuls of credits, scarves, and anything that remotely looked valuable.

Kinley Pryse