Dominion Benevolence | CIS Dominion of Montitia

Eternal Storm · Jan 11, 2021

Montitia. An obscure, poverty-stricken world on the outer edges of the galaxy’s expansion region, the world had been at best a footnote in the history of the galaxy. A resource, a production statistic, Montitia’s only value came from the lack of regulation that allowed corporations and less-savory organizations to regularly exploit its populace for cheap labor.

But that would be the case no longer. The Confederacy was a nation founded on uplifting the poor. Fighting for the downtrodden. Being the voices of the discarded in the galaxy. The Confederacy was a nation of the silent majority that was silent no longer. And Montitia’s pleas for mercy would not be ignored.

Thus, the Confederate Charitable Society for the Underprivileged, a private organization funded by many financially-successful and affluential citizens of the Confederacy moved in, making Montitia their latest recipient of goodwill. Aboard their ringstation, the Charitable Sun, members gathered from across the galaxy to participate in a collaborative performance in which all proceeds and donations would go towards the Society’s newly-established fund for Montitia.

However, the spotlight cast on the planet did not only attract goodwill. There were many, much stealthier actors at play -- Criminal Syndicates who wished to evacuate their assets or even double down on the recent influx of credits on the planet. Corporations who did not wish to see their profit margins drop by one credit. And those in the Confederacy who were dedicated to stopping them. For while the rich wined and dined in the sky, the people fought below in the Underworld.

What will your story on Montitia be? Will you participate in the charity event and donate credits towards the poor of the exploited of the world? Or will you perpetuate the cycle and try to steal a deal for yourself?

Gathered aboard the Charitable Sun in orbit of Montitia, join the Confederacy’s famous figures for a talent show. Watch as the Confederacy’s most affluential members make a fool of themselves on stage, or maybe even show bravery by performing yourself. Remember, all proceeds go towards the Society’s fund for Montitia!

The corrupt leadership of Montitia Consolidated, a former subsidiary of the now-defunct Corporate Sector, is on the target list for black-ops elimination in hopes that the corporation will dissolve and a freer government can take its place. Volunteer your blaster for this mission and aid in the liberation of Montitia.

Montitia is a world ripe for the harvest for those who are willing to exploit what and whomever for their own gain. But that does not mean that the shady actors of the Underworld are going to collaborate; no, quite the opposite. In back alleys and corridors, a syndicate war for the planet is brewing. Throw your stake into the pot and potentially walk away with a prize well worth the effort.

Montitia is an open world for your stories to tell. Enjoy!

Ar'tal Ktruok
A Arisone

Archon Xris

Ashelia Solidor
A Aston Jacobs

Bullwark
Caesar Kenway
Cazo Thraos

Corvus Dravere

Colton Renth

Corran Watts
Cypher Rage

Damsy Callat
Danielle Mueller

Jayce Pryde

Decious
Dispara

Draconis Sederius Wolf

Easy-G97

Eli-Mae Forrest
Elsasca Selcoc
Eryneth

Fawn Alzi
Faye Malvern

FN-1138

Holt

Krystal

Kyber

Maani

Maur

Nimue

Nine Lives
L LGMForever

Pravus Cruento

R4-AUD

Rabbit

Rann Thress
Rayne Centaris

Redd
Ryk Gaelir

SC-A1

Vanric Dannon
Vemric Keldra

Veronika Fleischer

Vess Sadragen
Vio Doni

Kyyrk

Kat Decoria · Jan 11, 2021

Objective: 1
Location: Station
Tags: Serena Denko
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Kat brushed her hair and had it sweeping all to one side, she adjusted her dress feeling a bit of nerves since she had not seen Serena in a while and memories of them spending the day together on Atrisia had been fun. One of the few "dates" that Kat has enjoyed in a long time, especially since she had felt comfortable in her own skin. When she heard that the CIS were hosting a charity event, well Kat knew that she had to take part and offer her support to the cause. She was CEO of a company, nothing major but she was pleased with its size and the profitability of the company. Kat wasn't carrying any weapons, she knew better than to try and figured that if she needed to fight she had the Force and her Echani training. Wandering around the station, she realised that the dress was quite something from the many comments she had gotten, some polite and respectful and others, others were less so but those guys tended to have a weird trip and hurt themselves. Must be so weird draft.

Entering the charity show, she noticed that all proceedings were going to a worthy cause, she donated a decent amount under the Decoria Industries. Thinking it would be good for the company to be involved in charitable events and not just building weapons and ships for combat uses, even if it was equipment to support civilians and innocent lives, she wanted to do something different and give back in a very different way. Looking around, she hadn't spotted Serena around yet, she must be early then since she wasn't sure if she recognised anyone around. Walking over to the bartender, "This is the charity event hosted by the CIS right?"

The bartender nodded before offering a chuckle, "a little early though, things haven't kicked off yet but means you can get a good seat and start things off if you want."

Kat couldn't help but laugh deeply, "I have not had enough drinks yet to get on stage and not sure my dress is really suited to show off my talents." Kat chuckled as she looked around for a nice looking table not too far from the stage.

Aya Lin · Jan 11, 2021

Objective: Eliminate Montitia Consolidated Executives
Location: Roof of Montitia Consolidated Corporate Center
Equipment: Specialized Anti-Hazard Combat Armor | BAW-77 Tactical Blaster Rifle | BAW-57 Heavy Blaster Pistol
Callsign: Bursa
Mentions: Open

The immense tower scraping the skyline was locked down. With the CIS presence on the planet, Montitia Consolidated executives were preparing to leave the planet and run with whatever assets they could take. Security personnel patrolled the building, making sure no one would get in or out. MC couldn't risk their employees running out and snitching to the Confederacy. Unlucky for them though, they were on their way. The MC executives have locked themselves in the tower's safe room until things have died down, hoping that the CIS would let them be but they were wrong. The tower was surrounded and a detachment of the Naboo Expeditionary Force was sent to seize any assets and eliminate the MC executives. Lieutenant Aya Lin lead a detachment of 12 operatives, dropships were taking them to the roof of the tower which was crawling with corporate security. As mounted laser turrets were turned on them, the dropships pressed on with doors sliding open allowing their turrets to mow down the hostiles on the building, taking no casualties. With the threat eliminated, the dropships lowered onto the roof allowing the operatives to proceed with their mission. "Alright this is going to be a clean sweep." Aya announced, "Treat all targets with extreme prejudice, if someone lifts a blaster at you you're free to open fire, salvage whatever data you can find but above all, make sure our primary targets don't escape. We'll do this by the book and clear every floor. They have nowhere to run so let's not be reckless."

With that out of the way, Aya took the point as she lead her 11 troops down the roof staircase, to the highest floor. The door was locked, and their was bound to be hostiles waiting on the other side. "Alpha stack up, flash and clear." Aya ordered as the squad confirmed and stacked on the durasteel door. One of the operatives sliced it and another was ready to throw a flashbang. When the panel clicked the grenadier approached the door as it opened and side threw the grenade, blinding the two security guards on the other side. The squad moved into the other room clearing the immediate hostiles and were met a hallway junction. Alpha squad opened fire on security forces as they made their way down the narrow halls. "We'll spit up here, Alpha, Zeta take the left. Charlie and Echo move right we'll meet once the floor is secured." With orders received, each team moved down the halls, eliminating security as the encountered them. With the amount of narrow space they had and being the top floor, this was obviously the executive floor and also here was an information bank where the company's records were stored. A path of dead bodies were left in their wake as the two means met at another junction with a distinct durasteel plated hallway, this had to be where the info bank was. As the two teams treaded, automatic turrets had descended from the ceiling. "FALL BACK!" Aya screamed as they all retreated to the cover of the hallways where the turrets kept firing. Signaling to the operatives beside opposite to her, Aya would get both turrets to fire on her while two others would eliminate them and in a split second, their plan went into motion and the turrets were destroyed.

Converging on the duratseel door, a breach charge was placed. When it was primed, the demo specialist activated and blew the door wide open. Rushing in they pushed on and eliminated the security agents that tried to stop them until they came across another safeguarded room, shouting could be heard on the outside.

"They're almost in, did you delete everything?"

"aagh just about I need a few more seconds."

"Stand back I'm gonna shoot the fething thing-"

The door exploded as Aya and her operatives rushed in and shot a security agent and a corporate employee who pulled a blaster on them. The room filled with multiple terminals stored with corporate data was their gold mine. "Zara, Jenari store everything you can, Charlie and Zeta watch the entrance."

Lliara Daeva · Jan 11, 2021

The door parted and three men strode into the room.

"Confederacy is making a move for this world. We're going to take advantage of the chaos to grab loads of credits. Get the men and--" Silence descended over the room once all three were within the confines of the room and the door closed behind them. Pale gray eyes fell on the back of the chair on the other side of the Leader's desk. The chair was turned around in a manner that could hide someone behind the high back, and that wasn't how the man had left his throne. A silent gesture motioned for the two flanking him to approach on either side.

They got half way across the room when the sound of glass clacking atop the wooden mini-bar snapped the tension in the room. Everyone's head was on a pivot, and every pair of eyes fell on the black figure that suddenly appeared on their left. Someone that hadn't been there a split second ago if their eyes were to have been believed.

Lliara had been enjoying top shelf whiskey at their expense waiting on them to return. Once they had, she sealed up her helmet again and waited for the men to try and 'secure' the room. They weren't prepared for someone that's spent considerable time polishing their ability to become invisible on multiple levels. Once they were in position stealth became unnecessary.

Before the blasters could be trained on her, One gloved had lifted from atop the edge of the bar. A casual, effortless gesture that sent one man catapulted back into the other, and together participating in an intimate meeting with the opposite wall from Lliara.

Not about to be taken out without a fight, the leader of the outfit pulled his own blaster. The featureless intruder, however, was already upon him. Her fingers wrapped about his wrist with enough force to solicit a grimace as he bent to the side with the fire coursing up his arm. The blaster soon dropped from his numb fingers.

That matter dealt with, Lliara slowly strode over to the nearby couch and sat down. Her left boot casually kicked the leg of one of the henchmen off the table in front of the couch. "Sit." The synthesized voice had an unmistakable feminine quality to it. The clip command and physical display only a few seconds earlier, however, conveyed more than she'd vocalized aloud.

"You're planning to move against other organizations. You don't have a lot of time before Confederate forces target you for elimination. Each of your targets has something I want. I'll tell you how and when to strike, and in exchange I get what I came for. Deal?" Lliara stretched her arms out to either side along the top of the couch cushions. The red line of her visor stared across at the man as he slowly moved to sit in the chair opposite of her.

A short time later, Lliara strode out of the facility and scanned the surrounding area. Mark the third off the list. Lliara smiled within her helmet. Soon there'd be a deliciously violent engagement where a Mirialan could get everything she ever wanted. At least for today. There'd be plenty to acquire tomorrow. Perhaps she should pursue another target... the more struggling to survive, the greater the payoff.

She paused for a moment to check her arm-mounted display.

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G 3 M 1 N 1 · Jan 11, 2021

Corporatism, Gem could get behind a freely regulated market, there was nothing inherently evil with that. After all, in most worlds, the ability to freely trade goods without a tyrannical regime seeking a piece of every pie was a blessing in the stark few places it existed. It was one of the reasons she enjoyed her time in the CIS. It did away with such foolish and illogical ideals which would prescribe to such thoughts that would take from those according to their ability and lend to those according to want or desire. But where a corporation conjoined with, or sought to replace government formed a voracious two headed beast that would seek to devour worlds. The market here was no longer free, or just. Exploitative to the core in her short amount of time here she had analyzed data which suggested hostile and in many ways underhanded corporate take-overs. Blackmail, subjugation and racketeering which could only be seen in these amounts on a planet hounded by the Hutt Cartels... Gem would happily help be the end of a world like this.

Gem had spent the better part of the time since her briefing listening to her AI assistant running over possible calculations of the events that could transpire within the confines of the building. As, for the first time not behind the wheel of the ship, Gem had decided that this was to be her first mission. Although she was here as a contracted member of the Dire-wolves, with the CAF holding the top of the building it would only make sense that to have the VIP's retreat they would need to make their way through the ground floor and breach their line, or, they would have to have another method of escape. Gem had seen that there were more than a couple of tunnels and networks that ran beneath the building. A Tower that scratched the skies like this would have an under-earth foundation of at least seventy feet deep. That was seven stories at least of basements that they were able to put to use to their own ends. But first came the gun-line.

Instruction: When charging a gunline you must keep your defenses forward and ensure to chart a path that is has the highest ratio of cover:distance traveled. The AI would suggest yet again as Gems visual sensors would see the lines trace across the ground with possible attack routes. The assault on the building had not begun yet, but no sooner than the Anti air guns fired on the drop-ships, Gem, as a contractor to the direwolves would begin her sprint. Auxiliary power routing to her shields as she would begin to deplete her secondary power core as her primary put every spare drop of energy it had into the thrust of her point repulsar-lift generators as she would rocket towards the barricade. People on the ground would stare up in disbelief, only to bring their eyes down as Gemini was already mid charge up the stairway to the entrance of the building. The call for alarm would raise as the turbolaser turrets and F-Webs would begin to power up, shield generators coiling around them and their gunners as Gem would draw her new weapon...

The side of her thigh would open, ejecting the hand-cannon from it as she would draw a speed loader from her jacket pocket. Eyes burning, violet light streaking across the open plane as a twin tailed comet rushed their position. Levering her now loaded pistol as she would target each of the F-Webs one after the other. Setting a timer for 5 seconds from now as she would fire four shots for the ones closer to her. Sparks would fly as the bes'kar bullet would crash into the gunsheild of each of them. As the timer reached its destination each of the shot F-Webs would explode in a spectacular fashion, catching the blaster gas lines as four fireballs would erupt claiming all of the men around them. People would scream, panic ensuing as combat would break out in the square security forces diving behind cover long enough for the CAF forces to take their positions, beginning to open fire on the larger threats as the pitched battle for the bottom floors began.

The enemy had the high ground, several more F-Web blaster cannons and two Turbolasers... there was no way in until at least the big guns were dealt with.

Kyyrk · Jan 13, 2021

Voph stood in the shadows near the bar, looking quietly over the gathering crowds. Voph might have considered performing himself in an event such as this, but for now, he was content to support the efforts from afar. The Remnant had gathered, and agreed to make a sizable donation to the fund. Privately and anonymously, of course. The only sign that the Remnant even knew of this event was in the form of Voph standing among their numbers now.

Voph's form was unassuming. For the most part, anyways. His typical black armor and cloak wrapped around him like a shadow, a new emblem perched on his left shoulder. On the Right, just barely visible as black upon black, the Confederate Hex. The Left, a series of crescents. The mark of the Remnant. Voph chose to forgo the helmet on this evening, instead settling for the simple blindfold he so often wore. The night was young, the event hardly started. And yet already Voph was itching to leave. He'd returned to the Confederacy because they were in need of help. This wasn't the kind of help he'd had in mind...

Tags: Open to Interaction...

Rann Thress · Jan 14, 2021

S E L F I S H N E S S

Tags: @Open!

“Where is he?” A voice, barely above a whisper, asked another from the shadows of an alleyway.

“He’s supposed to be here. Dank ferrick, he’s supposed to meet US here!”

“Have you never dealt with their type before? Think they’re better because they can move some rocks around with their minds. And have a lasersword. Overrated.” Came a bolder reply as the speaker, a Twi’lek man, stepped forward into the light.

“What are you hiding for anyway? Confederacy being here isn’t going to change anything. People like our new partner are gonna make sure of that.” He continued, whispering, “if he ever shows.”

The first speaker, a human man, followed the other into the light, “Call me paranoid. All across the planet, other Syndicates are getting strong armed, busted up, or straight up annihilated. Just. Today.. I don’t want to meet the same fate.”

“I think you worry too much. It’ll be fine.”

“Of course it will.” Came a metallic reply.

The two men jumped, the human man yelped in surprise and the two turned towards the source of the voice.

Rann Thressed stepped out, as if materializing from a wall. His black long tunic shrouding his body, gold inlays and patterns danced around the clothing. His hood raised to cover his head and upon his face, a new, Mandalorian inspired helmet. Intimidation factor, and style, dictated it’s appearance. Blood red with golden flowery imagery covering it, it seemed more decorative than protective, yet Rann approved of the look. And the distortion it caused his voice? Sublime.

“Sorry to have taken so long.” Rann eyed the two men as he spoke.

“W-well, Lord, i-i-its fine.” The previously cavalier Twi’lek struggled to speak.

“No need for nervousness, friend. We’re business partners afterall.” The two men nodded and stumbled over their words.

“Now as I understand it, your syndicate has it’s headquarters somewhere around here?”

The two men nodded. The Twi’lek spoke. “Well...Yes. We were to meet you here, then bring you there after we confirmed you were alone. And….it looks to be you’re alone.” He pulled out a small device from a small bag on the ground and held it up to Rann. A scanner of some sort.

“No tracking device or active communication.” He said to his compatriot. The human man nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Well Lord…. If you’ll just follow me.” He gestured a hand, and began moving into the darkness of the alleyway, Rann following close behind him with the twi’lek following Rann.

They walked and criss crossed in the alleyways for what seemed like hours. Darkly lit corridors, sleazy businesses, questionable characters, all the tell tale signs of a super secret syndicate hideaway. Finally, they approached a small door. A big Zabrak bouncer stood in front of it, eyeing the three of them. The human man flashed a card and the bouncer stepped aside, allowing the three of them access.

Once inside, Rann gazed around. Sabaac tables, people dancing in cages, acrid smoke, unbelievably loud music that Rann did not hear from outside, and the unforgettable smell of a Hutt.

Rann continued to follow his guide into a back room of the Den. He was brought into a long room with a table in the middle. At it’s head, the Hutt he could smell. Around the table, several fine dressed people of various races and species. Armed guards set about on the walls, Eyeing Rann as he approached and sat down. His two guides bowed to the Hutt, turned and exited the room.

“At Last. My Lord. Welcome.” The Hutt bellowed in Huttese. Rann nodded his head.

“Now that we’ve met… perhaps in good faith you’d share your name with us? We took a very great risk meeting with you knowing so very little.”

“As soon as I know my name, I’ll tell you, friend.” Rann replied.

“But the very nature of our business..-”

“Let’s be clear. You have exactly two choices. You deal with me, you get shut down. That’s it. And I’m a nameless, faceless, unknown. So. We dealing or no?"

The hutt sighed and nodded.

“CIS forces have begun their colonization of our fair planet. As you, of course, know. This necessitates certain….arrangements. The Unionist party you represent. We can gain legitimacy through them, and can be free of scrutiny from our new Overlords.”

“Of course, your Greatness.” Rann nodded again.

“So, with Unionist patronage, we can continue our businesses across Montitia."

“One problem.”

The table looked at him.

“This arrangement implies… a split. I want it. All.”

The hutt stared at him and laughed, then the table joined him. Rann started laughing too.

“That’s not how we do things, Lord. This is a partnership.”

“No, it’s not. You need me. I don’t need you. This would be a parasitic relationship, not a partnership.”

“Oh? And what would you do if we refused?

Rann chuckled and drew his lightsabers from his waist.

Pssheeeewww

Pshoooooow

“I was never going to give you a choice.”

The guards along the sides of the room took aim and fired at Rann, and Rann leapt forward into action. As he moved along, the Syndicate Bosses fled towards the back of the room, or braver ones drew their hold-outs and fired upon Rann.

"Fire! Fire! Focus on him!"

"Everyone Shoot! Kill him!"

"No! PLEASE! AAAAAAHHHHH--"

It made no difference, Rann deflected and reflected the blasters back at the shooters, injuring or killing the guards as he approached to deliver the killing blow to the brave bosses themselves.

As he continued, a whirlwind of motion and blaster fire, Rann quickly defeated his armed enemies. As he approached the last guard, he pulled the poor soul towards him and impaled him with his lightsaber, before throwing the lifeless body away. With that last death, he left only the cowering bosses and the Hutt at the end of the room.

Rann quietly approached the group. Older men and women, some cowardly young’uns. No real threats.

“Truth be told I was never going to deal with you. I just figured you were desperate enough to ignore the very obvious red flags. And you did. Bravo.” He laughed and charged at them.

A few minutes later, Rann was done. The room filled with death save him and the Hutt. Rann disignited his lightsabers and sat down, staring at the Hutt.

The Hutt stared back at him… bewildered and afraid.

“Make no mistake, worm. You belong to me. Whether or not I kill you is… well, I’m undecided. Your little bosses were an issue. But you’re King Sleemo. You can work.”

Rann kicked his legs up on the table.

“So let’s start discussing a new deal.”

Lefwen Claskier · Jan 14, 2021

Tags: Open

"Here he goes again asking stupid questions."

"It ain't stupid, I wanna know why half of the boys are doing jobs for this lot the minute they move into the system. You really think you can trust 'em?"

The two Weequay had been at it now for the entire journey. If subtlety had been a requirement in their profession then the pair of them would have been busted long ago. Luckily for all of them, the other travellers in the oily, clanking carriage were more likely to blast any enforcement officers they saw than report anything suspicious.

"They swoop in out of nowhere and just 'cause they've got a fancy name and some shiny droids you reckon they're gonna improve the system?" the second Weequay continued. "All I'm saying is that no-one's doing this galaxy a favour just 'cause it feels good. They want something, and that ain't gonna be good for us."

Lefwen was sick of listening to their arguing but she ground her teeth and continued to look out of the window as the grimy metalwork that made up Montitia's landscape scrolled past. It was possible the jumpy one had a point: none of the people on Montitia seemed to really know quite what to make of the Confederacy. However, it could hardly be worse than the current state of affairs. And besides, one of their contacts was paying Lefwen handsomely for this job.

The train grinded to a halt and the two thugs made their way to the carriage door. Lefwen followed loosely, threading through the crowd to keep eyes on the tallest of her two marks. Their path took them through the cargo terminal and past the coaxium refinery that leered over the star-port before finally disgorging out into a relatively open area hosting one of the city's many junker markets. Droids of all shape, size and condition clattered and clunked along podiums as punters shouted their bids and piles of rusted machinery and components littered the tops of innumerable stalls. Despite all the chaos, however, the Weequay gangers moved with a purpose through the crowd, and Lefwen followed two-step behind. Their path took them through the thickest section of the crowd, and soon it became impossible to keep sight on the marks. Lefwen allowed herself to feel out through the Force, seeking for the recognisable pattern of their thoughts which she had been studying for the past hour. They were easy enough to detect, and they quickly lead her exactly where she had hoped they would.

At one end of the junker market was a small stall. It was modest in comparison to its neighbours, and the machinery it displayed was clearly little more than scraps ripped from centuries old ships and landspeeders. Nonetheless, this was where the two Weequay finally came to a stop opposite a impish-looking Bomewright with more prosthetics than flesh. Lefwen placed herself beside one of the opposite stalls and observed as the Weequay and the Sullustan talked. It only lasted a minute or so, and finally a door opened behind the Sullustan into the warehouse that backed onto the market. One of the Weequay threw a few credits to the Sullustan before both of the gang-members disappeared into the warehouse, leaving the Sullustan to slam the door behind them. None of the three men noticed the small piece of scrap metal as it scraped along the ground and stopped in the door frame, or the fact that the security door failed to make the usual CLINK sound that signified that it had locked.

Lefwen pulled the communicator from her belt and held it to her ear. "Found the likely place the weapons are coming from: large, derelict warehouse; east side of Julru market." She paused and lowered a hand to rest on the blaster at her waist, her eyes fixed on the Sullustan trader. "Heading in to confirm now."

Starla Morello · Jan 14, 2021

Attire: [xXx]
Tags: | Open |

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It was adorable really, the way this little show was thrown together so that the big wigs at the top of the chain could have a more humane side shine through to those who otherwise viewed them as more than that. Though, perhaps it wasn't such a little show, really. While the Lady Morello had not been here too long, and would most likely stay less time than most, she was still here now. Thus far she hadn't seen anything less than entertaining, and that was what kept her meandering close enough to keep an eye on those who dared to venture the spotlight.

But really, Starla had other reasons to be here. While on the surface she appeared to be a contributor to the charity event going on - and she was! - beneath the surface there was more going on. There was always more going on when one was dealing with the Viceroy of Xorrn, and yet she wore such an immaculate mask of aloofness when it came to any and all seedy things, that there was never a reason to point a finger in her direction. Not that there would be a thing to tie her to such business if there were ever those to point a finger.

As it were, Starla was merely waiting to hear of ongoings of things in seedier places. Movements, groupings, whether such a place was ideal for family members to...investigate. There was nothing truly sinister going on, nor nothing that could really be frowned upon. Especially in consideration to some of the things anyone else were up to at this point down there in the Underground.

So for now, Starla kept her gaze directed on those who continued to contribute to this charity. She had a drink in her hand now, one arm across herself so that the elbow of her glass bearing hand could rest against it and keep balanced when she wasn't sipping from it idly. For the moment, all was quiet - well, as quiet as a talent show could be of course. But who knew how long that would last, one way or another.

Baros Sal-Soren · Jan 15, 2021

DiscipleQuest 2: Tainted Sample

The sound of foot fall could be heard down the darkened back street alleyway. Puddles splashed and rodents dispersed with a skittered of their germ-encrusted claws. This hurried set of foot steps were followed soon by a second, more focused and faster paced set footsteps. The later of these two belonging to Baros Sal-Soren has he barrelled head long through the back alleyways of Dranet, a small southern hemisphere city on Montitia.

It was the deputy?

His and Valere's pursuit of the next to last Disciple of the serial killer known as TBK had brought them to Montitia several days earlier. Their focus had been on the corrupt sheriff of this small nothing of a town, but it had been the deputy all along. Valere had been jumped, knocked to the ground, and then the weasel of a man had set to flight upon seeing Baros coming in the door to check on the noise. Having checked on Valere, she had assured him that she would be fine, and to not lose the deputy, Norres Phlehm. And thusly, Baros obliged with a pursuit through the pungent backstreets of Dranet.

The pursuit did not last long. The deputy seemed to be oddly out of their depth. Given the corruption they had uncovered, he was not surprised that the polciing officials were incompetent in anything actually related to their real job. Baros rounded a corner at near break neck speed before slidding through puddles of stagnant water to come to a stop. There standing before him, back turned to a chainlink was Norres with his hands gripping the fence behind him.

"You don't know what you are doing. I have learned about the Isotos. I know about what you have been doing...you are just a pawn...a sorry sad little pawn in a much bigger game."

Blaster raised towards Norres, Baros scowled. "Shut your mouth, schutta."

"Or what...you will learn the truth...how the Isotos are sending you away from your pregnant lover to be their little clean up crew for their own messes...and when everything goes wrong...they have you to blame," he replied with a sneer.

Visibly disturbed by the private information that Norres had just brought out, Baros shook the blaster pointing with each word. "We are doing the galaxy a service getting rid of the likes of you, Norres."

"Getting rid of me...and where will I go after you deliver me to your honourable benefactors?"

With a quick motion of his hand, Baros turned the blaster to stun and fired. Norres crumpled to the ground. All of the previous captures had left a pleasant flavourful taste in his mouth, but now it was more gall of bitterness and fear. How did he know so much?

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Teyla Sal-Soren |

Rann Thress · Jan 15, 2021

S E L F I S H N E S S

Tags: @Open!

The big, yellow eyes of the Hutt were wide with fear and he stared at the man sitting in front of him. The room around them lay filled with death. Syndicate bosses and guards littered the ground, the walls pockmarked with blaster fire and scorch marks

“Wh-wh-what do you want?” it asked, and Rann looked around, observing his work in curious thought.

“Right now? Hmm. I don’t know, truth be told. I didn’t need to do this. The CIS would have shut you guys down eventually anyway. Or maybe they wouldn’t. I dunno. I didn’t care.”

From behind him, a shuffle. A pained groan as one of the guards, a survivor of Rann’s rampage, struggled to make it to the door. The sound of movement caused Rann to turn and observe. A slight chuckle escaped his lips and he rose to his feet, approaching the man.

“Still alive? Impressive.” He asked, crouching down next to the man, who turned to look at him.

“You’re a freak...a monster. You’ll get yours…” he whispered.

“One day, maybe. Not today. Not like you.” Rann replied as he placed his lightsaber hilt against the back of the Guard.

Psssheeew
“AaAaggh…-” the guard cried out suddenly before falling silent. Rann withdrew his lightsaber and disignited it, returning it to his belt and rising back to his feet.

“Misplaced loyalty. I wonder. You think he, or any of them, would have chosen to die for you?” Rann asked, turning back around to face the Hutt. His question was met with silence as the Hutt failed to speak. Fear had taken hold completely, and Rann sighed as he approached the Hutt again.

“Guess I’m just talking to myself, then. Okay fine then you can just listen.” Rann spoke angrily as he raised his right hand, lifting the slug with the force and choking him. The hutt gasped and his little arms flailed about aimlessly, grasping pointlessly as his ‘neck’.

“You and your kind are done here. This planet is mine, not yours. Not the cartels or syndicates or whatever. Your businesses are mine. Your men are mine. Your employees are mine. You have a day to leave.” Rann sneered as he dropped the Hutt, producing gasps from the slug.

“You should thank me for letting you live.”

“T-t-thank you…”

“You’re welcome.” Rann replied as he drew his lightsabers from his waist and re-ignited them.

“But you said!” The hutt said frantically.

“So I did. Seems like I lied.” Rann laughed maniacally as he charged the Hutt and impaled him with both lightsabers, ending the life of the Hutt as it flailed about again wildly, desperately, trying to stay alive. As he withdrew his lightsabers, he disignited them and returned them to his belt before going back to sitting at the table again.

“Busy day.” He said, laughing.

Gerwald Lechner · Jan 16, 2021

S O N G A N D D A N C E

Wearing:xxx
Tag: Open

”Well here goes nothing,” Gerwald said to no one in particular.

The point of the night was to raise funds, a relief fund of sorts, and the best way anyone could think of was to have the higher ups in the Confederacy embarrass themselves? Gerwald could have complained all he wanted, but instead he decided that he would give a good show for those that were there. Sure, there was work to be done, but who said that he could not jump into the fray after letting out the one secret only a handful of people knew.

Gerwald Lechner could sing and dance.

“Liar”

It was the one response Naedira had given to the wolf when he claimed that he did not dance. He had not since that not, or at least not since she had died. It was difficult, knowing the one thing he had only shared with three people, and the last one being someone he loved deeply, was about to be put on full display for all to see.

Gerwald closed his eyes as the music began.

The introduction was not long, so Gerwald had to move, and move he did. Grabbing a microphone the Lupine took to the stage. He was dressed casually, but a bit nicer than what typical casual was for him. There was nervousness in his voice as he began to sing. While others knew he could dance, Gerwald had never sung for anyone before. The closest he had come to it was mouthing the words of the last song he had shared a dance with Naedira, right before he dipped her.

It was now or never.

“I’m still standing like a true survivor…”

As Gerwald sang, he began to move. The dance was not choreographed in any sense of the word. Gerwald simply moved in time with the music as he sang. Whatever it looked like, it was natural, but more importantly, it was impressive. The wolf knew how to dance, and dance well.

Everything was a blur. He would not be able to tell you what happened, just that the applause at the end felt good. Letting out the secret felt good. This was new and different for Gerwald, but at least he had enjoyed it.

Teyla Sal-Soren · Jan 16, 2021

D I S C I P L E Q U E S T 2
Tainted Sample

Location: Lakecountry, Naboo
Equipment: Lightsaber, Ashlas Guard
Song: XoXo
Tag: Baros Sal-Soren

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The afternoon of Solelu's lakside air was pungent with the fragrance of mila flowers wafting through the gardens that Teyla found herself sequestered away in, her surroundings covered from top to bottom in opaque greens and pastels. Filled with the light side, Teyla floated.

There was a sense of calm serenity surrounding her presence, highly aware of the ebbs and flows of the Force that connected all things as life blossomed around her like a vale of vernal energy. Digging deeper into that wellspring of energy plunged her further down into the meditative state. There, she found something... else, right at the edge of her peripheral.

Teyla concentrated, focusing her mind in that direction, dimly aware of the shudder that slipped down her spine.

A growing darkness, one she could not see.

That was when she felt it.

Something shifted around the bond she shared with Baros and after several moments an image finally began to take form. A sudden gale whipped around her, a kaleidoscope of petals and leaves swirling from where she hovered. Golden-brown eyes flew open and stared blindly ahead, the slick sheen of sweat glistening upon her skin with strands of her glorious chestnut hair stuck to her face.

In her minds eye she saw a ledge tremble, dust and rocks tumbling from the cliffs edge. Fear. Suffering. His scream thundered through her mind like the deafening sound of a turbohammer at work, snapping Teyla from her trance.

With a gasp, her body crumpled to the grassy floor beneath her, chest heaving as though it lacked sufficient oxygen. The lives inside her twisted from the disturbance, just noticeably. "It's okay, everything is alright," she soothed, gently placing a hand against her stomach, not quite sure if she was saying it more for herself or them.

The premonition from the Force seemed rather clear. It took everything Teyla had to hold off the panic that swelled inside her.

Baros was going to die.

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J A N N U S V A L E R E

Location: The Veré, Montitia
Equipment: Blaster pistol, stun cuffs
Apperance: XoXo

Val had heard the entire exchange go down between them, followed by several moments of radio silence. Flipping on her comlink, she inquired, "Sal-Soren, speak to me. Are you there? Do you have Norres in custody?" It wasn't until a handful of heartbeats later that he finally answered, causing her to loose a sigh of relief. "Meet me back at the ship, would you? I was able to get the rest of that data off of his terminal."

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Valere waited on the landing pad for Baros and their prisoner, gesturing towards the loading ramp when the pair came into view, feeling the immediate tension permeate the area. The expression on Baros' face was twisted into one of frustration and conflict. It was a familiar look she'd seen on the faces of fellow officers many times in the past when they wrestled with the morality of their decisions, or felt they were complicit in some wrong doing. Without so much as a glance in her direction, the two disappeared up the ramp and out of view. Valere opted to feign ignorance about what had transpired for now, marching behind as the ramp to The Veré began to close.

Soren seemed shaken to the core, and why wouldn't he be? Not only was Norres privy to information that wasn't even public knowledge yet, they were barreling towards the end of their journey without any real clarity on the Isoto's true intentions. It seemed the natural conclusion to assume the inevitability that they would be burned in the end.

When Baros finally emerged from the makeshift brig down yonder, Valere dug into her pocket and held out her hand to produce to him a single, miniscule chip.

"Let's find out what this sucker knows, and what we're dealing with."

The clock was ticking.

Lunara Azure · Jan 16, 2021

Location: In orbit of Montitia
Wearing: This
Tagging:

Gerwald Lechner

A soft smile touched the woman’s face, a glass of wine swirling slowly in one hand as she leaned back against the bar. She hadn’t been sure about this, coming out to a party, it wasn’t really her scene, the social environment she normally enjoyed. However, someone had insisted, had dragged her out here almost against her will.

It had been worth it.

The little recorder in her hand came down, the video of the Knight Obsidian commander singing his lungs out, and shaking and moving on stage was one that she would remember. But, more importantly, it was one that he would remember, the woman’s smile turned decidedly mischievous, for a long long time. A touch of the screen sent the video flying through cyberspace, waiting for the man next time he checked his messages. This was…going to be fun.

The Knight Obsidian turned back to the bar, raising a finger to get the attention of the bartender crooking a finger to summon him over, placing her glass down on the table.

“You know what, this calls for a celebration. I’ll take the best champagne you have, the Knight Commander’s tab.”

Dreidi Xeraic · Jan 16, 2021

Tag:

Lefwen Claskier

Dreidi was wearing her new oversized leather jacket, the sleeves slightly creased so that her hands poked out of the arm holes. Her hair was loose and a little messy, under her jacket she was wearing a long plaid shirt and she had some loose fitting jeans with her favourite sneakers styling the whole outfit out. Walking around the underworld section Montitia, it was a big metal city, similar to what she thought was Coruscant would look like in the lower levels. Pushing her sleeves back up to avoid the jacket looking like it was currently too big for the small Padawan, though the creased sleeves showed that it was anyway. Looking around the area, it was busy and she was meant to be on a mission but she couldn't help but get distracted by all the food stores. So much food was on offer, and it was all delicious, it was not fair that she couldn't eat and enjoy it all. Allowances were the worst, she should have unlimited access to any and all credits to buy everything she wanted!!

Sighing deeply, she looked around the street, apparently there was something about criminals and illegal trading that was happening around. Currently Dreidi couldn't see anything, she was just people watching and it wasn't hugely entertaining. Most people tended to be boring in comparison to action packed Force Users lifestyle. Dreidi was wandering around, someone walked over to her, an older woman who tilted her head with a look of concern, "are you lost young girl?" Dreidi bit her cheek, really, really?! This stranger thought it was their place to help Dreidi find her parents, or assumed that she had to be lost and needed help. This was not acceptable.

"I am not a little child, I am fine and can get around on my own thank you." There was no politeness in her tone as she narrowed her eyes at the woman and walked away. Hmmmm, maybe she should report that person for suspicious activity, surely there were plenty other children wandering around the busy streets, why pick her out. Maybe that was just some spite kicking in since she called Dreidi a young girl, she hated being called young girl. She was 13! Wandering more, she heard over comms that someone had found a weapons trade deal going on, something exciting finally! She confirmed to be on her way to assist and made her way over to the location, it wasn't too far away but Dreidi was sprinting and barging past everyone.

Arriving at the location, panting slightly, "Hi, Dreidi Xeraic!" Looking around at the derelict building, "what's the plan? Barge in, Lightsabers out?" Holding her practise saber ready.

Baros Sal-Soren · Jan 16, 2021

DiscipleQuest 2: Tainted Sample

Baros paced back and forth with his hands behind his back. News of Teyla's pregnancy had been a closely guarded secret. Valere only knew because she was in a somewhat need to know position within Baros and Teyla's orbit. He glanced at Valere. Had she told someone, who had told someone? It would not be like her to give away information but a trusted friend maybe. He shook his head. No. Not Jannus.

Norres had been placed in the corner of the room propped up against the wall, his hands cuffed behind his back. The deputy was beginning to stir. Baros' pace slowed as he pinched his lower lip thoughtfully while staring at the man on the ground. What else did he know? Was this all a trap? Was it simply that Norres had taken a wild guess? No.

His mind raced with possibilities. This whole quest for the disciples had been going well, and it had filled him with purpose. Having children on the way made him nervous, unsure of his role and capability to fulfill it. But this. This quest had given him purpose and distraction from the fear he saw in fatherhood. The commitment was beyond just agreeing to only sleep with one woman. This was a commitment to responsibility and provision. He was not sure he could do that.

"You know," came the still woozy sounding voice of Norres, "you are just his type. Ee'everwest was just like you when she and Sal-Soren first met. Young. Headstrong. Purposed. Yet playful, effortlessly charming and incredibly desirable...sexually speaking, just to be clear."

"Shut your..."

Baros pulled his anger in, while avoiding eye contact with Valere. Norres knew so much, but not his level of commitment to Teyla. Perhaps Norres didn't believe people could change? He needed Norres to talk.

"...how do you know about..."

Norres smiled. "About the expectant delivery of your first...children?"

Baros' faced went white. No one aside from Teyla, Baros and her physcian knew about the twins. Valere had not been informed about that.

The space between Baros and Norres disappeared in an instant, as the Corellian moved in a flash across the room, yanked the deputy to and then off his feet and shoved him so quickly against the bulkhead of the ship that the crack sound made by Norres' head hitting the wall reverbrated around the room.

"Argh! Watch it Sal-Soren!" Said the shortish man as he struggled to get free of Baros' grasp.

"You will tell me where you go this information or I will start peeling off your skin strip by strip...do you understand me you bastard?"

The response from Norres was a chilling smile. One that confused, and then frightened Baros. Norres was...enjoying this? Baros dropped the man, and stumbled backwards. His heart filling with the dread for all that Teyla and her children, and now his own children, could go through with individuals like Norres working against them.

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Teyla Sal-Soren |

Lliara Daeva · Jan 16, 2021

Knock. Knock.

The establishment's hallway emptied into the chamber wherein the bodies lay strewn about at Rann's pleasure. It lacked a proper door seeing how it was separated enough from the common area that unwelcome guests should figure out they weren't meant to be there. A thin panel of metal or wood wouldn't make any different, and the guards were to be enough deterrent. Until they were dead.

The knocking sound came from the archway that formed the separation between room and hallway. A figured clothed head to toe in black stood there with a line of red cut across the helmet.

"Seems I will need to find another group for Chissan," the feminine, synthesized voice announced. Lliara slowly sauntered into the room where Rann sat content with his handiwork. Her effort to have the groups kill or weaken one another was better served when there were multiple parties involved -- the more, the better. A crazed running man with a blade slitting throats would make finding participants more difficult.

"Did you find it was everything you imagined?" With the man sitting at the table admiring his work, Lliara wondered if slaughter had been all he'd been seeking coming here. That would suit her fine. Consolation prize was taking from these scum whatever was of value without needing to lift a finger.

Unless Rann didn't appreciate an audience, that is.

Tag:

Rann Thress | Open

Rann Thress · Jan 16, 2021

S E L F I S H N E S S

Tags:

Lliara Daeva

Upon hearing the synthesized voice Rann casually spun the chair he sat in around to face the speaker.

“Oh hello.” He said, equally as casually, before looking around the room of death once more.

“You know? No, it wasn’t. I don’t know what I expected. Not like it mattered.” He shrugged and stood up from the chair, carefully stepping over the corpses as if trying to navigate a minefield, or like the room was filled with sleeping people instead of dead ones, as he approached the speaker. “Killing them, I mean.” He turned and gestured towards the slain Hutt behind him. “I mean that’s hardly the master of the Hutt Cartel over there, is he? A low-class crime lord, one of a million, on a planet, one of a billion, just inside civilized space? What's even of note out here, a wannabe Empire?” He shrugged again and turned back around.

“I don’t even know why I did it, truth be told. I don’t care. I don’t care about this planet. I don’t care about this region of space." The confederacy either, for that matter, but Rann didn't feel it necessary to say that. "I don’t care about these people, these criminals, their problems or whatever. I just. I dunno, I just did it. Felt pretty good about it too, while I was doing it. Now that it’s over I’m just left with…”

He turned back around and uncaringly stepped back ontop of the corpses back to his chair.

“...Malaise.”

He sat back down and put his feet back on top of the table before lazily gesturing towards one of the many seats at the table. A few of them, miraculously, free of blaster holes and saber marks. “Care to sit? One or two free spots about.” He laughed sadly.

“I got what I wanted. I killed a room full of people who probably deserved it. And I’m unsatisfied. Empty. Wanting.” He sighed, propping his head up on his hand using an armrest of the chair.

“Enough about me,” he spoke, not looking at her, “What about you? I get the sense this isn’t exactly what you expected to find here?”

Lliara Daeva · Jan 16, 2021

There were multiple hallmarks of a troubled mind on display before her very eyes. Even so, the Mirialan stopped once Rann rose to his feet and didn't move as he pranced about the dead. Fear? Heavens and Hells no. Curiosity. What he had to say interested her even if he had messed up an easy plan. This one enjoyed the hands-on approach, obviously, though that might have had less to do with enjoyment and more to do with anxiety. Not the form where one was left drenched in sweat, but an overactive mind that couldn't stand still.

Lliara didn't feel the need to "fix" him either. Insanity happened. It started small, at first, but grew quickly. A thought here. A word there. An act in secret. It became harder to ignore. Harder to suppress. Abhorrent behavior wasn't even recognized as such. These things became as obvious to do or say as anything else a 'sound' mind would. These sort of things occupied a great deal of Lliara's personal pursuits, in fact. She enjoyed observing and studying circumstances such as these. So Rann had found a partner for his play that was not compelled to flee.

At the man's invitation, the black figure effortlessly stepped through the crime scene to claim one of the chairs.

"Chaos serves no one," Lliara replied as the man seemed less inclined to focus on his own issues. "Structured chaos, however... These criminals had little time left on this world as a power worth remembering. Rather than allow some 'clean up crew' to dispatch them and their possessions end up in evidence storage or dumped into a sad effort to return stolen property to 'rightful owners,' I took matters into my own hands. To arrange several syndicates fight among one another. This," one hand slowly gestured to the dead, "was going to be one of the participants."

"If you didn't kill them for what they possessed, do you mind if I help myself?" Lliara asked. Whether any answer could be trusted was another matter, but she'd show him the respect of asking. "Not that I expect to find anything worth my time, but you never know until you crack open the vault."

Tag:

Rann Thress | Open

Lefwen Claskier · Jan 17, 2021

Tags: Dreidi Xeraic

Lefwen regarded the diminutive girl who had appeared out of nowhere. The droid that had sold her the job had said that it wasn't exclusive, but it hadn't crossed her mind to expect a child. Albeit a child armed with a lightsaber. Her own master had always said that a lightsaber must be earned, which begged the question as to how this girl had managed to get one.

"You're my backup?" Lefwen scoffed. The girl looked to be barely in her teens; the two gunrunners she had seen so far could have picked Dreidi up and thrown her across the market if they were so inclined. Lefwen brought her communicator up to her ear again and asked, "Control, I have a teenage girl here trying to tell me-" She paused, her face sinking as the robotic voice came through the communicator. She clipped the communicator back onto her belt. Great.

Lefwen unclipped her mask from her backpack and began checking the filters idly. "So you are actually my backup, fine. My name is Lefwen." She nodded in the direction of the warehouse door. "There's that Sullustan and two Weequay, but otherwise we don't know what is inside." She attached a hydron-three cannister to her belt and pulled the mask over her face. Her voice was slightly muffled now as she spoke. "You can bust in through the door swinging that thing if you like, but my plan was to at least get some idea of what we're up against before we make a move, so can you manage being quiet for a bit?"

With that, Lefwen turned away to study the Sullustan stallholder. He wouldn't be a problem physically, but it would be best not to attract any attention before they had even entered the building. "First though, we need to find a way past him"

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