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Dominion [Black Sun] Big Trouble in Kijimi City || BSS Dominion of Kijimi

OBJECTIVE II
Malrok Duskwell Malrok Duskwell | Fenn Stag Fenn Stag

Rausgeber felt his heart racing as the slaves charged toward their enemy. As they entered the perimeter, despite being physically fitter than most the Admiral Regent pulled to the rear of the pack. Letting the first slaves agonisingly make contact. They were largely cut down, but their brute force, followed by an unrelenting second wave began to break the mercenary defenders to the mine. Armed with but a hydrospanner, Carlyle waited and picked a target of opportunity in the fray. He specifically eyed the gunner of a E-web turret, secluded by a barricade certainly. But alone, with the quality of the blaster clearly lacking as its operator frantically was looking to recycle the cells.

Brushing through the impending melee, even as the barbarous Mandalorian moved past him, Rausgeber leered on the hapless operator. The imbecile was frantically reaching to reconnect one of the cycling valves when Carlyle clambered up the makeshift barricade and leapt. The younger and armed merc grunted and wheezed as the hydrospanner connected with his cheap helm. To which Carlyle beat it again repeatedly. The nameless mook reached for his sidearm but Carlyle was relentless. An emaciated, albeit muscled arm clasped the young man's arm while his other landed blow after blow against his head.

The dirt which once a crisp black and charcoal thanks to the mine now ran red wtih blood. And Carlyle retrieved a fresh weapon. The guards' cheap vibroknife. Better than the now blunted and bloodied spanner by a spacers parsec.
 
OBJECTIVE IV
BYOO - THIEVES' QUARTER DOWNTIME


Diamond Dog enjoyed a relaxing bacta bath in a small repair shop. A hard working Gank needed some time off now and then. The galaxy had many species with specific preferences, which created markets for highly specialized places. This one tended to organic beings who enjoyed extensive cybernetic augmentations, combining traditional medicinal care with advanced mechanical diagnostic and repair work.

<This shows signs of electrical damage. Did you run into a power line or something?> The owner, a tough-minded Anzellan, asked while he turned the implants he'd recovered from DD this way and that.

"Long story," DD croaked.

<Well, tell it. We have time while I get this damage fixed. Keep me distracted so I don't whack you for ruining my fine work!>

DD sank a little lower into the bacta bath.
 

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Nar Shaddaa, Hutt Space.
THE BLACK SUN SYNDICATE.
Tags: Jerec Asyr Jerec Asyr | Velzari Tharn Velzari Tharn | Rathmar Praji Rathmar Praji | Zahran Khaldun Zahran Khaldun




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OBJECTIVE III.

"Have any of you heard of the Tarsai Vigil?" Velis asked the table when there was a lull in the conversation.

As they all turned to look at her, Velis did well not to flinch. It felt risky (to say the least) to interrupt the conversation between these powerful men. She could have stayed quiet, listening and learning about their ideas, plans or wants. But the girl was here to do a job-- to broker information to the syndicate, and in exchange, she would earn a place in their paradigms as they sought to seed control, influence and power from the shadows across the galaxy.

"It's a legitimate business currently operating along the Five Veils Route," Velis went onto explain as they stared at her. "While committees sort out the logistics of reviving the hyperlane after the Planetshift, the Vigil patrol the route installing tariffs, tolls and enforcing taxes on behalf of it's parent company in the Cortessan Finance Group..."

"What does any of this have to do with Sepan-Eight?"
Velis asked quietly as Velzari waited for her to get to the point. She felt like the patience of the Underlord, and these Vigos, was on very thin ice. "We often look for legitimate businesses to act as the face of this syndicate so as to... let's say... hide our ulterior motives. I believe the woman in charge of the Vigil today could make some arrangements on our behalf to get us an inside look into the High Republic... for the right price."

"Having eyes on the other side would be very helpful in our cause, wouldn't you agree?"



 
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"Having eyes on the other side would be very helpful in our cause, wouldn't you agree?"

"Our own agentsss in Republic ssspace would greatly benefit the Black Sssun."

Hakar raised a claw in favor of the broker's plan. Experts and analysts filled the shadows. Some loyal to the assembled vigos while others reported directly to the Underlord himself. Only those with real syndicate influence merited a seat at the table, however. Touching a few keys refocused the holographic Sepan system onto its rival inner worlds.

"Sssepan isss vulnerable," the trandoshan echoed his falleen master, "Jedi Knightsss will have no choice but to intervene. Sssome might even be clever enough to trace usss back to Hutt Ssspace...unlesss we give them sssomething elssse to invessstigate."

Claws steepled in classic scheming pose, Hakar's forked tongue tasted greed in the air. He admired the vigos and their ambitious plans for the Core Worlds. In time Black Sun would reclaim control of the undercity on Coruscant and Corellian back alleys. First the galaxy needed to remember why they feared Hutt Space.

"I propossse we lure the Jedi Knightsss sssomewhere remote," rows of sharklike fangs spread into a hungry smile, "Hire Bando Gora assssassssinsss and the bessst Jedi killersss creditsss can buy. Teach them meddling in Black Sssun's affairsss comesss with a price."
 
"There is no better lure for Jedi than Sith," Xeykard cut in, stepping forward to the table. Unlike the broker who'd spoken before, the Sith emerged with presence -- he was no Vigo, but he, at least, did not view himself as lesser, and seemed drawn to the spotlight. He approached behind Asyr, the one he'd convinced to bring him in the first place, and provided a data chip with information for the assembled crime lords.

"Targets." From remote towns to regional centres, points of interest from Wielu, Sarko IV, and Sepan 8 were listed -- anywhere with enough people or enough value to draw out the Jedi. His access to the Kainate's intelligence was limited with the closure of the Sith's borders, but there were still agents he could make use of. "This one can bring to bear an invasion or a precision strike -- whatever may be necessary. As a diversion, or as a further lure for the Jedi; this one can play mastermind or brute. Whatever your plans require.


"What is guaranteed -- Jedi's price will be extracted in blood," he nodded gravely to the Trandoshan.

 

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Thayne rubbed his hands over his arms to knock the chill off. Kijimi was the coldest world he'd been on in quite some time, but certainly not the coldest ever - Hoth held that title in a vice grip. Still, he couldn't ignore the way it permeated his bones. He supposed that wasn't such a bad thing. The moment he began to feel euphoric was when he should start panicking.

He walked through the caverns with measured footing. The ice here could span over deep chasms, spelling a surefire death should it crack beneath his feet. Nevertheless, he pressed on, crunching the icy stone under his boots.

Ahead, he spotted a smaller frame than what he'd expect from a Melitto guard or a Black Sun enforcer. She was a woman, bundled but dressed light enough for combat, seemingly waiting in the bend of the cave. Thayne whistled a single, sharp tone to get her attention. He gave her a nod as he approached, glancing to each side as he crossed the junction to ensure there weren't any unexpected bodies at the rendezvous.

"Pryse?" the Kaasian asked in a gravelly voice. "Thayne," he introduced curtly. "How far are we from the boilers?"

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Velzari Tharn Velzari Tharn spoke as if the High Republic's territory was a more profitable target than the more developed worlds of the Colonies and Core. The Corsair Lord was also pretty sure Rathmar Praji Rathmar Praji was batchit insane. His agreement with Prince Tharn almost triggered an eye roll. Almost.

"Sepan comes with a steep cost. Given that it provides so few returns for said steep cost. The so-called 'High Republic' has a fleet and a professional army. Not to mention, many Jedi defend this Republic from Naboo. What do we have? An out-numbered irregular force comprised of poorly trained street gang thugs, mercenaries, criminals, bounty hunters, pirates, and brigands held together by poor loyalties? How are we even going to get them to set aside their divided loyalties and attention? Even if we beat them, what does the casualty count look like?"

Xeykard Xeykard and Hakar Scaleback Hakar Scaleback together had an interesting plan. Luring the Jedi away from the fight with a feint attack.

"If we could get the Sith to back us, and use those so-called Jedi Killers, assassins, and hunters. A feigned attack specifically to draw the Jedi into an ambush at the same time we launch our offensive for Sepan could level playing for."

There were too many variables, and Zahran had yet to see a real set of assets from the Black Sun. He could maybe scrape together a few fighter wings and four frigates, whose collective experience was in raiding poorly defended planets in the Mid-Rim. Now, the Synidacte was talking about launching a military invasion of a sovereign galactic power's sovereign territory. What could go wrong?


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OBJ IV | Criminal Dealings

The Domak Refectory | Arcadian

The man nodded his head at the introduction.

He knew little of the Ubese who sat down before him. The crime lord had connections to the Black Sun, a powerful group that held a large domain within the Underworld. It was an area that Bodan had a lot of experience in. But as of lately, his business ventures have not been the most profitable. He knew it was time for a change in leadership within The Exchange, and aligning with this new organization would be the best way to do so.

A pair of wrinkled hands rest on the table, fingers crossing over each other, clasped together.


"Much to discuss indeed. What I seek from you, Mr. Arcadian, and your organization, is a partnership."

Creeping onto the old man's face was a twisted, yet almost unnoticeable smile. One that only appeared when there was business to be done and credits to be made.

"What I seek is a position of power within Black Sun. A Vigo is what I had in mind. I wanted to oversee certain operations within the Underworld, all for the syndicate of course. I also wish for one of my associates to be placed in a similar position, though still serving underneath me."

"What I can offer is all of The Exchange's current assets and expenditures. This is including, but not limited to:

Along with the head of the Pirate King, Pyrrah Tae Pyrrah Tae "

Bodan knew damn well that he was showing all of his cards way to early. But he had to let the Vigo know that he meant business. He wanted that power position within Black Sun. And if the Ubese tried anything rash to try and gain all that The Exchange had to offer, then the old man did not have to worry. His group was still very powerful and could take revenge within the hour.

All he wanted was a partnership in crime.
 

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Despite her interjection, Velzari listened to Velis Arden Velis Arden without a hint of ire in his dark eyes. Usually, the input of an outsider landed on deaf ears - assuming they even survived the initial approach to his table. This one, however, brought an offering. Those can take one quite far, assuming they're worth the time it takes to hear them.

"Expanding our network in Republic space is a high priority," Velzari admitted. "I should like to know more about this Tarsai Vigil and your contact within. The Five Veils was a prosperous route before the Planeshift, and I have no reason to believe if will be any less so now that it runs through the heartland of a major political power. We have much to discuss on this topic." He stuck a verbal pin in it, intending to circle back once an agenda of items had been cultivated from the Vigos.

Sepan 8 became the focus, and Velzari nodded as Hakar Scaleback Hakar Scaleback describe its fragility. Zahran Khaldun Zahran Khaldun had his doubts, but the Underlord was always a few steps ahead of the game. Pardoning the mishaps in the Corridor, very few of Black Sun's schemes went off half-cocked.

"Our smugglers have provided the Sepani with shipments of Imperial arms. Blasters and armor, tibanna, walkers - all the tools the local Ripoblus militia needs to overthrow the Republic-loving Dimoks. They'll do the heavy lifting while we provide support from the shadows. I expect minimal losses, Lord Khaldun." With Black Sun overwatch and superior Imperial tech, the Rips should have no problem dethroning the Republic president. Once she was out of the way, the Rip's general would usurp control and formally secede from the Senate, paving the way for his Imperial benefactors to establish an uncontested foothold in the region.

And if they lose, well... it's a far greater defeat for the Empire than it would be for Black Sun.

Velzari looked to Xeykard Xeykard next, not missing the proposal of luring Jedi. "I believe we have a plot that would suit your... unique skillset. Our smuggling lanes running through the Sarko system are severed. Most of our assets have already been moved, but an opportunity to entrap Jedi Shadows and their Republic spies has offered itself. Your expertise would be of great value to our operatives in the capital's warehouse district. I can guarantee that Jedi blood will be shed, and your blade can taste it, if it pleases you."


 

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After a few moments she heard a curt whistle and looked up, her eyes falling upon a handsome man with two-tone hair. She let her eyes rove him up and down and smirked. If only they weren't on the clock. She pushed off the wall she had been leaning against and nodded as he asked if she was Pryse. Judging by his face she guessed he hadn't expected someone like her. Fair enough.

"How far are we from the boilers?"

"Half a klick or so. We walk until we feel warmer. It will either be the boilers or hypothermia. Either way we better move."

She lead the way, keen to get this show on the road and get off this frigid rock. Say what you will about Nar Shaddaa but at least it wasn't fraking freezing.

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She wasn't what he expected, but Pryse seemed to know her chit so Thayne shrugged if off under the guise of a subzero shiver. Black Sun didn't discriminate when it came to its agents - he was proof of that himself, having once threatened the syndicate as an enigmatic underboss in Crimson Dawn. Like many others in his position, but literally and comparatively, Thayne's talent and knowledge of the Underworld made him far more valuable alive and payrolled than dead at the bottom of an arcology.

"Right," he said, unimpressed with her plan. "We just... wander the caves... until it feels warm." Pryse was lucky she was cute, 'cause her plan? It was pretty chit.

"What's a face like yours doing in Black Sun?" he risked asking. Not many were forthcoming with their reasons for running with the syndicate. Thayne had discovered that early on at the sharp end of a vibroknife when he inquired about a particularly testy Devaronian's employment status. He could me mistaken, of course, but Thayne didn't suspect Pryse was as volatile. Besides, half a klick was a decent walk when you had no idea where exactly you were going... some small talk wouldn't kill either of them.

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She could see it in his eyes, he wasn't a fan of the plan. Truthfully, neither was she. But the syndicate only had a rough estimate of where the boiler room was, and they had to work with what little intel they had. At least they were headed in the right direction. What they'd find when they got there, though, was anyone's guess. Hopefully, the boilers were still operational. Or at the very least, the back door wasn't blocked.

"What's a face like yours doing in Black Sun?"


Kinley smirked. She wasn't blind, after a few drinks, she knew she could pass as decent. Not a holo-star or anything, but enough to get by. Still, she wasn't the type to play coy or pretend to be something she wasn't. Life was already messy, and she had zero interest in adding drama that didn't pay off in either credits or comfort.

"Just trying to survive," she said. It sounded like a dodge, but it was the truth. Flint had her family in his grip, and as long as Kinley paid down their debt, they stayed breathing. He didn't care whether the payments came in creds or blood. Staying alive long enough to pay him off…that part was on her.

"What about you?" she asked, glancing sideways, her breath ghosting in the cold air. "In it for the girls, I suppose?"



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An image of Ariadne Ariadne flashed behind his eyes, but Thayne's face didn't let on that someone specific had come to mind. Instead, he ignored the probe and answered with a far more grim response.

"I'm good at killing people," he said flatly, as if describing a hobby no more serious than painting or collecting old coins. "For obvious reasons, I can't make decent credits doing it. Not legally." Even if bounty hunting was legal in Alliance space, the New Jedi wanted him head, and the feeling was mutual. The Republic hadn't completely forsaken the age-old career path, but Thayne's past would certainly not remain hidden for long - working for them would only increase the likelihood of being discovered for what he was... an ex-Jedi on the run.

It was better for him and everyone else if that bit of knowledge remained untapped.

"I worked for Crimson Dawn for awhile," he went on to say. "We had a good run, until our crime lord disappeared. Once the rumor mill caught wind of Sith puppeteers pulling the strings, the Dawn's members followed suit and scattered. Some of us ended up here." His comrade IG-44 IG-44 was among that crowd.

He didn't get into the finer details. Thayne's boots scraped to a sudden stop and his hand moved reflexively to the blade at his hip. Ahead, around the next bend, the muffled sound of a Melitto patrol came into earshot. Thayne's eyes fixed on Kinley, and when she looked to him, he flashed two fingers - the patrol was small, only two bugs by the sound of their voices.

They could take them out or let them pass. Thayne didn't particularly care, so he awaited Pryse's move before making his own. Either way, it would be a good opportunity to size her up. Was she swift with a blade or blaster, or was she light on her feet like a Felacation on the prowl?

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Kinley held Thayne's gaze for a beat longer, weighing the unspoken challenge in his eyes. He wanted to see what she could do. Fine.

"Two bugs," she echoed quietly, lips curving into a cold, focused smile. "Easy math."

Before he could say another word, she was already moving, silent and low like vapor sliding through a vent. She didn't bother drawing her blaster just yet. Blasters made noise. This called for precision.

As they rounded the bend, the Melitto patrol came into view with two insectoid figures clacking in their native tongue, weapons slung but not drawn. Complacent.

Kinley closed the distance in seconds. Her vibroblade flicked into her hand with practiced ease. The first Melitto didn't have time to scream before her blade slipped through the seam in his chitinous armor, clean, silent, final. The second turned, antennae twitching too late. A muffled crack followed as she drove an elbow into the second one's throat, grabbed the carbine before it could fall, and jammed the butt into the side of his head. He crumpled without fanfare.

Both bodies were on the ground in seconds.

Kinley wiped her blade on the downed patrol's tunic and turned to him without a word, eyes steady. Then, finally she tossed the confiscated carbine to him. "Figure we might need it."

And just like that, she was already moving on, no questions, no second glances. Let him chew on that. Kinley Pryse had been proving herself for years now.


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Thayne's congratulations came in the form of a wry smile. No praise, no gratitude, just a wolfish grin that showed he was impressed. Perhaps not enough to trust her with his life, but at least he knew she could handle herself in a fight - at least, a fight where the enemy isn't swarming with blaster fire to back them up. Hopefully she wouldn't have to prove herself in that regard; the quieter they got this done, the better.

He followed in silence behind Pryse, little more than a shadow on her heels. Only the soft crunch of ice beneath his boots gave away that he was there at all. It was a while before he spoke aloud again, and when he did, it wasn't much louder than a whisper.

"Air's getting warmer," he pointed out. "Must be getting close." As he walked, he placed a gloved hand on the cavern wall. Even through insulated fabric, Thayne could feel the temperature difference in the stone. Soon enough, he was proven right. The rough hewn corridors gave way to stonework, ancient enough to have been part of the original Dai Bendu structure.

Thayne hadn't realized how far into the mountain the monastery-turned-palace went. How far did these tunnels reach? And just how many Melitto were down here with them?

He kept moving until the natural stone walls on either side became brick. Ahead was an old door, one that looked far too dilapidated to open were it not for the uncanny security pad mounted next to it. "Looks easy enough to crack," Thayne surmised, brushing his fingers over its surface. "Tech's old. Imperial. I can crack it, if you can keep watch. Bugs won't like it if they catch me slicing their backdoor."

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The Mandalorian carved forward like a battering ram, brute strength breaking formations where finesse would not. The other fought like a man who’d never expected to bleed again.

Malrok passed them both in the opening created.

He moved between barricades and slag piles with no wasted motion. Melitto warriors swarmed in twos and threes, clicking warnings and advancing with sharpened claws, but they moved wrong in close quarters; overcommitted, lunging in bursts better suited to open areas than mine shafts.

Not like the Cholerkin. Not with blood in their teeth and furious Godsblood in their veins.

The phlegmite spear hissed as it moved, its null-glow dim beneath the chaos. Malrok stepped aside from the first swing and struck upward just under the carapace hinge, through scent glands and spinal root. A second tried to flank, fast—but not fast enough. Malrok spun the shaft behind him, cracked the haft against the Melitto’s neck with a snap, then skewered it clean.

More slaves pressed forward, emboldened by the bodies falling beside him. Some barely armed. Others bleeding from the first charge. Malrok pointed with the tip of his spear.

"Cover yer flanks! Push to th'second breach."

They obeyed. Not out of loyalty or charisma, but because they wanted to live. Because it was the one clear thing in the chaos.

The Force was steady near him, helping steady the humours of the slaves near him – not truly battle meditation, but a calm, phlegmatic aura that was the specialty of the Anchorborn and the Force crystal of their homeland. It kept panic from the slave's hearts, kept them fighting calmly, albeit without fury or rage or fear.

Another Melitto dropped from the ceiling, its claws stretched wide like a gliding insect Malrok stepped into the leap and drove the crystalline blade up through its core before it landed. The corpse hit the dirt in halves.

He exhaled through his nose. Calm. Controlled.

This was hardly war, it was cleaning caverns without adequate tools.

Malrok moved once more to the front, trying to preserve the lives of the slaves that would be wasted in death.

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Nar Shaddaa, Hutt Space;
THE BLACK SUN SYNDICATE.
Tags: Jerec Asyr Jerec Asyr | Velzari Tharn Velzari Tharn | Rathmar Praji Rathmar Praji | Zahran Khaldun Zahran Khaldun | Hakar Scaleback Hakar Scaleback




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Hakar Scaleback said:
"Our own agentsss in Republic ssspace would greatly benefit the Black Sssun."

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"Expanding our network in Republic space is a high priority..."

Velis did not push the agenda further. She was not a cunning Sith Lord capable of engaging in long, flowing conversation with the subtle aim to turn the topic and subsequent ideas spoken into something that would be a benefit to them. Neither was she a Politician used to negotiating in the arts of diplomacy or a ruthless Businessman who had the backing of a vast sum of credits, clientele and associates. She was small time-- little people-- and so when the UNDERLORD moved the meeting back to his agenda she did not try to use the subsequent conversation to benefit her employer any further.

It was enough that the likes of Velzari Tharn and Hakar Scaleback had heard her. She had information on a security subsidiary to the CORTESSAN FINANCE GROUP that was located in the High Republic colloquially now known only to some in the criminal element as the Tarsai Vigil and that the woman in control of this company was corrupt enough to allow the syndicate to place feelers there for a price. That was enough to satisfy the payment and exchange that had been done discreetly before these Vigo's came together to discuss the fate of Sepen 8.

Velis was not loyal to the mysterious enigma known as Her Her . She didn't know what the woman's game was, and if these powerful men asked more about her, the albino would tell them that she had been paid to put in the word to bring Syndicate and the Vigil together for a talk. If they pressed her further Velis would tell them that not only was she the head of the Council of Fractals (the hierarchy in the Tarsai Vigil) but that the same woman was the Warden Primus from the Imperial Corrections Directorate: a branch of COMECI in charge of a new prison system unveiled within the Imperial Confederation.

The Albino wasn't going to cross the Syndicate even for someone like her. She could be paid all the credits in the universe and yet Velis would always value her life first. At the end of the day it would also be more beneficial to be cozied up to the men sat around this table than some mysterious Imperial who had wormed their way into the High Republic. But the topic of Sepen 8 dominated the meeting still and so all thoughts of the Vigil and potential spies in Republic way faded away to the wayside which Velis was glad for...



 
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Avari's eyes were drawn to the warped reflection of his own sharp features on the polished table as Vigo Jerec Asyr Jerec Asyr provided more information on the two planets and Zahran Khaldun Zahran Khaldun started going on and on about casualties and intensive costs in a room filled with violent criminals who had means of securing funds in a way that legitimate governments would not be able to.

His fingers idly traced patterns on the table, as if he were listening to himself deliver an inspiring speech about his flawless skin to a legion of enthusiastic followers. Velis Arden Velis Arden 's proposal prompted a slight tilt of his head; this Tarsai Vigil could serve as a useful weapon.

Vigo Hakar Scaleback Hakar Scaleback proposed for entrapping the Jedi somewhere remote, followed up by Xeykard Xeykard promise of blood and the fact that the Jedi would come eagerly for a chance to slice off the head of a known sith lord.

Though what really mattered was the words from their Underlord Velzari Tharn Velzari Tharn . Avari's voice lowered, almost intimate, yet carrying across the table.

"Fanning civil war with Imperial scraps? How delightfully mundane. Yet effective." He steepled his fingers, the light catching the sharp lines of his rings.

"Though how effective will they be without proper training? Using military-grade equipment is not as easy as pulling the trigger and firing a bolt of tibanna gas. One has to know how to keep the weapon in good shape, how to repair damaged legs on a walker, how to properly store tibanna gas so it doesn't explode." Avari asked with some skepticism in his voice, the local Ripoblus militia was just a group of radicals intending to overthrow one of his creations in the Republic president.

They could hardly be transformed into a superior fighting force if they lacked even the most basic training from any number of Imperial Handbooks.

"I do not reject the other proposals in using this lizard..to distract the Jedi Knights and hiring Bando Gora assassins. But we must ensure that our operation is flawless down to the last detail...much like me Prince Avari, Master of the Ruusan System, Vigo of the Black Sun, Creator of the Nebulae and Its web." He continued with the same canter as before though adding in additional titles to make himself seem that much more important than the rest of the Vigos within the room.


 
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"They're properly trained, fear not. The Ripoblus lacks political control of the Sepani legislature, but they are more than adequate soldiers - many of them served in the Sepani Defense Force before the world arrived at the apogee of this... most advantageous political situation. Their skills are strengthened with Imperial weapons, and their tactics are ever more potent with Black Sun poison coating the blade."

A wolfish smile spread across the Underlord's face. "Whether the Rips overthrow the government or fail in their mission, Black Sun still remains the largest criminal presence on Sepan 8. We will see victory regardless of which political bloc holds the presidency."

The Sarko trap was, admittedly, the weakest link. Velzari was not blind to the risks of attacking the Jedi Order directly. He did not expect to eliminate scores of Force wielders in the ambush - that was not the goal. By killing even a small number of Jedi and their Republic spies, Black Sun would shake Sarko's confidence. Send them a message. Remind them of what happens when refuge is sought beyond the cloud of Black Sun's influence.

He looked to Xeykard Xeykard who he regarded as a particularly deep well of knowledge in the matter of killing Jedi. "I trust that your particular skillset will be most beneficial to our goals on Sarko, yes?" Velzari refrained from calling the hunter a lizard as the delusional Vigo of Ruusan had.

"Sarko police have already bought our lie," the Underlord reaffirmed. "They've shared the false report with the Jedi Order - we have a warehouse full of weapons, artifacts, and slaves awaiting a final extraction off-world. The only thing leaving Sarko will be Jedi in body bags."


 

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Objective: III- Shogun
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Entourage: Gladiator
Tags: Velzari Tharn Velzari Tharn | Rathmar Praji Rathmar Praji | Velis Arden Velis Arden | Jerec Asyr Jerec Asyr | Zahran Khaldun Zahran Khaldun | Xeykard Xeykard

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It had been quite some time since Xygrit had set foot on Nar Shaddaa. And literally she had never been in a meeting with the Black Sun, despite having claimed to be a Vigo of the organization for decades. Luckily Ylesia was under the watchful eye of the Hutts. That all changed with the event of the galactic planeshift. Since then the Black Sun has gained influence. They were closing in on Ylesia, and Ygrit needed to be seen by them as an asset and not someone who needed to be toppled.

So when her eyes and ears on the Smuggler’s Moon told Zygrit about a meeting, she decided to doctor up an invite and showed up to see if Ylesia was in the plans of the Black Sun. If it was, she could look to make that something that went to her advantage. If it wasn't, maybe it would be advantageous to change that.

When the meeting turned out to be about making plans for a war, so to speak, with the High Republic and their Jedi, Xygrit decided the show was too good to ignore. Every part of her wishes she could just listen, and be ignored herself. It would be so easy to hope that the High Republic would take away the threat of being found out. But the Black Sun was like her. They slithered in the shadows and appeared when it was least convenient. The best thing for Xygrit would be to become one of them.

The target was Sepan 8, a planet that Xygrit had no knowledge of, except one of her minions made a stop there on a less than regular basis. Her business would not be affected in the least by this battleground.

”As the representative of Ylesia, I can say their miniscule defense forces are at the Black Sun’s command. It certainly won’t turn the tide of any battle, and they aren’t really a government sponsored entity. But the more targets that are thrown in front of these do-gooders the better chance that one of our numbers score a decisive blow,” Xygrit hoped she wasn’t playing her hand too aggressively. It was doubtful that anyone at the table knew who she was. The shadows were a good hiding spot.

”I doubt the loss of one small planet will cause the fall of this new Republic, so High and mighty. But it will show that the Black Sun is not to be trifled with. At the very least it will tell them if they put their hands too close to our cookie jars, they will get much more than a light slap.”


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