Dominion [Black Sun] Here Comes the Sun || BSS Dominion of Chroma Zed

[Yuri Maji]

+ P A G E C L A I M +

CHROMA ZED | CAVES
TAGS: Tuchanka | Nero Drake | Isur
GEAR: In bio

You Know Me Too Well​

With a few taps on her projector, Yuri received the layout of the mines and brought it up in the corner of his HUD. He figured that the lizard had it all memorized already, but he wasn’t going to blindly follow the bounty hunter into an unknown cave system.

He was dumb, not stupid.

Without another word he fell in behind Tuchanka and rested his flamer against his shoulder. Ahead of them awaited the heavy doors that sealed the mine from the outside world. Hopefully it hadn’t filled up with water over the centuries. But it seemed that a simple door was their first hurdle for the mission. Tuchanka asked if any of them would be able to slice into the door, and Yuri spared a glance around him to see if the rest of the group would have any answers.

If none of them stepped forward, Yuri would shrug and holster his flamer to instead extend a scomp link from his vambrace. ”Gimme a sec.” He muttered, slotting into the door’s control panel before opening a small computer.

After a few moments of fiddling, the door would rumble and screech as ancient hydraulics were brought to life. The Hound immediately backed away with a hand on a pistol, just in case something waited for them on the other side. Yuri finally looked at Tuchanka and gestured to the door with a smile in his voice. ”Ladies first.” He quipped, a smug grin unwavering behind his visor. He immediately fell in formation and brought his main weapon to a low ready position as he cycled to night vision on his HUD. He wasn’t sure what to expect on this job… or if he could even rely on his squadmates.

 

[Hakar Scaleback]

Velzari Tharn Scherezade deWinter Kesh Hevro

"Keep your secretsss, Lady deWinter."

Hakar tasted the air with a forked tongue. Purple blood oozed from his razor smile with each bite the trandoshan took of a meal raw enough to protest before it expired. It was impossible to tell with his kind if the newest underworld vigo threatened him somehow or if he was like this all the time. Reptilian eyes assessed her with suspicion and hunger. Mostly hunger.

"No matter what the ssspice mussst flow. Underlord Velzari honorsss you with an important tasssk. Do not fail the Black Sssun."

Cheers all around them distracted Hakar from his schemes against rival vigos. He glared down at the victorious Pyke who had just cost him a large wager of credits. The trandoshan removed a fine shimmersilk tunic and set it down next to his meal. Muscles bulged against the scales on his stomach.

"If you will excussse me. I believe it isss time to begin our negotiationsss."

Launching himself off the Underlord's balcony with his hind claws the trandoshan vigo landed in the fighting pit below. Many sharp teeth snarled at anyone who protested. Hakar removed his belt, letting the holstered disruptor and handaxe be tossed away. He enjoyed fighting with his claws.

"I mussst break you."

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Objective: DON'T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME
Tags: Velzari Tharn , Open

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Scherezade joined in the laughter. Yes, her glitter did more often than not point right back at her. It was a useful little twinkly tool. But she kept quiet for a moment, allowing herself to enjoy more of those bantha wings while Velzari Tharn continued.

She didn't have much of an opinion on the imperials. In her short lifespan, she had yet to gauge an actual difference between the republics, the confederacies, the imperials, the Mandalorians… And the other big fat factions of the galaxy. It was always the same, a few people with strong personalities who somehow ended up running a large enough group that did the same thing other groups did, but while flying different colors.

Likewise, the comprehension of territorial areas where these groups would take over planet after planet was entirely lost on her. She had built more than enough space stations that rivaled moons. Building those included a whole lot less of a headache than taking planets over did.

But she did understand credits. Well, not in a way that brought new philosophies and understanding, but in the desire to accumulate loads of it. Like a dragon. No, like a space dragon!

"Kessel," Scherezade repeated the name of the planet. Couldn't remember if she'd been there, but she knew the name of it well enough. Spice mines were simple as well. Miners weren't as patriotic as some wanted to believe them to be.

But then came more words, and the Sithling understood the requested mission. Kessel would be a bonus, while she… Would be a queenmaker. Or queen-maker-assistant, depending on how one looked at it.

"I hope she misbehaves," she now purred almost happily, "well behaved queens are quite boring."

And she nodded her agreement. Sure, she could handle the woman. At worst, that Kinsley lady would end up covered in glitter that came covered in acid. Or… If things rolled out better, Scherezade would have a new ally.

She was just about to ask something about it, when Hakar Scaleback 's voice broke through the rest of the noise. Her face moved to the trandoshan immediately, her glowing gaze taking him in, and then he just. Took off. Jumped right into the arena.

"So why her?" Scherezade asked as she followed the events some feet below them with interest, "I mean, I'm sure there's a bunch of wiling and capable people within the Syndication who could do it. Why is she your choice and not others?"

 

[Isur]

Afraid of the dark? Afraid?

He was the depth in the sea. This was walking. So maybe some apprehension, but that was it. Still, he wasn’t going to let some other captain toss him around like that. He’d prove his worth. Gripping his wan shen, he nodded, sort of, and followed inside.

Seemed Black Sun cornered the market on aliens this year.

“Happy to, but capable?” Lizard folk. Reptiles. Some tasted good.

He fell into step with the group, keeping an eye on the ceiling and the supports. This wasn’t underwater, he didn’t think. As the door opened, he was awaiting the lizard to lead. He’d go ahead if no one else did, typically a breacher with his stronger skin and armor, but if she wanted to go? He assumed a she. And the other, a mando… That was interesting.

Yuri Maji Tuchanka Nero Drake

 

[Vashra Foss]

Objective 1: DON'T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME

The second one gave Vashra more trouble. It wa a Human, faster than the Gamorrean and smarter too whatever that meant. He relied on precision not brute force and gave Vashra a nasty cut above te eyebrow efore she grabbed his head and gouged her thumbs into his eyes. From there the human pit fighter went down. It is hard t fight if yu can see and your eyes are overflowing with tears.

A couple of knees t the midsection and then Vashra smashed his into the area ground.

Show was over. With a kick into the ribs of her downed opponent Vashra hanked him heartily for the bloody wound on her forehead and left the ring to collect her purse, stop the bleeding and grab a bite to eat.

Someone had decimated the Mynock population of the galaxy for all those spiced and roasted Mynock wings that were for sale here. At least one thing these pests were good for. Kolto patches and Bacta salve were for sale here around the fighting pit too. Good business acumen.

Vashra bought a piece of dead Mynock to sink her teeth into and a little flask of Bacta. She didn´t plan on needing more. The booker approached her, now somehow much less arrogant.

"You want another fight?"

"Later, maybe. I let you know."

For now there was a show to watch. The Pyke was being challenged by a Trandoshian. That would be fun to watch.

tag: open

 

[Nero Drake]

Isur Yuri Maji Tuchanka

"I don't care what you smell, mate. Move along!"

Nero shoved the big karkarodon forward triggering another annoying chuckle from his pet monkey-lizard. The creature's laughter echoed strangely off cavern walls. He stole glances at each bounty hunter trying to calculate the most opportune moment to betray them all for a larger share of credits. No honor among thieves.

"Emperor's iron bones!" the pirate shouted loud enough for his voice to rebound a long time.

Before anyone could admonish the reckless stunt, a distant roar echoed back. Nero drew his bryar pistol on reflex, the blaster appearing in his hand with impressive speed that could only be a result of constant practice. Nothing moved within range of his glowlamp's beam. It occurred to him for the first time that this job might just be more dangerous than blasting womp rats in an abandoned Imperial labor pit.

"Forget what I said, muscles. Take your bloody time."

 

[Velzari Tharn]

BLACK SUN SYNDICATE
DON’T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME​

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The Underlord's eyes narrowed, but his smile widened.

"Had your eyes set on Kessel's throne, Miss deWinter?" he mused. Scherezade would have made just as good a Spice Queen as Kinley, but there were other talents in mind that Velzari wanted to see at work. At the end of the day, a syndicate works very much like a business. One must delegate certain employees to tasks that suit their skillsets—and interests, if the stars align.

That was why Kinley would be Kessel's Vigo.

"Miss Pryse has proven herself to be a great asset to Black Sun," Velzari explained. "She is tenacious, cunning, loyal. Traits I see in most every operative, certainly, but her dedication to our organization seems to run deeper than credits. If I leaned toward the fanciful, I'd say she... likes what she does."

He turned his gaze to his manicured nails, examining the glossy black polish that adorned them. Each fingernail came to a sharp point, like a talon. They were almost symbolic of what he said next.

"The queen-to-be hates her Vigo," the Underlord said. "But Mister Flint has her under his thumb. Uses threats against her family to keep her in line. It's a smart move, one I greatly approve of. But it's wasting good talent to pin Miss Pryse the way he has, and with Cantonica so distanced from Hutt Space, it's only a matter of time before she does something... bold."

His eyes cut back to Scherezade's, confirming her understanding with a glance instead of words.

"She needs a reward for her good work, one that is within reach and waiting for to her grasp at just the right time. We wouldn't want her to kill her poor boss and disappear into the night. The only worse than Flint wasting her talents is us having to hunt her down and skin her for murdering a Vigo."

That would be bad for business. Underlings don't kill their bosses. It would set a bad precedent that is costly to correct. But if she were a Vigo herself...? It would be a much different story, one with a far happier ending for everyone.

Except Flint.

Tags: Hakar Scaleback | Kesh Hevro | Scherezade deWinter | Vashra Foss | OPEN​

 

[Tuchanka]

O B J E C T I V E - 2
NEW YEAR, NEW ME​

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Turns out, the dog was good with a slicing kit. Tuchnaka smirked when the door open, but the expression slipped away quickly. A scoff replaced it as she obliged Yuri's sarcastic pass at chivalry.

"First in usually drawsss first blood," the lizard returned with a hiss.

Her scaled foot met stone as she stepped over the threshold and entered the derelict mine. Faint echoes from her talons scratching the surface bounced off the walls, mixing with the natural ambience of the tunnels. Her eyes, capable of seeing thermal signatures in infrared, were disappointed by the present lack of life.

"Clear," she grumbled, taking a few steps further to allow the group room to follow and fan out. "For now."

According to the map, which Tuchanka was now following from memory after having dumped it into Yuri's systems, there was a section of their immediate left that was caved in. Further ahead, on the right, another tunnel branched off. It should be clear of debris, but only laying eyes on it would confirm that. Tuchanka nodded ahead.

"Let'sss go," she ordered.

Tags: Isur | Nero Drake | Yuri Maji
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[Levi Dorne]

Jacen Nimdok​

"Money with the Hutts. That's your first mistake." Levi clicked his tongue and wagged his finger, "I don't do debts." Owing someone was a good way to get used and spent. Cheat the ones you can, and pay off the ones you can't as quickly as possible. "I'd hoped I imparted better financial wisdom on you than that."

Levi pushed the dead Bardottan off the table, taking his seat as if nothing had happened, though he laid a few credits out for the staff to collect; an apology for the mess. "Oh, same as it ever was," The devaronian's eyes seemed to glint with mischief. "Just picking up some local goods."

 

[Jacen Nimdok]

Despite Jacen's efforts to play down the seriousness of his situation, Levi immediately began scolding him for becoming indebted to a Hutt. The young man held up his hands in a shrug. "In this economy, a guy's gotta do what's necessary to survive."

His attempt at painting himself as the victim soured even for Jacen himself, and he relented about three seconds later. "Okay, look. I know it was a dumb. I'm the one who made the dumb decision." One that he would end up paying dearly for sooner or later. But not just yet.

Levi mentioned picking up some local goods, which pricked Jacen's ears. "What kind of goods?" he asked, smelling something lucrative in it.

Levi Dorne​

 

[Mauve du Vain]

Objective: DON'T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME
Scherezade deWinter | Velzari Tharn | Hakar Scaleback

"K-Tac. Towel."

Mauve extended a hand behind her. The magenta features of her face were spattered with blood. The enforcer behind her handed her a towel and she wiped her face clean, then sighed.

"I didn't realize they popped like that when you shoot them in the head."

She gestured with her blaster at the corpse slumped against the wall missing half its head.

"It happens," replied the enforcer, K-Tac, with a shrug.

"Please, Force. Please. Please," begged a Chadra-Fan, hands bound, sitting next to the corpse against the wall. Snot dripped from his nose.

"I'm going to give you one more chance, which is one more than your friend had," Mauve said, her tone cold as ice as she bent the emotions of the Chadra-Fan, crippling him with fear, "You were part of Arris' interim crew. I want the names of the others."

"I- I- don't, I don't-"

"Shhhhh," she held the barrel of the blaster up to his lips. "You give me the names, or I'm going to let K-Tac make it slow. Not like your friend. Understand?"

The Chadra-Fan let out a long, despairing moan. Behind Mauve, K-Tac the Gank smiled. Or at least, Mauve imagined he was smiling behind his helmet.

"Good. Now are you going to give me the names?"

The Chadra-Fan nodded limply. Mauve stood up, tossed her pistol to K-Tac. "Get the names. Then clean up here."

"You got it, boss."

Wiping away another dot of blood from her cheek, Mauve tossed the towel onto the corpse, then strode out of the electrical closet and out into the stadium. She found her way up to Velzari and Scherezade's area just as Hakar hurled himself into the arena.

Launching himself off the Underlord's balcony with his hind claws the trandoshan vigo landed in the fighting pit below. Many sharp teeth snarled at anyone who protested. Hakar removed his belt, letting the holstered disruptor and handaxe be tossed away. He enjoyed fighting with his claws.

"I'm getting deja vu," Mauve muttered. Then she turned to Winter and Tharn. "Underlord," she smiled, "Apologies for my tardiness. I was cleaning up a Windrun matter. Miss Winter, I don't believe we've met."

Mauve extended a hand, "Mauve du Vain."

 

[Velzari Tharn]

BLACK SUN SYNDICATE
DON’T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME​

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Mauve’s arrival brought a smile to the Underlord. He hadn’t properly spoken with the Vigo since her convenient return to Black Sun’s embrace on Tatooine. In the stands of a fight pit surrounded by mobs of roaring Underworlders was not exactly the ‘proper’ place for a reunion as it were, but the galaxy sometimes moved too fast for inconspicuous meetings.

“You’ve been busy,” Prince Velzari noted, spotting a speck of missed blood on Mauve’s rosy skin. “‘Cleaning up a Windrun matter?’ Sounds exciting. I trust you learned something useful. For your little friend’s sake, at least.”

Velzari was no stranger to torture. He personally handled the High Chancellor’s, keeping Kalantha locked away in a magma cell on Vaathkree for two months while he awaited a shred of moral obligation from the Republic to yield either his ransom demands or a rescue mission. Unlike Mauve’s prisoner, Kalantha was much more valuable alive than dead.

But dead is always better than becoming a problem.

Tags: Hakar Scaleback | Kesh Hevro | Scherezade deWinter | Vashra Foss | OPEN​

 

[Kinley Pryse]

You've been hit by... you've been struck by...

Kinley Pryse doesn't sell miracles, just better nights and worse decisions​

Kinley Pryse didn't bother pretending she was here for the view.

She leaned against the stone balustrade at the edge of the amphitheater, boots dusty from the climb, jacket unfastened just enough to suggest ease rather than invitation. The roar of the crowd rolled like surf behind her, cheers, groans, the wet crack of bodies colliding below. Violence always made people thirsty. Thirsty people made poor decisions. Kinley made her living in that gap.

Her eyes tracked her mark through the milling elites: a soft-handed offworlder, jeweled cuffs too clean for a place like this, nose twitching every time the scent of herbs drifted past the platters. Curious. Hungry. Already half gone.

When he finally sidled close, she didn't look at him right away.

"Pretty spectacle," she said instead, nodding toward the fight. "Everyone's celebrating something. Thought you might want something a little… better"

Only then did she turn, appraising him with a flat, professional calm. From inside her sleeve slid a slim vial, capped and unmarked, the contents shimmering faintly in the mountain light.

"Refined," she continued, voice low enough to be lost under the crowd. "Not stepped on, not local garbage. Smooth lift, clean landing. Won't leave you seeing ghosts unless you want to."

A pause. Just long enough for the cheers to spike as blood hit stone. Her mouth curved, not quite a smile as credits were slid into her empty hand.

"Stay spicy my friend."

A Smooth Criminal

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: DON'T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME //:
//: Mauve du Vain //: Velzari Tharn //: Scherezade deWinter //: Hakar Scaleback //: Vashra Foss //: Kesh Hevro //:
//: Attire //:

Quinn's attention had been on the entertainment. She half listened to the conversations around her, knowing too well what was already happening. The dealings, the whispers, the secrets, all of it was what the Black Sun did too well. She wasn't new to any of it. Sith politics had its share of secrets and backstabbing, but the underworld was a different game altogether.

Mauve didn't need to speak for Quinn to know she had arrived. Despite the lack of force sensitivity, the Zeltron had imprinted the Echani enough for her to just know. Quinn watched her from the corner of her eye. She interacted with Velzari, and there was a quiet mention of Windrun. Enough for her to put two and two together.

Her assumption was correct, and the thought frustrated her beyond belief. The business with the Covenant was soured, but she would continue — even only for Mercy's sake. Frowning slightly at the thought, Quinn wanted to groan. Even Mercy had slowly proven to be like everyone else. Quinn was just a stepping stone to something greater.

Sighing, she let the frustration dissipate. The time to think about that situation was not now. Focus returned to Mauve and Velzari. The woman had become darker; Quinn could see that. She wondered if it was her doing, Arris's, or if this was a show for the boss to return to favor. Either way, Quinn did her best to stop watching, to stop taking in the sight of the Zeltron.

Their relations were meant to be quiet as far as she knew.

Still, she couldn't stand those amethyst eyes being on someone else.

"Good to see you well, Miss Du Vain." Quinn offered a small smile, not letting much betray her affections.

She nodded to the others and to De Winter. The woman was a colleague of 312, so, in turn, Quinn knew a bit about her — seeing her rise through the ranks of Black Sun made her more interesting.

"Underlord, Ms. De Winter," Quinn stood and drew the vial she had presented before. This time, she offered it to Velzari.

"Glitterstim, from the spiders the Sith had captured and are now breeding. I've brought you your own brood, as a gift." Quinn smiled, "For your support now and in future endeavors."

Along with the vial, a list of the brood she brought for the Prince and his associates in Black Sun was handed over. "They've been kept well and produce some of the highest quality glitterstim on the market; the vial is just a sample of it."

 

[Yuri Maji]

CHROMA ZED | CAVES
TAGS: Tuchanka | Nero Drake | Isur
GEAR: In bio

You Know Me Too Well​

"First blood's all yours, Scales." Yuri remarked, following after Tuchanka with his flamethrower at the ready. For the moment it was all clear, but he stayed at the ready in case something came at them. The silence was absolutely deafening, the only noise in his ears being his tinnitus and the faint whine of various suit systems. He didn't even know it made sounds.

He spared a glance at the other two compatriots, more as a pulse check than anything else before matching Tuchanka's pace.

"Emperor's iron bones!"

The Hound practically leapt out of his own skin as he spun around, a flame emanating at the tip of his weapon. "Karkin' schutta, can you shut it?" He whispered, though he was loud enough for the rest to hear as well. With a final final finger raised to flip the pirate off, Yuri continued with the vanguard in search of usable tunnels. "Yo, Scales. Path up ahead." He warned, gesturing to a cave entrance that split off from the main shaft.

His gut screamed at him that something was wrong. Sure, they were still at the entrance, but they had to have encountered something to indicate that they were on the right track. Yuri was about to look around again, when he saw the faintest shadow of movement further down the path. He instinctively raised his weapon and gestured to the rest of the group. "Anyone else see that?" He muttered, keeping his sights on where he saw the movement.

Whether it was his imagination or not would remain to be seen...

 

[Velzari Tharn]

BLACK SUN SYNDICATE
DON’T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME​

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And not far behind Mauve du Vain came another key player in Black Sun's game of galactic chess: the Sith Princess Quinn Varanin . Pleasantries were exchanged, and then the little fox was down to brass tacks. It was one of Velzari's favorite things about her.

Gingerly, he accepted the vial into his open palm. With it pincered between his pointer finger and thumb, he held it up to the sunlight and gave it a gentle twist to make the shimmering dust roll inside the glass like the dunes of a miniature desert. The sparking meant it was ready for consumption, and without hesitation, the Underlord turned the vial and deposited a pinch of dust onto his fingertip. He offered Quinn a trusting smirk, then licked the spice from his skin. He made tiny smacks with his lips, as if he were a chef taste-testing a fine sauce in a royal kitchen. His eyes closed and he took a deep breath.

"This is a fine cut," Velzari said after a brief pause to enjoy the hit. His cheeks and mouth sparked with telltale blue pulses, which seemed to deepen in color when he grinned. His eyes shifted to Scherezade deWinter as he offered the vial to her next. As he did so, he extrapolated his plan.

"Once Kessel is ours," he said, "the spice mines will be home to the Princess' brood. We'll hold them off-world in the interim, but the Pykes will soon see how the spice trade can truly flourish with Black Sun's... special touch."

Tags: Hakar Scaleback | Kesh Hevro | Mauve du Vain | Quinn Varanin | Scherezade deWinter | Vashra Foss | OPEN​

 

[Diamond Dog]

BYOO
Somewhere on Chroma Zed

\> ▶ NOW PLAYING: "Delusive Bunker" — LudoWic
\> TIME: 03:42 / 05:17 | VOL: 110% | LOOP: OFF

Blaster fire turned the normally idyllic town of Praxina Kor into a blast-ridden wasteland. A corporate rivalry had brought war here over a couple factories that were cutting into some rival CEO's profit margins. And it turned out that rival CEO was willing to dish out a solid credit bounty for putting those factories out of commission. Enough to get DD's attention, for sure.

Diamond Dog racked the disruptor shotgun, expelling the canister. It trailed off leaving toxic green smoke in its wake. Its place in the shotgun's exciter chamber was replaced before it even hit the ground--or its previous target had fully pulverized.

The shotgun's chamber primed itself, and Diamond Dog shot another burst into the grav-tank's side. This time he struck the exposed engine core. Tons of reinforced metal melted away in moments. Without the core to power its anti-grave drive, the tank plummeted into the earth.

Diamond reloaded his shotgun, poking his head into the tank through its dematerialized wall.

Negative on survivors.

Handler
« That's heavy fire support taken care off. Time to mop them up and return to base. »
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DD gave a silent acknowledgement to the voice in his radio. He swapped the shotgun out for a pair of pistols--more handy in close-quarters--and moved on the last factory.

 

[Nero Drake]

Isur Yuri Maji Tuchanka

"Anyone else see that?" He muttered, keeping his sights on where he saw the movement.

Nero blasted the shadows with his bryar pistol. It scorched a mark in tunnel rock momentarily illuminating an outline of something inhuman as it fled around a corner. More bestial howls echoed through the abandoned Imperial complex.

"You woke an entire nest with all that stomping around oaf!" he blamed the karkarodon in a hoarse whisper, "This cursed place will be our tomb."

He held his breath listening to the menacing echoes slowly fade out. Rocks tumbled somewhere nearby prolonging their suspense. When silence prevailed Nero exhaled slowly in relief. He looked around at the others.

"I think they're gone-"

Something struck the young pirate hard in the back. Nero fell on his face and survival instincts urged him to roll over on his back. He tried to draw his sword but a claw pinned his arm to the ground. The bright flash blinded him when he fired his bryar pistol again point blank.

"Kill it!" Nero screeched in terror.

 

[Diamond Dog]

BYOO
Somewhere on Chroma Zed

\> ▶ NOW PLAYING: "PURSUIT" — Gesaffelstein
\> TIME: 00:52 / 04:07 | VOL: 110% | LOOP: OFF


KZZ Corp-Sec knew how to recruit decent shots. Combat stims flooded DD's system to counteract a shot that had taken him in the leg. The marksman who'd made the hit already lay dead on the factory floor. His friends kept being more persistent, however. Five kept taking pot-shots from behind cover. One in the back was operating a terminal to call for reinforcements.

Handler
« You've got two attempting to flank. Behind the wall, to your left. »​

DD put down some suppressive fire to switch to the disruptor shotgun. A thin durasteel wall was the only thing between him and the flankers in that side-corridor. He pulled the trigger, aiming at the wall. A snap-krack and the metal vaporized.

The Crop-Sec officers yelled surprised curses, attempting to get their weapons up. DD dispatched them.

He moved on. The shotgun got swapped for the other pistol again, and he moved forward on the remaining assailants. KZZ Corp did know how to pick their guys. Tactically-minded, composed under pressure, and usually pretty good shots. Unfortunately, their paycheck-warriors weren't quite enough to stop a stim-fueled Gank bulldozing straight through their durasteel walls.

 

[Tuchanka]

O B J E C T I V E - 2
NEW YEAR, NEW ME​

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Tuchanka smelled the beast before she heard it. It was difficult to ascertain the origin thanks to the miasmatic scents of mutt, fish, and unwashed pirate, but the creature luckily revealed itself as it lunged for Nero Drake from the shadows. She spared a chuckle that quickly found itself becoming a roar as she spun to face the beast.

The Trandoshan turned and extended her arm, handling her scattergun with a single claw. Her taloned finger squeezed the trigger twice in rapid succession. Slugs burst from the barrel, ripping her target’s torso to ribbons. It flew back from the blast and landed a short distance away with a heavy thwack on the stone. Tuchanka eyed it, watching for so much as a twitch, but it made no further movements. Only the slow puddling of dark blood came from the corpse.

Tasting the air, Tuchanka reached for the gun’s underbarrel with her off hand and cocked it.

“There are more,” she growled.

“More blood for the Ssscorekeeper.”

Tags: Isur | Nero Drake | Yuri Maji
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