Dominion [Black Sun] If the Price is Right || BSS Dominion of Petrusia

[Velzari Tharn]

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A - B L A C K - S U N - S T O R Y

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"All bids are final!" the suited Aqualish announced again for the fourth time this evening. Evidently, the Petrusian auctioneers had dealt with violent cases of buyer's remorse in the past. This time, though, the penthouse floor was guarded much closer than ever before - Black Sun enforcers armed with the syndicate's infamous dual blasters kept careful watch over the guests. A fine selection of black market goods were on auction this evening, ranging from weapons and the services of sentients to vicious creatures and a stolen Imperial starship. The guest list was equally impressive; princes, trade moguls, and senators have lined the floor, donning expensive finery sewn by expert tailors. Each have come with hopes of walking away with a treasure from the showroom.

The auction will be starting soon, a fact that stirs the energy in the room like a fine stew simmering over a flame. Prepare your checkbooks and outbid your opponents - only one can walk away with their prize.

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Not all in attendance are here to buy. Some prefer the proverbial window shopping, a game of appearances and careful calculations hidden behind the guise of mere curiosity. While benefactors and money launderers prove their status as high rollers of the Underworld on the bidding floor, a meticulous breed of deviants watch from above, in the safety of the penthouse's upper deck. Here, a full bar and automated waiting staff cater to those who prefer to trade secrets over credits. What powerful information will you glean from your fellow guests?

Enjoy a semi-private social hour with some of the galaxy's most dangerous players while credits and strange curios change hands below.

Auction Items

OOC Notes:
Recommended starting bids for each item are 1,000 - 5,000 UCs
You may barter for an item with an offering of equal or lower production value
All items were donated directly or provided by Pyrrah Tae 's Black Market

• Armor & Accessories​
  • x1 Krath Omensight Mask​
  • x1 Kyrel Ren's Life Support Armor​
  • x1 pair of Sunfire Signet Rings​
  • x1 Tashai Coat of Coins​
• Consumables​
  • x1 container of DEAF spice​
  • x6 vials of Zoronhed Bluedream​
• Droids​
  • x1 AUTOM-br 013 "the Aether" Brain​
  • x1 cold, lava-entombed remains of 5-WCH (Switchblade) doing the "thumbs up"​
  • x4 EBX-series Super Commando Droids​
  • x2 IG-110 MagnaGuards​
  • x12 Slam Hounds​
• Lifeforms
  
  • x1 Carbonite-preserved PC (surprise!)​
  • x1 Goliath​
  • x1 Kraujas Rowa​
  • x1 Misini Arira​
  • x1 Nairi Zuhas​
  • x1 Terentasaur​
  • x1 Zasa Raura​
• Services
  
  • Bounty hunting services of Koda Fett
  • Mercenary services of Ranna Sejast (x1 week)
• Starships
  
  • x1 CX-902 Dagger-class Infiltrator
• Vehicles
  
  • x1 Juxtaposer Wheelbike
  • x1 Klinko Attack Pod Racer
• Weapons
  
  • x1 Gatecrasher Energy Shotgun​
  • x1 Kyrel Ren's Second Lightsaber​
  • x1 Light Lash​
  • x1 Lua's Shadow​
  • x2 Merzoidian Blaster Pistols​
  • x1 RD-5r Grenade Launcher​
• Technology
  
  • x1 Aether Portal Repulsor Jammer​
  • x1 Crucius TX-100 Etherdrive​
  • x2 Electrum Loot Boxes​
  • x1 Kyber Engine​
• Misc.​
  • x1 Age of Chaos: The Imperial March Deck​
  • x1 Prosperian Soulstone​
  • x1 pouch of Telecrystalline "seeds"​

 

[Velzari Tharn]

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It was a rarity for Prince Velzari to dwell in such an open social arena, but it would be even odder for him to place bids - a man of his position is often gifted such items as tribute, a gift to the Black Sun in hopes that the syndicate will not kill or enslave the donor. But there was an undeniable rush that came with testing the limits of one's purse against the unknown limits of another's, and that much Velzari could admit was exciting. So with a fresh drink in hand and the lazy smoke of a cigarra swirling around his place on the balcony, the Underlord watched with great interest at the social sport being played below him.

Senators and governors, crime lords and pirate kings, they all intermixed like ingredients in a strange alien dish. Velzari could spot the ones who were far less comfortable gambling large sums of credits on artifacts locked within glass display cases. He watched as one gentleman in particular, a Gran in a stuffy suit, wrestled with the idea of bidding over five thousand credits on a case of high-quality pelts. In another space, a bold Zabrak woman with red and black markings won a suspicious vial of bright green liquid that glowed softly on display.

Yes, this evening would prove quite profitable indeed. Perhaps even profitable enough to convince the mercantile guilds that formed Petrusia's government of Black Sun's capabilities. Plenty of star systems rebuked the syndicate on the premise of justice and honor, but few could withstand the sweet scent of a steady cash flow.

Tags: OPEN
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[Kinley Pryse]

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

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Black tie was never Kinley Pryse's style. Without her infamous hat, she felt off-kilter, like a gun with the safety on. But she had work to do. A drug dealer didn't get nights off, especially not at events like this. She was gliding through the gala, moving product to the usual suspects, and to the senators who waved her off with one hand and paid her with the other. Hypocrites. At least criminals were honest about who they were. The galaxy's "finest" couldn't afford that kind of integrity.

Pathetic

"Party on my friend." Kinely watched as a Bith walked away from her. She slipped the credit stick into the pockets of the ridiculous dress and headed for the bar. As she passed her eyes traveled downward, keeping tabs on the auction below. She was surprised Flint didn't have her bidding on anything today.

As she traveled her eyes fell upon the Velzari Tharn and she gave him a respectful nod. Honestly the dude still gave her the creeps as she was always afraid she'd mess up and say something a little above her stature. She had worked a few jobs next to the Underlord now and wasn't ever sure how she came off. Of course Flint was never happy with her performance but she expected that much. Flint was never happy with anything.


Open

A Smooth Criminal

 

[Jerec Asyr]

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Down in the press was Jerec's comfort zone in a setting like this. A veteran of the old auction wars, though the worst of them had been even before his time, he'd come armed with a personal shield belt, a multispectral radcannon pistol, and a sealed and armored space suit. A handful of semi-pacifist Ithorian toughs in similar gear surrounded him.

Jerec laid down his introductory bid for the primary item of his interest: that Aurora Crucius TX-100 Etherdrive. Top of the line, generations beyond the vast majority of hyperdrives floating around. Unusable on a planet, sadly, of course, but he had plenty of imagination left on top of that. He thought about mobile lots offering the finest pre-owned vehicles and vessels all across the universe forever, and was happy.

• Aurora Crucius TX-100 Etherdrive: Vigo Jerec Asyr bids 50,000 wupiupi

 

[Koda Fett]

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In a room so full of criminals playing pretend, it was hard to tell the loth-wolves from the shaak. A mentality thing. Surfacing only when needed, and for now the Black Sun commanded that they all kept on suppressing it. Even if bad blood was as potent in the air as all the smoke and spice.

In between the chattering voices, clinking glasses and soft humming of the jizz music -- right up until the beginning of the auction, that is, when the voice of the announcer would inevitably replace it -- Fett strode through the masses, closing in on his allocated seating for the event. His armoured self was a far cry from the nature of dress most others arrived in, though there was something about a 'Mandalorian' and never parting with their beloved beskar that seemed to face common acceptance.

He stood leaning, hands planted on a small, circular table. A booth was offered to those that could provide more than a fresh pile of corpses.

• Gatecrasher Energy Shotgun: Koda Fett bids 2,000​

 

[Vortigern Tagge]

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There were many benefits of being a member of House Tagge, not only for the fact that one of his relatives was the first Chancellor of the Second Galactic Alliance but also due to the power and influence that accompanied the status of a wealthy socialite with extensive connections. That is precisely how he secured an invitation to such a clandestine event.

Beneath the shimmering golden chandelier, he savored a crystalline glass of Alderaanian wine, exuding the nonchalance of a man who had never lost a coveted bid. There were certainly many items on display that could enhance his reputation among the galaxy's elite. His thin mustache curled slightly as he scrutinized the auction floor with narrowed eyes, his hair slicked back with a casual flick of his hand.

Dressed to impress, he wore a blue uniform adorned with gold embellishments, complemented by a golden toga that completed his look. The auctioneer, with an amused smirk, reiterated his warning. "Desperation breeds forgetfulness," he murmured, mostly to himself.

Vortigern's gaze drifted to the terminal before him as a gloved hand reached down deliberately, selecting various items along with the necessary credits to acquire them.

House Tagge's bid.

60,000 Credits for the Crucius TX-100 Etherdrive

1,000 Credits for the Prosperian Soulstone

1,000 Credits for Kyber Engine

 

[Xeykard]

Of those on the auction floor tonight, most had wants -- rich beings, spending their ill-gotten gains on a trinket, a new tool, something that might be useful, or an idle curiosity to show to suitable house guests.

Xeykard, on the other hand, had needs.

Some he could skip, find replacements for, but replacements needed time, and time was more precious than all the credits he'd amassed. So it was time to spend. He made the first, raising his hand a couple times, inputting it elsewhere -- before the other need presented itself, and he left the remaining work to his subordinate, a military-faced man in an ill-fitting suit, who sat like he was standing.

Bids:

• 70,000 Credits for the Crucius TX-100 Etherdrive
• 5,000 Credits for the Prosperian Soulstone
• 10,000 Credits for the Services of Koda Fett
• 5,000 Credits for the Goliath Sithspawn
• 4,000 Credits for the Misini Arira Sithspawn
• 2,000 Credits for the Terentasaur Sithspawn
• 1,000 Credits for the Carbonite-preserved PC

The Inquisitor made his way up, finding the one and only ruler of the Black Sun, smoking a cigarra on the balcony overlooking a million illicit transactions.

"Underlord," he greeted, giving an appropriate nod of deference. "Business proceeds, and your domain expands."

He sidled up to the Falleen prince, leaning on the railing as to keep his stature in check. "Your plans for Sarko -- this one will admit, tactical brilliance from criminals was unexpected. You have this one's respect in this matter. A well-laid trap; victory no matter the outcome. Well played."

Velzari Tharn ​

 

[Jerec Asyr]

60,000 Credits for the Crucius TX-100 Etherdrive

70,000 Credits for the Crucius TX-100 Etherdrive

Jerec hooted irritably, which crinkled and puffed out the space suit along the sides of his neck. He glowered somewhat at Vortigern Tagge and Xeykard — whom he knew — but glowering had rarely won an auction.

Crucius TX-100 Etherdrive: Vigo Jerec Asyr bids 80,000 credits and a Jedi lightsaber, gently used.

It was a pretty nice lightsaber. He'd take it off some long-haired muscle-bound Jedi Knight after a bare-knuckle brawl at an upscale Denon bistro. Corrugated steel grip, lots of bells and whistles, green blade, very tasteful. Not his favorite trophy lightsaber but enough that losing it would hurt.

 

[Mauve]

He sidled up to the Falleen prince, leaning on the railing as to keep his stature in check. "Your plans for Sarko -- this one will admit, tactical brilliance from criminals was unexpected. You have this one's respect in this matter. A well-laid trap; victory no matter the outcome. Well played."

"High praise coming from a Sith like you," came the dulcet voice of a Zeltron in an elegant dress and heels that clicked just so when she walked, as she did just now behind Xeykard , to prop herself up against the balcony railing, back to the audience, violet eyes on the Sith and the Underlord.

Painted lips curved around the rim of her fluted glass, some amber liquid within dribbling into her mouth. She ran a tongue behind the back of her teeth, seeming to relish the taste, then gave a too-white smile.

She raised a hand in some signal to one below, as a Nikto straw purchaser suddenly placed a bid on her behalf.

5,000 credits on the carbonite slab.
1,000 credits on the sunfire signet ring.
1,000 credits on the telecrystalline seeds.
1,000 credits on the Krath Omensight mask.

The Zeltron held out a hand for the Barabel, lacquered nails flat and wrist slightly limp.

Now will he try to shake it, kiss it, or eat it?

All part of the fun.

"Mauve."

Velzari Tharn

 

[Velzari Tharn]

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"Inquisitor," the Falleen greeted. He took a deep drag from his cigarra and blew the rich, herbal smoke from his nostrils. He regarded the Sith with interest, silently welcoming Xeykard to his perch. "I trust you're enjoying the auction. There's a rather impressive selection of prizes to be won down there."

The Underlord's gaze spanned the room, taking in the movement of his guests. Tables with bidding terminals mounted into their polished surfaces glowed a dim green as potential buyers tapped in their bids. Already, several items were soaring in the tens of thousands - impressive, considering the auction had only begun mere minutes ago. The clinking of drink glasses brought his attention to the bar on the upper floor, where his Vigos were sharing spirits and deepening the syndicate's reach through conversations and the formation of schemes.

He caught sight of his majordomo Arcadian as the Ubese approached a familiar face. Kinley Pryse was a promising young woman in Velzari's criminal empire, dependable and eager to prove herself. It was a shame that Flint was the Vigo presiding over her. There were far more capable hands to foster such a fiery spirit, but alas, Velzari had bigger fish to fry.

"Sarko is a gambit," the Underlord admitted, "but Black Sun is nothing if not thorough. Our assassins and bounty hunters are fully prepared to box in the Jedi and eliminate them before they can flee. Dioxis grenades to prevent easy escape, ysalamiri cradles to dampen their abilities, and well-trained shooters to put them down like dogs."

Velzari smirked, amused by his own vigor. He would see every last one of them dead if he could, but the Prince of the Underworld could admit that was an ambitious desire; he would be more than pleased with any number of dead Jedi, for each lightsaber the syndicate collected, there was one fewer star to shine light upon his shadowy empire.

"Your role in the Sarko plot will be handsomely rewarded," Velzari said. "Black Sun does not forget its friends."

He nodded to Mauve as she approached and introduced herself. She was one of Black Sun's four Vigo Majores, an underboss in laymen's. She could be trusted with any topic of discussion, a fact that Velzari shared with his calm demeanor as the Zeltron leaned against the railing.

Tags: Mauve | Xeykard
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[Arcadian]

Arcadian was many things to the Black Sun syndicate: slaver, trade baron, bounty hunter, picaroon, debt collector. One thing he had not yet done was sponsor a fledgling member in the Bounty Hunters Guild. That duty had fallen to the Vigos, who were often more than happy to extort a steeper price from potential hunters than Black Sun's typical "processing fee."

Luckily for the human woman called Miss Pryse, Arcadian was more honorable than most Vigos. Most.

"You," he wheezed as he approached the woman, "are Kinley Pryse. I am Arcadian. We have business. Much to discuss. Join me." The helmed Ubese's speech was short and direct, but he was not speaking rudely. The pattern he employed was simply the best he could afford given his limited lung capacity.

Assuming Miss Pryse did not refuse to accompany him, Arcadian would lead the aspirant bounty hunter to a nearby booth. He withdrew a datapad from the pocketed tunic that wrapped his frame and laid it on the table. With a gloved hand, he tapped a few times and scrolled, seemingly reviewing a dossier of sorts. Information, all of it about Kinley. Raw data, gathered by agents of the syndicate and procured by the majordomo for what might be the next step in her career as a bona fide bounty hunter.

"Shall we begin?" he queried, though he already knew her answer. If Kinley were uncertain at all, she'd not have wasted Arcadian's time... lest she have a death wish.

Tags: Kinley Pryse​

 

[Xeykard]

Xeykard turned to face the approaching Vigo. His eyes thinned, as though threatening a smile, as he took her hand. "Ah, but there are no Sith like this one," he said, giving it a kiss.

"And there are certainly none like you, Mauve," he rose again -- and suddenly his grip was on her wrist, pinched between his claws. Drawn to his full height, he towered over the Zeltron, a flash of violence in his gaze. A reminder. "Not many with a bounty like yours would approach a hunter so confidently."

And then it was gone, her hand released. "Perhaps it adds to your allure. This one is a hunter of a different sort, regardless." One last glint in his eyes, of a different sort.

He nodded again to Tharn. "Dealing in death is a vital trade -- but to conquer and rule is a matter of fear. Failure loses you little. The Jedi and their will look over their shoulders, so long as the Black Sun exists.

"Not that this one will fail. The former is still this one's trade of choice, and an opportunity like this... too well-set to pass up."

A glance down to the bidding -- his straw didn't flinch, visibly anyways, but the prices were rising. To meet Asyr's bid-

- 90,000 Credits and an alchemized Sith assassin's short sword, in perfect condition other than a single micro-nick from meeting Xeykard's lightclub, for the Crucius TX-100 Etherdrive.

Velzari Tharn | Mauve ​

 

[Kinley Pryse]

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

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Kinley had barely ordered a brightly colored “mocktail” when she was approached by the helmed man. She had been expecting to speak with him, but had no idea when. Of course it had to be while she was wearing this ridiculous dress. Some things couldn’t be helped she guessed.

She picked up her fake alcoholic beverage and followed the taller individual, already knowing what this would be about. There was a lot of work being tossed to the bounty guilds and she wanted a piece of the action. The issue was Black Sun required a license for such enterprises. She could have asked Flint of course, but she didn’t want him to know about this. If the deck folded her way this was a first step in her plan for freedom. Of course double crossing a vigo was going to bring heat so she would have to work the details out. Right now she just needed a license.

“Glad to finally meet you Arcadian.”

She took a seat and stirred her false beverage with a straw, her eyes sizing up the creature in front of her.

Arcadian

A Smooth Criminal

 

[Jerec Asyr]

- 90,000 Credits and an alchemized Sith assassin's short sword, in perfect condition other than a single micro-nick from meeting Xeykard's lightclub, for the Crucius TX-100 Etherdrive.

Mother Jungle dammit. Xeykard was a useful associate and all but still.

Jerec stuck a straw in a glass and then through the appropriate neck aperture of his space suit. He slurped Whyren's Reserve irritably. It took the edge off. Hopefully it wouldn't blunt his WILL TO AUCTIONALLY DOMINATE.

To settle in for the long haul, he and his space-suited Ithorian entourage occupied a set of right-angle lounge seating, dispossessing some Pykes and a couple of Mandos.

• Crucius TX-100 Etherdrive: Jerec Asyr bids 100,000 credits, a Jedi lightsaber, and a VIP pass to the Shadowport Thaal'Quorr Community Festival of Drugs
• 2x Merzoidian Blaster Pistols: 500 credits and no-questions-asked boarding credentials for some hangars on Hosk-240

 

[Koda Fett]

With his bet unopposed, this was shaping up to be the easiest auction yet. Though being a bounty hunter with a bounty of his own was quickly proving to add excess expenses to an already high risk, high reward lifestyle - dodging lawman patrols and blasting holes in the competition was expensive. Spending even more on some junkyard scatter gun was hardly a wise move. Offering his services was the quickest way to a credit, but no bites so far.

Doing some window selling of his own might do.

"Try not to blow a fuse, Jerec." He said in passing, seeing the plainly writ irritation flushed across the Ithorian. He glanced towards the announcer, then back. "If you want that thing so badly, I'll get it for you. It'll cost you, but not that much."

Jerec Asyr

 

[Arcadian]

Peering through the horizontal visor of his helmet, Arcadian watched Kinley as she spoke. "Likewise," he returned, avoiding any sentiment that might color his decision at the end of their conversation.

"You seek a sponsorship in the Bounty Hunters Guild," Cade said. "But you did not seek it from your Vigo. Why?"

It wasn't a move that would hinder her chances, per se, but it was an interesting factor nonetheless. Not every bounty hunter was a direct agent of Black Sun and therefore did not seek any particular sponsor over another when inquiring; those who were agents, however, almost always sought the approval of their boss. To run to another was often seen as a lack of confidence at best, or a betrayal at worst.

Either way, Arcadian was eager to hear Kinley's reasoning. He was not blind to Flint's reputation. The Canto territory was not nearly as strong as it should be considering the vast wealth that changes hands there. Between casinos, fathier races, corporate presence, and Imperial influence, Cantonica should be among Black Sun's steadiest cash flows - it was not, and Flint often made that his underlings' problem.

Perhaps that is why Miss Pryse sought a foot in someone else's door.

Tags: Kinley Pryse​

 

[Vortigern Tagge]

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Gloved fingers tapped the armrest as Vortigern looked down at the terminal once again, where additional bids for the auction item were being recorded and their various owners identified for his review. Most of these individuals appeared to be notable figures within the galactic community, and when he referred to them as notable, he primarily meant scoundrels and lowlifes; however, they possessed the credits to spend, which posed a significant challenge.

He sipped the crystalline glass of Alderaanian wine with more enthusiasm, as Jerec Asyr and Xeykard entered into a bidding war for the Crucius TX-100 Etherdrive, which was hardly surprising given its overall usefulness.

"The Etherdrive is becoming a hot commodity, unfortunate as that means the price will climb steeper until it reaches an almost unthinkable amount. I shall withdraw my bid and reassess the items on display." He pondered from his booth, aware that anyone wagering a significant sum of credits on a single item, regardless of its utility, was foolish.

To make wise investments at this auction, one needed a varied portfolio, especially if they intended to resell their item later at a considerable profit. Perhaps one most informed about this was the infamous Bounty Hunter Koda Fett whose eyes were naturally focused on the Gatecrasher Energy Shotgun. A solid weapon with some value if the price was kept low.

House Tagge's bid.

6,000 Credits for the Prosperian Soulstone

1,000 Credits for the Kyber Engine

3,000 Credits for Gatecrasher Energy Shotgun

2,000 Credits for pouch of Telecrystalline "seeds"

1,000 Credits for Aether Portal Repulsor Jammer

 

[Andrasta Sitra]

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She didn’t walk like someone who belonged here.

She was still too clean around the eyes. A little too sharp at the edges. But Andrasta knew better than to let it show. She moved like smoke; drifting just fast enough to avoid attention, yet slow enough not to have anyone challenge it.

The cantinas here bled into each other like bad memories. Neon flickered over cracked tiles where it got caught in the grease slick puddles that gathered in the corners of the streets. Here and there music oozed from broken speakers; one part synth, two parts distortion barely covering the voices that rose and fell in arguments nobody remembered starting.

She passed one open doorway where a rather burly looking Trandoshan barked with laughter, slamming down a metal cup with enough force to crack it against the durasteel table he was stood near. Inside it wasn’t much better, a Rodian slouched over the bar, unconscious or close to it, and someone was dancing for an audience that hadn’t paid in credits or kindness.

Andrasta didn’t stop.

Her boots made no sound on the pavement, just a soft rhythm of step, step, pause. The Kiffar was looking for something, or someone. Then again maybe she was just looking for a place that hadn’t yet decided it wanted to eat her alive.

A flick of a vibroblade hissed behind her in an alley. She didn’t flinch though and just kept moving, whoever it was, they weren’t close enough yet to matter. Not tonight.

She ducked beneath a sagging banner for The Wyrm’s Tooth, where the scent of burnt spice, rust, and spilled liquor hit like a gut punch. The bouncer gave her a look and she made sure she returned it, just long enough to make him glance away.

Inside, it was warmer, not safer. Just warmer would have to do.

She pulled her hood down, tucked the chip of synthglass deeper into her pocket, and slipped through the haze of cigarette smoke that only just barely covered the lies that sat in the air.

One drink, or one whisper. That’s all she needed.

Then she’d move again.

Before the city remembered her name.