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

[Kig Mortuuga]

Objective: 2 - Window-Shopping
Location: Auction House, Petrusia
Entourage: None
Tags: Velzari Tharn | Kinley Pryse | OPEN

Mig had no idea why he was sent to this place. He was a smuggler or a thief. He didn't belong in a fancy place with fancy clothes. What made it even worse was there was nothing that Lady X sent him to buy. The directions were to watch a couple items. See who bought them. Size them up for future "dealings". Beyond that he was to take in the surroundings. Lady X had been accepted into Black Sun, but she needed to know the lay of the land so to speak before she would jump into these situations.

The auction attracted all sorts of the underworld's finest as well as some more reputable rich folks who were willing to get down in the dirt to get access to some rare goods. Kig was expected to watch over the crowd and make notes on the associates of the Black Sun. He had been given a list, but he was sure that it was not complete. He would have to keep his eyes and ears open. A part of him wished that he could have brought some of his crew along. But they were even deeper in the doghouse than Kig was. Boy how a year in the hole can change things.

Kig had no trouble picking the Underboss of the Black Sun out. Tharn could be some distant relative of Lady X. Kig was to watch but not interfere with the machinations of the Tharn. That was not an issue as Kig wasn't so anxious to mix up with another powerful Falleen. He would be just as happy getting away from Lady X.

The human woman with the bow tie caught Kig's eye. Her sense of style was different. But Kig had a tendency towards noticing the females in a room. This one was quickly met by Arcadian who was some member of Velzari's organization from the things Kig was shown. He would have to see who this woman was before he left the auction. Lady X would want to know.

With his first choice of distractions taken away, Kig focused on the bidding. He couldn't afford a single thing, but he took note of who was bidding on what that was a good thing for someone looking to spread their wings to know.

 

[Mercy]

Objective: 1
Tags: Aylin Dara

Mercy hadn't been planning on actually bidding on anything.

Watching the Ithorian Jerec Asyr force a bidding war with several others was rather amusing. No, she was just here to watch the Vigos and other power players of the Black Sun Syndicate. She and her companion, Dara, were sitting somewhere at the end of the room and to the side. To not take up too much attention.

Which was hard when you were Mercy, but she did her best.

At least until her attention fell on one particular item.

"See that? I want that." She murmured in a quiet tone to Aylin. "5000 credits for the CX-902." Mercy, turns out, was a collector of vintage Imperial-made model ships. Her very first personal ship had been a prisoner barge from the Imperial side of the Sith Empire. It had served her rather well for quite some time.

It wouldn't be a big loss if she was outbid, but if you didn't try, you never won.

 

[Aylin Dara]

In among the members of the Black Sun, Aylin was a touch out of her depth.

Nar Shaddaa, however, was rife with opportunities. That business at the Ashline Terminal presented one such chance to move beyond the scum in the gutter depths. Getting in on the ground floor of a new crew was the move, after all, and unlike most that were being pushed around, this one belonged to a bigger, badder fish. Mercy was just that. In this cesspool of a pond, even a sea, she was built to last.

"I see, I see." She began, nodding. Turning to Mercy, Aylin said, "I don't have any money though."

Aylin glanced about next, muttering, "Lot of bad eggs here..."

Mercy

 

[Mauve du Vain]

"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.

"Just so," she murmured, snatching her hand back as if she'd touched fire, though her own eyes came alight with a certain thrill. Dangerous games always did keep the blood flowing, the heart racing.

Her head tilted toward the Underlord as he spoke, tone firm despite the playfulness on his lips. She and he were too alike, cut from similar cloth.

“Play nice,” he said sternly. A slight smirk formed on his pale green lips. “Both of you.”

"Of course, Great Prince," her words slow and smooth in a husky timbre. The woman wondered what it would take to stroke his scales the wrong way, to turn that cold blood hot. A curiosity she filed away for later, she could only deal with one reptile at a time.

Mauve briefly turned her attention back to the auction floor, expression souring at the attempts of House Tagge.

House Tagge's bid.

You'll have to do far better.

She gestured to her Nikto manservant who placed another bid, retaining her bids on the others and increasing it on the two House Tagge sought. The info maven considered letting him prevail on one, or perhaps even both. But it would have a price more than mere credits.

5,000 credits on the carbonite slab.
1,000 credits on the sunfire signet ring.
4,000 credits on the telecrystalline seeds.
1,000 credits on the Krath Omensight mask.
8,000 credits on the Prosperian soulstone.

The violet stare turned back onto Xeykard and she placed a lacquered fingernail on his chest in a gentle prod. "I think you know how to choose your quarry, drake. No better friend." Her fingernail skated down a scale. "And no greater enemy."

 

[Kinley Pryse]

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

O B J E C T I V E - 2
W I N D O W - S H O P P I N G​

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

Of course, the first question out of his mouth was the one she least wanted to answer. Kinley had expected it. Years of practicing a poker face kept her expression neutral. She just stared at the helmet across the table, slowly stirring her drink with a straw,cool as ever.

At last, she lifted the straw, licked it dry with deliberate calm, and seemed to weigh her words. She set it down on the napkin in front of her and gave a casual shrug.

"Flint's a small-time vigo," she said. "He's comfortable on Cantonica. But I want more. I want to meet the real players, the ones who understand what 'larger than life' really looks like."

That much was true. Flint kept the hookers and spice flowing across the casino world, enough to keep him rich and his people loyal. But ambition? Vision? He had none. He didn't want more. Kinley knew that by working with another vigo, she was sinking deeper into Black Sun's grip. But she also knew the only way out was through, and she was going to get her father out of this no matter how much fire she had to walk through.

Her eyes drifted around the other tables where she spotted a nautolan looking at her. Perhaps it was a customer who wanted some spice? Business never sleeps it seems.

Arcadian Kig Mortuuga

A Smooth Criminal

 

[Ranna Sejast]

Ranna considered the half-empty glass of lum she was drinking from and decided to set it aside. It didn't look like anyone was bidding on her contract. The only consolation there was that Fett didn't look to have any takers. Guess bounty hunters and mercs just weren't in demand these days. She thought and looked over the pad showing her the bidding. If she wasn't going to make out like a bandit, she didn't want to splurge too much. Wouldn't go amiss to pick up the right thing though. Something that would be a force multiplier, let her take on larger contracts... Her eyes settled in on the droid section.

Really it came down to the last three, and police dogs that exploded weren't really her thing. Though she made a mental note of how sadistic someone had to be to design a minefield that could chase you down or even show up at your house hours later. What drew her attention was the war droids. Those were tempting. And a conundrum. She liked the idea of four, flexibility and better control over an area, more blasters pointed in more directions. But the two guards, they were definitively better, and she liked the idea of being backed up by a pair of Jedi or Sith killers. It seemed like there were more of them in the galaxy every year. Or, why not both? A small part of her asked. See if anyone out bid her and then let them go.

1,000 Creds x4 EBX-series Super Commando Droids
1,000 Creds x2 IG-110 MagnaGuards

 

[Kivah]

Kivah loved seedy little places like this, she'd been rolling in them ever since leaving home and they never disappointed. Well, as long as she didn't count all the times they had, which was most of the time. This time wasn't like that though, and the object up for sale were quite exciting. The thought of testing herself against those Sith spawn quickened her heart as she imagined the battle. She could probably find some wild, sure, but these were available now, and without her fellow Sith looking over her shoulder.

And then next was.... Ah, a bid appeared even as she looked to the ship. It was an interesting thing, not really her style. She considered bidding on it anyway and passing it on, but that would have been a bit too generous. Instead, she looked to her last consideration. She'd liked the sword she'd received at the santa sithmas thing Kor'ethyr did, getting a non-cursed one sounded preem. Putting in her bids, Kivah stretched her legs across the bench in the booth and leaned back against the wall to relax and drink.

5,000 x1 Terentasaur
4,000 x1 Lua's Shadow Sword

 

[Xeykard]

A nod to the Underlord's request. Xeykard didn't do nice, but- he could play. He let Mauve's finger push him ever so slightly, granting her a moment's power over him. But not -- never -- long, as still he stood, neck bent to look at her. He avoided her implied question, instead taking a different angle.

"Some quarry choose themselves," he said. "By chance, by station. You, surely, must have more freedom in the matter than this one." He leaned on the railing again, descended closer to her level, and observed at the proceeding auction. Xeykard had few tells, but his eyes narrowed slightly with the latest updated bids.

The man below raised his hand again.

- 6,000 Credits on the Terentasaur Sithspawn

But a motion from Xeykard stopped the next bid, as he turned again to Mauve. "Sate this one's curiosity. The Prosperian Soulstone -- what use is it to you?"

Mauve du Vain | Velzari Tharn ​

 

[Mercy]

Objective: 1
Tags: Aylin Dara

"Oh you poor thing..." Mercy purred quietly and gently patted Dara on the head. It was meant to be a bit of a kind gesture, but the effect was ruined by two things.

Even though it was gentle... gentle for Mercy still meant Dara would feel the shock of the pat run through her body.
Secondly... she had done it with her eldritch arm. Clawed, liquid gold, always shifting slightly. Most people were uncomfortable being in close proximity to it.

Especially the ones who had seen the Kaggath and knew what had happened with it previously.

"Here you go, a little pocket money." And Mercy transferred a bit of cash Aylin's way. Just enough to buy herself something nice if her eyes didn't get too hungry for her wallet.

"Bad eggs?" Mercy echoed with humor. "What does that make of us?"

Perhaps a bad omelette.

 

[Vortigern Tagge]

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Vortigern offered a grimace as the terminal updated with another bid from Mauve du Vain 's section of the auction. They had raised the bid on the Prosperian Soulstone to 8,000 Underworld Credits and the Telecrystalline "seeds" up to 4,000 Credits, clearly challenging the House of Tagge.

The pressing question was how he should respond; typically, one would raise the bid again, but it was uncertain how many credits the competitor still had available to spend. He had no desire to engage in a lengthy bidding war over an item, yet the potential resale value was so high that it would be unwise to withdraw at this point.

His gloved finger traced the shape of his pencil mustache as he pondered, having performed some internal calculations. The first item had seen a 33.33% increase, while the second item had skyrocketed to a 100% increase, but there was a certain pride on the line here.

"Two can play at this game. Mademoiselle" Vortigern leaned back and pressed the button.

House Tagge's bid.

9,000 Credits for the Prosperian Soulstone

1,000 Credits for the Kyber Engine

3,000 Credits for Gatecrasher Energy Shotgun

5,000 Credits for pouch of Telecrystalline "seeds"

1,000 Credits for Aether Portal Repulsor Jammer

6,000 Credits for carbonite slab

2,000 Credits for the Sunfire Signet Ring

2,000 Credits for the Krath Omensight Mask.

 

[Velzari Tharn]

B L A C K - S U N - S Y N D I C A T E
W I N D O W - S H O P P I N G​

Shrewd eyes watched over the bidding floor like an ash angel. Bids were raised, then beaten. Trades offered and rescinded. It was an ebb and flow, a tidal shift of credits, and Black Sun was the guiding force that pulled it. Hutt Space had learned its lesson when the Cartel pushed back. Cisco and the other slugs on Nar Shaddaa resisted Black Sun. They were now dead, their palaces occupied by Vigos loyal to Velzari.

If all went according to plan, so too shall the royal palaces of the High Republic. The Alliance, too. Velzari skimmed over the active bids, noting that Vortigern Tagge had surpassed poor Mauve du Vain on a number of exciting items. The Underlord grinned wolfishly, tossing a sideways glance at his Vigo before returning his gaze to the datapad in hand.

He swiped away the financial data, binging up a report from the Core. All the holofeeds both reputable and otherwise were reporting on one thing: the emergence of the Empire and their blitz attack on Coruscant and neighboring worlds in the Deep Core. And to make matters even more interesting, it appeared that Darth Solipsis was, indeed, alive.

"Good," Velzari hummed to himself.

His recent meeting with Grand Vizier Shannic Wulf on Nar Shaddaa had solidified a nefarious partnership between Black Sun and this new Galactic Empire, one that stood to make both sides a substantial amount of credits. An Imperial Core would only deepen the coffers. Velzari smiled and set the datapad on a table next to his seat. He leaned back into the cushion, allowing the fine upholstery to cradle his form. Everything was going according to plan... all he needed now was a strong drink.

Current Bids

Note:
[*] = initial bid
[-] = bid unchanged
[^] = bid increased​

• [-] Aether Portal Repulsor Jammer - 1k - Vortigern Tagge
• [^] Carbonite Slab - 6k - Vortigern Tagge
• [-] Crucius TX-100 Etherdrive - 100k + a Jedi lightsaber and a VIP pass to the Shadowport Thaal'Quorr Community Festival of Drugs - Jerec Asyr
• [*] CX-902 Dagger-class Infiltrator - 5k - Mercy
• [*] EBX-series Super Commando Droids - 1k - Ranna Sejast
• [-] Gatecrasher Energy Shotgun - 3k - Vortigern Tagge
• [-] Goliath Sithspawn - 5k - Xeykard
• [*] IG-110 MagnaGuards - Ranna Sejast
• [^] Krath Omensight Mask - 2k - Vortigern Tagge
• [-] Kyber Engine - 1k - Vortigern Tagge
• [*] Lua's Sword - 4k - Kivah
• [-] Merzoidian Blaster Pistols - 500 + a no-questions-asked boarding credentials for some hangars on Hosk-240 - Jerec Asyr
• [-] Misini Arira Sithspawn - 4k - Xeykard
• [^] Prosperian Soulstone - 9k - Vortigern Tagge
• [-] Services of Koda Fett - 10k - Xeykard
• [-] Slam Hounds - 5k - Dara Kael
• [^] Sunfire Signet Rings - 2k - Vortigern Tagge
• [^] Telecrystalline “seeds” - 5k - Vortigern Tagge
• [^] Terentasaur Sithspawn - 6k - Xeykard

Tags: Mauve du Vain | Xeykard
Nearby: Kig Mortuuga | Kinley Pryse
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[Mauve du Vain]

"Sate this one's curiosity. The Prosperian Soulstone -- what use is it to you?"

"To me?" she took a sip of her drink, "Nothing." A one shouldered shrug. "Just a rock. But to others?" Her lips curved up at the edges, "Well. I guess we are all hunters in our own way. Why - do you want it?"

She raised an eyebrow at the auction floor as House Tagge responded with overwhelming force.

They do say a man's reach should exceed his grasp. This one certainly has the grasping part down.

Greed. What a wonderful thing.

Mauve gestured to her purchaser.

10,000 credits on the carbonite slab.
5,000 credits on the sunfire signet ring.
10,000 credits on the telecrystalline seeds.
5,000 credits on the Krath Omensight mask.
10,000 credits on the Prosperian soulstone.

She took a certain satisfaction in bleeding aristocracy dry.

Let's see how far your creditors will let you reach.

 

[Xeykard]

He tapped two knuckles against his forehead, then rolled his hands and fingers out to Mauve. "You have this one's respect. In this hunt, you take the prize."

He caught a glance from his straw, and gestured in the negative. No bids for now. His eyes drifted to the Ithorian below, and weighed options in his mind. As with tonight, he would leave the violence -- but his position would be even more disadvantageous than the one he was in with Mauve now. A test, then; his gaze returned to the Zeltron.

"But this one is disappointed in a different sense. This one sees the stone, you see a different sort of credit -- but this one wonders what you will purchase." He shrugged, as though acknowledging the weakness of his challenge. "Do you believe in nothing? Only credits? Or is this just a rock merely a superior bargaining chip in pursuit of something greater?"

Mauve du Vain ​

 

[Mauve du Vain]

"In nothing?" she scoffed, placing a hand over her lips in mock shock. "My dear drake, if you're not in pursuit of something greater, then what is it all for?"

She reached her hand down toward his arm resting on the balcony. "We all want something. Money. Fame." Mauve walked her fingers up Xeykard 's forearm, punctuating her words. "Power."

The smell of jasmine, thick and cloying, hung in the air.

"And what I want... what I need..." she leaned closer, standing on her tip toes so she could whisper in his ear, breath hot against his scales, "Is between me and my confidantes. Should I count you as one, or do you still plan on hunting me?"

Large, violet eyes stared up at him.

 

[Kivah]

Her fist slammed the table, sniped! Kivah laughed to herself and snuggled deeper into her booth with a grin as she began looking around to see if she could spot who might have developed a sudden interest in the giant Sith spawn. Whomever it was seemed to be buying up them all. Starting a menagerie? She snorted to herself and took a draw on her drink, beasts like that weren't meant to be kept. They were for violence.

Her eyes drifted over the three still unbid on. The Nairi Zuhas were too small to be interesting or a fun fight, and the Zasa Raura reminded her too much of a Tuk'ata, whom she'd already killed with naught but bow and knife. One whose skin now wrapped the hilts of her lightsabers. That left the blood wolf. And while Kivah didn't know much about creeping lignan, he looked boring too. Only a little bigger than her, and nothing to prolong a fight.

Aw chit, it could be a graduation gift to herself. Kivah upped her bid with a titter. She knew this place wouldn't disappoint, dress it up all you wanted, she knew this was her kind of place. Raising a finger, she caught the attention of a server and tapped her glass, wanting another.

8,008 x1 Terentasaur
4,000 x1 Lua's Shadow Sword

 

[Arcadian]

Only a slight adjustment of Arcadian's head in the direction of Kig Mortuuga was offered. The Ubese sensed a pair of watchful orbs, but the Nautolan was not interested enough in he and Miss Pryse to warrant being questioned. Instead, Cade inched his gaze back to Kinley and nodded at her disposition for her Vigo.

"I see," he said. "Some may consider is a dishonor to speak poorly of one's superior so openly. Others may call it a betrayal."

Cade went quiet for a moment. This would be very interesting.

"What should I think of this move?"

Personally, Arcadian agreed that Flint was narrow-minded. He was a small, greedy man who lived easy on Cantonica. He did not take risks. Did not capitalize on Canto Bight's unquestionable potential. Vigo was a title meant to convey strength, power, and solidarity; Flint's style of work bastardized it thoroughly. Cade thought all these things, but they remained hidden behind a stoic face and a tinted visor. What Kinley thought, that was the truly important facet.

Tags: Kinley Pryse​

 

[Marlon Sularen]

I F_T H E_P R I C E_I S_R I G H T
Objective I : Deal or No Deal

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
PETRUSIA, EXPANSION REGION

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It had been a while since Sularen had made an appearance in the Underworld. Despite being a prominent Imperial, the Supreme Commander tended to favor the Underworld given the many unique services it offered which while dismissed by most powers in the galaxy, could prove to be a deadly weapon that could be wielded. With the Imperial Confederation preparing to attack the Sith Order and having to deal with the looming threat of the Galactic Empire on the horizon, Sularen figured that it would be a good moment to make a little trip to the Underworld and see what surprises he could take back Imperial Space to help advance the Imperial cause.

As he stepped into the auction room, Sularen noticed that the auction was already in full swing. Multiple items already had a bid placed on them, although fortunately the vast majority of the bids came from a pair of individuals meaning that he wouldn't have to face stiff opposition like the previous bid. After taking some time to examine the items being auctioned, the Imperial Supreme Commander set his sights on a trio of items and without haste stepped forward to speak up in order to place his own bids.

"Five Thousand Credits for the remains of 5-WCH. Twelve Thousand for the Carbonite Slab and Ten Thousand for the CX-902 Dagger-Class Infiltrator" the Supreme Commander proclaimed as he placed his bids. He expected to face stiff opposition from both Mercy and Tagge for the last two bids, although given his station within the Imperial Confederation, he had plenty of credits to go around.

Spoiler: Sularen's Bid

• 5,000 UCs for 5-WCH/Switchblade's remains
• 12,000 UCs for the Carbonite-preserved Individual
• 10,000 UCs for the CX902 Dagger-Class Infiltrator

Tags | Velzari Tharn | Mercy | Vortigern Tagge ​

 

[Xeykard]

Xeykard stayed deadly still; frozen, unwilling or unable to move. In time he met her gaze, but even that was strangely difficult. He thought of a dozen things -- the decadence of the old Empire, the assassins in the night, the disorder he fought to annihilate -- but somehow he felt the winds again, that cool night in his homeland, the way the sand and dust grated his scales.

The hate he maintained abated, then returned, then abated, then... her scent was vile, and yet he played, finding his interest impossible to pin down. A rarity.

"The hunt remains. But the prize..." he leaned in slightly, fixing her with his gaze, withering, piercing, yet none of those things, "seems a different sort.

"Count this one among your confidants. Interests shall align, as they must. There is much this one can provide, as there will be much you provide."

Mauve du Vain ​

 

[Velzari Tharn]

B L A C K - S U N - S Y N D I C A T E
W I N D O W - S H O P P I N G​

The arrival and prompt participation of Marlon Sularen brought both a raised eyebrow and a smirk to the Underlord's visage. Velzari had not seen the Imperial since their meeting on Lexrul, where Black Sun's services were exchanged for the Confederation's convenient ignorance of Underworld matters. Seeing an Imperial officer was rarely a celebratory occasion, but Sularen's red tunic was an exception. Wherever the man went, schemes and credits were sure to follow. Of that much, Velzari was certain.

For the time being, the Prince of Crime forwent following the bid trackers on his datapad and instead chose to watch things unfold in the flesh. Mercy and Mauve du Vain had both been dethroned from their respective leads, and Velzari was quite interested in seeing who came out on top - the Vigo Majore, the Sith Knight, or the Supreme Commander.

"A bottle of Emberlene Reserve," Velzari requested of a servant droid. The diminutive bot nodded its understanding and tottered off toward the bar. In the interim, the Underlord stepped nearer to Mauve and Xeykard with a devilish expression painted neatly across his pale-green face. "Don't lose your composure, my dear," he said to the Zeltron. "And don't lose that bid, either." His tone was charming, but like every other facet of the Underlord, there was many meanings to be gleaned.

Velzari turned to the Barabel with a dark glimmer in his eye. "Tell me, Inquisitor: how many credits do you desire... to bring me Grandmaster Sal-Soren's lightsaber after she is slain like a dog on Sepan 8?"

Current Bids

Note:
[*] = initial bid
[-] = bid unchanged
[^] = bid increased​

• [*] 5-WCH's Remains - 5k - Marlon Sularen
• [-] Aether Portal Repulsor Jammer - 1k - Vortigern Tagge
• [^] Carbonite Slab - 12k - Marlon Sularen
• [-] Crucius TX-100 Etherdrive - 100k + a Jedi lightsaber and a VIP pass to the Shadowport Thaal'Quorr Community Festival of Drugs - Jerec Asyr
• [^] CX-902 Dagger-class Infiltrator - 12k - Marlon Sularen
• [-] EBX-series Super Commando Droids - 1k - Ranna Sejast
• [-] Gatecrasher Energy Shotgun - 3k - Vortigern Tagge
• [-] Goliath Sithspawn - 5k - Xeykard
• [-] IG-110 MagnaGuards - Ranna Sejast
• [^] Krath Omensight Mask - 5k - Mauve du Vain
• [-] Kyber Engine - 1k - Vortigern Tagge
• [-] Lua's Sword - 4k - Kivah
• [-] Merzoidian Blaster Pistols - 500 + a no-questions-asked boarding credentials for some hangars on Hosk-240 - Jerec Asyr
• [-] Misini Arira Sithspawn - 4k - Xeykard
• [^] Prosperian Soulstone - 10k - Mauve du Vain
• [-] Services of Koda Fett - 10k - Xeykard
• [-] Slam Hounds - 5k - Dara Kael
• [^] Sunfire Signet Rings - 5k - Mauve du Vain
• [^] Telecrystalline “seeds” - 10k - Mauve du Vain
• [^] Terentasaur Sithspawn - 8k - Kivah

Tags: Mauve du Vain | Xeykard
Nearby: Kig Mortuuga | Kinley Pryse
Honorable Mention: Briana Sal-Soren
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[Vortigern Tagge]

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Vortigern was not particularly happy with Mauve du Vain and Marlon Sularen trying to push him out of the auction by raising the prices tenfold at every turn. Perhaps they were unaware of the House of Tagge and the power they wielded throughout the galaxy.

However, such a thought vanished as quickly as it came, for there was no need to resort to underhanded tactics over a few trivial items. And although this event was dubbed Deal or No Deal, he suspected it would turn into a no deal situation for everyone involved if these prices continued to fluctuate not according to their true market value, but because some Zeltron and her associates were engaging in price gouging.

"I hesitate to confront Marlon Sularen... as I dread that bald head of his might catch the sunlight and transform it into a lethal laser. And regarding this Zeltron woman that's an entirely different issue, especially considering her species lack of accomplishments beyond revelry and dancing." Vortigern remarked, his tone laced with venom yet softened by a faint smile, as he reached for the terminal again, though this time with significantly more hesitation than before.

House Tagge's bid.

10,001 Credits for the Prosperian Soulstone

1,000 Credits for the Kyber Engine

3,000 Credits for Gatecrasher Energy Shotgun

10,001 Credits for pouch of Telecrystalline "seeds"

1,000 Credits for Aether Portal Repulsor Jammer

12,001 Credits for carbonite slab

5,001 Credits for the Sunfire Signet Ring

5,001 Credits for the Krath Omensight Mask.