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

[Koda Fett]

He glanced, then back. Fett remembered that bald head. A job with the Sith in the last war changed course when someone tripled what Sularen was paying, and the would-be Mandalorian turned coat.

"I can handle that," he would prefer it, his recent slew of financial troubles up and vanishing in one go. If it ever came to pass, that is. "By the end of the night, we'll see."

It was all a gamble. He put in a bid for that backwater scrap tech that could serve an odd purpose from time to time, another tool for the trade. It was to be useful, to him, though it never would be to Sularen. The Imperial was motivated by spite, he considered, lashing out at everyone at once. He crossed a line. Bounty or not, he might just intervene. In here, who could stop him?

Fett wandered from Jerec and passed through the throngs of gathered scum, climbing the stairs. His bidding days were done. He came across Mauve, looking a moment longer than he ought to have with that emotionless T-visor. For whatever reason, who's to say. Though that modulated voice sounded out some words eventually.

"Having trouble with the Imp?"

Testing the waters.

Jerec Asyr - Mauve du Vain

 

[Mauve du Vain]

The Zeltron turned and drank in the sight of a suit of battered armor, the T-visor, and a stance that screamed of coiled violence. The helmet might be expressionless, but she could feel the aura behind it, the yellow of cautious curiosity, the persistent verdant glow of greed, and a dangerous red. Desire. For violence, yes. And... for things unspoken. Like Xeykard and yet not like. A halo of emotions clearer to her than any expression, though he still managed to keep them muted.

"Koda Fett," she replied after a long moment, lips curving into a smile. Mauve quickly finished the rest of her drink and set it aside. Nervousness? Or just excitement. So much the same.

She took a step toward him, apparently otherwise unfazed by the galaxy's most fearsome hunter, so that they stood face to face. Or at least face to helmet. Mauve turned and looked back at the auction floor, a silvered laugh escaping her lips.

"Him? Oh no. I have him right where I want him," she leaned closer, looked back up into her own reflection in the black glass of the t-visor. "Why?" Violet eyes flicked down and fastened on the device the Mandalorian wore strapped to his wrist. "Are you offering your... services?" She reached out, fingers brushing across the tip of one of the missiles, "I hear those are quite expensive these days."

Koda Fett

 

[Vortigern Tagge]

O B J E C T I V E - 1 | D E A L - O R - N O - D E A L
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Now they were approaching the climax of the story as Marlon Sularen appeared more than willing to incur a debt to the First Bank of Nar Shaddaa, but who could fault him for that. The person encased within the carbonate slab could either be a Crime Lord or a highly valuable hyperspace prospector, which could prove advantageous for the Imperial Confederation, indicating that the cost would only escalate further.

It was of no concern to him, as the House of Tagge possessed sufficient resources to sustain this little endeavor with the support of Mauve du Vain . Speaking of they raised the overall price to a considerable 100,000 Underworld Credits.

It was slightly straining the finances, yet he anticipated no difficulties in obtaining more funding once the Bill was approved by the High Republic assembly to grant him exclusive mining rights within their territory.

He reflected that connections were a far more substantial asset as he pressed a gloved finger on the terminal to refresh his bid.

House Tagge's bid.

36,001 Credits for the Prosperian Soulstone

17,001 Credits for the Kyber Engine

17,001 Credits for Aether Portal Repulsor Jammer

110,000 Credits for carbonite slab

25,001 Credits for the CX902 Dagger-Class Infiltrator.

 

[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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Sularen frowned as he watched the bid for the Carbonite slab increase by 40,000 Credits. While the defiance and determination displayed by the other bidders was somewhat admirable at first, it starting to get quite frustrating to have to deal with all of them at once especially as they dragged him through a war of attrition for the contested items. Out of the multiple items already on display, they had to contest the ones that Sularen specifically wanted either out of greed or spite, or maybe both.

At this point the Supreme Commander was clenching his fists in silent frustration although he maintained a calm demeanor knowing well he couldn't lose his cool especially in this atmosphere. He took sometime to scan his surroundings noticing the arrival of a Mandalorian who had approached one of his competitors while the rest simply minded their own business, albeit still united against him in a push to outmaneuver him. Then again this was the Underworld, it was in their nature to act like and he would have to put up with that behaviour, at least for now that was.

With that the Supreme Commander updated his bid, dropping his bids on all previous items and returning to focus on the three items he sought, especially as the other contenders began to focus more on undermining him. One way or another, he would win.

Spoiler: Sularen's Bid

• 5,200 UCs for 5-WCH/Switchblade's remains
• 111,000 UCs for the Carbonite-preserved Individual
• 26,000 UCs for the CX902 Dagger-Class Infiltrator + A Sith Artifact + A Custom Made Product from SularenCo

Tags | Velzari Tharn | Mercy | Vortigern Tagge | Aylin Dara | Mauve du Vain | Koda Fett | Jerec Asyr ​

 

[Koda Fett]

"Careful," Fett cautioned, grasping Mauve at the wrist with a firm-gentleness, lifting and letting go. "Those are dangerous."

The Mandalorian knew the type. She was not the first to brush up against the armour, neither would she be the last. Something about it reeled them in; the danger, the infamy, the mystery. His visored gaze stared into those golden eyes.

He gave a shrug, "I hear you're not short on credits, Vigo."

Mauve du Vain

 

[Mauve du Vain]

"Is that what they say?" she asked, coyly. "And what would the great bounty hunter Koda Fett do, if he had such wealth? Surely you've amassed a fortune over the years, no."

A quirk of her brow upward, as she tossed her wine-dark hair, "Do you do it for the love of the hunt, like Xeykard, or is there some terrible creditor pulling your strings."

Briefly she tossed a glance over her shoulder at the auction floor, as the Supreme Commander folded like a wet blanket beneath the pressure. Disappointing. She gave a gesture and her Nikto manservant, J'dor, began a bid protest.

* * *

"Outrage," J'dor stated to the nearest auction official, with his stiff, reptilian features "Commander Sularen placed bids. Commander cannot withdraw. It is coward's path. Spits in face of Syndicate. We lodge protest. Commander must be locked into all bids, or Commander bids are excluded from auction. Still, we will raise bid on carbonite. 115,000 credits."


Koda Fett | Velzari Tharn
Marlon Sularen

 

[Koda Fett]

"It comes and goes," Fett said dryly, his helmet tilting just enough to suggest the faintest trace of amusement. "Credits are easy."

The boy in beat-up Mandalorian armour serving Gorba the Hutt had come a long way.

"I do it because I'm the best." He let the words hang for a moment. "And if someone was pulling my strings, they'd already be dead."

Mauve du Vain

 

[Mauve du Vain]

"Of course they would be. The consummate professional," she laughed, low and smoky. "And you think I can provide you game worth the hunt, is that it?"

At least he had not implied that he would come after the bounty on her head, like the drake, but then Fett was not one to threaten. He either acted, or he did not.

She felt his pride. And his amusement. Her innate ability for empathic telepathy allowed her to intuit the emotions of others far more than the a human. He enjoyed this back and forth, did he?

"I am in the market for rare artifacts, as it happens. The type jealously guarded. If you come across any, bring them to me at my gallery in New Vertica," her words became a hypnotic murmur, "I'll make it worth your while."

A slight frown drew her brows together as her datapad buzzed. She opened it up.

"Excuse me, Fett. Always a pleasure."

Koda Fett

Mauve retreated to a corner, reading a message, then reading it again. She typed out a message. Deleted it. Typed it out again. Chewed her lip. Sent it.

Spoiler

You really should not leave these lying around where anyone could find them. [attachment]. Although it does put me in mind of that painting I promised you. A portrait, wasn't it? Quinn Varanin

 

[Aylin Dara]

Aylin sighed in tandem with Mercy's, slouching into the seat. Pissing her off was less than ideal, she came to learn, and partly feared for how this night might end. Though whatever thoughts she had about that, they were quickly cast aside - an alert on her datapad sprung, informing a vigo, other than the one she was in service to now, had opted to grant her fifty thousand credits under the pretense she impress her boss. She stifled whatever surprise came with a guttural clearing of her throat, placing down another bid.

"I actually had some credits saved for a rainy day, but," she lied, "What the Hell."

• 6,000 UCs for 5-WCH/Switchblade's remains.
• 8,500 UCs for the Gatecrasher Energy Shotgun.
• 28,000 UCs for the CX902 Dagger-Class Infiltrator.

Mercy

 

[Koda Fett]

The suit of armour did not budge.

Fett got his read on Mauve. She let men race after her, and that Barabel was sure to be one of them. Reach the finish line and find it extended, on and on until suddenly you've run out of room. Then, someone like him would be there to tie up that loose end. But, it seemed she had a read on him, whatever it yielded - the consummate professional. For someone like Mauve, either a challenge or incredibly boring.

"I'll see that you do," he answered, stepping closer and placing palms on the railing of the upper-balcony. He offered no parting words when Mauve left, not even a trailing stare.

Mauve du Vain

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Mauve du Vain //:
//: Off World //:

Quinn sat at her desk, quietly mulling over the details of her newest endeavor. The cup of tea beside her had long gone cold, but she couldn't be bothered to reheat it—not even with the Force.

Instead, she droned on… until something caught her eye.

Her gaze drifted to the device on her left. It lit up, and the name flashing across the screen made the Echani grin.

In an instant, all thoughts of work vanished. She picked up the device and flicked through the attachment and message, her smile widening with each passing second.

<"Oh? So you did find them... Naughty. Maybe I should be more careful where I leave my little distractions—then again, maybe I wanted you to find them.">

She let the first message linger, giving the Zeltron time to let it sink in.

<"As for that painting… tell me, Mauve, would you prefer me draped in silk, or nothing but your gaze?">

With a soft chuckle, she sent it off without hesitation.

 

[Mauve du Vain]

Mauve's head tilted down, bangs shadowing her eyes as she re-read the messages from Quinn. A red flush suffused her cheeks, her heart thudded in her chest, and she swallowed, licked her lips, and let out a little silvery laugh. Those lips curved into a painted smile. Her breath quickened and she tried to hold it as she typed out her reply, tossing a glance over a shoulder to make sure there were no prying eyes trying to read something so private over her shoulder.

Then again... let them read.

Spoiler

"I do like to unwrap my presents. Slowly. But that all depends... You know I have a price on my head now. You aren't trying to lure me in and tie me up, are you? I would hate that."

Quinn Varanin

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Mauve du Vain //:
//: Off World //:

The response came quicker than the Echani expected. Raising a brow, she tilted the device towards her as she read the message. A hand brushed her ashen hair back behind her ear as she reread it, letting the words pierce her.

Gently, a blush rose in her cheeks as she grinned and bit her lower lip almost to ground herself. This was their game, and it was fun and exhilarating. Though Quinn knew that deep down, Mauve was dangerous.

But maybe that's what made it exciting.

There was no time wasted, and she quickly sent a response, wondering what the Zeltron was doing and where she was bunkered up, sending these messages from.

<"Unwrap me slowly? Tempting… but I'm more the type to make you beg for the ribbon to come off. And as for luring you in…">

Quinn waited again, letting a sense of anticipation build hopefully in the Zeltron's chest.

<"If I wanted you tied up, you'd already be whispering my name the moment the first knot touched your skin.">

 

[Mauve du Vain]

Spoiler

"Such gilded promises with that tongue. What else can it gild?"

Oh, she knew how to wind a girl up. Unfair, given the distance. Much the point. Then again, Mauve had been the one to start this. With those others, she always felt in control, despite their physical menace, the only thrill came from pitting her brain against their brawn. But talking with Quinn felt like playing with fire. And Mauve could not deny the allure of an open flame. Even if it burned.

Spoiler

"Where are you. And why aren't you on New Vertica? You'd like the view from my apartment. 312 certainly did."

A coy smirk.

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Mauve du Vain //:

Quinn leaned back in her desk chair, completely forgetting the paperwork she was doing. Mauve had become a welcome distraction from the dull work. When the message came through, a grin swept across the Echani's lips as she felt her blush deepen.

This was fun, the challenge and battle of their minds to see who could make the other sweat was thrilling.

But then, the second part of Mauve's message came through. It caused the Princess's feet to hit the floor hard as she straightened up in her chair.

312? Mauve? APARTMENT?

Her features sharpened as a hint of jealousy and irritation clawed at her throat.

But the composed Princess exhaled deeply and refocused on the little game.

<"Such curiosity, Mauve… but if I told you, it might ruin the surprise of where it lingers longest.">

Two can play the game, and Quinn would continue to push where she could. On the subject of the second, she already knew what to say.

<"Now, now… if I came running every time you teased me with a view, where would the fun be in making you wait? Its tempting.">

Quinn purposely ignored the part about CT-312. After the message was sent, she looked out her window, and the Dromond Kaas skyline was a terrible sight to bear witness to sometimes.

Standing, Quinn leaned over her desk, and in a sweep of her arms, she threw the paperwork and desk ornaments to the ground. A loud groan echoed through the empty room as she threw the mug of tea, which seemingly missed the initial outrage, against the wall.

"How dare she? Who does Mauve think she's messing with?"

Mauve knew how to get under her skin; she was one step ahead of Quinn in this aspect. She needed to know more.

 

[Arcadian]

"Ambition," Arcadian said. He kept it simple. There was no need to embellish. Miss Pryse wanted a chance to prove herself to the syndicate's real players. A thug like Flint would never appreciate anyone deeper than his pockets permitted. But Cade? He could see where potential lay, be it shallow or deep below the surface.

In the case of Kinley Pryse, even an idiot could see she had a future in Black Sun. A future bigger and brighter than slaving away for a rube on Cantonica.

"Bounty hunting is not an easy path, and it is not an escape route. You must learn to respect it as an art, or you will not succeed - Black Sun will not put stock in failures." Harsh, but it was reality.

"I have heard many things, but I must see them for myself. A mission for you," he said, sliding the datapad toward her. "Piracy. Boarding Toydarian ships. We need information, credits. Are you... interested?"

Tags: Kinley Pryse​

 

[Kinley Pryse]

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

O B J E C T I V E - 2
Window Shopping
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A test? Well, that was better than a flat-out no.

Kinley could work with a maybe. She'd learned to survive on scraps of opportunity, and this was more than a scrap, it was a crack in the door. She took the datapad with a nod that was cool on the surface, even if her pulse ticked up just slightly underneath.

The screen lit up, and her eyes scanned quickly, trained to filter noise from signal. Logistics, routes, names half-buried in coded alias work. One stood out, an old contact she thought dead, or worse. She paused for a breath, then kept scrolling, absorbing every detail with the hunger of someone who knew how fast chances disappeared if you weren't ready.

"Aye," she said finally, her voice low but steady.

There was no bravado, no forced swagger. Just quiet conviction. She was interested; very much so and if a test was the toll to pay, she'd pay it in full. She was done waiting for clean exits or perfect timing. If this was her shot at leveling up, she'd take it.

Even if it meant walking straight into the fire to prove herself.

Arcadian

A Smooth Criminal

 

[Arcadian]

The young woman's 'aye' was met with an approving nod from the helmed Ubese, who's grin creeped across his face like roots spreading from an old tree. If only she could see it.

"Good," he said, dragging the vowels for a moment longer than most. A small inflection from his homeworld. "I shall accompany you on this mission. Observe from a distance. See what you are made of."

Cade chuckled then, letting out an unsettling sound that could be mistaken for choking if he had been eating or drinking. He tapped at the datapad to confirm the accord, and when he was done, he tilted his helmet toward Kinley. His eyes narrowed. Piercing. "This is a good opportunity, for me just as much as for you. Do not feth it up."

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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Despite facing so much opposition from the bidders as they teamed up in a feeble attempt to crush his bid, Sularen stood firm determined to have his prizes. He knew well what game these people were playing, a game they were all too familiar with in which they had the home court advantage, but the Supreme Commander was not one to give up nor one to easily be outmaneuvered by his opponents.

Upon noticing that some of his competitors were busy interacting with other individuals, the Supreme Commander took out his own comlink and proceeded to contact his fellow associate within the Imperial Confederation, the Acting Director of the Imperial Security Service Rackham . "Director Rackham, I'm going to need some extra funds for our black budget." he said out plainly. "Let me guess, ran into some stiff competition at the auction?" the Director inquired from the other side of the line.

"Yes, but it's nothing we can't handle." the Supreme Commander retorted. "Very well, I'll throw in some calls and see what i can do." Rackham responded before ending the call. Sularen smirked as it would only be a matter of time before his opponents would realize how grave of an error it was to underestimate him. As he waited for Acting Rackham to transfer the funds, the Supreme Commander would raise his bids on his desired items ready to claim victory over those who sought to undermine him.

Spoiler: Sularen's Bid

• 7,000 UCs for 5-WCH/Switchblade's remains
• 116,000 UCs for the Carbonite-preserved Individual
• 29,000 UCs for the CX902 Dagger-Class Infiltrator + A Sith Artifact + A Custom Made Product from SularenCo

Tags | Velzari Tharn | Mercy | Vortigern Tagge | Aylin Dara | Mauve du Vain | Koda Fett | Jerec Asyr ​

 

[Mauve du Vain]

Mauve gestured dismissively and increased her joint bid with Vortigern Tagge to 120,000 UCs for the individual in carbonite.