Seasonal [Black Sun] You Did A Job With The Person Above You And Made This Much Money

[Jerec Asyr]

This is an IC posting game unbounded by location.

How to play:

• Post your Black Sun or Black Sun-adjacent character flashing back briefly to a job they did with the last character to post. Maybe it went well, maybe it very much didn't. Up to you.
• Roll a d20 with your post. That x 1000 is how many UCs you made on that job. Good memories, good times. I reserve the right to post bonuses and chaotic consequences. Feel free to treat such Jerec posts as the last character to post.
• Feel free to participate multiple times as the same character or different ones. The more connections the better. I can do this all day.

Jerec had a hard time remembering the last time he'd worked with someone other than his cousins, how it had gone, and how much money he'd made. The amnesia probably came down to the snifter of void pixie whose quality he was verifying at the moment on Kwenn Station.

Smuggling run? Extortion? Blood and thunder? Petty misbehaviour? Who the hell had it been...

 

[Juniper Le Fey]

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Juniper sat back with a nice glass of Corellian whiskey on the rocks and a fat cigar. She had just come off a successful trip to Kessel for some spice that was owed to her. The bounty hunter tracked down her prey to the planet, who was trying to hide in plain sight. He put up a good fight, trashing her ship. She needed to get a new one, that old piece of junk was getting close to retirement. She needed to hit up Jerec Asyr and see if he had any good deals.

She hadn't thought of that name in forever, it had to have been when he hired her to help him repo that fancy hairpiece from the Wookiee warlord. He had said it was a fancy piece, Juniper just didn't think hair piece. She remembered them both trying to hold the Wookiee down and rip the toupee off of him, and in the end they convinced the balding Wookiee to embrace his lack of hair and give the toupee back since he couldn't pay for it.

Last she heard, the Wookiee was mocked relentlessly until he cracked and went to live in the Shadowlands.

 

[Tohu]

Tohu was back at the races. A betting ticket in his hand and a few of them on the seat to his right, crumpled. Both feet resting on the top rail of the empty seat in front of him, hands on his knees, he watched the swoop bikes streak by down on the track. Duros, the croupier from Casino Vertica, on his off-day, had come by, found him wrapped up in a few bandages, some hanging loose from his limbs.

He said, "Mr Tohu. Heard job went well," sitting on the seat to the left, "But it don't look that way." He offered him sunflower seeds, tilting the package sideways. Tohu gestured a no and said, "Could've gone worse."

"So what happen?"

"I'm on this bounty, right? Some junkie swimming in debt to Qorm. Chase him for a few days in the lower levels, always seem to know my next move. Day I catch up to him, probably cause he's shot up a few death sticks more than usual, he's lying dead in Suzzo's warehouse. You know that warehouse, down on level--"

"Level 54, yes. Run down place. Next to the old Interstellar Shipping office."

"Yeah. So he's lying dead and I'm thinking easy money. Step in to pick him and this junkie's eyes snap open, wide open, bloodshot. I go for my gun and this guy's shooting lightning from his fingers at me, sends me all the way across. This guy's up on his feet now, limping towards me, throwing his hands in the air and boxes start flying off the shelves at me. I'm getting buried--"

"Turn out junkie a wizard, huh?"

"Yeah, and he's burying me with fethin' foodstuff crates."

"Star's sake."

"Outta nowhere Magik June comes in--"

"Think she don't like being called that, Mr. Tohu."

" Juniper Le Fey , whatever, mean and lean, you know her, anyway -- her hands are glowing purple, shoots up that guy with that magic, sends him straight into the wall. His head cracks and that's that."

"Some story that is. What about--"

"You betting on someone, Duros?" Tohu cut him off. He'd earned his socializing credit for today.

Duros looked at his ticket, "Besulsa."

"The Dug?"

"Yes."

Tohu scoffed, "1.63 odds? You here to make money at all?

"Who you got, Mr. Tohu?"

Tohu said, "Annikin, that kid from Tatooine." and Duros laughed.

"Kid odds are 15. No way he win against mighty Besulsa, Mr. Tohu."

"Yeah? Let's see about that, Duros. I feel like winning today."​

 

[Skeevi Merrill]

Sometimes when Skeevi was swabbing the floor of their operating room in a derelict Nar Shaddaa factory, they thought about where the blood had come from. Faces and such. You weren't supposed to dwell on it and Skeevi was pretty good about keeping their balance that way, but still.

The blood this time was a patch of dry stuff behind a cabinet from a shallow but really messy knife wound. The tough in question, name of Tohu — no, hell, there'd been four or five of them patched up that night, connected or unconnected. Tohu was the one Skeevi recalled best.

The grin mostly. All out of step with the cut and the broader question of who would pay for the patching up. A Vigo's messenger had paid for some. Skeevi couldn't quite recall if Tohu had been covered or owed them some money.

 

[Koda Fett]

Bounties tended to be rather straight forward in outline alone, with all the hidden intricacies left unsaid. It was in the best interest of the client to make the job seem simpler than it was. Fett understood that best, with the experience to boot. A job was a gamble, often times standing to lose more than you gain with all the fees that came with this rather fast and loose lifestyle. On a job, he was always on the prowl to earn a handful more.

The Black Sun appeared to come out the gates with a large, dangerous bat that dominated the galactic underworld, although not all crime syndicates were so willing to bow down to their new overlords. Most notably, the old overlords. Hutt Kajidic clans bid their time in the shadows, stockpiling influence, supplies and hedging their bets on their long, long lifespans. It wouldn't do. Fett tore up one of their mountainside palaces looming over Teth, with the Hutt's champion, Slion Maur, a spider-like thing loaded with cybernetics, proving to be a particularly challenging fight.

On Nar Shaddaa, Fett earned his keep but an additional and not insignificant amount of credits came from depositing an armoury's worth of cybernetics off to Skeevi Merrill and their ripperdoc. A gruesome place for gruesome things, all said, but the bounty hunter had come to frequent their shop whenever looting cybernetics from a score, whether their owner living or dead.

 

[Tohu]

That night Skeevi Merrill was patching him up, few minutes after the Vigo's Messenger had come to pay up and left shaking his head, Koda Fett of all people had wafted into the ripperdoc's shop. He dropped off a few torn cybernetics on a blood-stained table, right next to a bottle of bleach, said nothing, and left.

Tohu figured this was his chance: who better to shadow, who better to steal moves from with his copycat mind, than the number one bounty hunter in the galaxy? He never did have that opportunity when they were aboard the Imperial ship some months back. This was it, Tohu told himself, unhooked whatever juices Skeevi got pumping in his blood, and hurried for the door, telling Skeevi, "I'll pay you back what's left of the bill with some cybers, promise."

And he was out in the night, on the trail of Koda Fett. The usual nighttime pitter-patter was washing the streets, filling up the clogged gutters, neon lights bouncing off the ponds. He easily spotted the Mandalorian's figure, probably a hundred feet away, as pedestrians scooted out of his way. Tohu hurried after him, carefully measuring the distance, keeping it a hundred feet or so between them. Fett turned around a corner, and that eerie clink of his spurs seemed to cease.

Tohu said, "Chit," underneath his breath, and raced toward the corner. Turning round the corner, a T-visor filled up his vision as the Mandalorian smashed his helmet into Tohu's face. He said something or Tohu thought he heard him say something about rookie mistakes and the young, aspiring staggered back, holding back his whole blood from escaping down his nose. When he finally looked up, a moment later, Fett had vanished.

Ego, shame, whatever, didn't let him go back to Skeevi.

But maybe if that blood kept running as wild as it did, Tohu thought he wouldn't really have a choice now, would he?

(ooc: not rolling dice since it's not technically a job)​

 

[Jerec Asyr]

OOC/ This is your invitation to the 'person above you' game and also a thank-you for being part of Black Sun's Dominions. Come make some connections!

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One of the interesting aspects of being a trusted Vigo with basic knowledge of business finance was sometimes you had to be in charge of distributing the winnings. Today that meant comparing lists of people who'd shown up or been subcontracted on various operations and making sure they got their cut. The lists were a mess and half in Huttese. Jerec was fairly sure he'd need to err on the side of overpayment. He did however chop out a couple of the obvious millionaire Sith Lords. They'd be fine without their pocket change. Eurgh, but feth, this was going to add up to a lot of money. 580,000 Underworld Credits. Frellllllllll.

• CT-312
• Koda Fett
• Jacen Breska
• Isar du Vain
• Nero Drake
• Eira Dyn
• Isur
• Threkkuss
• Brent Warnel
• Antar
• Maera Dren
• Levi Dorne
• Drakon Teague
• The Madclaw
• Drakon Teague
• William Ames
• Xalazar Krev
• Oleander
• Grunt
• Tohu
• Arris Windrun
• Tiione Dine
• Kinley Pryse
• Ronhar Tane
• Morrow
• Morné Karn
• Rin Tohran
• Damien Dooku
• Bodek Karsin
• Hakar Scaleback
• Thayne Tameron
• Malrok Duskwell
• Bodan
• Xeykard
• Zahran Khaldun
• 5-WCH (Switchblade)
• Fenn Stag
• Xygrit Sizhran
• Karesh
• Arcadian
• Nolan Nond
• Diamond Dog
• Tuchanka
• Allura Kahli
• Meliant
• Maestus
• Eryndor Thorne
• TK-818
• Rhys Swynol
• Parvati
• Morex
• IG-44
• K4-ZAN
• Tamna Korvan
• Trenn Untas
• Ave Jathassa
• Ka'Ahs'Ruk
• V1-L8

 

[Tiione Dine]

Tohu​

Tiione froze the second she spotted the crumpled body in the dirt.

"Oh chit," she hissed, already crouching down. Even with the bloody face, she recognized him when dhe rolled him over. Tohu.

Memories came in flashes. That job a month back. The glitbiter dealer with the reek temper, her ribs slamming into duracrete, the sting of pulling codes out of his head while bile and filth of his other memories stuck to her skin like oil. She might have been dead if Tohu had not stepped in.

"Gorram, who the feth you piss off?" she muttered, hooking her arms under his and hauling. He was heavier than she remembered, but she gritted her teeth and pulled until he was sitting up.

"You'll be okay," she murmured, trying to provide some assurance, even as she slung his arm over her shoulder. She did not owe many people much, but him, yes, she had paid him fair for that job. And she would do right again.

Bit by bit, she got him to her place, patched him up with what little she had. It did not matter if her credits were thin, he had once kept her alive. Tonight, she would return the favor.

 

[Jerec Asyr]

'You made this much money' disbursements so far:
13,000 to Juniper Le Fey on a repo job
15,000 to Tohu on a bounty collection
11,000 to Koda Fett because he didn't roll but definitely got paid for cybernetics
15,000 to Tiione Dine due to pulling information from a dealer's head

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

The important part of living was getting paid. Kaia got paid really well, being the official CEO of Starchaser Enterprises. The thing about that job? It meant doing a lot of different work, and sometimes one had to take a risk to help the rest of the company. Her father did it with smuggling and gun running, and while that was more part of his crusade, it did bring the company a lot of good connections.

That was actually why she was doing this. Black Sun Syndicate was the premier spacer faction nowadays, and to keep in competition, Starchaser Enterprises needed to keep in competition. Kaia had landed her and her brother’s YT-2400 Pulsar on Nar Shaddaa and had stepped out. She was meeting a contact here, a Pantoran, because having someone green and someone blue working together was definitely going to draw some attention.

Hell, BSS should have sent a Zeltron too.

There was another smuggling ring that was moving the wrong kind of spice through the underbelly of Nar Shaddaa. Kaia kept up on their ships, but there was only so much she could do without leaving one of her cloaked cruisers along a patrol line.

That was where @Tiione Dinn came in.

Making her way past the meeting spot, a simple noodle shop, the Starchaser could feel the new presence follow her. With a small nod of her now-dyed-silver-hair, the two made their way through to the warehouses the next district over. Nothing to worry about here. Seeing the camera droid, she threw up some Force Light to blind it as they kicked the door open.

A small skirmish of blasters, and Force enhanced punches and kicks occurred. It didn’t take long for the leather clad Warden to find the leader, a human mutt named Ipsum, according to falsified records.

“Hes the one you want to wipe.”

 

[Morné Karn]

The job was supposed to be simple: a handoff at the edge of the Free Space. Nothing ever was.

Morné Karn stood in the shadows of the docking bay, watching Kaia Starchaser pace the floor like she was measuring every centimeter of the place. She was smaller than he expected, green-skinned and wiry, but there was a restless energy in her. He respected that. He didn’t trust it, but he respected it.

Morné's gang made a pretense of being a shipping company, but they were involved in all manner of shady dealings.

The client arrived late, jittery and armed with more bluster than muscle. Morné let Kaia do the talking, her voice quick and sharp.

His role was simpler. When the man’s hand drifted toward his blaster, Morné shifted just enough to let the light catch the edge of his pistol. The muscles on either side of him stood a fraction taller. The hand froze. The deal continued.

By the time the cargo was loaded, Kaia threw him a half-smile, all confidence and mischief.

Morné only grunted, lighting a cigarra as the client’s ship vanished into the void. He knew better. Nothing was ever easy. But for once, weapons stayed in holsters and he supposed that was enough.

 

[Jerec Asyr]

You have unlocked GROUP REWARDS!

Juniper Le Fey
Koda Fett
Kaia Starchaser

You once spent eight hours hidden in a smuggling compartment to make sure a ship got through and everyone got paid. Bonus roll!


Tohu
Tiione Dine
Morné Karn

A month or two back, you were defensibly innocent bystanders caught in the middle of a Hapan turf war — and somehow the last ones standing. Bonus roll!

 

[Maera Dren]

Nala approached Morné Karn with the same caution she'd give a vibroblade humming on a table. Useful, yes, but one wrong move and it could cut deep. Their last job was a warehouse strike on Denon, along the docks where Ibex Shipping "stored" its more delicate imports. What they claimed were processed textiles was actually a dozen crates of spice, plus a very expensive shipment of uncut Nova Crystals waiting for Karn to move.

Her role was straightforward: extraction. Karn supplied the intel, the access codes, and the muscle; Nala provided the precision. When alarms tripped prematurely, Morne's men panicked, spraying blaster bolts like frightened recruits. Nala cut through the chaos, her knuckles breaking a guard's jaw, her boots sending another sprawling into the dark waters below. It was cold, efficient work, precisely what was required.

Morne vanished halfway through the firefight, naturally, which left Nala hauling two crates into the getaway speeder by herself. Later, he claimed he'd been securing their escape route. She didn't bother to call him a liar. He paid her cut in full, even more than full, actually. That kind of generosity always came with hooks buried deep.

Nala never fully trusted him. Yet, she remembered the glint in his eye when he handed over the credstick, like a man who already knew he'd find a way to use her again.

 

[Isur]

The fact that they were on this job together was showing that he was taking a bigger role in the Syndicate. Piracy was picking up and that was all the better for the Karkarodon. Today it was a raid against an Alliance transport. Tomorrow? Probably Imperial.

The corvette had their harpoons already into the Alliance transport. Unknown to Isur, but known to the captain, it was a prison transport disguised as a goods transport. The trick? The scans did show the goods, foodstuffs, medical equipment, and high end batteries, all things needed by an up and coming settlement.

The comms went live. “Boarding team, you’re in two teams. Team one, you’re getting everyone to the dry goods. And team two? You’re going for the wet goods. Organics are on levels 3 and 5. Looking to free the prisoners.” Isur grinned, so many teeth.

As the ship got closer, Isur readied his scattergun and shield.

The wall opened, and the blasts came. The shield took the brunt and reflected some of the blasters bolts back. Grunting as he held firm, behind him was another pirate, Maera Dren .

She was the one who was able to hit hard. Isur had his weapons, but he saw Nala fight. He had to approve of her moxie. A soft skin that could fight like that. Another bolt came, and he threw the sheet metal into the crowd.

“I’ll take the left, you take the right.”

What the pair didn’t know was that they were about to free a really smart Mon Calamari who’d probably get along way too well with Skeevi Merrill .

 

[Veyra Shuun]

Tag: Isur

When she was approached with the idea of stealing Mon Cala fish for an illegal sushi operation, honestly, Veyra was very dubious.

Having to retrofit her ship, have her crew bribe costal guards, and somehow have the tank be salted enough to support the aquatic life on board. Was she happy with having to clean out kelp from the inside of her ship for the next two weeks?

No.

Did she overcome her fear of the ocean? Also no, but, she did learn to not look a gift wampa in the mouth. Or something. Anyhow, Isur was right and she was wrong,

But she is going to insist they use his ship next time they get in on this.

 

[Veyra Shuun]

Ooc:

Didn’t roll for some reason

 

[Ben Thano]

Veyra Shuun
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The job had been going so, so smoothly, but of course, the Pykes hadn't told him the spice he was hauling had other interested customers. He'd been just about to make the rendezvous when Veyra Shuun arrived, and the comm started demanding he hand over his delivery. Not too eager to negotiate with pirates, he'd taken off, surely he could manage to slip away from just some pirates, after all, he'd done it before.

But there was hardly much in the way he could guide them through, no nebula, no asteroid field he could brave to shake off the pirates under her command, and it certainly didn't help when the ship's motivator started to act up and fry out. Between that, and the lasers that had started to chip away at his ship's engines, he decided that perhaps re-aligning himself might have been the better move. After all, the Pykes were a two-bit operation these days, compared to the kind of Black Sun payout that the pirates chasing him down were looking forward to.

It'd been a risky gamble, but it paid off - if only because he'd insisted he'd jettison the spice out into open space if they didn't come to some arrangement. And at the very least, the 20% stake he managed to arrange for himself in selling the spice to Veyra's client instead covered the cost of a new motivator and some of the engine repair.

He just hoped the Pykes didn't come looking for their lost spice.

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[Levi Dorne]

One of Levi's favorite barside stories was the tale of his expedition to the Emperor's Gauntlet, a derelict Imperial Star Destroyer with rumors abound of a Starweird haunting the valuable floatsam. Ever the skeptic, Levi was more than happy to brave the superstitious tales for a chance at a destroyer's worth of salvage.

His tune quickly changed after boarding, as he soon found himself harried by strange noises and blurs of white lurking in his peripherals. While investigating, he stumbled into a smuggler by the name of Ben Thano , who had similarly come aboard in search of valuable cargo, and similarly found himself stalked by the ship's supernatural denizen. The Starweird's horrifying shriek then rang out through the empty husk of the Destroyer, and the apparition began to chase them through the ship's maze of interweaving corridors!

These theatrical antics continued until Ben finally caught too clear a glimpse of their pursuer before it could retreat back into the shadows. This Starweird was no Starweird at all! In fact it was merely a stack of three savvy-minded Teeks, who played up the urban legend to keep intruders from stealing their precious salvage.

As Levi regales it, there was little chance to seize control of the Emperor's Gauntlet after that revelation, because mere moments later, a real Starweird appeared, and chased both the crooks and the Teeks off the ship. Some find that hard to believe, but so far Ben has not discredited Levi's telling of the story.

They didn't make it out with much, be it thanks to a sinister space ghost or a cast of obnoxious pests pretending to be one, but even a little bit of imperial paraphernalia was always worth something to someone, right?

 

[Eaton Waters]

Jobs always came and went. Eaton was aware of that. What he knew was that he had to hit the right jobs. And it just so happened to be that the Devorororororean, or whatever shite they were called named Levi Dorne had a ship with the need of a crew.

The Outrider as it was called, had landed on Corellia. Normally he didn't bother with the world. But the job was too good. A corporation heading out for Denon was putting some more weapons and spice on the world. While Eaton was all for allowing people to make their own ways, there was something in it for him.

Don't tell the Jedi, but also keeping some spice off the streets in the neighborhoods with the youths was actually a good feeling.

Levi was out making it like he was shopping for parts for his ship. And Eaton could hear him shouting and making a fuss.

"I told you it's a part of an antique!"

Eaton laughed to himself as he got to work. His dataspike was in the terminal. And he was shifting through the crates. Parts, parts, foodstuffs from Dathomir, parts, rubbish, medical supplies from Kessel, surplus Alliance equipment.

There. Two for Levi and one for him. Signaling the loader droids, they moved two into the pick position for the YT-2400 and the other towards the door. As they got in place, he tapped his wrist computer. A signal to Levi, the ship, and three timers started.

They all had six minutes to get clear.

Another uproar from the captain as Eaton grabbed his coat. The crate from Dathomir opened up. A few things; some scrolls from the Witches, an idol made of the stones of the Singing Mountain, and a potion of duplicity were among the fruits and root vegetables.

Grabbing the important ones, he made his way out of the hangar as a freighter flew overhead.

The explosions were going off around the warehouse to cause the distraction and with any luck his A-Wing and the Outrider were racing the gravity well before corpo enforcers showed up.

All the more rich.

 

[Eaton Waters]

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