Breaking and entering

[Vault]

[member="Taras Crozo"]


Nights on Coruscant always bummed Bishop out, Yet, they excited him. So many opportunities showed face during the night. Bishop sat on the roof of the Corzo corp HQ. Hearing nice things about what was held inside the small manufacturer, Bishop thought he would take a look. Getting to his feat, Bishop began to remember his training. Throwing his old hand made metal mask on to cover his face, along with his robe and hood to intimidate anything that was fast enough to see him. The trick was fear. It throws the tides of battle, those who fear don't fight.

Striding over to the maintenance hatch on the roof of the large building, Bishop took out his old rusty blade to pry open the hinges until the hatch of metal made a slight popping sound before being let free from the building. No sound was made in the night while Bishop slung his body into the hatch. Flying with incredible speed through the winding labyrinth of ventilation shafts the compound, Bishop could feel something with significance nearby.

His foot placement was key as he projected himself through the vents swiftly until he found what he was looking for. It was a large cased room, cameras on every corner, and a blast resistant, mechanical door. Unsplicable. One weakness showed itself to Bishop through his force perception, a ventilation shaft, bigger than those of regular ventilation. Bishop overlooked the potential danger in the vent, and saw it only as a structural weakness. Finding his way into the room with more elegance and speed, he exploded from the shaft with extreme speed, flying around the room to knock away all of the cameras within a few seconds.

Bishop glanced around the room to find a rather unique set of knives, one of which seemed to retract into a blade if needed. Bishop didnt even need to think about passing it up. Immediately he strapped the vibroblade/knife hybrid to his back. Turning around, he spotted a set of armor. Walking over to the armor with the intent of theft, Bishop felt danger. Looking over to the vent he came in through, a green gas immersed through, penetrating Bishops lungs withing seconds.

"Awe.. kriff..." Bishop uttered before dropping unconscious to the ground.

 

[Taras Crozo]

The gas cleared from the room as Taras entered. An entourage of guards followed at his heel. His fine black suit shown brightly against the light of the room. His dark brown hair stayed slicked back as he looked over the assailant. A man in a mask. There are too many of these types running around. What is there to hide from? Did he seriously think he was going to get away with this? Taras approached the body of the man. Another guard walked up to the man and pointed a blaster at him. "Sir, do you want me to dispose of him?"

Taras smirked as he spoke, "no, he'll be useful." Anyone who could enter the facillity without detection could be an asset. Taras sized up the man. A new addition to the team. If he could break into this place, he could be very useful. He looked around at his guards and spoke with authority, "take this man to my office, and put some sort of black bag over his head. Also, for the love of god don't take off this guys mask. He obviously has identity issues."

They all stood at attention and said, "Yes sir!" Two men picked him up and brought him to Taras' office.

"For you other guys, go see how he got in." They nodded and headed off. Taras walked to his office. It was a short elevator ride to the top of the building, but Taras had made it. His office was a large room with a giant window sitting right behind his desk overlooking the city of Coruscant. Across from Taras sat the now hooded man. Once he awoke he would find himself strapped into a cheap swivel desk chair with in the same exact equipment that he was earlier, but with a black cloth bag over his face. Taras awaited for the man to awaken without making a sound. He wanted to see how the man reacted to the situation.

[member="Bishop Gallion"]

 

[Vault]

@Taras Crozo



Bishop was awoken with some sort of bag over his head. "Pfft. Amateurs." Using his perception, Bishop looked keenly around the room to analyze for structural weaknesses, advantages, anything he could use to escape. But for now that seemed to be pointless anyway, if these men had any reason to turn him in, or even kill him, they wouldn't have left the mask on.

Just one man sat in front of Bishop. A formal one, as he could sense the man was proud, and seemed to have a love of telling other what to do. He must own this company. That was Bishops first guess. But that still didn't matter. Bishop still had his stolen weapon and mask, this man wanted something.

"So, im guessing we have some chatting to do" Bishop let out softly and calmly. He hadnt moved his head since he woke up, so it was probably a surprise that he was even awake.

 

[Taras Crozo]

Taras chuckled at the response from his captive. "So you know that I'm here? You are surprising." This man before him was much more intriguing than Taras originally thought. If he knew that Taras was in the room then that's means that he had some sort of way to see what lies behind the bag. The mask was checked, there was nothing special about it. Just a piece of metal.

Taras stood up from his chair and moved behind the intruder. "I'm going to guess that you could hear me breathing." He said sarcastically. He began to pace behind the man. "Wait, no you have x-ray vision. Hmm." Taras was obviously not being serious with his guesses. "Maybe you have an invisible fairy on your shoulder that whispered in your ear and told you about me. Did it describe me as handsome?" He let out laugh. Taras was extremely perceptive, and was a borderline genius. "Don't tell me you're a force sensitive. I'd hate to turn you into the One Sith. I hear Jedi fetch a mighty high price nowadays, but I find that killing Jedi is a waste of potential." Taras tore the bag off of his head. "Don't you agree?"

Taras walked back to his desk and sat down in his chair. "I think we can work something out. It would be a shame if a man like you turn up dead. So much talent down the drain." He sat back with a grin on his face. He was going to have this working for him in no time.

[member="Bishop Gallion"]

 

[Vault]

[member="Taras Crozo"]


Bishop looked up at his questioner, but without reply. The less he heard his voice, the more of Bishop was a mystery. That meant fear. Bishop didnt trust this man, and the man was trying to create some sort of relationship through ignorant jokes and charisma. He had no idea what he was dealing with. Bishop was going to use that.

Already Bishop had gotten into the mans mind. Planting the beginning seeds of doubt and fear in his head. that's all he needs to do, his questioner would let the fear grow himself. Bishop didn't want the man to be terrified, only unsettled by Bishops presence, only to keep things in line.

Eventually, this man would tell more, as soon as he could figure out that Bishop wasnt going to speak.