Business as Usual (Open)

[Desmond C'artyom]

Source: The town
A masked Desmond walked the length of the grand stairs that led to the Coruscanti Capitol bank. In his hand, he carried a large duffel bag and on his shoulder rested a simple scatter gun. At his side walked his faithful bodyguards and a new friend. The few people out in the waning hours of the night scarcely seemed to notice the team as they made their way to the entrance. A man who approached too closely managed to get a good look at the weapon the Chiss carried and stumbled backwards in terror. Desmond barely gave him a passing glance.

He reached the top of the steps and kicked open the door. The guard at the entrance scarcely had time to react as a shell burst through his abdomen and nearly ripped him in half. He landed spread eagle on the floor with a wet slap. The few people that were in the bank screamed in terror as Desmond pointed the gun at the crowd.

“Over here, now!” He pointed with his gun to the center of the floor and the tellers removed themselves from their post and huddled with the few customers that now lay on the ground. It was a nice-looking bank. Grand pillars climbed to the ceiling and desk lined the back. Red carpet covered the floor, but Des cared for none of it.

He was after something far more specific. Deep in the bowels of the bank, beneath the first story rested a large vault. It was guarded by a more advance team of specialist whom had probably already sounded the alarm. Time was of the essence now. He was not worried about the hired help, but more of the enemies surely to come.

Desmond let his duffel bag fall to the floor with a Thud, then leaned down to unzip it. He removed a series of cuffs and threw them to the ground near the hostages. He pointed his scattergun at one of the prisoners “Put those on the rest,”

When the man finished, Desmond cuffed him too. He walked back to his duffel bag and retrieved a series of explosive vest. He put them over the prisoners and smiled. He retrieved a detonator from his belt and pressed the button. The vest lit up as they became armed.

“This. This is a dead man’s switch. Should I die, all of you will die too and each of my counterparts have one as well,”

[member="Thraxis"], [member="Lark"], [member="Serenity LoveHeart"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

As the vest lit up she looked down and grinned, looking towards [member="Desmond C'artyom"] "This really isn't in fashion" as she unstraps Zaps from around her body, holding him in both of her hands. She looked down at it and started whirring it up in each of the prisoners faces, and just as it would have fired she stopped. "Listen we're gonna become friends after all of this I'm sure; that is if you do what we say." She would laugh hysterically at this "Oh this is so fun, I just hope my dad won't find out"

The tellers would look up at her in fear as they realized she was very young, and the heavy minigun she was carrying posed a dangerous threat. They shook with nervousness as she walked past them, striking fear into their hearts. But they still couldn't help but find her adorable due to her child-like features. "Whichever one of you called the cops tell me!" She knelt down to each and everyone one of them, getting uncomfortably close to each of their faces. "If you don't tell me I'm just gonna have to blast your faces off" She would give a creepy, deranged smile after saying this statement. Seeing no-one was giving a statement, she started the minigun up again and started firing blasts in the air, but still to no avail.

@Thraxis Lark

 

[Thraxis]

Once again, the money had lured Thraxis into another one of Desmond's hair brain schemes. This time on Coruscant. Thraxis let loose a resigned sigh, following behind Desmond in the black mass of armor that had become like a second skin to Thraxis, always ever present on his skin as he wrapped around his Duffel bag, pulling out his Pistolas and waving them about at the crowd. "Nyeah See? This is a stick-up?" he said with the best impression of a western Villain as he paced back and fourth at the door, his gun tooting fingers spiraling them around as he watched the door, letting Lark, Desmond and his newest recruit Serenity deal with all the hard part.

Then Thraxis heard the cocking of a minigun, the refinement of insanity. Their mind seemingly had yet to adapt to the wiles of madness, the all too powerful allure that it possessed. He walked along, grabbing her minigun and taking over the situation. He passed her by, a single hand holding the gun in place as he shook his head back and fourth. "Nyeah see, I'm taking control of the court now, don't cha see? Nyeah," he said in response, the only semblance of his Western Motif in his accent as he let a weak shrug against the gun. "Can't go scaring the customers don't cha see? Nyeah." he continued, sitting down close to one of the bank man as his head started to twist back and forth as if he literally had to shake off the motif to return to his normal self.

He rummaged through his Duffel bag, pulling out the Bottle of Tarisian Ale and letting the Bank teller take a deep whiff of the scent. He knew that Desmond would notice it all too soon, and if this Bank teller had any semblance of alcohol knowledge, he would be able to realize from the smell alone this wasn't cheap swill. "Now then my good sir. You don't want to be here do you," he said, his gravelly voice holding the slightest shred of false genuinely in it as he let the man take a short drink. "Now, as my friend here was trying to propose. You let us in. We go, no one has to die." he said, exaggerated shakes of the arm in an attempt to define the gravity of his situation. "Now, I didn't want to kill that man. I just wanted some money, ya know. Feed my family and what not." it was an all too common technique in haggling with the common man, pull at some heartstrings, make them convinced you are their friend. Something Desmond had made all too easy.

The man shook his hand, pointing to the dead man as if to reiterate the point that there was a dead man in his sights, and then to the girl who, whilst cute, still waved a gun in their face. Thraxis ran his hand along the length of his helmet, realizing that they had made diplomacy that much harder. "Look man. I like you, and I don't lie to people I like. This lot. They're insane." he said with another mixing of false remorse, "And that is why you need to help us. They need money for their meds so they can be just like you and me. A normal upstanding citizen." he said with a friendly punch to the shoulder, slowly raising him up with his own shoulder for support, "C'mon. Lets just get this over with. I don't think ya boss is gonna blame ya for this one." he said with a chuckle as he lead the man over to the safe, he had no idea if he planned on doing what he needed to or was just going along with Thraxis in a snese of Hysteria. Something Thraxis really couldn't blame him for.
[member="Serenity LoveHeart"] [member="Lark"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Harley had come along just for the hell of it. She had got the heads up about this job and was just crazy enough to come along. She was even wearing a mask or anything. She would have her bat thrown over her shoulders as well as her blaster in its Shoulder holster. She had done this procedure a million. She would start towards the bank with a crazed look on her face. As the guard was dropped she would giggle.

As they made it inside she would look around wondering where the fight was. She would grab her dead man's switch and wonder who in the galaxy would trust her with it. She would then note Serenity talking to the people. When no one answered she would swing her bat off her back and walk over to them "Let me handle this, how called the cops?" When no one answered she just chose one of the men and swung her bat with such a force right into the mans head. He would fall to the ground with a thud, he was bleeding from his ear. "Now who was it?" She said. Apparently her method worked for they pointed out the man to her and with a laugh she would pull her blaster from her holster and put it to the man's head. She would then wait for the go ahead.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Serenity LoveHeart"]
[member="Thraxis"]