Cabal │ The Beginning

[Sirak Kolar]

Ebon's head swiveled to all those present around the holotable, his eye's wandering between each of theirs as his weight lay supported by either of his arms. First, there was [member="Evor"], the once criminal turned sith who's initial contact with Ebon ended in a large scale bar fight. Second, was [member="Qrgyl Ud"], the spice riddled Gand with a dead shot skill, that had a hard time expressing how he felt in a non drugged haze. Third, [member="Probos Gubb"], the genius engineer with as much hankering for spice as the prior, but their combined skill at piloting the YT-2000 they now rode on was miraculous. Finally, behind Ebon sat [member="Tura"], the large centuar slave turned Sith apprentice who hadn't had a chance to show her skill in the truest form.

As the party gathered and stared in momentary silence, Ebon began his briefing and schpeel. The holotable itself lit up in excitement at his words, and upon it rose a Nar Shaddaa prison from the digital depths of it's banks, every hallway and cell clearly visible in it's semi-transparent casing.

"Here we begin. Here is where our effort and culmination of skill come to fruition, and we set the foundational building blocks of our ascension in this galaxy.", he paused for a moment, only to begin once more.

"Our goal is to break out the Primeval supporters in the prison. Free them, and we have a small army. That is the goal."

His hand waved across the hologram in unneeded anticipation, various light blips of numerous colors appearing and pulsing in rhythmic pattern.

"First, we need to explain what is to happen to the Prisoners. Second, we break them free. Third, we aquire a large enough ship to get them off the planet safely."

Ebon looked around once more, glaring at his comrades.

"Who has a plan for each?"

 

[Probos Gubb]

The flame sputtered as Probos flicked his lighter off and on again. Part of his mind was fixed on Ebon's questions, another part was in it's own world. He was dazed off, thinking about who knows what.

"Who has a plan for each?"

And with that, Probos snapped back to the conversation. "What?" he muttered. Retracing the conversation in his head, he caught himself up.

"I- well I could probably hack into the security of the prison. I'm sure Qrgyl could figure out a ship of some sort."

 

[Sirak Kolar]

"And what of organization? We need the intercom to direct a riot after we release the prisoners.", he growled in response.

His weight shifted on the table, a faint grown forming at the straining metal attempting to hold him up. It was the Vapor Wave trying to tell Ebon he weighed too much, no doubt, the ship was getting up in age afterall.