Corruption[Kwenn Space Station]

[Subject 37]

Kwenn Space Station

Slevin slowly rolled the small pill between his fingertips, lip thin, eyes locked on the tiny seal that had been stamped into the pressed powder.

It was often said that money ran the galaxy.

More than wars, more than Jedi, more than Sith, it was money that controlled it all. Sure a Sith Lord could kill a few thousand people, sure a Star Destroyer could eradicate an entire world given enough time, but what paid for it all? A Star Destroyer had to be built, and even a Sith had to pay for his army. It was then rather simple to boil everything and anything down to the simple degree of currency.

The very fact had been realized eons ago by philosophers, government officials, and even ordinary folk. Some tried to argue of course, some tried to say it was different where they came, but in the end it all came down to money.

"Distribute it." Slevin said plainly as he put the pill down on the table. "Samples at first."

Oldest tactic in the book. "Spread it throughout the station."

There would be no violence this time, not if it wasn't necessary anyway. A small smile perked his lips and slowly he leaned back in his chair. Slevin and the others had been planning this for quite some time, and the preparations were all in place. The smugglers had moved all the goods they needed and everything was set in place for their great push, a subtle release of drugs and a bit of extra money spread around.

They weren't offering a heavy hand this time, no, they were offering a kind release from the delirious boredom that hung around this station.

He smiled.

"Make sure everyone that wants a taste, gets a taste." Simple, effective, and quick.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

KWENN SPACE STATION

Two men were walking down one of the walkways in Kwenn Station's upper district. They were dressed plainly, like any other civilian. Though this only concealed the fact that both were armed with hold-out disruptors and vibroknives. More obviously was the HS Multirole Device each of them wore. Both men were actually members of the Helix Syndicate Rangers. This little stint required a lower profile and less shooting than usual, so the armor and heavy weapons were left behind. But the cybernetic enhancements always came with them. So did the training.

"So, they were supposed to pay up for all the trouble they gave us, y'know?" One of them said. He was a little on the shaggy side, long hair gathered behind him - full beard.

His friend was completely bald, as most Fondorians were. "Yeah, I bet," he said. "Sounds like the boss. Beat 'em up and then make them pay for it."

They rounded a corner, entering into a considerably more crowded street clogged with storefronts and shoppers. "No, that's not even the weird part. So they just flat out refused it and left, right? 'Cause they couldn't afford it."

Neither knew exactly what terms had been delivered or refused. Just the basic gist of it, the half-rumors that circulated. At one point both men stopped in front of a storefront and purchased food from a greasy looking Tarro. Meat served on a skewer. Normally seedy, but it was cooked well enough. Seasoned too. They now meandered back the way they came, eating as they did so.

"So they bailed out and never came back. Left Shaddaa and all that. What about it?"

"Right? So they're basically poor and a bunch of random criminals chased them out of their one hideout. Not exactly a flattering image."

"Yeah, I get it."

"Now get this: they're running things on Arkania now. And Cardia. And Bogden. All those sectors," he gestured whimsically with a free hand, "Poof. Overnight, they got all the fixings. All over the place. Run the whole show top to bottom."

Baldy scoffed. "How the hell did that happen?"

They turned into a different street this time, one that was deserted and poorly lit. They spent more time in here, winding through increasingly run down and decrepit districts before arriving at a dead-end alleyway. By this time they had finished their food and dropped the skewers off on the ground. There weren't any garbage cans around on account of the desertion, you can imagine. Their destination, as it turned out, was some sort of control box. A giant bulky thing welded to the wall. The hirsute fellow drew his sidearm and proceeded to keep watch down the alleyway. The bald one, meanwhile, produced a fusion cutter and set about cracking open the box.

Over the sparks and cutting, the conversation continued. "Beats me. There was no, like, build up to any of it. They just came on right outta nowhere, basically. Doesn't much make sense."

"No one's paying us to make sense out of anything," the bald one grunted, urging the fusion cutter onward, "Maybe they're just that good."

Now it was the bearded guy's turn to scoff. "Yeah, but these guys got flushed out by a bunch of Nadir splicers and ain't got two decicreds to rub together. How good can they be?"

"Look, would you rather hang around where you got your ass beat or chill out on Cardia?" The bald man stepped back as the cover began to come off. He gently eased it to the floor, careful not to have it drop too hard and cause a loud crash. "Cardia's nice. They got beaches."

The bearded man squinted but did not look behind him. What did his partner just say? He had never referred to women like that before, he didn't understand why he'd start now. "I'm not asking why, man. I figure that's pretty obvious. I'm asking how."

"Well, I bet you can keep on asking all you like," the bald man stood up once more, dusted off his hands and pulled a connector from his multirole device. He glared at the box, looking for a connection port. "I don't think anyone's got a real answer for you."

 

[Aver Brand]

Mercer wasn’t no-one special.

Well, once. Used to be they called him Sniffer, on account of his oversized nose. Wasn’t his fault neither – the bellend he’d caught his gal riding turned out to be an ex-Republic commando. Clocked him across the mug so hard Mercer didn’t think he’d ever wake up again.

Days like this he wished he hadn’t.

“Hey Merc! Quit dreamin’, we got work to do!”

Days like this, he wished they still called him Sniffer.

Smoothing a hand over his shaven head, the dealer flicked the half-finished cig to the floor and stamped it out.

If wishes were speeders…

“Coming!”

All kinds of addictions in the world, really. Drugs, HoloNet… gambling.

They didn’t call him nothing anymore.

Didn’t dare to.

Mercer closed the door behind him, quiet, and set about preparing the tables.

 

[Azimuth Industries]

"Moulee-rah. Moulee-rah. Get your money right here."

Narbo the Aqualish had set up a table on a street corner. The table was the sort of cheap, plastic thing people tossed in a closet and forgot about until they needed it again. Narbo sat in a foldout chair behind the table. On the table's surface were three things: a stack of credits, a stack of paper, and an oversized blaster pistol.

Several people passing by stopped, eyes obviously fixed on the stack of credits, and gathered around the table.

"Uh, wait so how does this work?" asked a smooth-faced human man.

"Simple, simple," chortled Narbo, tusks shuffling. "You take money now and pay it back in two weeks when you get your paycheck."

"What? That's it?"

"Well, small interest. Five percent. But you get the money now. Good deal, no?" People started nodding. Narbo's four eyed stare met with the human's, who obviously had more questions. Hm, he could be a problem. "You want the money, eh?"

"Well, I have to-"

"Lots of people behind you. They need money for food, for clothes. Maybe buy their kid somethin' nice, eh?" More nodding.

The man stepped out of the way, frowning, as people started to queue up. They wrote down their information on a piece of paper, then took as many credits as they needed from the pile. Narbo kept track of it all, his hand never too far from the blaster. He didn't tell them about the fine print on the paper they signed. But if they'd asked he might've explained that if they failed to meet the deadline then their interest increased by 400%.

Pay-day loans. What a gig.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

The Electric Dream
Upper Tier, Kwenn Space Station

A melodic orchestral melody played loudly in the back room of the Electric Dream, an unusual change from the bass heavy electronic tones that usually filled the upscale brothel. The front of the establishment had been cleared out of clientele in anticipation of this meeting, and was empty save a few terrified looking working girls. Huddled together for protection, uncertainty and fear was evident on their expressions even underneath the cybernetic augmentations for which the club was known for as they cowered at the sight of the armored Exchange enforcers, who blocked all the entrances but made no move otherwise to antagonize or even acknowledge them at all.

More enforcers were posted in the back room, at the exits and at on either side of the opulently dressed man currently enjoying an expertly prepared meal. A team of cleaners busied themselves with hauling the bodies out of the seats across from him, foam and bile still oozing from their mouths, but Ifan ben-Mezd paid them no mind as he lost himself in the twin pleasures of good food and good music. It had been a simple enough matter to slip the toxin into the dishes of the Electric Dream's proprietors, and it would have been just as simple to surreptitiously administer the antidote if they had proved amenable to his business proposal.

Alas, it was not meant to be.

Now the brothel was under new management, and although the traumatized staff did not yet know it, their lives were in all likelihood about to change somewhat for the better. The club would still cater to a techno-fetishist clientele, but at least they would be treated well by whoever the Prince installed as the new proprietor. The Exchange would see to that, for there was no profit in unnecessary cruelty. The deaths of their former bosses, for example, had been quick and relatively painless. His organization was all about efficiency.

"Hakar, do you read?" he spoke into his comm link through mouthfuls of a regional delicacy, "What's your status? Have you made contact?"

Space Docks
Mid Tier

"I'm at the rendezvous," the Trandoshan fixer muttered into the comm piece in his ear, "No sssign of our mutual friendsss sso far."

While his superior attended to some business in the commerce sector, Hakar had been tasked with scouting out the Organization's interests in the station's cargo bays. A few lots looked promising, whose operators who could be bought or muscled out. Such an expansion could serve as a waypoint between Nadir and Salvatrucha holdings on Nar Shaddaa, but while an acquisition on the mid tier, some claims on the lower tier's dry docks could put the port on the Exchange's map, allowing their particularly vulnerable bulk transports safe harbor from official patrols.

That was where the Jade Triad entered into the equation. With very little known about the secretive group save their name and a possible interest in Kwenn's shipping concerns. While most in his position would be far more inclined to immediately consider such newcomers a threat, the Prince had seen instead as a possible opportunity for a mutually beneficial arrangement. It was not an opinion his sublieutenant shared, which was probably why ben-Mezd had ordered Hakar to go first as his proxy, and comm him when he had determined if this was some kind of ambush or trap.

[member="Yu Praji"]

 

[Arage Bao]

Kwenn Space Station
Space Docks
Mid Tier

Diversification was the primary key to profit and success.

Often uttered by his father when he had been a little boy, playing with his toys in his study while he worked through his papers. It was a statement taken to heart, even as the Jade Triad solidified itself primarily alongside the Corellian Run. When Rakhan had questioned him about his intent to study the potential of Kwenn, it was difficult to explain.

After all, there was just as much to say about centering yourself in one place instead.

Much more difficult to wipe you out, if all your strength was located in one position. "There he is." Rakhan whispered behind him, while Yu looked up from his datapad.

Saul.

Near-human, light shade of pink suggested an origin from Zeltros and a recent hire for the less... violent pursuits of the Triad. It were the smuggling grounds that Saul made his business with. Already the human was waiting on them, leaning gently against the wall leading up to the meeting place between himself and a representative of the Exchange.

Made Yu sweat.

The Exchange was a different sort of beast.

They had their tendrils everywhere and anyone could be part of them without you ever realizing it. Dangerous to get involved in that, Rakhan had counseled him, but sometimes... you had to take risks.

Praji just nodded to Saul, gesturing for him to follow. A few minutes later they arrived at the spot, a large Trandoshan already waiting on them.

Another Trandoshan.

If Yu had the opportunity, he would have groaned in fear, but instead he kept his expression clear and blank. "Hello." Yu greeted calmly as Rakhan, the Noghri stepped up next to him. "Mutual friends are important when business is afoot." A very loose and random statement to make, but it was the key word to ensure that they were both on the level here.

Depending on what the Trandoshan replied he would be the bridge.

[member="The Prince"] | [member="Saul Ferasi"]​

 

[Mythos]

Location: Space Station Docks
Objective: Take a bite outta crime
Gear: One Blue Lightsaber. Armor. Samael. Thermal Detonators. Pistol. Pistol number two.

Mythos' first job while serving the CSA was one he would have to be very careful to execute, reports had come in to his desk about an unusual spike in criminal activity in the sector. There were several ways to go about it, he could influence the security and policing inside of the space station which would require a shadowy approach and a gentle touch. The Queen herself was coming so Mythos would need to be on his P's and Q's when handling this situation... he knew the underground better than most, he had worked for Sempra the Hutt, Cadan Tazi and even the Jackals at one point so what went on in the streets be it slave trade, drugs or extortion would not be too hard to spot for a Lord of the Sith. Breaking out of Hyperspace Mythos rode in the command port of the Immortal. One of the last remaining ships of its kind and he loved it.. because it was originally a ship for the One Sith. Inside it carried it's full capability and the extra hand of the Royal Guard of Commenor to whom Mythos was given direct command to train them to protect the queen and this was in fact a training exercise for them, a live fire training exercise. On his command weapons were hot, systems were a go and recon droids for every team were provided in order to scan and patrol the station if anything was out of place, where the commenori were complicit in lax enforcement of the rule of law Mythos would make this space station an example throughout the galaxy. "Prepare to Dock."

The lumbering titan of a ship gave commands to the docking station and the Immortal began it's hook up and Mythos walked around donning an armor that both covered his face and protected his limbs from blasterfire. It wasn't something permanent but it would do for this mission, hiding his identity was crucial and even the color of his lightsaber for this mission was blue. A gift from a child named [member="Tulkas"] many years ago. As the Ship slowly docked, immortals being slow lumbering beasts Mythos turned to leave the command bay and he remembered why the Immortal was built... to strike fear. Mythos walked into the main bay where all Troops and ships were in formation. Command had been passed directly to him and he now was in control of not only the troops in the Immortal but by his orders the dock was shut down. No ships were to leave the station and no ships were to be accepted in unless going through inspection and Authorization of CSA high command. In this case, His Jar'Kai guard, four of which accompanied him.... not many Survived Atrisia.

The lumbering vibration of the ship docking and the main port hatch being opened, blasting the peculiar scent on the station into the ship gave Mythos indication that it was time to brief, mobilize and conduct an assessment of the situation. In front of Mythos, below in the bay of the ship stood a regiment of the fringe unit as well as two companies of the Commenori Regulars. Chosen for this mission because of their ability to conduct police work. "Gentlemen you have been briefed but i brief you again" Mythos said, setting the tone for the mission ahead. "We have received concerning reports in this space station of an increase of insurgent groups, crime and prostitution" He paused, letting his words sink in as the men stood in attention. "At ease" He said, letting his troops relax while he gave the brief speech.

"I do not have to tell you that in this system we have a zero tolerance policy for this kind of criminal activity. Your mission is to assess the situation and crack down on any drug rings, prostitution brothels, illicit gambling, unlicensed weapon distribution or possession and other criminal activity." He dropped down to them, using the force to break his fall from the podium he used to speak to the troops. He smiled under his durasteel mouthguard, eyes behind his HUD system while he gathered his weapons. He was rolling in heavy, well armed and well supplied with ammunition. In his back he carried a massive repeater blaster called the Samael...

With a lowered voice but still loud and filled with Authrority Mythos said one last thing to the troops looking them right in the eyes. "Understand that the lives of innocents and the protection of Commenori lives are our utmost priority" He siad before pausing and giving them a wink and a sly grin. "but if a Motherkarker steps out of line and refuses to comply you have my personal permission to pop him in the groin." Their smiles and laughter were exactly what he was looking for, Mythos had commanded armies countless times and he knew what they loved most. High Morale.

"Alright move out, Platoon leaders they are yours"

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Yu Praji"] @Narbo @The Prince [member="Aver Brand"] [member="Helix Syndicate"] [member="Slevin Thawne"]​

 

[Darlyn Excron]

• Location: Docks
• Objective: Make Scruff McGruff proud
• Equipment: Lightsabers and blaster linked in description, Mandalores Armor, and "Death Special"

"Y'know isn't Law and Order my domain?" Darlyn's laugh echoed as he walked off just a bit behind [member="Mythos"], each footstep clanging louder and louder. The light began to filter through to fall on his body, first the metal boots adorning his feet, the source of the ever increasing clang of metal, then his legs, and chest. Mandalorian Iron, Beskar plates, armorweave, and behind him the flowing crimson of his cape. At each hip rested both a gun, be it his DL-18 or his Special, and the hilt of one of his blades, with Exar's producing a surplus of its signature darkness to fill the room. His presence was undeniable, as was the imposing figure the armor created, even in what normally was an average male. Indeed, one could only expect the most powerful, and respectable individual to be wearing such a well crafted piece.

It's a shame Darlyn owned it. The readheaded male was too busy draining his second bottle since the journey started, tossing it aside as the last drops of brandy were released to him, the glass somehow not shattering against the ground before rolling off to escape the questionably alcoholic minister. Speaking of whom, Darlyn seemed to be only too excited to visit one of Commenor's more questionable choices of investment, having invested in.. what was his name.. ah bugger him if he remembered it! A weequay he knew that much, one who had proposed joint ownership of the station. That meant law and order was technically both theirs and others, but that said they were lax on attending to their station.

It made sense, between duties at home and duties to the galaxy as a whole. Still, Darlyn was delighted to be here for what he could only assume would be a grand old time. He continued his laughter over the prospect of what he would be getting into, and wrapped an arm over the slightly taller man's shoulders, while pulling a flask out of seemingly nowhere and motioning it to him. "Ahh I'll forgive it this one time. You did fly me here after all, fair's fair. Now then, why don't we go check out the bar scene? I'm sure there's a few morally liberal individuals who would hate to have us liberate them of their alcohol. I mean, actually yeah I mean the alcohol, at least after cuffing them. Com'on... it'll be fun."

[member="Yu Praji"] | [member="The Prince"] | @Narbo | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Helix Syndicate"] | [member="Slevin Thawne"]

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

KWENN SPACE STATION
ABANDONED MAINTENANCE TUNNEL

The bearded Ranger scratched his chin as he kept watch. He could hear the meticulous typing of his comrade behind him as he worked his magic on Kwenn Station's internal network. How long did it take to deposit a virus? Beat him. Probably took a decent amount of time if they didn't want to get detected. Had to be sneaky when doing these things. Didn't make it any less boring, though. The Ranger rocked on his heels, starting to get a little bored. He stretched his neck. Then his arms, one at a time, all while keeping an eye on the way they came. This part of the station didn't get much traffic from anyone. Security cameras had stopped working a while ago. That was why they had chosen it, after all.

Then his comlink started buzzing. He didn't answer - wasn't supposed to - but it wasn't good news.

"You almost done?" He called to the Fondorian. He did not look at his companion when he spoke, but if he did he would have seen him sweating a little bit.

"The hell do you think? This takes time."

"Yeah, well," the other man rolled his shoulders, "A bunch of spooks just landed, so..."

"Yeah, yeah, I got the same comlink as you, pal..." Something buzzed at that moment. "Just give me a second, alright?"

 

[Kay-Larr]

¤Location: Arriving to Kwenn Station in the Free Lady
¤Objective: Confront the Crime Boss(es)
¤Weapons: The Diplomat , Hidden Lightsaber , Wedding rings


Kay had gotten the messages with regards to Kwenn Station. She was on Csilla, at the time, having been visiting her allies there. Her visit however needed to be cut short. [member="Boo Chiyo"] had been the one giving her the tour of the strange planet and once he had heard of her plight, he had insisted to come along. Perhaps the boy just needed to see some action or had felt that for some reason, their paths were meant to cross again. So who was she to refuse? The boy was more than capable.

Already she had called ahead to [member="Darlyn Excron"] and [member="Mythos"] , only to be met with great enthusiasm. Normally Kay would stay out of it, but she had to make sure that her people didn't break Commenori law or cross any lines. Kwenn Station belonged in part to the Commenori and it was their duty to protect it. Yet after the Iron Knights attacked the Praxeum and elsewhere, their attention on the station wasn't as much as it should have been. That oversight had led to the splurge of illegal activity seen there today.

She clenched her jaw as the Free Lady came out of hyperspace, the lines of stars becoming pin pricks of light in the blackness. Kwenn Station loomed just ahead of them and she could already see the Immortal coming into dock. Good. She was just in time.

Kay picked up her commlink and signalled her Minister of Justice. ~Darlyn, it's Kay. We're going to be coming into dock shortly. And yes, I mean at Kwenn Station and not Chasin City. Have some guards meet me. No doubt I could be needing them. And tell Mythos that you both better behave yourselves...I mean it.~ She had heard the rumours; spices, deathsticks, brothels and booze; all of it so very tempting to those two in different respects. Hopefully it wasn't too tempting.

Just as the Free Lady began to dock, she sent out a message to her husband [member="Veiere Arenais"] after punching in his channel on her commlink. ~Dear, it's Kay. I'm just at Kwenn Station. There's a bit of a situation there that needs some cleaning up. If you're nearby, I could use your assistance.~ Not to mention his presence, both as a Jedi and a King.

She looked down to Boo as she tucked her commlink into one of her sleeves, opposite of the one that carried her holdout pistol. The ship shook just a little as it docked with the station. "Shall we? At least until your rendezvous arrives." Kay knew that Boo had other places to be. But at least he saw her safely to the station.

[member="Slevin Thawne"] [member="Helix Syndicate"] [member="Aver Brand"] [member="Narbo"] [member="The Prince"] [member="Yu Praji"]

 

[WolfMortum]

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Maerdocian Sector​

Jedi Council Chambers​

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Today was a day not unlike many others that had passed him by recently; struggling with his need to find balance between the duties of the Jedi Path and those of his position in monarchy beside his dear wife, [member="Lady Kay"]. Always on his mind, the strain of being pulled in two different directions, the Force having led him into such a place of prominent service to the Galaxy and yet so often conflicted by which needs were most required. As a Jedi Master of the Order and as the head of the Jedi Council, all his experiences had encouraged him not to allow himself to become consumed by his doubts and anxieties, yet too so often was the misconception that Jedi were in fact not sentient but droids without emotions; a concept that Veiere sometimes wished were fact given the tension that had crept up over him in the later times.

The world of Deneba lay outside of the territories of the Commenor Systems Alliance, nestled somewhere between there and equal footing to that of the Galactic Empire further south. The world stood upon neutral ground governed by its own and in that giving the Jedi Order the pleasure of silence, tucked away within the Mountain ranges of Meru not so far from the nearby settlement named for the great rock giant, Meru Station. It was here on this world that the Enclave had become busied with Jedi, training and stepping out into the greater galaxy to seek to serve the interests of society in better encouraging peace and civility to the people; compared to most they were a pacifist cell of the Jedi whom always sought the deterrence of conflict rather than stepping out to encourage it. Today, whether fate or the will of the Force would have it that Veiere would once again be challenged in keeping to this doctrine, honoring their heritage and the history of the Jedi Order that once was.

Dear, it's Kay. I'm just at Kwenn Station. ​

There's a bit of a situation there that needs some cleaning up. ​

If you're nearby, I could use your assistance​

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Listening to the message, short and to the point, his eyes left the comm-link and he turned to glance upon one of the nearby transparent panels staring out against the rest of Deneba's barren terrain. Once upon a time he would have made some sort of remark in terms of how much of a knack his darling wife had for finding herself in troubling situations, the Galaxy never having used to be so frequent in Chaos yet nowadays it was rarely avoidable given the place of political power the Systems Alliance had come into as well as the need for the Order's gaze ever so vigilant upon the surrounding peoples. The Contingencies recent attacks on individual yet prominent worlds had spread across the holonet like wild fire and the knowledge that the Sith Empire had arisen back into power shadowed by those of Imperial decree demanded a certain amount of paranoia, preparation should the inevitable come to pass.

I'm on my way.​

Forwarding notice to Vikras Ansion​

Will rendezvous with him before reaching Kwenn.​

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His response was just as brief, already on the move as he relayed his confirmation not through his comm-link but his datapad and soon seeking to notify Vikras who stood currently in the place as Grand Admiral of the Systems Alliances Navy, while the old man would no doubt not need to be involved it was preferable in this case that Veiere was able to dock and assume command of one of their larger vessels. Kwenn station was a significant importance to the Systems Alliance, they best known for their trade across varying powers within the Galaxy. Should the need arise, Veiere had it in mind that a stable patrol of the sector would be preferred following whatever the reasons were for this interruption so to ensure there be no further means for concern.

[member="Helix Syndicate"] | [member="Slevin Thawne"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Narbo"] | [member="The Prince"] | [member="Yu Praji"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"]​

 

[Zak Dymo]

Location: Arriving to Kwenn Station with [member="Lady Kay"]
Objective: Protect a Lady. Fight Crime. Maybe get a kids meal at McYodas.
Weapons: Azi | Subcompact Blaster Pistol

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Kay had made the journey to the Iron Empire.

Csilla wasn't exactly on the way to anywhere, so for her time and trouble it would have been rude for him not to have given her an escort back to the Mid-Rim.

Besides, the Iron Padawan had business on Midvinter. The payroll and accounts payable to keep the Iron Legion going wasn't going to take care of itself, so the young Pantoran needed to find whatever public house, whore house, dog house, or out house that [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] had fallen into outside of Tháinbroek and then drag his sorry Jedi arse back to Illum.

Plus, he'd have to make a connection in Voss-Ka. Now, a lot of people hated connecting through Voss. It seemed like all the major carriers were doing it now. But Voss-Ka had a Corellia Digital Store -- which Csilla did not -- and so at least this way he got to harass his boss and get a new HoloStation game. That was a two-for-one if ever there was one!

Boo stepped off the loading ramp, close behind the aid worker he now understood to be the Queen of Commenor. The irony of it all being that the woman had expressed some concern when he'd made mention of Mandalorian rebels causing problems out on Imperial Olstyn. But it seemed all was not sunshine and Del-Yas in Alliance space either.

Unlike Kay, the boy didn't mask his presence in the Force. An ill wind seem to follow the boy, whose aura radiated with all the malfeasance of a Sithspawn. The fact that an otherwise ordinary looking young boy was walking around with an amphistaff coiled around his body did nothing to sweeten his image. In spite of which, the blue-skinned youngling smiled congenially, his friendly countenance displayed as he quietly offered, "Take your time. My master would be quite upset if he learned that I left you to fight crime with just a hold-out blaster and a message on the Old Man's comlink."

Aside from which, he was rather curious to meet this husband of Kay's.

"Besides, I can always catch another transport to the Tingel Arm region."

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[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"] | [member="Mythos"]​

[member="Helix Syndicate"] | [member="Yu Praji"] | [member="The Prince"] | [member="Narbo"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Slevin Thawne"]​

 

[Zark San Tekka]

The Electric Dream
Upper Tier, Kwenn Space Station

The orchestral piece was nearing its climax and Ifan had nearly moved on to dessert when a burly Nikto in riot armor tentatively approached and leaned down to whisper something in his ear. An expression smoldering with annoyance at the interruption quickly faded, and while his countenance revealed little save a small quiver in the corner of his mouth, the Prince's eyes seemed to shine in the dim lighting of the brothel's back room.

"Are you quite certain?" his tone was polite, but the enforcer knew all too well the implications of the subtle threat, "An Immortal?"

The Nikto nodded sharply in assent, and ben-Mezd sighed as he gingerly placed his cutlery back down onto the mostly empty plate. Lazily snatching a napkin from beside it with an almost theatrical flair to his movement, the human gently dabbed his mouth before tossing the piece of silken fabric down as well.

"Gentlemen, our timetable has just advanced," the Prince called out, and with a snap of his fingers the mob of Exchange enforcers around him leaped into action from their posts standing as vigil. Jabbing his figure at the odd one out, he said, "You."

A nearby Givin he had singled out lurched to stand before him in a moment.

"Scrub everything down," he ordered the black hat, who had scurried back off almost before he even finished speaking, "And then purge every digital trace of our presence here out to three station blocs. You have less than half an hour."

No sooner had the underworld technician fled than a Devaronian scout emerged from the front of the private club.

"Commenori regulars on the station. Patrols started sweeping decks ten minutes ago."

"You, you, and you," Ifan pointed out three enforcers after receiving this new information hardly without missing a beat, "Armor off, appropriate some plainclothes. You're with me. The rest of you are to stay here and guard our newest acquisition. If anyone flashes a CSA badge, your orders are to deny them entry into the establishment."

"What do we do if they try to force us?" the Devaronian asked.

The Prince glanced down at the enforcer's submachine gun, and said, "Resist arrest."

Space Docks
Mid Tier

"Hakar my friend, slight change of plans," ben-Mezd's detached tone murmured into the Trandoshan's ear moments before [member="Yu Praji"], [member="Saul Ferasi"], and their Noghri compatriot came into sight, "Be a fellow and stall them a while, will you? We have some uninvited company and my excursion down to your level will have to keep for the time being."

"Underssstood," the Exchange fixer sighed, rolling his eyes at the casual way his boss had just informed him he was now in mortal danger.

Yes Hakar, just make contact with the elusive, paranoid Triad and then stall them, he thought to himself, wondering if the Prince even considered these factors or simply expected his right hand to execute his will no matter what. Despite some serious job dissatisfaction racing through his mind, Hakar did his best to mask all sign of any kind of emotion whatsoever. In this business, allowing personal feelings to enter into the equation was just another kind of weakness.

"Mutual friends are important when business is afoot."

As soon as the Mirialan spoke the signal phrase, the Trandoshan's grip loosened on the stylus grip of his concealed molecular stiletto.

"A new friend isss a new opportunity," he recited the countersign as Ifan had instructed. Considering the Prince's new orders, Hakar determined in the moment that stalling in this instance was to be interpreted in the broadest sense, "I ssspeak for the Charlatan."


[member="Helix Syndicate"] | [member="Slevin Thawne"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Narbo"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Some Space Station
Somewhere

Why is his head, his head...his eye's burning, skin green as puke, now it's pink, yellow...huh? Place's spinnin' all around, all around.

Spice made you see things differently.

From a different perspective.

Another circles of smoke were let loose from his mouth as he approached the Trandoshan. His hissing with every word sounded way more amplified in Saul's head, very similar to the noise of pressured gas being released from a starship.

It was deafening.

And why were they still not flying? He can fly now, if he wants to. Feels like flying anyways.

He took another hit.

[member="The Prince"] | [member="Yu Praji"]​

 

[Arage Bao]

Space Docks
Mid Tier

Something was not right.

Yu knew this the moment Rakhan hrm'ed beside him in confusion. It was the smell, the Noghri could smell that something was off as air breezed through his nostrils and gave way anxiety. What could possibly be at issue here at the moment?

The Jade Triad had not yet established any significant operations on Kwenn.

That wasn't the way they operated. Instead they waited, patiently, watching every angle, making every calculation in patience until the right moment came. Then they struck and struck hard, ensuring that the outcome would be theirs and only theirs. The Trandoshan watched them approach and then spoke the key-phrase. It was correct and spoken without hesitation. So, it had nothing to do with the lizard. But what else could be the issue then?

It spoke.

Spoke well.

And Yu could only tilt his head slightly, trying to ignore the feint humming coming from Saul on the other side of him. It was difficult not to notice the spice scent coming off of him, it was palpable and it annoyed Yu just a little bit.

There was a time and place for that.

"I was told he would be here." Yu pointed out, already wondering if this was a set-up.

[member="Helix Syndicate"] | [member="Slevin Thawne"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Narbo"] | [member="Saul Ferasi"] | [member="The Prince"]
[member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"]

 

[Subject 37]

Kwenn Station
Lower Levels - Docking Bay A3

Amusement floated across his features.

"Sir, there's increased activity everywhere. Comme-"

"It doesn't matter." Slevin said with his smile still perking the top of his lips. His hands were still rolling the same pills as before, his eyes filtering across each of them as he gently placed them down onto the table. He mused for a moment, leaning back in the chair that had been scrounged up for him and placing his feet upon the table. The others within the room watched him carefully, each one obviously quite eager to see what he was about to say.

One of the men in particular seemed incredibly eager, his skin practically wriggling.

It was obvious that they were scared, even terrified. These were not the men that Coratanni themselves trained, they were contractors, second or third tier at best. Most of them would be absolutely terrified facing anything larger than...well station Security. Still at the moment their fear was still more amusing than anything else.

"We're not an army." He said with a smile. "We're not on a field of battle."

Amusement continued to tinge his voice. "We're rats in a wall."

He placed the pill on the table. "We're ghosts."

Slevin, Coratanni, wasn't here for confrontation. They weren't hear to fight a battle or get into a war, no, they were hear to spread their influence. Slevin had absolutely no intention of fighting, no intention direct confrontation. He was here to peddle the one thing people couldn't stay away from; a good time.

 

[Nyseth]

Kwenn Station
Top tier
Club Tallifax

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZLVtOdWyTE8​

The crowd was in a trance- dancing to the beat of the music. The visuals on the stage mesmerized those reaching the peak of their high. Club Tallifax, a raunchier establishment than the Electric Dream, was turnt.

In the middle of this crowd, Nyseth's helmet shined brightly with the words "LIT AS KARK" that danced and changed colors to the beat. An accomplice dressed as a kandi girl sat on his shoulders - obviously out of her mind as she danced like crazy.

On an anonymous social media app, a message was posted just as the current DJ's set started:

selling pillz all night. wearing a helmet with lit as kark on it

Those with the app and were near Club Talifax would see the message.

And with that, Nyseth had been peddling [member="Slevin Thawne"]'s all night. The price per pill was cheap - whatever price Nyseth could sell it for. Free for a few, even. Having hacked into an admin's account on the app earlier, he kept all messages about his prices hidden from public view.

 

[Mythos]

Location: Entering the main security dock area.
Objective: Operation Partypooper
Mythos turned to eye the man, indulging in his drunken narrative obvious from his odor. The minister of Justice himself was about to accompany Mythos and he was not entierly sure he was up to the task, he would just let him get killed and hail him a heroes death... everyone liked those. He did appear to be well armed, something corrupt was in his posession but Mythos didin't have the time to guess at it now, best to stay on his good side if only for the reason of his advanced gear and pressence in the force. Mythos allowed himself some amusement, a partner for the fight was never too much. His armed went to Mythos' shoulder and he in turn did the same but his hand resting firmy on his jaw, the force tightening his grip. "Can you see in the dark?" He asked ominously, letting him go in a snap and gesturing to follow as he headed behind two highly decorated Commenori.

The queen herself was on her way, with the full might and authority of the alliance of Commenor Mythos and the soldiers arrived and took control of the security and the surveillance of the space station, demanding all stations be online. Patrols were already online, a strategy had been employed. The dual doors opened for Mythos as he stepped into the main deck security office and control of operations for the entire space station. Around him a holofeed of every station to every floor with its security officer in charge at the monitor, all troops of the station on standby. His image came online with his armor and credentials on his chest as the commander in charge of the station at this given moment until the arrival of the queen. "Gentlemen I will not be conducting an operation in this space station as it is believed to be housing several intergalactic crime syndicates who may be in possession of biological technology of class seven" He spoke loudly and to point, even if the reason was entirely fabricated although possible one could argue.

Two internal security officer whom outranked the men in service in the station at the moment took seats to Mythos' sides taking control of the dock and first platform sectors of security manning the controls personally. Mythos had demanded the full control of the space stations power supply be called in the monitors simultaneously as his troops spread out through the floors and platforms, especially in larger areas. Mythos said not a word, instead the security advisers took his commands from the earlier brief. Every soldier had with him devices to see in the dark.

The Reactor began to power down.

One by one the floors of the station began to shut down as well as any power except for the oxygen systems and the life support. Some lights in ramps of sleeping quarters did work the entire star station the look of a haunting yellow Twilight. It would take some time and until then, Mythos went to prepare along with his breaching troop... they would begin in the first floor.​

 

[Zak Dymo]

Location: Hangar Bay with [member="Lady Kay"]​

​

It echoed through the station.

Not a power loss. Not a brown out. The transformers and transfer stations were being shut down selectively. Starting from the upper levels, working its way down the wall toward the floor, panel lights were cut off. Amber emergency lightning cast a pale, golden glow around the doorways and exits that did little to take the edge off the sudden blackout.

While the child's eyes were blinded by the sudden darkness, the amphistaff was nonplussed. It's obsidian scale causing it to vanish into the shadow even as its dead eyes saw through infrared receptors.

Reaching up a hand, the child touched the crystal pendant he wore around his neck as a religious devotion. As he did, he began to utter a prayer quietly. "Boona Nogras, jicag bu heee, da mee bahietka-en koee tee doneha kouuicala."

The language was dead. It's knowledge kept only by those who studied the ancient writings of the Primeval. It was a form of Old Huttese which seemed to echo hauntingly in the air as the child repeated the devotion. "Boona Nogras, jicag bu heee, da mee bahietka-en koee tee doneha kouuicala." It was an invocation of Nogras, a prayer to the Primeval goddess who personified the light of the universe, the first star of creation, which separated night and day at the dawn of time.

Perhaps a trick of the light, a greenish, ghoulish light seemed to flicker in the air. Then an orb began to take shape, flickering into existence like a bauble of perdition's flame. Raising his hand, palm up, the boy cupped his hand beneath the bale of hellish Force energy. It was not the same as any illumination created by a Jedi, as it manifested itself through the boy's connection to the Dark Side of the Force, but it served the purpose of illuminating a path ahead for the [member="Lady Kay"] as the pair now found themselves walking into darkness.

Which was, at the very least, a path that the youngling seemed to often take.

With his free hand, the Pantoran touched his pendant, lips, and forehead in a symbolic gesture. After which, he turned to look up at Kay. "Perhaps they missed this month's power bill?"

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

KWENN SPACE STATION
ABANDONED MAINTENANCE TUNNEL

At some point the Fondorian ripped out his earpiece so he could focus more intently on his datapad without the annoying drawl of control in his ear. Which was a shame, honestly, because he missed out on some good information. Eventually the screen flashed green and the Fondorian's face split into a smile six miles wide. "Hah! Got it!" He ripped the connection cable out of the socket a few seconds later, the cord snapping back snugly into his device. He turned to his partner. In accordance to his vigil, the bearded Ranger did not turn to look at his friend.

"You all done?" He said.

"Yep. Now, let's-"

Was a loud shuttering sound as the high-powered lights covering this entire level shut off one by one. The Fondorian turned just in time to see the cascade of darkness rushing towards them. It was only a second's glance - they were plunged into darkness before he could even process what had happened. The Fondorian cursed, but his friend didn't. He had already heard this was happening on the upper levels thanks to control. That was why he already had his night-vision shades on. They looked like sunglasses - could function as those too - but they came with a night vision setting. The Fondorian kept cursing as he put his earpiece back in and fumbled in his jacket for his own shades.

These were Rangers. If they could be karked by something as stupid as flipping a light-switch, they wouldn't be on the force. "What the hell happened?"

"Spook commander shut off all the power. Whole station's dark, or will be soon."

Of course the Fondorian was agape. Wouldn't you be too? That was millions of credits wiped out as business and manufacturing ground to a halt. Not to mention all the restaurants with food that would spoil if this went on too long, and it probably would go on too long. No one shut off power if they were going to turn it back on in a couple hours. The bigger chains would be fine, sure, but small businesses like the one the two Rangers had just frequented would be hardest hit. Then there would be the rioting, of course. Hundreds of thousands of people cramped into this station suddenly plunged into darkness. The security cameras were knocked out and there was barely any way to contact law enforcement now. Anything not nailed down was about to get looted. And let's not even think about the patients in the hospitals and clinics that were about to bite the dust.

Maybe in like, an hour, though. It takes a while for panic to really set in and organs to fail, you know.

The bearded Ranger ran his fingers through his hair, "We should probably go."

"Yeah... Yeah we should."

Their business on Kwenn station concluded, the two men made briskly for the way they had came from. The abrupt absence of power would not change their doings here and, if it did, they would come back later and do it again. What were they going to do, shut off the power every time they came back? At that point they would just buy the bankrupted station off these idiots.