Corruption[Kwenn Space Station]

[Azimuth Industries]

Kwenn Space Station
Street Corner

Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.

The lights shut off in a series as the station lost power. Narbo froze, four eyes quickly adjusting to the dark, and looked from the pile of credits on the table to the little crowd that'd been gathering around him.

They stared at him. He stared back. Then they came forward in a rush.

"Poodoo."

The Aqualish scooped up an armful of credits in one hand, while the three fingers of his right curled around his Deathhammer pistol. A swift kick overturned the plastic table and sent it skidding into the shins of a lunging psycho. Leveling his pistol caused the people to tense up, runs skidding to a halt.

Slowly, he started to walk backward.

"Keep whatever's left on the table, no?"

Then he turned and sprinted for the closest cantina, stuffing the credits down his pants as he did so.

 

[Nyseth]

Club Tallifax, Upper Tier, Kwenn Station

As Nyseth sold pills, messages poured onto Bik Bak – the anonymous social media app that Nyseth was using.

CANDYBOT SAVED THE DAY!

find the candybot. his karks the best i ever had

Then just as the drop hit, the power went out due to @Mythos’s actions. The music, lasers, holoscreens – all of it died. Yellow emergency lights came on despite the vibrant LED attire many of the ravers wore still providing some light.

Nyseth’s helmet still displayed “LIT AS KARK,” yet it became a static image. In a snap, the kandi girl on Nyseth’s shoulders – whose name was Rachael - stopped dancing. Her eyes sharpened as she looked around the club.

“Ny,” Rachael began, “What’s going on?”

A quick check of his datapad revealed to Nyseth that communications were down. Using the communication devices in his helmet, he discovered that he could only communicate through the ships docked at the space station. The security on several ships was poor enough that he just “slipped in” without any issue. From that, Nyseth got a good idea of the station’s condition.

Rachael hopped off Nyseth’s back. Nyseth then turned around and displayed a draining battery on his helmet’s screen.

“The whole station?” Rachael asked, to which Nyseth nodded in affirmation.

“What made the power go out?” she then asked.

Nyseth shrugged and displayed ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ on his helmet.

The crowd of ravers began to grow restless. No one could use local networks to communicate with the rest of the station – all of them were down.

“Well, if the station isn’t going to fall out of the sky, hopefully the power will be back in no time,” Rachael said – unaware of Mythos’s plans with his breaching troops.

 

[Darlyn Excron]

• Location: Main Security - Docks
• Objective: Find the pun
• Equipment: Lightsabers and blaster linked in description, Mandalores Armor, and "Death Special"

"Hey good thing hospitals have backup generators eh? Would be a nightmare of paperwork for me if you caused a bunch of deaths with this. Why that'd just be a royal pain in the arse." Darlyn chuckled, keeping his eyes shut as the power was sent off, only opening them after the emergency systems, the dull yellow lights, kicked in. When he would open them, he'd have much better 'night vision', though he didn't actually have proper equipment for it. Personally he found helmets clashing with his new look far too much, and he would not sacrifice looks for the sake of being pragmatic with his outfit. That was just too much to ask.

Not to mention he had two very useful glowsticks. Deadly glowsticks. In fact, he even unclipped Exar Kun's lightsaber, and set the power to the lowest setting before turning it on. The blue glow was bright enough to illuminate his immediate area, and with it on a setting below even training it was about as deadly as an actual glowstick, though this did make its corrupt, unsettling aura a little easier to pick out even for those lacking sensitivity. Thus it made several regulars jump as he pointed at roughly five in turn. "You, you, you two, and you, rendezvous with the Queen at this location. I need not remind you to be on your best behavior. I'll be damn sure to give you a beating if you aren't. Now off with you! The party's just starting and I want to get to my seat for the show."

After the five went to meet the Queen, he turned his head and gave [member="Mythos"] a bit of a smirk. "So this can go one of two ways I think. One, we go cliche as hell and go to the bottom floors and maintenance paths like in every holofilm ever and hope that any criminals here we'd be looking for are ridiculously out of touch with modern holo-cinema tropes... or we can go to the top floors and hope they're just as simple minded and content to party away in the top floors. Personally I vote the latter if only because it sounds more entertaining." And also because he forgot to bring his bottle of whisky with. Though he wouldn't exactly be quick to admit to that.

[member="Yu Praji"] | [member="The Prince"] | [member="Narbo"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Helix Syndicate"] | [member="Slevin Thawne"] | [member="Nyseth"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location: Exiting hanger bay
Objective: Get a handle on the situation


Kay was glad to have [member="Boo Chiyo"] stick around. The lad was wise beyond his years and thought far differently than other people that she knew. Perhaps that had all to do with the Primeval, but he had never sought to cause her harm. The lad hid a lot from others, yet she was lucky enough to have gained some of his trust and respect. That was something that she'd never take for granted. "I appreciate it, thank you."

As they exited her ship she was quite surprised that there was no guards for her. Equally surprising was that the lights were all out. What was going on here? Boo began an incantation while her eyes adjusted to the darkness and yellow emergency lights. A green orb seemed to appear out of nowhere, bathing the hanger in it's light so that they could continue forward to the first corridor. At least they could breathe. She could hear the fans recirculating the air. "I don't think that it's as simple as that...." Of course she wished it was.

She brought out her commlink again and signalled [member="Darlyn Excron"] and [member="Mythos"] . ~It's Kay. Did you guys cut the power? What's going on in here?~ Of course with no power, people would be forced to use the stairs instead of the lifts. That could prove to be a hassle for some of the patrons.

Five of the Commenor Regulars arrived, flanking them without a word. Kay looked down to Boo. "Well, I guess that this means that they aren't far..." In her mind, this would've gone down differently. She'd of come face to face with the crime bosses and dealt with them in the same respect that she dealt with those on Commenor. But this was different. This had all the earmarks of Darksiders. Some people just liked grand entrances too much.

"I wonder where they could be..." Just who 'they' were was anyone's guess. Kay was just thinking out loud as she headed down the corridor. She didn't want to stray too far however, knowing that [member="Veiere Arenais"] wasn't going to be that far behind her.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Promenade
Upper Tier, Kwenn Space Station

"Get me everything you can on who is responsible for this display of force," the Prince mumbled into the encrypted comm channel, "I want dossiers on key personnel as soon as you can assemble them."

Terminating the transmission with the black hat holed away in a safehouse on the second tier, Ifan continued to browse the market stalls, every once in a while stopping to inspect a piece of fruit for its freshness. Blending into the crowd as much as they were able, the three enforcers that served as his escort kept a discrete distance, but remained close enough to intervene at their superior's command. Submachine guns and deck sweepers had been left behind at the Electric Dream in favor of concealed disruptor pistols to maintain their low profile.

This didn't seem like Commenor's usual modus operandi, which had led the Exchange lieutenant to suspect the introduction of a new player to the board. Until he could acquire a clearer picture of his opponents, not the Commenori troops but the ones pulling their strings, the most logical move would be to remain hidden in plain sight. When the lights went out all around him, and the panicked screams began, the Prince was forced to reevaluate once more. His eyes shined brightly in the darkness, and he deftly maneuvered out of the way of a stumbling pedestrian, shoving the off balance man to the ground as he went by in annoyance.

Nearby, his escorts were being far less gentle. Without the nightvision in their armor's helmets they could not see in the black, and so they were ruthlessly shoving and elbowing the jostling crowd all around them in their vain search for ben-Mezd. With a dexterous grace remarkable for a man of his apparent age, the silken robed man dodged and weaved through frightened and bloodied faces. Placing himself directly in front of each enforcer's path so that they would not lash out at him in ignorance, the tiny beacons within his gaze prevented them from simply trampling him.

"We need to get off the street!" he shouted over the uproar once he had gathered the other three together, "Before things turn really ugly! I will guide you, this way!"

With little regard for how their actions contributed even more to the civil unrest on the upper tier, Ifan shouted orders into his bodyguards' ears as they shouldered their way through every obstacle between them and their destination, living or otherwise. The Prince directed the muscular security officers into a nearby cafe, ignoring the terrified shopkeeper and cowering clientele for the moment as he directed the men under his command to barricade the entrance. When he was satisfied that they were safe from the crowd outside that by now had begun to stampede, Ifan turned shining eyes upon his new host.

"We-we don't want any trouble!" the Ithorian behind the counter's vocabulator translated for him.

"Neither do we, my friend," ben-Mezd replied, raising his hands as he smiled a broad unsettling smile, "We simply seek refuge from the perils outside your front door. I can offer my employee's services in protecting your establishment, and even contribute to the cost of damages and lost revenue I am certain you shall face this sad day, if you will only provide us safe harbor."

As he spoke the last words, the Prince through sleight of hand produced a pair of high value credit chits in between raised fingers.

"Do we have an accord?"

Space Docks
Mid Tier

"I was told he would be here."

"You were told you would meet with him," Hakar shook his head subtly as he eyed the three Triad representatives with equal suspicion, "And it isss posssible that you will, onssse I am sssatisssfied with the ssstate of your operation."

The Trandoshan could see from the expression of [member="Yu Praji"] that the Mirialan was less than satisfied. Ignoring the human [member="Saul Ferasi"] who was inhaling some sort of narcotic in the middle of the meet and the inscrutable Noghri, the fixer pressed on. What would the Prince say?

"You are an engima, and we do not deal with enigmasss no matter how much they promissse. Until I have ssseen you can do what you sssay, I sssee with his eyes and ssspeak with hisss voissse."

As if to punctuate his words, the lights suddenly went out all around them. It took Hakar's reptilian eyes only a few seconds to adjust to the rapid shift in spectrum, and when they did they narrowed has gripped the molecular stiletto even tighter.

"What isss thisss?" he asked reflexively, "Isss thisss your doing?"

But the Triad seemed to be caught equally off guard, and dimly the Trandoshan remembered something Ifan had said about uninvited company. He dreamed of one day having a boss who didn't speak in riddles.

[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"] | [member="Nyseth"]

 

[Nyseth]

Club Tallifax, Upper Tier, Kwenn Station

Minutes passed. The power remained off. The chatter of the ravers drowned Club Tallifax. Many still hoped for the music to return in a short while.

Rachael stood next to Nyseth – bored out of her mind. The cyborg poured through what little low-security communications flowed around the space station.

Then, the DJ grabbed a hand-held megaphone and blew the siren to get the crowd’s attention.

“Hey guys,” he began, “I’m told power’s out for the whole station! We don’t know when it’ll be back, but the Club’s looking to get rid of all our beer now before it gets warm! Get it cheap if you got cash!”

The crowd gave an excited cheer to the DJ’s last statement.

Unfortunately, this did not give Rachel and Nyseth the answers they wanted.

“Ny, I got a bad feeling about this,” Rachael said, “Next hi-sec message you see, intercept it.”

Nyseth nodded his head. Utilizing the tools connected to his helmet, Nyseth scanned the comm signals. An atypical signal got his attention – the one [member="Lady Kay"] sent to [member="Darlyn Excron"] and [member="Mythos"] . Nyseth took the chance and attempted to get in on the conversation – just to listen in and see if there was anything he could learn of the situation.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Amongst the commotion on Kwenn Station, a small ship carrying three men was able to arrive practically unnoticed. The ship landed in one of their dozens of docking bays, slowing to a pause as white smoke escaped the docking thrusters of and vents of the ship, creating a grey cloak for the ship to rest under. They had came to take advantage of the situation presented to them via the conflict between the Commenor and Crime Guild. They were all that would be necessary for such a thing. No army, no back up. Just three men, with their wits about them.

The ship's landing pad extended, [member="Alexander Ontonas"] was the first to leave the ship, followed by The Matador and lastly [member="Causstik Rahn"]. They moved with haste, not wasting any time. They intended on making themselves available to the highest bidder, whoever wanted the other thrown off the station. That would happen, whether that was to be the criminals or invading Commenor forces. "Causstik, let Alexander do the talking. And if that fails, we'll get straight to the killing." He commented, with a brief grin. He had just thought, neither of is companions even knew what he looked like yet. Not, that it had mattered thus far.

He wasn't a shallow or materialistic man, well. That was a lie, he was quite materialistic. He was partial to his weapons and armour, his identity was more so tied to it than his physical appearance. It was what everyone saw, and therefore what he felt his image should be.

"There, an elevator. Shouldn't be too difficult to root out the criminals here. We'll find them, or perhaps they might come to us. If we advertise properly."

 

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Another party had plans for Kwenn station.

Ill minded and ill advised; that was how Stanley had described the situation.

Information about what was truly transpiring on Kwenn Station had proven to be a bit difficult to come by, but then intelligence was rarely right to begin with. Alexander knew the power had gone out station wide, and he knew that rogue elements were likely aboard doing whatever they saw fit in the darkness.

He didn't care much for those elements or their motives. No, his reasoning for coming aboard was a wholly different beast.

Clad in black unassuming armor that hid his face and did little else, Alexander stepped down the vessel's loading ramp.

"This seems karked," he mused aloud to his two companions. "Still, I'm pleased our friends have been courteous enough to let us know what's going on. We'll need to figure out the Commenori presence here before we make a move. If we're too brash, we'll destroy whatever possibility we might have of working with them in the future."

A hand fell toward the sidearm concealed within his belt. "If they're here in significant force, we meet with them. If they aren't, we head toward the station's data hub."

[member="The Matador"], [member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Gear: Eight gauge shotgun, Verpine shatter pistol, Armor (In signature), Several data spikes and a keg of glitterstim.

Causstik marched onto the station with the most potent spice available on the market. In fact the Trandoshan was still one of the very few with access to it. Ever since the Silver Jedi had lost hold of Kessel Causstik had set up a spice mine on the planet the moment he saw the Jedi’s end was near. While Causstik knew the Commenor people might disapprove of his method he knew one way to get the fly was with sugar (or in this case spice) rather than salt. He held the barrel in one arm and in his free hand he puffed on a cigarra of tabac.

“Criminals… My kinda scum… To bad they're on the wrong side,” Causstik growled between puffs. He continued towards the stairs with his comrades. He spotted a man sleeping underneath the staircase and beckoned to the transient with a cooing call of

“Spiiicccee, sppppiiiiccceee,”

The bum picked himself up off the ground and raised his head. “I ain't got no money man,” Causstik gave him a big toothy grin whilst chomping down on the cigarra.

“It’s your lucky day pal. This schutta’s free… Just tell me what you know about this,”

Causstik growled as he raised his datapad and showed the bum a snapshot from a local app. The screen was of a message proclaiming the sales of a pill new to Kwenn station. The bum nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, some b-big guy downstairs.. H-he’s moving the stuff on the streets. Me, me and my pals got ran off by some of his goons after we tried to steal a fix,”

Causstik nodded, then opened the barrel and brought out a large waft of spice. He handed it to the bum and the man eyed it carefully at first, than snatched it up greedily, immediately huffing the toxic drug to his heart's content. “I think we oughtta take a stroll downstairs instead,” Causstik growled

[member="Alexander Ontonas"]
[member="The Matador"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location: Moving through the Corridors
Objective: Find the culprits behind the disorder.


Kay waited for either [member="Darlyn Excron"] or [member="Mythos"] to answer her comms. But no luck. Hmm. That could either be a good thing or a bad thing. Perhaps with the power down, they ended up blocking communications too. It was entirely possible. She pocketed her commlink as she glanced down to [member="Boo Chiyo"] . "No answer. I suppose we just keep going."

She pressed on ahead, listening for anything other than their footfalls on the durasteel floor. The Commenori Regulars behind them kept their eyes and ears open as well. At each junction that they approached, two of the CR's broke formation to check things out ahead of them. If this place was as lawless as the reports had stressed, then they had to be careful.

Voices were heard up ahead, some just sounding confused, while some were almost in a panic. More than likely there was at least a few dozen that were trying to hide to avoid arrest, while there were some that were completely innocent. It bothered her that she'd hardly be able to tell who was who.

Maybe she needed to make regular visits here. In half a standard year, the place had fallen apart. Policing the station wasn't something that she had in mind when she became part owner of it. But now that she knew that it was something that she had to do, Kay knew that she had to keep someone there to look after it when it gets cleaned up again. Just who that person was, was anyone's guess.

"Someone's gotta know who claims to be in charge around here...."

[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="The Matador"] [member="Alexander Ontonas"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="The Prince"] [member="Nyseth"] [member="Helix Syndicate"] [member="Slevin Thawne"] [member="Aver Brand"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

"Agreed." The Matador replied to Causstik, making the decision to lead the trio down the industrial stairs.

These parts, the unkept parts of the station were disgustingly over industrialised. It was a mesh of bronze and iron and black plating and pipes with exhaust fumes escaping right in their way. As they walked by, the Matador casually used the force to block the fumes from spraying into his face. However, as soon as he passed by; he release his hold on the pressure. "Nobody thus far." He responded, admittedly disappointed. However, he wasn't for much longer as they reached their first doorway, and in their way were two thuggish looking Duros.

The Matador walked up to them first, gesturing for his allies to wait for a moment. "Pay the toll to pass!" One of the Duros spat angrily, like a little wretch. His body language was incredibly aggressive, heaving a stun baton in his hand while the other point a rifle at him. "Who set up the toll?" The Matador asked, the two exchanged looks. "The Kwenn Station Duros Collaborative!" The one with the rifle replied, a hint of pride in his voice. The Matador looked back at his two companions. "You hear that? Apparently nobody did." The Matador smiled under his helmet; "I don't intend on paying the toll, but I will pass." He spoke low enough that his words were only shared between the three of them. His left hand shot up, his crushgaunt flattening the Duros' large head into a healthy paste against the doorway they stood in. His body twitched as the upper dome of his large humanoid head was crushed. A single blaster bolt escaped his rifle as his muscles twitched all over his body before it fell limp. The second, readied his baton and swung.

A predictable move. The Matador caught his arm wielding the baton, twisting the Duros' arm violently behind his back. His saber ignited through its chest, they stared into each others eyes. The slits of his visor was the last thing this Duros would see. His body fell, as the Matador let go. "Shame." He muttered sarcastically, and walked past the bodies.

[member="Causstik Rahn"]
[member="Alexander Ontonas"]
[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Mythos]

(Posting from mobile, first time indo this, God help me)

From the bottom of the station docks Mythos and the Commenor troops began to march into the first level, troops remaining would begin to move to higher levels untill the one below it was clear of any hostile or criminal pressence. It was a well oiled machine of presicion and tactics with Mythos, a Lord of the Sith in full command of the operation. His ear peice began to ring off with commands and information but the only thing he paid any attention to was the messege from [member="Lady Kay"], the Queen herself... he refused to awnser. Mythos needed to concentrate on the level of force he was about to use and he could't be wprrying about the modus operandi of the Commenor queen, her grace and power would not fit with his methods...

[member="Darlyn Excron"], minister of justice provided Mythos with two options... he would have neither. "This is not a holofilm" Mythos said, the clanking of his rifle ending the sentence. "You stick with me, watch my six, clear the compounds and rooms i designate and close with and destroy the enemy"

His words were carefully chosen, making it clear that by the end of this Mythos would turn this station into an active and dangerous warzone. "Troops have the bottom floors, the regulars can handle stop and frisk easily, we will take the fringe troops to the upper teir of the station and clear the floor..." He stopped mid sentence, issuing commands with hand signals to the regulars to begin moving out the producing a small disk that he let flow into the air.

At this time more than thirty recon droids began scanning the floors and were currently uploading their scans into the frame Mythos had in these small tactical projectors. The hologram began to grow larger and larger with detailed data on civilians, broken property and assaults. The station began getting mapped out by the droids and slowly even the nooks and crannies only an ewok could fit into would be revealed to him and the commanders who also had a version of this data into holopads and holoprojectors.

"All troops this is Alpha Seven" He said into his ear peice, giving out for the first time his callsign. "Report"

"All troops on standby and accounted for sir".

Mythod looked at Darlyn and smiled behind his durasteel mask. "We are the hammer, they are the anvil... lock and load" Mythod ignited his blue lightsaber and put up his hand commanding the fringe unit behind him into formation funnelling into the turbolifts that would lead them to the top of the station. "All troops... move out and begin operations"

With his new partner by his side, troops at his back and a thirst for combat and battle Mythos punched the turbolift up to the last level and then shut down the turbolifts. They would be powered on and off from dock and from dock all commands of power and energy would be executed. In unison Mythos donned his night vision devices and prepped his ultra lazers on his weapon, simple lazer sight that could not be seen withought night vision. The hologram followed Mythos and the Fringe troops floating, red lights indicating assaults and detected weapons flashing when they appeared to the droids. "Remember men... shock and awe"

Those were his last words before the lift opened and the firnge with their new commander began their sweep of the main hallway and began breaching and clearing rooms while screaming to civilians to get down with hands visible. The violence of action and the professional use of force by the fringe coupled with the shining blue lightsaber, staple of the jedi made every civilian and every would be crook in their path comply with command and made the job of segregating the population and neautralizing any and all weapons or threats very straight forward.... Mythos then came upon a rave club his droids had identified for some weapons and a lot of movement. It was the club [member="Nyseth"] currently brought to life. The doors in front guarded by massive bouncers was sealed with durasteel, opened by command of by prompt but without power they opened only manually. The bouncers looked at each other as Mythos lead his troops to stack up to the door, their hands went up and two troops cuffed and began to frisk them to then tag them and move them to the designated areas for either suspects or civilians. His yellow eyes narrowed as with one powerful force blast fro. His palm the door was decimated before him.

"Partys over..."
As soon as Mythos breached the door the movements of the elite troopers rounding the corners and funnelling in were as fast as they were precise, these men were tbe greatest soldiers Commenor had to offer, Mythos held in the back covering their back the Royal Palace guard, they took position setting up security in a solid rally point formation.

Coupled with lazers being pointed and people being brought down, cuffed and searched Mythos donned a special rebreather kit the size of two small coins that went into his nose, the rest of his troops had the same but he waited untill now to put it on... he wanted to smell the sleeping gas before it started engulfing the club in a cloud of green smoke.

 

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The encounter with the Duros was met with indifference from Ontonas. His hand lingered by the sidearm at his belt, but he knew he wasn't going to need to use the thing just yet. As expected, [member="The Matador"] tore his way through the two aliens with relative ease. Alexander had expected as much. The Mandalorian was known for his skills in close quarters encounters.

"You were showing off," the warrior mused as he stepped over the two battered corpses. "There'll probably be more of their ilk the closer we get to the 'big guy'. Keep an eye out," his sidearm whirred as its power pack was flipped on.

"I'd bet my hide that this shipment has something to do with the power outage"

[member="The Matador"], [member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik waded through the maintenance tunnels boredly. Police work wasn’t his kind of gig, but when the money’s right he supposed he’d do just about anything. So long as a worthy foe was involved. Causstik watched as the steam hissing from the pipes seemed to pass around the Matador, but still sprayed the T’doshok. Not that Causstik minded, the Matador would be unable to stop the steam from spraying Causstik regardless, due to his voidstone armor. Still he wished his helmet had a better ventilation system. They approached a pair of Duros and the Mandalorian made short work of them. Causstik laughed with glee as one of the poor aliens head’s exploded in a bit, of bone, blood and grey matter. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The sight made the Trandoshan… Hungry. But, he thought it’d be rude to eat in front of friends. So, he curbed the creeping hunger and averted his eyes from the feast of blood, flesh, and organs. He didn’t know why he craved the flesh of others, only that when he had his fill he seemed to enter a berserk frenzy. A high of sorts that made the Trandoshan feel more alive than any drug ever could. Causstik pondered on the moral obligations that they might be under since they were working for Commenor. But, considering Causstik was carrying around a small barrel of glitterstim he supposed he shouldn’t be the one telling Matador they were to arrest the criminals instead of killing them...[/SIZE]

 

[Subject 37]

Kwenn Station
Lower Levels - Docking Bay A3

Slevin let out a muted yawn.

Someone had shut off the power, and it seemed was using entirely overarching force to what essentially amounted to a few drug peddlers. He couldn't really blame them for that, his own reaction likely would have been much the same, but he couldn't help but feel for a government it was a bit over the top.

At least for a government not run by Sith.

He shrugged for a moment, standing up out of his chair and waving over to one of his lieutenants. He whispered something quietly and the man ducked into the vessel behind him, grabbing something from a small locker and tossing it onto the table that had been set up in the middle of the now rather dark docking bay. There was a loud clatter, and Slevin smiled slightly. "Make sure that spreads through the rest of the station."

Slevin said pointing to the duffel bag.

"But...the s-"

"Doesn't matter." The Crime Lord said flatly. "They shut off the power to a trade station with thousands of occupants. There are literally hundreds of merchants, smugglers, traders, and whatever else you can imagine here. None of them will be too pleased about potentially getting murdered just for looking in the wrong direction, not to mention the obscene amount of money they're losing. Some will be looking for an opportunity just to spite Commenor after something like this."

Simple truth. He wasn't exactly sure who was running the show for these men, but shutting off the power to a station with thousands of residents and merchants wasn't exactly the most intelligent thing. "Get it done."

Slevin said with a wave of his hand, before turning and departing.

 

[Darlyn Excron]

• Location: Club Tallifax
• Objective: Acquire Alcohol - Do my job
• Equipment: Lightsabers and blaster linked in description, Mandalores Armor, and "Death Special"

[member="Mythos"] may be happy to ignore Kay, however Darlyn was far too aware of the chain of command to make such a mistake. So there was little surprise, perhaps, that it was the minister's voice that would reach Kay after she sent out the question. Well, after he managed to start following behind the slightly taller man, DL-18 in his right open hand. No point in being unprepared, since Exar's lightsaber was as useful as a glowstick in this phase. "That would be your new guy's fault Kay. Has a sense for the dramatics and a taste for blood I'd imagine. Please forward all the paperwork to his desk when we're done here? I'm washing my hands of this and just going to keep the man alive. That said, feel free to have your guards find a nice place to setup your little diplomatic arena, I'm sure we'll find someone in this mess who can talk to you. Probably. Possibly. I don't know, I'll even ask them nicely before I drag them 'round in chains for you."

The next message was broadcasted to every Regular and heard, obviously, by the Fringe unit with him and Mythos. "Remember mates, non-lethal takedowns if you must. We're officers of the law here, people can't repay society if they're dead. That said, if they try to kill you I won't blame you if you do what you need to live. Just remember your law training and we should be fine." He cut the channel off as he stepped into the club, glancing around with a wide smile on his face. How he was able to see while everyone else clearly had to have nightvision was a question for another day (though really it was him preserving night vision before the lights were suddenly cut, of course) as he casually began walking towards the bar of the club, having been given the rebreather he'd potentially need.

Ooo, was that corellian whisky? He tossed a few credits he'd brought with, and pulled the bottle to his hand with the force, before hopping up onto the counter of the bar, popping the top of the whisky with his teeth before taking a swig, looking over the entire crowd. "Right so, before my new friend gets his bloodthirsty hands on everyone here, anyone wish to point out the local drug dealers and ne'er do wells for me? I assure you I'm far more reasonable than he is." Of course his position was far too relaxed, he wasn't taking things seriously it would appear no doubt. Still, he had a book to do things by, and it did have the potential of paying off. No one wanted to be arrested for taking drugs after all, people were quick to turn. Not to mention even if they didn't, his position let him watch everyone through the force (and with his 'night vision' eyes) with relative ease.


[member="Yu Praji"] | [member="The Prince"] | [member="Narbo"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Helix Syndicate"] | [member="Slevin Thawne"] | [member="Nyseth"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Alexander Ontonas"] | [member="The Matador"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

"Can't say I'm very impressed. Whoever turned off the power isn't very smart. I did my homework before we arrived, this station is home to not just criminals but civilians as well. There will be hell to pay from commenor for whoever turned it off."

The comment was emphasised by what they seen ahead of them, four rows of housing estates for civilians, outside of that was an empty marketplace. Three houses in the first row were burning out, and the streets were empty with the exception of criminals and bodies.

Causstik wasn't wrong, there were more ahead; not every species he could name. But, there were thugs all the same. "Causstik, do you have any more of that zombifying drug? We could use it to figure out who's running this gig. But first, we should thin the herd." The Matador removed jis repeater from its holster on his lower back, opening fire on the criminals.

[member="Causstik Rahn"][member="Alexander Ontonas"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay paused as her commlink came to life. She pulled it our of her pocket as she heard the voice of [member="Darlyn Excron"] coming from it. She clenched her jaw. So this was all [member="Mythos"] ' fault? Of course she shouldn't be so surprised. The Sith Lord was always the type to overdo it on the simplest of tasks. She had thought that having a lot of responsibility again would reign him in somewhat, but it seems that it hadn't.

Lesson learned.

~Thanks Darlyn. I'll deal with him later. And yes, he'll get the paperwork...~ She pocketed her commlink again, keeping her grumbling to herself. She had more work to do now. Not only did she have to get this station cleaned up, but she had to fix a lot of things when it came to others that lawfully lived and worked here. At least the main power hadn't been off long. Just what Mythos' plan was with that, she didn't know.

Kay looked down to [member="Boo Chiyo"] as they continued to walk. "Well, you heard the man. We'll have to set up a meeting room. I know just where to go too. I've been here a few times." And all of those times were for meetings. So she knew just the place. As she led Boo and her guards down the dark corridor, she approached a double-doored room. Kay punched in the access code on the panel. Nothing happened. With the power out, she couldn't get in. Narrowing her eyes, she fished out her commlink and signalled Darlyn. ~How am I supposed to set up a meeting room if I can't gain access to the room? Get Mythos to turn the power back on ASAP!~

 

[Nyseth]

Club Tallifax, Upper Tier, Kwenn Station

“Anything?” Rachael asked.

An outlet plug being pulled out was shown on Nyseth’s helmet.

“Unplugged?” Rachael said, to which Nyseth nodded in affirmative.

The ravers began to grow restless – even as they continued to drink beer at a discount. No word from the DJ or any authorities came. No one knew what was happening outside the club.

The cacophony of many different conversations happening at once filled the club. People talking about their day or how much that it sucks to have the power out or how they were so high they could taste purple in their nose.

Then a blast erupted through the air. The club’s front doors – expensively made of durasteel – flew off the hinges and slammed into a group of ravers due to [member="Mythos"] . Two died instantly. One was a nurse on nightshift that had scheduled the day off after seeing the concert’s lineup. Another was a facilities engineer concerned about the power outage. Ten more ravers were caught by the door – a few with serious enough injuries that they could die without medical attention.

While power remained off, the luminescent attire of the ravers and emergency lights kept enough of the club illuminated. Even people close to the stage saw armored men pouring through the door and assaulting people.

Ravers closest to the door began to run away. The reaction of those closest to the stage was delayed – but the screaming and general direction of the crowd toward the two emergency exits to the sides made them act. Many rushed for the emergency exits as well. A large amount of people also rushed toward the back – to the stage and dressing rooms, which could have had emergency exits of their own.

No one heard [member="Darlyn Excron"] except the bartender – who had his hands up and crouched in a corner of the bar as if to hide.

Nyseth and Rachael moved away from the assaulting force. They mixed with the crowd – keeping their eyes out for alternative exits.

 

[Zak Dymo]

"No answer. I suppose we just keep going."

The boy with the messy purple hair gave a slight shrug as he fell into step beside the woman. It was easy to see that the Commenori soldiers didn't know what to make of the youngling. It was a disquieting normal for him, really. Age combined with the fact that he had a Yuuzhan Vong weapon ensnared around his body, and an attitude that suggested he gave neither chits nor karks.

...the slight aura of unease that accompanied the Sithspawn taint that had seeped from his blood into his bones probably did nothing to help improve his image.

"Someone's gotta know who claims to blah blah blah blah blah...."

The child had tuned her out, his mind wandering as the boy's yellow eyes started to drift to the empty kiosks and store fronts that they passed by.

Was there a toy store on this station?

Kay stopped. The boy paused as well, though he looked away. Casting his eyes down a dark alley as though questioning whether or not he might return later to explore what kind of shops existed out here on the edge of Commenori space.

Was there a HoloGame Stop here maybe?

"Well, you heard the man."

Somewhat startled, the blue-skinned youngling pivoted sharply to look over at Kay as he realized she was saying something. And he thought maybe she was referring to him.

Had the adults been talking? "Oh, uh, yeah," the child uttered vapidly, hoping for a smooth recovery. And failing completely.

...and why would they think that he'd be listening?

Was it about his allowance? No.

Negotiations as to bedtime? Also unlikely.

So, if the conversation wasn't about money or him staying up to watch Adult Swim on HoloToon Network (or Winter Fete presents, which it was the wrong time of year for anyway) then why would he be paying attention to the adults in the room?

While Kay bitched at some dude on the comm, the Pantoran crouched down by a maintenance access port. Shifting the illusion of the glowing hellfire so that it seemed balanced atop the head of the amphistaff, the child used his now free hands to pull and ply at the wires. What kind of lock were they dealing with here? Mandalorian? ArmaTech? Sasori?

Emergency back-up battery was sustaining the magnetic seal on the lock. Disconnect the ground and loop the power back in on itself and...

POP

The acrid smell of burning plastic waifed into the air, as white smoke blossomed out from the panel. The seam in the door cracked.

Taking the flame back from the biot's head, the Pantoran stepped aside while the Commenori soldiers moved in to try open the door for their mistress.

[member="Lady Kay"]​