Skirmish Coruscant Hustle

[Reave]

OOC Thread​

"Step lively!" Flint bared his fangs in a snarl, "Next spice transport should be here any-"

Lasers flashed high above, and the devaronian watched a freighter spiral through the underworld portal in an out of control dive. When it crashed the wreck only added to level 1313's flames. Black Sun and the other Hutt Space syndicates had moved aggressively on several of Coruscant's most infamous sectors. Mercenaries were transported from offworld by wealthy spice barons to enforce their claims. So far local competition proved more resilient than expected.

"E chu ta!" he cursed, "That freighter's worth a fortune. No one steals from the Consortium and lives."

Flint and his crew all wore spacer leathers, carrying a savage mix of blasters and vibroweaponry. Their vigo brandished a massive laser axe. An old disruptor pistol dangled in its holster against one hip. Some of the Black Sun pirates were human, but others were weequay or trandoshan. Even a few kubaz mingled in. There were gangs like this one loyal to the Hutt Space syndicates scattered all over 1313. Most of them were under near constant attack.

"Tell the gotras we have a new problem," he growled into his comlink at one of Gorba's minions, "I'm going after that spice."

Hutt Space was ruled by a criminal aristocracy. Some oversaw this aggressive Core World expansion safely on Nar Shaddaa while others were planetside like Flint waging war against Coruscant's underworld in person. This was his chance to prove himself worthy of leading his territory into a new era of prosperity and power. Other mercenaries answered the pilot's distress call, joining up with Flint's crew or making their own way towards the crash site.

// portal to the underworld​

Gang members of the Consortium are equipped with speeders harass civilian transports trying to flee the violence. Violent and dangerously circling through the major underground highway, the portal, these sporadic attacks are an apt distraction to draw the attention of the Jedi and local law enforcement away from their downed shipment. Hopefully giving other gang members the chance to recover their cargo.

// scattered spice​

Before their shipment can make it to the dropoff point for a smooth transition, the HSC find their transport shot down on level 1313. They must ward off rivals and secure the cargo before any of their assets are damaged or permanently lost. The HSC is here to take over Coruscant’s underworld, and they will not be stopped by interlopers!

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[Koda Fett]

Portal to the Underworld,
Varm Nul

The return to Coruscant was violent. It always was. The Mandalorian never entered the capital system for pleasure, only business. His latest business venture had seen the assassination of a series of problematic senators, a deserved price now sat over his beskar shielded head. The ire of a few notable Alliance personnel earned, namely the Chancellor. It wasn't the first time Fett sat on the bad side of a leader, unlikely to be the last. He noted it undoubtedly increased with the mess caused now, especially with each death that followed and continued to add to the tally.

On the exterior hull of the spice-ferrying freighter, Fett delivered one final thwack on the boney jaw of a Weequay and sent the soon-to-be corpse hurtling down into the encroaching darkness of the Coruscanti underlevels with an accompanying scream - the dwindling sunlight that poured into the portal that dove towards the underworld faded with each moment, instead replaced by the artifical lights of this world and the sporadic flames that spewed from minorly damaged crafts. He strode between the ventilated corpses of thugs that tried and failed, their bodies left to rock and sway with the movements of the ship.

"Heads up," the scarred and T-visored helmet flicked upwards from the Duros to another descending ship with freshly opened bay doors and boarders at the ready.

There's always more.

 

[Ordan Vosk]

The Descent​

Carnage all across Level 1313, stretching as far as the eye could see as fire and destruction. It could be seen as high up the turbolifts coming down from 1311 and beyond on the drop offs from other levels.

The Six of them, Operators all rallied high above the destruction on Level 1312 meeting at one of the drop offs that opened and fell away at a height of what must have been hundreds of meters. Somewhere down there the down Spice Freighter was burning. Mercenaries and Criminals aligned with the Consortium weren't the only ones to answer their distress call or the local comms reporting crash, their enemies would be closing in.

High above the destruction, hundreds of meters above anyone who might have been watching the Operators had gathered. Each of them outfitted in Mark IV Kraken Armor.

"The Spice must flow."

...it crackled over their shared comms then one by one the Operators just stepped off the ledge and dropped towards the coordinates of the crash site that their HUD's were feeding them.

Suicide came to mind initially. No one could survive falling from such heights, not even Jedi. The moment they began their swift descent the 'Repulsors' of the Armor came to life though. Suddenly a free-fall was a more manageable quick downwards float. No one would see them coming.

Ordan recalled his orders as he made his descent through the air clutching a Viper-series Blaster Rifle in both hands. He was to make it planetside, undetected. Accomplished. The Enforcer preferred the second detail of his mission though.....

....eliminating Consortium Enemies with extreme prejudice.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

// portal to the underworld​

"Tee-tocky choo!"

The words warbled from a hulking figure atop a humming repulsor sled as it whooshed past Koda Fett and Varm Nul . It was Gorba - though none would know it - his features were hidden, encased entirely in duraplast Shell Hutt armor. A shoulder-mounted chain gun belched a slew of plasma bolts at fleeing civilian transports, spattering against shields or ripping through unprotected plasteel in a cacophony of carnage.

Two Nikto bodyguards stood on the repulsorsled with Gorba, one of them looked to be a Morgukai, the other piloted the sled as Gorba launched grenades from his handheld launcher, while the chain gun on his shoulder chattered death. Permacrete shattered. Windows blew out. Screams and explosions rattled the block. Shot-up speeders went careening off into the abyss of 1313, smashing far below, or spun out of control and into a megatower.

"BA- REESH!" roared the triumphant Gorba, fresh from his captivity at the hands of Juno.

Sometimes, the galaxy needed a reminder of why people feared the one-eyed Krayt of the Bareesh Kajidic.

 

[Ivory Stroud]

Location: Uscru District, Coruscant - The Star Lounge​

Family Tags: Arturo Jai'galaar Gred Jade Solus Skirae
HSC Tags: Koda Fett Reave Gorba the Hutt Ordan Vosk

A few hours ago...

It had been an ordinary day in the Uscru District. 'Business-as-usual', as the saying went. Patrons were enjoying an afternoon meal, or sipping wine on the terrace to the smooth sounds of DJ Jazzy Jolli & The Pipettes - the sound of laughter & conversation musically droning on as, on the surface, everything appeared normal.

But below the surface, a few levels beneath their feet within the hidden Sanctum concealed from public view, there was no mistaking the excited hum of activity: Something was happening, deep beneath Coruscant's surface; and whatever it was, it had awakened a nest of vipers. The Command Center of The Family's operations on Coruscant was a cacophony of light & motion; its small team of analysts & staff moving about the Comp Panels - driven to action to ascertain the meaning behind numerous reports of explosions and gunfire that had recently sprung up on one of Coruscant's deepest, darkest, most infamous levels. Overseeing the chaos, Ivory Stroud - Donna of The Family - stood, expressionless, arms crossed against her chest.

She'd been made aware within minutes of the very first emergency call - one of their Security Teams, operating a Spice Factory somewhere on Level 1313, had come into contact with a heavily-armed & well-organized gang of killers. Minutes later, the team had gone dark... but not before successfuly transmitting their location and requesting backup. Since then, their surveillance net had captured dozens of reports of violence throughout the Coruscant Undercity; reports of explosions, of civilian ships under attack, of violence in the streets & running gun battles. At first, The Donna had simply assumed it was (again), 'business-as-usual'; but, after 15 minutes, she'd made the conclusion it was anything but.

Shortly thereafter, The Donna had made a few calls. Firstly, to her Caporegime -namely, Stardust Solus Skirae - requesting her presence at the Lounge immediately. After that, Ivory had called in a small handful of The Family's soldiers for extra security, and settled into the Command Center to supervise the developing situation personally. The Emerald Dragon had arrived shortly thereafter, assembled her team, and departed bound for The Coruscant Undercity in-charge of a Recon Team.

Their objective: Ascertain the reason behind the sudden outburst of violence in the moldy, foul pits of Coruscant's Underworld, protect The Family's assets, and if necessary, defend themselves. The Family wasn't out to capture, kill, or hunt; only to keep their territory safe.

Now, a few hours later, The Donna stood beside a tall, handsome man in a stylish suit, wordlessly monitoring a life feed being shared on a secure line between herself, Stardust Solus Skirae , and Niki Priddy . A glass of wine, half-full, rested on a small metallic table nearby beside a plate of half-eaten Bantha ribs which had gone cold.

As she stretched out through The Force - unbeknownst to anyone in the room - she could feel a haze of anxiety & concern. Somewhere deep in the back of her mind, a tiny voice whispered "Caution...Danger..." but, as-yet, she'd not seen anything to give rise to such worries. Something was wrong. She could feel it.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Link to equipment
Niki Priddy Ivory Stroud Jade Solus Skirae Skorvek Dedata | Celty Ree
Arturo

Few hours ago

She had been overseeing business that had bene given to her, goons moving about reporting back to her on their patrols, it was boring work and reminded her of her days as a queen. Oh some days she longed for them but the trivial politics wasn't her thing and the title was now in better hands, through her bored gaze she watched a notification flash and grinned as she stood up and immediately responded to the emergency contact. After arriving and getting a small briefing she assembled her team and headed out

Present time...

With her team in tow they made way down, she had her brother Skorvek at her side and on the other would be Jade Solus Skirae her wonderful warrior wife. Along them would be Niki Priddy who had a impressive collection of droids that could easily assist them, then the essentially vip among them all Dedata | Celty Ree , one of the best damn slicers she's had the honor of knowing

alright, here's a update on the situation, seems a team at a spice factory has gone quiet, as ivory said we are to investigate and shore up our defenses, of we run into anything hostile cut it down!

She looked to skorvek and nodded to him

no need to hold back agsisnt our enemies here, but try not to take out the factory yes? Ivory would have my head if it was destroyed. Niki, those droids of yours have them in standby please, they shall give us the advance and numbers. Jade you'll stick with me and skorvek through all this, dedata...seeing as your higher in rank then me...I know your slicing will give us a advantage~ I look forward to seeing everyone's performance

As they went down further she could see the violence below and rubbed her chin, seems like the usual business but that wasn't their main concern the factory was priority one

 

[Varm Nul]

CORUSCANT
LEVEL 1313

PORTAL TO THE UNDERWORLD​

The job had seemed simple enough.

But, like most things, complications happened. Varm Nul usually hoped for the best, but expected the worst, which tended to work out for him. Though the Duros did hope that - at some point in his career - things would go as planned. Statistically it should have been the case, at least.

Still, nothing for it.

Partnered with Koda Fett once again, the Mandalorian did what he did best - kill. And as the armored bounty hunter rode one of the attacking vessels downward, said vehicle in pursuit of Hutt Space Consortium freighters, the Duros was likewise busy.

"I see it," Varm Nul muttered, as he looked across the expanse between vessels. "I got this one."

From near the Mandalorian, Varm Nul activated his rocket boots and launched across the gap, as he landed on the side of the next hostile transport directly beside the open boarding doors. A pair of magno-grip boots activated, which helped the blue-skinned alien remain in place, as he aimed with his twin LL-30 blaster pistols.

Varm Nul opened fire.

The attacking force, which had expected to strafe the Hutt vessel from the safety of their own armored transport, were suddenly peppered with red blaster-fire at close range, in rapid succession, as Varm Nul's bolts tore through the interior of the transport and its occupants...

"Watch your six, Fett," Varm Nul said into the comlink. "Another vessel comin' in hot above you."

Meanwhile, across the way, a hover-sled with a huge armored Hutt had started to tear through enemy forces. It seemed even Gorba wanted to get involved in the action, though whether the common rabble knew it was the famed crime boss was unknown, though given how fully the armor covered the slug's body it wasn't likely...

Koda Fett | Gorba the Hutt​

 

[Niki Priddy]

CORUSCANT
LEVEL 1313​

Objective: Scouting out Trouble
Weapon: 'Revy', "The Klaive" - PDW
Equipment: PCA/EA, Priddy Plates, x2 Hutt Cartel Kidnap Jabber Rings-One on either hand, Force Warning Necklace Pendant, Paralyzing Lipstick, ENVC-370 Bodyglove, Absorbelt, Tinfoil Hat Band, , Earsculpt Comlink, Heartbeat Heels, HH-Eclipse Necklace, HH Iris, Silver-pink Hair Dye
Augmentation: PGEM-SAP "Amber Eyes"
Ship: The Tourist
Droids: Aboard the Tourist are x6 Nuisance Engine Mark I Droids capable of producing Nuisance Droid Mark I and SD-3 Firebee Security Droid

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A request was made of her presence. One that couldn't be ignored without serious penalties. Being drawn away from paperwork for her own business was not something she enjoyed but when someone higher on the food chained called.

One did not ignore it.

Coruscant wasn't one of her favorite places to even think about. A showy version of a democracy that ran on credit greased hands and backroom bargains that benefitted a few while the majority settled for what remained.

Perhaps that was a remnant from her years with the Agents. But longstanding feelings aside she left the docking ramp of the Gozanti a different woman than when she had first broke atmosphere.

The red hair was gone, replaced by silvery white locks done up in a gaudy fashion. The business suit had been changed slightly to a tighter fit, cinches added in haste to create a more accentuated form as the heels clacked against the ground.

Perhaps her getup was sorely out of place, but it was far better than being recognized as who she truly was. Besides that, it was harder to find a woman that didn't exist than it was to search for one that did.

Taking her own transport had been a negotiation since she felt some kind of automated backup might have been needed.

At least something expendable anyway.

Linking up with the others had been a fun diversion itself. Her outward appearance having changed since she had met them in the Lounge. Or at least tele-commed with them anyway.

Finally on their way, she sighed, trying to remember for next time to properly warn everyone what her plan was.

She checked her weapon behind the jacket with a light pat, partly cinched inside the tightened back of her jacket that covered down to lower calf. Eyeing the damages so far, she frowned deeply.

It was never a dull moment where The Family was concerned.

The matter of her droids came about, sending a communique to her ship to prepare the Nuisance Engine's for quick drop and production at her call.

"So no one needs to get buried then." She remarked quietly, thankful they weren't here to execute anyone.

She patted a few of the pockets on her jacket, reminding herself to switch out the clip when they stopped walking.

The Tourist went into standby, engines warmed and prepared as the crew aboard engaged the Nuisance Engines for production and drop, attaching drop chutes on the bulk of the thing to aid in momentum reduction.

Not that it would matter given the bulk of the large droids. They just hoped they didn't literally break a leg on the way down.

Ivory Stroud (The Donna) | Stardust Solus Skirae | Skorvek | Jade Solus Skirae | Dedata | Celty Ree


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[Saraiya Darkstar]

[Saraiya's Soundscape: Trouble Always Follows Me]

Coruscant
The Underworld
Level 1313

Gear: Riding Suit, Lotus Blossom Blaster



"Just another night in the chit, baby..."​

Saraiya grinned and winked as she passed a small package off to a Toydarian who looked like he was too fat in the gut for those little wings of his to hold him up, but he somehow kept afloat. She didn't even want to know how. Wasn't really any business of hers anyhow. Her business was what was in that package and what came her way in return. Holding out a small datapad, she watched as the Toydarian pressed his thumb up against the screen, and a little chime sound went off. "Always a pleasure, O'meak. Just hit me on the holo if you run out sooner than expected." Pink-stained lips curled into a smile under that helmet she wore, and she tapped a button, the visor coming down to hide her features once more. As the head-up display flickered back to life, she hit the igniter on her custom swoop bike, The Midnight Storm. Soon enough, the repulsors lifted the bike up a scant few inches off the ground, and the rear jets roared to life before settling into a low, blue tinted flame.

She nodded to O'meak, and cranked back on the throttle as she let off the inhibitor-clutch, and the swoop rocketed off into the night like a Mynock-Outta-Mustafar. Yeah, it was another night for Saraiya, making her little drop-offs and pick-ups, banking creds, and turning heads. But down here in the 1313? You had to be extra-gonk to come down here, unless you damn well knew what you were doing. She grew up in the Coruscanti Underworld, and knew who the 'who's who' really were, to a degree. The Hutt Cartels, they had plenty of rep down here, lots of people. From spice-tossers to pilots, thugs and enforcers, to mean & karked-off Mandos looking for their next target. Black Sun, Crimson Dawn, low-level street gangs, even the Coruscanti Mafia were down here. Every one had their hand in the cookie jar, and they were all out for their slice of the damn pie. Problem was, they all wanted the exact same thing; the whole damn pie, and not one single crumb less.

It wasn't too much longer as she cruised through the 1313, that she began to notice what looked like drop-ships. Fires were beginning to rage, and she knew the sound of blasters and slugthrowers all too well. This was not the usual block war that erupted every couple weeks. No, this was way more. She grimaced, and kicked the swoop-bike to the right, thinking maybe she'd be able to avoid this chit-show entirely.

How karking wrong she was...​

Just as soon as she began to slow down, it seemed as if the entire world went into slow motion, as an airspeeder went flying past her head by only 5 or 6 meters... sideways. It slammed into a building near her, and exploded into a fireball which could be seen for at least a kilometer, she wagered. She deployed shields quickly, and cracked on the brake, twisting the swoop to the side. She then cracked back on the throttle hard, as things began to explode all around her. She wasn't aware of it, but she just got a taste of the carnage Gorba the Hutt had begun to wreak all over the damn place. And as her swoop kept on racing forwards, zig-zagging in and out of alleyways and side-streets, all she could do was focus. She wasn't even aware that she was speaking out loud as she did...

"Chit, chit, chit, chit, chit... Holy kark, that was too close! What in the kark is going on?!"

[ Tags: OPEN ]​

 

[Skorvek]

Family: Arturo Jai'galaar Gred Jade Solus Skirae Ivory Stroud Stardust Solus Skirae
Bystander: Saraiya Darkstar
HSC Tags: Koda Fett Reave Gorba the Hutt Ordan Vosk Varm Nul
Equipment: Skorveks Beskar'gam , War Hammer

The Family was a interesting place in its own way perhaps it might be worth his time only to satiate his boredom to participate that and he needed a power base for some projects of his own, for now he roamed the streets looking for any from this Cartel that would want to challenge him as he held his hammer in his hand keeping his senses and systems on full alert and made sure to identify allies from enemies though he is not familiar with all of the family yet and nor they to him but he didn't care he was here to break the enemy and nothing was going to keep him from doing such a thing.

He had a arsenal of tech from his armor and his own abilities to toy with he noted the dead corpses from someone having too much fun, he knew what to do exactly...why go out himself when you have disposable scouts to do it for you, He raised his hand forward and purple mist shot forth and entered these corpses, for a moment there was silence until the corpses started to twitch and turn and stand up now puppets as he sent them outward to hunt and destroy the attacking force, He made sure to connect himself to them so he can see and hear what they hear and see as he continued his march.


He also took note of a approaching speeder ran by the mercenaries and waited till it got closer before leaping up and in one power swing slamming his hammer into the engines ripping them apart sending the speeder into a flaming ball into the streets.

 

[Arturo]

Location: Uscru District, Coruscant - The Star Lounge
Family Tags: Ivory Stroud Stardust Solus Skirae Niki Priddy
HSC Tags: Gorba the Hutt Koda Fett Reave Ordan Vosk

A few hours ago... He had been lounging with his favorite person in the Galaxy. Though she hated when he said so, it just wouldn't do well for the dark mystique image she had crafted for herself. He remembered how she had been when they were children. None of that dark eyeliner and the fancy hats. Though when they were children they could hardly afford even looking at such things. But he got to spend time with her in The Lounge, listening to fine music and sipping on some tasteful beverages. Of course, as ever, his trusty bodyguard droid Envy was nearby. He had invited her to sit with them but she insisted that standing in view of the parlor and the doors were her best position. Arguing her was like trying to convince a brick wall with spikes to move but to not stab you while doing so. Damn hard and something that's going to hurt you a lot more than it's going to hurt the wall. She would never hurt him, but the headaches he would get and the lost time hurt equally as much.

He was in the middle of telling Ivory Stroud the story of when he first met Envy, and had just gotten to the part where she smashed the Rodian's head into a pancake when alarms interrupted him. She was all business first, then pleasure. She got up and went to the Command Center and Arturo made sure to bring the wine glass she had forgotten. He waited patiently as she talked and made calls, gently aerating her glass before handing it back when she seemed to have the time. Envy, of course, followed. Her eyes sometimes scanned the room, but was mostly focused on the monitors, like Ivory was.

"As I was saying," He began. "Envy had grabbed the Rodian's head and as he screamed, popped his skull against the large table. It cracked in the center and split. I was crawling for my life and-" A screen showed an image that caught his eye. A speeder with something hulking and armored flew by, a chain gun firing on anything it could while something shot grenades at people( Gorba the Hutt ). He stopped telling his story and took a deep breath, eyes going wide.

"What in the void's blazes is that slimy filth doing?!" He had no idea the being he was referring to was in fact slimy and filthy. "It's level 1313 for crying out loud, the real estate prices aren't going any lower! Killing people like that helps nothing!" He imagined what it would be like if he was his urchin self again, but living on 1313. He gripped the railings and looked to Ivory. "Please tell me we have someone who can kill that man- no that thing. It's lost its right to identity, murdering people like that. Skor or Stardust or someone." He restrained his outraged voice when directly addressing Ivory. At least in front of witnesses, he would always address her politely. She was in charge. Sometimes he had to challenge her thinking or her plans, but never did he do that infront of others. If he had been a fighting man he would have gone himself. But he didn't fight, he talked. He gave council. He did the dirty paperwork and bribing that no one saw but Envy. "Envy, could you go smear that thing's blood on some walls?"

"I believe I could, but I will not leave your side in a time of violent conflict unless both you and someone else of your station or higher, like The Donna, give me the command to do so." Envy stated, and looked to Ivory. Arturo looked to her as well. "Though there is a 52% probability that with such a large scale move within Family Territory, there will be hostiles on the way to The Star Lounge to capture or kill Family officials, including The Donna and yourself. I recommend that I remain here in case of that outcome."

 

[Jade Solus Skirae]

Family: Arturo Jai'galaar Gred Jade Solus Skirae Ivory Stroud Stardust Solus Skirae Skorvek
Neutral: Saraiya Darkstar
HSC Tags: Koda Fett Reave Gorba the Hutt Ordan Vosk Varm Nul
Equipment: In bio

She tagged along at the behest of Star to investigate why a sector in Coruscant that they control has turned into a war zone, She darted from place to place roof to roof as the speeders continued there harassment, She waited until one of them got close too her before she used her Technomancy to shut off power entirely letting the speeder crash entirely before she darted down the streets to continue dealing with mercenaries and the like, any mercenary that was not apart of the family and got in her way she sliced apart with ease before continuing her dart towards the downed ship that appeared to have been what started this.

 

[Mairéad Solus]

Location: Some grotty hovel on 1313
Objective: Etiquette lessons
Family Tags: Ivory Stroud Jai'galaar Gred Stardust Solus Skirae Skorvek Arturo Jade Solus Skirae
Other Tags: Koda Fett Reave Gorba the Hutt Ordan Vosk Varm Nul Saraiya Darkstar
Direct interaction: OPEN

Spoiler: Equipment:

Velmorite bladed lightsabers
Knife on ankle
Ladies Watch
FDS-4F blaster pistol
Empyrean gland
Serenity Bracelet
Marzanna
Datapad

Mairéad stood in the small apartment room on floor 1313, having travelled down here on a professional errand. The young gangster had a meeting to discuss etiquette with the gentleman who was now handcuffed to the chair in his own dining room, his eyebrow bleeding and his jaw swollen.

"So, let's go over today's lesson. The staff at my club are not prostitutes, nor do they offer freebies on your nameday." she bared her teeth at him, that bit was something she could forgive, idiots were always idiots. "NOR do my staff like having the same request made at the end of their shift, by their private speeder, you've heard the word no, right? We did cover that, good." The air was chilly with her anger that was encouraging her powers to bubble at the surface.

"But what they particularly hate is having their uniform torn. I mean, their boss likes them to arrive clean and tidy for work, how was she going to explain that?"

"You're never going to get back to that club you piece of chit, I have my connections too, the Red Right Hand will be torching the place by now." The guy snarled, spitting a tooth on the floor.

Mairéad laughed at him as she paced. "Your boss? Big guy, devronian, likes a tan Epican suit? Yeah, I spoke to him about how one of his goons came into my bar and roughed up one of my barmaids. We had a little chat, you know what he said?

Never heard of him?"

She grinned at the man as his eyes widened at the realisation that his connections had been cut, his own boss had left him at the mercy of this witch for his behaviour, he was on his own.

"So, the next woman you touch is going to want to touch you? Would you like me to touch you? Do you think I'm pretty?" she moved in close to him in the way a lover might affectionately approach their partner and stroked his face with the backs of her nails. Only Mairéad's nails were shards of frost, dozens of degrees below freezing and he screamed with the pain as the touch seared his skin leaving frostbitten tracks on his cheek. "You see, in my family we look after our own, there are consequences to what you did."

It was at that moment that Mai's earpiece chimed with an urgent call from the gang that something was up. <<OK, I'm already on 1313 dealing with some trash, I will finish up here and get out there.>>

She looked at the man, disappointed, but also glad she wasn't going to draw this out, she didnt like enjoy being that woman, but sometimes her darkness was hard to resist. She picked up her stuff and made ready to leave. "So you're done with me? I can go? I won't come near your club again."

"No, you wont" and she lifted her pistol, putting a single mag round through the man's forehead.

Mairéad adjusted herself and stepped out the door, nodding at the goon she had brought along for cleanup to proceed. She also shot a smile to the Red Right Hand enforcer that had decided to come make sure this underling would cause them no more embarrassment. Mairéad looked around, she could see signs of a ship crash not far away, she supposed she should head there.

 

[Dash Farstar]

// scattered spice

"We're really... really screwed."

Who in the galaxy has the arsenal to shoot down a freighter on Coruscant?

Or rather... who in the galaxy has the gall to shoot down a Hutt's cargo?

"Told you we should've stuck with that Imp job instead."

A sharp hiss came in response.

"I know Gorba's money was too good to pass up! Gets Krazek off our asses for a while -- last thing I need is that lunatic on my tail." ah, yes, Krazek -- the debt collector out of Dubrillion. An Exchange goon that took scalps for any unpaid interest owed to that crime prince up there in 'rillion. "We're sitting out here like crippled tree-burrowers for a pack of incoming katarns to eat. Need to get this damn engine running again, gimme that spanner. No, the other one. Tsk, not this one -- the eight."

A vexed growl -- Kossak wasn't a big fan of any references to Kashyyyk -- followed by a suggestive grunt.

"Ow!" the smuggler snapped up bumping his head in the durasteel grating hanging above. "Leave the ship?! MY ship?? Are you out of your mind, Kossie?!" Stark protested. The idea wasn't extremely terrible; they had two speeders in the bay they could pack the goods on and dust towards their destination. Get Gorba's cash, pay Krazek and... leave the ship to the Coruscanti vultures.

Yeah, not happening.

"Look, we sent out the distress call, Gorba's thugs are gonna swarm this place and get us outta here, alright?" Stark explained, opting for some of that Corellian blinding optimism to keep the spirits high. More so his own rather than Kossie's. The behemoth of a Trandoshan looming over him was literally a cold-blooded killer. Once a slaver before getting caught by the Imp Navy and turned into a war criminal serving in the ranks of some Imperial Penal Legion.

What a life.

"Go back to the cockpit and keep an eye on what's going on around us." the scoundrel said, "I'll take care of this."

An affirmative grunt.

"Closed the ramp, right?"

Another yes of a grumble, before Kossak departed back to the freighter's cockpit.​

Friendos: Reave i hope
Enemies: Not Flint; Open

 

[Iris Arani]

// portal to the underworld​

1313 had it's fair share of problems, problems Iris was already looking into with Jand Talo . A thief ring of all things, a situation she'd come to check up on where she could. But, well. Violence. The colors were stained around her. Open gang warfare. A shuttle was shot down, and everything seemed to light up. She rushed through the streets, trying to avoid the actual combat in favor of helping get the civilians that had been caught in the crossfire.

The blue of her saber flashed out as she landed atop a speeder, arcing through a slew of plasma bolts in a quick flourish. The ever hungry blade absorbed them on impact, sparing her some trouble in the sheer force behind the shots at the cost of deflection. Not that it mattered. She protected the driver, but as she watched the armored Hutt soar past towards others, continuing to unleash his deadly barrage, well. It felt almost pointless.

Almost. She turned to the driver, shouting over the chaos.

"Get out of here!"

The woman didn't hesitate to just nod and practically threw her speeder around to get away from this. Iris leapt off, onto the speeder bike of another trying to shoot down the civilians trying to escape. A leap that had her foot crash into the man's head and send him over and off. What happened to him she didn't have time to think about. Instead, she took the controls in one hand, lightsaber in the other.

"Contact all Alliance forces in the vicinity! I want full status reports given!" Domxite, the droid on her shoulder, beeped out a confirmation before sending out a signal to all here. They needed co-ordination if they were going to contain this chaos. In the meantime? She pushed down the throttle and sped after the Hutt causing the most damage. They needed to be dealt with first.

Gorba the Hutt | @Others

 

[Diocletian Kahmen’’a]

Location: Level 1315, en route to 1313
Objective: Survive the Agents
Equipment: Scimitar Railgun Carbine Rifle Thermal Detonators
Family Tags: Ivory Stroud | Jai'galaar Gred | Stardust Solus Skirae | Skorvek | Arturo | Jade Solus Skirae | Mairéad Solus
Opposing Tags: Koda Fett | Reave Gorba the Hutt | Ordan Vosk | Varm Nul | Saraiya Darkstar
Direct interaction: OPEN

The surface was clean and the air looked clean but where he was, the air had a haze of rot and decay, and dead animals squelched underfoot. Diocletian hated the planet's MLM Agent infestation wanting him to join their scams even more than the filthy streets. 20 of which sold the same chit under different names, all the bells and whistles can't hide the crap underneath. Why would he be interested in tights? Or some stupid dress?

<"Leave me alone, I don't want them, no, I do not want to earn Creds by selling cheap chit - AAACKKK!">

The real icing on the cake was the perfume MLM Agents, they just stood there waiting like predators, they were all up in your face and spraying 50 different samples and some were aimed at your face. Humans who got ambushed had very sore puffy eyes from a well-aimed spray. Diocletian had very low empathy but right now he felt slight pity for them, no one wants a face full of perfume.

Diocletian escaped by threatening to ram his Scimitar sword up their nostrils. He had no doubts he stank of some cheap Cologne right now, some knock-off of Au de Pompous. He'll have to go another way to avoid them, how do people tolerate them? Why were they allowed to proliferate?

The place was as dismal as always, the dark slimy walls seemed to glow a strange puce colour. The worst colour to have any luminescence in his opinion. Rumours had swirled that something had gone on at this level. Some very destructive things.

A cloning experiment went wrong and the aftermath ran rampant with little intervention. The residents moved back in when the Clones ran off, contacts said they were Children, Ubese Children, turned Feral and caused serious problems. The place was a mess and the air was still and quiet.

Too quiet and there was something very wrong with the whole thing and he is going to find out what it is. Soon enough he had his answer through the telepathic comms. Their assets need to be secured and he was indeed 2 levels down from 1313, and there is a lift nearby, so if he keeps going up he can cut time. Or he can steal a Speedbike, no one would mind.

After carefully removing the lock, he started the engine and sped across the level, hitting 6 agents as he sped by before heading up towards level 1313.

 

[RAV]

Recon was her middle name, at this point. Her past scout work on Epica seemed to have placed her on emergency dial, being called upon to the recon team, led by Stardust. That tall green Twi’lek who had buttered her up of “rising to gloriousness” within the Family or something eye-rollingly poetic like that, when they first met on Epica. Nothing had really changed much in her dynamic with the Family since then, in Raven’s opinion, carrying on the same menial tasks as she had before. Sticking close to the Family on Coruscant for now, she went about her day job as a mechanic, hopping through various garages and repair shops. Her networking had garnered some familiarity with the streets, now to be proven crucial in following her nose through the lower levels of Coruscant. Her grungy clothing did well to blend her in among the rags and tatters of the dismal undercity, enabling a quick getaway amidst the civilians, if need be. Aside from a pair of pistols and vibroknives concealed on her, she would be relying on the long range of her rifle to bear most of the dirty work for her today, taking a less proactive approach.

No special instructions from Stardust had been directed at her yet. The “investigating” part seemed to be well under control by other Family members, plunging themselves into the thick of the fray. Raven would assume the primary objective of defending the Family’s territory, claiming a patch of towers a few hundred meters away from the Family’s spice factory. Snuggled in her nook, she would aim the scope of her sniper rifle and fire at anyone deemed unfriendly who got too close to the factory, covering her allies from above.

Spoiler: IC Info

Allies: The Family
Enemies: GET OFF OF MY LAWN
Interaction: Open
Objective: Defend the Family territory
Location: In a tower a few hundred meters away from the Family’s spice factory

Outfit
dark gray gloves · hair tucked inside hood

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[Dedata | Celty Ree]

Spoiler: Equipment

Weapons	Armor	Gadgets	Ship/Vehicles
Sparti Short Spear	Dedata's MK2 Helmet	Modified Datapad running Deda-net	The Shadow Broker
Ianus Kopis	Dedata's outfit	Data spikes	Dullahan
	Leg harness and bags	Short range EMP poppers
	BURN CORPO SHIT Tanktop	Flow Vape
Npc -	Tera - Goon	Kilo - Goon	Snar'Eape'Ranthe
Weapons	X-15a Duel heavy Rifle - M45-Heavy Blaster	X-12 Sentry Blaster Mortar - M45-Heavy Blaster	Details in sub

Allies - Ivory Stroud , Stardust Solus Skirae , Diocletian Kahmen’’a Skorvek , Arturo , Jade Solus Skirae , Mairéad Solus , Niki Priddy

Who's Ready For Tomorrow - RAT BOY · IBDY

The info broker partially laid on the futon with an arm propping up her head. Like most days she was working diligently in the comfort of her hidden room. An alert blinked up in the corner of the main screen. Navigating to open it the woman's eyes scanned the information. It was a report going into the police noting a downed freighter and a shoot out had begun down on level thirteen thirteen. As expected her com went off and she was the be assigned.

Celty pushed herself up throwing on the body glove, tank and her jacket finally her helmet was the last piece. Moving over to the ladders and climbing them the woman came out of what seemed like a vent that was on the roof of De-Cyber-Data. Stashed under a sheet Dedata unveiled the custom speeder. Throwing a leg over the body and hands reaching for the bar, her thumb reached across flicking a switch. The speeder roared to life but before kicking off Dedata threw a ping to three people. Two of them was new to her, a brother and sister, twins in fact. They had been in the shop a fair amount getting new chrome at an alarming rate.

Given she had worked on them personally she knew what they could do; How they would do was yet to be seen, after all there was a lucrative new position the two could have proving they did well. As for the other person that was pinged well, Reaper was a bit of an enigma though reliable especially as a marksmen.

Kicking off Dedata revved the speeder rushing forward to head for the meeting point.

It did not take too long for Dedata to meat up with Stardust Solus Skirae and her team, the Twi'lek was reliable in combat and as a leader. Not to surprising given the woman was a mandalorian and had a colorful past in wars been and gone. One thing the woman surely lacked however was the ability to come up with a plan that did not sound like a we are going to wing this. Though her record does say it works.

There was indeed a few others here that she had dossiers and secrets on others here too. Dedata was not the kind of woman to leave a stone upturned, or any room for surprise where she could. The woman looked down to her datapad as she typed.

"I did not know I was a higher rank than you, guess that is something I was not notified of. Pretty sure our ranks are the same. Besides I am getting off track. I will be here to offer as much assistance as needed. Tell me what you need and it'll be done. Also.

" Dedata dug into the thigh pouch where many cylindrical looking devices was stored. Taking out five she handed each person one. "These are emp poppers, good for about three meters. Droids and gear not protected will be pretty much unusable if hit in its radius.

"

The info broker turned to the two goons that wielded the large weapons. "You two are not to leave my side, all in all you are here to protect me first and foremost. In other words, you are my shield.

"

"Aye we got ya Capo, no need 't' worry, me 'n' my brother has your back." Tera spoke with a grin across her face.
"Don't you worry lil miss, with us around no one will get a chance to land a shot." The two of them looked frightening as people, their bodies was so muscular it looked as if they where no longer human, most of their appearance came from cyber enhancement. Kilo turned to face the others, people in the family they had not met or only heard about. "Excuse us, forgot to introduce. I'm Kilo, this gonk next to me is ma sis, Tera."

Dedata looked back to Star once more and typed again. "There is one more, Reaper is doing her thing, over watch and cover. She will keep her distance.

"

 

[Aaran Tafo]

The hell?

Seriously, what the hell was going on here? Had Coruscant gotten so bad that Criminals could run around with impunity and simply start attacking people in broad daylight?

He knew the lower levels could get pretty bad. Gangland conflict was depressingly common, crime was fairly heavy. But something like this would not typically be tolerated. The open murder of civillians for seemingly no reason wasnt something the local gangers did. Mostly because while the local constabulary were usually fairly slow to respond on the lower levels, they did eventually show up. And a bloodbath was rarely ignored, not something so blatant.

Gangs killing gangs was written off, but too many innocents getting caught in the crossfire was too much to be ignored. Even the most corrupt of police would have trouble sweeping something like this under the rug. Not with so many witnesses, video evidence and countless other threads that could be brought up.

And now there was some giant slug literally gunning people down in broad daylight.

"And Dagon says Denon has all the crazies.” He murmured, sparing a glance at Jasper Kai'el beside him. “Focus on getting innocents out of here, then back me up. PDF are on the way, we need to hold on until then." He said, giving at least some basic instructions to the much younger Jedi. And to think, this was supposed to be a relatively relaxing day of some training in a heavy urban environment. Some parkour, some criminal investigation, maybe helping the local PDF corral some gangs.

Even the ship falling from the sky seemed to be more of an opportunity to aid others, only for the pair to arrive and see this pandemonium already starting to unfold. "May the Force be with you." He said, giving Jasper's shoulder a quick squeeze before jumping off the ledge they were on that was overseeing this whole mess.

Time to do stupid things and draw as much attention as humanly possible to himself. So long as criminals were shooting at him, they were not shooting at fleeing civilians. He sent out a call to the local constabulary, but chances are they'd be a few minutes showing up. A lot can happen in a few minutes. A lot of people could die.

Landing with unnatural grace, knees barely bending as the Force cushioned his impact. He stared down at the encroaching Gorba the Hutt . Because Aaran, in all his tactical genius, decided that the best way to catch the slug's attention was to land a few dozen metres in front of them.

"You're under arrest." He said, voice tone soft, but voice carrying through the chaos, cutting clearly through the din. His hand waving as one of the launched grenades halted its flight in midair. Before suddenly reversing and launching itself at the repulsorsled's rear, intent on disabling it.

A bit more violent than he would have liked. But in a situation like this where civilian lives were in danger, one had to be decisive. One had to act quickly, and disabling the sled meant ceasing the worst of the Hutt's advance.

"Local PDF will be here soon. I'd suggest surrender or fleeing. Making a fight out of this will not end well for any of you."

Koda Fett Reave Varm Nul

Iris Arani

 

[Jai'galaar Gred]

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Jai slowly walked down the streets of 1312, his target in sight. Old hitman who'd been giving a bit of a friend he made some trouble. Sure credits were involved, but this was more personal. The man would turn down an alley before the hunter followed, pulling a hidden Mite before finally getting close, and firing off a slug round. Target fell as planned, and the man would walk up as he hide the pistol again, his face hidden by a scarf.

"I'd suggest you don't mess with Nira Tol again, and if I heard she's gotten any more trouble from you.... Well your gut won't be what I'm aiming for. Medics are coming, but best not talk. Got ways to get to folks. And I might think you could still be useful." Jay notably cranked up the Concord Dawn accent to eleven for that. He already fake his voice in general, but play into it to throw someone off? Not much. He slipped a bit of a card into his front pocket. "Now remember, don't mess with my friend again." There was definitely a reason he was more... rough with this one. One was Nira was the one that helped make sure no one batted an eye when Cload Breaker was landing, but she'd helped him out of a few scraps before the Family too. So if some "genius" fighter-for-hire pilot was messing with them.... Called himself dar'manda, but still acted like a Mando a lot of the time. As he walked off, the call came in.

"Yeah.... I'm a level up and I only have a Mite, but I can be there quick. Some heavy pistols would be great too.... Be there soon, just finished some business."


He walked in with his full bounty hunting gear set, sans two Rim pistols, replaced for hopefully not long by the easier to hide Mite, and a cigarra in his mouth. He would stay quiet in the corner for now, with a goon quickly tossing him what looked like an older DL-44. Ah a Solo pistol. Classic for a reason. He wrapped the belt around his waist as he listened further, ready to get moving. Something like this, he was a blaster. A good one, but it was hard to say he wasn't better to just guard and shoot in this case. And maybe some recon. He'd notice Raven and give a nod. Good to see the kkid stuck around.

Diocletian Kahmen’’a R RAV Stardust Solus Skirae Jade Solus Skirae Ivory Stroud Niki Priddy Dedata | Celty Ree Mairéad Solus Skorvek Arturo