Coruscant Underworld (Open)

[Blaise Laurent]

Blaise, like many other Padawans, spent almost all his time in Academies and Temples. Though he felt that he followed the Jedi ways and was dedicated to believing their morals, he still craved adventures, meeting new people and simply being young. There were no rules that provided Padawans to stay within the temple on Coruscant, or at least not as far as Blaise was aware. That would be his excuse if it was needed. Besides, he was old enough to take care of himself at nineteen, and although he wasn't sheltered like some other Padawans were, he wasn't given the same privileges and responsibilities as someone who was Knighted, despite his age and experience.

After an overly long session of meditation, the Jedi left the temple, not to clear his mind but to do rather the opposite. He was a very rebellious Padawan and often got into trouble. Although his morals were good and he believed that all life should be respected and that he should protect the innocent, it didn't stop him from getting into criminal acts sometimes amongst neutral force users and even non force users. But it wasn't as though he was a criminal himself, he just happened to get caught up in things that threatened his place as a Jedi, and threatened getting him expelled from the order. Blaise made his way down to the lower levels of Coruscant, without telling anyone at the temple where he was going. He hoped they wouldn't come looking for him. He didn't plan on getting involved in anything, it just seemed to find him out here on this planet. The Padawan wandered down the street, clubs and bars buzzing to life everywhere.. It all felt so right but yet so wrong.

 

[Cryax Bane]

I called the devil and the devil came...

Cryax Bane, Chiss slicer and founding member of the Coruscant Rotary Club, knew when he saw someone in the Coruscant Undercity that simply didn't belong. Case in point, the young man wandering aimlessly through the underground sector. The young man, barely out of his teens, was too clean, too wind-chafed and much, much too wide-eyed. He didn't have the sunken cheeks and hollow eyes of the packs of the chaotic that usually ruled its streets. The Underworld chewed up the souls of the naive and the gentle, and spit them out in a mixture of broken bones and tears, with only blood and regret left as a souvenir. Speaking of souvenirs, perhaps the Coruscant Tourist and Visitors center could use a new "customer." Bane tapped a few keys on his Datalogger, sending a message through the digital ether, then flicked it off and covered it with the sleeve of his suit jacket.

The sewer grates spewed geysers of steam around the Chiss as he strolled towards the man. An elbow would bump into [member="Blaise Laurent"] "accidentally." An apologetic look crossed his face and he spread his hands at the boy.

"I'm sorry. I didn't see you there," he explained regretfully. Then he pointed a blue-skinned finger at a nearby Holo-advertisment on the side of a building across the street. In luminous blue flashes, a supple, smiling Twi'lek beckoned the viewer to come visit the Coruscant Tourist and Visitor's Center.

"You look a bit lost," said the Chiss, racheting up his charming grin a few notches. "The Tourist center is great if you want to see the sights. It's not that far from here."

"I'd happy to show you."

 

[Blaise Laurent]

Blaise turned to face the blue skinned man and opened his mouth to apologise, having not known if it was his fault or not, but the other man spoke first so he said nothing. His gaze followed the man's finger to an advertisement on the side of a building. It didn't matter if the Padawan was too trusting or not, he could easily fend for himself against just about anyone if he were to come into trouble, and he wasn't afraid to fight though most the time the teen was ridden with attitude.

"I don't come here often." he said, which was true. He had been to Coruscant many times but since the planet was one giant city, he found it hard to tell one place apart from another. Although the Padawan didn't want to be too careful, he didn't want to be too naive either and so used to Force to sense any dangers. The man didn't appear to have Force abilities from what the Padawan could tell. It made it all the more easier for himself. "If you wouldn't mind that." he said, trying his best to be polite for once.

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Yidhra]

"Hic!"

Well. If he were stumbling like this on the higher levels of the planetary metropolis, Nergal would've surely earned himself a fair share of nasty looks — and deserved, too! — but he wasn't. His drunken swagger was a performance often witnessed by the eyes of those unfortunate enough to live in the underbelly of Coruscant, and they could not care less if he were covered in his own vomit to boot.

Not that he was, mind you; the enforcer respected himself too much for something like that, so instead he was trundling about sparkling like a Christmas tree set on fire. It was the glitter, of course; Nergal had gotten drunk again immediately after a show at the Golden Hour opera, and paid the price for such foolish behavior.

He scrunched up his nose at the smell of piss from a nearby alley, changing his course with an abundance of arm-flailing interspersed by the occasional colorful expletive. Even while plastered, the former surgeon wasn't a man of many words, a fact that [member="Cryax Bane"] would surely be grateful for very soon.

"Blue!"

It probably sounded more like 'bleugh' when he actually said it, but Nergal was far too wasted to care what came out of his mouth, be it sentences or spittle. He came in range like a freight train, leather and pink overcoat included, and flung his muscled arms around the thin frame of the slicer without a second thought.

"My boy," Nergal "murmured" into the Chiss' ear as he leaned his head on the bony shoulder, nuzzling against the cerulean cheek. "Who's this… fine young lad you've caught?" The enforcer continued with his mildly slurred speech as his silver eyes shifted over to [member="Blaise Laurent"], glossy lips stretching into a smile that probably didn't look very inviting.

 

[Cryax Bane]

The beautiful thing about the naive was, well, everything. With absolutely no coercion or need for a dog and pony show, the young man agreed to accompany the red-eyed, blue-skinned stranger to a tourism center that was completely and exactly what it sounded like. A totally legitimate business that place was. The upstairs portion of it anyway. Too-white teeth gleamed between the lips of the Chiss as he gave his new mark another self-satisfied smile.

"Follow m--."

Cryax stopped short when he felt a fuzzy arm wrapping around him like a dirty stole, and caught a rich whiff of pungent whiskey. A gravelly baritone sang out a greeting, a sound that shot like an arrow right through Bane's hips. He tilted his head in the direction of the voice and, tangling his fingers through the man's thick, jet black hair, whispered to his cohort in a low, pleased-sounding growl.

"Our friend here wants a tour of the city," he said, a knowing glance flashing in his blood red eyes. His hand came away with a coating of silvery glitter.

Cryax turned back towards the young man again and jerked his head towards the opposite street.

"Come with us."

The three men took a turbo-lift to the street level, and walked several blocks through the Upper levels of Coruscant. Soon they came to a squat building which was marked Coruscant Tourist and Visitor's Center. The same blue Holo of a Twi'lek tour guide sat atop its domed roof.

"After you," said the Chiss, as he ushered the young man inside.

[member="Nergal"] [member="Blaise Laurent"]

 

[Roger Kranos]

Untz, untz, untz. The bearded man, face mane tied into two discrete pony tails, bounced his dome, hidden beneath an auburn bell hop cap. The floor was his oyster as he watched several men approach the clear doors of the tourist center. His outfit was one of custom fit, purple shirt hidden beneath a dark red vest and red pants. Belt was gold, shoes were gold, seams were gold, and the tassel from the top of the cap - you betcha, gold! The polished marble floor, a decadence, maintained a sense of trepidation beneath the hopscotch and clatter of the mans hard soled shoes, as he tapped against it with fervor and style. Arms tucked behind his back, he began a slow jig, as Seth watched quietly with a painted and silent expression of disgust. Like the slow flight of the bumble bees, he squashed insects beneath his feet with increased intensity to the sound of elevator music in the background. But that wasn't his jam, no, he got down to a techno beat with some singular drops as he proceeded to slow mo robot, moving in place with arms out, hanging loose. That final drop, just...one...more. Bam! He slid across the floor with deft ease, arms held out for balance, and slapped the lock off for the motion sensor off. The doors slid open to reveal three men, two of whom he knew. A blue figure and a man apparently made out of glitter. And given the sensing of the Epicanthix...a Jedi.

Brushing a bang back into the cap, he waved inward and smiled. "Come in come in, welcome to the Coruscant Tourism and Visitor Center!" He looked over to the desk and made an angry face at Seth, stomping his foot, who proceeded to run over with pamphlets in hand. "We have a very diverse tourism community. We currently have a sale on entry fees to the Cream and the Crop Casino, 12 credits off a meal from the lower levels...quite delish, if I do say so myself." His fingers swagged back and forth in front of him, that internal jam as jammy as jam jams can be. Approaching the counter top, he spun and presented a bowl. "Chocolate?" Maybe they were laced with drugs, maybe they weren't. Maybe flowers were sprouting from the ceiling in bouquets of purples and blues. Kranos arched his neck back as he lifted his shoulders to his ears, inspecting the ceiling with an inquisitive expression as he looked back to Blaise, the man he didn't know. "Do you know what interests you in this beautiful inner core world?"

[member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Nergal"] | [member="Blaise Laurent"]

 

[Blaise Laurent]

Blaise looked between the two men, he didn't know the city well and so had no other choice but to go with [member="Cryax Bane"] unless he wanted to get lost. But then again he could always just call on a Jedi within a thousand kilometres radius. He assumed the two men knew each other and decided not to get involved in their affairs, besides it wasn't his business.

Blaise didn't argue, for once, and simply nodded as he followed the men, through the Upper levels of Coruscant, somewhere he was slightly less familiar with. He assumed the men probably knew he was a Jedi by now, it wasn't hard to tell. But they hadn't made any move to attack him thus far. Jedi didn't often come to places like these in Coruscant, or at least not for recreational activities, more for working reasons. The Padawan had a rather strong connection with the Force and he often feared he was only kept on the order because of the danger he might pose if he were expelled, because of his rebellious ways, though it was highly unlikely.

The Padawan stayed close to the stranger, extremely trusting for someone who he had just met. It wasn't stupidity, it was just that he had never had his trust betrayed before.

"Oh you know, anything bright." he said, glancing around the place eagerly.

[member="Nergal"] [member="Roger Kranos"]

 

[Yidhra]

Anything bright, huh?

Nergal glanced down at his glitter-laden form, but bit down on his own lip before he could say something he might regret. Even in his inebriated state, the enforcer knew his surroundings and recognized the Tourism center the CRC ran for the betterment of Coruscant Undercity and its inhabitants. And also to provide pamphlets that shamelessly promoted the best casino in town, of course. What's wrong with a little self-advertising?

The tall man grinned until two rows of shiny teeth were showing, oddly contrasted against the black and red gloss partially covering his lips. He cocked his head to the side at that thought, realizing that half-done makeup must look downright horrible on his face. Without so much as a second of deliberation, the enforcer tightened his grip on the lapels of Cryax's suit and yanked him closer, aiming to erase the last traces of glittery lipstick with the application of friction of flesh against flesh.

Ah, friction. Such a delectable practice.

As he came back up for air the towering zeltron released his chiss companion, stumbling deeper into the foyer to clap a familiar hand on Kranos' shoulder. "I wouldn't mind a bit of chocolate, Rings," the tall man winked and dug his huge paw into the proffered bowl without waiting for an answer. The man was probably too high to respond anyway. The enforcer then proceeded to unwrap the small packets with surprising dexterity for someone who had consumed so much alcohol and stuffed his mouth with the creamy, bite-sized desserts without further ado.

[member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Roger Kranos"] | [member="Blaise Laurent"]​

 

[Isaac Ideus]

Edit note: Changed locations-- I am now inside.

"Kriff off!"

Isaac shouldered his way through the crowded lower levels of Coruscant. Despite their protests, he paid no attention to the veritable scum he was walking through. They were nothing in this moment. He sped up, head down and hands in his pocket. He anxiously fiddled with the pistol concealed in the front pocket of his leather jacket. Ducking into an alleyway, he peered cautiously across the way. He spotted a blue Chiss with shock-black hair, a small posse in tow. That's him he thought. That's the old bastard.

He reached into his back pocket and retrieved a blue bandanna. He pulled it up to his face and tied it around the back of his neck, pulling it up to the bridge of his nose. It wasn't the authorities he was trying to hide from-- he was hiding himself from they of his own household. He threw the hood of a sweatshirt over his head to finish the job, and stepped back out into the street. He cut through a few side streets until he was out ahead of the Chiss. He walked by a brightly lit "Tourist information Office", his back turned to his mark, and stopped. Isaac peered inside. This'll have to do. He entered silently and stood at the bar, back to the door.

As Isaac stood there, the Chiss's voice grew louder as he walked in. Isaac gripped his pistol and drew it.

"Give me one good reason," he exclaimed, slowly turning around to present himself (and a loaded pistol) to [member="Cryax Bane"], "why I shouldn't off you where you stand." He raised his eyebrows, ironically mocking the Chiss. Seeing the other two slowly move their fingers toward their belts, Isaac gestured the pistol in their direction. "Don't get any ideas. Think you're fast to the trigger? I'm faster-- I'll turn your heads into bloody canoes before you touch your weapons." He turned his attention back to Cryax. He stared at him, studying his face. His former boss, his former companion... memories leaped through Isaac's mind like annoying flies in a hot summer. They weren't what he needed at a time like this. "Well?"

[member="Nergal"] ; [member="Blaise Laurent"] ; [member="Roger Kranos"]​

 

[Cryax Bane]

"Anything bright," said the handsome lamb of a padawan when their illustrious tourism rep, Roger Kranos danced interpretively over to the three men and asked the boy what kind of sights he wanted to see, all the while his assistant Seth was handing out pamphlets like they were going out of style. Things were going swimmingly. Cryax surreptitiously yanked up his suit sleeve and put his lips to his Datalogger, transmitting a voice message to [member="Kerrick Ikon"], who was working downstairs, telling her to bring up special wrist bands for the young tourist, along with a special "gift."

The Chiss was about to suggest a few random places to visit when he was man-handled and forcefully kissed by the very drunken shock boxer who had spent the entire walk draped over him. Time and a place, Nergal, time and a place. Still, it was a stirring prelude to something that he would have to pursue with the man at a later hour. Business first. Playtime later. He sighed and spit out a few stray flecks of glitter.

Suddenly the wail of the security alarms rang out as a stranger came into the tourism center with a blaster pointed straight at him. A hooded man with a bandanna, presumably a bounty hunter, waved his pistol around the Tourism Center like it wasn’t full of security droids and CRC henchmen. Was he touched in the head? Coming into One Sith space and messing with the CRC was a bit like jumping into a sarlaac pit with your naked body covered in honey.

"Hey there, cowboy," said Cryax, as unfazed by the violent display as would be any man with the protection of the Wrath of the Dark Lord.

“Nice of you to stop by our little Visitor's Center. Can I interest you in a guided tour? Perhaps you’d like to see the inside of a body bag?”

Bane smirked and turned to the young padawan, muttering a wise-crack. “This bright enough for you, kid?”

[member="Nergal"] [member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Roger Kranos"] [member="Blaise Laurent"]

 

[Kerrick Sereta]

Generally, when not on a job or assigned to a project, Kerrick took to wandering the Coruscant undercity with no real destination in mind, simply patrolling whatever CRC areas xe happened to run into and otherwise remaining under the radar. It wasn't that hard, given that no one really knew who xe was yet, let alone that xe was affiliated with [member="Cryax Bane"]. Most just saw xem as another smuggler looking for work, which, while not being entirely untrue, wasn't the whole of it either. Within this new faction xe was currently employed, though anything involving the smuggling end had been in short supply. Not that there was much room to complain, given the general relaxed vibe that was offered.

This time, however, xe was working on a project. Well, not really a project, but it was something. Currently occupied with business in the basement of the very building that the others now stood in, a quiet affirmative muttering xir only response to the message that crackled through. With a quiet comment in Minnisiat xe gathered the requested restraints and something extra just in case, slowly working xir way back upstairs, still harboring that same nonchalant attitude. It was just another day on the job, after all.

That same laid back atmosphere was obviously not shared by those five individuals currently standing in the lobby of the Coruscant Tourism and Visitor Center. Quite the opposite, in fact, seeing as how one of them had a pistol drawn and currently leveled at the aforementioned Chiss. Huh. Apparently it was an off day for whatever guards were present. It didn't really matter, though, given that xe was armed with xir own blaster pistol and fully capable of using it. Whatever this intruder had been expecting, xe would bet any amount of credits that they weren't anticipating someone else appearing behind them and leveling a blaster at their own head. That was one thing xe could certainly deliver.

Sauntering up behind those assembled with the casual air of one accustomed to these sorts of situations, xe drew xir own pistol with a quickness that was otherwise undermined by xir, easygoing demeanor, safety flicking off with a barely audible click. Cracking a half-smile, xe glanced to Cryax before announcing xir presence rather informally with the blaster leveled at the stranger with their own weapon, aimed at his head. "How about you put yours down before we both do something we regret. Nice and easy." Another look to the Chiss. "Friend of yours?"

[member="Isaac Ideus"], [member="Nergal"], [member="Blaise Laurent"], [member="Roger Kranos"]

 

[Alaina Merrill]

Pushing up on her glasses, to on lookers she would be out of place with her nerd like looks she had going on. Coming to push threw one of the doors she couldn't help but smirk to the reason why she was her. Giving a name, as a name is nothing just a name. So to use one of her many fake names wasn't at all uncommon for this blonde.

Just was what was she doing in the under world on this planet. Oh yes there it was in her mine there was credit to be made. Wondering for sometime now. With a few run in with thugs of the street. Only to see if this would be something of profit for her or not. Looking at these run down buildings, just what had they been for wasn't her concern, its what they would be made into for a profit in her pocket.

Feeling that she wasn't alone as she had first though, then there was that little tingle on her neck that someone from her pass. Really having been gone from anyone sight for a while, but making sure she had the propority that she had already bought under control.

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Isaac Ideus"] @Nergal @Roger Kranos [member="Kerrick Ikon"]

 

[Isaac Ideus]

Isaac was disarmed by the Chiss's nonchalant response. The Cryax of old would've been a trembling mess in a situation like this. He had gone through a change, whether for the good or the bad-- the weak don't last for long in this business, as the obvious saying goes. Regardless, he was interested in finding out more about his former colleague. Isaac could soon feel the dull heat of a half-dozen pairs of eyes trained on him. Armed as they may be, most of these guards were 'all booster and no payload'-- dumber than you know what. They knew that any hasty decisions could result in the loss of the man who paid them, and they didn't want that.

Isaac's gig was up, however. Some groupie wandered up and pulled a quick-shooter on him. They were either dumb enough or cocky enough to call Isaac's bluff, but their brains remained firmly inside their skull. Isaac raised his hands slightly in surrender, and then returned his pistol back into his jacket pocket with a slow but deliberate caution. He kept his hand in his pocket for nearly ten seconds, and then pulled it out; his pointer finger extended and his thumb pointing up, like how children form fake guns. He slowly raised his faux weapon towards Cryax and pointed it at him, aiming square between the Chiss's red eyes. Isaac then used his left hand to remove his hood and pull his bandanna down to reveal his face, frozen stern. Imitating the recoil of a shot, Isaac mouthed "bang" and winked, a grin finally escaping his serious facade.

"Good to see you, friend"

[member="Cryax Bane"] ; [member="Kerrick Ikon"] ; [member="Nergal"] ; [member="Blaise Laurent"] ; [member="Roger Kranos"]​

 

[Roger Kranos]

The Tourism center was a spectacle of modern ingenuity, beautifully crafted with that pizzazz that only marked the outwardly stretching positive impact of the Coruscant Rotary Club. With every legal tender made, they would give with outstretched hands, to benefit the community of which they were currently riding the back. Nevertheless, Cryax as a wanted man. It would only mix sense for him to have followers, though this deep in One Sith territory. Maybe customs was slacking, maybe the space port missed any sign of someone looking for a bounty, and maybe Kranos was super duper sky high. Even as the glitterman munched down on the chocolate, reeking of sex and hormones and a specific brand of funk and alcohol, Kranos couldn't help but feel the sensation of overactive salivation glands. Licking his lips, he looked around nervously at the standoff, a weak force sensitivity clawing into the man of ill repute and awful fashion, threatening his newly acquired friend. With each jerk back from the intruder and Kerrick, the gold tassel atop the cap flicked with a sort of style and omph. A mans man.

"Easy fellas..." He stepped forward slowly, one hand out to his side, the drugs running through his veins giving him the oddest feeling. Why would someone be pointing a banana at Cryax's head? It made no sense to him but he shook off the feeling. It must be a powerful banana he thought, one for the museum. He required it, at all costs. "Hey there friend...do...do you want a chocolate?" He spoke, looking at the bandana fellow and his supremely powerful, yet slightly green, banana. "To go with that beautiful fruit you got there?" He held out the bowl, gesturing for the man to have some. They were some tasty chocolate, Kranos was chewing on one now. Or was that his tongue? Either way...delicious.

In the back, behind the counter, Seth stood solemn like an oak, 100 years old. From the cloth of his beggers cloak, a throwing dagger found it's way into his hand. Not a shift of movement to signify it, gleam of the silver behind the counter top, he waited for the signal.

[member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Nergal"] | [member="Isaac Ideus"] | [member="Kerrick Ikon"]

Spoiler

ooc: this was intended to come prior to Isaac's last post...but...i'm too lazy to change it. #noragrets

 

[Alaina Merrill]

After more then satisfied with what she saw, now would have to find the owner. Chances this one was dead or at less if not belong to some gang. Either way she would do all in her powers to get this for her next project. Finding her way to the only place she knew to start at that was the Tourism center. It was only after she push threw the door did she once again have this flash before her eyes. Just that they was getting stronger just why couldn't put her finger on it yet.

It was someone of her past not one she knew very well, but enough to get flash from for some reason. It hard to understand for the most part it wasn't as if this one was in danger or was he. Hard to say from what flashes coming into her vision. Walking up as she put on her most present business smile. Only to be stop in mid sentence to the miss in front of her.

There it was someone from her past but feeling that things was at a stand off. Walking over as if seemly her being helpless but that was what she wanted all to think. The weapons training she had along with the force training would help. It was who she say in the mess of things.


" [member="Cryax Bane"] I see trouble is following you again. "

 

[Blaise Laurent]

"I see you're quite popular around these parts." he said to [member="Cryax Bane"] as he used his head to indicate to the small crowd of people he had gathered. The Padawan didn't care about the man's affliction, he wasn't prejudiced like some other Jedi and would rather base his knowledge off experience, something which most Jedi are afraid or refuse to do.

Blaise was easily distracted and lost focus as he turned most of his attention to the streets behind them. A flaw that cost him his lightsaber hand when he was seventeen. After a moment, the rebellious teen turned back around to the group. "So you brought me here because...?" he asked Cryax, slipping back into his disrespectful ways.

He just hoped no one from the order found out that he had gone.

[member="Alaina Moxla"] [member="Roger Kranos"] [member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Kerrick Ikon"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Max Rumor, criminal defense lawyer, was in Coruscant to finally tour the small office of Rumor, Wolf & Funk his legal assistant had secured while he was busy finishing a trial on Nar Shaddaa. But before he could visit the new firm’s location on the outskirts of the Underworld, he had a business meeting in a local steakhouse with one of his longtime clients, Mistress Malkite, a full time dominatrix and sometime assassin who he had defended successfully in a couple of trials on the moon of Syvris. Of course it really helped that the Mistress herself had drugged and tied up the judge, threatening him with extortion unless he found her "not guilty."

“You always make my job so much easier,” he said as they recounted the trial, laughing at those fun times together. He had just finished a Bantha ribeye, extra-rare and he licked the blood off of his long Cathair paws with his rough feline tongue, marveling at how none of the meat or drippings got on his white suit which was tailored specifically for an almost 7' foot tall humanoid.

They left the steakhouse and made their way up the Coruscant sidewalk. He took the Mistress’s arm, and since he was so sated from the giant steak, he didn’t even feel hungry as he leaned into the lean, blonde human’s form. Humans normally made him salivate.

“Wait, let’s stop in here,” said Rumor.

“The Coruscant Tourist and Visitor's Center?” she asked frowning.

“Yes, I think Rumor, Wolf & Funk should do some advertising, don't you? What better way to attract new clients than to get them right as they come into Coruscant. You know most crimes do start out fairly innocently. One minute you are checking out some holostatues in a museum and the next thing you know… BAM, you’re wanted for murder.”

“Um, yeah that’s exactly how homicide happens, Max,” she replied.

“Just stand there and look beautiful, dear. I’ll be right back.”

Max Rumor strode into the Coruscant Tourism Center, arms wide, claws outstretched, looking resplendent in his shiny white suit.

“Good gentleman of Coruscant! Who can point me in the direction of the marketing opportunities available for local businesses like the my new branch Rumor, Wolf & Funk, Criminal Attorneys at Law?"

[member="Roger Kranos"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Kerrick Ikon"] [member="Blaise Laurent"] [member="Alaina Moxla"] [member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Nergal"]

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

Time to meet the Devil...

[THEME]

Lysle didn't exactly know what he would do to Cryax Bane when he found him. At first he had been thirsty for his blood, he wanted to string his throat with a metal wire and hang him from the tallest cloudcutter in all of Coruscant. Now he had seen what the Ravens had become, and he grew to understand Cryax's actions against them. He wrongfully blamed Cryax for what the Ravens have become. More than anything he blamed him for placing Chiasa in charge. He may not string him with that metal wire, but he felt like breaking his nose, even if that mean't costing him a few thousand credits tracking him down to Coruscant.

Lysle stood outside the tourism office, gently strolling through the darkened alleyways. Lights peeked inbetween the holes of the tiled walls, and his eyes every so often glanced to the building. He took up a position against the wall, reached down to his pockets and fetched himself a deathstick. Lighting the narcotic, he began to draw, and so did he begin to wait.


[member="Isaac Ideus"]

 

[Vrag]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bma1fAgEY9Q​

After her first foray into the world of torture with the help of [member="Hal Terrano"], Vrag had acquired a taste for the practice. There were always more Vong technologies to test these days, what with the Shapers of Selvaris being such busy bees, and seeing as war was always on the horizon when it came to the Sith, the Hand of the Dark Lord wanted to be prepared. Battle wasn't the best place to pick and choose your potential victims, however — blaster fire and artillery strikes made it an unnecessarily risky business — and so the firrerreo had to resort to more… mundane means of acquisition.

Luckily for her, the One Sith were a collection of people with no scruples, and their affiliates were held to the same abysmally low standards. CRC, naturally, qualified. Well, that, and a criminal syndicate would have to be mad to say no to a galactic superpower that could wipe them all off the face of the universe in the blink of an eye. Right? Right?

With a despondent sigh the woman shook her head when her thoughts flickered back to the times when they'd still fought with the Ravens and not against them, but what was done was done. The little birdies had gotten complacent once they'd set foot on the galactic stage as the plus one of the Sith, and foolishly bitten the hand that had fed them. An armored fist clenched at their thankless attitude, but the bout of anger was short-lived.

After all, here was their former leader, seemingly the only one in that organization that possessed any common sense; hence former. She'd gone down to the "Tourist" center to find some new hapless chap to experiment on, but as soon as she rounded the corner, the woman realized her plans would have to be postponed indefinitely. Through the glass door of the building some sort of standoff was clearly visible, and Vrag wondered briefly why the CRC security wasn't already dogpiling upon the offenders. The chief reason why they had endorsed the criminal enterprise rather than destroyed it was their penchant for getting things done quickly and efficiently, which was the exact opposite of what was happening now.

As a fan of efficacy, Vrag was quite disappointed, her brow furrowing in bemusement. Surely there was a good explanation for this, no?

The towering Sith Lord walked up the stairs with long strides, making a quick call over her comlink even as she pushed open the door with laughable ease. [member="Darth Carach"] would come down to join her in this quaint gathering, and then she would direct the Voice to the protocols at the Coruscanti customs. Something — or someone — clearly wasn’t doing their job with so many hostile individuals strolling about like they owned the place.

The armored figure cast a cursory glance about the room, taking in the present company. Some were expected, seeing as the building belonged to them, but those didn't really interest her at the moment. It was the transgressors that her cool eyes focused on, and the expressionless skull would turn to face them.

"I would be loath to see bloodshed in my house," the Hand of the Dark Lord spoke in a low, if level tone of voice.

[member="Roger Kranos"] | [member="Alaina Moxla"] | [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Blaise Laurent"] | [member="Isaac Ideus"] | [member="Kerrick Ikon"] | [member="Max Rumor"]​

 

[Cryax Bane]

So much had happened in those few tense minutes, that the scene was enough to make the Chiss' blue head spin. Never a dull moment with the ol' CRC was there?

First, the masked man was held at blaster point, by Kerrick Ikon, Force love their impeccable timing. Then the stranger unmasked himself to show the face of Isaac Ideus, one of his old friends, and a Red Raven, which made him persona non grata as far as Bane was concerned. Isaac's purpose on Coruscant currently escaped the Chiss, but then again claiming a five million credit bounty had a convincing ring to it.

"You might want to put that thing down," The Chiss pointed to Isaac's finger gun. "That one's high as balls, and he might shoot back," added Cryax, hooking a thumb at Roger Kranos who was horking down all the chocolates and talking a mile a minute. If it weren't his usual speech pattern, Bane would have suspected it was an obvious attempt to distract from some horrible thing he or his right hand Seth was about to do to the unwanted visitors. But Nipple Rings was always quite the chatterbox.

Then the boy spoke, asking the Chiss why he was brought to the tourist's center, a place that was now packed with people brandishing weapons for no good reason. Oh, no you don't kid. You're not getting away that easily. Not until we've had a chance to slap that Force suppression collar on you. He stalled the boy, his luminous alien orbs still trained on Ideus.

"Why did I bring you here? You wanted to see the sights. Have a seat, my friend, a 'tour guide' will be right with you."

As if there wasn't enough activity in the Visitor's Center, a large pink-furred Cathar came in trying to solicit the services of his law firm to anyone who would listen. Apparently, a stand-off with blasters wasn't enough to dissuade folks from just strolling on in and trying to make a fast credit chip whereever they could. Still, the CRC could use a good lawyer, and Rumor, Wolf & Funk had the reputation of not shying away from representing those in the criminal underworld. The Chiss held up a finger and flashed the Cathar a polite smile.

Finally, the door opened once again and an armor-clad warrior he recognized from the Battle of Kashyyyk strode in and gave the room a fair warning. This was the house of the Sith, and unwelcome visitors would not be tolerated.

Yes, Vrag had spoken and when the Hand of the Dark Lord spoke, usually it meant countless numbers were about to die.

[member="Vrag"] [member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Alaina Moxla"] [member="Kerrick Ikon"] [member="Nergal"] [member="Roger Kranos"] [member="Max Rumor"] [member="Blaise Laurent"]