Deuces

[Miss Blonde]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=VRa_PwL2aws

Location: Nar'Shadda Orbit
Objective: Leave

Patricia wasn't the type of person to crash a cryptnet or plan a coup of president Chiasa, she wasn't the type of person who would do that. But if she was going to be taken from her position she was going to make sure Chiasa would be able to build up her Red Raven syndicate the way she felt fit. So Patricia typed up a quick message to the dragon palace casino. [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

Good evening. As you know as I have been removed from my position I will be leaving the a Red Ravens, and with me leaves Arakyd Industries. This is for the best as I have the failsafe programmed into one of my devices. The Ravens will no longer have access to technology or ships produced by Arakyd. This includes all Stargo defense enterprises gear as well since Arakyd absorbed them. Arakyd industries wishes you the best of luck in any future endeavors. Good luck and best of luck. For confirmation on Arakyd's separation from the Red Ravens please contact our CEO [member="Isley Verd"] and of course you may keep the Red Dress.

Patricia sent the message away to Chiasa, and turned to the captain of the Coyote Hustler. Bellow her Patricia rubbed her daughter's head and looked over to her sleeping son.

"Let's go home." she said with a smile and looked towards the future. The Hades class cruisers and Katarr frigates made the jump to hyper space as their business here was no longer necessary.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Chiasa did not in fact recall demoting Patricia, but this was pretty par for the course so far this week so all right.

And hey, she was taking all of the Red Ravens products with her, well that was nice.

Time to get to work on a new product line apparently.

With a sigh the Twi'lek deleted the message and sent a quick ping out to her contracted inventor.

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Jarven was working on the network once more from the computer lab on the third level of the Dragon Palace Casino. From his desk, he could see all of the activity passing through the network. During his work, he noticed a single message that was sent by a [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] to a [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]. He knew he probably shouldn't have held up the message and made a copy of it before sending the original on its way...but he did. He was a criminal, after all.

...He wished he hadn't. He knew it was necessary to know, but he wished it to not be so. As he read the contents, his eyes teared up. As soon as he read the entire message, his vision was blurry, his hand dropped the datapad to the table, and a pitiful moan of absolute grief escaped his mouth. He fell to the ground, trying to brace himself up, his body becoming wracked with sobs. He crawled to the wall and leaned up against it. He started to hiccup amidst the quietly audible cries that escaped his mouth. Tears flowed freely down his face, warming it even more.

She was leaving, gone even. Jarven was a Red Raven and she was leaving the Red Ravens...She was leaving Jarven...Just like his parents had left him. He breathed in a large breath and screamed hoarsely at the wall. A sob stuck in the back of his throat, so his mouth just stayed open, silent, his eyes squinted shut while tears pushed through his eyelids.

He swung at the air and wound up face first on the floor. He was in so much pain. His heart couldn't handle it. He looked at his body through the blurry haze. His body and his mind had been augmented and enhanced for the Red Ravens and ultimately Patricia. Now that she was gone, he loathed himself. His pain and trials had been for naught. Jarven lay on the ground. He cried himself to sleep.

Over the course of the next week, he sullenly did the network all over again. [member="Jen"] could frell herself 5 times over for playing the "high and mighty, I need to be a part of this, only to end up not giving a single kark and backstabbing every Red Raven" game. He kept and integrated the EXO Bytes into the system for protection, but he made it just simple enough so that he wasn't the only person who could understand how it worked. Then, he packed up and left. When he got to the Handwave Express, he entered and slumped into the hammock, his bags falling onto the floor. Pilot turned around and inquired as to what their destination would be. Jarven replied, "Just...go, Pilot. Get me the frell out of here and don't turn back....Please, just get me out of here."

Pilot sullenly turned back to his computer and sat there thinking for quite some time. Unsure of it being the right decision, he punched in some coordinates and off they went.