Private Free City

[McGill]

Outside the Ruby Nexu, Coruscant

Lighting a cig, McGill took a long, slow drag, then exhaled the fragrant smoke. He sat on the edge of a roof across the street from the Ruby Nexu, waiting for his fellow operatives to arrive.

They were supposed to sabotage the club. McGill didn't know the specifics (he was only hired help, after all), but it was a shady place, run by a shady type, involved in shady business. Specifically, there were slaves held for auction somewhere in the lower levels of the establishment, and they were going to get them out.

It was an overcast Coruscanti morning. At this hour, the Ruby Nexu was either closed or had only the barest trickle of patrons passing through its doors. Even the neon lights were turned off, leaving the club looking drab and gray and almost abandoned. But the fewer people there were milling around the place, the easier the job of sabotaging it would be...

Evelynn Ostium Mariah of House Marr​

 

[Evelynn Ostium]

Location: The Ruby Nexu
Location Affiliation: Under Evelynn's Control
Tags: Mariah of House Marr McGill

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The club lights blared as what few remaining sober patrons surrounded the larger stage in the establishment. It wouldn't be long until the real Event was going to start. The two Slaves, owned by a woman only known as 'Viper', preformed on stage. A Zabrak warrior, with a temper, and a Rodian who kept spitting looks of poison at those below. Both showed what kind of state they were in, the Zabrak showing of his strength and the Rodian her speed in punches. Whilst some looked for a less ethic purpose for a Slave, Evelynn prided herself on offering Slaves for Combat as well. A small explosive collar and some training and the violent Slave became the perfect Assassin.

The Barkeep looked at the group of drunken patrons at his stools, letting them drink themselves cold as long as they could pay. The many cameras watched every entrance and opening. If anyone was going to show themselves, the Scales would see. It payed off to have your own private Militia. Even if they are just Street Thugs who got a decent rep.

High on the second floor, in a Private armored room, along with Three of the Best Slaves in Stock, was a woman in a semi skimpy outfit; Consisting of a jacket, vest that reached half way down her torso, a mid thigh length skirt, and sharp heeled boots. Tracing the arm of a Slave was a collection of metal covered fingers, like claws. The yellow, Reptilian eyes watched her show. She always kept these Slave in particularly good condition, making sure they ate well and slept for long enough. These three Merchandise would never be on Auction.

A low beeping and vibrating sounded in the soft music filled room, causing the clawed woman to groan in annoyance. Picking up the cast aside comm-link, she answered with a frustrated, "Yes?" The voice on the other end was one of her staff. "We're almost ready for the Auction. Are you joining us, Miss Viper?" The voice informed her, his tone polite. The Staff knew better than to get on the wrong side of the local Crime Boss, Evelynn 'Viper' Ostium, since so many who do end up as a personal trophy for the rest of time. "Start without me. I'll be a bit longer," She answered, hanging up before any response came back. Evelynn knew her staff her loyal to the end, with any defectors being instantly hunted down. The yellow eyes focused on the three around her again, taking everything in before having to go down into the stink hole of an Auction room. No matter how many times they cleaned it, it always stunk of alcohol and scum even she was displeased to sell to.

 

[Mariah of House Marr]

Mariah Marr location: Fyrnock
With:
cs-2-1b-surgical-droid
swarm-drones
20x Aristaeus Drones

The woman sat in her seat, the ship tightly on lockdown with any new information about incoming individuals, droids, or otherwise ready to alert her if need be. Meanwhile, through the headset, she was controlling White-5, her specially made droid that was her best choice for this scenario. He was equipped with a device on his arm like a commlink as well as a control system for the 34 swarm-drones hidden away, along with a small transport ship and its pilot droid. White was armed with an IR-1, a Sunfury pulse pistol, a bar-58-blaster-pistol, 4 smoke grenades and a standard vibro-blade, as well as several Ion Grenades.

The droid was near the Ruby Nexu. Mariah had hired help in this, knowing that while her droids were good, they likely weren't good enough. Even if controlled by her directly. She knew this was dangerous. She'd heard about this woman before but there were always people out there that were trouble. She herself might deal in the illegal, but there were many lines she didn't over-step, one of them was slavery. And since it seemed there was little she could do to fix that, she found other ways. She'd sabotage the woman involved.

White, controlled by Mariah, approached McGill, carrying with it a few additional Ion grenades. It spoke by a woman's voice, Mariah's, though distorted sufficiently to ensure it wasn't traced to her. "If you need them. Always a risk of droids or machinery." she said looking out ahead, her sensors were fairly high quality, and she was looking for any comm transmissions in particular, which she wouldn't want to be functioning. That was another purpose of carrying the ion grenades disabling the communications of a group could be very beneficial in causing chaos, whether by removing their ability to talk to one another or forcing them to shout. She touched the pad on the robots arm and the swarm droids came to life. 4 remained behind inside the transport ship, to shoot any unwanted intruders to break in. And the other 30 moved swiftly and quietly through the city towards the Ruby Nexu. "I will enter first with a smoke grenade and attempt to draw the most attention. You will see floating droids, small ones, they probably belong to me. I need you to try and free any slave you see and then aim for the lower levels, I'm not sure where it is exactly yet, but I want them out. They need to get to this dock." She showed him the location and its number, "Do whatever you see necessary to accomplish this task. The most important part is the slaves make it. Any slavers consequences is their own fault. Don't be concerned about any droid losses, they're mostly replaceable. We can connect comm links to make things a little easier, but there's always the risk they could get shut down. Is there anything you need to tell me or ask before we go in?"

Communication was important, and she wanted to make sure they were both prepared for this. But she also didn't want to take too long. The swarm drones wouldn't take too long to get here, fortunately with their small size and relatively quiet movement, their signals were also far more effectively designed by comparison to most making them far harder to intercept or jam. And especially to hack. Still, that wouldn't necessarily work for communication between her and her ally. So there was risk involved there as well.

McGill Evelynn Ostium

 

[McGill]

A droid arrived at McGill’s location, introducing itself as White. It spoke in a mechanized version of the woman’s voice McGill had heard on the comm when he took this job. Was it being remote-controlled by her, then? Probably.

Grinning, McGill threw his cig butt over the edge of the roof before taking the ion grenades. “Thanks.” He already had several types of explosive devices on him, stowed in various pockets and belt compartments and even a grenade launcher slung across his shoulder, but a few more wouldn’t hurt.

That too-broad smile remained fixed to his face as he listened to the droid’s debriefing. “Got it. No questions.”

While the drones headed for the club’s main entrance, McGill produced a grappling gun. He fired the grapple at the roof of the Ruby Nexu and swung across, landing on top of the club building. He found a ventilation grate on the roof and slipped inside just as White threw the smoke grenade.

Shimmying through the vents, McGill elongated his body, thinning out to fit through the narrow passage. Eventually he found an opening in a utilities room on the second floor. Looking around and listening in to see if anyone was nearby, McGill then produced an EMP device and fired it at the electrical system. Sparks flew as the circuitry was fried, causing a power outage. No doubt there was a backup generator that would kick in, but for a few precious seconds the Ruby Nexu went dark, giving the droids some added cover and hopefully allowing McGill to sneak out of the utilities room and onto the second floor undetected...

Evelynn Ostium Mariah of House Marr​

 

[Evelynn Ostium]

Location: The Ruby Nexu
Location Affiliation: Under Evelynn's Control
Tags: McGill Mariah of House Marr

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This was her life. Surrounded by people with the aim of entertaining her. To bring her some excitement to her sometimes dull days. She was just about to settle in for another dance, when the lights instantly flickered out. At the same time, she heard across the comm, "BOSS, We've got a situation," from the same Scale as before. Looking out at the platform in front of the door, Evelynn motioned with her hand to stay down to the Slaves, as she muttered, "Stay here." Walking out, her pride being threatened by some ruffians, as she glared at the ground floor. Smoke had filled a portion of it, with her guards moving into position. "Get the Back Up Generator online, or I'll come down there myself!" Evelynn shouted as she looked across her own floor. If anyone was to try and trip the power, they would have had to use either the two utilities rooms, or the main generator itself. Taking her heeled feet for a ride, she strode over to the very room McGill was entering.

Opening the door, she looked at the mess of circuitry and tech. She was just about to shout out in annoyance, when she caught a glimpse of something. A person's form. Hidden, like that of a thief in the middle of the act. "What are you doing!" Evelynn shouted, her hands clenched as she glared her yellow, reptilian eyes at McGill . They say there's no worse fury than a woman scorned. Well, this thief was about to know what was much worse than even that. "Guards! To me, NOW!" Evelynn shouted again, not moving from the doorway. Her mind sent a signal to the hidden weapons she had, ready to react to the slightest movement.

As she shouted, a group of 12 Thugs ran to her, acting as her own private security force, from the ends of the second floor and aimed slugthrowers, blasters and more at the man. Whilst this was going on, the remaining guards split so they could aim their weapons at the smoke filled area, with a smaller group running to the generator to power everything back up. Evelynn was thankful she had emergency lights put in every room, giving a soft red glow to each area. Not the most effective source of light, but it worked in a pinch.

 

[McGill]

Though McGill tried to stick to the shadows, he knew that once he meddled with the building’s systems, it would be a lot harder to avoid detection. Sure enough, he heard shouting and a call for guards from just down the hall, now filled with red emergency lighting.

Well, McGill would let them have it. Pulling out his sonic bazooka, he fired once at the group before darting into cover. Seconds later, he lobbed a frag grenade, tossing it in their direction. His employer might want to save the slaves, but the lady and her guards were free game.

Evelynn Ostium Mariah of House Marr​