Get Some Freedom [ Galactic Alliance ]

[Ellie Mors]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T3v-0NRdPYE[/media]​

During the Invasion of Coruscant... Two Days ago.

Lily stared, open-mouthed, at the hologram that displayed the airing of the invasion of Coruscant. It was so surreal that she had wondered if she had fallen asleep mid-way through the live broadcast. It was a little known fact that many of the more "at risk" royalty and governors in Sith space were often-times forced to view images or short clips of battle footage that the One Sith participated in. The idea was to put them on edge, to realize how futile any kind of insubordination or rebellion might be.

What she was watching now, however, was something entirely unlike anything her mother had even spoken about when she was younger, when the One Sith had been on its campaign from the edge of the core towards the western end of the galaxy. While those on the planet were indeed ruthless in their methods of killing the soldiers, men and women, of the Alliance, it was very clearly a losing battle for them.

The empire that called itself the One Sith had continued to lose ground throughout the course of the day, leading to what was essentially an attempt at making the inevitable Galactic Alliance's victory as pyrrhic as possible. In a way, that scared her more than the thought of being executed for betrayal - if it had ever came to that. The idea of her home, her people, being ripped apart by a spiteful and fleeing tyrannous faction was more horrifying than the thought of being killed in their stead.

She had waited until it was much later into the battle before she had actually turned on the holovid display, only really watching it because a pilot of some sort had forwarded a message to her that her older sister was involved. As she watched what became the final moments of the invasion of Coruscant, her attention locked onto the holographic display, hundreds of calls came in from government officials, Sith loyalists, and others that were trying to get ahold of her to let her know that they were fleeing the planet for a safe haven deeper - deeper now, anyways - in Sith space and far from Alliance eyes.

The Alliance had won.

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To say she was nervous was an understatement. While Sith presence on and in the space around the Empress Teta systems had shrunken to a dramatically reduced size in the last two days, following their defeat on Coruscant, the leadership of the Galactic Alliance could very well consider her a threat to their presence on their path carved through Sith space to Coruscant.

Empress Teta, like Coruscant, had been obtained by the Alliance after their successful campaign against the Sith in the deep core. Unlike the former capital, however, Teta - and the other planets in its system - were not the site of major battles or fleet conflicts. Following the panic of loyalists and their subsequent fleeing from either public eye or the planet, in some cases both, a simple message that Empress Teta was surrendering itself to the Alliance was all that was necessary for the planet to both escape the clutches of the One Sith and to try to embrace the Galactic Alliance before their crusade was turned on it.

Even Emil, one of her aids, had left her to fend for herself - though his concern was that she, being the daughter of formerly high-ranking Sith Lord, would be a target of the Alliance's campaign through the core. She understood the fear, even encouraged him to leave and offered him his same job and salary if it turned out to be okay, but it still hurt that he took the offer and left her to potentially be taken prisoner if the Alliance felt it necessary.

Granted, she also was completely unfamiliar with the new faction's leadership or their way of life - so used to the totalitarian government of the One Sith and their propaganda of other groups, Lily wasn't even entirely certain of who their current leader was.

For the moment she stood at the window by her bedside, staring out over the Cinnegar skyline, wondering what the future had in store for her and her people. A message had reached her secretary's hands that the Alliance planned to arrive on the planet to secure it within the next hour, but they had conveniently left off the intent for the planet's current government and, indeed, whether or not Lily Kuhn had anything to worry about, particularly her life or whether she would have to forfeit her claim to the throne only a month after her coronation as the Empress of the Empress Teta systems.

"Times sure are changing.." She muttered, thinking back to the conversation she had with her father in an apartment room a month before she'd moved into the citadel. That conversation had been about her fears surrounding the Dark Lord's death and how extreme the Sith had become at the time, weeding out rebellion and dissenters without prejudice up until Coruscant.

She'd sent a message out to him an hour ago, of course, but she knew he was with [member="Danger Arceneau"] and Myra, or probably embroiled in business of some sort - she was certain he probably was seeing things with far less worry than she was, at least from the perspective of an Alliance takeover. That didn't do much to ease the pounding in her chest, though, and quietly wished he could have been there with her, [member="Alric Kuhn"] was certainly very good at calming her down.

All she could do now was wait.

[member="Astarii Saren"] [member="Liliane Lancaster"]

 

[Rath Daagh]

En route to Empress Teta...

"We have Empress Teta!" Rath couldn't keep his excitement under control as he jumped and wiggled around the ship that was currently being flown to the recently claimed planet. Taegan was probably not too enthusiastic about it, obviously annoyed by the behaviour of the project leader. What the leader's assistant didn't know, though, was that core worlds had been distributed the most of their funds, meaning they could really do grandiose things on these planets. "Empress Teta..."

"Uhuh, and what are we planning to do with the planet?" Taegan had to ask, bringing a degree of sensibility into the discussion. He didn't remember the planet leadership asking for any kind of development from the government, so he didn't really get why they were currently flying to the planet.

"Right now, nothing. That is why we're going there."

"Oh hell no, you ain't gonna force any development on the planet. We've talked about it, you remember? You are the one who wants us to stick to the Alliance ideology of not intruding the leaderships of our planets."

"Yeah, and we are not forcing them to do anything. We are just gonna go there, ask a polite question, and act according to the answer we receive. If they want us to do something, we do it. If they don't, we leave. Simple, right?" Rath said. "Empress Teta, though... Such an amazing planet."

Teagan just had to let out a sigh at this very moment.

[ [member="Lily Kuhn"] ]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Rath Daagh"] | [member="Lily Kuhn"] | [member="Astarii Saren"]

Akure Executive Interstellar had recently made a sizeable donation to the rebuilding of Coruscant.

With it came the promise and offer to aid the Alliance in their effort to contain the various threats excreted by the Darkside. Sith Temples would have to be contained, Sithspawn isolated and captured, the Darkside purified where possible or segregated when the former wasn't possible - the AEI's partnership with the Circle of Healing on Elrood was the first step towards a more sizeable working relationship with the New Jedi Order and the Alliance.

Most people would have figured it unlikely or even impossible, but Cerita was not one to let insurmountable odds stop her from achieving extraordinairy things.

"Teta has formally surrendered to the Alliance, Siqsa." Demon it meant in the language of the Sith. Scarra, her tuk'ata companion always had a penchant towards the dramatic. But after she had give him the scar through his eyes and the nickname that came with it... perhaps she shouldn't have been overly surprised.

"Oh?"

Her eyes were still glued towards the data passing through the feeds on the screen, but her head had just shifted an inch. A sign that she was listening intently. Even if it didn't quite seem that way at first glance.

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It was a delicate process now.

So a delicate message would have to do.

The Akure Executive Interstellar would send a missive to the current-reigning Empress of Teta, Lily Kuhn. In it Cerita congratulated the Empress with her planet's new-found freedom and expressed the desire for a meeting, at a point where it would be comfortable for Kuhn. An additional remark was made that she would be on Teta for the next week, to inspect the current holdings AEI had and to expand on them, if it was economically worthwhile.

 

[Kael Rose]

Koros Major. Cinnagar. Empress Teta. A world of many names, and many futures. Many futures that had been snuffed out by the One Sith rule. Many futures that had been saved by the heroic Galactic Alliance. There'd been celebrating as the GA practically paraded through town, but there was a controlled panic too. Sith that had stuck around and had to get their slaves or experiments or artifacts out. "Businessmen" and judges and cops that had been paid off by the Sith and served as their spies at best, executioners if you were unlucky, and slavers at worst. It was quite the chaotic place, and probably would be for a month or so.

Perfect time for a new guy to step in and build his turf in the confusions.

To say that Rekali the Hutt had assembled a crew to put up roots in a second was understatement. He put every man he could spare over to the Ecumenopolis. The GA would tighten their rein soon enough, not to mention the involvement of the Kuhn and Arceneau merchant empires that were supposed to have connections here. They had a tight window to get operations running, and the Hutt wasn't gonna miss it. Or rather, he wasn't going to let it slip by. The Hutt himself was off on other business. Off fighting at Kashyyyk with the T-Visors or setting up shop on Phaeda, who the feth knew. Who the feth cared. It wasn't Kael's gorram job to keep up with him. Just to help Kijo set up shop the first month.

And that's why Kael found himself taking cover behind an overflowing dumpster on a dive an alley in the worker's district. Taking away territory from a local don one body at a time. Feeling the Force Kael waited for the opportune moment, soaking in the stink as he heard blaster bolts pass him by. The boys he was with weren't so patient. A trandoshan at his side stood and tried to pull off a shot, then came back down without the left side of his face. Kael squinted at the site but kept his lunch in him. Small achievements, but ones that stuck with you. Literally in this case.

. . . .

What was that? Silence. Not in the air, blasterbolts were still flying, but in the Force. It was time. Leaning around the corner of the dump he raised up Sandy and pulled her trigger as her barrel stared down a Houk with a jam in his blaster. Shot knocked him on his back, and was followed with another shot. He stopped moving after that one. Pulling back he went back behind the durasteel dumpster. He'd need to find new cover soon, but he probably had another thirty seconds or so with it.

This was gonna be a long gorram day.


[member="Lily Kuhn"] | [member="Rath Daagh"] | [member="Cerita Sarova"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Dagon Zambrano"]

Coruscant was still the cesspool of deceit and malice he once knew. Daxton could recall quite clearly his first visit, leading the glorious wave that attacked the Facist Senate. Not much has changed, not really. Sure the planet changed hands and knowing its history this probably won't be the last time. Daxton wasn't here for the politics anyway nor was he planning a visit. Tonight he had business on Empress Teta and he planned to use the chaos as his cover onto the planet.

According to his spies there was a disturbance in the Force somewhere on the planet. If he was lucky it could be a Force Nexus, a phenomena he was most eager to observe firsthand. But for now he was content to let the Force guide him to wjere he need to go.

Disguised as a run of the mill mercenary so as not to draw attention, the Sith stealthly made his way down, using a variety of old lifts and long forgotten access tunnels. Sticking to shadows he used the Force to avoid coming into contact with any witnesses. Those he could not avoid, were quickly disposed and dragged into the shadows to prevent his presence from being revealed.

 

[Zef Halo]

[member="Daxton Bane"]

[[OOC: I believe we are on Empress Teta, right ? ]]

Dagon still roamed the galaxy working as a bounty hunter and a mercenary, something he was great at before being inducted into the Galactic Empire and made the Emperor's Hand. Truly, his skills were developed greatly under the rigorous training that was given to him back then...how long was it again ?

More than 800 years ago. He didn't even know the exact number.

Hence, his knowledge of the galactic political scene and major events is close to none. The little he knew was that those that seemed to grasp the greatest size of territory and the seat of the galaxy were crumbling. Even more, their seat of power on Coruscant was finally taken by a government called The Galactic Alliance. In either cases, Dagon did not much care. All he had believed in, all he had fought for was gone. The Order, The Emperor, The Empire. Dust in the wind.

His appearance on Empress Teta was not without a purpose. The turbulent times that the so-called One Sith had been recently enduring had paved way for chaos and rise of criminal activity. Especially in massive planets such as the ecumenopolis that Empress Teta was. Bounty Hunting was certainly thrilling in such an urban environment and cashed him a good amount of cash. He enjoyed the hunt, the thrill of the fight, the fight itself. It was how Epicanthix were born and bred. However that was not his main goal of venturing to the planet.

An ancient, presumably Jedi, temple.

He'd known of it because he knew of the Jedi hunting missions that the Inquisitors would embark upon. It was more than likely that a Jedi had been found and hunted in the temple in which Dagon was currently trying to navigate through the risky floors and walls of. The Zambrano believed that he could find more clues, more secrets that needed unearthing from the time of the Emperor and subconsciously his Epicanthix blood drove him to seek strength.

Fragments of Force knowledge were a stepping stone in the pursuit of strength.

Do you feel them...?

Dagon abruptly stopped in his tracks.

Feel what ?

Them.

Get out of my head.!!

The tortured souls that stain this place...

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Dagon Zambrano"]

Leaning against the thick stone pillar, Daxton wiped his jet black alchemical blade clean on the jacket of the unfortunate thug who thought he would be easy pickings. The Sith corrected this misconception by giving him a scarlet smile across his thick rubbery peasant neck. The blade drank deep and thirsty, as if it were a living creature, cutting flesh and bone with the easy of hot blade through butter.

Breathing through his mouth, Daxton caught his breath as the dull ache in his chest began to subside. The gondarking crystal imbedded in his flesh was still throbbing, an ever present reminder that it was the orbalisk venom racing through his system was necessary. Maybe one day he would extact them from beneath his flesh but for now he relished the power it afforded him, although the unending buzz of a thousand voices simultaneously speaking was a small price to pay.

Slowly scanning his surroudings for possible attackers and traps, he slipped back into the shadows to continue his journey....

 

[Zef Halo]

The bounty hunter expanded his senses taking all the information that the Force could give him but he only met a fog. Whatever this place was or however old it was, something dampened his senses. A grimace was painted on his face as he proceeded forward, deactivated lightsaber in one hand and his disruptor pistol in the other. He was still getting used to rely more on the Force. As an Emperor's Hand he would rarely use the Force, very rarely at that. It was all about using the skills that did not concern the Force.

Lost...

He ignored his inner voice. The Zambrano was slowly getting used to it after it had appeared after his release from stasis. He was simply curious was it a mental disorder that grew within him or something more sinister.

Twisted...

Seeking vengeance...

Seeking retribution...

Silence.

Dagon abruptly stopped both his voices and his movements as he saw the lying silhouette on the ground, the dim light from outside being the only source of light to confirm that was indeed either a drunk or a dead man.

The second guess was the correct one. Kneeling down to check upon the man, the Zambrano noticed the precise piercing of a blade through it. His inspection of the body revealed to him that the man was recently killed and by a rarely used weapon - a sword. This expedition was becoming more and more interesting.

The ground beneath Dagon suddenly gave in breaking his concentration as his self-preserving instinct kicked in before he could hit the lower level with his back. The bounty hunter lunged his left hand forward while activating the grappling hook launcher. It was only three feet before he hit the ground that his hook grappled to an uneven surface.

Kark. Close call.


[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Arage Bao]

Comes a time you are stuck with a choice.

A crossroads of sorts with one direction going towards security and the other towards self-determination. It wasn’t ever a pretty choice and more often than not it hurt a lot, either literally or spiritually at the least.

As Tegan held onto her hold over the sticky surface of the dumpster… a thought came to mind that she might have very well chosen wrong.

To the far left of her a body dropped.

Half the face ruined and the entire life killed dead. Bile rose up at the back of her throat, but she held it back, mostly. The taste of burning acid fought against the calming fire of the stimulant applied only twenty minutes ago.

The artificial chemical won.

From the corner of her eye she saw Kael rise, the chemical moved her and suddenly she popped her head out of cover, her revolver already roaring.

She saw a figure falling in the smoke. Maybe it had been Kael’s shot, might have been hers, but it was a deader.

Tegan clutched the stock of her gun tighter. This wasn't getting any easier for her, it seemed.

[member="Azar the Mystic"]

 

[Kael Rose]

Oh look. That half a trandoshan head is still here, still leaking. Gorram 'tough guys' that didn't know what the hell they were doin. And then twenty minutes you're still trying to get the smell of 'em outta your nose. Kael sighed as he looked to his right. There was what remained of the trandoshan, a Bith who had already scavenged his rifle, a sullustan who looked like he was fidgeting with a grenade, and then another human. Chocolate-skinned, Lorrdian perhaps. Four on this side. Across the way he counted another eight men, three of 'em dead on the ground. If he remembered right, and he might not, the locals had a dozen bodies still breathing on the other side of this dumpster.

Kael frowned. Chit could never be easy could it?


"Fizz, you got any flashbangs or just that detonator?"

"Uhhh." He said and started rifling through his bag. Amateur. It would be nice if Trevel'ka had some people that could make grenades and know how to use them. Mabe Cinnagar had his replacement.

"You've got seven seconds to pull one out. Toss it on my signal." Nine. Eight. Seven. Six, he finally fumbled it out. Five. Four. Three. Two. "Toss it!" He said and over the dumpster the grenade went. A light boom and a flash. Heading over the corner he pulled up Sandy and Laurie and fired, not so much looking as feeling and listening for the right spots to shoot. Bang. Yell. Bang. Yell. Bang. Yell. Bang. Yell. Four shots, four hits, hopefully four bogeys down. Hopefully some of the other guys were pulling their weight.

[member="Tegan Katarn"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Dagon Zambrano"]

Daxton had gone several feet from his last victim when he detected a subtle change through the Force. Pressing his back against the cold unyeilding ferrocrete of the nearby building, he sunk deeper into the shadows while in his mind's eye he sought to read his own fortune using his knowledge of Shatterpoint. His fate lines took a sharp deviation from their original path. Experience taught him that some thing big was about to happen. With a maniacial grin creeping across his lips, he looked corward to what was about to happen. What servant of the Dark Mistress Chaos did not?

His disguise allowed him to blend in, just another ratty merch out to make some credits. Flipping the safety off his heavy carbine blaster, he checked his six for signs of pursuit before looking for a more defendable position. Should anyone be unlucoy to get in his sights, he would use the Force to augment his speed and reflexes before unloading a full clip in their direction.

 

[Kermon]

Midnight Evans sat in the cockpit of his ship, Shadow Flame looking at the few credits he had. It was just enough to get him through a week and on top of that he still owed Amira Cordesh a whopping 5,000,000 credits for most of the high quality parts he needed to build Shadow Flame. He needed to get 10,000 credits to pay Amira and fast. Midnight sighed as he steered his ship towards Empress Teta. He was going to have to resort to taking a high risk job. He finally arrived at Empress Teta, and most likely his tomb. He started aimlessly wandering the streets of the city looking for the nearest pub. He accidently bumped into some mercenary, he quickly apologized and continued searching for a high paying job.

 

[Rath Daagh]

[ Officials of the Iron Citadel, the Galactic Alliance Development Project's representatives would like to set up a meeting in the Iron Citadel with the Empress of Empress Teta, as official representatives of the Galactic Alliance government. ] Tegan contacted the royal palace of the planet. Rath was just too posh to do these simple things himself. That's why he had hired a personal assistant.

But both of them had to note, having the chance to formally represent the Alliance government was something they had never thought they could do. Who were they but simple project leaders, after all. So it had surely come as a surprise when they had been contacted to meet up with the Empress. In fact, they had just gotten the order moments ago.

"Empress Teta..." Rath couldn't shut up in the other side of the ship, still amazed by the fact that 1) they could go to Empress Teta that was under the control of Galactic Alliance and 2) that they could be ambassadors of the Alliance during the meeting.

The two would wait until they received the reply from the citadel, but meanwhile Rath would already try to come up with ideas of what they could do on the planet. It was a magnificent world, so nothing simple would do.

It didn't help with the process that he had no idea what the world needed. Y'know, it had been under Sith control for a truly long time and there was just no information about the state of the planet anywhere in public documents. The One Sith truly did a good work with keeping their documentation a confidential secret, or at least it appeared so.

[ [member="Lily Kuhn"] ]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Kael Rose"]

It's curious how all it took was one complete and absolute madman to make your anxiety go away.

Oh, part of her was still very much fidgeting around with the entire situation, but the moment that 'nade hit and the moment Kael jumped up and started running towards the danger some primal part of her brain took over. She pushed herself off the garbage dumpster and rounded the other corner, she didn't wait for her blaster to start shooting to yell.

She needed that yell. That scream bubbling up from the depths of her stomach, pushing itself out in a bellow of fear, anxiety, drug-induced anger and righteous indignity at the situation itself.

Tegan screamed - high-pitched harpy screech - and started shooting, her plasma-enhanced slugs adding to the fire roared by Kael's more restrained and focused attention.

And then it was over.

Just like that, but it wasn't enough. The adrenaline still rushed through her veins and she wanted to go farther and farther, to ride the high before the inevitable comedown.

Next to her the Bith was crumbled to the ground, his increasingly colder hands were still clutching the wound that offed him.

"What's next, boss?" Katarn got out, while trying to ignore the itching of the palm of her hands.

 

[Kael Rose]

Kael let out a deep sigh. It was over, for now at least. Letting out the cylinders of his Tenloss revolvers he loaded them up with their XCL canisters before putting the cylinders back and in place and leading them until he heard a satisfying click. Bringing Fizz had turned out to be a good idea, much as Kael hated to admit it. And then there was the Merc they'd bought for this bought. Girl was loud, but knew how to carry herself. Kael would have to see if he could recruit her into the business full-time. They could use more quick-thinking individuals and less fodder.

"Lemme radio Kijo." Kael replied before pulling up his comm. "Boss, this is Kael. We've taken the East barricade." Kael commed Kijo, the rodian in charge of this operation.

"Good, good. Their main compound is two blocks west of your position, we'll press from the west and the south to draw their attention away from you. Get to Feyra and make sure he understands that he can work with us or we can work without him." Kijo relayd. Feyra was the head of the local gang, some guys who'd been too small time to get sucked in by the Exchange. The Bothan was supposed a pretty shrew fellow, but they should be alright. Should.

"Alright, we're pressing to their main compound, an old liquor warehouse two blocks west. I'm gonna take point." He said to what remained of his crapshoot of a crew before turning to the merc. "I want you to take the back, watch our six." Arguably the most important and dangerous spot after point. It was a sign of trust in her, or perhaps lack of trust in everyone else.

[member="Tegan Katarn"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Kael Rose"]'s voice dimmed as her attention slipped from him towards the corpse of the Bith.

Trying to follow a conversation while you could only hear one voice was an exercise of futility, one and the two, she didn't need to know the background and complexity of the situation. That wasn't why they had hired her, she was just an extra gun and right now the extra gun saw an upgrade in her future.

The rifle the bith had scavenged from the trandoshian was lying by the wayside, just next to the body. This one was easier to stomach, the wound thin and burned, covered by the rigor mortising hands.

Behind her the Sullustan - Fitz? Fazz? Fizz - coughed, eyeing the rifle as well. Tegan just brushed against the end of her revolver's stock, question in her eyes.

Do you wanna die right now? It was a bluff, there was no point in spilling blood over a rinky-dink rifle that was splattered around with blood. A thought that also entered Fizz's mind, who averted his eyes and simply joined Kael's other side.

Good doggie.

The rifle was picked up, she ignored the blood on it. Trying to brush it away now would only smear more of it over the stocking and receiver.

"Aye-aye, boss." Katarn's voice snapped through the silence, before taking the rear with her new rifle at ready. While they walked she shortly mused about the possible reaction from the Exchange- they were infamous for liking business nice, quiet and clean, this action... was anything but that.

Could be it would be too small for them to bother to step in, but you never knew.

 

[Zef Halo]

The dark jedi swung on the rope until he balanced himself to stand straight, that is when he unlatched the hook and it hurled back into its former position within the wrist launcher. Dagon crouched slightly and slid towards the nearest wall, all the while his senses trying to grasp at anything unusual. The voice within him had remained silent for some time now after he had commanded it to remain silent.

Cautiously, the Zambrano proceeded his trek forward through the barely lit hallway. The numerous holes that provided some sort of light were more of a hindrance to Dagon as his eyes could not adjust to the darkness rendering him visually blind. That is why he tapped into the Force, the power that could not be restrained by such issues.

Danger!

Was it after the warning rang in his or before it when by instinct Dagon tossed himself down on the floor not without any injuries though. He wanted to scream as the few burns on his left shoulder instantly made him sweat. However, the adrenaline rush that came within was what prevented him from shouting out of pain. As he moved out of the way of the onslaught of bolts, he was able to drop one rippling shockwave from his carbine at where the source of the fire was before Dagon magnetically sealed the carbine on the back of his waist. Great pain shook him as he did that. Complex movements with the left hand were a no.

The red blade of his lightsaber lit up as he rolled away and found cover behind some sturdy remains of a metal object. His lighsaber did give away his position but it also helped him defend against another possible onslaught.

His connection to the dark side of the Force was strengthened as the pain seeped in his veins like a fuel. As a Hand he rarely applied the Force but within him anger burned and his temptation to use the Force grew.

[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Kermon]

Midnight continued waking until he spied the entrance to a pub. He didn't get a good enough look to catch the name though. He sat down in a booth In the back of the room mostly so it wasn't too loud, but also because he didn't need to attract a lot of attention. If someone there saw him and knew Amira. To put it gently, he would be better off shooting himself. He glanced over the list of drinks and decided to order a root beer. He learned when in doubt order root beer, because at least then you won't accidently drink something with womprat dung. Midnight had made that mistake before and didn't plan on repeating it.

After some time a man who seemed rich entered through the doors of the pub and sat down a table away from Midnight with what seemed to be his friend. The pompous man started talking to his rodian friend about how he could use someone who was willing to capture the daughter of a once mighty sith lord. The rodian wouldn't do it, and as he walked away the man shot him in the back, and gave the waiter some extra credits and said "For the mess."

A few minutes later Midnight walked over and sat down by the man and said "I hear you have a job, but what's the pay?" The man responded "500,000 Credits alive 750,000 dead with proof."
"You got a deal pal." Midnight said walking off cautiously watching the man's movements." Now to find this Lily Kuhn" he thought.

 

[Kael Rose]

Either Kijo's plan was working, or they were running into a trap. The first block was relatively quiet coming forward, despite the lack of skills from his crew. Thugs and gun they might have been, but special ops sneaky they were not. Kael wasn't exactly a guy to blend into the crowd either, but he at least tried. Kael had a feeling if it wasn't for the management of the Hutt and his Vigo's this 'organization' would have never lasted. Quality control among the lower ranks seemed lacking. Then again what could you do with criminals? The top end you had the guys who got around the law, found the loopholes, abused the negligence of multipluralistic governments, but after that you mostly had guys who had no better options through one circumstance or another.

The second block was much like the first, much too quiet. The guys were starting to feel safe, like Kijo's plan was brilliant, but Kael just started to worry. Nothing ran this smoothly. Not with this kind of crew anyways. They found their way to what appeared to be the compound, side door. Locked electronically by a terminal next to it. Shouldn't be too much a problem, except their slicer was the Bith. Kael let out a deep sigh.

"Anybody here got any slicing experience?" He asked, and his crew just shrugged. That's what he got for not having a flex. "Alright Fizz, put an EMP on it." He said and then backed up. The sullustant would rig his little electrical charge, tell anyone that had any important electronics to get out the way, and detonate the wave. The magnetic seals were off, leaving only the deadbolt. Or rather a series of metal bars between the door and the wall, too thick to simply kick down. Kael pulled out a metal baton, then twisted it in two sections, opening up his San-Ni Staff then sliced between the door and it's frame with the power couplings before retuning it to it's baton form and putting it back in his jacket.

"Alright let's move." He said as he swung the door open. It was time to conduct some business.

[member="Tegan Katarn"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

Spoiler: Free

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A little over an hour after her official surrender to the Alliance had passed when the replies came, Lily hunched over her desk, still standing by the window, looking down at a list of names - people of power, members of the Krath - with the same uncertainty in her eyes she had when she'd given the message requesting assimilation with the rest of Alliance space. "Miss Kuhn, we've got the response." Came a small, feminine, voice from the doorway. Turning her attention away from the list she had at hand to glance at the source of the words, Lily caught sight of one of her attendants that had been pretty much acting as her secretary these days.

"What is the news, Nadja?" She asked, her voice not entirely as confident as it should have been. "A representative of the Galactic Alliance, visiting as a member of the Galactic Alliance Development Project, wishes to meet with you and other members of the government." The brunette replied, still standing outside of the room. "Is that all? No.. other.. requests?" "None, but they sounded hopeful to meet with you." Nadja said with an encouraging smile, as unhappy as many were that their monarch was under such pressure following the very obvious faltering of the One Sith earlier that week. "Very well. Are there any other messages for me?" Lily asked, looking back down at the lists of names, then towards the incinerator meant for destroying political and other classified documents.

"One, from a [member="Cerita Sarova"]. She represents Akure Executive Interstellar and wishes to meet with you regarding an opportunity to expand the business on Teta."

"Alright, let her - Miss Sarova - know that I will be made available later today after meeting with the representative from the Galactic Alliance. If they don't have plans to dispose of me - or our way of life - then I will push as hard as I can for the system's favor. We're done bending over for our Sith lords and ladies. I will head down to the conference room to meet with the Alliance representative." She said after a brief pause, sliding the paper on her desk towards the small incinerator, destroying any evidence of the underground world she'd been pulled into. "Yes! Right away, my lady." Nadja replied with excitement, rushing back down the hall to send notices to the individuals who had contacted the palace with the intent to meet with the empress.

[member="Rath Daagh"]