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[Miss Blonde]

"Okay so, here's the situation. It seems some branch of Sith are cleaning out parts of the Coruscant. It's not confirmed if it's a part of the One Sith government but I'm pretty sure we can say it is. Now these Sith aren't like your normal saber jockeys waving their huge force hard ons and sabers everywhere. These guys are tactical, methodical, and most importantly precise and quiet. They are pretty much made for operating on this kind of turf, they are the predators of the underworld."

Miss Blonde was standing in the cargo hold of a medium sized trade ship as it began its decent through the Coruscant service tunnels towards the underworld. As of last week she had met with a crime lord known as Mister Skrell and he had filled her in on the situation. The organization responsible for the recent killings across Coruscant were definitely Sith and unfortunately any witnesses as to where they were now camped out were all unreliable junkies and homeless, so that meant all they had was the general location where they were based. So they were going to have bring them out to play for a few hours.

"Now I for one believe in the spirit of free trade and enterprise, a world where we can sell what we want, do what we want, and not have to worry about some secret arm of the Sith smacking us around and taking profits. I am of the opinion that these less than savory edge lords needs to be dealt with in a very prompt and swift fashion. So we're going to hit them where they live, and in order to do that we're going to have to start in the slums to get what we want. So here's what we're going to do, right about now we're sitting on about two tons of product. We'll wheel it out and have ourselves a little fire sale for the junkies, make them think everything must go to destroy evidence. Now I'm sure the Sith won't like that, we keep our main strike force here and set an ambush for any of them that come our way." Miss Blonde would then point towards a few members of the Black Ties and their allies.

"And of course we're gonna do a little hunting ourselves. Operators, spread out and find these guys. Keep unseen and in the shadows where these cats operate. If you can confirm a hostile then you have permission to exterminate with extreme prejudice, and I mean extreme extreme prejudice." Miss Blonde chukled and then smiled at her men inside the ship's cargo hold.

"Now while I'm not for the killing of civilians pretty much everyone who lives here is a scumbag. So try not to kill them, but don't feel bad about it if you do. After all, we're not the good guys." Miss Blonde gave the crowd one last look over then gave her hands a clap.

"it's time, hunters take the engine room trap door out and everyone else bring up the armored nutrient packs and drugs and let's go make some money."

The freighter dropped down on a undercity landing pad and the cargo hold ramp dropped down to reveal a few men in black suits and ties wheeling out large cases of what could only be assumed as glitterstim due to the markings on the crates. Once the crates were open Miss Blonde stepped down wearing her medium power armor suit and holding a bullhorn before beginning to do what she did best, be a business woman who could sell.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! GLITTERSTIM GLITTERSTIM GLITTERSTIM!! EVERYTHING MUST GO!! HALF OFF ALL TENTHS AND OUNCES!! KILOS DIRT CHEAP!! STEP UP AND BUY!!" reaching over she clicked a button on her holopad and the ship's sound system began to blast music as she yelled through her bullhorn. This would get some good attention.

[media] https://youtu.be/d7IJ7IL1D1o [/media]​

Now Patricia didn't think these Sith would outright attack her and the people here, but send out some feelers to scope the situation. Yeah she was certain they'd do that, and she was quite certain that her operators would do a good job of rounding these people up and making them talk.


OOC

Spoiler

Welcome! This is a skirmish between the Black Tie Syndicate and the Sith Assasssins! Both admin teams of each faction have agreed that this will not escalate into a full on warzone so please limit your use of NPCs. There will be some urban combat but for the most part think spy v spy with a splash of firefights mixed in. So everyone have fun please enjoy the skirmish.

[member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Stardust"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Based on aforementioned factors, and the confessions of the captured personell, there is reason to suspect a new agent moving into the Coruscant Underground. Despite the discretion shown by our agents in the takeover, the irregularities have spawned unrest and rumour: It is known the Sith have moved in, however the nature of our organisation has not been leaked. Based on the evidence of this report, I suggest preparation and a more dilige- "My Lord. There are news."

Darth Ophidia, the Pale Assassin and Sphere of Mysteries, raised her gaze from the datapad with the latest report on the state of the Undercity. The burning eyes of the Sith Lord set on the holographic figure that spawned on her desk. She withheld a sigh and nodded for him to carry on with his message. Her left hand drummed on the table impatiently.

"Our new player may have moved more quickly than anticipated, I will send you the footage"

"TENTHS AND OUNCES!! KILOS DIRT CHEAP!! STEP-"

The footage was of the landing of the ship and opening of the glitterstim. From the perspective, the recording was made from the crowd, either a junkie or a worker at the spaceport. The Pale Assassin looked carefully at the faces, but did not immediately recognise any of them. Whether this was a considerable new force or not, she could not allow it to go without investigation. The report had only reinforced her prior concerns.

"Dispatch eyes, keep watch on them."

The transmission ended and a new one was opened over a new channel, one protected beyond means she was capable of explaining. She did not leave a voice message or an image of her face. What she sent out was a code to the assassins currently on the planet: Be on guard, potential enemy. To a few abroad, she issued orders for return and over-watch on the lower city ports. She did not issue an order to all, some were on missions of far greater import.

Lastly, she stood up and looked at her armour on its stand. Walking over to it, she placed her hands on the beskar cuirass. In the basket next to the armour, a serpent stirred and looked up at her with strange eyes. It was a creature alien from its kind and from this galaxy.

"Yes my dear, there will be blood."

Her dark outer robe fell to the stone floor, and the ashen-skinned woman begun dressing in the robes and padding of her trusted armour. Shell-spider silks, Corellian leathers, and plates of beskar. It took her a few minutes, but the safety it provided had meant the difference between life and death before. The serpent slithered out of its basket and over her feet, looking up at her and raising its chin expectantly.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Oi, Ferus. There's a recall. Somethings going on on Coruscant. Pale needs help." A single semi cybernetic voice sounded off. SICA, an AI built to pilot stealth ships, was currently in an apartment. The sparsely furnished room was devoid of everything but a pillow in the center, a holoterminal in the corner, and a fully stocked bar. Sitting at the bar was a dark cloaked figure, sipping at his whiskey.

At least he wasn't drunk yet.

Red eyes traveled over to where the AI image was, a brow raised on his face. Something was going down then? In the Underworld? A soft chuckle escaped the Sith's lips as he went back to his drink. "Keep a line open, and keep me appraised of the situation. It doesn't sound like much, but just in case. Also, get me in touch with my assets."

"All of them?"

Red eyes once more glanced over to the A.I., a smile forming.

"All of them."

"Very well."

With that, the image faded, and the machine mind got to work sending a summons order to all of Darth Ferus's assets. Come to his apartment, now. Short and simple. Darth Ferus however simply went back to his drink. Things were about to unfold, and he was brimming with excitement.

Assets: [member="Honas'di"] [member="Alexei Makarov"] [member="Sen Lon"] [member="Safiriel Bane"]
Tags: [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Death, Destruction, Fear;​

Till all my sleeves are stained red,​

I see the suns set.​

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Spiteful obsession, ​

Gaze into insanity,​

Inverted to flesh.​

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Confined in darkness,​

Creeping mist set to consume,​

Ruin ere the Sithlings.​

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[member="Darth Ophidia"]​

[member="Darth Ferus"]​

[member="Miss Blonde"]​

 

[Zef Halo]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=av12y93JFwM​

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Come to his apartment, now.​

No rest for the wicked.


Alexei had just been able to take a slight rest after the 'refurbishment' of the Sith Assassin's new home before Darth Ferus had ordered an immediate summoning to his apartment. Drinking a glass of double Corellian whiskey to engulf into a state of relaxation in one of the most high-end, elitist bars of Coruscant's top levels. The sniper had just been enjoying himself amongst the wealthiest residents of Coruscant. His career as a Sith Assassin had taken roots within him and thus such journeys to the most luxurious places were not only to appreciate the best of the best. No. A Sith Assassin was more than just a cold-blooded killer. Information was the most expensive and useful commodities one could get his hands onto and places such as this were the best to eavesdrop or engage in a meaningless conversation to extract information without the other realizing. Wealthy and influential tongues were the loudest here.

It didn't take long for Alexei to get all his needed arsenal up and ready, in the end he had been so used of doing so much. His sniper rifle safely in a suitcase, the sniper ignited the engines of the speeder and left towards the Sith Lord's location. Taught well by the Sith Assassins how to cover up his tracks and more or less due to his innate ability to be a marksman where stealth and invisibility were key in success, Alexei used the most unconventional route to arrive at the destination. Parking at a different place, he took a shuttle that stopped as close as possible to where the Sith Lord's apartment was.

The marksman entered the building of Ferus' apartment and took the turbolift to a floor below the Sith Lord's apartment. From there he took the staircase in a hurry to the upper floor and hurried through the empty corridor to end up before the doors of Darth Ferus' apartment. He rang the designated melody of the doorbell alerting that it was him - one of his assets rather than anyone else.

Patiently, Alexei awaited for the Sith Lord to allow his entry.


[member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Allies: The Black Ties & Friends
Enemies: The Sith Assassins

Although present in body, the Mandalorian was absent in mind.

As the shuttle hurtled through the murky heavens, Isley found himself seated in a rather cramped space. The cargo hold of the vessel was, at one point, spacious...but at present, it was filled to the brim. On all sides of the Mandalorian were crates, each packed to the brim with illicit product. Of course, there were more comfortable seats upon the Syndicate's ride to the Underground...but there were none as isolated. While Isley was indeed within earshot of his former employee's briefing, his helm provided the option to filter out external noise. As a result, the beskar-clad warrior was deaf to the world...but at the same time, vastly aware. With each breath, the clarity of his mind was strengthened. With each second, his focus became sharper.

For him, this was more than planting a flag in the criminal underworld. This. Was. War.

In time, the meditations of the Mandalorian were disturbed by a rather telling lurch. The shuttle touched down upon the Underworld's grime, and thus did Isley rise. He did not lend a hand in the movement of the illicit goods, for this was not his purpose. Rather, he kept a keen eye upon the afflicted souls marred by addiction. They came, drawn like moths to the flame, at the mention of cheap narcotics. And in response, the Mandalorian's gaze swam across every face that it could. He knew that the enemy would not make such obvious appearances; that would be too easy...but it wasn't above a Sith to strap a bomb to a drugee. Actually, that was exactly the sort of thing one could expect from their ilk.

So, Isley had to be ready. No. He was ready for whatever "fun" they brought to this sale.

Spoiler: Equipment

• Taozin Beskar'gam
• Terentatek Bodyglove
• The Darksaber
• CT-12 Jetpack
• Paragon Energy Shield
• "Lazy Eye" Edition, Merr-Sonn Power 5
• Yrkaa Sidearm
• Grenades: [x] [x] [x]

[member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Darth Ophidia"], [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/80912-the-rogue-armor-system/-Borrowed From owner with consent
x1 Ysalamir nutrient pack
x6 MP-SE grenades
x3 Tenloss multipurpose mine
x1 M9T11 pistol
x1 Tenloss Type 8 sub machine gun
x1 Stinger Gauntlet
x6 Bye-Bye Bio Grenades


Cyrus had stood and listened to the grand speech held by the Blonde. He was ever a silent operator, no words have left him sense his training years ago. It was a good speech, but Cyrus never cared who died when he operated, everyone was a potential target. He'd once wiped out and entire planets Senate for fun. Just riding along with some pirates. Once the ship landed, he instantly went off to set the trap.

In every alley way he found and could access in the immediate area, he placed traps, mines, VT-200 electro mines to be specific. All remote controlled to Cyrus' datapad. His Stinger Gauntlets were filled with various neurotoxins and paralytics, hallucinogens and deadly poisons.

Cyrus stowed himself in a shadowed balcony and signaled a silent green light to [member="Miss Blonde"]




[member="Alexei Makarov"] [member="Xan"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Stardust"] [member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

[member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="Isley Verd"]

[member="Alexei Makarov"] | [member="Xan"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]

"Well, they may be predators, but we ARE the underworld. We are the environment in which they try to survive, so I think it's time for some natural selection. See you on the flipside, Miss Blonde. I'll be your eyes in the skies by the time you're out there selling."

Eyes in the skies was referring more to what he'd be doing than where he'd be doing it from. He wasn't in the dropship with them. He had come to the planet two days prior and was now launching from the parking garage in their speeder van. A man and a woman were up in the front while he sat down in the enclosed back. Their destination was a street that was 10 blocks from the center of their area of operation. The van let down and Jarven quickly got out. He didn't waste any time; he slapped the back of the van's closed doors and headed into the alleyway.

He turned this way and that until he got to the back door of a hotel two blocks away. He rapped thrice on the door and waited in a doorway opposite of the hotel door. He would be out of sight from anyone traversing the alley until they passed by his door. The door opened on the hotel and Jarven walked over.

"Thanks, Armando," said Jarven as he slipped the man a hundred. Armando took the money, locked the door and vacated; never to be seen down here again. He was in the laundry room. He walked the length of the laundry room until he came upon a passcode protected, locked, metal door. It took him only a few minutes to hack the security device, open it and lock it behind himself. Inside this room was sewer access. He went down the ladder and began the trek to his operating room.

Guided by his datapad map, he would occasionally look up to see that the disarmed explosives were in place along the wall. He would step carefully over the tripwire area's traps, especially the few that he knew were hiding under the water level. They weren't live, yet, but he didn't want to set them out of place. The final trap was a construction det pack on top of a hub cover that was meant for emergency venting of water. Blow the cover and the tunnel would flood. It was a special construction type of explosive, which meant that the explosive blast was directed for maximum efficiency and the least amount of collateral.

He finally made it to his control center. The only legitimate way to get there was the way he had come. The other was an escape route that he would only take if he had his back to the wall. It was one of those dead end corridor rooms that acted as a nerve center for the area's wires and cables. He had spent yesterday tapping into the wires and establishing secure communications with his Syndicate channel. It would look like normal city communications if anyone peeked...at least, it was supposed to. It would require someone to tap into it physically themselves and decrypt the lines of communication, like Jarven had. If they did, they would become suspicious really quick because of the conversation matter.

The tech set-up was small, but good enough for the job he needed to do and the tunnel he needed to defend. He sat down in a small foldable gaming chair that he had lugged and gotten down here. It had taken a couple of trips from an even longer distance, but it was worth it. He settled in for the long haul and established a link with his people. This was the only place to do so and it required a hard link-up. The rest of the sewer was too thick and deep to get a good signal for any device.

 

[Keira Priest]

Music
Gear in signature.

Even if no one knew for certain who they had been dealing with, Keira had her suspicions above all else. This secret arm of the Sith sounded to her a lot like a certain Lord that had done his best to kill her twice now, and she knew him as one of their Assassins, above all else. If they had moved into the criminal underworld, then it certainly was high time that the Black Ties did what they could in order to eliminate that threat before it could further infringe on what had the capacity to be their territory. However, unlike her motivations in the past, she wasn't solely concerned with that expansion. One less Sith meant one less threat on the battlefield, something she was more than inclined to do her part in ensuring. If it meant one less of their kind, it was worthwhile.

For the most part she only half-listened to the briefing, focusing in when the single role that pertained to her was mentioned: finding the Sith on their own home turf before they could come to the Black Ties. It was what she was best equipped for, all told, and before the glitterstim was wheeled out her helmet was sealed to her armor, HUD sparking to life and granting her a far more detailed view of her surroundings. As if on some sort of automatic timer an image of Thalia manifested in the corner of her vision. "Listen, before you say anything, we both know that I'm always going to do the dangerous thing you warn against." At least in-helmet comms kept this conversation silent to the outside world.

"Very well." The AI's voice was terse, but the barest edge of a smile was there. "Anything you can find about these people is invaluable, even if it is the middle of a firefight. I trust your judgment." "And I yours...to a point." A retort was nearly on her lips before Thalia winked out of physical existence, appearing only as a voice in her ears for the duration of this ordeal. This was going to be a long fight, and certainly not an easy one, but she was ready. After all, there were far more likely unintelligent odds she had beaten over the years. If the past and time itself were any sort of indicator, she was famously skilled at surviving where most people would have found themselves six feet deep a long while before.

And just like that she was fully prepared for whatever might come her way. Without comment she stepped up to stand beside the only other Mandalorian present, studying the crowd for just a moment, speaking only a single word under her breath, "Vod." Within a few seconds she took her leave, melting into the streets of the metropolis, her departure drawing no immediate attention from those about, which wasn't that amazing of a feat given that anyone to be found in the immediate vicinity was an addict of some kind. On the streets, away from the clamoring of those surrounding the ship, that was where the real fun would begin.

[member="Jarven Zexxel"], [member="Cyrus Falcor"], [member="Isley Verd"], [member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Xan"]
[member="Alexei Makarov"], [member="Darth Ferus"], [member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Venthis Zambrano]

He would sleep in a dark alleyway in the underworld, with merely a strung up door and a half torn bed aswell as a near ruined bedside table, where he kept all of his belongings. He couldn't afford a house, he couldn't even afford a ship. He didn't care, he was fine with what he had... before a loud siren would emit from his electronic device.

After being awoken by his beeping commlink sat on his bedside table, which was somewhat ruined. He shot up, and ran out of the door, grabbing his spear as it leaned against the wall a few inches from the door. He would run in the shadows, before digging his claws into a wall, climbing up it with great speed, before leaping across a seat of buildings before reaching Ferus' Apartment, he would climb through one of the back open windows of the complex.

Entering into the room where Ferus sat he would stand there silently for a few moments before snapping his head to the doorbell as it rang. "I believe someone is at the door." He said in a deep, dark tone. Before stomping across the room clipping his spear into its holster on the wall and leaning back against one of the stained black walls.

[member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Alexei Makarov"] | [member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Minna]

In a dark corner of Ferus' apartment a sudden shift in the force occured, as if space itself somehow folded. From that moment on there were two small, fiery red eyes glaring outwards at those gathered. There were two others she could see so far; a strange barbaric-looking creature who held a crude spear, and [member="Darth Ferus"] himself. He would no doubt have sensed her entrance, but whether the creature did was questionable; his presence in the dark side of the force was miniscule compared to the two masters with him.

"The sniper." A child's voice emitted from the shadows, tinged with the slight prejudice she held against the man. Even though everyone was now aware of her presence, she remained in the dark corner forever staring outwards. Her hands were always by her sides, the only movement coming from her fingers flexing, brushing against the red material of her dress. Only when the Sniper entered the room would she flicker her gaze, examining him instead of the creature.

Until then she stayed still, a well of darkness swirling inside of her. Ferus had summoned the assassins for a reason, but what that was remained to be seen. She had only sensed their convergance, not received their signal, so for now she waited for all to become clear.

[member="Honas'di"] [member="Alexei Makarov"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Darth Ferus"] |

The criminal Empire that Darth Ayra was trying to create found itself ingrained in several star systems, in a wide array of sectors spanning the Galaxy. It wasn't as vast as the Black Sun Syndicate or the Red Ravens had been- with both organizations becoming actual governments at certain points- but the steady growth and accumulation of contacts, wealth and access to certain items was coming along steadily.

She was perfectly happy for others to believe themselves the leaders of their respective organizations. Particia Susan Garter was a perfect example of this. But Darth Ayra knew that the Black Tie Syndicate was only one part of the Empire that she would craft. Garter, Justice and the many other crime lords that the Sith Lord had met and befriended under the guise of Alicia Drey would be allowed their false sense of contentment with their lot. She had a vision and scope larger than their petty dealings, of which only served her as a pedestal to ultimate power in the Galaxy. Every beginning begun small, but Darth Ayra knew that only day she would rise and be anointed, such was her destiny and purpose given by the power of the Force.

It was by the very will of the Force that Darth Ayra found herself on Coruscant. She did not believe in coincidence. Everything that happened was interconnected and woven upon the tapestry that was the Force. For those who wielded the power of the dark side- the power to bend and shape that tapestry to their own design- was capable of shaping the Galaxy. But to those who could never fathom the intricacies of the Force would describe her presence on Coruscant as a coincidence.

That it was a coincidence that Alicia Drey was an associate of the Black Tie Syndicate, whilst at the same time, Darth Ayra had designs to one day gain the service of Darth Ferus and his legion of Sith Assassins. A coincidence then, that the criminal organization was about to begin a turf war with Ferus and his group. And perhaps another that she was planet side on the eve of the war. Darth Ayra had ventured to Coruscant for one thing. The archives of the Jedi Order, taken by the One Sith when they usurped the Jedi from their seat of power, could be found in the same temple that the Sith had taken for themselves. In pursuit of the long lost knowledge left over by the Order of the Sith Lords, Darth Ayra, by right, demanded that all that was left behind now belonged to her; and she would stop at nothing to gain what was rightfully hers.

As a consequence of her pursuit of the holocrons and knowledge of her predecessors, Darth Ayra now found herself on Coruscant, on the eve of war between the Black Tie Syndicate and Darth Ferus' Sith Assassins. Whilst she had no direct contact with the latter, having not spoken to Ferus in years and not knowing the assassins that served him, she had learned of the brewing conflict via her contacts within the organization. Garter had made the call for her to join the side of the Syndicate, but the leader of the Black Ties did not know of her Force-sensitivity or her connection to Ferus, meaning that her presence as a combatant could not be demanded of her, for she had kept her powers and knowledge in the Force a secret from them.

But the brewing situation could not be ignored. The Black Tie Syndicate were useful, with their access to Cortosis and Phrik ores. Garter, in particular, had proven useful, as it was she who had discovered Darth Bane's lightsaber and the Horde Holocron, that Darth Ayra required for her own personal uses. It was because of her that Darth Ferus still lived and breathed to this day, as it had been Ayra and her Sith Master, Darth Pandeima, who had brought him back to life, when Ayra had led the New Order. For both organizations to war another, culminating in the destruction of one side, was unacceptable for Darth Ayra and her plans. She would have to intervene.

But how? She did not want to reveal herself to Garter and her group nor did she want Ferus and his assassins to know that she was Alicia Drey, an associate of the syndicate. The revelation of either would jeopardize everything. It would reveal that Emeritus Industries was part owned by a Sith Lord. Chandrila Group and DataTech would be exposed. The veil of secrecy and subtly that she had woven for the past twenty years would be all out in the open. How could she possibly stop both sides fighting, without exposing herself to either of them?

She was quietly seething. She had not come to Coruscant to stop a war. She had come to reclaim the lost holocrons of the Rule of Two, furthering her own knowledge and understanding of the dark side. This is a test, she thought. A true Dark Lord of the Sith would be able to resolve this and turn it into something that could be gained from. As she thought over plan, it suddenly dawned on her. If Ferus and his assassins enter service to me, then there would be no war. That is what I must do. Gain the allegiance of Ferus before he destroys the Black Tie Syndicate!

Sat in the antechambers of the Sith Temple on Coruscant, Darth Ayra turned off the computer she had been using to access the archives. Rising from her seat, the Sith Lord turned to leave and begin her search for Darth Ferus before he crippled her operations.

 

[Miss Blonde]

"EVERYTHING MUST GO!! THE FIRST TASTE IS FREE!!" Miss Blonde said on her bullhorn.

With her power armor she flipped the lids off the cases of product and began to toss baggies of Glitterstim into the now growing crowd. What had started off as a few junkies now became a fevered mob of users and addicts, hell even some of the more casual users were here cheering as the woman threw their vice at them.

A few fist fights even broke out as junkies began to squabble over dime bags and ounces, it was exactly what the Crime Lord wanted. This kept going until the block was lined with people trying to get some of the magic that was glitterstim. With everything going so cheap and with the higher quality of product flowing they would be able to cut revenue off from whoever these people were with sustained business.

"All operators are a go, I'm sensing some serious dark side juju so I think they know we're here. Find their location, converge and destroy. Papa Bear you and Miss Nothing take point and end them. We've got Tin Man running overwatch and other mobile assets. Good hunting." Miss Blonde said from the confines of her helmets very secure and encrypted comm system.

"FRESH FROM KESSEL!! RIGHT OFF THE BOAT FROM DREDD!! FINEST IN THE GALAXY!!" The woman went back to getting the crowd in a frenzy to get their operation going, first impressions were key after all.

But the orders were given and the hunt would begin, all the Sith needed to do was play their hand and with their operators moving unseen they'd snatch them up into the trap.

"Let's give them something to dance to." Patricia said to herself as she pressed a few buttons on her wrist load.

[media] https://youtu.be/mC57rpO8ChA [/media]​

The ship's speakers would again boon it's music across the undercity for hundreds of meters, Patricia was sure to shell out for the more expensive speakers with the heavy bass.

[member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Xan"] [member="Alexei Makarov"]v[member="Isley Verd"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Honas'di"] [member="Darth Valtryx"][member="Darth Ayra"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Within one of the apartments that filled a building near to the recently liberated by the Sith Assassins column within the Coruscant Underworld that supported the Upper Levels, a miasma of light devouring shadows filled the sparsely populated room. The empty floor plan was broken only by a bed and a cupboard, both of which were sparse in design, frugal and simple, made with only their intended usage in mind with no thought given to any embellishments or aesthetics. In the center of the room was a candle that cast a flickering orange sphere of light that fought back the encroaching shadows with a futile determination.

Positioned in front of the candle was the kneeling figure of a tall Zabrak, his tanned skin harshly illuminated by the light cast by the shadow. Dark tattoos wove their way across the pronounced muscles that layered his torso before diving beneath the dark coloured and loose shell-spider silk trousers that the Zabrak wore, the only scraps of cloth that he wore, leaving the rest of his body bare to any that might have been n the position to observe him through the thick darkness that filled the room. Dark grey hair that was puled into dreadlocks that were woven around the large, jagged and - to those with keen eye sight - blood stained horns (known as Orat in the Zabrak language - Ul'Zabrak) before it was left to hang down the back of the Zabrak's neck, reaching down to the middle of his back. Much like on his body, dark tattoos could be found on the Zabrak's face, two of the tattoos wind their way up from underneath his chin, following the arc of the cheekbones. Six of the tattoos crawl their way from the bridge of his nose, three on either side, one stopped bellow the eye sockets while the other two wove their way toward the temple, where they reached across his forehead, following the hair line. In the middle of his forehead, two tattoos formed an inverted triangle. The Zabrak had one tattoo that did not match the style of others, one that was printed across his stomach, his name; Xavka Duquo.

Despite the mundane appearance of the situation, to those that were sensitive in the Force more was happening than what was apparent. Stands of the reality spanning field were being draw into the body of the kneeling Xavka. The condensation of the Dark side of the Force, for that was what Xavka was drawing upon, within the confines of the room cast an aura of maliciousness and anger that was able to be felt by any that was passing by the room. As Xavka drew the Dark into his body, he set about stripping it of its darker emotions, returning it to a neutral force of power that held no connection to either the Dark or the Light; the effort of doing so was labor intensive and caused a thick coat of sweat to cover his brow. Once he had neutralised the drawn in Force, removing the physically damaging effects that accompanied the Darker nature, Xavka began to run it through his body.

Although the effects of the invasion of Lujo had long since past for many, the pain of the injuries that he had taken during that time still plagued Xavka, sending shocks of white hot pain streaming through his nervous system, robbing him of his focus at the wrong moments. It had only been recently, through a steady dosage of time in a Kolto tank and Force Healing that Xavka's battered body had begun to recover. However, the marks of what he had gone through, both in the past and in the invasion, still remained. His left arm was lost, taken by an explosion, that had since been replaced by a cybernetic prosthetic. Numerous scars ran across his body, carving deep into his skin, leaving behind permanent reminders of the mistakes he had made and later learnt from. The final sign of his past trials was easily visible to any who looked. Even though Xavka's gaze was locked on the flame atop the candle, the light was reflected in only one dull orange eye, lost within the empty right eye socket.

As Xavka focused on drawing the Force into himself, Xavka lost himself in meditation by focusing on the lone sound he could hear within the room, the strong and steady sound of his dual hearts pumping his blood rapidly around his body. The steady rhythmic pulse echoed within his head, casting aside any thoughts that began to bloom into being within his mind before they could take root. However, the sound of his two hearts was soon drowned out by the high pitched sound coming from within the cupboard.

Rasing his gaze from the candle to stare at the cupboard, Xavka's face stayed emotionless and blank as he smoothly rose to his feet, the action taking no more effort than was absolutely necessary, speaking of the hours upon hours of training Xavka had forced his body through. Padding over to the cupboard on silent, bare feet, Xavka swung the door open to stare at his hanging robe, from which the high pitched sound was coming from. Reaching into one of the many concealed pockets of the robe, Xavka removed a datapad and, after a few seconds, opened the alert than had come through on one of the secure channels the Assassins used. 'Be on guard. Potential enemy.'

Grunting slightly, Xavka replaced the datapad before removing the thick leather armour that hung next to the robes. The armour covered only his shoulders, upper arms and lower stomach and back, serving to protect as much as possible while keeping maneuverability in mind. Over the top of the armour plates, Xavka began to secure his variety of weapons before pulling on the robe, letting the heavy cloth settle across his shoulders, obscuring his form from view.

Sweeping over to the candle, Xavka knelt down to extinguish the candle, casting the room into full darkness, letting the shadow reign. Within the darkness, Xavka began to reach out through the Force, seeking the Presences of the potential enemies, doing his best to smother and hide his own Presence as he did so; his experience as being an Assassin assisting him in doing so.

 

[Sen Lon]

[member="Darth Ferus"]

The streets were busy today as the new student of Ferus walked through the bustling underbelly of Corascant. The spice scene was up in arms and it seemed as if the mess they had just cleaned up was already growing back like weeds. He would soon dissappear like smoke in the breeze as he made his way to his masters apartment. He would wind and twist through streets to make sure he wasn't being tailed.
As soon as he made sure he was alone and not being followed he would arrive at his destination.
He knocked at his masters door waiting to be informed why he had been summoned.

 

[DHK-51]

Allies: Sith Assassins
Enemies: Black Tie Syndicate

HK-51 stood with [member="Darth Ferus"], silently observing the situation. It was the first time that it's new master had taken it on a mission, and it was itching for a target. But for the moment, it would have to wait, just as it's new master was waiting for something.

 

[Keira Priest]

Gear in signature.

Before [member="Miss Blonde"] had broadcast her message over the secure comms, alerting them to the presence of those Sith in the area, Keira had been aware of their emergence. It was difficult not to detect those which you had clashed with countless times, having been honed into the perfect weapon to bring them down. They seemed to be gathering at one location, a move that was calculated and foolish both, in her eyes. Evidently the distraction had been noticed, as she wasn't one to believe this was all a big coincidence. The Sith were mobilizing, and it was only a matter of time before they dispersed into the city, making them more difficult to find. It would be best to strike now, before they had the chance. Of course, that was easier said than done.

With some effort on her part she shrunk her presence in the Force down to nothing. If another was hell-bent on locating her via the ethereal they would be able to do so, but she was counting on her adversaries not being willing to put an extensive amount of time into such a thing. Hopefully they weren't betting on these intruders being anything more than the typical crime ring looking to expand their territory, which was where the Black Ties had the metaphorical high ground. With people like her ready and waiting for a fight, they had something far different in store than just another routine and simple kill. If luck held out it would be the Sith that fell instead, and she would do whatever it took to make that happen.

"Reports indicate there are a number of individuals congregating in one room within a nearby apartment building." That was the news she had been waiting for. "Give me an address." A small map materialized in the upper left corner of her HUD, a single red blip indicating her intended destination. "I would advise a stealth approach. Given who we're dealing with--" "Really? I was thinking of knocking on the door politely. With a rocket, of course." The chances of her being able to actually attempt such a stunt were slim to none, but the thought of it was amusing enough by itself. She doubted the Sith were stupid enough to let themselves be wiped out so easily, and it was that which made this all the more interesting.

As she continued in her path towards the specified locale she inherently detected Thalia's disapproval, a fact that only heightened her amusement. What Patricia had been hoping to achieve by granting her the companion was something to be deliberated over another day, but for the moment there was work to be done. Within a few minutes she reached the apartment complex, and after studying its exterior for a moment or two began walking up the stairs to the predetermined floor, half-suspecting that those within had already departed. As always she was ready for anything, carefully observant of her surroundings. If past experience told her anything, she wouldn't be alone for much longer.

[member="Jarven Zexxel"], [member="Cyrus Falcor"], [member="Xan"]
[member="HK-51"], [member="Sen Lon"], [member="Xavka Duquo"], [member="Darth Ayra"], [member="Darth Valtryx"], [member="Honas'di"], [member="Alexei Makarov"], [member="Darth Ferus"], [member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

The winds in a rather dark allyway picked up and whirled about rustling garbage and even unsettling a dumpster. Then the ally lit up with blue and purple energy in a flash. There was a loud boom and then everything fell silent. There was no activity at all and yet one could sense him in the shadows, He was here on Coruscant. Xan. Peeking stepping into the very dim light Xan was covered in a pitch Black suit from head to toe, In the darkness he could not be seen.

Looking around he sniffed the air slightly. Expelling the air rather quickly Xan shook his head slowly and emitted a deep unnatural groan. This place stunk and was heavily overly populated. The Darkside surrounded the Undercity with strong effect. There was much going on here. Listening to the comms Xan tilted his head hearing about a apartment. Walking back into the darkness he vanished as he departed to the nearby buildings but his odd presence in the force remained in the area as a warning to those who could sense it. He was coming.

" Sith." He muttered to himself

[member="Darth Ferus"]
[member="Xavka Duquo"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member="Darth Valtryx"]
[member="Honas'di"]
[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

http://starwarsrp.ne...e-armor-system/-BorrowedFrom owner with consent
x1 Ysalamir nutrient pack
x6 MP-SE grenades
x3 Tenloss multipurpose mine
x1 M9T11 pistol
x1 Tenloss Type 8 sub machine gun
x1 Stinger Gauntlet
x6 Bye-Bye Bio Grenades




Cyrus awaited on a balcony for the Sith to arrive, but when Blondes words came over his comm, he took off along the rooftops to rendezvous with [member="Keira Ticon"] at the aforementioned apartment. A confined space and perfect for killing. Landing on the roof of the apartment building, Cyrus sniffed out the ventilation systems. Looking to find the one that led to the lower levels he dropped three ByeBye Bio-grenades into the shaft and as they popped, they began to pumped deadly chlorine gas into the air ducts. Soon the apartment would smell of sweet pineapple and begin to wreak havoc on the Sith inside. First, burning their throats and eyes, then, with each breath they took, the gas would eat away at the lungs and esophagus, until they began choking on their own blood.

Cyrus remembered the Jedi on his side would be entering the area soon, so he pinged her on his comms with the Biohazard warning. The Surgeon was about to remove some cancerous cells from the Coruscant underbelly.


[member="Xan"] [member="HK-51"] [member="Sen Lon"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Darth Ayra"] [member="Darth Valtryx"] [member="Honas'di"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Alexei Makarov"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Good, I'm glad so many of you made it. In fact, more than you know. We're under attack. I believe from the gangs we've been taking care of. It was only a matter of time before they started to figure it out though, right?" There was a small chuckle from the Sith as he thought about it. Bandits, gang bangers. They wouldn't amount to much. That was, until the voice of SICA once more filled the room. ​"Sorry to interrupt, but we have a problem. Facial scanners have picked up a rather familiar face."

"Bring up the holo then."

Within the center of the room for all to see showed a small clip of [member="Keira Ticon"] stepping down the street towards the apartment. How she found this place was beyond the Sith. How many apartments had many people congregating together, especially when there was a feast of drugs going around. Perhaps what was far more impressing was who it was. A grin was offered as he stared at the armored persons form. He didn't know who it was, but he could tell this person wasn't here to play nice.

"@Xavka Doquo , [member="Alexei Makarov"] . Deal with her. The rest of you, fan out. There are bound to be more." As he spoke, another alarm went off, one set by [member="Cyrus Falcor"] getting onto the roof of Ferus's apartment. A laugh escaped the Sith as another holo was brought up, showing the man walking his way to the vents. Did he honestly think that if this was the Sith's home that he could so easily walk there? " [member="Honas'di"] , deal with him. [member="Sen Lon"] , [member="Darth Valtryx"] , find targets, eliminate them. They think they can get on our turf and walk where they want? They'll find out how wrong they are soon enough. [member="HK-51"] , stay with me. SICA, make sure our guest above doesn't get too far with his plans."

"Yes sir."

With that, the ventilation shaft was shut, cutting off any way for the gas to get anywhere but the rooftop. Ferus on the other hand would get up from his seat, pulling out the hilt of his lightsaber. There would be war tonight.