Dominion If You Like Piña Keladas | GA Dominion of Kelada and Quarzite

[Spirit of Patience]

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KELADA AND QUARZITE

Turning beyond The Core, The Galactic Alliance stretches to welcome those a part of the Inner Rim into the fold. In the shadow of Darkwire’s influence, the planets Kelada and Quarzite require some level of stabilization.

These worlds are used to operating under looser conditions, with less formalized establishments, and while they welcome the credits that come with The Alliance’s offered stability, some of the citizens are more inclined to operate on the darker (web) side of things.

OBJECTIVE I: And gettin' caught in the rain

On a planet where the atmosphere makes for inhospitable air travel, those on Quarzite find themselves deep, deep underground.

Amidst the caverns, in an exploration for other methods of travel –– whether be it for warmachines or alternatives for the subroutes of Coruscant –– those looking to make an investment are witnessing a specialized demonstration of a unique method. The subtram.

All seems to be going well,the demonstration is impressive.. until..it gets hijacked.

Great. Now someone needs to figure out if this was a cyber attack, real people, or if it's just a faulty performance and not worth investing in.

OBJECTIVE II: I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon

Just away from the major docking backs, there’s a smuggler’s favourite Cantina nestled amidst the warehouses –– and it’s the touchpoint for an active contract issued for the detainment and capture of a legendary hacker who threatens the ongoing 865 ABY elections.

Known only by their pseudonym, Plague (PL46U3), the SIA’s Ripley Kühn has identified trace threats about sabotaging the upcoming elections. After weeks of following intermittent digital footprints, and dark web, the hacker has revealed their intentions.

PL46U3 has boasted they have created a virus that accesses all the private holonet servers of each candidate, and is willing to deliver this packaged ability to the highest bidder. And they’ve arranged to meet the highest bidder in Lorana’s Labyrinth at 23:00.

If you find yourself in the cantina, and can navigate through the mirrored labyrinthine layout, apprehend and disable PL46U3 and their highest bidder. The only identifying traits PL46U3 had revealed about themselves, is their bionic hands and affinity for stylish eyewear.

OBJECTIVE III: And cut through all this red tape

Receiving a well-timed tip that pirates are moving in to take advantage of the low security along the Corellian Trade Spine, courtesy of the Byss conflict, the GADF rallies to create an emergency blockade against nefarious opportunists.

Those that aren’t present at the Byss negotiations might find themselves here, contesting against The Exchange.

BYOO - There was this letter I read

Cyber space at your pace

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[Dorian Sevanar]

Kelada , Colonies
Inside Lorana's Labyrinth
Objective II - Acquire Virus
Alias : Adam Versili

Recently the Politorate had heard about a Hacker by the pseudonym of PL64U3 or Plague and his claims about a new Virus capable of accesses all the private holonet servers of the Current Candidates for the 865 ABY Elections. To the Politorate this both posed a Threat and a potential opportunity for them all-together. While the acquisition of the Virus could potentially give the Politorate the tools needed to blackmail Chancellor Chandra into letting Sularen keep his throne on Byss , the Virus could also accelerate the removal of Sularen from power by potentially exposing his dealings with the BotM and the Politorate.

It was imperative that Sevenar recover the Virus at all costs to ensure that Sularen could gain the upper-hand against the Alliance as it could change the tides of the ongoing conflict between Sularen and the GA. Thus Dorian Sevenar soon found himself infront of one of the Three Entrances of Lorana's Labyrinth flanked by the Phantom and 2 Politorate Agents. According to intel this was were Plague could be found with the only identifying traits being bionic hands and affinity for stylish eyewear which would make their task way much difficult.

And with a breifcase filled with Millions of Credits , Sevenar and his Operatives entered the Cantina ready to find their prize. "Alright looks like we should split up in pairs , it would allow us to find our target faster." Sevenar said as they entered the Cantina , "Agent P , your with me. Thomson and Thompson you guys will be paired up. If you two find Plague then contact me immediately and activate your tracking beacon so that i can find you. Now let's get ourselves a Virus"

And with that the Two Pairs split off in search of their man with the Phantom activating her Personal Cloaking Device in order to avoid detection from any potential hostiles such as the SIA. They had to find the Virus first , as who knows who else knew about the Virus and wished to get their hands on it. Sularen's Fate in the Core Worlds depended on this Mission and if they failed it would cost them dearly. Failure was not an option and they needed to succeed at all costs.

Tags | Open ​

 

[Kyr]

Objective I
Post I

Crystals glimmered and reflected as far as the eye could see. The minerals were all manner of shape and size with a number of smaller ones wedged between their superior brethren. With the relatively quiet hum of the subtram to provide ambiance and the glinting crystal formations just beyond the confines of the transport, there was little doubting that the trip from one portion of Quarzite to another was scenic and pleasant. Compounded eyes blinked shut for a moment, allowing the quiet sound to overtake all other senses, simply enjoying the peaceful scenery in all of its many aspects.

What manner of creature dwelled within the confines of these crystalline caverns? What sort of vegetation had hewn itself through abrasive rock and rigid soil in order to implant itself here within these caverns? Were there herbivores and predators? Were there insects and parasites hidden somewhere within the cave system? Perhaps entire indigenous peoples could be secreted away within the confines of these mighty stone tombs, and yet who would know if they never ventured away from the subtram's proverbial tracks.

Kyr opened his eyes anew, though this time he refocused his attention on the interior of the subtram, the empty-looking cabin reminding him of his own hidden existence. There had been other persons throughout the train system - there still were - but Kyr had thought it best to leave them to their own devices. The gazes... the looks were unpleasant, and the commotion that was caused when he had attempted to maneuver through the crowd had been ill-conceived. Stamping down on someone's feet when one weighed as much as Kyr was destined to cause a touch of bad blood, but it could not be helped... the subtrams were designed for scores of humanoids, not for his broader kindred.

He had come to test out the system, to provide his humble opinion on whether it functioned well enough for adoption into different portions of the Alliance. He was not brought because he was an expert in such matters of engineering, nor even because he now served as a member of the New Jedi Order. Instead, he was invited to help demonstrate the effectiveness of such transports for quadrupeds and others of similar make and build. He did not dislike the idea of assisting others... he simply wished that there had been fewer of them on Quarzite.

It was better here with the cargo and the packaging. It was not as if though there was too little room to move and maneuver, simply too many people in the other cabins to do so well. Here, though, the insectoid could gaze out at the universe in peace, and feel the tranquility as it solemnly gazed at him, vision reflected back by a thousand troves of crystal mirrors.

 

[H3xle]

://Kelada, Anarid Cluster
://Lorana's Labyrinth
://Objective II: Acquire or Destroy Virus

://K'Jali sat at her table, her eyes nearly hidden behind an augmented reality lens displaying information to her, but appearing almost opaque from the other side. She wore a dark suit of clothes that could pass for a subdued nightlife outfit or a background lackey at an office. Her fingers danced in the air, manipulating whatever was on her screen. She practically ignored the music around them, sat as she was in a corner away from the bar. The place was packed, which was fairly normal, though the goings-on tonight were far from normal, in her estimation.

"Did you want a refill on your drink?" A familiar voice cut through the music and brought K'Jali's head around. She tapped a bit of tech at her temple and the AR screen vanished from around her eyes. She blinked to help herself get used to the gloom of the room after spending so many minutes deep in her screens. Her eyes focused and took in the waitress who had the luck of serving her the past few nights.

"Yeah, thanks." She let herself slump slightly into her seat, forcing herself to relax. She felt tight in her shoulders, and a dull ache in her lower back told her she was likely to be slow if she got up suddenly. "Thanks," she said again, chuckling to herself, "I needed to take a break. Can you bring something fried as well, I don't want the drinks to go to my head again."

Over the past few nights, K'Jali had been in there, dancing part of the night, working another part. Her personal area network that people could see as existing around her was focused on her cover, reports on economic policies impacting the Corellian Trade Spine. The documents were behind a decent security apparatus, but both were a ruse. She had a skin-linked personal area network that was focused on slowly slicing into the cantina's network, slowly intercepting data to give her increasing levels of access. There was a sale going down here soon, and she needed to either win the sale or know who did.

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

BYOO // QUARZITE
Otto Blank | TF

The Starbird continued to spread its wings from the Core, now expanding into the region of space previously occupied by the Corporate Authorities of Denon. The growing Galactic Alliance brought with it untold opportunities for prosperity, and while the new citizens of the Alliance witnessed stability that brought them a better life, ultimately it was the pockets of powerbrokers and megacorporations which benefitted the most.

And none stood to benefit more than the Trade Federation, the galaxy’s premiere business conglomerate.

With the Alliance borders about to encompass the world of Quarzite, Aerarii Tithe had come to meet with the only native of the planet he knew - Otto Blank . The inclusion of the inhospitable planet into the Alliance would bring with it opportunities for commerce and profit, but first, he needed to understand how the local government could best be negotiated with. There was also the matter of the Trade Federation’s interests, and how they could best be served by the changing allegiance of Quarzite.

“Ahh yes, Otto, sit sit,” Tithe exclaimed as he rose from his seat. He’d booked out the most lavish restaurant on Quarzite for the occasion to ensure their talks had the necessary privacy. “It has been far too long I say, far too long. I trust that business has been well?”

 

[Lao Pak]

OBJ 2
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The Labyrinth wasn't exactly a second home to Lao Pak, but it was definitely one of his favorite haunts. He had an apartment not far from here that he used only when he came to this place first. Otherwise, it was just a dump and had none of the comforts he usually afforded himself. Especially after becoming one of the richest smugglers in the Galaxy after that Holocron sale. He had no idea what was inside, but he hoped they were fakes. He hadn't liked the people he sold them to very much, too high and mighty...Except the hairy one. Lao Pak didn't like him because he just smelled like wet bantha.

He sniffed.

The music was loud, so loud that he thought the glass might have been vibrating.

He was here for a job. Someone wanted a legendary hacker, a prodigal code slicer, for something. Apparently they had been messing with the recent Alliance elections, not that he cared. The person who DID want them though seemed not to care either. His benefactor probably just wanted them to slice them unlimited credits or something. That's what Lao Pak would have done. He sighed wistfully thinking of having his own personal code slicer to do whatever he wanted.

"Sir. If we are to detain the target you should stop drinking. That is your fourth Port in a Storm and from my estimation, despite it being a watered-down falsification-" The Basilisk bartender behind the mirrored counter scowled and folded his four massive arms across his chest, "Its alcohol content is still much higher than your standard beverage." Lao Pak burped in response.

"Lao Pak does best work on stims. You take Lao Pak's stims away, flush down toilet like dead pet fish." He took another long drink, "This closest thing." But the Corellian Hunter Killer was right. They had a job to do, and raking up his tab at Lorana's wasn't getting them anywhere. Lao Pak hopped from his seat and sighed.

"Let's go Robot."

 

[Dagon Kaze]

BYOO - Locked In
Yula Perl​

A shopping mall
Predominantly smuggled goods
The mark-up's too damn high

The pallid mask that had become Dagon Kaze's face was one conjured of existential fear. No, the Dark Lord of the Sith did not stand before him, merely the pyre of Yula Perl's boxes of clothes, jewelry, and other items. The length of receipts was long enough that he could probably hang himself on one of those large lights hanging from the ceiling. That option tempted him far more than it should have.

Rest and recreation. Therapy. She had called the destination of their trip all sorts of different labels that did not correlate in Dag's mind with shopping. She had berated him for either being a workaholic or having dull R and R ideas which somehow also involved work. She had done all in her power to yank him out off the under levels of Coruscant, far from the noise of crime and into the noise of cash registers going ape.

And as he sat there, buried in all sorts of stuff, on a large pouf, Dagon experienced a roller coaster of emotions; one he had not been on since...ever. From disdain and impatience to stress and irritation.

His cry for help was a cry in the desert.

 

[Yula Perl]

One evening. That was all she wanted. A few hours to hang out with Dagon that didn’t begin or end with work.

That wasn’t much to ask, right? They were, nudge, friends after all. He needed to take a break before the work swallowed him whole, she’d said. And not another night on the couch with takeout and a holoflick they’d only watch half of.

His lack of enthusiasm at the prospect of retail therapy went unacknowledged. Even now, buried under bags of knockoff clothes, shoes, and jewelry, his spirits still hadn’t lifted.

“Dagon, which one?” She’d pulled the same move on Nar Kreeta, only this time, the pair of lip glosses she held up were nearly identical. “Scarlet Sunrise or Cranberry Crush?”

Yula turned to the sales associate, a Gamorrean woman decked out in heavy-handed, vibrant cosmetics.

“Fell off the back of a speeder truck.” She grunted.

Dagon Kaze

 

[Otto Blank]

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Objective | Establish good relations with the Alliance
Location | Otto's Palace
Company | Aerarii Tithe

The large Belugan prince lounged on his side as his split maw opened up to let out a loud yawn, his hands coming together to clap as a slave came forward with a plate of oorps, Otto reaching out as he took a handful of them and shoved them into his gaping mouth before messily devouring them as an attendant began to step forward, waiting for Otto to enjoy his morning snack. Otto would raise and arm up as he wiped his maw with the back of his hand before speaking in his usual slobbery tone, " What do we have for today? " ​

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The attendant bowed before listing off a schedule of meetings. The prince lazily waved his hand as if just barely acknowledging it all until the attendant spoke of a new detail, " Also the Galactic Alliance has requested a meeting, an individual by the name of Aerarii Tithe. He humbly invites you to eat with him. " Otto would pause as he looked over at the attendant before bellowing out, " CLEAR MY SCHEDULE. AND PREPARE A BANQUET FOR TITHE'S ARRIVAL. BRING HIM HERE TO ME. " He sat upright as he began to clap his hands together. " The palace staff would scramble at the sudden order given by the prince.​

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The palace was prepared for Aerarii's arrival as an emissary was sent to where Aerarii had initially set up a meeting. A lithe Belugan would bow before Aerarii before speaking, " His Royal Rotundness invites you to his palace. Please come with us. " By the time Aerarii would arrive Otto was already waiting as he was rubbing his grimy little hands together in anticipation before stretching his arms out and bellowing, " The legendary Aerarii Tithe, as I live and breathe. Welcome to my world~! "​

 

[Ruus]

OBJECTIVE III​

Forces

Spoiler

LAAT/le Patrol Gunship
Spaceport Security Droids 5/5

Tags: Open

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Ruus' eyes felt an uncomfortable sting from the flashing red lights, his ears began to ring at the endless scream of claxons. He pressed the white helmet over his head and for moment he was shrouded in darkness until his visor flickered to life, a facial recognition scanner moved its box across every object in calibration until it came to rest in the middle of his vision. His right hand stuffed his DC-17 into the black holster with a firm shove, a magnetic clack let him know that it was secured. Ruus walked with a brisk, purposeful, pace out of the gear room as a several Sector Rangers in varied equipmented rushed past him at the outpost.

In the hangar several platoons worth of security droids marched to LAAT/le Patrol Gunships marked with Sector Ranger livery. An astromech droid zipped over to him then and beeped with earnest "I understand." he replied in Galactic Common then followed the droid to his assigned unit. Five Spaceport Security type droids were waiting in the crew bay of the LAAT/le. One arm was occupied with a blaster while the other held onto the hand holds from the ceilings. There was one spot left for Ruus who took a step up into the hovering gunship and raised his left hand to hold the stirrup "Last man." he reported through his helmet to the droid pilot "Affirmative." as the LAAT/le began to ascend and taxi to the opening of the Ranger outpost Ruus looked to the other units most likely going to other locations around the Core Worlds "Ruus." an organic voice sounded in the officer's helmet "I'm sure you read your mission brief. So I'll recap. Pirates are taking a swing at the trade lanes because of the heightened posture around Byss. You are to aid in the construction of the blockade." the man finished to which Ruus asked "Just my unit? Hardly enough to stop a rush." there was silence "Ruus you're the only one we can risk to send. If any more Rangers turn up we'll send them." the speaker said in a deflated tone "The GADF will take up the heavy lifting. You're there to represent the Ministry of Justice in this mission." another pause "Ruus we believe you can do this." Ruus gave a nod, to which none could see "Don't worry Commissioner, I'll handle it."

Within seconds the gunship had reached the outside world then with haste turned on its sirens and declaration lights as it sped through the low orbit of Coruscant, and as soon as the droids had clearance the gunship activated its Hyperdrive. Ruus felt the jarring sensation of standing while going into Hyperspace, though he saw nothing but a metal door before him. Dim white emergency lights lit up the interior. Every so often the LAAT shook which caused the droids and Ruus to sway "260 seconds to destination."

 

[Dagon Kaze]

BYOO - Locked In
Yula Perl
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“Dagon, which one?” She’d pulled the same move on Nar Kreeta, only this time, the pair of lip glosses she held up were nearly identical. “Scarlet Sunrise or Cranberry Crush?”

If he could, Dagon would've clawed his eyes out at the sight of two completely identical lip glosses; but even that ability was taken away from him by the billion and one items that kept his hands occupied.

The Jedi spiraled through a tornado of emotions and urges visible on his face. He cringed, pursed his lips, blew an air of tension through his mouth, and finally asked, "How. Are. They. Any different?" the irritation leaking into his tone was evident as much as Dagon tried to keep it at bay.

Scarlet Sunrise.

Cranberry Crush.

Mauve Brick.

Peachy something.

All names that would haunt him in his nightmares.

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

BYOO // QUARZITE
Otto Blank | TF

Retainers from Blank's palace greeted Tithe at the restaurant he had organised for their meeting and whisked him to the Belugan's imposing palace. The most striking feature of the massive building was how fragile it appeared from the exterior, with tall narrow spires in complete opposition to the oppressive gravimetric pressure which Quarzite was known for. The architecture was an overt display of Blank’s wealth - few others on the planet could afford the number of pressor beams required to keep the palace standing.

“Your hospitality is as winsome as ever,” he replied to his host and Trade Federation colleague. “And I see you have kept in, ah, good health.” The Belugan had managed to expand his girth since their last meeting, something Tithe would not have thought possible.

The Vice Chancellor took a seat and surveyed the banquet laid out before him. Some of the delicacies were familiar to him, including cuts of meat from animals he was certain were extinct. He selected a morsel he hoped was compatible with the human digestive system.

“The Alliance offers prosperity and security,” Tithe explained. “But most importantly, favourable economic conditions. Yes, it would be remiss of me to not ensure that certain pecuniary interests were protected.”

 

[Cartri Keswoll]

Objective: Hack the train and create chaos
Tags: Cassus Akovin

Green Onions
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Quarzite wasn't the best planet he'd been on by any means, nor hospitable by that fact. However, an interesting proposition was good enough to make the opportunity irresistible to take up. Someone within Darkwire contacted him regarding help on a task, one of which targeted an individual on the day of the show. The kid didn't tell him much about the target but told him a lot about his role in the whole ordeal. He didn't care why, all he cared about was the possibility of hacking an entire tram system. It was going to be fun for sure and something he'd make the most of while he had the chance.

A crowd of spectators began to gather at the station to watch the newest innovation in action, some were excited while others were simply curious to see it in action. Nonetheless, all of them were going to see a show to remember. At the very back, Cartri observed from afar, his eyes gazing over to the investors that had paid a heap of credits to make this thing a reality. He knew they didn't do it for the people, all they were interested in was doubling their profits from the citizen's hard-earned credits. Cartri just wasn't here for his share of the bounty, but to make a point on corporate strategies.

Cartri had already planned out a route to the control room a few hours beforehand, and surprisingly it wasn't as bad as he thought. The room itself was on a catwalk above their very heads, a perfect place to overlook the whole station and keep it safe from any odd alien walking in. All he needed to do was use athleticism and sneak past some patrols, other than it was a cakewalk. The system on the other hand was going to be a different story, there was no knowing how secure it was. Although, he was sure it wasn't anything out of this world.

For now, all he could do was wait until his partner gave the all-clear. If he didn't, plan b was always there for the taking

 

[Yula Perl]

Yula’s eyes rolled, up towards the hanging lights Dagon was thinking about swinging from. It didn’t take an empath to understand that the Jedi was not having a good time.

“Scarlet Sunrise is cooler.” She pointed to the tube of crimson gloss, tapping at it with her nail for punctuation. “It has blue undertones. Cranberry Crush is warmer.”

Honestly. Had he learned nothing from being around her?

Useless.

Yula turned her attention from Dagon back to the pair of very similar cosmetics. After a moment of pursed lips and brow crinkling, she made her decision.

“You know what? I’m going to take them both.”

The saleswoman was all too happy to scan her credit chit.

Another bag for Dagon to hold.

“Would you stop pouting if we pick you out a new jacket? I’m thinking something less blood-stained."

Dagon Kaze

 

[Theo Vereen]

Kelada
Objective: Currently walking towards the Labyrinth

What am I doing here on Kelada? Theo looked around again asking himself what was he doing here? He pulled his coat closer without knowing why. He watched others walking by giving him the quick once over trying to figure out friend or enemy?

He didn't know, this place there were other things he thought he knew about this place, he had adopted family from this place. Looking around he understood why she had not been back here. He'd have to send her a note and let her know he found it. Legend had said that this was a smuggler's paradise at one point. That was legend.

Legend also said they hung out at a place called the Labyrinth, he could go there, get a drink...a selfie. and think about what he was going to do.

He had not stopped to think about the kiss Marina DeVoe had planted on him, should he be? What did it mean? Women are so confusing act one way, do something else...and then kiss you. What the feth!

Theo headed down the street his mind in a thousand different places.

 

[Dagon Kaze]

BYOO - MANEATER
Yula Perl
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There was absolutely zero difference between Scarlet Sunrise and Cranberry Crush. Zero. Nada. Even the omnipotent, divine ethereal that was the Force was confused. That didn't help alleviating Yula's growing discontent with Dagon's clear lack of knowledge on cosmetics.

In fact - it made it worse.

“You know what? I’m going to take them both.”

Thousands of pieces. That was his heart shattered into at Yula's decision. From a rising blood pressure of irritation to near anemia in a flash. A complete deflation of his annoyance into a sharp form of despair that fit more a man imprisoned for eternity in a black hole than a man burdened with carrying Yula's wild shopping spree. Where the hell would she put them?? Both of their places of residences were...safehouses. They were no penthouses, no mansions. It was a den of take aways, holoflicks and...well, other activities. Like solving crime (right). But that, too.

“Would you stop pouting if we pick you out a new jacket? I’m thinking something less blood-stained."

"I'm not pouting" he was. "Why would I need a new jacket? Mine's washed and clean and you still forced me not to wear it today." the Jedi was full civvie today. All the glances thrown his way had been twin-layered. The usual layer of admiring his looks (sry, its dick grayson so i have 2 be factual, ty), then the one beneath it - "oh damn, he sure must've screwed up something big if she's makin' him go through this shopping hell." And that layer of observation was not too far from the truth; issue is - Dagon wasn't sure what exactly he had done this time around.

"I swear this is worse than Aeris slaving me in the library." Dagon grumbled almost inaudibly but enough to be heard by his callous, pink partner.

 

[Yula Perl]

“You can only patch up one jacket so much before it starts to fall apart.”

Not that she wanted him to get rid of it—there was an odd measure of comfort in the well-worn coat. It had covered her shoulders the night they’d met, and she’d ridden out a night of spice withdrawal in its embrace.

But you could have more than one.

“I know a guy who sells Versushi coats on a discount.” Discount meaning either knockoff, or stolen. Sometimes both, if the price was low enough.

Her eyes slide over to a moping Dagon, dark brows raising in mild surprise.

“Slaving in a library, huh? You’re into some weird chit, Dagon Kaze.”

They were coming up on the food court now. Maybe some Huttaburger would put an end to the sulking, or at least dissuade his sour mood for a little while. Once they were done here, going back to work would seem like a vacation. “You hungry?” She motioned to the panel of brightly lit, aggressively neon storefronts. “You can tell me all about your saucy library adventures over a burger.”

Dagon Kaze

 

[Theo Vereen]

He entered into the Labyrinth pausing just a few minutes to let his eyes adjust to the surroundings, oh yeah anyone new got the look and then they all looked away. He wasn't much to look at right now, old bantha hide jacket, some kind of pants made from something else real durable and then of course there was the scruffy face.

He looked more like....a nerf herder than a pilot. Well maybe he was a nerf herding pilot...he laughed at his own comedy. It always sounded better in his head than when he said it.

He didn't waste time to find a place to sit, he was thirsty.

The oddest thing happened though, a hooded figure came and sat at his table. Like they were waiting for something

"Can I help you?" Theo asked tilting his head and waiting for.....whatever was gonna happen.

The hood shook its head no, nodded got up and headed to the other side of the bar.

Theo watched thinking it must be my week for odd behaviors...this is just another one of those what the feth moments.......he decided a double would be better.

 

[H3xle]

://Kelada, Anarid Cluster
://Lorana's Labyrinth
://Objective II: Acquire or Destroy Virus

://Something shifted in the network of Lorana's Labyrinth, she had the access she needed and could see the various nodes representing people's devices connected to the network nearby. The first part of her night was done, now she just needed to get that virus.

On her augmented reality screen, which she flicked on with a simple finger movement, she brought up the dark net and set her price for the virus. She had been given an account number for a deeply hidden slush fund for acquiring the virus. She knew that those in the Senate would rather she didn't use it, the more money they didn't have to account for the more they could spend on fancy draperies for the west wing of the Senate building and their shimmersilk clothing. Even though it meant she'd be doing hours of paperwork for using the money, she'd rather get it cleanly and not risk blowing her cover here. Covers were useful in her line of work, and if she burned one at a place like the Labyrinth her face might end up elsewhere as well.

An automated response came back that she had the highest bid currently. Quickly, using some Force borne ability with technology and a lot of study that went into her skills, she built a quick and dirty program. It would send a check ping every few cycles and if it came back that she didn't have the highest bid it would increment her current bid until she did. She set it to alert her when it needed to take that action and then she flicked off her augmented reality screen and waited.

 

[Dorian Sevanar]

Kelada , Colonies
Inside Lorana's Labyrinth
Objective II - Acquire Virus
Alias : Adam Versili

As time went by , Dorian Sevenar and the Phantom still hadn't found "Plague" yet nor did Thomson and Thompson. Despite covering more Space , the complexity of Lorana's Labyrinth made it easy for a single individual to hide among the crowd. It was a perfect location to secretly meet with "Plague" yet one that would make it harder to find him in the first place. Already Sevenar was running out of patience already knowing that the SIA could potentially get involved due to the stakes at hand.

Then suddenly Dorian Sevenar felt his Datapad vibrate indicated that there was a new development in the ongoing bid. Taking out the Datapad , Sevenar watched as his current bid which had been the highest bid so far had been surpassed. The Phantom quickly took notice of this and looked at her superior. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing serious , someone managed to outbid me for a while" Sevenar said while only increasing his own bid and surpassing the mysterious bidder in the process before putting back his datapad. "Do you think it's the SIA?" the Phantom asked. "It could be them yes but we have no way to determine if it is really them. But i'm not liking what's going on so far , so we might have to call in backup just in case"

Meanwhile at the other-side of the Labyrinth Agents Thomson and Thompson continued their search scanning all individuals they passed by in an attempt to identify the Mysterious "Plague". After taking a Right Turn into another Corridor they noticed the lack of individuals present in this Corridor not to mention that it seemed to have no other exit other then the intersection they had used to reach this Corridor in the first place. However what was more surprising as an individual sitting on a stool at the end of this Corridor. As they approached this individual they noticed he had bionic hands and most importantly it seemed that this individual was wearing some sort of eye-wear. It was him , it was "Plague".

Both Thomson and Thompson did not hesitate to act. The Former moved forth to approach the Legendary Hacker while the latter quickly took out a Comlink to contact Dorian Sevenar while also activating the beacon on his Holowatch which would direct Sevenar and the Phantom to their location. "Director-Admiral , sir. We have found the Target. I've already activated my Beacon and we are awaiting your arrival." Thompson said.

Dorian Sevenar and the Phantom were relieved upon hearing this news. Now they simply had to acquire the Virus and if possible they could recruit "Plague" into their Ranks. "Good job , Agent Thomson" Sevenar said in response once more mistaking Thompson for Thomson. "Make sure no one else finds out about this , me and the Phantom will be joining you momentarily." the Director-Admiral said in response. Thus the Pair quickly moved forth to reach the two Politorate Agents.

However as Dorian Sevenar and the Phantom rushed to reach Agents Thomson and Thompson , the Director-Admiral quickly pulled out his datapad quickly typing the following : "We have eyes on the Target , begin deployment of Task Force Forn-66". While the Politorate now knew of "Plague"'s Location , it would only be a matter of time before the SIA also found the Legendary Hacker and thus Dorian Sevenar had something planned for the SIA should they interfere with his plans. The Politorate was on the verge of acquiring the Virus and at this point Failure was not an option. This Virus was key to Sularen's Agenda and the Director-Admiral would make sure he would get his hands on it not matter what it took.

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