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

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Objective II
The Hunt for the PL46U3's Code Bar
Dorian Sevanar Dorian Sevanar , H3xle H3xle

Bernard had never been good with people, but the way this smuggler blew him off left him flabbergasted for a while, though he didn't show it much on the outside, letting only the briefest blink of disbelief show his reaction. No words came to him for several long moments as he stared in awe at the man's audacity.

Thankfully, the barrel of a blaster sticking into his back removed any need to respond. He immediately straightened a bit, drawing in a quiet breath. The whole ambush business had become a lot more complicated after he couldn't danger sense his way out of any precarious positions. He'd started to admire the alertness many of his peers in the Marshal force showed, and the criminals they tried to catch.

He smirked in Lao Pak Lao Pak 's direction, then peeked over his shoulder to talk to the hacker, or representative thereof.

"I'm here to strike a deal. There's only one key I'd need from the bundle. One specific to Corellia. If you can get me into that one, and all its connected accounts, I will do you a favour. I have connections very high up with the Marshals, I can get things done for you directly inside their HQ on Coruscant."
 
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Kelada , Colonies

Inside Lorana's Labyrinth
Objective II - Acquire Virus
Alias | Adam Versili
Task Force Forn-66


The Shadow Troopers made their move , as approximately 3 Dozen of them began to enter Lorana's Labyrinth through one of it's 3 Exits which coincidentally was the closest one to Sevenar and PL46U3's Location. The Operation had now transformed into a full-blown raid but the Director-Admiral did not care , he had the asset at his disposal and now he needed to get him out and getting PL46U3 out of here was the only thing that mattered. It would only be a matter of minutes or even seconds before the Shadow Troopers arrived to reinforce Dorian Sevenar and his Group.

However as the Director-Admiral entrenched himself within the Dead-end Hallway, a group of patrons wearing strange masks appeared at the exit wielding Vibrational Weapons which were extremely deadly especially when Sevenar and 2 of his Agents had no sort of Body Armor on them although Vibrational Weapons were known to be capable of penetrating even the strongest of armors due to their special vibrational features. Phantom was the first to notice these individuals and quickly notified the Director-Admiral "Sir , we got Company. A Group of Individuals wearing some sort of Mask blocking our exit."

Dorian Sevenar looked at the exit to spot these individuals and did not hesitate to reply. "Looks like they are trying to stop us from claiming our prize. Phantom , deal with them" The Phantom quickly complied and responded. "With pleasure , Director-Admiral." And with that the Politorate Operative took out a pair of
Repulsor Grenades , taking out the safety pin and throwing the Grenades towards the Armed Assailants before fleeing deeper into the dead-end hallway to avoid the radius of the Anti-Gravity Burst. Within seconds the Grenade detonated creating a powerful blast which threw the Armed Patrons a few meters away with even a vibroweapon impaling one of the patrons as a result of the blast while the rest fell unconscious or remained disoriented.

However the blast also caused a bunch of empty stools to fly towards the group but because the end of the Hallway was more elevated then the location in which the Patrons were located , the stools failed to harm Sevenar and his Agents allowing them to make their next move. "Alright , Phantom secure the Intersection and eliminate anyone who might still be conscious , Thompson and Thomson you guys remain behind me and keep our prize in pristine condition we need to return this Hacker to our Associates alive." Soon enough , Phantom began moving towards the Entrance of the Dead-end Hallway with one Submachin Gun aimed at the Unconscious/Disoriented Patrons a few meters away and the another at the hallway leading away from the Exit.

Soon , Sevenar would get out of this Facility with his Prize and soon the Shadow Association would have a deadly asset and a deadly virus at their disposal to be utilized against the Galactic Alliance. Whether Sularen remained on his throne or not did not matter as once he got his hands on this virus , he would make the Alliance bleed for ever challenging him.


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

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"The train is full." Said a familiar voice through his datapad, giving the green light for his mission to go ahead.

Cartri grinned from ear to ear as he began to make his way over to the locked catwalk entrance, making sure to keep note of his surroundings while he left the crowd to their curiosity. The ladder was tucked away in a small side alley, surrounded by a metal fence that stretched all the way to the top of the catwalk. No guards were present, the only thing that stopped him from getting in was a mere code lock that sealed the gate shut. Having another quick look behind him he reaches over to the pad, forcefully tugging at the front until the latch opened forwards to reveal the wires below. All he needed to do was override the system, and with a few simple changes of wires, a loud beep suddenly was heard.

Pushing the latch back into place he opens the gate and shut it behind him, not wanting to increase suspicion as he made his way to the control center. It almost seemed forever climbing up the ladder, step by step it only seemed to get further away. Eventually, he finally climbed the last rung and pulled himself onto the catwalk. It would have been away easier task without a backpack full of gear, none the less it was the exercise he needed to warm up for the task ahead.

He quickly got to his feet and dusted himself off before cautiously walking down the catwalk, his head constantly looking around in the search for guards that were known to patrol this area. The control room was in clear sight from the position he was in, it was only a matter of getting over there without being seen from the people down below and from alert eyes from above. On the ground the demonstration was still in full swing, the only difference was the announcer, who seemed more pompus and arrogant than ever.

Sneaking up closer, he crouched behind a pile of wooden boxes and peered over the top, instantly spotting a guard perched in his chair. He seemed to be more interested in his sandwich rather than the room he was guarding, perfect for an easy takedown. Cartri slowly took the old looking blaster from his pocket and turned it to stun, his eyes sticking to the man who was still admiring his tasty meal. When he raised the food up to his mouth he didn't even have a chance to even take a bite. The teen quickly rolled from his cover and shot a blaster into his side, leaving him slumped up against the chair as if he was asleep. Cartri got up swiftly and ran to the guard, who had the key card to the door beside him. His hands snatched it from his belt, as well as the sandwich which was left untouched on his lap.

Before he even decided to enter he took a big bite out of the food and looked down to the man, a wide smirk crossing his lips "Cheers for the-" was the only thing he could say before spitting out the contents, his face scrunched and disgusted from the monstrosity he just tasted "Mediocre sandwich!" he finally finished while spitting out any remaining pieces left in his mouth.

With that more than disappointing break out of the way, there was nothing else to do other than enter the control room itself. Swiping down on the pad he slowly creaked open the door and peeked inside. The room itself was scattered with servers, as well as monitors that covered different areas of the system. At the terminal, a man wearing a headset was busy jamming away to his song while at the same time keeping an eye on the data being presented on the screens. Cartri slowly shook his head and wasted no time in opening the door, firing a stun into the technician's back without hesitation. The man fell forwards in his chair and faceplanted into the control panel, activating a number of buttons upon impact. One of the main ones was the horn, which began to boom out a painfully loud noise. Even from the control room, he could hear it, and the fact the tram had already set off and gone from the station was astonishing. Some were harmless, such as the "happy birthday!” drill that was surely going to confuse some of the customers.

"For the love of kark... how many useless buttons does a tram need?!" he groaned to himself, his arm shutting the door behind him. His attention soon turned to the motionless man, whose face was the reason why riders of the tram were becoming deaf from a mixture of the happy birthday song and the horn. Although, he couldn't resist but leave it a bit longer. Instead, he decided to do the next best thing, making the tram come to a screeching halt. His hand excitedly went over to the red lever labeled "Emergency brake" and pulled down, exhilarated to see the end result of his work
 
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Objective II
The Hunt for the PL46U3's Code Bar

Lao Pak Lao Pak Dorian Sevanar Dorian Sevanar

Panicked screams echoed from deeper inside the cantina. Several patrons came fled into the lobby yelling incoherently. The music stopped abruptly, making their shrill voices more clear. Some form of attack was occurring. Armed men were entering Lorena's and sent panic and confusion through the entire cantina as guests and employees alike were faced with unexpected circumstances.

The reason for the hit-squad's arrival wasn't difficult to discern, however, given the right set of clues. Whoever had authorized a strike like this had set their sights on PL46U3's virus, that much was clear. Now it was only a matter of keeping the informant out of the bad guys' hands. Easy enough, for a Marshal.

"Looks like we have company. I got a speeder waiting out back, and a place that's leaps and bounds safer than right here," he started, turning to glance back at the informant with the blaster at this back. "I know you probably have some out, but we'd both be losing out on a mutually beneficial arrangement if we parted ways here."

Two loud explosions rocked the building, sending dust and decorations falling to the dancefloor. The lights briefly flickered, and the screams intensified.

"And I fear we don't have much time. Come on, smuggler, you and your droid are invited too."
 

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BYOO // QUARZITE

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Tithe concluded his meeting with Otto Blank Otto Blank and was whisked away on the Belugan’s private and ostentatious subtram to the planet’s Trade Federation skyhook, which provided safe passage up to the planet’s orbit. As he commuted, the Vice Chancellor considered the outcome of his meeting with Blank. Another Corporatist Party senator within the Galactic Assembly would provide another vote on matters of mutual interest and benefit. While Tithe was officially in partnership with the Adhira, the Populist Chancellor, his business dealings had been benefited a number of times thanks to the support of the Corporatists. Adhira seemed content to turn a blind eye so long as Tithe ensured confidence and supply on the floor of the Senate.

The Aargauun bid farewell to Blank’s retinue upon arrival at his docking bay, and made his way aboard the Fiduciary. His senior chief of staff greeted him as he passed through the airlock and provided a copy of their schedule for the remainder of the day. There was a holocall with the First Bank of Denon in an hour, just enough time to freshen up - despite his best efforts managed to get Blank’s feast all over himself. A few hours later he was due to open a new cloning facility of Khomm, an event expected to be as conformist and predictable as the native Khommites. The few hours devoted to sleep after that would be used to get back to Aargau for a meeting with the Senate Parliamentarian to work through the order of business for the next Senate session.

All in all, a thoroughly harrowing afternoon and evening.

The floor vibrated gently under his feet as the yacht lifted off and swung around to depart the docking bay. The wheels of opportunity continued to turn - stay in one place too long and you would be left behind. “Yes, set up the call,” he explained to his senior chief of staff. “And send a communique to Party Council - Quarzite will be coalescing with the Corporatists bloc.”

Another successful business dealing under his belt, Tithe headed toward the bar to fix himself a drink, possibly the only thing which would allow him to get through his schedule with some sanity involved.
 
Bernard Bernard

The PL46U3 slicer looked Bernard up and down, clearly weighing her options. Her fur bristled as the cantina devolved into chaos. She shoved the blaster that had been in the small of Bernard's back into its holster but kept the second trained on Lao Pak.

"You've got a good heart kid," she said. She pulled a stick of lipstick and applied some to her thin lips. The make-up had an interesting sparkling pattern as it rolled over, the lines glittering in the light. She planted a kiss on Bernard's cheek, winked, "Make sure it doesn't get you killed." And then she disappeared into the chaos.

"Wait! What 'bout Lao Pak!" But she was already gone. He sucked his teeth.
"Why dumb Arkanian boy get lucky? Lao Pak would pay millions for data. But I suppose I can take dumb boy's offer to escape. Let's get out of here!"
 

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