It's Just a Shot Away [Black Ties Takeover] [PM to join]

[Miss Blonde]

Coming out of Hyperspace every single one of the hammerhead cruisers that the Black Ties owned circled Antecedent. With their influx of credits, weapons, and ships the crew of small time gangsters and thieves had expanded into a moderate criminal enterprise. And with any enterprise one needed a base of operations, and being that the Black Ties didn't want to play that whole galactic power game with others a nice area in the corner of the galaxy would due.

At the head of the Watts class flagship the woman known as Miss Blonde looked down at her once home with merciless eyes. She could lie to herself and say this was business, but no this was beyond that. This was personal on so many levels. She gave everything to the Ravens and then like that she was thrown to the curb by Chiasa, betrayed by Cryax, and forced to seek shelter with rebels who tried to have her killed. The levels of anger Miss Blonde had for the planet was pretty high.

"We're assembled Ma'am. We've located the headquarters of most of the gangs on the planet. Should we open up communications?" Mister Orange asked Miss Blonde with a cautious voice.

"Mark them all on the HUD trackers. Military application." Miss Blonde said with a very anger laced tone.

"But ma'am, I think if we-" Miss Blonde glared daggers at the man and he quickly shut his mouth despite it coming from a very short woman.

Reaching down Miss Blonde grabbed the fleet's communication system and raised it to her mouth. And her plan wasn't elaborate this time, it wasn't in depth, it wasn't some scheme that involved speeder bikes or horses in under the desert sun. This one was simple and to the point. On every member of the Black Ties HUDs a list of locations and VIPs came up followed by three simple words.

"Kill them all."

Dropping the comm link Miss Blonde put her armor on then dropped down into the Watt's drop pod system. Getting inside a drop pod with a few other Black Ties Miss Blonde placed her pulse rifle on her lap and secured herself.

All across the fleet thousands of drop pods and ships were being shot at the planet. And the one leading the charge was Blonde and whoever else wanted to be in her pod when it struck the ground. Today wasn't about getting money or stealing items, it was about wholesale murder of gangs and anyone that stood in her way. Families would be spared but in the state Miss Blonde was in they'd be hurt badly if they raised hands against her.

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[member="Alicia Drey"]
[member="Avalon Gray"]
[member="Bloodknight"]
[member="Cawrion Chyrox"]
[member="Cyrus Falcor"]
[member="Dyxra'a"]
[member="James Justice"]
[member="Jarven Zexxel"]
[member="KeCholo"]
[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member="Raka the Hutt"]
[member="Seanna Vel"]
[member="Stardust"]
[member="The Black Hat"]
[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]
[member="Zhi Chen"]

 

[Seanna Vel]

There it was the answer she been waiting for, it was a green light now. There was no backing down now all was ready for what laid a head of them. Now came time for her to make sure her weapons of choices was ready and up for the task at hand. After all it was time for her to do what she knew was feeling deep with in side her. That was pinned up inside of her that what it would be now. Even so she could hear the music being play it only got her more into the mood of making sure that each of her kills was done right

Finding herself now on the other side of the law, or was law just something others made up those little ducks that would follow blindly would then turn to those that wouldn't to see them as some kind of outcast. That was right she might be an outcast trying to find her own way in this galaxy be darn it to a monkey lizard shaved butt she would do it in style.

Now that she had her freshly made suit it was time to test it out full. Call it a break in of the suit, that what it would be as she let herself put on the helmet before she knew that she was ready.

Lets light there world up sweet cakes,

Saying this over the commlink now.

@[member='Miss Blonde'],

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

"War." A laugh, sweet and melodious, rolled through the encrypted comms of The Black Ties Syndicate. "War never changes. Since the dawn of time, when sentients first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilt in the name of everything from religion to pure, simple hate. This, my brothers and sisters, is not a war of gods or governments. This is not a war of kings or even credits. This is a war to repay those who have wronged us my brothers and sisters. Those who betrayed our trust! Those who cast us aside whilst claiming to have our futures at the forefront of their thoughts. This is a war of vengeance. Pure and simple. So let me be the first to welcome you to Antecedent, brothers and sisters. Let me be the first to welcome you home. We have a little trash to clean up." Again that rich laugh rolled across the airwaves."But that shouldn't take us long."

Zenva stood in the cockpit of one of her half dozen Dropships on approach to the planet's surface. Between the six ships at her command she had gathered the full strength of her personal army. Eighty Zabrak warriors and a dozen military Walkers. Overkill perhaps considering who and what they were about to go to war with but this was Antecedent, this was personal.

Her hands trailed across her equipment without ever needing to look at her weapons. Everything was in place, loaded and ready. She turned to look at the group of soldiers that would serve as her escort, a shark toothed smile cutting across her sharp features. She opened a new channel to her forces. "Vrotoa Clan, remember why we are here. Civilians are not to be harmed. Thirty seconds until we drop the RAWs. Good hunting."

[member="Seanna Vel"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

When Cyrus heard where they would be setting up shop, he became almost verbal for the first time. Many years ago, he'd visited this place, blew up a few streets, bombed the Red Raven's casino, stole droids from the Ravens and started his constant torment of one Blue Man with no group. The so called, ultimate hacker couldn't even catch a mute, renegade saboteur.

If he spoke, or made vocal noises at all, there would be a giggle to go along with his now jittering shoulders as he laughed silently to himself. Cyrus rushed to a viewport on the bridge as the ship came in. He wanted to jump the rest of the way and blow everything to hell. So much fun that would be.

Tapping his Stinger against the transparasteel, he began to scheme new ways to terrorize those he had missed years past.


He looked back to Blonde, she had the look that hopefully meant he was free from his leash today. She was almost as likely to burn this planet as Cyrus was. Then those Magic words were spoken, like she'd heard his silent prayers. Racing to the first drop pod he could find, shoving one of the crewmen down in the process, Cyrus hit the launch key before he strapped in.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....(You know, if he spoke)

In the back, no front, no...everywhere, in his mind, thoughts of how he was to kill these sad saps who'd once worked for a gang who just wanted to party all night and never go to bed, they would soon be out of Cyrus' misery. He changed over his Stinger to feature ALL Neurotoxins and Fear Toxin. Here comes the Boogyman!

[member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Miss Blonde was on the warpath, and there was really no other way to put it. When her drop pod hit the door popped off and slammed against the concrete sidewalk. With her head popping out she was where she wanted to be, a small rather expensive gated mansion that belonged to a "Lucky" Luciano a man that once part of the Red Ravens and went into business for himself. Did he have anything to do with betraying Blonde? Nope. But she was going to kill him anyways.

Jumping out of the drop pod with her squad of black tie trouble shooters her and a few others began to storm the front lawn while other drop pods hit the ground sporadically. Taking her pulse rifle she shouldered the weapon, cocked a round into the chamber, then turned the safety off. Lining up on the front porch various guards started to fire blaster pistols and rifles at her and her men.

Taking aim at the incompetent gangsters she ripped rounds down range and started to pain the front door and walls of the mansion red with the blood of Lucky's bodyguards. She was absolutely livid at this point due to being on Antecedent after all these years and to take back what was hers made it all the more sweeter.

Once the guards on the porch were taken care of she would look up to the window where she could see Lucky looking down from. Was she going to run up there and kill him? No, she paid people to do that for her. So looking to The Surgeon [member="Cyrus Falcor"] who was with her in the drop pod she would give him very simple instructions.

"Burn it to the ground." With Lucky inside.

As for her she ordered the rest of her men to gather around the mansion and let any non combatant run, as for Luciano he and his men were going to burn to death in that shining mansion. But before she could move on to the other gangs she got a hail from Zenva and Seanna.

"If you guys want to form up on me you can. We're going to hit some businesses and Estates then make our way to the dragon palace."

[member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[James Justice]

Audio

James stared out the window with a cold look, a look of a dead man. His dull dark eyes were that, dead. His hands clutched the helmet of his Astrea armor losely as he pretended not to hear the whispers of the soldiers in the pod

"Is that James Justice?"

"They said it was."

"No, it can't be. This has to be a joke."

"You seriously wanna risk finding out?"

He didn't care. It didn't matter, in truth, none of this did. He didn't even have to technically be here. He didn't need the money, they didn't need the help but Blonde was his friend, his ally. She was there to help take care of his, and he was here in turn, ready to take care of her own as well.

"Um, sir, we are coming in for decent, you might want to put that helmet on and strap in," said one of the soldiers tentatively.

James blinked, and looked at the soldier a second, coming back to reality, "Thank you, soldier."

He looked down at the helmet in his hands, his own reflection looked back at him. An aged man. A hollow man. A lost man without a soul any more. With a pop hisss the helmet sealed around his neck, filtering out all poisonous gasses, toxins, and dangers. The spacer blinked twice and his contact HUD came online, illuminating all the world in a world of information. James took it in for a second before reaching back and grabbing his rifle. He heard its warm up whine a moment before the pod touched the ground.

The loading ramp extended and James was the first to being walking down it. They had landed in a park, a children's playground. The youth were looking at him like the monster he was. A killer. A murderer. Fear registered in their eyes as the stood stunned the parents who stood by were frozen, terrified to move, terrified to stay.

James flicked his comm on, "Stay close to me."

His boot hit the dusty ground with a heavy thud and he quickly began leaving a distinct trail of boot marks as he marched across the child's sandbox.

[member="Seanna Vel"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[KeCholo]

Then...

''Q, patch me through to Jay Solo.''

''Absolutely, ringing his datapad now.''

Ke'Cholo was currently sitting in his office on Tek-1. He propped his feet up on the wooden desk in front of him and puffed on one of his signature cigars. The smoke found it's way deep within the cybnernetic lungs he had replaced recently. Doing so allowed him to enjoy the pleasing affects of tobacco without all that 'lung cancer' and 'black lungs' nonsense. In a moment or so, a holographic projection of a 6'4'' 180~ pound man found it's way in front of Ke'Cholo.

''Jay, you fat kark.''

''Still not as big a one as you are!''

The two old friends stared coldly at each other for a moment but then erupted in laughter. Ke'Cholo pulled out the cigar from his mouth and laid it to rest in a wooden ash tray. He then picked up a glass full of a bronze liquid and sipped on it.

''So, what do you need me for? I'm busy man, the Union is in the middle of collapsing.''

''That's what I'd like to talk to you about...an organization I'm involved with is taking advantage of this situation. We'll be setting up shop around Antecedent and the Colluctari Nebula in a week or so, we'll start with the invasion of Antecedent.

I need your help.''

''With?''

''Winning. I know you're the head over a large portion of Techno Union sleemos so I need you to defect and join me here.''

''WOAH, WOAH! Man, I don't even know anything about this group. Who are you? What do you do? Who's your leader?''

''Listen. Don't worry about that stuff. The Jay Solo I knew 5 years ago would see how the Union is tanking and jump right on board with this.

You want to be on a sinking ship on one that's almost done being built?''

The answer was obvious.

''Alright, I'll gather what ships I can and deffect whoever. We'll be in touch soon. Tell Q I said hello.''

Jay hung up, leaving Ke'Cholo to ponder the invasion plans. Thinking of another old friend he spoke up again to Qaeth.

''Get me in touch with Sno'gara, the Warlord''

Now...

Ke'Cholo, Jay Solo and a hulking Urko stood together on a makeshift platform overlooking the unloading of Nikto, Urko, and former Techno Union soldiers. They were segregated, so the Techno Union soldiers didn't mix with the Nikto and the Nikto didn't mix with the Urkos and so on and so forth.

The troops unloaded from 4 Wanga Cruiser, Tek-1 and several other ships either borrowed from the Techno Union or owned by the Urkos. The ships had landed on the opposite side of the planet from [member="Miss Blonde"], they were to march towards her and meet her group. In total, several thousand troops unloaded and were facing the large platform with the three leaders. Ke'Cholo stepped up and adressed the legions of soldiers. But before he could do so, he received a message from Qaeth Idos.

''Mass Driver is finishing up loading, awaiting coordinates.''

Ke'Cholo nodded as he saw this and stepped up the the make shift microphone.

''We are here today to raze, and burn, and destroy all in our path for the sake of conquering this planet. Pity gangs and thugs litter the planet, they will be no match for our superior military technology and training. Today, wether this is your first battle or your five-hundredth battle, you will fight without mercy. Today is more than a battle, today we shall set an example. We set an example for what happens to those who stand defiantly in the way of the Black Ties Syndicate.''

Ke'Cholo finished up his short speech with a set of commands.

''We did not come here to take prisoners. Take no hostages, leave no stone unturned, kill all in your path and kill as little of the civilian population as possible. We will show them our full and unbridled might!!'' The Urkos roared with delight, the Nikots began to chant and the Union soldiers did a bit of both.

This message would be broadcasted over the commlinks so Miss Blonde might have very well been listening in and perhaps several other Black Ties. Ke'Cholo raised his sword to the air to signal the start of the attack. The troops filed out of the docking platform they were currently on, the ships had landed in one of the most popular cities on the planet. They would go from here and purge it.

 

[James Justice]

A trail of men behind James followed like uncertain disciples. Their silence allowed him to hear [member="KeCholo"]'s declaration. He had been that way once, he knew. The need to kill. The idea that it made a difference. That the galaxy could be better--through violence or any means. Before he would have been the one giving the blood-stiring speech before his denizens. Kill them all. How many times had he given that order? Too many. Prisoners he executed with his own hands, not a blaster, not a blade, but his own hands. It set an example, he would excuse himself, it showed the worlds he meant business.

But it never made a difference. He would give a gory display, then another horse-cropper would step up to the plate to have his head bashed in. Another would come to have his entrails splattered across the dirt. Again and again until he was covered in blood with nothing to show for it except dead sons and fathers.

His HUD blinked, bringing James out of his reverie. They had reached their destination, a speeder shop that served as a front for a local spice-running gang. James gauged the building for a moment before giving his orders, "Spread out, take the perimeter, when your clear give me the call and I will go in. You have your orders."

There was a pause.

"Alone, sir? With all due respect you don't know what's in there," one of the soldiers objected.

James glanced at the building, his bioscanners gave it a quick look over, "Yes I do. My armor is stronger than yours. I can take the hit, you can't, move out."

After a chorus of affirmations, they moved into place. When they gave their signal, James moved through the door. Into his personal hell once more. ((Cue music))

The storefront was empty except for a man at the counter. His eyes went wide with surprise, he raised his hands in deference as James stared at him down the iron sights. James' finger hovered on the trigger, did he have a family? Did he have a wife and kids? What would happen to them without him? James blinked it away from behind his visor--a flash of light and a splatter of blood later and it didn't matter. The slumped back against the wall as James moved past it into the mechanics shop.

James stepped through the door and it took the other criminals a second to process what happened. His muzzle flashed and a boy, no older than twenty four collapsed. Another flash, and a blue twe'lik father was removed from his children. The other crimals suddenly moved into action, some ducking for cover with weapons, others fleeing for their lives, only to be cut down by the perimeter check. slugthrower rounds bounced harmlessly off the phrik armor, blaster rounds were useless against the blast-proof material.

At last James lowered his rifle, it was done. His eyes caught a Rodien pulling himself along the concrete floor towards a blaster. Blood trailed behind him, his chest had been ripped open by a massive round, but he refused to give in. James planted his foot on the young warrior, no older than twenty. Dying, he still struggled weakly against his fate, fighting till the last minute to survive.

"I'm sorry, son," James whispered. "Hold still."

A flash from his rifle stilled the body. He moved away from it, taking a deep breath to let it go. He knew he wouldn't, he never could and never would.

"Blonde, this is Runner," he said, his voice hoarse and tired, "Target one taken care of, moving forward."

[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="Seanna Vel"]
[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]
[member="Cyrus Falcor"]
[member="KeCholo"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Music
Gear in signature.

Antecedent was personal. No, it was beyond personal, if such a thing were even possible. This wasn't just another task assigned in the name of the typical avarice of criminality. It was much more, something she wasn't entirely certain how to describe. All Keira was really aware of was the weight this at once placed on and removed from her shoulders. This return to the glittering planet of sin provided some form of cathartic release, the memories it held already beginning to resurface even though they hadn't touched down yet. It was strange how a single sight could dredge up so many idle thoughts and musings, those ghosts being brought back up as if they had never really left in the first place. Had she not known better she would have half-expected to return to a fully functioning Casino.

But the drop pods added a grim overtone to the whole affair, the full armor donned cementing the knowledge that this was a far grimmer reality than that she would have otherwise willed to stand as truth. This was a war to bring the former home of those former Ravens back to the glory it had once held; a cause she didn't have to give herself much of a reason to believe in. All they were doing was taking back what was rightfully theirs to begin with, and that wasn't so wrong. Pity to those who thought it wise to stand against them. The rattling of the drop pod as it hurtled towards the surface at breakneck speeds broke her out of her trance of sorts, and by the time they were to disembark she had returned to herself, once more in the present.

Faces scrolled briefly across her HUD, features she soon enough recognized and swiftly committed to memory. "Prisoners, not dead." The voice of Thalia brought her back to the task at hand. "Yeah, I figured. Those are ex-Ravens. Upper echelon. Worked under those of us that were in charge." Which had included her, in the end, as she was only two steps down from the President before their criminal empire had finally fallen. It was time to remind everyone just what consequences came about when you crossed the wrong people. The first of the headquarters wasn't too far off, down a nearby sidestreet that she only vaguely recalled from a decade past. From a distance she considered the building, noting the position of the guards outside. Subtlety was out of the question. They were back, and everyone would know it.

A slight flexing of her left hand summoned into existence the collapsible slugthrower pistol mounted on that forearm, the weapon forming in her grasp within seconds. Four shots in quick succession ended the lives of those immediately visible outside with deadly precision, and she didn't bother with the others before the weapon concealed itself seamlessly. There was commotion inside, and it was no surprise to her that the door was locked when she approached. No immediate handholds were available to tear it from its moorings, and so she made her own with the Force, crushing durasteel as her ethereal hand removed it from the building entirely, letting the remains fall once the job was done.

Those within immediately opened fire, and a flash of plasma batted away the blaster bolts, a shield erected of telekinesis blocking the bullets. The first wave was dealt with through nothing more than the Force, bodies collapsing almost in unison as lives were ended. Her gauntlet blade shimmered into existence, gutting one as her saber decapitated another. For just a few minutes more she continued to usher forth death, all movement ceasing when her job was done. A single Quarren male was left alive, and she cocked her head to one side, daring him to try something. Foolishly he obliged her, pulling a blaster whose progress was immediately halted just as soon as it left its holster, his arm frozen in place in her ethereal grip, pistol soon thereafter crushed to uselessness.

Wordlessly she stepped across the carnage towards him, and this time he lashed out with a knife. Given no pause she twisted his arm up behind his back with her own cybernetic limb, blade clattering to the floor. Slowly and methodically she disengaged her lightsaber that was still held in her off hand, clipping it at her waist. When he struggled she pushed his arm further, bone cracking with a yelp of protest. "C'mon, Tsarne, don't you remember your old leaders?" Without waiting for a reply she fixed him with a pair of stun cuffs, pushing him forward so he knew to walk. "We're back."

[member="James Justice"], [member="KeCholo"], [member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Cyrus Falcor"], [member="Zenva Vrotoa"], [member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[KeCholo]

The march through the city began with a small skirmish. The invaders were met with an encampment of gang members who had rooted themselves into an old depository. They had done so with various durasteel barricades and had fortified it with a stationary heavy repeating blaster. Unaware to Ke'Cholo, several crates of thermal detonators were also being stored into the back of the fortification.

The legions of soldiers led by Ke'Cholo, Jay, and Sno'gara were split into three groups. Each group swept one of the larger streets of the city they were in, Thotoro. Ke'Cholo was the first to enter a large intersection long abandoned by civilians who recognized the invading forces and fled. Ke'Cholo approached from the south and the encampment was on the corner of the east and north streets of the intersection. Ke'Cholo initially offered the gang members a moment to surrender, but when one of them began to man the automatic canon, their answer became clear.

Retorting, Ke'Cholo motioned for one of the heavily armed Techno Union soldiers to sweep the intersection. He did so with a repeating blaster of his own, wiping out all in the encampment. Ke'Cholo then ran up to the pillbox and jumped through the open window. Inside, he discovered the open crates of thermal detonators and ordered his men to seize them immediately.

Ke'Cholo and his legions swept the street of the few remaining stragglers and snipers, eventually regrouping with the other two groups. He had a quick chat with Jay and Sno'gara and accessed their current army:

Several hundred elite Nikto soldiers
A few thousand Techno Union soldiers
Several thousand Urko soldiers, grenadiers, and napalm troops
3 mobile artillery platforms equipped with heavy canons
Several dozen NR-N99 Persuader class droid enforcers, currently manned by Techno Union soldiers
Several dozen ''Hail fire'' droids
1 Heavy Mass Driver strike ready within minutes

Ke'Cholo wrote all this information and sent it over to [member="Miss Blonde"] with the simple note of ''You'll be seeing this soon''

A few minutes later...

Several armed gang members converge around a table in a high rise building. A rodian scout suddenly runs up to them. He is breathing heavily and appears to have been shot.

''They duck into parking garage, but re-emerged in a moment. They're almost done leaving, launch rockets now?''

''Of course.''

The troops filing down the road connected to the parking garage would suddenly be bombarded with rockets and missiles. The explosions rocked the buildings around the street, concrete seemed to explode sending shrapnel all around. This would be a devastating hit to Ke'Cholo's and the Black Tie's forces..

 

[SirMayday]

Crack Crack Crack

".....ghhhhh" Jan sighed

Jan lowered his smoking E-11 and saw three gang members in the fortified diner on the ground. Other gang members started to panic and shoot blindly out the diner, not even knowing where Jan was. The city was in ruins, fighting could be heard on every block. The might of the Black Ties was evident from the announcements from the com link Jan had in his helmet. He muted it a while ago, the continuous chatter messing up his focus.

Crack Crack

Jan didn't like this assignment. Don't get him wrong, he prefers it too the front lines any day. It was just too........tedious....yeah tedious. Jan was assigned to try and take out the heads of the local gangs to promote miscommunication and confusion among the enemy troops. He was doing fine, until his targets started moving from place to place. Runner was also pursuing some targets, and was having success also.

Crack......Crack Crack

Jan stood up and leaned his rifle against his right shoulder. He has removed all the targets from the diner. Time to move to the next. Jan turned his coms back on to report in.

"This is Hunter an" Jan said before he was interrupted.

"We are taking heavy fire! They are firing rockets from a heavily defended position"

".............Where?" Jan asked over the coms.

[member="James Justice"],
[member="KeCholo"],
@Miss Blonde
@Cyrus Falcor
@Zenva Vrotoa
@Seanna Vel

 

[Miss Blonde]

"Finish the job Surgeon, make them crispy." Miss Blonde said as she turned around.

Blonde was now receiving multiple reports of gangs and targets being eliminated throughout the planet, this was good. This meant progress was being made and within a few hours their work would be complete and the planet would be theirs, and once the jewel of a world was theirs they could rise to power that was beyond a few heists and odd jobs of killing fellow criminals.

"This is Blonde. Good work Runner, move to secondary target designation Lola's Lounge. Bring Lola to the dragon palace and await for Miss Nothing and I. Expect heavy resistance." Miss Blonde would then switch over to hail [member="KeCholo"]

"Once you're done there hit these two warehouses on your way to the Dragon Palace, you'll find all our old tech and guns. And a few AP-ATW with urban assault droids, activate them and bring them to the dragon palace. I want to send a message to the remaining gangs that will go into hiding." Miss Blonde would then walk towards one of the speeders in Luciano's driveway, break the window then open the door to step inside.

Before the woman would leave she would do Cyrus a favor, looking out the window from behind the helmet she would give the man two words that were sure to give him a carnal delight.

"Have fun." Miss Blonde said as she backed out of the drive way and zoomed off headed towards a very specific target.

Now Miss Blonde wasn't one to hold very many grudges, but for the orange skinned woman who handed her empire over to the now collapsed Techno Union, oh she was gonna have a ball fulfilling that vengeance trip. And even though she'd never find Chiasa and kill her, herself, this was the next best thing. Her old personal assistant and trouble shooter.

[member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="James Justice"] [member="KeCholo"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Jan Valdum"]

 

[KeCholo]

....if they had been real troops. As soon as the rockets hit, the entire army seemed to vanish. They were all gone in an instant, the only thing left behind from the rocket blasts were small craters and missing concrete. The operators of the rocket launchers seemed to panic, not knowing what to do next. Then, simultaneously, blaster bolts found their way to all five of the rocket's operators. The snipers were Nikto guards, fiercely loyal to Ke'Cholo. Then, for a second time, the army emerged!

Ke'Cholo reached down and picked up the broken remains of a small droids. He spun it around until he located a lens of some sort, breaking it he ripped out the contents.

''Holoprojection droids work, better than expected in fact. Rip out the hard drives, if they're undamaged we'll be able to re use them.'' Ke'Cholo said the the various soldiers around him. Then, getting [member="Miss Blonde"]'s message, Ke'Cholo input the coordinates from the first factory. As he stepped forward, one of the communications soldiers yelled for him to stop. Ke'Cholo spun around to find the man holding a pair of binoculars and pointing to a high rise building.

''It appears one of the gangs have taken refuge in that building way over there, they have mortar position on the upper floors. It's at least a few kilometers away. By my calculations, a few more hectometers and then we'll be in range.''

Ke'Cholo turned to the MAUs exiting the parking garage, they each had a heavy canon on them. He held up his hand, commanding the drivers to stop. He ran up to the one in front and talked to the crew up top.

''Seen that building over there?'' the captain of the crew nodded.

''Can this hit it?'' he asked.

The captain laughed, ''This thing could hit a target twice as far away.''

''Good, anchor the vehicle and open fire.'' the MAU began to waddle forward and get into an appropriate firing position. Before it could do so, the communications officer spoke up.

''General, what if there are civilians in those building?''

''I don't care.''

''I know you don't, sir. But Miss Blonde does.''

''We don't live in a world of 'what if'. I don't care if that building is packed full of starving orphans, they know the risks of being located in a military target. I value the lives the of my troops more than I value her rules, open fire!!''

The MAU finished anchoring, and launched a massive shell into the floor with the mortars on it. It exploded on impact, wiping out the entire emplacement and damaging the above and below floors.

As the MAU was firing into the building, Ke'Cholo sent [member="Jan Valdum"] a text based message.

''Patching you through some coordinates to a warehouse. Clear it, activate the combat droids, and man the several dozen walkers inside. I'll clear the other one, meet me at the hover train. It's about halfway between the two locations, we'll destroy it afterwards.

 

[SirMayday]

Jan was making his way to the fortified building when he got the message through the coms it was cleared by a MAU. Jan actually got frustrated for a second, seeing a missed opportunity for some more exciting work. The he got the message from @Ke'Cholo, that sparked his interest.

Patching you through some coordinates to a warehouse. Clear it, activate the combat droids, and man the several dozen walkers inside. I'll clear the other one, meet me at the hover train. It's about halfway between the two locations, we'll destroy it afterwards.

Jan smiled underneath his helmet. Finally, an opportunity for some...fun. Jan plugged in the coordinates to his HUD, and saw he was about 15 minutes away from the building Jan holstered his rifle to his back and ran off across the rooftops, of Antecedent. He had a new mission.

At the Warehouse...​

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Jan picked up a headpiece and inspected it. Ohhhh nice,......too bad it's damaged.....I could repair it if I had some parts.....I think i got the necessary parts at home........Maybe I shouldn't have shot him in the head....Or the others.

Jan glanced over the roof top at the 5 dead bodies around him on the roof of the warehouse. He huffed as he picked up the last of the gear amd put it into a backpack on his back. Oh Well. Jan then proceeded to enter the warehouse through the roof. He took his ambassador revolvers out into each hand. Time to do things, a little....closer than usual. Jan walked down the stairs into an office with gang members sitting around. A young rodien was nervously tapping his foot, and two twi'leks sat next to each other, brothers or father and son based on their similarity.

"They are getting closer, do you think they will come here?" a young rodien said to a grizzled old human.

"Yeah, if they are coming here me and my son are going home. We were't expecting this today." a twi'lek said.

"NO, they are heading towards the Dragon Palace. Those are the latest reports, as long as we keep our heads down and the spotters on the roof do their jobs we wi."

Jan walked up towards the group and shot the human in the head.

"What the For" the rodien turned towards him and started to raise his hands. Jan pulled the trigger as the rodien's head disintegrated against the wall. Jan quickly turned the revolver in his right hand to the twi'lek father and shot a chest into his body, and literally could visualize the the bullet going through his organs like a light saber.

'DAD!" The other twi'lek yelled as he took a blaster off his hip and fired two shots into Jan's armor. Jan didn't even feel the shots. Jan paused as he felt sorry for the young twi'eks attempt; Jan proceeded to make the wall more colorful with the twil'eks blood with a bang from his ambassador revolvers.

Jan immediately began to reload bullets into his revolvers, while shouts started to come from with in the warehouse. Jan wasn't worried, it would provide more options. Jan heard a creak behind him and he turned his head and saw the twi'lek father crawling across the floor towards his son. Jan continued to reload his revolvers as the twi'lek father made it too his son's corpse. He went to his son's headless body, still in the chair, and laid his head on his son's leg. Jan gave a grunt, and nodded his head giving the father a moment with his dead son. He stuck his revolvers on his hips and took a grenade into his hands.

"At least you die together." Jan said as he opened a door leading down into the warehouse, and threw the grenade over his shoulder. Jan closed the door and proceeded to walk into the warehouse, as there was a loud boom form behind him.

The grenade had alerted the the other personal in the building to his presence. Time to kick it off,, Jan pulled a adrenaline stim from the pouch inside his armor plate on his chest, and his EE-3 carbine out. He injected the adrenaline stim into his shoulder, as his sense and alertness burst through out his body and mind. OOHHHH YEAH!

Jan kicked the door into the warehouse in, and threw 2 concussion grenades into the warehouse. Jan knelt to the ground and closed his eyes

BOOM BOOM

Jan stood up, his hearing temporarily impaired as he walked through the door with his rifle to his shoulder.

The first to go were the ones closet to the door, the most disoriented. they laid on the floor with their hands over their eyes or ears, quick head shots ended their pain and suffering. The second ones to go were the rookies, they wavered as Jan proceeded through the warehouse floor executing their comrades. Some even tried to surrender then, but Jan's orders were to clear the warehouse. They died with faces full of fear and desperation. The last to go were the veterans and rest of the men farthest from the door. They immediately went to cover trying to use the combat droids and walkers for cover and tried to organize themselves against Jan. Jan had to use an EMP grenade to shut off their communications with each other, to make them more disorganized. they were the hardest to take out, and it only took Jan 6 minutes to finish clearing them all out. At the end of it all, Jan sat at a terminal staring up the combat droids and walkers. He quickly updated their software, and friend/foe tags. The droids soon powered up and surrounded him. Jan gazed over them, and felt giddy. He had a robot army! Jan quickly composed himself and sent a message to any nearby ally forces, to congregate and man the walkers at his position. Jan climbed into one of the walkers and turned it on.

"Follow me, and engage all hostiles on sight." Jan said through his coms to the combat droids and soldiers. The soldiers gave a roar, as the droids started to move out. Jan turned his head and updated the HUD to the location of the hover tran. Time to meet up with good ole Ke'Cholo.I wonder if he has any brandy.

[member="Seanna Vel"]
[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]
[member="Cyrus Falcor"]
[member="James Justice"]
[member="KeCholo"]
[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Alicia Drey]

Antecedent. It was world brought into prominence by the Red Ravens, an organization of crime lords that had come together to take out what was left of the Black Sun Syndicate, moved in to take what they killed and reap the rewards of their efforts. There had been a time when they had even caught the attention of the One Sith, and as Sith Lords do, deals were made that ultimately weren't kept up. Just another expulsion of methane, mixed with a nasty smell- essentially a fart- into the wind, scattered away and lost to the annuals of time. Just a brief explosion- those with potential, who had tapped into it only but for a moment- before losing it all to drugs, infamy and the comfort that came with riches that they neither deserved nor could they spend.

Was the Black Tie Syndicate a fart? A mere band of marauding lunatics, looking to tap into an ocean full of potential, before succumbing to the same things that brought down their predecessors? The Black Sun Syndicate became complacent. The Red Ravens tried to fill their boots, but essentially failed to live up to the hype. The Hutt Cartel wanted to become an Empire that died long before the four centuries of plague and the Star Wars that were waged between Jedi and Sith. Would they, for all pretense and purposes, flop at the final hurdle?

The move to take Antecedent- a paradise for crime lords, looking to set up a permanent shop on the galactic scene- meant that Patricia Susan Garter was stepping things up; and that meant that the Black Tie Syndicate was about to become a serious business. Alicia Drey had gotten more than she could have expected from the organization. She had made a lot of money; created a lot of contacts; and had recovered a trinket or two that meant a great, personal deal to her. If the Black Ties were a fart, then she be content with waving away the bad smell that followed and move on. But that didn't seem necessary.

The Dragon Palace Casino was why Alicia was on Antecedent. She didn't care about Patricia or her cronies really planned for the world. It was likely that she and the rest of the Black Ties would want a cut into the casino, and Alicia would more than likely supply it, considering her membership. But with designs to take the casino, they also included everything else that the Red Ravens had left behind. Alas, Alicia had set up a meet with what was left of the Red Ravens in the casino itself, into the home were Lysle of the Hyidan Way had rise and fell, to take everything he had worked for.

 

[Alicia Drey]

The meeting hadn't gone without blood. Alicia was used to that. When she had met with the Purple Rejects on Formos, she had been taken captive by a rapist, who had then proceeded to try and rape her, only to find out that she had powers that he couldn't fathom. A lot of men- bad guys, who had raped, killed and extorted a lot of people- had died that night, and once again, Darth Ayra had been absolved of her suffering through the blood of her enemies. But only one man had died in the Dragon Palace Casino on that particular night. Alicia didn't know his name. She hadn't even asked nor heard it when it was spoken. It didn't matter who he was. He was in the way.

"Which one of you is the leader?" she had asked coldly. Colder than they had ever heard anyone ask a question before and they had worked Lysle of the Hydian Way. And how could they know that it was an effect on the dark side? They couldn't know that they were compelled to say the guys name- a guy that, for all pretense and purposes (given they were criminals) had been good to them- by a Sith Lord in the guise of a timid, beautiful yet conceited business woman, who also happened to associated herself with drug dealers, dodgy businessmen and women, with designs and plans that nobody seemed able to place a finger on. Well, save for one Nightsister, who was dead now.

A flick of the wrist, neck broken and one body to the ground, Alicia submitted the Red Ravens in record time. They said that Lysle had been a difficult man to do business with. He always had an angle in mind, and if the deal didn't deliver to that angle, then there wasn't one to begin with. He was ruthless, intelligent and he could deliver a mean punch if necessary. Kind of like [member="James Justice"], although the latter was Soceras' hero and Lysle of the Hydian Way certainly wasn't one of those. To run a business, like he had done with the Red Ravens, then you needed men in place that could get the job done. Men who wouldn't fold when a gun, knife or the occasional lightsaber was put in their face. The type of guys who had no problems beating a woman to make a man pay his debt or something akin to that line of debauchery. Men, who didn't fold to a small, dirty blonde haired woman from Chandrila.

Yet they had folded. You didn't mess with a woman who could break necks with a single thought. No, you did as you were told, so you could get on with life. Take an hour in a spice den or inject a deathstick and get the buzz flowing. That will help you forget seeing another good man die. And if you were fortunate, you had a woman- maybe a kid or two- to come home too. The people that you ultimately went out to beat or extort other men's families, businesses and wealth to fund your own ventures. Who did it really matter who paid your salary? Worlds like Antecedent followed different kinds of laws. Loyalty would get you killed.

 

[Alicia Drey]

Standing over the railing- perhaps in the same spot that Lysle or [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] once stood in- Alicia flicked the ash at the end of her cigarette and paid it no attention as it descended to the bottom, landing in the drink of Nautolan smuggler who was just passing through, enjoying the company of a Zeltron hooker and spending loose change on the nearby games to help pass the time until his shipment was loaded. Perhaps he would get lucky and the Zeltron wouldn't try and extort him for all his change; or he might get luckier on one of the machines and leave Antecedent happier than he had entered it. One was more likely to happen than the other. Just another story- if it was a good memory- to share the next time he passed through another establishment, such as the Dragon Palace Casino.

Alicia didn't hear the expletive that followed the sudden spit of ash, brown liquor and saliva as the Nautolan realized that someone had ruined his drink. She didn't see the Zeltron, disgusted by the sudden outburst, move off to find another punter and totally missed it as the smuggler put his drink aside, to either be taken by a nearby waiter, waitress or some punter who was too cheap or broke to pay for his own drink. No, she was content to smoke her laserbrain, watch the punters below lose credits to the Dragon Palace Casino and continue playing her act. She only smoked in settings like this, in front of people like Patricia or James. Nonchalance was a trait associated with criminals, and they had to be, because if you begun caring about who you was hurting or extorting (and both came hand in hand, most of the time) then it was time to get out of the game and settle down somewhere nice, remote and away from the Chaos.

But Alicia wanted Chaos. She wanted Patricia, James and the rest of the Black Ties to continue their raids on Demonsgate; continue extorting the market to make a profit; and continue discovering artifacts, like the Horde Holocron or Darth Bane's Lightsaber, so that she could reap the rewards of their efforts. Chaos meant that the Jedi were kept busy, on the edge. It made them easier to attack and undermine. But perhaps more importantly, it also kept the Sith busy too. There was only meant to be two- she knew that, but they had chosen to ignore it, content to keep their lives in selfish pursuits- and she would bring it back to the old way, the right way and finally, centuries after the Sith'ari started the Sith on the road to ascension, the imperatives cast down to her would be completed and once more a Sith Lord would rule the Galaxy.

Woven into the tapestry of the Sith'ari's efforts, Alicia added another piece to the master jigsaw and saw her edge closer- agonizingly slowly- towards her ascension. Credits were supposed to be spent, and her wealth would be spent on information, contacts, artifacts and the things that would bring her closer towards the completion of Darth Bane's promise. The Dragon Palace Casino drew in around 555m cr annually, according to some, and that type of funding was precisely the type of thing Alicia required in her efforts. So, she left Antecedent a richer, more powerful woman, with the Red Ravens a sub faction of the Black Tie Syndicate, who now happened to bring to the fold assets that made the organization all the more richer, stronger and more powerful.

Putting out her cigarette into the ash tray, Alicia drew on her coat and departed the VIP lounge, into the chaos and greed of Antecedents most desperate, whilst a cheap- no, broke- drunk wondered over to a half filled whisky glass containing the now rare and expensive Corellian whisky, put out of production because some crazy ancient alien decided to destroy the world and people who used to produce it, and raised it in toast to his find, draining it and the last remnants of the ash that had polluted it, almost as if to salute the Chandrilan who stepped out into Antecedents cold air and into a vehicle that would bring her to the Initium, and from there, Sojourn.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Driving through the mayhem filled streets of Antecedent, Miss Blonde had one target on her mind. She wanted her revenge and even if she was going to get it by proxy she'd have it one way or the other. Watching Black Tie enforcers dressed in military uniforms murder her old employees the woman took pleasure in the face that she was going to once again control the streets of the planet. But this time would be different, this time she'd make sure it was done right.

A good ten minutes of driving later the woman pulled up in front of a house and parked the expensive speeder. Leaving her rifle there the woman walked up to the front door, jammed an anti security blade into it and was allowed easy access. When the door opened she stepped inside and her first sight was that of a Twi'lek man with orange skin and a blaster at his hip.

Like an ancient quick drawing western gun slinger the woman drew her pistol and hit the man in the in the side to disable his weapon.

"Sofa, now." Patricia said in a very deadly voice.

After a few moments the man was sitting across from her as Blonde pointed a pistol at the man's chest from a recliner on the opposite side of him. Looking down she stared at a picture of Chiasa and the man together in front of the dragon palace.

"You remember me?" Blonde said as she tapped the picture with the barrel of the pistol.

"I have no idea who you are. Listen if you want money then I have plenty plea-"

"Oh no this is not about money. I have only one question. Where is Chiasa?" Patricia asked as she flipped the picture around.

"I don't know, nobody knows. She just vanished. Please I have kids, you don't need to do this. I went straight I'm not a criminal anymore." the man pleaded and tried his best to not seem overly fearful.

"So you don't know where she is? And you don't have anymore sway in the criminal world? But you stood by while I was cast aside by you and yours. Nothing is going to change that, and you are going to have to pay. Kids, or no kids." Miss Blonde would then set the pistol on the recliner's arm with her finger on the trigger.

"Please I'm begging you. My kids don't deserve this. You're wearing a helmet, I don't know who you are. Just please let me go."

"Are you ready?" Patricia asked as the hammer thumbed back.

"Please, let's just talk about thi-" the sound of a pistol went off three times and the man was struck in the chest visibly recoiling after each blow until he slumped over dead.

"$&@# your kids." And like that Patricia stood up and adorned her alter ego once more.

"This is Blonde, all forces rally at the dragon palace. Secure any high priority targets and line them up on the steps." Miss Blonde stepped out the door and into her speeder before taking off down the road.

[member="Jan Valdum"]
[member="Seanna Vel"]
[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]
[member="Cyrus Falcor"]
[member="James Justice"]
[member="KeCholo"]
[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member="The Black Hat"]
[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[James Justice]

James blinked as he processed the order. He didn't know why people always insisted on fighting back against the inevitable. "Copy that, Blonde."

The spacer waved for his troops to fall in and he began his trek through the burning city. Bodies and burned out speeders lay discarded in the street like animals. His boots stepped in a pool of blood as he marched through it all. The memories played over in his head over and over. Other wars. Other planets. Other lives he took. It was all one now. And like this one they had made no difference.

He looked at the front that was Lola's Lounge. It was a garish attempt at pseudo-classic styles and neon lights were revolting. It harkened back to a more "innocent" time of burlesque dancers and other exotic forms of pleasure. The place looked empty but James knew it would be otherwise and was sure that a small army was held inside.

"Fall in after me," James ordered, "Mow them down."

He kicked the door in with a heavy kick from his metallic boots, stepping out of the opening. A barrage of heavy blaster fire filled the void where he had been. James pulled a spoke grenade from his belt, tossing it in. 1...2....3. The smoke filled the room, letting James step in unseen. His tongue slid across the inner controls of his helmet, activating the bio and heat scanners in his suit. A half a dozen body outlines illuminated on his visor. James narrowed his eyes as he raised his rifle. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bodies dropped, snuffed out like embers on a cool camp night. He moved his way to stairs on the other side of the room, letting his troops mop up the rest. A guard at the top of the stairs fired a shot over James' head, James let a blaster bolt into his chest, sending the body sprawling back. James' boots crushed his remaining ribs as he reached the top lounge.

"Stop, don't I will shoot!" screamed a woman waving a heavy blaster from behind a couch.

James recognized the make and model, it would shatter armor in a single shot.

"Son of a Bith," he muttered.

His finger twitched, the Force sped up his reflexes and made his aim true. The bold shattered her whole hand in a spray of blood. As the red-headed woman collapsed in a writhing pain, James hauled her down the stairs. His soldiers were waiting. James tossed Lola, the woman, towards one of them, "Patch her up fast, we got arse to haul."

[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="Alicia Drey"]
[member="Jan Valdum"]
[member="KeCholo"]
[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member="Cyrus Falcor"]
@Zenva Vrota

 

[Keira Priest]

Music
Gear in signature.

One building in flames, another with a barely functioning foundation, and a plethora of corpses amounted to her track record thus far within the lapse of time the Black Ties had thus far occupied Antecedent. Considering the enemy they were dealing with Keira didn't count it as any sort of accomplishment, but it provided a sort of satisfaction that what was once theirs was being returned to whom it belonged. There were seven individuals of various species, all of them crime bosses of a certain caliber with their own sizable operations on the planet. Powerful in their own right and by their own hand, having continued their respective businesses long after the collapse of the Red Ravens, their former overlords. An impressive endeavor, all told.

And now each of those seven were restrained with stun cuffs, some injured by her hand while others had gotten off mostly clean, all of them disarmed and prisoners of the Black Tie Syndicate. But that status wouldn't last long, as she had no doubt each would have a bullet in their head within the next few minutes. It was nothing personal. Rather, it was something to be expected. In the criminal underworld it was kill or be killed, with the stronger taking over the positions of those less fit in what was often a matter of days or even hours.These lesser crime lords had most certainly worn out their welcome, their stay in this life about to come to a rather abrupt and bloody end. But that was for [member="Miss Blonde"] to deliver, not her.

When the call came in over the comms she didn't make any move to respond, half-listening to the instructions as it was, more concerned with keeping her temporary prisoners in line. "Haven't you returned before this?" "Yeah, Blonde and I went to the Casino ourselves, and I ended up coming back alone. Fought a Sith Lord, tore up the ground floor pretty decently. I'd bet that the front doors are still torn off." "When was this?" "Your guess is as good as mine. It was awhile ago. You'll see when we get there, after all this is taken care of." She doubted anyone would be surprised if they learned she was responsible for the damage caused, not that it couldn't be repaired rather simply, with the credits they had been bringing in lately.

The towering edifice that was the Dragon Palace Casino still held a commanding presence even from where it stood, deserted and worn down by time and looters both. Neon light that had once cascaded from its form ceased to shine down, but it still withheld a quiet regality even now. This had been home for her for years, the only place she had considered worthy of the moniker since leaving Corellia. A crooked grin manifested beneath her helmet, her progress halting once they reached the steps. "Everybody line up on your knees before I have to put you there." Even with that warning there were still those to stubborn to obey, and so she took care of the problem her own way, which happened to be violently.

Once that was all said and done she opened up a transmission to Blonde, "It's been taken care of. Just waiting on the rest of you."

[member="James Justice"], [member="KeCholo"], [member="Seanna Vel"], [member="Zenva Vrotoa"], [member="Jan Valdum"], [member="Alicia Drey"], [member="Cyrus Falcor"]