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

[Jarven Zexxel]

Left black eye. Aching neck. Swelling right cheek. Broken ribs. Gouged side. Blaster burns. Left broken leg. Was he supposed to pull that knife out already? He didn't know. It was hard to think. But, you should see the other guy Jarven was holding a gun to. It was a stand off, more or less. Both men karked up to an extreme and trying to hold a gun to each other. Did holding a gun on top of the table between them and pointing in each other's general direction count?

His name was Christopher Paolini. He was number 3 on the hit list. Here they both were, on the top floor of this building. Every floor below them held death on both sides. A mass grave, if you will. Now, it was just the two of them. Paolini piped up for the 63rd time, saying,

"Drop your gun, maggot."

So, Jarven replied for the 63rd time,

"Not on your life, creep."

Nothing remained accomplished except for the sound of silence echoing the memories of the dead and the futility of slowly dying. If he shot, it was up in the air whether or not he'd hit his mark. If he shot, Paolini would surely shoot and had the same chance of hitting Jarven. If he set down his gun in peace, there was no telling if Paolini would honor it. Jarven was sure that Paolini was feeling the same. Jarven had never been in such a quandary before that, ironically, involved two people that hated each other so much to rely on each other for continued existence.

Jarven hadn't planned on having a philosophical time whilst in the middle of a killing spree. Yet, here they were. Jarven said,

"We can both walk, limp, or drag ourselves away from this stalemate. You're no longer a threat unless you insist on being a threat."

To which he replied by saying, for the 64th time,

"Drop your gun, maggot."

This was going to be a long night, yet...

[member="James Justice"] | [member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="KeCholo"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]​

 

[James Justice]

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As his soldier patched up the bleeding Lola, James began looking through files of pictures of his children saved on his helmet's data. Brooklyn, Jess, Calvin--and then Anyra, his love. The spacer looked at her face and felt a twinge of intense love and emotion at her smile and gorgeous golden eyes.

A roar blasted through the building, sending James and his soldiers flailing across the floor and interrupting his thoughts. Hell broke lose as blasterfire tore through the building, ripping the remains of a soldier beside James to a mass of bloody matter. A pain was lodged in James' left side from a bit of shrapnel that had wedged itself right under his ribs. Through the smoke of the explosion, James could see most of his dozen were injured.

James' eyes flickered with the power of the dark side and rage consumed him, "Get the bloody prisoner out of here!"

He rose to his feet, charging head first into the hell. His rage burned brighter, sending visible shadows along his person. His rifle roared with death, sending blaster bolts through the ambush that had attacked. A blaster bolt tore through his right thigh, James hardly felt it as he grabbed the nearest attacker by the back of his skull. The spacer twisted it with a flick of his arm, snapping the body's neck. Spinning, he dodged a torrent of blaster bolts coming from a wookiee perched on a ruined building. Using the Force, James hurled the carcass in his hands in a might arc--the bodies collided in a bloody display.

A slug ripped into James' shoulder, the spacer roared in bloodlust more than pain before bounding to the attacker. His gauntleted fist shattered the man's skull, spraying the wall with his cranium. The man beside him froze in terror a moment before trying to hoist the shoulder rocket launcher in his hands. James grabbed his throat, pinning his opponent's body to the wall. James fueled off his fear fear for a moment, his terror, his pain, meeting the man's horrified eyes.

"There is a price to pay," the spacer snarled, the knuckle blade of his free hand slid into place, "Always a price to pay for messing with James."

The razor-edge ripped through the exposed stomach, James let the body fall, releiving it of the rocket launcher. A speeder in the street was still pounding the lounge with heavy blaster fire. James raised his new weapon, sighted it, and fired. The chassis erupted into a blossom of flames.

James watched as the smoke plumed from it. The weapon in his hand clattered to the ground, fatigue and pain began to set and the darkside in him lowered to its normal levels. He could taste blood in his mouth. It was hard to tell which blood was oozing from the wounds under his armor and which was from the bodies he had brutally created. He could barely stand, his legs protested in agony from their wounds but he willed himself to shuffle forward. The dragon. He had to get there.

[member="Jarven Zexxel"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="Alicia Drey"]
@Everyone?

 

[Seanna Vel]

Having giving Miss Blonde a nod, after which she had her own little plan to the fact that she had her own plan of her own. Finding that there was a few place she might want to bring into her own business fold. After all she wasn't one to sit on her behind do nothing if she could help it. Wondering the place with her own armor on along with her rifle did she look like a bounty hunter maybe so that would fit the bill for right now.

After all one like her couldn't she would she was or where she was going to end up at. That was the beatify of it all. Coming to a building as she smirk going in to such a high class building it was there that she would take her first step in this bigger plan. Running her hand on the key board, have a flash or two, having the code in before anyone could see that she didn't have it. The lovely of this all was that she was in before anyone could stop her for now. That was the key to act quickly, with out mercy, as she did so she first one that came into view she had a head shot was laying on the floor while the others was to follow. Then came the last office that was where she wanted to be, as she had a smirk on her own lips.

Lets, talk sweet cakes...

Reacting quick enough to the fact there wasn't any talking.

Or not

Taking into account that knew before he had a change he as laying in his pool of blood, as she remvoed in from his desk, as she went to work on a few of the business holding this crime lord had on the planet. Wrapping all it up in a neat little package for her to be ahve the dealing for her own. AFter all she wasn't one to not want her slice of the bigger pie.

[member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="James Justice"] Miss Blonde
Alicia Drey

 

[Miss Blonde]

Taking out her comm link the woman dialed a few numbers and was out out in touch with Antecedent's number one news source and informed them that they were to send a crew over to the Dragon Palace Casino right away. Once that was set up the woman stepped on the gas and flew her way towards the casino and in a few moments she arrived before the camera crew arrived.

Flipping on her voice modulator the woman looked over to Keira who had brought the prisoners and had them lined up across the steps of the casino each with a bag over their head and gagged. James wasn't here yet but she would deal with his tardiness later by reminding him that this was a game with no second chances, he was a good friend but she needed to inform him that if any of this was going to work than every piece needed to be moving in motion.

But his tardiness was nothing compared to the reports she was getting about KeCholo bombing entire buildings and possibly causing civilian causalities. Where James would get a soft slug on the shoulder then a kiss on the cheek he was fixin to get a bullet in his knees and a set of broken arms. Regardless if there were civilians casualties it would be buried and dealt with, and KeCholo would be reminded that civilian casualties were to be actively avoided.

"It's show time." she said as the helmet's voice modulator came out in a deep baritone.

The news van pulled up and the camera started to roll on the footage of two armored women standing behind a row of criminals.

"People of Antecedent!! For too long you have lived under the thumbs of gangsters and criminals! Taxing you! Stealing from you! Selling drugs to your families and ruining your lives with their vices! I say no more!!" Blonde said to the camera in a rather uplifting tone.

"We are the Wild Space Defense Force and we have gathered your criminals here on the steps for judgment and Justice! But we are not just here for to bring justice! We are here for you! To help you create a government by the people for the people! So I say to you tonight begins a new life for all of you! An end to the crime and madness!! What we do is out of necessity! If there are children in the room I ask that they leave!" Blonde would then turn around and approach the prisoners.

Leaning down she turned off her helmet's vocalizer and whispered into the former Raven's ear.

"Payback's a queen."

The man struggled to no avail as he recognized the voice and realized what was happening. But it was all for not.

Point the pistol at the back of the man's head the trigger was pulled and a red stain shot itself onto the fabric of the brown sack. And one by one Patricia walked down the line putting bullets in everyone's head.

Whoever said revenge wouldn't make you feel complete was a god damn liar because it felt damn good. And in one fell swoop Blonde had executed every one of her criminal rivals on Antecedent.

The planet was theirs and they would establish their puppet government to ensure that they wouldn't become targets to the galaxy.

[member="James Justice"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"] Alicia Drey

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo panted hard as he ran down the abandoned streets, he was running ahead of the army to clear the warehouse. Behind him, beside him, and in front of him were various buildings occupied by scared civilians. The mercenary general managed to avoid snipers and rogue gang members by sticking the the shadows and scaling buildings when necessary.

In only a few minutes he arrived at the occupied warehouse, guards surrounded it. Taking out his plasma rifle, Ke'Cholo gave a mighty shout and charged the building guns blazing. The few security officers had little time to react as the plasma bolts tore through their flesh. In a matter of seconds, Ke'Cholo cleared the courtyard of the armed men.

Stepping inside, the warehouse was unoccupied except for a small office that was quickly cleared out by a fragmentation grenade. Blood, flesh, and body parts flew out of the open windows, leaving only Ke'Cholo and the droids inside. Activating said robots was fairly easy as he activated the first and commanded it to activate more and tell them to activate more, this created a chain reaction. Ke'Cholo then made them man the walkers and exit out of the building.

At this time, Ke'Cholo's army was only a block away. He made a motion for them to follow, and they did so. The general led them to the hovertracks where he saw his ally [member="Jan Valdum"]. Ke'Cholo would reach into his satchel and toss the man a bottle of brandy.

''Let's get these things ripped up, then we'll tell [member="Miss Blonde"] our work is done.''

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

[member="Miss Blonde"]

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

"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."



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

Cyrus diverted from Miss Blonde and headed for the aforementioned coordinates, shooting anyone who was far too interested in getting in his way, some who'd survived his attacks years ago would recognize the tell tale yellow cloak, the gas mask and the subsequent explosions that erupted from a few of those overpriced Caff houses.

Rounding a corner, he came upon on the warehouses on his list. It looked familiar, because this was the warehouse he'd broken into to steal droids. DD-S1's if his memory was correct. Simple Security droids from the Red Raven enclave of douches. He approached as a guard made to intercept. Before the guard could utter a word, Cyrus put two rounds in his chest. He used the key card to access the door and made his way inside, where all the Booty was.

Looking around, he found a terminal that had logs of the contents of the warehouse. This led him to find a container with 200 deactivated DD-S1's, hacking in was simple, because they forgot to change their passwords from the last time he'd been here. Upon breaching the security, he turned on the droids, loaded the Black Tie IFF and set them on a path towards [member="Miss Blonde"]. Before they went, he had them begin raiding the warehouse for weapons, ammo, armor and vehicles. There were a couple ATWs that they stole and began marching for the Casino. Once they left, he transferred control to his own Datapad and tossed a few grenades into the generators and set the sky ablaze.

Outside his first target, he sent an "All Clear" ping to Miss Blonde for warehouse #1.

@KeCholo @Seanna Vel [member="James Justice"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"]