Justice Comes in strange ways--Taking Dal'Bor

[James Justice]

Location: The Angel Den, Dal'Bor, Soceras
Time: 8:13

Theme song

James looked out over the city. It was teaming with crime, sin, and--filth. It was run by crime lords, many of them. Their dictatorships had been long overdue for a take down. And now, he was going to usurp them. His hold had started with this tower of a sin den. For weeks it had been in operation, booming, and making thousands of credits every night. But more than that--it had been gathering information. Which crime lord controlled the spice trade? Who was over the slavery in this city? Who controlled the swoop gang? Who was able to be eliminated? Who was able to be crushed like a bug? And who would be left standing as a vassal to this anarchist?

The criminal could have easily used his private army to flush out every one of the overlords and slaughter them in a foot war. Or they could have battered the city into nothing from space. But that was not how James would do this. No, he was here to liberate the civilians. He was here to take down their cruel destroyers, and in the process, he was sure that would do them good. Yes, that was what this was about.

The spacer turned and looked across the room. It was empty, and it was time for him to begin. Already the members of his company were at work, moving and shaking this city to change it forever. Yes, nothing would ever be the same.

James slipped on a body glove armor made from ylsarmri skin. It would cut him off from the Force, but to those who were able, he would be invisible. Over it he slipped a metallic bodyglove armor. What followed were his beskar plates, one over the chest, another over each bicep, guantlets, knee guards, legs, all of it. It was not light and eligant like the mandalorians. Oh no, it was thick. Heavy. So much so the built in servos had to activate when he locked them in place, else he would be unable to move. At last the helmet came on and its HUD lit up around James' eyes. To outsiders he appeared to be a droid--the sound of the servos, the voice scrambler, and the lack of a Force Signature didn't help either.

He had become the Kingmaker once more.

OBJECTIVES: (PLEASE PICK ONE)
A- Liberate the slaves. A Trandoshan slaver named Gossk works this city with his goons. Find his slaves holed up in his base, liberate them.... Employee casualties are not of concern.
B-Spice of Life: Justice Shipping does not deal spice. We have located a Rodien spicer who goes by Dal'voko. Take him down, we prefer you burn his shipment (if some of it happens to walk away with you... that's not James' problem ), and make his foot soldiers our soldiers
C-Swooping in for Victory: Two rival swoop gangs, the Reds and the Raiders run the lower streets of Dal'Bor. James won both of their stuff in a fair bet... but they aren't exactly wanting to give it over.... Get it, prefer casualties to be minimal.
D-Reno Casino: Casinos are a great way to make money. The biggest in the city is called Fongo's Freefall. Make a deal with the Hutt Owner and get it for ourselves.
E- Snowflakes: Have your own take on how to further our goodness in this city? Go for it!!

[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Corvetta Salvo"]
[member="Dia Torr"]
[member="Dion Kayl"]
[member="Djark Slove"]
[member="Echo Emerald"]
[member="Kiber Thaxton"]
@Niyla Allura
[member="One-Eyed Jack Varren"]
[member="Ranga Desilijic Boga"]
[member="Ryn'Dhal"]
[member="stardust"]
[member="Thalia Kaia"]
[member="Triter Zone"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Objective b
Stardust walked through the city streets hood over her head head looking down...she was on her way to meet a informant on meeting a man by the name dal'voko who...dealed with spice in the city...a drug she'd never even touch or be around....however she had the need to kill....her mind was racing the voice would not stop droning on about what it would do when it was at full power...she pushed it off and stopped into a alley setting against a wall...she'd wait now for the man
[member="James Justice"]

 

[Kiber_Thaxton]

[member="James Justice"]​

Objective A: Liberate the slaves

~

Looking out across the dark city, a lone bounty hunter could hear the voices of those who could not, and were not, allowed to speak; those who had been forced into the debauched world of slavery. Tonight was the night he would do something about it once and for all. He liked being in Dal'Bor - it was his second home, but it made him sick when he saw slaves being dragged along in collars and chains. Hatred and anger would not be the answer tonight, but using his cunning and keen sense of setting traps and ambushes would come into play on this operation. He would ensnare Gossk and his slaver cronies in a series of ingenious traps, leaving them, literally, in a bind, but unharmed.

The black and silver armour fitted tightly over his scarred and muscular frame. The helmet HUD came online and he prepared himself for the night's work; the Mando was tasked with hunting down a despicable Trandoshan named Gossk who ran the city's slave trade. Having use of something that most people had no idea existed, the Force, he would use this to advantage and overcome the slaver by his smarts. After the weeeks of intelligence gathering, he discovered that Gossk's third in command, Drime Rosss, was a regular at a bar not too far from Angel's Den, so it was the perfect time to go and pay him a visit and pry some information out of him about his boss' whereabouts on this night...

Kiber started down the dark and dimly lit street, taking in the night scenes; people were out having a good time and he got several stares from drunk passersby, but thankfully no one came up and tried to pick a fight with him. Rounding the corner, about six blocks away, there it was - a gaudy bar that was lit up like a christmas tree. Approaching the front door, he could see that the bouncers were extra vigilant tonight, so he'd make for the rear entrance by going down the alleyway. The Mando blended into the shadows and he quickly made it to the rear entrance and slowly opened the door. It creaked and groaned, but thankfully, no one went to investigate. He snuck into the rear hallway and closed it shut.

"Now, where are you Drime?" he asked himself quietly, making his way through the myriad of corridors until he got to a service lift. Getting in, he punched the "G" button and the doors closed with a metallic woosh. The old lift groaned and trundled up to the main floor of the bar. That was where Drime loved to spend most of his time, throwing money at the Twi'lek dancers who were employed by the owner. The metal doors opened up on a scene that was permeated by thick smoke and the smell of strong alcohol. Stepping out, he casually walked up to the bar to order a drink and looked around him; no one was interested in the unusual stranger, so he was safe for now. And then he scanned for Drime.

"What can I get you sir?" the barkeep asked, as Kiber looked around him. "Nothing at the moment," he said, as the scanner monitored every one of the patrons, running them against known information he had picked up in the previous weeks. Finally, his scanner beeped and it had found Drime - he was sitting in a booth, with two Twi'leks on each arm and drinking copious amounts of alcohol and then touching the two of them rather inappropriately. Kiber got up and walked over to the booth and looked at Drime, staring at him coldly from behind the helmet. It would call upon all of his strength to not beat the Trandoshan up right here and now, but then he told himself it would do no good at all.

"Thaxton. Kiber Thaxton. Bounty hunter and fighter pilot. I was told you would be able to put me in touch with Grossk about a possible slave purchase?"

 

[One-Eyed Jack Varren]

Objective B

It took less than a minute for Admiral Varren to catch up to [member="stardust"] , His gait slowing to a leisurely stroll as he found his way to her side. He knew why she was out here, The same reason he was, She was here for the spice dealer and his soldiers..... Varren was here for them as well, And to resupply his own spice stock.

As he strolled beside the Jedi he couldn't help but think how easily the scum they were looking for would be able to see that she was no criminal and definitely no spice addict. His words came carried upon a soft tone as he spoke to her.... You realize that your plan is not going to work right? You wreak of civility and goodness Admiral, And these scum will sense it far faster than I can."

 

[Echo Emerald]

Location: Classified
Time: 8:30
Objection: Classified

After recent events of as of late they had gotten the soldiers that were stolen from them which gave them full force again and they are able to support justice shipping activities once more. James had given them information that some gangs didn't want to hand over some of their supplies. That's what they were here for to get the boss his stuff and take out a few baddies in the process. To her knowledge the rest of the company was already on the ground. As the ships were low enough in the orbit she flipped i switch turning of all lights and turning on sirens though out the ship the only light glowing was the emergency lights were still dim. "Get all forces and equipment ready to drop lets get the supplies and get out of this planet." Once she made it to the hanger she shut down all comm's to the rest of the company. She was going to do this job a little different then she was use too and she could feel star was off as of lately but she was to. They had to get past the event and try to fix what she has done.

As i looked over the walkway i could see hundred soldiers running to the dropships checking their equipment then checking their fellow soldiers equipment in front of them. I was impressed on how rose had trained them on how orderly they were when needed. But then i heard crying in the distance it caught me off guard then i listened closer to it it sounded familiar it couldn't be. A deep sadness fell over me once i knew who cry it was she wanted to find her and help but the company wanted her dead. I had to keep this a secret the only possible person that could hear this was [member="stardust"] but she was still even driven by rage could she still feel roses cry? I doubt it but i'm not a force user so i wouldn't know. All i could do now was hope she was safe until i could help her.

Once every drop ships was loaded and equipped with everything we were going to use today the blast doors opened. The view was beautiful but it was yet another crime and sin city. What a shame it looked beautiful but that's why they were there here today to make this place a better city to live in. Granted james did say minimal casualties but i really not feel like being nice.

As i boarded my dropship with Vortex squad the ships lifted off towards the city a commander pinged starsdust location. As i looked out the ships doors at least ten other ships diverted their course to stardust location. As my ships kept going the back ramp lowered allowing four troopers to climb onto speeder before the pilots released them allowing them to scout the gangs before their arrival.

Spoiler

Spoiler

C-Swooping in for Victory: Two rival swoop gangs, the Reds and the Raiders run the lower streets of Dal'Bor. James won both of their stuff in a fair bet... but they aren't exactly wanting to give it over.... Get it, prefer casualties to be minimal.
E- Snowflakes:

Stardust Backup (Only Commanded by her)

Spoiler

40 Bulwark Combat Droid
24 MT-RAW
Eighty soldiers (Armor, ACS-004 Olympian Battle Armor)

Echo's military

Spoiler

800 Spaarti Clone Troopers
800 Spaarti Combat Medic
600 Spaarti Combat Engineer
800 Spaarti Naval Crew
400 Spaarti Sniper
400 Spaarti Comm Operator
Equipment:
TMW-M1 "Lance" Sniper Rifle
Tenloss EQM1-LMG "Equalizer" Squad Automatic Weapon
PDW-M1 "Neutralizer"
VLR-5 "Valor" Assault Blaster
Armor:
ACS-004 Olympian Battle Armor

Scouter bikes:
Stinger Speeder Bike

Dropships:
H-SDV1 "The Truck"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YhtwUk3QagQ

 

[Dion Kayl]

Objective D- Casino Royale
Location: Fongo's Fall, Dal'Bor, Soceras
Time: 9:00p
Equipment: Space Tuxedo, 2x Knives (hidden in shoes)

Spoiler: Soundtrack

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xb4P-MZMzJs[/media]

The multi-species band played robustly while a singer crooned over the din-- Fongo's Fall was a classy joint, no doubt about that. Dion was dressed sharply in black tonight; he wore no armor (though, as a cyborg, much of his human flesh had been replaced by cortosis-mesh skin grafts, which offered excellent protection) and carried no weapons (though, being paranoically cautious by nature, he did have a knife hidden in the sole of each of his polished Corellian leather shoes). He was calm as a cucumber as one of the casino's security guards patted him down; a notice nearby described severe penalties for those caught bringing weapons or starting fights on the casino floor. The guard finally looked him dead in the eyes, scowling, and asked: "You an android?"

"Cyborg, technically." Dion responded calmly.

"Hm. Fine. No cheating, cyborg-- we'll know if you try."

"I'm only here to do some honest gambling." This was both true and a lie-- this entire operation was a huge gamble, though it could pay-off big. [member="James Justice"] had designs to fold Fongo's Fall into his growing empire, and Dion's goal was to meet Fongo the Hutt and persuade him to yield gracefully, to everyone's mutual benefit. Not his usual line of work, but as he was ushered into the spectacular main floor, he thought to himself: I could get used to this.

There were tables set up for just about every game of chance one could imagine, card games from across the Galaxy, the clatter of all sorts of dice, not to mention dancing, complimentary drinks and tapas being shuttled around by a beautiful wait-staff, and even a boxing ring where, at this very moment, a Mandalorian was going toe-to-toe with a hulking Gammorean, and onlookers were cheering wildly while clutching betting slips.

Dion lifted a thin glass of a bubbly drink from a passing tray; he'd never been to a place like this, though he'd seen them in holo-movies, and he had an idea of how to blend in. He scanned each face as he moved deeper into the floor, searching for his contact who was supposed to assist him on this mission. He wasn't sure if they would show up, in which case he might have to wing it-- perhaps he could get the Hutt owner's attention with a high-stakes bet of some kind...

(( OOC: Anyone who would like to can be Dion's contact in the Casino ))

 

[Triter Zone]

[member="James Justice"]

Dal'Bor, lower levels, Havod Hearth Bar & Grill.
Objective: C.

Triter climbed down off his A14 Repulsorlift Disk, gathering his green thermal cape around himself as he strode toward a hologram-lit entrance nearby. His large, vulpine ears flicked as he walked, trying to keep dry in the cold rain which was falling.
The buildings of Dal'Bor were tall enough that, especially in the lower levels, some parts of the city had their own weather patterns. Down here, in the deepest, darkest parts, where the vermin liked to run and hide, the combined moisture from the over-city came to collect; it was always raining, or foggy, or damp.
The young Amaran suddenly heard a snicker from out of the shadows. Turning, he saw a small group of human youths, thin from spice abuse and malnutrition, with shaved heads and copious piercings. They sneered at Triter, huddled in the corner around a flaming barrel.
"Whassamatter, fuzzy?" One of them said between nervous chuckles. "D-Don't like the rain?"
The human and his friends laughed, and Triter rolled his eyes. Before they could say anything else, he hurried to the door of the cantina before him, running into the outstretched hand on the bouncer.
"Whoa, lil' guy." Said a gruff, at least near-human male voice, though Triter could not make out the man's species. "You look a lil' small fer dis' place, yeah?"
Still unable to clearly see who he was talking to, Triter glared up at the hulking figure, his vulpine features hard.
"A wise man once said that size matters not." The Amaran replied. "Dunno who, but you should think on that."
Triter held up a bronzium medallion with the Justice Shipping crest on it. The bouncer grunted, and then moved aside.
The space pirate cast a look behind him, in time to see the group of emaciated youths from before scattering into the dark, from points much closer than they had been.
Gritting his teeth, he adjusted his improvised cloak, and stepped into the cantina.

Though often busy running his own group of ner-do-wells out in the Javin, Triter Zone tried as much as he could to assist in the operations of his friend, colleague and fellow Officer of the Line, James Justice. Sometimes, it was administrative stuff, but currently, it was street work, which the space pirate hardly objected to.
He had to stay sharp, after all.
The Reds and the Raiders were two major swoop gangs in the lower levels. They had been at odds for as long as anyone could remember; their turf wars were generally small, but often draw out, and Triter wondered if they understood how much they were hurting their own business by engaging in such behavior.
Probably not, he concluded. Swoop jockeys didn't seem to like thinking about much at all.
Recently, James had won their equipment in a fair bet with their leaders. Naturally, neither group was willing to give up their prized swoops willingly...
...and so Triter had been sent down to troubleshoot the situation. Hopefully without any actual shooting.
Hopefully.
Through research, the Amaran had discovered Havod Hearth, neutral ground for both gangs, who liked to gather there to drink and gamble after a hard day's ride.
Hopefully, with both sides involved, Triter could come to some form of agreement with them...
Hopefully.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Stardust looked at her side before nodding to [member="One-Eyed Jack Varren"] before looking forward as she awaited the arrival of the informant

She looked diver to him with a gkare...one would see in her eyes she was not...even close to good*I do not wreak of such things....if anything o cause fear to those who know they should fear Mr...besides I look the part...and spice dealers don't care as long as you pay them now shush...here come sthe informant


The hooded man approached and stopped setting against the opposite wall"
*so you looking for a dealer huh?

Indeed and so is my friend here...lets say he gave me a little and...now I need more"she said giving a lick of her lips and a grin

*well shouldn't be a problem at all....you'll find him beneath the scrap yards... He uses that as a dealing point...but beware he...has a thing for twilrks like you.hehehe

Not a problem

*my payment?

Yes of course"she said and was started to give the credits then she quickly drew her sword and stabbed the man as she chuckled and grinned madly"thanks"she said as the man shivered before she pulled her blade away and turned"come....we must leave

 

[James Justice]

Time: 9:30

The Kingmaker stood aloft in the city streets, tall, strong and proud. The beskar glinted in the system's blue star. While the armor clenched around its body and suppressed it's feeling to the force there was a strange feeling of--power. Of resolve.

The bulk armor suit leaped down with goat-like nimbleness from perch to perch towards the ground. The massive weigh of the armor made each structure bend and bow under it. Finally the ground cracked as the feet hit it. Several of the pedestrians looked shocked, understandably so.

Unaffected, the metallic being began to walk through the crowd with a sense of direction. After a few minutes he reached the space port and began to make his way to the head of security's office. He was about to broker a deal that was the key to shutting off most of the ill-gotten gain of the city. After all, everything had to come from. Somewhere.

Long ago the on world crimelords had agreed to collectively not take the space port. It was the only bit of free turf in the city and a no fire zone. However, the kingmaker was not one of them and he was not intent on making any such deal......

[member="Triter Zone"]
[member="Dion Kayl"]
[member="Echo Emerald"]
[member="One-Eyed Jack Varren"]
[member="Kiber Thaxton"]
[member="stardust"]

 

[Nyx]

Time: to kick some ass.
Objective: E

Dal'bor. Normally, she would never be able to get here. But she had done 'late-night negotiations' with the roommate of the third cousin of one of the smugglers that made his base here, and so she could sneak herself and her second here. She understood that her new partner-in-semi-crime, [member="James Justice"], was making a move for control/liberation, and she decided to do her part the best way she knew how.

One of the local crime lords, Dracan Vallen, was known to be a gambler. He was also known for having one of the best pugilists this side of Coruscant under his command, and Nyx was seeking to put that to the test. To put it simply, she had made a deal: if Nyx can beat his champion in a fistfight, he would work directly under James and acquiesce all control to the man. If she lost, she had to spend a week with Dracan as his companion (read: love slave). Nyx had complete confidence in her abilities, so when she and Kath arrived at the pre-arranged spot, she ignored Dracan's eyes roaming her tattooed body.
She stared at the other end of the small custom arena, where Dracan's champion would soon arrive. And when they did, Nyx's eyes bugged out of her head, for she was staring at a large, half-nude Gammorrean. Well, she hadn't expected that. But nevertheless, she removed her jacket, leaving her with a dark red shirt that came down barely over her shoulders, tossing the Glistaweb garment to Kath.
She smirked at the Gammorrean and extended her middle finger at him, using it to beckon him towards her, mouthing three words: "Bring it on."

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective:A

Saving slaves. That's about the only thing that Kay ever did well. She had saved thousands of them in Hutt Cartel space and always using different methods. She was unaware of [member="Kiber Thaxton"] and his mission. She only knew of her own. But then that was usually how she worked.

Being a Senator for the Republic, her face was most likely recognizable, so she covered it up with a scarf that extended from her face as if protecting herself from a dust storm. She wore just simple merchant attire, with her satchel slung over her shoulder. Contained inside was a spare set of clothes, datapad, commlink, tea pouch, water bladder, small tea kettle and cup, as well as food rations. Hidden inside her right boot was a small blaster set to stun. She never killed.

Trandoshan's like Grossk had nothing to worry about in places like this. So they had little precautions to make. Sure there were guards protecting his base, but the worry of someone stealing his slaves wasn't really at the top of his mind. And that was what Kay was counting on.

But first she had find out where it was and then get there. She made her way down the street towards one of the brightly lit bars. It looked awful, but perfect. She tilted her head as she saw an individual move away from the front and access one of the alleyways. Hmm. He walked with such purpose, unlike the drunks. Kay followed him at a distance and waited thirty seconds after he had closed the door. She opened it slowly,trying not to let it creak too loudly before she too stepped inside. Quickly and softly she walked down the corridors to the lift and placed her ear to it, listening. It had stopped. Kay pressed the button to call it to her and listened again to see where it was coming from. Up or down? Down it seemed like.

When the lift arrived she stepped inside and looked at her options. Oh you gotta be kidding me. G for Ground? Or G for Grossk? No doubt it was probably the latter. She pressed it and soon the lift descended. Moments later she was in the bar. A quick glance and she spotted a Trandoshan chatting with what appeared to be a bounty hunter. Oh....wonderful. Kay approached the bar and ordered herself a brandy, allowing herself the chance to listen in to the conversation and gather the right intel that she needed.

 

[Ashalah Ky]

Objective: D
Location: Reno Casino
Allies: @Dior Kayl
Enemies: TBA

The measures of going through security was such a pain. She had to go through a metal detector, which was alerted by her jewelry, followed by a pat-down because of the alert. When the security guard cleared her, she gave him a little smile, trying to keep her emotions in check. She wanted to snap at him for wasting her time, but she was supposed to be a civilian. Most of them didn't snap.

She left the security-filled entrance and moved into the casino. She had no weapons with her, but she didn't need them. If anything happened, she could still fight. She wore a red cocktail dress, the slit up the left leg led the eye dangerously close to her hip. Another split in the fabric led the eyes down her chest, where they got just a peek at what was underneath. She wore black boots as well, and a simple black clutch bag. Her extravagance was shown through a gold and jewelled necklace, golden decorative clips around her lekku, and beads across her forehead, the ties wrapped around her montrals.

She made her way through the crowd, noting the eyes that followed her, but not turning her head to meet any gazes. She walked with an air of purpose and sense, and crowds knew to part for her. Women were intimidated by her beauty, while men feared and admired it. It was a cycle of society that Azetha manipulated to her benefit.

She waved away any attempts at contact, before noticing a familiar head of white hair. She approached, reaching up to lay a hand in the middle of [member="Dion Kayl"]'s back. "Funny running into you here," Azetha said casually, even though the cyborg was her contact for the mission tonight. She moved around to stand in front of him, her hand trailing along his body as she went until it rested on his chest. "Miss me?"

 

[Nyx]

Time: is irrelevant to a snail, so why should I care?
Objective: E, because I am.

The Gammorrean was fast, faster than she had expected. So it was with a great deal of surprise that she felt the pig's fist slam into her jaw, jerking her head to the side, her body flying with it a moment later. She crashed to the ground, spitting a stream of blood from her bruised jaw. She saw that the pig's foot was sailing for her face, aiming to end the fight early. She rolled out of the way, the offending foot slapping onto the pavement. The crowd around them erupted in encouragement for one side or the other, and she could see handfuls of credits being exchanged with every move they made. Dracan himself was silent, his eyes focused on the future of his crime syndicate. The man despised [member="James Justice"], and serving under him in any capacity would be the ultimate humiliation for him. He had confidence in his champion, but even he had heard of the Street Rat's reputation as a brawler. Not to mention she was an associate of Justice, which meant he hated her beyond any reason. Which was why he was so looking forward to the following week, after she was patched up, of course.

Nyx leaped onto her feet, narrowly dodging another kick from the pig. Wasting no time, her fist sailed towards him, crashing into the back of his head. He stumbled forward, and Nyx took the opportunity to slam her leg into his side, giving him a good bruise, and hampering him. The crowd erupted in cheer at the display of brutality, no longer caring who won, as long as they got a good show out of it.

 

[Dion Kayl]

Objective- D: Casino
Allies: [member="Ashalah Ky"]

Spoiler: Soundtrack

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jgi1txjrKZk[/media]

Fongo's Fall, unlike some of the less reputable gambling dens of Bal'Dor, was full of attractive people wherever you looked-- sure, there were a few grizzled old rich coots in the mix, but mostly it was a who's who of who's good looking among the city's upper-class. Dion considered that there may be something about the casino's lighting-- or maybe it was something in the air, or in the drinks-- that was contributing to this phenomenon. He could see that it was good for business; people would make large, risky bets to impress the objects of their lustful desire, and that, coupled with the real chance of winning big money, filled the place with an atmosphere of fantastic possibility.

Dion took a sip of his golden bubbly drink, just to taste it (he wasn't a drinker), and was watching the band play and the elegant couples sway on the dance floor when he felt a light pressure in the middle of his back, followed by a voice he recognized. As Azetha circled around him, her finger trailing over his bicep and coming to rest in the center of his chest (she would notice that the body beneath his tuxedo was hard and textured, unlike the normally soft, smooth flesh of humans), Dion thought to himself that, if he'd been a target, she could have killed him right then and there. Her credentials as an Assassin were apparent in the undetectability of her approach.

Seeing Azetha again, Dion's heartbeat quickened, and he figured she could feel that; he smiled earnestly in response to her question, his teeth glinting metalically, "Azetha, you look more beautiful than I remember. I'm glad to see you." This was true in more ways than one; Dion knew Azetha had experience dealing with Hutts, which would come in very handy when they confronted Fongo.

The cyborg put down his drink and gently took her outstretched hand in his own-- it was entirely robotic, the fingers cold and wrapped in a glossy, black cortosis mesh-- and nodded towards the dance floor. "Let's blend in, and we can discuss our plan." He would lead her down into the midst of the swaying dancers, drawing her close and into the rhythm as the band began a new song. He was a good foot taller than her, so he inclined his head to speak privately to her, his nose close to her lekku: "Do you know anything about this Hutt, Fongo?"

 

[Ashalah Ky]

Objective: D
Location: Casino
Allies: [member="Dion Kayl"]

His heart was pounding fast now. She could feel it under his chest. His skin didn't quite feel right, but she wasn't really concerned with that right now. When he complimented her, she saw a flash of lust in his eyes. He took her hand and led her onto the dance floor and she followed. They began to dance. "To be honest, not much. He's very wealthy, runs a casino, and will go along with pretty much any business strategy if it will benefit him and his casino. This place is pretty much the only thing he cares about, other than himself."

She felt Dion's hand on the small of her back. The sound of his breathing right next to her lekku. If she remembered correctly, the night they met he looked so desperate to touch her tendrils, touch her. And something inside of Azetha said that she wanted him to touch her. She wanted to feel his fingers run down her headpiece, run along her copper skin. Sure, they were on a job, but that didn't mean they couldn't have a little fun while they were doing it.

She took a step closer, pressing her body against his. Her head tilted to brush against his nose. Then she stepped away, all in time with the music. "Do you have a plan?"

 

[Nyx]

Time: to start getting worried.
Objective: E, to not get beaten to a pulp.

The pig recovered swiftly, spinning around with his fist outstretched, catching her jaw again. He followed with a blow to her stomach and an elbow to the side of her head. Her ears rang as she stumbled back, gasping for breath and spitting out blood. This was not going as well as she had hoped it would. She could see Kath thumbing the submachine gun in her hands, ready to act if this went downhill. Nyx gave her a quick shake of her head, and the redhead frowned as she lowered the gun.
Her silent conversation was interrupted by the Gammorrean uppercutting her, putting her on her back. She blinked as she watched the pig made a lewd motion with his hips, clearly showing Dracan had promised a reward for his victory. Great. Another reason she had to win this thing. James owed her so big for this.

Nyx rolled to her feet, sweeping the Gammorrean's feet from under him. He went down with a squeal, and she wasted no time in straddling him, and began repeatedly punching him in the face. Her fists were wet with blood as they smacked into their target, the pig trying to hold her back, finally managing to grab her fists. They struggled, neither's strength enough to overcome the other.

From his throne, Dracan observed, a small smile on his face. He knew what was about to happen. The pig always did this to his opponents, a way to trick them into a sort of false security in their victory. He began to wonder what kind of skimpy outfit he should put the woman in. Black? No, too cliche. Perhaps gold, to accentuate those strange tattoos. Yes, gold. He liked that color about as much as he hated [member="James Justice"], which was quite a bit.

 

[James Justice]

Time: same as said last
Objective: take the space port me own way.
The head of security was a well built human male. He looked quite powerful but every bit of his intimidating nature was lost the moment he saw the Kingmaker. The massive metallic being entered the office without notice.

"Who are you?" demanded the man, trying to mask his underlying fear.

"I am the kingmaker," it said through metallic tones. "I have come here on business."

The man nodded. That was right. He had been selling intel to this creature through holonet corospondence. And he had remembered more than a few shops coming through on his pay role. He had just expected something more organic. "What do you want? More intel?"

"Your last message stated you had uncovered info on the Prosecutor."

The man motioned with his hand. "Money first."

The Kingmakers reply was a high denomination credir chip sent clattering across the desk. The human was quick to stow the chip before continuing, "Word on the street is Prosecutor is on world. Looking for James Justice."

"You better have more than that for me."

"Bankor. The Prosecutor is in Bankor. The word is they sent a droid army in republic space to try and kill him in a firefight."

That was no new news. However it did confirm a few suspicions. And that it was growing more bold and their methods were getting more destructive. It was somehow Garnering intel much faster. And more dangerous intel. That had to be fixed soon as well. But that was what the Kingmaker was for. "I am still waiting for you to make this worth my time."

"The Prosecutor isn't a droid," said the guard his voice beginning to crack with fear. He was running out of cards to play fast. He had planned on dishing each of these out for a large sum each. Slowly. Over time. But no, that was gone. He could tell something more than money was at stake here now; his life.

The Kingmaker grabbed the human by his collar and easily raised him up our of his chair into the air. The man struggled, arms and legs wagging in the air.

"They aren't a droid they are a cyborg! They are someone close to the Captain!" he blurted out.

The kingmaker halted, interest piqued. "Go on."

"Agh,, agh, that's all I know," the captain grunted. "My informant didn't say anything more. Just--that."
"Who is your informant?"

"You know I can't tell you that," a gentle squeeze on the humans throat reminded them otherwise. 'Alright, alright! Name's Marco. Marco Erubio. That's all I know. "

The man was sat down back into his chair. He would live--for now.

"You are lucky you have further use to me. Else your life would by far be over now."

[member="Nyx"]
[member="Ashalah Ky"]
[member="Dion Kayl"]
[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="stardust"]
[member="Triter Zone"]
[member="Echo Emerald"]
[member="One-Eyed Jack Varren"]
[member="Kiber Thaxton"]

 

[Dion Kayl]

Objective: D
Location: Casino
Allies: [member="Ashalah Ky"]

Spoiler: Soundtrack, but replace the proper nouns with Star Wars ones

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmQq6yLe2ww[/media]

Dion spun Azetha and she stepped away, her red dress flaring up slightly, and he took in her image: a fiery-colored alien beauty accented by gold, with icy blue eyes that stood out in stark contrast. He swooped forward to reclaim her, feeling enticed by the thrill of the dance, a feeling which he hadn't experienced in many years; the movements felt as natural to his cyborg body as combat, but utilizing a much subtler dexterity. His hand returned to the crest of her back as they resumed smaller steps, and he said to her, "I have a few plans." He traced up her spine slightly with the side of one finger, then moved down along the curve of her waist to rest lower than before, pressing her lightly, guiding her through the dance. "I think our first step should be to gain his attention, preferably in a such a way that he'll be inclined to ask to meet with us on friendly terms. I suggest that we place a large bet..." He retrieved from his pocket four platinum poker chips, which he then pressed into Azetha's palm. "That's one million credits, courtesy of Justice Shipping. My plan is to bet it all, and if we win, we should get Fongo's attention pretty quick. He'll meet with us, we'll offer him James's proposition, and then... well, we go from there."

The music reached a crescendo. Dion twirled Azetha around so that he was behind her, still leading with one hand while the other caressed her navel on its way to her hip. He leaned down so that the flesh of his cheek grazed the side of her headpiece and added, very softly, "I have a way to throw dice so that I can predict the outcome, with a very small error margin. I doubt they'll be able to notice it's cheating, not at least until we've gotten Fongo's attention."

He spun her away a final time, with gusto, as the song ended, and admired her graceful movements, the copper-tone of her thigh as her dress fluttered. She was young, lovely, and deadly-- What a combo, Dion thought. When he'd gotten word that she would be assisting on this mission, the feeling he got was far from professional. Yes, they had a job to do, but Dion wanted to take the opportunity to get to know her better-- and what better context for that than espionage?

A new song picked up, and Dion offered his hand to dance again. "What do you think?"

 

[Ashalah Ky]

Objection: D
Location: Casino Dance Floor
Allies: [member="Dion Kayl"]

Excitement coursed through her veins as she was twirled around the dance floor. She hadn't danced much in the past. Well, she hadn't danced much like this. The elegance, the sophistication, the show of luxury. It was something she hadn't really had before in the past. Hutts loved to show off their fortune, like this casino, but in different ways. Hutts weren't really the elegant type, nor were the people who worked for them. It was exhilarating to say the least. She felt his hand move up her back, before going down to rest on her hip. A primal instinct demanded of her that he go lower, but she restrained. They were here on business after all.

She listened to his plans. "Sounds like you have everything under control." She told him as he spun her around again. Unlike me, she thought as his hand traced her stomach. A shiver went down her spine at the touch. She could feel his every move behind her, an advantage she had due to her race. She felt him lean in, then the other sense felt him brush against her head. Her teeth dug into her lower lip. When she was spun again, she regained her composure.

He held out his hand and she took it. "It's a fine idea. But of course to pull this whole ruse off, we're going to need another element." She stepped into his arms again as the new song began to play.

 

[Dion Kayl]

Objective: D
Location: Casino Dance Floor
Allies: [member="Ashalah Ky"]

Spoiler: Soundtrack

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kj2qd37eeSM[/media]

The new song had a faster tempo, so the dancing around them became more wild and energetic. Dion gave Azetha a confident wink and took both her hands in his-- he wondered if she had misgivings about his age? If so, he intended to dispel them, and also to put his assassin-dance-partner through her paces.

His own style of swing dancing was born in the festival firelights and abandoned barns of friends' uncles of his homeworld, a place where people were little more than peasants, but where they relished what simple physical pleasures they had access to. The music here was fuller, lustier, but it had the same spirit and rhythm he remembered deep-down. Dion's focus upon his partner while dancing was intense, his every movement precise yet organic-- he was good at reading people in this way, and knew how to lead so that his partner was the center of his universe, their motions in-sync like planetary orbits or swirling nebulae. He stepped close, then away; he used her arms to steer them both around their small part of the crowded dance floor, which for all intents-and-purposes was a tiny solar-system for two.

He pulled her close so that their bodies were touching, continuing to jive with the lively tempo; he stepped lightly in and around her steps as they spun together, their legs brushing lightly as they crossed each-other more deeply and closely. Leading with his left hand, Dion caressed the edge of Azetha's cheek with his right, one knuckle gently grazing her lekku, as he tilted her head gently back to look up and meet his gaze, "What element is that?"