Lianna's Creed [Open]

[Darth Vazela]

Lianna's Creed​

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| [member="Carmela Creed"] |

The ecumenopolis of Lianna was unspectacular, nor well known, in comparison to the cities that spiraled across Coruscant. It's only real contribution to the Galaxies history was in the form of House Santhe, the obvious founders of Santha Corporation, who had contributed significantly to the Chaos era in the form of it's technologies and weapons. But the Santhe were more known on other worlds, and so in reality, Lianna was insignificant, despite it's skyscrapers and potential.

Yet, Vilox Pazela found himself planet side. For the first time in years, the Dark Master was away from the Primeval, to begin anew; and his search had taken him to Lianna, to make a rather remarkable discovery in the form of Carmela Creed. It remained unknown how Pazela knew about Carmela's existence, or that of her Force-sensitivity. All that mattered was that he knew.

He here to build his Following. A group of Dark Jedi that would become so formidable that they would change the Galaxy itself forever. It remained unseen as to whether or not Carmela would be the first of those Dark Jedi that would shape the Galaxy, as well as the fact as to whether or not the enemies Pazela had made back in the Galaxy would become alerted to the fact that he had finally returned from the reaches of the Unknown Regions to once more make his mark...

 

[Darth Athora]

[member="Vilox Pazela"]

The Galaxy grew colder and colder as the darkness that is the Sith spread throughout, unchallenged by those who call themselves guardians, protectors, or white knights. The were no more heroes in the galaxy. Just those who push troubles to the side until they themselves are threatened. As the good guys grew scarce, Carmela did her best to make her blip on the radar as small as possible. She kept to herself, mostly. She made appearances at her parents' frequent galas from time to time but spoke to no one.

Her personal life was even more secret. That, she did not even share with her loving parents.

Carmela was nearing Portharton where she was meeting with a contact. The details of her meeting involved the black market.

 

[Victor Thrash]

These kids today and their money. If his parents had known he was into the kind of poodoo this client of his was in...Well, they'd probably be fine with it considering they were crime lords, but this was different. Either way, his job here was two fold: Get this lady her stuff and get his "other cargo" planetside. He kicked the durasteel storage bin on his ship as he passed making sure the "cargo" was still intact.

"Everything okay in there? The actual starport should be a mile north of here. Hurry up and get ready, I've got another client on her way."

[member="Carmela Creed"] [member="Vilox Pazela"] [member="Isaiah Dashiell"]

 

[Isaiah Dashiell]

The loud bang woke the young traveler from his slumber. He groaned and stood inside the large container and pressed a button from the inside. GUIDE still lacked its own ships that he could use to get around and so he was forced to get from place to place via smugglers like this. It wasn't his fault that he was broke. Mags wasn't so keen on paying for honest work like he thought she was. Not yet at least.

"You'll get your pay...As soon as we get more donors and more recognition."

Of course she said it the way only a CEO nearly half the age of you could say it. How she was so successful at her age was beyond him. At her age he was still stealing speeders with his older brother. But here he was anyways. Exploring, collecting video and photos on planets already in the databases, generally being a tourist.

The door slid open and he tossed the Glaucus a few credit chits.

"Thanks."

"Your welcome!"

As soon as he stepped out of the cargo container though he felt something...Cold. Dark. Something he didn't want to be around. It made him want to crawl back into the container and head back to the Beacon but he had a job to do. With one foot in front of the other he walked with purpose.

[member="Carmela Creed"] [member="Vilox Pazela"]

 

[Darth Vazela]

| [member="Isaiah Dashiell"] | [member="Galen Arterius"] | [member="Carmela Creed"] |

Finding Carmela would be difficult. After all, Lianna was a world full of people, of different agendas, genders and races. For example, unbeknownst to the Dark Master, a smuggler had just smuggled someone planet side and thus it remained unforeseen to Pazela's great mind as to whether or not he would cross paths with Isaiah Dashiell or Galen Arterius, as he made way to the city of Portharton, where he was being led too.

A boy- unspectacular and relatively unknown, just like his world- was stood on the corner, watching out for officials that threatened the illegal activities happening in the Black Market. He smoked a cigarette to help pass the time, but the job he had been given was dull and he felt annoyance to the fact that his pay was nothing in comparison to the men that had employed him. But his annoyance had been pushed aside, in a mixture of fear and boredom, as he was in no position to tell his employers no, for they had made him fear for his life; and the dullness of his source of employment concerned him more than anything else. After all, he could be something way more entertaining. He was a teenager after all.

But on that fateful day, the boy would witness something spectacular, that would become the source of a story that he would tell for the rest of his life. Whether it would be with the childhood friends he would spend time with, playing computer games or participating in activities that only teenagers did; the run down bars he would find himself in later on in his adult life, over a glass of cheap alcohol and cigarette; or the accomplices he would continue to make as he delved deeper into crime, the boy would always remember the day he saw it.

As the boy lowered his cigarette and flicked the ash onto the pavement, upon a breeze that carried it away, he found himself staring into space. Eyes glazed, the boy blinked to regain his focus and as he was about to turn around to look around, he found himself stuck, eyes transfixed as a hooded man, dressed in a dark garb appeared out of no where. As the boy would go into detail in his story- about the dark man that just appeared out of nothing- he would always reminiscence about the mans eyes. Cold, yellow and predatory. About how he was sure that if the man knew what the boy knew, he was sure he would die.

Vilox Pazela entered the Black Market, eyes glancing to admire the wears that were being sold. He was met with the calculative gazes of vendors, buyers and the odd gangster, whose hands were always near to their weapons, he noted. He ignored them all. For he was here to continue a work far more important than their decadence and debauchery. Walking further on, Pazela continued his search for Carmela Creed.

 

[Darth Athora]

A sleek black hovercar came gliding through Portharton, touching down gracefully just outside of the spaceport near the port district, where everything coming to and leaving from the planet was kept briefly and freighters called home. It was here Carmela was told to meet her contact, but what she was soon to encounter, she was not expecting and may change her forever depending upon the intentions of those involved.

Carmela stepped out of her hovercar, wearing a hooded black dress and a pair of shades along with thigh high black boots and made wear way into the port district. Her head was kept down and hands in her pockets. She wanted to draw no attention to anyone who just might know who she was. When she met up with her contact, she removed her shades and introduced herself. Sort of.

"You must be him. The one with my toys? Show me what you got." Carmela knew better than to use names when dealing with the black market. Code words were quite often used as well. When one said 'toys' they meant guns. Carmela was looking for a special underground selection of 'toys' for her little collection. "Hope you have what I'm looking for. Sneaking off unseen ain't easy for a girl like me and I don't like being lied to." Instead of doing the typical 'rich girl' thing like hiring bodyguards, Carmela preferred to defend herself, but the guns she had access to were much too tame for her so she had to resort to the black market.

[member="Vilox Pazela"] | [member="Isaiah Dashiell"] | [member="Galen Arterius"]

 

[Victor Thrash]

"Heh," the Glaucus managed one of his species' strange and unsettling toothed smirks, "Oh I've got your toys. This way." He led the woman into the cargo bay of his ship, a little more private, outside of his other "cargo" attempting to open a box that had his gear inside. He would let the young kid work on it some more before helping him out. Galen had a delivery to finish.

Walking to near the center of the cargo bay he flipped a switch on a large plasteel container. With a hiss the box shuddered and the top split into two halves which slid apart. Rising from the center a small platform held several small to medium sized weapons. Whistling in anticipation the Glaucus turned around.

"That credit value you put up made for some easy work, and a lot of options" he motioned to a a black and white blaster pistol with an old fashioned appeal with its bayonet placed precisely next to it. "AT-HBP1, Brotherguard. Heavy blaster pistol, great stopping power, Mandalorian, kicks like a Bantha. Feel free to pick these up and you know...see if they feel right in the hand."
He moved on down the line relatively quickly giving the pros and cons of each blaster. Her credits were good and plenty so if she wanted to she could probably fenagle her way into getting more than one, though two would be the most.

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[member="Carmela Creed"] [member="Vilox Pazela"] [member="Isaiah Dashiell"]

 

[Isaiah Dashiell]

"Damned thing..." He kicked the box again. Young with a scruffy beard and messy hair, telltale signs of a Dashiell, he wore a simple white shirt and dark colored pants. He wasn't wearing shoes, which was a bit odd but otherwise he looked the part of a vagabond trying to get along in life.

"Galen, how do you open this piece of garbage?!" He looked over to the tall alien and then to the woman beside him. He chuckled briefly and went back to his box. With a swift kick the box beeped and released its contents, a suit of armor, his explorer's gear, "Dope." Looking over to the display of weapons he walked over and grabbed one, the Woebringer. BlasTech's finest in blaster pistol tech. A solid blaster. He looked to the girl and then back up to the tall raptor-like alien known as Galen,

"You mind if I take this? You know I'm good for the credits," a lie, to be honest the young man wasn't even sure if the credits for the trip would pan out. But suits of Vangaurd armor were expensive and exclusive so he hoped that flashing that, even if it was stolen, would sway the Glaucus' oppinion.

[member="Vilox Pazela"] [member="Carmela Creed"] [member="Galen Arterius"]