Faction Massive Honor, Shifty Gifting [Black Sun]

[Jerec Asyr]

Captain Vigo Jerec Asyr settled his new mynock-leather cape over his shoulders and tried to feel better. The cape helped a lot.

The setting was a huge greenstone banquet hall on Nal Hutta, tables upon tables, teeming with hundreds of Black Sun associates. They'd fought at Sarko Four; they'd fought at Sepan Eight; they'd sure done something at Wielu and you could probably call it fighting if you tilt your head and squint. Despite all their best efforts (plus whatever went down at Wielu) the High Republic, curse them to the depths of the Maw and so forth, had carried the day.

The regularly scheduled debauchery had a mournful air. Which could not stand.

Jerec set his goblets, plural, aside and whistled out both sides of his neck.

"Comrades. Shipmates. Fellow shitheels." He hurdled the high table like a much younger Ithorian and came to the prominent front of the dais that overlooked the hall, Hutt-style. "Here's what I believe in my heart of hearts. I believe Sarko and Sepan were opportunities worth snatching at, aye, and gripping. We'll grip another opportunity tomorrow. I believe Wielu is, was, and will be the finest black market in the quadrant, and we'll walk its fine beaches again someday. And I believe we can be as great together as we each were alone."

Swoosh the cape. Time to clinch the sale.

"I have gifts for those whose fury caught my eye, and I challenge every captain and Vigo here to out-gift me.

"The name that reached me most from Sepan Eight was Sars Sarad , the reaper of Embassy Square. I have a gift for him like I've never given yet, a ship — and what a ship."

This particular banquet hall's roof could iris open. It did so now, revealing a sleek, arrowhead-shaped heavy corvette flying by at low altitude.

"For crossing blades with the Republic's champion, Sarad has more than earned the personal ship of Jedi battlemaster Caltin Vanagor: the Starlight Sentinel Three!"

The crowd's reaction was all Jerec had hoped for to reset the mood. The reaction doubled as the Sentinel's bays opened, showering the hall with peggats, low-denomination coins but shiny cold hard cash.

"And one more to set the stage and get us rolling. I'm told that Vigo Mauve du Vain took lethal action on Wielu! A gun in her own hand! We always knew she was a killer, but here's something to commemorate it!"

Jerec ushered out an Ithorian cousin, who opened a case to reveal a matched set of long, slim, electrum-plated sporting blasters.

"Who's next? Who dares out-gift me?"

 

[Skeevi Merrill]

Skeevi, in a generous mood, got up on the nearest table jabbering in Jawaese. They dug deep and focused.

"Gotcha gift for Arris Windrun , saw ya round. Where you sitting?" Skeevi turned a slow circle on the table. "Arris hit my shop for a jaw and didn't tell me she tried hard to kill'em all on Wielu. Scared'em into running scared! So fer that, here's what I've got, toldja I'd find the right one."

Skeevi held up a U-shaped hunk of pre-owned metal.

"A new jaw! Very hot, very bothered. Much better than what you got. Tiny shield generator in the chin. No better headbutts."

 

[Koda Fett]

The bog of Nal Hutta was an acquired taste, and not one Fett had yet developed. He came for a quick business trip, with Jerec being on-planet at the time in some banquet feast hall. A thing more fit for the Hutt clans the Black Sun deposed in their claiming of the galactic underworld. He strode the length of the hall, moving towards the dais with a crown circling around his finger.

"Jerec," he came to a stop before the Ithorian, offering the item, "I have your Hapan crown."

Jerec Asyr

 

[Mauve du Vain]

Hiding a smile behind wavy locks of wine-dark hair, Mauve inclined her head in thanks for the Ithorian's gift, gesturing for the Ithorian cousin to set the case down beside her chair. When the other two had finished speaking, Mauve rose from her seat at the table and raised a hand.

"I would be remiss if I too did not give out gifts of my own. For her loyal service in stopping the bounty hunter Velok's attack on me and for her unflinching brutality in the face of the Republic onslaught, and for allowing me the use of her sidearm, I gift Arris Windrun a brace of KrupX Revolvers and lifetime supply of slugs and shells."

Two attendants came in carrying rosewood boxes, which they opened before the enforcer. One contained the brace of pistols, while the other was brimming with cases of ammunition from KrupX.

"And for my fellow Vigo Jerec Asyr , who loosed a mynock swarm surely intentionally and whose heart yearns for used vessels, I give you the recovered frigate from a Kajidic fleet - the Dragonsnake and a set of cortosis-weave vibroknucklers. For pest control."

One of the attendants pulled out a set of holoflimsi containing schematic and title and handed it to the Ithorian, then handed him a case holding the knucklers.

" Vestra Tane , your antics in space did not go unnoticed. To you I give an Orbalisk-shuttle. Maybe use that next time."

Another set of papers went by.

"For Quinn Varanin , who spilled her own blood on my behalf, I can only give what has been earned: a black crown."

This she personally handed to the woman.

"To Sars Sarad , for his cunning and ruthlessness, I give an Arkayd ACP Repeater, manufactured from beskar and sealed with force nullification resin. We call it a Nar Shaddaan Grinder. Enjoy."

More attendants. More guns.

"To Razmir Tezhyn ..." she smiled wanly, thinking of days gone by perhaps, "...and to every member of his Warehouse Squad. Good news. I brokered a deal with the Sakiyans. You each get a Sakiyan shadowsuit. And vials of Raquor venom*. Good hunting."

Koda Fett | Mercy | Kingsley

And on she went.

" V1-L8 , your cold calculations were critical. Accept this bio assault spray and Tenloss Acid Projector, forged from beskar and sealed with nullification resin."

She would have had more, perhaps, for Morrow | Damien Dooku , but they would have to find her separately due to their betrayal. Mauve was not one to waste assets, even unreliable ones.

* * *

Extracted from the glandular toxin sacs of Sriluurian dark wolves, raquor venom is a powerful paralytic enzyme inhibitor. Significantly harder to shake off than most synthetic neuroparalytics, raquor venom is harvested by Weequay beastmasters and commands a high price on the black market among bounty hunters.

 

[Jerec Asyr]

moving towards the dais with a crown circling around his finger.

"Jerec," he came to a stop before the Ithorian, offering the item, "I have your Hapan crown."

Jerec clapped one hand over each mouth, moved almost to tears at the sight.

"I make these batshit bounties," he said, "and Fett, you go and you get me them. I truly have no words. Thank you. Thank you."

He hugged Koda Fett unprovoked and placed the crown of the murdered queen of Hapes upon his own head. It was a perfect fit.

"And for my fellow Vigo Jerec Asyr Jerec Asyr , who loosed a mynock swarm surely intentionally and whose heart yearns for used vessels, I give you the recovered frigate from a Kajidic fleet - the Dragonsnake and a set of cortosis-weave vibroknucklers. For pest control."

One of the attendants pulled out a set of holoflimsi containing schematic and title and handed it to the Ithorian, then handed him a case holding the knucklers.

"The Dragonsnake? The Dragonsnake? Magnificent, du Vain. Magnificent."

Jerec offered her a low bow in return, handing off the loot to a cousin and holding the crown to his own head for stability's sake.

 

[V1-L8]

V1-L8 had arrived. He had observed the celebration and the sorting of gifts. One by one, even two by two. Weapons, poisons, armors and prestige. The YVH couldn't exactly say that he enjoyed watching the exchange. That was intill he heard his named called out by the pink one.

The zeltron. Mauve du Vain .

"V1-L8, your cold calculations were critical. Accept this bio assault spray and Tenloss Acid Projector, forged from beskar and sealed with nullification resin."

His photoreceptors audibly whined as they focused on this rather unpredictable arrangement. His maw dropped open as he stepped forward and brushed a single digit to caress the new modifications. A recording of one of his kills last moments sounded aloud. A death rattle that was reframed as a gasp of surprise.

Yellow eyes shifted to red and digitally reframed into hearts. " WOWZA! And here I thought flattery didn't effect droids. Mmmmmmmm. How I was wrong." He looked Mauve du Vain up and down slowly " By the Maker! Look at these....WEAPONS!" Snatching up the new upgrades, V1-L8 wasted zero time to install them! Ripping off lesser upgrades and letting them drop onto the floor with bangs and rattles! A range of built in tools were flashed in a spectacle of skill as he worked immediately finish the installation process.

" I've definitely been on Saun Dann's naughty list and yet, heheheh, Life Day comes early. " He glanced around to check if The Madclaw was around somewhere before saying quieter. " Now, do we have any wookiee's left over? Do we?"

 

[Koda Fett]

He's good at what he does. As he should be. It seemed to be the only thing he did, ever.

Jerec rushed in to hug him and Fett protested with a push, shoving the Ithorian off him. "Watch it," he grumbled.

He turned back to settle in some dark corner somewhere. He was somewhat okay with Mauve pressing herself up against the armour, on account of her being Mauve and looking the way she did. Less so when it came to Jerec and his hulking Ithorian body looking the way it did.

Jerec Asyr

 

[Gavin Restur]

ACTIVE BOUNTY HUNTING
List of Potential Targets: Vestra Tane, Sars Sarad, Koda Fett, Mauve du Vaine
License: Here
Equipment: Dual Blaster Pistols, Forcepike, Cycler Rifle, Rocket Boots, Full Facial Mask, Misc.
TAGS: Vestra Tane , Sars Sarad , Koda Fett , Mauve du Vain , Jerec Asyr , OPEN

Would he prefer to be literally anywhere else right now? Absolutely...
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Stuck right smack in the middle of Syndicate space, on a backwater planet that's infected by scum and villainy, in a room where there are, quite literally, hundreds of Syndicate members and thugs, each of them very much so armed to the teeth, who are all probably pissed about their recent loss to the High Republic.

And here he was. A sole bounty hunter on behalf of the Galactic Alliance, trying to see what he can do. Completely alone.

What a way to get the adrenaline pumping, huh?

Let's rewind for a moment. How'd he find out about this gathering happening? Usually, credits are a good way to have people slip a sentence or two. Add that alongside some (normally) trustworthy informants, and he secured himself a trip to this banquet. Deciding to forgo his usual ship elsewhere in favor of renting a shuttle for the evening, he parked in a decently secluded place that was close to the banquet hall. He wasn't nervous that anyone would recognize him based off of his ship or attire alone, as he's still pretty unknown. But, he would prefer to keep his face unknown entirely. While keeping his usual rebreather and tubes stuffed away in his satchel and coat, he opted to wear a mask that completely covered his face. On top of that, it heavily modulated his voice to the point of it being unrecognizable compared to his normal voice. That, and it had a HUD system installed in it, which is something he's not used to. Pretty neat, if you ask him.

Back to the present. He was currently seated near one of the corners of the banquet hall, though not outright stuffed into it. His primary goal right now was to completely blend in with the people that surrounded him. To which, fortunately, body language is one of his specialties. Seated relaxed, but not too relaxed. Attentive to what's happening, but not obsessed. Following social cues, like clapping after Jerec Asyr presented Sars Sarad 's new ship. Watching as Koda Fett handed the host a crown, or as Mauve du Vain began speaking and presenting gifts.

Speaking of, these people are the ones he's after. While he was certain that pretty much everyone in this room had a bounty on them, most of them had a few hundred, maybe a couple thousand of credits worth at most. But, he did (at least a little) homework before he got here, scanning through warrant lists and bounty posters before entering to see who were the most prized.

Now, is he actually that braindead to try and capture a bounty right in front of, again, hundreds of Syndicate members? No. Because that's a good way to ensure that you are never seen or heard from again, and to have a one way ticket towards a slow and agonizing death. While there is the chance for the perfect opportunity to present itself (like someone conveniently entering a room all by themselves), or the option of him making that opportunity happen himself, he knows that at the very least, now is absolutely not the time to try and do literally anything that'll raise suspicion.

But that doesn't mean he's just sitting here, twiddling his thumbs. Even just being here is allowing him to gather some very useful information, and to get a feeling of how some of these people are in person. For example, he knows exactly what Sars' ship is, and the model of Vestra's new ship. He's learning to recognize faces, notice what equipment some carry. And of course, reading some people like a book based off of their body language.

So, while he doesn't have a specific target in mind, he has quite the list to choose from, should the opportunity arise. But until that opportunity does arise, he's going to merely sit, and watch.

 

[Skeevi Merrill]

Snatching up the new upgrades, V1-L8 wasted zero time to install them! Ripping off lesser upgrades and letting them drop onto the floor with bangs and rattles! A range of built in tools were flashed in a spectacle of skill as he worked immediately finish the installation process.

Discarded cybernetic parts made a distinctive sound as they hit the greenstone floor. Skeevi's head snapped around. They scrambled off the table between a Herglic and a Houk and booked it to be the very first to grab whatever weapons V1-L8 had just jettisoned in favour of bio assault spray and an acid projector.

"Mine...fethin...mine!"

Other scavengers, less bold in their approach or warier of the killer droid, were caught flat-footed. Skeevi skidded past and snagged a weapons system from the droid's immediate vicinity, then ran some more.

 

[Sal Katarn]

An enforcer in the chair next to Restur kicked a foot up on the table and took a drag on his cigarrra, watching the proceedings with bright green eyes.

Katarn, if he got anything, would just prefer credits. But he hadn’t done much, just taken some potshots with an anti-material rifle at a few Jedi, blown a few of their agents away.

One hand hung loosely near his gun belt and he fiddled with it in thought.

There’d been a time when he would ask for more. Maybe somethin’ nice for his pet, Ka. But that was thirty years ago n’ Ka was dead now. Maybe he should look at somethin’ new. A raqour’daan pup or sommat.

 

[Isar du Vain]

he opted to wear a mask that completely covered his face. On top of that, it heavily modulated his voice to the point of it being unrecognizable compared to his normal voice. That, and it had a HUD system installed in it, which is something he's not used to. Pretty neat, if you ask him.

A tall, tattooed Zeltron plopped down on the other side of Restur, muttering something about dumb cousins and pompous windbags.

The man fished in his spacer jacket for a second before bringing out a death stick and lighting it.

He held out the pack to Gavin Restur .

“Death stick?”

 

[U40a]

U40a, the Black Sun music droid known as Euphortia, acquired belated control of the Huttese banquet hall's sound system and deployed a song of transcendent grungy munificent joy.

 

[Arris Windrun]

"A new jaw! Very hot, very bothered. Much better than what you got. Tiny shield generator in the chin. No better headbutts."

"Aw, thanks!" Arris exclaimed at the jaw implant.

Even had a shield generator? That would be interesting.

"I would be remiss if I too did not give out gifts of my own. For her loyal service in stopping the bounty hunter Velok's attack on me and for her unflinching brutality in the face of the Republic onslaught, and for allowing me the use of her sidearm, I gift Arris Windrun Arris Windrun a brace of KrupX Revolvers and lifetime supply of slugs and shells."

Before she could chat them up, Mauve came in with her offer. Revolvers. Definitely a style Arris had become accustomed to. She even had the pair of Ambassadors on her right that second. Though the mention of lifetime ammo? Slugs and shells?

"Whoa!"

Arris considered her gifts like a greedy beast that considered the foundation of its gilded nest.

In return, for Mauve du Vain , the cyborg tossed a small piece of slag onto the table. "From me to you," literally. That was a piece of her that came off during her fight with Drystan Creed and had since melted in the heat of lava flows.

 

[Razmir Tezhyn]

V1-L8 Drystan Creed
Sometime before their departure...

Razmir summoned the duo after their prisoner had been processed and loaded onto the Bounty Hunter's ship. They had performed beyond expectations in taking in that prisoner in particular. Kyric Karis, the son of Ryv Karis, a Jedi High Councillor, and Kaggath finalist. V1 and Drystan had managed to take down a most impressive warrior, and earned themselves a most lucrative bounty.

"The two of you have served me well. Those who do find that I value excellence greatly," Razmir nodded for one of his enforcers to step forward.

The armored man held a black cloth with two coins, which he handed to Razmir. The coins caught the light, shining with the signature gleam of aurodium. They worth much more than their weight in gold alone, however.

"Black Crowns, one for each of you," he presented them to the hunters. "They confer onto you status and respect within the Black Sun. Further, they signify that you are under my personal protection."

"I will arrange an escort that will accompany you while you deliver the kid. You've earned that bounty, and I will ensure you are rewarded for it."

 

[Quinn Varanin]

Another set of papers went by.

"For Quinn Varanin , who spilled her own blood on my behalf, I can only give what has been earned: a black crown."

This she personally handed to the woman.

The gesture was unexpected. Weilu was chaotic in itself and received the pair another bounty from the High Republic. Though Quinn knew she'd do it again, even knowing the outcome.

She took the coin, moved it over a few times to inspect it. It was an item of high importance, she could tell by the ceremony.

Danger screamed in the back of her mind, but she remained seated and quiet. Her eyes drifted over the rest of the crowd. Ignoring the feeling, she kept the black crown in her palm till it warmed, then tucked it away in her jacket.

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Jerec took preeminence once more, the Hapan crown upon his head, the mynock-leather cloak aswirl. He held up a fist.

"Wielu meant a lot to me and will again. Fighting for Wielu reminded me that the Underlord's priorities are sound. Worth following. Worth loyalty. Above our wants but akin to them. Tomorrow we'll fight for and beside him again. So here's a piece of memory to carry with ya."

He clapped twice. Assorted droids came in from here or there and began to hand out swords such as nobody here had seen before, swords with pale gleaming ivory blades and ornate basket hilts, and the one for the Underlord most of all.

"That's the horn of the Wielu Saberfish, straight from the black market on our way out. That'll stop a lightsaber dead, parry blasters, cleave a skull or three." Jerec accepted one of the swords and swished it grandly, then heaved it skyward (alright, roofward) in salute. "Comrades! Here's to Velzari Tharn !"

Koda Fett Mauve du Vain Arris Windrun Quinn Varanin Razmir Tezhyn V1-L8 Sal Katarn Gavin Restur Vestra Tane Sars Sarad Mercy Kingsley Ariadne Isur Rathmar Praji Diamond Dog Kinley Pryse Hakar Scaleback Fenn Stag Aktur Seii Titus Kryze

 

[Gavin Restur]

ACTIVE BOUNTY HUNTING
List of Potential Targets: Vestra Tane, Sars Sarad, Koda Fett, Mauve du Vain, (NEW) Isar du Vain (Alternative Bounty)
License: Here
TAGS: Isar du Vain , Jerec Asyr , OPEN
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Currently, he was just chilling. Lifting a hand occasionally to adjust his wide-brimmed hat, but he was merely watching for the time being. But, that would come to an end when he noticed movement right next to him. Watching behind his mask's red eyes as the moustached Zeltron sat down next to him, tilting his head briefly to stare at Isar du Vain .

["Death stick?"]

If Gavin's eyes could have credit symbols appear on them, they would. As someone he's been keeping tabs on sat down right next to him.

But, he couldn't let up the persona he made of a mysterious, faceless thug just yet.

With a reach over, he plucked one of the death sticks from the pack, giving a nod of appreciation. After, the heavily modulated voice spoke over to the man. "A light would be appreciated." Gavin certainly dabbled in the occasional drug here and there in his younger years, especially given the people he was surrounded by. So, he's well aware of how addictive death sticks are. He plans to just pretend to smoke it.

Though, his attention is pretty quickly stolen by Jerec Asyr speaking up once more. Glancing back over briefly, before watching the droids start going around and handing out the Saberfish swords. A brow lifting beneath the mask, as he took one when a droid came around to his table. Examining it in his hand. "Huh. Ain't this interesting..." Making idle conversation to the Zeltron, in the meantime.

So, not only has he been getting valuable information while he's here, he gets a cool ass sword on top of it. Neat.

 

[Isar du Vain]

If Gavin's eyes could have credit symbols appear on them, they would. As someone he's been keeping tabs on sat down right next to him.

But, he couldn't let up the persona he made of a mysterious, faceless thug just yet.

“Mhmm,” Isar placed his own death stick between his lips, puffing, and set the saberfish sword on his lap and let out a low whistle, “neato.”

He held out a light and thumbed the flame for the masked fellow to hold his death stick to.

“By the way… Do uh, do I know you?” Isar smiled thinly, “it’s just that when I sat down you got all excited. Something about greed or avarice, yeah? Sorry, mate. Just something we Zeltron do. Emotions. So, you know me from somewhere?”

Smoke coiled around Isar’s face.

“What crew do you run with?”

Gavin Restur

 

[Arris Windrun]

Mention of Wielu only reminded Arris that she still had a job to do. The bounty on Aurelian Veruna wouldn't collect itself.

"That's the horn of the Wielu Saberfish, straight from the black market on our way out. That'll stop a lightsaber dead, parry blasters, cleave a skull or three." Jerec accepted one of the swords and swished it grandly, then heaved it skyward (alright, roofward) in salute. "Comrades! Here's to Velzari Tharn Velzari Tharn !"

"I'm not much of the sword type, but y'think it'll look good on a wall?" She wondered aloud.

The cyborg leaned back in her seat, yawned, stretched, and casually sprawled an arm on the back of the couch around whoever sat beside her.

 

[Gavin Restur]

ACTIVE BOUNTY HUNTING
List of Potential Targets: Vestra Tane, Sars Sarad, Koda Fett, Mauve du Vain,(NEW) Isar du Vain (Alternative Bounty)
License: Here
TAGS: Isar du Vain , OPEN
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As the other held the lighter over, he extended his arm. Lighting the end of the death stick, and giving another nod to the man. Resting the death stick in his hand by his head.

["By the way… Do uh, do I know you? It's just that when I sat down you got all excited. Something about greed or avarice, yeah? Sorry, mate. Just something we Zeltron do. Emotions. So, you know me from somewhere?"]

Oh, that's right. Zeltron, emotions. Did he forget about that? Absolutely. But, no cause for concern just yet.

To feel a certain way, you have to act a certain way. And right now, he needs to feel cool, calm. He sat back further in his chair, lifting his legs to rest his boots on the table. Crossing his feet, and visibly relaxing. Making him feel relaxed.

"Apologies for that. I've seen your face and name before, and I've overheard that you make good money and do good work. Just my own selfish thoughts on us making it big by workin' together, don't mean to rub you the wrong way." Keeping his tone composed, but light. Like it wasn't a big deal.

["What crew do you run with?"]

"Crew?" With an amused huff being let out. "I don't have a crew. Prefer to be on my own, find it easier than having to rely on someone." Further relaxing more into his seat. "And so if I know I can blame myself if something goes wrong." Spoken like a joke, as he let out a brief, modulated chuckle.