Dominion Neon Shadows | OPA Dominion of Javin

[Aalto Jien]

Objective 3, Escape

While the barfight and potential arrests were resolved, Aalto continued his way out into the hangar at a brisk pace, being bumped around by people making a hasty exit. Nothing like judges showing up to motivate a fast withdrawal!

“HOLD IT.” Was amusingly mimicked again. Aalto turned slowly around not saying a word.

There was a tense second or so wondering if he’d been made...

“Dropped this.” A small snake leather wallet was thrust under his blue chin, his credchit wallet. Dropped meant someone had tried to steal it when he was bumped around or it had been shaken loose, probably the former knowing this station. Paying off the right people was paying dividends, they were watching his back.

The Duros blinked his large eyes, cautiously taking the wallet and checking it for tracking devices, his ample chin getting right up close to the material. Pulling out a credchit he handed one to the dockworker, a moment of honesty inside a den of thieves was rewarded in kind.

Besides which, as he popped his cockpit and strapped himself into the pilot's chair, his cargo was going to fetch a decent price on the exchange markets. This was one broker who could afford to spend credits for some goodwill. The judges weren’t going to be here forever and the Exchange operated best when all the competition had been cleared! It might have even been Aalto that tipped them off to the Hutts and Pykes aboard, who knows.

His engines hit full burn and the corvette levelled up for takeoff. The game's always rigged.

 

[Kingsley]

SCENARIO 1: CLOUD NINE

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"Lets do this chicken pecker..."

Kingsley wiped flecks of bile from his beak.

"That was a cheap shot Judge," he narrowed his eyes at Maokai Bantam , "I'll make you regret it."

"HOLD IT"

The smuggler caught a heavy blaster that one of Xi's goons tossed his way and held it on Maokai and Caedyn Arenais. He thought about blasting them both anyway and taking his chances with the Pykes.

“You coming?”

Reluctantly he backed up until he was next to Xi Jago and the rodian with a disruptor scattergun. Confident that the tables were now turned Kingsley tossed a few gang signs and lewd gestures at both Jedi and lawman while continuing to make for the exit alongside the Pyke Syndicate.

"Rrrrawk! Remember this day as the day you ALMOST caught Captain-"

The cantina door hissed shut in his face.

 

[The Fool]

THE CURE

Apparently the sheriff of Terminus hadn't been shot yet, nor arrested. Was the security here garbage or was this aged kid really that capable? He wasn't sure what to think of the notorious OPA Judges as a whole. Mixed reputation out there really.

"What you should do?" Roman asked as he raised his hands, pistol still in his hand. "That's easy." he slowly shuffled towards Doctor Garafa. "This cure - can you, by any chance, create more?"

"Well, it is a complicated task but with the right-" the doctor didn't finish since Roman shut his lights off with a nice whack to the head. Before the man's body could drop to the floor, the shadowrunner picked him up over his shoulder. The sounds of stomping feet growing louder. "You're here for the cure, aren't you, sheriff?" Roman asked rhetorically as he moved towards the exit of the lab and thus closer to the Terminus judge. "It's right there." he jerked his head back.

He halted right next to the young sheriff and whispered sharply. "Take that cure and let those poor kids die, right? Gotta do what you gotta do for the eternal resistance against imperialism."

The revolution must continue; the words of Nebula Front's legendary leader, Dr. Hydan Survorov, rang in his mind.

Roman left without another word but with too much memories resurfacing back in his mind.

He needed a drink to wash all of this away.

Zak of Amroth Janick Beauchamp

 

[Zak Amroth]

SCENARIO 2: THE CURE

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"Hey man what the hell?!"

Zak charged the particle beamer in his hand.

"You're here for the cure, aren't you, sheriff?"

He wasn't really listening to The Fool or at least he wasn't aware he was. Instead the Judge stared down at the unconscious chagrian doctor. Now Garafa couldn't tell him where the cure was, but if he took the doctor with him...

"I've just had an amazing idea!" he announced cutting Roman off near the end of 'imperialism', "I'm taking you both into custody. This poor man you clubbed for no reason at all could be very useful. Now hold on while I-"

By the time the Sheriff had hoisted Doctor Garafa over his shoulders and turned around to cuff him the facility's so called 'janitor' was long gone.

"Dank ferrik!" he scratched his neck, "That was rude."

"Drop the blaster!"

The Judge grinned. Time to mosey on out. He turned and started shooting.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective 2: The Cure
Allies: The Fool Zak of Amroth

Janick then stepped away from the mainframe, and also stepped away from the technician, while preparing to cast a spell on the facility's staff. "Social distancing!"

Now that the spell was cast, the personnel inside the facility started to get panic attacks, and the facility's activities ground to a sudden halt, with samples and other equipment being put under lock and key. And, to make off with the research and production data on the cure, so that more of it could be produced elsewhere, Janick made sure she disposed of the gloves in the appropriate trash bin upon exiting the facility. But not without stumbling on a crate of the cure that a panicked lab technician just abandoned on the floor while under the spell's effects. Because, for the purposes of quarantine, she was considered a visitor, and she now had both a crate of the cure on hand and an external SSD for the cure's production data, she now had to leave the place, and to return to the Castle for fourteen standard days, with the witches of the Circle (such as Alyssa, Tamana and Dumelie) being there to take care of finding a buyer for the medication's information. Meanwhile, Roman and Zak were busy elsewhere, oblivious to the panic that now reigned inside the facility, while Janick was making off with a crate of the cure and production data.

 

[Maokai Bantam]

SCENARIO 1: CLOUD NINE​

"Rrrrawk! Remember this day as the day you ALMOST caught Captain-"

The cantina door hissed shut in his face.

Rage burned within the young judge but was Kingsley made his clumsy exit his thoughts turned to the young woman and how chasing the squawking fiend would not help her. Instead, he let the rage pass, breathing out the hate like hot breath on a cold window. He kept his guns drawn till the last of the goons had followed their feathered master and stepped back into the room where Caedyn Arenais was healing the young woman.

Taking off his hat he knew down next to them both. Running his fingers through his purple hair he waited a bit then gestured down at the woman.

"How is she doin doc? She gonna make it?" Mako asked speaking to Caedyn.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

SCENARIO 1: CLOUD NINE
Spacer Attire | CS.38 Tactical Side-Arm | Lightsaber
Amkoo Spujitso | Maokai Bantam | Kingsley | T The Undertaker | Xi Jago

This was one of those rare times where Caedyn wasn't focused on keeping the score, as opposed to placing all of his intention on the injured and unconscious woman sprawled out on the floor; and not in the usual way that most patrons of this shady establishment focused on them either. His hands glowed with a dull aura as the Force flowed through him, his eyes half closed and for all it seemed, ignoring everything else around him. Had it not been for the intervention of others, he may have been struck amidst the scuffle, though the culprit seemed to turn tail and flee, much to Caedyn's ignorance.

"How is she doin doc? She gonna make it?".
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The young Jedi Knight grimaced in his shift of focus, the channeling of energies into the foreign body requiring such a taxing amount of effort for the injuries she had sustained, though he flesh appeared to be recovering and miraculously to those watching who were not of the Jedi ways, would be astonished to see that it was even healing slowly over the time that Caedyn continued to commit.

"She's going to be alright, yeah..." Caedyn replied quietly under his breath, not a whisper though his words weren't spoken in strength either; "Thankfully the damage wasn't deeply internal...-She'd have needed a professional".

Though he wasn't at all impressed with this place, the environment where these young women were being forced to work. It was a horrible reality that there were many establishments like these, but if it had been his Sister forced to live in a place like this...-The thought made him wish he had the authority to shut the whole business down.

 

[The Undertaker]

And as his smile increased, the men next to Palak dropped to the floor holding onto their heads, the look of horror on their faces, mouths gaping as if trying to scream but no sound would come. Their lungs gurgled, fighting for breath, their eyes turned blood shot as the pressure in their skulls popped small vessels and blood trickled out of their noses and ears.

The men behind him, shifted once more, this time away from him in terror. What was happening to their companions was only just a warning, that they should back down if they did not want the same to happen to them. Oh, they would be spared the annoyance of that, their deaths would be quick, only for expedience.

The Undertake turned, both hands holding his guns and he open fired killing the other with one accurate shot to the head for each. Palak backed away, pleading for his life, “Take the guns, just get out of here”. He started to run toward a door that would lead out in the main street. But he did not make it. His hands groped for his throat and a snap of his neck ended his life. The bodies of the two men on the floor twitched in their death throes. The sensation of their life essence leaving their bodies, filled the Undertake with bliss. Intoxicating bliss.

His commlink beeped, it was Iblis. “Everything in order?”.

“All here”. The closed the crates.

“Good, and the credits?”.

“Palak has no need for them”. For the moment, there was silence from Iblis. Although the Undertaker was a valued Dark Judge, he was starting to become too dangerous and bad for business. No one would deal with them if word got out that anyone that did, ended up dead. The Undertaker heard the sigh of frustration from Iblis, he could not care less.