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Damian Starchaser pulled at the collar of his suit as he walked through the luxuriously appointed manor. Tal Malord was holding a party. Who was Tal Malord? He owned a large pharmaceutical company on the rim. Predominantly selling painkillers and medicines for rare diseases on the rim. Malord was a man whose goose was about to be cooked.
The hall of the grand palace was festooned in plants with exotic animals allowed to roam on the bannisters of the stairs. Marble of exquisite quality made up the floors of the house which led directly to the water of the planets ocean. Marble didn’t break down in sea water like other materials and so was a favorite for this type of construction. Damian had heard a man speak at length about that.
Although it was a formal occasion Damian didn’t bring a date. Anyone he might have thought to bring could have prevented him from the ventures true purpose. It had taken him a few weeks of pushing and prodding at the security of Tal Malord to finally get him to crack. The easiest way to get someone to move an object, in this case valuables, was to make the place it currently resided seem insecure. Damian had done just that having planting evidence to make it look like an employee of the private depository might be susceptible to blackmail or bribe and then having probed the place rather indiscreetly previously. This induced enough paranoia in Tal to make him pull his belongs from the vault and store them in his own safe. Of course the down side was the security had been increased to a copious number of guards.
Luckily his cover remained and his reason for not getting a date, short notice, was sufficient to block most questions as he wormed his way around the crowd. His fashion company had grown a bit in size which allowed him a little leeway in the form of funds. Once he had obtained money it was easy to create a cover ID and become an international man of mystery, at least of sorts. His official story was he bought and sold exotic highly sought after items to a select clientele. Through a simple money launderer contact he’d been able to get introductions to a few people who were then convinced to vouch for him. Between this and the credits he had thrown around he gained admittance to this rather lavish party.
Pretending to look at his chronometer Damian pressed a button. A signal, heavily encrypted, was sent to several drones under his speeder. The microdroids flew up and into the ductwork of the building via the roof settling into their assigned positions.
A waiter walked by and Damian chatted with him briefly before patting him on the back and giving him an attaboy. While he did so he inserted a healthy amount of credits into his pockets. Everyone deserved to be paid what they were worth, and Damian knew this man would prove his worth.
The stairs down to the vault were ahead of him, two guards overlooking the stairwell. Keeping his smile he walked as if to move past just as the waiter he’d paid was bringing another tray around from the kitchen on the opposite end of the hall. With an application of the force Damian pulled on the waiters leg forcing him to trip. As the two young mens bodies collided Damian forced himself to fall towards one of the guards grabbing his security cylinder from him. “You oaf,” he said to the waiter. “Look what you’ve done, you’ve utterly ruined my suit.”
He looked to the guard, “Upstairs there is a lavatory correct?”
The guard nodded before turning and chastising the waiter some more. At least there would be a happy story at the end of the night when the waiter found the credits hidden on his person. Small miracles. While the stairs down were guarded, the stairs up were free game. There was fewer people here and after drying off Damian loitered for a time waiting for the moment to move. That came when the crowd cleared to watch a presentation. Everyone shuffled down the stairs and Damian moved to the top of the well. With the force he pulled a small vase, overly priced antique by the look of it, and wiggled it creating a noise. When the guards looked away he dropped letting himself fall to the bottom of the stairwell softening his fall with the force to create nearly no noise. There was a door and a cage. Not a cage meant to hold people in but one meant to protect another security guard who oversaw the large vault doors.
“You don’t see anything,” Damian said as he waved his hand across the mans face. Then he proceeded to the vault inserting the stolen security cylinder opening the doors and gaining entry. There was a small case with diamonds, which Damian quickly secured in his pocket, and a number of painting and artifacts from bygone eras. Then there was the datachip held securely in the back of the vault on a shelf alongside a fair assembly of precious metals and gems from across the core. Damian took the chip and placed it in a pocket picking out a few of the various gems and a small bar of metal cut into a rectangular slip little bigger than his finger.
One foot lifted up from the ground and Damian moved his hand to pull at the sole. The rubber moved away with a depression underneath and a small piece of clay like substance followed. The young Jedi did the same with his other foot placing the putty like substance on the hinges of the vault as he exited back out repeating the Jedi Mind trick to the Guard.
At the staircase he looked to see the two guards still standing and bent his knees low before jumping the incredible height two stories up to the top floor once again. He hit with little fanfare and moved towards a window. With a press of a button the explosive putty on the vault door started to burn and there was a thud as the massive door fell to the ground. A second button signalled to the microdroids in the ducts telling them to release anti-blaster smoke blinding crowds and setting off fire alarms throughout the mansion. Moving to the window Damian jumped out smartly seeing the crowd of millionaires and notables evacuated through the door he dusted himself off and turned on his heels to go blend in with the crowd when suddenly he felt a presence….
[member="Zylah Dvale"]
The hall of the grand palace was festooned in plants with exotic animals allowed to roam on the bannisters of the stairs. Marble of exquisite quality made up the floors of the house which led directly to the water of the planets ocean. Marble didn’t break down in sea water like other materials and so was a favorite for this type of construction. Damian had heard a man speak at length about that.
Although it was a formal occasion Damian didn’t bring a date. Anyone he might have thought to bring could have prevented him from the ventures true purpose. It had taken him a few weeks of pushing and prodding at the security of Tal Malord to finally get him to crack. The easiest way to get someone to move an object, in this case valuables, was to make the place it currently resided seem insecure. Damian had done just that having planting evidence to make it look like an employee of the private depository might be susceptible to blackmail or bribe and then having probed the place rather indiscreetly previously. This induced enough paranoia in Tal to make him pull his belongs from the vault and store them in his own safe. Of course the down side was the security had been increased to a copious number of guards.
Luckily his cover remained and his reason for not getting a date, short notice, was sufficient to block most questions as he wormed his way around the crowd. His fashion company had grown a bit in size which allowed him a little leeway in the form of funds. Once he had obtained money it was easy to create a cover ID and become an international man of mystery, at least of sorts. His official story was he bought and sold exotic highly sought after items to a select clientele. Through a simple money launderer contact he’d been able to get introductions to a few people who were then convinced to vouch for him. Between this and the credits he had thrown around he gained admittance to this rather lavish party.
Pretending to look at his chronometer Damian pressed a button. A signal, heavily encrypted, was sent to several drones under his speeder. The microdroids flew up and into the ductwork of the building via the roof settling into their assigned positions.
A waiter walked by and Damian chatted with him briefly before patting him on the back and giving him an attaboy. While he did so he inserted a healthy amount of credits into his pockets. Everyone deserved to be paid what they were worth, and Damian knew this man would prove his worth.
The stairs down to the vault were ahead of him, two guards overlooking the stairwell. Keeping his smile he walked as if to move past just as the waiter he’d paid was bringing another tray around from the kitchen on the opposite end of the hall. With an application of the force Damian pulled on the waiters leg forcing him to trip. As the two young mens bodies collided Damian forced himself to fall towards one of the guards grabbing his security cylinder from him. “You oaf,” he said to the waiter. “Look what you’ve done, you’ve utterly ruined my suit.”
He looked to the guard, “Upstairs there is a lavatory correct?”
The guard nodded before turning and chastising the waiter some more. At least there would be a happy story at the end of the night when the waiter found the credits hidden on his person. Small miracles. While the stairs down were guarded, the stairs up were free game. There was fewer people here and after drying off Damian loitered for a time waiting for the moment to move. That came when the crowd cleared to watch a presentation. Everyone shuffled down the stairs and Damian moved to the top of the well. With the force he pulled a small vase, overly priced antique by the look of it, and wiggled it creating a noise. When the guards looked away he dropped letting himself fall to the bottom of the stairwell softening his fall with the force to create nearly no noise. There was a door and a cage. Not a cage meant to hold people in but one meant to protect another security guard who oversaw the large vault doors.
“You don’t see anything,” Damian said as he waved his hand across the mans face. Then he proceeded to the vault inserting the stolen security cylinder opening the doors and gaining entry. There was a small case with diamonds, which Damian quickly secured in his pocket, and a number of painting and artifacts from bygone eras. Then there was the datachip held securely in the back of the vault on a shelf alongside a fair assembly of precious metals and gems from across the core. Damian took the chip and placed it in a pocket picking out a few of the various gems and a small bar of metal cut into a rectangular slip little bigger than his finger.
One foot lifted up from the ground and Damian moved his hand to pull at the sole. The rubber moved away with a depression underneath and a small piece of clay like substance followed. The young Jedi did the same with his other foot placing the putty like substance on the hinges of the vault as he exited back out repeating the Jedi Mind trick to the Guard.
At the staircase he looked to see the two guards still standing and bent his knees low before jumping the incredible height two stories up to the top floor once again. He hit with little fanfare and moved towards a window. With a press of a button the explosive putty on the vault door started to burn and there was a thud as the massive door fell to the ground. A second button signalled to the microdroids in the ducts telling them to release anti-blaster smoke blinding crowds and setting off fire alarms throughout the mansion. Moving to the window Damian jumped out smartly seeing the crowd of millionaires and notables evacuated through the door he dusted himself off and turned on his heels to go blend in with the crowd when suddenly he felt a presence….
[member="Zylah Dvale"]
