Public Righteous Thievery

[Kain Aldore]

Location: Keitum Starport​

Kain walked through the starport pushing a Repulsorlift crate, Inside? Emp charges, slicing equipment, and several stun rifles. Their purpose? Liberating aid supplies from a group that had more than they needed.

This wasn't the first time he'd done this job, nor the second. It was however number three, and with Kain typically the third time was when his luck went right out the evac port. So he'd sent out word though some underworld contacts he had on Correllia. He honestly didn't know who'd show up, it was a risk even putting it out there through a non-vetted source, anyone and their refresher could show up ready to blast at him right there in the space port, though he'd hoped that wouldn't be the case.

Pushing the crate up the ramp of his ship and taking a breath. The first two times went off without a hitch, zero blaster fire, just confused supply workers stationed at small outpost with a surplus of aid supplies they'd likely never touch. Supplies he'd ferry to the convergence zones and sell for half their worth.

While his current tactics had been enough for fuel, this would be a bigger target, a larger supply depot on Oben what he'd been doing was stanching the bleed, he'd hoped this would be enough to act as a temporary suture for those displaced.

"What the hell am I thinking... I'm going to end up on a bounty poster at this rate." He mumbled to himself as he sat on a crate outside his ship. He'd given a rendezvous time and location. For anyone wanting to join this daring little adventure. Now came the hard part, waiting.

Tag: Lucaant Vaneric

 

[Lucaant Vaneric]

Location: Keitum Starport​

Kain walked through the starport pushing a Repulsorlift crate, Inside? Emp charges, slicing equipment, and several stun rifles. Their purpose? Liberating aid supplies from a group that had more than they needed.

This wasn't the first time he'd done this job, nor the second. It was however number three, and with Kain typically the third time was when his luck went right out the evac port. So he'd sent out word though some underworld contacts he had on Correllia. He honestly didn't know who'd show up, it was a risk even putting it out there through a non-vetted source, anyone and their refresher could show up ready to blast at him right there in the space port, though he'd hoped that wouldn't be the case.

Pushing the crate up the ramp of his ship and taking a breath. The first two times went off without a hitch, zero blaster fire, just confused supply workers stationed at small outpost with a surplus of aid supplies they'd likely never touch. Supplies he'd ferry to the convergence zones and sell for half their worth.

While his current tactics had been enough for fuel, this would be a bigger target, a larger supply depot on Oben what he'd been doing was stanching the bleed, he'd hoped this would be enough to act as a temporary suture for those displaced.

"What the hell am I thinking... I'm going to end up on a bounty poster at this rate." He mumbled to himself as he sat on a crate outside his ship. He'd given a rendezvous time and location. For anyone wanting to join this daring little adventure. Now came the hard part, waiting.

Tag: Lucaant Vaneric

"Oh, my God will certainly forgive you... But unfortunately, I won't."

⏵ Play Theme

Location: Kaitum Starport
Objective: Complete the contract.
People involved: Kain Aldore
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The starport buzzed like a nest that had grown too used to chaos. Engines howled, vendors barked in six languages, and somewhere, someone was definitely losing a game of sabacc they thought they had in the bag.

Luccant moved through it all like a ghost that hadn't yet decided who to haunt.

By the time he reached the docks, he'd already picked out the ship. It had the look — half functional, half held together by spite, and posted outside, a man perched on a crate like he was waiting for the worst-case scenario to show up right on time.

Luccant stopped a few paces away, scanning the crate. Repulsorlift frame. Subtle outlines of EMPs and slicer gear. Nothing loud. Tactical. Meant for restraint, not slaughter. That told him something.

He looked at the man. Weathered, calculating. Looked like he’d done this before and still didn’t trust it to go smooth. Smart.

"You’re Kain."

It wasn’t a question.

"I saw your posting."

A pause, just long enough to mean something.

"Open channel. No encryption. No shadow routing."

His tone was flat, matter-of-fact.

"So either you were rushed. Or you wanted to be found."

He took a step closer, gaze flicking over the ship.

"Not the first job. That’s the part you didn’t mention. First went smooth, so this is the one where it doesn’t. That’s why you need help."

He wasn't boasting. Just analyzing, reading the situation like a report on a datapad.

"I'm not here for credits, mostly."

Another beat.

"I’ll take a cut if it things go south, but I don’t spend often enough to care."

He glanced down at the crate, then at Kain again.

"If this is quiet work, I can't keep it that way. If it gets loud, I’ll still be standing at the end." He sighed and looked again at the crate. "I see you're not going for a kill, I don't like keeping people behind."

It wasn't a threat, just a statement, an expression of his life philosophy.

He hesitated — just for a breath — like remembering he was supposed to say something more human.

"If we don’t die horribly, I’ll call that a win."

Still no smile. Just the honest delivery of someone who wasn’t wired for charm.

He shifted his weight against the crate slightly, his posture casual but ready.

"You want someone who shows up, doesn’t panic, and doesn’t ask questions you don’t want to answer."

A beat.

"That’s me."

He looked at the ship, then back at Kain.

"You got an op. I’m in. Just tell me where I sit."
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[Csariden]

❖ CSARIDEN ❖
Rebuilt For Revenge.

A watchtower blinked once on the far edge of the port.

Then it screamed.

Silent flash—then smoke.
A dark streak carved the wind, trailing behind a low-pitched whrrrrr like a predator's breath.

Before the guard could finish his sentence, his comms died—fingers twitching on a severed feedline. A second too late, the camera spun to catch a shadow vaulting the parapet, dismembering light with every strike.

One motion: a plasma dagger split a rifle’s barrel.
Another: a palm thrust caved in a rebreather.
Third: silence again.

No alarm.

From the smoke walked a figure with no call sign, no footprint—just scorched metal inlaid across bare Chiss skin, steam bleeding from servo joints like sighs from a corpse.

He stepped over the guard’s body without looking. His voice was frayed, scorched and bit crushed by the vocoder of his prosthetics.

> "Port security. Fragile as ever."

His voice cut low and rough, unhurried. Modulated.

Kneeling, he slotted a micro-spike into the terminal node beneath the tower’s deck. Data unscrambled. Firewalls folded. Access maps unfolded in glowing veins across his optical field.

Cargo zone locked. Operational window shrinks by the second.

Two minutes to breach. One to disappear.

A half-turn. He looked toward the starport’s west flank, where shadows tangled with light between crates and patrol routes. The mission had begun before anyone realized he was already inside.

"They'll never see you coming."

He whispered it into the line like a promise.

Kain Aldore Lucaant Vaneric
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[Kain Aldore]

Kain looked up from where he'd been gazing with intent, not exactly startled, but mildly amused. The man didn't posture, didn't play with his words or try and impress, he just stood there and spoke, sharp.

"Figure all that out on you own huh? Why cant it be both desperation and bait?" He stared Lucaant down like he'd crossed a line, before cracking the dumb grin he was know for as the tension he'd been building faded away.

He stood up, boot scuffing the crate as he gave a bow, one full of sarcasm and lacking any sort of regal refinement. His gaze met Lucaant's as he looked at his baby "Welcome to The Slate Runner, held together with hopes, dreams, and a hyperdrive capacitor on it's last legs. Named while I was way too drunk, and it hisses whenever I bank to the left." Kain's voice may have been playful but his eyes told a different story, he tracked the mans every subtle shift and choice of word. Kain wasn't an idiot, okay maybe he was, but he joked when he was nervous, and right now he could turn the cargo bay of his ship into a standup comedy routine.

He thumbed to the crate "That gear was originally for autonomous security systems and locks, not moving targets, It seems someone got wise to their stuff getting swiped. Mobile shipment, tighter engagement space, less time to to react. Typical chit"

Somehow things always got funny for him, not in a laughing way, more of a rancor in an enclosed space stuck on its back way.

"They've moved the aid supplies onto a transpo, it's leaving Oben sometime in the morning, which makes this easier in some ways, harder in others. Despite her size my ship is surprisingly fast. We'll exit the hyperspace lane right over the transport and dock before they can even scramble snub fighters."

Contrary to his own belief he really wasn't dumb. The slicing equipment could be hooked up to the transponder in the slate runner for a one time short use, masking their signature, though it would probably only last for the amount of time it took them to dock. Kain then looked at Lucaant Vaneric with a more serious gaze.

"Listen while I appreciate the enthusiasm, I'm not here looking to turn this into a firefight, there is probably Diarchy Armed Forces in some capacity on the ship, their doing just their job, I'd prefer we at least start with the stun guns, though if they start rocking blaster bolts at us I won't stop you."

Kain shifted on his heels as the sounds of landing ships filled the lack of his energetic personality "If you're still in, welcome aboard, there's caf in the kitchen which tastes like how carbon scoring looks, we dust off before dawn so grab some shut eye while you can." Kain stopped as a pit formed in his stomach, something was wrong, though his poor attunment to anything regarding his senses didn't exactly tell him what, so he looked around and shrugged it off

Tags: Lucaant Vaneric Csariden Caelus Vire // NIHIL

 

[Csariden]

❖ CSARIDEN ❖
Rebuilt For Revenge.

The bay door slid open with a screech it hadn’t made before.

Csariden stepped through—deliberately, noiselessly—but there was a weight to his presence now, like gravity had tilted toward the wrong part of the ship.

He didn’t look at the others right away. His red eyes were fixed on the wall behind Kain, like he was trying to see through it.

“I tapped the Slate Runner’s nav from the comm tower. She’s fast. She’s leaky. But she’ll hold.”

He dropped a small black case near the crate—its latches already open, contents already organized. Slicer gear, neural jacks, stun net coils.

He didn’t explain the loadout. Just stared at it for a moment, then finally looked up.

“You want it clean.”

He said it with the caution of a blade being returned to its sheath, not out of mercy—but because it was someone else's turn to kill.

A beat. A low, half-choked sound behind his respirator. A laugh? No. Just breath, rough with modulation.

Not my war, not today.

He turned slightly toward Lucaant—not enough to invite, just enough to measure. And then to Kain.

Eyes like targeting lasers. Voice like a saw across metal.

“You feel it.”

A step closer.

“Not Force. Not fate. Just friction. You planned for variables. But I’m not one of them.”

Another beat. No blinking.

“The Diarchy doesn’t guard humanitarian cargo. They flag it. They know this route. They want to see who bites.”

His hand flexed, servo joints twitching with an almost imperceptible whine.

“We go in clean. If it stays clean, I’ll follow orders. But if it turns, I won’t hesitate. I won’t mourn. And I won’t slow down.”

The lights from the ship's overheads flickered, just once.

He didn’t notice.

He just turned and walked past them toward the internal hull—disappearing again into the shadows between bulkheads.

Not my war, not today. But if it becomes mine—

He said nothing more.

Kain Aldore Lucaant Vaneric​