Say hello to a deal they can't refuse, also untouchables and some other movie. (Red Raven Dominion

[La Mafioso]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=HWqKPWO5T4o


A flick of light whooshed and a cigar was light by a elderly mustached gentleman, he wore a very expensive tuxedo with a rose in it and he wasn't alone. All around him on a very expensive table sat some of the deadliest mob families of Nar Shadda. In the chaos of the rapture the republic had left this world and as nature took back abandoned buildings, crime took back Nar Shadda.

Four particular crime families to be specific. First was the infamous Grandfather, the man who wore the rose and was chomping down on a cigar. The second was a man with many scars on his face and wore a cheap suit. Most people called him Scar Mug. The third was a balding man who was way overweight and needed to consult a dietician, he was Big Fat Al. And last but not least was That Guy, a mobster known for something. But back to it, they all sat around a table and were discussing the situation that was at hand. The Red Raven fleet was in orbit and they were here to take the planet from them and return it to it's natural money making self.

"Ockey, weez gots a problema" scar mug said in a thick accent of a Italian trying to play a Cuban.

"Yeah these ravens, we got to do something." Big fat al said between heavy labored breaths after munching down on a hotdog.

"I'm gonna make me an offer they can't refuse." Said the grandfather and soon they all came to a unanimous deduction.

Violence was the only way to solve this problem. And soon the streets of Nar Shadda plunged into a normal Tuesday night, which was of course pure chaos. Gangs of mob family hitters roamed the streets preparing for the incoming ravens. They were going to have to fight their way to get Nar Shadda from chaos, or they could negotiate, or do both it really didn't matter in the end. But before that happened the mafia council hailed the raven fleet and spoke to whoever was in control. A tan skinned man in a cheap suit holding a machine gun was on screen and he spoke in a very hard to understand tongue.

"Ockey, which won of you Nerf Sockers wants tu com play ah?" He said looking into the camera hoping to start some kind of diplomatic talks.

OBJECTIVES:

Objective 1: Secure the streets of Nar Shadda with as little civilian casualties as possible.

Objective 2: Find and remove current crime leaders from Nar Shadda.

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Nerf Sockers? That was a new one. She supposed she ought to be insulted, but she honestly just didn't care. The Twi'lek thought very little of these mob families. Limited to one planet, none of them strong enough to hold sole control of even that.. Really this was one of those cases where she almost couldn't be bothered with diplomacy, but, it would be tiresome to try and hunt them all down through the rat warren that was Nar Shaddaa. Perhaps it could be arranged that they would hunt each other down.. That would be convenient. A faint smile played along her lips at the thought.

"That would be me."

The Twi'lek, unlike the man before her, that files suggested was likely Scar Mug, was not dressed cheaply at all. She'd never been inclined to do so, and now that she was Vice President was even more aware of her image at all times. She wondered briefly if the Raven insurgency teams that were already on the ground gathering info had found anything yet, or if they'd engaged the enemy. Reports would come soon she was sure. For now the bulk of the Red Ravens was still in orbit.

"I assume you know why we're here."

This was said in a friendly enough tone, rather than the ominous shading that could have coloured it. One way or another, the Ravens were taking Nar Shaddaa.

[member="La Mafioso"]

 

[La Mafioso]

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

Location: Sweaty Tony's Hutt Cuisine
Objective: Ogle and hit on.

Scar Mug's eyes immediately shifted down and he started to get an eyeful of boob. The tiger stripped twe'lik was a fine chika and she was going to be his, or at least in his diluted imaginations and wet dreams tonight she would be. He raised a bushy eye brow in a sexy manner that really didn't make him look any more attractive than he was, which was to say not attractive at all. He sort of came off as a creepy pervy guy who hits on tourists and badgers them for their number. So he made a little sucking sound with teeth together, an spoke to the sexy mamasita.

"Oh I know why ju are here chika, and we are going to make shure that ju are taken care of." The man said and began to stick his tongue out wiggling it around at her in a very crass and inappropriate manner.

The council began to laugh behind him and big fat al was coughing and wheezing his way through it. They were ready for the ravens to launch an assault, the crime families had hired various muscle and mercenary to kill the ravens. They wanted to make sure this planet stayed theirs.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Location: In orbit around Nar Shaddaa
Objective: Be the Minister of Diplomacy
Allies: Ravens

"Mmm, promises, promises."

The Twi'lek sighed, more than used to these sorts of advances.

"It's good to know you have at least one appendage that may be of use to me."

That was delivered quick and cutting, with obvious implications about the state of his.. other appendages.

"I'm a busy woman gentlemen, I don't have time to waste. You all have my personal holonumber. When you decide to talk business.. Let me know. The Ravens believe in profit, we don't care how it happens. We can be very generous to our friends, monetarily and with other.. favours."

She allowed that to sink in.

"A five way division is hardly worth considering however. Think quickly gentlemen, I'll be seeing you soon one way or another I'm sure."

With a wink, the orange female blew a kiss as the camera before toggling it off. There. She'd yet to know a criminal brotherhood that wouldn't tear itself apart over that sort of comment. Even if they weren't inclined to betray their fellows, they'd be wondering if their fellows were getting ready to betray them. The paranoia and self-interest of criminals was a wonderful thing.

[member="La Mafioso"]

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

P.S., I have a source book for Nar Shadaa. PM or Skype message me for info.
Location: Orbit around Nar Shadaa
Objective: Wardrobe, weapon change, and #2 (unless [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] wanted to do Objective 1. Then, he'd probably want to follow her because he's smitten with that "kitten", if you know what I mean...)
Allies: The Ravens, but more specifically, any who will join his side

Jarven stood at an observation window of the Raven's transport ship. Vapor trailed from his E-Cig Cuban. He thought it was a good idea to get in the mood, but that E-Cig tasted terrible. So, he spit it out onto the ground, and stomped it to pieces, forgetting that E-Cigs didn't require that since they weren't actually lit to begin with and they were tech devices...Oops. Turning from the window, he occasionally flicked his eyes to the monitor in the corner of the room. On the screen was the video feed from the "talks" that some gangster was trying to start. Jarven couldn't speak to the gangster, just follow the conversation and get info. He changed into an outfit, that was big enough to comfortably fit just right, over his armor.

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He looked at his commputer and started to study the different sectors of Nar Shadaa.

Corellian Sector: home of numerous trendy nightclubs, restaurants, and casinos. This area also houses many public merchant areas, s well as a very poorly patrolled warehouse district that smugglers make use of for hiding cargo. Gambling is the most profitable and popular enterprise here. One locale, the Blood Pits, holocasts pit fights taking place around the galaxy. This sector is largely controlled by Corellian-descended humans, but all manner of species work and live in this sector. Public housing is readily available here and many take advantage of the affordable accommodations. Level 88 is an especially popular destination for both work and play. The machine works located on this level employ many individuals with an aptitude for repairing cargo freighters and other ships. Crime is so rampant here that it's considered a way of life. It's popular for bounty hunters, as a number of locales here cater to their kind, displaying available bounties to all interested parties.
Meltdown Cafe: popular, but seedy, drinking establishment. Known for it's syrupy, bitter drink: a Tatooine Sunburn. Caters to bounty hunters and is the most frequent place for arranging jobs. Half a dozen Gank Killers can be found loitering here. It's well-advised to avoid this place if you have an outstanding bounty on your head, lest you have a dozen licensed killers descend upon you. Best place to hire muscle.
The Slag Pit: Rough and tumble gambling den and watering hole on the lowest levels of the sector. It averages one killing every other day and no law enforcer has ever set foot in there for years. It's secretly a front for spice business. The owner, a Pau'an called Odrell Vorbaal, is one of the premier dealers of glitterstim on Nar Shaddaa. He has gone to great lengths to keep his business out from scrutiny even though local crime factions have been doggedly trying to find the source of the glitterstim. Odrell's success has happened largely due to the backing of the Black Sun. With the recent events, however, that support has been cut off and he is in a dangerous spot, perfect for manipulation by the Ravens.
Orange Lady: The patrons are known to shoot first and say "excuse me" later. A dank, seedy cantina deep int the lower levels of the sector. Frequented by death stick dealers and addicts, this location is one that respectable patrons steer clear of. The Besadii Kajidic use a spot in this cantina as a prime "recruiting" spot, when in reality, they send you into slavery.


Old Duros Sector: At least 3/4ths of the sector of the sector were abandoned to the poor and disenfranchised, who quickly took it over. Duros immigrants and refugees make up the majority, but there are also a wide range of species here. Unrest bubbles and sometimes important people will rise up and fan the flames of revolt. The Duros Menagerie of Exotic Species zoo This sector is a haunted ruin, home to lethal predators that lurk around every corner. Criminal big shots will have "hunting safaris" in this sector, gunning down any who are in their way, wretches and predators alike, but not usually people who aren't moving. That wouldn't be sporting, so they just spit on them or bust a limb (whatever they're feeling) and move on. The large number of tunnels between this sector and the Corellian Sector allows for the transport of illicit goods.



Red Light Sector: Known for illicit activity. Specializes in body enhancement, implants, illegal drugs, and more unusual pursuits. The businesses that operate here take great advantage of the moral flexibility of those who call the moon home to line their pockets with credits. Slavers and spice dealers operate alongside the bio-enhancement and pleasure shops, earning this area its well-deserved reputation for "anything goes". The central area called Dream Street is the only source of security. Business proprietors warn that anything past this boundary is dangerous and that those who wander do so at their own risk, for they will have to deal with it alone.

The Heartache Bistro: One of the premier restaurants in all of Nar Shaddaa, it caters to the indulgences of many. Food, drink, companionship, entertainment, spice, and much more. It has the finest chefs for the kitchens and only stocks the finest quality liquor. The servers and "companions" are some of the most attractive examples of their respective species'. There is a wide diversity of people from different species and different skills, so anything one could want is most likely to be here. A highly addictive version of Glitterstim, known as Tempest Spice, can be sold in small quantities here, as it is very expensive, of high quality, and in short supply.
Cluster Cantina: A cantina popular with spacers and criminals, however, it's not very remarkable to most who walk through the doors. Completely unremarkable. Could be mistaken for multiple run-of-the-mill cantinas across the galaxy. Couldn't possibly be a hidden safe house for one of the top crime families...



The Undercity: Far down below, this is a place so vile that even the hardiest bounty hunters and smugglers aboid it at all costs. Home to mutants, escaped killers, lethal predators, and even worse...Best to avoid.
The Valveworks district: Home to a massive recycling plant that clears the air of multitudes of toxins that spill into the atmosphere. Most of this district is devoted to cleaning the air and water. It is so old that the machinery is working at 60% efficiency. No one can tell how long it will all last and, if the machinery were to be destroyed, it would cause an ecological disaster.
Dead Town district: Large. Mausoleums. Everywhere. Most bodies are cremated, but for those that demand to have the bodies stashed and/or buried there, droids are in charge of these multiple facilities. Grave robbing is common, especially since the droids can only manage a mediocre security. Most of the bodies are of poor people, but sometimes, there are a couple of valuable trinkets. This makes Dead Town a spot for desperate scavengers.
Darklands district: It's dark. This district hasn't had power for decades. This region, which lies directly under the Red Light Sector, has been home to death stick addicts and murderers, and the permanent power outage has only made the region more dangerous and degenerate. It's now a barbaric wasteland set within a cityscape, home to psychopathic gangs and degenerate cannibals. Lack of power means the residents live in a strange techno-primitive state, hunting fang rats in decaying luxury apartments, carrying torches for lights, and even using bows and spears. Most of the transit ways have been shut down and enforcers have been posted at the entrances of the remainders. Even if you wanted to visit, you'd have to climb down hundreds of meters of dead turbolift shafts just to reach it.

Jarven finished reading the last of it and then sent this info to all Red Ravens in the vicinity.

 

[La Mafioso]

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

Location: Sweaty Tony's Hutt Cuisine
Objective: Decide what to do

The woman cut off the camera and the boys simply looked around at each other, they weren't about to start killing each other over a piece of ass. No they were criminals not a group of high school seniors, they had all lived a very luxurious life of fast cars and loose women. But Chiasa was rather beautiful, not beautiful enough to kill over, but still nice on the eyes. So the council of mobsters gathered and began to talk among themselves for the next step.

Big fat Al took a bite of steak and sloppily chewed it up in front of the others.

"We could cut a deal, work with the ravens?" Big fat al said with his big fat mouth.

"Ju must be loco if ju think we can side wit them. You heard about what they did in wild space, the the Hutts meng." Scar mug said in retort to Al

The grandfather coughed and spoke to the four men at the table.

"This is our planet, I know we haven't had the best of pasts with each other. But we need to unite and take them down." They all nodded in agreement and their bond as a criminal enterprise was solid.

Maybe if the orange lady spent more time actually talking instead of throwing boobs and sexual metaphors into their faces they might of actually of caused some form of destabilization. But alas some people are just too in love with themselves for such tactics to actually work.

"Call in the hitter, send him after the orange broad." The grandfather said with a cough afterwards.

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Continuation of previous post:

Jarven walked over to the armory and started to pick through it. Hmm...I need something that can take down a lot of people really fast...Medium range crowd control...Close Quarters...Something that can disperse multiple people...Explosives!

First and foremost, he equipped two inferno grenades and two heavy frag grenades. He kept his whip and pistol on his personage, but he replaced his repulsor rifle for an 8-gauge scatter gun and two ACP repeater guns. He felt ready for anything, so after gearing up, he made his way to the transport ships to wait for any who would join him.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Personal Quarters with [member="Jarven Zexxel"] in orbit
Objective: get dressed and ready.
Allies: [member="Jarven Zexxel"]

In the bed near Jarven a small sleeping form stirred under the covers of a king sized bed. A patch of blonde hair moved up from the covers and Patricia's tired face popped up from bed sheets. She yawned and looked over to Jarven with a loving smile and scoffed humorously, she eyed him up and down and clutched the covers to her nude form.

"Really going for the whole anti hero save the city look today aren't you?" She said with a smile and began to shift over to Jarven's side of the bed, his warmth and small pieces of fur still lingering behind.

"You know you really need to stop shedding all over the bed, this crap ain't easy to get out." She giggled and went to the side of the bed quickly slipping on a set of undergarments to cover her up.

Standing she walked over to Jarven and hugged him from behind and kissed the leather coat on his right shoulder. He smelled of fresh and unspoiled leather and it was rather pleasant. So she just hugged him for a moment and looked up at him with her blue eyes. Jarven and Patricia had been seeing each other for a few weeks now and while Patricia was well a woman who got around a lot, a lot a lot, she had been going steady with the man. It just felt good to have someone like him, but they did have work to do.

"Nar'Shadda eh? Well I will let you lead this one oh fuzzy one. Just let me know what you want to do." Leaning up she gave him a quick kiss on the lips and went into a walk in closet to get ready for the fight that was about to happen and let him walk over to the weapons rack in the room.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Location: In orbit above Nar Shaddaa, preparing to go planetside
Objective: Brief Ravens, kick ass
Allies: Ravens

"Well then Ravens, it looks like we get to do things our way after all."

The Twi'lek spoke, her words carried not only to any present, but through her comm-unit to anyone on the encrypted Red Raven channels.

"Expect them to fight dirty and not care about civilian casualties. They know it's win or die for them at this point. For now, all four families are fair game. If that changes I'll update you."

What else? She pursed her lips together for a moment, before grinning. The Ravens had been working hard, bulldozing their way through space with hadrly any time off, or a chance to come to grips with the dissappearances and other odd occurences. They deserved a little fun, a little reward.

"Keep a kill count if you have the time, this is a big moment for us, those who are most helpful can expect to be rewarded for their services."

She had a few other things she'd be watching for as well, both on the wetwork side, and for the more subtle combatants, but she wouldn't want to distract them too much from the task at hand.

"One, Two, time to go planet side boys."

It would be nice to sit on the ship, and keep an aerial view of everything, but she could help and being seen on the ground would ensure these mob families knew they didn't impress of intimidate her.

[member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="La Mafioso"]

 

[Foebacca]

Location: Beside Chiasa.
Objective: Protect the VP.
Allies: Ravens
Enemies: Wannabe Gangsters AKA [member="La Mafioso"]

Foebacca stood there next to Chiasa and looked over the information given about these...posers. Jackasses wanted to play at being bad guys he would show them true badassery. He checked to make sure the BTI-Reaper series Repeating Blaster had its gas canister filled and a plug n fire power cell locked and loaded and the power pack backpack he had for the blaster was plugged in and situated comfortably on his back. He thought as the new VP that Chiasa warrented a bodyguard and well the pay wasn't bad either. He was having a few of the Vrotoa clan soldiers look for ways to find where Zenva went. In the mean time he should make some credits and such.

"Miss Chiasa. What are our Rules of Engagement? What are we allowed to destroy?"

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Location: In orbit, preparing to go groundside
Objective: Take Nar Shaddaa
Allies: Ravens
Enemies: [member="La Mafioso"]

When it had been proposed that Chiasa take on [member="Foebacca"] as a bodygaurd, she'd given it hardly a moments thought before agreeing. She had her R.I.C.O. units now, but there was something about the sight of a great big heavily armed Wookiee that just made people think twice. The fact that Foebacca had so many visible modifications only made him all the more intimidating. She still missed Xalus, but there wasn't much that could be done about that at the moment. The fact that Foebacca could easily communicate and had a sharp mind certainly hadn't hurt either.

"Good question!"

This Vice President business was hard, she wasn't used to being in charge of large groups of people. Well. She was, but it wasn't usually actually her job. She wasn't usually accountable. She toggled the comm-unit back on.

"As for collateral damage caused by us.. Try and limit it, remember, we'll be the ones taking possession and having to fix it up again afterwards. That said, as long as we win at the end of the day.. If a good enough opportunity arises, take it. If you find the four families all gathered in one place, don't worry about trying to snipe them all, bomb it and be done with it. The more civilians we kill, the more folks we need to worry about watching our backs for. Rebellions are a pain in the ass to deal with, try not to leave fuel for a future one if you can. Of course, as far as I'm concerned, a Ravens life is worth more than a non-member, so no taking bullets for civvies."

[member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[La Mafioso]

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Foebacca"]

Location: Under town
Objective: Kill Chiasa

Past steaming grates and tallest towers, bellow the neon lights of the bright city streets of lust and greed the planet of Nar'Shadda was founded upon. There lays something vile, something that haunts the dreams of even the most hardened of criminals. Remnants of their kind remain on this planet, lost and without purpose taking up what jobs that they could. Cold blooded hunters of men and women who make their money on death and destruction. In a cold damp space in the city a creature sat upon a mound of bones and bodies inspecting trophies of it's kills, of it's hunts. The creature wore a mask of iron and soon it became clear the mob had enlisted the help of a Yuuzhan Vong Hunter to kill their little problem.

The beast lifted up a communicator on it's wrist and picture of Chiasa flickered onto it. The heretic Vong clicked a few times then shut it down. It was time to find this woman and kill her.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Ranator Star Destroyer in orbit.
Objective: Gear Up
Allies: [member="Jarven Zexxel"]

Wearing her frilly pink undergarments Patricia was inside her personal closet aboard the Subach made Ranator star destroyer. It was certainly an upgrade from her last job, and this was where she began to grow conflicted. Nar'Shadda had once been a republic world, it was still a crap hole by every definition, but it was still a place she had strove to make better. She had fought and bled on this planet to create order and peace, only to have it slip back into chaos. Now here she was, with a criminal outfit non the less and here to take the world back for crime. Her job was once to uphold the law not break it, but yet here she was paid way much more than her last job. She had millions of credits and her children were being treated like the royalty that they actually were, so why did it all feel so wrong?

Patricia sighed and shook the thought off. She began to get dressed in the Sinner's black spotted dress and a body fitting mesh beneath that for slug thrower rounds. Grabbing her gun belt she strapped on her twin Czerka machine pistols around her thighs along with two phrick fighting knives. And on her mantle she picked up her baby, the Czerka assault rifle. Grabbing a bandolier of ammo she slung that around her chest then placed the rifle sling over it. Afterwards she slipped into a pair of comfy tennis shoes and was ready to go. With her data logger in one hand and dart launcher in the other it was time to get to the surface.

Stepping out of the closet the five foot two Executive Assistant to the Red Ravens was dressed to kill. All she had to do now was wait on Jarven and get to stepping.

 

[Sin1]

Location: Market District
Objective: Rekindle the Red Raven Love/Get Tea
Allies, or People Around Me: A NPC Old Man/ [member="Tora Mirkew"]

​

Razer strutted down the walk-way, his pockets in his hand, and the thirsts for tea.​

Oh how that thirst haunted him so, he longed for the sweet, and bitter taste of the old man's tea. Romeo, and Felix had both showed him this place, and now that he had tasted it, he couldn't get enough of it.​

One of the many things he had missed in the Nether was the Tea. He had gone as far as to call it the Tea of the Force.​

The old man had denied the offer of being bought out, and turning into a big business, which had hurt Razer's feelings. Still the need for tea was strong in this one.​

He kept walking, aliens of all sorts on his left and right, going here to there.
Nar Shaddaa, where dreams died, and so did people.​

Funny..this was Black Sun territory..or was it?​

 

[Beowoof]

Location: Swurls for Gurls
Objective: Administer Red Raven tattoos (for free!)
Allies: All my customers

'Red' was doing what any self-respecting medic for a criminal empire would be doing at this time of day--working those ink needles!

The lethan twi'lek was quite obviously a connoisseur of body art and, interestingly, had acquired the skills necessary to inject marvelous decorations into one's skin. Half of her own tattoos had been done by herself. (Wherever she had learned her art was a mystery, but the mute, unlicensed doctor was a master of a few trades.)

Today, she wanted to treat everyone who stepped across the threshold of this fine but very trashy establishment with a very avian mark. Red Ravens! Pretty birds! It was not her shop, but she was borrowing it and taking good care of all the equipment. Well, mostly good care.

It was okay, though! The owner was probably alright with everything, being busy in the backroom and playing with the drugs Brevitæ had legitimately prescribed.

Seriously. Almost anything was legitimate on this moon.

 

[Tora Mirkew]

[member="Razer Sin"]

Out of hell five minutes.... and he wants tea. Wanted to slake his thirst... geez. Logic dictated they meet back up with the Ravens-report what had happened to them.

But NO Razer wanted tea... the logic baffled the mercenary. She couldn't comprehend the need for it.

"Sir"

She said in her usual, if slightly annoyed tone.

It just... made little sense to her, distraction by tea?

"The others need our help yes?"

Sometimes she felt more like a babysitter than a bodyguard.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: avoid landing for the time being
Location: aboard private yacht

While some of the Ravens were looking forward to the trip to Nar Shadda, not just for the opportunity to reclaim a massive part of the criminal backbone that made up Hutt Space, but also to take part on the many vices that were found at every turn on the dangerous planet, Tmoxin wanted no part of it.

If it was up to her, the Hapan would drop a bomb on the vile rock and just put it out of it's misery.

She listened to Ravens VP and resident sex-pot Twi'lek, Chiasa brief the organization on enemies they may be facing off against. From the safety and luxury of her private yacht, The Sovereign Butterfly of course. She had to sit quite still because a servant droid was presently painting her fingernails a tasteful burgundy shade.

She yawned and wondered if there was time for a nap in her feather bed before she landed. The Hapan Officer was in no hurry to land on one of the most repulsive planets in the galaxy even if it was a critical territory for the Ravens.

 

[The Upright Man]

[Cameo]
[Theme]

Frida's Spaceport Cantina. Where it all started. Nowadays the place was empty, with blaster scorches on every inch of the place. The room still smelt of singed carpet, and the carpet was stained in the blood of Ravens and Suns. The Upright Man moved eerily through the scene, a phantom of the past. Two hulking Herglics towered behind him, flanking him on either side. Ghostly music reverberated through his ears, and the sounds of belligerent drunks cackled. He knew it wasn't real, those were just memories. Memories long past. When the Ravens were just a motley crew; Sigourney Xanthius, Cambry Owens, Lenix Ornil, Isaac Ideus. God damn, he missed them all.

Upright took a seat, and was half-tempted to hit the tranquility shield as he had done a thousand times, or at least it felt that way. He turned his head, looking down a hallway that was lit by the dim streetlamp outside. Light exploded, neon reds and oranges and blues. There was an immense crowd, and all grew silent. The Black Sun posey had been invited for drinks, and a well tailored man walked down the hallway and out into the bar. Hell exploded, for he was dragging a Suns crime boss by his teeth, and then he did it. He put a crater sized hole through the mans head. That's how the war started.

Blasters and slugs were flying through the air. For every Raven that went down in a hail of fire and blade, five more Suns were gunned. Then all was darkness again, as the memory faded. The only reminder of that battle now was the acrid smoke of a deathstick. The one between his fingers, as he slowly dragged the deadly concoction from between the ventilation slits of his helmet.

Upright spoke aloud, as if to someone who wasn't there, "If you wanted to hear the real story, you spoke to me. If it wasn't for me, we all would have wound up in the trunk of somebodies speeder with a slug in our head. They even named me after a Hyper-route. Of course it doesn't come easy. You've got to have talent, and skill, and luck."

 

[Faye Terrik]

Location: Undercity Cantina
Objective: Intel Gathering.
Allies: Spicers, Junkies, Red Ravens.
Open to Assistance: Yes. Don't hesitate to bring a PC or NPC in.
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Faye had had quite the most hectic few weeks, traveling through bizarre otherworldly rifts, and then assisting the Primeval, a close Sith ally. Now, she was finally back home, where she began. Not just within the Red Ravens, but on her home planet, something she had little aspirations to do. When she first caught wind of the Red Raven's goals, Faye had made her way to the planet a few days earlier, hoping to reconnect with old friends.

A couple years and a rapture had passed, but it still was the same. Walking down the streets of the undercity brought unpleasantries to all of the human senses. The odor of trash and pollution was never lacking, only occasionally relieved by the scent of cigarras or the occasional spicer. Music that some would call 'degenerate' was often more present than not in the background of some shop or stoop. She had to readjust to these types of things, as she had been living in slightly more civilized planets, such as Coruscant. Still, she remembered her homeplanet and the sector which she lived in.

It would take her a minute to remember where exactly he lived, but she knew it was in the general area, assuming he hadn't moved or died. It was her old dealer. Surely, if someone knew of [member="La Mafioso"] 's organization, it would be a spice dealer. Faye never knew the inner workings of the business, but logically, everyone vaguely knew that the families held a grip somewhere in the infrastructure it traveled.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Location: Streets of Nar Shaddaa
Objective: Take out rival gang leaders
Allies: Whoever would like to help
Enemies: Froogs leader, Apex

Cryax Bane, President of the Red Ravens Criminal Syndicate was a huge proponent of anarchy. Unfortunately the Chiss crime boss wasn't exactly supportive of the kind of uncontrolled chaos that ruled the streets after the Great Disappearance. As expected, the galactic event caused the formerly Republic-owned planet of Nar Shaddaa to plunge deep into disarray. Planets with decaying metropolises like Nar Shaddaa were especially hit hard by roving upstart gangs. Bad apples gone rotten with new opportunities. Like the Red Ravens, for example. However, in order to seize their claim on Nar Shaddaa in its fragile state, the Antecedent crime syndicate needed to "neutralize" (such a fun euphemism) some of the more vicious gangs now running wild and unfettered. Like a wild dog ferreting out a rival alpha, Bane had his sights set on a the leader of a new gang that had popped up on the streets of Nar Shaddaa, a terrifying band of lost souls called the Froogs.

The leader of the Froogs was a nasty fellow named Apex LeDarge, a pure psychopath with a spring in his step for the love of what he called "ultra-violence." Bane's Infochants had placed Apex as last seen near the Refugee Sector. So off to the Refugee Sector, Cryax headed with a team of special operatives, organic and droid alike. He was going to show Apex and his Froogs, just how to sing in the rain, alright. The rain of their own bloody tears.