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

[Keira Priest]

Location: Streets of Nar Shaddaa, nowhere in particular
Objective: Scope things out, possibly locate any nearby Ravens
Allies: Red Ravens
Enemies: Everyone else

Almost like home. That was the sole thought that flashed through Keira's mind as she walked the streets of Nar Shaddaa, contemplating the planet that was, as far as she was aware, the one she'd been born on, Corellia. Of course, she liked to think that planet was a bit more respectable than this, despite it being a haven and often birthplace of a number of smugglers. This moon was a bit different, and very rough around the edges. It seemed the only individuals that resided here were criminals, not that it bothered her any. Antecedent was rife with much of the same, though on a more refined level. So long as no one got too close for comfort, she would be nearly relaxed, which wasn't saying much. But it was more than she could ask for lately.

Unlike most other situations, where her lightsaber was almost always concealed in this or that conveniently hidden pocket, the weapon that marked her a Force sensitive was displayed at her hip. If the Ravens were going to control the planet, keeping secrets from the people was no way to go about it, regardless of the attention it may have drawn to her in the process. So far she seemed to be doing an amiable job at keeping under the radar. Most of her similar experiences had ended in her catching the eye of this or that denizen that was looking to make a name for themselves by taking down a Jedi. Of course, it almost never ended in their favor, but when one lacked a critical number of brain cells they didn't spend much time considering the possible risks of the situation.

With a slow exhale she studied the surrounding area with searching tendrils of the Force in order to locate any places or peoples of interest. Nothing really stood out for her, and the pulse of malevolence from both Ravens and their rivals alike was nothing new to her senses. It was welcomed, if anything, and she let it feed her own willingness to eliminate any nuisances. These gangs would bend the knee one way or another, whether by force or diplomacy. And she was more than willing to educate them in the finer points of how the former functioned. It likely included losing more limbs than they had planned, but even she wouldn't resort to such excessive violence. Well, not unless they pushed her.

Let something happen, already.

 

[La Mafioso]

Location: Undercity
Objective: Kill [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] and the red ravens
Allies: None

The force dead hunter started it's escapade, he was to kill Chiasa and send a clear message to the Ravens that they were to leave this planet alone. It was a half baked plan at best, but as long as the beast was given the thrill of the hunt and credits to boot, he was content. So passing through steam filled alleys the nightmare contemplated how to best kill their prey. She was in orbit inside the Ranator star destroyer, he'd need to get the stealth fighter to get there. So walking through the Under city he eventually came upon a huddle of garbage he began to clear it off until a small asteroid was laying there about the size of a truck. It was his ticket in

[member="Razer Sin"] & [member="Tora Mirkew"]


The various crime families had their hired muscle practically crawling through the streets of Nar'Shadda waiting for the Raven assault to begin, perhaps over a hundred thousand strong and wanting to put blaster holes in anything they could. A group of five mercs outfitted with basic gear were walking down the street when they came across Razer and Tora. They were casually passing when one of them bumped into Razer's shoulder then turned to say something threatening only to recognize the man and mistake him for Romeo Sin the shadow king.

"Look what we have here boys." He said with a strange draw to his words.

The mercs turned around and soon they mistook him as Romeo as well.

"Well someone's not as dead as they should be. I think the one with would pay us pretty penny for you." The gang of men drew their weapons and threats were made.

"How about you come with us and we'll take good care of you both." The gangster who started the confrontation said rather grimly.

 

[Sin1]

[member="La Mafioso"]

Location: Market District
Objective: Get through the Thugs to get to the Tea.
Allies: [member="Tora Mirkew"]

Razer shook his head as Tora spoke. "They can handle themselves, besides....looks like someone needs to read more on the news.." He nodded at the thugs. "I'm not who you think I am guys...see that?" He pointed to the red in his hair. "Not him." He smiled to himself. "Tora..kill them. I want tea...I'll pay for yours too." He ushered his bodyguard forward. "Say hello to my little friend!" He smiled to himself at the pun from a old movie from long ago about gangsters. Tora was, after all, little compared to Razer's height. "BOOM BABY!"

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Red Raven Fleet.
Objective: Launch Red Raven assault
Allies: [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Foebacca"] [member="Razer Sin"]@ Brevitæ [member="Tora Mirkew"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="The Upright Man"] [member="Faye Terrik"]@ Cryax Bane

Patricia's patience for diplomacy was never really a strong one, she always really hated it and was more of an action oriented person. So that's why she took it upon herself to handle the invasion of Nar'Shadda and remove the leaders of this gang herself. If the other ravens wanted to play sit around the camp fire and give each other back rubs while they gathered intel that was fine, but Patricia was not about that action. And now she was going to turn this into a blow through operation. So logging onto her data logger she began to type up orders for the Stargo defense droids that they had been given through their lucrative contract with Stargo. It was a very simple order, take down anyone that's shooting at you with lethal intent. If a few civilians wanted to join the fray and attack the raven forces then they were going to have a very bad day.

The sounds of machines whirling cranked through the halls of the Ranator and other ships In the fleet and soon hundreds of meteor class droid drop pods were being shot towards the surface of the planet carrying Stargo made super clanker droids, war bugs, and plenty of the robotic soldiers frequently seen at the Dragon Palace casino. Patricia herself shot a message to [member="Jarven Zexxel"] and it read as such.

"Going to the ground, corillien section. Find my IFF tag, please be safe. Love Patricia." Sending the message she gave it a little kiss then loaded up in a drop pot herself.

Being shot out into space in a pressurized metal container isn't as fun as everyone thinks it is. Try to imagine the worlds greatest and highest roller coaster. Now imagine you get to the top and instead of seeing the ground a hundred or so yards down it's a dark enclosed space. So you are in your enclosed space and if the slightest thing goes wrong you die, now you go off the edge and your falling. Now take that roller coaster fall and times it by about a hundred, long story short it's not fun. Patricia's pod hit the city streets with a loud crunch of concrete and skidded along slightly. After coming to a stop the top hissed them popped off to let the blonde see what was going on.

All hell was breaking loose. Mafia mercenary squads were moving and droids were opening fire and being dropped like flies. Though that wasn't a surprise, the droids outnumbered the mercs and they were designed to swarm. It was time to fight. Patricia lifted her Czerka rifle and with a loud chatter of rounds started dropping mercs.

"This is Garter! We're on the ground!" She said as another droid drop pod slammed down next to her and war bugs began to pile out of it attacking and swarming mafia hitters and thugs.

 

[Tora Mirkew]

[member="La Mafioso"] [member="Razer Sin"]

"Roger"

Tora said with a roll of her eyes, as much as his comments annoyed her, and as much as his logic was likely to make them Bantha fonder, she did so enjoy a good fight, the ring of her foes clattering to the ground.... of her earning her pay-that part of the orde she very much liked.

She should have a long talk Razer though.... maybe with a rifle or something, those comments were quite unappealing to the mercaery... oh well.

"Do me a favor, die slowly"

Braindishing a Kalash Mk 74 the girl proceeded to, without prejudice turn her blaster on the gathered mercenaries, rapid fire after rapid fire.

Her need for a bit of excitement however did end in a shot in her side, namely due to her not killing the guy right off, though she fixed that with another volley.

When finished with her spray of shots she watched ad the pods fell from the sky.

It meant... Ravens were here. She turned back to Razer a singe hand pointing towards the droids and pods.

"Still planning on downing tea?"

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Objective: Follow that babe!
Allies: Ravens and [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
Enemies: [member="La Mafioso"]

While walking down the hallway, Jarven had suddenly been struck with a memory attack. This was his home planet. This is where..."it" had happened. His breathing quickened while his mind raced through all of the trauma. It was all scarring him again. His mind was trying to survive by locking it away, but since he was so close to Nar Shaddaa, he couldn't stop it. Patricia! I need her! My reason to live. My reason to live. My reason to live. Jarven didn't know how long that had lasted, but when it finally stopped, he found a message from Patricia. Reading through it, he kicked himself for not having gone with her sooner.

Jarven found out how she had left. A drop pod, eh? Well, two can play at that game! "I'm coming, Patricia!" yelled Jarven to no one in particular as he climbed into a drop pod. Jarven had planet dropped plenty of times before, so this would be no sweat...right? (epic foreshadowing)

Jarven got into the pod (which happened to be packed and outwardly equipped with droids), keyed for release, and was shot out into space. "AAAGGGHHH!!!" Bad idea! Bad idea! I hate this! I hate this!! I hate this!!! "AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!" Jarven's had never gone at this speed before. This was his first time, and he wasn't liking it AT ALL. Sure, he'd probably get more used to it in future tries, but he didn't feel like going through this again any time soon. The pod soon landed and the droids rushed out. A jittery Jarven slowly crawled his way out of the pod and stumbled out onto the ground. He caught himself before he could fall. "Phew!" He said before looking up and seeing Patricia. "Hey, hot stuff! You look like you're dressed to kill!" He came forward and gave her a hug. Seeing over his shoulder, he saw a black speeder.

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"No way!" Looking down, he kissed Patricia and said, "Hold on, babe! I have an idea!" He ran over to the speeder and checked the door. It was conveniently unlocked, but the key wasn't in the ignition. He started to hot wire the ride. When that was over, the speeder roared to life. "Hey, honey! Want a ride!?" He smacked the side of the speeder for emphasis and smiled his stupid grin.

 

[Reverance]

Location: Nar Shaddaa, The streets of the Undercity
Objective: Disperse the mobs
Allies: Only God can judge me...and God is dead. [member="Vrag"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=59g5R8rwqpY​

The dropship clamored through the streets, descending from orbit and riding the tide of violence in a swift entrance that received little to no conscientious resistance. That was fine, thought the Hand of the Dark Lord, he wasn't keen on the notion of making a scene. After all, for the most part, his interactions with the Red Ravens had been relatively low scale and hush hush. He wanted to keep it that way, connections of conduit and wire hidden beneath the rug and only the slither of carpet to give indications to the more nefarious prospects at work. He was a man of economy, a man of efficiency, and most of all, he was a man who could get things done. He had shown that on Barab I against the Black Suns and he would show that now, in the streets of the undercity.

The drop ship hovered thirty feet from the ground, circling, as the cockpit aimed itself towards the riots and groups collecting in dissension. The sound of orders echoed out, commands given by those who wielded the power.

::Disperse...or we will be forced to use lethal means!::

"If only..." Gabriel thought as he loaded salted rounds into Beaut and holstered it, arming himself with a grenade launcher, loaded with gas rounds for dispersal. He felt the vehicle shift as he watched through the window, the blast of a cocktail and fire slinging against metal. He banged on the hull and screamed to the pilot. "Open the damn door!" The metal slid open to reveal merely him standing in opposition, armor upon body and weapon in hand. Leaping out, he descended towards the ground and landed in a crouch. His first act of ending this rebellion was the butt end of the launcher, right in the face of an attacker, as he turned the gun around a pegged a runner directly in the back with a grenade. That'll hurt in the morning, he thought, behind the gaze of a smile. Gas began to leak out as he felt the barrel turn over, loading another round.

 

[La Mafioso]

Location: Sweaty Tony's Hutt Cuisine
Objective: Coordinate forces.


The mob families could hear the crashes of drop pots a few hundred yards away, they were safe here but perhaps not for very long. Regardless they needed to deal with this situation, and their combined resources weren't even enough to match the forces the ravens were throwing at them.

The grandfather sat in his comfy leather chair and began to rub his temples. This was a real pickle they found themselves in.

"We need to wait, the hunter will take out their leadership and the rest will crumble." The grandfather said in a barely audible whisper.

Fat Al took a bite of a cheeseburger and his neck rolls flopped a bit.

"I agree, we need to wait and see our forces can hold until we eliminate them." Fat Al said between labored breaths then took a shot of whiskey.

"We should be talkin to dem meng, before eets too late." Scar mug retorted and the mafia families were beginning to fray only a bit. The ravens needed to keep up the pressure or find them soon.

[member="Razer Sin"] & [member="Tora Mirkew"]

The mercenaries dropped in a hail of fire and blaster bolts from Razer's hired guns. They were simply too confident and too relaxed for her speed and they payed for it with their lives. All five hit the floor dead, but at that moment the assault happened. The Red Ravens hit the ground hard and droids started flooding the streets with blaster fire, luckily most of the civilians had gone indoors with mafia hit men on the streets and droids falling from the sky. But there was still plenty of action to be had.

A few squads of mercs came out the urban brush and began to open fire on Razer and Tora, along with any other droids that were in the area with them.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Nar'Shadda streets
Objective: Speed baby
Allies: [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Foebacca"] [member="Razer Sin"]@ Brevitæ [member="Tora Mirkew"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="The Upright Man"] [member="Faye Terrik"]@ Cryax Bane

Patricia shouldered her rifle and lifted it as she took cover behind a speeder. Focusing on her RCO she leveled the sights on a mafia hitter that was running across to cover into a bar of some kind. With a squeeze of the trigger she fired a few semi auto BANG slugs at him and painted a picture of green Rodian blood on the bar's windows behind him. Shifting over she took another shot and dropped a merc between the eyes and was feeling rather good about it. Then Jarven of all people clambered out of damn droid pod, that was designed for droids not humans. But he had managed to squeeze in there and somehow not die. He really cared, it was kind if sweet in a crazy put your own life on the line kind of way. But she ran up to him and kissed her and it felt good, she returned the kiss and smiled at him. A found flew over their heads and she quickly turned and opened fire on the bastard who did it, plugging him with a few rounds.

"I love you." She said in a casual manner and smiled at him.

"You've just been upgraded to boyfriend." She giggled then watched him go and grab the speeder to offer her a ride. Of course she accepted.

Hopping in Patricia clambered in the vehicle and soon they took off. Coming up behind them were a few speeders being driven by mob trouble shooters. She proceeded to open the window and yell over the wind.

"WHERE ARE WE GOING?!" She then poked her head out of the window with her rifle and started to fire a few three round bursts of rifle fire at the three incoming speeders.

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Location: The Corellian Sector
Objective: Kill the grunts
Allies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
Enemies: @Le Mafioso

Then:
I've been upgraded...I'm a boyfriend!...SHE LOVES ME!!!

Now:
"I'd say we're going crazy, but we're already there!" said Jarven as he drove. "Get ready to 360! Remember: Chiasa said to keep a kill count!" He cut the rear thrusters and kept the ventral repulsors strong so that he could jerk the wheel and spin the speeder. When he was facing the mafia speeders, which started to catch up, he had pulled out a heavy frag and now he chucked it at the ground in between the two lead cars. He had previously made sure that his grenades were set to explode on contact, so the explosion soon rocked the sides of both speeders, causing the drivers to panic and create a chain accident for the 4 other speeders behind them. All 6 speeders soon piled up and secondary explosives started to go off. He righted the speeder and turned the thrusters back on.

He flashed Patricia a winning smile and said, "Let's assume there were 4 people in each speeder. 24!" He spotted a line of mafia taking cover behind various obstructions along a street sidewalk. "Your turn!" He turned quickly down that street and went vertical. He then went horizontal to the wall above the street and tried to slow down so that Patricia could easily pick off all the exposed and surprised mafia.

 

[Vrag]

Location: Nar Shaddaa; Undercity
Objective: Disperse the mobs
Allies: [member="Reverance"], apparently.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kTsU6WRqprg&list=PLoLjrs82kUXWX_EIgDprRRjL7GAf4hrzP​

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To say that she felt… obliged to help would be foolish. She knew no obligation or duty, not because she was Sith — though that helped in part — but because she was Vrag, and had been that way long before joining the order. Still, she knew having allies was important when waging wars, and that is all that they seemed to do these days. Allies didn't stay allies for long if you didn't stick to your part of the deal, however, and as such it felt only appropriate to step in and dole out some public order, Sith style.

Who better to gatecrash a party with than Reverance?

Well, there were probably some pretenders to that position, but the Knight was already too busy jumping after the one-eyed man to compile that list. The name that did come to mind was [member="Matsu Xiangu"], of course, if only because the woman was kinder on the eyes while covered in blood and gore. That said, her current companion wasn't all that far behind, and Vrag was quite eager to see how 'the butcher look' worked for the Vong King.

It was a crime, not being able to whip out her flamethrower right away, but they were supposed to try and stop the rebellion without lethal force. How the Ravens had thought that would work in combination with two mass murderers was a question for another day, because the mob around them certainly didn't share their forced inhibitions.

The woman unceremoniously flipped a charging attacker, sending him flying over her shoulder and into the crowd behind her. Much like the man at her back, Vrag chucked a canister of tear gas into the advancing throng, grinning behind her darkened visor as the cries started. No killing? Fine, she would comply, but it didn't mean she couldn't have fun regardless. Plate gauntlets had a nasty tendency to leave broken bones and bruising in their wake, and the firrerreo was never one to skimp or hold back.

 

[Milligan Praetor]

Location: Streets of Nar Shaddaa
Objective: hunt down the four crime families.
Allies: Red Ravens

Milligan was leaning on a durasteel wall when he spotted @ToraMirkew and @RazerSin. They looked like they were being hassled by thugs. He strided over to them and his hand fell to the hilt of his vibro-sword. "Having trouble?" He asked. He saw the bodies of the thugs slumped onto the ground and looked up to see Droid pods whistling down from the sky.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Corellian section streets
Objective: remove mafia presence
Allies: [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Foebacca"] [member="Razer Sin"]@ Brevitæ [member="Tora Mirkew"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="The Upright Man"] [member="Faye Terrik"]@ Cryax Bane

With a loud boom Patricia quickly tucked herself back into the cabin of the speeder so that shrapnel wouldn't be killing her anytime soon. The loud chain of explosions kept going off as the speeders tumbled to the ground, it was a pretty impressive sight. Looking over to Jarven she smiled and shook her head at him for keeping a kill count, not because it seemed wrong but because he was winning. Patricia was at a solid six right now and she needed to catch up.

"Now that's just not fair." She said to him in a joking manner.

Popping out the magazine of Czerka BANG slugs, she loaded up a fresh thirty round mag of BASIC slugs and slammed the clip into the magazine well. Tugging it to make sure the clip was seated properly she cocked back the rifle to chamber the round, then it was time to rock. Popping her head out the window she began to target enemy operatives through her sights and went to work. With a chatter of burst fire she dropped a few mercenary forces and kept up the assault as they drove by.

"We need to capture a lieutenant!! Get some info out of them!" She yelled to Jarven and let out another few bursts of rifle fire to take out the enemy.

 

[Reverance]

Location: Nar Shaddaa, The streets of the Undercity
Objective: Disperse the mobs
Allies: [member="Vrag"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixZDTiXiHsc​

They were getting a reputation, these two, for sorting out difficult situations with a sort of pizzazz and style. That style typically involved gruesome gore and fire, but it was still style. Don't argue it, just accept it. As the canister pegged the runner, the streets began to fill with tear gas that worked in tandem with the weapon that Vrag was using. Odd, he thought, this would have been the perfect opportunity for a fear inducing whip and the crack of it upon running back. He felt the gas hit his face like a warm embrace, sort of soothing and nostalgic of a time long past. Before Gabriel had been fully accepted into the folds of Sith teaching, he was a mercenary and quite good at it. Ancient history, but history nonetheless. During that time period, he was trained do deal with chemical and biological warfare. Working in enclosed facilities with tear gas, using mace like seasoning on food, he seemed to be nearly un-phased by the weapon.

And yet, he felt this odd sort of sense, as if he was working against the typical tide of his influence. One planet, he is starting riots and in the next, he is breaking them down. Not that he would mind, he was flexible like that. Maybe not Vahl levels of flexible, but close enough. He felt the crack of a wood post against his armor, hardly shifting against the force, as at broke and blasted behind him. Grabbing the collar of a nameless rioter, he slung his head forward and broke their face in, the imprint of their teeth hardly making a dent against his skull. He coupled it with a kick to the groin, followed by a right handed punch, sending the person to the ground swiftly. Aiming the grenade launcher, he fired another three rounds in succession, the barrel rotating with each pull of the trigger, as he pegged two individuals in a row and bounced a grenade off a building.

Emptying the grenade chamber, and having not brought any more ammo for the weapon, he tossed the weapon to the wayside and approached Vrag, Beaut in hand. He was learning to admire her sort of dedication, a work integrity, that seeped into everything she did. And while she exuded a sort of ruggedness and hardness through blackened armor, he had seen that there was more to it. On Redoubt, he caught a glimpse of it, however fleeting it may have been. What it was, he couldn't quite place it, but it would eventually reveal itself once more, for the examining. Checking the chamber rounds, the aimed the barrel and pelted a rioter with rock salt before taking the handle to the face of another combatant. Falling to the ground, just behind [member="Vrag"], he lifted himself from the unconscious and scratched his chest, just where the plated armor parted and lotek'k straps crossed the pectorals. He picked at his crimson eye, the mixing of sweat and tears from the gas a mere mild irritant.

"We've been ordered to cause as few casualties as possible, but a few is far and away from none..." He looked down to the rioter, currently grasping at his chest from the rock salt, and unloaded two more rounds from the barrel. He stopped moving after that and Gabriel loaded more rounds. "We'll need to chase them down the streets, keep pushing them into the alleys, and move them away from the main thoroughfare."

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: Meet with Casino Owners on DPC expansion
Location: Nar Shaddaa Promenade
Allies: [member="Brevitæ"]

Tmoxin finally pried herself away from her comfortable bed on The Sovereign Butterfly and got ready to join the Ravens on their pilgrimage to Nar Shaddaa. When on the galaxy's crime mecca planet, dress as the pilgrims do, she thought, selecting a plunging dress made of sequins and teasing her light brown hair up high:

Spoiler

Even though the Hapan Sergeant at Arms was technically a crime lord, she didn't relish the idea of mingling among them. So Tmoxin took it upon herself to visit the Promenade, one of the safest areas on Nar Shaddaa so she could have a drink, gamble, dance and meet with some of the local casino owners to discuss expansion of the Dragon Palace Casino.

She left the public docking bay near the Promenade and walked the streets of Nar Shaddaa. She was armed but her weapons were out of sight - one blaster was in her clutch handbag and the other strapped to her thigh with a garter. She kept her gaze ahead and ignored catcalls and insults from unsavory street folk.

Before she made her way to the Golden Nautolan an interesting storefront caught her eye with a sign that said Free Tattoos for Red Ravens. While she wasn't sure she wanted to be inked up she would at least go into Swurls for Gurls to entertain the idea.

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Location: Corellian Sector
Objective: Shoot 'em up, gangsta' style. Find a lieutenant.
Allies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] and Ravens
Enemies: The mafia that make up the " 'em" part of "shoot 'em up"

As Jarven righted the speeder properly over the actual street, he looked down and noticed the plethora of buttons and levers on the dashboard. This isn't normal factory settings. What are all of these extras here for? Jarven experimented with a lever by slowly pulling it down. A trail of green smoke started to pour out of the back. He yanked it down harder and a large billow of smoke shot out of the pipes. The street behind him were soon filled with green smoke and coughing and fainting mafia. "Sweet!" He eagerly pressed another button and, starting from the back, metal plating started to cover the majority of the windows, leaving small shooting and peep holes. Seeing Patricia hanging partway out of the window, he saw that the metal would catch her.

"Hey!" he yelled as he lunged forward and pulled her back towards him. The window soon slammed into it's defensive position, close to clamping down on her. "Woah!" He looked back at the road and yelped as he had to power slide around a sharp corner. The speeder spun until it stopped perfectly in a parking spot. His elbow bumped something and the speeder quieted down and the lights turned off. "Stealth Mode?" A bunch of mafia and some mafia speeders soon chased down the street they had previously been going down. The mafia missed their car and passed by. Jarven's attention was soon caught by the sight of a big, red button. "Ooo...I wonder what this---ow! I was kidding! Just kidding." said Jarven as he pretended to reach out to it, only to have it smacked by Patricia.

"We need to capture a lieutenant!! Get some info out of them!" She yelled to Jarven

"Okay, okay..." Said Jarven as he righted the systems and started driving again.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Location: Refugee Sector
Objective: Take out the Froogs
Allies: Red Ravens
Enemies: Froogs leader, Apex

Steam rose from sewer grates around the tents and makeshift shelters that littered every crack and crevice of the Refugee Sector. The smells of cooking food and unwashed bodies lingered unpleasantly in the air. Understandably, the numbers of the displaced in the sector had thickened considerably since the rapture. There were so many children left orphaned, their parents nowhere to be found. As Cryax and his team of Red Ravens and droids moved through the dingy streets, the poor souls cowered and scurried out his way. Perhaps it was his team of Verpine mercenaries that inspired fear in the refugees or just the simple fact that he looked and carried himself through the streets like a crime boss.

As his glowing red eyes flashed across the sector for any sign of Apex and his Froogs, Cryax stopped in front of a pair of adolescent Roonians who were obviously brother and sister. They were huddled together in front of a meager plate of rations. Ordering his teams to scan the area ahead of him, he stooped down to face their wary gazes. The Roonian siblings reminded him of his own brother and sister, twins, who were among the missing. Cryax reached into the pocket of his armored suit jacket and pulled out a credit stick, handing it to the kids, then without a word, he sprang to his feet and joined his team in the continued search for his targets.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Corellian section streets
Objective: remove mafia presence
Allies: [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Foebacca"] [member="Razer Sin"]@ Brevitæ [member="Tora Mirkew"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="The Upright Man"] [member="Faye Terrik"]@ Cryax Bane


Patricia rolled her eyes at Jarven and sighed audibly, but a sweet smile still touched the corners of her mouth when she looked at him. After all it was rule number one to never push the big red button unless it's the last resort. Looking out through the peep holes she could see the battle was still going on, dozens and dozens of droids were sweeping the streets. Super clanker battle droids mowed down entire squads of criminal gangsters in barrages of fire. The battle wasn't going to last much longer but it was still best to remove their leadership from this planet so they would not be a threat in the future. Or at least a mild annoyance.

Popping out a spent mag she loaded a new batch of bang slugs into the well and chambered a fresh round. They had to do something fast or this wasn't going to be a smooth occupation whatsoever. Relaxing her head back against the comfy leather seat she got to thinking about what exactly could be done.

"Let's swing back around, and find ourselves a high ranking official." She leaned up to Jarven and kissed his bearded cheek.

"Hey, about earlier. I just wanted to tell you that I meant it. And I want to be with you." She smiled sweetly and took one hand off her rifle and then intertwined the fingers of their hands as she held his.

 

[La Mafioso]

Location: Sweaty Tony's Hutt Cuisine
Objective: Panic

This was not good, at all. The Ravens were playing through their troops harder than a shiv puncturing a Rodian's sternum. The crime families were starting to feel the heat now and it was time to perhaps make a deal with the Ravens. Well that's what a few of them were thinking at least.

"We've got to hold out a bit longer. We can do this." Said the grandfather.

Big fat al remained silent and underneath the table he pulled out his communicator pad to start texting a message to the woman [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] to save his own skin. The message read as so

-Willing to make a deal, my safety and a position in the ravens for the rest of the leadership.- he quickly sent the message and looked back up.

"Of course we can do this, just a bit longer." Big fat al said between labored breaths.

The other two remained silent and began to have doubts of their own.

ORBIT

A single asteroid flew past the Ranator, small and compact flying in under the radar and seining like a standard piece of space junk. And as the rock passed the bridge a compartment opened and soon the Yuuzhan Vong hunter and his pressurized mask entered the vacuum of space. Falling low the heretic Vong locked on to the sides of the ship and began to quickly crawl his way through a garbage shoot. He was almost in the Ranator. Nearing his target and prey.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Location: Still in Orbit
Objective: Crack the Patriarchs
Allies: Ravens
Enemies: [member="La Mafioso"]

Oh look, a holotext from one of the patriarchs. What a surprise. One perfectly manicure hand rose to cover a slight smile, and amusement danced in her eyes. This was too easy. People were so predictable, they never thought enough moves ahead. Deft fingers sent a quick reply.

...Incoming Trasmission//
To: Big Fat Al
From: Chiasa Kritivaas

Mm, sorry, that would cut into my profits too heavily, plus someone has to bleed for the bullets sent our way. One of you gets to walk away, with a position of power on Nar Shaddaa. I haven't decided which one yet. Whoever is most useful I suppose! Ta

//end transmission...

That should do it. It also suggested ever so subtly that someone else had contacted her and was being considered as well. Oh how she loved these games!

She looked up at [member="Foebacca"] grinning.

"Sounds like our little mobster friends are starting to sweat!"