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

[La Mafioso]

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
Location: Sweaty Tony's Hutt Cuisine
Objective: Sell out

Big Fat Al began to sweat bullets, and it was only partially to the chronic obesity that he suffered from. Taking another bite of a cheeseburger he was all but scarfing food down at the woman's text. He was too dumb to catch on to the subtle hint that someone else had texted her, but it was now time to save his own fat butt. So looking back down at his messager he began to type up a new one and send it Chiasa's way.

"Okay okay, safety for me, and a position of power in the Ravens for only myself. I will give you our location just make good on this deal and I will give you everything." The text was sent and the other crime bosses kept looking out at the map of their forces. They were holding for now, but not for long.

RANATOR IN ORBIT

Once inside the hunter rested up against a grate and with a few clicks of a device a personal cloaking device snapped on and the hunter blended with the grey walls of the ship. Sliding out he began to pace the halls looking for the woman.

He would find her, and when he did he would either kill her or die trying. He lived for the hunt and this force dead being would stop at nothing

 

[Foebacca]

Location: Next to Chiasa
Objective: Capture the Assasinn for sale on the market.
Allies: [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] , Ravens
Enemies: mob, assasin.

Foebacca did the all too familiar 'Wookie Laugh' and placed his hands on what he named 'The Reaper'. Yeah the idiots down on the planet fighting the Ravens wanted to live but they probably wouldn't. If Foehammer had a say NONE of the families would survive. As the assasin made his way towards the bridge Foehammer readied for the coming fight. He knew the families would send someone after the Ravens it only made sense. Thats what he would have done.

"You know if we don't get down there we can't kill anything right?"



[member="Vrag"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="La Mafioso"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Location: Still in Orbit
Objective: Crack the Patriarchs, go down so [member="Foebacca"] can kill something
Allies: Ravens
Enemies: [member="La Mafioso"]

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

Agreed. You know the situation on the ground and your contacts will be useful. In addition you can help end similar impasses, as your existence proves we keep our word. Send the coordinates and the deal is done.

//end transmission...

"Surely you didn't think I'd keep you from having any fun?"

The Twi'lek winked at the Wookiee.

"We were just waiting for the big fish, catch me a shark."

Her grin was absolutely predatory. This was her planet now, her place. Nothing would stop the Red Ravens.

"Let's go."

As they moved towards the waiting shuttle, One suddenly turned, finely tuned receptors in its bulbous eyes whirring. It opened it's canine mouth and it's systems went dark as it emitted it's sonic bark at deadly frequencies.

"Oh look, they sent us a friend."

Chiasa snapped a picture of the downed assassin, and sent it to Scar Mug. He may not have ordered the hit, but he'd been rather rude, and ought to know who he was dealing with.

Two moved into defensive position in front of the Twi'lek.

"I promised you sharks, but maybe start with a pirhana?"

Chiasa commented, stepping back away from the assassin who was already starting to move and looking both very angry and very dangerous and glancing at [member="Foebacca"].

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Location: Corellian Sector
Objective: Bag us a Biggie.
Allies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
Enemies: Mafia and [member="La Mafioso"]

Jarven's heart swelled with love and pride at the news from Patricia's lips. He jerked his eyes back to the road. Nuh, uh. Not again. He pressed the obvious "auto pilot" light, let the ship take control, and he embraced Patricia, giving her a deep kiss. Gunfire and small missiles blew up and shot past the air around their speeder. It was a wonderful firework display for a wonderful moment. For some reason or another (Who knows?...), Jarven got a brilliant idea. He broke the kiss suddenly and said, "Hold on! I just thought of something!" He started to look through the buttons until he saw one labeled "HQ". This is a good of a try as any...

He pressed the button and the light above it turned on. Communicator white noise sounded across the channel. As it cleared up, he could hear the faint voices of three men and the noisy sounds of eating in the background. A microphone flipped up towards him, so he covered it. Whispering to Patricia, he said, "I have a sneaky idea." Uncovering the mike, he said in a big and dumb brute accent, "Ay, uh, Boss! Uh, ay, it's me! Flatfoot Johnson! Ay, uh, I got 'dis blond Raven broad wearin' some kinda' fancy, important-lookin' armor on. I'd question 'er, but they shot Tony! Should I take her to youse! What'do I do, Boss?" [member="La Mafioso"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

Location: Refugee Sector
Objective: Kill Apex and his Froogs
Allies: Red Ravens
Enemies: Froogs

After scouring seven levels of the Refugee Sector, Cryax was beginning to think that his infochants were wrong about the location of the Froog leader. Then he heard a high-pitched laugh that chilled him to the bone. With a hand he signaled for his team to hang back while he silently moved ahead and peered around the back of a soup kitchen tent. There was Apex, in his unmistakable white jumpsuit and black bowler hat, false eyelash hanging over one eye, viciously beating a Rodian civilian refugee with a walking stick. A menacing cackle escaped the gang leader's lips as he delighted in his ruin of the poor alien. "Oh bliss! Such lovely, lovely blood!" he exclaimed as he swung his walking stick over his head, bringing it down on the Rodian's tender skull. The alien man's brains leaked out onto the ground like jelly.

Cryax noted the joy of killing a helpless innocent dancing in Apex's eyes as the Rodian lay on the ground unmoving. Such a flippant disregard for life. Apex was going down.

Some other Froogs stood by laughing, their heads whipping around in search of their next victim. One of them spotted Cryax and pointed. "Ho ho ho! Chiss!" shouted the Froog minion. "Whatchoo doing over there? You want sum of this too?"

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: Gamble, drink, have fun
Location: Nar Shaddaa Promenade

Tmoxin didn't really expect to get a tattoo on Nar Shaddaa but it just seemed like the thing to do so she went with it. It was very un-Hapan like but she had recently left her stuffy, proper life on Hapes behind her for her new life of crime. Besides her brother, Dr. Temi could laser it off later if she grew tired of it.

Spoiler

She tied her hair back so her new raven tattoo would be on display and made her way to the Golden Nautolan. She made arrangements through some initial Raven connections to meet with the Casino owner but after waiting an hour, he appeared to have stood her up. Now determined to have a good time no matter what, she ordered a Pink Nebula and entered a high-rolling sabacc tournament.

Hopefully Cryax Bane and none of the other Raven leaders would find out she really hadn't contributed at all to this little trip, she thought. She subtly winked at a wealthy businessman across the sabacc table and another Pink Nebula suddenly appeared in front of her.

 

[Sin1]

Enemy: [member="La Mafioso"]
Allie: [member="Tora Mirkew"]
Objective: Tea

Razer was returning with some tea as he watched the fight end in a blaze of glory, and felt no remorse for the thugs. As his bodyguard spoke to him, Razer shook his head yes. "I am still going to down tea...here's yours." He handed over a cup. He looked up as he watched the pods drop. Ravens really wanted this place. "So much chaos, so little time." He sipped on his tea.
Then more came, more random thugs, wanting to stop Razer from enjoying his tea, and living a somewhat peaceful life. "I dont know where they come from...but can you send them back please? Tora?" He smiled and leaned back, sipping a little more tea. "You are, after the best at what I hired you for."

 

[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


Blasters and bombs were going off in hues of red and blue, bright explosions of sparks cascaded outwards showering down on the vehicle while the two kisses in the cabin of the bootlegger speeder. It was breathtaking and every bone in her body told her that this felt right. Kissing him felt right, and she only wanted more of it. A mafia trouble shooter screamed and rolled over the hood of the speeder leaving a few streaks of red on the windshield. Keeping the kiss going Patricia still had her eyes closed and without any effort flicked on the window wipers to smear the blood off the windshield with a few squirts of cleaning fluid. It was a really tender moment.

But when the kiss broke she sat back in her seat and was smiling sweeter than an Atrisian school girl, it was the kind of smile that could be brought on by a mouth of warm chocolate chip cookies while watching a puppy wrestle it's way out of sock on Christmas morning all at once.

Then she sat back and listened to her new boyfriend talk in a really crappy accent that was pretty hilarious to listen to. Holding back a laugh she began to snicker softly keeping it away from the mic. So she kept herself occupied, she leaned her head onto Jarven 'a shoulder and watched the metaphorical fireworks with him as the cruised down the street.

 

[Tora Mirkew]

[member="Razer Sin"]

"I'll drink after the job sir"

Least she was able to do her job, a fact thatmade enduring Razer worth it, for now. If nothing else he was constantly getting shot at. This made her pay well, as well as contributing to her families over all name, a fact she enjoyed.

"Right, death spread it is"

This time however, she coordinated with the droids for her slaughter, they were hunting them anyway. Shot after shot would ran into the fray.

She did so love this lifestyle.

 

[Foebacca]

Location: Star destroyer
Objective: Capture a payday
Allies: [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] and The Ravens
Enemies: [member="La Mafioso"]

Foehammer laughed again as Chiasa mentioned the shark. Obvioisly she wouldn't keep her new found meat shield from his happyness, after all a happy wookie doesn't look for employnent elsewhere. As they walked and the little robo doggy caught wind of the hunter he stepped out of the way of the sonic bark just as it went off. Soon as the vong went down and the cloak dropped Foebacca saw it. There was a single growl of apreciation as he saw that it was indeed a Vong. He had watched these...things fight before. Of course he steared clear of them when they were allies. He had an idea. Remembering he had read somewhere on the holonet that someone was looking to aquire one of these beings Foehammer got an idea. He would capture it and sell it. Time to make some credits.


Foehammer unslung "The Reaper" and set it on the ground the backback went off his back as well. In this fight he would need mobility not hampering. As Foehammer stepped forward the Vong stood and screeched it's fury at the Twi'lek. "Hey! Huttchit. You want the pretty lady? Advance twards me brethren. " With that Foehammer took a slightly boxer like stance before the Vong charged. As they clashed blows connected with bodies and chins. The vong was a hunter but not clever enough to not punch a durasteel chest plate. As it's hand shatterd Foebacca wrapped his burly arms around the assasin in a rear naked choke and squeezed with all he could. In a matter of 15 seconds the vong was unconcious. Foebacca released the Hunter and stripped it of all possesions before haveing security personel restrain it and put it in a cell.


[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Razer Sin"]

 

[La Mafioso]

Location: Sweaty Tony's Hutt Cuisine
Objective: Sell out

Big Fat Al looked at his comrades who sat around the table with him, it was him or them. And he wasn't about to risk not going home to see his big fat wife or his big fat children. No, big fat all was going to live to sweat profusely another day. So he looked down at his data pad and texted Chiasa the exact coordinates of their position, Sweaty Tony's Hutt Cuisine. It was done, he traded his life for theirs and it was time to put an end to this.

However Scar mug got a picture of their assassin being disrupted, he wasn't dead but there was a chance he could still take down Chiasa and company. Scar mug quickly shared this news and soon the room was getting cold with tension, big fat al just ate another hot dog and waited. But they starred getting a call from one of theirs [member="Jarven Zexxel"], things were so intense at the moment they simply put the call on hold, giving an open source to their signal that could be traced.

 

[Beowoof]

Location: Swurls for Gurls
Objective: Ink [member="Tmoxin Temi"] up!
Allies: Tmoxin and those people who are not Black Sun

She had routinely checked up on the store owner (as all good doctors do) and found her to be in a satisfactory state of butterflies and rainbows. She was having a good time so far, and Brevitæ was certainly not going to interrupt that! So she had plenty of time to etch more skin and send the flocks of people out into the streets. Eventually the Black Sun goons would probably notice a heavy influx of people 'marked' by the Ravens and realize that they were no longer the majority. It would severely cripple their morale and the Ravens would likely have no problem taking over this district.

Of course, this plan required a lot more tattoo artists than just one crazy twi'lek. Though she could get a good fifty or one hundred nice-looking birds in on a good day.

The lethan rubbed her hands eagerly as the next customer sauntered into Swurls for Gurls and immediately offered a seat for the young woman. Hi, I'm Red! she had written on the palm of one hand. She held up the other with the message: Do you want your Raven big, bigger, or extra big?

She was not one for subtlety when it came to tattoos. But her customers could always choose another option. She was versatile, at least.

 

[Milligan Praetor]

Milligan brought up his scanner to find [member="Cryax Bane"] and found that he was confronting the frogs and their leader Apex. He sprinted as fast as his bionic legs could go and 7 pirates closed in on his tail. He pulled out his blaster carbine and 4 of them were lifeless husks with pools of blood surrounding them. He drew his sword to eviscerate one of them, cut the leader's rifle in half, and then decapacitate the remaining gang member. The leader threw a weak punch towards Milligan who quickly ducked and socked him in the jaw, he then impaled him and sprinted towards [member="Cryax Bane"] and Apex

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Location: Corellian Sector, closing in on the Pizza The Hutt restaurant (or wherever the mob bosses are )
Objective: Hi'tum, Harter, Indagroyne
Allies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Cryax Bane"] and Ravens
Enemies: [member="La Mafioso"]

Jarven's act was cut short by the automated voice telling him that he was on hold. Conveniently, their location was displayed on the Holo screen. "Hold on, babe. We're going in. Next stop, Bad Guy Palace." He gunned the accelerator and took off down the street en route to the destination. When they got there, he turned off the car and quickly jumped out. He jump tumbled over the top of the parked speeder (his ACPs on his legs and his shotgun across the base of his spine) before Patricia could get out and cordially opened her door for her. Slightly dizzy from the spontaneous acrobatics, he said, "Mi'lady?"

When she stepped out of the car, he took her hand and helped her out, slamming the car door shut when she was clear. They then held hands and swung their arms while walking carefree until they got up to the front door. Then, they broke from their hold and grabbed their guns when they saw a man in a nice uniform and a cooking apron come to lock the front door. Shocked by their presence, he tried to grab, shut, and lock the doors. Jarven outpowered him, yanked the door open, and pulled the man up to him, face to face. Jarven said, "Have you ever danced with the Devil in the pale moonlight?" Scared witless, the restaurant worker shook his head furiously. "Good. Don't do drugs, man. Not even once." He tossed the man to the side, looked at him, and put a finger up to his lips. The man ran away as if Batman was chasing him. Turning to Patricia's confused face, he said, "What?"

Inside, Jarven walked around. He passed by a lights maintenance door and came to a large, grand stairwell expanse that led down into a rather large, ornate banquet hall. Down in the hall were a large number of mafia grunts milling about and what could be assumed as the 4 main mafia headmen. He then spotted a certain, tall, bulky figure...You... Jarven turned to Patricia and spoke in a darkened tone and a snarl in his voice. "Hide." He ran over to the door, opened it, and tossed his last heavy frag into the room. Running to the railing and turning off his eye lights, he tossed his two inferno grenades to the left and right sides of the hall. He jumped up and slid down the railing just as the lights went out and the grenades went off. Utter chaos ensued. Grunts had seen the figure on the railing and had started to fire at him, but they had bad sight on him. He was shadow to them. He jumped off of the railing and started sprinting across table tops, firing both ACPs, passing by grunts who, trying to adjust their aim, ended up shooting other mafia. Watching their own friends get shot by other mafia, the rest of the mafia grunts opened fire on each other.

Running at Scar Mug, who had pulled out an E-11 blaster rifle, he aimed both ACPs at him and opened fire. Caught unaware, the gangster went down firing his weapon into the air. Dropping both guns, whose magazines he'd spent, he did a side flip over That Guy's head and quickly snap kicked the back of the guy's neck. He jumped back onto the table and found that The Godfather had sat casually back down. "Giving up, old---?" The Godfather pulled a Boonta Blaster on him and started unloading into Jarven's chest at medium-short range. His body shook with the impacts, but he couldn't feel the pain, only the hatred and determination. He fell off of the table and landed on his back. Quickly scurrying up, he ran forward on all fours and lunged for The Godfather's midsection.

When he reached his seat, he shoved The Godfather chair. The chair toppled over and Jarven jumped on top of The Godfather, shotgun in hand. He pointed the barrel at his heart and blew out his chest. He let the momentum carry into his backflip and he landed on the table. All was silent, except for the roar of fire and the whimpering of the 4th mob boss. He walked over the tables to stand in front of Big Fat Al. "...We had a deal!...We had a deal!...Don't...Don't kill me! Please!! I gave you what you wanted! Pleeeaaase..." He broke down into a bunch of sobs and neck rolls. Jarven sauntered up to him. "Why, of course. The Ravens, of whom you made a deal with, will keep up their end of the bargain." A glimmer of hope twinkled in the mob boss' eyes and a faint smile touched his lips. Jarven lunged down and grabbed the man by his neck fat. His eyes glowed once more and he snarled in the man's face. "You have feasted off of the decadence of this world for far too long! This planet's under new management and I'm here to pull off the fattest leaches!"

With that, he extended his vamblades, which instantly pierced fat, and with a flourish, he cut the length of his neck open. He stood up and stood back as the fat and blood poured in equal mixture from his neck. Satisfied with his work, he turned to walk away. A large figure popped out from the edge of the table, grabbed Jarven's ankle, and flung him towards another set of stairs. Jarven sized up his opponent: A 6'8" armored male humanoid with a vibro saw. Jarven studied the surroundings: The fire sprinkler system had turned on, stairs, stairwell structure behind him, glass opening in ceiling, glass chandelier below that. As the figure pulled out his vibro saw, Jarven bolted up the stairs. He cursed himself silently for choosing style over his jet pack. "Where ya' goin', Jarven! Don't you miss your family!" He buzzed the saw menacingly. Jarven whipped open the door and ran up the stairwell. The other man was hot on his tail. Jarven burst through the door. Time slowed down.

He saw the water pipe hanging above him, so without hesitation, he jumped up and grabbed it. The other man burst into the room behind him. He did a full swing on the bar and kicked him in the back. The kick brought his momentum to a jarring halt. The armored figure tried to stop himself and started balancing precariously in front of the colored glass. "Yyyarrrgh!!!" Jarven tackled the man and they both crashed through the glass. They fell and fell...until he felt the man beneath him become stabbed upon multiple chandelier spikes. The man below him reached up and started to choke Jarven. He extended his vamblades and started to stab the man in the stomach for each name he spoke.

"This is for Jax! This is for Zac! For Elise! For Alistar! Braum! Darius! Draven! Garen! Graves! Jayce! Lee! Olaf! Sion! Talon! Varus! Vlad! Xin! Yorick! ZEEEEEEED!!!!!!" He pulled off his Neuronic Whip and started to wrap one end around the chandelier. He then wrapped the other end around the man's neck. "You killed my family and you left me this! Now take it back to hell with you!" He used his own body weight and strength and pulled him over the side. Gravity did the rest of the work on the man's neck. A loud CRUNCH sounded in the darkness...and then silence.

Jarven was breathing heavily. He was too strung out to think about anything...until he realized how far up he was. No matter. I can hang aro...ooooohhhh....Jarven realized that he had suffered damage...and a lot of it. It stole the energy from his body and he could do nothing but fall. And fall he did. He felt weightless. And then he felt more pain than he had ever before felt in his life. He couldn't think. All was silent. The water from the sprinkler system rained down upon him and he twitched every time the cold drops smacked his face. He heard himself speak, but he didn't know if it was him. He couldn't focus. One thought entered his mind and he wouldn't let it go. His voice echoed weakly in the darkness, "...Patricia...Patricia...Patricia....Patricia...."

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Sweaty Tony's Hutt Cuisine
Objective: Support [member="Jarven Zexxel"]

After all the noise was finished and everything went silent Patricia stood from her hiding place where Jarven had told her to get down. Her stomach dropped out and a feeling of dread came over her that Jarven might of been hurt. Then a light came over her as she heard him call her name. Rushing inside rifle in hand she got a look at the Inside and it was safe to say Jarven did his job really well. Walking past body after body Patricia looked up to see blood was even dripping from the chandelier along with a body. The place was a literal blood bath of pain and suffering, then at the middle of it on the floor was Jarven, bloodied but victorious. He had killed the mafia leaders and made sure the planet now belonged to the ravens. But she didn't care about any of that, she cared about him.

Rushing to his side she picked him up off the ground and supported his large toned body under his. Hot tears filled her eyes and she did her best to support him.

"JARVEN!!" She yelled making sure to keep him awake. He wasn't hurt too bad but even a scratch on him and the woman would of flipped.

She had lost Romeo, the man she loved. And now she had opened herself up to love again and she was not going to lose that again.

"It's okay baby I'm here, it's ok, it's ok!" She began to limp with him on her shoulder past the bodies and dead crime lords.

Making it back to the speeder they stumbled outside and opened tbd back door of the cabin. Placing him in it she began to strip him of his bloodied clothes and cry.

"Where are you hit?!" She said in a fit of tears and emotions. She cried softly and began to root around in the glove compartment to grab a first aid kit. Coming back to him she was still crying. Pushing up to him she kissed him hard, and began to sob.

"Don't you dare leave me!"

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Location: I din'no...
Objective: Is this rEal Life?
Allies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
Enemies: Death

As Jarven lay on that table, the room seemed to light up and he could see multiple people in armor similar to him. It was his family. They all raised their drinks and cheered his name, "JARVEN!" He watched as a blonde angel rushed to his side, saying something...I'm not quite sure. He blacked out and found himself inside the back of the car.

"Where are you hit?!"

Her voice echoed in his mind, growing faint. His hand slowly started tapping his chest. He tapped his shoulder once, but that was a poor way of saying "his back". Elise appeared. She was sitting in the air in the corner of the car above and behind Patricia's head. "Jarven," she said, her voice wispy. "You don't have to fight anymore. You've won. Come back. We want to see you again." She held her hand out to him. Jarven slowly raised his hand to Elise. He wanted to SO badly. But then he saw the face of an angel. HIS angel. Looking at Elise, he said, "No...No..." His hand continued upward, but went out to Patricia. He then said to her, "Did I not say I would give my life? For you? For the Red Ravens? For you?" He grabbed her hand and held it with as strong a grasp he could muster, which was pretty weak.

"I made you a promise...I...will...never leave you." He grasped for his commputer with his other hand. "Call the flock. They will come. They have to...I love you." As soon as he said this, his hands went limp as he fell unconscious. This would likely greatly unsettle her until she realized that he was breathing. He was breathing irregularly, but he was still breathing.