Boost Snatch and Grab | ATTN Criminals and Underworld

[Jolly Walker]

Altor 14 | Underground Stashhouse
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Credits must flow.

This was a mantra that Jolly repeated to himself before every raid. A calming exercise, if it could be called that. A bloodthirsty, calming exercise. The pirate could not help but smile.

Standing on the bridge of the Arkonah, he gazed out the viewport as a swarm of TIE/SK starfighters raced towards the desert surface of Altor 14. On the planet's surface, burrowed deep into the ground, was an abandoned Black Sun Syndicate bunker. The criminal organization has long since moved on from the place. However, the lowly and scummy Aima the Hutt quickly seized the opening and transferred his operations to the bunker, just outside the scope of Hutt Space. Many Black Sun Guards defected, joining the Hutt with their personal and resources. A profitable decision. Yet their time was coming to an end.

In a matter of minutes, the TIE/SKs could unleash a massive payload of bombs onto the outer entrance of the bunker. While this took place, the Weequay turned on his heal and began to walk down the deck, making his way to the hangar. On both sides of the Arkonah were two Sepulcher-class Strike Carriers totaling the fleet count to five. An impressive fleet for this kind of operation, but the pirate was not willing to take any chances. Who knows what that Hutt had stored in hidden hangars across the planet. Finally arriving in the hangar, Jolly walked up to a railing on the upper level, staring down upon the crowd of criminals.

"Gentlemen! Ladies! Creatures of the galaxy and scum of the stars!"

With a click of a button, the upper railing the pirate was standing on began to lower, the elevator bringing him down and level with the crew that was gathered. A sinister smile decorated his face. Behind the crowd were three repurposed troop transports, as well multiple crates full of Outlaws and Bandits, free to use. This blow upon the Hutt's operations would be a massive success for the Black Market. More items to sell, more contracts to issue, and more credits to be made.

"We are all gathered here today in the name of credits. No longer is a single cabal in charge of the Underworld. It is time for us to show who owns these stars, once and for all!"

Let the fun begin.

Interested Parties
Ronhar Tane | Kinley Pryse | Mauve du Vain | Darth Strosius | Evan Kade | Lew Ardellian | Rolcor Wildstar | The Lord of Hunger Zev Corrin | V3RM-X | OPEN

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[Rolcor Wildstar]

Stars stretched into pale lines across the cockpit of the Broken Vow.

Then snapped back into place.

The weathered YT-4800 dropped from hyperspace at the edge of the Altor 14 system, engines settling into their familiar low vibration as the battered freighter coasted forward. Red, white, and grey hull plating caught the distant light, revealing old carbon scoring, mismatched repairs, and enough scars to suggest that whatever had put them there had failed to finish the job.

Rolcor Wildstar sat behind the controls.

He didn't move for a few seconds.

Just watched.

Altor 14 hung ahead of them while contacts began appearing across the tactical display.

Seven immediately filled the cockpit with a stream of Binary.

"I see 'em."

Another series of whistles followed as the astromech began sorting transponder signals and identifying the vessels gathering around Jolly Walker's operation.

Rolcor leaned forward slightly, one hand resting against the console.

"Yeah."

A pause.

"Reckon that's our lot."

Seven gave a doubtful warble.

Rolcor glanced toward the droid.

"Probably."

That didn't appear to reassure him.

From deeper inside the ship came the familiar sounds of the rest of the Vow's crew preparing for whatever came next.

Tallo Nix was already buried in the engineering systems, checking the hyperdrive and power distribution after the jump and undoubtedly discovering three new reasons the ship was about to explode.

Krann Vorga needed no instruction. If this turned into a boarding action, the massive Weequay would be ready.

Gorrik Vass had begun bringing the weapon systems online, the Nosaurian quietly taking stock of the ships around them and anything that might decide the Broken Vow was an easy target.

It wasn't.

Rolcor reached for the comm controls.

"Seven. Give me Walker's frequency."

The droid chirped.

A channel appeared.

Rolcor keyed it open.

His voice went out across the encrypted frequency, low and rough, carrying the faint rasp of someone who had spent too many years breathing recycled air and talking over bad engines.

"Walker."

He let the name hang there for a moment.

"This is Wildstar. Broken Vow."

His eyes moved across the contacts on the tactical display.

"We've just dropped into system."

Another pause.

No unnecessary introduction. No boasts. No attempt to sound impressed by the collection of criminals and hired guns gathering ahead of him.

"Got your people on sensors."

Rolcor leaned back into the pilot's seat.

"Point me where you want the Vow."

His thumb remained on the transmitter for another second.

"And tell your ships we're friendly."

The faintest trace of amusement touched his voice.

"Be unfortunate if somebody got nervous."

The channel closed.

Seven let out a questioning chirp.

Rolcor stared through the cockpit glass toward Jolly Walker's fleet.

"Yeah."

A beat.

"I was being polite."

The Broken Vow continued toward them.

Jolly Walker

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
ALTOR 14, ZORASTER SECTOR
OBJECTIVE: ???

Mahporeem's association with Jolly Walker and the Black Market had been highly profitable and successful.

With the business savvy Weequay having relocated his operations to Mahporeem with the blessing of the Imperial Remnant, business had skyrocketed, and credits had starting coming in at an alarmingly fast rate, granting both Walker and the Imperials a much needed lifeline for their continued endeavors and operations across the galaxy. Between its sprawling planetary junkyard and now association with rare and unusual items, traffic to Mahporeem had greatly increased as well, and the arrangement that the Imperials had with Walker had proven to be mutually beneficial to everyone involved.

But not, Walker was once again on the move, and was looking to expand his operations even further. That was why he had called his little meeting on Altor 14, and have invited a variety of people to attend it, Ronhar being one of them. Naturally, Ronhar had accepted, as this could prove to be a powerful opportunity for him and his Imperials. Besides the obvious allure of gaining access to new items to buy and sell, there was anothe reason Ronhar was interested in Walker's proposal. Giving the ever expanding size of the Sith and the Mandolorians, a newly revived Black Sun could give them something else they would have to deal with and could provide Mahporeem with a buffer against any acts of aggression or conquest toward them. Plus, the more allies that they could get against the Sith and Mandos the better, and last Ronhar had checked, the Sith were at least terrible for business, unlike the far more understanding Imperials, naturally.

Having been given a ride to the system by some Imperial Corsairs to keep his involvement a secret, Ronhar and his crew took the MIN Night Reaver down to the planet right toward the coordinates that Walker had provided. Due to their previous working relationship, Ronhar had been waved right through, and had no trouble finding the underground bunker where he was supposed to go. He just hoped his presence wouldn't spook anyone else here, and hopefully Walker had already vouched for him to the others that were attending the meeting. At the moment, the only other ship that had come up on scanners besides the small army that Walker had brought with him was a single YT-4800, presumably belonging to one of the other guests at the meeting. After landing his ship, Ronhar and his men entered the actual bunker just in time to hear Walker give his little speech to those assembled:

"Gentlemen! Ladies! Creatures of the galaxy and scum of the stars! We are all gathered here today in the name of credits. No longer is a single cabal in charge of the Underworld. It is time for us to show who owns these stars, once and for all!"

A lofty proclamation, to be sure, but was it one that Walker could back it? Was it one that those assembled here today were willing to support, or would their own greed overrule any attempts to stand together in a unified setting? For the moment Ronhar stayed in the crowd as his men began to spread out and disappear into the throngs of bodies, their disguises from Mahporeem Intelligence making them nearly indistinguishable from the many smugglers, criminals and outlaws that had assembled here under Walker's call...​

Spoiler: Ronhar's Loadout

• Head
  • Helm of Authority
    • Rangefinder
• Torso
  • Tashai Coat of Coins
  • Mk 45 Protective Vest
  • "Kitetsu" Force Energy Cycler
  • Wampa-Pattern Industrial Exoskeleton
    • Miniaturized Smoke Grenade Launcher
    • Empty Automated Weapon Mounting Point
• Arms
  • Tashai Coat of Coins
  • Wampa-Pattern Industrial Exoskeleton
    • NZ Medpack Display
    • Retractable Vibroblade
    • NZ Pangolin Type 1/A Reactive Armor Plating
• Legs
  • Wampa-Pattern Industrial Exoskeleton
    • NZ MAM MkII Jet Maneuvering Gear
• Cybernetics
  • Mod V Cyberarms
  • Cyberlegs Mod III
• Weapons
  • Burnblade
  • Prototype Sonic Pistol
  • Mahporeem Acid Rifle
  • Model 216 "Big Game Hunter"
• Ordinance
  • Two Rhydonium Grenades OR Three Mk II Viral Bombs
• Medical Supplies
  • Carapace Knitters
  • ABC - Aerosolized Bacta Cannisters

TAGS:
Jolly Walker
Rolcor Wildstar
OPEN

 

[Evan Kade]

Evan Kade had learned a long time ago that the most valuable information rarely arrived in the form of a secret transmission or a stolen datapad. More often than not, it came when people were comfortable enough to talk openly, particularly when they believed everyone else in the room already understood what was being said.

This gathering on Altor 14 was proving to be considerably more useful than he'd anticipated. He had been keeping an eye on Mahporeem and it's connections for some time now, originally tasked with observing the people surrounding the Imperial Remnant and identifying relationships that weren't necessarily being advertised. The connection between Mahporeem and Jolly Walker was interesting enough on it's own, but the fact that Walker's operations had become profitable enough to provide the Imperials with a financial lifeline made the arrangement considerably more significant.

Now Walker had gathered smugglers, criminals, mercenaries and prospective business partners together to discuss expanding those operations. Evan wasn't about to miss that. He hadn't arrived with the main fleet, since doing so would have made him considerably more conspicuous than necessary. Instead, he'd come aboard a much less interesting vessel under a much less interesting identity, dressed in the sort of practical clothing that nobody remembered five minutes after seeing it. His credentials identified him as a contracted logistics technician, legitimate enough to survive a casual inspection and sufficiently boring that nobody had bothered giving them a second look. That was precisely the point.

From the edge of the assembled crowd, Evan watched Walker deliver his speech while casually scrolling through a datapad. His attention moved across the room without ever lingering long enough to draw notice, taking in the newcomers, the hired guns, the various crews and, more importantly, the relationships between them. Who stood together. Who kept their distance. And who looked as though they belonged, and who appeared to be pretending. The last category was usually the more useful one.

His attention eventually settled on the men who had accompanied Ronhar. They had dispersed into the crowd with practiced efficiency, their disguises good enough to pass at a glance. Evan recognized the signs almost immediately. Mahporeem Intelligence. His expression didn't change, though the discovery was enough to sharpen his interest. Ronhar's presence was apparently sanctioned, yet his people had still been disguised and scattered through the gathering rather than openly identified. That told Evan something. He simply hadn't decided what yet.

His gaze moved away before anyone could notice he'd been studying them, returning instead to the harmless list of cargo transfers displayed on his datapad. To anyone glancing over his shoulder, it would look exactly like what it claimed to be: routine logistics.

A message appeared beneath the false data. YOU WERE RIGHT.

Evan read it once before replying. ABOUT WHAT?

The response came quickly. MAHPOREEM. WALKER. IMPERIAL INVOLVEMENT. THERE'S MORE HERE THAN THEY'VE DISCLOSED.

The faintest smile touched Evan's mouth. There usually was.

He slipped the datapad back against his side and returned his attention to the room, watching as Walker's declaration of a new Underworld order settled over the gathering. Walker wanted an alliance. Ronhar saw an opportunity. The Imperials apparently viewed the criminal underworld as something worth cultivating rather than eliminating, and judging by the number of people assembled here, they weren't the only ones who had recognized the potential.

Evan wasn't particularly interested in whether Walker's grand declaration succeeded. What mattered was what people were willing to offer in order to make it succeed: who wanted protection, who wanted access, who wanted weapons or money, and who wanted something badly enough to lie about it. A meeting like this could provide months' worth of conventional surveillance in a single evening. All Evan had to do was listen, remember, and make sure nobody realized he was doing either.

Tags: Jolly Walker Rolcor Wildstar Ronhar Tane

 

[Jolly Walker]

Altor 14 | Underground Stashhouse
​

Excitement was growing among the crowd.

The pirate watched as criminals from all shapes and sizes prepared for the assault on the bunker. As this was taking place, his earpiece rang. It was Rolcor Wildstar dropping out of hyperspace. Perfect...the more the merrier. Lifting his finger up to the hearing device, Jolly returned a message through the frequency, just to the Broken Vow.

"Glad you could join us, Wildstar. I'll patch you through to the rest of the fleet. In the meantime, feel free to pick off any stragglers that Hutt tries to send our way."

Planetside, the pirate was given word that Ronhar Tane had made his way into the main entrance of the bunker. Any leftover mercenaries defending the doorway would soon be taken care of.

Returning his eyes to the crowd (and Evan Kade ), he couldn't help but smile. There was always joy to be had when credits were being made. Motioning his hand over to the shuttles, the bay doors all dropped in unison.

"Load 'er up! Hutt's back on the menu boys..."

Still open for others to join!​

 

[Vexxa Vane]

ALTOR 14 · Arkonah

Jolly Walker Evan Kade Ronhar Tane Rolcor Wildstar

A predator's gaze shifted between the Weequay and those that had gathered aboard his ship. The craft was respectable enough, bigger than anything Vexxa had piloted before. She noted the various terminals that lined it when she boarded. It was good tech, even her passive scans came back muddied by enough electronic noise to make poking around more trouble than it was worth.

That was why she was there.

Every heist needed a slicer.

Vexxa was seated away from most, but tucked away close enough to not draw too much attention to her. Among pirates and other criminals, her eclectic look didn't stand out as much. Something that made her feel more at ease. It was one of the few times she had left Coruscant in decades, and certainly the farthest she had traveled since taking on the Vexxa persona. She had spent so long on the lower levels of Coruscant that she had forgotten what different air tasted like. Fortunately, with this many criminals gathered together for this long it was beginning to smell a little bit like home.

She half listened to Jolly's speech, she was working on a new mix and kept playing it on a loop in one of her ears. It was a small enough device that the others wouldn't likely notice it, and it was built to be very hard to hack. Vexxa stored a lot of her music on it and was very protective of it. He rallied them with promises of change and played at their egos. It was easy enough to get swept up in, especially when they knew they were about to rob a Hutt blind.

She stuck to the back of her group's boarding party. She was one of a couple slicers hired to take down the security systems that littered the bunker. Vexxa was excited to try out a few of the new tricks she had learned. As the transports lowered toward the bunker, the fires of battle broke out. The goal was simple, get them into the bunker and make sure the turrets didn't kill too many of the pirates.

If she did a good job today, it might mean breaking out of 1313 and landing in the big leagues.

Vexxa looked down at the Outlaw in her hand. She was glad Jolly had brought a few along, she hadn't seen one on 1313 in years.

"Let's see what Aima forgot to encrypt."

The beats were still blasting in her ear, she was going to use this raid as inspiration to finish the mix.

 

[Demveath Okamsiu]

Location: Altor 14 | Underground Stashhouse
Troops: Hyal'Jen'Asha
Tags: | Jolly Walker | Ronhar Tane | Evan Kade | Rolcor Wildstar |

Demveath paced on the bridged of her custom Raider class "Sutta-Qo" the stars elongated streaks flying past the viewports as she pondered what to do. And pressed into the precognitive power of the force.

Aboard the bridge were many dark gray uniformed crew manning the stations, but a few of her Hyal'Jen'Asha were awaiting orders from their leader.

The Sutta-Qo emerged into orbit around Althor 14 Its dark gray hull, white stripe with a burgundy one running down the middle, as her Communication people contacted and patched through comms. In orbit were some Imperial Corsairs leaving the system, Jolly Walker ship, and a YT-4800. This would be a good proving grounds for her new organization, her personal guard & soldiers for higher. As the ship moved to land near the coordinates given his speech came over.

"Gentlemen! Ladies! Creatures of the galaxy and scum of the stars!"

"We are all gathered here today in the name of credits. No longer is a single cabal in charge of the Underworld. It is time for us to show who owns these stars, once and for all!"

Well he was certainly correct. She mused to herself.

The Sutta-Qo landed not far from Ronhar Tane 's ship. Demveath sends a message to Jolly "The Hyal'Jen'Asha have landed."

A group of Six soldiers head down the ramp as Demveath follows taking up positions outside the bunker. Demveath taking up a stance and igniting her light saber with a familiar snap-hiss followed by a humm.

 

[Zev Corrin]

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Zev wasn't to surprised that he got wind of this. He was sent messages fairly often from people wanting to use his skills, well, his eyes really. He couldn't blame em, being able to see almost the entire electromagnetic spectrum had its perks. He almost declined this job until he that they'd be robbing huts. That wasn't something he could pass up.

As he listened to walkers speech his eyes where in constant motion scanning the ship and everyone in it. He didn't recognize any of them, which wasn't a great feeling. Working with people he didn't know wasn't exactly his favorite thing to do. He did snag a few extra blasters since they where free for the taking, his crew wouldn't mind a few extra.

It'd been to long since Zev had done anything big, he almost worried about being rusty, almost. He gave his gear one final check over before the bay doors opened. Well, let's get to work shall we he thought with a smile

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
ALTOR 14, ZORASTER SECTOR
OBJECTIVE: ???

Interest had started to pick up since Jolly Walker had made his little speech.

Dozens of individuals were now making their way toward the bunker, including the men that Ronhar had brought with him. Whatever was in the bunker wouldn't remain hidden for long, though the issue of delving up the loot amongst those participating would be a far more difficult challenge than actually getting into the bunker itself. Then again, those who did the most work or put in the greatest effort into this job would surely yield the greatest rewards, and Ronhar was fully intending to make the most out of his little side trip to this region of the galaxy that he was in.

Most of the people here were ones Ronhar did not recognize, though one of his men had managed to identify Evan Kade amongst those in the crowd. Ever since their meeting with the Iron Covenant, the Imperial Remnant had seen Kade's name popping up more and more as of late, though his motives still remained unclear despite Imperial efforts to figure out just who he really worked for and what exactly he was after. He was someone that Ronhar was going to need to keep an eye on, as he could be either a useful ally or dangerous enemy depending on how things went. In fact, it was quite possible that Kade could be both, though Ronhar would much rather have the illusive spy as a trusted friend.

Beyond that, the rest of those here were unknown to him. There were hacker and slicer types, hired muscle and mercenaries, even a few force sensitives from the looks of it. A truly motley group, but one that given the right circumstances could be highly dangerous when properly led and assembled.

Ronhar sent off a quick message to Jolly Walker .

"Walker, I've got my forces on the ground, and we're prepared to blow this bunker right open. We've come with enough breaching charges to rival the destruction of Alderaan. What do you want us to do?"​

Spoiler: Ronhar's Loadout

• Head
  • Helm of Authority
    • Rangefinder
• Torso
  • Tashai Coat of Coins
  • Mk 45 Protective Vest
  • "Kitetsu" Force Energy Cycler
  • Wampa-Pattern Industrial Exoskeleton
    • Miniaturized Smoke Grenade Launcher
    • Empty Automated Weapon Mounting Point
• Arms
  • Tashai Coat of Coins
  • Wampa-Pattern Industrial Exoskeleton
    • NZ Medpack Display
    • Retractable Vibroblade
    • NZ Pangolin Type 1/A Reactive Armor Plating
• Legs
  • Wampa-Pattern Industrial Exoskeleton
    • NZ MAM MkII Jet Maneuvering Gear
• Cybernetics
  • Mod V Cyberarms
  • Cyberlegs Mod III
• Weapons
  • Burnblade
  • Prototype Sonic Pistol
  • Mahporeem Acid Rifle
  • Model 216 "Big Game Hunter"
• Ordinance
  • Two Rhydonium Grenades OR Three Mk II Viral Bombs
• Medical Supplies
  • Carapace Knitters
  • ABC - Aerosolized Bacta Cannisters

TAGS:
Jolly Walker
Rolcor Wildstar
Demveath Okamsiu
Zev Corrin
Vexxa Vane
Evan Kade
OPEN