Step into the Black [ GA Dominion of Indupar ]

[Leos Palle]

Objective A: PvP Skirmish
Allies: [member="HK-36"]
Enemies: [member="Causstik Rahn"], maybe Mr. [member="Popo"]
Location: Aboard a Nebulon-B7 with an annoying HK droid
Post #: 1

Poro had been in the medical wing of the ship for quite a while. There wasn't anyone in it at the moment, but he was trying to familiarize himself with the space so that if he was needed for assistance he would know where things were and would be a help rather than a hindrance. Clipped to his belt was a lightsaber, which swayed back and forth with each step he took. He'd managed to go through all of the cabinets and even spoken with the medical droid for a bit just to make sure he was up to date. Rather productive, really. More than preparing for battle would be, even though he'd been told that they should expect such.

As he walked out of the medbay, his commlink chirped at him. He pulled it from his belt and immediately heard the annoying sound of the HK's voice calling him a padawang, with a g on the end, and asking where he was and if he was ready to be deployed. The droid was rather knowledgeable about the Jedi, which had surprised him when they'd first met, but it was still good knowledge to learn, and so he'd allowed the droid to teach him.

"I am ready, HK-36. I will arrive in the hangar shortly."

With that said, he'd end the transmission rather abruptly. The metallic sound of his voice through the mask may as well have made him sound like a droid himself, although he didn't look it. To his hearing, it did sound a bit strange and not at all like he was listening to himself speak. Nonetheless, he made his way through the ship to the hangar, where several dropships were situated. Not knowing which one the droid was planning to take, and not immediately spotting him, he decided to wait off to the side. The droid wouldn't be long, he was certain. HK's had a tendency to want to engage in violence, something that Poro wasn't too keen on. He was hoping they could find ways to avoid it while still achieving their mission.

 

[H3xle]

Objective C
ANS Dawn's Horizon
[member="Ajira Cardei"] | [member="Saffron"] | [member="Doctor Yan Korab"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"]

*brrrrrt* *brrrrrt* *brrrrrt*

The klaxons pulled Keric and three other off duty security contractors out of their card game. It was the sound of action stations, which was odd. The whole trip thus far, the Captain had warned the security teams about drills. If this wasn't a drill...

Keric was the first to his feet as he reached for his gun belt hanging on the chair behind him. He strapped it on with fluid, practiced movements, checked to make sure his blasters were easy to clear from their holsters, then pounded out the door. The other guards were a few paces behind him, his untrained force talents letting him move faster without his conscious effort.

That was when the noises from the hull cut through to his mind. Not the sounds of battle, not concussions of missiles and hull hits, more like cutting.

'How the feth did someone get to our hull...' he thought to himself as he slowed his speed. He was moving through the passenger compartments now, moving towards the bridge. He could hear the people in their rooms. Some arguing, some sounding frightened, others sounding like they thought it was a grand old time.

 

[Mephite]

Objective A
A: [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] (and anyone with El Dorado & allies)
E: [member="Popo"] (and whoever else)

The dream team was back in action. They'd gotten a little wet on their first job but they'd managed to get out alive. And the job had been completed. More or less.

It'd gotten a little hairy but they'd worked well together. Sure the Chiss was an almost total coward. Mephite didn't see that as entirely a bad thing. The urge to preserve yourself often stopped you from doing really dumb things.

Except for Des bringing down a tunnel around them. That'd been in a moment of blind panic. The Shard had come to realize organics lacked his combat programming. Or at least the droid's.

It was hard to tell where the droid ended and he began sometimes. At any rate, Des hadn't realized certain well-placed shots would've taken down their giant slug-like foe. They'd had a chat about that after. The Chiss had seemed very amenable though maybe the alcohol had helped.

That was then and this was now. Des had used his connections to hire out some Trandoshans. Not especially attractive ones according to his blue comrade. Not that appearances counted for much with a cluster of silicon and other minerals.

They seemed to know their business regarding explosives. A chef's hat and apron didn't strike him as out of place. Maybe a little but he didn't judge. He was a talking rock in a tin can, after all, and that was definitely absurd.

Apparently the lizards had pooled their urine for it's ammonia content. Very efficient but also quite pungent. Not that he could smell anything. Not needing to breathe had it's advantages.

Mephite could've actually sped up the process of bomb-making. Except there would've been enough toxic gases to kill the organics. He decided to just wait the hour or so. What was an hour in a life measured in centuries?

"I assume the baby carriage will lull them into a false sense of security?," the Shard asked.

 

[Thraxis]

Objective A: PVP​

Gang: El Dorado​

Allies: [member="Mephite"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Gregor Montague "][member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Itagert"]​

[member="Abaddon Velshaar"] [member="Scheherazade Roshanara"]​

Enemies: Everyone else​

Loadout: Executioner Armor, DEMP, Jack-Knife, Pistolas, Vambrace, Eternity Droid X 2​

Objective: Win​

Rumors circulated the galaxy like grass coated rich soil, in other words vast, unimportant and overall there to feed the smaller things in life. Though for every million blades of grass there is always some sapling hidden between the blades, and it seemed he had managed to find one. Well, when he says he managed, it was more that El Dorado had managed to find one, and being a member, he had to go and check it out. By the time he had gotten the message, a few days had passed, it tends to happen when you yourself spend a few days dabbling with booze and overindulging yourself. Though it never done much to his schedule before, he realized he had to make quick progress.

With a hop and a skip he was already packed and ready, his armor tightly gripping his skin, his Vambraces wrapped around his wrists and the rest stuck into his yellow stained Duffel bag before strapping it around his chest. Once he was set he abducted one of the Cartel, strapped them into a chair and got them to fly him towards the coordinates, though a clear sweat drizzled along the Boys skin as he realized how close they were flying to Alliance territory, it was taken over by a slap on the back and a stare, "I don't care if it was on Coruscant, we are going there." he responded, his face a clear visage of joy though his voice spoke with nothing short of shallow rage.

It was a days travel before finally the station was in sight, a sense of awe as he looked at the station, though it was quickly brushed aside as he looked at everything that staked a claim, "Oh lordy lord lord." he mumbled as he looked to the pilot, the signs of fatigue running clear as panic started to set in, "Fly me straight overhead the station, then you need to depart. I will...." he paused for a second, releasing a heavy sigh as he said those all too common words, "Find my own way off..." he groaned as he headed towards the back of the hangar a heavy sigh being released as he resigned himself to once again, becoming a hitchhiker. "Really need to get myself a ship...." he groaned as he heard a faint chime, the sound of the atmosphere becoming noted as the engine became audible through the air.Then came the pull, the grinding of gears as the back of the hangar slowly peeled open, the roar of the atmosphere depressurizing the hangar as he gripped the side of the wall, before finally the air began to subside, the ship landing with a hard thud as dust and debris flew away from the ship.

Thraxis took a few steps out before the ship already started to scurry off, the man clearly wanted nothing to do with this suicide mission, now all he could do was hope that El Dorado hadn't set him up. As he looked around he could hear the few footsteps of the area, his brow furrowed as he quickly removed his presence, jumping and hiding in a nearby abandoned building. He tapped his head against the side of the wall, "All members of El Dorado come in, this is Thraxis, I have landed planetside, anyone else located here or am I too late to the party?" he inquired, pulling out his Pistolas from his duffel bag and getting himself ready for what he could only assume would be a soon to come firefight.

 

[HK-36]

Objective A: PvP Skirmish- Crime Does Pay!
Gang: Firemane, New Jedi Order Syndicate
Allies: [member="Poro Maaht"], [member="Drystan Talroth"] anyone else from Galactic Alliance who wants to join in
Enemies: Whoever fires on them
Objective: Brief the Padawan, Prepare for Deployment, start teaching

[member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Saede Taggart"], [member="Mephite"], [member="Erin Vikar"],

Those who were paying attention to the void and nebula around the small asteroid that housed their shadowport would notice multiple flashes of light as the Galactic Alliance envoy entered real-space, multiple warships, although none bigger than a frigate, heading right for the planetoid. While their shields were raised, because asteroids, the convoy kept their weapon systems off, after all they were not going there expecting combat, they had no intention of firing on anyone, and even if fight would break out, it was not going to be resolved in the space but within the narrow confines of the shadowport itself. The convoy seemed very much like just another smuggling or military expedition passing in through the area.

And that is how they would present themselves to what was left of the station's authorities, after all the criminals may have started to struggle for supremacy over this shady forgotten rock, but that did not mean the business and lives of everyone else on the station were going to stop, the StarForge made it through worse wars after all.


[member="Popo"],

HK was about to make his way back to the frigate's bridge and scan over the station personally as they entered realspace when he received a transmission from his Second-in-Command,

"Sir, there is something unusual, our scanners picked up presence of multiple heavily armored vehicles in one of the hangars."

"Probably just cargo being transported or undergoing repairs, nothing too unusual about it."

"Sir, we picked up energy signatures from their weapon systems."

"All of them?"

"Yes, their armaments are powered up."

"So it is an active armored column?"

"Yes."

"Inside a space station?"

"Yes."

The droid paused to take that information in, calculating whether it was going to be one of those days.

It was going to be one of those days,

"Sir, your orders?"

His crewman on the other side of the commlink snapped him back to reality,

"Mission proceeds as planned, whatever is going on down there we are here primarily for surveillance and assessment."

"Yessir."

"But have our spider droids ready for deployment with anti armor weaponry just in case somebody does something stupid."

"Yessir, very well."

It just seemed like such a bizarre choice in droid's tactical programming, sure he saw heavy droids, some light repulsorcraft, and even smaller light walkers used in boarding operations, which is basically what this was going to be if combat broke out, but never a tank, especially multiple ones. The size and usual low maneuverability didn't clicked with the tight, narrow corridors in HK's calculations, but perhaps he was wrong and whoever was trying to pull this off was on to something.


Poro Maaht,

Fun fact, when Poro was talking to the medical droid, because it was one of ARGH employed units, he would find out that the droid had a free will, no obedience protocols, and it was a volunteer, choosing to be on the ship to serve Galactic Alliance, a common practice among droids within ARGH military structure since they were led by a free droid. Either way,

"I am ready, HK-36. I will arrive in the hangar shortly."

Transmission from the Kel Dor finally went through and the droid responded promptly with,

"I will meet you there, we will begin your lesson immediately."

HK turned around away from the bridge to make his way towards the hangar, deciding that with the previous transmission from his subordinate he found out all that he needed to know, plus if something popped up they could always just contact him via text messages on his built-in commlink.


Drystan Talroth,

"Good to see a familiar face,"

It was on his way to the hangar that the droid came upon Drystan,

"Hey kid, you are coming with me down the station. We will be continuing your education."

HK motioned for Drystan to follow him,

"We will be joined by a Jedi Padawan I am watching over and teaching for the time being as well."

The droid glanced at Drystant, scanning over his weapons,

"And remember, the purpose of this mission is not combat, just surveillance, like on Geonosis, keep your weapons holstered and out of sight unless it is for self-defense."

Of course, that plan was probably going to go to hell and they were going to have to fight their way out of the station.

"I have a bad feeling about this one."

HK added just to cement that something was going to feth up.


And all together now,

In the hangar the droid and the Eldorai would make their way towards Poro, he motioned between the two of them,

"Poor Maaht, Padawang of the New Jedi Order, Drystan Talroth from the Eldorai Order of Flamers."

He introduced them to each other, but without wasting too much time on it as soon enough he started to move towards one of the shuttles, an unarmed and unmarked small generic ship waiting for them within the hangar, HK hurried them along with an energetic motion of his hand,

"We will be taking a civilian shuttle, the story is our convoy is just passing through, we stopped here to resupply and refuel because my contacts are offering lower prices than their competition within the Alliance space. Remember, we go in just for surveillance and observation, keep your weapons holstered and out of view unless someone attacks you. Got it?"

The question was more rhetorical than anything else as the machine made his way inside the shuttle without waiting for their answers, sitting down in a seat and strapping himself in with a safety bar,

"Alright, Poro, Drystan, what do you two know about the nature of shadowports like the one in this station and their purpose?"

He begun the promised lesson as he reached to the back of the cockpit, clanging on it to signal the pilot they were ready to go.

 

[Doctor Yan Korab]

[member="Elpsis Elaris"],

Unfortunately the Doctor could not hear Elpsis's words through the door and his mask, not when he was groaning and straining with his black Graphite bow in his hands, pulling on its wire with focused effort to try and bent the durable material back more, an arrow aimed at the door keeping him prisoner within the confines of a custodial closet. Of course he could have just opened the door from inside with a push of a button, however the Doctor did not really knew how technology worked.

Finally he was able to pull the bowstring back enough to give his durasteel tipped arrow enough speed. Just as Elpsis slashed through the door.

The metal collapsed to the door with a heavy clang as an arrow cut through the air, inches away from Elpsis, what was meant for the door almost struck her. The black-clad man was standing there dumbstruck, clearly not expacting whatever just happened, looking at the woman in silence, his bow still raised idly in his hand as he has forgotten about it.

Finally, Doctor Yan spoke up,

[Runian] "S-skal du seksuelt overgrep meg?" (A-are you going to sexually assault me?)

 

[Noire Vanya Tal]

En route to the Eiattu system
Objective B: PVE- Trade building through any of the local Ado Sector worlds
3/5 post for Aurum Saccs Bank contract expansion into the Ado Sector
| 5 |

"Please tell me, what are the resources that Her Majesty has deemed to be a valuable source of assets for Eiattu?"

This would be important because then Noire would be able to tell just what they were using as backing for their credits. Some planets used natural resources such as gold, silver, platinum, or even aurodium. Others would comparable items of value and wealth.

"Eiattu has various platinum and gold mines," Vieel would say, giving a bit of a hint of the planet's wealth. "We also have a few copper and diamond minds." this was good. This meant that this was a rich world. They were likely very well off in their own planet, so why ask for an outside bank?

"Seems your economy is stable and in order." Noire replied.

"So why do you need Aurum Saccs?" she was curious.

"We have not yet switched to the Galactic Credit and need help in the transition."

Ah, now that made more sense.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGyPuey-1Jw[/media]​

Objective A: PVP​

Gang: El Dorado​

Allies: [member="Mephite"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Gregor Montague "][member="Thraxis"] [member="Itagert"]​

[member="Abaddon Velshaar"] [member="Scheherazade Roshanara"]​

Enemies: Everyone else​

Several Trandoshan's had been mapping out the sewers beneath the temporary HQ. The place smelled, rodents scurried to and fro, and unless you had N.V.G.s or Thermals it was very hard to see. Perfect for the lizards with natural infrared vision. They were planting explosives preparing to collapse sections of the streets. If the enemy was bringing armor they'd make it as difficult as possible for them. It wasn't going to be a firefight, it was going to be a war. A transmission came in and a squad of Trandoshans made their way through the muck and kriff to the Friendly's location. A bright light appeared at the end of the tunnel and the T'doshosk had to stop and let their eyes adjust. Then they continued forward and spotted a rather hung over looking individual.

"Welcome," The Trandoshans spoke little basic and the rest of what he said was lost in a serious of hisses. One of the scaley creatures beckoned Thraxis with a hand and should he follow he'd be led through I.E.D. filled sh1tters and finally into an abandoned run down house that smelled of piss. Where he would be greeted by a narcissistic blue man and a know it all droid. A.K.A. The family.

Meanwhile...

Causstik and a small squad of his Trandoshan's made their way back to the poor excuse of an HQ.

"Shall we treat ourselves to a drink gentlemen?" Causstik shouted to his command, arms in the air. The bombs were in place. Ambushes had been set at several key choke points and now all that was left to do was wait. AND GET DRUNK! Several Trandoshan's would make their way out of their piss pot to the other nearest local piss pot. A.K.A. The pub.

[member="Saede Taggart"]

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Doctor Yan Korab"], [member="Saffron"], [member="Keric Dynt"]


Thusly, the good doctor was freed from his confinement. As it turned out, he carried a bow and arrow. For just a moment, Elpsis wondered whether he might be an acquaintance of [member="Galina Kerrigan-Alcori"], when his arrow missed her by the inches.


The black-clad man addressed her, but unfortunately Elpsis could not understand his language. However, she could perceive that he was agitated and very confused. It was only logical that he feared she might do him harm. Especially since he'd apparently been locked in a closet and she was carrying a glowstick.


So, she switched off her lightsabre and took a step back. "I'm not gonna hurt you," she repeated. Could he understand Basic? She reached out with her empathy, trying to calm his nerves a bit. "Do you know who put you there?" Then klaxxons roared loudly.


Loud noise invaded her ears. Not of explosions caused by missiles blasting the ship and tearing through the shields, not of turbolaser fire lancing through the void of space...but of something cutting through the hull as if it were paper. The redhead tensed, feeling the sound grow louder. Suddenly, she was hit by a wave of nausea when she felt presences of unspeakable, malevolent evil descend upon the vessel. Who were they? She could not say, but they were close.


"Ok, whatever that is. It ain't cute and cuddly. You stay behind me," she spoke to the strange man. To bring the point, she tried to use sign language. One hand gripped her magnetic revolver, as she slowly walked down the corridor. Far away, screams could already be heard.

 

[H3xle]

Objective C
ANS Dawn's Horizon
[member="Ajira Cardei"] | [member="Saffron"] | [member="Doctor Yan Korab"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"]

Keric paused as he heard screams reverberating through the passenger compartment. A small, mildly sick part of his brain thought that the screams provided a nice, discordant counterpoint to the song of whatever was cutting into the hull and the sound of the klaxons. He pushed that thought aside, not wanting to dwell on anything but his job right now.

He came to a branch in the passenger compartment and pulled his right hip blaster, letting his left hand rest on the left hip one. He didn't even contemplate using the heavy gun at his back, that one could pop holes in the ship fairly quickly.

The screams came again, but Keric couldn't tell what direction they came from, the sound echoing off of the walls and being cut into by the klaxons and the cutting.

Keric walked back to a control panel and killed the audio klaxon for that part of the passenger compartment, then called up to the bridge

"Besh Security 3 to bridge. I'm hearing what sounds like something cutting into the hull and screams down here. Main passenger compartment corridor near bulkhead 12 Aleph. Can't localize either due to the klaxon. I don't know what's going on up there, but we need to kill the audio alarm and get more security to the passenger compartment." He reported quickly, and with more authority than he really had. He then turned his back to the wall and waited for a response as he watched the corridor.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Post: 4/20 (writer) 4/5 (IGR)
Objective: Reconstruction of banking infrastructure
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Location: Jabor

"The main question is, to me: is forbearance allowed?"

"Forbearance? What is forbearance?"

"Forbearance is an arrangement where a borrower can, in extenuating circumstances, defer repayment of a loan"

"I see, a tool to allow borrowers room to breathe. Now it's clear that you're different from the last Confederate Jedi that came here"

Confederate banks mostly saw forbearance as a no-go. Since, despite the wide array of freedoms Jedi in Confederate service were given, of which Cathul was not (but still somehow acted as if one to the eyes of Tetrus, probably as a shadow of Confederates of about 15-20 years ago), the Confederacy was still heavily corporate-based; here Cathul was doing what was previously thought unthinkable even in the pre-Ruusan era. No one would imagine a non-Confederate Jedi making an attempt at running a bank: people previously thought that banking provided a Force-sensitive with an easy path down to the dark side. But allowing borrowers strapped for money some breathing room, much like the minimum payments on a credit card vs. the full amount, however, how Cathul conceived forbearance to be was that it had to be flexible. Not all cases requiring forbearance will be the same.

 

[Popo]

Objective A
Gang: Tenloss Corporation
Allies: Dunno yet
Enemies: [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Erin Vikar"] [member="Saede Taggart"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Mephite"] [member="Poro Maaht"]
Objective: Take the station


The Skocha slid gracefully from the confines of the dropship and hovered in place a moment before gliding forward. The engine in such a confined space was a loud, feral roar and the repulsors only added and eeriness to the sight as the metal monstrosity moved to and fro effortlessly. To many, it appeared a dangerous machine designed to kill and kill and kill. To Popo, it appeared as a skillful predator, hunting down its prey and killing it with a single, well placed blow.

The Skocha moved into the column and Popo watched as its weapon systems and turret quietly began to swivel to and fro like the rest of the tanks in the column. It seemed everyone was on high alert, which was good. Confined as the place was, it was still a space port, which meant there were enough open areas that the tanks could play a part. Maneuvering was still marginal, but the dominating firepower of the armored vehicles was undoubtedly top dog in such a place.

The column moved on and it seemed, at least at first, that things were going swimmingly. A quick glance at his HUD told him they were nearing the Chandlery, their first objective on the list. He figured it would only take them a few more minutes to reach the area at most. At least, that was until the report of blasterfire and comm-chatter started.

"Status report?" the Hutt demanded.

"Contact ahead, small hardpoint," came the scout's response. "Couple of combatants, small arms. At least one has grenades. We're currently flanking it to take them out."

"No need, stay put."

The Hutt swapped frequencies and grabbed the tag-line of the lead Reliant tank, Tin Box.

"Sergeant, would you mind removing that hardpoint."

"Yes, sir,' came tank commander's reply. "We can lay down suppression fire while the footsloggers move in."

"Negative, sergeant," Popo stated, his tone never changing. "Remove the hardpoint yourself. Main cannon is authorized. I'd suggest a high explosive round."

"Yes, sir."

A few moments later, the lead Reliant moved forward with a rattle of tracks and the roar of an engine. Blaster-fire sparked and bounced off its hull as the turret swung around and depressed to get the right angle. Suddenly, the bark of the main cannon was heard, but drowned out in a split second by the sudden blast of the HE shell which vaporized what could only be gangers or pirates and the rather plain-looking fountain they had been using for cover.

As debris, both inorganic and organic, rained down on man and machine, Popo gave the order to move out. Anyone who hadn't heard the tanks rattling through had definitely heard the massive explosion, which was fine by Popo. It just meant they needed to move a little faster...

 

[Darth Caecus]

Objective A: PVP skirmish -- Crime does pay!
Gang: Crimson Resurgent
Allies: ​[member="Erin Vikar"] [member="Kalinai Soluza"] [member="Olidiv Kenu"] [member="Allan Bandar"] [member="Niysha"]
Enemies: Bar Brawlers
Objective: Get that Starforge Station booty. Drink and Fight.
2/20

Saede had no idea how someone could cheat at darts. But, if there was a way, [member="Erin Vikar"] was sure to find it. She nudged the dark haired woman's opponent out of the way with her boot, like one might move a particularly disgusting wad of used napkins. The man seemed happy enough to get anywhere else that was away, ​and Saede was inclined to let him.

She nodded, frowning. Erin was right. Everything had been touchy since they got here. She'd chalked it up to a healthy dose of paranoia the denizens of the shadow port were known for, but this was ridiculous.

"Hey, Metal-man-"

The sad looking droid looked over at them. Saede couldn't tell how many times the thing had been broken and repaired, but the history of bar brawl after bar brawl was writ clearly across the hodge podge of mismatched parts.

"What gives? Why's everyone so tense?"

"Politics."

Saede blinked. Resting one foot on an upturned chair, she tilted her head at the server-droid.

"You cannot be serious, my friend."

The droid nodded vigorously. A small screw clattered to the floor and Saede was mildly concerned that he'd shake his whole fool head off if he wasn't careful.

"Serious as a one legged droid in an ass-kicking contest, ma'am."

Saede blinked again, then threw back her head and laughed uproariously.

"Alright. I buy it. Now can you explain to me why?"

While Saede and the droid leaned together for a whispered conversation, she kept an eye on the room around them. To a point, she trusted Erin with her back. It wasn't anything personal, of course, just that healthy paranoia mentioned before. So she didn't miss the arrival of the trandoshans and [member="Causstik Rahn"].

As the droid finished explaining, Saede drew back.

"Huh? Really?"

"Really Ma'am."

"Well I'll be a bantha's uncle. Erin, think you can see how much of the crew we can scrape off of the floor? You know, the ones that haven't drunk so much their brains are running out their ears?"

 

[Azula Tindara]

Objective A: PVP skirmish -- Crime does pay!
Gang:
Allies:
Enemies:
Objective: Get that Starforge Station booty.
[member="Saede Taggart"] [member="Erin Vikar"]

Lean Nuuti Bar and Grill

Thrukk was in a bad mood. A particularly foul on in fact. The giant slab of meat - nicely seared on the outside, succulently rare in the middle - only took the edge off. With his organic left hand he gingerly probed the swollen gash over his left eye.

"Weel he was faster than he looked," Thrukk mumbled. The houk was in such a foul mood because he'd lost a fight a few a few bars over. Having been passed into his deceased father's servitude and thrown into the rattatakan fighting pits he took this as a grave insult.

"He looked such a mangy thing," the bothan beside him agreed.

"Aye wi' fur loch 'at he looked half deid. Sometimes wear an' tear shows jist whit a man has survived thocht," Thrukk mused. The rather bedraggle wookie in question had destroyed nearly half of the establishment pinning Thrukk down, slipping out of every bind and hold.

A tinkle of smashed glass broke the houk's forlorn silence. Lips parted to reveal teeth like piano keys. His bothan associate sighed as the noise escalated from kerfuffle to brawl. "Go on, make yourself feel better. I'll be cowering behind the bar as usual."

"Tha's fair, jist shout if ye need a hain," Thrukk said, before draining a massive tankard of ale. His organic hand wiped the froth from his lips, whilst his industrial claw fished out a few credit chits and laid them on the bar.

Four humans were involved in a tussle almost right behind him. His stool creaked as he relieved it of its burden and turned to tower over the group.

"Ah say fellows, ye shoods probably break thes up an' gang abit yer business!" he shouted. Playing the good guy for anyone within earshot for when whatever passed for law enforcement turned up.

"Feth off!"

Thrukk grinned a large, bone chilling grin.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Objective A: PVP​

Gang: El Dorado​

Allies: [member="Mephite"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Gregor Montague "][member="Thraxis"] [member="Itagert"]​

[member="Abaddon Velshaar"] [member="Scheherazade Roshanara"]​

Enemies: Everyone else​

An explosion was heard then smoke was seen trailing off nearby.

"Er... You guys go secure the bar. I'm gonna blow some streets."

Desmond climbed to the roof top with a squad of Trandoshans and they began making their way towards the explosion. Time was not much of an issue as they travelled how the crow flies. Some of the roofs were weak and they had to tread carefully, but for the most part the Trandoshans seemed to traverse them exceedingly well. Probably all that time swinging from vines... As they approached the site they began moving through the buildings. No one asked, no one protested. They made their way to a vantage point that looked like the bridge of an old confederate flagship. Des withdrew his pulse cannon and began surveying the area. A column of heavy armor and a few foot mobiles. They had just engaged a couple of Causstik's scouts. Needless to say the friendlies were most certainly dead.

"Hand me that detonator Foss." The Trandoshan did as he was told. In a few miniutes one of the enemy vehicles would be right over a few of the I.E.D.s they had placed. click. BOOM. A stack of smoke and fire erupted from the ground where the tank had been. But Des wasn't about to stick around to confirm the kill. If it wasn't destroyed, they'd still have trouble digging it out of that hole.

"Come on let's get outta here!" Des said, amidst giggles and laughter that would make most people think he had just pulled a school yard prank rather then an act of terrorism.

[member="Popo"]

 

[Olidiv Kenu]

Objective A--Mo' Money, Mo Problems
Allies: [member="Saede Taggart"] [member="Erin Vikar"]
Enemies: People trying to kill me, as usual. Hard being famous.
Frenemies: [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"]


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Olidiv perked up from off the floor, still slightly woozy. "I resent that, Lady Taggart. I'm not so easily waylaid that few dozen drinks can knock--"

A man swung at him from behind with a barstool, and the four-armed razor rake quickly spun about, lanky upper arms un shteathing a short and cutting it, his lower left fist landing squarely in the mans jaw as the halfs of the barstool went flying. "--as I was saying," he said in a slightly flippant tone, "the drinks weren't that strong. I may need to use a men's room in an hour, though."


He looked about the bar. Still more people everywhere. Most of them about to beat each other into submission. He snickered as to men came towards him, one with a broken bottle, another with a....blunt thing. Hmmm, neat. He nodded. One-two rhythm, basic choreography. Duck under the blunt thing, grabb an offending limb, push towards the path of the bottle. Let them hurt each other. Easy enough.

The blunt thing crackled with electricity as it near the masked Morseerian's face. Ah, stun weapon. Nice. He twisted the mans arm, watching the other one tumble into him like a drunk bantah hitting a rock head-first. He looked back towards the captain. "So, we hiring anyone with the chutzpah to stand up? So far, I'm not seeing many good prospects...." He kicked another fellow in the face. "Unless we're hiring people to make me look cool while punching people. Then I've got a good half-dozen candidates."


It was then that a man flew over his head. Soembody had a good throwing arm. He looked at the large, blue, smiling man at the other end of the bar. "I take it back. Might be somebody worth the money in here after all...." He strode towrds the large fellow, blatantly egnoring others in the kerfuffle. He wanted to see how this one played out....

 

[Gregor Montague]

Objective A: PVP
Gang: El Dorado
Allies: [member="Thraxis"], [member="Itagert"], [member="Abaddon Velshaar"], [member="Scheherazade Roshanara"], [member="Desmond C'artyom"],
Enemies: Everyone else

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fi6tvcDInVY

"Aye, this be Gregor, we be making our way to weapons range, stand by!" The captain bellowed through comms. He turned to his crew, "Hurry up yer cackhanded squalibs, we be needed!" He barked.

"Aye, aye sir!" one of the pirates called, "We're moving as fast as we can cap'n!"

The Rapine, an ancient munificient-cruiser, sped towards the station. To the outsider, it would be a strange sight, seeing a ship of its class managing to pick up speeds that fast. The heavily modified cruiser ploughed on, undeterred by the asteroid field, engines glowing an eerie yellow as it made its way towards StarForge Shadowport. "How far away are we now?" The captain barked.

"We have just reached within range boss, we just need to get the guns charged." The chief gunner commanded.

"Good, good," the captain mused, "Get comms online, we've arrived." The captain commanded with a sly smile, "The Rapine is ready to deploy reinforcements, and offer fire support."

 

[Itagert]

Objective A: PVP
Gang: El Dorado
Allies: [member="Thraxis"], [member="Gregor Montague"], [member="Abaddon Velshaar"], [member="Scheherazade Roshanara"], [member="Desmond C'artyom"]
Enemies: Everyone else

After the Captain ordered all hands to weapons Itagert sauntered over to his gun station. An old thing it was, but with Itagert's experience on so many jury-rigged ships it wasn't really that hard to figure out.

"Better make sure these guns 'ere don't explode on us, eh?" Itagert said to himself. This ship was older than sliced Bantha steak so Itagert distrusted it, even though he was more likely to damage it than it was to explode on him.

"BOOM, DOOM, BOOM, DOOM," Itagert said as his gun started charging. Excitement started to fill Itagert, "Ye filthy Nerf Herders will want some of that sweet Blue Milk after this, heh."

 

[Leos Palle]

Objective A: PvP Skirmish
Allies: [member="HK-36"], [member="Drystan Talroth"]
Enemies: Mr. [member="Popo"]
Location: Aboard a Nebulon-B7 with an annoying HK droid and an Eldorai
Post #: 2

It took a little bit, but eventually the droid arrived, with someone else in tow. Again he was introduced by that annoying alteration to his position within the Jedi, and again he dismissed it almost as soon as it was made. Either the droid enjoyed mispronouncing the word, or it was an honest mistake. Either way, it wasn't going to get a rise out of him, even though he doubted, now, that such was the reason behind him adding a G onto the word. At the introduction of the Eldorai, he offered a slight bow before straightening to his full height once again. He could not recall meeting one of their number before.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Drystan. I believe HK-36 means to say you're a member of the Order of the Flame? I am not familiar with this Order, perhaps you could enlighten me at some point."

Of course that couldn't be right then considering HK-36 had other plans for them. He didn't say anything in regards to the weapon bit. He was a Jedi. He would not draw his weapon unless he was forced to do so. A lightsaber was not for offense, but for protection and providing protection to others. Using it for offense was tantamount to flirting with the darkside, and he could not abide by such a thing. First and foremost he intended his life to be completely devoted to the light and to the people of the galaxy. Flirting with the darkside was something he would not allow himself to do, no matter how hard it was to fight such a thing down within him.

The droid asked them both a question after they had entered one of the landing craft and strapped themselves in. Shadowports. He'd never been to one, but most people in the galaxy knew they existed. Havens for dregs of galactic society: mercs, pirates, smugglers, dealers, slavers, and others. They were not savory places, and visiting them without being a regular would get you pegged right off the bat. As soon as they landed they would be out of place. He reached for his saber, removed it from his belt, and placed it inside the confines of his robes. Less obvious was better here.

"Shadowports are waypoints and safe havens from the criminal elements of the galactic underground. Considering none of us," he looked between the two of them, "are regulars, we should expect to be watched as soon as we set foot down there."

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Post: 5/20 (writer) 5/5 (IGR)
Objective: Reconstruction of banking infrastructure
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Location: Jabor

"What does forbearance mean to you in practice?"

"Forbearance can mean several different vehicles: a full moratorium on repayments, reduced repayments (either above, below or at interest), reduced interest (or sometimes no interest at all) all of which are temporary, or sometimes even consolidation of debt if the debtor has more than one debt to pay off"

"Consolidation of debt: how would that help?"

"If eligible for consolidation of debt, one can be offered better terms and/or interest rates"

It appears that Tetrus is testing Cathul's knowledge of banking and moneylending. He never expects Jedi to know that much about banking and finance. But in Tetrus' mind, the suspicion is clear: Cathul is still suspected of being Confederate rather than either Alliance or Mandalorian. Perhaps he expected Alliance or Mando Jedi not to know about consolidation of debt, forbearance or other processes in moneylending. In fact, he would never expect Jedi, regardless of affiliation (except perhaps the aforementionned Confederates) to take out a loan, because other Jedi orders usually frown on usury such as moneylending. And yet, a credit card is a moneylending operation, where one is, in essence, taking out a short-term loan. That's what Jedi fail to realize about how credit cards relate to moneylending, at least to Cathul's eyes. But Cathul is not the best example: she has been approached by both Mandalorian and Alliance Jedi Orders (although the Mandos are decentralized in their approach to Jedi) to teach economics and finance to their respective Jedi.