Step into the Black [ GA Dominion of Indupar ]

[Azula Tindara]

[member="Saede Taggart"] [member="Olidiv Kenu"] [member="Erin Vikar"]

Thrukk paused to looked at the weapon lying on his open palm. Such a delicate little thing. Would it even tickle a man in armour? He mused. Whilst he could think through the haze, the alcohol tended to make the periphery a haze. He didn't notice that he'd fallen a few steps behind the pirate.

It wasn't hard for the bulky houk to catch up with long strides. The crowd tended to part before him which eased his passage.

"Reit, a scene..." He said. He wasn't the brightest spark. There was a vague awareness of a plan being formed around him, but its workings were obscured. Trum could explain it all later; the bothan often did.

Thrukk lunged forwards, bringing his metal claw swinging upwards. Caught beneath the chin the trandoshan swayed on the spot. Before it could crumple Thrukk took him by the collar of the jacket and further down his top. He pivoted on his back foot and hefted the lizard into the air with a might swing.

"Tha' far." He beamed.

 

[Saffron]

[member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Keric Dynt"] [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Ben Carlin"] @Zark
Objective: Get the Kark out of Otherspace

---

Indeed, Saffron was already feeling very claustrophobic. With more bodies in the room, it also meant that Saffron's focus on Ajira was overwhelmed by the emotions projected by the others; a welcomed relief to the Nabooian Theed Hanger Director General.

When the man with the swarthy bearded chin and dark brown eyes mentioned that he couldn't guarantee safe passage, Saffron gave a slightly nervous chuckle.

"I doubt there is any path that can guarantee anyone's safety," she murmured, taking a deep breath in an attempt to try and control the emotions radiating from all of them. Danger had taught her how to shoot, how to think on her feet, and her Companion training would typically quell any typical business disturbance with her soothing manner. This, however, was an entirely different situation that the Companion had ever had to experience. Taking a small blaster from her reticule, she checked the powerpack with half trembling fingers. She was the last to follow suit, jumping down to land and pointing her derringer blaster up.

 

[Arieth zh'Vranthi]

Aboard Galactic Alliance Diplomatic Vessel the Dawn of Sullust.
Contract Confirmed for IGR



ATTN: Ms. Cathul
IGR

Ms. Cathul

The Galactic Alliance has reviewed your work with the proposal sent via IGR. We are greatly impressed by your contribution and bid. The funds to fulfill the contract will be transferred to your account.

Thank you once again for your contribution.

Ambassador Arieth zh'Vranthi
The Galactic Alliance

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Keric Dynt"] [member="Zark"] [member="Saffron"] [member="Ben Carlin"]

Fourteen separate components had burned out in the hypercrash. Of the necessary replacements, eight were on hand. Another four could be improvised with the professional Galactic Alliance equivalents of space tape and spit. That left two components, minor but important, to be circumvented. And Force help her, she actually knew what to do. She'd spent a very long career as a naval officer of three different regimes, under another name. For many years she'd commanded the Chimaera, a Kuat ship refitted by Sienar and then by Iron Crown. Its patchwork systems were intimately familiar to her, especially now that Theed Hangar had obtained that same ship through the Spencer Varanin connection. The old juggernaut served as a testbed, an auxiliary research hub, for the Theed Palace Space Vessel Engineering Corps. One topic under examination was how the Chimaera's chimerical systems bypassed each other at need.

Within ten minutes, she'd mashed a head-sized series of repurposed components into a fist-sized gap. The jury-rigged setup converted X into Y by way of A, B, C, and Q. It wouldn't last more than five minutes, but it didn't have to.

On the chief engineer's authority, the hyperdrive roared to life. Comlink reports began coming in from areas near the outer hull: the starscape had shifted back to normal. There might be, and probably were, Charon still aboard, but with realspace achieved there wouldn't be any more of them.

 

[Doctor Yan Korab]

[member="Zark"], [member="Keric Dynt"], [member="Ajira Cardei"], [member="Saffron"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"],

When everyone else jumped down into the dark hole, Dr. Jan decided to go with peer pressure against his better judgement, after all he didn't wanted to be left alone in a ship where he didn't even knew how to open a door and filled with horrific insectoid monstrosities. Clutching to his black graphite longbow he slid down behind Elpsis, giving out a yelp as he lost control in the descent and his body slammed right into [member="Ben Carlin"], colliding with the spacer's back with an "Oomf!" from the masked, dark-clothed foreigner.

He scrambled himself to stand up, turning around so that his back faced the others and he peered into the shady dank meme interior of the engine room, illuminated only by the alarm lights.

​

He pulled on his bowstring, knocking a durasteel-tipped arrow just in case something decided to jump out as Ajira went to pull them back from the insectspace into realspace, or as Yan understood it, from Hell to Different Hell. He stuck with others sheepishly, tip toeing through the darkness just in case there was something lurking that they could alarm. He took a step back softly and Zark could feel the ranger's butt press up gently against his.

 

[HK-36]

Objective A: PvP Skirmish- Crime Does Pay!
Gang: Firemane, New Jedi Order Syndicate
Allies: [member="Poro Maaht"], [member="Drystan Talroth"], [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Enemies: Whoever fires on them
Objective: Explore the station, check out the local establishment,

"Or perhaps if it is destined for you to shoot it I might just be compelled by the Force to dislocate your arm from its socket before you pull the trigger, or you would simply miss. Or you might have meant to kill the creature and you would do so either way. If you would live as long as me then you would start to see patterns emerge, prophecies come true. Trust me, there are three things certain in this Galaxy, destiny exists, there is no luck, and all nations go through the political cycle of power."

As the droid and the Jedi, plus elf, were walking through the station in search of the [member="Popo"]'s tanks, they would pass by a sign designating one of the locals cantinas or bars.

"Hold up."

HK asked the others to slow down as he raised his hand,

"I think it would be useful to check this place, maybe we can coordinate a local resistance or find out more about who would try to bring an armored column into a station."

He looked back slightly to them, especially their two youngest members,

"Trust me, kiddos, I am a master of hiding in plain sight and the subtle arts of information gathering."

The droid assured them as he stepped up to the automatic door, opening it up with a whirr.


[member="Saede Taggart"], [member="Erin Vikar"], [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"], [member="Olidiv Kenu"],

Before their criminal party could leave the door to the bar would open and a large armored droid would make its appearance, perhaps they could see the rather obvious Force users behind him, perhaps they didn't followed him in just yet. He glanced about the establishment, scanning everyone inside, blocking the doorway with his large metal presence, and as the bar brawl raged on he bellowed out above the sounds of fighting,

"What is up, bitches?!"

He raised his hands, fingers pointing out as he made a gesture similar to a pistol being fired,

"Pow-pow-pow"

HK did the pistol-fingers at various patrons to greet them, glancing back to his companions to whisper to them

"Acting like them is how you earn their respect."

He explained.


The pirates and criminals, like Saede, Olidive, or Erin perhaps could recall old stories about a droid bounty hunter who was given a planet to look after by the Protectorate after he single handedly broke up a pirate gang formed by the Death Watch and bringing their leader to justice after he dropped a nuclear warhead on Mandalorian capital before traveling the galaxy to hunt bounties not for wealth but justice. Of course he disappeared soon after so many who did knew the story would just consider it a tall-tale.

Thrukk would probably be familiar with his hunting record displayed in public Bounty Hunting records, or the droid's work with the Guild of Bounty Hunters as he tried recently to launch a program of mentoring a new generation of bounty hunters.

Or perhaps some, like [member="Causstik Rahn"], would know the machine personally, after all HK was the one responsible for Trandoschan's scars, taking one of his reptilian eyes and setting him on fire during one of their encounters.

 

[Noire Vanya Tal]

Hapuntep system
Objective B: PVE- Trade building through any of the local Ado Sector worlds
10/15 post for Aurum Saccs Bank sponsorship expansion into the Ado Sector
NPC Organization Contracts with two organizations | Hapuntep Empire & Eiattu Monarchy
| 13 |

The shuttle descended into Hapuntep's atmosphere. From her viewport Noire would be able to see the pale beige and red striated lines of canyons and plateaus that littered the world. It was a world where natural water sources were rare, requiring collection of water from other sources such as water veins, oasises, and deep underground rivers. It was a naturally harsh enviroment with dry, arid heat akin to that of Tatooine but without the extra sun.

Her research indicated that Hapuntep suffered from sandstorms that radically reduce visibility. It had severe heat waves that could potentially dehydrate any poor souls without any resources for water to hydrate, and electrical storms that could potentially shut down electrical devices.

There were badlands, canyons, and sprawling dune seas. High and low deserts and near the upper hemisphere, a large trench that seemed to be carved into the earth in a jagged, massive black gorge. Some say that here is where the true wealth of the God Emperor mined his riches.

 

[Darth Caecus]

Objective A: PVP skirmish -- Crime does pay!
Gang: Crimson Resurgent
Allies: ​[member="Erin Vikar"] [member="Olidiv Kenu"] [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"]
Enemies: Enemies of FREEDOM
Objective: Get that Starforge Station booty. Drink and Fight. Manipulate EVERYTHING.
7/20

Saede whistled appreciatively.

"Nicely done. Farther than I could have thrown him, my friend," she said with a laugh, clapping him (almost) on the shoulder.

Switching back to her 'command' voice, she bellowed over the roiling crowd in the corridor.

"If you think that Starforge Station can be over taken by outsiders, you must be stupider than you look!"

The Trandoshan was mostly dazed, confused, and just glad to be far away from the crazy redhead and the hulk. Thrukk's Bothan companion looked up at her quizzically.

"Wait. Aren't *you* technically an outsider?

"Don't interrupt a good bit of propaganda with something as ephemeral as facts," she murmured, giving him a wink. "It'll leave a bad taste in the air, savvy?"

Switching to her comm she addressed Olidiv.

"Crowd's kind of ugly out here. It'd be a shame to waste it. How close are you to-"

The sound of the bartender droid flooded the corridor over the station's PA system.

"Perfect, thanks."

EVERYONE ON STARFORGE STATION
​​

Spoiler

[member="Popo"] @Causstik Rhan [member="HK-36"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Itagert"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Mephite"] [member="Drystan Talroth"] Tagging the folks who have posted in the last couple of pages

"Citizens of the Free StarForge Station," said the stuffy, familiar voice, floating across the station's communication network. "While in our time of flux and insecurity, the business leaders have discussed what will happen to our beloved home- OUTSIDERS have decided that we do not have the power to make our own choices! Outside powers are gathering, to TAKE control of our station from us! Without asking our opinion on the matter- LET ALONE OUR PERMISSION! Citizens of StarForge, we shall not let this insult pass! We shall not allow control of our lives be given calmly into the hands of people who would CONQUER us! CITIZENS! You know me! You know that my place in this station is one where all beings, regardless of species or affiliation can come together over a drink and a meal. But these interlopers have not consulted us! They do not respect us! And they CANNOT HAVE THIS STATION! Rise up! Fight them! And let them know that StarForge Station is NOT free for the TAKING! THAT WE ARE THE MASTERS OF OUR OWN DESTINY!"

​Saede cocked her head, listening to the droid speak his piece, her grin growing ever wider.

"Not bad, if I do say so myself." After all, it's what she'd told him to say.

 

[Thraxis]

Objective A: PVP​

Gang: No one now​

Allies: I guess no one​

Enemies: Everyone else​

Possibly Enemies: [member="Saede Taggart"], [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Erin Vikar"]​

Loadout: In first post​

Objective: Win​

Thraxis had staked it out on his lonesome, he was sure the rest of Dorado would be capable from here, and a bit of personal reconnaissance was never too bad of an idea. Slowly he peeled himself away, making sure the prying eyes of the Trandoshans didn't take note of his leaving if they somehow got caught, they might just give away Thraxis being on his lonesome.

First he darted down the streets, the signs of battle lacing every nook and cranny about the place, his eye looked to the skies, the group had really stuck themselves deep into the ground, though that was never any good when explosives where strapped to most every chest in the structure as well as outside it. Taking a few seconds once he escaped he started to investigate around him, trying to move to far out of their sight would only draw their attention. Then with a reluctant heave and a sigh he found his path our. A festered stank rushing through, almost as if a hurricane of rotted feces came flushing out, his eyes wincing, he had essentially lived with the smell of death but the smell of feces was a whole 'nother board game.

As he peeled off the grate he took his first step in, an unwillingness to proceed stalling his every step as the breeze of fresh air slowly drifted into an abysmal stench of crap and piss. His mouth rolled open, wanting to sigh before quickly snapping back shut, Nope, can't complain. Got stuff to do. he grumbled as his mind wanted to say the words, only for a single breeze to realize the mistake that would be. With haste he made his steps, puddles of green ichor protruding form every corner around him, as if the very sewers themselves had been cut open and let to rot, the foul stench alone creating a haven for the disease to spread and breed into an abundance of stench and vitality.

As he pressed through he could feel the sloshing of crap and piss beneath his feet, his face contorting with every splash until he finally found a ladder, a hundred corners cut, a thousand corridors descended then ascended, these numbers popping into his head as he felt lighter, as if he was about to float to the skies as his lungs heaved in and out, pushing out the disease that had become rabid in its hole of a home. As his fingers gripped the molded ladders he hauled his body up, his grip slipping with every pull as his legs lost their grip in an almost rhythmic fashion, the piss and crap loosening the grip with every step before finally, his arm stretched out, dislocating the grate and hauling his body to freedom, the crisp not disease ridden air uprooting quickly the foul stench that had protruded his lungs.

As he contemplated his new lease on life he looked around, a flopping body of a Trandoshan landing directly on his chest as he heaved, the all too familiar feeling of blood washing over his armor was a joy, the feeling of crap and piss being replaced with a more palatable smell, "Its like.... A gift from the heavens themselves...." he audibly moaned, an arm raising up high before plummeting back down, his hand digging through the body and grabbing slabs of organs, a heavy tear echoing from the corpse as the muscles and nerves bounced the body about, the sight of blood spraying further over him as he started to clean himself down, the now collapsed lungs scrapping and stretching across his armor as stains of crap and piss had decided to make themselves home on his armor.

 

[Olidiv Kenu]

[member="Saede Taggart"] [member="Erin Vikar"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] [member="HK-36"]


The slicer looked up form his datapad. Hell of a preformance. More important were the orbs that were floating about the area. Remote droids with cameras. Cameras that recorded the bartender's impassioned speech, and Saede's "angry local revolution" routine. Multiple braodcasts, edited in rela time. For msot folks, this was the hardest thign in the world. For him, this was standard multi-linear data manipulation. After all, if there was thing the four-armed maniac was better than most at, it was multi-tasking.


Well, that and flirting with random people. He turned towrds Erin and laughed. "Have to say, I've pulled some crazy routines, but stealing na entire city....you guys are a real riot," he said with a snicker, the saber-rake's baritone bustling through. He smiled as he switched data-streams. "Surveillance systems on the station are cracked. I've got video in the streets, I'll patch through to the captain's commlink..." he said as he tapped a few holographic components of the rather large multi-stream lightshow in front of him. A small message were apepar on her personal comm device:


Live switchable video feeds. Watch the action unfold across the streets, a thrilling tale of revolution, where the outlaws defend their port of call against invaders and maniacs!


Olidv Stifled a low chuckle. "Alright, impassioned speeches, revolutionary rhetoric, great lighting, now all we need is a brilliant visual image." If desmond were here to see this, he would've notice the odd crinkle that folded in Olidiv's mask. It was, to put it midly, the closest thing the alien had to apoodoo eating grin, and almost every time it happened, Desmond woudl return the favor, liekly by handing him somethign very, very explosive. He handed the camera off to the droid. "Get my good side," he said with a nod. "While I value your contributions here, I simply can't be upstaged. So, watch this!"


Olidv looked to the alley. [member="Popo"] and his tanks were moving down the street. Few civilians. Fewer still heroes. Now was the time to some soemthign reckless. Truly insane. The tanks is usage had many features, but they weren't designed for urban combat, and they definitely weren't designed for what he had in mind. Tenloss had brilliant engineers. But even the msot brilliant engineers couldn't design thigns compeltely foolproof, because a brilliant engineer could never understand the mindset of a compelte fool. The four-amred man put his datapad in his jacket and faces the recording device now held by the droid. "People of Starforge, I'm Olidv Kenu. Actor. Smuggler. Survivor. You do not stand alone today. You do not, and cannot. These madmen who come with their tanks and their soldiers, to take your homes, and your way of life. This spacer will not stand for it. I will stand agaisnt it, and with you. You may stand behind me, for I aim to take the front," he said, removing his sword from its sheathe in his cane. A vibrosword. Sheath in one hand, blade in the other. The mad man had a few otehr weapons in his duster as well. He ran, giving the camer pelnty of tiem to pan for him, one camera remtoe following his moves as he leapt off the building, aimign to land on top of one of the tanks, sword raised for a downward slash, held with two arms. A stupid plan, but hey--every riot needed a big damned hero.

 

[Noire Vanya Tal]

Hapuntep system
Objective B: PVE- Trade building through any of the local Ado Sector worlds
11/15 post for Aurum Saccs Bank sponsorship expansion into the Ado Sector
NPC Organization Contracts with two organizations | Hapuntep Empire & Eiattu Monarchy
| 14 |

"We are here Mistress."

Noire could not help the slight tremble of nervousness that ran along the length of her hands. With a small smile, the Companion gave the nod to her protocol droids.

"Thank you." a swath of pale blue and silver threaded fabric gave a gentle rustle as she rose to her feet. She was in the damask silks of a saari and robe, a thin but breathable fabric that flattered her dusky skin and dark hair. She had specifically dressed according to local custom, ensuring that the first impression would be as smooth as possible.

There were two other attendants with Noire today. The Kiffar took a breath, shoulders rising as she wished herself over towards the exit ramp. As the hydraulics lowered the ramp, she was washed with the heat wave currently being experienced on Hapuntep.

It was sweltering. A dry heat that seemed to pull the very water from the bones. This would take some getting used to.

Up ahead, the small assembly sent to greet her stood waiting. They wore elaborate gold jewelry and broad headdresses. Their eyes were lined with kohl, and they wore a thin white shift of sorts over their bodies.

Once she stepped out of the ramp, they gave a low bow.

 

[Arieth zh'Vranthi]

Aboard Galactic Alliance Diplomatic Vessel the Dawn of Sullust.
Contract Confirmed for Aurum Saacs Bank



ATTN: Ms. Noire Vanya Tal
Aurum Saacs Bank

Ms. Noire

The Galactic Alliance has reviewed your work with the proposal sent via Aurum Saacs Bank. We are greatly impressed by your contribution and bid. The funds to fulfill the contract will be transferred to your account.

Thank you once again for your contribution.

Ambassador Arieth zh'Vranthi
The Galactic Alliance

 

[Darth Caecus]

Objective A: PVP skirmish -- Crime does pay!
Gang: Crimson Resurgent
Allies: ​@Erin Vikar [member="Olidiv Kenu"] [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"]
Enemies: Enemies of FREEDOM - [member="Popo"] @Causstick Rhan [member="Thraxis"] [member="HK-36"] ???
Objective: Get that Starforge Station booty. Drink and Fight. Manipulate EVERYTHING.
8/20

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9PxOanFjxQ[/media]

All across the station, chit started to get very real. While outsiders had brought tanks and armies of bomb strapped trashcan lizards, the pirates had roused the denizens of the shadow port itself. Thousands of less than savory citizens, emboldened by the holo-cast, poured out from their homes and businesses.

It wasn't an army.

It was a mob.

A rabble.

But they were pissed.

Saede sort of lost track of things at this point. The broadcast had established the pirates on the side of the citizens of StarForge Station, so she wasn't concerned about that. But the fight itself seemed to shrink to just the few meters around her and Thrukk. The red-headed pirate had manipulated the situation and started the fire- but once that had happened, it was largely out of her hands.

Drawing the blaster pistol she *hadn't* lent to the behemouth, she grinned widely, hazel eyes flashing.

"Care to help me make a mess?" She piped to the big fellow.

And with that, she turned, aiming at a trashcan lizard emerging from one of the sewer grates.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Objective A: PVP skirmish -- Crime does pay!
Gang: Crimson Resurgent
Allies: ​[member="Saede Taggart"] | [member="Olidiv Kenu"] | [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"]
Enemies: Brawlers
Objective: Get that Starforge Station booty. Run, Run, Run!
{4}

"Should see us on Taungday, hun." Erin quipped, while checking over her gear. The plan was good. And Saede had that one quality that could see all of them through it: gumption. There were individuals who were afraid to ride the tide once it came, but Taggart wasn't one of 'em. She knew the truth of the matter.

The truth that sometimes you couldn't control the situation. Hell, sometimes you got yourself into some ridiculous crap, simply because you wanted to get yourself a drink or two. You just had to accept it and ride the wave wherever it went. Minutes passed while Kenu worked his magic. Techno magic. It looked pretty complicated, so she gave him wide berth- then again, maybe it was just her. There were a few things that Erin could do and hacking wasn't really one of them.

Finally then, the sound of the droid streamed through the shadowport... followed by Kenu wanting a piece of attention's action.

Erin smirked and shook her head.

"Mistah Kenu, I am unsure if this is a wise course of action..." Then the pirate shrugged. "Seems fun, have at it!" She saw him running off and then settled herself next to the droid, revolver in hand and a finger on her commlink.

[ Cap, Kenu is fixin' up some Tenloss tanks and the droid's secure. Got more for me to do or can I find some trouble? ]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Saede Taggart"], [member="Olidiv Kenu"],


As everything on the station kicked off and apparently a mob begun to form to deal with the tank column and Trandoschan raiders who waged for the supremacy over the structure, HK was able to plug his mind into the holonet of the station. It wasn't to do some grandiose slicing scheme, not to interfere with another slicer's job in spreading more chaos throughout the shadowport, just to track the origin of its signal.

Given the chaos and the fact HK wasn't up to much else it shouldn't have been to difficult for him to pull back the veil and see the point of signal's origin, although probably scrambled and bounced few times.

Either way, as quickly as he had a peek at it, the droid cut off the connection, there was no reason to keep the gates open long enough for someone to allow look at his own mechanical mind. So, through a creative application of his chameleon cloak and using the chaos as a distraction, he made his way through the claustrophobic corridors of the station.

Until finally,

"So, it was you who caused all this trouble on the station?"

[member="Erin Vikar"] could hear a quip shortly after Kenu left her and another droid alone to do his own thing with slashing at a tank or whatever it was. A large armored figure would appear, leaning against threshold of a doorway as he cast off his invisibility cloak, letting it hang off of his shoulders in its usual black appearance.

"I believe we should have a chat."

Whether she knew he was a droid or not, he was pretty much covered from head to toe in armor and masked behind a helmet, she could already tell there was a lot of Phrik plates on him, and some weapons hanging off of his belt including a couple hilts of what seemed to be lightsabers. The armor he wore, although fashioned by the GA, did not bare any additional insignia or marks for once, he had enough insight into the nature of shadowports to not enter one plastered all over with symbols of the establishment.

Still, he had that smug air of a narc around him.

Although he didn't seem hostile, at least for now.