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Faction The Family - We Make Our Own Justice

Business, Espionage & Faith

06:47; 19-345 Promenade, Denon
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M A R C E L L A⠀ F I O R A


'Unchain My Heart'

Almost a galactic standard year had passed since Malcoma Hesse Malcoma Hesse 's incident on Denon, months of scouring the galaxy for her abductor, Jysya Irard, had passed with no fruition thus prompting a call to action after months of patient waiting. Today, the family would be paying a visit to Jysya’s hostel which has remained in-operation under her right-hand girl, Tenga Adis~ who’s hostel wouldn’t be in-operation for much longer.

Early morning rays of sun hit the promenade as the hostel, Crimson Sunset at 19-345, sat quietly while patrons and staff began to awaken from their final slumber. Little movement could be seen on the promenade from the building across- a dusty, decrepit office block that had gone unused for a number of years, where members of Kosa Nostra staged their deadly assault.

Around twelve goons occupied the office building alongside key members of The Family specifically chosen for the mission, weapons and equipment strewn atop tables as the sun illuminated the room in a bright, golden tint- highlighting years upon years of now unsettled dust as the continued movement of the group creaked the doors and floors of the poorly constructed block.

As folks began to finish gathering their equipment, Marcy’ gathered the whole team into what was once a conference room. Cigarra in-hand, she stood atop a small box in an effort to look each member of her family in the eyes~ some of whom she recognised and some she hadn’t seen before.

Gazing intently into the quieting crowd, she began her briefing; “
Some time ago now, a friend of ours, Malcoma Hesse, was kidnapped & assaulted by the very people you see across the road~” she pointed out of the window with her cigarra, pointing out the location of the Crimson Sunset hostel.

Taking a puff of her cigarra, she continued, “
since then, we’ve been searching for her abductor, Jysya, with the help of Malcoma though to no avail..” Marcy’ flicked some ash from her cigarra, “thus, it’s our job to put the Crimson Sunset out of business and to collect its current manager, Tenga Adis, so our Malcoma may have a word with her..

Stepping down from her box with her cigarra held between her lips, she moved towards the central table and opened a box that lay atop it~ a number of thermal detonators sat within for distribution between each of them.

We’ve chosen early morning to send a message- we’ve got a team on the ground already feeding us intel, there’s little civilian presence and..” her eyes shifted to Xiann Sivron Xiann Sivron , “our slicer here will delay CorpSec’s response, this’ll allow enough time for local gangs to witness the aftermath of incurring our wrath,” she slid the box into the middle of the table, inviting everyone to pick one up.

They’re all set on a timer~ we’ll have twenty minutes once the first one is planted, so we’ll need to keep pleasantries short..” her eyes passed over each of them, “you’re to eliminate any security & neutralise the receptionists and good-working folk, do NOT harm the patrons- we don’t know who’s in there..

Marcy’ paused for another moment, taking the cigarra from her lips and holding them between her fingers, “
evacuate those who needn’t die, plant the detonators as you go and form up by the manager’s office~ that’s where she’ll be, we’ll move her to a secure facility; once we’re done, we’ll disperse and let the clean-up crew eliminate any proof of our presence from our staging area.

Any questions?

Special thanks to Malcoma Hesse Malcoma Hesse who has given us permission to cover the aftermath of Conference & Consequence, which started back in March 2022, https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/conference-and-consequence-invite.163997/, and for use of her artwork.

Mairéad Solus Mairéad Solus , Ragos Terrek Ragos Terrek , Samuel Exel Samuel Exel , Jai'galaar Gred Jai'galaar Gred , Xiann Sivron Xiann Sivron , Vincenzo Valentine Vincenzo Valentine , Elafuh Thaal Elafuh Thaal


 
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Location: Denon, Promenade
Objective: Revenge and Message delivery
Tags: Marcella Fiora Marcella Fiora

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Mairéad was not familiar with Malcoma Hesse Malcoma Hesse , but she was familiar with the story, and it was not a good one and she was more than ready to pull this job with her Caporegime to send a message. Being Family meant something, you hurt one of us, you hurt us all. The Capodecina listened to Marcella Fiora Marcella Fiora give the briefing to the group and then as she finished speaking she stubbed out her own Cigarra and spoke to the group. "A lot of the staff here are young innocent women, if we can have them escorted out safely, I have arranged for an unmarked vehicle to take them to my ship and get them off world." she paused and turned to the other box next to the table.

"And we have another gift for each of you should you wish." she clipped open the box and opened it, the top layer had a row of five foam packed FDS-5R and below that there were five more. "These weapons, each lovingly crafted by our boss are perfect for the close engagement we are likely to face, each has a 600 round power pack, if you need more than that, who are you shooting?" she laughed and picked one up for herself and looking down the sights. These guns were impressive, intimidating, but not so large as to be overkill, the perfect tool for an assault by quality gangsters.

She placed the gun down again and pulled out her earpiece. "You have all been given one of these earpieces this morning to keep us in contact, I hope you have familiarised yourself with their use." she smiled and placed her earpiece back in. That seemed to be everything, she hoped she was fulfilling her job according the Marcella's high standards. She had worked with most of the Family members present, Xiann Sivron Xiann Sivron was a bit of an unknown quantity, but then so was Mairéad herself not all that long ago, now look at her.

She stepped back to allow for any questions and cupped her hand around her lighted, sparking up a new cigarra. They did not have long before they would be leaving, Mairéad was ready to get this done.

 
"Can I be honest wit you?" Ragos asked.

There was no better time for it. Honestly, that is. He was sat on the end of a strange bed, stripped down to his boxers. Goosebumps and tattoos covered his dark skin as he sat looking at a young woman kneeling in front of him. She was devaronian and she had eyes like molten gold. Ragos had a hell of a time looking her in the eye because at the moment she was wearing even less than he was.

He took time to look at all the places you would expect him to look, he was a young man after all but his eyes lingered longest on the faded white scars that popped up every so often, a sharp contrast on the red of her flesh.

"I'm not really here as a customer." He told her. She looked at him, a knowing smirk on her face. "Well not just a customer. I'm on a mission." He confessed.

A few days ago Ragos had received a message. From Marcella herself, or at least from her office, I mean the chit had her name attached.

It was brief but the details were plain. There was a job for him on Denon. Take some credits, travel to Denon, stay in a hostel called the Crimson Sunset—"hostel" had been in quotes— wear this funky earpiece and provide the listeners on the other end intel in the place, comings, goings, entrances, exits, number of staff and how many were armed, that kind of chit. In other words—easy creds.

"What kinda mission?" The beautiful red woman asked Ragos.

"I'm tryna steal you." He told her. She laughed.

"Steal me?" She asked bright grin still on her face.

"One-hunned. I got business on Coruscant, I need someone to run." He said. She laughed again.

"What kind of business you got that you think I could run?"

She laughed some more. Ragos just looked at her until it dawned on her. There was only one thing he knew that she knew how ta do. It was mostly bad business tryin to poach someone else's girls but Ragos knew this place wasn't gonna be around much longer.

Oh chit. I really hope I remembered how to turn that fething earpiece off last night.

The last thing he needed was a bunch of folks hearing him play his customer role with conviction.

Mairéad Solus Mairéad Solus Samuel Exel Samuel Exel Jai'galaar Gred Jai'galaar Gred Elafuh Thaal Elafuh Thaal Xiann Sivron Xiann Sivron Vincenzo Valentine Vincenzo Valentine Marcella Fiora Marcella Fiora
 
Xiann had her head down staring at her pistols, doing her final checks on them when Marcella said her name and named her as the slicer of the troupe. The woman didn’t even look up but gave a light wave of her hand to the group, before picking up her blasters and placing them in their holsters on her thighs. Picking up her datapad, she tapped three security spikes onto it one at a time before sliding them into loops on her waist and finally sliding the pad into a pouch on the other side of her belt.

The slicer waited for the reveal of the bigger guns from the crate before speaking up, “I hope you all noticed the wording there, I can only delay the call, not stop it entirely. And while I will do everything I can to give us all the time we need, if their system is…” She paused trying to think of a proper way to explain it, “If their systems are outdated, which places like this often are, there is a limit to what I can do.”

She picked up one of the larger guns from the crate, “So if you can, be quick.” She raised the gun into shoulder and looked down the sights, the weight of it causing her to lean forward slightly, nearly pulling her completely off balance, “Be efficient.” With an annoyed click of her tongue she put the gun back in the crate, it was way too big for her, “And try not to get shot. I fix machines, not people.”

Marcella Fiora Marcella Fiora Mairéad Solus Mairéad Solus Ragos Terrek Ragos Terrek Samuel Exel Samuel Exel Jai'galaar Gred Jai'galaar Gred Elafuh Thaal Elafuh Thaal Vincenzo Valentine Vincenzo Valentine
 
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Jai looked, apparently this had become his job recently. Deal with people who did... one of the worst things he could think of. He'd brought his Mite, hoping to be more discrete if needed. So they needed to get the innocent folks out, and be sure as the Force no one else made it out. Well he needed better weap.... He looked at the boxes Mai brought, glowing eyes looking over the weapon it contained as he put in his earpiece.

"E-chu-ta Mai! This is one beautiful weapon. Here I though we'd be quiet." He showed the small revolver before checking the rapid fire weapon. Seemed good. Large ammo capacity. Comfortable. Seemed nice. He looked over, hearing Xian, nodding a bit.

"Do what you can kid, and we'll try to be quick." It was pretty clear Jai was taking the younger Twi'lekk seriously, even if he called her kid. He wasn't much older when he was fighting Sith.... Good times, some might say. Not something he liked to remember much. He then looked at Marcy, given a nod as he prepped his weapon.

"We'll make sure they get the message boss." He also wondered how Ragos was do.... Who was he kidding. The man was probably fine.

Marcella Fiora Marcella Fiora Mairéad Solus Mairéad Solus Xiann Sivron Xiann Sivron Ragos Terrek Ragos Terrek Samuel Exel Samuel Exel Elafuh Thaal Elafuh Thaal Vincenzo Valentine Vincenzo Valentine
 

Denon, Promenade


It was known by now to The Family that Samuel Exel was somewhat reserved when it came to what jobs he took - even if they paid well. At least, if they listened to what he said on missions, and the criticisms of others he had worked with in the past. For a Bounty Hunter, he must’ve been the least violent one around at this rate. He wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case, but there were a few people who respected his views, this he will admit. Wordlessly, he appreciated that.

Marcella Fiora’s jobs, however, were among his most preferred, to the point she was his preferred ‘employer,’ even over Ivory Stroud - granted, he was aware the former listened to the latter, and therefore he should as well, but it was Marcella who was the one who hired him and his wife to work at the Star Lounge. That made her his ‘permanent’ employer, in a sense, on a first-come-first-serve basis. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if he enjoyed tending to the bar or Bounty Hunting more, these days; a fact he thought he had nailed down in the previous place given how bad the conditions were, but has since become unclear.

Most of the contracts offered were criminal in nature. But, so often was his profession as well. In particular, this one was ‘criminal on criminal,’ so he held few issues with taking up the contract, so long as no innocents were harmed. Reluctantly, he arrived in his crimson-black suit, designed for combat of a more refined variety that so often he eschewed. Samuel would have taken his armor, but out of respect for what Marcella’s preferences clearly were, he made the choice to arrive in this attire. Regardless, he still bore a bodyglove and helmet that masked his body and face; although those who were already familiar with the man’s build and clothing from the Star Lounge could perhaps tell it apart. He didn’t want spare security camera footage or witnesses knowing just who the man was - he had things to look out for. There were plenty of crimson-suit wearing individuals, as burly as he, being used as enforcers probably.

As usual, he was already well-equipped, and well-prepared for the assignment at hand. He listened along to the briefing, first to Marcella, then to Mairead. He was not familiar with the story, but the kidnapping did not sound pleasant. It never was. When Mairead mentioned ferrying the staff elsewhere, he peered over, a still-modulated voice speaking up. “Won’t they think they’re being kidnapped instead?” A small query, but an important one nonetheless; it could avert complications later to have this worked out now. He was intrigued by the offer of weapons, and half-tempted to accept, but he had already brought his own. Mandalorian-make, adjustable, and though its higher settings might be unneeded extra firepower, he gave a small comment in response to the Capodecima’s words; “You’d be surprised what sort of individuals can work in the Security Business.” With mild, reflective amusement in his tone. He, after all, worked seemingly small-time establishments as a heavily armored individual in the past. He was not keen on facing someone akin to himself unprepared. Besides, having everyone use the same weapon was redundant. Versatility, just in case, was always helpful. It was his priority rule, after all.

“...Miss Fiora, you said to neutralize the receptionists and good-working folk. If you mean by stun, I think that might be a bit difficult to carry them all out. Same with, any innocents.” Head tilts some, from his spot towards the side of the room. “Might I propose pulling the fire alarm, to get folk out of the building with a bit more urgency? From what we’re doing, there is about to be one, anyways.” Explosives in this environment always was an uneasy subject for him. Samuel was no terrorist, and had no intentions of becoming one on this day. He wanted no casualties because of sloppy work. Unseen visage shifted to the slicer, “I’d assume it’d be linked to the same signal, or calls would be from the same area you’re working in. If you were able to block it,” Mask’s gaze returned to rest on Marcella. “Would it be an acceptable option?”

As he posed the question, he adjusted the earpiece placed under the mask, and stepped towards the table to place a few extra grenades in the pouches of his MESS. He didn’t trust the earpiece very much; it supposedly worked telepathically, so he kept his thoughts and mind guarded out of concern for something slipping out - unnecessary as it was. He could work it if need be, but it might take a moment to ‘will’ it to talk.

Marcella Fiora Marcella Fiora , Mairéad Solus Mairéad Solus , Ragos Terrek Ragos Terrek , Xiann Sivron Xiann Sivron , Jai'galaar Gred Jai'galaar Gred

 
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"Madonn, look at this place... Plush seats, expensive drinks, beautiful women, and good music. I think I'm in heaven."

"Just wait, honey. You haven't seen anything yet."

The Twi'lek girl grabbed his hand, and tugged him forward - leading the finely-dressed older human away from the front door and through a set of beads which concealed the main room of the club. The drapery rattled as it struck his shoulders & face, falling away back into place. Vincenzo followed the woman's lead, marveling at the luxurious decor. Reds, golds, yellows, oranges; the interior of the Crimson Sunset was something to remember.

A wide grin was plastered on Vinny's face as he followed the girl's lead, clutching her small hand in his own. She led him to a back corner booth, and promised to return shortly with a menu. The Mafioso took a seat, allowing himself a moment to relax. With a sigh, he settled in, feeling the cushions beneath him provide a bit of support to his aching back. As Vinny waited, he took a moment to check his watch - and the timer blinking upon it. It was a shame this place wouldn't be around much longer.

Maybe he could use some of his savings to build a place like it back on Coruscant. A little retirement plan of his own, just in case.

The comforting weight of a concealed blaster, tucked underneath his left armpit, served as a constant reminder that tonight wasn't just about having a little fun. He had a job to do, when the time came... securing the DJ Booth, where the Powers That Be believed the "heavy artillery" lay. But that wasn't gonna happen for at least a while longer.

When the orange-skinned twi'lek returned & slid into the booth next to him, he played the part of a wealthy business-man all too well. In his fine suit & glossy black shoes, he looked like a million creds. Vinny ordered a drink & made conversation - drawing the attention of a few other patrons with a bout of laughter as he tried to flick an ice cube toward his companion for the evening.

All the while, concealed behind his mask, lay the professional & disciplined mind of a predator.

 
Business, Espionage & Faith

06:48; 19-345 Promenade, Denon
M A R C E L L A⠀ F I O R A

'Dies Irae'

"Mhm," she agreed with Mai', "get the workers out to safety~" her eyes darted across to Samuel, "poor choice of words, simply extract them, nothing more- the rest you're free to dispatch at your own discretion.. as for the fire alarm, if we're running short on time, we'll discuss it then." Now facing Xiann, she appreciated her input, "ta', Xiann," she'd retort before handing a respectful nod to Jai' for his comment.

"
We've got Ragos & Vincenzo inside~ rendezvous with them when you can," she placed her cigarra gently on the table for the clean-up crew to dispose of, "c'mon then," she nudged the team to get moving. Grabbing her sidearm only, she'd lead the team outside of the office block, across the promenade and into Crimson Sunset territory.

Two guards were stationed outside of the entrance~ Marcy' relied on her people to take them out before they entered.


(This is your time to shine, feel free to splinter off and operate how you wish, either by escorting staff members outside of the building or eliminating security (and placing bombs!!)~ Marcy' will be making her way to the main office should anyone want to tag along with her!)

Mairéad Solus Mairéad Solus , Ragos Terrek Ragos Terrek , Samuel Exel Samuel Exel , Jai'galaar Gred Jai'galaar Gred , Xiann Sivron Xiann Sivron , Vincenzo Valentine Vincenzo Valentine , Elafuh Thaal Elafuh Thaal


 

Location: Denon, Promenade
Objective: Revenge and Message delivery
Tags: Marcella Fiora Marcella Fiora

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The two guards outside the door meant they had to start quickly and quietly, they could start shooting until all of them were inside, if they were to here gunshots, a single flick of a switch could potentially security lock the front door and change the nature of their assault entirely. "I will go first an neutralise the guards outside, I will make sure it is quiet, but don't be far behind."

Mai slipped onto the shoulder so it was mostly behind her back, impossible to completely hide, but it allowed her to keep her hands free and appear unarmed. She walked down then corridor and across the promenade, activating her serenity bracelet and putting a few paces in to get a lead on her allies. "Hey, you got a reservation here love?" asked the doorman as she approached. "And you can't bring that in here, hang on" the guard wasnt happy with the clearly armed woman and wanted to call it in. He leaned down and clicked to talk in to his communication device, only to find static, he lifted his head to look back at Mairéad but it was too late, the witch was on him, with one hand she grabbed his neck, instantly freezing his throat and suffocating him, with her other she lashed out and a lance of of cold air froze and punched clear through the sternum of the other guard leaving a deep red shard of ice sticking out of his back where the water and blood inside his body had frozen. The two of them fell to the floor without a scream and Mairéad looked back at her allies before deactivating her bracelet and disappearing inside the door.

The silent breach had left the occupants of the lavish Hotel completely oblivious to the danger that they were in, and Mairéad had a few seconds to simply admire the gaudy decorations in here before her colleagues came through the door behind her. She nearly pitied the owners of this place, but what they had done to Malcoma Hesse Malcoma Hesse put them well beyond any sympathy she might have. Mairéad sent a message to her allies through her earpiece. <<Two females on front desk, two armed guards on upper balcony, single guard by curtain at the back. Alarm yet..... Ragos Terrek Ragos Terrek , what's your situation?"

 
Tag: Mairéad Solus Mairéad Solus Ragos Terrek Ragos Terrek Samuel Exel Samuel Exel Jai'galaar Gred Jai'galaar Gred Vincenzo Valentine Vincenzo Valentine Elafuh Thaal Elafuh Thaal Marcella Fiora Marcella Fiora

Xiann stood ready by the door as Mai left and went to work her magic on the door guards. Literally. “Huh, bet she’s real handy at a barbeque.” As soon as the guards were dealt with and the look was given, the Twi’lek quick-stepped across the road and through the door behind Mai. She didn’t stop when her companion did however and headed straight for the front desk. With a slight hop her hip hit the top of the desk and she slid to the other side. “Hey, what are you doing you can’t-” A raised finger silenced the ladies protests, “Boss says we have a rat in the building, if you raise your voice they’re going to run.” She glanced over to the receptionist as she slotted one of her spikes into the I/O port on the desk, “And I guarantee I won’t be the one explaining why he got away. You follow?”

The slicer looked back to the screens, opened a few panels and saw the internal alarm had been disabled completely. She looked up to Mai, “We’re in luck. Must be an old system it’s completely-” She was cut off as an alert appeared on screen warning of the disabled alarm and asking for a security code. “Uh-oh.” She was not expecting a secondary security system to trigger when the primary was turned off. “Krak. Krak. Krak. Errr…” Her mind began to race. Her spikes couldn’t deal with this. It was an offsite system. If the code wasn’t entered an alarm signal would be sent anyway and corsec would be her within minutes.

Xiann pointed at Mai, “Shut up, you’re distracting me. I can’t think with all your noise. Wait, no. You’re a genius!” The twi’lek used the terminal in front of her to dial the corsec building in the city. As it dialed she closed her eyes to focus and took a deep breath, “Who is this? How did-” Xiann interrupted the voice with a raised voice of her own, “THIS IS LEIUTENANT HRAT’NA, WE HAVE A BREACH INITIATE EMERGENCY PROTOCOL 3165. REPEAT, WE HAVE A BREACH INITIATE EMERGENCY PROTOCOL 3165.” An instant of silence before the voice returned, “Understood. initiating proto-” The line went dead cutting off the voice.

The Twi’lek rested the palms of her hands on the desk, leaned forward and hung her head as she let out a sigh of relief. A few deep breaths calmed her again and she looked over to Mai and any others that had entered while she worked, “Well, that’s one trump card gone already. I can’t stop the second alarm but I just triggered a complete lockdown of all corsec buildings while they scan for a security breach. Should take about ten minutes, another five to get back online and receive the alarm, then just travel time to get here. I suggest that we scarper before the fifteen minute mark.

She straightened back up again, knowing that her panicked yelling probably drew at least some attention. “Also, fellas, if you say you’re going to call a girl tomorrow. Call her.” Removing one blaster from it’s holster, “I’ll stay here and try and grab anything from the system and watch the door. So you guys go have some fun.” She flashed a smile and a wink to her gathered comrades, “Don’t forget to pick me up something from the bar.”
 
Jai had sat behind for this, letting Mai handle the guards before standing near the exit to let ice witch and Xian handle the initial work. of scouting and tricking. He couldn't help, but smirk as he listened though. Honestly he loved that, but his turn. He'd slide the repeater behind his cloak, almost seeming to stumble in, and walk a bit over to the guard at the back. The on good think about hiding his own accent for so long, he had developed a bit of a knack for changing his voice a little.

"'Cuse me slir. I haave an appointmount." He was giving his best performance of someone who was drunk as young Mandalorian trying tihaar for the first time.... Ok maybe from experience, but that wasn't important right now. It had come in hand for sneaking close to bounty targets in the past, so he figured it would work now. Even then, what was important was what he was holding, hidden under his chosen attire. One of his vibrodaggers. He tripped into the guard, using the distraction to keep the guard from noticing the blade slipped behind them. "You're... you're a good catch.... But I'm not drunk." As he said the last bit he quickly jammed the dagger behind the guard with a hand over their mouth before turning and and sheaving the weapon, pulling the repeater around from under his cloak in what seemed like single motion.

He then looked, giving a nod to the other as he finished prepping the repeater. He then peek through the curtain as best he could, swapping between a few vision setting in his eyes to try and see what was there, or spy weapons from more guards. He'd then whisper in the comm. "What kind of guy do you take me for, kid?" He said with a bit of sarcasm before continuing. "Ready to move when you are though guys."

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Denon, Promenade


His compatriots all had their plans, small tricks to play. The two guards out front were snuffed out in swift and clean manners - all the while the methods were noted for later. Ever-watchful, ever-paranoid, as he always was. Regardless, they worked well enough, and Exel was not long behind them after the front guards were cleared. His Auto-blaster was neatly concealed beneath his coat until safely inside the establishment. Didn’t need passing civilians getting involved by eyesight, as it were.

Once inside, the Twi’lek - of which he was only vaguely familiar with by then - had made her own bold move; seizing control of the front. A swift diversion, and now a time limit. Things never went to plan, and the Bounty Hunter was all-too-ready to adapt when needed.

He continued his momentum forwards into the lobby, eager to get his objective done and out of the way. However, Samuel seemed to be maintaining a close proximity with Marcella Fiora Marcella Fiora this time around, rather than split off as he typically would. Perhaps it was a worry for a repeat of what happened to the previous Capo he was on a mission with, or merely just instinct from his time as a Bodyguard. As per his policy,

He merely had no intention to allow the same thing to happen twice, regardless of his involvement.

Attention was more than drawn, and so the compact repeater was slid out from the rigging under the shadow of the coat. With a swift flick of a dial, it was set to a low setting, although ‘low’ when it came to his equipment merely meant ‘not too destructive.’ If more discretion was needed, he would hide it again, but he doubted the Main Office was going to be in a pleasant state in the midst of a lockdown. Lockdowns, in his experience, were not pleasant on Denon. If any trouble went their way, it would soon be dealt with the precise efficiency that was characteristic in the Bounty Hunter.

Marcella Fiora Marcella Fiora , Mairéad Solus Mairéad Solus , Ragos Terrek Ragos Terrek , Xiann Sivron Xiann Sivron , Jai'galaar Gred Jai'galaar Gred , Vincenzo Valentine Vincenzo Valentine

 
There was a knock at the door and without so much as a "give me a minute." It slid open and in stepped a rather large dowutin. Security by the look of him.

"Situation downstairs. Stay in the room until I come give you the okay, okay?" He said to the devaronian woman. She clicked her tongue impatiently and assured him they didn't plan on going anywhere soon.

<<Ragos, what's your situation?>> Mai's voice asked in his head.

<<I'm working on it.>> Ragos thought

"I'm working on it." Ragos said.

"What was that?" The guard asked, turning to state suspiciously at Ragos.

Kark. For not the first time Ragos forgot that the fetching earpiece was neuro-linked and that he was in fact smart enough to not speak every thought that wandered into his head out loud.

<<Uh…>>

"Uh…I asked what they were working on, that's why we have to stay in our rooms right?"

<<For feth sake Ghost could you be any more lame?>>

The look on the guard's face suggested that he was not buying what Ragos was trying to sell and that chit was that some real bad advertisement to have happen if his first real work with Marcella. 'Mr. Could-Sell-Ice-To-A-Wampa' can't even talk his way past mid morning security at a whore house.

"I think we have a problem." The guard said into his comm.

<<Chit.>>

"Chit," Ragos breathed as he launched himself from the bed at the security man.

If anyone had seen the fight they would've marveled at Ragos crisp footwork, sharp, swift, accurate strikes and ability to take a punch and keep fighting. They however couldn't see but only "hear" the scene over the neuro-link and that probably sounded something like…

<<Chit!>>

That would have been followed by a furious shaking of his hand after landing the first punch and finding out the guy's head was like a feth rock

<<What the feth?>>

Thought immediately after his opponent didn't go down after a very solid left.

<<Kark that was close.>>

An obvious near miss by his opponent.

<< Fething Force damned chit.>>

This would've been as he was sent crashing over the bed

<<Ow>>

Hitting the floor.

<<What the fe…CHIT!!>>

That would've been when Ragos just barely avoided being hit with the bedside table that had been hurled at him.

<<Thank kark.>>

His holdout pistol had fallen from the same table after it crashed against the wall and had found a home in Ragos hand.

<<Oh feth, kark, kark, chit>>

The first blaster bolt failed to drop the guy but the next two seemed to do the trick.

<<Kark me running>>

After calming the Devaronian woman, Ragos gave her the location of Mai's waiting transport off world and told her to collect as many of the other girls as she could to get them out. He'd also gave her an address and a name on Coruscant if her and any of the other girls did decide to come work for Ragos instead of risking it out in the big wide galaxy.

After her very altruistic act of kindness Ragos burst from his room and ran down the hall in nothing more than his boxers and socks, blaster in hand, unsure of what it was he was actually running towards.

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