Marcella Fiora
Mafiosa Executive
06:47; 19-345 Promenade, Denon
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
'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
, “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.”
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
, “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
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
,
Ragos Terrek
,
Samuel Exel
,
Jai'galaar Gred
,
Xiann Sivron
,
Vincenzo Valentine
,
Elafuh Thaal
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