Hannibal Oryen
Slick Fondorian
VAL'HALA, OLYMPIA SYSTEM
OLYMPUS, BANK OF OLYMPUS
@[member="Serock Hoath"] | @[member="Juthan'Athar"] | @[member="Thrash"] | @[member="Nova Thanewulf"]
The Arrow-23 Transport Landspeeder was not a very well known design, even less so on Val'Hala. There were few if any who recognized it for what it was- a military landspeeder that presently had its weapons retracted. Even if people did notice the peculiar model and what disastrous intent the owners likely held, they would have no way of stopping it. Val'Hala did not have a police force. Instead, it had a very large caste of "warriors" that basically doled out whatever justice they felt like. If the mood happened to strike them right. Street justice ran by an army of vigilantes. It was absolutely disgusting.
But Hannibal wasn't driving this big, heavily armed and armored landspeeder up to this particular branch of the Bank of Olympus to incite some glorious revolution on Val'Hala to rid the planet of its primitive caste system and inefficient oligarchy. He was here because this bank was a pretty popular destination for Val'Hala's moronic upper castes. They hid a lot of jewels, trinkets, and other valuable artifacts in this bank's safe deposit boxes. Not to mention how much would be there in cold, hard Credit chips. This would be a good haul that would lead to good things. But like with all good heists, he needed some dirty work to be done beforehand.
Hannibal parallel parked in front of the bank with the adroit skill of someone who frequently parallel parked. Another hint to Hannibal's totally mysterious past. He turned around in his seat. Riding shotgun with him was the Croke, Thrash. In the passenger seats behind him sat Juthan, Serock, and Nova. Reliable folks. Otherwise, he would not have brought them.
"Ight," Hannibal said to them, before turning to look at Thrash. The Croke was presently disguised as the head of security supervision for this firm. Hannibal did homework beforehand. The current head of security was tied up in his house. His wife would find him when she returned from visiting family on the otherwise of the planet in thirteen hours.
Again, homework.
"Croakie, you know what ta do. Get in there, get to ya office, shut down the alarm and the cameras." Hannibal reached into his pocket, retrieving a crumpled piece of flimsiplast with a password and some bloodstains. "That's the password. Don't lend to much thought to it, dig? Radio us on th' commlink when at's done. 'en we can get this show on th' road."
OLYMPUS, BANK OF OLYMPUS
@[member="Serock Hoath"] | @[member="Juthan'Athar"] | @[member="Thrash"] | @[member="Nova Thanewulf"]
The Arrow-23 Transport Landspeeder was not a very well known design, even less so on Val'Hala. There were few if any who recognized it for what it was- a military landspeeder that presently had its weapons retracted. Even if people did notice the peculiar model and what disastrous intent the owners likely held, they would have no way of stopping it. Val'Hala did not have a police force. Instead, it had a very large caste of "warriors" that basically doled out whatever justice they felt like. If the mood happened to strike them right. Street justice ran by an army of vigilantes. It was absolutely disgusting.
But Hannibal wasn't driving this big, heavily armed and armored landspeeder up to this particular branch of the Bank of Olympus to incite some glorious revolution on Val'Hala to rid the planet of its primitive caste system and inefficient oligarchy. He was here because this bank was a pretty popular destination for Val'Hala's moronic upper castes. They hid a lot of jewels, trinkets, and other valuable artifacts in this bank's safe deposit boxes. Not to mention how much would be there in cold, hard Credit chips. This would be a good haul that would lead to good things. But like with all good heists, he needed some dirty work to be done beforehand.
Hannibal parallel parked in front of the bank with the adroit skill of someone who frequently parallel parked. Another hint to Hannibal's totally mysterious past. He turned around in his seat. Riding shotgun with him was the Croke, Thrash. In the passenger seats behind him sat Juthan, Serock, and Nova. Reliable folks. Otherwise, he would not have brought them.
"Ight," Hannibal said to them, before turning to look at Thrash. The Croke was presently disguised as the head of security supervision for this firm. Hannibal did homework beforehand. The current head of security was tied up in his house. His wife would find him when she returned from visiting family on the otherwise of the planet in thirteen hours.
Again, homework.
"Croakie, you know what ta do. Get in there, get to ya office, shut down the alarm and the cameras." Hannibal reached into his pocket, retrieving a crumpled piece of flimsiplast with a password and some bloodstains. "That's the password. Don't lend to much thought to it, dig? Radio us on th' commlink when at's done. 'en we can get this show on th' road."