Faction Underworld: 1313 | Black Hand Collective & Friends

[Lilia Arma]

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Feth, I'm late.​

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Tag: Aloy Vizsla , Tahlah Vizsla, Darsch Vizsla, Volts , Adi'ka Awaud , Jaster Awaud, Alana Calloway, Reeve Bralor, Dominik Borra , Eliz, Elmox Ro, Karr Jaxion, Tan'yill Vizsla ​

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Lilia let out a sigh of relief when she found herself walking through level 1313. Being down here in the height of scum and villainy was where she belonged, not meditating in an isolated chamber on Coruscant. They could never truly understand who she was and she was not going to change for any order or any master. She was her own master, and the Black Hand Collective offered her a solution she thought she would never have again. Yet here she was. Finally free with individuals who had the same goals as she did and wished to fight for the same goals as her.​

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Apparently though her boss was going through an arms deal and was about to stir shit up. Quite a way to introduce members of the collective to one another. Don't think any of these mercs were expecting a Jedi to show up but there she was, one of the many hooded figures who found their way treading through Coruscant's underworld. ​

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The location for the deal was near and she could feel a disturbance in the force. The fighting was getting intense and with a sense of urgency, Lilia rushed her way to the meetup location. The sounds of blaster fire could be heard in the distance as she knew she was heading in the right location. Approaching a cluster of storage containers, Lilia hopped her way up to the highest one where she could get a vantage view of the whole ordeal that had occurred. Bodies were all over the floor and it didn't look like the Black Hand was suffering any losses but they were sure as hell getting their asses kicked... slightly. But what a colorful cast they had. A diverse array of Mandolorians and an old clone with phase I armor. ​

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She looked down and saw some mercs rushing to the aid of the dealer and their body guards. Guess this was her chance to shine. Like all force users, she jumped down from her high point and landed cleanly on the floor, catching the attention of the merc squad. Lilia then threw her robe to the side and ignited her double bladed blue lightsaber and shrugged as she saw the perplexed mercenaries. They opened fire on her and Lilia effortlessly deflected the blaster bolts and slashed her way to meet her new comrades. ​

 

[Tahlah Vizsla]

BATTLE'S OVER?​

Tag: Aloy Vizsla Alana Calloway Tan'yill Vizsla Dominik Borra Volts Lilia Arma







A few extra body guards stood on the other side of the alley. The threats from Tan'yill must have froze them in place through the bit of intimidation from that and that they were getting their tail-ends kicked very hard. Though, they were not standing for much longer as a few glowing hums later, they were no more. A Jedi here would certainly complicate things, but they had to continue as they were anyways. Tahlah then poked her head out one last time to see if more were left standing. It then seemed that as fast as the battle began, it seemed to have ended --mostly. The shooting was over, now it was negotiations between the two sides. The Rodian arms dealer was being held hostage by one of his own bodyguards. That part of the situation, Tahlah found somewhat amusing. Goes to show the nature of many of the mercenaries out there. At least, that was what she thought until the man said the Rodian had "connections" the other needed. The thought intrigued the young vod. What could be his necessity for the runt of a alien man?

The Alor was on the ground with her wife tending to the blow. Thanks to the beskar, the disruptor did not painfully disintegrate Aloy. The woman was the Black Hands paragon. That was the tough thing with such small groups that are in their fledgling stages. Tahlah knew very well already, but it seemed to sink in far more now than with the rogue band of Vizslas. With those, if one died, it was more of a loss as the closer bonds would be hard to heal now that one was taken. She heard a few stories of even when one of their leaders, a man named Cassus, was killed in combat. The group nearly went extinct due to the head on the shoulders of the small organization being lopped off like that. She never had a loss during her time with them, and she began to wonder how they were currently for a brief moment. However, the reminiscing was cut shorter by the revelation that she had to do better. She let her guard down on Concordia and lost her arm for it. She has to also watch for those close. Otherwise, their ranks may not be as lucky as the Alor just was. At least Aloy was still in a joking mood.

She kept her pistols drawn, and joined Volts by standing on the other flank of the two men before them. Something just seemed to click in her mind, and she spoke despite the zen of combat still in her a bit. The tone was flat like the past, but there was more intent that just reporting objective and position. "Your boss here has a specific connection we need as well. How valuable are the connections you say you need? Are they more valuable than hunting down someone who has betrayed their people and putting them down for it? Are your connections more important than this mission of ours? You can always find another employer as a merc. What makes him", as she gestures at the Rodian with her left pistol, "so valuable to you? Best start talking now, because our freind there is quite angry, and would probably be far less merciful than rest of us here."

 

[Dominik Borra]

The idiots that Dominik hardly called his co-workers opened fire on the fething Jedi that dropped out of nowhere. Back in the day that would give him cause to grind his teeth, hold the rodian harder and maybe put the disrupter to his head to keep everyone back. But Dominik wasn't really afraid of Jedi anymore. Well, they were extremely dangerous to anybody and Dominik didn't dispute that, but he had been on a few Jedi's good side as of recently. He saw them more as respectable allies-to-be rather than threats. They were the good guys, at least the fully Light-sided ones were. Grey's were still case-by-case for Dominik. If these Mandalorians who just had a war with the Grey Jedi had a Grey or normal Jedi among them, that meant something big. They had joined up for something.

And then another Mandalorian came over by the clone trooper. Dominik kept his aim on the trooper who had an aim on him. Turning from him would be a death sentence if he was any good of a shot. Dominik adjusted slowly to point his gun over the Rodian's right shoulder, Dominik's face hidden all but his right eye that peaked out from behind.

As she spoke, Dominik briefly wondered how long it had been since he had gotten himself into this sticky of a situation. Normally he was the one aiming for the guy taking a hostage, not the other way around. But he didn't miss what she said. 'Someone who had betrayed them'? A group of Mandalorians hunting down a traitor with such vigor? Surely there weren't many traitors among their people, they just weren't made like that. The ones who did were either dead already or dangerous enough to make a name for themselves. A name like...

"Apollyon." Was all he said. Asking them if they knew who he was talking about was pointless, they surely did. And if he asked if she was their target they could say 'yes' just to get Dominik to release the rodian. Better to just say the name and watch their reactions. That way, if they were going after someone else they could at least respect who his target was and maybe let him go on his way without a chase through this level. He knew some unsavory hideouts he could run through to waste the Mandalorian's time fighting them off so he could escape, but he'd rather not. And if they were working for her, then he just outed himself and they'd try to kill him. That also meant that the Jedi was under Sith influence, and he'd make her his next target before leaving the planet. Too many Dark Force users already.

Tahlah Vizsla Lilia Arma Volts Aloy Vizsla

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

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N E G O T I A T I O N S​

Tag: Dominik Borra | Tahlah Vizsla | Lilia Arma | ​

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"Apollyon."

"Hold your fire~!" Aloy shouts in disbelief, Holstering one of her pistols. How the hell does he know?​

"Damnit"​

At least the Jedi had finally arrived. Could have used her saber during the actual gunfight though. Yet she showed up, Earning a quick nod of the head from Aloy as she marched past, Coming to a stop next to Tahlah and Volts. Her remaining pistol was still in hand, But pointed up to the sky.​

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"That's quote a valuable connection you're after, Stranger..."​

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She gently pats Tahlah on the shoulder, Taking another step forward "My friend here is right... That connection has done us a lot of harm. We're looking to return the favor. To her, And to anyone that get's in between us. So let me ask you; Are you between us? Or are we both thinkin' the same thing?" She asks impatiently, Tapping one of her cybernetic claws against the ground in a repetitive cycle. ​

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"You got a choice to make, Stranger. And I hope you make it fast, 'Cause we have you four to one"​

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[Tan'yill Vizsla]

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NEGOTIATIONS​

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Tag: Aloy Vizsla , Volts , Dominik Borra , Lilia Arma, Tahlah Vizsla, Alana Calloway, Adi'ka Awaud ​

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''Just like old times, huh?''​

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''With you at my side, love? I'd want nothing more.'' Tan said sincerely, while keeping her intensely burning gaze fixed upon two henchmens. Her reply was deliberately choosen, as it was almost the exact same line Aloy had used once, back at the mission to Wayland and Mount Tantiss. Tan rarely forgot anything coming from that amazing mandalorians mouth.​

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Tahlah had read her well, as she heard the young nautolans remark from behind. It was hard to tell if she sometimes scared her teammates, but knowing her background would make more sense to it. Aloy knew her temper, that gaze and those fangs was often a perusading combination to their enemies, but she also knew that it was as precise as it was ruthless. These guys were so close, so close to either recieving a blast to their head or she might just rely on the beskar to have a little fun up close and personal, but the mission were above all.​

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The stalemate continued as the stranger mentioned Apollyon's name and Aloy told them all to hold fire. Without a second thought, the barrels of her blasters was pointed upwards in a waiting positions. Just for the fun of it, she retracted her wrist blades once or twice, tilting her head against the henchmens as her wife initiades a conversation with the man holding the rodian hostage.​

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[Dominik Borra]

...Right, and one mistake of only saying the name meant that he didn't tell his intentions with the person attached to it. For all they knew, he was hoping to hook up with her. It seemed that they were after her as well, and going about it in a much louder and obvious way than his plan. But his plan was ruined anyhow. The Rodian would know he was trying to get her after this and might tip her off if they coaxed him into following a normal deal and catching her there. Best to come clean.

The firing stopped on both sides, the Rodian's men mostly lying dead on the ground with only a couple of casualties on the other. He turned his eye to the leading Mandalorian he had shot as she spoke, but kept the gun on the trooper. Four to one? He liked those odds. Counting the others behind her it was a lot more than that really, plus the Jedi counted for at least a few extra numbers on her side. His own side wouldn't help him after seeing what he was doing, nor would the Rodian. But, in all honesty, he had been in worse straights, if not barely. And he wouldn't need to kill them all as much as he would need to just run away. Four to one were good odds, even if it was really more like sixteen to one. Nevertheless, his goals weren't opposed to theirs.

"I like those odds. But we are thinking the same thing." He said. A mercenary nearby him swung his blaster to Dominik as he said that. Dominik whirled and slapped the gun aside with a kick, the blaster bolt barely missing his head before Dominik shot him with the Disrupter pistol, the man screaming as he was atomized, and pointed it at the rest of the mercenaries. He lowered himself back down slowly behind the Rodian. "I heard about what happened. I don't like the Sith or anyone who works for them. I was going to take her out from the inside." He said from behind the meatshield. "Tell the clone to put the gun away and the Jedi her lightsabers, and I'll let the Rodian go."

All it would take was for this leader to be smarter and be tricking him to letting his only cover go, and he would be in a run for his life.

Aloy Vizsla Volts Lilia Arma Tahlah Vizsla Adi'ka Awaud Tan'yill Vizsla