Wardens of the Black Sun

[Malicar]

OPEN to all members of Black Sun Cartels​

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Eclipse Consortium Compound​

Nar Shaddaa​

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Nar Shaddaa, nicknamed the "Smuggler's Moon", is home to the galaxy's most notorious crimelords. Whether Hutts, bounty hunters, smugglers or any other facet of crime, Nal Hutta's moon has been a haven for the criminals. This night was no different...

Malicar sat at the head of the smooth onyx table. His hands folded in front of him. His mind wandered, as did he feet and found himself staring out the large duraglass window as those who were invited piled in. What he had proposed was risky, foolhardy, dangerous and brash. But it did not matter to the Eclipse Consortium Crimelord and the owner of Interstellar Shipping. He was fed up with getting tossed around, trounced, pushed aside and altogether ignored. Recently, and purely by accident, he had killed the current leader of Black Sun. This once great organization was in an horrid state when he found them, a travesty to the name that once inspired fear and respect across the galaxy. Malicar decided then and there that it was a sign of what he needed to do--reform Black Sun, along with the many cartels across the galaxy and unite all of the crime syndicates under one banner.

The Chiss believed he was one of the best crimelords suited for the task. His reputation among the underworld was one of honor and brutality. But he knew that soon enough he would know just how serious they were taking him...whether they showed up or not. But Malicar knew he was not alone in feeling disrespected in the galaxy of this era. They would come. And when they did, he would unite them...

 

[Gad Calgaran]

Gad was leaning against a nearby pillar. Sitting at the table with the 'big shots' of the organization would be a very bad decision on his part. It would be asking for someone important to decide to dispose of him if they thought he was an obstacle to their favorite seat. He was just a lowly "Vigo" after all; a low-level player in the organization. He ultimately wasn't really important, which made him question why he was even here. Especially given he was technically a remnant of the Black Suns before Malicar came along. Usually a "hostile takeover" such as the one Malicar pulled on the previous leadership tended to be accompanied by some serious purges to remove anyone loyal to the previous leadership.

Gad supposed he survived because he had useful experience, and wasn't really a part of the original organization long enough to really have any loyalties to anyone. That much was correct, he really didn't care who was in charge so long as he got paid. It didn't make him exactly trustworthy to Malicar, but it didn't make him an enemy either. He further theorized that he was probably here to keep people in line. Make them have a reason to second guess any negative decisions that might be directed toward the new leader. It didn't matter how important they were, if Malicar said someone's bones needed breaking, they were going to be broken.

In the meantime, however, Gad simply leaned back and continued to look intimidating.

 

[Zef Halo]

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The Red Hand pirates had departed straight to Nar Shaddaa after the successful massive pirate raid on Prakith. Word was someone had killed the Black Sun head honcho. Why did Rohak care?

Two reasons.

First, Black Sun had been a shadow of their self over the last decade but it was always a syndicate with potential. The name still made spines shiver upon its mention in some places.

Second, Black Sun owed him money. They were supposed to fence a notable amount of seized imperial technology Rohak's crew had captured. The fencing was done, alright, but he saw no money of it. Bad for business that.

Followed by his first mate, Karl the Herglic, Rohak marched down the corridors of the dimly lit building. Beskar chestplate and Mandalorian vambraces was the only implication of his Mandalorian heritage. The dar'manda rarely wore his helmet anymore, as a captain, rather than a hired boarding specialist, he didn't need it as much. Same went for the rest of the whole set of beskar'gam.

The dar'manda casually entered through the sliding doors where a few had gathered. His eyes quickly caught the figure who stood out as more authoritative than the rest. A Chiss. His name escaped his mind so Rohak went straight to business.

"So I received an invitation to this shindig. Then someone told me the old karker was killed and I thought to myself who was brash, or stupid enough, to kill Black Sun's head honcho." Rohak grimly smirked and approached a chair. Karl shadowed him but did not take a seat. He would've probably broken it trying to sit on it. "No problems with me. I will listen to what you've got to say but only after Black Sun's debt been paid to me."

[member="Malicar"] [member="Gad Calgaran"]

 

[Fimrati Vailyippin]

Despite her position within the Banded Lekku, Fimrati was going to this particular meeting not as a item to be seen, but as the mouthpeice to the leader of the Banded. Yes, it was a slaving ring. Many in fact used it's services for just that, and with a specialty in female Twi'Lek slaves of high quality, they managed rather well. Each one marked for the rest of their lives by the metal bands that wrapped just under eye level around their right lekku.

Dressed in attire more appropriate to her real skill set, Fimrati moved with the tiny creaks of noise from her leggings being drowned out by the click of each step made in the heeled boots she wore. Hidden under the heavy, sleeveless duster coat, were her blaster pistol and combat knife. She was without anything heavier, so as to avoid giving the wrong impression. For the truly prized 'products' of the Banded Lekku were not just toys for the rich and famous. They were assassins. Mercenaries. Bodyguards. All still enslaved, but used for roles where their playing the card of the slave could get them into places others might otherwise struggle.

Still, her very prominent curves swayed and bounced with each step, the movements instinctively designed to entice and entrance. Not that she expected it to work on those present here today. Stepping into the room slated for the meeting, she bowed her head. "I apologize for Cine not being present. He wished to be here, but matters demanded his attention elsewhere. I have been sent to be his mouth for this meeting." Fimrati explained, voice flat and not quite devoid of emotion. Most definitely any empathy, but there was a hint of boredom in her voice. "I am one of Cine's many Lash's, known as 'Banshee'. He would not have sent anything less than one of his best to represent his interests." She said, once the amusement at her presence had died down. From Cine, to Xeth, to the Lash's. The proven elite of the Banded Lekku. And every one entirely loyal to the group, lest they face the wrath of the entire organization.

 

[Myra]

Myra strode into the room with a confidence reserved for nobility or high ranking members of the military. Myra was doubtful of all this, and certainly a tad paranoid as shown by two armed Zabrak clones that would flank her as she entered the room. The Criminal Underworld had always had a certain interest to her, after all, she was the leader of a cult on the lower levels of Coruscant that slowly fed her a meager supply of credits. Yet Myra's mother had done most of the leg work for the organization and effectively set it up to run itself so Myra really had little experience with it.

The two Zabrak would stand behind her as she slid into a seat and fold her hands in her lap. Words would escape her, she really didn't know what to say. So instead she would pull out a cigarra, holding it idly to her side as one of the Zabrak would light it. Myra would take a long drag, and let the smoke lazily leave her mouth before she'd raise her eyebrows expectingly at the new leader of the Black Sun. Hopefully this meeting would be worth her time.

[member="Malicar"]

 

[Malicar]

THEME​

Malicar said out loud without turning around, “Mr. Calgaran. There is a place at this table for you. Please, come join the others…”

The crimelord didn’t care who Gad worked for—it had no bearing on his being invited here: everyone assembled was here on their own merit, nothing more, nothing less.

Moments later the pirate entered with his bodyguard. This did not seem to phase Malicar at all. In fact, his security did not even require them to check their weapons—except explosives. Simply put, the Chiss wanted all the criminals to know two things: there was no fear, but there was an extension of implied trust.

The pirate began, "So I received an invitation to this shindig. Then someone told me the old karker was killed and I thought to myself who was brash, or stupid enough, to kill Black Sun's head honcho."

Looking over his shoulder with one glowing red eye visible, Malicar responded, “You did get an invitation. I made sure you received it.”

"No problems with me. I will listen to what you've got to say but only after Black Sun's debt been paid to me."

Now the Chiss turned fully around and faced Rohak with a grin. His voice was cool and confident, “The order of events you have proposed shall be made inverse. I will say my peace and then we will see to the debt that needs settling…”

Considering the matter closed, he turned to the shadowy figure, he greeted him with a smooth voice, “I am pleased you could join us, Crocodylus.”

As Finrati spoke of the Banded Lekku, the Chiss responded, "I spoke with Cine. He informed me you would come in his stead...welcome, Finrati."

Malicar nodded to Myra and her pair of bodyguards, "Honored you are here, Myra..."

Padding over to the onyx table, he put his hands on the edge and eyed each of the criminals gathered. He was not sure who else would come, but he knew they would be coming in droves when word got out about this endeavor.

The Chiss pointed behind him out into the Nar Shaddaa skyline. Some of the fires still raged from the Sith raid some time back, buildings remained leveled. Devastation could be seen throughout the city.

"This is just a glimpse of why we are here. Allow me to put this in perspective...the Sith Empire destroy and kill in Nar Shaddaa because they can. What they cannot fathom is that every building they destroy costs an investor his credits. Every soul extinguished was an asset and potential customer to one of us. They tread on an established ecosystem that they cannot understand. Quite simply, I am sick of being trounced upon..."

Pause.

"Whether Jedi, Sith, Mandalorian, Outer Rim do-gooders, industrialists...it matters not. They have all forgotten that our business interests are affected by their actions. Our credits are being affected...that, I cannot abide by."

He made sure to catch their eyes as he spoke his next words, "I propose a few things for us. First, I propose that we resurrect Black Sun. Bring the name of that organization back to prominence. The galaxy has not forgotten that name and we will make sure they know the Black Sun is back...and more powerful than it has ever been. Second, I propose that this organization not be my organization, but our organization. Crimelords, Underlords, Vigos...we unite all of our Cartels under one name: Black Sun. There is power in numbers..."

Malicar paused. He had said a lot. It was a big decision for such a powerful assembly of crimelords, pirates, assassins, slavers, and others to throw their lot in with him. They would need to know how this would work and why it would succeed. The Chiss still observed some skepticism in their faces.

"Where other criminal organizations have failed, we will succeed. The mistake those crimelords made was settle into a few planets and hope that the Sith Empire, the Jedi and this Imperial remnants would not swoop in and annihilate them. That is a foolish mentality. They will destroy us, at the first given opportunity...make no mistake on that point. We will have few allies. No one cares for criminals like us..."

A broad smile crept to his handsome face and he added, "But that is not going to be our strategy. You could almost look at us like locusts...we will be highly mobile. We will come in and establish our roots in a selection of neighboring systems. We will spread our tendrils and hooks into those systems and planets, take what we wish and in 30 days time..."

The Chiss snapped.

"We are gone..."

Pause.

"We are out of those systems completely and on to the next set of systems we determine is the best for our profitability...and we will do the same thing there."

Malicar turned his back to the table and crossed his arms looking out the duraglass again.

"That is it. That is why I called you here. If you have heard enough and decided Malicar has lost his blue mind, you are free to leave. The next words that come out of my mouth are to do with planning this endeavor. Thank you for coming. If you remain at the table, we will soon begin putting these words into reality..."

[member="Myra"]
[member="Fimrati"]
[member="The Smoking Man"]
[member="Rohak Vizsla"]
[member="Gad Calgaran"]

 

[Rako Eclipse]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The mysterious head of the Kyber Bank, Rako Eclipse had a quote which he held dear to himself. "I'm not late, it's just that you are early" He used it to force others to adhere to his schedule and timing. So far it worked, but in this case he was just late. And Rako couldn't care less. The meeting couldn't start without him, for if he came to see it so, not a single credit from his vaults would be transferred or used by those who were partaking in a meeting without him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]He came not because he was pressured into it, nor because he cared. The truth was that he had no idea what he was getting into, so he went in with caution and deadly cunning at his heels. Flanking him on both sides were a pair of Magnadroids. They would be scrapped by the end of the month for something better. He was cloaked lavishly, and yet masked in his ever-present mask. In his hands he held his scepter, which he could use as a walking stick/cane. But it of course had its hidden secrets, just as the man holding it did. He of course also carried a small holdout blaster, but Rako believed that the Magnadroids would be enough. Now, Rako could have had the meeting carried out over hologram, but he didn't trust the technology enough when it came to business deals. he preferred to forego secrecy over the chance for profit.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Walking into the pillared room, he saw who had sat down and who had not. The thing standing at a pillar seemed to be a Vigo, and was probably there just as a bodyguard. As to why he was alone in this matter surprised Rako, as this would normally denote a being of considerable power when it came to protection or killing. The Banded Lekku slave girl was probably there for their own pleasure, and at the very end of the table sat the one called Malicar. True, there were others, a pirate, a women and her guards, and another being who was cloaked, but Rako did not hold them in any significance as of yet. For Rako, the only thing of significance about this meeting was to find out what it was about and how he was going to make the greatest profit out of this. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Seating himself at the opposite end of the table from Malicar, he beckoned for the Magnadroids to stand behind him. Their electrostaffs were at the ready, although Rako hoped that there would be no reason for that to happen. His scepter he laid across his lap, with its "pommel" facing the table at a prominent angle. Directing himself towards the group, he spoke in his naturally dark voice. "I will assume that you are Malicar, especially seeing as to how my spies have told me that you are of chiss lineage, and my spies have yet to be wrong. Information pays, does it not?"[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] he paused slightly, in order to give an air of thought, and then continued: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"So you have called the great Kyber Bank to your table, I hope for us to eat, to negotiate I presume, and to partake in pleasurable activities..."[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] nodding his head in the direction of the Twi'lek, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"now, let us begin. What shall it be first, food, pleasure, or perhaps talk?"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]He had entered the soundproof room just as Malicar had finished speaking, and with such implied that the meeting officially start with his arrival, not recognizing that it had partially started without him.[/SIZE] He did not apologize for being late, for in truth, the others were just too early...

[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Fimrati"] | [member="Malicar"] | [member="The Smoking Man"] | [member="Rohak Vizsla"] | [member="Gad Calgaran"] | [member="Myra"][/SIZE]​

 

[Eriate]

Yes, she was late. No doubt her brother would do that little displeased scowl and make some disingenuous comment at her tardiness; you know, what any mature person would do. She had kept to wearing a white evening gown for this meeting, and as she waited in the elevator, she tightened the bindings on her gauntlets; after all, Malicar didn't exactly clarify how 'receptive' she should be. While her Vezier gauntlets were functional weapons, currently they were rather decorative, seeming little more than golden bracers rather than her weapon of choice. She closed her eyes, pushing out her senses to the floor she was fastly approaching via lift, getting an eye on the room before she got there, following up with a brief emotional reading of the guests within the room. Malicar was just wrapping up his presentation, when another member of his guest list began speaking. By then, the turbolift had already arrived at the floor, as Eriate would step off, her ruby eyes scanning over the room before taking up a position against the wall. She glanced towards her brother, arms crossed as she put up an air of indifference. 'Apologies on the tardiness, brother. Though seems your guests are somewhat amused by your proposal.' Her voice would speak to his mind. Her gaze fell on one Rako Eclipse, who had joined their company not long before her arrival. She personally disliked whenever Malicar had these sorts of dealings, she was never allowed to share her mind; mostly because his company handled a bruised ego like they had taken a blaster bolt. She looked to the others in the room in turn, the strange being wearing a holoshroud peaked her interest the most, though there was also the Twi'lek, an Elomin, a privateer looking fellow, and a woman who seemed to be a wealthy aristocrat; her brother always had the strangest of gatherings. Eriate directed her gaze out to the window, but kept her senses on the here and now. Her brother would need to know who could be trusted and who could not after all. Her powers of the mind would be focused on reading the emotions and reactions of those in the room, and while she couldn't pry into their minds without them knowing, she could at least see how each person here reacted to what her brother would say; it was a nice way of testing the waters before drowning yourself with strangers.

[SIZE=10.5pt]Fimratihttp://starwarsrp.net/user/21856-fimrati/ | Malicar[/SIZE] | The Smoking Man | Rohak Vizsla | Gad Calgaran | Myra​

 

[Zef Halo]

Others entered and settled themselves in different positions but Rohak paid them no heed. The only figure which took his attention was the enigmatic holoflaged smoking man. He didn't bother much remembering or even glancing as much to the newcomers. Instead, he gazed at Malicar's grin and replied with his own.

Yeah, he better settle that debt.

When the Chiss head honcho decided to leave the debt for after his grand opening speech, the pirate almost stood up to leave but something made him stay. Maybe the killer had some sort of charisma. The speech started well and then it drifted into something Rohak could simply describe as a hurt ego. Whatever the galaxy had done to him, Malicar seemed now hellbent on doing that to the galaxy. Suicidal, really, but then again the Chiss had killed the previous Black Sun leader and assumed control. So, rather than standing up and leaving, Rohak put his feet up on the table and leaned back on the chair as the typical scum of a pirate that he was. A cigarette found itself lit in his mouth for which he blamed on the smoking man on the other side of the table.

Just as he was about to judge this whole idea as a straight highway to hell, Malicar began speaking about the process of his idea. Mobility, never staying in one place. Not too different from a pirate. Now that was something distinct and unheard of before. Perhaps Malicar wouldn't be Black Sun's herald of doom and extinction. Perhaps.

As the Chiss finished his speech, another mysterious figure entered. A Kyber Bank representative of some sorts. They didn't realize that the 'talk' had already begun leading to an extremely amusing and awkward situation. Rohak gave them a mocking glance before shifting his eyes back to the Chiss.

A slow clap followed before it ceased abruptly.

From the comfort of his laidback position, the dar'manda spoke up:

"It all sounds ideal for a pirate. A smuggler and a short-time hustler. 30 days is plenty of time for scum like us to do our thing, grab our loot and bail. It's what we do but..."

"How would those...more organized and rigid syndicates fare? Those that need far more time to dig deeper into the coffers of systems. Their plague takes effort, time and patience. How would their investment be guaranteed of profitable return?"

The answer hardly mattered to the pirate. Malicar's idea fitted ideally with Rohak's racketbut he was just curious how the Chiss would cater to those whose rackets required far more time to gain a return. Trafficking and drug dealing networks took time, for example.

[member="Malicar"] [member="Eriate"] [member="Rako Eclipse"] [member="Fimrati"] [member="The Smoking Man"] [member="Myra"] [member="Gad Calgaran"]​

 

[Fimrati Vailyippin]

Listening to those speaking, Fimrati merely tilted her head in acknowledgement. Despite being dressed as something other than a slave, she was still overlooked at being one because of the mark of her status was precisely the reason the Cine ran things the way he did. Few thought twice of a twi'lek who was a slave, at least without good reason.

Nevertheless, the Cine would definitely have reservations about this plan. "Not to rain on the grand plans, but what measures would be taken to prevent our routes to be anticipated? And more importantly, what about tasks that might require, multiple visits to a world? Would there be plans for returning to a previously struck location after a length of time has passed?" She would ask, knowing that these questions would be her master's biggest concerns.

Slaving had a certain flow to it, and finding of good stock was a difficult goal. Any world that produced such stock would be highly sought after. Oh yeah, the Cine ran more than one slaving group, he just focused his influence and resources to making the Banded Lekku a force able to be more than just bodies being moved around for profit. But otherwise, there wasn't much that Fimrati heard yet that the Cine would have disagreed with and pulled his potential support from. Just concerns about the running of his businesses.

[member="The Smoking Man"]|[member="Rohak Vizsla"]|[member="Eriate"]|[member="Rako Eclipse"]|[member="Malicar"]|[member="Myra"]|[member="Gad Calgaran"]

 

[Malicar]

Malicar stood turned towards those who were seated and those who chose to remain standing. With the patience of a great hunting cat stalking its prey, the Chiss’ glowing red eyes followed the concerns brought forth and the suggestions being given. To the crimelord of Eclipse Consortium, all of this posturing and bantering to determine the pecking order was simply part of dealing with the underworld. It didn’t matter what part of the galaxy he visited, it was all the same. Traditionally, Malicar had different ways to handle such posturing. The first way was to suddenly and violently execute any voice of dissention. This gathering had no place for such brutality. The second was to wave around his influence and strength like a large banner and try to decide whose flag was bigger. But to Malicar, that was simply a colossal waste of time.

No, for this group, it required a very different tactic…the truth, logic and evidence of a feasible plan. Malicar had all three of these things with this proposal. He looked over at Rako from the Kyber Bank. His voice rolled off his tongue smoothly, “It seems you should keep your informants on the payroll…I am indeed Chiss. You present three relevant options for how to proceed. For now, I will opt for talking. I am glad you came, Rako Eclipse. I think you should be able to figure out why you and Kyber Bank were called here…although I think we may need to come to an understanding on exactly how overt the bank’s presence will be in regards to the Black Sun…for another time.”

Looking over to Eriate as she lackadaisically meandered in, his face was impassive. He was used to his sister’s antics. Besides, she had great value at this meeting. She spoke and Malicar did not respond in any way, but simply looked over to the pirate leader as he spoke…
"It all sounds ideal for a pirate. A smuggler and a short-time hustler. 30 days is plenty of time for scum like us to do our thing, grab our loot and bail. It's what we do but...how would those...more organized and rigid syndicates fare? Those that need far more time to dig deeper into the coffers of systems. Their plague takes effort, time and patience. How would their investment be guaranteed of profitable return?"

Malicar listened and appreciated the insightful question—it was certainly relevant to the strategy he proposed. This Chiss responded, “Indeed. Such a model lends itself greatly to a pirate organization, such as yours—thus why you were invited here. To answer your question on the issue of investments in the systems we visit—excellent question. When we arrive in a group of neighboring systems, much legwork will have already been completed. For example, we will already know who the major players are in the government, military and most importantly, in the area of criminal activities. When we arrive in these systems, we will not go in blind. We will already know what needs to be done to establish our networks. We will have a month to wipe out any underworld organizations that oppose us, establish inroads with government, and law enforcement entities, and plant roots for our interests. We will establish the markets and rackets we wish and leave those to run those interests when we leave. Just because we leave a series of systems does not mean that our presence has left—our areas of interest will be alive and well to continue to earn us credits. Of course, we will have oversight on those systems, not to mention we will personally check on those operations to ensure ‘steady going’…I hope that answers your question.”

Next to speak was the shadowy being whose alias, for the interim, was Crocodylus. His words echoed Malicar’s thoughts on financial processes being quite anonymous. If anyone wanted to hit Black Sun where it hurts—in their credits, they would need only foil the Kyber Bank. Of course, Malicar had no intention of the bank being the sole depository for their credits. To do so would invite a single point of failure, which Malicar did not abide by. Nonetheless, good philosophical advice from the mysterious member…

The twi’lek spoke up next. Malicar listened with a thoughtful ear, “Not to rain on the grand plans, but what measures would be taken to prevent our routes to be anticipated? And more importantly, what about tasks that might require, multiple visits to a world? Would there be plans for returning to a previously struck location after a length of time has passed?”

Malicar nodded at yet another insightful question by the collection of criminal masterminds at this gathering. He said coolly, “Another excellent question. We will scout multiple systems, collecting information so that an
Intelligent, educated decision can be made on our next systems of ‘occupation’. Due to the vulnerability this puts all of Black Sun in, I will make the decision on the first two locations. Afterwards, I will discuss the third location with the Underlords and we will make a decision based on the information we have collected, always opting for the safer of choices in location…”

Pause.

“As mentioned earlier, we will continue to maintain what we have built in all the systems we have ‘occupied’ and that will require continuous visits…”

The Smoking Man|Rohak Vizsla|Eriate|Rako Eclipse|Malicar|Myra|@Gad Calgaran|[member="Fimrati"]

 

[McCool]

There’s a feeling, something we all go through several times in our lives. Maybe we walk into rooms with no recollection of why we went there in the first place. Occasionally we get the sense we haven’t packed everything we’ll end up needing. That daredevil word that just loves hanging off the tip of our tongues. Today, McCool had that permeating sense of forgetfulness. He was having a great day, all things considered. In truth he had woken up alone and a little hungover, so maybe last night wasn’t his most... fruitful. But he got over it rather quickly and got to know the bartender that had woken him up. He helped set tables and clean the countertop before it opened as payment for the overnight stay. He hung around and even tried to earn to make a few new drinks while he was at it. All the while he had this thought in his head, his absence was out there somewhere not yet filled. But he wasn’t sweating the small things.

Currently, he was drumming up business for this random dive, officiating an impromptu arm wrestling tournament that he also happened to be a contestant in. It was a Dug and a Gran that we’re going at it when it hit him. Malicar had a thing. He still didn’t have the where with all to recollect the occasion, for all he knew it could be some cousins coming over for a visit, but he was finally sober enough to get his head on straight-ish. The Dug won the arm wrestle before his eyes, if he stayed just a little longer he’d probably make the finals of this very professional league of spacers and lower class workers. He scrambled for another excuse to flake on Mal, something to avoid invoking familial wrath. In his mind, he was a silver tongued mastermind always pulling the wool over Mal’s eyes with his carefully planned mistruths. Sadly, he was too groggy to think of a good one, perhaps because it had been a particularly flaky couple of days. He hadn’t had time to restock on bail outs. So he very hesitantly apologized to the league, his fans, and his valiant opponents and ran off.

Finally reaching his destination, he gave himself a once over in the mirror before entering. He combed his hair back with the brush of his hand, a serviceable mess. He could've done with a shave, his beard was in the awkward valley between shadow and beard. He licked his palms and dabbed it down, hoping it would give some semblance of grooming. His shirt was stained, whether it was or his own doing or someone else’s he had no clue. He briefly went topless and turned the shirt inside out and messed with his vest for a bit, trying to reduce its visibility. His boots were dirty but that was just the way they oughta be. He made sure his fly was up, his buckle centered and straightened his hat giving himself a red eyed wink before entering. He was immediately overwhelmed by the volume of people already in attendance, each with their own striking silhouettes. He didn’t make eye contact with Mal, catching only the tail end of whatever he was saying. Desperately searching for a familiar face he spotted Eriate and made his way over. He tiptoed over, trying not to draw attention to himself, walking like a cartoonish thief on the escape. He didn’t notice but with every tip and toe his spurs jingled slightly as he made his way over. Shimmying up to her he half whispered out the corner up his mouth “Lotta people, son. Whadidi miss?”

 

[Eriate]

Eriate wasn't surprised, nor offended as she received no feedback from her brother; though it was a pity, she enjoyed his lectures, sometimes. Still, as Vigo of this little group, she had a share in what was being said. Though frankly, she only served as an extension of her brother's will; he was the power broker after all, she was just his switch. She was rather annoyed however, at what she perceived to be the whiny of the pirate figure. 'What about my payment, what's in it for me?' She would have rolled her eyes if it didn't have a physical indication of contempt, so she reserved it for her mental faculties instead. This was made only worse she could sense the initial thoughts, the man seemed to be prodding her brother to test him, how bothersome. The strange shadow figure spoke now, combating the pirates points with simple points that a con-artist could have formulated; this clearly had to be a test on the pirates behalf.

What did intrigue her, however, was the Twi'lek, who seemed to be more interested if repeat expeditions would be undertaken on already used worlds. Still, Eriate said nothing, not yet at least, as she kept her arms crossed and leaned against the back wall, listening as her brother continued into his sales pitch. He hadn't changed all that much, though his style and phrasing had certainly improved; he always did like being the biggest ego in the room. Though his dramatic pauses did make her want to groan, because sometimes it felt he was trying to conduct a play rather than a business meeting; still the emphasis was met. "I'd like to stress that each one of us will play a part in this network. That means we all keep the structure held aloft, and don't leave another hanging." Eriate's red eyes swept across the room, hoping her point was made. She'd be damned if her family was going to get pulled under by some lazy bastards who didn't want to share their weight. "This organization will be much more effective if we work in unison. Not cutting the profits and jumping ship, no pocketing side credits. No selling out your fellows for personal gain." Eriate paused and waved her hand back towards her brother. "That's all I wanted to say." Her gaze was redirect as she witnessed McCool enter the room, though she wished she hadn't. Why in the hell did her brother invite him? She mentally begged for him to find a chair, but instead, it seemed to lead him to her. Wonderful. Her face contorted into an unpleasant scowl as he spoke to her in that bastardized from of basic. Disgusting. She kept her voice hushed, as not to break the mood in the room. "Firstly, do not ever refer to me as 'Son'. Secondly, everything. You missed everything." If she had the blessings of her brother, she'd have him thrown halfway across the room by now. But she was the ever obedient sister, so until such a permission was granted, McCool would be allowed to torment her every waking moment.


[member="Malicar"] [member="The Smoking Man"] [member="Rohak Vizsla"] [member="Fimrati"] [member="Rako Eclipse"] [member="Myra"] [member="Gad Calgaran"] [member="McCool"]

 

[Myra]

She listened rather intently, taking another drag from the cigarra. Seeing the owner of the Kyber Bank came as a small surprise, and she already began doubting whether her recently opened account at the bank was a good idea. Myra's eyes drifted to the side at one of her cloned guards, rigid, hands folded behind his back but easily within reach of his weapon, a professional through and through. She had yet to actually see them in a true combat situation, but what simulations and video recordings she had seen proved more than what she could have asked for. Back to the discussion at hand.
A sister. It's good to know that Malicar had some familial ties. How close were they? Raised and fought together or strangers who know eachother only by blood? These questions slowly filled her mind before she would forcibly expel them to turn her full attention to the man and his speech. The other asked questions, ones she was unsure of herself but the answers were more than satisfying. Yet these were not the questions she really needed the answers to.

"Pray, do tell, how do you plan on cooperation in the first place?" she would finally speak up. Maybe it was a stupid question, maybe she was too inexperienced. Yet she needed answers. "I mean. What's to stop anyone from using this coalition you're setting up to learn everything they need to say.. rob the vaults of the Kyber Bank-" she'd nod her head in the direction of Rako "Or to assassinate anyone they may see as a threat to their profit? As the organization grows no doubtedly we will have many underlords with rivalries or with similar businesses that will come into competition. The easiest way would be just to remove them from the picture but that could leave this fresh coalition open to constant infighting. You see my concern?" She would take another drag of her cigarra before motioning around idly ​"I would love to trust all of you, but we all know that could be a devastating mistake for myself or for you if you trust me blindly. We are all after all, not the most law abiding citizens of the galaxy." She was a tad nervous to put it lightly. And really only the years of business politics and diplomacy as well as the cigarra kept her persona of a cold logical emotionless woman that she had worked so hard to construct intact intact in front of the others.

[member="Eriate"] [member="McCool"] [member="Malicar"] [member="Fimrati"] [member="The Smoking Man"] [member="Rohak Vizsla"] [member="Rako Eclipse"]

 

[Gad Calgaran]

Gad looked pretty surprised at the request from Malicar for him to join them and take a seat. Gad's assumptions had obviously been wrong. Thus far in the conversation Malicar seemed to be different than most crime lords he encountered. At the very least he seemed to have some more respect for those of a 'lower rank' in his organization. Maybe working for a Hutt had biased his perceptions on such matters. He wasn't about to argue the point though, and decided to take a seat. He mostly stayed quiet as the conversation progressed, and observed the late comers as they came in. Gad seemed to take particular attention toward Eriate, who seemed to be a sibling of the boss. He had to be careful admiring family members of people in this organization. Sometimes they took it as some kind of move against them or to gain favors, which didn't always end well. Still, those red eyes were rather attractive.

A twi'lek, the represenative from the Banded Lekku, provided some good input on having a mobile operation, as Malicar had suggested. "If I may provide some input but gathering some input is what most of here should partially specialize in. All we need to do is make sure we're on top of any potential enemies in the region. I think having a considerable fleet will also benefit us. We're not attached to permanent territory and that means we can afford a large fleet of ships. It'll make any serious military presence think twice before hitting us, and if we're gone before we become too much of a problem then it'll be too much effort on their part to do so."

He noticed the entrance of the oddly dressed Chiss, making a scene by trying to sneak in rather than just taking a seat. He bothered Eriate, much to her annoyance, in trying to get caught up. He stood up and approached him, "Why don't you take a seat with me, and I'll fill you in?" He suggested, guiding him to the seat next to his.

"The boss has taken over the Black Suns. He's noticed the big powers have been interfering with business a lot as of late. He thinks it will be a good idea to reform and make it a mobile operation. We quickly set up near major systems, do some business, and take off before the locals get too annoyed to do something about us." He explained.

[member="Malicar"] | [member="Eriate"] | [member="Fimrati"] | [member="McCool"]

 

[Crocell]

Nar Shaddaa...

The Smuggler's Moon...

It had been a few months since Ivory had checked in with her Caporegime, and their businesses (legitimate & otherwise) operating across the infamous station. Word traveled fast in the Criminal Underworld, and The Family had become aware of the rising of the Black Sun. From her headquarters on Coruscant, Ivory had traveled to Nar Shaddaa - equally curious & cautious. Such an occasion was the perfect opportunity for networking within the criminal community, and The Donna took the opportunity immediately.

Having risen from a life of petty crime & rebellion, Ivory Stroud was no stranger to the finer details of hard work. Her criminal moniker, "Crocell", was known throughout many worlds held under the thumb of the Empire & the First Order; she had cut her teeth on the tried and true Anarchist Principles of rebellion against tyranny, and grown into a life of crime spanning multiple worlds. A short time ago, seemingly by chance, the capable Femme Fatale had found a home in a hostile galaxy: The Family, a Criminal Empire with their fingers in every pie. Her loyalties lay first with her Family... and perhaps, uniting with the Black Sun would be in their best interest.

Or perhaps not.

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She'd arrived on Nar Shaddaa and taken some time with her Caporegime, shaking hands and smiling to the faces of beings both "of the blood" and merely working for a paycheck. Then, pleased with the results of her inspections, she'd prepared for this meeting of the Black Sun.

She'd been seated for [member="Malicar"]'s opening speech, welcoming everyone to the gathering, and listened intently to what the Chiss had to say. Lavender eyes regarded the assembled group with burning intensity. [member="Myra"]'s points on trust & the cold realities of the life they'd chosen were not lost on the powerful Crime Lord, and Ivory stood to add her own voice to the gathering.

She stood, dressed in a fine black gown and wearing a fur coat which reached to her waist. Red leather boots donned her feet, toes capped in silver, and long black fingerless gloves covered slender fingers - adorned with rings. Resting upon her chest, between her bosom, hung a shimmering purple crystal on a silver chain; a Kyber Crystal, certain to draw the eye as it glowed with its' own internal light. She was gorgeous, unique in her appearance... tattooed & pierced, with one side of her head shaved and long black hair falling down her right shoulder in an intricate braid.

"It is quite possible that organizations such as ours can find a level of trust & respect amongst our separate business transactions. The Family has worked closely with the Tsukasa Gokudo on Coruscant, respecting one-another's privacy through communication and understanding. What our gracious host proposes is possible..." She said, glancing about the assembly. "But, mistakes are bound to happen. Perhaps a common banner would be appropriate... The Black Sun might operate as an advocate, an impartial voice when groups such as ours find our territories under threat."


[member="Gad Calgaran"] @Eriate @McCool @Fimrati @The Smoking Man [member="Rohak Vizsla"] [member="Rako Eclipse"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Rohak heard what both Malicar and the Smoking Man had to say but afterwards his attention slowly began dissipating as soon as everyone else in the room decided to raise their own issues or obstacles. The pirate captain was sure as hell he wouldn't remain to listen to everyone's whining.

For him - this meeting was over.

Abruptly, the dar'manda stood up from his seat and clicked his tongue and gave Malicar a cheeky salute before venturing off with his Herglic first mate out of the room.

"You know how to reach me when there's business to be done." Rohak arrogantly smirked. "But not before the debt's been paid."

The door slid open and Rohak Vizsla left towards his ship.

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[member="Malicar"] [member="Eriate"] [member="Rako Eclipse"] [member="Fimrati"] [member="The Smoking Man"] [member="Myra"] [member="Gad Calgaran"] [member="Ivory Stroud"]​

 

[Tswek]

Dressed in his usual black clothing, having decided against his armour for today, the Sith Assassin turned Criminal Underboss still had a set of military grade vibroknives at his waist and a heavy blaster pistol in a holster strapped to his leg. Within his coat where his two shoto lightsabers but he’d not reveal such weaponry unless faced with no other choice. After all as far as nearly anyone else in the room knew Tswek was no force sensitive although he had an enforcer who was one. In truth the enforcer, alias Red-Blade, was simply Tswek’s Dark Jedi alter-ego.

He was somewhat late to the meeting although he was already aware of what it would entail thanks to his boss’s forewarning. He’d had to take some time to make sure the guards around the location where the gathering was being held. Malicar had of course already organised the usual protective detail but Tswek had covertly added his own assassins to the watch.

Hands clasped behind his back he strode into the room with an easy grace as he took care to disguise himself in the Force in case any others presence where trained in such techniques so that they wouldn’t detect his Dark Side training. He ran his gaze over the occupants. Most where new to him and he silently memorised what he could of them in case they would need dealt with later. The Chiss Assassin was relatively new to the Underworld and felt like he’d never rest easy in the company of scum and criminals

‘Well you are one now.’ he reminded himself with bitter amusement.

Approaching the table he would put a hand on his chest and bow his head respectfully towards Malicar. “I apologise for running late. I had some business to take care of.” he explained not bothering to expand on this in front of the strangers. Besides his boss would know what he was up to. Silently he took the closest empty spot near Eriate and nodded to her before turning his attention to the meeting in an attempt to catch up on what he’d missed so far.

 

[Malicar]

Eclipse Consortium Compound
Nar Shaddaa

McCool walked in, late and awkward as usual. Malicar would have thrown the Chiss out of an airlock long ago, but McCool was one of the best black ops operators in the Chiss Expeditionary Intelligence Division (CEID), so he knew all the “weirdness” dissipated once a blaster was in his hand. That was why Malicar would always keep the talented operative around. The Crimelord ignored him once glaring at him briefly when he entered.

Eriate reminded the group of how it would have to work—in unison.

Myra spoke up next, raising legitimate concerns for an operation like this. Having this many criminals in one place and working towards the same goals could be akin to herding wampa rats. Malicar listened to her concerns and nodded in agreement, “Real concerns, Myra. Valid ones. My sister touched on how this will have to work. Cooperation will not always go smoothly—it never does, not in our line of work. But we will police our own. I will steer this organization with help from the lot of you. The way we are structured, if someone begins skimming off the top, they affect all the other organizations with Black Sun. When that happens, there are…consequences."

Gesturing over at Rako, Malicar explained, “In the case of Kyber Bank, they will be vital to our finances—but we will not have a single point of failure. Some of our earnings as a collective will be housed there, but not all. Redundancies and fail safes in our financial health is a must. This means that our wealth will be spread out across the galaxy to ensure safety. For example, the Eclipse Consortium will base its finances in Kinoss within the Chiss Ascendancy. Eclipse Consortium earnings are not the Black Sun’s earnings. However, a percentage of all of the Eclipse Consortium’s earnings go back to us, Black Sun. It will work this way for all of the organizations represented here. As far as markets we sink our claws into everywhere we go? We will hash this out among ourselves. For example, if I wish to make headway in the spice trade, I will ensure my products are not competing with your products…everyone profits. Will one crimelord step on the toes of another crimelord? Inevitably. But we will work it out…the Black Sun way.”

The elomin chimed in and spoke on the need for a fleet. Malicar nodded in agreement and added, “Agreed. We will hash out specialties and we will indeed crush any competition to our markets in any system we grace with our presence. A fleet of sorts will be necessary for this to work. That will be one of our first priorities, but to start, it will simply be small vessels to not raise the attention of the planetary militaries we will inevitably encounter. To clarify, we seek to control criminal markets, not conquer worlds.”

Ivory spoke next and Malicar nodded in agreement, “Well said, Ivory. The Family will be a strong addition to this effort.”

Abruptly Rohak rose, spoke on the debt and left. Malicar responded as he was leaving with his own smirk, “We will see to this ‘debt’, Rohak. I will indeed be in touch.”

Tswek came in, apologized and made his way in. Malicar thought nothing of it. His lead assassin was indeed a busy Chiss…

Malicar folded his hands together and closed, “This revitalized Black Sun effort is not perfect. It has holes. We will fix them. There are more questions…they will get answered. We will embark on this journey together in 24 standard days’ time. I will be coordinating with all of you until then. I will give you a location that will be close to Nar Shaddaa where we will rendezvous. The location will be ‘fluid’ in the event that some of you have ulterior motivations with our endeavor. I am truly thankful all of you came. All of you know how to contact me. You are welcome to stay as long as you like—you are under my protection and my guests…”

With a slight bow to the collected crimelords, Malicar strode out of the room.

[member="Eriate"]
[member="Rako Eclipse"]
[member="Fimrati"]
[member="Tswek"]
[member="Rohak Vizsla"]
[member="Ivory Stroud"]
[member="Gad Calgaran"]
[member="The Smoking Man"]
[member="Myra"]
[member="McCool"]

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[Rako Eclipse]

When Malicar spoke of not using the Kyber Bank as the sole financial system of the Black Sun, Rako glared from behind his mask before thinking what the chiss had said through. It is true that using one bank was always a bad idea, but what the Chiss didn't know couldn't hurt him. The Kyber Bank controlled most of the other banks in the galaxy, and if they weren't under Kyber control then they were either currently being constricted until bankruptcy or being bought out secretly by the the Kyber Bank, for if the general populace came to know that their banks were all one then there would be widespread mistrust of the Kyber Bank, and banking would definitely become a thing of the past. The only problem with that is that as the banks went so would the rest of civilization.

"Malicar, you are wrong in one sense. Putting your credits in my bank is a good thing, because I have the one thing which can't be broken into..." With this, Rako pulled out steadily from within his cloak a holoprojector. Turning it on, a humongous skull was seen, with what seemed to be ships going in and out of the eye sockets and mouth. Its proportions were readily seen as multiple Siege Dreadnaughts were visible as guidelines for size. Sure there were certain things obviously censored such as the defense systems and vault location, but otherwise almost everything was there. "This is the Ego. Home of the Kyber Vault and hopefully an important asset of the Black Sun Cartels. With reasonable pricing inside of it, I am well assured that all members of the Black Sun Cartels will be able to call this their home. Sure, there are some things censored out, but that is standard. I can't just carry the full plans with me wherever I go, now can I? Either way, the Kyber Bank has been working on this for a few years now, and it is almost complete. It is the safest, most secure bank vault in the entire galaxy. And another thing, everyone living within the Ego will be of aid as any break-ins would only hurt the inhabitants... So, are we going to band together or not, because i can only foretell the greatest profits coming from us working together, and with a mobile bank vault which can disappear and appear when and where we need it to, there is no doubting the protection of the credits in the Vault of the Kyber Bank."

[member="Malicar"] | [member="Myra"] | [member="McCool"] | [member="The Smoking Man"] | [member="Gad Calgaran"] | [member="Tswek"] | @Rohak Vizla | [member="Fimrati"] | [member="Eriate"]​