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Your Blue Nightmare

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Every job eventually had its last day. And Cryax Bane would be fethed if he didn’t make his last day in the Red Ravens Criminal Syndicate count. There was hardly any doubt that his departure was expected. Anyone in the ranks of the ever-growing Outer Rim gang knew just how disgruntled the Chiss had been lately. Cryax loved Chiasa and Patricia like family, but could not make his tenure last after the breakdown of the One Sith treaty. Even moving to Nar Shaddaa had simply been a bacta patch over the festering wound left by the treaty’s demise. Not to mention the fact that the Ravens were hellbent on becoming bedfellows with the insurgents who claimed Lysle Rigger's killer as one of their own.

Given his status as head slicer of the Red Ravens, the Chiss had access to many of the syndicates’ digital assets. Names, passwords, bank accounts, business records, all pertinent data that Bane could easily slice into, and slice he did. With a few clicks, Bane downloaded as much encrypted data about the Red Ravens that he possibly could onto his Browncoat Datalogger. Additionally, what could not be stolen would be deleted and destroyed. For his next target he chose the Red Ravens Cryptnet, the encrypted network that he himself had safeguarded from people just like, well, him.

First of all, Cryax fired all of his slicers with the promise that he would rehire them once he had resurfaced from wherever galactic hidey hole he would be scurrying into. Then, he broke into the Raven’s Cryptnet and unleashed a good old, run-of-the-mill, malicious computer virus that would infect the entire Cryptnet for weeks or until they could get new slicers to reverse engineer his code. All Red Raven communications would be shut down, including comm channels, the Holonet and Holomail services. The virus basically flooded every Cryptnet program with a combination of numbers, zeros, and lines from the slash fan fiction penned by Darth Vornskr, Holotexts he had discovered during a test of some of his slicing software.

Lastly, Cryax wreaked financial havoc in the Red Ravens business accounts, stealing millions of credits not only from the Ravens, but from all of their business partners. He left Titan Industries alone for obvious reasons.

Once the Chiss was finished, he changed everyone’s passwords and ordered his Bothan assistant, Frab, to ready his Galaxy One and have the pilot chart a course to Coruscant.

What did anyone expect? He was a criminal after all.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Jen"] [member="Keira Ticon"]
 
"What.."

The Twi'leks brow furrowed as she went to update a trade agreement and found her login no longer worked.

She toggled on her com unit.

"Declan! Get the slicers to check the system, something's wrong."

"Yes Miss! .... ........uh.."

"What?"

"We uh.. We don't seem to have any slicers."

"For the love of.. Get [member="Jen"] then!"

"Yes Miss."

Another call came in, the Twi'lek answered it. It was one of the law firms she'd hired on every world they'd taken.

"Miss Kritivaas, we're seeing massive transfers from your accounts.."

"WHAT!"

"I take it they are unauthorized then."

"YES they're bloody unauthorized!"

"Don't worry Miss Kritivaas, this is why you hired us, and why we urged you to put the majority of your credits into legitimate accounts. This is easily reversible, we're on it."

"Good."

This did nothing for the accounts of the Ravens allies, but quite frankly she didn't know about them and didn't care.

"Declan!"

"Yes Miss?"

"See which of the Slicers haven't left planet yet, particularly the ones with family. Apparently we've been too kind, people have forgotten we're criminals."

"Yes Miss."
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

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Patricia was on her office on antecedent and was holding her son Kincaid when all of a sudden reports started to come about a massive system wide hack caused by an currently unknown source. All that was known was that the point of origin was Nar'Shadda and it didn't take Patricia long to realize what was happening.

Cryax was done, he had finally crossed the line and decided that it was best that he left the Ravens after they broke up with the sith and started getting buddy buddy with the Rebel Alliance. Patricia's heart hurt and she knew what had to be done. All of their mail, comm lines, everything was down. Only a slicer as skilled as Cryax could do something like that, and only he had the access to do so. Standing up Patricia walked over to the cradle where she would bring her son to work and set him down.

Walking over to the window she looked out of it for a few moments to the antecedent skyline and a single tear rolled down her face for the man she loved and trusted like a brother. She knew what had to be done, and a crime like this against the ravens could only be paid in blood. It was time to activate the failsafe she had set all those years ago.

Lifting up her data logger she pressed a button or two and she sniffled her nose. Before speaking very calmly.

"Execute Order Endgame." And just like that the very hidden program inside all Stargo Defense Enterprise droids activated.

"Target. Cryax Bane, Bane Innovations Headquarters." She said with a sad tone of voice.

"Command. Kill them all." She said then began to cry heavily.

Falling to her knees she sank to the floor and wept, she had just ordered the death of her best friend. At bane innovation the Super clanker droids that had once stood guard activated in the small office and all hell had sprung loose and blaster bolts began to fly at the slicers who had just been relieved of duty from Cryax.

"Target. Cryax Bane's private hanger, Objective, destroy." Patricia said as she sobbed

Soon the Warbug Sapper droids and super clankers began to activate inside the private hanger and began to shoot down the DDS1s and other personnel. With great precision and accuracy they moved and began to aim their rockets at the stalled ship.
 
The Twi'lek sat, drumming her fingers. Credits being stolen, network down and passwords changed.. Safe to assume all the data had been stolen as well. It might have been an outside enemy, if not for the Slicers. They only answered consistently to one person..

"Oh Cryax.."

She said softly. She shed no tears. She couldn't afford to, now more than ever. That didn't mean it didn't hurt, wasn't a blow. Recently she'd trusted next to no one, but she'd known the Chiss for a while now, had stood by him through thick and thin. She'd been the one cleaning up messes. She'd gone to stare down his tormentor and ensure it never happened again. She'd been there to pick up the slack as it all got to be too much for him and he started to crack.

Half of what she'd done in splitting from the Sith had been for him, to protect him. The other half had been to protect the rest of the Red Ravens, herself included. There were so few of the old guard left.. How could he after all she'd done? When they were poised for true independence and criminal domination of the best and freest kind?

How could he do this to her? Take a bullet for her indeed. All along his finger had been on the trigger it seemed.

Fine.

Finger stilled and mask of icy disdain settled upon her features.

Fine.

Calculate, prepare. What would have been stolen information wise? The ranks of Ravens. Properties. Income. Internal messages. This could be used against them certainly, since it was likely already being handed over to the Sith. But it was not crucial. Patents were kept on Stargos systems. Most of what she did was kept only in her own mind. Even Black Market goods drops were not extensively labelled. It would show goods were being moved, where to and credit amounts but that was all.

Change any meetings coming up that were not on their own territory. Ensure the safety of what was hers.

Cryax Bane was no longer hers.

"Who will save you next time Chiss?"
 
There were betrayals Keira had learned to fully expect from the years, and when they eventually transpired she was unsurprised, simply shrugging and going on with life as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. It was merely one very common consequence of working with and among criminals in her everyday life, and not one that had such a large toll on her as it likely would the others of the galaxy. They were just as typical as breathing, and there was no use in attempting to prevent them. The Ravens dealt with any insurgents carefully and in turn, making certain that they would never cross the syndicate again. Whether that required a stern talking to or more permanent means of resolution depended entirely on the individual.

What none of them had anticipated was one of their longest standing and most loyal members to suddenly go rogue. Okay, it wasn't entirely unexpected, given the recent events that had transpired, but it was definitely a shock. That is, it was for her, and most certainly the others as well, namely those higher up in the ranks. Seated in her office she was currently scanning the information of what new recruits the Ravens had amassed within the past weeks, she was mildly surprised when she was booted from the system for no obvious reasons. But, given that the Ravens had their fair share of rivals, she assumed it had come from an outside source. Not uncommon, and something they could handle.

Thankful for what little slicing Cryax had managed to teach her, she immediately attempted to counter the lines of code, finding that impossible. Still, unsurprising. Next she attempted to locate the source. Nar Shaddaa? What the karking... There wasn't any way to explain that one away, especially given the coordinates this attack had originated from. Whatever the Chiss had been thinking, he knew how to shock and surprise everyone. This wasn't a spur of the moment thing, that much was obvious. Whatever his reasons for betraying the syndicate, this was a premeditated attack. How long had he been planning this?

The reality of it sunk in quickly. Here was the man whose life she had saved and protected with her own on countless occasions. Here was the man that had saved her life in return more times than she could count, including the ordeal that had happened in Unknown Space. Here was the man that she completely trusted with not only her life but those of the other Ravens, the man that she not only called friend but loved like a brother. And all of that was gone with a few lines of code and the press of a button. Unlike what most would have done, she didn't react with tears. No, she was angry. Angry she hadn't seen it coming eventually, that she hadn't felt something.

"Tio ne guld fil de a chiesulino!" This would be paid in blood. There wouldn't be any rationalizing, no negotiations of any kind. Cryax could cross them all he wished, he could think he was safe. But they were criminals, and they hardly forgot, let alone forgave. This was personal.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], [member="Cryax Bane"]
 
An hour past the time of the incident, Jarven had finally gotten and digested all of the info. Cryax had turned on them. Jarven liked Cryax, but he liked Patricia a hell of a lot more. And that meant he liked the Red Ravens a hell of a lot more than Cryax. Cryax was the enemy now, that much was for certain. He didn't waste time on emotions. He needed to be strong for Patricia and the Red Ravens' "sinking ship" of an organization. He figured out what needed to be done, so he put out an ad in Sith Space Holonet regions. He knew they weren't amicable anymore, but it was a Sith who had gotten helped him before. Now, he would need a Sith to help him again. A Sith who was trained in Sith Alchemy.

If Cryax had taught him anything, it was that technology was the future. If the Red Ravens were going to recover and become stronger in Cryax' absence, they were going to need someone to step up to the plate. Jarven by himself wasn't nearly smart enough. His plan involved Sith Alchemy, a brain implant, and a little something something he was dreaming up for development. It would have to be in that order, though.

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/53754-looking-for-sith-alchemy-augmentation/
[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Cryax Bane"]
 
The holoscreen ran only as a form of background noise in the luxurious suite Jennifer lived in. Currently she was relaxing on one of the many large couches in the salon section of the large Dragon Palace hotel room she called home. So far it had been a slow day of browsing the holonet on her Sandro computer, the clicks of her mechanical keyboard heard every now and then, well, at least until the sound stopped abruptly in the middle of the day. She stopped because she had just then seen a little animated pixel Jawa pop onto her screen, a speech bubble seen besides it with the text “Warning! Intrusion Detected” She looked at it skeptically for a second before continuing doing what she had been doing for the last few hours.

It was one of her own little inventions to have the Jawa be a digital companion of sorts, made it all a bit jollier, considering how serious slicing otherwise was. But it was one of the standard messages she got when people were very obvious with their slicing attempts, so it didn’t concern her terribly much at first, ignoring it as she started a game of Hutt ball, reminding herself that they had a whole lot of guys to take care of things like this should it be anything major. Obviously, the warning was also triggered if one had gotten a really good grip around the Red Ravens systems, but that was as unlikely as Lysle being alive..

A few minutes afterwards, after having grabbed a soda from the fridge she started to tap into the code to get an overview of what was going on, a frown appearing on her face as large parts were completely altered, her own passwords changed and for some reason the chats on the CryptNet were offline. She started to grow nervous, this was no ordinary person who were attacking them, and as her com-unit started ringing it was confirmed, the signal not being decrypted as it usual was, were an indication on the fact that they had been hit hard. Normally they relied on the much more secure Cryptnet to make the call instead of the HoloNet they used now.

“Good day, Ma’am. I’m calling on the behalf of Miss Kritivaas, it’s urgent, we’re experiencing a major malfunction in our systems. We lost our slicers, I believe she wants you to check up on it.”

Jennifer merely mumbled something inaudible back before she quickly shut off the com link, nervously sitting up straight in the couch as she started to try to figure out what was going on, the CryptNet flooded with mentions of a Darth Vornskr and his… WHAT. THAT was seriously disgusting. Whoever was doing this had a sick form of humor and/or some weird, weird urges. She quickly tried to scroll past the text.

However, despite all this a pattern slowly seemed to emerge in the virus, Jennifer had managed to trace and pick it up in what used to be the ravens private party schedule. She wouldn’t have been able to see the tiny signature in the virus unless it was because she knew the man it belonged to so well, it unmistakably looked like some of the malware Cryax used to code… But, it couldn’t be him, why would he have…?

She jumped off the CryptNet, finding it utterly destroyed and beyond a quick-fix repair. Furthermore, something told her there was more damage to take a look at than just that. She grew more and more anxious as time went on and when she finally got through to Chiasa on her com unit she was on the verge of breaking down.

“Chiasa? Chiasa! What’s going on? My shares in Fizzpop Soda shares are gone, the Crypnet is karked and if-.. If I’m not mistaken. Of course I am. I mean, why would he. It wouldn’t make sense, but it… Cryax did this?” It sounded pleading, almost as if she did not want to have it confirmed, hear someone else say it. She knew she wouldn’t be able to just ignore that another important person disappeared from her life. And her goddamn fizzpop soda shares… How could he.


[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] :: [member="Cryax Bane"] :: [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]​
 
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The Red Ronto. For him it was exile. He remembered being here not too long ago, and as he moved through the dimly lit cantina, he brushed his fingers along the leather of seats. He remembered the smell as it wafted through the ventilation slits of his helmet. The green miasma of smoke in the room was suffocating, and for all its atrocious acts it did upon his nose, once again, he swore he could taste something sour. Must have been something in the air.

He remembered the Red Ronto for its patrons listening to ancient smazzo loud enough to burst the ear drums, but tonight it was deathly silent. Eerie almost. The Red Ronto could be found squatted inside Brink Station, which orbits the Chiloon Rift. Perhaps the single most dangerous flying-turf in the galaxy. Behind Upright towered two Herglics, light-machine slugthrowers clutched in their hands. They made them look like a childs toy, but in Uprights hand, well, hands more like it. Those 'light' machine throwers were heavy business.

He took a seat in a booth, and felt the itching desire to reach under the table and activate the tranquility shield, but when he finally submitted and moved to do so, he only found his finger pressing against a piece of chewing gum. Guess they couldn't afford them he supposed. He pulled back his hand and lit up a deathstick. He seethed with unbridled fury. The fury of which likes had not been known to him before; even after his own daughters betrayal. That moment had scarred him for life, but this was something else.

Cryax Bane was a traitor.

Not a smart one, but a traitor nonetheless. From what was coming in on his feed, Cryax had made off with millions of credits. What a pity, the Ravens were worth quintillions of credits at this point, such was their reach in the galactic underworld. He had done his damage to the Cryptnet, but that was easy work. The Ravens had the wealth and resources to EMP what was left of the crypnet, destroy it and then build it back from the ground up. Though until it was built again, much of the Ravens would be running dark.

The Upright Man leaned into his chair and brought out his mobile device, finding the contact for Cryax. Whether or not he would receive it, it didn't matter all that. He was coming for him, and that was all that mattered. So he began to tap away, before finally sending the message;


I am coming for you.
However long it takes, whatever toll it requires of me, I'm willing.
I'm coming for you. There won't be a day that goes by that I won't be.
You have betrayed your family, you have betrayed me.
I put my faith in you, and I am going to take everything from you.
If it is tomorrow, or in your waning years of life.
One day a knock will come at your door,
and when you answer it,
I am going to blast you into oblivion.

Lysle Rigger.


[member="Cryax Bane"]
 
Chiasa who was staying near both her comm unit and terminal alternating between sitting with utter stillness and pacing like a caged tiger answered almost immediately when [member="Jen"] messaged her.

She took a fraction of a moment to compose her answer after hearing Jens pleading voice. The Twi'lek was angry. She was beyond angry. There were so few people she trusted now.. She wanted to tell Jen that Cryax was going to die, but that was not necessarily what the girl needed to hear.

"He did. Don't worry about your shares, I will buy you the company if you want it."

She pinched the bridge of her nose.

"He was a coward Jen. He betrayed us, his family. He was so afraid of the Sith that when we finally made sure we were safe from them he couldn't cope. He's running straight to them with all our information. Going to try and buy himself a little spot at their feet."

She sighed.

"I need you Jen. He paid off the slicers. You're all I have left for now. Can you get us up and functional? Through the holonet if you have to. I won't let him ruin us. I've been cleaning up his messes too damn long to let this one stop us."

She bared her teeth, anger shining through for a moment.

"I trusted him. Lysle trusted him. It doesn't matter. We'll deal with it. The Red Ravens will survive."
 
It was reassuring that she at the very least could get hold of Chiasa. Jennifer listened to her response with her gold rimmed datapad pressed up against her ear. There was no time for holo conversations.

"He did. Don't worry about your shares, I will buy you the company if you want it."


Jennifer adjusted the phone a bit, responding hastily, almost mumbling, falling over the words that flew from her own mouth. “Thanks, but they don’t matter they… I just thought that he-…” Her voice broke, going an octave higher: “At the very least liked some of us…!” She closed her eyes hardly, rubbing them to try to regain focus, her deep, hectic breath heard over the com channel.

"He was a coward Jen. He betrayed us, his family. He was so afraid of the Sith that when we finally made sure we were safe from them he couldn't cope. He's running straight to them with all our information. Going to try and buy himself a little spot at their feet."

Jennifer heard the sigh over the com channel, opening and closing her mouth as if about to speak, at a loss of words. Still in almost painful discomfort as she continued to listen.

"I need you Jen. He paid off the slicers. You're all I have left for now. Can you get us up and functional? Through the holonet if you have to. I won't let him ruin us. I've been cleaning up his messes too damn long to let this one stop us."

As Jennifer begun to speak, she seemed to be in even more in distress than before, her breaths taken in short hard inhales and quick exhales. “As-As I said the CryptNet is completely karked. Like, he completely-.” Her voice went pitch once more, her words flooding from her mouth, almost too hard to pick up for anyone who had never heard her talk before. It was probably just the thought of Cryax that had made her go on the verge to cry once more. “But he is a genius when it-it comes to this poodoo. O-Okay? I’ll- I will be able to set up some basic poodoo on the Holo, but that will make us easier to slice into. The fact that we use the holo will give us an advantage though. I’ll just set it up the server as Mister Johnsons private stuff and it will take them some time to figure out that we’re the ones using it. Still. It will only work temporarily.” She took a few deep breaths, loudly heard over the com, opening her mouth to talk, but quickly realized that Chiasa was about to too and quieted down for a moment.

"I trusted him. Lysle trusted him. It doesn't matter. We'll deal with it. The Red Ravens will survive."

Jennifer completely broke down after this was said, a held back, whining cry or screech heard from her teary self as she started to break down. She didn’t need to be reminded of this, not now... Not while he had also left… Taking a long, almost violent inhale through her nose she tried, failing, to keep herself calm, her voice at the very least understandable through the sobs, but not calm a tiniest of bits.

“I-I’ll get on it. Get Johnson’s basic Holo server up. Salvage as much as possible from the Crypt then I’ll burn it. After I’ll start building some new cryptnet or something…” It sounded as if she took another deep and sharp inhale away from the datapad, returning midways, her voice clearly showing signs of not being able to hold the façade up for much longer. “Wrestle Mechanics and DD Party got hit too. If you-you have any DD-S1 units in your room lock them up somewhere. You’ll know when I got them under control. Okay?”

A beep from Jennifer's datapad was heard through the com line as she had finished talking, mistakenly pressing another button than the one that would close the conversation. The hard bump and noisy sound of a datapad falling to the floor heard just a second afterwards, Jennifer's long weeping crying heard fully for a moment before the clear indication her crawling towards it and grabbing the phone to then turning it off was heard. The com going silent.


Sometimes... Some person, distanced from this reality could argue, that fires had to purge away the rotten to make way for new and better...​
Or something like that...​


[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] :: [member="Cryax Bane"]​
 
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And the effigy burned…

Let’s face it. Cryax Bane was never going to be a captain who went down with his ship. The Chiss had always been the very pillar of self-preservation. Some may have called it cowardice, but there was a time to thrive and a time to survive. Is the rabbit a coward when it runs from the fox?

But meanwhile at Bane Innovation...

First, came the blood-curdling screams and the pinging of blaster fire. Then came the horrific realization that his entire team of teenager slicers were being massacred in his own office. He caught the sickening sight of Acid, the Twi’lek slicing prodigy, just as she slumped to the ground, her dead eyes staring right at him, tongue lolling out of her mouth, a half-chewed piece of gum sitting on it. Butchers! These were innocent kids being killed. Even he had standards. Finally, the Chiss’ Stargo security droids came spilling into his office, opening fire on their former master. Blaster shots rang out as Cryax’s Mirari bodyguard droids quickly emptied all of their clips on the Stargo droids. The Chiss himself dove behind his desk for his slugthrower. Picking off a few of the reprogrammed Stargo droids, he was ushered into a maintenance lift that emptied into a security exit. His organic security team knew not to bite the hand that fed, and knew enough about Bane to know that wherever he was headed, he would take them with him.

Laser beams pinged off the back of the speeder taxi that picked them up just as the Stargo droids were tumbling out into the street.

Bane's mouth hung open as he checked the messages streaming in on his Datalogger. One was from Frab. The message told him that The Galaxy One and all of its pilots and crew members were gone. The other one was…Impossible. It had to be a hoax or a sick joke. Lysle was dead. Cryax himself had knelt down next to the bloody corpse lying on the grounds of the Solida Husk Estate on Makeb, and lifted the man's wrist to check for a pulse.

He read the message several times, glowing red eyes searching between the lines for a rational answer, but each time yielded the same result. Confusion.

Closing his messages, he took a deep breath, then frantically punched in some numbers on his Datalogger. Force knew if he would actually pick up.


[member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Jen"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="The Upright Man"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="The Upright Man"] [member="Jen"]

Patricia sat down next to Kincaids crib and kept crying. Images from Stargo droids killing bane innovations employees moved through live feeds over Stargo's private network and Patricia saw Cryax leaving through the feeds. It was a cat and mouse game though, he was on Nar'Shadda. When the ravens took the world they did it with Stargo droids, there were hundreds of thousands of them on the planet. Bane's galaxy one had been blown to pieces and now he had to get off world somehow.

But as the Stargo droids moved out into the street they caught the license plate on the man's cab and it was sent to Patricia's live feed. She sniffled and spoke In choked words.

"Order, track license number 34XDLY12. Nar'Shadda Smooth Speeding Company. Stop and destroy if necessary." Patricia said and soon forces went into movement.

Patricia was not as dull as she seemed, bane thought he was smart to get away with everything he could. He thought here and now it seemed, but as any good chess player could tell you the secret was to plan four steps ahead. And that's what Patricia was doing.

Once the lowjack on the cab had come in Patricia shifted droid forces and a few lights ahead of Cryax were various Sapper droids climbing the walls of buildings aiming their rockets at the cab. Patricia operating on Stargo's network shot a message to Cryax's data logger.

"Tell the driver to stop, and get out. Or I will kill you like I killed your employees!" The message read and behind Cryax bane innovations headquarters burned in the night sky of Nar'Shadda.

Afterwards Patricia switched to Stargo Defense Enterprise ships and located her battle group currently above Nar'Shadda. She pressed a few buttons on her data logger and the ships began to move not to blockade anything but into a position to fire down upon a target that was needing a good disabling.
 
With a string of curses and hundreds of unanswered questions Keira pushed away from her desk and stood, with a twitch of her fingers calling her lightsaber into her palm, not that she would be needing the weapon. Yet, anyway. It was clipped at her waist, as per usual, and for a moment that was where she stood, behind her desk, silently contemplating. There wasn't anything to be done, and yet there was everything to do. The others were likely out for blood, not that she could blame them. If it had been anyone else she would be feeling much of the same. There would have been no hesitation in her actions then, and she would have set out to kill them without a second thought. But this was different.

Right now, she wanted answers. She wanted to know why. Why now, why this, why at all. Making Cryax pay for his mistake was the farthest thing from her mind. She just needed to see him, to have some form of closure. It wasn't like her to care so deeply for one that was hardly family, but she did, for all the Ravens. This was her home, and now that one of them had jumped the nest, he would be found, and by force brought back. That, however, was a job best saved for another time, when the wound wasn't quite so fresh. Whatever he would assume, her intentions weren't violence this time. Well, they weren't exactly peaceful, but it isn't like she would hurt him. Okay, she wouldn't break bone.

In a stormy sort of silence she left her office, her destination the room of her own that she'd called home since nothing short of a few months ago, forgoing the apartment she'd once lived in for something closer to the base of operations. Or rather, within it. Once the doors slid shut behind her she crossed to the holoscreen mounted on the wall, once more doing her best to locate exactly where Cryax was at that moment. None of this would do any good if she didn't at least have some idea of where to start looking. Tearing off a piece of discarded paper she scribbled a note that only said she would be back later, leaving it just inside of the door if anyone came looking.

And for a moment she stood there in that eerie silence, letting it envelope her, letting out a frustrated sigh. This was what she needed right then, something to focus on, a driving force. Now she had it. Her amber gaze cut to the holoprojector when it pinged quietly, signalling that it had finally managed to locate the man of the hour. He was still on Nar Shaddaa, unsurprisingly. Where he would head next was the biggest question, and the one no one had an immediate answer to. Anywhere to save his own skin, she supposed. He'd need all the luck he could get.

Crossing to her makeshift desk she typed a message, this one to [member="Cryax Bane"] himself: Wait for me.

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"], [member="Jen"], [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], [member="The Upright Man"], [member="Jarven Zexxel"]
 
Now that his Holocall had been made, Cryax turned his head to the night sky, where Stargo Defense Enterprise ships hung in the air, threatening to descend. Patricia. She had made those Stargo deals, with papers that the Chiss himself had scrawled his signature on. Little did he know he was signing over his life in the process. Patricia had already betrayed him once, selling the Red Raven secrets to the Republic, an act he stupidly forgave. The droids, the Stargo ships. All of this smacked of her handiwork.

A tiny pinging sound rang out from the Datalogger on his wrist. The flashing lights of his notification icon beckoned him to answer the two messages that were waiting. There was a heaviness in his heart as he read the message from Keira. "Wait for me." it pleaded. If only that were a possibly. Cryax's finger hovered over the key for a moment, and then he reluctantly hit "delete."

The second message was from his new bottle-blonde enemy. It ordered him to stop the speeder taxi and make the driver get out. He took one last look at the Stargo vessels overhead and tapped the driver on the shoulder. "Stop," he muttered at the perplexed Bith driver, who turned and hovered onto a nearby landing pad. "Get out," ordered Bane. The Bith shrugged his shoulders and started to protest, but the Chiss's blaster changed his mind. The driver proceeded to scurry away and did not once look back.

Then Cryax waited, his blood red orbs scanning the sky expectantly. Among the stars, either freedom or death waited for him. Only the Maker knew which.

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Jen"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="The Upright Man"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Khaleel Malvern"]
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
[member="Cryax Bane"]

The Stargo Defense Enterprise droids began to surround the landing pad slowly. Warbugs crawled up the edge of the pad and onto the ledge as a group of super clankers walked towards the Chiss from the building the man had the speeder parked at. They trained their weapons to the Chiss and his guard and soon a rather large Super Clanker stepped forward and spoke in the clear crisp voice of Patricia.

"I loved you." The voice said with hate and venom dripping from it.

"You were the most perfect boss, caring friend, you were like a brother to me. I trusted you, we were your family! I bled for you and this is how you repay us! I gave up my life for you!" Patricia's voice radiated through the droids audio box and the sounds of the woman crying were all but dripping from it.

The droids kept their weapons honed on the chiss and the two meter tall droid stepped forward to Cryax and looked down at him with cold metallic white eyes, and even though it couldn't be seen the expression of Patricia's hatred could be cut in the air.

"If this is how you've changed, then I've changed too. Your slicers, your precious company, your fething life is nothing you worthless piece of garbage! And if you so much as talk back to me right now I will put one between your eyes!" The woman's voice said with scorn.

"Why Cryax? Why?" She said and the droid lifted up it's shotgun component and shoved it in the Chiss' face.

"ANSWER ME!!" She screamed at her former boss and a few tears rang out
 
Cryax’s eyes narrowed with disgust. How dare Patricia talk to him about love? To speak to him about trust and family after having reprogrammed the entire inventory of Stargo droids without his permission? Unconscionable. Just how long had his friend, a woman he loved like a sister, been planning this sickening coup against him? After she sold the organization’s secrets to Kian Karr of the Republic or before? As those questions marinated, Bane came to the dim realization that it didn’t matter. The Chiss had a broken mind and a building full of dead slicers. His world had been reduced to rubble, ash, and the crypt dust of his murdered boss. His mind suddenly flashed to the message.

I am going to blast you into oblivion.

The impossibility of a communication from a dead man woke him from his reverie.


Jabbing his finger at the Stargo voice who spoke in Patricia's feminine lilt, Cryax snarled at it, staring down the shotgun barrel defiantly.

“You never bled for me Patricia,” he hissed. “You bled for the credits I put in your pocket. Or did you find that you made more credits selling our secrets to our enemies?”

“You want me to tell you why? I’ll tell you why. Because my dreams have become nightmares. Because this,” He paused and gestured to himself. “Is smoke and mirrors. Because I belong to nobody. Not you. Not Chiasa. Not the Red Ravens. Because I built a prison for myself, and I have to burn it down so that I can be free. And finally…”

“Because I’m not nearly as bad as people say. I am much, much worse.”

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="The Upright Man"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Jen"]
 
Jarven was sitting up in bed. He couldn't sleep. He thought about all the events that had transpired that day, the news about Cryax' betrayal being the most important one. He turned over and got on his commputer. Surely he could send a message before Cryax got rid of his datapad. He started to craft a message.

"Dear Cryax. I know that we haven't known each other long, but the time we did spend together was always a happy time for me. I don't know where you will go or what you will do, but all I have to say is good luck. I hope you find what you're looking for. I also hope that, even though your life is going to be in turmoil, you have at least one friend somewhere in the galaxy. P.S. I like your moxy. :) Stay safe."

After he pressed send, he turned over in bed and stared at the wall in a depressed mood.

[member="Cryax Bane"]
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
Patricia went silent with a cold and furious rage that washed over her body, she could blow Cryax's head off right now and he could do nothing about it. But when she spoke to the man there was nothing but frost and cold venom.

"It was a job Cryax, a job that I quit for you. Who stood by your side when everything was dark? Who protected you and cared for you when you were on your downward spiral. I have always loved you Cryax!" She let those words sink in for a moment for the man.

The robot pressed the barrel of the shotgun against Cryax's cheek and her voice sounded again with that same cold hatred that was there before.

"You listen to me when I speak to you, I loved you, I would have died for you, not for credits, not for secrets, but for you. And as much as it pains me, this is something I have to do." The voice of Patricia said as a cocking sound was heard.

There was a large flash of light and a deafening crack and the shotgun went off, but rather than a dead chiss there was a shattered taxi window and the sound of the woman crying hard.

"I can't kill you! I just can't! Cryax you are my family! You meant the galaxy to me and I still care for you." Everything was silent for a moment and her sobs went deadly quiet.

"So run Cryax, run to your sith brother and his precious Sith Lords. Run away and never come back, because if you do I want you to remember something Cryax, your mother is asleep right now. In her room here at the Dragon Palace casino. And if you ever so much as return to Red Raven territory I will make sure you are both reunited in the after life." Patricia cocked back the robotic arm and a few tears ran down her face.

"If I didn't love you Cryax. I could have killed you tonight, remember that when you lay your head down tonight. So turn around and don't say a word and know that I let you live." The large droid turned around soon the others began to recede back into the shadows of Nar'Shadda. Every bond in Patricia's body said she shouldn't let the man escape, but after all he had done for her. She knew that this would settle the score between the two of them, whether it was right or wrong.

[member="Cryax Bane"]
 
Jarven lay in bed twisting and turning. He was exhausted. The sheets made him hot and bothered so he kicked them off. He still couldn't cool off, so eventually, he got out of bed and walked down the hall to the kitchen. On his way there, he noticed a light on in one of the rooms. He opened the door to a dark room. The only source of light was his wife, [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], sitting in front of a computer screen. She was sobbing, her whole body shaking as she lay on the desk. Kincaid was sleeping peacefully in his little impromptu bed. He went to her, grabbed her cold hands with his hot hands, and turned her in the swivel chair until she faced him.

Tears brimmed to his eyes when he asked, "Honey? What's wrong? Is this about Cryax?"
 

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