The Whole World or Nothing (Cryax Bane’s Takeover of Nar Shaddaa) PM to join

[Cryax Bane]

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Cryax Bane never forgot about Nar Shaddaa. The Smuggler’s Moon sang to him in his dreams, howled to him in his night terrors, and whispered to him in the inbetween of hyperspace. The neon-lit world pulled him like a gravitational field. It mocked and harassed him. Nar Shaddaa was the bad boyfriend that sent drunk texts in the middle of the night.

Today Cryax Bane texted back.

He wouldn’t lie. It was painful being back on Nar Shaddaa. The Chiss slicer remembered each minute of the day he left in vivid detail. The smell of the new carpets on the floors of the Bane Innovation headquarters. The glub-glub of the water cooler burbling softly right next to the conference room where his team of teenage slicers lay dead. Droids spilling out of the corporate office building’s emergency exits in metal waves, scrambling over one another in hot pursuit of traitorous white collar criminal.

What was Nar Shaddaa even like these days? Was the Promenade Princess dead yet? Was [member="Khaleel Malvern"] still wiping syrupy sludge off his bar in that hole in the wall, Jerry’s or Johnny’s or something? He wondered, just how much changed since the blue Raven took flight.

As he navigated the electric playground of the kings of the night, hands shoved in his pockets, red alien orbs ferociously avoiding eye contact, the beleaguered Chiss would soon find out.

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OOC Info: Open to all Techno Union members. This thread is development for Cryax Bane to re-establish himself as a crime lord in on Nar Shaddaa with permission of the Techno Union. If you are a crime lord on Nar Shaddaa, and would like to provide opposition, please PM me! I would love to have you as part of the story, especially if it sets up a lasting rivalry. If you have business on Nar Shaddaa, or if you’d like to join the thread for any other reasons, be it adversarial (hello bounty hunters) or friendly, feel free to shoot me a PM.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Cryax Bane"]

Some men were beasts of nostalgia. They looked back to the past and couldn't help but think how much better the 'old days' really were, those feint whispers of ancient history made them warm inside, made them wish they could return, but the truth was a sad affair in this situation. Because the truth was that you couldn't ever get that history back. Time did not stop and wait for anyone, and usually you find out that a place of your past has already moved on while you were away. Nar Shaddaa was indifferent, Nar Shaddaa was eternal, after all these so-called nations would fall Nar Shaddaa would still exist.

Creeping along like a sick madman just waiting to be put out of its misery, not that this relief would ever come. Because places like Nar Shaddaa were inherently necessary for the well-being of the Galaxy. It were in these places that the scum and villainy could thrive and live without having to cast their shadows on the innocents sentients.

Khaleel Malvern was the polar opposite of nostalgic. He was a practical man, pragmatic even, although even in his youth he had been overtaken by bouts of pride. Pride to think that he could control a world like Nar Shaddaa, could put it under his thumb and crown himself Emperor.

Again... the truth was different, as it often is.

The Underlord, the man who had been crowned Prez. of the Ravens when its decay set in, the man who had fronted the Exchange for over a decade and more counting, he was no longer present on Nar Shaddaa. Not physically, at least. The Exchange and the absorbed Ravens still had some inkling of presence on the planet, of course.

But the insane amount of security droids which had covered the surface of filthy world had been removed - their metal resmelted into something more worthwhile. The Red Dress no longer orbited the world or any other former Raven worlds, its purpose long since diverted from a capital warship into something more... profitable. The club of the Golden Nautolan was still run by that same amalgamation of criminal corruption.

The truth was that the Underlord had realized the futility in trying to control an entire moon. Some of the more high-ranked criminals still sought his advice, his blessing, but most were operating independently. The truth was that Khal's operations had outgrown a single moon, a single system or even a single sector: so why try to hold onto some piece of territory like a crazed mutt when the entire Galaxy was your oyster?

No, Khal had found something better than Nar Shaddaa for himself.

That being said [member="Cryax Bane"] was one of the rare individuals who would still have the Underlord's ear. It would be as easy as to simply walk into Barry's (Jimmy's had been burned down to the ground by a certain orange twi'lek, right before handing Khal the keys to the metaphorical kingdom) and ask to talk to the boss of bosses.

If that was his wish, of course.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Malcom was still slightly shell shocked in the course of a few weeks He'd been tortured, bound to his boyfriend of all of a month by sith magic ... that was not so terrible now, made bathing fun. Then just recently he had woken up to some peons of [member="Crix Meriet"] , a friend of Cryax's. To tell him that he had to leave coruscant even if it did feel like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. He had gone and it was a good job he had really because it seemed Cryax had defected. They had talked of it after the incident with the sith lord. His scars still hurt.

Now they had come to Nar Shaddaa. Malcom had never been here before, indeed despite his claims he'd never left coruscant before, the planet reminded him of Coruscant. It made him feel safer, Safe was somthing he'd not felt in a long time. Somthing in the electric lights sang of home, he could live here if that's what Cryax wanted. He'd found himself quite content to just shadow Cryax and be his 'house husband' of sorts. It was less stressful than running a gang. He left that to Cryax all the men who remained became Cryax's after his club was sold hastily.

He slid his free hand into Cryax's pocket as they walked, grabbing his blue hand and entwining their fingers "You okay Cry ?" He asked squeezing his boyfriend's hand softly. The chiss looked rather stressed more than usual. Malcom would run him a nice bath and pamper him when they got back and then they could do .... other things.

First though it seemed they had a large slice of underworld pie to carve out. Lucky Malcom had brought his gun.

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

Sure, to some folks Nar Shaddaa was just another moon. To Bane, the planet meant so much more. It signified a way out. Or a way back, more like. The One Sith couldn’t make him dance anymore. His puppet strings were worn and fraying, ready to snap at any moment. His Imperial governorship over Csilla was an absolute farce. The Chiss people didn’t want him and the feelings were mutual. Bane was no politician. Never was. Then there was the gratuitous torture of his boyfriend, Malcom, a torture the One Sith did nothing to stop nor deliver reproach for. Not even a slap on the hand for the Butcher King. It was the last broken and bloodied straw.

As they walked through the Uscru Entertainment District, Malcom picked up on the Chiss’ pensive expression. A two billion credit bounty was dropped on his head recently, a mark that Cryax couldn’t bribe his way out of, yet here he was, walking around in public. Like he had a death wish. He lifted his hand from his pocket to weave his fingers through his boyfriend's, returning the squeeze. “I’m fine, ch'acah," he said, lying through his teeth. Malcom would see through it, but his lover knew that this was something Cryax had to do. He might tut at him, but wouldn't try to stop him, no matter how dangerous things got. Bane gave the other man a quick kiss on the cheek, and nodded towards a neon sign featuring a dancing Twi’lek, nearly indistinguishable from the planet’s thousands of other neon signs with dancing Twi’leks.

“This is the place.”

He and Malcom had a meeting with a group mid-tier thugs from the Coruscant Rotary Club. Loyalists just crazy enough to join him in whatever leap he was about to take.

They'd meet. And then they’d set the wheels in motion.

[member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Nei Laa]

[member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Malcom Langly"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

Nei was currently sitting at the place where, unbeknownst to her, Cryax Bane and his lover were about to enter. Not that she cared. Her focus right now was to nurse a strong drink and hope that something interesting happened.

The Nautolan wasn't doing too bad, as far as things went. She still smuggled a bit, though on occasion she'd offered her services as a pilot or a taxi service to people who didn't want to take a shuttle. At the very least, she wasn't in debt, which was saying something considering the fact that all smugglers seemed to owe somebody something.

In fact, this very moment Nei was simply waiting for her ship, the Lucky Star, to finish refuelling and for a few minor repairs to be finished. She'd dropped off a delivery of spice and glitterstim for one of the local Hutt crime lords, and decided to waltz around this area for a little bit, to see if she ran into anybody from her days with the Ravens. Not that it was likely; the only person she ended up having a regular correspondence with was [member="Joran Del-Finn"] and, well, that was due in part to him being the closest person to help her out of a pickle. As much as she loathed it.

She slammed back a shot at the bar, letting out a teensy little burp. "Another one, please." Hey, at least her manners were kind of improving.

"Please, allow me to buy you a drink," came a slimy voice to her right. Nei turned her head slightly, black eyes inspecting the equally slimy human male sitting next to her.

"Tcha. Beat it." She reached forward to grab the drink, but the male blocked her, grabbing her hand instead.

"Come on, lovely, is that any way to--"

The man suddenly found himself looking straight into the barrel of Nei's blaster. The Nautolan's lips were pulled back in a snarl, and her tresses looked like writhing snakes. "I said, beat it! You be slimy and stupid, and I not want to talk to you." She growled. "Scram!"

So much for improved manners.

 

[Breanna Volsh]

The Pink Pleasure Palace was alive and active. Customers lounged about the bar drinking till they couldn't see, the gambling hall was not quite at capacity, and the private rooms were all full.

Bree walked the main floor smiling and encouraging the customers. All of her friends, and remaining family were gathered into this place. She had recovered from her time as a slave no thanks to the little bugger who put her there. Her children were growing, Micah and [member="Lily Hex-Volsh"] and then there was her lover [member="Jericho"] life could not feel any better than it did.

Blissful, and tonight she was raising a glass to ring in another day filled with happiness, competition, romance, and credits. "Drink up everyone" She lifted her glass, those around her lifted there and drank down whatever concoction they had chosen as their poison for the night. Bree chose a honey wine which she had stored up.

Where was @Miles Verdan her body guard, had he finally succumbed to Tia or Zara she did not know.

Little to Bree know that change was in the winds, change and perhaps an encounter with the one man she hated more than any other.

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

Sempra took in a deep breath. While his presence on the moon stil had to be kept as a very well kept secret he could not resist but stop for but a moment and take it all in.

Nar Shadda, the smugglers moon. Second only to Nal Hutta as the most hutt affiliated location in the galaxy.

He had fought to hard and to stubbornly to have the moon stay under the Hutt Cartels influence in the past. His approach on this had back fired and the old rulers of the moon had made sure his name had been marked as an unwanted part of Nal Hutta, something that had created a similair situation on Nar Shadda.

He knew establishments, like the Pink Pleasure Palace and its owner [member="Breanna Volsh"] had refused to sell his products. Had she not been protected by the present bosses with Red Raven ties things would have turned out otherwise. But, alas, he had been forced to ignore that market alongside so many others. Something he meant to correct.

Sempra was not new to these kind of intrigues. He had kept network of informants on the moon. Most recently he had learned about a shift in the underworld power.

This character, [member="Cryax Bane"] , had reappeared after a long time elsewhere. While Sempra had no details on his intentions he had gathered enought information that it had unsettled many movers and doers on the moon.

If he had not been passed missinformation about this chiss he was there to try and retake his old position.
This was exactly the kind of opportunity that Sempra had been waiting for. And so he had forward a message to Mr Bane that he wished to meet him and discuss future business opportunities.
Apparently it had been interesting enough and a meeting had been set up.

In the dark Sempra had therefore landed on Nar Shadda under no premise that it was him arriving.

It only took a short while, using back alleyes, for Sempra and his entourage of slaves and body guard to reach the warehouse where they were supposed to meet....

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Scum littered the streets of Nar Shaddaa, at least to the eyes of the Field Marshal. He wasn't very fond of the entire moon due to the people that roamed every corner of it. They weren't civilized at any degree at all because of all the existing cartels competing each other to establish a monopoly over the operations on the Smuggler's Moon. He or she that is emperor of Nar Shaddaa would literally outcast others with a long shadow that would be difficult to out rule. Difficult, but not impossible.

Despite how much Vilaz hated and despised the moon it did provide a good sum of income for him and others in the occupations that he was in: bounty hunting and mercenary work. Obviously, most crime lords were too cowardly to do the job themselves and would require others to do them. Someone who has a background similar to Vilaz would be paid very handsomely. His culture's reputation proceeded him and made his adversaries be more cautious in dealing the likes of him.

The Mandalorian was in a cantina owned by a Hutt who happened to be his employer. He was about to enjoy a bottle of Corellian Ale when his comm link began beeping from his boss. Without hesitation, he opened the comm and was informed that Cryax Bane had stepped foot on Nar Shaddaa. "I know that coward. I to met him on Nal Hutta while trying to collect his head for a bounty," the Warrior replied back to the Hutt. Cryax wasn't a huge threat to the Bounty Hunter, but his presence on Nar Shaddaa would make many crime lords uneasy, knowing the reputation this Chiss had. After he replied back to his employer the crime lord ordered him to find Cryax and neutarlize him. "As long as the credits are good."

Being a bit upset of not having one sip of his ale the Mandalorian got up and walked towards the exit of the cantina to get the appropriate weaponry from his personal vessel. He was determined to capture this infamous crime lord and earn big credits from his head. Things won't be like how they were on Nal Hutta.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Did heads turn when Cryax entered the cantina? Some, yes. Bane used to be a major figure on the crime-infested planet back when the now defunct Red Ravens made a play for Hutt space, and most of the scum that patronized this particular bar remembered being shaken down by Bane or his cronies at one point or another. Blue fingers threaded through Malcom's, head down, the Chiss made a beeline for the backroom where there was a beefy Gamorean guarding the door against anyone who was not Cryax Bane. The Chiss didn't see [member="Nei Laa"] yet, but for what he was about to do, he would definitely need her help.

Around the room there were representatives from various gangs, like the Bleeders, Serroco, and the Shadow Syndicate along with an assortment of freelance smugglers and thieves, and of course, Bane's men from the Coruscant Rotary Club. Bane took his place next to the ringleader of this ragtag collective, a Devaronian named Firacomo Daws. Firacomo was slated to be Bane's right-hand man in what the Chiss coined "Operation X,” a planet-wide crime spree that was kicking off that very evening.

At Cryax and Malcom’s arrival, the Devaronian crime lord debriefed the gangs on who was hitting what location. Once Operation X was underway, hordes of gangsters and thugs, would gleefully terrorize businesses, assassinate rival crime bosses, and massacre their henchmen, all for the promise of a lucrative criminal career lead by Bane. The motley crew would sync up with other gangs and sleeper cells all over the planet. Thousands were patiently waiting for the signal, a simple Holomessage that contained a single letter “X.”

The signal was sent by Cryax himself, and as the letter flashed up on Datapads throughout the room, the criminals swarmed out the back exit and into the night. Nar Shaddaa law enforcement wouldn’t know what hit them. With that part of the operation underway, it was time to hit the weapons cache, a long oblong crate which was filled with everything from Charric weapons, smuggled fresh out of Csilla, to CryoBan Rifles to stun nets to glop glue. Cryax and Malcom took as many weapons as they could carry. For what they were about to do, they’d quite a bit of firepower.

[member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Breanna Volsh"] [member="Nei Laa"] [member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Malcom Langly"]

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OOC note: I'll get to all of you guys eventually. I need to set up a little bit of the story first

 

[Cryax Bane]

Now that they had weapons, they needed men and women. The Bleeders had a few they could spare, and these guys? They were cold blooded. Nar Shaddaa organ thieves generally were. Dressed in armored clothing, nothing too flashy since they needed to blend, and carrying a mini arsenal of weapons, twenty-two Bleeders followed Bane and Malcom out the back of the cantina.

There were swoop bikes waiting for the criminals and their leader. Cryax gave Malcom a kiss and the other man onto the back of his bike, careful not to aggravate his bad knee. Cryax might have been going on a planet wide crime spree, but he still had time for a little romance. Anything less would be uncivilized.

As they screamed through the streets of Nar Shaddaa, the Chiss witnessed first-hand the results of Operation X. Black smoke billowed from multiple fires. Blaster fire crisscrossed through the night air. Gangs faced off with Techno Union authorities who were struggling to contain the riots. The authorities were so overwhelmed that their swoops remained untouched other than a stray shot from a slug thrower here and there.

One Cryax reached his destination, he held up a thin blue hand. The other swoops fell in line, descending on the landing pad where above them, the Pink Pleasure Palace floated. The owner would remember him well, even through the groggy haze of sedatives. The Chiss had drugged captured her on Coruscant, then sold her to the Hutts. Somehow she escaped, but that wasn’t his concern; he'd already made a fethton of credits off the pretty Zeltron.

The gang members piled into a shuttle that ascended to the main hangar of the Palace. Blaster bolts rang out as the security guards who tried to stop them got a one way ticket to an early grave. Then, with Malcom at his side, Cryax and his gang entered the Pink Pleasure Palace, with weapons fully drawn, and many dramatic gun cocks. His glowing red eyes glimmered with amusement as Cryax turned towards a bouncer.

“You. Get me, Miss Volsh. Let’s just say I’m a very special guest.”

[member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Breanna Volsh"] [member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

"This'll give Cryax a blast to the past," the Mandalorian said to himself as he picked up one of his favorite scatterguns, the Bloodstripe Cannon that was exclusive to Underground members with some ionite, anti-blaster aerosol, cortosis dust, and regular slugs. It was one of the many weapons he used to capture Cryax on Nal Hutta and was destroyed by the likes of Keira Ticon. Ever since that skirmish between him and Red Raven and Hutt personnel he always brought cortosis dust shells to a fight. Even Force Users were as low as street rats and all kinds of scum. It was unnatural to see such character running around with a spacer outfit and be a henchmen of a crime lord instead of utilizing their power for a greater hierarchy like the Sith Order. She was most likely one of Cryax's high paid guards thanks to her set of skills, but now that the Red Ravens crime organization collapsed and disbanded he wouldn't have to deal with Keira being an obstacle for him when it came to hunting down Cryax's head; however, there could be a surprise waiting for the Bounty Hunter.

After he had equipped himself with his shotgun, two duel WESTAR 34 pistols, two flashbangs, a Fett-Kal knife, and had his poncho and jetpack he walked forward to a speeder having its owner on the seat with a beautiful Twil'lek and pushed him off of it. The Twil'lek reacted in the ordinary fashion by getting off of the vehicle and went to where her date fell. "Don't be an ass, it's insured," the Mandalorian said to the couple before he sped off to the coordinates of Cryax's whereabouts. During his trip to the cantina he was heading for he could see various pillars of black smoke ascending up into the atmosphere from different fires in different locations, and could hear blasterfire in the distance. The usual on Nar Shaddaa: rival gangs fighting for dominance and territory; no less, no more.

Finally, he arrived outside of the cantina where some paid informant gave the directions to Vilaz's employer and then forwarded them to Vilaz. Time to see what lay in store for the Field Marshal. If his target was in here, then he would have some opposition but would ultimately find a way to score big on his head; however, if Cryax wasn't inside the building he would get information regarding to the Chiss from the patrons, the bartender, and others outside of the cantina whether by using lethal or non-lethal methods to get what he needed.

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Breanna Volsh"] [member="Nei Laa"] [member="Malcom Langly"] [member="Khaleel Malvern"]

 

[Nei Laa]

[member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Breanna Volsh"]

(Please let me know if I need to change anything)

The pest scurried off, and Nei holstered her weapon, though not before seeing the bartender's face. "What? He be stupid." The bartender merely shook his head and walked away. He'd clearly seen many displays like that.

Letting out a soft snort, the Nautolan looked around to make sure there were no other idiots to fend off. Usually her surly attitude kept them at bay but, as evidenced by earlier, it didn't always work.

Her black eyes didn't catch anything out of the ordinary, so she turned back and-- wait. She'd seen something -- a flash of blue and a shock of red. It was but an instant, yet Nei was almost certain the figure had been a Chiss. The Chiss? Not sure. Though the woman had yet to run into many Chiss, she still knew they were certainly out there. And really, would it be all that strange to see one here?

Even so... If it really was Cryax Bane, coming back to his old territory, things were gonna be interesting.

And yet, her life was chock full of interesting stuff. Surely she deserved a break? Yes, I do, so I'm just going to stay here and not do anything. A lovely resolution, really. And one which would have lasted her just fine...

...had her experienced auditory organs not caught the sound of blaster fire, swoop bikes, and of hell breaking loose.

Nei swallowed. If she wasn't sure before, now she was almost certain. It had to be the doing of Cryax, or at least someone hoping to piggyback on his notoriety. Slapping a few credits down, she swiped down her visor and bolted out the door. If it really was Blue Boy, then Nei just might be lucky enough to get a job outta this. If it was some imposter, well... The Nautolan respected the Chiss enough to ensure he was he, and not morphed into someone else's fame.

Outside fires burned, building were damaged, and it was just general chaos. She saw a guy (Vilaz) loaded up with weapons pull up, and she hurried over to him. With that many weapons, he had to know what was goigoin on.

Visor still down, but hands on the butts of her weapons she walked up to him. "Hey, you! You know what be happening?"

 

[Breanna Volsh]

Word came to her slowly much like playing a game of telephone with cans and string when a child a message starts out one way, and ends another. "what?" Bree asked again the tiny little waitress pointed towards the door.

"Ohh ok..someone needs me at the door" Bree with her drink in hand headed towards the entrance to the Palace. As she got closer she couldn't quite tell who was waiting, Liam the bouncer stood with his arms crossed looking at someone in front of him, and occasionally looking back as if waiting for her to approach. Unusual for he did his job quite well and knew the clientele that were admitted and who would be turned away.

She got closer and stopped for a moment her hand trembled, she took another step. A Chiss....not any chiss it was THAT Chiss. She could feel her jaws tighten as anger replaced the moments of fear. She walked up and stood beside the bouncer, "You asked for me?" She knew his face, but his name clearly was not what he had given on that day. So who was this slave broker?

She wanted a blaster to shoot him. She wanted to hang him by his toes, if Chiss have toes, and watch him squirm. She would turn the house of Pleasure into the House of Pain just for him.

She wouldn't make a scene in front of her patrons, it would hurt business, and scare the patrons.

[member="Nei Laa"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

Compared to commanding droid armies and walkers in the canyons of Ord Mirit and running from turbo laser fire that rained out of the sky over the Contruum mountains, this kind of operation was a walk in Coruscant Park. A smirk came when Cryax saw how wide Breeana Volsh’s eyes were. You seem familiar, did you enslave me once?

“Hi!” he said with a tone of mock cheer. “We’ve met before. At the Coruscant Tourism Center. We had fun didn’t we? I’m sure I gave you a fake name at the time, but I won’t today. I promise. I’m Cryax Bane, this is my associate Malcom Langly, and these are the Bleeders.”

His thin blue hand gestured to the forest of thugs who surrounded him, their faces as still as statues.

“Bleeders, say hello to the nice lady.”

Complete silence.

“Forgive their appalling manners,” Bane added. “I’m here to offer you a deal. It’s a great opportunity for your club to take advantage of our security services for a nominal amount of credits.”

A chik-chik sound came as the Chiss cocked his charric rifle. Then he winked at Malcom. It was the signal to get ready to fire in case things went south. Bane turned his glowing red eyes back to the Zeltron owner.

“I think you’ll find that it behooves you to comply, Miss Volsh.”

[member="Breanna Volsh"] [member="Malcom Langly"]

 

[Breanna Volsh]

Bree stood there she could feel the combination of sarcasm and hate building ready to take form in words, as she smiled at him sweetly, "Do I get to shoot you first I'd personally pull the trigger." She wasn't saying no, but she wasn't saying yes either. Her people were out numbered and no matter how many witnesses it likely wasn't enough.

She had once had another such group of gangsters at her door trying to weasel in on her profits, [member="Jericho"] had taken care of them that night. Then there was that other occasion where [member="Miles Varden"] stepped in, but neither were available to her right now. Course now would be a good time for [member="Tiberius Rex"] to need a drink.

The personal security of the Palace was minimal bouncers, and one or two armed guards within the Palace to help with problems. So now what do you do when the problem is at the front door and wants in. And the problem was the one who put you in a cage.

Course now there was something else to consider, actually three things to consider.

She growled low, she knew that she had few choices at the moment they were outgunned. Why was she paying Miles again?

"You and one of your little minions can come in the rest wait here. NO shooting, NO harassing my customers, NO Service for them, and NO drinks for them. They stay here." She pointed to the floor.

"Liam, Mr. Bane and one guard." She then stepped back and waited to see if he would come inside. She wasn't the type to pull a fast one, and no matter how much she wanted to gibbs slap [member="Cryax Bane"] she couldn't. She had to protect her interests as much as she could.

So. That left it in his mind whether to insist for more, or not.

[member="Malcom Langly"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Nei Laa"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

"Ok Ch'eo Ch'acah" Malcom replied, Trying his best to get the Chiss right, he was unconvinced by [member="Cryax Bane"] . The man was quite the accomplished Criminal but Malcom could read his boyfriend like a book. He was stressed, worn down and down right fed up. Malcom really wanted to tell Cryax to leave the heavy work to his , well their, grunts then whisk him back home to dote on him. He wanted to go home not just because cryax was in need of a lifetime of TLC but also because he was freaking terrified. Being tortured by a sith Lord had knocked the stuffing out of him, this was his first time out of their home since the incident and he saw danger in every shadow. Sadly this was something his Cry needed so Malcom would just have to soldier through "When we are done here I'll run you a nice bath and rub your aches away then we can cuddle up to watch reality tv, I think there is cheesecake left over " that was until one of the two inevitably got bored and initiated bed related mischief.

As Cryax indicated their meeting place Malcom glanced around, he tried to hide it but he was scanning for people. He didn't want to be tortured again. It all looked safe.

Then with a kiss on his cheek Cryax gently tugged Malcom along. This place didn't look special but then again neither did Malcom's cane and that was made of the salvaged armour of Darth Fader , or so Malcom claimed ... or was it vader, Malcom never could remember. Perhaps he should have listened more in history (No Miss Borgein 3rd year history tutor that does not mean you were right in your report ) . Thus Malcom followed beside Cryax hand firmly gripping his boyfriend's hand. He didn't trust these gangs, he didn't truly trust anyone but cryax anymore.

Malcom sat silently beside the chiss throughout the debriefing, steadfastly refusing to let Cryax's hand go. It was his crutch to keep the paranoia from boiling over. Much as he longed to lay his head on his boyfriend's shoulder Malcom remained bolt upright. He couldn't make cryax look weak by showing these grunts just how broken he himself was. However whilst he might have been feigning the appearance of readiness and fortitude , he wasn't listening to the crime lord outlining the plan. Malcom prefered to busy himself mentally plotting the feel of cry's hand in the hopes he could use it the next time Cryax had to nip out. Afterall since Vormsker's curse Cryax couldn't even go to the shop alone without both men suffering literal heartache. Malcom was reliably informed by the sith that the longer the two were parted the more it would hurt. Last time Cryax had gone away on business for the weekend malcom had begun to feel like he was dying.

A buzz in his pocket roused him from his thoughts. It was a message from Cryax. A capital 'X' "Csei viz ttah bun cart ch'a ver, visot" He smiled , struggling once again with the chiss but not trusting to vocalise his affection in basic in front of these gangs. Of course Malcom knew the 'X' was the signal to begin the rampage but what was the use of a boyfriend if you couldn't tease them.

He like Cryax stocked up on weapons , carrying notably less than all the others due to his bad knee preventing him from utilizing guns requiring more than one hand. The breif minutes that his hand had been parted from Cryax's had been torment, what with all these gangbangers breathing down his neck he was scared and only his boyfreinds hand could ease his fear. The secound they had their weapons his hand was back gripping the Chiss's as they walked out into the back alley. Malcom allowed Cryax to help him onto the back of the swoop bike wincing just a little as he sat down. Then with a kiss to tide him over His Cry let go of his hand and got on the front of the bike. Once they were off Malcom pressed himself into Cryax's back Subtly leaning against his boyfreind one arm lay around his lovers suited midriff the other tightly clutching a slugthrower pistol whilst his head rested on the chiss's upper back.

All too soon they were at their destination, he would once again be deprived of his love's constant touch. He was hating all this. They fell in at the landing pad and Cryax helped Malcom back off the bike, malcom once again took Cryax's hand having left his cane at home, annoying thing always got in the way in fights. For tonight he'd make do with a brace and Cryax's support , no doubt his knee would object later but for now he needed both hands free. One to clutch his boyfriend and the other to hold his gun.

As shots rang out on the groups arrival from the shuttle Malcom was pleased to find his shattered resolve had not left his abilities with a gun rusty. Once the gun fire stopped malcom began tentatively stepping over the dead bodies , desperate to avoid glancing at those cold dead eyes, as he was tugged into this ' Pink Palace' Once again standing silent as Cryax spoke at the bouncer, his blue love was good at this, talking with a confidence and firmness Malcom could not muster.

In stark contrast to these 'bleeders' of Cryax's Malcom put his pistol back in the holster as [member="Breanna Volsh"] came into view and he even gave her a slight smile and a nod as he was introduced. He might as well set himself up to be good cop, he wasn't really up to intimidation. The woman looked slightly unhappy to see all these people at her doors. That was to be expected but she seemed to hold a particularly cold glare for Cryax. What could his Cry have done to deserve that. As for the presence of toes on his chiss Lover Malcom could attest to their presence , ten infact . However they like the rest of cryax's handsome form were under Malcom's protection, whatever that counted for in his present state. So Cry would not be hung up if the crippled crime lord could help it.

Malcom frowned as Cryax let go of his hand to cock his rifle but following Cryax's signal he simply slipped the freed hand back to his holster. The zeletron made what Malcom hoped was a joke about shooting Cryax, not on his watch but assumedly realising she was out gunned she relented allowing Cryax and one other to enter, Malcom's hand left his gun and settled back on Cryax's back "Me?" He asked softly. He knew Cryax would be better protected by one of the other guards but he couldn't bear to be parted from Cry. Not with all these unknown people.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

The Bounty Hunter was about to interrogate a Rodian patron that didn't seem to be bothered by the chaos and havoc occurring around the cantina from different locatins, but he was interrupted from a Nautolan who asked him of what is happening. He observed her structure and saw that both of the woman's hands were around her rear end. This could either mean that she was pulling her pants up or she had something lethal on her butt, and this was a bad move when approaching to a Mandalorian. Vilaz didn't trust anyone who wasn't part of the Mandalorian culture especially for the likes of the Republic and the vile scums inhabiting the smugglers' moon. The Redneck pulled out one of his WESTAR 34s from their respective holster and aimed at the alien. He didn't fire since he would give her one fair warning. "One smart move that I don't like and I'll make sure your tentacles will be sold on the black market," the Warrior said to the Nautolan still aiming at her center mass.

"And to answer your question: no, I don't know what's happening. Though, I do have a bounty on Cryax's head. Any chance you know where he went?" Finally, some to interrogate and get answers from. If she wasn't any use to him he would just move on to the next patron. Perhaps the bartender would be his next victim or not.

[member="Malcom Langly"] [member="Breanna Volsh"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Nei Laa"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

Bane knew that his boyfriend was miserable. After the abhorrent torture he’d endured at the hands of Darth Vornskr, Malcom had a karkload of post-traumatic stress. Cryax spent many nights comforting the other man, who would wake up in a cold sweat, trembling. It pained him to see such discomfort in the handsome human's icy blue eyes, but unfortunately, Operation X was a necessary evil. Cryax was doing this for the both of them, securing their futures as crime lords of the Smuggler’s Moon, so that they’d be free from the Sith’s iron grip. Once things settled in and Cryax was established as the kingpin, Malcom could go back to his first love, running clubs where men wrestled in grease. The two men could possibly even get amnesty from the Techno Union if they could find the right folks to bribe.

“Oh I’m not staying, Princess,” insisted the Chiss, his lips spreading into a bright white smile. “It’s not really my kind of place.” His glowing red eyes panned around at the forest of faces, curious patrons wondering who the armed Chiss and his cohorts might be. Turning back to Breanna, Cryax gave the Zeltron a self-satisfied smirk.

“The account details are being sent to your datapad. You have twenty-four hours to make a payment or else one of these Nar Shaddaa gangs that are under my control, will pay your fine establishment a visit. Same goes for if you miss a monthly payment.”

He jerked his head at the gang. “Let’s go boys and girls.”

Satisfied that Breanna would make the right decision, the Chiss turned on his heel, and with his arm around Malcom, walked across the landing pad, heading for the Pleasure Palace’s private shuttle.

“Anything you want on Nar Shaddaa will soon be yours, ch'acah,” he told his long-suffering love. “The Smuggler’s Moon is your oyster.”

A few Bleeders’ stayed behind, with their beady eyes trained on the Zeltron owner, rifles aimed, waiting until the Chiss was safely in the shuttle. Wouldn’t want their new boss getting shot in the back tonight.

[member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Malcom Langly"] [member="Breanna Volsh"] [member="Nei Laa"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"]

 

[Nei Laa]

[member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

The smuggler's writer was still giggling at Vilaz's post, especially since she wasn't holding her butt, she was holding the butts of her weapons. Not that the writer was upset; they just found it really, really funny.

Nei, however, was not laughing. At all. In fact, her hands were removed from the stock of her pistols, and slowly raised in the air. She did not like having guns pointed at her, especially when threats followed (not that she noticed the irony there).

"Tresses," the woman growled. "Not tentacles, not tails. Tresses." She snorted softly. "Si'hklesi chee."

Black orbs studying the man before her, Nei thought for a moment. Genius she was not, but even an idiot would know the right answer mattered here. And to here Blue Boy's name thrown into the mix? Helpful. Not surprising, but helpful. "I not know where he be specifically, but... If he be back, there be one thing only: Cryax wants power back. This be his second home, before Red Ravens collapsed. Sooooo... These riots be his fault." Now Nei was talking more to herself than to the Mandalorian fellow. "Gotta be. Make things crazy, big distraction, be good for coming back." She grunted. "Nice strategy."

Her eyes refocused on the man, though he still couldn't see her face beneath her visor. "Point. Cryax be where there be least chaos, but local. Not want to travel too far, but not want to go where it be crazy. Crazy fights mean lots of cops. Find casino where there not be many cops. Duh." The Nautolan snorted again, this time much louder. "But you take me with you. Cryax know me, I be former employer."

And maybe she could figure out what in the world he was planning.