Private Bank Robbery Gone Right

[Sycorax Laveaux]

An armored van came crashing through the windows of the Intergalactic Bank of Coruscant. Shards of transparisteel showered the floor, scattering across the lobby as clients and tellers ran for cover.

The doors to the back of the van opened. Out poured the bank robbers, four in all. Hired by a Hutt crime lord working with the Black Sun, they were supposed to steal a few thousand dollars.

Among them was McGill, standing out both for his mothlike appearance and because he hadn’t bothered to wear a mask to hide his identity. Fluffing his wings, he sprouted another pair of arms, reached back into the van, and retrieved a can of flammable fuel. Unscrewing the can, he began to pour out its contents, covering the floor and furnishings in combustible liquid. With his other pair of hands he pulled a couple of grenades from his belt and began to juggle them as he walked into the bank, leaving a glistening, slippery trail of oil like a snail.

Terrified bystanders watched him as he passed, their screams drowned out by the blaring alarms. McGill paid them little mind. The scent of fuel was in his nostrils, a fresh box of matches burning a (metaphorical) hole in his pocket; nothing could spoil his good mood.

The police had already been summoned, but it would take about five minutes for them to arrive. In the meantime, McGill intended to light this place up like a Life Day tree.

Luck​

 

[Luck]

Intergalactic Bank of Coruscant
Tags: Sycorax Laveaux

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"SHUT UP!"

Luck was quick to step out of the armored transport, picking up a piece of rubble and hurling it at the alarm system in the room. It shattered on impact. A sigh of satisfaction escaped his domed helmet as the blaring of the alarm system became quieter, at least in this part of the bank.

"Gods, why do they make those things so damn loud," he frowned. "Gonna make my brain rattle out of my skull."

The witch boy pulled off his helmet, breathing in the chaos in the air. He exhaled, a grin spreading across his chit-eating mug. Screw going to the netherworld or attending some wack Sith ritual. This was where it was at.

"Now this is GREAT!" Luck nodded. "I need to work for Black Sun more often. Oh?"

Something had caught his eyes. An elderly woman, cowering beneath a service desk. An employee no doubt. The Sith strode over to her casually, looming over her. His shadow shifted first, moving over her cowering body. This, it seemed, was enough to get her to open her eyes. No words escaped her mouth. She was terrified, clearly. Enough to have a little fun.

The desk melted around the old woman, phasing into the ground below her. Luck began to grow, his wicked smile looming ever higher above her. Soon, the scenery had begun to warp. They were standing on an ocean of blood, amorphous limbs and shambling corpses dragging themselves out of the depths. A black mass engulfed the sky, filling it with flaming red eyes. a toothy, hellish grin spread across the atmosphere, the maw of hell itself opening, an endless row of razorblade teeth filling it's maw-

Not really, anyways. It was all illusions, Luck's heretical skill. Unfortunately, they seemed to have worked too well.

"Ah chit," the witch boy frowned. "Gave her a heart attack. Sorry, lady."

She was old anyways. Nature was gonna catch up with her eventually, right? His stride still casual, Luck made his way over to one of the other robbers, who seemed to be dowsing the building in gasoline. He grinned wickedly at the sight. Luck did fancy himself a good block fire.

"Got a lot of gasoline there, Moth Guy," Luck noted. "Any to spare?"

 

[Sycorax Laveaux]

Someone silenced the alarm klaxons.

"Got a lot of gasoline there, Moth Guy. Any to spare?"

"Hm?" McGill turned, still juggling the grenades. For a moment it looked as if he might drop one, but by some miracle he kept all the little balls of death in the air. "There should be another can in the van. Hey, that rhymed!"

He laughed, a demented cackle that echoed through the halls.

"Don't move!" a tinny voice exclaimed.

McGill whirled, gas sloshing out of his can. A security droid stood before him, wielding a stun blaster. With a bored sigh, McGill pulled the pins on all three of the grenades and threw them at the droid, then made a break for it.

The resulting explosion shook the building. McGill was thrown through the air, his wings spreading to slow his flight. The fuel on the floor ignited, the flames spreading rapidly. Debris rained down on McGill, who landed relatively safely on the other side of the bank... conveniently close to the vault.

Luck​

 

[Luck]

Intergalactic Bank of Coruscant
Tags: Sycorax Laveaux

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Luck grinned, nodding with approval before returning to the van. Sure enough, there was more gasoline present. The witch boy helped himself as explosions went off behind him, making his way to the bathroom where he promptly began dumping the flammable substance down the urinal, connecting it to the larger trail. For good measure, he dropped a thermal detonator in, just to really make sure the plumbing got messed up.

With a casual stride, Luck walked through the now burning building. Rubble was beginning to fall around him, but he wasn't particularly bothered. It seemed to avoid him as well, or perhaps it was just his name kicking in. It was hard to tell. It wasn't long before he had arrived at the vault door, where McGill was already working.

"Well, I just poured a chit ton of gasoline into their plumbing," Luck shrugged, "So I figure that should... I dunno, do something. I sorta just wanted to see what would happen. Oh, and I-"

A distant explosion came, followed by the sound of scattering porcelain. At the end of the hall, a murky substance would begin to leak out, set ablaze by the fuel within it.

"Damn it," he lamented. "I wanted to see that."

 

[Sycorax Laveaux]

"Sheesh, dawg," McGill muttered, waving a hand in from of his face. The stench of raw sewage and smoke made for a truly noxious combination. "That was you? It smells like something crawled up inside of you and died!"

Having set his explosives on the vault, he scrambled for cover. The door was blown off its hinges, the heavy chunk of solid metal blasting outward, hitting and killing several cowering hostages. "Fifty points!" McGill exclaimed, before dashing into the opened vault.

Look at all that cash! Cackling, he began stuffing wads of credits into a duffel bag. "Surf's up, boys! Come and ride the wave while its high!" Or until the real cops showed up, anyway.

Luck​

 

[Luck]

Intergalactic Bank of Coruscant
Tags: Sycorax Laveaux

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"That was you? It smells like something crawled up inside of you and died!"

"Nah," Luck shrugged, "Just stuck a thermal detonator in the plumbing. Thought it would be funny."

It was less funny that he didn't get to see the explosion. Oh well. There would be plenty of time to mess around with blowing up toilets later. They still had a job to do. The boring part. The witch boy oversaw the operation behind his domed helmet, standing watch, or really just being lazy. It was around this time that a holo-broadcaster caught his eye, as well as the reports on their current heist.

"'Terrorist attack on Intergalactic Bank of Coruscant,'" he read. "Damn, ain't even calling it a heist. 'Affiliation unclear, suspected New Way connection...'" That was wrong, but Luck didn't much care, "'Local DF garrison has been deployed to quell the attack.' Oh chit, they ain't just calling in the fuzz on our asses. Y'all should probably get movin'."

Luck, of course, didn't care either way. He was just here to have fun. If the heist went bust and everyone else died, that wasn't his problem. Causing chaos was his only priority.