Auction Blackmarket Auction

[Ellie Mors]

"Greetings."​

In a secluded facility, far from the prying eyes of the Republic, the Alliance, or the Sith, looms a detached, holographic, head of a rather severe woman. Though her shoulders and below are cut off by the feed, one could easily picture a strictly formal business dress being worn below, and the sharpness of her tone did little to persuade otherwise.

Here, in the dark recesses of the planet of Deneba, was a rather high profile auction of the black market sort. Rare trinkets and even slaves were being sold, although a few choice other selections were available to bid.

"Welcome to Deneba, members of the rich, the elite, and the privileged."

Those that had been invited, a sparse few, were the most rich and powerful beings in the galaxy. It meant access to surveillance and security, as well, which was why the feed was merely a recording and not live - no need for any.. unnecessary complications. Among these corporate elite were also the leaders of the criminal underworld, planetary war lords, and other, luckier, members of the upper class. It wasn't every day that hutts were called into these illegal auctions alongside corporate heads of state.

"Today we have a wonderful assortment of merchandise to browse and bid on, from a lost holocron of an ancient Sith Lord to abducted children of Mirial. Each lot will have their appraised values set below their hologram, and bids must increase in intervals of at least one hundred galactic credits, artifacts may be appraised for credit value and bid in the absence of money."

While the voice droned on each of the lots were revealed, various holographic portrayals of their products. None of the items were actually kept on the planet, much less the same facility, to prevent theft by angry or disgruntled bidders - especially when in the presence of criminal underlords and the like.

"You will have twenty-six hours and thirty-five minutes to place your bids. Credit checks will be performed at the end of the auction, and proof of any materials bid in place of money will require proof of ownership."

Lot A
One Mirialan Child (Twin), Male, Twelve

Spoiler: Bidding Information

• Est. Value - One Thousand Credits
• Non-Force Sensitive

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Lot B
One Mirialan Child (Twin), Female, Twelve

Spoiler: Bidding Information

• Est. Value - One Thousand and Five Hundred Credits
• Force Sensitive

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Lot C
The Holocron of Naga Sadow, as recovered from the archives of deceased Silara Kuhn on Prakith.

Spoiler: Bidding Information

• Est. Value - One Million Credits

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Lot D
The Robe of Darth Bane, as recovered from the site of the second invasion of Geonosis, where Silara Kuhn and Hion Herglic pushed back the Rebel Alliance in tandem with the Techno Union.

Spoiler: Bidding Information

• Est. Value - Ten Thousand Credits

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Lot E
Ten Krayt Dragon Pearls

Spoiler: Bidding Information

• Est. Value - One Thousand Credits

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Lot F
Three Kilogram of Aurodium ingots (Three bars)

Spoiler: Bidding Information

• Est. Value - Four Million Credits

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Lot G
ODT-ASN series Human Replica Droid unit B14-NC4

Spoiler: Bidding Information

• Est. Value - Twelve Million Credits
• Unit is a trained assassin droid

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Spoiler: OOC Information

• This bid ends at 12:00 AM (U.S.A EST) on 12/30/15
• This is an IC thread, all bids must be submitted in an RP format of some kind.
• Passive aggressive messages will be reported.
• Excessive bids (i.e; One Hundred Million Credits) will be followed by stringent credit, company, and personal checks for funds.
• All artifacts or restricted materials must have a development thread to prove ownership provided with the bids including those items.
• Minimum Bid for Items under 1,000,000 Credits are 100 Credits.
• Minimum Bid for Items over 999,999 Credits are 1,000 Credits.

[member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Alric Kuhn"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"] [member="Rayl Wilded"] [member="Darell Irani"] [member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Gerion Ardik"] [member="Ordo"] [member="Uriel Escria"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Popo"]

 

[Talon Vosra]

[member="Bianca"]

He sat quietly as he looked at the items for bid. His eyes scanning the different lots for something worth his credits. Finally, mostly on a whim he typed out his bids.

"Lots A and B: 2000 credits each. Lot G: 12 million."

He sat back in his chair and smiled at the woman behind the bar. It would be a long day apparently.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

A transmission came in placing 25K down on Lot C.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Another transmission came in, placing cr12,500,000 on Lot G.

It was anonymous, of course.

 

[Ellie Mors]

The bids had already began to roll in, as anticipated, and though the image of the host of the auction remained unmoving, the droid portrayed in Lot G smirked slightly.

Two people had already bid on her lot, and other lots were being bid on as well.

Lots A and B were currently lead by [member="Taloff Arsov"], Lot C by [member="Coren Starchaser"], and Lot G by [member="Gerion Ardik"].

Things were moving along neatly, though the ASN series droid hoped her owner would put her to good use once this was all over and done with.

Spoiler: Updated Bid Information

• Lot A - [member="Taloff Arsov"] @ 2,000 cr
• Lot B - [member="Taloff Arsov"] @ 2,000 cr
• Lot C - [member="Coren Starchaser"] @ 25,000 cr
• Lot D - /
• Lot E - /
• Lot F - /
• Lot G - [member="Gerion Ardik"] @ 12,500,000 cr

 

[Sage Bane]

Sage Bane, taking a break from sithspawning boloball-field sized sarlaac on Fresia, creatures into which he planned to someday drop [member="Coren Starchaser"] was perusing the Black Market Auction with great interest. The Temple of Pain's reliquary could definitely benefit from Lot C. So far there was only one bid on the ancient object, and it was obviously not someone with the deep pockets of a Sith Lord and Voice of the Dark Lord.

He typed in his bid: 50,000c

Then he waited.

[member="Bianca"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

Another bid was submitted and the human replica droid had to consciously keep her expression still - she wouldn't want to give away that she was aware of what was going on, would she?

One [member="Sage Bane"] had pushed a bid in that had trumped that of [member="Coren Starchaser"]'s, coming in at fifty-thousand credits for the Dark Lord of the Sith's holocron.

Spoiler: Updated Bid Information

• Lot A - Taloff Arsov @ 2,000 cr
• Lot B - Taloff Arsov @ 2,000 cr
• Lot C - [member="Sage Bane"] @ 50,000 cr
• Lot D - /
• Lot E - /
• Lot F - /
• Lot G - Gerion Ardik @ 12,500,000 cr

 

[Talon Vosra]

[member="Gerion Ardik"] [member="Bianca"]

"12,600,000 on lot G." he typed out before sending another message to his employer for a cap for the bidding. The response would determine how far this would go.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Taloff Arsov"] | [member="Bianca"]

Gerion grumbled something about his competition likely being a hooligan and remotely updated his bid.

• Lot G: cr12,700,000

 

[Talon Vosra]

[member="Bianca"] [member="Gerion Ardik"]

"Well diamn." he said to himself. His opponent was probably some dirty old man hiding away somewhere bidding remotely while he played hologames but one could never say for certain. "Mees, Another Jump juice plus." he said to the lovely bartender as he typed out another bid.

"12,800,000 for lot G"

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Taloff Arsov"] | [member="Bianca"]

"Inconceivable." Gerion hissed under his breath. Who was this phantom menace? Probably a washed out fool with no better investments to make. Someone beneath him. No doubt about that. The Umbaran's bid remotely updated a third time. The auction was still young, though... Hopefully this wouldn't get astronomical.

But it always did.

• Lot G: cr13,000,000

 

[Talon Vosra]

[member="Gerion Ardik"] [member="Bianca"]

"Unbelievable" he said rolling his eyes and wondering if this person knew it had assassination protocols and not sex-bot programming. He would not be surprised if they couldn't build their own droid and that's why they bid so quickly.

"13,001,000 credits for lot G"

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Taloff Arsov"] | [member="Bianca"]

"Completely uncalled for." Gerion muttered, most likely referencing the small inclement by which the bid had been raised and totally not anything else. If anything, it was likely this anonymous riff-raff who wanted the droid purely for bedroom escapades. What sort of philistine would purchase an ODT-ASN for such a base and unnatural purpose? There were cafarels for that sort of thing, and they were far cheaper. But judging from that woefully small margin the bid increased by, this was a person who could not afford such luxuries!

The crudeness of it all! Disgusting!

The bid updated itself again, despite everything.

• Lot G: cr13,100,000

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Bianca"]

Odium sat beside the man who amounted to his owner at present and turned to look at the droid in question. His putrid black eyes scanned it and found it overpriced but suitable. There was something he had longed to do.

He began drawing on the force and mouthing words in the ancient sith tongue as he focused on someone he desired to see once more. An apprentice that was taken from him far too soon, a woman that married beneath her and suffered for it.

"Ssssiiilllllaaaarrraaa." he whispered as the force found what he had searched for and grasped it with all he was.

His power exploded out toward his target, the droid, and began the binding process.

"Remember, me." he forced through nearly dead vocal cords as he completed the spell. He would make the galaxy burn and she would be his muse.

That or he had drank too much.

 

[Ellie Mors]

While the backdrop of this auction was, clearly, merely another blackmarket deal - somewhere to sell illegal goods, like slaves and Sith holocrons - its true purpose was for Onadax Droid Technologies, the rather reclusive, insanely progressive, pioneers in the human replica droid market to recuperate the cost to produce B14-NC4 and other ODT-ASN units. It would likely come to a surprise to fellow droid manufacturing companies in the unorthodox method of her production, and that even now she was still waiting the final seal of approval from the all-droid company, ran by advanced human replica droids at that.

The funds, which were currently being bid on by the rich and the powerful, on all of these trinkets, and even unit B14-NC4 herself, were to be spent entirely on the actual unique droid body in which B14-NC4 would have her now-matured droid brain, and all the wonderful training and lessons learned with it, transplanted into. An upgrade, if you would.

Each ODT-ASN unit was made unique, special, but it wasn't that way from the beginning. Cheap, by comparison to the actual final products that would be sold off, units were produced with the immature droid brain of what would, potentially, become the next product to be sold. B14-NC4 was originally just a serial number, just a unit that was one of millions - one now belonging to maybe fifteen that were approved for final post-production work, an unique body designed specifically for the droid inside.

It was unorthodox, strange and unheard of even. A droid raised, trained, groomed, and taught for ten thousand hours straight - little over a year, without rest - as to create the perfect, unique, persona. It was like living an entire lifetime as a human, and then starting over again with a new look tailored to your own personality and liking, or maybe like a role-player in some holonet chatroom customizing their character to show them off.

In either case, the millions of credits already being bid were certainly enough to recoup the cost of the droid body, now nearing the final stages of perfection, and would ensure the assassin was well equipped with any other advanced tools that hadn't been advertised by the baseline model, which was what would have been what B14 might have become if the credits raised hadn't breached over ten million credits. No, a single, unique, model would be manufactured and tailored to this prized unit - the first of few, the greatest of perhaps many.

All because of one little feminine-programmed droid in a droid brain, waiting for her new body to be crafted just for her.

-

It wasn't always supposed to be this way.

She wasn't supposed to die.

She had children, twins and a daughter, and a husband to boot.

Had.

She had to remind herself of that, every day. Here, in Chaos, where the souls of the damned, the Sith that were sentenced to absolute agony and eternal punishment were pulled to upon their death. She had tried to haunt her family, in the kindest way possible, to try to explain that she hadn't meant for it all to happen - but what good had it done? Did anyone believe her? She was dead. She could not have died.

In the simplest terms possible, she had done this to herself and everyone else.

Now she was in the Corellian hell, paying for her young selfishness, her thirst for power when she had uncovered the tomb of that incredibly obnoxious witch. She had came in search of immortality, of power eternal, and all she had found was the slumbering form of an ancient witch that had been mistakenly worshiped as a deity by her people - a legend hardly even broached in the forgotten annals of time, much less ancient texts involving a short Sith invasion.

Now she lay, lamenting, with fires running down her back, her face dried, cracked, and ruined. Once she had been beautiful, once she had been everything she could have dreamed for. Even the woman she had envied the most didn't have what she had, didn't have Alric. Now? Surely time had passed long enough for her husband to move on - and she hoped he had, she wouldn't want him to be miserable because of her. She didn't. And part of her was happy that he might have found happiness again, that he might have moved on, but she was still sad it couldn't be her.

Long ago she had stopped counting the days, the hours, the minutes, and it was only forever to her now. But, with the tug at her very soul, she knew immediately that something was wrong.

Her death hadn't been a normal one, though it might have shown sensors and scanners that she had suffered a massive heart failure right before she hit the ground, possibly caused by the crumpled lung [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] had given her while [member="Braith Achlys"] had puppeted her like a marionette. In truth, Braith was no stranger to the ripping and binding of souls, even remotely, and had effectively forced her to eject her own essence from its container - essentially suicide, as assisted as it might be. Anyone, Sith or not, that had been killed through a failed transfer of essence had their soul scattered through the seven Corellian hells, through Chaos, and she thought it impossible to become whole again.

"Ssssiiilllllaaaarrraaa"​

She didn't recognize the whisper, not at first.

Too many Sith mentors, too many shadows in Chaos, and too many allies or enemies to count - but the second whisper, from a man that must have forgotten to speak, a mute perhaps, reached her with clarity.

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"Remember, me."​

The last of her masters, the Sith Lord known as Darth Odium, a Nautolan, was reaching out to her. What spell this was must have been what she had came to him for, to learn to bind elder spirits of the dead and pull on them for power, for might, and at once she suspected she was soon to become sustenance for the Sith Lord, to be one with a man so insane that she had felt a tinge of fear in just meeting him.

She was wrong.

-

B14-NC4 continued to observe the bid proceedings that were updated, for her pleasure perhaps, below the holorecorder that recorded her. For a moment she thought she heard something, though that was clearly impossible as she was held on a remote facility quite far from the auction itself, on a ship a bit aways from the planet to be precise. Another noise.

And then another.

It was as though there was static filling up her head, a silent buzzing that was quietly, slowly, escalating, until all she heard was the blaring ringing in her audio sensors, to the point that once she started to squirm the feed flipped right back to a recorded loop - no need to alert the buyers to what was likely a malfunction with the antiquated human replica droid body that was used to house that valuable brain within, soon to be harvested like a crop.

Images blurred across every setting on her visual sensors, all at once, simultaneously. Faces, people, friends and enemies - all whom she'd never met, never known, as if memories were being streamed right into her skull. The door separating her from the research droids on the other side of the hall whirred open and two faceless droids, or were they unnamed? - well they dragged her across the floor, towards the table used for picking apart droids, at any rate.

She felt angry, and then sad, distraught, and then jealous - all of these strange feelings that she'd never felt before, things she wasn't supposed to feel - emotions she had consciously left out, an effort which had gotten her chosen over the rest. That had made her the perfect choice for one of ODT's premiere assassin droids.

It felt like she was being pushed up against, internally - if that made any sense. She knew she wasn't alone, although the impressive droid brain which housed her was more than large enough to accommodate the intrusion.

Though she had shaken momentarily when she was hoisted onto the smooth, cold, and sterile surface of the counter, everything went black as the stun rod was shoved against the base of her skull. Within minutes the technicians had removed the brain, placing it into a secure holding case, and discarded the body in preparation for the upgrade and switch to the advanced, unique, model. A droid fashioned from true evolution, Darwinism at its finest.

But beneath that fleshy, biofiber-coated, mass, that brain that housed her dormant consciousness, there was no longer unit B14-NC4, and the intruder was no longer there as well. Two minds could not coexist, and neither could be rid of the other, so there was only one solution - assimilation.

But there was something inherently wrong with trying to place a soul into a droid, something artificial and entirely unnatural - even moreso something that was designed to replicate the humans that this droid was so eagerly being invaded by. In the end the transfer failed, though it still had its lasting effects.

Silara was returned, again scattered, to the four winds within the realms of Chaos, and unit B14-NC4 was forever changed by the intrusion, the exposure, however brief.

[member="Darth Odium"] [member="Gerion Ardik"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Taloff Arsov"] | [member="Bianca"] | [member="Gerion Ardik"]

Khal followed the proceedings from the sanctity of his office - one of his offices, at least. There seemed to be a little bid war going on between two parties around Lot G. He wondered, pondered and finally made a decision. Someone had invited him to this auction, a mysterious message just popping up on his console; which was strange considering the sheer amount of encryption his network possessed. Very strange, but something about Lot G caught his attention.

Lot G:

• 13,500,000cr
• Two favors.

The one who sent the invitation would know how much a favor was worth from the Underlord himself. Two? Few were privileged enough to have him indebted to them.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Bianca"] | [member="Khaleel Malvern"]

Gerion's bid updated itself. He didn't even have any insults to mutter or something to subconsciously complain about this time.

• Lot G:
  cr13,900,000
• One (1) custom designed droid.

 

[Chevu Visz]

When [member="Coren Starchaser"] told Chevu about the Black Market auction and the two Mirialan children up for sale, she was horrified. Those two alien children could end up in slavers hands or worse, the karking Sith, especially since Mirialans were known for a special connection to the Force.

Tapping on her Datapad, she logged into the auction from an anonymous root login and placed her bid.

Lot A, 5000c
Lot B, 5000c

She would get them medical care, and psychological treatment, and find homes for them on Sullust. Maybe even train them at the temple if they were found to be Force sensitive.

It was the least she could do.

[member="Bianca"]

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Darth Azurea wasn't one to frivolously spend her credits. She made a small salary from her holdings with Darth Pyrrhus, but she wasn't sure how long she would be on the payroll given her recent circumstances.

But still there were a couple of items that interested her in the elite auction. She was purchasing, not for herself, but for someone special.

Lot D - 10,500 credits
Lot E - 2,000 credits

[member="Bianca"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

Bids abound! Though the droid was no longer given the luxury of observing who might be bidding on her, or rather the bids that came in, the auction still went on while she was effectively kept in "hibernation". Thousands of credits raised at a time, the bid on the B14-NC4 was already well over thirteen million credits - alone enough to more than make up for the cost. Two of the three lots that had remained untouched, for the most part, finally seemed to find some action, and the children that [member="Taloff Arsov"] had been bidding on were trumped by one [member="Chevu Visz"]. Time was running out - less than ten minutes remaining - and it was nearly time for the last call for bids to roll in.

Spoiler: Updated Bid Information

• Lot A - [member="Chevu Visz"] @ 5,000 cr
• Lot B - [member="Chevu Visz"] @ 5,000 cr
• Lot C - [member="Sage Bane"] @ 50,000 cr
• Lot D - [member="Darth Azurea"] @ 10,500 cr
• Lot E - [member="Darth Azurea"] @ 2,000 cr
• Lot F - /
• Lot G - [member="Gerion Ardik"] @ 13,900,000 cr