Corruption[Kwenn Space Station]

[Mythos]

Location: Club Talifax
Objective: Get the brain matter off new boots

https://youtu.be/iPrtvv014h8

Tactics were simple and precise, loop around the corner, neautralize all hostiles and civilians and seal off the club preventing any and all escape. Mythos walked in front, dead cencer, his durasteel tipped boots clanking on the door he had just blasted untill he stepped on the carcass of one dead nurse only to wipe the tip of his boot in the shirt of a dead engineer. Mythos had no remorse, casualties were to be expected but he was not here just to arrest petty theives and crooks... he was here to send a messege. He knew his methods would be unexpected... he counted on it. "By all means send it to my desk, I will let there be light in an hour or less... let me do my job Kay, would it kill you to trust me?" Mythos said to [member="Lady Kay"] in a way that she could almost hear his smirk, cutting the transmission and ordering his men to seal and barricade all emergency exits and watch all windows and methods of escape. At this time the gas made it hard to see even through night vision devices and in seconds civilians began to drop to the floor with the effect of sleeping gas.

With the space that created troops were moved to the exits and the search began. It wasnt long before Mythos found what he was looking for, one of his soldiers brought him a peculiar pill that according to the executive officer was an nerve stimulant drug new in the underground. He placed the pill on his index finger and observed it with interest, Mythos was a man that knew of Spice and Bota and other classic drugs but like weapons drugs were always evolving.... "It would appear this is the next step in the evolutionary chain" He said under his breath, more to himself than to anyone in particular.

Meanwhile Mythos observed his hologram as one by one every single door in the first level was breached down and every room was being searched with proper warrants. Several arrests had already been made, weapons and drugs being the most common and one room in particular which was used for storage of illegal slicer equipment was raided and found... the owner of said room was shot dead after ressisting arrest.

"First level seventy five precent clear Sir"

"Send first through third platoon to the second level fast, they will be expecting the same. Fourth platoon finish the first level then move to link with the rest of the company"

"Yes sir... The queen is looking for you sir..."

Mythos smiled, walking deeper into the club as more and more suspects and civilians were tagged and segregated. "I am aware commander, tell her i have everything under control except the alchoholic she placed as minister"

He could almost hear the chuckle of the commander of first company during the pause. "Will do sir, over"

"Wrap this up and lets move." He said while scanning his sorroundings, there were still people left to be tagged and searched but the breach and infiltration of the club was almost done. Their fear... the fear of an entire station in darkness was to him more intoxicating than any drug chemicals could create... The horror and panic was tangible in the air and it made Mythos stronger, it gave him focus.

There was something else here... he could sense it. He would find it... only a matter of seconds.

[member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Nyseth"] [member="Darlyn Excron"]

 

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"They've made some interesting decisions." Alexander chimed in as they continued their journey deeper into the station. His thoughts drifted to the two Duros that had sought to assault them earlier. Were they residents of the station, or simply malcontent visitors?

He supposed it didn't matter.

"Don't eat any of the bodies," he tilted his head toward Causstik. Having worked with Trandoshans before, and Causstik in particular, he knew of their more morose rituals. It was all well and properly disgusting, but one of the few things he'd chosen to abide. Just not right now.

"You read the layout of the station Matador. How far out are we from our friends?"

Rifles were raised upon a group of looters. Some were armed. Some were bloody. All seemed to be caught up in the chaos. "Shoot at the armed ones. I'm not going to hear about civilians being caught in the cross fire." A Bith raised a rifle in his direction. The Bith fell with the report of Alexander's rifle.

[member="The Matador"], [member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Azimuth Industries]

“What’s happening, Narbo?”

“Uh, they are arresting people...”

Bang.

“And shooting them.”

“What? Our people? I thought you were the only one on station. Oh my stars, Gorba is going to kill me.”

“Relax, pateesa. Is no problem. Just me on station and our friends from Rorak.”

“... I don’t understand. Then who are they arresting?”

Narbo shrugged, then gave a low belly chuckle.

“Our competition.”

 

[Darlyn Excron]

• Location: Club Tallifax
• Objective: Slightly threaten the new guy
• Equipment: Lightsabers and blaster linked in description, Mandalores Armor, and "Death Special"

[member="Mythos"] was such a people person, it was truly awe inspiring for Darlyn. If only he could have such finesse, such charisma, to control a crowd so effortlessly to minimize panic and still maintain proper protocol, it was astounding. So long as astounding was spelled 'woefully lacking' at least. The alcoholic minister sighed and shook his head, looking back at the bartender and waving his hand dismissively. "Oh hush don't worry. You're more likely to be struck by lightning right now than be shot by the police." Darlyn thought that Mythos's strategy was entertaining, to say the least, however the lack of any proper police protocol in this situation was making the man annoyed. Even though he wasn't doing the paperwork for this, the stack growing in his head was beyond disgusting.

Mythos would have plenty to do in his room at least.

Darlyn made sure his weapons were put away at his sides, leaving him with just the bottle of whiskey in hand, as he watched everything quietly. The only words he directed at the troops (the fringe unit and regulars of course, which he himself had command over as this was a police action rather than military) came in short bursts. "Medical team to Club Talifax, ten civis injured, two dead. Remember non lethal where possible. I'm giving out paperwork to anyone who forgot to bring a body cam." Other short little orders and playful threats as he took gulp after gulp from the bottle.

He tossed a few more credits back and grabbed a second bottle, leaving the first empty on the counter as he walked over to the masked man with a sigh. "I'm opening the next club you want to barge into, right there mate? I'll also be arresting you after all this, so I hope you weren't planning anything for the next week or seven. Cause you'll be doing paperwork from dawn to dusk. Probably longer, actually. It's nothing personal, I think you're doing a splendid job of ignoring protocol and breaking the very laws we're here to uphold. It's just not worth ruining the image of our government like you're all too keen on doing." He watched the medics he'd ordered come tend to the ten injured civilians, stabilizing them to bring to the medical facilities on the station. A well oiled machine.

One currently under bad management, but a well oiled machine none the less. A machine preparing to root out the last groups of criminal elements in the club before moving on as well. "Now I suggest you tend to the last elements here while I continue to watch this play of yours unfold. When we're done we'll move on, until it's time for me to do my job and for you to do paperwork. Sound like a plan?"

[member="Yu Praji"] | [member="The Prince"] | [member="Narbo"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Helix Syndicate"] | [member="Slevin Thawne"] | [member="Nyseth"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Alexander Ontonas"] | [member="The Matador"]

 

[Nyseth]

The lack of proper crowd or even riot control at Club Tallifax would prove fatal.

Soldiers of [member="Mythos"] attempted to block the side emergency exits. A crowd of people still swarmed toward these very exits. Hundreds. Reactions from the people furthest away from the action were severely delayed. A crush began to form.

With their exits being cut off and with the crowd pushing against their back, those nearest to the unknown, foreign assailants began to violently resist. Some attempted to shove soldiers off of people they were attempting to detain. Others grabbed at the soldier’s weapons or picked up those that seedy ravers snuck past the club’s security.

Then a shot rang out. A scream – someone dying. Another death.

The future paperwork involved in Club Tallifax alone would drown [member="Darlyn Excron"].

Nyseth and Rachael managed to avoid succumbing to the crowd mentality and went toward the stage – away from the soldiers. Suddenly, Nyseth grabbed Rachel with his right hand.

“Wha-, Ny?” Rachael yelped.

[ NO FILE ]

Nyseth took his obviously cybernetic left hand and grabbed a grate on the club’s wall. With a solid yank, Nyseth removed the grate. Then, he pulled and shoved Rachael into hole. He wasted no time to follow right behind her.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay smirked as [member="Boo Chiyo"] responded in such a way that clearly told her that he wasn't paying attention and was lost in his own little world. Was she mad at him? No. He was just a kid doing what kids do. Her brows furrowed however as he began to work on some electrical wiring. Was he trying to unlock the door? The pop, followed by the stinky smoke let her realize just that. Two of the Commenori regulars began prying open the doors for her. "Wow...Thanks Boo." Just how many other doors had he opened like that in his lifetime? Being grounded wasn't exactly a punishment that would last for him, she figured.

As she stepped into the room, the commlink in her pocket came to life again. This time it was [member="Mythos"] . Would it kill you to trust me? Well she knew that she could trust him not to hurt her, but others...well, he loved battle. Maybe too much. More than likely it was the adrenalin that'd run through his system from it. Kay signalled him and [member="Darlyn Excron"] . ~The less confusion, the better gentlemen. We are not the Imperials.~ But what would the criminal elements portray them as? Would it matter? Here she was, tucked away in a little meeting room, out of danger and out of the loop. Once power was restored she'd have better communications with others on board the station.

In the meantime, she'd just have to wait and put some faith in her people. Just where was [member="Veiere Arenais"] ? He said that he was coming. Something must've stopped him.

Meanwhile in Club Tallifax, the shot had rung out, but the scream was not of someone being struck, but of surprise and fear. Panicking people were like that. The sleeping gas was already filling the room so that it was in a near fog. Everyone not wearing a breathing mask began to fall asleep. The pushing, shoving and fighting came to an end as they all dropped to the floor. However it wasn't as though they dropped stiff like a log, or dropped in such a way to hit their heads. Instead they fell in the same manner as one would sleepily walk to a couch and curl up on it.

The medic teams, the Commenori soldiers, all had their masks on and were able to tend to the injured, bring them to the medical wing that still operated under the emergency generators, and go through identifying the rest. They certainly had their work cut out for them.

 

[Aver Brand]

“Boss?”

A red-headed woman in her thirties glanced up from a half-eaten steak. She lifted an impatient brow and bit off another chunk. Grease ran down her chin – she wiped it off with the back of a tattooed hand, and resumed chewing.

“Some sorta mess in th’ entre— enternt— party district, boss.”

She twirled her knife at the thug – get on with it.

“Someone gone docked with a massive warship, boss. They gone sweepin’ down the lower levels, and they’re shootin’ folks left, right and center. Some kinda Sith, the boys reckon. Or Jedi…” he shuffled his feet, “it, uh… it ain’t rightly clear. Boss.”

The boss smacked her lips. Wiped her hands clean and pulled on a pair of gauntlets. Cast a distinctly put-upon expression at the rodian.

He attempted a smile.

What saved him from picking his broken teeth from the grimy floor – never interrupt the boss during lunch – was, of all things, a commcall.

Her scowl deepened. Stalking out of the joint, the woman answered as she locked her helmet back in place. “Yeah. Okay. ...fine. Have her be there in five… aight, ten.”

At the snap of her fingers, a complement of mercenaries jumped to attention from their booths. Cigarettes were stamped out, drinks abandoned on the ash-colored tables. They fell into formation behind her, swinging rifles from their backs as they struggled to keep up with a long, swift stride.

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Aver Brand"]

Emma popped out into Aver's path with a delighted smile hidden behind her mask, the warm glow of her blue eyes setting on the group of mercenaries.

The young woman was diminutive, tiny really, standing an entire foot shorter than Aver whom she'd just cut off. There was a rifle slung over her shoulder, a pistol holstered on her thigh, and a small blade strapped at the small of her back. The Pack that weighed down on her seemed stuffed to the brim with one thing or another, though just what surprises it held were rather difficult to tell.

The sigil of the Coratanni Cartel, a snake biting it's own tail within a figure eight, was prominently displayed on the young ladies coat. "Hiya!"

Emma beamed, her voice practically the sound of a song birds chirp.

The young woman had often been told that her attitude was hardly befitting of her occupation, most specifically by her siblings, but it was always a comment she had ignored. Who was anyone else to decide the way she acted? Certainly not her brothers and sisters. So she smiled behind her mask, peering at the men and women, then glancing up and Aver. The HUD within her mask flashed for a moment, the green tint within her visor allowing her a better view in the darkened hallway.

"We need to go down there." She pointed towards the outer hall. "The camera's and security systems have all been shut down."

None of her work, but a result of the station losing power.

 

[Mythos]

Location: Club Talifax
Objective: Wrap it up and move to the next objective.

Mythos looked at [member="Darlyn Excron"] and nodded, paperwork and a little alone time in a cell would do him good, it woulf also make the CSA look responsible and competent in their enforcement of law and order... "No Objections"

The club looked like a massacre yet the people were not dead and simply incapacitated, gradually the noise in the club was brought down to meerly rummaeging and shuffling as the troops finished their pat downs and searches as well as tagged all individuals and confiscated all narcotis... and boy was there a haul. The interrogation of civilians under the influence as well as those found with narcotics in them would take weeks for this place alone and no doubt someone had something to say... if not Mythos had ways of peering into the minds of the weak or the untrained.

The club being empty and silence being the gift of the day when a grate was ripped apart and thrown aside Mythos heard it and turned his eyes to see a female dropping down a makeshift shoot and a masked male just dropping down right behind her. What Mythos did next was the reason why the only skill he had mastered flawlessly was telekinesis. It was much easier to push a static object, it was more simple to pound and raise stone or krypts from the ground but catching a moving object or living being was... tricky.

Mythos unleashed his power, extending his hand to the shoot going south and commanding the power of the dark side of the force to wrap a noose around the neck of @Nyseth. He could not catch the female but Mythos would have to settle for half of the duo, no time to think about that, no time to break focus as he commanded the noose to grab firlmy on his neck and tighten like the jaws of a Tuk'ata... he began to lift him back up.

"You wont escape from me..."

The men saw what was happening and also rushed to the ripped grate and set a paramiter as well as dumped gas cannisters down the shoot to further incaoacitate their prey.

 

[Nyseth]

Warning: Content in spoilers may cause seizures with those with photosensitive epilepsy.

Sleeping gas seeped into Club Tallifax to the point that it was a constant fog. Constant exposure to the gas brought many incapacitated ravers to the brink of death - either due to a suffocation or toxic hazard. With several different aliens in the mix of the crowd, a few had an immediate allergic reaction. Jedi well attuned to the Force, such as [member="Lady Kay"], may have felt something being grossly wrong as innocents suffered.

A decent amount of ravers remained standing due to either their size or innate resistance to chemicals. An irate Wookiee with neon hairspray covering his body was one of these ravers.

While [member="Mythos"] chose to focus on people fleeing, the Wookiee continued to fight. He grabbed a humanoid soldier nearby and chunked him away - not caring where the body flew. The soldier's flight ended up taking him toward Mythos.

And as soon as Nyseth realized there was an invisible pull upon his neck, his helmet lit up and pulsed extremely rapidly. A noise rang out from Nyseth. With the light level being low, the pulsing light would prove to be disorientating even for those without epilepsy. Those with nightvision activated could have even been blinded.

[ KILL YOURSELF ]

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Concentration being of utmost importance for a Force Choke, Nyseth found himself free and dropped down into the hole as he had before. However, gas canisters followed him.

Once Nyseth reached the bottom, it became apparent he was in some sort of service tunnel. Head room was limited. Rachael was not too far away but had begun to choke due to the gas. Silently, Nyseth moved forward and hoisted Rachael up with his shoulder - moving down the tunnel with her in an attempt to escape.

 

[WolfMortum]

Grand Admiral of the CSA - Vikras Ansion
Commenori Receiver - Super Carrier
Civilian Pilot - Captain Terrac
The Commenori Pheonix - Veiere's personal Vessel


As promised, Vikras Ansion had aligned the Super Carrier of the Commenori Fleet in the flight path of their King. The Commenori Pheonix coming out of hyperspace only to be dwarfed by the massive Mon Calamari vessel which held more fighters and squadrons than Veiere could keep up with these days. "Reciever, this is the Kingsguard" Terrac announced their arrival through the intercom though no doubt Vikras had already picked them up. He was an efficient Naval Commander, having been with Veiere in friendship and in service since the Chimaera had fallen into their hands so long ago, Veiere looked on through the cockpit's view port at the much larger vessel with a hint of pride for her make. He had overseen the creation of the Super Carrier personally, hers and the QueensGuard for which he had left stationed within the Orbit of the Systems Alliances capital world, their home on Commenor; "We are en-route starboard side, relaying flight heading and requesting permission to dock".

"You're on sensors, Terrac. Inform Veiere that we're ready to go as soon as you're on board..." Vikras' voice came back in response, not typical protocol for a vessel of that size and the number of communications officers on board, yet Veiere was often met with unusual circumstances between the three of them; "Late as always".

Veiere chuckled softly to himself, rolling his eyes and leaning passed the pilots chair, over Terrac some to speak into the mic; "A Jedi is never late, Vikras...-He arrives precisely when he means to" He grinned as he spoke, though soon added on a more serious note; "Have word sent ahead of our arrival and get me a status update on Kwenn Station...-Kay's in there somewhere". He didn't likely need to remind Vikras that their Queen's life was on the line here let alone thousands of other civilian lives all under the protection and care of the Systems Alliance. Truthfully the time for jokes had long since passed, yet without humor even at the most inappropriate of times, all Veiere would often be left with was doubts and insecurities given his day to day life and struggles against the ever unraveling chaos of the Galaxy.

Another twenty minutes and the Super Carrier had called in all outbound craft, secured their hangars and began preparations for possible combat scenarios whilst the glow of thousands of worlds had blurred into space lanes and the durasteel goliath had dove into faster-than-light warp; the lights of blues, whites and the ever enveloping blanket of black space over shadowing the beauty of the galaxy all distorted and warped around them as if the motion of millions of lives all conformed to the single vessels encompassing power. The deployment of such a vessel was debatable overkill, though the situation on point was questionable at best and with their Queen down in the middle of it all, Veiere had justified the need to show a little passive aggression in their presence representing the Commenori Fleet. Force knows what the state of the lives within the station were, what sort of attack or threat it was that they were dealing with. Aboard the Receiver there were numerous possibilities for aid outside of the sector patrols and intervention of their Interceptor squadrons.

Standing at the front of the bridge, his arms folded and his eyes on on their spiraling trajectory, Veiere silently questioned what they had been thrown into. Reaching out, he sought to question Kay's safety, where she was, what injuries had she sustained if any. Both of them wearing the Promissium Annulos, their wedding rings imbued with the Force and strengthening the already immensely strong Force Bond they shared, she would feel his presence growing ever closer, the strength of his aura within the Force a whisper upon the edge of her mind gradually becoming louder until out of the fabrics of hyperspace flight, the massive vessel suddenly appeared with a sudden boom, space and time closing shut the FTL channel behind them and leaving them slowly moving in towards Kwenn Station.

[member="Nyseth"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Slevin Thawne"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Lady Kay"]​

[member="Darlyn Excron"] | [member="Narbo"] | [member="Alexander Ontonas"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"]​

@Everyone I missed?​

 

[Azimuth Industries]

"Hey, hey are you still there?"

"Yes. What, LeFrange?" Narbo grunted into the commlink.

"Yeah, uh, is it still dark?"

"...Yes."

"Oh. Ok. Well, uh, I don't know how to tell you this, but..."

"What?"

"Well, I guess the Commenori respond to crime spikes with super carriers."

"They what?"

"Yeah, a super carrier just dropped out of hyperspace. Pretty sure it's their flagship. Dunno. Is the king there?"

"The who? I don't know. It's darker than Umbara in here."

"Huh. Well... These guys are going full Imperial on you."

Blaster fire rang out in the distance, followed by more screaming. Narbo grunted.

"Yeah."

 

[Aver Brand]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMQPaHqWVnY​

For a brief moment after taking in the new girl, the merc considered calling [member="Slevin Thawne"] right back and asking him why the Nether he’d sent her a karking kid.

Then she remembered at what age she’d begun frolicking around urban mazes with a rifle in one hand and a knife in the other, and waved her into the group with a sigh.

“Works for us,” she replied as they made double time down the darkened corridors.

She let another pair of soldiers take point as a new call came in – :: Boss. We got an, uh... even bigger ship coming in. Boys’re saying ‘s a cruiser of some sort. ::

“A what.”

:: Yeah, dunno. Gar says Super cruiser? Whaddaya know, eh? No idea how they’ll be dockin’ tho, with the power out. That kinda crap needs tractor beams, don’t it? ::

“Yeah, Mero. That kinda crap needs tractor beams like you need rehab. Just stay low. And keep switching frequencies.”

:: Gotcha, boss. ::

The woman tongued a sharp tooth. Were these folks all drunk? Any two-bit pirate with a fleet could go raid half their worlds as their strongest people and craft faffed about a random station.

A random station lightyears outside Commenori space, even.

Talk about amateur hour.

“You—” she called the Coratanni Lieutenant to her side, “Thawne tells me you’re a sneak – your job’s to take over the controls while we draw the flak.”

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Aver Brand"]

"Mmm." Emma confirmed as the now even more odd group stalked down the hallway. She didn't seem particularly perturbed with the assignment, mostly because it fit her well enough. She wasn't a slicer like Calysto or Calypso, but she could do this at the very least.

After she got to the right place anyway.

"Just pull them away." Emma said in that same chipper tone. "I can take care of the rest."

As she spoke the group turned down the hallway she had indicated. She glanced briefly up at one of the disabled security cameras, her eyes following it for just a moment before she drew her gaze back over towards the end of the hall. An airlock hung there, rather large of course but guarded by two men.

Without a second of hesitation Emma drew her blaster, two silent and invisible bolts casting out in an instant. Both of the guards went down in an instant, Emma placing her blaster back into it's holster as she jogged forward and pulled open the panel besides the door. She grimaced for just a moment, then yanked the socket spike from her backpack. She began to hum quietly to herself as she plugged the device into the wall, donning it and giving Aver a glance. "Just a sec."

She urged with a broad smile as she began to unlock the door.

 

[Aver Brand]

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

Blue eyes observed the kid give into violence with the disinterest of someone who’d seen it happen a thousand times. Mirror, mirror…

The blast door, of course, refused to open. The power was out quite thoroughly, which included secondary systems like access panels. About the only thing still working was the artificial gravity generator, and she had her doubts about how long the backup was going to hold out. Kwenn station was a big hunk of metal.

The boss smacked her lips, motioning for a couple mercs to move forward. “Move over, girl,” she said with a gesture of the chin – the three trandoshans were coming in with shaped charges. See, in the old days, they’d make all these doors with turadium. Needed something with plenty of oomph to punch through.

Besides, quickest way to grab attention? Blow shet up.

An explosion sounded through the corridor, tearing a vertical hole through the slab of metal. The mercs waited a beat for the heat to die down, and then they were pouring through.

Wasn’t far away, now.

 

[Not Ordo]

Elan heard the noise down the corridor and calmly walked to his desk. He had not come here for new samples of goods to have some testosterone laden muscle heads mess it up. He couldn't fight, he wouldn't run, and that left one option. He picked up his hololink and checked the jurisdictional data for the Kwenn system and nodded as his suspicion was confirmed. Kwenn was not officially in CSA space. That meant any deaths here were simple murders and any arrest would be therefore technically unlawful. Oh, glorious day.

Elan dialed the number from his search that would go to CSA command.

"Hello?" he said as a voice came on the line, "Yes I'm calling to report a crime.....no I won't hold! You have CSA personnel outside of CSA space murdering civilians! now you either get me through to a superior or I'm calling a team of lawyers and we can see how long your government will last be for begging for a plea bargin."

He waited for a moment as he heard silence extend on the other side of the call.

"Yes, you can patch me through, now."


[member="Nyseth"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Slevin Thawne"] [member="Aver Brand"] [member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Narbo"] [member="Alexander Ontonas"] [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="The Matador"] [member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

[SIZE=9pt]Kwenn Station[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Lower Levels[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik Rahn nodded to the Matador “Yes,” Was all he said. He wished he had never shown the drug to the Mandalorian. It was a well guarded secret that the T’doshok. Shared with very few. Regardless, the cat was out of the bag and now Causstik would be forced to reveal his ace in the whole. As they entered an open space in the lower levels Causstik spotted dozens of people looting and rioting, but his trained eye caught sight of someone who seemed to move with a greater purpose. The man carried with him a duffel bag and he seemed to hold it to himself very closelly. Causstik activated his jetpack and zoomed over the crowd of rioters. He zeroed in on his target and dive bombed the man like a torpedo. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He crashed into the fellow then quickly realized his mistake. He was not alone. Two guards raised their guns and fired. Causstik’s Mandalorian power shield sprang to life and the blaster bolts pinged off the T’doshok harmlessly. Still on all fours, he leaped like an animal. Phrik claws extended he dove onto the closest goon. Disemboweling him with sharp knives the man screamed in pain and horror as the T’doshok wrenched his guts free from his abdomen. “OH BY THE FORCE!” He cried out as Causstik tore out his internal organs. More blaster fire met the monster’s back and the Trandoshan sith spawn sat up, withdrew his scattergun, spun round and fired it one handed. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The other guard’s chest exploded in a geyser of blood, bone, and guts. He went sprawling back several feet and landed with a wet thud. In Causstik’s frenzied craze, he turned back to the man whom he still sat atop of. The man was busy whimpering, attempting to put his organs back into his body when he finally realized Causstik’s mad gaze was upon him again. “P-please… Kill me…” He said and Causstik merely chuckled. The Trandoshan holstered his scattergun, grabbed hold of a tuft of the man’s hair and began to scalp him alive. “ARRRRGGGHHH!!!” The man’s final screams were like music to the T’doshok’s ears. With the duffel bag guy’s goons taken care of Causstik could now turn his attention back to the drug peddler. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik stood from the corpse, wet scalp still in hand, and watched as the last man attempted to drag himself away. Causstik picked up the man's discarded duffel bag and stomped his way to the fellow. “You forgot this!” The Trandoshan growled as he threw the backpack onto the man’s broken body. The man screamed in pain and Causstik smiled. He took hold of the man by the collar and hefted him high into the air. Causstik withdrew a [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]fine white powder[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] as he stuffed the scalp within the same pocket, then with his free hand, he blew the into the man’s face. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Now tell me, where’d you get that bag of goodies?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Docking bay A-3,”[/SIZE]


[member="Slevin Thawne"]
[member="Alexander Ontonas"]
[member="The Matador"]

 

[Darlyn Excron]

• Location: Club Tallifax
• Objective: Slightly threaten the new guy
• Equipment: Lightsabers and blaster linked in description, Mandalores Armor, and "Death Special"

Darlyn hummed, nudging one of the sleeping patrons with the toe of his foot, face tilted down and thankfully able to ignore the light show Nyseth made as his head was tilted away before it began. That left Darlyn to consider the gas they used, and rubbed his chin in thought. The gas they used had a very low amount of toxicity, in fact they had specifically chosen it for that reason. Minimal side effects, none lethal mind you, and requiring far more than the canisters contained to produce a toxic effect in anyone caught in it. Perhaps the drugs these people were selling mixed with the chemicals inhaled, causing the side effects shown? It certainly seemed so, and he was willing to bet his whiskey on it.

That only left the Wookie to tend to, with clashing hair colors. Kids these days... he shook his head. He *was* this guy's age, no doubt. Made his stomach churn a little bit. That, combined with the dark emotions in the station, fueled his power in the darkside, and he reached out a hand to the wookie, lifting it by the throat and gently squeezing. "Mmm.. see here's how you apply the force. Slowly, with control. Notice how I do not crush his throat, and as I feel him lose conciousness..." He slowly lowered the wookie to the ground, and laid it safely in the 'recovery' position on its side. "I place him safely on the ground." He checked the wookie's vitals, noting that they were perfectly fine (minus the obvious force-grip/choke sleeper hold he'd been put through), and moved back to Mythos, noting the chaos with a tilt of his head. "Shall we continue the bar crawl elsewhere then?"


[member="Mythos"] |[member="Yu Praji"] | [member="The Prince"] | [member="Narbo"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Helix Syndicate"] | [member="Slevin Thawne"] | [member="Nyseth"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Alexander Ontonas"] | [member="The Matador"]

 

[Mythos]

Location: Club Talifex
Objective: Close with and Destroy the Enemy

The chaos was dwingling and only a wookie remained hostile even to the point where he alone stood fightning against the entire force being brought down on club Talifax. He beast hurled a soldier at Mythos and it was this that forced the Sith Lord to break his focus on his force choke and turn a full left face with lightsaber ignited to engage one of his own soldiers. Instincts kicked in, being a veteran of a hundred battles Mythos moved with purpouse and violence when surrounded by chaos and pain, his lightsaber swung violently in a single line to cut through his own soldier, slicing the man in half and his halved body landing harmlessly to his sides... it was then the flash of light blasted the room, echoes of pain and suprise rang through the room and Mythos instinctivley removed his night vision devices and turned back to where [member="Nyseth"] had dove into... he was going to hunt him down and break his spine in half.

"I'll catch up Darlyn, you wrap this up"

No sooner had those words left his lips when Mythos unleashed his power in a mighty force jump perfectly aimed to send him head first in a summersault into the hole, while ditching the repeater blaster in his back and diving into the hole with violent speed lightsaber slashing the metal in his descent.

The difference between the two was that Mythos flew into the makeshift exit with a momentum induced dive while his prey was halted in his descent. He slashed and ignited sparks to cause fear, his landing unleashed a force repulse for the same purpouse. He made it a point not to lose momentum, Mythos dashed in the direction of his pray while he lugged on his back a partner Mythos suffered no such handicap. He beamed his coordinates to his forces, earcom serving as a beacon that tracked his location... he was catching up. Halting his dash he raised his hand and swiped it violently to the left, commanding the force to yank at the leg of his prey and slam him to the walla of the service tunnel. He smelled blood, smelled the kill, sensed the urge to kill two in one brutal and violent display of power...

"Run..."

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Aver Brand"]

Emma pulled the plug of the socket spike free, a low blink crossing her eyes as she glared at the other woman.

"Fine." She said in a moment of irritation.

The blast had been loud enough to make her ears ring, but she wasn't about to let that keep her down for long. It was Aver's job to attract attention after all and father had told her not to make trouble if she could help it. She stuck the slicing device back into her pocket and stepped forward, moving in front of one of the large mercenaries and walking...no storming down the docking hall. She cut her off, placing a hand on his chest and wagging her finger.

The man looked like he was about to bite her face off.

"I need you to pull off a vent grate for me." She said with as much sternness as she could manage. "Then give me a boost."

Emma tried to emulate her mothers tone when she ordered others around, but the smile and twinkle in her eye broke that illusion. Nevertheless the man seemed to think for a moment, and then slowly nodded. Emma beamed for a moment. "Great!"