Faction [Crimson Dawn & Underworld] We Were Always Here (Open to GA Senators)

[Thayne Tameron]

W E - W E R E - A L W A Y S - H E R E
A N - U N D E R W O R L D - S T O R Y

The stars over Fondor burn cold and unblinking above the General Ministry Canton, a beacon of bureaucratic excess and Senate luxury. Once the beating heart of Core politics, it now trembles beneath a different kind of power: one born of blood pacts, whispered names, and forged allegiances in the shadows of forgotten moons.

Crimson Dawn has returned—not as a syndicate, but as an empire of the unseen. Under the command of the Shadow Voice, they lead a coalition of underworld factions—Black Sun enforcers, Hutt gunmen, hired bounty hunters, and even rogue droid units from forgotten sectors—united under one cause. Tonight, that cause is disruption. Precision strike teams breach the Canton's layered defenses in silence, bypassing patrols with slicer-backed stealth. The objective: seize a cluster of high-ranking senators during recess. Alive, they are bargaining chips. Dead, they are symbols. Either way, they will fund the future.

Not a future of chaos—but a dark order. The credits raised from this bold ransom will fund the construction of a shadow fleet, one powerful enough to slip between star lanes and pierce the veil of myth. Calladene—an ancient name spoken in prophecies and madness—is out there. Crimson Dawn will find it.

And when they do… the stars will burn red with purpose.

Underworld objectives:

• Infiltrate the Canton, locate high-value senators, and seize them.
• Eliminate any security threats.
• Disrupt communications and automated defenses.
• Destroy the Canton's core.

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Senate objectives:

• Escape if you can, hide if you can't.
• Secure sensitive documents.
• Unite with fellow senators.

OOC Notes:
Coordination thread found here.

Tags for Interested Parties:
[Underworld]
Thayne Tameron | Arcadian | Koda Fett | Inkhi'yana | Razmir Tezhyn | Saram Kote | Whottoomuzz Chantin | Ket Van-Derveld

[GA]
Kel Se'Taav | Monaray Dod | Hal Karjos | Kahlil Noble | DEVILMAN | Tiber Septimus | Liora Dashiell | Nos Voros​

 

[Thayne Tameron]

W E - W E R E - A L W A Y S - H E R E
A N - U N D E R W O R L D - S T O R Y

Warm wind brushed gently over Thayne's skin as he stood on a landing platform that extended from the canton's exterior. He examined his fingernails nonchalantly, as if he weren't waiting for breaching charges to explode across the dozens of identical landing pads that surrounded the Senate building like spokes on a bike wheel. The Shadow Voice glanced to the pair of fallen Senate security guards who lay neatly with their hands folded over the single blaster burn he'd left on their chests and smirked. Suspended this high above the busy Alliance fortress world, no one heard or saw their swift elimination. Things were unfolding nicely.

"I'm in position," Thayne reported over a private channel to Saram Kote and company. "On your mark, we'll breach the exterior doors."

He looked over his shoulder to his enforcer droid, IG-44 , who scanned the airspeeder lanes for any sign of Fondorian police units. Seemingly aware of his master's gaze, the assassin droid spoke without pulling his photoreceptors from the targeting scope on his rifle. "No trouble," he reported.

"Good."

Thayne turned back to the door and eyed the soft red glow of the blast charge fixed to the door. Any moment, the fun would begin.

Tags: Saram Kote | OPEN​

 

[Monaray Dod]

Thayne Tameron

The Neimoidian cast his gaze upon the holographic display in his senatorial office, aware that the Trade Federation would face significant challenges due to the Galactic Sundering, which had disrupted navigational systems and trade routes as planets shifted unexpectedly throughout the galaxy.

While this situation would not deter them from attempting to capitalize on the chaos for their own benefit, it would necessitate a closer alignment with the Galactic Alliance than usual.

They needed to secure their position within the alliance's market, which had been largely dominated by two defense firms, Aether Systems and Si Tech, despite the fact that their weaponry was far from being considered state-of-the-art.

The Trade Monarch had engaged in discussions with Kahlil Noble regarding humanitarian aid for the Alliance's relief efforts, which caused a faint smile as he straightened his robes and tall hat, symbols of his status within the Neimoidian hierarchy.

"The Chancellor's dealings with the Mandalorians are not particularly advantageous for us. Let us move forward," Monaray stated, stepping through the door into the lengthy corridor of the Canton, accompanied by two of his personal Trade Federation Envoys. He was yet unaware of the dangers that would see his view on the Alliance changed forever.

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[V01D Ω (Void Omega)]

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V01D Ω

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"Ooh, lucky!" Void said to himself as the security guard collapsed to the ground. "Shoulda gone with physical training over having cyberchips in the brain. Not that I have that option." He laughed and left the guard there, unconscious from the enhancement chip in his brain having been short-circuited.

Void strolled up to the doors. "Loud and hard, huh? Well, I was paid to make a scene, so that's what I'll do. Might as well have some fun while we're at it." The three droid brains in his head all chimed an agreement in unison. "Scan, scan, scan. Need a data cylinder. Right." He turned back to the fallen guard, nonchalantly whistling as he dug through the man's pockets. "Ah, here it is. I'll just download this real quick." With the security data in his system, he slipped the cylinder back into the guy's pockets. He'd probably wake up. Probably.

Void went back to the door and jammed his own scomp from his wrist into the panel. "Easy peasy." He had clearance, and he also uploaded data that would allow him to connect wirelessly to the system if he needed to. One-way, obviously. Had to have those safety protocols. The door sprang wide open, and Void walked casually through. Once through, he set the doors to rapidly open and slam shut quickly over and over.

He pointed at the secretary at the front desk and then jammed his thumb behind him in the air. "You might want to leave, before things get ugly." She just looked at him dumbfounded and then back at the doors. "Oh, right, sorry." He walked over to her and ever so gently grabbed her and through her out the doors, passing right through it right as it was open. She rolled and tumbled but was otherwise fine, definitely well enough to jump up and run screaming.

Void grinned. "When will the alarms sound? That's when the real fun begins."

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TAGS: OPEN​

 

[Razmir Tezhyn]

Razmir took one long, last drag of his cig, then tossed the lit stem off the platform and into the wind. He savoured the taste of earthy tobacco and ash, exhaling in one long, controlled breath. When his lungs were emptied, he pulled his mask back into place.

In a few moments the blast charges would go off, and all manner of chaos would unfold.

Raz drew a blaster from his hip. The pistol was a larger model than he usually kept. Today, firepower and size mattered. The bigger the barrel, the more likely a senator froze in fear. A holdout blaster would have been a little dainty for the work they were about to undertake.

The rest of their team were scattered around this platforms and various other places on the Canton. Most of them seemed the real deal. Hardened criminals or warforged mercenaries. Raz even thought he'd recognized the galaxy's most infamous bounty hunter Koda Fett among them. It would probably pay off to stick close to that one. Maybe make a bit of mid-'getting shot at' conversation to get an official introduction.

Raz twirled the blaster pistol in his hand, watching the lights on the charges blink more and more rapidly.

The charges emitted a loud series of electronic bleeps, then the doorway erupted in a bright flash of explosive light.

Thayne Tameron V01D Ω (Void Omega) Koda Fett Monaray Dod Arcadian Kahlil Noble Kel Se'Taav Saram Kote Hal Karjos Whottoomuzz Chantin Inkhi'yana Tiber Septimus DEVILMAN Liora Dashiell Nos Voros Ket Van-Derveld phew that's a lotta tags

 

[Koda Fett]

He was beginning to make a habit of endangering the senate.

The Crimson Dawn was a fickle enterprise, one that emerged only to sink into the shadows once again. Regardless of the incarnation, their credits were the same. Even if the pool of talented killers dwindled, the greats a fading memory.

Ghorua, Varm, Amun. Names he knew, faces he could remember. Possibly all dead now, though no matter how many times they all fought, he was not responsible for whatever wiped them from the board.

Charges detonated, debris and smoke filled the air. Senate guards rushed to the scene, only to be swiftly shot down. If one of their bolts struck Fett, it was impossible to tell from all the weathered material his armour seemed to be crafted from.

Time to kidnap some senators, sadly no chancellor.

Thayne Tameron V01D Ω (Void Omega) Razmir Tezhyn Monaray Dod Arcadian Kahlil Noble Kel Se'Taav Saram Kote Hal Karjos Whottoomuzz Chantin Inkhi'yana Tiber Septimus DEVILMAN Liora Dashiell Nos Voros Ket Van-Derveld

 

[Kel Se'Taav]

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Location: Galactic Alliance General Ministry Canton, FONDOR

The Canton was just as busy today as usual. Its concourse was flooded with a great variety of people, from senators and ambassadors to journalists and concerned constituents. In the weeks following the Foundation’s expulsion of the Dark Imperial remnants from the Core, things were moving quickly and wartime policies were changing.

Most notably, laxity in Canton security procedures.

There was an evident shift in emphasis on vetting visitors to the Senate building, understandable considering most Imperial threats to democracy had either been eliminated by the Foundation rebels or Mandalorian Crusaders, or they’d fled to the Unknown Regions to lick their wounds and nominate warlords. Kel supposed it only made sense to begin restoring things to normalcy. He wondered, on that note, when the Senate would return to Coruscant? As he understood it, they were rehoused in the interim while the Empire held ground in Core sectors around Tython; with rebel forces having undone that occupation, it seemed only a matter of time before Kel would be strolling the Galactic Concourse on Coruscant.

Regardless of the building, he surmised, there was still work to do. On today’s menu was a topic of discussion that few others in the Senate wished to address: the Sundering. A small sigh drew from Kel’s mouth as he rounded the corner. ‘How is it that Dod and I are the only ones on the same page?’ the old Bothan thought bitterly. Kel served on SELCORE, a prominent member of the Senate’s premier relief committee; Dod was a corporate lobbyist for the Trade Federation. The two senators could not be more different in their values and priorities, but with the galactic convergence and whispers of a greater thread beyond… well, it’s hard to keep likeminded people at arm’s length when the rest of the Core thinks you’re crazy.

“Senator Dod,” Kel said with a respectful nod. “Good to see you. I believe this recess will be lengthy enough to discuss current events.” The Bothan kept it short and simple. There wasn’t much need to spout doomsday rhetoric in the hall.

But just as that thought materialized, there was a distant rumble and muffled shouting that made Kel’s feline ears twitch. Immediately, he recognized the scent of explosive residue and smoke. Blaster fire erupted at the far end of the corridor, sending scores of diplomats and citizens fleeing.

“We’ve got to get out of here!” Kel said to the Neimoidian senator. “My office, now. I’ve got a blaster in my safe.”

Tags:

[Direct] Monaray Dod | Koda Fett​

[GA] DEVILMAN | Hal Karjos | Kahlil Noble | Liora Dashiell | Nos Voros | Tiber Septimus​

[Underworld] Razmir Tezhyn | Saram Kote | V01D Ω (Void Omega) | Inkhi'yana | Ket Van-Derveld​

 

[Tiber Septimus]

Tiberius "Tiber" Septimus sighed impatiently, glancing around the Senate chambers. He was annoyed. Not at his fellow Senators- this "Sundering" event was clearly one of galactic implications. No, his annoyance was that there was even a debate in regards to the need to address the Sundering.

'In the span of 30 days, a galactic anomaly has up-ended…everything. Celestial movements have shifted planets from where they were, to contested or enemy territory, as demonstrated by the events on Taris. And at the same, the number of threats against Alliance not only remain varied and substantial in a way which is alarming. And we have to debate.'

He was about to stand up and say as much, when chaos ensued. Charges detonated near the entrance of the Senate, debris and smoke filling the air. Shouts of Senate guards were cut short by the unmistakeable report of blaster fire.

Tiber took stock of things, his mind going to his days as a officer of the Niaheli Navy. 'An organized strike? By whom? The Sith? The Crusaders?'. At the thought of a Sith incursion caused him made himself small in the Force; he didn't trust his training measured up to that kind of adversary, he was unarmed, and the perhaps the most pressing reason, the revelation that a Prince of the royal family was Force-Sensitive would cause trouble at home he frankly wasn't ready or able to face at the moment.

'But regardless, we cannot allow the Senate to be compromised- there's classified information stored here; in the wrong hands, it could jeopardize our security interests. I'll have to implement a system purge, but it'll have to be done manual to ensure completion. And I'll need a weapon', Tiber thought, eyeing a dead Senate guard near the entrance. Decision made, he stayed low, moving towards the Senate guard.

"We've got to get out of here!" Kel said to the Neimoidian senator. "My office, now. I've got a blaster in my safe."

"Get moving! I'll try and get you some time", Tiber yelled over the chaos, throwing himself flat to avoid blaster fire as he inched towards the blaster clutched in hands of the still-warm corpse.

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Underworld

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Thayne Tameron | Arcadian | Koda Fett | Inkhi'yana
| Razmir Tezhyn | Saram Kote
| Whottoomuzz Chantin | Ket Van-Derveld

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GA

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Kel Se'Taav | Monaray Dod | Hal Karjos | Kahlil Noble | DEVILMAN | Liora Dashiell
| Nos Voros

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[Whottoomuzz Chantin]

Spoiler: The Deathmark Collectors Roster

1. Krexar: A Nikto sharpshooter with a penchant for poisons, his leathery skin bearing the scars of countless battles.

2. Gorruk: A towering Gamorrean enforcer, wielding a massive vibro-axe, his brute strength matched only by his loyalty to the Cartel.

3. Sskeer: A Trandoshan tracker, his cold, reptilian eyes always calculating, known for his expertise in hand-to-hand combat.

4. Vexla: A Rodian explosives expert, her green skin often camouflaged in urban environments, with a mischievous glint in her multifaceted eyes.

5. Durok: A Duros pilot and tech specialist, his smooth blue skin and red eyes concealing a mind adept at slicing and infiltration.

6. Nymara: A Nautolan seductress and intelligence gatherer, her head-tails often adorned with jeweled ornaments, using charm to extract secrets.

7. Kholak: A Kaleesh warrior-priest, his face concealed behind a traditional bone mask, blending spirituality with deadly precision.

8. Zarin: A Nagai swordsman, his pale skin and jet-black hair giving him a ghostly appearance, his vibroblade an extension of his will.

9. Threx: A burly Weequay brawler, his weathered skin and topknot marking him as a veteran of many skirmishes.

10. Lorra: A lithe Twi'lek acrobat and thief, her blue lekku often wrapped around her neck, skilled in stealth and infiltration.

11. Mordo: A hulking Houk bruiser, his thick hide making him a formidable opponent in close quarters.

12. Siv: A sly Devaronian con artist, his red skin and sharp horns often hidden beneath a hood, adept at deception and disguise.

The bombs went off.
The distraction was already underway.

Someone was paying well for a distraction - well enough for Whottoomuzz to risk exposure by funding waves of freelancers to target each of the Senate Commandos individually. The captain, however, was a particular thorn in the Hutt's side. An escaped slave who refused to die, bodyguard of a senator who should have been wiped off the board years ago. Today, he would fix that. The Deathmark Collectors will see an end to this grudge.

Captain Nos Voros - a Zeltron who was a runaway slave, reported dead from a blaster shot to the head only to emerge again under the protection of House Organa. Now captain of the most prominent squad of Senate Security - the heavily armored commandos that operated as the enforcers for Judicial Branch of the Galactic Senate.

Simultaneously with the blast, each member of Rubrus Squad was ambushed - but the Hutt's deadliest were sent for the Captain. Durok hit the brakes and opened the shuttle doors as the rest of the Collectors spilled out onto the pavement, the sounds of screaming and smell of smoke emerging alongside them.

Krexar fired a blaster carbine in bursts to cover for the drop-off, while Sskeer and Kholak advanced towards the Zeltron. The rest began to take cover and hide among the decorative hedges, statues and memorials.

It was a blitz attack, and the element of surprise was necessary for the assassins. They knew not to underestimate this one. They were prepared to fight for every credit.

Nos Voros​

 

[Nos Voros]

Objective: Kill or be Killed
Outfit: Senate Commando Armor [X]
Full Kit Deployment:

Spoiler: Full Kit

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• 2 X Vibroblade-Model 01
• Cortosis Vibroblade
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• Combat Scattergun-Model 01
• 3 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 3 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01

* GAHA-32 Lionheart Commando Armor

• Combat Blaster Rifle-Model 01 with Tactical Accessories Series and Underbarrel Grenade Launcher-Model 01 (20 X Launchable Grenade Series)
• 4x blaster cartridges
• 2x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks
• 3x bland survival bars
• 128oz Canteen of water.

The blast wave rattled the iron ribs of the Ministry Canton, sending sheets of dust and shrapnel spinning through the air.

Through the distorted haze of his helmet feed, comms flared alive — a mess of overlapping signals.

"Command to Rubrus, do you copy?!"

"Captain, shots fired — multiple assailants!"

"Voros! They're hitting the main plaza—"

Another voice, panicked:

"Civvies down! They're everywhere — Kriff, they're inside—"

Nos Voros acknowledged with a single command.

"Rubrus Actual, Engaging"

His comms light blinked green — muted. His breathing was steady, the world around him narrowing into lines of approach, fields of fire, kill-zones.

Through the smoke, they came.

The shuttle’s side doors slammed open and the intruders spilled into the courtyard, masked and armed. A Nikto's carbine barked out three-round bursts, carving lines through the smoke, one of which shuddered to a halted the energy shield of Nos's armor. A Trandoshan and Kaleeshi surged forward in flanking arcs, trusting numbers and momentum.

For an instant, it might have seemed they would overwhelm him.

Nos waited just long enough — then moved — a rapid acceleration of repulsion boot gliding him in a calculated arc. He drifted sideways, the deep blue of his armor blending against the ash-choked air and burning debris.

A marble monument cracked apart as blaster bolts chased him, but not fast enough.

The Nikto cursed and swept fire left — and Nos vanished into the smoke, a shadow swallowed by a darker mist.

The Trandoshan tracker, broke into a sprint, snarling, leaping to latch onto the armored prey.

He never saw it coming.

Nos reappeared with cold precision, rising from a crouch behind the toppled memorial slab. His Knuckleplate Vibroblade extended with a hiss and punched upward through the tracker's throat with brutal efficiency.

The momentum of the kill drove the Trandoshan forward a few staggering steps, blood geysering from the wound. Nos turned with him, guiding the collapse to absorb another burst from the Sharpshooter's carbine.

Sskeer dropped against the marble, a wet splatter breaking the courtyard's uneasy silence. His body twitched once — then stilled.

Smoke curled around the scene.

Nos was already on the move again his azure armor glistening from a green splatter — arterial spray of Trandoshan blood.

Across the plaza, the Deathmarks faltered. The Nikto's curses turned shrill over the comms.

The ground drank Sskeer's blood.

Nos turned, his visor reflecting only the shattered lights and rising flame.

He rushed toward the shuttle, jetpack accelerating his approach as he pulled free something from his belt.

Somewhere beyond the smoke, Durok hammered at the controls, the shuttle’s engines coughing and sputtering as systems fought to rapidly adjust trajectory.

The Deathmark Collectors shouted at each other, voices rising with the kind of fear that couldn’t be suppressed by training.

Nos Voros said nothing.

He hunted.

Whottoomuzz Chantin​