Dominion Denonination Doubts | GA Dominion of Denon

[Djorn Bline]

V E N O M _ S N A K E
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
DENON

Below heaven he would set up operations on Denon, having an adept understanding on the geopolitical nature of Denon. Everyone on above the lower levels lived in a life of luxury and comfort, only caring for their own and themselves. Ideals didn't take priority in their lives, they only cared for not having their gravy train stop rolling. Everything was a facade above the surface, similar to the ideals of Democracy. False promises and fake virtues.

If the underbelly of Denon was anything like the one on Coruscant, he knew there would be scoundrels prowling about just to survive. Always looking out for a better future to provide for themselves and to whomever close to them. Again, ideals and morals were second to survival just like above. Men resorted to crime and occupations that were branded as scummy to those who had a better lifestyle; women resorted to similar jobs, or became strippers just to earn a living.

Out of the two socioeconomic classes, he knew he could shape and bend someone from the underbelly into an image of a soldier; the ideal Imperial soldier to his perspective. One that would be loyal to the values of Imperialism that he saw fit to. He would do as he said to Irveric Tavlar on Dorin. Create an army beyond the borders of the New Imperial Order, a phantom army that existed unconventionally. One loyal to the Empire and to the Imperator that would fasten their dreams of uniting the Galaxy under the Iron Sun.

"So...this is where we will start?"

"It's as good as any place, we all have to start somewhere and it doesn't matter where it is."

"In time this will evolve into something to be reckoned with."

 

[Yula Perl]

Objective | IV- BYOO [Fix a shockboxing match]

Daiya Dagon Kaze

“Stop playing hero!” She muttered sharply, grunting with the exertion of keeping him in her hold. Oh, Dagon could have broken out of it if he really wanted to. But not without hurting her, and Yula always tended to play rougher than he did. “Some things don’t need changin’.”

Her voice lowered, words seeping like venom into his ear. “You feth this up and we both get eaten alive by the mob.” Yula’s hold tightened as her stance shifted, preparing to try and force him down to the mat.

"YUUUUULAAAAA-AAAAAHHHH!"

Yula’s head whipped around, eyes widening at Daiya’s panicked scream. Her focus went from keeping Dagon restrained to locating the girl in the crowd, fortunately marked by her pink t-shirt. And there she was, trying to make her way to the relative safety of the area before being dragged back into the crowd by an angry mob. Yula gasped, releasing Dagon from her grip all at once.

The jig was up, time to leave.

“Yeah.” She agreed quickly on a breathy exhale. Possibly the only thing she and Dagon would agree on tonight. “Time to play hero!” The irony was not lost on her, and they'd have plenty of time to bicker about it later.

The Zeltron was all to quick to vault herself over the ropes, dashing into the crowd as if she were diving into a roiling sea. “Daiya!” She called in desperation, fists swinging at anyone who came near. “DAIYAAAA!” Truth be told, Yula cared for Daiya as if she were one of her sisters. The girl was independent as hell, sure—but Yula would readily swing for someone she cared for. The Abyssian that tried to block her way was met with a punch to his single eye, the oddly cyclopic trait they both shared.

 

[Dalton Crowder]

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MONEY MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND
SENATE ROTUNDA, CORUSCANT

Adhira Chandra | Aerarii Tithe | Sssar Taszzn | Faith Organa | Seto du Couteau | @Other Senators

Dalton listened intently to both Otto Shule and the Vice Chancellor Aerarii Tithe . While he listened, he pulled up the comparison report put together by the economist on his staff and others he worked with on Hosnian Prime. By the time the floor was opened for debate, he was certainly confused. While it was true that the value of Electrum had been falling for some time, his economists were of the opinion that non-commodity-based currency had a higher chance of volatile fluctuations in inflation and valuation versus goods. While a concerted effort could be made to utterly devalue Electrum, it was more capable of stability.

"What guarantees do we have from the Trade Federation that they won't use our moving to their currency to leverage the Alliance for their favor?" Dalton spoke after signaling for time to ask the question.

 

[Auteme]

Kal
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Auteme reached the door and moved her hand to the release -- only for a sudden twinge of maliciousness to filter through. It gave her pause, enough to glance back at the professor and find him hesitant. Her brow furrowed.

"Professor," she said.

"It's fragile, we can't simply fold it up, I need to-"

"You need to start putting it away." Her direct tone seemed to shatter whatever was stopping him -- it helped, in part, that she was able to press his mind a little, enough to clear his head for a moment. A bit of focus helped clear hers, too. A little more effort and she managed to temporarily link their minds.

Professor, can you- What? Good -- apologies, it's a bit sudden. Your notes on decrypting the map, where are they? Actually, don't tell me. I just need to know they're safe. They're safe. Mostly. Alright, then, just put the map away.

Only a little pressure on the release and the door slid open. She peeked out into the hall. She pulled back and closed the door. She raised her hand and grasped the flow of the Force, beginning to summon a little Light to the room.

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Objective One: Money Makes the World Go Round
Location: Coruscant, Senate Chambers
Action: Listening
Attire

Seto leaned forward as he listened to the Senator voice his concerns of the chances that the Trade Federation leverages their currency to curry favor from the Alliance. This was a clear issue of who commands who in the eyes of every Alliance Civilian, since this change of currency will affect every citizen’s wallet. If the Alliance were to announce their support and change to the Federation currency, the need for security against large corporation bias would need to be assured.

Oh how the midterms will play out terribly if this goes into something horrible even by just a tiny bit. Weakness, nor its perception, could not be afforded by any margin. for this to work.

“Guarantees are difficult to be had in this galaxy Senator, but we all agree that our constituents deserve an economy capable of performing in this tumultuous time.” Seto spoke, finally finding his voice and reason to speak. Let us dodge.

“No single corporation can influence the Alliance, but only our people alone can overturn calamity into prosperity. By embracing this new currency we can give the future in the hands of every single Alliance Citizen.”

“The real question that should be asked among us Senators is; How soon can we seize this opportunity?” Seto presented to the rest of the Senators gathered.

The markets were a fickle imagination, capable of self-fulling prophecies of either doom or ecstasy. So the young Du Couteau spoke with the best effort to stoke the flames of good-will. May the bulls run and the bears slumber away in their caves.
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|| Adhira Chandra | Aerarii Tithe | Faith Organa | Dalton Crowder | Sssar Taszzn ||

 

[Kal]

GLOBEX UNIVERSITY DENON | Auteme​

It worked, but only briefly. Perhaps she had sensed his efforts, but he found it more likely that she thought the Professor's hesitation his own; it was not every day that academia whiffed of cloak-and-dagger, after all. Either way, the game was up - he would have to make a play or skulk away.

Given the potential value of the map and the relative safety of his actions, the decision was a simple one.

As the Light given tangible form began to ripple forth from Auteme's open hand, Kal exerted influence of his own, shadows seeming to dance at the outer edges of the light, growing in strength until their surroundings were moderately obfuscated. Far from the devastating sorceries of the Sith, this was little more than a trick of the senses, a bit of tinkering with lightwaves in small but noticeable ways.

It would, hopefully, provide sufficient distraction for the cutesy droid, barely larger than a human fist, that emerged from a vent and shot towards the document, intent on carrying it back with it - if he could get it out of her sight, he was sure it could be safely extracted.

She certainly would not find Globex's security officers very helpful, not when the droid had access to their internal communications.​

 

[Annasari]

Aerarii Tithe | Dalton Crowder | Faith Organa | Seto du Couteau | Sssar Taszzn​

"Jakku seeks the floor."

The pod whizzed forward as Senator Du Couteau finished speaking, breaking the woman's long silence. She had been content to sit, to listen, to observe, to work her way through probable outcomes in her head. There was many a path any solution could take. All had to be considered. Her own world was not immune to the riots that had risen up. Though Jakku was long an impoverished planet, they had come to know a small prosperity under the rule of the Guild. It was now threatened; it mattered not who had given them a means to an end, only that the end was now worthless. Their small commission for scrap could hardly afford them water, their most sacred resource, let alone anything else they may need. However, the Guild was not immune to the crisis, either, and so with the stagnation of contract rates, her constituents had risen up and demanded she fix this.

Yet, what was she to do? Some action was sorely needed- the lack thereof would see an end to her rule, and with it, a surely greater evil. However, any switch in currency had the potential for the fallout. A lesser-known concept, the "round-up effect", would only touch the poorest of the poor- including her people.

"I must caution against hasty action, Senator Du Couteau." She said, looking directly at her peer. "The motion is not one to be taken lightly. Unlike other legislation, we cannot simply repeal this at a later date in favor of something else. Should we make the jump to another credit, the move will be done, and if we were to switch once more, previous ripples will not simply fade."

The woman turned, harsh eyes facing her fellows in their pods.

"I urge you all to look beyond face value. Though I certainly cannot deny the merit of liquidity with a domestic credit, it would do little to offer return through trade in the long term. The Trade Federation Credit could resolve that issue- because exchange rates with subsidiaries would be non-existent, there would be no conversion costs, and offers the lure of further trade, given they would likely desire to support their own invention. Given it's nature, we would not have to worry about excessive inflation for a very long time." She paused, gaze sweeping across the chamber. "However, the Trade Federation Credit is not without its own weaknesses. Though it offers a more stable exchange rate, no currency is infallible to appreciation. If- no, when, this happens, the over-valuation would very likely lead to a fall in exports and potentially limit the Galactic Alliance's economic growth. Planets are by no means exempt to that.

"Finally, I must point out that our underprivileged worlds, mine included, would suffer under any move away from the Galactic Standard Credit. The round-up effect causes most anyone to lose something as they transfer to different units, but the effect is often not large enough to be noticed. However, for citizens scraping by, it would be a hit they could not afford."

A pale flickered across the datapad within her pod.

"With all of this taken into account, I motion to table the proposed legislation until such a time when the Committee of Finance and Commerce can conduct an investigation and make an informed recommendation. Not only will we have the opinions of experts, but it will also provide ample time to scout for a suitable backing for a domestic credit, and to see if electrum will rise once more. Do I have a second?"

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

MONEY MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND // SENATE ROTUNDA
CORUSCANT
Adhira Chandra | Sssar Taszzn | Dalton Crowder | Faith Organa | Seto du Couteau

Senator Shule’s proposal bore the brunt of a typical Senatorial debate. The Member for Hosnian Prime asked what assurances were in place to protect the Galactic Alliance from outside control exerted by the Trade Federation. The Member for Empress Teta, sticking true to the Corporatist Party line, argued that the Alliance’s markets were larger than any corporation and would ultimately win out. “While the Trade Federation will licence and support the use of their, ah, credit,” Tithe added. “An Alliance-based central bank will be the issuer, and adjudicate supply and demand locally.”

The Member for Jakku sought recognition. Tithe’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Annasari was a shrewd operator and did not spend her political capital lightly. While she offered support for the adoption of a new credit, the Senator called for restraint and careful consideration, noting the negative impacts which would befall her world. As a representative of such an improvised world, this much was expected.

But she went further still and put forward a motion to refer to the matter to the Committee on Finance & Commerce. It was a bold move. Committee members, Tithe included, could more easily manipulate the small, tight-knit group than was possible with a full Senate session. Proposals not in their favour could be dragged through months or years of hearing and enquiries until everyone had long forgotten what the original proposal was. Measures that favoured the Committee members could be dressed up in committee reports which buried any issues or risks where not even the most diligent analyst could find them.

What was Annasari playing at?

Her motion found a quickly found a second. “The, ah, new motion is to refer the matter to the Committee on Finance & Commerce. Colleagues, please make your voices known.” The terminal in each Senate pod updated with the new proposal, giving the members the option to vote in favour, in opposition, or abstain.

The vote resolved in a matter of moments. “Yes, the ayes have it,” Tithe announced. “The matter is referred to Committee, who will report back with their findings. Now, on to the next matter of business - item one-besh. Yes, oh boy, item one-besh is a proposal to amend the hyperlane guidance regulations in the Mid Rim to allow...”

 

[Doc Painless]

Objective I: Money Makes The World Go Round - Currency Riot
Location: Denon, Seven Corners, Misery-Upon-Dream

Literal worlds away from tabled motions and committee referrals, the crowd in Seven Corners still stood, screaming and shouting and holding up signs in a desperate bid to be noticed. "Our real work demands real pay!" They shouted. "Indentures and vouchers are not okay!" The rhyming chant echoed through Misery-Upon-Dream, bellowed from tens of thousands of throats. Nor was this protest the only one. Across Denon, tens of millions demonstrated in the streets, risking beatings and imprisonment to make their voices heard. Corporate news channels conspicuously turned their cameras away, covering anything else they could think of... but pirate broadcasts carried the story.

Would those words make it to Coruscant? Would the senators hear the chanting? Would they recognize that the Corporate Authority they were negotiating with had no intention of ever implementing their democratic principles, no matter what their public relations department might announce? The DireX Board and the tiny fraction of the population they'd made rich at everyone else's expense would never give up any amount of their power and wealth willingly. Unless the Alliance government was willing to take them on, to hold them to actually implementing their claims of meritocracy and to abiding by free and fair senatorial elections, nothing was going to change when Denon joined the GA.

The Doc wasn't holding his breath. He'd lost faith in government a long time ago, before he'd even come to this planet to lose and reinvent himself. As he understood it, the CAD's system of megacorporate rule wasn't so different from what some factions of senators wanted to see everywhere in the Alliance. But he still felt hopeful, standing there in the middle of the crowd, shouting their slogans along with them. He felt hopeful because people had finally stirred, had finally hit their breaking point and stood up for themselves. He didn't believe that some distant political power was going to change things for them, but he did believe that people could change their own government.

Denon could rise up, throw down the CEOs and their cronies, and finally take back rule by the people, for the people.

Would his own role in trying to bring that about end up mattering? Would all the things he'd done be justified if the CAD finally collapsed? Or would that just usher in a time when the economy collapsed, too, and prosperity for a tiny few turned into scarcity for everyone? The Doc didn't know. All he was certain of was that he was in too deep now to turn back. He'd committed an act of terror, participated in an assassination, murdered a member of CorpSec. He was the kind of criminal now who would never be able to live free on Denon unless the government was overthrown, and he still believed that it would be for the better for everyone, not just himself.

He'd deal with consequences as they came up. For now, Doc Painless raised his fist and chanted as loud as anyone.

 

[Cartri Keswoll]

Location: Denon
Objective: Send the dodgy trader packing
Gear: Antique blaster/Slicing equipment/Himself
Tag: Phalsi Drynchen

"Spacers don't normally have a sense of style like you..." he looked back with a grin, happy that his partner was beginning to loosen up. Even though they had a job to do, there was no harm in having a joke or two along the way, all it did was calm nerves and stress that normally came along with a thing like this "And you're not wrong, the same could be said for his fingers" he chuckled while walking along with a sense of excitement to what was coming up. By the end of the night, he was sure the trader would be going back to his home planet with a tail between his legs.

Luckily, the streets didn't seem to bother them as they stopped beside the entrance of the highrise complex. The area around them was quiet and secluded from the crowded area of the Mainstreet, with only a few odd citizens walking past and minding their own business. When no one was about the teen looked inside to see a lonely receptionist at a desk, busy typing away at his terminal while mumbling a few things under his breath. The room had a few cameras poking around, but that wouldn't be a problem with a well thought plan. With the cameras in play, there was a chance it could trigger a response from the authorities, something of which they didn't need

"Alright spacer, I've got a plan which you might not like. We both go in together acting like we have a place, but while you're busy pretending to sign in I'll pull the toilet trick and use it as a chance to find the control room. From there, I'll be able to loop the camera feed and stop anyone from watching us do the deal. Then, by all means, take care of that receptionist by any means necessary, but I'm afraid you'll need to lose the mask first..." he explained, knowing that she might have some problems with that "And trust me, I won't even look at you until you're done if needs be." promised the boy, readjusting his backpack in preparation for the plan to go ahead "Do we have a plan?"

 

[Daiya]

Objective IV - BYOO: Playing the innocent teen isn't working, now what?
Tags: Yula Perl Dagon Kaze

The crowd swallowed her whole.

Daiya was jostled between different beings, her arms and legs flailing to find purchase or even just to score a hit. Strange beings held her limbs back, keeping her fixed in place. She felt an arm twisting backward, and let out a cry of anguish. Fat fingers smothered across her mouth, deafening her screams. Rough hands moved over the smooth places on her body, searching for secrets hidden on her person. She fought harder then, until she heard someone else tell them off.

"Get off her, sleemo. For feth's sake, she's just a kid!" A new being came into view, replacing Rough Hands with a gentler touch and a laser focus on patting her down. The teen's unsteady breathing slowed a little under the woman's skillful hands, though she let out a squeal when the ident and credit shit she had slipped in the makeshift thigh pocket of her shorts were discovered. "Daiya, huh?" The familiar yell of Yula from somewhere nearby seemed to confirm it for the woman. She appraised the teen soberly, pulling away the being's hand covering her mouth so Daiya could answer her. "And you're from around here, not a smart play to rob the high-end action on your home turf."

The teen's wild eyes could barely focus on the woman in front of her. Her brain was having just as difficult a time forming a coherent response. She could only manage to purse her lips and launch a lob of spit at her captors.

The woman moved in close to the would-be thief, and now her hand was not so gentle. She gripped the teen's chin, using it to tip her head up to look in her eyes. Daiya's could finally focus, staring at the terrifying woman who had transformed right in front of her into this vile, twisted monstress. "Know what we do to thieves here?"

"What, turn me over to CorpSec?" Daiya asked, a wry laugh covering her sheer lack of confidence. She didn't know, and she didn't really want to find out. Her gaze veered away, looking to see how close Yula was to her. How far away her salvation was. Or, instead, how close was her doom. "I'd be out in a day, tops."

"Naw, we don't bother with Seccers or Corpos here..." the woman trailed off, and Daiya's heartbeat quickened. It pounded in her chest as the woman grabbed her wrist, ripping it away from the hands that held it fast and posed it in front of the girl's face. "I take your hands..." Daiya froze, her whole body rigid. Her lungs screamed to breathe but nothing was moving, no air was coming. Her terror awaited the woman's next words, tightening its grip around her heart with each passing moment. "...or I put them to use in the ring."

A few of the beings around her let out knowing chuckles, the hunger and greed plain on their voices. The woman leaned close to her, "If you last long enough, I might even let you earn back your debts."

Daiya fought even harder against the woman's grip and the hands keeping her in place. She managed to free one of her legs, and kicked it forward, aiming it squarely at the woman's gut. Her reflexes were too slow this time, and as the arena's pit boss jumped back Daiya's foot drove itself to the space between the woman's legs. The laughter rang in her ears as the woman stepped back close, "That might have worked, if I was a man. You gotta know your opponent, girl, or you'll never survive in my pit." The woman laughed again, "Actually, you probably won't. At least we might get a few minutes of entertainment out of you, Miss Plucky Pigtails."

Oh feth. She was going to die as Miss Plucky Pigtails. That was the worst part of it all. Daiya's voice choked in her throat, and the tears began to run down her face at last.

 

[Dagon Kaze]

fixers, rigging, peaky blinders: gf edition

Daiya | Yula Perl​

“Time to play hero!”

"Oh, now you wanna play hero?" Dagon groaned, just as she released her from her headlock. "Wish you had that mindset before you sucked out all the oxygen from my brain." and not in the good way, he thought brushing away the locks of hair. There was a faint haze in his vision. Yula didn't hold back. These stark differences they had - over nearly everything - sometimes amused him and sometimes concerned him. Their divergent approach to justice was one of the many they carried back home; both coped with it by merely remaining silent, never talking about it. She'd been the one more consistent with that method, while he...well, let's say he often acted like a bull rancor in a china shop. Dictated by the rigorous dogma of the Jedi, Dagon was adamant in his code to the point it cost him numerous nights on the couch.

This time it might be worse. He had directly infringed upon her 'dealings'.

Gonna deal with that later.

The raven-haired Jedi lunged on the ropes, pushed them down with impeccably balanced footing, and launched himself with the aid of both ropes and the Force at the crowd of goons encircling Dayia.

Most places kids are in bed at this hour.

On Denon kids are busy thievin' for a day's bite.

'non kids grow up faster. Harder.

Dagon lands with a heavy dropkick on one wolfman bozo. A graceful pirouette away from a meaty hook, then back at the bald fat thug with an uppercut. Intimate distance, none's got the advantage of reach. Baldy's got another edge instead - bourbon breath and stale pepperoni. Head's light from Yula's headlock, lighter from the stench and a goon gets a clean jab at the Jedi's ribs. Heavy and precise, a shockboxer's bread and butter. Some bones creak, even Arthur winces in the matrix. Kick in the chin's Dagon's reply. Licked, stamped, and sent over another enthusiastic duo.

But there's more.

It's like Denon's whole cesspool of eddies are out here to get him. He flashes a glance at Yula - I'll take the jabs, you take the kid. It's now or never, or rather now or in a barrel of duracrete an hour later.

Will talk about employin' kids later. From the partially safe distance of a couch. Even if I know she's gonna bring up 'Jedi child soldiers'.

Sometimes I do wonder if we're any different from Daiya and the rest of Denon's kids.

Can't admit that, though.

Pink's already got enough trump cards as it is.

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[Yula Perl]

Whatever it was between her and Dagon—and uh, right now it was a lot—it could wait until after.

Until he was banished to the couch.

One thing she could count on was for him to take action, and talk it out later. He was the dependable sort, even if the later made her empty an a fistful of painkillers into her mouth. They departed from the ring, Yula swinging her way towards Daiya, and Dagon clearing a path for her. Brawls were tricky business, they could disperse or become deadly in an instant. Right now it was like fighting back a rushing sea—for every jerk she managed to punch out, another three took his place. She’d rather deal with Sevri Savage than this nonsense, and the thought of her former opponent drew her gaze up to the announcer’s box where she’d been flung to earlier.

She caught Dagon’s eyes, and a moment of understanding flashed between them. Perhaps they just knew eachother that well, or maybe something tugged at the bond they shared.

I'll take the jabs, you take the kid.

An idea formed, one that Yula would act on before she had time to realize if it was a good idea or a bad idea. Maybe it wasn’t the greatest plan, she realized while scaling the scaffolding that held the announcer’s box above the ring. But she couldn’t back out now, not when people in the crowd were just beginning to notice the Zeltron hanging from the durasteel frame above them.

“I’m coming DAIYAAAAAAA!”

Launching herself from her perch, the airborne Zeltron came down hard on the Pit Mistress, the one who’d been holding Daiya by the hands. Slinky as she was, the woman didn’t expect an ariel Yula to land on top of her, the surprise of the situation creating a momentary radius around her and Daiya as she’d practically cratered into the ground.

The landing was hard on Yula too, joints screaming and her knee already swelling from the impact. Manic desperation in her one eye, she grabbed Daiya by the wrist and scrambled upwards. “Go, go, go!” She urged, dashing through the crowd. There was a speeder van outside the back door of the venue, illegally boosted by the Zeltron herself in case of an emergency exit.

Right now, her priority was getting all three of them out of the building. They could deal with the fallout on multiple fronts later.

The few moments that Yula’s move had bought them quickly dissipated, as the Pit Mistress scraped herself from the floor, aided by a few of her nearby goons.

“GET THEM!” She hissed, pointing a bony finger at the retreating shockboxer and thief in tow.

“Dagon lets GOOOOOO!”

Dagon Kaze | Daiya

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

GET INSIDE
Objective: II - Do some sketchy sith-spit.
Equipment: Under-Armor, Clothes-How they look, The Mask, J.I.C. Cloak, Scope- utility belt, Wrist Device, Slicing/Gaming Tool, The Encoil, Stowaway Node, Clarion Personal Translator
Weapons: Four Zenji Needles, Pair of Blue Lightsabers, Hard Light Weapon, Pair of Shock Whips
Tags: Cartri Keswoll
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She spared a moment to smirk to herself at the style comment. A spared second of self satisfaction that was there and gone at the memory of being present for a purpose.

"Two things from a well dressed spacer. A good liar, or a damn good pilot. Seldom both." She cackled to herself.

They had a spot where people seemed to thin out, and the teen came up with a plan for them. There was a contemplative look about her with the mention ditching the mask, but she shrugged and pulled it off a moment, fiddling with it and pulling pieces off before it became similar to the visor.

It revealed more of her face without revealing her eyes. Always a good thing to leave a bit to mystery she thought.

"More for function than sneaking. I'll do what I can with the receptionist." She shrugged before leading the way in.

Coming around the front into view, her stride changed to a slow and measured one. There was suddenly an air about her. Haughty and entitled as she moved to the door, stopping and looking expectantly at Cartri.

"Augh. Oh, my, gosh. Are you really going to make me open, another door? You should be thankful I took this holiday with you. Daddy said I shouldn't. He might be right if you make me work so much. I even flew here for us and you know how much I h-a-t-e flying."

She was deliberately loud, and obnoxious. Her stance was loose, arms crossed even as she pointed towards the door before her. There was an exxagerated frown on her face, looking between the door and Cartri. This was seemingly simple for her to slip into. An easy mindset to work having seen it a number of times and mocked it.

 

[Auteme]

Kal
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The sudden pressure on her mind was suffocating -- for a moment she remembered how the mere presence of Carnifex had felt so heavy and intense, yet this felt more targeted, more intentional, rather than the empty void that was that Sith. It was direct, forcing her to use her will to fight against it.

It seemed that was what their mysterious assailant was hoping for; with despair overtaking the professor as well, Auteme realized the map was ripe for the taking. Through the waves of darkness she still felt a pang of warning. As the droid came into view she reached into her own bag to produce a droid of her own, then flung it towards where the eyebot had grabbed the map. "Get it!" she called, and the B00 companion leapt into action to grasp the other side of the map.

Auteme began to push back against the force being exerted on her mind, attempting to clear her head of outside influence -- only for her to hear a sudden tearing of paper as the map was split in half.

 

[Daiya]

Objective IV - BYOO: Getting the feth out of a shockboxing match
Tags: Yula Perl Dagon Kaze

Thump thump. Thump thump.

The sound crashed in her ears, repeating over and over again.

Thump thump. Thump thump.

Her heart pounded inside her head so loud no other sound could make it through. Her throat knotted so much she felt it would choke her. Her tears made rivers against the cracked makeup on her cheeks. Her breath came in gasps, gulps, pushing past her throat somehow to feed her lifeforce.

Condemned to a short life in a fighting ring. Daiya had heard horror stories of beings getting kidnapped, forced to fight, but that was something that happened on lower levels. Or in the likes of District 9. Not here. Not to her. She would rather the ringmaster just shoot her, right here and now.

Daiya might have heard the shouts or felt the motion of Yula and Dagon making their way to her, but they barely registered. A rock against the tide. An ocean of fear that was swallowing her, drowning her.

A thought surfaced in her mind.

Maybe all she had to do was let go. Let it all happen. Be the helpless little girl they all thought she was. Show them a good time, and maybe she could survive the first fight. She didn't have to give up, but maybe she should just give in...

"OW!" The sharp pain in her wrist dragged the girl back to the present. A pink hand was clasped around her wrist. Daiya flashed a glance to its owner, and saw the intensity in Yula's eyes as she yelled at the teen to get going.

And then it was all back in a rush. The arena, the noise, the crowd, the woman in front of her, and the satchel with her loot in it, now laying discarded on the ground. Yula and the cop from before were shouting, dragging her back. She couldn't go yet. This couldn't have all been for nothing!

"No, wait! Hold on!" Daiya struggled against Yula's grip, but it was no use. She was helpless to the inexorable pull from the Zeltron woman, that same unstoppable force that Daiya had admired in the first place. When Yula set her mind to something, it was going to happen.

Daiya had been helpless to her fate then, but not now. She reached out her arm, back into the crowd, back toward her belongings. As if it would help. As if all the willing in the galaxy would put things back to how they were just moments before the Abyssian grabbed her stuff and the arena woman tried to condemn her to a short, miserable life.

Someone must have thrown her things to her. The pit mistress, tossing them in a fit of rage? Or some helpful stranger in the crowd? Daiya caught them, her satchel...and curiously also her ident card. She almost stopped to stare at them for a moment, wondering if it had been her own doing that brought the objects flying back within reach.

Daiya nearly dropped them, then, before wrapping her fingers and arms tightly about her things so she didn't lose them again. She didn't even mind when Yula tossed her in the back of a speeder van, and yelled to the lawman to get going.

She was just busy breathing hard, steadying her pounding head. The van must have gotten moving, or it was just her reeling from it all, that it took effort to get back up into a sitting position. Daiya leaned against the side of the van, eschewing the seat, drawing her legs to her chest. "You came, Yula. I knew you'd come!"

The teen couldn't be mad at the pink woman anymore, not after that triumphant rescue. She couldn't hardly be sad, either, and her fingers moved to unpack the satchel she held in front of her. "I think might have grabbed this, with, you know, the Force or something. So it wasn't all for nothing."

Daiya gave Yula a small, cautious grin and turned the open satchel so her partner could see. Then she raised her voice a bit, her confidence returning with her ire as her eyes narrowed against the back of the pilot's chair, "We could have gotten more if laserbrain here hadn't messed it up."

 

[Dagon Kaze]

fixers, rigging, peaky blinders: gf edition

Daiya | Yula Perl​

They came in waves. Tsunami waves of ugly mugs in custom tailored suits, to be precise. The uglier the mug, the tougher the nut. For each one Dagon decommissioned, another two - uglier than before - showed up. If not for the Force to enhance every move of his, he would've been eaten alive. Yet, even if the Force was infinite, the raven-haired Jedi surely was not. A dozen of new bruises and cuts were added into the mosaic collection of scars his body owned.

Arthur was complaining over the state of Dagon's white shirt and something about missing a tie again when the Jedi finally made it into the back of the van. He shut the earpiece off, leaned back and inspected the damage. Crimson red spots dampened his shirt where knives had found purchase. Wincing at the sting, one hand fell on a deeper cut trying to squeeze it shut. Vibrodagger, he concluded feeling the wavy incision in his flesh. Not anywhere near critical, otherwise Arthur would've forced the earpiece on again to warn him, but damn it hurt.

"We could have gotten more if laserbrain here hadn't messed it up."

It hurt enough that he'd forgotten he was in a van full of criminals. Yula, included.

Ah, great, another nickname.

He was collecting those at a fast rate, almost as fast as the rate at which he accumulated new scars to show.

"Guess I'll look the other way when a robbery's going down." he murmured, then threw a jab at pink, "Hell, maybe I'll join in on the fun next time. It's what the cops here do anyway." an inaudible sigh escaped his lips. Law enforcement on Denon was a nightmare. Worse than Coruscant, that's for sure. Not a clean cop in sight.

The Jedi kept his eyes averted from the rest, fixated on ripping open one of his sleeves and wrapping it tight around the vibrodagger's wound.

​

 

[Yula Perl]

"You came, Yula. I knew you'd come!"

Yula had collapsed halfway out of her seat. The adrenaline surge had hit her hard, and fortunately the Zeltron performed well under duress. Better, even. The stress was probably scratching years off the back end of her life, but that was a problem for later.

“Course I did. Well, we did.” She arched a brow at Daiya, gesturing to Dagon sharply with her chin. She was grateful for his help, but that did little to smother her anger over what he’d done. “Wasn’t gonna let you get beaten to a pulp. Woulda been a much shorter fight.” Yula gave the girl a wide, toothy grin. Minus a few teeth.

"Hell, maybe I'll join in on the fun next time. It's what the cops here do anyway."

“Oh, can it, Dag.” Upper lip curling into a snarl, her gaze finally had the chance to settle on his form—exhausted, injured—for the first time tonight. The dash of red spotting the fabric of his shirt caused her face to sharpen in surprise. “You’re hurt.” She waved his hand away as he worked at the makeshift bandage, pressing just above and below the wound with her fingers, urging the punctured skin closer together. Her lips pursed in concentration; Yula was no healer, but her mother had taught her a few tricks to soothe pain through the Force. Ironically and unbeknownst to her, it was the murder of Haytham Kaze that locked her mother’s ability to heal.

“Daiya, hand me the medkit from behind the se-“ She leaned closer to the girl for a moment, pausing for a moment when she presented her satchel. “With the Force? Really? Not bad, kid.” Her lips pursed again, this time impressed. The girl had latent ability, and like Yula wasn’t interested in the more traditional paths. “Not a bad haul, all things considered. Would have been a lot more lucrative if laserbrain here had let me take the dive. Oh don't worry, he aint a real cop." Her free hand sifted through the bag of credit sticks and jewelry Daiya had managed to pilfer from the venue’s patrons. Her hand wrapped around something familiar, and with a furrowed brow, Yula pulled a seven-pointed star shaped ornament from the bag.

Holding it up, she flipped it back and forth in front of the others. It looked…vaguely familiar to her.

“Huh.” She tossed it back in the bag. “It’s ugly.”

Daiya | Dagon Kaze

 

[Cartri Keswoll]

Location: Denon
Objective: Send the dodgy trader packing
Gear: Antique blaster/Slicing equipment/Himself
Tag: Phalsi Drynchen

The woman seemed to ponder on his request for a few moments before slowly removing parts of her mask, revealing more of her face but keeping her eyes a mystery. Cartri couldn't help but stare for a few moments out of curiosity, glaring at her face until he chose to respectfully keep to his promise. Suddenly, without a word of warning his contact changed into a different person entirely. Instead of her being jokey and laid back, she had now turned into a whiny woman who complained about the littlest dissatisfaction, something of which made Cartri grin for a moment before turning himself into a different kid.

"I'm sorry your royal highness..." he mumbled back to her sarcastically as he reached over to the door and pulled it open, delivering an overexaggerated bow to add to the remark. The brother and sister motive almost seemed reward worthy, but the receptionist taking the bait was a different story.

After her, Cartri tailed close behind, walking in a humourous way that seemed like he struggled to hold something in "I can't believe father forced me on this trip, all you do is treat me like your personal servant..." the boy complained loudly, equally as whiney to his counterpart who played the part well. When they stopped at the desk, Cartri lightly jumped up and down on the spot as the receptionist tiredly glared up from his screen "Can I help you?" he said in a miserable tone before his gaze went up to the woman, expecting her to offer her sign in details nice and quickly so he could return to his work. Cartri on the other hand wasn't going to let that happen "I've... I've gotta use the restroom" the boy said with a tug on her arm while also giving the receptionist a pleading look to end his suffering.

The toilet trick always worked a treat on adults, they never suspect a thing considering he's only just a kid who didn't seem to no better. After a few moments of hesitation the receptionist gave in with a loud sigh "Down the corridor and to the left..." he said with a roll of his eyes. After getting the all clear from his fellow actor, he quickly rushed down the corridor with his eyes set on a security room. From there, he'd be able to access the cameras and remove any evidence of them even arriving.

Coming to the end of the corridor, he spotted a closed room marked as surveillance. The only problem was the fact a camera was placed in the corner, pointed directly at the door. Cartri stayed out of view and quickly thought of an idea, choosing to pick a safe option just in case the footage was linked to any outside sources. Raising his hand, he used the force to twirl the camera until it was facing the other way. Hopefully, whoever watched thought it was a camera malfunction and left it for now.

Looking around, he gave himself the confidence to move up to the door and get in. Of course, the door was locked, so within a few minutes, he was able to use a simple hacking method on the code lock that prevented him from gaining access. The door slowly creaked open, revealing the ginger haired shadow runner who cautiously peaked his head in. Luckily, no one seemed to be in at this time, but it was clear the room had been used recently.

Cartri wasted no time in getting to work. With little trouble, he was able to put in a constant loop of camera footage before they even arrived, as well as removing any video of them arriving in the complex. Chuckling to himself from the quick handy work he left the room as it was and let the door automatically lock behind him, slowly walking back to his partner as if he had had the weight of the world lifted off him from that toilet break "You're still here sis?! I can't believe remembering a few details takes as long as your marathon task of painting your nails" he groaned, before flashing a quick wink as an indication that things were set.

 

[Kal]

GLOBEX UNIVERSITY DENON | Auteme​

Success, for the moment.

The fist-sized droid grabbed the map, but that was all Kal knew. He was too busy interfering with the Jedi to notice anything else. A Sith would have likely opted for a directly violent approach, but that was not his style - his darkness was harmless, his efforts nought but nebulous distractions, albeit ones that were almost impossible to pin down. She was, in effect, doing the mystical equivalent of punching at shadows.

He could hardly blame her; it was hard to know when you could just soldier through rather than combat directly when so many of the galaxy's Force Users seemed to favour the heavy-handed approach. There seemed to be a dozen sluggers for every being with some tact.

It was impossible to remain unaware of the sudden tearing, however, precious paper torn by imbecilic machinery.

<NO!> It was the first time he had spoken in their encounter, the telepathic outcry more instinctual than anything else. As the darkness faded away as suddenly as it had come, it was accompanied by tinges of regret, sadness almost. He had gained half by damaging the whole.

That had never been his intent.​