Golden Sun [Omega]

[Uriel]

Welcome aboard the deep-space passenger liner Golden Sun. We hope you enjoy your stay.

That was the receptionist. This place was a big cruise ship, with plenty of business executives and lots of people to talk to. A conglomerate of industrial execs had gotten together to dusicuss big business. What had they done? Hired Omega to handle security, of course. Now, to be fair, these guys hailed from worlds like Corellia and Fondor. These ladies and gentlemen, dressed up all fancy-like, were here not only to party (and party they did), but also to help discuss the future of a wide variety of businesses all across Protectorate space.

Therefore, High Command had essentially decided that, hey, let's kill two-birds with one stone. Anyone who wanted a week off duty was asked to play plain-clothes security for this party - they had to behave, but the guard roster would be rotated, and people could enjoy themselves for that one week when they weren't on security duty.

Except Uriel, who didn't get the concept of plain-clothes security and stuck out like a sore thumb, but our lovable Sergeant was first and foremost a soldier of the Inquisition.

However, what people didn't know was that there were pirates, waiting in the wings. They were ready to attack - waiting for [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] word.

Security was going to get paid double time for this one.

 

[Tanalth]

[member="Uriel"]

Who knew working like this meant getting vacation time on the side? Had Jenna been more aware of it she'd have tried out for assignments like these a long time ago. Here she was on the Golden-Sun, all dressed and ready for a nice relaxing few days of quiet and all while just needing to deal witht he fine print of the agreement: Keeping the delegates happy and safe while they talked over business about Portectorate space. While Jenna wished she could say there was nothing to worry about she knew better than that. There was always the risk of someone trying to ruin the meeting or something that could easily make everything go south and that only meant even more pains in the ass to deal with. While wanting to enjoy some free time Jenna knew the risks of being on this mission and tried to stay alert. But force only knew how badly she wanted to just kick back for most of the time and enjoy the best drinks they could serve on a luxury liner like this.

Jenna, arriving on the ship with the others, was dressed in a more tropical yet fashionable dress while her bags were carried by one of the service droids. She gave little waves to people here and there, acting as though she was used to being in a crowd like this, while keeping tabs on anyone and everyone she noticed. No telling if there was a mole or sleeper present.

(This sort of dress: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NqEngJGN1hE/UbrGBMoGx0I/AAAAAAAACEc/-xB9NFrMQ9o/s1600/63BB095A-C62C-4458-93CC-80C8DEAB0822.JPG )

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

The plan was a simple one. Board the luxury liner disguised as passengers and staff. They all had a role, good fake ID's, well practiced cover story's if things went south. This would be carried out swiftly and carefully once they entered deep space. The timing had to be just right. A pirate dressed as a ships crewman would disable the ships communications first, give the signal, and that was when they would attack. Zandra knew something about taking big ships. She liked them. They sold off for good credits. Not only that, but a ship like this? Full o' fancy folk? They could get rich off the jewelry and furs alone!
After they disabled the ship and took care of security, they'd trap most of the passengers in the main ballroom. In order to do this, Zandra knew it would be easiest to time the attack around an event so majority of the passengers would be gathered there already. The rest of the plan? What would they do with the crew and passengers? Nothing too bad. Zandra was a thief, but she wasn't going to just dump folks out an airlock. Nah. She had a location in mind to drop them. Somewhere remote enough that they wouldn't attract too much attention. They could call in after they made their escape, report the abandoned passengers. They'd be fine. A little shook up, annoyed, and a good bit less well dressed, but they'd survive.

...Unless someone did somethin' stupid. Zandra hated when someone just had to be the hero. Robberys didn't have to be deadly. More often than not, pirates just wanted the treasure. Killing was just the unfortunate side effect when things didn't go as planned.
Well, as long as the crew stuck to the plan and memorized their roles, and as long as she didn't have to put down any wanna-be heroes, things should go smoothly. Zandra knew how to play her strengths, and her strength was acting. She knew how to pull off a role. The one she chose today was snobby, over dressed wife. She had a few disguises set aside for this part specifically. Black dress, fur shawl, fake jewels just well made enough to pass as real, and an accent so well practiced that she even surprised herself that she was able to pull it off. She fanned herself and looked around as her luggage was carried on board.

"Be careful with that!" she snapped at a service droid, "That is a designer luggage set!"

She had more than a few good reasons for wanting her luggage to be well taken care of. Her gear was inside. Nothing that could be detencted on scanners. In fact, it as really nothing special at all. A change of clothes, Cal's jacket, leather gloves, boots. Something she could change into when it was time for the party to start. Seriously, how else would she be expected to do it? She couldn't rob folk in a dress and heels, could she?
She flipped open a pocket mirror and while pretending to check her brilliant red lipstick, glanced behind her, looking in the crowd for any of her people.

[member="Saeronterus Ku'mar "][member="Micheal"] [member="Faye Terrik"] [member="Mad Klay Grubber"] (feel free to tag any of the crew that I missed)

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Klay wasn't much for the life of luxury, he may have been into the rewards of it but he was far from acting the scene of nobility and class; he tried his best not to seem like the wrong fruit in the tree but that was difficult coming from a pirate who spent most of his time doing odd jobs, not big fancy heists. "Watch it!", he said as a service droid took his luggage bag, with both pistols, his techophobia wasn't real helpful, droids made him uneasy; he always felt they could turn on you at a moment's notice. "What if the droid already knows?", he thought to himself nervously before shaking his head clean of the idea. It was a droid, not a spy.

He looked around curiously at the fancy luxury liner, his two best men Rax and Barb were pretending to be his servants. Due to their kinetic communication as Lorrdians, they posed an advantage in this job. He noticed what looked to be [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] with a mirrior, he hadn't thought his Echani hard-hitter would be dressed like a fancy noble woman. The thought nearly made him loose concentration until he wondered about the rest of the crew. Hopefully no on bailed, that happened from time-to-time.

One big question was not how this would play out, but what their roles in the crew would be.

 

[Uriel]

By contrast to the well-dressed woman, Uriel was clad in the blue powered armour of the Inquisition. To be fair, it was utterly resplendent; deep ultramarine blue contrasted with golden highlights, the winged skull on his chest a burnished gold, as were the trims around his shoulder pads and about his neck. He looked... well, it was a thing of beauty.

The Sergeant, helmeted as he was, looked over to [member="Jenna Templar"] and nodded; a quiet, quick motion of his head to indicate that, yes, he was here to watch the festivities unfold and that he was keeping an eye on them, along with her.

He had little idea that [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] and [member="Mad Klay Grubber"] were aboard the Golden Sun, ready to strike.

 

[Tanalth]

As a service droid took her bags for her Jenna thanked him before continuing to mingle among the crowd. The little glance from [member="Uriel"] notified her of his presence. At least it was good to know she wasn't the only one here for now. She just hoped there were more if things went as south as her suirperors feared. While making her way through the crowd she managed to snag a drink from one of the droids offering to the guests. Good thing too. She was going to try and enjoy whatever precious moments she could before this "vacation" was interrupted. She could see [member="Mad Klay Grubber"] and the odd look he was giving to the droid dealing with his luggage. While not thinking too much of it she did think it odd. But then again he might have been the type who was afraid of droids, silly as that was. Through all her stumbling through the crowds and so on Jenna had accidentally bumped into [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] and almost spilled her drink in the porcess. Thankfully the latter was avoided.

Turning to her she said "Oh, sorry. That was my fault. You alright, miss?"

 

[Saeronterus Ku'mar]

Saeronterus quietly shifted his ways through the crowds towards his target, [member="Zandra Tal'verda"]. He was posing as a bodyguard that Zandra's husband had hired for her during this trip, though he doubted that the hard hitting Echani would even need a bodyguard, with his towering height, scars, and missing eye it wasn't that hard to believe that he had experience at the job.
The Kaleesh arrived next to the dress wearing Echani as the croud made way for him with his intimidating presence, he himself was wearing his normal attire, the only difference was that his cloak had been replaced with a more colerful, tribal one. He scanned the room with his yellow eye for the rest of the crew, he saw [member="Mad Klay Grubber"] with Rax and Bard close bye, he concluded that the rest of the crew hadn't arrived yet.

His attention turned back to Zandra, only to see a woman bump into her. The Echani's drink teetered precariously for a moment before settling down, the woman swiftly apologized, personally Saeronterus didn't care but he cringed at the verbal abuse that Zandra in her current disguise would most likely bring.

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

While Zandra was yelling at the droid handling her 'luggage', someone bumped into her. There was a brief moment of panic as she snapped her pocket mirror shut, having spotted [member="Mad Klay Grubber"] behind her. Someone saw her looking. Someone knew! They suspected her!
...No they didn't. That panic died at once and she turned to the other woman, [member="Jenna Templar"], with narrowed eyes.

"Do watch yourself! You could have absolutely killed me!"

Yes. This was her character. Pompous and dramatic. She pulled a fan from her handbag and started fanning herself. She'd seen enough obnoxious self-centered rich snobs to know how stupidly they could overreact to simple things.

"You! You're supposed to be my body guard, you idiot!" She shouted at @Saeronterus Ku'mar, "Guard me from rabble like this, for goodness sake!"

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Klay let out a low whistle at [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] due to her acting ability, to strangers it probably seemed like he was quietly displaying his sense of physical attraction. Rax and Barb maintained themselves quietly, the former of which was carefully scouting out any potential threats to their plans noticing [member="Uriel"] and [member="Jenna Templar"] but not making much note of either of them as of yet. The pirate saw that one of his latest crew mates had finally shown himself, [member="Saeronterus Ku'mar "], and remembered that he was planning on being a body guard for Zandra. The thought made him smile a bit but his nervousness kept it under lock quickly enough.

As for everything else the overwhelming nature of this luxury liner was slowly becoming more comfortable, not enough to fit in like a gambling chip in a casino but he had suspected it was enough not to arouse suspicion. Luckily there was no information on his criminal record out this end of the galaxy and even the record he did have was vague at best per physical description, he was really far prettier than the Hutt Lords made him out to be.

"Where's the rest of my crew?", he thought to himself as he scanned the area.

 

[Uriel]

The perks of being ensconced in giant blue power armour was the fact that Uriel could communicate without being heard. Switching to helmet-com only, Uriel made a second to converse with the security teams aboard the vessel.

"Guardian to teams. Temple has potential tangle."

Short, sweet and to the point. They'd get the message - Jenna was being held up by someone suspicious.

Hopefully, most of the interlopers wouldn't notice a bolt pistol being unshipped from its holder and the... well, to be fair, not very sneaky form of the power armoured man glancing at them from behind crimson eyeshields.

[member="Mad Klay Grubber"] |[member="Zandra Tal'verda"] | [member="Saeronterus Ku'mar "]| [member="Jenna Templar"]

 

[Tanalth]

Given the sudden dramatic outburst from [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] had made Jenna give a small "Pfft." followed by "Okay. I'm going to leave you before you worry about chipping a nail. Or possibly letting all that surgery fall off your face and body." She turned and walked away while saying to herself "Prima donas."

With that out of the way Jenna had only continued to scout about the area, trying to figure who was who. There was an uneasy sense she started having when [member="Uriel"] had motioned to her again. Did it have something to do with that lady she ran into? Or maybe her so-called bodyguard [member="Saeronterus Ku'mar "] who seemed suspicious enough to her. Or even [member="Mad Klay Grubber"] given how nervous he seemed the entire time. A lot of possibilities and right now not enough backup if things went south.

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

The more dramatic the outburst, the less suspicious it made her. Zandra knew how this worked. Rich folk were always over reacting to everything. It was that over acting that made her less suspicious. The only thing that might draw attention was her 'body guard'. Even so, rich ladies hired giant armored men just for going shopping down the street. Zandra had confidence that they wouldn;t be found out. Not yet, anyway. Not if everyone just kept their cool. Z was an expert here.

"Of all the impertinent-" she screached at [member="Jenna Templar"], "You will never find a husband with that attitude, young Lady!"

There. She sniffed, raised her head and shook her blond curls behind the fan. She caught sight of [member="Mad Klay Grubber"], giving him a swift, almost invisible nod, one that could either mean, 'can you believe this trash?' or 'spread out and get to work'. He would know what she meant.

"And you!" she turned to her 'bodyguard' @Saeronterus Ku'mar, "You will do the job you are paid to do from now on, or my husband will be very unhappy!"

She closed her fan, using the tip to slap the mans armor as if making a point. She had to stay in character at all times. It was impossible to know who was staff here.

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Klay tried to keep himself relaxed whilst Rax and Barb put on their 'display' as two servants for himself; to keep the act he would have to act as snobbishly rich as possible.

"Don't just stand around!", he yelled at the two -- to their own surprise actually -- and gave each a fierce look of determination. "Find me a drink, a good seat, and if you keep your mouths shut you might just get paid.", he nodded almost in reassurance. The pirate and his two 'servants' began to explore the ship, more specifically trying to map out the place and see where the luggage was being taken.

He didn't like the idea of being ordered around by [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] , she reminded him too much of his old lieutenant who had a bad habit of second-guessing. Not that he didn't trust her, after all it was because of her that they even got this job in the first place... But she was a former captain herself, and if he knew anything no one loses the habit of calling the shots. As long as she wasn't here to double-cross him or his new crew then all would be well. Credits were credits.

 

[Saeronterus Ku'mar]

The Kaleesh let out a low sigh as [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] played her part and immediately started screeching at the woman for almost, somehow, killing her, Zandra then turned to him and immediately started yelling at him for not guarding her. Saeronterus was about to play his role and diffuse the situation when [member="Jenna Templar"] simply said a few insults and walked away, the echani predictably started yelling again at the woman as she walked away, now that the woman was gone Zandra turned her attention back to him and started yelling at him to do his job.

"Of course." the Kaleesh said quietly before turning his attention to [member="Mad Klay Grubber"] as he began his role to map out the place, he kept his wandering gaze before he noticed a man, [member="Uriel"], encased in giant blue power armor, who currently had his bolt pistol out. The Kaleesh kept his wandering gaze before settling it on the bar, he quietly leaned in next to [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] and whispered in her ear "There is a man in blue power armor, he has a bolt pistol out of it's holster, might be security. Yell something about how im not aloud to drink on the job now."

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

The pirate woman allowed herself to breathe a little as she turned on her heel and motioned for her "body guard" to follow her.

"Grab my bags from that droid before he scuffs my luggage," she snapped to @Saeronterus Ku'mar, "Bring them to my room at once."

She glanced at [member="Mad Klay Grubber"], giving him a slight wink. If she was being honest, she did enjoy the feeling of being in charge of a mission once again. She so very much missed giving orders to a crew. Still, this was not her crew to run. She couldn't afford to get herself killed by aiming too high here. There were her little ones to consider now.

 

[Saeronterus Ku'mar]

Saeronterus immediately complied to Zandra's command, and took the bags from the droid, knowing it was only a matter of time before they got caught. He took a glance at [member="Mad Klay Grubber"] as he followed the Echani to her room, he briefly glanced back to see if they were being followed by [member="Uriel"] before entering her quarters. The Kaleesh immediately placed the bags down on the bed and turned back to the echani.

"I'll keep watch outside, please hurry." the large alien said before leaving the room, hopefully the captain could find some weapons soon so they could get things started, though the Kaleesh knew it would be a good idea to use caution until they could secure the civilians.
He kept his large yellow gaze down the hall as [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] got ready inside, things were about to get serious.

 

[Felicity Mason]

((Ignore me)

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Why was he freaking out? The first show of the night was not going to start for about an hour or so. Zandra rolled her eyes at her crewmates insisting that she hurry. Still, she sat down on the large bed in her suite and snatched her dark wig right off her head, shaking out her natural white hair. She reached down, opening her bag, letting the messy contents inside spill out all over the floor. Zandra could play as a Lady, but anyone who knew her would never imagine her as anything but wild.

"This is Z to K, checkin' in," she said into her comm to Mad Klay Grubber, "All goin' well fer ya?"

As she waited for a response, she pulled her dress off over her head until she was standing in the room in nothing but her underthings. Time to really get ready to party. She dragged out a pair of white shorts, and a black tank top, put it on, then quickly pulled on another dress over top of it all. Cal's coat was hidden under another coat, one made of Nexu fur... or well, it looked like nexu fur. The girl has access to some really good fakes. She couldn't go anywhere without her husbands coat. Not even one mission.
When she had finished, she shoved on a pair of worn leather boots, biting her ruby red lips. She was going to have to be careful how she walked in these. Combat boots under an evening gown was a very odd choice.

@Saeronterus Ku'mar

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

The 'mad' pirate had scouted out a few facilities already, mostly conditioning for the passengers but he noticed what might've been an armory and found where the droid had put his luggage, he almost didn't realize that he had a room... In his mild paranoia he assumed it would be locked up in some secret facility until he almost forgot that passengers needed access to their clothes. It was already bad enough trying to get in two pistols without raising suspicion, "Swimmingly.", he responded to her over the intercom. Rax searched through the luggage and handed Klay his two blaster pistols.

The pirate knew he'd have to lay low and placed one over his crotch area and the other around the parallel behind, it'd be an awkward walk to say the least but one he's done many times before. He can't remember how many times he had to strap weapons in between his legs.

Now it was all just for awaiting the proper moment.
[member="Zandra Tal'verda"]

 

[Saeronterus Ku'mar]

Saeronterus grumbled as he heard a crackling in his ear.
"This is Z to K, checkin' in,All goin' well fer ya?" it seemed that they were starting to use there comms.


"Swimmingly." the captain replied back after a moment.
"Everything is clear outside the room, are you ready?" the kaleesh said into his comm to [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] , it seemed that they were about to start each of there individual goals.