Faction Grand Theft Casino [Krakens - Open To All]

[Xyoz Maji]

Sometimes being a pirate had it's benefits.

Canto Bight - Cantonica
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"Welcome welcome! It's truly an honor, Ser Jareami Mittow. We didn't expect you to get here so quickly!" Stealing ships, credentials. Identities. Listen to a spy, and they'd tell tale of a difficult series of events to trick biometric scanners and the like. A tall human, hailing from the prestigious world of Naboo, simply gave the more or less groveling Rodian a simple nod. Tonight was the night. All manner of people were coming here for a single, greedy goal. Pazaak elite, spending billions to prove they were the best of the best. Of course, that was just one part of the Canto Casino. Between the horse races and the slot machines, there were plenty of credits being spent.

Ser Mittow kept his gaze forward, walking up the stairs with his small entourage of people. Leaving the Rodian behind to grovel to the next big shot coming through. A sad, boring life. Though that'd change soon enough. A large Wookie stepped closer to him, whispering in his ear. "<You sure this is a good idea? I get.. This, but will it really fool their systems?>" Mittow waved it off. "I doubt they'll be able to scan me. I look juuust like the real Mittow!"

He paused, glancing around before clearing his throat. "..Because I am the real Mittow. Anyway! Onwards to Pazzak! .. How does that game work again?"

 

[Aela Cohn]

"You know damn well this is going to work..." Aela said to T-420, the protocol droid she had put second-in-command of her ship. The droid had expressed hesitancy considering what they knew of Xyoz being a simpleton. She had flashed the security system and with a bit of expert slicing replaced the images of Mittow with those of the Kraken's resident good boy knowing that he would need the help at least a little. Maybe he would surprise her, but given his love of shiny things and laser pointers it was hard to imagine that he would pull off just walking right into the casino they had all planned to loot like crazy.

This was not the only slicing that Aela had done to try and cover their tracks. The security for something this big was pretty laughable considering how much money was kept in this place at all times. It felt like hubris to her, to see such an establishment play with their security by going cheap on the options. Aela disabled all the silent alarm systems after some finagling with the jumbled mess of coding they had used for it. That did not solve the issue of active living security but it would delay response times in the event that they were made before getting to the crux of the plan.

Aela considered this a personal challenge. She had been banned by worse casinos than this that caught her cheating their machines. It was almost insultingly easy to toy with their internal systems. "These rich karks think they're untouchable T-420. Can you believe the arrogance, the hubris. I thought this would be harder. I've been banned from places that make this one look like some kind of afterlife paradise."

"You organics are prone to arrogance." T-420 said with a knowing tone.

The Corellian gave the droid a deadpan glare, "Noted, Tee, noted. Next time you should just call me out directly. Either way, we're doing an important job here okay? We gotta keep on top of these internal systems to make sure the security and law enforcement are as slow as possible. Our special boy is on the floor there and we can't afford to have him go berserk for no reason."

 

[Isidor Justeene]

Location: Canto Bight - Cantonica
Ship: Blood Lightning
Tags: Open

Casinos are the playground of rich stuffies, rich stuffies with jewellery and credits. Which he was currently mingling with and covertly taking their things. He slipped a young Human's tiara off her blonde head and hid it in his satchel as he walked by, in a way that she nor everyone else saw or noticed. Why not use his "Special Discount" while he is here. Everyone was ripe for the picking, he got quite a few bags filled with credits and stuff he had already stolen.

Travelling further in the splendour was overwhelming. But he can see the opportunistic appeal and the reward of credits outweighing the snobby atmosphere. He did get a few side-eyes from a few patrons. He knows very well that his people are not a common sight around here. But that hardly matters, he has a job to do, plant explosives and coordinate with the others to haul this place away. First, he needed to gather some assets, he enjoys doing so even if the vaults are filled with stolen possessions. Pyotr did mention that the stealing is getting out of hand, Isidor shrugged it off, he sees what he likes and takes it.

Slipping around a clump of patrons, he heads to where the loos are, a clever way to get to where he needs to go without dragging unwanted attention. Misdirection was something he could do and do well. So far he was free from nosey employees wanting to ask what he was doing.

Now, he needs to find strategically sound places to put the explosives that will make Operation: Grand Theft Casino get underway. Now he wondered where the others are and what they are doing for their part in the heist. Isidor quietly slipped into the "Staff Only" area without hassle.

 

[Subject 012 Masks]

Isidor Justeene Xyoz Maji Aela Cohn

The others were going about quietly within the casino, preforming their set-up for the heist undercover and as quietly as possible. They were all doing their job, now time for Mask to do his job. Their job was to get in and be quiet, but Mask had a different task. His job was to be the strong arm of the operation, dealing with security, and if things went south, he'd be the one dealing with the police.

Mask was in the security room, checking the holo-cams. He wore a crisp, clean suit, blue medical gloves, and a colorful mask on his face. Nearby, two security guards laid on the ground, dead, bleeding from knife wounds on their throats. Another security guard was tied up and gagged, prevented from moving or even calling out for help. And if they tried... well, Mask's repeating blaster sat on a counter nearby, ready to fire at a moment's notice. They wouldn't be warning anybody about any crime any time soon...

Mask watched the security system, watching as the other members of the operation continued to proceed with the heist. He watched as "Ser Mittow" entered the casino floor. "Rich Snob's on the casino floor." Mask reported over the commlink to the other members of the heist, referring to their "Mittow" as he entered the casino room floor.

"Security is light. I've... dealt with some of their guards. I have control of their security room. If you need anybody else disposed of, I'll handle it." He reported, continuing to scan over the camera feeds.

"And does anybody have eyes on our Ubese friend? Last I saw him he was pickpocketing some woman of her possessions." Mask said. What else did he expect from a band of pirates? None of them had the finesse of a professional heister like Mask, but they could at least have some decency and class...

This was what he got for working with pirates...

 

[Cass Gemini]

Spoiler: Gear and other links

Equipped: Calypso's Thunder, Harlequin sabers, Gravpack, Viper mk2 skinsuit
Ship: Midnight Kyber
NPCs: Crew of the Midnight Kyber

Spoiler: Wearing

Bottom section below flowers is detachable - extremely revealing but excellent for movement

Tags: Xyoz Maji Isidor Justeene Subject 012 Masks Aela Cohn

Cass flitted around the casino chatting to patrons and playing games, she was about breaking even at the moment but that didn't matter, she wasn't here to play, she was here to play, well she guessed technically she was, but a whole different game. She spotted Isidor across the bar, she fancied a little kiss but this wasn't the time. She had a pack detonators, hidden in a makeup brush tube and rolled in her dress, couldn't have the security scanners detect fully assembled bombs on the way in. Now she just had to get them to him.

She wandered across the room and fluttered her eyelashes at him. She walked up behind him at the bar and slid the tubs underneath the lip of the bar, as arranged, ordered her drink, she got served before him and turned to him "sorry stranger, looks like the pretty girls get served first tonight" and she walked away back to the slot machines. She watched as Isidor retrieved the detonator and went about her way.

She was frustrated now, she didn't either have her man or her explosives to play with. And her main role was done for now, she was late to the planning of this one so didn't get centre stage. She went and sat at a video terminal, casually playing video gambling games. She had told them she would mostly stay at these machines in case their security guy needed to slip her a message, she could quietly divert any unpredicted security guards, she had something hidden up her dress for that role too, something no red blooded man could resist.

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[Bolt Jetson]

Location: Canto Bight, Low Orbit
Ship: Binary Blitzer
Tags: Cass Gemini | Isidor Justeene | Subject 012 Masks | Xyoz Maji | Aela Cohn

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Bolt along with his corvette was in low orbit around the Canto Bight. Being a combat model droid it would be sort of out of place for him to be hanging around, even if he dressed up in a well fitted suit and tie it could still raise some alarm. No instead he was to help provide secondary support, especially if things turned sour. He also wanted to stay a little bit out of the limelight as he had a professional reputation to uphold as a privateer not as a pirate, and that could be ruined if some people knew of his pirate escapades.

Even now his old diplomatic-ish style corvette wouldn’t really raise as much of a concern as a get away vessel for his allies. The speedy blockade runner should work well for that. Only thing was that Bolt needed to turn on the life support systems on his ship if he was letting organics onto it. It would be rather tragic if he managed to ferry them onto his ship for them all to die from lack of air.

The droid kept his comms open as well, standing by at the ventral landing bay of his ship where his Sheathipede shuttle was on standby for rapid deployment to shoot down to the casino below as their escape vessel. If things were really dicey he could also rush in as back up with some B1s under his control as well. Bolt would radio in, "This is captain Bolt speaking, The Binary Blitzer is in position and on standby."

 

[Dispara]

Spoiler: Dis

Gah, she didn't like dressing up. Pirates didn't wear fancy clothes, that was the appeal of it, unless it was for a party on the Midnight Kyber, of course. But the half-Sephi, shaman-raised pirate witch wanted in on the loot. You got to pay to play, and her pay was dressing up. She didn't opt for a dress. In all honesty, she could not compete with Cass Gemini , who had a gorgeous dress that made her look simply edible. So Dispara went for a formal business suit. A black top under black designer jacket and skirt that reached just above her knees. She wore low black boots... there was no way in the Pit of Carcoon she was wearing heels. There were no fancy weapons stashed on her bod, just the old knife strapped high on her thigh under her skirt.

The blonde corvette captain was a bit of a wild card, which is why Dispara assumed she was relegated to a relatively secondary role. Finesse was not her thing, unless it came to manipulation of the Dark Side. So, the pointy-eared pirate witch was stationed just inside the entrance to the casino, another pair of eyes on things, and another pirate to jump in if things slid sideways. It was the first operation with newcomers to the Kraken. The Shistavanen Xyoz Maji had a plan, and spear-headed the operation. The disguise was good, but Dispara wondered if he was able to conceal his smell. Isidor Justeene was a main player too, and had Dispara's faith.

The Corellian, well that little gem was proving her worth already. Aela Cohn was wacking away at the casino's systems and overwatching like a hawk. Funny face was kill-happy, you could see it in his eyes behind those masks. Dispara wasn't sure where they got Subject 012 Masks from, but he had the smack of a real professional. And then there was the Droid. Bolt Jetson gave Dispara a bit of the creeps, being all not-a-person. But as the getaway driver who delivered them to the surface, the blonde pirate found him growing on her.

So, there Dispara stood, drink in hand, lingering at the front of the room. She wrapped a Force concealment around her to hide her little shaman secret, but not before falling in the temptation to toy with the sniveling Rodian greeter. Her delicate hand wave slightly before her as he approached her, all big-eyed and simpy. "Go punch one of the valets." She instructed him in a voice soaked with dark corruption. He hurried away to obey. Dispara giggled, then looked over to the video machines to see if Cass had caught her misbehaving.

 

[Xyoz Maji]

Everything was coming together. The other crews were in place, getting ready to pull off one of the best heists in modern times. Xyoz couldn't help but be excited. Good thing he wasn't his normal form, less his tail would've ended up a weapon from how much it would of been wagging. He was actually being a pirate! Odd thing to be excited over, but spend a couple centuries in a tomb and loose your sanity three times over and even the simplest things could be a thrill.

Or maybe he was just that simple of a person. Hard to tell, given he was only recently running through a forest like a wild animal for months.

As the elevator reached the intended destination, Xyoz was only one of two still inside. His crew split off, heading to their own tasks to prepare for the coming craziness. Plenty of things to set up and plug into. Aela Cohn was in all the systems already, if her cockiness was to be believed. As much as Xyoz just wanted to rip her apart for her arrogance, she was good. And they needed good.

Ding.

The door opened as Mittow fixed his suit. Faintly glowing orange eyes drifted to his companion, flashing a grin. "Ready to see me rob them blind with my amazing pazaak skills?" That was the other thing. Shai Maji . To his credit he was doing his absolute best not to stare at her in her dress. Another blessing of this human's form. No tail to give away what he was thinking or feeling. None the less he held out his arm for the Shistavanen to take as they entered the room. "You look wonderful, by the way."

It only took five minutes for Xyoz to loose every credit he'd robbed from the real Mittow. He blinked slowly, staring at yet another lost game as another of the players pulled in all the credits he'd lost. No, he didn't understand how to play the game. Worse, he didn't understand the value of credits, bluffing, any of it. The other players just assumed he was trying to play the buffoon to try and trick the other players into letting their guard down. If he actually knew how to play, it might've worked.

"Chit."

He tossed another of the mylock nuggets into his mouth, frowning as he chewed. Five minutes? Was that even enough time? Out of the corner of his eye he could see others talking. did they figure it out? That he was an imposter? His.. Unique brand of shape shifting could indeed fool bioscanners into thinking he was the real Mittow, but he couldn't act for the life of him. One such player stepped over, offering a kind smile.

"Ah, these things happen. Remember last year when I tried the same thing and lost big time?"

"Yeah, cou-" Xyoz was cut off as he was shot in the head. Bits of skull and grey matter splattered onto the table beside him as his form slumped to the ground. The man who'd been talking wasn't one of the players. A guard, cold blooded in putting down the imposter. None of the other players even blinked an eye. Only idiots thought they could sneak in.

"Apologies on behalf of the staff. We'll take care of this mess and make sure the one responsible for this security breach is handled appropriately. Please, make use of the other tables and continue." The Zabrak stood upright before taking a deep bow. Already other more obvious guards stepped over to remove the corpse. A corpse that had started to twitch. Confusion settled in everyone's eyes as the 'dead' Mittow fake stood up. The humanoid form shifted then, twisting and warping as what was human returned to it's true form. Xyoz idly brushed off the bits of his skull that clung to his shoulder.

His head reformed rapidly, healing what should have been a lethal shot in seconds.

"Alright, kark this." He clicked on a com, flashing a toothy grin as numerous blasters were pointed his way. "We hit em now, boys and girls."

Bolt Jetson | Isidor Justeene | Subject 012 Masks | Dispara

 

[Aela Cohn]

"Captain it appears as if the dumb one has failed." T-420 said with a smug tone. Aela had already figured that would happen and was already working on isolating response times from the law enforcement in the area. On top of that she began to siphon funding into several shell accounts out of the casino as insurance against the idea that they may well fail at robbing this casino. The Corellian had not told anyone about her secondary plan to use accounts distributed across multiple dozens of accounts to pump credits from several high rollers when things inevitably went belly up.

With a shake of her head, Aela acknowledged the droid, "I should have known that the simpleton would blow it. At least we have a plan B, tee. If we all have to call it off I can at least say we got something out of it. Plus, they have no idea how many accounts I set up, so depending on how they act about my work in the systems I can just lie through my pretty teeth about how many credits I siphoned off. Always wanted to buy a bigger ship anyways..." she said, chewing the cigar in her teeth a little anxiously. Police were in bound but she had ways of dealing with that.

Aela worked through the security systems in the casino and locked all of the security shutters down. Every exterior window and door was now covered in thick armored steel. They at least had something for if they came under heavy attack, and that was what was about to happen if the police got to the casino freely. The Corellian radioed in to her crewmen across town, "Set off the bombs. Create enough confusion and the police will have to figure out what to respond to. Remember, get out of there real quick once you set them because it won't be a small one. If my schematic readout of that warehouse is accurate then that thing is filled to the brim with volatile explosive chemicals that they use for farming or some nonsense. That thing goes off and the entire city block and probably several around it are up in smoke. That should give the people in the casino enough time to get themselves together. Remember, set it up to look like one of the rival gangs did it too and that should shake off immediate suspicion." she said, using her masterful planning to really dig this place a deep pit. If fighting against pirates in CorSec taught her anything it was that they rarely ever had a plan B, let alone plan C or D. It made her a little paranoid, but at least she had contingencies ready in the event that they ran into more trouble than they could tackle.

For a moment she relaxed, "Shall I release the gas?" the droid asked.

"Yeah, fill the guest and staff rooms. Knock 'em out. The more hostages the better. Get some of my men in there to drag out the high rollers they can get to so we can ransom them back to their families. I'm sure they'd be willing to pay top credits to get their family back after hearing that this place went up like a Life Day celebration." she said, having a moment of reflective self-awareness to acknowledge that this was in fact not piracy but grand theft. Kraken Coalition, pirates, and apparently now they were a group of heist happy bandits looking to get rich quick. Aela rolled her eyes. "They'd be lost without me..." she said to herself under breath as she diverted several response units across town under the guise that there was another major robbery in progress. They had several minutes before the first response teams arrived, but they would be a few squads short at the start now. It was up to those inside to make use of her interference.

 

[Subject 012 Masks]

Xyoz Maji Bolt Jetson Isidor Justeene Dispara Aela Cohn Cass Gemini

"We hit em now, boys and girls."

Mask sighed. Well, looked like it was time to go loud and proud. Of course the pirates would blow it... Who in their right mind put a pirate undercover as a rich snob? Of course their cover would be blown. Kriffing pirates... Now it was time to hit hard. And that was something Mask was great at.

Mask grabbed his blaster rifle, and threw open the door to the security room. He marched out onto the main casino floor, where he could see multiple blasters pointed at Xyoz Maji from multiple security guards. Karking pirate... Mask aimed down at the security guards, and opened fire, mowing down the security guards, their bodies falling to the floor as his blaster bolts killed them quickly. Once the security guards were dead, Mask raised his blaster rifle, and fired off a burst at the ceiling.

"Everyone on the ground!" Mask yelled, pointing his blaster rifle at the crowd threateningly. "All of you, get down! This is a hold-up, so GET DOWN!" Mask shouted.

The casino-goers screamed and cried, and the crowd quickly got onto the ground, shaking with fear. Mask fired another burst off into the ceiling, some of the hostages screaming. "NOBODY MAKE A SOUND!" He shouted at the crowd. "IF YOU EVEN HICCUP I'M EMPTYING A ROUND INTO YOU!" He threatened, waving his rifle back at the crowd of hostages. Another security guard tried to rush him, but Mask easily gunned him down. "ANYBODY ELSE WANNA BE A HERO?!" He asked the crowd.

Mask walked over to Xyoz, walking through the crowd of hostages hunkering on the ground. "I don't know how you blew it, but you did. All you had to do was act rich, and you somehow blew it." Mask told him. "Thankfully, you have professionals on your side. Go find the vault, figure out what type of lock system they have. I'll handle these hostages. Once you find the vault, call me, I'll set up the drill." He told the pirate.

Then, he picked up his commlink, and contacted the Corellian, Aela Cohn . She wasn't like the other pirates, Mask could tell that. She was a professional, like him. She was probably the one person here that Mask respected. "Oi, Overwatch," Mask said into the commlink, using code names to hide their identities. "You probably already know this, but Rich Snob blew it. How long do we got until the fighting starts?" He asked her.

 

[Isidor Justeene]

Location: Canto Bight - Cantonica
Ship: Blood Lightning
Tags: Xyoz Maji Bolt Jetson Dispara Aela Cohn Cass Gemini Subject 012 Masks

Before heading to the Staff Only area, he did get the detonator from the bar and gave Cass a careful nod as she passed. He will construct and stick the explosives around the basement area where the foundations are. He will not take long as Nikita, Xenia and, Rochel took the other side. They needed to get to the more important foundations as it will be here the theft will be easier. Stealing a gold statue was one thing, but a building was quite the other.

They finished their jobs and were now venturing up to the main area. Staff were soon held at gun and sword point and led into the main hall. He didn't need to slice a waitress's head off to get her to cooperate. The woman – Sophie was receptive to commands, which helped keep the other waitstaff in check. The small crew he gathered had secured the other areas too. Isidor made a very disgusted face as the ceiling chandelier was destroyed, bits of crystal raining everywhere, he wanted to steal that for himself.

Nikita was glad it wasn't intact anymore, Isidor had way too much stuff as it is and, a chandelier was pushing it to the point of being out of control. Xyoz got his head blown off, well faked it at least by the looks of it. If he told anyone, the effect and reactions wouldn't have been as genuine, good thinking for someone who didn't know what a scan was.

The Ubese took an immediate dislike to the one they call Mask, something about the man rubbed him the wrong way. But, he kept his opinions to himself as they will derail everything and become a hindrance to the raid/theft at hand. But he will be voicing his concerns a little later though.

The Waitstaff sat in a corner with two Pirates keeping an eye on them so that was out the way and, won't add to the situation. Which reminded him of one tiny detail in the plan, what are they going to do with all these people once they take the Casino into space?

<"This is all good and all but, what about them, what should we do with all these patrons?"> He asked, pointing to the hostages who looked away as they were being pointed at. He would be okay with them being cast into space, but they may prove to be useful ransom chips but it is up to the others to decide.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

<You better figure it out soon, because the movers are coming in for the haul>

- The voice of Joycelyn Zambrano crackled in on the coms.

The Ebon Shard came accompanied by a few other ships, borrowed from 'friends' of hers. Rapidly, the knife-like ship descended through the atmosphere along with a cadre of smaller ships at her tail. She did not bring fighters, but rather a rather uncommon type of scrap-hauler ship with particularly powerful tractor beams. While they were not the fastest ships in the galaxy, those little tugships were designed to haul even the most massive hunk of metal off-world.

And today, they were going to be put to the test.

One more ship had joined their operation: An imperial-designed mass freighter had been waiting for them near the spaceport under the pretext of shipping vast amounts of goods to the waiting citizens of Cantonica. They knew that if they chose to linger near Canto Bight, they would witness the theft of the century.

While the Ebon Shard and its companions were descending upon Canto Casino to collect their caper, Joycelyn was not on the bridge overseeing. Instead, she had climbed into one of the tugships. She could barely wait for it to break into breathable air before she climbed out on top of the ship, cable in one hand and rebreathers in the other

She had in mind to sweep in and impress a certain Sephi.

<Eyes on the prize! Remember, don't break the goods and don't call down trouble you can't handle.>

They had fighters on hand in case the going got hairy, but that would only be enough to fend off local authorities. Even now, local anti-air was likely being manned. If this caper did not go smoothly, then they would be in for a lot worse.

<I'd rather not call a whole navy down on us just yet.>

Xyoz Maji Isidor Justeene Cass Gemini Shai Maji Bolt Jetson Aela Cohn Dispara Subject 012 Masks

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[Shai Maji]

The last thing Shai would have expected to do was to actually shove her scarred, cybernetic ass into a dress, of all things, to literally steal an entire casino and fly off with it. Her armour and weapons were all on Xyoz’s ship. It was quite frankly her in a dress and that was it. But she didn’t need weapons. Just like the Zambrano schutta had the Force, Shai had her own tricks for when things went south. She hoped they went south enough for her to get some “friendly fire” on the giant shabuir with this job. She didn’t care about the rest all that much. Isidor seemed uptight and Dispara was steadily climbing on the list of people to either flirt with or push buttons. The more she thought about it, Xyoz and Cass were the only ones she got along with... luckily being a pirate didn’t mean making friends.

”Where the hell did you learn to play pasaak?” Shai spoke up as she studied Xyoz. His current form was ridiculous... and with her on his arm, it didn’t help things one bit. The lines in her arms, the scarring on the synth-skin along her arms, along her back, nothing about her looked good in a dress. Still, his compliment brought a chuckle from her as she walked with him. ”Keep talkin’ like that and I might actually stick you for some hot chocolate and a movie tonight.” She teased.

Reaching the tables, Shai stood away and watched him utterly fail to impress her with his pazaak skills. Her expectations were low but holy kriff. And then his head was blown off... she couldn’t stop the snicker that escaped her. Idly she watched the Zabrak make his announcement while Xyoz healed up and morphed into his more pleasing form. ”Karkin’ finally.” She muttered as Xyoz gave the order. Her one hand opened up and a blaster barrel extended, while another’s Beskar claws extended a bit more. Her barrel trained on the Zabrak, but just as her bolt smashed against his head, another joined in and mowed down the other security guards.

She calmly walked over to Xyoz as her hands changed back to normal, a smug grin adorning his features. ”Skug must be real green.” She quipped, knowing her tone was loud enough for Mask to hear. ”Come on, let’s go get that stash. I doubt we’ll need a drill.” She commented, giving Xyoz a gentle nudge.

Comms chimed in as the others reported on their progress. ”Copy that, Joyce. And uh... can you do me a favour and go fly into a star? Thanks.” She answered back, her voice thick with sarcasm. Her attention turned to Isidor as he entered the area with his crew. ”Can load ‘em up and see who is useful.” She suggested on a more serious note, unknowingly voicing his own thoughts on them.

Her attention turned back to Xyoz. ”Alright let’s find that safe.” She spoke as she walked beside him, her metallic feet clanking away once they got off the soft and expensive mats.

Cass Gemini Dispara Joycelyn Zambrano Aela Cohn Isidor Justeene Subject 012 Masks Bolt Jetson

 

[Cass Gemini]

Spoiler: Gear and other links

Equipped: Calypso's Thunder, Harlequin sabers, Gravpack, Viper mk2 skinsuit
Ship: Midnight Kyber
NPCs: Crew of the Midnight Kyber

Spoiler: Wearing

Bottom section below flowers is detachable - extremely revealing but excellent for movement

Tags: Xyoz Maji Isidor Justeene Subject 012 Masks Aela Cohn Shai Maji Dispara

Cass watched as Dispara walked into the room, she didn't dress up as usual but that girl seriously didn't get how hot she was, Cass was sexy through choice, Dis was sexy all the time. She smiled at her as she saw her put some mind trick on the rodian greeter and send him off to screw with the valets. She was enjoying herself, might not be the best plan to be acting up before discovery but she couldn't blame her. A loud noise from the machine almost made her jump as she hit a jackpot, nice.

She watched Dispara for a bit longer, wondering what was happening with the rest of the team, she felt the eyes of a man on her and turned to him. "may I help?" he quickly shuffled off and left her alone, that was a shame, he was actually cute.

There was a loud bang, followed by some commotion and Subject 012 Masks in the main room started shouting and opening fire. "Kark!" shouted Cass as she stood up and fired her gun into the air. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is obviously a heist, you all lie down on the floor and you get to life." most of the people started slowly crouching down. "I'd move quicker than that if I were you, I wont be in a good mood if I have to rip the bottom half of my dress off to fight you, the dress is expensive and," with a wink to Dispara "I cant remember if I put underwear on this morning!"

People dropped quickly, a guard closed on her quickly with a crackling stun baton, trying to knock her gun out of her hand, she spun and ignited her saber right through him, there were gasps as the crimson blade appeared through his back. "I did not want to do that, now everybody stay on the ground," she pointed her blade at the barkeep "except you, you bring me a cocktail, something with cinnamon. Don't try any tricks, make it a tall drink so I can share it with you"

"Team, this is Gemini, the bar room is secure, got a guard playing hero but he is napping now. What's the plan next?"

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[Dispara]

Spoiler: Dis

Things were starting to happen. Whether according to plan or not, Dispara wasn't sure. But she was grateful something was happening, so they could get on with the main event. Stealing a karkin' building. It was a perfectly dreadful idea, and she loved it. So ballsy, so preposterous, it smacked of crazy brilliance. Well, brilliance if they could get the place off the ground. Damn foolish if it didn't work.

The comms cracked and that husky feminine voice, so commanding, announced the arrival of Joycelyn. It seemed that hunky Zambrano girl was able to gather her fleet of tractor tugs and other haulers to snatch them and the casino away. A smile touched Dispara's lips, looking forward to seeing that juggernaut of an Epicanthix hybrid once they pull off this epic job.

Still unsure of what was going on with Xyoz, the pirate witch had faith in their new convert, Shai. A damn good bounty hunter, she seemed to have her wits about her, and just enough 'don't-care' to earn some admiration. Although she was Shistavanen, the spotted-furred smartass wasn't all organic. It didn't matter to Dispara, there was still a gritty appeal about her.

Blaster fire rang out, and Cass's voice lifted over the sound of panic. She captured the patron's attention in her charismatic grasp, and emphasized the seriousness of the situation when her saber ignited through a froggy guard. Two more began to move from the entrance, where Dispara had been keeping an eye on them. A raised hand met them, and with a wicked smile, Dispara filled each guard's mind with their most terrifying fear. Each screamed out and fell to their knees, clutching and clawing at themselves. The impish half-Sephi relieved them of their weapons.

Then, a dark, shadowy vapor appeared in the Force shaman's right palm, stretching out above and below her hand to materialize into a wicked spear, as black as the deepest void.

"I'd listen to the lady, as much as I think we'd all like to see what's under that dress, you won't be breathing long enough to appreciate it." Dispara quipped from her position. "Everyone relax, hands where we can see them. Wrap them around a drink and enjoy the ride." She added with a wink at Cass.

Cass Gemini Isidor Justeene Joycelyn Zambrano Shai Maji Xyoz Maji Aela Cohn Subject 012 Masks Bolt Jetson

 

[Bolt Jetson]

Location: Canto Bight, Low Orbit
Ship: Binary Blitzer
Tags: Dispara | Cass Gemini | Shai Maji | Joycelyn Zambrano | Isidor Justeene | Subject 012 Masks | Aela Cohn | Xyoz Maji

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Bolt sat leaning back in a chair in the main communications room of his vessel. Listening carefully to what his comrades were up to as well as listening in on the authorities radio chatter. The droid felt a little disappointed in those who were planet side so quickly needing to resort to plan B. He wasn’t previously aware of bombs to be used as a distraction. Being heisters was one thing, but they had already taken some lives from the sound of things, which wasn’t great, but bombs? Bolt couldn’t let his name be tired with perceived terrorism.

Things had just started and it was getting very dicey, it was one thing if his organic partners were caught, it was another thing if he was. Bolt was certain that if he was caught he wouldn’t be imprisoned, he would be scrapped so the risk of capture for him and his crew was arguably far greater than the rest. Getting up from his seat, Bolt headed over to a computer terminal to start his very own plan C and D separate from the rest of the group. He felt like a fool for not doing this sooner, but it was better to be late than never.

Using the ship’s computers he began to upload a copy of his own personality matrix. It would take a little while for it to complete so he kept listening to the comms before speaking through them. <“Captain Bolt speaking, don’t hesitate to say the word, I can send in armed droid rescue to your alls position. Don’t try and spend a second there longer than you need to.”> His logical programming made him wonder if the mission was already a bust and if so then what that meant. Bolt feared that he was in a rock and a hard place, on one hand he could look into ditching the rest and possibly even selling them out. On the other hand that would be diplomatic suicide for the Coalition after getting into some of their good graces, and if he was worried about the law possibly catching up to him, he was certain pirates with revenge on the mind could be a lot worse. So Bolt scrapped the idea of double crossing his fellow comrades for now.

Soon after he finished talking though the comms he saw that his upload was complete right after the computer shot out a little data chip that was a carbon copy of his personality Matrix. It was always a strange feeling to hold your essence, and everything you are in the palm of your hand. Looking over he saw one of his droid crew who didn’t seem busy. They were an old B1 officer droid. “You, I need you on comms, keep me informed on what’s going on. I got something to take care of.” He ordered his droid crewmate.

“Roger Roger” They replied before Bolt headed away from the communications room and into the lower decks of his corvette where some of the escape pods were. There performing some routine maintenance was an unassuming astromech droid. Walking up behind them Bolt tapped it on it’s rotating head to get their attention.

“Alright, I have an important task for you. Top-secret, you got that?” After speaking the astromech chirped a reply. “Okay, here, I’ll leave you with a backup copy of myself, as well as the location of my secret stash of other BX droid bodies. If things go really south, such as the ship being boarded or destroyed, I need you to hop on one of these escape pods and reactivate a stored droid body for me.” The droid beeps and whistles some, worried at the notion of losing their crew and captain. “Oh well that’s only if things go really bad, this is just my contingency plan, I’ll do everything I can to keep that from happening.” With that said the astromech beeped some more and with one of it’s little mandible arms saluted Bolt. “I’ll give you the order if I think things go poorly.”

With that taken care of Bolt would begin preparing himself for action, getting some of his gear ready for if he felt he needed to go planet side with the rest of the rescue on standby.

 

[Xyoz Maji]

Everything went right to violence. Xyoz grinned wide, readjusting his suit. Well, he hated the suit, but he might as well wear it comfortably for the time being. A safe though? The Shistavanen glanced to Subject 012 Masks with a raised brow. "Do you not know why we're here? .. Oh, right. You're just hired muscle. Pick out the ones that seem valuable and send the rest on their way." He waved dismissively to the thug as he turned his attention to someone who mattered more. Then again, Shai Maji mattered more than literally anyone else to the simple minded pirate.

"We can worry about the safe later, and whatever else is valuable here. Tefehr, my good man, bring em up." The elevator roared to life before the doors opened wide. The Wookie and others of Xyoz's crew stood in full space suits. The kind meant for excursions into space. Literally into space. Behind them, various racks with more of these suits. They spread out quickly, grabbing some of the VIPs to start getting them in the suit under threat of death.

"Isidor, you masked.. Thing you! Start getting those explosives er.. Explodering. .. Exploding? Bah, I hate basic." He grumbled into the com as he spoke to Isidor Justeene directly, though in reality he was on the open com. Talking to everyone.

Cops included.

"N' the rest of ya who's names I dunno yet get ready! We're about to bring a new meaning to bringing down the house. .. Well up the hou- Y'know what just blow the damn foundation and lets get."

Cass Gemini | Aela Cohn | Bolt Jetson | Joycelyn Zambrano

 

[Aela Cohn]

Aela sat there waiting for the explosion to go off when she received a call from the small squad she had assigned the job, "Cap, we can't blow this place. It's full of people. They got their whole staff here offloading something big."

The Corellian sat there for only a short while, "Alright, plan D. Get out of there with the explosives and get them back to the ship. This contingency is a wash. I'm not going to blow warehouse workers sky high because our special boy botched a game of pazaak. Rendezvous with the escape group and wait for the hostages."

This was where things got a little heated for sure. She received a call from one of the people in the casino itself asking about response times. Head on a swivel she answered back pretty quickly, "Whoever you are you have about...fifteen minutes give or take. Some of them are being diverted to a false emergency call that I flagged in the system but the heavies are coming at you. They are mobilizing their hazardous response teams, expect the fight to be...well, loud." she said with a tone of annoyance. Plans always failed, but she had one contingency fail and now she had to move on toward another one. Unfortunately there was not another one formulated prior to this so now she was operating on the fly.

Aela turned back to the systems. There were several options but she was pondering them all. She had been put on her back foot and that really bothered her more than it should have. The hostage teams had begun to move in and take the rich folk out to be held ransom. If anything this would be a success. Her confidence in the whole job itself was low, but she knew she was at least capable of managing her own affairs. That was when she had a brilliant idea. She patched her way into the intercom system of the casino and spoke to the patrons, "Hello there, this is your captain speaking. If you would be so kind as to load yourselves up single file and gather at the front of the building we have people waiting there that will escort you to safety. They will take you onto my ship and from there we will return you to your homes. Your credits are insured, we just want the casino." she said, knowing that her crew could guide them at least marginally safely and with at least a little politeness. Of course this was the ruse she wanted to create and this would create a lot of hostages for a lot of bargaining potential.

"Special boy, by the way, nice job acting. You could really land a big time role as a tree in the background of a nature documentary on Tatooine." she said, knowing immediately that the joke would go over his head. There were no trees on Tatooine. At least she could appreciate her genius humor. "So for the record I'd like you all to know that your success here is now entirely dependent on you. I've done my part and there's not much more I can do. You better get your motors running if you want to get this off without more hitches than there already have been." Aela continued, "Oh, and by the way they're bringing in the big guns for some reason. You'd think they'd know that places like this were insured for more than their entire department makes but go figure. Law enforcement always has something to prove I guess. Expect heavy resistance within the hour...sooner to about...well, now." she said as the map she had been watching indicated that the first response teams had arrived. "Good luck."

 

[Subject 012 Masks]

Xyoz Maji Bolt Jetson Isidor Justeene Dispara Aela Cohn Cass Gemini Joycelyn Zambrano Shai Maji

Mask continued aiming his blaster at the hostages, keeping the hostages from moving. If one of them even sneezed, he'd open fire. This wasn't his first hostage situation.

"Do you not know why we're here? .. Oh, right. You're just hired muscle. Pick out the ones that seem valuable and send the rest on their way."

"I know why we're here, pirate. I'm just trying to get away from your awful smell. Ever heard of soap, pretty boy?" Mask asked him tauntingly.

”Skug must be real green.”

For the most part, Mask ignored her. He knew better than to continue to egg on people as stubborn as them. Karkin' pirates had the collective IQ of a Bantha... Well, there was no turning back from this point. Mask would see this mission succeed, one way or another.

"I cant remember if I put underwear on this morning!"

"I'd listen to the lady, as much as I think we'd all like to see what's under that dress, you won't be breathing long enough to appreciate it."

Don't try any tricks, make it a tall drink so I can share it with you"

Mask turned to them. Even though his face couldn't be seen, he was clearly confused and horrified by what he just heard. What the hell was wrong with these pirates? Could they concentrate on anything and be serious for five seconds? "Oi! Stop flirting with the hostages! It makes us look bad! Can you at least try to act professional?" He yelled at them. God... he was going to have an aneurysm...

"Whoever you are you have about...fifteen minutes give or take. Some of them are being diverted to a false emergency call that I flagged in the system but the heavies are coming at you. They are mobilizing their hazardous response teams, expect the fight to be...well, loud."

"Copy that," Mask replied. "And good, I like a good fight anyway. I'll make sure their attempts fail here on the ground."

<"This is all good and all but, what about them, what should we do with all these patrons?">

"Use em' as human shields, obviously! They won't dare to send in a large force with hostages at stake." He replied. He walked over to a group of hostages. Then, out of his duffel bag, he pulled out multiple explosive devices. Grabbing each hostage, one-by-one, he placed the explosive charges on the hostages, latching it onto them.

"Besides, once they do get here... I've got a couple of surprises for them. You guys ever heard of "Spot the Criminal?" He asked.

Well today sure was going great.

 

[Isidor Justeene]

Location: Canto Bight - Cantonica
Ship: Blood Lightning
Tags: Xyoz Maji Bolt Jetson Dispara Aela Cohn Cass Gemini Subject 012 Masks Joycelyn Zambrano Shai Maji

Isidor for his part whirled around, fist clenched, and his jaw set. Eyes glinting under his helmet. <"Do not yell at Cass or Dispara, don't you dare!"> He spat no questions about it, he hated this guy. Such an arrogant Human, worse yelled at two of his close friends they were professionals, they work like this quirks and all.

He realised he can ill afford to come to blows with Mask as blasters hurt and could make the dysfunction worse so he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and, regain focus. The priority first is to make sure the Casino is freed from its foundations and will be easy to remove.

<"Using Hostages as shields is not part of the plan, the plan was to take the building."> Isidor chided, sure he took hostages himself on occasion but let them go intact and alive as it's never necessary to kill them which opens up another mess storm of angry relatives after you.

It's going sideways and inside out, in a slow-motion kind of way, at least to him it did. He gave them a nod and pressed the button on the detonator that will blow up all the support beams under the Casino. The shockwaves rattled the light fixtures and scattered betting tokens on the floor. Some of the hostages were so afraid they clung to the carpeting, nails buckling from the terrifying grip that they had on the plush fabric. But when the Law Enforcement comes, they better be ready and with a plan to get out with no casualties if possible.

Or with him keeping his temper in check, that's always an easy thing to do up until now.