Faction Grand Theft Casino [Krakens - Open To All]

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Xyoz Maji Shai Maji Dispara Cass Gemini Isidor Justeene Subject 012 Masks Bolt Jetson
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Joycelyn would have rubbed her eyebrows if she wasn't on top of a ship, holding on to a cable for her dear life. It had become apparent that some of those present had less than fully understood the plan, and others had simply screwed up. In the end, it would not matter much. the Sith and her cadre of tugboats were already spreading to surround the casino in time for Isidor's detonaton.

The vahlacanthix switched her channel to speak directly to her ship as the air began to buzz with local law enforcement.

"We are going to need some fighter support" "I don't want a bloodbath, but we need them off our tail if they follow. These scrappers don't have much in the way of shields." "A flyby should scare them off."

Quickly, she switched to the group's com and leaned out over the side of the ship, pulling the cable taught. She could hear Isidor's detonations, and saw the dust rise where the ground shook. The building itself groaned and complained under its own weight as it threatened to collapse.

"Beginning extraction, engage projectors."

The tugships put up their gravity projectors and stopped the building's threats of collapse short. Joycelyn herself jumped off the side of the ship and rappelled down into the casino. With quick steps, she pushed her way inside, yellow eyes glancing over the situation as she did.

"Right, toss out whoever we don't need and bring the rest to the centre of the casino. We'll shut them in with the security doors until we have this rock in the sky." Her eyes shot to Xyos and Shai "Unless you would rather burn in with this mess."

Joycelyn did not care who had been in command up to this point; the amount of chaos that had transpired made her seize control, and she was no stranger to telling people what to do. That much was apparent at a glance and by the tone of her voice. The whole situation reeked of poor command structure, and that was one thing with which the former Lieutenant General could not abide.

"If you have grievances, issue a challenge later." "The law is coming, but we won't be here when they arrive. Let's go!"

With orders given, she turned to Dispara with a quick smirk, but she did not lower the com. She could feel Isidor's anger and the tensions brewing between members of the crew. While this would normally be something she would encourage in individuals, the moment called for cohesion.

"Isidor, where are you? Make sure you don't get left behind, it's take-off."

With another click on her coms, she sent the signal to the tugships to begin lifting, and for the containment sphere vessel to descend to meet them. The Ebon Shard sent out fighters to intercept any local aircrafts that tried to stop them. They had orders not to kill unless necessary, an unusual order from her, but one they complied with none the less.

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[Dispara]

Things were fraying as there were contradicting ideas on what to do with patrons. Aela's announcement had them looking hopefully at the entrance, but the killjoy Mask's threat to keep them as hostages, and his gun-waving, made the crowd's hesitant to move. So... they just hovered. There was no more time to debate, Aela had said the law was on the way with big guns, which meant big messes.

The word was given, and Isidor's detonators were triggered. An earth-shattering series of explosions rippled along the foundation of the casino, and only the guns of the trigger happy Mask and the menacing, if not so dour, pirates kept those patrons still with them from panicking further. Joyceyn's voice crackled over the comms, her tone commanding and irked. The building, which was creaking and groaning with its own trauma, still complained but did not threaten to collapse with the aid of the tug's field projectors.

Soon, the towering, armored vahlacanthix strode into the room barking orders. The former Sith commander would be the closer. At the giant's smirk, Dispara reflected the dashing, wry grin and fell into step by Joycelyn's side, void-black Darkshear spear still in hand. What came next was the most challenging and critical part of the plan, lifting the building and making off. Rather elaborate plans had been made to steal the entire building. If they succeeded it would be a boon to the Kraken's reputation, though the true payoff in credits was still an unknown.

Sure, there were some minor details overlooked, like what to do with dozens of sentients having a fine day at the casino, but as for the rough go of the mission so far, Dispara could explain it easily enough. They were a new crew. While she, Cass and Isidor had worked together before, the others were know by reputation only, or not really at all. The fact that they had made it that far without yet knowing how each other ticked, their talents, strengths and even weaknesses, said something, in spite of the grumblings and missteps. Her opinion of that might change if they all ended up dead.

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

"Oi! Stop flirting with the hostages! It makes us look bad! Can you at least try to act professional?"

"Oh, dear, you think this is flirting?" And she laughed at Subject 012 Masks comment "if you are jealous I can get to you later." Almost on queue there was a call of "quick! While she is arguing!" And two men, one in a guards uniform rushed her, without breaking stride cass put a round in the forehead of the first and as the second ploughed towards her, she took a step and gutted him with her light saber.

A third man was opening fire from where the charge had coming from and she blocked the shots with her blade and slowly crossed the room towards him. "You see, some people like their guns to relax," and she blocked another shot, "some people like to go on the job high" an third shot blocked and she finally reached the man and removed his gun hand with a flick of her blade. "I on the other hand like sex, it relaxes me, it makes me happy and let's me do this." She kissed the injured gunman hard on the lips before cutting his throat with her blade.

"So one last time everyone, do as we say, or you will die, that is your options." And she beckoned toward Joycelyn Zambrano who was shepherding people into a secure area as instructed. Her ear pinged as Pix came through, she was evav and air support, the authorities had despatched a squadron of armed swoops towards their location, they would be dangerous too the Unarmed tractor ships but to her Sciss FIghters they would be easy pickings.

"Joy! Tell your ships my fighters are coming in hard and fast, they will keep them covered, try not to let your pilots get spooked." Her words were underscored as the casino, now high in the air, lurched to one side as a building broke away and its centre of gravity shifted.

She radioed to Isidor Justeene "you doing OK? Going to have Pix scoop me up before we leave atmosphere? You coming?"

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[Isidor Justeene]

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

Out of the corner of his eye, Isidor noticed one of the waiters trying to run for it, because his temper had frayed, his tolerance had been lowered to the point of not caring about the Patrons. He hit the waiter to the ground with a carefully aimed elbow to the face and the muffled crackle of a broken nose was louder than usual. Blood got all over the marble side tiling.

<"Move or try to flee and I'll do more than break noses."> He snarled, diplomacy very much out the window at this point. tempers have frayed.

A Guard ran at him and had ended up with a sword buried into his chest for his troubles, Isidor for his efforts resisted the urge to gut the poor Human right then and there. Why do they act so recklessly? The Ubese didn't care, because if they do it again their insides will be on the floor.

Fortunately, the hostages/Patrons were scared enough to be herded into the designated area with no further hassle. Which allowed more space to proceed without any more stress. Thankfully, the Zambrano arrived to take charge before fists flew because it was going to go pretty much sideways like a building on Nal Hutta.

The lurching of the building nearly sent him pitching to the floor, he remained balanced regardless. He smirked as Cass stood her ground no one speaks to Cass like that. Her bold and independent personality was one of the things he loves about her. He loves every single part of her.

As soon as the Tugs got into position and the plan is entering phase two, the hoisting. This will attract attention alright and considering the law enforcement is on their way the Evening Holo-News will latch onto the story faster than a mosquito can attach to an unfortunate Duros because they wanted to bite said Duros.

But that thought had to wait, as everything was progressing and soon they would have pulled the biggest Pirating job the galaxy has ever seen. They were the ones ballsy enough to do the impossible. They showed that they can do the impossible.

Through all this, he got a welcomed voice over his comm. Cass's voice made him smile for the first time during this escapade. He gladly accepted Cass's offer on the spot.

<"You bet,"> He answers in confirmation. <"I would like that thank you.">

 

[Aela Cohn]

A sudden crack and a hot wash of blood snapped Aela out of her celebratory walk to her escape shuttle. The crewmen waiting all stood and watched as several more were put into her before they turned and took off back to the corvette-class ship they had called home. It was wordless, and only once the pain hit her did she realize what had happened fully. She had been shot by her own crew and left for dead. With all the chaos going on in the city now it was the perfect cover for them to commit this apparent mutiny. This was something for which she had no contingency.

As she lay on the cold pavement staring at the shuttle that was leaving the planet, she cursed herself for letting this happen. There was some resentment when she announced they were joining a coalition. Apparently that resentment had boiled over at some point while she was gone and they took it upon themselves to go rogue in defiance to both her order and the coalition's rule. Aela coughed blood, spitting it out to the side as she rolled over and pushed herself off of the ground. This was just like the Liberation of Gut Treta. Shot, left, and bleeding. This is why she had bloodstripes in the first place, but now she was in a lot more danger of death than ever before.

Blurred vision and ringing ears caused her hands to fumble around on her belt looking for a stimulant to keep her upright so she could stumble toward the casino itself. It had not taken off yet and it might be her only hope of salvation. It was only a dozen seconds or so, but it felt like she was moving in slow motion as she jabbed the needle into her neck. With stumbling steps she started the hardest walk of her life.

Handprints of blood marked her turns down every corridor and road. A trail left behind eased the tracking if anyone had it in them to follow her. Several sirens flew overhead and off into the distance. Her distractions worked at least, that was useful to know. Too bad they were too busy responding to real problems. A moment in time hit where she rest herself against a wall and slid down to be seated. She looked around with somewhat more focused vision to note where she was and pushed herself back upright. The stim she used had done what it needed to do though, and kept her conscious.

Aela had worked the hardest she had ever worked in ages just walking. But there she was, at the casino right as it was lifting off. The will to live was at war with the pain and blood loss that was pushing her toward the edge of oblivion. She used an open communicator, and this time her voice was much weaker and less herself than ever as she rolled onto the floor of the casino and crawled her way toward the gambling floor. Once she reached the doorway she pushed herself up the wall and stood there leaning on her left shoulder to call out to the rest of the pirates that were in the casino, "I've got some bad news." she said before she hit the ground with a violent thump and faded in and out of consciousness.

 

[Xyoz Maji]

Holy chit that was actually a better idea.

Xyoz paused midway through pulling on his space suit rated perfectly for the vacuum he was expecting to end up in. Yet Joycelyn Zambrano clearly thought more about what they could actually do. Without the stuffy suit! He practically laughed as he tossed the lumbering clothing aside. "That's the fuckin' best! All of ya'll, into the room the tall lady said to go to. I dunno where it is, but if ya don't go there you'll get to see what happens when you go soaring through the atmosphere."

That was enough of a threat for the people to get moving. His crew included. His wookie first mate just chuckled as they gathered up the valuable folks to usher deep within. All was going pretty good. Then he smelled blood. He wasn't the brightest, especially when it came to modern technology, but scents were something he was good at. Especially the smell of blood. Given that was how he kept himself alive and not a feral animal, it made sense.

So Aela Cohn 's bleeding out form? He could smell it the moment she approached the casino. His lips pulled to a frown. Should he care? She was annoying, to say the least. And she certainly wasn't part of his crew. He grumbled softly, glancing towards Shai Maji . Then sighed.

He was out of the room before most would even notice. Casually he'd crouch beside the Corellion, looking over her wounds. How many times had she been shot exactly? "Looks like your big mouth finally got you in trouble." The Sangnir raised a hand, casually slitting his palm with a claw. Letting his own blood flow freely. It was hella odd to anyone else, but his blood could heal. His blood could make people immortal.

Not that he was going to make her immortal. Just enough so she wouldn't bleed out and die. "Drink or die, I don't care. Just don't say I didn't try to help."