Hostile Corporate Warfare. (Nova-Valhalla Federation/Open)

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Cyrus Falcor"]

Ember's shuttle followed the captured ship at a low altitude and a distance, only closing in once Falcor pulled his ejection stunt. On external sensors, Ember got a few seconds' clean footage of the dude, and a little bitty lightbulb went off above his head. There'd been a...a mass bounty? Something like that. Mass bounty posted by the Black Suns, or on the Black Suns-

As Falcor rappelled and entered the building, Ember set down his ship between some nearby skyscrapers and ran through the bounty database that he kept as up-to-date as he could manage. The footage matched, as near as he could figure out, the image on that recently posted bounty. He double-checked that he had the footage and the comms intercepts backed up in his helmet and ship both, then disembarked and loped into the building after Falcor and the NVF assault force.

***

In the meantime, the assistant droid on his shuttle contacted [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] regarding the bounty, an encrypted message.

Contacting on behalf of Field Marshal Ember Rekali. In lieu of battle droid support, requesting 10,000cr for immediate delivery of a confirmed name on this bounty. Proof will be supplied in the form of holocam recordings and comm intercepts.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Meanken"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"]

Location: Palace
Objective: Kill everything!

The warhammer swung again in a mighty blow. Two guards were caught in its path and their bodies bone structures collapsed with a sickening crunch and then they were thrown through the air by the force of the hit and into a far wall. Rc pressed the advantage leaping over a railing and heading straight for the staircase that led to the throne room.

The NVF mercenaries had engaged the enemy with full force now. Slugs and blaster bolts zig zagged across the room, smoke filled their nostrils with an acrid smell. Screams and the sounds of flesh exploding filled the room.

RC could not be stopped. In a mad rage he charged the stairs headed straight up as a group of black armoured mercs followed him

"To Valhalla men!"

BOOM

The second set of doors opened and he stood in the doorway wreathed in smoke and glowing bright green. The crimson blood of his foes flecked his armor and adorned the head of the mighty warhammer. The green photreceptors of his helmet bore down with an intense gaze at the royal family as they cowered behind the throne chair.

"Your time in at an end!"

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

A message shot itself through the CryptNet, nestling itself in the inbox of one Lysle Rigger. The message was a representative of Field Marshal Ember Rekali. Lysle deemed it an acceptable trade off upon reading the message, and sent simply, 'confirmed.'

[member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

Ember's assistant droid received confirmation of payment and, in turn, sent a full package of comms intercepts and holocam footage depicting the heretofore unnamed Black Sun terrorist in the act of escaping the mass murder of the Morellian Senate. The name attached was Cyrus Falcor.