Invoking the Tides of Chaos

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: TAANAB, DEAD MAN'S DRINK, 10 km FROM TARGET
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO
CURRENT MOOD: GRIM

The Dead Man's Drink. Not the most welcoming cantina on Taanab, as it's reputation for danger and scum was well earned. It was tucked in a shady corner of town, the bright neon sign advertising preaching on it's behalf. Inside, one could sense the criminal activity. Smugglers, pirates, and thieves of every kind took to drinking here. In the corner, a large Herglic in hulking battle armor held a clear glass of liquid, surveying his surroundings.

Ghorua the Shark sipped his water tentatively, watching the cantina with aversion. He'd sent out a message on an encrypted channel, something his parents would have called a "Chaos Line". It hopefully wouldn't attract unwanted attention before it was too late. The vagabonds, the tricksters, and the Bounty Hunters passing through would receive this message.

//1101010101000101010101110100011010100//
//INITIATING CHAOS LINE//
//Hello there, fellow troublemaker! If you are receiving this message, it means you know how to blow things up. Well, I might have a proposition for you, if you aren't too busy. Come on down to the Dead Man's Drink, and look for the big guy, if you're interested.//
//END TRANSMISSION//

Despite the almost maniacal cheerfulness of the message, Ghorua felt anything but maniacal cheer. His Bounty Hunting career had gone stagnant, due to a small bounty of a million credits being placed on his thick skull, and ever since he had gotten it removed, he'd been looking for his next score. After a week's worth of research, he had found it.

Nearly ten kilometers away, a Republic Military training outpost resided. Since the war hadn't affected Taanab in some time, Ghorua had figured their defenses would be substantially more lax. Easy picking, considering the One Sith have a 7,500,000cr bounty on all Republic Outposts. Obviously, this wouldn't be an easy challenge, but that was why Ghorua was asking the scum of the galaxy to help.

- [member="Atin Vendet"] - [member="Ahogo Skuji"]-

 

[NightSister]

Azalyn pulled the hood of her cloak further over her head and walked into the cantina. She ordered a glass of Corellian wine and sat at a table, scanning the noisy pub for the 'big guy'.
It didn't take her long to find him - finely tuned instincts meant she could spot her target a mile away. She strode over to where he sat. "I hear you want to blow something up," she said in a low voice. "You've found your woman. What's the deal?"

 

[Michael Byrnwulf]

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Azalyn Falconer"]

Michael stepped into the cantina and almost immediately saw the Herglic sitting in the corner. He moved over to the bounty hunter and sat down opposite him "You called?"

 

[Maximillian Price]

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

Ahogo walked over to the Herglic. He had two bodyguards next to him, armed with EE-3 Carbine Rifles and swords on their backs. He asked the big guy, "Hey there, I heard you got some work? Yeah, well I'm the leader of the Ronin, and I'd be willing to assist you." He signaled to one of his guards to purchase him some Serenno Champagne. "If you want, I'll get you a drink, it's on me."

 

[Atin Vendet]

[member="Ghorua the Shark"][member="Michael Byrnwulf"][member="Ahogo Skuji"] [member="Azalyn Falconer"]]]

The Mandalorian followed the posting, and was horrendously surprised at how literal 'big guy' meant. Atin pushed his way through the crowd, and plopped down at an empty seat at the table, looking at the other occupants.

"This is the right spot? I didn't just horribly offend some foreign culture or anything, right?", he asks with a tilt of his helmet, to show intent. The man places his hands on the table, and fiddles with his thumbs. He looked over the individuals assembled, and tapped the droid on his shoulder. "Oi, Deezee, look at our new friends!", he says happily to the droid, as it's central red light clicked on. A few deep, chortled tones, return some form of communication. The small probe droid floated behind his shoulder, turning in the opposite direction, and providing a helmet feed in case any un natural surprises lurked in store, or this was a trap. One fellow, with tanned skin, brown hair, and mechanical tools caught his attention.

"Oh thank ha'rangir. I'm never good with that stuff.", he remarks, before focusing his gaze on [member="Azalyn Falconer"] . "Black robes. Hush Hush type maybe?", he asks. The man turns his attention to [member="Ahogo Skuji"] , any holonet records bringing up some unsavory qualities. His hand rested on his leg holstered pistol, under the table. "Wanted men as well. No problems here. I'm no bounty hunter. We'll be fast pals.", he remarks, before turning his attention to the largest person at the table. "And then there's you...I'd not tangle with you up close.", he says flatly, scooting his chair a small scoot away. He removes his helmet, clipping it to his belt. "Atin Vendet, Resident Talker. Every team needs one.", he says, introducing himself with a forced smile. If one was perceptive, his pale blue eyes regarded the team with suspicion, despite his voice saying otherwise. He sat back, to listen to his new compatriots introduce themselves, remark back, or remain silent.

 

[NightSister]

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Michael Byrnwulf"] [member="Ahogo Skuji"] [member="Atin Vendet"]

Azalyn regards the new addition to the table carefully. "You're certainly a talker," she remarked. "Azalyn Falconer, black market worker. Hush hush type is correct, but I prefer Azalyn."

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua looked between the small gathering in front of him with an expression of veiled awe. It hadn't taken long to gather this group of vandals, but to be fair, this part of town was kinda shady.

The first to walk in was a small woman. She seemed eager to explode something. In time, he thought. The next was a slight man, with technical wiring and plenty of computer-y things about him. If the Herglic had to guess, he was a mechanic, or a slicer. Either way, he would be useful. The third was a man with slanted eyes, flanked by guards. Ghorua was a bit nervous at first. If this guy was Republic... But no. He turned out to be from the Ronins. Ghorua had heard of the criminal organization, and was eager to have them on his side. The job may require expendable men, and no man was more expendable than a gangster grunt. Ghorua politely turned down the drink offer. No use getting hammered before a big job like this. The fourth Ghorua could easily identify as a Mandalorian. He talked. A lot. Despite what some people thought, Ghorua didn't find the man annoying. In a strange way, every group needed a talker. It all depended on what they would talk about.

Ghorua turned first to... Azalyn, was it? "Well, Azalyn, I'll lay out the job description in a few minutes. More scumbags like us may show up, and I'd rather not repeat myself."

The ten-foot-tall Herglic glanced around the table to the others, a dangerous smile plastered to his face. His sharp, shark-like teeth made the visage even more treacherous. "I bet you're wondering why I've gathered you all here today... Well, we're blowing up a big target, something that'll make all of our purses a bit heavier. I suppose formalities are in order." Ghorua did a little mock-bow. "I am the Shark. Pleased to meet all of you."

- [member="Azalyn Falconer"] - [member="Atin Vendet"] - [member="Ahogo Skuji"] -

 

[Julian Valentine]

DEAD MAN'S DRINK, TANAAB

​

Something about this whole situation was setting Julians on edge. He was a bounty hunter of renown, specializing in High Value Targets, politicians and force users. So what was making him anxious? He couldn't put a finger on it. He entered the bar with his hammerhead helmet slung under his arm and rested against his hip, a long Tusken cycler rifle rested on his shoulders with the support of his free arm.

He forced his way through the crowd, pushing aside alcoholics and gamblers of every creed, yet none spoke a word in protest. He was Julian Valentine. His helmet was a symbol of galactic bounty hunting from the Core to the Outer Rim. He had earned a name for himself. A clean record, not a single failed mission yet. With a one-hundred percent success rate, he didn't come cheap.

"Ro-who?" he said in half-jest to Ahogo, but to be honest, he was annoyed, it was a veiled insult to the thug. Ever since the Red Ravens a deep fury had followed him everywhere when he met gangsters, none more-so than the Black Ties. He would crush the skull of Miss Blonde if he ever got his hands on her. Her very existence, and the existence of her 'gangsters' insulted the legacy the Red Ravens left behind.

Julian knew plenty of gangs, but not the Ronin. Two-bit thugs. He felt his face warm, and his ears grew red. He ambled his way past the Ronin leader as he knew he wouldn't bite his tongue when it came to such matters. The bounty hunter took a seat, having not greeted his old friend Ghorua. He'd watch and listen, let him lead the show for once.

He turned his thoughts far as the Herglic greeted all. He had gotten a tip about a Force User, Ebon, former Primeval Warlord. A broker on the Shadownet supposed Julian could make use of him, and he knew he could. For some time he had planned on organizing a team of dedicated specialists to take out the untouchables. Those that hid behind armies and fortresses. His gaze turned upward to Ghorua. If he did well on this mission, he may considering asking of his interest. He unloaded his rifle and settled it down, and began to pay attention.

| [member="Ahogo Skuji"] | | [member="Ghorua the Shark"] |

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis laid around on one of the random ships he 'borrowed' from the Cartel, his body laxed as he spun around in his ceiling chair, counting the number of stains he saw as he spun, "1... 2... miss a few..." he muttered to himself as one of the Gammoreans approached, his face plated with metal and his skin disfigured by some cruel act of malice. A task that Thraxis took great pride in achieving. His lips peeled apart, a hard to understand voice echoing through the room as he focused carefully, it was a horrible combination, a strong Pig-Like accent was hard enough but every word he spoke sounded as if it was rubbed against sandpaper on its way out.

"Choas? Well. That's all I need to know." he said with a glimmer of joy hidden beneath a monotone voice as he rolled back his shoulders, nodding to one of the Pilots to follow the orders as he made his way back to his quarters, grabbing his Custom made armor and putting his Heavy Blaster Pistol's and Custom made Pistolas onto his belt.

After a few minutes of preparing himself he walked towards the Hangar bay, laying back as he pulled out some vials of swill, wasting them quickly before returning them to their abodes in his trenchcoat his legs crossed as he felt the turbulence as the ship parted from space, its small mass of matter reentering orbit with a slowly raising roar. After a few minutes of what he could only assume was tough to find spot the ship came to a halt as its doors open, a pulling of wind tearing through the room as Thraxis grabbed a bag off the ground, running through the doors and into the atmosphere, his body diving straight and true, reading his link he waited a few seconds before confirming the location and releasing a mass of leather held precariously to threads of string as he slowed down, taking what felt like an eternity to land onto the ground with a thud, small dust floating into the air to descend back to the ground quickly.

As he landed he looked down the street, a bit off mark but someone deserved a raise if they could get him this close. He started tow walk down, a strut in his step as he looked around, breathing a sigh of relief as he looked at the type that had littered the streets with their wonderful Presence. He pushed through the doors, looking with a sigh of relief as he turned back and fourth around the place, it wasn't hard to identify a mass of monster in a corner, though the stench of booze that permeated the air was quite the distraction. He looked to see only one face he recognized, Julian and it seemed they got off on the wrong foot. The same could be said about Ghorua, but that only enveloped Thraxis with more curiosity. Though his eye caught the attention of more, people he had yet to meet.

He walked calmly over towards the group, his fingers interlocking as he let out a loud crack, as to if they would hear the audible noise in the cantina was a question he quickly answered, raising his voice with a cough, he didn't know how to approach the scenario and instead went with the simplest way he knew how. "G'Day there." he said as pulled off his Helmet, looking around with a blank expression. "So then. Bit late to the Ball I suppose." he said as he clapped his hands with a trickle of excitement under toning his voice. "So what are we blowing up." that was all that mattered really, he wasn't looking for any sort of monetary gain, no ancient artifacts he was hear to blow stuff up and nothing more.
[member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Azalyn Falconer"] [member="Julian Valentine"]
[member="Ahogo Skuji"] [member="Atin Vendet"]

 

[Ashalah Ky]

Azetha had entered the Dead Man's Drink, scanning the crowded cantina. She had already found the hulking mass of sealife, but she had a tendency to take in the sight of everyone there. And a grin had spread across her grey lips at the sight of a familiar Zeltron. As she moved, she thought about the last time she had seen him and realized the memory wasn't there. She knew she saw him before, but where and when with what objective, that was a little fuzzy.

She reached the group as [member="Thraxis"] mentioned blowing things up. "Oh, gotta love a good explosion." She came up, wrapping an arm around her old friend's shoulders almost possessively. "So what are we dealing with?" She addressed the question to [member="Ghorua the Shark"].

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua smiled as he saw more trickle in. The Shark guessed that this was all they were going to get, which was okay with the Bounty Hunter. Who he had was good enough.

Julian Valentine. The name sent shivers down the spines of criminals everywhere. It was easy to see the aversion on the faces of the bar-goers around them at the sight of the hammerhead helmet of Valentine. Ghorua nodded to him wordlessly. Ghorua was glad, if not a bit surprised, to see his old friend here. Thraxis, on the other hand, was not one the genetically-modified Herglic found himself smiling about.

Thraxis had an air of terror and fear about him. The torturer knew that his name and demeanor carried weight, and flaunted in his infamy. Although Ghorua wasn't completely happy about working with the guy, Thraxis was the exact kind of person Ghorua wanted to collect. Disposable psychopaths that delight in other's suffering. How could he complain?

The third and final addition was new to Ghorua; a Togruta. His one experience with a Togruta had been pleasant, but they were still new to the Shark. And this one knew Thraxis. The more the merrier.

"Well, let's get this underway, shall we?" Ghorua scanned the bar, giving dirty looks to spying eyes. His intimidating prescience averted their gazes. A flick of the wrist, and a Herglic-sized holopad slid along the table, flickering to life. A small map of a building buzzed to life, encircled by a flickering blue wall. A rough schematic of the Republic Training Base floated a few inches above the screen, easily seen by all at the table, but away from the prying eyes of the rest of the bar.

"This is Taanab's most prestigious training base, known throughout the Republic for the soldiers that come from it. It's prospered for so long due to the alarming absence of war on the planet. I say we change that." The Herglic's arm stretched out, easily reaching the middle of the table. Two small blipping dots appeared on the map, one in front of the front gate, the other along a side entrance. "The security here is tight, but not as tight as one might assume. Guards posted at every entrance, patrolling the courtyards, the halls, everywhere. The key to busting that defense is a distraction."

With that word, the blip in front of the main gate grew larger, and busted through the holographic front door. "I propose the least subtle of us, plus any minions you want to shove our way, go through the main gate, and battle in the courtyard. It'll be a tough fight, but with warriors such as us, I'm not afraid of Republic security. Then, our more stealthy party will go in through the side." The second blip seemed to fade, and float into the building. "The guards will be busy with us out front, and that'll weaken the inside. We have two main targets; Communications/Information, and the Armory. The weapons are held on the side, and will no doubt be heavily guarded, even among the chaos. Blow that up. Comms are in the center of the base. Blow that up too. I'm assuming you got the memo. BYOB. Bring your own bombs." Ghorua smiled, his maw stocked with rows of shark-like teeth.

"Of course, the pay is good. Seven-and-a-half-big ones, split among us. If you hire thugs, it comes out of your pay." Ghorua crossed his gigantic arms ahead of him on the table nonchalantly. "Does this sound reasonable?"

- [member="Ashalah Ky"] - [member="Thraxis"] - [member="Julian Valentine"] - [member="Azalyn Falconer"] - [member="Atin Vendet"] - [member="Ahogo Skuji"] - [member="Michael Byrnwulf"] -

 

[NightSister]

Azalyn folded her arms and nodded slowly. "I so dislike the term thug - we are respected in our own way, wouldn't you agree?" She smiled pleasantly at [member="Ghorua the Shark"]. "The plan sounds good, I'll happily join the stealth team if you wouldn't mind."

 

[Xandrek Crognus]

Xandrek burst through the door and ran to the table, panting. He removed his helmet, and said "Xandrek Crognus, nice to meet you guys. Excuse my manners, I had to dodge two more Primeval assassins after my head."

 

[Michael Byrnwulf]

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

"I also want to be in the stealth team" Michael declared

 

[Atin Vendet]

Atin Vendet remained quiet, as more people joined the fray. "I'll go main gate.", he says flatly. More had joined, and he kept himself brief, in order to get this over with. The more time went on, the more prying eyes might find loose tongues for the republic.

 

[Sirak Kolar]

Soft leather heels worked their way through the crowd, carrying a massive form who lay blanketed in a large black cloak. He found a position not far from the table in the back, a hood over his head, the lighting obscuring all his features but the fulcrum of his nose, and the red lips of the zabrakian warlord. This beast watched the crowd carefully, gathering around the table, each with their own faint smell that bothered him more than the last. He couldn't stand places like these, each hoop and holler reminded him more of Nar Shaddaa and the scum that infested that place.

As the table lit up with the digital base, and a man ran in blaming the primeval for their tardiness, Ebon finally found the moment he'd walk into the fray. As his feet softly padded across the rambunctious bar, he came thigh level with the edge of the table and spoke for the first time in hours.

"I'll take the front.", his yellow, serrated teeth spoke out, cutting whatever silence might have appeared for that singular moment.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] │ [member="Julian Valentine"] │ [member="Atin Vendet"] │ [member="Michael Byrnwulf"] │ [member="Xandrek Crognus"] │ [member="Azalyn Falconer"] │ [member="Thraxis"] │ [member="Ahogo Skuji"]

 

[Maximillian Price]

Ahogo smiled and looked over at [member="Ghorua the Shark"].
"Alright, so, I can go stealth team and quietly assassinate guards with my sword. However, if they have security cameras, I could go into the control room and blow everything up with thermal detonators, or I could silently kill the guards. What do you think Ghorua?"

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis cracked his neck bending and stretching as his lips spread apart, "Well... I ain't the kinda guy that pussyfoots around. So then, that leaves the front." he said as returned his helmet back to its rightful resting place. "Also, cut me out of the money. I ain't here for cash, I just wanna sow some Chaos." he declared, looking around with a sick smile towards any of the prying eyes, raising a hand to the barkeep to get him a drink.

"Now, we have covered payment and what we need to do. I imagine we have a time frame to work in." he said looking to Ghorua with an quizzical look, they were in republic space after all and all they really would need to do was send in a few ships and an army. From the looks of things, it seemed like the people attacking the front are at the greatest risk while Stealth can simply vanish while they provide a distraction.
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Ashalah Ky]

She listened to the plan intently, her arm still around @Thraxis. Two teams, one doing the main fighting, one stealth team for the side. When Thraxis mentioned he didn't want to get paid, she let out a little chuckle. "Can I have your half then?" She was mostly teasing. She knew [member="Ghorua the Shark"] would likely take the turned-down cash. Looking over at the fish, she addressed him next. "I'll take main gate." She glanced over at the other two people who were taking the main gate. [member="Atin Vendet"] and [member="Ebon"]

 

[NightSister]

"This is all sounding great - shall we take off? We can use my ship." Azalyn finished her drink and stood up, surveying the group closely. "Let's go, then."