Dominion Junkyard Elegy - Darkwire Dominion of Altier

[Yula Perl]

One man was kicked in the groin, and the other found himself on the business end of a knife. Yula exhaled audibly as the muzzle of the blaster jerked away from her head, sending the slug with her name on it crashing through a shelf of expensive booze. The situation hadn’t warranted much tension on Hira’s end, but what else could she expect? Her head was intact for the time being, and that was enough for Yula.

“Good aim, as always.” Thankfully someone was taking advantage of the free drinks. “Alley-oop!” Leaping over the bar, she landed atop the sniveling bartender, pinning him to the dirty floor by his wrists.

“They’re headed here, aren’t they?”

The man sniffled through a groan and nodded.

“Okay,” Yula said, and snapped the man’s wrists. “Can’t have you using those.” He wailed louder while Yula rifled through his person, retrieving a commlink. She tossed the device to Ruby after she’d delt with her own man. “More annoying than useful, I swear.” Grumbling, she vaulted herself back over the counter just in time to hear the muffled roaring of swoop bikes pull up to the canita.

“Chit, already? Guess it’s go-time.” A quick nod between the three of them, and Yula took up a position near the door. “Think they take hostages?” She mumbled, gesturing to the pair of men they’d incapacitated.

Dropping low to the floor, Yula removed the pin from an EMP grenade and flicked the device towards the encroaching gangsters. One elecromagnetic pulse later, the vanguard found their bikes stalled, either being thrown from their rides or dropping out of the air in the saddle.

And they weren't too happy about it

Hira Mitsae | Ruby Jaxx | Xandyr Carrick | Zenric Salyn

 

[Shira Varanin]

"That's the one?"

Bluto was a pit boss who enjoyed dogfights, flavored cigarras, and beating hookers. He looked like a friendly, attractive guy in his late thirties - no filth or grotesquerie. Kalokagathia was, as ever, a lie. If Shira had learned one thing in the Jedi, it was that you absolutely couldn't tell good people from bad people on sight alone. In other circumstances she'd have taken Bluto home with her and never realized he was a fething psycho.

"This kid? This is who took down Clem?" Bluto smiled in a friendly sort of way. "Thanks for bringing her this far. I'll take it from here."

Shira looked back and forth between Daiya and Bluto. In theory she could let Bluto take Daiya to management. She was already pushing her luck - he might recognize the cybernetics peeking out from under the jumpsuit's hood. Best course of action might be to hand Daiya over and follow at a distance-

"Feth it."

Bluto frowned, then his eyes bulged. He scrabbled for his blaster, then thought better of it and clawed at his neck, trying to pull off a garotte or a pair of hands, neither of which existed. Shira's Force choke kept him on his feet even as he started to pass out.

There might be others in sight. She couldn't spare the focus to find out.

 

[Ruby Jaxx]

Objective: 2
Location: Cantina
Nearby: Yula Perl & Hira Mitsae
Allies: Xandyr Carrick & Zenric Salyn

Ruby blinked and heard a yell coming from behind the bar. Turning, she spotted the barman with a brand new red stain on his shirt, courtesy of Hira's knife. And Yula pouncing him. She nearly fumbled the comm that the Zeltron tossed her way, but palmed it momentarily. Raising the device, she was about to respond when Hira spoke into her own, acknowledging the warning.

Then she heard it: the tell-tale sound of bikes.

Shifting, she pressed her side up against the wall, right next to the door frame. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see them, the gang. Glancing to the others, she arched her brows as if to say, here we go! An EMP grenade flashed and the pulse disabled the bikes. Ruby glanced at Yula, good thinking there.

Time to take advantage. Pulling her blaster, Ruby pulled the trigger in quick succession. Her red bolts managed to startle some of them – maybe giving their fellows outside the bar time enough to act. And she hit at least one of the gang members.

It was only a matter of time before they made for the bar-- if they were brave that is, because Ruby knew that Hira was probably done drinking by now.

 

[Deryn Kaaldos]

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An alert on all the commlinks available to the Darkwire system would be spread all throughout as Deryn readied his part in the mission. He had went back to the Dragonfly to send it, warning everyone that there will be a mess in a part of the hull. He didn't really care if this wasn't going to get him paid, as he himself would be more assisting everyone else than doing the job himself. He wasn't here for the money. Darkwire asked, and that is all that he cared about.

Deryn would bring out his PBA-03 "Calamity" Class Repeater, readying on the hilltop of trash that he had set up on. The alert would warn that everyone on the right side of the area would find themselves swarmed with sudden attention. There is going to be a lot of noise here, focused all on him, so better hug the left. He would put in more detail if they had the communications link, but he hoped Ripley Kühn would be able to distribute them enough. He had readied much of his heavy weapons, all of his PBA weapons are here, along with his shoulder-mounted rotary cannon. On his car, interlinked to him, was similar weaponry. He was going to hit loud, and he was going to hit hard.

And it went off with a bang.

The first grenade dropped on them like a falling star. It left a burning gaping hole in the roof of the building as rubble tumbled down several stories. Another shot was fired, landing right next to it. Deryn never was much of a sniper, but this was much more tolerable with the predictive system he had made. With every high powered grenade dropped, each one causing massive structural damage to the junk-found factory, more and more of the structure found compromise with the ground.

More weapons turned to him, more and more guards were rushing over to see him on the hill, bombarding them from over several hundred meters away with bombs. It was a risky distraction, but Deryn was helping the only way he knew how. And, if he was being honest about it, it was fun as all hell. Perhaps it was one of the reasons he seemed to be called upon so many missions for terrorism.

Blaster bolts whirred by as he continued. Men advanced against him. Some of the shots hit but did little to nothing against the heavy armor he wore and even if they did, they wouldn't matter much in actually damaging him. Low-quality speeders came, but were gunned down within seconds by the cannons on him and his car. The landspeeders were submerged into the mounds, becoming nothing more than another scrap in the junk heaps.

"Cover granted." He commed over to Ripley.

Ripley Kühn Maxer Shagar Daiya Shira Varanin Ruby Jaxx M-XIII Yula Perl Xandyr Carrick Hira Mitsae Zenric Salyn Kadora'Tra

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[Malen]

Objective 1: Waltz for the Weary Worker

The Epicanthix had heard the call, and answered. Arriving at Altier, his allies had been able to obtain fairly old schematics of the factory through means that were unknown to mean. Having been with Darkwire for some time, he knew that he had to establish himself as a noteworthy presence to accomplish his own specific goals. This was his first step.

The schematics had indicated various pathways; for him, he chose the ugliest of the routes, through the sewers. Having his datapad with him, as well as his other tools, he equipped himself with his standard gear and left. Malen hide his force signature and stepped in. The stench was something he could bear, and he knew how to apply specific manufactured perfumes to mask his smell.

And he was in. Sending out an encrypted signal through an established local network, with a private key that Darkwire operatives would know, he would know that he was here. And he was here to help.

 

[Kadora'Tra]

Unsurprisingly, the Kyber Khans were the image of unprofessionalism - had they been contractors he would have recommended harsh discipline to keep the extra bodies in line, but then they were hardly proper mercs. Criminals and undisciplined criminals at that; ill-suited for proper operations, but perfect for being expended against similar delinquents. A win-win for CorpSec, by all accounts.

"I don't know, seat-polishing seems right-up these chitheads' alley." Adopting his best homicidal smile as his Farghul companion engaged the Weequay, Sar stood his ground but ducked out of the way at the last moment, foot driving into the back of the human's right knee.

Not giving one-eye the chance to recover, he moved in with a snarl, driving a fist into his chin and then his gut.

Spitting in the man's face, the mad smile remained. "I'd carve you up if Chief didn't need the bods to show those Brotherfethers what's for."

Nodding to Ms. CorpSec, he let up, a hand almost subconsciously fingering the hilt of a wicker-looking vibromachete. Giving the bikes a look over, he eventually picked out the most reliable-looking of the bunch - the last thing he needed was to be stuck in nowhere due to inept maintenance.

Kadora'Tra​

Kadora'Tra surprised herself as she found a gentle purr in her throat as she watched the pair on the ground. A primal part of her probably enjoyed that just a tad bit much. The adrenaline spike was certainly pleasurable, and the power over the weak was intoxicating. She let the feeling go though with a soft measured sigh and smile.

"Now your stupid faces match," She said as she stepped over them into the stables. The array of shiny and trashy choices put a little glint in her eye, and admitted to herself she was excited to ride. She'd gone fast in a vehicle before of course, but a transport was nothing like this, it didn't excite the mind with the promise of wind in her hair and fur and the danger it presented.

There were other gangers in the stables, some already on their bikes and ready to go, others still milling about. A few she recognized as other ranking CorpSec officers goading the gangers the way they want them. She nodded towards them, and they acknowledged her. Seeing some of their own recognize the pair set them at ease

"Glad you could make it, Breela." One of them said towards her, placing a name to her furry face. Then, ahead of the convoy a large looking Nautolan stood on the back of his bike at the ahead of the convoy, burly looking, uncharacteristically dry and shriveled, with what looked to be a respirator over his mouth.

"Kyber Khans!" The figure, seemingly the local chief, bellowed with a cybernetic reverb, holding up what looked to be some kind of makeshift bludgeon, with all manner of teeth and crystalline rocks hanging from it like a series of decorative bracelets. Kadora'Tra braced herself for an over glorious and boring speech.

"Let's kick some karkin' ass!" The stables erupted into an energetic roar of voices, and then soon after the revving of bikes. Pleasantly surprised she found herself celebrating with them on her bike. The stables opened up, and the convoy of almost two dozen erupted forth out into the wasteland.

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Dust flew past her as the wind whipped through her fur and hair, and found herself laughing joyfully, even playfully racing beside some of the gangers. Eventually she would sidle up next to Sarvod Dravis and shouted over the din of bikes and wind.

"I could get used to this!"

 

[Sarvod Dravis]

At least the "Boss" was an effective leader, from what he could tell; too many such crime bosses were so full of themselves as to see their entire power base crumble before them while busily espousing their glories, but not this one. He could see why CorpSec had chosen him; brutal, but efficient.

Soaring over the terrain, even the ever-professional Sar had to admit to it being an experience.

Flashing a smile at his giddy employer, he kept his bike close and stable enough for a brief conversation. "Oh yes; you should try it with a mind-machine interface, one day. Nothing quite like your vehicle moving as smoothly as your body." As quickly as it had come, however, the smile faded away as he slipped back into professionalism with the sight of their objective - a "factory", or rather a poorly-concealed drug lab.

Calibrating his comms for CorpSec - and the gang boss they'd hired - he subvocalised a suggestion. Someone was probably going to slip up and let the chaff know who'd bought their loyalty at some point, but it sure as hell wouldn't be him. He had a reputation to protect.

"I suggest you hit them hard from the front while the Captain and I flank their rear. Keep them flat-footed. Thoughts?"

Kadora'Tra​

 

[Ripley Kühn]

Objective 1: Deliver the Secure Commlinks

Tags: Deryn Kaaldos | Approached: Shira Varanin Daiya @whoever is with them I'm lazy

The sounds of explosives startled her, but the message from Deryn Kaaldos put her back to ease as she found her way into the main processing plant. The tables that were spread around the room made Ripley shiver as she realized what they were doing in here. A flash of anger jolted through her as she wondered how many poor souls these scum buckets had gotten hooked. Spotting some accomplices, she made her way over, the air around her shimmering once more as her form came into view.

The choke Shira Varanin was using was apparent, but Ripley saw this as no time to talk about the dangers of dark side powers. She simply extended her hand with a few comlinks, offering them up to the group. Her eyes flickered sideways, assessing. She could feel the danger, but wasn't sure where it was coming from.

 

[Zamas Nall]

Objective 1
Interacting with: Maxer Shagar | Daiya | Shira Varanin
Nearby: Ripley Kühn | Zo'i Prihm | Sor-Jan Xantha | Deryn Kaaldos

"A...commotion, you say?" asked, or more like stated, Zamas. The worker who was holding the young girl was unfamiliar to Zamas, as he didn't bother to know about all the supervisors in the facility. But there was a particular feeling about this one. Like he didn't belong here.

"Let me have a look at her," continued the Sephi, and crouched down. He grabbed her chin, and yanked her head up, so they were looking at each other. For a few seconds, Zamas was studying her face, and the way she behaved. It was curious, that such a small human could make such chaos. He turned her head to both sides, checking if were any hidden cybernetics, or other things.

"Well, you see, my dear supervisers..." he stopped for a short moment. "I am sorry, but I do not know your numbers, nor your names for that matter." He tried to sound as genuine as he could about the fact he was sorry for not knowing, though he could hardly care less. "Anyway, what I was going to say was: the boss is terribly busy. Any trouble you may have, you can let me handle it."

Zamas stood up once more, and took up position to block the way, should they try to get past him. "Now, tell me exactly what this girl did." With a small hand movement, he moved his coat back from his hip, revealing a lightsaber hanging from his belt on the right side. "And I will punish her as needed."

 

[Maxer Shagar]

OBJECTIVE 1

He held still as the stranger poked at Daiya. It was an honest relief that he didn’t seem to know the supervisors that worked under him, poor management always made a shadow’s job easier.

Everything was going smoothly until the reveal of the lightsaber. Uh, that was unexpected. Who was this guy? Maxer kept a careful eye on him, who knew if this guy even knew how to use the weapon, but Maxer wouldn’t take any chances. While trying to plan how to respond, he was saved when contrary to the stranger’s words, the pit boss walked out of the closed door at the end of the hall.

Maxer raised an eyebrow at the stranger, disguising his slight flash of relief. “Well sir, no need. Looks like the boss is right here after all.” He said cheerily. He began maneuvering Daiya around the guy. “We’ll just go to him directly, he doesn’t seem too busy.” He squeezed them past before the guy could say a word, heading towards the boss directly. He recognized him from the files he had read before the mission. A presentable and conventionally attractive man in his late thirties, must be Bluto.

Bluto met them halfway down the hall. “Sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear.” He peered down at Daiya with interest. "This kid? This is who took down Clem?" Bluto smiled in a friendly sort of way. "Thanks for bringing her this far. I'll take it from here."

Before Bluto could even put a hand on Daiya, Shira, it seemed, had decided now was the time to move. Maxer was surprised to feel the force and even more surprised when Bluto started choking on air. What the? He didn’t know she could do that! Adjusting quickly, he shouted. “Wait, we need him alive!” This was really not ideal. They could’ve just followed at a distance, now things were going to go down in a narrow hallway. Not to mention…

He quickly turned around to keep an eye on the lightsaber guy. His abilities were an unknown variable, Maxer considered him the biggest danger now that Bluto wasn’t likely to go anywhere. He shrugged the top half of his worker jumpsuit off and tied the sleeves around the waist for easy access to his own lightsabers in case this became a fight. As he did so he was met with the sound of distant explosions.

He internally sighed. Well, it looked like the time for subterfuge was definitely over. No doubt the other supervisors would begin rallying soon, or come rushing in to report to the boss. Maxer silently shook his head. This could’ve been so much easier. Hopefully shadow backup would be arriving soon.

And speak of the devil, Ripley Kühn rounded the corner before the thought could even finish. He caught sight of what looked like comm links in her outstretched hand. However, the stranger was still between her and the rest of their group, forcing her to stop unless she tried to barrel right past him. Maxer’s eyes flicked between the two of them, trying to warn Ripley that this man was likely dangerous and needed to be dealt with quickly.

Tags: Daiya Shira Varanin Zamas Nall

 

[Daiya]

Objective 1: Waltz for the Weary Worker
Tags: Shira Varanin Maxer Shagar Zamas Nall Ripley Kühn

[Post Soundtrack: "Hysteria" by Muse]​

The cyborg supervisor had pointed ears, like one of those mythical elves. It was the first thing she noticed as the girl felt her head wrenched upward by the elf-man's hand underneath her chin. Daiya let out a grunt, her jaw jutting out as she stared defiantly into the elf-man's eyes. He didn't have that petty, small-minded look of so many gangsters she had seen before. This one had a much deeper contempt in his eyes.

Corpo!

Daiya couldn't move her jaw to form the words, she could only grit her teeth as the thought filled her mind. If she could spit it at him, she would have. The young shadowrunner had little need to pretend now, hatred coursed through her mind.

Her hands balled up into fists, ignoring the pain in her injured wrist as the supervisor inspected her like she was merchandise. Disgust piled on top of rage in the girl's mind. Perhaps this was the moment to use the explosive part of the cuffs now.

Before she could act, the girl was forced aside, the cyborg Corpo ripped from her vision as the some-kind-of-Jedi ally maneuvered her toward the real boss. A tepid relief swam through her mind, drowned by an unspent frustration that her cuffed hands itched to let out. Daiya wasn't acting as she pulled her shoulder away from the Jedi's grasp, her once-ally becoming another hindrance against the righteous vengeance she sought against the plant's entire leadership now.

Bluto was part of its head, though no longer its heart. That belonged to the Corpos now. Still, Daiya resolved, he was a better target than nothing. The floor boss didn't look over her in the slimy manner that Zamas had, but the teen was full of rage all the same. At least he wasn't touching her, giving Daiya the chance to bring the cuffs up to her mouth and—

She watched as the eyes of the pit boss bulged and he scrambled against some unseen force. The girl's head spun first towards the Jedi, and to Shira before she realized which Forcer was attacking Bluto.

Daiya made a break for it, dashing between the adults locked in their silent battle of wills. It turned noisy the moment she fled, with the Jedi shouting and someone's reinforcements arriving. The girl couldn't stop to make sense of it, she aimed herself for the barrels lined up against the makeshift wall of salvaging equipment. Each contained liters of the raw drugs, clean and uncut, ready for measured hands to prepare them and then small hands to hide them away.

Hands rose up to her face as the girl brought the stun cuffs close, reaching with her teeth to pull at the tab Shira had set in place. Her ticket to freedom, and their explosive ticket out of here. Ripping out the tab, Daiya caught the cuffs as they fell away from her wrists. She only had seconds to spare!

At the barrels, the girl chose the closest one to open. Its cover wouldn't budge with her hands holding the cuffs, forcing her to put them down. She grunted at the exertion, pulling desperately for a couple seconds to no avail. An urgency shrieked at her, and frustration clawed at her mind as the seconds ticked down. Daiya pulled again, putting all her might and mind into the effort.

The girl hit the floor with a pained sound, the loose cover in her hands. There was no time to celebrate, the young shadowrunner leapt back to her feet and tossed the cuffs inside the barrel. A puff of dust arose, and for a moment a thought flashed across Daiya's mind.

"They'd better not be flammable..." she muttered, securing the cover back on its container with the bang of her fist. The girl spun, her eyes as wild as her hair as she sought a place for cover. Between the dust, the machines and the scrap nearby, whoever was near that explosion was going to get very, very hurt.

Her eyes found the office from which Bluto came, it's open door the only source of salvation in sight. Without thinking, she pointed herself in that direction and put on as much speed as she could.

"Look out!" the girl cried breathlessly. Probably ineffectual as a real warning, but it was the best she could manage as her legs pumped hard towards the promise of cover.

 

[Shira Varanin]

Daiya Maxer Shagar Zamas Nall Ripley Kühn

Everything went to, approximately, hell. Fortunately or less so, Shira's tunnel vision rested solely on the human excrement she was choking with her mind. She asked herself, with some reluctance, whether she really wanted to kill him on cold blood. The answer was yes, of course, but she also knew how she'd feel about it tomorrow or in a month. A long military and Jedi career had left her with her share of regrets and a strong sense of how long they took to fade.

A massive explosion rendered the entire question academic, and she was grateful to be off the hook. Bluto vanished in a fireball. Shira went flying in a divergent direction, and entered the warm and waiting embrace of a concrete pillar, skull first.

 

[Zo'i Prihm]

Objective: 1 - take down the plant!
Tags: Sor-Jan Xantha Xan Deesa

So... what? This kid just wandered in. What was he eleven? Twelve? Gross. How the kark did a twelve-year old know about spice? Well, never mind about that point. Zo'i was the one who had the sheltered upbringing, as Daiya all too frequently loved to point out. Whatever, she wasn't sheltered anymore.

Still, if this kid wasn't Darkwire... how the kark did he just wander into the middle of a Darkwire operation? "Uh, hi, SJ. Yeah, you got it right. This is a spice processing plant. And I'm waiting for the signal before we blow the whole thing to smithereens. Or whatever they said we were going to do to it, I forget." The Zeltron teen put a finger to her chin and cocked her head in thought for a second.

And then more people streamed in through the door led by a masked, but brightly colored woman. Zo'i was down with this lady's style! "Wait, is that the signal?! Or was it a codeword. Whatever, you're with Darkwire right, lady? Yeah, I've seen you before! At Blue Flame! Hey! Hi. So, what are we doing here again? Are we going to blow this place up? I think that should be the plan if it isn't. This place sucks. Make it go boom. Pkew!" Zo'i gesticulated with her arms what she thought an explosion looked like.

"Oh! But we should get the people out first." Zo'i rushed back to the observation room she had been in and grabbed her datapad. She flipped through a few screens before finding the program that someone had loaded on there for her. The image of a big button that said "Go Time" on it came up. She pressed the button. "There," she said. "That'll signal everyone in this factory that it's about to go down. So... explosives?" The far-too-excited Zeltron teen rubbed her hands together in anticipation. But really, could anyone blame her? She'd been sitting waiting for something, anything to do for however long?

It was time to gum up the CAD works.

 

[Cartri Keswoll]

Stinking was an understatement to what went through his nostrils at the current moment. It wasn't just him that seemed to radiate the same smell, most of the bus was filled with the same stench. His face scrunched slightly as he looked out the window, examining their surroundings as they came up to their destination, almost in a fed up state. Beside him sat Xan, who wore similar scrapper clothes which looked old and dusty. Yet, they both needed to do this in order not to get noticed. As the bus came to a stop, he looked at his reflection in the window and tried to make the best of his messy hair, although it didn't have much use.

Xan gently nudged him as the bus came to a stop inside the building, where all the occupants were thankfully made to depart the damp and dirty bus that they sat in for hours. One by one they jumped off, all of them going in the direction the guard wanted them too. However, both of them were not there to collect scrap for the day. At the perfect time Xan and Cartri slipped by the guards and went down a quiet hallway towards the target. In the meantime, his partner in crime was giving him a briefing of their plan, as well as a few toys to play with once they reached the top floor. Cartri examined the detonators before placing them in his wide pockets for later "The faster we get out of these clothes the better" joked the boy as they turned into a room.

Already there was a few kids, who seemed to be messing around with the equipment before them. Xan on the other hand wasn't messing around, and asked one of the boys to get out of the seat. Cartri chuckled to himself from Xan's orders and caught the transmitter she tossed to him, slowly nodding to her order to listen in "You better listen to her, or she will get increasingly impatient and mouthy" he said to the rest of them while pressing it against his ear, listening in for any transmissions that were being broadcasted.

Daiya Sor-Jan Xantha Zo'i Prihm Maxer Shagar Xan Deesa​

 

[Hira Mitsae]

OBJECTIVE TWO
Tags: Yula Perl | Ruby Jaxx | Xandyr Carrick | Zenric Salyn

OOC: apologies for the wait, folks, last week of the holiday kinda took the wind out of my sails

Usually these sort of situations started roughly the same.

Two groups meeting in the middle, weapons drawn, egos riled high. Posturing and lots of it. Especially with these criminal types they were almost never satisfied with just taking turf and calling it a day. No, they had to make a spectacle out of it, that would solidify their presence. It was right to assume that Hira was busy drinking rather than exit immediately to join her two companions.

One source of anxiety?

She didn't seem to show up seconds later either, when the rival gang rolled up in their speeders and started sneering obscenities. This was everything Darkwire could summon up? The infamous outlaw group operating in the shadows send in two ladies and that's it?

Of course, they weren't aware that right about now Xandyr had a high-powered sniper rifle aimed at their back. Neither did they really consider the fact that either Yula or Ruby.... or Zenric (what the kriff was he doing in the MIDDLE of them??) could probably kill 'em dead by themselves with some luck. Hira wasn't satisfied with simple overkill however.

That is why she hadn't joined her companions at the front.

That is why she had casually taken up position off to the side, away from the peering eyes and shouting egos, into the shadows.

That is why a spherical, ticking, device landed with a thud between the legs of the gang leader at the front. Oh, the EndorMon face the gang leader made as he looked down and saw what was there.

It went wham.

And chaos erupted in the streets as the fire fight began in earnest.

 

[Kadora'Tra]

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At least the "Boss" was an effective leader, from what he could tell; too many such crime bosses were so full of themselves as to see their entire power base crumble before them while busily espousing their glories, but not this one. He could see why CorpSec had chosen him; brutal, but efficient.

Soaring over the terrain, even the ever-professional Sar had to admit to it being an experience.

Flashing a smile at his giddy employer, he kept his bike close and stable enough for a brief conversation. "Oh yes; you should try it with a mind-machine interface, one day. Nothing quite like your vehicle moving as smoothly as your body." As quickly as it had come, however, the smile faded away as he slipped back into professionalism with the sight of their objective - a "factory", or rather a poorly-concealed drug lab.

Calibrating his comms for CorpSec - and the gang boss they'd hired - he subvocalised a suggestion. Someone was probably going to slip up and let the chaff know who'd bought their loyalty at some point, but it sure as hell wouldn't be him. He had a reputation to protect.

"I suggest you hit them hard from the front while the Captain and I flank their rear. Keep them flat-footed. Thoughts?"

Kadora'Tra​

Kadora'Tra merely laughed and hollered into the wind as a response to Sarvod Dravis , enjoying herself enough to forget she was both here for a reason, and suspecting the reason was punishment for failures in recent memory. While living in the moment, she was taken out of it when she saw the factory, and looking to her side noticed a similarly fading smile from her hired companion. She listened as he posited his suggestion, and nodded knowing it was a good one. Flanking maneuvers were a tactic as old as time, and there was a reason even now they were still using them: they just worked.

"Acknowledged, burn their stables if you can, but leave their bikes intact. Don't need them fighting like animals if they think they can't run away."

Made sense to her, and amping up her speed the pair broke off from the rest of the formation. A minute later, they had circled the establishment.

"Lets light them up!" She said with bared teeth, pulling the triggers on the speeders blasters.

 

[Xandyr Carrick]

Objective 2

Yula Perl Hira Mitsae Ruby Jaxx

His implants registered the pulse of the EMP grenade. A spike of energy spread across all frequencies in the spectrum. From this distance, with shielded military tech, he was fine.

Xandyr watched as they scattered and the shooting began in earnest. Breathing slowly, letting his nerves settle, he sighted on one of the gangsters readying a grenade. Xandyr missed.

He swore under his breath and adjusted his aim, squeezing the trigger again. Where the gangster had been was suddenly a dissipating cloud of black smoke. The disruptor had entirely vaporised the man.

Xandyr fires four more times, picking off one more of the shooters. A disruptor was just as effective in sowing panic as it was in killing. Rocking back, he pushed the cylinder loose and ejected the six spent power cartridges. He had to reload each chamber one at a time.

The whine of swoop bikes rang out. More of them and they were searching for the sniper.

 

[Emraj Hosdole]

Objective 2
Equipment: Emraj's Armor | RSKF-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol | Thermal Detonators
Mentions: Yula Perl Hira Mitsae Ruby Jaxx Xandyr Carrick
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Assisting Darkwire wasn't in his contract, but Darkwire's interests were Corporate interests so help Darkwire he would. Most of them beat him to the punch when they arrived while he was mostly at a Corporate space station drinking whiskey. Arriving at the Space Port on Altier, the Coporate Authority already planned a trip in advance and got him a chauffeur to ferry him to Wa'Le. On the trip across the wasteland, the driver did not say a word as the knew the confidentiality the Corpos liked to have in their dealings outside of Darkwire space.

It had been so long since Emraj had but on an open planet with the elements nature scraping his face, he took a few long exhales in the speeder taking in the atmosphere before he arrived at the village where he could hear screaming and blaster fire. When the speeder stopped, Emraj stepped out and sighed. Seems the Kyber Khans came sooner than he expected. He rushed in the opposite direction of the ruling crowd, trying to make it to their homes.

He approached what looked like the Cantina and Kyber Khans rushing the building. Guess that's where his Darkwire contacts were. No point in a stealthy approach, In order to sow as much chaos among the enemy as possible, Emraj primed one of his thermal detonators and hurled to a group of speeders where some of the Khans were taking cover from which lead to a huge explosion in the middle of the street. The Khans had their attention directed to the left where Emraj revealed himself.

Emraj rushed to one of the shooters using him as a meat shield and firing a few rounds before throwing him to the ground and taking his blaster rifle, firing from behind his speeder.

 

[Sarvod Dravis]

Their tactics were as simple as they were effective, the hostile gangbangers falling into chaos as they were assailed from the front - and the suddenly exposed rear. Typical, this lot rarely had the discipline to maintain cohesion in a life and death situation. They were fierce, but not coordinated.

Unleashing a stream of lethal blaster bolts at the exposed hostiles alongside the CorpSec officer, he noted with some annoyance just how much of their volleys went astray. As expected, the swoop bikes' blasters were potent enough but lacked the professional calibration he was used to. No matter, half of battle was dealing with the limitations of his side, the other half exploiting his enemies'.

"I've got motion on the side, the workers and some of the grunts are already running for it. Push them from the other end, we want them gone."

Even if they opted to stand their ground in the wastes later, they'd be abandoning their cover to do so, giving the Kyber Khans the clear advantage; he found it more likely that they'd grab what bikes they could and run, however. Would make the door-to-door fighting to follow easier.

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[Zamas Nall]

The sound of the puppet-boss, who the supervisers seemed to know as Bluto, made Zamas rage boil. He had specifically told him to wait in his office, with a locked door, and wait until the Sephi came back. This wasn't the first time the puppet-boss had tried Zamas' patience. The man was a fool, and would sooner or later pay for it with his life. And it seemed today would be that day.

Zamas only stepped aside, and turned to look at what would happen when the group walked past him. Bluto played his role of nice boss, as he usually did. Foolish of him. If he had paid more attention to the "supervisers", he might have known something was up. And his thoughtlessness allowed one of them to start chocking him. Through the force. It came as a surprise that the infiltrators, at least one of them, was force sensitive. And if Zamas' feeling was right, the male who was keeping his eyes on the Sephi, was force sensitive too.

Some in Zamas' position would have rushed to stop the infiltrators, or helped the puppet-boss. But not Zamas. Bluto had tried his patience one to many times, and frankly, he had outlived his use. Qanatain would not miss him after he was gone. So Zamas only stood there, staring back at the man, who had now removed part of the superviser uniform. BUt he also kept an eye on the young girl, who had started running towards some of the barrels. Zamas didn't know who the girl was, but it was clear she was from the terrorist organization Darkwire. The same group Zamas had been part of long ago. Before he was taken in by the Bursar.

While still keeping his eyes on the rest, he moved towards one of the doors. Once there, with one quick movement, he grabbed his lightsaber and sliced the control panel, and put the weapon back in his belt. The doors closed, and the locks clicked. Two other doors lead out of the room they were in right now, but there was no time to deal with them, as the young girl ran towards the office and shouted a warning. Feeling what it was through the force, Zamas quickly spun to cover behind a pillar, right before the explosion came. He felt the heat from the blast on each side of the pillar, but was seemingly otherwise unscathed.

Once it was over, he stepped out and towards where Bluto had been standing before. He had been thrown away from where the blast came from, and been severly burned. A weak cough signaled that he was still alive, though only barely. Zamas knelt down next to him. "Thank you, for your co-operation. I will make sure this has not been in vain." When Zamas was done talking, he once again took out the lightsaber, and split Bluto's crispy head from his neck. He stood up, reached out with his hands towards the control panels of the other two doors, and crushed them with the force.

"Now, my dearest Jedi, where were we?" he asked. He only speculated that they were Jedi, and hoped to get a confirmation. If they were, it would be considered official medeling by the jedi in the affairs of the Corporate Authorities of Denon. In his last living moments, Bluto had been more useful than he had been in the rest of his life, in revealing the involvement of force-users with Darkwire. "I suppose this was the reason you came here. So what will you do now?" Expecting a fight, Zamas took out his second lightsaber, a shoto, and his other hand.

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