Makeb My Day [Red Ravens Dominion of Makeb]

[Corey's OOC]

There was work to be done. He was shuffling through his other datapad, the one with all the contacts on it. Finally he got the contact frequencies for [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] and [member="Sigourney Xanthius"]. He had met both, in different places, and for different reasons, and they seemed like people [member="Danger Arceneau"] would get along with.

“Sending you their contact frequencies. Lysle is… he seems our kind of people. Willing to make deals. I was talking to him about a deal between Bright Star and their casinos.” Stay out of Tion, or if you come in, we’ll tax you, and vice versa.

“I’ll see what I can do from my end. Arrange talks, but I recommend getting at them fast. Sharing profits, or results might help.” The same as anything. And losing a little to keep what one had? That was the best way to make sure one survived.

But dealing with neighbors... that was something for the politicians. The ones Marek had by strings.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Location: The exit of the tunnel closest to the Governor's Estate with [member="Isaac Ideus"] and [member="Anastasia Rade"]

Even though the dark, enclosed spaces of mines were making him feel downright claustrophobic, Cryax, diguised like an IT guy for the miners, waited with Anastasia Rade for their teammate Isaac to lay out the details for them. The plan was to sneak past one of the guards and then kidnap the Governor right out of his own estate. He figured the plan probably involved Cryax posing as a computer repair guy for the governor, but he wasn't going to assume until Isaac gave them their marching orders.

Kidnapping wasn't really in Cryax's wheelhouse, but no time like the present to branch out. As long as he didn't have to get his hands dirty he was fine with it.

He waited for their orders. This was a delicate operation so no use in jumping the gun.

 

[io eyeballs]

TALAOS CENTRAL ARENA​

A group of swoops exited their orbital transport several hundred meters above Talaos Central Arena. io was among the bikers on them. Wind buffetting and spinning the swoops, they could see under them an intricate patchwork of docked bikes. Every major swoop gang on the planet had parked at the stadium. And dozens of minor gangs too. Their bikes were arrayed in long lines bearing each gang's favored colors. Large squares and circles broke up the lines: Tents where rowdy parties took place. Every biker on Makeb not at the stadium had joined the festivities remotely, watching on monitors, most of them drinking with their crew at cantinas all the planet over.

The event logistics were just as impressive. Especially security. Tight security was the only way to ensure any but the meanest, largest, most powerful gangs would feel safe attending. Every single attendant, and their bikes, had been thoroughly searched for weapons. The security themselves had been searched by a smaller off world team to ensure none had divided loyalties and themselves weren't bringing weapons. The only armament assigned to the security detail were non-lethal, so even if they were overpowered no dangerous weapons would fall into gang hands. And all staff and attendies had been screened weeks prior to make sure those known for violence would not be allowed in.

The tournie the riders were going to take place in was itself grand. First off, unlike typical swoop races many bikes would be on the course at the same time. Whole teams would be competing to get the best time, the group's results averaged. Another difference was that io knew his team could not win, even if they had the best riders, mechanics, and bikes. Which they certainly did not. Their team wouldn't even compete. In fact no team would win.

It was a rare event.

The swoops slowed down and oriented themselves as their repulsors gained purchase with Makeb's gravity well. These were swoops modified for lift, not a feature important for racing. The group turned towards the arena and entered through the open roof.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Tunnel closest to the Governor's [member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

It sounded as if getting out of here would be the easy part. Even if the guard wasn't watching pod races she was sure that she could get him to let them go. The hard part was going to be getting to Governor and kidnapping him.

Taking hostages and locking others up was not her cup of tea. Ana was well aware of what it was like being a prisoner and it was not fun. She wouldn't wish such a fate on anybody. This she hoped was temporary and they were not going to keep him locked up for long.

"Just act natural and we should be in and out with no problem. I bet we could even get the Governor to come with us willingly."

 

[Micah Talith]

Makeb
Arceneau Trade Company Mining Facilities
Browncoat Arms & Industrial
@Xalus

One inside, Xalus would find that not everyone was part of the droid security. One massive Trandoshan named Sue - yes Sue - was decked out in enough weaponry to outfit a small platoon. Or this could be exagerated, but either way, the reptile was beefy and he had a score for the Scorekeeper to rank up.

His voice would be thick and scratchy, with the s's slithering across his tongue. " Banbonzay bu cahecakha «secure the perimeter»" he'd say as his black beady eyes would scan the surroundings.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Makeb
Arceneau Trade Company Mining Facilities
Browncoat Arms & Industrial
[member="Marek Starchaser"]

"I owe you one Mistah Starchaser," Danger would say, taking another deep drag of her cigarra. Her eyes went narrowing into thin slits. Another flick of her cigarra would scatter ash upon an ash tray.

"Get the bulk of the fleet to protect the stations... the rest... have them move into position. Get me my starfighters in here."

 

[Daxton Bane]

Pausing in front of the huge doors, Daxton could not help but smile as paid mercenaries and guardsmen alike laid down their weapons and raised their hands in surrender. The Sith spared the lives smart enough to make the right decision so he clicked his comm unit to give the Ravens an update.

"This is Reaper One. Palace has been breached, request support team to take prisoners so I can continue mop up operations, over."

Although he was confident in his skill, he wanted to be certain that no one would get any ideas in their head of who is now in charge of this planet.

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Thrax]

Makeb
Arceneau Trade Company Mining Facilities
Browncoat Arms & Industrial
[member="Danger Arceneau"]

I found you, Miss New Booty

He'd heard that tune somewhere, he was sure. It aggravated to him to near rage that he couldn't remember where or when, and rage? Well, that usually meant a swift hammer blow to something fragile. But as to why he was here, in this office, with a certain wheeler and dealer? Well, he was a bounty hunter of course, and the Red Ravens had bounties on their heads. Oh, yes. Plenty of bounties.

Knowing where the Ravens were going was one thing, being able to operate without interference was another. With some of the Ravens in ATC territory, he needed to clear things with Big Ol' Booty.

A low growl emanated from his throat, "Rrrngh, what is going on and why." He had neither the time nor the crayons to go through all that data himself.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Makeb
Arceneau Trade Company Mining Facilities
Browncoat Arms & Industrial
[member="Thrax"]

Her attention would pan over to the Vong Graug hybrid that would tower behind her. One of her most recent acquaintances, a Bounty Hunter by the name of Thrax.

Who apparently loved to smash.

He had served her well in being part of the bounty against Subach Innes, providing a lesson to the corporate world that to get caught cheating at an auction would get you burned.

"It appears we have Red Raven's afoot." she'd tell him, full hips swinging to walk over to her bar. Whiskey would get poured into a glass. A glance over at his direction would relay the question if he wanted anything to drink.

 

[Thrax]

"Where, why and how much." The beast grunts, hammer politely coming to rest head down on the floor. Politely. While many might be tantalized by that ideal hourglass figure she sported, he was more enthralled with the seemingly bottomless purse she possessed. Oh, yes. His priorities were so straight.

Red hair. Bar.

A shake of his head. "I only drink the blood of my enemies." He grunts.

Those beady eyes lock on her, the bar, then to the shape of his hammer pressed to the floor. He lifted it. Not polite.

There was an uncomfortabley long pause.

"And every now and then maybe a piña colada." Joking? Not Joking? Who knew.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Makeb
Arceneau Trade Company Mining Facilities
Browncoat Arms & Industrial
[member="Thrax"]

If you like piña coladas ~

Danger didn't even blink. She set the low ball glass down. Moving towards the other side of the bar, she collected some ice. The grind of this smooth sweet Spira concoction of coconut tanginess would soon fill the air.

One wedge of pineapple and a cherry would pop over it's creamy goodness, and the glass would be delicately handed over to the Graug Vong hybrid himself.

"Cheers." she'd take her own glass to clink against his.

"Well if they get on my property and start messing with me and mine -- how did you put it earlier?" she'd say in regards to his comm message. "Ah yes. Thrax, smash."

She made a hand motion to single the amount of zeros that would mean for him.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Location: The exit of the tunnel closest to the Governor's Estate with [member="Isaac Ideus"] and [member="Anastasia Rade"]

Cryax grinned at Anastasia and squeezed her hand. Soon they'd begin the subterfuge that Ideus discussed with them. But first, the Chiss heard the voice of Daxton Bane over the comm in his earpiece. The three of them were near the exit tunnel to the Governor's Estate and dangerously close to a distracted (for now) security guard. He couldn't afford to draw unnecessary attention.

Bending on one knee he quickly and quietly took out his Datapad after a few clicks, he sent a robotic message to answer Daxton's call. It was a piece of software he'd written himself, called Daemon Echo, a text-to-voice speech program that allowed him to silently communicate with other Ravens' commlinks over his Datapad.

His message to the other Bane told his fellow Raven that he would be sending out a call for a support team to take captives. Cryax then put out another code message on the CryptNet. It was the prearranged message that signaled that Archon Palace had indeed been breached and that prisoners were ripe for the capture.

"The King walks alone."

[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Thrax]

Makeb
Arceneau Trade Company Mining Facilities
Browncoat Arms & Industrial
[member="Danger Arceneau"]

To say he was puzzled by the clinking of glasses was an understatement. Why would you clash two things together without trying to see which would break first? This was silly. People were silly. They needed to stop being silly. Drink downed in an instant, he set the glass back on the bar with a surprising amount of care before resting the hammer across his shoulder.

"I'll be at the entrance."

He kept a flag, folded, in one of the pouches at his waist for just this kind of moment. If she were to watch her security feed, she'd find him standing at the gates to her complex, banner raised on a makeshift pole behind him with his hammer stood next to him. It was a challenge, really. One he fully hoped the Ravens would accept.

After all.... Thrax smash.

 

[io eyeballs]

TALAOS CENTRAL ARENA​

The details of the plan had been secret, but as io had pried from a Raven a few days ago, a coup to take Makeb was the reason why they were here. The local muscle of crime syndicates, the swoop gangs needed to be taken out. Hence the tournie. Fake. The prize money had been put up by the Ravens, the Hutts had organized the event. A friendly gesture of good will between what were normally rivals. The Hutts got to take credit for a large event, and the Ravens were seemingly shoring up relations with a planet close to theirs.

"I know archons that have been farting around the galaxy less than that flare has." io was distracted by a leering rider that moved past their group towards the track. The black and white colors he wore, and the sunstrider he rode marked him as Black Sun. io smiled at him, but the other rider couldn't see it. The Raven riders all wore helmets, having taken on the names of more famous riders to justify their attendance. The hefty older style bikes had been chosen to conceal weapons.

As the black sun rider was setting up for his run, a booing started from the crowd. io looked up. It was the large screens around the stadium. They began to flicker and go out. The holonet was going down. That was the signal. The signal that four things needed to be done:

- Kill or take bosses hostage
- Lock down and secure the stadium
- Prevent gang members outside the stadium from getting help by taking out the bikes parked outside
- Deal with any gangs alerted to trouble and descending on the stadium, warned by the event going down on screens in cantinas and gang HQs, and blaster fire throughout the capital

io had been recongnized in the group less for his ability to drive or fire a weapon than his capacity to speak. He was assigned to initial negotiations with bosses, getting the stands to recognize the coup, and later on getting crews cut off from either of the two to do the same. He led his swoop up to the top of the stadium and swung it around like a mallet, breaking the glass protecting bosses in one of its several VIP boxes. A few of the boxes were fired upon by other swoops. Their contents exploded, strewn over the stands. An example.

[member=Lysle of the Hydian Way]

 

[Isaac Ideus]

Location: Mesa mining tunnel exit, a few clicks from the Governor's Estate with [member="Cryax Bane"] and [member="Anastasia Rade"]

Isaac assessed the situation in his head. He had to assume that the information their mining ally gave him was correct. There was no good reason for him to betray the trio, at least not that he was aware of. Regardless, slipping by security choke points like this was practically a syndicate member's profession. Often, in areas like this where the security networks are only loosely integrated with each other, minor incidents would go unreported. Once the security found out something was wrong, it was almost always too late. Furthermore, Isaac wanted to ensure this infiltration didn't attract any unwanted attention-- the regional security teams were easy to manipulate, but if private security ended up getting involved, the situation would assuredly get much stickier much quicker.

"Alright. There's a closed circuit security camera watching the exit tunnel. If they see me, they'll get the drop. There's no need to scramble the camera feed, that'll only arouse suspicion." Isaac pointed with two fingers at Cryax and Anastasia. "Cryax, your uniform should get you in the door. Escort Anastasia up with you. Take out the security guard or... something-- but do it quietly. Give me a beep over our comms when the coast is clear. Oh-- and don't kill the poor fool."

With that, Isaac nodded his head towards the exit pathway. Time, of course, was of the essence.

 

[Manidark Zail]

Zail received this comlink late, while gliding through space near Genoesis, he loved to visit the planet, the history.


Key Location: Isotope 5 Mines at the Cartel Mining Mesa
Key Objective: Takeover of the Isotope mines and assasination of mine overlords, key figures and business partners
Key Location: Archon Palace
Key Objective: Overthrow the government, the Hutt owned Makeb Business Council and/or send them into exile. Optional: install a puppet government
Key Location: “Stronghold One”
Key Objective: Takeover the government’s treasury vault of Isotope 5 in order to control all exports
Optional Objectives:

• 
  Lethal elimination and extermination of current criminal organizations/syndicates
  
• 
  Elimination of Makrin Creeper colonies/nests to achieve favor with current government
  
• 
  Establishment of other buildings such as: factories, shipyards, and secondary headquarters buildings
  
• Seizure of the Talaos City Spaceport

"Ok then, some real action lets see if I can get some chatter". While setting the course to the planet, this may be interesting and violent, Zail Thought.

Getting into the orbit of of planet had been fairly easy, now landing.. whole different story. Clouds dark and misty, almost clawing at his vessel. Sirens booming, Dark engaged his cloaking device landed, on a cliff and waited.
[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

Location: Mesa security booth, a few clicks from the Governor's Estate with [member="Anastasia Rade"]

Putting his hands on her shoulders, Cryax turned to Anastasia and looked into her eyes, whispering their plan. "See that camera?" He pointed up. "Stay on this side of that camera until you get my signal from the security booth. I'm going to say the phrase, "Sir, I'm going to need you to type in your passcode for me." That will mean the security guard's back is turned and he's vulnerable. Once I've said that phrase, that's when you move in and knock him unconscious." That should be a piece of cake for her. She was a Mando, after all.

He gave her a quick kiss and, dressed in his IT uniform, walked as calmly as he could towards the security booth. Anastasia couldn't see him once he entered, but his voice was audible from inside.

"I'm here to take a look at your computer," he said, receiving a simple grunt in return from the guard. The Chiss slicer made small talk for a couple of minutes, blathering on about pod races and the Makeb weather. The security guard, engrossed in his Holo, seemed uninterested in conversation. Cryax had changed the subject a few more times when finally Ana heard the phrase, "Sir, I'm going to need you to type in your passcode for me."

[member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Isaac Ideus"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Mesa mining tunnel exit, a few clicks from the Governor's Estate with [member="Cryax Bane"]

Nodding Ana stood on the safe side of the security camera and watched as Cryax walked away to work his magic. She was working in a team and with him it was easy as she trusted he had her back just as she had his. She knew he knew what he was doing so there was no need to worry just wait for the code word.

Once the words were spoken Ana walked over to the security booth blaster in hand. The guard didn't even look up from the holo when she walked by which meant that he really was that engrossed in whatever he was watching.

Coming up behind him she hit him on the head with the butt of the blaster which caused him to drop from the seat. He would be just fine except for the splitting headache in the morning. "He could wake up at anytime. We should go before he does. What do we know about the Governor?"

 

[Xalus]

Location: Mining Mesa
Allies: Unknown
Foes: [member="Danger Arceneau"], [member="Sue"]
Objective: Seizure of mining mesa, elimination of resisting personnel

Oh boy, now they had dinosaurs.

Xalus had rounded a corner, keeping a precariously wary eye upon his HUD and sensor readings as he attempted to silently slide past defenses and make his way to the head of the snake. These droid soldiers and their larger counterparts were fairly easy to slip past, but the organic guards were another thing entirely. Twice he'd had to resort to tossing around objects to get rid of those DarkWater operators and had narrowly escaped the second time, easing up the stairs once again.

Now, he had nowhere else to go and that Trandoshan was standing right in the middle of the blasted corridor. The cloaking device and sound dampeners were working wonders, but getting past an obstacle like this one was quite the challenge. Xalus could feel the reptile's heartbeat, anxious and tense. He'd have to move silently and eliminate him.

The bounty hunter reached down to grab something from his utility belt before sliding it on the barrel of his CZ-836. A suppressor. What was even more interesting to see happen was the fact that FLARE rounds had been chambered. The Gen'Dai made a double take to check his rear and ensure nobody was going to sneak up on him before turning back around to level the rifle on the lizard.

He squeezed the trigger and let loose with an entire magazine from about five meters away.

 

[Eeth Forte]

Location: Governors office, Hesk Estate, Makeb

Telos Ravye's office was bustling with activity. The mining Governor's team had gotten the heads up from the Trade Queen: There was a wide scale attack on the Holonet and word of possible security breaches in or around the mines. Much hand-wringing was going on in the man's office as all of his lackeys and sycophants buzzed around him, excitedly pointing around Holomaps of the mines. The Governor bellowed at his team, ordering the full mobilization of his security forces.

Eeth Forte watched this activity with a cold stare and a smirk on his lips. What security forces were those pray tell? With budgets being slashed in the last few years, he was the Governor's primary security force. The idiot politician had no idea just how much he had hobbled his own staff with his "austerity measures." Eeth had a few others at his disposal, but they were little more than hired goons.

The Chagrian rolled his eyes and ordered everyone out of the room except for Ravye himself. The Governor's employees were a shady bunch, always scheming and jostling for the most coveted positions on the man's cabinet. Perhaps this "breach" was a distraction, a precursor to a coup. If there was a mole in their ranks, as Eeth suspected, now would be the opportune moment for him to strike.

Once everyone had left, save for a couple of Eeth's goons, the Chagrian decided to do a quick sweep of the surrounding areas. Armed with a cocked and ready carbine rifle, a vibrosword and an electrowhip, the bodyguard strode out of his boss's office and started scoping out the scene.

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Anastasia Rade"]