Dominion Neon Shadows | OPA Dominion of Javin

[Maokai Bantam]

"Come with me..." Is all she said as she went to get up and walked towards the back. As she did a a shadow of a man walked past the both of them. Under normal circumstances Mako would have taken a closer look at the dark figure but between splitting his attention between the lovely blue skinned Pantoran and the mission he only had two eyes. Letting the figure pass and out the front door his attention went back to the girl who was santering toward the back.

"Any other night my dear I would love to except your offer, but tonight..." Mako began to say as he raise his drink to his lips but was cut short by a blood curtling scream that came from where his "date" had just gone.

The young lawman leapt up and drew his sidearm. Running to the back he first saw the young beauty kneeling on the floor, hands clutching the door way to one of the VIP rooms. Tears of fear and pain streamed down her face as she openly sobbed.

"No, mama, no..." She just repeated that over and over as she wept at the site.

Mako kneeled down next to her, hand around her shoulder to try and comfort her. As he looked around the room it the last moments of both the deseased came into focus. The "John" took one to the torso, a clean shot, expert, cold. He didn't even have time to react. Then posed arms crossed with copper talons over his eyes. The woman... The mother wasn't so lucky. Signs of struggle, pulled, and blood coming from under the coin over her one eye.

"No, please, please you can, she's not..."

Mako didn't know what to say. How do you make this better for a daughter who just found her mother like this... Truth was you don't, you can't. You only have your duty now, the law demands justice.

"Deputy Bantam to command, I need to call in a meat wa... an ambulance. Multiple victims at my location."

T The Undertaker Kingsley Xi Jago Caedyn Arenais

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective 2: The Cure
Allies: The Fool Zak of Amroth

"The mainframe room is contaminated, we need to disinfect it, stat!"

"Would disinfectant damage the computer equipment?"

"Here we are going to need some sterile wipes and isopropyl alcohol while you are making these emergency backups to be taken elsewhere should quarantine be declared, but if deemed necessary, we will shut down the mainframe to disinfect its inner workings, so time is short and only make backups of the cure-related data"

However, sterile wipes and isopropyl alcohol at 70% abv, of which there was an abundance in this facility, could only be used for the outer casings and peripheral devices. If disinfecting the inner workings was necessary, the mainframe had to be shut down first, because 70% IPA has a low flash point. And the heat generated by a mainframe, even with cooling equipment, was sufficient to cause fire hazards if isopropyl alcohol was used while it was in operation. And Janick seemed to have a flashback of Asop, where she was drunk from drinking too many doses of Asobi 95% tihaar, too many doses of azeotropic goodness. Of a drink that was described by some among the Meran clan as fit to degrease or disinfect an engine, and that Janick kept in the Castle for disinfection purposes. Once she snapped out of it, she thus started to clean up the outer casings, especially near the heat sinks. Meanwhile, the IT technician realized that the files Janick asked him to back up were in folders he couldn't personally see the contents, and he was only allowed to make copies on external solid-state drives on an emergency basis.

 

[Kingsley]

“Who you running with?”

"Rrrrawk! I'm my own man!" the hiitian leaned back in his seat proudly, "Just a guild captain looking to move some valuable cargo. Captain Kingsley's not small time if that's what you're asking. I've flown the Kessel Run in less than sixteen parsecs!"

Of course there had been...complications. But Xi Jago didn't need to know about all that. Silver Jedi entanglements often came with the territory of being so infamous. Most folk were put off by the Pykes' nasty reputations but Kingsley dealt with them often and thought they were a riot at parties. Much better hosts than the Hutt kajidics that was for damn sure.

"This is my first time on Javin and I'm hoping to make a connection-what the hell is all that racket?"

Something was going on at the back of the bar.

"Excuse me for one second Jago my friend," he winked, "I'll take care of this."

"Deputy Bantam to command, I need to call in a meat wa... an ambulance. Multiple victims at my location."

"You shouldn't have done that friend," Kingsley grabbed Maokai Bantam by his neck and hoisted him into the air, "We don't take kindly to Judges around here."

Yanking the deputy up to eye level he caught a better look at his face.

"You!" his expression contorted in rage, "The little twerp from Elrood! You sent me to prison!"

T The Undertaker​

 

[Koushou Mito]

Objective 3: TRADE

"BYE DEN'ALI!" Mito called after the retreating Chadra-fan, stretching her arm all the way up to wave.

Then, a twitch of her nose and she looked up at Wynter Rackham again. For a moment, she looked thoughtful. Positively contemplative. Could it be that the little Nezumi was turning over his words and understanding? Maybe all she had needed was to have that pointed out and she would go 'oh of course! I'm so sorry Wyn, I will stop taking your things that makes loads of sense!'

Could it be?

"So you're saying you wanna trade then."

Nope.

 

[Wynter Rackham]

Objective 3: TRADE
Koushou Mito

For a moment there was silence.

Wynter just staring at this creature.

The sheer chutzpah of her. Would anyone else look you straight in the eye and offer to trade back your own chit to you like that? It didn't even look like Mito realized just how backward it was. Like it was total logical. Maybe that was the only reason why Wynter blinked, before shaking his head. Trying to return to that reasonableness.

"Um. Mito. You are asking me to trade something that is mine back to me." A blink there. Sheer befuddlement. "What would I even trade for it?" That wasn't a real question, note. Not something he expected an answer too.

Just.

Sheer exasperation there.

This wasn't how Wynter had assumed his day was going to go.

 

[Xi Jago]

I've flown the Kessel Run in less than sixteen parsecs! That was impressive. He could use a partner that fast, just about to make an offer when the Rodian bartender gave him the okay, because the Rodian was running the place. Xi just worked here.

Then Many things happened at once.

First. Xi sipped his drink, midway through the straw tube he was using, he could do nothing else lest he waste a good beverage. Unclipping the tube, and sealing up his helmet to finish. Sure to protect his spice stick and take it with him.

Maokai Bantam | Kingsley

Second. Fights in these kinds of bars were as common as breathing. Judges though, that took some guts to walk into this kind of bar on your own, he should applaud him, turns out he did. Applause for both for the neck elevation on show, and for the guts to come alone. Backing up a couple of paces, still not aware anyone had been killed, he tried not to trip over one of the comatose patrons on the floor, a few of which were stirring wondering what the din was.

Third. People were taking bets how long till the judge ran out of air or how long the Hiitian could hold him up there. There was talk of thirty seconds, some said a minute, one even wagered two! Two seemed ambitious to Xi.

T The Undertaker

Multiple victims at my location.

Fourth someone had overheard this, and although the Pyke’s weren’t the Hutts for muscle, they did send a couple of sentinels with electrostaves over to see what was going on, full breathing suits and durasteel armor as standard, nothing special but capable. There was certainly potential for a bar fight to break out, and a lot of people were mildly annoyed their drinking had been interrupted. Whether they intercepted the shadowy stranger or passed him on the way to bodies was anyone’s guess.

Fifth a few people were filtering out, but the bartender seemed to be reaching behind the bar for a bigger gun, or maybe a bigger drink, probably both knowing this crowd.

Tag Maokai Bantam | Kingsley | T The Undertaker | Caedyn Arenais

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[Caedyn Arenais]

SCENARIO 1: CLOUD NINE
Spacer Attire | CS.38 Tactical Side-Arm | Lightsaber
Amkoo Spujitso | Maokai Bantam | Kingsley | T The Undertaker | Xi Jago
(Apologies for the late response)

Caedyn wandered into the pleasure district of Cloud Nine when he sensed a change in the way the environment felt, as though the air had grown dense and heavy, an ominous sort of feeling that he typically associated with his connection to the Force when something bad was soon to happen, or perhaps had already done so.

Glancing back over his shoulder, he took a second look at those within his range of sight, a hint of caution taking to his brow as he frowned, searching for any sign of trouble. Of course, there was nothing so blatantly obvious that he could see, though his instincts told him to be on his guard all the same...

Not far from where he stood, there came a scream from within one of the nearby establishments. It was an escort and entertainment business, and not the sort that Asaraa Vaashe would approve of his visiting. The things he did for the good of the Galaxy. Had he the moment to lose, he might have mused over this thought further.

"Deputy Bantam to command, I need to call in a meat wa... an ambulance.
Multiple victims at my location."​

He didn't waste any time, moving to enter the establishment. Xi Jago was one of the first that would come into view, though Caedyn was most interested in the scene that was unfolding between Maokai Bantam and Kingsley. The business was full of patrons, many of whom the young Jedi Knight had failed to take any real notice of, yet the prospect of violence had his full attention.

"Do yourself a favor and take your hand off the Judge..." Caedyn warned Kingsley , giving the avian rogue fair warning in the hope that they might actually take his advice; "There's no need for anyone else to get hurt here" Caedyn added, having heard the call come over his earpiece; the accessory to his commlink visible in his right ear.

 

[Maokai Bantam]

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Mako felt the world move, but not in the with a girl OMG this is awesome way. More if the feth I'm being throddled kind...

His responce to Kingsley was on the tip of his toung, something "yeah and I really wish you were still there." However the vice like grip of evil big bird was preventing air from entering or leaving his lungs at the moment.

Caedyn Arenais showed up shortly after and provided the distraction he needed. His gun still in hand he switched his grip so he held it by the barrel and not the handle, then proceeded to swing it, flat handle first into the giant feather dusters chicken tenders.

He didn't see next what happen to bird brain, but his plan worked as he was able to work free of Kingsley's grip and landed hard on the ground below. As he did his uproar, one of his many sidearms fell from his coat and onto the floor, right next to the pleasure girl who was still in shock from her mother's death at the hands of T The Undertaker .

Time seemed to slow for her as the gun bounced and spun in front of her. As it did she looked at it, almost memorized. Instinctively she picked it up, looked at it and then pointed at Kingsley.

"You, you killed her, now you come back to finish the job. I won't let you, I'm going to make you pay for killing my mother!"

 

[Zak Amroth]

SCENARIO 2: THE CURE
Janick Beauchamp

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The Fool brought his leg up into Zak's personal space, and the Judge smirked when the 'janitor's' shin clanged off a metal cup. In his line of work this wasn't the first time someone had tried to take a cheap shot. Dax Perl had taught him to always be prepared. This research facility must pay their laborers better than he thought.

"You got moxie pal. I hate to kill you."

The chop did catch him off guard. Roman lashed out much faster than he would have expected for a civilian and knocked the Sheriff's blaster aside shortly before it discharged. His hostage took off and Zak narrowed his eyes, switching the revolver to stun and lining up a shot on the fleeing janitor that was sure to send him sprawling into unconscious.

"Drop the weapon!"

Zak closed his eyes and sighed in frustration, "Walk away."

One of the security guards raised his carbine to fire. He dropped them both with a pair of bolts from his revolver without looking but by the time the Judge had brought the particle beamer back to bear Roman was in the research lab and out of sight. Whistling a playful little melody he moseyed on down the hall reloading his revolver's two spent power cell chambers.

 

[Koushou Mito]

Objective 3: TRADE

She looked up at him, waiting patiently as he processed. It really was a good plan, after all.

"Um. Mito. You are asking me to trade something that is mine back to me."

"Yes."

Confirming he understood what she meant. Wyn wasn't always the sharpest she'd come to realize so she tried to be patient with him when it took him a bit to figure something out, even when it was very clearly laid out to him.

"Well, whatcha got?"

She pushed up further on her hind legs, nose quivering for a moment as she sniffed. Then, setting the hydrospanner down, Mito scurried up the side of his pant leg. She poked her head into his pocket without hesitation.

"Yup! Just as I thought! You have peanuts! I would trade you for the peanuts," the first part muffled until she pulled her head out of his pocket, clinging to his belt and looked up at him.

Wynter Rackham

 

[Xandyr Carrick]

Xandyr had come to the bar for some peace and quiet with some old war buddies. Many of them had scattered to the winds after the old Galactic Alliance had fallen. Spec Ops soldiers who had been in demand and decided not to fight until the last when the writing was on the wall.

He was the first one here, sat at a table with his back to the wall and a tall glass of corellian ale in front of him. At least it pretended to be corellian. He doubted anyone would sell what was now a vintage since most of corellia had been levelled by the netherworld.

Xandyr worried that there wasn't going to be a bar left by the time they arrived. Below the table he thumbed the catch to his holster and let his hand rest against the cold durasteel.

Judges. What a name for law enforcers. Not wardens, not guardians, not police, but judges. Xandyr wasn't sure which way he was going to start shooting, but he at least pulled back to catch to set his blaster to stun.

 

[The Fool]

SCENARIO 2: THE CURE
Janick Beauchamp Zak of Amroth
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Roman spat inaudible curses at the brat of a judge, limping on one leg towards the research lab. Who the hell armed their nuts with metal plates?! Man, all the things you'd see in the Outer Rim and still you end up being surprised. Alarms blaring all over the research facility, the runner knew this place would soon be swarming with private security details. He had to hurry.

Slamming a slicer's chip into the terminal of the research lab, Roman impatiently waited to be granted access to the systems. He wasn't really a master slicer, so he always tended to acquire handy tools of that trade from the black market. All sent as expenses to his employer - in this case, the Progredior Institute. For its hefty price tag, it sure was taking long.

He heard a groan and immediately aimed his vornskr revolver at the source.

"Out of there, chump." the groaning Chagrian fell out of what looked like some really small storage unit, clearly not large enough for him. He was dressed in a typical medical outfit. "Who the hell are you?"

"Who the hell are you?" the Chagrian replied insolently as he stood up dusting himself.

"The guy with the trigger-happy finger right now. Talk."

"Uh..Doctor Garafa--you're here for the cure, are you not?"

Roman remained silent.

"You are. I can smell the Prog Institute's lackey stench." Garafa observed coldly. The gun pointed at him made him rethink his manners. "You're doing a mistake."

"Expected that catchphrase to pop up today." Roman replied with a shit-eating smirk.

"Look...I am sure what they are paying you is big but--this cure, it saves lives here on Javin. Lives of the poorest; those that are not capable of affording healthcare. There's a disease running wild among the youngest of the impoverished. Age of three and below." the doctor sighed sadly and gulped hard. "I can't let you do this, so I ask you--no, I beg you - do not do this."

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective 2: The Cure
Alliea: The Fool Zak of Amroth

Once the outer casing of the mainframe has been disinfected, along with the floors and the walls, the emergency backups of all the data related to the cure that was slated for distribution to the planet's populace were nearly completed. However, issuing an emergency override for quarantine was another matter that required a code injection and a vocal recording once the code injection for the override was done. In fact, it was a trick that she used on Rhen Var, although it was mostly ineffective. The memory of performing it resurfaced instantly in her mind, so the code injection was done faster than was the case back then. Once that code injection was done, Janick is about to go live, realizing that the weak spot in that kind of systems usually resided in emergency protocols. It may confuse some at first, because nobody would believe a computer virus would be able to contaminate organics: they would instead think about cybersecurity, she thought, while the following message would be preceded and followed by air-raid sirens, while being repeated over the facility's PA system:

"Attention all personnel: this is the sanitary authorities. We have detected an infectious strain of a virus in the computer mainframe! The facility is hereby declared on lockdown! All doses of medication must be secured and all personnel must remain at least two meters away from each other! No personnel is authorized to leave the premises except for medical emergencies; all visitors are to vacate the premises immediately! In addition, all visitors currently in the building must return home, leave the premises while keeping at least two meters of separation between each other, and remain isolated for fourteen standard days!" Janick shouted across the facility's PA system. Almost immediately, people started panicking; this may present an opportunity to intercept the cure as it was being moved.

 

[Aalto Jien]

Objective 3 - Leg it!

An exchange crowd on the station were making a point of walking loudly with a group of indentured servants to nowhere in particular, the crowd of assorted aliens would give them up no problem, all cheap assets used to distract or throw off any judges. They’d been outbidding the hutts, and although the negotiations had not led to a bloodbath for once, this being neutral ground, the disturbances in a local bar had spooked them. The Exchange Triad didn’t have the muscle of the Hutt, Pyke and Haxion Triad, not yet. That’d come in time and if it did, there would be a lot worse scenes than that in the bar. Triad wars to come...

Why were the other mercs making a noise? Because Aalto was slipping out the backdoor to the hanger seemingly like any other mechanic. One toolbelt, old brown clothes, durasteel and armorweave plating in the GunUp Armor, a visor to hide his eyes. Nothing special.

Clearing customs or what passed for it, which meant paying off a dockworker to not ask any questions. One of the benefits of being on the outside looking in most days is he was one step ahead of the judges, in that they didn’t even know he existed. “Never here.” He said to the dock worker in a rare alien dialect. His real prize waiting on his ship, an exotic species that would fetch his brokerage a small fortune.

 

[Kingsley]

SCENARIO 1: CLOUD NINE

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Kingsley ignored Caedyn Arenais, shifting Maokai Bantam in mid air so that the zeltron dangled in between them.

"Rrrrawk! Time to say goodnight, Judge."

His beak curled into a fiendish grin.

"SCREEE"

The sound that Kingsley made when Bantam made contact with his most precious cargo was devastating. Glass shattered. Cantina patrons staggered and clutched at their ears. His grip slackened enough for Maokai to escape and the birdman reeled before skinny legs finally gave out underneath him. He turned an altogether different shade of purple.

"You, you killed her, now you come back to finish the job. I won't let you, I'm going to make you pay for killing my mother!"

He looked up at the shaking young woman and vomited.

Acid bile struck her like a wave. She dropped the blaster and screamed, clawing at her face. On a word from Xi Jago Pyke sentinels closed in on the Judge and his newfound Jedi backup.

 

[Maokai Bantam]

SCENARIO 1
OBJECTIVE - Save the girl

​

Mako couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the acid leave Kingsley s beak and strike her square in the face. He knew the danger she was now in, the acid could be fatal. Taking up the uproar blaster he quickly raised it to the bird and let loose a poorly aimed shot. Intended to more delay then wound. Scooping her up into his arms he rushed into the room where her mother lay dead, slammed then locked the door and took her straight into the shower. Turning on the water he began to hastily flush her face and body to dilute the acid and hopefully save her from any further burns.

She was screaming at the top of her lungs, body convulsing as the pain of first the burns, then the shock of the cold water. The pain was intense, and he could feel every second of it thanks to his Zelthron telepathy. Her mothers death, the physical pain she was in, and the now dawning reality her beauty had just been taken from her. All combine into a crushing and mind ripping reality fracturing this poor girls sanity.

"Kill me," she whispered between her anguish filled screams. "Kill me!" she then screamed.

"I'm dead, my mother is dead. I have nothing. Mako if you feel anything for me, then put me out of this misery. Please, Please"

Her last please a mere whisper as she collapsed into a heap on the cold wet tile. He could here commotion outside, possibly Senior feather brain trying to get in, or the Xi Jago Pyke sentinels had ordered. Didn't really matter to Mako much as a dark feeling came over him. Taking up his pistols again he was about to join the frey when he felt a hand grab his ankle.

"You can't leave me like this, please, please..." It was the second please that got him. He looked down at the blue face, once smooth, bright and alive now bloated, with bloody skin oozing down it. Eyes once smokey and alluring now filled with bloody tears, eyes bleached of color. It had taken her sight, the acid. He could feel her fear, confusion, pain... She really wanted to die.

"Turn around..." Mako whispered. "I can't with you looking at me..."

She did as he asked, shaking with fear. Mako raised his heaviest pistol to her head. If he was gonna do this then he would do it right.

"I'm sorry I can't do more."

"Thank yo... " thump

Her body fell to the floor, the force of Mako's pistol whip knocking her unconscious. He lingered there for only a second before his attention turned to the door. Summing the force he let his rage build till he eyes glowed yellow, the power cracking like lightening. The anger he felt, the fear she had, all gathered and was guided to one purpose. He was gonna take Kingsley down, by any means necessary.

As the power peaked he threw his hand forward, sending a force push straight into the door, knocking it from his hinges and sending it flying into the hall beyond, and into anyone behind it.

"Lets do this chicken pecker..."

Xandyr Carrick Caedyn Arenais

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[Caedyn Arenais]

SCENARIO 1: CLOUD NINE
Spacer Attire | CS.38 Tactical Side-Arm | Lightsaber
Amkoo Spujitso | Maokai Bantam | Kingsley | T The Undertaker | Xi Jago

The scuffle between Kingsley and Maokai Bantam had escalated into a full fledged confrontation before Caedyn had the chance to determine what the heck was going on. Maokai had blown a door clear off of it's hinges and in doing so exposed that he was a Force User within a public place of inquiry to the Outer Planets Alliance. Caedyn had come here to investigate a possible slave trade, not to arrest a couple of thugs over petty crimes. One of them was a Judge, so Caedyn hoped that they still held a moral code where as he turned his attention to the unconscious woman who had been injured so horribly.

Avoiding the scuffle, Caedyn scrambled out of the way towards the fallen woman. Looking her over quickly, there appeared to be some sort of bile over her, acidic by nature from the looks of her wounds. Good thing she had been knocked out, as he could literally watch her skin peeling away if not for his intervention. Removing his jacket, he swapped the Lightsaber over to be attached to his belt and used the clothing to clean the acid away from the surface of her skin, soon tossing it aside.

Hands free, he reached out and held them palms facing down over her whilst closing his eyes and growing intently silent. The club was a haven for criminality and yet despite this, Caedyn called upon the Force in the hope of saving this woman. Channeling the flow of natural energies from their immediate environment, the plethora of life in the rooms occupancy would provide the fuel for his practice of Curato Salva, directing these Force down through his hands to rejuvenate the woman's skin cells, accelerating the regrowth and recovery, boosting her immediate immunity in order to combat the foreign acids.

 

[Xi Jago]

Things went from good to bad to ugly.

Flurry of activity. Screaming noises, people staggering around with a headache. More judges meant more trouble, most of those with more self-preservation left, those without or just spoiling for a fight stayed. Which meant more steps toward the side door, or what now was revealed to be a side door, some shelves moving away to show an emergency exit. There was a click and a lock as the rodian reached his gun, a great big disruptor shotgun.

"HOLD IT"

The barman shouted in Rodese at everybody! Firing a large discharge of energy at the lights above to send the place into near blackness. Then in the finest tradition of the bar service… ran off toward the side door. The barman’s criminal record was longer than your arm. Right past Xandyr Carrick …. maybe a nice bounty on that rodian who knows.

Meanwhile the sentinels were hit with a flying door! Maokai Bantam . Not the warmest of welcomes! One was out cold, the other however was charging in, aiming to hit the first judge he saw... his electrostaff crackling away. Might be a concern for Caedyn Arenais! At first glance the Pyke didn't realise he was healing the woman!

Stopping to refix his spice stick, Xi took two more steps back, grabbing his own scattergun and raising it up, moving toward the side door. Keeping both barrels trained on the judges as he walked toward the room's edges. His weapon was a simple slug thrower, but packed a big kick this close. The spicester didn’t have any stake here. Civilians getting caught up in the mix wasn’t his style. He’d shoot the judges no problem, but man has to have a code. Still, that woman should have stayed clear! What the hell was she doing interrupting a good drink!

“You coming?” He called to Kingsley , Xi like the rodian was somewhere near where Xandyr Carrick was on his way out. "Or staying?" He'd happily let both barrels fly into Maokai Bantam if it was the first option.

Darkness and screams had sent several more of the patrons out the door, a couple were in a scuffle of their own but not a full blow bar fight yet, the sabacc table had been upended, and patrons were arguing about missing credits in the confusion. The brewing scuffle was between the Exchange lackeys at the back of the room and the Pyke Syndicate, neither of which were on good terms right now.....

Gear: Durastreet Armor with Horus-FCP Hud | Two Barreled Slug Scattergun | Basic Blaster Pistol | Triad Pike | Grenades 1 x Ion 1 x Frag | RBOS-Rebreather
Tag: Maokai Bantam | Kingsley | T The Undertaker | Caedyn Arenais | Xandyr Carrick

 

[The Undertaker]

He moved along the shadow, produce by the streetlights clinging to the walls, ahead was a couple walking toward him, but as soon as they saw the black figure, they crossed the street. Their eyes never leaving him until they passed and even then, they would throw looks over their shoulders. The Undertake was not interested in them, he was late for the meeting. The little pause at the club had distracted him, “You’re late Jerriko”, it was Iblis on the com link. Vandok curled his lips in an ugly grin.

“Salvation waits for everyone”, Iblis knew the Undertake well enough to know those words meant he had killed. “Palak is getting nervous and I want those guns”.

“You’ll get them”. The called ended.

Walking passed club after club, street workers painted and smelling of stall sweat, their eyes hollow as their souls either with the loss of dignity or drug addled brains. They made his stomach churn. The only thing he did find endearing about them, was their yellow skin. Yellow is the colour of disease and death, such a slow and insidious creeping of life force seeping away. It oozed from them through their pores, a smell of corrupted flesh wafted. There was not much left in them, not even the will to live or fight for it. They were just waiting for death claim them.

If he was not late, salvation would come for them.

He stood outside the back of a small warehouse, he could sense Palak and his men inside, yeah, he was nervous alright, and his men growing edgy by the second. The door pushed open with force and he walked in. Guns draw in his direction, but he walked past them to Palak. “What kept you?”, there was no reason to answer.

“Marshal Iblis is most anxious to for me to see his guns, only then will I signal him to transfer the credits”. His head turned watching as Palak’s men moved behind him, two in front by Palak’s side. He signalled to one of the men to open the crates, the Undertaker check every one of them to make sure the delivery had been completed. He gave Palak a nod of approval.

But the mood in the room shifted, and the Undertaker smiled.

 

[Zak Amroth]

SCENARIO 2: THE CURE
Janick Beauchamp

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There was a resounding metal thump outside the research lab as its bulkhead doors first dented and then exploded inward off their hinges. Zak lowered his boot and stomped into view. He pointed his particle blaster at The Fool and smirked at the 'janitor'.

"End of the line sleemo."

Zak noticed the diminutive Chagrian doctor for the first time.

"Uh, who are you again?"

"...D-Doctor Garafa," the little scientist stammered.

The Sheriff scratched his chin with his free hand, "So like what's your deal then?"

"I...my 'deal'? I was just explaining-you can't just take the cure! We made it for the sick! For the poor! This isn't right!"

He tilted his head at the doctor and scrunched his face in confusion. The OPA told him that they needed this cure to save lives. But now this doctor was telling him that the people on Javin needed it too. That seemed like the right thing to do, but then the Judges couldn't be wrong, could they? Ugh making decisions was so hard.

"You!" he jabbed the blaster at Roman, "Um, what should I do?"

Just then alarms went off throughout the facility. Some kind of lockdown. Maybe it was related to the trail of unconscious guards he'd left in his wake.