Nice servers you got there, be a shame if someone stole 'em (Black Ties Heist)

[KeCholo]

''We live yet?'' Ke'Cholo asked Qaeth Idos, his trusted friend who was currently broadcasting the Duros image across to several ships.

''We are a go'' the cybernetic Mon Calamari answered.

''Hello, everyone. Prepare to exit hyperspace we are less than a 1 parsec out. Ships, please give me a status report.'' Ke'Cholo requested of them.

''Morningstar reporting in, less than 1 parsec out.''

''Argonaute here, less than 1 parsec out.''

''Echo is less than 1.5 parsecs out.''

''Blood River is over 2 parsecs out, we had some trouble with the hyperdrive but we got it fixed. Nothing to worry about.''

The fleet of criminals was currently comprised of 4 MkII Wanga-class Cruiser and Ke'Cholo's personal vessel a Meridian Class Heavy Assault Frigate.

This was the day, Ke'Cholo's crew and the Black Ties were about to launch an all out assault on the HQ of a bank called the 'Galactic People's Bank.' Inside the space station that served as the HQ were both physical credits and bank servers. Using these servers, Ke'Cholo and the Ties could suck almost every account linked to this bank bone dry. They would then pawn off the empty space station to the highest bidder for whatever said buyer had planned.

In total, this raid could land it's participants over 2,000,000,000 in credits. It'd be tough, but they could do it. The plan was to ram the station with the Wangas while the Assault frigate provided fire support. Once the defenses were softened up, the crew would raid the HQ and clear it out.

Ke'Cholo was unaware of where the members of the Black Ties were, but he was sure [member="Miss Blonde"] knew. He pressed down on the earphones he was wearing and radioed to Blonde.

''What ship are the rest of the Black Ties on? Did they all split up into different ships or are they here?''

OOC: This is not a dominion but I set it up like one since it's so large scale.

Objectives

Before any other objectives can be completed, the station must be breached first.

A: Secure and steal as many account servers as possible.

B. Raid the bank vaults to get physical valuables.

C. Take hostages of high ranking officials.

D. Stay on board the ship and provide fire support.

F. Do something else.


For every post try to format it as follows.

Location:
Objective:
Who you're with:

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Aboard "The Professional" Black Tie Cruiser.
Objective: Clear the bank of civilians, take physical credits.
Allies: Black Tie Syndicate

In the hanger of the cruiser, Miss Blonde and her band of loyal to not so loyal crew members were gathered up for another job. Recently the mercenary [member="KeCholo"] had joined them and had suggested a job that would score them upwards to a few billion credits, now Miss Blonde wasn't one to pass up on an opportunity like that so naturally she decided to go for it. That was a stupid amount of credits to do a stupid amount of stuff with. When her ship exploded out of hyperspace she would begin the briefing for her men as she always had.

"Since elaborate plans seem to elude the majority of you I'm gonna make this real simple. Over there, there's a bank. That bank has money in it, and also people. Our job is to get the people on that station and kindly escort them to the escape pods. Now I'm sure they have set off the alarm which gives us about thirty or so minutes before a corporate fleet drops out of hyperspace and starts shooting. So in thirty minutes or less our job is to clear house so the Wangas can dock or lock on with their tractor beams and whisk the bank away to Neverland. Don't kill anyone unless you don't have to, and see to it everyone is evacuated. Now I'm not gonna lie we're going to have to maneuver past guns, but I'm sure we'll be alright." Miss Blonde said with a chuckle.

Miss Blonde quickly loaded up into one of her drop ships and placed the helmet to her armor system on her head. Normally she wouldn't need armor for something like this, but there was always the possibility of being shot out into space so having a sealed oxygen supply was always helpful.

Her dropship lifted up and headed out into the vacuum of space were turbo laser fire was already going off.

Spoiler

[member="Alicia Drey"]
[member="Avalon Gray"]
[member="Bloodknight"]
[member="Cyrus Falcor"]
[member="Dyxra'a"]
[member="James Justice"]
[member="Jarven Zexxel"]
[member="KeCholo"]
[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member="Raka the Hutt"]
[member="Seanna Vel"]
[member="Stardust"]
[member="The Black Hat"]
[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]
[member="Zhi Chen"]

 

[KeCholo]

''Out of hyperspace'' Qaeth didn't have to tell Ke'Cholo this as the ship violently lurched forward.

''Stay here and command the ship, Raxo, Zobacca and Jal are coming with me. Keep the gravity wells on at all cost.'' Ke'Cholo yelled as he threw on his Warden's coat as exited to bridge. He bolted his way to a hidden service elevator and made way for the hanger. He checked inside his coat to make sure he had what he needed. DL-44s, grenades, phrik sword, and plasma rifle slung over his shoulder.

''You guys ready to go?'' Ke'Cholo radioed to the three other crew members that were going with him.

''Yup'' the booming voice of Raxo Trax, three time Herglic Galactic Fighting Champ responded.

''Good. Zobacca is this rifle ready for a field test?''

''It should be'' the Wookie responded.

The elevator stopped suddenly and Ke'Cholo exited out. He glanced across the hanger to find his dropship awaiting him with a Wookie, Herglic, and Kaleesh inside. He boldly stepped inside and ordered the pilot to double time it to the station.

''Sir, we've located another dropship. We believe it to be the Black Ties...patching you through.''

A holographic projection of Ke'Cholo would play inside [member="Miss Blonde"]'s dropship.

''Blondie, I forgot to tell you I equipped my cruiser with gravity wells. Take all the time you need-'' a flak cannon shell exploded just outside of Ke'Cholo's dropship rattling it.

''-there won't be any ships to worry about. If there are, they'll be pulled out of hyperspace and mangled to pieces.'' he finished, unfazed by the explosion.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Location: Aboard "The Professional" Black Tie Cruiser in the hangar area
Objective: disable turbo batteries and land
Allies: Black Tie Syndicate
Oh yea a job with a high amount of money in space this was gonna be the best job ever, stardust smiled as she ran over to her fighter and jumped inside as she started it all up and waited as her astromech was placed inside the fighter known as thunder star...her own personal fighter and design that she adored and loved...mostly because she made it powerful

She smiled as she heard r8 click in and confirm he was snug and inside, now she waited for [member="Miss Blonde"]'s drop ship to first go out before getting green light and took off after following as she watched flak light up the air and inhaled before ginnimg deeoly"hey miss blonde I'll take those pesky turbos out and join you soon see you in ten"she said and broke off as the flak started targeting her as she weaved and dodged before chuckling and pushed her fighter toward the first set and targeted two with torpedoes letting them fly and hit with a satisfying booom followed by fire and pieces floating off"oops.. Alright not using those r8 disable torpedoes and put full power to forwards shields actually scratch that half power forward rest to guns "she said and cheered" hahah this is the thunder star to all ally units I'm eliminating the guns as we speak

[member="KeCholo"]

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Location: The Professional hangar
Objective: Kindly escort(shove) all patrons(victims) to the escape pods(air lock)
Who you're with: [member="Miss Blonde"] Black Ties

Cyrus boarded the drop ship alongside the Blonde, ever silent and stoic, The Surgeon was about to remove some cancerous materials from one host to the Black Ties host. It was, unfortunately, a no-kill mission. Blonde said everyone leaves alive, but pieces can sometimes be misplaced. Borrowing a standard space suit, hidden under the yellow cloak he always wore, mask on and Type 8 SMG locked and loaded to strike fear into those within the floating treasure trove. All those clams in one place, like taking candy from a Gungan.

He looked to Miss Blonde, racked a round into his SMG and flexed the retractable syringes of his Stinger gauntlet. Filled with the fear toxins and hallucinogens. The Surgeon was about to become the Doctor From Hell to these poor saps...

 

[Garza]

Location: "Angel of Decay" Personal Ship
Objective: C - Take Hostages of High Ranking Officials.
Allies: Anyone?
Music Selection: Line of Duty

Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.

Humming the tune to some music that was blaring inside my ship. The chorus came on, and I sang with it.

"No need to say I'm sorry, Pulled back to the Line of Duty!"
"I know I shouldn't go back, The future is always Black
"Were better off dead on Yavin III!"

I continued to sing the rap that was going on as I heard a call over the systems. I shook my head. This Alien was now leading an assault against some bank. Sure, great. Like I cared. I wanted a few heads rolling. I was allowed to kill, I even had a license! Either way, I now had to turn down the music and groaned as we were told to be exiting hyperspace.

Leaning up, I took control of the ship, letting the proxy droid take over for the co-pilot, we blasted through the space of Lightspeed, and into sublight speeds. Right above the planet we would be attacking. My job? Make hostages out of the wealthy, and the Officials. I smiled. Starting to sing another tune. I prepared myself for this. I was good at finding targets. So I would do what I do best.

Hunt down Police, Cops, their intel, and even the Mayor or even the Sheriff. Oh hell. Here we go with the lyrics getting stuck in my head.

"I shot the Sheriff, but I didn't shoot the deputy..."

 

[Miss Blonde]

"Three hundred meters. [member="Stardust"] make sure you ion those guns, I want this station intact." Miss Blonde would radio to Stardust, keeping the station intact was key in this operation.

But then [member="KeCholo"] chimed in with a message saying to take as much time as they needed. Now Miss Blonde could understand that he was new to the whole criminal thing, and while he was a seasoned mercenary there was a big difference between the two. Even with the help of a gravity well the corporate fleet would be the least of their problems within thirty minutes to an hour. So Miss Blonde would politely explain that this wasn't Disneyland where you could take all day.

"Thirty to forty five minutes, no more, no less. This is a civilian station so always expect more than just a corporate fleet. Danger comes in many different flavors and unexpected hiccups, and keep that damn gravity offline, who do you think is going to rescue the civilians once we get them off station? And I don't want us getting caught said gravity well either." KeCholo would have to take her word as a more experienced thief and criminal.

But there was one last elephant in the room to address and that was [member="Cyrus Falcor"] and his stone wall kill em all routine. So quickly turning she faced the man and pointed a loaded fifty caliber revolver at his face.

"This is my friend Mister Revolver point five zero, and let me tell you he can run a lot faster than you can. I saw what you did with the gas on Coruscant and while I don't mind you killing scumbags and drug addicts in the undercity, these are respectable people that will give us unnecessary heat should they happen to perish, and if they do so happen to perish you and Mister Revolver point five zero will be having a foot race. Only kill you you have to, understand?" Miss Blonde liked Cyrus, really she did. But she liked not getting hounded by law enforcement more. So hopefully her point was clear.

The Black Tie dropship landed in the hanger of the station and before they would get out to go storm the metaphorical beaches, Cyrus was going to get his crap together for the job.

[member="Shawn Winters"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[KeCholo]

''Pilot! Land us in that hanger!'' Ke'Cholo gestured out the glassteel windows towards an open hanger. He didn't want what few ships the station held, to be a problem. When the message from [member="Miss Blonde"] came through Ke'Cholo repsonded quickly.

''Blondie, the wells can be powered off in a matter of moments. They're fine, when we need to leave I'll order them to be turned off.'' Ke'Cholo thought he was right, he and acted accordingly. He switched off the transmission with Blonde as he landed in the hanger. The doors to the dropship slid open and four criminals stepped out.

Raxo Trax, a huge Herlgic, went on a rampage running wildly throughout the hanger destroying ships Ke'Cholo hadn't commanded his crew to not kill any of he civilians and he really didn't care. In fact, Ke'Cholo brandished his phrik sword and began to swing wildly at the hostiles of the space station. Blood and gore would soon cake the walls from the group's rampage. Jal stayed back and picked off hostile guards and pilots alike while Zobacca hacked into the hanger's control system to close the door. In the end, most of the hostile crew members of the ship were dead and the civilians were rounded up into a corner of the hanger.

''In hanger-'' Ke'Cholo spoke to Blonde, but would look up and around the hanger's walls to find the number ''-3. Meet you soon, we're headed for the servers. Your men concentrate on physical valuables and hostages.''

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Location: Hangar
Objective: Kill...I mean, Disable the people's
Who you're with: [member="Miss Blonde"]

Even through the mask, Cyrus was visibly startled by the sudden move by Blonde. He was something of a loose cannon, sure, but his targets weren't the civilians. It was the money, and a few unlucky security personnel. So to keep Mister Revolver happy, Cyrus quickly stashed his SMG and drew his pistol instead. Visibly setting the 'Stun' mode, Cyrus nodded that he'd oblige Mister Revolver and Miss Blonde.

With an old fashioned Thumbs Up, Cyrus darted out of the drop ship and immediately disabled the inspector who was walking up to register their ship. Stabbing him in the heart with the paralytic from his 'Stinger' the man shook slightly and dropped. Cyrus caught him and dragged him behind a stack of crates. Grabbing his datapad, Cyrus checked the "All Clear" box for their ship.

He came back out to face Blonde with the datapad and a thumbs up. Cyrus gestured to his cloak to show there was no blood.

Without another word, Cyrus dashed for the entrance and ducked into line with the rest of the arrivals. Every single pilot and crewmen would be down, paralyzed or unconscious in the next 13 seconds. Utilizing his Tera Kasi training and the paralytics and anesthesia chemicals to drop them all before each knew what hit them. The guards at the check in would be so lucky. Like he'd planned before, he leapt on them like a spider monkey and injected a cocktail of Paralytics and Hallucinogens. They'd die of fear without the ability to run from or cry out their fear.

He awaited Blonde to escort her into the main hub of the station.

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="KeCholo"] [member="Stardust"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

I got you [member="Miss Blonde"] uhhh bill me the repair bill for five turrets"she said as she looked at her weapons system through her HUD and shook her head"r8 recalibrate guns to fire bursts of concentrated electromagnetic pulses"her droid beeped at her something about it'll take a minute please don't kill us

Don't worry pal"she said spinning dodging flak"just get those guns recalibrated so we can't damage a thing"she said and grinned as she started reading the guns by getting ose, she figured it would take five minute to recalibrate the guns might as well make em exhaust ammo on her

So for five minute she dodged weaved and had a few near misses but soon got confirmation guns were recalibrated "alright ready to disable" she smiled and went back firing burst at a gun and watched it flash before it stopped moving"yeeeeehaaaaa I love this!"she said and smiled as she moved again for another shot

[member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="KeCholo"] [member="Miss Blonde"][member="Shawn Winters"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: With [member="Shawn Winters"]
Objective: Anything and everything
Allies: Black Ties
Gear: In signature

"The next time you decide to have your own personal karaoke session, warn me before I agree to come along." The comment was made idly from where Keira sat behind the pilot's chair, and she reached up with a booted foot to kick the back of his seat in a playful gesture. Shortly thereafter she returned to preparing in her own manner for the task at hand, completing a final once-over of her armor and equipment. The jetpack currently strapped to her back was something she had never utilized excessively until this point, having received training in its use when she was still with the clones but never finding an exceeding amount of use in its capabilities. But if they had to make a space walk, at least she would be ready.

Leaning forward she looked out at the station in front of them, altogether unconcerned about what it had to offer. Her priority remained on those within, whether it be ending the lives of those particularly resistant or otherwise escorting the civilians to escape pods. Of course, she didn't exactly anticipate any security personnel to refrain from firing on her armored form, but at the end of the day it would hurt them a lot more than her, and they wouldn't be walking away either. No, if she was fired upon, the last transport of the aggressors would be a body bag. "I don't think any of us are here for the scenery. Don't know about you, but I'd like to knock some heads. Sure, we can't kill, but you know somebody's going to pull something."

In short order she puled her helmet on over her head, HUD flickering into existence, connecting her with all other nearby friendlies. With a few discreet gestures of her eyes she opened up communications with [member="Miss Blonde"], "Point us." The line was closed off on her end while she waited for the other woman to respond, hopefully assigning she and 51 a task applicable to their particular skillsets. Without a word she cast a glance to the man in question, watching him for a moment as he no doubt made any last minute preparations for the task at hand. The game would change a bit, what with the restrictions placed upon them, but the rules had mostly stayed the same. "You care to make another bet?"

 

[Dyxra'a]

Location: En route to the Station
Objective: Arrive at the Station
Allies: Black Tie Syndicate


Dyxra'a Khoez, a Falleen with three crests running along the top of her head instead of ridges, a physical deformity that separated her from the majority of her race, stood calmly and stoically within the Bridge of a Hammerhead Class Cruiser named Trident, staring out at the blurring lines that was synonymous with travelling through Hyperspace. The ship itself was an asset of the Black Ties, albeit one that was rarely utilised. Indeed, its mission of travelling towards the station that the Black Ties were currently conducting a heist on and serving to neutralise any defense systems that were still active upon its arrival as well as to provide the first line of defense should the corporate fleet be mobilised and placed into action faster than estimated was its first time seeing action.

Dressed as she was in her ever present trench coat which fell over the top of her usual outfit (consisting of a brown, ornately patterned waistcoat, high collared white shirt and black tie) with her cane, one that could be transformed into a metal chain whip upon deactivation of the systems that held it rigid, grasped in a black lace glove covered hand, Dyxra'a stood out from the matching, if rather scruffy in a few case, uniformed men sitting at there stations. Despite holding no official position within the hierarchy of men and women that populated the ship, hence why she wore no uniform, she did hold the command of the vessel, only deferring to the captain of the vessel on matters concerning the continued functionality of the ship.

Turning her attention down to the holographic display that was being projected above the small table she stood behind, Dyxra'a ran her gaze over the listed readings attached to the various systems that decorated the ship while listening with an distracted ear to the chatter over the comms system. The mention of gravity wells being used immediately grabbed Dyxra'a's attention as she span, coat flaring out behind her as she did so revealing the array of guns held within holsters along her waist and thighs and the pair of heeled, mid calve reaching boots from which hilts of a set of combat knives were visible, to stare at the Human male at her side, his uniform designating him as one of the commanding officers of Trident.

"Greev, send a communique to the frequency listed as Green Giant this instant. Alert him to the fact that we are incoming and that we will require the Gravity Wells he has active to be deactivated for our arrival. Be sure to attach my code name of Serpent to the message." Dyxra'a's voice held a soft accent to it that was uncommon to the majority of the galaxy, a unique aspect that didn't detract from the commanding sound of her words. Nodding his head sharply, the Officer, Greev, strode over to one of the many consoles that filled the Bridge to have the message sent as soon as possible to prevent the ending of his, and his fellow crew members, lives.

Returning her attention to the model being projected before her now that that issue had been dealt with, Dyxra'a considered the silhouette of Trident for a few short seconds before once again barking orders to the other crew members that surrounded her. "I want it known that we are to exit hyperspace with our shields at one hundred percent and that a scan of the station should be conducted as soon as to target the still active defense measures and lock onto them. All power from the weapons generator is to be directed to the all Ion Cannons, we want to disable the station, not destroy it after all." With a series of nods, a couple of "Ma'am"s and one muttered "queen", the gathered officers dispersed, leaving only Dyxra'a behind.

[member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="KeCholo"]

 

[KeCholo]

Location: Hallway to the server room
Objective: Steal the servers
Who you're with: Zobacca, Jal, Raxo Trax

Upon getting word from [member="Dyxra'a"]'s crew, Ke'Cholo would relay the information about the gravity wells back to his co-pilot, Qaeth Idos. Ke'Cholo would avoid incoming gunfire and duck behind a pillar.

''Qaeth, lower the gravity wells. Reinforcements en route.'' he would send. The message would come through garbled, but Qaeth would quickly decode it's meaning and start the process of lowering the wells. With a second message down to the engineers of Tek-1, the wells would instantly be deactivated and the Hammerhead Class Cruiser would be free to exit hyperspace.

Back on the space station, Ke'Cholo, Raxo, Jal, and Zobacca were making their way up to the server room. They were currently at a bottle neck, with security guards pouring in the hall by the dozen. Zobacca and Ke'Cholo were at the left side of the hall, backed in an office while Jal stood at the far end of the hall picking off rogue soldiers. Raxo was mostly uninvolved with the combat, only popping his head out every once in a while to blast the hallway with his shotgun.

Catching a good idea, Ke'Cholo pulled something off his belt and chucked it down the hallway. The thermal detonator exploded, sending shrapnel into guards and civilian alike. Using this guerilla tactic to his advantage, Ke'Cholo pulled out into the hallway and swept it of the remaining guards using his plasma rifle. When the crew reached the end of the hall, they found the entrance to the server room.