"Operation: Throat Punch" - TU Dominion of Apatros

[Laguz Vald]

[4/20]
Allies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"] | [member="Dakita Calfur"]
Objective X: [Redacted]


"Miss?"

The shifter quirked an eyebrow and flicked the cigarette onto the asphalt, reaching up to jiggle assets xe clearly didn't posses — at the moment, anyway — while xir odd eyes stared directly at the rugged man.

I've got a fist up yours, is what I've got… "Nothing special, 'm afraid."

Wouldn't do to sour a relationship before it even had a chance to blossom, and so Laguz bit xir tongue and put on a convincing enough smile. "It's going to be a boring one." Well, boring for xem, anyway. Then again, the shifter probably had different standards than the rest, considering how long xe'd been in this business as compared to the pair in front of xem.

A hundred and fifty? Two-hundred?

Xe didn't know for sure, and it wasn't like it mattered awfully. They all had a job to do here, and while their goals differed, the path was the same. That was enough for Laguz.

"They've got an entrance in the front and one in the rear, both are well-guarded. They also have a couple of golks posing as homeless people in the side alleys, so climbing isn't an option. I'd recommend going in from the roof, but they've got some cameras," at that point, the shi'ido turned to gaze at the slender of two figures, "but I'm told you can take care of that. Correct?"

Xir voice wasn't overly demanding, but it was clear that Laguz wouldn't take bantha shit for an answer.

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Breaking through the atmosphere[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Dakita Calfur"] | [member="Laguz Vald"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective: D, Expansion & co.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][5/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Why Khal thought that he was dealing with a miss was anyone’s guess, it might have been because Catalys had told him she was a miss or perhaps the man needed a pair of glasses, but at any rate? Obliviousness reigned that he had somehow insulted the [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]it[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px], because he wasn’t a Mentalist and couldn’t just read the minds of people like that.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Yes.” Dakita would answer with a short nod.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Most of the time she was a sassy little minx, but when it came to people that they didn’t know and people that were clearly not everything that they seemed? Khal and her had a procedure in place which mostly boiled down to: nodding, shaking her head and short replies.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“We can handle it.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Underlord would simply add to it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]They might not have her centuries worth of experience, but they did have one immortal man on their side and a girl who could slice her worth.[/SIZE]

 

[Ellie Mors]

Locations: Just beyond orbit of Apatros
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"]
Enemies: Can't fight, so anyone with a gun.

It felt out of place to be heading towards a planet with the express purpose of corporate sabotage. Not quite simply the latter so much as doing it for a government, one which she was not a part of, that made her feel nervous and out of place. In truth she'd been asked along by a certain nightclub owner to swing by and 'work her magic' on a philanthropist that supposedly supported someone that opposed that certain nightclub owner's employers. Or something. She couldn't quite remember, she'd been asked after a lot of drinking and several other illicit activities. She didn't know anyone in this "Techno Union", nor was she very familiar with them as a whole, so trailing behind them by several hours on her own private freighter wasn't exactly comforting, beyond knowing she was alone at the moment.

As far as she was concerned, the plan was to land, speak to the man in question, and then leave once she'd 'persuaded' him to see things her way. Their way. Whatever. Unfortunately for the teenager, however, she had absolutely no idea who this man was, where he was, or what this 'point of view' was. There were times she cursed her habitual drinking and drug abuse, and today were one of those days. She also quietly grumbled to herself about [member="Khaleel Malvern"] not saying much beyond asking her to show up. He'd mentioned the man, the general idea, and that was about it. She wasn't even so sure this was the intended plan for her to begin with - for all she knew he could have just asked her to show up with him.

Well, too late now.

[1/20]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: In Orbit
Allies: [member="Lucien Cordel"]
Objective: B
Enemies: ORO
[2/20]

A secretary approached me, she wasn't half bad looking so I approved of the company mr. Cordel kept, even if it wasn't my cup of joe. "Mr. Cordel would like to speak with you Sir." She said, bowing slightly when she spoke. Well, it must be known who I am. I wasn't sure what he intended for me to do, but I needed to vent. I had built up a lot of anger that needed to be expelled at someone, perhaps Lucien could provide that someone. I nodded, grunting almost in response, "Lead the way."

The secretary smiled and turned on her heel leading me to a small office that Cordel had set up in while the Techno Union worked to subvert and remove the ORO assets and replace them with assets of their own. Danger Arceneau was here, which meant she was probably buying up serious amounts of real estate. I might pay the woman a visit if time allowed. She and I had dealt in business affairs before, perhaps she wouldn't be opposed to another meeting once ORO was handled properly. She had things I could use for my own personal matters anyway.

The secretary opened a door and let me into the office where Lucien Cordel waited my arrival.

 

[Laguz Vald]

[5/20]
Allies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"] | [member="Dakita Calfur"]
Objective X: [Redacted]


Xe sniffled again — obviously a cold, dammit — and then turned on xir heel, xir cloak billowing around xem in the easy breeze as xe staled away. Xe didn't look over xir shoulder to see if the pair were following, certain that they were right on xir heels. Before, when xe'd been casing out the joint, Laguz had made sure xir senses were borrowed from the best that the Galaxy had to offer, and xe'd never bothered changing it back; that was why xe could discern the grind of their boots against the trash and rubble covering the old permacrete, and why xe could hear the slightly labored breathing of the girl on the underlord's left.

"Alright, then," xe spoked after a few silent minutes of maneuvering through the maze of crumbling buildings and shadowy alleys, staying out of the main streets to avoid being noticed. For xem, being seen was hardly of import, but xir two unlikely companions were far less flexible in that regard. If it cost them a few seconds of meandering through the labyrinthine town, so be it.

"We're here."

They weren't here here, but they were close enough that the girl could hack the cameras while the rugged pair of trenchcoats kept watch for any potential trouble.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Location: ATC Merchant Fleet
Allies: [member="Danger Arceneau"]’s assets, [member="Lucien Cordel"]’s number game
Enemies: Puppies
3/

Marek nodded to Danger. She always pulled out all the stops. “Seems you’ve come a long way with your personal fleet, Miss Danger.” He grinned as he looked at the display in front of him. Was really good to see the Union working as hard as she was nowadays. He remembered a time when it… wasn’t.

And then he remembered a time where he wasn’t in control, that was Geonosis. He was… getting better. Working on it. Being sober clearly prevented Peregrus from rising up, but it also seemed to block Marek from his Force connection. He was going to have to do something about that. Sobriety was… well, it was tricky. He knew he’d relapse. But for now?

He had to work on mentally checking in with him. “I know that Net Zillo of the Obsidians will start making their computer systems ours, so long as we don’t have any counter slicing action going on. One of my own should be leading that front, loaned her out to our newest asset, Cordel.” The man came from the Fringe and was a solid pick up.

“Any word on Vong running out this far?”

 

[Jennifer Blanchard]

Location: Her ship
Objective: Hackintosh the Feth out of Oro
Allies: [member="Lucien Cordel"]
Enemies: Weird code, wet dog smell

Jenn was ready for action. She assigned her ship’s flight computer to keep close to the vessel in ATC’s fleet that Marek was on. She needed the piggyback of protection, but her Challenger had a few after-market modifications. Helped with her computing. Moving from the cockpit, she took her comm and made her way to her desk. Tying up her orange (and partly purple) hair into a messy bun, she wall but stripped down, sitting at her computer in her undergarments and a baggy tee-shirt.

If she was going to do this, she needed to be comfortable.

“Promise it’ll be fun.” She laughed and nodded. Rubbing her hands together, she nodded. “I’ll have something for you soon.”

She didn’t need him to check in, but if he did? Well, he’d probably get an ear full of cuss words and screaming. Especially if there was a counter slicer. But for now? She had work to do. Open a program, open the public holonet, and brute force attack the firewalls.

Quatro

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective: Push influence of Apatros Crime Syndicate
Location: On Apatros
Allies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Laguz Vald"]
Post: 5/20

The creature in the trenchcoat... her, him or whatever it was gave her the instructions to slice, and slice she would. Dakita was going to use the same technique she used in the Titan facility as that seemed to work for her and Khal before. The security on this building seemed even less restrictive.

But the Zeltron hacker was having trouble picking up a radio signal. “I’m going to need to move around a little,” she said to the pair and crossed the street to an semi-abandoned building. She unlocked the door, not by slicing but just by blasting through the lock with a silencer on her pistol, and then she finally found a good signal upstairs and luckily a computer terminal to slice into. It was rudimentary but it would work. And in fact, it also had an access port to plug into so Dak could bypass the radio signal altogether.

After a couple minutes of circumventing the building’s encryption and security protocols, she finally forced her way into the security system of the building and disabled the cameras, not only on the roof but throughout the building. “Done,” she said, into her helmet commlink to Malvern. “I’m on my way back.”

Dakita flew down the stairs, out the door and back to where Khal and trench coat were.

 

[Reverance]

Location: Coming into atmosphere
Allies: [member="Laguz Vald"]
Enemies: What? I would never have those!
1/20

The dropship from The Right Hand caressed atmosphere with it's own elegance, shuffling down the planet's vertical horizon - water skipping across cobble. The turbulence rocked the vehicle back and forth across the sky of the desolate world, can kicked perpetually down the road. The Wrath stared quietly from out of the metal mold, crimson eye locked upon the world to which now rested beneath him. Perhaps it always had. He pressed idle fingers across the war-torn armor, fitting the voxyn arm better than he had expected. Much to it's chagrin.

He wasn't one for not often donning his Ygdris armor but for the purposes of this 'inspection,' it felt out of sorts and so he had instead opted for the Phrik plated armor. [member="Vrag"] had communicated with him, someone was potentially experimenting with the capabilities of a new Legion Yun'Do biot. He wouldn't be one to miss such a spectacle, even if it was merely for mild observance as a hidden spectre. He hadn't quite decided on that notion just yet, but he was leaning towards stewardship over direct involvement.

The ship wailed against the change in pressure through descent before finding purchase on the soft ground. The world was lit with activity, the recent escapades of the Techno Union didn't feel isolated. And as Gabriel stepped out from the ship, the armorweave cloak hiding his presence and whipping in the air, he made a swift 'inspection' of the landscape for setting out to find this [member="Laguz Vald"]. There was so much work to do and so little time to complete it. Despite the slow churning of the universe, time felt of the essence.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Lucien Cordel"]
Browncoat Industrial and Mohc Extractives
posts 4/20

Years of Danger doing what she does made her draw her attention from the holographic array, green eyes narrowing over at Marek’s direction.

“Is there something wrong?” this was a question that went beyond the current delicate situation about Apatros mining. No this dealt with more .

She would turn her torso towards him her head canting to the side, peering at him critically as if to see beyond the glamor. The mask.

“What’s going on Marek?” she would ask, using his first name as a way to bridge her concern. She would always use a proper greeting, the Mistah Starchaser. But for this, no… this was different.

Much like the man had shown concern for her in the Corellan Gala, she too would be inquisitive about his state of being

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Breaking through the atmosphere[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Dakita Calfur"] | [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Reverance"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective: D, Expansion & co.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][6/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]There ain’t no trouble around.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Mighta been just luck on their side or anything else, but the past few minutes where they had to wait for Dakita to get her slicing on? Relaxed moments, a cigarette puff here, a hum there and a lot of chill guarded looks that woulda kept the peace anyway.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Noted[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px].” Khal would say over the comm, and then gestured to Veld. “[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]She is done, and is enroute back to us[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px].”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Didn’t take Dakita a long time to return though and soon enough all three were ready to move on, get this show really on the road for the next phase. They would have to break through the ring, eliminate resistance and instill order.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]They would have to be quick though, every moment counted here.[/SIZE]

 

[Orick T'ane]

Location: Apatros
Objective: Steal some Cortosis
Allies: Allies, I don't need no stinking allies.
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"]?


Orick moved quickly through the many buildings along the purple sector, no one really seemed to even glance his way.Dressed in the dirty clothing and carrying a mining drill, he fit right in among the other dregs of the area. Cortosis, one of the most precious metals in the galaxy, used by people for a variety of reasons, but most people Orick knew wanted it for it's energy resistant properties. Others, he knew wanted it for it's ability to resist those pesky laser torches used by the jedi. Orick wanted it because it was valuable, and that meant he could set his own price for it.

He knew that the process of extracting the ore was slow and dangerous, if you didn't die from the exposure to the ore itself, you had a good chance of hitting a pocket of gas, blowing you and most of your friends to whatever hell you believed in. Being killed mining wasn't on Orick's list of things to do today, so he was going to do it the easy way, and steal it instead. He just needed to find an empty ore hauler, the haul had to be worth his time, and there needed to be enough for him to set up a bidding war for the product, it wouldn't do to have too little to interest prospective buyers. He needed a few tons fo the stuff to entice the frugal into parting with their credits.

Finally he spotted one, but there was another person nearby that was definitely not a miner. there was no way the young boy was mining anything. He didn't have the build of a miner, nor did he have the tell tale signs of someone who worked in close quarters with cortosis. He wondered who the kid was and why he was here, but wondering was all he did. As long as the kid didn't bother him, there was no reason to even acknowledge the kid's existence .

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective: Push influence of Apatros Crime Syndicate
Location: Apatros
Allies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Laguz Vald"]
Post: 6/20

Even with his armor on, Dak could sense an impatience in her employer upon her return. Catching a whiff of smoke on Khal, she thought feth, at least he had time to smoke a cigarette, which would mean that there would be no time for her to do so.

As the Zeltron followed Trenchcoat and her boss along, she couldn’t help but think about the educational opportunity that Malvern had proposed to her early. The Zeltron supposed she would first take some business classes and then Khal could trust her again to take back ownership of Club Frenzee. She would also have to resist the temptation to steal from the club’s bank account again, but that habit would probably be harder to break than the normal procrastination which would get in the way of school or study.

Dak wanted to ask what was next on their agenda, but knew better than to raise her voice and attract attention. For now she would stay on alert, her hand on her blaster and ready for any sudden change in their environment.

 

[Alisha'ven]

Location: In orbit around Apatros
Objective: B [ Put pressure on the shareholder and flip the ORO board]
Allies: [member="Jennifer Blanchard"], [member="Lucien Cordel"]
Enemies: The Outer Rim Oreworks company
5/20
Browncoat Industrial and Mohc Extractives

"Lord Cordel..." the southern drawl of one curvy Rutian would say the name of the former Lord of the Fringe High Councilor with the sassy twist of bright crimson lips. Dressed to the nines in hip hugging glistaweb silk couture -- and appropriately armed under it as well -- the Twi'lek known to be Danger Arceneau's right hand would saunter to the office

He wasn't the only one who was here to ensure things went smoothly. Browncoat Industrial and Mohc Extractives were the overseers of the Techno Union Mines -- that is, before the squatters decided to join in a little game of piss off the corporate giants.

"Tell him a representative of Arceneau Trade is here." she'd tell Cordel's assistant. "I've been sent by Mistah Starchaser and Miz Arceneau."

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Breaking through the atmosphere[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Dakita Calfur"] | [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Reverance"] | [member="Lily Kirsche Kuhn"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective: D, Expansion & co.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][7/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Yuuzhan Vong Underworld was a… strange place to say the least, few people actually understood where it had come from and Khaleel wasn’t one of those people. He didn’t really know a lot about the Vong in general, they were just one of those enigmas that just [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]existed[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] in their galaxy and for Khaleel that was enough.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Until the word of profit was there to be had.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Somehow, someone had unearthed a smuggling ring or something that came close a smuggling ring, which originated from Yuuzhanthar or however that was spelled. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It was on this world that people started to sell organic technology, moving them away from their worlds onto the rest of the Galaxy, a few other smaller companies had shown their interests - one of which had been a Rebel company.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But Khal wasn’t really all that concerned about that.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Apatros would be the start of a new break in his crime syndicate, a new operation that held a lot of potential. Who wouldn’t want to buy himself an armor set of Vonduun or anything else that was as effective as the One Sith had demonstrated for all these years?[/SIZE]

 

[Micah Talith]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Location: Apatros[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Objective: Steal some Cortosis... too?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Allies: Me, myself and I[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Enemies: [member="Orick T'ane"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]6/20[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Things were about to take a curious turn,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]For the Talith would soon feel the burn.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Of a fight from the miners to take part,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]for the chaos of the Techno union set to start. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]There , behold the scoundrel Orick T’ane, [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]who was fit to ensure he got some cortosis bootay.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]And of course as things were wont to do,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]confusion, a push, and a fight would lead this man too![/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]For attempting to leave the spaceport to the mines,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]The rascal Micah would soon collide.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]With a man cut and chiseled of sinew and bone,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]with a physique and rippling pecs six pack grown.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]An apology likely will not save him time again,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]and instead a fight would break out then.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]A shove would send Orick to the far walls, [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]and Micah’s face grimacing and saying “balls!”[/SIZE]

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: Apatros Orbit
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"]
Enemies: Probably everyone on the planet, with her luck.

It didn't take quite that long for her ship to arrive over Apatros space, which really wasn't all that impressive to say the least. Empress Teta had all sorts of orbital protection, checkpoints, the whole nine yards. Even a satellite defense array to remove terrorists on the planet from orbit. Apatros? Some poor excuse for a welcoming crew that looked and felt more like a mercenary group for hire than a government-sanctioned task force. She'd heard the planet was rich with cortosis, though these days a pocket full of cortosis could be considered a lot by how much the mineral was mined. When she'd studied the history of starships and warfare in her schooling she'd read about the use of cortosis in the hulls of ships, and a rather shoddy ship in her company's own line was fitted with it.

And then there was that. She was a seventeen year old engaged in all sorts of stuff that most people didn't even hear about until they were nearly thirty. She ran a company, which was modestly profitable, managed a planet - though she did have a lot of people to help with that - and studied the finer details of obscure portions of the force on the side. Where most people her age were out at malls or watching movies, this teen was smoking spice and drinking with people that she was pretty sure were just waiting for the big day that would inevitably come up soon. She shook her head, realizing now wasn't the time to get stuck thinking about such irrelevant things. She'd take things one step at a time, starting with getting into that man's office, then doing something to get him to reconcile with the Techno Union. She was almost approaching the planet's atmosphere anyways, she'd have to deal with air traffic control soon enough.

[2/20]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Location: In orbit around Apatros
Objective: B [ Put pressure on the shareholder and flip the ORO board]
Allies: [member="Jennifer Blanchard"], [member="Marek Starchaser"] , [member="Danger Arceneau"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Alisha'ven"]
Enemies: The Outer Rim Oreworks company
[3/20]

'Little office' , If Draco kept talking like that he might offend someone. Lucien prided himself on the size of his office.

Lucien turned to face Draco as he entered, cigar clenched between his teeth "Good afternoon Mr. Vereen " He said through the fire of his lighter "Care for a Cigar?" drawing one from his desk draw he offered it over. Lucien hoped this was a man of simple vices harder vices tended to limit ease of conversation.

"Would you like to take a seat , I need you to put some pressure on some fat cats for me, I'm preparing to take a swing at this Wilmot fellow but I need a stronger foundation to do so I therefore need you to convince some of the low level ORO investors to sell up ..."

"Mr. Cordel a representative of The Arceneau Trade Company is here to speak with you "

Lucien nodded, another guest he was notably popular now it seemed "Please invite her in"

He turned back to draco "Sorry ... as I was saying I need some investors to sell up, can you help , I have no qualms over how it's done so long as they stay quiet "

In the meantime Lucien's assistant had invited dangers representative to enter.

 

[Reverance]

Location: Scoping out the world
Allies: [member="Laguz Vald"], [member="Khaleel Malvern"], [member="Dakita Calfur"]
Enemies: What? I would never have those!
2/20

Each step was another labor in a planet that held home to so called rogue Vong. Rogue Vong might as well not be Vong at all, given the ideology of the culture and their lingering clinging to tradition and fervent religion. Like an atheist priest, Gabriel couldn't help but feel the sudden pang of distance from his Legion. They had sought endeavors to come towards planet as well, smite free the universe of these so called Vong who held no ties to the Yun'Do and those who valued pain in such ways. But in the end, a civil war wasn't what the Sith Lord searched for. No, his remained fixed on the Pazhic'Dau and it's capabilities.

This species would provide ample resources towards future research in the attempts of the Legion Yun'Do to suppress the culture and heritage of the native Selvaris population. Akin to stem cells, such leaps in biotechnology could provide the subtle nuances of development needed to encapsulate the slavery and torturous minds of the shapers of the Legion. The force, to them, was merely a necessary evil. One that required control in the face of immortality. At least, for the general populace.

Just then, moving into a desolate ram shack of town, long ago abandoned, Gabriel found himself in the equivalent of an old duracrete structure. Likely once used as a tavern of sorts, he stared upon three of these Yuuzhan Vong rogues speaking in hushed terms over some sort drink. It smelled of yeast but was far removed from the glory of sparkbee mead.

"Who's this idiot in the cloak?" One said aloud in Yuuzhan Vong, with an atrocious accent. Gabriel cracked his neck and approached, lifting one of the glasses to his nose, much to their dismay. "Smells of bile and sickness..." He said in basic, setting the cup down.

"Too strong for the likes of such a weak species...human." Another spoke, inarticulate as the first. Gabriel merely smiled and pulled the chom-huun from his back.

"I'm the end...for you. Unless you have something to tell me..." His words turned from basic into Yuuzhan Vong, guttural and in tune with the Legion. He wasn't exactly a patient man and his arm hungered for heretic. The Vong saber ignited in a spasm of orange glow.

 

[Orick T'ane]

Location: Apatros
Objective: Steal The Ore, send the kid back to pre school
Allies: None yet
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"]

All he wanted to do was steal some ore, it wasn't asking for much, but here this snotty kid was, showing up and using blasted force things against him. Why did there always have to be a blasted jedi around everything he wanted something, and if it wasn't a jedi, it was a sith. As far as Orick was concerned, they were the same thing, sticking their noses in places that they had no business sticking them. This was supposed to be a simple snatch and go, but instead, he had to contend with a jedi. He hadn't brought his rifle because he wanted to be inconspicuous, so he was going to have to reply on his pistols and knives to get him through the fight.

He pulled out his pistol and beskad and pushed himself up off of the wall. " Shouldn't you be in school or something kid?" he asked. There was no way he would be the one to initiate a fight with a kid, but if this little snot wanted to rumble then a fight he would get.