"Operation: Throat Punch" - TU Dominion of Apatros

[Danger Arceneau]

11/20
Browncoat Industrial and Mohc Extractives

“Within the next ten minutes.” Danger would reply to [member="Marek Starchaser"]. She wasn’t buying what he said for a minute. Her eyes would narrow further. Pushing from the array, she would slowly amble her way over to him.

“Just what?” she would ask, probing further. It was like peeling the layers off an onion. To get a man to talk one had to use a gentleness that they rarely ever would feel. A hand would rise to rest upon Marek’s shoulder, gentle pressure encouraging him to turn to face her.

Her expression would reflect that concern, a subtle frown over her brow.

“Are you okay?”

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective: Push influence of Apatros Crime Syndicate
Location: Apatros
Allies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Laguz Vald"] [member="Reverance"]
Post: 9/20

Bantha balls, it was getting real now. Trenchcoat looked super alert and ready to fire his/her sniper rifle. Khal had feth-all for a weapon but he could use the Force, so she figured he would probably just wave his hand at someone and they would go flying into a wall. Or he could pulverize their bones or something.

Although come to think of it, Dakita had never actually seen her boss use his powers nor had she really witnessed him in battle. Outside of that Titan facility he had cracked the guard's head with one quick movement, but he made that look like a piece of cake.

Her heart beat faster and pink hands had sweaty palms. Sure she had fought before in the Ravens, but those were mostly small scuffles and minor altercations. She was a slicer and a spice smuggler after all. And only one of those things she did well because… she enjoyed spice too much that it normally didn’t make its way to its destination. Hence all of the running. Which incidently made Dakita one of the healthiest spice addicts around. And that hearty Zeltron tolerance for indulgence didn’t hurt.

 

[Orick T'ane]

Location: Apatros
Objective: Try not to lose the fight because of laughing too hard
Allies: None yet
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"]


The kid had spunk, he would give him that. He was reckless and he lacked formal training , but it was a solid punch nonetheless. He telegraphed the swing and it gave Orick plenty of time to lean back enough to dodge the hit. His counter strike was open handed and was designed to tap the kid on the cheek, he didn't want to actually beat the crap out of a kid, but teaching him a lesson was more than up his alley. He was laughing again, knowing that the kid was serious, the laughter would not only throw him off balance but it would anger him further.

The idea was to get the kid mad enough to keep telegraphing his punches, the less rational he was thinking, the more likely he was to make mistakes. He danced around on the balls of his feat, more to show off to the kid than anything, He wanted to end this quick enough to still get away with the cortosis before he was caught. " you done yet kid? you're form is sloppy and you need to lower your arm a bit when you swing." He chuckled again, this was turning into a lesson, something that Orick didn't figure he would be doing in the middle of a fight.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: In Orbit
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Alisha'ven"]
[5/20]

Her smile seemed so familiar. I blinked and I could see the orange face, the black tattooed stripes, the coy smile, the yellow eyes. This was not her. Guilt struck through me like a knife. Had I fallen so far as to loose sight of my promises. Had I forgotten the promises I had made to her so quickly. This was a very pretty Twi'Lek, but she lacked the fire, the strong confidence, the independence, and the mysteriousness that had drawn me to Chiasa, and had held me to her. We had promised utterly loyalty to each other. I would not and could not betray that promise, that oath so soon. I hadn't even come to grips with what had happened. I hadn't even realized what I would do without her. I would not move on so swiftly. I smiled anyway, hiding my guilt and apprehension. "I'm afriad duty calls, miss Alisha. Maybe we can reschedule if you are available some other time." I turned to [member="Lucien Cordel"] "I'll do what I can for those targets. Shouldn't be too hard." And with that I left.

The trip to the surface was horrible. My mind wracked with guilt, sorrow, loss, loneliness, and pain. My Heart ached from her passing, but I still held her dear. I would join her when my work was done. Even if I had to take matters in my own hands. But that was far off. There were many things to do before such thoughts could be acted upon, before I could rejoin my love in the stars. Nothing would keep me from her. Not the Gates of Heaven, Nor the Pits of Hell. If I had to go through a few thousand people to get there, it was only a matter of time.

 

[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][11/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Telekinesis.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It was a power that seemed too simple, but had so many different applications that one could use. One could almost say that it was an endless pool of opportunity for those that simply tried to get the best out of it, and really trained themselves in all the possibilities to their disposal.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Most of it… came down to combat-applications, sadly. But that was the world they were living in these days, ya couldn’t just walk down the street without having to deal with some kind of altercation of the sort.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Sad days.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But what can a man do except do what he always has done?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Push on and hope for the best, hope that it would turn out alright, hope that the dreams wouldn’t just be dreams. That there would be peace at the end of the tunnel, just as Khal had promised himself all those years ago. [/SIZE]

 

[Reverance]

Location: Breaking into the complex
Allies: [member="Laguz Vald"], [member="Khaleel Malvern"], [member="Dakita Calfur"]
Enemies: None
6/20

The stairs clattered with silent activity as the Wrath descended into the beating pulse of the complex. As he came down a second flight, he was met with the deer in the headlights look of warehouse worker. Jumping the final six stairs, he grabbed the man and pinned him against the wall. Three well placed head butts caved in the mans face before he flung him over the railing, descending into the lower bowels of the facility. Gabriel wiped cleaned the blood from his face, smearing it upon armorweave robe. He leaned against the wall and peaked across the threshold into the main complex.

Things were moving slow and fast all at once, industry abandoned but once prominent as workers found purpose in the sinews of a corpse slowly decomposing. He knelt down and moved in, beneath the pathways above that would give such good shooting prospects to the opportunistic sniper. Like fish in a barrel. He tracked that presence, noting the inclinations and standoffish positioning of those who had taken to this experiment. Wedging himself between a couple of boxes, stacked high, he cloaked his presence and appearance in darkness as he waited for the activities to begin.

Pulling out a few magma pebbles, he began to tinker mindlessly, as he waited for festivities and science.

 

[Laguz Vald]

[9/20]
Allies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"] | [member="Dakita Calfur"] | [member="Reverance"]
Objective X: [REDACTED]


Xir body melded around the stock of the rifle, securing it firmly in place — better than any tripod, Laguz always said — and then the sniper took aim. It was as natural to xem as breathing was to other people, for it was something xe'd been doing decades on end now. The air slipped out of xir lungs in a light exhale, xir whole musculature relaxing on command as the barrel moved in millimeter increments with small manipulations of xir structure, flesh as if boiling and bobbing underneath the leather of the trenchcoat.

Xir finger caressed the trigger, then, and soundlessly, the pellet was flung forth, propelled by the verpine mechanism of xir rifle.

A life was snuffed out in the span of a millisecond, a body collapsing between two crates. The rest of the people below perked at the sound, exchanging odd and seemingly worried looks as they sought to discern the source of the noise.

Another click, another down; xe always made sure to pick isolated targets, a method made much easier by the maze of crates and shipments in the hangar below. Soon the floor would be littered with cooling corpses lying in pools of their own blood, but the real fun was in guessing how long it would take them to figure out who was the cause of their rapidly dwindling numbers.

Well. Fun.

 

[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
[4/20]

This Mr. Vereen was an interesting one he didn't smoke a common thing, what made him interesting was his reaction to Alisha a fast burst of anger which dissipated almost as swiftly as it came it was odd. He would have to look around that. He was glad Draco was willing to help he would make things easier, after all whilst hope was the best motivator fear was still pretty damn good.

His main focus was on Miss Arceneau's envoy she was an interesting one and he wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to work with danger "The opportunity to work with your organisation I will not pass up, is Miss Arceneau interested in absorbing ORO?" He smiled "A fleet , I like that ... pomp and circumstance appeals to me" He listened as Alisha outlined her current plan "I have a slicer at work already, when she reports back I'll get her on this, I think a chat will be most benificial" They would need to play fast they couldn't let this wilmot prepare for the blow he needed to be put down in one punch.

"Do you think we will need more hands on deck?"

 

[Corey's OOC]

Sept

ATC Fleet
Allies: [member="Danger Arceneau"], the Holy Credit, The Bantha Spirit and Jawasexuals
Enemies: Other people, Peregrus, anxiety meds and people who are part Vong.


The thing with the women of this galaxy and Marek Starchaser, he wasn’t exactly the best to most. But to a few? He could open up. Danger had been his mentor when he was still wet behind the ears during the Techno Union’s early days as a think tank for the Confederacy. Now? He was the Foreman of the galaxy’s premier industrial center.

Just what? How was he supposed to open to her about the Force bantha fodder? With Sasha this would be easier, but Danger? “Geonosis tried me a bit…harder than I’ve done in a long while. I mean, you know, I’m not like the rest of the Hegemony. But then? I had to reach into parts to assist how I could.” Regardless of the outcome, he wasn’t going to just be sitting around idly. Needed to do something.

“And it just… shook me.” Hard.

 

[Micah Talith]

Apatros
Objective: Steal some Cortosis... too?
Allies: Me, myself and I
Enemies: [member="Orick T'ane"]
12/20

Tap Micah’s cheek, oh it would land,
and of course, he would go sliding back in the sand.
He was after all fighting a man grown,
but such logic or common sense was thrown.

In its stead, the challenger would give a grunt,
Sliding forward with a foot and punt,
A dirty fighting trick i’m sure,
a scissorkick to the face maybe secure.

Either way, this fight would certainly be,
hilarity ensues and glory see.
For pride and honor demand it so,
that the scoundrel with the swarthy face turn to dough!

 

[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][12/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The bullets started spraying and Khal could feel the fear rising in the warehouse.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Some part of him missed those bullets, missed the feeling of controlling them and make the blood splatter all over the place with the deft manipulation of the Force. It had been clean, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]he had been the bullet[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But those were different times and he had been a different man back then, still testing out the beds and waters, trying to gather a sense of what it meant to [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]be[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] a man. What the worth was of one and what of a kind he himself would be.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And look at them right now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Whilst Laguz started shooting, Khal started spreading his fingers before clamping them down into a fist, one time, two times, four, five…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The body count was raising itself as random people suddenly felt their throat breaking in and refusing them the opportunity to properly breath, this was systematic slaughter and Khaleel didn’t mind whatsoever, these people were beasts, cattle that had lived for far too long.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Their stories were all the same. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Slavers, rapists and drug peddlers finding a new trade.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It did not make this an act of goodness.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Gray and black, Khally. The world ain’t got no white.[/SIZE]

 

[Reverance]

Location: Breaking into the complex
Allies: [member="Laguz Vald"], [member="Khaleel Malvern"], [member="Dakita Calfur"]
Enemies: None
7/20

Gabriel silently wished this place was a former popcorn factory. Cracking into a case near him, he found some sort of doodad, likely used for construction of some machine he didn't understand. Not that he would ever admit such a thing. And just then, during his search for delicious buttery goodness, he heard the whistle of a shot as a single man fell to the ground in an ever expending pool of his own bodily fluids. And then, with the gaze up of game just recognizing the sound of a rifle, additional members continued to fall.

Some in slumps, some in clumps. He watched one, with marked glee, as he struggled against a container with prying hand before falling victim to the every constant woes of gravity. Flicking a pebble with the aid of telekinesis, he bisected the hemispheres of an evaders brain with orange and viscous magma. The Yuuzhan Vong had found purpose in such tools against Battledroids but Gabriel had found that they work against organics just fine, when propelled properly.

Shifting, he determined the trajectory of the bullets given the wounds and the scorch marks against inanimate objects, honing in on the origin as he looked through the grates towards the opposite side of the facility. He wondered: how many would need to die before the process could move forward. A little bit of blood thirst was mixed in now, with the procedure, prolonging the inevitable. Cutting the cords next to him, the emergency doors sealed shut within the complex and within this specific spot, preventing escape of those who had so far survived the attack.

 

[Jennifer Blanchard]

Her ship
Allies: [member="Lucien Cordel"], code challenges
Enemies: Code issues

Shatterpoints. She knew she heard about them in the ZIllo records. The whole piece of something where if you applied pressure, it would crack. Why couldn’t it exist in code? She was really good with a bit of technopathy, not quite mechu deru but not quite not. The half naked slicer shook her head and was shouting at her computer, in triumph. She was in. And now she could stream the data. And that was what she was doing. A few more monitors, well, projections on her wall came online. She could see the code.

And she was looking for ti. Five low shareholders. The ones with biggest families. Those were easy to get. And she began transmitting the data, again through the Alliance space, civilian networks, nothing military, she was too lazy to slice their codes. Probably could spike them…

But right now? Just provide the data, the ones with families, who’d be easiest to manipulate, and who would sell fast. She sent that to Cordel with a message. “Five weak.”

Right, strong now. Political network links to the military network and now she was in both. Terrific. See? This was where she liked to be. Oh… wait, stimulus package?

She could take some of that. Just a bit, a few thousand credits to her personal accounts…

Maybe send something to Zero Overdrive, as a gift. She got on the holonet and transferred it over “So, this may be tracked, OD. GG, Casual.” Of coruse [member="Jeong Hye"] would know its from Gambit. Right. Dirt. What were the hidden files here? The ones with fingerprints from TMZ?

8

 

[Laguz Vald]

[10/20]
Allies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"] | [member="Dakita Calfur"] | [member="Reverance"]
Objective X: [REDACTED]


It was like playing cat and mouse in a specially crafted labyrinth, except the mice were actual human beings and the cat — well, as established previously, the cat could actually be a cat, but xe currently wasn't indulging that option simply because shooting a sniper rifle with paws probably wouldn't end all that well — was a vaguely humanoid creature clad in a half-ripped leather cloak whose price tag would make many a person stumble and gasp for breath.

The vials resting in xir stomach were momentarily forgotten, xir zeal overtaking reason as the shifter let xemself go, grinning as xe downed enemy after enemy. The goods below were painted red by now — well, red, and an array of other blood colors, let's not be discriminatory here — courtesy of one damned skilled sniper with a trigger finger and very good aim.

Even after the people below had started running around in search of cover, it did them little good. The creature above simply borrowed the eyes of the Barabel and sent the pellets careening at them through the crates, banking on the massive kinetic energy of the projectiles to simply tear through the "cover" and fell them anyway.

Most of the time it worked, though it seemed that some of the crates were filled with material that could withstand even the most powerful of sniper rifles.

It just meant that xe'd fire two bullets instead of one, in the end.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Ground
Objective: B
Allies: The Lonely Hearts Club Band
Enemies: This random Shareholder

He was squeemish and afraid without any assistance. My men had grabbed him and brought him to this place, little more than a shipping container for me to deal with. He was unharmed, unscratched. Physical torment was something that could be traced, seen, and reacted to. Psychological torment was something else. "You are simply going to sell your shares to this unknown third party and it ends. You can go back to your life. You will still be rich." I filled his mind with horrific visions of pain and suffering. Illusions were simple on someone as frightened as him, and Force Fear was something I had trained in significantly. Unspeakable horrors from the blackest pits of my imagination filled his vision. Each time he blinked the horrors he saw increased and each breath became harder to swallow air, his lungs constricting, his mind failing, his body tiring from my exertions. It was a simple complementing set of abilities, all related to one another. Fear is an ally. It was easy to go dark, and easier still to stay there when you had nothing left.

I fueled my abilities with my own sorrow, loneliness, fear, and hatred. Rage pulsed through me since I had lost her. There were no leads, no ties, nothing. She had simply dissappeared. And it was my fault. If I had not been away on Geonosis I could have stopped it. I could have saved her. She was gone now. And it was my fault. And I would take my guilt and use it to fuel the fire of this man's torment. He agreed to my conditions. He signed the paperwork. But I did not stop. There was so much more pain to expel from my heart. So much more sorrow. Each time he closed his eyes, he would see the horrors I conjured for him, I placed in his mind. He would not sleep well again for many weeks to come. But I would not kill. That was too simple and too easy.

"Objective complete mister Cordel."

 

[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][13/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]By then his blood was pumping, heart beat growing in its intensity as the situation escalated in full bloody warfare of way to way. They had realized where the shots had been coming from, bullets spraying into their direction and Khal decided to get up and personal.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Didn’t mean he would go without style though.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Thugs were gathering up and Khal jumped down, his fist punching into the ground and releasing a short shockwave that send them flying everywhere and giving him some room to maneuver. Got hit in the shoulder by a lone bullet, armor soaked the damage up and Khal grabbed the offender - kinetic energy wrapping itself around the neck and snapping it, before throwing the limp body against some other smugglers that were trying to get away.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]No mercy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Khaleel continued his bloody work.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Arms lashing out, energy collecting itself between his fingers, it wasn’t all game and stuff. There was beauty here, art, it was a collection of still moving pictures that together formed a mantra of death and destruction.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]For once Khal felt at peace, as kinetic energy was unleashed from his hands and around him broken bodies piled up.[/SIZE]

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

Steam from the hot mug of caf made a cloud of condensation. It didn't matter; there was nothing work looking at. No worlds in view, no nearby nebulae. Just a vista of endless black and stars. She could watch the stars for a good while when she was in the mood, but not when she was on the clock. Using the sleeve of her uniform, she wiped the condensation away and turned on her heel.

"Right, bring me a holo map of all the trace particles found in the system," she called. They'd been at this for hours now, sweeping the system to find the hideout of the pirates who'd made several raids on the mining colony recently. Every time they had lost pursuit in the asteroid belt. Every time there was a hyperspace signal a few hours later. They clearly had a good landing spot, or a hollowed out asteroid and they meant to find it.

 

[Alisha'ven]

Location: B
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Lucien Cordel"]
Browncoat Industrial and Mohc Extractives
13/20

“Indeed, until next time Mistah Vereen,” Alisha would tell the man, giving him a lingering look. She would then turn to the former High Councilor of the Fringe.

“Arceneau Trade is not interested in acquiring mines on Apatros beyond the ones that already rightfully belong to her -- the others were merely overseen by Mohc Extractives and Browncoat Industrial at the behest of the Techno Union Leader, Mistah Starchaser.

That agreement has made both profitable as the range of ATC in terms of shipment leads to a steady supply of profit. That agreement is all we are interested in maintaining. The deeds belong rightfully so to the Techno Union.”

A glance at her datapad would give her more information.

“The fleet should arrive within ten minutes.” a pause, then a grin, “Doubtful, but one can never have enough of an iron fist to make an example, my Lord.”

 

[Orick T'ane]

Location: Apatros
Objective: Recess
Allies: None yet
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"]

Orick watched the kid fall from the hit, was he expecting something harder than he got? Orick wanted to think that maybe the kid was playing at getting attention, but someone that was force sensitive always got attention, even if they didn't want it. He stepped forward a bit and was greeted to the face, hard enough that he could taste blood in his mouth. the laughter on his lips dies, but only momentarily, the kid had spunk and he wasn't one to quit.

Orick took a step back and allowed the kid to stand, there was no honor in beating a kid while he was on the ground. He wondered if the boy would listen to reason, " Listen kid, you don't have to do this, you can just go ahead and walk away, and let me get back to my business. You can get along and go back to whatever jedi academy you came from and get back to acting high minded." He didn't think it would work, but maybe he would get smart before Orick had to get serious with him.

 

[Laguz Vald]

[11/20]
Allies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"] | [member="Dakita Calfur"] | [member="Reverance"]
Objective X: [REDACTED]


When you've been bursting heads with high-powered weaponry for more than two centuries, it can only constitute entertainment for so long before it becomes boring, and Laguz was finding the maze game ever more trifling. Now, razing an opponent with as much effort as it took to lift a single finger — quite litreally, even — was all good an well, but it couldn't sustain someone like the shifter for very long.

With that in mind, the better half of the trench coat couple finally decided to up the ante and get down with the rest of them. Promptly shoving the rifle back into xir body, Laguz grasped a beam and dug in the hot pink nails… er, claws, actually, sliding down to ground level in one smooth descent.

Xir legs bent at the knees as xe cushioned xir landing, and xe quickly swung out a leg to trip a rushing opponent before xe could be caught like a sitting duck. Xe then proceeded to pounce upon the prone man, ripping his throat to shreds with one fell swoop.

The sniper rose back to xir full height which seemed to grow and grow, the coat tearing at the seams as the skin of the shifter grew ever more green, xir smile spreading into an ominous grin.

"Come to mamma."