Pretty stuff...Can I has it? (ORC/TSE skirmish)

[Vaudin Miir]

The Sith were one of those groups of people that tended to be one with the suck, or at least as far as the more free and easy type of folks in the Outer Rim were concerned. This newest batch of black leather bosses were reportedly more bureaucratic than some others but if you ask a bush pilot, a cargo jockey, or spanner turner what was worse than a power hungry jerk, they'd tell you paper work almost to the being.

So, the rag tag band of misfits, trouble makers, and altruistic losers got together and decided maybe someone should do something about something, or something.

The orders were to divide into two groups and hit Snusnugaunt like a mynock on a powercable.

((Location Linky Linky: Snusnugaunt (Shusugaunt)))

The business hub was a pristine high end marvel of architecture and professional excellence...shame if something were to happen to it.

The ORC had decided to dress up as known galactic baddies and bring the pristine hub closer to the grunge-side. Really, christen it with all the magnificent crap that the rich, powerful, and just delusional like to sweep under the rug, but, ya know, dressed as not ORC people while doing it.

((ORC objective 1: Wreck, deface, and rob the business hub.
ORC Objective 2: Keep identities hidden via disguise or whatever you feel like. Cosplay a tauntaun if you want but no need for the smell.
TSE objective: Beat down and unmask the miscreants.))

The Sea labs, the deep heavily protected kolto gold mine of the Sith Empire and main objective of ORC command. (also the excuse they used to get approved for the mission). Another group of ORC members have worked to get the location of the labs and now have to put those plans into effect. Command wants intel, samples, and incriminating photos/files from staff consoles. Why the last part? Blackmail, mostly, but public shaming couldn't hurt.

((ORC objective: infiltrate the sea labs and extract intel and anything useful without getting caught. If caught get out in one

TSE objective: Catch dem inside, howbowda?))

If you can't tell from the tone, please have fun.
xoxo TSE&ORC staff​

 

[Jorus Merrill]

OBJECTIVE A: SURFACE BUSINESS COMPLEX

As the Sith Empire's public kolto distribution nexus, the Shusugaunt facility's aboveground portion saw a good deal of legitimate traffic. In the cargo hold of one such freighter, a portable stealth device turned off, revealing a group of ORCers in the masks of galactic villains. Jorus went first, squirming out from between heavy crates. He plopped both pilots with a stun blaster, nice and easy, then rendezvoused with the group at the airlock.

"We're good to go," he said, hefting the stungun. He adjusted the rubber mask for a better fit. "Zeradias Mant, reporting for duty."

 

[LT-137]

Outer Rim Territories // Raioballo Sector // Shusugaunt
Objective A: Surface Business Complex.

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It was just another day for the Thyrsian Mercenary, as the downtime between assignments from his shadowy master and his contemptible superiors stretched onwards.

Khonsu had completed a mission that his Praetor had burdened him with days prior; leaving the man to slog his way through countless checkpoints in Sith-Imperial space as he made the return journey to rejoin his Legions. His aetheric pilgrimage had led him to the watery surface of Shusugaunt, where he was slated to have his supplies replenished, and the Sunrunner’s stores filled to bursting with Imperial Kolto.

As one crate after another was being funnelled into the cargo bay of his starship, the Sun Guard himself had been enjoying the opulence of the facility from a nearby café. With a steaming cup of re-caf in armoured hand, the man reviewed his logs and watched the relatively peaceful exchanges of the installations inhabitants pass him by.

While it was admittedly boring for his tastes, he had a good feeling about today. There was nothing that could be done to bring his spirit’s low.

 

[H3xle]

Location: Outer Rim Territories | Shusugaunt | Business Complex | Tonshu Dojo
Objective: Aleph - Surface Business Complex

Clack-Clack-Clack-Clack

The sharp tones of wood hitting wood resounded within the dojo as Qade focused on her movements and the movements of her opponent. She bore a practice staff in either hand, each about sixty centimeters in length made from Wroshyr wood, matching the staves in her opponents hands. Both of their hands were a blur, their movements a combination of battle honed instinct and muscle memory as they searched for an opening in the other's guard.

They were beginning to settle into a rhythm, which was both natural and dangerous. The body often sought harmony with it's surroundings, especially in exertion, but syncing rhythms with your opponent gave them a clear picture of your tempo, and the first to successfully break that tempo would often be the victor.

Keeping this in mind, Qade took another step to her left. High block, thrust, high block, kick. Step left. Low block, front kick, high block...

Then Qade took a step to her right, moving out of the way as her opponent attempted to break her tempo by pre-empting what he thought was going to be her thrust with her left hand stave to his groin. Instead, his front kick found air, and her foot took him behind his left knee, and her right stave landed a sharp blow to the back of his right elbow as she continued to move to her right, around behind him. Her left hand stave struck his left wrist, followed by her left foot pressing into his back, throwing him to the floor.

Before he could do more than land, Qade slipped forward, left knee on his left shoulder, and her right arm poised to strike again.

"I yield!" She heard him mumble around the side of his mouth as he tried to twist his head and be heard. "I yield."

Qade remained in position for three quick heartbeats, then stepped back into a ready stance. Her opponent rose to his knees, a pained smirk on his lips as he looked over to her and nodded.

At that nod, Qade lowered her weapons and bowed. She took a step back and knelt as attendants helped her opponent back to his place, and the Dojo's Master took the floor.

"Excellent work, there, both of you." He made sure to look at each of them for a moment, then went forward with the training. "Talia and Krrwyr, take the mat and choose your weapons."

Qade continued to breath in through her nose and out through her mouth as she watched the next set of combatants.

 

[Rakaan Horne]

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SHUSUGAUNT

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BUSINESS COMPLEX

There was a tension that hung in the air. It was palpable. Whether in the form of flexing grips, sweat drops down a forehead, or a vacant stare of deep thought and intensity. Maybe all three at once. None of these men were apart of the Outer Rim Coalition, but instead molded themselves among their ranks for a long enough time to have them believe as such. When this raid was made apparent, though? One of these thugs had an 'accident' and 'shot themselves in the foot', forcing them out of this conflict. Convenient, truly. It's where they needed an extra man to complete their objectives alongside the ORC, and the unlucky soul who got his name drawn from that hat was simply Kole Harper. The HRD who thinks he's human. A telling story, but a sad reality.

It was Kole who's grip tightened around his weapon, had sweat trickle down his forehead, and blankly stared at seemingly nothing. Suppose it was all three.

Whilst those from the depths of Nar Shaddaa's Shadow Town were definitely outlaws, they were apart of this operation all the same. It meant they followed the rules, ran with their gimmick, and joined the rest. Kole had spent time in ORC Space before, some of their members were known to him, but it was unlikely that it worked both ways. An isolated introvert kept to himself, and even then, Harper wasn't very good at making friends. It came with the volatile violence of a man that often found himself backed in a corner in terms of one's lifestyle.

Over his face was a rubber mask that imitated Khonsu Amon, the Thrysian Sun Guard, and leader of the Golden Company. Oh how Kole would hate it if the man ever saw him in such attire. When the choosing of masks came it wasn't as if Harper was ecstatic to snatch his favorite of the lot, but instead grabbed the first thing his hand found a decent enough grip on. The crate they huddled inside opened wide, and those within let loose stun rounds that took care of the dock workers that opened it up. Here's hoping they can all make it back in one piece.

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[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Eredenn Prime -> Shusugaunt

"You will help us cause mayhem among the Sith Empire" she told a teenage anarchist human girl, in an attempt to mind-trick her.

"I will help you cause mayhem among the Sith Empire... but how?"

Before she was to arrive on Shusugaunt as part of an ORC operation, she had to make sure that she had the right toner, because she. From experience, she knew that most people didn't seem to complain about where it came from, nor its varieties, so long as the quality could be guaranteed, so when she donned that Darth Venefica mask, Janick didn't hesitate one second in preparing the toner refills, with the oblivious customers not realizing anything until it's too late. Meanwhile, the teenage anarchist was wearing a mask of one Joycelyn Zambrano, and also undertaking an attempt by Janick to have some knowledge downloaded from Janick's brain to hers via memory rub. The knowledge to produce some homemade copier toner that would disrupt the photocopier's connection to the grid and also cause it to overheat, as well as how to make refills of toner cartridges with it. And hopefully cause the ionic content of the toner to propagate among the power grid of the facility it is located in, disrupting the facility's power grid, provided the burst of flames actually hit the power grid. With the supply of photocopier toner now ready for use, she gave another instruction about her role in the operation, mind-tricking the anarchist to make sure she would obey the instructions.

"For the duration of this operation, you're an Island InkJet employee responsible for making toner refills"

"For the duration of this operation, I am an Island InkJet employee responsible for making toner refills"

"But let's use your real name for your name tag, even though I cannot use mine for my tag"

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Location: Shusugaunt business complex
Objective: Refill the copiers with toner

With the heavy crates filled with their homemade copier toner, Janick and her temporary accomplice parked right in front of one of the loading docks of the complex, loading those heavy toner crates onto a hover cart, with [member="Jorus Merrill"], erm, Zeradias leading the way before she did. Wearing one of the edgier items in her wardrobe, along with her Darth Venefica mask, she advanced towards the lobby of one of the main buildings in the Shusugaunt business complex, with a teenage anarchist kept in tow for the resupplying of ink toner. But she wasn't giving the all clear to the anarchist to start refilling the complex's copiers with toner, not until she introduced herself to the people working in the complex. If my estimates are correct, at the rate they are using the copy machines, they need refill at one point or another, sooner than later, and the anarchist will start with one of the copiers that has no toner left in it, she thought, while she tried to walk as naturally as possible while that Venefica mask was still worn. Now that she was at the main lobby of the business complex, where suppliers checked in for deliveries before the delivery proper could be made...

"State the purpose of your business" the receptionist asked Venefica, not suspecting who really was underneath that mask.

"Darth Venefica, and I'm here on behalf of Island InkJet to discuss a possible deal regarding the supply of copier toner"

"Lord Venefica, what a honor to meet you"

"Dispense me with the pleasantries, but I would like to know how much toner you're actually using on a weekly basis: we offer you weekly refills, with emergency refills on demand, at a lower cost than OEM toner cartridges"

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

Location: Outer Rim Territories / Shusugaunt / Business Complex

Objective: Beat Down and Unmask any miscreants.



His bored demeanor stood out, and it wouldn't take a genius to figure out that Noatyr was bored. He had been patrolling the area for what had felt like days, and so far nothing interesting had happened.

He would have expected something to happen at this point, like some small group of civilians suddenly starting a riot, or maybe some saboteurs coming around for a quick little game of ''Make everything explode.'' However, so far none of that had happened. He had accepted the job for some excitement, not to mention because he had been given the choice of being shot in both legs or take the job, yet nothing was happening.

The Sith were rather paranoid that something was going to happen at some point, and so he had been recruited as an extra keeper of the peace, as it were.

​''I really should've considered the third option of making an enemy of the Sith and being on the run for the rest of my life...'' ​He joked aloud to himself, since at that moment, nobody seemed to be close enough to overhear him.

​​''Not that it matters what I should've done anymore. At least I'll get paid for this boring job...''​ He groaned internally to himself.

Turning a corner, and shifting his rifle in his arms for a better grip, the young man raked his gaze through the row of crates before him. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary, just like his other rounds, but that didn't mean there wasn't something wrong. He let his senses wander a bit, but discovered no signs of hostility.

Maybe this would be an easy paycheck for once.

 

[Sebastian Thel]

Objective: Gather Intel
Location: Sea Labs
Allies: [member="Gib"]

White walls encircled the observing tilt of Sebastian's head as he moved through the corridor of an underwater laboratory. On another day of work, he bore the content smile of any Imperial citizen and carried a clipboard under his arm. He wore a pristine lab coat and exchanged glances with researchers, locking eyes with the Or'zet disguised as a member of the maintenance crew. With a second to spare, he confirmed that every thing was in place and proceeded with the operation at hand.

"Good morning Sebastian!" A female scientist with pink skin chimed as she walked past. Nodding in acknowledgment, Sebastian offered her a coy smile as she returned the gesture. Times had changed for the mathematician, who gave his skills to a greater cause.

A pair of metallic doors stood at the end of the corridor, which he stopped ahead of and ran his false identification through the scanner. The system flashed red and rejected the pass key. Security must have been heightened in the wake of the conflict. Stepping backward, Sebastian cupped his chin in his hand and ran through a series of figures in his head. He tapped into the security terminal and rearranged the pass code into numbers he could decipher, which he entered into the terminal and used to bypass the system. The door surged open and he looked over his shoulder to see Gib.

"What if we stage an emergency to clear workers out of the lab? Then we'll be free to collect samples." Sebastian asked while the corridor was empty. He turned around and waited for the doors to open, checking on either side for security forces.

With the hiss of machinery, Sebastian and Gib entered the holding area of the laboratory where computer terminals beeped away. Tanks of kolto stood at the side of the wall around researchers testing samples in trays. The doors surged close behind them and scientists walked by, some recognizing Sebastian from the previous days he had worked in the facility. With the orc towering behind him, he took his place at one of the computers in the center of the room.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Business Hub
Side: ORC
Objective: Distraction, shopping
With: [member="Zef Halo"]

A chain of adhesive glitter bombs detonated in the commercial district of the business hub, covering consumers and their wares alike with sticky, garish sparkles. While technically an attack, the twinkling assault was not constructed to be deadly or even harmful. It was a distraction, plain and simple. The best they could come up with on the ride over that didn’t involve endangering a swath of citizens.

“Ooh, this is cute.”

Joza didn’t typically stand out in lingerie stores. However, the figure armored from head to toe with a voice modulator delicately holding a pair of women’s underwear certainly looked out of place among the pink, frills and lace. The store’s associates looked a mix between terrified and confused.

Joza turned her head towards the nearest employee, revealing the crudely drawn mask of [member="Darth Carnifex"]’s face that was slipped over her helmet.

“Is this real spidersilk?” The multi-toned modulated voice certainly garnered some looks.

The employee hesitated. “Y…yes?”

“Oh, good.” She helped herself to an armful.

Never did she think she would be panty raiding The Sith Empire.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Business Complex | Tonshu Dojo

ATTN: [member="Qade Weir"]
OTHER: [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"][member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Kole Harper"] [member="Khonsu Amon"]

'Zeradias Mant' slipped through the door, stungun at the ready, and found himself facing a room full of combat students. He let out a long, slow breath that sounded like '...oh'.

The training centre's master eyed him like Jorus eyed a rack of tomo-spiced Karkan ribenes. Stun gun, rubber mask, obvious taozin amulet - clearly the intruder was up to no good. "Take him," the teacher snarled.

The stun gun dropped the first two, and then the next were on him. Someone in here had the Force: the gun shattered in his fist, leaving Jorus with hands and feet and the rubbery face of Mant. Not much to work with.

https://youtu.be/lP7zh_SRVNM

 

[Zef Halo]

Business Hub
/w [member="Joza Perl"]

If a heavily armored impersonation of the Sith Emperor by his Zeltron daughter was not enough, certainly seeing the Sith Emperor shopping for panties was a sight one could hardly erase from their memory.

In the middle of this commotion stood the man who certainly did not fit this 'childish' show. Grumpy, with a cigar in the hole of his rubber mask of [member="Darth Saarai"]. To annoy him even more, Joza had him wear fake wings on his arms. This was not the end. The meddling kids of the Coalition had called him for a smuggling job. Little did he know what it was the moment they were here and his daughter shoved a rubber mask and the faux wings at him.

He'd been moaning about this ordeal ever since.

"Cluck, cluck." One hand with a blaster and the other with a bag gesturing at the cigars.. He'd intentionally targeted the wealthiest of shops in the hub. Mavrillo Tabac was a renown intergalactic brand but only the underworld knew of the corporation's underworld activities.

"S-sir, I don't und-" The vendor began.

"Cluck, cluck."

"S-s-"

"Cluck, cluck, karker."

"I d-d-"

"Are you fethin' dumb or what, kid? Cluck, cluck, give me the cluckin' cigars."

"Oh-" Boxes of cigars were shoved into the bag willingly.

"That's the spirit, I mean...cluck cluck karkin' cluck."

Fethin' ORC.

I mean.

Cluckin' ORC.

 

[Irajah Ven]

Allies: Caf, TSE I GUESS, usually [member="Dr. Jain Ve'Rah"]
Objective: Do my feckin' JOB

Doctor Vain Jar'he did not look up as [member="Sebastian Thel"] and [member="Gib"] entered on the far end of the lab. The figure, masked (though for very different reasons than the hooligans above), bent over the tank, seeming to carefully watch the half dozen small creatures swimming about within.

Suddenly, quick as lightening, a hand darted out. A small splash and something thrashing in the tank and then it was held aloft above the water. The masked face tilted slightly, looking at it for a moment. And then just as swiftly, the movements sure and practiced, they injected it with the syringe from the other hand, a small tag affixed to a fin and it was let go again to swim back into the tank. It headed to the bottom corner, sulking with two of the others at the insult.

Still again, Vain watched, then noted something on a data pad.

Reaching over absently, the figure pulled a cup of caf toward them. Tipping it up beneath the base of the mask, a soft 'hmmmm' exhaled. Good caf. It was always good caf in the Empire however. Well, for Vain anyway. They wouldn't tolerate anything less. And as a direct servant of the Dark Lord, people tended to supply what was necessary.

Mmmm good caf, yes.

The masked figure made another note.

 

[Delaney Wilder]

Allies: Water, TSE, usually dearest [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"].
Enemies: [member="Gib"] & [member="Sebastian Thel"]
Objective: Welcome their guests.

"You should really try and drink more water, Vain dear, all that caf is bad for you, you know." Jain murmured as they entered the room and settled down right next to the other masked figure. Their gloved hands wrung gently around the cup of water Jain was cradling, taking measured sips as black holes studied the bustling and active swarm of the room.

Science at work.

How beautiful.

"Mmm, pH levels?" Finger circled around the controls and noticed the injection had caused it to rise for another 2%. Hm. Interesting- but before they could bring that up a pair of newcomers entered the room. The large being was an unknown quality, though the uniform said maintenance. Jain was quite proud how the Empire gave equal opportunities for all species.

Very understanding.

The other was Sebastian, such a nice boy, Jain always tried to give some encouragement. Goodness knows he could use it. "I am going to say hi to Bas, dear, enjoy your experiment!"

Measured steps took them past the busy busy scientists, until Jain appeared next to Sebastian.

Almost out of nowhere- but that was another thing those active with the good doctor would have grown used to. They had the intrinsic talent to appear out of seemingly nowhere within the span of moments. Merging out of the shadows and into existence like it was nothing. Perhaps a trick of light, application of speed or perhaps they were truly born out of shadows as rumors go.

"Aw, Bas, hi there. Good to see you! You haven't been in a while- what have you been up to?" Innocent question, but there was... sharpness in those eyes.

 

[Rakaan Horne]

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SHUSUGAUNT

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BUSINESS COMPLEX

"Kole, c'mon." A Duros spoke with a hint of agitation in it's voice, and some worry concealed by the mask of a notable Sith. The music that played throughout the store was rather loud, it's volume elevated to greater heights since being entered. Who to say did it, Kole didn't know, didn't care. It wasn't like it mattered. It did, however, echo through the pristine halls. It's sound unfamiliar to those from Shadow Town. Concluding that it must be of Sith Empire origin, only played in these parts. It wasn't as if the group ever came to this neck of the woods, anyways. Everyone had heard the ghost stories about the Sith, knowing full well to steer clear of them and their territory. Yet then again, they might just be exactly that: ghost stories. None of which here knew what the truth was, and here's hoping that they never found out. "It's not here."

Harper didn't see eye-to-eye with a lot of the criminals from Shadow Town, but this Duros in particular was really the kind that got under his artificial skin. Too big for his boots, voice too loud for his ability to back it up, so on and so forth. All too many of them back 'home', if you can even call it that. It spoke again, though this time through gritted teeth as it marched forwards with aggressive determination, "I said, c'mon!" Placing a hand on Kole's arm as if to grab him and pull him along. There it was then, the one singular act that set about something this Duros'd regret, if he even lived to regret it.

Time to meet the Devil.

Those few words represented all too much. An insatiable desire to unleash all the pent up animosity in a volatile and violent display despite knowing full well that it is 'bad', and immoral. Drifting further away from perceived 'humanity', and into nothing more than a very dangerous boy. His fists curled, and his eyes went wide and wild. The Duros, perhaps for the first time in a long time, felt true fear. Punches soared, unconventional objects were grabbed and used as weapons, even finding itself thrown into objects that fizzled and electrocuted the alien upon being thrust into them. Ultimately, the Duros was thrown the glass, landing face first- unmoving. Whether it was dead or alive, Kole didn't know, and he didn't bother to check. His fists remained curled as he stepped through the shattered glass wall-like window, into the hallway, and over the same glass that was crushed beneath his boot. It seemed as if in all this chaos the mask of both the Duros and himself had come free from their faces. That wasn't good.

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[member="Morgan Vance"]

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Business hub
Objective: Refill toner cartridges

"Lord Venefica, come to procurement on the 13th floor: the chief of procurement is available to meet you" the receptionist told fake-Venefica.

Everybody that owned a commercial-grade photocopier complained about the high cost of OEM toner cartridges; these ones were no exception. However, since Shusugaunt was, in fact, new to the main circuits of toner refills, Janick was in position to make the deal on a trial basis, with the hub's administration being totally oblivious to what Island InkJet actually was. A front specific to this mission (and, if the anarchist girl feels like using ORC NIMB funds as seed money, it could then become a legitimate business, but any discussion of turning Island InkJet into a legitimate business would have to be kept for later). But Janick, under the [member="Darth Venefica"] mask, took the elevator to the 13th floor of the business hub's administrative center, going to meet the chief of procurement, for whom the matter of getting office supplies was, in fact, a critical area of cost-cutting but he knew that he couldn't simply get rid of photocopiers without incurring capital expenditures. Just that Janick had to think hard of how much she could charge them before sealing the deal for those toner refills the receptionist mentioned, while taking into account the cost of labor. If I'm to fleece those Sith, may as well do so at a profit and with a veneer of legitimacy, she thought.

"You will tell me how many toner refills you need per week" she told the chief procurement officer in a very sweet tone of voice, almost suggestive even, as if to mind-trick him.

"I will tell you how many toner refills we need per week"

"You will tell me which photocopier make you're using"

"I will tell you which photocopier make we're using: we are, in fact using, about forty GeoTwist 4000s, printing, on average, 5,000 pages a week each. Name your price"

"You will sign this deal. Now!" Janick brought out a scroll of fax paper containing a standard contract form providing a one-week trial, with the client reserving the right to either renew the service contract or to terminate it, with one week's notice, with the cash to be paid on delivery, based on the amount of toner used for that specific week. "I will sign this deal, now" the chief procurement officer spoke, under the effects of the mind trick. Now, little anarchist girl, time to start refilling the toner starting from the top floor, she thought, while giving the signal to the anarchist to proceed to the next phase of operations.

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

The disturbance was almost instantly noticeable.

The first thing to assault his ears was the sounds of a skirmish coming from one of the nearby buildings. The second, was the sight of a man wearing fake wings, holding one of the vendors at gun point. Then there was the sight of what looked like a heavily armored Sith, and then he heard glass shatter a good distance away.

​​''So much at once!? Just my bloody luck. Well, might as well deal with this in front of me first, who knows, maybe it'll go smoothly.''​ Noatyr briskly approached [member="Zef Halo"], and coughed once to signal his presence. He could've just shot first and asked questions later, but he liked to think he was above such tactics. He'd rather try and talk things out first. Sides, there was always the chance that he could be the one to die.

Might as well try. This job wasn't fully worth his life. Maybe this was some sort of test? There was a Sith just hanging around after all...wait a minute... Sith didn't bother with these kinds of tests!

''So, what is this...?''​ He scowled. His paranoia meter was already filling, and his senses went on the full alert. If things went bad, he had no doubts that he could move quickly enough to avoid his own untimely death, and if things went fine, he'd have to investigate the other sounds.

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Kole Harper"]

 

[Not Ordo]

Location: Unda da sea

Allies: [member="Sebastian Thel"]

Creepy creepers from creepsville: [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"] [member="Dr. Jain Ve'Rah"]
Gear: Toolbox of...tools and a datapad complete with cracked screen.

The labs were pristine with the strong stench of cleaning fluids and chemicals too numerous to list. The over bright florescent lights beamed from flush ceiling ports so numerous that the ceiling seemed to glow. The Or'zet, who had only recently learned he had an actual species wore spotless white overalls with a name badge that displayed the name "Holdlaw" in blue cursive embroidery on his left breast pocket. It was a minor miracle he had gotten the maintenance job in time for this, or at all for that matter.

"Probably better wait until we, uh, have to go." He said to the young math person guy, who was his only contact for the moment in the labs.

Gib watched the young man beat the security at one door, mouth working as he formulated a thought that he wanted to be light hearted and encouraging, but only...

"Uh, wiz work, kid." Was all that came out.

He followed the young guy into the next room and watched with open mouth, slightly morbid, fascination as one of the weirdest pairs of people he had ever seen did something equally weird by the water tank. Little swimming...somethings were swimming in the tank and Gib had the sudden impulse to move through the labs and as far from these two as he could to so the job.

He looked between Sebastian and weird egghead numbers one and two then decided to find something interesting about his shoes as he walked to the door on the other side of the lab.

'Just gonna fix something, somewhere your not.' He thought to himself as he held his toolbox close to his side. 'Nothing to see here, just a nobody doing nobody things, carry on being creepy.'

 

[Vaudin Miir]

Location: Business Hub
People: [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Kole Harper"] [member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"] [member="Zef Halo"] (I married your daughter and blame you for how she is) [member="Joza Perl"] (Love ya >.> <.<) [member="Qade Weir"]

Disguise: @Darth Carach

He strutted down the street with a Carach mask over his head. His majestic down turned horns jutted out from holes carefully cut on the sides. A wig imitated a mane of hair to complete the disguise. His shirt was buttoned as low as possible to show his lean chest with chest hair drawn in with black magic marker. He was going to stuff his pants but from reports he decided he was good to go. Maybe even over prepared.

He made finger guns at people as he walked by and found the nearest highscale booze seller in the district and tossed open the doors.

"I AM DARTH CARACH!" He announced loudly as he entered and crossed his arms over his chest, "LISTEN TO MY SMOOTH CHOCOLATE VOICE. THE BRIGHT CURRENT SAYS YOU WILL BE ROBBED EXIT OUT THE BACK AND I WILL DEAL WITH THESE RAPSCALLIONS FOR YOU."

He threw in a careful hair flip to emphasize how pretty he thought he was as he oozed sex appeal probably better than the original. A woman moved to exit the front and he raised a gloved hand.

"NO WOMAN, I WILL MAKE THE LOVES LATER." He said with a wink that probably didn't show through the eye holes of the mask, "Leave from the back now and you will be first in line this evening."

He stood as people slowly shuffled around and slowly made there way toward the back exit. They were going really slow. Le sigh.

He reached a hand out to the side and called a completely fake lightsaber with a holographic red blade to his hand and turned it on.

"LEAVE OR FACE MY SEXY JUSTICE!" He bellowed and actually got lucky as they bolted out the back.

He rubbed his hands together like a kid in a candy store as he looked at the crystal bottles and the huge wooden barrels in the back. Bon fire anyone?

 

[Sebastian Thel]

Location: Sea Labs
Objective: Gather Intel
Allies: [member="Gib"]
Enemies: [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"], [member="Dr. Jain Ve'Rah"]

Sebastian wanted to thank Gib for his compliment, before the doors to the laboratory surged open. They were placed in the midst of scientists tinkering away at tanks of kolto, some containing small creatures which swam around. Two scientists, whom Sebastian could never tell apart, were among those testing the effects of the kolto on live subjects. As he approached the computer terminal, one of them stopped them in his tracks.

"Oh hello Doctor Jar'He... I mean Ve'Rah..." Sebastian shook his head frantically as he tried to remember exactly which one of the scientists was greeting him. "Nothing much." He did not know if that was a lie or just his poor attempt at small-talk. "I finished university and started doing some freelance work." Sliding one hand into his pocket, he felt sweat gather between his fingers as he held the clipboard in the other.

"And then I wound up here." Sebastian finished and looked over his shoulder for Gib. He saw the orc man wander over to the wall, where he mentioned fixing what Sebastian could only assumed was laboratory equipment.

"Say, what is the experiment you're currently working on with Doctor Ve'Rah? I mean Jar'He!" Shaking his head in self-frustration, Sebastian allowed the scientist to explain the current work of the laboratory, hopefully leading him to samples or important information concerning the supply of kolto.

 

[Irajah Ven]

Allies: Caf, TSE I GUESS, usually [member="Dr. Jain Ve'Rah"]
Other People that I'll only pay attention to if they make me: [member="Gib"] [member="Sebastian Thel"]
Objective: Do my feckin' JOB

"I drink water," came the mechanically altered voice, though even with that distortion the irritated defensiveness came through.

"Just not when I'm working." Vain took another sip of caf as if to punctuate that.

Of course, Vain was always working.

Perching on a tall stool beside the tank, the figure hunched like some strange bird, tapping the datapad with gloved hands at a rapid pace. Beaked mask occasionally would rise, check a reading on the side of the tank, then tip back down to focus on recording again. It seemed as though the figure was completely ignoring what was unfolding between Sebastian and Jain, but when the young man asked, the mechanical voice pipped up, short and hard.

"If you don't already know you don't have the clearance to know, so go waste oxygen somewhere else."

It was one of the best ways to tell Jain and Vain apart. One was nice. The other?

Significantly less so.