Dominion Ratatata-Makatak-a | GA Dominion of Makatak

[The Human]

Makatak Shipyard​

Exfiltration Transport: Flatwell Cloaked Carrier Cruiser, 3x TIE/ST Stealth Transports, Starfighter Support
Allies: 10x Elite Raptor Super Commandos, 1x TIE/ST Stealth Transport (6 in Alpha, 6 in Beta)
Personal Equipment: Force Armour and Mask, Two Lightsabers (x) (x) ,2x Nadir Repeating Blasters, Whistling Bith Shotgun, 2x Whistiling Bird Grenades, 2x Bouncing Multi-Purpose Grenades (Concussion), Weaponized Breaching Oxidizer Foam (1 Use)
Big Weapon: The Bomb (Mixture Outside! BAD! BAD! COLLAPISUM!!!!)
TAG: Spirit of Virtuosity Kalie Alverez Mesmer Liedran Kathause (Open)


The entire infiltration team had actually not been through a Hanger on arrival, but rather an area of the Shipyard that was cut into from an airlock. The Hanger plan from Mesmer would not have ended then very well but things from both of their ends, got possibly way worse.

The Human kept pacing around, sensing some presence he could not accommodate for and it kept bugging him badly. On one of his last pacing, he felt the presence to turn and see a particular person in some form of...stealth outfit, pull out two charges inside it that were the size of two large metal trash cans. One of which, was the Baradium charge that was safely inside the case but the other one...was the Collapisum charge. His eyes would bug out the moment he saw that, seeing her push them through into outer space as her words rang into the ears of the Human.

"These seem important,"

When the daggers came back up, he did not even have a moment to even think of an attack, he was in complete shock over what just happened. Haon Hafey, the man who actually made the explosives, always told how badly it was to handle just the collapsium without blowing himself up and now, it is floating out into space along with the baradium charge right next to it. What, how, when? His mind did not wrap around it all till finally after two seconds, he yelled in pure anger the first thing that came to mind, holding his lightsaber diagonally in a defensive position of Soresu.

"You BLITHERING IDIOT! That was COLLAPSIUM! You just sent one of the most volatile explosives into space where anything hitting it, we all go up! It was designed to be a kilometer hole with half of it being from that!"

At that moment, he did not even attempt to think of whether or not he had succeeded or failed, this is now a matter of survival. Rather quickly, he extended his left hand and let loose with the Force, the uncontrolled nature of his as it became a wave, ripping pieces of the metal nearby on the walls and ceiling. All the while, the now useless bomb that ticked down would be shoved as harshly as possible into the doorway and straight through it with a loud banging noise. Following through, he kept his defensive hold on the lightsaber and charged forward, not intently wanting to fight, but to survive.

This...is really, really, really, REALLY....BAD!

 

[Maou]

BYOO

Aiko Hayata
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Corellia - A-Town - Ozai

The lift dinged and Maou stepped out, the movement sending his black coat billowing out behind him. The noise startled Sai, who was standing behind the bar speaking in hushed tones with some street urchin wearing a cheap red mask. It had been a long time since he walked on his own two feet. His fight with Bernard had left him scared and injured. Weeks spent in kolcta and in deep meditation had cleared his wounds and his mind. The news of his arrival, and the state he was in, had emboldened old rivals. Families that had once been sworn to him now ran rampant in A-Town. Even, he noted as he approached the bar, some of his own.

Sai cleared his throat as Maou sat. Silence dragged for a few moments as Sai, currently in his real persona, Kenta Uremeshi, cleaned glass after glass. The leather of Maou's coat creaked as he leaned forward and put his elbows on the bar with a thud, his red photreceptors falling on the Ronin.

"How did this happen?" Sai looked away.

"We don't know yet Maou."

"Nine. And you don't know how? Or Who?" A muscle twitched in Sai's cheek. Good. He was angry.

"I don't know what to-" Before he could finish his sentence Maou was on him. The servos in his armor made him faster and stronger than most men. The glass shattered against the floor and it wasn't long before Sai's face had joined the shards. The move crashed through the bar sending yet more glass into the air. The lift dinged again and Orochi stepped out, properly masked. He was on his knees in moments, prostrating himself to Maou.

Glass crunched under Maou's boots and knee as he knelt beside the pinned man. He leaned in, his large red skull inches from Sai's ear.

"See?" Maou hissed. "Orochi knows his place here. But it seems you have forgotten, been lax, since I have been away on Coruscant." Muffled grunts and the sound of struggle and sliding glass filled the quiet club. In one fluid motion he stood and lifted Sai with one hand back onto his feet. Shards of glass from the bar and bottles were lodged into his bleeding chest and swelling face. All Sai could do was huff, probably a breathing technique to limit the pain, of which there would be much with a shard of glass as long as his finger and thick as his thumb lodged just above his left eye. Blood had already filled it the eye and he doubted he could see out of it.

"Go take a bath." Maou muttered. Still huffing, the disgraced Ronin inched his way across the bar, trailing blood. "Take me."

"Looks like I got here right on time," came a distinctly Corellian voice. Behind his helmet Maou smiled at the cybernetic smuggler.

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Corellia - A-Town
Tunes

Nine corpses were strung up on the outskirts of A-Town. Specifically they were on one of the few land highways that connected Gold District to Blue District. CorSec choppers were already on the scene, scoping out the area. A cordon was stretched across the highway and a curfew had been placed over A-Town. Maou and Orochi stood on a building watching the scene as CorSec security droids attempted to pull the pieces down. They were kids really. Nine of Sai's runners. Mainly low rung dealers. There was a message in an old, rarely used, formal dialect of Atrisian.

"Should have stayed away from home"
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"Its not a coincidence. You know this, Maou?" Maou crossed his arms and nodded. Atrisian gangs that had slipped out of Yokai control had reportedly had similar attacks on their people before splitting. Orochi craned his head up and looked at Maou confused. "Then that stunt with Sai-"

"He has grown lax. I would have thought my time away would have finally taught him initiative. Yet here I am. Here to clean up his mess. He should have found and dealt with whoever this was or died before I got here." His ruby gaze fell on the businessman. Orochi nodded in understanding.

"What will you do about the other bounty?" Jak asked, stepping forward. Orochi flinched and looked sharply at the Corellian man. Maou shrugged in response though.

"They won't find me. They probably think I went off to Brotherhood space." Maou looked up at the sky. Somewhere up there the Masamune was hiding, waiting. That seemed to satisfy Jak who turned and made his way back to the skycar and hopped into the driver's seat.

"Well, then let's get out of here before the Green Jedi show up. Those lot are uncannily good at spotting people like you." Maou grunted and followed the Corellian into the car with Orochi close behind. He would find who did this.

And he would crush them.

Maybe it was time to take a trip to Atrisia and pay his "respects".

"Call Aiko. I'm going to need transport to Atrisia. The other families won't be happy to see me. I'd rather let her know of the shit storm coming her way."

 

[Kalie Alverez]

ACTIVE AGENT: KALIE ALVEREZ
LOCATION: MAKATAK SHIPYARD, HALLWAY
PRIMARY OBJECTIVES: OBJECTIVE II: MAKATALKING ABOUT? (PROTECT SHIPYARD)
FRIENDLIES: Mesmer Liedran Kathause
ENEMIES: Dalos Cameron Marlon Sularen

CURRENT OUTFIT: THE INFILTRATOR

CURRENT ASSETS: X4 LUJIAN GUARDIANS​

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Orkish pushed forward, teeth gritted together as he tried to focus in the midst of the blaster fire impacting his armor despite his best attempts to deflect all of them with the saber. "They're pulling back!" He yelled over coms as he witnessed the troopers pulling back behind another door. He instinctively felt his adrenaline kick in with a feeling of victory as he moved forward in pursuit of the retreating enemy, but then heard his companion yell something as well,

"Orkish! Pull back! Grenade!" His companion had been further back and was able to see the dying trooper drop the grenade with his last breath. It was like slow motion as Turmish witnessed it roll underneath Orkish's feet. His eyes were wide as he looked up desperately at his friend, unable to help him.

Orkish looked down at the grenade as it rolled between his feet. He then looked up at his fellow Guardian, a sense of shock and terror instantly flooded his body as he realized his fate was sealed. He had no time to think, only knowing of one possible action that he could do in this last moment...

"For Lujo!" He yelled with an obvious tremor in his voice as he fell on top of the grenade with his body, activating his wing shield, using it to try to shield the explosion from the others.

"NO!" Turmish yelled in despair as he attempted to run towards his friend. He only managed to take one step before the massive explosion erupted, which instantly disintegrated Orkish and threw Turmish backwards onto the ground as the resulting flames consumed the hallway. Orkish's sacrifice had shielded much of the direct affect of the blast, saving the life of his friend.

Turmish was dazed as he slowly picked himself up off the ground, stumbling forward in a hopeless pursuit of the fallen Guardian. Part of the floor had been disintegrated as well, revealing a hallway below them. Smoke and fire filled the hallway, making it difficult to see.

"Report!" Kalie yelled over coms as she frantically terminated the connection to the main frame. She had finally pulled everything that was valuable off the system. She pointed her SMG at the console and lit it up with blaster fire, destroying the entire system. Now she had the only copy of the data. If they wanted the information, they would need to get it off her cold, dead body. She attached the data pad to her armor as she bolted to the door with the other two guardians right behind her.

There was nothing left of Orkish. Not even remains could be found.

She gritted her teeth, moving past the molten hole in the ground and beckoning the three remaining Guardians to follow her as they began to slowly approach where the enemy troopers had disappeared moments before.

"We've got to get past them and get to the bomb." She said solemnly. "That's our only hope of making it out of here alive."

"Yes mam..." The Guardians said with a heightened level of awareness at the likelihood that none of them would survive the day.

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

MAKATAK

Aiko Hayata

Nothing in the galaxy was truly free.

Every favour, every gift, every act of kindness was a tally mark against your name. If you were lucky, the exchange and expectations were clear at the time you signed up. If you happened to be unlucky, the terms you agreed to were held in secret and revealed at the perfect time to exact maximum leverage. To take it personally, to be offended, was to demonstrate no understanding of business. Supply and demand, payment and loan, investment and dividend. An endless cycle of credits moving through the galaxy, flowing where they needed to in order that the wheels kept turning.

Having been on the giving and receiving end of countless bribes over the years, Tithe had no misconceptions that a favour would follow the millions in credits Aiko had provided to his election campaign. Today, she came to collect.

“Ahh yes, Hayata’s seat at the table.” The addition of the Atrisian corporation to the roster of business interests with a seat in the Senate chamber had not been without controversy. Whispers of Aiko’s extracurricular activities ran rampant since her appointment to the earnest chamber. Despite the countless jobs and opportunities Hayata Corporation brought to the Alliance, not to mention their efforts to help rebuild Coruscant after the Brotherhood attack, her rivals were intent on bringing her down. Her generous donations to the Corporatist cause and their shared link in the Trade Federation placed Tithe firmly on her side. “The holonews… what I can I say my dear, their interest levels are lower than Aargau. The next news cycle will bring a new fascination for their banal audience.”

“But now, as for this other matter…?”

 

[Siv Dragr]

H U N T

Objective: CorSec Bounty Fufillment
Location: Correllia | A-Town
Target: Maou | Yokai Personnel

Corellia.

Siv Dragr had set foot on the ancient shipbuilding world once or twice, and had been unimpressed each time. For all the pride Corellians had in their heritage, you would not be at fault for believing it to be the most splendid planet in all the galaxy. But what it really was, was another diry ecumenpolis polluted by industry and millions of years of sentient inhabitation.

Siv's target was simple; Corellia's law enforcement had put a price on the head of a troublesome local crime gang, and thanks to the Galactic Alliance's treaty with the Mandalorian Enclave, that meant that Karjr had jurisdiction within the Core. Everything was becoming more expensive lately, and Siv was finding himself short-changed on credits after the repairs to his armor following the operation on Panatha. Besides, hunting took his mind off of his brothers languishing in the realm of the Nether.

He tried to keep himself inconspicuous as he made his way through the Blue Sector of A-Town. This part of the city wasn't so bad, an island of wealth amongst a sea of poverty. But wealth attracted all the wrong crowds, and although a cloak did much to cover his otherwise-distinctive beskar armor, he could still see furtive glances cast his way; some uneasy and wary, but others with a hungry gleam in the eye. Fortunately if any thought to try and take the armor off of him, they didn't move to try, and Siv made his way unaccepted to his destination: the Ozai nightclub.

"No bounty hunters," a large human bouncer grunted, crossing his arms and moving in front of the door prohibitively when Siv arrived at the front entrance. His eyes were moving up and down Siv's Mandalorian armor, measuring him up. The music coming from inside pulsed loudly, and glow from strobing lights shone on the moonlit street.

Siv paused, standing mere inches from the bouncer. The bouncer was roughly five inches and a hundred pounds heavier than him, but Siv didn't consider the man a threat. Then again, getting inside with violence would only draw attention. "I'm not here for trouble," Siv assured, "I just wanna buy a couple of drinks to celebrate."

The guard raised an eye but the offer of business seemed to have him thinking. "Hmph. 'Sa toll entrance for your type. Five hundred credits, up front." Siv knew that the credits wouldn't go to anyone but the bouncer's own pockets, but it was the path of least resistance inwards; he dug the credits out of a satchel and forked them over. The bouncer pocketed them and with a malicious smile moved aside, letting Siv in. Siv gave the bouncer a grudging glare before walking inside.

Now to find his targets.
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[Aiko Hayata]

T H E_T I G E R
Aiko Hayata|Makatak|Corruption
Tags:// Aerarii Tithe

Music​

"Those little agents of that blue-skinned creature have been investigating my business affairs and private matters, two of them in fact, and they've been trying to wire my assets and bug my offices for a while now."

She sighed and rolled her eyes as if it were a common pest that was the problem at hand and not two live and breathing agents of the state. The pair had been snooping around her centre on Coruscant, asking for tax sheets and access to Aiko's business contracts. She'd entertained them as much as she could tolerate it, but the novelty wore off, and the pair had become troublesome given the fact Aiko intended to get into the senate.

"Now I am a perfectly reasonable person, Tithe, but I won't tolerate them for much longer, see to it that your Chiss dog rescinds this investigation."

Aiko's calm voice twisted and changed, tinged with an undertone of malice as she casually implied what she had in store for the agents if Tithe did not use his position and intervened.

"After all, you don't want two cadavers staining your term in office, dear."

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Atrisia...

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...1:00am​

Chibusa club...

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"What's it about," inquired the gravelly voice belonging to Tatsuro Ayama, eyes pinned on the camera feed ahead showing several figures departing a speeder outside the neon-lit streets. Ayama was one of Aiko's many captains who worked the street level and headed one of the many Sekiko Kaibatsu sets and crews.

"Those fucking yokai junkies strung up and beheaded in Corellia, no doubt Kiyoshi shit himself when he saw it," replied his bodyguard, a heavyset man adorned with tattoos up his arms and chest.

Ayama knew about the situation as well as anybody else, all over the news on Corellia as the holonet kicked into a frenzy of hysteria and rumour over what had happened. A few low ranking dealers and sicarios ambushed, tortured and strung off a bridge over a major highway. A hallmark of miss Hayatas trade. A couple dozen Sekiko Kaibatsu sicarios disguised with dusty IDs and dubious personas entering Corellia via Hayata corp, striking just as quickly and brutal as they left the planet.

A message. One marked in blood. The only type Kiyoshi understood. Miss Hayata didn't tolerate other Atrisian gangs that got in her way. Especially not when they stood on a planet as lucrative as Corellia.If Kiyoshi had come to talk it out, he were a smart man, but if he had come to draw blood then he'd made a bad move.

"Make sure that him and his men are unarmed before they come in."

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Ayamas bodyguard nodded and left promptly.

Maou ​

 

[Lyrrin]

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Allies: Kalie Alverez Mesmer Iris Arani [Open]
Enemies: Dalos Cameron [Open]
Forces: 4/4 GU-Series Spaceport model police droids

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Kalie's distress call had not gone unnoticed. Already security personnel had responded but for Lyrrin this was a personal fight. Kalie was not only a friend of his but he also had a deep loathing for the Maw's agents.

As Lyrrin quickly walked through a brightly lit hallway he was proceeded by and followed by police droids. The droid held their RG-4D blasters at a semi-readied stance as they marched quickly through the corridors "Kalie." the agent spoke into an encrypted commlink "This is Lyrrin, where you? How many Maw are there?" he asked with a focused tone. Though as the briskly moving column continued their trek the scars of the confrontation began to show. They were on the right track though how far behind he couldn't be sure.

Sounds of fighting echoed throughout the facility and the SIA agent came across a busted doorway. The droids at the front, with some effort, widened the portal before the group continued on their path "The Maw don't stick around they must have an escape plan." he said to himself. It dawned on Lyrrin then that the likely scenario was that there was some form of starship waiting to take the agents away from the planet once their mission - whatever it was - was completed. Lyrrin then brought up his holo communicator from his belt and activated it, hailing the SIA Post "This is Agent Lyrrin. Hostile operatives are in the Shipyard. We may be too late to intercept them on the ground. You have to scramble interceptors. Alert the Defense Forces." while Lyrrin didn't have the authority to make such strategic calls the suggestions of SIA agents rarely went unheard.

 

[Mesmer]

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Location: Matalak Shipyard
Objective: Fulfill Contract
Allies: Kalie Alverez Lyrrin Liedran Kathause
Enemies: Dalos Cameron

Equipment: 2x Daggers

Collapsium charge? So the Maw had made some sort of upscaled seismic charge. She wasn't sure what why he was freaking out so much however. Volatile though it may be, explosives generally needed a charge of energy to actually ignite, hence why seismic charges like the Void-7 made popular for centuries used exciter disks to actually ignite the collapsium charge. Handling it or something hitting it wouldn't set it off, or otherwise you could never make a bomb with whatever substance you were using.

Her head tilted. "Unless you plan to step out into space and shoot it, it won't be going off anytime soon."

The man had dropped into a Soresu stance before launching a blast of Force energy at her, powerful enough to rip panels off the walls and send the oversized paperweight with a timer down the corridor and through the door. She made no move to stop or even counter the Force wave, allowing herself to be carried by it into the wall... and she went right through the wall.

A moment... and she stepped back through, daggers at the ready as he charged. A faint blue and white glow surrounded her daggers. As she prepared for close quarters, her contracted ally in the command center, this Agent Alverez would receive a message: Bomb Neutralized.

 

[The Human]

Makatak Shipyard​

Exfiltration Transport: Flatwell Cloaked Carrier Cruiser, 3x TIE/ST Stealth Transports, Starfighter Support
Allies: 10x Elite Raptor Super Commandos, 1x TIE/ST Stealth Transport (4 in Alpha, 6 in Beta)
Personal Equipment: Force Armour and Mask, Two Lightsabers (x) (x) ,2x Nadir Repeating Blasters, Whistling Bith Shotgun, 2x Whistiling Bird Grenades, 2x Bouncing Multi-Purpose Grenades (Concussion), Weaponized Breaching Oxidizer Foam (1 Use)
Big Weapon: The Bomb (Mixture Outside! BAD! BAD! BAD!!!!)
TAG: Spirit of Virtuosity Kalie Alverez Mesmer Liedran Kathause Lyrrin (Open)


The old saying, one cannot simply teach someone to understand, is becoming very obvious to notice for Dalos. While yes, it generally would require someone to simply shoot it, a gentle nudge to hard onto the hull or otherwise, it may set itself off. Baradium which was the other half of the core, was the required explosive charge though Collapsium was much worse in volatility. When one shoots Baradium, the explosive is not to bad and an be handled rather well. Collapsium on the other hand, if ignited, produces almost an energy field that pulls gravity inward. Baradium is required to actually set off the entire chain reaction and make the iconic look of the Seismic Charge...but just Collapsium, it is still dangerous.

Even worse is if it actually found the other fuel source during the pull inward...it won't be a very stable explosion and the result may be even more disasterious than realized beforehand. A bulge at the center before flattening and exploding is the general way it is handled...but if it bulged elsewhere, it may result in a very unstable ring, possibly even multiple but in smaller variations. Regardless, he does not want to be here to find out if it does ignite, whether it ever does or not. That is their problem now.

The Humans problem was this annoying, stupid, idiotic person before him that seems to defy every bit of thing he does and was growing very annoyed at it. While he did charge inward, he had known that this was a very unique enemy and every action he does, could be counteracted rather easily. In his mind, every possibility seemed to be worse than the last till a plan was finally reached. He could not actively defend against the daggers, he hypothesized from her unique ability to...phase though as he may have to call it, but the person may not be able to stop what is around it.

Once Dalos finally arrived at the end, he did the only thing that made sense, going into his robe quickly, he pulled out the last of the Weaponized Breaching Oxidizer Foam which was in a large plastic container. Flicking the lightsaber on the top end, he exposed the mixture into the open air as it started to expand on a rapid pace, yellowish foam started to foam out and dropped it onto the floor as it began to seep and rust into the floor the person just pushed the charges into. All the while, he would make one strike against her on a diagonal slash, downward right with one hand, with his other hand reaching into the robe as he had a plan...but it was not a good one.

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Beta was not doing well, not at all. Two members were down and the whole plan was going down even worse. Each step they made, another set of security went to meet them. This smelled more and more like a set up, every moment they stayed here. The response was extremely rapid and people were set up with far higher security than expected. There was no doubt, someone had exposed everything about them and this, this was to soon change. As blaster fire opened up, both teams, Alpha and Beta would regroup as they screamed over each other.

"Where the fuck is Dalos?!"
"He stayed behind! He is at the Bomb!"
"Damn that idiot!"

More blaster fire erupted, the team was surrounded and the timing was getting worse. They backed into a hallway and almost in unison, shot the controls out as the Blast Doors started to close to eliminate some entry to their area as one yelled down the hallway.

"Prep the Ship! We are taking off now! Firestorm, FIRESTORM!"

Firestorm was a phrase to describe a firefight, not only gone south, but was so far south that winning it was not only above impossible, but the entire scenario was now completely unwinnable. Survival was all that matters and it became imperative to just evacuate who they can. Dalos was lost and the pilot sent an encrypted message out towards the Flatwell, it would take time but it would soon start prepping all starfighters for launch, each portion carrying Prototype Stage TIE/PI Interceptors, Codenamed MK II. Haon had not finished all the kinks in the design.

One of the biggest failures of the newer design, as the original set of TIE/PI had virtually went close to extinction after the battle against the Galactic Republic, had to redesign from scratch. The new issue, was they no longer carried Deflector Shields but otherwise, kept their design the same as before. High whines of their starfighters could be heard in the hanger bay as they started to take off in groups towards the Shipyard, a total of 120 of them in ten squadrons at blistering speeds. The Flatwells unique cloaking device dropped as the entire cruiser started to form into view. All the while, the Raptors would attempt to jumble into the transport and close the hatch to their transport as they began to disembark from the station. Their fight, was about done.

Their Exfiltration, was soon to begin.

 

[Maou]

BYOO

Aiko Hayata
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Atrisia - Chibusa Club

The music of the club thumped against the hull of his skycar. He looked across the cab into Orochi's eyes. He was already wearing his mask, a black Oni covering the lower half of his face. With a sigh Kaito looked down at the red helmet of his armor before putting it on. For a moment, everything was black, but only until the photoreceptors activated and his HUD lit up his world.

"Shall we? It was a long trip. I could use a drink." Orochi's eyes narrowed.

Aiko was a vindictive woman. But she was old blood. Too much of the old blood stayed away from Corellia, so it only made sense that Sai hadn't recognized her calling card when it came. But he had seen her handy work before. He'd never been on the receiving end of it though. Had he really come all the way to Atrisia to start a war?

No. She had done that. Or at least she seemed to think it was what she wanted.

When he got out of the car the entire vehicle lurched. In his armor he stod nearly as tall as a wookie and the man who tried to take their weapons looked ready to piss himself. But Maou didn't give him to hard of a time. Just watched him with piercing red eyes as he took blade after blade, blaster after blaster off of his person, save for the blasters hidden by reflec in his coat. Orochi only took a single vibroblade and a holdout blaster from his coat and they were let in.

The vibe was definitely different than Ozai. He wasn't sure if he liked it. He and Orochi were brought into a back room past the staring and watching eyes of the Atrisians in attendance. He wondered how many of them were rivals of Aiko's. Good. He looked weak right now. He needed to strike back like an Atrisian Tiger.[/FONT]

 

[Kalie Alverez]

ACTIVE AGENT: KALIE ALVEREZ
LOCATION: MAKATAK SHIPYARD, HALLWAY
PRIMARY OBJECTIVES: OBJECTIVE II: MAKATALKING ABOUT? (PROTECT SHIPYARD)
FRIENDLIES: Mesmer Liedran Kathause Lyrrin
ENEMIES: Dalos Cameron Marlon Sularen

CURRENT OUTFIT: THE INFILTRATOR

CURRENT ASSETS: X4 LUJIAN GUARDIANS​

The enemy troopers appeared to be retreating as they had still not encountered them as they ventured further down the hallway. Kalie held up her hand, stopping the Guardians behind her. She needed to take a look at the security feeds to figure out what was going on. She pulled up her data pad and accessed the cams, looking for any signs of the enemy. She was able to find them… it looked like they had regrouped and were making a mad dash to get out of dodge….

Kalie’s heart sank… she feared that such retreat meant that they had decided to arm the bomb without collecting the data.

Right then, a familiar voice crackled over her comms, sending both relief and greater fear pouring through her body instantly. If the bomb was about to detonate, that meant that it would not only be their lives in danger, but now Lyrrin ’s as well!

“Lyrrin!” She exclaimed over her coms, “There’s a bomb in the shipyard! You should pull out, I don’t know when it will detonate! There are twelve Maw troopers and a commander of some kind, he might be Sith… I didn’t get much of a look over the cameras…. But the troopers are retreating right now which means we might be ready to blow!”

Suddenly another message appeared on her screen, stating simply that the bomb had been neutralized. She stared blankly at the message for a moment, wondering who might have sent it… then she remembered that M had communicated to her earlier that she had contracted an assassin to aid them. She quickly assessed that the assassin had effectively neutralized the bomb, a sense of relief washed over her.

“Scratch that! Bomb has been neutralized! Be advised that we have a friendly on board… an assassin. I’m heading to the likely coordinates of the bomb… sending them to you now! Meet me there if you can!”

She rallied her Guardians and they began bolting through the hallways, heading directly towards Dalos Cameron and Mesmer ’s location to confirm the bomb was truly neutralized and to meet up with Lyrrin .

 

[Tren Chaar]

E V A L U A T E

MAKATAK​

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Chaar wove his way through the Makataka military campus toward the landing field. He’d seen enough. While the Senate may have decreed that planetary defence forces were capable of moving from their safe home bulwarks to the frontline, Chaar was not convinced. They were second rate soldiers, choosing the safety of their defence force over the glory of the Galactic Alliance Defence Force. They would be porgs to the slaughter against the Brotherhood of the Maw, and even worst, would only get in the way…

An unfamiliar voice snapped Chaar out of his pontification. The commander looked up to find another commander in glossy white armour asking if the drills we over.

“I’d hardly call them that,” he explained flatly as he studied the officer. The armour was similar to GADF standard issue, but the embellishments were off. Mercenary? Corporate militia? Another so-called ‘planetary defence force’? The proliferation of military spending throughout the Alliance was truly unfathomable. Someone was making a lot of credits behind the scenes to arm these groups.

“Combat advisor?” Chaar asked, an Umbaran of few words. He’d heard rumours that the Alliance was bringing in experienced shooters to whip the planetary forces into line. If it was that case, he might not be the only one with reservations about how the two-bits locals would fare in the heat of battle.

Apollon | Iris Arani​

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

MAKATAK

Aiko Hayata

“A horrendous happenstance of government overreach,” Tithe replied as he shook his head. While he had firm suspicions about what went on in Hayata Corp, he preferred to spare himself the details - plausible deniability. That IVI and her SIA agents were snooping around spoke volumes to Aiko’s business dealings; simple white-collar crime was the prevue of the Galactic Alliance Monetary Authority auditors. Rieki would make sure to wash the credits through the Aduba-3 accounts before they landed in the Corporatist Party coffers.

“How about this, you leave this unfortunate business with me,” he added. “It’s the least I can do given your generosity to the Alliance.” The contracts afforded to Hayata Corp to help rebuild Coruscant had gone a long way to getting the ecumenopolis back on its feet. That those same contracts also lined the pockets and Aiko and the Trade Federation were simply a reward for hard work and the right connections.

And the not too subtle threat had certainly helped solidify any reservations Tithe may have had about helping the Atrisian matriarch.

“Until then my dear, I bid you adieu.” The Aargauun bowed his head in respect to his business partner. “The demands of state never cease.” The Chancellor and his human replica-droid made their way back to the shuttle and were joined by his Senate Commando retinue. His senior chief of staff handed Tithe a holopad with briefing material for their meeting with the head foreman of the Makatakan shipyards.

“Ahh yes, this, uhh, Star Forge,” he could be heard exclaiming as he crossed the landing pad to the awaiting turbolift. Business awaited. “Quite the name. I say, are we quite sure that they’ve been forthright in their dealings to date? The last thing we need is a costly investment on the border of enemy territory…”