Red Ravens Dominion of Syvris

[Red Ravens Storyteller]

Syvris, a seemingly unimportant moon.. Unless you're maybe a less than law abiding citizen. Then it became very interesting indeed. Home to a sizeable shadowport and populated by smugglers, drug-peddlers and thieves, Syvris was a heaven to some and a hell to others. One thing it was though, was free. Well. Providing you weren't a slave. And didn't owe anyone any money. But you were free to run away, or kill your master. You were freee to get yourself in debt, or get yourself out of it. There was no law enforcement agency to speak of, and no true government. In that way, Syvris was free.

Whether or not it would remain that way was another matter however. It had managed to draw the attention of the criminal organization known as th Red Ravens. They were a group who knew a business opportunity when they saw one. Beyond the added income if they could get a slice of the illegal activities that went down every minute of every day, there was the convenience of another relatively unknown port to act out of, and it allowed them to continue their steady inward creep as their influence and power spread. The treaty with the Sith meant they couldn't outright attack the Black Suns for territory any more, but that didn't mean the competition wasn't just as fierce, it had simply turned into more of a race than a battle. The fact that almost anything could be found on Syvris if you had the credits was an added bonus, and there was always someone desperate enough to take any job, no matter how suicidal.

The Ravens would find staunch opposition if they just showed up guns blazing however, the people of Syvris were fiercely independent and resented any attempt at having regulations imposed upon them. The Ravens would have to be craftier than that to manage this.


How you arrive and where you go is up to you! Read the OOC Thread for the locations as well as how this Dominion is going to work, I strongly suggest not leaping in until you've read it, for your characters sake.

 

[Blair]

Who'd have thought there would be so much fuss over such a small moon? The Red Ravens had wanted Syvris for the benefits that came with holding claim to a place like it, so of course Deborah and her Star Striders agreed to help with yet another takeover in the wake of the Raven's slowly but surely rise in power. Though given the information that she and her small gang of mercs received it was clear this wouldn't be a normal case of landing and showing off the bigger firepower before taking claim. The people who lived on this moon were more-or-less cemented to it. They wouldn't budge just because the Ravens said so. This eant things had to be played a little more delicately.

Deborah agreed to take her group to a Gentleman's Club run by some matron woman who they needed to "talk things over" with. Deborah made it clear though, no firing unless things got out of hand. Part of it was playing peacekeeper for now and Deborah, knowing that the owner was a woman, thought it be easy to settle things girl-to-girl.

When her ship landed, the DM Mantis, she exited with only four of her men accompanying her. The rest of the strider members were told to wait for any word. If things went sour the ship was the only means of backup and/or escape. Deborah only prayed they'd be that lucky or that the matron who they were dealing with would be a little more lenient to speak with. All dressed up and ready in her crimson jacket, covering her robotic right arm with a glove to fully conceal it, she and her men made their way to the club.

As they walked towards the establishment Deborah had to consider who was with her and what they might be facing. Her chiss teammate, who was a talker like her, her zebrak, who was more the muscle of the group next to her, the aquilish, who was more of a shoot first type of guy, and a young human male, who was more-or-less a rookie. Not the best but no worse off if she'd gone alone. They were probably going to deal with doormen, lots of armed men inside, and likely the women too. Not to mention those same girls might have been the sneaky types, putting their hands all over you just to swipe anything and everything they could in the process. Deborah knew, however, they didn't make a move without her say so. Otherwise she'd kill them herself just to make it clear.

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[Red Ravens Storyteller]

The building the Star Striders approached was old school, and reeked of credits. With pillars and decorative gutters and various other unnecessary affectations for a building built on a moon where the weather was strictly controlled and it never rained. The entire thing looked to have been built out of marble, or a similar equivalent, there were massive windows treated so that noone could see in, though doubtless those inside could see out and they were built of sturdier stuff than glass, the two huge doors were made of real wood, imported at great cost and buffed to a rich shine.

The lack of visible seecurity hinted at lots and lots of hidden, expensive security. Clearly credit were not an issue for the Gentlemen's Club.

One of the doors opened soundlessly, swinging out as they reached it, revealing a fairly dark hallway within, the floor carpeted in red and the walls wood on the bottom with the top half wallpapered in a fleur-de-lis pattern. A Devaronian in an expensive black suit which nevertheless managed to scream hired help stood blocking the door way. He eyed the five Star Striders, clearly unimpressed with what he saw. One eyebrow rose as he drawled;

"And you are?"

[member="Deborah Waller"]

 

[Blair]

Seeing the so-called "club" Deborah had a feeling on how this place started. It made her skin crawl a little. As bad as she was even she wasn't that cold at times. Once they came to the door and saw the Devoiran bouncer Deborah looked him up and down before raising an eyebrow. Hired help? For such a place as this? Either they were really low on credits or they spent it all on something else. Likely some unseen security features to this place. Still, best to keep it to herself for now.

Speaking to him she said "Deborah Waller. My friends and I are hear to discuss some business with your boss."

"Think of this as a house call." her chiss member added. "Or rather club call. Trust us, my good man, we may be armed but we come in peace."

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[Red Ravens Storyteller]

"Your ship isn't in the database. I have no record of you."

The Devaronian was not backing down, and clearly had taken offence to the 'my good man' line. It wasn't surprising that the Club didn't just let unknown armed beings in to wander as they willed. What might have been surprising was how unconcerned the Devaronian seemed. A doorman or bouncer at your average establishment would be at least a little worried about the interaction going south. After all, he was outnumbered and appeared unarmed.

A canny observer would probably conclude that the security must be excellent.

"What aspect of business are you involved in Ms Waller, and who are these... men."

He clearly couldn't bring himself to call them gentlemen.

[member="Deborah Waller"]

 

[Blair]

Even for a hired hand this doorman was stubborn. Deborah could see it. If either because he was paid that well or if his employer was keeping some sort of tab on him to keep him cooperative, Waller didn't like it. Thankfully for her and the other the chiss had spoken up again. Part of the reason she'd brought him anywhere was because he knew when to talk, even if it got nowhere. He always did liven things up a little.

"Look, we're representatives for a much bigger group. We're formerly known as the Star Striders. Thing is we've grouped up with this other group you might known called the Red Ravens. Since we've joined all our info's kinda dissolved into their resources. See what I mean? Now I don't want to sound off or anything, but they're really itching to take this moon. Along with your boss' place here. But we were sent ahead because our boss thinks it's best to talk these things out first. So all we asking is for a little chat with the lady in charge. We'll even give up our weapons if it means just that, right guys?" He looked back only for the men to give grimaces or grunts, at which point he looked back and said "See? They're a cooperative bunch."

Deborah didn't know if it helped or not. Given that the chiss just basically gave a mixed bag of news that was good and bad at the same time there was no real way of telling if the devaroian would bite or not. If he did then Deborah would agree to give up her weapons, otherwise they'd have to play things the hard way.

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The doorman remained unimpressed, he even rolled his eyes when the Chiss mentioned taking the moon. Whether it was because he thought the other an idiot for putting all his cards on the table to the doorman, or because he thought such a thing was impossible was hard to tell. The Devaronian was silent for a moment, his gaze shifting over their shoulders. Either there was someone behind them, or more likely from the way he ever so-slightly cocked his head, he was receiving instructions through a hidden comm piece. They were common enough tech.

"You are presentable."

He nodded at Deborah.

"These others.."

He looked them up and down, gazing darkly at every wrinkle and scuff.

"Are not up to par. If you insist, we have spare uniforms we can lend to two of your men. Your choice who you bring. Obviously weapons will be confiscated. In future, only the Captain of any vessel or the top two members of any organization are invited within the Club."

It was clear he'd rather have just shut the door in their faces and be done with it. Someone inside must have been interested, or else was just in a good mood.

[member="Deborah Waller"]

 

[Blair]

There was a bit of relief when the doorman agreed, under the conditions of course. Hearing them out Deborah looked back to her men, wondering if it was better to actually bring any of them along. Given it a moment she said "Then I'll go in alone." Her men began to protest before she said "Wait out here. You guy still get to hold onto your guns while I talk things out." Even the chiss tried to say something but she shot him down with "You've done enough talking. Anymore and your tounge's going to grow a hernia. Leave this between us girls." After that she turned to the the doorman and opened her jacket, revealing her body holster where her two blasters were. After handing each of them to him she said "I'm ready when you are, big man."

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[Red Ravens Storyteller]

A little of the hostility left the Devaronians stance as he stepped aside to let Deborah in, though he still shot the Chiss a dark look before shutting the door. He accepted the blasters, and without any gesture on his part, a section of the wall slid out revealing a small locker, roughly one foot by one foot. It was empty of anything else, so chances were either everyone else knew and obeyed the rules, or there were more storage lockers in other parts of the wall. Once again, it hinted at money, and security. Money because something so high tech was hidden in something that looked low tech, and security because it seemed as if the locker had been triggered remotely. Probably to ensure that no doorman could be threatened into opening a locker and arming someone.

A slim Askajian girl approached, clad in a black pencil skirt and a button up white shirt, her brown hair pulled back in a bun. While technically presentable, something about her screamed secretary fantasy.

"If you'll follow me Ms. Waller."

Once she was sure the other woman was following her, she padded off down the Hallway.

"This is the main Den Ms. Most of the Gentlemen like to sit here, if the Lady makes an appearance, it will probably be in here."

She opened a door, obviously sound proofed, for as soon as it was cracked, the sounds of laughter and talking spilled out. There were plush high-backed armchairs, a fully stocked and manned bar, and walls lined with bookshelves, as well as the occasional discreet holopad terminal. Several men, and a woman or two, all currently human or near-human were sitting or standing around, some chatting, some conversing intently.

"You can key in an order at any of the terminals if you'd like any food or if we can assist you in any other way."

The Askajian waited attentively to see if Deborah would have any questions, if not, she'd head away once more

[member="Deborah Waller"].

 

[Cryax Bane]

Far too close to Black Sun territory for Cryax's liking, the moon of Syvris was a pit stain on Hutt space. But one interesting thing about Syvris, was that just like glitterstim was a gateway to giggledust, the little unassuming rock was a gateway planet for the galactic criminal underworld. The smuggling routes were key to getting spice, weapons, and various and sundry black market goods from Wildspace to the Mara Corridor, and so the Red Ravens desperately needed to gain control of the craggy smuggler's haven.

With a small army of Magna guards in tow, Cryax Bane, Red Ravens President was heading from the Syvris spacesport to a place called the Rancor's Den. To round out his regular security detail, Cryax had hired two new bodyguards for this mission. Two women that came highly recommended by his inside sources in the Antecedent security industry, a Chiss named [member="Erud'ryz'ladre"] and the human or perhaps near-human, he wasn't quite sure, [member="Kenna Raine"]. Their mission on Syvris: to meet with an unnamed drug lord at the Rancor's Den in order to discuss the man's spice supply, which would be coveted on certain Antecedent street corners. If the Ravens could get a deal going with this mystery degenerate, the easier it would be to slide right into the back pockets of the sycophantic crime lords who were held under the man's sway.

Cryax was slightly annoyed that he didn't have the name of his contact, but there was an easy way to fix that. The Chiss slipped into a cantina in the spaceport and took a seat, cracking his knuckles. He produced his Datapad and started slicing through the Holonet, looking for a back door into any networks that were even loosely connected to the Rancor's Den's systems. There was a name out there somewhere. How easy it would be to find would be anyone's guess, but if anyone could uncover information that someone had gone to great pains to hide, it was the geeky Chiss slicer.

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[Miss Blonde]

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=MmZexg8sxyk

Patricia had the whole school girl thing going on right now, cause if there was one thing a bunch of horny old business men loved. It was school girls. Patricia stood one of the stages of the gentleman's club working a pole like a sultry goddess of temptation and lust. Her short little skirt and tie waved through the air as she danced on stage grinding up against the metallic pole putting most twe'liks to shame. Well most Twe'lik dancers didn't grow up on Zeltros, so she had that going for her. The woman's movements were as graceful as they were lust filled. Climbing the pole she wrapped the back of her knee around it and slid down to land softly. Flipping onto her hands and knees she crawled sensually to some old CEO of some trading company here on this crappy planet.

She eyed the man with lust in her eyes and at that moment Patricia's confidence was off the charts. She was the reason why teenaged boys bought baby lotion and Kleenex in mass quantities. Crawling forward she approached the man and eyed him, he was bulbous and fairly plump. He had grey thinning hair and on his right hand wore a wedding band. Jackpot.

The agent had been sent there earlier to gather some intel and do what she did best other than blowing crap up and killing. Seducing, that was the name of her game and she had done a lot of honey pot missions in the past, and this one would be no different. The man looked like he was about to croak, but that didn't bother her. She got closer and closer until her face was only a few inches from his.

"Hi there handsome." She said with a little giggle afterwards

 

[Blair]

Given the state of the locker Deborah wondered if more money was used for anything aside from the decor. Upon seeing the Askajian girl come to her she was sure it wasn't the costumes. Deborah followed her into the main den where, at first glance, Deborah felt like she had walked into a lesser version of the Dragon Palace Casino. The sound proofing and all made it seem like they had fair understanding of where to put their money for customizations of the entire place. Better to drown the noise outside to keep everyone curious about what was inside. Also it made for no noise either in or out, which meant if you took someone's head off either inside or out no one would be the wiser.

When asked if she needed anything Deborah shook her head before saying "Just let your boss know I'm here and want to talk. I can handle myself from here." Thinking on hit for a moment she reached out and held the girl by the shoulder before saying "Second thought. Get me some whiskey. If I have to wait around at least I'll enjoy myself."

After that Deborah made her way to one of the armchairs and sat down, observing the place and people. Desperate enough looking men mixed with some of the finer looking ladies of the galaxy. Exactly what you'd expect in a place like this. Not that Deborah complained. She was never picky when it came to who she'd share her bed with, just as long as they got the job done. As she sat and watched the girls performing or those simply talking she tried to keep note of where everyone was. And, thankfully, they'd failed to remember her ear comm that was still on her. If anything went south she had least had direct call to the boys outside and at the ship. She just hoped if anything did happen it'd be after her drink arrived.

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[Red Ravens Storyteller]

The Chiss would find it childs play to find the information he was after. There was some perfunctory security of course, but it was the sort you got for free on the holonet, not the kind set up by rival slicers. Unsurprisingly, the Drug Baron liked to go by the alias of The Rancor. A little more digging revealed his given name to be Alejandro Domivek.

A particularly unsecured site provided Cryax with his personal comm number as well as a picture he'd sent to a woman with the message;

Spoiler

'wazzup bbgirl? Lemme b ur angel tonite, u cn b mi devil'

He also seemed very interested in sick stunts, how to get ripped, and how to kill a man with your bare hands based on his recent holonet searches.

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Red Ravens Storyteller]

Gentlemen's Club

Stanley B Stedleman had only just made it to the big time, and ever since Patrick had gotten behind on his payments to his dealer and wound up doing a spacewalk without a suit, he was the second in command at his company, which meant he got access to the Gentlemen's Club. There was no higher honour then being seen here in the suit he couldn't really afford rubbing knees with the rich and powerful, arranging business deals and sipping the best liquor while watching the prettiest girls outside the Pinkport.

Not that he'd ever tell Marjie of course. His wife didn't even understand why he'd spent the money on the suit, she'd yelled at him for almost an hour straight and did her cold and frosty routine for a week and a half after that. She didn't get that he needed it. He was second in hierarchy yes, but he was sure if he could just make a few more deals, if he could drive stock up a little more, if he could get his boss to think of him as an equal, he would get the pay raise to match. Probably his boss just hadn't gotten around to it yet.

Anyway, what did Marjie know? Now the hot little number on the stage, she knew a big player when she saw one, he licked his lips, running a hand through his thinning hair in a nervous manner when she addressed him.

"Hi there yourself girlie.. I don't think I've seen you here before."

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

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The Askajian tittered, a delicate rand raised to her mouth.

"Oh! I'm sorry Ms, but no one tells Lady Bochkareva anything. Some nights she comes out, some she doesn't. If you're looking to do business there are people from almost every sector here who could probably help you. The Lady doesn't do business herself any more, she just.. facilitates. I'll be right back with your drink Ms!"

She padded over to the bar, where the bartender was already sliding the drink over. Another example of the silent communication that was going on within the Club. Picking it up, she promptly returned to Deborah.

"Here you are Ms!"

Once tasted, the whiskey would reveal itself to be highest quality, the sort that most bars didn't even stock. Some of the patrons asked for the rotgut kind of course, accustomed to it as they were when not living it up in the Club, but most enjoyed the finer things while within these walls.

[member="Deborah Waller"]

 

[Blair]

Given the response Deborah had to whether or not this Lady Boackareva would eve see her she sighed deeply. She had to keep reminding herself this was unknown territory and h=that this was supposed to be a more diplomatic mission, even if it was part of an invasion more-or-less. It didn't help any better when it was stated how she didn't do business here anyway, somewhere else. At the very least she managed to get her drink. Once it had arrived Deborah sighed while trying to think things though. In the meantime there was harm in watching still.

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[Armand Temi]

After Dak locked up her B-7, she set her sights on the The Shadowport as she knew that some of her fellow Ravens - [member="Deborah Waller"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Cryax Bane"] - had already spread out to work the other points of interest on the lawless moon of Syvris. Even though she was interested in making a connection with the main drug baron in The Rancors Den she figured she would try to sweet-talk her way into some side spice deals so that the Ravens could maximize their impact on this ugly Rock. Plus she didn't have the same kind of security detail as the other Ravens. And if she did have a handsome body guard she'd probably just spend the whole mission sleeping with him.

With a confident strut, Dak made her way into the main marketplace of The Shadowport, knowing she should focus on liaising with a minor spice dealer but sweet Bantha balls, there were so many merchants selling clothing that it was hard to concentrate on the task. She wandered over to a stand selling bright purple rubber body gloves and was momentarily distracted by the nice array of spiked collars and gloves. Once she had pickpocketed a few baubles from the unsuspecting merchant she made her way over to a group of shady characters who were just milling aimlessly and whispered into one of their ears: "Looking for spice? Got any? And better yet - want to find somewhere to go and do it with me?"

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[Miss Blonde]

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=sy1dYFGkPUE

Patricia smiled a grin of pure want and desire at the man and let a quiet purr escape her lips directed right at the man as she pushed her head past his so it would radiate within his ear. Pulling back now she flicked her head around keeping on all fours to let the soft tips of golden lochs dance across his face in a gentle manner to make him want more. She spoke again in that honey sweet voice to the tubby chief executive officer.

"I'm new here baby, and I'm wanting to make a few dumb mistakes before they tell me I can't."

She said while moving up from her hands and legs up to her knees, writhing and rocking with the music. She began to take off the little uniform tie she wore and draped the green piece of fabric around the man's neck. She kept writhing and moving to the beat like it was second nature to her. Placing her arm back she rose onto her feel and one arm spreading her legs to give the man a very in depth look at a pair of lacy pink panties. However in a flash she moved back up onto her knees to begin undoing the top button of her dress shirt.

"You like what you see baby? You want to see more?" She asked him in that seductive tone one could only get with years of practice.

 

[Keira Priest]

Of all the planets filled with a number of the galaxies seediest types, Syvris was one that fit the bill while at the same time radiating a bit of a different aura. There were areas of the planet that were better maintained and could easily pass for an upscale cityscape, while others were called slums as a compliment and nothing more. The variety of choices, from the fine establishments to the seedy bars, and those choices suited the Red Ravens just fine. That was one of the reasons they'd chosen this planet, the variety, coming second only to the money that was available from the amount of illicit trade that occurred both on and off of the planet.

It was in one of those more well-maintained areas, known as the Pinkport, she'd soon discovered, that Keira currently wandered, no real destination in mind. The others had the rest of the planet covered enough, as far as she was aware, so at least keeping a presence here was something she could very well do. Dressed in casual wear, which really meant a loose-fitting shirt, a pair of ripped jeans and a pair of combat boots that reached to just below her knees. There wasn't much else on her person, save for the lightsaber at her hip. For a time she'd considered making some move to conceal it, but had decided against the fact at the last minute. It wouldn't do any good to hide an aspect of the Ravens from the people, which was why she hadn't bothered with a jacket to hide her cybernetic left arm either.

No one had approached her in her circuit of the streets of yet, but with the weapon at her waist she supposed most didn't want to mess with a supposed Jedi. That was well and good, for any would-be troublemakers, but not so for the others that called the planet home. If she was to make any kind of diplomatic or otherwise friendly breakthrough with these people, the first step would be holding a civil conversation. Then again, her demeanor probably wasn't the most inviting, with her typical carefree, sarcastic attitude having diminished somewhat after all that had happened when she was imprisoned. Although she was still very much rough around the edges, her attitude was more reserved, something most close to her perceived as strange.

It seemed that the same went for those that lived here. Still, she didn't attempt to insinuate an encounter with anyone, sufficing with leaning up against a nearby wall, arms crossed across her chest, watching the throngs of people mill about just as aimlessly as she had been. A few caught her eye, but none paid her much attention beyond a cursory glance that lasted just a bit longer due to the deactivated hilt that hung at her side.

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[Cryax Bane]

"Bingo," said the Chiss as he relished in the fact that the drug lord's network safeguards were amateur at best. Then he typed a few more commands and let his glowing red eyes scan the fellow's dossier. The last thing Cryax was expecting was a naughty picture. As soon as the Holo flickered to life on his datapad, right in front of a group of giggling Cantina patrons, he immediately flicked it off in sheer embarrassment. His finger hovered over the delete command, then he paused and instead hit "save," copying it over to his hard drive with a smirk.

So this Alejandro Domivek fellow was quite the playboy. And if that Holo was indeed him, he had quite the body to match. Cryax, determined to find out more information about "The Rancor," kept up his search, digging through the man's data, going deeper into Holomail files, message boards and chat rooms. If he could find out what the man's particular preference was in terms of his companions, Cryax had the perfect plan.

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[Frank "Begs" Jusik]

Jathin took a long drag off of his cigarello as he stood amongst the bustling organism that was the Shadowport. It reminded him of the busier underworld sections of Coronet, where he'd spent his youth participating in all sorts of illicit activities. Occasionally if he looked hard enough amongst the various beings going to and fro he could've sworn he saw mirror images of his younger self. Ridiculous of course, but truer than the sociopath realized.

His slugthrower sat heavy in his waistband, firmly pressed to his tucked in shirt by his belt and concealed by his black suit jacket.

Remember to try not to kill anyone until you know them. The thought mulled itself over when he flashed a cold smile to a rough looking Twi'lek who gave him an evil eye.

The task that'd been assigned to the former Mando was more than a little ambiguous. It seemed he'd been given free reign to make allies as he pleased, with the eventual goal being to garner as much influence as possible.

His eyes settled on a group of vagrants camping in an alleyway next to a semi respectable looking establishment that appeared to be selling spice. The ever watching eyes of the homeless, each filled with datapads worth of information on their areas.

Jathin made his was through the melting pot and to their makeshift hovels, approaching with a friendly, confident demeanor.

"What's the news?" He said sharply and with his devil's grin, flicking a ten credit chip toward the nearest vagrant.

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