Scorched Red Feathers (Attack on Red Ravens)

[Cyrus Falcor]

Nar Shadaa, a scum planet, a planet that needed cleansing, and that cleansing would come in crimson. A cloaked individual walked into a flower shop off the main strip. Viva La Flur, a quaint little place. The man walked up to the counter, a breathing mask covering his entire face, asked to see the clerks wares. The clerk seemed annoyed, he frowned and looked over the cloaked man, unable to identify what or who he was.


I'm with the Private Sector's Complaints Department, there have been complaints that you are selling dead product.


The clerk looked surprised then scared, he opened his back room and lead the man to a basement with weapons and gear. He left the man to do his business. Cyrus, grabbing a duffle bag full of explosives, looked around for more gear. He wrangled some rope and tucked it under his cloak, and to his shoulder harness for his disruptor pistol. Cyrus also snagged a vibroknife, power cells and an SMG After he grabbed what he needed, he shouldered the bag of explosives and headed for the spaceport. He walked a few blocks, and soon he would arrive at his target. His next stop was Antecedent, the Raven's HQ. He was to extinguish their light from the universe.



[member="Sigourney Xanthius"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

(OOC-a mission to nerf your base. Contracted by my boss)

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

A single story building made of permacrete, the cantina consisted of a bar area, private offices, a VIP lounge, a private hangar, a basement, and a phony shop in the rear. With a maximum occupancy of 102 humanoids, the facility caters to all sorts from across the galaxy, with spacious areas and wide arched doorways to allow patrons of all sizes passage.

Entering through a small portal on one side of the building, a small passage curved around into the main bar area. The bar, featuring many themed spigots which resembled the head of an IG-series assassin droids, was capable of producing several dozen drinks of Frida's concocting. Surrounded by eight different alcoves filled with stools, tables, and even a bandstand, the bar wraps from the public area around into the more private back room. Outside of public view, several secret rooms exist to house sleeping areas for fugitives fleeing the law. At the very back of the building, an open-air hangar houses Frida's private shuttle which is used routinely to transport liquor, or for escape.

Inside one of the buildings domed portions, Frida kept the former offices of Sigourney and Lysle. Including their own private bar, Sigourney's office space was home to her security chief and several confiscated weapons. The back rooms of the building ran parallel to the outside bazaar which sold droid parts and scrap metal. Frida maintained a shop out back that sold clothes and other goods. It's domed roof sported a communications jammer disguised as a vaporator.

Underneath of the cantina, a small cellar had been built long before Frida came to Nar Shaddaa. The bartender, Mia, uses the basement to cook up new brews for her clients; while previous owners had used it as a catacomb.

The problem was; no one was home. The Red Ravens had abandoned the cantina the moment they shot up the place, and jumped system.

[member="Cyrus Falcor"]

((Sorry man, but you got outdated information. We're not on Nar Shaddaa, or even in Black Sun space anymore))

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Making his way to the spaceports, Cyrus picked the trail of a research vessel heading right for his trageted destination. He slipped into the hangar where that ship was stored and stowed away in the cargo hold.

The ship took off a few minutes later. A few hours later, and he'd be one step closer to his goal...


[A Few Hours Later]


Cyrus heard signals that Cyrus surmised was the landing sequence. He made his way to the bay door and leaned against the bulkhead next to the doors. As the doors opened, Cyrus ducked into the sea of dockworkers that rushed to their tasks. They had no time to notice a random person in the bay.

He made his way into the city. He went to a local pub nearby. Cyrus went to the bar and slipped the bartender a few credits and asked for the Red Ravens. He mentioned he was looking for a job posting and needed a way to get it done.

The bartender pointed him towards the Dragon Palace Casino a few sectors away. He turned from the pub without a word. Entering the city, he was to make his way to the casino.


[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

Theme

Located at Ground Zero on the Utopia-esque planet of Antecedent. The Dragon Palace Casino sits on what is considered to be the ground level of the Ecumenopolis. Surrounded by behemoth skyscrapers and tremendous stretches of architecture. It squats low in comparison to these titans of architecture. Far from Central, capital of Antecedent and home of the governing body. The casino rests on a stretch of district renamed Little Coruscant by the Red Ravens in jest of Nar Shaddaa's nickname. This is due to the recent incursion of illegal activities in the area that has drastically risen the crime rate in the district.

The Dragon Palace Casino is an incredible 10,500,000-square-foot luxury casino and hotel resort owned by Lysle Rigger. The Dragon is a 41-story, 2.9 billion credit investment. The resort has 3200 suites available, with tremendous swaths of convention space for future endeavours on entertainment and business. It holds 550,000-square-feet of casino space, with a whopping 4200 slot machines, 1200 gambling tables, and a 25,000 seat arena for live entertainment and sports events. The casino hires just a little over a thousand bodyguards for purposes of prevention of cheating and maintaining security. Weapon scanners and sensors sit at the main and only entrance into the casino, known for its artistic dragon hovering above that shines neon lights at night.

Tens of thousands of gambling addicts poured into the casino tonight, as they did every night. Watching them from a railing above the gaming floor was Lysle, he could almost smell the sweet victory of credits that was raining into his vaults. With all this money coming into his possession, it left him more room to pay his Ravens. The jobs he sent them on mean't they got ninety-percent of the income from the job, whilst he only took a meagre ten-percent for himself and Sigourney. And soon they could rack in all one-hundred percent for themselves. It was how he was dragging so many criminals towards him. Everyone loved money, and none more-so than Lysle. He knew what people did for credits, and dangling the offer of dozens of thousands of credits on the line was irresistible. Throughout the entire casino, most of the Ravens found their home in the penthouse suites. They littered the entire casino, and numbering at just over a thousand bodyguards. This place wasn't a casino - it was a fortress.

[member="Cyrus Falcor"]

Spoiler

[member="Lenix Ornil"]
[member="Isaac Ideus"]
[member="Lok Jorunn"]
[member="Raven Mulds"]
[member="Arianna Maneria"]
[member="Colap Ticon"]
[member="Sarkin Vance"]
[member="Naimes Ahn-Dross"]
[member="Fanus Rendix"]
[member="Lena Abren-Rendix"]
[member="Warren Century"]
[member="Shiro De'Vol"]
[member="Razz Michaels"]
[member="Aldous Hofmann"]
[member="Brevitæ"]
[member="Manidark Zail"]
[member="Jen"]
[member="Lydeck"]
[member="Cryax Bane"]
[member="Rennek Corr"]

 

[RC 212]

The Casino floor.

Back channels were a pain in the shebs to keep but they had their uses. As colap slammed another shot of whisky at the bar he leaned in close to a beautiful human woman and slapped her on the rear.

"Hey there honey, names Colap!"

He was received back with a slap square across the face and she trundled off, all in a fuss.

Colap shook his head and lit a cigar, letting the things smoke and blaze away as he sat there and mused over the past few days.

Then his reverie was disturbed as a man came up and whispered in his ear. Colap nodded and stood up tossing a hundred credit chip on the bar.

"Keep the change big guy."

Withing moments he was back in his suite and suited up in his gray armor. Blue fog emanated from his breath and the signature glow of his blue eyed visor lit the night. He made his way downstairs and moved out to a catwalk. down the end of an access way. the Casino was built like a blockhouse with hidden halls to protect from attack. Colap came out on the roof and set down in a crouch scanning the area.

It paid to have back channels, and people gave up anything for some coin. As sergeant at arms and head of security he was always in the know.

Colap opened the Raven's operations channel and began to speak.

"Raven 2 to all elements, just got a tip that someone’s looking to find the Casino. I want all our boys armed and ready, but play it cool, let whoever it is get close and then we'll move."

 

[Lenix Ornil]

Making use of their base's extensive hangar, the small furred Squib was making use of the downtime between jobs to fix up and old fixing up an old airspeeder he picked up in his trading exploits, the thing battered and sporting mere flakes of it's once red paint job. The creatures small legs propped out from under the engine hatch as he tinkered and messed with the engine, working on increasing the limiter for fast getaways.

He heard his com go off, though this was always usually for the big guys in security, he mainly handled the smuggling jobs and supply runs, as a 1 meter tall red ball of fluff wasn't deemed intimidating enough for security in a busy casino, which he didn't mind, though he liked to get stuck in when anything went big and he was needed

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

"Play it cool," Lysle lectured Colap through the closed-comm, CryptNet. An encrypted, restricted, near-instantanous communications grid that spanned the entire galactic quadrant of Hutt Space, with nodes and satellites across hundreds of systems. Exclusive to the Red Ravens. Tonight was a nice night, and Lysle didn't want it tarnished from paranoia. "A lot of people are looking for our casino, that doesn't mean they're coming here to blow it up." He began to descend down a spiralled staircase, taking each step with due care. "Let's not forget, even if someone was looking for our casino for the wrong reason. There is only one entry point, and it has quite the thorough weapons detector. If anyone had anything on them that could even cause harm, it is going to be detected. Not even a Jedi is getting through our systems. Plus, I've employed one-thousand bouncers crawling across all ten-million-square-feet." Lysle moved across the gaming floor with the grace afforded to a man of the greatest of statures. "Look, come to the gaming floor and I'll buy you a drink to settle your nerves."

[member="Lenix Ornil"] [member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"]

 

[Jen]

Jennifer was sitting by one of the bars inside the The Dragon Palace in one of the many round couches that was often used for keeping your conversations private. However tonight it didn't seem like the yellow tranquility screen was up and muffling the music from the casino, nor the group around this table; You didn't have to be near to be able to hear occasional loud laughter and giggles.

The one mentioned, who was probably the center of attention around the table went by the name Jen or Jennifer. A young half Ryn half Human girl, having white, sort of hard in structure hair, almost as if you had used a hairspray on it one too many times.
Currently the group who consisted mainly of eighteen year olds, who somehow had gotten into the Casino, was playing some sort of drinking game. Apparently hilarious judging from the constant laughter heard whenever one took a shot.


Suddenly their laughter and cheers went quiet as Jennifer raised a hand to her right ear, listening to the voice from Raven 2 in her earpiece. Usual stuff. Furthermore, Jennifer wasn't much a fighter in any sense really, so the message probably didn't really count for her. But she could feel, if she had to be responsible she should probably not drink a lot more.

With red cheeks and a wide grin, obviously being a little drunk, she excused herself from the table, giving a few hugs and highfives to the people around it before casually trudging off towards the gaming floor to find a someone who knew what was going on. The laughter sprouting anew behind her as she left.

Finally spotting someone in the crowd on the gaming floor, that one being Lysle, Jennifer approached him, giving a short wave as she neared: "Mr Rigger...! What was that about?" She yelled, a little louder, and with a wider smile than her complete sober self would have. A finger pointing towards her ear as if she was referring to her earpiece.

[member="Colap Ticon"] :: [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]​

 

[Cryax Bane]

The price of a shuttle to Antecedent from Nar Shadaa was stupidly expensive, but Cryax Bane figured that after taking fulltime employment with the Red Ravens, credits would no longer be an issue. As geeky as most of his pursuits were, the smart Chiss wasn't immune to the seduction of cold hard credits. As he made his way to the location given by his new boss Mr. Rigger, his head swam with visions of all the things he could do with that much money. Cybernetics. A shinier Datapad. A speeder. Maybe even a flashy swoop bike. The possibilities were endless. What he really wanted was a custom made security droid, one who could be his bodyguard, but could also be a companion of sorts, with its own autonomy. His feelings about being a droid's "master" were mixed and he was definitely not one to make another sentient feel enslaved. But these were machinations for another time.

When the lanky Chiss arrived at the Dragon Palace Casino, his jaw dropped at how enormous and extravagant it was, and how extremely packed it was. He'd definitely have to work on his intolerance for large crowds. He picked up a strange buzz in the air. Shadowy figures moving around in the corners, hands instinctively on their comms, eyes scanning the casino floor. Was something going down or was this just another night on Antecedent? Cryax remembered that Mr. Rigger had left their meeting in quite a hurry so there was that.

A security guard slammed his arm into Cryax's chest as the blue-skinned slicer stumbled into what was obviously an employee's only area. That was gonna bruise. He rubbed his chest and held up his hands up. See, not a threat. "Relax...uh, Sir?," he stammered at the guard, "I'm here to see the boss. The name's Bug. Pretty sure I have security clearance here."

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Lenix Ornil"] [member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="Jen"]

 

[Lenix Ornil]

Thoughout the crowd near the employee area a red R5 astromech slowly went past with one of the familiar serving trays on it's shoulders loaded with drinks noticed the Chiss being denied by security, shuffling closer and inspecting the scene he contacted Lenix on his com; the Squib listened to the chatter from his astromech and raised Lysle on his com.

"Hey Lysle? A little Astrodroid tells me we have a visitor for us by the door to the Employee section, may require your attention."

Lenix liked keeping R5 on the casino floor, he worked well to report anything unusual in the massive crowd, though the droid would likely prefer otherwise.

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

As Cyrus neared the casino, he saw the line to get in was being patrolled by heavily armed guards. He ducked into an alley and stowed the bag of charges in a pile of junk after having primed the whole bag and set it to his comm. He then stowed his guns in the bags of a nearby group of tourists. He slipped them in while they were taking pictures and had left their bags unattended.

Cyrus go into line for the entrance of the casino. Once he got to the security checkpoint, he raised his hands to the side, they patted him down found some matches, a roll of adhesive material and a strand of wire and ran his ID. Since he was only in the system recently, he had absolutely no records. They asked him about his breathing mask, to which Cyrus noted he was unable to breath normally without it. Once inside the gargantuane casino, Cyrus walked around. Looking for a good place to set his bomb, the one he now needed to make.

He picked his way through the crowd for the nearest restroom. As a crowd of people shuffled in and out, he waited by the side as if waiting for a friend until a janitor walked over to the storage closet next to the bathroom. The janitor went in to stow some cleaning supplies and that's when Cyrus had his idea. Just before the door closed, Cyrus slipped in and started picking through the cleaning products until he found what he needed. A large bottle of bleach and another bottle of drain cleaner. He took a bucket, dumped the bleach in and set the container of drain cleaner inside the bleach. He then pulled out his strand of wires, stripped the edges, exposing the copper inside. He fastened the wires to some matches and used the adhesive material to bind them together. Then Cyrus stuck the trigger to the inside of the bucket, facing the matches towards the bottle of drain cleaner. He took the power cell out of his comm and wired the whole thing to his comm. he would remote activate the bomb from another comm, which would also blow the charges he set outside the casino.

Once he finished, he opened the door to the crowd of casino goers bustling about their gambling, drinking and talking. There was a planter just inside the hallway to the bathroom entrance and Cyrus tucked it in behind. He then walked out of the bathroom and to the concierge. He asked for a comm to use to call a friend. Once he received the comm, he dialed....you can guess what happened next.


As customers were washing their hands, using the facilities and waiting in line, the homemade bomb activated. The match was lit by the current from the power cell, causing them to melt the bottle of drain cleaner. It dumped into the bleach, causing a spontaneous chemical reaction. A subtle BOOM followed by the entire bathroom area filling up with a yellow gas. Chlorine gas to be specific. Once it made contact with those patrons of the Porcelain Gods, they instantly started choking, their eyes burned, their skin was melting and some began to drop from asphyxiation. The gas started to spread out into the rest of the casino floor. Guests would soon be overrun by the poisonous gas.

As people started to panic and flee, the chargers just up the block detonated. A duffle bags worth of plastic explosives erupted from the alleyway. Blowing debris and civilians sky high. Cyrus was at the door as the bombs went off. He ducked into the chaotic scramble for safety and into the streets with the rest of the survivors. His mask had protected him from the gas and since he knew where the charges were, he avoided that area.

Now, he made his way to the spaceport for a one way ticket off-world...


[member="Lenix Ornil"][member="Cryax Bane"]@Jen@Lysle of the Hydian Way[member="Colap Ticon"]

 

[Lok Jorunn]

Tonight was a fairly pleasant night. The Harbinger had only needed to remove a few patrons from their seats and find them new ones out in the street only twice. He liked it that ways. When things like that tended to happen was when stress arose and tensions became even more vibrant and visible than the flashing neon dragon that was the centerpiece of this entire establishment. Lok had to admit, this place was the focal point of all of the criminal activities that happened on this world. There was much money to be made in running a casino and the undercover agent didn't exactly oppose the extra income.

"Saint, we got a problem." A young voice came over the comm, but deep and gruff. Probably a guard.

The skull-masked man tore a finger away from his rifle and pressed the earpiece down. "Yeah?"

A moment of hesitation before a deep thump caught his attention. It wasn't the sound of someone falling down or a chair turning over after one of the half-sober gamblers cheered on his hot streak, but rather it was one that he knew far too well from the sounds of the battlefield and special operations missions. An explosion.

"Mobilize the security teams. Relocate the customers. Move, now."

The black-clad man didn't have to work hard to get through the crowd towards the blast. Most people who saw his heavy-duty assault rifle and the skulled mask tended to shy away from his broad frame as the man picked up his pace and closed in on the restroom. A yellow cloud was moving slowly out from it and cries of agony rose from the bowels of such a place. Lok could feel the pain of the innocent beings and the burning of their skin and lungs.

Since the blast was on the opposite end of the bathroom area, it didn't really damage the door or the entrance wall. Many men ran out, red-skinned and gagging on something invisible. This wasn't the time to be subtle or whatever. It was time for action.

Calling upon the Force, he stretched out to grab the air with an invisible hand. Force Push was one of the easier moves and he didn't even need to raise his hands to ease the translucent cloud back into the restroom before flipping on the fan switch. Tiny wisps of the gas lingered about the door, but the situation was close to being handled although several lives were lost in both the explosion and the after effects.

"Woah, what?"

Adorned in a suit and tie, an apparent security guard and his comrade closed in on Lok in astonishment. "Though there was a chemical situation?"

"There was. Move these people back."

Many people had already been fleeing from the blast and the chlorine gas so the task wouldn't be too difficult. Lok just hoped nobody had put two and two together.

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"], [member="Cyrus Falcor"]

 

[Beowoof]

Why the masked man had chosen to use the ladies' restroom to mix his toxic cocktail was quite curious. But Brevitæ had gone on several adventures, herself, so she found it just to be trivial and maybe a little humorous. Of course, what [member="Cyrus Falcor"] was doing in there was not funny at all. Stealing from the janitor is not nice, and he gets really really mad. Naughty, naughty!

The zany Red Raven doc decided that she could wait to dispense of bodily fluids and pressed her back against one wall of the stall, and her feet against the other, effectively wedging herself above sight of the weirdo. Eventually he left, but there was a noxious odor that remained. He must be really nasty if he needed all those chemicals to wash himself. The lethan twi'lek snickered after the door had closed and relaxed her body to fall back on her feet, a quiet patter of her weathered boots barely audible throughout the tiled room.

She was about to actually use the bathroom this time when a muffled bang resounded outside and the door to the restroom bounced once or twice from some sort of concussive effect. That did not sound good. It could be a bomb. Or perhaps someone had just popped a giant party balloon. Oh, so fun!

But it was not to be. 'Red' crept out of the stall and pressed her coned ear to the bathroom door, distraught to hear the commotion outside. Well, maybe not distraught. People were dying (How terrible!), but that also meant she would be able to do doctor things (So fun!).

For now, however, she would wait for someone to come find her. Chlorine is just so bad for the skin. She would probably turn pink if she went out there, and that would not do. Brevitæ began to hum a happy tune--a pirate shanty--as she procured her red markers from her pocket and began to sketch a cartoon of the masked man who had ventured into the ladies' room.

[member="Lenix Ornil"], [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Jen"], [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"], [member="Colap Ticon"], [member="Lok Jorunn"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

At the sound of the explosion Cryax hit the deck. The nice thing about being a high strung person was that you were pretty prepared when bad stuff actually did happen. It sounded like the blast came from the restrooms across the way, pretty far from where he was, but close enough to scare the kark out of him. The Chiss rolled onto his side to keep from being trampled and quickly got to his feet.

The casino was pandemonium. Frightened gamblers flocked towards the exit clawing over one another in terror. The Chiss's analytical mind automatically jumped to a projected loss of profits for the The Dragon Palace. Although it was possible that the attacker was a lone wolf psycho, the whole thing stunk of the Black Suns. Well of course, that's why Mr. Rigger needed the intel.

Cryax reached for his datapad and with shaky hands, turned on his camera, Holorecording whatever he could. He figured the footage might be useful to his new boss.

[member="Brevitæ"] [member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="Lenix Ornil"] [member="Jen"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Colap Ticon"]

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

"Mr Rigger...! What was that about?" Jen yelled, near a drunken stupor. Lysle turned, frowning with surprise. Once he recognised the familiar face, he brightened. "Ah, it's nothing. Colap was just worried about something. Thought someone was coming here for no good." Then it was Lenix peeping into the CryptNet communications grid. "Hey Lysle? A little Astrodroid tells me we have a visitor for us by the door to the Employee section, may require your attention."
"I'll be on my way," Lysle said into his earpiece. He looked to Jen, "Get back to your friends. If security hassles you for being too loud, head up to the private bars."

He took the fastest route, pushing through the crowd when he saw someone that made his skin crawl. It wasn't a matter of appearance, no, it was a tremble in the force he felt that permeated from him. Something about him he didn't like, but when you ran an organisation of criminals, you got it often with the type of men and women you dealt with. He kept an eye on him for a moment longer before hastening his step for the Employee section. He saw Bug, only a few meters in front of him when the entire building suddenly shook, followed by the incredible explosive roar of a blast. Lysle instinctively fell into a defensive crouch, and sprung back onto his feet when nothing collapsed on him.

CryptNet exploded with activity. Security guards were trying to get a grapple on things. Lysle spun around, looking at the chaos as innocent bystanders were fleeing from the gaming room, a yellow fog in the distance began to creep out of the female bathroom when Saint began to push the smoke back into the restroom, to prevent further deaths. The stampede of civilians were bursting out of the main entrance not twenty meters from where he stood. Security guards were being shoved aside and trampled on in their instinctual desire to flee.

Lysle squinted, peering into the crowd for anyone of suspicion. Then he saw it; by the entrance, for only a half-second he identified the masked individual that made his skin crawl. "Saint, deal with that bomb and then search for a man with a gas mask-like mask. He's running out the front door now, we need to catch him!" No, his voice was far from the usual calm, collected, cool Lysle. He was furious, and everyone on the CryptNet could hear it in his voice. He reached for the concealed ELG-3A blaster pistol he kept in the back of his trousers. Lysle broke for a break-neck sprint towards the entrance, forcing himself through the dense crowd.

Two titan Herglic standing at 7'2" each respectively flanked the entrance, trying to calm and organise the 'puny races.' Lysles personal guard, hired from the firm Darkwater Security. "On me," he shouted with sheer rage. The Herglics could see that Lysle was struggling to push through the crowd, so they stepped in front of him and literally began to bowl aside the bystanders to make a clear path for their boss. His breathing was heavy, far unused to this type of exercise. He could see him making his way for the spaceport, and he needed to stop him.

[member="Cyrus Falcor"]

Spoiler

[member="Lenix Ornil"]
[member="Isaac Ideus"]
[member="Lok Jorunn"]
[member="Raven Mulds"]
[member="Arianna Maneria"]
[member="Colap Ticon"]
[member="Sarkin Vance"]
[member="Naimes Ahn-Dross"]
[member="Fanus Rendix"]
[member="Lena Abren-Rendix"]
[member="Warren Century"]
[member="Shiro De'Vol"]
[member="Razz Michaels"]
[member="Aldous Hofmann"]
[member="Brevitæ"]
[member="Manidark Zail"]
[member="Jen"]
[member="Lydeck"]
[member="Cryax Bane"]
[member="Rennek Corr"]

 

[RC 212]

Brevitæ Lok Jorunn Cyrus Falcor Lenix Ornil Jen Lysle of the Hydian Way

In the confusion of the explosion Colap watched the crowd as they ran. He had ignored Lysles Advice and stood guard on the rooftop. Something was going to happen and as he heard the explosion he jumped and cursed.

"Kark, that was loud."

His helmet flooded with chatter as guards and the Ravens scrambled around inside. The second explosion rocked the block and he had to duck to keep from having his head taken off by a flying piece of shrapnel the size of a starfighter. Farther off in the distance he watched the orange flames expand and a building began to slide sideways toppling its massive frame into the alleys below.

Colap had unique ability he didn't tell anyone about.

He was a forcer.

Letting an all too familiar feeling settle in he scanned the running mob and let his intuition flow. He could not control the force in any manner, but it frequently aided his abilities when he concentrated. And he picked out a figure, a masked man. Masks were suspicious enough but the fact that the man was walking away whilst everyone else went mad was even more intriguing.

During this he completely missed Lysles communication.

With a leap the silver armored figure fell to the streets below. An unfortunate fleeing patron crushed his fall, cushioning it with his broken body. Colap rose from his cat like crouch and made his way through the crowd, blue eye sockets gleaming on the helmet, like a cat stalking it's prey.

"I got something out here guys, a masked due who's real calm while everyone else ain't. Ima follow 'im a bit."

 

[Lenix Ornil]

Already on his way as R5 had seen a shady character go into the female toilets, a pervert he assumed, he was already on his way there with his laser pistol ready to teach him a thing or two about etiquette, but the explosion had sent the whole floor into dissarray! The Squib having to jump up to one of the slot machines to avoid being trampled! He used the scope on his pistol to try and pick out anyone who could have been the culprit, though noone looked to be out of place, and were well hidden if so!

Meanwhile over by the chlorine gas cloud, R5 was dragging unconcious bodies from the harmful cloud in an effort to save the poor patrons, using his grappling wire to loop and drag them out~ the chlorine gas melting his newly cleaned glistening red paintwork and dulling his chrome parts, though he manages to save a few lives, others weren't so lucky...

 

[Cryax Bane]

As the Chiss slowly panned his camera around to film a bit as much evidence as he could, he was pleased to see an R5 unit rescuing people. Leave it to the Droids to out-human humanity. As he turned his Holocam around behind him, Cryax spied Lysle running like the wind towards the exit with some large rubbery aliens that looked like battle orcas. Lysle was safe and as long as his boss was safe, the slicer's job was safe. The Chiss was quite looking forward to the steady paycheck.

He turned off his HoloCam and went back to punching his Datapad with a newfound fervor. His tactical mind went into hyperspace. He needed to get in touch with the Raven leader to see if he could offer some help with finding the assailant. He knew he could probably slice into their network. They wouldn't like this intruder invading their Holospace, but perhaps once they knew his intentions? He stepped back into the shadows so that he didn't cause suspicion. He didn't have alot of time and there were some pretty tough safeguards in Sun Holospace, but the tenacious slicer hated a puzzle he couldn't solve.

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[Isaac Ideus]

Isaac laid in bed, his mind relaxed and drifting away to memories of home. His mother, his father... his sister. How he wished she were still alive. It was a melancholy tranquility, like a drug. He tried to quit the past, but these momentary episodes of relapse were pure bliss.

His hotel room shook for a second, with a loud and piercing blast accompanying the tremor. Isaac shot up, momentarily confused of what had occurred. He scrambled out of bed and quickly got dressed. He ran to the door and stopped, turned back to his desk, and grabbed his pistol, shoving it behind his back into his pant waist. Scrambling out down the hall, he leaned over a railing and looked down. Smoke filled the lobby, and the sight of a general panic rushing onto the street made the moment all the more dramatic. He spotted a security guard and grabbed his attention, yelling out "Where's Mr. Rigger!?" The guard pointed out the front doors, and Isaac leapt into action. He jumped down flights of stairs, pushing past bystanders and made his way from the mezzanine out the doors and onto the streets. He scanned the scene for Lysle, but to no avail. But he saw a pair of monstrous Herglic bouncers bowling through the crowd. Isaac made his way through the mass of humanity as fast as possible, hoping to catch up to the two giants.

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[Lok Jorunn]

Lok felt the tremors too. Not of his own excursion in using the Force, but the feeling of the others reacting to it and noticing it. Feth. He nearly growled outloud. At least not too many lives had been lost in this little crisis, but there was probably far more money being lost and he knew that it would be more than just a little setback. People would be afraid to come back to this place if they knew there was some sort of war going on or there were agents hunting down the people that staffed this very establishment.

The skull-masked man gave the bathroom another look over, becoming quite pleased with the turn of events as a Squib by the name of [member="Lenix Ornil"] and his little astromech droid leaped into action to preserve lives. As for the rest of the personnel, they were speeding to respond to the threat, even his boss had stormed by and shouted orders at the special forces operator.

There was a reason why he was a shadow. The shadows were his home, they were where he had been conceived, and they were where he would reside for the rest of his life. The Knight lifted his CZ-836 assault rifle and took off after his boss, but took a different route. While Lysle and his two tower-like guards took to trying the main entrance, Saint slipped down a side corridor that would take him to the west service corridor. There may have been once entrance but there were almost always service openings for deliveries and the like.

"Cresh team, on me. Diamond formation, zonal sweep pattern. Weapons hot, watch for civvies."

These boys in the back weren't those bozo security guards Lysle had hired for grunt work. This was the rapid response team composed of trained mercenaries They knew what they were doing and they knew that they were getting paid, just enough motivation for anyone to do this kind of work. These armored and heavily armed men were awaiting him by the time he hit the service entrance and stacked up on him without question.

"Target, sir?"

"Suspicious figure, gasmask and probably near the front entrance."

"Hooah. Let's drop 'im."

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"], [member="Colap Ticon"], [member="Lenix Ornil"], [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Isaac Ideus"]