Dominion Shadow Empire: The Great Art Heist | EE Dominion of Vassek

[Arturo Braga]

Location: 2nd Floor, Government Building - Vassek
Tags: Alexa Subject 73 Red
Gear: BR-212 'Jackal' ACR, KC-77N Hybrid Pistol

Arturo watched the feeds. Two minutes. Three. Time passed almost lazily as he familiarized himself with the station. Figuring out which buttons did what wasn't too difficult; if goons like Sykes could make it work, so could he. In the meantime, he did his best to keep an eye on his companions. The big blonde seemed to have gotten away from him at some point, but picking out the small one wasn't too difficult. Mostly because she no longer sought to avoid the cams.

Or the patrols. Arturo should've probably warned her about the two. When the action started, he realized it would have been more for their benefit than hers. The two chakram's she wielded were little more than dark blurs on the screens. The mess they made of the guards was much more defined. Arturo made a mental note never to get on her bad side, noticing almost absentmindedly that he had just seen two men decapitated and not even batted an eye. What kind of man did that?

The kind sent to wipe out one government on another's order. Yeah, that sounded right.

"Looks like you've stirred up the hornet's nest now. More guards are on the way. Might wanna pick it up some." Taking to the controls, Arturo started to lock the building down. First, he worked to cut off the guards on Alexa 's floor. When that was done, he deactivated the few automated defenses that might have caused his companion problems. He switched off the elevators, denied access to the stairwells, even went so far as to set off alarms on the wrong side of the building.

He almost didn't hear the door sliding open.

Spinning in his chair, Arturo froze upon seeing a guard stood in the doorway. Tall, fat, the man looked two sizes too big for armor. The blaster at his hip was reason enough to be cautious though. "You're not Jones." The fat man said, his eyes belligerent above quivering jowls. Clearly, he had a thing for stating the obvious. When his gaze swept the room, it came to rest on the two trussed up guards. His jaw dropped. "What the krif-" Arturo shot him mid-sentence while his attention was elsewhere. The bolt hit fatty just above the armor covering his chest, sent him sprawling in the corridor.

The mercenary ignored the cries of alarm coming through the open doorway. A quick snap decision sent out the evacuation signal. All non-essential personnel were to leave the building as quickly and calmly as possible. They never did though. Soon, bodies would be filling the hall, disrupting the confused guards further. Arturo smiled grimly as he unzipped his jacket, swung the rifle free. Stepping out into the hall, he was greeted by two guards, their weapons already drawn, eyes wide with shock or adrenaline. He saw them take in his outfit, the rifle in his hands. One yelled for him to drop it. The other asked him to help Fatty.

He shot the first one before he could decide to pull the trigger. The second one flinched away, succumbing to fear instead of fighting it. That was okay. "Drop it!" Arturo yelled, and the guard did. He was young, pale and visibly shaking. When Arturo whacked him with the butt of his rifle, he was almost grateful he didn't have to shoot the poor kid. Keeping the closed channel open, he said, "Control Room's compromised. Proceeding to the South-West corner of the building. It's the only route not locked down, so, if you're coming, best make it quick."

 

[Alexa]

Location: Government Building, Jathuun - Vassek
Tags: Subject 73 Red Arturo Braga @Open

The three Trandoshans came at her with feral aggression, sparing the assassin not a moment of pause even after seeing the pair of fiery ruby-bladed lightsabers in her hands. All the while, the voice of the mercenary registered in her ear, warning her to hurry up, lest they get overwhelmed. She could only answer with a sharp grunt as the Trandoshans came at her. However, where they were strong and large, Chassella was small and agile, wielding weapons of fire which could cut through virtually any material in the galaxy.

Chassella maneuvered quickly, though instead of backing down, she met the aggression of the Trandoshans with her own. Her blades flashed as she moved towards the one coming at her from the right, slashing through the lizard’s vibroblade like a scythe to grass, before delimbing his left arm. Then, one came at her from the right with a vibro-ax, a savage roar on his lips that caught the assassin off-kilter, thereby landing a hard blow across her chest and sending Chassella flying towards the corner of the room. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her two targets looking on, before attempting to make a break for it now that the door was clear.

She didn’t let them.

A chakram flew across the room in a blur, taking off the leg of the Togruta to send him crashing to the ground with a bloodcurdling scream on his lips. The Duros turned back to tend to his partner, buying Chassella enough time to push herself back onto her feet in order to meet the Trandoshans. Fortunately, her dress had saved her life, the protective Force energy reducing a blow that would have cut in her twain to a few broken ribs and mild blunt force trauma.

The lead Trandoshan advanced on her quickly, but with only a thought, the same chakram which had cut off the Duros’ leg came back, decapitating the towering lizard in a single blow before the circular implement returned to the Elzeri’s grasp. Chassella was in motion before his body hit the ground, moving for the axe-wielding Trandoshan with the grace of a feline and slashing through the hilt of his weapon. Then, with a powerful leap, she plunged her blade into his skull and hurled her chakram at the last Trandoshan, burying the implement in his chest just as he pulled out a pistol in a last-ditch effort.

Chassella took a deep, raspy breath, which hurt to take as her broken ribs ached in her chest. Now left alone with her two targets, the assassin spared them little attention and no mercy. As such, the kills were impersonal, done via a flying chakram, just as the Duros got down on his knees in order to beg for his life. Instead, his headless body slumped to the ground, his features contorted in agony. In like manner, the Togruta had her lightsaber swiped across his neck, separating his head from his body, though he had been too weak to beg owing to his bleeding stump of a leg.

After a few quiet moments, Chassella opened her comms back to the mercenary.

“Targets Blue and Red are down.” She rasped.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Chassella’s War Dress
  • Energy Shield
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Boots
    • Whimsy Knife
• Chassella’s Chakrams (6)
• Chassella’s Twin Lightsaber Shotos

 

[Tara Willows]

Rax Tremira Chasianna

After saying her goodbyes to the Hutt, Tara would leave the booth and make her way past the guards. She had a look of pure evil on her face; one of both joy and sadism. She didn't even look at the guards who had questioned her before. No sense in lowering herself down to their level. She was going to work for the Hutts. She had made her first contact and was on her way to her first actual contract. Things were looking up for the white haired Siren.

Now back in the ballroom, Tara made her way across the floor of patrons to find her date and her best friend. "Did you two miss me? I have such wonderful news. I would say tonight has gotten off to be a wizard of a night."

 

[Sterling Kinslayer]

Objective: Dance
Attire: Attire
Tags: Taozi Fuyuan

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Sterling couldn't help but shake his head in response. Of course he needed an excuse, at least for anything outside of work. Before it could be justified as a reason to learn, review sessions for his exams, anything. Now he had to keep some sort of... logic to it.

Hard to justify just, going to a ball.

"Need for this. Balls not work.Hospital work. Medicine work. Hunt fun, but work. Dance not work. Tea not work. Need reason for tea."

 

[Rax Tremira]

As Tara approached, he would upnod her; a look of general discomfort dotting his features. Though she spoke of good news, and it would only cause his lip to spasm in turn. "Time to go then?" he asked curiously. Doing a half turn and picking up yet another sandwich from the buffet line. He munched on it stopping abruptly, and suddenly as his face contorted. The familiar feeling of biting ones tongue. It caused him to shudder visibly, and shake his head. Looking down on the other. He had more snarky comments, but was busy sucking blood off of his tongue, and as such would just continue eating in silence, waiting to hear what Tara had for them.

Outside of that, he had lost his focus on anything happening outside of the little of bubble of people their small group had made up, focusing now on Tara, and the Sister... Which brought him back to his curiosity regarding her name. Given, he was one to speak having one name, and such a simple cast away one at that, but it had to mean she had sisters right? And even then, her parents would've had to known they would have other girls? He curiously looked over at The Chasianna . Keeping his thoughts to himself, but plotting a way to reopen that can of beans.

Tara Willows

 

[Tara Willows]

Now joined back up with her friends, Rax would ask her if it was time to leave. Tara nodded her head. She then reached for Rax's sandwich that he held in his hand and plopped it into her mouth to take a bite. She turned back to her date then and would ask, "Unless there's anything else you would like to do? I'm all set. I've gotten some....nice dealings. Good things are coming, Star. Good things."

Unless the First Sister had any reason to stay, Tara would turn and start to leave with her. She never did get that dance. But there would be time later. Assuming her date didn't get furious with her for confiding with a Hutt.

//Exit Thread​

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