Talk Nerdy to Me [Red Ravens Dominion of Dilbana]

[Lief]

“Nerd? We prefer the term intellectual bad ass!”​

Dilbana was a fairly ordinary Outer Rim planet, but a place most lawful people avoided like the gulag plague, mostly because its location along the Triellus Trade route, otherwise known as “Hutt Highway,” was rotten with pirates and slavers. Still, it held many juicy opportunities for a criminal syndicate to exploit, especially since all but the bravest or stupidest merchants tended to give the infamous trade route a wide berth. With scant competition to hamper the trafficking of illegal goods through the planet's shadow ports, Dilbana was naturally a planet that the Red Ravens Criminal Syndicate wanted to sink their talons into.

In control of Dilbana was a gangster named Dilbert Cotton, more notoriously known as Dilbert of Dilbana or simply the Nerd King. The son of a spicing cartel which had wrested control of the planet from the Besadii Hutts, the brilliant young human was given control of the planet at the tender age of eighteen. He stayed in charge by controlling many of Dilbana’s spaceports and shadow ports, mainly from afar. He was a slicer extraordinaire and no one knew exactly where his stronghold was, only that it was rumored to be laden with complicated puzzles and traps and practically impenetrable by anyone with even an above-average IQ.

Coincidentally, Dilbert of Dilbana was not only an uber nerd, but also an avid fanboy of a very famous Outer Rim Criminal Syndicate, the Red Ravens themselves. His obsession with the organization was borderline psychotic and not only did he cosplay as Red Ravens President [member="Cryax Bane"], but he also owned a coop of pet ravens in homage to the Antecedent gangsters. Dilbert knew the names of every one of the most important members of the Red Ravens and hundreds of Holopics of their faces lined his walls. He was particularly enamored of [member="Keira Ticon"], with her hazel eyes and her glossy brown hair. So soft and touchable. It was such a shame she had that unfortunate incident with those zealots in Unknown Space, where she had been kidnapped and tortured. Dilbert was disappointed that he couldn't have been her white knight in shining armor when it all went down. Perhaps he could guarantee her safety from future attacks by keeping her locked up in his stronghold! Best idea ever! And not creepy at all...

Another Dilbana malcontent that the Ravens had their sights on stopping was Eugene Leopold. Eugene was also a brilliant slicer and a systems programmer who resided somewhere on Dilbana. Unable to find love at the age of seventeen due to crippling social anxiety and agoraphobia, he founded and eventually sold a Dilbana Holonet dating site for millions of credits and stock options. Eugene took his credits and with them he founded Wookiee Leaks, a nonprofit Holonet site which published government secrets, classified media and information not normally available to the galaxy. Wookiee Leaks operated through completely anonymous sources and those sources had oodles of dirt on the galactic criminal underworld.

It turned out that Eugene had some juicy Red Ravens secrets in his pale and spindly hands and was threatening to expose them one by one until the Ravens found him. Eugene was extremely reclusive, never left his mansion, and no one really knew where he lived so he was extremely hard to track down and throttle for his slanderous exposes.

OOC Info:

This Dominion has two Objectives. You are under no obligation to stick to these objectives. If slicing isn't your thing, you can always make up your own story in the Dominion where the spies or agents of these two baddies are hiding out in a Dilbana shadow port and you go after them there. The objectives are merely to help the story have a cohesive plot, but feel free to get creative!

Dilbert of Dilbana

1. Usurp the power of the Nerd king, Dilbert of Dilbana. Either by diplomacy or lethal force. You will need to first find Dilbert’s hidden stronghold. Slicing would be a good idea, as would brushing up on your algebra.

Eugene Leopold

2. Stop Eugene Leopold and Wookiee Leaks from exposing Red Raven secrets to the rest of the galaxy.

Please put the following location tags in your posts:

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OOC thread located here: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/50527-dominion-of-dilbana-ooc/#entry758272

 

[Miss Blonde]

Patricia had just finished squeezing a tiny human being out of her body and it was already time to go back to work, well not that she couldn't have taken leave but this was important. She had been undercover at the Ravens for the past six years now and she was once a republic agent, however after everyone who knew about her operation was suddenly gone or dead it was safe to assume there was no going back now. This was her life now and all and all it could of been a lot worse. She was helping fun a successful enterprise, making sure women an children were stuck out of the crossfire of anything bad and made sure that mostly criminals who had it coming got what they deserved. She had even been trying institute a no killing cops policy but it was slow to catch on. But she was here because some E harmony rat faced little mother fucker thought he was cool and could have possibly discovered Patricia's old life as a republic field agent.

She had no intention on bringing the ravens down anymore and now most of them were actually her friends, she still hated the sith but after the events of the mass vanishings they were the least of the problems in the galaxy as it was torn asunder by chaos. So Patricia would just do her job and make sure things were A OK. She stood near Cryax back to her sleek and perfect body due to lots of awesome future technology and plot devices. But she did have to up her dress size due to feeding her child and certain swollen areas. But the mother of two held a rifle and pistols strapped to her thighs and stood next to [member="Cryax Bane"] waiting for orders.

"Cryax I don't mean to insult you or anything but you have the weirdest fan following. I found a Cryax body pillow online yesterday." She said with a little smirk.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Wookiee Leaks headquarters (aka Mrs. Leopold's basement)
Objective: To spill important Red Raven secrets
Allies: Dilbert Cotton
Enemies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Keira Ticon"]


Eugene cracked his knuckles and began to type furiously on his datapad. He was a very fast typer. He had actually clocked himself typing 120 wpm. It was truly a skill to marvel at like his other three hundred and fifty nine marvelous skills. How could someone with so many truly marvelous skills like fast typing, creating model podracers in his basement and making an excellent grilled cheese be so lonely? It was a crime.

And speaking of crimes, he typed out his first Wookiee Leaks update of the day, his fingers rapidly pounding on the keyboard:

"Listen up galaxy! I hear the Red Raven Criminal Syndicate is making an appearance on our Dilbana. In honor of their arrival I've got some juicy tidbits coming up for you. Especially classified, super-secret stuff that the Ravens don't want me telling you. But I'm going to do it anyway because I'm THAT powerful.

I'll give you a little sample: You like to gamble right? Who doesn't? Well the Red Ravens are going to make it easy to gamble and feel extremely protected because they are building energy shields over the Dragon Palace Casino. Now those pesky outlaws, scoundrels and Rebel scum can't just drop a bomb on your while you're gorging yourself on fire-water and feeding your well-earned credits to the one-armed bandit. It's a win-win.

I have so much more to tell you about the Ravens. But you'll have to check back in a little while. Each secret will be bigger, better and more scandalous than the last.

And remember folks: Crime doesn't pay. You know why? Because information is FREE!"

Eugene used platitudes like that all the time without really knowing what they meant. But it just sounded good, didn't it?

 

[Erud'ryz'ladre]

Location: At Mr. Bane's side
Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
Enemies: [member="Eugene Leopold"] @Anyone who attempts to harm Mr. Bane

As usual, Erud'ryz'ladre stood next to Mr. Bane. While she normally did not partake in the more...warlike expeditions of the Red Ravens, this one shouldn't be so violent. At least, it seemed like it shouldn't be.

Besides, the Chiss woman felt slightly guilty for having to take a leave of absence from protecting Mr. Bane, but it was justifiable. When millions of people had mysteriously vanished from the galaxy, some of her own family members had been among the missing: two of her cousins, an uncle, and -- most devastating of all -- her mother. As soon as her father had contacted her, Dryzl had submitted a notice and left immediately. Her family members had still not ben found when she returned to work. Her father had tried to make her stay, but the Chiss needed to distract herself with work.

So, here she was, preparing to stop a slicer from revealing information about her employer's organisation. His criminal organisation, mind you. How dull must a man be to realise nothing about a criminal organisation is shocking -- except when they go legitimate?

At the blonde woman's comment -- Patricia, if she recalled correctly -- Dryzl turned her head slightly to give her a peculiar look. "I personally would like to know what you were looking for in the first place in order to come across such an item," the Chiss replied rather dryly.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Location: A cantina in an unnamed shadow port on Dilbana
Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Erud'ryz'ladre"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
Enemies: [member="Eugene Leopold"]

"Look at this! He's at it again!"

As he browsed the contents of the latest Wookiee Leaks Holo blog post, detailing the energy shield defense strategy that Cryax Bane had paid Titan Industries alot of karking credits for, the Chiss fumed. The digital airing of the Red Ravens dirty laundry all over the Holonet was making the crime boss a very unhappy man. Sitting in a cantina at a Dilbana shadow port, with his executive assistant Patricia and his Chiss bodyguard Dryzl, Bane had been trying to plan out the Ravens operation to take down the Nerd King of Dilbana. However, the Chiss would have to leave the plotting of Dilbert Cotton’s fate to some of the other Red Ravens. He first needed to deal with slicer, Eugene Leopold and his stupid Holonet site.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, Patricia had found that some enterprising company was printing body pillows with his likeness on them. That. Was. So. Creepy. He slammed his hand down on the table, knocking over a few glasses, splashing liquor everywhere. First he would find out who was making them, then burn their factories down, and finally, make all of their employees into stuffing for the throw pillows on his own king-sized bed.

“Patricia, If you're feeling up to it." He cast a glance at her now-flat stomach. "I might need you handle Dilbert of Dilbana. Find out where he's holed up, and see if you can get a meeting with him. Use the Red Raven slicers if you have to.”

“Dryzl, you’re going to accompany me on a little detour to the home or business of one Mister Eugene Leopold. We're going to pay him a nice, friendly social call." And by nice, friendly social call, Cryax meant shoot him in the face. "Once we find his whereabouts, that is.” With that, the Chiss began to do some slicing of his own. Eugene was a talented hacker no doubt, but he would be no match for Cryax's new trojan virus, Blue Phoenix. Techno warfare was Cryax's favorite pastime, and Eugene would soon find that he was merely an amateur in this game.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Wookiee Leaks headquarters (aka Mrs. Leopold's basement)
Objective: To spill important Red Raven secrets and embarrass the kark out of Chiasa
Allies: Dilbert Cotton
Enemies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

Eugene checked the Wookiee Leaks site counter and was irritated that not more hits came through on that last leak. Was he growing unpopular or were the Ravens just not a topic of interest to his readers? He wasn't sure but there was one way to remedy that. MORE LEAKS!

Drinking a caffeinated Fizzy-Bib he rifled through the messages from his anonymous sources to find the next piece of secret information to leak. The Red Ravens were known for their femme fatales and beautiful miscreants. He pulled out a rather titillating set of holopics from one of his infochants. This will do quite nicely, he thought. His fans didn't care about casinos and energy shields - that was for the octogenarian set. They wanted skin and sleaze! And at the end of the day, who didn't?

"Listen up galaxy! I have more on our fine feathered friends,The Red Ravens. And this time I have the holopics to prove it!" In his head he pictured a crowd roaring every time he typed out a sentence.

"My sources tell me that the Twi'lek Raven darling named [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] cuddled with a Coruscanti senator during a campaign fundraising junket paid for with Coruscant public tax dollars. Enjoy these pictures taken from Kallad's Dream Vacation Hostel and funded by your own credits. Wow, one would think a wealthy senator would treat his ladies to a better hotel. Am I right?"
Along with his entry, he uploaded the holopics featuring the attractive orange skinned Twi'lek with very little clothing on wrapped around the human senator. He adoringly stroked her lekku and fed her grapes and champagne. Once he finished uploading all seventy four pictures, he stared at them for a very long time.

Eugene was so very lonely.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Cantina with Cryax and the blue lady.
Objective: Set up a meeting with Dilbert
Allies: [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Erud'ryz'ladre"]

Patricia turned her head to Cryax's new bodyguard, a job that she was still technically doing but was now given the prestigious honor of doing paperwork and setting up his meetings as well. The Executive Assistant, a glorified secretary with a gun. But to retort to her question she smiled and gave a short little giggle.

"It's all over this guys blog, I mean they have everything here." She flicked on her screen for her data logger and started scrolling down the post.

"Cryax body pillows, mugs, Cryax gimp suit, Cryax erotic fan fiction, aaaaaand a life sized replica mold of Cryax's..." She paused and turned her head to Cryax as he spoke to her giving her instructions.

This guy really thought in one dimension, use slicing. Had he ever thought about simple things like a phone book, or public records? Hey whatever though if he wanted to slice everything that was up to him, nerd. So Patricia simply nodded and spoke.

"You got it sahib, would you like another appletini since you seemed happy to spill mine?" She said looking down at her spilt drink. She hadn't even had a sip yet and it was her first alcohol since getting knocked up.

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Cantina in a shadowport on Dilbana
Objective: None, yet
Allies: [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Erud'ryz'ladre"], [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
Enemies: [member="Eugene Leopold"]

Bars and the various drunks that inhabited them were no new sight for Keira. Nor were the various raucous conversations something particularly unusual. All in all, the cantina she'd only just wandered into was typical in every respect. But the business she and the other Ravens were there on was not. Having accompanied the syndicate on a number of planetary takeovers, this was average in that aspect. But apparently they had a few more fans in the galaxy than they'd thought. Not only had they caught wind of a few individuals that had an unhealthy obsession with the gang of criminals, but apparently one of them ran a blog that had threatened to hand out information on the Ravens until they arrived on his doorstep. That by itself didn't bode well, and collectively it was quite a mess.

Casting a cursory glance around the establishment, it only took her seconds to locate the familiar head of blue-black hair that made Cryax Bane, and old friend and associate, so easy to pick out in a crowd. She sauntered over to his table, the same easy smile on her face that was always present, nodding in greeting to the two women already there ahead of her. Not bothering with any kind of formal introduction she simply stood next to the others for a moment, silent, having arrived just in time to catch all that Patricia had to say about the various Cryax-themed merchandise that was available on the planet. Only raising an eyebrow in response to the interesting variety, she looked to the blue-skinned male in question, the same glint in her hazel green eyes now tinted with amber that was always there, hinting at this or that mischievous plan just around the corner. "Where do you need me?"

The answer to that question was likely a number of places at once, as after the recent disappearances the galaxy itself was facing, the Ravens seemed to be short-handed. Or maybe their numbers had originally been this small, and she was only just noticing. Either way, it wasn't something any of them needed, but it was an obstacle that would be tackled like any other. The priority for this mission did, at least to her, seem to be more on the diplomatic side, something rare in and of itself. Negotiation with the proprietors of the information against the Red Ravens was favored over violence, though she had a feeling any nonviolent resignations would soon fly out of the proverbial window once things became heated, as they were always wont to do. And she was perfectly fine with that.

Momentarily looking over Cryax's shoulder to skim all that he was reading, she flashed an amused smile and stepped back again. "Well, he's got guts, I'll give him that. But we've got guns, and I've played this game long enough to know what wins out in the end."

One way or another, the man would be silenced, whether it was to the more permanent end or not. The Ravens were family, and once she was committed to a group, that loyalty ran bone deep. Eugene was about to learn just that, the hard way.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Location: Dragon Palace Casino
Objective: No one gets a free look
Allies: Ravens
Enemies: This twit with the holosite

"Uh, you're not going to like this Ma'am..."

Chiasa looked up to see Declan standing outside the booth she'd currently appropriated on her well deserved day of. He certainly looked grim and was actually wringing his hands.

"I'm not going to like what?"

In response he pushed a holopad across the tabletop to her. The Twi'lek picked it up, scanning it with a bored expression that slowly morphed into first incredulity and then anger.

"What is this! Who took these? That is not a flattering angle!"

"I didn't think you'd be pleased Ma'am."

Said Declan, who'd already saved all the holos that had been posted to a memory stick and hidden it.

"I set the lads in security to tracking it down. We don't have the photographer, but we have the publisher. Kind of. He's on Dilbana, a, and I use the term loosely Ma'am, man named Eugene Leopold."

"Prep my ship. Do we know exactly where? I'd like to have a.. word with Mr Leopold."

"No Ma'am, but we do have the area narrowed down based on his posting habits and comments he's made on his site that have let us work out his most likely time zone. Comparing that to areas that can support this kind of net traffic without it standing out and we have a relatively small field of possibility."

"Good."

"Did.. Did you want me or some of the lads to come along Ma'am?"

"I'll handle this myself. I have the R.I.C.O's."

"Right you are. I'll see to getting your ship prepped."

"Thanks Declan."

"No problem Ma'am."

"And Declan?"

"Yes Miss?"

"If I find out any of the other staff are downloading those holos I will be most peeved."

"Y-Yes Ma'am."

He answered blushing and hurrying away. Chiasa smiled slightly to herself. Men, so predictable.

In the meantime she keyed in a return message via this Wookiee Leaks.

//Incoming transmission..
To: [member="Eugene Leopold"]
From: Chiasa Kritivaas

For the record, it was quite a few of the taxpayers dollars, seeing as he rented out the entire hostel and had it cleaned before I deigned to step foot inside. If you're going to post pictures of me, you could at least choose more flattering ones..

end transmission///

So much for a day off.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: WL HQ
Objective: About to get his creep on Chiasa
Allies: [member="Dilbert Cotton"]
Enemies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

After gazing for so long at the Twi'lek's holopics Eugene was feeling a little hot and bothered. He was about to make a call to his favorite Dilbana escort service, when he received a lovely pinging sound that signaled an incoming message routed from Wookiee Leaks to his datapad. How exciting! A communiqué from Chiasa Kritivaas herself. With glee he read every word of the message and then read it a couple more times for good measure.

Eugene then typed out a reply back:

To: Chiasa Kritivaas
From: Eugene Leopold

Oh I certainly get it Ms. Kritivass. You are asking for more publicity during this difficult time. You celebrities are all alike.
But I can make that more flattering angle happen. If you pay me a visit I will have a professional photographer re-shoot your romp with the Senator. And of course, I'll play the part of the Senator. Happy to oblige.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Location: Enroute to Dilbana aboard Ship
Objective: Get pictures taken down, or better ones put up
Allies: Ravens
Enemies: Meh

As she checked the course for Dilbana, the Twi'lek heard a ping, and a small light on one of the consoles started to flash. A message had been received. Toggling it open she grinned once, he'd taken the bait. That had been easy. Reading a little farther she was actually rather flattered. He thought she was a celebrity? I mean, of course she thought she was, but she rarely worked in the forefront. Most of the mainstream medias pics of the Ravens were of the Bane family, not her. Which suited her fine of course but. It was still flattering.

So thinking, she keyed in her reply.

///Incoming transmission...
To: [member="Eugene Leopold"]
From: Chiasa Kritivaas

What no drinks or small talk first? Even the Senator had to meet me in public and buy me something nice before I agreed to play with him.. Of course these days I can get anything I want all by myself. So. You and me first, then maybe a photographer, if you're nice to me.

..end transmission//

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Mom's Basement, not kidding he really lives there
Objective: Date with Chiasa
Allies: [member="Dilbert Cotton"]
Enemies: [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

Eugene smiled, leaned back in his chair and laced his hands together, arms behind his back. That exchange was as close as he'd gotten to a date in months of not years. He sure had a way with the ladies! He rose and pumped his fist into the air.

But he couldn't have Chiasa come to his house, no way. The truth of it was that Eugene Leopold still lived with his mother in the basement which he had turned into WL Headquarters. This reminded him...

"Mom!!!! I'm out of Fizzy-Bip!!! Can you please bring more down?"

Oh that's right, Mrs. Leopold had disappeared in the strange galaxy event. He had written about the event on Wookiee Leaks and the mishandling the emergency response by the various governments, especially those of The Repbulic and The One Sith. He had ended the leak with: "If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of giants" which was quite poetic and totally plagiarized.

But now he needed to get ready for his date and figure out where he wanted to meet the Twi'lek. When Eugene wasn't holed up in Mrs. Leopold's basement he bounced around the various couches of his closest friends and confidants. Being a multi-millionaire had cured his social anxiety but he still didn't like being seen in public much. Maybe it had to do with the fact that every time he stepped foot outside people came up and tried to punch him. Why were other people so jealous?

And it had only been a couple of minutes but he needed to make sure he hadn't lost the interest of Chiasa already. That seemed to happen to him a lot so he sent her the following message:

To: Chiasa Kritivaas
From: Eugene Leopold

I will certainly wine and dine you, Chiasa. I'm figuring out the location right now. As you know it has to be super top secret as I am a powerful galaxian figure in my own right. Like your Senator, I can't just waltz you into a bed-bug ridden motel on the outskirts of the city. Once we've had our fill of the finest food and alcohol, then we can take very tasteful holopics in a real studio-like atmosphere worthy of a personage such as yourself. I'm thinking we can do this in Dilbert Cotton's residence but I need to check with him first. I'm on the move and will message you when I find our rendezvous point.

Eugene quickly changed into his best cashmere black turtleneck, slicked some pomade through his hair and grabbed his datapad. He grabbed a Fizzy-Bip for the road, left his house and jumped into his speeder, a simple model speeder as to not attract attention but one with tinted windows.

 

[Erud'ryz'ladre]

Location: At Mr. Bane's side
Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Keira Ticon"]
Enemies: [member="Eugene Leopold"] @Anyone who attempts to harm Mr. Bane

Ignoring Mr. Bane's outburst, Dryzl listened to Patricia, only raising an eyebrow as she began to list off the things made in her employer's image. Well, then. Someone appeared to be rather fond of the Chiss man. As the human continued to list things, she couldn't help but sneak a glance at their boss, hunched over a datapad. Interesting, she thought. In all of the years she'd spent away from her planet, not once had the Chiss experienced as much excitement as she had in employment to the Red Ravens. Just the thought of that ghastly nah swerr, the drug lord Rancor, was enough to send a shiver of disgust down her spine.

And speaking of excitement...

The sudden display of anger from Mr. Bane, which resulted in several glasses being knocked over, caused Dryzl to jump slightly. Taking a step away from the puddle forming on the ground, the Chiss listened as he divvied out the duties. Perhaps this Mr. Leopold is the one causing Mr. Bane so much grief? Most likely, judging by his expression.

She turned her head to give the newcomer a once-over, her brain immediately categorizing the woman as a non-threat. At least, not to Mr. Bane. Ms. Ticon was, if her credentials were to be believed, not a woman with whom one wanted to end up on the wrong side of.

Listening to Ms. Ticon speak, the bodyguard couldn't help but quip wryly to her boss, "I take it you wish to thank him personally for spreading your visage and...other features across the Holonet as purchaseable items, Mr. Bane?"

 

[Cryax Bane]

Location: A cantina in an unnamed shadow port on Dilbana
Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Erud'ryz'ladre"] [member="Keira Ticon"][member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
Enemies: [member="Eugene Leopold"]

“Let me see that,” Cryax demanded as he grabbed Patricia's Datalogger arm so that he could inspect the strange merchandise using his likeness. He flicked a hand at the screen. “K'pah! That so-called ‘replica,’ isn’t even the right size!” he complained, blushing profusely. That bastard Nerd King needed to die. Now. As a waitress stooped over the table to clean up his mess, the Chiss ordered Patricia a new appletini and shot her a look that said, ‘happy now?’

“Keira, I’m gonna need you on Dilbert also,” he instructed, and then knowing there was sensitivity about Dilbert’s creepy obsession, added. “Not “on” Dilbert, but, on Dilbert, well, you know what I mean. Anyway, maybe Jalek Sathora can help with finding out where his Stronghold is located.” He turned to his Chiss bodyguard. “Why yes, Dryzl, I am personally going to thank Dilbert for his merchandise. I’m going to thank him with a rifle butt right up his...”

Suddenly, Cryax’s Datalogger pinged. He was incensed to see another Wookiee Leaks blog post, this time spilling some embarrassing details about the Red Ravens diplomat, Chiasa Krivitaas. Simultaneously, Blue Phoenix announced that it had successfully been installed on Eugene’s network, and in a few clicks, Cryax found his whereabouts, a basement apartment somewhere in the capital, Dilbana City.

“I got you now, Eugene,” he muttered to himself, then turned to Patiricia and Keira. “Good luck, ladies. Let me know when you find the Nerd King’s stronghold and if you need backup.” Then Cryax sprang to his feet, motioned for Dryzl to join him, and hailed them both a speeder taxi outside the shadow port.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Location: Enroute to Dilbana aboard Ship
Objective: Get pictures taken down, or better ones put, up have ego catered to
Allies: Ravens
Enemies: Meh

Ship was well and truly on it's way now, coordinates checked and double checked, the Twi'lek just had to entertain herself until arrival. She sat draped over the pilots chair in a manner rarely if ever seen in public, one leg over the arm as she languidly considered her nails. She had time to redo them she supposed. If she was going to be seen out and there was a chance of holos being taken, she intended to look her best.

The ping and flashing light drew her from her thoughts, and she moved to read the new message.

Dilbert who now? Whatever. With a name like Dilbert he couldn't be that important. Of course that was largely how she felt about a planet called Dilbana. Was Dilbert a popular name there? How unfortunate. It was practically a galactic crime. Powerful galaxian figure. That was a bit of a laugh, but she supposed someone must read his little site if Declan thought it important enough to bring to her attention. She did however like the bits about having the finest of things and that places had to be worthy of her. This was the right and correct way of things. She supposed a reply was in order.

///Incoming transmission..
To: [member="Eugene Leopold"]
From: Chiasa Kritivaas

Lovely. I'm sure by the time I reach planet you'll have found something suitable, this will also allow me time to freshen up..

..end transmission///

Let him stew on that last bit. This seemed like a good day to go almost full Twi'lek, and flaunt what she was given. She'd show him just why those holos he'd posted were not good enough or up to par.

 

[Dilbert Cotton]

Location: The Nerd King Stronghold
Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Eugene Leopold"]
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

“Pretty, pretty, birdy!" said the Nerd King as he lovingly stroked the soft black feathers of one of his favorite pet ravens, the one he’d named Keira. He had put it in a little dress and had given it a tiny toy lightsaber which is held in its claws, and now it sat on his arm, cocking its head as it regarded him with one wild eye.

“Caw!” said Keira and pecked at his hand ungratefully.

“Ow! Keira, that’s not very nice,” Dilbert chastised. “Don’t make me pluck out your feathers again, Keira.” He chuckled, and stuck the bird on his shoulder where it pooped down the back of his blue satin jacket. Chiss Blue, that was the color he called it because it made him look like Cryax Bane, the President of the Red Ravens, a man he simultaneously idolized and hated.

Amid the raucous squawking of his other pet Ravens, the Nerd King shuffled across the floor and placed the bird carefully back in its coop. Dilbert then made his way over to his favorite wall, where Holo pictures of the Red Ravens floated a centimeter out from its surface, lining the wall from floor to ceiling, end to end. He immediately went over to the Keira Ticon section.

“I wish I could press delete on all your clothes,” he said to the Holopics.

Suddenly the Nerd King was pulled from his reverie by the sight of one of his security Holo cams showing a speeder pulling up outside of his stronghold. Oh ho ho, who was this then? He adjusted his glasses so that he could get a better look. Exiting the speeder was Eugene Leopold, founder of Wookiee Leaks and one of his good friends. Eh, who was he kidding Leopold was his only friend.

“Better run fast, Leopold,” he giggled. The Nerd King’s stronghold was surrounded by thick, putrid-smelling swamps and foul with beasts such as Swamp Sharks and Marsh Wyrms. It was always funny watching Leopold run for his life. Sometimes the Nerd King would wait until the very last second to open the Stronghold’s front door for his friend, just when the Wyrm was rearing up, ready to strike. That was always a hoot.

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

A message was soon received, intended for one [member="Cryax Bane"].
The simple message read as follows:

Am using outdated tech to send message STOP
Was notified of Red Ravens dominion intent STOP
Am finding transportation STOP
Will be there shortly STOP
I hate this stupid Rebel spaceship that I have to fly STOP
How's it going STOP
Never mind STOP
You won't be able to respond STOP
Ummm STOP
Yeah, I'm coming STOP
See ya' STOP
-Jarven Zexxel STOP

 

[Jalek Sathora]

Location: Back of the cantina Cryax and the others are in
Objective: Slice into the Nerd King's network
Allies: [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Isaac Ideus"], Red Ravens
Enemies: [member="Dilbert Cotton"]

C'mon, let's play a little game. Never one to really bother with what others were doing unless it directly pertained to him or his, Jalek was currently seated at the back of the same cantina the other Ravens were using as their temporary base of operations, booted feet kicked up on the table, leaned back in his chair. Already he was wading through lines of code, deeply engrossed in the task at hand: somehow crack into the newest network provided to him, by any means possible. Eventually he would end up exploiting the malware that had recently been developed by Cryax himself, dubbed the Blue Phoenix. But before that was even plausible, he would have to gain access the old-fashioned way. And thus far it was proving to be a suitable challenge.

Flicking a strand of red hair out of his eyes he sighed quietly, momentarily scanning the bar for any nearby familiar faces before returning to his work, typing another few lines of code and stringing them together. This was taking longer than he would have liked. Being one that liked to think he was at least a bit more intelligent than average despite his street kid persona that was just as much a part of his personality as his more serious, intellectual side, this little task seemed to be intent on proving him wrong at every turn. I guess that's what happens when you find a guy that has nothing better to do than sit around and code every day. And so far, it seemed that was all this kid did with his life.

Momentarily he set his datapad down on the table, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one, inhaling smoke as he set back into his work. Smoking was a habit he'd been trying to kick more for Cryax than anything, and he'd made substantial progress, only needing a cigarette under stressful or irritating circumstances such as these. That was one silver lining of everything.

Smoke rings drifted lazily into the air as he typed a few more lines of numbers and letters both, planting a decoy in the coding here and there to hopefully throw his adversary off long enough for him to make more substantial progress than what he'd been accomplishing. If he was lucky the network would be breached within the next few minutes, and the real fun would begin. Well, real fun for those that didn't consider the digital world their playground. He was more interested in the technological side of things than any of the actual fighting, and being the only man on the job gave him time to enjoy it.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: The Nerd King Stronghold
Objective: 1 and 2
Allies: Dilbert Cotton
Enemies: [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

Eugene didn't know why his friend Dilbert had a moat around his mansion. The infochant was all for one to re-instate the native flora and fauna on a planet like Dilbana which had been ecologically wrecked by its proximity to the Triellus Trade route but the tepid, algae-filled bog was over the top in his opinion. It seemed to serve no purpose but to entertain Cotton as he watched his guests (pretty much Eugene only) jump around like a Hoojib trying to avoid the Marsh Wyrms. After he parked his speeder in the luxury garage on the perimeter of the property and surveyed the swamp.

Eugene was not in peak physical condition but fear could make a man run for his life. And that's what Eugene did, trying to run through the shallowest parts of the water. He carried a plastic bag with an extra pair of shoes inside because his would be swampy by the time he reached the Stronghold. Once he got close to the front door, he reminded himself to buy Dilbert Cotton a motorized boat so he could avoid all of this unsavory splashing around. Oh and there was a swamp shark. Great, he thought jumping over it like a track star.

He reached the front door and banged on it. "Dilbert! Let me in!" He really wanted to get back to preparing for his date with Chiasa and posting another Raven secret to Wookiee Leaks.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Cantina
Objective: Find Dilbert
Allies: [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Jalek Sathora"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Erud'ryz'ladre"] [member="Keira Ticon"]
Enemies: [member="Dilbert Cotton"] [member="Eugene Leopold"]

Patricia sighed at all the nerds around her and took her fresh appletini from the bartender, she really needed to recruit more people who didn't know sub routines and coding googley gook. Cause there was only so much nerd in a given day she could handle, and today those limits were being pushed to the max. Her son Kincaid and daughter Erika were at home and she desperately hoped they didn't grow up to be creepy sociopathic nerds who barred themselves away from the sun and social contact with the outside world. So Patricia got on the job of finding this Dilbert and figured the best way to do so was to go to his blog and simply write him a message. Pulling up her data logger she took a sip of her appletini and a look of pure bliss spread on her tongue and face as the first alcohol she had in nine months touched her features.

"Oh that's the stuff." She said putting the glass down shortly after.

Moving up to send a message to this Dilbert person's weird Cryax obsessed blog she began to write a message. That read

"Hello Mister Dilbert this is Miss.Garter and as you already know you I am the Executive Assistant to the Red Raven Criminal Syndicate and we have been so impressed with your loyalty and following that we want to officially want to extend our hand out to you to join our ranks and help grow our enterprise. And of course there would be a formal meeting with Miss Ticon to introduce you into our group. Buuuut there's only one problem, there seems to be someone who is airing a lot of the ravens dirty laundry and we need to find that person and politely ask them to stop. But we need your help to do it, if you can do that then we will arrange the meeting and consider yourself a full blown member of the Red Ravens! Proof that we are here and willing will of course be attached."

Afterwards Patricia ran up to [member="Keira Ticon"] and with her logger took a quick selfie of the two of them with her doing a duck face and holding a peace sign with her fingers. And just like that the selfie was over and she pressed a few buttons attached the photo to the message then sent it away. If there was anything a friend would betray another friend for, it was a woman.