Junction Terminal Crisis (RTL+HSC Junction of Reuss VII + Oba Diah)

[Tales of the Outer Rim]

THE TERMINUS SPIRE
CASINO ABOARD THE DREAM OF THE RIM
A luxury, high-class casino aboard the Dream of the Rim, with a vertical orientation along the central spine of the ship, running up numerous levels.

Ten thousand kilometers of Outer Rim forged shipsteel glides through the void on shimmering sails. They call this ethereal wonder the Dream of the Rim, perhaps the largest cruise vessel to ever grace the ink. Thousands of patrons run amok within the pleasure craft, which has everything from specialty bars to high end salons. It also has a particularly large casino where the filthy rich gather in masses.

This casino, known as the Terminus Spire, is certainly a nice place to be.

But not tonight.

Blaster shots go off. Mooks in masks start screaming for everyone to get on the ground. It’s pandemonium. People are crying, but even all their money won’t dry their tears. Some are angry, turn to threats, refuse to comply. A pistol whip and a broken nose quickly puts them back on the ground.

The bandits start separating people into groups, restraining those they believe are dangerous, and attempting to break into the casino vault.

They also manage to somehow seal the doors to the Terminus Spire. As the Dream’s security teams try to respond to the unfolding crisis, the captain of the vessel receives the demands of the criminals. They want 1,000,000 in unmarked underworld credits wired to their crypto account, otherwise they will start killing a hostage every hour on the hour.

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Welcome to the hostage crisis aboard the Dream of the Rim. To streamline your participation in this junction thread, we have developed handy-dandy objectives:

League Objectives:

• Are you a hostage? Remain calm. Help is on the way. If you can, try to establish contact with the outside security teams. Do not jeopardize the lives of your fellow hostages.
• Are you part of the security responding to the crisis? Figure out a way to breach the doors, subdue the criminals, and rescue the hostages.
• Are you simply a bystander? Please kindly relocate to your cabin, lock your door, and wait for the crisis to be resolved.

Consortium Objective:

• This job is a high risk, high reward smash-and-grab. Break into the casino’s vault and get as much in raw gems and bullion as you can. Make sure the hostages don’t stage a revolt. If you have to, kill a few to prove we are willing to carry out our threats. They probably won’t ever wire us the credits, but keep that as the primary demand. Make them think this a hostage ransom, not a casino robbery. After you have the contents of the vaults, escape.

 

[Shar Vida]

LEAGUE OBJECTIVE ONE

Well, wasn't that just his luck. Kuna huddled in a corner behind a decorative plot, pushing himself as far back against the wall as he could. Pandemonium tore through the casino and he clutched his small hat of credits against his chest.

It had taken him weeks to get the opportunity to sneak aboard the vessel and even longer to finally make his way into the casino as a performer. It took a while to forge documents, after all. A low whistle echoed through his beak and he caught his breath, covering his beak with his hands.

Very inconvenient to have a musical organ, especially in a circumstance like this. But then, over the sound of the blaster fire and the screams and the demands for credits, he found it unlikely anyone had heard him.

He dropped to his knees and studied the chaos of the many legs ranging through the casino. Many of them, he admired, although now was hardly the appropriate time for that. He had to focus. Find a way to the door. Get out.

No way in all the hells of Corellia did he intend to stick around. Just because he billed himself as the outlaw professor doesn't mean he wanted a life of crime, certainly not violent crime. After all, there was nothing inherently unethical about convincing people to give you money. It was not coerced or utilizing fear. It made them feel good and kept food in his belly and his creditors at bay, at least for a bit. Karking Karkarodons. Such loan sharks. It had only been a five hundred credit loan to start with.

Now they wanted to squeeze him for several million, which not anywhere in the contract. They blamed "inflation" but he knew that was absurd. They were trying to fleece him and sadly had the teeth to pull it off.

There had to be an opening to be able to scuttle to safety somewhere.

 

[Vizjaw Tanakt]

Equipment: BR-4 "Baleful Bantha" Blaster Rifle (Primary Weapon), Vizjaw's Beskar-Duster (Armor), Twisted Vambraces (Vambraces)

Vizjaw had been looking for a chance to make a heap of credits, and win the respect of the other syndicates. This heist was a chance to do both. While jawas were generally seen as harmless, a large group of them armed with blaster rifles could actually be intimidating. Knowing that he would stand little chance of looking scary alone, the crime boss would arrive with an entourage of ten jawa enforcers.

The main doors of the casino's largest room would seemingly explode, as a wrist rocket from the jawa would blow them down. Viz would march in first, followed by the ten other jawas who walked behind him. Surprisingly, the former bounty hunter spoke galactic basic pretty well. "DON'T NOBODY MOVE! We're getting our credits or this whole room is gonna die! Everyone better stay put, or else!"

The large group of Twisted Sand thugs would begin walking across the room, all pointing their weapons in different directions, attempting to deter any heroes. One of the thugs would mutter to Viz in jawaese, <"Boss, I think we really got em' scared! No human's been afraid of us before."> If the situation weren't so serious, Viz would have facepalmed at that remark. Their gang needed to be on the top of their game for this mission. They needed these credits, especially for what they had planned on Tatooine.

"That's right! Nobody needs to play the hero! No one gets hurt!"

 

[SC-ID "Cairo"]

Consortium
The Dream of the Rim

Tags: Open
​

The droid known as Cairo patrolled the ship, helping to secure the casino as he went. "Get tah work on da locktulla! Lets get it wata by doe tee-tocky jee-jee finish securing doe ship!" (Get to work on that vault! Let's get it opened by the time we've secured the ship!) He began sweeping the ship, twirling his blade in his hand. He was communicating in Huttese, for simplicities sake as many of the Consortiums enforcers spoke that language. Of course, there were also the Jawa's, whom he could also communicate with.

He was disguised as his normal appearance, just an average man. He needed to appear as menacing as possible. "Everyone, hand all of your credits over and you'll all get out of this just fine." Now speaking in basic, he had no qualms with killing innocents for a job, but it was best to be avoided. He watched as civilians hurried to drop their credits into the "criminals" and Jawa's bags.

How the rich and mighty had fallen, now it was time for him to pick up the ashes. As he passed a man, he attempted to reach for the droids weapon in his holster, but was quickly hit on the nose with the butt of Cairo's blade. "Try and be a hero one more time, and you're dead." He looked around, amazed by the pandemonium they had caused within moments of arriving. He activated his comm, "We've secured the main casino, does anyone have eyes on the vault?"

 

[Cryx Tillian]

Jessica Bowers Sebastian van Ruud TE-236 Nej Tane Doctor Røyskatt ”Roy” Besh Inara Basai BB-610 Dash Colton
RIMWARD RANGER CORPS & ORION JOINT SECURITY BASE
OBJECTIVE TWO
A280CFE Security Kit ORION HUNTSMEN ARMOR

Deep in the ship, towards the bottom of the ventral hull, an alarm sounded. Red lights flashed and eyes snapped to the display screen as a voice echoed across the security center. Hostage situation in the Terminus Spire. Unknown number of armed assailants storming the casino and demanding a million underworld credits.

Cryx looked up from his screen where he was assessing a decryption module taken from Polis Massa after the massacre. ORION and the Rangers were hunting down the perpetrators, wherever they ran and hid in the galaxy. He would make sure of it. The Saaraai-Kaar would make sure of it. And that was a man who held to his promises.

They had a new detachment of Rangers and Rescue Service aboard the Dream, while their ship Endurance was in drydock for repair after their expedition to the Zavian Abyss, as well as some much needed leave.

Sadly, it looked like that leave would be short-lived. Cryx slipped out of his cubicle and made his way to the armory, the guards taking a look at his insignia and stepping out of the way. Others were filling in.

"Gathering readouts and designs for the affected bulkheads," Cryx could hear the situation team already going through the procedures they'd put in place. He pushed that out of his mind for the moment and gathered his gear, adjusting the CFE into carbine mode for this one, but letting it dangle from a sling, while he pulled on the Huntsmen armor.

Tactical teams were gearing up in resolute silence while Cryx strode out into the hallway, patching his comms to the shipboard security network. Just one casino, albeit a large one, out of a ten-kilometer ship was helpful. And the perpetrators had sealed the entrances as well, which kept the situation contained unless they tried to blow through the bulkheads. Even if they had lightsabers, that would take a long time.

"Clear out the surrounding blocks," a voice rattled through the comm, "And seal the corridors." Head of the security detachment, Cryx guessed, although he had never met the being before. It was smart. Contain the situation. The casino was vertical, amidships, directly above the ventral hull, covering multiple floors in its own almost self-enclosed space. Main entrance was in the middle floor, with the casino spreading both downwards and upwards from there.

The doors slid open with a hiss and he stepped out. Things were calm in the main boulevard running the length of the vessel. The havoc had not spread beyond the casino, which was good. Hopefully, they could manage to prevent a panic.

 

[Torc Valhorn]

League Objective One
Torc Valhorn

Torc frowned, still holding his hand from the Sabacc table. A pair of plus twos and a negative four, he would have won that last hand if not for the rude interruption. They could have at least waited a few more minutes. At his side, the Zygerrian recoiled at the scent of whiskey that was soaking into his jacket, such a waste.

He looked up at the flickering glass of a shattered monitor, seeing a group of Jawas fanning out across the room. Jawas? What next. Ewoks... Gungans? Today was beginning to feel like the start of a bad nightmare. Placing the cards upon the ruby carpet he pressed his hand into the Zygerrian's chest stopping it from moving and surrendering its position.

"Don't." He whispered and motioned to the shattered monitor. Despite the faint growl, it nodded in understanding, allowing Torc to focus on the situation. The Dream of the Rim wasn't Frontier's Hope or even the Endurance, but they were all built the same. Somewhere there would be a maintenance hatch - likely concealed either behind the padding of interior walls or beneath the carpet. "Behind the bar, probably." He uttered.

Easier said than done, the bars scattered across the Casino had plenty of open space. He'd be visible from a mile away, making a distraction necessary. Maybe he could trigger the fire suppression system? It would lift any sort of lockdown the gangsters might have employed to fortify their position. No, too obvious. And some civilians might try and outrun blasters. I need to be patient and wait for an opportunity.

Of course, they would inevitably find him if he stayed here too long. Bastards.

 

[Vizjaw Tanakt]

Equipment: BR-4 "Baleful Bantha" Blaster Rifle (Primary Weapon), Vizjaw's Beskar-Duster (Armor), Twisted Vambraces (Vambraces)

The crew of jawas made their way across the room with very little resistance, they had yet to spot anyone who stood in their way. Inspiring fear was easy when they were holding such large blasters. Phase one of the plan was well under way, they needed to make the whole thing look like a proper hostage situation. Viz would give out commands in jawaese, <"Everyone split up. Secure the room. I'm going to find our associates.">

The gang of jawas would all split up into different directions, five pairs of two enforcers would approach various groups of unarmed patrons. They would raise their blasters toward the people and shout various obscenities to keep the people scared. An old associate of theirs, Cairo was also there. He would be a big help. Vizjaw himself would focus on finding the vault. It wasn't suppose to be all that hard to track down. He had the tools to take down most doors, if he could actually find them. <"Thanks for the assist old friend."> ( SC-ID "Cairo" ) Viz would remark.

Deciding to get a move on, the Z-6 Jetpack attached to the back of his armored duster would come to life, propelling him across the room and toward a door that lead to a hallway. His enforcers would start to secure the room, while he would begin wandering the halls in search of the vault. It had to be around there somewhere... <"I wonder where everyone else is...">

 

[Scarlett Zann]

Scar had received word of the casino job, but it did not interest her much as it was a bit small time for her and her growing Consortium. The million credits was no small prize, but it would be split so many ways that her eventual cut would not be worth it. She could however, make use of the distraction to steal something of worth to her. One of the tasks in inheriting the family business was bringing back items that were lost to the Consortium. Not necessarily things that could not be replaced, but more sentimental purposes. One such item, she found to be located in the hanger of the large ship. It was the personal property of another crime boss who was taking a week off on the station. He spent all of his time on the ship which made it impossible to steal without tipping him off. Now, however, him and his goons were on board this floating mall and distracted. No doubt there would be some security protecting the hanger, but she had a few distractions of her own planned to help both her and the vault crew above.

 

[Shar Vida]

Jawas? This joint was getting kicked over by Jawas? His turf was getting stolen by the scavengers? His ears flushed in outrage at the indignation. He had spent months getting this gig as the casino's resident academic travel professional. Now it was going to be ruined by these hooligans. Since when did Jawas take hostages anyway? That made no sense, unless they had taken up biological scavenging as well as mechanical.

He stopped suddenly and reconsidered. That was bad. The galaxy was a dark place and surely there would be those callous and ruthless enough to want a Rin nose-flute... detached from the Rin. That sent a shiver down his spine. He would have to play it safe, play it careful.

Unless there was a scam going on. It would be possible, but this was an expensive way to pull something off. However, where credits were being spent... that meant there was an in. He just need an in.

How did he get his slice of the con? That would be the next question. His eyes darted around the walls. This ship was ten thousand meters long and they were kilometers away from any hangars. If they wanted ant significant amount of loot from this, they'd have to escape a different way. And it wouldn't be out the front. That would already be barricaded by a company of from the Ranger Corps. The Jawas had big guns, but not that big.

There had to be a plan here. He just had to figure out what it was and find a loose member of the crew who could cut him in. Maybe make a deal. He knew the maintenance hatches and tunnels. They didn't.

 

[Cass Gemini]

Spoiler: Gear and other links

Equipped:

• Calypso's Thunder
• Harlequin sabers
• Gravpack
• Viper mk2 skinsuit
• Thermal Detonators

Ship:

• Midnight Kyber
• 4 x Sciss stealth fighters

NPCs:

• Crew of the Midnight Kyber

Objective: rescue high rollers and all their money, then maybe space the high rollers, haven't decided
Tag: OPEN
Wearing: This outfit

Consortium objective​

Cass walked through the Casino, she had been aboard for a little while before the attack happened, she had a room, complete with a lovely young personal room concierge who would attend to her every need, and she had taken full advantage. But now it was show time, she sat at the craps table, she was a little bit down, but she wasn't using her own credits so it didn't matter either way, the main thing was she had worked her way in with the high rollers and already some obese zabrak man was throwing expensive cocktails at her and inviting her back to his room. Silly man, if he only knew what her plan was, she giggled loudly at his latest bad joke. Then the attack happened, the muscle started throwing people about and herding them into different corners, one such muscle was her own man, Drysham, he headed the high rollers into a secure room, with a buffet and everything, what a thoughtful mawite he could be some times.

"Nobody play a hero!" she heard the shout go out from the main room. Oh well, she thought to herself, She was hardly a nobody but she would break the rules this once. After all, what there people needed was a hero, someone who could get them to their expensive suites, help them collect their valuables and escort them to a rescue ship. Well it just so happened that Cass liked rich people, she liked expensive suites, she really liked valuables and oh my, she had a rescue ship docked at a nearby port. The force was with these lucky people today. The was glad she had spent the time using her charms on the patrons, she sensed no suspicion and one of the younger patrons had already told Cass that she was scared and hoped she would be OK.

"excuse me miss...." came an anxious voice from behind her "I can't help but notice you have a light saber, are you a Jedi? Are you going to help us?" Cass laughed, all part of the ruse, little subtle tells that she had some kind of power behind her, let them seek her protection and leadership. She laughed, "If I was a proper Jedi I wouldn't likely be planning on dragging this lovely chap back to my room now would I?" she gestured to the Zabrak, her tone was friendly and confident, but saying she was an actual jedi would arose suspicions why she was getting drunk partying. "I know a few of their tricks, little bit of training, that's all, enough to keep me and, hopefully the rest of you safe." The little hesitancy in her voice, make sure that they know the leader feels the situation is dangerous, keep them scared.

"you! you work her, whats the quickest way back to the hangar?" a pretty zeltron girl, another of her crews, Pix Teleisha, dressed in a waitress outfit nervously stood up and walked over to the comm. The genius expect pilot made a hash of the entering the codes, she was supposed to be scared after all, but eventually got the map up.

"OK, we can go this way through the service corridor, it leads past the executive suites and then to the hangars, i dont think they have many guarda there, and I think your shuttle is registered there Miss." Pix spoke with feigned nerves.

"past our suites! I need my personal safe! We should stop if its safe" came an abrupt demand
"And me, I am a very important man!" came another

Music to my ears, thought Cass to herself, maybe it was dealing with a cranky Ubese who kept leaving teeth marks on her, or the half ubese baby who kept doing the same, but Cass was feeling very focused today. The force was in her corner.

 

[Naada Sa]

"Come on...Come on...show me 36, please!"
The togrutan stood close to a table, waiting for the result of her last bet when everything changed in a matter of seconds. Naada was mostly known to be a trader of valuable artifacts found in remote or well hidden places but she was also quite known to be a lucky gambler by those who knew her. But not tonight. As the jawas interrupted what was to be her holiday onboard 'the dream of the rim' she faced yet another round of bad luck this evening AND the ball landed on 23.
Naada silently cursed while she followed the crowd of whiny upper class people all while staring daggers into that little ball that had caused her to loose credits all night. It would actually take her a few minutes to change her focus from the cursed table to the situation she was finding herself in. It was far from good but as the round was made among the crowd to press them to give up credits, Naada would roll her eyes dramatically. She had lost all that she had allowed herself to spend tonight and if it hadn't been for these lawless people wreaking havoc she'd be on her way to bed.

With her arms now crossed, the togruta gazed into the several separated groups across the vast room, spotting a pair of what looked like civilians that moved a little suspicious to her; perhaps looking for a way out of here? Dangerous. Surely the ship was jam-packed with security? Where were they anyway? She let her mind figure out how epically bad it would be if this group had somehow overcome the security onboard and that perhaps those guys over there were onto something. The clever thing would be to try and sneak away.

Up? Impossible. Simply walking out that door? Growling silently, she cursed the day she was born a yellow Togruta - she was quite visable in this crowd!

 

[Bane Darkclaw]

As the distress beacon was triggered to the situation on the 'Dream of the Rim', Bane made a coarse correction to meet the ship in the next 30 minutes. He knew it was an internal security matter which he was not interested in. He knew that a crew that would set up such a large job, had to have a plan to get off the ship as soon as they could, this now would cross into his territory of expertise. His plan is to jump in and investigate all possible ways for them to exit the ship once their job was completed. The obvious exits would be the hangers, but he would also have to check and screen any rescue ships that were at the ready to exit the situation with survivors. It was all too common these days for criminals to try to blend in with the fleeing survivors. He would also have to play by the FTL rules, that was until he got the criminals into his domain, into his ship, then all rules were out the window. Bane paced his bridge as they flew as fast as they could to situation. He would clench his fist in anger. He hated criminals and pirates, to his very core.

 

[Scarlett Zann]

Scar had just successfully made her way in and out of a power relay station between the nearest hanger to the casino and the casino. Security was tight in the halls but the critical systems were a bit laxed as the main focus was on the escalating situation in the casino. She had earlier, before the alarms had sounded, made her way in and out of a few non-essential system areas such as auxiliary life support, small sitting porches with viewports to open space outside, and to a few crew and maintenance rooms. With every stop she made, the few mags she brought and snuck around security when she arrived, got lighter and lighter.

She had a few additional spots to attend before she could put her plan into motion. As she made her way down a secondary corridor, she hid herself next to a golden statue of someone that she did not recognize as a security team hurried their way towards and then by her. She sighed in relief. It was nothing that she could not handle, but it was too soon in her plan for security to be alerted to her presence.

She knew that he recent business partner or ally, the Jawa Boss, was doing the casino job and hoped that he was having success with the operation thus far.

 

[Targus Sainze]

CONSORTIUM OBJECTIVE​

Tags: Consortium crew, SC-ID "Cairo" Vizjaw Tanakt Scarlett Zann

Bad day to be running security, Targus thought, as he lowered himself from the ceiling to land beside the corpses of two security guards, their skulls still smoking.

The Mandalorian holstered his pistols and got to work, scanning the area. Wide-open hallway with connecting passages, one branching back to the casino floor, another into security. Beyond this hallway, he could hear the shouts and screams from the main floor as the others pacified the patrons.

As Targus put a hand on the wall and moved along it, he checked the progress of the remote codebreakers. They had already hacked into security and fed a live stream of the casino's own camera feeds into a small display in his helmet.

He stopped at a T-junction. At the end of this long hallway, he found what he was looking for: a pair of thin grooves running from the floor to the ceiling. Signs of a hidden door that appeared to be merely part of the wall, its separation only visible in this thin outline. According to the stolen schematics and the moles, this was the shortest path into the vault proper, a hidden exit for emergencies. An entrance that the Consortium would now use.

"We've secured the main casino, does anyone have eyes on the vault?"

"We do. Location is at Besh-Prime waypoint. Confirm pacification, over."

As Targus began to set microcharges along the edges of the hidden door, he spotted Vizjaw Tanakt coming down the hallway towards him.

Targus signalled to the Jawa to come over. After the outer, layer there would be at least two more (at least, according to the moles the Consortium had planted in the casino). One would be electrical and another mechanical, physically shutting the vault proper from the outside.

As Vizjaw approached, Targus signalled a query: resistance? require backup in main room? If needed, Targus was willing to take over pacification duties in the main rooms of the casino. Jawa enforcers were one thing, but the sight of a Mandalorian usually kept most high-rollers frozen.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Consortium Objective​

As long as I've been doin' this, I should know by now that no Hutt related job is clean job.

Killing hostages, even rich ones, was always a prospect that made Sal feel bile in the back of his throat and made his gut wrench just a little.

Katarn strode toward Vizjaw Tanakt and Targus Sainze , a slugthrower in his right hand and a simple mask obscuring his features. He wore what looked like a leather coat and a pair of leather bracers, but nobody needed to know that the leather was actually fashioned from leviathan and terentatek hides. Just weren't important to most people unless they got in a scuffle with a Jedi or Sith type.

"Viz's crew look like they've got hair-triggers" rasped Sal, "You might make a better negotiator when the call from security comes... and it'll come. I'll help round up the hostages." He frowned. "Other thing was... on the way over I saw a Kraken walking away with some of the them. Might want to check in on that." ( Cass Gemini )

The mercenary looked at the Jawa crew leader. "We'll got take care of the hostages, but you can crack this vault, right?"

How hard could a vault be compared to re-wiring a droid's central processing unit?

He let the question hang as he held up his commlink.

"Scar, my info on that ship pay off yet? You're our ride out of here."

Scarlett Zann

League: Bane Darkclaw | Naada Sa | Kuna | Torc Valhorn | Cryx Tillian

 

[Vizjaw Tanakt]

Equipment: BR-4 "Baleful Bantha" Blaster Rifle (Primary Weapon), Vizjaw's Beskar-Duster (Armor), Twisted Vambraces (Vambraces)

Viz's previous question was quickly answered, as there seemed to be a huge turn out to the robbery. He had spotted Scarlett Zann , as well as a bounty hunter who seemed to be in the same hallway. The man was gesture for the jawa to come assist, and he would indeed oblige. Of course, he would ask after the condition of the main room. <"We have them scared, and most are at blaster-point. I doubt anyone will try anything... Unless someone especially well-equipped comes along. Security could be an issue though.">

The jawa crime boss would take a look at the door, it was quite the structure. Much heavier metal than he was use to working on, though with enough time anything could be possible. Before he could begin spit-balling ideas to break it down however, a new face would arrive on the scene. Thankfully, he seemed to be on their side. The man would put together a pretty solid plan, Viz had never broken into a vault quite like this before, but he could certainly do it.

<"It will take me some time, but I'm pretty confident I can get us in."> The jawa would reveal a small tool belt he had barrowed from one of his enforcers. It contained an All-Kit Tool, and would be perfect to start breaching the outer shell of the vault.

 

[Targus Sainze]

CONSORTIUM OBJECTIVE​

"Viz's crew look like they've got hair-triggers" rasped Sal, "You might make a better negotiator when the call from security comes... and it'll come. I'll help round up the hostages." He frowned. "Other thing was... on the way over I saw a Kraken walking away with some of the them. Might want to check in on that."

Targus nodded.

"Krakens here... We should track that down first, unless you think one of us should take over the hostages. Don't want to speed up security's response, or more of them interfering."

Targus finished lining the edge of the recessed door with the plastic explosive. Wiring it up, he handed it over to Vizjaw Tanakt

"Recommend you hard-break this first layer," Targus told the Jawa, passing the detonator over.

"So, estimated location on the Kraken?" Targus asked Sal Katarn , checking his blasters.

 

[Ziraen]

CONSORTIUM OBJECTIVE

Equipment:
[MA-M3] Mercury-Class Energy Rifle
Two Vibroswords
Durasteel Combat armour specifically made for Ziraen

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Ziraen had been waiting for a job like this for a while. Sure, he loved bounty hunting, but a good old fashioned casino heist was something he had always wanted to do, not to mention the number of credits he would get. He walked around the casino floor and stared at the hostages one by one. He was an intimidating individual, who would not be scared of a 7'2 shark man with razor-sharp teeth? "Listen up!" He said to the hostages. "I have not had my lunch yet, and I am getting hungry, any funny business and you'll satiate my appetite, got it?" To hammer the point home Ziraen grinned widely showing off rows of sharp teeth.

Satisfied with his intimidation, he walked toward the other consortium members, towering over them he leaned forward slightly. "If you don't manage to open the vault, I can try and rip the door off its hinges... Or I'll just start biting off heads until someone with knowledge opens it..." He turned around and looked across the casino. "In the meantime...Anything I can help with?"


Vizjaw Tanakt Targus Sainze Sal Katarn SC-ID "Cairo"

 

[SC-ID "Cairo"]

Consortium
The Dream of the Rim

Tags: Vizjaw Tanakt | Targus Sainze | Sal Katarn | Ziraen
​

The droid would notice the Jawa walking up to him, and frankly he was quite pleased to see him. <"It is my pleasure, the Consortium will benefit greatly from this."> ( Vizjaw Tanakt ) He spoke in Jawaese. The sight of Jawa's holding the rich and powerful at gun point was almost comedic, but he had to give credit where credit was do, the Twisted Sands had risen quite high.

As the Jawa strode off elsewhere, Cairo approached other members of the Consortium busy with the hostages. Their window was closing every second that went by. Hopefully they'd have enough time. He spotted the large creature near some other enforcers, and from the looks on their faces, the man was probably intimidating them. Sighing with impatience, he walked over.

"How bout you stop intimidating our own men, and find someone who can open the vault? We're runnin out of time." ( Ziraen ) Meanwhile, he had to go check on the vaults progress. Surprised to once again see his Jawa associate, he asked for an update. "Whatever you guys are doing, do it quick. We're running out of time, and frankly, I dont want to be here when security breaks in."[/div]

 

[Bane Darkclaw]

Bane and The Fang, arrived in the system after what seemed like forever in hyperspace. As soon as he arrived, he could see multiple ships leaving the hanger and exiting the system. Hopefully, they were not too late. "Launch all fighters and begin sweeping all outgoing and incoming ships." He ordered his Hanger Commander, then he turned to communications, "coordinate with their security force. I want to know what's going on in there" he commanded. "Bring us to 1km from them and rotate to flank and broadside position. We will clean up any stragglers."

Bane was set on not letting any of these pirates and thieves an easy or pleasant escape.