Mission The Double Diarch Date with Danger [HUT & DIA]

[Whottoomuzz Chantin]

Location: Bastion
Targets: Diarch Reign | Diarch Rellik
Oversight: Whottoomuzz Chantin | Zavva Vosadii Moska
Operatives: Jakharl | Mr. Hate (TBD)
DM if interested

In the heart of Bastion, the Diarchy's capital, life thrived under the vigilant eyes of its rulers, Diarch Reign and Diarch Rellik . The city's harmonious blend of reconstructed urban centers and lush green spaces reflected a society rebuilt from past and recent turmoil. Citizens moved through bustling markets and tranquil parks, their daily routines safeguarded by diligent patrols and advanced security systems.

Underneath the veneer of peace, the Hutt Cartel seethed. Their lucrative smuggling operations had been disrupted by the Diarchy's assertive policies, prompting Whottoomuzz Chantin and his kin, Zavva Vosadii Moska , to orchestrate a bold retaliation.

Their plan: to infiltrate Bastion and deliver a message that the Diarchy's reach had limits among the underworld, an ecosystem that thrived regardless of galactic borders.

At the spearhead of this covert operation was Jakharl , a Gank assassin of formidable reputation, a cybernetically enhanced killer of unparalleled strength, agility, and sensory perception. To the untrained eye, he appeared as a spindly mercenary seeking employment; to those familiar with the underworld, his presence signaled impending violence.

Accompanying Jakharl was a cadre of hitmen, including twelve seasoned assassins, each a master of subterfuge and lethal arts: The Hutt Cartel's elite assassination unit, designated as the Deathmark Collectors.

Spoiler: The Deathmark Collectors Roster

1. Krexar: A Nikto sharpshooter with a penchant for poisons, his leathery skin bearing the scars of countless battles.

2. Gorruk: A towering Gamorrean enforcer, wielding a massive vibro-axe, his brute strength matched only by his loyalty to the Cartel.

3. Sskeer: A Trandoshan tracker, his cold, reptilian eyes always calculating, known for his expertise in hand-to-hand combat.

4. Vexla: A Rodian explosives expert, her green skin often camouflaged in urban environments, with a mischievous glint in her multifaceted eyes.

5. Durok: A Duros pilot and tech specialist, his smooth blue skin and red eyes concealing a mind adept at slicing and infiltration.

6. Nymara: A Nautolan seductress and intelligence gatherer, her head-tails often adorned with jeweled ornaments, using charm to extract secrets.

7. Kholak: A Kaleesh warrior-priest, his face concealed behind a traditional bone mask, blending spirituality with deadly precision.

8. Zarin: A Nagai swordsman, his pale skin and jet-black hair giving him a ghostly appearance, his vibroblade an extension of his will.

9. Threx: A burly Weequay brawler, his weathered skin and topknot marking him as a veteran of many skirmishes.

10. Lorra: A lithe Twi'lek acrobat and thief, her blue lekku often wrapped around her neck, skilled in stealth and infiltration.

11. Mordo: A hulking Houk bruiser, his thick hide making him a formidable opponent in close quarters.

12. Siv: A sly Devaronian con artist, his red skin and sharp horns often hidden beneath a hood, adept at deception and disguise.

Each member of the Deathmark Collectors has seamlessly integrated into Bastion's diverse populace, their weapons and intentions concealed beneath the guise of mercenaries seeking employment. The city's security measures, though stringent, are designed to welcome those offering their services, allowing the infiltrators to move freely.

As the Diarchs continue their public engagements, embodying the unity and strength of their regime, the Hutt Cartel's operatives position themselves strategically throughout the city. Their mission is clear: to deliver a message that even in the heart of their dominion,
the Diarchs are not beyond the Cartel's reach.

The day started like any other, without a sign of the gruelling trial that laid ahead.
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[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: Whottoomuzz Chantin Zavva Vosadii Moska Jakharl Mr. Hate Diarch Reign

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Location: Revelin - Capitol of Bastion

"AH HA! Come my people, our world belongs to the free!"

A call has been made out to the citizens of Revelin. The Diarch - known for personally coming unto the streets of the city and creating firework shows, drinking with the people and sharing in the life of the world has come unto the streets after the attack from the Empire of the lost. Showing the prosperity and unity of their sector by providing a connection from the leaders to the average man.

Recently regulations had increased the security of the Braxant run and Diarchy space in general. As state sanctioned traffic laws have increased pricing on everything from average goods to luxury recourses the decision to revive the spirit of the nation was on the lips of all within the higher echelons of Diarchy society all the way to the brothers themselves.

The celebration was underway. The lord of the Diarchy was amongst his civilians in a business casual - slacks and white button up shirt. Talking, dancing and overall celebrating with his citizens that their independence was one built upon their own backs.
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As the festivities were in full swing a more seductive figure among the crowd lured the man close. As the two danced among the frill of thrown flowers and glitter she began whispering into his ear "The lead wishes to speak to you" - Rellik understanding she was an agent of the "Network" their head intelligence agency and that she was under cover.

Moving to a nearby warehouse that was presumably bringing in metals from Muunilinst yet was an undercover operation for goods that were considered "Illegal" under new laws. He moved in with the aura that promoted the idea that everything here was according to his will. As all was going according to plan - the people free, the quality of life standardized and the world as a whole stable.

Director Agent: "My lord, we have had issues with shipments recently and wanted to inform you promptly." The man kneeling as he spoke. Giving reverence to his leader.

"Pirates? What is the word Director. Do not mince words, you are in the company of a friend." Rellik un-ceremonially lifting the man and wrapping his arm over his shoulder.

Perhaps one too many drinks had been shared amongst the citizens.

Director Agent: "We are not sure sir. Reports so far have left no trace. Professionals and men who understand the smuggling business are the only leads we have so far. Be on your toes to danger, we will be taking every precaution as well my lord."

"Proceed as normal, the attacks will only increase but this will give us a chance to catch someone who works for them. They will give themselves away, their intentions and wants will be made apparent through action." Giving the Director a pat on his chest Rellik would remove his arm from his shoulder and begin to walk away.

"I trust in your intuition. Do not fail us now, our citizens need us."

Now returning to the celebration among his people as if nothing had happened. The Diarch had stopped his drinking, just in case...

 

[Whottoomuzz Chantin]

Spoiler: The Deathmark Collectors Roster

1. Krexar: A Nikto sharpshooter with a penchant for poisons, his leathery skin bearing the scars of countless battles.

2. Gorruk: A towering Gamorrean enforcer, wielding a massive vibro-axe, his brute strength matched only by his loyalty to the Cartel.

3. Sskeer: A Trandoshan tracker, his cold, reptilian eyes always calculating, known for his expertise in hand-to-hand combat.

4. Vexla: A Rodian explosives expert, her green skin often camouflaged in urban environments, with a mischievous glint in her multifaceted eyes.

5. Durok: A Duros pilot and tech specialist, his smooth blue skin and red eyes concealing a mind adept at slicing and infiltration.

6. Nymara: A Nautolan seductress and intelligence gatherer, her head-tails often adorned with jeweled ornaments, using charm to extract secrets.

7. Kholak: A Kaleesh warrior-priest, his face concealed behind a traditional bone mask, blending spirituality with deadly precision.

8. Zarin: A Nagai swordsman, his pale skin and jet-black hair giving him a ghostly appearance, his vibroblade an extension of his will.

9. Threx: A burly Weequay brawler, his weathered skin and topknot marking him as a veteran of many skirmishes.

10. Lorra: A lithe Twi'lek acrobat and thief, her blue lekku often wrapped around her neck, skilled in stealth and infiltration.

11. Mordo: A hulking Houk bruiser, his thick hide making him a formidable opponent in close quarters.

12. Siv: A sly Devaronian con artist, his red skin and sharp horns often hidden beneath a hood, adept at deception and disguise.

"Heads up, T Minus 5 minutes until we hit the celebration grounds," came the voice of Durok through the comms, the Duros with piecemeal cybernetics piloting the speeder van. In the back, was half of the crew, the other half already dropped off and approaching their destinations on foot. Zarkin rose to a stand next to Jakharl , balance unaffected in the moving vehicle as the Nagai checked the placement of their blades hidden on their person.

"Got enough knives Zarkin? Sure you don't need another, just in case the first twenty don't cut it?" The Houk, "
Mordo teased. Unlike the calm Nagai, the hulking seemed nervous, perhaps because of their reliance on sheer strength left them with little to check over last-minute.

Zarkin simply tilted his head to the Gank beside him, daring Mordo to say something about reliance on equipment with the with the highest kill count in the Cartel's service this side of the core.

"Cool it, you two, we don't need your bickering drawing attention before we get close to the Diarch. If we're lucky one of them will already be drinking - wouldn't be the first from what I've heard. Might make them more... amicable to a private meeting." She adjusted some of the jewelry on her head-tails, making sure her outfit was in top condition "so don't ruin my shot, you thick skulled sleemo." She continued, playfully assuaging the big Houk's anxiety.

Meanwhile, in the midst of the event, Siv talked in a circle of celebrants, making friends, people who would remember him fondly as he drank nothing but water and joked around with locals. He intentionally kept distance from Diarch Rellik , merely letting his Cam transmit footage to the team and otherwise building his alibi and rapport with the locals. He loved his part - for the most part he just got to socialize with a fake identity in convenient location. With a high-stakes hit like this, Siv would only be in the way if he was trying to talk to the mark directly. Leave that to Nymara.

Spoiler: Summary

• Siv watches Diarch Rellik from the party as a celebrant, chatting with locals and recording with a hidden camera
• Durok is driving Nymara, Mordo, Zarkin, and Jakharl to the party, arriving when and where convenient for Jakharl
• Half the crew is already in position, TBD based on how the thread goes.

Diarch Reign | Diarch Rellik | Jakharl​

 

[Zavva Vosadii Moska]

Location: Nal Hutta
Tags: Diarch Reign | Diarch Rellik | Whottoomuzz Chantin | Mr. Hate | Jakharl ​

The Hutt slithered in.

He'd been off the grid for so long, allowing Whottoomuzz Chantin to run his Empire. For something as special as this though, he needed to be involved. They were about to send a message to the entire galaxy that the Hutt's were not to be messed with.

Behind him followed a protocol droid, his sixth in as many weeks. He got frustrated with droids, they were never perfect translators. They never got the nuance of exactly what was being said, the tone behind every word that was being used.

Zavva slithered in besides Whottoomuzz Chantin and slapped his greasy palm down on the table. "They messed gee our poonoo che doe last tee-tocky. Ateema jee-jee teach hoohah do lesson. Sa everything noleeya position?" he grumbled angrily. The protocol droid behind him offered a translation. "They messed with our business for the last time. Now we teach them a lesson. Is everything in position?"

A slimy hand reached for the beverage that was on the table in front of him and he swigged it down in one. Jakharl was one of the many boots on the ground and the responsibility was on him to ensure that everything went to plan there.

"Tell Je Jee-jee're ready Tah finish this." which once again prompted the protocol droid to step forward. "Tell me we're ready to finish this."

 

[Jakharl]

Equipment: His Body

Jakharl stood in the midst of the hurtling speeder van, magnetic soles adhering him to the floor as the vehicle raced toward its final destination. If not for his counterbalancing swaying you might mistake him for a droid or even a statue, but in reality his stillness was more like a coiled spring or a Worrt ready to strike. This was the biggest job the Gank had seen to date, and even he could feel the anticipation crackling in the cab as they headed toward their target. A hit on the Diarchy this direct was a bold, but it was time for the Hutts to remind the galaxy who really ran the underworld, and that demanded a bodycount.

Of course wanton slaughter wasn't the plan, though the Gank sorely wished it was, the goal was to send a message, force these high and mighty Diarchs to the negotiating table. This wasn't a massacre, it was aggressive negotiation, and Jakharl was here as the Cartel's leading diplomat to make sure there were no further misunderstandings. He remained stone-still as he took one last look over the rest of the hit crew for this operation, motley but serviceable, as long as they got the job done. He let them get the last of their inane conversation out as the van pulled into position near the celebration grounds.

"Cut the chatter." He barked into his comlink implant before switching to the command feed. "We're in position."

He loaded a plasma rocket into his wrist launcher and ran one last quick diagnostic before the mayhem ensued. Green lights across the board. Under his helmet, what was left of his jaw curled into a sneer.

Zavva Vosadii Moska Whottoomuzz Chantin Diarch Rellik Diarch Reign Mr. Hate

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Ravelin City | Bastion
Tags: Whottoomuzz Chantin Jakharl Zavva Vosadii Moska Diarch Rellik

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It was a peaceful day in Ravelin, a festival was planned to lift the spirits of their people after the attack by the lost.
Reign had been caught up with some trivial dispute between two farmers, and had been late joining his brother in the city.

It was his favorite thing to do, walking the city streets to see the growth and prosperity of a people at peace. A peace which had, sadly, been fractured as of late. Hence the need for the additional military patrols along the alleys and pedestrian walkways during this time of festivity. The Diarchs had deemed the safety of their people to be of even more importance in light of recent events.

The people understood, some even thanked Reign as he walked the streets, knowing that while the increased military presence may have caused some to balk, it was for the good of the many, so that they may be able to walk the streets unworried.

It was here he found himself, among his people, he had spied his brother returning to the crowd of people, his usual fiery mustafarian nowhere to be found. Thus piquing Reign's interest as well, it was unlike his brother to not be enjoying the revelry with their people.

Pulling out his comlink, he placed a quick command on the channel to his forces throughout the crowd.

"Commander, be on high alert, something doesn't feel quite right. Take the rest of your men and double up the spotters from our standard security forces, maintain a presence in all high traffic areas."

"It will be done, my lord, the Myrmidons have been split into three fireteams. Coverage will be maintained"

A nod of his head was all the response the Diarch gave, he knew they were watching.
Coming upon his brother he clapped him on the back and stood by his side.

 

[Whottoomuzz Chantin]

Spoiler: The Deathmark Collectors Roster

1. Krexar: A Nikto sharpshooter with a penchant for poisons, his leathery skin bearing the scars of countless battles.

2. Gorruk: A towering Gamorrean enforcer, wielding a massive vibro-axe, his brute strength matched only by his loyalty to the Cartel.

3. Sskeer: A Trandoshan tracker, his cold, reptilian eyes always calculating, known for his expertise in hand-to-hand combat.

4. Vexla: A Rodian explosives expert, her green skin often camouflaged in urban environments, with a mischievous glint in her multifaceted eyes.

5. Durok: A Duros pilot and tech specialist, his smooth blue skin and red eyes concealing a mind adept at slicing and infiltration.

6. Nymara: A Nautolan seductress and intelligence gatherer, her head-tails often adorned with jeweled ornaments, using charm to extract secrets.

7. Kholak: A Kaleesh warrior-priest, his face concealed behind a traditional bone mask, blending spirituality with deadly precision.

8. Zarin: A Nagai swordsman, his pale skin and jet-black hair giving him a ghostly appearance, his vibroblade an extension of his will.

9. Threx: A burly Weequay brawler, his weathered skin and topknot marking him as a veteran of many skirmishes.

10. Lorra: A lithe Twi'lek acrobat and thief, her blue lekku often wrapped around her neck, skilled in stealth and infiltration.

11. Mordo: A hulking Houk bruiser, his thick hide making him a formidable opponent in close quarters.

12. Siv: A sly Devaronian con artist, his red skin and sharp horns often hidden beneath a hood, adept at deception and disguise.

"They messed gee our poonoo che doe last tee-tocky. Ateema jee-jee teach hoohah do lesson. Sa everything noleeya position?"

"Da Deathmark Collectors dopa boska. Killee jeeska koona da wanga. Stuta jeeska soong pa. Choba wamma ovv wen da blastoh tonka."

The pair of Hutts gathered around a holotable, a fresh tub of live Klantooine Paddy Frogs and drinks delivered as they observed a tactical 3D view from collected data and markers from each of the assassins reporting their positions and cams.

Whottoomuzz zoomed into the speeder van, getting a closer view as the operation truly began.

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"Cut the chatter." He barked into his comlink implant before switching to the command feed. "We're in position."

"Agreed, We follow your lead." Replied Zarin, replacing his cloak to conceal the majority of the sheathes on his person.

Durok pulled the speeder to a stop, amongst many others and unhurriedly stepped out and opened the back doors of the speeder. "Try not to out get kicked out of the party before the fun begins." The Duros said before, returning to the driver's seat. As the foremost slicer of the group, he would support the infiltration team to bypass security at the Diarch's quarters, which was no small feat.

Out of the van stepped the Kill team, under the lead of Jakharl, consisting of the Nagai Blademaster Zarin, Weequay brawler Threx, Houk Bruiser Mordo, and the most conspicuously armed, a towering Gammorean with a massive two handed Vibroaxe strapped to his back, Gorruk. It fit the stated purpose of mercenaries in search of work, but his strength was worth the visibility.

Nymara walked off immediately, putting distance between her and the rest of the group, her jeweled head tails glittering with the step of her heels as she waded around the corner and into the crowd, headed to meet up with Siv for last minute observations before she would try to get close to one of the Diarchs socially.

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The Overwatch team was in position, waiting for the Kill Team to initiate. From an adjacent rooftop, Skeer, the Trandoshan tracker and Krexar the Nikto Sharpshooter scouted the celebration through the scope of his Dart Gun, training his sights on the approaching Diarch Reign - careful to keep finger off the trigger, no intent to fire if all went well. Intel said the force users could sense the future, especially if intent was involved. Krexar had specific orders not to fire unless one of their own were attacked first, even if it was impractical. A common measure when facing force users. The patrols of the Myrmidons appeared to have increased security once Diarch Reign arrived. The Kaleesh warrior priest, Kholak, protected Krexar's nest from below, a little too eager to kill. A nearby myrmidon on patrol had the kaleesh waiting in ambush - armed with curved bone blades and, more dangerously, a lethal proficiency with the Na Jang style of unarmed combat.

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The Infiltration Team, Vexla and Lorra waited near the the manor of Diarch Rellik while Durok left the celebration grounds to meet them. Once they were in position, they would begin the most vital part of the operation, albeit the least lethal. A Death Mark token, a coin-like calling card in Lorra's possession to be left on the bed of Diarch Rellik - with no witnesses. Vexla held close the detonator for the traps laid to intercept backup to the manor. A few breach detonators were reserved for any particularly stubborn doors.

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Just before the kill team reached the fair grounds, Nymara adjusted her jewelry and outfit, then strode out with confidence to meet Diarch Rellik grabbing a drink on the way. She intended to gauge his approachability as she set herself up to be an innocent bystander in danger when the violence breaks out - a damsel in distress for the Diarchy to protect, to attempt to use their reputation of regard they hold for the common folk as an opening. She was seemingly unarmed, but several of her jewels were soluble poisons, her lipstick and nails laced with Venom.

She waited for an opening, adjusting her posture and gait to seem more intoxicated than she was "Excuse me - are you Diarch Rellik ? The Holonews don't quite capture your presence" she asked with feigned sheepishness.

Spoiler: Summary

• Infiltration Team waits to begin sneaking into Diarch Rellik 's home to leave a death mark token on his bed
• Overwatch team waits to support kill team when fighting starts.
• Kill team follows the lead of Jakharl , wandering towards the celebration
• Nymara, the Nautolan seductress, attempts to socialize with Diarch Rellik
• Krexar trains sights on Diarch Reign , although purely to monitor his position for now.

Diarch Reign | Diarch Rellik | Zavva Vosadii Moska | Jakharl | Mr. Hate​