The foundation must be built on something

[Adrian Dyson]

Ord Mantell... A planet untouched by conflict since being released of the hold of the One Sith. It had remained untouched by the Great Galactic War, and far out of reach of any major nation working to get their hands on it. To them, Ord Mantell was the least of their concerns, but for the Vigo Adrian Dyson, the rough planet had some significance to him. Ord Mantell was a prominent stronghold of Black Sun during one point of it's life. Back then it used to belong to the Shadow Collective. A criminal Alliance herald by that of Maul. A Zabrak former Sith Lord now turned into a Crime Lord as part of his designs for galactic dominance.

It was that time period that had brought Adrian here to this very planet. Located on the outskirts of Ord Mantell City. Laid what was the former stronghold of the Shadow Collective. As he stood before it looking at it. It did not age well at this time. But it would serve it's uses. Maul's Shadow Collective was driven out by both the CIS and the Galactic Republic. He was wary as the Confederacy might still have laid a few surprises in perhaps the form of Battle Droids, or it could have been searched by the One Sith. He couldn't tell from being outside it's walls.

Yet he did give out a transmission to all those that would hear the call of the Vigos. Black Sun was still in its early foundations, yet it was time to find a place to grow amongst those foundations. Using old strongholds would prove useful especially with what could be discovered inside, and so with the latest transmission, he sent out. He hoped that all those who wished to be apart of the new Criminal Alliance that was this Black Sun Syndicate. Would call.

He waited patiently outside of the main doors, his blaster ready. He waited to know that going in numbers would work best rather than foolishly going alone.

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[member="Dark Nebula"] [member="Ahtemis"] [member="Annika"] [member="Djonas Vile"] [member="Esvan Verd"] [member="Ivory Stroud"] [member="Jorco Czeku"] [member="Kreus"] [member="Kurjak"] [member="Saoirse Reyes"] [member="Silver Fall"] [member="Vigil"] [member="Yijun Tung"]

 

[Crocell]

"Well..." Ivory began, standing a few feet away & inspecting signs of scorch-marks where blasterfire had torn into the stone, "This is old... but not ancient." She turned, visibly chewing on her lip as she inspected the remainder of the area just outside the main doors. Catching [member="Adrian"] Dyson eye, she gave him a wolfish grin; perfect teeth sparkling in the dim glow of their personal lighting. "You sure about this?" She asked.

She was dressed simply, outfitted for exploration rather than her typical mercenary style; dark grey BDUs tucked into combat boots with a black leather coat & tank-top; form-fitting, accentuating the curves of her body while plainly showing her more practical side. Resting on her hips was a utility belt with a holstered blaster, and attached to her arms were a pair of mismatched armored gauntlets; powerful tools she'd devised herself, and would serve her well if their small group found themselves against a number of obstacles.

The Underboss of The Family had come well-prepared. Nearby, slumped against the wall, a duffle-bag rested with a small assortment of other gear they might require; chemlights, demo-charges for clearing rubble, a small set of tools, and a collapsible shotgun with a small assortment of shells. Whatever they might come across, she planned to be ready.

 

[Zyrias Pax]

While Zyri didn’t need work, she enjoyed staying busy. Yes, she had a penchant for partying a bit too much, but self preservation normally kicked in sooner or later. The Canto Chameleon had seen too many of her colleagues fall ill to spice addiction if left to too much free time and ennui.

Plus, I need to spend my credits on something.

The girl would be a donor of sorts to the burgeoning Black Sun. Through her own criminal circles, Zyrias had heard of the group needing funding and resources. She had not only offered to lend her assets but her time as well.

Wearing her long blue wig, a leather jacket, black jeans and matching boots, her dark brown eyes flickered from the pair of humans to the weapons in the duffel bag below, quickly cataloguing what they had and what they might need.

Her soles crunching in the rubble, she walked up asking, “What do we have and what do we still need? And most importantly, what should we expect inside this thing?”

[member="Adrian Dyson "][member="Ivory Stroud"]

 

[Vigil]

Curious.

Vigil would think quietly, as he poured over the intercepted transmissions all but handed to him by the very sender. Yes, this was curious indeed. They were not the first messages to be caught within the nest of the Vigilant, hardly the last to come. Encrypted, as everything was, though the great lengths taken was what brought the AI's curiosity. Such, intense security. Codes that re-scrambled themselves, practically re writing the very cipher. These were precautions almost beyond the hope of an organic, who needed time, resources. Years could likely pass as they devoted themself to processing the data.

Vigil needed hours at most. That was upon the initial transmissions, which had been quite enlightening. The underworld had been stirring, something was taking its first steps, though what it was had, at first, eluded him. All he could discern was a meeting place, where he had the decency to avoid, in the hopes of further transmissions being sent. And it was these which had given him names, deals, bargains. Yes, while he still had plenty of gaps in his knowledge, that could be overlooked for but a simple fact. Someone was rebuilding an alliance.

He even went into his body, simply to stroke his chin in thought. What, curious, chances. Sun. Black Sun no doubt... but what could they truly be aiming towards? To create such a syndicate would require resources, a foundation. Perhaps the bones of the former... yes that would be logical. If for nothing, perhaps, than to wipe clean the slate. He used the guise of Librarian Dewey, and ordered the transportation to Ord Mantell prepared, to which his associates complied with haste. He intended to arrive, early.

He would receive the confirmation of transmissions from Ord Mantell before he arrived, unfortunately. Still, it was good to know his intuition was not faulty. Well, he would just have to be certain then that this went well. He checked that his slugthrowers were secured in their place within his body, maintaining his holodisguise the entire time. There was no real way to know, perhaps save the Force, that he was not indeed the Atrisian woman. Though, there were those dead to the Force, so he would bank on that as usual.

He primed his vocabulator, before stepping off onto the surface of Ord Mantell. He motioned for a couple of Associates, former bounty hunters now under his employ, to follow. He would meet them face to face.

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Eventually, a landspeeder would arrive, and out would step the two former hunters. They held blaster rifles in hand, and clearly took defensive positions as "Dewey" would take her first steps out. She wore an executive's suit, as though she were heading now to an office building rather than former criminal stronghold. The two guards would flank her as she approached [member="Zyrias Pax"], [member="Ivory Stroud"], and [member="Adrian"] Dyson. Her voice was soft as she addressed them, though held plenty of authoritative tones to it. "I don't suppose you would like to enlighten me as to why you are here, so far away from home?" She did not introduce herself, yet, and spoke as though she knew them personally. All the while, of course, Vigil would be scanning their faces, and searching the holonet for every scrap of information he could find.