The Ties That Bind

[Karsan Munin]

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The bar was quiet, the patrons inside oblivious to their impending doom...The dim hum of the life of Coruscant hung outside the dive bar. Gentle rain tapped on the ground outside, as the last patron of the night exited...and there only remained a few, stalwart tough types lurking in the dark, seedy underworld minions of a man sat at the bar. He was tall, bearded, and some form of Near-human. ​

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He began to speak.​

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"Gentlemen...we are on the precipice of a new age. With all the power fluctuations, we have discovered something that will turn the tide of the criminal underworld to our favor, tip the hand to our favor..."​

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He clicked a button, and a hologram appeared above the bar. It was a map to the city, taken by One Sith cartographers. Marked was a pyramid, several kilometers from the bar. ​

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"This- is an arms depot that the Alliance and all the other occupations of this planet failed to find when the One Sith fell. We are going to go in that armory, take the armor, the guns, the ammo, the explosives- and become kings through sheer will alone." ​

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He clicked another button. ​

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There was a route, a map, and dates, and times. ​

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He opened his mouth, to elaborate his point, but stopped. He blinked, and hit the projector's switch again. The power flickered, and he looked down at the floor. ​

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The slugthrower felt good in his hands. He jammed the barrel of the carbine into the box, and fired twice. The suppressor's noise was swallowed up by the sound of a passing speeder- not a coincidence by any means. Karsan had staked this place out for several days now. He needed the men inside dead. Badly. The door was only propped open enough for Karsan to roll in the flashbang. The dim light from the street bathed the darkened room in a blue hue, before the white flash enveloped the room. Contrary to popular belief, the most disorienting part of the flashbang was not the flash- but rather the bang itself, the noise.

The men inside were unprepared and untrained for the violent act. Some of them cursed, most of them screamed. Some went silent in confusion and terror. Frozen in inaction.

Karsan pulled the door handle with his left and stuck the barrel inside with his right, chicken winging the carbine. The first two rounds entered the man with the controller's chest cavity, sending him toppling over the bar. The full-length suppressor kicked back gently. The loudest part of the weapon was the bolt cycling. He loved the Stealth Rifle. The rounds, the action- the aesthetics of it alone were enough to sell him on the rifle.

But as the next eight rounds killed the other men in the room, and the brass hit the ground, he was reminded why he liked it so much. Karsan strolled over to the bartender, whom he purposefully kept alive by shooting him in the gut. He'd bleed out, the little Rodian bastard. Karsan lifted him over the bar, laying his head over the edge of the bar. He let his rifle hang by the single point sling at the edge of it, and pulled out his sidearm- also a suppressed slugthrower.

He stood back, about a foot away from the man's face.

"Sing and you might live."

He already knew the answer, he just needed confirmation. He told him the plan and where the data chip was in the bar. He put a round through his skull for good measure. He said might, after all. Karsan needed to clean up the scene, quickly. CorSec would be here soon, he assumed. He grabbed a bottle of the top shelf brown, and checked it. 80 proof.

Sweet Sith, that was a lot. Probably not for humans. Perfectly flammable though. He spread it over the bar, and all over the liquor on the bar. No matter how far technology came- fire always was a problem. He kicked the brass and dumped the magazine into a bottle. It would melt when the flames kicked up. He pulled the bodies together, lined up nice and neat- the heat from their collective burning flesh would make facial recognition and dental recognition hard, if not impossible. Karsan set his rifle on safe and walked near the door, throwing bottles of liquor everywhere he could, smashing alcohol all over the bar. The floor, the walls, furniture- anything that was flammable. He was going to burn it all, or as much as he could.

He grabbed a cocktail glass, tore off a piece of his shirt, and soaked it in the liquid. With a strike of a deathstick lighter, the cloth came alive with fire, and he threw it as far as he could. Unlike explosive fires, alcoholic fires spread, and didn't ignite quickly enough to suck the air out of a room like other flammable liquids. The fire spread, and Karsan vanished, leaving nothing but questions and dead bodies behind him- the only hint was the data chip left behind. CorSec, several minutes later, would be notified of the fire...and the unusual stench. But by then, Karsan was long gone, disappeared, like the operator he was.

[member="Seamus Valik"]​

 

[Chekīta Kaie]

Chekita had been idly standing by at the bar, accompanying her latest employer, a decent crime boss who specialized in the arms trade, so when news of this little development came around he was there, but not upreared, the man had hired her to be his escort, and place down several plans and other arrangements for if things went south.

From gang members showing up, to Jedi and even bounty hunters, all in a day’s work, and so far, things had been worth it. Due to his more prominent position, credits account and Chekitas... persuasiveness they had managed to get most of the information they needed quite quickly, leaving only the minor detail that needed smoothing over, and to top it all off, some assassin like person had decided to drop in and say hello, with a flash bang of all things.

The clinking of the detonator casing against the floor triggered her natural instincts, covering her eyes she tackled her employer behind cover, blocking the effects of the stunning, "sorry about that, we have to leave now, before the place gets shot to shreds". As the first shots where blind fired into the room Chekita retreated behind the bar and out the back door, one of the round hitting her in the chest Armor, but otherwise no harm done. "That was close, are you alright Mr G-" "What the hell is wrong with you woman, you almost got m. *hmmmpf*", she quickly places a hand over her mouth, pulling him further away from the building "Shhhhh, we need to be silent, don't want him following us".

The two entered an ally way off the side, giving a view of the clubs entrance, gun shoots still echoing around, though very faint, "It seems as though this little meeting got some interesting visitors", "Well whoever they are I am not letting so no good crook get their hands on my guns", "That was no crook, he used a flash bang and then a sweeping shooting action, very professional, this guy is a trained solider, at least that's what is seems, either way he is not one to take lightly".

Her boss gave a pissed off look, no longer interested in talk, he wanted something done, "Well I do not care who is he, I want that guy dead, and since I am paying you", "Yer, yer you want me to do the dirty work, no problem, I'd be happy to send a slug into his head, just make sure you get to the safe house alright, I have a backup speeder car awaiting you at the end of this ally way, I'll stay here and see about tracking this guy alright".

Her employer gave a nervousness nod before high tailing it to the transports, Chekita returning her attention back to the bar, staking the place out, a final shot ringing through the air followed by mister gunner leaving the establishment, the place now a flame, a nice operation to make sure no one knew what happened, but also left her with the element of surprised, if he though everyone inside had been killed.

It was time for some stealth stalking, not here usually are of expertise, but never the lest something she was adept in, and although the man did not look to have any sensor equipment or a scanner, one could never be too careful.

[member="Karsan Calnov"]

 

[Seamus Valik]

[member="Karsan Calnov"]

The call came in while he sat with his feet up the desk in his hotel room. The steady chrip roused him from his research and he sat up to grab his work comlink. He quickly thumbed the answer button and leaned back in the chair.

"Shadowport Investigations, Seamus speaking." He said casually, "How can I help you?"

He nodded to himself as the corsec officer gave him a brief rundown of the situation. He sat up quickly and entered the address into gis datapad.

"Is that level 5 or six?" He asked as the officer babbled aimlessly about their findings. "Ok, got it."

Seamus hung up and grabbed his boots and an over coat from his bag as he headed for the door. His blue eyes caught the lights of a aircab as he rushed to the landing pad and he waved the down.

"Where to, Mac?" The burly weequay asked as Seamus hopped in.

"715-36 Teta sector level 5." Seamus said as he strapped in, "Step on it."

"Steppin' on it cost extra." The weequay said as he pulled out into the air lanes.

"Don't step on it then but get me there, savvy?" Seamus replied as he counted his credits.

"You got it, Ace."


The cab arrived at the scene after 30 minutes and as many smells. Seamus tossed the Cabby the credits and stepped out to take a breath of fresh, well semi fresh air before he walked straight for the police line to give his identification.

"Valik, huh?" The human corsec officer said as he scanned the I.D., "Ok, you check out. Long time since we had a Jedi around. The Captain is over there," he pointed to a large togrutan female in a tan pants suit. "She been waitin' for you."

"Thanks," he said as he took his I.D. back, "And I'm not a Jedi, just a Civilian now."

"What ever you say, Valik." The officer said as he moved away.

Seamus walked over to the captain and took off his gloves. He stopped calmly infront of the woman and nited the smell of the fire mixed with the chemicals that had been used to pit it out.

"Seamus Valik, at your service." He said flashing a smile.

"Took you long enough." The woman replied with obvious frustration, "We called 30 minutes ago."

"True." He said, "But you called me and I came. That's what counts. What have we got?"

"We have a crime scene." The woman replied dryly, "a bunch of dead scumbags and an arson. To be honest the arson is what bothers us most and the datachip we found gives us an idea that this was either a hit or a vigilante. We can't have that here."

Seamus nodded calmly but couldn't help remember that the Republic that once ruled here was little better than galactic vigilantes themselves.

"Show me...please." Seamus said and followed the woman to a speeder van that was set up for evidence gathering.

Seamus checked the data twice and walked out to check the scene. He looked trough the bodies and noted the smell of alcohol.

"Smart." He mumbled to himself as he pushed at a hole in a half charred body, "Slugs."

He dug into the hole and felt the hard shape of a slug stopped by bone.

"I need the ballistics team on this and I want to see airlane cams of the cross sections around the area. Who ever did this was well trained and well armed. No way this was small time. Not like this."

 

[Karsan Munin]

About an hour later...​

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Something told Karsan that he wasn't totally unnoticed. He made it safely away, to an apartment of one of the cronies he'd killed a while ago. Nobody really was going to miss him, not until his rent checks were late. Karsan had been using it as a base of operations for a while now. Stacks of ammunition and several firearms were scattered around. He kept the rifle loaded and on the table beside him. The data chip he collected was plugged into an offline datapad, or at least, the copy he had made before escaping.

The plan was simple enough, but complicated only in execution. They were planning a full on assault with a few other cronies, but it didn't seem like they were going to share in the wealth once they got to that armory. These guys were planning a hostile takeover, hardcore. The next step was happening in about a week. It seemed they were planning another step in the plan- they needed to spend money to eventually make it.

They were in contact with a fence named Maro, and from the brief conversations he'd intercepted here and there he wasn't a particularly liked arms dealer around here. They were planning to move big with Maro. Couple g's worth of equipment. Explosives, datapads with breaching tech- plasma cutters, everything someone needed to get into an armory...

Karsan ran a hand across his face and stared at the screen. He transferred it over to another computer, and began to comb through the information at hand. Maro had only been in contact through runners and dead drops, and this would be the first face-to-face meeting that the two parties would have. In theory...Karsan tapped his finger against his chin. They never knew each other, or even met. Maro might've heard of a massacre in the lower sectors- but he had no way of knowing who was actually in the bar when it went down, or even that it was his would-be customers.

So...Karsan could go and collect the weaponry for himself.

He smiled at the thought. He tuned into the Holonet from a separate computer, and watched the report on CorSec investigating the massacre. There was a blip involving bringing in a specialist- which wasn't a surprise to Karsan. He'd bring in a specialist too, if he were on the other side. He tapped his foot on the floor, before closing the laptop. He had about a day to prepare for the meeting, and he needed a few things.

[member="Seamus Valik"]​

 

[Seamus Valik]

[member="Karsan Calnov"]

His blue eyes scanned the scene, and he began to put together a picture in his head of what happened. It was well planned and Seamus had a feeling that he couldn’t shake that this was a one man or small crew job. The amount of damage that would be involved if it had been a shoot out would be more extensive. The assailants would have had to create a distraction or some kind of gas attack, maybe a combination of the two.

“Get someone to check the main power box and see if any wires have been cut and look for signs of gas or explosives.” Seamus said a sending a CorSec officer running off to check it out.

The ballistics team was already busy digging slugs out of the charred walls and bodies to try and get a match. They would have to identify the bodies by dental records and Seamus had a feeling that everyone of them was in some way connected to the underworld. He bit his lip as he walked carefully into the center of the area in which the bodies were found and tried to picture what he would do if he wanted to take out a large group of armed gangsters with minimal effort and maximum efficiency.

“Hey Valik.” The CorSec officer shouted down to Seamus, “Power has been cut, comms and fires suppressant systems knocked out too.”

Seamus nodded looking at the layout. The shooter would have either had to have a man on the roof while he or they waited down below, or be able to get from the power source to the best point of entry to be able to take out the whole crew without any bolting out the back door.

“Ballistics say the rounds from the bodies all match.” Another Corsec Detective said walking up while the Togrutan Captain stood with a team of egg heads. “Looks like it was the same weapon for all of them.”

“One weapon, one shooter.” Seamus said crossing his arms as he thought, “These thugs were after an arms depot left by the One Sith. And this one shooter either left the evidence on purpose or dropped it but either way chances are he knew what they were looking for and decided to take them out before they could get it.”

Seamus bent down and picked up a burnt piece of glassteel with his gloved fingers and looked at it as he thought of what the connection could be.

“Our assailant is either protecting that depot or he wants to get there first. I need you to run a search of all known members of One Sith military groups focus on special forces and highly trained combat personnel. Try and find any that had been; One: stationed on Coruscant, Two: known to be current or recent residents of Coruscant, and Three: Check finds against biometrics and facial recognition soft where at all the major starports, marketplaces, dive bars you name it for three sectors.”

“That’s a lot of checking.” The Captain said as she walked up.

“About how long was it between the report and your calling me Captain?” Seamus asked looking thoughtful.

“About 20 minutes.” She replied.

“And another 20 for me to get here.” Seamus said looking at her patterned face, “Forty minutes at least probably an hour jump. I need access to the power grid monitors. If these thugs found a depot of One Sith leftovers like that chip says chances are we can find it the same way. Our guy likely knows where it is already or he knows how if was found. That means we find that depot we find our guy and if we don’t find it first their will be a hell of a lot more bodies real soon.”

“I’ll get you access.” She said turning, “GET ME ACCESS TO THE SECTOR POWER GRID NOW AND LOCK DOWN A THREE SECTOR SPHERE! Will that do Jedi dic?”

“I could use a caff.” Seamus replied. "And I'm not a Jedi."

 

[Chekīta Kaie]

The cool night breeze brushed against Chetika she over looked a crummy little apartment across the way, on top of a perch down an ally, a nice little cozy spot, but it was just meant to be temporary until she moved in on this troublesome individual. She had tracked the man rather easily, the deep night meant less people on the street, and it seemed that he did not think that anyone would survive his attack, they may have been a professorial, judging from the way they cleared to room, but she was a professional too, and it would take more ten a breath and clear sweep to put her down.

She had been also keeping tabs on the news about the attack through both the net and underground contacts, its looked like the Jedi where now involved with this conundrum, made sense they where in GA territory. Though it would seem events had devolved into a three way opposition, the Criminal Underground, the One Sith Remanent and the Jedi Order, 'oh what fun, I wonder what will happen when all players meet, will be interesting".

For the last half an hour she had been viewing the man for a while now, putting her armors HUD to use for once, the only thing being on note was the fact the man seemed to be spending a lot of time sitting down, most likely on the net or some other device, whatever was going it seemed to be a good time to strike, fast quick and deadly, and also be an excuse to use her grappling hook for once. "Times like this I wish I bought a shot gun, pistol and knife it is then".

Taking aim she launched her grappling hook on top of the apartment complex before taking a large swing towards her target abode aiming to crash through the window, and hopefully surprise him and end the fight quickly.

[member="Seamus Valik"] l [member="Karsan Calnov"]

 

[Karsan Munin]

The window on his apartment was built for one thing- looking outside. It was not built for fitting a person through. So, when the would-be assassin crashed into it, she would come into contact with two things. Probably her lower body with the wall, and the iron bars that stood on the outside of his windows.

He rotated his loaded rifle towards her frame in the window- and unloaded. All 20 .300 blackout rounds, which shred through most body armors on the market, like paper- in the rapid rate. When he dumped the magazine, he did a quick reload. Grabbing his plate carrier, Karsan hit the purge on his computer, and made for the door. Escaping was easy. He made several contingencies, and being attacked outside was one. One assailant was easy to escape, especially when they couldn't even fit through the window.

Karsan Calnov had planning, patience, and experience. He would not be surprised. He donned a hood and pulled some facial paint from the plate carrier's pockets. He donned it over his distinguishing features. Mess up biometric scanners and facial recognition. He had several hours before the meet, however, time was dwindling. As it stood, only Karsan and the other party knew of the current meet. If things kept progressing however, Karsan might not be able to proceed how he wanted to.

[member="Seamus Valik"]

 

[Chekīta Kaie]

Chekita had put her legs forward in the swing, performing a task force entering, assuming the weight of her armor and placing the soles of her feet against the bar, but for some unknown reason the cheap durasteel bars had held, which was rather mind boggling, what ever the case she was now exposed, fortunately the man only held an assault rifle which shot .300 round, the bullets losing speed against her armored energy shield and harmlessly skipping of Duranium-Neutronium Alloy Plates and Duranium Fiber Armorweave, more higher quality then most armors on the market.

As the man ran out of the room she fired several burst from her carbine but the man had managed to escape out the door, "Hmm, did he reinforce the window bars, this tactic usually works, he more tricks then I though, and those body shot, definitely military, only they would aim for the chest". It would be hard to track him now he knew others where after him, but dammed if she was not going to try and get something out of it. Chetika shot out the metal bars in the window, repelling in, though the an had purged the core on his computer, there where other things that could link him to the the shoot out, for instant, the bullets he had fire and their casing.

Grabbing her data pas she sent a small tip to the law enforcement about the hotel rooms location, giving a little description on the man, his average build and what she saw during the bar fight, as well as weapon used and possible training. 'That should be a nice surprise, now, time to kill some time before the meeting, let the police do their thing".

[member="Seamus Valik"] l [member="Karsan Calnov"]

 

[Thrandis Jorin]

The orders were simple, keep things stable, maintain deniability. So far the first part was becoming an issue. Someone was shaking things up, making noise, and on top of that another had been sent after the noisemaker. The culprit of the chaos, whoever they were, had begun racking up an impressive kill count, some hired gun wasn't going to off them. Thrandis needed the situation to stabilize, he needed to make sure the cartels remained strong, but how that was accomplished was up to him.

Standing alone on a ledge, a black speeder hovering effortlessly, Jorin was just another shadowy figure in the urban sprawl. Taking the duffel bag hanging off his shoulder and placing it on the ground, he drew the components of an RPS-6 and a single rocket. Sure the weapon was old, but it was easy to break down and move, and it was common enough among the heavy hitting cartel groups.

Was it overkill? Probably, but cartels weren't known for subtlety when it came to exacting revenge, and if he wanted to pass this off as a cartel hit he had to play the part.

There were others in that building, families, the innocent, and at one point that would've stopped him in his tracks. But this had to be done, every cog in the machine had a part to play in bringing order to the galaxy. It was necessary. It had to be done.

He had to do it.

Tracking whoever had been doing all the recent killing had been impossible, they were practically a ghost. But following a hired gun? That was easy with the connections Thrandis had, trivial really. Kicking the now empty duffel bag from the ledge, letting it fall freely down towards whatever sub level it would land on. Pulling a piece of fabric up over the bridge of his nose, he shouldered the launcher and peered down the sights.

[member="Chekīta Kaie"] stood in [member="Karsan Calnov"]'s now abandoned safe house, and Thrandis let out a harsh sigh as he dropped to a crouch and steadied himself. He squeezed the trigger. The weapon spat out the rocket from one end and exhaust from the other, the explosive flew through the window Kaie had kindly opened moments earlier and detonated.

Thrandis didn't stay around to check the bodies, if the woman survived, he'd have no way of knowing, and he didn't much care. With the vigilantes hideout gone, the underworld would writhe in fear when he seemingly came back from the dead and struck again. Scared men bought more gear, gave him more information, all to save them from a phantom he had no intention of stopping. Racing away, he planned to torch the speeder once he got to a suitable location, it was rigged to blow anyway. All he needed to do now was wait. The vigilante would strike again.

[member="Seamus Valik"]

 

[Seamus Valik]

"We hired a Jedi not some private dic to do the same thing we were already doing." The togrutan woman said irritated, "Why don't you stop wasting our time and wave your karking hand or whatever you do and give us something to go on?"

Seamus looked at her and smiled a lopsided smile. His bright blue eyes filled with amusment as he slowly pulled off one of his gloves.

"That's how it is, is it?" Seamus asked, "Fine then."

He walked to the evidence tent and picked up one of the slugs that was pulled out of a corpse and cleared his mind. His eyes closed as he let the force flow through him as much as his below average connection would allow. His one actual talent with the force was psychometry and now it formed visions of what had taken place in his mind. One shooter, another criminal had left here. He saw the faces as best as he could but that didn't tell him where the cache was or what their motives were.

He walked over to the few photos of beings in the record that matched the faces he had seen and pointed at two. Sadly, as he had known, his mumbo jumbo was no longer admissible in a court of law and if they weren't caught in the act the investigation would be for nothing.

"Ma'am." An officer called to the togrutan captain in her tan pants suit, "We have an area on the power grid that drew a lot of power but was completely scrambled in the scematics. "We found an anomaly in the power grid just like Jedi Valik suggested."

"Not a Jedi." Seamus mumbled as he looked at the location, "That's not far we better check it out."

He pulled off his jacket, pulled one of the protective blast vest over his head and took his lightsaber from his jacket pocket and clipped it to the back of his belt. Not wasting time he jumped into one of the rapid response speeders with a small team and the speeder took off. If they were fast they might beat whoever these people were there.


[member="Karsan Calnov"] [member="Chekīta Kaie"] [member="Thrandis Jorin"]

 

[Karsan Munin]

The meet happened sooner rather than later. Karsan was the only person to show, acting as the 'buyer'. His seller, a wirey looking Weequay and his lackeys, were already at the location. Karsan didn't have much time before he was set upon by his assassin, law enforcement, or worse. He now either had a guardian angel, or someone competing for his neck. Either way, not ideal. Too many hands in the cookie jar now. The Weequay looked Karsan over, and his two lackeys, well trained simpletons as they were, spread out in a fan shape. Not any good shots here. Karsan looked at him, and waited for him to speak.

"You have the moneys, yes?"

Karsan nodded and slowly reached into his jacket, and pulled out a package of credit chits.

Counterfeit.

[member="Seamus Valik"] would've gotten a good look at his face, his intentions when he looked at him through the force. Karsan wasn't just a criminal, he was a trained murderer planning something sinister, rather than a greedy weapons-grab. Karsan smiled at Maro when Maro motioned one of his lackeys to grab his product. Maro produced two crates, and opened them both. Karsan went over and inspected them both. Armor, a machine gun, explosives, night vision, a cutting torch, a breach charge, and a rocket launcher. Karsan wanted to look over it all, but that was all that he could see. It wasn't One Sith issue. Some of it he recognized as old Republic issue, a few Mandalorian weapons thrown in for good measure.

Maro shook his hand and loaded the crates into a nearby speeder- one he suspected was stolen, for Karsan. Karsan smiled and interlocked his fingers around Maro's hand. Maro opened his mouth to speak, but found it particularly hard to do after Karsan shot him twice in the chest with his handgun. Karsan pivoted and ran a body-body-head drill on the lackey behind him, and dropped the other two with well-placed chest cavity shots.

He collected the speeder and took the money, and was gone in less than two minutes. Far before @Seamus Malik and CorSec could get there. They'd find a confusing scene- an obvious deal of some kind, but not a robbery, because Karsan left the money there. Counterfeit as they were, they were an intricate, well-done counterfeit and it'd take a pair of well-trained eyes to spot the subtle nuances that would identify a counterfeit bill. To Corsec, there was a dead arms dealer, a stack of credits, and three dead bodies. Karsan reapplied the face paint and donned a hood, and took the speeder.

He needed to lay low. He entered the speederlanes, and remained calm. It would take a bit of police work before he could worry about being pursued. By then he would've offloaded the weapons, dumped the speeder, and been on his merry way towards the next step in his plan.

[member="Thrandis Jorin"]

 

[Thrandis Jorin]

"So what happened? This looks like a nightmare."

"Meesa told you, da Waith got'em he did."

"I told you to stop calling it that. Its just another wackjob like that smiling bastard in the sublevels. Besides, he's dead, gone, kaboom. One of the Hutt's guys took him out."

"No, was one of da Helix mens."

Listening from bug and watching from across the street from the dingy bar, Thrandis wanted to tear his eyes out as the herglic and gungan went back and forth about why a sale of weapons had turned into another massacre. It was [member="Karsan Calnov"]'s work, Jorin knew that much, even if he still didn't know the man's name. This select criminal outfit's grunts had dubbed him 'The Wraith', but other groups called the shooter different things, most still weren't convinced it was one man. Some of the groups who made a habit of testing their products personally thought he was some sort of monster created by the force or some other poodoo.

Jorin at least knew it was a single man for a fact, and that put him ahead of the rest of the scum he was surrounded with. The mission forced him to cooperate with these types, even when his mind screamed for him to give them another vigilante to worry about. "What if he can't die, maybe he's some sorta jedee? I heard they come back to life all 'tha time." Piped up a burly besalisk, looking up from his drink.

"Shut the hell up Torg, don't go putting that sorta idea in everyone's heads." Snapped the helgeric, to which his subordinate.

"But it woulda make'a sense. If its'a Jedi, we'sa gonna need better guns."

There was a growl, then a sigh from the leader of the scum. "I'll talk to the boss, see what we gotta do for the Siths to give us stuff for dealing with Jedi."

Rubbing his forehead as he turned off his listening device, Thrandis rose up from his seat outside some diner. It was the fifth group tonight, each from a different major criminal organization, to have the idea to turn to the Sith for help. Whatever the gunman was doing, Thrandis half hoped it continued, and half hoped the man died so he could take up the job. They could send someone else to offer the help, let him create the fear that made the scum desperate for it.

Some time later he'd found his way into another speeder, a slughthrower across his lap. It didn't match any company's production models, if one did some digging they'd find it was made as a unique piece made by a gunsmith on Altir, paid for by credit transfer from an account on Taris, owned by one of several aliases belonging to a Sith Empire operative under [member="Darth Venefica"]. Thrandis would've killed whoever was doing the digging after they got to the bit about the gunsmith though.

The shooter and his goals were elusive to [member="Seamus Valik"] and Thrandis alike. The detective at least had the force on his side, as well as a full CSI lab. Thrandis all the intelligence The Sith Empire could give him, but he didn't need it to recognize certain aspects of the attacks. He knew Black Blade work when he'd saw it, nightmares still haunted his slumber about the friends he'd lost to the lot.

Still, it didn't put him that much closer, it only gave him more hunches. Descending deeper into the sublevels, Thrandis flicked through as much data as he could on One Sith activities on the world during occupation, but it was a mess of lost data and corrupted files. But one file, an armory left behind by the Sith piqued his interest, for personal reasons if nothing else. Alas its exact location was lost to him, and the file narrowed it down to an area of about forty kilometers, which left him to once again play the waiting game.

Perhaps he'd look into local chatter about this 'smiling bastard' to pass the time until something big happened. That karking maniac lacked potential for profit, and Thrandis looked forward to receiving the order to put him down.

 

[Chekīta Kaie]

Chekitas ear rang, blood leaking out of them as she lay underneath a pile of rubble, all her bones sore, a rather large dureacreet beam on her leg, a sharp pain stinging up said limb, her usual lazy smile replaced by death stare, "Okay, that fucking it, I am tired of being shot at and blown up, no more misses nice gal, whoever I met I will give the most painful death ever, ooh my knife is inching for a throat to be plunge into".

Grunting Chekita used her grappling hook to lift the beam of her leg, rapping the cord around another block and over an overhanging leg, pushing said block off and in turn lifting the current beam off her leg, freeing the now pissed of merc, unfortunate she did not have any lead on who was responsible for the rocket, but whoever they were they wanted to make sure she was either dead or and that people knew about it. "Arrrg, great a broken leg, hmmmm, think a dislocated arm, bleeding ears, and oh look a piece of rebar sticking out my chest.... IF I EVER FIND THAT GUY I WILL CAUSE HIM SOO MUCH PAIN.... but first I need to get to a hospital, *sigh* the boss is not going to be happy about this".

Pushing through the pain Chetkia stood up, slowly stumbling out of the ruined house, there was no way she would be able to get to the meeting place, not like this, whatever cache of weapons was there would be mister chicken wing, seemed that everything was going in his favour, for all she knew the man might have already gotten his items and left. Though she no longer cared, such a man would probably show again at some point, for now her target was the person who tried to bow her up.

Taking her comm link she phone in a favour, from a very different type of friend "The mission was a bust sir, not only did someone hijack the meeting, seems that I got a target on by back somehow, and let’s just say things where explosive, but, I want you to look into contracts and other payment records recently, with enough digging you should be able to locate whoever was sent to kick me off, and when you do, give me his detail, I want a rematch, but on my terms".

Chetika started to chuckle to herself as the comm-link went off line, slowly turning into a maniacal laugh, "I don't know who you are assassin, but I have a particular set of skill, ones I have acquired over the years... I will look for you... I will find you.... AND I WILL KILL YOU, hehehehehe hahahahahah HAHAHAHAHAHHA"!!! Whoever messed with her would find that her family had very deep connection with the crime world cartels, her family where elites among those that severed the Hutts, reaching as high as the highest on Na Shadda, no one could hide from her, not for long.

[member="Thrandis Jorin"] l [member="Karsan Calnov"] l [member="Karsan Calnov"]

 

[Seamus Valik]

He stood at the door to the riot van, the luminescent forcefield the only thing between him and well falling really karking far. His sharp blue eyes scanned the lower levels as they went and that was when he saw him. Seamus stretched out in the force and looked for that same cold determination he felt from the man's handy work and he knew it was him.

"Keep going to the site and secure the area." He told the corsec swat crew.

"What are you going to do." The sergeant said as he looked at Seamus with confusion.

"Um." Seamus said before letting out a sigh and palming the force field inactive. Wind roared through the cabin. "Something really karking stupid."

He jumped out and pulled with the force and landed on an empty open cab speeder. Hit hit the start and lurched away at high speed and angled toward the route the man was on. He banked down hard to put himself in the lane behind the man aa good clip behind but gaining slowly.

He pushed the speeder hard as he roared after the man. He only needed to get close and hope he thought of something to do.


[member="Karsan Calnov"] [member="Thrandis Jorin"]

 

[Karsan Munin]

Karsan let him get close. Too close, in reality. Someone was gaining on him fast. Nobody did that and was a normal person a speeder lane. No, someone was banking for him, and they were coming in hot. Truthfully, Karsan might've not even seen them if they had just followed the normal traffic pattern.

He turned his head towards him, and narrowed his eyes. He jerked the control downward- straight. He felt the G-forces push against his chest, and he nearly blacked out. He leveled out, and swerved hard, banking left.

The chase was on, and whoever was chasing him probably had a faster speeder, given that Karsan's was loaded with heavy weaponry at the moment.

@Seamus Malik l [member="Thrandis Jorin"]

 

[Thrandis Jorin]

It took a matter of seconds before he was notified, two speeders driving erratically, one being a taxi driven by some man seen surrounded by CorSec moments prior. They were close even. That was his que to move. Drawing up the mask over the bridge of his nose, Thrandis shifted the speeder into gear and into traffic, weaving his way between craft as he zipped towards the source of the commotion.

People cursed and shouted as the masked man cut them off, uncaring as to how he inconvenienced them. If they crashed they crashed, it was necessary. It all was necessary. Dipping the nose of the speeder downward the craft began to dive after he set eyes on the pair of speeders he was after from afar. He had at least a block to cover in order to close the gap between himself and the two. So he covered it.

G-forces were as much a pain as they had always been as he close on the two, angling the speeder so that he would drop in behind the taxi. What happened from there would likely involve the rifle secured next to him, or the pistol at his side. Either would do the job just fine.

[member="Karsan Calnov"] [member="Seamus Valik"]

 

[Seamus Valik]

Seamus dropped the nose of the speeder and tried to follow. The inertial dampeners in the open cab speeder were, however, non-existent, and Seamus nearly passed out from the 'G'- forces as he followed. He over shot the suspect by a lane and ended up one below in on coming traffic. His blue eyes falshed as the lights of on coming speeders swerved to avoid him even as he swerved to avoid them.

He jerked the speeder up hard, narrowly avoiding being hit by a large cargo speeder, and found himself behind the suspect but only a short distance closer. He tried to focus and use the force on the other vehicle but it already took all of his consentration to pilot the speeder in Coruscanti traffic without murdering someone by mistake. He jammed the trottle as far forward as it would go and steered to one side. He just needed to get close then he could make a move.

He got nearly beside the speeder and cut hard right toward the suspect's speeder. He just needed to try and force him to land. The maybe he could deal with him on the ground and take him in. Maybe then he could collect his pay and get the heck off this rock.



[member="Karsan Calnov"] [member="Thrandis Jorin"]

 

[Karsan Munin]

[member="Thrandis Jorin"] wouldn't get the chance to debate on how he was going to approach Karsan. Karsan did it for him. Angling a handgun produced from inside of his jacket, Karsan fired several well-aimed shots not at Thrandis' small target of his body- he instead sent the blaster bolts for the engine block of his speeder. Karsan couldn't go much faster, but he could definitely throw a mean hook if he couldn't dance around the ring.

As his third shot went off, his body jerked and he nearly fell out of the speeder. He turned to the assailant, [member="Seamus Valik"]. His speeder veered into an oncoming lane, and he was playing chicken with an incoming cargo speeder. They had precious few seconds before the two collided. Karsan pushed the nose of his speeder against the man's, pushing the throttle all the way forward. Either Seamus pulled off, or they became window ornaments for the incoming speeder. Karsan gave a snarl at the man, and flipped him off for good measure.