Public This is a Robbery!

[Kinley Pryse]

The sun was beginning to set over Coruscant, casting long shadows across the towering spires of the Galactic City. The endless bustle of urban life continued unabated, as hovercars zipped through the sky, giant holo-ads flickered in the distance, and the hum of distant conversations and blaring traffic filled the air. At street level, the First Coruscant General Bank, a towering monolith of reinforced durasteel and shimmering transparisteel, stood in stark contrast to the chaotic scene outside. With its gleaming surface reflecting the glow of nearby skyscrapers, the building exuded an air of both power and invulnerability. Inside, it was a different world—a silent, pristine temple of credits, where the elites of Coruscant conducted their financial business, oblivious to the political and social turmoil brewing across the galaxy.

On the 35th floor, behind a vault of unbreakable duraglass and a maze of security protocols, was the bank's vault—a legend in itself, known across the galaxy for its impenetrability. Several layers of encryption, droid sentinels, and biometric scanners ensured that only the most trusted and connected were allowed access to the billions in credit reserves. But as dusk settled over the city, something was about to disrupt the calm facade.

Objective 1: There are over three thousand employees and patrons in this goliath of a bank and they ALL have to be accounted for. Sweep each floor to round up hostages and secure them. Check every nook and cranny so nobody can call the police!
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The First Coruscant General Bank stands as a towering monolith in the heart of the galaxy's capital, its 40 levels bustling with activity from dawn till dusk. The sleek, chrome façade reflects the perpetual glow of Coruscant's cityscape, while inside, the bank is a hive of commerce and intrigue. At ground level, patrons of all species move swiftly between automated teller machines, consulting with holoclerks, and interacting with security droids. As the floors rise, the atmosphere shifts from public transaction hubs to the hushed, secure upper offices where wealthy clients meet with senior financial officers. Employees, clad in tailored uniforms, manage data terminals and holo-boards, while others oversee the movement of credits and valuable assets across vast intergalactic accounts. On every floor, the hum of efficiency mixes with quiet conversations, deals being made, and the occasional, subtle negotiation in the shadow of the towering building's glass walls. The flow of Coruscant's high society, business elites, and even the occasional government official creates a seamless rhythm, making the bank a focal point in the pulse of the galaxy's economy.
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Objective 2: Crack through all the security to get into the inner vault. Sweep the credits and other valuables into bags with haste! Remember everybody gets a fair cut... honor among thieves...
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Level 35 of The First Coruscant General Bank is home to the most secure and tightly controlled vault in the entire structure, a fortress of technology and security. The vault, nestled deep within the heart of the building, is encased in a shimmering, reinforced durasteel door that stands several meters thick, surrounded by a series of electromagnetic locks and biometric security systems. Access is limited to only the highest-ranking officers and trusted personnel, requiring not only retinal scans and voice recognition, but also a rare biometric code known only to a select few. Inside, the atmosphere is cool and sterile, with rows of climate-controlled, transparent safes housing the wealth of the galaxy's most influential individuals—credits, precious metals, valuable artifacts, and classified data. The vault's interior is bathed in a soft, blue glow from the security lights that illuminate the high-tech systems monitoring every inch of the room. Droids equipped with advanced surveillance capabilities silently patrol the aisles, while multiple layers of firewalls and encrypted security grids protect against any digital intrusion. Beyond the physical and technological defenses, a team of highly trained security officers remains on standby, ensuring that no one—no matter how powerful—can access the vault without proper clearance. It is here, in this impenetrable heart of Coruscant's financial empire, that the most precious assets of the galaxy's elite are stored, their secrets guarded with unwavering vigilance.

Objective 3: Outside a task force of first responders analyzes the situation. A SWAT team is assembling but going in hot could mean risking hostage lives. Perhaps the robbers can be negotiated with? Find out!​

Outside The First Coruscant General Bank, a tense silence hangs in the air as a highly-trained police force assembles in the shadow of the towering structure. Clad in sleek, tactical armor, their faces obscured by reinforced visors, the officers move with deliberate precision, taking up strategic positions around the perimeter. Heavy, armored speeder vehicles line the street, their engines idling softly, while sharpshooters take position on nearby rooftops, scanning the building's every window. At the bank's entrance, a few officers crouch behind reinforced barricades, communicating in hushed tones over encrypted comm-links, coordinating with the Central Coruscant Response Team. Inside the building, an ongoing hostage situation has brought the police to this critical juncture. The robbers, a well-organized gang with knowledge of the bank's layout, are rumored to be holed up somewhere within the vault levels, demanding a staggering ransom. The officers' fingers hover near blaster grips, ready for action as a lead negotiator steps forward, preparing to make contact. Tensions rise as they await the signal to initiate the delicate negotiation, knowing any wrong move could escalate the situation into a firefight. The weight of the city's safety rests on their shoulders, as the threat inside the bank grows ever more dangerous.

Have something else in mind? You do you boo, but remember don't do the crime if you can't do the time!



Markus Drex Kaljak Rakham Eaton Waters Shiri Joraa Valery Noble Noah Corek Caelan Valoren The Vulptex
((I tagged everyone in the LFG thread. No pressure to join!))

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[Eaton Waters]

Credits.

Credits were what he needed.

And with his own ship ready to go? It was time to get that second ship back, that A-Wing hulk that was sitting at his family's place on Pamarthe. The Pelagic was not here, it was on a different part of the core, he traveled here by public shuttle and was starting to regret that. The Blubreen hybrid was a racer, and he could have served as a wonderful wheelman for this operation. But his true skills lie in those that weren't expressly marketable.

He always needed the credits, and being the thief he was? He knew the more recent systems. Mostly a racer for credits, or smuggler, sometimes a treasure hunter, rarely a salvager, much like his sister, Eaton had a knack for getting into places he didn't belong. While Brooke used her looks to actually help dole out justice, Eaton was more than willing to fight for something a bit less savory.

He had dressed in a forest green jacket, a damp, black buff around his neck, and pulled up over his face patterned like deep dark sea to help cause cameras to have an issue to focus, and his backpack, he looked very much like someone who was used to living on the more polluted lower levels of Coruscant.

Eaton had the supplies he needed, a wrist mounted datapad that he could plug into most systems, his sister's enchanted knife that could get through many doors, or rudimentarily locked systems, and his SCOMP if he needed something to do his own fine tune lock picking should a computerized BRUTE force or the knife's witch enchantment fail. Making his way up as part of the second wave, he followed one of the scattergun wielding Duros and kept himself close to the wall. There was going to be some security, and he knew that the cameras and droids were going to be the first thing to need to stop.

"Give me a second." He said to the Duros, who nodded, the other one an armored Ubese, who was more than ready to fire, was moving ahead to start getting the organic staff to start surrendering. Eaton and the Duros, he was never going to be able to pronounce his name, moved towards one of the terminals. Taking the table from the wrist top datapad, he moved to plug in.

"Alright, observation systems…" Cameras, motion detectors, pressure plates. He looked up at the terminal and then back at his datapad, and tapped 'RUN PROGRAM.' It should only be a moment or two.

 

[Kinley Pryse]

Why would Black Sun waste it's time robbing one of the largest banks in the galaxy? The entire operation seemed like a suicide mission and to be fair it wasn't exactly going to be easy even for the best of criminals. There were representatives from all the major syndicates in the force, and even some solo criminals trying to make names for themselves. Soon it would be chaos inside the building and the entire galaxies eyes would be glued to the holo as the robbery unfolded. This wasn't exactly a stealth mission. They had gone in with guns blazing and very little guidelines from the mysterious man who hired them. The truth was the person in charge of this mission wasn't interested in the credits or precious metals at all. What they needed was information. The robbery? It was just a convenient distraction and hey if some thugs made a profit off it all the better right? For all intents and purposes the robbery was real and there was a huge score to make for those bold enough to take it. Kinley just had orders that sent her elsewhere.

Kinley moved through the chaos of the First Coruscant General Bank with an air of quiet determination, blending seamlessly with the panicked customers and the armed criminals who had taken control of the building. The robbery was a well-planned spectacle, a perfect diversion crafted by the Black Sun syndicate to keep the authorities occupied while she slipped deeper into the bank's secure archives. She could already feel her boss breathing down her neck when he realized what her plan was but you know what they say...

Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission....

 

[Markus Drex]

Objective 2 : Security Falling.

For the occasion, I've donned my black service outfit because, after all, we're heading out for a heist. I have my own team, and I'm determined to pull some credits out of this.

Attacking the central bank of Coruscant represents a serious challenge, but not an impossible one for me and my team. After all, we are former soldiers trained by the Galactic Alliance, so we know the security services, we also know the level of technology inside what it's made of, in short, we have the advantage of being former soldiers.

Moreover, I have a few tricks up my sleeve that I haven't revealed yet.

I am already inside the bank, but contrary to expectations, I'm not yet in the vault; I'm calmly making my way towards the security corridors. My goal is to neutralize the systems to allow the others to cause significant chaos and delay the intervention of the forces stationed outside as long as possible.

Thanks to my operator, I know that the security cordon is closing in bit by bit; I have live information that others probably don't have. This gives me a major advantage.

Since discretion is not really an option, I cold-bloodedly shoot one of the guards with my blaster it doesn't bother me in the slightest. I continue to advance towards the bank's security system with slow and steady steps. My aim is to cut all the cameras although I note that I could just as well broadcast them on a large screen to make it an international show. However, I plan to cut all the lights to create confusion on all levels.

Indeed, this is an opportunity for me to come out of the shadows, with a handsome reward of credits at stake. I admit that the main vault doesn't interest me much, as everyone will probably already be on it. However, there might be other valuable items or other caches with money. That's the kind of thing I've come to find.

Blaster in one hand and hacking tools in the other, I'm ready to face what may come, even if we might encounter contingents of Jedi. Perfect, I won't miss the chance to remind them that they have corrupt superiors at the head of their division.

I'm thirsty for blood and loot; I'm not here to just make up the numbers

"it's time to show them what it's like to feel all powerful. Ah, I know some people who won't like the fallout at all..."

tag : Open

 

[Kaljak Rakham]

OBJECTIVE III​

The First Coruscant General Bank - Adjacent Rooftop

The skyline of Coruscant glittered with the glow of a million lights, but Kaljak Rakham paid it no mind. Crouched low on a rooftop across from the opulent First Coruscant General Bank, he adjusted his dome-like helmet onto his head, the headgear sealing with a hermetic hiss. Around him, members of the Scarlet Armada murmured in hushed tones, their weapons gleaming faintly in the artificial light.

“Right, lads,” Kaljak said, his voice a gravelly drawl. “Time for us t’earn our due. The purrgil-load be swimmin’ up there, just waitin’ t’be hauled in. Remember—keep yer wits sharp an’ yer blades sharper. We’re here t’make a spectacle, aye, but no spillin’ blood less it’s needed. Savvy?”

A series of murmured "Aye, Captain" rippled through the crew. Kaljak activated the commlink on his wrist, patched into the rest of the heist team stationed throughout the bank and its surroundings.

“Oi, to the rest o’ ye clever mudscuffers in this lil’ venture—Kaljak an’ his Scarlet lads are ‘bout t’light the fire. We’ll draw the bucketheads away so ye can snatch the real treasure. Give us three, an’ watch fer the fireworks.”

With that, Kaljak nodded to his crew. They boarded the repulsorlift skiff, a battered but sturdy craft outfitted with reinforced plating. As the engines hummed to life, the crew exchanged eager grins, and Kaljak, standing at the helm, raising his fist as a signal to accelerate.

The skiff shot forward, its speed building as it careened toward one of the higher floors of the bank. The building loomed closer, the golden glow of its wealthier clientele's lounge visible through massive windows.

With a deafening crash, the skiff rammed through the glass, sending shards scattering like stars. The opulent room erupted into chaos as screams filled the air. Kaljak leapt from the skiff, his boots thudding onto the polished floor. He gave a theatrical bow, his posture as sharp as the Dathomiri blade at his hip.

“Ladies an’ gentlemen!” he bellowed, his accent dripping with swagger. “Yer fortunes ‘ave taken a turn fer the adventurous! I am Kaljak Rakham, Captain of the Scarlet Armada, an’ today, we be lightenin’ yer load o’ creds an’ jewels. Place yer valuables in the sacks me lads’ll provide, an’ ye’ll walk outta here wit’ nary a scratch. Try any heroics, an’… well, let’s jus’ say me blade’s been itchin’ fer a bit o’ sport!”

His crew fanned out, brandishing blasters and sacks, corralling the panicked patrons. Kaljak strode to the center of the room, arms spread wide as if embracing the chaos.

Through his commlink, his voice softened, but the grin in his tone was unmistakable. “The hounds’ll come fer us soon, mates. Ye best be makin’ yer move while we’ve got ‘em runnin’ in circles. Good huntin’.”

The Scarlet Armada’s presence was a beacon of chaos, drawing security forces toward the glittering prize of the upper floors and away from the heist team’s true objective below. Kaljak’s distraction had begun.

Kinley Pryse | Eaton Waters | Markus Drex ​

 

[Markus Drex]

I hear a loud crash in the upper floors. Additionally, I notice that all security systems have just been disabled. I see that the cameras were turned on before me.

I'm not sure what's happening upstairs so, just to be sure, I ask Urielle. "Tell me, do you know what's happening up there? I heard a metallic crash."
"An armed group has entered with a vehicle and started to deploy, take advantage of the distraction to head to your objective, it's the perfect moment!"
"Yeah, I'm going. I see that the security forces have also been disabled; someone else has already infiltrated before me, can you confirm that?" "Yes, yes, I can confirm the systems and defenses are down you're so fast! ."
" That's not me urielle, we are to late. But perfect, that saves me some time, thanks. Can you update my movement path, please?"
"Received!"

cut off my contact and watch my plan update in real-time. It's chaos here; I need to hurry to my treasure, because in a few minutes, I have a feeling it's going to be complete chaos.

My goal has changed; initially, I thought about taking a tour of security, but that's no longer necessary.

I therefore head towards the exhibition galleries on the lower levels, as I know that in the storage space, one can sometimes find unexpected treasures. I came light; I didn't plan to carry much, in fact, I know exactly what to take.

Normally my goal would differ from others, but I still prefer to be wary of them—you never know, at least my weapons are not far if someone decides to shed some blood.

it's time for a little music. I put on my music helmet and play a beautiful opera piece to accompany my silent walk towards the warehouse of the bank where valuables are stored.

I think the enemy armed troops won't know what hit them.

I take advantage of the ambient chaos with my piece of music, I have a small backpack, that's enough for what I want to take. It facilitates movement and also allows me to pass through narrow places if I needed to escape.

I arrive in front of what appears to be an armored door; I connect my small hacking tool and force the door open. I quickly shoot the employee working there in the head with a blaster, not giving him time to react.

I start walking calmly through the aisles. I stop in front of my first loot there are two precious stones of some value. I slip them into my inner pocket and now head towards the second loot which justifies the presence of my backpack.

Kinley Pryse | Eaton Waters | Kaljak Rakham

 

[Shiri Joraa]

Phase I
Location: Floor 1

Shiri leaned against the shiny marble pillar within the first floor of the bank. She was a new face, a petty thief, and a wildcard.

But most importantly, she could be nasty.

So her newest boss had instructed her to round up the common folk and keep them quiet while the bigger brains figured out the intricacies of Coruscant's computer network.

She could do that.

The Twi'lek slowly removed a wooden flute with intricate carvings on it from her utility belt and rested against the pillar. Slowly, she raised it to her lips - and blew.

A small dart zipped through the air, silent and deadly.

The Bothan female security guard standing at the front entrance suddenly collapsed, holding her neck. She crashed to the floor with a solid thunk.

As a few people murmured and hustled backward to assist her, Shari stepped forward. She removed a hilt from her belt.

When she clicked it, it expanded into a full-length force pike.

A Besalisk security guard caught sight of the metallic weapon and lumbered forward.

"Hey - !"

The Twi'lek performed a spin that sent her twisting backward. She twirled the force pike over her head and performed a sharp downward swing.

The Besalik's head rocked as he was knocked out cold, and slumped to the floor.

"Whoops!" A silver canister dropped from her hand and began to fill the room with smoke as it clattered on the floor.

Screams began to rise from the customers on the first floor as they began to realize what was happening.

The Twi'lek raised her spear over her head and smiled, showing off sharp teeth.

"Everyone remain calm," she shouted over the screams. "You are ex-per-iencing a robbery!"

She threw her head back and laughed.

 

[Stevru Klamat]

I hear a loud crash in the upper floors. Additionally, I notice that all security systems have just been disabled. I see that the cameras were turned on before me.

I'm not sure what's happening upstairs so, just to be sure, I ask Urielle. "Tell me, do you know what's happening up there? I heard a metallic crash."
"An armed group has entered with a vehicle and started to deploy, take advantage of the distraction to head to your objective, it's the perfect moment!"
"Yeah, I'm going. I see that the security forces have also been disabled; someone else has already infiltrated before me, can you confirm that?" "Yes, yes, I can confirm the systems and defenses are down you're so fast! ."
" That's not me urielle, we are to late. But perfect, that saves me some time, thanks. Can you update my movement path, please?"
"Received!"

cut off my contact and watch my plan update in real-time. It's chaos here; I need to hurry to my treasure, because in a few minutes, I have a feeling it's going to be complete chaos.

My goal has changed; initially, I thought about taking a tour of security, but that's no longer necessary.

I therefore head towards the exhibition galleries on the lower levels, as I know that in the storage space, one can sometimes find unexpected treasures. I came light; I didn't plan to carry much, in fact, I know exactly what to take.

Normally my goal would differ from others, but I still prefer to be wary of them—you never know, at least my weapons are not far if someone decides to shed some blood.

it's time for a little music. I put on my music helmet and play a beautiful opera piece to accompany my silent walk towards the warehouse of the bank where valuables are stored.

I think the enemy armed troops won't know what hit them.

I take advantage of the ambient chaos with my piece of music, I have a small backpack, that's enough for what I want to take. It facilitates movement and also allows me to pass through narrow places if I needed to escape.

I arrive in front of what appears to be an armored door; I connect my small hacking tool and force the door open. I quickly shoot the employee working there in the head with a blaster, not giving him time to react.

I start walking calmly through the aisles. I stop in front of my first loot there are two precious stones of some value. I slip them into my inner pocket and now head towards the second loot which justifies the presence of my backpack.

Kinley Pryse | Eaton Waters | Kaljak Rakham

Objective 3: Play the Hero like an Idiot Save the Day

A festering hive of scum and villainy. That's how he felt about the Galaxy's crown jewel, seat of corporate oligarchy and governmental graft. He hated it here. He preferred Nar Shaddaa. At least the Smuggler's Moon was honest about what it was. The power moved out in the open there in the form of thugs and enforcers. Here... the transfer of power happened behind closed doors, divorced from the reality of its consequences, what realities backroom deals wrought upon the common people.

He was here for the dead drop, information on certain trends and proceedings within those halls of power and what it might mean for the Rim. Traversing the plaza, out of his armor and dressed in civilian clothes, his ears pricked. Blaster fire. Detonations. Interior. The Bank.

This wasn't his world. Wasn't his place. The Rim was his homeland, the defenseless his kin. Let the bank solve it's own problems, they had the credits for private security, after all, Outer Rim goons who had the bona fides to go legit had to go somewhere.

The problem was the screaming.

A single dark eye narrowed, turning in the crowd he squared his shoulder and bulled his way through the mass. Panic hadn't quite yet set in, but it would. Soon. The tide was already turning as he muscled his way through the press, aiming himself at the rented airspeeder parked at the edge of the plaza, a functional if not boxy Corelllian model.

It was at that point that something hit the upper stories of the bank. Hard. Debris rained from above, and the crowd broke into a blind panic. A body slammed into his own, and he grasped at the person, manhandling them to redirect them, upright, into the press. He carved a swath through the roiling mass of bodies like an agricultural thresher, grasping and throwing people out of his way as he made for the airspeeder. Pressing his thumbs into the biometric lock, the rear storage compartment popped open.

He pulled his beskar vest and webbing over his head, simply donning it over his civilian clothing. Time was of the essence, and he didn't have the luxury of stripping to the skin and donning his body suit. Tightening the straps, he slung his gunbelt around his hips, then donned his vambrances, which automatically tightened themselves into place, interfacing with the jetpack mounted to his webbing. Finally, with a practiced motion, he tied his hair back into a quick bun, and dropped his helmet over his head. Battered beskar in an ancient style, the helm was more curves than the angles of modern Mandalorian helmets, and featured a pair of grooves molded in under each eye, giving the impression of weeping.

Gripping his blaster rifle, he eyed the structure, overlay from his cybernetic eye superimposing itself in his vision. Thermal returns indicated that a number of individuals were converging on the point of impact. None of this made sense. Sure, the internal motivations of the wicked were often impossible to divine. But this was suicide. And scum the villains of the universe may be... but they were self interested scum. It couldn't be as simple as a smash and grab.

Circling the structure, he pressed himself close to an armored side door, gazing through it with his cybernetic eye. Satisfied by the lack of electrochemical returns, he pressed a shaped charged to the locking mechanism. With a muffled KRUMP, it cut a hole in the armor, allowing him to force the door.

He moved up the corridor with smooth, even steps. Pausing, he looked down at the corpse as he stepped over it. Head shot, likely before they even saw it coming. His gaze slid to the armored door, incongruously open. Dropping his rifle to let it hang on it's strap, he drew his pistols, and moved through the doorway.

Turning a corner, they paused. Single person. Dark clothing. Backpack. Blaster. Not dressed like security. Not panicking like the others. There was a fraction of a second's assessment, and then the lone Mandalorian leveled one of their DH17 pistols, dropped their finger onto the trigger, and opened fire, the automatic spray of blaster bolts intended more to suppress than kill. A test of the waters, to see if this robber would break and run, or stand and fight. Whatever the case, he'd learn something from the reaction.

 

[Markus Drex]

As I am in the warehouse and heading towards the second objective of my headset, something catches my attention on the shelves: a small black velvet pouch with silk fabric. I decide to approach it and open its contents.

My jaw drops when I see what's inside. It's true that it would be tempting to take this one with me. A whole pouch of Corusca Gems. I'm tempted by the lure of gain. Bank warehouses always have unsuspected treasures. And this will allow me to pay my teammates effectively.

I close the pouch and take it with me. However, I'm still as greedy; I head towards the certificate of authenticity that I came here to steal. Afterwards, I'll need to go to the art gallery. I rummage through parchments on another shelf, then I grab the document.

It's now time for me to head out of this area and go to the exhibition gallery; it's easier to move around since all the security systems have been disabled beforehand.

A professional thief always achieves their goals! My aim is to seize a collectible art piece and make off with it. Now my credit issues are definitely resolved for the rest of my days. With my own company, I can easily launder money by making transactions. Being an inventor, I can justify it as the cost of a new creation quite easily; it will be hard to contest. Just one transaction of the same price and it's all set. Yes, you also have to think about that.

With the chaos caused by others on the floor above, the art gallery is quieter than I thought. Since everyone is heading to the upper floors, it will be easy for me to approach the specific painting.

I stroll casually through the art gallery and stop in front of a very specific painting bingo, this is what I came for. Of course, there's a glass wall protecting it, but a precise lightsaber strike, which I perform with my own lightsaber, takes care of that.

The glass shatters into a thousand pieces, but since the security system has been disabled, I just watch the glass fragments fall to the ground.

I approach the painting and start to take it off the wall. I replace it with a forgery that I had prepared in my backpack, which will buy the investigators some time. It was a hassle to go fetch the certificate just to be able to sell it.

After performing the switch, I make sure to leave no trace behind.

I ask my operator to find me an escape route. It's time for me to meet up with my second accomplice outside. I know we have a motorcycle not too far away that will allow us to escape. My plan has been updated; instead of heading towards the upper floors, I delve deeper, approaching the vault because I plan to pass through a specific ventilation duct that will allow me to escape easily I just hope I don't encounter any disruptive elements along the way.

In which case, I will have to force my way through. Fortunately, I've packed everything in my backpack, leaving my hands free, so I have my blaster with me and my lightsaber strapped to my belt.

This time I've taken off my music headset because I need all my attention on the movements of the soldiers and other criminals. For that, I am focused and open in the Force so I can effectively sense their aura. Personally, my loot has been secured, and I have no more reason to head towards the vault, so I start making my way to my extraction point. This is probably where everything will come to a head.

Spoiler

Corusca gems velvet purse, painting & certificate authenticity, and two other precious stones

 

[Eaton Waters]

Bank systems weren't like military systems, not that Eaton had much experience with those, but the nice thing about most ships on a front line? Analog controls. Have a key, or the biometrics of someone authorized? And you'd be fine. He would probably need that once he got to the main vault, but for now? For now it was all about the passwords and shutting down electronic systems. What challenge he found was that fire suppression systems were linked to the cameras.

Well, they it looked like they were about to have a foam party.

A few more seconds and the cameras were starting to shut down, at least in most offices and the lobby. At the same time, foaming CO2 was released into the areas, not enough to flood it, but there was definitely enough to cause problems for some sensor equipment. A bit of bank protection should power go out, or a robbery was occuring. As the hissing occurred, Eaton unplugged the datapad and looked to the Duros.

"Get out there, lets go have some fun." He could handle it from here.

Making his way to the staircase, the hybrid hit the staircase, armed with a dagger, and his wits. He knew that he had probably one spell stored to help him get through this. Hand on the necklace from his sister, he hoped he'd not need it. It was only to get a weapon, something with more reach, but he didn't need the bank seeing a Witch, or even Witch-assisted thief here.

One of the doors opened and Eaton moved quickly, grab the blaster, safety on, power pack out. As it dropped, an elbow to the jaw of the rent-a-cop.

"Sleep." He whispered, but in the old aquatic language his sister had taught him, and the man went down.

How many more floors was it?

Thirty? Maybe he did need the turbo lift.

Next floor, though, security terminal. More cameras, another shut down. But then a count down? Lockdown.

Additional security… Pulling out his SCOMP, Eaton plugged in, moving delicately to change the system from the pending lockdown. If they all got stuck in here? That'd not be good. At least with Alliance forces, they could fight their way out. The hybrid began his little hack.

 

[Shiri Joraa]

Objective I
Location: Floor 1

As chaos reigned on the upper floors and the building shook from something crashing through a window, Shiri had her own issues to deal with.

It was now raining foam from the ceiling.

"What are zey doing up zhere!" she snarled, hands tightening over her Force pike.

Her attention turned back to her hostages. A few of them - various humans or human-like people - backed away with their hands up, as if they had tried to rush her and then decided against it mid-way.

Two more unconscious bodies - brave customers who had thought they could outmatch her - lay crumpled at her feet.

The Twi'lek stepped over the bodies and did a twirl with the pike that extended it out in front of her.

She pushed a human male in the shoulder and let out a cackle that echoed through the lobby.

"Put zis around yourself!" she instructed, removing a thin wire from her belt.

The wire looked very strange and seemed to glisten iridescent colors. It was incredibly strong, and would keep her hostages together no matter how hard they pressed against it.

"Wrap it around yourself and pass it on to the next one! Now!" she barked, slamming the spear against the floor. She hissed at him for emphasis.

As the customers began tying themselves in together, their fingers shaking as they worked, the Twi'lek waved a bit of foam from her shoulder and scowled.

She watched it begin to coat her hostages and the floor, and let out a giggle before doing a little dance through thick waves of it.

"Ha-ha!"

 

[Markus Drex]

My operator warns me that a squad of soldiers is heading my way.

I activate a Force ability to become invisible and hide against the wall to let them pass without being noticed. I prefer to conserve my energy for what's coming, and if this can delay the other bandits as well, they're not my friends either.

Everyone has their own problems, as they say. I think that if I showed up with the loot I have right now, I'd definitely get robbed or be offered a deal that would be disadvantageous for me.

I won't give them a single credit from the fruit of my labor. Honestly, I don't think anyone wants to share the loot.

Plus, the soldiers are going to check the upper level because of the huge noise caused by the other armed group. So I think they can handle that just fine.

I watch them pass and continue down the hallway toward the small room that will serve as my extraction point. My operator confirms it's this way. Looking up at the ceiling, I notice a small hatch, like a ventilation grate that's exactly what I came here for.

I take out my lightsaber and use my magic key to cut through the wall, so I can enter. I prevent the grate from falling to minimize the noise and avoid drawing attention to myself. I carefully place it on the ground and then put my backpack inside the duct.

I take a bit of momentum and run toward the wall to jump inside, pushing the backpack forward with my feet.

I start crawling through the duct while following the directions given by my operator. Suddenly, she tells me to stop because a turret is blocking my path.

I sigh and rummage through my bag to pull out a smoke grenade.

I throw the smoke grenade to create a smoke screen, solely to block the turret's visibility and clear the path.

This allows me to get close enough without being seen. With a quick strike, I slice it in half with my lightsaber. I then return the lightsaber to my belt and continue crawling as the duct rises toward the upper levels. I'm forced to use my grappling hook because it's too slippery.

I let myself be gently pulled forward while the inside of the bank is in complete chaos. The final loot I've stolen should allow me to live peacefully for the rest of my days. Of course, I'm not obligated to pay my accomplices, but I do it out of conscience. They're teammates, they respect me, and I respect them. Without them, I'd be in deep trouble. I feel indebted to them.

 

[Stevru Klamat]

Nonplussed, the Mandalorian watched the figure in black retreat. He shifted his weight on the spot. There were bodies on the ground. The man in black needed to die.

The problem was the screaming.

His helmeted head turned towards the front of the bank. Civilians were in danger. Blood would have to wait. This is The Way. Working his jaw left and right, he took off down the hallway. Slow is smooth. Smooth is fast. He held a pistol in each hand as he cleared the way to the lobby junction by junction.

Rounding a corner, he caught a sound out of the corner of his ear and tensed. Waiting, he was answered only by the sudden rain of fire suppressant foam.

"Hnnn. Shab."

The thermal returns on his cybernetic eye immediately became unreadable snow, as CO2 flooded the air and foam reflected heat. Flicking it back to the visual spectrum, he turned his head one way, then the other, rolling his shoulders. A shudder of ill suppressed rage went through him as he heard another body hit the ground ahead. His teeth chattered, and he grit them tight. Taking a breath in, he let it out slowly. Anger is energy. All he had to do was harness it.

He was close enough now that he could hear laughter. Closing his eyes, he stood stock still, trying to gauge her position by the sound and coming up empty, too much noise. With the foam dampening his ability to look THROUGH the wall, he found himself with only one option. He'd have to peek.

Edging his helmet around the corner, a dull grey grey shape against dull grey walls, hardly visible in the foam and smoke, he spotted the violet skinned Twi'lek. There was no shot with his pistols, too many civilians in the background. Taking a deep breath, he crouched and darted through doorway, slinking into cover behind the bank's main counter.

There was someone else there, a Sullustan who's already wide eyes looked as though they were about to pop free of their skull, they began to stutter, panicked words running into one another, before the barrel of Stev's DH17 pressed itself into their throat. The Mandalorian held a single finger up to where their mouth would be beneath the helmet, and then pantomimed closing their eyes and covering their ears. The civilian did so obediently.

Just as Stevru popped a contact flashbang bomblet from their gauntlet, primed it, and tossed it backwards over the counter in the general direction of the Twi'lek, where it would detonate against the ground with a blinding FLASH of light and a concussive BANG.

Shiri Joraa

 

[Shiri Joraa]

Objective I
Location: Floor 1

Shiri was pacing near the front entrance, gleefully counting her hostages like swamp ducks as they tied themselves into knots, and twirling the spear in front of her. She licked her lips, thinking of the credits that would pour into her account later that day.

Then there was a white flash of light, and a loud bang - and she was thrown into the wall behind her.

"Uuuuh!" The Twi'lek let out a groan as if she had been killed - her body twisting into a curl of purple skin and black cloth - and then lay crumpled on the floor.

She rolled around on the floor - the wind knocked out of her, her sensitive ears ringing, her force pike flung aside and lost in a sea of fire-proof foam.

She scrambled to her feet and hissed, panting and holding her abdomen in the place it had smacked the wall.

"Aaaah!" The Twi'lek let loose a primitive growl and bared her fangs, looking to the front counter where the bang had come from.

"Who threw zat! Where are you!" she growled.

Stevru Klamat

 

[Stevru Klamat]

She shook that off faster than he would have. Honestly, despite the fact that she was clearly a danger to herself and others, he was impressed. There was something to be said for mania. While she was busy shaking herself back to consciousness, he was already on the move, scooting out of cover to move in a low, half crawl half crouch.

By the time she was facing the counter, he had flattened himself to the floor, half burying himself in fire suppressant foam and pushing himself next to the unconscious form of one of her victims.

Waiting for the moment where her body lined up with what he wanted to do, he kicked on the boosters of his jetpack, and went hurtling forward, aiming to slam his shoulder into the point where she'd impacted the wall, and if successful, send them both hurtling into the ferrocrete wall.

Shiri Joraa

 

[Shiri Joraa]

Objective I
Location: Floor 1

A figure came soaring toward the corner of her eye, a burst of fire from a jetpack scattering the sea of foam in different directions.

The gleam of her attacker's armor was impossible to miss - beskar! She didn't know how this Mando assassin had slipped in - but he was here, and she had one second to react.

Her force pike was lost in the chaos, so she had one choice. She would meet him head on!

"Haaaaaah!"

The Twi'lek leapt into the air toward him, her nails snatching at any piece of cloth she could grip while the rest of her slid against the impenetrable beskar.

Stevru Klamat

 

[Stevru Klamat]

It really was a shame they were meeting under these circumstances. Had the Twi'lek had a better birth, a better clan, she might have been the best of them. Though there wasn't much time to think about that right now.

They collided, and the jets of his pack and momentum of his lunge sent them spinning and tumbling in midair, before they crashed into the ground and tumbled, her nails scraping across his armor, his hands trying to gain a grip on her throat.

He let out a roar of his own as they grappled, a guttural, involuntary noise. The sound of an animal fighting. His teeth were bared beneath the helmet, though she couldn't see it, they chattered audibly as adrenaline surged within him. He cocked a fist back and made to drive it into the side of her head where the lekku met the skull, gloves sliding over her throat as he tried to retain a grip on her amid the sea of fire suppression foam.

Shiri Joraa

 

[Shiri Joraa]

Objective I
Location: Floor 1

They twisted through the air and slammed into the floor, tumbling around like a pair of alley panthers who had hooked their claws into one another.

As her talons squeezed just under the human man's helmet, trying to rip the helm from his head and choke him at the same time, Shiri heard him unleash a primal growl that rivaled her own.

She felt a surge of mania - more gleeful than angry, pleased with herself that she had cracked someone else's shiny veneer

"Ha- !" She choked out a laugh, despite his left hand around her throat - but then his fist came soaring in from the right.

He slammed into the sensitive area that covered her brain.

"Uuuuh!" Shiri grunted as her eyes rolled inward and she slumped over, pinning his arm under her shoulder as she went down.





Stevru Klamat

 

[Stevru Klamat]

LOCALE:

Lobby, First Coruscant General Bank, Coruscant⠀

GOAL:

Thwarting a Robbery (Objective 3)⠀

TAGS:

Shiri Joraa

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He felt the Twi'Lek go limp before he saw it, felt her razor sharp nails tug from the skin of his neck, leaving trails of blood down his throat and droplets on his beskar chest plate. Laying on the ground on his side a moment, half pinned under his opponent, he let out his own, soft laughter, a shaky, uncharacteristic giggle as his lips tugged into an involuntary smile.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Winning is always a thrill.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Shifting, he untangled his arm from her, pushing her off of him and onto her back as he did so. Rolling toward her, he put a knee under himself and rose into a kneeling position, slinging the other leg over her to straddle her, pointer finger and middle pressed into her throat to check her pulse and finding it steady.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Looking around the lobby, he sat there a moment, catching his breath before nodding to himself. Grabbing the Twi'lek under her shoulders, he dragged her to the wall and leaned her against it, before using the wire on her belt to bind her wrists and arms together behind her, tightly at both the wrist and elbow. Finding her force pike, he pushed her up against a decorative railing and slotted the weapon between her bindings, effectively pinning her in place.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Pressing a fist against his armor, he gave the Twi'lek a warriors salute and a shallow bow before he set about freeing hostages, sending them out the front door and into the arms of the waiting tactical squad. Lifting those unconscious, he grabbed a couple of fleeing civilians.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Take them with you. If you leave them, I'll know."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Leaning up into the cover of the doorway, he turned the volume on his helmet speaker up and shouted out to the squad still loitering near the entrance.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"One in the lobby, secured, at least one more inside aside from whatever is going on upstairs!"

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Wh-."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He didn't wait stay to hear what the officer had to say., walking back towards the interior of the bank, slathering some bacta from his kit onto his throat as he did.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"I'm going upstairs."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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Kinley Pryse Eaton Waters Markus Drex Kaljak Rakham

 

[Ma'lur'kek'thwin]

1st/2nd floor	:LOCATION​
Save the day?	:OBJECTIVE​
Mando, open	:TAGS​

What a way to start the day on Coruscant, where every lick of natural life existed in spite of the efforts its inhabitants made. Where greenery remained contained in closed off parks, on balconies with microbiomes, or simply in boxes. When Ma'lur had been standing in the bank for what felt to be an eternity, she considered herself kindred to the struggling flora. Contained and constrained by the systems that upheld the very necessity of such a business, forced to find her own way between the cracks... Or else die trying. All in all? Not the worst way to live. She could still be at home, with only dreams in her mind and stars in her eyes.

The actual break-in had gone unnoticed as far as Ma'lur was concerned. Disconcerted faces on tellers, screens on automated machines flickering, dying, coming back to life; It all felt so habitual. Just another hiccup in a day-to-day on a planet-sized city. And yet... Ma'lur's nasal-tongues flicked out to taste the air, pungent man-skin and man-oils drifting on the recirculating air, no man yet around to match it. Little time to process that information, the crowd on the first floor- of which she had been a part of- became swept up in a hostage gathering, and though the Ssi-ruu considered herself adept at taking care of herself, kept quiet for fear of risking the well-being of others.

Mayhem filled the first floor halls when the Twi'lek fell, dispatched by someone in the trappings of a Mandalorian. Whether they were one or not didn't matter to Ma'lur- only that the opening they provided was enough for her to shed the facade of helplessness and slip beyond the counter. A quick glance over the available teller screens to ascertain which one held the most promise for being unlocked and compromised... And all it took to secure a modest few thousand credits was a swipe or two of her fingers. Certainly less than what was likely being pocketed upstairs, but about the same as what she'd intended on loaning out for. Not even a drop in the galactic bucket.

As the last of the citizens ran out into the waiting arms of the Law, Ma'lur tracked the backside of the maybe-Mandalorian as they rounded a corner to the stairwell leading deeper into the bank. Hmm. Today could be as simple as scraping by with some unearned credits and a new story to tell, or... Maybe a head or two upstairs could earn Ma'lur a payout in the five or six digits. That Mandalorian alone probably had a bounty on their head worth double the creds their armor was worth. The Ssi-ruu slunk out of the teller's cove and headed up the stairs as well, lamenting the empty holsters strapped at her hips. Stupid security checkpoints.

Catching up to the helmed 'savior' shortly before the second floor landing she cleared her throat to announce her presence. "So," she murmured low, peering around their armored frame, "you also a thief, or just a do-gooder in the right place at the right time?"