Victims of their Greed [TSE Dominion of Oorn Tchis Hex]

[Zef Halo]

Objective 4: BYOO [Help [member="Alm"]'s research]

Scipio's eyes widened only slightly compared to Jarru Sr. The lieutenant gave the Sith a glance before turning to see the slowly gathering fumes elder Jarru. He did not remember seeing the man even remotely annoyed.

As Alm began speaking, the heat of the atmosphere around her fading away, Jarru Sr's hand went up and smacked the back side of Junior's head. His heavy, worker's palm fell savagely on the neck of his son. The sound of smack much more similar to the cracking of a thick branch under too much weigh rather than a slap to skin.

"Whadd' I tol' ya 'bout dispe'tin' guests, huh, boy?"

If Alm came close to interrupting the lecturing of the senior, Scipio would preemptively put his hand respectfully in front of her implying his suggestion of not interrupting. To Scipio's surprise the argument did not last long with the younger man quickly obeying his father's remarks without a word. He certainly was not happy but he knew where his position in the hierarchy was. A glance at the lieutenant and Junior was twice as sure about his place.

"I'm sorry, yun' m'am. Forgive the kiddo. Youth be damn fiery, ain't they?" Senior quickly collected himself and leaned back on his seat again as if nothing happened. "Now I person'lly don' know 'bout Manas but you right, cycles 'round here too. Jus' much less."

"'s why it's an agriworld. Soil's richer, weather's better for a longer time but ya know. As I said seven mon's you grow' em. Pick 'em in the eight and nineth, then get 'bout two months of winter. At least that's like, I don' know, 'bout fifty percen' of 'rn Tchis. Rest be oceans, one desert and two poles. Ain't got much mountain 's much 's i remember. Now I ain't much of an authority figure bu- boy, bring me my pad."

"but i'd say 'rn tchis be good for ya Sith. Can feed ya, that's for sure. 's plenty for every hungry soul five 'undred ligh' years away." The boy arrived with the datapad and after a few taps on it, good ol' Jarru Sr. passed the datapad to Alm. Upon it she'd find a list of game on Oorn Tchis. " You said you hun'. Far as I remember, Scipio right here's been huntin' since he been a boy. Maybe he'd show ya aroun' with a gun in hand. Get you to know the ground, the game and its hunters - the people."

 

[Nyra Mazul]

Nyra looked happily at the man and then down at the mouse running excited around her shoulders. "Well," she started speaking directly to Dalton's question. "Someone as small as our friend here is often overlooked. It's a blessing of small species." A smirk covered her mouth. "And I doubt they would even detect them inside a statue designed to absorb the sensor readings. And if they do," Nyra shrugged, "they'll probably suspect some sort of pest and ignore it."

With a finger she patted the mouse on its head before saying, "No offense, people consider me a pest a lot of the time."

The ship they got was nice, and would do well in showing off Dalton as a man who belonged in the private deposit bank. She boarded the vessel and started working on hollowing out a statue in order to fit the mouse inside. "We'll install air, and a release clamp. We'll also give you a distress signal so if cargo moves in transit, which should not happen because of the inertial dampeners," she reassured it quickly, "you'll be able to call for a pick up."

Together they would finish up the statue and prepare to seal the mouse inside. "Now," she said looking at Dalton, "how well do you clean up?"

[member="Dalton Leath"] [member="Tabigarashu Madara"]

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective 2B
[member="Nyra Mazul"] | [member="Tabigarashu Madara"]

He could have countered that upscale firms like these wouldn't just ignore pests of any kind within their building.

But in all honesty Dal was just about ready to get this crap moving, then over with. Too much weirdness. How many centuries? But this wasn't a situation he had been part of before- somewhat novel, somewhat interesting, but also strange enough that he wanted it over with already. "We will just have to wait and see then." He commented before winking at the little mouse, before they disappeared into the statue and it was sealed tight from the outside.

Part of him hoped that it would go all to hell.

Dalton worked best when things did... so much more exciting. Then the 'woman' asked him a question and he looked over the rim of his sunglasses towards her. Squinting just a bit, before he realized what this was about to become.

"Oh, I am not gonna like this, am I?"

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About an hour later a visibly uncomfortable Dalton - splendid suit, shaved - stepped into the bank with one Nyra hooked into his arm. "I look ridiculous." Dal murmured over to her, while keeping his eyes straight forward and ignoring the security.

He was above them.

That was one thing Leath hadn't forgotten from his time with nobility.

Behind them the statue slowly floated into the building. Nyra and him walked on over towards the booth with the accountants, while the statue was slowly maneuvered into a lift by the attendants of the bank. The initial scanning procedures had already gone well- now was the time for phase two, while Nyra and him finalized the papers and other details.

 

[Ao Xian]

Objective 1
[member="Kazmai"] [member="Jyn Cvetkovic"] [member="Darth Roth"]

"Mhmm. He pilots the shuttle too," Ao said with a yawn.

But as the furred behemouth stiffened, the Xykan did the same. Sapphire eyes narrowed.

How very dare.

She turned her gaze back to Jyn for a heartbeat, tail snapping in the air.

"Get the intel, quickly. We will keep the route back to the ship clear. Hurry."

She darted behind Kazmai just before the blast doors closed, the door barely missing closing on her tail, a flash of blue and red in the heartbeat before the silence.

The two of them were alone, the corridor dark but she could smell the warmth of those looking to close off their exit. Jewel like eyes glittered, and all illusions of politeness, of civility were shed. Neck arching high, a low growl escaped her throat. As Kazmai charged, she followed in his wake, the ambush from behind his great back, the knife in the dark to his swinging hammer.

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective 1
[member="Ao Xian"] | [member="Jyn Cvetkovic"] | [member="Darth Roth"] | Anyone else feel free to be here.

Tech assistant and chauffeur... how novel.

Kazmai was still uncertain just how useful a human could truly be, but Ao dramatic pause Xian seemed to be content with this arrangement. Who was he to question the decisions of a goddess? No, Kaz did not comment on it further. As long as she did not attempt to elevate him further. He would not bow for a human. Never. They just about slipped through the crack of the bulk door, before it closed between the two of them. Kazmai growled softly, but otherwise did nothing but move forward.

These humans thought they were smart.

Locked them in.

They did not understand. "They are locked in here with us." Kaz rumbled - half to her, half to himself - as the hammer was softly tapped against the wall. 'Soft' still meant it send a shudder through the metal and a vibration up his arm. Mmmm.

The heat in his blood demanded action.

Now Kazmai was running and the simian could feel Ao running behind him. In this moment they were part of the same construct... the closest that Kaz could come to godhood. Just a brush of the divine as they waded into battle. They ambushed the retreating humans, it was some kind of control room- they had not been expecting the ape to slam through the reinforced door and crushing the controls they had been trying to operate. The second set of bulk doors suddenly shivered and stopped closing behind them.

"Death." Kaz roared and lost himself in the revelry.

 

[Tabigarashu Madara]

[member="Nyra Mazul"] [member="Dalton Leath"] [member="Lyra Naerys"]

It was nice a quiet inside the statue. Hirou was all curled up, quite comfortable. Claustrophobic? Not even a little. Hirou liked snug little spaces like this, it felt familiar. Like home. It would have been easy for Hirou to actually fall asleep in there, but they had a job to do. A small ping came through on their comm, which was Hirou's cue that the statue had been taken back. They could feel the movement still, so they waited, bopping their head back and forth to a tune but not humming it.

Once the statue came to a stop, Hirou counted to a hundred angry wampas before poking their nose out of the hidden exit. Whiskers quivered, head came out a little more, ears swiveling to take in the sounds. All quiet!

Hirou got to work.

Scampering around, it wasn't difficult to locate the crate deposited by the Baron. It was stamped with their coat of arms. Hrm. Scampering back to the statue, Hirou retrieved a fusion cutter- the size of a walking stick for the Nezumi, and headed back. Carefully cutting, they removed the seal and then for good measure added other marks around the crate to make the necessary one less noticeable. Once they were satisfied, they focused on switching the codes- not difficult. After all, the bank didn't have to worry about things once they were *inside* the vault, now did they?

Humming with satisfaction, Hirou tapped back over toward the statue. They'd retrieve their tools and-

Huh. What was that?

With a hop, skip and a scamper, the Nezumi was up onto the stasis pod. Whiskers quivered as they looked down at the form inside.

There were certain things that the Saaraishash were always aware of. Anomalies. Strangenesses within and without. This certainly qualified. Hirou stood up, tapping one paw absently and thinking. Then with a nod, they input a different code into that storage tracker. Nyra and Dalton couldn't pick up two items with one code, but the Inquisition had other agents, and they could request a transfer with this new code. The pod and it's occupant would be sent to Bastion. Perhaps it was nothing.

Then again, one didn't frequently put nothing into stasis.

Satisfied with a job well done, Hirou set up for pick up, sending a single pulse to the humans on the outside that meant ready when you are.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

OBJECTIVE 2A: The Death of a Baron.

"Shalla Duskwalker, Kilrys Serccci."

She sat forward in her chair, placing her intertwined hands on the desk in front of her. The door shut behind Shalla like a trap.

"Your performance thus far has been observed and reviewed." She let one of her hands slide over to the datapad next to her and lay flat on top of it. "The two of you have not been utter failures. Indeed one may almost say you show some promise."

One corner of her mind curled up in a wicked smile, then fall into a serious mine.

"It has thusly been decided that you shall have a chance to prove yourselves worthy of the attention you demand."

The hand on her datapad raised itself flat and made a flicking gesture with her fingers. A pair of datapads flew out from a gap in the front of the desk, one directed at each of them. Failure to catch the datapad would be simply embarrassing.

"A life to be taken, two would-be assassins to claim it. Do not think this will be easy. Do not think we will simply hand it to you. Do not think failure is an option."

The Pale Assassin stood up, palms placed down on the table and her unblinking eyes staring at the two of them with burning intensity.

"If you choose to walk away, do so now, and you can carry on with your pitiful existence and never hear from me again."

[member="Shalla Duskwalker"] [member="Kilrys Serccci"]

 

[Rosalina]

Objective 4: BYOO (Gathering information from the locals)
Post #4
Allies: [member="Scipio Alta"]

Alm remained silent throughout the exchange. This was nothing out of the ordinary to her, in fact it was familiar in an almost comforting sort of way. Family hierarchy worked the same was on Manas—elders, especially your parents were given respect and deference. While she recognized Junior’s outburst as a breach of power, she did nothing to reprimand him as it was not her place. Alm did not come here as a conqueror. She was an ambassador of sorts, the type that was authorized to use violent means if necessary.

Jarru Senior proved to be amicable to her presence and subsequent request and she had to wonder if Scipio had anything to do with it. He was a familiar face for Jarru, that much she understood.

She said nothing to the man’s apology but that did not mean that she did not accept it. Assuring him that it was alright with a kind smile wasn’t really her thing. Her silence was her positive acknowledgement.

Alm nodded in acceptance as Jarru passed her the datapad. She scrolled through the information, nodding at his words as they became a bit jumbled with his accent and the words on the screen. Hopefully some day Basic would become second nature to her and she wouldn’t have to strain so much to understand things. In the end, she chose to listen to the man as she produced her own datapad, plugging it into his to sync the information onto her own device. She’d go over it in private before handing it to the appropriate division.

“Good to hear.” She nodded, obviously pleased with the outcome. He seemed more than willing to work with them which she hoped would work in their favor. Resistance was not tolerated within the Empire and perhaps she was naiive enough to think that the Sith would treat the people of Oorn Tchis well and not suck them dry of their resources.

Handing back the datapad to Jarru, Alm cocked a brow and turned her head towards Scipio. “Gun? No. On Manas, use no guns.” She seemed vaguely amused at this.

“Let us hunt, then.” She liked the idea of getting back to her roots, even if it was with the great equalizer. Knowing the lay of the land would give her better insight into their production in the case that the natives tried to swindle them by reporting false numbers.

She hoped that wouldn’t be the case. She liked Jarru.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Objective One​

[member="Ao Xian"]​

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He moved. He knew roughly where he was going and that was all he needed. He needed to get into the server room and start downloading the files, getting any intel that they need from it. There would, undenibly be information on the main servers that they could use. He was hoping for ship designs, bigger corridors. He would take weapons or armour, free designs would be amazing and they would benefit The Sith Empire and in turn they'd benift the Emperor. If the soldiers were less busy dying then they could fight more, fight longer and fight to secure planets for The Sith Empire influence, The Sith Empire bubble.

The trio ducked into a door. His two followers kept their guns trained on the door while he pulled the keyboard from the server. He swung the screen slowly towards him, beginning to type. He knew what he needed to do, break the password and get the data. He inserted the datacard into the server as he continued typing, focusing on the screen while fumbling for the drive slowly. He punched through the password with ease, opening the documents file. He dragged everything from the server and began dragging it over onto the drive, making sure that everything would be secured, everything that they could get was gotten.

A blaster shot.

Three minutes. That's all they needed to hold out. Jyn ignited the lightsaber from his belt, carelessly blocking the shots flying towards his face. He didn't know what he was doing, he assumed the force was keeping him alive because he was sure that it wasn't him keeping himself alive. The pirates were dropping, it was difficult but they were dropping quickly enough. They were going down, falling.

It was done.

He grabbed the disk.

They had to go. It was time to get back home.

 

[Ao Xian]

Objective 1
[member="Kazmai"] [member="Jyn Cvetkovic"] [member="Darth Roth"]

By the time the call from the Verpine came buzzing through Kazmai's comm, it was over.

Even in the darkness, one could see the wetness on the walls and floor. A drip drip from Kaz's hammer. The growling breath of the Xykan. But nothing else. No moans, no cries of pain. All was silent.

The silence was music to Ao's ears.

In the enclosed space, their screams had been pain. They had ripped through her ears, filling her brain and driving her on to silence their noise with her teeth.

~We have it. Proceeding to rendezvous.~

Ao shook out her shaggy head, noticed a particular splotch of blood on her scales, and started to groom it away.

From behind them, once again, Kaz's troops got the blast doors opened and moved past them, picking their way through the carnage to work on the next set that cut them off now from the hangars. It would not be but a moment.

Another voice, human and unfamiliar buzzed in then as well, confirming that the last load of Imperial property had been packed and was leaving to join back up with the fleet.

"I am cold," she said plaintively, looking up at Kazmai. "It is time to go."

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective 1
[member="Ao Xian"] [member="Jyn Cvetkovic"] [member="Darth Roth"]

He woke.

Or rather his mind woke from the carnage.

In his paw a bloody limb torn from... somewhere. He looked around, but in truth Kazmai couldn't truly tell where some of these began and where they ended. A vague shake of the head, before he dropped the human arm. His fur was sticky, bloody, he shook himself and the drops royally got everywhere. "The squishy ones always make such a mess out of things." Kaz commented while softly watching over Ao as she groomed and the room filled with his. Once more his men and him had proven that whatever a human could do... they would do better.

Over and over again.

Until the supremacy of the aliens could no longer be ignored... or so was the dream. "The Arachnid has offered to make you a scarf, oh Radiant One." Kaz offered as they left the control room behind, while the bulk doors started to shift open once more.

"Her silk weaving are quality and beautiful." An inclination of the head. "They would not displease you."

The hangars were filled with Sith as they flowed in from space. Inch by inch taking control over these asteroid fortresses, their corvette was already waiting on them. He walked up on the ramp.

He'd need a shower after this. Or a bath.

Both. Both was good.

"One more victory for the Empire." Kaz rumbled to all that were in the bay of the corvette. "The Emperor will be pleased."

 

[Nyra Mazul]

the pair was inside the bank, Nyra looking utterly radiant as anyone who could change their shape could look. Dalton opened up an account at the bank using an alias provided by Nyra and her associates. They had a cart with the various loot, both real and imagined, that they intended to store within the secret vault. Some of it was genuinely valuable but most of it wouldn't be missed. Even the valuables were, in Nyra's estimation, second rate compared to the lore and historically significant artifacts that could be found within the barons vault.

"You know you clean up okay," Nyra said smiling and walking back towards the guards. "We're going to go outside and wait for a few minutes, then you're going to come back in saying you forgot the ring on your finger, need to place it in the vault too. Hopefully Tabi would have switched the transponders out. I'm going to make a hole in that wall," she pointed to the side of the wall, "Then we can load the loot and get out."

As Nyra walked she made sure to make a show of it, swaying in a way to create subnormal stimuli by tricking the eye into seeing a differentiating hip to waist ratio. It drove human men crazy. And if they were watching her, they weren't paying attention to if Dalton had a ring, or if he was looking at all agitated.

Once outside and sure she was out of sight from the security camera's Nyra transformed into her old go to... Horseface. Suddenly a fat dockworker prowled around the parking lot. He made note of cameras and how they rotated as he walked over to the dumpster and threw some refuge into it. Of course Nyra had hidden some rather nasty things within the refuge bin.

Ducking over a berm of a nearby road she changed once more into her traditional black catsuit, that didn't have ears and wans't really a catsuit so much as a skin tight black... whatever you know what she's in a black thing.

Moving silently she passed up the walls climbing and scaling them in order to... move the cameras? Really it was that simple. She slid the camera over so that on its route it would have a blind spot. Well she would create one anyways. Moving back out she found the utility vehicle and depressed a button causing a plume of black smoke to start rising out of the refuse bin.

The smoke plumed into the sky as she drove the fire speeder in and backed it up to the spot where she needed. she was first on scene but others were doing the job of putting out the smoke. Fortunately for her labeled some of the refuge with toxic materials symbols. Standard procedure would have the response crews holding to check for chemicals and other nasty things for the next thirty minutes to an hour.

Behind the truck she moved with a bit of explosive compound drilling a small hole into the wall and igniting the blast. It was small and muffled but created enough of a hole for her to fit the Hydraulic cutter into the gap. Silently she began to destroy the wall creating a hole large enough to see inside. She transformed her face from Firefighter Number 4 to Nyra and looked in, "Lets load up the truck."

[member="Tabigarashu Madara"] | [member="Dalton Leath"]

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

Objective 2A: Death of a Baron

Kilrys stared at the Assassin. Grabbing the datapad, he scanned over the data, reading everything on there twice. He smirked underneath his helmet, while the woman said it wasn't going to be easy, it didn't seem difficult to Kilrys. Keep the target's family alive, only killing them, likely they would want it to look like an accident. Avoid issues of it causing a scene. Meant that draining the target of soup and killing them that way was out. While it doesn't leave a mark, it would be a suspicious looking death. His mind was whirling with various thoughts of how to kill the target, a fall seemed most sensible.

"Want it to be an accident or want to make a show out of it?" Kilrys also had to consider the possibility that they wanted to prove they could get anyone, anywhere. Fear was a strong motivator.

He placed the datapad back on the table after he finished reading it a final time. He was ready to hunt, he checked to see the woman stood on his side of the table was also ready. While she might not see it in the same way, to him, this was a competition. First to kill the target would be the one to get the reward. Second would get nothing, at least in his mind. No point being second best, never got you anywhere in this business.

[member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Shalla Duskwalker"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

OBJECTIVE 2A: The Death of a Baron.

The Pale's eyes trailed from one to the other, but set on Kilrys as he posed his inquiry about the manner of the Braron's demise. She leaned back in her chair, hands once more coming together on the desk in front of her. She considered the two of them for a moment before speaking.

"The family did not specify. They stressed only that they must remain within an impeachable alibi. Personally, I would recommend an auspicious accident."

She did not want to give them too many clues, and yet, her mind was racing with ideas and possibilities. She knew Akito would have made it a case of "accidental" poisoning, and Filiae would probably have tampered with a piece of technology with fatal effect. Herself? She would have visited him in his sleep and give him a sudden and tragic brain aneurysm. Such tragic incidents that struck even the strongest man.

Casually, she rose to her feet, hands folding in front of her. Her tone was serious and her presence domineering.

"In any case, the Baron must die and you will make it so."

Her statement was confident and it put a great responsibility on their shoulders. Yet, perhaps the confidence she put in them would be what carried them through, that would one day make them true Sith Assassins.

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[member="Kilrys Serccci"] [member="Shalla Duskwalker"]