Weekend Treasure Hunt Infinity: At Last We Will Have Revenge (Open to All)

[Azimuth Industries]

A distinctive thud drew the Givin's deep-set eyes away from his data pad. What he saw, laying right in front of him, gave him a mild heart attack. He reared back, arm raised to ward off an attack that never came. Hmm? Ah. Not the pink jellyfish demon, but a very pink, very injured woman who appeared to be in rather sore straits. No that wasn't quite right, not a Zeltron. Her eyes were white. Women falling from the sky? What sort of planet was this?

Ah, but no. The Givin's powers of deductions were not so slim as all that. Judging by the type of injuries and lack of weaponry, he believed she was in fact one and the same jellyfish monster. The curvature of her body corresponded exactly with that of the statute, before it had... mutated. Yes, he had most certainly eyed those curves, for science.

Of course, Ni'gel had realized, once he'd had a moment to think, that the demon wasn't really a demon at all. There weren't all that many species in the galaxy that turned from solid stone into flesh and a cursory holonet search indicated that there was an 88.5% probability of this being a Mikan. Or if she wasn't, then a Shi'ido who wanted to look like a Mikan.

And here she was, lying helpless, only a couple of meters away.

That was when the two ruffians from the freighter leapt out, tackled her, and held her down. One of them, a man, was asking her to tell him something. But what?

Ni'gel again adjusted the overly-large, gauche pin on his chest and leaned forward ever so slightly. He felt a surge of something like excitement. Yes, he could see the words, forming on her lips, on the cusp of-

BWAP BWAP

The Givin recoiled as some dastardly interloper opened fire on the ruffians. Clawed fingers retreated into his sleeve. This could get very dangerous. Oh dear.

[member="Jack Raxis"] | [member="Aeri Vyn"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

*brrrring* *brrring*

*brrring*

"This is Darkwater Security," said the operator, "what is the nature of your emergency?"

At the nearby Arceneau Trading Company station, a team of Darkwater Security personnel were already gearing up. They'd been warned that they might be receiving a call for back up, which wasn't unusual. Darkwater and the Herglic Trade Empire did significant amounts of business on Zeltros, ranging from direct executive protection to transportation of goods in bulk.

Mass bulk shipments being what they were, there happened to be several HTE Tallaan-class cargo cruisers offloading shipments to Zeltros at the moment. One on schedule, one slightly late, and the other very early. The manifests showed that the majority of the shipments contained were clothes or high-grade electronics. Nothing out of the ordinary.

[member="Aeri Vyn"]

 

[Ayden Cater]

Location: 32nd Floor, Aurodium Manwench Casino
Objective: Figure Chit Out

Ayden looked at the scans that he was being shown and tried to make heads or tails of them. He had spent his great many years doing a great many things, but Ancient Languages was not on his self-prescribed curriculum. The longer he stared at it, the more he felt like had seen the symbols somewhere else. Of course he knew well enough that he had absolutely no hope of ever translating even a single word of the ancient text, but there was one thing that Ayden knew; the longer he stared at the text, the more certain he became that whatever this artifact was, it was dangerous. It wasn't often that he listened to the Force, but it was telling every cell in his body that this artifact was a dangerous one and desperately needed to be locked away.

As Bazinga called for his servants to join him on the barge, Ayden snapped back to the present. Running up to the edge of the barge, he pointed at the object on the datapad. "Is this thing down in that vault? The one being broken into?" Though Ayden felt pretty confident that he was a master at keeping his cool and revealing nothing of his thoughts if he didn't wish to, this gave him a whole list of bad vibes. If this was down in the vault, then he had to make sure that it didn't get taken anywhere. Maybe he was wrong, maybe it was some ancient key to the ultimate salvation of the galaxy. Or maybe it was the keystone to some long-slumbering ancient horror that would ravage the galaxy. He had had quite enough of those encounters for a hundred lifetimes. If there was even a chance that this was a dangerous artifact, Ayden was going to secure it by any means necessary.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Ayden Cater"]

Bazinga the Hutt paused in the hatch of the glorious caravel. He had carried out the Hapan tree in a pot, with his own two pudgy hands. Now he passed it to the care of the majordomo and a hoversled, and they trundled the tree into the caravel. As Cater ran after him, the Hutt turned on the gangplank -- a sight to see -- and nodded once, sadly, as Cater's intent became clear.

"Mee jewz ju, pateesa," the Hutt Lord rumbled. He glanced over his shoulder at the empty hatch, then leaned toward Cater.

"And make sure those scans are analyzed properly. I couldn't make hide nor hair of the translation. It may be that the avian is worthless, or worth everything. I must pass it to another Keeper." His Basic was subtly accented but fluent. Another glance, and he vanished into the caravel. Appearances, after all. The opulent vessel rose and flitted away from the thirty-second-floor balcony of the Aurodium Manwench Casino, as if the ship's belly wasn't crammed with treasure of various kinds.

Exeunt Bazinga and entourage.


[member="Aeri Vyn"] [member="Ni'gel"] [member="Jack Raxis"]

Bleeding out, broken, burnt, and pinned beneath Raxis' armoured form, the Mikan nevertheless had control of her mind. Mind tricks worked well enough on the weak and un-alert, but the Mikan -- sentient apex predator of her homeworld, furious almost beyond words -- resisted the mental pressure. She spat pink blood in Raxis' face and cursed his parentage imaginatively.

 

[Cira]

[member="Hion the Herglic"]


"I've got two targets at the auction house." she began, giving the description of Jack and his sister. "Have one straddling a bleeding woman, and their get away freighter on the premises."

A glance up at what was left of the mess, "A class 720 Freighter... I need you to capture it and its owners." A small rotation of her wrist datapad would sent the coordinates, while her datasplit in her head, would record the details now that the smoke was clearing.

"Data transfer on visuals incoming."

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"Copy that, we have an attack transport en route. ETA 5 minutes."

A Niathal-class shuttle lifted off from an Arceneau Trade Company facility within the region. In its belly sat ten Darkwater Security marines wearing Koodan-class battle armor. These were veteran mercenaries, professionals all. Darkwater made it a sticking point to only hire beings capable of maintaining a polite, professional air, even when they were mowing down threats. Their CEO was not in the business of meaningless massacres and pointless mayhem.

Accompanying the marines were two Herglic commandos. Their forms, already massive, were hidden within the confines of the colossal MA1 power armor, a Ty'rel and Hegemonic design taking concepts from the phase 3 dark trooper and refining them with mandalorian iron. These gargantuan warriors, equipped with SCR-3 sonic cannons, were essentially moving tanks. Best not to get in their way.

[member="Aeri Vyn"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]
@Ni'gel
[member="Aeri Vyn"]
[member="Hion the Herglic"]


Location: Kessels Pride, Grand Bazaar
Objective: I got a bad feeling about this....

Jack felt the rounds impact his leg. Thankfully the armor took the most of the energy but his skin still blistered underneath the plating as the blaster bolts struck home. The leg crumpled a bit and he gritted his teeth, feeling waves of bubbling begin to occur. This was almost too much to take. Battered and bruised, Jack knew he had precious moments left before he was really karking the bantha so to speak.

Alleria was quick to react, swinging her blaster pistol up an d ramping out a whole clip of white hot laser beams the assailants way. Jack was too focused on the Mikan turned Zeltron to notice much else. It appeared more security was flocking to the area, and Alleria as screaming something about kill the monster and let's go.

"Quiet."

Jack shook his head, trying to stop the double vision from his multiple concussions. The Pride was taking more fire now, her shields almost completely gone. The beams were managing to score hits on the hull, digging deep black rifts in the armour plating. Engine down wash blasted out most of what was left of his hearing.

Delicately he unpinned the woman and cast a glance around.

Then he locked eyes again.

"I need to know what you know. What's your name? What is your secret? I can get you out of here, and heal you. Heck I was only trying to get you out of here in the first place! You have my word, but if these people get a hold of ya'"

Jack paused, thinking of all the things she could possibly be subjected to.

"Well it might not end well!"

He was shouting, not the most tactful of approaches but hey what was a deaf guy to do. They needed out and out fast. This was the last time he was going to ask her, because deep down inside, he had a bad feeling about this.

"I got a bad feeling about this Jack!" Alleria roared.

"Kark it I know!"

 

[Ayden Cater]

Location: 32nd Floor, Aurodium Manwench Casino
Objective: Do Some Really Dumb Chit

Ayden watched the barge pull away and started swearing in several languages. "Alright, covert operations are over. We're doing this hot." He ran over to one of the consoles that he was sure was utilized to monitor the going-ons of the casino. Pulling the first data canister out, he plugged it in. "Roland, crack their network open and give me full security access and operational clearance." He jammed the lifted Weequay's card into a slot so his AI could begin to overwrite it with his new credentials. Tapping the com unit in his ear, Ayden turned and began to quickly survey the room. "Dizz, change of plans. Dump whatever data you have so far and stand-by. I'm retasking you to break into the Zeltron security mainframe for this block. I need it all; building plans for this casino and all the surrounding buildings, any alarms that may have been triggered outside of the casino, power or data lines that were shutdown in the last hour; anything that looks even remotely relevant."

Roland began the brute-force process of breaking into the casino's security network. At this point, Ayden didn't care if anyone caught wind of his work. Bazinga knew what was at stake, and would understand why Ayden was resorting to these 'illegal' antics. Connecting the data pad to the station, Ayden quickly worked to establish a secure connection to his ship before transmitting the scan data to it. Once it was transmitted, Ayden pulled the datapad out and destroyed it with several quick slices of his lightsaber. "Dizz, send a priority one transmission to [member="Jorus Merrill"], encryption level Zerek-Zero-Zero-One with this scan data. Send a second trasmission to [member="Ashin Varanin"], encryption level Zerek-Five-Zero-Nine with the same data." Ayden knew a great number of people, but there were only two whom he could think of off the top of his head who might have the technical expertise to begin translating the text, and perhaps understand the magnitude of the danger if Ayden's feelings were correct.

With an alert, Roland ejected the key for Ayden to take and store in his jacket. How he wished he had kept his duster now. But he didn't have time to fret about those sorts of details. A glance at the security feed told him that the bandits were still at it in the vault. He had to get down there to the basement, and fast. If he was lucky, they'd miss whichever lockbox had the statuette in it. If not... "Roland, get me a schematic layout of this place," Ayden ordered while swiping a headset from the table. Fastening it to the side of his head, he activated it to bring up a holographic HUD over one eye. It was times like this that Ayden almost regretted certain actions on his part. Another Jedi probably could have simply relied on the Force to guide them to where they needed to be, but Ayden could not hear such calls through the turmoil that filled the area. He couldn't waste the time to quite them in order to listen to such guidance, he had to go now. And if that meant he had to rely on cruder methods of navigation and tracking, then so be it.

"As soon as I'm out, transmit yourself back to the Starfall. Coordinate with Dizz; keep her trail clean and provide operational support." He doubled checked himself to make sure that everything was secure or very safely tucked away.

"Wait boss, what do you mean out?" Dizz asked in his ear with more than a touch of concern.

"Don't worry, Dizz." Ayden tried to say without feeling nervous while moving across the room. "I'm not doing anything I haven't done before." Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could practically hear a certain red-head calling him an idiot.

"That's not nearly as reassuring as you might think..."

With a grin, Ayden ran across the room and threw himself out the window.

 

[Jsc]

Paradise
w [member="Razelle Breuner"] , [member="Harmon Taldan"] p2

A hot room. A private room. With warm jungle decor and soft melted seats. Mmm. Just the way she liked it.

Karen thrust the other woman up against the plush wall and began to kiss her neck with fire. Again, and again, and again. Higher. Lower. Red painted skin touching pink blushing cheeks. Blue hair on another woman's shoulders. Purple hair mixing. Red sighs falling. Their hands sliding fiercely across the page.

"I want you human."

"Kiss me."

Another touch. Another passionate embrace. Then Roberts thrust the Zeltron woman across the room. Tossing her down upon the couch and listening to her moan with new pleasure. Strutting over and climbing up on top of her herself. Both women smiling. Both women thirsting. Pink arms pinned back against the seat.Their backs arching and muses moaning. Legs tempting. Hips touching. Hot bodies snaking, slithering, sucking. Intertwining like the yellow ferns and green leaves of the plants just beyond the bed. Karen thrust herself against the other woman's weight fiercely before coming up again for air. Gasping for it. Reaching for it. Her heart beat throbbing. Her bikini blushing.

Never losing focus for a minute.

"You have something I want Carafel. Something I'm desperate for."

"You can have it human. All of it. Right now."

The other woman struggled to break free of Karen's grasp. Failing eagerly and let herself sigh with deeper pleasure. Such a strong human. So brave and so fierce.

"Oh. But what I want? I doubt you can give. Above the bar. Lined with bronze. Tempting everyone who sees it."

"You ask too much human. You should let me give you something better. Something warm and something soft. Something you'll enjoy forever."

The Zeltron's legs wrapped around Karen like a blanket. Hugging her hot. Hugging her tight. Lips aching, tongue licking. The sensual woman on her back purring and shifting for more. Karen struggled against her hot warm weight. Holding her mind and her body just above the boiling sands below. Feeling every push, every thrust, every gentle stroking of the other woman's rose colored skin. Holding the woman down. Holding the passion contained. Strongly. Fiercely. As her soft painted hips moved on their own. She lowered her chin just enough so the other woman could taste it. Feel the words falling upon her face like soft morning feathers,

"Tell me how to get it. ...Tell me where it is."

"It is beyond you temptress. I, however... Am not. Come to me. Be mine."

Backs arched, bosoms touched, and their cat-like womanly eyes held a sharp gaze like soft new predators in spring. Softly. Softly. Soft fingers so sharp and deadly. Jagged minds like the darkest sword. Their buckled gaze holding a meaning far beyond their coupled forms.

"Show me."

"No."

Hips rubbing. Legs tasting. Clothing shaking and red hearts racing. Softly. Strongly. They moved against each other so very very slow. Like slipping a gentle knife between your lover's ribs.

~ "Show me." ~

"I..."

The voice was in her mind.

The air began to stir and the Carafel's eyes went wide with terror. Something was touching her. Something was invading her thoughts. No pleasant smell or new pheromone did she imbue now. This was different. This was something else. Something was crawling inside her mind.

~ "Show me." ~

"It's... I... I... Please. Wait."

Their soft cushioned bodies stopped moving. Hips now stirred silent against the storm. The fire in the room had gone out. Cold. So cold. Karen braced the woman's arms within an iron kingly grip. Peering deeper and deeper into the alien females eyes. Becoming a splinter in her mind. Locking their vision together with an unseen shimmering steel. Holding her whole form suspended and static within the Force. And then she pushed. And pushed. And pushed some more.

Then she saw it. Like frozen crystal in the other woman's mind. The key.

The Carafel's body went limp against the soft plushy couch. Her breath and heart gave way. So tired. So spent. She breathed out a longing sigh of submission. Giving in, and letting go. Surrendering herself completely to the the blue-haired vixen above. It was useless to resist.

"...Mirabelle. Mirabelle has the access key. Take it and the statue's yours."

Karen leaned back as the other woman looked away. Smiling to herself for having come this far alone

"Thank you my lovely scented flower. Now sleep. Sleep. And dream deeply my love. ...Goodnight."

Roberts leaned down and blew a kiss against the tired woman's lips. Sending her deeply, gently, and magically; to sleep.

...

___

 

[Ashin Varanin]

JURGORAN PRISON
DROMUND KAAS
SEKRIT

[member="Ayden Cater"]

"Admiral?"

Ashin blinked and shut off the plasma torch. That let her drop the Force protection and focus only on tutaminis, to mitigate the frenetic heat of the ancient beskar chamber. She looked down at her belly, where the torch had punched a neat hole in her shirt and left the skin unharmed. "Feth, I've gotten sloppy. What can I do for you, Seren?"

Seren Ordavo, an old ally and enemy, currently a Ke'dem confederate, shouldered into the chamber and offered her a datapad. She met his eyes with a question and took the pad.

"Ayden Cater..." The datapad showed a set of scans in decent resolution: a round statuette, nothing she recognized. The text, however, was another matter. She held it up to Seren. "You've got a background in antiquity. What's this text look like to you?"

"My background's in Nadd, Inquisitor, and Taung, Admiral. This...maybe stylized High Sith?"

"More or less. This is Massassi, but it's an obscure dialect." She frowned. "Just the data, no message, high encryption. Is this an FYI or is this genuinely urgent?"

Seren shrugged eloquently.

"Well, feth. Either way, I'll reply as soon as I can wrap my head around this. Closest translation I can manage off the top would be something like...'Wonoksh ajak' - no, 'Wonoksh sith'saarai Massassi. Wonoksh taral'ari Massassi...'" Eyes wide, she looked up at Seren. "Holy feth."

TO: Ayden Cater
ENCRYPTION: Same

Wonoksh (sith'saarai/sith'ajak) Massassi. Wonoksh taral'ari Massassi.

The dialect's very obscure, so my translation's grammar might be a little iffy, but it's the best I could do. Make of it what you will.

Varanin

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

[member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Dak Canton"]

Dak shouted that he got it, which was a good thing. He didn't turn away from the drill to see his thumbs up gesture, though, because that would have been a waste of time. The drill had been properly tuned. Now all of that energy output was going into a very powerful, very precise, very thing beam. Octavian supposed he could break into every box individually. Or, he could just go down all of the lockboxes in a straight line and then pry them off with a crowbar to save time. Yeah, that was the way to do it here. Octavian snapped his goggles back on and began the operation, briskly and decisively guiding the mining laser up and down the lockboxes. Loosening them up for more aggressive penetration in the near future.

Foreplay.

Again, Octavian was not a subtle man.

"Not getting paid enough for this kind of precison work..." He grumbled. "No, sir... Should have been a dentist."

There still wasn't a lot of time on the clock, let's hope the spacerock was in the boxes on this side. Octavian shut down the drill, scrambled for his duffle bag, and whipped out his most trusted and favorite crowbar- Darlene. Okay, the crowbar wasn't actually named. But if it got him out of this situation in time, he'd consider it. The laser had cut through the boxes like a hot knife through butter, allowing just enough leverage for him to pry them all off manually. Octavian had the wonderful advantage of being part of the Tionese Whiteguard, which cybernetically enhanced most of his soldiers. With trusty crowbar in hand, brave Sir Octavian did begin to meticulously smite each and every vile lockbox, forcing them open with little effort.

The first lockbox snapped open, revealing some jewlery. Tempting as it was to pocket it, the job came first. Octavian was nothing, if not professional. "If the door's locked, you better get over here and help me."

 

[Harmon Taldan]

Location: Paradise Cantina
Allies/Enemies: [member="karen roberts"], [member="razelle breuner"]

"An IOU...Taldan, you are making this very...hard." She punned with a wicked smile. Behind the smile, though, there was steel. Dey-zee was not a woman that people crossed lightly, or often.

"Not just an IOU, a fairly open IOU. You call in this favor and I drop what I'm doing and assist you with whatever it is you need. Depending on the information, if it proves truly valuable, then the favor itself is open, even to things against my own morals." Harmon was practically gambling with his soul here, and Dey knew it. She had told him about the statues, and now he was working to get information about what they were and where they would lead, but most importantly, how to obtain this one, the one above the bar.

"You play a dangerous game, Major Harmon Lawrence Taldan. Both with this statue, and with your promise." Her tone took a very dangerous turn, and the steel in her eyes was unveiled from behind the veneer of lustful play and banter that had been their conversation thus far. This was the side of her that few had seen, and those eyes had never been turned on Harm in that way. "Your rank. Your name. Your identity is not in these things, not for you, orphan of Dirigent. Your identity is in your code, that which you have held yourself to for your entire life. If you make this deal, you will get your information. You will get my aid in obtaining this statue for your Alliance. You will then owe me, and when I call, you will come, no questions, no hesitation." Harm got a bad feeling, a dangerous aura surrounded Dey now, not dark like the Sith he had fought, but not far from it.

Harm opened his mouth, about to agree, when Laranth Tarak's limned form appeared, shaking her head. "Do not do it, Harm. This woman..." Whatever warning the Gray Paladin ghost was going to give him was cut off as Dey-zee raised a hand and made a pushing movement. Laranth Tarak faded from view with wide eyes, as Dey-zee's never left Harm's own. "What say you?"

"I accept your terms." He didn't hesitate with the words, but his mind was still taking in the developments of the last few seconds. He'd assumed that Laranth was visible only to those she chose to be visible to. Also, Dey-zee, while dangerous, wasn't know to be a force user. The world around Harm just got a lot more dangerous and convoluted.

Dey-zee stood from the bench and pulled Harm up with her, the flirty facade back up as she slipped her arm into his.

"Take me to the bar, soldier boy. Let us talk to the bartender about getting you that statue." They walked up to the bar and approached a particular bartender as Dey did the talking.

[member="jorus merrill"]

 

[Azimuth Industries]

Darkwater. That was what the woman had shouted, was it not? Well, Ni'gel knew of only one Darkwater and they serviced the very same authority to which he answered. Hegemonic Automaton and Darkwater Security had excellent, long standing relations. What's more, Darkwater Security did not provide its services to anyone outside of the Techno Union or Trade Federation. The odds that this woman was, in fact, an ally seemed to be quite high indeed.

So, the Givin did what any capable agent of Hegemonic Automaton would do. He let the ion hold-out pistol hidden in his sleeve slip down into his clawed fingers. Ni'gel pointed it directly at the ruffian in the armor's back and squeezed the trigger twice before adjusting his aim and doing the same to the man's companion.

At nearly point-blank range Ni'gel calculated that the surprise attack had a 94.3% chance of success, dependent on a number of variables, of course. The hold-out pistol would fry any electrical circuits in the armor, rendering items such as HUD displays, commlinks and other accoutrements useless. Furthermore, while intended primarily for use against droids, it had a high probability of temporarily paralyzing organic nervous systems, thus acting as a stun gun.

If the gambit played in his favor, then they would obviously be detained by local law enforcement. All Ni'gel needed was to acquire that Mikan, but he couldn't do it alone. Might as well give up now if that was to be the case. He needed assistance from that Zeltrosian interloper.

[member="Aeri Vyn"] | [member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Dak stood up, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, and moved over to assist his intrepid colleague. Taking out his trusty hand axe, he too began to smash off the faces of the lock boxes, and search their innards. Soon, Dak had taken up a quick rhythm. Hack, rip, search. Hack, rip, search. Over and over again. There were dozens of these things after all.

The wealth on display, burnt or otherwise, was rather fantastical, but Dak figured he had enough money tied up in advertisement deals right now. No need to complicate anything with stolen goods. Besides, who knew what tracer chemicals or transponders, or poisons Bazinga's clientele or Bazinga himself kept in here? Nope. Better to just get the magic blue sphere they were supposed to find.

Now that the laser drill was off Dak could hear frantic pounding on the vault door along with muffled yelling.

Something something "Open up!" something something "This is Manwench Security!"

"Man," he muttered, hack, "You don't hear that everyday."

Pull.

"Hey." He squinted inside, eyes widening at the sight of a blue orb with a bunch of strange symbols carved into it. "I think I've got something."

Gingerly, Dak reached through the front of the lockbox, which was still pretty damn hot, and picked the orb up with a gloved hand. Ash flaked away, revealing an inner, glowing light. Canton blinked. "Ok, this is it."

The trooper plopped the sphere into the duffel bag in exchange for two explosive charges. He tossed one to [member="Octavian Vire"]. "Let's blow this crackhouse and get the hell out of here."

[member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Mira Rekali"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

OOC/ Clarifying note, because I screwed up which statue was where. The casino has the blue stone orb with stylized Massassi runes. Scans of the orb were what the Hutt gave to Ayden and what Ashin translated. The bronzium avian is in the cantina.

IC/

Current Locations

CASINO
[member="Mira Rekali"] - outside locked vault
[member="Coren Starchaser"] - in casino
[member="Ayden Cater"] - skydiving
[member="Octavian Vire"] and [member="Dak Canton"] - in locked vault with orb
[member="Saran Drast"] - en route

Chaos ensued and questions arose. Would Mira be able to breach the jammed blast door in time? Would Drast spot Cater falling as she got out of the cab? Would Vire and Canton get away scot fething free?


GRAND BAZAAR
[member="Ni'gel"] - shooting
[member="Jack Raxis"] - being shot
[member="Aeri Vyn"] - Summon Bigger Fish

"My name is Yourself," the Mikan whispered. "My friends call me Kark."

She passed out.


PARADISE
[member="Harmon Taldan"] - got a guide
[member="Karen Roberts"] - got a key
[member="Razelle Breuner"] - is there

As fate would have it, Harmon and Karen had both done what was necessary to get access to the bronzium avian -- and arrived at the bartop bird at the exact same time.

 

[Long Gone]

https://youtu.be/rDFiw1HYuwU​

It would take a simple swipe once she found the card and a resounding ding from the door as it opened to reveal a rather crowded and smoke filled antechamber to the vault. Mira frowned with disappointment as she looked at the Manwench Security guards and then the door they were banging on. Security measures within the casino must have locked it down which meant burning down the door was the only way inside. Mira called to her lightsabers, hands extending outwards as each hilt landed perfectly within her grasp. She ignited the blades in a fury of blue and violet plasma. The sound of the too familiar snap-hiss of sabers caught the attention of the guards – regardless of the chaotic sounds that reverberated around them. The guards took a few moments to look at each other before the first one managed to fumble with a blaster and take aim upon her.

Perhaps it was the chaos, perhaps it was fear – Mira couldn’t tell because all hell broke loose within the room leading to the vault.

None of that mattered anyways, what mattered was dealing with the security in the most non-lethal way as possible.

The first guard would raise his blaster to fire, and Mira moved, dodging to the left – kicking off the wall. She’d come around to spin kick the 2nd guard who for some reason still remained dumbfounded at the presence of a Jedi. The 2nd guard would go own like a sack of bricks, hitting the duracrete floor with a loud thud while the first continued to trail Mira with random blaster shots. His attempts to hit the Jedi were in vain, as black blaster marks began to stain the wall where was a moment earlier. Mira would land a few meters before him – crouched and as the shots came closer, she angled her sabers appropriately to deflect the shots to the left or right of him. She would rise, casually swinging the sabers to send each shot in a different direction. She took casual steps towards the guard who continued to fire upon her. Mira groaned in annoyance and took off in a sprint, deflecting the final two shots from the blaster and as soon as the guard realized he was out, but before he could do anything - she was already upon him and it was too late.

Mira halted abruptly and brought up her right boot to his chest, bracing her weight with her left leg. The kick was hard enough to not only knock the wind from his sails but send him into the hard wall behind him as well as send him into dreamland. “So much for that….” Mira muttered as the guard slumped against the wall and slid to the floor, clearly unconscious. Without further antics or trouble it seemed, she turned and faced the last obstacle standing in her way - the vault door. Both sabers would come down and slam into the center of the thick durasteel before her. Sparks would fly and metal would melt as the sabers would penetrate the metal layering of the door and eventually the components within. She would focus her concentration on the energy from her sabers and the energy it was producing outwardly. It would appear first as a small wound against the durasteel from both an interior and exterior point of view but over time would grow larger and more obvious that someone was breaking through. The Force flowed around the her as she twisted and turned the hilts. The molecules swirled rapidly – durasteel flaking off as they became superheated chunks of ash and molted metal.

https://youtu.be/8EKlbeqo0Cg​

She admitted to herself that the chaos prove to be a distraction but the Pontite crystal helped her focus, helped her keep calm. It kept her centered on her objective and what she was trying to do. Break down the damned door.

[member="Dak Canton"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Ayden Cater"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Octavian Vire"] (I sorry, I forgot 'bout you!)

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Note: Cleaned up the post, was a bit unclear. Got a bit saber happy.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]
@Ni'gel
[member="Aeri Vyn"]
[member="Hion the Herglic"]


Location: Kessels Pride, Grand Bazaar
Objective: Run to the Hills! run for your life!

That was about all he could take. As the Mikan went down and the ringing in his ears continued Jack felt the Ion gun hit him. Luckily his helmet was still inside the ship, so HUD damage wasn't an issue here. What was an issue was the hot piercing fire he felt spread through the armorweave under-suit and the electrical pops that added heat underneath the plates to his skin. Now he wasn't paralysed, but his heart skipped a beat.

Alleria was quick to respond, snapping her blaster pistol to her holster. The rifle came up and she growled, voice sinister through her vocabulator. She was Irate about the state of things. Jack couldn't blame her. Behind them her brother was flying the ship with one arm, the other hanging limply by his side.

"ARRGGHH"

Jack used what little strength was in his limbs to hoist the space witch up, and hurl her limp body onto the ramp. He stumbled at the movement, the pain of blaster burn and his multiple injuries flaring up in waves. He was just about out of stoic endurance. He felt her then, Alleria after disgorging two grenades the weird man's way, her hands slipped under his armpits and another mighty roar.

"Kark you're heavy Vod!"

"Sorry," Jack coughed, a bit of blood dribbling down his chin.

The explosions were still there, blaster beams criss-crossing in a chaos of intense matrices.

Jack flopped onto the ramp, and Alleria shoved him and the witch across the deck, moving to join Ferlin at the controls. She slammed the hatch button and the ramp began to hiss shuts once more. The engines fired under her and Ferlins capable hands. Jack groaned and the last thing he felt before he went unconscious was the rough turbulence and bone jarring noise of the drives spinning overtime as they rocketed towards Daks location.

They were bailing....

 

[Jsc]

Paradise
w [member="Harmon Taldan"] & [member="Razelle Breuner"] p3

As fate would have it, Harmon and Karen had both done what was necessary to get access to the bronzium avian -- and arrived at the bartop bird at the exact same time.

...

Harmon and Dey arrived at the bar just in time to notice a floozy waitress (Karen Roberts) talking to the bartender. Razelle was no doubt nearby and able to overhear their conversation. The blue-haired waitress turned to Dey smile, as if to stop her advance completely.

"Hello loves. Oh please. Don't mind us. Clark here was just getting me the statue for Lady Mirabelle. Apparently, it already has a new buyer. Hehe. Fancy that? ...Anyway, can we get you two doves something to drink? Priscado maybe?"

She giggled like a school girl and remained incognito. Roberts had to stay in character. Red skin, green bikini, blue sapphire hair. Yep. Got to keep it on the low down son. Had to make it look like she was dumb as a rock.

 

[Cira]

[member="Jack Raxis"]

It was about that time that Darkwater associates came rushing in.

"Get me that witch!" she would shout, pointing towards the man who was lugging the body into his craft. Darkwater agents acted fast. Two Herglics moved with surprising speed, rushing to try and jump to grab towards the freighter. One managed to latch onto the side, bearing some weight that would be sure to startle the pilot.

"Cover me!" she ordered, another Herglic bringing up his weapon to shoot at Alleria.

That wasn't all, Aeri ran. Straight to the freighter as well. She hadn't been trained by the Valkyries for nothing. A steely look set upon her face and she was a vision in pink. With a grunt, she shot herself up, reaching out just as her hand would clasp around the leg of the Mikan.

She clutched tightly then let her entire weight drop down, intending for the woman to come sliding out by the sheer use of her own weight.

 

[Harmon Taldan]

Location: Paradise Cantina

Allies/Enemies: [member="karen roberts"], [member="razelle breuner"], [member="jorus merrill"]

As fate would have it, Harmon and Karen had both done what was necessary to get access to the bronzium avian -- and arrived at the bartop bird at the exact same time.

"Hello loves. Oh please. Don't mind us. Clark here was just getting me the statue for Lady Mirabelle. Apparently, it already has a new buyer. Hehe. Fancy that? ...Anyway, can we get you two doves something to drink? Priscado maybe?"

Dey's eyes narrowed and she looked between Harmon and Karen. "Dat cannot happen...lovely. This young man is the new buyer." She turned to the bartender, do not touch the statue, young man.

Harmon, keeping a wary eye on 'Clark' and Karen, walked behind the bar and towards the statue. His left hand stayed hidden inside his cloak, resting on the handle of his blaster pistol, just in case.

"I apologize, miss. My employer has purchased this statue..." He glanced at Dey for a second, then back to Karen. "...and the price has been high enough." He reached up to the statue with his right hand, adrenaline pumping into his veins, as he expected a shot in the back at any moment, but the jal shey workings in the armor he wore beneath the cloak worked well to calm him enough to remain alert.