When the Galaxy Ends [ omega pyre / syndicate / Ayden ] COMPLETE

[Cira]

::Fondor
::Omega Pyre Tower
:rex Executive Office

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:: When the Galaxy Ends ::​

NINTY THREE STORIES UP AND ALL I CAN SEE OUT THE WINDOWS is the thick haze of grey smog. It was mainly due to the dark plumes of the industrial factories that carved the landscape and forged the shipyards Fonder was known for, but still, it irked the woman.
What does it take to get a little bit of clear sunshine? It was with this bit of musing that the Prex of Omega Pyre, a titan maned exotic woman with golden eyes, cast her gaze outside the wide floor to ceiling windows that took over nearly three quarters of her office space.

Arms slowly crossed over her generous bosom, the dark leather like feel of the spidersilk armour stark against the tanned skin of her hands. Things were progressing well, and with time, the Private Military contractor company she headed would expand from the Colonies to the Core-worlds. It was just a matter of time.

And aggressive negotiations, she mused to herself with a heavy smirk. A brow perked at the thought, one heavy high heeled boot crossing over the other as she leaned against the enormous body wood desk.

There were whispers a plenty. The cogs were working in their favor, and in the wake of the virus and the 400 years of darkness, there were warlords a plenty looking to take over those less fortunate. Her company had flourished under these conditions by offering protection and training to those who desired for a competitive fee…

Now they were holding firm the Bacta trade from Thyferra and expanding their own fleet on Fondor. What else would come next, well…

She cast a glance at the blinking light of her office comm on top of her next.

I’ll find out shortly…

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Fondor
Prex Executive Office

While Ayden wasn't here yet, Sarge had made his arrival early to check out the President, err, Prex, of the corporation Ayden was about to do some business with. His armor's nanocoating had allowed him to slip into the office when one of the employees had come to give her updates or something - he'd not been paying attention.

This woman had a way of distracting him. Ya know, tight leather and wide hips will distract any man with an interest in the opposite gender.

Still, her attention was out the window. And yet... there was that stupid voice in his ear. Armor power low. Cursing mentally, he stops funneling power to the suit's nanofiber coating and appears standing in the middle of the room. "**** me, right?", he asks to the woman. The sad part? This guy's a professional.

But, he wasn't really trying to stay hidden, and he wasn't exactly armed other than his energy bow; however, when someone in armor like his just showed up in the middle of your office... this wouldn't end well. The strangest part of the new arrival? He was a blank in the Force. It was as though he simply wasn't there, despite being in front of her eyes.

There was a reason for that, but it was a reason Sarge had never been able to figure out.

 

[Aiden Mercer]

Aiden found himself doing a whole lot of nothing today, to say the least anyways. In reality, he was trying to keep busy doing 'security' work in and around the Prex Executive Office here in the Omega Pyre tower. The thing was, he was no security personnel, he was a hunter -- plain and simple. Something was up though, inside the office, his sensors were pinging that something was up. Yes, there was supposed to be some sort of....thing...going on today, he wasn't exactly in the loop for these sort of things, but the thing was, he hadn't seen anyone come in, making him all the more suspicious as two why he was suddenly getting a reading on two life forms.

Aiden Pulled his pistol, an antique SE-14r in which he had paid an arm and a leg for to both acquire and get back into new condition. He made his way into the office, taking notice that his electronics had indeed been right, there was a second person in the room. His employer, the woman running the show here at Omega Pyre, was at the window, looking out into the grey smog of Fondor. "Ma'am, I picked up a second life form in here with my sensors, is everything alright, or shall I shoot this one?" Asked Aiden to Cira, firmly training his blaster pistol on the back of the armored man. All it would take was a single squeeze of the trigger and he could wound the man, given there was no reason for killing, not right away anyways. Of course, he wouldn't make a move unless he was ordered to or this man tried something first.

 

[Erich Lor]

Erich walked down the halls of the Omega Pyre Executive office. He had no weapons in hand, nor did he have his recurve gauntlet on his left arm, the only weapon that he had present on him was his WESTAR-34 blaster pistol. On top of being almost entirely unarmed Erich wore no armor, instead his usual heavy flak jacket and armor plates had been replaced with a suit, smartly pressed and tailored to fit him.

Why was the Garhoon dressed in such a manner? Well that was simple, he was apparently running security this week. Or well running was the wrong phrasing, he was part of the security team this week. Apparently Omega was getting into some more...unsavory thing what with the bacta business flourishing. So, because he was supposedly one of the best Erich had been tapped to be part of the security team within this building, if only for a short while.

Truthfully Erich didn't mind it, it was a lot simpler to walk around a building every once in a while then to run around in a jungle and slaughter natives. It was also quite a bit simpler for him to feed here on Fondor, though he didn't really mention that to anyone.

The Garhoon pushed open the door to the roof top. The massive spiraling building stood over much of Fondor so being on the roof was quite an experience. Erich scanned the roof with open eyes, looking for any signs of intrusion. Truthfully on such a large building it would be easier to go through the bottom or one of the landing platforms, thats how he would have done it, but the roof still presented quite the security problem.

“Nothing up here.” Erich said as he walked along the roof and noticed nothing out of the ordinary. The Garhoon frowned, something in his gut told him there was something wrong, though he couldn't quite place it. The man shrugged, and then went back inside,

 

[Cira]

Cira was not amused.

Not many manage to get the drop on her; especially have that ability to sneak into her office without her knowing.

It would certainly not happen again.

Her reaction was instant; her right hand snapping up, fingers curled out as if in a claw. The Force rose in a torrent of power as her eyes flickered with the light of the twin Tatooine suns. Like an intangible claw, the Force went curling round the man’s throat in a Force grip. Read by the Force or not, she still had the ability to manipulate the very air and molecules around the sentient, every intention of lifting the man off his feet into the air as she growled out.

“Who are you?” she demanded in a husky accented voice, already striding towards him as she kept manipulating the Force around him, lifting him higher.

It was then that one of her own walked in, her cold hard gaze whipping towards him and in short order, she barked out,

" There’s been a breech,” Cira’s gaze then snapped back at the intruder, her nostrils flaring at the fact that this man was able to come into Omega Pyre tower, up the dozens of stories without being caught… and into the office of it’s Prex.

“Find out if there are more.” She ordered curtly. Tiny arcs of lightning could be seen crackling lightly under her gloved hand.

Oh, she was not happy.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Already, his armor's power level rose as ambient light was absorbed through the outer layer. It was a fairly quick process to recharge, with the downside being the battery wouldn't last long - even at full charge. Quick to recharge, quick to be used. Still, once he had enough juice the nanofiber coating shifted, crystallizing into a more force (note: no capital F) resistant layering.

While there was still considerable pressure on his throat, it gave him a bit less distraction than if he'd just not done anything; he'd take talking with some inflection over pained gibberish any day of the week. "Me? Oh, nobody." Not a lie. Complete and total truth. He didn't exist so far as most people knew.

There was a laugh at her informing the pistol wielding 'tard that there was a security breach. "Breach? Really? Whatever gave you that idea. I figure it was likely your security waltzing in with a gun trying to act like he wasn't a failure; but that's just me." Red visor shifting to look down at her, she could only imagine the cheeky smirk he likely had on his face.

Calming himself down a bit, he turns serious momentarily. "I'm the only one here... well, the only one here who probably shouldn't have been here. I'll leave it at that."

There's a pause before he makes a noise not unlike a man having an epiphany. "Hey, if you aren't doing anything Benduday mind if I breach you? Got a thing for redheads with nice hips; I'm sure you understand." He had to know what that remark was going to bring about in reprisal... he was either stupid or just didn't care if he did stupid things.

 

[Ayden Cater]

"My friend," A voice came from the ether moments before a soft crackling gave birth to a silhouette of blue-white energy that streamed down to the ground and disappeared entirely, revealing the form of a man who looked in his thirties. His features were well-defined, with a trimmed beard accentuating the air of authority he carried with himself. "If you ever want to walk or talk again, perhaps I should do the talking."

Despite having just appeared out of nowhere, having snuck in alongside his associate, this man displayed remarkably little emotion. He did not appear shaken at the display of force exerted, not did he appear ill at ease for it. While his cohort wore total body armor, he wore something more down-to-earth; Simple black pants with Second-Class Bloodstripes, a plain black shirt tucked into it with a vornskyr leather jacket over his frame.

"I understand your agitation. It is never exactly a welcome surprise to have a couple of people show up quite like this, however I promise that our presence will not cause you any problems. In fact, I believe we may be exactly what you're looking for." He spoke very calmly and warmly, almost unaware of his associate's act of hanging in the air. Only the occasional glance at him spoke of the man's acknowledging of it, before he turned his attention to the woman. Ever ounce of her icy stare was returned with an unwavering stare of his own.

As he finished speaking, there was one last surprise in store for her. Whereas the armored man was a void from the Force, this man simply had no presence at all. That is, until he seemed to relax his left hand and his Force signature bloomed to life there in her office. "So perhaps you could put my guard down and we can discuss business?"

 

[Aiden Mercer]

Aiden was about to comply with Cira's orders, but prevented himself from doing such with the arrival of a second individual in the room. "Ma'am, I don't doubt your abilities and all, but if this is going to turn into a good old fashioned brawl, I can't say I'd leave a lady like you in a two-against-one fight, that's just bad manners." Said Aiden, now disregarding the order to find out if there were more of them, given there clearly were indeed more.

Aiden was quite tempted to pull his other blaster on the newcomer, although this man seemed too calm to be stirring up trouble. He wrestled the thought in his mind for a few moments. "Oh the hell with it." He muttered under his breath. He drew his other blaster pistol, his worse tendencies starting to get a hold of him. He pointed his second blaster pistol at Ayden and kept the first trained on the back of the first, the one who had up and appeared right smack dab in the middle of Cira's office.

Given his hands were tied up, he was going to activate his commlink through the secondary option, a small bite plate inside his face mask that would activate the device that was built into his mask. He bit down, activating the commlink. "This is Mercer to all Security details, we have a situation in the Prex Exec Office. Require all available assistance, over." He said, calling for backup from the likes of Erich or anyone else working the likes of security-esque details today. Even with the likes of Cira and himself -- given she was a force-sensitive, and he....well he wasn't exactly all that 'human' anymore -- it wasn't a bad move to call for backup.

While Ayden seemed quite calm as he spoke, it didn't settle Aiden down any. He didn't like it that not just one, but two people had managed to breach Omega Pyre tower and make their way up here to the Prex Executive Office. "You two must be kriffing mad or have a death wish, coming in here the way you did. Hell, you're lucky enough I haven't acted on my initial instincts and just go about blasting the two of you into small enough bits to feed the mynocks."

 

[Erich Lor]

Erich sighed to himself as his ear was all of a sudden bombarded with a hundred different outcries of a reported breach within security. The Garhoon winced in pain as the tech in his ear screeched loudly. He scowled then tried to sort out all the information he was receiving at one time. Ok so there had been a brech, within the Prex's office, and...oh shit. Almost instantly Erich broke out in a fast sprint. He completely and entirely ignored everything else bounding down the stairwell two or three steps at a time until he reached the level of the Boss's office.

Sarcastically he thanked whatever gods watched over him that he hadn't been assigned to security on this level. Heaven knew that whoever allowed this to happen would either be fired, or would turn up dead within the next few days.

As the door's slid open for him Erich ran down the hall, he drew his WESTAR-34 blaster and pressed a key on his wrist communicator. Softly he spoke into the mic located on his lapel “I'm on my way to the Prex, send more back up just in case.”

With that Erich turned the final corner on the floor and stepped into the Head of Omega Pyre's office with his Blaster Drawn...to find a strange sight. Three men and one women stood within the room, one man he recognized as a fellow mercenary and the woman was obviously Cira, his boss. The other two men he hadn't the faintest clue about, one was dressed smartly, and the other in heavy armor that Erich had never even seen before.

Finding it prudent Erich raised his blaster and aimed it towards the armored man thinking him to be the bigger and more obvious threat. At the same time as he aimed his weapon all the muscles within his body tensed and his fangs slightly extended. If he was going to fight, he would be at his best, especially here.

 

[Cira]

Needless to say, Cira still was not amused.

It was evident as she tightened those intangible fingers round the man's armoured neck; had it been made of a weaker material surely the sound of warping metal would have been heard.

While anger lit her veins at the man's impertinence, she was well aware that there was always more than met the eye. Sneaking into her office had some manner of intention behind it; and while assassination was high on the list, it was unlikely given how he'd revealed himself so carelessly after making it to his goal.

The appearance of the new unfamiliar Force User only confirmed it.

Her eyes instantly narrowed upon the well groomed man, her displeasure reflecting in her eyes but not in her expression. A singular glance at her guards would have informed them to lower their weapons, but one could never be too cautious. Both were competent soldiers, well skilled in their trade. Yet until they knew for sure that there were no others -- after the first clearly lied about being the only one who was not supposed to be here -- she would not call off the security that easily.

However, a through query on what allowed this situation to happen with the current watch would be first on the list, she mused to herself rather testily.

"You've wormed your way into a Private Military Contractors headquarters. " She informed coolly in a matter-of- fact tone, "How strange to say you offer no problems while infiltrating your way into my office... expect my employee's to be a bit 'friendly.'"

A pause.

"But just what I'm looking for..." She repeated back at him, her expression detailing that he'd better start explaining himself a heck of a lot quicker than using such vague terms at that.

"Funny you should mention it, I have been wondering just how long it would take for a body to hit the ground from the balcony of my office," her cool gaze went from the man towards the one that still hovered in the air by manner of her Force Grip.

"Confirm the law of Gravity for my own curiosity's sake," she quipped, although her tone certainly gave pause if she joked or if she was serious.

Snapping her gaze back at the groomed Force User, she arched a brow, "So before I decide to test this theory, how about a name. " she shot back, not quite willing to put down the man just yet. "That is.. if you truly want to discuss business."

Besides, something about the Force user irked her. Oh yeah, he acted like a maw forsaken arrogant ass.

 

[Ayden Cater]

"If you have to confirm the law of gravity, then perhaps I misjudged the competency of your organization, in which case my efforts here will have been wasted." Despite the very precarious situation they were in, the number of guns trained on his person, and one curious X factor that he had not counted on, Ayden could not help himself but let loose that one quip that the woman had so eloquently set herself up for. "On the other hand, if my suspicions are correct, then you will undoubtedly be curious as to why two men appeared in your private office, without any forewarning whatsoever, and have attempted to engage in dialog for a mutually beneficial agreement."

"Seeing is believing. In my position, one doesn't take things on faith." The woman's eyes seemed to narrow, a deep-seated anger boiling just beneath the surface as she curled her hand just a little bit tighter around what could have very easily been Sarge's throat. "Cold hard facts." In spite of how coldly she spoke, and swung a vibroblade with every word, Ayden was nothing but calm smiles. He briefly brought a hand up and seemed to nip at the nail in thought before waving his hand to one side. "So my sneaking into your office like this constitutes.... what?

"An immense desire to test the security or perhaps you just get your kicks at seeing me Force choke a man. You tell me." She was agitated, that much was clear. That was hardly a surprising fact. Few people would handle strangers sneaking into their private space in such a fashion, nevermind that said space was the office of the head of a private military organization. Buttons had been pushed, but Ayden was banking on the curiosity of their appearance outweighing the intense desire to see them dead.

"If my kicks were that easy, I could just as easy choke him myself. But then again, I think he's enjoying it coming from you more than he would me." Ayden only offered Sarge a smirk and shook his head before his demeanor shifted, and any traces of humor drained away, revealing a face not too unlike the woman's; Both of them had eyes, calculating and unblinking. But while hers were alight with fiery anger, his were cold like the darkness of space. "I'm here, Cira, because I wanted to extend to you an offer." He let slip her name to throw her off balance before he dropped the other shoe. "I want you and your organization to set up operations on Corellia."

[A post brought to you, in part, by Cira and myself]

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Ayden was calm smiles, and Sarge was still HANGING IN THE AIR. "Roughly 1.3 seconds, but don't ask why I know that." Already, he knew that more weapons were being pointed, but it didn't take much to figure that out. After all, everyone's first thought at a time like this was 'assassins' for some stupid reason. And they think we're arrogant.

"Ya know boss, I think you're right; I do like it more. Sadly, though, if her's got any colder I might find myself becoming a necrophiliac." His armors power was dipping low again, and if she kept this up she might actually damage the synthetic muscle of his armor; and that wouldn't be very good for business.

Sighing a bit, the man's helmet and visor look to Ayden and then back to the ill tempered woman. Whispering somewhat loudly, he adds. "Boss, after what I just offered her, 'mutually beneficial' is the worst thing you could term this right about now."

 

[Erich Lor]

Erich listened to the entire ordeal, and decided to absolutely not say a word. He didn't really feel like being fired, or shot, and or killed. The Garhoon simply just stood there listening to the entire conversation, until finally the armored man called the other man his boss, at that point Erich turned his WESTAR-34 blaster pistol away from the armored man and towards the “boss”. He also caught several cues from Cira, marking the other man as some type of a force user.

Of course, Jedi, Sith, Neutrals. This was all semantics to Erich, he didn't care what you were, all he cared was that theoretically he could have his blaster ripped from his hand. Knowing this he planted his feet firmly on the ground and held on more tightly to his weapon. The Garhoon frowned with uncertainty, he hated not knowing what he was dealing with.

Still he kept the blaster leveled at the strange man's head, waiting for an order.

 

[Cira]

Cira was not happy.

Proposal or not, the Prex of Omega Pyre was not at all amused by just how the events unfolded within the span of a minute. A nerve over her right brow kept ticking, and in response to her emotional surge of displeasure, the hue of her golden eyes only grew brighter, akin to the rippling of flames of twin suns as they bore into Ayden's. She saw her man still hold the blaster up, but for the moment, she gave the sign for him to stand down. Sarge on the other hand...

The new tech worn by the man she held in a Force choke intrigued her, but she did not let that affect her poker face. Her fingers tightened, curling inwards, giving just a tad bit more pressue due to Sarge's remarks. What's a little damage to the armor around the throat anyways? she mused, perking a brow.

"Corellia is it?" she still did not release the man. "And just who are you to propose such a lofty offer?" her chin lifted just slightly to the right in challenge.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

The man automatically made a faint noise at the tightening of the hold, as the armor slowly began to crack inward. Warning lights were flashing across his irises as the battery drained from his armor, the strain on it from the Force more than it can hold. "Ya know... I like it tight... but you're takin' this a bit too far."

Cmon, Ayden, answer her so she can let me down...

 

[Ayden Cater]

"Who I am isn't relevant. At least, not for the time being." Ayden continued on with a leisurely tone, even as he turned his attention to the neck of his friend. "You know, there's a saying on Corellia. I'm sure you've heard of it. 'You break it, you bought it.' Now I'm sure you don't want him sticking around and bothering you at all hours like a pathetic kath hound, so why don't you put him down and we can talk more." Ayden arched one eyebrow in question. "Besides, we both know that you're intrigued by my offer. So why don't we dispense with the posturing and get down to business. At worst, I take up a few minutes of your time and you decide to try and kill us. At best, I make your life considerably easier."

 

[Cira]

Her lids narrowed further behind her stoic mask. Fingers slightly twitched, still levitating the solider in the air. "Then give me a name." She said countering, her voice suggesting that there would be no quarrel. If he did, then she would put Sarge down.

Now it was a question if he would answer her question. It was a battle of wills. A game of chicken to see who would blink first.

 

[Ayden Cater]

"Because you won't believe me," he said simply, pausing for a heartbeat before continuing. "Because any name I give you, you'll have triple checked, then cross-checked across every database in the Mid and Outer Rim territories to try and find an extrapolated name that would give you an inkling of my true identity. Ultimately, the reason I'm not giving you a name is because it will never satisfy you. Not until we've talked about Corellia. And on that note, I can give you something to your liking."

He pulled a datapad out from one sleeve, moving very slowly so as to show it was nothing dangerous, and set it on the desk before backing up. "That there is a list of the top government and private corporation figures that are presently tied to my hand. With but a word, I can direct them to do anything I see necessary, such as scrap unfavorable legislature, free a smuggler, or make way for a paramilitary organization to set up shop, with the expressed goal of alleviating security pressures in and around Corelian sector space."

 

[Cira]

Her golden gaze fell to the datapad, a quick nod to one of the guards standing beside her made the man move forward. "Plug it in." She said with a firm tone, gaze unwavering from the bearded man before her.
"And why offer such things so freely?" she asked, as the guard crossed over to the holo array at the far end of the room.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

"So you let me down!", he chokes, still firmly in the air. "I may like it rough but choking isn't my thing."