Ask Gains from Gangs

[Bel]

A Star Wars Story​

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If there was one guy that Bel could honestly say he looked up to, it was Caelian. Bel hadn't seen him after the mess of a training exercise on Korriban, and he was looking forward to show off what he had accomplished in that time. The Agent was a member of the Black Sun crime syndicate and he was looking forward to expanding his horizons. Of course, everything he did was to also expand the Empire's reach. Even if the Underworld could never be completely controlled by the Sith, Bel could hopefully one day sway it enough to stay out of the Empire's way.

But that required lots of respect and the only way to earn respect from criminals was by showing complete disregard for galactic law. Or at least that's what Bel thought. Most of these 'criminals' didn't see themselves as criminals. Now, some of them probably didn't see themselves as a vigilante either. No, what most of these guys thought of themselves as were entrepreneurs, or something like that. Some of them got involved into crime because they couldn't afford to make a living as something else, which kinda made Bel sad sometimes.

Today, there would be no pity spared. Bel had been asked to teach a few lowly gangsters a lesson. It was just another run of the mill 'Beat this Guy up and Steal all of His Money' mission that Sloan and Xur had been sending Bel on. The Agent thought he was more capable than dealing with a troublesome gang, but he also knew that this was his only way of proving his worth. Black Sun had been picked on for too long and now it would be time for them to take back was rightfully theirs.

And we're starting with respect. Or fear. Whichever comes first. Bel chuckled at the thought as he awaited the arrival of his friend. He was dressed in a sweet looking coat and was armed with only his modular blaster pistol. Black Sun had no idea Bel was a Sith and Bel didn't want them finding that out anytime soon. I mean... If all goes to plan and I end running everything myself, it probably wouldn't matter then, would it.

@Xorism

 

[Caelian]

There were few people that Caelian actively saw positively in recent times, the younger Zabrak seemed to be one of them. In the short time, they had spent working together on previous missions and other encounters, the Echani had felt the slightest hint of responsibility to keep him out of trouble. Caelian had found enough of that himself and didn't want to see Bel wander into the same mistakes that he had made.

It had been some time since they'd fought side by side against a joined threat, and they hadn't heard much of each other in the meantime. So when Bel did contact him to request help on an assignment, Caelian took interest. He'd not had much to do with the Black Sun and only really knew of them from what was known publicly.

Wandering around blind and aimlessly didn't seem like the most fun way to spend the evening, but this was Bel's domain, and he was keen to lend the man a hand however he could. It wouldn't matter as much if they found out that Caelian was a Sith, so he kept his weapons, although somewhat incognito, beneath a dark coat to blend in with his companion.

When he arrived, Caelian nodded silently towards Bel and waited to hear what they had in store.

 

[Bel]

"Glad you made it," Bel smiled greeting his friend with hand shake and fist bump. "How've you been?" There were a few things Bel knew about that made him wonder if asking that was the right thing to do. There was the whole incident on Korriban, the loss of his own tongue- but Caelian was still a Sith apart of the Empire. It was honestly pretty kickass how nothing seemed to stop this guy. Hopefully, the other Sith felt the same way as Bel did.

"We're gonna teach a few lowlifes a lesson, if that's alright with you." He smirked. Of course, these lowlifes were going to be key for Black Sun taking the planet back as their own,. After Mordeth took over, her reign got sloppy and now their plenty of EX-Sun enforcers who thought they were in charge. Sloan needed everyone to step in line, and they weren't opening up to diplomacy. Hence, Bel inviting along a good friend of his to pummel some of these rogue Falleen scoundrels and enforcers into shape.

"Hope you like clubbing." Bel led the pair down the street to an alleyway. The Agent then tipped off a homeless guy who then opened a door that led into the back of a popular club in town. The bass could be felt almost as soon as the door opened. Going through this door would then led them to a group of lounging Falleen in a private booth. The music and lights were to loud and flashy for them to notice Cael and Bel, which was perfect for them- not so much for the Falleen. "The guy with the sleeve tattoos is who we're after!" Bel had to yell to make sure Caelian could hear him. "Don't kill him, just help me beat him up after I deliver the message! They ain't gonna like what I have to say!! Grab a drink or something- blend in!"

@Xorism

 

[Caelian]

Caelian stared blankly as Bel asked him how had the Echani been. Feigning shock, his body expression imbued a look of well, what do you think? Before breaking character and smiling. He'd telepathically remark, "Just messin', I'm fine. Enjoying some quiet time, you know?" Whether that was a pun about recent events or an honest comment, it wasn't easy to tell.

He nodded as Bel explained the plan, it seemed easy enough for the pair. Caelian wasn't exactly wearing the clubbing attire, but he supposed that wouldn't matter either if they kept to business. Following the Zabrak's lead, he'd make visual note of the route that it took to reach the targets in case things got out of hand, and they had to quickly bail.

It looked like a decent club with a good scene, although they weren't here to party, he'd at least get to enjoy himself a little before the real work began. Slipping over to the bar, the Echani caught the attention of the barman.

Holding up two fingers and pointing at the bottle on the bench, he signalled for two shots of liquor to be poured. The barman obliged and provided the fiery liquid. If Bel joined him, he'd offer the man one, else he would down both in quick succession and smile heartily. Tonight would be a good night, regardless of what happened.

@Charles

 

[Bel]

Spoiler: IC Music

The look Cael gave the Agent startled him and he immediately began thinking of apologies, but Caelian then smiled and Bel realized his was joking. Man, that nearly gave Bel a heart attack, but a sigh and giggle escaped the Zabrak as he tried to gather himself again. "Man... You had me there for a second."

"Thanks, man!" Bel took one of the drinks Caelian offered and took a sip. "Alright... I'm going in- you'll know when you need to join in. He'll probably through a few punches! Wish me luck!" After weaving his way over to the group of carousing Falleen, Bel finished off the rest of his drink for luck. "Hey, guys!" Bel sat down across from them, giving them his winning smile which wasn't returned from anyone in the group.

"You remember Xur and Maifus, right? We're getting back in business and they were wondering if you guy were interested. What do you say, huh?" Bel sat back in a very relaxed and prideful position as he watched the Falleen debate amongst themselves. "We ain't doin' shit for those two. The Sun has set, boy, and it ain't risin' anytime soon- especially not for those bozos." The tattooed Falleen barked. "Xur was right- You really are a pussy. Too scared to get your hands dirty?" This got their attention- each Falleen immediately stood up to glower down at Bel.

"Get out of my club, magot!" Oh, but the Zabrak wasn't finished just yet. He reached for one of their drinks and began sipping it away. "You owe Sloan, buddy... So technically He owns the club. And you." Bel smiked as the tattooed Falleen went to grab Bel by the collar of his suit, but Bel splashed the alcoholic drink in the thug's face, the drink burning his eyes. Then, Bel got to his feet and smashed the glass drink against another brute's face before side stepping to avoid a punch, grabbing the thug's arm and sweeping him off his feet and twisted his arm until Bel could hear his shoulder snap over the loud music.

"Last chance, man. You can either give Maifus what you owe him- your loyalty. Or I beat the shit out of all you and take your money to him myself." Bel shouted as the tattooed Falleen finally got the drink out of his eyes so he could glare at the Scoundrel. He roared before charging Bel, but this time the Zabrak wasn't quick enough and got caught in the tackle. Bel coughed as the air got knocked out of him after his back connected with a wall. I'll take that as a no...

@Xorism

 

[Caelian]

The mission was off to a good start by Caelian's books, getting paid to basically take shots and watch over Bel as he did his business. The Zabrak's training and prowess practically made his own attendance unnecessary, more of a holiday if anything, he thought. Even without being able to hear the conversation Caelian could easily read the body language quickly heading south in Bel's little negotiation.

Sighing as he quickly polished off the shot, the Echani slipped through the crowd just in time to see his buddy get spear tackled into a wall. There was some ugly mofo lying in pain on the floor, and a couple surrounding Bel ready to lay into the man. Normally that would be a fair fight for a pair of Sith but today they weren't Sith, much to his annoyance.

Fortunately, they didn't realize that he was with Bel and would have ample chance to exploit this surprise. Approaching from behind, Caelian grabbed a friendly baton which was not charged up, and laid waste into the left shoulder of the falleen. The cracking sound indicated that not only did the weapon connect but likely broke his shoulder on impact. The howling cries swiftly followed as the man clutched his arm in agony.

Caelian swung at the next thug who by now was aware of the second attacker, ducking to avoid the same fate.

@Charles