Gangland

[Arnen Elgernoth]

Blending in fairly well to the seedy underbelly, in his trenchcoat, beneath which was his typical Sith Battle Robes. Under each forearm, he had two lightsabers affixed to N.E.W.D.A. mechanisms on each arm, hidden within his sleeves, and as such were hidden completely from view, and were ready to deploy with a simple flex of his forearm muscles. On his side, he had a no-frills, lightweight Chanti blaster pistol on his right hip, concealed underneath his jacket. While his cybernetic jaw was noticeable, it was also a fairly common procedure done for those who had lost their lower jaw in combat, or on the mean streets of the Taris Undercity.


Arnen played the part of a Firrerreo thug fairly well, adopting a stern expression along his brow, and moving with purpose, like an Enforcer on his way to or from collecting a debt. He kept an open eye for his Sith contact (@Alhon) who had been sent to aid him in convincing some of the crimelords to their cause, either by means of intimidation, or through a show of prowess. Arnen was confident that himself, and another trained Sith could make light work of this, and come away from it with little trouble, so long as they kept their heads down, and stuck to their job, they should remain largely under the radar. After walking a good bit down the main strip, he stopped at a pre-determined meeting spot, that would look no less conspicuous than the meetings between buyer and client throughout the Undercity. There would be no obvious links between their affiliation to the Old Empire, displayed yet for any individuals to see. Arnen waited for his comrade to make it to the rendezvous, before moving to the ganglord's Bar across the street. His get-up as an enforcer would be enough to keep most of the Tarisian patrons off his back. It wouldn't be the first time they'd seen a brooding Firrerreo stop outside his boss's shop, and keep a lookout.


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[Metropolis]

One way mirrors lined the area of the gangland bar where the bottles were displayed behind the bar, on the side the customers saw. On the other side was a completely dark room befitting the security conscious gang bosses typical all over the galaxy. If very cheap and low tech. The mirrors were almost a meter tall and lined a good length of the bar, large enough to give a clear view of the place, at least the portion above the bar past the mirror. Access was through a locked employee door at the far end from the entrance, behind the bar, and then through a door behind a false shelf in the bar's storage room past the employee door.

The divey bar was brighter lit than most. It made every old stain starkly visible. The one way mirror's function was contingent on that brightness differential. And despite not being able to hide as well in it, it attracted clientele who had business in a rough part of town but needed to see who they were doing business with well. For their own safety. Perfect for gang bosses to converse in. This brightness was shared with the storage room, where another mirror above a sink revealed that room as well. Metropolis had been instructed to not even take let a datapad display light up, as it might give out the well kept secret of the room. In a security emergency he was to commlink the boss's security detail, and if his presence was necessary to exit the secret room and head to where he was needed.

He didn't much mind waiting in the dark though. He had company. An old bouncer with shaky hands typical of those that had been bumped on the head too many times, over too many years. He whispered tales that had taken place in the very bar as they waited in the darkness together. Waited for perhaps for a new tale to take place. In any case, whatever brain damage had taken place didn't seem to have affected his memory, a seeming encyclopedia of Taris undercity drama.

Metropolis was sitting there, hired through his security company, and funnily enough had taken the job to spread his own influence on Taris. A smuggler with only one planet to work from was not a good smuggler. Not knowing he would be assigned to such a room he had arrived in a Brutus Assault Armor he had picked up for an earlier job. His lower face covered with a bandana. Again, a concealment lost in the dark. He had picked up three power packs, and brought along some grenades he had picked up a while back. His case lay across his lap, so he could find his stuff by touch alone in the dark. And of course, a bottle of water to drink. His airspeeder was parked with the bosses' above the bar.

A younger bouncer sat at a stool inside, by the door, and checked for weapons. Occasionally the older bouncer would whisper things they were doing wrong. Metropolis spotted some himself. They were looking at patrons in the eye plenty, but little where they should, where people hid things. They were not carding patrons either. Their movements were halting and lacked the confidence bouncers had to project. Metropolis had some experience concealing his own weapons, and judged with some luck he could of slipped a rifle under the bouncer's watch. With some luck and a good distraction, maybe a rancor. Training the new guy and some extra muscle was needed to keep the place safe. Must of been why he had been hired. By his measure it was needed as several weapons had already made it in.

"So you're telling me," Metropolis said in a whisper, responding to a bawdy tale the bouncer was close to finishing. "It was the Trandoshan's wife?"

"No." The bouncer said in his own low whisper. "It was the boss's." He said and finishing the tale, smiled. The gesture was lost in the dark of course. Even to the Umbaran next to him.

"Good one." Metropolis said. He wanted to encourage the old man, even if he had suspected the punchline coming a hyper jump away.

Now it was his own turn for a tale. Metropolis had a couple in mind as he kept his eyes focused on the bar patrons. Patrons that he had no idea would soon include two Sith on their own mission.

Spoiler: OOC

Since it's just me entering I don't see how the order could get confused.

 

[Kerowyn Tempest]

-Desolation-

Spoiler: OOC

Stepping in for Alhon.

Kerowyn couldn't have been more prepared for this assignment, though her preferences varied from world to world. The seedy underbelly of Taris was something talked about by her peers at the academy. It was everything it had been chalked up to be, a hive of scum that would make a civilized being's heart turn.

She'd come prepared for combat, her full kit consisting of her lightsabers, crossguard and dual-phase, as well as her blaster pistol. A swirling black cloak covered her from head to toe, disguising her Sith armor beneath. The mask that clad her visage was enough to protect her identity from any inhabitants.

She would have traveled alongside the one she had met some time ago, at a table drabbed with other members of the true Empire. But her mission today was to replace another who had been called away on a separate assignment, and so she waited patiently for her contact to arrive.

She leaned against a durasteel wall, some ways away from an arguing group of what she could only assume to be pirates. Crossing her arms, she tapped her foot impatiently, cocking her head sideways and delving deep into the anger that brewed inside her heart. For a moment, there was nothing, and then the familiar burning sensation returned, empowering her once more.

She drew the Darkness within herself and smote aside her inhibitions, burning like a flame well lit. But still, she swirled the darkness of that flame so that it was not obvious to any outsiders, masking her Force Sensitivity. This is the first of many. The thoughts that raced in her mind reminded her of the danger this assignment could pose, but she cast them aside as well.

She was Sith.

Kerowyn could easily handle such a mission with the distinction of service she had garnered during her years at the academies and beyond. "Where, oh where, could they be?"

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[Arnen Elgernoth]

Arnen scanned over the visages of the crowd, to find his partner, his eyes falling on a masked individual across the street from him, next to the bar that he was targeting. Sending a telepathic tug at her mind, he sought to bring her attention to him, as he crossed the street, moving toward the bar. He knew he would be checked for weapons, and had come lightly armed to begin with, willing to drop off his cheap blaster pistol and two grenades off at the door, without a huff, but his sabers, would be difficult to detect, as it was completely justifiable for one to say the N.E.W.D.A mechanism was some form of cybernetic, to help aid his deteriorating musculature in his arms, due to some disease. He'd ran the alibi through his mind a dozen or so times, and come up with a solid one that he would stick with.

"We'll move in separately. I look less like a Sith than you, you'll probably have to relinquish your sabers... unless you think we can do this by force without raising too many alarms. I don't recommend it, though." Arnen spoke telepathically, as he crossed the street, narrowly dodging a Landspeeder, being driven by an angry Pantoran. Arnen's eyes fell on him, with a stern, and discernably evil look in his eyes, before moving on into the building, and removing his jacket, hanging it on a hook, and approaching the younger-looking Bouncer, unaware of the Umbaran behind the one-way mirror (@Lets Awesome) slowly walking toward the pair of Bouncers, lifting his arms, to show his pistol, spare Power Cells, and two grenades that he kept on his belt, waiting on one of them to remove his weapons from his person. Even in this position, one would not be able to see, only feel the metal underneath the arms of his clothing, upon which his armor sat.

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[Kerowyn Tempest]

-Desolation-

So it was the man with a metallic jaw, the one she had met with the Crusader some time past. It made sense, she could pick him out of a crowd easily enough but most would not know his face.

She didn't even need the telepathic tug to realize what he was, any Force-sensitive would be able to tell another of their kind nearby. She didn't nod to him but raised her hand as though to adjust her hair, a signal of sorts that she was aware of his presence. Dropping her mental barriers slightly, she allowed the telepathic communications to be received through her mind.

Makes sense. Kerowyn kicked off the wall gently and began to rummage among the crowd, waiting for a moment and taking a look around, ensuring nobody was trailing them. Her eyes met no-one. She smiled within the mask as he mentioned relinquishing her sabers.

She had a technique for that, actually, she could easily hide them in places they wouldn't dare check. She adjusted them within her armor, placing them closer to her hips, folding them under the metal of the armor. If they take them, they take them. I doubt they'll notice. She left her blaster pistol in the open, it would be strange if she had no weapons on her at all.

She allowed him to enter first, watching from a distance as he was relieved of his weapons and allowed through. She waited a minute, then two, slowly trickling the time away until five had past. Then she made her own entry into the fray. Kerowyn didn't bother to take off her cloak, but lowered the hood and nodded to the bouncer, handing him the blaster and it's ammo packs.

He gave her a once over, staring a little low for her liking, but otherwise didn't seem too concerned by the capturing darkness of the robes. It covered the armor well, well enough that hiding her sabers near the back of the armor was ideal, as it was directly covered by the cloak. Once she entered fully, she telepathically linked again. They didn't pat me down. Smart. So what's our play?

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[Metropolis]

Metropolis saw someone in the bar that resembled an old pilot acquaintance. It gave him his idea for the story he would tell. He began whispering.

"So I was on Nal Hutta right? Spice in the hold, in the middle of a take off. Partner with me. Pilot from Shaddaa. Recommended, supposedly good. He may have been good at piloting, but I never learned how good, because he was no mechanic and he didn't take care of his ship either. We start listing to the side. I just manage to strap in as we crash. I come to with a huge headache and I hear moaning. Wasn't sure if it was me or someone else. Turns out it was him. Found him after crawling around a bit. He tells me he's a goner. How we can't get rescued because they'll just steal the spice and then he'll get killed for that. Wailing. I tell him he's exaggerating. So I try to find a working transponder. Eventually I do and I call emergency medical services and wait outside." Metropolis paused and sipped his water, trying to concentrate on his job and amusing the old man.

"They arrive after an hour or two. I'm talking to my partner the whole time. Problem is when they get in, he's dead. But not due to his injuries. That idiot shot himself. If I had just stunned him with the gun first, he might still be alive. Eventually they leave and I try salvaging what I could. Couldn't find any of the spice." Metropolis finished his story. The old man chuckled quietly. All of it was true except for one detail. The spice had never been stolen.

Two more people entered, they looked to be together. One of them looked like he meant business, gold colored skin, and a distinctive cybernetic jaw. The other thin and wispy robes, and a little angry about something. A few people gave them a discreet, quick but focused once over. It was a look Metropolis knew from Nar Shaddaa. It paid to know who was trouble in an undercity, so most residents of them gossiped plenty, and kept mental profiles of all the trouble makers in their neighborhoods. Undercity thugs rarely left where they were comfortable, where they had built up a reputation and credentials. It was too much trouble starting that all over. Nor were they exactly the type to go sightseeing or expand their horizons. So when new bad looking types showed up it usually attracted notice.

"Those two look like trouble. Tell me about them." Metropolis urged. The old man responded he wasn't sure. They weren't regulars. Metropolis stiffened a little, his right hand unconsciously played with his DH-7 grip, out of anxiety more than anything else. There were plenty of people he was wary of in the room though, so it didn't immediately cause him much more concern. And they did hand over weapons, and wasn't as if they could see him. Guard duty was more stressful than he thought it would be. He continued watched them closely for threatening movements or actions, trying to figure out what they were here for.

 

[Arnen Elgernoth]

The Firrerreo moved forward after the guards took his pistol and grenades. He could sense their suspicions, but he cared little for it now that he'd been allowed into the bar.

Moving into the smoky club, taking note of the barman, and other bouncers leaning against the walls. He would need a distraction, but for now, he'd blend in, as best he could, and get a feel for those around him. So, approaching the bar, Arnen ordered an Ale, with which, he took to a small circular table, with a clear enough view of the security staff, and the bar, as well as the door next to the entrance, which he could only guess was what was behind the large inconspicuous mirror in the checking room. Arnen waited for Kerowyn to make her move into the bar herself.

"Keep an eye out, track shift changes and see if we have a chance to make a move to the back unnoticed," he said, telepathically, to Kerowyn, once she was in view. He was not in any sort of rush, and was not about to go in guns blazing and blow his cover that easily.

 

[Kerowyn Tempest]

-Desolation-

Kerowyn didn't regret wearing her mask. She would hate to be recognized in a place like this, watching as Arnen moved his way towards the bar and sat down, observing the area. Her eyes were never complacent, and beneath the mask they darted in all directions, from left to right. Though she was peering towards possible exits, cover, and the location of possible bouncers. Her head turned slightly, looking directly at the mirror, her senses acute to the nervousness that had washed over whoever was behing it.

Good. She wasn't here to cause a commotion, but these bouncers were hardly equipped to take on a Sith. It was simple work that could be done without bloodshed, but she was more than happy to engage with extreme prejudice if they got in her way. Working with independent warriors was one thing, and she could agree to their peaceful ways as it was their show... but this was her show. And she called the shots, no matter what the security seemed to believe. Nodding to the bouncer, she made her way into the bar, settling in a corner.

From her vantage point, she could see the movements of the bouncers from across the room and watched for any openings. It seemed they where lazily looking around, nothing much to be seen in the present circumstances. There where a few possible opening she could take advantage of, but none that looked as promising as she would like. She kept herself alert, just in case somebody were to try and start a conversation, or worse attempt to attack for reasons unknown.

Minutes past, then she began to lose patience. She would need to make a distaction in order to allow Arnoth and herself to get to the back of the bar. They could simply Force Dominate the guards, it would be easy enough. Or they could slip through while the guards were preoccupied with something else. I have an idea. See that water tank across from you? If I cause it to burst, they'll have to deal with it pretty quickly. She smiled at the idea, turning her head away from his while telepathically communicating. It's an idea. We could slip by if we make our way quickly enough. Or I could just distract a guard manually.

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[Arnen Elgernoth]

Arnen looked around, for the water tank, in the smoky bar, quickly taking note of it. 'I've got it,' he said, before getting up from his seat, and walking back to the bar, after finishing his ale, and ordering a second ale, and returning to his seat, but positioning himself so he's facing the water tank. Taking a sip of his drink, he looks forward, at the water heater, and begins manipulating the Force, to apply pressure to an area much higher than what it was built to tolerate. Arnen's trick worked, but at the cost of being sprayed with scalding hot water across his chest, neck and arms. Standing up, and letting out a scream, he turned and walked away from his table, causing the crowd around it to scatter, with a few other patrons being hit by hot water and steam as well. He made his way back to the bar, to let the barkeep know to contact maintenance, and sat down, waiting on her to grab the triage kit, to help him nurse his burns. The damage was largely superficial, at least to a Sith, who thrived on pain and anger.

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[Kerowyn Tempest]

-Desolation-
-Dice Rolls-

The young Vahla watched with sick satisfaction as the water tank began to hiss and constrict before it exploded, sending water in all directions. Luckily she was far enough away and avoided the splash by default, wincing slightly as she saw the man she traveled alongside turn on the receiving end of the boiling water. Attempting to sneak past through the crowds, she couldn't make her way to the back inconspicuously enough, as the bouncers could still see her.

Instead, she decided to start shoving through the crowd away from the source of water, making it seem like she was fleeing for fear of her safety, and pushed her way to the back. She only made it so far before the crowd itself began to thicken and prevented her from continuing any further. Cursing under her breath, she watched Arnen managed to get behind the crowd and hit the back, looking to nurse his wounds. That was something, at least, one of them had succeeded in getting to the back.

Kerowyn scoffed and shoved one of the members of the crowd aside, content to hang near the wall and wait. She would attempt to enter the back again when the crowd had died down, but for now she telepathically communicated with her fellow Sith to inform him of what had happened. I'm not making it to the back just yet, but I'll be there shortly, one way or another. Actually... I have an idea... The next opportunity she got, she would claim the Sith she traveled with was a lover. It would make a somewhat sensible excuse for her to sneak past, and he wasn't exactly a bad looking fellow.

It could have been worse. She could be screaming.

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[Arnen Elgernoth]

(Moving on without Let's Awesome, use Dice Rolls from now on. @Autumn's Firefly)

Arnen let the barkeep nurse his burns. After which, he stood, thanking her for taking the time to do so, leaving a 100cr piece for her time and effort. Also, to buy her silence as he moved to the back, behind the bar. Arnen had counted seven (7) bouncers in the bar, in the time he'd been there, and to his dismay, five of them took notice and followed. Two of them went in behind him while three simply stood near the bar in reserve.

"Hey, punk, you can't be back here," said Bouncer 1, which garnered Arnen's attention, causing him to turn to see the Epicanthix, and the Gamorrean standing behind him. Arnen, still reeling from the burns he'd received, growled, and made his way toward the two, when Bouncer 1 put a hand on Arnen's shoulder, "Alright, bu-," he began, but Arnen had already planned on engaging the two. Taking his hand by the thumb, and yanking hard, forcing his wrist to turn backward, the Epicanthix buckled, wincing with great pain before being hefted over Arnen's hip, and thrown into the wall behind him. When the Gamorrean stepped in, Arnen dropped and spun low, kicking his legs out from underneath him, causing his fat lard to hit the ground with a rumble, before winding up his signature axe-kick to the throat, collapsing his windpipe. The Epicanthix would stand up gripping his wrist, only to receive a spinning back to the face, and then thrown again out of the door they came in.

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[Kerowyn Tempest]

-Desolation-
-Dice Rolls-

Kerowyn watched as the bouncers made their move from the water tank to behind the bar, assuming that was where her partner had gone. Taking advantage of the shift in attention, she moved past the crowd and into the side door Arnoth had previously entered, calmly smiling to the nurse that seemed shocked at the credits in her hand and passing by her slightly. Unfortunately, she couldn't simply sneak to the back. Instead, she walked through the door anyways regardless of the consequences.

"Hello, have you seen my..." was the only words that managed to escape her lips as she heard a loud thud and the sound of metal hitting flesh. Turning on her heels, she managed to avoid the bouncer that went flying out of the room and through the door she was attempting to enter. Turning back, she peered inside to see the man engaging four bouncers within. Finally, a fight that might be somewhat entertaining. She didn't draw her lightsabers, but instead strode in and whistled, causing the four to momentarily pause. Three of them immediately began to move towards her, and she simply smiled.

The young Vahla raised both of her hands as though in surrender, but secretly the binds of the Force moved in the shadows, focusing on the neck of the lead bouncer, and with a single movement she raised him into the air and began to choke the life out of him. The other two charged, but she had a plan that would hopefully work. Moving the choking being's body left and right, she managed to club the two bouncers coming towards her even before they took their first steps, not quite knocking them out but certainly knocking them over. Releasing the grip with a savage twist and snap of the neck, she grabbed a nearby knife and began to stride forwards.

There would be no witnesses, only lambs to the slaughter.

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[Arnen Elgernoth]

About the time the guards had been knocked over, they had recovered, both drawing Stun batons, after seeing their Epicanthix bouncer be thrown like a ragdoll through the wooden door he'd just entered. Arnen walked through the wrecked door, sporting no coat, and his Sith Battle Robes, along with Durasteel mask now on his head, but off-angled, concealing one third of his face, including his right eye. He stepped over the unconscious, he was met by one guard, swinging high with his stun baton. Arnen turned and blocked the strike, only for the guard to quickly land an uppercut to the ribs and a follow up strike with the pommel of the stun baton, rocking Arnen, but not taking him out of the fight. Arnen ate the hit, but came back with a savage roundkick to the knee, fueled by the pain, cracking it in half. Arnen took another hit from Guard Two with the stun baton to his side-angled mask, as he'd stepped into his blindside caused by his mask. The blood drunk Sith roared and turned to face the Weequay, with a haymaker to the cheek, jamming one of his own fingers at the second knuckle in the middle of his finger, but it didn't matter. The Firrerreo gripped the man by the shirt and hit him again, with a palm strike, driving the cartilage of his nose into his brain, killing him instantly. Arnen returned to the other guard, and spun into a hook kick, sending him reeling face first into the foot rail at the bottom of the bar with a broken neck. With a feral look in his eye, he looked up at Kerowyn, he fixed his mask over the rest of his face, and stepped to the side, to let her take the lead on the boss.

 

[Artarion Sekt]

Artarion had sent several agents on this mission to Taris and expended hours of work and planning. He was done with this entire situation and the excuses from the reports he had received. He decided to proceed to those areas that needed shoring up and executing the missions himself if need be. He arrived just as Arnen had finished with the bouncers, walking past the carnage in the main room. He wore his Sith Marauder armor and had his lightsabers at his side. He walked with a purpose and no one stood in his way. He wore no mask and the emblem of a Sith Crusader rode proudly on his right shoulder armor.

As he walked through the bar, he casually pulled off his gloves, as a noble might when returning from a spirited ride through the countryside. He did not look to his left or right, the Force was with him and he virtually swam in its dark currents. It would warn him if any threats needed his attention. As he arrived at the back door of the bar, labeled OFFICE, he did not knock, he simply opened the door and entered. He stepped into the office beyond, then closed and locked the door behind him. The small man hiding behind the desk raised a Strill blaster pistol waveringly and promptly shot the wall beside the door.

Artarion turned slowly and smiled at the man, his eyes blazing yellow and orange. He slapped his gloves against his thigh in irritation at the shot, his face tightening. “Well if you were going to use the thing you had best know how. Here let me show you.” Artarion reached out a hand and using the Force, pulled the gun from the man’s weak hands to his hand. He caught the blaster and looked at it, the gang bosses eyes widening at the Force use. Artarion took an extra few moments to examine the pistol before turning it towards the man behind the desk. The air was suddenly filled with the scent of urine and Artarion made a face of amusement. Fear was a delightful reaction, it made even the toughest man, so easy to read.

Raising his aim from the man behind the desk, Artarion sat in a chair across from the man and tapped the desk. “You there, I need your attention up here. Please return to your seat. If you find the need to change your trousers then by all means but do so before you come from under the desk. I have no need to see you naked.” It was several minutes before the man emerged, he had removed his trousers and wore only a towel he must have had under the desk. On second glance, it appeared the man had grabbed the rug and wrapped it around his waist.

“Excellent, I would hate to get off on the wrong foot. I am Artarion Sekt, Sith Crusader for the true Emperor Darth Vrael and this is now our planet. Thus, this organization now works for us. Am I perfectly clear?” Artarion was not moved by the man’s rapid nodding and moved on. He passed the man a card with a communications code embossed upon it. He then leaned back and pointed to the card as the man looked at it with wide eyes. “That is the number where you can contact me. For the first year your income will double, curtesy of the Empire. This will continue as determined by your loyalty. Are we in agreement?” The man nodded several times and continued to look at the card in his hand as the sounds of the brawl outside subsided.

“I shall send men to repair the damage to your establishment. I expect weekly reports on your progress and consequences for any mishaps will be swift and final. Good Day.” Artarion allowed the last to sink and ensured the man had no questions before he turned and promptly left the room. He left the Strill blaster on the man’s desk, facing the man. The implied threat was not lost on the boss and he looked at the blaster like it was a coiled serpent. As the door closed, he slumped in his chair and looked around the room. His income had just doubled, and he was getting a remodel job for free, it was time to celebrate!

Artarion walked out of the bar and into the street. He snapped his fingers for the various operatives to depart, they would be left to their own designs to get off planet. Artarion had other fish to fry and started heading towards the planet's communications base.

//END THREAD

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