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[Crix Dolan]

Casino Satellite
Omega Station || Orbit

Crow sat at the bar of Omega station’s favorite casino, he wasn’t here as the old smuggler, or the heartless gunslinger, no, unfortunately, he was here as his alias, Damon Kross. He looked nothing like his usual self. The paramilitary gear had been replaced with a crimson tunic inlaid with fine silver embroidery. Over his shoulder, he wore a sable half cape and under that cape, he wore his blaster. His pants were black with a crimson stripe down the side, and his boots were polished to shine. He hated every minute of this fucking alias.

“Another drink, sir?”
“Yes, ma’am!” he replied in a chipper Corellian accent.
The bartender brought over another Corellian pale ale and “Damon” took a swig.

Casino Satellite was popping. Sentients of all kinds sifted through the pleasures the casino had to offer. On occasion, he’d spot someone taking a bump here and a bump there. His eyes kept filtering through the crowd when he spotted a transaction going down. The waitress had approached just like any other, but before she could offer anything, her customer placed a single white chip with a gold center onto her serving tray. Surprise flitted across the woman’s expression, but was covered by a practiced smile. She slipped her hand into her apron and they made the exchange.

That confirmed it. They were moving glitter. As if seeing this exchange suddenly opened his eyes, Crow couldn’t look anywhere without seeing someone doing glitter. A grin as wry as whiskey spread across his face. This had the makings of a very profitable deal. The hand that was hidden behind his cape pressed the comm connected to his belt.

"I think this whole place is high," he said into his wireless headset. He leaned back casually against the bar and took another sip. Terra had put him in contact with a Slicer named Mars. Their task was to infiltrate the Casino and locate owner Yoris Barnstein's office. From there it would be up to Mars to plant a virus. The details on that end got hazy for Crow he was terrible with technology outside of Starships.

"Any luck with the doors?"

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[Acklay]

<Makes our job easier,> Mars replied through their commlink, her voice somewhat monotone, but with just enough inflection that she wouldn't come across as bored. In fact, she sounded more focused than anything, which was exactly what she was. <Almost there. Give me a few more minutes.>

Casinos made money, and they liked to keep it around too. They typically had some of the more troublesome systems Mars came across, but not impossible. She just had to be careful about it, and take her time. Thankfully her recent extortions made it a little easier for her to access more complex systems like this, but she wouldn't rush it.

<What's the drug of choice? Spice?> Mars had never really dabbled in the various substances the galaxy had to offer as she was worried about the effects they might have on her cybernetic installations. That and the slicer just had an inkling of a feeling she would end up being the paranoid one no one wanted to be around. So she avoided them, but the woman still liked to have a grasp of what was what and what they did.

Drugs were a pretty solid avenue of revenue for any criminal enterprise, after all.

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[Crix Dolan]

Crow's eyes flitted from face to face as he watched the euphoria of glitterstim embrace each of it’s patrons like a long-lost friend.

“Yeah, a really potent variety called, Glitterstim,” Crow could feel his mouth water as he watched a woman do a bump off her companion's hand. Glitter had been a vice of his right after he’d lost everything the first time. It was a niggling need in the back of his mind that never really went away. He was starting to feel hot. He relaxed and took another drink.

A slender woman slipped up beside him leaning lazily against the bar. Their eyes met, she smiled, he nodded.

“Don’t think I’ve seen you around Casino before,” she said.
“New in town, hoping to make some friends,” he replied.
“Are you friendly?”
“Sometimes.”
She laughed, “I’m Jin.”
“Damon,” he said with a smile.

Crow hated small talk. Chit-chatting was his living nightmare and this chick was blitzed out of her mind. He watched as she struggled to stay upright at the bar. The full effect of the spice was doing a number on her spatial awareness. She slipped and he instinctively stepped forward steadying her.

“I’d be careful where you put those hands, friend,” said Yoris Barnstein.

“Aw shit…” muttered Crow before plastering on his best “winning smile” and turning to face the very guy they were in the process of robbing.

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[Acklay]

<Glitterstim?> A potent variety of spice, huh? The slicer had no doubt that everyone and the next seven generations of their kiddos were seeing doubles downstairs. <Try not to get a contact high then,> she chuckled over the comms before falling silent for a few minutes. She needed to concentrate on bypassing the security systems.

Getting into the network wasn't too big of an issue, seeing as the casino had free wifi. Well, not free, but it was available free to members or to guests for a price, which meant it wasn't all that difficult for Mars to gain access through one of the many vulnerable devices in the pockets and purses of those around. Once she was in, she began testing various potential vulnerabilities, looking for any way into the network the machines or computer systems would be on.

There. A devilish grin spread across the woman's face when she found what appeared to be an administrator's device. It wouldn't give her admin permissions, but it would give her access to the system's network.

<I'm into the network. Gonna take me a little longer to disable the security and get OP, but the doors should be unlocked for you now.> With that, Mars got back to work. No one had come over to bother her yet, and she hoped that would remain true.

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[Crix Dolan]

Yoris Barnstien was everything you’d imagine the owner of a sleazy space casino to be. He was Devaronian with crimson skin and polished sable horns that curled like a bantha’s. He was dressed in an all-black suit adorned with thin glittering gold pinstripes. The gold accents on his clothing matched the color of his eyes and he wore a devious sneer as he gave Crow the once-over.

Damon Kross lifted his hands in playful surrender, “Whoa, let's take it easy, I was just helping the lady.” Jin looked like she’d just seen a ghost. A mix of confused horror was blatant in her expression as she fought through the haze of her high.

“Yes, I’m sure you were,” replied Yoris coldly.

Crow stepped forward and offered Yoris a hand. The Devaronian glanced down at his outstretched hand like it was covered in the AMS, then back up to Crow. That's when The Enforcer spotted Yoris' bodyguards. A pair of glowering Noghri.

"Aww shit…" he muttered again.

Noghri were known to be exceptional hunters. The duo’s bodies were shrouded under looming robes. Crow could imagine the arsenal they were carrying. Their species as a culture hinged on honor. Once a Noghri took a job they saw it done or died trying, the fact that Yoris had two was saying something. This job was getting considerably more dangerous by the second and he wasn’t exactly thrilled about it.

Crow knew he had to let Mars know what was happening, but he didn’t see a way to do it without blowing their cover. He cut on his com and just let it play. Hopefully, Mars would pick up on any context clues he’d be able to slip into the conversation.

“Look, I wasn’t getting handsy with your girl, pal,” tried Crow hoping to talk his way out of the situation. The sneer on The Daveronian’s face hardened.

“Then just what exactly were you doing with your hands around my woman’s waist?" Snapped Yoris.

“She was—” started Crow when Jin stepped in, her fear making her voice quiver a bit, “C’mon baby, you know we’ve been parting all night, I slipped, I— AH?!” Jin’s head snapped to the side as The Devaronian backhanded her. Several beings around them froze, some took this as the perfect moment to fuck off, and Crow wished he was one of them.

The Enforcer watched Jin steady herself on the bar. Embarrassment, shame, hurt, and blood, colored her expression as she pushed herself up. Any fight she’d had was extinguished. A veneer of fear and shock covered Crow's face as he took a step back running into the bar.

“I don’t like people touching my things,” said Yoris. Behind his back, Crow, could see the security detail heading in Mars’ direction.

Aw shit… he thought. He had no way to warn her they were coming.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, I feel like I’ve got a security team headed right for me, ya know?” blurted Crow. Yoris’ smile widened.

“Apt, Mr… I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name,” said Yoris.
“Damon Kross, Hardlight Independent.”
Yoris arched a brow, “Really, I’d heard they went under.”
That stung a bit, but Crow held it together, “Oh, just undergoing a little rebranding. You’re Mr. Barnstien, correct?”

“Correct.”

That was the best he could do. If Mars wasn't through the doors before the detail arrived they'd be in trouble.

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