Initiation (CK57 and one more. ask to join)

[Gio]

"You spoil me."
"My wallet agrees hun, but I swore by you that we'd make this night enjoyable."

Malorie smiled with that gorgeous smile of hers. Such a thin waist, slender hips, curves in all the right places. Her red satin dress made her perfect. she was always perfect in his eyes. His casual grey jacket and white tee were plain. Even his grey slacks and white loafers seemed so blase to her beauty. and she was all his. he smiled at the thoght and caught up behind her, planting a strong, commanding kiss. She blushed. just like she did when they were dating. They stared into each others' eyes for what seemed like eons. He didn't want to let go. She broke the silence.

"Come on hun. My mom just told me she picked up Mopsy, we're good to go." Mopsy was their pet name, for their daughter.

"All right Race you to the speeder?"

Thirty Minutes later

"I can't beleive you got us such good seats" Mallorie pecked Don on the cheek. He'd gotten a table right near the entertainment. a jazzy kind of slow jam rang out through the packed club. Just when it all semmed perfect and the waiter had just started serving hot rolls. It went down hill from there. as people began hitting the dance floor in the dimly lit club, a stranger dressed in grungy clothing came up behind Mallorie's chair. he was a lug, pure muscle. He was older maybe forty, but he didn't hesitate to act like a child. he leant over the chair in his leather jacket.

"Let me tell you a secret hun, I'm Larbo Casales, biggest badass this side of The Strip. Look, I'm not gonna waste your time. I've got money and....a very special something for you, if you come home with me tonight."

Not one to cause commotion, Mallorie simply pushed the alchol drenched man to the side. Don was filled with rage, bu5 kept his composure for the sake of the date.

"Sorry, just not that interested." she said sternly.

Infuriated, the brute grabbed Mallorie's wrist, twisting i.

"Now you listen here, you're gonna come with me or..." befoore he could finish a sharp knee came flying into his gut. Though much stockier, this shorter man felt the full embrace of the now standin, donatello's knee. He buckled, falling to the floor, gasping for air.

"Now...I suggest you walk away sir, before I cause an even bigger commotion." The stoic, yet evil sounding Don said non-chalantly. The band had stopped playing. Wait staff was surprised. And there were no guards tionight, as they had unionised not but two days earlier. The club eemed to stop and look towards the scuffle.

"Now, I can help you up, if you..." before he could finish Don noticed an alarming amount, mabe five, men stood up and picked up the guy on the ground who had hurt his wife. Still in pain from the knee to the gut he exclaimed.

"Fifty credits to the man who whoops this skinny giant's ass"

Oh no. he had a crew with him. They rested their supposed leader against a table. and all of them cleared a large area. It was Don's fight to lose. outnumbered five to one, he stood in a fighting stance, hinting for his wife mallorie to back away. It started with a skinny, green skinned alien. he lunged with a long haymaker. Time seemed to slow down for Don. With a flick of his left hand the puch came down under his arm. And before the alien could react, Don had a full lock on his right arm, with his own left hand. With his free right hand, Don went under the alien's elbow, palming it upward, bending and snapping the alien's arm by the elbow. as the green alien fell over in pain and screams, Don lunged forward at a bulky human with a scarf covering most of his face. He jumped forward using the kinectic energy from the jump to land a harrd knee to the man's forhead. he fell over quickly, and with a large thump. Unfortunately, before he could turn around, the third man grabbed his arms. and before he could react, the forth man grabbed his legs. The fifth man came forward with a strong uppercut, hitting the immobile Donatello square in the chin. Don felt the pain, but refused to do anything but flinch. It was excruciatig as the reamaining boss and the fifth crew member wailed on him, punching him in the stomach and face. All he could hope for, was a little divine intervention. he needed a good samaritan to help him out.

 

[Mars]

Cypher watched the ensuing struggle as it played it before him. It was a classic one to say the least, one Cypher had dealt with on multiple occasions. The tall man was most definatly skilled, a trait Cypher could certainly admire, having taken down two with ease before getting ganged up. Cypher wore his usual outfit, trenchcoat and rimless glasses. As always, his lightsaber was clipped horizontally to his lower back and his handcannon sat in it's usual shoulder-rig. The tall Umbaran stood from his chair and approached the conflict....

The man who had struck the Echani with the uppercut never saw him coming. Cypher grabbed him and spun him around, quickly locking on a Thai clinch and smashing the man's face in with his right knee, knocking him out instantly and sending him to the floor. Before anyone else could react Cypher dropped a huge right handed haymaker on the one holding his legs and sent him sprawling out as well. With that he drew his pistol, cocked the hammer and pointed it directly at the 'leader's chest.

"This slug would blow clean through you, leaving you to die of bleeding both internal and external. I suggest you leave my friend here alone and leave, now." Cypher said. His voice that was normally warm and friendly had a coldness that only a trained killer could accomplish, it was likely the man would run out of the establishment.

 

[Gio]

Wih the man holding his legs gone, all Don had to do to the man holding his arms was swipe his with a low leg. Tripping the teenage-looking mobster with one movement, left him open for a kick to the ribs. The Umbaran who had assisted, and who was holding the gun was a major help.

The leader lifted his arms, and it seemed like all his mobsters got the message too, as they all stood up.
"Okay bro, we're gone. I swear you won't see my face again, just don't shoot me bro."

The bloodied and beaten crew ran out of the clubsome unaware of who to be more afraid of, they guy breaking bones or the guy with the gun. And as Don turned to thank his new colleague, a thunderous applause rang out from the club. The waitstaff insisted on gree meals for the Umbaran, Don, and his wife. He accepted graciously quickly hugging his wife before extending a handshake to the man who may have saved him some blood.

" Don walked away with little more than a sore chin.
"Thank you. That was some pretty cgood leg work you got goin there. Not half bad reflexes either. Donatello Firenze, and you are?"

 

[Mars]

Cypher watched as the stupid thugs ran from the bar and holstered his pistol back where it was. He raised his hand in acknoledgement to the cheers and shook his head at the offer of a free meal, he had more then enough credits to pay and wouldn't deny the man business. Cypher smiled towards the new man, who introduced himself as Donatello, and shook his hand firmly.

"The name's Cypher. Thank you for your kind words Donatello. Mere thugs don't deserve to win based on numbers. You appear skilled yourself, a martial arts backround of some sort?" He said to the man in his usual friendly tone before turning to a waiter and handing him a credit chip. "Everyone's food and drink is free, put it on here, add a nice tip for yourself." He whispered before returning to the Echani. "Would you mind if I ate with you? I have an opportunity for you."

 

[Gio]

The Umbaran seemed more than generous, he seemed down right stoic. He actuall reminded Donatello of the monastery. Before a state of nostalgia rolled in, Don graciously accepted.

"By all means, have a seat Cypher, we'd love your company."

Donatello took a seat at his table. The club seemed alive once again. Alll was cleaned up and food, music, and a general happiness filled the room once again. Donatello sat eagerl next to his wife, whom proceeded to plant a large kiss on his cheek. She looked up at Cypher with a laerge welcoming smile.

"Thank ou for what ou've done. My name is Malorie and it has been a pleasure to have met you thus far! I can only imagine how hospitable ou are when your not saving lives!" They both chuckled lightl as Donatello spoke.

"Now, you spoke of an oppourtunity, of what kind m friend?"

 

[Mars]

Cypher took his seat and listened to the two speak. They seemed like a very happy couple together, which was rare these days. It seemed every family was torn by some form of drama or another. Cypher flashed a smile before he spoke again.

"Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Malorie. I'm sure you two have heard of Jade Galactic correct?" It was a rhetorical question, everyone knew Jade. "Well, I'm the head of an important part of the company, we'll call it special affairs. I would be a success story, representing what you could one day earn, with a salary of over a hundred thousand credits monthly." To be exact, he made a 150,000 a month. "Without running you through any tests, if you make it in at a bare minimum, I could promise at least ten thousand a month. However, if your as skilled as you just indicated, that increases exponentially. Also, as my first man recruited, I'll personally fund an apartment for you and your family in the Upper City on Coruscant. That is the begining, there is more if you are interested."

 

[Gio]

10000 on a bare minimum? That was 120,000 a year. Slightly higher than a doctor's salary. With that much money on the table and a house in Upper City, how could he refuse. It would help his family. It would help alot of people.

"Mr. Cy[her, I..."
Before he could finish his wife interupted abruptly. "Hun, with that kind of money, I'd be able to stay at home! HE ACCEPTs!"

Don laughed slightly. she was obviousl very eager. Don's serious yet open demeanor resurfaced.

"Assuming this really is Special Affairs, I'm not gonna be a desk jockey correct. And for tat matter, with a job title like Special Affairs Officer, what would my job be entailing?"

Don stopped his toughts and looked around. it was obviousl too populated a place to ask questions.

"Look. I like what your putting on the table and I would graciousl accept right now, but you need to know a few things first. I am a man of intergrity. I will use a slug thrower or laser rifle when I'm bloodied, beaten, and out of options. I prefer physical action. And most importantly, i will not jepordize my morals, no matter the mission. Secrecy is a strong point of mine, but sin? Leave that to another man...."

He paused.

"I doubt we'll have any problems right?"

 

[Mars]

Cypher chuckled as Donatello's eyes widened and his wife burst out. His more serious nature returned in short order though, asking if he would be a desk jockey.

"Donatello, in my short time of knowing you, have I appeared a fool?" He said with a laugh. "That would be an enormous waste of talent my man. You're essentially a bodyguard to the companys higher-ups. Most of the time, as I've taken a bit of a liking to you and you're skill set, you'll accompany me. What weapons you choose to use if needed are entirely up to you. Most of your gear will be custom made from our manufacturing sector. I'd suggest a ranged weapon of some sort, just for the sake of looking normal. For example, I have a little ace up my sleeve that I can show you later on, it's rather suprising to my opponents when it comes out to say the least." He said, of course referring to his concealed lightsaber. "We'll likely have no problems. Eat my friend, we may discuss things after the food."

 

[Gio]

"You have no idea how good that sounds!"

Donatello was starving. The night had begun horribly. but now things seemed to be looking up. The jazz quartet played a light single as the club was lightly abuzz with conversation. You'd have been amazed at how the city swellers almost ignored the entire fight that had transpired no but five minutes ago. As Donatello had been speaking, he hadn't noticed his pasta had arrived. He also hadn't noticed his wife, scarfing down food as if she had never eaten before. he laughed as he politel twirled his noodles on his fork, ingesting and savoring the fine prepared meal. When he had a pause in his meal, noticing his new Umbaran co-worker hadn't ordered anything himself, he began to speak.

"The job sounds perfect. It'd be a pleasure working with you! And I can guarantee my reliability. I've been doing high profile security work for almost ten years now. And as far as sidearms go, I've got a 'backup plan' in mind. Am old revolver slug thrower from Training sessions. That's my last resort. My weapon true to life? well, there's a reason why i call it "Oni" As ou said we'll speak buisness in a minute. For now, you must be starving! I know you didn't come in here hoping to recruit. You should eat!"

Mallorie was working a sweet roll as a waiter was waved down to take the Umbaran's order.

 

[Mars]

The waiter came over and Cypher merely ordered a drink, some water. He had eaten well before Donatello had arrived and was not very hungry by then.

"Don't think me rude friend, I ate a large meal before you came in. Enjoy your food, it's on me, order as you please." He said smiling, it was the truth. "About that revolver, I'm a bit of a slugthrower enthusiast, if you would like, I could improve it a bit for you." He said, the waiter bringing him his water and taking a sip. "I'd love to see that weapon of yours after we leave. Perhaps we could go to my place to discuss things further."

 

[Gio]

Donatello found this man to be very warm heated, filled with good intention. He accepted hapilly. as he was about to bite into another chunk of pasta, his wife jumped suddenly. she exclaimed 'Oh no!" catching the attention of several patrons who found she had interuppted the mellow. Don looked confusedly at his wife.

"What's wrong hon?"
"My mother! She still has Julie! We're about an hour late! Look, i'm gonna catch a cabover there. me and Julie will spend the night at my mother' and we'll see you tommorow hon! Okay?"

don realised that the whole fiasco had burned into the date time. Before he could speak another word, she grabbed her purse, saying "I love you, have a good night" as she power walked outside to an already awaiting cab. when did she make a call? All Don could do was shake his head, acknowledging his new Umbaran friend. "I'm telling you Cypher, I love that woman and my daughter to death, but they're both crazy!" he laughed as he took the last bite out of his pasta. With the meal done and the club winding to a slow buzz, it was time to leave.

"well all my gear's in my speeder right outside. We'll split the bill 50/50, i insist on it, ill grab my gear and well discuss this somewhere privae. how's that sound?" Donatello beckoned for a check, which the wait staff refused to give to the "heros"

"Well their obviously insistant on free meals. Hospitality goes a long way, eh?" Don stood awaiting Cypher to accompany him to his vehicle.

 

[Mars]

Cypher stood and laughed at Donatello's jokes, he was a good man. A good family man too. "Split the bill? You are insane, you pay for nothing when with me." He said in a lighthearted tone, but meaning it. He called the waiter over and slipped him a credit chip with about two thousand on it. "For the excellent meal and hospitality, the rest is yours for service." He said with a smile.

"Lead the way my friend." Cypher said, gesturing towards the door. "I'm renting an apartment not far from here, it's rather nice." He said, showing him directions on a small datapad.

((OOC: Feel free to skip to us arriving at the apartment.))

 

[Gio]

"Pretty nice? This hotel room looks better than my house!"

Elegant stone carvings, extra larhe foyer, even twing king sized beds. It was absoloutely marvellous, and this was only the room! Don couldn't even begin to phathom the intriquicies of the man's home. Fully geared, Donatello snapped back to the Umbaran.

"Let me start off by presenting my firearm."

Donatello removed the revolver frpm his waste, spreading ir open and laying it out on a nearby (very expensive looking) marble table.

It's a sinle action revolver. .44 ACP, fantatic range. High power, six shooter. Horrible iron sights, pretty bad recoil, and the loudest bang this side of the inner core. I oonly really kep it as a formality, but if you think you can make The Bull any better, I'd love your assistance." Don had yet to demonstrate his katana, which was in it's sheath, as he wished to save the best for last.

 

[Mars]

Cypher sat down in the lavis couch next to the table and picked up the gun. It was very solidly built and likely reliable, but also very heavy. Donatello admitted it was loud as hell and some sharp recoil in addition to awful sights. Cypher drew his own sidearm, an embodiment of perfection in his opinion. He dropped the mag out, revealing a single-stack magazine of the massive .460 rowland slugs, and cleared the weapon ejecting one from the chamber. He then handed his baby to Don.

"This is my personal work of art. Years went into making it. Perfect night sights, an amazing grip and weapon feel, a trigger so crisp it'll make even a man such as yourself want a gun like it." He said before emptying out the revolver. "While I could do some work on this, how would you feel about a new weapon entirely? It won't be as nice as mine, but will surely outclass this, no offense." Cypher said smiling.

 

[Gio]

Donatello thought hard. Taking the gun into his hand, he felt like an action movie star. Nit those cheesy look ay me I'm so cool cause I have a gun feelings. no. He felt like this, like this was no coward's weapon. Only one of heart could mold, let alone hold such a fine peice of craftsmanship. He mock aimed at several locations in the room, realising he spin and took aim much faster with this weapon. he was amazed.

"No offense taken. If you could get me a pistol half as good as this, my philosopjy might change slightly1"

Don lauhed knowing full well that his sidearm was oonly to be used if there was no way he could get to his katana, or to his opponent.

 

[Mars]

Cypher laughed aloud and stood, walking over to a dresser and opening the twin doors. From the two swinging doors there were no less then eight pistols, all of similar design to the one Donatello held in his hands but not to as a rediculous standard as that one. The colors varried too.

"Well my friend, welcome to Jade. Pick your weapon." He said witha smile.

 

[Gio]

The various assorted guns left nothing to the imagination. alll were built with precision, power, low recoil, and low noise in mind. The array seemed to spread into color categories, but one caught his eye. He took down a black and white pistol. If seemed detined for him, as the grip fit his hand perfectly.

"How's this one?"

 

[Mars]

((OOC: Your pic didn't work lol))

Cypher nodded as Don selected a handgun of his own, his backup actually but he wouldn't need it anymore. "You couldn't have picked one better. Now, what's all this I hear about another weapon? You seem to be saving the best for last like I am." He said with a grin. It was likely Donatello would be incredibly confused once he saw what Cyph's little 'ace' was, but first he'd let him show off his favorite weapon.

 

[Gio]

Donatello was eagerly exstaticed. the new ACP was a beautiful black hue, with a smaller grip and...well it was just a fantastic pistol. He saw several extra magazines laying on tthe bottom of the cache which fit his pistol. he assumd they were now his so stuck them in his pockets. The room seemed to glisten when his favorite weapon was mentioned. His smile was struck ear to ear.

"aaah! You wish to see....the Demon?"
From his side he withdrew his sheath. He held the entirty of the weapon in front of him.

"This blade, named Oni by the monks, was made for me when I was just fourteen. I've never partedfrom it, as itt is, quite the fantastic blade."

Don slowly unsheathed the katana. it glistened in the high glow of the hotel lights. a truly stunning blade. Don flickedd his wrist in what look like dangerous manuever. He spun the blade so the hilt faced Cypher, so he could hold and examine the blade.

"My pride and joy. a mega lightweight cortosis slash durasteel blade. Tested and able to to cut through four armored men in one sweep. In the monk language, Oni means Demon. If this blade could talk, it would tell some crazy stories. Hell I even held my own against a Jedi wanderer. And if he hadn't used that force Push on me, I would have got him! but i digress. Hold the blade, examine it. Even you'll be impressed!"

 

[Mars]

Cypher grinned at his eagerness, he was obviously very proud of the blade. Cypher himself was not overtly proficient with a katana but was no fool and took the blade. He was amazed by the lightness and excellent feel it had, knowing it was also deadly sharp. Cypher then flipped it around and handed it back over "That is a most impressive weapon my friend. I would let you try mine, but you may hurt yourself." He said, calling his lightsaber to his hand with the Force and a smile on his face. The snap-hiss of his blade igniting filled the room and the two were bathed in it's azure light. "This is my baby. The weapon I'd use above all others. I am a master of it's use, with more then forty years behind it." Cypher said before extinguishing the blade and returning it to it's concealed position.

"As you know now, Jade only hires the best, well I represent the best of them. You have the opportunity to join the ranks, will you answer the call?"