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The OOC
"This is the motto of the Black Sun. We do what we want, when we want, and there won't be anybody to say otherwise. Get ready my friends, the Black Sun are coming back."
"This is the motto of the Black Sun. We do what we want, when we want, and there won't be anybody to say otherwise. Get ready my friends, the Black Sun are coming back."
Nar Shaddaa
Standing upon the guardrail attached to a balcony of one of the many, many balconies that Nar Shaddaa had to offer in their city of skyscrapers, Causarius took a deep breath of the polluted air with her mask off. A torrent of laughing and violent coughing followed and, just when it seemed as if she might fall, the Sithspawn replaced her mask, stepping down as she did.
Turning around, she viewed the seven men and women behind her, her eyes squinted from the smile underneath her mask. These seven were her elite, hardened criminals, each worth more than ten mercenaries from the Cartel in Causarius's personal opinion. Holding up an arm, she questioned them.
"Look at the galaxy, what do you see? Do you see a fruit, ripe for the picking? Do you see a tree, old and dying? I see a powder keg, a powder keg just begging to be set off. Shall we lite the fuse?"
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Three men stood outside of the compound, the last stronghold of the old Black Sun on Nar Shaddaa. Outside, the compound looked no different than it normally did. Three thugs at the door, a sniper on the roof, and two mercenaries smoking Death Sticks on a balcony. Yet Causarius knew better. Her handpicked following, she stepped boldly forward and towards the entrance.
No guns were raised, no alarms sounded. As she approached, the thugs saluted in the best way they could muster, which ended up looking foolish nonetheless. These men had heard of the call to arms, they had seen the head of Fer'ate on the holonet. They were afraid. They feared the men and women behind Causarius, they feared the weapons they carried and the air they held, and they feared for their own lives more than anything in the entire galaxy. Even a stupid beast could understand when it was time to switch sides.
Causarius did not stop till she entered the compound, the men outside not giving her or her posse a second glance. Inside, a group of nearly thirty men sat and stood around in the lobby, as if they were waiting for her. Immediately, they stood in her presence. However, Causarius did not stop till she came in front of the one mercenary with the most commanding air about him. Then, she waited for him to speak, not bothering to look at him.
"Old man Smi is inside, he and his band of thirteen loyalists have barricaded themselves inside the safe room. We've captured the weapons vault, but we're sure he has a few of the weapons in there with him. It's a pleasure to be serving you now, Boss."
Causarius took a cruel look in her eye as she turned, her voice rasped as she replied.
"Kurios, call me Kurios."
Without twitching, Causarius reached out with one of her strong arms and grasped the man's neck. With one arm, she ripped the man off his feet and to the floor, smashing his head in and spraying blood everywhere. Laughing, she added.
"And you'll find that betrayal is not looked upon kindly in my Syndicate now. Betray me, and you'll all find yourselves like this man."
From that point on, she spoke not a word till she arrived at the door to the safe room. The Safe room, really just the old boss Fer'ate's office refortified to give the man a chance at life for months if he could make it inside under a worst case scenario, which was currently occurring. However, the massive Durasteel door could be opened from the outside with an eighteen digit code, a code Causarius had conveniently retrieved before beginning their operation.
Stepping aside, she looked over her posse and took off her mask, showing her horrid face plastered with a horrid grin. Reaching out to the panel, she spoke.
"Get ready to breach."
Inside, 13 men had hidden themselves behind overturned tables, large chairs, and anything else they could set up for cover. But it would not be sufficient. Causarius was confident in her handpicked seven, the men inside would fall in the first volley.
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