Those who are dead do not speak. (Ask; Be aware of my posting time)

[Incubi Priest]

Eul Tymn's face bore the epitome of apathy in its stressed features. The warehouse, a very primitive one, was the stage on which Eul's career would undergo a drastic change. War would be started with one shot, maybe more depending on his mood. Never before in his life had the short druglord been nervous, but with the barrel of a slugthrower placed firmly against the back of Belial Embi's head, he was quite shaky.

"What you are doing," the Umbarran said casually, "is assassination of a very powerful political leader. My planet would rise up against you. You would fall. I am an important man who is by no means expendable. Your empire will collapse. Your income will be decim-BANG!!!"

The trigger had been pulled. An array of gore splattered on the cold durasteel floor. There was no one else in the room, other than a cloaked figure with approximately the same height as Eul. His voice was high pitched, as if his lungs were filled with helium.

"You made the right choice Mr. Tymn. The war that will ensue from this is in your favor, no matter how it looks on paper. Put out the call."

Eul turned and bowed in respect to the anonymous helper.

"I trust I'll be hearing from you soon?"

"Oh yes Mr. Tymn," the sinister voice responded, "very soon indeed. Now...put out the call."

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Eul sat in his office on Alderaan. It was hidden in plain sight and none dared knock on the inconspicuous door that read: PUBLIC RESTROOMS OUT OF ORDER. Either out of acceptance of the ostensible facility malfunction, or actual knowledge of the building's contents.

Communication consoles surrounded him. He had contacted some of the most reputable men and women in the galaxy. The dejarik board was being set up with all the pieces, and Eul knew that the game would start soon whether he was ready or not. So he awaited contact, (some via console, some in person), so that he could start the war on his terms...

 

[Random Hero]

Two male voices echoed from outside the office. One voice was gritty yet eloquent; the other one had a complete lack of sophistication. The first man spoke with agitation in his voice. "C’mon, we're late. This job is big I don't want to blow it because of you. Not to mention that it's out of order, in case you missed the sign you dumb ****." The other voice interjected angrily. "Shut the **** up, I don't care if this guy is a god damned Hutt, I gotta take a piss." As soon as his words ended, the door flew open and slammed against the wall, the man's foot hanged in the air as he looked in to what he thought was a restroom. The man took a step back and the other entered. He looked down at Tymn and spoke with no knowledge of the man's identity. "Sorry about that mate, my retard brother (The other man's voice yelled, "**** you Johnny." from outside the room.) thought this was a bathroom. Do you happen to know where a..." The man called Johnny looked down at a small piece of paper before he spoke again. "Eul Tymn might be?"

 

[Incubi Priest]

The Gossam looked up at the dangling man before turning his attention to this Johnny. They had a reputation for lethality and ruthlessness: two things that Eul Tymn both respected and needed. Releasing the hanging man from the barrier against intruders, Eul took the pistols from his desk and holstered them on his sides. He shut the door and waved the two in.

"Please, take a seat and we'll discuss your business with Mr. Tymn."

 

[Random Hero]

The other man quickly went for the chair; but the man named Johnny smacked him hard in the side of the head and took a seat. "You stand dingus." The other man angrily took a step back and leaned against the wall. Johnny turned to the Gossam and introduced himself and partner. "If you didn't know already, we're the Hunter Brothers. You can call me Johnny Boy, and that nutcase over there is Crazy Andy." Andy gave a dismissive nod to the Gossam; he looked preoccupied with all the gadgets in the room. Johnny looked at his brother and shook his head speaking quietly. "He ain't been right since a kid. Our pappy took to beating the crap out us for no reason. One day he smacked Andy with a pistol across the head and he's been far out there since." Andy looked toward his brother hearing his words; but ignored it and kept gazing at the machines. The man Johnny pulled a smoke out of his pocket and lit it. After two inhales, he started to talk business. "So, what are we looking at here? Protection? Kidnapping? Killing? What?"

 

[Incubi Priest]

"A bit of all actually." Eul smiled and tossed him a bag of orange powder that slightly warmed the hands at touch. "That's Eragian Spicepowder, some of the best in the galaxy. That one bag can easily bring in fifty thousand credits, and that's if you're cutting people deals. A sign of good faith."

Breaking a line out of another bag of the same product, Eul snorted it and almost jumped out of seat. Shaking his head furiously, he grabbed a bottle of spirits and turned it up, downing most of it.

"Damn that'd put a Hutt ten feet under! A war is brewing, that I have intentionally started. My associates did extensive research, and you two come highly recommended. There are some children of the Umbarran aristocrats that are in need of very slow deaths. I intend on making the deaths public, with my involvement being pretty obvious. I need to stir up the little flies that intend on disrupting my reign of power. You'll be working with a very reliable friend of mine who has proven his worth time and time again. I trust this is not a problem?"

 

[Random Hero]

Johnny took the bag and weighed it in his hand before tossing it to his brother. Andy opened the bag excitedly and took a deep breath of the powder. His eyes bulged and he sniffed violently for a few seconds before tossing the bag back to his brother. “That is some good shit, you can give Johnny the cash, i’ll take some of that as payment.” He stated still trying to level out from the hit. Johnny smiled before he turned back to the Gossam. “Sounds straightfoward to me, we’re in. Where and when do we meet your friend?”

 

[Incubi Priest]

"I would have him meet you here, but too much traffic in and out would get some Mr. Goodeed rolling in here to stop any inappropriate business, and he'd have to die. There's a small pub not far from here, bright orange, real ostentatious. A Mr. Saabal will meet you there. He'll be inside drinking a very noticeable purple alcohol. Merely mention the business at hand and he'll know it is you."

Taking a swig from the jug of liquor, Eul finally calmed down from the hit of powerful narcotics in his system. He smiled inside at the two men, neither apparently have any grip on sanity or reality. This was good to him: insanity was the only foolproof safeguard from fear.

 

[Random Hero]

The Hunters exited the office gingerly to avoid any suspicion. Johnny lit a cigarette before he beckoned his brother to head to the bar. Alderaan was very different from Coruscant. It did not have that stench of fear and desperation. The two men stood out from the rest of the crowd on the street, which was something they had rarely experienced in their normal areas of operation. They walked for about five or six city blocks before coming up on the pub. Johnny tossed Andy a pack of smokes and nodded toward a bench in front of the building. “Stay here and for ****s sake don’t do anything, I want to get off this planet without any problems.” Andy sat on the bench, lit a cigarette, and answered with a calmly stated “**** you.”

Johnny entered the pub and immediately spotted the purple drink on the counter and took a seat next to the man. “What can I get you son?” asked the bartender. Johnny turned to the man and answered, “A beer would be nice.” As the bartender walked away Johnny nonchalantly placed the bag of orange spice in front of the man before asking, “So, how are we gonna do this?”

 

[Incubi Priest]

The Zeltron turned to look at the spice and let out a charming laugh. His eyes lit up in sight of this addition to his collection of mood and body enhancers. Pleasure was a most valued part of the Shade's life, and it reigned supreme above all else. This, of course, did not breed well with his inborn sado-masochism.

The sociopath took out an ornate syringe and filled it with the slightly luciferous violet drink. He plunged it into his veins and fueled his lust for pleasure with the notourious Devastating Inferno.

"You're going to enjoy working with Eul. This type of product sells at a very high price. Shaheem." Eamic nodded to the bartender with his parting word and nodded them to follow, trusting they would do so.

"We have three targets. Or rather, three groups of targets." He lit a smoke upon exiting the bar. "The families must be taken out due to inheritance and vendetta problems, before we eliminate the target themselves. This will also fuel a rage in our enemies that will draw them to us, as well as make them lose their head with insatiable grief. Quite a little turn for the worst on their part, wouldn't you say?"

 

[Random Hero]

Johnny followed the Zeltron out of the bar. He took a large swig of his beer and hurled it at the side of the building. "So? We doing this guns blazing? Or are we slicing and dicing? The guy we spoke to before said that it had to be slow and painful; and I can do that with a gun or knife." Andy, who remained seated on the bench turned to the Zeltron before speaking. "Yes sir gun or knife it don't matter. Another question? How many targets we got? The Gossam told us it was family members of some guy that Eul Tymn wacked; but he didn't give us a number." Johnny lit up a smoke and looked up to the sky. "**** me, looks like rain. If you want we can head back to our place and plan this shit out? We got some toys you'd probably like to take a look at too."

 

[Incubi Priest]

"I suppose accompaning you to your abode will be the best plan of action. Rumor of dead planetary leaders spreads fast, and when said leader was a corrupt one, many unwanted ears arrive on the streets."

He looked up at the sky as it became progressively gloomy, but quickly returned his attention to the three hundred and sixty degrees around him. Of course, the force sensitve was using his petrenatural sense of perception to anticipate any danger. Eamic Saabal's life was something many men wanted terminated, on both sides of the legal fence.

"I'll follow."

 

[Random Hero]

The Coruscant Lower City, a true testement to the corruption and evil of the Galaxy. The aroma of death and decay filled the nostrils of those who walked down here. The brothers led their associate toward an old abandoned warehouse, the main entrance was completely sealed off. Johnny turned to the Zeltron and pointed to a small lift on the side. The lift led up to the roof of the building, which was were they entered. As soon as the door openned a screaming, horrified voice echoed throughout the building. "Somebody help me please... get me out of here." Andy snarled and made his way to a door that was labeled The Happy Room, "Gimme a minute I have to go shut that mother ****er up." Johnny continued to walk down a narrow hallway and explained, "One of our other jobs, we were assigned to take that guy hostage and wait for our employer to contact us with futher instruction... we never heard from him again. Here we are take a seat." Johnny indicated to a grimey and large table littered with beer bottles, old food, and ammunition. He went to the refrigerator and took out two beers. He tossed one to the Zeltron and took a seat. Gun shots rang out from The Happy Room and several moments later, Andy came out dragging a body covered with a grey tarp. "I'll be right back, gotta take out the trash." Johnny laughed for a moment before turning back to the Zeltron. "Alright, you wanna let me in on all the details now?"

 

[Incubi Priest]

Eamic laughed at the corpse. The pansexual Zeltron often indulged in necrophillia when the mood suited him, and this night happened to play host to one of those debauched moods. However, he was not too upset with the loss of what could have been a new toy: necrophillia was better used as a tool to further an innocent's psychological trauma.

"I can already tell that I am going to enjoy working with you two. Sadism truly is a magnet that draws its kin." He caught the drink without taking his eyes off the tarped body, turning back to Johnny as it was drug out. "Belial Embi, a name you might be familiar with, was recently disposed of for angering our employer. Unfortunately, he was the dictator of an entire planet and the leader of a prominent crime syndicate.

Both the faction and the planet have recovered, but vengence is needed for closure. Its not for sentiment, mind you, but rather necessity. The politicians know that if Eul Tymn is not brought to justice, the proles will question their guidance and perhaps rebel. However, the investors in the syndicate are our main problem.

Mr. Embi was known to carry a heavily encrypted datapad with all of his business information. It was also the only copy of said information. We have this in our possessoin, and are working on its decryption. For two reasons, Eul is a hunted man, or so he seems. In reality, he is the predator.

You following me so far?"

 

[Viggy]

Loptrodok was moving casually through the inconspicuous Alderaanian office building, looking for the door marked ‘PUBLIC RESTROOMS OUT OF ORDER’. He had been told that particular door was the door into the office of one Eul Tymn, a man reportedly willing to pay for the services Loptrodok had to offer. The shapeshifter was in his usual form of a handsome human male, dressed in a smart and fashionable business suit so as to fit in among all the businessmen in this building.

He knew his superior, Miss Arran Bishop, had to be around here somewhere. She always liked to keep an eye on him while he was doing these sorts of side-jobs. As he finally found himself at the right door, he knocked upon it lightly.

 

[Incubi Priest]

There was no reaction from the door when knocked upon. For all intents and purposes, it was an inoperable bathroom. A dim voice, not even a whisper, emitted from some hidden speaker. Where the voice came from was a mystery, but the tone was very audible.

"What kind of schutta knocks on a restroom door, let alone one thats out of order? Its unlocked. Open it."

 

[Viggy]

Frowning slightly at the response, Lop opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His hand appeared to be in the pocket of his suit coat, but in fact the shapeshifter had transformed, moving his clothes (which in reality were part of his body) and his skin aside so as to allow himself to lay his hand on a blaster pistol that was literally hidden inside of himself. Just in case.

 

[Incubi Priest]

Automated turrets focused on the man at his entry, and a myriad of nearly indestructable locks secured the door shut behind him. Sitting behind his desk, the Gossam moved frantically with a stack of paperwork in front of him. After all, managing a galaxy-spanning crime syndicate was no easy work, especially in times of war.

"Sorry for my rudeness, but I mean c'mon, surely this isn't your first dance." Eul looked up and smiled, a cig hanging loosely from his lips, "Hands out of your pockets. Had a guy of mine busted not long ago from a tiny little transmitter. It was old enough to go unnoticed by my scanners, but it had to be hand operated. So please take no offense from me asking you that."

 

[Viggy]

He turned his head just slightly as the door was locked behind him, but didn't make any protest. He also didn't complain when the man asked him to take his hand out of his pocket, doing so with a shrug. Lop figured that if Eul had wanted to kill him, it would have happened already, as there were lot of turrets in here. Plus, since he used an electronic device to call him inside, the Gossam could easily have not been in the room when the shapeshifter entered. Just the fact that they were actually meeting face to face meant he was somewhat trustworthy, in Lop's eyes.

"None taken," he said simply, sitting down across from the crimelord. "And it may have looked amateur, but I think good manners are a valuable thing."

He smirked, leaning back in his chair. "So. How can I be of service, and what will I get for it?"

 

[Incubi Priest]

"Eh, I used to be pretty prominent in ethics and the sort." Eul said with a shrug, clearing a spot on his desk for another pad of forms that had to be filled out. Most were legal (for the loopholes), but some were only certified in the criminal underworld. But even there, bureaucracies existed.

"Then the power set in. Then money, drugs, women, etc. Listen kid," Eul had the habit of refferring to people as kid, even if they were older. To him, age was measured with what you had achieved, not with years, "that's the key: power. Once you have that, you're a juggernaut. Anyway I appreciate the manners, its testament to your character and whatnot."

Eul tossed him a bag of the orange powder like he had to the Hunter Brothers.

"Use it or sell it, thats your call. Its just a sign of good faith. I got two names for you: Retto Veraber and Eamic Saabal. You know them? Or of them at least?"

 

[Viggy]

The Shi’ido was hundreds of years old, so he couldn’t help but smirk when this crimelord called him ‘kid’. He had also tasted quite a lot of money and sex in his time, though he ad avoided gaining too much power or doing any drugs. Both were dangerous, and in his opinion, weakening. When you had power over people you were always afraid of losing it. Nonetheless, the position seemed to suit Eul, and Loptrodok gladly accepted the spice, slipping it under his suit where it promptly disappeared inside of him. He hoped none of it would leak out of the bag and actually get into his system.

He shook his head at the question. “Never heard of them. Are they targets?"