Black Sun Agent(s)

They walked for some time through the dank and dark of the deep undercity. It was at that moment when it felt like they had been walking through endless miles of rubble, prostitutes, mercenaries, thugs, and gang members when they were approached by another cloaked dark figure. "The targets have been spotted in the undercity, we must take out her guards and teach the royalty here not to tour the undercity. We must teach them the meaning of fear." Horation nodded, and they started out again. "Let's roll boys!"

Horatio smiled, "Where are my manners officer? Of course I do need to pay the docking fees...." He withdrew a large credit chip and handed it to the man, "I believe this should cover the costs...." A very large amount, and enough to buy anything he wanted within reason or necessity. Horatio gestured to the recruits and the boarded the turbolift to the lowest levels of the Tarisian city. The place where lowlife thrived in earnest. Where they would find a their targets.

The hooded figure nodded and presented his ID to the man. And bowed. He pulled back his hood revealing the weathered facade of Agent Horatio Allister. "I am here by the orders of Black Sun to lead a scouting mission of sorts for several targets that may be within Tarisian space, my apologies for the interruption." He gestured to the recruits, "These are fresh recruits who were in need of training, as such I have led them here to train. As far as I know Black Sun has not had many dealings here." ((Yikes didn't know you were still around...hehehe, I will depart and leave your thread alone if need be.))

The Black Sun training shuttle emerged from hyperspace over Taris. It was well disguised and after a bit of waiting breezed through customs. It landed on the surface of the planet, and the pilot shooed the new agents out the door, it was time for a little alone time for him. A good nap wouldn't hurt anything... When the agents left the docking bay they were met by a shadowy figure. "Greetings trainees, let me show you to your targets..."

Horatio looked towards the shuttle, and waved. The pilot knowing the signal from years of working with his friend began the ascent towards the heavens. The pilot spun around in his chair, and gave the mass of agents a cold stare. He had seen far to many of these types of agents die horribly. And if they were lucky they would only loose one or two agents, most likely the new recruits. Once they had cleared the gravity well of the planet, the ship shuddered and the lights of the distant stars turned into a mass of light. Hyperspace. Destination Taris.

Horatio nodded, and sheathed his knives. Then looked to the two of them. "Well my trainees, I believe I may have a mission for you two to partake together." He withdrew two small datapads from his pockets, containing mission parameters. "Don't die please, a shuttle will take you to Taris." ((Basically board the shuttle make some good explanations of the shuttle, its pilot etc. I will then fly you to your mission. Check PMs for mission parameters.))

Horatio continued talking to Blackstone, when he heard movement from behind him. He turned Khedryn was looking like he was going to attack Blackstone! Horatio crouched and grabbed his two long slender knives, and brought them into an 'X' blocking the dangerously swinging blade. "What in the name of Hades are you doing Khedryn?! We are training, NOT MURDERING!" This man was aggressive, and if he wanted to fight Horatio to the death then so be it, attacking another trainee 'cause you felt like it, was not ok. Perhaps the man wanted out of the organization. ((Heh, aggressive are you? Please wait to attack unless I give the word alright, especially since Horatio has not told you anything about a duel.))

Horatio nodded to Blackstone, "Well in that case, we don't need to kill you then, you can commence training with..." Horatio turned and spotted the man who had turned into something completely different. "...This person" Horatio looked at Khedryn, he sure complained alot. "Training takes more then 5 minutes Khedryn, we will finish in time. It's not like you have a date or something is it?" Horatio hated back talk. He really did. Heck, he had already bypassed a ton of necessary work to get these men into the training phase. And now one of them was complaining about it. Was life really that tough?

Horatio's eyebrows raised slightly, "Well sir, you are right in the middle of our training grounds. The operatives guarding this place must have been asleep if you don't even know where you are....." He nodded to the surroundings, "You are inside the provisional headquarters of Black Sun Criminal Syndicate."

The annoyance was the thing that bothered Horatio. He glared at the man, ”œSir, just to let you know, there is a ton of training left, including several missions ere we can let you just fly around with our name attached to you. If you aren't prepared for this, I would recommend walking away now, while you still can. Otherwise, shut up and learn!”

Horatio turned the grin to a smirk, true the man was very good with his pistols, yet he wouldn't be expecting this. Horatio, withdrew an archaic weapon of war. A long broadsword. Almost no one nowadays ever used these things, save if they were forced into close combat with a Jedi. And it was very very unlikely that, Khedryn would have trained with a swordsmaster. Luckily Horatio was one. Sure this man could out-shoot him any day. But this was a skill that every black sun operative needed. For far too often, things disintegrated into close quarters combat, and the man with the sword or knife beat the man with a rifle any day. "Familiarize yourself with this weapon, I am sure you are no expert with such an archaic device.....you will be using it soon after a few more drills." He tossed the long blade to the man. It was a beautiful sword, handcrafted on some backwater world lightyears away. It even had the Allister family crest molded in crimson into the curved handle. This would be a good test for the man.

((Alrighty, good post, but a warning: I am ok with you posting this character's actions including conversations, but others will not be so generous. You have to let the person control his own character. So in the rest of your posts be careful to play your own character you can post a few actions of other characters, just not the conversations”¦)) Horatio accepted the tea that he was offered, and smiled. ”œWell, it looks like the med students really did a number on your arm eh?”

Horatio, withdrew a wicked looking object from his vest, then smiled. It was a scanner, "If you please, can you revert to your normal form? Just for the medical test." When the man had done so, the test began. DNA was collected. Blood tests were drawn. Horatio smiled as the put the man through thier tests. He seemed like a nice chap. He would do fine here. "Your results should be back within a few minutes sir."

Horatio ambled alongside the new recruit, his eyes scanning the man for aggression. Luckily there appeared to be none. But still the holdout blaster that Horatio kept up his sleeve itched to be used. Though perhaps it also just plain itched. Metal, even if partially covered by leather did wonders to exposed skin. He no doubt had developed quite a rash. Something that his wife would definitely not be happy about. She had always been ragging on him to not come home with some strange rash. She had even accused him a few times of being unfaithful, because of rashes like that. Well the fighting had driven him insane, he had stormed out of the house and signed right away himself up for another long deployment to the field. Oh how he regretted it, with a child on the way, no one should be alone on a backwater planet lightyears away from her husband. It almost made Horatio cry, he was so sorry, and yet he was stuck here on this God forsaken place far away from everything, with only a few friends, and a whole lot of people that wanted his position. Oh wow, here they were at his office. He opened the door and gestured the man inside. He swiped the datapad from the man's hand and gave it a quick scan. A freaking Shi'ido! Well that made things different. "Well sir after a quick background check we can get under way with your medical exam...if you permit it."

This man was interesting to be sure. So he wanted to join Black Sun to stir things up eh? Wanted to create change? Well some of the agents were perfectly fine with the current administration. "Hmmm, well you seem like a nice guy, so I will give you a warning. Don't speak of wanting to stir things up around here. This organization has had enough change for quite some time. But I respect you, here" Horatio handed him a datapad. "Fill out your personal data, then turn it back to me. And walk with me to my office." They started off down the long corridors. (Basically, fill out your species, name, little tidbits of past.)

The operatives below were a little on edge. Some of them had only a few weeks left of service, others a few days. It wouldn't do to be killed when only a few days of the contract was left. It had happened before. The operatives maintained defensive positions, and Horatio strode forward. He gestured to the operatives when the human walked down the ramp with his hands in the air. He nodded towards the man. "So....you are interested in joining our operations?" Unseen by the man, there were still snipers trained on him, in case anything 'went down.'

When the YT-1930 Misfit Rouge exited hyperspace, the long range sensors upon the surface and the asteroids that orbited the lush planet identified the personal ship. The multi-spectrum scanning comm unit picked up the ship's personal comm to the surface. The Black Sun agent Horatio Allister, in charge of Base operations, and the head of the skeleton crew of Black Sun operatives, was currently taking a refreshing nap. The commlink buzzed next to his ear and he jumped. Striking his head against the low ceiling of the desk. That woke him up. Rubbing his head, he opened the comm channel to the ship. "This is Black Sun Operative Horatio Allister, you are cleared to land, head to...." He looked down to the printout "Landing bay 60, a group will meet you there." He motioned to the other operatives and a group, heavily armed set out for Bay 60.....

Talizabeth watched as the base was destroyed, horrified by the distruction. A tear formed at her eye and it ran down her cheek. It was horrible that someone could order such an attack. There were very few survivors, maybe not even a dozen. She made a COMM to all the surviving agents, including those in starfighters to try and protect the medical ships as they jumped into hyperspace. Once the medical ships made the jump, Talizabeth ran towards her ship, hoping she would get out of there alive. The resistance to the attackers had failed, the attempted retreat was ruined, there had been countless deaths in the proccess, and Talizabeth felt completely responsible. Her chance to prove that she could command agents had failed. Not only that, but Crosa had been killed and Silas was now captured. Now in her ship, she logged into the Black Sun database to see what information their attackers had gained. Luckily, it was just a few training articles like how to make a hand made bomb out of bathroom accesories. Someone had obviosly erased most the files in time. Thank the force.. Talizabeth started up her ship and took off towards space. She met some resistance, but managed to get through the ships into space. Now in space, she jumped into hyperspace headed towards the revendous point that Blac Sun had recently set up and would have to erase soon. She had left this planet with something that she had not had when she had landed on the planet. A sense of failure...

Quote: Talizabeth raised her eyebrows in surprise as a very large ship entered the atmosphere. Her astonished look soon turned to a frown as many tri-fighters and Vulture Star fighters appeared out of many vents that were all over the large ship. This was quite unexpected. Quickly she made an announcement to all Black Sun agents to start evacuations, starting with the medical frigates and have the pilots protect the ships. Talizabeth added that she needed to have their finest agents come to her for instructions. When the Agents quickly came over, she counted how many there were. It was enough. It seemed that Jacen Onnd, before taking off, had sent some fighters out to defend the base. He also seemed to have set a self destruct on the base, giving them only 45:00. She smiled he was very good... ”œOk, ladies and gentlemen. It seems that someone got some funny idea that they should attack us. As you heard, were evacuating, but we need to be the last to go. While were waiting, take care of those assassins. Anyone who can pilot a ship, get in one and take care of those star fighters. Let's go.”

Talizabeth was watching the Holonet News Service Broadcast on the 7:00 news, suddenly there was a news flash. There had been an attack on Corasant. A rather fat ma was reporting on the disaster, ”œToday the criminal Syndicate Black Sun has struck again, three civilian transports where boarded, and promptly taken over by a group of criminals from Black Sun, Only two were identified, known as Delta73, and Crosa Hoverich.”

Talizabeth screamed as the stormtrooper tackled her, and she was subdued byt the troopers. Laying on her back, her side felt as if it was on fire, Blaster bolts had if by some miricle missed her Internal Organs, But it still bloody hurt, not to mention she was losing some blood, though the wounds had been caturized by the heat of the blaster bolts. Piccolos comm ringed in her earpiece, but she really didn't have a choice, They had ristrained most of her but not her left arm. Talizabeth reached into her tunic pocket and withdrew her trusty vibro-knife. The man who had subdued her had his head up, exposing some of his neck under neath the helmet seal. She whipped the knife over his exposed neck, and blood sprayed onto her and the floor. She caught the man as the rest of the troopers opened fire, and she manuvered him in the way of their blasts. Talizabeth grabbed his E-11 and shot the rest of the troopers as the blasterbolt began to eat through the man she was holding. After the stormtroopers had stopped twitching. She let the man fall to the floor. She quickly retreated away from the battle and made her way to the med-bay that had not been captured by the Imps. She quickly recieved treatment...and was ready to fight once more. The wounds were not healed but they did not prohibit her movement much...

Talizabeth ran through the halls of the Citadel her red hair streaming behind her, chased by a squad of stormtroopers who had came into the prison bay. She had left the Kal-Koran to their care”¦ Heh”¦I hope they kill him”¦. A stormtrooper rounded a corner in front of her and she whipped up her blaster and popped off a shot. The blast caught the man under the chin and he was dead before he hit the ground at her feet. She quickly took his thermal detonator and primed it as she continued running towards the control center. As she rounded the corner she saw she was already too late, they had captured the control center and she could see one of them on the computer screens confusing her fellow agents and helping his own men. She whipped up her blaster again and fired three shots blowing out the main controlling terminal at Denton's hands. The Stormtroopers were amazingly quick to react. ”œThere she is, get her!”

Black Sun prisoner shuttle Malta emerged from hyperspace above Artus, and began its desent to the planet with Jaden Kal-Koran and his Brother's and Sisters DNA aboard. The ship touched down and began unloading it's precious cargo. Talisabeth ecorted jaden to his cell, and Agent 24601 took the DNA to the cloning bay, where he put each DNA sample in individual tanks and waited for them to become alive. Talisabeth and the other guards put Jaden in his cell, and locked the door and lowered the blast shield. Talisabeth though remained behind until the man became conscious. he jolted awake and Talisabeth leaned forward and said nicely, "Don't worry, you brother and sister are being cloned as we speak, and you are safe. Your armor was destroyed by Crosa but Delta managed to retain this safley." At this point she held out Jadens helmet. "Now anyway I am Talisabeth Garren, your guard." She smiled and awaited a response from the stuncuffed man.

The prisoner shuttle Malta lifted off with the prisoner Jaden Kal-Koran confined within it. Agent Talisabeth aimed her Blaster rifle and the unconcsious man. and sat back for the long trip. As soon as the Malta was out of the Gravity Well, it launched into hyperspace with Delta's ship right behind it...

CHARACTER SHEET: For these two agents Real Name: Kyle Meren / Telisabeth Gerrern Nickname: Agent 24601/Agent 26371 Age: 22/ 17 Species: Mandalorian/Human Height: 6"4/ 5.10 Weight: 200lbs/110lbs Hair: Black/Red Eyes: Brown/Green Sex: Male / Female Homeworld: Concord Dawn, Corasant Alignment: Good Clothing: Green Tunics, and Blastproof armor. Weapons: DC-17 rifles, E11 blaster rifles,2 slug throwers MP5 class, Thermal Detonators, Detonator packs. Non Force User Inventory: Armor, weapons, clothes, credits, passcards Posessions; Nothing worth mentioning