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  1. Remo begins to chuckle quite hilariously in binary as Zepex chuckles rather awkwardly behind his Master in response to the Tusken's words. So much so, that Zepex briefly worries that Remo may have fried a circuit and goes to check the small R3 unit only to be brushed away. As Remo begins speaking in return, Zepex translates. "Master Remo questions if you mean the old Hutt Palace that sits destroyed upon the cliffs? Zepex briefly inquires, allowing a brief moment of response before Remo begins speaking again. "No. That is a farce. The real Palace lays beneath Anchorhead itself, long ago constructed by Dordjooba the Hutt himself, last of the noble Hutt Houses to grab hold of Tatooine. Now its merely under the control of the Hutt Cartel by way of a lesser Hutt." Remo looks at Zepex who looks at his Master in return before both gaze at the beings before them. "Master R3-M0 doesn't care how you go about tracking and acquiring the intel, only that it's done and Oshen Cremp is brought to Mos Espa alive for the extraction... There's a shiver in Zepex's voice as he translates the final part. "... So that Remo can extract the Intel himself." With that said, Zepex steps aside and Remo stares at the Cathar with only what could be described as a smile in his photoreceptor eye, an eerily long beep followed by a boop with no telling what was being processed through his tiny mainframe.
  2. Operation Archorage Part I Anchorhead, a place some would call the captial city of Tatooine, others the capital den of scum and villainy. For Remo, it was so much more. As the droid stop atop the ridge, Zepex beside him, his calculations were infinite. Tatooine could be so much more than a backwater desert planet, it could more than a mere den of pirates, smugglers, assassins and their ilk. And his vision, albeit incorporating it into it, Tatooine could be the capital of the rising Black Sun from the ashes of it's old former. And that was just his absolute intent. Hearing the roaring of machines coming from behind, R3-M0 turned to great those whom have held true to their oaths and creeds, the select few whom still held honor among thieves, the faithful. As Dusk, Draven, Tusker, and Swaav poured out into the setting twin Suns, Remo saw faces anew and old alike gathering before him, the singular shared newfound purpose glimmering in their eyes. Zepex stepped forward as Remo's translator, first offering a friendly hello to the only Vigo present @Skarr before turning to Tusker, Dusk, Draven, and Swaav. "Master Remo thanks you all for both your trust and your patience during these trying times, especially after the loss of Dark Sun and the betrayal of Delta - Seven Three." His gaze shifts between the five current members, letting Remo's words be heard despite the R3 unit's incapability to be truly heard outside binary coding. "But Master Remo does not wish to dwell upon the past either, instead focus on rising from the ashes left in the previous's wake. Forget the past of warriors, forget the past of militias. For here on out, we return to our roots as Assassins, Smugglers, Pirates, Criminals...." Remo rolls forward past the five members of Black Sun that he recognizes and gazes upon @Rose Cariadus, @Wyvernfall and @Durose Roshan, inquisitive about their potential, especially the one he recognizes as Mandalorian. With a few bleeps from his form, Zepex translates it to their "Welcome." before Remo returns to the front. His photocepter glowing a vibrant red against his green and white form, it was time to get serious. As Remo's binary voice begins, Zepex is quick to translate. "Now for the reason you've all been summoned. Anchorhead has a lot of history, especially among the Hutts. It's been theirs for as long as they have held a presence upon Tatooine." Remo's gaze shifts to @Wyvernfall. "But now is the time to claim it for ourselves. There is rumor of a known Associate of the Hutts here in Archorhead, a Krem Dor'phan who often rendezvous with a childhood friend, Oshan Cremp, outside the Hutt's Palace. Find and follow this Krem Dor'phan until he leads us to Oshan Cremp. Once we capture Oshan, Krem is expendable. But Oshan needs to be taken back to Mos Espa alive. It's the only way we can attain the codes to and the whereabouts of the Palace's underground entrances. Any questions?"
  3. R3-M0 A small ship arrives in Anchorhead's port unrecognized as it spins around and softly sets down. Passerbys rarely make note of it, and Anchorhead's Security Forces barely acknowledge it outside the ship's minuscule ID transponder codes. Yet, the being aboard was larger than they could even fathom, the harbinger of villainy that was about to rock their entire world. And as the ship's ramp fell upon its surface, quakes shook upon the other side of Tatooine. The small R3 unit known commonly as Remo rolled down its ramp, Zepex in tow. Comms across the underbelly of Tatooine began to light up with chatter, so loudly that if local law enforcement had even attempted to intercept any of them, their units would explode or short circuit from the sheer volume. But Remo and Zepex went about as if nothing was out of the ordinary, their goal just outside of town upon a ridge overlooking the entirety of Anchorhead. And in a few hours, they would arrive, and following, Operation Anchorage. Swaav, Tu'can'ra, Dusk Tu'can'ra chuckled briefly at Dhon, her smile concealed by the helm that covered her face. "You are quite the character. It's a shame we have to eat you now." Tu'can'ra let her words linger for an awkward moment before bursting into a small fit of laughter just as Rose and Rru stepped out from the refresher. "Ah. Here they are now." She stood and swayed her hand in their direction. "Rose, this Cathar here has been tasked with returning a piece of your armor." Yet, before she could truly finish, Dusk strolled up and whispered into her ear, the strange Swaav lously heard down the hall laughing and what sounded like dancing. With a smile Tusker spoke to the group in its entirety. "The Master has returned. He is here, on Tatooine, with his first act as Head. He calls us to Anchorhead." Her gaze shifts to Dhon. "And you, Cathar, are welcomed to join us if you wish.... No jokes this time. She finished with a smile as she thought to herself. She could truly enjoy his odd sense of humor if he could stand hers. Draven "Yes, Vigo." The Mandalorian replied as he licked his own fingers clean of the meat he still chew upon with an unusual admiration. Swallowing the last bite, he adorn his helm once again and began to make his way outside, summoning his ship by nature when a encrypted comm came across and forced a smile upon his face. He gaze shifted back to Reaper. "He's arrived. Remo is in Anchorhead." Draven spoke as his ship touched down just outside the door. With a new found spirit, Draven sprinted toward his ship and up the ramp. While he awaited Reaper, he checked his weaponry with lust, knowing that war was just around the corner. When Reaper would board, they would be on their way.
  4. The small ship containing R3-M0 and Z-3PX landed aboard the newly launched Titan within one of his luxurious hangars designated for the Black Sun. As he waited for the ramp to lower, Remo looked toward Zepex, having the droid relay to its former Master that it had agreed to the compensation of thirty percent on the condition that Zepex became a permanent liaison between the Intergalactic Banking Clan and the Black Sun. With that said, the small R3 droid rolled down the ramp and headed toward @Zalis Krales, Zepex quickly in tow once the message had been relayed. When Remo arrived at Zalis's location, he was excited to see the remains of a bloodbath being cleaned, including a form being dragged away to a nearby disposal chute and Zalis stepping out from a nearby refresher, his constant beeping and blooming echoing his chilling laughter as the fond memories of his filleting the Imperial Empress coming to mind. "Master Remo says hello." Zepex translated for R3-M0 as the droid's binary words became lost in its usual translation. "And that Project Alimony has been completed with the Intergalactic Banking Clan on Scipio, with I, Z-3PX, being a permanent placement as Liaison to him a bonus, making translation him an easier feat."
  5. Solivus Rez was a common Muun, capable enough to have the ears of the upper echelons, but held no real power himself. As soon as R3-M0 gazed upon the man, he knew why Zalis had chosen him as a contact. Not high enough to become a problem, but just the right position to make the scheme work. It truly was a flawless setup, unsurprising of Zalis. As soon as Remo wheeled up, Solivus spoke. "You must be the representative that Zalis Krales informed me of." The moon spoke slowly, his elongated fingers crossed as he sat behind his desk, Remo gazing around the restricting study. Remo replied in Binary, to which Zepex translated. "I am R3-M0, and you must be Solivus Rez" "That I am. And what does the Lady wish to give in return for my services?" He spoke, his eyes shifting at the possibility of recieving a higher commission, evident by his tone and picked up by his elevated heart rate. Zepex once again translated Remo's reply, both nearly gasping at such a low number. "Ten Percent." "Surely your lady knows better than that. My services cost no less than forty percent at worst." He spoke in return, almost insulted at the number that Remo had offered up at his own behest. Remo gave a binary chuckle, or at least one that resembled one, Zepex turning the the little one in a quiet surprise. "Surely you jest at your Master's price." Remo went silent, his glare causing the 3PX unit to nearly tremble into a shut down before he responded, allowing Zepex to unwillingly translate. "R3-M0 states that his Master only allowed him room to negotiate to twenty percent and no higher, with instructions to terminate you should you ask for more?" The last of course coming from Zepex as more of a question than a statement as he shifted to Solivus who gazed at R3-M0 in disbelief. "Surely you jest... why I have never... impossible... the payments to keep the others quiet would take half that." The Muun replied, tripping over his words both in insult to injury as well as the fear falling upon his face as the small R3 unit sat in eerie silence. "Thirty Five would be lowest I can go, and even then I cannot promise anything." Remo remained silent, his gaze firm and sturdy upon the Muun as he gauged the sapient. Thirty Five would displease his Mistress and Remo would not have that one bit. And as the Muun began to realize this severity of it, his heart rate and blood pressure began to rise as sweat began to leak from his flesh, Remo pondering briefly how it would cut against his saw. Zepex quickly noticed the wheels turning in the R3 units head and began to worry when it spoke up for Remo. "Master Rez. Wouldn't it be pertinent that we agree to a thirty percent cut, and offer myself up as a liaison to Master Krales in hopes of a better standing relationship?" Zepex spoke, turning its gaze from Remo to Solivus in order to please both parties. "It seems R3-M0 is not in the mood to displease his own Master at such a higher rate than they are likely used to dealing with in smaller operations. Perhaps I could express the necessary costs of such a larger and more secure operation." "Fine." Solivus spoke, the disdain in his voice evident despite his lack of awareness that Remo had long drew his saw blade earlier which prompted Zepex's own negotiation. "But be sure to express that such an operation can not fully function at less than thirty five percent, barely covering the cost." With that, Zepex lead Remo out of Solivus's office and the two began their trek back to the ship Remo had arrived on. As the walked Zepex questioned Remo. "Were you really about to cut Master Rez because of the higher price?" Remo beeped in a reply, causing Zepex to pause in his stride at the R3 unit's response. "Murder him?
  6. Astrographical Information Stationary or Mobile: Mobile Current Location: Colonies Grid Coordinates: N/A Physical Information Hyperdrive Capabilities: Class 4 Size: 610 Meters Physical Description | Exterior: Standard Physical Description | Interior: Standard Physical Description | Other: N/A Hangars: Standard with addition of Private Hangars Tactical Information Faction Affiliation: Black Sun Crew Complement: 135 Fighter Complement: N/A Shields: Standard Armaments: Twin Blaster Cannons(8) Defense Protocol: Civilian Patrons JediRP Canon History A new design by Chandrilla, made specifically for Black Sun, the Chandrilan Class II starship is the top of its class when it comes to luxury liners. The cruise liner features top line staterooms for costumers to stay in along with a personal service droid in each stateroom. The liner offers up unique places for any guest to feel welcomed, all of which includes 12 different dining options, including 4 main dining halls, 8 cantinas, five grand floors of casino options and 3 theaters for entertainment pleasure. There are also 3 unique spas onboard along with 2 game centers and 3 libraries of holodramas. There is also a meeting room for anyone looking to combine work and pleasure. It is also equipped with 5 Sienar-Chall Utilipede transports for guests to travel to planet side for an excursion on their trip. The ship also has special accommodations for Black Sun, which includes a private hangar that can house up to 4 freighter size ships and private staterooms for up to 7 Vigos to stay onboard the ship at any given time. There is also a personal meeting room for them alone, and a personal office space/stateroom for Zalis. [B][u]Astrographical Information[/u][/b] [B]Stationary or Mobile:[/b] [i]Mobile[/i] [B]Current Location:[/b] [i]Colonies[/i] [B]Grid Coordinates:[/b] [i]N/A[/i] [B][u]Physical Information[/u][/b] [B]Hyperdrive Capabilities:[/b] [i]Class 4[/i] [B]Size:[/b] [i]610 Meters[/i] [B]Physical Description | Exterior:[/b] [i]Standard[/i] [B]Physical Description | Interior:[/b] [i]Standard[/i] [B]Physical Description | Other:[/b] [i]N/A[/i] [B]Hangars:[/b] [i]Standard with addition of Private Hangars[/i] [B][u]Tactical Information[/u][/b] [B]Faction Affiliation:[/b] [i]Black Sun[/i] [B]Crew Complement:[/b] [i]135[/i] [B]Fighter Complement:[/b] [i]N/A[/i] [B]Shields:[/b] [i]Standard[/i] [B]Armaments:[/b] [i]Twin Blaster Cannons(8)[/i] [B]Defense Protocol:[/b] [i]Civilian Patrons[/i] [B][u]JediRP Canon History[/u][/b] [I]A new design by Chandrilla, made specifically for Black Sun, the Chandrilan Class II starship is the top of its class when it comes to luxury liners. The cruise liner features top line staterooms for costumers to stay in along with a personal service droid in each stateroom. The liner offers up unique places for any guest to feel welcomed, all of which includes 12 different dining options, including 4 main dining halls, 8 cantinas, five grand floors of casino options and 3 theaters for entertainment pleasure. There are also 3 unique spas onboard along with 2 game centers and 3 libraries of holodramas. There is also a meeting room for anyone looking to combine work and pleasure. It is also equipped with 5 Sienar-Chall Utilipede transports for guests to travel to planet side for an excursion on their trip. The ship also has special accommodations for Black Sun, which includes a private hangar that can house up to 4 freighter size ships and private staterooms for up to 7 Vigos to stay onboard the ship at any given time. There is also a personal meeting room for them alone, and a personal office space/stateroom for Zalis.[/i]
  7. Scipio, Headquarters of the IGBC or the InterGalactic Banking Clan, was R3-M0's next stop for Zalis. With Project Titan under way, it was time to implement Project Alimony. Project Alimony was a simple scheme, a contact within the IGBC purposely bought to for the sole purpose to house Black Sun funds and launder its nefarious assets into clean and legitimate funds. It was the perfect step to finalizing a grip into the criminal underworld and a small means to covertly operate within the Black Markets. Project Alimony Landing within the hangar, Remo rolls down the ramp to see a 3PX standing there waiting for him. Curiously, he rolls over and begins questioning ic the droid was his contact, unusual to see a 3PX droid within the Core Worlds. "I am Z-3PX, designated as Zepex by the Intergalactic Banking Clan under Solivus Rez." Zepex responds. If you are R3-M0, then yes, I am your contact protocol droid requested for translation assistance. Remo stands there for a moment in silence, his droid mind leary of Zalis' motives here, but brushes it off as the singular fact that R3-M0 was incapable of communicating Basic. With a chirp and a whirl, Remo beckons the 3PX to lead the way. He was ready to get under way. After all, the faster he was done here, the faster he could return to Zalis and be done with the foundation she had laid to pave. After all, the droid hated outside contact, unless it had to do with filleting Empresses. With that memory sparking across his memory banks, Remo wheeled behind Zepex and followed the droid to his true contact.
  8. A small ship exited Hyperspace, aboard a small R3 unit designated as R3-M0 or Remo for those who knew him. His mission was a simple one, but discrepancy was the key. Remo held in his possession the drafts and drawing of a specialize ship created for the sole purpose of rebirthing the Black Sun. As the ship touched down, R3-M0 activated, his memory and circuitry coming alive with the utmost haste. "Project Titan" With little notice of the droid's presence, Remo went about his work unnoticed. After hacking into the mainframe of Fondor's ship yard, the plans were uploaded, credits deposited from an unknown source, and little trail of his work was left in his wake. Once completed, Remo returned to the ship he arrived on and departed Fondor. His mission, however minuscule, was done here. The ship would be ready in two weeks, just enough time for Zalis to prepare herself.
  9. Remo's comm chirped only a few feet away from Zalis stood, the faithful droid always near. One could see the mechanical gears and workings of his mind begin to whirl and shift as he processed her command and did as she asked. Moments later, a holographic visage appeared before the young leader with stats off to the side, one that would surely leave more questions than answers, one that would intrigue Zalis. It was an older human Male, his face scruffled by age and unkempt beard, his long locks no more uniformed than his beard as his history and criminal record readout laid beside his visage. With the sounds of whirling gears, more readouts would appear, most of the documents redacted or having details missing. And in moments, Remo's core would go silent as the droid seemingly shut down out of nowhere.
  10. Onderon was a place that Remo had never held the pleasure of visiting before. Even from space, Remo was mesmerized by its beauty and its hold upon its singular moon, Dxun. It was a lush jungle world filled with life and opportunities. But once he found himself upon its surface, he found it quite puzzling indeed. Despite its lush jungles, there was quite a chill to it, unlike other jungled worlds he had been to were humidity dropped from its many branches. The occupants of Onderon seemed unaffected, going about their daily lives in an almost utopic way, or at least from what he glimpsed here in Iziz. Yet, he couldn't quite shake this weird emotional response of uneasiness. It crept along his receptors like an invisible tendril, and had he been capable, his body would have mimicked the response of a fleshie, risen hair and all. Sticking close to Zalis, they continued on into the heart of Iziz. Zalis was unlike many of the fleshies he had met over the span of his existence, and in truth, he doubted he would ever meet another like her for the rest of it. And he wasnt quite sure why he was fond of her, but he did enjoy the way she played games with the minds of other fleshies and that she didnt seem to trust many, if not any, of them. So when she bent down to coyfully play her part, Remo smiled inside, playfully jolting her rear cheeks when she stood to finish off this Yordel and exposed herself to him. Who says a droid can't have a little fun? As Zalis continued her transaction, Remo gazed around, taking notice of a few bystanders and even the Twilek whom had just recently departed as he took in Onderon fully. It certainly had the potential that Zalis foresaw. But given the Sith presence, that was a large hurdle for even her to jump over. Turning back to her as she poised her question, all he could manage to muster in response was his usual bleeps and bloops as he went into hacking the Black Sun command lines. It wouldn't present much of a challenge for him to find out exactly what was going on at that very moment, but what presented the challenge was her imcapabilities of understanding what he was saying. "We really need a protocol droid..."
  11. Remo had never completely understood "fleshies" and their need for dressing. He honestly thought they would be much happier if they were like him and simply painted themselves. It was way better than any fashion they could come up with each week. But alas, they weren't capable of processing on the level of a droid. Except Zalis.... perhaps he would have such a discussion later about how paint is way more attractive than fabric. When she poised her question, he bleeped a numerical "Yes" before the two departed. By the time they arrived, he had already messaged ahead to have the ship cleaned, fueled, and systems checked and ready for departure. All she had to do was set the navigational charts and they would be off.
  12. As Zalis went about her duties, Remo sat in silence for the most part, boredom soon overtaking the droid and soon led him to explore his curious nature. Rolling over to a nearby dresser, Remo opened it, shifting aside paper files and a few undergarments, one set that oddly enough fell upon his translucent dome and sent the droid reeling in part confusion and part slight disgust. But it wasn't until he pull out a cylindrical object that curved together in a cone shape near the tip that things grew highly interesting. Fascinated, he wondered what it could be. Surely it wasnt a lightsaber hilt, as it didnt appear in the same fashion. Noticing that it had an activation button on its bottom, he clicked it, and soon ran about her room and office like a crazed lunatic as the cylinder vibrated with the velocity of a vibroblade within his extended claw until he threw it aside, zapping the item until it melted away into a pool of plasteel and components, and zapping it once more for good measure. Just as he heard Zalis speak, he turned his optical recorder toward her, the incidents from before fresh upon his mechanical mind as he questioned who this woman truly was to have such devices before proceeding with her requests. Onderon seemed like a decent place to visit.
  13. Remo turned on his wheel and spun, quickly trailing behind the young female as she disembarked. Through his receptor, he took in the sights and sounds he saw before him, quickly taking note of a gambling establishment nearby that he throw his hat into later and maybe rid a few of the patrons of their handful of credits. But for now, he was more curious as to the woman before him. As Zalis spoke, Remo took a holographic display of her visage, recording the memo for herself later should she need the reminder and quickly followed in her suit once again, making his own mental notes as they went. When they finally arrived at Black Castle, Remo managed to get in a few squabbles with a few droids as Zalis and one of her associates conversed, namely a few information droids as they went about their duties and nearly caused him to topple in their rudeness. He considered shorting their circuits, but felt that would hinder the ongoing workings of the place. Following Zalis into her office, he let out a whirling sigh as he shut the door behind them. Gazing upon the woman, he wondered what she held on her mind.
  14. Remo had silently been calculating Celteo's rate of success, both in the past and in the future, and knew Zalis would be pleased by Celteo's efforts. Still, the fleshie had once been a part of the Hutts he was once imprisoned to and for that, he held no regard for him. And who Celteo was behind closed doors, the inhumane things he had done in the name of his corporation, would likely get the man painted as a war criminal should word ever get out. But Remo and Celteo were the only two who remained of that by-gone era, and Remo knew well enough to keep his binary trap shut. As Zalis walked in, feeling her soft skin resonate across his dome's sensors, his gaze spun upon her. He still couldn't quite figure why he felt at ease around her, but she had not poised any threat to him yet. He found himself without a reasonable cause behind his trust in her. Remo had always been an slightly overcautious droid, but he also knew that certain things could never be explained, and in those times, he simply went with it. Plotting the course she suggested, he turned the ship toward their destination. As the Obsidian Phoenix began to settle for its landing, Remo scurried away from the controls, leaving the ship on autopilot and Zalis alone in her thoughts as he went to adjust a few settings in the sunlight engines and hyperdrive. When they had landed, Zalis would find him near the ramp and ready to disembark. He was curious as to what this new world and life he had found himself in would present to him. He knew their reputation, but only in rumor, not first hand experience.
  15. Celteo smiled as Zalis departed, taking a refill of his own glass into hand and drinking it upon it slowly, letting the spiced flavor and hint of wooden barrel dance upon his tastebuds. Everything was seemingly in motion and coming together. Shifting his gaze toward the Nekghoul, they dismissed themselves to parts unknown. ******************* With Zalis' arrival aboard the ship, Remo took little time firing the ship up and getting as far as he could from this house, his memory of not a very fond one. Once they were into the upper atmosphere and entering space, the droid looked toward the red haired beauty inquisitively, wondering what transpired with Celteo and where she planned to go next.
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