Kabal Daisaku

His eyes pricked up, "Wuh? No... I just..." Then he slammed his fist down, "Goddammit woman! Must you be a woman at a time like this? The world doesn't revolve around you!" He then coughed up his sex life and began apologising, "I didn't mean it like that, what I mean is... I've just been stressed and consumed in my thoughts. I could never be bored with you. You want practice? Let's go."

Kabal had been pounded by the variety of stresses that seem to dull the mind to the passage of time. Even the skimpy outfits of his lover, Ki, didn't awake the tired man. I'm ending up more like my father as the days pass on... A comm alerted the young chap to the arrival of an X-wing on the premises and the possibility of a former Jedi aboard... he crossed his arms across his chest and dismissed a servant droid, asking that it leave a bottle of Correllian whiskey chilled on the table and a trio of shot glasses... He then began to tap the table with his fingers, tapping to the tune of impatience...

"You can sit on my lap and observe... as for the pelt, I believe it's about time we hunt for sport. A Jedi Master would prove an interesting trophy... however." He let his fingers tap the desk, waiting for the young Agent...

A holovid projector alerted the head of the Black Sun to the wandering presence of Will, which struck Lord Daisaku a bit under the belt. "Agent, come to my office!" Boomed throughout the loudspeakers, a droid assistant approached the wanderer and directed him towards his boss' office. Agent Will, if you would follow me please, Lord Daisaku wishes to inquire about your profession and stance with the Organization...

Sitting on his arse the whole time, Kabal managed a deep laugh, "I will rake in profits from the demise of the Galaxy, such is the way of rich and powerful men. Father would be proud." The Comms as well as the shipment came in and were replied to accordingly. Before long, Kabe's office on Dubrillion was decorated with numerous Jedi crystals... "Now only for a wookiee pelt and this place would be just excellent."

*A heavily encrypted comm comes for Agent Fett from Black Sun headquarters on Dubrillion.* "Agent Fett, this is Kabal Daisaku, go to the Last Call to meet with a very special persona by the name of Faust. I'm sure his reputation precedes him, he has requested Black Sun assistance and I have recommended you. Please take Jag and Drag with you, meet him as soon as possible. Hopefully, this adventure will be a more hands-on challenge for your skills. Daisaku out." *With that, the comm went silent and clicked off... leaving Fett to his own thoughts with his executive orders.*

OOC: Sorry... RL getting the better of me, again. If what Robbie wanted hasn't already happened... then, Fett, Drag and Jag get to it. IC: Kabal's eyes pricked up, "Well, Mr. Fett, if you'd like a more hands-on mission, I'm sure you'd care to engage in the company of one of the most infamous Bounty Hunters for a bit more full-frontal combat and discourse with the Jedi and the Alliance. Of course, take Drag and Jag with you."

"Well, Agent Fett, as productive as launching our forces into a head-on battle with the Jedi... while you may have survived and defeated the wookiee Jedi, Kirlocca and Piccolo may have locked blades with others within the Order... do you expect the Black Sun Forces as a whole to overcome the cowardly, yet still powerful, Jedi Order as a whole? We are still weak to their Force prowess. The Black Sun has always fought searching for an advantage... if my understanding of my father's dealings is correct. I have no fear that you yourself may survive a conflict, but what of young Avion or Will? Who else within this organization would dare cross blades with a Jedi on their ground?" Kabal's eyes befell the map of Ilum, "I am not forcing you to participate... it is your choice. I am also not in the need to terminate those still valuable to me, so... if you are in the mood of challenging the Jedi hands-on, consider this... You have the job to hunt Jedi while the bulk of our resources are focused on this. You can challenge them on your own terms, I only ask that you capture all of those who are Knights or Masters. A tribute to our Force-wielding allies, the Sith, may remind them of our contributions to their cause." Content with the meeting, Kabal turned his eyes on Captain Piccolo, "Take Avion Chiss and any other Operative you deem neccessary and scout the planet. Report back to me and engage as you wish... should you find it neccessary, take a Star Destroyer, a Mon Calamari Cruiser, and a squad of 10 A-wings as fighter escorts. If neccessary, Ki and I shall bring the rest of the Fleet escorted by the Lady Indiscretion." With a last pause, "As I have said, Agent Fett, you are free to engage Jedi as you see fit. Kill their Padawans, capture their Knights and Masters. Kill well... and do not negotiate."

OOC: The use of "honor" or getting into his thoughts was not intentional nor attempted. A thief and a warrior each have their own views of the same word. You don't have to be so respectful, if you choose, a bit of dynamics within the Black Sun due to disagreement is a good thing. IC: Daisaku returned the blade, "I merely sought to inspect the weapon. I had no knowledge of who attained it's acquisition. For that accomplishment alone, is vastly impressive. On the secondary note, a Mandalorian's view of honor is not the only one... though you may see it that way. Disarming an opponent, if not honorable, is tactically advantageous... and from a perspective of cutting our losses, I see honor." Pausing, if only to see whether he'd have an immediate counter-argument, before continuing... "We fight an enemy whose numbers are small but whose legends are great. By crippling their will, damaging them emotionally; we force their much larger ally, the Republic, to act." Kabal's eyes studied the Hunter with interest. "In turn, the Empire and the Sith... as well as SEED will depart from their senseless Civil War to crush a mutual enemy. Then... you may fight them as you see fit with the Mandalorian sense of honor, when balance has been restored and your target does not hide in the shadows." With a final gesture, "Furthermore... while I honor your counsel, I have spoken with Captain Piccolo, Father's right-hand man, now mine, and we see no flaw in this plan." One last second, his eyes still on Fett... "I hold little for the thrill of battle, I much more value the thrill of power and wealth... what good is power and wealth if I am dead, due to a foolish, yet honorable, crusade? However, honorable Fett, if you have an alternative to offer, I'd glady hear it."

Kabal's eyes pricked with anticipation, drawn from the hum of the lightsaber... "Yes, Captain, of course. However before we initiate a full act... I'd like to personally take part in this, the Lady Indiscretion could use a real test of its combat effectiveness. But, feel free to use all assets within our control... I trust in your wisdom. And I fear our allies may be delayed for some time... we may have to turn to less conventional sources of aid." He slid his thumb again across the activation stud, watching the energy beam fade away... "Impressive design. A priceless treasure and bargaining chip..."

Kabal's eyes befell on Fett and then on Avion, "Bring it here, Avion. Let me examine it, this may prove quite useful. I have heard of the fate of this mission before your arrivals and I lay blame on no one. As a matter of fact, Captain Piccolo and I were discussing a fitting way for us to regain our... honor, after this loss." With eyes observing the lightsaber, Kabal began to make motions of his plan, as a large projection brought images of a frosty world home to plenty of Jedi lore and legend. "With sufficient allies and planning, I wish to damage this world and off-balance the Force in this place. Let the Jedi rekindle their spirits or arm themselves in the absence of such a wonderful place." Placing his finger on the activation stud, a beam of energy emerged... "Too bad, none of us can learn to wield it. Very rare for one who exists separate from the Force's whispers to use such a weapon. We shall keep it as a trophy, whose blade, might I ask?"

"Stand up, Captain. You have not disgraced me... but we shall have our revenge. Here, Captain... you should see the plan. When disgraced, we must lash out... and this way, we shall reclaim a foothold in the Galaxy's affairs. I fear we have strayed much too long on the sidelines looking in. It is time, we take a handle on the situation." Raising his arms, "We shall await the decisions of our peers and press forwards."

((Or don't... Thanks, I appreciate it. )) Kabal stood in silence for a few minutes, taking note that only Ki bothered to arrive... "Very well, what of the exchange between the Jedi and the Black Sun Operatives?" A Black Sun Comm Officer reported back of the failures... "Very well, summon Captain Piccolo and the others, we have plans for our Jedi friends. Contact the Imperials and Lord Geki of SEED. I have a feeling, either one may prove quite useful." His hand began to tap the table restlessly... "Ki, dear, I think it is about time the Black Sun becomes reacquainted with the affairs of galactic politics." And then as inspiration strikes, "What of the Hutts, those delightfully slimy fellows are bound to be as anxious as we are to get their hands involved in anything... they do have hands, don't they?"

Through the miracles of science, the amalgalm of experimental technology and the genetic strengths inherent in the Daisaku bloodline, Kabe's injuries had reached a near minimum as he awoke, with Ki to his side. He moved his left arm and despite a sudden weakness and an inaudible screech of grinding bone... he felt better. He managed to push himself off the bed and summoned the on-hand Black Sun Operatives to a meeting room. The comm echoed across the closed-circuit of the base booming rather loudly... ALL BLACK SUN HUNTERS REPORT IN! ((Any BS Bounty Hunters here, please post meeting Kabal Daisaku in the meeting room))

Kabal had heard Fett's comm and had seen the beast attack, but it was still much too fast for his reflexes or those of a more trained warrior, hunter or assasin. He walked away, escorted by a Black Sun physician where a number of anesthetics were placed on his arms to dull the pain and bandages were settled to heal the broken arms. It had been a number of hours since the end of the duel and Kabal had returned, escorted by Ki, "Love, when my arms can move, I'd be happy to train you." Yet the matters of the Jedi Apprentice led Kabe to slightly more important matters. Barking orders to a Black Sun Operative, "Contact the Imperials, I am sure they have connections with the Dark Lord of the Sith. They may find this bounty quite interesting. Contact Fett directly and tell him to head for a place to lay low, Coruscant, and we shall contact him shortly. Just let him know, it's open season on Jedi." With a smirk, "It's the least we could do for the ailing Republic."