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  1. "You are cleared to dock on landing bay 3927L-9. I assure you Black sun has no operations here as we are an independent company." Twelve Turbo laser battery towers and twenty four point defense cannons tracked every movement of the Imperial armada in a nearly impenetrable AA grid, if the imperials deviated of showed any hostile intent they would be killed like a ship on a non faction world like mandalore. On the platform 3927L-9, a heavy defensive guard were set up, forty Black Sun Wing guard in their blue uniforms stood ready should any thing go down armed with heavy weapons, turrets, missiles, and the like. Assistant governor Chalik Garstan in her red and blue tunic stood at the entrance with another twelve troops as a greeting force a friendly grin on her Green Rodian face. Her hands clasped behind her back. Heavily armed cloud cars zipped around the cityscape overhead.
  2. Cathryne Atali's eyes narrowed as she watched her display from the governors mansion in the highest tower of the cloud city. By the force... That's an imperial ship. she grimaced, her sharp teeth bared behind her blue lips. Making up her mind swiftly she went to the command center at a jog and ran to the communications centre. She triggered the unit and broadcast on known imperial frequencies. "Imperial forces, I must inform you that we are an independent installation outside of both GA and Imperial dominion, though you seem intent on beginning some kind of armed conflict I have a better solution for you. Please feel free to land and install an imperial garrison. We are surrendering the facility to you, that is unless you take hostile action. I hope you will respect our libertarians paradise we have set up here and allow this facility to operate normally. Please advise." Turbolaser batteries and point defense cannons powered up all across the cloud city, and the 10 thousand man wing guard mobilized in case of hostile action. Catheryne herself and a large contingent of wing guard made their way to the central core in case the station was to be seized. What is happening? Why are the imperials out here so far outside their borders? That would be a question for the viewers of a dozen holonet networks that were now recording the imperial ships, their anchors asking the pointed question; Is this War?
  3. The profits were raking in. DOLLAH DOLLAH BILLS Or more likely, Credit chips up the wazoo. Black Sun Base Commander, Cathryne Atali, a Twi'lek of a blue complexion was sitting in the high spire of Bespin. Casually counting billion dollar chips that had been spliced off a Hutt Lordling. Business is good. It wasn't like the Empire or CoreSec was really going to do anything. She shrugged. A bunch of children in police uniforms.
  4. Horatio made a 'tsk tsk tsk' noise and patted the man on his shoulder. "Now now, let's not be rude..." He gestured and a very attractive female human nurse came forward. She bagan to wrap Mopreme's wound in the most sexual way possible. Horatio smiled. "Let the girl do her work, then we will think about getting you those pesky blasters eh?"
  5. The shuttle carrying Mr Mopreme arrived to the Dubrillin headquarters after a series of three hundred and twenty micro jumps. The Agents hauled the man to the medical facility where he was stripped of all weapons and clothing, and dunked rather roughly into a bacta tank. While six agents watched showing no emotion. When the man was hauled out, lead agent Horatio was standing over him. "So, welcome to Black Sun, simply enough...join us or....I could smother you with this here pillow. You see your hands are bound to the bed railings. Make a decision man!"
  6. Horatio sat back and listened to the new communications coming through the holo line. A new push for business. Good. He punched in a few comm numbers and listened to the dial tone. They were busy so he used the official PA system at the Dubrillion facility. "We need agents to head to Coruscant right away. Time and a half salary since you aren't student employees like the poor Black Sun Youth. But let me say you must be dressed in full suits. Mission details will be in the packets upon the shuttle chairs. Two shuttles. 40 agents needed. Thank you. KBS 4832, time marking 1900 hours." Within an hour, two shuttles filled with heavily armed men and women departed for triple zero.
  7. Horatio laughed heartily. His agents lowered their weapons a milimetre, "So now we go through training, please walk through this scanner that will show us any weapons or bugs." He gestured to the guards manning the laser turrets. "Blow the ship asunder if it even starts to move or power up." He walked with the lady to the scanner....
  8. Horatio smiled eagerly to the young lady, and bowed in turn. By her dress she was here to join the ranks of the harlots. Strange that she would keep such a ship in such a line of work. He gestured to the side. "I assume you are here to join the Companions by your dress. Lord Smash will most likely be greatly pleased by you. I must say, what are you charging?" He did make good pay, and she was quite pretty. Who knew.
  9. Horatio spun softly in his chair, twirling his pen back and forth when he recieved a comm from a ship in the outer edges of the territory. He activated his COMM and sent a clearance signature to CASSANDRA. He and a group of forty-five well armed and armoured agents accustomed to shooting down ships walked down the the designated landing pad. It was showtime.
  10. A Com arrives for Terra and Malin, via Horatio on Black Sun channels.
  11. The casualties added up, until they were easily in the tens of thousands. The bombing raids lasted hours, and many families found refuge in their shelters, though the raging fires soon suffocated a great many of them in the pillars of wretched black chemical smoke. It was a horrible disaster, and one that the Black Sun were only too happy to exploit. Bombs continued to drop on the crowded cities, and the quarries and mines were thoroughly raided, stealing billions of credits worth of supplies and beskar ingots. Though the Black Sun had been here several days, there was no inter-galaxy response. The severing of communications had been a fatal blow, especially with the Mandolorian factions scattered as they were. On the sixth day, there fell silence. The unmarked ships ceased their bombing runs, and an eerie silence fell onto the great ruined cities. And soon another group of ships arrived. A subsidiary of Black Sun, its connections hidden by thousands of back-door companies. FEMA it was called. A galactic relief force, that brought medical aide, engineers, and psychological counsellors. Relief was finally here, along with almost a million body-bags, and newscrews. But the Black Sun agents and squadrons were already long gone, escaping back into the hidden bases of the great Black Sun. The next stage of the plan had begun.
  12. Mission perimeters had been sent, as well as the shuttles and dedicated agents, approved by Vigo Delta. As he had taken over the mission, all other requests would have to go through him. Horatio shut down the responder link, as all agents needed were already sent, and there was no need to have more random people showing up. So the agents went back to watching the various entertainment offered throughout the base. It was awesome.
  13. Horatio sat in his golden chair, more like a stool really, but it didn't matter. It was still freaking gold. He ran his hands through his gold-red hair, he was thinking again. A very dangerous passtime to be sure, but the thoughts were of genocide and conquest. He steepled his fingers and smiled. His thin, pale, pale lips stretching across his white teeth. He picked up his comm link and sent a quick transmission to his agents abroad. It was time for a strike. For conquest and the glory of this mighty black sun. He spun his chair to his corporal, "Prepare the army for war, death is upon us, marshal the bannermen. We strike for deep space within the day!" Across the system, black sun fighter squadrons and light vessels began to power up. Many were fitted with missiles galore, and the pilots prepared for the coming mission. The ground forces assembled as well, the mission teams assembling in squads of 12 under their bannermen. Together, they armed and boarded the shuttlecraft. The strike would take the systems unawares. Horatio himself armed and began his preparations. War was coming.
  14. Horatio sat back, analysing his various holo records. He had decided to sell the naming rights to the great and mighty Lord Ar-Pharazon as ordered. Within several minutes, the comm was sent and Horatio was back to looking at his files. A small holo beamed back at him, a young girl with blonde hair, pointed ears, with shocking green eyes. Oh and she was getting tortured horribly. He checked the name and saw he labelled as a jedi padawan. After several hours of research, he found her master's comm number and sent her a message, telling her of the girl's location, and that a agent had been dispatched after the girl. Humanitarian perhaps. And was that pot he smelled? What was Jacen doing up there?
  15. The tourney was coming swiftly to a head, thousands of men, and it had come down to two. Lord Felkwy of Cloud City and Lord Justin from Coruscant were now galloping down the fairway, their lances levelled! Then the comm beeped. Horatio groaned and made his way to Smash's office. Horatio still wore the dress of the tourney, a yellow satin doublet over chain maille. Horatio brought with him a leg of mutton and some mead for smash, as well as a serving wench to make the digestion more comfortable. He smiled and opened the door. "Mi'lord? How may I be of assistance?"
  16. The agents went about their festivities, jousting went for another go. And the men marched through the lists. The names and banners advancing as others were left in shame. A great deal of mead and happiness were doled out. And in turn, the file about the encounter was uploaded to the bases' commander, a Vigo by the name of Delta's RCAA3 network. Including the photos of the captives, and small videos of their ordeals. Then drunkenness took over. And the music became loud enough that those miles away could not sleep.
  17. The black sun agents and their commander boarded the Golden Ark with much fanfare. Obscene amounts of alcohol and drugs were distributed to the crew by young black sun slaves who handed the drugs and alcohol from woven baskets as they skipped down the corridors, barefoot. High quality death sticks flew like flowers from their hands, littering the floors with a thick layer of illegal substance. It was then that the Black Sun delegation made their way to the torture chambers where the captain was residing. The Black sun agents were dressed very peculiarly, in tabards and tunics of yellow satin. With a black shining sun embroidered upon the breast. Some wore halfhelms, and chainmail, though their commander, Michelle, wore full plate armour. Black as pitch, with gold tracery. Bobby-Sho's birthday had been a ”œGrand tourney of the Ancient Renaissance.”
  18. Within the Black Sun control tower, a party was underway, complete with the finest Twi'lek dancers, Corellian Ale, and even a tub of spiked pudding. In the heat of the party, the outcast agent, Michelle, stood at her station, trying to ignore the two drunken agents fawning over her. She had a job to do, even during Bobby-Sho's birthday bonanza. A small alert toned on her control panel, and she toggled the comlink, scanning the vessels in orbit. There was one, a Slaver ship, the Golden Ark, floating racistly overhead, that hadn't been cleared for landing. She sighed and spoke into the commlink. ”œSlaver vessel, The Golden Ark. This is Black Sun control. You need supplies and refitting? Seems like you've seen a lot of battle. Head on down!”
  19. The eyebrows shot up a little bit, "Abrin? So you want to kill someone over the course of several hours? Are your sure? I am sure a jedi could easily live from that, but it is your choice." He placed a small glass bottle of pills upon the table. "Here you are, tested to kill children with a single pill." He withdrew a medium sized canister, with a simple pull pin upon its side. "This is a chemical weapon, first tested in some of out facilities, it a highly compressed mixture of Agent 15, and VX gas. Very concentrated, should be enough in there to kill an entire city block in a matter of seconds." He laughed merrily at the thought. He tossed the droid a bag full of the various grenades he had ordered, as well as several more goodies. And yes a rocket launcher was included, with both chemical warheads and shaped charges. It was going to be hell down on Naboo. The good kind of hell. Screaming and all that shit.
  20. Horatio shook his head at the droid. ''No access to our weapons lockers, what do you think you need? I doubt you need to blow up half of Coruscant's underlevels. That would be soo original." He sighed and swirled his chair back around to hear the comm form Smash. He nodded slowly, "Totally understandable, those CoreSec are total scum, killing innocent people. Should we send them a package? Maybe a bomb? Or a cake full of strippers? Or perhaps a cake filled with strippers strapped with bombs? Or maybe we should blow up their building from the underlevels....? Would that work? No? Well crap! What if we filled baby carriages with thermal detonators, then strolled them into their HQ? Or what if we staged a protest of their work practises? "
  21. Horatio spun slowly around in his great wheeled, black leather chair. His fingers steepled, and at eye level. Or in this case, photoreceptor-level. His head slowly cocked to the side, his eyes observing the dark armoured figure. "So you want employment? Well I am sure we have use for a protocol droid here somewhere....perhaps you would like to dispense soap in the men's locker room? Would that suit you well?" He reached behind him and grasped a file folder, it was dark black, and the ink was written within the electro-violet spectrum. Something only a droid could see. He laughed heartily, and handed the folder to HK-52. "Just kidding, you know the investigation upon Naboo? I want you to infiltrate it." He smiled and pointed to the folder, "The rest is in there." "Remember, this is only a contract, you are not an agent."
  22. The great bulk of the work had been completed, the great engines that kept the New Cloud City were beginning to churn. The great beast remained aloft. Cheers erupted from the millions of workers as they set to work making the great casinos and parlours that had once made the old cloud city so great. Lavish entryways and halls were decorated with gold and silver. The prefabricated living areas for the cities residents were produced and erected en masse. When completed, it would look almost identical to the old cloud city, save for heavily armoured tibanna gas refineries. There would also be another variant, Black Sun would own it all. From the lowest street merchant to the great casinos, all would go through intense screening, and they would pay their dues, however slight, the coffers of the great criminal empire. The Galactic Alliance had abandoned it, and private industry had stepped in. A lucrative business was Tibanna Gas mining, and with Black Sun's rates, other distributors would soon come under the sway of Black Sun. It would be perfect, and would be the shining gem of the criminal empire. It had lasted since the very beginning, and it would be everlasting. As the City was christened with the shattering of an expensive bottle of Endor wine, a great banner was raised, HAIL DAISAKU! Cloud City was ready for business.
  23. A lone Ship appeared on the horizon of the place where Cloud City had once stood in all its glory. Darkness had sadly overcome that great floating city, and fate had tossed the city into the crushing depths. After several months, the situation had not changed. Other than a few scattered investigations, there had been nothing done. It was sort of sad how the galaxy could just completely forget about the deaths of millions of civilians when a single person, such as a Grandmaster, or a few Jedi council members were gunned down. At least the galaxy had its head on straight, and its priorities laid out. Some people mattered, and others simply did not. A million could die, and no one would lift a finger, but....say if a hospital was under siege....yet that is another story all together. The Heavy Rain appeared with a huge convoy trailing after it. Including the ship operated by Blackstone and Kayal. Huge construction platforms began to arrive one by one, and huge amounts of durasteel and transparasteel were aligned in a great shell. The construction of a new city had begun. This world, abandoned by those in the core, was thereby claimed by the unified criminal Empire of Smash Daisaku. The fleet of construction vessels continued their work, not a threat to the galaxy, simply building a new great city and surrounding stations. It had begun.
  24. The virus was sent to a secure facility where, upon a brief scan it was found that it would explode and release the virus. The container was put into a secure and airtight containment room. A poor prisoner was sent to tamper with it, and when the explosion went off, the virus was collected and sent to the lab. The containment room where the makeshift bomb had gone off was washed down by a group of young slaves. Who later died of the virus and were disposed of. Full scale production of the virus began that very day.
  25. The fighters scrambled high, engaging ion weapons and tow cables, the ship the Rain, was escorted back to the surface. It was stormed by a team of agents who cleaned it prow to stern. DNA was collected, all valuables were seized, and any stowaways slaughtered mercilessly. All data on plagues and viruses were seized and transported to the lab. Horatio strode aboard and smiled. Victory! Now it was time for more missions. He made several comm calls and within a few hours... A great array of ships was assembled, including the newly captured Rain, rechristened Heavy Rain, gathered at the edge of the star system. Cargo ships, construction frigates, fighter escorts, etc. Hundreds of well-trained agents with a single purpose, and thousands of private construction contractors. They were on a mission. And with that, the task force, led by Horatio, disappeared into the void of hyperspace....
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