Black Sun Agent(s)

Horatio kept the blaster upon the man, until he disappeared into the building. He glanced down to the container, he grinned and walked off to the medical lab facilities. There would be some experimenting to be done. _________________________ Talizabeth motioned to the two men, Blackstone and Kayal. ”œWell then, let's get a move on!”

Horatio's eyebrows raised high, "Right now and for the next many years, I will be your boss, SAVY?" His voice raised into a high pitch, and he flicked a switch on the side of his blaster menacingly. One of the other agent's commed Jacen Onnd to inform him that this man wished to speak him, and that he would not submit to DNA testing. He was advised to keep down for the coming firefight.

Horatio shook the man's hand and grinned, "Well I am sure my superiors will love to have you on board." As he spoke again, Horatio's pleasant smile disappeared, refusing DNA? Why? Well it was SOP to do the DNA, if the man didn't want to do it, then he didn't have to work here. He brought the blaster up towards the man's stomach. "I am sorry mate, you don't have much of a choice." The other agents tensed yet again, ready for the inevitable fight to come. ______________ Talizabeth nodded towards Kayal, and motioned him over, she grinned widely, "Well it looks like you, myself and Blackstone are set to go on a mission together, you ready? Or do you have some stuff to do?"

She shoo her head violently, "No.....no teams, not this time darling, just us three....." She gestured to the other agent, Kayal. "We might take him too, he's a darling, and this mission is of the highest priority. A vigo requested assistance, so it's a daring plan ..... are you up for the task?" She smiled and rubbed his chest. This would be a fun ride.

Talisabeth grinned wickedly, her pale lips running across her white teeth. "Yeah, of course you are fine..." Her hand ran from his face down to the centre of his strong muscled chest. "Very fine indeed." She leaned forward and brushed the side of his cheek with her lips, a caress of love. She slipped a mission packet into his pocket and grinned, report to the Wraith Goddess, where you and I will go on assignment. The Wraith Goddess, a Y-Wing, was fuelled and prepared for long distance flight. It would be a long shot, but they could make it in time.

Horatio turned in suprise, there was several very....familiar faces in the audience. He turned back to Auron and smiled softly. "There will be of course tests and applications to be filled out. DNA and the like....hope you don't mind." Captain Talisabeth Rangier, approached Kayal and grinned. "There is a message waiting for you from Vigo Delta. He hopes that you and other agents may go straight to the Sith Temple on Coruscant's surface." She smiled softly to him and ran her hand through her light red hair. She put her finger to his lips, "Shhhh, don't ask questions.....I have stuff to do. Maybe next time." She walked curtly off towards the other enforcer, "Hello enforcer Blackstone, how are you today?" She ran her freckled hand down the side of his face, "Did you have a nice sleep?"

Horatio cocked his head to the side, and look the man deep in the eyes. He held up the canister in front of him and shook it softly. "Hmmm." He pondered, "Well Black Sun has many different viruses at it's disposal, not to mention gasses and actual weapons." He looked him in the eyes yet again his own brow creased in bemusement. "I will give you 5,000 credits for this canister and its viral load." He looked at him again, "And you will be able to join the organization!" He extended one of his hands in a gesture of peace. While the Agents in the background tensed suspiciously, this was the moment of truth.

Horatio looked across the clipboard as one of the lackies brought it on over. He looked to the canister in one hand then back to the board. "Well you are woefully unqualified, and you modified a virus eh?" Horatio's eyebrow raised sceptically. He dropped the clipboad and tossed the canister from hand to hand as he approached the man....Tengu or something. "So you want to join our organization eh?" The agents lowered their weapons a notch and looked to each other, knowing smirks upon their masked faces.

Horation instructed one of the younger agents to fetch a clipboard. And when he returned, Horatio affixed the Black Sun employment history attachment to it. It was then tossed (underhand, I might add) to the applicant. Horatio then reached into the bag and withdrew the container of virus, careful not to upset it. He gave it a look over. It looked like any other virus container, which was of not much importance to Black Sun interests. "Is this a newly manufactured virus? Is it pre-existing?" He shook it slightly for effect.

Horatio stepped forward, while the troop of agents kept blasters/launchers/etc upon the man. He smiled, his white teeth flashing in the dawning sun. "I am Horatio, agent 24601, of Black Sun. As I am sure you can figure out." He gestured to the large name tag fixtured to his uniform. When the man put his hands behind his back, triggers were halfway depressed and the agents tensed. They were on a hair trigger now, all it would take is a slight twitch of the finger, and a hundred bolts would vaporize the poor bastard. "What exactly is this proposition?"

Agents, who had dedicated their lives to weaponry and their use, could very easily identify a powered down Force Pike. When the man dropped his weapons, Horatio came forward, holding his blaster rifle in his gloved hands. At the mention of Vigo Onnd, Horatio was puzzled. They had never been informed of any upcoming visits. "There are reasons comms are left unanswered, but as you are here, we may as well find out what is going on." One of the new recruits was sent forward, he collected the bag and the force pike and set them down at Horatio's feet. Horatio leaned down and unzipped the bag, glancing through the contents, slightly suspicious. No drugs, which was a pity. "So...what is in here?"

The man, who had just violated Black Sun airspace found himself to be surrounded by around 4 agents, heavily armed to the teeth. The divisional commander, Horatio, was amongst them. Having just finished his business with the other clientèle. He held a blaster rifle in his hand. He shouted to the surrounded man, "Put down the satchel and the force pike, and you will only be harmed slightly." What was this man's business here? What was his purpose? Horatio did not know, but he was ready to take the man to hell with him.

Horatio nodded pleasantly, "I know what you mean, aliens can be quite unfaithful when they are needed the most." The group of agents appeared one by one. Half-Bin carrying a flechette launcher, and Kailia holding a sniper rifle. They were fit to go. Strong agents, but they were expensive. Horatio nodded to the group, "Seven thousand each, per week. These are high quality agents, and they will be making reports back to Black Sun divisional daily." He accepted the card, swiped it, and handed the man it back along with the folders. He stood and waved them off, "A pleasure doing business with you, hopefully more business awaits." The man's parking was also validated.

Horatio nodded slowly, he gestured to the pages again and snapped the folder closed. This man was interesting, but could he sense a slight bit of xenophobia in there somewhere? He opened another folder, this one was instead filled with agents who's services were considered for hire. He thumbed quickly through several pages of alien contractors. As he sorted through them, he glanced up, ”œAll urban areas eh? A four man team...let's see, you will need a sniper.”

Agent Horatio gazed up to the newcomer with his steel blue eyes. Every blaster in the great hall was secretly aimed at this young man, as he had walked through the door without telling who or what he was. But as it were, he seemed very little threat, and was in fact interested in hiring a few agents out as escorts. Or at least that was what they usually meant as security details. Not many came into the citadel to hire out agents for real security reasons. He grabbed a folder and opened it, he started showing the man a few pictures of scantily clad women in provocative poses, each with a name and serial number attached. He gave him an inquisitive look, ”œWhat escorts do you wish to hire? I can assure you they are very good.”

Criminals died, as was the way of the world. They lived by the sword and they quite literally died by it. The bodies were swept away by the cleaners. And Horatio picked the girl up. Holding her carefully he brought her to the comm station, and dialed up the leader of the day to day operations of Black Sun. Delta seventy three. "You may talk when able miss. Then your equipment will be returned to you."

The agents nodded and glamoured and commented at the amout of weapons the girl had stored upon her person. A few crude jokes were made. "We will continue indeed little one." In lieu of a new crisp sexy uniform, instead a stun blaster was pressed to the back of her blonde head. And the trigger depressed. Her little body crumpled, and the the agents drifted away, now bored. Though the sith weapons were taken as souvenirs. She was almost run over by a catapult. But luckily the large wheel only caught in her hair. And so she was dragged to one oft he inner areas. There she was found by Horatio Allister.

The man bowed, and showed her to the great doorway. He gestured at the metal upon her body. "I cannot show you before the king, so armed, Terra Greyhame." "Your equipment shall not be harmed, but you must be disarmed completely. However literally that may be. Then we will show you to the scanners, just to make sure."

A landing order was established. And the proper pad number was sent to the agent floating miles overhead. A few hundred agents mustered to the scene, armed with everything from blasters, stunners, and ewok catapults. "You are cleared to land, and a agent will meet up with you upon your arrival."

Shadows loomed in the midnight sky as landing lights searched the hidden terrain. Home had been reached, and the hidden guards loomed from the shadows. They escorted the agents to a waiting room. The princess and agent Michelle had been treated very well by the medical recruit Blackstone. Horatio smiled and turned to them, "Now we wait for the governing officer to return....from...his quarters." He departed leaving the group of agents in charge of the princess, and waiting for the officer to return. __________ Horatio walked into the small cloning chamber and pushed a few buttons, a figure was floating in the tank. The officer was quickly returning. And would award these agents as he saw fit.

The shuttle lifted from its supports as the group of agents boarded, it was now time to run through the air tight Tarisian customs. Luckily, the pilot knew another way out, and within a few moments of departure, the shuttle entered hyperspace, leaving the authorities to wonder, where the criminals had departed to, with the young princess. ((To Dubrillion!))

Horatio dragged the body of one of the officers from the pilots seat. He had been nicely fried by the hail of blaster bolts from all sides. Horatio smiled slightly, these agents had done well.... But what ho! Where did the Travis one disappear to? It was then that the other new agent appeared, looking sad. Horatio, shook his head. More paperwork! Just what he needed, more stuff to keep him from his loved ones. "Well men, lets keep moving!" He tossed the girl into the back seat and bound her with synthrope. "Drive will yah? We killed these ones, but more could soon appear." He glanced over his agents, one dead. A few wounded. Perfect. Paperwork. The LAV headed off towards the shuttle.

Horatio grinned as he hauled the young girl behind him, leaving a trail of blood and tears in their wake. The sirens were drawing closer, like a pack of hounds searching for the scent of blood. They had found them, the police would find them... _________________________ Sgt. Amacian Corun pushed his QH-7 Chariot LAV to its limits, the preliminary report had been grim, a young girl captured, her guards killed...scum would not be allowed to survive here in the undercity. The shadows had lurked here long enough. He shook his blond head and adjusted his holster... There! The bright crimson trail had lit up in the sensor array. They must have been fleeing on foot. Like rats escaping a burning vessel, these criminals had fled the authorities. They would be brought to justice. The engines hummed loudly as they were pushed far beyond their maximum. Something that the training manual urged never to do...but Amacian wasn't one for following rules written in a flimsy piece of paper. The other officers tensed as a flash lit up their screens....biologicals had been detected. Crap! They had approached the Ladies Mortal Delight, a good local pub that had some exquisite dancers, and from the looks of it, there was a flock of people storming out of the pub. Smoke billowing from the doors. Apparently they didn't notice the flashing lights or sirens, perhaps to stoned or drunk to see them...or perhaps it was because the Police LAV was traveling at around 150 MPH. And was coming around a blind curve. Amacian only had a moment to notice the throngs of people covering the roadway, and he didn't have time to react. So...he kept going forward. The sickening noise of death rattled the police cruiser as it plowed through the groups of civilians at 150 mph. yeah....oops ____________________ Horatio turned and witnessed a scantily clad woman sail a hundred feet over head, raining them with blood, "Get down! They are here!" He dove to the ground and opened fire upon the bloody LAV. ____________________ The cannons of the LAV started to thunder, blasting away at where the fugitive agents had gone. Luckily there were no more civilians in the way. But....there would be alot of paper work to do. The officers piled out of the vehicle, glancing at the front bumper that had pieces of appendages sticking out from the grills and took cover behind the open doors, their night-vision equipment straining to look for their prey. Their heavy weapons ready to fire upon the fleeing terrorists. One of the agents jumped and fired his magazine down the tunnel, screaming bloody murder, having witnessed a flash of organic material. Most definitely a Black Sun member. The rest of the officers opened fire upon the narrow corridor, filling it with the flames of death. Hunting for the fugitive agents, with no real though of the poor hostage. <>

The guards of the fair lady of the Avignon province of Taris were shocked when suddenly they were beset by a hail of poorly fired blaster shots by Khedryn. None of them were hit, yet as the blasts glanced by, they missed the intended targets and hit the one target they were not supposed to. The fair young lady of Avignon, Cathryn, was hit twice by Khedryn's shots, one blowing a hole in her thigh, and the other glancing across her pale beautiful face. She screamed in agony as her guards jumped to find cover. As one of them took cover he took a direct hit from the single blaster bolt fired by Tavelon. His head blasted asunder, and his insides splattered all over his poor screaming charge. Horatio shook his head as the rest of the guards were mopped up by the agents. He walked over to the crying girl and crouched. "Nice shot Khedryn, I would have preferred her unspoilt. Please aim your bloody weapon next time!" He looked up at them, Sirens screamed in the distance, He grabbed the girl by her hair and then picked her up. "Lets go quickly!" They ran back towards the distant shuttle...

The hooded man smiled slightly and beckoned them forward. He conversed briefly with Horatio, then looked over his shoulder at the group. He did not have a high opinion of new agents. "And....here we are." The agents now saw what appeared to be a young girl of around 14 or 15 examining a crashed speeder, with four large men holding weapons who appeared to be guarding her. "Kill the men, Tavelon take the right two, Khedryn, take the left two. Leave the girl unharmed." ((Basically both of you make a killshot on the enemies.))