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  1. In the Chamber of the Sun… Gazing across the huge chamber that constituted the nerve center of the Dubrillion installation, Smash Daisaku watched droids shred precious documents while other operatives broke open vaults, to immediately incinerate their contents. Black Sun’s greatest secrets were all destroyed in that instant. Claims to worlds, lists of operatives, cures for cancer, and everything else, were now gone. The Black Sun would effectively cease to exist, or at least come to a grinding and debilitating stop. If Smash could not run the legendary organization, then no one else should have the chance. The Black Sun was his entirely, and would end appropriately, in tandem. Any fool who would dare to extend the criminal organization's legacy would do so without any existing resources whatsoever. “Lord Daisaku, we are proud to die in your service,” uttered a valiant captain, who had made billions of credits by killing police. He immediately discharged a pistol into his forehead, killing himself. Then another did as well. And another. Then, one dozen some agents shot themselves. Then, one hundred more did too. Then, another hundred did as well. For a number of seconds, the individual gunshots sounded like the awe-inspiring finale to a fireworks display. When the noise from the mass suicide finished, the now reddened Chamber of the Sun was filled with nine hundred and seventy eight lifeless criminals. An EMP blast spewed out in a nova of light from one of the droids, disabling them all and ruining computers. Then Smash pressed a button that detonated every last one of them. Everyone of consequence within the Black Sun’s highest echelons was now deceased. No Vigo was alive. Each had gladly given his life to the richest man in history. Finally, Smash Daisaku parked a gold plated pistol between his lips. His stocks had plummeted. His criminal and financial empires were lost. His wife was dead. His supposedly high-quality whores were riddled with sexually transmitted viruses and infections. Intercourse isn’t what it used to be. Now, the smell of blood and smoke was overtaking him. Hell, this galaxy isn’t what it used to be. It was only seconds later when Smash Daisaku finally stood up, chuckling. “Well, this has been real fun, but it's way past all of our bedtimes.” He pulled the trigger and painted the walls with his rich blood.
  2. Cautiously Smash Daisaku considered the young woman’s words. Usually he refused meetings except on his own ridiculous terms, but it was impossible to kill a hologram and luckily the meeting proved worthwhile. “Well, it is my every intention to uphold the long-held pledge of peace between our mutual factions. Fear not my intentions.” The rich criminal paused. “Now about my agent Delta Seventy-Three – do you really think so?” Smash tried to suppress the very thought of such an undesirable possibility, yet chill ice formed at the base of his spine. Thoughts he had forced himself to dismiss came oozing back. There were unsettling implications in this Qaela’s claims, ramifications he did not want to consider, but the thing that shoved itself to the front of his mind was the possibility that the some clone might really want to unmake so much precious work. “And have you discerned any possible motivations for his sudden change of vision?” Without pulling attention from the young emissary, Smash produced a small datapad/comlink from within his robe. He slid the small device open, revealing a tiny keyboard. He immediately sent one of his operatives a text communication.
  3. An exciting and very expensive machine capable of producing high-resolution holograms did just that. As with many Black Sun things that were adapted in an obnoxious way, the device was grafted to another. A spider-droid displayed a nearly perfect image of the mighty Prince of the Black Sun, Smash Daisaku. It managed to capture his magnificence, his greatness, and the fact that he had more money than any figure in history. “What is it?” the wealthy man’s visage asked. “I understand you’ve expressed interest in communicating with me?”
  4. “Legitimate business?” Smash Daisaku honestly struggled to understand why anyone would waste their time not breaking rules or bending regulations. Profits were drastically higher when laws were set aside in the name of fierce competition and amassing personal wealth. Black Sun was built upon criminal activity for a reason. It paid. Smash peered at some letters on his desk. Perhaps it was time to expand business. He could sense a recession coming on. That was the last thing he needed, with his money being devalued because of the frivolous spending of politicians. He would soon have to journey to Coruscant soon, in order to boast of a freer form of capitalism, with less government interference. “I think this government needs an overhaul,” he announced to whoever was listening. Hating the environment, the rich Black Sun leader crumpled up a piece of paper and cast it into sea.
  5. “Welcome back, my friend,” said Smash Daisaku, to his honorable killer. I trust that your pursuits led you to glorious and fulfilling kills.” He closed a book that lay open on his expensive desk. “I’ve been reading a story about a very foolish, yet partially persuasive, Trinitarian religion. It’s a good lesson in the profane, and by that I mean stealing powers from the heart of a dead god only to lift one’s triune self up as a poet, mage, or outstanding lady. It only leads to blight, a reincarnated Hortator’s revenge, and a suspended meteorite crashing into a major religious center. We can’t have that. So, I suppose the lesson is that one must purchase power through wealth. Despite my attempts in the past, building religions are sort of a waste of time. They’re amusing as hell, sure, but they’re just not worth it. Not in this format, anyway. We need to keep making money, shooting our enemies, spreading lies, and working from the shadows with knives and such. Miters and crosiers and chalices and holy water sprinklers and sacred fonts are for the weak. Weapons and cash and gadgets and dangerous women. That’s our game. So, what have you to report, good friend? How have you brought glory to the Black Sun?” Smash waited patiently.
  6. Smash Daisaku watched excitedly as the acid flew through the air. It met Cassandra’s wretched face, dissolving it almost instantly. The destructive liquid violently crusaded through her skull, wiping out her brains like burned villages between a papal decree and a sought-out religious artifact. A dead skeletal husk collapsed, lifeless forever. The whole ridiculous scene was a crude testament to the jaded restlessness of a wealthy man who could literally buy anything. This was his way. “And with our alchemical technology, we shall have these bones turned to gold.” And it was so. *** Minutes later, a transmission was sent back to the Imperial Remnant.
  7. Per Smash Daisaku’s unspoken but forceful and intensely intimidating command, a subservient sycophant produced a small vial of highly potent acid, which was rested on a plush and high-priced red pillow. The glorified underling wasted no time handing it off to the extraordinarily rich criminal mastermind. “Ah yes.” Smash Daisaku responded, excitedly, noticing both the vial of acid and the lavish quality of the pillow. “This will do nicely.” Seizing it, Smash vehemently unscrewed the cap, flicking it off to the side, now holding the open vial in front of him. “So, now we shall test your loyalty, Cassandra. Do not disappoint me.” Smash impressively held the acid up in his right hand, meticulously bound within his greedy fingers, motioning that he was about flick a healthy dose from the vial. “Black Sun employs the finest surgeons in the known galaxy. So, again, I remind you that this is a test.” He took a deep breath. “Bow, woman!” The hallowed leader of the Black Sun pointed to the expensive floor at his feet. “Kneel in praise, and acknowledge me as both the Lord of the Dawn and the Dusk! Be my creature or you will only die in service to me trying.” Without giving the likely disgusted woman any chance to respond, Smash flawlessly flung the vial toward Cassandra’s face, unleashing a flurry of beads – of destructive liquid – which would atrociously disfigure her, at the bare minimum. <<<$MA$H DAI$AKU’$ KILL$HOT REQUE$T –on– Cassandra>>>
  8. Smash Daisaku rose from his throne, standing tall, with his hands at his waist. “I would love to see a real test of what you’re capable of doing for me and the mighty Black Sun. Cassandra, would you be willing to engage in a simple act of extortion for me? There is an unresolved matter with which you could prove very useful.”
  9. “Tell me about yourself, young woman. I want to know who I’m dealing with,” declared Smash Daisaku, like a rich god, who answered his prayers with blessings of wealth and coinage. He had so much money, that it was almost beyond human comprehension. His wallet alone could fuel a war that could overthrow the Galactic Alliance in a single day. “What valuable services could you offer my organization? Do tell. Perhaps we have a place for you, if you have the talent.”
  10. “Most assuredly,” replied Smash. “It pleases me very much.” The leader of the renowned Black Sun eyed the woman who was standing before. He was satisfied. “So what brings you before this wholly criminal court? Are you looking to provide your services for hire? Or are you seeking some mighty gift from the furthest depths of my enormous generosity?” Smash shifted in his throne, provocatively.
  11. When Smash Daisaku heard Cassandra introduce herself, he was in the middle of the simple act of counting a ridiculous amount of paper money. It was as much money as some entire planets made in year. Filthy rich was one way of describing the brilliant leader of Black Sun. Powerful, masterful, and full of gallantry was another. Also, there was the “Head Cheese.” That worked too. “What, A visitor?” Smash asked impatiently. He studied the newcomer’s face. And body. “First, I would have you put this gown on, before you speak another word.” A fanciful tailor approached Cassandra, dress in hand.
  12. From his throne room, a very rich and powerful Smash Daisaku was notified of the arrival of Black Sun’s newest recruit. “Bring her before me,” declared the wealthy man, to an impressive host of finely-clothed stewards and sycophants. “I would like to conduct a personal interview. We can’t just let every Johnny Come Lately into our hallowed syndicate. We have standards that must be enforced. I will find out just how loyal she is to our ongoing quest for even more money. Send her in!” Looking over a datapad, Smash knew he had to meet with Vothe as well. That would follow his meeting with the new recruit.
  13. Entirely unaware of what was going on around him, the greedy Prince Smash Daisaku suited up with his typical skirmish fixings, slipping on like a sheet. He was on a damned holy crusade. While he still pretended to focus on the comings and goings of Dubrillion, and Delta, and whatever else, the fact was that now all of that would have to be set aside. Gold. I must have more gold. He began thinking about the various tools at his disposal and which new things he would soon have to acquire. A new alembic. Perhaps a mortar and pestle too. He would kill anyone to have it. Anyone. I will absolutely have to get my hands on better astrological texts too. And new retorts. Metallurgy was now more important than even political power. ”œNew primes,”
  14. Smash Daisaku looked over a number of exotic and expensive items on his desk. Each now golden article was stolen or at least paid for by Black Sun operatives with recently money stolen from the Jedi. There was much alchemy-related work to be done. There was money to be obtained. There were CoreSec agents to be forcefully nailed to oak beams. Goods wouldn't steal themselves and turned into gold through bizarre if not downright unholy scientific process. Sometimes it seemed like Black Sun assassins were only interested in killing and maiming police officers instead of focusing on the more subtle elements of crime. What about theft? What of extortion? What about alchemy? Smash understood the thrill of firing a slug thrower into the brain of a judge, but there was more to Black Sun operations than just murder or even drugs. Maybe Prince Daisaku needed a vacation. He had spent a great deal of time and mental energy successfully unlocking the secret of turning lead into gold. He thought to himself. Why stop there? He had also turned basalt into gold. Sand was transformed into gold. Skin became gold. Food too. His scientists had even turned air and water into gold. Test subjects had died, breathing in too much gold, while others drank a hefty amount and perished. Different grades of milk all became gold. Soil became gold. Grass became gold. Animals became gold. A sun had become gold. A son had become gold. Even gold became better gold, which in turn became even greater gold. ”œIt's almost my duty to see what else can be turned into gold. I believe it is my right. It's my destiny.”
  15. ”œThis plan is the most important yet,”
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