Dubrillion

[Piccolo]

wrong alias

[The Black Sun Armada]

The trainer couldn't help smirking at Jacen's wariness. It reminded the trainer Jacen was still inexperienced. Piccolo would have to complete the man's training, Jacen was not yet fully prepared. But times dictated the necessity for more troops.

 

"Like I said, good luck. There will be people waiting for you on Artus."

[Silas]

As Jacen did the pre-flight check he looked into th etrainers eyes. There should have been more training. Jacen knew he wasn't ready, but he was going to follow orders.

 

A few minutes later, the Lucky Me took off and headed into space.

[Fracas]

Pax pulled out of hyperspace, hovering over Dubrillion. The planet was beautiful, especially when viewed from space, but to the droid pilot this beauty was lost.

 

The droid fingered the shipboard comm, remarking in a snide manner he particularly enjoyed -

"Sir, you would be best to get ready for meeting with our clients. You don't wish to look like the vagabond you truly are."

 

Marcus Fracas' eyes lazily blinked open. The vision they granted him wasn't entirely pleasant. Dirty laundry was strewn about everywhere, alongside dishes that were beyond needing a good scrub. He rolled off his bed onto the floor, and slowly pulled himself up into a sitting position.

 

"I thought I deleted his sarcasm files." The man stood, and kicked the blanket from him. Clamoring out into the causeway, He made for the refresher unit. Marcus turned on the water, which he expected to come out at a reasonably warm temperature. It was icy.

 

"Garth! I thought you fixed this!"

 

"Oh, well, I must have forgotten sir!" The protocol droid answered back in a falsely cheery voice.

 

After the long and arduous task of making himself and the ship presentable, they touched down on Dubrillion. Walking into the general headquarters of the Black Sun, Marcus set himself in front of the secretary. She was a pretty Twi'lek, of an azure shade, and dressed in a well tailored suit. Looking up, she noticed him standing over her.

 

"What can I do for you sir?" Her voice was sultry, like she was used to getting her way with men.

 

"I need to talk to someone higher up, about a job."

[John Skywalker]

The midnight black A-wing curved down into the military base of the Kingpins of the criminal underworld, he remembered their history under the Daisaku and had heard several things of the Hunter known simply as Piccolo, but what of the current hiearchy or if any opportunities currently existed he did not know, but that's what he was here to find out.

 

He aimed the ship down into the Black Sun hangar bay and when a number of Guards ran to assault him, he whipped the Force upon them, choking the first one and hurling the second one into a far wall, rendering him unconscious. His little display of Sithly rage resulted in a larger contingent of the Armada's men with blaster rifles trained upon him...

 

Deciding that this was... both foolish and pointless to his cause, he invaded the mind of the leader and offered, I'm sorry, they're not dead, just a little passed out... I come here not in harm, I just hate people shooting at my ship. I came to offer my services in exchange for a portion of the Bounties... I'm strapped for cash.

 

The Sith Master raised his arms offering he meant no harm and was led to a Detention center... before convincing the Prison Warden to lead him to the main office where he fell upon a man by the name of Fracas, most obviously flirting with the Twi'lek attendant.

 

"You know, my friend, most women like people that are actually kind and gracious to them."

[Fracas]

Marcus turned to this new arrival, with a bewildered look upon his face.

"This is true, however I'm not here for pleasure. I suppose that you are here about a job as well?" Something about this man resonated power, and he didn't seem to be in a good mood. The Black Sun that were in the room regarded him warily, as if he were a bomb that might go off at any time.

 

His comm blipped on, and Garth's tinny voice rang out.

"Master," He said the word with such contempt. "There are a number of well armed men surrounding the Pax. I hope you have not insulted these people." Well that's just wonderful. He turned to the secretary.

 

"I apologise for my brusque manner before. If you we be so kind to ask your men to return to their posts?" Marcus turned to the other man. "I'm Marcus Fracas by the way." He bowed to him.

[John Skywalker]

"Angry? No... a time bomb, hardly. I'm more like a very precise nuclear explosion waiting to happen." At that point, the Sith even managed a smile, he could feel his own force presence fluctuating wildly and quite erratically, he'd assume running as a perfect counter to Andon's... That would explain my little display, he must've been immersed in happiness or light-sided serenity.

 

He looked at Fracas, eyeing the man, "A pleasure, I'm sure," and pondering why he'd bow, it was strange, the only people who bowed to him were admitting a weakness, at least, that's how he learned the purpose of kowtow and servitude.

 

The arrogance that enveloped the Sith was... how he portrayed himself to the outside world, more importantly, the world that could do him harm, his true face and feelings exposed only to the woman he was doing this for and the Jedi... his... brother. He cracked his knuckles rather loudly, "Listen, I dunno what you're good at... but these Black Sun folk are hardcore, if Daisaku is still running this gig you've got to be worried and keep your head up. I only tell you this, cause I have no clue what kind of work we'll be doing, but if you're stuck under my wing, Junior, I'll make sure you stay alive... if only to kill you myself, but what can you expect, Sith are known for stuff like that."

 

He laughed and turned towards the Twi'lek secretary, "You know sweetheart, you remind me a great deal of my fiancee, surely you'd be willing to let this kind young gentleman and someone as intriguing as myself into see your Boss, the Mercenaries and the Bounty Hunters always need new faces... even if the market is dry."

 

He used the opportunity to impress his conscious desire on the dimwitted secretary and combined with his casual gait, harmless flattery and seductive, yet sinister, smile, her resistance crumpled and the security detail was rapidly waved away and out of their hair as the two men were led towards a training facility...

[Fracas]

"Congratulations on your impending marriage. If you'll pardon me saying, I didn't think Sith were of the marrying type." Fracas pondered the Sith's words. He wondered what the Black Sun would have him doing; he could fly, he could fight, and he could cause some large amount of trouble for someone if he put his mind to it. The Sith had gotten ahead of him, and he jogged to catch up.

 

"So, why are you here? Couldn't you just take whatever you could need from these guys?"

[John Skywalker]

"It's easy to be romantically involved with your Apprentice when it's just the two of you in your private Temple fortress, kid. Thanks," he laughed, "It's only so easy to do stuff like that... but what I'm looking for, the amount of credits I'll need, I'm doubtful the Black Sun has that kind of cash laying around... but I think they'll know who will and a chance to drop back into the dirty criminal lifestyle is about as welcome as any bachelor party."

 

The large training facility opened and John turned and patted one of the Black Sun Guards on the shoulder and stand, "Mind if we...?"

 

It was a large room meant to practice sparring and assorted weapons hung off the rack, John force-pulled a force pike in his direction, "Inside my head I know plenty of things, but the mind is your second line of defense, you must be ready and able to hold your body without it's help. So, humor me, kid, what do you got?"

[Fracas]

"Well, I could just shoot you;" He drew his pistol and tossed it to one side. "But I don't think that's what you had in mind." He walked over to the rack and took a Kusara-Gama from its place. Most people would have simply passed over the weapon, thinking it archaic, but he was archaicly minded. He opened the blade on the sickle, and gave the chain a cautious twirl. He didn't know how this man would fight, whether or not he would use the force, and how proficient he was with the staff. It would be wise to allow him to attack first, but he may simply overwhelm me. But if this is the case then I am doomed to be defeated anyways. He whirled the chain above his head, and pulled the sickle back away from his body.

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[John Skywalker]

John's eyebrow rose slowly as the man chose the chain-sickle, regarding the barb about shooting him as rather hollow, "I must say, you do have me intrigued." John's expert hands spun the melee weapon about his palms creating blurs to the naked eyes of all those who would be watching, the hum of the weapon's vibro-technology ends resounding about the large room. John ran forwards, one end extended far from him, like a pike-weapon that he used to jab at Fracas' torso, in between his arm and the chain that dragged underneath to the sickle end.

 

He quickly jerked the staff weapon down and away, forcing momentum to twist the chain about the staff and bring the sickle point down and away from both combatants which he turned into leverage for his body weight, bringing the full force of his reeled-in legs quickly upon Fraca's chest and tumbling backwards and forwards in a daze... his torso forced away, yet his hands, still tightly clutching the chain closer to John.

 

The confusion of body mechanics, let John plant the top length of his combat boot across Fraca's face. "A Sith is trained in all aspects of martial combat... with the aid of the Force or without it. Yet, scoundrels have a tendency to be resourceful... it's a good thing, I'm a cross-breed..."

[DarthBrendo]

A communique came into the command center from Artus..

Artus command centre to Dubrillion, requesting orders. Have spent time training Jacen Onnd. He has learnt what he needed to learn. Lord Reign is here, awaiting Commander Piccolo's return. Piccolos ETA unknown. Please respond.

[Fracas]

Well...That was interesting. You really did call that one. He was strung out, but the Sith had placed his hands dangerously close to the proverbial 'Ace up his Sleave'. The Wakizashi sliced through the chains, stopping almost an inch from his opponent's nose. As he drew the blade he pushed from the ground with his right leg, landing in a well practiced zen-kutsudachi. A small trickle of blood fell from his cheek where the boots had slid off.

 

"Strike where your opponent least expects it. Or so the master wrote."

[John Skywalker]

"So, indeed."

 

John's face did not flinch as the blade came to rest a hair's width from his nostrils, he only let out a snort that fogged the metallic edge for only a second, before releasing his grip on the force pike and falling down on to his bent arms and springing off of them, his legs moving in unison as they came and struck at the crux of Fracas' arm and torso. The move was a move meant to cripple, for John's particular combat choices involved creating a helpless opponent... every next exchange of blows, strike at some part of the opponent; psyche or physique.

 

Upon pulling back, the force pike was once more behind his back and he stood with his feet shoulder-width apart at a slight slant, staring down Fracas, "The only true weapon is that of the physical being, I learned that recently... being saturated with my Sith toys."

[Ganelon of Seneferia]

"Though," cuts in a voice, "money talks in instances where the Force itself may be dead silent."

 

Striding into the room is the blue skinned, green haired Seneferian, his snake like tongue flitting out and catching the heated air.

 

"You two would be interested in the job I have planned, would you not?" Ganelon inquires, his golden-orange eyes flecking back and forth. "Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Lord Ganelon of House Bozel. My own fortunes have been in decline until I stumbled upon a chink or two with in the security parameters of a certain Casino." Undisguised greed crosses the seedy nobleman's face. "I need help in liberating their assets into more deserving hands." He averts his eyes from the Sith, conscious a healthy bit of caution and fear could go a long way, focusing on Fracas.

 

"You would be the Force user I had called on, and the one who can hopefully open the Link's extra-dimensional vault," he notes to the Sith, "but what is your specialty in this affair?" he asks Fracas.

[John Skywalker]

The strange voice turned John around and peering into the eyes of the Seneferian as he spoke about his intentions and needs, respectfully nodding in agreement, John let the quip about money's power over the Force fall flat... for, to his credit Lord Kheldar had... technically purchased the Force. He let the thoughts fall into the recess of his mind as he concentrated on what Ganelon said, more importantly, what he was implying... The Link's extra-dimensional vault.

 

Just when I thought I was done dimension-hopping...

[Fracas]

He held the sword blade up, extending from the pinky. He also had one end of the weighted chain balled up in his hand, ready to shoot forward. Then the alien appeared. Marcus looked up at him, unsure of what he could do for this Lord Ganelon exactly. He stood up, withdrawing a piece of pure white synthsilk from the sheath hidden on his back. With practiced ease, he cut his thumb on the blade, allowing the tiny droplets of blood to run the length of the razor sharp edge. As quickly as it had come, the blood stopped and he cleaned the blade. It was a simple task to apply the stain remover from its aerosol can, and even simpler to patch the cut. He bowed to the Seneferian before speaking.

 

"I am a pilot, but if you need anything else I can learn it. My name is Marcus Fracas, by the way." He returned the sword to its sheath silently.

[Slicer]

Slicer brought his ship in for a landing. Seeing how he didn't seem to get shot down he felt it was safe enough to land. Hoping out of his ship he made sure he checked all of his hidden weapons and kept a blaster hidden on his hip as a show of force.

 

"Stay here if you like I don't know how long it will take."

 

Then with a simple voice command he locked the ship up so that it would never be able to take off with out ripping out the navigation unit and then trying to hot wire the starter.

Walking into the general headquarters of the Black Sun, Slicer walked up and stoodin front of a secretary. She was a Twi'lek. He gave her a once over but didn't care enough to press anything instead he simply waited until she looked up. After all there was no point of interrupting her work for no reason. As soon as she looked up he finally spoke.

 

"Simply put I got a call for a Job and I am here to get paid. Could you direct me to my new boss?"

 

After a short exchange he found himself on a way to a training room.

 

Perhaps he likes to keep fit.

 

However that did not seem to be the case when he walked into the room. Raising an eye he decided he would stand at the door there was after all no point in simply barging in.

[Ganelon of Seneferia]

Ganelon's head snakes around, espying Slicer.

 

"Welcome aboard," he states. "I believe you're the one I just commed recently?" he asks, almost rhetorically.

 

He hands out three data pads to each of the three assembled before him.

 

"Here is the outline for the heist. As you can see, it may be touch and go in a few spots," he states, nodding to the Sith, "but, I believe we can make out like bandits. Getting in should not be too hard. I have a complete outline of their security detail. It will be in need of revision though, so I need someone to scout the place out."

 

He points to the datapads (Check your PMs). "Each of you has a role to play in this. We have a hacker on board supposedly," Ganelon notes, "but she is late in coming. Until then, it will, sadly, be a matter of waiting, planning, and scouting."

 

He turns to the assembled crew. "Do I have any volunteers for the last?"

[John Skywalker]

John looked to the assembled crew, "I suppose I could do it, if you'd like."

 

The Sith was not the kind to ask permission, but this was a different game... not the usual, violent mayhem and Force-attuned metaphysics he usually dealt with.

 

"It would also give me a personal way of... knowing the best ways to avoid direct confrontation and we all know how Sith are so eager to engage in that."

[Fracas]

"I would also be willing to do that. However, what are the odds that the turbolasers will start shooting? I don't much like the idea of my ship coming under that kind of fire."

[Slicer]

Slicer scanned over all the material in the brief outline of the plan before deciding on a plan of action. he would need to be more prepared for this. Or in other words he would have to change out of his civillian clothes.

 

He decided just which suit he should don. Should he wear his mimic suit or his spider silk. After much though he felt that the spider silk would be his best bet. Since he wasn't going to do this alone it would be better to have added protection then to have advanced stealth.

Plus since at one point he would be impersonating a sercurity guard it would indeed be best to be able to take that extra blaster shot just in case.

 

"Seems like our lives will depend on this unkown and may I add late hacker. Plans never truly go as expected we need a secondary plan that does not involve the possibility of fighting a small army. Also should the team going after the vault count on being the only ones to disable security systems such as tractor beams or mouted guns?"

 

Slicer looked at his new boss and wondered just how much of a pay day was he going to get.

[Ganelon of Seneferia]

Ganelon's tongue flickers out in irritation- more of the fact that the boy was right and did raise some good points.

 

"The hacker we have in mind is one of the best- a former assistant to Lord Ob Ordeena who at one time ran the Hutt's criminal interests. If we can get a second one to assist her and work on secondary matters, so the better. that should hopefully deal with other security issues."

 

Ganelon considers the turbo laser issue. "No chance what so ever. They may try to interdict us, disable us, or use their tractor beams, but if they vaporize us, they lose their money. I've talked with Black Sun about engineering a special ship with a break-away carriage to thwart tractor beams that will be the perfect get-away vessel. Even still, there could be other surprises."

 

Ganelon pulls out a holomap of the Casino, which is shaped like a gaint roulette wheel. "The vault is in the center of the wheel's axis. We'll need special equipment to drill into it since it's ten feet thick and lined with Cortosis and durasteel. A drill made of Corusca gems could probably make it through that in no time though . It's best accessed through security doors from the casino proper," Ganelon notes, pointing out a series of passages leading from the casino inside the wheel leading towards the axis. "There are regular patrols, cameras, and the works. With a bit of luck and the security detail, we shouldn't have a problem with that...."

 

Ganelon traces in further. "Now... the main power core for the whole station is contained right above the vault. There are secondary generators are key points, so knocking out the power as a whole is impossible, but," he adds, "there is the controls for the Link's gravity and harmonics system. The harmonics field is what dampens force use through the whole casino. If we can take that out," Ganelon notes with a woolfish grin, "I believe our good Sith here can fully exercise his powers to our advantage."

 

Ganelon continues, "Now, once the vault is breached, an alarm system will trigger. I don't know any way to stop that. We need to breach the dimensional shielding around it, and get out. The crew in the casino will have to create a diversion in the casino... I'm thinking," he notes, studying the lay out, "that making use of the Link's outer rim pod racing track might be ideal for that, though this is open to suggestion. Smoke bombs, gas, and some other form of non-lethal diversion would be ideal. After that, we meet up at the rondevuez point outlined in the datapad," he states, "and then we exit for the ship, where hopefully they won't even realize what happened before they start firing on us."

 

Ganelon then addresses the next key point. "As for the cut- The casino is sporting well over several hundred million credits. Black Sun gets 40% of the profits for sponsoring the deal and providing us with the equipment. The remaining 60% will be divided evenly among those involved." Ganelon gives the crew another look. "I hope that clarifies matter. I'm hoping to try and avoid fatalities amid this whole affair. It aids a layer of professionalism to the whole endeavor, reduces their chances of responding with lethal fire, and finally," he notes wryly, "if worse comes to worse, a robbery charge is a lot easier to get out of than a murder rap."

[John Skywalker]

"Murder rap, Seneferian?" inquires John with a grin, "Prison doesn't sound awfully tempting, but I'd be more worried about being flogged in the Casino Proper by the Link's management, for all we know, they could be worse than Governor Geki."

 

John crossed his arms, "Despite the limitations on my abilities... I should be able to 'see' into the next dimensions, amidst an insane amount of concentration... but manipulation may prove difficult if my powers are perpetually being weakened. Destroying the dampening system... is quite essential. However, the minds of guards are easily breached and memories can be rewritten with the powers of the force," he said, seemingly muttering at this point as he continued to knock down the opposition set in their path.

 

The twisted eyes of the Sith Master blinked, offering the swirling sea of grey and hazel intently at the holo-map of the Casino's design, "It still comes to an important factor, who's going to scope this place out... and more importantly, when will our esteemed and glorified hacker show up?"

 

The Sith's countenance befell the oily Seneferian, "I'd be quite displeased if this fell through while we were trapped inside... I can only keep the Boy Scouts from dying, but I can't fight an army of Casino guards... oh wait, I can... as long as my vaunted Force doesn't... leave me."

[Slicer]

Slicer studied the map trying to figure just how he should conduct this operation.

 

 

"Then while we wait we should be dividing up the tasks as we know them know. We shoud decided who will scope this place out. Also we need to find out know who will knocked out the harmonics system so our Sith man here can use his... powers. We will also need to find out just how much concentration the Sith will need. During that moment I am going to have to assume we will be at our most vulnurable since we will need at least one person covering the Sith.

 

Also during the diversion upon which we make our escape will holographic images of us be played or should we rely on the distration alone to see us through. Since after all the minute the vault is breached the alarm will sound. Guards will come and we will be sort of stuck unless they are either chasings our ghost or are busy with another matter. One that will deter them more than a smoke bomb. Perhaps a real bomb by one of the secondary generators since the main power core will be right above us. However I would like to deal with first is the dividing up of the tasks."

 

Slicer decided that now would be a good time to shut up since even he could tell he had some what pissed off his boss.

[Fracas]

"You can manipulate minds? If so then we may wish to rethink this plan. If you can 'Convince' one of them to allow us into some key areas, we can knock out most of the resistance." Fracas stared into space for a moment.

"Also, we may wish to add another level of complexity to this plan. The holoprojectiors can make an image of us that enters the ship with the break away cartridge. This can be slave rigged so that it draws attention away from us. Simultaneously we can detonate a small device somewhere that will cause little or no casualties; most people will scramble right out of there. Meanwhile, we can get into another nondescript ship, so we may leave without much notice." The chain fell, and he wrapped it around his fist. This was put onto the rack from where it came. The sickle followed quickly. He turned back to the others;

"Also, is there anything else in the vault, anything of value anyhow?"

[Ganelon of Seneferia]

Ganelon thumbs through a security report for several seconds, his orange eyes flickering back and forth.

 

"It appears there's only several hundred million credits there, either in raw credit form, or in valuable, easily convertable materials. All in all, that's not too bad any way you look at it."

[John Skywalker]

"No of course not... however, Seneferian, you've failed to address some of the boy's concerns."

 

The Sith was much older than his features would admit and given the recent transformation, his face would hardly reveal his stance as fast-approaching middle-aged, the miracles of genetic engineering and technology coupled with some metaphysics and dimension-hopping, a supposedly 38 year old man appears barely 29. His hands rested across his chest, not having a need to draw his lightsabers that hung loosely about his belt.

 

He propped himself up with the table and mused, "But... several hundred millions credits is not bad, indeed."

[Fracas]

"Several Million Credits is fine by me. My concerns were simply just musings, I have no real experience robbing vaults; small jobs are all I've had experience with." He turned to the wall, and withdrew a katana. It was marked as a standard weapon, meaning that it wasn't powered by any form of energy cell. It really didn't need one, because of its rasor keen edge, though many benefeited from such technology. He tied it below his wakizashi, under his coat and he turned to his employer.

 

"It is a distinct possibility that we will come under resistence on the inside. In small jobs the guards are generally underpayed and because of this easily swayed by the threat of violence. I doubt that this will be the case here, and not all of us are privy to force use. What kind of weapons will pass through the detectors that they have? These swords have no energy cells, and the sheaths can probably be made to hide them from the sensors. Would there be any other necessary modifications to make it undetectable?"

[Ganelon of Seneferia]

At this Ganelon blinks. The detectors were something new indeed.

 

"With Black Sun funding this, we have a fairly good budget, but we can't be too greedy with what we ask... I think the second ship is a very good idea," he muses. "As for the detectors..." he says, thinking quickly on the spot. "I believe that droids might be a good way to get around it. Something like personal assistant or protocol droids- of various make and serial numbers- so there's no real correlation. You manage to make the droids easily modifiable so that with a bit of a quick exchange, you can pull out their power pack and insert it into a standard gun, pure and simple. Edged weapons, as well as smaller gas weapons for inducing smoke screens, sleep, and nausia- probably something non-organic and with a plastic shell would be preferable in this case since I think there's a way to fool the detectors on those. There's only a couple ways to verify that of course... and I believe our esteemed hacker is due to arrive soon."