Dubrillion

[Tavelon]

'Just us three'... Blackstone's smile spread- wait... 3?...Well, just having Talisabeth there would make things pleasant. "I'm always up to the task" Blackstone said, running a hand through her reddish hair. Which in truth was a downright lie. Blackstone really had little experience, only having completed one mission. He couldn't kill Jedi, battle squadrons of TIE fighters single handedly or do anything cool enough to have movies made about him. He was just Blackstone, new recruit to the Black Sun Criminal Syndicate.

 

But the response sounded cool. And Blackstone always liked to sound cool in front of the ladies.

[Black Sun Agent(s)]

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.

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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?"

[The Chameleon]

"All I want right now, is to just speak to someone with some authority. Supervisor-level. Someone who would be my boss. Savvy? I mean no offence to you, so I apologize."

 

This was going to be a long process indeed... He just needed to take a deep breath and roll with it. But their weapons were trained on him once again. Did they not realize he was not a warrior. Well, at least in this form. What idiots, always on edge.

[Black Sun Agent(s)]

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.

[Kayal]

Kayal narrowed his eyes at the strange girl who had seemingly come out of nowhere to boss him around and tell him that she had stuff to do. "Who's asking questions?" he mumbled to himself, rolling his eyes. So he was taking his sweet ass time, what was it to her?

 

Then two things happened almost simultaneously that once again distracted Kayal from his present duties. First the red-haired girl who had come up to him went over to another agent who had apparently walked in behind Kayal, what happened next came as a bit of a surprise: in the same flirtatious manner in which she'd approached him, she went up to the stranger, only this time she started brushing his face and then kissed him on the cheek. Kayal raised an eyebrow, "what the hell...?" Then she started looking over at him and gesturing as if she were saying something about him. Kayal rolled his eyes, and would have walked away except that he couldn't notice what else was happening just beyond the two flirting agents.

 

Apparently, Horatio was having something of a disagreement with the new recruit, or whoever he was. The situation was getting tense once again, and Kayal's hand dropped to his blaster, just in case.

 

Suddenly, the young red-haired girl was in Kayal's face again, informing him that they were going on a mission. Why didn't she just say so before? Kayal was really tempted to reply that he did indeed have stuff to do, but she was pretty hot so he gave her a break. "No, do I look busy? Come on, let's get the hell out of here then. Horatio looks kind of pissed..." And they all knew what happened when a Black Sun agent got pissed.

[Tavelon]

Blackstone watched the building tension between Horatio and the disgruntled applicant, deciding he'd say hi to Horatio later. He turned his attention back to Talisabeth (Which was a very easy act to do). "Sounds great. So this is Kayal?" he asked, motioning toward the agent who had just walked up. "Blackstone. Good to meet you" he said, extending a hand. "That.. uh... my name is Blackstone, you see... and.. yeah"

 

Ok, so Blackstone was a new recruit, and this guy had obviously been around Black Sun for a while... it was a little intimidating, especially with this guy's hand on his blaster already. Maybe he could try to look cool in front of Talisabeth, but this guy was a seasoned veteran.

 

"Yeah.. um... Hell!... get the hell out of here!... let's.. yup"... Blackstone muttered, attempting to fit in.

 

Cool wasn't Blackstone's strong suit.

[The Chameleon]

Auron waited. Nothing was going happen. He just stood there. Awaiting action. He was silent and still. He waited for their response.

[Silas]

A tall man with shaven blond hair approached Auron.

 

"This way."

 

The Black Sun operative twisted through a winding maze of hallways towards Jacen Onnd's office. When the pair arrived, the agent knocked on the door and stepped back.

 

***

 

Jacen Onnd heard the knock on his door and let a small smile creep across his face. He stood and opened the door, looking out at the representative that Tengu had sent.

 

"I don't value tardiness in those that I hire. Be sure not to repeat this mistake again. Now, come and sit."

 

Jacen moved back behind his desk and took the bottle of wine that sat there. He uncorked it and poured its contents into two glasses made of crystal. He handed one to the representative, the being he knew to be Auron from the paperwork that he had filled out upon arrival. He held the other glass and raised it in toast toward Auron before taking a large gulp and sitting in the chair behind his desk.

 

"Tell me what I can do for you."

[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.

 

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Talizabeth motioned to the two men, Blackstone and Kayal. ”œWell then, let's get a move on!”

[The Chameleon]

"Apologies for the late timing of my arrival. My employer had a dealing with CoreSec over running and abusing his staff. This delayed me. I apologies again."

 

The Pau'un walked over and stood opposite of the man named Jacen Onnd. He took the wine and sipped it.

 

"I understand my request raises a red flag. I ask you hear me out for a moment. Have you ever heard of a race called...The Polydroxol?"

 

He smiled, his yellow teeth shown in the light.

 

"Doubtful, There's only been three to leave their planet in the past hundred years. Although they welcome any visitors. They are a very advanced race that just mind themselves." He took another sip.

 

 

(Check your PM's)

[Silas]

(( Sorry Bro))

 

Jacen's eyes had glazed over and he heard barely any of what Auron had said. He fought to stay conscious, knowing that the man opposite him would be feeling the same drowsiness. The wine had been specially prepared by Dr. Pang with a powerful sedative, strong enough to knock out a man many times Jacen's size with just a few sips. Jacen had been banking on the representative wanting to make a good impression and as he leaned back in his chair, he let a sly smile worm its way on to his face.

 

He thought he heard the door open. That would be the security team that had been waiting outside, ready for when the two beings inside the office had lost consciousness. They would act fast, giving Jacen the antidote and restraining the representative, prepping him for the task that would be given to him.

 

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[The Chameleon]

(I am not your 'Bro'. I don't have time for your worthless games. I'm done with RP for the most part. Thanks.)

 

 

 

The Pau'un, having only taken a sip was slow to surcome to the poison. Which left him awake and in control longer. As soon as Auron knew what was going on, he threw the glass at the Black Sun Agent. The slow reaction time Jacen was undergoing he had little time to re-act.

 

But he had something deep within him. They would not get his DNA.

 

He had touched the glass only to his teeth. And finger's, well there was no stopping that. There was never DNA on it. It had touched metal. His hands. Deep down they were a metallic substance.

 

Rage built up inside as the Sedative came about. But before it had it's desired effect. The Pau'un exploded. Nothing remained. No DNA, no evidence. Just a whisper that echoed "Your not worth my time."

 

Second's later, Rain, the Pau'un's ship blasted off.

 

Nothing remained, other than the Satchel. Which would detonate even if they tried to tamper with it. It was already set on a activated state, due to the Pau'un's heart signature disappearing.

 

(I killed myself. I see no need to do business here anymore. JNet and otherwise. Go ahead call me a woosie, but let's examine who is killing non-combat folks. But thank's for wonderful RP time )

[Jidai Geki]

The Chameleon's disintegration is nulled on account of being hissy, petulant and a cheap attempt at avoiding a legitimate, well-planned incap shot. Since he has apparently left this may be moot, but he is incapacitated and his body does not magically explode.

[Smash Daisaku]

Smash Daisaku made his way onto the premises with a cocked shotgun. ”œWhat the hell is going on here?”

[Black Sun Agent(s)]

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....

[Tavelon]

Blackstone raised his eyebrows. Once again he jumped on board the ship, unsure of where he was going and what he would be doing. But this was a mission for Black Sun, so there was sure to be adventure, and with any luck a little bloodshed. He stood in the door of the ship as it took off, watching as a squadron of Black Sun fighters streaked through the sky, intercepting a ship that was attempting to take off. As Blackstone ascended into the clouds he saw men scrambling on the ground, cargo ships moving, and surface of Dubrillion brimming with life. Hang around a place like that long enough and you could see a lot of things. Blackstone liked that, and smiled to himself as he stepped away from the door. It reminded him of his early life, leaving home to explore the galaxy. But before he could witness any other scenes on Dubrillion, the ship picked up speed, and the planet became a speck... then just a blur in hyperspace.

[Black Sun Agent(s)]

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.

[Smash Daisaku]

Smash Daisaku gluttonously enjoyed a fantastic chocolate and caramel milkshake as he looked over the situations that were before him. ”œWhere are my servants?”

[Black Sun Operative[s]]

Two Black Sun operatives enter into Smash's office. One immediately starts polishing Smash's boots with the utmost care and attention. The second stands ready and attentive. A former advocate, he was exceptional for what he did, at least until he decided to forsake his previous life and devote himself to the majesty of the great lord of the galaxy's dark underside- Smash Daisaku of Black Sun.

 

"Agent Duram Laddel Cham reporting for duty, sir." The Black Sun operative gives a crisp salute right up against his close cropped silver hair. "You need me, sir?"

[Smash Daisaku]

”œDuram Laddel Cham,”

[Black Sun Operative[s]]

Cham gives the matter thought, taking a seat across from the great lord of the dark underside of the galaxy.

 

"It will be so," he states finally,helping himself to a decanter of brandy, which he pours into a small shot glass and drinks from gingerly. "I can send out represenatives and feelers for this new Academy of the Sun on Bespin to prestigious instutions across the galaxy. Coruscant, Naboo, Corellia, and the like have prestigious universities. I think with our resources, it would not be hard to poach away some of their star professors."

 

Cham licks his lips, mind racing. "If we can turn this into the academic organization in the galaxy, I see a lot of benefit, particularly if we make this a home for the galaxy's up and coming elite. Bespin is still known for its gambling halls as well as its tibanna gas. If we can ensare the wealthy and idolant during their years of study to our vices, we can lay hooks into them early on and make them owe us so we own them utterly. Others can be turned to our side willingly. Others still, we can study and watch for opportune times to move on. Yes, this plan has great merit."

 

Cham finishes his brandy and watches the other operative finish polishing Smash's shoes. "Lady Terra was last heard of on the Sith Temple, completely and utterly slaying some fool of a Jedi who bothered the great lords of the Sith who worked together to massacre him in ways that will haunt children for generations to come. Shall I fetch her for you?"

[Terra]

Sapphire light turns to darkness... Soulless Darkness. Home.

 

Terra's jet-black eyes gleamed in the shuttle's darkened cockpit as she surveyed the control panel's blinking lights. On the side of her flawless, pale face, the tattoo shifted slightly and painfully, from that of the Ouroboros, into the flaming star pattern of the Black Sun Insignia. Her gaze shifted from the glaring lights to the beautiful gem of the planet below. Dubrillion. The galactic capital of the criminal organization she called home. She had been away for so long.

 

A smile formed on her light face, pale lips revealing crimson-stained teeth. She stood from her cross-legged position, her thin, armored legs, reinforced by Sith steel, unwinding to help her stand. She entered into the control panel her Black Sun data-number, which would help identify her ship and herself to the Black Sun Control Tower, and then placed the nimble shuttle into a swift nose-dive. The atmosphere buffeted The Ossus Fallen as it dove towards the Black Sun base, and the smile on Terra's face widened.

 

With a quick twitch of the control stick, she brought the agile craft into a proper landing angle, and then placed it on autopilot, nodding to the Krath Pilot droid, giving it the signal to take over landing procedures. Her blackened boots clicked on the decking as she strode to the landing ramp, her pale hand pulling a vial from her utility belt.

 

Within, the crimson liquid glistened in the soft interior lighting of The Ossus Fallen. The blood of a great Jedi master, brave, but thoroughly foolish. He had been stupid enough to enter the Sith Temple and challenge the will of the great Lord Ar-Pharazon. A small, evil laugh bubbled from her lips as she uncorked the vial and poured several drops onto the tip of her finger. She traced the symbol of the Ouroboros upon the white skin of her cheek, opposite to the tattoo, the blood staining the flesh scarlet beneath the fingertip.

 

As the landing ramp lowered, she re-corked the vial and palmed it, before striding out onto the base's premises, her silverite-laced armor, a gift from the golden god himself, glittering in the planet's sunlight. With a confidant, yet evil smile, Terra made her way swiftly to the office of Smash Daisaku, whom she called commander. Slowing her pace, Terra walked through the open door of the grandiose office and froze in her tracks as she saw the great, opulent man, who somehow reminded her greatly of Lord Ar-Pharazon, on whom she had a great crush, sitting and talking to gathered agents.

 

Her eyes shifted to the lavish ground, and she dropped to a knee, her long, golden hair, tied as always in a braid, flowing down her armored back. With steady hand, she held out the blood-filled vial towards the grand commander of the criminal organization, and spoke in a slow, gravelly voice.

 

”œCommander... I have completed the mission given unto me by General Faust... We slew our way throughout the galaxy and laid blame upon others. We destroyed Cloud City and laid waste to Theed. I have a gift for you, taken from the lifeblood of a Jedi master I helped slay, beside the great Sith Lord Ar-Pharazon. All that remains of the Jedi and Pirate Scorp Eission.”

[Smash Daisaku]

The venerable Smash Daisaku callously grasped the vial of ominous crimson blood, and stared it down for some time. ”œYes!”

[Terra]

Terra's jet-black eyes sparkled as she knelt, listening to the great Smash Daisaku praise her for her efforts. Her pale skin reddened slightly as she blushed, taken slightly aback by his compliments. As he ordered her to follow, she rose to her armored boots and followed a few steps behind the man as he was carried by miniaturized droids, into the belly of the Black Sun fortress. She stood to attention as he began to speak once more, her feet spread slightly, and black-gloved hands clasped behind her back.

 

”œSo, I want you to find Dordjooba the Hutt.”

[Terra]

Terra watched from the landing ramp viewsceen as the opulent yacht made its decent towards the planet she called home. She was eager to return to Smash's side, and to accept a new, and possibly a more violent, mission. Throughout her whole trip at Dordjooba's side, the bloodthirsty specter had laid in wait in the back of her mind, constantly prodding and directing her actions. It now grew impatient. She kept it under control, but she could not do so for too much longer. Her eyes caught movement on her screen, and she could see The Ossus Fallen resting on the landing platform below. Excitement stirred in her heart.

 

As the landing procedures went underway, she sent a confirmation com to Smash's personal datapad, alerting him to their arrival and Dordjooba's intentions. As the Yacht settled onto the platform, she impatiently activated the ramp and leapt the several meters to the platforms decking. She tilted her head to the side and placed her hands on her holsters, standing beside the Hutt as he made his own, much slower and less dangerous, way to the landing platform. She awaited Smash's arrival with great excitement. Another mission accomplished.

[Smash Daisaku]

The richest man in galactic history, Smash Daisaku, excitedly rolled along the great bridges of the High Passes far above the watery lowlands on Dubrillion, the location of the infamous Black Sun's installation. With such wealth, he could afford anything. The banks were his bitch. He looked out from his train, constructed of rare minerals and metals, with polished colors, brilliantly exuberant in the sun's light. And pompous too. Smash's train was a virtual ambiance generator, pulled forward by over seven hundred slaves, shacked in silver chains, each marching at the ominous beat of oversized drums bore by alien beasts, which lurched alongside Smash Daisaku's private palanquin, effectively the tenth part of the train, and the last, most luxurious piece to boot. Evil musicians pounded on the drums, maintaining a cruel marching beat, while blasting trumpets signaled which slaves were to be whipped, when and where, by whippers, whipmasters whip-makers, and whip-aficionados. Racist, greedy, helmeted men hesitated little in scourging the stragglers, striking the struggling, cursing at the crippled, and mockingly spraying water upon those too tired and weak to move on. Those who could not keep up were dragged along until until they were crushed by bestial hooves or ripped apart by cords and chains.

 

”œSTOP! You fools!”

[Terra]

As Terra stood beside the great Hutt Dordjooba, she felt a chill against her skin as the cold Dubrillion air swept past them, coming from the bitter north, and carrying with it the distinct smell of death. Her silver eyes widened a bit at the stench of death on the wind and she quickly ran a base diagnostic via her datapad, for security reasons. In response to her inquires, and a few code inputs, the database revealed the cause of the stench to be the rotting corpses of the overworked slave population, who were at present being forced to pull a great train, which seemed to be the glamorous new transport of her boss. Terra shook her head slowly at the extravagance of the operation, finding it to be a waste of time and resources, which could be better used in other criminal ventures.

 

Her thoughts were interrupted by a large explosion that shook the landscape, causing her to sway on her feet before her instincts could kick in. She dove behind a nearby decorative planter as the explosions continued and withdrew her two flechette pistols, before a small beep on her datapad clarified the explosion as a self-destruct of the train at the command of Smash Diasaku. She stood back to her feet and holstered her weaponry as a sound of rockets filled the air. Terra raised an eyebrow at her employer's sudden appearance via an expensive looking jetpack. She bowed her head in reverence as he began to speak.

 

”œWelcome back, Terra. I trust your mission was a success.”

[Smash Daisaku]

Lighting a cigar, the leader of the Black Sun, Smash Daisaku, felt a gust of wind blow by. It felt utterly and wholly terrific.

 

”œWell, right now it's slavery, more than anything else, that's really catching my rich fancy. So, I want you to do some slave-related reconnaissance for me. I don't know if you've ever been to Thalassia, Terra, but it's often called the Cradle of Slavery. I need you to go there on my behalf. Don't worry about buying anyone, because I have plenty of shackled human beings already, but I'm worried that I'm not up to date with the current methods of slave-handling. I want the trendiest and most popular methods employed by the Black Sun. Find out what sort of crops are being produced and how. Find out what slaves are often fed, what sort of accommodations are being used, what grade of chains I should be shackling with, how often slaves should be allowed to breed, and anything else of interest that you find. This is purely about making my slaving the best slaving. I want to take these tired men and women, slap chains around their feet, and let them till my land with maximum efficiency. In a bout of whimsical sport, I just killed three thousand. I can afford it. I can even write it off on my taxes. But it's not very economic. So find out what I need to be doing. Any questions?”

[Terra]

Terra's pure black eyes sparkled in the evening twilight, as she looked upon the leader of Black Sun, extravagant and amazing. She stood at attention as he reached his hand into his jacket-pocket and withdrew an excessively expensive cigar and lit it. There was a small increase in the wind, and the fragrant smoke wafted into her face, the smell lightening up her nose, and the smoke burning her eyes. Mixed with the wind was the pungent smell of death, fresh and enticing. Terra smiled slowly, her tongue feeling over her reddened teeth, tasting the smallest amounts of blood. It excited her thoroughly, bloodlust forming within her mind like a gathering storm. The voice of the Black Sun commander cut through her craving thoughts.

 

”œWell, right now it's slavery, more than anything else, that's really catching my rich fancy. So, I want you to do some slave-related reconnaissance for me. I don't know if you've ever been to Thalassia, Terra, but it's often called the Cradle of Slavery.”

[HK-52]

A small freighter broke through the atmosphere with ill regard to any particular discretionary atmospheric precautions, aside from the appropriate preparations for landing. The vessel took solace in a nearby glade that rest a peaceful distance from the large Black Sun facility, and once its bounty was surrendered, the lump of metal lifted back up into space once more, to hover in orbit and await further commands.

 

A small black figure strode across a stone walkway leading to the Black Sun Compound. Metal rubbed against the cold gray stone, making a harsh mechanical torrent of noise that screamed through the afternoon with no hint at stopping. Servos of what appeared to be a rather large protocol droid, hummed to themselves, even under the cacaphonic adversity upon which the droid's sensors were now spectators of. And even with a steady pace, the droid managed reasonable time in approach of the grand doors to the Black Sun compound.

 

The Onyx black of the metallic sheen seemed to mock the droid's innate purpose and the blue of his ampules brought a cold chill to the air as he walked. He was an avatar of his lineage; even if he stood stronger and taller than those before him, his architecture would be remembered and the soul of his past would follow him to his final system failure.

 

The droid approached the front gate and waited, marveling at the sheen of his finely polished metal chassis, even while taking notice of the gate guard.

 

Query: "I am here to request employment within the Black Sun. Would such a position be available?"