FACTION Black Sun: Part I, A Vision

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  1. Jek Raynar

    Jek Raynar Average joe
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    It had been about time. Since the whole ordeal with Pietas Station and the threat of unification with most the galaxy. Black Sun Syndicate had no choice than to tuck tail in the face of galactic change. It was only after the events of Pietas destruction did new leadership and direction arise from within Black Suns own ranks. New internal structure meant new leaders and visions to be seen and heard. Visions that each member of the Syndicate needed. For months operations had dictated that all resources be fed up the line for the Syndicate as a whole but the explanation was null and void.

    Discord had been sowed within the confines of the hierarchy but not without a reason. Across all Syndicate communications and access networks a single message had been sent out. A message for all to hear.

    " In two galactic standard days, A meeting will be held in Coronet, on Coreilla. Vigos and their Enforcers will meet at the Galactic Golden Regal Inn. A hotel where you will find all your needs taken care of. All requested personnel will be required to meet on the eighty fifth floor of the hotel in suite #211. Do not be late." ~The Advisor, Chuumba Groteq.

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    " A Meeting set by the Advisor himself? Its about damn time." Jek had his own concerns about the direction of the Black Sun and knew the longer the Underlord and his trustees were silent the more chaotic things could of become, but this time around it was different. The deep hum that emitted from the consoles in his T-6 Vaksai Starfighter were enough to remind the Calian of a melody from this youth. A song that came from one of the various slot machines on the wheel. The ship consoles were one of the only things Jek could remember about his childhood and he was glad of it. Fat fingers punched in subordinates into the Hyperdrives interfaced. Then moments later the addressed values were locked into place by the ship AI.

    Destination: Coreilla space. Coronet Starport.
    Engaging hyperdrive in...

    5..

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    3..

    2...

    1....


    In a stream of blues, whites and purples. Jek and his vessel disappeared.
     
  2. Pyrrah Tae

    Pyrrah Tae Master of the Hyperspace Seas
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    Location: Galactic Golden Regal Inn
    Items: Blaster Pistol, Golden Walking Cane
    Objective: Meet With The Higher Ups

    Reaching outward, the man plucked the glass of wine he had requested from the droid's serving tray.

    Port In A Storm, one of the finest beverages that he had tasted across the galaxy. Sure, he had many stolen bottles stored up within his ship, but any opportunity to exploit others was an opportunity for profit. That is why he decided to indulge in it here.

    He swirled around the liquid before taking a small sip. The infamous burn dripped down his throat, the pain starting to increase. It was one of the few pains the pirate found enjoyable. Those Pamarthens no longer held power over him, now that he can drink the liquid and be fine. That, and the fact that he raided one of their largest vaults not to long ago. Either way, he was victorious as always.

    The gold ball on top of his wooden cane was cool to the touch, still adjusted to the temperatures of Hoth. The pirate had received the message from the Advisor while out hunting for a new Wampa rug. A slave had spilled some fruit on the last one, staining it. Using her as bait worked perfectly for luring another one out to him. His men were hard at work right now preparing the skin. It shall be a pleasant reward for when this meeting was over.

    For now though, it didn't seem like the meeting was starting anytime soon. None of the other Vigos had crossed his path, and they were all supposed to be here. Strange.

    "This meeting better be worth my time."

    After the snarky remark, the pirate took another sip of the wine. Until the others arrived, all he could do is wait.

    Jek Raynar
     
  3. Darth Ventrix

    Darth Ventrix Sith Vigo of the Black Sun
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    [PRIOR]

    The Aquala Aqualish agent's face was starting to grow deeper murky tones of crimson. The veins in his bulbous forehead and around his bulging eyes became fat and swollen as the blood stuck within them were denied circulation. But, not only blood, air was impeded, with his throat nearly crushed closed by the vice grip of a cybernetic fist augmented by powerful mechanics and the Dark Side. Lifted by this brutal combination of machine and malice, the Aquala hung from the choke hold of the metal fingers around his neck. His feet dangled above the floor of the Minstrel Class Yacht's luxurious captain's cabin. The Aquala grasped at the mechanical arm and flailed about as the fingers curled into his skin, flesh, muscle and throat, squeezing harder and harder. His large grotesquely wide eyes stared in shivering pain and horror at the Black Sun Vigo that held him high, Darth Ventrix, known simply by most as "Lady".

    Clad in her cybernetic armor and life support suit of brilliant chrome, purple metallic alloys, and connecting cables, Ventrix looked like a mechanical terror armored in the shape of a vivacious Nar Shaddaa dancer. She was bewitchingly beautiful and even more cruel. With her upper lip curled and her white pupil-less eyes narrowed she rubbed her temple with her other free hand, swirling a finger in the skin as she massaged her boiling irritations. Standing beside her was a LOM Series Droid with female programmed personality and coated in bronzium treated gold sheen, watched in bureaucratic ambivalence.

    "Let's try this again shall we?" Ventrix hissed from between her clenched teeth. "V-3, translate once more will you dear."

    The LOM droid, V-3, nodded, "I shall do my best Lady."

    "Good," Ventrix said, removing her temple rubbing hand from her head.

    She blinked her glare upwards and eyed the big black eyes of the Aquala. Her now free hand rested on his temple and the choking hand slid up two cup the other temple. Released from the suffocation the Aquala landed on his feet and hacked panting gargling breathes. Ventrix smiled and nodded. Then pressed both her hands on his head.

    A new pressure began to surge, not one powered by the Dark Side, but by the vicious application of the cybernetic muscle fibers and nano-actuators in both her cybernetic arms. The Aquala began to howl and tried to pry himself free but Ventrix's fingers now began to dig into his flesh and pierce them like skewers.

    "V-3, say this," Ventrix snarled. "I'm going to crush your skull now you dumb sack of chutta."

    V-3 paused and looked first to her master, Lady, and then to the Aquala. His head was now bleeding bright blue streams from the places where Ventrix's talon finger had punctured his skin and were digging into his muscle towards the bone. She then waddled towards the Aquala and looked to the Lady.

    "I'm afraid Aqualish Language has no satisfying translation for the phrase 'sack of chutta'. Your use of Huttese vulgarity to augment your phrase is rather unique to the colloquial linguistic development of Nal Hutta cultural dynamics. I can perhaps be more literal in describing him as a literal organic matter skinned container of excrement. But, the intimidating emphasis you desire will be lost in the austere translation of this particular vulgarity," V-3 explained.

    The Aquala's head burst. Ventrix's hands clapped together, meeting in the gore flung pulp middle where the head once was. Bone, blood, and mashed organs splattered onto the floor in a slick pool before the rest of the Aquala's limp body collapsed like a heap of scrap. Ventrix turned to V-3 and slowly shook her head, "You're too late. Next time just take some liberties."

    Ventrix whipped her hands, flinging the rest of the Aqualish debris from her black gloved hands. She pointed to the door and asked of V-3, "Bring in the Scrub droids and vent the rest out the air-locks." V-3 bowed and waddled in a neat walk out the cabin. Ventrix sighed and kicked the corpse, "All over my chromium finish too."

    A beating bleep echoed from her desk. Ventrix spun on her heel and marched towards her holo-communications. She pressed an illuminated key on a touch key command array embedded in her desktop. A holo-message flickered into projection.

    Ventrix cocked a dark brow and sighed, "Corellia."

    [PRESENT]

    Coronet, Corellia
    Galactic Golden Regal Inn

    Venrtix entered the lavishly decorated Eighty Fifth Floor, flanked by a couple of Umbaran Assassins dressed in black leathers and trench coats. She scanned the floor. It had amenities lined up in certain spots around doors that lead into the suites. There was a bar at the far end, where single figure was sipping a cocktail among the droid waiters wandering around. Since only the Vigos had been invited to the floor lined with security, Ventrix figured him to be on of theirs. She hadn't met many of the other Vigo. She operated in her own syndicate within the Black Sun, and it was similarly the same for the others. Vigo generally enjoyed their independence and illusions of Crime Bossery, but when the Advisor called a meeting, then the organization started to appear more clearly cluttered with all its Vigo and Enforcers assembled.

    The Sith Crime Boss sauntered over to the bar and greeted the Vigo sat there, Pyrrah Tae .

    "Well, well, well, another Vigo in the flesh. How imposing," Ventrix jeeringly introduced herself.

    "I am Lady."
     
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  4. Funami Teriyaki

    Funami Teriyaki Black Sun Princess
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    Funami Teriyaki, Black Sun Vigo and telekinetic prodigy, practiced the piano aboard the Echoing Giggle. The room’s pristine interior spoke volumes of the girl’s dedication to keeping everything tidy. That, or perhaps she simply had good caretakers. Either way, aside from a queen-sized bed situated in the back, opposite the front door, the royal chamber boasted an extensive wardrobe and the sturdy piano seated in front of the bed. A large, archaic piece assembled from expensive wood, the musical instrument had been moved within the ship to allow the girl to indulge in her hobby during long travels. Such as now, flying from somewhere to… she didn’t even know where.

    There was a meeting to be had between her and other important members of the largest criminal organization the galaxy had ever seen.

    Thinking about it too hard threatened her focus and the small child would not dare to ruin the haunting, beautiful melody echoing about. Nimble fingers passed over the keys to play a soft, peaceful song, but not really, only in her mind, pressing the keys with her thoughts. She had learned it years ago, to play the piano via telekinesis. Simply sitting nearby and intently staring at the keys produced beautiful music.

    A sideways glance shot toward the entrance. The door opened and in came an ebony skinned woman Funami had never seen before. She had to be a newbie sent by the more experienced crew. They knew all too well disturbing the young girl when engaging in her hobbies produced one cranky Funami. And nobody wanted that! A stray thought choked the air from the woman’s lungs and forced her to her knees. Frowning, the girl turned back to the piano and continued playing where she left off.

    “You have chosen a poor moment to disturb me,” the pink-haired devil hissed through gritted teeth, every word laced with poison. “So stay awhile and listen.”

    And on she went, creating a beautiful, melancholic song while simultaneously squeezing the life out of the poor fool who dared interrupt her. Touching the keys with her mind, she allowed a jolly smile to grace her lips, remembering when she tried doing the same for the first time. She had improved since then, mastering the art enough to play multiple pianos when focused really hard.

    Telekinesis was awesome and a spoiled little girl like her did not hesitate to abuse it to her heart’s content.

    One last note to leave the strings and Funami beamed a gleeful smile, turning toward the crewmember who continued to dance over the ground and hungrily beg for oxygen to enter her body. Cocking a perfectly manicured eyebrow, the little boss planted her fists on her hips. While not denying her involvement in what was taking place in front of her, the woman was just being dramatic now.

    “Hey, lady,” Funami's loafer lightly kicked the body. “I’m not doing anything to y--Oh, I forgot to turn my Force choke off. Oops!”

    A simple gesture set the tormented soul free.

    “M-Miss Teriyaki,” the half-conscious servant stuttered before succumbing to her injuries. “We have… arrived.”

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    Funami Teriyaki trotted up toward the bar, flanked by two human gorillas. Dressed in sharp suits, the men speared the path for her, acting cool, though in reality they were nothing more than actors employed solely for their tough looks. The girl’s frail, child body gave her the appearance of vulnerability and she had every intention to nourish such notions further to expertly veil the terrible engine of destruction hidden within her petite form. She drew a sharp inhale as she approached, nose crinkling at the disgustingly adult smells in the air.

    In fact, everyone about happened to be an adult. Unlike her, likely the only child to ever tread the lavish carpets beneath her feet.

    Eager to show off, she had brought her elegant Atrisian parasol. Propped against the small Vigo’s shoulder, it proudly declared a rich person was in town. Aside from the top made of red silk and paper painted with a traditional Atrisian design, its shaft proudly boasted it had been crafted from the expensive and highly sought-out greel wood. The pink-haired Vigo herself had arrived clad in her finest dress, a combination of white and blue silk that made her look like an oversized doll. A blood-red cape hung over her shoulders and covered most of her outrageous apparel, letting only her pink-haired head and two socked legs peek out. Squeaky clean and having the fragrance of strawberries and roses about her, Funami stuck out like a sore thumb.

    The fake bodyguards took a dive back and allowed their master to declare her presence as she stepped forth. Funami put on the sweetest of smiles, bowed her head, bent the knees outward and swept her right foot behind her while holding her skirt out ever so slightly. The curtsy was elegant and effortless, indicating she had practiced it many times beforehand. Her pink eyebrows pulled down in a playful frown. To her credit, she had managed to maintain a collected, if somewhat impish expression even as she lied through her teeth. “What a delight to finally meet my fellow Vigos! I’m Miss Kawaii. Hello!”

    Her violet eyes glanced past the Vigos, scrutinizing something of great importance. Looking at the selection of fine drinks, one question popped up in her little head.

    “Do they have milk?”



    Darth Ventrix | Pyrrah Tae | Jek Raynar
     
  5. Zev Stargo

    Zev Stargo Corpo Gangster
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    Two suns sat motionless in place, their painful blue glow burning holes through the haze of smoke and shifting neon light that encircled their orbit. A hand, tucked inside the inky black sleeve of a 2,200 thread count Corellian designer suit, cradled the thick body of a smuggled Zygerian Gold Cigarra - which was carried gracefully into place just below and between the binary suns. The tip of the cigarra glowed a hellish red, joining the other suns in a brief trio, before it faded slowly into darkness and was replaced by a new cloud of smoke that thickened the haze gathering in the cabin of the speeder.

    Notes of leather and premium caf rolled alongside the musk of expensive cologne and the floral accents of Zeverance Stargo's current...personal liaison.

    "Zev, Ei Dinek" an ocean blue hand danced through the cigarra smoke as it found its way to Stargo's belly, where the long, graceful fingers began to slowly glide up the silky white dress shirt he wore beneath his Corellian suit coat, "why must we go to this boring meeting...can't you have one of your people take care of it for you?" a pair of lekku fell through the neon haze, folding around Zev's neck as the Twi'lek's voice grew wispy and quiet, "what about Jaeel? He is always so quick to please you..." the Twi'lek's fingers found their way past Zev's open collared shirt to the bare skin beneath, "...you should let him have his chance, so that I can have mine..."

    At last, the two burning suns shifted as Zev brought his gaze down upon the green eyes of the woman who'd draped herself over both their seats and left her dress hanging in such a way to leave nigh nothing to the imagination. Ice clinked against the edge of glass as Zev casually pushed the Twi'lek's encroaching arm up and away with a forearm so that he could bring his cup of Whyren's reserve, served old-fashioned, up to his lips. A bitter bite followed by a smooth, sweet nectar that Stargo savored for a moment before settling himself back into his chair.

    "You aren't going to the meeting, Shiala. The speeder is going to take you back to the spaceport, your passage back to Coruscant is already booked" all at once the Shiala sat straight back up, her lekku pulling away from Zev

    "What? But I thought you said you were-


    "-I said I might fly back to see you perform, not that I would" Stargo corrected, continuing to sip from his early morning whiskey, "this meeting won't be the last. Change is coming to Corellia and I can't have any distractions if my business is to remain the key player it has been."


    A deep, performative, hurt came into the Shiala's eyes as she pulled away further, "so I'm a distraction?"

    Zev took another puff of his cigar as the speeder slowed to a halt in front of the Galactic Golden Regal, not missing a beat of his response as he stood from his synth-leather chair and placed his glass on the bar built into the opposite wall, "a pleasant one" Zev turned back towards the Shiala as the speeder door unfolded - allowing plumes of smoke to exit into the Corellian daylight, "let's do our best to make sure I remember you pleasantly, shall we?"

    Shiala's mouth moved as if to speak, but as her eyes caught the cold stare of Stargo's cybernetic gaze, her words were replaced with a quiet gulp. Zev just smiled.

    "Help yourself to the bar, take a bottle back with you" Shiala said nothing more as Zev stepped into the sun, his cybernetics automatically dimming the scene for him so that he needed not even squint at the sharp change from the darkness of the speeder. Stargo threw out his arms, adjusting his suit over the blaster holstered on his hip, as two men exited from the speeder behind his own.

    "Mr. Stargo, had fun with your lady friend like always?" Jaeel, a middle-aged Naboo wearing a blue suit, asked rhetorically as he passed a datapad to his boss, "projections are up, but if the rumors are true our stock prices are going to tank the second this all happens."


    "We will concern ourselves with that inside, Jaeel" Stargo answered as he began his stride towards the hotel alongside the two men as their speeders jetted into the distance, "how are we looking at that swooper problem, Giz?"

    The other man, a Keldoran, answered promptly, "they didn't want to see things our way, I'm afraid. I had to send Ward to correct them - they won't be anybody's problem soon."

    "Good, one less thing to crowd my mind during this debacle."

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    Stargo and his associates marched into Suite 211 after having exchanged the usual pleasantries they did with the staff any time they visited the hotel. Among the black leathered assassins, little girls and eccentric pirates - the corporate sharpness of the Stargo men sliced through the room as cleanly and noticeably as a blade through flesh. Without much word to the staff or other guests, Stargo's men went to work setting up at what would be the primary conference table. While Jaeel and Giz went about placing down datapads and briefcases, Zev took a moment to note the other vigos who he'd never before met in the flesh.

    The disappointment was clear on his clean-cut face and easy to read, even for a force user who'd normally find his mind an unreadable void. Quietly he eyed Pyrrah Tae , Darth Ventrix & Funami Teriyaki at their positions near the bar - not bothering to approach as he took his seat and waited.
     
  6. Aiko Hayata

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    Amidst the high thronged traffic that was the lifeblood of any galactic city, a lone motorcade flanked by two speeders with blacked-out windows proceeded through the city. To the casual observer, one might've presumed it to be a VIP escort of some degree or another, and in many cases, they'd of been correct. Aiko was no stranger to publicity; her entire public image and that of the corporation lay in its carefully manicured outward facing image to the wider galaxy. But, as her late and dearly missed father would often remind her and the rest of the clan, public opinion was everything in business and to stain the Clans prestige was to haunt the descendants of Clan Hayata for generations. Her father knew all too well what it cost to not be discrete in both the business world and underworld, his own half brother had failed to cover his tracks when ordering an ambush on another Zaibatsu family. And for his failure, her grandfather cut her uncle's ring finger off in the name of tradition and to affirm professionalism in the clan. The other accomplices were not so lucky; many simply disappeared, and some were found dissolved in a barrel of acid dumped on the outskirts of some rat hole spaceport.


    Gazing out of her window in the comfort of her blaster proof luxury craft, Aiko took in the familiar neon-tinged sights of the city in all it's grungey and grim glory. It reminded her greatly of the downtown slum areas of Atrisia, where there was a strip club or brothel for every square mile you walked in any direction. Though, of course, it had been many decades since she herself would've ever been spotted in those areas, she delegated those matters to lower-ranking members of the organisation as it didn't befit the public face and de facto leader of the clan to be seen there. Wherever you went in the galaxy, be it in the core of the wild fringes of the outer rim, there was always space for sleazy neon coloured adverts advertising some holonet product or a bar opening nearby. Some things never changed.

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    She exhaled loudly and signalled for one of her chauffeurs
    to roll the window back up; with her free hand, she pulled out a gold enamelled lipstick from her purse and checked herself in the mirror while she reapplied the lipstick. One of her bodyguards emerged from the front of the craft and quickly took a knee in respect; Aiko looked down on him with a slight look of annoyance and nodded to permit him to talk.

    "My lady, I have received a report of the value of the company stakes in the Kessel mines have increased and-."


    The Atrisian woman's eyes widened in suspicion and annoyance.


    "Go on."


    "We have also received word that Mr Stargo and his entourage have arrived and-."

    She abruptly cut him off.


    "See to it that I'm placed a few seats away from that whore spawn and his entourage of used craft dealers, I am not having my image tainted by being seated next to an upstart," She remarked with a cold tone, her face twisting into what could only pass for extreme disgust at the idea of being next to that man. There existed a pecking order in the world of the Zaibatsu families of Atrisia, and to be seated next to a man of low origin would be insulting to someone as prestigious as herself. Although sometimes business begot tradition and she could learn to tolerate people like that if it meant profit. Learning to put on a different face to others had become an art form for her, so she could spare outward niceties for now.


    Flanked by six of her own men as she departed her motorcade and headed for the meeting spot, the night was strangely quiet save for the distinctive sound of distant traffic and the sound of her heels against the stainless durasteel flooring. One of her men stayed at the ground floor to keep watch for any changes outside; in the confines of the elevator, she cast a somewhat diminutive figure surrounded by her own bodyguards yet commanded an aura of power. Soon the elevator brought them to the floor of the meeting, her ring of bodyguards stepped out firstly and Aiko followed in turn. The Artisan made her way to the bar; one of her men moved ahead and presented her the seat before stepping away quickly as his boss sat down next to the bar and ordered a small cocktail while she waited for things to start. ​
     
  7. Pyrrah Tae

    Pyrrah Tae Master of the Hyperspace Seas
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    Location: Galactic Golden Regal Inn
    Items: Blaster Pistol, Golden Walking Cane
    Objective: Talk With Other Vigos

    The Captain watched as another figure entered the room, flanked by a few bodyguards.

    His guess was this was another Vigo. If not, well then someone had just fallen into some very unfortunate circumstances, and they shall be taken care of soon. Staying leaned against the bar, he watched as the Darth Ventrix made her way over. Immediately he could tell that she was trying to impose her presence to him. He would have done the same.

    "Well then, I guess that would make me Gentleman, now would it 'Lady'?"

    Letting out a sly smirk, the pirate took another sip of his drink, not breaking eye contact. Slowly, he began to wonder is she could sense his presence in the force. Her's was obvious to detect, so he made no mind in hiding his. No need to waste that sort of energy. But now his attention switched to another force sensitive that had entered the room.

    Now he really couldn't tell if this was a joke or not. Flanked by two large men was a child, looking like she wore a dress that stuck out from the rest of the setting - and in a bad way too. He watched as the Funami Teriyaki walked over and greeted the two of them. It would have helped if he was sitting down when he was told that the child was a Vigo. Shocked couldn't even begin to describe what was going through his head.

    "Greetings, little one. This is Ms. Lady, and I'm Mr. Gentleman. Why don't you run along and find your milk while the adults discuss business."

    With a wave of his hand, he shooed her off as if she was a beggar on the street. So far, the pirate had been unimpressed with the other Vigos. The Black Sun was the face of crime and villainy, and yet this made it look like a beauty pageant. Disgusting. Thankfully his mood changed slightly when a Vigo and his entourage of businessmen entered the room. Seconds after they entered, the men got right to work setting up a conference area. At least they looked like they belonged here.

    Slowly he walked away from the bar, leaving those two women, and the new arrival of Aiko Hayata to make small talk like any female likely does. He had more important matters to handle. Making his way over to the conference area, he stood around and waited to take his seat. When the meeting starts, the pirate would find a spot to sit and do business.

    Hopefully they got on with it sooner rather than later.

    Zev Stargo | Jek Raynar
     
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  8. Jek Raynar

    Jek Raynar Average joe
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    From the streamlines of hyper space, to docking with Corellia's space station and then taking a shuttle down to the planet below. The Calian was anything but cheery for this meeting. It was required that he attend since the the new promotion from thug to enforcer. Of course there would be other enforcers he was sure but it seemed abit too traditional in his mind to require the little guys to show up. Thats what he considered himself. A man who had the command of hundreds of thugs at his say so. Though when compared to the rest of the Syndicate up the ladder, exactly how he saw himself was correct. If he could control hundreds how many more could they?

    The Galactic Golden Regal Inn was not far from the shuttle-port he chose to take. Even from down below he could spot the luxury vehicles of other vigos as they made entrance. A way to lavish their lifestyle as if their fancy cars could wash away the red from their ledgers. Hands in the pockets of the duster that he wore, Jek hunched his shoulders as he walked into the Inn. Reception had greeted him and knew him from previous meets. As they did with all Black Sun. A stirring in his chest provoked a cough and hack and from there upwards he went ascending to the eighty fifth floor.

    Again the cough was provoke and this time he was ready with a piece of cloth. Aggressively his body wrecked and seized with each attempt to expel whatever was in his respiratory system and when it all stopped discolored blood lay on his makeshift handkerchief.

    Am I dying?

    He let the question linger in his head and somewhere he could hear a answer. In a way, Yes. Yes you are.

    Dread welled up in him slightly. This voice, this answer was not his thought. He was certain of it. And before he could mentally address it the elevator had stopped and the time for what he liked to call "Syndicate Professionalism" had now begun. A term meaning, If they looked nice then he had to also try and fake it. Shoving the hankerchief in his pocket the Calian entered the meeting suite after waving off one of the guards. And taking his spot near another Enforcer he knew with a half assed smirk on his face. He didnt bother addressing or greeting the other Vigos. He was sure they had other things to do the meet his crusty arse.

    " Dont tell me I look like shab when your breath smells like a rodian. Get out of my way."

    Funami Teriyaki
    Pyrrah Tae
    Aiko Hayata
    Darth Ventrix
    Zev Stargo
    Jacen Novastar