FACTION Nightmare Alley | Black Sun

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  1. Jacen Novastar

    Jacen Novastar The Dark Prince
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    CORELLIAN SECTOR // NAR SHADDAA

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    Nar Shaddaa was a shithole, but profitable for the interests of Jacen and his associates. So much so was it within their interests that it too was profitable to disrupt the business of their so-called competition serving the Hutts.

    A long drag burned the cigarette down a quarter as he watched and waited from a musky, damp rooftop. He leaned against the railing with lazy eyes settled on the isolated starport beneath his feet, watching patiently as a collection of thugs began unloading their precious cargo from the back of a small freighter.

    Bodies shuffled out the back, prodded on by the aggressive sounds coming from the myriad of aliens on either side. Fear and confusion were the emotions of the night it seemed, and unfortunately for those lost souls, Jacen wasn't in the position to be their savior.

    He was there for business, and to put his enemies out of the game for good. And the first step? The poor sods beneath them, wholly unaware of the pending violence that lurked above.

    Jacen lept across the flimsy steel railing, descending into a free fall that placed him dead-center of the largest group of thugs in the area. Destructive force exploded forth from his landing, erupting outwards and enveloping the thugs and their captives in his immediate vicinity. Bodies toppled over in his wake, and from behind him the agents of the Black Sun were soon to follow his lead.

    What came next was a massacre, not a battle. The disoriented thugs were enveloped in a barrage of blaster fire and shrapnel from the handful of grenades falling onto their positions. Many a slave was caught in the crossfire, their lifeless and shackled forms toppling upon their equally dead captors.

    That too was an unfortunate reality of their shadow war. Luckily for Jacen, there were still several dozen for them to take into their custody, to be shipped off and sold at double the price the now dead thugs would've sold them for.

    <"Shitbags have been dealt with."> One of his lieutenants chimed over his comms, almost a bit too gleefully as he dug his heel into a fallen Rodian's corpse.

    Jacen lit up another cigarette as he leaned his back against their newly-acquired slave freighter. "Good. Get to loadin' these poor fools back up, and clean up the bodies. I want us outta here in thirty."
     
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  2. Jek Raynar

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    There was nothing new to see on Nar Shaddaa. Even at Jeks age, the planet had been absorbed into the mind and replayed over again. A wheeze escaped his throat as the oncoming crowd suddenly stampeded against him. Shoved, bumped and rude gaze came against him. Right in the thick of it. Jek could feel the walls closing in around him, yet open air abounded from all directions and there was no cage to be seen.

    This was not what his body sensed. In a manner of seconds extra sensory stimuli became more real. Epinephrine rushed into his veins. The steady beat of Jeks heart doubled, no, tripled as if a predator stalked behind him unseen.

    Under distress a hand reached out toward a bystander and stoved them as side. Jek made a dash into a side alley. Resting against the wall in an attempt to calm himself down. Sharp deep breaths came in and a wheeze came out, next a cough and then a hack. Purplish-red blood sprayed the wall. Its consistency thick and appearance almost alien. “Gah. What the feth is wrong with me now? If this is because of Zeltros..” He cursed and said under his breath. The rest of the sentence hang in the air unfinished. A flash a blinking light alerted him to his datapad and the time.

    Time.
    “ Looks like I will be arriving late.” Remaining punctual was always a pillar the man stood on, be it for himself or others, this was the first time that Jek knew of where it was suddenly not true. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be on time. It was on business after all. Something in his gut warned him though and it made him feel uneasy.
     
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  3. Jacen Novastar

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    Bodies, both dead and still kicking, were shuffled around the landing bay at the behest of the blasters pointed at their backs. The soldiers of the Black Sun weren't always the disciplined crew that he wanted, but the fear they instilled within the slaves was just as useful to their goals.

    A lieutenant approached Jacen, rolling up onto the Vigo with all the cool of a panther waiting to pounce. Even within his own crew, there were those who lurked about with the intention of challenging his position. Several had tried, and all of them had failed. None of them lived to tell the tale, and here he remained to act against his enemies untouched.

    "We're all done, boss." The lieutenant nudged over his shoulder, directing Jacen to the final body being tossed over the edge of the landing pad. Jacen took another drag from his third cigarette of the night, sparing the man nothing more than an impassive side glance with his eyes. A shrug followed, and he pushed off the freighter with the bottom of his foot. His eyes raised towards the bright lights seeping through from the upper levels of the city, the thought of a pair of Twileks and a high-end Cantina being the sole desire in his mind.

    Jacen dropped the half-smoked cigarette to the ground and stomped it out with his foot. A pair of shuttles descended onto the far edge of the platform not a moment too late. Jacen sauntered away from the lieutenant, though the man knew it was best to follow him. "Have a quarter of the men escort our freight back to friendly lines." He finally replied, yet still not bothering to give the lieutenant his full attention. Instead, he was dead set on enjoying the glass of alcohol that found its way into his hands, of course offering none to his underling.

    "We've still got work to do."

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    An hour later


    Their shuttles landed outside the busiest cantina in the area. It was a known spot for their rivals, and judging by the festivities blaring from inside, they were still unaware of the hit that had decimated their men. The Black Sun was there to settle the score with this specific echelon of the Hutt Cartel, and he fully intended to put them out of business for good.

    He stepped forth from the midnight black shuttle, surrounded on all sides by soldiers who were nothing if not starving for more enemy blood. After all, more bodies meant more credits when you were working for the Dark Prince. But the bloodletting would have to wait, and so too would Jacen. He was waiting for another to arrive; a person who should have been there when his men had executed their first raid of the night.

    Jacen tapped his foot against the ground impatiently, his body and mind being enveloped by the tension oozing from the cold-hearted thugs he surrounded himself with.

    It was during this period of waiting that a drunken near-human made the mistake of stumbling across the street to their location. Apparently, the dozen or so thugs weren't enough to deter his inebriated mind, and this prompted Jacen to stand them down as the drunk made his final approach.

    The drunk opened his mouth to speak, but before the scum could form the words, the familiar snap of bone echoed into the air. What had once been an intoxicated idiot had been reduced to a dying vegetable with his head permanently positioned into an L.

    A simple snap of the fingers did the trick, compliments of the force he manipulated to his will. The lifeless body dropped in front of his feet, and he chuckled at the situation, prompting his men to reluctantly engage in the same.

    "You're late."

    His words broke through the banter as he addressed an individual who he didn't even bother to turn around and address. It wasn't as if he commanded the Vigo's respect, after all. Nobody did, till they earned it through
    blood.

    And even then, it wasn't always enough.
     
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  4. Nikitis Fel

    Nikitis Fel The Illustrious High Moff
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    Location: Golden Hutt Cantina (Top Floor)
    Disguise: Namuh Ton
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    Standing at the edge of the balcony stood the ever illustrious Nikitis Fel, well technically it was him. Yet to the Hutts he was known as Namuh Ton, cloaked in a neoglith masquer Nikitis had taken the appearance of a Crimson-Skinned Twi’lek. The decoy form was drabbed in jet black tattoos from head to toe, and a plain vest and pants combo. In a way, Nikitis was glad no one knew it was truly him beneath the Vong mask, for he would die of embarrassment if anyone saw him in such bland clothing. How did the peasants of the galaxy consider such things in style? It was almost more sickening than the scent of the Hutt that stood behind him.

    “Enjoying the sight Namuh?” The Hutt called Goda asked in Huttese, his words partially muffled by the rolls of fat that dominated the alien's face.

    A false smile took shape on Nikitis’ face as he turned to look to his benefactor. No warmth could be found in the eyes however, in fact, the eyes looked almost dead. “Of course, I’ve never seen a finer establishment.” A lie. Goda wouldn’t know what it meant to run a fine establishment even when it slapped him in the face. However no one ever accused the Hutt cartel in having great taste.

    “Finest on all of Nar Shaddaa!” Goda bragged, a deep belly laugh escaping his maw, and with it spittles of grubs that the Hutt was shoving his mouth with.


    ‘Absolute charming creatures aren’t they?’ Nikitis thought looking down at the bits of insect that landed just shy of him. “Shall we get to business, my client is very excited to know if you recovered what he asked for?”


    The Chiss didn’t think it was possible for the Hutt to see through the folds of fat on his eyes, but somehow the orbs became apparent beneath the heavy curtain. Sharp as a predator. “Your client doubted our abilities?! Then why did he hire us?!” The Hutt asked one of the grubby hands slamming into the table sat beside them. The furniture gave way before the Hutt’s wraith crumbled in, the bowl of grubs shattering as well the creatures spattering across the floor.


    “Of course he doesn’t Goda, its simply that Aing Tii are hard to capture.” Nikitis said putting a sense of fear in his voice, yet the Chiss wished he could roll his eyes. Continuing the show the chiss added a shake to his hand that held a glass of Corellian whiskey.


    “Hohoho! Worry not little one. We caught them.” Pressing a button built into their throne Goda looked off to a blank wall in the corner.


    Eyes following his benefactors, Nikitis looked to the wall panel, noticing how shoddily the false paneling had been done. ‘Can never find good help on the Rim I guess. Nor a designer, I hope one day someone tears this club down... Perhaps I'll buy the lot afterward?’


    The panel hissed, sliding aside to permit a Gand and a Quarren to guide in a rolling frame. Held in that frame was a carbon statue of an Aing Tii. Eyes widening, Nikitis’ teeth gritted, blood beginning to boil. “He said to ensure no harm befell it. Do you even know how their biology interacts with carbonite before freezing them?!”

    Tension hung in the air. The enforcers of Goda looked between the Hutt and Nikitis, their hands reaching for their blasters. In an act of what was possibly mercy Goda raised his hand. “My men did what they must. Many of them died in the capture attempt, even more during transport. They had no choice.”


    Pinching the bridge of his false nose, Nikitis wanted nothing more than to kill all the fools that stood before him. But he had to hurry this along and get the Aing-Tii out of the carbonite as quick as he could. “How much?”

    “Between the cost of those lost, and the initial capture agreement. 1.5 million credits.”


    “We agreed on 1 million even,” Nikitis said his eyes narrowing. He had the money to spend, but he would not waste it so frivolously on the Hutt.


    “You wi-”

    Bursting into the VIP room, blood covering their torso, the scent of burnt flesh clinging to their body was a zabrak. Perhaps another enforcer of Goda from the looks of it. “Sir, they struck us!”

    “HUUUUUHHHH?!?”

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  5. Jek Raynar

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    Needless to say, when this drunken man or thing passed by Jek and nothing major was noticed. Jek dismissed the man turning his face away with a look of distaste. It was the smell. The humanoid reeked. The smell alone producing a cough which turned into another hack followed by a deep breath. Pushing off the wall Jek paused, observing the drunk humanoid shamble toward none other than the contact.

    The poor sob. A hand extended followed by the motioning of the Calians maw opening to speak warning. But it was too late. A distinct pop sounded echoing down the alley. It was followed by a almost wet sounding thump. With a blink his eyes scanned over the twisted features on the neck. From the now fresh corpse and back up to the contact and his entourage of men.

    Jek sighed though it came out like a wheeze.

    I already know im late..
    " Just gonna leave him there? What you doing?" Jek asked approaching the corpse. Swift hands started to comb over the body for any items of interest. Single handedly the Calian flipped the body to its side. A DL-44 blaster pistol with electrum trim, a durasteel pocket watch, datapad and ledger of credit chips. With a raised brow the man confiscated the items, pocketing the smaller objects and left the DL-44 out to further inspect. Jek did not know this man well but a early tribute was not a bad idea considering the situation. Jek's expression revealed no fear for the man infront of him. He looked tired more than anything but on the inside a sense of dread accumulated from multiple sources.

    " You fancy this?" Holding the barrel with his hand. Jek extended the weapons handle in the direction of the contact. A gesture of questionable nature for his own safety, a bold one too. It didnt last long. From below a organic internal rumble sounded from the body with a twitch. Did this dead man just...
    The air smelt of utter poodoo. A puddle of ever growing urine leaked form the corpses trousers and a slow growing bulge stirred from the corpses back side. " Gah what the feth is this?" A look of disgust over took his visage. " We gonna do this here? Or we gonna move?" There was sass in his tone and for just cause.

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  6. Tyra Kadenze

    Tyra Kadenze Two-faced, like a coin
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    Tyra and her master, Kalja Tal'Vera, disembarked from a taxi a block away from a cantina where certain gangsters had congregated near. The Padawan was well covered neck to toes in thin, dark robes, with cloth covering just her mouth and nose, the latter of which was entirely for the smell that permeated the Nar Shaddaa streets. What was originally an information gathering outing, more specifically a scout for Force sensitives, had become a whole lot more on the insistence of Tyra.

    Their detour was caused by a disturbance in the Force caused not just by the mass slaughter in what appeared to be a gang war, but from the active and destructive use of the Force itself. To a normal person, a gangster using his power for evil would be more than enough to instill terror and fear, but for Tyra there was a person who could be turned. The Padawan's naivete convinced her that a gangster would leave his miserable life for a more peaceful one with the Jedi on Coruscant.

    Tyra turned to her master, and spoke with a loud but somewhat muffled voice, "I'm sure you can sense it too, master. I don't think it's just one person, there may be another."

    Tyra looked down the street at an intersection, one far busier than the one they were on. No doubt their target(s) were on the other side. Perhaps they were just looking for a drink? Tyra had some optimism, already forgetting what had happened an hour prior.

    "Down that way."




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    Kalja stepped out of the hover-Taxi, tipping the droid generously as she brought hands up to pull her deep hood over her head. She noted the disturbance in the Force, the wanton disregard for life as sit were. A sigh escaped her, as she looked beyond where her Padawan stood, curiosity brimming at the edges of her mind. A quick snap to when her Padawan spoke caused Kalja to shift where she stood, placing her hands within that of her robes, a soft shrug followed suit.

    “I did, and there is more than one person...” She did her best to hide her concern, nodding in the direction of the disturbance. “Perhaps we should go get ourselves a drink...” She said quietly, briskly walking past Tyra, heading towards the Golden Hutt Cantina. Her footsteps were precise and almost fluid, as she remained focused, the Force coursing through her. She was ready at a moments notice, and would ensure her Padawan was ready as well.

    “Be mindful, don’t let your guard down.” She spoke confidently. “You have heard of the stories of Padawans being taken and sold into slavery, so I don’t need to remind you the importance of being aware.” She nodded as they walked past denizens of this part of Nar Shaddaa, some covered in dirt and grime. A hand would appear from beneath the dark brown cloth, pushing between a group of aliens who were bickering about a Sabacc game. She paid them no mind, disregarding their ranting and raving which turned to cursing as she pushed through them. The gloved hand retreating back into the protective confines of the wool-laden cloak. They were approaching their destination, and no doubt that the individuals within who were attuned to the slightest measures within the Force would sense their approach.

     
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  8. Jacen Novastar

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    Jacen fancied a glance over into the newcomer's direction, shooting the man a look with no particular feeling. He shrugged at Jek's question, a hand motioning towards two of the men, who then moved to deal with the random corpse on the ground. Truthfully, random murder on the street was not his usual style, but his blood had been pumping when the inebriated idiot had decided to come their way. He pondered on his actions for just a moment, his eyes shifting to the air momentarily as his hand cupped his chin.

    "Hm." Jacen pulled open his leather jacket, revealing to the Enforcer the charcoal-black DL-44 that was holstered onto his hip. He still didn't address the man with words as of yet, and so far he gave off the impression that he was too caught up in his own thoughts to care. Not even the sight and smell of a body releasing its orifices onto the street were enough to break him from his thoughts, unlike a good portion of the men who were with him. The two thugs tasked with disposing of the body had it worst of them all, but they moved to throw the man off a ledge with haste instead of lingering upon their Vigo's orders.

    The hand slipped off his chin after several seconds, his fingers coming together into an audible Snap that broke through the tension. "...I guess I've done and realized I've gotta problem, eh?" He blurted out, coming to the realization that he may have been a bit liberal with the delivery of death than he'd originally thought.

    Further justification came a moment later when that same hand was whipped towards the air, and his palm closed tightly into a fist, bringing a passing Airspeeder to an unnatural and sudden halt. The outside of the vehicle would visibly begin to crumble beneath the weight of his invisible grip, leaving the unlucky passengers within to be at the whim of his mercy. But mercy was not spared for the insects he stepped upon every time he walked on wanted to walk over some real soil. He swiveled his gaze towards Jek, a mischievous grin curling onto his lips.

    "I think it's time we pay our competition a visit."

    He cocked back his fist, the airspeeder following his movements. His arm once more whipped forwards, and with it the vehicle he held onto through the force. It rocketed through the air until it impacted the Cantina's upper floor, destroying a large portion of the outer wall in the process. The airspeeder fell to the ground after the impact, fully reduced to a crumbled wreck amidst the falling debris around it.

    Two fingers pointed towards the front door, and his men proceeded to the entrance without hesitation, all of them besides Jek Raynar, who he held back with him whilst the gunfighting began inside. "...We're gonna visit the boss and get this over with." Jacen lowered his hand from the sky, reaching through the force once more, but targeting the Enforcer to his side. "I've got a feelin' that we're in for company besides these Hutts." He took off into a full sprint, and Jek would follow suit as he floated through the air beside him. He whipped his hand forth once more and delivered the Enforcer first into the breach. Jacen followed suit several seconds later, though he intentionally would delay jumping forth after the man as a...test of sorts.

    Something like that, anyway.

    Either way, he popped up through the crumbling opening behind Jek after a short moment of absence, his hands resting nonchalantly in his jacket pockets. Orange-tinted eyes settled onto the Hutt, his visage coming to a blur as he weaved across the room to address the Hutt up close.

    "Evenin' Goda. Lovely establishment ya' got here."

    An open palm rested upon the obese creature that somehow maintained its sentience. Jacen was almost disgusted by the idea of even his prosthetic touching the thing. Not that it showed, going off the sly smile now resting on his face. Light emitted from his prosthetic hand, a loud boom following up next without warning. Where skin and...cartiledge, he assumed, had once been located had been replaced by a clearly visible hole in the dying Hutt's chest, blown through by the weapon contained within the unassuming prosthesis.

    "Black Sun sends its regards."
     
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  9. Nikitis Fel

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    Location: Golden Hutt Cantina (Top Floor)
    Disguise: Namuh Ton

    The chaos of the enforcer entering the chamber, wounded to talk to Goda, caught Nikitis off guard. The bloodied Zabrak, might as well have been speaking gibberish with how quickly he was talking. Turning away and towards the window, the chiss moved towards it, looking out into the night sky of Nar Shaddaa. What he did manage to see was a speeder hovering oddly in the air. Head tilting slightly the Imperial watched it as then it started to fly towards the building. Raising the glass of whiskey to his lips, Nikkitis’ eyes widened. It was flying at the building!

    “FU-!” The Chiss said as he bolted to the right towards the frozen statue of the Aing Ti, with a click of his heels, he lifted from the ground. The boots on his feet spat flames, rocketing the disguised man across the room. Both hands grabbed onto the hovercart and sped across the VIP chamber as the speeder finally made its impact.

    The first thing that could be heard was the shattering of glass as it exploded inwards. Next was the sound of duracrete giving way from the force of impact. Bits of the ceiling fell free, collapsing to the floor. One nearly crushing Nikitis as he sped past, instead it landed just a bit behind him. Stopping his boots, the chiss landed, taking cover behind the piece of rubble. In an instant in one hand he held a pistol. The other reached over touching his wrist activating a beckon call to summon his ship to him.

    Chaos had completely enveloped the club. From the floors below, the imperial could hear shots and screams. He could hear the sounds of booted feet rushing up the stairs to save Goda. Yet as Nikitis peeked through a hole in the rubble he saw it was too late. The chiss saw the Hutt’s demise, a wide smile spreading across his face, the masquer he wore contorting it to make it far too wide. They’d just saved him so many credits. Taking note of the face, of the features of the assailants, Nikitis packed the knowledge away for later. They were Black Sun, and they would come in handy in the future. Though all he needed now was a distraction.

    As if on cue the rest of Goda’s enforced exploded through the door rushing towards the Black Sun assailants spitting blasterfire and swinging vibroweapons. ‘Awh, perfect timing…’

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  10. Jek Raynar

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    Jek couldn't help but feel off around this Vigo. The air about him was cold. His own gut didn't settle well with the feeling that gripped at him. Glancing briefly at Jacen Novastar blaster, the Calian shrugged and holstered the newly looted weapon on his own person. One of the many secure pockets of his trench coat.

    " Huh?" Jek uttered and looked on in horror as a airspeeder was halted. At first the realization of sciences came. Going over how different energy fields could halt a vehicle such as this to a tee and with little error. It wasn't when the airspeeder began to shutter and implode on itself and those it had inside that Jek threw his theory away. The look Vigo Jacen gave while preforming such a feat told the Enforcer everything. He couldn't explain how he knew but the ripples of raw emotion were palpable to him. This was not the first time the Calian had encountered a force sensitive. Jek knew he himself was to some degree but this was something entirely different. It was no wonder Jacen enjoyed getting his hands dirty.

    From the alley where they gathered the impact of the crushed speeder against the cantina was distinct. No mistaking the sound of metal and glass scraping against one another. Before a next word could be said a clear picture came to Jeks mind. A picture of him falling and attacked. But he could not sense where or when this was.

    Much like how the Vigo was in his own thoughts, Jek was now the same. Reserved and staying to himself as the order to charge the cantina was given. A cantina owned by the Hutts. This was going to be interesting to say the least. Nor would it be easy.

    " Excuse me?" Jek questioned throwing his concern into the open. It was something he was alone in. Even seasoned warriors and crack shots were ended but Cartel guards so why is this little rag tag gang attempting it. Jeks questions, his body and mind were taken else where as Jacen moved forward ina sprint of sheer speed. The Calian was literally dragged behind him and entombed by some invisible barrier. The entire situation throwing Jek into a minor panic attack causing him to wheeze, cough and breath faster. The ground below him blurred and then grew further away as he was lifted higher and higher. With a not so graceful tuck and roll into shattered glass, Jek shook his head and looked around the scene of utter discord inside the cantina. With a hurt ego and the twist of danger lurking by Jek did his best to get to his feet but was attacked from his blindside.

    "Gah!" He shrieks. Gripping the man holding him from behind. Held in place a scaled fist planted it's self on the Calians face. The sound could of been felt. Several more swings and Jek was bloodied. Slumped toward the ground attempting to get back up. His moves were greeted by the vicious kicks and stomps of cartel guards. " Ah ahh. Arrggh. Gah." He groaned one last time before a heel struck his cheek and then in that moment something gave. Adrenaline kept Jek alive and enabled him to take the beating but his recovery and counter attacked was fueled by a different sort of chemical cocktail.

    The veins visible on the Calian grew in size. His body clearing becoming more vascular. Body temperature rose significantly. A warmth radiated off Jek and his already dilated pupils expanded till the sclera was now gone. Rystaad, the gift of all Calians. With an animalistic grin, Jek forced his body to get up through the flurry of kicks and stomps. A savage punch was thrown toward one guard to his rib cage. A blow that toppled the alien and dented his chest guard. His friend received the same treatment but with a special treat. A distinct crack sounded out when Jeks fist met his foes midrib. Flesh vibrating and ripping faster than could be seen. The screams of the guard filled the chamber and his eyes confirmed the feeling of a vibroknuckler forced into his now shattered chest. Screams that were silenced when his trachea was crushed by Jeks off hand.

    " Rrrrggghhhh." The Calian had little to say and approached the previous guard he threw on the table. He descended on the man and went to work with his vibroknuckler. It was a scene more akin to painting and cutting slabs of meat than a beating. Even after the piece of meat of finished being " sculpted". Jek wasn't satisfied till half the corpse of his work was thrown at Jacen Novastar , poised to land stop his shoes.
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  11. Tyra Kadenze

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    Tyra had heard the crash into the cantina's upper floor, soon followed by blaster fire and a great deal many sensations through the Force. Zeal, surprise, fear, pain, and death. This little war had taken hold of the cantina and the two Jedi could not stop the second slaughter from occurring.

    The apprentice and her master took off straight for the entrance, but stopped a few meters before the entrance. A bit to the side of the entrance laid a crushed air speeder half buried in rubble. It was then that she noticed the gaping whole in the upper floor of the building. Her heart almost stopped when she noticed the viscera that covered the inside window of the speeder. An intense dizziness enveloped her, but she shut her eyes and looked away to prevent a very troublesome occurrence from happening with her psyche.

    Tyra centered herself and allowed the Force to bring her comfort and security, but there wasn't much to be found with the battle raging just inside. Still, her nerves calmed down, and she found duty. Duty to the Force to protect any innocents caught in the crossfire, and save any others from the grave fate that befell those in the speeder.

    Tyra avoided drawing her weapon, instead she took the stealthy approach before entering the building. Carnage was all she saw. Bodies lay all over the foyer, blaster holes littered the surrounding walls and even the ceiling. Screams, shouts, and lots of blaster fire could be heard in the adjacent rooms, but the foyer was quiet. The battle here was fought and the assailants had moved on.

    The young Jedi hurried over to the bodies, using the Force to sense who was still alive and render aid if needed. Most were dead, but some lay groaning on the floor and against the walls. The girl did not know who was who, and she did not care. Tyra knelt down next to a mirialan man, shot in the abdomen and in the onset of a panic attack. She did not know any healing techniques, so all she could do was put his mind at ease. She laid her hands on his shoulders, closed her eyes and breathed slowly. As Tyra sent waves of comforting thoughts to him via the Force, his breathing slowed to match hers.

    The apprentice opened her eyes and smiled a bit. She helped him up and assisted in walking up out the cantina where help was hopefully coming. Tyra would continue to render aid to those still alive in the foyer.


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  12. Jacen Novastar

    Jacen Novastar The Dark Prince
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    His hand retracted from the Hutt's dying carcass, retreating into his jacket to whip out the Dl-44 holstered within. His eyes darted across to the Hutt's personal entourage of thugs, several of which had just finished being on the receiving of the Enforcer and his vibroknuckles. Several flashes followed the altercation, dropping the thugs that were left with a clean, sizzling shot right to their respective temples. He needed not the force nor any cybernetics to finish what was left. A corpse landing at his feet was proof enough for him, to which the Enforcer received a sly grin, privy to the sight of Jacen lounging down onto a nearby seat. He picked up a glass of alcohol that was left after the chaos, sitting the blaster down onto the table as he sipped generously on the liquor.

    "Mmmm, Mmm, mmm!"

    He smacked his lips in satisfaction, finishing off the glass at a leisurely pace while the battle downstairs began slowing to a halt. Eyes wandered across to the dead and deflating Hutt corpse, then across to a half-full bottle of whiskey on the table. "...You want some?" He asked Jek, not even bothering to mention what had occurred just moments before.

    Jacen rose up from the table, grabbing the bottle with his organic hand and moving for the stairs. "Regardless, seems like things are slowing down 'round here, yea?" It was definitely possible that he wasn't trying to slight the man on purpose. The mind of Jacen Novastar was a fickle thing at times, given the responsibilities and ambitions that came with one in his position. Not to mention the fact that he was an avid fan of good whiskey, and the bottle in his hand was definitely some damn good whiskey.

    He descended down the stairs, assuming the Calian was following him as he walked since his eyes hadn't wandered anywhere but forwards. "You lookin' for some steady work, right?" He'd ask at about the halfway point down the stairs. "I'm in need of a new lieutenant. Current one i've got thinks he's hot shit-- which is fine, of course. But you can't think you're hot shit and also conspire with men under my command to take my spot." His shoulders tensed into an exaggerated shrug, the fingers on his cybernetic hand contorting into the shape of a gun that was now aimed at his own temple.

    "...That's how you end up like this."

    A hand reached out as he touched down onto the final step, his eyes locking onto his current lieutenant. The man was still busy leading the remaining thugs in a winning battle against the few remaining Hutt thugs that were alive. Unfortunately his time in management would come to an abrupt end, along with his life. He was torn through the air abruptly, the shock on his face not even bothering to register what was going on as he was dragged across the cantina against his will. His throat found itself in Jacen's palm, a pair of eyes with the killing intent of a predator being the last thing he'd see.

    "You're fired."

    The former lieutenant spasmed into a lifeless bag of meat as Jacen dug into his neck, bending both flesh and bone until things began to scrunch and snap like a pile of twigs on the ground. He tossed the body away from his sight, sending it careening into the bar on the other side of the cantina.

    "...So like i was sayin'. I've got an opening for a lieutenant."
     
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  13. Kalja Tal'Vera

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    Kalja winced, closing her eyes briefly as she felt the sudden pressure through the Force. The dozens killed and more so injured nearby. She would follow her eager Padawan, closely until they came upon the building and debris. As Tyra began to move the wounded or dead out from the Cantina, Kalja reached out through the Force, touching everything - ever so lightly. She would press and feel, searching for the one who caused this destruction.

    And then she felt it.

    A pulse of rage, a hint of something sinister, a darkened mind.

    The form of Jacen Novastar appeared in her mind, and as soon as he executed his Lieutenant, Kalja dropped herself from the Force.

    She opened her eyes, and groaned softly.

    "Wasn't expecting him to be a Forcer, then again..." She looked around at the destruction, and then up to the back end of a taxi that appeared to be wedged into an office.

    "I'll admit, his aim is not half-bad." She allowed herself a chuckle, turning to her Padawan, she shrugged. "C'mon, we got something else to deal with.


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  14. Jek Raynar

    Jek Raynar Average joe
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    Dilated pupils akin to the void of space starred back at Jacen Novastar as a bottle was offered to Jek. Time seemed to move slower. Each movement drawn out into distinct movements. The words the Vigo mouthed, Jek could hardly understand in his current state. Rapid breaths escaped the Calians maw and the warmth of blood soaked his trench cloak, shirt and skin heavily. The consistency of liquid turning into a solid as the blood began the process to clot. By now the crimson fluid was almost like a jelly on his body.

    Jeks thoughts ran rapid. Unable to focus on the question if he wanted to have a drink from a bottle once sipped on by a now dead Hutt. By the time Jek would even consider answering, The Vigo was gone, poised to lead the rest of his men downstairs. Jek stayed behind but could still hear the voice of the man as he spoke.

    This boy is a spazz. A damn spazz. How the kark could the Black Sun allow this chump to be a Vigo? At his age? What is he a prodigy? Of Crime?!His demeanor is no different than the thousands of thugs Ive been given authority over and yet there he goes.

    The Calian stood to his feet slowly. Shoving the carved corpse to the side and slowly following after the Vigo. The chemical cocktail that was known as rystaad still pumping through his body. The vascular activity or pump could be observed all over Jeks body and slowly beginning to fade.

    " I dont shit where I eat." Jek commented glaring at the bottle that was offered to him. He continued to follow and listen as best he could with a pounding in his skull and writhing cough seizing up in his lungs. " You know im looking for more work."

    The Calians brow rose slightly. Who does this Vigo think I am? If anything im nothing more than a mere man. An average joe. He listened and nodded to himself as Jacen went over the simplistic rules of taking the position and how betrayal was not to be had amidst his ruling and the consequences of disobeying him. Which for intents seemed pretty standard for the Syndicate. Maybe it was the natural chemical payload of drugs or the haze that seemed to proliferate in Jeks mind, but what happened next seemed as normal as the corpse he cleaved into two only minutes ago. The scene of the Vigos lieutenant flying across the cantina into the hands of Jacen himself. Choked to death with a single hand.

    When a hard man witnessed a scene that was hard to watch, there was what you can only define as a stand still. Neither budging into weakness or fear, not on a physical level at least. Jek Raynar was a hardened man and even still he had enough humility to admist within the recessed of his mind one thing.

    The way this Vigo gets down scares me.

    " Whats in it for me?"

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  15. Tyra Kadenze

    Tyra Kadenze Two-faced, like a coin
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    Tyra had finished herding the last survivor of the battle in the foyer out of the building when she heard her master's next command, with what she assumed was to go on the offensive against the assailants. This, she felt, was very foolhardy. Up until now, the padawan hadn't been in real combat. There were doubts in her mind, compounded by the fact that their leader was an unhinged Force user.

    "Are you sure, master? Him? I sense cruelty, malice, and one strong in the Force. He's very dangerous"

    Uncertainty lingered for a bit, but she straightened up. There would be no cowardice from her, there would be only justice. She was a Jedi. This is what she was meant to do.

    "Actually, you're right. I'll be on my guard. Someone like him needs to be shut down for the betterment of those around him."

    Tyra withdrew her saber from her belt, she'd be ready if a fight started between them.

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  16. Nikitis Fel

    Nikitis Fel The Illustrious High Moff
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    Spending his entire time hiding behind the rubble, staying silent Niktis had managed to completely avoid the attention of the Black Sun members that had stormed Goda’s club. In fact, the chiss was surprised they’d been so easy to avoid, especially since the one who killed Goda could utilize the force. Looking over to the statue of carbonite that contained an Aing Tii, Nikitis smiled, and soon enough so would he.

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    A few minutes later

    The day was fairly eventful, and a fruitful venture. Perhaps it was to a cesspool of a planet that he never would’ve visited otherwise, and maybe he had to deal with an absolutely repulsive Hutt. Yet, Nikitis had made out like a fat rat, he didn’t have to spend a dime on his prize. Walking through the streets of Nar Shaddaa, the man drew looks, but in reality, no one truly cared. All they would see is a twi’lek pushing a captured entity in carbonite possibly thinking him a Bounty Hunter.

    One day the chiss would have to thank the Black Sun for saving him so much trouble of having to eventually kill Goda. From the skylanes above the freighter Nikitis had provisioned for the mission lowered from the higher levels of Nar Shaddaa to hover in a lane, a ramp awaiting his ascent.

    Pushing his quarry in, the hatch shutting behind him, the chiss slammed a fist into the wall signaling for the droid pilot flying to lift off. As the ship rose once more into the upper lanes and through the atmosphere, the chiss reached up grabbing the edge of his masquer. With a tug and pull Nikitis stripped the Vong creature from his flesh. Thin proboscis that had entered his pores tore free, the pain of which caused the muscles in the chiss’ thick neck and to bulge and his jaw tighten.

    Free of his disguise the chiss stood bare turning towards the Aing-ti, a hand rubbing across the cool material of carbonite. A smile upon his face, those crimson eyes sparkling with excitement. “Ohhh, we will accomplish great things together.”

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  17. Jacen Novastar

    Jacen Novastar The Dark Prince
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    "Money. Power. Women."

    Jacen responded to Jek, shrugging his shoulders afterwards as his feet reached the ground level of the cantina. "...Or men, if that's what you're into. I don't judge~" A smirk crawled onto his face with that last comment. He didn't judge the preferences of men or women, but he did like using what made people uncomfortable as another tool in his arsenal, if his words were enough to provoke a reaction.

    He stepped across a couple of bodies, still assuming that Jek was following him closely. The violence had been brought to a close after the last few thugs were killed off or surrendered. They were promptly executed by Jacen's men, of course, a scene that he paid little attention to at the current moment. His focus seemed elsewhere, divided clearly between talking to his future Lieutenant and something that drew his gaze towards the outside. It was in that direction he would move slowly, casually stepping across bodies until he reached the shot-through doors that were entrance.

    Jacen came to a stop just short of the entrance, peering back to ensure the man that was following him was still there. "...Better yet, if you want the chance to see this fucking galaxy brought to its knees in subservience to us, you'll make the smart decision."

    He pushed the doors open with that last sentence delivered, walking out into the musty air to meet the presences that he felt lingering outside. "Good evening, ladies!" Jacen spoke up, clearly far too nonchalant regarding the bloodletting and chaos that engulfed the street. "Unfortunately this establishment has been...temporarily closed for the evening." He eyed the weapons the two women carried, but made no overt move towards any weapons that may have been in his possession.

    A brief silence followed his decree, his eyes shifting between the two every so often.

    "...I don't suppose I can convince you two lovely Jedi to make a reservation for another day, can I?"

    A chuckle forced its way through his lips. It wasn't easy keeping up the façade of non-aggression. He'd kill them all the same if the benefit was well worth the exertion of having to fight two of their kind at the same time. He imagined the younger of the two would be the easiest to kill. Perhaps her death would even bring the older of the two women to become unhinged, and therefore an easiest mark to take out.

    Decisions, decisions.
     
  18. Kalja Tal'Vera

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    Kalja nodded softly. "I'm confident, however, we can try the more diplomatic approach."

    "Always be on your Guard, I'd hate to have to come rescue you from some Black Sun auction..." Kalja chuckled, turning to the newest presence. She could feel what her Padawan spoke of, the hatred and disdain for those beneath him. She would shiver, just slightly. The dark side of the Force was evident in his being, and it clashed with the Light of the Jedi duo causing a stir - one that caused her shiver.

    Kalja shook her head softly. "We have no quarrel with you - we're just here to aid the wounded." She gestured to her Padawan who was behind her. "My Padawan would like to take a look, further..." She turned back to Jacen and gestured with her free hand.

    "I don't suppose you could allow us through, to aid the wounded...?" Kalja trailed off, knowing full well they would probably desire to control the narrative, nevertheless, she would try. It was part of her Code, part of her being. She knew that she couldn't meddle in the activity that the Black Sun engaged in - this wasn't the Republic. She took note of the man following close behind Jacen, just in case things got out of hand.

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