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Post by Jarek Rithin on Nov 25, 2009 3:28:12 GMT -5
tucked in among the outer reaches of the Coronet Spaceport, the BlackStar is an independently owned repair and refueling yard deigned for tramp freighters, private craft and fast transports. a busy collection of warehouses, restaurants, shops, and cantinas, it was a haven for independent captains and freelance spacefarers. The shops were filled with exotic foods and materials from across the known Galaxy... well, the cheap exotic kind. Most anything you needed to keep a ship flying could be found someone in the dirty but efficient repair yards... and with the right connections and enough coin, anything else you wanted could be found as well.
BlackStar happened to be the main repair yard for the Black Sun smuggling fleet, their ships hiding in plain sight among the other aging hulls. The smuggled goods were easily stowed in the maze of containers that choked the rented warehouse, and their crews disappearing in to the press of the crowd that moved through it daily.
BlackStar was the center of criminal operations on Correlia for the Black Sun. illegal weapons, slaves, and Spice moved through it and deeper in to the slums of Coronet, where it would be distributed to the street gangs are dealers who did most of the dirty work. hefty bribes to key spaceport officials and local police kept them happily oblivious, and the knowledge that the Black Sun's elite enforcers lived and worked as part of the repair crews kept any rivals from poking their heads in too far.
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This is the main contact point for the Black Sun on Correlia. contacting one of their representative is as easy as displaying their business card to the right bartender or shopkeeper. Any other criminal activity on the premises isn't tolerated and will be dealt with harshly.
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Post by Jarek Rithin on Nov 25, 2009 4:00:33 GMT -5
The mid-afternoon crowd was as thick as usual in the early evening. the scene was calm, since no one had time to get drunk yet, and the announcement of arrivals and departures blared out over a loud speaker. The peace was broken, though, as the hulking black togorian walked through the crowd, shoppers hurrying out of his way as he cut a path through them for his two companions to follow.
He walked purposefully in to a small cantina near the administration center of the WayStation, a dark, closed off little bar that was frequently used to discuss things that were better left in private. The group moved through the darkness, first stopping at the bar and looking briefly at the Duros manning it tonight. He gestured quickly with his head, over to a booth in the back, and the group split up. the Togorian and his human companion heading over to the table, another Human resting his elbow casually against the bar to watch from a distance.
The two creatures sat down casually, across from the booth other occupants, and the Human leaned forward with a smile. All three of them were armed, though no more heavily then one would expect for this part of town. a simple blaster on the hip, and a long knife in the belt of the togorian.
"You're a long way from home, Imp"
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Post by Lord Ire on Nov 25, 2009 4:54:58 GMT -5
Through the doors of the badly lit cantina came a shadow of a large man, his black robes a cloak make him seem like a black hole in the failing light. He approaches the table at which Jarek Rithin sits. The the immensely tall man with glowing red eyes gave the Togorian bodyguard a glance and checked him for a threat factor, it was low. Turning his gaze back to Rithin, the shadow spoke.
"Jarek Rithin I presume?" Ire asked with in a calm tone.
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Post by Jarek Rithin on Nov 25, 2009 5:08:57 GMT -5
The Man tilted his head up slowly. He looked to be in his early forties, streaks of grey starting to show in his dark hair. There was nothing especially imposing about him, average height, average build, but his bright green eyes were sharp and his face, though lined, was still handsome enough. His clothes were of good quality, but comfortable, those of a man who knew what he liked and didn't care what current fashion was. He gave the newcomer a long, hard look before answering.
"I should think one of your talents wouldn't need to ask such trivial questions. And i also think you of all people would desire to leave proper names and titles to the imagination, since you really do know how to attract attention to yourself..."
His face remained completely neutral, showing no signs of intimidation or fear. He knew the man was a Dark Jedi, someone used to watching others squirm in their seats. But until Jarek knew the true extent of the extent of the others power, he refused to display a shred of weakness.
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Post by Lord Ire on Nov 25, 2009 5:24:18 GMT -5
Ire was impressed by the slightly aged man and his response, he was straightforward and had edge. He was the perfect fall guy for the job for one reason, Ire's unknown powers at work.
"I wouldn't worry about the sentients in this slag pit noticing me sir, the dark side clouds everything." Ire warns with a slightly spooky tone. The dark side had the ability to cloud peoples vision and mind, masters of the Force camouflage technique would appear to not be in a room when seen clearly by those that he choses; Ire was such a master.
"You know why I am here then, I require your assistance in acquiring specific items."
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Post by Jarek Rithin on Nov 25, 2009 5:30:29 GMT -5
Rithin Smiled a bit. He knew a bit about the Force, his travels and his studies of the Galaxy at large gave him a basic understanding of it's principles... and it's limitations. This Jedi was thinking only about this room, this cantina, but Jarek wondered if he gave a thought to the trail that led to here. If he wasn't cautious enough, anyone with enough brains could figure out someone of great importance from the RGE had gone to a lot of trouble to arrive on Correlia....
Rithin looked at him again, and then gestured to a seat, offering the other man to sit down without saying it. "Why you are here is of secondary concern to me. First let us talk compensation. If there is no profit in this to me, i would rather walk away knowing no more than i already do... and sleep easier knowing the Empire considered me a tool rather than a threat...."
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Post by Lord Ire on Nov 25, 2009 5:42:09 GMT -5
"A man of intelligence, I admire that." Ire says while brushing off the offer to sit. "The Empire knows value when they see it, and if that value is worth it we can be generous."
Ire looked at the the human sensing a certain voidness coming from the man in front of him. It was strange, like the way a Mandalorian feels to a Force-user, empty. This impressed Ire even more.
"Twenty million credits, a third now and the rest upon delivery."
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Post by Jarek Rithin on Nov 25, 2009 5:47:31 GMT -5
The Togorian growled a bit at the number, though whether it was impressed or offended was uncertain. Jarek's face didn't change, He just sat there, silently, for a long moment. He was thinking things over, running scenarios over in his head, weighing the odds.
"Plus expenses and full control over planning... and no questions asked. You know i have business interests in Imperial Space, and I know you would not think twice about using this as an opportunity to disrupt those interests at a later date."
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Post by Lord Ire on Nov 25, 2009 6:03:39 GMT -5
Ire looks at the Togorian and gives the creature a flash of his eyes, unaltered in his poise with Rithin. He would love to make a carpet out of the beast but thinks it would be bad manners to do so. That is when Ire gave a squinted look, the only sign on his voided face that he was happy.
"I'll do you one better Mr Rithin," Ire spoke with a slight glee to his tone, "I'll add twenty percent to cover your expenses and give you control of planning, plus I'll make sure that and Hutt problems you have go away. Does that sound like it is worth something to you?"
Ire knows that Rithin isn't a fool and should be highly tempted to take the offer, but expects some heckling, he knows crime lords love a good bargin.
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Post by Jarek Rithin on Nov 25, 2009 6:10:16 GMT -5
Rithin smiled a bit at his bodygaurds reaction, a quick snort at the counter-offer betrayed the other creatures surprise. Rithin slapped the giant alien on the side, and it started to stand up almost immediately.
"Very generous of you indeed. i believe we have a bargain. all i need to know is where this item of yours is, where to locate it, and where to drop it off. I can guarantee you total secrecy and no prying."
He started to stand up himself, then stopped for a moment and turned back once more. "Could i ask for one small favor? Could you dispense with the subtleties regarding the Hutts? the thought of the slugs crapping themselves in fear at the sight of Imperial Stormtroopers working along side mine is very pleasant to me indeed...."
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Post by Lord Ire on Nov 25, 2009 6:56:12 GMT -5
Ire's hand appears from out of the shadow of his cloak holding a credit chip card containing the beginning payment. Also out was the list of materials, which he hands with the card to Rithin. Upon looking at the list, its mostly chemical compounds and a biological analyzing equipment but the main piece of equipment that would raise an eyebrow is a Ssi-ruuk entechment rig.
Ire himself feels good that Rithin shares his opinion of the Hutts. "Is there one in perticular you would like skinned, perhaps stuffed?" Ire shows his diabolical nature as he drops the subtleties, it shows how evil this man. The scary thought would be to look inside Ire's mind at this moment. Its swirling imagination thinking of such horrendous thoughts, it would make mutilation seem like a flesh wound.
"Your pilots will meet the contact on Tattooine, you have a reserved docking bay at the spaceport under the alias 'Shran'. Make sure I get eveything on that list in a timely manner and I'll give you a bonus."
With that said, Ire appears to simply vanish in front of Rithin and his party. To no surprise, no one seems to notice it, except for Rithin and his Togorian friend.
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Post by Jarek Rithin on Nov 25, 2009 22:24:36 GMT -5
Rithin Didn't touch the card, instead his bodyguard took it. Rithin learned long ago that the better he isolated himself from the dirty details of his business, the harder it would be to arrest him for any of it.
The other man that had come in with them moved up during the exchange, but didn't bother looking at Ire. He took the data cards from Talon, and then waited until the Sith had left before anyone said anything.
Rithin kept his back turned to the pair the whole time, a silly ritual to outsiders, perhaps, but this way He could honestly say he never touched the information, and never saw what was done with it. Simplistic, yes, but it was the truth, and such statements would hold up even under Force-enhanced interrogations.
"Styk, handle this personally. Besides you, we use outsiders for the muscle and the contacts. We're dealing with a dangerous entity here and we have to assume that all the goods are toxic. nothing traces back to us."
The other man, Styk, just nodded, but said nothing as he read through the lists on the data cards. They all just stood there for a few long minutes, saying nothing, making sure the Jedi and any of his associates had moved on before they began speaking in their own private code language. a secret tongue that had served the Black Sun well for centuries. After a moment he looked up, and just nodded again. "and when we're done?"
Rithin smiled a bit, knowing exactly what the other man meant. "pay the outsiders and let them be on their way, of course."
Styk narrowed his eyes slightly. "this won't go unnoticed. common thieves don't steal from hospitals...." as the man spoke his eyes flashed... literally flashed, a deep blood red, but only for a moment. "The dead mercenaries on Coruscant, then this. The Empire isn't telling us the whole story."
Rithin nodded again, a cold smile creeping across his face. "And We learned long ago not to trust the Empire OR the Sith... and here we seem to have an unholy alliance of both. I promised total secrecy, and i expect nothing less from our side. But if the Republic should be clever enough to pick up the trail... "
Styk nodded again, the half-breed's eyes glowing softly once again as his eyes turned back to the list. He knew this was a dangerous gambit, certainly, but if Rithin was right then there was something big looming on the horizon. With the Empire involved, this usually meant war, and war was very good for business... unless it ended too quickly.
Jarek Smiled as he let his associate run things over in his head, thinking almost the same thoughts he was, but within the slightest bit of apprehension. He was sowing the seeds of chaos, and knew he was one of the few ready to harvest it's fruits.
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Post by Selena Uhopria on Aug 3, 2010 13:34:06 GMT -5
She opens the door and Nick walks before her. She enters the building and the people waiting there stop and hold still.
"I am Lady Selena. Mr Kade, unfortunately took sick and died. I am taking over the reigns. I know who Kade ran this place and that is not how I will run it." Her voice goes from seductive to cold. "Nothing happens here with out my knowledge. If you double cross me I'll kill you painfully. Work with me and I'll make sure it is worth your time."
She walks to the main frame and places in her codes. The main frame blinks and rewrites it's self to her orders.
She turns and point to Nick."This is my Second in Command Mr. Nick his orders are my orders I would not advice crossing him."
Nick bows to her and his dark eyes look at all there. "I will treat you the way you treat me. No more dealing behind our back. We will try to look like a legal group to hide from the Jedi, but that means you are no longer allowed to bully the people here. Lady Selena will take care of it."
She nods and walks off . She pulls out a wand looking machine and Snaps her fingers. Two large droid come up equipped with the same wand device. "Scour the entire building leave nothing un-scanned. I want all back doors and unsecured areas found."
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