Hoth's Open Orbit

Hevn sat in the cockpit, gazing out at the space before him, watching. Nothing moved out here. The western rim was less populated and there was little traffic to observe. There wasn't much more than the asteroids floating to look at.

Hevn was a patient man, sometimes to a fault. His lethargy during the civil war had cost many soldiers their lives until he set boots on the battlefield to atone for their unintentional sacrifice. In battle, such patience was foolish, in other matters though it often prevailed. Such as now.

He felt a sudden pull on his mind, and answer to his call. It was laced with a feeling, an acceptance of beckoning. Suddenly he was sure of Solomon's existence and presence here. The man wanted to be found.

Hevn frowns in slight discomfort at the prospect of flying into the asteroids. He was a not an ace pilot by any stretch of the imagination. It wasn't the most dangerous thing he had ever tried in his infiltrator. Navigating them made for a tense flight. He took it painfully slow, and a breath of relief came when the base appeared on his scans. The shield over a hangar door turned from the electric blue color to clear, and he took the Sith Infiltrator in, and then down. His pale sapphire eyes scan the hangar to find a figure approaching, supported by a staff of some means. He presumed this would be his escort.

He steps out of the cockpit and descends the ramp to the hangar floor. Bedrovelse stands rigid, almost nobly so, in his black great coat. It was made of krayt skin, and dyed in the norris root. He wears black pants and boots, a utility belt at his waist. From it was clipped his lightsaber and his holstered blaster pistol. His steel grey hair hangs at neck length, unkempt and wild from travel. His frame is wider than a man his height should be. It would be evident Bedrovlese was a cyborg based on his stature and the way the synth skin stretched over his jaw. He was more linear, than round like most humanoids.

As the man grew nearer, he could sense the force surrounding this one. It had to be Xeonon. The presence was familiar, not unlike the one he felt earlier.

Bedrovelse's voice would have been a soft one, devoid of bass, except for the cybernetics assisting his speech giving it a slightly mechanical sound.

"A pleasure, Xeonon. It is not often I encounter others with the ability to skirt death's grasp. I am Bedrovelse Hevn, a Jen'jidai, previously of an order that is now lost. Not unlike yours. It would seem that you, like myself, are trying to rebuild from the havoc wreaked by the Mandalorians."

His eyes dart to the pike, and then Solomon's face.

"I assure you my prejudice for ideologies is limited to the self righteous jedi and their pseudo peace. I have not come to raise harm to you, or the operation you have going on here. I am, however, inclined to ask what your plans for the future hold, and to share mine with you. "

Hevn was a skilled and practical diplomat. One of his greatest skills was his way with words, and using them when the situation demanded it. He had a cool head, and spoke calmly as was required in politics and business, both at which he excelled tremendously. He watched Solomon for a moment of silence before concluding with a stiff bow, his lower back dipping, but chin tilted up so that his eyes never left Xeonon's torso in case of sudden attack or provocation.

"Also...I apologize for intruding on your privacy. It is a precious thing that I cherish as well. I am honored to stand before you."

Bedrovelse nodded imperiously, accepting the gesture of respect offered to the Dark Jedi and the title it carried to be one of his kind. Hevn crosses his arms, his dueling gauntlets clenched in a fist around each elbow. A grim look sweeps his face in a sudden dark wave.

He wondered what pieces of the puzzle Solomon had, that he had heard of Hevn. Bedrovelse was the most vicious kind of murderer. Unbiased. Hevn's lust for revenge drove him to kill Jedi for sport before he was even trained properly. His raw barbaric savagery tuned with the rediscovery of vapaad with Lapay no Ryu made him an almost unbearable opponent. He had hunted any and every target An Tiarna Dubh commanded with cunning and precision. Even the Dark Tide could not contain Hevn's thirst for blood as he conquered worlds outside their interests. The Dark Jedi honed him into something far more sinister. All of that fury and hate concentrated into something some considered an almost flawless warrior. When the Order collapsed into civil war he was forced to kill the men who honed him, the legends in the shadows that swept out like Death's hand and snatched whomever they chose to obliterate. Maimed as he was, he stood victorious. This is how Hevn's enemies remembered him.

Hevn's allies relished that dark side in him, and that the monster was on their side. An expert in alchemy, he had taught and shaped spells for others. His access to the DJO's library has helped him continue to expand his vast knowledge base. It makes him an expert strategist at finding weaknesses, as complimented by his wide range of potent powers. A resourceful and discreet ally, to appear in Solomon's face after all this time would be a testament to his durability and intelligence. He had proven successful in acquiring many rare artifacts and great knowledge for the Sage, William Reign. Even death could not stop Hevn once his mastery of transference and spirits was finally achieved. Time had changed things, and made him sharper. The Lord of Despair to the Galactic Empire for a time until Sinistra vanished, and he returned to a pale shadow of it's former self.

He wondered from where on his long journey he was recognized, and what judgment Solomon was passing over him. He was sorely fatigued from persistent harassment from Mandalorian hunters on every planet not dominated by idle Sith and Jedi. If his reputation damaged this connection than he was going to need to be prepared to carve his way out of another ship. Men like Hevn never stopped assessing the danger, the escape routes, his brain grinding away information and tensing his muscles.

" The road is more brutal than it is long, and still I walk."

He paused as the look flashed away. A glimpse of a tired soul may have reflected in the brief silence before he continued.

"I will follow, but a warning. I am little fond of surprises. "

Another trip into the lion's den. This man served to be the most welcoming and least intimidating of his recent ventures. Hutts and Mandalorians made for coarse conversation. Being without allies meant relying on razor sharp alertness and a steady connection to the force.

Bedrovelse sat where welcomed to do so. He leaned into the chair, and grinned. Men with secrets were the most suspicious.

"You have no idea how refreshing it is to speak with a man of astute perception."

Hevn looks around for a drink or smoke, as was his natural impulse once seated, forgetting that few were as coarse a man as the Jen'jidai. They each loved their own personal poisons once upon a time. Conceding defeat, he crosses his fingers together in his lap, staring at Xeonon.

"You're correct. I don't make social calls. In my line of work, a visit like this is the closest I get as a matter of fact. As I'm sure you are aware, there are many currencies in the galaxy we live in. Credits, blood, and my favorite. Information. I am a collector of rare artifacts and knowledge, and such an expertise compels me to seek answers where they are scarce. Did you die, Mr. Floyd? I came first and foremost to ask you how you got here, and why you are hiding."

As Xeonon poured their whiskey Hevn grinned with anticipation. Quick to clear half his glass by the time Solomon finished explaining himself.

"Something you need to understand, is that there are few of people left worth finding. Cheers."

Hevn finishes his glass and sets it down, thirst sated for the moment.

"The galaxy has become full of petty squabblers! No light, no dark, kill all forclings! Radicals and zealots who attack with extreme prejudice if you don't see eye to eye. I am going to seize the opportunity to take what is mine from the Intergalactic Banking Clan, and start bacta operations on Thyferra. Once I succeed I propose we partner up on a cloning project. Longer life is a prospect you entertain as well don't you?"

Hevn closes his eyes relishing the burn of alcohol before laughing almost dramatically. Settling he lowers his voice. Eyes lighting up with sinister prospect.

"I welcome you to stretch your blade. Help me crush my enemies. I can help you hide your presence. Working together we can reach for higher prospects."

The vibe was beginning to roll in Hevn's favor at last, and his pleasure could not be contained. He adjusts in his seat, attentive as opposed to the cool relaxation. He nods, chuckling to Xeonon in response to his movie joke.

"Oh it is far worse. I hand carved some of these security forces into killing machines."

Bedrovelse speaks with a sinister glee, happily implicating the casualty number to be catastrophic. Eyes alight with a fiery impatience. It takes him a minute to cool off, continuing to grin.

"I used to sportingly join the Muunilinst security force. The main advantage is that I know how they operate.The first part is easy enough. A man on the inside lets my small army fly past every radar they've got. The front door can be breached, but it will instantly trigger a massive on site droid army. Thousands to be sure. I have access to a single very powerful EMP to disable a great deal of them if placed strategically. The individual nobles will deploy their individual armies. A few in the thousands, a few in the hundreds. Twelve or so nobles. Given their spread across the city, there will be hours between arrivals. Killing them efficiently before they pile on too thick is the key. "

Hevn removes a datapad from inside his coat. Sliding it across the table to Solomon. Blueprints to the IGBC HQ were laid out, his attack strategy playing in a slideshow at the bottom. The bank breach was where the ships were down and shielded. Providing heavy forward fire support on the incoming armies.

"My masters had the codes to their vaults to make sure they never got out of line. Credits will be pouring into our pockets as soon as the bottom floor is clear. Meanwhile, the slicer can direct the buildings defenses at the nobles reinforcements. Making what remains of their pathetic lives quite frustrating. I've been working on employing elite muscle for this one. Everyone on this squad has seen worse odds and emerged victorious before, and that is without considering the support of you and I. We can't just walk in and yell 'this is a stick up'. As soon as we run like hell inside everyone not on our side dies. No survivors, no witnesses. When fortune becomes unfavorable we punch right through them and get out with as many credits as possible."

Hevn's lips tightened quickly. His fingers tapped together in a pause before he spoke.

"The Reavers. Completely psychopathic Mandalorians hell bent on spilling blood will provide a wall of beskar and hellfire. They specialize in blitzkrieg assaults. A few hand picked warriors and assassins. I intend to tear the heart out of Muunilinst. They thought they could cross me because I was the last Jen'jidai. A perilous decision in my case.

His mouth widened into a wicked grin.

"Bedrovelse Hevn requires no contingencies. I can choose any day of the week for the next nine months before they piece that city back together from the Dark Jedi civil war. I watched the most deadly men in the galaxy do battle, saber to saber, army against army, on those streets. The Banking Clan was nowhere to be found, and is busy as hell trying to seize everything we have lost. They're at their thinnest, their weakest. Though I will understand if you determine the circumstances too grave. "

His grin fades, and finger rises to his chin thoughtfully. He leans forward slightly.

"As for resourceful maneuvers, I am glad I have someone to run these by. "

He slides the datapad toward himself, and begins tapping away. The first slide is a blueprint of the banks higher levels.

"On the eightieth floor there is a security mainframe controlling the droids. We could take it and turn them into reinforcements. Possibly find some bigger guns they might not be ready to deploy, or we can use to our advantage."

The second slide is of the ground floor and a vault beneath.

"Underneath is a weapon in a lock box to which I have the code. It is rail technology. Should have enough shots left to last the battle and rip them apart. It's enough stopping power to take their transports out of the sky. The downfall is losing a sixth of our fighting space and cover on the inside. A buster should be able to take the floor apart and give us direct access with minimal fuss. If we keep the slicer safe and sustain a strong defense it won't matter. Thoughts Mr. Thursby?"

He could hardly help himself when his head tilted back a little and he laughed.

"Trust! Never a mercenary. You are correct. I strode into their midst similarly to the means by which I approached you. Firmly, and directly. One of the least comfortable places I have ever been, and Dubh was very fond of placing me in prickly situations."

His eyes reflect a thoughtful moment of consideration. Bedrovelse tries to disguise a small shudder by reaching for the whiskey. Pouring each of them a glass. He brought the satisfying burn to his lips, and sighed.

"They have a look about them. A sickness deep in their eyes. A manic obsession with bloodshed that they wear like addicts. They maim each other for sport and celebration. Just the kind of nastiness I needed to pull this off. If you were worried about automatons shooting you in the back, wait until you get a clean look at the Reavers. They will not take command from any except their Prophet. It's unnerving even for my taste."

Hevn's fingers dance lightly over the datapad again. Mind grinding away at the possibilities.

"The first and foremost damage we could do on site is to their data-server. We could simply damage or corrupt the server, or try as well to steal access codes, account numbers, addresses, anything and everything that moves through that line. The IBC has assets that reach from Muunilinst to the next galaxy. That data-server may have the locations of those assets. Successfully crushing it could damage their loan office records, and stop them from evening knowing who owes them. It would take someone much sharper than my slicer to pull that kind of hack off in a firefight. You wouldn't happen to know anyone with such a death wish, would you?"

Hevn's eyes stray up to Solomon's face. The pale sapphires studying Xeonon carefully.

"Your insight is appreciated. The first step in my vendetta is harming their reputation, which harms their business and pull on the galaxy at large. When the attack makes the Holonet, ideally the Reavers take all the credit. An ally of the IBC, is an enemy of an army of sadistic Mandalorians whom are now wealthy and growing in number. I am satisfied with punching them in the teeth and throwing the kick while they are down. I do not yet possess the means make a move against Mygeeto, Aargau, or Kuat. Patience will see those opportunities come to fruition."