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Post by Bria Shadowlight-Tarkin on Apr 23, 2014 18:33:10 GMT -8
Giving the privics that was needed, taking some time, enough for the cheek to take off was done. It wasn't like there was much to choose from but did piece together some clothing. It still look like it was swimming on her. Finding herself strapped into a seat. Couldn't help but close her eyes to want to see somewhere else but where did she want to be then the hear and now. Only she knew that true answer to that one. Only then could she feel more at peace with in herself, or would she ever feel that way again. Bria had lost much more then most could fathom through life. In years she was older then she should be both physical and mentel but in looking one couldn't see past what her race had for genes that was to stay young.
I for see that there is much that will be gone in a few minutes, it strange how one action could cause so much then again that is life also, one doing can have more just one can see. then one must push on to what is unseen waiting to be discover.
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Post by Miras on Sept 24, 2014 14:27:43 GMT -8
Stagnant water dripped from the upper levels to gather in the foul pools dotting the street. The pavement was cracked, ruined, slick with filth. Miras lifted his gaze for a brief moment and then shook his head in disgust. He guessed it was somewhere near midday on the surface, but this far down there was barely any light. Swathed in shadows, Taris' UnderCity stretched out menacingly before him. And at its heart, a black presence exponentially more insidious than its environs. The Padawan took a steadying breath; just sensing the dark sider made him dizzy. The stench of the city wasn't helping either.
He continued to track his quarry, moving through the garbage-filled streets slowly, keeping his distance. It wouldn't do to have the Sith catch wind of him. If given even the slightest warning that he was being pursued, he could vanish, and Miras would be left empty handed. And if he did catch up to the darksider, he would need every advantage he could get. Where are you going? He asked the creature. It was moving steadily in one direction, never varying its path for long. He picked up the pace. Wherever the foul thing was going, Miras wanted to catch it before it reached its destination.
Scrawny men and women lined the alleyways and lurked within the ruined city scape, all different species but with the same hollow eyes and thin mouths. The Jedi's hand went to his lightsaber but they watched him pass silently. They seemed blind to the world, lost to some prison within themselves. His expression tipped between pity and disgust for the wretches, and in the end he set his eyes forward and quickened his pace. His duty was not to aid the impoverished but to cut down the corrupt. I can't afford distractions. He reminded himself.
The Jedi narrowed his eyes suddenly. The darksider had stopped moving.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Sept 26, 2014 19:10:44 GMT -8
Two heartbeats after the Jedi stopped rushing after him, Sinest ducked behind one of the tenements and slowed his breathing. The force grew smaller around him- one of the few tricks he'd picked up from this adept or that. The lanky man had never been a truly accomplished Sith, or anything lesser than that, but he had his heart set on survival. Sometimes, he wagered, that was enough.
Mostly, Sinest made his living peddling information or handling dirty dealings for far more accomplished men. This job was no different, with the obvious hitch that somehow, he'd attracted Jedi attentions. While a rarity in modern times, as Jedi were far more interested in their politicking and the corruption of men's hearts toward their wayward and antiquated religion, it was still quite the dilemma.
Once his lungs were stemmed in their need to replenish themselves, he activated a signaling beacon that would hopefully bring him help before the Jedi could take him into custody or worse. He hadn't wanted to wade into the undercity, but disappearing had necessitated a place without hope, where the light of the Force found no friends.
Tugging the blaster he kept in the folds of his spacer's get up free, his eyes rolled back in a litany of sorts as he wished himself well and took a deep breath. "On three," he mouthed.
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Post by Miras on Sept 28, 2014 16:37:51 GMT -8
Miras swore softly to himself as his quarry's presence began to shrink. He quickened to a jog, trying to close the distance before it was too late. It was gone before he made it to the mouth of the alleyway, and the Jedi swore again. Sinest was as slippery as they came, always one step ahead of the people that wanted him dead. He was no Lord, but he was vile and corrupt, and it was time for him to be culled. Miras had been pursuing the information broker for nearly a month, moving from one slummy metropolis to the next. Now that he was so close, it tasted of bile to have him slip away again. 'No, not again.'
He quickened his pace and drew his DL-44 from the holster beneath his cloak. Gray eyes flickered here and there restlessly, looking for some sign of his target.
As he moved through the streets, Miras called the force to himself, opening to it. His instructors at the academy had always told him to be a conduit for the Force. He always felt more like a battery, pulling Ashla's energy to him and hoarding it. The hairs on his arms stood on end as the energy field engulfed him. He sank into its current, and proceeded.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2015 19:13:06 GMT -8
It hadn't taken long after departing from the Draykon Crew, for Fenrir and his brother to secure public transportation from Honoghr all the way out to Taris, albeit somewhat indirectly, having had to change ships halfway. But it was of no major importance, since they were here now, and Fenrir had no intention of leaving until he had found her and took her with him, or was certain that she was no longer here. It was for this reason, that they were currently traveling through the Under City, not only because this was the most likely place to find her, but because it was also where Fenrir's contact was based out of.
Like-as-not, the man would realize the value of keeping track of the girl, not only to avoid retribution if he was lying, but because he would think he could get some higher priced reward for his services. It was his hope, that his contact was still that smart, since Fenrir did not want to have to find a new source of information around here, especially since such partnerships were hard to find and generally took a long time to build
Leon followed alongside his brother, remaining a silent companion for the time being, since it was rare enough as it was that Fenrir was allowing him to come along without too much of a fight, so he did not want to push things too much further. At any rate, the only reason he was tagging along, was because he knew what Fenrir was after, and the kind of destruction that Fenrir would leave in his wake if anyone got in his way, and he was gunna try make sure it was kept to a minimum, lest they drew unwanted attention to themselves
It didn't tkae Fenrir too much longer to locate the shady looking storefront that his contact maintained in one of the more, reputable, area's of the Under City, if he could call it that. He made his way in first, followed not far behind by Leon, before ringing the bell that was sat on the front counter, since the front area of the store seemed to be unattended at the moment. But there was something about the place that seemed off to him, strange scents in the air, the almost distinct sound of shuffling and heavy breathing, the unusual lack of regular business activity
Scott, you there?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2015 18:50:03 GMT -8
The Cinn Ion strike team, consisting of the HRDs Hydro-unit#1005, Arid-unit#2065, Gore-unit#0976, and Haze-unit#3079, alongside their organic counterpart known as Bjorn Traevis, had arrived to the shop belonging to the man known as Scott almost an hour earlier, after recieving orders from the higher ups that their now deceased target had known vital information regarding the whereabouts of the only know living subject of Project Hotfix. They had already transmitted a copy of the information the man had known about the target back to their employee's, and were in the midst of 'cleaning up', when the HRDs sensors alerted them to the arival of two life-forms before the shop door opened and closed. As the bell rang and a man's voice called out for Scott, Bjorn knew that it was a shame they had just killed the man a few moments earlier, since he would have been helpful in getting rid of these new comers without creating more of a mess, but thems were the breaks, so to speak.
Well, regardless of what could have been, Bjorn knew he had to deal with this situation as efficiently as possible, and so he glanced down at his wrist mounted datapad, which was currently receiving data from the scans that the HRDs were currently performing, so he could formulate a plan for how best to get rid of their guests. The information that showed up next on his datapad took him a little by surprise, as a small file and corrosponding headshot showed up regarding one of the two men that had just entered the store, with a label denoting him as a donator for Project Hotfix, along with information regarding what the researchers knew from his gene sequence. The good news, was that he now knew what he was up against, the bad news, was that judging by the file, and the new scans the HRDs had provived, there was nothing they could do to stop Fenrir with the gear they had.
He had a feeling that Fenrir and his companion were no doubt after the same information that he now had in his possession, meaning he couldn't let Fenrir get his hands on the information, however, if it came to it, he would have a bargaining chip if it would save his life. But his main priority right now, was to make his own escape, since he didn't fancy dying here, not when there was still soo much work to be done, and his HRDs could be easily replaced. Although he couldn't stop Fenrir, he could atleast use the HRDs to hopefully slow the Warg down enough to make his escape, and so he used his datapad to transmit some commands to the units, before Bjorn made his way towards the back exit, as Hydro, Arid, Gore, and Haze raised their blaster rifles and started firing through the wall at Fenrir and Leon
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Post by Maedhros Or'dinii on Jul 23, 2015 12:09:21 GMT -8
Taris' undercity. At one time habitable during the time of the empire. Since the fall, the rhakghoul plague had gone unchecked. At one time, survivors of the collapse came here for shelter. Thinking that the battles in the cities above would not spread down below. They were safe for a time, but with the soldiers gone and the gates holding in the infected unguarded. They soon found themselves victims of an even worse fate. Rhakgouls now infest the Under and lower cities of Taris, the only thing keeping them from spreading upward is non functional turbo lifts.
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Post by The Dishonoured on Jan 24, 2016 13:41:38 GMT -8
Taris, ah what a wonderfully mixed planet. I had spent most of the past few weeks here in the under-city, which I found myself in again today. The dank street was littered with waste of all varieties and all the wrong kind of denizens. I was stalking the street from where I stayed last night, a quaint little place that had been previously owned by a much too friendly human. It was only sensible for me to leave the scene of a crime before it was reported.
The street was busy with activity as I approached a market-like area where vendors tried to peddle their wears to unsuspecting “customers”. Products of actual quality were hard to come by in the under-city and when such a product was discovered or crafted, the gangs normally showed up and then it disappeared. I was not interested in anything the vendors were selling today, I had already eaten and I was on my way to meet someone. I was quickly through the market area, walking swiftly as usual. I made a right turn down a back alley and upon exiting found myself on a significantly quieter street. There were still a few shop fronts with owners shouting their tag-lines in an attempt to garner the attention of passers-by. I made a left down the street and was soon at the meeting point.
A few days earlier I was in the upper-city, stalking the streets in a slightly different manner. The citizens of the upper-city were not as accepting of a cloaked man in a mask as the under-city inhabitants were. I stuck to the shadows, kept my hood obscuring as much as possible and tried to avoid the busy streets. It was here that I chose my target and observed someone who frequently moved between the upper and lower cities. For what reason, I was unsure at first but then I discovered that this man was taking items not quite up to the upper-city standard and selling them in the lower-city for much more than he would normally be able to. It was an ingenious was to exploit the clearly defined social boundaries of the planet. It was quite fortuitous that this man worked in a shop right next to the target building.
The man I had made contact with was now walking towards me. A dirty brown cloak covered his smart business suit and he kept checking over his shoulder as he approached. “Are you him?” He asked nervously. “I am, do you have it?”. The vocoder built into my mask added a sinister, metallic edge to my own voice. It served to intimidate and was particularly effective in this case. The man, Barret was quite nervous about this meeting but he had been offered a lot of money to bring a certain piece of equipment to the lower-city and he was a very greedy man. “We agreed on twenty thousand, didn't we?”. He was now becoming agitated, this was farther from his escape point back to the surface than he had ever been. “We did, hand over the device!”. Barret quickly handed me a bag that he was carrying in his left hand. I didn't even look inside, instead I reached out with my left hand and focussed on his mind.
Barret was shocked into inaction as I probed his mind. He was indeed weak and it was easy to manipulate him. “You will take this bag with you to work and leave it in your office against the west wall. You will not stop until that is done and you will not look in the bag.” I had picked up another bag that had been on the floor behind me and handed it to Barret. He looked slightly confused but accepted the bag and quickly left. I grinned behind my mask, an involuntary action that only I would know about. My plan was all coming together.
A bit later that day I found myself once again in the upper-city, looking across one of the city squares towards one of the tallest buildings in this part of the city. Next to it he could see the shop in which Barret worked, in fact he had seen the unsuspecting man walk inside only a few minutes ago. It was almost time and my adrenaline levels were climbing along with my excitement. It was easy to make the necessary preparations in the under-city but until I had met Barret, the rest of my plan had stalled. I thumbed open the cover to a switch on a control datapad that was in my pocket. I took a deep breath in, taking in the calm, city scene. As I breathed out I pressed the red button, cliché I know, on the datapad.
A dull explosion was head as the ground shook below the city square. The citizens began to look nervously at each other, some panicking and running straight away. The tall, bank building began to shake quite violently as the bomb planted deep within the foundations in the lower-city ripped through the supporting columns. This damage, while severe, would be repairable in time. The building still clung to the upper-city for support. That was until my second bomb went off. It was designed with a time delay for the first device to rip through the foundations fully. Barret's office exploded in a huge ball of fire and sent debris flying through the air in all directions. This is when the panicking really took over, as citizens were kit and killed by the debris and the fire ball. General panic took hold and screaming and running was all anyone was doing. Nobody, nobody but me, was looking at the bank building. The mighty headquarters of the Bank of Taris began to tip.
I stayed motionless as I watched the huge building fall over to the side. Some people had obviously noticed this as the screaming had increased in volume however that was soon drowned out by the immense sound of the banking headquarters slamming into the smaller buildings that lay to its side. The sheer force of the impact coupled with the bomb damage caused the area to sink into the lower-city. A huge dust cloud was kicked into the air and flew along the upper city street level. I began to laugh as the scared citizens ran past me, fleeing the devastation that I had caused. I basked in the sight, sounds and smell of the destruction, it was as beautiful to me as it was deadly to the Tarisian people.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Sept 5, 2016 12:57:49 GMT -8
* The Errant Fyre lands deep in the heart of the under city on a public landing pad. The exit ramp extends outward and touches the ground giving Thrakk his first view of the wretched place that was the lower levels of Taris. As he exited the ship, his nostrils are filled with a foul stench as he takes in his first breath outside the ship. The air is thick and filled with copious amounts of unsavory gases, for someone who did not have conditioned lungs from various space travel; they would surely need a rebreather. Once a few feet away from the ship, the Errant Fyre lifts off of the landing pad and heads back out to orbit.
Thrakk looks around, giving his eyes time to adjust. The under city was similar to the lower levels of Coruscant which he had traveled through many times in the past. Walking to the edge of the landing pad, he keys his data comm on his wrist and view over the intel one more time. First he would eliminate the gangs, then the senators. Thrakk looks down at the crowded streets of the under city below, he was a few hundred feet above them. With a slight grin Thrakk steps off of the edge of the platform and falls for a just a few moments before he lands easily into a crouch on the street below. Various different species on the street stare in shock and awe as Thrakk stands up and walks off into the crowd.
After a few hours Thrakk has made progression deeper and deeper into the under city. He was now in venturing into the places where even the Tarisian Security forces would dare not go. For crime ruled every inch of this part of the under city and death was certain to come to those who where not welcome. As Thrakk walks along he can feel through the force that he is being followed. He takes a right into an alley luring his would be attacker after him, after making halfway down the alley his pursuer strikes, but not fast enough. Thrakk steps to the side as a dagger just narrowly misses him. With the force he grabs hold of his attacker throws them into the alley wall, Thrakk looks at the Dug that had so poorly tried to stab him. *
" Today is not your lucky day filth "
* The dug drops the knife and squirms frantically while yelling for Thrakk to let him go. *
"Answer my questions and I will let you leave with your life "
* The Dug nods and Thrakk releases him and with a thump falls to the ground. *
" I need to know where to find Guavian Death Gang and The Black Sun "
* The Dug's eyes fill with fear as he begins to stutter *
" W-Wh-What you wanta meet da big bosses for "
* Thrakk rolls his eyes, just another piece of trash that needed to be cleaned out from this place. Thrakk places a gloved on hand on the Dug's head and soon the Dug screams in pain as Thrakk rips the knowledge from it's mind. Once he had what he needed he tosses the Dug aside and moves on.
Thrakk walks into the Red Rancor which was a cantina he seen inside the mind of the Dug. He could feel many of the patrons eyes fall on him as he takes a seat at the bar. It only took a few minutes before he feels a hand grab his shoulder and spin him around in his seat. Towering before him was massive figure, "Great a Herglic" he thinks to himself. Thrakk can see a few humans, and other various species standing behind the herglic. All wearing black sun uniforms and all armed. *
" Your not Black Sun.....What are you doing here "
* The voice comes from behind the Herglic, and it was time that Thrakk answered his question*
" To kill....All of you "
* Thrakk pushes the Herglics arm aside and jumps up planting a foot in the Herglics chest and pushes off of it back flipping and landing on the bar. Reaching out in the force Thrakk pulls the blaster pistol from the bar tenders holster, once in his hand he fires a shot into the center of the Herglics forehead causing the massive alien to stumble backwards. It was then that the others in the group opened fire, Thrakk dives off of the bar and into a roll when he hits the ground. As he stands he fires the blaster pistol killing 3 of gang members. Thrakk continues to move forward picking up one of the attackers knives, he continues to fire and slash away until he is surrounded by a group of dead bodies. The Herglic struggles to get up breathing heavily, Thrakk walks up to hulking alien and send a knee into its face. Thrakk looks down at the Alien *
" Tell your boss the Hidden Beks give their regards "
* Thrakk leaves the bar *
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Sept 7, 2016 13:54:43 GMT -8
* It had been only a few hours since the incident at the Cantina with the Black Sun and now the streets where filled with members of the organization. Thrakk watched from a roof top, closely observing the thugs as they prepared for retaliation. Thrakk would wait, for he knew that the cantina only served as a front and the Black Sun's main players would soon be arriving to give out their orders. After another hour or so, a elegant speeder pulls up and a very flashy man exits then craft and enters the cantina. Through the force Thrakk tracks the mans presence to the upper floors of the cantina club. After another hour or so 40 or so Black Sun members exits the building and get into speeders and leave the area, most likely heading to a location of the Hidden Beks to exact retribution. The plan was coming together perfectly, Thrakk uses the force to assist his leap from the roof top to a balcony on the upper floor of the cantina club. Thrakk pushes the sliding glass door open and looks a middle aged man sitting behind a large desk. Before Thrakk or the Black Sun leader can speak a word, the 4 guards inside the room open fire on Thrakk. The Imperial Hand easily dodges the first shot, and then grabs his lightsaber with his right hand. The crimson blade comes to life as the blaster bolts streak through the air towards Thrakk. With the quick flicks of his blade, He bats away the blasters bolts. Lifting his left Hand, Thrakk unleashes a torrent of force lighting that kills two of the guards. Thrakk then leaps across the room cutting down a guard and with the same motion throws his saber back across the room killing the last. Thrakks lightsaber comes back to him an he deactivates the weapon. Walking up to the deak the Black Sun leader attempts to pull out a small hand blaster but Thrakk easily rips the weapons out of hand with the force. *
" Who Are you ? "
* Thrakk looks down at the Black Sun leader and smiles *
"The Black Sun are done here on Taris, your time has ended "
* As the Black Sun leader tries to run, Thrakk reaches out in the force and drains the mans life force. His screams are like music to the Dark Lords ears as he is filled with his life force. With the mission done, Thrakk exits the room the we he came in, as he leaves he uses Force pyrokenisis to ignite the room into an inferno. Thrakk leaps of the balcony and disappears into the dark of the under city*
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Sept 8, 2016 8:27:51 GMT -8
* Thrakk finds a secluded roof top deep in the hear of the under city. He cloaks himself in the force and then enters a deep meditation. While meditating his body is rejuvenated which stops his need for sleep. While in meditation, Thrakk lets his senses go freely allowing his mind to be at ease. He only had one objective left before moving up to the Upper city to complete the rest of his assignment. For Zuka had said he would handle the Hidden Beks, so that only left the Guavarion Death Gang to deal with. After a few hours of Meditation, Thrakk feels fully restored. He opens his eyes and sets out to eliminate the Guavarion Death Gang, pulling up his data feed from his wrist unit. Thrakk reads the most recent reports on the GDG and from the information was saying they where located on the other side of the Under City. For where the Black Sun controlled the drug trade, it seemed the GDG had control of the under cities main port. It was a good strategy to accumulate profit to fuel the gangs main business as hitmen for hire.
Thrakk thinks about a how to deal with the GDG for they would not be as easy to thwart as the Black Sun. For even though only a few people in the galaxy could match Thrakk in power and skill, the GDG had numbers and they where all trained killers. If it where up to the Imperial Hand he would put this organization on the payroll and utlize them for his own means. But it was essential to Zuka's plan that ALL the major gangs be eliminated in order for them to take Taris. For once the main players where taken off the playing field, Thrakk new that his Infernum Milits and Zuka's shadow troopers could and would eliminate the rest.
Thrakk moves like a shadow as he makes his way across the city after a few hours Thrakk lands into a crouch on a roof top looking out at the port. Thrakk takes out his micro binoculars and scans the area. There where a lot of moving parts here that he could use to his advantage. Multiple small cargo ships where docked with plenty of workers loading and off loading cargo. Thrakk could see about 30 armed security but no signs that this place was the base of operations. After a few minutes Thrakk new his plan, he would cut off the supply to the machine and then draw out the head of the snake and remove it. Thrakk new he could accomplish this part of his objective without even being seen, the Imperial Hand focuses on the force letting it fill him. Once he felt he had the power needed, Thrakk lets the force flow from him like a raging river. Taking hold of a cargo freighter just as it begins to lift off, he directs the vessel to bank hard and crash into the ship next to it. A massive explosion erupts the ships crash into one another, port workers and security begin to frantically run about trying to stop the incident, but they would not stand a chance. Thrakk outstretches both his arms and closes his eyes, through the force he could feel the supports to the landing platform and grips them tightly. He crushes them with the force and they soon collapse causing the main landing port to shudder then fall apart.
Thrakk opens his eyes and looks at the devastation he had caused in just a matter of minutes. Many lay dead or dying and the port was in complete ruins, it would take months to repair and get the port back into working order but importantly was the was the massive profit loss the GDG just suffered, it was crippling enough that they would never recover. Now to just kill the leader of the Tarisian faction which force the GDG off of Taris for good. OPening up his data link, Thrakk scans for any outgoing transmissions from the port. There is one that catches his eye, the call is made to an encrypted channel. Headquarters, Thrakk thinks to himself.
Thrakk relays the message back to the Infernums Fury where naval intelligence officers break then encryption and send the message back to Thrakk. He derives a location from the message and heads that way. Stealing a speeder, Thrakk makes his way to a large multi story complex a few klicks from the under city port. Thrakk parks the speeder outside the front entrance and walks inside. An armed guard confronts him and Thrakk snaps his neck without a hint of movement with the force. Making his way to a turbolift Thrakk overrides the security codes and heads to the top floor.
Thrakk steps out of the turbo lift to see a mixture of humans and alien species who do not hesitate to attack. Thrakk takes hold of both his lightsabers and his twin crimson blades come to life. He does not pressing forward, deflecting blaster fire and cutting down those before him. After a few moments Thrakk makes it to the end of the hallway leaving a trail of death behind him. With the force he rips the doors open, as he walks into the safe room Thrakk pushes the guards on either side of him into the walls behind the with the force. A lone Ithorian stands before him.
" Do not speak, just listen. I have destroyed your port and killed your best men without breaking a sweat. I will give you one option, leave Taris and fall under my direct employ or die. Your choice "
* The conversation only lasts a few words, but the deal is made. Within the next few hours, the remaining GDG would leave Taris and report to Thrakk via an exclusive contract. Thrakk then leaves the compound and heads back tot he Upper city .*
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Sept 9, 2016 8:52:16 GMT -8
With the elimination of the Black Sun's bosses and their deaths blamed on the Hidden Beks that was all the reason the various gangs of Taris needed to go to war with one another. Within a day, new bosses emerged to lead the Black Suns in their path for vengeance. Their opening attacks targeted the several of the Hidden Beks known shipping warehouses, killing more innocent bystanders than gang members. With the GDG secretly working for Lord Valinor, they were given critical intel so that they could effectively strike both gangs. All of Taris' news networks immediately shifted coverage of the trade deal to the massive gang war erupting in the Under and Lower City of Taris.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Sept 21, 2016 12:44:29 GMT -8
* Back into to Under City, back into the vile pit that was allowed to remain uncontrolled and unchecked by the Tarisian government. Apart of him liked it, liked the chaos that was allowed to run so rampant here, but another part of him wanted to eradicate the entire populace of the under city and start anew. Thrakk new that once they gained control of the planet he would have plans made to re-purpose this part of the planet but until then he would roam its streets like a wolf in the sheep pen, taking out his targets at will and so far with ease.
Moving through the streets of the Under City, Thrakk keeps up with the information feed from Commander Remus. It seemed that the Hidden Beks where going to be holding a kind of celebration. Something to show the Under City just exactly who was in charge and on top. After reviewing the coordinates, Thrakk finds that the place where they are having this crime lord gala was nearby in what locals deemed as the nicer part of the under city. His hunt had begun>
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Sept 29, 2016 13:15:49 GMT -8
* Thrakk enters through the roof access of the Casino, using the maintenance lift he stops at the VIP floor. As he exits the lift, his body adjusts to the strobe lights and loud music, the party was in full swing now. As he walked through the VIP floor he could tell that most of the people where either to high or to inebriated to even know what was happening. Thrakk makes his way to the VIP lounge where the leader of the Hidden Bek's was seated entertaining other members of the gang with dancing girls and other novelties of the night life. Thrakk slides onto the couch next to the man, before a word of protest can be raised, Thrakk grabs a hand full of death sticks and inject them into the Hidden Bek's leader. With force he knocks the others in the lounge unconscious.
Thrakk gets up and walks out of the VIP party, as he gets back onto the lift he primes the explosives he set earlier. Once the roof Thrakk leaps off the building and once he is a block or two away keys his wrist data link and the top floor of the casino erupts into a ball of fire as the explosives go off. With that the final gang of the under city was destroyed, all the gangs where now leaders and sent into chaos. Once Taris was under the First Orders Control, Thrak would deploy his INfernum Milits back to the under city to finish the eradication.
Thrakk heads back up to the upper city. *
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Oct 13, 2016 8:04:59 GMT -8
As ordered by the new prime minister, units from the Tarisian military systematically begin shutting down access to and from the Lower Cities. Citizens soon begin to lose their rights to travel freely between levels. In a matter of hours after the first deployment the military successfully cuts off all access to the Lower Cities of Taris. All citizens are ordered to remain in their homes and await further instruction while the military conducts its anti-gang operations.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Nov 8, 2016 14:24:00 GMT -8
* An imperial shuttle lands at the main operations center set up by Admiral Tarkin, the landing ramp extends outwards touching the ground. Thrakk exits the shuttle followed by Commander Noctis and his squad. The Imperial hand enters the operations center and meets with one of Zuka's officers*
" Status report"
-Imperial Officer-
" Sir we have full control on all entry and extis points into the under city. Security details have been assigned to all districts while the Tarisian Military is conducting the anti-gang operations. We have met some resistance in sectors 2,7, and 10 but we have moved in extra units to deal with the issue. "
* Thrakk looks over the holo readouts and then turns to Commander Noctis *
" Initiate Exterminatus Protocol 47, all life forms that do not meet the Imperial Service qualifications need to be eliminated"
* Thrakk turns back tot he officer*
" Once the all clear is given bring in restoration and development crews "
* Thrakk turns on his heel and is followed out by Commander Noctis, the rest of the Infernum Milits is broken down into 20 man kill squads and disperse out into the under city, some going door to door other hunting down the homeless and other vagrants the filled the levels the of the undercity.
Thrakkl with Commander Noctis and 100 members of the Militis head down into the refugee sector, Once there they enter the the main refugee center which was almost the size of a stadium . *
" All citizens have your identification at the ready and report in to your call stations "
* Once all the refugees are sorted and in order, those that meet imperial qualifications are escorted out of the chamber, the rest are lined up in front of Thrakk and Commander Noctis*
" Open Fire"
* All members of the Infernum Militis raise their blaster rifles and open fire into the refugees, after a few seconds the room is filled with smell of scorched flesh and the all the remaining refugees lay dead. Thrakk turns his coat billowing behind, he and Noctis exit the chamber as the explosive charges are set. After they exit the building explodes and they move onto the next target *
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Gaiscioch Dearg
Adventists of the Eye
Posts: 107
Affiliation: New Order of the Eye - Warriors of the Iron Fists
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Post by Gaiscioch Dearg on Jan 11, 2017 20:29:53 GMT -8
I mean... it just doesn't make sense. Why do so many use vibroblades? What good are swords when you got a blaster?
The argument had been going on for a little while now. Lochaa's cantina was not incredibly busy, and a few of his bounty hunters were lounging in the VIP area. A dancer spun to the routine of the music, and a few other hunters played Sabacc. A small collection of others however had settled into a conversation about their favourite tools of the trade. there was, of course, the obvious ones; blasters, blaster rifles, poison, and hidden vibroknives. However there was a few odd personal favourites as well. One excitable fellow only killed with explosives, another dark and quiet woman only suffocated her victims. At some point one ruthless looking Trandoshan brought up that he went after targets in the duelling arena and arranged accidents with the inhibitors, his choice of weapon was a saw bladed vibrosword. Some nodded understandingly, but a few others thought them archaic and where confused. A friendly, as friendly as could be between killers, argument broke out in the group after that. A small faction just could not understand the use of up close and personal weapons. They were "green" as some would put, and had not come across a situation or battle where they would be needed.
Hand to hand combat is a good skill to have. Energy shields are common. Expensive sure, but common. The sheer amount of militarized factions in the galaxy pump those things out by the warship load. Smugglers then steal them and boom they end up in our black markets. They don't last forever, but they'll eat a few blaster bolts.
But it's an energy shield genius. What's a simple blade going to do?
You schutta! You act as if you are not a professional murderer. There are two basic kinds of shield. One can block energy, one can block slower, physical weapons. There are some that do both, but those are rare on personal shields.
What if you get attacked by a Jedi or Sith? Or any of those.. in between factions running around with lightsabers?
Half the room turned and looked at Karr. They stared in stunned silence for a few moments.... then started laughing
A Jeedai? Siiith? Here on Taris? What are you, crazy?
Shrugs
Why not? They're everywhere. Sure they go to sleep now and then, but sooner or later they wake up and start fighting over who controls the galaxy again. We may never leave here, but if they decide to show up here?
The laughter died down. They knew he had a point. Jedi, Sith, and everything in between had been fighting over the galaxy for hundreds of thousands of years. No one really wanted to say it, but the new kid was right. The magical warriors cared nothing for the people or places the conquered. As long as they were in control they were happy, and that control was bought with the lives of the residents of those planets. Not that this particular crew cared about the lives of other people, but compared to a Jedi or Sith they were small time killers. Their armies were the true mass murderers and there was plenty to be said about those wielding lightsabers themselves. They could kill hundred on their own. But that thought once again sparked up the argument. Most brushed off Karr's opinion saying that if one of those monsters put you in their sights, no skill with a blade was going to save you. Their own skill with the weapon, aided by their mystical powers, would put you in the dirt before you made a move. Karr couldn't shake the feeling that learning this skill would be a good idea though. His eyes met the older Trandoshans and he could see the agreement in his face. Karr did not wake up thinking that he would have a weapons instructor by the end of the day... but stranger things had happened he supposed.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on May 30, 2017 21:43:13 GMT -8
==Battle of Taris SL==
<<106 PP; N7 Sector, Taris, Under City>>
8th Platoon was currently working their way through a partially collapsed tunnel. The undercity of Taris was a surprisingly good place for close order drills. Part of 7th Recon the 'Jade Beasts', 8th Platoon had left the majority of their Combat drones back at the long range shuttle they had deployed to the planet in. Of the fifty larger Mark 2 drones in the platoon, not one had been taken into the cramped quarters. On the other hand, the full complement of the smaller & nimble M1 drones had been brought along. Each of the ten beings in the Platoon was surrounded by a bubble of sixty of the drones, most of them working their way in groups along side passages & smaller tunnels. For the most part the individuals were working along separate paths, as the main goal of the deployment was continued mapping of the warrens down here. However, they were careful to keep close enough to use their drone shells as relays for comms.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jul 3, 2018 5:26:57 GMT -8
Open up!
These words, the sounds of marching feet, and the knocking of doors had recently startled the Under City of Taris. Stormtroopers were sent down with a new purpose, having gathered intelligence on sentiments towards the former Rebel Alliance and present Galactic Alliance. The governor of Taris had given the Stormtroopers and Upper City police units the greenlight to begin a thorough investigation and mass arrest within the Under City, some of which ended with a firing squad, while the rest were arrests. Political opposition was found festering in this area as Stormtroopers uncovered enemy propaganda and plans from arrested individuals to cause riots and revolts against the Imperial government. People were terrified in the end, having not seen such a crackdown in their lives... for before, the Emperor was content to leave them be. Now, the First Order was doing a necessary change. Why? Who knew.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Sept 25, 2020 8:56:10 GMT -8
Coruscant's Underworld made the Under City of Taris pale in comparison. They were hardly equal. In the Coruscant Underworld, there was certainly a degree of vastness that made it difficult to police. Whereas on Taris, it was easier to block off sections and focus police activity within certain sectors. After all, like the Underworld, the Undercity wasn't a place where one wanted to get lost in. Ever since the days of the Rebel Alliance and the Galactic Alliance, Stormtroopers kept a heavy hand on the populace that called this place home. After all, there were those that had ventured down here, seeking to overthrow the local Imperial government. Yet, the efficiency of the Imperial Intelligence proved effective and the ringleaders, and their confederates, were silenced. Many now simply bowed their heads in submission and remained silent.
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