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| Keith_Yoren | Date: Sunday, 29 Jan 2012, 0:28 AM | Message # 1 |
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| It was hard to build a club that would cater to a number of species, but Keith Yoren thought he pulled it off nicely. The ten-story nightclub offered a variety of atmospheres that would bring in a business, especially along this stretch of strip where it towered over the smaller cantina that was to its left as one faced the structure. Despite the warning that some shop owners had given Yoren that the cantina belonged to some Hutt named Njon, Yoren had gone ahead with the renovations and opened on schedule. So far, the club had been running three nights and was raking in the credits. Perhaps the shop owners were wrong, Yoren thought as he looked out across the eight floor of the busy club. It was then that a certain man caught his eye; a man who had just entered this particular level. Dressed in nondescript black clothing of a semi-fine cut, the man blended into the crowd, heading towards the small lift at the rear of the floor. That was Yoren's signal, he knew, and began making his own way there.
Overseer, Nar Shaddaa
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| Njon_the_Hutt | Date: Sunday, 29 Jan 2012, 1:37 AM | Message # 2 |
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| Njon was firm, but fair. He would have been content to arrange a protection scheme with the newcomer, but as it happened Mr. Yoren made quite an entrance on Nar Shaddaa with his ten-story establishment. In return, Njon would make quite an entrance himself—in Yoren's club. Over the din of noise in the club some of its patrons might have heard something amiss and glanced toward the entrance, but too late; the ornate doors, windows, and indeed the entire wall around the entrance to the club exploded inward, glass and duracrete crumbling to the floor, wounding many. The sound of screams would be barely heard over crunching metal and broken glass as something big, amid the debris, careened through the wall and came to a stop inside on the ground floor. It was a bus.
If any of the windows on the bus were still intact, they weren't for long as fire from automatic blaster rifles—ten of them at least—shot indiscriminately in all directions; not even the higher floors were spared. Even if Yoren didn't know that Njon the Hutt ran this town, everyone else did and would have expected something like this to happen; thus, presumably, there wouldn't be too many people in the club at the time. Few of them would escape uninjured.
Njon Anjiliac (alias "Njon the Hutt")
■ Owner and CEO of Anjiliac™ brand Spiced Wines, Ltd., known leader of the Anjiliac crime family, suspected leader of the Hutt Cartel.
■ Suspected of grand larceny, embezzlement, extortion, and trafficking in slaves, spice, liquors, and weapons.
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| Keith_Yoren | Date: Tuesday, 14 Feb 2012, 12:37 PM | Message # 3 |
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| It was indeed lucky that the floors of the nightclub had not been overly filled, as the case might be. Of course, one doesn't expect a large section of one's front door to explode inwards and allow a bus inside, more of less. Yoren felt more than heard the bus' startling entrance as the building seemed to sway, throwing many to the floor. It was a moot point to ask why or what it was, as the unmistakable sound of blaster fire, something Yoren did recall from the Clone Wars, sounded in the air amidst the screams. All he could do was keep himself on the floor, to where he scrambled behind the bar and covered his head. His own blaster, a slim Model Q2 designed for easy carry and concealment, was completely forgotten.
Later, when the firing was done and, presumably when the bus had retreated itself or the occupants had fled; once any police reports had been filed, the injured and dead taken away and things were a bit quieter, the man in black approached Yoren again, in the silence of the upper floors where Yoren stood around, still aghast at the damage. "You made a mistake, Yoren." The man in black's voice was soft and to Yoren's discomfort, his eyes did not waver from Yoren's own face. "You made a mistake and now you need to correct-"
"Look, how was I supposed to know some jackass crime lord was-" Yoren's head rocked to the side with the force of the blow he hadn't even seen coming. He staggered slightly, though it had only been a slap, it had been a powerful blow, and the man in black appeared to have not even moved. "Don't interrupt me, Yoren. I don't like that. My employers don't like that. Now, the accounts will be refilled through the usual diversions. Rebuild the club. Hire some security. Make it look good. We'll set up some items of our own and ensure that this doesn't happen again. Now get to it."
With that, the man in black turned and walked down and out of the club to the street, leaving Yoren with his plans to rebuild and a bad taste in his mouth.Added (07 Feb 2012, 9:24 AM)
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(( Njon, you have anything more here? If not, I'm just gonna kinda work at building it back up and whatnot. )) Added (14 Feb 2012, 12:37 PM)
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It was a few weeks down the road, and the club had been rebuilt, refurbished and now offered armed security outside the entrance. What people didn't know, however, was that Yoren had gone one step further and gone to some expense to place a four-sentient mercenary team on the opposing building across the street. Set back and away from the edge so as not to be easily seen was stationed two with an E-web blaster that could be carried to the edge and used to fire down into the street. These two took shifts with the two on the floor below, who occupied the room there and either slept or kept an eye out on things. Yoren was a little more at ease with the mercs on duty, as well as the security staff. Ideally, patrons would be likely to start coming back in and utilizing the place, seeing as there was no further action against it.
Word got around, of course, and Yoren would be on a watchout for Njon Anjiliac's thugs, whom he suspected had made the statement on Njon's behalf. However, Yoren was made of slightly sterner stuff from his time in the military. Perhaps it was this that kept him from going to grovel at the Hutt's tail, or perhaps is was a greater fear of the Blackfire agents who he still spotted in his club from time to time, almost seeming as if they were watching and waiting. Those ghostly men made him far more nervous than the Hutt who ran the town, so to speak.
Overseer, Nar Shaddaa
Nightclub Owner
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| Neese | Date: Tuesday, 21 Feb 2012, 8:33 PM | Message # 4 |
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| It seemed that Yoren, or his employer, or both, were proceeding with a serious misunderstanding of Njon the Hutt. Driving a bus into Yoren's club and shooting it up had been subtle for Njon. He'd waited for this poor man either to leave Nar Shaddaa or to contact Njon—Hutts could live to be 1,000 years old, and Njon was quite patient—but since Yoren hadn't left and hadn't contacted him, it seemed he had to "take it up a notch," as Humans were known to say. Yoren would receive some warning of this when, within hours and potentially minutes of his mercenaries taking up positions across from Njon's bar, they disappeared (if possible, bloodily killed if they resisted capture). Njon thought in three dimensions and, as it happened, Nar Shaddaa was a three dimensional place; positioning mercenaries on a roof wasn't any good when there were plenty of higher roofs around it.
And when Njon owned the decrepit building they positioned themselves on.
Njon concluded at this point that Mr. Yoren wasn't getting the message. He was either inordinately stupid even for a Human or he was representing some larger interests that insisted he stay there (it was highly unlikely his club would see much business, however; Yoren's was one club on Nar Shaddaa—Njon's were the rest of them). The Hutt needed information, then. So he sent in Neese to attempt to talk it out with the club owner before Njon resorted to more drastic measures.
Njon's bar was closed for the day when the Rodian showed up outside the club with a couple of thugs he told to wait outside—this was enough to get the attention of Yoren's security people; Neese introduced himself as a representative of Njon the Hutt and highly suggested they let him speak with Yoren. He was unarmed.
Neese
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| Keith_Yoren | Date: Monday, 27 Feb 2012, 7:33 PM | Message # 5 |
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| Yoren grew more than a bit nervous when the mercenaries he hired didn't report in; further nervous when a few of his security members found the bodies. Yoren was inside, of course, when Neese came to speak to him. After patting Neese down, the security passed him through into the club towards Yoren's office. Yoren was seemingly alone in the office, no security with him, as Njon the Hutt's representative stepped in. "Neese, is it? A pleasure to meet with you. Sit, sit. Have a drink, or a bite to eat. I assume you've come to discuss business of a sort?" Added (27 Feb 2012, 7:33 PM)
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(( Bump ))
Overseer, Nar Shaddaa
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| Neese | Date: Monday, 27 Feb 2012, 11:49 PM | Message # 6 |
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| "I don't drink, thank you," Neese said, in Huttese. The Rodian knew—from seeing Njon do the same thing—that foods or wines could all too often be laced with poisons or drugs. The Hutt's favorite tactic was to treat some hapless adversary to one of his 'spiced wines,' which would invariably be one of his most addictive. Njon found he was in a much better negotiating position when all his adversary wanted was a 'fix.' He'd bought up a lot of real estate in this manner, and many of the Hutt's thugs were paid in spice, rather than credits; he encouraged drug use among his expendable thugs, though he appreciated it when Neese (somewhat less expendable to Njon) abstained from such things. It wasn't only out of paranoia, either; Neese also happened to be a serious-minded Rodian of rather spartan character. A true professional.
"I'm sorry about your club," Neese said, in a way that could mean he was sorry it'd been wrecked or that he was sorry he'd wrecked it. A subtle distinction, but one for Yoren to turn over in his mind. Either way, Neese wasn't really sorry. "You're not from here, Keith Yoren," he went on, this time in heavily-accented Basic, "You see I think this is dangerous place. There are some who have it in for you I think. My employer"—he lapsed back into Huttese, and seemed to waver between them as he went on—"Njon the Hutt is an influential person in this community. He makes things happen, you see. He can see to it that your club is safe. 'Protection,' if you will. It's expected here," he shrugged, seated comfortably opposite Yoren, "Your customers expect it, you see. So they feel safe, yes?"
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| Keith_Yoren | Date: Tuesday, 28 Feb 2012, 5:12 AM | Message # 7 |
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| Yoren took a seat behind his desk, moving slowly so as to keep Neese in a sense of ease; he did not want to startle the Rodian after all. Clasping his hands before him on the desk, he gazed impassively at Neese for a long moment, hearing him out with a small smile on his face. "You're right Neese. I'm not from here. And you're right, I'm sure quite a few people want me dead. Obviously my customers want safety, and it would appear that Njon is indeed that person who will provide it. However... I'm not the person you should be speaking to." There was a soft footstep on the floor behind the two men, then the sound of the office door shutting again. If Neese turned around, he'd see the nondescript male dressed in black who'd visited Yoren before.
"That's quite enough, Yoren. Don't tease the guest. Why don't you give us a moment or two alone. I'm sure your security staff would like some refreshments. Go see to them." Accustomed to taking orders in a certain fashion, Yoren stood stiffly, giving a nod and walking out with a grimace on his face. He hated how the man spoke down to him. Still, the money was worth it.
Once Yoren was gone, the black-clothed man walked around to take Yoren's seat. "It's a petty game your Huttese employer is playing with me, Neese. Ramming a bus into Yoren's club; killing a few mercenaries. We can both play that way, you know. In about, oh..." The man looked down at his timepiece, "Thirty seconds from now, a hovertruck is going to shoot around the corner, fly down this street and lay waste to the men you've left outside the door. You're out a few associates to make up for those I have to rehire." The man fell silent for a moment as, down below and around the corner, the hovertruck sped around, picking up speed and as it flashed past Yoren's club, a pair of E-web blasters sprayed deadly fire at any of the thugs out front; Yoren's men had been pulled inside for 'refreshments' after all.
Once the sound of blaster fire had faded, the man in black continued. "Njon Anjiliac is an influential man here on Nar Shaddaa; probably in Hutt Space and in a few spots in the galaxy. The man I represent has far more pull and influence than Njon, and he happens to want a nightclub opened here on Nar Shaddaa. He wants a meet with Njon to discuss... itemizing defenses for everyone involved. You, being an associate of Njon's, can set this up, correct?"
Overseer, Nar Shaddaa
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| Neese | Date: Tuesday, 28 Feb 2012, 4:11 PM | Message # 8 |
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| Neese didn't turn around. He didn't look directly at the man even when he sat down opposite him in Yoren's seat. Rodian facial expressions weren't the same as Humans, of course, but it was obvious that Neese's expression was one of anger. Subdued anger, however--he didn't care much for the thugs outside and didn't know them well (Neese wasn't the most social of Njon's subordinates, and refusing to drink or do spice removed much of the common ground he had with the rest of the Hutt's thugs). But the nerve of it bothered him. Here he was, to talk to Yoren—or his boss, apparently—and the man felt he needed to make some kind of point and gun down the toughs Neese had brought with him as a formality (and had enough respect to wait outside rather than disturbing Yoren's customers). It was all the more petty considering the knowledge Neese had walked in the door with; knowledge of what was about to happen if he didn't walk out the door with an agreement.
Even as they spoke, the Wild Thing was probably on its way here, especially now that Njon's people had been shot outside. Neese wanted to get away from the premises as soon as possible. There was a reason Njon's pub next door was deserted today.
Neese remained calm, regarding the robed man at last. "I can arrange it," he said. "You and Mr. Anjiliac are going to have a lot to discuss after today," he added, vaguely. "He won't be happy about what happened here, and neither will you, I think. And who are you, again? I'll need to inform Mr. Anjiliac who he's actually dealing with."
Neese
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| Keith_Yoren | Date: Tuesday, 28 Feb 2012, 5:54 PM | Message # 9 |
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| The black-clad man fully expected a retaliation against Yoren's club for the statement. Petty, yes. Lacking respect, yes, but it was a statement to be made. Hopefully, Neese recognized the further item, that in endangering Yoren's club, the man cared little for Yoren. If anything, Yoren was there and as much of a front as the business itself was. It's job was to produce revenue in whatever manner possible. Furthermore, this particular man, a Blackfire agent to be precise and Yoren's control, was [i]expecting an armed response. It was for this end that, several blocks down, the hovertruck had been parked in an alley, preparing for a counter-attack to the counter-attack, so to speak. Blackfire was not an organization accustomed to not getting the last word; then again, Njon Anjiliac was not accustomed to getting the last word either.
The man was not robed, though, simply in a black, form-fitting suit that betrayed no allegiance. His face, pale and framed by a shock of blond hair, was nondescript. "I'm sure he won't be, Mr. Neese. I'm also sure I'll be quite happy. As for who I am? Agent Sixteen. That will serve for a name. If necessary, he will deal with someone higher on the chain, but I do not see that happening. Do we have an accord for the moment, Mr. Neese? We're both losing money here."
Overseer, Nar Shaddaa
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| Neese | Date: Tuesday, 28 Feb 2012, 7:41 PM | Message # 10 |
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| Neese scoffed. "Is that your favorite number?" he asked. "There can't be sixteen of you." It was possible, in fact probable that he was underestimating Stark's organization. Though on this particular occasion, it was 'Agent Sixteen' who was underestimating Njon. "An 'accord'?" the Rodian repeated as he stood from his chair, as if to leave. "You have an assurance from me that I'll set up contact with the Hutt. I'm reaching for a comlink," he explained as he reached tentatively into his vest and made a point of showing the comlink to anyone who was watching the camera feeds he didn't doubt were there.
He set the comlink on the desk. "That's mine," he explained. "Yours now. Mr. Anjiliac will contact you with it—if you leave here, now. If you don't, you're going to die." He straightened his vest with a firm tug, then turned to leave. "Good day, Mr. 'Sixteen,'" he said in Huttese, his sarcasm being much easier to discern in his first language.
Assuming he wouldn't be stopped, he'd leave as quickly as possible. The Wild Thing was coming and he needed to get away from this building as soon as possible. Yoren's repulsor truck down the street wasn't going to help.
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| Keith_Yoren | Date: Tuesday, 28 Feb 2012, 7:50 PM | Message # 11 |
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| The man in black laughed at Neese's comment, shaking his head. "No, no, no. My favorite number is three, for the sake of argument. Sixteen was still young, by most of Blackfire's organizational standards, and he couldn't help but boast slightly, "There are far more than sixteen of us. I've simply been assigned to Nar Shaddaa. And yes, an agreement." Neese was correct in guessing about camera feeds though, and as Sixteen took the comlink with a smile, he stood. "Good. Mr. Anjiliac, by your reaction, is doing precisely what we expected. It's a good thing territory is so cheap, as I feel Mr. Yoren may have to open a second club." Pressing a button on the desk, Sixteen broadcast across the loudspeakers in the club, "All staff and inhabitants, I would advise you to vacate the building as quickly as possible." He followed on Neese's heels, then, moving with a sense of purpose, the comlink already tucked into his pocket. And so, he and Yoren and the rest would vacate the building, assuming from Neese's reaction that something large was about to occur.
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| Neese | Date: Tuesday, 28 Feb 2012, 8:40 PM | Message # 12 |
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| Not much later, a breeze would kick up and a shadow would begin to creep ever-so-slowly across the surrounding streets, making its way to Yoren's club and enveloping it in darkness. Bystanders looked up at the sky and ran at the sight of the Wild Thing, a enormous Marauder-class corvette, which had carefully maneuvered its way through Nar Shaddaa's towering spires and came to hover directly above the club. It would remain there long enough to make its presence abundantly known before it opened fire.
The first shot from one of its double turbolaser turrets entered the club's tenth floor through the roof and didn't stop until it exploded spectacularly in the basement, blasting out every window in the building and redecorating its interior a handsome shade of black. The second shot wasn't necessary. The third shot was uncalled for. The fourth just wasn't right. There was no need for a fifth, as the remains of the building didn't collapse, exactly, but rather came apart at its seams, the charred walls crumbling in flames as the once-luxurious interior of the club was replaced with fire. Njon's bar next door was predictably destroyed as well, but it was a small price to pay for Njon to send a message to Yoren or, as he was soon to learn, to 'Agent Sixteen' or 'Agent Donocha' as the Hutt would call him.
Once Yoren's club was history, the Wild Thing would depart to let Nar Shaddaa's semblance of a fire squad to douse the flaming debris. Njon had a feeling that, despite the best efforts of law enforcement to discover who was responsible for this incident, few, if any witnesses would come foward to testify.
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| Keith_Yoren | Date: Tuesday, 28 Feb 2012, 9:05 PM | Message # 13 |
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| Seeing the impressive sight from a safe distance, Yoren watched in awe and more than a touch of fear. Sixteen watched with interest and more than a touch of amusement. The fact that Njon Anjiliac would go to such lengths to use a Marauder corvette to level a building, and of course, in the process, level another building, was more than a little amusing. If anything, Anjiliac had tipped his hand, showing the lengths he would go to in order to prove a point. It also allowed Sixteen to know that Njon had at least one corvette in his arsenal, which was already giving him ideas on how to get a point across to Njon. Yoren was less convinced, and when Sixteen let him know that a building across town would be available in the next few days to begin setting up, he was less than enthused, but Sixteen promised that a point would be made to Njon and Yoren would be left alone. Both men went their own ways; one with a jaunt in his step and the other wondering if he would leave Nar Shaddaa in one piece.
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