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Step 1: Arramanx
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| Michael_Danes | Date: Saturday, 05 Jan 2013, 11:00 AM | Message # 1 |
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| A modified Sheathipede would emerge out of hyperspace, moving along the system that's known to have Arramanx in it. The planet was known for several lowlife scums that Nene could offer a glimmer of hope. The terrorist was there on a pitiful recruiting trip, but Toor was right. He needed more people if he wanted to effectively inflict chaos. Along with Nene were a group of gunmen of different species, they were merely there to escort the terrorist leader.
Once the shuttle had entered the orbit of Arramanx, Nene would have the pilot send in the landing codes and moved for the docking bay.Added (05 Jan 2013, 11:00 AM)
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Once the shuttle had landed, the engines were quickly turned off. The men, of which was five excluding Nene, already took the time to prepare for this upcoming mission. Every gunmen, including Nene, had an armored vest and an A280 blaster rifle. With his "mask", he would lead the gunmen out of the shuttle and onto the permacrete floor of the docking bay. It was completely stupid for armed men to waltz through the docking bay right? Not if you already got someone hack into the cameras and put in a playback loophole, of which Nene did.
This world was run-down, urbanized planet full of people that had fell far below the society. Perhaps for necessary evil to happen, giving those sort of people a sense of hope will make his gunmen dangerous. Nene and the gunmen quickly took to the alleys, the search for new gunmen had begun. He was going to the underlevels of Arramanx, where some of the most undesirables reside within.
~Michael Danes, Former Alpha Blue Operative
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| Malos_Yhemn | Date: Sunday, 20 Jan 2013, 3:11 AM | Message # 2 |
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| There were others on Arramanx; others who had something of the same ideal as Nene, though for different purposes. Arramanx itself was a breeding ground for urban warfare types with the multitude of gangs and overall atmosphere of the planet culturing those who would be the best towards the top. As such, the Wayfarer-class transport Chigliak had landed some days prior to Nene's arrival. On board, Yeekry and Grekkik, as well as Hinot, were in charge of recruitment on this world, in addition to Yhemn, who had said he would be separate for a time on the world, but present. For now, it was just Yhemn's team that was working to branch out and speak to the gangs. Added (20 Jan 2013, 3:11 AM)
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Walking about with guns drawn only served to draw attention to oneself. It was when you were alone or, rather, in small groups not trying to walk about like something from the latest holo-game craze that one was inconspicuous. That was how Yhemn & Friends, so to speak, found themselves in conversation with a number of different gang operations; that and their willingness to buy drinks, of course. It was all part and parcel of the whole criminal empire gig, one could assume. And so, talks began; the deep meaningful sort that usually led to either one side killing the other or two groups joining forces.
Malos Yhemn
Contractor
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| Michael_Danes | Date: Saturday, 26 Jan 2013, 7:11 AM | Message # 3 |
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Sergeant
Group: Users
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| Nene didn't care if the guns had attracted the attention of the Empire. Their presence was minimal on the world. He believed that whatever Imperial entanglements that might happen later in the day, he and his men would be able to handle this. The partially-masked leader would make his way toward a local Cantina in the underlevels. Cantinas are usually a hotbed for recruiting, which is what he needed. The downside to bringing assault rifles inside is that the gangs might not take kindly to this. Michael "Nene" Danes didn't care, and believed that the necessary evil would eventually win over.
Hence, Nene and four other gunmen walked into the Cantina, looking for all kind of undesirables to bolster the ranks of his evil crusade in an effort to inflict as much chaos as possible. If there was a man in Mandalorian armor present, it would be hard for Nene to miss. However, he probably wouldn't approach a such person because being a Mandalorian meant either be expensive, or be honorable. Nene did not need a such unnecessary nuisance. Unless, that is, this Mandalorian has something to offer.
~Michael Danes, Former Alpha Blue Operative
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| Malos_Yhemn | Date: Saturday, 26 Jan 2013, 7:25 AM | Message # 4 |
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| Malos Yhemn did not wear Mandalorian armor; his only concession to it was the 'T'-shaped visor of his helmet. However, in his talks with numerous gang leaders, Yhemn did allow for word to be dropped of major credit and resource gathering in near-future operations. The promise of power, expansion of influence and above all, credits, served to draw people far more than simply causing violence to upset the Cronese Mandate. Anarchy was all well and good, but only to a point. Insurgent operations was something Yhemn was familiar with, but it was a different sort to supplant an entire established government; a fact many of the rebellious groups were finding out. Simply put, to do more than cause the Mandate to crack down harder would take a great effort.
However, Yhemn himself was not in the Mandate anarchy business at the moment; his aims were direct recruitment to swell the ranks of Blackfire. If he could cull out even two-hundred men from this world through his efforts, Blackfire's power would be increased greatly. After all, most of their work was done via shadow operations and less through direct confrontation. It was a way to stay hidden from the Imperial radar.
As such, when the five gun-toting men entered the cantina, Yhemn did little more than ease the snap on his holster; a motion invisible from where he sat to anyone in the near vicinity. With Grekkik, Yeekry and others spread out in the room, Yhemn feared little at the moment, especially with the talks in process with the other men at his table.
Malos Yhemn
Contractor
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| Michael_Danes | Date: Saturday, 26 Jan 2013, 7:52 AM | Message # 5 |
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Sergeant
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| Nene had shown no fear entering into the Cantina, watching as each gangs would take notice of their appearance. The eyes were likely upon all five gunmen. The leader would slowly move a few steps ahead of the crew, and spoke a tone that seemed malicious. "The Empire has given its people a false sense of security. Let's take advantage of this. Join me and we will have an opportunity to strike at the Empire, and an opportunity to show they are not fit to run the galaxy. Who's with me?"
Nene may not seem right in the head, he probably isn't. But the Empire had created a monster in him, based on his personal experience. "Join me, and I can show you how vulnerable the Empire really are."
~Michael Danes, Former Alpha Blue Operative
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| Malos_Yhemn | Date: Saturday, 26 Jan 2013, 8:00 AM | Message # 6 |
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Group: Users
Messages: 49
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| Yhemn could hear mixed feelings in the room after the man spoke. Oh, to be sure, there were likely those present; idealists and the younger gang leaders, who would be willing to undertake such things for the glory, or out of sheer stupidity, but the group with which Yhemn sat, those older and wiser to have survived so long on a world such as Arramanx, were shooting glances at the speaker which made Yhemn more than a little uncomfortable. "Gentlemen, gentlemen," he cautioned in a low voice to those at his table, "The man could be insane to make such a proclamation in the open. If not, let those who'd go with him go. It has no effect on your world unless the Mandate decides to crack down one day, and after their defeats, they are still reorganizing and trying to fix their own issues. Arramanx is a small, small byproduct in their eyes and I say this not to detract from you, but to emphasize why you needn't worry."
Yhemn's words had a calming effect on the men about him and they turned back to their own discussion, allowing the odd gunman who'd spoke his chance to recruit among the younger gang leaders in the cantina.
Malos Yhemn
Contractor
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| Michael_Danes | Date: Saturday, 26 Jan 2013, 8:13 AM | Message # 7 |
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| While the veteran gang members shied away, the younger ones would begin to come to him one by one. It was working. Those members were going to be his losses. He needed enough people to inflict as much damage as possible. Nene really wanted to promote chaos, by utilizing urban warfare...as well as sectarian violence. He was hoping to expose that inside the Mandate, as well as worlds outside this space. Some would outright join his group, but some also were afraid to join because of the extremism life he led.
Perhaps there are some that would want him out of there. He could see it in some eyes, but he showed no fear of everyone in the room. Especially not after how he was raised, he was born evil and would remain that way for as long as the Empire exists.
~Michael Danes, Former Alpha Blue Operative
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| Malos_Yhemn | Date: Saturday, 26 Jan 2013, 8:26 AM | Message # 8 |
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| While Yhemn talked, the Trandoshan, Yeekry, kept an eye on the gunman and the men joining him. Yeekry carried his own weapon openly, a Stouker concussion rifle that could probably wipe out half the packed bar in its primary utilization; it was great for keeping things settled when someone carried a large gun. Yhemn was having his own recruitment success. There were a lot of people who wanted off of Arramanx with its run-down cities and lifestyle. There were far better things out there for the taking, after all.
Malos Yhemn
Contractor
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| Michael_Danes | Date: Saturday, 26 Jan 2013, 9:30 AM | Message # 9 |
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| Nene could tell the Trandoshan standing by Malos felt threatened by the terrorists. He would chuckle, and waited until his recruitment efforts with the young guns is done before moving on. The leader slowly made his way toward the Trandoshan, sporting his A280 blaster rifle. "Don't worry, we aren't enemies. Only the Empire are. You seems like the capable sort. If you help me, I'm sure you would have a fair shot at spilling Imperial blood."
Danes was wanting to see how the reptilian react to his latest comment.
~Michael Danes, Former Alpha Blue Operative
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| Malos_Yhemn | Date: Saturday, 26 Jan 2013, 9:52 AM | Message # 10 |
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Group: Users
Messages: 49
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| As the man approached, Yeekry casually slung the concussion rifle so the barrel was pointed at the floor before the man; a relatively nonthreatening posture, but a quick-response one. "Imperial blood? Why shed that when the is far better money to be made working for the Empire, or at least private sector?" Yeekry snorted with amusement. "Besides, the man I work for pays me more than enough that I'd not risk losing that opportunity." He gave a nod to Yhemn, who was still in discussion.
Malos Yhemn
Contractor
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| Michael_Danes | Date: Saturday, 26 Jan 2013, 10:04 AM | Message # 11 |
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| Nene snorted at the Trandoshan, "So money is all you care about. Do you know that money can be a source of evil? Especially among worlds like this. The Empire left this world to die. Wouldn't you be pissed about that?" He turned to look around and see if any more decided to join.
~Michael Danes, Former Alpha Blue Operative
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| Malos_Yhemn | Date: Saturday, 26 Jan 2013, 2:13 PM | Message # 12 |
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Group: Users
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| Some of the people were, no doubt, watching the talk between the gunman and Yeekry as it continued. "Money is all I care about, regardless of whether it's the source of all evil or not. It's also the source that brings me food and visits to the pleasure houses. As for this world? Not my place to be pissed, so get moving, Human. I don't want whatever it is you are selling and I already have someone I work for."
Malos Yhemn
Contractor
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| Michael_Danes | Date: Saturday, 26 Jan 2013, 2:44 PM | Message # 13 |
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| Nene shook his head, "Spoken like a true bounty hunter. Money will lead you astray some day, I can promise you that." The terrorist would walk backward, just in case there's a pissed off Trandoshan. He could sense some anger within the room, "If we unite, we have the strength to make ourselves known to the Empire." The tone was continuously malicious. It was clear he had the desire to inspire the current crowd inside the Cantina.
~Michael Danes, Former Alpha Blue Operative
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| Malos_Yhemn | Date: Saturday, 26 Jan 2013, 2:55 PM | Message # 14 |
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Group: Users
Messages: 49
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| Putting anger into the group was actually the opposite of what Yhemn wanted; he needed calm and cool heads to deal with. While Yeekry was quick to anger though, Yhemn noted the Trandoshan was exhibiting control so far. "Excuse me, gentlemen," Yhemn apologized to the group he was speaking with. Standing, Yhemn raised his voice to be heard by the man. "You there. Gunman. If you want to fight the Empire, it seems you have gathered a bit of a following. I'd advise you to leave this place and speak with them elsewhere. Nobody here wants what you're selling, and I'm inclined to turn you in to the Imperial authorities for disturbance of the peace."
Malos Yhemn
Contractor
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| Michael_Danes | Date: Saturday, 26 Jan 2013, 4:04 PM | Message # 15 |
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Sergeant
Group: Users
Messages: 32
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| The terrorist chuckled, "If you say so. I have no intention of getting myself turned in." He spoke as if he was going to cause trouble, but then he did the opposite. "If anyone's interested in following my path...follow me outside." Nene whistled as the four gunmen immediately turned around and headed for outside. The leader kept walking backward slowly, not showing any trust in the stranger.
Pretty soon, quite a few would follow him outside. Thus, leaving the stranger to deal with his associates.
~Michael Danes, Former Alpha Blue Operative
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