Paint The Walls Red

[Corrine Solus]

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NAR SHADDAA
0600 Hours

The time is ripe to soften up a potential target for crusade! That is what the chaos in Imperial Hutta represents. If the province collapses and becomes independent, then there will be nothing to stop us from sweeping in! It's time to set this region truly on fire! Incite a riot on one of the worlds within Imperial Hutta and do the most property damage you can!

Event Thread ; Dice Rolled ; Deadline: Feb 26th.
@EmilyHuene ; @Critas [/fancybox2]

The holonet is down! This was their chance! There is no better time or opportunity to sow discord and chip away at the Empire's power. Turning Imperial Hutta independant could open the province up for later conquest; not to mention, it would rob the Sith Empire of a third of the galaxy, regardless of the outcome of their civil war. It is an opportunity that cannot and must not be ignored.

Corrine poked at her tablet again and again. Still nothing. It was really down. The holonet was down! How crazy was this?! It must have been the Galactic Alliance. "Curse that Twi'lek!" she'd swear out loud to herself. "Why didn't Vu-vu tell us they were planning this?" No point in dwelling over it now. She couldn't exactly call him up anyways. She'd set the pointless tablet down and rush to her closet to swiftly put her family's Beskar'gam over her undergarments. Like her hair, but for different reasons altogether, Corrine had painted her iron skin red, which meant to honor one's family. It came standard with all the basic armor functions: H.U.D in the visor, a rebreather in the helmet, heavy duty plating to ensure blasters and swords couldn't get through easily. But Corrine had installed one special item: a wrist-mounted flamethrower that she still had yet to use. It was giving her anxiety about it. Part of her wanted to take it out back and light the garbage disposal on fire. Hell...maybe she'd do that today.

A riot! That would be perfect! If Imperial soldiers were going to come down here then they'd meet some resistance. Corrine knew what she had to do. The moment her helmet came down over her head she was out the door and heading for the garage where her brothers lived. She'd made sure to pack as many weapons as she could: her two "strill" blaster pistols, her absolute favorite Westar C-1 blaster rifle, and for the sake of blowing up as much as she could...three HH-69 adhesive grenades. Boom!

Rushing into the garage Corrine only found one person there, her big brother Dio. Well he wasn't technically her brother. They were technically related at all. He was a part of a different clan altogether and if not for their good friend Malagith they might not have ever met. Now they were as close as siblings and Corrine made a show of it by always trying to tease him when she could. She'd never had a brother before, so she made sure to make the most of it.

"D!" she'd call him by his nickname. "Did you see? The holonet is down! It's happening! It's finally happening. We can make Nar Shaddaa independent! People are already out in the streets freaking out. It's only a matter of time until the gangs start taking over and things go insane!"

 

[Diocletian Solus]

Dio arrived at the garage where he was supposed to meet Cory a little early. He had left in plenty of time to make sure he got there at all. The anarchy that had hit the planet was truly something to behold. It was total insanity all over the planet. They had been asked to go back to his former home of Nar Shaddaa to help incite a riot and do property damage. This was an assignment that Dio could sink his teeth into. He was extremely good at damage and well the inciting of riots was more of a pleasure than a skill.

He had several plans in mind, but he would wait and discuss them with Cory. There were several banking institutions in the Corellia district, and they made great riot fodder. The Imperial garrison in the district would be an easy mark as well. All they needed to do was get something to light the spark, there were plenty of people in the streets already that would fan that spark into flames.

All that being said, if things needed a little more assistance, Dio had a little ace in the hole in his bag. A set of Imperial armor was in the saddle bags of his Ranger. It he felt they needed a little Imperial Violence to get things kicked off, he had the perfect man in mind for the job, namely, him. With the holonet down, there was no way for people to confirm or deny any story you gave them. Knowing people as Dio knew people, especially the people of the Smugglers Moon, he knew they would jump at any controversial story they were fed about now. That would certainly make their situation much easier.

As Cory arrived in the garage, she seemed as excited as he was about the Holonet being down. She appeared to want to make Nar Shaddaa independent. Dio was for that, he was not a fan of the Hutts and this was as good as time as any to stick it to the big slugs.

“Hello Cory, I did indeed see.” He smiled and gestured to the city which was already starting to burn in some districts. “Apparently, we need to get a move on, there will be nothing to incite into a riot before long. The gangs are already moving but I think we can use that to our advantage. Where would you like to start?”

@EmilyHuene

 

[Corrine Solus]

Dio it seemed had come prepared. He'd brought a few bags with him in his ranger but Corrine wondered why he'd suddenly felt the need to bag things up. It wasn't like him to pack up and run. Were they valuables? Not likely. She couldn't imagine any of them being sentimental about the little things in life when they were constantly on the move and the possibility of moving again was always right around the corner. She for one knew not to keep anything she'd get attached to because there was always a chance she wouldn't be able to return at all. Maybe that's why she didn't own any pets.

He'd then inform her they needed to get a move on, reminding Cory to not dwell on silly little things such as domesticated animals. "Uh yeah. I mean no. I haven't really thought this out. I was on a mission once with a fellow Mando to stop a riot, not start one. So this is all a little new for me. But if I learned anything from that experience it's that people will get riled up for no reason at all. I figure'd we'd just go out there and spout some nonsense about the Imperial Republica taxing too much or something...?"

Corrine thought back to that mission on Contruum. The Mandalorians were there simply to set up a base in which to defend Contruum should the Imperial Republica or any other faction try to invade. They weren't there to invade themselves, for they had no intention of overthrowing the government in charge. But most of the people didn't see it that way. Corrine and a man by the name of Leandros Solus had been tasked with making sure any riots didn't start up because mobs were already beginning for form. It didn't help both of the Mandalorians who showed up were covered in armor with guns strapped to them in every which way. It was custom for them to wear their Beskar'gams. But she understood now how testy that might have made people.

Looking down at her feet she crossed her arms and pursed her lips. "Ok so it's not a good plan. But I'm sure you've got something better." She'd nod and point to his bags in a confused gesture, "And I have a feeling whatever's inside those might be a part of it...?"

Her plan was not good at all. It was barely even a plan. And it relied a lot on risk. They'd have to hope the people actually got behind them. And even though Corrine was pretty sure that the generic public out there in the streets would probably be hanging onto their every word, it wasn't a good strategy to hope. If Dio wanted to make a scene with his stolen gear, it would solidify any doubt the people had. Whatever he wanted to do, she was good with it. She'd follow after his lead like she'd done several times over. "Just tell me where to shoot," she'd tell him after he explained whatever idea he thought would work best. "I'll follow you. Let's go!"

 

[Diocletian Solus]

Diocletian walked towards his saddle bags and started pulling out the armor. He pulled out a heavy durasteel plate and handed it to Cory, it was roughly the size of the interior of her chest armor. He started pulling off his own armor and putting on the Imperial set. There was no sense of modesty in the action at all, they were two warriors getting ready for a mission so a but of nudity was the last thing on Diocletian’s mind. He spoke as he dressed, outlining what he had in mind. It went along with Cory’s plan but went a bit deeper as well.

“Alright, I agree one of us, namely you, will enter the crowd and start shouting anti-imperial rhetoric. I will then enter in the Imperial Armor and order the crowd to disperse. You then challenge me, and I shoot you in the chest. Now you will have that extra armor under your chest armor, and I will shoot you with a powered down blaster. It will look the same but at most you will get a touch of sunburn on your chest. As long as I hit the extra armor that is.” He smiled as he looked up and winked at her in a roguish manner. “You will just have to trust me.”

He went back to finishing putting on the armor. It stank to him, he did not like wearing it, but he reminded himself that it would only be for so long. He pulled the powered down blaster from its holster on his waist and checked that it was indeed the blaster that he had modified for the mission. It would certainly do the job and his tests he had run had confirmed that it would not pierce the double walled armor on Cory’s chest. “You need to go down and make it believable. I will drag your body out and once we are clear we will meet back here. If they rush me, I will run and when the crowd follows, you get back here. I will meet you when I can.”

@EmilyHuene

 

[Corrine Solus]

With a questioning look Corrine would tilt her head as she took the heavy durasteel plate from her brother and began inspecting it. "Uhhhhh...." She'd look back up at him and he was now taking off his armor. Did he expect her to do the same? "D...?"

As he began to undress he'd explain to her his plan. She was going to go in and start fueling the fire for this rebellion against the Imperials. Then Dio, under disguise of one of the soldiers, would come and fight her. Though he probably meant "spit in his face" kind of challenge and not "fight to the death" kind of challenge. He'd then shoot her and she'd feign death.

"Wait Wait Wait Wait Wait Wait. Wait. You're going to shoot me?!" she'd ask in protest.

He insisted that she would have to trust him so Corrine would groan and start shrugging off the top of her armor. Like Dio, she also cared not for modesty. They were all good friends and they all knew she was marr-.....oh. Right. Malagith. She still hadn't broken the news to Dio. She looked up and thought about saying something, but then bit her lip and looked down at herself. She couldn't do it. Not now. Corrine turned so as to show him her back. Maybe he'd chalk it up to her trying to hide her front from him, even though she always wore some sort of sports bra in her armor under her normal undershirt. Normally she wouldn't care for showing off her wonderful abs; she liked to be one of the boys after all so she worked on her frame just as much as they would. She just didn't want him to see her start crying.

The plate fit perfectly into her chest gear piece and she wondered how Dio had gotten those measurements. She thought about calling him out on it, insinuating he was some sort of pervert. But her latest mindset failed to bring her humor back with it. She quickly got dressed with the additional armor and locked everything into place. All that was missing was her helmet but she didn't want to draw that kind of attention to herself. The people were likely to trust one of their own, not some Mandalorian.

Continuing with his plan he tried to make sure she understood what she was doing would be believable. In other words, be the best kriffing corpse she could be. Dead....like Malagith. She nodded to him, biting the inside of her cheek so hard it began to bleed. "Don't cry!" she'd think to herself. "Be better than this, Cory." She tried focusing on the plan and envisioned Dio in a little cartoon bubble above her head dragging her by the ankle. Wouldn't carrying her be more effective? By thunder she hoped he wasn't actually going to drag her back here.

"Fine!" she'd say as she brushed past him. "But when we get back you're polishing my armor and fixing the hole you plan to blow in my chest."

And with that she would start down the street to the nearest grouping of people. From there, she didn't have to travel very far. Dio's garage was actually on a fairly busy part of town so not more than six or so blocks down the road was a mob just ready to start pulling at each other's throats. By her estimates, there were a good thirty of them gathered together. They would just need one good push to get going. They needed a common enemy.

Calling out at the top of her lungs Corrine would start shouting, "The Empire is responsible! They cut the network down! The Empire wants to enslave us! The Empire cut down the holonet. They're invading for sure."

The people around her would all start shouting as she spoke, saying their own interpretations of what was going on. This gave Corrine the morale she needed to get ahead of them and start moving to the center of the group. Climbing onto a speeder that had been flipped over she continued to scream as loud as she could.

"The Imperial Republica has looked on this system for too long! They tax us! They curse us. They leave us to the gangsters and expect us to pay both them for living here and the Hutts for protection! They cut the holonet down so we can't call our allies, or friends. They want us to roll over and accept our fate well I say no! Kriff no! We will not be slaves! Rebel! We are strong! We are free men! Let us secede from those greedy noblemen and take our planet back!!"

The crowd would do exactly as Corrine expected. They were eating out of the palm of her hand. Now she just needed Dio to show up and shoot her. Oh joy. Why did she agree with this? She was seriously having second thoughts. She'd been shot before, combat was kind of a boon for that thing to happen. But she'd never stood still and let someone shoot her. It was insane to think about. And even though her brother claimed he'd messed with the power settings she was positive it would hurt just the same. If this didn't work out, no....even if it did work out, she was so going to shoot him just so he could feel how it felt.

 

[Diocletian Solus]

Diocletian followed Cory out into the street, fading off down a side alley to make his way around to the other side of the mob of people. The Imperial armor that he was wearing made the people give him a wide birth and he used that to his advantage. They would see the Imperial and remember him as such when it came time for tossing blame. That was exactly what Dio planned and so far, it was all working out as such.

Making his way through the alley, he cut through the open back door of an apartment, pushing through the startled family that lived there mumbling something about ‘Imperial Business’ before exiting the other side of the apartment and into the hallway of the building. He stormed down the hallway and looked out the front doors of the building. He needed to time this perfectly and he watched as Cory started whipping the crowd into an anti-Imperial frenzy.

As Cory finished with the take our planet back line, he pushed the doors open of the building and strode out into the street. It was a gamble, especially since the only weapon he had on him was the powered down blaster at his hip. It would be enough to blister un-armored skin but not much more than that. Dio didn’t need to penetrate armor or skin, just make a loud noise. He reached the edge of the crowd and stood, listening to Cory continue to talk. He noted that some of the crowd had noticed him and were starting to quiet in the face of Imperial authority.

Picking his moment, he pulled his pistol and started to speak, the voice modulator in his helmet disguised his voice. “Pretty words traitor. We handle traitors in only one way here. Here is a taste!” With that he raised the pistol and fired one shot, hitting Cory in the center of her torso, right where the second plate of armor would be. He laughed and shouted, “A traitor’s death, how fitting.” as Cory slowly spiraled to the ground. Turning he marched to the building, watching the reaction of the crowd through the reflection on its glass doors. As expected, it ranged from fury to undisguised horror at the public execution.

Quickening his step, he ducked into the building and slid into a small janitorial closet. Stripping the armor and weapon off, he tossed them into the buildings furnace and quickly pulled on the clothes he had secreted there earlier that day. A quick hand through his hair and he was a startled citizen running to see what the commotion was. He charged out into the street, pointing at the building and shouting with his real voice. “In there, he ran out the back!” The crowd that was at a frenzy level charged into the building with blood in their eyes. Dio made his way to Cory and pushed through the crowd to get to her side. He hoped that it had all worked, and he wasn’t about to find a real corpse on the other side of the crowd.

“That’s my sister! Out of my way!” he shouted, and the crowd melted in front of him. He knelt and picked up Cory’s limp form and started to run towards a nearby speeder that he had stolen earlier in the day. Years of misspent youth had aided him again on a mission. He gently laid Cory in the back seat and told her, “Don’t move, almost clear.” He pulled the speeder out into traffic and sped down the street.

@EmilyHuene

 

[Corrine Solus]

Corrine then heard her brother call out to her, but she had to pretend she did not know the man. She turned to face him, giving him the rudest stare that she could. He was after all about to shoot her. Any frustration she showed was quite natural given what was about to happen. So her reaction was natural and quite believable. As was the fear in her eyes when she saw the blaster being pointed right for her.

Every instinct was like an alarm burning in her mind. She wanted to dodge, turning on her side and rolling off the speeder. She'd land with a roll, pull out her own gun and blast the Imp where he stood. She'd be a hero! Only.....that wasn't the plan. She closed her eyes and raised her hands high enough to block her face even though she knew full well Dio was aiming for her chest. She only hoped his aim was on point.

The bolt was not nearly as painful as she expected it to be, in fact it was pretty mild all things considered. It was the surprise that got her and made her cry out. Making it as believable as she could, Corrine fell backwards and clawed at the air almost in slow motion as she dropped from the speeder. She tumbled down on the other side of it, falling over one of the seats and spinning completely around to last on her torso. Her body then stopped moving. She closed her eyes and held her breath trying to be as still as she possibly could.

And so she waited. Corrine held her breath for as long as humanly possible before risking taking a chance to breathe. Only out of her nose so her armor wouldn't be seen rising up and down, she very slowly inhaled. One two three four five six seven eight nine and ten. She'd wait. Exhale. Inhale. One two three four five six seven eight nine and ten. Exhale. Inhale slowly. One two three four five six seven eight nine and ten. Exhale. Inhale slowly. She repeated this again and again. Around her she could hear the voices of the mob leaving, but there were others around her still loitering. Were they watching her? Mourning her? She only hoped one of them didn't come and try to pick her up then she didn't know how long she could fake holding her breath.

Finally Dio came to her rescue. She heard his panicked voice and knew her time in death would not last much longer. He came up to her and picked her body up princess style. Her arms dangled past his arms on either side of her body. Her legs basically did the same only he held them from dangling too much. Setting her down in the speeder he instructed her they weren't quite in the clear yet and she just had to keep faking it for just awhile longer. Corrine wanted to flinch or bite her lip, or scratch her nose which was now itching from her hair falling in her face. Being dead was awful!

Another minute or two and finally she'd get the all clear. Corrine opened her mouth and turned to Dio, holding her arms out reaching for him. "Brains!" she'd groan out like some fairy tale monster hungry for flesh. "Braaaaains!"

Corrine couldn't hold up the charade. She snorted and began laughing hysterically, kicking her feet in the speeder until she was reminded of the ache in her chest. She looked down at her armor which had a rather ugly looking black spot dead center. She pouted and gave Dio the hardest hit she could with her fist into his shoulder.

"That's for shooting me, Shebs" she'd swear at him. She'd then sit up and give him a gentle and platonic kiss on his cheek. "And that's for not missing."

The riot would soon be in full force. Anyone who'd gone chasing after Dio would turn their sights on just about anyone in Imperial armor. The job was done. Both of them were alive. But did anyone expect anything less of the Mandalorian Duo? Corrine smiled at her brother and sat back in the speeder letting the wind blow through her hair. She was then able to finally scratch her nose.

~END THREAD~
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