Open Nar Shaddaa Status Unknown

[Rynn Itera]

Open to Syndicate Members or Those Willing to Do Work for the Syndicates
Death Enabled - Dice Rolls
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Nar Shaddaa, it was already a hell hole of a moon, filled with degenerates, spice addicts, and death around every corner. Now it was literally filled with the dead. Something had gone terribly wrong, it started in the lowest sectors of the planet and slowly began to take more and more levels. There were reports of mad men eating the facings of Duros, and the like. It sounded like a fairy tale, but that was something Rynn had learned to not simply brush off -- this galaxy was filled with strange things and strange people.

Whatever was going on had seemed to have taken the planet by storm and now only the upper most levels seemed to be safe from whatever sickness dwelled within the depths. Power had been lost in many of the lower levels, and it was unknown if anyone had truly survived to tell the tale. It was dangerous, filled with possible seas of the undead, willing to eat every piece of your bone off if you weren't careful. But, the rewards of what lay below was too good to pass up. From rare ships, to countless credits and weapons, someone could become insanely rich if they were stupid enough to try and risk it all. Rynn was one of those people, and the Syndicate was no different.

Holed up in a safehouse in the Tapani Sector, the Mandalorian listened as a small Chadra-Fan typed away along the holonet. "The lower level systems from 1000-1857 are in a quarantine, the sector is in a strict lockdown and the Hutt Cartel is restricting anyone from traveling into the area." The rat like creature would turn to look to the Mandalorian, "You really think this is a good idea?"

"We're not going to the Quarantine zone, we're going past it." Rynn would say as he looked towards the alien through his cold lifeless helmet.

"That's suicide, the power grids in that level are completely shut off. They say no one is alive down there."

"There is something I want, and there is something the Syndicates want." He'd say sharply, "Large sums of credits hidden in escrow, within the Danari Bank Fortress. Those credits are useless hidden away down there. We need to secure it, return home, and we're rich men."

The chadra fan shook his head before turning around to look at the terminal station, "No wonder your people are nearly extinct..You're insane. If you're serious about this, you'll need a team." The Chadra fan would type away, sending encrypted messages out into the Holonet. People were bound to bite. You have to be willing to risk it all.

 

[Salvatore Russo]

Sal Russo would show up. He understood the risks. There was a significant chance he wouldn't survive, and if he did, there was a great chance he would be maimed or worse. But, Sal had a mission of his own. This wasn't about the money. It wasn't about credits or getting to live the high life for a while. Granted, the tangible awards may well be great and worth it if he survived this deal, but Sal wanted more than money.

Right or wrong, Sal Russo didn't take orders well, and he didn't like to get them. The only way to not get orders in this line of work is to be the one giving him. He didn't want to climb the ladder in the Syndicates. He wanted to take the elevator straight to the top. Sal was tired of fighting off the dregs in sleazy motels and beating up pimps and johns to take control of a street corner here, a back alley there. One way to do that was to make a splash, and this was such an opportunity.

The former cop showed up, both peacemakers on each hip. He wore his black blast vest under his black leather jacket. His vibroblade knife was fitted close on his belt. Looked like a small crowd so far....Russo would grin off to one side and say, "So, I hear this is where we get rich or die tryin', right?"

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