"The Rivals" (Sontrebren. Black Jack Crew)

[D.C.]

It all started where every mission started.

Blake's appartment on Coruscant.

The Gambler sat there on his chair behind his desk, smoking a cigarette and waiting for his men to show up. He filled a glass with water and as he lowered the cigarette which he held in his right hand, he brought the glass to his lips with his left. He drank and then put the glass back on the desk.
Taking another sip of the cigarette he thought about the next mission. The code name for this mission was: The Rivals. It was about killing off some kind of slimey oversized slug.

A Hutt.

Blake hated Hutt's to the fullest and he longed for the very moment to kill the thing off. Yes, that would be for sure: HE would have the honor to shoot the creature.

 

[FaMiLy]

Eris Sontrebren the name rung a bell for everybody in the galaxy. He was about to show up at the apartment, Blake was one of his capos under the Sontrebren Crew. He was a loyal companian and henchman, Eris trusted him, the trust was a reward after all Eris didn't trust many.

Eris turned down the apartment hallway, he appeared in front of the apartment door and opened it. Walking in the room clouded with plenty of guards. Eris was a man that took note to bring guards. He sat down at the table, turning to Blake.

"Hello Blake." Eris voice was scratchy, deep, and low.
(OOC I'ma role-play in this mission. ;D)

 

[D.C.]

It was obvious that his father had more... well, his father had a more criminal look. Eris always looked like a Dark Jedi to Blake, but The Gambler didn't mind.

As Eris came into the room Blake greeted his boss. "Greetings, sir." He said with his deep voice.
"I did not expect you to come here yourself. I can brief the boys myself, I know what the mission is about." He said and he wondered what the boss himself came doing here. Maybe he just wanted to brief the Black Jack crew himself.

 

[FaMiLy]

"Blake, my friend, i'm here to come with you. These scum bags are going to get exactly what they deserve. This fat hutt will be either burnt up by our blaster rounds or sliced down with my blade, either way. You can brief your own crew, after all you are the boss." Eris sat down impatiently waiting for the other crew members. "You know me better."

 

[D.C.]

"You... You're actually coming along?" Blake asked. His voice sounded surprised, and surprised he was indeed. "Well, that's unexpected. But a good thing, I think. But, with all due respect, sir, I want the death of that slug at my hands, if you don't mind."

Blake looked at the boss and awaited an answer. Hopefully the boss would allow it, because Blake want to let his blaster blow the brains of the creature.

In the meantime, they were still waiting for the others to show up.

 

[FaMiLy]

"Yes, I am. I figured i'd give this sword a go, right?" Govon was serious, he didn't like to joke no put on the wrong impression. "As for that overgrown slug, I don't care. As long as I get to watch. I want to talk to the fat ass. Then afterwards you can blow his brains out. Hopefully this won't be to hard."

Eris was satisfied and impressed Blake was dedicated. Impression upon Eris didn't come often, but Blake usually proved him wrong. The two men were waiting for the others to show up. Eris motioned the guards that crowded the room to leave, he was in Blake's security. That was enough.

 

[Project]

The door slided open as Torlan entered the room - he looked at Eris, and with his right eye at Blake."Greetings." he said calmly, not interested in saying more.He stood at the wall, having both of them in his eyes.
Something though, was strange.He saw Eris not often, though he ignored his appereance - he payed him, that was all that interested Torlan.

 

[Azazel]

Azazel had spent much time on personal hunts that kept his skills at their very peek. It would seem he was sleeping less and less yet was growing stronger. He was walking the halls on the way to Blakes apartment wearing his all black pants, shirt, vest and under his attire the make shift straps that hide his broken down rifle. Only his blaster on his waist and old twin daggers on right leg and left thigh could be seen. His yellow eyes roamed around until the door came into sight. Azazel entered the apartment as if he was soulless his seeing first Eris Sontrebren then Capo Blake, giving a respectful nod and saying his greetings.

"Boss Sontrebren always a pleasure.. Capo Blake good to see you"

Choosing to stand he crossed his arms and waited by the wall near the desk and noticed the other man Torlan and gave him a stare that would be his hello .

 

[D.C.]

"Torlan. Azazel. Greetings." Blake said. "Now we're waiting for Knot. He is always late." He smirked and then took another sip from his cigarette. "He will make it, though. We'll wait as long as it takes. Knot must be part of this mission, because he is strong."

He sat back in his chair and eyed both his man. They looked tough, and they were tough. Blake's crew consisted of the right men. Fearless and tough.

 

[FaMiLy]

Eris' breathing capsule was heard throughout the room. He made an entry and wasn't going to leave until the mission was done. The two men in his presence seemed new. He didn't mind either of them and they both looked professional. He made his presence well known though, everybody knew Eris was not the friendly looking type, and ought most not the most normal looking person. Knot he heard about the bigger creature with a lot of potential. That's what Eris was looking for potential to expand his empire. Just as his father wanted to do.

"So how'd my father meet you guys? I'm curious..." He laughed, his laughter was low and not very emotional. Eris was interested but he didn't act like he was. His personality was set alone from all of them. Eris was nothing but a strict bitch. That's what it came down to. His father was totally different from him, his father was generous boss. He didn't enforce rules nor did he enforce fear. But his father was respected by all the men in the crew. His father was Eris' icon and probably most of the men's icon.

 

[Project]

Torlan looked towards Eris."He hired me to kill a crew of Trandoshan Spice-Traders, calling themself Cap au Diable... but i'm sure my contracts don't really interest you." he closed his lips, standing tall and he looked towards Azazel, the moment was short, he noded - and then looked again to Blake and Eris.

 

[Azazel]

Looking away from Torlan, Azazel was leaning against the wall as he looked over to Eris, his voice stern yet clear. "Capo Blake hired me for some jobs, met you father later on during a briefing about a Starfighter hijacking" With the question answered their was nothing more to say so he just let one hand fall to a daggers handle on his left thigh and relax there.

 

[D.C.]

"Your dad and I met up in a cantina on a faraway space station." He grinned. "We punched each other right in the face. That was twenty years ago. Good old times. Later on I joined his crew and now I'm here. Capo of Black Jack."

 

[FaMiLy]

"Mhm, Blake explain the mission to these two." Eris said, "We'll get started then." Eris clenched onto the hilt of his blade, he had the same habit of his father. Holding the hilt gave an extra boost of security and domination. The hilt was secured and embraced with leather and gold. It was his father's Govon.

 

[D.C.]

The Gambler stood up from his chair and looked over to his men, Torlan and Azazel.
"Alright." He said. "Knot isn't here yet, but I'll brief you guys anyway."

He crossed his arms and his hole appearance was very dominant. He looked like a real leader, a tough guy.

"This mission takes us to Tatooine. On that planet of dust is a giant slug... A Hutt. He's been messin' with our spice and we gotta make clear that he made a wrong move. We're gonna pay him a visist, kill off everyone inside, except for those slaves, and take back our spice. Most of his forces are off-world so it will be a piece of cake. Guns blazin', boys. Just remember, The Hutt is mine. I will blow his brains out. Any questions or maybe suggestions?"

 

[Project]

Torlan stood calm... looking serious at Blake.
"The hutts are no ordinary Criminals.I dealt with single Hutts some times, believe me when i tell you, Blake, they have security forces everywhere.Naming it would take me hours, probably Killerdroids and some Humanoid figures." he explained it "When we enter, clearly go tactical.Shoot them silently from behind, like the bird stalks his prey in the night - a simple tactic, but also a effective one.I suggest we split up, the Hutts building has probably two doors... one of our teams should then attack first from behind, pulling their forces to their - following to this, the other group attacks them from the front, resulting in their "unlife".The hutt would be clear to kill then - however, this is just a suggestion."

Torlan took one of his unique slugthrower pistols, and began polishing them with some some sort of black matter.

 

[Azazel]

Looking over at Eris, Azazels gaze moved to Torlan's pistols then to Blake. "Tatooine is a wasteland. Most fortresses on Tatooine have minimal high tech security I know from experience. Depending on guards making rounds and since most will be gone the drawing of their attention would work." He paused for a moment taking out a slug round that was modified showing it to the others holding it between his middle and index finger. "This makes a boom that could draw their attention, Torlan and I could take care of the guards while Boss and blake go from behind taking care of the hutt."

 

[D.C.]

With his arms still crossed he listened to the suggestions. Torlan was right, there should be a lot of guards swarming all over the place, but most guards are off-world, so this time this was not relevant. Then Azazel spoke.

"We will split up." Blake said. "That is an excellent idea, Torlan. However, most guards are off-world, so we won't have that much resistance. And, Azazel, that's a good idea as well. We will combine it. Torlan and Azazel take out the guards, the boss and I take care of the Hutt."

The Gambler then turned towards Eris Sontrebren and asked: "It's still not clear to me, how many soldiers will be coming with us?"

OOC: By soldiers I'm referring to NPCs.

 

[FaMiLy]

Eris nodded during the statements, he didn't suggest merely anything. He liked the fact that the leadership was taking toll, he needed members like this and he had them.

"There's only going to be three coming with us." Eris said. "Were going to manage to drop in with one of our gunships, I believe that's the best way. Unless Azazel and Torlan wants to take a different ship with the guards, and you and I Blake can move in behind the fat hutt. Were going to continue without Knot, he's taking too much time."

(I don't think he even made his character yet.)

 

[Project]

"Two ships are noticed too fast, i rather suggest taking the same ship and getting us dropped of one or two miles before the Hutts base.Also we don't need your other soldiers, they are just luggage on our packs - you should take them." Torlan ment, moving his hat forward, and suddenly a dark shadow was hiding his upperface half.

He put the gun back in the holster awaiting what they would have to say.