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At an undisclosed villa, high on a mountaintop overlooking the city of Lost Haven from the mainland, the infamous criminal known as the Cowl sat at a polished mahogany table enjoying his lunch. His hood had been pulled back, but his mask remained securely on his face, only pulled up enough to expose his mouth as he ate. It was fact that no man had seen the crime lord without his mask on, even seeing as much as they could right now was a privilege for most of the Veilguard patrolling within the villa now, a privilege that would bragged to other members later as a symbol of confidence to the Shroud Syndicate.
The Cowl himself had not even been seen for most of the day, hiding away in a locked private room, its contents unknown to anyone but the Cowl himself. He had only come out an hour ago, only to speak to the house chef and ask for lunch before sitting at a rather mundane kitchen table, quietly staring out the window at the city as he ate. Even though they called the hideout he was in a ‘villa’ it was honestly not much bigger than a cabin, as were the rule with most of The Cowl’s hiding places. He did not like extravagance, and got away with mundane when he had the chance. The only time he would parade riches was if he was entertaining another crime boss or bribing a local politician, otherwise he kept his life very low-key.
However, the quiet silence of his lunch would be interrupted by the footsteps of Specter, which resulted in a visible smirk on The Cowl’s lips.
“I assume since your presence means you have something to report.” The Cowl called out as Specter entered the room. “Otherwise you’d still be buying up property.”
“Actually, quite a few things to report, and not all of it good.” Specter said, picking up the remote to a nearby television. “The good news is that we are literally not even spoke of in the news, and the Police have no leads to what started the riots. It seems that while most of LHPD is concentrated with simply cleaning up, there is a group that’s concerned with another threat. Along with the incident at the Temple of Ares, some shadow-being known as ‘Umbraxis’ is stealing the headlines.”
“Yes, I saw the both the Commissioner’s Challenge and STRIKE’s response this morning.“ The Cowl mused, “It’s amazing, really. Our men work their hardest to make a distraction for the heroes, when really we could have just let this psychotic metahuman steal the spotlight and gone on our merry way...Oh well, nothing we can do about it now. Best we keep acting while this Umbraxis fellow has the Metahuman’s attention”
“That’s not our only obstacle, I’m afraid.” Specter said. “A corporation has thrown themselves into the property game as well, even going so far as to call our dummy organizations out.”
With his words, he turned on the television and flipped to one of the local news channels, one of the ones that were not covering the riots or the shadowy serial killer. Eventually he got to a channel displaying a young woman at the podium, identified as Alexa Winestone of Winestone International by a large news graphic covering the bottom of the screen. Specter had just caught the broadcast at the beginning, as she immediately began her little speech.
“Thank you for joining me on such short notice. I know that our city has seen some true horrors over the last several months. From D-Day to the riots of just a few nights ago, the people of this city have shown the grit and determination to continue to push on.
It has recently come to my attention that there are a number of predatory elements out there that are looking to exploit the hard working people of this city, and are using the events of the last few nights to profit off of the misfortune of those who have had their businesses ruined.
So I have decided that Winstone International’s Lost Haven branch will earmark 15 Million dollars to aid those small business owners who have seen their livelihood threatened by the thugs who nearly burned portions of our city to the ground. We will be issuing a press release within the day which will detail how business owners can apply for the grant to cover the cost of repairs to their businesses. It’s time to show the people of Lost Haven, and the rest of the world that you don’t need a cape to help. Thank you.”She says as she steps away from the podium as reporters shout questions at her.
As the report came to a close, Specter turned to The Cowl to continue.
“This could present a potential issue, if they go to her instead of us, we will lose key territories and the full plan will not succeed 100%.” Specter said. “Really brings everything to light here, sir.”
“Maybe, but for the record I’m actually glad the youthful are finally taking interest in the town. It’s about time the younger generation had some influence on the city. It’s just a shame if conflicts with our business.” The Cowl said, taking a sip of coffee as he spoke. “Either way, she is the current head of Winestone Industries. As I recall, they are a very diverse company.”
“Indeed.” Specter replied. “They have their hands in almost as many things as we do, from energy weapons to fuel alternatives, it’s made their family upwards of billions.”
“Hm...interesting.” The Cowl said, shifting in his chair. “In my experience, billions are almost always gained at the cost of stepping on someone, even beneficiary companies like this one.”
“What are you suggesting, sir?”
“If I were a betting man, Specter, I’d bet that this ‘Winestone Industries’ have some skeletons in their closet. Even the nicest of people have dark secrets, but a corporation always skims something under regulation that would corrupt the world to know.” He pulled his mask down as he spoke, reaching for his hood. “How many men do we have affiliated with Winestone?”
“Roughly 20 or 30 in the city, most are in their blue collar divisions, however. We have a few in upper management positions, but they have not given anything that could rupture Winestone’s structure here in the city.”
“Get them to start digging up dirt, anything they find they send straight to me.” The Cowl said, rising from his finished lunch. “And if we can’t find anything, we create a lie.”
“...A lie, sir?” Specter asked. “About Winestone industries?”
“Yes, if we bribe a man or two within Winestone Industries, I’m sure we can make them say whatever we want, even on camera. Or threats, but money is much easier.”
“But...but how would that work?” Specter asked. “Wouldn’t a lie be easy to disprove?”
To Specter’s words, Cowl delivered an audible chuckle. “Oh...oh my dear Specter, you did not do much corporate espionage in this town while I was away, did you?” He asked. “There are two things a corporation treasures more than anything else. The first is money, of course. Money is the end goal of any company, they provide a service and they wish to get as much money as possible. However, the bigger you get, the more safety codes you have to violate, the less you can pay your workers, the more you have to cut to make that same profit for the increasing costs. Even if you do manage to churn out money, you’ve wracked yourself in enough human suffering to desensitize yourself to what the people on the ground think.”
“And...what’s the second thing?”
“That none of it ever gets out to the public. People nowadays understand that every company they know most likely has some dark secrets, but as the saying goes ‘ignorance is bliss’. As long as they don’t know about it, they won’t bother to question it. However, if one concerned worker says something about a violated code or below minimum wage check? Everyone becomes suddenly aware of the company’s corruption. In this generation of social activists and bandwagon jumpers, you don’t even have to say what is true. You just have to say what people expect.”
“So...we’d make a lie of what people expect to hear about a multimillion dollar corporation?”
“Exactly.” The Cowl said, walking to the window. “Start contacting our men on the inside, let’s see if we can concoct a good story for the tabloids.”
“On it, sir.”
Took me long enough to finish this, but here is Darth Crudelis' apprentice!
Screen Name: NeutralNexus
Character you wish to play: Malov Kyren/ Darth Seducus
Race: Zeltron
Faction: Sith Lord/Apprentice to Darth Crudelis
Skills and Abilities:
Lightsaber Combat: Darth Seducus is an extremely skilled user of Form V(Shien/Djem So), able to hold off multiple lightsaber wielders with ease until he can launch vicious counter attacks. Complementing its counter-attack style with his equally dangerous Dun Moch, the Sith art of taunting and beguiling his opponent into attacking out of frustration or fatigue, making stupid and sloppy moves for him to capitalize on.
Zeltron Heritage: As a Zeltron, Darth Seducus is gifted with his race’s natural pheromones, enhancing his attractiveness and likeability to those around him. The Zeltron race is also gifted with limited telepathy, allowing him to feel the emotions of others and even project emotions onto them if need be.
Force Powers: Darth Seducus is extremely gifted in the dark side of the force, his destructive powers being extremely potent and apparent in his ability to channel such things as lightning and raw kinetic power. However, his true strength lies in his power to alter and deceive the mind. Complementing his natural Zeltron abilities, Mavol has the almost peerless ability to win over people using intricate mind tricks, channeling his emotions into his abilities to enthralling effect. In the mind, he is incredibly powerful.
Diplomacy and Deception: Malov is incredibly silver-tongued and witty, allowing him to move in and out of crowds with ease. He knows who to be aggressive with, who to smile at, who to bow to, and who not to cross. He is a versatile and impressive diplomat, even without his powers. One would have a lot of trouble telling if he was ever lying.
Athletic Ability: As a Zeltron, he is a naturally gifted athlete, but he had trained his body even further than his genetics provided. He is light on his feet and fast with his hands, keeping himself dexterous and alert at all times.
Pilot: While not an ace pilot, Malov is capable of flying and maneuvering in a spaceship with no issue.
Slicing: Malov is a decent slicer, his life before his Sith training allowing him to pick up the talent of hacking to grab a few credits here and there on his adventures.
Con Man: Among his talents, Malov excels at conning his way in and out of situations. With his deceptive nature and likeable personality, Malov can drift in and out of social circles with a few well placed lies. This, among all his talents, is his most dangerous feature, allowing him to infiltrate the likes of Republic congress and Imperial Remnant battle meetings with a few clever disguises and the impeccable ability to make things up on the spot. Many a time he has swindled information out of people, and very few times has that blown up in his face.
Connected: Even before he became Sith, he had allied himself with a few organizations, Hutt, Republican, and Imperial Remnant alike, having worked as a smuggler, spy, and mole in a few organizations even at a young age, allowing him a bizarre amount of resources at his disposal.
Background: Ever since his youth, Malov knew he wanted the power to make his own decisions. Born to a Zeltron couple on Nar Shadda, he was instantly taught the ways of the world. His family were immigrants from Zeltros, a pair thrill-seekers who had immediately found themselves indebted to the local Hutt family on Nar Shadda. His mother became a dancer for a Hutt named Trubba the Hutt, his father becoming an emissary for Trubba as well.
However, as depressing and crushing it was for his parents to essentially be slaves to a local Hutt, Malvo actually thrived in the scenario. Rather than hiding behind his parents, he went straight to the Hutt himself, desiring to lean about their iron grip on the planet. He envied people in power. living with two people who had such innate talent and squandered it on fruitless endeavors caused him to gravitate toward people with purpose, such as the Hutts, who took charge of their lives. He volunteered to work for the Hutt as a pickpocket and smuggler from a very young age, in exchange for learning how Hutts conduct their business and how they keep people in line. He learned the intricacies of infrastructure, who to sweet talk, who to threaten, with the Hutts he learned how the power of the mind.
As he grew, he began to pick up talents that helped him on his path to power on the cruel streets of Nar Shadda, even if his power was never legitimate. He learned the power of words, both truthful and deceitful, using his Zeltron abilities to convince people whatever he wanted. Little did he know that his Zeltron abilities were being enforced by a strong connection with the Force, making his words even more persuasive without his knowledge. While continuing to work with the Hutts, he became a con man on the side, using his physical nature and threats for the Hutts, while lying his way into a fortune of his own.
However, this web of careful lies brought Malov into trouble around the age of 17, when he conned his way into an Umbaran mining operation, posing as an intern for the safety inspection branch of the mining facility. Using this free access of the mines, he began to feed both weak spots and the vital cargo hold to nearby raiders, giving them a backdoor for a raid in exchange for part of the cut.
The only problem with this plan is the Umbaran mining facility belonged to one Pyrx Reyta, otherwise known as Darth Crudelis. The cunning Sith Lord was well ahead of Malov’s plan, and rigged the cargo hold full of explosives to kill the mauraders attacking his mining operation. At the same time, he had his guards rope in the young ringleader of the plan, as he wanted to torture this con man himself. However, once Crudelis found the young man, he instantly sensed his power in the force. As one of the few who could resist his mental powers, Crudelis was able to resist Malov’s pleas and deals he tried to cut. However, that did not deter the Sith Lord from seeing massive potential in the young Zeltron. He could shape and mold this boy into a powerful Sith, and as such revealed himself to the boy. He showed Malov what could be done with the Dark Side, what he could acheive, how much power he could gain from undertaking such a profession.
Malov was instantly enamored, this was his ticket to power. He could see right from the start that this was more than just sweet talk and fancy tricks, this was true might, and he would be a fool not to accept this Sith Lord’s offer.
It was that day, many years ago, that Malov was deemed Darth Seducus, one of the most terrifying, enigmatic, and influential Sith of our time.
Character Class: Force Sensitive/Sith Lord
Items: A single red lightsaber, a L-23 blaster pistol, a Kazellis-class light freighter in which he keeps a credit stash, numerous fake IDs and disguise kits, along with his prized phrik battle-armor and sith robes(which he makes a point not to wear all the time).
Character Personality: To call him driven is an understatement. Malov is goal-oriented, focused, and power-hungry. Downright sociopathic in his pursuit of power, he will take any personality needed to continue his goals of domination. Cunning and calculating, no word he speaks is without purpose, no sentence is without a second meaning, every interaction he makes is a planned encounter to further his own goals.
However, this does not make him cold or stoic. Far from it, as he is a downright peerless actor. He is charismatic and charming, using his Zeltron born skills to ease people into talking to him. Everyone who interacts with him is nothing less than entranced, as if the very words he spoke were honey laced with a virulent poison.
This Zeltron extroversion only fuels his arrogance. He is cocky and confident, fully believing that at his core his focus makes him superior than all others. Nevertheless, he is powerful and coercive, and never to be taken lightly.
Character Alignment (Choose one): Dark Side
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“<Malov? Malov is that you?>”
The uttering of the massive Trubba the Hutt was raised by the sight of his young associate, one he had thought was lost to him many years ago. As the red skinned man waltzed in, he flashed the same charismatic smirk to Trubba that he gave the slug many years ago, one that was instantly recognized.
“Of course, my dear Hutt, how could you forget your favorite pickpocket and spy?" Malov responded, making his way past the two Gamorreans in the doorway into the large throne room Trubba sat in, surrrounded by armed men and a few Twi’Lek dancers.
“<My little red scamp!>” Trubba called out in boisterous fashion, the flabby, wriggling arms of the Hutt extending in joy. “<It’s been so long, I thought you had died on that Umbaran Mining job you had bragged about!>”
“Oh, come now, Trubba, you think one botched job could kill lil’ ol’ me?” Malov asked, the cape on his diplomatic suit brushing some of the dirt from the floor as he gestured. “You know me, I can talk my way out of anything, this one just....took a few years.”
“<A few years?>” Trubba retorted. “<It’s been long enough for your parents to work off their debt! You’re a grown man now, from the looks of it. No longer the little thief who sat on my shoulder and watched as I fed my enemies to the Nexu .>
“Yes, yes, those were good times.” Malov said. “In fact, I went and caught one of my own, have it housed to deal with another Hutt two planets over.”
Trubba’s large, flabby maw dropped open for a few seconds in confusion, a brow raised over its bulbous eye as it leaned forward, leering at Malov. “<You’re dealing with other Hutts? I though you and I were tight, why didn’t you tell me?>”
“Well, it’s been a few years, Trubba, I didn’t know whether or not you’d take me back.”
“<I don’t believe you, Malov.>” The Hutt said, gesturing to one of his men to advance on the calm Malov. “<Why are you telling me this? Come to think of it...why are you here now?>”
“Well, to be honest, Trubba, I’m here for your assets.” Malov said with a smile, giving a small glance to the man advancing on him. “I’ve actually been active for years, I just haven’t revealed myself until now.”
The Hutt leaned back, a cold frown crawling across its face. “<And what does that mean? How would you even claim my assets?>”
“Oh, no, I meant claim them publicly.” Malov said, with a subtle nod to the guard advancing on him. “You see, ever since I sided with my captor, I’ve been slowly swiping your assets right out from under your nose.” He gestured to emphasize his point, all at once every thug in the Hutt’s inner circle drew their guns, all pointing them straight at Trubba. “A bribe here, a promise there, it didn’t take much to get them on my side. You always treated your men poorly, Hutt, a flaw that’s easily exploitable when you have no loyal companions.”
“<Traitor!>”
“Oh, nonsense, Trubba. I’ve only been using what you taught me to do. When you have the opportunity to seize power, you take it.” Malov said, taking a few menacing steps towards the Hutt, taking a hilt off of his belt. “And I can tell you that since I’ve left you, I’ve taken that advice to heart. I’ve gone far beyond simple gangster, Trubba, and now I’ve become something more.”
“<And what’s that, you peice of bantha poodo?>” Ever defiant, Trubba flapped back. “<What have you become?>”
His defiant attitude was immediatly regressed by the sound of a lightsaber igniting, a red glow now filling the room, much to Trubba’s horror.
“A conquerer.” Malov replied, bringing the saber down on Trubba’s head, ending the Hutt’s reign in one, violent swoop.
Screen Name: NeutralNexus
Character you wish to play: Malov Kyren/ Darth Seducus
Race: Zeltron
Faction: Sith Lord/Apprentice to Darth Crudelis
Skills and Abilities:
Lightsaber Combat: Darth Seducus is an extremely skilled user of Form V(Shien/Djem So), able to hold off multiple lightsaber wielders with ease until he can launch vicious counter attacks. Complementing its counter-attack style with his equally dangerous Dun Moch, the Sith art of taunting and beguiling his opponent into attacking out of frustration or fatigue, making stupid and sloppy moves for him to capitalize on.
Zeltron Heritage: As a Zeltron, Darth Seducus is gifted with his race’s natural pheromones, enhancing his attractiveness and likeability to those around him. The Zeltron race is also gifted with limited telepathy, allowing him to feel the emotions of others and even project emotions onto them if need be.
Force Powers: Darth Seducus is extremely gifted in the dark side of the force, his destructive powers being extremely potent and apparent in his ability to channel such things as lightning and raw kinetic power. However, his true strength lies in his power to alter and deceive the mind. Complementing his natural Zeltron abilities, Mavol has the almost peerless ability to win over people using intricate mind tricks, channeling his emotions into his abilities to enthralling effect. In the mind, he is incredibly powerful.
Diplomacy and Deception: Malov is incredibly silver-tongued and witty, allowing him to move in and out of crowds with ease. He knows who to be aggressive with, who to smile at, who to bow to, and who not to cross. He is a versatile and impressive diplomat, even without his powers. One would have a lot of trouble telling if he was ever lying.
Athletic Ability: As a Zeltron, he is a naturally gifted athlete, but he had trained his body even further than his genetics provided. He is light on his feet and fast with his hands, keeping himself dexterous and alert at all times.
Pilot: While not an ace pilot, Malov is capable of flying and maneuvering in a spaceship with no issue.
Slicing: Malov is a decent slicer, his life before his Sith training allowing him to pick up the talent of hacking to grab a few credits here and there on his adventures.
Con Man: Among his talents, Malov excels at conning his way in and out of situations. With his deceptive nature and likeable personality, Malov can drift in and out of social circles with a few well placed lies. This, among all his talents, is his most dangerous feature, allowing him to infiltrate the likes of Republic congress and Imperial Remnant battle meetings with a few clever disguises and the impeccable ability to make things up on the spot. Many a time he has swindled information out of people, and very few times has that blown up in his face.
Connected: Even before he became Sith, he had allied himself with a few organizations, Hutt, Republican, and Imperial Remnant alike, having worked as a smuggler, spy, and mole in a few organizations even at a young age, allowing him a bizarre amount of resources at his disposal.
Background: Ever since his youth, Malov knew he wanted the power to make his own decisions. Born to a Zeltron couple on Nar Shadda, he was instantly taught the ways of the world. His family were immigrants from Zeltros, a pair thrill-seekers who had immediately found themselves indebted to the local Hutt family on Nar Shadda. His mother became a dancer for a Hutt named Trubba the Hutt, his father becoming an emissary for Trubba as well.
However, as depressing and crushing it was for his parents to essentially be slaves to a local Hutt, Malvo actually thrived in the scenario. Rather than hiding behind his parents, he went straight to the Hutt himself, desiring to lean about their iron grip on the planet. He envied people in power. living with two people who had such innate talent and squandered it on fruitless endeavors caused him to gravitate toward people with purpose, such as the Hutts, who took charge of their lives. He volunteered to work for the Hutt as a pickpocket and smuggler from a very young age, in exchange for learning how Hutts conduct their business and how they keep people in line. He learned the intricacies of infrastructure, who to sweet talk, who to threaten, with the Hutts he learned how the power of the mind.
As he grew, he began to pick up talents that helped him on his path to power on the cruel streets of Nar Shadda, even if his power was never legitimate. He learned the power of words, both truthful and deceitful, using his Zeltron abilities to convince people whatever he wanted. Little did he know that his Zeltron abilities were being enforced by a strong connection with the Force, making his words even more persuasive without his knowledge. While continuing to work with the Hutts, he became a con man on the side, using his physical nature and threats for the Hutts, while lying his way into a fortune of his own.
However, this web of careful lies brought Malov into trouble around the age of 17, when he conned his way into an Umbaran mining operation, posing as an intern for the safety inspection branch of the mining facility. Using this free access of the mines, he began to feed both weak spots and the vital cargo hold to nearby raiders, giving them a backdoor for a raid in exchange for part of the cut.
The only problem with this plan is the Umbaran mining facility belonged to one Pyrx Reyta, otherwise known as Darth Crudelis. The cunning Sith Lord was well ahead of Malov’s plan, and rigged the cargo hold full of explosives to kill the mauraders attacking his mining operation. At the same time, he had his guards rope in the young ringleader of the plan, as he wanted to torture this con man himself. However, once Crudelis found the young man, he instantly sensed his power in the force. As one of the few who could resist his mental powers, Crudelis was able to resist Malov’s pleas and deals he tried to cut. However, that did not deter the Sith Lord from seeing massive potential in the young Zeltron. He could shape and mold this boy into a powerful Sith, and as such revealed himself to the boy. He showed Malov what could be done with the Dark Side, what he could acheive, how much power he could gain from undertaking such a profession.
Malov was instantly enamored, this was his ticket to power. He could see right from the start that this was more than just sweet talk and fancy tricks, this was true might, and he would be a fool not to accept this Sith Lord’s offer.
It was that day, many years ago, that Malov was deemed Darth Seducus, one of the most terrifying, enigmatic, and influential Sith of our time.
Character Class: Force Sensitive/Sith Lord
Items: A single red lightsaber, a L-23 blaster pistol, a Kazellis-class light freighter in which he keeps a credit stash, numerous fake IDs and disguise kits, along with his prized phrik battle-armor and sith robes(which he makes a point not to wear all the time).
Character Personality: To call him driven is an understatement. Malov is goal-oriented, focused, and power-hungry. Downright sociopathic in his pursuit of power, he will take any personality needed to continue his goals of domination. Cunning and calculating, no word he speaks is without purpose, no sentence is without a second meaning, every interaction he makes is a planned encounter to further his own goals.
However, this does not make him cold or stoic. Far from it, as he is a downright peerless actor. He is charismatic and charming, using his Zeltron born skills to ease people into talking to him. Everyone who interacts with him is nothing less than entranced, as if the very words he spoke were honey laced with a virulent poison.
This Zeltron extroversion only fuels his arrogance. He is cocky and confident, fully believing that at his core his focus makes him superior than all others. Nevertheless, he is powerful and coercive, and never to be taken lightly.
Character Alignment (Choose one): Dark Side
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“<Malov? Malov is that you?>”
The uttering of the massive Trubba the Hutt was raised by the sight of his young associate, one he had thought was lost to him many years ago. As the red skinned man waltzed in, he flashed the same charismatic smirk to Trubba that he gave the slug many years ago, one that was instantly recognized.
“Of course, my dear Hutt, how could you forget your favorite pickpocket and spy?" Malov responded, making his way past the two Gamorreans in the doorway into the large throne room Trubba sat in, surrrounded by armed men and a few Twi’Lek dancers.
“<My little red scamp!>” Trubba called out in boisterous fashion, the flabby, wriggling arms of the Hutt extending in joy. “<It’s been so long, I thought you had died on that Umbaran Mining job you had bragged about!>”
“Oh, come now, Trubba, you think one botched job could kill lil’ ol’ me?” Malov asked, the cape on his diplomatic suit brushing some of the dirt from the floor as he gestured. “You know me, I can talk my way out of anything, this one just....took a few years.”
“<A few years?>” Trubba retorted. “<It’s been long enough for your parents to work off their debt! You’re a grown man now, from the looks of it. No longer the little thief who sat on my shoulder and watched as I fed my enemies to the Nexu .>
“Yes, yes, those were good times.” Malov said. “In fact, I went and caught one of my own, have it housed to deal with another Hutt two planets over.”
Trubba’s large, flabby maw dropped open for a few seconds in confusion, a brow raised over its bulbous eye as it leaned forward, leering at Malov. “<You’re dealing with other Hutts? I though you and I were tight, why didn’t you tell me?>”
“Well, it’s been a few years, Trubba, I didn’t know whether or not you’d take me back.”
“<I don’t believe you, Malov.>” The Hutt said, gesturing to one of his men to advance on the calm Malov. “<Why are you telling me this? Come to think of it...why are you here now?>”
“Well, to be honest, Trubba, I’m here for your assets.” Malov said with a smile, giving a small glance to the man advancing on him. “I’ve actually been active for years, I just haven’t revealed myself until now.”
The Hutt leaned back, a cold frown crawling across its face. “<And what does that mean? How would you even claim my assets?>”
“Oh, no, I meant claim them publicly.” Malov said, with a subtle nod to the guard advancing on him. “You see, ever since I sided with my captor, I’ve been slowly swiping your assets right out from under your nose.” He gestured to emphasize his point, all at once every thug in the Hutt’s inner circle drew their guns, all pointing them straight at Trubba. “A bribe here, a promise there, it didn’t take much to get them on my side. You always treated your men poorly, Hutt, a flaw that’s easily exploitable when you have no loyal companions.”
“<Traitor!>”
“Oh, nonsense, Trubba. I’ve only been using what you taught me to do. When you have the opportunity to seize power, you take it.” Malov said, taking a few menacing steps towards the Hutt, taking a hilt off of his belt. “And I can tell you that since I’ve left you, I’ve taken that advice to heart. I’ve gone far beyond simple gangster, Trubba, and now I’ve become something more.”
“<And what’s that, you peice of bantha poodo?>” Ever defiant, Trubba flapped back. “<What have you become?>”
His defiant attitude was immediatly regressed by the sound of a lightsaber igniting, a red glow now filling the room, much to Trubba’s horror.
“A conquerer.” Malov replied, bringing the saber down on Trubba’s head, ending the Hutt’s reign in one, violent swoop.
@Dedonus Probably once he saw him or got into a fight with him, yes. He won't remember Iron Knight by name, as neither one introduced each other to the other one and while Iron Knight is well known in STRIKE and Lost Haven, the merc's never come across him other than D-Day.
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Zeus: *A lightning bolt strikes Arthur* "Not with my daughter you aren't."
Pft, since when does Zeus have time to protect his daughter? I am pretty sure he is way too busy with his schedule of boning everything that moves while changing into a variety of wildlife to worry about his daughter's sex life.
On that note, why are all these divine beings showing up in the ooc? Angels, Greek gods, what's next? Is Susano-o going to pop in and have a shouting match with Shiva? Are Nuada and Quetzacoatl going to have a lovely chat about how the Earth has survived this long without bloody sacrifice? And where is the Egyptian representation? Where is Atum-Ra and Osiris? Hell, maybe the Norse beings should get a turn in the spotlight. What about voodoo beings? Where is my Baron Samedi, dammit!?
@Dedonus I just went back and saw that post, and I'm intrigued as to Arachne's interest in their reunion.
War-Pulse: "I mean, as cool as it is to see big boobed spider chick, I'm pretty sure she didn't like me...and I'm not into spider butts...and I'm pretty sure Icon totally has dibs on her."
I...shouldn't let him talk.
War-Pulse: "I mean, as cool as it is to see big boobed spider chick, I'm pretty sure she didn't like me...and I'm not into spider butts...and I'm pretty sure Icon totally has dibs on her."
I...shouldn't let him talk.
@Kalistar Hey, NMS is a good GM, and I'm happy to play a villain in one of his games once more. He sets a really good scenario to run amok in. :)
Boom: No you're not. And thanks for the support, guys. Except you, Angel. Go back to masturbating to a picture of yourself in your jail cell.
I think Angel needs some ointment for that burn.
Also, I get really drunk for one night, ONE NIGHT, and Umbraxis gets called out. I read the post, but I was too drunk to reply, dammit! :P
Well, it'll start once I'm friggin done with the character sheet, which should be done tonight!
@Dedonus I am super pumped about this. And I am glad War-Pulse is on this list.
Guess Anti-hero is totally on the table for the merc!
Guess Anti-hero is totally on the table for the merc!
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