Private Ambition's Folly (Carnifex)

[Eira Dyn]

Location: New Cov
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, vibro-sword, blaster pistol, mask
Outfit: Assassin Outfit
Tag: Darth Carnifex

Blaster bolts fired all around the woman as she ran through the jungles of New Cov. Having escaped, she could hear the shouting, cursing behind her as attacks came in the form of the Force as well as the rapid shots. Luckily the dense trees were absorbing the shots, making her a hard target to hit. All she had to do was duck and weave through the trees. Be impossible to keep eyesight on for any length of time as well as keeping safe. There were just a few more meters till she was safe. Till the Jedi would find her and keep her would-be assassin at bay.

Even without the Force, she could sense the desperation of her wannabe assassin. The arrogance that this assassin thought they could get the drop on her and kill her swiftly had been proven wrong and she was going to live another day. Whoever had been sent this assassin had clearly hired a sloppy, overconfident assassin. Just as she stepped into the protective bubble of the Jedi, she felt the sharp pain in her shoulder, looking back the target saw a dagger buried into her shoulder. However, when she tried to see the assassin through the trees, only the shadows stared back. Nothing seemingly dangerous stared back but the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Danger was definitely still there.

The sounds of the Jedi rushing to her aid could be heard as the hairs slowly settled, showing that the assassin was retreating away. There was a sigh of relief from the target as she realised how close to death she had come.

Now she needed to inform the Jedi and soldiers so the assassin could be hunted down and arrested.

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Eira had failed her first target. The kill should have been easy, she had done the prep, set herself up for success but something happened. She made an incorrect move, triggering events that allowed her target escape. The Jedi now harbouring her target, Eira knew that she had to think of a new plan. A plan to ensure that she could find the target and get them at a later date. Failure wasn't something she could just accept right now. Even though she was bruised, burnt and bleeding. Fleeing the Jedi and their soldier dogs, it had been tricky for Eira to ensure her escape but luck favoured her in the end and she lost them.

At the ramp of her ship, panting hard Eira knew she had allowed herself to get sloppy in the kill. She failed to assess the situation appropriately and couldn't even ensure a rushed follow up kill. Her strategies were exhausted for now. She was needing to regroup and get away from New Cov. Eira was also dreading the fact that she was going to have to report her failing to Carnifex, someone she did not wish to report a failure to. Especially since it was something that was easily prevented and also highlighting the fact that her skills were not where they needed to be. Nor were they where she wanted them to be.

The feral assassin was determined to get better. To be the nightmare in the shadows.

"Send message to Darth Carnifex. Inform him that the target escaped my grasp, I need to spend some time recovering from injuries." Eira informed the computer to send a message to the Sith Lord. Eira dropped into a chair, checking over her injuries that sustained during her fleeing. What were the worst ones that needed her immediate attention and the ones she believed would heal over time. "Chit... I need to get some armour." Eira growled to herself softly.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The message passed along channels long thought dead, pulse ciphers passing along Eira's words into the darkest void of space. There the Malsheem loomed, titanic frame silhouetted by the fading light of a dying star. A great multitude of warships and galleons orbited the Malsheem, an endlessly circling armada dedicated to the steadfast defense of the Ark of the Sith. Further in, more starships pivoted and danced above the bristling defensive emplacements crisscrossing the Malsheem's dark gray hull; starfighters and interceptors weaving an intricate pattern by the light of their ion engines.

Her message was received by cryptologists hardwired into the Malsheem's communication receivers, their half-organic and half-mechanical minds deciphering the coded message and passing it along to it's intended destination. It would always be delivered in person, the ceremony of that could not be infringed upon. An officer was dispatched to bring the message to the Eternal Father. Whatever fear existed within the young officer was quenched by the devotion he held for the Eternal Father, whom he perceived to be the center of his galaxy.

Pressing on into the Eternal Father's sanctum once bidden entry, the officer passed through a menagerie of stone statues flanking a long corridor. Each statue was wrought with expressions of agony and horror, and unbeknownst to the young officer these were the calcified forms of Jedi, traitors, and Mandalorians rendered down into stone by dark Sith magic. Eyes only occasionally glancing at the statues, the young officer pressed on, and was allowed entry into a grand suite.

"Supreme Excellency," the officer's boyish voice announced, "A message from your apprentice, Lady Eira." He knelt and presented a small recording device, which held the message. It slipped out of his hand and soared across the empty space into the awaiting hand of the Eternal Father. He played the message and listened in silence, His expression never shifting. When it was done, He let it slip back into the officer's outstretched hand. He turned away, but for a moment paused and spoke His only command.

"Prepare to retrieve Lady Eira."

Eira Dyn ​

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: New Cov
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, vibro-sword, blaster pistol, mask
Outfit: Assassin Outfit
Tag: Darth Carnifex

Eira had passed out for several hours. The ship on autopilot, it responded to the pull of the Malsheem. When Eira finally stirred awake, her injuries still very apparent but better than she had been, Eira looked out the window and spotted the looming sight of the Malsheem. The monstrous vessel dwarfed her tiny shuttle. It was also a bad sign since Carnifex was going to be seeing her while she was still injured but also while she was unsuccessful. There had not been time dedicated to turn her failure around.

"Chit...chit..." Eira sighed softly, this was not going to be the meeting that Eira had wanted it to be. But she dusted herself off and rose out of the chair that she had slumped into when she passed out. "No point avoiding the inevitable..." Eira winced as she stretched forward and began the docking procedures to land in one of the Malsheem's docking bays. Removing her mask, Eira set it aside. There was no need for it and if there had been time, then the assassin would have changed her attire but there was not enough time for that. All she could was wash away the worst of the dried blood stains on her and make sure she looked a little healthier than she felt.

Once the shuttle docked on the Malsheem, Eira stumbled down the ramp and onto the docking bay floor. Breathing in sharply as she attempted to force the pain out of her mind. Refusing to show weakness, even if it was killing her the amount of pain that wracked through her body as she moved. This was her punishment, her burden to carry. There was likely more that would come her way when she had to confront the Sith Lord about her failings but there was nothing that she could do to help that. Acceptance in her failure was clear, regret it had happened but acceptance that she had to suffer the consequences in such failings.

All she could do was thinking that there would be times she could not succeed, that Eira might become one of the deadliest assassins in the future. But that did not mean she would succeed in every target that she killed. Instead, Eira focused on how she could demonstrate her forgiveness to the Sith Lord. What was Eira about to offer that could make up for her mistake?

That was the main issue now. What would she do next?

Moving through the Malsheem docking bay, she figured there would be an officer or droid being that would take her to Carnifex. She had not learned the layout of the Malsheem yet and there were doubts she ever would since it would be too much knowledge for someone other than Carnifex to have. "Where does Lord Carnifex wish to see me?" Eira called out as she stepped away from the ramp of her shuttle.