Are you lost? (Nova)

[Ordo]

He walked through his ship as it sat in dock for refuel. The smell of cleaning fluids was subtle in the air. The gun metal grey bulkheads and deck spoke of military utilitarianism and was common among war ships. Ordo in his void black armor and light-drinking cloak walked unhindered toward his large meditaion chambers while the largely Mandalorian crew worked to prepare the ship for war. He wore his buy'ce and stared at the few people that passed by from behind the nearly 'Y' shaped visor.

He could feel something amiss even now but it was hard to pinpoint in the constant whirlpool of activity that was swirling in the ship.

He walked to the cold dark chamber and removed his helmet and cloak then turned on the lights. The chamber was Mandalorian styled with trophies of hunts and weapons of various kinds around the large chamber. While a tool bench sat wedged in the corner. That was his meditaion, tinkering, fixing things. Slowly he walked to his bench and sat down to remove his lightsaber from his belt and begin tinkering with it.

Soon he felt eyes watching him and he looked up then back to his work as the door to his chambers locked with a thought.

"Are you lost?" He said not bothering to look.

 

[The Spark]

The guard moved forward in the cumbersome armor and tilted his head behind the armor. "M'lord?"

Obviously he was oblivious to the Dark Lord's power, but Nova wasn't. She had made her way onto the ship during refuel, she had planted what little charges she could carry in what little time she had and she managed to make it all the way to the pinnacle of the mountain. The one place that thousands of beings would kill for, and that she was going to kill for. Come hell or high water, she would put a bullet through the skull of that man and end his reign. Was it that easy? She was about to find out.

Before [member="Ordo"] could answer the armored guard, the sound of a blade protruding from her left gauntlet came to life and with it, the gurgling noise of someone drowning in their own blood. There was a flash of light and static lightning as she uncloaked from behind the dying guard. She withdrew the bloodied blade and took a step back as the man fell lifelessly to the floor. Nova sighed heavily and brought her right hand up to touch the goggles. The various outputs were still feeding the information live to [member="Sarge Potteiger"]. The hack was in place but unfortunately was having a troubled time getting through the One Sith encryption, she would have to stall the Dark Lord.

"No, but I believe you are..." She said a few meters behind him, calm and poised. Her heart rate displayed in the upper left hand corner of the HUD, everything she saw, Sarge could see. Every readout, from vitals to the passage from the refueling tanks to the place where she stood behind the hulking form of [member="Ordo"]. "We both know this isn't where you belong..."

What the hell was she saying? She barely had any intelligence on this Dark Lord, at the moment she was just talking out of her fourth point of contact.

 

[Ordo]

[member="November Sinclair"]

Ordo sighed heavily, he had known this was coming. Iy was just a matter of time before one by one or all together the would be heros and seekers of vengence began to come for their chance to topple the "bad guy".

Ordo left the lightsaber in pieces as he gripped the bench with two big scar covered hands. The sound of the guard dying barely a concern anymore. His heavy armor was little compared to the weight of his purpose, the purpose that he had showed Isolda and Mierin, that he had taught Junra and would be teaching Mya then @Cira.

"Did you come to kill gaurds and make me see the error of my ways girl?" He said standing slowly to his full height as he picked up his helmet and slid it on before turning around. "Or did you come for the clash of bone and sinew?"

Ordo closed his hand and opened it stretching his fingers at his side for a noment as he cycled his vision modes with a few blinks.

"There's nothing here in this room but death child, can you accept that?"

 

[The Spark]

The green light indicator flashed in her eyes and the numbers began to tick away. Her heart beat continued to elevate as [member="Ordo"]'s large frame stood and put his helmet on, she winced underneath her goggles as she looked up at him. Yes, he was a much larger man than she had imagined and he had left his weapon completely disassembled.

The communications link between her and [member="Sarge Potteiger"] was concealed by heavy encryption and the movement of her jaw muscle and bone. "I have to keep him busy, I'll buy as much time as I can..." Oh it was going to be painful, very painful. Her arms extended outwards as she shrugged. "I can accept just about anything you can throw at me and by the looks of it..." She glanced behind him. "You appear ready to try and go at this hand to hand..." She would smirk. "Unfortunately for you.."

Her right hand would drop as well as her body and in one fluid motion she ripped free a nine-banger from her belt and threw it infront of her and aimed at center mass of [member="Ordo"]. It was simple, upon explosion the multiple flash-bang grenade would disorientate him and deafen him or if he was quick enough it would be just enough to annoy him. Either way, throw him off his game. She would time it just right, as the grenade would go off and the goggles would automatically adjust, she would jolt forward and leap in the air and send a side-extended right kick directly into the Beskar plated chest of the Dark Lord.

 

[Ordo]

[member="November Sinclair"]

Ordo smiled behind the visor. He had known women with guts like that. He had enjoyed the privilege of seeing them grow and develop into fine warriors but that was gone now. As she quickly dropped her hand and tossed the grenade his knees bent slightly and his muscles tensed like coiled springs. The flash and bang that followed wad swallowed by the helmets sound dampeners and blast tinting visor. The drawback was he still couldn't see or hear for a moment. The benefit he kept his wits.

The tinting cleared as the woman's foot smacked into his broad chest and he stumbled back a few steps then lifted his left arm and ignighted the gauntlet flamethrower at the quick woman and swept it from side to side. He liked this kind of fight. There was a cleansing effect it had on the mind.

 

[The Spark]

Nova kicked off to the left as she impacted the Beskar chestplate, avoiding the fiery death spewed from the gauntlets of the Mad King of Darkness. She tucked, rolled and brought herself up in a crouching stance as he continued to spew in her direction, rolling to avoid the flames. Her heart continued to race in the HUD as the percentage number ticked away.

Damn, only 2% in this short time. The One Sith were good, they were prepared. Whatever her sister had done before, they had gotten their defenses up this time. As he came about again, she jolted forward once more, rolling up under the extended arm. Although he wasn't a massive man, the move was simple considering the size difference and the ability to augment muscle tissue through the manipulation of the suit. Her left hand would come up to death grip his wrist while the right would slam into his under-arm, potentially the armpit region. As his momentum shifted his balance, she would utilize the off-balance motion and bring her right leg infront of his frame and pull him around. She would use utilize the muscle augmentation, the sheer weight of him turning and simple gravity to sling him around, over her leg and into the ground infront of them.

That is if all went according to plan.

[member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="November Sinclair"]

Ordo was still smiling as the woman rolled about and came up to grab his arm. the flames stopped as he followed through on the woman's throw. He tucked his chin and combat rolled across the floor only to come out on his feet and turn. She was a good fighter, a little flashy but she used her size and weight effectively. It was a pity she wasn't smarter or perhaps she had just been paid very well.

Ordo slid his trench knife off his belt and motioned for the woman to get a weapon from the rack.

"Come on, I don't bite," he said pulling off his helmet and dropping it to the floor, "So you can look into the eyes of the man you want dead."

 

[The Spark]

November stood upright and adjusted herself accordingly, she sneered as her right hand came down and grasped her hip while her left hand motioned in the air. "I don't want the man dead, I want the thing that has a grip on the man dead, unless you're one in the same..." She didn't bother to take her own goggles or rebreather off, her voice masked by a flange that gave it a bit of a creepy tone. "With all due respect your lordship, Force or not, nothing can save you from the vacuum of space if I wanted you dead."

The hack only sat at 4%, oddly enough it wasn't moving fast enough for her comfort.

She heaved a sigh and extended her left arm, her right hand coming up to the gauntlet and withdrawing the 1219C Combat Knife from it's metallic sheath, the eight inch darkened blade made a grinding noise as it was withdrawn. A noise that resembled a beast objecting to being dragged from it's nest. November would toss hold it tightly in her right hand for a moment, examining the blade before she adjusted her grip. She would angle the blade to where it pressed against her forearm, her thumb at the bottom of the hilt, pinky finger towards the top. A reverse grip as it were, simple enough.

She turned and looked to @Ordo. "I suppose you don't want to rethink your life do you?"

 

[Ordo]

[member="November Sinclair"]

"I thought about it and it turns out I'm ok with it." He said as he looked at her, "I don't supposed you want to just die for me?"


He shrugged and moved forward slashing at her from upper left to lower right with a quick practiced motion. Soon she was going regret coming onto his ship and her employer would get a bag of parts in the mail.

 

[The Spark]

She would jump back, but not fast enough it would seem. The lack of speed and being caught off-guard by the banter forced her right arm up and both blades would briefly lock with an abrupt force that brought her down to a crouched position. She felt his blade sliding off of her own and in turn, she twisted to avoid a cut to the neck. As she twisted and rolled away, his blade came across the Desh-Terenthium portion of her suit. Unfortunately it was not prepared for the applied force of the heavier man and in turn just enough would penetrate beneath the armor causing a breach. Her HUD flashed red as the armor readout displayed the breach across her right forearm, a four inch gash and with it came a vital sign readout display that didn't show something favorable.

She was bleeding.

"Minimal Damage to right-forearm plating. Suit integrity compromised." A female voice echoed in her ear. She growled softly and lunged at [member="Ordo"]'s side, twisting the blade around as she brought it upwards in an uppercut towards his mid-section, more specifically the right side of his mid-section.

 

[Ordo]

[member="November Sinclair"]

Ordo steped forward into the woman's blade as he reached for the back of her head with his left hand aiming for a fist full of hair while he brought his Fett Kal trench knife up beneath her chin. He grunted as the woman's knife snaked between his plates and bit deep into his abdomen, the blood would run down the blade as his weapon shot up aiming to impale her head on the alchemized steel.

 

[The Spark]

Her left arm came down and as it did, a shoto lightsaber would activate with a quick snap-hiss. The flaring blue blade would slam down to meet the trench knife with furiousity and matched hatred that [member="Ordo"] obviously displayed with his intentions to impale her head on his mini-pike. Sparks would fly up in her face but only for a moment as he managed to snag a handful of her hair and rip her backwards with a loud yelp, disengaging the blade lock and her right hand twisted harshly as he pulled, thus causing the blade to open the wound further and come free from the opening in his abdomen. She quickly twisted, despite the utter pain it caused, allowing him to wrap her hair around her hand and with that she brought the bloodied blade up and as close as she could, cut her own hair with a quick slice.

She let out a heavy gasp and rolled backwards, a half-hearted roll, more out of relief than anything. Almost immediately, she realized she was not out of danger just yet and the massive frame of the Dark Lord would stalk her down and attempt to impale her again. She quickly scrambled to her feet as she checked the percentage in her goggles.

Six percent.

She cursed under breath and quickly ran towards the darkness, with a quick flash of static lightning and charged energy, she vanished into thin air. Darkness was her ally, it was time to use it as such.

 

[Ordo]

[member="November Sinclair"]

Ordo reached down and picked up his helmet and put it on. He cycled vision modes to thermal imaging and checked for her slowly.

"You can't hide that way girl/" he said as he reached to his gauntlet and pushed a switch. The stygium tri-prismatic polymer on his armor activated and his hulking form disappeared from sight. "It is only a matter of time."

He looked around the room noting cold and hotspots and slowly began turning.

 

[The Spark]

"Who said anything about hiding?" Her voice echoed through the darkened room.

She knew her thermal signature would be hidden well because of her suit, save for the exposed portion and her dripping blood. She purposefully led a trail of blood towards a ventilation shaft that she had opened to initially gain entrance. It was simple really, when the Dark Lord approached then she would spring her trap.

There was no guarantee for success, it was more so about surprising him and inflicting more damage.

[member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="November Sinclair"]

Ordo looked around for the woman and found a cooling trail toward the ventilation shaft. Ordo raised an eye brown briefly as he pulled something from his H-harness and walked toward it slolwy. He would have to wait for her to try and trap him or run before he could do much.