Assassins Assassinate

[Kitty]

Kitty impatiently paced around the front entrance of the sith temple on Coruscant waiting for [member="Darth Ophidia"] or Saiah as Kitty knew her better. It wasn't that she was late or anything, the young feline was just in a fowl mood. It had been a long time since she'd been to this planet and for good reason too, she hated it. It overloaded all her senses with it's foulness and caused her great stress. On top of that there was the anxiety of this being a joint operation. Kitty was use to doing things on her own. It helped at least it was with someone she knew. It was curious that she and Saiah were two of Ferus's three main apprentices yet they hardly ever met or interacted. Kitty hardly knew anything about the women.

Settling down a bit Kitty leaned against the building in a relaxed pose. She could feel the cold of the Beskar plated armor reach through her fur and into the skin. Kitty was at least educated enough to know the metal wasn't actually cold. It just felt cold because it conducted heat efficiently. Her hood was down so Saiah would recognize Kitty, though she could probably still spot her with the hood up. Kitty's armor was incredibly unique.

As she continued to wait and relax Kitty ran over the details of the mission in her head. Locate the pirates starting with their front Black Coin Trading based in Coruscant. Locate their leader. Assassinate the leader. Send a message not to mess with the assassins. That last part was probably why Kitty wasn't doing this alone. She preferred to get the job done and over with as quickly as possible within the bounds of her emotional compass which unluckily for the pirates she had no such compass for their type. Sending a message though wasn't something Kitty did or knew how to do.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Sending messages was exactly what Saiah did best. It was the role of the Pale Assassin to strike a nameless fear into the hearts of those who would oppose the Sith. Normally, she would have undertaken a mission such as this on her own, or with one of her more promising apprentices such as [member="Asajj"]. However, it had been especially requested that she worked alongside one of [member="Darth Ferus"]' other apprentices; one she had hardly even seen since their knighting in the wake of the fall of Malif Cove: Darth Nocturnia, better known to her as [member="Kitty"]. Much had happened since then.

First of all, it was not Kitty's appearance that the Rattataki detected first, but her presence. Even if they had hardly interacted, she did recognise the presence immediately. They had lived in close proximity for a long time, after all. Saiah's own presence was shrunken beyond detection, as had become a habit after training with their fellow master. Ferus had left an impression on her in many ways, and the use of the Art of the Small was one.

Silently, despite the beskar plating of her armour, she walked with the graceful steps of a Makashi master. Would Kitty notice her right away? Recognise her bald head as she held it high on her shoulders, her hood thrown back and her helmet under her left arm. Her armour had a certain unique look to it as well. The cape swept behind her, and the metallic surfaces glinted dimly. A small smile spread across Darth Ophidia's lips as she let go of her presence and allowed it to unfold to its full splendour.

 

[Kitty]

Kitty didn't rely much on her ability to sense the force. In fact all things force related Kitty had a habit of having a hard time with. Her very powerful sense of smell and hearing were what the young feline relied upon most and she had memorized the scent of everyone she lived with on Malif Cove. Under normal conditions Kitty could have smelt Saiah coming from a long ways away but with the cursed planet bombarding her with stinky and useless information. It wasn't until she was quiet near that Kitty caught the fellow female assassins scent and forget trying to hear her moving with all this noise.

Kitty had never seen Saiah in her armor before. "Oh pretty." Kitty said as Saiah approached her. Saiah's armor had a bit more color and foundation structure style to it. Most the style in Kitty's own armor was in the silver patterns over it. The two stood out quite a bit when comparing them to the other sith walking about.

Kitty decided to get right to business. Despite living with her for years Kitty didn't know a whole lot about the girl and all the time they have spent together previously they hardly interacted. Except for the time when she stabbed Kitty with that needle. "So how we going to go about reconnaissance? Go in there all disguised as customers or infiltrate all stealth like or hang back and observe or go in and wreck crap or something else?" Kitty asked. Personally since she didn't want to take off her armor she didn't want to do the disguised one. She didn't like to reveal herself till she was going to take out the main target so going in loud wasn't her style either. If she was going alone she probably would have struggled over the other two. Hanging back and observing was the easiest and safest option but it also usually took forever. Infiltrating the building was the hardest option, but it was also the fastest. Beside the building as a front probably didn't have the greatest security and would probably be a piece of cake to sneak around in. Going in by force was really the hardest one if you could call it hard. It was the last thing Kitty would do. She didn't think sending a message had anything to do with reconnaissance, but just in case she left it up to [member="Darth Ophidia"].

 

[Darth Ophidia]

"Yours too, quite nice."

Getting right to business was how she preferred these things to work. Darth Ophidia did not know too much about [member="Kitty"] either, which in one way suited her just fine. She had always been something of a recluse and never truly seen the big fuss about companionship and trust and all that. If she got to know someone, it was always through work. If one did well, she would opt to work with them again. If they did poorly... They rarely finished the mission. The Rattataki drummed her fingers against her helmet as she weighed the options.

"Infiltration. We move in unseen, we leave something pretty, and then we leave. One should sneak in through the top, another makes her way through the back. That way, we cut off any attempt at escape should one fail."

She looked at the feline Sith Knight to survey for a reaction. She wanted to see whether or not Kitty understood the proposition and if she was confident in her ability to perform it. If she displayed fear, it was clearly too advanced. If it intrigued her, then perhaps she would pull through.

 

[Kitty]

Ophidia's proposition didn't faze Kitty in the slightest. She could do it alone if she needed to. The idea here though was to send a message. "Wait leave something pretty, you mean like a bomb? I don't have any bombs. And how will they know the bomb was from us?" Kitty asked.
[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Darth Ophidia's mouth twitched in a half-smile for a second before settling back into its business neutrality. [member="Kitty"]'s proposition of a bomb was good, but not exactly what the Rattataki had in mind.

"I was thinking something more in the corpse-department. A bomb would be a neat alternative, but as you pointed out, neither of us have one big enough. What we do have is a specific set of skills that can leave one bloody mess. Not everyone, just enough to convey the message; the more gruesome, the better. When used correctly, fear is far more effective than bombs. We will mark their home with our sigil, that ought to let them know whom they have slighted."

Reaching under her cape, to the back-plate of her armour, she detached a small, flat holo-recorder and rolled it over her knuckles. This time, the smile that crept over her lips stayed, and with it was revealed some of the delight she took in the plan. It was of course paramount that they created their artwork of brutality in silent swiftness. She believed the terror of the action would be amplified by their stealth. It would convey the message that the Assassins could get anyone, any where, at any time.

Once more, Ophidia set her eyes on the feline knight, surveying her.

"The bloodletting must be swift and it must be brutal. Mercy is failure, and failure is death."