Zandra Ruus
Beskar Brawler
Kor'ethyr Academy was a sacred training site of the Sith, where acolytes from all across the galaxy congregated in profane worship. This worship was centered around honing one's attunement to the Dark Side. The force was palpable around the dark, rune-etched landscape of the desolate planet of Korriban. Zandra didn't hold the world as any sort of sacred ground, she saw it as a chance to complete a contract she'd undertaken. Her objective was simple, find a Sith Acolyte, bag 'em, and manage to get offworld with her skin intact. The latter was what worried her. It wasn't just acolytes that populated The Academy, there were knights and Darths a plenty on the world. Last thing she wanted was to get boiled inside her own beskar.
Instead of a frontal assault on the school, Zandra decided to spend time on the outskirts. She lied in wait like a serpent waiting to strike, stalking the housing districts for days. Markets were a hub that she wished to leverage as well. The biggest challenge? She couldn't walk the streets bedecked in full armor! To be caught on Korriban with a full suit of beskar was suicide, especially one as easy to spot as hers.
So, the night would be her cloak. By day she would gather intel, sticking to areas away from Sith holdings, and at night she would stalk the grounds, awaiting her chance. One night, some five days into her hunt, Zandra found an opportune moment to strike. She jumped from building to building, cloaked in shadow that blended with her black armor. Walking the streets were several acolytes walking in a group. Only one caught her eye. He was
Naamino Zuukamano
, a promising young man who managed his way into a Student Officer position.
Under the cover of her helm, Zandra smirked. She would zoom her visor in to scan the young man, confirming his identity versus collected intel. "You picked the wrong night to go for a walk golden boy... Don't you worry, I'll make this quick..."
It was then that she her legs readied for a jump, one not assisted by any jump pack. She pounced like a nexu, plunging through the dry night air down to the ground. Her opening move would be to try and fire a few darts from her wrist mounted launcher. The Electro Darts would have enough voltage to stun anyone hit, without totally frying them.
Instead of a frontal assault on the school, Zandra decided to spend time on the outskirts. She lied in wait like a serpent waiting to strike, stalking the housing districts for days. Markets were a hub that she wished to leverage as well. The biggest challenge? She couldn't walk the streets bedecked in full armor! To be caught on Korriban with a full suit of beskar was suicide, especially one as easy to spot as hers.
So, the night would be her cloak. By day she would gather intel, sticking to areas away from Sith holdings, and at night she would stalk the grounds, awaiting her chance. One night, some five days into her hunt, Zandra found an opportune moment to strike. She jumped from building to building, cloaked in shadow that blended with her black armor. Walking the streets were several acolytes walking in a group. Only one caught her eye. He was
Naamino Zuukamano
, a promising young man who managed his way into a Student Officer position. Under the cover of her helm, Zandra smirked. She would zoom her visor in to scan the young man, confirming his identity versus collected intel. "You picked the wrong night to go for a walk golden boy... Don't you worry, I'll make this quick..."
It was then that she her legs readied for a jump, one not assisted by any jump pack. She pounced like a nexu, plunging through the dry night air down to the ground. Her opening move would be to try and fire a few darts from her wrist mounted launcher. The Electro Darts would have enough voltage to stun anyone hit, without totally frying them.
