Black ink for Blood

[Tathra Khaeus]

​"And you're sure, this woman is your choice?"

​"Circumstances make her the only suitable choice."

​"She is quite impressive, what if she discovers the nature of our operations?"

​"We need the job done right, more-so. And if she did, whatever actions she would choose to take? Would be inconsequential."

​"As you see fit, Khaeus."

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​ROVIANE

​Neviere stepped out from the bowels of the ship, unsettled by the cold breeze of the distasteful climate. It seemed as though, Tathra chose such places for her to travel to as a form of punishment. Perhaps for some longstanding issue, or possibly simply because it gave him pleasure to watch her squirm in the cold amongst her unforgiving Dravalan skin.

​Roviane was a planet, not so recently colonised in the outermost regions of known space. However, it had no defences; no protection. The military forces on the plant were, easily bought and chose to set their eyes and spines aside for the moment as Tathra took to pillaging their city.

​The brutes, tall and fierce pilled into the streets of Blue Station and began to reek havoc, until those that owed Tathra caved. However, instead of giving him what the titan was due, they poured their resources into a small militia, headed by three famous Mercenaries.

​They put up a substantial effort, but Kabel was sufficient enough to kill two and capture the third. Neviere smirked at the thought of it, how smug that mercenary must've been when his pockets were filled with Bryn'adûl credits. However now, she very much doubted he was so smug.

​However, after all was said and done. There were casualties, as their always was. Which often lead to a local faction catching word of the disturbance. And that was always trouble.

​Therefore, Neviere suggested they hire a hacker. To destroy the records, and wipe the existence of the people and facilities that had been destroyed, off the face of the galaxy.

​That was why, they had somewhat insistently flown [member="Greyanna Elvanshalee"] to Rovaine. The situation needed to be deal with, quickly.

​The ship currently holding the hacker was headed to a sector of the city untouched by the warfare. Neviere, flanked by two Brute soldiers awaited her arrival at the landing pad.

 

[Greyanna Elvanshalee]

Seated crossed leg in the ships lounge, Greyanna was alone as she had been for the duration of her trip to Roviane. There was no point in mingling anymore than was needed with her employers or their help. It only made things complicated in the end and she wasn't the type to hang around once a job was done. From one rock to the next, always trying to stay ahead of the collatoral damage she caused at last the stop.

The galaxy was a shat place and Grey knew she dealt with some of the worse of it. One of the reasons she insisted on knowing as little as possible about whatever operation that needed her assistance. This one was no different.

Alone with her thoughts, the slicer toyed with a computer spike, rolling it in her hands. The device alone told her all she needed to know about what was going here. Only a few types of people needed something flash cleared and fewer of those types she would consider good.

It was bad. Very bad. Ignorance might not have made her any less guilty, but it sure as hell made sleeping easier at night.

In a matter of moments her trip was over and Grey stood front and center of Neviere and the brutes.

"Let's get this over with."

[member="Tathra Khaeus"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Neviere waited patiently as their hacker left the escort ship. A small and stout woman, staring blankly at the towering giant of a woman. Neviere stared back, observing the small woman as the two Brute's stood statuesque; almost appearing entirely unaware of what was happening around then. Almost dormant, solely a silhouette of armour.

​The hacker, Greyanna however was quite vigilant in her movements, yet it was clear she'd rather not be aware of what exactly she'd be involved with. This was a good start, wilful ignorance was a rare commodity. But, even from this high point in the city, it was clear something was eerily wrong. The transport ship was alone in the sky, save for low burning transport shuttles below, the sky was clear. Empty, and quiet.

​Even the ground below seemed almost empty, the lower levels bogged by green fog, unseen by those on the platform. Neviere looked Greyanna up and down once more before allowing her form to relax. But only somewhat.

​"Welcome, you may come with me. I will show you to your work station."

​The massive Dravalan turned on her heel, the Brutes remained in place; unmoving. Neviere led Greyanna toward a large open observation room within the tower's upper right half. The ground is made of transparasteel, lined with a Durasteel skeleton. The room is decorated with salvaged archives and cables connecting to a small table, set with multiple desktops and data terminals.

​"This is what was salvaged from the archive database. The actual archive is on the lower section of the city, quarantined for now. The archive connection is weak, but we are currently working on that."

​| [member="Greyanna Elvanshalee"] |​