CT-312
Character
//: Allies: The Sith Order |
Darth Carnifex
Scherezade deWinter
Dynamis "Dynas" Ultra
//://: Enemies: Galactic Empire //:
//: Death Star III //:
//: Attire //:
//: EQUIPMENT: Halcyon Armour| M.I. 'Sunstroke' jetpack| M.I. 'Halo' jump boots | Contact Lenses | Wrist Mounted APG | Ancile Shield | Navi/Barca //:
//: WEAPONS:
//: 40|40 Active Mag :
//: ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: 2x Kushute Grenades | Shiva Knife | S.A.N.D. Powder //:
//: 2x Ion Grenade | 2x Flash Grenade | 2x Incendiary Grenade | 2 x Smoke Grenade //:
//: 1 x Arrow head of Absence | Taozin amulet | LK Spider Slicer Droid //:
//: Azure Shard //:
//: Objective III - Clash of Destiny //:
Her attention sharpened the instant the guards around the armored figure moved. Their weapons rose in practiced unison. CT-312’s trigger finger and blade were ready to move on reflex. Suddenly— the muzzles dipped. Lowered in perfect discipline.
Processing Jedi Master Dynas’s words, filtered and displayed in her helmet in a cool measured tone. CT-312’s visor tilted toward the armored figure at the center. The voice and presence confirmed the lingering fragment that had itched at the back of her mind. This was the same Sith Lord she had crossed paths with before.
When He spoke the air itself seemed heavier. Charged and oppressive. The atmosphere thickened with an unseen pull as if gravity had quietly multiplied in his presence. It was more intense than the first time they’d met. The sheer destiny of power pressed against the edges of CT-312’s awareness. Whatever power He bore, she’d met it head-on. Unyielding.
The Scout’s brows drew together beneath the helmet. Tension gathered between her eyes as the muscle at the corner of her jaw tightened before settling into a hard silent scowl.
Servant.
The words grated across her nerves. Teeth met with an audible click inside the helmet. The modulator barely masked the growl that threatened to break free. CT-312’s voice came out level, but the quiet threat beneath it was impossible to miss. “I am no one’s servant.” Her fists clenched even tighter. Armored joints creaking as the servos in her gauntlets whined softly under the pressure.
It was made clear the Princess and Daeva had history. Behind the visor, her blue eyes fixed on the Dark Lord burned cold. For a heartbeat she let the hostility hang in the air before forcing it down with a sharp inhale that hissed through her filters. Not this time. “Ally.” CT-312 repeated Daeva’s words outloud. The Princess’s orders came first. Master Dynas’s words reinforced the priority. Joint effort. Critical. United.
CT-312 straighten. Breathing steady once more, eyes tracked motion beyond the Sith Lord’s shoulder. HUD lighting up with another signature. Another familiar voice. The Scout leaned to the side, angling her visor past the armored Sith Lord until the figure came into view. Noticing they were doing the same.
Scherezade deWinter
. What are the odds? CT-312 blinked once at the wave received. Responding in kind, her right arm lifted. Gauntlet blade extended, hand uncurled and open, making one slow wave in return before bringing her arm down to rest against her thigh. Finishing with a curt nod for greeting.The tension in her shoulders eased a fraction. CT-312 listened as Scherezade spoke. She too suggested combining forces. Suggestions and plans overlapping with Master Dynas’s words. Her attention snapped to her HUD’s glowing faint blue across her visor. Pulling up the schematics in her HUD, rotating the holographic projection in front of her. As the sphere of the weapon expanded, it showed multiple nodes of power at its core. Not one. Four.
“Agreed. We won’t reach all four cores on foot.” Her helmet shifted slightly as she processed the mention of teleportation. Head tilting a few degrees. The displacement Master Dynas had caused. The flicker that had moved them earlier on, still fresh in her memory. Was this the same technique the Dark Lord used during their encounter? The pattern felt similar. Filing the thought away. “I can handle a core myself. Splitting up might be faster.”
Within the sealed confines of her helmet, her voice lowered to speak privately to Master Dynas. “You’ve got a plan once we reach one of those cores?"
CT-312’s attention flicked back to Scherezade as the woman grinned. Casually suggesting they massacre whoever crossed their path. An eyebrow arched under the helmet. Not surprised. Amused. “Why not both?” Her visor turned back towards the Dark Lord, steady and unflinching as she waited for his answer.
The Death Star shuddered beneath them. Metal groaning deep within its structure. Red emergency lights painted the walls in warning. The air around them felt charged. CT-312's eyes scanned the corridors at the massive amount of carnage and destruction.
Things were about to get more hectic. The corner of her mouth twitched upward, the faintest grin ghosted across her lips.
Perfect.
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