Objective: BYOO (Infiltrate Bassadro Compound and obtain incriminating evidence)
Wearing: Spy Gear (
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/144343-spy-gear/)
Armed with: Combat Vibroknife
Two days prior...
Coruscant, Underworks
He had been told to follow a very particular route.
The entire route was out of the way, going down a dozen abandoned alleys that led into dozens of other paths, the underworks as usual clogged with people and markets selling nearly anything one could imagine. A path that led past a dozen pubs and weapon stores, which were often next to each other. No one could say they didn't know their customers.
The man himself was a rather mousy sort, clad in a long black overcoat, reddish-blond hair concealed under a flat, black hat. He did his best to keep his face concealed.
He was the Chief Financial Officer of a recently bankrupt weapons firm. His boss, a human named Xurol had been embezzling from his business and sabotaged it from within, not only bankrupting the firm but destroying the reputation of everyone involved. The man going to meet the hidieously lethal creature hiding somewhere in the darkness of the works had lost almost everything. Everything except the will to live and a million credits. Ordinarily he might have reinvested but Xurol's crimes had made the CFO too hot to touch for even a loan. Only his own many connections had kept him from prison. He wasn't afraid of blatantly abusing his ties to escape a jail sentence--after all, if his own CEO had been embezzling right under his nose, he himself was guilty of at best, negligence and incompetence (This was a perfectly accurate way to describe the rise and fall of twenty years hard work) and at worse, willing conspiracy and fraud, and criminal negligence. (This was also a perfectly accurate way to describe the rise and fall of twenty years hard work)
Yes, he was a criminal, and yes, he was guilty. And yes, he was running out of friends and funds fast and would soon be a pauper, and maybe afterward in a Force Cage, or dead himself from some Bounty Hunter. But if he was going down, he was taking Xurol with him. And he knew just how to do it...
Xurol always kept his accounts private. Always. He kept it on a private Datapad, whose access was known only to him. But his personal butler, a greedy, discontent man by the name of Wolfe, had discovered the location of his Datapad, an unlisted estate on a high, isolated hill on the Bassadro plains, with shields built and calibrated to resist magma flow. But so many dormant volcanoes erupting along with the rash of butchery had left even its shields vulnerable. He had to do this
now.
He finally spotted the lone burned out garage nestled in one alley that was basically a dead end, the massive holographic advertisements projected by repulsorlift vehicles lighting an otherwise, wrecked looking automobile store long abandoned from above, the various sky scrapers crawling to a lovely sky above he knew he would never enjoy again. He heard rustling.
"They said you were looking for me..." came a dark, deep yet feminine hiss.
The startled man, doing his best to keep his face hidden as well as his composure, hesitantly approached the open garage door, rusted and splattered with what looked to be fresh blood. He stared.
She was slender but muscular, hair in a orange red bob, milky skin covered by a revealing looking gear that exposed lots of skin and had nodules of electronics on each segment. She was slathered in blood, her dull blue eyes blood shot with a hidieous revelry as her fangs gouged into the neck of what looked to be a young man in his thirties, in fancy gold clothing. He was disheveled and bruised, eyes gone, twitching as she drank every drop of blood in his body. She finally noticed the horrified man and dropped the corpse, blood still dribbling down her chin.
"A-are you Alice?" The CFO asked.
"I'm 'a' Alice..." the creature currently known as 'Alice' answered, grinning and revealing sharp fangs that gleamed from the light of the advertisements above.
"They--they never said you were a vampire..." the mysterious man hissed in horror. What had he gotten himself into?
What was he about to unleash?
"My contacts told me about you..." 'Alice' hissed, taking a silent step forward, blood dripping off her hands. "Said you're on your last legs...why should we humble Alices do anything for you?"
"A million credits. Up front."
"It's not just a matter of pay...the job itself must be worthy of my talents..." the biot hissed again, taking another step forward, producing a curved knife, smiling. "If the job is boring...I get annoyed with my employer..."
The man produced both a briefing on the estate and its defenses as well as a million credit bond, embossed in aurodium leaf. He placed it on a clean looking desk next to her next to bloody power tools slathered with gore and stepped back.
"How is this for a mission?" He asked angrily. "There is an estate with a datapad that has information I want stolen and a man I want killed, along with anyone else who tries to impede you in your efforts. But no one is to be aware that the information on the datapad has been stolen. The Estate is in the middle of severe volcanic disturbance, and is directly within the lava flow of one of the larger ones. A shield is the estate's only defense and its patrolled by people who will kill you in a heartbeat if you are discovered. Does that sound boring to you?" The mysterious man asked dryly.
'Alice' smiled, withdrew her talon-shaped knife.
"That sounds..." Alice said silkily, already hungering for more blood due to her increased metabolism.
"...
yummy..."
Two days later.
The biot had not been able to stop feeding regularly. It was her first time taking her Infiltration setting for a spin, but the requirements to use it left her constantly thirsting. It was like an addiction. She already enjoyed killing and drinking blood, even if it wasn't to repair herself...but actually making it a need that dominated her waking moment, at times leaving her starting to starve due to lack of discrete places to feed and kill and maim in relative peace...it made a bad problem worse.
After more than a hundred people disappeared in the area, The biot at last departed, stowing away aboard a large frieghter headed to the volcanic planet. Out of the forty six on that ship, there was seemingly no one aboard when it finally reached the afflicted world, landing on a docking pad on autopilot. While puzzled officials debated the mystery as they inspected a disturbingly spotless interior free of struggle, its single occupant had already slipped off the ship to its mission, which just happened to be close to the estate.
Its gear was able to help with the heat, but only so much. The ambient heat it could handle, any more and it would likely die.
Cloaked by its gear as it moved unnoticed through a mostly evacuated village. People were too busy to notice a man being held at knife point in his shuttle, and then forced to lift away, apparantly an evacuee.
The Evacuee, a dirty looking local in a mining suit nervously looked at Alice as she deactivated her cloak.
"Are you going to kill me?" The man asked, the blade threatening to dig into his neck as he flew where she instructed.
"Yes..." she whispered back seductively. "But if you're a good boy and do exactly as I say, I promise to make it quick..." the biot lied.
The man gulped as he flew into range of a great estate lined by columns and stained glass windows, constructed in a rectangular shape, statues of Rancors made of gold guarding all four corners, its bricks of blackest stone speckled with red rubies. Its massive, softly glowing blue energy shield surrounded it.
"You are going to take me there first. Comm them. Tell them you need to make emergency repairs..." the biot ordered, anticipating slitting his throat and drinking his blood. She felt the faint warnings from her body, the cellular mutations that could occur if she went too long without feeding. But though she recognized the cost of this setting she was in, she was enjoying her own ravenous thirst.
As he got closer to the estate, sending the transmission, it was all 'Alice' could do not to kill him then and there, both to sate her thirst for blood and for violence...
