Lucretia Lister
The Ambiguous Identity
Wearing: Liar's Flesh
Armed with: Herself
NEW COV
Lucretia Lister walked the streets of New Cov turning heads, her wizened features attached to a muscular, hourglass body covered in an ultra thin layer of enchanted, mirror like armorweave, on her way to visit an auction being conducted. She was hear for something very special...
Lucretia found it easy to flash celebrity grade smiles at those she passed by, the skintight catsuit looking practically painted on. The ignorant amongst them often stared in open lust.
But every so often ...you got someone from the outer rim. Someone who remembered the old tales, who remembered what the ultra thin, ultra reflective catsuit signified and the lethal danger anyone who wore it represented. Those people would cross the street just to avoid walking past her. The dome of the great city loomed above, adding to the sudden claustrophobia those who knew what she was experienced at the sight of her.
The auction house was a large dome structure lined in silver and gold. Next to it was a side road with loading bays that led right into it.
Lucretia smirked, walking casually on the street across it to a Repulsor lift truck waiting in the long line to drop its cargo off into the auction house loading bays. Making sure no one was near and that no cameras could spot her, she shifted her entire mass into a flat, almost silly putty like substance that crammed its tissue through the cracks of the underside at an alarmingly rapid rate, finding it's way between interior seams into the truck electricals without its driver being any the wiser.
The truck eventually moved through the line and into the loading bay, where it's cargo was eventually removed. Her body poured from its cracks like molten rubber, retaking her preferred shape as she headed to the auction house's interior vault, where all the most high value items were kept. It was a long series of twisting passages, and she had taken no weapons with her to minimize the risk of tripping scans.
All she would need was her wits, and ability to squeeze through impossibly tight spaces.
The Vault soon came into view, and past the rows of crates, it loomed over much of the area with its golden, cog-shaped door. A number of battle droids guarded it.
Lucretia deformed, crawling low to the ground as a silver mass with thousands of tiny arms as it maneuvered between the crates to the front door, slinking silently behind the small army of droids by hugging the walls and then seeping through the cracks of the vault door, reforming on the other side.
Lucretia's intrigued smile crept up her face at the rows and rows of priceless good on golden shelves behind sensor fitted phrik alloy cages.
Stealing any one of the items could set a person up for life. But Lucretia already had money aplenty and was here for something much more valuable.
She began looking for guards...and frowned as she found a few knocked out. As she grew more cautious, silently exploring, she found a hole in the floor, recently cut. Tunneling for weeks by the looks of it.
Lucretia got behind cover, spotting a gang of thugs using a special fusion cutter to get open the cage.
If it had been any other day, and had they been after any other prize, Lucretia might have been tempted to just let the thieves grab what they came for and not interfere.
But it was not any other day. And it was not any other prize. It was HER prize.
The glittering ruby mask, in the shape of a woman's face, rested tantalizingly in its transparisteel case.
Lucretia stepped out, looking at her nails.
"Ok, I'm going to try being nice to you, because I do so hate engaging in violence, but I am... afraid I simply cannot let you have that mask."
The thugs all pointed assault rifles and shotguns at her.
"Yeah? Well, there's five of us armed to the teeth and one of you." One of the thugs spat.
"Gentlemen, can we not be reasonable. There are items in here many times what the mask could be worth to you on a monetary value. Can I not persuade you to try taking something else?" she requested.
The thug that had spoken shook his head.
"Even if we wanted to... we're under contract. And the only reason we haven't blown your head off is--"
A blast of ionized energy was thrown from her hands and slammed into him, rendering him unconscious.
"Ah, well, I tried..." she said with a shrug as she was already moving forward, exploiting their momentary shock at her attack.
Silver clad fists and legs smashed into bones and weapons as she waded into them at high speed, the shocked faces of thugs reflected on her body as she went relatively easy on them, even making sure not to accidentally fracture or dislocate anything.
The mistake came when Lister accidentally kicked a live grenade thrown by one of the fleeing thugs into the tunnel they and come in through.
They had been a very foolish and greedy lot, it had turned out. In their haste to create a tunnel under the vault, they had passed through ancient, unstable passages across New Cov. Passages that were close to natural fault lines.
The blast jostled these passages....and a cascade effect took place.
The entire floor of the auction house collapsed, part of the foundation as well as the immediate area outside it, hairline cracks erupting across multiple streets, causing cave ins to the long buried history beneath for any unfortunate who happened to be on top of these new holes when they formed, for they would fall quite a distance.
Lucretia herself was sent screaming with the injured thugs into the ancient ruins beneath New Cov, built atop each other over the centuries.
Lucretia awoke in pitch black several hours later. There were no thugs next to her, only fresh wreckage.
Lucretia coughed, dusting herself off as she went to look for an exit.
"Well...that went pear shaped. But at least my perfectly muscled body is intact..." she quipped to herself.
"Now if only I could figure out where I am..."
The silver clad, platinum blonde woman wandered buried streets, hearing the faint sounds of sirens from very high above, but couldn't make out the light of the streets from whence she tumbled.
She suddenly heard a scuffling sound, and turned just in time to find herself wearing a copy of her catsuit, charging dead on at her from the darkness of the ruins, launching a spin kick.
Lucretia found herself on in the defense from the other version of her, wondering what the hell was going on...
Liin "Tera" Terallo
Armed with: Herself
NEW COV
Lucretia Lister walked the streets of New Cov turning heads, her wizened features attached to a muscular, hourglass body covered in an ultra thin layer of enchanted, mirror like armorweave, on her way to visit an auction being conducted. She was hear for something very special...
Lucretia found it easy to flash celebrity grade smiles at those she passed by, the skintight catsuit looking practically painted on. The ignorant amongst them often stared in open lust.
But every so often ...you got someone from the outer rim. Someone who remembered the old tales, who remembered what the ultra thin, ultra reflective catsuit signified and the lethal danger anyone who wore it represented. Those people would cross the street just to avoid walking past her. The dome of the great city loomed above, adding to the sudden claustrophobia those who knew what she was experienced at the sight of her.
The auction house was a large dome structure lined in silver and gold. Next to it was a side road with loading bays that led right into it.
Lucretia smirked, walking casually on the street across it to a Repulsor lift truck waiting in the long line to drop its cargo off into the auction house loading bays. Making sure no one was near and that no cameras could spot her, she shifted her entire mass into a flat, almost silly putty like substance that crammed its tissue through the cracks of the underside at an alarmingly rapid rate, finding it's way between interior seams into the truck electricals without its driver being any the wiser.
The truck eventually moved through the line and into the loading bay, where it's cargo was eventually removed. Her body poured from its cracks like molten rubber, retaking her preferred shape as she headed to the auction house's interior vault, where all the most high value items were kept. It was a long series of twisting passages, and she had taken no weapons with her to minimize the risk of tripping scans.
All she would need was her wits, and ability to squeeze through impossibly tight spaces.
The Vault soon came into view, and past the rows of crates, it loomed over much of the area with its golden, cog-shaped door. A number of battle droids guarded it.
Lucretia deformed, crawling low to the ground as a silver mass with thousands of tiny arms as it maneuvered between the crates to the front door, slinking silently behind the small army of droids by hugging the walls and then seeping through the cracks of the vault door, reforming on the other side.
Lucretia's intrigued smile crept up her face at the rows and rows of priceless good on golden shelves behind sensor fitted phrik alloy cages.
Stealing any one of the items could set a person up for life. But Lucretia already had money aplenty and was here for something much more valuable.
She began looking for guards...and frowned as she found a few knocked out. As she grew more cautious, silently exploring, she found a hole in the floor, recently cut. Tunneling for weeks by the looks of it.
Lucretia got behind cover, spotting a gang of thugs using a special fusion cutter to get open the cage.
If it had been any other day, and had they been after any other prize, Lucretia might have been tempted to just let the thieves grab what they came for and not interfere.
But it was not any other day. And it was not any other prize. It was HER prize.
The glittering ruby mask, in the shape of a woman's face, rested tantalizingly in its transparisteel case.
Lucretia stepped out, looking at her nails.
"Ok, I'm going to try being nice to you, because I do so hate engaging in violence, but I am... afraid I simply cannot let you have that mask."
The thugs all pointed assault rifles and shotguns at her.
"Yeah? Well, there's five of us armed to the teeth and one of you." One of the thugs spat.
"Gentlemen, can we not be reasonable. There are items in here many times what the mask could be worth to you on a monetary value. Can I not persuade you to try taking something else?" she requested.
The thug that had spoken shook his head.
"Even if we wanted to... we're under contract. And the only reason we haven't blown your head off is--"
A blast of ionized energy was thrown from her hands and slammed into him, rendering him unconscious.
"Ah, well, I tried..." she said with a shrug as she was already moving forward, exploiting their momentary shock at her attack.
Silver clad fists and legs smashed into bones and weapons as she waded into them at high speed, the shocked faces of thugs reflected on her body as she went relatively easy on them, even making sure not to accidentally fracture or dislocate anything.
The mistake came when Lister accidentally kicked a live grenade thrown by one of the fleeing thugs into the tunnel they and come in through.
They had been a very foolish and greedy lot, it had turned out. In their haste to create a tunnel under the vault, they had passed through ancient, unstable passages across New Cov. Passages that were close to natural fault lines.
The blast jostled these passages....and a cascade effect took place.
The entire floor of the auction house collapsed, part of the foundation as well as the immediate area outside it, hairline cracks erupting across multiple streets, causing cave ins to the long buried history beneath for any unfortunate who happened to be on top of these new holes when they formed, for they would fall quite a distance.
Lucretia herself was sent screaming with the injured thugs into the ancient ruins beneath New Cov, built atop each other over the centuries.
Lucretia awoke in pitch black several hours later. There were no thugs next to her, only fresh wreckage.
Lucretia coughed, dusting herself off as she went to look for an exit.
"Well...that went pear shaped. But at least my perfectly muscled body is intact..." she quipped to herself.
"Now if only I could figure out where I am..."
The silver clad, platinum blonde woman wandered buried streets, hearing the faint sounds of sirens from very high above, but couldn't make out the light of the streets from whence she tumbled.
She suddenly heard a scuffling sound, and turned just in time to find herself wearing a copy of her catsuit, charging dead on at her from the darkness of the ruins, launching a spin kick.
Lucretia found herself on in the defense from the other version of her, wondering what the hell was going on...

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