Fire and Brimstone

[Lily Kilia]

Location: Above Mustafar

An impact rocked the Lieutenant's Split Wing T-90, a flash of light followed by fire and smoke erupting from the starboard thrusters. The young woman swore as she attempted to compensate, transferring power and flicking switches, only to be interrupted by another impact, the port thrusters also gone.

Frantic chatter buzzed through her comms as she tried to angle the craft towards the frigate from which she launched from. Not enough power to pull such a tight turn. The Lieutenant made a split second descision and aimed towards the planet itself. Another rumble shook the craft as it entered the planets atmosphere, the air around it flaring up, flames licking its wings.

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The Lieutenant's eyes blinked open, sweating in the sweltering, suffocating heat. A groan left her lips as she looked up. "Chit!" The starfighters nose was burried in lava, the nose beginning to melt and pull the remainder of the craft with it. Quickly she undid the belt binding her to the cockpit, and hit the button releasing the cockpit glass, a hiss resounding as it depressurized. She pushed the glass open and shot from the vessel, and clambering up to higher ground, the heat of the ground radiating through her gloves. "Feth..." she muttered, running her hand through her blonde hair at the top.

[member="Delain Afric"]

 

[Delain Afric]

Soot and dirt thickened the air, where it felt like you couldn't breathe, the heat felt like you were on the surface of a star. A few screams echoed out in the distance. It smelt like death. Delain felt right at home. ​

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He had a job to do on Mustafar. A former Republic agent went into hiding after the Omega War, and had managed to bring a rather large amount of credits with him. Word got out, and Delain was determined to be the first to get there. He paid careful attention to the environment, noting vantage points and high ground, searching for any sign of his target. However, his attention was taken by the sight of a burning ship speeding towards the ground. The fireball streaked across the sky, leaving bright scars in the air. The craft grew larger and larger in his sight, only to slam into the earth. He blinked. 'A good opportunity for some intel.' He jogged over at a leisurely pace, each step kicking up dust and ash behind him. The fire grew higher and higher as he got closer, the danger becoming apparent to him. A flash of blonde hair through the flames.. 'Still alive. Good.' ​

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The lava crept along the edges, growing closer and closer to the pilot. Delain quickly straightened his collar, keeping his appearance impeccable. "Hey! You alright in there?" He shouted out, quickly jumping across the magma and into the ship. The inferno licked at his arms, scalding his skin. "Chit." He scanned for the pilot, as the heat grew even hotter. Where was she?​

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[member="Lily Kilia"]​

 

[Lily Kilia]

The sound of a blaster's safety being switched off and the subtle whirring of the power cell could suddenly be heard behind the man. "You're not with the Alliance." the woman stated, noting the lack of any Alliance markings on his clothing. "Who are you?" she asked, nudging the back of his skull with the barrel of her blaster.

[member="Delain Afric"]

 

[Delain Afric]

"How..." He said, raising his arms up slowly. "Weren't you in the... Nevermind. You crashed, I made sure you were okay. That fine?" Delain asked dryly. He meant to be nice, but his appetite for goodwill was going away, the barrel on the back of his head not helping. He slowly turned around to face her, his eyebrows raised in mock surprise.​

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"You good? I've got business I have to take care of." Delain told her, in an overly saccharine tone. He was outgunned as of now, and Delain wasn't sure if he wanted to be on her bad side.​

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[member="Lily Kilia"]​

 

[Lily Kilia]

The woman lowered the gun ever so slightly, only enough that the man wasn't looking down the barrel of her blaster. Of course, should she pull the trigger, he'd find a new whole in his stomach...

"What're you doing out on Mustafar? There's nothing here but fire and brimstone..." the Lieutenant asked. She wasn't quite ready to trust the man. After all she'd just been shot out of the sky by hostile forces. Turbo lasers could rain down from the sky, shuttles land with assault forces...or perhaps a single agent or pilot. She wasn't quite ready to risk her life.

[member="Delain Afric"]

 

[Delain Afric]

The barrel of the gun, slightly shaking, aimed down straight at his gut. She seemed bent on putting a shot in him, and Delain sought to discourage that. "Put the gun down. Relax." He said coolly. His patience was being tested, and he wasting light with this girl. And, on top of it all, she's asking him about what he's doing here? 'Good luck trying to get anything out of me.' He thought.​

However, an idea wormed it's way into the assassin's head, and a opportunity unveiled itself before his eyes.​

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"Former Sith agent. Responsible for lots of deaths, and I'm here to... clean up the mess." Delain told her, staring into her eyes with a blank gaze. He was used to killing people, not convincing them his intentions. "Might be related to who shot you down, who knows." He quickly tacked on, trying to lot his chance slip by. Delain needed help, and his help just fell from the sky.​

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[member="Lily Kilia"]​

 

[Lily Kilia]

The pilot's jaw clenched tightly. Sith agent...former "I should shoot you right now." she said, the barest crack in her voice becoming audible. Sure, she'd shot plenty of folk down. But she'd never had to shoot someone point blank and watch 'em die. She told herself she could. Now she wasn't so certain.

"What's your aim?" maybe, just maybe she wouldn't have to kill him. Maybe what ever he was here for would help her. And then they could help each other. Maybe...a big word...

[member="Delain Afric"]