First days are rough for everybody

[Erica Narrotti]

Erica gritted her teeth, trying to get over her fear. In the situation she was in, her only hope was Erin showing just up in the nick of time, but that was unlikely. Keep talking. If push comes to shove do everything you can to stay alive.
" I've got no family, no order and no master. I will take both of you on if I have to."

'Erin, where the hell are you?' She thought as the words left her mouth.

 

[Erin Thranost]

Erin heard Everything. Erica had left her comlink on, so he now knew just who she was up against. He broke into a sprint, with his rifle at the ready. Not too far... hopefully.


[member="Jai Katan"] [member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Silas Mantis]

She knew him, he hadn't expected that.

When she mentioned the battle a Geonosis he racked his memory briefly, trying to think of where he'd met this woman during the battle. "Decided it was time to step away from small-time contracts." The man answered to her inquiry about him returning to work. In response to her apology for his family, their deaths and/or disappearance a the hands of the newest Imperialist faction helmet by darksiders, he only gave a soft, "Thank you."

Then the girl drew a lightsaber, foolishly claiming she'd take on just about everyone. Jedi or not, too many with the fething force overestimated their abilities and underestimated those of everyone else. Looking at [member="Erica Narrotti"], he scoffed and shook his head. "You fething forcies, willing to draw your damn light stick and die for anything. You're outnumbered and outmatched, and being offered a chance to walk away. Don't be an idiot." He spat harshly, one hand going to the Czerka fighting knife on his chest, the other to one the Westar-34's holstered at his thigh, though only to convey the message along with [member="Jai Katan"] that Erica was surrounded. He wouldn't intervene though, [member="Miss Blonde"] wouldn't need his help, he was simply making a show of force at this point.

"No offense." He added in respect to his comment about force users, nodding to Blonde. She, like all other force sensitives who made it to the level of Master in terms of strength did so by being cautious when appropriate and taking the right risks at the right time, the others died or fell to mediocrity, never meeting their full potential.

[member="Erin Thranost"] [member="Nyssa"]

 

[MoonClaw]

On a bright and hot day as this a man in all black and a mask tended to stand out. He didn't really mind it, he was one in a billion, a background noise to Coruscant. He had a bit of personal business for being here anyways. With the destruction of his ship and his crew, he needed to find himself an new crew and here he was hopeful on his chances. He was mainly here for the ship that he had discussed with [member="Miss Blonde"] through the holonet, though she didn't return his call. He thought it would be interesting to call on the Crime Lord in person.

As fate would have it, upon arriving at her location he saw he squaring off with a little Jedi. Of course, he could not let his possible partner dirty her hands with such scum. He would silently walk up behind [member="Erica Narrotti"] and all she would hear was the click from the hammer of his gun. It was a simple, old fashion flintlock pistol. It used a very old concept of black powder known as gunpowder. Inside the chamber was a single round bullet which unlike this day and age, was real. His barrel was only a few inches from the back of the Jedi's head ready to paint the streets red. Under his mask he spoke, his voice was charming, but also cold underneath his Baskar mask, "Now now little one, no need to draw your weapon so hastily. Why don't you put that light stick away before something happens to that pretty little face of yours?" He gave a slight nod to Miss Blonde, but unless his reputation had come to the core worlds, she would not know him from their simple exchange thus the situation would become even more comical.


[member="Nyssa"] [member="Andy Khor"] [member="Jai Katan"]

 

[Erica Narrotti]

Erica refused to listen to her opponents until a click at the back of her head accompanied by a threat began to change her mind.

"Come on, what good will killing me do for all of you?" Her mind raced, praying for Erin to get here soon. "It'd only provide more reason to give you a death sentence.

 

[Miss Blonde]

"Your friends won't save you my dear. I can see that you're transmitting. No one can save you from me, so do you hear that? I'm going to feed you and your friend to my Terentateks." Blonde gave a soft chuckle, she has amused this stupid little girl long enough. She had made her bed, now it was time for her to lie in it.

Blonde would then turn around and start walking away from the young Jedi and her new friends. Miss Blonde was not in the mood to dirty her hands with people who wouldn't last ten seconds in a fight with her. So she'd have her goons take out the trash, the people that she paid for exactly this occasion. Miss Blonde sighed and as she walked away taking her jacket she would place it on her body and speak to the entire group once more.

"Silas, masked dude, curious child. Come with me." With her coat back on, the woman dusted herself off a bit then looked to her guards.

"Kill the rest of them and any cops that come. Their blood is on your hands, Jedi. Just remember I gave you the choice of walking away." Blonde was ruthless.

As she stepped away, her group of around eight guards quickly drew their weapons. Submachine guns loaded with sith killers a type of bullet that when struck against a lightsaber would explode into violent shrapnel and fire. Specifically designed to kill force users and armored targets. So with weapons in hand, the men would open fire on the group of travelers. Bullets would spray at incredibly fast rates and riddle the alleyway with holes. Once the shots rang out a few of the officers on duty ran towards the commotion only to find themselves being gunned down by a hail of bullets. Screams and pain filled the air as men watched their friends and comrades die. The dark side of the force flowed and Miss Blonde reveled in its dark corrupting beauty.

Focusing in on that, she lifted her palm towards the empty side of the alleyway. She tapped into the power of the dark side and from that she began to fold space and time itself. Like a broken mirror, reality began to distort as cracks ran through thin air to reveal a different picture on the other side of the glass. A comfortably furnished room with a bar and furniture to match. She had folded space and created a temporary gateway between locations in reality. This was the power of a master of the force. While Blonde may not of been the best with offensive force powers, she could work the hell out of the more subtle powers.

"You guys coming?" Blonde asked as she started walking through the portal only to disappear into it.

Her group of HRD guards could handle the kids well enough, and even if they won they certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to follow her into a portal to an area they didn't know and was probably her own.

[member="Erica Narrotti"] [member="Erin Thranost"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Victor D'artagnan"] [member="Nyssa"]

 

[Erica Narrotti]

Erica attempted to stop the bullets with the force, managing to save herself, and a few civilians, but she was overcome by the screams, she felt the pain through the force. As she began to give up, faltering with her force shield of sorts, blaster shots rang out.

 

[Erin Thranost]

Erin opened fire at the eight guards, wounding and crippling them, ceasing the fire. He sprinted to aid any civilians still alive, and shouted to Erica to get back up, and help him.

 

[MoonClaw]

Well, Roberts was seeming to get himself into the business of being a hitman, which he wasn't. He had no use in killing this little Jedi, not yet at least, but he couldn't let her follow ether. He flipped his gun with a quick flick of his wrist and grabbed the barrel and this was followed by a swift smack to the back of the girl's head to knock her out. Should she not pull a Jedi trick, she would fall to the ground and lay behind some metal barrels filled with lead. While not the intention, this little move would save the girl's life.

As Roberts walked behind the Crime Lord, though he had not intentions in being her lackey. As she ordered her men to open fire he turned and looked through the holes in his mask and made the sound hmph as he saw the little girl would be ok, for now. He saw her use magic to open, something and then she walked through. "Space Magicians." He followed her through the portal, he was here to work a deal so why the hell not?

[member="Erica Narrotti"]

 

[Erica Narrotti]

Perica weakly helped any survivors, using what healing abilities she had, and her medpack. Stopping the bullets took a lot out of her, [member="Miss Blonde"][member="Victor D'artagnan"][member="Silas Mantis"]

 

[Silas Mantis]

With little more than a scoff the Mandalorian strode past the not-Jedi and her mad gunning compatriot. As the crime lord created a tear in the fabric of reality, he followed without much of a protest. Had he ever seen someone create a portal before? No, but he'd do just about anything to get any information on the enigmatic Ace of Spades, the architect of the tragedy of his people. Not to mention he was fairly curious who this woman was and how she knew him.

The masked man who followed after [member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Victor D'artagnan"] was also a curiosity to him. He was a simple man, he fought his battles directly and with a blissful combination of blade and blaster, seeing something like an antique slugthrower being brandished was certainly interesting. That said he wasn't going to say much about it, he had no doubt he'd see stranger before his life ended.

Blonde's bounty board held many interesting targets for him. There was the expected Jedi and various other power players, but the Sith and others stuck out to him, he had no love for Jedi, but if anyone was a likely culprit for Mandalore's destruction, he would bet on the Sith.

[member="Erica Narrotti"] [member="Erin Thranost"] [member="Nyssa"]

 

[Erin Thranost]

Erin, after doing all he could to save civilians, and contacting the authorities, and binding Blonde's henchmen, looked to the unconscious Erica. He stooped down, picking her up, and left to take them back to his ship. Erica was drained, and wouldn't wake for hours, as stopping the bullets took a lot of her energy, and the pistol to the head before hand didn't help either.

 

[Miss Blonde]

HRD stood for Human Replica Droid, which meant her guards didn't have to worry about things like being knocked unconscious or a blaster shot or two. They were tough, capable, and deadly. So when the marksmen took a few to the ground not aiming for kill shots, that was a mistake. The droids simply dusted themselves off as the sniper ran away with his arms full of unconscious Jedi. They could of shot him in the back, but it would of been more effective to lay down a field of fire and fall back into the portal opened. So that's what they did. With their high firing machine guns, the HRD guard gunned down more officers as they started coming in the alleyway. More death was caused and the Jedi would feel the consequences of her actions. Good men died because of her, and Blonde would make damn sure she learned her lesson. So before the HRDs left they did a little head hunting. Quite literally.

Taking a few severed heads of fallen officers, the droids would collect them and then fall back into the portal before it closed. Hopefully [member="Nyssa"] had come through and accepted Blonde's invitation to join before it closed. As for Silas and the masked man, they would be greeted with a somewhat welcoming sight.

On the other side of the portal was a large spacious lounge. Red luxurious carpet covered the floor and all around them were pieces of comfortable expensive furniture, lavish tables with food and drink, but the most important detail was the floor above them where dozens of armed guards were pointing weapons at the mandalorian and company. Good times.

"They're with me." Blonde said with a wave of her hand.

Everyone in the room would lower their weapons, and as if nothing had happened they went about their business. But before this meeting would start, Blonde pressed a few buttons on her data logger to make sure all outgoing transmissions were blocked. She couldn't have anyone calling for help until she was sure their intentions were peaceful. A simple precaution, that was all it was.

"Alright, let's eat." Blonde said as she clapped her hands together and went to sit at a table, this was of course right after she had ordered the deaths of cops and whoever else was caught in the crossfire.

Before sitting down she turned her back and removed the gas mask on her face. She was well out of the line of sight of her new guests. Reaching into her bag she pulled out a new mask that covered the majority of her face but left her mouth open. When she turned around they'd be able to see her sparkling blue eyes and fair porcelain skin. After she was done swapping masks she took her seat and grabbed a menu.

"Please sit. I insist, it's on the house." Her voice had shifted to a more natural tone without the mask modifying it with its vocalizers.

While the others would take a seat or not, the droids would start to come through the portal. In some of their hands they would hold the severed heads of police officers that would steadily drip blood onto the carpet bellow. Blonde's eyes widened in a child like joy as she chuckled at the sight.

"Charles, see to it that they are mailed to the Jedi." Blonde commanded of the lead droid to which he nodded in response.

"Now where were we?" A rather intimidating sight if there ever was one.

[member="Erica Narrotti"] [member="Erin Thranost"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Victor D'artagnan"]

 

[Erin Thranost]

"Mark it. Should've gone for kills." Erin said to himself, as he rushed back to their ships, Erica, slowing him down. When he got to the ships, he laid Erica down in her TIE, and left to take watch while she rested.

 

[Silas Mantis]

Despite the brutish nature of his personality, Silas wasn't rude enough to turn away a free meal, especially from someone who he was looking to work with, or rather for. He wouldn't take any handout because of who his brother was. The masks perplexed Silas, who was far more curious about why she wore such devices than he was in the severed head of law enforcement officers. He had known who he'd be getting involved with, good men and women had already died in droves, he'd known from the start that many more would before the person he was after did as well. It was simply the way of things.

Pulling the helmet from his head and taking a seat, Silas brushed a dark strand of hair from his face. Aside from the scars and his dark eyes, all that stood out about the Mandalorian was the crimson paint on his face, running over his nose and down from his eyes and chin. It was fresh, reapplied daily, the tribal war paint was his mourning. For every day until he had his justice. One stripe for Yasha, one for Adyita, one for [member="Preliat Mantis"] (though he wasn't dead), and one for Mandalore as a whole. "The Ace of Spades, I need to know all you have on them." He answered [member="Miss Blonde"], his voice blunt and hardened by sorrow and hatred alike.

"I'm willing to work for the information, of course." The Mantis brother added, nodding respectfully to the crime lord, displaying the slightest remnants of his courteous personality he'd held before getting involved with galactic conflict for to long.

[member="Victor D'artagnan"] [member="Nyssa"]

 

[Nyssa]

With all the commotion now going on in the alleyway, Nyssa was quite simply, very much overwhelmed. Other people seemed to come from nowhere, the girl beside her drew some strange stick of light, and fighting once more ensued. Ducking her head and running to a trash can nearby for cover, she watched silently as the light stick was used to deflect bolts of light back in the direction they had come from. 'Why was everyone so quick to fight?', she wondered as she continued to look back and forth. At this time an armored man also made his presence known, as it seemed the blonde had been directly referencing him before. Everything was so loud and confusing that, when the strange portal opened to what seemed like a much quieter place, she didn't question it and just ran inside.

Once in the room, Nyssa once again took cover, this time behind a tall vase, looking around wildly. When she saw yet more people with laser-weapons, she tried to make herself smaller than she really was, until the blonde woman walked in and told them to lower the things. Looking back up slowly, she watched as the crime lord and the Mandalorian calmly walked in and sat at a table where there was food being served, and her nose got the better of her as she slunk her way over to take a seat as far from the other two as she could, keeping her head down. Perhaps if she didn't see them, they wouldn't see her? When food made it's way in front of her, whatever it was, she began slowly but efficiently scarfing it down. All that excitement had worked up an appetite.

[member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Victor D'artagnan"]

 

[MoonClaw]

Roberts arrived on the other side of the portal last. Even by his standards, [member="Miss Blonde"]'s actions were a useless show of superiority. He understood why to kill, he would do it without second thought, but to do it like this was pointless, but he did not question it. As he entered he saw he had walked into a room full of guards with guns. His hands went to his hold out blasters ready to draw and shoot his way out, though that may have ended badly. His hands relaxed as the guards were called off and they were led to the feast. Roberts took a seat next to the female cyborg. Sure she was well made, but Roberts knew human from cyborg. [member="Nyssa"]

He watched under his mask at the events that unfolded before him and quickly ruined his appetite. Though something did catch his eye, the girl next to him scarfing down her food. Her actions were odd, even for a cyborg her actions were unusual. He took an educated guess she was recently made or at the very least she had no experience with the outside world. He could use a cyborg on his ship, while they weren't the warmest sort, it would be a nice change of pace to have a few good ones on the ship, keep them all grounded.

His thoughts were pulled away as the droids entered with heads of the fallen police. His response was cold, emotionless, but resembling that of an annoyed adult to a child, "Was that completely necessary?" It was an annoyance, but he didn't really care to protest further than show an annoyance for the brutish actions before him.


[member="Silas Mantis"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

From what Silas could see, Miss Blonde's expression shifted when he took off his helmet to show his face. The cold ruthless crime lord had a heart, and it was displayed by the sad remnants of pain on her face. When she saw Silas, she saw him. She saw Preliat. Those early days in the lab, training the clones, getting to know the man. They were never really friends, but Blonde cared about him. She wanted to make sure he was safe, and that was something that she intended on doing.

"Oh Preliat. What have they done with you?" The woman muttered to herself softly.

The woman slowly brought herself out of her own melancholy and sighed a bit. He was a good man underneath all the nerf herder, and Blonde could relate to what Silas felt. So when she spoke it was with a serious tone but there was some empathy laced in there as well.

"I knew-" Blonde paused for a moment to sigh once more.

"Know your brother." He wasn't quite dead yet. Hopefully.

"We used to work closely together before I became what you see now. We may not of always seen eye to eye, but I respected him. I still do, and I want to help you. Not just for him, but for his family and my own. Isley Verd was like a brother to me, and whoever did that to Mandalore is responsible for the death of my family and yours. So you don't need to pay me a cent to help me kill these people. Whatever you need to do the job, you ask and I'll deliver." Blonde's words slowly turned to hate as she spoke of the killers in question.

"All I know is this. It wasn't an outside organization. Mandalorian security is too tight for that. So rule out Sith, they would of been sniffed out before they landed. So that leaves only one explanation. It was an inside job. Someone betrayed you, someone wanted to cull the herd. Someone with power. My best bet would be one of the Alor council. It's one of them, I know it. If it were up to me I'd just kill them all to be safe. But that's all I know." Blonde hopefully would give him enough to go on.

Then the food started to arrive. The house special, a cut of nerf cooked rare and served with pieces of back fat and assorted greens. Once it was placed on the table, the masked man sat down and had quite the set of stones on him. Nobody addressed Miss Blonde like that, well addressed her and lived to tell about it. He'd certainly get his lashes for it, and Blonde didn't mind being the one to give it to him. So her gaze fell to him and even with her tiny five foot tall body, she glared at him with the eyes and posture of a large predatory cat ready to jump on its prey and rip their throat out with their teeth.

"Let's get a few things straight. I'm not your %#$&ing friend. I don't operate through the filter of your comfort. If I want cops to die, then they die. Now if you have a problem then I'm more than willing to let you write a formal letter of complaint. Just make sure when you send it, the return address is your ass." Blonde then poured herself a cup of wine then took a sip.

"Now you can complain and eventually I'll have to stop you from vexing me, or we can do business. That is why you are here I assume. So the question you need to ask yourself is a few dead cops really worth losing out on a great opportunity?" Blonde asked the man then promptly turned towards dinner.

With a knife and fork in hand, the woman tenderly cut into the nerf steak and promptly had a few a bites before washing it down with another sip of wine. She then focused back on the mask man and the cyborg woman.

"Be like the girl over here. Eat, I insist. It's a shame to waste good food."



[member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Nyssa"] [member="Victor D'artagnan"]

 

[MoonClaw]

Ah, indeed, now it was the measuring contest. This is what happens when someone was not fitting in their knickers anymore. iIt began first, a low rumble, one that begun from under the mask until the rumble became a clear and audible laugh. He stood slowly, his mask still never leaving his face. From under the mask his gaze bore directly at the Crime Lord. He was not stupid, he knew he was out gunned, but unlike the other guests, he knew where he was. He did not have potential dealings with people without first fully researching.

This could end one of two ways, he could continue this measuring contest then of course see which one of them could out gun the other which was not what Roberts was about. Though the position remained, did he continue this deal and serve under someone or did he cut his deal short. He stopped laughing and began making his way out, but with a little slight of hand he put a card into [member="Nyssa"] pocket as he walked away. Not a word, he would never be under anyone, especially this Crime Lord. As he began to leave her guards would of course stand in his way, "Boys, droids, I am sure we can come to an understanding...no? Well, at least I asked." With quick movements he brandished two ionite charged knives knives and cut them swiftly on the main circuits to power them down. Sure they weren't her strongest droids, but they were in his way. As quick as he took them out, Roberts was gone. No trackers placed, no way to be followed, like the phantom he was.


[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

If the man had just laughed and walked away then there wouldn't of been any problems. Miss Blonde wasn't petty in that regard. But that wasn't the problem, the man had gone a step above from a simple laugh and jet. He took down two of her droids, and when you did that it was an act of war. So that meant there needed to be retribution, and that was paid in one of two ways. Plata or Plooma. Silver or Lead, and miss blonde had the feeling that the caped crusader with thin skin was more of a lead kind of guy. So he'd be obliged.

During his daring escape, the man had forgotten one thing. Miss Blonde was always a step ahead, if he had truly done his homework then he'd of known that where they were wasn't somewhere you could really escape from in a flash. Hell, they weren't even on Coruscant anymore. They were at her personal palace on Nar Shaddaa, the smugglers moon. The most heavily fortified and guarded place on the planet. So as he attempted to make his escape from deep within the palace he'd make his way out to the courtyard to see the four walls that surrounded him. And on those walls were snipers, gunners, and every rifle under the sun pointed right at his face. But oddly they didn't fire, instead there was something else going down.

Stepping out onto the dirt of the moon two rather scary looking droids holding katanas looking at the man and standing in front of his path. At the end of the day Miss Blonde had class, and the punishment would fit the crime. Was she going to murder the guy over two damaged droids and a laugh? Probably not. But she'd give him an ass kicking like no other. So the droids Red and Blue would be challenging him.

"If you want out, you need to beat us. Our lady has commanded it." Red yelled out as his katana was pointed dead at the man.

"What is this the full moon festival? Who is this clown?" Blue asked as he too drew his blade.

"Doesn't matter who he is. He's dead. So here's the play, you beat us and you're free to go. You lose... well you'll see." Red then assumed a formal fighting stance.

Say what you wanted about Blonde. She could certainly set the scene.

Spoiler

I don't mind you leaving the thread man. But I'd rather we make it more interesting and fun than "I stab two dudes then vanish like a ghost" so let's fight. I've been itching to use these guys since forever.

[member="Victor D'artagnan"]