Dominion Frolicking with Dragons | Agents of Chaos Dominion of the Empty Hex SW of The Deep

[Bundori]

Objective: Follow the crazy ladies plan
With: Scherezade deWinter

Standing there on the ship as she was looking. She didn't know what the plan was... she had to prepare herself for anything but even she wondered about what could be done fighting something that big... her sword only cut through so much as the teenager crossed her arms and listened. Minerva was out there somewhere and she needed to search for her. The Agents of chaos were well the best option as no one else really cared about finding one missing girl in the galaxy even if her grandmother was Petra Cavataio only a few knew the name and respected the living goddess. So Bundori was here and she stood when she heard the order. "Ahhh okay." Operation suits off... she started to disrobe but where was she going to keep her scabbord for her chainsword.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Meeting up with Mifletzet.
Wearing: Space suit. Bodysuit beneath it.
Wielding: 2 Whimsy Knife
Tags: Bundori +Open!

Scherezade looked at the other girl and grinned. In a few short moments, Mifletzet would be upon them, and they would be ready.

Truth be told, although this was totally something that could fall into the description of "a Scherezade plan", on par with many crazy and/or stupid things she'd done in the past when needing to deal with enemies while the odds were completely stacked against her, it was still somewhat out of the box for the Sithling.

After all, these days, if you wanted someone dead, you just told Scherezade to pull her knife out and then sent her in their generation direction. But here… No no no no no, here a blade would be so far from enough. Not that she'd been willing to go completely without, of course. She was, despite the wishes of her enemies, still Scherezade.

A small point in the distance slowly began to grow. As it did, her grin widened some more. She knew what it was that was coming; and she knew what the little dots were too.

"Captain, what's my maximum distance for this to work again?" she asked into the comm, motioning for Bundori to come closer, "100 meters ma'am. Any further than that and you're on your own."

Scherezade didn't answer him, but nodded to herself, eying the growing dot. She knew Mifletzet was seven kilometers long, but no one mentioned how tall or short he was at any point. For all she knew, he could've had the girth of a shoelace, or a fizzy bubblech can, or be a kilometer tall. Maybe he was sphere shaped? Was there a rule somewhere that said dragons couldn't be round? She wasn't certain. Next time she was going to pressure Alwine or Discordia into providing her with holoimages to get a better visual on her target.

As the minutes ticked by though, Scherezade realized that… Well, unless she was wrong, Mifletzet was… proportionate? He wasn't particularly tall or lanky. Just huge. But if she didn't have the ship or the Scintilla or anything else to compare sizes with, she wouldn't have been able to accurately guess his true size.

"Get ready," she comm'd over to Bundori .

And then Mifletzet was close enough.

"Ho, mister Mifletzet!" Scherezade said as she pressed another button, her voice broadcasting towards him with that space magic thing. "Agents of Chaos greet you! We know of your quarrel with clan Le'tahout and we wish to help. In good faith, our Lady Discordia has sent you gifts - me and my friend here, two creatures considered beautiful by our species' standards, virginal to boot, to lay our lives down for your consumption!"

Clicking a button, a shield went over both Scherezade and Bundori. Within moments, air began to fill the shield, and Scherezade started undoing her space suit.

Mifletzet looked at the two girls, ceasing his mid-space flight, looking… Mostly, confused.

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Objective/Location: Space, Meet with Mifletzet
Tags: Bundori Scherezade deWinter

Spoiler: Gear and Equipment

• EVA Suit - X
• Small Arms
  • Punisher Pistol
• Melee
  • Hekler'Kok VB-01
  • Whimsy Knife (2)
• Grenades
  • Class-A Thermal Detonator (2)

If going into a farmhouse and cleaving men who were twice her size with a vibroblade in savage close-quarters combat was out of her comfort zone, then this was really out of her comfort zone.

For obvious reasons, Ivixa did not take her sniper rifle or really, anything that was in her typical loadout for the meeting, save for a few essentials. In place of her armor, she wore a space suit with a large integrated oxygen supply that could support her for a limited time in a vacuum. However, she wore something special beneath it, which she was told would be quite important for the success of the plan. Even so, she was still surprised to have been approached for a mission like this. She had EVA training, but in selecting her, they had not told her why she had been chosen. Nevertheless, based solely on what she had been told to wear under her armor and the apparent pulchritude of her companions, Ivixa had a small inkling as to what it was.

Even so, the self-conscious part of her couldn’t help but to feel out of place.

With a deep breath, Ivixa took in the massive, coiling form of the space dragon as the small group approached it. Then, when she heard the assassin’s warning over the comms, she palmed the zipper of her suit and watched in silence, until the air shield activated around the small group.

And so, following the redheaded assassin’s lead, Ivixa slowly began to undo her space suit.

 

[Dasmi Lindervale]

ALLIES: Alwine Daye
LOCATION: Aboard the Same Shuttle
WEARING: Space Suit
(DUAL)OBJECTIVE: Talk to a dragon, and affirm he is not dreaming. Find out what is coming their way exactly.

The scientists were already on it. How wonderful. He would have to make sure to communicate very clearly with the Armada about the traffic in and out of these, hollow spheres. Some sort of order, or check in, or something to avoid issues with wanderers making a possible scene. If that was a thing. He blew out another breath at the mention of a few of the larger members of the group inside of the sphere. His mind was still struggling to imagine a large being like that. At least it was until he feeling the shuttle land, and spied out the window something too large for the limited window to put into perspective.

"Oh force that's a big one..." He whispered into the air. He wasn't exactly speaking to anyone, but his mind had blanked upon seeing something that large...and alive. It was one thing to see a super star destroyer and know that a stupendous number of people made up the living machine. It was an entirely other thing to realize the same number of people could line the stomach of this great space being...comfortably and with space.

Even doing her best to remain composed, their was an anxious energy that Alwine was exuding, the almost too happy smile, and the tempered movements. All actively done, not fluid. Woman was excited. Which made him all the more nervous in one sense. Excitement could be misinterpreted, not often, but could be.

When the door opened, Alwine spoke, and Dimitri couldn't help but shake his head. "Yeah, trust me, I know. I think I would have heard about this in the books." He chuckled, his mind between sheer joy and a nervous breakdown. They were doing this. They were going to talk to a freaking dragon. Face to face. Well, as face to face as you could be.

He wanted to fidget as he watched Alwine lead the way. Play with his hair, mess with his clothes. Something. Damn eva suit made that hard though, so he opted for popping his fingers one at a time until they reached a good spot to speak.

Dimitri mimicked the bow of respect, uncertain of doing anything outside of this would be well received. His thoughts raced. They were on a large disc. In the middle of space. Depending on mag boots to keep them on this disc. So they could speak with a dragon. About living in the scintilla.

That was almost harder to believe than him having a...professional dancing career aside from being the fleet admiral for the Agents of Chaos. He paused on the thought, remembering a number of people that had come and gone from vessels in the past. Along with the flying cathedral that had been shown to him. Several blinks later, he was staring at the dragon before him in awed silence.

Maybe it wasn't such a strange thing.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Location: Shuttle towards the Dragon Disc
Wearing: Space suit
Tags: Dimitri Lindzinsky +Open!

Alwine's heart was thumping in her chest, and she wanted to believe that Dimitri Lindzinsky's was as well, as was the heart of everyone else who was with them. It wasn't every day that you got to actually speak to a dragon, let alone a space dragon.

She had hoped her words had made the correct impression, would've given them the proper opening that they wanted. Most of the details had already been taken care of in advance, but there was always the smallest of chances that something might go wrong, that the dragons would for some reasonw ish to back out.

Thankfully, that was not the case.

"Clan Le'tahout greets you, Agents of Chaos," came Me'lech's voice. Alwine blinked inside her helmet. She had not expected to hear itso easily, almost as though they were in the same room and were about the same size. "Our clan has traveled long and far, and the galactic winds are not yet done in carrying us from place to place. But we require a place to rest - a safe place, in a location where we shall be passing for many more times to come in the following millenia. We remember Discordia and we approve of what has here been done."

Alwine nodded, eager, almost too eager. Me'elech's speech raised many questions - questions that she couldn't really ask, like how old was Discordia or why does Discordia know dragons and is there something I should know about this mysterious leader of mine? but there wasn't any place for those. Not now. Not when it would be so easy to accidentally mess it up.

"Our scientists have begun to work on the construction of the sphere for your colony," she smiled, "Our Armada will stand ready to aid in your protection in the event that the Scintilla should be attacked." She glanced at Dimitri, hoping he wasn't about to object. Had Discordia spoken with him about it? She hadn't double checked due to a lack of time. "And our forces are battling Mifletzet as we speak," she added.

And… That was that, wasn't it?

Turning around, Alwine motioned for anyone else in the party that now was the time to add words, if they had any words to add to this almost too easy diplomatic meeting.

 

[Bundori]

Objective: Get Eaten
Secondary Objective: Figure out why noone else is suits off in operation suits off
Scherezade deWinter Ivixa Nera'kas

Wait what.... Bundori listened to the one leading this team and..... virginal.... why she oughta... nope nope nope... she wasn't going to cross her arms and pout instead she was wondering what and why she was the only one standing there like she was. Ahhh suits off operation right? They were joined by another and she was looking at the small woman with a nod of hr head while she stood there. She looked at the massive dragon and she had a look on her face while she was prepared for a fight but that thing was big... what would they have to do to bring it down.. she wanted to ask but giving away that they weren't here to well be a sacrifice would not serve them well but she was going to have to stop and ask. Either way though she was prepared.. she was part of the three person team that was going to take the big guy down.... and make bacon.... dragon bacon... large space dragon bacon.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Meeting up with Mifletzet.
Wearing: Space suit. Bodysuit beneath it.
Wielding: 2 Whimsy Knife
Tags: Bundori Ivixa Nera'kas +Open!

From the corner of her eye, Scherezade could see Ivixa Nera'kas and Bundori follow her lead. There was more than enough oxygen in their little protective shield for them to be able to get rid of the eva suits, and that was what mattered.

The Sithling was the first to dispose of the protective layer, and she stood there, still wearing her magnetic boots, and an itty bitty little bikini which showed off every curve her body held. Waiting for the others, she didn't speak a single word before they were in similar positions, though she wished she could turn around to see what outfit each and every one of them had chosen.

Operation suits off was totally a go.

"What do you think, Mr. Big Dragon?" Scherezade asked. She was doing her utter best to be sultry with her voice, but she had little doubt that it was failing big time. But then again, this was a dragon, not a normal near-human, maybe he would take the cues differently? "Do we look good enough to eat in return for peace in this corner of the Scintilla? When you're done with us, that Clan whats-its-face will be ready for your destruction pleasure too. Once they land on the disc, they're going to get injected with super toxins that work on stuff their size. But not your size. Nah uh. Never. You're way too… Big."

If Mifletzet could speak, he never uttered a word to let them know. Neither did any telepathic message appear in the Agents of Chaos' minds from him. Instead, he moved closer, his eyes narrowing suspiciously as he eyed the three females in skimpy clothing.

But suddenly, Scherezade knew what he wanted. It was as though the knowledge was installed into her mind. It wouldn't do any good to eat their corpses - the dragon wanted them alive.

It was such a strange sensation. But since it was exactly what she wanted as well, there was no reason to actually object to that.

Slowly, Mifletzet's tongue came out, curling out of its mouth. It was… Super muscly, and almost black in color. And the saliva… It wasn't sexy at all. But if Scherezade had any issues with it, she very carefully kept it from showing on her face.

Bowing down on one knee, she grabbed the emitter of the shield, to make sure it would follow her and the other two. The battery would hold for an hour or so, which was more than enough time. A small disc was also attached to her hip, looking like a small bracelet made out of silver.

"In we go, girls," she smiled, making her voice sound bubbly and optimistic, "stay close to each other, we can't run out of air before we're proper dragon food!"

 

[Salem Norongachi]

“Who the FRAK is that commentator!?” Skip growled slamming his robotic fist on the bartop causing glasses within a respectable distance to tinkle with vibration.

“Doesn’t know what he’s talking about does he? RG’s all over it!” another in the Rocket Girl fan committee agreed.

“Well if you ask me its a fair call, innit.” sniffed another, his mate beside him took a drink and then a grin slipped across his face and twinkled in his eyes.

“Yeah she’s got no chance, our man dragons having twi’lek for breakfast.”

Sal watched the bickering and then caught motion by the door out of the corner of his eye and gave her ( Chassella ) a momentary but full scan. Aside from anything else she might have stashed across her person, it was her clothes that set the alarm bells ringing in his senses.

“Kid, we got a customer.” he said, elbowing him in the side to drag him out of whatever hellish daydream he was having about his very near future. “See if the lady wants a drink.”

The Kid scowled at the interruption then followed his bosses line of sight and saw the woman at the end of the bar. He cheered up at that, they didn’t often get females in here and those that did were usually so terrifying that any barman like flirtations ran the very real risk of glass in the eye and a whimpering trip to the doc.

“What can I g-”

“Remember to tell her the specials.” Sal called out without averting his eyes from the holoscreen.

“Welcome to the Kark Off,” The Kid began in the stilted way of a telemarketer reading from a script. “Family friendly establishment. I am your server, T-”

“Get to the good bit!”

“We serve locally sourced beverages in a range of containers. We also do not allow weapons longer than 8 inches nor do we allow projectiles weaponry of any sort, aside from those which can be found around you.” He motioned his hand like a game show host's beautiful assistant at all the prizes you might win, in this case the assorted tables and chairs. “If you have understood these family friendly rules, I would be happy to take your order.” he finished and then played nervously with his beer soaked rag and smiled weakly.

“YOU BIG UGLY BASTARD!” Skip was out of his seat, which was unfortunate because he was about eye level with the edge of the bartop now and couldn’t see the screen. “YOU LEAVE HER ALONE!” he got back onto his seat, shaking with rage. The dragon having pinned the Twi’lek to the ground.

“Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeee’s toaaaaaaaaaaaaaast! she’s toast, she’s toast, she’s toast! SHEEEEEEEEEE’S TOASSSSSSSSSSSSST! Sheeeeeeeeee’s TooooAAAAAAASTTT!” the other side sang.

“Well bugger me, she really might be toast…” Sal said.

 

[Chassella]

Objective: Fight Night / Find a Missing Force Power Manual
Location: The Kark Off - The Slums, Eve
Tags: Salem Norongachi

Spoiler: Gear and Equipment

• Dress of Salvation - X
  • Taozin Amulet
  • G1 Omnilink
• Primary and Secondary Arms
  • Chassella's Twin Lightsaber Shotos
  • Whimsy Knife

To say the least, Chassella wasn’t exactly ideal for this kind of task.

In lacking any real sensitivity to the Force, Chassella did not have the preternatural awareness of her sisters, or any outright magical abilities to read a room and to see glimpses of the future. Instead, she had to rely solely on her intuition and what her five senses told her about the environment. As such, it was especially difficult for her to find something that was missing, because she couldn’t perceive an item’s signature through the Force. It was why her lightsabers had tracking dust incorporated into their construction, because otherwise, if she lost them on some desolate planet, they would never be found.

Chassella listened silently to the boy behind the bar as he spoke while being periodically interrupted by the somewhat impatient man behind the bar. Her expression, while not overtly negative, was somewhat faux, as if she was waiting for him to finish speaking, which ultimately, was exactly what she was doing.

With a deep breath, she handed the boy her long knife handle-first as a sign of cooperation and understanding. It was a replaceable weapon and only barely crossed the threshold of eight inches. As such, she gave it without much concern. However, she held onto her lightsabers, which didn’t technically violate the rule pertaining to weapon length.

“I’m sorry, I’ve taken vows of abstinence.” The diminutive assassin-priestess began with a soft smile towards the boy. “I would just like a glass of water, but that said…” There was a momentary pause as Chassella turned on her OmniLink. In the meantime, she caught a few more moments of the fight playing on the screens out of the corner of her eye. If it was any indication based on the panicked shouts of the patrons, the Twi’lek was losing badly. While shady bars like the Kark Off were known for showing gladiatorial bouts, she hadn’t expected to see a woman killed on live Holo TV during her mission. Chassella immediately found herself distracted by the bloody events transpiring on the television, that were in reality, taking place thousands of miles away. Nevertheless, she soon resumed scrolling through her OmniLink, until she found the three-dimensional holographic picture of the ancient-looking holobook that she was searching for.

“I am looking for a book.” She said with some measure of exasperation. In truth, Chassella only knew that the book was a comprehensive manual which detailed the history and application of a particularly rare Force technique. To her, the manual was largely worthless. However, her sect had sent her to find it, albeit in severe desperation.

“It was lost recently, and was recently pinpointed to this district of Eve.” Chassella continued. “My uhhh...boss, believes it fell into the hands of a gang.” The Atoan added with a frown, self-conscious of the fact that she had provided the boy with pathetically little information to work with.

 

[Salem Norongachi]

“Ughhh…” The Kid said, squinting at the holograph. “Do we...sell...books?” he called over his shoulder at Sal who, without a word, flipped a switch that illuminated a neon sign that flashed ‘BEER & WHISKEY!’ above the shelves of bottles. “I guess that's a no, miss.” he shot a furtive glance at Norongachi’s back and then found a glass which he topped up with water from a spout over a sink used to clean glasses.

“On the house,” The Kid said in a whisper as he set it before Chassella . “Don’t tell the boss, he doesn’t hold with water. Says it gets in the way of his profit margin.”

He jumped then, because Salem had appeared, as he often did, behind him without a sound or apparently going to the trouble of moving from where he’d been to where he now was. The dark haired human leaned over his shoulder, so close a cold sweat broke out down The Kids spine, he already saw the reprimands coming. If Norongachi yelled it would have been better but he never raised his voice, he just spoke flatly and plainly and flayed the skin off your bones with the matter-of-fact way you’d screwed up.

“I recognize that, pyrokinesis right?” it was one the first powers he’d learned in his training with the Jedi, honed to a deadly explosive edge later and now, mostly used in lieu of a lighter. Although back then they had instructors and holocrons to learn from, he’d never seen a training manual before. “Gang you say?” he gave his stubbled chin a scratch, eyeballed the water and filed it away for later. “No gangs around here that have even remotely force sensitive turds in their ranks, although could be they just got lucky and think they could turn a profit on the sale.”

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Objective/Location: Space, Meet with Mifletzet
Tags: Bundori Scherezade deWinter

Spoiler: Gear and Equipment

• EVA Suit - X
• Small Arms
  • Punisher Pistol
• Melee
  • Hekler'Kok VB-01
  • Whimsy Knife (2)
• Grenades
  • Class-A Thermal Detonator (2)

Ivixa couldn’t help but to feel a surge of confidence as she took off her space suit, showing off her pink bikini-clad form to the big space dragon in a slight mimicry of the assassin’s coy antics. While it was somewhat awkward hiding a vibroblade behind her back, she managed to play it off with the act of a shy, yet alluring woman, Her pistol, grenades, and two knives were strapped onto her bare legs, hidden safely behind her thighs so that the dragon couldn’t see them to deduce the treachery he was about to experience. As she played her act, her EVA suit floated out of the bubble, and upon seeing that, Ivixa knew that they were fully committed to the plan.

Now, it was success or certain death.

Careful not to turn her back to the dragon, Ivixa gave the creature a playful smile before dashing after the assassin as she dove into the mouth of the creature. Everything about the creature’s mouth was disgusting, but entering it was now the only option for her survival. In addition, due to the air present within the shield, the creature’s thoroughly nauseating smell reached her nostrils and made her want to gag. If oxygen deprivation or whatever was inside of the dragon didn’t kill her first, passing out from breathing whatever noxious fumes were inside of the creature’s stomach would.

Fortunately, passing the threshold between the limits of the dragon’s vision and the inside of it’s mouth, she no longer had to worry about hiding her weapons. And so, with a peppy cheer on her lips, once she was firmly on its tongue, she took out her vibroblade and primed the lethal implement for activation.

“I can’t believe this worked~” She whispered, although it was likely that the dragon would never be able to hear their conversation regardless. “Also, make sure to wait for me! I have short legs!” The diminutive Asa'nyx added with a coy grin as she was swept after the larger women into the belly of the beast...

 

[Chassella]

Objective: Fight Night / Find a Missing Force Power Manual
Location: The Kark Off - The Slums, Eve
Tags: Salem Norongachi

Spoiler: Gear and Equipment

• Dress of Salvation - X
  • Taozin Amulet
  • G1 Omnilink
• Primary and Secondary Arms
  • Chassella's Twin Lightsaber Shotos
  • Whimsy Knife

“It’s not exactly pyrokinesis.” Chassella began. Unfortunately, she didn’t really know much about the Force, only enough for her to have a basic recognition of its possible manifestations so that she could learn to fight against it in a martial context. “My bosses referred to it more as energy, rather than fire.” She continued. “Although, it can visually manifest in a manner that is similar to fire.” Taking a sip from the glass of water, Chassella frowned as she examined the holographic representation of the lost holobook.

“My uh...workplace has a large library of books like this. I don’t really make use of the ones like these, since I can’t really do anything with them myself. That said, there are some concerns that the gangs have a few Force-sensitive members who could make use of this.” Chassella added.

Chassella wasn’t old by any stretch of the definition, but she still had a grasp of galactic history and she knew that Force-sensitivity had become exponentially more common in recent years, due largely to the proliferation of Force-sensitive family dynasties. There was a reason why virtually every vibroblade on the market had a measure of resistance to lightsabers.

“Are you sure you don’t know anything about it?” The diminutive assassin-priestess finished as a frown shifted her features.

 

[Domino]

Objective: Gladiator a dragon
Location: Partially constructed 5 km sphere
Wearing: Personal Siege Gear [x]
Armament: Thunderdome!
Music [x]

Burning pain crept through the armored gauntlets of Domino's armor. First it felt like a sunburn before rapidly progressing to pressing a hand to the stove top, blisters formed and popped from the effort required not to be blown away. The crushgaunts she wore let her grab onto the blade of lightsabers but she'd never held on to one for this long. The talons of the dragon had protected the ground underneath them just as they had trapped the ends of her pike, but heat was still being conducted up the haft into her hands as she struggled to hold on behind her protective force barrier. That was the other thing saving her. The vacuum it contained didn't let the heat reach her and kept the torrent flowing around and away. Three seconds, five, ten, finally it petered out. It was Domino's turn.

Ignoring the pain screaming from her hands, the Twi'lek pulled herself back into the sphere while straightening her legs out and letting go of the pikesaber once again, sending her into a double kick straight towards her opponent's jaw. Still it wasn't enough, she needed more. Moments before impact, a sphere of kinetite formed around her feet and sent the behemoth reeling back from the sector's biggest sucker-punch ever as it delivered its own blow. A track of purplish blood squirted out as its jaw was forcibly kicked shut and splattered away from the scoured section of the sphere. As for herself, Domino allowed momentum to carry her on as she twisted about 'above' her nemesis using a jackknife kick to spin her about to face him once more. Drawing her still burning hands back, electricity crackled between them as she trust them forward to send a maelstrom of lighting forward to arc across the dragon. Her rebuttal to his earlier attack.

 

[Sasmay Cull]

​

OBJECTIVE: Cheer On Domino
LOCATION: Having a drink and watching the show
WEARING: Phase II Haywire Armor with no helmet on top of UL-13 Corporis Skin Suit with helmet

The men behind her began discussing quietly between each other. Well, as quiet as drunk men could. She took another sip, watching the screen with a grimace and other appropriate responses before the pair behind her picked up volume. Her eyes slid to them, hands on her helmet as their voices slowly picked up volume.

"That dragon is gonna smear-"
"You don't know-"
"Like 'ell-"
"Oh take a right lean in the wind and-"
"You kriffin-"

The sound of a chair being picked up had drawn her attention away from the final show of lightning as a chair was caught with her back. She licked her lips, slowly placing the helmet on her head as she saw red. The back of the chair having smacked her skull before the pair behind her went deathly silent. She looked up to the corner of the room, staring at nothing while the two behind her desperately tried to blame one another.

Instead of speaking, she tapped the broadcast into her comms, eyes seeing into the middle distance as she moved. She picked up the pair by their waists and drug them outside after a bit of catchy-catchy chasey-chasey. Placing them in the side alley, she motioned for the pair to begin, earning a stare from both.

"You wanted to fight it out. Get on with it." She prompted, leaning as the pair stared awkwardly at each other.

 

[Madame Cognito]

Objective: Meeting up with Sal at the Kark Off.
Location: Down the street at the Paradiso Club.
Wearing: an All White Fur Coat, Red Wine calf length dress with a white stilettos
Armament: A killer assassin squad.

White heels clacked against the metal grating on the sidewalk followed by the sight and sound of five other black booted heels impacting. A smirk doused her lips as she looked back at her entourage of scantily clad strippers. This was a special occasion and only the A Squad could leave the club to enjoy the Festival of Dragons. Her inferior B Squad was writhing and undulating it up for the poor slubs of The Slums that were addicted to the puss-puss and foregoing the awesomeness of freakin dragons. Arya's squad was accessorized with repeater rifles and knives holding their hair into neat updos.

As the group rounded the corner to the view of the Kark-Off, A dragon of impressive size roared across the Slums of Scintilla. Arya was taken aback and gasped in giddy amazement at the sight while some of her girls tried to mock aim at it. The group was suddenly at a standstill as Arya noticed what her girls had done. That action resorted in a dirty look from Arya. "OKAY SLUTS! What the actual hell?! These magnificent creatures are not to be harmed or mockingly so! Whoever did that shit gets the greasy, nasty patrons that come from the engineering bays on the twilight shift." Within moments, the group resumed their walk to the Kark-Off as Arya led the way.

-CUT TO SCENE OF NEXT DAY WITH ENGINEERS-
Grimacing nearly tearing up almost nude women covered in body frost and shine back their seductive lap dancing for engineers that smelled to high heaven of oil, grease, and body odor while looking like drowned greased up rats. Arya looked on with devilish amusement from her interior office balcony.
-BACK TO PRESENT-

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Objective: Fight Night / Stir some trouble
Location: The Kark Off - The Slums, Eve
NPC: Jared Ovmar, the ol' bastard
Tags: Salem Norongachi | Chassella

A man walked into the Kark Off.

Unassuming man.

Mane more gray than black these days, but eyes still sharp as blue. They glanced throughout the establishment. Perhaps it was more accurate to say that they scanned it. Difficult to say why he was here. Then again, why was anyone ever anywhere? Fate, appointment, reflexive need to stay relevant, any number of other excuses could work.

Suffice it to say that he was for the moment here. Did anything else really matter for now?

It didn't take long for him to find the face of the other ol' bastard. Good old Sally. He didn't immediately interrupt them, instead moving through the crowd without a care. Every once in a while someone would step in front of his path. Then they'd shake their head, instinctively moving away, just before he reached them. A path opening up. Some men electrified alcohol, others... electrified minds so that their owners didn't inconvenience them. Until he got to the bar and the Kid.

"Appletini, please." Ovmar drawled, settling down on the seat next to Salem and Chassella. "Royally with the tini, ah?"

Then glancing on over to the duo near him.

"Gangs often find kids with potential in their ranks, miss. It's cus' of so many Forcers leaving bastards in their wake." A grin there. That grin. If it hadn't been for the eyes, the voice, then that infernal annoying garbage grin would have solidified for Salem just who was sitting next to them. "But the question ya should ask yourself is... what sort of gang can actually read a book like that, mmm?"

 

[Raymond Mosses]

Ray had decided to walk along the lay ways and corridors of the slums to see what he could see. And boy did he see things. SO MANY THINGS.... He was always amazed at the filth and depravity of this section of the Scintilla. Why Sal put his bar here was no mystery of the ages. The clientele were criminals mostly. they had cred for booze and paid extra for No Questions Asked policy of the joint. Ray was not sure what made him turn and walk out of the place. Something about the atmosphere just did not seem right. He was sure he saw at least four Falleen in the seconds he was standing at the door. The are seven too many Falleen for him. Every time he went into the place lately he ended up bruised and aching in places he should not be bruised and aching, and he was sure the new bartender Sal hired was trying to kill him.

"Can you spare a credit for an old man a kid said off to Rays left. The boy walked up and held out his hands. Ray had some extra so He reached into his pocket grabbed a credit ship and handed to the kid. As the credits hit the young man's hands twelve more kids came out and tackled him. Emptied his pockets kicked him a few times and too once of his shoes. The mod of small bandit ran away laughing and calling Ray names. One kid stay behind long enough to release himself on ray and kick him one last time. Ray looked up and the boy who was looking back at him smiling.

"You should be more careful mister, These are dangerous streets." said the boy who then turned and ran away. Ray lay on the ground with what he was sure were bruised ribs aching all over his body from the kicking and extremely uncomfortable wearing one shoe.

"Well at least they did not stab me," said Ray exasperated and wheezing. Ray stood up using the wall to aid his rise to his feet and to stabilize himself once he was up. He looked down at his one sho and wondered why they only took one. He envisioned some old Chandler tye of overseer or whatever evil thing managed to keep up with those monster seed things standing there with a peg leg needing just one shoe. Ray hoped they got the wrong one. Then he thought wait if they did get the wrong one will they be coming back. Ray reached down and took off his one shoe and sat it on the ground at the wall where the kids had beaten him. "There if they come back for the right shoe if they will find it and not find me," ray said to no one. He looked around and took off walking back to the Kark Off in his baby yoda socks.

 

[Dasmi Lindervale]

ALLIES: Alwine Daye
LOCATION: On the meeting Disc
WEARING: Space Suit
(DUAL)OBJECTIVE: Oh force that is...that's a big boi. What would be chasing you!?

His heart was pounding in his chest, the pilots and everyone with them following suit in the bow and quietly staring as the speaker did her work. Dimitri could not help but remain in awe of just how fethin large this being was. There was a pause between the speaker...well, speaking. And the dragon's reply. Which had the admiral nervously scanning the area before the great being spoke and he blew out a breath.

How in the force were they going to help fight the thing chasing...this!? If they were scared, it wouldn't be to far flung to say the lot of them should have been scared also. Alwine mentioned the Armada helping, and Dimitri blinked. Had that been the thing Rime's was trying to tell him about before boarding the shuttle? Sounded right. "Y-Yes. We stand with you. Wait. Mifa-mifl...the enemy is already here?" His eyes shot to Alwine before he tapped his comm link and leaned away.

"Someone tap me into the comm-line of the group currently engaging the enemy force on approach." He hissed through the line, an all too familiar voice chiming over the line.

"Already done admiral. Patching you through. I believe it is Miss Scherezade deWinter leading the group." Rime's spoke through the line, a long series of connections made before he had left to connect him to the other end. It was static however, the group having already moved into the mouth of the beast and leaving him blowing out a breath in defeat.

"Rimes, move something to intercept anything coming from that sector. Whatever is available. Over and out." He sighed, unsure of just what that could possibly be much to his dismay. Instinctively, his hand moved towards his brow, a soft tink as glove met helmet and he quietly stood for a moment, wondering about his life choices.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Meeting up with Mifletzet.
Wearing: Space suit. Bodysuit beneath it.
Wielding: 2 Whimsy Knife
Tags: Bundori Ivixa Nera'kas +Open!

It was very hard for Scherezade not to burst into giggles as she took that step into the dragon's mouth. Out of the sight of line of Mifletzet, Bundori and Ivixa would have an easy time seeing her shoulders go up and down as she did her best to control her volume, not overly caring about the visible showing of it.

She heard Ivixa's request, and she turned around and nodded. The green glow of her eyes flashed with full mischief. This was going to be so awesome!

A few buttons punched into her side, Scherezade nodded. "We're still within 100 meters of the ship, right?" she asked, making her voice sound as innocent as it possibly could. "Yes ma'am," answered one of the ship's crewmen.

It was time.

"Bundori, Ivixa…" Scherezade smiled towards the two and then screamed with the joy only someone who truly and fully loved glitter could express, "hang on for dear life!"

Scherezade grabbed the disc that had been attached to her mid-section and raised it. The dragon's mouth was high enough. Before he could clamp his jaw shut, something flew into the area - a hose, made of several different forms of metal and advanced tech that allowed to maintain some flexibility.

Her idea had been sort of taken directly from Dimitri Lindzinsky 's actions above Ryloth - the ship they had arrived on was filled to the brim in acid glitter. The hose? Would let them spray it inside the dragon. So to answer the question of how do you kill a 7 kilometer long dragon, is with love and glitter.

Without waiting, Scherezade jumped straight into Mifletzet's throat. "Give me a sound and give me the night, let us see it all tonight," she mumbled as the slide began. All the other two had to do was hold on to the hose, and they would remain close enough to both be protected by the shield that was moving with them - and enjoy the effect of Scherezade's spell, which would grant them night vision, even if they weren't Force Sensitive (unless they were Force Dead).

And now they were going in. Mifletzet's jaw shut in surprise, but the hoze was, for the moment, holding.

The three would not have much time though before it no longer would. And they could hear Mifletzet attempting to chew on the hoze that kept taking them deeper and deeper into his body.

"Almost at the heart!" she yelled towards the others, "Get ready to slice through so we can hit it!"

 

[Luna Vega]

The Semi Big Bad
Location: Space | Enroute to Scherezade and Mifletzet
Wearing: Spacesuit | Leathers and tank
Tags: Scherezade deWinter | Ivixa Nera'kas + Others


Now.

"Nooooooooo...." Echoed.

Echoes through the Force.

Don't kill him, Scherezade!

No. No. No. No.

No.

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Earlier..

Space. The gear. The gadgets. The ships. It was the natural habitat of Vega, the space pirate. She watched from a distance, not too far behind Scherezade and the others. Anticipation thrummed in her bones, sang in her blood.

Luna knew her plans, but the plans of everyone else...

A shakey breath, one to rattle her rib cage- aimed to center her from within that spacesuit. "Doona be too late...pllas."

Help me, girl.

Blue brows furrowed in the confines of the helm and for what seemed to be -and take- eons, Luna registered what and where the voice had come from.

There was so little time and the speed of which she rode a ship... much like a board to surf great and unruly oceans -or it felt like it- was not fast enough. The pirate urged it to match the crazy beat of her heart to no avail.

All she could do was scream. Come flipping off and on wildly.

Luna wished none of them dead. Not Scherezade. Not the team.

Not Mifletzet.

In Luna Vega's mind, this great magical beast- one of a kind- was seen as a threat. He was more than that. Was it because of his size, because he was different? Mifletzet represented Chaos. He represented them.

If she could reach them. Reach him. Maybe she could make them see the advantage of sparing him, allying with great hunters of space.

Don't kill him, Scherezade!