Imbalanced.

[Seris Vant]

[member="Lady Hel"]
Zolan - Lambda Sector

There is a natural order to the universe. And that order is chaos. And the only thing from letting chaos reign is balance. Balace is the many individual and collaborative efforts that checks things. The good deeds done. Yet it is a two way street because one can tip the scales towards chaos. And until the end of time shall this act go on. Cypher was just another player.

The breeze waved the fields of grass in a rhythmic pattern. Cypher had a beautiful panoramic view from atop a small hill. Zolan was a beautiful world if you were out of the swamps. Few planets out of the galactic central area had such lushness. A true shame. A strong gust came upon him and gripped at his cloak; sending it billowing about. No mind was paid to it. He had a meeting atop this hill with a woman he'd never met before, only heard about. And he was without his guards, only himself, a speeder and his weapons. She was a terrorist, he was an employer. And soon they'd have their one and only contact for the time being at least. Cypher tugged up his mask a little more, wary of his identity.

 

[Edric Vanyan]

Hel moved with grace and silence, her feet moving over the earth below her. Her robes and helmet seemed to move and shift on its own, moving and running around her as it kept body shrouded. Her hair seemed to have the same effect, ebony black as her robes and moving on its own seemingly as she made her way to the man. He had hired her, she knew not what for, but she did find her eyes drifting to run over him and study his stance. She was still echani at heart and while Hel suppressed the weak, merciful part, Hel was something far different. She was a cruel, cold, seductive, and merciless force user that controlled and fed on fear, both her own and those around her, whether friend or enemy. [member="Cypher"]

 

[Seris Vant]

[member="Lady Hel"]

Cypher of course looked over the woman as she did to him. "Well a black clad terrorist. I suppose it is most befitting". His arms folded across each other. They were almost opposite sides of a coin by color. Her in black; he in white. But things were all really just shades of grey. Few things are so truly so plain in this galaxy. Where they both sat on that line of good and evil was really unknown. "Are you prepared to hear the details of this mission? Acceptance to listen is to agree to the contract in full to its end".

 

[Edric Vanyan]

"Speak fast and dont waste my time, i have important business to attend to and im curious as to what you have to offer in terms of a mission, i do hope that it isnt something that is absolutely a waste of time though. No offense but every moment i hear from others that sound a bit annoying waste time that could be spent planning... that and i really hate being out in the open." [member="Cypher"]

 

[Seris Vant]

[member="Lady Hel"]

"Very well then". Cypher dropped his arms down and turned his back to her. In a moment he retrieved a small disk from the speeder. It was a holo-disk. Activating it brought forth a 3d rendering of what looked like a Shipyard. "This is the main Druckenwell Shipyard. Located of course at Druckenwell in Confederate Space. My benefactors want as much of the yard destroyed as possible. Especially the key components and structures. Those are a must. That is the only goal of your mission. Any sizable ships sunk may net you a bonus. Have you any questions right now; ask; for it is the only time to do so".

 

[Edric Vanyan]

"Ill do it, itll take some time but ill do it. Before it is done though you will receive the drop off info for the initial down payment, and bonuses will be retrieved three days after the attack on their shipyards. Once done we will be done, not another word unless you have another job past that point, agreed?" She stopped speaking and watched him carefully, her hands on her sabers in case he attempted something to remove her when she wasnt looking. [member="Cypher"]

 

[Seris Vant]

[member="Lady Hel"]

"I figured you'll get your down payment now". Cypher reached in to his cloak and pulled out a small polymer container. He shook it about and only the faintest noise from its contents. "There is a very small chip of pure aurodium. Quite enough as initial payment". Cypher tossed the container through the air to her. "When you have completed the mission; you must go to The Wheel. Two weeks from the day of the attack, someone will be waiting with payment and a bonus if necessary. All if successful of course. And I should mention; information only ever flows from top to bottom. And only if need be. Not that you can contact me anyways. Keeps everything very hush. And that keeps the players safe. I bid you good luck". His cloak whipped around and a leg tossed over his speeder bike. With a turn of a key the engine roared to life. He gave a nod to the woman and sped off like a bat out of hell. She was rather demanding in trying to set the rules of play; but that's just not how things work. A crank of the throttle output more thrust, and he was well in to the distance now.