The Amalgam
Darth Phyre II
Arrived on Nar Shaddaa in: Corrupted Flesh (X-70B Phantom Class Yacht)
Wearing: Resistance Epidermis
Armed with: Skin Shears (Purple Double Bladed Lightsaber)
First Degree Burn (High Capacity Laser Pistol)
Novastreak (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/126580-ai-331m-novastreak-heavy-weapon-system/)
She hated Nar Shaddaa. She hated the smell, the crowds, the life. It was irritating. Completely and totally irritating.
Nar Shaddaa reminded her of The Underworks on Coruscant. She'd grown up in the aftermath of The Gulag Plague. When she had been still a mere thief and murderer at fifty, having only recently taught herself to read and write at that troubled time in her life, she had been shocked at reading a history of the Underworks, about how parts of it actually used to be fun.
The Underworks she had endured had just spent decades dragging itself out of the horrors of the plague. People who had thought the Underworks during the Clone Wars had been terrible would have been appalled at the conditions after the Plague. It had been years before she had taught herself to read and write, so focused on stealing and killing to stay alive that she simply hadn't had the time.
Over three centuries had passed since those days, and The Amalgam had long since ceased being a weakling. The Dark Side had provided her power and purpose, and she was zealously devoted to advancing its cause. But having to advance it on Nar Shaddaa brought back bad memories.
Nar Shaddaa was basically the underworks, but all the time.. She acknowledged the cleverness of coming to hide here, as the mass of life made it difficult to sense a Jedi, to say nothing of the fact that many other Force Users came here these days, and were far more open about it.
But still...it was a predictable tactic, especially for a Jedi. The Amalgam hated it when they ran to Nar Shaddaa to escape her.
If it had been anyone else, even the Shi'ido's normally busybody nature might have just decided to cut him loose, let him off the hook, rather than endure yet another hunt through narrow alleys, air so choked with smog and pollutants she'd had to bring a breath mask and everybody ready to stick you the moment you let your guard down. She loved a challenge, but on Nar Shaddaa, challenges had a habit of becoming chores.
But this was no ordinary Jedi that The Amalgam sought. This Was Hadrian Amox, a member of The Marksmen.
One of Ursula's friends.
That was why the stunning, curvy shapeshifter who had spent years honing her appearance to seduce the widest number of humans and near humans possible, was patiently taking her time to leave the vessel after she had landed, having a glass of iced tea from her fridge in the mess area, which was colored obsidian, the red floral pattern from her bedroom present on the counters and cabinets as well. The black and red scheme went everywhere on the ship with the exception of engineering.
As she sipped her tea, she stared at a photo of Uri Udinia, better known as Maple Harte, in her hand. Just staring into her green eyes stoked fury in the 'currently' beautiful shapeshifter's otherwise malevolently empty purple ones. She would take pleasure, killing another of Udinia's friends.
She finished her tea, crushing the photo, and rose to retrieve her weapons, already wearing her Resistance Epidermis, a skin tight combat suit that bore an off white, almost fleshy color.
She hooked her lightsaber to her belt, slipped her white and gold laser pistol into her holster, the only weapon she trusted as much as her lightsaber, and took a case fitted in reflec containing her newest weapon--a Novastreak Rifle from Aurora Industries, and headed off to began her hunt of Hadrian, who'd been betrayed by a man he had saved with the Force for a pittance of credits. She'd drained the man of life after she paid him for his info, taking her credits back.
Hadrian was believed to be hiding in an apartment complex three kilometers west of the docking pad she had landed her sterile white vessel with a red trim on. She'd chosen some place far, where the taint of the vessel could not easily be picked out and she could have enough lead time to approach, cloaking her nature in the Force and walking down hatefully familiar dank and smelly streets.
[member="Kel Novastar"]
Wearing: Resistance Epidermis
Armed with: Skin Shears (Purple Double Bladed Lightsaber)
First Degree Burn (High Capacity Laser Pistol)
Novastreak (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/126580-ai-331m-novastreak-heavy-weapon-system/)
She hated Nar Shaddaa. She hated the smell, the crowds, the life. It was irritating. Completely and totally irritating.
Nar Shaddaa reminded her of The Underworks on Coruscant. She'd grown up in the aftermath of The Gulag Plague. When she had been still a mere thief and murderer at fifty, having only recently taught herself to read and write at that troubled time in her life, she had been shocked at reading a history of the Underworks, about how parts of it actually used to be fun.
The Underworks she had endured had just spent decades dragging itself out of the horrors of the plague. People who had thought the Underworks during the Clone Wars had been terrible would have been appalled at the conditions after the Plague. It had been years before she had taught herself to read and write, so focused on stealing and killing to stay alive that she simply hadn't had the time.
Over three centuries had passed since those days, and The Amalgam had long since ceased being a weakling. The Dark Side had provided her power and purpose, and she was zealously devoted to advancing its cause. But having to advance it on Nar Shaddaa brought back bad memories.
Nar Shaddaa was basically the underworks, but all the time.. She acknowledged the cleverness of coming to hide here, as the mass of life made it difficult to sense a Jedi, to say nothing of the fact that many other Force Users came here these days, and were far more open about it.
But still...it was a predictable tactic, especially for a Jedi. The Amalgam hated it when they ran to Nar Shaddaa to escape her.
If it had been anyone else, even the Shi'ido's normally busybody nature might have just decided to cut him loose, let him off the hook, rather than endure yet another hunt through narrow alleys, air so choked with smog and pollutants she'd had to bring a breath mask and everybody ready to stick you the moment you let your guard down. She loved a challenge, but on Nar Shaddaa, challenges had a habit of becoming chores.
But this was no ordinary Jedi that The Amalgam sought. This Was Hadrian Amox, a member of The Marksmen.
One of Ursula's friends.
That was why the stunning, curvy shapeshifter who had spent years honing her appearance to seduce the widest number of humans and near humans possible, was patiently taking her time to leave the vessel after she had landed, having a glass of iced tea from her fridge in the mess area, which was colored obsidian, the red floral pattern from her bedroom present on the counters and cabinets as well. The black and red scheme went everywhere on the ship with the exception of engineering.
As she sipped her tea, she stared at a photo of Uri Udinia, better known as Maple Harte, in her hand. Just staring into her green eyes stoked fury in the 'currently' beautiful shapeshifter's otherwise malevolently empty purple ones. She would take pleasure, killing another of Udinia's friends.
She finished her tea, crushing the photo, and rose to retrieve her weapons, already wearing her Resistance Epidermis, a skin tight combat suit that bore an off white, almost fleshy color.
She hooked her lightsaber to her belt, slipped her white and gold laser pistol into her holster, the only weapon she trusted as much as her lightsaber, and took a case fitted in reflec containing her newest weapon--a Novastreak Rifle from Aurora Industries, and headed off to began her hunt of Hadrian, who'd been betrayed by a man he had saved with the Force for a pittance of credits. She'd drained the man of life after she paid him for his info, taking her credits back.
Hadrian was believed to be hiding in an apartment complex three kilometers west of the docking pad she had landed her sterile white vessel with a red trim on. She'd chosen some place far, where the taint of the vessel could not easily be picked out and she could have enough lead time to approach, cloaking her nature in the Force and walking down hatefully familiar dank and smelly streets.
[member="Kel Novastar"]