It's a Trap!

[Amarant]

(OOC: A deal's a deal. Still, Ash doesn't play fair.)


Myrkr


[member="Darth Odium"] [member="Ember Rekali"]


Ash...waited. The usefulness of being a stealth-coated assassin droid is that you developed subroutines for patience. Schema and logic for playing head games. Algorithms for coiling like a snake, waiting for your moment. His Heuristic brain was calculating every spare piece of info he could on this Odium character. Little was confirmed, even by the Sun's Dark holonet. Still, he had pull in the One Sith. He was a Monster. He was deadly.


The Man was known for killing, and taking joy in it. Had a supposed talent for alchemy. Hated people. Wanted Ember Rekali for some reason. Was ti for the moon? Surely, the big green horror was in it for more than just some giant civic works project. Regardless, he had the security keys and location of the moon now. If Odium wanted it, he'd have to get it from Ash.


Conveniently, Ash sat in a tree, waiting for this duel to unfold. He'd make his move in due time. Until then, he'd enjoy the show.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

For reasons best left undisclosed, Ember was both present and not. His armour was a replica made of cheap but well-painted metal; he himself was a droid. Not the best body double ever, but with Mandos, quality wasn't an issue.

Just go with it.

[member="Darth Odium"]

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Mr. Ash"] [member="Ember Rekali"]

The Sith guided his ship toward the world below. He was a liar, a theif, a murderer, and a number of other things, but this time he was looking forward to this. The large ship stopped in low orbit and he began to scan for other ships and they were here. Mandalorian patrols, independent transponders as well likely dropping criminals or cleared to hunt on the surface.

It was a trap the lack of harasment from a horde of angry bucket heads spewing laserfire told him that much. Either, that or the Mandos learned to relax...his money was not on that, however. He grabbed his satchel, saberstaff and the bone necklace with Rasho and Lews Therin's spirits bound to them. The hold was loose he had hours before the bindings on them would break without the force but if this went as planned it wouldn't take long.

He walked to grab a Portable Scanner just in case and his satchel with a few grenades and a collection of data he had put together on various persons of interest. Why? Was he just that disloyal? Did he figure out a way to circumvent the dark mark's hold? Was he afraid to die at Rekali's hands? It would have to wait to be seen. He climbed into an old E-wing he had stolen from the One Sith's ancient junk collection and made the short trip to the surface.

In minutes he was out of the ship and walking through the jungle the hunger that normally drove him slightly dulled in the force nullification field the Ysalamir made. He felt far from the being he would normally be, it wouldn't be a bad place to die...even if Quinn wasn't here.

 

[Airal Thamne]

Airal was in a tree blind and noticed the trip down to the surface. She waited patiently, for him to get in sight of her scope, following his thermal image before BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Four shots from a sniper rifle rang out into the air as the sped towards the man suddenly and out of no where. She was a good shot but wanted to make sure she hit her mark, so thus the 4 shots in quick succession. It was going to be a fun day she thought as she hid in her tree blind and prepared to fire again should it not of been enough.

[member="Darth Odium"]
[member="Ember Rekali"]
[member="Mr. Ash"]

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Mr. Ash"] [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Airal Thamne"]

Odium dropped into the still water of the swamp near his ship and began wading toward the other ships he had seen. Steam rose from the water's glossy surface as he sent ripples in his wake. His green skin welcomed the moisture as he checked his scanner. Their were strange readings multiple readings that made him wonder.

Ahead according the the readout a large sentient sized biological was on an elevated spot in the thick trees. He looked up to peer into the distance just in time to see a muzzle flash. He quickly fell back into the water and suck limp beneath the surface of the water and all went eerily silent.

 

[Amarant]

Ash dropped down from his tree, groaning as he tapped his commlink. "Could've waited until he got near us to start shooting, kiddo," he said calmly. "Hot-blooded assaults aren't what you throw at Sith. They enjoy that kind of fething sheb-show."

He switched to his thermals and began to walk by the water, not entering it. Nautolans were natives to water, lovers of their home turf. Jumping would be stupid. Besides, this would be better. He walked towards the landed craft of the Sith. Not a bad ship. hardly the most luxurious transport, but far from a pile of crap. It looked nice, actually. He sighed, walking to the door and pulling out an arc welder. Time to open things up....


(OOC: well, that plan went south. Time to improvise, whee!)


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