Kalinka, Ka-Kalinka, Ka-Ka-Linka, Kakdyla [Dominion of the Kalinda System | Hex R-43]

[Eternal Spark]

Morning in Verena City, the city awakes
To the snow falling on people’s heads,
The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes
And the snow keeps falling on,
There’s big flakes as huge as your ego,
There’s tiny flakes soft as a song,
And a villain awaits, for people of the CIS
While the snow keeps falling on.​

Verena City, the jewel of Kirima, the only habitable planet in the Kalinda System. The Monarchy vanished without a trace two weeks ago, and the capital city has turned into a war zone as pockets of local gangs rose, attempting to gain control over the city and the planet.

Objective 1: Find the Royal Family​

Whispers and rumors claim the Royal Family did not vanish, but were kidnapped by Kamstricht, their royal advisor, and are hidden at Rodan’s Galactic Exotic Art museum. Find your way to the museum and save them before Kamstricht gives them the royal Tzar family treatment.

Objective 2: Clean the Streets [ground fight]​

With gangs at every corner, both the rich and the poor are in danger. Find leaders, execute them, make the streets safe for the civilians of Verena City.

Objective 3: We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and fight!​

Welcome to the SaSiss Bar, where the booze is expensive, but the girls are not. Grab your friends, grab your beers, just don’t tell [member="Darth Metus"] that the bill will be covered by the Confederacy.

Objective 4: Do Your Own Thing​

As always, you are welcome to come planetside and do your own thing! There are two more cities to explore (Jael City and Shamd City), mountain tops, steal things, screw things up, or just dance in the snow. It’s entirely up to you!

Spoiler

[member=A'Runda]
[member=Akabane]
[member=Alexandrite]
[member="Alora Fae"]
[member="Alvarex Zambrano"]
[member="Alwine Lechner"]
[member="Amarant deWinter"]
[member="Amaya Cardei"]
[member="Amethyst Atreides"]
[member="Amethyst Sovereign"]
[member="Andi Americus"]
[member="Anya Malvern"]
[member="Arabella Darkhold"]
[member="Archim Calixis"]
[member="Ari Zanareth"]
[member=Arlox]
[member="Aston Jacobs"]
[member="Aya Clarke"]
[member=Azmodan]
[member="Betty Americus"]
[member="Billy Americus"]
[member="Braan Kell"]
[member="Bandit Six"]
[member="Caid Centurion"]
[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]
[member="Carith Thelcar"]
[member="Chikako Liona"]
[member="Cim Salro"]
[member="Corvus Dravere"]
[member="Daisy Americus"]
[member="Danger Arceneau"]
[member="Daniel Americus"]
[member="Dalton Kenway"]
@Darth Rixas
[member="Darth Tacitus"]
[member="Darth Zurvan"]
[member="Daxton Bane"]
[member="Derek Dib"]
[member=Dhakarta]
[member=Drauchir]
[member="Ella Nova"]
[member="Erin Tenel"]
[member="Fawn Alzi"]
[member="Gerwald Lechner"]
[member="Hadashah Vi'dreya"]
[member="Isarn Apis"]
[member="Ithiel Verd"]
[member="Jade Isara"]
[member="Jamie Pyne"]
[member="Jennifer Blanchard"]
[member=Jorge]
[member="Jyoti Nooran"]
[member="Kalee Bladesworn"]
[member="Kaptan Americus"]
[member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]
[member="Kasca Fen"]
[member="Katria Vekarr"]
[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
[member="Kayla Wylen"]
[member=Kilia]
[member=Kingsley]
[member="Kip Ridel"]
[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]
[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
[member=Kyber]
[member="Kyle Naktis"]
[member="Lady Psyona"]
[member="Luna Terrik"]
[member="Luna Vega"]
[member="Lyla Quinn"]
[member="Maple Harte"]
[member="Marek Starchaser"]
[member="Minerva Vessia"]
[member="Muad Dib"]
[member="Natasha Darkstar"]
[member="Nine Lives"]
[member="Petra Cavataio"]
@Popara the Great
[member="Qaarssk Roark"]
[member="Razelle Breuner"]
[member="Roy Americus"]
[member="Rylan Kordel"]
[member="Samantha Jade"]
[member="Sander Europa"]
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
[member="Sola Marr"]
[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]
[member="Srina Talon"]
[member="Tex Americus"]
[member="Teyla Ee'everwest"]
[member="Thalira Kiing"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
[member=Traveler]
[member=Umai]
[member="Varick Lechner"]
[member="Veronika Fleischer"]
[member="Vyra Silara"]
[member=Xenro]
[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]
[member="Zephyr Carrick"]
[member=Zhai'ellev]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Objective: 1
Wearing: Armor | leather pants | combat boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives, Fire and Smoke (lightsabers), 5 Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="Daisy Americus"] + anyone who'll join
Post: 1

It had been too long since she'd been on a cool planet. The heat of Tatooine, Geonosis, and Felacat had removed a little more of her will to breathe, and comfortable planets seemed to be lacking since her banishment fro Ryloth. But now... Now, at last, they were on a planet that didn't demand a prayer for a breeze, which make walking while covered in so much gear much easier.

Her armor was on her for the first time. Aided by [member="Darth Metus"] in its construction, the black and green framed her body, emphasizing parts she hadn't entirely realized she had, causing her the green of her eyes to glow even more. She had not structured it as a fashion item... Except for the feathers. Yet as well as protective, this was exactly what it was. From a distance, she thought she looked like a weird mystic raven of sorts. The green hues that radiated from her though, seemed to only emphasize the black around her eyes and the look of pain that she could never get rid of, because the pain never stopped. Two months later and she could still feel it with every breath she took.

But at least... At least she was not alone on this mission. It had been months since she'd been partnered up for a mission, usually doing things on her own or finding people during the mission to teamwork with. This time, she didn't want that to happen. She'd turned to [member="Daisy Americus"] and offered her to come with her. It was going to be Daisy's last opportunity to work with Scherezade, for at least a few months, but maybe forever. Daisy also knew why.

Scherezade had two people before she entered the Darkness, and she had none when she came out. But... But things were changing. She had more than two people now. She had thought it would make things better. Instead it only highlighted to her how not better things were, despite that. Even with the help of the Silver Jedi... No.

But they could talk about that later, over beer and cream. They had a mission to complete first. There was a royal family that had to be saved. Force, she hated royal families.

Combat boots drug against the cobbles of the street as the two girls walked on, one blonde and one brunette.

"Three more blocks to the museum," Scherezade murmured, "I don't understand why we can't just blow the place up. If they've been gone for two weeks they're most likely dead anyway."

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Location: Streets of Verena | Time: Early Morning | Objective: Interrogation | Tags: ​

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Verena had fallen far from the jewel it was once regarded as. With the disappearance of the royal family, the common man was left with no defense against the raging gang war that ensued. Whole buildings had been set to fire and it was no strange thing to find a body left soulless in the middle of the street or the backside of an alley.

The Knight’s Obsidian had been dispatched to infiltrate and eliminate the leaders of the local gangs. They had been planetside for only a few days, yet already they had identified the leader of one of the more prominent gangs, The Bloody Rancors. A gang filled with cutthroats and killers, they had been a blight on the planet for almost three decades and showed little sign of degradation, until the Knight’s Obsidian arrived.

A sickening crunch echoed through the dark room as Cardinal’s fist slammed into the face of the human sitting before him. A captured Lieutenant of the Rancors, the man had been in interrogation for almost two hours. Blood spilled freely from his nose and each of his eyes had been blackened to the point where they were practically swollen shut.

“Where is your hideout?” Cardinal asked, his tone matching one of extreme agitation. He had asked the question at least five times, and was growing closer to the point of ending the man’s life.

“Go kark yourself…” The gang member muttered, spitting out a slob of blood at the Dominus Prime’s feet. The reaction was not exactly a surprise. In fact, most of the members of the Rancor gang had proven to be rather loyal to their own. Perhaps there was honor among thieves, or at least murderers. Cardinal did not bother with the man any further, he knew there were other Knights in the room more inclined to torture. He would let them have their turn.

 

[Darth Miseria]

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Objective 1: Find The Royal Family​

Post 1 ​

[member=Scherezade deWinter] | [member=Daisy Americus]​

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Kirima had a strange air to it. It was the only habitable planet in it's entire system and that made Dianah feel rather lonely on it's behalf. Despite the isolated atmosphere it was true to it's claim. It was indeed very habitable. When the ship touched down she could hardly believe this was a place plagued with bandits and groups of misfits, but it was. That was the whole purpose of the Confederacy being here. Before stepping off the ramp, she adjusted her brand new armour. It was a snug fit, tailored exactly to her measurements. The armour had come as somewhat of a surprise, along with her eldest brother arriving home from his mysterious travels. But she treasured it dearly. He had a matching set of his own. Together they made up "The Derriphan Siblings". A name they hoped would carry its own weight eventually.

She was spending too much time in front of the mirror. As usual, she was already late. Clipped to her belt was her trusty saber she had affectionately nicknamed Bubbles. Aside from these few pieces of equipment the only other thing she brought was herself. The ships ramp crashed loudly against the stone floor. Her eyes rolled heavily up toward the ceiling. Her pilot still needed to get the hang of dropping that thing properly. Dianah walked quickly through the ship toward the exit. There was no need to don the silver helmet yet so instead she clutched it tightly at her side.

When she exited the ship she could see the bobbing silhouettes of [member=Scherezade deWinter] and [member=Daisy Americus] growing smaller and smaller in the distance. They were already far enough away to warrant Dianah to break out into a quick jog. Her arm waved wildly above her head and she called out, hopefully loud enough for one of them to hear.

'HEY. Wait! Wait for me!'

 

[Darth Ivum]

Objective: Interrogation​

Post 1​

[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]​

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[SIZE=9pt]Well, this interrogation got dry really quickly. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The Dominus Prime asked the poor Lieutenant the Bloody Rancors’ hideout location several time by now. Each time, the soul refused to give in or even say anything remotely helpful to their case. Each time, that resistance was meant with a strike or two from Cardinal’s own hand. The Prime’s hand was doused in crimson blood that slowly made its way down a knuckle and dripped down to the stone floor at their feet. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]All in all, Ivum found little to be amusing in these sort of events. The denial, the goose chase for a proper answer, the insistent pleas or curses streaming from the interogee’s busted lips. The only thing he genuinely liked was the pain that could be drawn out. Normally, he wouldn’t enjoy showing the sadistic little part of himself. But, circumstances change and require certain [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]measures[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] to be levied and put into play. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Which is why, as Cardinal stepped to the sideline, Ivum stepped forward to look the man over closely. He looked pitiful, eyes nearly shut from the beating paired with a bloody nose and a gaping mouth. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]He knelt down on one knee, caring little if his knee landed in blood and soiled his armor. He tilted his head to one side and then the other. A surprisingly gentle hand reached down to cup his man’s scraped chin, inclining the gangster’s head at a sharp angle with a jolting force. What the Lieutenant found staring at him were eyes that were nearly black in color, yet they held flicks of orange throughout them. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]There was something about the expression in the eyes of the Rancor Lieutenant that was simply delicious to the man. Whether that be the fear and silent resentment they held or the gloss that glazed them over the longer he was made to unblinkingly stare at the Knight. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Ivum’s left hand brushed against the tomahawk on the opposite hip. He pulled it out of the holster and brushed his thumb over the sharp blade. Quite the weapon to have. The best kind, in his opinion. He wasn’t opposed to using a lightsaber, in fact, he had one. But, it [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]felt[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] so much better using a weapon that allowed him to feel every cut that was made. With the same hand, he pulled the man’s hand up to the stone table and told him to keep it there. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]With the tomahawk positioned above a pinky finger and the man’s eyes locked onto his, he broke the hushed silence between them. “Don’t move and don’t look away from me. I will ask you a simple question, you will answer that question. If you refuse to answer, you lose a finger.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]His grip tightened around the human’s chin. “So, where is your hideout, Lieutenant?”[/SIZE]

 

[Daisy Americus]

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Location: Verena City [About 3 Blocks from the Museum/Kidnapped Royals]​

Tags: [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]​

Wearing: Armor​

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Daisy was uncharacteristically somber. Normally, she was a ray of sunshine, a breath of fresh air, and sweeter than honey straight from the hive. This mission broke her heart. More importantly, she felt like she was set up to lose the one person outside of the Clans that meant anything to her. She tried to put on happy airs for her friend, but, it felt like it might break her face to do so. What could she say to a girl that had been hurt so badly by everyone she knew? Who could barely sleep? Barely eat? No?

How could she tell her not to do the one thing that could end her heartache and still be a good friend?

So the golden-haired Americus tentatively agreed. She was clad in the purple and white armor that she had earned in her youth over that of the Mandalorian Protectors. Right now, with how she felt, she needed a little touch of home. A little touch of something that kept her on the straight and narrow versus panicking about the unknown. She didn’t feel right about some forcie poking around in her girlfriends head. What if he messed up and removed the wrong memories? What if it was some Jedi ploy to mind trick her? What if—

Her train of thought was abruptly cut off as the brunette woman announced that they were nearing their destination. Blue-green eyes, clear as freshwater, flickered over Scherezade. She was curvier now than when she’d first met her on the beach on Castagne. Probably from all the cream Daisy was just about force-feeding her since it was all she really would eat. Honestly, it was a good sight on her. It made her look healthier versus a skeleton covered in tissue paper soaked in vodka.

“Ah guess we’re supposed to try an’ find ‘em or some such cause it’s the right thing to do…”, Daisy trailed off slowly, her Outer Rim drawl heavy, thick, and nearly impossible to get rid of. Slowly, the Mandalorian woman brightened up, and she cast her companion a comforting smile. “Look at it like this…Either way? We get paid.”

“But—you never know. We might get to blow somethin’ up before we leave.”

A small feminine voice called out behind them and Daisy turned, shielding her eyes, to see @Dianah Vi’Dreya makin’ a ruckus. Out of all the brats that [member="Darth Metus"] seemed to have, that Daisy had laid eyes to, this one was probably the prettiest. The Americus woman waited for the third member of their group to catch up, as was polite, because MamaMericus had raised all her kids with manners, and tried not to think of the upcoming mind wipe for [member="Scherezade deWinter"].

“C’mon girlie shake that thing and get the lead out. We got some pampered royals to track down. I heard there’s a bonus if we actually find them alive.”

Which meant they could party twice as hard when this job was through. Daisy was responsible on the job, but few women or men, could ever hope to out-drink her. Scherezade gave her a run for her money but she'd built up a tolerance from her brothers' wicked moonshine. It could peel paint right off the side if a ship hull.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Objective: 1
Wearing: Armor | leather pants | combat boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives, Fire and Smoke (lightsabers), 5 Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="Daisy Americus"] [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]
Post: 2

They were going to get paid. Under any other circumstances, Scherezade would have been thrilled at that idea. But things had changed. She'd met with her slicer the day before and had discovered that she'd been getting paid all along. There was a beautiful sum in her account that she had never known about, because no one had ever told her about these things. What was common sense or a given as far as others were concerned was unfamiliar territory to her. Because she was damn stupid. Too stupid to live, too stupid to do things right. There was a reason that soon enough Scherezade deWinter would no longer exist. There were simply too many things than she could bear, and it was only getting worse.

The notion of blowing things up seemed nice though. She liked to do that.

A voice called out to them and Scherezade glanced, realizing @Dianah Vi’Dreya was close to them. But before the woman could reach them, there were things she had to say to Daisy first.

Scherezade was all too aware of the change in her friend's emotions. She closed her eyes, knowing that she was the cause of it. It broke her own heart, but... Her heart break didn't matter. She wouldn't feel it soon enough. It could break a million times more and it wouldn't matter. She was broken and damaged beyond repair and not even having friends again could fix that. She'd tried so hard. She'd even managed to get her aunt and uncle together again after a seven hundred years' separation, and while she was genuinely happen for them, it had yet another something inside of her too. Her damage was just too great, and she had to stop existing. There was no other way.

"It's not the end, Daisy," she tried to say reassuringly, but her voice trembled as she also tried to keep it low enough, "and after this mission we're going to sit down and plan how you're going to be part of the new me's memories, because I'm not giving you up. You're my friend and you're staying in my life. It's just me that's leaving it, and giving you a friend that can do more than stare at the floor and drink cream. Someone you could actually do stuff with."

She gave Daiay what she hoped was a reassuring squeeze, and turned to face Dianah just in time for her arrival.

Motioning for the other two to follow her, it was only a handful of steps before they were stopped. The streets Verena City were not safe these days. Scherezade cursed herself for not sensing forward with the Force as a group of ten thugs appeared, circling around the three girls. They had guns in their hands, but she didn't know enough to tell if these were for blaster shorts or slugthrowers.

"10,000 credit toll," the biggest thug half spat at them, "or free street funeral. Your choice."

 

[Lirka Ka]

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Now wasn't this all nice and familiar? Lirka thought nothing as she stomped her metal boot down onto the head of an unfortunate thug who had gotten in her way, the rest of his bunch all in some sad or gory state of dismemberment. Just another roll through the hives of scum throughout the Galaxy, she killed naturally almost and was quick to become half a specter of brutal "retribution". as if she truly cared about the people of the city. She didn't have a reason yet, or any reason to at all. The CIS wanted her here, and she did as she should. Had a good purpose here too.

She did a simple twist of her blade, flicking off the thick gore that had coated it after the short skirmish that had marked her new involvement in this quick conquest. As always, she refused to call these anything else other than a conquest. Such is how her mind worked, even with her little crisis of "maybe time to be a good person"

Lirka continued the advance, moving out of the alleyway she had entered. Kicking one of the heads of the dead thugs along the way, never can be too safe.

 

[Kyber]

Post:1
Objective: Hunt down the prey
Where the Knight's Obsidian were busy dealing with the mindless but aggresive Bloody Rancor gang, Kyber was hunting for other prey. Word on the street was that an alliance between the Kind Gentlemen gang and the Golden Angel gang, while both gangs are no where as aggressive or direct compared to the Bloody Rancors, the Kind Gentlemen had the influence and charisma and were recruiting civilians who got stuck in the middle of the gang fights with the promise of safety while the Golden Angels had the credits to hire mercenaries, bounty hunters and weapons making them the most equipped gang. Some would wonder how Kyber planned to kill the leaders of both gangs and the plan was pretty simple for all he had to do was get hired as a mercenary by the Golden Angels.

Part one of the plan was done pretty quickly as the Golden Angels had no problem hiring a HK looking droid which used lightsabers and had a strange looming pet which unbeknown to the Golden Angels was a Shadowghoul droid. Part two of the plan was to get all the higher ups of the two gangs together and the way Kyber planned would most likely cause civilian casualties and maybe cause some problems for other groups but it was the only reason Kyber brought a Shadowghoul droid. It was only a matter of time before the leaders of both gangs would be forced to come together and figure out how they will deal with the rakghoul infection in their ranks.

 

[Caid Centurion]

Objective: 1
Location: Verena City
Tags: [member="Daisy Americus"] | [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Post: 1

The Daisya-class Infiltrator glided effortlessly through the atmosphere of Kirima. With his two pilots at the controls, Caid had busied himself reviewing the last bit of intelligence offered on the planet in preparation for this particular operation. Having only recently settled into the Confederacy, his contacts with other government functionaries and personnel were...limited. However, there was one person in particular that he knew very well. Though at present their duties kept them in different areas of the Confederacy, Caid managed to keep in touch, and he certainly managed to keep tabs on his seemingly troubled niece.

Was it out of compassion? Boredom? No, most likely it was out of a simple, raw desire to ensure that all those with whom he shared blood and familial bonds rose to be the best version of themselves possible. No matter the cost.

Translation: No weaklings need worry about continuing to draw breath from this galaxy.

"Lord Centurion. We are approaching the coordinates you indicated."

Caid, obviously, offered no response as the message had merely been communicated over the vessels announcement system. When the lighting inside the vessel changed, indicating that the cloaking had been deactivated, Caid depressed a small button to open the side hatch of the vessel. His silver-green gaze glanced towards the ground for but a moment before he hurled himself out the opening.

Allowing his presence to stretch out towards the ground, the Sith was able to identify the exact location of his kin with relative ease. He made no effort to communicate with her as he was quite certain she would be aware of his impending arrival.

 

[Jaron Lesan]

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Post: 1 ​

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Jaron landed his vessel not far from the shuttle which had carried [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] to the planet surface. Was he tailing her? No, well, maybe. Orders were what they were, and for this particular mission it was all hands on deck. The Royal Family was reportedly missing, and this was a job for the intelligence wing of the Knights Obsidian. As a pathfinder, Jaron was determined to put his skills of stealth and deduction to good use. It just happened to be the same task the daughter of [member="Darth Metus"] had been assigned to.

He came of the loading ramp of his ship wearing his armor. Two lightsabers where clipped to his belt, on a payment from his Sith Master Darth Arya, and the other one of his own making. It was a replacement to the one Dianah had destroyed in the process of saving his life. Jaron had nearly killed himself, or put himself in a bad position, when he drained all his energy to do something he had only ever done once before.

Today he was not planning on doing anything like that. This mission hopefully did not call for such theatrics with the number of people that seemed to be gathering for the mission. Seeing as they were moving without him, Jaron ran to catch up with the team.

His involvement would be a surprise to her, possibly, and the others he didn’t know. Still, he would follow along as the Royal Family were needed to solidify the treaty with the Confederacy. The thugs were a great way to announce his arrival, and with aide of the force he was blur once again. The only indicator of his presence was his red and now purple lightsabers streaking by. Killing three of the thugs should be a good distraction so the other three could make a move.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Daisy Americus"] | [member="Caid Centurion"]

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

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Objective: 2
Peps: [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]

Kurenai looked over a small hologram map, showing the agent and knight movements around the place, she wondered why they were bothering with the whole assassinate the leaders business when they could just take out every member of the gang themselves. With how karked the planet was these day they may as well just do full open war, each corner seeming to have gang members with blasters out, shooting at anything that is not their friend. Along with that some mercenaries were also in play, seeming to be going ham on the outlaws, kind of made the whole torture session with little billy over here a little pointless if the hired guns were just going to shoot anything in sight.

Putting down the device it seemed the Dominus was finished with his session, the gang member still not cracking, he had balls, well maybe not for long but he was certainly being quite stubborn. "Seems you have roughed him up a little, mind if I have a go at getting him to talk"? She would not really wait for an answer, approaching the injured, "give me a little room and try not to look if would so kindly do". Her methods of information extraction being a little different from what most people expected. Getting close she took hold of the mans arm, giving once last glance to make sure no one was keeping a close eye, "I would say this won't hurt, but that would be lying, you will be in a world of bliss".

Before the gang member could respond a sharp prick would be felt upon his arm as Kurenai sunk the tips of her fangs into his skin, slowly draining away his blood, sending a rather euphoria feeling through his body. A method used by vampires to subdue their victims, make them feel pleasure like nothing else, turn them into willing slaves that would follow their command down to death, just as soon as she had started Kurenai broke off, staring into the mans eye, "you liked that didn't you, I can keep going, but only if you give us the information we need". "nnngh, never, go kark yourself queen", "hmmm, looks like you need more persuading no don't you", she replied, still stoic as ever, once more sinking her fangs into the persons arms, bit by bit increasing the intensity of the aphrodisiac effects.

 

[Darth Miseria]

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Objective 1: Find The Royal Family​

Post 2​

[member=Scherezade deWinter] | [member=Daisy Americus] | [member=Caid Centurion] | [member=Jaron Lesan]​

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Dianah caught up with the two females. One brown haired and the other blonde. She remembered them, of course. How could she forget that crazy night on Nar Shaddaa. There were many foggy memories of that night, but these two were crystal clear in her mind. They were definitely Dianah's kind of people. She was still incredibly nervous though. There was no Ivum to be seen. It felt strange to be doing anything without him. Yet, her first ever CIS mission was filled with exciting prospects. It only made it better she had been assigned to work with two highly praised warriors.

A wide, friendly smile was thrown in their direction once she got close enough.

'Hey! Sorry I'm late. You're both looking a bit fresher since the last time I saw you... and not nearly as drunk. If we manage to get that bonus how about a rematch?'

It wasn't long before they started making their long, winding way through the streets of the plagued city toward their job. The sound of three pairs of boots echoed across the deserted cobblestones. They hadn't made it much father than a few feet when the sharp sting of instinct kicked in. It seemed they weren't alone. All of a sudden a man appeared. Then another. Then another. They continued in this pattern till ten brutish looking thugs stood in a rough circle around them.

'10,000 credit toll or free street funeral. Your choice.'

In response she made a dramatic show of sliding the sleek silver helmet over her wild curls. It locked with a satisfying click. There wasn't any point in pretending they weren't going to kick the living kark out of every single one of them. All three of the women were brutal in their own private ways. Daisy had the sharp keen senses of a Mandalorian. There wasn't any doubt that she had the fighting skill to match. There was something special about Scherezade too. It seemed she kept one of those secret pains that brought forth an anger for the entire Galaxy that was unrivalled by any other. She was straight cut and didn't mess around with false words. Dianah liked them both very much.

'Looks like the party is starting a little early.'

A quick haze of black unsettled the tense air, just as the violent pink glow of her saber burst forth from it's hilt. Dianah could recognise that mass of purple and red anywhere. With nothing to indicate that anything had happened at all, save for their bodies hitting the stone floor, three thugs fell from the circle. He was always showing off. She would tell him so, once they had dealt with the remaining thugs. The eager hum of her blade sounded out as she swung it down toward the nearest victim.

 

[Daisy Americus]

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Location: Verena City [About 3 Blocks from the Museum/Kidnapped Royals]​

Tags: [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] |[member="Caid Centurion"]​

Wearing: Armor​

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Apparently, Daisy sucked at trying to hide how she felt about Scherezade losing her memories. Her generally sweet expression became sheepish when her friend began to address the bantha in the room. She’d been caught red-handed and seafoam blue-green eyes swept the permacrete walkway. She bit her lip for a moment before responding. “Ah’m really sorry Scherezade. This isn’t about me. Ah don’t mean to make it seem that way—Ah’m just worried for you.”

She wanted to point out, but refrained respectfully, that she was happy with the friend she had. Daisy wasn’t pleased that Scherezade was broken, hurting, and so jaded with her lot in life that she felt the need to erase it but she cared for her all the same. If she ever met [member="Gerwald Lechner"] in a dark alley he might not leave it with the same amount of body parts he had when he went in, but, that was a fight for another day. The brunette seemed to think that due to her flaws she wasn’t enough. Not enough fun, or adventure, or whatever—but she was. She was so much more than she thought she was. At the end of the day, however, it was Scherezade’s choice. Daisy…

Daisy just didn’t want her to go.

She tried to smile when her friend gave her a squeeze. It was reassuring, sort of, but she was still desperately concerned. Nothing would change that until she could see for herself that Scherezade was out of danger. Until she knew, for a fact, that her Jedi friends hadn’t scrambled her brains to figgy pudding.

@Dianah Vi’Dreya had the timing of a golden god. Late, sure, but it spared her from getting weepy on a mission where she needed to keep her sharpness. She couldn’t turn into a milksop at the drop of a hat and still call herself a Mandalorian Protector. The spawn of [member="Darth Metus"] smiled and Daisy returned it. It didn’t quite touch her eyes because of the earlier conversation, however, it was honest. “That sounds like a plan to me. Win or lose—we should take another spin at Helios. If we’re still allowed back…”

To say that things got wild was probably a huge understatement. It was the first spot of real fun with a few girlfriends that she’d had since taking leave of Concord Dawn.

They continued on ahead, with Daisy making light conversation, only to be stopped by almost a dozen thugs. Daisy counted. Okay, so ten. Not a dozen. Still, that was about three and a third if they chopped one of them up into little bits. She didn’t take her eyes off their new friends but did snicker a little under her breath when Dianah stated that the party had begun a little early. “You know what they say. It’s always five o’clock somewhere…”

Daisy wasn’t attuned with the Force enough to know that [member="Caid Centurion"] wasn’t far behind them if things got ugly, but, she did feel something when a man [[member="Jaron Lesan"]] appeared from nowhere to start slicing and dicing with his laser swords. Three of their attackers were dead in an instant. There wasn’t time to react before it, merely the expanse of a second to breathe, before her body launched forward and she clubbed one of the men in the side of her head with the purple and white helmet in her hand. She swung again to knock the gun out of his hand. She didn’t want to give him a chance to shoot while she was fiddling with her gear.

The thug swore and called her something incredibly rude as he clutched his head. “Watch your mouth.”, Daisy snapped back, certain, that this group were way too big for their britches. Crimson leaked through the man’s fingers as Daisy slid her helmet on and familiar sensors filled her screens. Three-hundred and sixty degree vision let her see what each member of her group was doing, and, if someone was thinking about coming up behind her. Dianah, just like a Vi’Dreya, joined the fray with a seamless grace. Daisy was a little more hands on.

She caught a sloppy punch from the scum with the head wound and twisted his wrist back. He cried out in pain, entirely on reflex, and tendons snapped and strained. He bent and slid down to one knee as pressure points began to scream out in agony. “We won’ be paying your fee. You can either get out of our way while you still can or we’ll be moving you. Understand?”

He didn’t seem to get it. Daisy drew her free hand back and punched the man in the face as hard as she could. More red. Each strike was precise, hitting him in the nose over, and over until there wasn’t much left for bacta to salvage. Eventually, he fell slack, eyes glassy, and rolling like fat peeled grapes into the back of his head. The Mandalorian woman released him like a sack of potatoes with a roll of her eyes. Men were such babies.

Her helmet began to ping and she picked up reinforcements pouring out from one of the shanty buildings on the right. Another five to ten of them? “Incoming from our flanks!”

The Americus woman rose her right arm and squeezed her fist closed which caused her wrist rocket to fire off in the direction of the fresh party crashers. Reaching for her waist, she pulled free a pistol slugthrower, and took aim at one of the nearest remaining brutes. Daisy was annoyed. They really didn’t have time for this if they wanted to save the royals.

And get the bonus. Oh, she had not forgotten about that.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Objective: 1
Wearing: Armor | leather pants | combat boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives, Fire and Smoke (lightsabers), 5 Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="Daisy Americus"] [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Caid Centurion"]
Post: 2

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When the thugs appeared, there was little Scherezade could do other than sigh. There were always thugs. Why were there always thugs? And on top of that, why were they always such stupid thugs? There were ten of them, and only three of the Confederate Boo's, but the balance was amazingly tipped in the girls' favor. Daisy had her entire protective tuna can and could fight like a beast, Dianah, as one of Metus' many, many children, had control of the Force, and Scherezade... Was a predator.

Currently, a drunk predator. But it still had to count. She left a trail of dead wherever she went, and this was the last time she was going anywhere, she might as well leave yet another one of those lovely trails of death and gore.

She could easily sense the arrival of another man ([member="Jaron Lesan"]) as well as her uncle/cousin ([member="Caid Centurion"]) arriving close-by. Three men were taken down with purple and crimson sabers before she could blink, and then the girls were fighting too.

Scherezade sighed again. It seemed the three of them had the situation at hand, so she did what she had learned to do best; removed her water-skin from her belt and took a nice, long gulp.

Two thugs came at her while she was drinking, and the Sithling raised her free hand, pausing them in their path. They could wait a few moments before she was done and the water-skin was safely hanging from her belt again, the world spinning ever so slightly a the effect of what could only amount to very cheap ship fuel.

She heard Daisy warning of the oncoming reinforcements and raised her hands, lifting the two thugs that had been so politely forced to wait for her into the air. Like a bowling ball, she hurled them into their friends as they showed up. Sadly, it wasn't a perfect strike. Some of the were still standing.

Scherezade had been gifted two lightsabers, Smoke and Fire, from her Jedi friend. She pulled them out now, the green of the blades illuminating her eyes along with the rest of her corset. Ten Czerka knives flew into the air from her body, spreading around her like a giant fan, pointy ends all pointing at the new thugs.

She didn't run. There was no need. She walked.

The look of starvation for destruction took her face over. When Scherezade truly and earnestly fought, there was almost no remain of the girl who breathed pain with every beat of the heart. She was the monster, the killer, the predator. Her body sang as she began to work on that group of thugs, lightsabers removing limbs and breaking through armor while her knives flew and danced in the air, stabbing at all the weak spots that they could find.

It was not a quick death for any of them. She took pleasure as she hurt them, as she made them scream out. She wanted to hear more of it, and so she took her sweet time as body parts began to pile, each and every one of them landing on the ground with that delicious squishy sound. Her armor, so shiny and new, was finally blooded, deep red spots that would soon turn to brown covering parts of the emerald green. And still she kept going, dancing a dance that she never wanted to end.

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Verena City
Gear: Scarlet Vow | ORACLE [AI] | Holo-Comm | HG-54 "The Vora" Class Verpine Hand Cannon | Holdin' Aces | Lightsaber [White Blade/CrossGuard] | Ring of Aspiration
Tag: [member="Lirka Ka"]

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Srina Talon walked through the quarter with a small squad of nightmarish Magnaguard. She was already wearing the Scarlet Vow and moved through Verena City like a force of nature. There was no compassion or mercy in the silver-blue orbs that graced the delicate contours of her face. She was empty, devoid of life, and destroyed the opposition as if it were a wound in need of cauterization. She was the Exarch, certainly, but moreover, she was an Echani warrior. She had her orders. Parameters to meet. No matter the gore, the screams, or the stench of burned tissue that plumed when her lightsaber made contact…She never stopped. The diminutive creature did not enjoy this work.

She was merely the correct tool for the job.

The three mechanical monstrosities at her back obeyed without question. It would be hard to tell from the perspective of the scum they had come to hunt which of the group was the droid and which was the organic. Both killed without a drop of hesitation. Over the last few days, the Knights Obsidian had tracked down quite a few Bloody Rancor safe houses. @Cardinal Vi’dreya, a Dominus Prime, was working over another piece of space trash as they made their way toward the next site.

Each time they extracted the locations of the Bloody Rancor various teams swept through Verena and put them down. Srina left the speaking, for the most part, to the Dominus. The only question she ever asked any of the creatures she hunted was always the same. “Who are your leaders? Where are they?”

If the response did not suit her satisfaction the Sith Apprentice applied pain in a variety of forms to determine whether or not they spoke the truth. Regardless of the response she returned her enemies to the ashes and dust they had once sprung from. She passed the details along through her Holo-Comm to the Knights that handled investigating claims and moved on. No matter what these wastes of oxygen spouted off in the end—It required verification.

She wisely did not trust the words of uncouth criminals who knew they were already dead.

The being known as [member="Kyber"] was working another angle, however, Srina was unclear of the details. It was more the purview of the Minister of War, perhaps the Dominus, or even the circle of communal leadership that formed Exterminatus. Had she of known that there was a planned release of a rakghoul infection there would have been some extreme resistance from Office of the Exarch. It was effective, certainly, but the risk of contaminating the free people they had come to aid was too great.

Not to mention the risk of contaminating themselves.

The slender woman knew that [member="Kurenai Yumi"] was also aiding @Cardinal Vi’dreya in the interrogations and hoped they had more targets for her soon. She only had two more locations left on her list to clear out and she had yet to find the top mutt in charge of the Bloody Rancors. So far they were just footmen paid to do a job.

As they turned the corner she caught sight of someone moving out of the alleyway. In that armor, so fierce, it was clear that the individual was a warrior. Srina just needed to ensure which side they stood on. For a moment the Exarch paused and the Magnaguard also froze.

“Identify.”

<<Yes, Srina.>>

The AI in her Holo-Comm seemed to whirl back to life and began to scare the area in an effort to obey. The Echani was both cruel and kind in strange amounts. She was programmed to adapt to the nature of anyone but it was still a work in progress. When the database pulled the scarce profile of one of the new Mandalorian Protectors the Magnaguard temporarily stood down. <<She belongs to us. Mandalorian Protector by the name of Lirka Ka.>>

The wintry woman nodded her head and strode forward and bright two fingers to her lips to release a shrill whistle. She didn’t know what manner of thug could be watching. Waiting for the right chance to avenge the remains of his friends. “[member="Lirka Ka"].”, she called the name of the warrior, knowing, that with a nation so large it was entirely possible that the Sephi had never seen her before. Srina, as a fact, did not know the name of every person in their military forces. It was such a vast amount of people that it was impossible.

“Srina Talon. Confederate Exarch. Care to join me on a hunt? I have another nest of rats to clear about two blocks away.”

 

[Caid Centurion]

Objective: 1
Location: Verena City
Tags: [member="Daisy Americus"] | [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"]
Post: 2

As the Sith's body accelerated towards terminal velocity during its plummet to the ground, he cleared the pressure differential within his inner ear. Thoughts melted away as his feelings continued to stretch forth towards the actions of his colleagues on the ground. From what he could glean, they were handling things quite well. He'd expected absolutely nothing less, and he certainly harbored no regrets to missing out on any action. In the length of his life, Caid had learned that conflict would always occur, but there was rarely a reason to rush head-long into such a situation. He did not thirst for blood as many Sith did. To him, the calculus was simple. Sentients controlled whether or not they were worthy of life. Caid merely shepherded them to their destiny.

Passing below a thousand feet above the ground, the Sith Lord began manipulating the Force to control his descent. The reduction in said descent rate was not overly abrupt. Instead, Caid managed his technique with the intent of arriving at ground level with the maximum velocity that his legs could withstand without shattering on impact. The hood that had been covering his dark features had long since been forced back around his shoulders.

Within a couple hundred feet of the ground, the blur of black and crimson fabric that Caid wore under his light armor became audible as it rippled against the air. In the next instant, his entire being landed with an audible thud between the remaining thugs and the rest of the Confederacy's forces. Compressing his stature down to one knee to assist in absorbing the shock, the Sith allowed a single hand to touch the ground. The movement served the purpose of aiding in stabilizing his body, but he also took the opportunity to unleash a torrent of purple-white lightning that rippled from his shoulder blades down to his fingertips. Racing in a semi-circle in the direction of what few remaining thugs there were, the raw energy of the dark side connected with and immediately began contorting the internal organs of its target.

When all was said and done, Caid stood to his full height and leveled his silver-green gaze in the direction of the one individual that he knew, Scherezade. The Sith Lord's gaze, however, did not linger. Shifting his bright gaze to each of the other members of the party for a few moments, Caid eventually sated himself with the knowledge he at least knew the general appearance of those with whom he would be working. It would prove to be a benefit in future...combative de-confliction.

The Viceroy didn't speak before establishing a moderate pace in the direction of the objective.

 

[Lirka Ka]

[member="Srina Talon"]

Lirka had a pleasant coat of gore over her body, splatters across the well made suit of armor that she adorned at all times. She wasn't thinking much of the whole thing, why should she? This was just like any of her jobs as a Bounty Hunter, just on a larger and even more violent scale. It was quickly becoming a guilty pleasure, rather than just something she took pride in: all this gore and slaughter she commited without the bat of an eye.

Guess this is just what the Underworld does when it embraces your violence.

But she perked up, barely noticeable but she did. Hearing her name she continued cleaning off the gore from her blade as she turned to face this new woman. She just shrugged as a response, that rank must've not meant all too much to her mind.

"Why not? A few more runts to kill."

 

[Jaron Lesan]

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Post: 2​

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There was no time to enjoy the game or collect the payment his showing off usually garnered. There were more coming, and Jaron turned to face them. The flash of red and purple continued for as long as it had to, until there was no one left to kill. Whether it had been him or the others, those who threatened them were gone, at least for now.

Jaron’s eyes looked above them, a man was falling and landed. When the man stood to his full height Jaron looked over to Dianah.

“Well, you can’t call me a show off until I pull that off...”

There was a royal family to find, and with a nod to the others that seemed to be in their merry band, Jaron kept moving. It seemed the other man had the right idea. He was quiet and kept moving, and Jaron motioned to the others to follow. Hopefully the entire way would be silent.

[member="Daisy Americus"] | [member="Caid Centurion"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]

 

[Aston Jacobs]

Verena City
Objective: 2
[member="Daisy Americus"] [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Jaron Lesan"]
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Aston typically kept to himself these days, when he wasn't running around and keeping an eye on [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] or [member="Gerwald Lechner"]

Okay, perhaps he wasn't doing a great job at that either. A sharp pain shot through his back as he got thrown into a wall, by one of the many adversaries he had faced today. Liberating this city was a noble act, and besides that Aston hadn't fought anyone in a long time. Aston ran forward quickly and brought his leg up placing a solid kick on the chest one very large gang member that tossed him against the wall. The very solid and well aimed kick knocked him over the side of the roof and he fell to the ground, clutching his knee in the process. Aston glanced over the side and chuckled lightly and that was when he heard the sound of blade and pain coming from the other side of the street.

Aston sat on the edge of the roof as he watched them for a moment and chuckled lightly for a moment until they finished the last of their enemies.

"You look like your having too much fun." Aston called out across the way towards them, giving a friendly wave to them before he looked down at the larger gang member trying to stand up. Granted he didn't know any of them save Scherezade from the incident that occured which seemed like a long time ago. She wouldn't remember him though, which wasn't a big deal at all.