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

[Daisy Americus]

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Location: Verena City [Museum/Kidnapped Royals]​

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

Wearing: Armor​

Action: Blew bombs. Multiple breach points. Scherezade & Daisy went into one. Set off the fire alarm. Foam fire suppression has created a slip and slide sort of mess in the Museum. XD​

“Are you okay sugah?”, the sunny, peach tea sweet Mandalorian asked her dearest friend, a little concerned when she backed up a few paces. Again, she had no idea that her response had contained the decibels of a rancor bellow but she was truly concerned when it seemed like the brunette had been slapped in the face. Maybe even a little angry? Her brows furrowed, but, Daisy remained blissfully ignorant of her folly and instead focused on their plan of attack.

Well, it wasn’t so much their plan, as the plan of the bald and broody Sithy-Uncle-Cousin. But [member="Jaron Lesan"] and [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] were already on the move. As much as she wanted to throw a hissy and raise a little hell about being overlooked her grown-up brain took the wheel and guided her into doing something useful instead. If they karked up Dianah could get hurt. Daisy didn’t want that. It didn’t help that Centurion, Caid, bald and broody, was gone in a flash too.

Okieeeedokey then.

The two girls split off and began to lay out their explosives in a curiously orderly fashion. Neither girl really knew what the other was doing, however, they seemed to be on the same page. Perhaps it was just a habit after spending so much time in one another’s presence, or, it might have been a teeny tiny forcie-hocus-pocus nudge. They kept each other focused, on point, and always looked out for each other. Sensing how her friend felt, not nearly as mystically, more like, from her rather blank and mostly pissy expression—she sought to make her happy. That was what any good friend would do. Right?

No one liked to be looked down on, ignored, or otherwise treated as inferior. Scherezade had lasted this long without the McHottie Uncle-Cousin—he was more than a little late at this point when it came to telling her what was what.

Daisy had to suppress a slight giggle at the almost maniacal look that spread over Scherezade’s features at getting the chance to blow something sky high. The offer to press the button was met with apathy until the fireworks started and it was all joy from there on out. She hoped the noise hadn’t hurt the brunette’s ears but they hadn’t been too close. “All righty then darlin’ let’s breach this baby and get the heck outta here.”, the golden-haired woman spoke with no small amount of excitement. Her voice was a little electronic and choppy sounding from behind her T-Visor but when both hands went to her twin slugthrower pistols? Yea, she was totally ready.

The Americus woman pressed ahead, ignoring the dust and debris from what was left of the wall, and they entered the Museum from one of the many holes they’d created in the exterior walls. These charges sure did pack a punch. Jaron and Dianah were tasked with taking care of the Royal-Pains so all Daisy and Scherezade had to do was keep making a mess.

Rescue missions were freaking fantastic.

The first thug that Daisy encountered was met with a less than gentle armored fist to the face. They’d walked around the corner and suddenly her sensors began to go nutty. She didn’t have a lazer sword or anything so fancy, but, her pistols did the job well enough. She twirled one out of its holster and aimed down where the man had fallen. She fired, no hesitation, and then cheekily fired again.

“Rule number like, nine million, of getting paid the big bucks today…Double tap.”

Catching sight of a little bit of insulation that seemed to have caught fire she picked up a broken piece of a chair leg. Pulling a swirl of expensive, heavy museum curtain down from the antique rod, she wrapped it around the wood and made her own makeshift torch. It sort of looked like one. Too bad she really didn’t intend to use it like one. Dipping the end in the flame it took a moment for it to catch, but eventually, it did. Thick black smoke plumed up from the fabric and she held it right under what looked to be a fire alarm.

Bingo. Seconds later an alarm started ringing louder than all heck and fire suppression foam dropped from the ceiling. It basically turned most of the museum into a slip and slide.

Turning toward Scherezade she grinned. Her friend wouldn’t be able to see it but her glee was evident.

“Ah love being the distraction! Let’s do it again.”

 

[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"] | [member="Kyber"]

Srina tilted her head as she looked over Lirka. Covered in gore and meatier chunks she didn’t really seem to recognize the fact that they were killing people. Living, breathing, creatures that had chosen to follow the wrong leaders. It was a tiny war zone and these unfortunate miscreants had trapped themselves on the wrong side of it. The flaxen-haired woman operated much the same way. Without thought, without concern, because all things that lived also died. It was the way of the universe. The Exarch did not, and could not, hold any pity because she believed firmly in actions having consequences. She, as she executed with the will of the Vicelord—was simply that. A consequence.

“They are rats. This is an extermination. You will be hard pressed to find a challenge here.”

The Sephi that stood beside her was a warrior. More than that, fierce, without knowing it. She was a terror and Srina accepted that fact with ease. Echani were just as bad. They were simply more efficient. They feigned higher standards but truly…They were all murderers. They were all killers. Combat was their way of life, however, they didn’t learn just to sit on their laurels. It was meant to be used.

They were taught from the cradle to kill. To survive, and kill.

“Not far. An old Hotel called Serenest. Part of me is just tempted to bring the building down by there are residential homes nearby. Sparing civilian life will require finesse.”

It was then that [member="Kyber"] got back to her through the comms and she could feel her teeth grind together. She wasn’t sure what this unit was doing, however, it was far too late now. The plague had already been released. “The next time you decide to release a virus of ANY kind you will consult your superiors first.”

“That being said we will clean this mess up. The serum will be provided and the Rakghoul Droid will be placed back into stasis immediately where it will remain. You will have access to all other droids needed for quarantine purposes. Make the requisition request and I will review it before approval. Any gang members that show signs of slipping into their former ways will be subject to the full extent of Confederate law. I’ll throw them in the Arena on Geonosis and let the Leviathan have a good meal.”

Her words were form, without emotion, and she cut the feed just as quickly. They had more work to do.

<<I will see to it Srina. Kyber is easy to locate. The droids are on their way and we’ve sent for the serum.>>

Oracle noted the results of this fiasco with the Rakghoul Droid and logged it in her memory banks. This was not how things were supposed to go on Kalinda. Destroy the thugs. Stop the criminals. Never had they anticipated needing a quarantine that could endanger civilians.

Sometime later Srina and Lirka would find themselves at the Serenest. It was a large old building that had clearly seen better days. There was fairly heavy security and more than a few automated turret weapons. This would be slightly more interesting than the rest. Srina moved forward, not caring at all if she was targeted, because she would turn the weapons systems into scrap before the landed a shot.

“We go through the main doors. Execute anyone that attacks us. Then we sweep the penthouse clean.”

 

[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"] [member="Aston Jacobs"]
Post: 6

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The noise hadn't hurt the brunette's ears. Emerald green eyes shone with delight at the destruction of their surroundings, the glow coming partially illuminated by the explosions and party from the orbs themselves.

She could feel life being extinguished inside the building moments later. The rest of the group was at work, taking the thugs down.

Czerka knives flying back into the air and spreading like a fan around her, Scherezade followed Daisy into the building. Eyes and hands moved, using the Force to fling away the particularly nasty bits and pieces of debris that were making their way towards the two.

For now, she was content to let her friend do most of the shooting and killing, and... Making torches? Daisy caused the fire alarm to go off, and within moments they were all foamy.

Scherezade lifted herself an inch into the air with the Force, looking around. She could taste the glee coming from Daisy, and the blonde's mood was threatening to take the brunette over as well.

Feeling around, she searched for life signs. There were four people in this building, still alive.

Scherezade paused.

Four people. There were three royal family members that they were supposed to extract. She knew one thug was near where Dianah and the other man were, but did that mean that the other remaining three were all Royal family?

Moving faster than the naked eye could catch, knives chasing after her, Scherezade made it to the storage room. The place was small enough, there were no weird hallways that made weird turns. A child could have found it.

And that was exactly the problem.

Inside the storage room, there were three - a thug, two people that did most definitely not look like thugs, and the corpse of a child. Scherezade sent a curl of the Force forward. Dead, for about an hour or two. Before they'd gotten there. They were too late to save them all.

For many people, anger tended to rise with them, to heat matters up, to cause them to raise their voices, scream, break things. Sometimes, when Scherezade was angry, she did the same. But there was a trait that ran in her family line, one that was shared at least by those she knew of, and that was the cold anger. There was no screaming with it, no rise of volume. Instead, the very air around her felt colder even though she was not manipulating it in any way. The glow of her eyes became icy as she looked at the thug. The last thug in the building.

There would be no knives here, no pointy ends sticking into his body.

With perfect calmness, Scherezade's right arm reached forward, her fingers curling. No. She was not going to choke him. Telekinesis, when applied through the Force, did rarely care about what the user could see with their eyes, as long as they could feel it through the Force. And by the Force, she felt it. She could hear his heart beating, strongly and above the noise of the rest of the commotion around them. She could feel the blood rushing in and out of the muscle pump, warm and thick.

She wanted that blood.

Fingers curling again, the man began to scream. She didn't center her doings only o his chest. His face, his hands, his entire body convulsed as she called the blood to her. Deep red bruises began to form in his skin as the blood curled towards Scherezade, and she pressed on, calling it more and more to her. The thug could do little as she continued to pull the blood out through his skin. Enough bruises had formed. Now the droplets were coming out through them, flying towards her.

Scherezade welcomed the warm bloody mist that sprayed on her a she gave one final tug, letting the man's bloodless body slump to the floor.

 

[Caid Centurion]

Objective: 1
Tags: [member="Daisy Americus"] | [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Aston Jacobs"]
Post: 5

Silver-green eyes briefly cast towards the ceiling as the fire suppression system activated. Standing near the entrance to the office area through which Daisy and Scherezade had breached the museum, the Sith Lord slowly lowered his gaze. By the time he'd turned the corner completely, Scherezade was already in the storage room dealing with the few remaining individuals. He did not bother to evaluate what was happening as he could plainly feel the application of the Force drifting across the expanse. Whether she liked him or not, it was a relatively simple affair to feel everything her mind and body was doing given the right proximity.

Regardless of what he thought of her pervasive drunken, self-pity, she would always be family, blood. For that she would always have his respect and hope for her to be better. For the sake of their family and Endelaan, certainly, but for her own sake just the same. Silver-green eyes found his niece's armored associate in the office area with a torch. From beneath the hood of his cloak, Caid offered but a thin smile as he continued towards the now shattered window.

No sooner had Caid stepped back into the elements than the alien-looking Daisya Infiltrator uncloaked just above the street. Jumping up to the extended loading ramp, the large Sith walked up it slowly, peeling off foam-soaked clothing as he walked as the loading ramp began to raise. Once it had risen completely, the vessel cloaked once more and smoothly began to take off towards the heavens.

Caid would be skipping the victory lap and any form of payment.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Lirka grunted at the thing, a somewhat disturbing sound what with the distortion device built into her helmet.

“Shame. Thought there might be something of actual worth here.”

While Ka fought for the Confederacy with a seeming loyalty she had that problem of still being remarkably cold to the masses. She didn’t see this at all as cleaning the streets for the betterment of the people, they had been marked for death and that was that. The people themselves were just a faceless mass, a replaceable mass, a mass that existed over 100,000 times in the Galaxy.

Lirka wasn’t from a race of killers, she was from a race of artists. Nor was she taught to kill, she was taught to lead, to govern. To ascend to Thustra’s leader...well...it’s painfully obvious on how far that went.

“Sounds like a lot of chokepoints. Fun.”

And by the sound of it, she actually meant that that sounded fun.

[member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Post 5

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The roof continued to crash around them as Dianah sped off toward the guards. Someone called an audible in the plan somewhere as Scherezade and Daisy seemed to be headed to the room where the royal family were believed to be. It was no matter, they were all going to get their pockets lined with something from Metus for completing the job. Jaron followed after Dianah, cutting down the guards she left behind. She likely could have taken care of them all, but it was nice that she was leaving some of the fun for him.

There was guard coming for her when he rounded the corner to find where she was. Jaron wasn't sure whether she knew about the guard, or simply didn't have the time to react. Either way, Jaron threw his lightsaber and impaled the man through his left eye. Dianah would have felt the heat of his blade brush past her skin as it had been a very close, but accurate throw.

"Your shebs isn't a distraction, cyare. Not when I still have to watch your six for the things you miss."

Perhaps his tease was a little over the top this time, but the last thing Jaron wanted was to see anything happen to DIanah. She was more than just some partner on a mission to him, but his lover. There was no amount of credits that would have him put his mission above her safety when it was within his power to do something about it. They were deadly together, and one day... the galaxy would bend its knee to them. For now, it was theirs to take.

"We best catch up with the rest! Wouldn't want them taking all the credit now do we."

With a wink, Jaron sped off to were the royal family was rumored to be and where they were certain to find Scherezade and Daisy.

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

 

[Kyber]

Post: 5

Kyber was getting pretty annoyed with all these annoying orders restricting his power but he couldn't do much as [member="Srina Talon"] was an Exarch of the CIS and thus was the voice of the Vicelord. Kyber could deal with needing permission before using viruses and plagues as weapons but the Exarch has also told him to put any rakghoul droid under his authority in stasis.

Kyber played the new orders on repeat for a few minutes trying to figure out what he should do. After the third repeat Kyber realised decided he would follow the orders to the letter and that the Exarch would get what she asked but not what she wants "While This One does not understand why the Rakghoul droids were created if not to be used, This One shall obey That Ones orders to the letter. This One however wishes clarification on if That One means This One is to put all rakghoul droids This One sees in stasis or only the ones under This Ones authority"

Other than the new orders restricting some of Kyber's power, everything was going to plan and should allow Kyber to go up in the world

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Verena City - Hotel Serenest [Bloody Rancor HQ]
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"] | [member="Kyber"]
Actions: Entered Hotel Serenest. Still on the first floor. Now engaging NPC's from the left and right. Plans to head to the top floor to deal with leaders.

“Apologies. Today, we only hunt vermin.”

Srina could not offer anything more to her companion. Their duty was not glamorous or flashy. It was cold, cruel, and final. The state of affairs in Verena City had come to a point where Srina truly believed that they needed to flush out the corruption in the most permanent way possible. Rehabilitation, prison, or the arena could occasionally be suitable—but not here. She hadn’t come to put men and women in chains.

She’d come, as the Exarch, to put them in the ground.

It would teach other cartels and gangs to move their business elsewhere. Srina could not yet figure out what angle [member="Kyber"] was working but there was something about the droid that caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand on end. Releasing a rakghoul plague served no purpose when there was any part of the civilian population at risk. The fact that he chose to do this, as well, as spare the criminals beneath their leaders was beyond asinine. They’d made their decisions.

When Kyber responded the young woman sighed. Some droids could be…Cumbersome. “I do not require that you understand. Obedience is sufficient. Ensure that the Rakghoul Droid you commandeered is returned to stasis immediately and I will see to the rest. Am I clear?”

There were a great many violent, disturbing, and monstrous bio-weapons in the depths of the labs that were care taken by the Minister of Science. Srina had no illusions about this. Nevertheless, she commanded her A.I. to run scans of all units capable of spreading deadly plagues or employing biological warfare. The Office of the Vicelord needed to know where they were at all times. They had been created to use in the most extreme of circumstances. Kalinda required precision. Not chaos. That was why they swept from stronghold to stronghold, wiping out gang, after gang versus orbitally bombarding the whole city. If they wanted mass genocide there were easier ways to do it.

From there the Exarch moved into the hotel that housed the leadership of the Bloody Rancors. The intel said that there was a mix of innocent and guilty. “Watch your targets, Ka. Not everyone is on our list.”

Generally speaking, the ones doing the shooting, would be the ones that that met a swift death. She used the Force as she had been taught to reflect the blaster fire back at the turrets that were hidden in the outer defenses of the hotel. What she couldn’t hit, she crushed, by closing her first and pulling on kinetic forces to render them useless. Lirka was right. The hallways of the hotel, past the front desk, were tiny. It made close combat that much more necessary.

Srina brought up her Verpine Hand Cannon and shot the desk clerk clean in the head as he reached beneath it. Alarms were suddenly going off, alerting the higher-ups of their presence, and she cursed lightly under her breath. From either end of the hallway, several men in light tactical gear began to pour from seemingly nowhere while guests at the hotel ran away. They were afraid. Golden eyes flickered.

“You take the left. I’ll take the right. Then we go up.”

 

[Lirka Ka]

[member="Srina Talon"]

“Damn shame, guess it’ll just be a nice workout.”

If anything, Ka seemed amused by the whole thing. She held no love for scum, she had worked for and among them for decades before she had joined the CIS entirely. Was just how things worked now, she rarely held love for the former aspects of life but criminals were something else. But they were good to test the bladework on a little.

She gave no mind to the other woman’s conversation with the droid, wasn’t her place to interject and wasn’t her business. She was here to kill and that was that, she let out a distorted chuckle from her helm when she was told that idea of “watch the targets”

“Don’t cut up the pleasure-slaves and the servants, got it. But if they get in my way I can’t make any promises.”

Lirka was at least self aware about her bloodlust, but she was given some orders and would make half an attempt to follow them. She was impressed enough with the woman’s skill in the force, she had nothing in comparison in her relatively untrained and untapped powers but knew enough to make a mess.

“I’ll try not to make too much of a mess.”

She was more talkative than usual, for better or worse. And off she went with a blur of Force Speed, followed by the sickly sound of a blade hacking flesh into little meaty bits.

 

[Darth Miseria]

Objective: Find the Royal Family​

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

Post 6​

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Searing heat threatened to burn the wild curls that stuck out from her head at all angles. The strangled choke of a dying man filled her ears and a soft smile played across her lips. It was sweet, sweet music. If they weren't so busy already Dianah would have closed her eyes to lose herself in it for a moment. But there were pressing matters to attend to. ​

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Behind her Jaron threw another not-so-cautious quip into the air. She replied in kind, with a playful smile. ​

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'Oh, my love, you're deluded if you thought I missed him by accident.'​

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She lent forward to press a single kiss to his lips and to pat his cheek softly with a gloved hand.​

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' I let you watch my six. Can't have you getting bored now, can we?'​

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In the distance she could feel Scherezade's familiar force signature, but something felt off. She flashed another smile at Jaron before creeping along to the room where the royal family were being held. ​

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The sight that met her eyes was both shocking and sorely disappointing. The first thing, the shocking thing, in her line of sight was Scherezade, covered in a spray of crimson blood. As her eyes trailed around the room they came across the disappointment. A dead child and it's grieving parents, all huddled into the same corner. Dianah lifted her hands up into the air and sighed a sigh that was laced with frustration.​

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'Does this mean we won't get our bonus?'​

 

[Daisy Americus]

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Location: Verena City [Museum/Kidnapped Royals]​

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

Wearing: Armor​

Action: Slipped into wall. Found dead kid. Called transports to GTFO. ​

Daisy moved through the halls after her best friend, playing overwatch, but she didn’t know what Scherezade knew. She couldn’t feel what the young woman felt. The Mandalorian born woman had learned to trust her sensors, her weapons, and her armor. There was some sort of urgency to the green-eyed deWinter that she could not ignore. She let go of the torch she’d made, counting on the foam putting it out, and she did he best not to fall on her arse. The golden-haired Haserian slid pretty hard into a wall during the chase. Scherezade didn’t have to worry about little things like traction since she was basically floating like some scary death goddess.

Crunching she shoulder against the wall, she moved swiftly with a burst from her jetpack and caught up just as [member="Caid Centurion"] seemed to be leaving. Her eyes narrowed behind her T-Visor. One day they were gonna have words. Perhaps similar to the words she was going to have with [member="Gerwald Lechner"]. It all depended on him and if he managed to keep that brooding’tude flowing strong. She’d treat it just like Mama Mericus had treated both herself and her siblings—slap it out of them.

Ain’t nobody got time for that.

A pretty snarky comment died on her lips when she caught up to Scherezade. The last thug was definitely dead. Just mushy bits of bone, blood, and leftovers of something that might have once been human. That wasn’t what she focused on. It was the child. All humor left her being the same way watercolor bled away from a brush. She was gladdened that her helmet hid the sudden pallor of her generally tanned skin.

“Haar'chak.”, she muttered under her breath. Everything that had been rather fun and exciting suddenly wasn’t. Daisy felt sick. She was fine a murderin’ thugs and criminals that had it coming. Seeing a child? She wasn’t prepared for it. Small hands, small feet, and empty eyes that would never see the world again. She turned away. She just couldn’t look. “Ah’ll call it in.”

Daisy stepped away. Not far, because Scherezade was covered in blood, and the Mandalorian was a worrier, but just enough that she could get some space. The air was too tight in there. Cloistered.

“We’ve got ‘em. Hostiles have been neutralized…The youngin’ didn’t make it.”, she reported into the higher ups of the CIS, knowing, that some were on the ground and some were in the sky. An armored transport would soon come to collect the Royals and they would be free to go with them. Or they could leave via their own vehicles. Once they were in Confederate hands their duty was complete. Payment would be deposited within twenty-four hours to their chosen accounts. “Yeah. We’ll sit tight till ya’ll get here. Magnaguard? You sure you can’t send some of the Knights? Somethin’ a little less…”

“Terminator?”

The Mandalorian found a white sheet that was used to cover a display and brought it over toward the Royal Family so they could cover their child if they wished to. She pulled away, giving them space, and fell back in place beside Scherezade. She didn’t touch her, but, remained close by. Her temperature sensors must have been off because they were showing it to be mighty cold. Her head turned toward the returned @Dianah Vi’dreya and [member="Jaron Lesan"]. “Ya’ll five by five? The transports are on their way.”

A dead kid. Daisy shook her head slowly. Why did that bother her?

 

[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"] | [member="Kyber"]

“That’s one way to look at it.”, Srina responded to Lirka, truthfully, not minding a little bit of extra training. She liked to stay in shape just as much as anyone and her Echani heritage demanded activity. She needed to move, to run, and to fight or she didn’t feel quite whole. Combat was twined in her blood. That would never change. The Sephi fighter intoned that she wouldn’t stop from cutting down anything that got in her way. Srina nodded sharply. “Fair enough.”

Her use of the Force had become instinctive. Blocking attacks, reflecting blaster shots, and telekinetically tearing creatures limb from limb had become second nature. Her eyes flared a golden shade as she pulled on more of her gifts. The Force ran through her veins, a surge of the Darkside, and she threw a wave of invisible strength down the right side of the hallway. It tore furniture from its moorings and ripped tile from the floor. Nothing was left standing.

“I’m pushing for the lift. Magnaguard are already closing in.”

The Verpine Hand cannon felt as if it belonged in her hand when she raised it to shoot at anyone that dared get back up from her initial assault. She could feel the presence of those she had come for. She could feel their fear, and knew, that they would not escape. She would not show pity like [member="Kyber"]. It was just one more way that proved the Confederate droid population had more emotion than she did.

Eventually, she found her back to the wall and she hit the buttons to call the turbolift and the tube shot down to pick them up. “Let’s move Ka!”, they’d spent more than enough time dealing with the grunts. Srina waited for Lirka, covering her, before they were abruptly enclosed by the reinforced glass. Blaster bolts didn’t seem capable of piercing the tube.

The top floor came faster than Srina anticipated and they cut through the front door without preamble. They barely had time to move, or fire back, before the world exploded into chaos around them. There were five or six people in the penthouse and all of them open fired. The windows exploded in as the Magnaguard made themselves known, and blaster fire went every which way, giving them a window of recovery. Abruptly, Srina realized that she had run out of rounds for her hand cannon.

Her right hand hovered near her side and an empty hilt sprung into it. Her lightsaber ignited in a flare of brilliant white as she made her advance. Swinging right, then left, she knocked blaster fire away before she spun into an attack and sliced clean through one of the leaders of the Bloody Rancor. He screamed and she drew her blade down the other way to finish the job. The amazing cutting power of a lightsaber didn’t let the blade get stuck in the body. It just moved right on through.

A blaster bolt whizzed by her arm and she jerked to the side to avoid it. Silver eyes, ringed with gold held no mercy, and she threw her hand out to counter. The man that had tried to shoot her would find himself flying through the broken windows and would most definitely meet his end when he hit the asphalt below. There would be no forgiveness here. Only death, until the mission was completed.

When she got a moment she pinged [member="Kyber"] on her Holo-Comm. "Status. We are nearly finished here."

 

[Lirka Ka]

[member="Srina Talon"]

Lirka never felt as alive as when she was leaving a trail of dismembered corpses and turned her armor a fine shade of crimson (though when she did a line of Spice one time is a close second) It just felt right. All those years of training, all the brutality of the Anzati teachers coming into existence. It was wonderful.

Ka left any grunt stupid enough to keep coming at them a fine trail to follow, she was dripping in just raw gore. It was impossible not to be when you used a weapon like her Klaive, two meters of humming death that could cut a man in two without so much as a thought. She panted ever so slightly as they took their elevator ride. Silent and smiling under her mouth less helmet. Good training.

Then the doors opened, and the shooting started. At the best of times she could be called an animal, this wasn’t the best of times. Without so much as a thought she rushed forward, letting blaster bolts ping off the plates of her armor. A scream and a slice as one of the leaders was reduced to a fine fountain of red, no mercy, no pity.

 

[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"] [member="Aston Jacobs"]
Post: 7

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People were moving around her. She knew Daisy was behind her, saying something. Dianah and the man she was with were moving towards them. Caid had left the building. Everyone around her was moving, things were... Well, not happening anymore. They were done with happening. She stared at it from behind her blood soaked face. Whereas before, emotions could clearly be read on her features with no hardship at all, there was nothing for the Sithling to give now. Her face was a blank and remained so as she turned around, walking towards the exit.

She did not care about the dead boy. She did not care about his grieving parents. Death happened. She was a Sith, and she left a trail of dead wherever she went.

But they were usually bodies she wanted to leave. Despite the opinion of all too many people in the Confederacy, Scherezade hadn't been a complete and utter failure at her job. Quite the opposite. She usually hit her objectives without getting too many people around her killed. Infiltration, death, destruction. She'd done it all, and kept her complaints for off the battlefield.

But this... This was the first time her mission had outright failed. Sure, they saved the parents, but the child was supposed to be a part of it as well. The little prince.

It wasn't how she wanted her last mission to be. It was supposed to be another success, a final one, before Scherezade deWinter ceased to exist. It wasn't her fault, she knew, nor was it the fault of any of her team members. They were simply too late. And still, it nagged on her, ate her from the inside. It wasn't even a proper mission farewell.

Scherezade looked up, realizing she was outside now. The extraction team would be there soon, she knew. She had a few last things to do, a few loose ends to tie together. A package that had to be sent. An official goodbye to the friends she had made, much too late.

With a sigh, she wiped some of the blood on her face off on the back of her arm. With the exception of Daisy, it was the last time the Confederates would see Scherezade deWinter, and she was leaving as she had been there the entire time; a mistake.

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Scherezade out. ​

Objective 1 completed.​

 

[Paragon of Virtue]

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The Royal Family of Kirima has been saved from the thugs that kidnapped them, though Kamstricht remains free, his whereabouts unknown. The streets of Verena City are now safe, the forces of the CIS having cleared them of any and all who thought to turn it into their personal playground, the plague contained, and the citizens of Kirima now safe.

Though their immediate safety, as well as their long term safety with the aide of the CIS, is assure, the people of Kirima will need some time to recover. A mourning day for the dead prince has been announced.

The CIS' efforts to help the planet resume.​

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As always, where our faction story ends, your personal stories are welcome to continue. Enjoy!​