The Demon of Jedha
Wearing: Gladiator Armor
Armed with: Dark Five Rings
Current Configuration: Lynda (See Bio)
21 hours Prior, Coruscant
The Westenra Copy known as Lynda watched the city from her Balcony in a Black Cocktail Dress and Stiletto Heels, It was lovely at night. She was staying in, wanting to be alone, and deeply unhappy.
Laertia had delivered some sort of Hardline Manifesto to GA Authorities a few days ago. The Holonets were abuzz with her latest actions against the GA and NIO. They painted her as a terrifying, traitorous butcher, and she had The Jedi Body Count to prove it. Lynda was aghast at what Laertia had become, what she had 'allowed' herself to become.
Worse still, this was the copy of Westenra that had made the offer and personally inducted her in secret into House Li-Ves after the battle of Atrisia against the Sith Lord Mythos.
She had let a lonely, but talented warrior in, and now she threatened to drag all of House Li-Ves into the Third Imperial Civil War. It was her fault.
No one knew this of course. Her ties with House Li-Ves were kept absolutely secret being a plant in the GA.
She worked in the Alliance as a mercenary, chasing terrorists and criminals. She was paid top credit due to her efficiency. The Military was trying to tempt her with more credits to join in the war on a more official basis. Lynda had not accepted, because it might mean she'd have to fight Laertia...and in spite of everything she had done, she still loved Laertia like a Sister. But she fought alongside GA Jedi occasionally. She was friends with some of them. She could understand their hopes and dreams, their sincere desire to free the Galaxy from the evil of the Sith no matter the cost to themselves. Or as Laertia had negatively interpreted it, the cost to others such as the people losing their worlds while they fought the Sith. Lynda didn't want to judge them, but even she couldn't help but be deeply mistrustful and suspicious of the NIO, and Lynda loved the GA. No Westenra Copy currently extant had ever met a Stormtrooper they had liked. So she had stayed out of their fight so far, preferring to donate most of her profits to charity for the refugees. The endless, injured, bleeding refugees fleeing the horrors of the Bryn'adul. She passed by them on the streets sometimes. Lost and broken and empty. Homeless in the Underworks. Or top side. She had started using some of her time to work in a soup kitchen to feed them after her memory databanks started randomly looping the memory of the suffering on their faces to her
Which is what made the next assignment so iffy.
She was being asked to go on a joint training exercise between GA Jedi and NIO Stormtroopers. With the Triumvirate being solidified, the possibility that Stormtroopers and Jedi would have to work together closely was a real, tangible possibility. They were really pressing hard for her to join, and it went way beyond money. There was the not so subtle irritation in the offer.
Lynda knew she was walking a tight rope. The Military getting irritated by her continued recalcitrance in working with NIO Forces might lead to them withholding lucrative work in the future. She couldn't help as many people as she did if there was less money.
Lynda felt her bright, glowing red blood leak out as tears on her face, being reabsorbed back into her flesh as they slid down. She couldn't even enjoy her usual evening of Flute Playing in her soundproof bedroom. Music was one of the few things in her life that gave her joy.
Lynda instead went to her terrarium in her sparse high rise, which lacked expensive decoration and was more utilitarian save for her paintings of rare exotic flowers.
From there, she picked up her pet turtle, still crying, and sat on the couch, petting it softly as she watched the news report on Laertia's latest slaughter.
"What have I done?" She asked herself as she wept, petting her turtle...
Present.
The Android had signed up, not sure why she was doing it herself. The Military officials had been overjoyed, but highly perplexed as she waved her fee.
Clad in her blue and red Hoplite-Like armor, Lynda had sat very uneasy and quiet amongst the Jedi, and didn't make conversation, even while the Jedi and the Stormtrooper Units had started to mingle, getting a feel for one another, as their transport sped to the outer rim on a remote planet with notable wreckage of crashed ships to conduct irregular warfare training in hazardous environments. Lynda was to function as security detail for the secure perimeter to be set up when they landed.
Lynda had known they were about to have a bad day when she heard the first rumble in the engines as they neared the planet. Her eyes detected a curious electromagnetic fluctuation across the whole ship before the lights cut. Then her enhanced hearing had picked up a detonation in the engine section. Emergency lights went on and with the groan of the superstructure, Lynda got into the crash harness at the same time everyone got to their seats, as the growns got worse, the captain of the ship telling everybody to prepare for emergency landing.
The impact was so hard Lynda was actually knocked off line for a short while, which stunned her as she didn't realize she could actually be knocked out until now...
Minutes later.
Lynda awoke to a wrecked interior. It had been a bad wreck. Ripping her way out of the safety harness, Her soft pink eyes with a very faint glint of purple at the center glanced around in X-Ray mode. Eight dead, snapped backs and necks. Lynda immediately set about moving those she could move out of the cabin, not stopping to take a breath as she carried as many as she could outside the crash of the large troop transport vessel to a barren desert like environment in the shadow of ancient wrecks that loomed over an old wrecked fort in the distance. As far as she could tell, everyone so far was badly injured, but not to the point of needing immediate life saving surgery or bleeding out externally or internally. Broken bones mostly. But they all had them. Even the Jedi, who seemed to have received the worst injuries. She had moved the Stormtroopers out first then the Jedi, and went exploring the crashed ship for more survivors.
"Is anybody still alive?!" Lynda called out in sincere worry, panicked at how badly her attempt to salve her conscience was going.
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Armed with: Dark Five Rings
Current Configuration: Lynda (See Bio)
21 hours Prior, Coruscant
The Westenra Copy known as Lynda watched the city from her Balcony in a Black Cocktail Dress and Stiletto Heels, It was lovely at night. She was staying in, wanting to be alone, and deeply unhappy.
Laertia had delivered some sort of Hardline Manifesto to GA Authorities a few days ago. The Holonets were abuzz with her latest actions against the GA and NIO. They painted her as a terrifying, traitorous butcher, and she had The Jedi Body Count to prove it. Lynda was aghast at what Laertia had become, what she had 'allowed' herself to become.
Worse still, this was the copy of Westenra that had made the offer and personally inducted her in secret into House Li-Ves after the battle of Atrisia against the Sith Lord Mythos.
She had let a lonely, but talented warrior in, and now she threatened to drag all of House Li-Ves into the Third Imperial Civil War. It was her fault.
No one knew this of course. Her ties with House Li-Ves were kept absolutely secret being a plant in the GA.
She worked in the Alliance as a mercenary, chasing terrorists and criminals. She was paid top credit due to her efficiency. The Military was trying to tempt her with more credits to join in the war on a more official basis. Lynda had not accepted, because it might mean she'd have to fight Laertia...and in spite of everything she had done, she still loved Laertia like a Sister. But she fought alongside GA Jedi occasionally. She was friends with some of them. She could understand their hopes and dreams, their sincere desire to free the Galaxy from the evil of the Sith no matter the cost to themselves. Or as Laertia had negatively interpreted it, the cost to others such as the people losing their worlds while they fought the Sith. Lynda didn't want to judge them, but even she couldn't help but be deeply mistrustful and suspicious of the NIO, and Lynda loved the GA. No Westenra Copy currently extant had ever met a Stormtrooper they had liked. So she had stayed out of their fight so far, preferring to donate most of her profits to charity for the refugees. The endless, injured, bleeding refugees fleeing the horrors of the Bryn'adul. She passed by them on the streets sometimes. Lost and broken and empty. Homeless in the Underworks. Or top side. She had started using some of her time to work in a soup kitchen to feed them after her memory databanks started randomly looping the memory of the suffering on their faces to her
Which is what made the next assignment so iffy.
She was being asked to go on a joint training exercise between GA Jedi and NIO Stormtroopers. With the Triumvirate being solidified, the possibility that Stormtroopers and Jedi would have to work together closely was a real, tangible possibility. They were really pressing hard for her to join, and it went way beyond money. There was the not so subtle irritation in the offer.
Lynda knew she was walking a tight rope. The Military getting irritated by her continued recalcitrance in working with NIO Forces might lead to them withholding lucrative work in the future. She couldn't help as many people as she did if there was less money.
Lynda felt her bright, glowing red blood leak out as tears on her face, being reabsorbed back into her flesh as they slid down. She couldn't even enjoy her usual evening of Flute Playing in her soundproof bedroom. Music was one of the few things in her life that gave her joy.
Lynda instead went to her terrarium in her sparse high rise, which lacked expensive decoration and was more utilitarian save for her paintings of rare exotic flowers.
From there, she picked up her pet turtle, still crying, and sat on the couch, petting it softly as she watched the news report on Laertia's latest slaughter.
"What have I done?" She asked herself as she wept, petting her turtle...
Present.
The Android had signed up, not sure why she was doing it herself. The Military officials had been overjoyed, but highly perplexed as she waved her fee.
Clad in her blue and red Hoplite-Like armor, Lynda had sat very uneasy and quiet amongst the Jedi, and didn't make conversation, even while the Jedi and the Stormtrooper Units had started to mingle, getting a feel for one another, as their transport sped to the outer rim on a remote planet with notable wreckage of crashed ships to conduct irregular warfare training in hazardous environments. Lynda was to function as security detail for the secure perimeter to be set up when they landed.
Lynda had known they were about to have a bad day when she heard the first rumble in the engines as they neared the planet. Her eyes detected a curious electromagnetic fluctuation across the whole ship before the lights cut. Then her enhanced hearing had picked up a detonation in the engine section. Emergency lights went on and with the groan of the superstructure, Lynda got into the crash harness at the same time everyone got to their seats, as the growns got worse, the captain of the ship telling everybody to prepare for emergency landing.
The impact was so hard Lynda was actually knocked off line for a short while, which stunned her as she didn't realize she could actually be knocked out until now...
Minutes later.
Lynda awoke to a wrecked interior. It had been a bad wreck. Ripping her way out of the safety harness, Her soft pink eyes with a very faint glint of purple at the center glanced around in X-Ray mode. Eight dead, snapped backs and necks. Lynda immediately set about moving those she could move out of the cabin, not stopping to take a breath as she carried as many as she could outside the crash of the large troop transport vessel to a barren desert like environment in the shadow of ancient wrecks that loomed over an old wrecked fort in the distance. As far as she could tell, everyone so far was badly injured, but not to the point of needing immediate life saving surgery or bleeding out externally or internally. Broken bones mostly. But they all had them. Even the Jedi, who seemed to have received the worst injuries. She had moved the Stormtroopers out first then the Jedi, and went exploring the crashed ship for more survivors.
"Is anybody still alive?!" Lynda called out in sincere worry, panicked at how badly her attempt to salve her conscience was going.
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