Mando Spaghetti Western [artifact hunt] [pm to join]

[Miss Blonde]

The shotgun slammed into Patricia's chest causing the wind to be knocked out of her, landing on her back the woman felt like a fish out of water trying to get any air into her that she could. After a few seconds of gasping the woman slowly felt the air return and knew she was going to have a pretty good bruise across her chest, and if there was one thing you didn't do it was mess with the girls.

Feeling that same anger come over her the woman picked up her ruined shotgun and ran towards James who was savagely beating the down mando with a chain across their body and face. So not being one to miss out on a good thing the woman ran over and proceeded to use the hunk of ruined weapon as a club. Bashing and breaking bones the two of them proceeded to make sure Deacon stayed down. So a solid three minutes into the beating Miss Blonde and The Runner looked down at the broken and beaten barely living body of the old mando Deacon.

"WHERES THE MASK!!" With one last heave Patricia brought her makeshift club down on the man's chest.

Coughing blood the man spat it on the woman's face then coughed again and again. Patricia would then toss aside the club and reached for her revolver. Taking it out she pointed it at the man's head and pulled the hammer back.

"The Mask, now. Last chance." She said in a deadly tone.

"Go..." The man said weakly.

"To hell.." The man closed his eyes and accepted what came next.

Patricia didn't pull the trigger once, not twice, he'll not even three times. All six shots from the cylinder were emptied into the old man's head one by one at a quick rate, even after she had ran out of ammunition she continued to pull the trigger to the clicking sound of an empty weapon.

"KARK!! KARK!!" Patricia screamed and threw her revolver across the desert sand.

Taking a moment she looked down at the bloody corpse of the mando whose skull and head was splattered across the desert, she kicked the man's armor one last time then began to pace towards the hut trying to burn out her frustration.

"Serpent! Help me find some bandages or anything in the rubble that's dry to make Runner something so he doesn't bleed out!" Patricia approached the ruined cabin and began to sift through it to find any medical supplies for their wounded comrade.

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Dyxra'a"]

 

[Dyxra'a]

When Deacon had dropped to the ground. Dyxra'a felt her body go lax, muscles weakening as the drive to keep herself steady and focused escaped her. Disinterest in what happened with Deacon, The Runner and Miss Blonde engulfed her as she turned her attention towards herself, trying to figure out a quick way to get warm and fight off the chill that was beginning to encompass her mind and reality. However, that self invested investigation was cut short when she first watched The Runner dive at Deacon's prone form and begin to attempt to beat the old Mandalorian to death, then Miss Blonde join in using her shotgun as a makeshift club. Shaking herself out of her stupor, confident in the fact that her colleagues possessed enough wisdom to know that it would be a good idea to end the life of Deacon at that moment and that they would hold back for now, Dyxra'a began to make her way to the ruins of the hut to either warm herself by the smoldering fires or hunt down the artifact they had come for.

Stopping only after a few steps, Dyxra'a froze up in pure rage as the sound of gunshots began to ring out. Turning slowly, Dyxra'a came upon the site of Miss Blonde and The Runner standing over the now defiantly dead body of Deacon. Slowly and quietly, Dyxra'a began to growl under her breathe at the site as a rush of anger ran through her. Deacon had been hers to kill as much as theirs and while she had shown that she could control herself, knew how to pull herself back from the edge, they had not. Instead, all that they had shown to her on that day was that the two of them were not to become trusted allies, that they would put their own pursuits or anger over the job.

Turning in disgust, Dyxra'a limped her way over to the now dead Mandalorian's old home. From all that she had done, she now possessed an invested interest in the relic they were pursuing, and she would let the Gods strike her down before she retreated what was now partially hers by right.

Stopping at the edge of the remnants of the hut, Dyxra'a luxuriated in the feeling of tendril of heat from the odd fires that still burnt washed over her chilled form, warming her slowly freezing blood. She stiffened once more though as Miss Blonde's voice cut through the air. Growling as she listened to the blondes words, her nostrils flaring in anger as began to loose control of her emotions. Marching into the hut, the anger rushing through her veins drawing on the Force without her knowledge nor understanding to fight back the effects of the cold water, Dyxra'a began to mutter under her breathe in Falleen.

Pulling herself to a halt after a few minuets, two effects happened within her mind's Foci. First, a safe door slammed shut, locking back the emotions of Dyxra'a once more and causing an emotionless mask to cover her features. Second, one of the paintings that represented her loyalty began to burn, flames licking at the canvas until the painting of a faceless man wearing a black suit and tie was severely damaged, but still existing.

Refocusing her mind, Dyxra'a began to hunt for the relic. From the extent that Deacon had gone to protect the hut, as he didn't have to stand and fight near the hut in the first place unless he was serving as a guardian, Dyxra'a had initially assumed that the relic would have been simply within the hut, in plain very or easily accessible so that Deacon would be able to grab it quickly just in case he would have had to flee. However, from how easily Deacon had set of an explosion equal to a thermal grenade within the hut, that left Dyxra'a with the conclusion that it was hidden somewhere much more secure, where not even the heat nor flames from the explosion could reach it. Adding that fact to the protection of the hut, Dyxra'a came to the conclusion that the relic was hidden.

Tuning out Miss Blonde's hunt for resources to use to attend to The Runner's wound, Dyxra'a began to slowly move around the perimeter of the interior of the hut before slowly shifting inwards one concentric ring at a time. She would periodically tap the cane form of Janus against the ash covered floor, listening for a change in frequency, while knocking aside rubble as she searched for a section of flooring where the effects of the explosion were less prominent. She was assuming that when a change of frequency was found at the same place where the explosion had barely damaged the floor, that would be where the relic would be hidden.



[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Miss Blonde was in the blown out hut with the Serpent, however where her scaley counterpart was looking for something else she was trying to find some sort of dry cloth to use as a field dressing for the Runner. Everything was soaked in water and smoking from the explosion, it was unlikely that they would find anything here. This whole operation was a bust, but it seemed that the serpent was up to something.

Listening to the taps the woman heard the difference as her cane she built struck the floor revealing that something was indeed hidden. Miss Blonde's heart raced as she tried to figure what it could be, maybe it was the mask after all and this would be successful. Looking at Dyxra'a she gave her a nod then looked around and quickly found an axe.

"Runner!! Get your ass over here! We found something!" the woman said as she took the axe to the floorboards.

After a few chops she slid the damages boards out of the way to reveal an unlocked metal door.

"Bingo." she said with a smile.

Reaching her senses out with the force it didn't feel booby trapped, it was safe to the best of her knowledge. So squatting down she opened to basement door and the hum of artificial lights kicked on.

"I'll go in. Keep a lookout, we've made a lot of noise." The woman said as she prepared to jump down.

With a quick moment the woman jumped down into the basement to see it was practically a bunker of protection. Durasteel and concrete walls the place was hung with pieces of art and history of the mandalorian people. Whoever the guy was he was a scribe apparently keeping swords and other pieces of their people's history secret. But as the woman looked around she couldn't find a mask.

"Dammit!! There's no mask!" She said to those up top.

But one thing drew her eye, across from her she could see on a pedestal on the body of a mannequin was a full set of body armor that was missing the helmet. Bellow it read "Mandalore the Ultimate"

"Yeah, that'll work just fine." the woman said with a wicked grin.

[member="James Justice"] [member="Dyxra'a"]

 

[Keira Priest]

By this time Keira had made it from the middle of the town to the outskirts, and from there to the cabin the others had been directed to. It was a walk she had taken her time on, mostly due to the fact that she wasn't exactly looking forward to what would no doubt be a confrontation with those she had grown close to within the past months, a conflict that would no doubt test the strength of those bonds and perhaps fray some beyond repair. As if sensing her inner turmoil, once again Thalia spoke up from within the confines of the helmet. "You don't have to do this." The corners of her mouth tightened. "Maybe not. But if I don't, nobody else will." If in-helmet comms were good for one thing, it was holding conversations like these without seeming entirely crazy.

Her actions were eerily similar to those taken by the former head of the Red Ravens years in the past, his loyalties to one allied sect taking precedence over those he had formed through true trial. This realization twisted like a knife in her stomach, a tightness forming in her throat. It was easy to rationalize her actions when she was still able to hold the acting part at arm's length, but now that the time has come she wasn't quite as self-assured as she had been in the past. But she would continue forward regardless, it being too late to turn back now, her actions already more or less set in stone. This might not have been quite the right thing to do, but that had never concerned her in the past. She didn't allow it to completely dawn on her that she had changed a lot since then.

When the ruins of what had once been a living place came into sight her pace slowed, the AI already completing her own scans and relaying information back to her via the HUD and the spoken word. "All three are accounted for." Anything of pressing importance was displayed before her eyes, her artificial companion otherwise remaining silent as if to allow her time to consider just what was going to happen within the span of the next few minutes. There was no simple way to go about this, and so she sufficed for merely continuing her progress until she stood nearly among the others within the rubble, some of which was still smoking from the explosion. Patricia would sense her, and that was enough.

[member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Dyxra'a"], [member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

James looked at the dead body of Deacon. Served him right. It was too bad Miss Blonde had killed him so quickly. The spacer was about to beat the man into a bloody mess, letting him expatiate on his own blood--or bleed to death from his own internal injuries. Which ever came last.

The Runner kicked the remains of the dead man's skull, scatting the gore remains even further across the sands, "Fething bastard."

He began limping away, back towards the burning hut. He found a small metal box that was smoldering with heat and almost beginning to melt. After kicking it open he saw its medical contents and felt relief. He stabbed a needle of Bacta into his thigh, letting it get to work before he unwrapped a roll of gauze. With the practiced hands of a man who had bandaged himself more times than he cared to admit, James removed the blood-soaked bandanna and wrapped his wound. Tossing aside what was left of the roll, he grabbed a needle of antibiotics and jabbed his leg again. Satisfied, he limped to his mount. His leg burned from the medical attention, but he would live and it wouldn't have to be removed.

"Alright, lets get the hell out of here," he shouted when he was in the saddle.

[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="Dyxra'a"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Reaching for her comm link the woman lifted it to her mouth and spoke into the communicator, it was about time for them to make their leave.

"Bring the ship down, package is secured." The woman said as she began to climb up the ladder.

Having reached the top the woman found James and Dyxra'a both looking not so groovy, however they were still alive so that was always a good sign of things. Patricia caught the figure coming towards them and her contacts zoomed in order for her to see Keira coming their way, it seemed she was here for some reason unknown to her. So with that she whipped out the comm unit again and tuned to her friends frequency. Walking a few steps from her two associates to get out of ear shot the woman spoke in her normal voice.

"Hey Keira, the mask wasn't here after all. All we found was some beskar armor and some other things that are of no use to us, shame about the guard though, had to blow his brains across the desert." Patricia said as she paced around the destroyed hut.

"What are you doing here anyways? I thought you were spending the day with the kids, speaking of which we need to set a play date for Jarven Jr. and Reid. He hasn't had the chance to socialize with other babies." Going into more casual conversation the woman was oblivious of what Keira was truly there for.

But Patricia did have her suspicions which was why she referred to the armor of Mandalore as just another set of armor. Above head a few Dropships broke atmosphere and were a few moments out from picking up the outlaws from the site where the poor mando had met their demise.

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Dyxra'a"] [member="James Justice"]

 

[Keira Priest]

What the other woman describe as simple 'beskar armor' her HUD had identified as belonging to the long dead Mand'alor the Ultimate, leader of that famed warrior people during the Mandalorian Wars that fell to Revan. An artifact in all respects, and not something that belonged on the black market. The attempts at casual conversation were ignored, and silence was the only response granted for a few more seconds before she finally spoke, each word carefully dictated. "It doesn't belong to you." That was enough to entirely reveal her intentions in coming here, and she allowed it to suffice as its own explanation, half expecting the other woman to draw a weapon while carefully prepared to retaliate in much of the same manner.

"The armor is the property of the Clans. Not any aruetiise." It was funny how instinctively that language came now, Mando'a falling past her lips with as much ease as Basic or Old Corellian had in the past. Her involvement with the warrior culture and her men had certainly rubbed off on her, of that there was no doubt. "I would ask nicely, but I don't think that word is in either of our vocabularies." Aggression always accomplished more at a faster rate, regardless of whether it was warranted or not. Her stance shifted just slightly, communicating her willingness to act should this shift to violence at any moment. For once a fight wasn't something she wanted, but as always she wouldn't hesitate to defend herself.

"So, what's it going to be?"

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Hydralord]

Hydra walked out of the black marked, after buying power circuits with his bounty money, he notices a women in the far right is HUD, two men also that seemed to be angered with her, Hydra decides to step in

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Keira Ticon"]

Patricia chuckled a bit at Keira's words. Starting there it turned into a genuine laugh and she sighed over the comms afterwards, really it was quite funny and Patricia wanted her to know that. The fact of the matter was Keira wasn't mandalorian, she was as mandalorian as Luke Skywalker was, which was to say not at all. So no, Patricia didn't reach for her weapon and instead she would put the woman in her place.

"Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time there was a little girl with nothing, she was floating around doing nothing, owning nothing, living in a crappy apartment, and wasting her potential. Now someone noticed that potential, someone who hadn't spent the last few years living in a bottle, someone who genuinely cared for this loser." Patricia said with another chuckle.

"Now this person gave that loser a job, put clothes on her back, gave her a family, gave her opportunity, and when things went south for the two of them her potential truly shined. Now while the other had to go into hiding in order to protect her family and is still there the other gets to stay where they are and in fact got a promotion due to the other one placing her where she was. But here's where things get interesting."

"They could unmake her just as easily as she had created her. Her creator could show the other's new bosses very damaging footage. Footage of the woman being places she shouldn't, killing people she shouldn't be killing. Now the creator would hate to do that, in fact it might be so damaging to her creation she just might have to go into hiding to protect her family as well. So when the pretty little girl found something she shouldn't have then maybe all she needed to do was look the other way and the story will have a happy ending." The woman said with a very deadly tone.

"But anyways it's just a story." The woman said with a smile and her normal cheery voice.

"Does Wednesday sound good for that play date? I'll be sure to bring a few toys over for your kids, they deserve the world you know." And that was that. Keira would hopefully get the message.

[member="Hydralord"] - Sorry friend this is a faction RP for the syndicate. If you're looking to join our faction then you are welcome to participate, otherwise this is closed for only faction members

 

[Keira Priest]

"You know just as well as I do that I could kill you where you stand without so much as moving a muscle." That was a threat just as much as it was a statement of fact. Even without her armor and weapons she was something of a weapon in her own right, and when those armaments were added to the equation she became far more deadly. It was something Keira prized herself on, but this time it wasn't worth it. "The risk, however, outweighs the gain." The comment was made seemingly offhandedly, though the razor sharp edge to her voice spoke otherwise. This was both women displaying sides of them that neither typically glimpsed at directed towards themselves in particular. Thinly veiled threats were reserved for the enemy, not close friends.

Her head inclined just slightly. "You would do well to remember just what you gave me the capabilities to do with all that you gave me. I have you to thank for this, sure, but other parts of it I've built myself. The only thing I owe you favors for is our time back in the Ravens. But I think you know I'm not the sort to believe too firmly in any of that." She was much more no-nonsense, preferring to get things done and over with in the moment without worrying about the consequences later. "I'll go ahead and turn my back, sure. But only this time. And I think you know me well enough to know that to be true." Only then did she seem to notice that the vibroblade sheathed within the gauntlet of her left hand had been deployed, but just as quickly it disappeared from sight.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

"I tried to be nice about this Keira, really I did. But your ego and over confidence is your weakness." Patricia snapped her finger and soon events came into motion.

The warship above them had had its guns fixed on Keira the entire time. A massive turbo laser came down twenty meters from Keira in a violent show of force. The ground exploded and turned to glass as a rail gun round shot forward and shattered that glass into a million tiny pieces. This was all of course a few meters from the woman and could of easily of been her.

A nine hundred meter warship with multiple guns firing on a single target, even with a TK barrier there was no way Keira would be able to survive a barrage of fire directed at her. So Patricia wasn't one to be messed with, Keira held no power over her, no threat she could make was fact. The fact was Patricia didn't need the force to kill Keira at any time, she didn't need the force as a crutch, she could do it no matter what. Then Patricia would say a few words in a very cold and deadly tone of voice.

"I know where you live Keira, I know where you sleep at night, I won't bring your kids into this out of love but if you ever so much as over step your boundaries with me again I will destroy you. Your precious slade, gone. And no I won't kill him, I'll stick a needle in his arm until he doesn't know who he is anymore, until he doesn't know who you are. I'll go to the republic and give the supreme chancellor the footage from Kashyyyk, from Atrisia, from every little incriminating act that will warrant your arrest. I will turn Lusk against you, I will have your rank stripped from you and leave you in the cold abandoned wastes of this galaxy." Patricia wound wrap up their conversation.

"I loved you, Keira. You were my best friend, and you couldn't trust me. I have been there for you since before the clans, I have done nothing but love you and help you. But the moment you joined this farce of a nation you seemed to forget that. I guess your memory is shorter than I thought." Patricia gathered up on the dropship with the serpent and runner.

"When you're ready to love me and trust me again, you know where to find me." The ship lifted itself into the air and boarded the warship's hanger leaving Keira alone on the ground with a stripped vault and a dead body.

[member="Keira Ticon"]