Private Neon Red

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Over her years with the Sith, Bryn had needed to kill a few people. She was a new name and face with the Agents of Chaos though but had been tasked with the assassination of a couple. Maybe it was because she was new or very likely because it was two people that needed to be put down, she was assigned a partner.

They would be meeting in the docking bay where his ship was located and take off from there. Assuming she would need to have everything with her, she came prepared with what she thought she was going to need. In a small bag, she carried her mask. Right now, he could see what she looked like.

Her dark hair was short and kept clean, neat and tidy. One eye was brown, her other was the silver of a cybernetic one. With an almost emotionless face, she approached the hanger. Double-checking, her knives were in their sheaths, she walked through the door as it opened when she stepped on the pressure panel to open it.

Stopping just inside the door, she looked around to find where she was going. The cybernetic eye took in the details and cataloged them. Finally, they came to rest on the only other person in here and she headed in his direction. Along the way to their targets, she figured they could figure out their plan and how to accomplish their objective.

Holding her hand out when she got close enough to him, she shook his hand and let go after just a few moments.

"I'm Bryn. Your partner for this."

Dexter Zytros

 

[Dexter Zytros]

So Dexter had been prepping the ship. Making sure it was gassed up and ready to go when they were. He had done a few checks on the systems and pre-set their coordinates. With a job coming up he was mostly sober... mostly. With only a few drinks in him he was stable and focused, but he was relaxed enough not to be a total goof on the job.

Dexter was was tall, slim and seemed to carry himself lazily. Black messy hair that seemed to just flick out wherever it wanted and cold green eyes that hide behind the mop of his hair. His broad shoulders would hold the widest of his frame, and to the human eye he looked normal. However, his right arm was cybernetic with a blade, silenced blaster and electric plates in his hand, not that any of this was visible to the human eye. Still he carried a electro-staff strapped to his back and two blades on either side of his thighs and a blaster on his belt. He didn't look heavily armed, more expecting light fire at most. Even wearing his Shadow gear for stealth.


When his partner joined him he would greet her with a cocky grin, and extended arm shaking and retracting his arm.
"Dexter, Zytros. Nice to meet ya lovely... Shall we get going?...." He'd ask using his thumb to gesture to the ship but his eyes would be looking her over carefully. From her eyes first, lingering on the silver one a moment before looking to the rest of her like he was sizing her up. " Ya ever done anything like this before?" He'd ask tilting his head with a light look of curiosity to his tone and a tilt to his brow.

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If Dexter only had his arm as a cybernetic part, then she had a lot more work done to her. All of her bones had been replaced when she was kidnapped and used as an experiment for the Sith. At this time, she was still with them, but her role there was growing smaller and smaller. Perhaps a day would come when Bryn would leave them. That time wasn't right now though.

What her partner looked like really did not matter to the sithling. The only thing that did was his ability to accomplish the mission. His shake was firm which indicated he had confidence, which was just fine with her. After he gave her a look over, he asked if she had done anything like this before.

"Good to meet you as well, Dexter. Yes, I have been doing this kind of thing for a few years. Would you like me to cite examples?"

Having a friendly tone as she spoke, there was not a hint of anger buried in it. Her offer was genuine and she would tell him of her previous missions if he wanted clarification.

He had motioned to his ship and she boarded. Placing her bag near the exit, she turned when he came up the ramp.

"We can get on the road at any time."

Dexter Zytros

 

[Dexter Zytros]

Dexter would keep his one on her, it wasn't obvious but he was always careful of team ups, one knife in the back was enough to teach him that. She seemed sweet enough to him but the fact she was happy to give him her resume meant he likely had a well educated partner in the way of killing.

"I do love a good story time, lets get settled and ready to go and you can tell me all about you, Lovely. " He'd smile at her, moving to show her onto the ship, even pointing out a smaller room in back for her. "Wash up, rest up, whatever you need to do before hand if you need it, if not, food is up in the front with me if your hungry, just don't take anything the bottles at face value.... they don't always contain what you think they do. " Meaning some bottles were booze and some were well, some substances and poisons needed to be kept cold.

The ship was oddly cold, and rather blank, his things were here and there, a jacket over the pilots seat, a spare blade in the secure case. In the open space behind the cock pit seats there was a small bench set up, covered in, to the educated eye cybernetic repair tech and some half constructed pieces, a hand, a knee joint and what even looked like the first vertebrae of a spinal cord.

Dexter would move and flop himself into the pilot seat, flipping a few switches to start the engines and ready them before spinning around to wait on her telling him he was ready to for take off.
He could already tell this was going to be fun.

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Once they were both aboard, he pointed out where her room was. Keeping her bag where it was, all she did was nod. Listening as he spoke, they had yet to get to the business part of this mission. It wasn't that she felt he was delaying the conversation though. The two of them had just boarded the ship and had to take off.

"If I have any questions about a container, I will let you know. I'm pretty familiar with what is on the market. Might even have a few additional ideas to aid in your knowledge."

Hoping what she said didn't come out the wrong way, she fell silent. Having worked with the Sith for a long time, it was probably an accurate statement. Her history wasn't too well known and Bryn liked it that way. While she didn't intentionally keep things hidden or secret, nor did she openly broadcast much. Even her name wasn't the one she had been given at birth.

As they walked through his ship, she noticed it was well kept and mostly bland. This appeared to be a means to an end and nothing more. She could actually appreciate this. On the chance he ever visited her place after the mission, he would notice the same about her. In her own home, it was just a place to stay. It could also be said, she really didn't get attached to something.

Taking a seat just after he did, if he indicated he needed her to flip anything, she would. Once they were moving, she relaxed back in her chair. Finally showing just a hint of emotion, the corners of her mouth tipped up and she inclined her head to him.

"You first."

Dexter Zytros

 

[Dexter Zytros]

Dexter was pretty relaxed, once in his seat and she was in hers, he'd flick switches, turn a few dials and once in the air he would turn his attention to her.
"Anything you can teach me, I will happily take. I'm not that arrogant to turn down help...." He'd smirk with a cheeky glint in his eye as he let let the ship settle out before switching on crews control.

He'd look to her and seeing the corner of her lips tilt made him rather curious if she was just as curious as he was.
He'd take a bottle from the side, taking a sip nodding softly.
"Oh we are swapping stories now?....Oki.... worst story first....My first mission, I was sent to this palace. My mark was some guy, owner of a few companies that supplied for.... I don't even remember. I was only supposed to kill him. Problem was I was young and my nose always found trouble.... It was an inside job, I had to spend time getting to know him and his family to be able to get past his guards and his defenses kill him and take some box thing from his office. Problem was I only killed him when he caught me... with his daughter.... He came in, I reacted and shot him without thinking.... He was dead and my mission was done, not cleanly but it was. Of course I had to run. Grab the box and leave." He'd chuckle for a moment before he would take a long drink, his smile fading behind the bottle. " Found out... my Watcher, went in after I left and wiped out the rest, the daughter included because they saw my face... bit gruesome but I knew it had to be done.... Learned my lessons fast..." He'd chuckle bitterly again before he nodded to her. " Your turn, worst story first."


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It seemed neither one of them were too arrogant to not accept knowledge when it was offered. Not that Bryn could easily share what tools she used. They were both assassins and each of them had their own tricks. That was totally fine with her. She would share what she could and hoped he would do the same.

If she was going to share some of her stories, it was only fair he did as well. He accepted her invitation to go first. Listening as he told his tale, that was something she had never had to do. Get close to her target. Not even on a superficial basis. Once she was given a mission, they had all been to go in, accomplish her task and get out. His story sounded real and she didn't doubt him. Nodding when he finished, Bryn reached for the bottle to take a drink unless he chose not to share.

"Worst story huh? Alright. I was sent in to kill a reclusive Jedi. Unknown to the person that sent me in was that he had a daughter. I accomplished the mission, but as I was leaving the house, his child came home. She had caught sight of me leaving and when she walked in, saw her father dead...well, she tried to come after me. Had to kill her too. The girl had screamed when she discovered the body and that drew the attention of their neighbors. I barely escaped that situation. Having a pack of mad people chasing after you is bad."

In her voice, he would hear a touch of humor but no regret. A job was a job and finishing it was all that mattered. No matter what the cost was.

Dexter Zytros

 

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Dexter seemed to smile as he listened to her, his eyes confused on her but his hand would take the bottle to his lips now and again.
As she spoke of the daughter he wondered how old she was, he was tempted to ask, but he didn't want to seem like he cared, or that he was sympathetic. It was the only part of the job he hated, killing of lives that hadn't even started yet or leaving broken families behind because he was told to. The rest he could handle...so long as the death was rather clean it didn't bother him to much.
" I hate the messy ones, families get upset when you kill one of their own, they come after you then they all have to die.... Messy messy messy. It makes you wonder why anyone would run after the killer, right? Like you've just shown them what you can do, do they think it will be any different for them?" He'd chuckle softly before rolling his right shoulder, his newer arm still adjusting to the weight of it. He found innocent civilians rather hilarious when they tried to be heroic, tried to be more than dirt diggers.... He guessed that was the arrogance of a shadow.

"Speaking of messy, how do you want to handle this job? Blaze of glory or in and out? " He'd ask simply, as taking these people's lives was little more than a pay check. One he desperately needed at this point. " I'm hoping we can get back to eve pretty quick, I have a few jobs lined up." He'd say smoothly, a simple lie, his face didn't twitch, his heart didn't beat faster. He was calm and smiling. She didn't need to know he had 8 people waiting to break his kneecaps when he returned to Eve if he didn't pay up. Who would want to work with someone like that? Someone desperate for cash?

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"She didn't witness it, just me leaving and assumed...correctly that I had done the killing. Such a waste, but in anger people do odd things."

That was all Bryn said about the situation. The child had been old enough to know what she was doing and must have also known she was going to die. A little younger than she had been when she was taken in by the Sith. Early teens probably. Not speaking this out loud, it was a memory she thought of as she told him the story. Though she also preferred the assassinations to be clean.

"Depends. I usually like to go in, do what is needed and get out. Keep it clean and quiet."

Taking the bottle from Dexter again, she took a swig and handed it back. Her own name and face weren't well known. This was her first job with the Agents, but so far she was fitting in well. If this was a success, she expected more work would follow.

"What about you?"

Dexter Zytros

 

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Dexter would listen to her. Was that a sense of mercy he saw in her? Strange.
When she spoke about the way she normally handled it he nodded before swiveling in his chair to face back to his control panel before bringing down a screen. On it were their targets home,both targets were on screen, pictures and habits and all info that Dex could gather on them.

" I do what is fit for the job... For this they are constantly moving around.... Together, apart... together... apart, married couples sure are annoying....I suggest we stick together. We take them out together and hope to Discordia that none of the guards catch us... from what I can gather they aren't the nicest."

He'd sip his bottle again sitting back with a sigh as his hands would move to decrease the speed of the ship as the came close and then into the orbit of the target planet.
" I'm hoping with you with me, we shouldn't have any nasty surprises." He'd move to his side pulling out his helmet from under the dash before looking to her.
"Have you been given your uniform yet?"

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"The guards or the couple in question?"

Nodding when he suggested they go in together, they were assigned this mission. That being said, it made total sense to work as one unit for this. Not arguing that she browsed through the information he had gathered and made a few notes of ideas on her own datapad. Sharing that with him, she didn't speak until she was finished. It was a good thing the woman didn't get spacesick or the flight would have gotten messy.

Giving him a very odd look when he asked if she had been given a uniform yet, she shook her head.

"I didn't even know there was one."

She had brought along her own garb without the knowledge of needing a uniform.

"Do I really need one?"

There shouldn't be any surprises for the mission itself. While she could work without clothing she felt her own garb would be fine.

"Would you like to see what I brought?"

Dexter Zytros