The Blood Hound
Wearing: Armatura | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | The Sofitor
Wielding: 7 Nozhi Blades | 1 Whimsy Knife | 1 Whimsy Witch Knife | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Clarion | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke | Combat Gauntlets | Tessen | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader KD-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets | The Parasite
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Daiya
The skies of Iphigin had just finished turning dark. Lights had already flared up in the nearby capital city, but that was not where they were. No. While it was true that many rich people loved their lofty penthouses, many of them always preferred to be just a little bit out of the city, where they could pretend to have decent amounts of privacy, and lots of land that belonged to them where they never had to see less fortunate people unless they worked for them.
The Sithling had arrived there days before, and pinged the person she probably knew best in that wedge of the galaxy -
Daiya
. She was a girl on a mission, and she wanted someone else to join in on the mission. It could provide a wonderful experiment for the younger one, probably a better one than she had experienced the previous times she'd dangled with the Agents of Chaos.
In the industrial part of the capital city, Scherezade stood, holding a datapad in her hand, marking off things on her checklist. She was dressed in brown overalls, her hair covered by a raven black wig cut just to her chin. Her eyes, usually glowing and green, seemed like a dull brown to any who'd look at her. She hoped Daya would be able to tell through the costume.
"All right guys, we're almost done," she announced happily to the other workers, "Just load up trucks 11 and 17, and we're good to go!"
The smell was… Not very pleasant. Of all the things she could have done, the chaotic Sith Warrior had made her way into the ranks of meat factory workers. Tons upon tons of meat were handled there, most of them marked for export. But these two… Not these two trucks.
It had taken a lot of sneaking around and forging signatures to get it to happen. Enough meat, cooked for there days on low heat, and mixed with industrial amounts of various spices to make a form or borscht or goulash. Giant vats full of the stuff were moved into the trucks, soon to be ready for take off.
Of course, they didn't know that slightly after their arrival at their destination, there would be no digital trace of anything that happened, the cooking segments, or the magically missing meat, salt, and paprika.
It was going to be perfect!
Wielding: 7 Nozhi Blades | 1 Whimsy Knife | 1 Whimsy Witch Knife | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Clarion | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke | Combat Gauntlets | Tessen | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader KD-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets | The Parasite
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Daiya
The skies of Iphigin had just finished turning dark. Lights had already flared up in the nearby capital city, but that was not where they were. No. While it was true that many rich people loved their lofty penthouses, many of them always preferred to be just a little bit out of the city, where they could pretend to have decent amounts of privacy, and lots of land that belonged to them where they never had to see less fortunate people unless they worked for them.
The Sithling had arrived there days before, and pinged the person she probably knew best in that wedge of the galaxy -
Daiya
. She was a girl on a mission, and she wanted someone else to join in on the mission. It could provide a wonderful experiment for the younger one, probably a better one than she had experienced the previous times she'd dangled with the Agents of Chaos.In the industrial part of the capital city, Scherezade stood, holding a datapad in her hand, marking off things on her checklist. She was dressed in brown overalls, her hair covered by a raven black wig cut just to her chin. Her eyes, usually glowing and green, seemed like a dull brown to any who'd look at her. She hoped Daya would be able to tell through the costume.
"All right guys, we're almost done," she announced happily to the other workers, "Just load up trucks 11 and 17, and we're good to go!"
The smell was… Not very pleasant. Of all the things she could have done, the chaotic Sith Warrior had made her way into the ranks of meat factory workers. Tons upon tons of meat were handled there, most of them marked for export. But these two… Not these two trucks.
It had taken a lot of sneaking around and forging signatures to get it to happen. Enough meat, cooked for there days on low heat, and mixed with industrial amounts of various spices to make a form or borscht or goulash. Giant vats full of the stuff were moved into the trucks, soon to be ready for take off.
Of course, they didn't know that slightly after their arrival at their destination, there would be no digital trace of anything that happened, the cooking segments, or the magically missing meat, salt, and paprika.
It was going to be perfect!