Private Notorious | The Silencers

[Kyrinov]

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Currently Fronting: Kyrinov
Location: Eve, Scintilla - City Center
Equipment: Dress of Salvation [ X ] | Inanna | Anat

He had all of 15 minutes.

After that, the Silencers had free reign to hunt him down as target practice for the real thing. And he had only that time to blend in and remain hidden. Of course, he wasn’t without insurance.

Strapped on his back, underneath a blood red suit was one of his Sith Swords, his height accommodating for the heft and length of the blade perfectly. The pommel of the sword was plain and easily mistakable for an accent piece at the back of his neck. For added security, Anat trotted beside him, wearing a vest that denoted her as a service wolf. Though she was off lease to be able to alert and perform crowd control if necessary, she was also there to be another layer of defense. In a real situation, the target would likely be guarded by someone or something. It was best that they practice that sooner than later.

The hunters knew their limits, disarm and detain. They “won” by a yield from the Chaplain.

“Move. You only have 12 minutes now. Keep your wits about you. Oh, and that suit was a nice pick, Svea has good taste,” Rhye commented inside of their mind as he walked, whistling to call Anat to his side, just slightly in front of him as he set a leisurely pace in the bustle of the afternoon rush. The skyscrapers were a lovely sight with the combination of the bright sky and warm sunlight. If only he had the time to actually appreciate it at the moment.

“Damn right I do. We’d like to wear something other than armor all the time.” He swore he could feel the warrior glaring daggers at him from within. He always had to be prepared and he thought, of all people, the Sandali woman would understand that. Perhaps she did and she was just teasing. Either way, he made a mental note to finally take Scherezade up on that dreaded shopping trip when this was all said and done.

“5 minutes. Get ready, stay vigilant.” When was he ever not vigilant? He shrugged and agreed with the Thyrsian, weaving through the crowd on one of the main streets and taking his time on his walk. Svea was far too close to the front for comfort today, but she knew what was coming and she was eager for a fight. If she made an appearance, the others might notice, some might not. He took easy, deep breaths, ear strained and nerves on end as he listened with precision and practiced patience, picking out different sounds and focusing on them individually as a test run of his own abilities to make sure office work hadn’t softened him.

“Time's up, Theluji. Ready the hounds of war.” Snow, he hadn’t heard that nickname since he was a teenager. A poke at his ivory skin and unnatural white hair of his youth. Nice touch. But, the warrior was once again correct. And somehow he knew there was smirk on her face.

They were on their way and he likely had only minutes before they were upon him.

Nighthaunter | Valkur | Khal'vyssa | Jai'galaar Gred | Cade Orion | Herah | Vale Vynar ​

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[Khal'vyssa]

Location: Eve - Mikdash ha’Sheketh, Scintilla
Gear and Equipment: Chassella’s Chakrams (4) │ Chassella’s Twin Lightsaber Shotos │ Silent Blades │ Dress of Salvation - X (Taozin Skin Nodule)
Tags: Kyrinov Nighthaunter Valkur

Ever since her training bout with the Chaplain, her training with the Silencers at Mikdash ha’Sheketh had become a twice or thrice-weekly routine for Chassella. The Noxidome Arena, along with its stale and heavy air had become a second home to her. Over time, she had learned to harmonize her breathing within the arena in order to optimize her performance, and she gradually became acclimated to fighting and working out under the heavy gravity of the arena. In addition, it made working out in regular gravity easier, quickly finding the once-strenuous workouts and sparring exercises she did at the monastery to be much less taxing, to the point where she found herself doing even more repetitions in order to break a sweat.

And so, when Chassella was invited to join the Silencers in another training activity, she did not hesitate in reaching the temple in time for the briefing. With a small group of other Silencers, she was charged with hunting down the Chaplain and forcing him to yield. Unlike most of her Silencer peers, Chassella wasn’t trained as a tracker and she lacked any real Force-sensitivity. In spite of her skills as a combatant, Chassella knew that she would need to accompany a more capable team mate in order to find the Chaplain in the first place so that she could engage him.

Nevertheless, Chassella couldn’t help but to feel slightly out-of-place. Almost all of the highest-ranking and most skilled assassins of the Silencers were within the briefing room, preparing for the training exercise with the Chaplain. By contrast, she was a low-ranked disciple of the Eight Arrows Sect. While her superiors spoke highly of her martial talents, she still sensed a distinct divide between herself and the other assassins in the room. Unlike many of them, she was, in effect, a priestess-in-training. In many cases, her obligations as a religious sister took precedence over her duties as an “assassin”. There were rare times where her two callings clashed. Regardless, now, she was purely an assassin.

At the conclusion of the fifteen minutes, Chassella locked eyes with the Reaper next to her. It was only then that she recognized him as the Nighthaunter ( Nighthaunter ). The man had developed an awe-inspiring reputation as an assassin, and was likely the most talented and prodigious killer within the Silencer order and perhaps within the entirety of the Scintilla. Turning her gaze away from him, the diminutive priestess-assassin quietly decided that she would follow him, discreetly or otherwise...

 

[Nighthaunter]

Location: Eve - Mikdash ha’Sheketh, Scintilla
Gear and Equipment: Willbreaker, Silent Blades, MK I Nightsuit. Phase I "Clairvoyant" Anti Material Sniper Rifle
Tags: Kyrinov Valkur Khal'vyssa

Nighthaunter had missed the day to day training of the Silencers, he had been out in the field so much recently that it felt like he had barely spent anytime on the home world of the AoC. He was clad in his dark MK I Nightsuit, the dark amour covering him from head to toe. The armour looked like it was sucking in all the light around him, and surrounding him in it. The only thing visible were his piercing emerald eyes, that shone beneath his hood and mask covered face. He flexed his wrists instinctively feeling the cold metal of his silent blades slide down his wrist and stop just beyond his finger tips, he then flexed his wrist again and they retracted. He felt his sword Willbreaker humming beside him, as always the force imbued blade was tempting him to draw blood. However he resisted the urge to, as he had for many years now.

He looked around at the other trainees around him sizing them up, there were few of them but two definitely stood out from the rest. One of them was a young girl, she looked to be like any other new Silencer recruit, however there was on significant difference. It was obvious that she felt slightly out of place being surround by all of these seasoned assassins. He assumed that she must be a new recruit of the Eight Arrows Sect. He cocked an eyebrow underneath his mask in thought. 'Why would they send one of their new recruits here? They were hunting the First Chaplain. A man that he had personally trained in the art of stealth, deception and murder'. He pondered this for a moment, if this was a live combat situation it would be like sending a child to fight a sith lord. However he decided to reserve judgement until he had seen her in action. If she was here, she was here on merit. The Silencers weren't an organization that accepted weakness within it's members.

He looked over at Valkur. The Sith had clearly grown in power within the short time that he had been the First Chaplains apprentice. The Nighthaunter could see this in the way that he carried himself. He was clearly a lot more confident in his abilities and was less afraid to use them. The Nighthaunter quickly snapped out of his daydreaming when the timer beeped alerting him there was one minute until they could pursue his old apprentice. As he did one last weapons check and readied himself to pursue, he could feel the eyes of many of the Silencers on him. He didn't like it, he preferred to stay in the shadows. It allowed him to keep an eye on those within the Silencer order, without them knowing they were being observed. As it was once stated before Kyri was just the one visible head of the two headed monster that was the Silencer organization, the Nighthaunter was the invisible second head. However today he was to hunt his old friend down... Whatever the cost.

 

[Valkur]

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Tags: Kyrinov Nighthaunter Khal'vyssa​

Hunting down his teacher hadn't been what he expected to come of this day. Then again, it wasn't a scenario he had ever really expected to find himself in. It was good training, he'd been assured, and Valkur couldn't deny it. But he was working alongside people far superior to himself at this kind of thing. Valkur was a bomb. You let him loose and he exploded, destroying whatever he needed to. You didn't bring a bomb to a specialized strike. It would be dangerous, unpredictable. That was what Valkur was now, at least as far as he was concerned. Kyri saw something else in him, or so it seemed. ​

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"Do we have a plan? Kyrinov won't go down easily" he asked quietly to anyone that was willing to listen, eyes glancing between the people hunting. Nighthaunter was the only face he recognized in the group, though it wasn't exactly a "face" he remembered. Their first encounter had been his arrival at the Agents of Chaos, Nighthaunter having taken him to meet Kyrinov for the first time. Now, they were going to be hunting Kyrinov for training. Things had certainly changed.​

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With his black cloak on, Valkur held his lightsaber in his hand and waited, glancing down to the weapon with a morbid curiosity. He pondered for a moment if he would need to use it, albeit cautiously. He wasn't planning on harming his master, not really. Why would he? But at the very least he'd need to disarm the man should it come down to a fight. Kyrinov was faster with the force than Valkur could ever hope to be, but Valkur's training hadn't been about control. It had been power. His fighting style was ruthless, an unrelenting flurry of attacks that seemed to come with endless aggression. ​

After some time, Valkur stuck with Nighthaunter while keeping some distance, knowing that experience meant more than power. Should things go South it would be his more elite Silencers that would know what to do, not a lab experiment in training. As he followed he focused on his force as best he could. Should it come down to it he would use it, but using the force in a training exercise like this was dangerous, he could hurt someone without meaning to. He didn't want to take the risk if he didn't have to.

But odds were, he wouldn't have much of a choice.​

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