Kitty
The Attention Seeker
Her new group was fun and all but something was missing. She didn't know what it was exactly but it felt like a longing for the past. Slightly ironic given how convoluted and not very fun her past was. Perhaps it was home sickness. The Felecatian hadn't visited her home world in quite some time. That didn't feel right though, she didn't want to go there. It didn't make sense they she would miss it and not want to go there at the same time did it. Then Kitty had an idea. It had been far too long since she had carried out a job she was trained to do. It had been far too long since she assassinated anyone. In her mind it felt wrong that was something she wanted to do right now but her heart didn't listen too it. Before long she was browsing an encrypted database of posted jobs. There was one that stood out from the rest. Not because it was hard, easy, or interesting, but because it wasn't an assassination it was a slaughter. The client was from a rather primitive world so much so they didn't even have guns of any sort yet. The client was a monarch of a wealthy kingdom. They had recently been declared war upon by a rival kingdom. While they had wealth the rival had power and said rival was about to take all that wealth by force. The client chanced upon a scientific explorer who was visiting the world and his heart held greed. Client and explorer struck a deal and that was how this unusual job came to be. The details of the job were simply to take out anyone of importance in the rival kingdom it would be childs pay for even someone new to this kind of work, but for whatever reason Kitty felt like doing it.
The unstable feline went through her usual procedure of traveling, raging in hyperspace, and calming down after arrival. After that chronic hindrance she descended to the planet in her ship; cloaked as to avoid news spreading of a UFO. Not that the natives had radio communication. They still had to do things the old fashion way. It would be easy for the young sith to just walk up and get the job done without putting in any effort but what was the point of that. It wasn't like she was here for the money. Kitty felt like going all out which included putting on her assassin armor she vary rarely wore. It was hot and heavy but it could cloak and keep her safe from a great many things.
Turns out this was going to be a little harder than the assassin thought it would be. There was no ventilation inside the castle in which all the monarchs and military leaders currently resided. Even the roofs weren't safe as that was the favored lookout point of scores of soldiers. Disguise wasn't an option as only humans resided on this planet and there was no way to pass off as anything hiding her very inhuman body. It was fortunate she chose to bring her armor as she decided to move about the castle cloaked. She would stop and remain still whenever someone passed and only continue moving after she wasn't in their sight. Even though she was invisible she was taking every precaution. It wasn't perfect invisibility. Eventually the sith would find the throne room where a celebration was being thrown. Everyone of importance was here as it was the celebration before they set out to stamp out Kitty's client. Kitty used the force to close all the entrances and would continue to keep them locked shut with her power till she was finished. All heads turned as the simultaneous slamming of all the doors resounded throughout the spacious room. She was feeling awfully dramatic as her cloak dropped revealing her custom tightly fitted armor. Not a second had passed after that before she ignited her lightsabers. It was only then the guards trapped within began to rush at her.
To recall the battle to anyone would be a waste. It wasn't anything special just a one sided slaughter. Sitting upon the throne Kitty removed her plated hood and mask the colors of furred face and metallic armor not mixing very well. She stared out upon the bodies that littered the floor and zoned out slumping within the exalted seat. This didn't help at all. If anything she felt worse. What was the point of ending all those lives. It was selfish and the very act she was against within the sith.
[member="Krest"]
The unstable feline went through her usual procedure of traveling, raging in hyperspace, and calming down after arrival. After that chronic hindrance she descended to the planet in her ship; cloaked as to avoid news spreading of a UFO. Not that the natives had radio communication. They still had to do things the old fashion way. It would be easy for the young sith to just walk up and get the job done without putting in any effort but what was the point of that. It wasn't like she was here for the money. Kitty felt like going all out which included putting on her assassin armor she vary rarely wore. It was hot and heavy but it could cloak and keep her safe from a great many things.
Turns out this was going to be a little harder than the assassin thought it would be. There was no ventilation inside the castle in which all the monarchs and military leaders currently resided. Even the roofs weren't safe as that was the favored lookout point of scores of soldiers. Disguise wasn't an option as only humans resided on this planet and there was no way to pass off as anything hiding her very inhuman body. It was fortunate she chose to bring her armor as she decided to move about the castle cloaked. She would stop and remain still whenever someone passed and only continue moving after she wasn't in their sight. Even though she was invisible she was taking every precaution. It wasn't perfect invisibility. Eventually the sith would find the throne room where a celebration was being thrown. Everyone of importance was here as it was the celebration before they set out to stamp out Kitty's client. Kitty used the force to close all the entrances and would continue to keep them locked shut with her power till she was finished. All heads turned as the simultaneous slamming of all the doors resounded throughout the spacious room. She was feeling awfully dramatic as her cloak dropped revealing her custom tightly fitted armor. Not a second had passed after that before she ignited her lightsabers. It was only then the guards trapped within began to rush at her.
To recall the battle to anyone would be a waste. It wasn't anything special just a one sided slaughter. Sitting upon the throne Kitty removed her plated hood and mask the colors of furred face and metallic armor not mixing very well. She stared out upon the bodies that littered the floor and zoned out slumping within the exalted seat. This didn't help at all. If anything she felt worse. What was the point of ending all those lives. It was selfish and the very act she was against within the sith.
[member="Krest"]