Moya carefully led the squad of scared civilians through the streets eventually encountering friendly soldiers and let them take custody of the civilians. Then she turned and headed right back into the War Zone. Her cryo whip was out, having grown more comfortable using both it and a Lightsaber to entrap her opponents.
This counted as the first time she had really been in major conflict. But though she loathed the killing (despite being frightfully good at it), she was forcing herself to understand the pressure Laertia had faced so many times before. Plus, being a member of the SJC she had to be able to say she could pull her weight.
The Android walked in the open, looking for more civilians to save. She could feel her daughter fighting brutally in the same battlefield, wading into the thickest combat. Moya feared losing her. The only thing that took the sting out of this was due to how heavily armed she was.
She heard cries for help. Someone was screaming. They were trapped under a vehicle.
Moya began moving towards the sound cautiously. She had come across ambush attempts before and was extremely wary of it here...after all, she had begun her killstreak via precisely an ambush.
As she neared the voice, her Force Senses went alert for danger. It was everywhere. She at last spotted the victim, pinned by his legs under a flipped landspeeder.
She advanced, slowly and cautiously to the screaming man.
She barely dodged the explosive shuriken thrown at her face. It impacted behind her, and she just barely cleared the shrapnel radius, the wake slammed her forward into the vehicle however.
As she pulled herself up, her attacker leapt out of the window from a destroyed building close by. He was dressed in black robes with gauntleted hands clasping a pearl white Darksaber model, and Pink Atrisian Oni Mask.
Two more warriors erupted from cleverly concealed spiderholes nearby, one armed with a shoto attached to a thick chain, the other armed with a club fitted with laser spikes. They were dressed the same, save the color of their mask was indigo.
Dozens of Stormtroopers in gold and black armor armed with Electrostaffs and Batons, sonic and charric blaster rifles, vibroswords as well as wrist mounted flame, cryo, and acid sprayers poured out from various ruined buildings around them. The "Victim" trapped under the car pointed a sonic blaster at her.
She looked at the pink masked Sith. "Soooo...why pink?" Moya asked.
"Its my confidence color." The Sith Assassin answered. "It makes me feel beautiful on the inside."
"Awww, that's so cute! Feth you."
"Kill it." The Lead Assassin ordered.
Moya leaped over the sonic shot fired by the fake victim, her vibrowhip flinging down to cleanly decapitate him as well as freezing the stump, force pulling the head towards her and kicking it in the direction of a trooper about to fire his charric, causing the shot to go wide and hit the club wielding Sith in the back, killing him instantly. She landed already dodging, parrying, and counter-attacking the dozens of storm troopers, tricking people into being hit by the acid or cryo or flame sprays of other soldiers, relying on her Sith Soresu programming.
Moya wasn't sure if the programming she had on this variant had been formally codified, but she knew that there were differences between this mysterious variant and the standard Form 3.
Standard Form 3 involves becoming the eye of the storm. This Sith Modified Version she used employed treachery, and deadly feints and misdirection, often tricking the opponent into walking into a killing strike. She applied this programming to the troopers, fluidly transitioning from whip to saber, a living pinball of superhuman acrobatics, and near Immunity to the Dark Side, her weapons dashing through armor joints, and necks, wrist lasers burning holes through visors, whip yanking people by the neck to her even as it froze them. It became a brutal vicious slog from all sides, the Assassins studying her as she fought, brutally hacking apart or tossing her foes like rag dolls. She tricked one into cutting his own head off while she passed by him in a deceptively slow manner, while another she tricked by faking going left and making him set four of his friends ablaze, gutting him soon after, arms and legs moving with a terrifying mechanical efficiency as she punch, chopped, kicked, headbutted, slammed and shot her enemies with merciless precision.
The creature created by Darth Themis had soon slain the stormtroopers, most of whom had been turned into a pile of gore. Only the Assassins were left.
"Let's see what your confidence is worth, Carnation Face..." she growled.
The pink masked assassin sighed.
"You want something done right you gotta do 'everything' yourself..." he muttered. (No Fireworks: 90 XP)
A flat, long, katana shaped lightsaber blade of a red hue shot out. The remaining Assassin and the leader pounced upon her...
