Pretty Hate Machine (Darth Naefas)

[Malica Drezyan]

CORUSCANT
Business Sector

The ballroom was stuffed to the gills with Republic senators and representatives celebrating their post-election victories. Stuffed, too, with hired protection and, Malica noted, wires of all sorts. As a guest of a wealthy Coruscant senatorial candidate, Jonas Narr, Malica had a prime view of the devices these politians wore on their bodies in order to pick up gossip - perhaps the one item at this gathering that was truly priceless. Some hid them behind brooches or in sleeves, others in luxurious updos or jewelry.

The recording device on a Hapan representative was well disguised within the décolletage of her gown. Malica smirked as the woman walked by. Jonas Narr hid the gratuitous look he'd given the Hapan behind a swig of Correllian brandy. He was drunk, if not plastered, at this point in the night. Quite unbecoming of Coruscant's darling young candidate, Malica thought.

She feigned jealousy and tilted his head by the jaw to face her. "Isn't time we left for your room?" She purred, giving his lips a quick glance.

"I've been waiting for you to say that all night, Vera." He replied and offered her his arm. Vera Algeeze, daughter of Honorable Judge Nirus Algeeze was the part Malica was playing tonight. She'd read about the young socialite in a tabloid earlier that week.

---

Narr shut the door of his suite eagerly. Malica hung on his neck with the coyness of a girl younger and dumber than herself. Narr, like many rich boys, could only stomach women he could surpass intellectually, which wasn't saying much.

"You won't tell Daddy about this, will you?" Malica asked him, sure to drain a bit of innocence into her voice, intending to make Narr's chauvinistic pants grow tighter. He fell for the bait and leaned in. "It's our little secret." He sighed into her hair and nearly kissed her before she pulled out her datapad from the front of her dress. "Wait, wait, I have to text Arissa about this...she's gonna freak." Malica gwaked. "Wait, what's this?" She shoved the screen towards Narr, revealing to him his own bounty set forth by the Galactic Empire.

@[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

The Sith Knight that was Darth Naefas had gotten a new agent. Her name was [member="Malica Drezyan"] and she performed her duties adequately and without question. It seemed though that her most employed uses, and ones that she enjoyed, from what he had seen, was seducing men. As long as she got the job done he supposed. She could enjoy it for as long as she wished. However, there was a time for enjoyment, and there was a time for duty. And the time for duty was now, and the darkly clad Sith Knight strode through the doors as if he owned the place.

It had been quite the painstaking process getting into the party. But he had gotten in with minimal contact with the other guests, and only had to dispatch a few security guards along the way. Their bodies had been hidden by throwing them out of a window with telekinesis. They could fall all the way down to the Lower Levels. He was certain they were used to such a thing anyway. "You have done well." He said with an approving tone. It was best to compliment your servants, then they would strive to better themselves. Though it was better to not make them feel too good about themselves. "Perhaps you could have gone faster next time." He said, his eyes were only for [member="Malica Drezyan"] at the time.

When his eyes set upon Jonas Narr, he waited for him to speak. And he waved a hand behind his back and the door closed. He even weaved a bubble around the man, so if he did scream he wouldn't be heard.

 

[Malica Drezyan]

"Thank you, my lord," Malica said, ignoring Darth Naefas' criticism. Capturing a Republic senatorial candidate was delicate work and she wasn't about to sacrifice quality for speed. However, his concern about time was currently relevant. While the Sith Lord had taken care of the body guards in the vicinity, more were bound to come searching for Narr. Malica removed a bag from behind a night table that she had placed there a few hours before and began to use the tools inside it to disarm the hidden cameras in the suite. After, she removed her red wig and ball gown and replaced it with a black flight suit and her Mandalorian helmet, packing the discarded clothing and tools back in the bag with the utmost speed.

Jonas Narr's intoxicated brain had not yet processed what was happening, but he knew it was bad. He threatened his captors and yelled inside the bubble. Malica's plan to collect his bounty dead had been interrupted by Darth Naefas and she was rather salty about it. She switched out a syringe of carsumum for a sedative and impaitently gestured to the force field he'd placed around Narr. "So shall I continue working or would you prefer to deliver him to the Empire yourself?" Malica's voice rang through the hotel room, muffled and metallic under her helmet.

@[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

Once Jonas Narr had ceased his screaming, the bubble that had been raised around him dissipated within the air and [member="Malica Drezyan"] would have been allowed to go to her target. "Why is he wanted dead, I am certain he would be worth more alive?" He questioned as he strolled closer to the duo, titanium boots travelling across the distance in a matter of moments. He remained quiet while he watched her at work and spread his senses out around him to be prepared if there were any more guards upon the way. Outside the window, there was a speeder arriving and the occupants numbered to three. They were Naefas's agents and were prepared to blow the room when the time came. "Block your ears, my dear." He said and he walked to the window as the window blew inwards and unknowingly acted as a shield for Malica.

When the trio stepped out of the speeder, Naefas nodded to each of them in greeting and they began to place their bombs throughout the room. A few had been placed upon the door so that when it was opened it would blow up. No doubt disintegrating anyone who would have tried to open the door and blowing up the whole of the threshold. He turned to Malica and took her hand and helped her into the speeder while one of Arvis Syphex's agents dragged Jonas Narr to the speeder itself. "The Galactic Empire has disbanded, Miss Drezyan." He said. He would have expected her to know that, but when he had recruited her, he had made sure she stayed away from the outside world until he had been sure she was ready for her first mission.

 

[Malica Drezyan]

Malica watched the agents scour the room. She emptied the sedative into Narr's bloodstream via his forearm. She was grateful that Darth Naefas had agents to carry the unconscious politician away. "Worth more alive to some organizations, yes, but not to me, " Malica replied. She had a hunger for dead bounties. They acted as tests for her homemade poisons. Her plan had been to waste Narr, examine the effects the carsumum had on his body, and escape in disguise out the front door. A very quiet plan compared to Darth Naefas' explosive method. They rarely thought alike, but this is why, she assumed, he had recruited her.

Had that much really occurred since she first came into his service? Malica shook her head. "You Sith ought to play nice," she joked. "Do enlighten me." Months of disciplined training had not left her privy to the Galaxy's current events.

@[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

Naefas sat her down in the speeder and once the bombs had been finished being placed within the room, Arvis Syphex waited for the other two agents to come back into the hovering speeder.

Within a minute the door was being pounded by the outside and the other two agents came into the speeder as if they had all the time in the world. And once they pulled away from the window the door suddenly opened up inwards, and within that split second there was nothing happening, and then the whole room exploded behind them as they sped away.

"The Galactic Empire was absorbed by the Fringe. All worlds the Empire previously held were released." The Syphex looked to the side to Malica. "Did you have ties to the Empire?"

[member="Malica Drezyan"]

 

[Malica Drezyan]

Anticipating the explosion, Malica covered her ears with her hands. The bombs were released and the room was destroyed in a flash of orange and breaking glass, leaving a large smoking chink in the hotel. Malica removed her hands and her ears were filled with the sound of screeching alarms and dying screams. That's one way to get the Republic's attention, she thought.

"No, I did not," she responded to Naefas, examining the two agents across from her who seemed as calm as grazing nerfs. The third agent was detaining the unconscious Jonas Narr in some contraption that resembled a body-bag. "I should ask you the same question," she hinted to the Sith, assaulting him with a piercing green stare that captured knowledge as quickly as it maimed the inhibitions of men.

Despite being in his service for a few months now, Malica knew little about Darth Naefas. She had picked up scraps of rumors about his notoriety on Korriban while drinking in cantinas, but that was it. Malica suspected that the Sith Knight was being discreet in his activities in order to gain some of the shattered remains of the Empire for himself.

[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

Naefas looked out the window to the speeder and watched as other speeders raced to and from the explosion that as already a few minutes behind them. "I have never had ties to such a weak organization." He said without even looking at her. He cared not for the Galactic Empire, it was weak and would have been destroyed by the Republic if the Fringe hadn't gotten in the way of that. On the other hand, the Fringe was powerful, if many Masters of the Dark Side of the Force. A haven for Dark Siders. He knew no one within the Fringe except for Rave Merrill. A woman who teaches him Alchemy.

"Are you ready for your next mission?" He asked, and he turned his head to look at Malica.

[member="Malica Drezyan"]

 

[Malica Drezyan]

Malica pondered his reply. If he didn't work for the Republic, the Empire, or the Fringe, then he must be working for himself. If that was true, she was sure they would continue to collaborate in the future. If not, then it really didn't matter, as long as he kept paying her. "My services are as good as your credits, my lord," she snickered, accepting her next mission.

Like many bounty hunters, Malica had an insatiable greed for money. Unlike many bounty hunters, she knew what she was worth.

[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

Lord Naefas watched the girl at his side. He was wondering what she was thinking, and then he turned his head to look back out the window.

"Funny." He said, obviously unamused. "Your mission is to infiltrate the Republic. Into the Government."

[member="Malica Drezyan"]

 

[Malica Drezyan]

Malica smiled, took off her helmet, took out a cigarra, and lit it. "Any specifics, or are you giving me free reign to complete this mission as I please?" She asked, then took a drag. She thought for a moment to offer a smoke to the other agents, but decided against it. They looked as stoic as Darth Naefas himself. Malica exhaled, aiming out the open window.

[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

"I have decided it is best to not start the mission so soon." He said , tilting his his head to the side to look at her take off her helmet, and then begin to smoke.

"Tensions are rising in the Galaxy. Coruscant will be a target." It was annoying that he had to explain things to the woman, but it was his own fault. "Depending on who attacks, civilians will be disregarded and killed." And he looked out the window just as the speeder landed. "That means, we're not staying here."

[member="Malica Drezyan"]

 

[Malica Drezyan]

"Fine with me." Malica scoffed and exited the speeder. She took one last drag, flicked the cigarra to the ground, and put it out with her heel. She didn't much care for Coruscant or it's civilians. The lower sectors of the large metropolitan planet reminded her of Nar Shadaa. Malica had a habit of landing on Coruscant when low on credits and would have no qualms about watching the planet burn altogether. Of course, she wasn't sure yet of how deep Darth Naefas' ambition ran, but she intended to stick around and find out.

Just then, about a dozen Republic soilders appeared around the side of a building, not far from the landed speeder. Malica grinned, excited to have the chance to see Darth Naefas in action. She loosely twisted her long dark hair atop her head and replaced her helmet. She drew two blasters from their holsters with a little flourish, showing off in front of the Sith Knight and his agents. "After you, my Lord," she quipped with a smirk shadowed by the dark glass of her helmet.

[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

Darth Naefas watched as [member="Malica Drezyan"] moved over his form and out of the speeder and he followed a few seconds behind her with his Imperial Agents just behind him.

There was a tingling at the base of his spine and then he heard the footsteps before he saw the Republic troopers, and he stopped his movements just as the Republic soldiers had completely come into view. "How you please me, Malica." He said in reply to her words, and then threw the Force to the side, and at Malica to throw her back into the speeder while his other hand threw up a shield of the Force to protect him as shots were traded between his own soldiers and the Republic troops.

Right hand flying out towards one of the Republic soldier's on the edge of the group, his lightsaber was unclipped from his belt and the crimson beam ignited and impaled the man upon the lightsaber. But it didn't stop there, it continued on through the man, and then upon it's next target, and with his left hand, he released a wild torrent of Force lightning that wasn't truly directed at any of the Republic soldiers, but rather in their general direction.

 

[Malica Drezyan]

Through the speeder window, Malica watched as Naefas and his agents attacked the Republic soldiers. She gripped her blasters tightly. Several months of training just to be treated like the Queen of Naboo? That did not suit Malica. She stalked out of the speeder, blasters drawn, aiming for the enemy. "Don't be selfish, Naefas," she teased, and stood in line with his Imperial agents.

The Force Lighting struck many of the soldiers down and they writhed on the cement as the blue current flashed through their bodies. A few soldiers it simply stunned and Malica shot at them rapidly, alternating a shot between each gun at a time. Malica and the agents eliminated the remaining Republic soldiers within minutes. Civilians and fled the scene screaming, with good sense. Malica was unconcerned whether deflected blaster shots would hit them.

"They must have tracked us from the hotel." Malica frowned and activated the radar in her visor. She used a button near the temple of her helmet to flip through a few navigational screens. "More on the way, my Lord," she reported, although she knew he had probably already detected them. "What's your plan?"

Due to the political events and celebrations this evening, the area was seething with Republic soldiers.

[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

To think the warehouse was empty would have been a mistake, but to think it was filled with Imperial Agents was another mistake. At most, there was only a dozen of his agents within the warehouse, and a few of them came out to take positions within the doorway and fired at the Republic soldiers, while a trio started to fire from the second floors windows. Probably upon a scaffolding or something.

Once the sniper fire began he beckoned to [member="Malica Drezyan"] to follow him. "The Agents will hold off the Soldiers." He said and when he strode through the doors unflinching as unhindered blaster bolts struck the door he continued with, "you and I have private business elsewhere."

Taking her by the arm, he lead her through winding hallways until there was a door that led downwards. There were another two Agents at the door waiting for them and when the door opened he nodded to the both of them.

They knew what to do.

"We're going to move fast." He said for his only explanation as he picked her up in his arms and sped down the hallway, the Force augmenting his own speed and letting him pass through the walls that had been broken down already for a retreat. Within a few minutes they were already away from the warehouse, and he set her down as they neared the end of the corridor. "I hope you didn't mind."

He look behind him to see if they were followed, and when he listened to the comlink in his ear, he heard his few remaining Imperial Agents speaking of them bringing a speeder to their location with a captured Republic Commander. "When we arrive at our next destination, I'll expect you to be in my chambers."

 

[Malica Drezyan]

The corner of Malica's lips rose with intrigue as Naefas uttered "private business". She had studied her new client during her training. He had managed to escape her astute perception, a feat close to impossible. Malica was an excellent spy; she read people quickly and loved to crack them open like oysters. To examine the clock-work of a Sith Knight...would be most satisfying. Malica was assisting Naefas now because he had overseen her preliminary missions. He must have been impressed with her. She found this attractive. Still, he was an enigma. Malica felt something like an architect discovering a rare artifact.

When Darth Naefas grabbed her arm, Malica felt sick. Not from the contact itself, but something else? She had only a little expirence with Force Users, was this what concentrated Force did to the non-adept? She stiffened at his touch. Malica became more tense when he lifted her and resisted the urge to strike him. Instead, assuming he couldn't see through her helmet, Malica sent him a threatening glare as he set her down at the end of the hallway. "No, not at all," she replied coolly. Even if she had minded, Naefas would have picked her up anyway. It was strange to meet a Sith with the semblance of manners. All this strangeness and mysteriousness was starting to fray her nerves. A nasty side effect of working with Sith.

Another vauge order: his chambers. Surely Naefas knew not to mix business with pleasure? She hoped that he wanted to meet in private for something different than a taste of the seduction she applied to the targets of her missions. Malica nodded, accepting his request.

A speeder arrived at the warehouse to collect Naefas, Malica, and a small contingency of Imperials. As Malica entered the vessel, she noticed a man handcuffed to a support pipe in the corner, severely beaten and covered in blooming bruises. The handcuffs were drawn so tightly to his wrists that blood ran down his arms. She noticed a plaque on his soiled uniform that read "Cmdr. Nassoni". This must have been the Republic officer the agents were referring to over Darth Naefas' commlink. Malica eyed him greedily until the speeder connected them to a Sith shuttle.

The agents spread onto the shuttle to conduct business of their own. Malica traveled to the navigation panel in the cockpit to find out their destination. Asking Naefus directly would no doubt create more ambiguity. She removed her helmet, tucked it under her arm, and brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The navigation panel outlined a route from their current location to the planet Belkadan.

[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

Darth Naefas glanced to the side to look at [member="Malica Drezyan"] when he saw out of the corner of his eyes that she had nodded. "Without clothes." He added when he walked forwards and entered the speeder right after her. He counted five of his Imperial Agents remaining and he heard the sound of crackling on the other end of his comlink. They're dead. He thought to himself and he pulled out his comlink and crushed it within a fist and let the remains slip out of his hand and onto the floor outside of the speeder just as he closed the door.

There was a sixth form as well he realized when the speeder lifted off, there was a Republic Commander, heavily bruised and with several cuts all over his whole body. He leaned forwards and when he smiled, the corners of his lips opened up and white teeth were seen. "What's your name, soldier?" He asked.

Naefas had noticed the plaque that gave the man's rank, but he wasn't going to just know his name. He wanted to speak to the man first hand before he called him by his name. And he heard him sputtering from swollen lips and then he cut him off. "Okay, that's enough." He said with a dismissing wave as the speeder moved into the gaping maw of a shuttle's cargobay. The doors opened and the cargobay was closing behind them by the time they had all filed out of the speeder. He followed Malica to the cockpit and nudged her lightly with his elbow, "you know where to go. Now." He said, golden eyes flashing as if upon command.

Naefas waited until she was gone before he walked into a room where Cmdr Nassoni was being bolted down to a table. "I'm sorry, Nassoni." He said and then he paused before he said anything else, and then said right after, "I'm really not." That same smile from earlier appeared again. "My Agents will deal with your interrogation while I'm gone. Enjoy."

 

[Malica Drezyan]

As Naefas approached his chambers, Malica stood in the threshold of the open door, fuming. "This isn't what I had in mind when you asked me to serve you," she barked. "Would you have given one of your male servants the same command?"

She remained clothed in her black, form-fitting flight suit, with no intention of following the second part of his ludicrous order. "I'm sure whatever we need to talk about can be handled here in this hallway." He could imagine what she looked like without the flight suit all he wanted, for all she cared, but she wasn't going to take it off. She'd done quite enough of that in her lifetime already, thank you very much, and for twice the amount of credits.

[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

Darth Naefas walked into the corridor that his chambers were in and he tilted his head when he saw [member="Malica Drezyan"] there waiting for him. "You should have expected all of your skills to be used. On me as well." He said when he took in what she was wearing. She is doing it on purpose. He said to himself mentally when he stared at her features briefly before looking back up to her face. "No I wouldn't have requested anything from my male servants. They are all my Imperial Agents." He said matter of factly.

He finally came up in front of her and looked down upon her. "I am not accustomed to doing such things in a hallway...However, if it must be done." He said without really moving. He expected her to get even more furious with him, but he was always ready for the unexpected.

Even getting assaulted would be expected.

[member="Malica Drezyan"]