Moya Virtu
The Collage/Darth Phyre IV
Wearing: Dress
Armed with: Decoy's Blade (Black Core, Green Aura Lightsaber)
Arrived at Nar Kreeta in: Mercury Courier
Current Configuration: Moya Virtu (See Bio)
The Biot began her morning routine as she usually did, feeding and caring for Pet Rabbits that had once been part of her and Laertia's traveling magic act. Then the Biot petted, hugged, and loved them as much as she could, spending an hour or so with them letting them run around the ship before putting them back in their pens.
Their old ship, The Blessing of Loste, had been put in storage on an airless moon...one of her daughter's rainy day stashes.
She didn't know who her daughter was anymore. Xiphos had replaced the flawed, temperamental but ultimately kind woman Moya had cared for. But she couldn't follow Xiphos down her path of insanity and bloodshed. Leaving had been the only moral choice left.
It had broken Moya's heart to turn her back on Laertia. But she clearly was no longer able to help her, and at the end of the day, Laertia didn't want that help.
She had been in hiding. In the most isolated corners of society doing mercenary work. But even being associated with Laertia a short time had made her a person of interest, wanted for questioning. There was no going back to normal, even if she had left.
But Moya HAD to come here, to Nar Kreeta, where it had all changed for her. Changed for them all.
Nar Kreeta was where Laertia Io had decided that The Bryn'adul had to be opposed at all costs, even if it meant ignoring a dying, crumbling Sith Empire. Laertia had betrayed The Jedi by fighting them at Dantooine when they had disagreed.
They had retaken Nar Kreeta, but the planet was in ruins. Rebuilding had barely begun and she had slipped into a clandestine space port set up in orbit.
She wasn't the only one here. It had been set up by Nar Kreeta refugees. Not military. She couldn't have made it past the security checkpoints in a military run space port. Not without Pheremones.
The Refugee Spaceport was large, constantly swarming with activity, refugees hoping to find family members, an endless tide of suffering.
Moya could only look on the planet from a lone viewport on the ramshackle station, staring at the world that had done what no lone enemy, not even the hated Amalgam could do:
It had finally broken Laertia. Caused a downward spiral Moya feared that there was no recovering from.
She wasn't sure what she hoped to gain. It was dangerous coming here--
She sensed danger behind her and started to go for her blade.
"I would not do it were I you..." said a man's voice with Coruscant Lower Levels accent.
"Turn around...slowly."
Moya turned, black, form fitting gown with exposed shoulders swishing. It cling to her curvy, bronze skinned frame
It was a human man in black, Mandalorian Armor, pointing a Sonic Blaster at her, holding a box.
"You're a hard target to track, Moya Virtu..." The Mandalorian rumbled.
"Who hired you to kill me?" Moya asked.
"Kill? No, no, I'm to take you alive. GA and SJC have questions that need answering. And given how you seem to have decided to become a loose end to Xiphos...easiest choice in the world to send an expert bounty hunter to bring you in. NIO would have paid even more but they remind me too much of the Sith. Plus, I know what they do to their prisoners. Whatever the GA will do pales in comparison to what the NIO would inflict to get the answers they want. You're better off, really."
"And I'm supposed to be greatful for the fact I'm being delivered to a potential Life Imprisonment?"
"It was your own choice to remain with Xiphos up to the point you could not. Whatever made you leave her is your own affair. The Major Factions don't run on forgive and forget. We can make this as easy or as difficult as you want. I'm to bring you in alive. You don't necessarily have to be in one piece."
"What's in the Box?" Moya asked.
"A Vong Unmasquer. Your schematics are still in the databases. No wonder Xiphos never put you in the field too often."
"I don't suppose I could persuade you from this?"
"This armor of mine was especially reinforced against the chemical weapon your Pheremones technically count as. There's a million credit bounty on your head. I'm collecting on it. One way or another. Now do you want to come quietly or--"
Moya flashed a bolt of green lightning that painlessly flung him backward.
Unfortunately, he dropped the box.
Moya gave an involuntary, metallic scream as she saw the Unmasquer, and her flesh immediately, painfully began stretching every which way, violently across her face and arms. Only the special circuitry in her dress reinforced her nervous system enough to prevent the flesh from completely tearing itself off the Biot Skeleton underneath, though her face did violently split open as her metallic shrieks continued, ripping its self off the silvery skull and leaking vast amounts of glowing green blood, muscle tissue flinging everywhere as she staggered back in great pain as The Mandalorian rose up.
"Warned you, Android..." he said, firing a sonic bolt at her that she barely dodged, finally breaking into a run, her face starting to heal and seal up up to its normal, flawless self as soon as she was out of the Unmasquer range.
She ran as fast as she could from the empty area she had wanted only a few moments privacy to reflect in...
Kava Koyote
Armed with: Decoy's Blade (Black Core, Green Aura Lightsaber)
Arrived at Nar Kreeta in: Mercury Courier
Current Configuration: Moya Virtu (See Bio)
The Biot began her morning routine as she usually did, feeding and caring for Pet Rabbits that had once been part of her and Laertia's traveling magic act. Then the Biot petted, hugged, and loved them as much as she could, spending an hour or so with them letting them run around the ship before putting them back in their pens.
Their old ship, The Blessing of Loste, had been put in storage on an airless moon...one of her daughter's rainy day stashes.
She didn't know who her daughter was anymore. Xiphos had replaced the flawed, temperamental but ultimately kind woman Moya had cared for. But she couldn't follow Xiphos down her path of insanity and bloodshed. Leaving had been the only moral choice left.
It had broken Moya's heart to turn her back on Laertia. But she clearly was no longer able to help her, and at the end of the day, Laertia didn't want that help.
She had been in hiding. In the most isolated corners of society doing mercenary work. But even being associated with Laertia a short time had made her a person of interest, wanted for questioning. There was no going back to normal, even if she had left.
But Moya HAD to come here, to Nar Kreeta, where it had all changed for her. Changed for them all.
Nar Kreeta was where Laertia Io had decided that The Bryn'adul had to be opposed at all costs, even if it meant ignoring a dying, crumbling Sith Empire. Laertia had betrayed The Jedi by fighting them at Dantooine when they had disagreed.
They had retaken Nar Kreeta, but the planet was in ruins. Rebuilding had barely begun and she had slipped into a clandestine space port set up in orbit.
She wasn't the only one here. It had been set up by Nar Kreeta refugees. Not military. She couldn't have made it past the security checkpoints in a military run space port. Not without Pheremones.
The Refugee Spaceport was large, constantly swarming with activity, refugees hoping to find family members, an endless tide of suffering.
Moya could only look on the planet from a lone viewport on the ramshackle station, staring at the world that had done what no lone enemy, not even the hated Amalgam could do:
It had finally broken Laertia. Caused a downward spiral Moya feared that there was no recovering from.
She wasn't sure what she hoped to gain. It was dangerous coming here--
She sensed danger behind her and started to go for her blade.
"I would not do it were I you..." said a man's voice with Coruscant Lower Levels accent.
"Turn around...slowly."
Moya turned, black, form fitting gown with exposed shoulders swishing. It cling to her curvy, bronze skinned frame
It was a human man in black, Mandalorian Armor, pointing a Sonic Blaster at her, holding a box.
"You're a hard target to track, Moya Virtu..." The Mandalorian rumbled.
"Who hired you to kill me?" Moya asked.
"Kill? No, no, I'm to take you alive. GA and SJC have questions that need answering. And given how you seem to have decided to become a loose end to Xiphos...easiest choice in the world to send an expert bounty hunter to bring you in. NIO would have paid even more but they remind me too much of the Sith. Plus, I know what they do to their prisoners. Whatever the GA will do pales in comparison to what the NIO would inflict to get the answers they want. You're better off, really."
"And I'm supposed to be greatful for the fact I'm being delivered to a potential Life Imprisonment?"
"It was your own choice to remain with Xiphos up to the point you could not. Whatever made you leave her is your own affair. The Major Factions don't run on forgive and forget. We can make this as easy or as difficult as you want. I'm to bring you in alive. You don't necessarily have to be in one piece."
"What's in the Box?" Moya asked.
"A Vong Unmasquer. Your schematics are still in the databases. No wonder Xiphos never put you in the field too often."
"I don't suppose I could persuade you from this?"
"This armor of mine was especially reinforced against the chemical weapon your Pheremones technically count as. There's a million credit bounty on your head. I'm collecting on it. One way or another. Now do you want to come quietly or--"
Moya flashed a bolt of green lightning that painlessly flung him backward.
Unfortunately, he dropped the box.
Moya gave an involuntary, metallic scream as she saw the Unmasquer, and her flesh immediately, painfully began stretching every which way, violently across her face and arms. Only the special circuitry in her dress reinforced her nervous system enough to prevent the flesh from completely tearing itself off the Biot Skeleton underneath, though her face did violently split open as her metallic shrieks continued, ripping its self off the silvery skull and leaking vast amounts of glowing green blood, muscle tissue flinging everywhere as she staggered back in great pain as The Mandalorian rose up.
"Warned you, Android..." he said, firing a sonic bolt at her that she barely dodged, finally breaking into a run, her face starting to heal and seal up up to its normal, flawless self as soon as she was out of the Unmasquer range.
She ran as fast as she could from the empty area she had wanted only a few moments privacy to reflect in...
Kava Koyote
