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[Miss Blonde]

"Think about it, the best film by far was the second, the way the director constructed their shots. You know there's a lot of thought behind them."

"No way, Death of a Dynasty was by far the best. What's the name of that lead queen? I can't remember her name but she was jumpin around throwin and dodging knives. And that comic book metaphor killed it."

"So you're saying DoAD was better?"

"Hell yeah man, hot girls doing Kung fu and cutting each other's heads off. I mean what the @&$# right there man."

"Okay hot chicks and Kung Fu, can't beat that."

Standing next to a group of speeder bikes, gangsters Mister Orange and Mister White talked amongst themselves while they fueled up the bikes needed for the job at hand. And what exactly was that job? Well Miss Blonde and her ears had recently received information down the grapevine that a very expensive artifact had been bought by a rather rich collector. And said artifact had been masked in its shipping until it hit the streets of Zeltros, and being a native Miss Blonde had the hook up on information.

The artifact was being shipped through the mega highway that ran along the planet's equator and was destined for a private estate owned by nobody cares. But what people did care about was that said freighter was guarded by four speeder transports with guards and guns inside every vehicle, and to make things better they had orders not to stop no matter what. They could find out their family exploded in a freak curling accident and they couldn't stop, nope it was a one way trip during high speed rush hour.

Now as per protocol everything was hush hush on what exactly it was they were chasing, only Miss Blonde and members of the council knew and she'd keep it that way since that's just how you did business. So with the team shacked up at a small bar they had a mobile base set up with secure holonet lines for their progress to be tracked from their ships in orbit.

Checking her watching the woman stepped outside of the bar and waved to Orange and White to get to stepping. Once they were clear Miss Blonde looked to her team of criminals and scum and spoke.

"There's a freighter speeder that's going to pass this test stop in the next two minutes. The job is simple, eliminate anyone that stands in our way, board the speeder, take the briefcase and go." That as it, as simple as it got.

So mounting her bike the woman started it up and watched as the freighter passed them by. Once it was in sight, with one powerful rev the woman flipped on her music and powered forward. It was go time.

[media] https://youtu.be/xSu9dFgLDHI [/media]​

[font='Georgia] "STRAIGHT OUTTA CORUSCANT!!" [/font]​

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[member="Alicia Drey"]
[member="Avalon Gray"]
[member="Bloodknight"]
[member="Cyrus Falcor"]
[member="Dyxra'a"]
[member="James Justice"]
[member="Jarven Zexxel"]
[member="KeCholo"]
[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member="Raka the Hutt"]
[member="Seanna Vel"]
[member="Stardust"]
[member="The Black Hat"]
[member="Zenva Vrotoa"]
[member="Zhi Chen"]

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Saddled up next to Blonde as she gave the run down, Cyrus hadn't driven a speeder bike and was excited for the chance. He'd hope it was simple enough, although, he'd probably just crash it into the freighter all the same if he was experienced. Throttle on the right, clutch, left, brake, right and start...ZOOM. Cyrus had been holding the throttle all the way down when he started the bike and shot out like a rocket. He'd catch Blonde easy.

He shifted with little difficulty and began to maintain a straight path. The target was the product inside, the drivers we're expendable and that's how Cyrus preferred it. Easy prey for an east pay.

While doing Mach Jesus, Cyrus drew his pistol and looked to Blonde. He gave a signal of shooting at the truck by imitating the recoil of his pistol firing. His way of asking permission to kill/maime/mortally wound/unalive the drivers.


[member="Miss Blonde"] Gear in Bio

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo's tunes

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AlNb5V-ZTVk

The recently repainted, Shag Bo/Slave I sat behind a local bar. Ke'Cholo was resting inside the vessel twirling around his Phrik Westar-34's. He sent a message to [member="Miss Blonde"]. ''Evac' is ready. I'm going to grab some drink first. Holler' when you need me.'' Ke'Cholo was bumping some sweet tunes, but as he exited he was approached by a gang of men wearing Mandolorian-like armor.

''You got any idea what the kark you're driving?'' one asked.

''Yeah, you got any idea who I am?'' Ke'Cholo responded. The man appeared to be angered.

''Your music is tainting this vessel, turn it off.'' another commanded.

''No thanks.'' he said, his eyes covered by his hat with no name. Ke'Cholo was hesitant to become violent with the men as there were 5 of them and his plasma rifle was all the way back in his ship. Turning around and running the several meters back would be suicide.

There was a moment of silence between the men. They looked at each other, and seemed to nod in agreement. Suddenly, one of them made a quick motion for his blaster. Ke'Cholo, being a master quick drawer, grabbed his Westar-34 and hip fired it. The blaster bolt landed squarely in the man's chest, he stumbled backwards and fell down.

''Anyone else want to try that?'' Ke'Cholo asked them, grinning. Then, out of his ship 'Ed' (Ke'Cholo's EDG Droid Bodyguard) stepped out.

''Sir, I heard a blaster discharge. Would you like me to assist you?''

''Yeah.'' Ke'Cholo said. With this comment, the droid drew two DL-44s. With this, the other four Mandolorians reached for their blasters as well. Ke'Cholo shot two of them in quick succession and 'Ed' took out the other two.

''Dump these in that dumpster over there.''

''Command received and processed. Executing.''

 

[Seanna Vel]

[member="Miss Blonde"]

Listening to her music not to load that she couldn't here what her leader was talking about what would be taking place. Even then her eyes was upon the group for more reason then anything. Even so her hair pulled back her suit that she was wearing was black leather. Which only made her red hair stick out even more.

With a wild smirk upon her own lips she couldn't help it. Maybe it was just here and how her own personality reacted to something like this being able to do something that would be worth while.

[youtube] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojL5Y5HvOlE [/youtube]​

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Mounting her bike as she let herself feeling handle bar, as she let the engine pur up. After which time she let herself be nothing more then to feel herself getting ready even her side arm was very dangerous. Even so she couldn't help but wonder about what would be a hard fought battle.

"Lets go have some fun, sweet peas" as she put on the fall speed making sure the bud in her ear was in tightly.

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="KeCholo"]

 

[Nyx]

[youtube]https://youtu.be/tYQ1Okyi3g4[/youtube]​

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Unlike her contemporaries, the Black Hat's neural implant allowed her to play her music directly into her mind. Her taste in music had evolved since Dredd two years ago, though like all things about the thief, it was constantly changing. She adjusted her hood as she accessed the local traffic cameras, viewing their target. Hmm. Heavily protected. Whatever was in there was pretty valuable.​

She liked valuable things.​

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Returning to the settings in front of her, the Black Hat readied the stun pistol at the side. Her views may allow her to commit minor violence, but she was still staunchly against killing. She also understood that nothing she did could stop [member="Miss Blonde"] from killing people that got in her way, no matter how upset it made her to see her surrogate mother commit such acts.​

Oh, well.​

Revving her speeder, she followed the boss, glancing at the people around her.​

This would either go swimmingly, or horribly.​

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[member="KeCholo"]​

[member="Seanna Vel"]​

[member="Cyrus Falcor"]​

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Seanna Vel"]

Giving @Cryus Falcor a thumbs up she was pretty cool with these guys not coming home to the misses today, private security firms, cops, and other guards knew the risks when they signed up and as long as they understood that then Miss Blonde had no business killing them. They should of been a janitor.

Taking off on her bike and armor the woman reached towards her saddle bag as she merged into the speeder lane's traffic. Bobbing and weaving between traffic the woman pulled out a sick double barreled shotgun and rode along side one of the transport speeders blasting it with both barrels sending buckshot throughout the cabin. Blood splattered on the windows and the speeder staggered and did its best to remain on course with its driver clearly wounded and most of its passengers dead.

Other speeders in the column rolled their windows down and started to point their guns at various targets and members of the black ties. They were going to have to thin the heard a little before they could board that freighter.

"Surgeon! Take out the front speeder transports! Nerf Herder you're with me on the rear!" Blonde yelled into her comms as she ducked a blaster bolt.

"Roger that Green Giant! We'll call you for pick up!" Miss Blonde responded back to [member="KeCholo"]

"Black Hat get on my my nine! We're gonna hit the freighter!" Miss Blonde yelled to her surrogate daughter [member="The Black Hat"] and hopefully she wouldn't have to kill anyone to get the item in the truck.

Hopefully [member="Keira Ticon"] and [member="Shawn Winters"] were on their way to help take care of the threat that was these speeders and the guards atop the freighter that were coming up from hatches inside the crater of the freighter.

 

[Keira Priest]

Where Keira's code name came from
Armor and whatnot in sig.

Kill everyone, get what we came for, leave. It was a simple three step plan that had become a common routine for the Black Ties of late, something they had adjusted to easily and quickly. Life tended to become much easier when you decided not to worry about the survival of others, and Keira was and always would be a goal-oriented individual. It made things simpler for her when it wasn't necessary to concern herself with the well-being of anyone other than those she considered allies. High speed chases are overdone. This'll be over in a few minutes. Her speeder bike revved to life with a kickstart from the foot throttle, and she took off after the group, not paying much attention to the fact that she made up the last of them.

"I can tell what you're thinking, Thalia. But if I did everything you advised nothing would get done around here." "The only thing I'll say is that excessive death isn't necessary." "It is if they're shooting at us." Around and around the conversation went, the subject changing but the general topic of caution and reasonable foresight never leaving the table entirely. It made the question of wearing her armor far more variable, but once again she had donned it, if just for the sake of the protection it would offer if any one of the vehicles were to crash. That wasn't something she had in mind today, but guns and the adversaries wielding them had a way of throwing a wrench in most anyone's plans. If she had her way, they would be dead before anything could be attempted.

When the single crack of a gunshot sounded from ahead her attention was piqued, and once scattered gunfire followed her speed increased significantly. Soon enough she caught up with the group, for a few short seconds taking in what remained of the enemy. "I'll take care of our friends on the freighter and anyone else who gets a bright idea." The communication was wired directly to [member="Miss Blonde"], and she concerned herself with just how she would go about that aforementioned strategy. "Thalia, pilot the bike for the moment, if you'd be so kind." Only once the speeder seemed to gain a mind of its own did she relinquish the controls, repositioning herself. Her HUD notified her of the approximate speed at which they were traveling, but that didn't serve to dissuade her any.

A leap augmented by the Force carried her off the bike and through the air to land on the top of the freighter - their intended target - with a resounding clang of metal on metal, her impact leaving a slight dent in the roof. That seemed to catch the attention of those on board, and their direction of fire altered to instead target her. In a brilliant flash of orange her saber ignited, rendering any blasters useless and their owners dead. Those with slugthrowers proved to be more of a challenge, but an application of telekinesis and a few well-placed strikes from her cybernetic arm resolved at least a few of the rabble. The only question running through her mind was who happened to be next.

[member="The Black Hat"], [member="Seanna Vel"], [member="KeCholo"], [member="Cyrus Falcor"]

 

[Seanna Vel]

It was upon hearing her name, she knew what need to be done even so she couldn't be almost stun by what they was going after. That key word of almost even so she couldn't help but have a smirk under her helmet. As she give [member="Miss Blonde"] nod, before speaking, "Boys and girls let give them hell, Sugars." as she herself let herself. Know if needed her sniper rifle would be with in reach to take off any annoyances that would want to think it be foolishness to cross our path.

Even so she would be a fool and not listen to the leader, as she would stick to Miss Blonde find butt. Like that of a honey to her Queen Bee. One after another she would do what she was needed would wait for her chance to once again prove herself worthy of the group at hand.

Finding this to be a foolish thought she pushed herself harder then anything as she turn up her music as she went to work. After all sweet thing like her had to earn some credits, then again why was she with this group didn't she already run a Corporation that was already growing, even so she would like that to say as her cover Businesses who would think a sweet thing like her would be doing something so dangerous and reckless.


[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="The Black Hat"] @KeCholo @Cyrus Falcor

 

[Nyx]

As she weaved her speeder in and out of traffic behind [member="Miss Blonde"], the Black Hat couldn't help but marvel at how she'd grown under this woman's care. Two years ago, she wouldn't be caught dead on a speeder bike, or being anywhere near danger like this. But she'd changed over those two years, dramatically. She still didn't like violence, and still refused to kill anyone, but she also wasn't afraid to be somewhere she could be hurt. Which was why she only flinched a little bit when the blaster bolts started flying. Force, how she hated that sound, and that smell of ozone.
But she still had a job to do, even if the only real reward for her was the challenge this provided.

As they came up on the freighter, and they got closer to it's escorts, she had an idea. Maybe she could save at least some of these poor bastard's lives. Her neural implant reached out to one of the speeder's on-board computers, forcing it to deviate from it's course and land safely on a building several kilometers away. When they eventually landed, those men would thank her in the long run.
She returned to the present, glancing at her adopted mother, her implant sending her voice over the comm:
"Keep 'em off my ass for thirty seconds and I can jump on that thing and start cracking it open!"

[member="Seanna Vel"][member="Keira Ticon"][member="KeCholo"]

 

[Dyxra'a]

Reclining in her seat, stetson hat resting on top of her chest and lace-glove covered hands set atop of the hat, as she stared at the ceiling of the bar that she and other members of the Black Tie Syndicate sat in, Dyxra'a slowly chewed on the strip of Bantha meat within her mouth, the wine coloured juices staining the corner of her green tinted lips. She held no knowledge as to why she or her allies within the syndicate had been called to Zeltros on such short notice, only those affiliated with the upper echelon of the organisation seemed to hold that information and they guarded it jealously, nor did she truly appreciate being called to the planet of sin. The overwhelming sight of a variety of beings indulging in the weakness of passion and, in some cases, compassion sickened the woman who held her emotions locked away in her cold heart, stirring a maelstrom of disgust within the pit of her stomach.

Lazily picking up another piece of finely cooked Bantha steak between sharpened claws as she she swallowed the strip already in her mouth with an audible gulp, Dyxra'a granted to herself, within the privacy of her own thoughts, that her disgust was not so much at the sights and sounds but at the fact that some temptation to abuse her own pheromones in a similar manner as the Zeltrons did, to bend someone to her whims for more than manipulation and pursue it for pleasure instead. To fall victim to lusts and urges instead of the cold logic of facts was a fear that festered within Dyxra'a's mind constantly, but it was one that she could usually ignore. The change in scenery, a scenery that indulged in exactly what she feared, had given more fuel that fear and it now rolled within her mind, even if her stoic face showed no hint to such turmoil.

Snapping out of her thoughts when Miss Blonde's voice cut through the subdued chatter of benign and useless conversation that surrounded her, Dyxra'a's steel blue eyes snapped open, drifting shut sometime while she was lost in her thoughts, an occurrence that hadn't happen at any point within the past decade at the least, the Falleen straightened her posture, while, in the same smooth motion, she swept her hat back onto the top of her head where it hid the three crests that signified the deformity that separated her form the rest of her species. After grabbing the napkin that rested next to her now empty plate and swiping it over her lips, removing the evidence of her meal, Dyxra'a pushed herself to her feet, trench coat shifting and settling over her waistcoat, pressed white shirt, black tie and jeans from the movement. Moving to follow after the crowd of criminals towards the waiting speeder bikes, her heeled boots clicking softly against the floor beneath her, Dyxra'a slipped the rifle that rested against her side out from underneath the coat that hid it from view.

Sliding onto one of the bikes, slipping both Janus and the rifle, a TMW-M1 "Lance", into the saddle bags that rested either side of the main body of the bike as she did so, Dyxra'a cast her gaze across the crowds of allies, curling her lips in a sneer that bared her pointed teeth as the notes of some of their music drifted across her hearing, the harsh notes and loud noises contrasting with Dyxra'a preferred genre of classical. Finally, the roar of speeder bikes buried the sound of music as criminal after criminal set of in chase of the frieghter and its escorts

Weaving around traffic at high speeds, speeders becoming nothing more than coloured blurs that ran across the peripheral of her vision, Dyxra'a kept her gaze fixed on the constantly growing sight of freighter and escorting speeders as the group of syndicate members grew closer to their target. Grunting as the voices of varies members rang through the comms system, communication rendered otherwise impossible due to the rushing of the winds as well as the roar of the passing speeders and the bikes themselves. Swerving sharply to the left, uncaring of the fact that she cut in front of a speeder, Dyxra'a unholstered the "Lance" from where it rested within the saddlebag and secured it under her arm, leaving only one hand to guide the bike, while resting the barrel against the handlebars. Curling one gloved finger around the trigger, Dyxra'a waited for the action to start and others to act.

When they did just that, Dyxra'a followed suit. Pulling her bike level with back of one of the speeders guarding the left flank of the freighter, Dyxra'a lined up her shot as best as she could and pulled the trigger. The recoil of the shot made Dyxra'a grunt sharply and swerve her bike as the force of the recoil forced her body into a twist, however the effects of the shot was devastation to the speeder. A single burst of an intense beam of plasma shot out of the barrel of the rifle, lancing through the air before slamming into the rear of the speeder. The intense heat of the beam burnt easily through the relatively weak armouring of the speeder and continued inwards, slicing through the shoulder of the pilot, although Dyxra'a couldn't see this fact, and causing him to swerve the speeder sharply to the left where it clipped the edge of a building it was speeding past and continued on to spiral out of control.

Regaining control over he bike, Dyxra'a smirked in satisfaction for a moment before the smirk shifted into a snarl as she was forced to push her bike downward, a hail of blaster fire running over her head as a sharp, hissed cursed escaped from between clenched teeth.


[member="Miss Blonde"]

OOC Note:

Spoiler

I decided to start this post from the beginning of the thread, hence its length since it is technically two posts. Also, I'm sorry that this came so late.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Popping open the barrel of her shotgun the woman set her bike to an advanced cruise control as she popped two more shells of solid slugs rather than buckshot into the barrels. Closing up the barrels she cocked back the hammers and set the bike back to manual control. Looking back the woman could clearly see that the rear two speeders had been dealt with, the kid had her way of dealing with things safely and without death and Miss Blonde had hers. Which in this situation thirty seconds might as well of been an hour when you were flying down a speeder lane going hundreds of miles am hour.

"Negative kiddo! The rear is clear, Miss Nothing be prepared to enter! On my mark!" Blonde said as she pulled her speeder back towards the rear of the freighter.

"Serpent, Nerf, keep that last speeder occupied!" Miss Blonde gave her orders and soon came into level with the freighter.

Taking her shotgun the woman used her power armor to level the weapon with one hand and aim it at the speeder's door handles. Taking a steady aim with the weapon she focused and soon prepared to notify Keira and take the shot that would get them inside the truck to have to deal with the men inside.

"Now, Nothing!" The shotgun roared with an explosive force and it caused the bike to jerk a little as twin slugs rocketed out.

Slamming into the handles of the door they flew open to reveal a rather grim sight. Behind the door an E-Web turret was placed near a power generator and they wasted no time cranking out rounds that could be compared to a shatter cannon of the clone wars with its multiple barrels.

Red light filled the highway and Miss Blonde did her best to dodge but her bike took a hit on its side before it began to smoke. Struggling to maintain control she forced her way out of danger and would radio the kid for some assistance.

"Hat! Bring up your bike! I need a lift!" she said with the smoothness of someone's bike that wasn't on fire.

[member="KeCholo"] [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="The Black Hat"] [member="Keira Ticon"][member="Dyxra'a"]

 

[KeCholo]

A few moments earlier...​

Inside that bar, Ke'Cholo sipped on some bourbon. He listened through the comlink to his friends a few miles away, they appeared to be in a bit of a bind. Tipping the waitress extra, Ke'Cholo took his half empty glass of bourbon outside as he ran full speed for the ship.

''Start her up, Ed! Our friends are neck deep up poodoo creek with their mouth wide open!''

''Analogy added to folder ''Things Ke'Cholo Says'', starting engine.''

The engine roared to life, with Ed driving and Ke'Cholo taking off his warden's coat and slipping into some sort of harness. He attached a hook to the back of it as they soared along the highway, quickly approaching the rest of the crew.

Currently...​

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''Aim for that turret!'' Ke'Cholo yelled at Ed as they made a quick drive by of the freighter. Ke'Cholo was able to pick up the blaster fire of the turret from [member="Miss Blonde"]'s comlink. The droid, being quite the shot, pierced the roof of the freighter and blew off the barrel of the turret. The turret began to spin around and overheat.

Slave I would pass by the freigher but swing by a second time. This time Ke'Cholo, hanging out of the ship by way of a tow cable and harness, would descend down and give an outstretched to Blonde. The cable stopped just short of her hand, she would have to jump.

''Jump!!'' he would yell to her as he saw the smoking speeder.

 

[Keira Priest]

"Thalia, bring my bike around for Blonde." "Understood. What about--" "I'll make it work. Always do." And that was the end of that. It wasn't often Keira put real and true thought into her actions before implementing them, so this wasn't all that different from what was typical. Hindsight only got you so far when you worked in the criminal underworld. Impulsive actions were oftentimes what either cost you your life or saved it, and she was famously talented in the latter at this point. Thinking on her feet had gotten her this far. The blast from the shotgun seemed to shake the entirety of the freighter, and she waited a moment until the heavy fire of the E-Web was silenced permanently by the new arrival, yet another addition to what was apparently a fast growing team.

With a two-handed grip on the top edge she swung over, planting her feet squarely into the chest of one of the men within, sending him backwards and into the far wall. Panicked blaster-fire ensued, those bolts that did make contact being absorbed into her armor. The vibroblade within the gauntlet plate of her left hand shimmered into existence, and suddenly there were two less people alive in the back of that freighter. A third made friendly contact with the road at breakneck speeds, and if he wasn't dead on impact he would be before long. The next had his throat opened, and she broke the neck of another with her cybernetic arm. The last man had his ribs broken before being silenced with a blade to the chest, and she drew in a breath once all was quiet.

Methodically she moved the bodies to the side in order to clear a path for any of the Black Ties to enter, crossing to the back to secure the artifact they had come for in the first place. Again she spoke to [member="Miss Blonde"], "Everything looks to be in order. Just let me--" Suddenly the freighter swerved violently, no doubt a move made by the driver in order to dislodge the most recent unwarranted guest. "You stupid shabuir." That was the last transmission the other woman would receive before the line was cut. "Alright, Thalia, new plan. Since our friend up front doesn't want to play nice, I want you to bring my bike around to the back of the freighter, and once I'm on I need you to take over as the pilot of this rig and pull it over. Then we can get out of here." "Maneuvering now."

Unhooking the straps that held it secure she grabbed the briefcase, moving to the entrance of the back of the freighter in order to wait. Within seconds her bike seemed to materialize from the heavy traffic, and with a coordinated jump she was riding it once again. In nearly the same moment the freighter seemed to come over a tighter control, its speed slowing dramatically before it was pulled over safely, systems disabled. A miniature hologram of the AI manifested in the corner of her HUD. "That has to be the least dangerous and ridiculous thing you've done all week." A wide grin spread across her face beneath the helmet. "Then I'm not doing my job right. Give it awhile. We'll be on a pitched battlefield again before too long."

[member="KeCholo"], [member="Dyxra'a"], [member="The Black Hat"], [member="Seanna Vel"], [member="Cyrus Falcor"]

 

[Seanna Vel]

Finding herself in the back of the pack but doing as she was told always what she was told. Maybe it was the time for her to be the leader of the pack. Even that own thought crossed her mine she had to smirk at it. At less then she would be seen as something worthy of the eyes upon her maybe just once.

Doing what was left by taking on the last of the speeder to the point that she knew that she had to do some fancy stuff to get him, after all was one that needed to find her play this one had done that for her. After what seem to be leading her into a trip she couldn't help but stop herself. Then came something that most could do as she let the force guild her to the fact that she had it with one.

As she lite it up to the fact that she now knew what she was going to do.

[member="Keira Ticon"] @KeCholo @Miss Blonde [member="Dyxra'a"] @The Black Hat [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Reaching up Miss Blonde grabbed the rope lowered by [member="KeCholo"] and secured herself before the speeder spiraled out of control and slammed into a wall going up in flames. Frustrated over the loss of her bike the woman growled to herself before watching Keira spring into action as she had instructed. The woman sliced, diced, and threw some sorry guard who was torn up underneath a civilian speeder. It was a rather gory and gross sight and Miss Blonde was used to that when [member="Keira Ticon"] was around.

But luckily she had it under control rather than just murdering people, which honestly surprised her. Miss Blonde watched as she put Thalia to work and hacked into the freighters mobile system. With the AI taking over the freighter the crime lord watched as the large speeder was pulled over safely to the side of the road where the cabin would lock the driver inside to keep him from doing something they'd regret.

Pulling over to the disabled freighter Miss Blonde jumped down from the sky hook and landed in the rear. Walking over towards the doors she had shot open and now that things had settled down she felt it. She felt the pulsating and rising ooze of the darkside from all the way outside the freighter.

[media] https://youtu.be/mTRTGtM1hAU [/media]​

The waves of dark energy crashed down like a hurricane and perhaps Keira was feeling them by now. And they all seemed to stem from a briefcase that was handcuffed to a dead guard in the way back of the freighter. Hoping up the short woman pulled herself up to the ledge and from inside it was worse. It was like trying to breath in smoke and fumes, it was almost intoxicating how much psychic and darkside energy was pouring out from what lay within.

"Do you feel that Keira?" Miss Blonde said off the comms so they could go by a first name basis.

Code names didn't mean anything at the moment. There was simply too much energy and darkness to care.

[member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="The Black Hat"] [member="Dyxra'a"]

 

[Keira Priest]

If the Dark Side was a drug, then a situation like this was comparable to relapse. The darkness that was suddenly present hit her like a brick wall, driving her breath out of her lungs in its entirety, forcing her to lean up against the wall for some semblance of support. That aura of utter toxic volatility and destruction wasn't something she had experienced in such magnitude for years, and it wreaked its havoc on her much the same as it did anything else. A quiet, almost subdued laugh escaped her as she slid down to sit against the wall, helmet being removed in short order to to reveal an expression somewhere between a smile and a grimace. At the same time the energy emanating from the briefcase was harmful it also fueled her, a strange paradox.

"Yeah, I feel it." Whether that was an unfortunate consequence remained to be seen. She ran both hands through her hair, glancing to the case before looking to [member="Miss Blonde"]. "Whatever's in there, I don't want anything to do with it. It's too much." It was funny, how someone so capable and utterly deadly in their own right could be broken down by the presence of a single artifact of galactic history. A headache was already blossoming behind her eyes, and she pressed a hand to the side of her head, brow furrowing. At that moment she was torn between punching a hole through the side of the freighter and remaining where she sat, unable or perhaps just unwilling to move as she did her best to drive the Dark Side from about herself.

Unsteadily she pushed herself to her feet, snapping the links of the handcuffs that secured the briefcase to the dead man with a twist of her cybernetic arm. Just as much as she wanted to avoid the contents something else inside of her burned to know, and so without a word she unclasped the top and flipped it open. The mask was impossible not to recognize, and she studied it for a few moments before closing the case and locking it again, sliding it across the floor to Blonde. "You're making a habit of collecting pieces of ancient history." That only made the fights more interesting in her case, and to a point that was really all she cared about. "Why Revan?" Of course, knowing her, the answer was likely as simple as nothing more than credits.

[member="Seanna Vel"], [member="KeCholo"], [member="Dyxra'a"], [member="The Black Hat"]

 

[KeCholo]

All these force users needed to get a grip.

Ke'Cholo tapped on his wrist gauntlet, ordering Ed to lower him dangerously closer to the freighter. The robot blindly obeyed his master and descended the ship to the freighter, hovering just a few meters above it. This was an extremely dangerous situation, Ke'Cholo had to act fast. He quickly loaded two anti-armor rounds into his shotgun.

Ke'Cholo planted both his feet on the swerving freighter and steadied himself. The ceiling of the vessel was riddled with gunshots and blaster marks. All it took was two anti-armor rounds through the room to loosen it up to a moveable state. Ke'Cholo did so and began to pry the loose metal apart. Even for a man as strong as him and a metal so weak, it was still difficult. With a few kicks, some more anti-armor slugs and a few hacks with the phrik sword he made a whole big enough for him to slip through.

Dropping down, the freighter shook under the almighty weight of the 7'2'' Duro. He glanced at [member="Keira Ticon"] who appeared to be having some sort of nervous breakdown. Ke'Cholo unstrapped the metal wire from his back and offered it to the woman, should she need to ascend rapidly she could strap it to a secure area on her person.

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="KeCholo"]

Miss Blonde knew this presence, she knew it like no other. This was due to the saber that had awoken her force sensitivity, the very same saber that belonged to the man that owned that mask. The sheer amount of psychic energy radiating off the briefcase was palpable and she could see the way it was effecting Keira. Luckily [member="KeCholo"] had shown up and created an easy exit out of the freighter. So before anything happened, before anyone even touched that mask Patricia had to help her friend.

Walking over to Keira she took off her own helmet and stared the woman in the face with her deep blue eyes and gave her a nod. Grabbing Keira's helmet off the floor the woman helped Keira and walked her over to the sky hook that was within the trailer. She knew Keira couldn't be here for much longer without the mask destroying her progress.

"Giant, get her out of here." the woman said as she looked over to the man.

Helping Keira towards the skyhook she walked back over to the briefcase and knelt down. The sheer amount of energy that was coming off it was insane. Almost as if you could feed off of it, but that would of been bad. Reaching down the woman slowly unclasped the locks and opened the briefcase to show a mask staring at her dead in the face.

Revan. At the sight of the mask the woman looked down and shook her head trying to fight off any images that poured through her head. Blonde only looked at it for a moment before slamming the case shut and locking it.

"Thalia, route our ship here get us the hell out of here." Miss Blonde said as she stepped outside the freighter with the briefcase in hand.

 

[Keira Priest]

Almost without thinking Keira stumbled her way out of the ship, distancing herself a few feet away so as to avoid the radius of the energy that was put forth by the mask. That same poison had begun to trickle back into her mind, whispering its sweet nothings, telling her how easy and fulfilling it would be to sink back into those old habits and forget all the pain and suffering that had brought her to this point for a little while longer. Despite how truly tempting the offer was there were other things she didn't want to forget, such as the value of overcoming those trials, and what it really meant to love and be loved in return, to have someone and something to come back to at the end of the day. All of these things had rescued her from the dark, and all of them would stop her from returning.

With her helmet held loosely in her grip she sat down heavily, barely recognizing that fact, drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, placing her head down between her knees. Her eyes were screwed shut as she took deep breaths as a way to center herself and refocus on the task at hand. Not again. Never again. Thalia's voice seemed to appear from nowhere, her programming having prepared her for scenarios almost exactly like these. "You need to keep breathing like you are now. Take in your surroundings and remember where you are. Remember who you are. You left the Dark Side behind long ago, and you're beyond that now. You know that. You've become better."

"Yeah, well, I don't feel better right about now. Right now I'd really like to break something." Her fingers twitched seemingly involuntarily, though nothing explosively violent occurred. The only way she knew how to solve problems like these was through deadly force. That had been her go to strategy nearly from day one. But she was supposed to be better now, like Thalia had said. And so she would try.

[member="Miss Blonde"], [member="KeCholo"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Patricia could feel the mask, it's dark energies, it's call to the dark side. It whispered sweet nothings of power and lust into her ears. She wanted to take it, to feel that presence once more and hold it in her arms. To wear it upon her face and become powerful like the ancient Sith Lord, and it was tempting, truly it was. But before she could fall the woman snapped out of it and took a deep breath. Setting the briefcase on the edge of the trailer Patricia looked over to Keira and could see what the mask was doing to her friend, hell what it was doing to herself. So walking over to the woman away from the mask she looked down where she sat.

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Patricia didn't say a word, she didn't need to. Holding her helmet in her arms as well the woman sank down and sat next to Keira. Plopping the helmet in her lap next to Keira's, Patricia took her arm and wrapped it around Keira's back and rested on her opposite shoulder. The woman just sat there with her, not saying a word or letting words get in the way of emotion or feeling. Keira would know that she felt it as well, and as long as they had each other then the mask would not break them.

As the ship shot down from the sky Patricia rested her head on Keira's shoulder so her cheek laid almost flat against her armor and body. The woman just stared off at the sunset and lights of the Zeltros strip in the distance as speeders flew past them at blazing speeds. The sun began to dip down the horizon as the ship opened its on ramp in front of the crew of criminals and thieves. It was time to go home and bring the mask with them.

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[member="KeCholo"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Dyxra'a"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="The Black Hat"]