[RR] Time to meet the Devil

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Jen"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Sar'Talani'Vek"] [member="Emberli Garett"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Lurcano Car'dann"] [member="Xalus"] [member="Veil"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"]

The very nude and very asleep Patricia stirred in her sleep and looked over at her husband's side of the bed, he wasn't there. His fur was there but not him, god she loved his fur at times. so warm. But what she didn't like was the shedding, that was just a pain. But she sighed and lifted up to check the baby monitor by her side. Kincaid was still asleep and Erika was probably sleeping or on Spacebook or whatever the hell the kids were using these days. But that's when she got a very distressing phone call. Reaching to her comm link she grabbed it and answered it with a yawn.

"This is Garter, and it better be good. Patricia said still half asleep.

However that feeling quickly left her as the news reached her about the traitors in their organization, not Lurcano. She was the one who promoted his drunk ass, and while it retrospect that was probably a bad idea, he was still hers. Now she had to shoot him, that was just perfect. So she sighed and let out a few "Uh-huh" "Yeah" and "affirmative" before moving to her data logger it was time to operate the failsafe once more. Lifting it up she spoke into it calmly.

"Execute order Endgame." she said softly then she quickly popped in her ARC units and started to scroll through available assets.

Well might as well call in the calvary. In orbit over four Hades Cruisers started to stir and launch ten droid drop pots filled with ninety eight War Dogs that had been given a specific order not to kill civilians and only fire upon hostile targets. The drop pods broke atmosphere and slammed into the concrete forming a perimeter around the Dragon Palace Casino. The first forty droids exited their dispensers and started to create their perimeter to make sure no one was leaving.

Other patrolling assault droids began to stomp their way towards the casino. These people made a very bad mistake by coming here today.

40/980 droids deployed
5 UWD-50s on scene

 

[Jen]

Slowly Jennifer looked up from where she had been standing by the elevator B17, her bloodshot eyes hovering away from the floor she had been staring towards in an almost determined manner. There was no one around, a faint frown played on her pale features and a hand grabbed the datapad in her pocket as to check the time. Yes, it should have been now… Suddenly the clinging noise from the elevator was heard as it opened, the pizza man who she had called standing with the pizza box in his hand, a sour expression flashing across his face as he spotted Jennifer. It was probably the smell that provoked the reaction...


After making sure she had indeed been given ham and cheese she scratched the back of her head and turned on her feet and slowly made her way back towards her suite with an almost limping gait. The message she had gotten from Lysle could of course not be double checked as it had disappeared the moment it had been checked off as seen, so with a hopeful, perhaps too hopeful wish she took it all as a hallucination. Other than the pizza of course, she would keep that. The rest of the surprise party was off then? Perhaps it had just been an alarm of hers or something that had went off, who knew. An after effect of… Whatever she had taken within the last week. Probably.

She was too tired to check now however so she continued on her way back towards her suite, perfectly normal in appearance other from the fact that she stank. Filthy compared to her usual self. She wasn’t fully armed in any way either, it was quite normal for her to walk around with her pistol inside the casino and the knife was merely a mechanics tool, furthermore, the iron skin of hers sat under her clothes.

The door opened silently as she stepped into the familiar dark room, closing behind her with the click of the lock. Her eyes slowly adjusted themselves to their surroundings as she took the familiar path towards one of the couches, slumping into it with a sigh. She didn’t bother checking her datapad or sandro, it could wait. It was after all three in the morning.

She liked ham and cheese space pizza though.​

Obviously that couldn't wait.​

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//Leave thread//​

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Ma'am, update."

"Go."

"Ms Phoenix returned to her quarters with a pizza. Orders?"

Chiasa heaved a sigh of relief. She still had to talk to the girl but..

"Tag her friendly. Send the update immediately."

"Yes Ma'am."

[member="Jen"]

 

[Cambry Owens]

It was a testament to Cambry's downright un-importance that he sat in the Lassie completely un-noticed and un-harmed, even after droids started falling from the sky. His gear was on, every bit of his Beskar'gam and other random knick-knacks. His heart was beating a hundred miles a second as he watched war droids converge on the casino.​

Why'd he come here again? That answer was pretty clear by now:​

Lysle.​

The only Raven he'd ever really felt loyalty for, despite having exchanged maybe...three words? Cambry cursed himself for even getting mixed up in this, but, well, he was here now. Oh well.​

And hey, the Orange Woman had no idea his sorry arse existed, much less had thrown in with Rigger. Figures; he wasn't exactly a glamourous, high-profile operator. Last night's rations still stained his jumpsuit's arm, for krif's sake. Nonetheless, that anonymity meant Cambry was in something of a position of advantage. Maybe he could help salvage this.​

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After scrambling his comms, he clicked them on, trying to communicate directly to Lysle. If it failed to go through, at least no one would be the wiser. Just more Traffic-Chatter, or so it would seem.​

"Er...ahem...anything you might find helpful? I'm on the outside. And under-the-radar enough that...these tin-heads don't seem too bothered with my pretty lil' self."
He paused.​

"Just give me some word, or something."​

Then he abruptly and awkwardly closed the transmission, which Verne definitely noted.​

"Impressively smooth."
"Yeah yeah, shut up."
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[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]​