Savages [Open]

[Miss Blonde]

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When you wanted something done you had to do it yourself. Miss Blonde figured most people in the Galaxy lacked the intestinal fortitude to do what needed be done in the name of a paycheck, though she'd never hold it against them. Her little war band had done their jobs most excellently and now it was time for someone with a more experienced hand in slaughter and mayhem to intervene and see to it that this was brought to an end. So with a sigh she flicked her head upwards over to her War Dogs signaling for them to take care of the tasks she had previously given out, and they did so without question or hesitation.

Positioning herself at the grand entrance and exit of the facility it didn't take more than ten minutes for everything to be handled. The defense grid was brought down, the anchors were released, and as an added bonus the droids outside would have their memories remotely wiped as to stop the now senseless slaughter that her War Dogs brought before them. With workers and Clankers now offline the city fell quiet and an eerie silence coupled with the crackling of flames were left for all to be drowned in. Devastation and destruction reigned supreme and it was certainly a strong sign that one most certainly should not fuck with Miss Blonde, she was clearly capable of doing horrible things.

Soon after that was all handled the hundred and fifty workers were gathered in the grand hall and forced into a tight circle with War Dogs surrounding them. Among them an older man with goggles stepped up and tried to speak with Blonde, to curse her name with venom and hate.

"Well you finally got what you wanted! Are you happy now?! Huh?! Does this please you?!" The man yelled and threw his arms into the air.

"No, I'm afraid I'm far from happy." Blonde said as she took a step forward.

The man scoffed in response at her words and spat on the ground near her feet.

"Well I'm glad years of our lives don't mean anything to a monster like you! So go on, take it! Damn things engines are still busted anyways!" The man then turned his back to Blonde and started to return to the group.

"Before I let you all go, you've seen my employees faces. I need to know you won't try to identify them or try to take revenge against them. A lot of them have records as you can imagine. So you won't, right?" Blonde asked the man in a very straight forward manner.

There was a pause, a dreaded pause in the conversation that made Blonde's heart sink into her chest. They had more than likely had this entire operation recorded and could release it to the Galaxy. Faces, names, tactics, all of it becoming free for whatever people looking to do a little good by fighting criminals.

"Of course not, we're not that dumb." There was hesitation in his voice, a lie.

No, no, no, no, no. Not again. Not like this. Blonde's heart raced for a moment and she hurt, a twisting motion that rose from her thoracic cavity and ensnared her heart in an aching sensation.

"Yeah... you're free to go." Blonde said in a very grim voice.

With the majority of her mercenaries still outside she took a deep breath of air and then turned her back on the men and women she had captured. And as she did, she uttered the three famous words she was so infamous for throughout her career as a crime lord.

"Kill them all." and just like that their fates were sealed.

From outside the ship the mercenaries would be able to hear the sounds of gunshots, blood churning screams, and cries of anguish and despair. She had done what was necessary to protect them, and she wasn't going to explain it to them. She wasn't going to try and seen righteous in her way, Blonde knew who she was. She knew either way it didn't change the fact. So a very cold and distant voice would come on the comms and speak to the entire group.

"Your services are no longer required. You will be paid two hundred and fifty thousand credits each. Feel free to scavenge anything of value if that pleases you. Thank you, and goodbye." The voice then cut off.

Overhead dozens of tug ships focused their tractor beams on the main facility and coming out of the earth was a massive three thousand meter ship covered in dirt and grime. It's massive size dwarfed all in front of it and Miss Blonde ascended upwards within it.

They'd be making a nearby trip to [member="Tanomas Graf"] and the imperial remnant to get it fully operational once more.


[member="John Trenway"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Vigil"] [member="Hala Jast"] [member="Acaleus Thorn"] [member="Macoda Haberon"] [member="Dead Eye"] [member="Halifax McCade"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Tanya Thiran"] [member="Mara Illyrett"]

 

[Hadrian Bjormund]

Mac and the band of mercenaries slowly made their way to the main facilities. The going was somewhat slow not because of the resistance of droids, but because of the maze of buildings that rested between the group and the facility. In fact, it seemed that most of the droid resistance was already wiped out. What remained were the worker droids that [member="Miss Blonde"] had ordered to be wiped out. That menial task was primarily left to the remaining War Dogs.

As Mac and the group made their way through the city, Mac spotted a firing squad of War Dogs lining up the worker droids and clankers for execution in the streets in a brutally efficient manner. While the worker droids were simple minded, they knew what was happening to them. Mac could tell that they knew. As the War Dogs fired their shots into the heads of the droids, Mac looked around the city and fully took in the sight for the first time. This was an actual city, the droids here had built something. The thought made Mac bitter, he had seen similar situations like this before. It reminded him of the invasion of his homeworld by the Sith. And now he was invading Roon.

Mac noticed that the younger force user had stopped, staring at the execution that was taken place. She couldn't have been older that eighteen, still just a kid. "What's the matter? Never seen a massacre before?" Mac knew he was being harsh, but it was times liked these that reminded him that the world was harsh as well. Mac made his tone more gentle. "Come on, let's keep moving."

But suddenly Mac too stopped, but not on the account of the droid execution. No. Not an execution of droids. Mac raised his hand, giving the group pause. "Do you hear that?" Mac said in almost a hushed tone, his ears anticipating the dreadful noise. "Do you hear that?" Mac asked again. He heard it.

Screaming.

[member="Vigil"]
[member="Halifax McCade"]
[member="Xiarr Sair"]
[member="Tanya Thiran"]

 

[Tanomas Graf]

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K O T H L I S​

8 5 0 A B Y​

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"Our agents report that the Syndicate's mission on Roon is complete, they've retrieved a dilapidated battlecruiser from ruins." Overseer Nagloq relayed, staring into the eyes of the Grand Moff. "Very well, Inform Admiral Strung move the Pellaeon out of its dock and take it to the shipyards over Scarif. The Syndicate can use the dreadnought yard here, I don't wish for them to see our project before it is complete" Tanomas commanded, gesturing for him to get on with it. Nagloq nodded his head in acknowledgement and turned on the spot, leaving the bridge.

Tanomas pivoted around slowly, his eyes trailing over the crew pits of the bridge as he did so. Graf's footfalls while he moved for the viewports were unheard over the sound of consoles and crewmen chatter, but they carried the most weight, the footfalls of a man who had been through more than one war, the footfalls of a leader. His reflection appeared in the transparisteel when he approached, looking out at the vast expanse of space, which was covered by the gargantuan five kilometer hull, composed of durasteel, titanium, and quadanium, of an Admonitor-class Super Star Destroyer.

The IRV Pellaeon.

Several minutes later, a transmission would come directly to [member="Miss Blonde"]: "The Imperial Shipyards of Kothlis are at your disposal."

 

[Tanya Thiran]

Tanya not only heard it, but also felt it. Several innocents had died, mercilessly, and brutally killed. Tanya fell, barely catching herself on a piece of rubble.

So much pain.... too much pain....

The cries of the innocents began to overwhelm Tanya's mind, filling it with images of brutal slaughter. It reminded her of her own agony, bringing the memories floooding back. Tanya shook with terror, falling to her knees, lightsaber falling out of hand, and focus gone. She had begun to shut herself off, fear and agony filling her mind, and the memories flooded back. All of the suffering and abuse she had endured. Her master and mother's deaths, her brutal murder of her father. All of it. Mingled with the agony of those blonde was killing, Tanya's mind became overwhelmed, and she blacked out.

[member="Macoda Haberon"][member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Mara Illyrett]

Mara felt cold. Not just cold, but pain as well. Screams could be heard, and Mara didn't know where they came from. She still wandered the streets, thinking the battle was still on, with no way of knowing it was over. Her shoulder ached, and pain in her head grew. And then it stopped. At the same time, screaming ended. Mara knew something had just happened, but had no clue as to what, and began walking in the vague direction of e screaming amongst the decimated city.

[member="Tanya Thiran"][member="Macoda Haberon"][member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Hadrian Bjormund]

The force user kid suddenly collapsed behind Mac, falling into the dusty street. Mac's attention was diverted away from the screaming and turned towards the collapsed force user. He swore and knelt next to her, checking for vital signs.

I guess she hasn't ever seen a massacre before.

"Hey, you alright?"

Mac touched the Jedi's arm and shook her gently. He got no response, though at least she was still breathing. Figuring that she probably passed out because of heat or war fatigue, Mac scooped her up in his arms. He was very sturdy man, towering well over the other mercs, and so she felt light in his arms. The screaming suddenly stopped, and the city returned to its eerie silence. Mac turned to the band of mercs with the Jedi in his arms. He noted the silence, a hint of bitterness still in his voice.

"It sounds like our work here is done. Let's get back to [member="Miss Blonde"]."

[member="Tanya Thiran"]
[member="Halifax McCade"]
[member="Vigil"]