First Reply Strange Silver Box

[0-7]

Strange Silver Box
Denon
Tags: Open

NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword
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Heavy rain set the mood of the gloomy evening on Denon. The rain was good to drown out the noise. In a back alleyway, a figure clothed in black slumped down into the rain, disturbing the water that had pooled on the non-level duracrete walkway. It was the former Sith Assassin, now free from her dark shackles, who stood to witness him fall. In fact, she had been the cause. It was for one reason only. The young woman strode over to the agent of the darkside and plucked a lightsaber off him. Bled kyber. It was a cruelty that needed to be answered for. For a good month now the Evereni had been hunting low-level Sith to reclaim what they had tarnished. Some redemption for her bloody past, she hoped. At the very least it took dangerous items out of circulation. Sometimes she'd get a holocron or two she could destroy. No such finds today.

With her hood up, it was back out into the streets. Or more alleyways, in all honesty. She didn't have it in her to tread the main roads. Too many people, and she was still uneasy in public spaces. Having lived a life where survival was determined by who you could efficiently neutralize from the shadows, trust was not something she carried with her often.

Something, though, was quick to catch her eye as she walked along in the rain. It was under the cover of an abandoned awning, left in a pile of scrap. It reflected the light of the nearby neon sign as though to specifically call to her. Typically she knew better than to root around in a scrap heap... but something told her otherwise today. Curiosity had begun to flourish in her heart now that she had pushed off the thumb of her Sith Master. She couldn't fight it.

It was instinctual. Something suppressed that had now resurfaced.

Seven knelt down and picked up the object. It was a speaker of some kind, a handheld slab with a tacky chrome finish and buttons that seemed to indicate some kind of pause and volume controls. There was a slot to insert a data chip. When she ran her nail through the gap she felt that there was a chip already inside.

Hesitantly, she pressed what looked like the play button. By some miracle, light emerged from a little screen on the device. There was a long pause of nothing, then-

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Music. The device was louder than she had expected, and it made Seven jump. She nearly dropped the thing, re-stabilizing it in her hands. An exhale escaped her chest as she settled herself back down. It was mundane, really. Nothing of any sort of spectacular note, just some toy to pass the time listening to. She didn't need something like this.

But Seven didn't move to discard the music player. She just sat there under the awning, sheltered from the rain, listening. It's like she was glued there. She couldn't bring herself to stand up and leave.

She didn't want to.

For a moment, just a moment, Seven didn't fight her weakness. She forgot about the world and let herself drift away, guard fully down. The sound of the music echoed down the rainy back alleys of Denon, carried by the tight corridors a small distance...

OOC: Reusing this one from a public thread cause that's burried now and I think this is better as a first reply.

 

[Juniper Le Fey]

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The rain on Denon had a way of flattening everything. It dulled the neon lights that flashed against the gray storm clouds, and it muted the murmur of the everyday. Most people found it depressing, but not Juniper, she found it useful, something to hide in while she stalked her prey. The Sorceress had been following her mark for the better half of a day, studying his habits and finding their flaws, watching as he stuck to places where the shadows clung just a little too deep. The Sith thought themselves tactful, but that was rarely the case, they were too proud to ever truly be silent, something Juniper used to her advantage.

He had been circling something, or someone, building up the courage to make his move. It had to be important for him to keep such a tight leash on his instincts. Juniper kept her distance, careful not to give herself away as she tracked him into a narrow alleyway. Climbing up the building across from it to gain a better vantage, she caught sight of Misch doing much the same, gliding himself into position above the Sith, something had clearly caught his attention as well.

As Juniper reached the top, she looked down through the falling rain and followed his line of sight, catching the faint sound of music drifting through the alley. There was a young woman below, sitting beneath a broken awning, a small device in her hands playing the tune. Juniper's eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the scene, the girl completely pulled into whatever she was listening to, unaware of what was about to happen. That made this easier. Juniper gave a small nod toward Misch, signaling him to follow her lead and move in on the girl when she engaged.

Her gaze shifted back to the Sith as he settled into position, his hand hovering just a little too close to the lightsaber at his side, his body coiled and waiting for the right moment to strike. Juniper watched the tension build in his frame and matched it, weighing the timing carefully, too early and he would panic, too late and the girl would be dead before she hit the ground. The huntress took a slow breath in, drawing on the Force as it settled into her limbs, two of her Hexfangs already in her grip before she let that breath go slowly and dropped from the building into the rain below.

As she fell, she shifted within the Force and released both weapons at speed toward the unsuspecting Sith, one tipped with a neurotoxin and the other laced with hallucinogenic agents, enough to cripple him even if the strike itself didn't finish the job. The Sorceress followed immediately after, her Pathbreaker extending into her grip as she twisted through the final motion and landed just behind him as the blades found their mark. His gaze turned to her for a single moment, just long enough to register what had happened, before pink lightning cracked along her staff and she drove it across his face, the impact snapping his neck clean. His body hit the wet duracrete harder than she did, breaking the rhythm of the rain for just a second before everything settled again.

By now she had likely caught the woman's attention, as Misch landed nearby a second later, large and imposing but carrying himself in a way that softened the threat just enough. "Are you alright?" Juniper called out, her voice cutting through the alley now that the music had become the loudest thing in it. Getting a better look at 0-7 , Juniper realized the situation wasn't as straightforward as it first appeared, the girl small, but far from meek, equipped with both a lightsaber and a sword from what Juniper could make out through the rain and neon wash.

"Do you know why my bounty would be targeting you?" she asked, giving the dead Sith a dismissive kick in the ribs as she stepped over him, tearing out the blades from his back and chest, while closing some of the distance but not all of it. It didn't feel random anymore, not even close. "My name is Juniper." She stopped just short of the awning, letting Misch hang back a bit as well, not wanting to escalate things further unless she had to.