Theme Song : (x) Warning Adult Themes
Equipped - Primary Combat Systems : (x)
Blaster fire rang throughout the marble halls of
Sempra Besadii Dhakun's palace. Screams of pain and terror echoing shortly after them. While moronic thugs and Gammorran slaves rushed out to meet the threat, the only Master, or Mistress in this instance, of the Cartel present watched the assault unfold from the safety of her private chambers. The Hutt who was once Master here had gone into hiding years ago, and much of his Cartel's power had passed to his Major Domos. Of those, most had died, or been incarcerated, so long ago that their names were nearly forgotten by the galaxy at large.
The gold plated Droids around her finally took a step back, announcing that her armor was properly fitted to her statuesque figure. One held out her helmet, the final piece was a haunting thing. The bone white plates on the front of the helmet resembled an elongated skull, a screaming deaths head. As she fit the helmet in place, a soft hiss escaping as the suit sealed itself, displays began to flicker to life inside her visor. Targeting systems, sonar maps of the palace, and more began feeding her information. Her normally musical voice rasping mechanical through her speaker system.
"F-three, begin Perfect Dark protocol."
Stepping from her chambers, Zenva pulled up the hood of her cloak. The moment it sealed in place the normally silvery fabric shimmered, removing the Zabrak warrior from the visible light spectrum entirely. The electric sensors that served her Droids as eyes instantly burst into static, rendering them blind while looking to closely at her actual position. She took a single step into the hall and a grappling cable fired from her hip to spike into a wall. A high speed winch whined, and the Zabrak was pulled off the floor. Cables continued firing, burying into walls, and propelled the woman through the air as she traveled the halls of the palace.
A klaxon alarm began to blare throughout the palace. It's rhythmic whining pulse matching the dim flash of small emergency lights along the walls across most of the palace. Those who lived here knew immediately what was happening, slaves rushing back to their cages while the various thugs present quickly made their way towards exits. After only a minute, the alarm stopped abruptly. The emergency lights along the floor turned on fully, though they gave off very little actual illumination. In the silence a low, heavy
thump reverberated through the palace as half the lights overhead shut off all at once.
Thump. Thump. Thump. More and more illuminators went dark, leaving deep pools of black and long shadows in their wake.
Thump. Darkness filled the once bright marble halls. Pinpoints of emergency lights glowed along the floors, the silence of the place was nearly deafening. Zenva's armor systems held her in a high corner of the throne room, now pitch dark beyond the glow of the Invader's saber. The Crimson Devil's sensors flickered through different vision modes as she watched the Sith pace before the throne room's raised dias.
"My, my. A dark lady of the Sith. How very frightening." The voice echoing through the chamber wasn't threatening or vicious, instead it was nearly sounded like a bedroom whisper. A velvet soft taunting tone. A sharp pop echoed through the room, followed by a soft whine of mechanical equipment as the Zabrak change her position along the ceiling.
"You've come all this way for nothing, little Sith. The Slugs are all gone." Pop. Whine. Again Zenva moved to a new place in the throne room.
"There is only death here now, Sith. You should flee before Death comes for you."
Darth Sarlaac
Zenva Vrotoa
