The Blue Wrath

[Lassiter]

Life within a faction’s sphere had never really panned out all that well for Sena. She had given the One Sith a shot but quickly found herself bored with the constant groveling that took place within their halls, she had also given the Sith Triumvirate a shot but… Well, they weren’t even around anymore. That in of itself spoke a lot of how successful they were. Months had passed when the red haired Vahla struggled with what her mind could only describe as a crisis of faith. All she had was the Ember, but surely she was in need of a greater entity, something to fight for that gave her an even greater purpose. Nothing popped up, and with the Galactic Alliance laying claim to her home and the Mandalorian crusads well on the way, Sena took to living in space. It might not have been the dream for the person who followed her, but it was what it was. She was a freelancer, a ‘problem solver’ for hire in between executions ordered from the high priestesses.

Which was exactly what made this particular job all the more remarkable. A woman had approached the Vahla’s contact with a request for help in a robbery. While this seemed perfectly normal at first it became even more complicated the deeper into the report that she got. It was a no-questions-asked job with little in the way of pay. In fact, the greater payment was noted to be that whoever accepted the job would be ‘put into consideration for what comes next.’ It was a long-haul job but Sena didn’t have enough of a living to be picky at this point. There were some things in her life that was rather high-maintenance and it wasn’t her ship. An eye darted out towards the blonde fast asleep on their bed. That one knew how to spend money like it was nobody’s business.

Princess was, indeed, a very fitting nickname.

“Tristan,” A hologram erupted from her desk. “Send the contractor a message that I accept their task. I will meet them at the designated meeting point at the designated time, yadda yadda yadda.”

The hologram nodded it's head and faded back into non-existence.

Weeks passed, days crept on by until finally the due date arrived. Hellos were exchanged and names were left unsaid until they both knew they had the others trust which, obviously, was not now. Sena had provided the ever fitting Alias of ‘Drethi’, something to tie her back to her deceased master and the title she had earned amongst the Sith.

Sword was too obvious, too closely knit if people knew where to look.

“So, to repeat, we are going to enter the establishment, get our bearings, reunite in twenty and then lay out a proper plan on how we want to go about this?” Sena whispered to the woman over the commlink. “Just out of curiosity, you did read my dossier, right?”

Because Lassiter was fairly certain it read 'ASSASSIN' in bold, capital letters.

[member="Nyra Mazul"]​

 

[Nyra Mazul]

Nyra stretched and lounged as [member="Lassiter"] met with her. She was a pretty little thing and Nyra knew more of her than Sena might have suspected. She had of course read the resume of the woman across from her before sending out the recruitment note through the neutral third party agent. "I read it," Nyra said with a sweet little smile. "But my understanding was, you needed work. And besides I believe you'll like this job." Nyra shrugged as she entered into the building.

It was a mansion, with a masquerade ball going on. A wealthy businessman had set up on the planet and was holding a ball for all the local officials and affluence. Nyra had managed to get two invitations. Putting a mask on Nyra started into the manor. It was a large, spacious place with gold and marble at every turn. A full orchestra played for the people as they danced and glided across the ballroom.

Nyra enjoyed herself, playing with the attentions of men as she scouted the area. There was several guards in disguise but the telltale rigidity of their profession gave them away. After a dance for several minutes Nyra came to walking about and going back into the kitchen. Meat was being grinded fresh for the courses being presented which caused a smile to form over her face.

What they wanted was upstairs, and she had no way to get up there yet, although she heard the owner had two sons.... A way in perhaps. Licking her lips she walked back to meet with Sena. "Well my dear? Have you taken in the sights?"

 

[Lassiter]

Sena wasn’t much for gatherings such as these. Sena wasn’t much for any group of people gathering at all, but a job was a job. She studied the patterns of people, checked up on who seemed to be who and where they were in the food chain. A majority of the people present didn’t seem all that important, in fact a majority of them seemed rather unimportant. There was a few lowly socialites brown nosing their superiors in the hopes of climbing the ladder, and then there was those particular superiors who was desperately searching for their own superiors so that they as well could plead for a higher status amongst the rich and famous. Which in itself was perhaps the most amusing part of evening.

They weren’t there. Not in the open at least. Halfway through her stakeout she had found that those that she and her accomplice wanted to reach had all locked themselves away from their guests. She didn’t know why, but the atmosphere that she could sense from within the hallways and rooms beyond the security guard’s crossed arms spoke of excitement, worry and anticipation. Something was happening, or something had happened, but what it was would escape her.

At least the music was okay.

Men looked her way and she shirked it off as if it wasn’t there. People tried to initiate small talk with the redheaded Vahla yet quickly found themselves brushed aside. She wasn’t here to talk and be courteous, she was here for a job. There was one man who had truly forced her into a session of him desperately attempting to get her to talk in between the prolonged eye contact with her chest. An inconveniencied smile, the contemplation over just exactly how many ways she could end the man’s life, these were the things that kept her going. Yes, the little voice in her head pleaded for her to lead him away and just go ahead and do it, but the unwarranted loss of life was somethign most employers frowned upon.

Most of the time at least.

Lassiter regrouped with the woman that had hired her.

“There are three exits, five alternate escape routes and a hallway that I don’t have access to.” Sena provided her status report as her eyes glanced around the room again. “It’s not hard to see why you want to do the business that you do with these men.”

“They could probably buy whatever, or whoever they want.”

[member="Nyra Mazul"]

 

[Nyra Mazul]

[member="Lassiter"]

Gliding about the dance floors and viewing all that she desired had made Nyra excited. She had to stop herself from transforming into a beast and getting to the goods hidden inside the manor. It wasn't important though, and Nyra licked her lips as Sena Lassiter approached.

Smiling as the woman gave her makeshift report Nyra reached out a hand and patted her on the shoulder. "Good my dear. And what is up that hall do you think?" She shrugged letting her shoulders bare from the slinky dress. everything was elegant and satin and silk. It was important to look your best at occasions such as this. "What treasures? And how shall we go there?"

A new song was began and partners paired up to dance upon the well polished floor. Nyra licked her rose red lips and gave a little smile. Of course for her who was multiple forms she could easily have turned into a guard and walked right by, using telepathy to answer any basic queries asked. That wasn't the plan though. This was recruitment. [member="Velok the Younger"] had sent her on numerous little scouting missions such as this. Besides, she wanted to play a bit with the redhead beside her. "I'll meet you past that hall up the stairs, I trust you to get there...."

Nyra pushed through a crowd and found her victim. A guileless man and the son of the manor owner. He wasn't handsome, but then again he didn't have to be. A nudge and flash of skin with a vague promise of quid pro quo was all it took for him to offer her a personal tour of the house.

 

[Lassiter]

She recoiled at the hand that was extended for her shoulder. Trust was not something that Sena handed out lightly, and when you were out in the field it was best to be ready for anything. A feigned over-the-top smile spread on the redhead’s lips as she nodded at her partner. It was a direct intrusion upon her personal space and the small amount of that trust she was willing to extend for the burglar before her. Her nerves wound down as the hand left, but force know that there was never any time to react in situations like these had the burglar held any kind of sharp object in her other hand and decided to thrust it for Lassiter’s vital parts.

Really, it was an occupational hazard and one that she had brought with her from her childhood. This paranoia was not something that she would ever really let go of, and right now Nyra was reminding her of why. People that ever got close to Sena had a tendency to disappear. Her friends in the pits, her friends in the streets and even more recently her former master. She had been granted a brief reunion with her sister, but even that wouldn’t last. Ameli was her last shred of trust in mankind, the final flicker before the darkness within would be allowed to truly consume her in full. What that meant remained to be seen, but the Vahla was fairly certain it was more a matter of time before she knew.

Everyone died, nothing could stay, death was an escape and a savior.

Perhaps that was why she stayed in the business as long as she did. Perhaps not.

“I got ways.” Sena nodded at her employer and set off in a bee line towards the guard keeping her out. They could have probably talked more about plans and approaches, but in truth Sena had always operated best on her own. The man looked her way, an errant wave of her hand forced his eyes wide open as one terror after another played out before him. The memories of her slave pit, blood running down the gutter like a trail of bad dreams. The hollow stares of friends who had starved to death, the men’s faces as they licked their lips at the prospect of a young woman before them.

These were the memories that she never shared with anyone other than her victims.

It was a distraction, and a good one at that. The woman passed security in a rush, set her sights down the red carpet that adorned the hallway floor and the art that clung to the wooden paneling. Abstract paintings with Imperial and Rebel themes alike. It didn’t take a genius to figure that they must have been nearly eight hundred years old the whole bunch of them.

The voices in the distance was still too vague to hear, but Sena was getting closer. She knew that much.

[member="Nyra Mazul"]

 

[Nyra Mazul]

Nyra flirted with the idiot of a man as they paced around the manor. He was showing her all the art and various pieces collected over the years and yet she remained unimpressed pushing for more and more. They drank, he drank, and during a lul she snuck in for a kiss. Their lips collided and she squirted a bit of fluid from an artificial gland she created in her body into the mouth of the unsuspecting idiot. Poison. It wasn't anything too ominous, but in a moment or two he would be sleeping contently with the most pleasant of dreams.

Seeing [member="Lassiter"] stalking down the hall she waved and smiled licking her lips. "Human males are so easy to manipulate." Nyra smiled and looked over the other woman to try to find hints of blood. There was none. Good. She could do subtle. "We need to get upstairs now. There is something there we need to get before we go back to the nights entertainments."

Skipping as she walked she moved towards the stairs and sent a finger up the banister pole as she walked. There was a grace as she took each step and moved up to the top floor. From there she overlooked the ballroom from a safe distance and moved out of line of sight down the hall. "Up ahead, there is a room. There is a particular set of gems on a necklace along with some other items underneath one of the podiums in a safe. There is a pressure sensor on them and the safe itself is a combination. You can't crack a safe can you? It said assassin, but this is an important skill to have. Regardless tell me how you'd get those items?"

 

[Lassiter]

She had ditched her high heels for the softness of her own feet by the point Nyra came around the corner. Instead she held them by her hands, snuck on her tip toes in a soundless sneak along the corridor. The laughter and tension grew louder, much like the encroaching sound of footsteps. The redhead twitched for a moment before she dropped her shoes to the floor again and put them on. Her thigh brushed against the other to ensure her of the knife she had strapped on, just in case. The soothing touch of the hilt grazed her skin and with a quick nod she threw a glance down the hallway.

It was her accomplice, and a man she had ‘persuaded’ to help her. Great.

“Everyone is easy to manipulate.” Muttered Sena in an open-ended remark.

A simple question was asked, a simple answer was provided.

“I would make the owner open the safe for me.” Sena shrugged. “Make him understand that it is within his best interest to help me or die.”

“Failing that, tear the information from his mind and leave him wish he had died instead.”

[member="Nyra Mazul"]

 

[Nyra Mazul]

[member="Lassiter"] talked and Nyra listened. It was a sound way of dealing with things true enough. Nyra herself considered the situation. She could let the woman have her way, destroy the minds of the owner and his sons to get the safe combination, but that wasn't the objective here. "And what if these men were needed alive?" she said considering her plan in fullness. "What if we needed them all alive?" A smile encroached upon her face. Sena Lassiter was a blunt instrument, but with a little effort could be turned into something else. A blade was only as good as the strength of it's edge.

"Follow me," Nyra said walking down the hall and into the large room. They were past security, or at least the physical goon squad that acted as security. This meant that it was easy for her to walk into the lecture hall and step to a podium. Underneath was a wonderful little hidden compartment protected by a simple latch. Opening it Nyra smiled and said. "This is a simple code breaker. For something like this it will easily break the code and open the safe. In time I can teach you how to use other equipment and even manually bypass security systems."

The little device got to work and in a few moments the safe cracked open. There they were... all the precious shiny gems that Nyra wanted... and there was something else as well. After emptying the safe of the valuables Nyra reached her hand in and pulled out the last item. A fully functioning blaster pistol. Handing the weapon to Sena she then said. "So, what we have here is a murder weapon." Licking her lips Nyra smiled at her new found associate and shrugged. "Let's get out of here, and then we can kill a man with this weapon and our first job is complete." Nyra walked back out and started moving towards the window. "Oh would you be a dear and grab... that." Pointing to the unconscious man Nyra laughed a little, "It will be as useful as this blaster I assure you."

 

[Lassiter]

There was an unspoken “Then maybe you shouldn’t have hired an assassin to steal an item from a safe.” Sena would (and did) of course know far better than to speak her mind of the issue, but it most certainly lingered up there in the passive-aggressive miasma that she kept up around herself. The assassin followed her employer down the hall and stepped up to the podium. The same impassive face that Lassiter had worn throughout the evening seemed to stay ever as determined to remain. Hiding equipment was a benefit, but Sena rarely needed much more than the force to get her job done. She had specialized herself within the realm of mental intrusions and illusions for a reason.

And there was something in the way that the catwoman spoke that made it seem like she had plans to continue working with Sena. Maybe the simple fact that she made mention of the idea that she would teach the redhead more about stealth in the future.

Which in itself was an assumption that Sena did not have previous experiences with such things.

The safe opened, exposed the gems and Sena remained… Well, impassive until she got barked at to get the man. Which Sena certainly did. She knelt down, felt the fabric of her dress press against her skin as she got her hands under him and flipped him around. A small groan and a heavy push got him around on his back. Hand hovered above his face and with a most stiff groan, the man began to extend his arms in a stretch.

Sena looked over at her employer, eyebrow perked with a shrug.

She wasn’t going to carry a man. He was more than capable of doing that for her.

“Why frame him?” She asked, rather perplexed at the idea of doing such a thing. “He is drunk, not sure what he is doing, the gun was just quite simply there at the right time at the wrong place.”

[member="Nyra Mazul"]