Private The Siren & The Liberator

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Mia Monroe
Location: Serreno

"So...is assassination off the menu?"

Reina took a whetstone across the edge of Whisperwind either way. She didn't have to care for the blade in the manner she was, but it kept her mind focused, rather than wandering. The fact that assassination had been the first avenue her mind had went towards scared the Ersansyr. There were dozens of other ways they could have dealt with this Count. Spread his emails across the net, inspire his people to stand up and rebel against him for the Mandalorians. Wasn't there that creed that Mandalorians-But-Not-Mandalorians could follow? The Dorian? Derian? Domarian? One of those.

Come to think of it, if Reina tried to do a good job, maybe she could get rewarded with the role of Countess. Countess Daival. Part of it rolled off her tongue in a delectable way. Though she gave a short shake of her head. No. That wouldn't quite work. It wasn't the kind of title she wanted...Though could beggars be choosers? If it was her only chance of ever getting a title? No. No. It wasn't worth it.

For now, she just focused on adjusting her armour as well as she could. It wasn't something she was used to wearing anymore, but it was how she tried to organise her jobs now. Mandalorian jobs had her stuck in her own version of a tin-can. Sure, it wasn't the worst for protection, but the redhead had moved away from requiring a strong defense. Now? She worked on being agile. She could take a hit if she had to...but more often than not nowadays, she didn't want to.
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[Mia Monroe]

Mia''s lips curved into smile beneath her helm at the suggestion, the soft hiss of the whetstone running along Reina's blade filling the shuttle around them. "Tempting, but no."

It would have been a lot easier, that was certain, but it wouldn't have been cleaner. The treaty had been clear about the deportation of sympathisers, if one that had been unveiled was to suddenly die then questions would be raised as to the strength of Mand'alors word. So it was that Mia was taking this into her own hands. It was her sector and if a mistake was to be made it would be at her hand.

She hoped Count Armand was smart enough to come quietly, but she doubted it. It was curiosity that had had her extend the job to Reina, she came highly recommended and Mia was always on the look out for new recruits.

"Keeping him alive is the most important thing. Incapacitation of any who he's paid to fight on his behalf is also preferable, but I understand that cannot always be helped." The shuttle shuddered as it moved into Serreno's atmosphere, taking her, Reina and the handful of others she had selected for this mission towards the Count's home. "you do have absolute freedom to destroy any holocams. I will not have this become another thing to be cast into the galaxy's holonet for them to pass judgement on only half a story."

"LZ coming up!" the pilot called back to them.

Reina Daival

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Mia Monroe
Location: Serreno

"Incapacitation of his security? No killing. Guess I'll put the knife away."

Using a poisoned blade was off the table, as she made sure to latch the dagger securely into its sheath, even as it somewhat oozed the Dark Side. Even her whisperwind, her Jedi blade was sheathed as Reina cracked her knuckles instead. Part of this made her realise that she needed a better non-lethal weapon than her hands, but that was neither here nor there. Far too late for her to change what she was carrying on herself.

"I can crack the heads of a few hired hands."

Destroying the holocams would be easy enough if they came across any. The Force was a deft tool that Reina was more than willing to use to its full potential now. She had spent so long focusing on attacking physically that she had forgotten how useful the Force could be when used to attack instead of defensively. That didn't stop her from having a passive use of Force Enhancement flowing through her, as the redhead walked over towards the shuttle exit, preparing to get out.

"Any other specific rules set out? No killing of the Count, do my best not to kill his guards, destroy cameras. Am I picking up some tea whilst we're down there or?"

She broke out into a slight grin at that...before it somewhat shifted for a bit. A thought coming to Reina's mind as she turned her head away, muttering a little bit to herself. It sounded like she was trying to say something but kept stuttering over her words.

"Huk...Hukaat'ka...Kama? Hukatt'kama"

Watch my back. At least...that was what Reina thought it meant. She wouldn't admit it, but her encounter with Aselia Verd and Cali Ziiva had caused the redhead to try and do somewhat more studying into the Mandalorian language. Whilst Ersansyrs normally had an innate talent for learning new languages, Reina wasn't exactly a "natural" Siren.​

 

[Mia Monroe]

Reina didn't question it, her blades sheathed immediately without complaint. Her comment about tea tugged another smile. "If there's some going, I won't say no." she replied with an amused tone. She was already beginning to like this girl. something in her shifted not nerves but something else Mia couldn't quite place. Then she heard it, the stutter of Mando'a.

"Hukaat'kama." she corrected softly before giving her a small nod. "I will."

The shuttle shuddered as it touched down on the estates landing pad. the long path between it and the building itself was littered with rapidly thrown together cover. Mia stepped off the shuttle first, blaster fire pinging off her armour. she flung a hand forward without slowing her moment, a blast of telekinetic energy ripping across the path shattering makeshift barriers and sending militia flying.

It stuttered the blaster fire enough that Reina and the rest of the team could move in without risk of being taken down.

Reina Daival

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Mia Monroe
Location: Serreno

She had taken enough jobs to know that you shouldn't ask questions until after it was done. That's why there was no complaints from her. If she was told to jump, Reina would simply ask how high. Sure, she might grumbly internally, but she'd keep her complaints locked away. With that being said...one thing she couldn't keep locked away internally was the grin that spread across her face when Mia corrected Reina's mando'a.

With that said and done however, Mia was heading out of the shuttle to take the brunt of the blaster fire. Strange in a way, that was what Reina had wanted to be when she was with the Jedi. To be on the frontline, taking the fire and holding the line for those behind her. How different her life could have been if she had gotten to be that role, instead of having been looked down upon. No point crying over blue milk however.

Instead it was best for her to focus on the task at hand, as she jumped off the shuttle, landing hard on the ground before she focused on the Force. Manipulating the sea and air might have been her forte, but the flame roaring inside of her came almost as easily as she rose up to her feet, swinging her arm up at the same time, igniting the ground in front of the landing area in a blaze. The team would be able to get through easily enough...but Reina wanted to at least show off a little bit.

"...Too much?"

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[Mia Monroe]

An eyebrow raised beneath her buy'ce as flames erupted across the landing pad, her head tilting to cast a sideways glance over her shoulder at Reina as the last of the mercenaries who had taken up defensive positions retreated inside, clearly realising they were not paid anywhere near enough to die for the fool who'd hired them.

"Not at all."

Mia turned her attention forward once more and stepped through the flames. "There's a shuttle on the landing pad to the back of the estate, I will secure it." The doors the had sealed shut ahead of them, buckled as she approached, the groan of metal struggling under immense pressure before the imploded into the mansion giving Reina a way in. "Take the squad and flush him out."

"Uma kaysh ke'gyce, bal sur'ulur kaysh norac."

A rippled of affirmatives came from the four supercommandos that stood with Reina. Mia nodded once to Reina before turning to walk the buildings perimeter to the ground beyond.

Reina Daival

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Mia Monroe
Location: Serreno

Oh. That...was a lot of Mando'a. Reina pouted to herself for a moment, as she tried to wrap her head around what had been said. Taking context clues into account, and the fact that Mia was leaving whilst the Supercommandos were staying with Reina, it must have been something along the lines of them working with her. That was fine by her. She hadn't...quite taken a leadership role in anything before, but at least she knew she wouldn't have to baby them.

"Intimidation seems to be a good factor against these lot so..."

She rummaged around for a moment, before pulling out her Lightsaber, letting the red blade ignite. Flames, smoke and a red lightsaber? There were few regular mercs who would want to deal with that and a group of Supercommandos. It was another lesson for Reina. Sometimes you could rule or have power without using it. Fear was a strong weapon. Sometimes stronger than the Force itself, she was starting to learn.

"Remember, we're going room by room. Three into a room, two stay out, in case they try to run."

And with that, Reina set off to go through the mansion. Occasionally using either the Force to blast open a door telekinetically, or booting it down with her foot, letting splinters fly. They were a handful of times where Reina could have just lunged into the room and extinguished the lives of the mercs that were starting to try and hide...but instead she left them for the Supercommandos to deal with. Stun rounds and whatnot.

There was one room where Reina did take matter in her own hands, but only because the mercenary hiding inside had tried to ambush Reina and smack her in the back of the head with a coatstand. Her reaction immediately was to drop down to the ground and smash her armoured fist into the man's stomach, letting him fall down to the ground in pain.

"...Seriously? I come in with the Force and a Lightsaber, and you think a thing of wood would be enough? Who has this guy been hiring?"

That said, Reina went straight back to trying to flush out this Count Armand. He should be Counting his days. A small smirk spread across her face at that. Heh, count.

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