Antoir Setrrin
I've Met My End

FONDOR: OP HEADQUARTERS:
Rain fell oddly heavily today, as if the skies were mourning for the Republic. Or maybe they sensed the killer walking their streets. The woman, dressed so casually, staring at the entrance to her old grounds. Omega Pyre. Better known nowadays as the Protectorate. It had been her home for years. Until she died, of course. That had been nearly a year ago. Things since then had been awfully complicated. Taking a walk to clear her thoughts seemed like a logical choice. Even if those around her might recognize her. Realize she's the monster who fought at Coruscant, alongside the Sith. Her mind had not been her own. Torn from her, taken by the Vong. But was that enough of an excuse? Could she have been stronger, fought against the seemingly endless anger? Just plain out refused to do their bidding?... Naturally she had tried as soon as she regained her thoughts... Abuse came after that. Handlers expected results. The Horde wanted to burn the galaxy, to give it a trial by fire, of sorts. This mercenary had been just another tool. One they valued highly. After all, eight and a half feet tall Sithspawn were hard to come by. Those that had the soul of a strong warrior attached? Even rarer. So they did everything they could to make sure she did what they wanted. Starved her, extracted memories, blocked others, shocked her when she resisted. Oh, how she had hated that last one... Electricity was how she had died, at the hands of Ashin Varanin. To feel that sting again was horrible. However she was free now. Ventasia Terana had helped bring back the last pieces of her scattered mind. Ven'Rain Sekairo, the Shattered Knight, Childe of the Stars, was once again herself. Coming home was understandably her top priority.But would she be accepted?
During the time that her mind had not been her own, she had committed many atrocities. Sacked a village before slaughtering several dozen soldiers in a nearby base, some of which hadn't even been armed at the time. During the Second Great Sacking of Coruscant she had killed several Jedi... along with breaking Ben Watts' ribs (like she had once done with Shinju, though in a slightly different way). During several Horde Invasions she had also killed various combatants and civilians. Had she done any good?... Accidentally killed a few Sith troopers, without realizing it. Along with a few top-notch Vong scientists. On purpose. And raided a merchant con- oh. That's not good either. Well. A good look through her mind might be enough to have her pardoned. She only did what the Vong and Sith commanded. Of course, if she had had more control over her mind, that would be a horrible excuse. One that would get her executed fairly quickly. But she was oathbound to the Ventress Terana. As long as the redhead worked for the Protectorate, Ven did as well. Somehow I doubt that would be enough for the Lord Protector, or anyone who worked under him. "Let's get this over with..." The Mad Merc muttered, walking into the lobby of the OP headquarters. Ventasia herself was due to show up eventually. She would likely be giving a eye-witness account of things. Along with giving her personal reasons to trust her almost-fiance. Hmm... hopefully she'll show up soon, before her amiga becomes a pile of ash on the floor. That situation was all she could think about as she approached the man at the front desk. The... receptionist? I guess? Eh, his title didn't matter to much at the moment. What did matter was getting a meeting with the right people. "I need to speak to your leaders. Tell them that Ven'Rain Sekairo, the Mad Merc, would like a little chat about the past few months. HK-36 might be able to give you more info." She hoped she'd see him there. They had gotten along pretty well, especially at Teg's wedding.
[member="Noah Corek"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Ayden Cater"] [member="Ventasia Terana"] @Any other OP members.