Private Walk The Plank

[Lyli Dragi]

Wearing: Torchflare Armor

Armed with: Blade of Falsehoods (Red bladed single Lightsaber)

Armed with: Nightstinger sporting blaster rifle (Scoped)

Objective Protect Czernus The Hutt.

007 hours earlier...

Syd Celsius , when not training Starlin Rand, engaged in other activities for The SJC.

One of these was as a short term undercover agent.

The SJC intelligence service was attempting to make inroads into Hutt Space as the war with The Bryn'adul intensified. That meant making sure one had an intact cover in case supplies had to be acquired...'covertly'.

Syd specialized in these short term infiltrations. She had divised a particularly devious method of infiltrating.

It was a Magical technique that hid her mind and body in that of another. The personality of a Dark Jedi, carefully crafted to remain under her control ultimately. She had been making a name for herself as a mercenary in these regions. Clean, efficient, and prompt, with a smattering of brutality. All necessary to maintain the reliability of the cover.

For this particular job she had taken the role of bodyguard for a Hutt Crime Lord the SJC was looking to get dirt on. That meant making him think he had some one reliable in his corner.

Unfortunately for Czernus the Hutt, he had picked the very last person to trust.

The real Lyli Dragi had been dead for some time, killed in a fight against Syd, who had since assumed her identity and personality for her own use in her spare time.

Syd meditated inthe lavish quarters of Lyli's ship, using her enchanted red bladed lightsaber, which contained an imprint of Lyli.

The Red Headed Atrisian made sure to keep every outing as brief as possible: Even she did not fully understand the strange magics she had crafted that allowed Lyli to exist. Her time as this falsity had to be limited by necessity. What if it got strong enough to take over?

The red headed Force Spawn's flesh shuddered on its skeleton as it channeled the ritual. It bubbled everywhere as the facial and muscular structure altered itself, felt her mind vanish beneath that of a greedy, selfish persona interested only in its own self gain.

What rose in Syd's place was a woman whose skin was slightly fairer than that of Syd's, the hair an even lighter red, hiding behind green eyes. She was quite a beauty. A Fake Dark Jedi, but quite a beauty.

Lyli Dragi opened her eyes, snorting in deep distaste at the job she was about to do. She despised The Hutts for some of the scummier practices but they payed good money. She didn't notice the flesh on her face still shuddered for a few seconds after as she rose having meditated on the Power of The Dark Side, or so she had believed. Though she exuded a Dark Side aura, her powers actually had no tie to the Darkness at all, but the magic currently allowing Lyli to exist made for a good simulation of them. Every Dark or Light Adept Lyli had encountered so far certainly believed she was a Dark Jedi.

Lyli was clad in her red and black armored leotard and armorweave cape, slim but slightly athletic figure sauntering to the cockpit of her VT-49 Decimator, lifting off the black op space station at the edge of SJC space, setting course for the Luxury Cruiser known as The Dusk Offering...

In the back of her head, a part of her wondered why she had been all work and no play.m as of late. Long stretches of time where one assignment seemed to bleed right into the next.

It was the realities--the cruel realities of mercenary life. Everything required constant upkeep, and that constantly meant taking jobs.

But since this was a particularly juicy job...she'd stomach it. There were rumors that this Hutt boss feared for his life after antagonizing a powerful rival and wanted to look tough even as he threw a party. That was where Lyli came in...

Present.

The Dusk Offering was a converted and modified Hammerhead Cruiser that had been specially lengthened and with hardened shields.

Her decimator sent ID and soon managed to dock. Lyli's flesh wriggled a little as the Jedi personality beneath subsumed itself for the long haul. Lyli grabbed her Nightstinger rifle and left her ship, where the Twi'lek Butler awaited.

"Lady Dragi. Master Czernus had been expecting you..."

"Tell me you at least have good music..." Lyli complained. "Or at least good dancers..."

The Butler glowered. "Neither unfortunately. My master has no taste."

Lyli swore things too filthy to bear repeating before sighing...

"Another cheap ass Crime Lord on a budget. Probably blew half of it hiring me...oh well..." she trailed, smirking at the thought she had broken his bank account as she followed the Butler to meet her temporary Boss...

R1-3G

 

[R1-3G]

I was being dropped off at the Hutts party under the guise of a cheap serving droid purchased as a gift from a subordinate.
While serving trays were typically made for smaller droids, mine was customised for a R1 unit. I rolled dow the ramp, a fake restraining bolt had been attached.
I had heard that this Hutt was in the possesion of rare droid parts, some even said they were one of a kind. While I wasn't expecting to get the parts now I was hoping to earn his favor.

"This party is somewhat underwhealming" I whispered to a gonkdroid siting in a corner. I began serving drinks. "this would take long but this droid has nearly infinite patience. " I thought to myself.

(Sorry if I don't write all that much)

 

[Lyli Dragi]

Lyli scanned the crowds mingling with each other in the grand Ballroom, watched the Elite of Society mingle with War Criminals, Smugglers, Embezzlers, Corrupt Bureaucrats. She was the only Force User in the place it seemed...

Lyli turned heads as she sauntered past them, though none caught her eye in turn.

Finally she spotted Czernus The Hutt, at the center of the lavishly decorated chamber on a black throne. His skin had an unusually purple hue to it.

Lyli hid her disgust, faking a smile.

"Mighty Czernus, an honor to be in your presence..." Lyli said politely, inwardly cringing at the Huttese Opera screeching over the sound systems.

"Ah my Dark Jedi has arrived..." the Hutt rumbled, stuffing something that was slimy and struggled into his mouth.

"You came highly recommended, Dragi. I have it on good authority that someone is actively pursuing my death. This cruise is a way to keep on the move while still showing my power..."

"Would it not be more practical to just stay in one spot?" Lyli wondered, contempt already growing. All that wasted money. If he wasn't throwing lavish parties while trying to stay alive, her job would be easier to do. But he couldn't resist flaunting his wealth. It was the way of crime lords, Lyli supposed.

"It would, but I can't afford to look weak...it might make some rethink alliances..." Czernus replied. "I want you right at my side the whole evening Lyli...I want all my potential enemies to know the folly of challenging me when such power is mine to command."

He smelled revolting to her, but Lyli thought only of her paycheck as she smiled.

"It would be my pleasure to terrify your enemies..." she trailed.

"Good, Lyli..." Czernus replied with a chuckle. "Everyone! Behold! My Dark Jedi arrives, sworn to me out of my sheer generosity."

Lyli faked a smile for the crowd staring at her, cringing on the inside. It was going to be a long night...

Meanwhile.

The Modified CR-90 stalked the Dusk Offering in the blackness of space, weapons locked on the engines as their stealth drive rendered them undetected by the Offering's scanners.

The pirates, currently near the docking airlocks armed to the teeth, expected a total blue milk run. Even with the Dark Jedi that had been hired could not stand up to the weapons they would be bringing to the fight. Every countermeasure, every precaution, had been taken. Czernus would die, his wealth would be siezed, and soon, they would receive a hefty cut of the spoils.

The Pirates each mentally readied, some cocking shotguns, arming flamethrowers as their ship got in strike range...

R1-3G

 

[R1-3G]

R1 heard a ship dock. And then screaming broke out. The sound of fire and blasters rang through the ship. I detatch my tray and start to search for Czernus

Then I saw them. "Pirates" I readied my weapons and began to open fire as they grabbed anything they could.

I hid behind a pillar as they fired back. This was not going as planned.

The sound of blaster fire grew as they got closer

 

[Lyli Dragi]

Ugh, what a snooze fest...Lyli thought as she stood by the Hutt, disgusted by his choice of food and ready to vomit from the smell that eminated from him.

The whole party was insufferable. She half considered setting one of them on fire for a laugh, but realized she needed to build up her influence in these parts.

"Would you care for refreshment?" One of the droids asked, carrying a tray of wine glasses.

"No thanks. On duty..." Lyli said with a sigh, as she could not afford to be seen drinking on the job...that kind of rep would spread, fast.

No beautiful people to privately ogle. This evening was unbearable. She hoped there were Assassins in the crowd, some real Ezio types. It would at least mean she had earned her money and hadn't spent hours standing next to this smelly fat Hutt for nothing...

Lyli sensed danger suddenly. The whole vessel shuddered as the pirate ship fired ion cannons that disabled the cruisers shield and weapons, and cut the lights. She felt more immediate danger. There was shouts, and shooting. Advance boarding teams in stealth shuttles had been sent.

Lyli squirmed. Holy chit. She had never gone up against so many. There were panicking bodyguards of various criminals, each training their guns on each other, their bosses suspecting treachery. One of them, in panic, turned the weapon on Czernus...

Her arms rose, ever since defeating that Pyrokinetic Jedi she herself had gained strange pyrokinetic abilities herself.

Gray, but non-lethal flames leapt from her hands in focused, almost laser like beams, which slowed the shooter's action and allowed her to close the distance with her red blade, slicing it in half.

"No one kills guests unless Czernus okays it..." she barked at the shocked participants, who stared in raw horror at her red blade, which illuminated a haughty, smirking face.

"Everyone! Lock this area down! We have to--"

A wall blasted open and Lyli let loose a powerful burst of gray flames at the first pirates who poured through, which slowed their movements and allowed the guards to open fire on the slowed pirates attempting to surge through. Debris smoke clouded the area as Lyli rushed forward, slashing into the pirates...

(Character Theme Song Power Up)

(Theme: "Out of Ashes" by Celine Dion)

She cut into them with an intense, focused ferocity to her movements that surprised even her. One pirate lost a limb. Another, his head. One swung a vibro-ax at her but her use of Force Speed to evade the blow, superheated the air in her immediate vicinity as she dashed through and around attacks, setting pirates ablaze in her wake, slashing into their ranks with a controlled frenzy, her crimson blade biting into their weapons and limbs and chest.

Her flesh shuddered hideously in a way she didn't notice as she cut through them, cackling, even though the Jedi within kept her kills quick and merciful, refusing to let the surface Persona slake its blood thirst.

The pirate squad attacking this section grew more concerns as she dodged their shotguns and was seemingly unresponsive to their flamethrowers. They began to fall back, as she fired another flame gout that burned hot and lingered on their bodies as they fell back, two and a half dozen dead so far and pushing them into the fire of R1-3G