What Happens Next then? [Darth Ferus]

[Sere Reene]

Gos Hutta System​

Kor Oktanivii Planet​

Daybreak​

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lg8Gil6m6ow
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Location:
Outside FFE’s Main Production Facility, Punta Outman Geesa, or Dead Outlanders
In the rubbled filled interlinked cities of Seutta and Nuttaon, gangland territory.

Work on the prototype drop ship all but complete, the cloaking device needed certain parts, due to a raid on the factory recently the shipment had been stolen by the locals, a hazard and risk of the factory's location.

Kor Oktanivi was a secretive world all things considered, little known to anyone but the hutts themselves. Rumors of the hutts struggling with some internal difficulties, had led [member="Goros the hutt"] to search for trading partners further afield, to ensure a continuous flow of credits. Today one of his three Lieutenants met a senior Sith at his main factory at the ruined cities of Seutta and Nuttaon [member="Darth Ferus"]. Goros never worked directly, shielding his name, FFE reaching out to the assassins would have been done through Sere most likely as even the lieutenants liked to work independently from one another.

Rising sun showing the full area they stood within, the outskirts of the factory were gangland territory, where the hutts supplied the local gangs with firepower meant to pit them against each other in an ever ongoing conflict non could ever win, this was done as a testing ground for the new weapons themselves for the company.

Sere was a technician not a fighter, she had no weapons of her own at the meeting. Only the large body of trandoshan, rodian and more oddly Noghri commando muscle with her. The usual escort for one of FFE’s lieutenants. Her snake-like tail steadied her balance, to most she was hideous to look at, but the manner of the sluissi hybrid was undeniably calm, maddeningly so given her race’s apathy to any and all things non technical.

A certain apprentice of Darth Ferus, [member="Niaana Ren"] was waiting somewhere in the wings for his call, accompanying him.

“.... as'sss you can ssss'seeee. We can provide ssss, a wide range of technologies’ssss that others’sss wouldn’t think to develop. Do we have an accord for future transaction’ssss,” her snake-like tongue hissed amicably at her trading partner Darth Ferus, their deal for the drop shop and further contracting on the table. Though to be fair, as civil as she was, a binding contract was always a good plan for the sluissi, she was first and foremost a merchant interested in credits above anything else.

 

[Darth Ferus]

@Nianna Ren
[member="Sere Reene"]

No matter how good someone was at the Force, technology was all that mattered. No matter how strong a Sith one might be, a well place turbo laser would burn them to nothing. It was why Ferus was here, and why he brought along the one known simply as Mission. Technology was the future, and he wanted to be sure the young assassin knew how to use it. Dressed in his new dark cloak the Sith Lord would remain obscure, his form a wisp, his features shadow. Only his red eyes could be seen, and they glanced about the wares with glee. The serpent woman had outdone herself. But there was one thing that remained.

"In my past dealings I have been offered tech that did not work. These.. Drop Pods. I wish to take them for a test run before I buy them. Mission here will be joining me. Thankfully, we have a target close by that would be perfect for such a test." The red gaze settled upon the woman unblinking. A hint if excitement could be seen, but it was quickly over shadowed by the pure malice of the man. "This better not be a trick, understand?"

 

[Niaana Ren]

Unveiling new toys.​

Out of sight and out of mind was just where Mission liked to be, him calling her that brought back fond memories, almost a sigh escaped her lips, sort of like when she found a new knife she really, really liked. In fact she had a whole range of them across her belt, some powered, some sharp, and some just pretty, because why not. Aside from that she carried her light whip, and her usual rolling of her neck and shoulders, body never really still, she didn’t know the absence of motion like most echani, even if it was just her fingers or hands moving, something always was.

Following his subtle excitement her eyes rested upon the hybrid, somewhere deep down hoping this was a trick, because then she could really play, but ships might be fun too, her teeth chittered from somewhere beneath her smile.

Sere however was just business, completely calm, too calm, the sin of sloth might take note! She twitched her snaketail the smallest of flops across the floor, back and forth to stir speech from her lips.

“We have five prototype’sssss fitted with cloaking device’ssss, the rest’ssss are s’ssssoon to arrive.”

Her own anticipation came from completing their design, once her work was done, Sere’s interest soon wavered, the product revealed behind a huge metal door, which began to raise, “they are ready for ssss, take off and re-entry at you leis’sssure.”

[member="Darth Ferus"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Niaana Ren"]
[member="Sere Reene"]

"Sounds fine to me. Mission, we begin now." Already the Sith Lord began to move to the pods themselves. Normally he wouldn't use such technology, as the pods weren't his style. But he was here to test out the pods themselves, nad naturally he had to do it himself. Both arms slid down by his side as his red eyes glanced back over to the snake woman. He was quiet for a moment, but the Sith spoke up, not as happy.

"Where are they exactly?" He had no idea where he was going now, and that was a pain. A pain he didn't want to deal with.

 

[Niaana Ren]

Toxic clouds above, fair testing grounds for how they performed under stress, acid rain not uncommon on these dead and industrial hutt worlds. Yearning and prowling inward, casuality rolled to her fingertips as they extended upward like a cup to catch the first droplets of rain. Lies that spare, or lies that bite and bind, pretty little things all, her mind wandered to pictures of all of them ahead of her blacker and more of shade, sadly for her she had no time to create more lies, no mission for such today.

Because her Master was calling, holding inward her desires for more vivid imagining of her work, she walked ahead of him, casual snaking of her feet toward the metal rolling up ahead of them, revealing six prototypes. Clawing at their brand new drop pods, sleek and cutting, like the black craft themselves could wound as they dropped from high. Everything around her seemed more dangerous than it actually was, one day if her Master continued to prepare her, that would be so.

“Can I have one Master?” Mission bared hair nails and scratched lightly at the edge of the hull, finding a release along the glass, to open out their controls. Just one word and she’d be hurtling into orbit, a new thrill and a new sense of power at her command, her teeth wanted to click but she bit her tongue instead.

"Here is'sssss the coordinates of those that have our other cloaking device'ssss," Sere remarked casually, they had six working but the parts would give them the rest. She was about to send her men, but perhaps Ferus wished to test his apprentice personally in these rubble filled cities filled with gangs, and other scum.

[member="Darth Ferus"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

"That's the idea, yes." Ferus offered [member="Niaana Ren"] a nod before doing the same to the lizard woman. With a wave of his hand he took the paper in the Force, bringing it to his hand. He climbed into the closest drop pod, motioning for Mission to do the same. "Bring us over, and get ready to fire us out. I wish to begin immediately. Also, put this one on auto pilot. I can't fly." He wasn't going to hide it, but it was true. Now though, it was all about the mission. Not that he was too good at starting them in a ship.

 

[Niaana Ren]

Clawing at her tasty new toy, if she just sharpened the edges, she'd have a brand new knife! Hmm, that thought was ticklish, lethality expressed unnervingly along the young Echani's face. Niaana might have offered to twin link their computers and fly for the both of them but Sere interjected.

“We can'ssss navigate for you from the ground, the pods will ssss do the res'ssst.” Her forked tongue promised, only in this case their contract made her promise binding.

The hull was popped open for both, allowing each to fit themselves within the frame, padded and secure, it was not awkwardly uncomfortable but not comfortable either, to keep the occupant sharp and alert. The holocontrols came over Niaana and she punched in a course, engines behind her beginning to reach escape velocity, they blasted off in a huge rush of air. Ferus's were set to the do the same on a short delay, the sleek small black craft hurtling up from the surface.

It wouldn't take long at the speed these things moved at for them to break atmosphere, like a gliding dart upwards. The sound at the edges of the ship rebounded outward given the speed, but inside you could hear but a whistle, sleek and fast cutting through the air. Sound dampeners... some clever tech in the final moments had made one final addition to dampened the resulting noise outward, it was there but vastly reduced.

[member="Darth Ferus"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

The body of the Sith Lord visibly tensed as the ship soared upwards. A dark grimace had taken over his features as he simply leaned back in his seat, eyes wide at the ever closer cloud line. Normally, such fear was controlled, contained. But alone in this vessel he could show such things without adding the fear of others looking down on him. Taking it as a moment of weakness, a chance to strike and usurp his title. Not that it lasted for long. Once the turbulence and shaking finally stopped and the two ships broke atmosphere, Ferus's body relaxed. Slowly he'd reach over to the com, flicking it on.

"You have any information on the number of folks we're about to drop into?" He didn't like just flying in blind after all. Any and all information would be rather useful. It did make him wonder how [member="Niaana Ren"] was handling this situation. Was she perhaps far more at home in these damned things than himself?

 

[Niaana Ren]

OOC:

Spoiler

With permission to finish up from the thread partner. Niaana is still very dead post this thread.

His message was met with laughter, not directly, but she’d nudged the communicator in her haste and not realised it was on! “fuuuuun.... Twenty they said Master, is that enough?” her voice ended lighter in tone, querying. Never was enough, all the more to stab and cut m m mmm. Strapped up tight as they were, her fingers curled inward in anticipation, flashes of excitement to Niaana as small girl before this ever took place, and once again for her sister assassin [member="Taresa Kae"].

While Ferus experienced some understandable apprehension, the maniacal Sith assassin with him experienced hyper exhilaration at the prospect of cutting into a group of unprepared gangs or even bystanders, from tight inside this drop pod she checked over her knives. Downward now, their sleek cutting craft made little bump against their atmosphere, like a dart heading toward its prey in the ruined cities, through cloud it cut silent and stealthy, full range of jamming and stealth suit engaged to block incoming radar.

Little could be seen from their pod, they had to trust the readouts ahead of them, so small and almost invisible with their stealth suite allowing for little visibility to the naked eye. Those below had no idea what was hurtling their way. Niaana counted out her knives in her mind, which order she would be using them today, mental todo checklists, hallmark of any productive member of society!

 

[Sere Reene]

Our assassins had business of their own over the horizon, our slussi hybrid moseyed on over to the nearest crate of booze, spice and other belongings, settling down to some serious work to stay motivated in her endeavors!

These ships were beautiful little things, but at the same time once she’d finished them, they were done and she was off looking for the next lethal design to engineer. Lighting up her usual brand of spice, not the good stuff, smoking out the end of her cigarra

One more for the road?

Someone said. In her case they were talking about artillery demonstrations, as they exploded somewhere in the background, covering our small stealth ships from their sides. Hmmph. Sssssss her tongue curled. Explosions across their ruined cityscape looked about right, but perhaps another round or two to be sure she had the range...