LOCATION: Ans Corvo, Crippled Diplomatic Corvette
Objective: Capture the Senators
Equipment:
Beskar'gam I
Blaster Pistol I
Blaster Carbine I
Deflector Shield
Tags: [
Raphael Calgar
Natasi Fortan
]
Jenn was not stupid. She could see the grand gestures made by the woman, the attempt to garner
all of the boarder's attention with her words and motions, from her refusal to drop the blaster as she had been ordered to the sheer
contempt behind each and every syllable she uttered. Had it been a Crusader in her stead, the Kayatr'ade had no doubt they would have already murdered her on the spot. A spineless politician, a
worm beneath her boot, daring to talk down to her as if she was some sort of savage, a mindless brute capable only of destruction! Yet another proof of the utter contempt the Galactic Alliance held for her people, looking down to them as if they were simple beasts!
Natasi went on about her story, telling her the tale of some Mandalorian whose name she did not recognize. He was either dead, somewhere far away, or
completely fictitious. The smith remained silent as the Senator before her went on about the staggering idiocy of
Kaine Australis and his attempt at a false flag attack, stewing in her own fury and watching Natasi's colleague from behind the Y of her helmet as a hawk would a mice. She could see him fiddling about with the panel, all too aware that he was looking for a way through: but if she kept her gaze fixated on him, the rambling senator might very well just make a move - and, blaster-proof as her armor was, she was
not an armoured trooper. Her
beskar'gam was built for mobility, to allow her to swim and fly with ease!
That dazzling smile made her want to strangle the life out of that woman. If she wanted a monster, then perhaps
giving her one would be just.
"You were leading a superpower", spoke the warrior at last, her voice... not quite the growl one would have expected. In fact, one might call it the
opposite. The voice that left the helmet, amplified by the speakers (and thus robbed of its true potential) as it was, spoke of horrifying beauty. The kind that left weak-willed fools to follow any instructions given to them, and even giving pause to those with stronger wills.
"And now, you are nothing more than the lapdog of an Alliance rotten to its core."
In spite of the Mandalorian's vigilance, Natasi had
done it: she had distracted (or rather, infuriated) her well enough. It was only as the doors began to open that she realized she had been had, flicking her blaster pistol over to
stun. The reduced range would not matter: the Senator had approached her enough that she could hit her right where it mattered, and ended up with one target already in custody. Just as she moved her finger against the trigger, however, the Nite Owl realized she was about to be fired at.
Her reaction was quick - a testament to her training, as well as her mettle. The
Ersansyr dropped down to one knee, reducing the target profile offered to the pair... and allowing her deflector shield to protect her better. Still, she was being subjected to a barrage of blaster fire, and thus stuck in place, if only until the pair slipped through the door.
That was when she became
unreasonable.
With quick and practiced motions of fingers and hand, the blaster pistol was switched back to its normal operating mode and returned to its holster. Mustering to her feet, she broke into an open sprint, turning off the deflector shield as she did so: and, catching a glimpse of the two through the opening in the door, she raised her left arm and lowered her fist.
Satisfaction coursed through her as the armor panels of her gauntlet shifted aside, relishing the sight of the gout of flame as it burned forth and through the gap in the door. Not quite big enough for her to fit. But large enough for her flamethrower to be of use, and to teach these Senators the price of mocking her.