Bonding Over Blood and Bullets

[Acantha Malvern]

[member=Tallara]​

Location: Kinyen - Spaceport​

Wearing: Obsidian-type Strike Armour underneath Leather Travelling Clothes​

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After the reported tragedies on Kinyen, Felurian was surprised the planet still looked remotely passible as a civilisation. The write up for the last mission the Confederacy had here read like a dystopian horror novel. A hive mind and a war, all ending in the eventual freedom of Kinyen from it’s nightmare and an uneasy truce with the hive’s leader. When she’d first read it, Fela wasn’t even sure she fully believed it. It wasn’t until someone regaled the tale to her over a pint of blue milk one night that she began to believe it to be true. Yet, even then, she still couldn’t wrap her mind around the concept. It took flying over the scorched, scared planet surface to cement the idea in Fela’s mind.

Still, she wasn’t here to muse on the past of Kinyen. She was here to complete a mission, and this one was going to be an inside job.

In truth when Felurian had first been handed the mission briefing, she had turned her nose up at it. Their task that day was to chase after a reverse do-gooder, intent on subtly pilfering from those in need within the Confederates borders and spreading the spoils amongst those who already laid claim to far too much. The only way to do this was to infiltrate a freight hauler, outbound from Kinyen, destination unknown. It was the only thing the ragtag band of vagrants had been definitively linked too. The entire plot seemed like it would have been better for someone from that other strange sect the Confederacy boasted. What was it they were called? The Ministry of Secrets. Her superiors had argued the case. They said the intelligence was already collected, and now it was time for the firepower to have their turn.

The Mistress could hardly argue with that, not even if she wanted too. Besides all of that, it didn’t seem like a particularly difficult job. Get onto the train, find out where it was headed, dispose of the muscle that protected it, return the stolen goods back to Kinyen. The notion that someone would steal from people in such need wasn’t a terrible one to Fela. She would have even been impressed by it if the people heading this endeavour hadn’t been foolish enough to be caught. However, Felurian did find some pleasure in the notion that justice was hers to carry out that day. Well, hers and her fellow Knight’s. Someone Fela hadn’t really seen around, but she was still new to the Confederacy. There were bound to be a few million faces she hadn’t seen yet.

'What do you think? Try and talk our way in or go for a stealthy approach? I’ve noticed the guards are taking shifts to load the cargo… Maybe we can use that.’ Fela’s icy tone broke the silence that had taken over the table. The hand that had been nursing her drink for the past hour now lifted enough to allow her to drink the last dregs. The cantina they’d chosen to sit outside was in dire straits, as were most of the buildings in Kinyen after the hive mind’s attack, but at least it served good booze. It also had the advantage of being positioned directly in front of Kinyen’s only surviving spaceport, where sightings of these vagrants had been reported. For their intentions that day, it couldn’t have been more perfect.

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[Tallara]

Tag: | [member="Felurian Malvern"] |​

Location: Kinyen, spaceport. ​

Equipment: Obsidian-type Strike Armor, .48-caliber Enforcer pistol, DL-44 blaster pistol, inconspicuous clothing.​

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Why are we here...​

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Tallara often felt that she was a little weird and awkward. Considering her occupation required very little social interaction short of a little intimidation or interrogation, the blue woman rarely sat down for drinks with a friend or acquaintance to talk. Still, she was self-aware enough to know that she could often come off with the wrong tone, and she was by no means charismatic...

But the teenager sitting across from her was in a league of her own. The flat, emotionless feel of the raven-haired girl's voice grated against Tallara's ears. There was little friendliness or warmth; it was the kind of tone that forced away any hope for good conversation. Even Tallara was better than that... then again, it was probably partly her fault for not speaking much to Felurian since they'd been assigned together. Her aura was slightly off-setting for the more light-aligned woman. Not only that, but she found it difficult to speak to the girl considering who she was likely related to. It encouraged caution to protect her, and disdain for speaking. She'd been a bodyguard a few times before.

It wouldn't do to leave her hanging, anyways. "We'll need the manifest, or whatever orders they got. I'd like to flush the entire ring in one go." Of course, there were other ways to take on such tasks, but they were more tedious -- it was likely that those on the train had a list of where they were to deliver these additional resources. It didn't make much sense that these humanitarian aid packages would be taken by the rich, though; they weren't worth much. That was why she'd taken on this assignment. When something intrigued her, she wanted to figure it out. Oh, and she knew that no Ministry of Secrets operatives could possibly do what a Knight could.

The woman stood up and pulled up her hood, stepping away from the table. "Ditch the clothes, you stick out more than I do," she said, shaking her head. That was really something -- Tallara was a pretty weird thing to see. "Back entrance of the train, methodical to the front. Senses sharp, don't engage or we do a hard withdraw. Let's go." Tallara turned away and left the table, heading towards an alley beside the bar. After that, well, they'd head right onto the train. Not like it'd be hard to sneak past a few thugs... assuming, of course, Felurian was any good at sneaking around.

 

[Acantha Malvern]

Tallara ​

Working together with strangers was a task Fela had become used to over the years. Though, granted, she was used to the seedier types. Types that never left unfinished business, that wouldn’t have hesitated to hit the bottom of the barrel before they allowed the chance of coin to slip through their fingertips. Her current companion was… none of that. Tallara was five foot ten feet of blue. Eyes and hair to match, all in all, she had more blue on her than Fela had ever seen on anyone or anything. Not only that, she also came with a tail. It was a marvel to the Mistress how she even managed to complete stealth missions, but never mind. When Tallara finally spoke Felurian didn’t feel the need to reply, she simply nodded and stood up in tandem. Tallara’s second statement, on the other hand, couldn’t be ignored.

Of course, under ordinary circumstances, Felurian wouldn’t have tolerated the insult with words alone, but she walked a fine line in the Order already. One wrong move would be the end of her time here. So…

‘And you look like a tall glass of blue milk that’s been left out in the sun too long. I guess we’ll both just have to get over it.’ Felurian tugged down the warm leather jacket that wrapped around her torso. It wasn’t exactly her fault that her entire wardrobe consisted of such garish things. The man who’d bought her them was extremely fond of the style, it was all she had to wear that wasn’t the Knight’s Obsidian armour. From the debriefing, Felurian was under the assumption that this troop of smugglers would recognise the Knight’s Obsidian armour from a mile off. Not only where they the first to help liberate the planet of Kinyen from it’s the terrible plague, but they had remained behind when the others left to help the people get back on their feet again. Everyone with eyes to see and ears to listen would know of them and recognize the distinct armour if they were close enough.

Fela had thought she was rather clever for disguising it all together with one of her personal outfits. In terms of this sector, nobody knew her. She operated largely in wild space before she joined the Confederacy. It would have surprised her if anyone recognized the outfit, despite its garish nature. Perhaps that wasn’t the way the Knight’s Obsidian did it.

’Fine…’ She ditched the jacket and left it hanging on the back of the cantina chair, revealing underneath a plain black button-up shirt. ’Let’s go then.’ They both unanimously agreed to head toward the alleyway. It wasn’t long before they were slipping into the cool, dark sanctuary offered to them by shadow. The back entrance of the train was a little way ahead, but for now, the pair were content to remain hidden in the alleyway. It wouldn’t be long now before the guards standing at the back door would slip away for the changeover. When that time came, they would take their chance to slip in unnoticed.

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