Breaking the Pattern {Mistress Kurah Rrusho}

[Kraigmiir Hijiin]

KURAH-PRIME:
Mistress Kurah Rrusho's Residence:

On this planet was a woman with a very large bounty on her head. Someone who had royally pissed off someone with a lot of power. And money. Obviously many hunters had been interested. But some didn't know where to find her, where to ask about her, and what to expect where she lived. One individual had been lucky enough to live one a planet where several ex-Horde members fled (such as Dawn Irisael and several of her associates). Said hunter was Kraigmiir Hijiin. The massive (Roughly 9 feet tall) Null was a century-old result of the twisted habits of Sith. Generally the giant stayed on Hoth, occasionally hunting down the fools who thought it was void of life. However... when she heard about just how much was being offered for the capture of this 'Kurah' lady... well, she went out that day and spent nearly ever credit she had left. A week was taken to prepare for the journey. Several Hoth Hogs were gathered and caged, an old suit of Matrix Armor was repaired, and a spacer was hired. They made a deal that she'd pay half up front, he'd take her there, and wait two hours. If she wasn't back by then he'd leave. Should she return she'd give him what was owed. Extra credits were given to assure he didn't ask why she was going to the world.

Once everything was ready they set off.

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2 HOURS UNTIL DEPARTURE:

Hogs could be very noisy. Especially when they weren't in a familiar environment, were just released after several days of being stuck in cages, and were very, very hungry. Kraigmiir smirked behind her helmet as she watched the beasts rush about the area. One started squealing as it smelled food. The others soon joined in, all rushing towards the scent. Meanwhile their captor waited, lightsaber on her belt, with a sniper rifle in her hands. Now she simply had to wait for the target, or one of the target's servants/droids/roommates (whatever she had), to come out and investigate. There were plenty of other things Krag could do if necessary, of course, but this is what she started with. Distractions.

[member="Mistress Kurah Rrusho"]​

 

[Thrax]

[member="Kraigmiir Hijiin"] [member="Mistress Kurah Rrusho"]

Standing off to one side and out of easy viewing distance stood the Force Dead Vong/Graug hybrid called Thrax. Thick black plates of armor, some still vaguely smoldering with heat, clung to his overly muscled body, covering just about everything but his chest and arms. Not that he cared. The burned grey leather that was his skin was readily visible, providing him ample protection against most minor annoyances.

Minor like the bounties he usually collected. This one though...? This one was worth a mint. One million for a bounty was enough to purchase several freighters. He could live for a few years off that money if he didn't blow it all in a month. Fat chance that was, but still.

Nothing got a bounty hunter motivated like a big score.

Heavy hammer resting across impressively broad shoulders, he stood, beady red-orange eyes lingering on the pigs running this way and that. They were fresh meat, and his mouth was already salivating at the idea of feasting upon their entrails.

Couldn't do that now, could he? Nooo, had to catch the bounty. After, perhaps.

After.

 

[Nyxie]

Quiet. Desolate. Numbing.

There were few things inviting about the tugging nuance of the twisting mix of Light and Dark Side nexuses that sat just kilometers beneath Cuu'rha-tar. It was by all means a most holy and revered of locations, but also one that was impossible to reach by capital ship and difficult to navigate to by small craft with the exception of what was oft titled the Eye of the Storm; and justly.
There, long away at the end of one of the many great, fifty-foot high halls stood Kurah, looking solemnly over the edge of its large, round balcony handing over the seaside. Her form was lithe and pristine, height easily greater than the tallest of humans, floating on almost invisible wings that emerged from underneath her regalia. Such was the form of Kurah Rrusho, Diathim and Shaper, a mix of two worlds almost as different and polar as the storm she stood amidst.
"Do you feel it..." her voice echoed mystically through the abandoned palace's halls. "The forces of Light and Dark, in constant war and perfect balance."
The angelic mistress turned, knowing full well that her time was short. Cuu'rha would never surrender to the likes of mere humans, and mere humans would never find him. In the sense of their bond, technically Kurah did not die, but ascend amongst the collective conscious that were the sentient hive mind.
"Finish it..." she said plainly, approaching them levitating before finally coming to a stop on her feet.

The pair was only being paid to expedite a process already set in motion long ago. Ascendancy.

[member="Thrax"], [member="Kraigmiir Hijiin"]​

 

[Kraigmiir Hijiin]

It was a beautiful creature. In some blasted, twisted way, it was a beautiful thing. But Kraigmiir had long since stopped marveling at beauty. Instead she looked upon the 'creature', her target, and saw only it's worth in credits. Perhaps part of her heart did not wish to step out of the bushes. Part of her might have wanted to capture the pigs, apologize, and depart. But for all there was of her old self, there were a thousand pieces of the woman who had been tortured at the hands of Sith. "I'll make it quick." Rising she pulled out her lightsaber. The same blade that once belonged to a fool who thought her his. It ignited, a humming sound leaving the purple object. For a moment it stayed still. All would have been quiet, if not for the hogs. "Goodbye."

She lashed out.
Her blade would cut right through the woman's neck, if no movement was made on her part.
It would be over.

[member="Mistress Kurah Rrusho"]​

 

[Thrax]

Thrax was hefting the hammer for a death blow when his compatriot would lash out, and so it was that he lowered the great weapon. Smashing another bounty hunter was not good for business. [member="Kraigmiir Hijiin"][member="Mistress Kurah Rrusho"]

 

[Nyxie]

A humble frown quickly crossed Kurah's face as she witnessed the blade ignite. A simple leaning back averted certain doom at the hands of [member="Kraigmiir Hijiin"]. The Diathim offshoot slid back gracefully on her feet, no need to actually walk but merely to 'levitate,' as it were, as though she was hinged on rails to the ground.
"I prefer for this body to remain undefiled."
It was practically criminal to destroy such an elegant frame with such grotesque means.
With the subtle nudge of the Force, the woman tossed a holdout blaster across the floor to Kraigmiir's feet.

[member="Thrax"]​

 

[Kraigmiir Hijiin]

So much for claiming her horns and selling them separately... "Everyone gets final wish, I guess." With a nod and a spout of broken Basic the giant moved to pick up the blaster. Of course, she had her own, but there was a sense of... humor in using a weapon provided by the victim to kill them. Quietly she lifted the firearm, looking if over for a few moments. "May your Gods accept you, little one." The trigger was pulled. A single bolt shot out into the night. Should it land true all would be done for real this time. There was plenty of looting that could be done. That seemed the work of... lesser minds, to Kraigmiir. While she'd likely take some time to explore the lands around the Temple, she decided not to destroy what remained. Some things were meant to stay standing.

[member="Mistress Kurah Rrusho"], [member="Thrax"]

 

[Thrax]

Thrax watched with what could only be termed indifference before perking up as she died. "Thrax smash?" He asks, looking around hopefully. He may or may not have had a problem with destruction of property.

 

[Kraigmiir Hijiin]

"Who could stop you? Smash away. Be wary of natives. Not as big, but bit strong. They feel good about here." Kraigmiir nodded, looking around. "Feel free to have Hogs. They make good meals." With that the giant carefully picked up the body. She wished to be as gentle as she could. Part of her felt like she owed the woman that. It was a strange feeling. So much so that it angered her. There was plenty of time left before the pilot she hired would leave. Enough time to pillage one village, right? Yes. Of course. With an mischievous smirk Krag turned to leave. There was still much to be done.

[member="Thrax"]