Dead by Dawn [Operation Final Destination]

[Leona Vi'dreya]

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"And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it; and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them."​

~ Revelation 9:6​

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Basilica really was a lovely city. It was filled to the brim with the stupid and desperate, people that came to the gleaming society of glass in search of opportunity or a miracle. Unfortunately, there were equally as many people that came because of their desire to live in comfort, and those people tended to have some issues to put it mildly. Such issues she was experiencing now. As nice as Basilica was, it was an ocean of sharks and bigger sharks.

If the planet of Basilica was known for anything it was its business and industry, but as well as that; its criminal organizations which ruled districts of the planet.

And yet here she was; called in by a former contact whom Leona has worked with once before. Frankly she despised individuals such as Vargus Kruger but in the end his money was good and the business they were involved in a few years back meant she still owed him a favor.

Just one last favor~

And as those piercing golden eyes stared out onto the colorful city from atop Krugers balcony near the top of the skyscraper Leona's mind would twist and shuffle. This job, she nor anyone else received the specifics of what they'd be doing only that she and a team were to escort an important individual off-planet and half way across the outer rim to an undisclosed location. She would receive the full debriefing once the others showed up to the building.

Due to Basilicas very strict rules on traffic and vehicle regulation the planet had almost no hover cars within their cities; keeping the skies nice and clear and all traffic down below the immense skyscrapers which littered the capital. And frankly that all worked out just fine for the Lioness.

"The Lion of Mandalore~ Once again you grace us with your presence. I trust your travel was pleasant? I believe last time the car we picked you up in was a bit too small? I do hope the truck we sent was a better fit~" A voice rang from behind in an oh-so annoying tone. Honestly she had hoped to avoid the topic of her first visit to this world as it was an experience she was not very fond of.

Leo closed her eyes from behind her helmet and took a deep breath. Her crimson cloak wrapped tightly around her massive form as she turned around to face the smaller, well dressed man as he came forward with two bodyguards on either side of him. Her eyes narrowed tightly and Leona merely tilted her head in amusement.

"Mmhm...so since you are finally here i trust the others have arrived? Or were you that excited to see me again?" She'd purr, her helm shifting from side to side to examine the two bodyguards he kept beside him before skipping to the point. "At any rate, this operation; i assume we will be debriefed when the others get here?" She'd ask curiously; Kruger rolling his eyes at her comment and shrugging.

"Guilty as charged Kitten~ But yes, the others have arrived and are being escorted onto the property. But we need to go to the lower levels to discuss the details of the op. Never know who is listening out here." He mused, gesturing with his head back towards the building and turning around to leave the balcony. Leona followed after him, looking over her shoulder at some of the other buildings across from theirs.

"Or watching~" She'd whisper quietly before going back inside and allowing Kruger to lead the way.

Time to get the show on the road...





[member="The Prowler"]
[member="Sero Valrel"]
[member="HK-51"]
[member="Priscilla Utorna"]

[member="Hana Munin"]
[member="Kvelduf Ioscyn"]
[member="Chekīta Awaud"]
[member="Achilles"]

(Team Lionheart is currently arriving on site from individual transport to Kruger Industries in the heart of the city~)​

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(Team Blacktalon are currently on standby awaiting instructions from their superior in a safe house near the site~)​

 

[The Prowler]

The Prowler hated waiting, but it was something as an assassin he was trained to anticipate. Often nights when he stocked his prey through the docks, he'd hunt for hours before he actually found them. Then... Well then the rest was history. He could still smell the blood from his first kill. He remembered the screams as if it had been yesterday. It was the day The Prowler's life truly began. He had listened to his wife nag him all night, too which he'd answer. "Mhmm," With little to no empathy, then he'd go to work and he'd load the ships while the rest made jokes that he didn't quite get or really care for. But, eventually he got the feeling he was becoming the object of their humor.

So, he waited after work for the man who started it all to get off. He followed him through narrow alleys and docking containers. The man began to run, and the Prowler chased. Finally cornering him he stuck a fish hook right into his gut, tearing it open as if he were a filleted pig. It was the first time the Prowler had felt anything in a long time... And it wasn't just the intestine spilling all over his body. It was truly a feeling of genuine happiness. So, he perfected his craft, and he killed again, and again, and again, if only it meant he might feel something at all. He found rapture in their screams. Heaven in their death's.

He was shaking at the thought and he had to physically grab hold of his other hand lest it be noticed. Not that any aside from himself were here. He wore a casual white suit with red under shirt and a quaint fedora atop his head. Sunglasses and the Fedora kept most the sun from his face. But, even so he had suffered mild burns on the way here. It was a byproduct of eternity. He would live forever, but in exchange he forfeited certain privileges. Luckily since he had become Sanguine Vampirika he had nothing, but time to spare. He gazed around the room boredly and noted it's pristine condition.

Magazines piled atop one another on a quaint little coffee table, which was flanked by two couches. The kitchen was in the far left corner of the room, it appeared the counters were made of marble and not a hint of dust was to be found on them. The sink was completely void of dishes, for true, he wouldn't doubt if the fridge was empty too. A pair of macro binoculars sat atop a small end table sandwiched in between the two couches and the Prowler picked them up. He turned to face the large window panes which allowed the faint rays of the sun to illuminate the room.

He looked out side and found that it appeared the man was spying on the building next door. He wouldn't doubt it if it was the buxom blonde in room 241. The Prowler wouldn't mind sinking his teeth into that one, he had to stifle a small smile that came to his lips. He put the binoculars back where he found them. Making sure too leave them so that it would not be noticed they had been disturbed.

The Prowler hopped over the top of one of the couches and sprawled out. He picked up a magazine and instantly found out that the kind of lip balm the queen of Commenor used was in fact not made from dried whale bones, but in truth taurine straight from the Bantha bull! He wondered how many people would buy such a product before they realized they were rubbing Bantha bull testicles all over their lips...

[member="Leona Vi'dreya"]

 

[Haastal Haran]

Location: Transport Shuttle
Objective: Team Lionheart
Tags: [member="Leona Vi'dreya"]
Equipment: Armor, 2x Slugthrower Pistols
Theme: Link

Staring out the viewport Achilles took in the sight of the city below him. As it passed by it looked like every other city he'd ever seen, dull and uneventful. There was something about cities like this that just never seemed to interest him. Maybe he had seen too many of them growing up but as he looked to it he felt like this was going to be another boring contract. Achilles did notice how clear the skies were, which was something almost unseen in the modern galaxy, at least in a city of this size. Usually the skies would be filled with all manner of hovercraft as they were the primary means of transportation for most modern planets.

It seemed like it was a brief trip, because before Achilles realized it their shuttle was setting down on a raised platform. The mercenary ran his hands over the slugthrowers that were laced over each side of his waist, pressing his palms over the weapon's handles before the door to the shuttle opened. The evening sun pierced into the shuttle as the main door was opened and a trio of men stood outside of the door. Achilles hand wrapped around the handle of one of his slugthrowers while each man was illuminated on his HUD. "What's this?" He demanded, his curt tone calling out to the men before one of them rasied his hands disarmingly. "Sir, we're just here to escort you to the briefing room. We're unarmed." Achilles didn't need them to tell him that. The code-like lights that danced over his dim blue helmet told him there was not a single weapon amongst the men, of course that did not mean much to Achilles. "Whatever." He retorted, stuffing the slugthrower back into it's holster and stepping out onto the platform.

Pushing past one of the men, Achilles followed the other two down the stairs that led down to the main building. Achilles followed the men through a rather large hall that eventually led into an open briefing room. He looked over his shoulder as one of the men who guided him had placed a hand on his shoulder to guide him into the room. Achilles' paused and stared at the hand until the man realized his mistake and quickly snatched away from the man. With a mental command, Achilles helmet would let out a series of clicks and beeps before effectively dismantling itself and drawing back into the man's shoulderguards. Running a hand over his chin, Achilles found the first chair in the room and took a seat.

 

[Priscilla Utorna]

Objective: Await instructions
Allies: [member="The Prowler"]
Neutral (for now): [member="Achilles"] I [member="Leona Vi'dreya"]
Equipment: The Lotushttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/140253-the-lotus/

Priscilla's eyes glared down on the streets of Basillica, unimpressed at the (to some) impressive architecture. She saw many, many hover vehicles maintained at a low distance, perhaps too low to actually be considered safe in some cases. The relatively clean air thanks to the modernization of transport in the city was a welcome atmosphere which she reluctantly continued to indulge in as she patiently awaited the arrival of whoever, or whatever, was that had hired her for this particular job. Details were kept small, as some might expect, though she was informed that there would likely be some killing occurring tonight, to which she brought her rifle to accompany her. Her head then tilted up spotting the almost blindingly bright skyscrapers with a plethora of advertisements. Scantily clad men and women driving the consumers of this world into borderline poverty in order to please their peers with material goods.

A chuckle escaped her for a second. When did I become such a socialist?

To stifle her desire to read a certain manifesto, her gaze now turned inwards to the rest of the barren safe house. Unimpressed with the facilities provided, she now made way for the kitchen, seeking to stave off a growling roar now beginning to build up in her stomach, that the other hunters could likely take note of. Rifled fastened around her right arm, almost being as big as the Chiss herself, her eyes made contact with the slouching body of [member="The Prowler"], whom she would have recognized certainly, if the kitchen wasn't so dim. A pristine sense of freshness seemed to waft over her, indicating that it had likely not seen use for several weeks at the very least. Grappling the fridge door, a slight chill found itself against her body, before she could lift out a dull, unbranded nutrient bar, ripping the silver coated plastic and taking a bite as she spied the city from a different angle.

"How boring..." she muttered to herself, afterwards swallowing the hard, coconut flavoured biscuit, seeking something to keep herself preoccupied.

 

[Darth Athora]

Location: Shuttle
Objective: Protect the HVT
Allies: Team Lionheart | [member="Achilles"]
Enemies: Unknown
Equipment: Cayata B'Tor, Erebos Protocol


Hana sat there on the ground inside the transport, helmet at her side and rifle resting against her torso. She moved her hands along her weapon, inspecting each part to ensure optimal efficiency for when she would need to use it. Being prepared for anything was paramount for this operation. If you are hired to put your life on the line for the protection of another, you have to put on your game face. Hana took her eyes away from her rifle for a moment and looked at her allies for the job. Her eyes then returned to her rifle, without a word. After a few clicks of her rifle, Hana propped it up against the wall then checked her armor. All her stimpaks were ready for use and all her systems were showing green. She let out a sigh and leaned back and appeared to relax for a moment, but her attention was fully on the mission.

 

[Chekīta Kaie]

Location: Exiting Transport Shuttle
Objective: Meet with [member="Leona Vi'dreya"]
Allies: [member="Hana Munin"] [member="Achilles"]
Gear: ARGH-ACS-201-Rendili Battle Master Armorhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/44925-rendili-battlemaster-armor/

A small whistle escaped Chekita' mouth as she disembarked from the shuttle as it rested on one of the man pad which surrounded the tall white washed building. It was hard to imagine such a nice looking place to be a hub of crime and mod activity, seemed a planet didn't need to look run down and neglected to be a hot spot for Hutts.

Stepping onto the tarmac her armored boots clanked against the metal, it's black tinted paint job shimmering in the clear sun light, helmet off and being carried at her side. Something about being properly identified or what not, couldn't let an imposter into this job, what ever it entailed. Upon taking a few steps forwards though the women was approached by some guards of sorts, earning a small raised eye brow.

"You must be Miss Kaie, me and my associate here are to escort you into the complex where you will meet the other members of the team, please follow us". With a small shurg she decided to go a long with it, idly following the two men into the large high rise building, disappearing from the outs die world behind some fancy sliding doors.

The walk to the conference space was short and sweet, herself being let into the room by one of the guards, the duo already present getting one more player for the job at hand. Looking around her gaze fell on a familiar looking figure among those present, quite a coincidence that the two would meet up here, Chekita giving a small wave to Achilles as she too took a seat around the table.

 

[Sero Valrel]

Kark, he needed a big score. A BIG score. This would be it. He knew it would be, it had to be. He would make his credits and finally be able to get off this world. He would leave and Ryth would never know he was gone. The man might be powerful on Basilicas but his reach did not extend much further at least not as far as Sero landed to run.

Sero placed another cigarette in his mouth and lit it. He was sick of waiting. He was dressed in light battle armor, a pair of pistols on his hips, his hair was worn in a ponytail, slick and greasy from not having been washed in weeks.

Sero made his way into the kitchen slipping past the man sprawled out on the couch. Sero had an uneasy feeling about him, he mad the former gladiator very nervous. Sero exhaled a plume of smoke towards the ceiling.

“Any more of those?” he asked the Chiss with a smile as greasy as his hair.


[member="Priscilla Utorna"]
[member="The Prowler"]
[member="Leona Vi'dreya"]

 

[Kvelduf Ioscyn]

~Team Lionheart~​

The sight of the city sprawled out before beneath him from his elevated position within the transport shuttle did nothing to soothe the tension that curled heavily around Kvelduf's muscles. The shuttle he now sat within had been waiting for him when he had arrived at the coordinated given to him upon being contracted for the still-unknown job, something that had done nothing to put him at ease. Firstly, he was being escorted to a place he knew nothing about, forcing him into an environment where he had no control and could easily be ambushed and slaughtered. Secondly, he still had no idea as to what it was that he had been hired to do and that, more than anything, was enough to cause him to feel trapped. The amount of credits offered for this job was enough to spur him into initially accepting, but, the longer it had been before he had received the message directing him towards the shuttle, the more he had begun to doubt his choice.

Feeling the speed of the shuttle drop as it came into land, Kvelduf pulled himself from his thoughts, scanning the landing platform that the shuttle was approaching, tagging potential locations for a sniper to have set up their nest as well as areas where the shadows were deep enough that someone could hide away. Subconsciously, his hand dropped to his waist, wrapping around the grip of his slugthrower.

Sliding out of the shuttle with a sense of grace that did not match his rather scruffy appearance when it finally came to a halt, Kvelduf's steel grey eyes barely halted in their movement as they continually danced side to side, taking note of who was around him and keeping an eye out for anyone approaching him. Other than a couple of workers that were refuelling the transport shuttle, the only other individuals standing out in the open was a well-dressed woman flanked on either side by a pair of guards. Keeping his hand resting on his slugthrower, ignoring the guards adopting a similar stance, Kvelduf inhaled deeply, scenting the air and catching a faint hint of nervousness surrounding the woman, betraying the emotions she was hiding behind a stoic mask, as she was slowly being pressed between two groups who were openly showing hostile intent.

Slowing to a stop just over a meter from the woman and her guards, a dry smirk pulled at Kvelduf's scarred lips, his head cocking to one side. "So, are you here to kill me, or tell me what it was I was hired to do for such a large sum of credits?"

Clearing her throat, the woman merely smiled a serpent's smile in response - though her true feelings were being proven to be anything but confident from the cloud of anxiousness that hung around her - before beckoning for him to follow as he turned and strode towards the entranceway to the building. Glancing from guard to the other as they too gestured for him to follow, Kvelduf hesitated for a moment before shrugging and stuffing his hands into pockets of his bulky coat - making a note of the guards' posture relaxing as he removed his hand from his weapon - before moving to follow after who he could only assume to be his escort. Behind him, he felt more than heard the guards close ranks and keeping step with him.

Entering into a room he had been directed to a few minutes later, Kvelduf ignored the door being pulled shut behind him to take in who were, he guessed, to be his allies on the job. One heavily armoured and dark-skinned man with slugthrowers at his waist, one heavily armoured and platinum hair woman with a rifle, and, finally, one heavily armoured woman with dark hair. From the looks of things, Kvelduf was the only one who had arrived without any armour adorning his person. Discarding said observation, Kvelduf simply nodded a greeting to each of the three as he strode forwards to claim his one seat at the table, resting his boots atop of its polished surface as he pushed his chair back onto two legs.

"Should I presume," his voice cut through the awkward silence that had settled within the room with the bravado of someone who didn't care about how tense the atmosphere was, "that you lot have yet to been told what we're actually here to do? Or am I the only one currently sailing up the blood creek without a paddle?"


@Chekita Awaud | [member="Hana Munin"] | [member="Achilles"] | [member="Leona Vi'dreya"] | [member="Sero Valrel"] | [member="Priscilla Utorna"] | [member="The Prowler"]