Eeny, meeny, miney - you'll do nicely.

[Nisha Decrilla]

Contruum.

Once the last remaining neutral world between the Sith and the Republic. Always a world of turmoil, where governments could not hold control. Rebels rose up, gangs flourished and nobody looked twice at the bodies tucked in alleys or asked too many questions when people disappeared. Now, it was the central planet between three bodies of power. The Mandalorian Empire, The Free Worlds Coalition and the Order of the Silver Jedi. It sat smack bang in the middle of them all.

And it could feel the rising tension. But then didn't everybody with close borders the the Empire? The Great Galactic War was underway and the little people could feel it crushing them. Kyra would put them out of their misery, not out of sympathy or compassion, but because that was what she did. And if she didn't? [member="Sel Wyrick"] would make something of them.

The mute moved with a whine of servos, amber eyes watching, analysing, calculating the level of danger with each step. Identifying threats and the quickest way to take them down. He'd pick the target, and she'd go fetch it. In the mean time? His protection was her only goal.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Kyra"]

Sel stalked forward within the alleyway, the red of his visor illuminating a small portion of the dimly lit space. Just ahead of him stood Kyra, her lithe forming moving towards the street where the living refuse of this world was moving around in their day to day lives.

The Butcher didn't particularly care for any of them. They were neither Mandalorian nor anything of true worth. For him these people were all just meat meant for the grinder, the kind of folk that nothing and no one truly recognized. He watched them for a moment, coming to a stop half-way up the alleyway and lingered there for a moment. He stood besides Kyra, frowning behind the facemask of his helmet and slowly shaking his head. Contruum was a world torn by war and diplomacy, one that had seen more death than most.

The kind of place where no one noticed when someone was missing.

A small smile twitched on his lips, though it disappeared as quickly as it had come.

This wasn't fun for him, not really. He didn't enjoy taking these people, he didn't enjoy cutting them apart. For him this wasn't about the pain he inflicted or the malice that his work brought, no, it was about progress. Each of these individuals had something inside of them, something that he needed to understand.

Whether they knew it or not. "Cause a panic."

He told Kyra quietly. It would be the best way to grab more than just one person. If Contruum was thrown into a riot, no one would notice a few people getting lost among the chaos.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Kyra didn't respond, she didn't need to, she was flawless in her obedience and her hearing was impeccable. Her pace increased and she slipped into the street amidst the crowd. Eyes swept it for the greatest opportunity. Resting on the other side of the street, cigara smoke trailing from their lips gang members loitered. People averted their gaze deliberately.

Perfect.

She ducked into the crowd which wasn't hard considering her small stature and materialised up the street from them. Advancing without fear she drew a long knife from her belt. He said cause a panic, and nothing panicked people more than a fire fight. The first she reached managed a double take before the knife punched up through his jaw and into his skull, she tugged his dead weight in front of her as his friends reacted with shots and opened fire. She back peddled with her meat shield into the crowd, freeing its weapon she turned and fired into nearby shop windows shattering them and opening the opportunity for looters.

There terror was perfect, some gunned down as bystanders, others fleeing towards the alley she had left Sel in, some taking advantage of the panic and ransacking the shops.

A brief moment of silence descended, a moment for them to reload. Kyra lowered her shield enough to see over his shoulder, and returned fire, striking down three before the others successfully reloaded and opened fire again. She'd need s new shield soon, this one was starting to get thin.

[member="Sel Wyrick"]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Kyra"]

The others that had come with them immediately sprang into action.

Sel had always been an extremist when it came to his kin, even among Death Watch he was considered to be one of the more...conservative, but that didn't meant he had no supporters. There were some Mandalorians who had flocked to the Butcher, people like Kyra and others who saw his work for the progress that it represented.

They were few in number, true, but it was enough.

The Doctor had never thought he needed the full support of everyone within the Mandalorian Government, he only needed a handful. The dozen or so men and women whom he'd taken with him today were more than enough for the task that they had set about, and as the panic began to rise they all swooped in. They were diligent, set to purpose, and knew exactly what their role was in all of this. As men and women fled forward into the alleyway the other Mandalorians struck.

Shock collars and stun batons flared, men and women were silenced.

It was fast.

Sel was not here to torture. He was not here to break these people. He was simply here to do what he needed to do. Each life given would be one step forward, each life lost would be a dozen gained. That was his purpose. That was why he was here.

It was why he did what he did.