Employment [Scar'a]

[Ashalah Ky]

The heels of the young girl's thick brown boots tapped along at an even rhythm as she approached the throne of [member="Scar'a The Hutt"] in his private headquarters. She had to admit that the thought of working for him excited her; his reputation proceeded him. Also, Ashalah was usually hired by Sempra, so it was exciting that someone new would choose to employ her. Still, she would not let her excitement show as to remain professional.

The Togrutan was wearing her normal attire of black and purple, but she was not wearing her cloak to show that she wasn't hiding anything. Her vibroblade and blaster were visible on her right hip, but they would not be used today unless Scar'a asked.

Upon arrival to the throne, Ashalah immediately dropped to one knee, her head dipped in respect. "H'chu apenkee, wonky Scar'a. My pee kasa Ashalah Ky. Haku sa do waba che je?"

"Greetings, mighty Scar'a. My name is Ashalah Ky. What is your wish for me?"

 

[Bigkz42]

[member="Ashalah Ky"] strode through the halls of the Bartet palace, home of the gargantuan Hutt known simply as Scar'a to most. Here in his stronghold the Hutt employed a startling number of obvious guardsmen, startling in how few of them existed. A lone pair stood at the main entrance, a second pair as one entered his throne room and one man at his side. The hallways were fairly empty, a handful of servants here and there, a small group of guests sitting in an alcove talking quietly. Grand tapestries hung along the walls and a plush carpet run down the center of each hallway, distorting the sound of Ashalah's steps and basking the palace into near silence. What lighting there was, was spaced far apart, casting long shadows and leaving some areas in total darkness. An ominous place. A place of stillness and muted sounds. Yet with every stride the Togrutan knew she was not alone. Figures moved in the deep gloom, boot heels scuffed the stone floors along the edge of the hall, a near inaudible sound. The uncanny extra sensory ability of her species helped her pinpoint some as the figures darted from shadow to shadow. She couldn't be certain, only hazard a guess at how many moved with her, just out of sight. A dozen or more different things following her every step, tracking her progress, matching her pace.

As the young woman passed into Scar'a's throne room the ambiance changed dramatically. Riotous colors splashed the walls from hidden light fixtures. Soft music drifted in the air and Scar'a's minions spoke to one another in exuberant voices. The massive Hutt lay sprawled across a hover sled, his own bulk had robbed him of the ability to move under his own power long ago. Even now as a potential new agent entered his presence for the first time, Scar'a was eating. Dripping globs of some unidentifiable substance were dropped into his cavernous maw, his lips smacking wetly as he swallowed his meal. The woman before him knelt humbly and introduced herself in a most pleasing manner. The great Hutt smiled down at the lovely youth, "See there Renneth the morsel knows her place. Stand up Ashalah, let us see you hmm?"

 

[Ashalah Ky]

As Ashalah made her way through the long hallway, she felt herself being followed, being watched. She kept her pace strong, but couldn't help feeling nervous. It was mainly a buildup of anticipation that had her on edge, not knowing if the things hiding in the long darkness of the largely spaced lighting would jump or not. Through her montrails, she could feel every step they took. She knew their size too. Most of them were the size of womp rats. Maybe they were the rats. The woman didn't know, but she did know that none made the move to attack. She almost let out an audible sigh of relief when she entered the much brighter throne room of [member="Scar'a The Hutt"].

After kneeling, her chin down so she could stare at the carpet in respect, she was given the order to stand. At the command, Ashalah got to her feet, moving with purpose but not rushing. The 'morsel' would then automatically assume the guard position; feet shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind her back, back straight, chin raised slightly. Such a proud stance for a proud servant to the Hutts such as herself.

 

[Bigkz42]

The bulbous Hutt laughed, his entire body wavered and rippled as his deep voice boomed through the room. "Such obedience. Silent too. I like this one. Renneth test her. Be gentle with her, I may keep her none the less."

The lone gaurd, a large figure wrapped in black armor nodded to his master before turning toward the young Togrutan. With his first step forward the trench coat he wore fell to the floor. The guard was enormous, well more than six feet tall and easily two hundred and fifty pounds. His right arm was exposed, blue skin showed at his shoulder but, from mid-bicep down was a cybernetic limb of solid durasteel. His voice hissed through his helmet's speakers, "Defend yourself. Draw a weapon and the game changes. Do you understand girl?"

He only gave the young Togrutan a moment to process what was happening before his terrible right hand snapped out grasping at one of her lekku.

[member="Ashalah Ky"]

 

[Ashalah Ky]

[SIZE=9pt]Silent. [member="Scar'a The Hutt"] thought she was the soft-spoken type. She almost burst out laughing if it was not for the mood, as thick as fog in the air. The thought of him keeping her didn't faze her as much as it would a normal person, but that came with her life. Being passed from one Hutt to the next for their dirty work. Currently, she was employed with [member="Sempra the Hutt"], and quite happy there. However, nothing was really keeping her there other than credits. And...one person. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The lone guard stepped forward, shedding his trench coat to reveal his figure. Large, burly, a walking tank. Ash knew his type. Types like these had strength, but usually lacked in speed, which Ash had. As his hand reached for her lekku, she brought her right hand up to block his grab with the heel of her hand. "Oh no you don't." When her hand made contact with his to push it away, she would duck and slide, skidding between his legs. As she did so, she was so tempted to draw her vibroblade, but his voice echoed in her head. The game would change. No, the assassin could do this without her weapons. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]When she popped up behind him, she would raise her fists in a defensive stance. She had been in many fights, a few like these. Brawls between Cartel members in a show of strength. Now, this was a show of skill. If Ash could out-maneuver him, the tides would turn in her favour. So her hands were raised, prepared to block or retaliate. She almost knew his next moves; he would most likely turn to face her. As he did so, she would move around him, always in his peripheral vision so he would have to keep turning to have her in his sights. [/SIZE]

 

[Bigkz42]

A tank, too true. Heavily muscled and siege tower tall, Renneth wasn't swift by most accounts. The youth slapped his hand away and vanished between his legs. He pivoted to his right, the girl moved with him just out of reach. No slouch when it came to close combat, Renneth didn't let the girl stay behind him long. With a faint right he spun left, dropping low as he moved. His tree trunk of a leg swept out in an attempt to take the woman's legs out.

From his hover sled Scar'a laughed, clapping his hands at the display. "Very nice. Keep the brute moving little one. He will tire."

[member="Ashalah Ky"]

 

[Ashalah Ky]

The towering mass of man moved right and Ash moved with him, but as he moved, Ash felt a shiver through the air. He was moving left now and dropping down. The natural abilities of her species was ever so handy in moments like these. She sensed his turn, his drop, his leg moving out. She jumped, letting his leg sail under her. When it was just below her, she dropped before springing back up, using his leg as a dismount. Her hands went to his shoulder, the agile fighter moving up and over the tank's body. As she went, she bent her knee, smashing it into the visor of his helmet.

She landed behind him, immediately pivoting around to deliver a sharp kick to the small of his back. Even if it was ineffective due to the armour, he should feel it. She would land another kick, this time lower to land a blow beneath the back plate. When he turned to face her again, she would go right back into her defensive stance. "You done playing games, big guy?" She let a smile appear on her ashen grey lips, humour in her tone. When he turned, no matter the direction, she would move around his left side until they were facing each other.

[member="Scar'a The Hutt"]

 

[Bigkz42]

Quick as a serpent the Togrutan landed blow after blow on Renneth. Knee strike to the visor, a grunt in reply. Twin kicks to the back, a grunt in reply. The brute spun back to face the young woman, already on the move and with no visible change in his condition. A plan taking shape in the big man's mind. Oh the girl was fast, but how predictable was she? "I'm just getting warmed up girl."

He advanced again, his right hand snapping out in a jab. His left not far behind, a second jab. Each aimed at her chin. He didn't wait for her to dodge as she had before, he was already spinning away his left leg sweeping up in a roundhouse that would connect with her midsection if she stood still.

Scar'a continued to eat, watching intently. His booming voice filled the chamber, "I knew I liked her. See her speed. Ha! Where are my blossoms eh? They must see the young one!"

[member="Ashalah Ky"]

 

[Ashalah Ky]

((sorry for the wait))

His right hand jabbed out and Ash blocked it, taking a few steps back as he advanced on her. His second hand flew into another jab, hitting her square in the jaw. She stumbled back, rubbing her sore bone. That would leave a mark in the morning. Her montrails felt him spinning, his leg lifting up into a spin. She dropped, feeling his leg pass over her head as she also rotated into a spin. Her leg swung around to take out his one left grounded. Whether it knocked him over or not, she would spring up. Her foot landing on his thigh, the extra point of contact would give her another boost higher. Her other leg would shoot out to kick him under the chin. Then she would drop back down and prepare for the next bout of fighting.

 

[Bigkz42]

Renneth smiled beneath his helmet as his second punch connected, jarring the woman back. Everything went to chit after that. The young Togrutan and her superior speed dropped beneath his tree trunk leg as she kicked his anchoring foot out from under him. If the fall wasn't bad enough, her boot clipped his chin as he fell. He landed with a heavy grunt, jaw aching and pride wounded.

From his throne Scar'a loosed another thunderous laugh. "Bravo little one! Do not let up now. Finish the brute before he recovers."

[member="Ashalah Ky"] and her extraordinary extra sense became aware of the two figures entering Scar'a's throne room nearly instantaneously. The two were of similar height and weight, near identical humanoids. She had no trouble tracking their progress, eerie as it was. The two mirrored one another perfectly. As one stepped with the left foot, the other stepped with the right.

Before Ash could investigate the odd dio any further, Renneth began to rise. His legs windmilled through the air, preventing the Togrutan from closing in without risking serious injury. The momentum of his movement carrying the big warrior to his knees. Slowly he stood, arms up in front on him defensively.