Everyone Wants What They Have

[Vrak Nashar]

Outer Rim - Facility BA331

"Please. You just take the keycard and go, you don't need to kill me."

Vrak looked down at the little man, lips thin, lightsaber hilt cradled in his fingers. He watched the Guard for a moment, considering his words. The keycard was enough to get him into the facility, but it wouldn't stop anyone from sounding the alarm, specifically if wouldn't stop this one. He frowned for a moment and then peered over his shoulder.

The world this facility was locate don was neither populated nor really thriving. There were a few local villages that the company used for labor, but other than that the planet was mostly abandoned. This was done on purpose to keep the Facility as secret as possible. Anonymity was important to these people, the valuables inside were attractive to more than a few entities within the galaxy, not just himself. The Pureblood frowned for a moment more and then took a step back, looking back at the guard. "Yes I do."

The fingers of his off hand twisted.

There was a loud snap, and then a soft thud as the guard fell back against the wall.

Vrak stepped over towards the now dead Guard, grasping his lapel and slowly pulling him over towards the edge of the landing deck. The cameras that normally watched this area had long since been disabled, the guard having done so before meeting him. A bribe went a long way...especially when you were able to get it back. Slowly the Pureblood pulled the portly man towards the cliffside, then without a single thought tossed him over the side.

He watched the body fall for a moment, and then turned back towards the facility, keycard pulled from a pocket within his robes.

The Pureblood let out a breath beneath his mask, then headed towards the doors.

 

[Sam Rodarch]

Well, that was awkward.

The cameras might have been disabled, but that did not mean that the murder lacked witnesses. Specifically one witness in question. Mjolnir. Although, the only reason that the situation was awkward was due to the fact that the woman had already been planning to kill that guard.

Watching from afar with the aid of cybernetic oculars, the loyal servant couldn't help but feel a smell sense of loss. That was her kill.

Naturally, she hadn't come here just for random murder. The location was a touch too discreet for that kind of simplistic task. It was the research facility that was the point of interest, or rather what was inside. Not that the former-shockboxer was particularly interested in such, but she tried to serve her mistress well and so came a fetch quest.

Which, on the bright side, had become a lot more interesting.

Suddenly, she had less need to skulk. If lobster boy could be throwing bodies off of cliffs without a single klaxon sounding then surely her approach was then safe. Stealth was never her strong point. That was mostly hitting things in the face.

Captain Kill McSteal had a face.

After he had entered the facility, Mjolnir soon followed and given the lack of aforementioned stealth, decided to make her presence very much known. If not in an unorthodox way.

Clang! A durasteel arm slammed repeatedly against the wall beside her as the cyborg stalked into the building. Clang! Should have really gotten a layout of the place. Clang! Oh well. Clang! Hopefully he would come to her.

CLANG!

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[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Sam Rodarch"]

Vrak didn't hear the noise, not at first anyway. The echoing sound was cut off from him as he used his lightsaber to carve through a doorway. He frowned slightly, his ears perking as the echo of the metallic arm struck out within the facility.

It took him half a second longer to slice the lightsaber through the doorway, though by the time he did an alarm was beginning to sound. A curse escaped his lips, the bright crimson of his blade returning to the hilt as he turned and tried to figure out what had sounded the alarm. The Cameras had been disabled, there were no pressure sensors on the door, so why had the alarm gone off? He frowned beneath the mask, and then heard it sound out again.

Clang.

It rung through the entire building. A roaring racket that seemed to echo through the near empty halls. In the distance he heard a scream. His lips thinned. Someone else must have been in the facility, someone else must have...

Clang.

It came again, then again, and then again. The lightsaber swung in the cradle of his fingers for a few moments, his frown deepening as he turned away from the sound and stepped through the hole in the door. It didn't matter who...or what was here, not until he had what he came for anyway. Whatever was making that racket it was coming towards him, that mean he could at least ignore it until it found him. He shifted as he passed through his newly carved doorway, heading directly towards the server room with the echoing clang following right behind him.

 

[Sam Rodarch]

It wasn't really in-keeping with the element of stealth, not really. Or really not at all. Wasn't her style, never was. She was a direct woman, who tended to let most things be dictated by fists. Hell, today they were even her calling card.

Naturally, this attracted attention. Unfortunately, it was not the red-skinned creature that she desired. However, with rage sat at her core, the oncoming guards would at least placate those violent urges that often surged within her. Well, they would have were they not playing things in a logical manner.

“Stop!”

The voice came from around a corner, a voice that was quite wisely taking cover. Frustrating. Now, she wasn't much for being in a fire fight. Nor was she capable of telekinetic magic. So Mjolnir did in fact stop. Staring at the corner intently as the head peered around the corner, weapon drawn.

“Hands in the air!”

She complied, slowly of course to appease nervous sensibilities. It was only then when they saw no weapon in her hands that not one, but two guards rounded the corner to apprehend her. Blaster pistols both trained upon her being.

The surprise came slowly. Mjolnir was a sight to behold at times, at a distance it was even questionable that she was even a woman. When you got closer it was questionable that she was human. The jaw did it. Might have just looked like some rebreather technology from far away. No, solid un-moving jet black metal. It was written plain across their faces.

What is that thing?

Closer. Closer. Just get fething closer. Cybernetic advancements. Cardio-muscular package. Once they were in her range they would be done. Taken by surprise, it wasn't like she strolled in there wearing a tank top that screamed, 'look at my giant metal arms, everybody!'.

Hand snatched out, grabbing one man by the wrist and pulling him towards her as the other instinctively opened fire. Too slow. The first blaster bolt hit the caught guard in the back, the second flying off course and scorching the wall as soon as he realised his mistake and tried to divert his aim.

Instead of choosing to fight however, the second guard ran. Very audibly and frantically requesting back-up. Maybe stealth was the better option, this sounded like a hassle and only the Force knew where the man that she actually sought was.

The first guard that she still clutched like a human shield groaned. Wounded but not dead. An urge swelled within her chest to crush him, to take his head and to slam it against the wall, over and over again. It wasn't a natural urge, yes she had always been a violent woman but not so needlessly cruel. In her want Mjolnir hadn't even realised that she had crushed the bones of his wrist, still holding it with a cybernetic grasp.

She dropped him, choosing not to kill him there and then.

Instead it was back to business. Not going to way the guards had come from, instead the cyborg picked a different route, it would seem logical that the red-skinned man went the way devoid of security. This time her fist crashed against the wall, harder than before.

CLANG!

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[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Sam Rodarch"]

He heard the commotion behind him, how could he not?

The sound of screams and that thundering clang were loud enough that people could hear them on the Forest Moon of Endor. It didn't concern him though, not yet. Whatever was chasing him, whatever had followed him into the facility was clearly after something. He doubted that it was him...mostly because anyone that would have been sent by one of his rivals would have been far more silent. Whatever this...thing coming was it likely had entered the facility to steal from it.

Just like him.

Working under that theory Vrak continued deeper into the Facility, rushing through the halls until he finally found what he was looking for. His lightsaber sliced forward into the door, carving a bright red and orange X into the metal before kicking it hard. The doorway exploded inward, a womans screams echoing as a scientist inside was caught with a piece of shrapnel. Blood squirted out across the wall, though Vrak paid it no attention.

"The schematics for the Prototype." His voice was icy cold. The woman, the one attempting to tend for her fallen comrade looked up at him. She stared at his mask in pure terror, her hand shaking as she slowly pointed towards a terminal in the corner of the room. Vrak smiled and then slowly walked passed the dying duo, stepping up to the terminal and quickly beginning to key in the commands that he needed. A few seconds later a data disk ejected from the bottom of the computer, and slowly he slipped it into his pocket.

He rounded, and then quickly headed back out the door.

"Now." Vrak said to himself. "What's that noise."

He couldn't help but be a little smug as he wandered towards the distant clang.

 

[Sam Rodarch]

A scream.

Going in the right direction then.

There was no need to run. Although there might have should have been some level of urgency regarding the retrieval of the Prototype, Mjolnir didn't feel any strong urge to rush. Perhaps she should have. It was a rather displeasing concept to return to her Mistress empty-handed, and for all she knew the red-skinned man might have intended to make a swift exit.

Clang!

It wasn't long before they finally encountered properly. Face-to-face. Of course, the cyborg already knew that she wanted to close the distance before they even started. So she didn't stop when they met, rather, she kept walking towards him at the same pace.

“I think you have what I want,” the former-shockboxer spoke, her voice tinged with a mechanical echo that came from using a vocabulator.

“I'd ask that you give it to me, but I'm pretty open to fight you for it.”

Really open to fight for it. In fact, the woman was looking forward to that more than actually getting the job done. That was just in her nature, fighting was who she was. Violence incarnate.

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[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Sam Rodarch"]

How interesting, the woman...or more accurately creature was something he'd never seen before. She was a cyborg, that much was clear, though the modifications she carried were more extensive than what Vrak usually saw upon his homeworld. Cybernetics back on Athiss were uncommon, mostly because those that needed them usually ended up dead. The most that one would see would be a replacement of the eye, and even then it would be rare enough.

He smiled slightly.

"Why aren't you interesting." The lightsaber hilt cradled in his fingers shifted slightly, the loose grip becoming just a bit tighter in anticipation of fighting a foe that was likely stronger than him. His thumb flicked forward, the bright crimson blade springing into life with a loud snap-hiss.

"What made you?" Vrak said as he began to step forward. "Why?"

The questions came as he slowly began to draw himself closer to the woman.

Curiosity got the better of him. Cybernetis were something of interest to him, much like everything else that was uncommon back on Athiss. He had no idea who this woman was, nor did he know why she wanted the plans, but perhaps when he had torn off her arms she would be more receptive to his questions.

He would have to see.

 

[Sam Rodarch]

Interesting.

She might have said the same thing to him. The former-shockboxer had not experienced an actual Sith before, of course, she didn't even know that was the name for his species. All she knew was that they were red-skinned creatures with dangling face-protrusions. Hardly attractive, but the cyborg wasn't really one to speak about attractiveness.

The lightsaber was more Mjolnir's concern in this scenario than his opinion. Only one of those things could destroy her, and it likely wasn't the latter.

“None of your fething business.”

The cyborg wasn't sure on the approach. She didn't particularly want to return to her Mistress with less limbs and no prize. However, with naught but fists it seemed like the chance was pretty high. The scenarios ran through her mind. Most of them ended with a flash of red and a lot of pain.

So why not let him strike first?

Raising her fists, she moved onto the balls of her feet. Eyes grinning in the place of her missing lower jaw.

“Show me what you've got.”

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[member="Sam Rodarch"]

"Cute." Vrak said with a smile.

The lightsaber burned and hissed as he slowly lowered the blade, looking at the creature. He was no expert in fighting unarmed opponents, though he had studied the blade for many years it was mostly against other bladesmen. A lightsaber against an unarmed opponent? That seemed almost too easy. He scoffed slightly as the woman jumped into a fighting position, raising her fists and rocking on her heels as she prepared to move.

It was adorable really.

The lightsaber quickly flicked up, but not towards her. The tip of the blade dug into the metal plating in front of him. Sparks immediately flew up and towards the woman's face, super heated metal tossed towards the cyborg.

At the same time Vrak's free hand came up, fingers curling and palm wrenching back as he pulled at he floor beneath the woman. In one quick move he sought to blind, and then force her to stumble towards him, hopefully allowing him to dispatch her quickly.

 

[Sam Rodarch]

Sam Rodarch was a lot of things in this galaxy.

Surly. Rude. Violent. Stubborn. Ugly. Freak.

Notice how cute was not among these things. Naturally the cyborg took a small amount of offense to his comment, but well, they were about to duke it out, so hopefully her frustrations would meet his face in the form of a black and metal fist.

Surprisingly the red creature opted to attack the surroundings and not her. A strange tactic beyond her employ that didn't really make much sense in that split second, well, until the sparks began to spit towards her face.

Instinctively a hand was raised to block her eyes, the other still down and ready to punch much akin to how the woman would have reacted to a punch within the ring. Not all of the sparks were blocked, a few evading her defence and sizzling upon the skin of her brow and cheek.

Unpleasant, needless to say.

Then the floor lurched under her feet, causing the woman to stumble towards her opponent. Instead of resisting her own body's movement she encouraged it, going with the forward momentum with her free right hand (rather blindly) rocketing outwards and around, as she attempted to slam her fist into his side.

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[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Sam Rodarch"]

Vrak lurched to the side, attempting to bypass the woman's fist and move beyond her reach to strike.

The jump from the broken floor propelled her forward a bit faster than he had anticipated however and the strike reached him before he had a chance to move completely out of the way. Her knuckles dug into his ribs, a loud crunch ringing out in the hallway as Vrak found himself pressed and half tossed to the side. The momentum of her strike carried him to the side, half spinning him so that he was orientated right to the left of her. His lips turned down into a snarl.

"You filth!" He bellowed as his hand came down in a strike.

The butt of his lightsaber went soaring for the back of her neck, his side already aching from a broken rib.

Purebloods, at least Vrak, ran on Narcissism. The very idea that she would touch him, much less break a part of him was entirely disgusting to him. Whatever this...thing was He would have to ensure that it did not leave to walk about this incident.

Not now.

His lightsaber hilt soared towards the back of her neck, his knee raising at the same time to strike her in the chest.

 

[Sam Rodarch]

It was always satisfying to punch somebody, even more-so when their bodies crunched and further still when prior to that, they had just called you cute. If the cyborg still actually possessed a functioning mouth then she might have cracked a wild grin in the moment. However as things stood, she did not and just had to express gratification through wild eyes.

Filth.

She'd actually been called that one before. Rodarch filth. Preferable to cute, and much more satisfying in known that she had gotten a rise out of the Sith. Of course, with rage comes retribution, she should have known that better than most.

A solid blow cracked the back of the woman's neck, causing a sharp spasm of pain to resonate through her body and causing her to double over, right in time to meet a solid knee to the chest to halt that downwards momentum with a hard strike.

It hurt. Getting hit tended to hurt. However, given that this was the only thing that Mjolnir knew, she was still capable of rolling with the punches.

As the knee struck, the woman attempted to catch the offending leg with both cybernetic arms in a tight hug. Awkward at the angle, even more-so as the momentum of his strike was sending her torso back upwards but if she managed to get a solid enough grip, she would have attempted to toss the red man by the leg into the wall to the right of them.

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[member="Sam Rodarch"]

It was an attempt that would succeed.

Though Vrak was by any definition a decent saber duelist, he wasn't quite used to combat that had to deal with grappling ones foes. The idea of grasping someone and throwing them was foreign to him, and as The Cyborg threw him against the wall he couldn't help but be slightly confused.

Vrak slammed against the wall with a loud crash, denting the thin durasteel lining of the facility as his lungs had the air forced from them.

He shirked slightly, then bucked back as he fell to the ground with a muted thus. His teeth grit together, pain illustrating on his face as he shifted and threw up his free hand. ”DIE!”

The command was not very artful or indeed clever, but as the crackle of lightning swept over his fingertips it seemed more relevant than anything else he could have said.

 

[Sam Rodarch]

Now that was a good sound.

Had to hurt though. Good. Were her arms organic then she might have felt the reverbaration of the man's body crashing into the metal wall, although if they were she likely wouldn't have been able to throw him as hard. Sometimes you've just got to take your small victories.

Especially when fighting Sith.

She hadn't expected it. Certainly didn't know how to defend against it. Rather worrying when you had just been told to die.

The lightning arced towards her, the cyborg, the large conductor. The woman couldn't avoid it, didn't know what to do to stop it. She dealt with fists, and sometimes feet. Not lightsabers and lightning. There was pain, like burning except it spread across her entire body. She screamed, but it was soon silenced as the cybernetic enhancements within her struggled to cope with the sudden barrage of electricity.

Arms. Heart. Lungs. Eyes. Voice.

A few of those were quite vital. Mechanical tick of her heart becoming irregular, lungs falling into electrical spasm, vision glitched. She dropped to her knees. Was this how it ended?

Upon reflection she would have been glad for all the noise she made, as three guards suddenly turned the corner. They didn't bother with protocol, there was no demanding that anybody freeze. They saw a red man electrocuting a cyborg and they open fired.

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[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Sam Rodarch"]

His hand closed in an instant, the crackle of lightning ceased and the Pureblood pulled back.

He was still on the ground, so by the time the Guards opened fore Vrak had to pull himself up and away from the blasts. His fingers tightened on the lightsaber as he bounded up and to the side.

The crimson blade bounded back and forth, reflecting several bolts against the wall and floor before Vrak managed to dance backwards.

His free hand swept up and over the cyborg.

The woman would feel a sudden lurch as she was tossed towards the guards.