Tegaea Alcori
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[member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Kaida Taldir"] | [member="Coryth Elaris"] | [member="Callista Gseran"]
Suddenly…assassins!
Tegaea had been watching the duel intently, but once Tarissa had triumphed – with just the amount of suffering she deserved – she had turned away. She did not have the Force, but she did have a sense of danger and even now reflexes which could help her.
It was a flicker of movement in a polished brass ornament, fast, arm raised.
Without thinking she threw herself forward from her couch and the knife tore into the cushion where her head had been.
Rolling up, she saw more enemies were attacking her friends. They could deal with it though, she was the one who had the most to worry about.
With a yank she pulled her hold-out bolter from its chain around her neck, clicked it to ready, and as the assassin leapt over the couch she fired. Buckshot…buckshot she preferred because accuracy was less important. In this case, just like a certain Sith assassin before, the Qadiri killer caught a face full of metal pellets and fell to the ground, screaming.
Tegaea plucked the knife from the woman and brought it up under the chin to permanently cut off the screaming.
More assassins were coming though, as Angelii, loyalist Qadiri and newly arrived Kaida joined the fray.
One more of the assassins came at her, producing a crossbow and taking aim. Tegaea, her bolt pistol foolishly discarded with Chesna, had no ranged weapon. The Qadiri took aim, sneering at her from behind a mask.
Tegaea thought quickly and hauled the now dead and dripping body of the assassin up as a shield just as the living assassin fired. The bolt struck the meatshield rather than Tegaea, and she dropped the corpse and attacked.
It had been a while since she’d used a knife this close, and the Qadiri was certainly faster, but she’d not been around the galaxy as much as Tegaea, or have her strength. Taking several glancing tears in her dress, Tegaea scooped up and smacked the assassin with a bloodstained cushion. A pillow fight in very real and dangerous situations. The second long distraction was all she needed to drive her knife up into the assassin’s body, under her ribs. The way to a woman’s heart was evidently through her stomach!
“Mistress!” She turned and caught the bolter Chesna had tossed to her. This was more like it. When a Qadiri assassin with a sword came at her she imitated the single best moment in cinematic history, and blew them away.
The battle was over soon after. More loyalist troops appeared and reinforcements from elsewhere joined in too.
“Chesna, get Semiramis to go out onto the balcony and reassure the people. Kaida, can you please get some gunships into the air to watch for any more threats. Coci, Callista, look after the wounded on our side. Where’s Coryth? Ah, good. Get her an evac shuttle if she needs one.”
Suddenly…assassins!
Tegaea had been watching the duel intently, but once Tarissa had triumphed – with just the amount of suffering she deserved – she had turned away. She did not have the Force, but she did have a sense of danger and even now reflexes which could help her.
It was a flicker of movement in a polished brass ornament, fast, arm raised.
Without thinking she threw herself forward from her couch and the knife tore into the cushion where her head had been.
Rolling up, she saw more enemies were attacking her friends. They could deal with it though, she was the one who had the most to worry about.
With a yank she pulled her hold-out bolter from its chain around her neck, clicked it to ready, and as the assassin leapt over the couch she fired. Buckshot…buckshot she preferred because accuracy was less important. In this case, just like a certain Sith assassin before, the Qadiri killer caught a face full of metal pellets and fell to the ground, screaming.
Tegaea plucked the knife from the woman and brought it up under the chin to permanently cut off the screaming.
More assassins were coming though, as Angelii, loyalist Qadiri and newly arrived Kaida joined the fray.
One more of the assassins came at her, producing a crossbow and taking aim. Tegaea, her bolt pistol foolishly discarded with Chesna, had no ranged weapon. The Qadiri took aim, sneering at her from behind a mask.
Tegaea thought quickly and hauled the now dead and dripping body of the assassin up as a shield just as the living assassin fired. The bolt struck the meatshield rather than Tegaea, and she dropped the corpse and attacked.
It had been a while since she’d used a knife this close, and the Qadiri was certainly faster, but she’d not been around the galaxy as much as Tegaea, or have her strength. Taking several glancing tears in her dress, Tegaea scooped up and smacked the assassin with a bloodstained cushion. A pillow fight in very real and dangerous situations. The second long distraction was all she needed to drive her knife up into the assassin’s body, under her ribs. The way to a woman’s heart was evidently through her stomach!
“Mistress!” She turned and caught the bolter Chesna had tossed to her. This was more like it. When a Qadiri assassin with a sword came at her she imitated the single best moment in cinematic history, and blew them away.
The battle was over soon after. More loyalist troops appeared and reinforcements from elsewhere joined in too.
“Chesna, get Semiramis to go out onto the balcony and reassure the people. Kaida, can you please get some gunships into the air to watch for any more threats. Coci, Callista, look after the wounded on our side. Where’s Coryth? Ah, good. Get her an evac shuttle if she needs one.”