From Heat To Fire

[Vyse de Valorous]

It was a hot day as every on the sun burnt world of Tatooine as [member="Scherezade deWinter"] roamed Mos Eisley for her own reasons. However, whatever plans they had were about to drastically change. A Hutt having gotten wind of her arrival had instantly dispatched several squads of his mercenaries to try and kill or capture the force user.

As she casually walked, they sprinted across the city trying to find her. The last squad sent was far more prepared then their comrades, their allies being sent as sacrificial pawns to location her. Among this squad was Vyse Valorous. Having proved himself a more competent fighter to his boss, he was given the "honor" of hunting a fairly strong force user.

He and his quickly put together squad was made up of the Hutt's more skilled and better armored fighters, totaling 10 they had besides your average heavy duty blasters the one thing that would likely hold a chance. An Electrified net gun intended to surprise her while most of the squad distracted. Vyse himself had been given one of the heavy duty blasters, keeping a Vibro dagger as a last ditched defense should she get into melee range.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

[member="Vyse Valorous"]​

Scherezade was casually strolling through Mos Eisly, pretending to not have a single care in the world. Or 'verse. It was the first time in over a year that she could go to the planet upon which her grandmother had been born, and not be hunted down. Or at least, not be openly hunted down. Although Tatooine now belonged to the Confederacy, and she was considered Confederate, actually being here had not been safe for her in a long, long time.

I suppose that's what happens when you not only kill a Hutt Boss, but make a party of it; it had been over a year since that day, when she'd discovered he had her mother's lightwhip in his possession. A relic that was over seven hundred years old, what was supposed to be a decent exchange between like minded potential villains had turned into a Hutt trying to take her as a dancing slave girl. Scherezade was having none of that and she'd slayed him, cutting his fatass body open with her own lightsaber before pulling out inner organs so she'd have place to dance inside of him.

A few people who'd seen the footage had vomited.

But either way, she'd come out of that day wielding a Hutt's tail, her mother's lightwhip, and a bunch of icky gunk that had took hours to remove from her hair. All in all, it had been a bloody good day.

But of course, it meant that every day since, every single visit to Tatooine, meant that she was being followed. Apparently some people didn't like having a Hutt Boss killed in such a way, clones made from his tail's DNA used to terrorize Tatooine itself also being a no-no. Most of the groups, she'd dispatched of quite efficiently. A few of them saw their bodies returning in bits and pieces over the course of weeks if she managed to discover where they lived.

And at last, came today. Today, she was certain that she was being followed as well. The complete lack of hints was what had given her the hint. There was no way they'd just given up. That would've been so anti-climactic. And insulting. Super insulting, even!

At last, the Blood Hound chose a chair under a giant umbrella that would keep her shaded from the sun, and sat on it, prepping her heavily booted feet on the table. A friendly smile decorated her face. If they weren't going to show, she was going to have to be much more brutal about killing them.

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

Vyse and his squad remained at their position as the intense heat beat down upon them, Waiting for a signal. For awhile there was nothing, they had nothing to do but get anxious. Vyse himself finding it hard to keep his composure under the heat and wait of having to face one of the deadliest things in the Galaxy. He'd glance around at his comrades, finding they were in a similar state before being interrupted by a voice on the radio.

"Target located. Advancing now- It suddenly going dead. Vyse looking towards the sound of the blaster fire before another blare on the radio. "NO! STAY BACK- Before it as well was cut off. Vyse and his comrades rushed towards the sounds of the blasters though the streets, shoving anyone in their path out of their way. [member="Scherezade deWinter"] Herself depending on what actually transpired likely having a live radio feed for all the squads heading towards her

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

[member="Vyse Valorous"]​

To be fair, the sounds of the blasters had not come from her at all. Scherezade didn't use blasters; her weapons of choice were blades, and for the rare times in which she echoes firearms, it was slugs filled with acid glitter that she used.

But when the goons attacked, and they of course had blasters, she had to respond.

They had thought to catch her unawares, but they had not. Instead, she flipped the table onto the side and ducked behind it, that fraction of a second giving her enough time to count those who were not covering their presence from her sight. Six knives slid from her body and flew towards them, knowing exactly where to plant the pointy end; some with exposed skin, others with weak spots in the armor since she recognized them.

Soon as they were dispatched of, her knives came back to her and she placed them back where they belonged. More people were coming now. Scherezade spread forward via Force Sense. Not enough though to know who was another enemy, who was an opportunities, and who happened to be caught up in the fire.

Rising from behind the table, the Sithling held a lightsaber in every hand, and ignited them.

"Are you guys sure you want to do this?" she asked those who were there, motioning with her chin to the corpses on the ground, "are you guys really sure?"

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

The squad arrived finding the thugs that had found her already bleeding out on the ground, dead or dying. They instantly failed to heed Scherezade deWinter warnings, for now fearing their boss far more then any force user. Half opening fire as soon as her words left her lips, Their heavy blasters firing rapidly as the went to spread out and find cover, and hopefully pin her, clearly not having had the pleasure of surviving a combat with a force user.

Vyse himself stayed at the back of the band and rushing to get behind a hover car, having a good feeling about it and following it, such feelings working out for him at a extraneously high amount of times. The one with the net taking cover next to him, waiting for his moment to shin once she got close enough.

Vyse kept calm despite the deaths of his comrades. To be frank he knew they were dead meat, he was still cautious as why he rushed to the back. But he remained with a level head dispute the adrenaline pumping into him, popping just barely above the car to take a few shots and duck behind again in short order.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Vyse de Valorous​

Well that hadn't worked. It was a shame, once you actually thought about it. She'd given so many warnings in her short life, just before people died. But people insisted on not listening, so people died. Not something she cared about most days, but right now there was really something else she was supposed to be doing.

The heavy blasters fired at her, but she could only assume the shooters had little experience in dealing with armor that was actually resistant to it. The green stretchy fabric that hugged her body like a glove had been designed and worked on for such situations, letting the woman walk almost completely unmolested forward, the sabers in her hands glowing, matching the glow of her eyes.

She walked forward, her arms moving as she tore and broke things apart with the lightsabers, tables, chairs, and people included. Around her, fifteen blades floated in a fan before separating, each pointy end now comfortably aimed at another grunt that she had every intention of stabbing to death.

And as the slaughter continued, Scherzade hummed a little lullaby, her entire body working with the agility of a dancer as she slowly was making her way towards where Vyse de Valorous was hiding.

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

Scherezade deWinter

To say the soldiers were shocked would be an understatement, as she walked forward not even needing to dodge but simple absorb every shot was something none of them had ever seen. The closest ones continuing an endless steam of fire before easily being cut down. A few of his nearest comrades quickly joining him as bits on the floor.

The remaining ones that had found cover kept up the steam of fire, until they saw something that caused them all to pause, her blades separating into 15. At such a sight, they lost even the faintest hope of victory. Each one fleeing for their lives, abandoning their cover and senses as they simply ran as fast as their feet could carry them, consumed by panic they failed to realize that by leaving their cover they announced their position and left any form of protection from such an incoming attack.

Vyse himself was horrified by the sight, mouth hanging ajar as his comrade next to him fled for his life, Vyse then had the strongest gut feeling of his life, he needed to get down and thus he did while his comrades ran. Panting, fear griping him as he realized his life was very well at risk. He quickly took in his surroundings, he was stuck behind a car, there was little room else where to go as he looked around. Settling to get on the opposite end of the car then her, hopefully if he kept hiding behind it she would simply miss him. He composed himself and started to crawl to what he saw his only hope of getting out of here alive.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Vyse de Valorous​

They were not accustomed to dealing with a Force User. That much was clear. Yet even among Force Users, Scherezade had countless of ways in which she stood out. Her fighting resembles little other combatants had seen, and she always had the blood to lean back on. On some worlds, rumor had it, she had become a monster of legends. Some day, she would have the time to go to these worlds and learn more about the horrible tale of the massacring woman with the glowing eyes.

It didn't take too long before many bodies rolled to the ground. Her blades had done a wonderful job of severing limbs, cutting jugular veins, and stabbing brains by going through the nose and eyes. The expression on the Sithling's face left little place to wonder whether or not she was enjoying it as she continued to hum her lullaby, not stopping until for a moment, it seemed the entire room held its collective breath.

To the naked eye, it looked like everyone was dead.

But Scherezade was a blood hound. She could smell the blood within the bodies of others, and it always had such delicious things to tell her. For instance, it told her that one person, Vyse de Valorous , was still alive. A few more were too, but for them the condition was already temporary in and by itself.

"Boo!" she suddenly jumped, moving herself to block the direction the living man was crawling to, "I smellll youuuuu!"