Several Hours before the attack on Castagne...
Darth Rigor watched the planet below from a grand window in a darkened simplistic throne room lit by red crystal growths. She hadn't put on robes...she had not been into robe wearing in a very long time. She was instead clad in a long, gray gown that stopped at her ankles, though her feet were clad in black boots. She looked at that world, knowing [member="Tarssin Destat"] was on it somewhere.
To her internal disgust, she felt one of her "Rigor Knights" stride towards her, clad in rotted looking armor that looked covered in fungal growth. She had always hated her ability to control and manipulate dead matter. She always had. She always would. Nothing good had ever come of it. Ever.
The Knight telepathically informed her that her cultists, the deep cover ones Tarssin and his intelligence services had never uncovered. Karlie was primed for capture. Rigor had mixed feelings about seeing [member="Karlie Lynn Destat"] again. On the one hand, Rigor wanted to wring her neck for consigning her to Chaos. On the other, Rigor was irritatingly self conscious to the fact that Karlie had every right to do what she did, whether she had known what the end result would be.
"You can't say I'm not good at family reunions..." a cold, feminine rasp echoed behind her.
The curly haired blond woman with perfect golden skin scowled at her benefactor, the one who had brought her spirit back and given it a new body, albeit one whose very skin rendered Rigor one step above that of a slave to the creature smiling at her sweetly and faux-innocently, wearing a catsuit that was
clearly signs of a cyberpunk fetish, almost flesh colored, but white at the arms and legs.
The Amalgam, hands folded behind her back, took a short few steps forward, that same, arrogant smirk that had made Rigor want to punch her in the face at first sight still on there.
"Me and Karlie aren't family..." Rigor clarified coldly, face getting stern. "I signed
that away after killing my first daughter and taking her body. I am not the family of anyone."
The Amalgam sneered at this, having begun to spot Rigor's insecurities and doubts, the hidden guilt complex. She lacked that where her own daughters were concerned. This sentiment would prove detrimental as time passed.
"Fine, cling to your guilt complex, if you must..." The Amalgam replied wistfully, watching the planet below with Rigor. "Your clone, is it in place?"
"Yes. It won't last long. About twenty four hours. More than enough time to do what we need." Rigor answered, almost dismissing the question out of hand. "I know my work like Karlie knows hers..."
"How interesting that you are still on a first name basis..." The Amalgam jabbed, not resisting an opportunity to mentally kick her slave at every turn. She enjoyed this kind of obedience. It filled her with warm, fuzzy, tyrannical feelings. And hot sauce.
The Amalgam handed her a datapad. It was a list of Karlie's schedule. The lawyer of the target that The Amalgam was really after, Nine Lives, was on the surface with Karlie at the moment. At this point, Rigor didn't have to make too many guesses as to why. She hoped that mental blocker was still holding up, the one she had used to make Karlie avoid sex, not just because the lack of bonds with others made it easier to control her, but also for the sake of just messing with her head. (Hey, she had to get SOME kind of payback) Ah, the numerous joys of back up/retroactive trolling.
Rigor didn't want Karlie dead. She just needed her up here long enough to analyse her body while her clone provided a distraction for the CIS by mindlessly assaulting Tarssin's capital (There was also an element of payback to this, despite knowing he had every right to kill her to protect his daughter.)
She didn't actually want the capital, or the planet. Tarssin could keep both. She had long since grown past wanting to conquer a planet. She wouldn't even know what to do with one at this point. Karlie was all that mattered...
As well as whatever the Amalgam was after...
"Let's go get your blood. My clone will take things from here..."
At this the clone stepped forward from the shadows. Unlike Rigor, who had clearly aged, the clone was much closer to Karlie in age and therefore greatly resembled Karlie herself, albeit one pale and twisted by the darkness, eyes almost moldy with sulphur. She had been a rush job. She would keep it together, give the CIS a beating, but only for about a day. Clone madness would likely develop eight hours before that.
Rigor had used implants to keep the clone from turning on her, leashing her as she herself was leashed by The Amalgam, Rigor felt bad about that but seeing as how the Clone's life, short and messy as it would be, would not even exist without her, she did not feel as bad as most would have.
The Clone, stern faced and menacing, only smiled, the implants giving the Clone the controlled delusion that it was the one actually under control.
"Go, my minions," the clone hissed. "Conquer in the name of Rigor..."
The Amalgam snickered. "Oh my gods that was so awful! Tell me you didn't actually
speak like a B-Holo villain.
"Yes, unfortunately..." Rigor admitted. "I was young. I was kinda new to it..."
"You are a nerd. A
pathetic nerd." The Amalgam joked as the dark haired woman with dead purple eyes followed Rigor out of the throne room to prepare, while the Clone, controlled by a combination of implants as well as mental firewalls retreated to her throne, signaling the Rigor knights and minions under its command:
"Bring. Me.
Karlie..."
Three hours later...
Wearing: Regenerative Dress
Armed with: Legal Tender (Combat pistol)
Law Abroad (
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/144317-law-abroad/)
Vera had been having such a good day.
First, she had arrived on Castagne to follow up on what Nine's investigation had uncovered about Karlie's mother, Darth Rigor. This had had the bonus of being around Karlie (She had packed a few "outfits" from her apartment on Azterri in case they got ANY alone time).
And it really had been a good day. The investigation into Rigor had been taking them into the palace itself, as there was a hidden lab that had been discovered there. Helping Karlie figure out how to finally kill someone who was already dead was an interesting challenge for the organic assassin droid. And while she had explored the palace she had gotten an idea of just how mysterious Karlie really was.
Vera herself wasn't a mystery. She was a killer who liked killing. Not many knew that...she had kept that a deep dark secret, even from Karlie, her design allowing her to operate as both a legitimate business woman and a vicious, psychopathic mercenary on the Confederacy payroll.
Unfortunately her design came with catches. She was near helpless in her lawyer guise. That was what had made it so easy for all those cultists that had appeared in the lab they were studying in to get the drop on her, taking Karlie while she had been buried under rubble when the lunatics released a grenade to try and kill her. The underlay in her business wear had only barely fixed the damage she had suffered before the palace guards that were actually loyal to Tarssin had dug her free.
But they had Karlie, and having the cute blonde taken from her had infuriated the artificial vampire in a way she had never been infuriated before. Taking the next four hours to switch to her mercenary guise, that of a red haired Chiss named Rom-Jin, clad in matching white dress, gloves and boots, and be on the first transport with the CIS to Heretic Station once it had been found. Her sister Magnus had flown the frieghter through the station defenses after scrambling for ammo and a last minute plan to find Karlie by any means necessary. Vera did not fully understand what was prompting her to go all in, but Karlie's scared face as they took her had given the biot all the motivation she would need.
"Hey, Sis! Mom's parking the ship above Castagne's orbit, right underneath Heretic!" Magnus, the pale skinned, red headed combat droid called out.
Vera watched from a view port while sharpening her katana as the Cruiser, sinister, gothic, and ancient, manuvered slowly underneath the great, spider shaped space station that was black against Castagne's sun. Vera guessed it was an attempt to block some of the pylons from hitting the surface--and the station was near constantly launching them...
Vera was beside herself with cold fury as the frieghter set down in the landing area [member="Kurenai Yumi"] had cleared aboard the station and Magnus wished her luck. Vera didn't need luck. She had rage.
As Vera stepped off the vessel, Katana in hand, she beheld the dark majesty of the station interior. The architecture was black, glassy like obsidian, with support columns and bloody red runeson seemingly every surface. Vera hefted her all white Katana, now red eyes glaring at the droids Kurenai had dispatched as she wordlessly headed past the wounded to catch up to Kurenai.
"I have been sent by Nine Lives with a special mandate to rescue Viceroy Destat's daughter. She is being held aboard this station, likely with Rigor herself..." Vera explained in a somewhat deep yet sinister voice. No doubt Kurenai's senses would pick up that there was nothing natural about Vera. But this was not the identity for concealing what she was. This was the identity for letting it out...
And with the cold fury racing through her artificial heart, the thought that Karlie might be dead or worse, causing her processors to heat as she tried to contemplate a reality where Karlie was no longer present...
This was unacceptable. And it made Vera realize she could not leave anything to chance.
"I could use the help..." the biot said, eager to get underway. Her arrogance and vanity would normally have never permitted her to ask for help but for Karlie, Vera would swallow her pride.
There was a banging from a door ahead. It soon blasted open and dozens of tall disgusting Rigor Knights slowly marched to them, followed by a gang of Rigor's red-robed cultists, the same who had kidnapped Karlie.
With a snarl of homicidal fury, the Biot's reflexes kicked in and she rushed them, a viciously fast speed allowing her to score two blows in on the first knights that got in range, and slicing through a few cultists as well, deflecting return blows, her psychotic fury starting to push them all back as her sword attacks seemed to come from everywhere...
She would reach Karlie, and she would kill anyone that dared defy the CIS or stood in her way in the process.
Vera's face had that classic grin of a slasher villain as she disembowled another cultist, hacking into warm bodies, letting the vampire come out, her bisecting a knight, decapitating a cultist and drinking the blood that spurted like a water fountain, showering her white dress and blue skin in red (GLORY KILL!!!), gore and pieces of flesh, both healthy and long decayed fell to the ground behind her as she began shooting at her attackers.
Don't worry, Karlie. Your devil is here... the biot thought, as she bit into the neck of a cultist after driving the initial party into retreat, suffering only a few wounds on her abdomen, which bled white.(Strawman kill: 10 XP)
