I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife [OPEN]

[Anastasia Rade]

She had been told by her former therapist that it would be good to go to a support group. Ana could meet others like her, hear their story and share hers. The young woman at first hated this idea as she wasn't too keen on airing out her dirty laundry to the galaxy. She was doing just fine or at least she told herself she was.

The diary she kept helped a bit and made her realize that her therapist wasn't full of it. Writing out her feelings did help her come to terms with things so she decided to go to this support group. Ana felt it could further assist her in moving towards a bright future.

Gulping Ana slowly walked into the room she had been told was where the trama support group meeting was to be held. As she entered the room she saw several individuals already there sitting together and chatting. The chairs were arranged in a circle which she assumed made it easier for them to share their stories.

Taking a seat Ana waited for the meeting to begin as others began to stream in.

 

[Oka Osaa]

Oka has no mental issues, at least he thinks that. But he came to this "meeting" to get stuff off his head. He wasn't sure what kind of meeting this was specifically but he came anyway. I mean, why not? Most of the time, if you try and get stuff off your head, you just put more stuff on your head. As he walked into the room and sat down in a seat by a couple people, one that was a woman, he sighed. Not because of boredom, because of the stories he was about to hear. He wasn't a person that judged but you never know what people might say.

[member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Broorn Sabor]

"No, I ain't goin' in!" He snarled to himself, stalking back and forth outside of the entrance to the room where the meeting was going to begin. Finally, he grunted, looked from side to side, and when he was certain no one was looking in his general direction, removed a flask of liquor and took a swig. He then quickly slid the flask back into his brown trench coat, pushing through the doors and entering the room. Barely even glancing over to the other people who happened to be sitting in the room. He then sat down in the chair furthest away from the other visitors, his gaze glued to the floor.

[member="Oka Osaa"]

@Anatasia Rade

 

[Kraigmiir Hijiin]

At that moment, one Kraigmiir Hijiin, in all her nine feet of glory, stepped in. Well, ducked in. The doorway was not built for people of her size. Luckily the ceiling was a far bit higher, allowing her to stand upright with little issue. Some of her hair (which had just recently started to grow back) did graze the ceiling though. Not that it mattered to her. This would be a good, quiet, relaxing time. Hopefully. Couldn't be any worse than what she went through a century ago. Quietly the Null woman sat down, taking a seat near a corner of the room. Corners were her favorite. Gave her an odd sense of security. That wasn't why she was her, of course. Nah. She was here because of what a rogue Sith had done to her. Just a bit of experimenting, a pinch of torture here and there. Still enough to leave quite a few scars. Enough to make her feel very, very uncomfortable in her regular civilian clothes.

Perhaps this hadn't been the best idea after all.

[member="Oka Osaa"], [member="Anastasia Rade"]​

 

[Onrai]

Counseling was something Circe rarely accepted.

However, in this instance, such was hardly a bother. All she was required to do was to join a support group for her ills. - ills of which included nymphomania, an insatiable addiction to the Dark Side, and attempting to manipulate everyone. She arrived wearing a simple black dress with a halter top, something typical of her days as a Falleen.

"Hi, everyone."

 

[Broorn Sabor]

His gaze remained on the floor. He did not want to be here, but no, his landlord smelled the spice Broorn had happened to be smoking at a certain time, and suggested he go to therapy. Then it was about his alcohol problem, and his anger problems. Hell, Broorn found nothing wrong with drinking alcohol or smoking spice. However, people in the galaxy expected people to be respectable members of society...and Broorn was the opposite of that. Hearing someone begin to speak, he threw up his hand in a brief wave, before quickly throwing it back down.

[member="Enigma"]

@Kraigmirr Hijinn

[member="Oka Osaa"]

[member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Malachite the Shoki]

Why was I even here? What was I getting counseling for? I'm a totally normal man-eating, dark side, alcoholic, pyromaniac... Oh, wait.

Anyway, I walked into a room, full of unfamiliar faces and a couple really unusual people. One of them was nine feet tall, and the other was a very beautiful woman who radiated the dark side like a beacon. I just sat down in between the two, waving my tail in the air and drinking the leftovers of a well-chilled Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster. Sparks flew along the fur on my body at the presence of the three other powerful Force Users, and I let them fly about, making animals and obscene gestures in the air.

"So, what's up?"

@Enigma [member="Kraigmiir Hijiin"] [member="Broorn Sabor"] [member="Oka Osaa"] [member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Ana was here for help with issues surrounding her past. She used to be a slave and Ana was sick of singing the same tale over and over again. This group she hoped would help her build a bridge and get over things. She took a deep breath trying to relax herself as more and more people trickled in. The issue for her was if she could actual pull the trigger and talk about things.

"Hello, I'm Ana."

She didn't know how things went for these things. Was there a moderator or did people just start talking?

"Anyone know how this works?"


[member="Oka Osaa"][member="Broorn Sabor"][member="Kraigmiir Hijiin"]@Enigma@Malachite Avachei

 

[Oka Osaa]

The woman beside him spoke up. Ana? Hmm well Oka wasn't in the mood for talking, although that's why he was here apparently. As others greeted themselves, he used the force to grab a magazine when no one was looking. He concealed his force, simply because these people might be crazy sith. I mean, it might have been clear if they saw his sabers or felt how cold they were due to the permafrost crystals but his cloak blocked view of his belt mostly. And he wasn't about to use his real name if they ask. This galaxy is too big to think you're safe.

[member="Enigma"] [member="Kraigmiir Hijiin"] [member="Broorn Sabor"] [member="Malachite Avachei"] [member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Broorn Sabor]

"Yeah, you talk 'bout your fethin' problems with complete strangers, that don't even acknowledge your karking problems. I shouldn't even be 'ere, man." He then slumped down in his seat, removing his flask of liquor. He didn't care anymore, he functioned off of alcohol. He chugged down some of the liquor before sliding it back into his trench coat, coughing at the burning sensation in his throat and chest. "So, who wants to go fething first?" He asked. You see, Broorn was not attempting to start a brawl or nothing, this was simply how he spoke and he assumed people would understand that.

[member="Oka Osaa"]

[member="Anastasia Rade"]

@Enigma

 

[J3C0]

On the building opposite from the meeting Hall, far above them lay a single man shrouded in a gray cloak. A Chiru Rifle sat nestled in his shoulder, the scope pressed against his visor and giving him a range of visual data. Short, but full breaths went in and out of his mouth, hyperventilation beginning to pour into him. His focus was being honed, the finger laying across the trigger guard of the rifle trembling slightly as he moved to slowly lay it down.

The scope scanned the faces in the meeting hall, watching each one for a second until it landed on his target.

[member="Enigma"].

He paused on her face for a moment, then shifted the scope down to her midsection. With his off hand he checked the magazine in the rifle, securing it and then laying his hand flatly down onto the roof. He smiled slightly, smirking as he felt the resistance of the trigger.

A final breath left his lips, and the rifle steadied.

Ceran squeezed the trigger three times in quick succession. Three Smarttranq filled projectiles shot from the rifle in under a second, the first of the darts breaking through the glass creating a hole for the other two to find their target.

“Go.” Ceran said over the radio seconds after speaking.

[member="Vilaz Munin"].

 

[Vilaz Munin]

His first Bounty Mission that he accompanied someone. He mostly did solo work, but not today. Vilaz and a fellow Hunter both were after the same person that was worth two million credits, and both agreed to help each other out just to make the job easier and was less time consuming. The Rally Master would be covering the ground and recovering the body of the designated target, who's name was Enigma.

He would pretend that he would be a random person that needed counseling, but would just walk in and retrieve the bounty. He was equipped and armed with his personal beskar'gam, a holster containing his dual WESTAR 34 pistols, a Vornskr scattergun, and his crushgaunts. This would draw some suspicion if he was to, literally, join this meeting.

After being inside the complex and standing a few meters from the location of the bounty Vilaz had heard the cue from Ceran. With no hesitation he did a sprint with all his equipment towards the room of the meeting. If the target wasn't neutralized then Vilaz would with such ease.

[member="Ceran Moerelle"] [member="Enigma"]

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

Circe Savan wasn't alone. When was she ever alone? She's got a kid, an almost-ex-wife-thing/former bodyguard, and a dozen or so people who were very fond of her. So it was no surprise that a hulking figure (almost as tall as the Hijiin) followed her in. There were plenty of things Ven could be coming for. Her main excuse was 'extreme paranoia', hence the full set of Caedo of Moeror armor she wore (minus the helmet), and the two lightclubs attached to her belt. On top of all of this was a dusty trench coat. For a moment she paused in the doorway, scanning the inhabitants of the room. After they all passed her 'paranoia test' she went to sit besides her ex. It was then that she felt the familiar 'thud thud' of being shot. Broken glass was thrown into the room.

"And they say I'm crazy for being paranoid?!? Bastards!" She growled, spinning to see who had attacked her. What she found was two darts. One had gotten caught in that nasty coat of hers, and was now holding on to several layers of the fabric for dear life. The second had managed to go right through her armor, piercing the Sithspawn's tough hide. Groaning she quickly yanked it out. It hurt. A lot. "Circe," Ven started to whine, "Are you wanted by a rich nerf herder again? You're going to pay to fix this hole in my suit. Got it?" With another grunt she took up a defensive stance in front of her former lover. They had once had a kid together. Renn'Dar was in Circe's custody. So the Mad Merc, whose odd Alchemized body was slowly processing the drugs, silently vowed to keep her friend alive. At least until she knew that Renn'Dar was safe.

It was cruel of her to only protect her friend because of her son, but it wasn't exactly the first time she had done so.

[member="Enigma"], [member="Ceran Moerelle"], [member="Vilaz Munin"]​

{OOC: Edits made per request, my apologies for the inconvenience.}​

 

[Onrai]

And with that, Circe focused carefully, shrouding herself in the White Current and slipping out. She facepalmed as she walked out, invisible. Soon, she would return to her ship and leave. All she had wanted was to come to this place and get some support from people with issues similar to hers, and she couldn't even do that.

It was ridiculous.

(OOC: I'm out. Thanks for ruining my attempt to write in a perfectly good open thread. Hope you feel fething proud of yourself.)

 

[J3C0]

[member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]

Apparently force users were capable of disappearing into thin air...who knew?

Still, it seemed that their target had left without her friend, rather unkind really, but it left an opportunity for the two hunters. He smirked slightly and immediately picked up the Chiru rifle. In one fluid motion he tossed the rife over his shoulder an across his back, taking a few careful step onto the roof before stretching himself slightly.

“Vilaz! Go for the other woman, she's a link!” If they could capture the other woman, they could get their target.

Ceran had seen the two converse, and the defensive posture that she had taken around Enigma told him that the two knew each other. Now they just had to take the woman without any of the other people in the room interfering. He frowned slightly, then took a few more steps back.

Suddenly Ceran sprinted forward.

He jumped from the edge of the building, soaring through the gap between the buildings until with a solid thud he landed on the opposite roof, coming to a stop with a roll. “Be there in 30 seconds.”

 

[Vilaz Munin]

After from sprinting towards the room where the target was at he finally arrived at the room that contained some people who were going to reveal their lives and other dark secrets that could relate to the others. From his emotionless T-Visor he looked around the room quick and carefully to find their bounty. But she was not there. Weird. And he never came across the woman when he was running down the hallway. Interesting that Force Users could now disappear and join the thin air that surrounded everyone. Very interesting.

He didn't bother to ask his partner where the target was at. The Mandalorian would ask him when they met with each other at the rendezvous point. For now, he received orders of neutralizing a woman in the room. From looking at all the people who came to this meeting the Rally Master assumed it was the woman who was standing up, but in a defensive stance. If the Bounty Hunter was this woman he would run for his life or take cover, not be in a defensive stance facing the broken window.

"You better be somewhat of a challenge for me, di'kut," directing his words to the woman who was taller than him. Vilaz didn't really cared about the height of this gigantic female; it was all about the skills and experience you had. With the Vornskr Scattergun I'm his hands he aimed it at the back of the target who still didn't knew that the Warrior was right behind her. Then he began approaching the female slowly, but not that slowly, to close in the distance between him and her. And so the scattergun could be more deadly than he was at the doorway.

With his trigger finger Vilaz then pulled the trigger once, twice, thrice four times, and five times as he closed in more distance between him and the woman.

[member="Ceran Moerelle"] [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

"Circe? Where did you-... Damn it. Next time take me with you, queen!" Ven growled, turning towards the door. 'Twas then that the newcomer entered, pointing a nasty looking gun at her. With a snarl she activated the first lightsaber. "Let's settle this as politely as a Mandalorian and a Sithspawn can. I'm not your mark. Neither are these people. I would know, I watch the boards. Now-" He fired. Several quick flicks of her blade later and the merc was left with a very big scowl, dented armor, and a new bruise. "So much for settling this peacefully... You want Circe? Fine. But if you want to interrogate me, you'll have to do it away from civilians. Here are your options: 1: Ignore me and leave. 2: Take me in by force, likely destroying this room in the process. Or 3: Put the gun away, let me put my blade away, and take me somewhere else where we can either fight or settle this properly. Without innocents getting hurt." Ven waited for a response, prepped for a fight. She was willing to go quietly. But she was itching for a brawl, and this guy was already shooting at her.

Whatever the outcome was going to be... it would be interesting.

[member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Ceran Moerelle"]​

 

[Dredge]

Sitting in one of the chairs Dredge sipped a a cup of milk and dunked a cookie into it, you never wanted to keep the cookie in it for too long or else it would get soggy and undesirable. Usually you would have to let it sink then drink it from the bottom of the cup in an awkward sloshing motion. But that wouldn't be today, not today at all. Today the cookie was just right. Pulling the cookie from the milk he took a bite and sat there as bullets flew everywhere giant sith spawns battled mandalorians bounty hunters. It was really all so very exciting to watch, but dammit dredge wasn't here to watch them fight. He was here to get help.

Sitting in the heavy armor that had molded to his skin, the armor that held the dark lord Vulcanus burned into his soul as he spoke. With a inaudible sigh he went first as an explosion went off a few yards away probably from a bullet hitting something flammable. "So I had it all, money, power, an empire and I lost it all. I had gone mad and in my madness I made a few poor choices." Thinking back Dredge had made more than a few bad choices, and he was probably the only one left at group therapy but whatever.

"I founded the horde and ordered the killing of thousands. I mean who gets to do stuff like that?" Dredge took another sip of milk and sighed again setting the cup down that was abruptly shot away in flash of spilt milk as a piece of shrapnel hit it. " I just feel defeated you know? And now I have this dark lord riding shot gun in my head trying to burn everything we touch. I mean yesterday he told me to go to a pet store and burn it to the ground. Who does that?!" Dredge asked aloud. "I guess what I'm trying to say can anyone relate to the situation and give me some advice?" He asked the other people around him

[member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"][member="Vilaz Munin"][member="Ceran Moerelle"]@Enigma@Broorn Sabor[member="Oka Osaa"][member="Anastasia Rade"][member="Malachite Avachei"][member="Kraigmiir Hijiin"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Dredge"]

The Dark Lord, who had temporarily been subdued by the will of the Vong, was growing angry as he sat listening to the drone babble on and on about what he had lost.

"Our time is wasted here, lesser. Your life is a dark hollow, we all know this, there is little need to sit by and discuss the matter. Revenge rests on the horizon, we must seek it!"

 

[Dredge]

[member="Darth Vulcanus"]

"I can't have five minutes Krag! I mean I'm trying to bear our soul here and it's like you don't even care!" The armor spoke aloud from a dark booming voice that seemed to come from nowhere in particular reminding dredge how much his life sucked. "It's always revenge this! Slaughter the Jedi that! What about me Krag?! What about what I want!?" Dredge out his face in his palm sighing. "You need to work on your peopl-" dredge was cut off as one of his hands began to choke himself hard.

"Alright, point taken. Point taken!" He said in a shrill and pained frog voice trying to get his own hand from choking him any further.