Journey Through The Rift

[Miss Blonde]

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With Keira's armor more or less finished up, there was still one last piece that needed to be taken care of. It needed to be imbued, and for the type of working that Miss Blonde had in mind it wasn't going to be easy. Art of Movement was something that had to be done in the moment, focus had to be shifted allowing its user to perform feats known only to Olympians. So of course the whole process was going to be a real pain the ass, and to make things worse Miss Blonde had recently learned that Chen was indeed alive and Keira had been doing a few odd jobs for him. Which was what they were doing right now. The whole Two Birds One Stone philosophy.

Now Blonde wasn't mad or anything of the sort, she just needed to get back to reading the weekly intelligence reports that Thalia sent to her. But enough of that, it was time to go and do the thing. And that thing was not going to be pleasant whatsoever.

Dressed in her new armor Miss Blonde decided to forgo her normal suit and tie in exchange for the more hazardous terrain they faced today.

"Welcome to the Rift ladies. One of my favorite areas of Tython. Simply lovely right? Anyways the job is quite simple, there appears to be some kind of demon killing my men along my smuggling lines. I need you to kill it horribly and secure my routes. Now, chop chop. Get it done." Vuhan's voice continued to be an annoyance before fading out.

As for Patricia and Keira, they stood on the literal slow boat to hell. Taking a small chartered boat through one of the smallest rivers in the area, they eventually made it to the rift. A massive canyon where Jedi used to go to sharpen their survival skills, and the perfect place to imbue Keira's new armor. So when the boat touched landfall the small crime lord stepped out and looked at the many kilometers long and deep rift in the ground.

"I ever tell you how much I hate you sometimes?" Blonde said with the robotic vocalizers in her mask shifting her normal voice.

"Well in case I haven't. Blonde would then lift up her armor's data logger.

"Thalia please set a reminder to let Keira know I sometimes hate her every now and then. That will be all." Blonde then lowered her arm then looked over to Keira with a smile under her helmet.

It was time to get to work.

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[Keira Priest]

Somehow the weight of the beskar'gam felt more natural than any armor she had donned before. While the plate was heavier than most any other material she'd worn in the past, the way it moved and settled on her form was intuitive to every move she made. The layout of the HUD had taken some adjusting to, as the configuration was set up just a bit differently, but she had tinkered with it as they rode along to their destination. By the time they stepped off she was nearly completely comfortable in her second skin, every step coming more naturally. The short cape was something she had fiddled with the entirety of the journey, finally doing away with it entirely, leaving it folded on the vessel they had taken to Tython.

The T-visor of her helmet did little in the way of portraying emotion, but there was a crooked smile behind it that she knew Blonde would be able to sense inherently. "Let's be honest, this is probably one of the least dangerous things the both of us have done in our lives." And it was true. With the amount of time each had served in the military, coupled with their work in the underworld and other odd jobs, the Rift itself was something of relatively small proportions. "Besides, I'm getting around to taking care of things. It's not like I planned on keeping him around forever. It's a process, trust me." Never mind that it had been one for awhile, but she hadn't had consistent time to dedicate to the effort of late. If she'd had her way, Chen would have been dead long ago.

Keira looked back to the Rift, studying it both through the ethereal and the scanners built into her helmet. This was old Jedi ground, that much she could inherently sense, and the residue of the light grated on the back of her mind. "Why is it we always seem to find ourselves on Jedi worlds more often than not? Don't get me wrong, I like spending time with you, but it's not worth the...annoyance that the light brings about." She shook her head as if attempting to eject the cobwebs from her mind. "If it's all the same to you, I would greatly appreciate the opportunity to put a bullet in his skull once this is all said and done. This has gone on for long enough, and this time I'm of a mind to be certain he stays dead."

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[Miss Blonde]

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"Oh we'll kill him alright." Blonde said with a dramatic pause.

"With kindness!" The woman then let off a small chuckle then reached into the boat to grab her own little pack and weapon.

Strapping the pack around her waist and combat harness the woman would then reach into it and pull out a long stretchable cord with a carabiner at the end of it. But unknown to Keira she would go around the other end of her to "inspect her armor" When in reality she had something a little more sinister in mind.

"So diagnostics feeding into my HUD say so far you're green across the board. Make sure you keep me posted if something feels off." Blonde would then give Keira a hard slap on the back as warriors often do as a sign of friendship and respect.

But in doing that her slight of hand kicked in and the carabiner latched on to the back of Keira's combat harness without as much as a feeling. This was important to get Keira moving.

"Alright. Let's get this done." Blonde said with a smile under her helmet.

"Ahead of time I'm very sorry for this." And then she maid her move.

Running towards the cliff face that headed into the rift, Miss Blonde reached it and dove in. Now what Keira would see was a rope that started to become more and more taught as Blonde vanished into the ravine. So much so that it would stretch across the ground and the Corellian could feel the pressure.

And hopefully she'd have enough time to react. Because the moment Blonde fell further she kicked in her jump pack and would propel faster giving Keira a very narrow window to start running and performing acrobatic maneuvers that Blonde needed her to do.

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[Keira Priest]

There were certain things Keira had learned to expect from Patricia in the twelve years the two women had known each other, certain tricks of the trade and sleights of hand that were commonplace. It took a lot for the smaller woman to really, truly surprise her anymore, as she had seen just about everything and then some in her lifetime. And so perhaps the jolt of the rope attached to her harness didn't come as much of a shock as it was most likely intended to be. Instead a string of curses in her pidgin of Mando'a and Old Corellian were the only things to escape her, and she paid careful attention to the fact that yes, her comms were broadcasting every word to Patricia as well. She may not have been able to translate, but the sentiment was enough.

Reaction time was something anyone who had seen enough combat learned to perfect, and she was no exception. Everything seemed to slow down around her as she forced her senses into overdrive, giving her plenty of time to react to the next obstacle and then some as Patricia pressed ever on. Acrobatics in beskar'gam wasn't something she had attempted before, but her old friend had a way of forcing her to adjust to things at a rapid pace. "I ever tell you how much I hate you sometimes?" An intentional, direct echo of the rhetorical inquiry that had been posed to her earlier. "Because I do. Quite a bit, in fact." She wasn't near as nimble as she used to be. There was a reason the old flips and twists that used to be commonplace weren't found in her fighting style anymore. As much as she hated to admit it, age was catching up with her.

There would be no more words traded, as she was busy making sure she landed each jump correctly, along with focusing enough energy into her left leg to be certain it wouldn't collapse beneath her. That old injury had never healed properly, and she had always been too stubborn to undergo the surgeries necessary to repair it. It was a reminder of her past mistakes, she'd always said. How fitting for them to come back to haunt her at a time like this. Still, credit had to be given for her managing to make it this far with all of these factors. Hopefully the reward would be seeing their rival fall at the end of the day. That was just about fair compensation.

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[Miss Blonde]

Blonde let out a chuckle as she watched Keira jump from rock formation to rock formation with the grace and skill of a dying monkey, truly it was impressive. While Blonde had the fountain of youth at her fingertips, Keira wasn't like her. She didn't want everlasting life nor did she even want surgery on her leg. Which at this point was better off just being cut off and replaced or being healed by the force. To which of course Keira would give an astounding No to. She was prideful in that manner.

"That's right, Keira! Get that blood pumping! You got this!" Blonde yelled on her comms with another chuckle.

But in all seriousness she did need to get down to imbuing the item. So doing her best to focus while piloting a jump pack, the woman took a deep breath and put a single hand on the rope that connected the two. With her mind honed now on the rope, the force flowed through her hand and into the length that connected them. Through it she was able to feel all of Keira's movements. The way her leg felt on each jump, her aching muscles that carried the beskar'gam, her lungs that sucked in oxygen to fuel her. Blonde was witness to it in a very intimate fashion.

"Okay, let's get you going." Blonde said to herself softly.

"Thalia. Beam yourself into my HUD and pilot my jetpack. I need to focus on this. The site of the attacks is coming up in a kilometer and I want Keira at least partially mobile when we get there. Give her a few good flips." Giving her directives to the AI, blonde awaited her to follow through.

As for Blonde. She started to turn Keira's movements into raw energy through the force. And taking that energy she would start to imbue it into the armor itself. Deep within its plates, mesh, and down to its very circuitry.

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