Jungle Fever [TSE Dominion of Florn]

[The Amalgam]

Objective: 3

Post: 5


The Amalgam had barely any time to go invisible before the torrent of buckshot was sent her way, and it was not easy to maintain focus either, as she had lost a good amount of blood through the wound on her neck, and was desperately trying to stop the wound from bleeding out any further. Howard had gotten her good with that ballistic knife trick, and had turned her in seconds from the predator to the prey. Her cloak was not quite effective, because her blood left a trail of droplets leaking through her hand and hitting the carpet, where it stuck out like a sore thumb. Howard, to his credit, aimed ahead of her path to a gaudy statue of Howard himself riding a rancor, cast in Durasteel. Only a desperate slide across the ground that transitioned into a roll saved her from catching the full payload of a shell as she just barely reached the statue.

"I nicked you pretty good, didn't I?" Howard called out, unloading another few shells in her direction, though he also advanced cautiously. She couldn't choke him, as she had lost a lot of blood, compromising her ability to focus. Her current body was altered like the others...it was more durable in some ways and she would not bleed out as quickly as others might...but unless she restored herself soon, or found some way to end the bleeding...

The Shapeshifter decided to buy time. As Howard came around, she cast her lightsaber towards him, and he tried to dodge, but the lightsaber caught his shotgun, slicing it in half. He drew The Amalgam's pistol just after she had risen and she barely managed to get the energy shield on her suit active taking the weak laser blasts easily as she tackled him, knocking the pistol out of his hands and seizing his neck with both bloody hands out of pure rage as she tried to feed on his life force. But the old soldier grabbed her in a necklift and squeezed to the point she was nearly blacking out. There went that plan.

The Amalgam focused with all the hate in her as she spotted her impaled lightsaber on the wall, and ripped it into her hand with what little telekinetic skill she had, activating it and tried to jam it into Howard, only for the old man to catch her wrist, squeezing as hard as he could, the purple light illuminating the look of rage on both their faces. He forced her own blade close to her, and she was genuinely struggling to get even a snippet of air at this point.

She spotted her other lightsaber, just as her neck threatened to break...one chance...

Hate carried the lightsaber into her hand when her neck was just a second from fracture. Howard screamed as a purple blade ignited into his kneecap. To her surprise, Howard's pajamas seemed to be made of armorweave, for it took a second longer then normal to pierce his knee.

Howard dropped her, and the Shi'ido was left choking, gasping for air. Only her urge to survive made her get up, because now the guards on the other side were on the verge of breaking through the door...

She had to think fast. She dragged Howard to the desk, pulled his pink hearted t-shirt off, put it on and morphed her head into his as the guards burst through, the real Howard behind the desk, his mouth crushed by her foot, threatening to break his neck if he twitched.

"Boss! You alright?!" One of the pirates asked.

"There's a Sith aboard. Big Nasty Zabrak! He cloaks! Just barely got away!" She said in his voice, having made sure her new face looked bruised and bloody.

"Search the deck!" She ordered, pressing her foot tighter on the real Howard's face. Ironically, her choking at Howard's hands had helped to stop the bleeding.

"Got it boss!" The other pirates said.

Howard gave a weak muffled scream.

"What was that boss?" One of the other pirates asked, turning around...

 

[Dethroned King]

Objective: Obtain Nerve Implants, Survive (III)
Location: Raxus, Sith-Imperial Marshalling Station
Post No. III
Allies: [member="Zeric [/FONT][/I][/SIZE][I][SIZE=12px][FONT='courier new']Parcra[/FONT][/SIZE][/I][FONT='courier new'][I][SIZE=12px]"]

"Unaccompanied. The Gozanti line of cruiser was designed for the original TIE fighter, not the usual streamlined snubfighters fielded by pirates in this sector. Doing so will only draw attention."

Zellos was getting slightly impatient. To him, the essence of a perfect plan was to have all the parts like clockwork move fast and efficiently, not taking pause to reconsider or change it. With every second that the fleet lingered in the Raxus system, the Lost Souls got closer to fielding their dangerous nerve implants.

"Have the Vigilant Hound be ready to depart in fifteen standard minutes. I want no delay."

 

[Zeric Parcra]

Objective III: Dismantle "the Lost Souls"
Allies: [member="Dethroned King"]
Post Nr. IV

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"Understood, sir. Final preparations will be completed post haste." Clicking his heels together one last time, the Lieutenant spun sharply, long Epicanthix legs thudding hollowly against the station's floor as he moved as quickly as proper conduct would allow. Fifteen minutes was not a lot of time to take command of a vessel, one which he had never before set foot aboard, no less.

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Door to the bridge, if you could even call it that, sliding open, he was pleased to find his small crew already in place. That was good, as he had no time for delays. "At ease. Lieutenant Ziz, start calibrating a hyperspace jump. Ensigns... Stocgau and Tatber, perform a final system check." Sliding into the captain's chair, he took a moment to examine the controls and the status display, before raising his eyes once more. "Captain Zellos expects us to be ready in... eight minutes and twenty seconds, which means you have seven. Introductions will have to wait until we are underway."

A more self-conscious man might have stopped to see how readily the crew abided by his new leadership, but the Epicanthix had no time for such flights of fancies. His mind was already going over what he knew, what he expected, and what he could only guess. Not to mention revising the nonstandard additions and features of the aged Gozanti one last time. It would not do to be caught off guard by a bit of quirky engineering, least of all when he himself had served for years in the Corps of Engineers.

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With a slight tremor, the Vigilant Hound slid out of Hyperspace, emerging in the nigh-lightless void that was the Florn system's Oort Cloud. Receiving final confirmation that the Kaas's Pride and its Dakhan escort was in position, Zeric turned his attention to the ship's sensors. Sure enough, a blip emerged, then another. Starfighters or patrol skiffs, going by their size. Likely out to get a look; now all he needed to do was play his part and he should end up within shouting distance of the pirate flotilla. Hopefully without being reduced to space debris. Then, the pirate scum would face justice for their crimes. Justice long overdue, as far as he was concerned.

 

[The Amalgam]

Post: Six

Objective: 3

"Just my rib making me yelp. He had a punch to him." The Amalgam explained, still using Howard's face. She had shifted her flesh to conceal a still bleeding wound. Her foot, clamping down harder on Howard's mouth as he lay behind the desk.

The darkness whispered a deadly threat close by, and that threat, the Shi'ido realized with some astonishment, was still Howard. The old pirate had grabbed a revolver hidden under the desk in a strap and stuck it against her gut, and only her thumb blocking the hammer kept it from firing. She couldn't snap his neck. It'd be too loud, the others would hear it. It was taking all her rapidly failing strength to keep his arm holding the gun from moving and making noise.

"I can take a look at it if you want..." one of the pirates offered.

"I'll be fine..." The Amalgam replied with Howard's voice. "Its just bruised." Howard behind the desk stopped struggling, though the arm holding the gun did not move from her stomach.

"Sir!" yelled another pirate who ran into the suite. "One of the fighters just detected new ships entering the oort cloud.

That would be the Sith, she figured. But she was getting weaker. She felt sick from the blood loss. A pity. She had really hoped to try and destroy this place on her own, steal the glory. But that might no longer be possible. But still...she could impress all the same. At the very least, she could hand the shadowport to them on a platter.

"They're expected by me. Don't give 'em any trouble..." 'Howard' ordered. "Let 'em get closer..."

"At once, Sir!" The pirate said, running back out.

"Why are you all still standing here?! Go and get that damn Zabrak before he detonates the main reactor." The Amalgam barked as Howard.

"You sure you don't need help sir? You look pretty bad..." another pirate in the room noted.

"I'll live. I just need a drink, is all..." That last bit was not a lie. She really did want a drink after this beating, in spite of normally despising alcohol. "Leave a guy outside my quarters, though."

The pirates nodded, and left the room., closing it.

The Amalgam shifted her face and upper frame back to its normal appearance. She smiled sadistically as she looked down at Howard.

"Well, Howard...we seem to be at an impasse..." she said softly in rasp. "I can't access the security system without the knowledge you possess. I'd rip it out without a second thought normally...but I'm too weakened to do so. So I can't kill you. But you could kill me, you think?" she asked rhetorically. "Wrong. I'm your only ticket out of here alive. In exchange for your...cooperation...I'll let you have safe passage off the shadowport on my vessel. Refuse, and you will die just like the others will. Act now, and you can save yourself. Refuse, and you'll die as a literal footnote in my existence. Now...blink once for yes or twice for no."

Howard looked at her horrible smirk. He wanted to shoot her. Badly. But he also wanted to live.

He blinked, but only once.

"Excellent choice, Howard. Now, I'm going access the security system from this terminal. I want access to this shadowport's schematics, access codes, security procedures, everything... she hissed dangerously, telekinetically summoning one of her lightsabers to her.

"The password?" growled the Shi'ido, lifting her foot off his mouth, ripping away his revolver.

"Go feth yourself...that's the password..." Howard claimed.

She narrowed her eyes. "If you're lying to me, the first thing this blade of plasma slices up won't be your brain..."

The Amalgam typed in the password. Instantly it brought up the entire apparatus of the security layout...as well as the schematics of the implants themselves, and who their primary buyers were.

She copied the files, and the communication frequencies listed into a message packet, sent it all in an encrypted burst transmission to the vessels that had arrived, adding a Sith identification code. Creating copies of all important info on a nearby holodisk, she found a section entitled "Life Support."

She smiled, keeping the blade emitter pressed against Howard's groin. She found one set of commands concerning life support in engineering. Howard could control everything from here...kill everyone...

She had to give the man credit. He thought ahead. But it was his overdeveloped sense of foresight that had ironically sealed his fate. Centralizing everything, while efficient, was also a double edged sword if the enemy managed to breach the control room.

She cut off all life support to engineering, as well as jammed all communications from there. And then she proceeded to lock down the barracks, a feature created in case of contagion among the soldiers, and cut off the life support there as well.

"Oh my, you just can't seem to stop killing your men..." she mocked the brutally injured pirate, who could only stare daggers at her as she shut down the security systems, and locked down the sections that were patrolled by guards, clearing a route to the hanger.

She could at the very least make a clean getaway. She'd gotten everything the bastard had: He and his men had brought the wrath of the Sith upon themselves.

She briefly considered actually keeping her word, but she was pressed for time. Plus, what could Howard really offer the Sith at this point? She could practically see his fate: He'd be grilled a while, than most likely be executed. She was practically doing him a favor, killing him.

She placed a hand on his bare chest, intending to tear the life force out. Just a little...just enough to get back into decent, if not necessarily fully healed condition. Howard had earned her respect. He had fought to the very end.

The Amalgam stared at him with a smirk. "It really is for the best, Howard...you would not have liked my bosses..."

"Go feth yourself." Howard grunted, left hand grabbing and hitting a button on the bottom of her seat. He had been pinned so well, he couldn't reach it before.

The Amalgam snarled in violent pain as the chair electrified, her facial features melting and deforming from the pain as the current ran through her body. Only her rage and the power of the darkness allowed her to rise out of the chair, four seconds before it would have been fatal.

But the Shi'ido then collapsed to her knees, still completely deformed and snarling animalistically. Howard yelled, but calling on her dark rage cut off all her pain receptors, causing muscles and flesh deformed by the electrical burst to bulge out in the suit haphazardly. She had abused this body greatly, and calling on the Dark Side had only accelerated a badly injured host body's further degeneration. But the darkness was the only thing keeping her going at this point. She took it back: One's foresight could never be too overdeveloped. He'd likely fried everything in her shadowsuit.

The injured shapeshifter snarled and approached Howard, only to hear the click of a trigger and a stream of bolts that forced her to deflect as the fear of death made Howard scramble away to a nearby book case powered by nothing but the fear of death. He pulled back the head of a famous playwright's statue, which revealed a sliding pole that he grabbed on, screaming as he slid down the pole to a waiting A-Wing equipped with hyperdrive, waiting in a mini hanger. It was all black. Forcing himself to fight through the pain. He prepped the launch sequence desperately when he heard a scream.

He had just finished checks, desperately needing painkillers when her heard a thud behind him as he entered the cockpit, screaming as the leg that had taken the lightsaber impacted on the seat.

"Howard..."

Dread made Howard The Pirate turn and stare.

The Amalgam stood at the bottom of the pole, flesh a corpse pallor, bulging in some places, melted in others, mouth sagging and constantly moving all over her face, structured like a Lamprey's.

"You didn't think I'd let you leave..." the hideous monstrosity said in a truly unpleasant and alien hiss as it approached, lightsaber drawn..."Without a kiss, did you?"

"Sorry." Howard breathed, the pain making him sweat out of stress. "But I don't have any paper bags. And even if I did, you'd have to put them on your face yourself. You're too gross to touch."

The Amalgam was given pause at this and chuckled, its mouth fluttering hideously as it did so.

"Well..." the injured shapeshifter admitted, staggering forward to him..."You got me there......"

Howard knew he wouldn't get to the controls in time. So he played the only card that had kept him alive so far and the only one he had left at this point: refuge in audacity.

As The Amalgam approached, Howard popped open a compartment under his seat. She dashed forward as quickly as she could, but it was not a pistol he had pulled out.

It was a balloon. And indeed, The Amalgam was so surprised by this, her brain actually shorted out for a second as she wondered what his game was. It shorted out at precisely the wrong second however and she missed the swing from her blade that might have caught it. It instead damaged his starfighter's communicator as the balloon impacted her hideous face.

Agony hit her eyes and mouth. It was some sort of powdered, super hot pepper, and her eyes, nose, throat and lungs had gotten a full dose. The Shi'ido gagged and roared in pain as she swung blindly for her hated prey. But Howard had already hit the launch button and her saber barely missed the canopy of his cockpit.

Howard was pinned to his seat as he was flung out into space, away from the enraged Shi'ido, who screamed at him in telepathic rage and frustration.

But she had still gotten one blow in, he thought as he left her range. She had damaged his communications. He could not warn the others there was likely an attack coming...

All he could do was escape.

Howard reluctantly hit the coordinates he wanted to go to, and the world went white as he disappeared from his current position in space.

Meanwhile...

After coughing up the last of the pepper and getting it from her eyes, though they still watered, the shapeshifter had forced herself back up the escape pole.

Best pirate ever, she admitted quietly to herself.

She found the man that had tried to save Howard where she left him, his legs sliced off. She felt very weak. The rage had broken down her body severely, in addition to her other injuries. It was on the verge of starting to rot.

She attacked the still alive guard, and weak though she was, she was still able to use the drain ability.

Focusing her frustration and humilation at Howard's escape, she violently, mercilessly leached the life from him, enjoying every second of the hateful act, the dark energy reversing the grievous wounds and blood loss in a manner of minutes. Her flesh gradually repaired and restored itself to its previous, near impossibly beautiful shape, but the pain and hatred lingered. Her victim now a mummy, she rose up, grabbed her two sabers and reconnected them, but not before frying Howards terminal with them, grabbing and pocketing the disk she had copied the files on, and grabbed her pistol also. She sensed danger and cloaked herself in the Force as the pirates who had finally broken through lock down burst in. She was forced to be quiet as they filed in, watching them grimace as they found a mummified comrade, than sprinted silently past them while invisible, running to the emergency stairs and up them. She didn't stop running, even as she could hear shouts behind her, until she reached the hanger.

She decloaked and quickly shot the several guards patrolling it in the face with her master reflexes, targeting their heads, disabling the tractor beam projector on her ship with heavy, singular purple bolt of dark lightning, which erupted from her hands. One had survived and she hit him with a heavy bolt also, killing him instantly.

She raced up the ramp of her ship, sprinting to the cockpit and turning everything on just as a number of pirates raced in and started firing on her ship with repeaters. But she was lifting off, swearing revenge on Howard...and barely got clear of the forcefield keeping the air in the hanger, and was soon being pursued...and fired upon...by enemy starfighters.

She really hoped that Sith fleet had gotten her transmission, she thought as she made evasive manuevers...

[member="Dethroned King"]

[member="Zeric Parcra"]

 

[Dethroned King]

Objective: Obtain Nerve Implants, Survive (III)
Location: Florn, Coreward System Edge
Post No. IV
Allies: [member="Zeric Parcra"] [member="The Amalgam"]

Zellos was in position. It had been his plan after all, but an error on his part would be drastic for both the mission and his long-term career. He had no wish for any small mishaps or mistakes that could throw the whole operation, and as such had been increasingly short-tempered and demanding of both the crews of the Kaas's Pride and the Black Javelin. Unprofessional, but if it accomplished what objective had been laid in place it would be a necessary sacrifice for the better of the Sith Empire. The feelings of lower-level officers could wait.

Waiting was what Zellos hated most. It was this moment that was crucial to the plan, that the Vigilant Hound be able to get near enough to the pirate flotilla as to enable the rest of the Sith-Imperial fleet to microjump and catch the Lost Souls flotilla unguarded; with no knowledge of how the nerve implants had taken into effect and what detriment they would have in a direct engagement, Zellos could only hope that the element of surprise tip the cards in favor of the Empire.

 

[Zeric Parcra]

Objective III: Dismantle "the Lost Souls"
Allies: [member="Dethroned King"] & [member="The Amalgam"]
Post Nr. V

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Nice and steady, now. So far, the criminals had bought their ploy, the impressive performance of Ensign Tatber sealing the deal. On either side, an aged starfighter was visible, its hull marked by numerous repairs throughout the years. Even so, he made sure not to underestimate them; lowlifes were one thing, but cybernetically enhanced ones were quite another.

Suddenly, a light flashed across his screen. An encrypted message. Damn it, there was supposed to be radio silence... then he saw the hallmark tag of the Sith, and the sheer size of the data bundle. Whatever it was, it was clearly important. Perhaps, if he could unlock... " Sir! It's... chaos on their frequencies. We've only broken the encryption on a few, but whatever is going on is massive. Surges of chatter, then silence."

There was no way that was a coincidence, and it was only a matter of time before whoever was in charge of that hive of scum and villainy figured it out too. Fortunately, even with the low speed of the Goazanti, the shadowport was coming into view. Uncharacteristically, a vicious smile spread across the Lieutenant's normally schooled features, a hard glint in his eyes. No, not just the shadowport itself, buried as it was in an icy comet, but a disorganised stream of light freighters, a few corvettes, and a single frigate. Out of the frying pan, into the fire. "Lieutenant Zis, activate the confirmation signal. All hands, all stations, prepare for battle, but keep the weapons offline until the attack begins."

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Ssyff Mrrirst was being taken for a fool. Mrrirst hated being taken for a fool. Snarling audibly at the panicking figure, the Captain drove his fist into the table with a resounding bang. "You taking me for a FOOL? Technical issues? BAH! Stick your hand up your lower deck, ssssleemo." Angrily shutting off the communicator, he strode onto the bridge itself, yelling at the top of his lounges. "We're leaving, now. Anyone still on board will be picked on later, or not at all." Sharpened teeth turning upwards into a snarl, he threw himself down in the captain's chair, fingering his blaster.

Well over a decade of crime, murder, and piracy had given the towering Trandoshan a finely honed sense for trouble. This? This stank like a Hutt's filth-encrusted underside.

Apparently, he was not the only one feeling that way. Alongside the cruel visage of the Jubilant Huntsman, a few corvettes and a hornet's nest of light freighters and smaller ships belched forth. All of them competing for space, none of them working together. It was a karking miracle that only a few of them scrapped hulls, at least partially caused by the relative prevalence of reflex-enhancing implants among their pilots. A damn good thing too, because the Trandoshan, especially in a mood like this, would not hesitate to open fire on anything and everyone that earned his ire.

 

[Dethroned King]

Objective: Obtain Nerve Implants, Survive (III)
Location: Florn, Coreward System Edge
Post No. V
Allies: [member="Zeric Parcra"] [member="The Amalgam"]

"Sir, it appears that the Vigilant Hound has entered striking proximity of the shadowport."

The particular officer who had spoken it, Senior Lieutenant Brayde and second-most senior commander on the Kaas's Pride, was one of the few that made up the cadre of officers that Zellos could rely on for sound tactical advise and data on the rare occasions he happened to need it. Nodding, he turned to First Weapons Officer Dherak. One of the more recent additions to the bridge crew of the Xo'Xaan II Star Destroyer, Dherak had yet to prove herself in the midst of battle, yet she had served reliably as first a Gunnery Captain then Junior Weapons Officer, and Zellos thought of no reason why she could not prove herself now.

"First Weapons Officer Dherak, prepare to feed targeting computations to both Ion and Turbolaser batteries. I want the Pride to come out of hyperspace guns blazing. Comm Officer Mikila, inform the Black Javelin to set its course for a microjump at the Pride' position and to prepare for battle. We will catch this insurgent scum by surprise or die trying."

Harsh and extreme words, but the necessary rhetoric required in demanding complete and absolute dedication from his crew. It had worked so far, and why wouldn't it work now?

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The Kaas's Pride and Black Javelin erupted from hyperspace triumphant and emblazoned in glory in power, reverting to realspace so close to the Vigilant Hound that proximity alarms promptly erupted. Turbolaser and Ion fire streamed from both the Star Destroyer and Corvette, gunners taking disabling shots against the corvettes and light freighters. SI-TIE fighters launching from both the Corvette and Star Destroyer to quickly incapacitate the various light freighters and patchwork starfighters. Meanwhile, the Kaas's Pride began to slowly tow in the Vigilant Hound to the former's ventral hanger bay, obviously not wanting to risk the death of the crew onboard in the rickety and mostly unspaceworthy light cruiser.

 

[Zeric Parcra]

Objective III: Dismantle "the Lost Souls"
Allies: [member="Dethroned King"] & [member="The Amalgam"]
Post Nr. VI

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When it happened, it was glorious. Proximity alarms blaring, a massive shape suddenly appeared above the Vigilant Hound, barrages of weapons fire blazing forth mere moments later. On cue, the Hound's meagre armaments were brought online, patchwork laser cannon ripping through the startled fighter to their right. The one on their left, however, compensated in time, moving to fire on the light cruiser. Outdated shields shuddering from the impact, the crew scrambled to recalibrate the targeting array, only to see the remaining fighter torn to shreds by the Black Javelin's SI-TIE complement, which had been launched within seconds of the reversion to realspace.

Allowing himself a single, almost inaudible, sigh of relief when the tractor beam grabbed onto the derelict corvette, Lt. Parcra quickly began to apply naval decoding programs to the data packet. Eyes widening at the stream of information before him, a quick command was given to the communications officer, and a heavily encrypted channel established to the bridge of the Kaas's Pride.

"Lieutenant Zeric Parcra, temporary commander of the Vigilant Hound. Please inform Captain Zellos with all due haste that we have the schematics of the implants and several major customers; the source is unknown, but it was transmitted from the shadowport with an attached Sith identification code."

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It was a massacre, but not the good kind. The accursed Sith-Imperials had arrived suddenly and without warning, their turbolasers and ion cannons blasting away at the disorganised mass of ships trying to escape from whatever was happening in the shadowport. With a mighty groan, inaudible in the vacuum of space, the pockmarked wreckage of a corvette crashed into another, debris from that collision breaching the hull of a small smuggler's vessel, little more than a glorified starfighter.

It would have been beautiful, had they not been on the receiving end.

Clawed hands leaving scratch-marks in the Captain's chair, Mrrirst froze for a moment, then started screaming out orders once more. "Shields! Get those shields to full power! Gunnery stations! Fire, fire damn it!" Veteran mind seeing the odds and not liking it one bit, an expression of disgust crossed the Trandoshan's mind. He hated having to do this, to flee with his tail behind his legs, but he was not ready to die. There were more beings to kill first, more points to accrue, more pleasures to experience.

"Full speed ahead! Direct ion torpedoes, conner nets, and ion cannons at that Star Destroyer! Start calibrating a hyperspace jump, I want it ready when we're clear or I'll kill you karking useless sods myself!"

 

[The Amalgam]

Post: 007

Character Theme Song: "License To Kill", by Gladys Knight.

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/ZnSbrx5YByY

Objective: Complete. (Fleeing)

The Amalgam was confident enough in her piloting abilities that evading these starfighters was easy, swiftly manuvering around their crafts and going in between asteroids, causing the ones that could not correct quickly enough to slam into them. The ship lurched as a bolt hit it.

Good job, but don't get cocky, she thought. Cocky was what had cost her fighting Howard The Pirate. Howard The Badass...he'd given her more trouble than some Sith Warriors had. She was itching for a rematch with him.

She jinked right, buying her computer the time it needed to calculate the jump. One of the disadvantages of this particular craft was its lack of weapons. She would have brought her phantom-Class, but given Howard's special-forces background as well as the fact that pirates of his sort were just generally more knowledgeable of what the military used, he likely would have sniffed her out immediately.

The Amalgam suddenly started cursing as she executed another evasive action.

She'd left the dress.

That thing was laced with Aurodium! She'd sort of abandoned it after killing Jeffry, but that thing was a twenty-thousand credit rental, and like a rank moron she had unthinkingly not thought to retrieve it. Sure, she could rob your average banker for it but still, it was still a pretty stupid lapse in judgement. Almost as stupid as Jeffry was for thinking he'd get lucky with a dark force user, but at least that poor bastard hadn't lost money in the end.

The shapeshifter couldn't stop cursing as she evaded starfighter bolts even as the ships of [member="Dethroned King"] and [member="Zeric Parcra"] assaulted the base.

She'd honestly liked that dress. Probably should have just sucked it up and bought it but she was being cheap at the time. Never making that mistake with a dress again.

In case the above hadn't made it obvious, this woman had very skewed priorities.

Finally, the computer chirped that it was ready, and it could not have come sooner, for while she had assisted in the downfall of the shadowport, she had also been privately humiliated in the process. Still, somewhat a success...she'd obtained the vital info necessary, she'd drop the holodisk off later.

As she evaded another bolt, her unarmed yacht jumped to hyperspace.

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