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Nyree Justice

Nyree Justice · Jan 15, 2020

Scherezade deWinter Herah

BB-610

Finette caught Nyree in mid air, saved her life, the brunette hit the ground, rolling in a ball of Gucci, Prada, and all things name-brand and hella dope. She rolled up onto her knees right before the IG droids. She heard the leader--that psycho who lead them down into the belly of this less than Gucci geography shout to open fire and attack. Well, that remove the idea of talking it out.

Nyree reached for her blaster pistol at her side--and her hand grasped nothing but air. She looked back behind her. In her tumble the weapon had come loose from her belt and was lying on the durasteel behind her, shining in the moonlight. She looked back up to the cone-headed droids before her and offered a cheeky smile to their cold, unmoving faces. "Hi, uh, fellas...."

One of them lowered his blaster, bringing it even with her forehead. His metallic finger began to squeeze down on the trigger and the sheer will to live took over for Nyree. She jerked to the right, the blaster bolt tore through the air, just missing her gorgeous brown locks of hair as they swished behind her. Desperate the brunette threw herself forward with all her weight into the droid--all 110 pounds of nothin'. She made contact and felt the cold, hard durasteel under her skin in a hard impact that jarred her down to the soles of her feet. The droid wobbled back two steps as Nyree fell to her hands and knees. She shook her head, trying to clear it from the pain of making the blow. This was why she didn't do the pew pew.

The droid swiveled, bringing his blaster to bear on her again. Nyree didn't have to think, it worked last time, why not do it again? She scampered forward on all fours, her shoulders hit the droid's shins, it fell on top of her, and after ow the first thing to enter her head was damn this boy heavy. She flailed wildly, kicking and smacking against the cold durasteel as the droid tried to rise again, the sting of the hits made her palms and feet hurt but she couldn't stop or it was bye bye Bougie. She felt the barrel of the blaster press against her stomach and primal rage took Nyree over.

"No, you mother f%$#er," she screamed, her fingers wrapping around the weapon. She twisted, the blaster shot off in the wild distance, tearing into one of the other IG's heads.

They twisted back and forth, wrestling for control over the weapon. She somehow wrenched it out of the IG's hands. Spinning it in her hands clumsily, Nyree pointed the barrel at the droid.

"Die mother f&%$er, die!" she shouted jerking the trigger over and over again.

The blaster bolts tore through its torso, sending flecks of hot, molten metal everywhere. Again and again she fired, its poor droid body bounce against the pavement over and over again with each shot. They say droids can't feel pain when they die--the opposite is true, its actually very painful. Nyree at last stood there panting, blaster in one hand, staring at her assailant. She wiped the sweat off her forehead.

"Well," Nyree said straightening up, "That happened."

The droid reached up weakly with one hand, Nyree shrieked, firing another barrage into its body. Most of those shots missed, but those that didn't melted what was left of the droid's head into scrap. The teen pushed a strand of hair behind her head, "Finally. Sheesh, just die alread--" her voice trailed off as Nyree saw three of the other IG droids move to surround her. "Well, sh!t."

Finette Frai · Jan 16, 2020

As the call for them to attack went out within seconds, Finette had drawn her pistols and pulled back the hammers before beginning to fire on the large IG droids. She was quite the gunslinger on her home planet. While there she had learned from her adopted father how to handle herself very well. She was quite the fighter though her attire was by most galactic standards was far outdated for the time she was quite comfortable in her rawhide leather ensemble comprised of tightfitting pants that hugged every inch of her legs and backside, a cotton crop top that sat just below her ribs and a dusty looking leather jacket she had inherited from her father figure.

As soon as she had fired all 6 shots from both of her pistols she tucked and rolled into cover behind a crate to her left before looking up having heard Nyree shriek she cursed looking over in the direction of the shriek. she noticed the predicament that Nyree had found herself in and silently cursed to herself. Having reloaded both of the guns she popped out taking potshots at the IG droids moving to surround the woman she was hired to protect.

Finette popped out of cover and ran in Nyree's direction aiming her guns at the droids once more. She just hoped they hit their marks or she made it in time to save the woman she cared for. As she proceeded forward all of a sudden she felt like she got hit by a truck. It was another droid. As it hit her she was thrown across the room landing 15 feet from where she started as she hit the ground she felt her ribs crack.

She lay there for a moment noting her guns weren't in her hands but had indeed skittered across the floor and were laying at the feet of a single IG droid. as he bent down to pick them up Finette felt something inside of her break. Her adrenaline kicked in as she sprung to her feet. It was as if the fires of Mustafar were behind her. She sprinted full force across to where the IG stood, she was lucky that his mechanical fingers weren't made to fit within a trigger guard as this gun had. Within 5 strides Finette came face to face with the Droid. She launched herself shoulder first into the droid sending them both sprawling her on top of the mechanical menace. He dropped the pistols and she began to swing her fist her movements filled with hatred as the guns were sacred to her. She felt nothing as she pounded the droids face her blood boiling.

Once she finally stopped she reached down and retrieved her guns as she turned to look for Nyree. As she did she felt the pain rush through her ribs and fists but none-the-less she couldn't stop.

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BB-610 · Jan 17, 2020

BB-610 despised how his old programming would interfere with his life. He despised how one minute he would be staring at a mirror, and in the next the mirror would suddenly be cracked with a number of scratches on his chassis. He despised how it would slowly ruin the little number of friendships he had with the past people in his life. But he found he never despised it quite as much as now, when the sound of guns and screaming and sparks flying echoed, and he had somehow roped himself into the mess he could have quite easily avoided if it weren't for the aggressive nature of his First Order programming.

He watches, peeking out of a corner, his chassis trembling as the ensemble of agents battle the droids. Is he really going to go along with this? Pretend that these guys, who have just broken into a facility and have begun attacking IG units, will care that much about an astromech droid?

Well. He had already somehow destroyed one of them. If he didn't want to get scrapped, he may as well go all out.

So the little droid decides to roll out from behind cover, the remaining assassin droids entirely focused on the squad. His sensors had picked up that they were all relatively weakened, but it was the three inching closer to

Nyree Justice that grabbed his attention. BB-610 narrows his optic, and he rushes into one of them, smacking against the back of its leg. The astromech shifts his body around, the correct disk compartment now facing ahead as it opens up to squirt a stream of oil, coating the three droids in the liquid. BB-610 would then quickly roll back, a trail of oil following him. The slick is retracted and the astromech soon rotates his body to open up his lighter.

What was soon followed was a large blaze of fire and three screaming IG units.

Scherezade deWinter

Neyana Herah

Scherezade deWinter · Jan 22, 2020

BB-610

The sounds of decorated Basic filled her ears as the shooting resumed. Scherezade didn't need to actually look in order to know who it was that was decorating linguistics so aptly; behind her, she could sense

Nyree Justice , one of the younger people among the Agents, and one of its leaders too. It was nice to see that the girl was enjoying herself, though the Sithling could do with a touch less screetching. Glancing, she noted her body guard covering her, the

BB-610 droid still fighting, and Herah with

Neyana .

Somehow, they all survived.

When Scherezade blinked and stopped fighting for a moment, it seemed to her as though some of them were now just shooting the air since all the IG droids were down, broken, melted, and other fun stuff like that. Huh.

"Hey there, lil dude," she said carefully, looking at the damaged BB droid. Man. She could get him a mechanic. Could she? Sure, once they were out of there. Dropping to a knee as though it was a child she had to coddle and make feel safe, Scherezade held a hand out, ready for the BB droid to give it a sniff, completely ignoring the dying flames that were still licking his metal body from where he'd shishkabab'd a few droids but moments ago, "What are you doing in this big scary place, all by yourself?"

Looking to the others for a moment, she gave a subtle nod. Check the perimeter. Maybe there were more droids concealed like that. Maybe… Maybe the sentient droids knew they had come, and were planning on something far worse for the group other than some closed range pew pew.

Neyana · Jan 23, 2020

Well, when the blaster fire stopped and all of the IG's down, Nicole stops firing and gets out from behind her cover. A soft sigh escapes her lips and she mumbles a few words to herself, something along the lines of "I hope my screaming didn't cause this to happen." for those who could hear her. No matter. She puts her blaster away and starts to examine the destroyed droids, admiring what everyone had done to them. Oh yes, she might truly fit in with this group. "Do these kind of things usually happen in this group?" The girl speaks out loud, not really caring who answers her question, just that she wanted an answer from someone. "If so, that, that was kind of fun."

After examining the driods, she looks towards

Nyree Justice and

Finette Frai , but it seems they are fine. No need for her to help either of them! Probably. Maybe. Her attention shifts over to

Scherezade deWinter and

BB-610 and she wanders over towards the pair. "So. Found any reason of why this driod decided to assist us and not the others yet?"

Herah

BB-610 · Jan 27, 2020

The sudden silence as gun shots ceased, screams died down and the heavy exhales accompanied by the subtle crackle of fire would have been comforting, relaxing, in any other scenario. Here, as BB-610 stares at the display before him, he can't help but find it incredibly eerie.

He Is, in a sense, almost like a child. Perhaps a very untrained and disobedient child, but a frightened one nonetheless. So when

Scherezade deWinter approaches him, when she slowly kneels down to his level and trails a hand out, he's reluctant. But her voice, her eyes, in a sudden contrast to the merciless slaughter that had just occurred, was so gentle and so inviting.

A nervous beep, and his optic fixates on her hand, before slowly inching closer to her. There's a fearful flicker of red, and just when he's about to return to his old programming, he miraculously snaps out of it with a mechanical hiss. The astromech looks at her with an unblinking eye, and he presses his head against her palm, metal as cold as it could be.

For minutes he just stands there. Had he missed contact with other people that much? It was worrying, how much of a child he could be indeed. BB-610 glances up, and a series of low whirrs fill the air.

Could she speak binary? He hopes so, as he tells her that he was looking for a family.

Scherezade deWinter · Feb 11, 2020

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BB-610

Did those kind of things usually happen in this group? Scherezade grinned at Nicole. This specific group was a first time; but yes. These things usually happened in groups she was in. Could the others say that? She sincerely hoped that the answer to that was yes, because otherwise, what was the point?

"If no one's trying to kill you at any point in your life, you're living it wrong," she said with a proud smile.

Turning her attention back to the droid, Scherezade blinked in surprise as he pressed against her and her palm. The move reminded her of her Loth Wolf, Baal, when he was a puppy. But this was not warm puppy, it was cold metal. Was she imagining that warmth was what it longed for?

"Hey… It's okay…" she tried to reassure him as she went down on a knee and hugged the dude.

She couldn't speak binary. The ability to produce those sounds from her throat was impossible for her and her human vocal chords. But she could understand it.

"Aww, I'm sorry," she said, "Are you looking for your family? A specific one? Or just… Anyone?"

Neyana · Feb 11, 2020

Nicole looks at

Scherezade deWinter and is a bit puzzled, yet understanding of her answer. She definitely knows that this galaxy is a terrible and violent place, but a small smirk appears on her lips. "Being shot at was fun for a change, I'd have to admit." The woman stated, looking over at

BB-610 now and then back at Scherezade. "So you can understand it?" Apparently Nicole cannot. She hasn't been around too many droids in her life to fully understand the beeps. Its all just noise to her.

Herah

Nyree Justice

Scherezade deWinter · Mar 9, 2020

Finette Frai [