New Vertica (A Nar Shaddaa murdering story)

[Ursula Vizla]

A town in the the ecumenopolis moon controlled by the Hutts. That town was no different from the others in that decaying rock, filthy and greedy, ruled by many crime lords and petty kingpins, all fighting for a place in the Hutts big table, all in vain, for they're master would return and conquer that place back, like they did many times before. She had a target, not a common target, that one was a Sith, and worse, a woman. After loading her TMW M1 "Lance" Sniper Rifle, Ursula prepared for what was coming, a clear mind was the key to successfully assassinating a target.

But her mind was confused. She hated Nar Shaddaa, the place smelled bad, the people were low and scum, but a job is a job, and a girl's gotta eat. Or so she was taught by her late father, and while cleaning the gun with a tissue and oil, her mind was thinking about the job. She had gutted children, slit the throat of a few gangsters, murdered senators, exploded imperial officers, robbed nobles and peasants, burned houses to the ground, but never killed a Sith before, maybe one Jedi long ago, but those were two stupid padawans, and that one was a lady. A karking Sith Lady.

The Hutt that hired her was not a big guy, a mid level shavit that worked for another shavit that answered to another hutt shavit and on and on until they had to answer for the big slug boss, whoever it was.
"Almost time...", she murmured to herself in the apartment she rented for the gig.

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

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Orange eyes peered over the never ending glow of the city. Even on top of a skyscraper one could smell the foul stench of decay and rot. Why anyone wanted to live here was beyond her comprehension. The rich ruled the gangs, the gangs ruled the poor and the poor was weak with no resolve. A food chain that makes no attempt cover up of the crustily that it brings. Yet people still mustered up the credits to pay that person who claims to have been wronged. In a way it was a good thing that people didn't wake up to see everyone in a place like this has been wronged unless you're born at the top.

Black feathered wings unfolded expanding wide. "Almost time..." She said aloud to herself. Teresa would stand then fall forward from off the roof of the skyscraper. Wind rushed past taking all her hair back, every second falling the momentum built till finally her wings began to move. In a few motions she levelled out and glided between buildings closer and closer to the destination of meeting her contractor. She could see few faces glimpsing up at the sky.

In minuets she reached near the location. The woman sunk lower till finally landing. As her feet rushed across the floor they made no sound as they touched, not even a single tap of her sole touching the floor. Yet now a strange feeling crawled along her spin. Something already felt off and that was actually hardly surprising for this world. not only that but she had also completed a few hits on the world so no doubt it could be a trap too. The feeling alone made her cautious. Walking down the street she finally reached the location.

 

[Ursula Vizla]

Standing still, Ursula had to kneel in the floor. Hiding between the bushes, Vizla laid down in the floor, stretching the "Lance" Sniper Rifle, pointing the barrel at the direction she thought the target would come for her. Leaving the shoulder turret, turned off, at her side, her eyes were set in the scenario in front of her. The sniper rifle was a marvelous thing created for a hutt named Popo, it shot a continuum laser beam if the bearer choose, a shot that lasted for even 34 seconds before having to cool down for another five seconds. She had five bullets in the barrel and thought that would not be a problem for her.

“Holy Sith…”, she murmured to herself, trully pissed. When her eyes were set on her target. It didn’t mattered that she was a Sith Lady, with great powers and stuff. No, she had to have wings, damn wings. Ursula never killed a flying target before, sure she had shoot down a few ships and gunships, and even some speeders, and some beasts with wings. But never a sentient flying Sith.

By that, Ursula thought about calling off the job. Maybe finding some other close place to that. Her mind advised against that, specially her code of honor. “Damn it…”, with eyes in the laser target, when Ursula was sure that she was with her on aim, about 1,235 meters in distance, her finger pressed the triggered. And fired the laser in one single shot, not the continuum the beam against her mark. If she flied away, Ursula would fire again, only this time, with the beam to follow her through the sky.


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[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

[member="Ursula Vizla"]

She reached the spot and yet that feeling still crept up her spine. Something was off, very off. The draft from a vent made the feathers rustle. It was then she heard the faint sound of a blaster been shot. Orange eyes darted towards the sound watching as three people rushed from out of an ally way. Her hand was hovering over the saber as if instincts took over. This world was a place that kept her on edge every second. Everyone here was hostile one way or another. It didn't frighten her as such Teresa just didn't like the uncertainty about Nar Shaddar.

Besides the sounds of talking and distant shots been fired Teresa began to zone out for a moment listening and feeling the beats coming from the club across from her. Her hadn't didn't move away from her hip but it had relaxed a little. In that split second her eyes snapped to the red bolt of plasma. Every thing became slow as her body began to contort as she tried to shift her body from out the way. Yet the shot still landed striking her at the side of her chest. The heat soaked trough as she felt her skin burn and blister.

The orange eyes fixed to the location of the shot as she took to the sky. That was not the only thing the shooter would see. No now it looked like there was three of Teresa and they all was flying towards her new target.

 

[Ursula Vizla]

As her shot hit its mark, Ursula almost celebrated in a loud tone of voice. After all she was alone and without her helmet, almost chanting a celebration for hitting its mark, her face turned to a impressed expression of pure fear as she saw the target standing up. and opening those damn wings in the sky.

“I god damn hate Sith.”, Ursula growled, laying back in the floor once more, as she now had to deal with a flying pissed off demon coming her way. Firing once again, Ursula chose to hold on the trigger of her gun. The great thing about that sniper rifle was not just its shots, but the continuing laser that it shot if she held the trigger while firing, a laser able to move as she moved the gun.

Moving around the rifle as he stood up its trestle, the mandalorian woman used both hands for that. If she was not able to kill the flying pest in the air, then it would come to a close combat fight. In ten meters of distance, Ursula would grab her pistols in her waist and start a shooting. “Just aim for one wing, that is all you gotta do.”, she said to herself, still four minutes for the rifle gun to fry as she used the laser trying to cut her down from the sky, up and down, left and right.

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