On a stormy night...

[Natalie LaForte]

Mygeeto,​

Undisclosed IMF construction site​

​

This was becoming an increasingly disturbing site for Natalie. Sat in a cabin in the middle of a construction site awaiting the ludicrous amounts of droids hulking around. Equally so she was alone, bar two security droids who were standing behind her as she sipped on her mug, awaiting word from her sister on how much longer she would have to stay put in order to stop militant anti-capitalist protesters from breaking the gates down and forcing Natalie into a state of fear.

Although, the protesters weren't the thing she needed to be scared of the most. In fact, they were a distraction by her ever illustrious fellow board member Lunara Ochenta who was extremely jealous of Natalie's ever lasting youth, though that was because she was a vampire and not because she got lucky in the birth lottery. Alas, all 100 protesters were merely actors she had hired in order to make the job for her actual assassin, [member="The Matador"], get the job done a bit faster.

The main bulk of the droids on site were actually at the gates in order to pose some sort of actual threat to the "green activists" (the green meaning money, not the environment).

"I don't get paid enough for my job." Sighing once more, looking up to speak to the droids behind her, of course they wouldn't reply but at least she would like to think they could understand her.

For reference:

Security Droid
Lunara Ochenta

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​The Matador sat perched high on a crane within the construction site, the visor within his helmet allowing him to examine the site that his target was residing within from hundreds of metres high in the air. There was a large grouping of protestors just outside of the construction site, guarded by a total of eight large mechanised droids. The construction site itself was almost a maze, full of half built buildings and broken down vehicles and massive crane structures.

​The Matador disengaged his visors scope, taking a moment to shift on the edge of the crane, his legs were patient but he wished to keep them awake, the even present wait of OriBuir resting on his back, made him away of just how hard the fall would hurt. His eyes shifted downward, examining the crowd beneath him.

​He didn't understand why Lunara had hired so many for this, he doubted this task would be entirely difficult. Even if the number of droids were doubled and he had to face each. Though, he appreciated that the task at hand would be a tedious endeavour if he were to fight each droid before reaching his target.

​The Matador felt a the vibrations of the cold gale as a deep blue hue sat into the sky, night was settling in and therefore the heat of day began to dissipate. The Matador activated the thermal vision component of his visor, suddenly becoming aware of the position of his target.

​He leapt down from the crane, landing with a thud suppressed by a kinetic energy. The force softened his landing, arriving a couple yards away from the small site. The building was a partially constructed office, covered by duracrete walls and a single door on the upper level where his target resided. Opposite that was an opening guarded by two droids.

[member="Natalie LaForte"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

"What do you think of -... ugh. I should really design a personality matrix for you idiots. You're useless, incompetent and above all else..." she looked away wondering once again why she was even trying to communicate with them, before hearing the incessant giggle of a high pitched teenager that had been installed on their systems. "Why are you laughing at me?" Becoming paranoid all of a sudden at the childish laughter, reminding her of the years before which this generally meant a negative thing.

She stood up and groaned once more as she walked to the kitchen to get some more coffee. It was going to be a long night, she may as well not fall asleep during it. At that moment in time she also remembered that the droids had been set to guard mode and followed her into the small kitchen, the door just big enough to accommodate their hulking size. The sounds were distorted to her, seeming sleepy, rubbing her eyes once more to try and stop her head from falling into a boiling pot of hot water.

Something seemed... off tonight. She couldn't tell if it was because her very own creations were making fun of her, or because somebody had been sent to kill her... What? Why would somebody be sent to kill her at this time of the night. First of all, they wouldn't even be able to get in, the perimeter is locked tight... unless they were an expert bounty hunter. Blah, they couldn't even get to her without being noticed, if they were to be tracked by heat sensitive landmines, which were useful given everybody but 2 workers on the site were robots... unless they climbed up the crane. Her eyes fluttered as she looked out the crane, almost sure she saw something like a bird flying down to the ground below, shaking her head and slapping herself. The sound of the slap alerted the droids to noise and they activated their defense matrixes, which would usually be used for shooting down projectiles.

The only projectiles present were the steam droplets floating into the atmosphere, but that didn't stop them, each of them firing a weak round of lasers into the wall trying to shoot nothing down.

Natalie groaned once more.

[member="The Matador"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​The Matador dropped into a crouch, hiding behind one of the pillars that held up the building his target resided within. He had heard what sounded like the mechanised droids beginning to move. He had been careful not to give himself away, yet a hulking crimson being wasn't exactly difficult to spot.

​However it appeared he was incorrect, the droids had moved inside the building. As to what their motives were, he was unsure. Perhaps he was not alone in his mission, again causing him to think of the protestors who stood outside of the construction site. He didn't understand why exactly Lunara had went to so much trouble over one individual. [member="Natalie LaForte"], was his target. Lunara had given him a indepth dossier on his target, detailing all she had known about her. Which, wasn't very much at all regardless. However Lunara had warned him about her MCD battle droids, her guards.

​He was prepared. He used the force to throw himself upward, landing on the platform that acted as a balcony for the half constructed offices. Ahead of him was the large office that housed the droids. From a distance he couldn't quite get a measure of their height. The roof the building drew closer to eight feet in total and they had nearly encompassed all of it. His body was a few inches smaller than their own by his guess. His feet carried an audible thud as he walked inside. However, the sound was covered by the sound of rounds impacting against the wall.

​Following that, was an audible groan. The two hulking MCD'S were all but covering slivers of his target. Even so, he would be better suited to deal with the droids first. He felt the weight of Oribuir on his back once more, the weapon sliding into his dominant hand with ease. Most warriors likely couldn't use the weapon, but for the Matador the weapon's weight felt like something similar to a paperweight in his hands. He had to hunch to allow the weapons full size within the building, he felt the balance between the extended emitter blade and the hilt in his hand. He drew the weapon across to his right side, giving it more room as he brought the blade into both hands.

He felt the force at his heels, as he dashed forward; bringing the orange crystal to life within the hilt of the Zwiehander. The strike slashed through the lower torso of the first, the second turned as the blade rose between its legs and collided with the ceiling above it. The Matador yanked his hand backward, Oribuir coming free from the roof, slabs of concrete falling as the blade landed on the ground with a thud, the hilt lazily held in the tight grip of his left hand. He waited to see what she would do.

 

[Natalie LaForte]

The two droids continued giggling for a second and looked at eachother, although within seconds flicked around and looked at [member="The Matador"]. Natalie was still in the process of making her coffee when she heard the warning sound that the droids usually made when they tried to open fire. Strange. Still, she couldn't be bothered paying attention, usually they were hyper sensitive to anything that breathed let alone was actually trying to kill her.

A few of the rounds went off before the first fell, the damage they could actually deal against the heavily armored warrior negligible at best. By the time the second had fell she slammed her hands on the counter and looked round to see the man standing before her. In a blur of motion she scrambled to reach for her own light saber which she had foolishly left inside the meeting room locked inside a cabinet which only she knew the passcode for. There were visible signs of panic as the man regained from his attack, giving her only moments to muster a defense.

The only actual weapon she had on her was an emergency blaster that her company had overproduced, so she was forced to carry one everywhere she went; though she knew it would be no match in a prolonged engagement with the mercenary. In a panic, she reached for the blaster and the cup of coffee she had been slaving over for the past 3 minutes and threw it at the man, clearing hoping to try and burn the man evident by the steam coming off of the liquid. Hoping he would not have the reflexes or even the power of the force on his side, she fired several of the shots at the window she had seen him through just moments ago while attempting to make a poor vault, only worsened by the fact that she was not dressed for this occasion.

The only good thing was the distress signal... though that was only hooked up to a separate droid network, and the connection would be extremely poor delaying the message even further. She opted to hold back on pressing it, choosing to do it when the time was right.

Her heart raced as she tried to rationalize who would want to kill her; little did she know it was her largest business partner.

For reference: Z-Light gun

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​The Matador stood still as the coffee clashed with his breastplate with no effect. Moments later and his target had launched herself through glass, shards dropping both within the building and outside. The Matador clasped the blade of his weapon in both hands, the burning plasma coming to a shimmering silence as large thundering strides carried him outside of the building, passed the wreckages of the bodies and toward [member="Natalie LaForte"] ​with great bounding steps that carried him towards her at a speed unexpected of one so heavy.

​He charged towards her, waiting for her to make her next move. His blade held in both hands as he dashed forward with alarming speed with an intent to kill. The way she threw the hot liquid at him carelessly, didn't hold her ground. It could imply one of two things about her. Either she was a coward, like a sly Maalraas waiting for wounded prey before it strikes. Or, that she is retreating tactically, awaiting for a more opportune moment to face him. He assumed neither, but would expect and prepare for the latter. The worst thing one could do was underestimate an enemy.

 

[Natalie LaForte]

Natalie sighed as she fell down into the mud, her hands becoming stained with wet dirt. Surrounding her, glass shards with her knees now digging into some portions of her body, which for now just barely pierced skin deep, though with no time to precariously pick each one of them out she stood up as she heard the heavy but fast footsteps of [member="The Matador"] approaching. To her left was the building she had just tumbled out of, and to the right a concrete wall about 10 meters high. At the time, she felt like neither were even viable options to attempt to climb over, and with her now partially being injured due to the glass even her limited movement had now been impaired.

Even watching the man make a running charge at her she was unsure if she could outrun him, being in heels and given the weather conditions but she was not willing to give up so easily. Immediately, she began to sprint in the opposite direction and shooting aimlessly behind her in an attempt to provide some sort of suppressing fire, but God did she wish she had a lightsaber. If he closed the gap, that would probably be the end for her. Already at a disadvantage, she could already tell that unless the bolts hit him in an uncovered area of his body then the armor would simply shrug off the shots like they were nothing.

Eventually, she reached the end of the narrow corridor where there was a clearly defined section where the make-shift construction office ended and another one began, just small enough for a human to pass through, though she was still contemplating if trying to hide, run or fight back was the best option right now.