Moira Skaldi
Paperclip Maximiser
[member="HK-36"], [member="McNeal"], [member="Aedan Miles"]
HRDs were, when all was said and done, generally not subtle constructs, except when a deft hand, a hidden dagger was needed to blend in and hide their nature until the right moment to strike at come. Here no such games were needed and so Moira made no attempt to hide what she truly was, a remorseless killing machine.
A Sith trooper took aim at her, she was faster and then BAM he was dead, a bolter round having blown apart a good chunk of his armour. More Sith troopers were slain, hewed down by her chainsword, thrown into walls and taken out by blunt trauma, simply gunned down, sometimes by their own weapons. Rounds peppered her heavy ultrachrome armour but she advanced onward, relentless in her pursuit of death and destruction. Blaster bolts whizzed across the hangar as the Devastator-class heavy fighters unleashed an overwhelmning barrage, joined by the e-web and repeater fire from the soldiers of the Iron Company.
No exultation, no emotion written across Moira's face as blade and bolter found new targets, for she was not designed for that. Anyone not on their team was a hostile and thus a target. One might say that HRDs like her openly represented the Galaxy's dark side, but equally they were open about it, stripped of all convenient rationalisations and justifications that organics so often used to justify their desire for power, bloodshed or riches. Of course, it was still ironic that she was the one designed to look human and blend in, yet between the two of them HK was the more 'humane' one, whereas she was incapable of mercy...except when it suited her purposes to fake it. Under other circumstances she might have seen the use of prisoners to...upgrade them, but not here.
Between the Iron Knights, the Devastators and Moira the hangar was soon purged and for now her bolter fell silent, the HRD quickly reloading a fresh magazine of death dealing explosive bolts.
HRDs were, when all was said and done, generally not subtle constructs, except when a deft hand, a hidden dagger was needed to blend in and hide their nature until the right moment to strike at come. Here no such games were needed and so Moira made no attempt to hide what she truly was, a remorseless killing machine.
A Sith trooper took aim at her, she was faster and then BAM he was dead, a bolter round having blown apart a good chunk of his armour. More Sith troopers were slain, hewed down by her chainsword, thrown into walls and taken out by blunt trauma, simply gunned down, sometimes by their own weapons. Rounds peppered her heavy ultrachrome armour but she advanced onward, relentless in her pursuit of death and destruction. Blaster bolts whizzed across the hangar as the Devastator-class heavy fighters unleashed an overwhelmning barrage, joined by the e-web and repeater fire from the soldiers of the Iron Company.
No exultation, no emotion written across Moira's face as blade and bolter found new targets, for she was not designed for that. Anyone not on their team was a hostile and thus a target. One might say that HRDs like her openly represented the Galaxy's dark side, but equally they were open about it, stripped of all convenient rationalisations and justifications that organics so often used to justify their desire for power, bloodshed or riches. Of course, it was still ironic that she was the one designed to look human and blend in, yet between the two of them HK was the more 'humane' one, whereas she was incapable of mercy...except when it suited her purposes to fake it. Under other circumstances she might have seen the use of prisoners to...upgrade them, but not here.
Between the Iron Knights, the Devastators and Moira the hangar was soon purged and for now her bolter fell silent, the HRD quickly reloading a fresh magazine of death dealing explosive bolts.