Red Rage (Steph)

[Willa Isard]

Willa had heard a rumor... not a big one, something small, something one of her contacts had given to keep her from shooting him while she had him in her sights. That had been enough to bring her here to Tatooine and she was watching the hutt through her sights. She had been tracking one thing... the spice and from the den to this place as she reached out with the force. The scope zoomed in tracking him for a moment before she fired getting a loud crack and there wasn't much left of the hutt to talk with. The sound of people coming in to protect the area

The second crack was to the guards droid as she relocated and found a third shot hitting a speeder with the transport and cargo. Her hand went to the machine pistol and she moved firing off a wire from the belova before she slid down and fired into the guards who had come out. The pops of the slug thrower while she moved to the crate and kicked it open looking at the red vials. It wasn't the best stuff but something that made people fly into rages and go blind after a time... with a powerful kick... Sounded like something she could attract with.

She had some spice and some of the other types they used to sell and Willa moved getting into the cloud car and started driving. To another cantina on Tatooine and some place she could set up on Mos Eisley. She needed to first get someone who could 'push' her stuff and she went to the cantina sitting in the corner with her pistol and she was watching the man. He was selling the spice as directed to females and pointing out each of them as she reached out to try and search them, if there was a chance she wasn't going to waste finding her.

[member="Steph Zenima"]

 

[Steph Zenima]

Fe-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood o-

CRACK!

The swinging sledgehammer came around like a rocket, shattering the jaw of the man who unfortunately stood in its path. There was no mercy today. If she had only aimed a few inches higher it would have been the temple and an immediate, yet less painful death sentence. Instead the poor bugger was driven to the ground by the force of the blow, teeth both dislodged and removed from his mouth.

“FAR'S EH GEAR?”

“WAH WLI WLAOAOORM!!!”

“AT'S NAE GOOD ENOUGH!”

There was a blood curdling scream as the hammer was raised high into the air and brought down in one fell swoop, cracking the unfortunate's head open like eggs for breakfast. Farewell, noble NPC, you will be remembered for a approximately five minutes.

The man in question was one of Zenima's usual dealers upon the dust bowl of Tattooine, who had turned up dry and therefore deserved to die. He never even good a chance to offer up an explanation, with his head kissing sledge within a matter of seconds. It wasn't like she couldn't get spice else where, good old Jeri would ply her with something sweet, something sinister but she didn't like the way it sent her head swimming.

Just some of the good old fashioned 'stim would keep her going.

It didn't take long for somebody to squeal. The Diamond in the Rough, cantina on Mos Eisley had a guy plying just what she needed to scratch that itch. Of course, Zenima was no conventional customer, she wasn't one to knock and get in queue. No siree. She came like a wrecking ball.

So the pint-sized terror burst into the cantina, with nothing but charm and guile and by that I mean shouting and swearing.

“H'MIN, MIN! FAR'S EH SPICE?!”

[member="Willa Isard"]

 

[Willa Isard]

[member="Steph Zenima"]

Willa's head came up and she held herself to the table to not move. There were many people in the galaxy but there was only one she knew who could or would come into a cantina smashing and yelling. Her eyes flared yellow a little and she was watching the woman as the man seemed scared, fearful of the woman with a sledgehammer and she gave a nod of her head as he displayed the different spice vials. She wasn't sure how content her old squad mate would be with just a few so she was ready.. As well for the les then impressive chance while she spoke and kept an eye on that hammer. "Steph? Is that you?"

 

[Steph Zenima]

Those accustomed with the path torn in the word by Stephanie Zenima didn't budge from their stools, some only craning their necks to catch the poor soul caught in her path.

Sledgehammer came up in a one-handed grip to tickle the seller's chin. No graphic violence just yet, but surely soon. Always soon. Her eyes lit up, as the vials came out for display. It soothed her soul like chicken soup to lay eyes upon sweet narcotics. One vial, two vial, three vial, four. Red. That'll do.

A voice chimed in asking if she was Steph but was mostly ignored, Zenima didn't even turn to look at the woman, more focused upon getting that fix. “Aye, who eh frak else wid ah be?” came the eventual response, eyes still gleaming upon the vials, sledgehammer still touching the underside of the dealer's chin.

“Ye're new on eh Tattooine scene, aye? New dealers shud at least gie some free samples, min.”

[member="Willa Isard"]

 

[Willa Isard]

[member="Steph Zenima"]

Willa looked at Steph and she came moving closer while looking at the man. "Give her what she wants." Her hand leaving the pistol but she remained ready to move and put that vahla quickness to the test before getting that little bit closer. "Come on now you know I don't touch the stuff, have it all he has served his purpose. He showed me you were still alive." She was wanting to embrace her, fighting the urge actually because that was her suadmate much like Rohn... or Brill. She was someone she could trust and hadn't had her back while she touched the hammer at the mans chin. "Steph please... I know the spice is good but I was your friend, we worked together. I'll get you all the spice you could want for just say you remember me."

 

[Steph Zenima]

Give her what she wants.

That sounded good.

Have it all.

That sounded even better.

He showed me you were still alive.

Now that was confusing. Still, when Zenima had her eyes on the narcotic-flavoured prize there was room for not other distraction. Get high first, deal with troubles later. The sledgehammer came down, leaving the man unharmed and vials for her own possession. Greedily she snatched a vial of the red sand, pouring it into her hand. Oh no, we don't tidy piles into neat little lines for consumption. No, without further ado she shoved the handful into her own face and inhaled.

It burned the back of her throat hard as it went down, and her head lurched backwards with great shuddering glee. Steph 'Vacuum Face' Zenima, at your service.

Just say you remember me.

Finally she turned to look at her supposed friend and former colleague. Willa Isard didn't know what was coming. When Anesia Jy'Vun had brought the pint-sized terror back from the brink of death she had implanted a few false memories. One specifically related to Havoc. She had still been with them, but the relationship was less than sweet. They had taken things from her, taken things that had never existed.

Havoc Squad had taken Steph Zenima's family, and by that I mean in a murdering sense. Of course, realistically that didn't make any sense, Havoc Squad worked for the Republic and though they operated in a less than savoury manner they weren't bad guys, at least not in a child and husband murdering fashion. But Stephanie didn't operate in realism.
“Ah remember you.”

Eyes flashed with rage at the killer of her fictional family fairy tale. The hammer was dropped and in an instant the small form of Miss Zenima went charging towards her former squadmate and she leapt in the air, aiming to tackle the other woman.

[member="Willa Isard"]

 

[Willa Isard]

[member="Steph Zenima"]

"Oh Frak!" Willa was moving back, when Steph came at her she hadn't been expecting the fire or emotions but she was prepared for an attack... She expected a love tap a Steph smash, something like a boob punch or her headbutting her. Now Willa was moving back and pushing the force into her limbs to be more limber, get more speed as she spoke in surprise. "Steph I know you might be mad but I swear I wasn't the one who threw your stuff out. Rohn cleared it and broke your water pipes." She moved to a table and stood up on it not taking the pistol out yet just holding her hands and focusing on the hammer. "I am your friend Steph we served together. You convinced me to get your face tattooed on back. Above the Havoc symbol you should still have your."

 

[Steph Zenima]

OOC: Terribly sorry for not posting, I really lost my groove but I'm getting it back.

The beast reared as the Havoc Squad member moved up onto the table before her.

Might be mad?

On a usual day, Zenima stood as a pint-sized creature of spice-fuelled rage and chaos but when it came to Havoc Squad it was an entirely different kind of madness. A sorrowful, mournful kind of rage that actually had a tingling of real emotion instead of just blunt trauma induced madness. This was a variety of rage that she hadn't felt for centuries. The rarely comprehended notion of love and loss, even if it was completely falsified.

Thrown out of her stuff?! As if she cared about stuff (spice notwithstanding). What of her family?! Of her children?! Tattoos be damned, Havoc be DAMNED!

The woman of course verbalised none of this, and brought the sledgehammer up in the air and down again upon the table, hoping to unbalance Willa and throw her off of the furniture.

[member="Willa Isard"]

 

[Willa Isard]

[member="Steph Zenima"]

Oh frak oh frak oh frak running running running. Willa's mind was racing as she saw the hammer coming down and it impacted the table, she wasn't unbalanced she was launched. Her weight less then her body might suggest with no bones while she went up into the air grabbing as a vent overhead while she yelped. "FRAK" She wasn't liking where this was going now and scrambled to move quickly for a moment before she dropped down. "Come on now I know things were bad but I didn't think it was this bad" Willa dropped down and scrambled to another table while she put it between herself and Steph... "I am not here to hurt you and don't make me burn you."

 

[Steph Zenima]

[member="Willa Isard"]

Poor Willa, left completely unaware at the manipulation that had taken place upon the table of Anesia Jy Vun, with Steph not verbalising her extreme gripes with Havoc Squad it left the question hanging up in the air:

Why so furious?

The table splintered where the sledgehammer impacted but unfortunately there was no longer a woman there to be unbalanced. Zenima snarled, spinning around on her heel to see where her prey had scurried off to now.

There was an itch behind her eyes.

Didn't think it was this bad?! “DIV YE 'HINK AT SCARES ME?!” she screamed, dashing forward once more with the hammer in tow, bringing it down upon the table that was now between them. “BURN ME! COME OAN, YE SCHUTTA!”

 

[Willa Isard]

[member="Steph Zenima"]

Willa moved as she heard her yelling and kicked off the ground while she focused, the energies around her palms sparking with twin snaps of her fingers. She focused more upon the goddess and the ember drawing and sending all she could. She knew it was dangerous... hell she knew most of her brothers and sisters had fallen into sway serving the goddess and the Dark Lord with their high priestess [member="Darth Isolda"]. Willa focused moving back and snarling as she shouted. "FINE THEN." With a snarl and small roar she threw her hands forward and sent two jets of flame at the woman pushing the force to guide it and assault at her mind to get her to calm down.