The Beaten Path

[Jynx]

"And what are you going to do when they smell us instead of seeing us?"

She really didn't like the idea of post-sewer-adventure laundry. The smell would be on her boots and all over the bloody ship.

"How about we try and use these cloaks to get past the current security. It'll pay off in the sense that we all don't end up getting sniffed out - literally."

The hard part was that they probably needed to dispatch the stationed guards to get through. And accomplishing that without disturbing the other guards would be quite difficult. The cloaks weren't enough for them just to casually stroll past and so Jynx was scanning with assistance from the mask's HUD systems and looking for another weak spot in the security.

[member="Halifax McCade"] | [member="[COLOR=rgb(235,235,235)]Acaleus[/COLOR][COLOR=rgb(235,235,235)] Thorn"] |[/COLOR] [member="[COLOR=rgb(235,235,235)]Prostices Elmnar"] | [/COLOR][member="Vigil"]

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

The assassin didnt moved, the cloak was extended on the ground, covering a line of rocks, appearing like someone laying there "Oh you are part of the Team B" The real Acaleus was standing two meters back, pointing the grenade launcher of the Skorpion Evo into the back neck of the Kel-Dor. The scanner noticed someone approaching, so he prepare a bait. The other plan would´ve been preparing bombs there, but that would alarm everyone.

He kept the sub-machine gun away, and force pulled the cloak, wrapping his body again "We need to get on the compound. The poison would produce nothing if nobody drink it" Using a ventilation system was too obvious. Same logic with the roof or trying to enter through the service entrance. A second later he retreat as long as he could, having the compound at his back. He turned and run for it "Follow me!". Using the force to jump higher. A moment later, he was flying through the contaminated air, reaching the wall. The crash was soften by the use of the Force, so Acaleus just grab the wall using a ledge. In seconds he climb until he was in a apparently thick wall

With his eyes closed, he felt everything on the other side. It was difficult, so he didnt rush. There wasnt any sign of life form, but it didnt stopped at that. Any movement on the room or alley was important. The presence of a droid could represent a problem. When there was nothing on the other side, he cut the wall in a circle form with the wrist lightsaber and force pushed the debri into the room using his left hand. He was on somekind of corridor, standing in the middle. At least there wasnt any infrared detectors on the floor, as it was commonly use place, but not now with the guests. He lifted the circle debri ready to place it into the wall, but he waited for [member="Vigil"] . If he didnt hurry, the assassin would close the gap and leave to the kitchen.

[member='Macoda Haberon'] [member='Halifax McCade'] [member='Xiarr Sair'] [member='Prostices Elmnar'] [member='Baghead']

 

[Hadrian Bjormund]

Mac was relieved when he was able to take off his gas mask once he stepped inside the base of the slavers. He followed [member="Miss Blonde"] and several other mercs as they walked down a white corridor. His boots thudded as he walked besides a merc who was clearly a force user. Mac could sometimes tell when someone was a force user, and this one exuded a dark energy like the Zambranos he had encountered. The pirate wasn't force sensitive, but that didn't mean he couldn't feel the energized air that surrounded her. Though he was at least a foot taller than the force sensitive merc, it didn't stop the hair on the back of Mac's neck from standing up. He knew that physical prowess didn't do one much good when against a force user. But now was not the time for Mac's fear of force users to get the better of him. As the group was following the disheveled slaver down the corridor, the pirate remembered the panic attack that he had suffered at the hands of Lady Kay's force push. Mac touched his axes that were holstered at his sides which calmed him down.


He shifted his thoughts elsewhere as he looked behind him at the two War Dogs that were carrying a massive crate of golden credits.

What could Miss Blonde possibly be buying with that many credits?

Mac knew he would find out eventually, just as he knew that Miss Blonde wouldn't in fact be buying whatever it was.

[member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Vigil]

The sewers would pose a problem. There may be security within them, and he would have to be careful not to break any alarms. Yet at the same time, Acaleus's determination to make as straight a line as possible was... reckless. It was a conundrum.

As an AI, he could think at paces that made the world seem to move in slow motion around him, while he contemplated what to do. As he considered his options, Acaleus was still slowly cutting through the wall, and the others were still moving into the sewer. Though come to think of it, how did Acaleus intend for Vigil and the others to *enter* after him? It was quite the climb up to him, and he'd be entering several floors up, posing a completely different challenge than the scent or sewers would.

Now the hole was made, and two were in the sewers. Vigil had to make a choice, and he made his conclusion with ease. Time sped up to normal speed, as he turned to face Jynx. "Take this." He withdrew a vial from inside his 'coat', handing it over to her. "This is the most suitable poison for our needs, tasteless and it takes a half minute to fully take effect. Enough time for everyone to drink that we need to take a drink. Follow our... straight forward friend up on the wall in, and head to the main kitchen. You'll likely have to spend much time getting up there, but one of you needs to take this in case you arrive first. I'll attend to the others in the sewers, if all goes as planned we should arrive at roughly the same time and I can administer the poison in the correct quantity myself. But in case I don't, only pour half of the vial into any one bottle. There will be likely two bottles, and they both need to be poisoned."

With that, he offered a nod of his head, and motioned to Acaleus to wait for her. Vigil wasted no time following Elmnar and Halifax into the sewers, easily catching up to the both of them. He withdrew a second vial, showing it to the both of them. "This is our poison, I made it myself for this occasion. Now, we should hurry along. One of our allies is attempting a more direct route, which may endanger us taking this far safer one. I doubt they'll be caught, but we cannot afford to waste time at all. So if we can locate a map..."

[member="Halifax McCade"] | [member="Prostices Elmnar"] | [member="Jynx"] | [member="Acaleus Thorn"] | [member="Tanya Thiran"] | [member="Xiarr Sair"] | [member="Baghead"] | [member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="Macoda Haberon"]

 

[Keira Priest]

"I still refuse to take responsibility for that. Besides, I'm capable of nonviolence every once in awhile. It's just not my fault if they get a few broken bones in the process." The pair had a history, that was more than evident from the way they spoke, and it only made Keira more grateful to be back in the game once more. There was a certain rhythm the two tended to settle into on a job together, and it seemed nothing about that had changed even after so long a time spent apart. They were still aware of every nuance in regards to how the other operated, just as it always had been and would continue to be. Keira may have been capable of far more singular destruction by herself, but it was Blonde who'd always held the cards, and both were okay with that.

Even as they entered the building she didn't remove her helmet, keeping it sealed and in place for the purposes of anonymity. However, she did allow herself to breathe in the natural air, cutting off supply from the built-in oxygen system with a few movements of her eyes. As they walked through the facility she let the three-hundred-sixty degree range of vision her helmet encompassed do the majority of the work for her, silently observing their enemy with more than a little distaste as what passed for supposed military regulation. At one point she had served in the Republic, and was well aware of what fell within the bounds of proper uniform and what stepped way out of line.

Her disdain for true Imperials ran high, but somehow these pretenders were even more of an annoyance, their forced professionalism distasteful to say the least. If the need arose she knew that she was fully capable of killing most everyone housed within the facility efficiently and systemically with little outside assistance, but Blonde had specifically instructed that it not come to that. While she never made any promises, she for once would do all in her power not to take life unnecessarily. But that didn't mean she couldn't contemplate the satisfaction of it as they walked through the halls.

[member="Macoda Haberon"], [member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Jynx]

[member="Halifax McCade"] | [member="Prostices Elmnar"] | [member="Vigil"] | [member="Acaleus Thorn"] | [member="Miss Blonde"] |

"Hmm. That is quite a fast acting poison. We better move quick then."
The poison too fast. If somebody were to prematurely try the drinks then the rest would've gotten a morbid early warning. Still, it was too late to ask Vigil to synthesize another. They'd have to make do. Wasting no time, Jynx took the task of scaling the wall, up to where their... confident ally had created an entrance.

She opened up her comm-link, "There's no guarantee that they'll all drink the poison within 30 seconds. Looks like we're going to have to take out some stragglers. Sewer team, signal the rest of us once you're inside. That or I'll probably smell you guys first. Haha!"
Lame jokes aside, if one of them were to be caught it'll probably compromise their entire mission.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Blonde let out a slight chuckle in response to Keira's words. While her friend certainly could have some restraint, it was rather hard to get out of her. It was like asking a wild Vornskr "Hey, maybe don't rip into that carcass so fast." Which as you know really wasn't a thing that happened all too often, but this time around Blonde was feeling lucky.

Or at least she was right up until she saw what was happening on the inside of the facility. Within the halls of the building there were all manners of gross violations in human rights. Downtrodden slaves with broken souls forced to clean disgusting hallways on all fours with their tongue as a cleaning apparatus. Groups of fake imperials kicking their sides and laughing at their clear and utter misery. Blonde knew she was a terrible person. Hell, she was the devil in a suit and tie. But this, this was something she would never do. It was wrong, and it filled her with anger.

But if Blonde was anything, it was disciplined. So when she spoke she made sure to keep the clear amount of discomfort and rage out of her tone.

"So you guys get your uniforms from Charlie? I heard he's been picking up a lot of uniforms from the First Order." Making small talk as they proceeded down the hall, the young man shook his head in response. That only irritated Blonde slightly.

A few more paces later and they had arrived in a rather large room. In the center of it was a lounge area and sitting in one of the elongated sofas was none other than the leader of this cruel little outfit. A man dressed in the all black officer's uniform of the First Order blew rings of smoke from a hutt sized hookah, he sat rather casually and looked as if he had the temperament of a sedated beast. With his legs sprawled and two rather strung out slave girls laying on each of them, his gaze picked up revealing his face as an older gentleman with scars across it and medium length greying black hair.

"Blonde. So glad you could make it. You seem like you are doing well. Come and sit with me." The man assumed to be Roark said with a rather doped up smile on his face.

"I was wrong to ask you to restrain them, Miss Nothing. When I give the signal, you kill every last one of his @&$#ing guards along the perimeter. Leave their leadership alive." Blonde said softly on in helmet and earpiece comms as to keep it discrete.

"Well woman you gonna leave me sitting here by myself?" He asked with a cocky chuckle leaving his mouth this time.

Stepping out of the shadows of the hallway and into the droll low blue light of the main room, Blonde and the others would be able to get an accurate count of all the guards in the room. They were looking at about seven bodies total. Two posted at this door, two over at the other side, two rovers, and one rather ugly looking gentleman standing next to Roark with what was clearly a vibro whip at his side.

"And you, Pirate. You axe murder the fugly dude on his side. Make it extra messy." And with that little piece of the private conversation, Blonde activated the vocalizer on her mask and spoke aloud.

"Roark you son a queen! How long has it been? I wanna say since you were kicked out of the Red Ravens? Awful bit of business that was, I'll have you know that orange queen was responsible for it. But hey the past is the past and you seem to of landed on your feet pretty well. What's this operation of yours pulling down? Seven figures at least?" Blonde said in her most pleasant of tones.

Roark laughed and took a hit from his hookah in response. Soon he'd sit up a bit and slap either one of his slave girls get them off his legs. It made Blonde cringe slightly.

"You know it, now let's do business!" Roark said as Blonde sat down.

Now it was coming down to the infiltration team, and they had their work cut out for them. They seemed to be lacking a cohesive plan and perhaps Blonde was wrong to trust them in being able to form one on their own. What with people cutting holes in the facility and entering hallways where they could easily be spotted or at the very least notice that there's a gaping @&)#ing hole in the wall where there wasn't just a few moments ago. If Blonde had been there to witness it then she surly would be face palming and follow that up by reprimanding the crap out of whoever's bright idea that was.

But regardless, they hadn't been discovered just yet but they now had blind spots to worry about as they could not cover up the fact there were signs of their infiltration. But thankfully having checked her data logger to see her team's whereabouts with the trackers on the cloak, she was quite capable of adjusting plans to suit operational needs.

[Text] Sewer team, change of plans. More than likely once things start popping off their off duty garrison will spring into action. Since you are underground and in the sewers, find the area beneath their room and plant explosives. Afterwards you're to silently kill any fake imperial you come across. Whoever made it into the halls, make a B-line straight to the kitchen. We've just sat down and they will more than likely be bringing out the refreshments I asked them to have within a few minutes. So hurry up and handle your business.

Hopefully they could cover this. She had faith in their ability as professionals.


[member="Halifax McCade"] | [member="Prostices Elmnar"] | [member="Jynx"] | [member="Acaleus Thorn"] | [member="Tanya Thiran"] | [member="Xiarr Sair"] | [member="Baghead"] | [member="Vigil"] | [member="Macoda Haberon"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Hadrian Bjormund]

Mac had experience both as a slave owner and a slave. When growing up on Fornow, his family owned several human slaves that would help with maintenance of the castle as well as farming, mechanical repair, and warfare. The slaves were never really slaves though. They were given proper food and shelter and medical care. They were given quite a bit of freedom for slaves. Punishments were harsh but they weren't obedient out of fear but rather out of respect. Mac was also enslaved at one point as a pit fighter. It wasn't for very long, perhaps six months to a year at most, time was hard to keep track of. While he certainly wasn't treated as an equal during his pit fighting days, at least he had garnered some fans.

But I was never treated like... this...

The giant pirate tried his best to stare forward, resisting the thought to look at the slaves. He failed though. As the band of mercs made their way down to the boss of this organization, they passed many horrible rooms. Mac saw the slavers torture slaves with such terrifyingly creative ways. He saw slaves forced to scramble around on the ground, trying to kill each other at the encouragement of the "First Order" slavers. He saw slaves cleaning the floors with their tongues, slaves forced to dance for the petty amusement of their masters. Mac saw slavers raping girls that were horrifyingly young. Mac wasn't against slavery per se. He could understand the need for it, or at least understand the reasons why slavery existed. But this wasn't slavery, there was no sane reason for what he had seen when walking down the corridor. Mac didn't know what all this was besides a sick nightmare.

By the time Mac and the band met the so called boss, he was seething. He tried his best to keep a casual demeanor, but he rested his hands on his axes. As far as Mac was concerned, these people were already dead. He was greedy for their blood. He wanted their blood to drip from his axes and to splatter across his face, to stain his clothes and cover his boots. It was such a good feeling. He was excited. The last time he felt like this before a fight, he had gotten so caught up in killing that he almost killed a friend of his. But he wouldn't have to restrain himself this time. So what if maybe a merc or two got in his way? He didn't know anyone really well and so he wasn't too concerned about their well being.

Mac had zoned out of the interaction between [member="Miss Blonde"] and Roark. But a smile slowly creeped across his face when he heard Blonde's special orders for him. He positioned himself beside Miss Blonde, standing directly across the fugly guy with the whip. The whip would do him little could at this distance, and Mac would make sure that things will get real messy indeed.

 

[Vigil]

Thirty seconds had been the approximate time Vigil had predicted. Rather than all at their leisure, business deals tended to celebrate success with a toast of sorts. Knowing Blonde, Vigil made the prediction the woman would realize this and utilize it to her advantage, proposing said toast herself for whatever reason she could imagine. It wasn't as though they'd have much reason to doubt her, it would be *their* drink after all. Regardless, knowing his talents did not extend into explosive work, the AI placed his hands on Elmnar and Halifax's shoulders, gently pushing them along. "Time is an enemy now, we had best proceed swiftly. I see a terminal up ahead for maintenance workers, in that alcove on the right."

Sure enough, there was an alcove protected from the waste. It was simple enough for Vigil to move past the two, and access the terminal itself. Ah, a four digit passcode, Vigil knew how to deal with this. Very quietly, he began to slice into the terminal, working his way through the different combinations. And after slicing his way in to locate the passcode, it was pretty simple to connect himself to the console itself to test the possible numbers at his thought speed. There were only 10,000 possible combinations, and varying degrees of probability. For instance, 1234, 1111, and 0000 were frequently used numbers, whilst 8056 tended to be used far less. It was merely a matter of time until..

Ah there it was. He punched in the numbers, 5678, and the console came to life. The beauty of being a machine. He retreated from the machine itself and gave a nod to the others. "Fifteen meters in that direction will take us to the off duty garrison. I would suggest Halifax sets explosives there while you head twenty meters down the pipeline in that direction. The garrison may also be in the rec halls, which lie in that direction. While you two do that, I'll see what else I can access from this terminal and forward you the maps." His presence wouldn't be noticed, of course. He hadn't tripped security on his way in..



[member="Halifax McCade"] | [member="Prostices Elmnar"] | [member="Jynx"] | [member="Acaleus Thorn"] | [member="Tanya Thiran"] | [member="Xiarr Sair"] | [member="Baghead"] | [member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="Macoda Haberon"]

 

[Jynx]

[member="Vigil"] | [member="Halifax McCade"] | @Protices Elmnar | [member="Acaleus Thorn"] |[member="Miss Blonde"]

She climbed into the entrance and besides Acaleus, it'd seemed that nobody was nearby.

"Better move quick! Somebody's going to notice the cool breeze soon enough." she moved leftwards of the entrance, trying to find a way to access the lower floors. As of now, she was going in blind. Though, if they were planning to poison a drink, there was bound to at least be some kind of food. The smell of it cooking could serve as a sign that she was near. Still, she was anywhere but close to the lower floors.
Perhaps the sewer team would be able to locate the kitchen, seeing as how they were probably on a close if not the same floor. As for now, it was just a matter of wandering around and finding a set of stairs.
"We're on friendly terms with the Faux-Order and somehow still can't acquire a map of the place. What fun"

 

[Keira Priest]

The moment [member="Miss Blonde"] gave her the clear to kill the guards Keira nodded silently, her stance shifting in a way only a trained warrior would recognize. Her left hand reached across her body to toy with the hilt of her beskad, not quite loosening the straps that held it within its sheathe just yet. She knew better than to give the guards in the room a reason to be on edge, as she knew the presence of the mercenaries surrounding Blonde were dong a good enough job of that already. They were resigned to watching and waiting, but for her that wasn't as nerve-wracking as it once had been. She was entirely at ease with waiting to see what would happen, as these were far from trained soldiers and posed more of a danger to themselves than anyone else.

In contrast to how [member="Macoda Haberon"] postitioned himself she remained behind and to the side of her old friend and employer, keeping herself free to move when it became a necessity, knowing she would have to be fast in order to prevent any of the men getting a draw on them. Carefully observant eyes observed each one of them from beneath her helmet, her HUD marking every one of them as enemies and indicating any further weaponry carried on their person. Most subscribed to rather standard armament aside from the sole individual that carried a vibro-whip, but he wasn't her problem. No, she only had six to deal with personally, but in comparison to all that she had faced in the past this was simple.

This wouldn't be near as gratifying as killing real Imperials, but it was a close second.

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

Acaleus force pull the circle in the wall after [member="Jynx"] entered, but he was already on the move. The whole done woudnt be noticed unless someone took a close look. The exact location of the kitchen was unknown, until he found a security guard. At the moment, he was wearing the cloak, so at the least, it would seem like a blur moving through the hallway. He reach a computer, hacking with a single program through "Use the cloak an try to follow me" he knew the location, and left it in the computer screen if needed.

Passing through groups of soldiers was fairly easy, as he was crawling through the ceiling using magnetics gloves, so nobody notice him. He reach the kitchen in less than a minutes, invisible and undetectable.

The cellar keeping the wines was close, but someone, maybe a chef, ordered a human to get the bottles to serve the guests "Im going sir!" Acaleus just crawled, entering the room when the assistance chef, grabbing a tray, got the door open. In a second, the assassin took him out without making a sound. Without spilling blood. And with a place to hide the body. The assassin took off the armor and wore the clothes of the dead guy in two minutes "Hey! Hurry up with that!" "S-Sorry sir!" nobody noticed the assistance, not at a ranged look at least, and Acaleus was able to imitate the voice almost perfectly. Using the force, he placed some wines in the tray and got out, looking down.

At that moment, the message of [member="Miss Blonde"] came in "The glasses for whatever god exists. Do i have to do everything?!" "Excuse me, im doing it"At the moment, he had his wrist lightsaber hidden in the sleeves, with a vial placed inside. The poison had no color, so it would never be noticed, and it had a tube, that went from the wrist band into his index finger. Everytime he grabbed a glass, a drop of poison was placed. Just one zip, of the mixed wine. Just one. Seconds later, the waittress where taking the trays with a bottle each "Sorry if i hurry things up Jynx..." thought. Although in a way, he didnt knew if she was one of the waittress.

[member='Macoda Haberon'] [member='Halifax McCade'] [member='Xiarr Sair'] [member='Prostices Elmnar'] [member='Baghead']

 

[Miss Blonde]

Burning eyes of hatred and intensity lay behind the lifeless visors of Miss Blonde's infamous gas mask, a look that had it been expressed would of told the man that the end was nigh for him and every one of his subordinates who drew breath. She was beyond livid and although every fiber in her body yearned to break this vile man's neck and dissolve his corpse in acid so there'd never be a trace of his existence, she decided that his life was not hers to take. So with calm breath of air rushing out of her nose, she took her seat across from the man. Her fingers tented as she did so and her legs crossed, it was time to get down to the more important parts of this little meeting.

"Three million as agreed upon." Blonde said with a snap of her fingers afterwards.

One of the two sets of War Dogs approached the dim setting of couches and rugs, with them they carried the long black trunk of credits. Setting it down once reaching the meeting area the two droids unlatched the lid and opened it to reveal the shining golden credit chips to the monster of a man. At the sight of the cash, the man's smile shifted from that of a intoxicated animal to a hungry and wanting wolf. A grin that Blonde herself was not unfamiliar with, and she of course knew what that meant.

"Did I say three million? I meant four. For emotional damages and my long awaited severance package, other than the graceful marks I was left. As pretty as they make me, I believe it's long overdue." He said in a snake oil tone of greed and ill contentment.

Now if there was anything Blonde hated, it was an nerf herder who didn't know their place in the world. Though there was one thing she hated more, and it was a greedy little narcissistic cruel nerf herder who definitely didn't know who he was talking to and his general place in the world. And while Blonde was certainly not the biggest fish in the Galaxy by a long shot, she was by far the most clever and cunning that would slit your throat from ear to ear then go out and have a nice meal without a second thought or remorse towards a man like Roark. So it was with great patience and restraint that her next words left her robotic laced vocalizer.

"Of course. Lutz, Franz! Here!" With another snap of her fingers a second group of tall lumbering battle droids approached and repeated the process of opening up another box of credits.

"That's six million, two more than what you have requested of me. So I'll be buying our little item, and I'll also would like to purchase some of your slaves. You see I'm opening a new hotel and casino on Nal Hutta and I need staff, staff that I can give up to the local Hutts should they ask for them. You understand. Now I'm willing to give you this if you allow me to see some of your stock right now." With the words of a businesswoman flowing, Roark's smile vanished to a look of contemplation.

"Done, I'll have my officers bring our finest stock." He responded.

Two things never failed to sway the minds of lesser men. Greed for money and for women, and Roark seemed to have a weakness for both. It had taken a few minutes, but soon a group of men dressed in the imperial garb of officers leading a column of twenty chained men and women entered the room. An brutish overseer cracked a whip against one's back and a pained cry of agony echoed across the drolly light room.

"A drink to our sale then? I have the bottle you requested, they're bringing it up now." Roark then chuckled and smiled once more with the expression of a man who had it all. Pathetic.

"Speak of the devil." Blonde said as she noted a waitress entering the room.

Holding a tray of expensive wine glasses and a bottle that read Queen Mother's Blood, the young woman made way to the lounge and set the tray down. Soon after Roark's officers swarmed the table all of them picking up a glass for what would be a toast to vast sums of wealth.

"Are your associates going to drink?" Roark asked as he picked up his glass.

Following in after him, Blonde grabbed a crystal glass and held it up by her side. She looked to her two employees and shook her head towards him.

"I'm afraid not, I pay them to stand there and look pretty not enjoy the finer things in life. This right here, this is reserved for people of your caliber." And with that she raised her glass and then gave her little toast.

"To new beginnings. Cheers." Placing a tube in the red liquid the wine poured itself into a small reservoir in her mask giving the illusion of drinking.

Everyone else among them all took a deep swig and there were a round of content sighs afterwards.

"It's a real shame." Blonde said as she swirled the wine around her glass in a methodical motion.

"What is? The fact that you just made me a millionaire? That I'm gonna expand this operation tenfold? Or the fact that I'm the first person to pry an extra mil from your tight ass?" He said with another laugh and drink of his wine afterwards.

"No, of course not. It's just a waste of good wine is all." Blonde said as she set the glass to the side.

"Miss Nothing, Pirate." Blonde said addressing the two behind her.

"You know what to do, and do be mindful of our friends over there." She of course referenced to the slaves.

With the orders to kill the guards and spare the leadership given, Blonde had only hoped that the sewer team was taking care of their little problem of the off duty garrison. They'd have enough problems taking care of the active ones along the path to recover her prize. Because things were about to explode and this place would erupt into a full blown conflict area in a few minutes.

[member="Halifax McCade"] | [member="Prostices Elmnar"] | [member="Jynx"] | [member="Acaleus Thorn"] | [member="Tanya Thiran"] | [member="Xiarr Sair"] | [member="Baghead"] | [member="Vigil"] | [member="Macoda Haberon"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Hadrian Bjormund]

Mac was tense, analyzing the conversation between [member="Miss Blonde"] and Roark for Blonde's signal. He was as tight as a coil, ready at a moments notice to spring with anticipation. His heart began to beat faster as he awaited the moment where he would take the fugly overseer fully unawares. They had no idea what was coming. Mac tried his best to keep a calm composure, to not portray his thoughts. His hands rested on the axes that were holstered on each side. All of a sudden, his time had come. Blonde barely had enough time to finish her order before Mac drew his axes and took two long steps and hurled his body into the overseer, knocking them both to the ground.

Chaos erupted in the room. The slaves screamed in fear and the disheveled slavers took too long to process what was happening. The overseer had his breath knocked out of him, and Mac was too close for him to use his whip. He tried to reach for it nonetheless as he scrambled to get up but it was in vain. Mac was already up and cold cocked him in the head with his right ax. He fell on his back and Mac stood over him, bringing both of his axes down onto the man's chest with a wet crunch. Blood splattered across Mac's clothes and face. He brought his axes back up and swung them down a second time, and a third, and a fourth till the overseer's mid section was a bloody pile of mush.

It was sooo cathartic.

Mac stood up and looked at his axes which were just drenched in blood. Warm blood saturated his clothes and dripped from his face as well. He then quickly dispatched the two guards who were managing the slaves. Ah, each kill felt sooo good. Mac looked around, a painted red devil with twirling axes.

Ohhhhhh. I'm just getting started.

[member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Prostices Elmnar]

Elm sped through the hallway to the garrison, not caring if Halifax was near. She began placing explosives, as the area was clear. Her cloak remained on. When she was out, she stepped back, and got ready to detonate, calling out for Halifax to finish getting his up and hyper e hell out. Hen, A soldier turned the corner. Seeing the wall of explosives he began readying to call for back up to investigate. He never got a chance to speak, as a blaster bolt was between his eyes.

'Thank the force for silencers.' She thought to herself, hiding the silenced pistol beneath her cloak. Hopefully everything was going well up top.

[member="Macoda Haberon"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="Acaleus Thorn"]
[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member="Jynx"]
[member="Vigil"]

 

[Vigil]

Vigil, meanwhile, had downloaded the maps for the facility, and begun sending them out to other members of the teams, making sure they all got what they needed to begin the elimination of hostiles. And then he left, calmly activating his holoprojectors to appear as one of the guards as he made his way into the facility itself. He withdrew the Series 9 and added the silencer before he proceeded to walk through the facility, calmly eliminating guards and making his way to the meeting room. He very much wanted to see for himself the effects of his lovely toxins, and ensure the elimination of anything that might pose a problem.

Some of the active duty guards rushed past him on their way to the meeting room, and he joined in, reloading his weapon on the go. They didn't seem to find anything strange, his holo disguise and voice mimicry was perfect. By the time the group would realize their mistake, all of them would be unable to do a thing about it.

Muffled shots, and the door burst open as one of the guards fell onto the ground. Vigil sighed quietly, withdrawing his extremely distinctive Series 44, still in this human 'traitor' disguise, as he loaded the seven shot revolver calmly. "Apologies to keep you waiting, Miss Blonde. I hope my paralytic was to your satisfaction?" The one guard on the ground gave a half scream, before the bullet ripped his mind asunder. Literally.

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[Keira Priest]

A flick of her fingers over the sheathe loosed the straps holding the beskad in place and drew the blade in one fluid motion, pulling it up and across in order to deflect the blaster bolts fired by the guards present, the alchemized properties of the weapon making such a feat possible. With her right hand she took up her tomahawk, throwing it and impacting one of the guards in the chest, the sharp crack of broken bone echoing in the close quarters. Her form blurred as she darted forward at inhuman speeds, blade piercing directly through the chest of the second of the three that remained. Had these been properly trained military men it would have been more of a fight, but all they amounted to were criminals playing dress-up.

Her tomahawk was wrenched from the chest of the guard it had initially impacted and thrown again, this time burying itself in the throat of the final adversary, crimson spraying outwards as he fell to the ground in his death throes. A flourish of her beskad rid it of some of the blood, and she slid it smoothly into its sheathe, calling her tomahawk back to her grasp with a twitch of her hand and hooking it back on her belt. A single look communicated to Blonde that the deed was done as if the carnage surrounding them didn't prove that point already, and without a word she walked calmly back over to once more stand behind and to the side of the woman as if nothing had happened in the first place.

An absent movement of her left hand worked the straps across the hilt of the beskad back into place, and she was once again a passive observer awaiting Blonde's word before taking action.

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[Jynx]

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Jynx ran through the hallways towards the hangars. Vigil's maps made it relatively easy to guess where any survivors were headed. She approached a narrow hallway from the side, with the sound of footsteps drawing near. Jynx was around the corner, blade drawn, and waiting for the sounds to get closer. There were three sets of footsteps coming.
Awaiting for the correct moment, she threw out an arm, sword in the other hand and clotheslining an unlucky bastard. In one motion, she spun the other arm around to slash the other who stopped mid-run in surprise and before turning onto the first.

The last one was still running away and rapidly approaching the hangar.
"Come back! I have to get paid for something." Still, he ran with Jynx now in pursuit.

 

[Miss Blonde]

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It was funny how people reacted to violence. Some people like Keira ran towards it and full heartedly embraced the carnage. Slaves ducked down in fear and self preservation, and others simply froze up. Roark's guards in this instance were the latter with very few of them even managing to get a shot off before they were savagely cut down in sprays or splatters of blood and viscera. Though how Blonde reacted was rather cold, distant, as if what was happening here was as familiar to her as breathing. God, what the hell had happened? That thought entered her mind for a moment, and it caused her to look where she stood. What was she even doing here? How long has this been her life? How did she get here? All these thoughts slowly crawled their way into her brain as she simply stood there waiting for everything to be over, but before she could finish any thought relating to her existential based questions, there was a small tapping sensation around her foot.

"You... queen... what-what did you... do to... us?" Roark lay there on the ground along with his group of several officers.

With her head getting back in the game, the crime lord knelt down as Keira came to her side. At around that moment vigil spoke wanting praise for his poison, and of course Blonde was never shy of commending good work when it was done. His little concoction had done exactly what she wanted it to do. It had immobilized the villainous men and reduced them to having the physical constitution of a deboned fish.

"It seems to be quite effective Mister V, I thank you for the wonderful work." She said as she looked over to Vigil, still squatting on the ground as she did so.

"Look... at me... queen." Roark said as he weakly tugged against her pant leg.

Her lifeless gas mask shifted over to him and her soulless visor stared into Roark, and it's sheer and utter lack of emotion spoke volumes towards how she felt in this moment. She felt empty, in her younger days a moment like this where she'd arrest the bad guy and haul him off to jail would make her feel excited and happy like she was making a difference. Now it was only a deep emptiness of another job, another dead piece of @&#% someone would replace while she still drew breath for all the vile things she had done. There was no god.

"I envy you, you know that Roark?" Blonde said as she gently pat the man on his head.

"W-wh-what?" he began to stutter more and more as his chest constricted.

"I envy you. While I'd never do anything like torturing slaves or even owning them in the first place, I've done way more vile things. Men, women, children. I've lost how many of their deaths I'm responsible for, entire cities just wiped out. It's an enigma to me why I'm still here. Why I have a life with everything I could ever want. To be honest I don't even need the money I'm going to make from selling your item." Blonde then sat herself down in front of Roark with her knees slightly pushed up towards her chest and pregnant stomach.

"I envy you because you're getting what you so rightfully deserve. It just doesn't make any sense that I'm the one whose giving it to you. I don't know Roark, I really don't. Maybe in some way this is me living out some fantasy of what it'd be like for the universe to finally give me my come-uppins. Maybe I'm just bored. Whose to really say? All I know is that the universe is a strange and often confusing place, and when you're gone it won't even bat an eye." Blonde gave Roark one last pat on the head before standing up.

Reaching into her coat the woman pulled out a sleek metallic blaster pistol and primed it. Its electronic hum sounded softly and there was another tug on her shoe.

"P-please... don't... kill me." Roark said as he grew weaker and weaker.

Blonde let out a chuckle in response before speaking, it was all quite humorous to her.

"Oh I'm not gonna kill you Roark." Blonde then leveled her pistol at a target then fired.

Her plasma bolt flew fast through the air and struck the main locking mechanism on the slave's group chain causing their collective shackles to unlock and fall to the ground.

Walking up to the ragged and mistreated slaves, Blonde eyed them up and down before speaking.

"Basic?" She asked.

Shaking their heads the group of men and women apparently didn't speak the language of the Galaxy. They must of been picked up from wild space or the unknown regions then, however Blonde didn't need them to speak the language for what came next.

Walking over to the boxes of golden credits, she looked at it before tossing its contents. What everyone had expected to be credits was far from it, rather the first two rows of the chest contained a lid holding the credits and the rest was a false bottom. As credit chips spilled onto the floor, so did weapons. Knives and blades of sick and twisted designs made to not only kill an opponent but hook in and make their last few moments hell on earth, blonde had even made sure to coat the blades with Devonian poison to increase the amount of pain tenfold.

Blonde picked up one of the weapons and walked over to one of the slaves and held the blade in front of him. She then with her other hand pointed over towards Roark and the officers paralyzed on the ground.

"I don't know what kind of person you were before you became a slave, I don't know if you were good or evil and quite frankly I don't care. But what I do know is that if there is a right and wrong in this @&%#ed up reality we call life, this is right. He needs to die by your hands, not mine." Blonde dropped the wicked pain inducing blade into the frightened man's hands before giving him a nod.

With slow and fearful steps the slave approached Roark and the officers, and as he did so others followed picking up different weapons from off the floor. Slowly they encircled the group of fake imperials with their weapon gripped and ready.

"No... please..." Roark and other paralyzed men meekly protested.

It was at that moment that Blonde made her way towards [member="Vigil"] and the door, and behind her left within her wake were the sounds of blades entering flesh and the screams that accompanied them. Countless stabs and thrusts that signaled the end for Roark and this operation.

"Let's go." She said never once looking back.

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[Vigil]

"Please, call me Orwell. Mr. Orwell if you must." He chuckled a bit, glancing at the remains of the guard he'd shot with the series 44. Quite a mess really, not as bad as the one with axe marks but, not the most delightful of sights. A pity, they made such a poor career choice. Ah well.. such things couldn't be helped. He clucked his tongue and followed Blonde out of the room, pulling back the hammer of his weapon again. "Nasty bit of business. Though I admire the chance to see his fear. I had hoped to question him regarding it, though the experience was enlightening none the less."

Some would call 'Orwell' and his words cold, heartless. Truthfully, it was saddening to see so much life being snuffed out pointlessly. The only consolation in the matter was the freeing of the slaves, and the just desserts of the slavers. Even so, all this could have been avoided, had the organics not been so greedy, so lustful for their coin. And it wasn't necessarily the slavery itself, Vigil hardly cared. There were ways one could logically justify such, but what these men did, only brought anger and disappointment to his circuits.

He logged the sensations to analyze later. For now, he followed behind Blonde. Amusingly, the entire while Blonde spoke within his presence, he was building the voice profile for her. Such would be useful, for the both of them, at a much later date. "Perhaps you would like a glass of wine Miss Blonde? I hear it's stunningly delectable."



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