Private The cuts in the air...

[Lucretia Lister]

Wearing: Liar's Flesh

Armed with: Double Agent (blue saberstaff)

Nightsister Energy Bow Pistol

DLT-19 (Scoped)

Crashed in: Darvro-Class Freighter

Lucretia had been having quite the day since waking up at the crash site in a black desert against a hellish orange sun, clad in her usual skintight silver catsuit that reflected everything around her as it hugged a muscular, hour glass frame. Lucretia rose, coughing. No bodies next to her in the wrecked quarters, but her weapons had been in a locker nearby. But everything else was smashed. She wasn't getting back into the sky with it.

The elderly but fit woman ventured out, grimacing as she saw the missile impacts on the hull...no food, no water. Not that she needed it.

Her best chance was to try and find civilization. She had tried the comm array. Completely totaled.

Before she even got ten steps she spotted an armed shuttle heading her way.

It only took a moment of assessing her situation and listening to the warning in the back of the skull before Lucretia opened fire on it, and started diving for cover as the chainguns on it opened fire on her position, and only thick debris that she hid behind prevented the bolts from hitting her as she returned fire, teeth gritted, using the Force to infuse the bolts with powerful Ion energy to slam into the shuttle. She ended up emptying the clip by the time the shuttle started to malfunction and was forced to make a controlled crash.

Lucretia waited, dropping her rifle, drawing her blue bladed saber staff as a gang of Mandalorians burst out of the wreck, firing heavy blaster pistols at her position, swarming her as she was forced to rely on Soresu to avoid being blasted apart, deflecting shots back into her attackers, hitting jetpacks and causing brutal explosions. Others swarmed her, forcing her rely on acrobatics to avoid jet pack assisted diving attacks, managing to behead one during an elegant spin jump, drawing her pistol and blasting the remaining two through pinpoint shots through their visors.

Lucretia broke into a run across the dark desert, spotting a giant black tower a few kilometers away, wreathed in red lightning...and what looked like a fortified village to the south.

Lucretia broke into a run for the village, not knowing where she was, how she had gotten here, or who was attacking her.

She only knew that she was going to have to kill a lot of people before this was over and completely done with...

One hour later...

The silver clad woman walked up to the old fort, saw people guarding the walls, aiming blasters at her.

"Pardon!" she called out with a refined Coruscant accent. "I don't suppose any of you could be good sports and tell me where I am?"

"The ass end of nowhere! We all crashed here, we all couldn't get off, and we've all been making the best of it. And there is NO WAY IN HELL we are letting a damned Force Spawn in here!" an older man pointing a rocket launcher at her called out.

"I'm in the same boat as you, friend..." she replied. "I don't want to be here either. And I would also rather not waste my time fighting the locals. Think, old man...if I really wanted to kill you, would we be talking?"

The Old Man seemed to mull it over.

"What do you propose?"

"Besides me in a burlesque show? What don't you let me in there, and we can start with you telling me what that tower is..." she said.

"And why the hell a bunch of Mandalorians just tried to kill me."

Five minutes later.

Lucretia had surrendered her weapons to the village (Composed of the hulls of various ships for buildings) of stranded people inside and had been escorted in, led to a bar. Weapons were kept trained on her at all times. The Old Man there had spent years with them telling the tales of Force Spawn with enough sincerity that they were ALL terrified of the smiling woman dressed to seduce.

"So who do I have to flirt with to get a drink around here?" Lucretia asked.

The Old Man sat across from her, poured her a glass of ship moonshine.

"So, anybody care to tell me what the hell is going on?" She asked.

"We been here eight years. Crashes from all over. Some of them had colony equipment for seeding. Moisture Vaporators. That's how we survived. No food on this planet. No water, as far as we know. Not the only village. Others too, in the same situation. Some cooperate, others try to take without asking." The Old Man answered as she took a sip.

That towers the damn problem. Run by a psycho of a Mandalorian--"

"A Mandalorian?" she asked.

"A Mandalorian Sith..." he clarified. "Darth Gladio...been here for years. Sends his warriors to raid the villages. Take a few every year to that tower they aren't seen again..."

One man rushed in...

"We got another ship about to land! Real close! Think the missiles from the tower got 'em!"

Lucretia sighed.

"Shall we go welcome the newcomers?" she asked playfully, the weapons ready to blast her head off if she even twitched funny...

Elise of House Marr

 

[Elise of House Marr]

Well this was a predicament. Elise actually made a great many trips, but most of them were on her larger ship. It was still nearby, but they were running a few scouting missions separately. That part was hardly uncommon, Elise preferred small groups when she had to be away from home. In part, because if a fight did break out she coordinated them better that way. And if she had to fight personally, it was better to not have anyone in the way.

Unfortunately, somewhere along the line, their separation had been enough to result in her and her gunship going down. Seperate from the shikkar-class-assault-corvette with docked Caedus Class superiority fighter squadrons, and her 2 other gunships. That would eventually cause them to start searching too, but they had been covering a fairly large amount of space mapping everything. She was honestly rather surprised so much damage had been done, her soldiers were mostly intact fortunately. Elite, loyal, and varied in specialty.

The sith noble let out a sigh as she stepped outside, looking over the ship. She'd started putting on her armor properly by now. She never much liked having to wear any, but best be prepared. One saber at her right, the other at her left, as the guards formed with her. "Well isn't that lovely." she muttered, "See what you can do about it. Two of you can come with me."

Some began looking to try and fix up the ship. Those left formed a perimeter, preparing both for aerial or terrestrial assaults just in case while others worked to get the communication systems online if nothing else. She looked out to the structures, still not far away. And began to move out. For the present, she left her helmet at her side. It also meant her senses which she was enhancing with the force, would have an easier time gathering information before they may close in.

Lucretia Lister

Spoiler: Equipment

Personal equipment:
Draika iv misina (Lava lightsaber)
Red lightsaber with sturdy hilt
Berserkers Hinderance
Datapad

Accompaniment:
Gunships
Marr Household Guards on ship.

 

[Lucretia Lister]

Lucretia had her weapons returned to her with very great reluctance. These men must be truly desperate to leave, she realized, by willingly siding with her despite their fear.

Her silvery saber dangled from her belt as she went out into the desert, flat landscape, the orange sun burning overhead, casting a ruddy red tint on the dirt that her skintight, mirror like catsuit reflected everything around her. She went alone, as a show of good faith to the villagers. They'd have only gotten in the way as it were.

She was a tad lightly armed for her liking, but she wasn't here to fight as she spotted the woman and her escorts walking the dry, lifeless ground. She waved, not going for any of her weapons.

"Hi there! Looks like you got shot down as well! The locals told me that tower is inhabited by a hostile Sith who has Mandalorians working for him. I got ambushed almost as soon as I landed--"

Lucretia whirled and heard a far off whine. A black speck leaving the great Tower. Another assault shuttle."

Her hands went to her hips in exasperation.

"Well...I say this... they're punctual..." she said, getting out her saberstaff, two blue blades going active which she gave a spinning flourish, even as she kept in mind the two lightsabers she spotted.

"Brace yourself!" she warned...

Elise of House Marr

 

[Elise of House Marr]

Someone was approaching, though very clearly not what Elise would have been expecting. She saw the blade at her hip and considered donning her helmet, but decided not yet. She let the woman approach waving down the soldiers not to attack just yet, though they were both ready to raise their weapons. One with the MG-966 "Hellfire" Class Verpine Shatter Gun, the other BR-212 "Jackal" AC. Naturally they carried additional weapons such as hand cannons, ammo variations and a melee weapon. But if things got close range, Elise was the primary.

For now, they heard out the strange woman, "A sith?" she chuckled raising a brow before looking at the oncoming opponents and letting out an exasperated sigh, "Move." she ordered her troops, the two of which immediately separated, ready to fire the instant the enemy was in range while they started to try and stay on the move and avoid getting targeted, Elise meanwhile followed Lucretia's example, and activated Draika iv misina, the blade of a lava crystal spat from the weapon, spitting bits of itself upon it's exposition. Normally, she'd leap straight into the enemy. But with the range, she'd have to wait. Lightning would probably be her best move, though she was just as tempted to leap at the gunship and try and take it over by force.

"I'd advise not being close to me when this gets to a fight." she warned. As confirmation, another spit of lava smacked the ground beside Elise. This blade was made for war, not the gentle one she kept at her hip. The one for being in places she didn't want to accidentally set on fire.

Lucretia Lister

Spoiler: Equipment

Personal equipment:
Draika iv misina (Lava lightsaber)
Red lightsaber with sturdy hilt
Berserkers Hinderance
Datapad

Accompaniment:
Gunships
Marr Household Guards on ship.

 

[Lucretia Lister]

Lucretia was moving very fast towards the transport, blue blades swatting aside incoming bolts, noting the terrible flickers of lava that Elise of House Marr 's blade was capable of creating. Message received, loud and clear.

Lucretia cut a strange and unsettlingly figure due to her athletic body and the skintight, mirror like suit reflecting everything around her in a rapid kaleidoscope over her figure as she saw Mandalorians disembark from the approaching combat shuttle via their jet packs. Firing repeaters and rockets at both her, Elise, and her defenders.

Lucretia fired a white-blue ion beam from her palm, her other hand spinning her staff hilt to keep deflecting in coming bolts back at her shooters.

A rocket landed close and only a Force Somersault forward carried her out of the way of the shrapnel for the most part, though very sharp edges got very close to cutting her as a Mandalorian swooped down towards her firing.

They tackled each other, and Lucretia was pulled upward, into the clouds, her and the Mandalorian brutally slamming their fists into each other.

There was a powerful but mostly obscured explosion in those same clouds, with Lucretia falling towards another Mandalorian with her now stolen jet pack, giving chase and ramming into him, driving one of her blue blades into his helmet as they both crashed violently into the ground, with Lucretia, rising, seemingly unwinded, though her flesh shuddered all over her body in a disturbing manner as she rose, activating her jet pack and launching herself at the combat shuttle to dis tract it from firing at Elise and her people...