The Death and Resurrection Show (Whom I Tag)

[Nyxie]

Serpena
Castle Bloodrose

Outside, it began to rain. It was probably not safe to be out on such a world, but Ashelotte's face had not ever been seen or revealed on Myrkr and the fighter she had been in - the one the Republic, the Mandolorians and even most of the Mnenchei knew nothing about - had already been handed down to a fellow pilot of the Horde. The trail to her ended then and there. Even though she had covertly sold most of her personal wares to the Horde which was in turn used to break Circe out later on, there was still nothing to prove that she had any hand in the attacks or that she was indeed aware of the Horde's actions and intentions against the galaxy. She could walk through the front door of any of the three factions and be completely unnoticed and unaffected. No better than a fox was there to throw a man off of one's own trail. In fact, there probably wasn't any place much safer in that regard.
Ashe had been running routine log checks, backups and memory wipes on the IBIS droid's memory cores when she found it; what Circe had done. There really wasn't much to go on, but she clearly saw the woman forsake her former frame for another and leave with... that bastard of men whom she hated more than anything else. This hurt her very, very much. Her already irrational feelings towards Circe's past escapades had left her untrusting and apprehensive. This did not sit well to that end.
Natrually, Ashe commanded the IBIS locate and pry access to the private labs in which her renegade-lover had committed these seeming atrocities. Gaining full access to the facility as she rushed in, she began snooping around frantically and the AI droid had opened a wall panel to reveal a tube, loaded with Circe's previous Vinithi body - the one Aynea had fallen for, the Circe she knew and loved. Tears slowly began streaming from her eyes as she drew closer to it, ever so gently raising her hand to the green-lit glass. Her breath stuttered as she began to feel what this tube had felt; if only she could have seen through its face. For whatever heart-wrenched reason, she decided to open an access port from the top of the tube - still leaving it itself closed and intact - and dipped her arm in, gently grazing her ex-lover's face. That is when it happened.

@[member="Circe Savan"]​

 

[Onrai]

The body of Circe did not have a soul... but it was still alive. And her brain responded, feeling the touch of the lover whom she had known for some time now. And the machinery connected to the body activated. A hologram appeared, of Circe herself, as she looked over the situation.

"Hey, Ashe... Love you so much, darling. I invited Kaine over to help me with that Transfer Essence ability. You know, so I'll have a good body once we grow me a Rufie one. Anyways, he and I are gonna go get a bite to eat, and I'll be back around seven hours from now." He face grew exceptionally serious. "If I am more than thirty minutes late, something is wrong, and I want you to start looking for me. I doubt anything bad will happen, but you never know." She paused. "I always will llove you, darling. This experiment was for you." A knock was heard in the background. "He's here. Gotta go! I'll tell you when I get back whether the experiment was truly successful or not."

Then the video ended.

@[member="Ashe the Reaper"]

 

[Nyxie]

Ashe watched in utter silence with beady, watery eyes as she learnt of the fate of her lover and fiance. Even if it was true... not just some rouse or a game, there was nothing Ashe could do. The Mandolorians were certain to be looking for her for questioning concerning the Horde operations. Being it was a Republic-allied company that produced the products she purchased and re-sold, they were all likely looking for her as well. Even though there was no evidence directly tying her to the sale of the items to the Horde or her involvement on Myrkr, it was still unsafe to be out and about in the open galaxy when less-than-lawful hunters lurked. Simply put, there was nothing she could do to reclaim her former lover.
So instead, she drunk her sorrows and struggles away....
The smashed and incoherent fox vixen had been wandering around outside of a local bar somewhere in the lower half of the galaxy where she had summarily swatted away other drunken flirts and miscreants, some with dashes of faux fire to startle them away. She stumbled clumsily down the alleyway, alone and unswayed, or so she thought.

@[member="Isley Verd"]​

 

[Darth Metus]

There was not anything in the Galaxy that would cause the Mandalorian to venture to the world known as Serpina...willingly. However, when the Orders of one's superior dictated such things, a good subordinate obeyed. Such was the situation at hand as Isley Verd went about the business of his Lord. The mission this day was the survey type; getting a feel for the world as a potential leaping off point for later ventures. Of course, this usually fell into the jurisdiction of the local Voice, but he was otherwise occupied with transferring the soul of a plant. As such, the task fell to the beskar-clad warrior who, upon completing his objectives, found himself in a back alley. His wandering about led him to this spot in particular, where he dropped to a single knee and started a holo-call.

Before his eyes then manifested the hooded form of the Dark Lord: an immensely powerful being whose power dwarfed the Mandalorian's own.

"Your bidding has been done, my lord." he said, lowering his head in reverence. "A full report shall be given upon my return." There was not a verbal response from the Dark Lord, thankfully, as his words were enough to shake mountains; even through a holo-call. Instead, the Mandalorian's efforts were acknowledged by a nod...and a tilt of the head in response to the clamor behind him. Then came words, low and guttural; yet dripping with the Dark Side so much that Isley could literally feel them reverberate through his essence. "It would seem you are not alone...Do as you must to maintain the silence and return at once." With that said, the holo-call ended and Isley rose to his feet. Turning, he saw the stumbling woman walking closer and opened his arms in a non-threatening manner.

"You look a little drunk miss, might I be of some assistance?"

@[member="Ashe the Reaper"]

 

[Nyxie]

Ashe mumbled at the sight of the... men?... as she continued to fumble through the alley. She slowly crept closer until finally, she stumbled off into his arms by accident.
"Wuaa... ohhhhh... hic.... Sorry, siiiir, I just... woahhh, you look funny, stranger. Who's your friend? He sounds big and strong.... You two cou-hic-ould shurr meea...." she dumbly said; even though she didn't really mean it and never would, though often her inward drunken fantasies did tend to get ahead of herself.

@[member="Isley Verd"]​

 

[Darth Metus]

As the inebriated woman drew closer, the Mandalorian first lowered his hands to his side, carefully and sneakily loosing one of his three sabers from his utility belt. Of course, he did not even have to make a motion to close the gap between them, for she fell into his arms. "Easy now, I've got you." he said, using a warm and moderately concerned tone. This...was a facade; and an excellent one by his own estimation. Righting her with his offarm, the Mandalorian angled his saber and slid his finger over the ignition switch.

Snap. Hiss.

The blood crimson blade soared through the tiny gap between their bodies, poised to penetrate the woman's torso. The plasma would burn through the bone of her sternum, wreak havoc upon her heart and lungs, and extend out of her back. Death, if luck did not smile upon her and cause movement, would be all but immediate. All the while, the Mandalorian kept his grasp firm upon the woman's body and repeated himself, allowing a cold smirk to form upon his lips. "It's okay...I've got you."

@[member="Ashe the Reaper"]

 

[Nyxie]

Ashe had seemingly fallen into the man's embrace, but she did not go without noticing the all to familiar form of a saber brandished between the two. In a drunken stupor, the world still spinning around her like a roller coaster, she slowly kicked back to a stop and pushed her weight back off, but not before the blade could erect and pierce her torso and diaphragm. Hey eyes quickly lit up for a moment as the blade coursed through her core, her hands gently pushing down on it inadvertently, having prevented it from piercing her heart.
"But... C-circe...."
Ashe coughed a gout of blood, flecking the warm little drops of Force-rich blood at the man's face. She stumbled back, falling to a knee, before finally keeling over and slowly withering away. Blood trickled out from the corner of her mouth down her cheek as her lung filled with blood and ash. Life endlessly seapt from her until her heart slowed to a close... and remained until she was all but dead, ever quickened by the thinning of her blood. Her golden marble eyes simply remained half-open, continuously and infinitely staring back at him from the abyss of soulless emptiness. Her hand, in her final moments, still rest loosely clenched around the vial around her neck of Circe's sappy blood and spit. The vessel of the Idol of Love was now deceased.

@[member="Isley Verd"]​

 

[Darth Metus]

The fact that the woman had managed to utter the name of an individual loathed across the Galaxy caused the Mandalorian a great deal of satisfaction. Perhaps there was a small chance that he had managed to claim the life of someone close to the wretched creature. He watched as she fell to the earth, sputtering until she drew her last ragged breath; and lingered for a moment to be certain. In the Force, he felt the conclusion of her life and extinguished his saber accordingly. "Now for the fun part." he muttered, stretching forth his hand. He commanded the Force and telekinetically scooting the corpse across the floor of the alley, ending the unceremonious voyage beside a heap of garbage bags. With but a nudge through the Force, the mountain of bags came tumbling down; completely covering the corpse's form from view.

The smell of trash would cover the impending stink of the body; and hopefully the corpse would be picked up with the next garbage collection.

With that business concluded, the Mandalorian returned his saber to his belt and strode out of the alleyway, entering the street as if nothing had occurred. His long, confident strides would bear him in the direction of the port wherein his personal vessel awaited.

@[member="Ashe the Reaper"]

 

[Nyxie]

Ashe was clinically dead.

@[member="Circe Savan"] @Other Dude from SC Who I Can't Remember​

 

[Darth Metus]

Having arrived at the port, the Mandalorian simply strode over to his personal vessel and entered it. Taking a seat in the pilot's chair, he then set about the take-off procedures; powering up the vessel and guiding it into the air with a pull on the flight stick. A few moments bore him through the heavens and into the black of space, where he then warmed up the Hyperspace unit. After selecting his end destination and plotting the appropriate course, Isley steered the vessel out of the planet's gravity well and pushed the magic button. With a lurch, he was propeled into the depths of Hyperspace and began the journey home.

 

[IBIS-01 Taskmaster_Merge]

The IBIS droid had a bead on its entrusted occupants, the girl and the vixen, as usual. Yet, it had not heard back from her in a set amount of time. Bound to internal laws and without any emotion, it carried out its last directive.
An arm rose to bring the colossal rifle up to meet the glass. A second of silence to but the gentle hum of the repulsor engines held the lab. Finally, in a flash of light and a sudden boom, the glass shattered; its occupants, erased from memory with each new shot. The greenish fluids that spilled about turned colors with the rush of blood filling its mass. Without a hesitation, the droid had shut down the lab behind it, locking down all the safety doors permanently before purging their control system... and it had left, off to find its host.
Every shot had struck every tube... but not hers.... Her body simply rest in peace, and left to obscure in legend.

@[member="Thalia Zambrano"]​