Fear is the Mind Killer
G E T - D O W N
Location: Lessu
Tag: Alessandra Creed Kyyrk Isley Verd Lilicky Hypatia Sovis
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The ANGER Felix felt in this moment, knew no boundaries~
To think that a lowly lesser noble from the outer houses of Ryloth could amass enough signatures to be allowed to be present in a meeting with the vicelord, was unimaginable to the Aquila. What was worse was the response of the Vicelord and Alessandra not only allowed them in, but gave them the floor. Thankfully Felix was able to coach them into agreeing with the deal for the most part, and yet, despite that the woman all but outed the Viceroy! What the hell were they doing here? He hadn't foreseen this!
The Countess behind him was fuming, her skin changing hue by the moment as blood rushed to her face, her knuckles lightened and body tensed. The Visual alteration to her once sombre and excited expression to one of rage was almost something to behold. If they weren't careful here, this young diplomat's family, their life was in danger... but not if all went according to plan. All eyes were on the new entrant. Felix would have to scramble. His eyes turning orange as they would begin to bleed into red at his annoyance. "Which was my point exactly, so much of the damage was foundational, expenses needed to be spent rebuilding just on a legislative level, electing new leaders, securing ourselves and maintaining order. Divided as it was needed on a planetary macro scale. It was simply not enough..."
It was absolutely enough, The money had been embezzled, taken by the Countess and other lords to suit themselves, leaving the people to wallow in squalor. They had only fixed the city as long as there were officials not bought and bribed present in the cities, and once they were gone or on payroll... no more progress had been made. Construction droids rusted in the streets unpowered and unengaged to this day. Felix knew it. But as the Countess stood in outrage, opening her mouth to speak, all hell broke loose.
The light at the window altered, Felix had noticed the glare of a scope and steel on that rooftop for some-time. He was anticipating it after-all. Kyyrk would rush to the front-line, shield engaging, standing in its path as the Sabot dart unctured it as though it were paper, the resounding bang of the shields' resistance almost deafening Felix as he would instinctively duck. Drawing his light-saber. Felix would watch as the powerful round would puncture through his shoulder and destroying muscle in its wake before traveling to the countess.
The shower of blood and viscera washed across Felix's back as he held an arm up to guard his face, it shouldn't have been like this... her death was to be type 4 disintegration... though, with Kyyrk blocking, it was perhaps better it wasn't. Had they changed weapon? No... not their style. Felix had been specific, so, rushing to the window he would peer out, pulling on the force to draw light to his eyes. Seven hundred meters would shift in Felix's perspective, his vision fine enough to be as if he were standing on that landing, nose to nose with the assailants.
Who the feth are these men? "Two, maybe three men, Rooftop of the old terrace building, armoured and heavily armed. We need that place surrounded." Felix would call to action, looking to Kyyrk and the stunned look on Alessandra as well as the Twilek noble. "Are you all ok?" A stray glance would move to Metus before he re-thought his concern... He's FINE. But who-ever this was, they needed to be dealt with.
