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Zenva Vrotoa
The Blood Matron
Neon lights bathed the Crimson Devil's territory in an unnatural glow. In the vibrant hellscape that was Nar Shaddaa, the Zabrak Crime Lord's most comfortable environment, nothing went unnoticed. Someone, some foolish male, had dared to trespass in Her territory. They had been warned, and like so many other dead men, had disregarded the Matron's threat, underestimated her strength. For that disrespect, there could only be one response, unbridled violence.
Security teams had been distributed throughout the city, watching, waiting for their Matron's orders. As for the Crimson Devil, she stood on a rooftop a few blocks from her target. Grey tendrils of smoke lingered in the evening air as she threw down her cigarette, stomping it out with the heel of an armored boot. In the neon glow of her domain, the Matron's true features were hidden behind a vibrant neon Death's Head tattoo. Serrated teeth flashed in the glowing skulls mouth as the Matron flashed a smile before securing her helmet in place. Chaos filled her ear immediately.
"Target is running! I repeat, Target is on the move! Crimson Leader, what are your orders? I repeat!" The voice of Zenva's young protégé, leader of the Matron's personal guard who was stationed on Over Watch nearby, Renesri called into the Clan's encrypted comms channel.
"Renesri, calm down. The Target is on the move, it's fine. I'm in pursuit. All units, move to secondary positions along Target's route. Move now." Closing the comms, Zenva sprang into motion, charging towards the edge of the rooftop, and leaping in to the open night air. Targeting systems flicked to life instantly, and within moments of leaving the roof the Matron's new armor systems were being put to the test. Cables began to fire, clinging to building only for high speed winches to engage a moment later, pulling the Zabrak Huntress through the air at tremendous speeds. Subtle movements and targeting computers gave Zenva near perfect control of her trajectory as she zipped down toward Nar Shaddaa's neon bathed alleyways.
The Zabrak pulled a cloak around herself as she went, vanishing from normal sight, and even thermal detection, as her Armor's stealth systems engaged. Anti-grav thrusters at her waist slowed her rapid decent to the darkened streets allowing her invisible form to land silent as death on the duracrete below. A crash, and the clamor of running feet drew her attention and in moments she was out on the street. Her query smashed through another stack of crates while looking behind him in a panic. He charges headlong toward his own death, mused the Zabrak silently.
He ran, stumbling more or less directly toward the cloaked Huntress, and she could only smile behind her helmet as he did. In one swift motion, spinning in place as he ran by, one of Zenva's swords came free of it's scabbard. The motion caused her cloak to billow open revealing the armored Reaper from certain angles. Her sudden appearance caused the man to stumble back, shouting in panic. Zenva's pirouette continued, her blade arcing up to cleanly bite into, and instantly slice through, the man's neck.
The twirling shade, and silver arch of a sword vanished from sight as crimson mist sprayed from the stump of neck. His head bounced off the nearby crates to the soft sound of musical laughter. The spector circled the headless body a few times, ensuring there was no falsehood behind her kill. "Well then. This is what happens when you trespass, Grisa. I told you to stay out of my territory, and now look at you! Dead. A waste of potential, and flesh. A shame." The Matron's cloak shimmered as she once more became visible, sheathing her blade while staring at the latest victim. Her stomach growling as the urge to eat began to dominate her thoughts.
Security teams had been distributed throughout the city, watching, waiting for their Matron's orders. As for the Crimson Devil, she stood on a rooftop a few blocks from her target. Grey tendrils of smoke lingered in the evening air as she threw down her cigarette, stomping it out with the heel of an armored boot. In the neon glow of her domain, the Matron's true features were hidden behind a vibrant neon Death's Head tattoo. Serrated teeth flashed in the glowing skulls mouth as the Matron flashed a smile before securing her helmet in place. Chaos filled her ear immediately.
"Target is running! I repeat, Target is on the move! Crimson Leader, what are your orders? I repeat!" The voice of Zenva's young protégé, leader of the Matron's personal guard who was stationed on Over Watch nearby, Renesri called into the Clan's encrypted comms channel.
"Renesri, calm down. The Target is on the move, it's fine. I'm in pursuit. All units, move to secondary positions along Target's route. Move now." Closing the comms, Zenva sprang into motion, charging towards the edge of the rooftop, and leaping in to the open night air. Targeting systems flicked to life instantly, and within moments of leaving the roof the Matron's new armor systems were being put to the test. Cables began to fire, clinging to building only for high speed winches to engage a moment later, pulling the Zabrak Huntress through the air at tremendous speeds. Subtle movements and targeting computers gave Zenva near perfect control of her trajectory as she zipped down toward Nar Shaddaa's neon bathed alleyways.
The Zabrak pulled a cloak around herself as she went, vanishing from normal sight, and even thermal detection, as her Armor's stealth systems engaged. Anti-grav thrusters at her waist slowed her rapid decent to the darkened streets allowing her invisible form to land silent as death on the duracrete below. A crash, and the clamor of running feet drew her attention and in moments she was out on the street. Her query smashed through another stack of crates while looking behind him in a panic. He charges headlong toward his own death, mused the Zabrak silently.
He ran, stumbling more or less directly toward the cloaked Huntress, and she could only smile behind her helmet as he did. In one swift motion, spinning in place as he ran by, one of Zenva's swords came free of it's scabbard. The motion caused her cloak to billow open revealing the armored Reaper from certain angles. Her sudden appearance caused the man to stumble back, shouting in panic. Zenva's pirouette continued, her blade arcing up to cleanly bite into, and instantly slice through, the man's neck.
The twirling shade, and silver arch of a sword vanished from sight as crimson mist sprayed from the stump of neck. His head bounced off the nearby crates to the soft sound of musical laughter. The spector circled the headless body a few times, ensuring there was no falsehood behind her kill. "Well then. This is what happens when you trespass, Grisa. I told you to stay out of my territory, and now look at you! Dead. A waste of potential, and flesh. A shame." The Matron's cloak shimmered as she once more became visible, sheathing her blade while staring at the latest victim. Her stomach growling as the urge to eat began to dominate her thoughts.
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