Tinkering [PM for invite]

[Darth Ferus]

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A tinker shop was just that, a place for the owner to tinker about on projects, large or small. A place where a man or woman could sit at a desk to toy with an invention or two, to find it's weaknesses and it's strengths. Today this was no different, as a man of red sat at the counter with springs, bolts, and a blade. He was toying with a quick spring blade mechanism, a weapon built to be hidden.

But he could not do it alone, and already he had called several allies. [member="Darth Valtryx"] , [member="Vi'kas Mirtis"], [member="Feral Sapith (K'sara)"]. He needed some test subjects to work out the kinks with the metals after all. And to help with the alchemization later on of course. Silently he would go about the spring blade, trying to make sure it could not only spring out but spring back in.

"Any moment now.."

 

[Minna]

Running her finger along the walls of the strange place, Valtryx slowly made her way inside. Her eyes trailed around the interior of the tinker shop, intrigued by it's various contraptions and details she had not even seen in Coruscant's industrial sector. However, when the Zabrak came into sight her attention was stolen. She fixed her gaze on him and greeted him with a warm smile. "Building more weapons, are we?" The red-head joked. Ferus was more obsessed with weapons than a girl was with shoes, it seemed. Yet each time Valtryx would help him when needed, either in construction or testing, and this time was no exception.

Approaching the Zabrak, Valtryx would lean on his desk against her index fingers. "So what is it this time?"

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Vi'kas had spent upwards of twenty minutes making sure the location was not hostile. For every new environment or place he encountered, he always made sure there wasn't some sort of trap within the area. He had used force sight to probe the room for traps, but had only encountered projects. Unsurprisingly, most of them were half-finished.

He stepped into the room, his boots making no noise as they made contact with the floor below. He nodded his head in acknowledgement to the two Sith already in the room. His cybernetic eyes scanned the second Sith, IDing her as Darth Valtryx. "Master, it seems you are in need of my services? And hello Darth Valtryx, it is pleasure to finally make your acquaintance." He wondered what exactly he was doing there, and what purpose he would serve.

[member="Darth Valtryx"] [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[K'sara]

The blind half-Twi'lek sighed, as she had her astromech droid, X3-T5, help her move through the lifeless room, aside from the others that had already been there. Her lips pursed, then soon opened her mouth and addressed [member="Darth Ferus"]. "So master, you mentioned a gift."

 

[Darth Ferus]

The red man would strap to his wrist the small mechanism he had been tinkering with. It was a simple two spring design, made to launch from one spring and lock the blade while tensing the other spring. Simple, elegant, and sharp. Ferus would hold up the blade for [member="Feral Sapith (K'sara)"] , [member="Darth Valtryx"] , and [member="Vi'kas Mirtis"] to see. "It is a simple blade, but a deadly one. It is silent, and allows it's wielder a quick blade for a quick and silent kill. Effective yes? But what I need are some testers. There are two addons I can offer, a poison blade and a crossbow like weapon."

With a wave of his hand he would motion to the two weapons on the table. "They are unalcamized, as I plan to modify them later, but for now it is the general test. The poison edition features a small blade outside of the regular blade. As a needle, don't be trying to use it as an actual weapon. It's purpose is to scratch or puncture bare flesh to deliver the lethal liquid or what have you inside." Pulling up the needle blade he would point it at the three, a grin on his face. "Sound good, no? But be warned. While the needle is strong enough to puncture flesh, don't try it against armor. And don't get caught. It's too easy to simply knock away."

Pulling up the other weapon, he would point the crossbow like blade at Vi'kas for a moment, then at a target. The second blade below the main would shoot outwards and embed itself in the wooden target. "I figured this one out with the Sith Ianvarok. The original had multiple metal disks that were inaccurate, but this is far more accurate. Of course its easier to deflect and far from as overly lethal. Against armored opponents it would only bounce off, against flesh it would work rather well." Setting down both weapons, he would nod to the three.

"This is where you lot come in. I need you to test these weapons. I already have some targets in mind, and it would be of some major use to the One Sith if you.. Took care of them. This shouldn't be an issue though, right?" A smile formed on the red mans face before he set down all the weapons upon the table. "One for each of you. I need each effect tested. One for the regular blade, one for the poison, and one for the crossbow. Your targets are located here, and those are also what you pick." The three targets were simple. A Gamorian slaver, a republic senator hiding on Coruscant, and a Rodian republic spy. "They each have a bounty on their heads, one most wouldn't go after. I leave them up to each of you. Claim your kills quick and silent like, alright?"

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Vi'kas frowned. He did not like it when people pointed projectile weapons at him;friendly or not. Before any of the other Sith could repond, he replied, "I'll use the crossbow, and go for the Senator. Any additional details?"

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"He hides out in the slums, but he's not alone. He has an elite guard with him, but only one. The rest I leave to you to figure out." The red man offered a nod to [member="Vi'kas Mirtis"] . His chosen weapon was not the easiest after all, but he fully expected the boy to succeed. Waving Vi'kas off, he would point to [member="Feral Sapith (K'sara)"] and [member="Darth Valtryx"] once more. "And what shall you two take on? Choose wisely, for both your weapon and your target."

 

[K'sara]

"Standard bladed, but one for each wrist. I would rather have a back up just for a worst case scenario. Target: Gamorrean." K'sara stated as she looked at [member="Darth Ferus"] with blind, and veiled eyes. "After all, according to Vi'kas, I'm nothing more than slave material. This ought to be good, and easy. But before I go, anything I should know?"

 

[Darth Ferus]

"There are only three blades, thus you will only get one. The point of this isn't just to test the weapons, but to test your abilities as assassins. You both claim to be, do you not?" The red man would offer a slight wink before tossing her the basic blade. Simple, elegant, and hopefully [member="Feral Sapith (K'sara)"] wouldn't get herself killed with it. "The slaver is backed up by a group of three other piggies. They're stupid though, so they should be easily confused."

 

[Minna]

"I'll take the poison then, a nice silent weapon. And I guess I'm going for the Republic spy." Valtryx crossed her arms, examining the blades. She had remained silent as the others came in, giving only a nod to the man's greeting to her. There had been a lot of work to do recently, mainly regarding her secret weapon. But she had also begun thinking about her baby's protection, and exactly how it would be secured.

However for now she kept it to the back of her mind, focusing on the matter at hand. She was eager to test this new weapon Ferus had created, and was also interested in seeing his group of assassins grow. There were many targets that needed taking care of, both for the Sith and for Valtryx personally. Being in league with such a group would take a lot of weight of her shoulders, as the money to pay them would be easy to find. She was no stranger to assassinations, having infiltrated bases and killed targets many times before, including in the Sith attack on Bilbringi. Her past experience would definitely help in both working with and training the assassins.

But before any of that, their signature weapon had to be tested. "Give me the specifics, and I'll get right to it."

[member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Feral Sapith (K'sara)"] [member="Vi'kas Mirtis"]

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Vi'kas grabbed his weapon of choice off of the table, and strapped it to his arm. He was careful not to accidentally activate it. He took a moment to get used to its weight. Then nodded to [member="Darth Ferus"] , and left the room. He had chosen the Senator because it was easily the hardest, task, and he liked to challenge himself. Though he would prefer to take Captain Nexu with him, this was assassination. He doubted the Marine would be skilled in this particular line of work, and could get him killed. He would go solo on this one.

He stepped onto the shuttle waiting for him outside the compound, and told the pilot to set the destination for Coruscant. He grinned, knowing he had an interesting day ahead of him.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"The republic spy is hiding out as an imperial officer within the middle class sectors. Your goal is to find him and kill him, but only him. Out of the three this is the least dangerous, but the most difficult as you have to find the man himself. We're not even sure he is a man, mind you, just that we have caught datastreams from the seventh bunker. Figure out who is the spy, and end them using your weapon. Keep in mind that the second poison blade will not hold up in combat though, so keep that blade in until you've found your mark." The red man turned to lean against the table behind him, resting his hands along the lip of the counter. "Good luck."


[member="Darth Valtryx"] [member="Vi'kas Mirtis"] [member="Feral Sapith (K'sara)"]

 

[Minna]

"Well, I do love a challenge." Valtryx retrieved the poison variant with a smirk, and fitted it onto her wrist. Ensuring her sleeve covered the attachment, she gave a quick glance to Ferus. "You won't get into trouble while I'm gone now, will you?" An innocent question, but one with a hint of worry in it's speech. Was she worried? Maybe. However, even if Ferus was to be taking down his own target she had all faith in his abilities. He was probably more worried about her, but she tended not think of such things. She thought herself nearly, if not just, as skilled as Ferus, whether it be true or not.

With a last smile and a turn, Valtryx made her way out of the workshop. Not far outside lay her new ship, the Sicarius-class Infiltrator her master had gifted her. Boarding the ship, she began taking off. Whilst the repulsor lifts and engines powered up, she began contacting her various networks, calling upon a few favors to try and track down this mysterious target. She had ways of finding people, so it was only a matter of time before her target was located...

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Vi'kas boarded a shuttle, preparing for an assassination mission. His quarry was a hiding Republic Senator on Coruscant. He wasn't sure what planet the man was from, though. He was only given a few meager details. He knew the man was hiding in the slums, with one elite bodyguard. Not much, but he could work with it.

He told the pilot to set coordinates for Coruscant. He had been to the city-planet several times before. It was large and chaotic; one of the reasons the Sith used it as their capital. He had never been to the lower levels, though. It was guaranteed to be a learning experience, for sure.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Vi'kas landed on Coruscant, walking into the spaceport. Nobody was to know he arrived, this mission was top-secret. He had several things with him. Some rations and water, a suspiciously large datapad, a Spydor, some robes, his lightsaber, his stealth armor, and this new blade he would be testing out. He was already in the armor, so he only had to strap the hidden blade to his arm.

Some sort of alien came up to greet him. He saw this as an opportunity to try out this new toy of his. With a flick of his wrist, the device made a hissing sound. A small blade shot out and impaled the alien through the neck, its body dropping to the floor, dead. He raised his eyebrows. Impressive, he thought. He reloaded the device, and dragged the corpse behind a refueling station. He liked the device overall, though the hissing noise was a bit inconvenient.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Before entering the crowded area of the spaceport, he grabbed the rough image of his quarry. His cybernetic eye scanned his face, and cross-referenced it with traffic cameras in the area. He managed to get a few hits. They were all spread over a general distance in the lower levels. He frowned. The area was several square miles, a lot of distance to cover, especially on Coruscant.

He examined an area where a cluster of hits had come from. He zoomed in on the area. They all seemed to be in close radius of some casino. He searched the casino on the holonet, and it was evidently a very high-up place, only the rich went there. He grinned, knowing how much senators loved luxury. In addition, he found that the casino's owner was being watched by the OSI for possibly being a Republic sympathizer. He grinned again, Bingo.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

He pulled the pair of robes over his stealth armor, and flipped up the hood. For now, he would have to just look like any other ordinary citizen of the city-planet. He strolled through the crowded spaceport, attracting no attention. Garb such as his his was not considered outside the norm on the planet, as many people kept to themselves and avoided the always seeking public eye.

He hitched a taxi, telling the Echani driver to take him to the casino. The taxi took off like a rocket, the driver expertly maneuvering through the Coruscant airways. Vi'kas looked out the window, admiring the planet for what it was. It was indeed truly amazing for a city to span an entire planet. The thought of it all almost made his mind explode. Before he knew it, he was at his destination. In reality, the drive had been over an hour. His mind tended to wander at times, which shortened the journey for him. Then, the driver asked for his money. The Sith's eyes shot wide open. He had forgot the money.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

He mentally scolded himself. Of all the things in the world to forget, it had to be money? Really? In the meanwhile, his driver was getting impatient. He quickly thought of his options. There weren't many of them, but there were a few that sprung forth. He finally just stepped out of the vehicle. The driver just had time to begin a word of protest before Vi'kas subtly used telekinesis to slam the man's head into the control console. The taxi immediately began to plummet to the bottom of Coruscant. A minute later, he heard a faint boom in the distance. Oops.

He examined the casino. He could it had suffered since the Republic had lost control of the planet. The main rich people on Coruscant now would be the Sith, and the Sith didn't go to casinos. The building was still putting up a valiant attempt at looking luxurious, though. The tacky neon signs glowed, advertising the casino branch that had just opened up... 6 months ago. Vi'kas grinned. This was the place.

 

[Minna]

Time passed by, and Valtryx’s mind constantly dwelled on the child growing inside her. Her feet rested on the dashboard of the ship’s cockpit, with her hand gently resting on her stomach, feeling the life within through the force. It was noticeable that a small bump was forming, growing with each passing days towards the birth. She could almost see the day already, imagining the cry of her own child as it enters the world. Everything around her zoned out, and she found herself in a dream-like state, as if she was no longer in her cockpit. That was until a beep came from her comms system. Jolting upwards and planting her feet on the floor, she examined the now-glowing screen to see what had been found.

Her contacts had not disappointed; rumours of a spy within the Imperials ranks that matched the description of a Rodian flooded her private network. It was wonderful what credits could do to loosen the tongues of certain important people. Throughout all the reports there was a frequent mention of Kuat, specifically an imperial outpost on the planet. Without waiting any longer, Valtryx began the calculations on her hyperdrive, plotting a course for the industrial planet in question. Within no time the ship jumped, disappearing from it’s initial location and hurtling towards Kuat. Upon reaching the planet, the Infiltrator dropped from hyperspace and began its descent into the atmosphere.

The sound of repulsor lifts activating caused Valtryx to move towards the back of her ship, ready to depart. There was no particular need to rush, but the prospect of taking out her target first became a sort of fuel for her. As the ramp descended, Valtryx rushed out into a spaceport, passively shoving enough credits to pay for the hangar space into one of the wardens hands. She made her way through the crowds of people, subtly looking at her datapad to make sure she was going to the right place. In time the imperial outpost came into sight, a small compound on the outskirts of the city that proudly donned the flags of the One Sith. Armoured guards stood ready at it’s entrance, and as Valtryx approached them raised their rifles slightly.

“Halt, you have no business here, civilian.”
“Civilian?” Valtryx put on her most offended look, examining the two guards. With a slow and careful hand she retrieved her identification from within her coat, holding it for the guards to see.
“Darth Valtryx? Erm, sorry my lady. We did not realise a Sith would be visiting today.”
“Well, I’m here for a routine inspection. Off the records.”
The two guards nodded and stood aside immediately, one of the contacting someone inside and telling them to disable security cameras. An off the records inspection was the best time to secretly kill her target. Before she could even begin searching, a familiar looking Rodian ran out of a building to meet her, saluting upon his arrival.
“Darth… Valtryx, yes. Welcome, my lady. It is an honour to be visited by a Sith.” The distaste in his mind for her was readable, it was clear he was lying.
“It’s a pleasure to be here.” Valtryx smiled, as convincing as she could manage, whilst offering her hand out for a hand shake. The Rodian grasped her hand gently, as if hesitant, and shook it. Pulling the man in slightly she whispered in his ear.
“I know what you are.” She hissed, slowly and quietly extending the needle from her other hand to try and inject the poison into the spy’s skin.
Snap. The Rodian looked down, noticing her hand and with it a needle broken against his armour.
“What is this?!” He shouted, reaching for his blaster pistol. Without wasting a second Valtryx activated the standard hidden blade, shoving it upwards and into the aliens throat.
The guards around them didn’t know what to do, hesitantly aiming the rifles at her.
“Your commander was a spy. Let it be known that this is what happens to spies.” Her voice dripped with malice, as her blade dragged further across his throat until it was free from his body. As the target dropped to the floor, Valtry signaled with her hand for him to be taken away.
“A new commander will be assigned to you…” She added, before walking away with a not-so-happy attitude. In fact, she was pissed off. Her first assassination in the name of the new order of assassins and it had slipped up. Technically it was not her fault, the needle being too weak to penetrate even the simple armour of the man, yet still she felt disappointment.
Bringing out her holocom, the annoyed red-head contacted Darth Ferus.
“The spy is dead, but not by poison. The needle couldn’t penetrate his armour, and so I had to be rid of him by other means.” Her voice was clearly annoyed, yet she continued. “He was a commander at one of our own outposts, disgusting how a spy could reach such a rank.” It looked as if she was about to burst out in anger, but instead she exhaled calmly, then cut the communication.

She needed to go and meditate.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[K'sara]

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Lower Coruscant: Assassination of Gra'shkar the Gamorrean​

Coruscant, the former home world of the Republic was still as ugly as it has ever been, especially in the lower levels. Thugs, and slavers and swoop gangs, and all types of gangs stayed within the depths of the world. What was worse, is the Sith that now own the world, stopped caring about the misfits down below. In fact, no one cared. There were bounties to be collected and money to be made down in the lower levels of the vast metropolis. K'sara had decided to take up a job to dispose of a foul slaver known as Gra'shkar, a Gamorrean slaver who had a taste for Twi'leks and Wookies. The half Twi'lek female smiled as she took on a new look. She made herself completely bald save for some peachfuzz that was died to match her complexion. She looked more like a full blood Twi'lek now, and she liked this, as it would give her the look of what they would want. "Let's see those smelly hogs resist me now." She said as she switched into gear that was similar to the dancer garb that Hutt slaves would be forced to wear, but provided more room to hide things. She modified the hidden blade she was given by her teacher [member="Darth Ferus"], making it look like a piece of jewelry given to her by an endearing fan or by a lover, or merely a stolen piece of jewelry.

She went to a shuttle that would take her near the lower levels, she held her nose, but then activated the force power called Breath Control. It was an invisible field that would make her immune to inhalants. What she added to the hidden blade was a piece of metal that would serve to look like a latch. A Gamorrean was naturally stupid enough to overlook the contraption, so it was foolproof. To those pigs, she would look a bit closer to a dance and showgirl. Her eyes even had that twinkle, it was one she had to put on several times as a Jedi. Some things required going outside the rules of the Code of the Jedi to complete a mission, so long as you stayed on a path that leads to the light.

She entered the level she needed to, and made her way nearer the cantinas where the ruffians and thugs resided. Her step turned into that of a sassy little sweet thing with a small bite. She noticed the faces of the Gamorreans as she passed by them, and some of them gave rude snorts at her that would be the equivalent of sexual innuendos. Four pigs and a Twi'lek... Who will win? She approached a cantina and went inside. Naturally the men, and the occasional lesbian, turned and stared, she walked over to the bar, and leaned into the bar, signaling the barkeep to tend to her.

"What's a Hutt rat doing on her own?" One of the Basic speaking sentients asked her, slapping her rear as he went by.

"If you believe me to be a Hutt rat, why are you touching me? Do you have a death wish?" K'sara replied as she gave a soft glare toward the male with a soft smile. "I'm doing errands for Saggani the Hutt. I'm one of his... More trusted dancers."

As she said that, the Gamorreans came in and started to push K'sara around. She naturally started to struggle to make it believable. Her hands shook and the Gamorreans grabbed her shoulders. Her right hand moved toward her left armpit and her lightsaber flew out into her hand and she ran one of the chins of the Gamorreans through with the top end of the double bladed weapon. The Gamorrean quickly fell to the ground motionless and the other three took their axes into their hands. The one who was slain was Gra'shkar, the lackeys were angered and went after her, attempting to take her out with massive hand axes that would be able to take down trees in Kashyyyk. She managed to slip between the three and take another one down this time with a quick impalement through the nape of the neck with the hidden blade, and no one would notice except a bar patron who didn't want to try to intervene, especially when Gamorreans were getting their asses handed to them and served to Hutt downstairs by a Twi'lek slave girl that happened to also be a Sith. the other two lackeys would run away out of the cantina, and K'sara thought it would be funny to use a hard Force Push to propel them off of the edge of the platform and send them into the abyss of Coruscant. At the end of it, she took the head of the bounty and held it while she enjoyed herself a glass of Tarisian ale then return to her master.