Trial by Giant Killer Robots [Serenity LoveHeart]

[Miss Blonde]

Street rats. Often enough they were just pieces of human garbage unfit for society or civilized culture, but they had their uses. Street rats were cheap and they'd get a job done for you as somewhat reliable eyes and ears. Normally they were just disposable pawns whose presence wouldn't be missed if they died or went missing, they were a dime a dozen after all. But, there was the rare occasion that there was a special one. One that wasn't quite cut from the same cloth and had a ambition and a thirst for more. Most of the time they were the most dangerous of their kind and normally had to be put down before they became too big a threat. Couldn't have the pawns rising up, best to crush their spirit and keep them in their place. It was just how the criminal underworld worked, the men in the high castle had the power and the street urchins performed tasks for them.

However this time around there was a certain street urchin that caught Blonde's eye. The type that needed killing before they gained too much power and influence. This time around though, Blonde didn't feel like she needed to have this one killed. Maybe if she nursed her potential and honed her, she'd make a powerful crime lord. The person in question was of course [member="Serenity LoveHeart"] a sixteen year old girl younger than Blonde's eldest daughter. She had been making a few small waves that ended up on Blonde's desk and she figured might as well solve the problem one of two ways. A shallow grave in a back alley, or take her in before some edge lord Sith snatched her up. Couldn't have that.

So a test was in order. She'd send a few droids to go and just murder the crap out of her, wholesale slaughter the whole nine yards of death. If she survived the ordeal then Blonde would take her in and show her everything she knew about running the criminal underworld along with the force. Really groom her into being a force to be reckoned with, so that when people heard her name they'd fear her. She wanted to pass that gift on to someone. But they'd really need to work on that name. Serenity LoveHeart didn't really inspire fear.

"What do you want done?" The voice of an orange haired man rang out in a rather expensive looking office.

The man light a cigarette then took a long drag from it. He looked down at a small woman sitting at a desk wearing a gas mask and flipping through a few holo pages on a screen.

"Send three War Dogs to kill her, if she manages to destroy them or shake their tail. Then have Red and Blue bring her in. That'll about do it." The small crime lord said as she made the order so.

Outside the walls of her palace on Nar Shaddaa where Serenity was probably lurking out on the town, she'd be having company very very soon. Three very large battle droids carrying automatic weapons were on their way to find her and eliminate her. The very same droids responsible for killing thousands upon thousands in attacks across the galaxy. Wherever the kid was, the droids were on their way and they wouldn't stop until she was dead.

 

[Natalie LaForte]

Nar Shaddaa ​

Outside the 'Plethora' Cantina​

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Serenity was a local in this area. The people knew her, on a face level. She intimidated them for pretty cash, and was starting to become an issue for [member="Miss Blonde"] who ran a monopoly on everything going on in the city; or, at the very least the sector she was causing trouble in. But today was a break from her usual criminal endeavors, not because she had a fear of being caught, the authorities on this planet were so corrupt they would assist in crimes if they believed they were getting something out of it. Regardless, the Plethora was a hot-spot for ruffians like Serenity, filled to the brim with narcotics and arms dealers, and if you were feeling adventurous, even take on a few bounties.

But she wasn't interested in that.

The bar's owner, a very, very overweight Hutt was tending the facility, the place itself was nothing less of a cess pit, with scantily clad women (and women) waltzing as various patrons ordered drinks, some even daring to try the 'House special' which consisted of an overly spicy curry, and if you ate it in under 2 hours, you get the meal free. Perhaps one could indulge in the copious amounts of alcohol on sale, with more varieties than you could find on an entire planet, all illegally bought in, of course. The jukebox blaring old tunes along with a dusty, ancient wall which was the bar's overall theme. Old and ancient.

But she wasn't interested in those either.

Instead, Serenity was conducting something a bit more organised. For the past 2 months, she had been collecting credits for 'protection', and ensured it was going to 'The Boss', whoever that was. Now she was about to find out who that actually was. She approached the bar owner and began to speak.

"I hope you can understand me now, moron"

There was no response as a worried look came across his face.

She clenched her fist before clearing the glass along the counter top, smashing on the ground and piercing the ears of all customers in the establishment.

"I told you to learn Galactic Basic before I came back, now I swear if I don-..."

She paused as the metallic footsteps opened the door, the droids themselves providing a contrast to the elderly background. "Huh?" she turned around and spotted them. Perhaps she could've been wise enough to know who they came from, or that they were here for her, but without a thought she instinctively began to unstrap her rotary laser cannon and aim it at them.

"I'm gonna give you to the count of 3 to get outta here"

 

[Miss Blonde]

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When the War Dogs entered the establishment their optics scanned the area until they locked in on Serenity. It was clear that she was the target, what with her carrying a rotary cannon and the unique look she had about her. And from the point when she raised her weapon then threatened them, things went straight to hell.

Without so much as uttering a word the first War Dog dove forward in an armored charge with full intent to blindside the woman while the other two moved in to get a kill shot. It all boiled down to their programming, when facing an opponent at that range with a rotary cannon, someone needed to eat the big one and bite it. So the droid at the center was willing to make that sacrifice in order to see to it that the job was done. Though things didn't go as smoothly as one would think. This was Nar Shaddaa and everyone was a criminal, which meant everyone had a gun, and everyone knew who Miss Blonde was and her robotic murderers. So whenever War Dogs showed up, bodies usually tended to be left in their wake. So not wanting to join said corpse pile, a few of the patrons pulled their various weapons and started to open fire on the droid moving around the right.

One of the blaster bolts fired hit the droid in the shoulder causing sparks to fly from its exoskeleton, which in retrospect shooting a droid that could pin a wookie wasn't really the smartest of ideas. Switching its target the droid tackled one of the patrons to the ground and started to cave the Rodian's skull in with the butt of their rifle. Green blood spurted across worn furniture and soon the War Dog continued its bloody rampage across the bar while taking various blaster shots. Serenity if she was watching, would be able to witness the sheer destructive power of this machine fight. At one point it even dropped its rifle and broke a beer bottle to start using that as a makeshift shank and disemboweled two men with it.

As for the third War Dog, he was able to move right and arm his pulse rifle. The large Slugthrower cocked and then a spray of bullets positively riddled the Hutt behind the bar who had picked up a scatter gun in an attempt to defend his property. The air grew foul as squishy pieces of Hutt glistened across the air and chunks of him stained the ground. This was just another day with Miss Blonde, and people were starting to learn that maybe when her droids showed up it was just best to run. Because the situation had devolved from a nice night at a bar to a War Dog on the left going on a bloody rampage, the one in the center attempting to tackle a young girl with a cannon to the ground, and another one blowing a Hutt to pieces.

Let it be said Friday nights were never boring on Nar Shaddaa.

[member="Serenity LoveHeart"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

Nar Shaddaa​

Inside the Plethora​

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"I'm going to give you to the cou-.."​

Before the words could even escape her mouth, in the blink of an eye a mechanical beast, much, much larger than her was charging towards her, as a reaction, the tri-barreled gun began to spin, and fired a few shots which went wide. In a moment of panic, the bolts were sent above the War Dog's head and as it inched closer she raised the canon to her stomach hoping it would brace some of the impact. However; this only ended up damaging her more as the machine's sheer weight forced her arms to collapse under the pressure.

"Right I give up, just stop killing the customers. My customers."​

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She looked up with a blank expression as her arms had collapsed, the weapon she formerly threatened the droid with being forced into her abdomen causing her a great deal of pain. As the Rodian's head was caved, some of the blood had splattered onto her face as she blinked with a heavy sigh. Her attempts to communicate with the droids were turning out to be useless, as the plain computer-like screen stared directly at her, the only noise being that of the various fights underway in the background and the almost silent whirring of the machine's various components, of which Serenity had little to no knowledge of.

The patron's to left were subject to the emotionless rampage of the machine. As many men and women drew weapons, varying from simple blasters to even grabbing plates and smashing them against the walls as make-shift shivs, it continued its warpath. The poorly made and designed bolt ricochet off of its superior armor and even scorching a chair, permanently leaving a black mark on it. Knowing she was screwed at this point, she let out a devilish scream encompassing the entire tavern, shattering some glasses along with causing some of the customers begin to break down to the floor on their knees with similar, but not even close to as loud and horrifying as what was coming out of this child's mouth. The robot's, however, were unaffected, not even a nudge made her lose confidence in her ability to even fight back effectively.

The jukebox song changed as it began to play this song.

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UbQgXeY_zi4[/youtube]​

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Serenity began to gently laugh and the former emotionless expression turned to one of happy as a regular began to play.

"Now who's after me this time?" ​

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[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

When the scream screeched across the bar, glasses and windows shattered as the bar goers dropped to their knees. Even one of the War Dogs TV faced screens cracked a little under the sheer piercing pitch of sound. But Serenity was right, that didn't stop them at all. The droid on the right only kept going on its rampage as the music blared through the speakers of the jukebox. One of the patrons a smuggler by the looks of him, began to get his wits back and as he looked up he gazed upon a blood covered War Dog holding the broken leg of a chair with a bit of blood and brain dripping off its rigged end. There was a loud scream that was drowned out by the groovy track as the machine beat the smuggler to death in a single swoop of its augmented strike.

The dead smuggler landed a top a Twi'lek dancer who screamed at the sight of her former customer now dead in her lap. As the droid closed in on the woman he raised the chair leg and just before he could strike a large and muscular Zabrack went low and tackled the mechanical monstrosity to the ground by taking its legs out from under it. From there other patrons started to dog pile the droid and used everything from blasters to aforementioned make shift shivs to damage it.

As for droid number two who was atop the grinning girl, he raised his mechanical fist to deliver a punch that missed and smashed the duracrete floor beside her head. The machine however was vulnerable, since the girl was so small her arms would be free and she could notice a small gap in the War Dog's armor on it's side. Perhaps something to take advantage of?

Now droid numero three, he was ready to deliver the kill shot. Having disposed of the Hutt, he worked his way around to the left and cocked it's rifle so that Serenity would be able to see the barrel of the rifle pointed in her face getting ready to end her life. Looks like she had failed Blonde's little test, how disappointing. As the War Dog shouldered the pulse rifle a noise rang out behind him and it was the droid that had been downed, or rather it was what the downed droid was holding.

As a pile of customers swarmed atop the droid ripping it's circuits apart shooting oils and various fluids everywhere like a pack of hungry wolves, the War Dog held out one arm that pierced through a customers chest and straight into the air. And in that hand was no other than a live grenade.

The other two droids paused and did a comical double take as they realized what he was holding.

"Aw $#%&" The War Dog atop Serenity said as the explosion went off enveloping the bar in smoke and fire.

But something told Blonde this was far from over.

[member="Serenity LoveHeart"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

As the punched came in, she moved her head in an almost inhuman reaction. She wasn't going to die like this. She pulled the droid close and said.

"Did I mention this was my favorite song?"​

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The droid, still stunned by the reaction time was aggressively shoved off of Serenity and as she got up, the still attached canon was raised and she pointed it directly at the War dog's face. The grin grew across her face even further and as she did, instead of a scream a laugh started to rise, from faint to even louder than the scream previously heard. As the second droid finished off the Hutt and began to encroach on Serenity, attempting to gain a vantage by sneaking up on her; however, the metallic footsteps could not even be drowned out by her maniacal laughter as the canon swerved, still shooting and shattering windows on the other side to face the droid; assuming he does not dodge this he will be blasted back by the force of the bolts into the counter-top, meeting the same fate as his former victim.

But as she finished with that, a high pitched scream came out as she turned around, now with her weapon lowered and in a confused expression,

"Oh Maurice would you just shut up." ​

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As she finished the sentence, the grenade detonated sending individuals flying around the room, the explosion was not something she was prepared for and as she turned in an effort to shrug off the blast, she too was sent into the counter top, sort of embracing the War Dog in a non-sensual embrace, unwillingly of course.

The explosion boomed throughout the entire street. Even Serenity herself thought that this was going to be the end, her small life of crime brought down by a mere 3 droids. No. If she was being tested, then she was about to deliver the final exam. The blast was small, but large enough for their to be burn marks left around her. The booming noise was followed by an alarm by god knows what, and the former group of civilians around it were simply no longer there. Turned to ashes and corpse piles, mostly dismembered.

Perhaps even the 'authorities' couldn't ignore this now as police sirens began to ring throughout the street. They knew her, and she had no money to pay them off. She made for the back entrance, only after looking to her former romantic-robot lover and spotting the infamous Lion's head crest.

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As the officers approached the scene, a female cadet, obviously new on the job looked in horror at the scene before her, the bar scorched, the owner shot to smithereens, innocent, well, partially, innocent off-worlders just getting a drink now dismembered, the intestinal track of them and blood smearing the walls in an awkward rendition of modern art. The more Senior Officer, baring a Lieutenant crest just turned and said with a disappointing look

"Rookie, toughen up, this is the 5th scene I've been to like this." ​

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As she exited through the back and shut the door behind her, disengaging her weapon, she whispered under her breath.

"Okay, I'll play your little game" accompanied by a faint chuckle.​

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The door was firmly locked behind her by a metal bar she found lying on the ground in what appeared to be an undercover meth lab, but she wasn't interested. She continued her way to the side door, barging it open and walking out, the polluted and filthy area filling her lungs. How she missed it. A glance to the right spotted the same police car now covering the alley. To the left, a group of kids, now staring at her intently, with mischievous expressions. Her kind of people.

She made way for them, clearly brandishing the mini-gun, who the kids had now spotted and were similarly making way for her. As they passed, one of them purposely banged into her and she released a short sigh and turned around, but they were already running towards the police. Typical. She continued making her way down the street, now empty and deserted, presumably because of the fire-fight. She was now looking for a local holo-cafe.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Blood and pieces of War Dogs were everywhere. Strewn across the bar the ruined place was just another spot left in the Queen of Nar Shaddaa's blood soaked path, and there was nothing the cops could do about. Hell, she owned the police. They were little more than thugs with uniforms on, people that she had there who had a friendlier face than the War Dogs that protected the palace. So as the cops looked around the bar for survivors, the rookie cop found her way over to a pile of debris where she searched for anything still breathing. There was a rustle of movement and perhaps she had found someone who was alive, anyone who could tell them what happened here. So as she dug deeper into the rubbish and debris, she gasped from the fright and shock of an arm jetting out of the pile and wrapping around her throat.

Slowly rising from the debris was the last War Dog and from a quick scan he could see that the woman they were holding was not to be killed. The droid simply tossed her to the side and the rookie let out a loud gasp when it's mechanical vice of a grip released her. The other officers didn't bother shooting the droid, they knew who it belonged to, and they knew that if they interfered with what was happening more heads would roll. So they just watched, they watched as the droid dusted itself off and continued with its objective.

When Serenity made it outside and past the group of kids, she'd be able to hear something coming from behind her. A smashing sound. One that got louder and louder with every bang, and with every bang the sound of bricks crumpling started to become more clear. Oh yeah, that War Dog was behind her, and when she realized that. The droid burst through the wall and jumped down from the high ground and onto the street with a crushing noise of impact. It was stained in blood, dirt, and other forms of filth. And in its hands was an assault rifle that was very much still functioning.

"Really got to hand it to the girl, she's a survivor." Blonde said as she watched from her desk.

"We really need to tone down the aggression modulator on those things when the next patch comes through." The orange haired man said then exhaled a bit of smoke from his coffin nail.

"I'm getting around to it. For now let's just watch the show." And it was going to be quite the show.

With the War Dog now on the ground, it looked around for Serenity unsure if she had stayed to fight or bolted when she heard him starting to smash through the wall.

[member="Serenity LoveHeart"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

She approached the end of the alleyway and heard the bricks crumpling. She didn't have time for this, glancing round before dashing to the left side and shoving unsuspecting bystanders to the ground and out of her way, followed by some swears. The droids were effective, she would give them that, but their tedious nature and hyper activeness made them easy pickings, at least for someone who had an eye and a gun that could shred through the armor. The dash turned to a jog, before turning into a slow walk, making sure to keep wary of her surroundings and any potential on-lookers staring at her for too long.

She had approached a holo cafe, now nearly empty, the former lights which would have said 'Wortes' now only saying 'Wort' after various electricity and circuitry wiring had been either removed or cut by the locals. As she came to the door, a medium sized man, who presumably was Mr Worte; about to turn over the sign saying

"Closed"​

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Before he could even mouth out that they were closed, she aggressively slammed the door open knocking him to the side. The holo-computers still glowing as they hadn't been shut off yet. She took out card, inputted her payment details and she had half an hour of research to do, who cares how much it costs, its stolen anyway. Right?

As she began typing in a description of crest which was displayed on War Dog, the computer began to malfunction. As Mr Worte got onto his legs again and fixed his tight fitting black suit, his glasses now cracked from being shoved he began to walk over to Serenity. The man even in comparison to her was of small physique, he had little to no muscle mass and began to speak.

"Ma'am! You really can't just barge in like that, what will our custome-.."​

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She stopped him before he could finish his sentence. "Why isn't this working?" ​

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He sighed and looked at the computer, then looked at her directly. "It's not working because you set off the silent alarm." ​

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She got up as if she was about to leave, but just as he was following her to the door attempting to stop her, she turned around, grabbing him by the neck and specifically his shirt, blocking some air from going to his lungs. "Wort, is it? Tell me what you know about the Lion's crest." ​

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He sighed again, the man obviously never receiving a break from this sort of behavior, "Something about the Syndicate... listen I really don't know, they've got a big.. stronghold or something. I really don't know anything about it, and why are you here anyway?" He obviously didn't know much, and if he did, she didn't care to spend anymore time listening to him. She had revenge to carry out.​

She let go of the man and exited the doors, leaving shattered glass behind her. She approached locals, giving them the same treatment until she found out where this 'Stronghold' was. If they were on the street, they would soon find themselves in the grip of an otherwise innocent girl. Finally, she found a Hutt exiting a well known night club not far from Plethora. Of course, he had nothing to grab onto but was too drunk and scared to put up a fight. The man actually turned out to also be a part of this, 'Racketeering' scheme. He gave it up quickly, rather than lose his precious material goods. She set off for the stronghold, which towered over the rest of the city in comparison.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Towering over the entirety of Hutta Town, Miss Blonde's Palace was a literal fortress. If the unstable kid with a gun thought she was going to do anything to attack that stronghold then she was pretty high. That or just really stupid. At least that's what the man in the orange hair thought as he puffed on his cigarette. She must of been crazy, because by the looks of things she was on her way there with a one way ticket in hand. He wasn't even quite sure what to do really, thankfully he wasn't in charge.

"I knew this one was special." Blonde said as she let her metallic chin rest on her cupped hands.

"What do we do? Do we kill her? She's coming here!" Orange said with a grunt afterwards of frustration.

Blonde simply laughed in response and then let out a short sigh of content. The fact that the girl had shown this much zeal and willingness to survive had continued to impress her.

"Let her come. Order the War Dog to break chase and return to base. I want to see where she's going with this." Blonde smiled under her metal gas mask and continued to watch as things progressed.

Whenever the woman entered Hutta Town, it was like stepping into a new world. Where the outer limits of the district were like any other spot on Nar Shadda, this one was quite different. Here there were patrols of War Dogs, not just three of them, but over a dozen per patrol. The place was swarming with them, and not only those. But there were strange small spider like walkers with massive machine guns strapped to their backs, they looked quite deadly. However despite all this hardware designed to kill, the citizens looked pretty happy. This was the safest place on Nar Shaddaa, no one even dared carry a blaster here for fear of what might happen to them.

Lining the streets there were clubs, places to eat, even a freaking yoga studio, compared to the rest of the planet this place was paradise. And at the center of paradise the massive palace rose overhead to cast its large and imposing figure and walls. However the kid wanted to play it, it was up to her now. She was on Blonde's territory now and in here she was god, all seeing and all knowing.

"Prime Red and Blue for retrieval. If she tries to run then they'll handle her." This was gonna be fun.

[member="Serenity LoveHeart"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

The busy streets of the Hutt palace were nothing new to Nar Shaddaa, especially when you entered. The gateway leading into the center of town was flooded, various guard patrols made their way around. She could possibly take out one patrol of them if needed, but anything more would strain her, especially with all these people around who either looked to be loyal to whoever owned this place, or too scared to defy them. Either way, she had a score to settle. It took no less than 5 minutes before she spotted the enormous palace. Great.

The intimidating spider bots were also quite surprising, who ever had designed this paradise in a hell-hole obviously knew how to keep their people in check; and possibly killing them wasn't the correct response. Regardless, she made way for the center of the town; getting looks from passerbys. She certainly felt out of place now as people had no issue directly banging into her shoulder, but unlike outside she was helpless to respond in the only way she knew how to, which was killing them.

The palace itself was looked even bigger when she got close, as the guard patrols intensified and she began to spot some curious Spider-like machines turn their, what she assumed, heads to look at her for more than a brief second. It was starting to get worrying, but she continued. She was even approached and asked about her weapon, but when she began to point the barrel at their face they were shocked into submission and ran away.

Various signs pointed her in the general direction of where she needed to be, but not being familiar and of course, the actual office itself being so secure she got lost easily, but continued to attempt to find where this person was.

She began to ponder on who it was as she walked, a friend of her father, someone her sister had betrayed, possibly even a former victim of hers getting revenge on Serenity for stealing 10 credits. People in Nar Shaddaa were crazy and would snap at a moment's instance, and this was no different, and given the lavish facilities she could see here, the 3 war dogs that were sent earlier were obviously a test. Had she wanted Serenity dead, they would've sent what seems like an army to that bar, blew it up, and paid the authorities to do nothing.

​But this really was an everyday occurrence that needed settled.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Watching from her desk, Miss Blonde was simply enjoying the show. Serenity had made her way all the way to Hutta town and it was proof that she was indeed worthy. She noted the sigil on the War Dog, was able to shake one of their tails, and tracked her down here. Now this was where Blonde would need to step in before a sniper dome'd her and splattered her brains across the streets. So what was Blonde to do? Well it was time to get the girl inside so she could meet her. Hopefully she wouldn't take the whole blowing up the bar and brutal murder thing personal. It was just business after all and while her droids May of gotten a little carried away, it was hardly her fault that they drew weapons on them. If you asked her those bar patrons were asking to get shot in the face and exploded.

"Do we send in Red and Blue for collection?" The orange haired man said he a stamped out his cigarette in an ashtray.

Blonde paused for a moment and thought about that. While they were certainly qualified for it, Red wasn't really the most stable of personalities. His counterpart Blue seemed like he would be the best to take the lead in this situation.

"Yes. Send them in, but be sure Blue takes the lead. This might require a more gentle touch." Blonde gave her directions and her underling would see to it being carried out.

Unknown to Serenity now the two droids known simply as Red & Blue had been activated to seek her out and kindly ask her to come have a chat with Miss Blonde. They were best known on Nar Shaddaa as the twin dragons who ate force users for a living.

A few minutes would pass and nothing would happen. But soon that boredom would break and in a distance the young girl could gaze upon two droids walking their way down a dusty street near the palace walls. Their exotic look and strange weapons put fear in most people, and they were clearly approaching Serenity. There was no doubt about that. However their weapons were put away at the moment, so what did that mean? Was it a trap? Another test.

"HEY MEATBAG!!! THE BOSS WANTS TO SEE YOU!! DON'T MAKE ME MURDER YOU!!!" The Red droid shouted from down the street as the two continued to walk down it.

"ON SECOND THOUGHT PLEASE DO LET ME MURDER YOU!!" The droid let out a crazed little laugh then it's counterpart gave the red droid a punch to the shoulder for him to cut it out.

The two droids would be upon the girl soon, it was up to Serenity on what to do next. She was practically surrounded by patrols and she probably had no idea what Red and Blue were capable of.

[member="Serenity LoveHeart"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

Following one too many wrong turns, a scuffle with a Bothan and now being tripped up by some loose rope on the ground, she recovered her composure and dusted the dirt off of her clothes. Perhaps this was the one enemy who would get the better of her; was this too big of an undertaking for her, had she met her match? She continued to ponder as the Red and Blue robots approached her.

She didn't know the two, not on any celebrity like level. She had heard of 2 robots being able to outmatch force users like her father in duels, but that was something of mere myth and legend. Infact, had she not been where she was, surrounded by spider-like bots and killer AI who clearly needed anger management, she would've blasted them. But maybe, this was their bosses way of getting her attention, it worked a lot better than the incident at the bar just hours prior.

She proceeded to raise herself off of the ground with a cautious look towards the two,

"Alright... try anything and we'll see who's getting murdered."

She then proceeded to follow the two while keeping a close eye on their weaponry, which seemed to out-gun (or out-katana) her, at least for the moment.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

The droid wearing the strange Atrisian style blue helmet approached Serenity and took her words in carefully. Truth be told he could probably strike her down before that Z-6 had a chance to start spinning, but he'd been givin orders only to act in self defense. So being the more cool of the two, Blue would simply give the kid a thumbs up since he lacked facial expressions. It was a pretty sarcastic thumbs up as well, as if he were saying "Whatever you need to tell yourself, kiddo." Or something along those lines.

"Our Lady will see you now." Blue said as he turned his back to her.

Red aligned himself behind the girl with both blades drawn and ready to cut her down if she tried anything. So far her skill for survival had been impressive, and Blonde prided herself on nurturing talent like that. So as the two droids walked the woman through the VIP gate away from the public entrance, they stepped inside the palace and were surrounded with fine art and rugs that adorned the walls and floors of even the guest hallway. It was a testament to the money and wealth Syndicate had acquired over the years. Hopefully if Blonde's plans went right, they would be Serenity's one day.

While Blonde was practically immortal what with the whole anti aging tech she kelp on the down low, she didn't want to do this forever. She had kids man. But back to the point. They entered a hallway and eventually reached a elevator that would take them straight up to where Serenity needed to be.

"We'll need you to strip completely and disarm. A change of clothes are waiting for you in the elevator." The droid said in a very matter of fact voice.

"ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THAT BIRTHDAY SUIT GURL!" Red shouted then laughed once more.

It was a standard precaution in the criminal underworld. People wore wires, that was a fact. You never knew who was recording what, and while it might of been rather forward for the droids to have her strip down, it was better safe than sorry. Inside the elevator would be a standard set of clothes in her size. A pair of pants, undergarments, shirt, hoodie, shoes, it was all there.

"We lack a gender so don't flatter yourself." Blue said in a plain tone.

[member="Serenity Loveheart"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

They entered what seemed to be a hall way, famous and beautiful paintings lined the walls, and as she strut down and was told to undress infront of the two, she felt a tad embarrassed. This wasn't something she had done before, and it really wasn't something she was comfortable doing. The last person who had seen her naked was her father, but then it came to mind that these were robots; and as the blue one had said, they lack gender, who cares if they see her, but the swords being wielded continued to put a constant fear in her.

With this thought in-mind, she proceeded to remove her clothes while subconsciously covering her private areas from view, a force of habit if anything else, before slipping on the rather plain dressings. Probably the worst thing about the situation was the cold hard steel of the elevator on her bare feet, and the fact she had forgotten to close the elevator doors on the two bots who could've easily recorded her, although, she doubts that very much. This place doesn't look like it would support that. She much preferred her old outfit, if you could call it that, being a leather sports bra and very small short-shorts. Regardless, she put them on with no emotion at the end, one of her childhood fears could be checked off.

She also left her rotary cannon blaster, Zaps, along with her assault rifle which she carried around for emergencies. After being fully stripped of her weapons and really any means of self-defense, bar her fists.

"Hope you didn't get a kick out of that"

Turning to the red robot and grinning, hoping to get a reaction from the seemingly mad bot who spoke in such a loud tone you could possibly hear him all the way from the front entrance. She proceeded to laugh before continuing to follow the bots.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Picking up the girl's clothes and weapons, Blue neatly folded them then handed them off to Red who sheathed his swords before taking them. Once he had them the droid let out a disguised and audible groan mixed with a sigh that he had to be the one to take care of this tedious duty. He was a warrior droid designed to kill force users, this was beneath him dammit. But he'd begrudgingly carry out what needed to be done.

"See to it they are taken to the incinerator and burned. Afterwards take the weapons and green light them before putting them in the weapon's locker." Blue gave his brother a few orders and once again Red groaned.

"FINE! BUT I WONT LIKE IT!" The two droids then looked over to the now plainly dressed kid and Blue spoke rather calmly as per usual.

"This is where we must part ways. It has been an honor." Blue gave a small bow to the girl and from behind him, Red could be seen flipping the girl the bird.

"LATER FLAT CHEST!" The droid once more let out his mad laugh and the doors in front of Serenity forcibly closed and seemed to be jammed shut.

With the doors now sealed up tight, the elevator began to move on its lonesome and proceeded to move upwards. A little bit of plain and droll elevator music played as it proceeded towards its destination. It was a quiet ride for a bit, that was until a voice could be heard coming from a speaker above. This one was much different from the droids. It still sounded robotic in nature by its distorted tone, but it had a very feminine appeal to it.

"Once the door opens feel free to help yourself to a drink. You look like you've had a long night." The voice said in a voice that was very authoritative yet had almost a relaxed part of it.

The elevator would eventually come to a stop and soon the doors opened to reveal a waiting room. Inside of it there was plenty of snacks laid out such as cookies, coffee, a few pastries, and of course hard alcohol. It was Nar Shaddaa after all. Everything had a real sweet smell to it and would more than likely taste heavenly.

"Don't worry, they're not poisoned." the voice said once again over a loudspeaker.

"I'll be right with you."

[member="Serenity Loveheart"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

As the red robot said that, she let out a soft giggle before the elevator doors shut. The clothes were replaceable, and to be honest, the robots had ample opportunity to strike her down if she was going to be injured. Whoever she was about to meet wanted to speak with her, or at least, had the intention of doing that. The thoughts waited in her mind while the elevator music began to play. Tapping her foot and leaning against the back wall, she stared up at the ceiling; but jumped and let out a childish scream as soon as the voice began to speak.

"You could've just invited me in, instead of this whole mess. Honestly."

The sweet smell infused her lungs, she ignored the seats and immediately made way for the pastries laid out in front of her. Some of her favourites... she had forgotten their names, but they certainly looked just like mother's cooking, at least the pink round cakes did. The hard alcohol was something she pondered on taking, she was told to avoid it, but... who was going to stop her? Especially on this planet. However, before she could even consider outstretching her hand, the intercom began to speak again, the female's voice piercing the silence.

This was accompanied by another jump, but not so nearly as dramatic. She sat down again and waited for further instructions.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

As the girl sat down, she wouldn't have to stay there very long. The doors leading into the private office opened up and stepping out was something that could be considered rather shocking. The person who had arrived in the room wore a black business suit, tie, and had a metallic mask strapped to her face. Her long golden blonde hair fell to her upper back and what was most off putting was her stature. The woman was short, like really short. She was five feet tall if not a hair shy of it, the sixteen year old girl was taller than her. It was kind of sad, but Blonde certainly didn't mind her height whatsoever.

"The pastries won't eat themselves, they are for you after all. Grab a few and step inside, I wish to have words with you." Blonde said in a very commanding yet gentle voice.

Once she had given her orders the woman didn't slip back into the office. No she walked over towards the drink section and looked around for a beverage that could drink. There were certain choices she wasn't allowed to have due to circumstances in her body, but that wasn't going to be addressed right now. So instead she simply settled for a cup of coffee with a bit of sugar and creamer in it. Once the cup of hot caf was in her hands she looked back over to the girl to see if she was doing alright.

"You really impressed me out there today. You're a little wild for my tastes, but I think with a little refinement you could be something to really contend with." Blonde said in a more cheerful voice this time around.

She had kept her force signature dialed down at the moment, didn't want the girl to start picking up on how inherently dangerous it was and get scared. She simply wanted to make sure all the marks for this meeting were hit properly. The girl was talented, but like a wild stallion she needed to be broken in before anything useful could come of her. That meant pulling her out of the wild and into a more civilized setting where one didn't have to worry about if they could eat breakfast today or where they would sleep tonight. That was the first step, provide luxuries.

[member="Serenity Loveheart"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

The women walked in and Serenity was, well, surprised. This was her killer? In fact, she spluttered on the water she was drinking but regained her composure. As soon as she stood up though, her eyes went wider as she really saw the scope of her, Serenity was definitely not a giant, but she was only accustomed to speaking to people who were taller than her, not to mention criminal entrepreneurs. As she said, she took a handful of the pastries and began to waltz over to her, leaning against the bar table.

"Well. I'd be willing to let the whole, 'Trying to kill me issue' go out the window... if.. you employ my sister along with me."

The cards, for the first time in a while, were exclusively in Serenity's hands. If this woman wanted a deal, she was going to stretch it, maybe the last demand wasn't so demanding as it was re-paying her sister for allowing her to live. And besides, they worked better as a team. Family before friends, right?

"Oh and, you need to tell me the recipe for these, they're simply divine. Do you cook yourself? I like to cook, but it's really nothing to be proud of. Anyway. Why aren't you drinking any wine? I thought grown-ups were meant to do that... also why are yo-.." she stopped herself before continuing, that last question might have made things a little more awkward than they needed to be, especially if this woman was going to be her employer, of some kind for the foreseeable future

She then proceeded to take a seat on one of the bar stools, letting her legs hang down, not quite reaching the floor yet.

"And when am I getting my guns back?"


[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Well she was certainly a chatty little Cathy. Miss Blonde was quite different on the other hand. While she could certainly go on and talk about whatever needed to be addressed, her words were deliberate. They were as much a weapon as her pistols, and so she'd have to teach the girl that lesson. That if you were going to speak, then you make sure your point is made and the person you are talking to hears that loud and clear. That each time you decided to talk, you needed to concise and consistent. So once she finished getting her beverage the small woman turned around and pulled a small tube from her mask.

The drink tube went into the liquid and a small mechanical whirling noise could be heard as it started to pull in the caf. With a few good drinks of the stimulating elixir, Blonde swirled the cup around a bit letting her body show a more casual demeanor.

"You know I could do that, hire your sister. But then I'd have to perform a background check, make sure she's clean, no red flags. That sort of business. But sadly if a red flag happened to pop up, I'd have to kill her. But then it wouldn't stop there. I'd have to kill your father, mother, other siblings, friends, anyone who might come looking. You see once you pile up enough corpses people tend to stop asking questions or looking for missing people." There was another swish of coffee then Blonde took another drink from her tube.

"So sure, why not? That's assuming you know there wouldn't be any red flags right? Cause you know, I'd have to kill ya." Blonde chuckled a bit, it was small yet icy little laugh that could chill people down to the bone.

"Oh and their from a place called Fernando's Bakery, I'll go have the baker's fingers broken until he coughs up the recipe." Her words remained deliberate and on message.

They were informing Serenity she was in no position to demand anything from her, that she would burn everything down and go on like nothing had even happened. Blonde didn't need to directly say anything directly, she was just talented when it came to letting people know she was a dangerous person.

"Well let's get going, meeting won't start itself." Blonde said as she walked into her office and sat behind her desk.

Serenity would be free to follow and pull up chair to relax and have a chat.

[member="Serenity Loveheart"]

 

[Natalie LaForte]

"And what's a red flag exactly? I'm pretty sure my sister has none of them. She's as golden as me."

She said as she continued to walk, pulling out the leather chair from the desk and taking a seat on it. She moved around in it a bit, trying to get comfortable as the cold material sent shivers down her spine.

"And what exactly are we discussing? My employment, my execution?"

Finishing the last bun, she licked her fingers clean, outstretching them and then popping them. *Crack!*. She did the same to her neck as she rolled it around. *Crack!* afterwards, crossing her legs and placing her hands on them. As she awaited a respond she continued to take sips from the glass of water. This woman didn't seem to laugh much, even at the jokes she made herself which Serenity did soft giggles in response, she was serious and straight-to-the-point.

"The only hint I've even got is a bit of hostility, from the, you know, trying to kill me, which I'm going to assume was your good intentions in seeing if I could make it this far, am I correct in saying that?"

As she said this she uncrossed her legs, placed her hands on her lap and moved her head in, forward to the conversation, her legs tapping subconsciously and twiddling her thumbs.

[member="Miss Blonde"]