Private Under new Management

[Drio'Vix Bacho]

Within his chambers Drio practiced his blade work. Aggressively maneuvering through several dummies integrating harsh melee attacks within his Juyo form. Flashbacks of his life fueling him to ever more intense practice. Whirling around to deliver a final blow imbued with the force; his chamber doors opened as the dummy came crashing to the ground in pieces. His Lord entered; "I have need of you. Come"

Following, the two went to the main quarters of their stronghold. In the center of the room a hollow map showed a fine looking mansion. "A force aligned creature has taken out several of my contacts. We must not let this slight go un-answered. You will infiltrate this compound and kill her." There was a lack nuance to the conversation, Drio's Lord was typically cold, wanting and held high expectations.

"Yes my master."

Typical of his missions he was given a datapad with the information required and little else. His purpose was to be the answer, if Drio was not up to the task - he would be killed. Gathering his armor, saber and the datapad he moved to the hangar. Given a un-remarkable ship he seethed in silence as he traveled to his objective.
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Finally he had touched down, the entire ride there was nothing but meditating upon his anger. His hate for his master, once promising to free him from his chains but in the end he was still wrapped within them. The ship landed several kilometers away from his target, helping ensure his stealth. After walking for a while he finally had it within his sights. A beautiful villa, one that would be a house of horrors by the end of the night.

Drio would wait until nightfall and begin his approach. Laying down and moving from tall grass to tall grass he stalked to his target. Watching, waiting for the moment his rage could be unleashed.

Tags: Lady Falentra

 

[Lady Falentra]

Falentra did not emerge from a ship, but rather from the nearby sea as she made her way back to the large mansion. . Dark grey clouds loomed above; another storm was brewing ahead. She traipsed onto the black sandy shore, heading towards the white building at the distance. The mansion was the newest property to her collection from inquisitor work, obtained after she had dispatched a filthy rich mafia boss and everyone below him. It had became one of her favourite places given its solitary location and proximity to the sea. The light of the sun barely grazed this part of the planet for more than a few hours a day - the weather was always stormy and damp - which while she would consider perfect for an amphibious sentient like herself, most would think awful.

The systems recognised her, the doors unlocking as she came near. Falentra entered. After washing up, she would prepare for the next day of work, a list of subjects to go investigating. The traitors to the order and the threats to the tsis'kaar, but what many wouldn't know was that the young inquisitor was one herself. She had been since a certain colleague had found her.

It was until her inhuman senses picked up on the faintest of sounds, her head lifted up from her work. The assassin new better than to disregard it and she left the study room to the living only to find that one of her windows were open. The windows wasn't opened previously. "Dvasia?" She called out into the empty space. It was often that that colleague of hers would come to visit - not just to discuss plans and collect reports, but also to dwell in things that were more... private. While Dvasius hadn't been to this new residence, he always managed to find her - likely through whatever tech he had injected into her neck when they first met.

Yet something wasn't right.