Vengeance and Sabers [Keva]

[Tasha Blackmoor]

They wouldn't know Tasha Blackmoor. Most of them didn't. She killed the first ones that did. Slavers. Filth. If there was a such thing a sentient scum they were it. She spent one year in their custody and it was one she would never forget. And perhaps one she would never forgive. And if she ever did, it was not today. Today the former Jedi was watching, quietly. She had her RZ-A-A-wing-interceptor hidden away when she'd landed. A planet around Hutt Space.

She looked at them, the woman was armed, and prepared. Body and mind. Cirgun-plate-body-armor with the fully equipped helmet a personal-combat-deflector-shield on her left arm. Wrist_link on her right. Guard Breaker and her original Lightsaber both equipped horizontally on the back of her belt. A Kueget_LN-21_blaster_pistol on her right, with a BSB pistol on her left and a another rifle version in her hands. Over all of this she wore a Rancor hide cloak stained black.

She gritted her teeth, watching them from a distance as they herded their batch of slaves into cages like animals. Tasha was more intelligent then she was as a Padawan. More patient. But she held a great disgust for Slavers that had never vanished. She was just far better at making sure they never saw the light of day again. Speaking of which.

When the sun shrunk beneath the horizon, it was her time to move. No cameras saw her, she made sure of that, technopathy was a powerful weapon when used correctly and it was a skill that Tasha specialized in. Which left only the guards. Sonic blasters weren't quiet, that was one big problem with them. That was why her attacks would only began after she was ready for them to begin. First she went to the slave cages, they began to mutter but she held up a hand to her helmets mouth, "Keep quiet. I brought a transport." she focused on the lock, opening it with the force and releasing them, giving them directions to it. She might not be able to release them all right away. But if she could get some of them out, and then kill the slavers, that would have to do. These were just the slaves that were easy to get to, the ones that they didn't care enough to hide in cellars or more inside the compound. Needed them ready to move.

Next came the hard part, but the part she'd been waiting for. She breathed in quietly as she moved closer to the compound. It wasn't the biggest location. Maybe a total of 30-40 non-slaves. Of course, a good few of them could fight. But it was night time. Most of them weren't ready for an assault.

The first shout was heard only after two had already fallen, the sound of a sonic rifle wasn't the most quiet when it hit. It wasn't put on light setting either. Rupturing the internal organs of the targets not prepared for the sonic weaponry that was more common with geonosians then anyone else. Tasha's helmet however was fitted so that it would survive the sounds the weapon made when it hit. But those where were nearby the blasts were prone to ringing from it.

Of course, staying in one place was a poor idea. After another two shots from a distance she got on the move. Making her way around the compound in the dark, making a camera on the opposite side of the compound go dark as if it was shot to distract attention, then using her lightsaber to cut a hole into its wall and forcing her way in. There were a few speeders and land transports here, potential escape methods. She rushed deeper into the compound now, avoiding attention, hiding where she was to the cameras. Everyone was focused on the outside, for now. But sooner or later they'd realize someone had gotten in.

 

[Keva]

[SIZE=11pt]Keva made a slow stride to the compound, clad in the usual armor plating that she wore on her various adventures and missions: the black plate of a Legionnaire with the dark robes of her acolyte gear made her a shadow walking. Of course, the meager frame of such a sithling could pose no such threat to a gaggle of slavers that easily outnumbered her, right?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]But Keva was a sly rat, who was quickly becoming adept in the art of murder. Taking her jagged and sharp saber, a trophy from a dead world, she took the cylinder into her hand. Gazing out the Slavers who now frantically searched the outside of the compound...no...she looked at the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]trash [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]outside the compound. And so she continued her slow approach, the wrist-blaster attached to her vambrace giving as slight hiss, and the new shoulder-mounted blaster she had added onto the armor giving a whirl so as to say it’s readiness. And then the carnage began.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A new bout of chaos racked the facility, the reports of a dark armored figure with a fiery crimson blade hacking through the ranks with a ruthless, droid-like, efficiency. A bout more than visible to the sleuthing [member="Tasha Blackmoor"] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Keva was just as relentless as they said, she wasted no time landing killing slashes on the slavers. The bolts that did make it through absorbing against a hidden personal shield. Her lack of experience hidden behind the shock and awe of her assault. Slowly, but surely, the trail of murder made it’s way to the door. A line of corpses and limbs behind the advance.[/SIZE]

 

[Tasha Blackmoor]

Tasha's next victims were taken out differently. She entered one of their smaller buildings, she needn't wait for her opponents to see her. Activating her personal-combat-deflector-shield so that it covered most of her body while sending off quick destructive shots from her Sonic Rifle shredding the insides of the slavers in the room, catching their own blasters, and apparently the slugs of one, using the shield, before deactivating it again as she stood in the room of corpses. The few blasters that did stand a chance of getting around the shield, a lucky one on her right, had gotten ignored because she knew the integrity of her armor against most common weapons. However, as she chose to rise higher in the building which had apparently been abandoned for the sake of attacking the outside, Tasha noticed she was not the only outsider here.

The building was sufficiently high that she could get to the top and glance out, noticing someone had carved a path of their own to the door. However, she sensed a dark presence here. Perhaps they were attacking slavers, but that did not make them good. How amusing though, that Tasha's initial advance and her further attacks would likely go more unnoticed, for now, among this persons more destructive sight. This distraction would prove most useful.

With them taking the forefront of attention now, Tasha went back down the building. Her own use of dark colors probably only further aided that her initial assault would be confused with this woman's. She took to another building, clearing it out with practiced ease. She had no need to use either of her lightsabers yet. Those were for close combat. Right now all she was doing was entering buildings that already had few slavers left in them, and blasting them apart before vanishing again.

However while most attention might remain on the slaughter outside, the sound of the sonic rifle, a robed figure, and then the discovery of corpses, had also begun to draw attention. Causing the slavers to believe there was some kind of joint operation going on here. They began paying attention both to the inside and the outside, trying to get on as many lights as they could.

And for [member="Keva"] they needed to barrel out the big weapons. Whatever grenades, rocket launchers, or heavier rifles or light cannons they had. Though getting them to her would possibly be a problem given the sudden'ness of these assaults.