What is the difference between agent, and assassin?

[Garza]

Coruscant
Mid-level apartment
Sunset

A day of work was done. Gathering intel on the recent fights that have been taking place in the underworld, it was all tied to one mafia. They seemed organized enough to pose some sort of threat to the local authorities. Otherwise, if the Sith Government were brought in on this, it would be easily squashed. Like that was going to happen. Their government was more focused on expanding, and defeating the Jedi. I shook my head as my robotic arm grabbed the glass of alcohol gently. Moving from the kitchen counter to a seat in the main room, I took my seat. Closing my eyes for a moment as I sat the glass down on the endtable.

I was relaxing and decided to take out the two sidearms from their holsters, and set them next to the glass. I leaned back and went into my deep-chair sitting. Closing my eyes once more to sip on the burning, yet cool liquid. Feeling it slide down my throat as I would prepare myself to fall asleep. A healthy body needed rest to perform at it's top shape.

Deeply breathing, I was going to take the day off tomorrow. Probably just sleep in or something. Either way, I wasn't in the mood for fighting, nor even just gathering intel for the time being. I wanted a rest. Though, I had a bad feeling that, that was going to be interrupted in the near future.

[member="Azula Yeshevsky"],

 

[Nymeria Vizsla]

Azula looked down on the holopad, checking all of her contracts again. She currently had 7, one of them was named Shawn Winters. Beside his name was a short list of information and a set of coordinates. Which was where she was headed now.

The assassin thought over her interaction with the last. Quick and boring. She hoped this one would prove more of a challenge, nothing causing inconvenience to the kill of course. Just enough to give her blade a challenge.

Then, just as she began to think of how she would kill this fellow, the taxi driver waved her off his car. Accordingly she jumped off, handing him a few credits in the process.

"Thanks." She said and began to survey her surroundings.

The apartment was listed as two floors above the deck. The assassin saw two possible routes, she could climb up the ladder over the billboard, or take the elevator. She decided in the case, to go stealthy and through the window. This man was listed as a agent...so taking that route may be the best option.

Azula carefully stepped onto the platform made out for the mechanical workers. It was only a few foot out and if she was being honest, it was a bit nerve racking. Nevertheless she made her way to the ladder, and then with ease climbed to the top. As she grew closer to the coordinates she could feel this nervous but exciting feeling growing in her stomach.

Now that she was at the top of the billboard she glanced down to her arm and read the coordinates once more. 1123-3233-3443-343. Not exactly simple, but still, easy enough. After surveying the many windows once more she found the one, the light was still on but she needed to be careful. If he were awake this would make things much more diffucult. But then, who is awake at this time?

Azula had no time to question things, she was on a strict business venue and she couldn't think this over too much. She climbed over, maybe a bit too fast but the clock was running afterall.

Once she reached the window, holding on with one arm she grabbed her katana and with a quick motion she thrusted it into the glass. With it being so sharp it cut in without shattering the glass. A grin formed upon her lips as she noticed the sleeping man in the corner, then quickly she cut a circle and jumped in.

The assassin then crept over, looking him down once. Closely, so she would never forget his face. She then aligned her blade on his neck.

Before she could make the kill, a crash happened outside, two ships collided and caused a large explosion. Due to this, he would have been deaf not to wake.

[member="Satele Carrick"]

 

[Garza]

I started to rest. Breathing in and out. Letting the light dimly light my eyes under my eyelids. It felt good to close them and keep them closed for a bit. I enjoyed rest when I could. However with how much I had been working recently, it was difficult to find a good place to sleep. Well, to be correct, not difficult to find a place, more so actually falling asleep. As someone who could constantly be hunted, I had to sleep with one eye open. I could control my sleeping habits. Light sleeping so even the slightest sound would wake me up. And even now, I wasn't in a deep sleep. I had thought about it, and oh was I tempted. However, I still needed to clean my guns and gear. I needed to freshen up a little. I hadn't taken a shower in a few days. So I was fairly ripe.

I yawned a little when there was a slight punch in my mind. Almost like someone was watching me. Intuition. Almost as though I knew someone else was here. You know that hair raising feeling like someone is about to gut you from behind, or has their eyes burning a hole into your soul? Yeah. It kind of felt like that all of a sudden. I could hear light scratching sounds. I kept my eyes closed. And slowly opened my hands. After a second, I could feel a drift of cold air. My apartment was kept warm. On Coruscant, it was windy almost all the time. it may not be gusts, but it was a breeze here and there.

Feeling a cold chill go down my spine, I decided that now was the time. I snapped my eyes open just in time to see a crash between two vehicles, but more importantly, a katana being held level with my neck. My reflexes kicked in smacking the blade away from me, and sending a kick out to the woman. The hakama she wore, with her hair tied up. Ready for a fight. However, she was expecting someone else. Not me. My kick would easily reach her as she was closer to my feet, than my neckline.

Following up, I grabbed the arms of my chair with a literally iron grasp. Standing up, and yanking it over my head to throw the chair at her. I took that second to draw my two knives. Left hand in a reverse grip, and the right in a sword fashion.

"Pray that you pissed off the wrong person girl."

[member="Azula Yeshevsky"]

 

[Nymeria Vizsla]

She flew back, resisting the heavy urge to upchuck once the kick began to set in. Landing on her back, it didn't take a genius to figure this position wasn't the best to be in at this time, especially considering the chair in his hands. Accordingly she quickly rolled out of the way and onto her feet.

The assassin then took her katana and as the chair flew through the air she sliced right through it, sending wooden shards at the agent, one had backfired and hit her cheek as well. A small line of blood falling from her pale skin, but nothing that phased her.

"You must have me confused with someone who cares."

Her voice was pleasant, yet cold at the same time. The assassin then grabbed the knife on her back, launching herself forward. It was with a powerful thrust that she stabbed the dagger into his foot in a attempt to nail him down. She then kneed him in the gut and left him with a quick roundhouse kick, hoping to break a few ribs with the force of her black lacen boots.

When she had a moment to look at her situation she could see a few possible ways to kill him. The apartment wasn't huge, but she knew fighting in here would be a nightmare for her. As a place like this is filled with environmental threats, and she would fight much better if she had maneuverability. Her best bet was to get him out of the room.

Azula looked down, she took in a deep breath, and while she had a moment she also wiped the blood from her cheek. She then slowly stepped back, closing in on the window behind her. At this point, she could also hear the federals below from the wreck.

Fantastic.

[member="Satele Carrick"]

 

[Garza]

Her reaction to throwing my chair? Cutting through it with her Katana. Was she trying to look bad? Cus she wasn't doing all so great. Cutting through the chair, instead of just avoiding it, or using some other method of avoiding the improvised weapon would have increased her chances of fighting me. She wore herself out to try and destroy the chair. She was fast though. I would give her that. The shards of wood? no problem. Holding my arm up in front of my face, and I was fine. Most of the rest just hit my body and bounced off. Wood wasn't as dangerous as you thought.

"One, that was my favorite chair. Two, Nice attitude."

She moved fast. Leaning down to stab a knife into my boot, and right between my metal toes to the ground. Pinning me. She tried to come up and roundhouse kick me. You see, it takes time to go from a down position, to an upright one, and then roundhouse me. You have to have the right stance to make any sort of damage that would be worth the effort. Otherwise, it was blockable. Like it is now. My hands came together in a cup shape, and formed around her boot. Preventing her from damaging my stomach. The force from the impact sent me backwards. My left foot that was not pinned took a step back, and kept me up while she back peddled towards the window.

I shook my head. She didn't know what to do. She was wasting time. Anybody who was comfortable in this situation would have already been on the offensive, not backing up. I leaned down while still looking at the woman, and yanked the dagger out of my foot. I watch her as she wiped the blood from her face.

"I believe this belongs to you."

Standing upright, I held the dagger out towards her. Letting her take it if she wanted. However, she wouldn't have time to accept it. I pulled my arm back, and throwing the weapon with a flick of my wrist, was aimed straight for her. Considering I too, owned knives, and I too, was proficient in their use, you think I could calculate the weight of the object, and learn to throw it. As such, I did. It was used as a distraction as I moved in for the kill.

My legs moved faster than any human possible. I went from standing to a dead sprint in two steps. That is not normal. My speed rivaled that of Jedi's using Force speed. I came in closer than she would expect. Considering I was not a force user, just a lowly agent, I brought my right fist in for a strike to her jaw, and my left in a cross, followed by an elbow from the right, and a knee from the left. Lightning fast, and deadly accurate.

She should have prayed.

[member="Azula Yeshevsky"]

 

[Nymeria Vizsla]

His look, his walk, his voice, even his clothes. Everything about him pissed her off. If there was one thing that could annoy the assassin, it was a attitude. Of course, she had one herself but that was fine and all. What really ticked her off when he held out her own blade. She grit her teeth in annoyance and clenched her fists together. She was sure as hell her amber eyes looked like fire as they met his.

Bastard. She thought, taking her hand and placing it around the crossbow on her belt.

Then as he threw the dagger, she easily stepped aside. Letting it fly right past her and through his window, shattering it. "Destroying our things are we? Talk about anger issues." She said sarcastically, her tone obviously pissed. Yet she should have talked less, and watched closer. Because once she had seen it, he was already a few feet from her. Azula dodged the first three attacks, a right hook at her jaw, a follow up, and a elbow, simply, his mistake. All she had to do was bend down. Unfortunately though, the knee hit her hard. Nothing she couldn't take, but it hurt. There was no denying that.

While he was close to her, she took the opportunity to pull him even closer. Taking the crossbow, Azula stuck it into his torso. She smiled briefly and brought her lips close to his ear, so close he would feel the warmth of her breath.

"Check." She then pulled the trigger and a bolt fired.

Just as planned, she grabbed his neck and fell backwards, letting gravity do the rest.

They both tumbled out of the window, however Azula had already worked this out. Accordingly she let go of him and quickly grabbed the railing connected to the wall. Dangling there, she watched as the cocky agent tumbled through the air. Azula doubted even his 'lightning' reflexes would stop his current course. Unfortunately though, the apartment was only a few floors from the platform below. So the fall wouldn't kill him...probably.

How's cocky working out for you now, jerk.

[member="Satele Carrick"]

 

[Garza]

Dodging the knife was expected. She looked even more angry now than before. Considering that the dagger she used against me was now being used against her? Expected. The sudden jolt to be right next to her, surprise was on her face for a second as she crouched down. Good thing I threw in that knee, because that made her somewhat injured. Meaning the fight was closer and closer leaning towards my side of the win. But, I had to stop there. A crossbow was slammed into my stomach, and my head was pulled towards her. The whispering in my ear of the key term for chess. However, she said the wrong one.

As she was about to pull the trigger, my hands went down to the sides of the weapon, and pushed it away, but I was a little too late. It pierced into my side. Damn did it hurt, and oh did I have the yell to tell her as such. Even more so when we began to tumble out of the window. She had grabbed somewhere along the ledge, because I found myself free falling for a second. I shook my head as I activated my Jump servos. Pushing me towards the building, I grabbed a hold by literally slamming my hand through a window, and grabbing the ledge. I started to pull myself up, and looked inside the room to see a couple sitting on the bed.

They were having fun time. The woman had covered up her breasts with the blanket, and the man had covered his waist with the rest of the blanket. Both of their faces were stunned, and both had wild styles of hair. Nodding to them, I spoke for a second.

"Use protection man. You never know what will happen to you."

I turned around and walked towards the ledge. Using the jump servos once more to leap across to the next building. Slamming into the side, I looked up at the woman who was still hanging there. Possibly trying to climb up.

Yelling across the distance.

"You said the wrong term queen! Its Checkmate!"

reaching down to the sidearms on my side, I realized they were still sitting on the counter in my room. Damn. Only if I had them. it would be so nice because the crossbow required two hands to reload. and a gun needed one. Forget it, I'll fight her bare handed then.

[member="Azula Yeshevsky"]

 

[Nymeria Vizsla]

As he managed to land on the other side of the building, rather skillfully, Azula had already pulled herself to the mechanical workers balcony and was working on a plan. She reached for her grappling spike launcher , unhooking it from her utility belt as the wind caught her hair. With a slight smirk the women aimed it his way. She then pulled the trigger and a cable launched directly above him, cutting right through the, what she assumed was a water-tower, and allowing her to grapple towards him. Which was her original plan, but with this she had a much better idea.

Bending down she hit the slack button, allowing for a few inches of extra cable so she could tie it around the steal beam behind her. The vigilante then caught the eye of the agent, and she whispered quietly.

"No, this is checkmate, queen."

She then laid her finger across the button and pushed down, the cable then viciously yanked at the water tower. It took a few seconds, but eventually the aluminum sheet metal of the tower started to rip, there was even a little shaking coming from the steel beam behind her, but that water tower wasn't going to win this battle. It was with a shrieking sound, similar to that of what Azula thought a dying hawk bat would sound like, that a large chunk of the wall ripped right off that tower.

She imagined the cocky agent would be a little wet soon.

[member="Shawn Winters"]