Will the real assassin please stand up? (IC)

[Ice]

Ice looked at the message on his datapad. "So Zorlog wants to meet on Nar Shadaa eh? No big surprise there." His eyes narrowed as he read the message. Something seemed off, but he couldn't put his finger on it. After a few moments contemplating, he turned toward his ships pilot. "Helmsmen! Bring us about. Navigation! Plot a course for Nar Shadaa!"

"Aye captain!" Came the quick responses from his crew. "Let's go drop off some cargo." He mumbled to himself as he left the bridge.

-Time passes, and he is now is Nar Shadaa space-

"Helmsmen. Set us down in this sector of the city." He said point to a spot on his screen. "Zorlog's warehouse. We'll be unloading our cargo there."

"Aye Captain." Said the Helmsmen once more as he did what he was ordered.

Having finally arrived. Ice disembarked, and made his way into the large warehouse. There weren't many people around. But at that moment a small droid floated up to him.

"Ice." Came it's mechanical voice. "Zorlog will see you soon. He is currently occupied, but will summon you soon. Please wait in this room here." Ice was then led into a comfortable room deeper into the warehouse with chairs, and even a few refreshments. Ice wouldn't partake though. You celebrate once the job is finished. Not before, he'd always say.

For those coming after him, the same droid would greet them on arrival, and usher them to the same room.

[member="Eliza Downheart"]
[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Eliza Downheart]

Eliza had made her way to meet someone named Zorlog, she had heard that he was the one to go to for assasinations. She needed someone like this as soon as possible.


Two nights previous when she was getting off work she had been attacked. A man by the name if Kirean Jones, he tried to kidnap her and put her into the slave trade market. She had managed to get out of the van he threw her in before they could get very far. When she was in the van she overheard that there was a high price for force using Vampires, which she was one. The fact that she had red hair didn't make things any better, she had rarely seen Vampires or anyone for that matter with red hair.

When she managed to get out a crowd had formed when they heard the screaming so Kirean drove off into the night. Now she wanted him dead.

When she got to what she thought was the back door she knocked twice, not daring to go inside without permission.
A droid appeared and the door and gestured for her to follow. It lead her to a medium sized room, with tables, chairs, and some random foods. She wondered why she was brought here.

[member="Ice"]

 

[Ice]

The situation Ice now found himself in was odd to say the least. He was used to these transactions being quick affairs. Just drop and go. Maybe stay long enough to pick up new cargo. But never linger around. You'd think this Hutt would be eager to get his hands on that much spice.

It was then the door swung open. His hand instinctively dropped to his pistol. Ice was really wishing he had brought his rifle...or even his new guard. An eyebrow rose has he saw who came in to join him. His eyes darted around trying to pick up every clue. A beautiful woman to say the least. Though she had a strange look to her. He was missing something, but couldn't place it. Was she here on business too? If not, why was she being placed in the same room as him?

When the droid left, and the door closed, he asked simply. "So. What brings you here if you don't mind my asking?" Came the voice from a corner, as he leaned up against the wall to relax. His hand, however, never left his pistol. Merely sat there in a relaxed manner.

[member="Eliza Downheart"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The warehouse was bland enough. The dark clothed individual had been present the entire time, hanging among the rafters high up. He had his legs hooked in the space between the beam and the ceiling, allowing him to hang upside, and observe the large room. There were a few chairs, and a single table that had refreshments. Ballen-Ist would not dare to consume anything offered by a Hutt, for their species disgusted him the most. The short individual had been hidden from view, blending in with the shadows for the most part. Though, anyone that was force sensitive would be able to feel his presence, for an aura of pure and eternal darkness emanated from his being.

Upon spotting [member="Eliza Downheart"] and [member="Ice"], Ballen-Ist would shift and shimmy, resulting his dark figure to fall from it's altitude, towards the floor. Flipping in mid-air, the youth's durasteel plated boots would slam onto the ground loudly, as he landed firmly on the duracrete ground. Taking a few steps forward, the concealed Sith would take a moment to observe the others that had been herded into the warehouse, now certain that something was wrong. Even so, he would remain silent, simply watching them from beneath his hooded cloak.

 

[Eliza Downheart]

Eliza came in and sat down, she nodded at the man curiously. Who was this?
"Are you the guy i talk to about getting someone killed?" She quite liked answering questions with questions, it meant she didn't always have to answer. Though the guy look really on edge, his hand was on some type of gun. Why was he so jumpy? Did she get sent to the wrong room?

"Who are you?" She peered at the guy fiercely, something wasn't right about the whole situation. The room had a scent of horror hear, a scent that is only there when blood has been shed.

Eliza crossed her legs, though her tight pants restricted her. She looked at the table and considered grabbing something to munch on but she didn't trust it. Plus she needed to feed soon enough, and not on food. She pushed out with her mind and found a deep energy source, then she pulled some from it. Not enough to harm it, just fill her up half way. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and looked at him deeply, trying to figure this guy out.

 

[Ice]

[member="Eliza Downheart"]
[member="Ballen-Ist"]

A wide smile appeared on his face. "Wow. Well that wasn't was what I was expecting." He finished with a laugh. "No. I'm afraid not. You're probably looking for someone who weighs a couple extra....thousand pounds." He continued with a light chuckle. This was quite the interesting woman. She definitely had an air of confidence. Ice didn't know to many woman that would just waltz into a room like she, sit down, and act like she owned the place.

The ferocity in her stare, brought his smile to a more neutral look. The hairs on the back of his neck began to stand on end. He may have put on a look of carefree laughter. But inside, he almost felt cold. Like something was watching them. "Who am I? Just a humble ship captain. Nothing to impressi-"

It was then a man dropped from the ceiling. Before he could rise, Ice had drawn his pistol and had it trained on the mans head. "I thought I felt something funny." He said sternly. All pretense of being carefree, swept away. "I think the real question is, who are you?"

 

[Ballen-Ist]

A small grin would spread across the boy's face, though it would be covered due to a black garment that concealed his face. He was completely clad in black clothing, from his head to toe. The dark presence he brought forth would only increase in pressure, forcing itself onto the duo ever so subtly as he approached. The Knight didn't even know he was doing it, for it simply occurred because of his overwhelming dark side energy. "I could ask the same question," He spoke softly, his voice sounding almost youthful. The black cloak he wore would flow slightly as he moved, taking one step at a time as he trained his eye on Ice's blaster. He could sense the man's emotions and intentions, it was rather amusing.

Pausing for moment, the individual's hooded glare would turn to [member="Eliza Downheart"], who he suspected of siphoning his energy. It was not a significant portion, although the act itself had still been rather noticeable. A look of admiration and annoyance dawned on his face, as he debated whether or not he would kill her for the simple gesture. No, he would *NOT* do so, for he had to wait for the Hutt that was supposed to arrive. Was he even going to arrive?
[member="Ice"]

 

[Eliza Downheart]

Eliza sat there, not surprised much. She stared at the two of them. "Okay just sit down, we can figure out who is who."
She smiled, with honesty, "I'm Eliza, and you two have names right?" She uncrossed her legs and leaned on one arm, why did he cover his face like that? Was he afraid of being seen, or was it to cover scars of some sort? So many questions not enough time.

"So it is you whom I fed from? Well thank you for you assistance, you seem like you have revenge on your mind. Who are you wanting to kill exactly? I mean we obviously don't know eachother." She looked around and gestured that they were alone. She shook her head and sat back up, pushing her hair to the back of the chair. The looks were still filled with hate and fear.

@Ice @Ballen-Ist

 

[Ice]

Ice scoffed slightly at the retort. It was a weak one at best considering he had been hiding in the rafters the whole time, and most likely listening. Then again, if that was true, he would have had ample opportunity to kill either of them if he so chose. Reluctantly, he slowly lowered his pistol and placed it back in its holster. When the woman, this Eliza, spoke again. He was even more confused. "She "fed" on this newcomer?" What kind of place was this? Who are these people!? The longer it went on, the more he was about to simply leave, dump the cargo, and go.

It was about this time in his thoughts that laughter sounded out over the speakers above them. That slow maniacal laughter Hutts were so famous for. On the side of the room opposite of Eliza, a holo image came on of their "host", Zorlog the Hutt. "Welcome, my honored guests!" He said with a bit more laughter. "You know. Among the Hutts, it is considered extremely rude to not partake of the refreshments laid out before you." He said with a slight bit of disappointment in his tone. Zorlog's laughter having also subsided. "But anyway. I'm afraid to inform you that I won't be joining you this evening."

While he was talking, things started to change around them. The door they came in through quietly clicked. Perhaps as if it was being locked. Or maybe someone was attempting to crack it open discreetly. For those paying attention or even force sensitive. They might detect a soft shuffling of feet above them in the rafters. A shuffling that was getting closer.

"I know you have all come with supposedly important business. However, one of you has come with the intent of trying to murder me." Zorlog paused a moment to let them chew on that new piece of information for a bit. "Since I won't be able to easily figure out which one of you it is. Again, I'm sorry to say I'll just have to get rid of you all. I had hope to kill you in a more humane way with the food. But as you seem to have no manners at all. I supposed the old fashioned way will have to do. Have a pleasant evening." He finished laughing in that crazy manner again before the the holo turned off.

They would have mere seconds at this point to do something....

[member="Eliza Downheart"]
[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist hadn't been listening at all, actually. He had managed to fall asleep in his hanging state, as if he were some sort of bat. There was a rather awkward pause between the group, before [member="Eliza Downheart"] spoke up. With a blank, though obviously serious tone, the youth would mutter, "You have no idea what is on my mind," he would comment, rather annoyed at the fact that people thought they could read him. While a strange aura of dark blood lust and despair emanated off of the cloaked individual, they were not the only things he possessed. His yellow glowing eyes would flare brightly beneath his face cloth, as he turned from the energy vampire, awaiting the moment she decided to access more of his power. She would regret it, he thought.

Even with such anger on his mind, the pureblood managed to control himself physical, standing completely still as the holoimage of Zorlog appeared. Now he was starting to get very anger, for he knew that something had went wrong. The Knight would cringe in annoyance, as he listened to the Hutt's bellowing laughter. As soon as the click was heard, the youth's eyes would shift towards the exit intensely, before turning a glare of hatred upon the holoprojector, that had just shut off. He had been ratted out, but by who? Who had known his plans? Everything was going terribly wrong. Suddenly, movement would be sensed above them, from the general area he had just been in. Lifting both of his arms, the Sith Knight would aim his open palms upwards to the ceiling, while he exerting thick streams of force energy from them. It would flow forward and manifest into telekinetic energy, allowing Ballen-Ist to form a tight and powerful grip upon several portions of the rafters. The telekinesis that had honed itself in order to bind the rafters would begin to lift, hopefully effecting most of the concealed attackers, by crushing them completely.

After doing this, he would simply turn to the duo with him, deciding what to do next.
[member="Ice"]

 

[Eliza Downheart]

"Great, just great." Eliza walked to the door and tried to give it a big kick,it didn't budge. "Well what now? I am sure glad I didn't eat anything." She looked around to find something to pry open the door. Again nothing came to mind. She was furious, she had gotten herself into yet another stupid situation.

She reached out and grabbed the new guys arm, "You got us into this didn't you? You look suspicious, hanging from the rafters and all. So spill it!" Eliza had never acted so tough, but in this situation she needed to. She was not going to die.

She looked over at the first guy she met, "Or was it you? I sure as heck haven't tried to kill anybody."

[member="Ballen-Ist"]
[member="Ice"]

 

[VlPER]

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[Ice]

Ice looked up, as creeper man here seemingly crushed the supports above their heads. Several men did indeed scream as the framework crushed their helpless bodies into the roof. It was then, the roof began to groan under the strain after its supports were crushed. Ice didn't bother to pay attention to the accusations. He had his pistol out trying to see if their were more bad guys above their heads. A couple shots rang out as the couple survivors moved a little closer to get take a shot.

Ice dove for one of the benches and knocked it over to give himself some cover. "Hey! Creeper! Miss death mark! Clear the door! Finish off those guys up top...WITHOUT destroying any more of the frame work!" Ice pulled a grenade from his side pouch. While he waited, he fired a few random shots to the roof line at the unseen assailants, trying to get them to keep their heads down while other two made for cover. "Well this is just great!" Ice thought to himself. "Why can't it ever be simple. That's all I want. I want easy money. Just get in, drop, get out. Now I have to work with some psycho who thought it was a great idea to crush the roof above our heads, and some chic who is somehow feeding off the psycho, just to live...Why does this happen to me!?"

[member="Eliza Downheart"]
[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Eliza Downheart]

Eliza sprang up and launched herself off the table, pulling someone down with her as she fell back. When she hit the ground she ran a finger nail up the side of the mans cheek and then snapped his neck.

"How many are there? The frame isn't going to hold much longer." She ran towards the wall where two people were standing, with guns in their hands. One she kicked in the groin and the other she elbowed in the face. All of a sudden she began to feel a chill up her spine, something was way off.

"Something isn't right," she yelled over the noise of guns firing. "It feels like someone here is doesn't want us dead, just injured. Could that be true?" She was furious to just think that thought, she could really use a weapon right about now as well. Wait a second she thought, then with a strong push of her mind she whipped a chair at someone above them, they both came crashing down. AHA!

@Ballen-Ist @Ice

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The young boy's arms would lower, as he heard the screams of pain from above. Their bones and flesh alike had been crushed severely, causing an almost immediate death. Even so, there were still more enemies, ones that the Knight expected [member="Ice"] and [member="Eliza Downheart"] to take care of. Reaching down towards his waist, the pureblood's gloved hand would wrap around the hilt of his sheated sword, pulling it from it's holster. As the blade emerged, a thick force aura of powerful lightning would begin to surround it, pulsating brightly as bolts danced up and down it's length.

Cocking his arm back, the Sith would toss the blade across the room suddenly, guiding it with the force in order to have it slice into the door. A powerful electrical burst of energy would be released from the sword, hoping to cause any electronic mechanisms within the door to malfunction. It would quickly retract afterwards, flying through the air and back into the Knight's palm.

 

[Ice]

Ice ducked down behind the table as a few blaster bolts whizzed by there heads. He was about to toss his grenade at the door, when he saw the stranger, put out some weird looking sword and fling it toward the door. The door erupted in a dazzling display of sparks as the sword almost effortlessly slice through it and the mechanism holding it in place. It quickly popped open to reveal some poor fool who had been waiting right behind it and ready to barge in falling to the floor dead.

He also saw the read head jump up and yank some other poor soul right out of the rafters like he was a toy....which she then promptly snapped the neck of. "Who are these people!?" He again thought to himself.

With a live grenade in his hand, Ice looked for a new target. Since he couldn't really make out where the people above them were firing from, he figured that was as good a place as any. He threw it up into the rafters and made a break for the door.

BOOOOM!

The screams of those hit, overcame even the sound of the blast. The blast though did nothing to help the roof stay aloft. It buckled and creeked even more. Bolts began to shoot off and fly around the room as the whole structure began to collapse. Flying through the door, Ice turned around as he landed and took at at the 2 remaining people on either side. They had been too stunned by their buddy being cut down through a door to fully be prepared for the counter attack.

The crack from his two pistols, and the thuds that came afterwards gave clear evidencethe way had been cleared for the others. "Get out of there!" He yelled, as if they really needed an invitation.

[member="Eliza Downheart"]
[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Eliza Downheart]

Eliza screamed when she saw the sparks in the door, what the heck! One of the three of them had made their way out while her and the hooded creature were still there. They were standing there when the bomb when off, okay time to get the hell out of here. She made a break for the door, launching herself out, landing on her stomach.

"Are you coming?" She yelled to the third guy. Then got herself back up on her knees, then fully on her feet.

She smacked the first guy on the arm hard, "What the hell! You should have warned us before trying to blow everything up!" She was very upset with him, but deep down she knew the perfect place for him. A place where he would fit in nicely.

When the third guy made it out she was half relieved half curious why he was here.
"So we are on a hit list now? What did we do to get on it? I have never met this guy."

@Ballen-Ist @Ice

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist would remain motionless, watching as his blade managed to actually kill someone. He hadn't even intended to kill anyone, other than the Hutt. Gritting his teeth in anger at the thought, he could not help but realize that his efforts in arranging the meeting had all been wasted. Now, he had to parade around with two individuals that he believed to be far beneath him. Watching the thermal detonator, Ballen-Ist decided to aid it's projection, lifting his arm and enveloping it in a thick sheet of telekinesis. He would flick his wrist upwards, causing the explosive to slam against the ceiling itself, which it surely result in it's collapse. To further it's damage, he would wait for it's detonation, while slowly walking towards the door that [member="Eliza Downheart"] and [member="Ice"] had made it through already. With the force, the pureblood would begin to apply his knowledge of physics, speeding of the fiery molecules to make their impact even greater. The heat and force of the explosion would triple, causing the rafters and support beams to become obliterated.

Debris and chunks of duracrete would slam in the Knight's wake, as he casually strode through the doorway. He had narrowly avoided a large piece of framework, it slamming down onto the ground as he began to look and listen to the duo.

"Why would anyone want to kill people such as yourselves? I am after big game, not any of you." He stated, hoping to clear up any confusion. It was rather obvious that he was the assassin, after all.

 

[Ice]

Ice got back to his feet just in time for Eliza to hit him in the arm. "Erm, the whole clear out and get out didn't give it away darlin'?" He gave a small laugh and looked to their more gloomy "friend" as he spoke his condescending words.

Ice was about to offer a snappy retort, when another sound came in, even over the sound of the now smoldering heap behind them. "Baker 1, you copy. What's your status?.....Baker 1, do you copy? Over."

Ice walked over to the now dead corpse and took a good look at his face. With his back to them so his two companions couldn't see, he shapeshifted his face to appear like the dead guard. Pulling up the comm unit, he called back in. "Baker 1 here." He coughed to mask his voice. "I think we got 'em...but the whole place collapsed. They may have gotten out. We're still waiting for the dust to settle." He coughed again to make it more convincing.

"Well confirm it already! Zorlog is not a patient Hutt." Came the reply over the comm. "And besides, we got to get to the transport soon. Zorlog wants to make sure that Ultrachrome shipment to his friends on Roon gets out safely."

"Copy that." Came Ice's gruff raspy response. As he clicked the comm off, Ice shapeshifted back to his normal form and turned back to the other two. His mind was racing, trying to process all the information that he had just heard. Focusing on the obvious assassin, he said, "Ok look. I don't take kindly to people trying to double cross me. Even less to those trying to kill me. So i'll make a deal with you. I know where it is the Hutt will be going to. I've been here before. You want Zorlog dead I'm assuming. So do I. He also has something that I want. You help me get that Ultrachrome, and I'll help you get your mark. What say you?"

He also turned toward Eliza to add, "If you help us, I'll get you a ride off this rock to anywhere you like. Deal?" Added Ice in a rather cold manner.

[member="Eliza Downheart"]
[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Eliza Downheart]

Eliza looked at the hooded man as he strode out, she still had no idea what their names were. She was surprised her made it out alive, in reality all three of them should be dead.

"Yeah, okay that would be clear. I mean maybe before you throw the grenade you tell us? Just an idea for next time." She brushed her hair out with her fingers and pulled it into a low ponytail.
When she saw the guy shape shift she was a little startled, what an interesting thing. Could he become anybody or anything?

"Okay, so which way should we go?" She had decided for them that she was coming along, she didn't care what they thought about it. She was going with them. "Yes, I am coming. I am not being left behind."

The building now smelt of burnt skin, smoke, and some type of dead smell. She hoped it was coming from the dead people. She took a deep breath and walked into the dust to see if she could count the bodies. Looking around she counted about 12 give or take a few body parts.

"So, it looks like we have 12 full corpses and a couple scattered body parts." She expected this would be relevant information.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]
[member="Ice"]