Siths and Shenanigans at the Mountain Resort
Azazel & Co. at Pavia in the Tepani Sector
Azazel snarls as Hakkri lazily places another pin her hair, jabbing her skull yet again in his carelessness. “Are you quite done yet?” Hakkri shrugs and shifts his shoulder to shift the strap of his attire back up before readjusting his frock. “Well hurry up, this grows tiring.”
Hakkri sighs, stepping back as he rubs his eyes before turning to touch up the light make-up he had applied to make his features more striking. “It is the best I can do in your rush, Azzie. Why you always want to dress up and play noble is beyond me.”
Azazel wrinkles her nose, “Enough, I remember a time you enjoyed all this 'dress-up.'” She rests back in her seat, as she scans over Rei'Ki, Xen and Kitt. The former two were dressed as retainers, as was Bezol. The standard bland up-scale appearance of those in service to nobles. Xen seemed resigned to it while the women were frustratedly shifting their attire, used to far more comfortable and spacious clothing. Kitt and Hakkri were dressed as if just below her station. Personal play things plenty of nobles appeared to keep with them. Kitt adjust the waist of her dress as she looks at Azazel with wide-eyes. “What?” Azazel snaps, tucking a stray strand of hair back behind her ear. The rest of her head was piled high and in intricate wraps and braids.
“Don't think I've seen you like this before...” she mumbles, looking away.
Azazel raises a hand to brush the corner of her eye before stopping, reluctant to ruin her make-up. “Those of Tapani Sector seem reluctant to interact with those who do not dress the part they deem suitable. If a few of you had not noticed from Jehemath's reactions to you,” she narrows her eyes, focusing upon Xen and Rei'Ki with that comment.
Bezol huffs, “What's it matter how we dress? If we level a blaster at their head, don't matter what we're wearin', they're still gonna mess themselves... Don't matter what designer they've got on then either, they still reek.”
Azazel purses her lips, adjusting the bulk of her dress and trying to ease the access to her sabres. “Its about appearances, Bezol... And not everything need be solved so barbaricly.”
Bezol arches a brow, looking back briefly. “Ya, sure. But its way simpler and much quicker. I say we blast this resort and the noble with it.”
Azazel pinches the bridge of her nose, “No, Bezol. And I ask you refrain from loosing your tongue while we are busy here. If I am to have time enough to not only question this... fellow... and acquire all I need... Then bashing the door in with thick skulls and laying siege to the place is not the way to go.” She checks her datapad before resting it down on the bench beside her. “If things go smoothly, we may gain more than we set out to do... Given where we are, an acquisition of new resources may very well be possible. Perhaps it may mean some of those... upgrades, you had talked of.”
Bezol raises her brows, “Really now...”
Azazel nods, “Indeed. Nobles are odd things, even to my understanding. After all, last I attended some place to congested with bluebloods, I met a man who offered quite a lucrative deal to me.”
Bezol furrows her brow before nodding, “Approaching Pavia and the resort. Establishing communications for clearance to land.”
Azazel nods, “Very well.”
After a moment of waiting a hologram appeared of a woman dressed in noble's clothes but of a variety that made it appear that she was a elderly matriarch. She inclined her head with a smile. "Hello, I am the lady Malisse, owner of this spa, you wished to make a appointment and enjoy the services my spa has to offer?"
Azazel inclines her head with a outwardly friendly smile, “Indeed I do, Lady Malisse. Today, if you would. I am afraid I am quite busy and have little time to come back another day.”
She blinked, "Today? How unusual, I, well I don't know if I have any room left on such short notice." She looked at something off-screen. "I do have a suite available nine weeks from now. Would that be acceptable?"
Her smile falters and a look of mild irritation settles in its wake. “No, it will not be acceptable.” She leans in, steepling her fingers. “I do not care how you make room, kick out some lesser fool if you must, I will not be turned away today.”
She looked shocked at the outburst. "I beg your pardon!?"
Azazel stood up to address the hologram of the spa owner. “You have heard me, Lady Malisse. As I have said, I am a busy woman. I have far too much to attend to. So, you can grant me one day.” She waves a hand, “I do not seek to even spend the night. Grant me one day of your spa's accommodations.” Azazel pauses before relaxing back, “Of course, is that too much for you to handle...” she waves a hand lazily, “Well, I hope the hearsay of your other clientele is enough to salvage the reputation of your resort. You do know how word travels.. Something in fashion one day, forsaken the next.”
She looked bristled but still proud as the Lady Malisse turned up her nose at Azazel. "Very well, one day, not spending the night and then you and your rude behavior can begone from my spa! Due to this... insult and frankly irregular behavior I must insist that you pay a deposit of 60'000 credits with an additional 20'000 for 80'000 credits total for the mess you will have caused for my administration!"
Azazel barks out a laugh, “Quite the proud woman, admirable. I hardly see how the troubles of your administration are any concerns of mine, but very well.” The woman was liable to need every credit by the time she was done with the place.
The noblewoman looked aghast. "You entrance code will be provided shortly... enjoy your stay." She said those last words with venom and glared at Azazel. "Common tralk who thinks she is a noble, I will be glad to have you thrown out back into the gutters before this day is over if you tarry." She let out a miffed sound and closed the call.
Shortly after that details of a code to gain entrance to the spa was provided, it also appeared she only had a pass for herself... and two others.
Azazel looks at the passes before sniffing, “Ah, how rude. And to think I was going to be generous.” She slips the datapad into her belt and directs to Kitt and Hakkri, “You two with me. Do be ready for when I start the party. Rei'Ki, Xen make your own ways in... And Xen, do see to it my funds are reimbursed, and then some. To accommodate for the horrible incident that happened to ruin my spa day.”
Xen furrows his brow, taking in the details as Bezol is directed to a landing field. “Rail-carts. We're not going to be able to tail behind. Rei, stealth mode. We'll figure things out as we go.” Azazel nods approvingly as they both slip into their concealment. With a soft shudder, Bezol lands the vessel before disengaging the systems and kicking her feet up, “Ah, another relaxing day back on the ship. I can get used to this.”
Azazel rolls her eyes as the doors slip open. “Do not. I assure you, you will earn your paygrade before too long.” Bezol snorts and pulls out a magazine with illustrations of various new ship models. The Sith shakes her head and departs, heading to the gravlift station. She could hear the faint rustles as Xen and Rei'Ki attempt to get in a position to board.
After only a brief moment of waiting a railcar approached with great speed and then slowed down quite rapidly. The doors opening right in front Azazel and within a female figure dressed as a high ranking servant bowed. "Greetings and welcome, I am Janii, your personal guide and welcomer. If you would be so kind to hand your passes to me?" As she finished her bow and straightened herself Azazel could see she was no mere human, half of her face was obscured by mechanical parts, a red eye glowed and seemed to study her and her party intently. She was a cyborg, enhanced beyond human capabilities as she extended a hand, which also was fitted with cybernetics.
Azazel takes her hand, inspecting it curiously, “Ah, what model, might I ask?” She carefully inspects it, narrowing her eyes as she shifts, looking at the parts. “My apologies, call me an eccentric if you will,” she offers an embarrassed smile before drawing out her datapad, passing it over so the woman might inspect the passes. “The name is Azazel Kurkova, by the way.”
The Cyborg frowned, perhaps insulted at the question of what model, but once the passes were placed in her hand her eye lit up green and nodded. "Lady Azazel Kurkova and two escorts, allowed passage." She smiled, then frowned, her eyes had returned to red and she stared behind Azazel. "The woman with the look of concentration on her face and the Kubaz with the cloak field do not have valid passes and are to remain behind." She said a bit testily.
Xen's face lights up with surprise, shutting off his stealth field as he looks closer. “If you can get her to tell me what enhancement eye she has, I must know.” He bows and moves aside as Rei'Ki furrows her brow and crosses her arms, turning aside. Azazel chuckles and shakes her head, “Impressive...” The Dark Lady takes back her datapad and nods for Hakkri and Kitt to go forward as she gestures for Xen and Rei'Ki to stay... For now. “Excuse my impoliteness, I have interests in these things. I am sorry if I insulted you or brushed upon a touchy subject.”
She turned her human eye to regard the Lady Azazel while her glowing red eye kept centered on the interlopers, but in particular the Kubaz who had been using a stealth field. "You are not the first, and you will not be the last. Please enter the train and this cart can return to the resort." She then turned to regard the Kubaz fully. "As for your question, the best cybernetic enhancements credits can buy for my service to my patron. So my service would not end in death." She then turned back to Azazel.
Xen lets out a brief, curious noise, shuffling and waiting to take out his grapplehook. So what, he was spotted. As if one of his tricks being stopped ended it all here. Azazel moves inside, gesturing for the cyborg to take a seat, “Janii, please, do take a seat and relax.” Kitt watches the woman with intrigue. Her eyes were not so obvious, but still... A hand reaches up, tracing over the slight metal protrusions at her cheekbones.
"Thank you for the offer lady Azazel, please make yourself comfortable while I make the cart make its return journey." She turned around and moved to a control station at the far end and started activating a series of commands, the doors closed and slowly, but already steadily picking up speed the cart began to move.
Suddenly the speed picked up a lot but at the same time a humming sound began and Azazel recognized it as the sound coming from gravitational plates, usually used on ships but apparently used for this cart to compensate somehow for the rapid speed they were traveling without its occupants becoming splatter against the walls. It was barely three minutes when the cart slowed down again and Janii opened the doors, smiling she gestured. "If you would follow me?" She now stood in a tunnel, while they were on top of a mountain the temperature was quite warm, but pleasantly so. "If I may escort you to your room, there are a few program books and menus of the various activities and health cures we provide. I would suggest the hot baths with the Mon Calamari program, quite good for the skin."
Hakkri's eyes light up as his lips spread into a smile, “Really?” He gives a pleading look at Azazel and she grimaces before offering a small shrug, standing and approaching Janii. Azazel sighs, “Actually, I was supposed to meet a Lord Traiserus here. If you could direct me to him... It would be most appreciated.” Hakkri pouts a little that Azazel was getting straight to business.
Meanwhile, back at the original station, Xen scratches his jaw. “I thought you were going to jump...”
Rei'ki looks back at him, “What about you? Aren't you technically my superior?”
Xen furrows his brow, “As much as I am willing to follow Azazel, I'm not quite willing to appear a bug on a wind-shield.”
Rei'ki nods, “Yeah, same here.”
The Kubaz wrinkles his snout, “Right, let's see if they have a station out here. Otherwise, we're just going to join Bezol.”
Janii frowns, "Lord Traiserus? He has no logged meetings, but it is not uncommon. I do recall you wished to come here at some last-minute arrangement, that would explain it. Follow me please." She said and went ahead of the trio.
Meanwhile back at the station near the landing pad, Xen did find a terminal, but it seemed the only access this terminal provided was a emergency access if the train-cart systems were offline, he could however with this terminal have the train cart send down to the station, or back up to the resort on the mountain.
Xen eyes the terminal and the path the cart took. “Well, Azazel did tell us to find a way.. Might as well...” He sets about getting the train-cart to sent back their way without further ado.
“Thank you,” Azazel nods, folding her arms before her as she follows alongside Janii. “I am afraid I insulted Lady Malisse earlier. Poor manners on my part, especially considering it was inadequate planning on my part.” She watches Janii for a reaction, wondering how she would react at the mention of her lady.
As Xen went to slicer the controls, he had no problem at all and within moments he got the acknowledgment that the train cart was coming back. Then he also noticed something else, security on the resort above also had noticed the empty train leaving without it being flagged on the schedule and he saw the signs of a security swipe of the system taking place but it was slow and would take time to reach his breach of the resort security.
Janii kept a neutral look on her face, they were just passing through a wing with a tropical pool where a number of guests were swimming or lounging on chairs. "Each noble I learned has their breaking point, yourself included I imagine lady Azazel. If you are worried about running into her here, she actually does not stay at the resort, she is probably in her mansion, but with first time callers she prefers to make introductions herself so all calls from unknown sources are relayed to her."
Azazel grimaces, “Ah. That seems a little backwards business-wise, but very well.” She sighs and looks out at the swimming area curiously. It looked like an enjoyable experience. Perhaps the Red Sanctuary could use a small renovation... “You have spent much time working here or are very observant, I imagine...”
Xen narrows his eyes before attempting to cover his slicing so they would just pass it over.
Perhaps it was Xen's attempt to cover his tracks but suddenly the other slicer suddenly seemed to show his attention towards the security breach Xen was exploiting and began searching there. It had now turned into a cat and mouse game with Xen doing his best to keep ahead, but with each trick he was pulling off the other slicer seemed to gain more and more ground. Then just at the brink of being discovered Xen pulled out and finished covering his tracks, letting out a sigh of relief perhaps. The slicer had finished his sweep and had found what he was looking for, what Xen had made sure he would find, the cart returning to the station was just due to a glitch.
What Xen also learned at that moment, if the train was moving, they couldn't send it back, it first needed to stop at one of the stations before it could given a signal to head to the other station. At that point the cart arrived, but didn't open its doors, and just a brief moment later it already started to move to make its return journey. It seemed to keep the train in place, and open the doors, Xen needed to remain connected to the terminal.
In the resort Janii shrugged, "It is how she likes to work, I was originally in service to her husband, but he died in a assassination attempt, I was unable to save him. But my service continues still, as mandated by my contract." They had now entered a hallway that seemed to lead to guest rooms, after rounding a few corners Janii gestured ahead, a door at the far end had two guards in front who watched the approaching people. "The room of Lord Traiserus is just up there, can I announce you for your appointed meeting with him?"
Azazel pauses in her steps, watching Janii. “I will see him in a moment...” She looks the cyborg up and down, her brow knit together as she ponders. “Why do you work as an attendant now? I am sure you are capable of so much more... I think the Lady wastes your talents on such menial tasks.”
Xen fights the urge to bash his face against the terminal before he takes a deep sigh. “This is going to be a fun one,” he grumbles, beginning once more to start into the system. If anything, perhaps a repeating 'bug' might draw attention and bring someone down.
Xen got back in easily and once again... the train after just arriving at the top, starts coming back down again. And again he noticed a spike of activity.
Janii blinked, perhaps surprised that a guest asked her that question. "I... my lady probably sees this as punishment, I was supposed to protect her husband, but I failed, but she was contractually obligated to safe my live by any means necessary and to keep me in service to her and her family."
Azazel's face twists in rage for a moment, “Contractually obligated? Keep you in service?” She crosses her arms, attempting to hold back her anger for now, “Correct me if I am wrong... but it sounds almost as if you are kept as little better than a slave. Upon what grounds are they 'obligated' to keep you?”
Xen, however, fidgets, before attempting to see if there were any means he could utilize to slow down the other slicer's approach. If there was not, he would just have to keep repeating this process until they grew weary or investigated personally.
Janii shrugged, "Perhaps it is slavery, but it also saved my life, I would have died if it wasn't for these modifications." She gestured to her implants and cyborg cybernetics. "I am sworn to serve this noble house unless they lied to me or are involved in criminal operations, the only criminal operation I have discovered is that the so called natural spring water here is actually water from the tap, but that does not qualify."
Meanwhile Xen had been ruffling feathers and saw a notification of a maintenance crew requested to take a train down to the ground station and check for faults. The maintenance team was reported making their way through the resort towards the station there.
Azazel waves her hand dismissively, “You can't possibly enjoy this...”
Kitt looks at Azazel uncertainly, “Mistress...”
Azazel looks at her curiously, “Yes?”
Kitt shuffles her feet, “You gave me sight... and perhaps you did not explicitly demand I serve as I do, but I do so happily, for you... For what you have given me... Perhaps she feels the same.”
Azazel tenses at that and looks at Janii, “You owe me nothing, nor does anyone else. If it is within one's power, they should help those they can... But demanding recompense so grave...” She bares her teeth in a snarl, “It is lowly and just another form of stealing away one's life.” Azazel shakes her head, “But if you are right and she truly wishes to waste her life in this way, what have I to say of it.”
Xen grins and withdraws from the systems, attempting to hide his entry once more before he gestures for Rei'Ki to hide herself once more. He engages his stealth field as well as they move to where the tram would be arriving.
Janii was frowning, "If it wasn't for my contract I would have died, burned alive and in pain. Perhaps my lady thinks I deserve punishment but that is her choice." She bowed, "Now I have held you up long enough, you had a appointment to keep." She smiled, "I am however easy to reach, just access one of the terminals and speak my name, if I am available I will be contacted to assist you if I can." With that she nodded to Hakkri and Kitt and started walking away.
Meanwhile the two guards at the far end were talking lowly to each other and then one gestured to Azazel at which the other slowly started making his way towards the trio.
Azazel offers Janii a small smile as she goes before turning her attention to the guard heading her way. “Excuse me? Is there something wrong?”
The guard, a big brute looked down upon Azazel, a head taller than she was and looked sternly at her. "Why are you loitering here, if you are looking for the gym, its back the way you came and take a right. This hallway is reserved."
She narrows her eyes at the guard, “Excuse me, awful rude of the help to address me so.” She waves him away, “I was simply asking for information given it is my first stay here.” She nods to her followers to come as she continues towards where Traiserus was.
The guard blinked, shaking his head, "Stop!" He called out, the other guard looking wary and nervous. "As I said, this hallway is reserved, go back the way you came and explore a different area."
Azazel continues onwards, wrapping herself in protection, “I am seeing Traiserus.” Kitt swallows and follows alongside Azazel, Hakkri lags a little behind, fidgeting uncertainly and waiting to jump in if need be.
The guards shared a look and then suddenly their expressions changed, one smirked while the other let out a guffaw. The one who had tried to stop her coughed and kept smirking as he addressed her again. "I see, you are the... ah... entertainment he has requested today?" He looked her over and then turned to his fellow guard. "I thought the boss only hired redheads?"
Azazel stops in her tracks, fighting back a sense of revulsion and outrage before nodding slowly. It was no time for bloodshed and force chaos... Not yet. Kitt frowns and fidgets awkwardly. With a slight gesture from Azazel, Hakkri smiles and shifts forward, brushing his hair back and winking at the pair. “If he does, he can turn me away himself, after I've had my chance to convince him otherwise... I assure you... I am the best at what I do,” Azazel offers a small confident smile.
The guards shared a knowing smirks. "I suppose so, your fluffers, I mean attendants, have to remain outside however. And please if your like that other whore, oh excuse me, courtesan. Who demanded she needed access to her toiletries at all times, though."
Azazel arches a brow before nodding, “Do remain out here and amuse the nice guards, girls.” Hakkri smiles and shrugs, sidling up closer to one of the guards. He was more than happy to take a position with something he was more comfortable and familiar with. Kitt however flushes and shuffles awkwardly, watching Azazel worriedly as the Sith goes through the doors.
The good knocked on the door and then nodded, "Yeah we got another, her, lady of the night for the boss." There was a pause. "I don't know but he has frequently kept this kind of stuff from us, remember that party and we almost shot fifteen nobles? I think it amuses him to keep us on our feet that way." He chuckled at whatever he was hearing. "Sure enough, jsut let her through would ya... her lovely attendants are staying outside." He said and eyed Hakkri giving 'her' a wink, a moment later the door opened and Azazel was let through.
Seeing another guard look her over, sounding bored he raised a tray in one hand and a flat device with the other. "Any knifes, metal objects or... ahem... toys... in the tray please and allow me to scan you... boss likes his whores but he pays us for his security."
Azazel arches a brow before slipping her hands into the folds of her skirts, withdrawing her lightsabres, stun cuffs, and harp string and placing them in the tray before she bends over and begins removing her anklet chimes. “You won't ruin the surprise, will you?” she looks up, feigning embarrassment at what could potentially be mistaken for tools of her pretend trade.
The bodyguard looked bored for a moment and then rose his eyebrows as the cuffs came out and then grunted. "So his lordship is in that kinda mood... I see." He snorts at the comment. "Not if I can't help it, if you keep him happy, the less trouble he causes for us." He muttered, frowning and then picked up one of the lightsabers. "This... is a odd toy, what does it do?"
She eyes the lightsaber, remembering a certain moment with her and Andrea what seemed like ages ago. Without even a pause, she clears her throat and embarrassedly goes, “Ah, I know it is clean, but I would not have touched that if I were you... It might be in your boss later if he prefers it.” Just to make sure it was perfectly clear, she tacks on a little, “Bzzzz~”
He quickly placed the 'toy' back with a grunt and shook his head. "Please make sure to gag him when you do." He gave back the cuffs and the toys, but kept the string. "Sorry ma'am, but that I keep here." He then led her deeper into the room, there was a sitting room with another guard reading something, glancing up, taking note of Azazel and then resumed reading, her guide gestured to a door. "He's in there, said he wanted to read, but guess he got bored and arranged for your arrival. Just knock when you are done and we'll hand you your credits."
Azazel fights down a comment Hakkri enjoyed saying in situations, but thought twice. She was ALREADY out a lot of credits thanks to this man. She crosses her arms and shakes her head, “Uh, no. Standard fare is half now, the rest later, potentially more depending on the services provided.” She waits expectantly for the guard to pony up.
The guard snorts and rolls his eyes, reaching in his pockets and counted something out, motioning for her to hold her hand up he dropped some credit chits. "Ten thousand credits. Now go along, before he gets impatient."
She looks over the credits before stowing them away with a nod. If she had to delay until Xen got her all her credits back, then by the Sith Gods, she would wait. This was all proving so very ridiculous already! She goes through the door and closes it behind herself, looking up and scanning the room for the nobleman.
Meanwhile down at the base of the mountain the car arrived at the station and opened its doors and out came three people, looking distinctly unhappy with their lot in life at the moment
Xen and Rei'Ki both wait for the three to begin to leave the box. As soon as they'd leave, they'd go on in... Xen had briefed the plan with her... He'd just initialize the cart as soon as they were in...
Rei'Ki pinches the bridge of her nose before silently drawing her lightsabre. Enhanced senses, Xen picks up the faint sound and draws his blaster. With a burst of force speed, Rei'Ki lurches forth, igniting the blade to cut down the workers as Xen fires his blaster.
The maintenance workers did not stand a chance. In one moment, they were grumbling back and forth about the gravlift tram and it always breaking down. The next, two of them crumbled silently as deft strikes of the lightsabre end them in an instant. The unfortunate soul holding the datapad stares on with wide eyes and is about to scream as the datapad clatters to the ground. His cries do not even have a chance to start as a blast from Xen bursts through the back of his head. The Kubaz lazily tromps forward and picks up the datapad, gesturing at the corpses, “Well? What are you waiting for? You know to leave no sign of our entry.”
Rei'Ki grunts and crouches over them, patting them down for anything of use. She stops, drawing something from the pocket of one and unfolding it. She arches a brow, showing the picture clearly drawn by a bunch of kids. “We wuv you, daddy,” she smirks, passing it over to him.
A bemused look flickers over Xen's face as he takes the picture and carefully folds it up, tucking it into his coat pocket, “Aww, daddy wuvs you silly sith girls too.” He chuckles and sets to reenabling the power, stepping onto the tram as Rei'Ki shakes her head with a smile, sizing up the uniforms. With a snort, she strips one of them down and tosses the coveralls at Xen. Xen fumbles with them and it falls over the cliff-face. Rei'Ki face-palms and shakes her head before blasting the corpses over the cliff as well with a wave of force energy.
“Good going, butter-fingers,” Rei'Ki sighs and shakes her head.
Xen frowns, blinking his eyes, “You should warn me next time.”
Both of them get on the train car, Xen activating his cloak-belt while Rei'ki relied on the force to keep her hidden. With Xen hodling the master controls to the trai nsystem it was easy to power it all up once more and have it make the return journey to the resort at the top. Once arrived Xen was the first off the car, stepping onto the station, there were two guards, dressed in the same uniform as the cyborg woman from before, they stared at the train with a frown. And then one shrugged, "Tech boys down at the base must be testing the systems."
The other kept frowning and watched the train, "Didn't you see that? I thought I saw-" At that point Rei'ki left the train but her concentration must have slipped because for a brief moment her abilities were not fooling the guards at all and they could see her clear as day. "Intruder!"
The guard who shouted intruder pulled out his blaster and fired but due to his hast missed completely and instead his shot hit the train, the other guard was not drawing a blaster, instead he was talking rapidly in his communicator.
Rei'Ki looks wide-eyed at the scene before her before turning about, wrapping a protective layer of the force about herself and taking off in a burst of speed. It wouldn't be too much to give her away as a force user and perhaps she could distract them with a chase, given all their attention was on her, not Xen. Xen however attempts to silently inch away in the other direction.
The other guard seemed to be done talking and also got out his blaster, together they shot at the suddenly very fast intruder but both miss horribly. A alarm was heard now however and the exit Rei'Ki was speeding off to... was starting to be sealed by a large blastdoor, she tried to speed up but was too late and slammed into the now closed security door, locking her, and the still invisible Xen, in the station area of the resort. The two guards started rushing forwards, their blasters still at the ready.
With a sigh, Xen draws out his two hold-out blasters and begins to gun down the cameras to give Rei'Ki a little more wiggle room. The sith, though, growls, turning to face the guards and drawing her vibrosword, launches herself at the guards to fight back, hoping her force protection and armour would get her through any blaster-fire.
Rei'ki managed to get her act back together and managed to close the distance between the guards and herself at a frightening pace, meanwhile Xen, breakign the effect of his cloaking field by doing so, tried to shoot the cameras but failed utterly.
Meanwhile, in the hallway outside the quarters of lord Traiserus... Hakkri leans in and murmurs into the ear of the one guard, “Maybe we could go somewhere a little more... private?” A smirk passes over the Zygerian's lips, his gaze flickering to the other guard and Kitt momentarily. The Echani has her arms folded in front of her, staring at the guard who was remaining as straight-laced as herself in the wake of Hakkri's little game. Carefully, she scans over him, sizing him up, running scenarios in her head and figuring strike-points. It would be easy, he would be down in seconds...
The guard grinned lecherously and looked Hakkri over. "Oh? Well I am sorry but I can't leave my post that easily... Unless... I could be convinced it would most definitely be worth my while, hmm?"
Hakkri trails a hand slowly up along the guard's thigh, causing Kitt to blush beet red and look away. “Aren't I worth it?” the trap coos.
The guard smirked and turned to his companion. "Cover for me." With a grin he wrapped a arm around Hakkri's waist and guided 'her' down the hallway and then around the corner out of sight. After making sure nobody else was present he loosened his pants and winked, "I am very eager to see just how much worth you are..."
Hakkri makes a soft clucking with his tongue as he presses close and wraps a leg about the guard. With a quick shift of his arm, he releases his lightwhip and wraps it tight like a garrote about the guard's neck, pressing his lips firmly to the guard's to stifle any sounds of struggle.
The guards eyes widened but was unable to prevent this from happening, letting out a strained groan as he tried to breathe but was unable to. Before the guard died, choked to death, he was shocked, horrified even when he discovered that the woman... was not a woman as he felt something hard poking him while he was being kissed and choked at the same time. In the end he welcomed death.
Meanwhile, Kitt watches as Hakkri leads the guard off, shaking her head. “Can't keep it in your pants for 5 minutes,” she sighs, waiting until the other guard was gone before she moves over to stand beside the remaining guard.
The guard looks at her, snorts and steps away. "Not interested, unlike some I do what I am paid to do."
“What are you, some fruit? Butter your toast on the other side?” she looks away, irritable. Here she was, by herself, while Azazel and Hakkri were both... She scrunches her nose, grimacing at the thought. Azazel was just getting the guy alone, she would never...
The guard snorted and shook his head, "No, I am a professional, if you want to do that, go after that friend of yours and join those two, I am simply not interested."
Meanwhile inside the lords quarters.
Azazel enter the room and sitting in a chair, reading sat a mildly attractive man, frowning when he heard the door close and turned to Azazel's direction. "Who are you and what are you doing in MY room?" He said in a authorative tone.
Azazel arches a brow, looking over the man before shrugging, “I have come to talk to you. Your choice how this goes, of course.” She twists the key that was still remaining in the lock and deposits it down the front of her slip. “You know a Jehemath the Fifth, correct?”
He raised a eyebrow, frowned and let otu a sigh, carefully placing a marker in his book and put it away, crossing his arms. "I do."
Azazel casually takes up a place across from Traiserus, seating herself. “You understand his part in the accident to befall his aunt, the Lady Braghda, then?”
He looked at the woman who had entered his room and nods slowly, "If by accident you mean assassination, then yes I am aware.... Zarra, I assume?"
Azazel's gaze hardens, shaking her head, “No, I am afraid Zarra was framed for such...” She leans forward, hands resting in her lap, “Of course, now we have it clear that you know about the order, or at least some of its members... What part in this has Jehemath played? Is he pawn or the one who conceived this plan that is about to twist back upon him like a venomous snake? Do share if you are involved as well.”
The lord blinked and studied the woman closer. "Oh I am aware Zarra was framed, I just assumed you were her and were going to get answers from me. Pardon me, but before we continue this conversation, who are you then and who send you here."
Azazel offers her hand out, “Azazel Kurkova, the master of the Mecrossa Order, whether they acknowledge it or not. No one sent me, I found you on my own, and I am digging to find what treacherous cur has tried to make its home in my den.”
Traiserus looked at the offered hand and made no move to accept instead he looked at Azazel with a frown. "Ah... you were Braghda's pet sith. You have got some nerve to call yourself the master of the Mecrossa Order, I don't recall you ever being present at any of the meetings... or even be nominated for the position. You have no idea who or what you are dealing with obviously."
Azazel folds her hands before her, “No, I am afraid it is the Order who underestimates myself. You may keep the lore and artefacts mine by right... But they will learn in time.” Her eyes meet Traiserus, “You may hold secrets of times long past... but obviously the Order lacks respect for one such as myself. It will be learned, in time. And this will be but the first lesson to those who act against me and think I am some dog to be set out at their own accord.” Azazel stands, allowing fire to crackle over her arms, scorching small holes through the lace of her sleeves. “Braghda and I had a mutual understanding. She knew who the dog was, unfortunately, Jehemath, or those superior of him did not get the same memo.” Azazel closes her eyes and raises her hands, “Understand, Traiserus, I have the resources to scour out each and every last one who does not know his place in my order... I have found you and I was not even looking, you understand. I could end any of my opposition with a mere flick of my wrist, but that is not what I wish.” She folds her arms behind herself. “Do tell me what I need know, Traiserus. I intend no harm to you and Jehemath if there is no need for such. There are places in my Order for those who know where they stand and where their duties lie.”
"I see." Traiserus said, his voice dripping with venom. "Allow me to give a counter-argument for that." Before he finished saying that sentence Azazel already stood up and dodged as her force enhanced senses gave her warning... just as lord Traiserus raised a hand and there was a sudden 'whoomp' as air was displaced and a straight line from the hand of the lord to where Azazel had been sitting was completely disintegrated.
Traiserus looked at Azazel and she now noticed a change in his eyes, they were green before, but now they were red and yellow, sith eyes. "How about instead, I kill you?"
Azazel's smile spreads wide as she raises her hands and closes them tight to capture him in an invisible embrace of the force. “A practitioner,” she barks out a laughter, “You will die or serve me this day yet.”
He snorts and with a wave of the force ignored her attempt to hold him, a moment later there was a slight shimmer, which Azazel recognized as a bubble of force protection formed around himself. "I think I will be gracious and offer you the opportunity to serve me instead. After I have nearly killed you of course... assuming you survive." With a hiss he reached out his hands.
And Azazel felt the build-up of force energies ,a very familiar buildup because she had witnessed such power before, used by Darth Andrea and was just in time to put a bubble of protection around herself as the force storm was launched from Traiserus's fingertips, hurling through the room and used up the protection Azazel had summoned just in time.
Azazel gasps, sabers rushing to her hands and igniting as she wraps another bubble of protection about herself. This individual.. He was likely stronger than herself in the force, maybe even stronger than Andrea. “You will regret those words yet,” she snarls, throwing out a wave of force energy and fire before herself.
Traiserus suddenly leaped, dodging the wave of force and fire hiding behind a cabinet and then came out once the wave passed and ignited a purple lightsaber. "Not today pretender." He growls and charges her, using his free hand to hurl lightning at her.
Azazel was able to parry the lightning ,letting her sabers catch and absorb it and then she needed to focus on the savage blows Traiserus was doing to her with his blade and eventually managed to get past her guard, only to have the blow glance of her bubble of protection. He laughed, "You will not be able to keep doing that for long..."
The guard was still ignoring Kitt but then frowned and both of them heard the sound of commotion, muffled slightly but still quite a commotion from within. The guard did not hesitate and with a curse tried a backhanded swing at Kitt. But her Echani reflexes were just fast enough to evade the blow.
That was all the incentive she needed. With a rush of long-trained movements, she lurches forward to end the guard quickly, using his own momentum from his sloppy strike against him.
The guard was trained however and dodged the blow, at this point Hakkri rounded the corner and saw Kitt was fighting. The guard tried to make a sweeping kick to get her off her feet but instead found himself being grabbed by the leg by the Echani woman.
Kitt holds the grip on his leg with one arm as she slams her elbow down to break his knee. Hakkri draws in the force he had been practicing and tries to send fear rippling through the guard to give Kitt even more of an edge, not trusting his blaster or lightwhip skills so close to the hand-to-hand expert.
With a scream the guard felt and watched as his leg was practically snapped in two, no fear reached him as all the guard felt was incredible pain as he just whimpered and writhed on the floor afterwards, unable to stand.
Kitt stamps her foot down to crush the guard's wind-pipe, silencing his screaming as she points at the door. Hakkri readies his lightwhip before going high to break down the door with shoulder. Kitt readies to dart forward at the last place she had seen the guard when Azazel had went through. The door proved to be a bit more sturdy than that and Hakkri needed to resort to using her lightwhip, which was a bit difficult to properly use to cut a opening in it.
Azazel gnashes her teeth and wraps another desperate layer of protection about herself, giving up on the force magic and simply leaps forward, trying to get past his defenses and strike out with the lightsabres. It would not and could not end here!
The sudden energy and onslaught of blow Azazel was delivering caught him by surprise and he was unable to parry it completely as Azazel broke through and would have cut off an arm... if it weren't for his own force protection. He growled, "Fine... you do have some skill after all..."
He jumped back and suddenly levitated in the air, all of a sudden loose objects around him began to lift up and circle around him, lightning escaping from his body as a massive build-up of force power was taking place. Azazel getting a distinct feeling... she really didn't want to be present in the confines of this rather small room...
Her gaze flickers at the door for a moment, it was a gamble to run and a gamble to stay. She sets her face in a determined, hateful leer and weaves between the flying objects. She would triumph yet. She leaps at him, ready to tear down his protection. If he would have to kill them both if he was so foolish to persist when his protection would be gone.
Just as Azazel leaps to try and deliver the blow Traiserus let out a mad laugh and unleashed the power of his maelstrom with a savage shout. Azazel was hurled back, her defensive layer protecting her from the terrible dark side energies infused in this attack. On the upside... the wall and door also got blasted apart and Azazel saw two shocked faces of the two guard before they disintegrated before her eyes and she was hurled against the wall, stunned for a moment and vaguely aware of seeing something stabbing through a small gap in the door that led to the corridor, it almost reminded her of the colour of Hakkri's lightwhip.
Azazel's eyes flicker to the door as she groans, weakly getting to her feet. Fear was running through her entire being... For the first time in so long, it dawned on her just what she was doing, what she was up against, that her life was in danger. Desperately, she scrambles to the door to cut away the lock, tears streaming from her eyes. Hopefully, the two would forgive her for dragging them in against such a foe, but she needed their help desperately.
From the other side, Hakkri jumps back as a sabre stabs through, the colour unmistakably Azazel's. His eyes wide, he tries to break through more determinedly, “Its a sith! Its another sith, and Azzie needs us!” For a moment, a flicker of uncertainty passes through his mind... This could be his chance to be rid of the witch... But... He shakes off the clouded doubt as fear spills through him at what she had put him through for days all while Kitt starts furiously kicking at the door with a yell, worry and fury consuming her mind.
Meanwhile through the wreckage of the wall Traiserus approaches, chuckling softly as he holds his lightsaber in his hand, seeing Azazel cutting through the door. "Afraid are we? Finally realized you are no match?" He smirked and closed his eyes, "Ah... I see... you think those two on the other side can help you, just more bodies for the slaughter...."
As he said that the door gave in giving Azazel a way out... or for her people to get a way in.
Azazel pants and staggers back, as Hakkri draws a holdout blaster, Aggros', and fires upon the Sith as Kitt moves in, taking up a fighting stance looking for her chance to strike. Azazel tries to tear away the other Sith's lightsaber with the force to at least give her Echani warrior a chance.
He felt Azazel tugging at his lightsaber but held on to it and was able and fast enough to parry the incoming blasterfire, having them land harmlessly in the ceiling. "I smell your fear, allow me to feed it!" He said and at once all three felt the dark side of the force invade their minds, filling their heads with images of dread and fear, Kitt was able to ward her mind, quickly followed by Azazel, Hakkri however...
Hakkri saw it happening before his eyes... over and over... Aggross... his dear, beloved Aggros, his love, his bright light. And there was the Terentatek, ripping him apart, with Azazel standing next to him doing nothing.... his torso ripped apart landed at his feet and Aggros, impossibly alive stared at him. "Why did you not save me... WHY DID YOU NOT SAVE ME!"
And with that Hakkri screamed and ran away, out of the room and just fled the vision, the fear, the loss.
Azazel's eyes open wide, seeing Hakkri flee. She curses under her breath and launches forward at the enemy sith once more with her sabres. “RUN!” she screams at Kitt. The Echani shakes her head defiantly and goes in to strike the other Sith from behind, trusting herself to know Azazel's sabre movements with their times in practice.
With a growl Traiserus blocks the strikes of Azazel and seeing Kitt attack he uses a force push to get her off balance and spoil her aim just before she could score a hit. With a hiss he lashes out with lightning at the Echani combatant but she narrowly dodges the blast.
Azazel snarls, “I said run, you fool! YOU WILL DIE HERE BESIDE ME IF YOU DON'T!” She strikes out again with her sabres at Traiserus.
“Good! I'm not leaving here if you don't!” Kitt lunges in low, hoping to sweep Traiserus off his feet.
Meanwhile at the station...
One of the guards was surprised at the speed of this intruder and his blastershots went wide. The other guard dropped his blaster and pulled out a baton of some kind and made a swing toward Rei'ki who cursed as it impacted and burst her bubble of protection, seeing the baton emit sparks of some kind. "She's got a personal shield of some kind!"
Rei'Ki snarls and swings her vibroblade at the offenders as Xen curses and changes his targets, firing upon the guards. It was too late now to deal with the cameras.
Rei'Ki cleaves one of the guards almost in two with a wide gash in his neck while Xen pumps the other with so many blaster holes he could almost mimic a swiss cheese.
Rei'Ki shrugs and wipes her blade clean as Xen rubs his face after holstering his guns and goes to the terminal to see what all he could access from here... His to do list seemed to be growing today and just getting worse. He looses a low clucking growl as he smashes his fist against the terminal. This one was useless too. Instead, he moves over to the guards to pat them over for something to get through the door with.
Nothing, absolutely nothing. They sure did not make his job any easier. Xen sighs, “Give me a minute and I'll have you cut through the door.” With that, he begins to shoot down the cameras one by one.
While Xen was searching the guards Rei'ki was busy cutting through the security blastdoor and managed to make a quick job of it by only cutting a hole large enough for her and Xen to get through, once that was done she quickly tucked away her saber and got out her sword once more, just in time for four more guards to show up who stopped seeing the intruders and formed a firing line.
Rei'Ki puts another another burst of speed before they even finish their formation to cut them down as Xen starts firing off his blaster. It was long past time to pussyfoot around to try to cause a scene.
Rei'ki seemed to be a little too eager to get in close and personal with these guards and stumbled but got back on her feet... only noticing she had dropped her sword and had forgotten to pick it up and now she right in front of the guards. The guards looked unnerved but one of them got over it and said, "Intruders! Hold and surrender, we will-" A blastershot went through his open mouth and he keeled over, death.
Xen standing all cool and mysterious had just done that shot and was now lazily twirling his blaster in his hand. Enraged at this the guards opened fire and one of them seemed to land a hit on Rei'ki but she kept standing, only her bubble of protection failing.
Rei'Ki curses and draws one last wrap of protection about herself. Xen meanwhile lines up his sights once more to fire upon the other two guards as Rei'Ki dives back for her sword.
Xen's shots go wide and so do the shots of most of the guards, one of them however takes a moment to aim and fires... at Rei'ki who just finished setting a layer of protection around herself before it bursts again.
Suddenly more blasterfire comes and one by one the three guards are dropped, and at the far end comes Janii, blaster in hand and takes one look at Xen and Rei'Ki. "What are you two waiting for? Come with me if you want to live."
Rei and Xen exchange a look before they seem to simultaneously shrug. Azazel had her ways, they just assumed. The pair both take off in a sprint after the cyborg woman.
Janii was ahead and when they got closer Xen and Rei'ki noticed that she had some scorch marks on some of her more metal bits. "I may be making the worst decision of a lifetime, but who the hell are you people and what have you come to do here!?" She asked them while she led them, through a empty corridor, into a eerily empty lounging area. No servant staff, no guests, nothing, only yellow alarm lights glowing.
Rei'Ki takes the lead, “Avenging the assassination of a noblewoman we happened to like.” She looks at Xen for confirmation and receives a nod. “Yeah, see? We liked her. So there's a friend of the guy who arranged it, maybe more. And we came to figure out who all was involved because they were part of our company. Have I mentioned I hate this sector? Because I really do. And nobles, blah!”
She stopped and sharply turned to the two of them. "You believe lord Traiserus is behind this?"
Xen nods, gesturing at the scorched bits of cybernetics, “Quite so. Especially if things are suddenly loud and exploding right about now. Azazel likes things quiet, after all.”
Rei'Ki arches a brow, “Doesn't seem like it whenever Andr--” She quiets herself when Xen gives her a sharp look.
Janii frowned and then continued moving, "A disturbance was reported in the quarters of lord Traiserus, quickly followed by a call from a guest in a room nearby that it sounded like there was heavy fighting, next thing that happens is that all guards are ordered to gear up and head to the wing which houses lord Traiserus's room and protect him at all costs. That order I can understand... not the order to kill all witnesses. So I disagreed, which resulted in my damage."
Rei'Ki opens her mouth but shuts it. There was only a number of reasons they would want witnesses killed... Traiserus was obviously doing a big no-no. Xen growls under his breath, “We have to get to Azazel, then. Thank you for your assistance so far... I would understand if you wish to split now, but I'm afraid I must ask you to lend us some help... This guy must be bad news if Azazel is still fighting him...”
"No I am not splitting up, there is no way for me to return and now I have too many questions, these orders came from up high, from my liege mistress which makes me wonder. You just said you are here to avenge the death of a noblewoman... my master was killed three months ago, so did several other nobles, perhaps the death of my master and your friend are linked, if so I wish to know and be there when the one who ordered their deaths... his death... meets his end." She frowned and then cursed. "But we need to get your people and run, there are a total of 70 guards stationed in this resort and all of them are heading to the wing with your friends and lord Traiserus."
Rei'ki sighs, “Whatever happened to Azazel just setting a fire and us all getting out of here in the chaos...” Xen shrugs, “Nice to know you're with us for now, think we're going to need someone who knows this place...”
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Hakkri was running for dear life, the death of his lover haunting him still, he rounded a corner and skidded to a halt, some part of him screamed at him, the part that was his sense of self-preservation, who was currently screaming to duck into cover because in front of him, were a dozen guards who had skidded to a halt, staring at Hakkri while those in front were already raising blasters.
Hakkri swallows and runs back out, waving his hands, “FIRE FIRE! THERE'S A FIRE! PUT IT OUT! I WANT A REFUND! WHAT SORT OF JOKE IS THIS RESORT PLAYING AT?! ALL I WANTED WAS MY SPA DAY.” He puts on the waterworks, which was not hard... And he already looked fairly hysterical already.
The guards shared a look, then looked back, raised their blasters and fired.
Hakkri shrieks and takes off in the other direction and perhaps that reaction spared him from most of the blasts... However, one strikes him in the arm. With a sob, he keeps running, wondering what he ever did to deserve this.
"Blast him!" Came the shout from one of the guards and they picked up the pace to catch up to the fleeing intruder. Three of them stopping as they rounded the corner to take shots at the fleeing drag-queen.
One blastershot got close and a nasty burnmark was created on Hakkri's left cheek as a blasterbolt glanced the skin there. But with that all the guards needed to run to catch up with the remarkably swift woman, or at least they think it is a woman.
Meanwhile back at the clash of the two sith and a echani, Traiserus snorted wit hdisgust at the Echani and her feeble attempt but this distracted him enough for Azazel to pierce his shield bubble and he growled. "I will end you... after I end your little friend!" He shouted and turned to the Echani woman, pointing his open palm towards her and let loose a blast of force destruction, perhaps her force sensitivity warning her but Kitt jumped away and was luckily out of the way. The wall on the other hand received a rather big hole, and so did the three wall the lance of force destruction hit as well.
Meanwhile back at the clash of the two sith and a echani, Traiserus snorted with disgust at the Echani and her feeble attempt but this distracted him enough for Azazel to pierce his shield bubble and he growled. "I will end you... after I end your little friend!" He shouted and turned to the Echani woman, pointing his open palm towards her and let loose a blast of force destruction, perhaps her force sensitivity warning her but Kitt jumped away and was luckily out of the way. The wall on the other hand received a rather big hole, and so did the three wall the lance of force destruction hit as well.
It was at that moment that Kitt and Azazel would hear a familiar shrill voice screaming, “Azzie AZZIE GUARDS! SHOOTING! Hurts!” Azazel shifts over to Kitt's side, “You are going to go. Now. And I will follow...”
Kitt grimaces but nods, breathing hard after barely escaping so many force attacks, she turns to follow Hakkri, engaging her shield knowing it might save against some of the blaster shots. Meanwhile, as soon as she starts out, Azazel tries to flood the room with fire, hoping the fire and following smoke might be enough to at least blind and possibly choke Traiserus enough to give them a chance before she flees.
Traiserus steps forward as Kitt runs away, "You will not escape that easily!" He shouted, laughing still but then the laughter stops as all of a sudden gout of flame are conjured through the force by Azazel, he jumps back, trapped. Enraged at the thought of his prey getting away he tries with a growl to jump through the flames but all of a sudden the flames rear up with intense heat and as Azazel joins Hakkri and Kit the three of them hear a inhuman scream of pain and rage, along with the smell of burning flesh.
A blastershot burns a hole in the carpet next to Hakkri's feet, the guards had caught up.
Azazel steps aside to give Hakkri room as he shrieks again. Azazel snarls and stops, turning and throwing a force wave. “Hakkri. I will silence you myself if you do not stop screaming and DO SOMETHING.” Hakkri whimpers and tries to overwhelm his attackers with force-fueled horror as Kitt keeps running.
Over her comm-link, a voice feed, a very welcome one feeds through, “Lady, I would not go to the tram-station if I were you. I am disabling it as we speak. Head to the emergency vehicle bay. There are 70 guards all swarming to your location to kill you all and protect Traiserus.”
Azazel snaps back over her wristlink, “I think we've learned some of that. The bastard is a Sith! A SITH! And he dares...” She falls off into a snarl, unable to properly voice her wrath.
Her anger was clouding her it seems and as Hakkri manages to induce a state of horror in soem of the guards but rigth after that, in her anger Azazel isn't concentrating completely and the force wave goes iwnards instead of outwards and bowls over Azazel, Hakkri and Kit.
The guards had something odd going on, the first half suddenly stopped and froze... and began laughing without control, some of them tearing their helmets off... and started clawing bloody gauges in their cheeks, still laughing like mad. The other guards were a bit unnerved by this and looked on in morbid fascination, ignoring the intruders for the moment.
From the flames within Traiserus's rooms walks a badly burned figure, wreathed in dark side energies, flesh boiled... and then reknit and regrew, shuddering with intense pain as the effects of dark transfer did their best to heal he let out a scream of intense rage, promising retribution. Parts of his face were stil lbadle burned and scarred however as the dark transfer finishes what it can for him.
Azazel shudders as she feels the power, forcing herself and Hakkri to their feet as Kitt stumbles back to her feet, flagging back to put herself between Azazel and the shooters with her shielding. Azazel's steps are slower, though as she tries to raise a wall of fire behind them. “He healed himself, he's still coming...”
A wall of fire bursts forth, preventing the guards, or Traiserus, so Azazel hopes, from coming after them this way.
In their running, Azazel and her pair reunite with Rei'Ki and Xen... with a newcomer. She looks in surprise at the woman before grimacing as she doubles over to catch her breath. All this running, it was not her thing and she was definitely feeling the effects. “Rei'Ki this guy matches my power, if not more... If he catches up, I don't care the consequences, feel free to pull out all the stops.” Her limbs were shaking and Xen frowns, readying his holdout blasters, nodding at Hakkri to do the same.
Rei'Ki furrows her brow, having only seen Azazel so concerned regarding the other Sith Masters... and she was bare of protection. Even now, she could see the ebb of Azazel's own power. “You're overextended...”
Xen's eyes widen, “What about...”
Azazel frowns, wrapping an arm about her midsection, “Fine, fine. I will not allow such...” She closes her eyes, trying to recenter herself. This is what her meditation was for, she was still the future of this Galaxy. Just another trial...
Kitt rubs along her arms, trying to work the aches out, trusting those with the guns and other weapons to at least be able to hold off anyone for now a few moments. “This is why you started me training to wear armour. But no, you had to try and look like you fit in. Err on the side of caution, remember?”
Azazel grimaces and slips her hand to waist and tearing off the cinch that held the train of her dress, letting it fall off. “Fine, I fail to follow my own teachings. How much farther, Xen?”
Xen shrugs, “Little bit farther yet... We just have to avoid the guards...” He gestures down a hall and watches as Azazel instantly begins on her way. The others follow suit, shocked to see Azazel so quick to flee this place.
Janii quickly moves up, looking at Azazel, "There should only be a token guard at the vehicle bay, only a few have the codes for the speeders there, myself included luckily. But before we get there... I have a question... what is going on!?" She gestures to Xen and Rei'ki and then to Azazel, "There has been something strange about you all and what did you mean when you told the Kubaz 'matches my power'? What power are you talking about."
Azazel moves away defensively, arm raising and fire flickering along its length, “I have no time to pretend to be something I am not. I will do whatever it takes to get them and myself out of here in one piece, even if that means the hounds of the government follow me for being a force-user.” Her eyes dart fearfully back behind herself, “Traiserus is a Sith and attempting to take over a secret order here in the Tapani sector, directly involved, it would seem now, with an attempted assassination of a noblewoman loyal to me.” She gnashes her teeth, “If he gets his claws into the stored knowledge of the Order, he will know far more and be a terror in his own right...” Her eyes widen as realization dawns... Of information she had shared... Her breath quickens, “Oh no...”
Xen catches up once more, “What? What is it?”
Azazel tries to keep moving, grimacing, “He'll know of Korriban... I told... And Andrea...”
Janii blinked, she just looked at the flames and then at Azazel, "So you are a force user, huh, thought your kind were a legend... and lord Traiserus is one too? I see..." With that she suddenly moved up ahead and led the way. "Let's hurry then."
She stays stopped in her tracks, senses extended and she could still feel the beacon of dark powers... At a distance... but coming closer. She grips her hands and draws her lightsabers into her hands, unignited. “Rei'Ki do you sense him too?...”
Rei'Ki frowns, shaking her head. “More of your usual tricks, maybe?”
Azazel narrows her eyes, but nods slowly, “Perhaps, but... I do feel him... And I cannot allow this... He is weakened now... I may be too... but...”
Kitt frowns, “Andrea will take care of herself...”
Azazel shakes her head, “This is my fault... and if I can just get a few good...”
Rei'Ki nods and draws her lightsaber, “Go off the grid, I'll draw him further, set up a trap... Come in behind... I'll make sure you get a good shot... The rest of us can at least give him something to focus on until you strike...”
Azazel nods and slips into her force concealment, suppressing her very force presence as Rei'Ki starts gathering her own energy, as if readying for a destructive blast, but just holding it, hoping to create a beacon relative to Azazel's prowess as the rest continue towards the vehicle bay.
After a brief moment... Rei'Ki suddenly senses a powerful presence at the edge of her mind and a fleeting thought. 'More... two apprentices...' And then the presence withdraws.
Rei'ki tries to sense where the presence is.. .but still comes up with nothing, Azazel was sensing him... but suddenly.. Traiserus's presence in the force... was completely vanished.
That settled it in her mind, it was like a game of cat and mouse now. Her mind flashes back to a time in a Noghri village where the Dikuht of the clan and her were in a hunt of each other themselves. Concealed as she was, Azazel's lips spread into a faint smile. It was one of those games now, then... Azazel continues to trail behind, expecting fully that Traiserus would at least pursuit the forward group and give her a solid chance. Why would he expect her to wander off alone when she has sought out her followers repeatedly now...
Azazel was still trailing behind, suddenly Xen voice coming through. "We reached the vehicle bay Janii told us about, only four guards, waiting for your command, Azazel."
Before she can reply several guards come into Azazel's view.
Azazel waits, holding her breath as the guards continue past her, she slowly begins to count them off. 8. As soon as she decides they are out of hearing distance, she whispers into the commlink, “Execute. 8 more heading your way.”
A moment later Xen cam back, "Well, that was.. .fascinating, Janii used some kind of hologram to make some decoys and we managed to combine our efforts to take out the guards. Laying in wait for the others."
Azazel meanwhile still lies in wait and then after
