Fiery Tempers

[Proleptic]

Jemma gazed in slight respect and awe at the gorgeous landscape, and the luxurious city life around her. She could hear the constant sounds of the hustle and bustle of urban life, and she closed her eyes in love of the familiar atmosphere. She had missed the city life. It took her back to her childhood, and the blissful golden years she had lived with her family. She felt her face involuntarily downturn at the melancholy thoughts passing through her head, and grunted lightly as she pushed the thoughts away. Now wasn't any time to be emotional, truthfully. She ran a hand through her loosely-flowing blonde locks, focusing on the feeling of the air rushing against her face. Her eyes opened as she flicked her eyes across the aisle to the chairs directly parallel to hers.

An elderly man wearing a strangely intricate robe was unfolding a satin cloth, unveiling what seemed like a ceremonial dagger. The dagger was preposterously pristine, with the flat blade having a mirror finish. She cocked her head to the side, confused as to what purpose the dagger could have here, and watched in growing curiosity as the man gasped the knife by the leather pommel, in reverse grip, and held it in front of him, the tip facing the floor. He closed his eyes, and all in one motion made a long, straight laceration down his left forearm. Jemma's eyes widened slightly as her face broke into a goofy smile. "Hah! What the heck was that all about, old man?" She said to the man with a bark of laughter. He turned to face her, his face clearly showing disdain. "Oh, shoot, did I interrupt a ritual?" She said with a giggle, raising her manicured hands to cover her smile. The man continued to give her an affronted look, and the man, whom she had hardly noticed up to that point, leaned forwards and began giving her a similar look. "Oh no there are two of you?!" She said, upon seeing the other man with a similar cut.

The two men began glaring, whilst Jemma's laughter grew. She fell back in her chair, getting tears in her eyes at the hysteria of the situation, and came to about a minute later, unconscious of the attention she had garnered with her little display. Most people were profoundly discomfited with her display of laughter. She recovered and gave a short cough as she gazed about. "Really? Can't you guys lighten up a bit?" She said to the entirety of the surrounding population. She scoffed lightly at the lack of response, and reached forward towards the men in the other seat. Lightly plucking one of the knives from the astonished men, she took the blade and raise her blouse with one hand, revealing rows of scars moving down her side, starting at her ribs and moving past the line of her pants. She found a slightly uneven space between two of the scars, and made a long, even slash right in the middle. Her face didn't stutter from her pleasant expression, and she handed the knife back. She pulled a patch from her bag, and slapped it on the now bleeding cut, ensuring that it wouldn't damage her blouse — it was quite cute, after all.

"There ya go. Is that better?" She said without looking up. She didn't actually expect such blatant disrespect of what was apparently a religious or cultural practice to be received with anything but hatred, but she figured some sarcasm couldn't hurt more than anything else she had done. To her utter surprise, the men clasped hands and bowed to her, giving light smiles of their own, before returning to finish their ritual. Jemma gave a sitting curtsy, and turned back to facing forwards. Boy did she love people. She stood as the shuttle reached her stop, and hopped lightly over the side of the craft, deftly landing on the platform and beginning a casual stroll to her destination. She took a deep breath, looking around at a distinctly familiar part of the city. She remembered every bit of this city square, and especially remembered strolling around with her family, looking for adventure with no real direction or destination. It was good to be back on her home planet. The Republic garrison was only a short distance away from her location, and she ducked in an alleyway and entered a small hidden door in the wall of a random building. From here, simply leaving the room would give her line of sight of the target.

Closing the door behind her, she flicked on a light switch and hop-skipped over to her armor rack, making a slight face at the republic garb currently hanging there. She began slipping out of her outfit, pouting lightly because she loved looking so cute, and began suiting up. She tousled up her hair and put in her comm piece, immediately beginning encryption on the channel. This would be a pivotal day for the Death Watch.

Jemma winced slightly as she fastened a strap, feeling it compress over the cut she had just created. She felt her thoughts begin to stray towards each scar she had running down her side, and gave another light grunt of dismissal, pulling herself out of the darker thoughts. It was becoming harder all the time to push those away. It went in cycles, of course, but she was settling into a stint of depression. She coughed and began humming to herself, a merry tune that she had heard in a cantina just a few days prior. She would feel better once things got started. She always did.

 

[Reven Vargas]

Alex walk through the streets wearing his robe and hood the sights were nice and a light breeze stired the air. But none the less he was wanted now a man with a bounty on his head. He just needed to lay low for a bit people that knew him know he didn't mean what he did having been an ex sith gave him a bad rep he wasn't bad just.....misunderstood. Now he was wanted for his past crimes but here he felt he could start over he Walked Street after street exploring then he saw her. A women to him was beond compare at first she looked like she could do no wrong. Her
Luagh was cool to him he loved people that were like this that could let loose and make a joke the way she was dressed he could tell she had good taste then she cut herself. "Well not a shy one are you" she had many scares "wonder where you got those" he said to himself crazy but crazy is good. He watched her for a bit and knowing a thing or two she was looking for some one most likely a target it was a feeling with the force he had. He kept his head low knowing all to well how people are. So he made his way to a near by shop hoping no one knew who he was. Once inside he took the hood off the shop was small and smelled sweet "My only weakness" he said looking at some desserts. For now he thought he would be safe so why not hang about for a bit he sat and blended in with the people inside.

 

[Kaane]

A Trandoshan, somewhat out of place in the gleaming, sleek, urban cityscape surrounding her, stopped for a moment.

"Why am I here even?" she asked to herself aloud, drawing the perplexed glance of a man who happened to be walking close by.

It was a question she realized that she still couldn't quite answer. Why she had even exited Sith Space to begin with was beyond her, and she was walking amongst a group of people who would rip her to shreds if they knew who she really was. Her old uniform, emblazoned with a possibly-outdated symbol identifying her as a Sniper Corps Sergeant, was the only piece of armor she had against a world that wanted her dead. She no longer had her previous "friends," if she could really call them that, to rely on.

She was back to square one instead, doing nothing more than some work for an independent contractor. Her conviction seemed to be lacking as well. Here she was again, going through the same motions. Was there really nothing left to galvanize her desire?

The woman sighed, rubbing her forehead with a claw as she pushed those thoughts aside for the good of the job. But she knew it was hurting her hard. She wasn't nearly as efficient or confidential as she used to be. She just didn't care anymore. The Sith, veritable experts at "caring" in the form of having enough passion to brutally beat someone to death with a crowbar for five hours without breaking a sweat, couldn't get her to care. There probably wasn't a single damned cause in the galaxy that could get her pissed off enough to care, beyond the Vek clan getting exterminated or Trandosha getting glassed.

Oh well. Might as well get on with it.

She would waste no time as she approached her contractor's destination, which she was already close by. She had all the tools she needed. Hopefully it would take little more than a few minutes, if she was lucky.

 

[Abigail Soler]

It had been a while since Abigail Soler had seen a city. The last time she saw one was when she was still a slave. She remembered the pain from that time, but that wasn't something to worry about now. That was the past and now she had to find her contact. Abigail walked through the place until she found a dressing room. Looking around real quick, she then closed the door and changed from her usual attire into the armor the Death Watch had given to her and a few others.

She hadn't truly a clue of where she would head next, she just mainly knew that this was definitely a mission for her and her interests. After she was dressed in the armor, she put her hair up in her braid real quick as she then stepped outside of the dressing room, slinging her bag over her back. She then started walking in the direction that she was told to walk, having a slight clue of where she was going.

As Abigail waled, there were many different people. So many species and sizes of people walked past her. Some gave her glares and others gave a smile and a nod. She only gave a slight nod in response to those who acknowledged her, but remembered that she had to keep going on her mission. This was no time for distractions and in her natural quiet behavior, she had no wish to interact with others on the streets that one, she didn't know and two, that weren't a part of the mission.

 

[Caine]

Yawning in boredom Lux lent back against the trunk of a tree on one of the higher branches with a heavy bag dangling from one foot absently running through the map he'd put together in his head over the last couple of days as he methodically stripped down and rebuilt his blasters.
Having arrived in a city he'd never seen before 3 days ago Lux's first thought had been. " It's to clean. " Followed almost immediately by " Better start learning the layout if thing's go to hell I wanna know the ground I'm fighting on. "

Three days later and Lux had a reasonably good mental map of everything within a few miles of the target in all directions, dropping down from the branch startling several civilians who hadn't noticed his presence Lux slipped the sidearms into there holsters on his legs and rotated his neck for a moment earning a series of satisfying pops as the joints loosened.

Turning to head into the city Lux removed a small bead from a pouch on his waist and slipped it into his ear before tapping it to activate it and have it sync up to the encrypted channel he'd been informed they were using.
Several minutes of walking later the bead in his ear finally beeped signalling it had finished syncing up and was secure.
" I'll be at your location in 5 ma'am. " Lux said lazily into his comms as he slouched past civilians with his eyes half closed giving every appearance of being 1 yawn away from falling asleep on his feet.

 

[Reven Vargas]

Alex was now relaxed knowing fully well not to many people knew where he was and he liked it that way "A good way to start over" he said to himself so far nothing could go wrong.

 

[Proleptic]

Jemma almost jumped when she heard a sharp crackle come through her comms. "I'll be at your location in 5 ma'am." Jemma smiled lightly, and piped up in gleeful response. "What up! Is it just you and me right now?"

Jemma hoped that the others would be in the area soon enough. She was beyond excited to get this ball rolling. "Either way, just meet me at the hidey hole we discussed. We have line of sight on the target just by walking out the door!" Jemma hopped over to the armaments, running her hands along all her babies. "How are you, Mr. Boom?" She said inquisitively to a particularly large explosive device. She was entirely unconscious of how she would seem to anyone on the other end of the comms, and wouldn't much care if she did know. "I'm afraid I'm going too low profile for you today, so apologies, Love, but we're gonna have to play some other time." She sounded genuinely apologetic as she kissed her hand and pressed it to the cold surface of the explosive.

She moved on, pulling a standard republic blaster rifle and a pistol onto her back and belt, respectively. Her hand transitioned to a small, empty bag, before she reached over and began grabbing handfuls of small explosives, tossing them in the bag. They weren't much, but they were definitely enough to do the job. Jemma tied that bag and attached it to her waist. It was almost entirely inconspicuous, and looked almost like a ration bag. She then grabbed a few thermal dets, hooking a few to her waist. This wouldn't seem out of place, as it seemed like standard armaments that were nice to have.

Lastly, Jemma grabbed a rather curious device, and promptly pulled her shirt and chest plates off. It was a corset of sorts, but had a bit of extra functionality beyond making her breathing painful. She strapped it on, and went to check herself out in the mirror, pulling down her shirt as she did so. "Yup, still sexy as heck, though I'm not much for this color." She said to herself, strapping back on her armor plate. The piece was laced with heavy explosives, and would provide the big bang she wanted in the coming operation. She slid back over to the armaments table and began preparing identical gear for her teammates.

The special piece was a bit different for everyone, with a bra (the other girl of the op is a bit, ahh, challenged in the chest department), a pair of explosive underwear (why not?), and a pair of stylish boots (she really just wanted one of them to leave without shoes). She was really rather pleased with her decisions on this matter. She began giggling to herself at the thought of a comrade without shoes fleeing the ruins of a garrison. "This is going to be so much fun!"

 

[Reven Vargas]

Alex was sitting in the small shop then he had a bad feeling he looked around making sure no one had found out who he was "don't let the bounty on your head get to you Alex your fine" he said to himself. And kept sitting in the shop.

 

[Caine]

Approaching the small hideout Lux shifted the heavy bag now dangling from one shoulder slightly to keep it balanced as he opened the door and wandered in before kicking it closed again behind him.
Walking through the building he entered the room Jemma was in and waved a hand lazily in her direction before he tilted his head slightly as he caught a faint scent and sniffed again. " Why do you smell like fresh blood. " He asked questioningly before walking over to a table on the other side of the room without waiting for an answer.

Emptying out the bag he placed a set of republic armor on one side of the table before he disarmed himself placing the disconcertingly large number of weapons he typically carried on the table along side the armor before stripping out of his normal dark leather armor and placing it in his bag after removing a small spray from it completely ignoring the fact that he was down to nothing but a pair of black shorts in front of a woman he'd never met before.

Moving over to a large mirror he checked himself over for any new injuries or scars he hadn't noticed before he turned his back to it and looked over his shoulder using the mirror to study his back for several moments noting that the 2 month old burn and shrapnel scars that covered it from slightly above his waist right up to the base of his neck were healing fairly well even if he still felt a little stiff as he rotated his shoulders experimentally for a moment then used the spray on his back before before walking back over to the table. " If I keep gaining scars at this rate I'm gonna start getting scars on my scars " he thought to himself with some amusement.

Lux pulled on a plain black long sleeved shirt before he put the armor on and studied the array of weapons left on the table whilst he decided where to attach them to his armor to allow for easy use without hindering his movement any more then the armor already did.
A pair of sidearms we're eventually strapped on to his upper thighs with small clamps to keep them in place with a pair of pouches filled with knives settled just beneath them followed by a pair of carbines being slipped into holsters on his lower back.
Finally he slung his sheathed Ryyk blades across his upper back with the hilts sticking up over his shoulders leaving his helmet and rifle sitting on the table to be collected later and grabbed the couple dozen other knives still sitting on the table and put them in the bag along with his normal armor and wandered over to Jemma. " I'm good to go when the others are. "

 

[Abigail Soler]

As Abigail waled out into the open, she placed her Republic helmet on her head and the comms buzzed, making her jump for a second unnoticeably. She then moved quicker, listening in to see if anyone was talking. She then decided that she would just call in and give a heads up of where she was.

"I'm about a block from your location. I should be there in maybe two minutes."

She said into the comm. She then continued on. If she heard a response or question, she'd answer, but right now, Abi was just worried about being late. She rarely was, but some people tended up hold her up and in the end, she always wound up on the run.

It didn't take much longer though, until she arrived at the place. She had her own satchel of explosives that hurt her back but as always she ignored the pain. Opening the door, she walked in and waited until the door closed behind her and then she took her helmet off and gave a quick small smile to the two in the room. Quickly walking over to a table, she set the satchel down and then leaned against the wall, letting out a breath.

 

[Kaane]

In went Cal's hand. The backpack securely fastented to her uniform, bulging to the ripping point, rustled as she reached behind herself while walking. Out came her helmet.

Oh boy, getting this helmet was probably the stupidest two weeks of her life. The rest of her uniform was fine, but it took at least 10 days of obnoxious red tape to cut through. She knew not a lot of Trandoshans joined the Republic's military, but the amount of time it took her to get one custom-fitted helmet for her awkwardly-shaped face was ridiculous. Cal probably could have called BS and demanded some sort of compensation if she really wanted, but back then she was a good soldier. A real grunt for the system. Back then, she didn't mind being somebody's pawn for a cause she really knew little about. Some liberty they were fighting for when the people fighting for it ended up slaves more than anything else.

Her mind went back to that day when she was liberated from all that; it was right after she had pressed him up against the wall using nothing more than her sheer force of will. The blood seeped through his pressed uniform, just under his gleaming, sickeningly-well-polished medals. The smirk widened on his face as he lied like a snake, gritting and grinning that ugly smile even as he died. Died with all of the friends and comrades he had sacrificed to "earn" that extra chevron patched onto his shoulder. The twist of her hand ended him; she could hear that slick, wet thunk of the muscles in his heart being cut to shreds. That warm red liquid soaking her blade and hand, spraying against her battle-torn vest even as he still kept laughing. It was in that singular moment she knew she was going to be something more than a pawn, something more than the slaves they all died as, mangled, broken, wasting away on the jungle floor.

She almost envied them; they got to die not knowing the truth. Happy and secure that what they believed in was still right.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she forced herself back to the present. This job would be for them as much as it was for her. At least that one purpose in her life still remained intact.

It only took her a few seconds to fasten her helmet on, sifting through the channels in her comm unit in order to listen in on anything the Republic officer cronies might have been talking about while she was reminiscing. For the moment none seemed to be excessively operational; she would keep her ears peeled as she walked casually toward her final destination.

 

[Proleptic]

Jemma was sitting on a table, nearly finished giving herself a very professional manicure, as the first person walked in. She was just finishing up the preparation of the weapons when Lux walked in, and had defaulted to one of her favorite pastimes — physical upkeep. She was very particular about her nails, both hands and feet. She considered it a matter of personal pride and as something highly respectable for one to properly take care of one's toenails especially.

At the moment, all the nails in her ensemble were sporting a still partially-wet lavender. She had figured that it would be a lovely complimentary color for any blood that might splatter on her uniform during the coming operation. She always hated it when the blood didn't match what she was wearing, and since she didn't have much choice of attire here, she would have to settle for the nail polish color. Lux walked in just as she finished her last finger, which was, interestingly enough, her left middle finger. He strode lazily into the room, immediately detecting the nearly-nonexistent scent of blood on her.

"Why do you smell like fresh blood?" He asked her.

Jemma smiled brightly, as she had been expecting him to notice, and she had also been preparing her reaction thoroughly. She hopped excitedly off the table, wobbling towards him on her heals. "Because, my dearest assassin, I wanted to be sexy for you!" She said with a giggle and a bright smile. With that, she jumped up, stretching her legs around his waist and wrapping her arms around his neck. She promptly reached under her shirt with her right hand, as that one was nearly entirely dry by now, ripping off her patch and accumulating a smear of fresh blood on her fingers. She reached up and wiped the blood on Lux's lips, keeping her smile up all the while.

"See?" She said. "Just. For. You."

She hopped down, almost losing her balance for a moment, and using his arm to steady herself. She walked back over to her table, hopping back up just as their next team member walked in. "Yo!" Jemma said, while kicking her legs back and forth in a manner akin to a six year old on a swing set. "Y'know, you are gonna love the piece I made just for you." She said with a facetious smile. She was very please with herself, and hadn't she a right to be?

She reached behind herself, fiddling with the straps on her favorite explosive device of the day. She slid off the table and onto the cold floor, stalking slowly, almost in a waltz, towards Abigail. "So, darling, you know that I think you're just libidinous in the extreme..." Here she glanced up and down Abi's body, just for good measure. "But...let's be honest."

Jemma took her hands from behind her back, throwing them onto Abigail's relatively small chest and giving a sad smile. "You're bosomly star-crossed." She gave a sweetly sympathetic smile, then, before whirling about and grabbing the explosive bra. "Fear not, sweet summer child, for your sister-in-arms cares for your posterity!" She slapped the bra into Abi's hands and stepped back to inspect, waiting impatiently for her to put it on, not really considering the fact that most people were not accustomed to stripping down in front of others. "Well? What do you think?"

 

[Reven Vargas]

Alex had spent a few hours in the shop then got up and left fully relaxed thinks he was off the hook now. That no one came to collect his bounty on his head he walked the streets of the city it was getting dark and a small breeze rolled over his face he smiled somthing he hadn't done in a while. So he went were the night took him looking down tward his lightsaber "looks like I'm safe here for now hehe now where to go I'm in the mood for a little fun let's see" he kept walking looking for a place on interest distracted from anyone who might follow him.

 

[Caine]

Lux shook his head slightly in amusement as he watched Jemma behave like a 12 year old on a sugar high as he licked the blood off his lips and let out a faint growl at the taste of it. " That girl has serious issues, but not like I can talk. " Lux thought to himself before he smirked slightly to himself and pulled one of the knives from it's pouch on his leg.

Ghosting up behind Jemma with the knife Lux's hand flashed up to leave a shallow cut along the side of Jemma's neck as his other hand closed on her waist to hold her in place as he leaned in to press his lips against her neck and suck at the shallow wound for several seconds before he pulled back and swallowed the mouth full of blood growling faintly again before licking at the cut a couple of times as fresh blood leaked from it. " It's mean to give a man a taste then run away sweetie, do it again and I might have to bite your very tasty. " Lux said taking a final lick of the blood on her neck before he winked at Abi over Jemma's shoulder his normally bright red eyes flashing a tainted yellow for an instant.

Licking the blood of the knife he slipped it back into it's pouch but kept his hand on Jemma's waist before he lifted the side of her top and grabbed a pressure bandage out of his belt pouch and slapped it onto the wound and lowered her shirt back down. " That smell is making me really hungry, last guy better show up soon or I might just decide to eat you. " Lux muttered before licking at the blood on her neck again this time letting his fangs brush over her neck.

 

[Abigail Soler]

Abigail looked over to Jemma and gave a small smile. She acted very cute, telling Abi that she had made something for her. She paused what she was doing and listened to what the girl had to say. Abigail's smile grew as Jemma hopped off of the table and came over to her. Her hands were behind her back, but once she reached Abi, she pushed them into Abigail's chest. It was a forceful push, but Abigail kept her smile, taking a look at the bra that was just put into her hands.

"Well, thank you! I like it alot!"

she responded as she then took her own shirt off and changed into the bra Jemma handed her. She then looked over to Jemma and flashed another smile. Abigail was used to changing with other people in the room. After all, after she was tricked by her care taker, she was forced into slavery and wore fairly exposing clothing. She then took a look at herself in the mirror and noticed the color of it matched her rather pale complexion.

Afterwards, she then walked back over to the table she set her shirt on and pulled it back over her head. She then looked to Jemma, giving another smile.

"So if we're going to be Sisters-in-arms, I guess we should at least introduce ourselves. I'm Abigail."

She said. Before anything could go any further though, the man she would soon now to be Lux, could be seen behind Jemma. Before she could alert her new friend though, Lux had already gone into action, feeding on Jemma's blood. After he finished, Abigail noticed him looking over Jemma's shoulder to her and then he winked at her. Abi gave a small quick smile as she crossed her arms, waiting for him to completely finish up. Abigail secretly rolled her eyes when Lux mentioned eating Jemma. Uncrossing her arms, she looked to Lux.

"Well, I think it's best to wait until our mission and then suck the blood of the enemy. It'll strike even more fear into their hearts if they know we've got a vampire with us who has drained their soldiers' blood."

Abigail suggested. She rarely ever met someone of his type. She didn't even know his species could suck the blood from people. She had learned the species but never ran into one. She held no fear though. She hadn't a reason.

 

[Reven Vargas]

Alex walked the streets suddenly he was pulled from it into the ally way now on the floor he looked up it was a man shorter but he did have a blaster "it's taken me a while to find you Alex remember me?" Alex got up and smirked "how could I forget you used to beat my ass when I was a kid you look older" Alex smirked "I plan to do it again and collect your bounty now come quietly" and the man starts to walk tward him Alwx looks no one is around good "well it's a bit different now you see since that time I've learned a thing or two. Then as fast as light he activated his lightsaber and blew right through the mans arm cutting it off the man screamed with pain "look I don't really care if your dead or not but I'll let you live because I don't want to bother with you but you did give me hell as a kid. The least I should do is return the favor" he then uses force lightning the man is now on the ground stunned and wounded Alex picked him up "if I see you again or if anyone comes looking for me next time your dead!" He then punches the man knocking him out he hides him in the ally way the keeps walking the street laughing to himself and smiles "hahahahha oh it's been a while since I've done something like that it's better than I remember looks like I still got a little bit a sith still in me hahah" Alex knew he had to control himself but how could he he was trained from a young age to be a sith and a weapon and somthing like that is changed easily "I hope no one heard him scream" he said as he kept walking the streets

 

[Kaane]

Cal stood stock still, perplexed at what she had just heard offhand over the comms. Unfortunately, this was perhaps the most interesting piece of information on the entire comm system in the vicinity, and for a bit she just couldn't muster the ability to turn it off. Her jaw would have dropped further if the chin of her helmet weren't holding it up. The words were just barely there, but the Republic seemed to have their gear wired too good not to miss that few seconds of juicy information.

The NCOs are slacking over there, big time... she thought to herself as she turned off the comm entirely, not so much as to give whoever that was some privacy, but to prevent herself from being scarred for life with any further...stuff, like that.

She could hear every single one of her sisters calling her a prude right now. If they only knew what this sort of crap was really like.

Instead, the Trandoshan, covered from her feet to her head now in her uniform, helmet's visor up, managed to renew her focus for the task at hand. The footfalls of her custom-fit jackboots were confident, belying the secrecy of her true purpose, as she strode towards her target. The Republic garrison stood quite proudly before her, as she walked through the open yard that led to the back entry way. It was populated with a sparse amount of soldiers undergoing a swift training exercise to keep in shape, but not even the drill sergeant going through the motions seemed to care enough to stop her. It was just a classic way to blend in, on her part. If you look like you have a reason for being somewhere, then people will assume that you actually do. Even if you happen to be carrying a heavy load and obscuring your identity for no readily-apparent reason.

That magical feeling of getting away with the dumbest possible things...she probably would never find a reason to regret reading that digital book on inter-sentient sociology.

Getting through the back door was pretty simple too. Apparently the whole thing was being monitored by some bored soldier in a nondescript booth, watching the entrances to the garrison via a closed circuit camera system. The tedium of his shift was showing pretty badly as he readily accepted visual evidence of her archaic ID without a second glance. Their failure to instill some sort of discipline among these people would cost them dearly, soon enough.

Once inside, she slipped a small rod from her backpack just barely into the door's path to hold it open. Judging by the way that camera was angled, the man sitting and watching all this wouldn't even notice. If she really needed an escape route, it was secured for the time being.

Now, however, was her moment to shine. She was only a few minutes away from the room she needed to get to; it would only be a matter of time, now.

 

[Proleptic]

Jemma's eyes widened in slight surprise as Lux held her tightly to his body, and cut her right on the neck. She was about to retaliate in irritation when the man suddenly leaned forward, pressing his lips to the shallow cut and lapping up the blood with fervor. Her hands moved to the man's arms and she tightened her grip considerably. "It's mean to give a man a taste and then run away, sweetie. Do it again and I might have to bite. You're very tasty."

All in a moment, Jemma was no longer in the same room, with the same people. She was back in her home town, at the age of seventeen. Jemma peered around in the dark of night, slinking around between buildings and hiding behind trash disposals when people would stalk by. She waited until a certain man walked around a corner. Though it was hard to make out any features in this darkness, she couldn't mistake the small, human-shaped figure on his shoulder. She waited with bated breath until he passed her hiding spot, before jumping out and thrusting a knife in between his ribs. The man cried out, dropping the body and lashing out. Jemma grabbed the figure of a small girl and tried to run while dragging her. She tossed a flash bang she had manufactured out of spare parts, and ran as hard as she could. She already had her ear plugs in when she tossed it. She made it all the way to her small hovel of a home, and thought she was safe. ​

They came in the same night, just as before, kidnapping her and her sister, again. She woke up to a slash right there on her neck, and an overbearing man's disgusting, grizzly beard grinding into her face as he licked at the bleeding cut. ​

Jemma flashed back into reality, uncontrollably headbutting Lux in the nose, twice, before realizing his harmless intentions and remembering her location.

She gave Lux a weak smile, though no apology. She began wondering if it had been a hallucinated memory, or just plain hallucination. She had started to lose track at this point. That was what her journals were for, but somehow she always managed to mess them up.

Jemma's muscles relaxed as he ceased his 'meal', and she leapt down to give Abi the explosive lingerie. She was rather surprised at her response, as she had more been expecting offended disdain. "Well, thank you! I like it a lot!" She said brightly.

Jemma smiled even brighter at the positively received gift, though the smile was rather forced now. What did surprise her was the blatant lack of care for changing in front of her and Lux. She eyed the girl with pleasure while she changed, respecting her physique as she could for just about anyone. "So if we're going to be sisters-in-arms, I guess we should at least introduce ourselves. I'm Abigail." She said

Jemma gave a small curtsy in response, and returned the favor. "I'm Jemma, and I can make your dreams come true! I'm not quite sure why I introduce myself that way though. It's rather hard to make someone's dreams come true when you don't know their dreams. Actually doing something is entirely another thing, as well, so I should probably stop that, but I won't!" She said that last part mostly to herself. Actually, it was entirely to herself, but functionally she was talking to Abi. Some of her normal gusto was already returning just a minute after the episode. She was quite practiced at hiding it, and as long as she didn't think too much about it right now, chances of her spontaneously having another episode were blessedly slim.

"All right, you two!" Jemma began. "Our last team member will be meeting us inside the facility quite shortly. So put on your explosive clothes, Lux. Your choice is between the shoes, and the underwear. Personally, with your skin, I would suggest the boots. They very well compliment your overall outfit anyways. I mean, I did design them, so what else could be the result?" She said with a matter-of-fact hair flip.

"I'm sure you could rock the underwear just as well, but I won't be able to see it unless I get your out of your clothes, and I won't be doing that during this mission, I doubt, so I will just leave those for the last guy. I'm sure I'd like to get him out of his clothes as well, but the temptation isn't quite as great when he hasn't even licked blood off my neck yet!"

Jemma smiled and tossed the boots to the man, giving him no eventual choice in the matter. Nobody every truly had a choice when it came to women, especially when they are Mandalorian women. She strutted out the door with her gear all in tow, stopping only for a moment to pull on her helmet. Jemma knew that the target had already been easily infiltrated before, but she still got a little bit nervous. It would make things a spot more difficult if she had to fight her way in and out. As she approached the rear end of the building, she saw what appeared to be a small rod in one of the doors, and smirked to herself. "It appears, my dear friends, that our accomplice has been practicing chivalry, and isn't he quite the master!"

Jemma walked right past the guard on duty, flashing an identification while sticking a foot in the door to kick it open, though she left the rod there for a just-in-case escape. The guard waved her on readily, not even stopping to make her remove her helmet, which showed just how lazy and complacent the Republic had become.

 

[Caine]

Lux shook his head in amusement as he pulled the boots that came with his armor off and slipped on the pair that had just been thrown to him before walking over to the table to pick his helmet up and seal it into place before slinging his rifle across his chest resting on one arm with his hand around the grip before following Jemma out the door.

Lux stayed a step behind Jemma as they approached the base and walked straight in behind her waving lazily at the guard on duty with his own stolen ID in hand. " We need to find the other girl, we should at least work in pairs to watch each others backs, if one of us gets caught alone the rest of us wouldn't have a clue until they fail to show up whilst we're on our way out or they trip the security and get us all into trouble. " Lux said into his comm whilst his eyes roamed the hallways around them tracking any republic personnel that they came across.

 

[Abigail Soler]

Abigail saw Lux shake his head as he slipped on his boots. It probably wasn't the best to strip in front of them, but hey, there wasn't exactly a dressing room right there. She gave a giggle to Jemma once she finished putting her new bra on. After her shirt was put back on, she gave a short nod to Jemma before grabbing her own helmet, tucking it under her arm for a second.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Jemma. Maybe after this mission, we can be lifetime friends?"

she asked and said at the same time, pausing to give a smile before she placed her helmet on her head and followed them out also flashing her fake ID to the careless guard. As a child, she admired the Republic.. now they were lazy people who didn't give a damn. At least Mandos kept them on their toes, but even then they were slow.

Then walking up beside Lux, she heard him mentioning the need to find their other partner.

"Good point, Vamp. Let's keep an eye out for her."

she responded. Abi didn't know his real name, so she named him by his actions.