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[Namira Heart]

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Emisara dressed in her elegant white and gold outfit. She was going to be actually leaving the house today and going to the casino. Her sort of underground bunker of a house was well networked under the city. She rose out of a hatch that released her next to the shadow syndicates casino. She strode into the familiar location planning to meet a newly promoted individual she had heard about. The individual of course had no idea he was about to have a meeting with the two ring woman, Emisara. Her research was right and the person she was looking for was standing in the casino. She watched a moment contemplating how she wanted to approach.after approach couple moments of watching she would approach calmy. Most in the syndicate had heard of her and recognized her for her lavish clothing. Most also knew the stories of the plays she put on in her underground lair. "Hey, you. You're the recently promoted player in the syndicate, correct?"

 

[210yeti]

Masada was standing on the outskirts of the casino crowd. The noise of rowdy patrons, ringing of machines, cards flapping, and everything else were driving his Nails up the wall. He was able to hold back a bit from releasing his rage, to stem the pressure that built up because of this, but only for a short time. He had just been promoted to the One Rings and Masada relished it. Finally, a title other than slave or pit fighter, a title that meant something even if he was on the lower teir. Masada would climb the other ranks.

A sound pierced the veil of his thought, a woman's voice. It was not the quivering one of a slave, a drunkened slurred speak of a local whore, or even one of the table workers. The voice was directed at him and it had a sense of authority to its feminine tone. Masada turned and saw Emisara there in her ornate dress. It seemed odd that she was curious about his ascension to One Ring but He would entertain the woman for the moment. "Yes I was. Please call me, Masada." He spoke in his most polite tone but it most likely came across as condescending or brash. Civil interactions were still alien to the tusken pit fighter but profess had to start somewhere.
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[Namira Heart]

"Masada." She took a moment to let the name sink in and match it to his face so that she would recall it later. "I need some assistance and was wondering if you would be interested in helping." She was normally more than fine capturing her actors on her own but this time the target was a bit rougher. She saw it as the perfect opportunity to test the newly promoted to see how they would work together given the idea that perhaps he may end up on one of her strike teams. This arrangement would certainly help them get used to each other for that possibility in the future.

She handed him a data pad that bore some information on a low ranking crime lord. That was her target, "We would be capturing and dealing with this individual. I figured it be a good way to break you in on her new position."

 

[210yeti]

Awkwardly tapping on the data pad, Masada eventually scrolled through the information provided. "I assume you have a plan to get close to him or is that my job?" The tusken said handing back the data pad. A machine somewhere started chiming and ringing which caused him to grimace as the Nails prodded his mind to violence against the intrusive rabble. Taking a deep breath and rolling his neck toease the pressure, Masada reopened his eyes and refixed his gaze on the Two Ring. "And what kind of resistance are we expecting?" Masses spoke as he headed outside. He assumed the 'crime lord' was in a nearby casino but he also needed some fresh air to hopefully calm his nerves.

 

[Namira Heart]

Emisara trialed the other outside understanding that the Casino was perhaps too loud. "Well he is a big sort of brute and I don't wanna have to kill him till after some fun. I need him captured. He had been hiding out in some of the drug dens around this time of night. I expect him to give full force resistance. He has never been known to use weaponry too much, he prefers his fist. Though my intel does state the carry of two pistols." She had researched the man and was well prepared for Masada to fail. She however wanted him to come up with a plan and try to execute so that she could see his skills. "I would like for you to attempt a plan. I want to see what you can do with information given to you."

 

[210yeti]

He tusken pondered for a moment. "I could assault the front entrence while you sneaked around to the back. It has been awhile since I've had the gift of engaging in close quarters." He said with a brutal smile crossing his face. The thought pleased Masada greatly as he invisioned the hallways caked in gore. "On second thought, I'm assaulting the front. You can do whatever you want." He said as he walked away quickly in the direction of the drug den while flexing his shoulders.
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[Namira Heart]

Emisara could see in eyes the joy the violence brought him from simply thinking about it. This made her feel her decision to bring him in on this one was a good one.
When he began to walk off she smiled and followed him with an even graceful gate. As they appraised the den the two armed guards outside tensed a little. "You don't look like druggies. Name and reason to be here?"

 

[210yeti]

"Masada. Purpose of visit.....Murder." In a flash, Masada unsheathed his vibro axes and cleaved the two thugs away from the door. Their bodies almost cleaved in half by the sheer force of the blow. Opening the door, he rushed not caring if Emisara followed or want along with the plan. It had been ages since he let the Nails sink deep and drive him on and with the screams of the scum in his ears a laughter could almost be heard. The wake, he left, was a sight of madness. Blood and gore were splattered about the walls and pooled on the floor around the bodies of the lowlife degenerates. Masada waited for his companion just outside the door to the main office of the local crime lord with both axes gripped tight. Blood dropped from the blades and pattered into the floor. Masada had taken a few hot and shots from holdout blasters but his old battle plate with stood most of the damage.