Elimination Proclimation

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

PVP, capture, death disabled
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Location: Eriadu, Outer Rim
Time: Evening
Participants: @Darasuum @Shax
Theme: Ain't No Devil <> Andrea Wasse

It had come to Cyzyn-Itza-Rus's attention there was an individual that had assisted Malthazar Dreadheart in his efforts on Eriadu. This man had a peculiar name but some would say the Tiss'shar's name was strange as well. But today the Sith would see if the man was worthy of bringing into the fold on a deeper level. He had potential to be a Chosen under one of the Dread Lords.

Wearing his light armor Cyzyn-Itza-Rus stood waiting for the man. He had an affinity to the force, that much he knew and Cyzyn-Itza-Rus would see if the man was worth bringing deeper into the fold. For now though they had a primary mission to accomplish and that was plant eyes and ears into the black market of Eriadu. Thus far they had liberated slaves, eliminated pirates, neutralized smugglers and bought off a freight company in the system. There was more to be done for the planet and the Dread Lord's endeavors but this was a start.

 

[Kyllian Rainbow]

'Well aint' this just a pickled peach.' Kyllian thought to himself as he wandered aimlessly towards his destination. The snake man apparently needed him for something so here he was, still on Eriadu, though when he thought about it he couldn't actually name the planet he was on. Didn't even remember how he got here in be perfectly Frank. 'Who is Frank and why is he so perfect?' He thought once more to himself, with his face drawn pensively. He was so deep in though as to who this Frank character was and how he himself could allegedly be perfect enough to compare to Kyllian's own glory that he didn't even notice when he arrived at his destination.

He itched at the spot where his slave collar used to be, still unused to not being at the beck and call of someone with their finger on a small explosive device. 'Meet at a... back alley? This bodes well.' Kyllian suddenly felt distinctly under dressed. Wearing nothing more than a black wifebeater and some nice tight black leather pants, which he thought accentuated one of his best features. He had his fists though, 'Kriffin A and Kriffin B' He lovingly kissed his almost perpetually cut up and scarred knuckles, before looking back up at his surroundings.

Dark, dank, your usual alley fare. He looked down the alley and spotted a hobo minding his own business, digging through a dumpster. Kyllian didn't think he looked like a snake man, he was about ninety-nine percent sure, but he was keeping his eye on him just in case. Come to think of it, the snake man wasn't even here, and Kyllian was late. He whipped his head around behind him, seeing nothing back that way either, he just shrugged and went to a nearby dumpster to grab a half mouldy piece of bread and began absentmindedly chewing on it as he leaned against the a nearby wall.

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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Tardiness, that was something that Cyzyn-Itza-Rus made a mental note about. He uncrossed his arms and moved further down the street wondering if the man had somehow gotten lost. Of course his paranoid mind went to the possability that something had happpened to the man and could in turn be coming for the Dread Lord. He lifted his head and flared his nostrils as he inhaled. There were a lot of scents in the air, most of them unpleasant thanks to the pollution of Eriadu.

As he made his way further down the street his fiery blue eyes caught motion out of the corner of his eye. It was down an alley and he saw two beings. One old man, and another was the man who he assumed was Kyllian Rainbow. He looked to be the type of individual hired as a bouncer at a dive bar or some other low class redlight district establishment. Little to no equipment on him it seemed, in fact only the clothes on his back. But Cyzyn-Itza-Rus could not blame him. He had been a slave not too long ago and di not likely have too many possessions of his own.

"Mister Rainbow, this way." He called out with a wave of his clawed hand. The serpinten eyes captured the sight before him, realizing the man was eating out of the garbage bin. Not something the Tiss'shar would readily do but then again he also ate living prey from time to time.

 

[Kyllian Rainbow]

This was a mighty fine piece of mouldy bread he had just found, one might say it is the holy grail of dumpster bread, because it was simply delectable. He was so entrapped by the bread, he didn't notice when the snake-man appeared, instead simply enjoying the hardly degraded five star restaurant quality bread.

This of course, meant that he jumped when spoken too by the strange vocal cords of the man. He spun around, with a piece of bread still munching away in his mouth, and looked despondently at his bread, saddened that he hadn't thought to bring something to carry things. He definitely wasn't going to put it in his pocket, and ruin his only pair of good pants. Definitely.

"You got it boss, hope you don't mind the questions but uh, where we headed?" Kyllian realised he didn't even remember the snake mans name, he was sure it was given to him but for the life of him, he couldn't figure it out. Which was a little rude, he wouldn't like it if someone forgot his name. But than again, who could forget his name? No one! And if they said they did, then they were lying. He was sure of that. The Snake man was probably talking, so he pulled his attention away from the narcissistic pride he held for his name to be respectful and listen.

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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The man had learned a great many things in his time as a trainee under the former Dread Lord of Death and in turn Cyzyn-Itza-Rus's personal mentor after he had killed his competition. The strong survive and the weak perish. Eating food out of the garbage container was not disgraceful, it was survival and the Tiss'shar did not think less of the human for consuming the bread. He would lead the man out of the alley and into the street.

He heard Kylian's question and term boss. Cyzyn-Itza-Rus was indifferent to the title of boss though it was simplistic in his opinion. He would not correct the man. "A shop. There is a man there that sells arms to the criminals of this part of the city. We will not be purchasing weapons from him though. I just want information."/gfont] He hopped Kyllian was either capable in hand to hand combat or was idealistic enough to think they were not going to get into a fight because he did not look to be carrying any weapons at all. If that was not the case then he was ignorant of the dangers of the galaxy. While Cyzyn-Itza-Rus was the representation of Death, death seemed to accompany him in turn wherever he went.

 

[Kyllian Rainbow]

Kyllian nodded, probably one too many times than would be considered a regular amount of nodding. Unless you were talking to your mum, and just saying yes mum, sorry, yes, yes, yes mum. Until she eventually lost interest and went to go do her nails or something. He didn't know very many mum's, so he couldn't say much with any authority on the subject.

He followed the a step behind the snakeman, clenching and unclenching his battered hands on reflex, keeping himself focused on his present situation as he began to mold his persona into something more intimidating. He stood up straighter, tightened his abs and belied his usual lack of focus by forcing his face to remain in a slight scowl, accompanied by a glare that most would genuinely never attribute to the manic man.

When they arrived at his destination, he let the snakeman go about his business with the shop guy. While Kyllian went about his business of providing an offsetting and tense atmosphere.

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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The walk would be quiet and uneventful, just the way Cyzyn-Itza-Rus liked basic traversal of pedestrian streets. They would find themselves walking through a series of low ceiling shanties. The Tiss'shar did not enjoy this part, his size made him reflexively duck as he went through door ways. They were tunnels made of courgated metal. Openings into alleyways were like courtyards to this castle of disposed people. Various galactic cretins came and went but they eventually found a corner in the market. Three cement walls with one whole side open. Within the dimly lit building was racks of weapons and arms. It was on display like produce at the supermarket.

A man wearing a skullcap and sunglasses despite the darkness, sat in the back. Two GR8 battle droids stood like guards on either side of the entrance. The weapons in the shop seemed to be open and almost ready to be picked up but the droids were there to dissuade anybody from using them without permission. "Good day. I am wondering if you sell In items other than weapons."

The man looked up from a magazine as if he were at a corner store selling bubblegum and soda. "Yeah, maybe. What are you looking for?" Cyzyn would take a few steps into the shop, looking over the equipment on display. "Coaxium Infuser, unless you have turbo lasers behind that counter." He made a joke obviously aware that such large ship board weapons would be impossible to realistically hide in the current area.

 

[Kyllian Rainbow]

Kyllian sauntered around the store, browsing the various displays full of weaponry. Some of it was flashy and designed to catch your eye, almost like a fishing lure, 'did people still fish? They must do, otherwise how would we eat fish? Unless they somehow made food just appear out of nowhere!' Kyllian laughed at how crazy that idea was, before his eyes widened and his mind fashioned an intricate conspiracy by the core worlds to control all the food. And then, just like that, he moved on to the guns once again.

Most of the higher priced gear was functional, not a lot of style or grace. But boy howdy would they put a lot of damage into whatever your target was. Definitely not as much as Kyllian's fists would do to an enemy, but it was cute that the weapons tried. He brought his attention away from admiring himself and back towards the task at hand. He didn't really have much to do except try and look tough, so he just glared at things hoping they would be intimidated into doing something productive for him.

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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The Tiss'shar approached the man behind the makeshift counter a little closer, making his two meter tall figure nearly touch the relativly low ceiling of the shanty shop. The merchant had weapons in open cases to either side of him like a jeweler would have wrist watches or necklaces. The reptilian sith kept his awareness of his human counterpart's position. He looked around the shop doing the equivelant of window shoping. "If you want something just say so." He said to Kyllian. Cyzyn-Itza-Rus was not short on funds and could afford to purchase basic weapons and equipment. He actually had a fair amount in storage that would even put this merchant's wares to shame.

The blue serpentine eyes then turned towards the merchant once more before the Dread Lord's voice came forth. "Can you tell me where such a piece of equipment is located? I am aware they are in high demand and you must know some people that might have that type of item." The man behind the counter leaned back to get some distance between the spinney Tiss'shar. The warped voice that was very inhuman seemed to make him uneasy. Ethereal light behind Cyzyn-Itza-Rus's eyes seemed to have an affect as well. "Yeah, um, there are some bandits that come and go from the south side of town. They tune up their ships with that sort of thing, steal parts to upgrade their ships even more." He did not seem to be paying Kyllian much mind at the moment. The heads of the GR8 battle droids turned to look at both Kyllian and Cyzyn-Itza-Rus.

 

[Kyllian Rainbow]

Free guns?! Hell's pepperoni that sounds like a good deal! Instead of voicing that particular thought, Kyllian merely nodded when the Snake-man offered to buy him some gear. He turned his attention back to the gear as the snake-friend continued on with his coaxium hunting. His gaze turned towards the offending security droids, both of which he glared angrily at for no other reason than he was in the mood to glare once again.

Kyllian abruptly turned to the conversation after the shopkeeper dropped his little tidbit of information and said "You sure you don't have any? Maybe picked some up from those aforementioned bandits? Come on! You know you do!" He took on the tone of a friend making fun of another friend for something embarrassing, and it's pretty clear that if he could be elbowing the shopkeeper in the ribs, he would be.

This completely ruined his attempt at being intimidating, and as a result Kyllian couldn't keep a straight face after he completed his little act. He found himself so entertaining in fact, that he began giggling in near hysterics. The shopkeeper was a mix of confused, angry and a little scared at the strange man laughing incessantly at him.

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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In law enforcement there was the good cop and then there was the bad cop routine. Of course in business there was a similar tactic, good dealer and bad dealer. Cyzyn-Itza-Rus wondered if his counter part was attempting such a tactic now. Whether or not he was he would go along with it so that it would at least not ruin the situation and perhaps would even be beneficial to his own machinations. "Seriously..." The shop keeper said as if he did not want to tell the truth but was willing to. "...I do not have any. They do not sell that well in my shop, not really the type of thing I sell as you can see. I sell ordnance, blasters, and blades. Star ship parts though, anything short of a turbo laser I'm not really interested in.

The Tiss'shar gave him a look that said he was debating whether or not to believe him. His nostrils flared slightly, letting the man know he could smell him probably at more extreme level than he knew. They say they can smell fear. At least that was what the Tiss'shar imagined this guy would say after they left. "I want to purchase something. Is that appropriate?" He said to the shopkeeper who looked a little perplexed by the change in subject. "Um, yeah."

Nodding, the Dread Lord looked over at Kyllian letting him know he could pick out what he wanted as the reptilian sith made his own purchases. "I want to buy you." The shopkeeper took a moment to pause before chuckling and then realized the mysterious figure was completely serious. "Wait, like as a slave? Look man I am ok doing some things but I won't do that sort of thing." But before the man could continue to protest Cyzyn-Itza-Rus held up a taloned hand and waved such feelings of uncertainty away. "I will pay for all of your wares here. Next you will come work for my associates and I. We have work for a man such as yourself. Would you be interested in such work?" The man seemed to look around at all of the items he had in his shop and counted the credit amount for such a thing. The Tiss'shar could practically see the credit signs glint in his eyes to signal he agreed. "Sure, you bet."

 

[Kyllian Rainbow]

As Kyllian rolled around on the ground, quite literally shaking with glee, it seemed the snake-man and the object of his humour were continuing the conversation. He didn't really pay them much mind, he was just happy to be here. Though there was this nagging feeling that someone was going to be very angry with him once they left the little backdoor store. He couldn't fathom why that is, but boy to the holy howdy, he didn't really care right now.

He managed to pull himself up with the counter the two other men were conversing over, just as they had completed their little business transaction. Still occasionally shaking with laughter, Kyllian spoke to Cyzyn with a smile "Great! I'm not too sure what was just said but it sounds good to me. I'll be waiting for you outside and then we can go get your thing that makes engines go real fast." He finished his statement, and clapped the lizard on the back, before leaving the store to wait outside as he had indicated.

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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It seemed like his companion was enjoying himself very much. The Tiss'shar looked over his shoulder at the bare-handed boxer and wondered what he looked like angry. But such wonders about Kyllian's mannerisms would have to wait. Now that the deal was done there was still work to be done. It did not seem that the man had any specific item he desired but the other equipment would eventually be brought over to the colony on D'qar. He gave the shopkeeper the compartmentalized information to meet up with the Southern Star Transport and Freight company. The company had been another acquisition of services thanks to the assisting efforts of Malthazar Dreadheart, or as he was known now, Darth Malos.

Kyllian would eventually get a hold of himself and would speak in his myopic wording that made Cyzyn-Itza-Rus actually take a moment to comprehend what he was saying. Basic was his second language and there were many dialects, slang and such. The reptilian Sith only spoke in proper basic since it had been instilled in him from an early age by his mentor. His mentor had taught him as both a scholar and a warrior before becoming a leader in turn.

The appendage that Kyllian would raise he would stop with a clawed hand before it touched his back. Slowly his blue eyes turned on Kyllian. Apparently the man had not noticed the long spines running from his head to tail. If the man had slapped him on the back he would have done the equivalent of slapping the pointy end of a steak knife. The gesture he had made was both to let the man know he did not like being physically touched as well as to prevent the man from injuring himself on the sharp figure. "I would not do that Mister Rainbow. Such an act could cause you injury." After saying that his thought turned to his hunger for some reason. Underneath all the etiquette and speech, armor and politics, he was still a being of flesh and blood. Cyzyn-Itza-Rus never let himself forget that despite being a herald of death he was not immune to the clutches of the eternal sleep nor absolved of the necessities of living. As such his stomach growled slightly. The frozen nexu would have to do. He could not very well consume the flesh of a cohort.

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