[SITH MISSION] The Silent

[Sterling Malory Archer]

Orann offered the sith woman a little nod and reached down onto his belt, taking out his grappling line. "Of course, Ma'am. Just give me a ring if you need anything else." With one smoothe motion, the Trooper looped the line around the rafter nearest to him and dropped down, descending to land on the floor with a thud. He disengaged the grappling line and started off at a casual stroll back towards the main body of the building. And, coincidentally, right towards where Jorath was walking. The Trooper came to a stop and offered the big sith a salute.

"Sir. My target is nice and cozy upstairs, currently out cold and cuffed to a desk. Probably his typical tuesday afternoon. If you get the urge to go have fun with him. Your partner is... Entertaining... Her guest."

As he spoke, the trooper swapped out the power pack on his rifle and cleared the barrel with the cleanin gtool. Just to be sure it worked fine. Once he was satisfied, the trooper looked up and pulled a snack bar from his belt. Offering it forwards. It was more a matter of habit. His USUAL partner loved his post kill snacks. Kind of like giving sloth a baby ruth.

 

[Viabuck]

Traveling through the chapel, Jorath took a moment to appreciate the architecture of the facility, pausing briefly to reach up and scratch his chin, momentarily considering shaving when they made it back to... Where was he going to stay again? In truth ever since becoming a Crusader, he had stayed on assignment seemingly endlessly. Was he supposed to go back to Tattoi-.. Oh wait no. Some dickhead of a Jedi destroyed his family business.. That was something he would have to avenge later. It didn't help the giant's anger any that a lot of his pay was currently going toward keeping his mother an apartment in the Imperial Capital.

No longer admiring much of anything, with a huff, the Sith proceeded on through the building, attempting to track down his partner by the sound of that damnable laughter of hers, even now finding it to be slightly unnerving. Of course as he walked, along he would eventually find his path blocked by the Stormtrooper which they had brought along with them... It was saluting him.. That was interesting.. Pretty standard stuff though.

He would offer the man a nod preparing to walk around him when suddenly...

".. Thanks."

Reaching a hand out, he would claim the snack, pausing and leaning back against the nearest wall, taking a moment to peel back the wrapper, taking a rather large bite from it, his rather agitated state seeming to vanish in an instant.

"I'll just let... Lillieth finish up. Mine's already dead.. I'm just going to enjoy a few moments of peace for now.." he would add, exhaling a deep breath right before taking another bite of his candy bar.

"Gotta take her on a vacation because I made her walk around on Kashyyyk... You're actually lucky you were born without any kind of remarkable abilities or anything that makes you special.. The Army seems way more disciplined than the Order in terms of behavior.."

 

[Asinine Soup]

The only sound that would be heard next resonating down the long hall is the sound of hissing, chirping, cackling and crackling lightning - a boom of thunder rumbling about the room.

Of course...Lillieth's laugh would be heard accompanying it. The thump of a corpse thudding against the floor is heard but a moment later...and eventually, here she comes (whom she, herself, would consider the lady of the hour, always making the most fun out of things...) bootstepping down the hall. Each step echos, and with her hood still atop her head, she seemed to be humming lightly...gently. She was happy, so it would seem, and with the smile as visible as the severed head that she held in her hand upon her face, she stops betwixt her duo of companions.
"Sorry..." she says, almost failing to suppress her laughter before delivering her joke. "I tend to get...ahead of myself." It was then that she erupts into a fit of giggles, the cultists left within the scene seeming to gape in horror.

"Anyway, um." she finally calms, sighing a sigh of relief from her laughter as though it ailed her to do so. "I'm done, I'm sorry for the wait. At least we have a souvenir?" she states questioningly, still smiling and peering up at both individuals. It was then that she would shrug a shoulder and follow whomever would lead, still in a relatively happy mood. It seemed that murder and mayhem...had finally begun to grow on her. Maybe she would be good Sith material after all.

 

[Sterling Malory Archer]

Yknow, its a good thing Orann is such a difficult guy to irritate. Because otherwise he might have said something snarky and sarcastic to get himself beheaded by an ill tempered Sith Crusader. Even so, the Trooper couldnt help but to roll his eyes under the helmet. YEP... There was that good old sith sense of superiority. Something that quite honestly wasnt even worth arguing against. Instead Orann just shrugged noncomitally and turned his attention to the approaching Lillieth.

"Glad to see it went so well, Ma'am. The last target is still... Detained... Upstairs. I figured we could make a big show of shooting him in the head and pushing him off a balcony. Or something more creative, if you wish... In any case, feel free to lead the way."

The trooper gestured with his rifle, nodding a little. "Once that's sorted, we should be cleared on our objectives and free to head on home for some much needed R and R..." Truthfully, he didnt even know what sith did for Rest and Relaxation. He assumed they just sort of went into a state of suspended animation until they got to stab things again. Or maybe they kicked Nexu kittens. He didnt know.

"Shall we?"

 

[Viabuck]

The Stormtrooper sure seemed to clam up pretty quickly. There Jorath was, going against his normal inclinations toward the grunts of the Imperial Forces and this guy didn't want to chat? That was almost insulting.. He had been nice enough to strike up a conversation and this guy was just going to stand there?.. Maybe he was just quiet. Or maybe he was a bit of a douche, the Sith wasn't really sure which quite yet but he didn't have time to focus on it in any case as he soon found himself turning his head to look in the direction of the approaching Lillieth, hearing the familiar sound of her footsteps.

Blinking several times, it took him a moment to fully come to terms with what his unusually happy teammate was now carrying and upon doing so, he admittedly found himself a bit taken aback. There was no denying that in combat he tended to go above and beyond the limits of brutality.. But usually that ended when the battle ended.. This was.. Something else.

Impressive really.

".. And what a nice one it is.." he remarked with a smirk, offering the female of the trio a positive gesture of his own. With the cultists having been sufficiently put into their places, it seemed as if it was time to depart. The Trooper had made another grand point. R & R was on the agenda and at some point he would certainly have to try to get his partner to part with the head she was carrying.. Somehow he felt it would put a damper on their festivities.

All the same, while Lillieth was truly settling into being a Sith, Jorath had opted to take a slightly more authoritative position within the structure of the mission, opting to lead the group from the chapel, taking point, his hand still resting upon his lightsaber which he held low at his side. No one would dare attempt to impede them but it was still a show of force he wouldn't let down.. Not until they were safely on their shuttle and their to their respective destinations.

Oh damn it.. He had forgotten about his apprentice again.

He'd almost certainly run into the boy one day..

Maybe.

Okay he'd have to go back to Korriban... -Eventually-.

 

[Asinine Soup]

The leader of the cultist group whom remained alive is brought in alive for interrogation at the hands of whomever wished. Whether a fate was prolonged or immediate would be decided by Imperial Intelligence and the Dark Council.

Lillieth and Jorath part ways with Trooper Orann whom was back off to base for a little R&R before his next mission deployment...they came far too quick and often these days. All in a day's work, he figures.

Catching the first flight to Corellia after only a night's rest, however, the Sith pair pack up and leave for Corellia, unbeknownst to Lillieth...a surprise vacation.

One that was much needed.

The shuttle blasts off Corellia into the stars, space warping around them.