Howling of the Past [Blood]

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Howling of the Past [Blood]

Post by Serinn Sarkin » Sat Jan 02, 2021 2:08 am

It was just after dawn on Nar Shaddaa, and the apartment's lone occupant had only gotten to sleep two or three hours ago, though it was a very restless sleep. At some point, the sleeping woman had shoved the sheets covering her aside from all her tossing and turning, revealing a body hinting at time and energy spent keeping in shape. Elbow-length blonde hair spilled out across the pillows in disarray, though with every twitch of the woman's body, it too would shift position. As the minutes ticked by on the small antique-looking bedside chronometer situated on the nightstand nearby, the bed's lone occupant gradually, very gradually, began to breath faster - a clear sign that whatever she dreamed of was either good or bad. Though when the first pain-filled whimper spilled from parted lips and facial features slowly becoming more and more anguished as flashes of the past haunted her still, all these years later . . . it was clear that they were not pleasant dreams.

This state of steadily-increasing exposure that the demons of her past still haunted the woman, continued for almost another hour before she snapped awake, one hand lifting in a gesture indicating the harshly-woken individual thought it held a blaster, though Serinn soon realized that the weapon in question was holstered quiescently some twenty feet away on the other side of the bedroom. Sighing even as she slid her legs off the bed, the woman who considered herself a Hapan-born Corellian buried her face in her hands for another several minutes, tears leaking from sightless eyes and creeping out between fingers, even as previously-panicked breathing slowed to something approaching normalcy. Light filtered in through the slightly-open window shades, painting the room in flickers of illumination from the signs and lamps lining the walkways outside the residence.

Some of this light even touched upon the nightmare-disturbed bedsheets, and the full-length tattoo on her back that was very much in evidence, thanks to the clothing she'd worn to sleep. Finally her mind cleared, at least somewhat, and Serinn rose from a seated position on the mattress, padding softly in the direction of the kitchen with frazzled nerves . . . wearing only her underclothing that left little to the imagination but were infinitely more comfortable to her, as well as having been the now half-awake woman's preference for several years. In her melancholy state of mind, the distant sound of someone pounding on the door to a nearby apartment took almost a dozen minutes to register, though she changed direction when it finally did. Coming to a stop in the kitchen with one shoulder leaning against the wall, dull silver-blue eyes stared at nothing, deactivated as they were, as she grumbled in a voice gone hoarse from vocal outbursts of past anguish.

"Wish people would learn to be quieter around here." The sarcasm, and irony, were thick in her voice as she uttered this remark to nobody in particular, knowing from past experience that her own nightmares were partially responsible for the noise. As she began to make herself a cup of tea with an ease indicating long practice - despite her ocular implants being deactivated, Lira climbed up her leg to her favored perch on the half-asleep woman's shoulder, the Tailring curling her tail as much as she could around Serinn's upper arm. After a few moments, the beverage was done and consumed shortly after that, and she went about her business for as long as it took to shower and dress before stepping outside her apartment. Ensuring that the door was securely locked before continuing on, the lone blonde reached up to scratch the underside of Lira's jaw as she aimlessly ambled along the moderately-occupied early morning streets of the Smuggler's Moon Corellian Sector, with no set destination in mind.

As far as she was concerned, what would happen, would happen. As she had gleaned from her research growing up, the Jedi of the Old Republic had been known to say "It was the will of the Force."

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Post by Slade Xandir » Sat Jan 02, 2021 6:22 am

Mercy sat watching the target leave from atop the wet top of the shacky villa her and Tver were keeping recon on. Kicking the 'partner' awake with a stiff combat boot, she nodded to the blond walking off into the herd of idiots on the Smuggler's Moon. Anyone who wanted to make a living doing anything naughty ended up on Nar Shaadaa, and of course this was where the target ended up being. Of course with the Phoenix being the eyes and Tver being the muscle, Mercy had to also play the cards right in this scouting until evac. Somehow someway they had to get this girl and bring her in. Simple kidnapping. But things were harder when the onlookers wanted to rob you and leave you a mess in a dumpster somewhere. This was where Slade had started out in his supposed mafia family mob syndicate thing he said, and even then in those days, what things he said they did to people was pretty frakked up. It got even more intimate when you were offing somebody in the same syndicate as you, he said. To get her mind off of it, she turned to Tver, making sure he was up before shouldering her equipment and ducking off of the top of the building. She'd leave his ass behind, because what he didn't know was that she was both muscle and brains. She heard him still groggy and trying to get himself together, and she was already half a kilo in. "Target in sight. In pursuit, 16 feet out. Over." She tagged her cords to Emic and kept her pace light, but determined. Tver was only just now hopping off the roof, scrambling to catch up with her, and she rolled her eyes as she pushed through aliens and people, alike. Dude was gonna lose her, unprofessional ass. That's on him. Emic was gonna have his head. "Keeping watch behind Phoenix, 9 feet out. Over," he hurried to throw in there before too much silence went by in his timeframe. She forced her eyes to stay on the target instead of casting a heated look behind her at the Rat. His nick was Jackal, but sweet sith he reminded her of a frakking rat.

Mercy scouted the spots before her target while keeping the blond head in her peripherals. That left upcoming alley seemed promising. She began to try to close the gap, got her gameplay together, and chose to pull a Lie. "Jackal, prep for Stalker Lie. I'm herding to that second left alley." And with a confirmation, she set off for the Blond, adding a little bit of length to her stride and getting a concerned look in her eye, tucking her long brunette hair behind her ear as she got closer. She'd make effort to only begin looking a bit more worried as she got closer to the target, hoping the woman would catch her eye as she felt eyes on the back of her neck. Tver pulled his tact jack hood up, pulling a old school cloth balaclava over the lower half of his face, and hunching over a bit, getting a hungry look in his eye. Wasn't too hard for him.

She would be at her soon enough.

8 minutes later, she was behind her, hazel golds flashing to the alley to ensure she was as close to the alley as she needed to be. Reaching out, she whispered to the blond with as much conviction as she could, putting a seriously worried look on her face. "Miss, don't look too fast, but that guy in the black hoodie has been following you since you headed out this way. That one-" she made a tight little nod in the direction of Tver who was closing in fast, and hopefully should the woman look and catch Tver's dark brown stare, she would see him start booking it towards the both of them. "Crap crap-" she began, already leaning toward the alley, "Run! Go!"
"π’―π’½π‘’π“‡π‘’π’»π‘œπ“‡π‘’, 𝐼 𝒢𝓂."

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Re: Howling of the Past [Blood]

Post by Serinn Sarkin » Sat Jan 02, 2021 9:15 pm

Idly ambling along, enough of Serinn's attention was fixed on a simple casual observation of her surroundings while silently musing to herself, that she didn't notice the commotion behind her until the sound of very close footsteps caught up with her. This, more than anything else, caused her to look over one shoulder and spot the woman approaching from behind with a noticeably worried expression on her face. Slowly shifting her path to one side of the streaming throng of people, the lone blonde-haired woman did what she could to keep the other woman in sight even while attempting to pick out whatever was causing the woman's concern. This took a handful of minutes, however, as the amount of other pedestrians worked in favor of the unseen followers, even after Mercy gave a whispered description of sorts. Armed with this information, as scant and sudden as it was despite being aided by the unknown woman singling out the man in question, the Hapan's thought process leaped immediately to one decision: avoid and evade.

Moving along at a slightly more rapid, but lopsided pace, Serinn's gaze snapped around to look for available escape routes, landing immediately upon an upcoming alley. The woman's urging to run did not fall on deaf ears, nor did her nonverbal hinting at said alley, but still a slight smirk grew on the blonde's face as she veered towards and eventually into the alley in question. The moment she ducked around the corner, Serinn's right hand lifted up to reach inside her jacket, her intention being to retrieve the blaster she carried in a shoulder holster. Whether or not this was successful, remained to be seen. But better to err on the side of caution.

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Re: Howling of the Past [Blood]

Post by Emic Lai » Sun Jan 03, 2021 6:37 am

Nar Shaddaa had become a second home to the Zabrak. Even the high-end places on the Promenade were relatively cheap on the salary Emic had grown accustomed to, and not even the posh casinos care all that much if you start a bar fight. This was a business visit though, and the parties of the Sith elite far outstripped anything the Nar Shaddaa slumlords could put together. It was getting to be about that time of year that taking shore leave for a month sounds pretty good. Maybe she'd rub elbows with a few of her old boss's former associates, bask in their wealth for a little bit.

In any case, her operators were moving into position, and she was following to keep eyes on. In short order she jumped ahead of them into an apartment building. She got up to one of the upper floors and broke into one of the apartments, interrupting the cozy, romantic, holovid-watching night-in for the young couple that inhabited it. She quickly gagged and bound them, and entered their balcony to keep an eye on the action. Mercy picked a good tactic to run with, Tver definitely made for a convincing stalker. Might have been that he just took more to the bloodlust that all the Kings In Yellow had acquired over their training.

For a short while, she observed her soldiers moving to intercept the target, she saw Tver break for it. She got the feeling they'd need backup, so she shot a grapple line over to the top of the building adjacent to the alley, giving a salute to the still-bound civilians before she ziplined over to the building and got into position.

Of course, she'd have to chew the operators out if they managed to get made immediately by this single Hapan. This should be a cinch, but if it turned out not be, well. That would indeed be interesting.
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Post by Slade Xandir » Sun Jan 03, 2021 7:13 am

Luckily enough, it seemed the woman took the hint, and that confirmed the mint. Following the target into the alleyway, Mercy kept close to the lady hoping she would feel some kind of companionship to let her guard down momentarily against her. Turning to the end of the alleyway, Tver finally cut off the exit, tossing behind him a standard hologram curtain that made their presence invisible behind it. It gave the illusion that the alley was empty, no one was there, supposedly.

"Two for the price of one, nice," Tver advance, his vocalizer hidden on his collar twisting his voice into something digital. Mercy took a step back, trying to find a 'scared' grasp on the lady's bicep, and attempted to 'hide' behind her, keeping a frightened look on her face. Just to distract the woman from her sudden motions, she stuttered "He- Hey! Stop! We'll call the enforcers, and you'll be done for, punk!" Tver took another step, pulling a swampstunner from his cargo pocket from one hand, and a vibrodagger from another sheathe on his waist. "Which means we gotta make this quick. Gimme all the credits you got, and nobody gets hurt." Mercy pulled out from the side of the target, and hid behind her.

The Phoenix pulled her hands up, gripping the shoulder of the target, peeking over her shoulder to cast an attempted look of faux bravery as she raised a holowatch. "That's it! I'm calling!"
"π’―π’½π‘’π“‡π‘’π’»π‘œπ“‡π‘’, 𝐼 𝒢𝓂."

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Re: Howling of the Past [Blood]

Post by Serinn Sarkin » Sun Jan 03, 2021 8:14 pm

Having armed herself without interruption, the former cop felt old habits beginning to return the moment her side touched the alley wall some five to ten feet from the entrance, along with a tinge of even older paranoia. Something about this whole situation was starting to seem fishy to her, but here and now was not the time and place to examine that feeling, she knew. Not when the priority was to survive. To that end, Serinn even put aside the fact that the other woman was being oddly clingy, something that made her suspicion and paranoia grow a bit more. But it just went through the roof the moment she saw the hooded man toss down a device behind him, which turned out to be a holographic projector, when the way out vanished behind him. If her eyes had been organic, they'd have narrowed very perceptibly at this, but as it was...she could still see vague movement on the other side. Like watching something fly through a cloud - you knew something was moving because of the disturbance, but couldn't make out precisely what.

Pushing that to the side for now, her attention fixed intently on the man, blaster aimed unwavering in his direction. Old habits falling very much into place despite how much time had passed since she'd been in law enforcement, she simply watched as he moved towards them, ignoring his voice and that of the other woman. Lira took the opportunity to climb from Serinn's right shoulder over to her left, and proceeded to disappear inside her jacket from there, but not without a hiss of displeasure. Judging from the paleness of his skin, he wasn't entirely human, a bit of info that she tucked away for later consideration, the majority of her focus being on his body instead of his face as she replied with not a small amount of sarcasm despite the otherwise utterly flat tone of voice. "A stunner and a knife...to a blaster fight. That's cute. Drop 'em and plant yourself." A pointed gesture with her blaster towards the ground, even as the woman behind her spoke again. Then the blonde-haired woman just waited to see how the man reacted.

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Post by Slade Xandir » Sun Jan 03, 2021 8:59 pm

Mercy watched Tver chuckle and aim his stunner. "Not happenin' tramp. This stunner puts down beasts bigger than your short ass." And Mercy took this exact moment to clip a hard elbow in the back of this woman's head, before pulling free an electronet and casting it on her with a spur of button. Everything was a blur, and Tver advanced once she was down. Only after making sure the woman was down and hopefully out for the count, did Mercy remove the primed blaster between unmoving fingers. Once they got her on board, they would frisk her, even though they should be doing it now, regardless. But time was of the essence, and when Emic said she would be pulling evac, there was no making her wait. She'd leave your ass.

"Hoist her up, and zip her legs. I got her wrists." Teamwork solidly got the goal done as Mercy commed in to their overwatch, confirming their catch. "Target down and acquired. Ready for evac, second alley left of 0964. Over."

Mercy pulled another hologram free of her waist pack and tossed it down the adjacent half of the alley, shielding the other end of their kidnapping from any potential prying eyes. Tver rose his dark sight to her. "You sure she's Corp? Corp usually doesn't go without more security." Already she hissed "Do I look like the commander to your ass? It's not up to me to be sure this was her. We were told to grab this specific chick, and now we got her. What is their reasoning is their reasoning." Tver snorted and swung his head side to side. "So mean. You need a spa day, Phoenix." Mercy rolled her eyes and took a breath. Her temper was a bit much, but he asked too many frakkin questions, and taking time and energy to answer them took her concentration from being able to notice their coming evac.
"π’―π’½π‘’π“‡π‘’π’»π‘œπ“‡π‘’, 𝐼 𝒢𝓂."

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Re: Howling of the Past [Blood]

Post by Emic Lai » Mon Jan 04, 2021 6:43 am

"I can see you, laserbrains," Emic said as she looked over the edge of the building into the alley below. She had already signaled for the Core Predator to come to a hover on the building she was on. "You didn't lose your ascension cables, right?" she chastised.

She assisted the others up as the ship came to rest on the top of the building. Sorry to the tenants for the noise. Another successful op. Almost too easy.
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Re: Howling of the Past [Blood]

Post by Serinn Sarkin » Mon Jan 04, 2021 7:33 pm

Before Serinn even got a chance to open her mouth in response to the snarky remark the man had made, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her skull, and then everything faded to black a couple moments after some sort of net was cast over her from behind...but not without a pair of thoughts shooting through the Hapan's mind. The first was 'Well, just one more person I'll have to track down later', followed shortly by the other one, which popped into her head at the distant high-pitch screech of pain emanating from inside her jacket, though it cut off a couple seconds before consciousness finally left her. 'Frak. Lira. Should've left her at home. They'd better not...' and that was as far as the thought went before she passed out. Though this tactic on the part of her kidnappers wasn't without its own issues, as the blonde's cybernetics promptly shut off with the telltale crackling sound indicative of overloaded electronics.

Now, though, the joke was on them. They had to carry Serinn's limp form, including her cybernetics, such as her heavier than normal lower left leg. If she'd still been awake for the process, this would've likely elicited a snort of amusement from watching how things would turn out. But that was neither here nor there.

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Post by Slade Xandir » Thu Jan 21, 2021 5:53 am

Mercy peaked her head to the top of the building, already drawing her cable gun, clipping it to her utility belt and doing so before Tver, who pulled his out shortly after. As if her pulling hers out before him would get her away from him, sooner. Trying to busy herself with the capture, she began to tie the secondary cable across the captive and clipping it within the net. Clicking the end piece to a primed ascension gun, she nodded her ready to Emic as Tver troubled himself to try unknotting the net through the lady's unmoving legs. "Damn, she's a unit," he commented. He nodded to the mech tech, but Mercy chose not to respond. "Ready for evac", she replied back to Emic, regardless of who and what said what or did what.

She was tired, this recon having taken too long and her stuck with savorless partnership. The Force tugged her to the shrill scree of whatever was in the captives jacket, but she figured she'd investigate sooner or later. Not much trespassed afterwards as they all began their departure procedures.
"π’―π’½π‘’π“‡π‘’π’»π‘œπ“‡π‘’, 𝐼 𝒢𝓂."

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