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The taste of seaweed lingered on her tongue. Her body crushed beneath the weight of some gelatinous mess. Her eyes struggled to open, but the goo stuck her eyelids together. Her mind drifted in the bubbling encasement to another time, and another place. A place filled with pain and failure. Her armor, heavy in it's make and design, cracked beneath the awesome might of her opponent, in his own suit. The clash of titans that had resulted in her armor shattering, and her broken body feeling as though it had floated back to her ship. No, floated wasn't right, she realized. No, her droid. What was his name? Fear? Yes, Mister Fear... her beloved. He had dragged her back.
Her eyes snapped open then, yellow irises burning with rage, piercing the veil of the yellow gel-fluid surrounding her, bubbles erupting from around the mask that covered her mouth and nose. She could see movement beyond the glass, and her eyes tracked them, as a low hum filled her ears, and the gel levels began to decrease. She reached up to pull the mask from her face, as the transperisteel lifted from around her, and her partially dressed form spilled out onto the cold floor... she clamored to her feet with a snarl, looking around at the doctors who quickly recoiled and got behind cover.
She didn't give a damn about them, though. Slipping on the bacta at her feet, she turned her gaze to a nearby tray, held aloft by a spindly, droid, with four extra appendages sticking from the back, his body covered with rotting flesh. The assassin droid; who had another name once, a designation, perhaps. She couldn't recall, but her features softened, and a lazy smile drifted onto her face.
"Fear," she said melodically, reaching out to touch the droid's face, it didn't move, didn't react at all to the contact.
"Mistress, your- eh- your Bootsie, cleaned and ready for you," the droid said, her eyes moving down to the tray, resting across it, was a long, wickedly curved knife. She sighed in relief, and gently picked up the knife, kissing the blade, tracing down her own cheek with the tip, leaving a thin line, without cutting herself. "I am relieved to see you are doing better, that Mandalorian scum hurt you- say the word and I will eliminate him," the droid told Desade Pho. The secret Force user, hidden away by Argus for his own purposes. Which brought up her current thought...
"No, Fear, let's see if there's something our fancy Admiral wants of us, we've been away too long..." she purred. Soon, the call would go out to Argus. Desade was awake at last.
Imperial Evidence (Argus or any Imperial that he'd have let in on a secret)
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Scarlet red blaster fire crisscrossed the battle field as artillery soared through the air to slam down into the hillsides leaving massive craters within the scarred earth. Another rebellion, another decisive suppression being enacted. These rebels were a lively bunch though they were woefully unprepared for the onslaught that the Imperial Army was capable of. A matter such as this was not fitting for the rank and station of the Grand Admiral, regardless, he'd taken this mission head on and used this opportunity to break the green off of several newly christened Imperial Army Battalions. Never a missed opportunity.
Argus wore his custom armor though his helm lay hooked to his belt. Arms crossed over his chest as he stared at the holotable pulpit of the Command AT-AT Walker. All was proceeding well and casualties were within the anticipated acceptable range. By tomorrow evening these rebels will have either surrendered or have been annihilated in totality. The conclusion was clear and inevitable now, they were just surviving by stubborn blindness alone.
As the proceedings unfolded his ear caught the sound of a priority signal coming 'for his eyes only,' at first he thought to dismiss it. His attention was needed here as his men prosecuted the suppression of these rebellious dogs, however something stayed his hand and he pressed from his mind the thought of dismissal and instead he affixed his helmet to his head and opened the private channel. In truth he expected the annoyances of a call from the Council of Moffs, he most certainly did not expect... her.
His holoreceptor flickered then came solidified and spilled her image and his eyes focused intently upon her in disbelief. The medical examiner and the best physicians in the ISB had all come to the consensus that Desade would be unlikely to awaken from her coma. The injuries she'd sustained were so bad that her condition was listed as near-terminal. All recommendations pointed towards cutting their losses and terminating the wounded agent, saving political face. Argus had gone against this advice and instead he ordered a long term recovery program, the possibility that she'd awaken, even as slight as it was, it was worth it to him to keep her alive.
Apparently, that decision had paid off...
"Standby Agent." Argus replied cooly.
Switching the channel to the general command queue, he contacted his second in command. "Colonel Taylor, I'm pulling out of this engagement and retiring from the field. You'll assume direct command of this operation and ensure its completion. I want my shuttle prepared to make an immediate transfer from here and make a jump to hyperspace. We'll be wasting no time."
"Aye sir, dispatching the Impervium now." The channel was closed and Argus switched back to the priority call.
"I am en route."
Argus wore his custom armor though his helm lay hooked to his belt. Arms crossed over his chest as he stared at the holotable pulpit of the Command AT-AT Walker. All was proceeding well and casualties were within the anticipated acceptable range. By tomorrow evening these rebels will have either surrendered or have been annihilated in totality. The conclusion was clear and inevitable now, they were just surviving by stubborn blindness alone.
As the proceedings unfolded his ear caught the sound of a priority signal coming 'for his eyes only,' at first he thought to dismiss it. His attention was needed here as his men prosecuted the suppression of these rebellious dogs, however something stayed his hand and he pressed from his mind the thought of dismissal and instead he affixed his helmet to his head and opened the private channel. In truth he expected the annoyances of a call from the Council of Moffs, he most certainly did not expect... her.
His holoreceptor flickered then came solidified and spilled her image and his eyes focused intently upon her in disbelief. The medical examiner and the best physicians in the ISB had all come to the consensus that Desade would be unlikely to awaken from her coma. The injuries she'd sustained were so bad that her condition was listed as near-terminal. All recommendations pointed towards cutting their losses and terminating the wounded agent, saving political face. Argus had gone against this advice and instead he ordered a long term recovery program, the possibility that she'd awaken, even as slight as it was, it was worth it to him to keep her alive.
Apparently, that decision had paid off...
"Standby Agent." Argus replied cooly.
Switching the channel to the general command queue, he contacted his second in command. "Colonel Taylor, I'm pulling out of this engagement and retiring from the field. You'll assume direct command of this operation and ensure its completion. I want my shuttle prepared to make an immediate transfer from here and make a jump to hyperspace. We'll be wasting no time."
"Aye sir, dispatching the Impervium now." The channel was closed and Argus switched back to the priority call.
"I am en route."
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Re: Imperial Evidence (Argus or any Imperial that he'd have let in on a secret)
By the time Argus would arrive, the medbay was in a bit of chaos. Several of the doctors had approached Desade, and had tried to give her a check up, and at their approach, she grinned, and laughed- and then slashed. Three of them sported nasty looking cuts and puncture marks on their arms, one on his chest. The assassin droid had pleaded with Desade to stop, and that had afforded a bit of a distraction, giving the doctors a reprieve long enough to get through the doors of the medbay, and seal it from the rest of the station.
Desade was now pacing back and forth in front of the two way mirror that looked into the bay. She could feel them on the other side, but the metals the mirror was made out of, the same stuff that the viewscreens of a capital ship were comprised of, were too durable, no matter what she did to it.
"Mistress, please, calm yourself," the droid said, his protocols wouldn't allow him to harm Imperial staff, which was good, if anyone could escape this room and do as Desade bid, it'd be a droid designed for infiltration. She turned her yellow eyes upon the droid, sighing softly.
"How can you say that, Fear? The men in white, remember what they did to me? You found me, you read the reports," she insisted.
"Mistress Desade, I am not that Fear, you put his flesh on me, and call me his name, but I'm not the one who found you-" the droid began, cut off by her scream of denial and rage. The droid waited, ever patient.
"But I am your Fear, now," the droid said, "Calm yourself, and the Admiral will be here shortly," the droid said, moving to face her fully. Desade reached up, her hands running through her long black hair, wild strands in her yellow, near glowing eyes. Confusion knit in her brows.
"What did that Man in Gold do to me?" she asked.
"I believe the lightning he fired from his fingertips acted as a bit of electroshock, it gave your fractured memories more clarity," the droid explained. She let out a choked sob, and moved to sit on the floor, in a corner, hugging her knees to her chest. The droid standing there, offering no further insight into the mess that was her head. The torment. Her rebirth as Silence. The droid would speak to the doctors, briefly, through the comms. Silence would speak to no one, but Argus. She needed purpose. And that would be the message he'd receive upon arrival.
Desade was now pacing back and forth in front of the two way mirror that looked into the bay. She could feel them on the other side, but the metals the mirror was made out of, the same stuff that the viewscreens of a capital ship were comprised of, were too durable, no matter what she did to it.
"Mistress, please, calm yourself," the droid said, his protocols wouldn't allow him to harm Imperial staff, which was good, if anyone could escape this room and do as Desade bid, it'd be a droid designed for infiltration. She turned her yellow eyes upon the droid, sighing softly.
"How can you say that, Fear? The men in white, remember what they did to me? You found me, you read the reports," she insisted.
"Mistress Desade, I am not that Fear, you put his flesh on me, and call me his name, but I'm not the one who found you-" the droid began, cut off by her scream of denial and rage. The droid waited, ever patient.
"But I am your Fear, now," the droid said, "Calm yourself, and the Admiral will be here shortly," the droid said, moving to face her fully. Desade reached up, her hands running through her long black hair, wild strands in her yellow, near glowing eyes. Confusion knit in her brows.
"What did that Man in Gold do to me?" she asked.
"I believe the lightning he fired from his fingertips acted as a bit of electroshock, it gave your fractured memories more clarity," the droid explained. She let out a choked sob, and moved to sit on the floor, in a corner, hugging her knees to her chest. The droid standing there, offering no further insight into the mess that was her head. The torment. Her rebirth as Silence. The droid would speak to the doctors, briefly, through the comms. Silence would speak to no one, but Argus. She needed purpose. And that would be the message he'd receive upon arrival.
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Re: Imperial Evidence (Argus or any Imperial that he'd have let in on a secret)
The Grand Admiral’s boots clanked across the pristine floors of the hangar, the Impervium long behind him as his arrival was accompanied by all the haste he could manage. Death Troopers assigned as his personal bodyguard rushed to keep the pace up, he held no desire to keep her waiting too long. She had never been the most… stable… permitted her hands to remain idle was not a favorable thing to allow. Staff rushed by, the entire facility was on edge; they’d thought her dead and indeed, most rejoiced. For all the right reasons they were afraid of the crazy that the Admiral kept in the back room, her arrival was not well received.
Ordering the closing of all adjacent decks surrounding her private chambers and the medical wing, the whole of the staff was rushing and all the more happy to comply. As Argus arrived the head of security delivered to him the report of everything that had transpired. He was not surprised that she’d nearly slain three of the medical orderlies either and part of him was disappointed that she hadn’t, where some if not most saw a manic at work and a murderous youth, Argus saw brilliance and beauty in her eyes and undiscovered potential just waiting to be found.
The reports also had the Assassin Droid’s assessment of the current situation and he couldn’t agree more that she needed more field work to keep her busy. His flight to the medical wing was swift and upon arrival to the doors and double pane glass, he laid eyes upon her once more… after such a long time. She was different, aged slightly and she looked tired but a burning vitality lay within her eyes and that wildfire was burning still in her heart. The Medical Examiner regarded Argus and pleaded that he not go inside and he nearly went into panic mode when Argus ordered his Death Troopers to wait outside as well.
Parting doors made way for Argus Kraiov and they closed behind him, sealing him inside with the killer and the droid. His BlasTech E-11 Rifle lay within his hands though he had no thought towards its use, in fact, as he took his first steps inside the room he lowered the weapon and hooked it to his belt to free up his hands. His armor was still dirty from the suppression of the rebels; he’d come straight from the battlefield and he smelled of it too. Carbon scoring, weapon oil, the burnt flesh of both ally and enemy… his boots glazed with still drying mud. His hands lifted up as he slowly approached Desade and unclasped his helmet, lifting it from his head and letting the sweat scorn hair on his head settle wildly.
He found her in a far flung corner of the room within the embrace of the shadows, the lighting in the room had dimmed away as to grant her less agitation. Argus approached cautiously, while he held no fear of the girl personally, they’d been through enough together that he knew she liked him well enough. Caution, however, just seemed right. His eyes gave her a once over, those wounds were healed though very likely still tender. It looked like she’d been in the bad end of a speeder wreck.
Approaching to stand before her, he went down to one knee and set his helmet down beside him. He gave her a moment to register that he’d come for her and shortly enough he spoke quietly, “Desade… I’m here, it’s Argus.”
Ordering the closing of all adjacent decks surrounding her private chambers and the medical wing, the whole of the staff was rushing and all the more happy to comply. As Argus arrived the head of security delivered to him the report of everything that had transpired. He was not surprised that she’d nearly slain three of the medical orderlies either and part of him was disappointed that she hadn’t, where some if not most saw a manic at work and a murderous youth, Argus saw brilliance and beauty in her eyes and undiscovered potential just waiting to be found.
The reports also had the Assassin Droid’s assessment of the current situation and he couldn’t agree more that she needed more field work to keep her busy. His flight to the medical wing was swift and upon arrival to the doors and double pane glass, he laid eyes upon her once more… after such a long time. She was different, aged slightly and she looked tired but a burning vitality lay within her eyes and that wildfire was burning still in her heart. The Medical Examiner regarded Argus and pleaded that he not go inside and he nearly went into panic mode when Argus ordered his Death Troopers to wait outside as well.
Parting doors made way for Argus Kraiov and they closed behind him, sealing him inside with the killer and the droid. His BlasTech E-11 Rifle lay within his hands though he had no thought towards its use, in fact, as he took his first steps inside the room he lowered the weapon and hooked it to his belt to free up his hands. His armor was still dirty from the suppression of the rebels; he’d come straight from the battlefield and he smelled of it too. Carbon scoring, weapon oil, the burnt flesh of both ally and enemy… his boots glazed with still drying mud. His hands lifted up as he slowly approached Desade and unclasped his helmet, lifting it from his head and letting the sweat scorn hair on his head settle wildly.
He found her in a far flung corner of the room within the embrace of the shadows, the lighting in the room had dimmed away as to grant her less agitation. Argus approached cautiously, while he held no fear of the girl personally, they’d been through enough together that he knew she liked him well enough. Caution, however, just seemed right. His eyes gave her a once over, those wounds were healed though very likely still tender. It looked like she’d been in the bad end of a speeder wreck.
Approaching to stand before her, he went down to one knee and set his helmet down beside him. He gave her a moment to register that he’d come for her and shortly enough he spoke quietly, “Desade… I’m here, it’s Argus.”
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Re: Imperial Evidence (Argus or any Imperial that he'd have let in on a secret)
Her eyes looked up in the dark, a bright, sickly yellow, her ashen face, pallid grey lips, shifting just a bit at the sight of Argus as he approached. She wiped her eyes, and when he stood before her, the cruel turn of her lips, turned into a bright, cheerful smile. Though it faltered briefly, it splayed back in place there. Etched into her features.
"The Gold Man on Braboon, he saved the Men in White," she whispered.
"The Jensaari, protecting Clan Sharrat," the droid interpreted. She hadn't had much chance to explain what had happened after her injury. Belfor's vocal emitters had been locked down, as per her operation orders, and his memory sealed. Only now could he access them, now that Desade was awake. Argus had heard her speak of the Rats and Dogs, and the Men in White. Turned out she had located one portion of her ire. "They are in possession of an Imperial transponder, possibly the ship as well," Belfor added.
"They took my Fear away, the Rats and Dogs were going to sell me to him, he hired the Men in White," she said.
"She speaks of Captain Emerson Tarley, Grand Admiral, she knew him as such, Imperial records show he is a Grand Moff now, Mistress Desade believes he was looking into specialized slavery, the men sent to collect her are the bodies you discovered on that derelict ship, where you met," Belfor explained.
"We need proof..." she rasped, moving to stand, "Just give me purpose, Friend... give Silence reason," she was asking for a mission, and she was planning to undo everything Tarley had accomplished before she destroyed him. She needed help, for now, she just wanted work as she thought it over. Standing before him, her eyes casting downward at her state of attire, simple clothing worn in a bacta tank... she'd need new clothes too, it seemed. But she was ready.
"The Gold Man on Braboon, he saved the Men in White," she whispered.
"The Jensaari, protecting Clan Sharrat," the droid interpreted. She hadn't had much chance to explain what had happened after her injury. Belfor's vocal emitters had been locked down, as per her operation orders, and his memory sealed. Only now could he access them, now that Desade was awake. Argus had heard her speak of the Rats and Dogs, and the Men in White. Turned out she had located one portion of her ire. "They are in possession of an Imperial transponder, possibly the ship as well," Belfor added.
"They took my Fear away, the Rats and Dogs were going to sell me to him, he hired the Men in White," she said.
"She speaks of Captain Emerson Tarley, Grand Admiral, she knew him as such, Imperial records show he is a Grand Moff now, Mistress Desade believes he was looking into specialized slavery, the men sent to collect her are the bodies you discovered on that derelict ship, where you met," Belfor explained.
"We need proof..." she rasped, moving to stand, "Just give me purpose, Friend... give Silence reason," she was asking for a mission, and she was planning to undo everything Tarley had accomplished before she destroyed him. She needed help, for now, she just wanted work as she thought it over. Standing before him, her eyes casting downward at her state of attire, simple clothing worn in a bacta tank... she'd need new clothes too, it seemed. But she was ready.
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Re: Imperial Evidence (Argus or any Imperial that he'd have let in on a secret)
As she climbed to her feet Argus was sure to throw an arm around her for support, she was still on the mend and while he knew she was tough as nails… he was very likely the only one that knew she was alive or for that matter, even cared about her well-being. Once she was steady he relinquished his grasp though remained nearby. His mind was racing at the information she’d already produced; such a plethora of data that would take time to go through and plot the next set of actions. But he knew that time was not a luxury they could afford. The longer they waited to strike, the longer their corrupted enemies had to bury the truth and in turn… escape the justice that was their due.
He as the Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy, they had whatever pull they needed to get the job done. However, this was sensitive, if the enemy caught wind that they were exposed then they would flee underground and rooting out their infection from the Empire would become far more difficult and it would stretch this clandestine operation out by many cycles. Discretion was imperative. The same secretive nature that surrounded Desade needed to surround this operation.
But perhaps Desade needed a distraction from her troubles. Too much had transpired to so swiftly send her off into the depths of corruption and deceit again. No, she needed something to vent on… something to kill…
Argus brought out his datapad and cycled through the Imperial Holonet until he fell upon a world well known to the Empire though currently well within the grasp of the religious fanatical Sith. “Yavin Prime.” He spoke aloud, the bright orange gas giant hovered over his datapad with many moons orbiting it. Finally it zoomed in on one of the moons in particular, a forested moon of green and covered in mist. “Yavin IV. Months ago Imperial Intelligence discovered a training ground of Massassi Warriors. Brutal savages the lot of them. A very tribal society, one that requires a very powerful Massassi Warlord to control; if this beast was to be slain, our enemies would lose the coordination of their most elite shock troopers. A temporary fix at best, though one that would buy of strategists time and ease the pressure on the front lines along the Gordian Reach.”
“Your mission: Infiltrate Yavin IV by whatever means necessary, scout the Massassi training grounds, find the Warlord and terminate him. We’ll have Task Force Inferno on standby to extract you once the objective is complete. They will also be tasked as your reinforcements should you need them.”
He as the Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy, they had whatever pull they needed to get the job done. However, this was sensitive, if the enemy caught wind that they were exposed then they would flee underground and rooting out their infection from the Empire would become far more difficult and it would stretch this clandestine operation out by many cycles. Discretion was imperative. The same secretive nature that surrounded Desade needed to surround this operation.
But perhaps Desade needed a distraction from her troubles. Too much had transpired to so swiftly send her off into the depths of corruption and deceit again. No, she needed something to vent on… something to kill…
Argus brought out his datapad and cycled through the Imperial Holonet until he fell upon a world well known to the Empire though currently well within the grasp of the religious fanatical Sith. “Yavin Prime.” He spoke aloud, the bright orange gas giant hovered over his datapad with many moons orbiting it. Finally it zoomed in on one of the moons in particular, a forested moon of green and covered in mist. “Yavin IV. Months ago Imperial Intelligence discovered a training ground of Massassi Warriors. Brutal savages the lot of them. A very tribal society, one that requires a very powerful Massassi Warlord to control; if this beast was to be slain, our enemies would lose the coordination of their most elite shock troopers. A temporary fix at best, though one that would buy of strategists time and ease the pressure on the front lines along the Gordian Reach.”
“Your mission: Infiltrate Yavin IV by whatever means necessary, scout the Massassi training grounds, find the Warlord and terminate him. We’ll have Task Force Inferno on standby to extract you once the objective is complete. They will also be tasked as your reinforcements should you need them.”
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Her eyes were fixated on the image before her, her head tilting, as her lips twisted to one side, in a crooked smile. The Massassi. She knew of them. The remnants of the ancient Sith bloodline. The true Sith. The actual Sith race. The sisters had dealt with them on occasion in her youth. Images flashing before her mind, through them. The many wars. Her heritage had been that of a sister, but as far as she knew, they were all long gone.
"I need some funds, I've been looking at this pretty little metal box with sharp tips," she purred, "It vanishes into the stars, but if you seek to let Silence be known to a few more of your trusted soldier mans, I will be Silence, and Silence this Warlord, but you are right, killing that one will only allow others to rise up, perhaps a bit more chaos can be left behind as Silence leaves the old Jedi tomb," she offered. Righting herself up, she giggled, an unsettling sound.
"Silence is ready to paint the walls of Yavin," she purred, giving the Grand Admiral a rather sloppy salute, sloppy for she swayed in that crazed list of hers. He was right to point her at something to kill. "I will be the one to end this Captain turned Moff, though, even if you must throw him in chains first... please," she added, her tone menacing, yet underlain with a begging tone.
"I need some funds, I've been looking at this pretty little metal box with sharp tips," she purred, "It vanishes into the stars, but if you seek to let Silence be known to a few more of your trusted soldier mans, I will be Silence, and Silence this Warlord, but you are right, killing that one will only allow others to rise up, perhaps a bit more chaos can be left behind as Silence leaves the old Jedi tomb," she offered. Righting herself up, she giggled, an unsettling sound.
"Silence is ready to paint the walls of Yavin," she purred, giving the Grand Admiral a rather sloppy salute, sloppy for she swayed in that crazed list of hers. He was right to point her at something to kill. "I will be the one to end this Captain turned Moff, though, even if you must throw him in chains first... please," she added, her tone menacing, yet underlain with a begging tone.