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[Aadya Rasheer]

Wanton murder wasn't normally Aadya's MO. As far as operations went, she much preferred the cloak and dagger variety, getting into somewhere, taking something that didn't belong to, and leaving before anyone knew what was going on.

The longer she stayed with the Sith, though, she had come to learn that the more straightforward method was often the most utilized. And of course, there were some operations where there was no other option than to slit throats and watch people bleed. this seemed like one of those, or maybe Andruil was just that kind of Sith.

Aadya watched the spice addled gangbangers listlessly move in an attempt to repel their attackers and it was one of the most pathetic scenes she'd ever watch unfold. Andruil had taken one and Kamelle two, which left two for Aadya to dispatch. The others had left one alive each, so it seemed safe for Aadya to end the ones she'd been left with.

Noticing a razorblade on one of the tables, likely used to chop the spice into a finer powder before they did.. whatever they did with it, Aadya smirked. Reaching out with the force, she sent the razor flying towards one of the spice heads and it slid effortlessly across the front of his throat, opening it up like and sending blood spraying into the air and the spice head onto the ground, gripping his throat as he bled out.

The other one's death would be a little less theatrical but just as swift. Pulling her lightsaber to her hand with the force, Aadya swung its empty handle before igniting the blade mid air, and simply decapitating the swoop gang member. Turning to Andruil, Aadya deactivated her lightsaber and put it back into its place.

Looking around, Aadya chuckled a little. Someone else doing the Ranger's work for them as usual, She said jokingly. Three women cleaning up drug addicts from the city streets.

What is the next step? Her question was simple, but Aadya was very curious why out of all those that existed, Andruil wanted some tweaking spice head for her bathtub.

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[Renfry]

Andruil kept a grip around the man whose body she had partially broken and within only a few seconds, the other two had quite capable dispatched the remaining swoopers.

Excellent! she said, smiling behind her helmet, her tone probably a bit too cheerful for the violent deed that had just been done. With a second man alive as well, Andruil used the Shadow to drag her victim over to the other man.

Come for retrieval, she said, though it wasn't clear who she was talking to or how.

Both men came to a rest next to one another, and Renfry bent down to look at both of them, striking one in the forehead to stun him as he started to regain his orientation. For a moment, she just looked back and forth between the two.

Without warning, she raised her hand which once again had a green glow, and twisted. The head of the man she had injured twisted with sickening crack before Renfry turned to look at the other two women. Outside, the sound of a speeder could be heard and a door opened to reveal two more women - faces covered in masks up to their eyes - dressed entirely in red. They grabbed the half-conscious man without saying a word and dragged him toward the door.

Now? He has a very bad time, she said, finally flipping up the visor on her helmet to reveal her face. There was no one else in the area, and she wasn't worried about being spotted right now.

I'll take him back to my home and drain his blood to fuel... a ritual, she said. It was surprisingly honest and straightforward about her intent even if what precisely she wanted to use him for wasn't stated.

It's not quite a bathtub, but you get the picture, she said with a shrug. If they had more questions, she waited for it. They were... quite the interesting duo she had come across. @Logan @Die Shize

 

[Kamelle Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Kamelle crossed her brows at the two survivors. She knew about the one man she had left alive but had assumed the other man’s broken bones were also the sound of him dying. She had been proven confused which, after emerging from that freighter with one messed up mind, was kind of her trend lately. Oh well… We can’t all drink wind now can we?

While Andruil analyzed the two swoopers as though choosing between burger or hotdog, Kamelle heard her stomach growl and it sounded not so different from the man’s neck being snapped. Her own turned a little more gently as she heard the speeder and assumed the worst. Reinforcements? They were that, more or less, but not for the swoopers so much as for one of their corpses.

Then she saw her.

Kamelle was entranced, staring wordlessly in that manner that Kamelle stares, though it wasn’t so much the look of ‘I want you’ as much as it was the look of ‘I want to become you’. No… She shook her head. To become what you can teach me to become… In truth, she had expected Andruil to look less young and more intimidating, but those Nexu-fang-tattoo-things on her face made up for it.

“Who…” Kamelle felt her focus drifting away again. Fangs. Flashes. Bathtubs of blood. She blinked herself back awake, looking from red masks to their master’s eyes. “...Who are you?” Andruil, the name was, but suddenly Kamelle understood the question that Andruil had first asked both her and Aadya. A name was less important than the person behind it.



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[Aadya Rasheer]

A ritual, huh? Aadya had to admit, that kind of thing wasn't really something she'd considered interesting before, but there was something about Andruil that made her want to not only find out more but... yearn to participate.

Aadya more or less ignored Kamelle's question. At this current juncture, it really seemed like a pointless inquiry. Who Andruil was didn't matter anymore, if it ever did. What mattered is what she was, and that was one of the most frighteningly powerful individuals Aadya had ever encountered.

Do you, Aadya paused for a moment, thinking better to rephrase her question. Can I aid you in the ritual?

The question was simple, but if Aadya had learned anything from Renfry during their short time together today the Darth's answer likely would not be. One could hope, though.

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[Renfry]

Two very different questions, but the job here was done so Renfry no longer felt the need to be as tense. Of course, they still needed to get out of here, but shouldn't be too difficult.

I'm a Nightsister, she said to Kamelle. It was far more telling than anything else she could say, though whether or not the woman understood what exactly it meant was another story entirely.

When Aadya asked if she could come along for the ritual, Renfry's eyebrow quirked up as she looked at her. An interesting question and one that perhaps needed further unpacking, but probably not here.

Maybe, she said. I'm going back to Dathomir now. You can meet me there and discuss it if you'd like, she said. Although most Sith weren't really allowed free rein of the planet, Renfry was extending an invitation in this case, though whether the other woman would take her up on it would remain to be seen.

And with that I'm afraid I must leave you two lovely ladies, she said. This wasn't a particularly safe world even if most of the ugly work was done. The rest of the ritual she would do on Dathomir, but she had her victim. Poor, poor victim.

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[Kamelle Skyler]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Nightsister… Andruil’s revelation was just as much who she was as it was what she was and, after all, that’s exactly what Kamelle had been looking for. A name was a name but it was the person that mattered. A Nightsister, well, that was quite a person. More so given that Kamelle detected the hints that this was no mere Nightsister but one to be reckoned with more than usual.

“I will meet you there,” Kamelle butted in, stealing Aadya’s question as though Kamelle herself had posed it. Andruil could turn her down but Kamelle might just tear her own hair out and bang her skull on the wall until it caved in. That might make these two lovely ladies laugh but if Andruil had sensed anything about Kamelle then it might just be a hidden potential hiding beneath several layers of amnesiac confusion, an awkward countenance and a bout of discombobulation.

Well, Kamelle could only hope. Neither of her counterparts had any idea of the freighter she had recently escaped from. How could they? Here the woman was trying to piece her mind back together, suffering from flashbacks and identity shifts, seeing this thing while hearing that thing, but it was this Nightsister who suddenly helped center her soul. Whatever, Kamelle would tempt fate, even if it meant getting electrocuted in the end.

“I engaged in a ritual once before,” she looked between both lovely ladies. “On an asteroid. With a mynock. There was…” Fangs. Flashes. Bathtubs of blood. “...Sorry, my face is tired and I need a bath.” She smiled at both women as though having just met them for the first time. Who are you? Where am I?



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