[SITH MISSION] Say You Love Me

[Viabuck]

It was evening on Corellia and the powers that be within the Sith Empire were hard at work launching operations all across the world, intending to resolve a number of issues. Among those chosen to participate were some of the finest that the Sith Order had to offer and they were carrying out missions that would shake the world to it's very core. Missions of critical importance going into incredibly dangerous and vital locations with tasks all vital to their cause in a number of ways.

And then of course there was Jorath, who was presently standing in front of a Cantina which carried with it a certain 'aquatic' theme including a number of large tanks filled with various different colors of water. Occasionally letting out a low grunt as one of the patrons of the bar made their way in and out of the facility. Not just any patrons mind you, but possibly one of the most annoying species in the world, at least according to Jorath, Gungans for the most part. While the entire crowd wasn't composed of the amphibious race, they did make up the majority and that made the already disgruntled Acolyte all the more displeased with the way that fate had treated him in the waning hours of the day.

While he could have been off carrying out any number of other tasks which would need completed around the world, there he stood, his red duster billowing in the cool nights breeze, an immensely displeased frown tugging on either side of his mouth. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he glanced to either of his sides, ensuring that his support was present before starting toward the doorway, deciding to go in without his usual body count, even as a rather large Gungan, almost as tall as himself stepped in front of the massive Acolyte.

"Yousa nosa thesa typsee wesa servarounsee heresa.." the Gungan announced, extending a hand toward the Sith, it's hand connecting with Jorath's rather large chest, bringing his footsteps to an immediate halt. "Whassa yous be doin rounda'here?"

"I'm... simply looking to enjoy my evening with my two lady friends.." Jorath replied, his voice clearly displaying some degree of strain, almost as if he was holding something in. Something that threatened to consume his very being if he didn't allow it it's freedom and yet he would persist.

"Yousa be lookin for anotha'typa barsa.. Thissa ain't for yousa."

And without any further adieu, the bouncer would be lifted up off of his feet, a large hand belonging to a large human secured firmly around it's throat.

"... Stop.. talking... like... that.."

"Talkeeng like whassa?"

The raid on Bar Bar Drinks was apparently about to suffer it's first civilian casualty and they hadn't even made it inside the door. While he may not have given away their intentions or alerted the targets attention as of yet, before anything could really even commense, the Sith was already at the precipice of looking like an angry patron to an invader who was ready to cut a bloody swathe right through the bar in the hunt for a terrorist that had been traced to that very building. Try as he might, Jorath was not a patient man and it was mostly out of a desire to show that he could be -somewhat- reasonable to his partner that he hadn't drawn his lightsaber.

"YOUSA BES'BE PUTTIN MESA DOWNS!"

 

[Asinine Soup]

The loose-flowing hood of a red-haired young woman falls to the back of a Lillieth Sunsinger as she observes the place of business ahead. Amber eyes study the entrance...it's patrons...the theme.

The name.
"...bar...bar...drinks?" she asks softly, peering up to Jorath as he simply grunted his disdain. "Is there a joke here that I'm missing?" she asks, nearly hissing at the name that, alone, would paint her detest. The Gungan were already a race of individuals whose slurred Basic caused headache; it was like the Galaxy playing a joke with its bad sense of humor. With no inspiring speech to assuage her hulk of a companion's rage, she simply sighs with him, giving him a nod as he looks down her direction...and steps forward, boots clapping beneath her feet.

"Yousa nosa thesa typsee wesa servarounsee heresa..". Let the Headache Olympics...begin.

"We--" Lillieth was effectively cut off by Jorath's introduction - an introduction that didn't make it too far to the statute opposition. As words are exchanged and Jorath's short fuse burns, Miss Sunsinger sighs, exasperated as the man is lifted off his feet, kicking lightly and making a loud mess of things.
"Now, now..." she murmurs, placing a calming palm upon her abrasive partner's forearm (the same arm that held the Gungan). Her opposite hand waves lightly as - with the Force as her guide - she enters his weak-willed mind, Force swimming through the mind's river like a motorboat, probing quickly for a desired cause-and-effect...and...

"Done."
The Gungan blinks, the Force-induced haze of an illusion entering his mind.
"You'sa...heresa for se...broadcast?...VIP-sa?" he chokes out, Lillieth displaying quite the lovely smile as a result of her desired effect.

"Excuse my bodyguard, here." she states calmly. "Could you show us the way?--Jay, Dear," she calls to Jorath, refraining from using his name, "...put the kind...thing...down, please."

Even the most obscure and unbelievable ideals become fairly easy to accept with the Force as one's tool against the mind. It was a simple task, placing the phrase within his mind and - there it was! It appeared as a simple afterthought as though the idiot Gungan had simply forgotten. If Jorath decided to put the Gungan down, Lillieth would give his arm a playful pat and fold her hands at her front...ladylike till the end.

The assumed bouncer of the bar would absent-mindedly assume the task given to him, though the effect wouldn't last long...soon, the idea would become redundant and reality would become clear to the creature once more.
"Bar Bar Drinks?..." repeats in her head as she struggles to make sense of the name.

 

[Marf]

Evening had began to fall over the bustling and ever-brightening city. A black sky now caressed the buildings, their lights illuminated amidst the night. Corellia, a centre of technology and produce, now the location of anti-Imperial resistance. Once again, Andromeda found herself strolling up towards the premises of a gaudy club. Unfortunately, this was not the kind that was full of attractive, risqué women. It made little difference to Andro, she was happy provided she got to wreck a place. Arriving from a different direction to the two Sith who were to join her, Andromeda approached her fellow Acolytes silently. Arms crossed, her beloved cape flowing behind her, she observed the other Sith with astute intrigue.

It was not certain where Andromeda's eyes were drawn to first, the gigantic Warrior or the young woman with the nice backside. The boy, Jorath, Andromeda concluded would be most valuable on the battlefield simply for the sheer size and strength of him. Delivering a curt nod to her comrade, Andromeda's eyes shifted towards the girl, just not to her face. As attractive as she was, she was already displaying a perky and overly posh attitude that irritated Andromeda.

Conversation between Jorath and the Gungan bouncer were quickly proceeding. Staring off into the distance, somewhat secluded from the clearly two friends, Andromeda simply waited for her cue to act whilst mentally shutting the horrendous accents of the aliens. It was not until Jorath replied to the alien that Andromeda's head swerved towards him an almost manner, her deep red eyes widened and fists instinctively clenched in unshielded rage at the sheer displeasure of what he had just said.

"Lady friend?! Bloody fuck."

Unfortunately there was a mission afoot, a duty to be seen to. Andromeda would have to wait until later to deliver a cybernetically-enhanced punch to Jorath's groin. Now the young mammoth was strangling the repulsive creature, but the girl named Lillieth was soon to intervene with a mind trick. Her already persisting tendency for using mental trickery over violence did... not impress Andromeda and she rolled her eyes at Lillieth's actions. Nevertheless, despite how much she disdained Lillieth's methods, they were no doubt useful and getting the job done.

"What's say we leave the investigating to the lady. Let her do her mindfuckery before we raze this bitch."

Speaking telepathically to only Jorath and Lillieth, Andromeda assessed all the skillsets on hand. Lillieth's gentle approach would be the calm before the storm. These creatures who were little more than evolutionary jokes would pay in blood for harbouring this fugitive. Or perhaps Andromeda was simply assuming there might something more in it for her if she allowed the attractive young woman do as she pleased. The Acolytes entered the bar, tacky music sounded from a bandstand as equally tacky décor housed dozens upon dozens of Gungans. All gibbering away in their native tongue and being, well, Gungans.

"Excuse me comrades while I kill myself."

Andromeda stood amidst the crowd along with her fellows and spoke to them telepathically. Raising a gloved hand to scratch her scruffy, platinum mess of hair, she averted their gaze in her awkwardness of finally introducing herself.

"I don't believe I've met either of you before. I'm Andromeda."

 

[Viabuck]

Jorath continued holding the Gungan off of it's feet by it's throat for a moment, his slightly golden tinged brown eyes staring into the creatures own beedy ones, a look of disdain etched upon his face. In spite of Lillieth working the force upon it, he still wasn't too tempted to let it go, even if it did comply. All the same, when the rather formal Acolyte placed her hand upon his arm, he paid her a sideways glance before slowly lowering the amphibious nuisance to the ground, wiping his hand off casually on the side of his pants leg as if handling the creature had in some way made him unclean. With a simple nod, he would begin to follow the bouncer into the facility, looking over the area around him with a curious look upon his face.

"Bodyguard? Why is it always body guard? Are you embarrassed of me?" he asked, -heavy- sarcasm dripping from his voice as they moved on.

Why was this place even a thing? While not as concerned with the name as his partner was, he couldn't help but wonder why a gathering of Gungans was appealing... for anyone. This was someone's hell and it wasn't far off from his own. Snorting lightly at the telepathic message concerning the Cyborg girl killing herself, he took a second to reply, opting to use the method of the platinum haired girl to do so rather than calling attention to himself by introducing himself to someone who had never asked a question in the first place.

'Jorath Baylor.' he communicated, allowing the message to travel to both Lillieth and Andromeda, not wishing to keep anyone out of the loop as they moved through the infamous 'Bar Bar Drinks'. 'And I don't think razing this place will suffice.. I'm fairly certainly orbital bombardment will be necessary to fix this..' he half joked as he made his way through the main part of the bar, following after the Gungan, being forced to resist the natural impulse to shatter and or break everything that he came across.. Everything in the building seemed to annoy him in one form or another.. Once again.. Why was this place a thing?

'In any case... Maybe we can play it cool until the Gungan gets us fairly close to the target area but then I'm thinking... Lightsabers blazing. No quarter. Just a straight up slaughter.' he went on, throwing his own two cents into the telepathic strategy session.

 

[Asinine Soup]

"Well Jorath," Lillieth starts with equally antagonizing sarcasm, "I know you don't consider us 'friends', so it was my go-to introduction." It was Lillieth, though. Despite her sarcastic tone, who knew if she were telling anything as it were, given the melodrama that radiated her presence.
She cracks a smirk, eyes flying left and right at the sights. "You know I'm proud to call you my partner." is where she left that awkward pause to be buried. They'd been through life or death situations, training, and casual conversation. She knew him well enough not to hover over a sentiment for too long.

"Lillieth Sunsinger." rings through the void directly following Jorath's introduction,"A pleasure."

As the duo commences planning (the irony of the subtlety of the pair plotting to mass massacre in the quietest of fashions), she continues pulsating her link on the Gungan's mind with the Force to keep him walking...keep him showing.

"I like that plan." resonates through the mind's eye, concluding her input within the proposed planning. Step A was coming, so she nudged Jorath to be ready.

While Lillieth wasn't an individual who enjoyed killing, she recognized the thrill where it was and put her conscience aside when committing murder as such. Her first day on Korriban resulted in her spilling the guts of a fellow Acolyte unto the academy floor; there was excitement, though not a bloodlust akin to the majority of the order. Perhaps it was a weakness - her feelings on the topic were worn on her sleeve, an unorthodox lack of reticent behavior for the other two Sith to take as they would, but as the plan panned out, the back of the bar had been approached.
It was at this point that the Gungan had begun to have free-thinking thoughts about his actions...questioning why his hand is placing this keybadge over the terminal...why is he opening the door for strangers on an imaginary VIP list he thought he remembered seeing...

"...wait-sa minute...wha--" And it was over. With a flash and a snap-hiss of tempered rage and glowing crimson, Lillieth's lightsaber roars to life as the door to the back access had been open. Nothing existed save an arc of light and the sound of the Gungan's body and head both thumping unto the ground...detached from one another.
Her action, of course, did not go un-noticed - especially the telltale sound of a Sith's well-known tool of destruction.

"Right, then - shall we interrupt Correlia's regularly scheduled programming?" Lillieth states playfully, giggling childishly as all those within earshot (Gungans have huge ears...) of the Lightsaber quickly turning, freezing in place as shock had been the creatures' first instinctive reaction.
Lillieth's blade remained active as she walks down the hallway, the backrooms looking less like a bar and more like a place of business...scattered transmission equipment lining the pale-lit halls and a flickering, poor light being the only source of illumination on the narrow corridor's path to the broadcast room.

It could be heard faintly despite the music blaring in the foreground.
Lillieth begins down the hall as she half-expected Jorath and - what was her name? Andromeda? - to begin a killfest. What did she call it. A raze? Excellent choice of vernacular.

A few of the bouncers scattered from corner to center locale begin drawing loaded blaster pistols, the security of the club reacting even slower than the patrons...still wide-eyed with shock.

 

[Viabuck]

There was a short awkward silence as Lillieth made what he actually considered to be a slightly sentimental statement, his jaw becoming only slightly slack for but an instant. What did he consider them? They were partners, that much he had agreed to but she had become at least somewhat likable to him. Was she his friend? Why in the hell was he worrying about this right now? There were Gungans that needed killing and a broadcast to interrupt. He could worry about his social life and those that were involved with it at a later time.. Or he could entirely forget about it!... That was more likely. The slight tinge of red that had formed upon his face would vanish and his attention was turned back to the matter at hand.

With introductions made to Andromeda, as things really got rolling.. As in a certain Gungan's head, with the slight nudge that he received from Lillieth, a grin formed upon the Sith's face as he opened up the palm of his massive hand, the lightsaber strapped to his side suddenly being drawn up into it just as the bouncers moved to attack. Taking a step forward, his weapon was brought up defensively, the orangeish-red blade suddenly flaring to life just in time to catch a blaster bolt that had been fired in his direction back into it's shooter's chest, dropping the Gungan to the ground.

Stepping in front of Lillieth as to provide the girl with cover till she was ready to launch her own attack, he would slowly walk his way down the hall, using the Shien form of lightsaber combat to defend against the onslaught of blaster fire being launched in his direction. By now Echo was probably aware that something was going on a short distance from her broadcast location and ultimately? Jorath was fine with that.. If the public saw the fear on that terrorist witches face, they'd likely come to appreciate the sheer terror that came with being an enemy of the Empire.

Of course while the Gungans would be easier prey, the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard flooding down the hallway as a team composed mostly of human militants who were parts of Echo's entourage began to flood out of a single room, likely being the one that the target herself was broadcasting from. While he hadn't run out of amphibious nuisances to murder yet, he couldn't blame the rebels.. He wouldn't trust a Gungan to provide a viable line of defense either.

"Oh look.. More kills for my service record.." he remarked dryly, shifting his body weight to the side and twisting his arms to fend off another blaster bolt which was fired in his direction, deflecting it and sending it into a Gungan who had been standing next to his most recent assailant. While he was something of a monster, facing off with an entire squad of armed gunners while providing a viable defense had limited his offensive capabilities a bit.. But of course that was what having teammates was for.

 

[Asinine Soup]

Lillieth clicks her teeth as bootsteps and blaster cartridge clicking resonates about the hall. "Well if I knew it was going to be this much of a party, I would've brought more Brandy." the girl vocalizes, the verbose individual finding sarcasm to be the only means of displaying her lack of progression toward the firing squad that threatened to swiss-cheese their body.

The Force swelters within her as she feeds off the feelings of anxiety that were resonating from each individual in the hall. Before a single blaster shot from the rifles could go off, Lillieth decides to go bowling, a loud, "Switch!" being yelled to her partner.
It seems the redhead held proficiency within Force-applicable combat where she lacked in physical strength - she was adeptly attuned to the Force, and the degree of energy that was sent forward shook the lights and sent a ripple through the ground, shockwave rumbling beneath the duo's feet as Jorath continued deflecting blaster bullets utilizing a style she had yet to study.
She knew only to narrowly evade and capitalize upon surprise, though that was neither here nor there...unlike the mess of mercenaries that had been blasted atop one another.

"Augh!"
"Gahhh!"
"MY LEY-IG!"

All mannerisms of beings vocalizing their pain ring to her ears as Andromeda in the main cafe had already begun cleaning up house from the bouncers who considered themselves reinforcements, though not quite fast enough to stop the blaster fire from borderline overwhelming Jorath...which was why she yelled a command. Her intentions were simple: to rush forward in a blur of speed and carve into the Gungan bold enough to attempt to advance upon the Sith.
A vital mistake.
Cho Mok. The practiced amputation mark of contact that severs an opponent's entire weapon arm becomes apparent through use of a very pristine application of her hybrid Bastard Form. Dance lessons with Lauke truly paid off...

The Gungan gargles in shock and surprise, but not before Lillieth shoves a brutal, beautifully applied Shiak into her combat that was only meant to startle and surprise the tall bastards whom felt the girl would pose a weaker target.
Nothing was further from the truth. Shiak - the impale of an opponent - wasn't her preferred method of combat, but as she felt her lightsaber melt and cauterize through her opponent's chest?...Crimson blade hissing right through her target?...A rush of thrilling bloodlust overcomes her bones.

She smiles and leans forward, leaving Jorath to clean up the militants who would likely be recovering soon from her Force blast sooner rather than later, trained as they were. Surely he would capitalize upon their disorientation as Lillieth pushes her target off her burning blade, gone from her previous place before his corpse even hit the ground...and leaps to her next target...a crazed, wide-eyed leer pasted upon her visage. She was grinning, the intensity of the situation reflecting in her eyes which screamed anticipation for more blood.

 

[Viabuck]

It was almost funny how well the duo worked together with so little practice.. At least to him.. Probably not so much to the mercenaries who were sent sprawling to the floor as Lillieth released her force based assault upon them. Watching the team being dropped to the ground, the giant stood there for a moment in silent appreciation of what he was seeing, the sudden display of blood lust proving to be somewhat intriguing.. However not enough to distract him for -too- long from what was currently an open invitation to take down the soldiers who had moments before put him on the defensive.. Something which he -hated-.

Taking off down the hallway, his palm suddenly reaching forward, he would focus the force on the nearest of the recovering mercenaries, ripping him up onto his feet and pulling him in his direction while lashing out his lightsaber, a clean horizontal strike being made at waist level, an arterial hiss being heard as upper and lower body were divided, both parts falling in opposite directions. The downside of this was of course that it brought an overwhelming sense of panic from the man's comrades causing them to raise up their weapons once again preparing to shoot the monster that had murdered their friend seconds beforehand.

Unfortunately for one of them, they were just a -little- too close to Jorath who swung his lightsaber downward, the blade of the weapon looking just a little too short to connect.. And then suddenly much to his surprise? It wasn't. The sound of lightsaber cutting flesh being heard followed by the horrified screams of a man who had just lost his hand and a quick laugh from the Sith who seemed utterly entertained by what he had just done.. But alas there was no time to focus on that as his lightsaber was forced up defensively to deflect a shot that had been fired off in his direction.

Drawing back his weapon and timing the moment, in a rather uncommon display by the Sith, he would threw the weapon the blade spinning through the air vertically, the blade catching the top of the attackers head, the weapon suddenly being recalled back toward Jorath's hand... Only to drop to the ground as the massive Crusader was punched in the side of the face by an attacker that the force alerted him just a bit too late sending the large human staggering off to the side, looking more than a little irritated in that instance... Who had the..

Standing a short distance away from the Sith, wearing heavy armor was quite possibly the biggest Gungan he had ever seen in his life. A member of the Ankura sub-species, the amphibious alien stood nearly eight feet in height and had muscles comparable to that of the own on top of appearing to be a grizzled veteran of... SOME KIND of conflict... It was in almost every way the teen's worst nightmare.. A Gungan that very well posed a threat to him and had chosen him as it's target..

"Oh... OH I AM KICKING YOUR ASS!" Jorath shouted, not even bothering with his threats of death and dismemberment meant to intimidate. In that instance he was the hired thug that he was back on Tattooine about to become involved in another fight with another alien who hadn't been paying their debts.

"YOUSA' GOIN DOWN MUEY FAST SITHY!"

Hopefully Lillieth had the situation under control because with Andromeda seemingly being called aware and Jorath about to have a fist fight with a gigantic Gungan? She was pretty much on her own as Human and annoying monster sized one another up, preparing for a hand to hand clash of epic proportions given the fact that the warrior had yet to even bother to recover his own lightsaber that had clattered to the floor moments beforehand.

 

[Asinine Soup]

*Bddzt!*
*Slish!*
*Vwom-kshhh!*

Onomatopoeia for the swift, deadly strikes that patrons and guardsmen alike were being taken to. It was a thrill, truly, basking in the cries of agony that those within the bar never would have expected to happen.
Well...surely they had to know something about the dissidents that took refuge here. Right? At least the VIP members?

Speaking of VIP, the holo-ribbon that separated the rabble from the 'important people' would be intruded upon as a bodyguard had stumbled with their vibroblade within it. "Your form is clunky - here, let me give you a hand." Lillieth says sweetly, taunting with the most bloodcurdling grin plastered upon her visage. The nature of her faux empathy was short-lived, however, as the vibroblade attempts a chop down upon the red-head's shoulder. In zone 2, it's swiftly parried, and with a simple mark of contact being applied, the humor behind her dark joke becomes plain as day beneath Tattooine's twin suns: Cho Mai, applicable within her Makashi stance, severs her opponent's hand from their wrist in one foul strike that blurs through the air.

He doesn't get the chance to scream as she uses the Force to pull him near and strafes around him in his shock...using him as a meat shield for the blaster fire still rattling the air around her. She feels the vibrations of the lances of energy striking him firmly, and as she stands there - the being likely dead, but still in shock as their remained upright - she gathers her senses about her. Four enemies honed in on her position as she's isolated within a corner.
The middle target would become her next victim.

A sharp thrust of the arm sends a wall of Force kinetic energy forward, her own hair and robing pushed backward from the wind that jolts forward. The standing corpse is sent flying as a sentient projectile and strikes her target with enough force to break bones - Lillieth couldn't suppress her giggle as the two ragdoll about one another. The other three targets look at the act, and while they all stop shooting in fear...the Sith capitalizes.
She slips forward, Lightsaber deactivated for stealth purposes., then finds herself behind the left-most target (the one closest to the hall where Jorath would likely be handling his own weight) in a heartbeat...a heartbeat later, she's impaling the Gungan through his. Mouth wide open in shock as he shakes, unable to speak, Lillieth rips the lightsaber horizontally, forming a radius rip in his chest that she simply admires as she soaks in the amount of unadulterated fear in the room.

Two more bein firing rapidly at her for vengeance...and fear of their own lives. Lillieth, in part, deflects two lances, narrowly avoids one by the head (and singes her hair), and takes cover behind the bar, feeling the vibrations of the blaster fire pelting her cover.
"Do you feel as alive as I?" she sends telepathically to her two comrades, laughing hysterically at this point.

 

[Viabuck]

Oh Jorath was feeling alive alright.. At least for the moment.

Grinning from ear to ear, as the Gungan advanced on him, drawing back one of it's massive fists, the Crusader stood at the ready, his palm opening up and catching the fist causing the other to be thrown in his direction, this punch earning a similar counter leading the two behemoth's to test one another's strength, attempting to push each other backward and in truth? It was a -really- close match. Jorath wasn't simply overpowering his opponent and throwing them about as if they were nothing.. This thing was proving to be the kind of challenge he had sought for some time and it was positively exhilirating.

'Best... birthday... ever..' he communicated back to Lillieth before finally deciding to make his move against the Gungan.

What move was that? Well to put it simply.. The Sith was using his head. Literally. Slamming his forehead directly into the amphibians face, he would stagger the giant alien, causing it to stumble backward before charging forward, his pace quickening as he closed up the gap that he had created and leaping up. What happened next would be a pure demonstration of skill which could not be taught to a person but required the utmost natural talent and a desire to wreak havoc. What Jorath would now perform was quite possibly the must brutal unarmed technique that he had ever considered attempting before.

Drawing his legs back to his own chest, he would suddenly thrust both of his legs forward, the bottoms of his feet impacting violently with the Gungan's chest... At which point a burst of force would be released from his feet right at the moment of impact, quite literally force jumping off of a dropkick and sending the Gungan flying violently down the hallway, crashing through a wall and rolling at a high rate of speed through what appeared to be some kind of a studio, a number of panicked screams being heard as it did so.

Landing on his back, Jorath would lay there for a moment, clearly not taking a moment to appreciate the kind of dangerous environment that he was presently in, pumping his fist and letting out a quiet, "Yesss..." before kipping uip onto his feet and summoning his lightsaber back into his hand via the force, starting to stalk down toward the massive Gungan shaped hole in the wall that he had created.

 

[Asinine Soup]

A whirling blur of crimson strikes through the air from about-side the bar, hurricaning and boomerang-ing in an arc toward the two rapidly-firing assailants that threatened not only Lillieth's life, but her robing! She was wearing premium designer robing, and she wouldn't let some low-paid, bottom-of-the-barrel bouncers put holes in it.

One was quick to duck. The other, however...well. He got to see his body still standing even though his head toppled freely to the ground. Both pieces of the Zabrak, however, fall, and with one last individual shaking in his boots hide behind cover...he actually begins pleading.
"Pleasea! Pleasea!" he yelps over the loud music. Mostly everyone in the bar had cleared out or died..."Meesa have-a wife! N' tree tadpoles!"

She could've sworn these things just spawned...or something.

As Lillieth comes walking up, she smiles, watching as he attempts to backwards crab-walk away. She kicks him in the side and kneels beside him, pulling his ears firmly to keep his head aligned to look right into her eyes. He grimmaces in pain and fear.
"I'll let you live..." she states with a soothing smile. "If...you can tell me..."

A pregnant pause as time almost seems to stop for the two.

"...the name."
"The namesa?"
"Why. Is it named. Bar. Bar. Drinks."

The Gungan seemed utterly speechless at the nature of the question. Was this girl off her rocker? Did she really just...?
"Well...uh...it'sa--"
*bdddtzzz!*

Lillieth's lightsaber extends directly through her plaything's throat. She lets the pain marinate before softly saying, "I lost interest."

Her saber retreats into its hilt, and as the limp body of her last target falls to the floor, she would return to the hallway to admire the view. Corpses!
Jorath seemed to be stepping into a boulder-sized hole in the wall, and as she peers around, she lets off a genuine smile.
"Happy birthday!"

She wiggles fingers in mock, or realistic, excitement. You could never tell with this girl.
She remains waiting for both the other Sith and for Jorath so they could step through the wall and view what they truly came here for.

 

[Viabuck]

The advance toward the studio was brought to a dead stop, the warrior's eyes going wide as he heard Lillieth speaking. She had finally asked a question which had been nagging -him- since they arrived. Was the Gungan she was torturing going to answer the question? That would have been worth sparing it. Turning his head ever so slightly to look over his shoulder, when the Gungan began to speak yet again, Jorath was all ears and then... Lillieth killed him, just like she had all of the others that had had the poor fortune of crossing her path. Was this what it was like working with him? He could have found out if only she had controlled herself!... Yes he was fairly certain at this stage this was a lot like it was like working with himself.

"Thanks.." he called over to her, a very faint hint of disappointment in his voice. Making his way over to stand next to Lillieth, he took a second to ponder over whether the birthday wish had been legitimate and ultimately determined... That it didn't matter much. She had said it so he'd take it at face value. Birthdays never meant much to him anyhow and this one was already shaping up to be one of the best that he had had so far in his eighteen years traversing the galaxy.

"So ready to go be a star?" he'd ask, a smirk formed across his face. He had given some thought to what was about to happen and a number of thoughts had actually passed through his mind.. On one hand, killing a terrorist on live holonet would be something that would send a clear message not to mess with the Empire.. But it would create a martyr at the same time.. And this was a lot more thought than the Sith normally gave -any- situation but then again.. This was probably his most importnat mission so far.

".. Do we show our faces and make a name or just bring the broadcast down then kill her?.." he'd ask his serious demeanor returning, deciding that he would follow his partners lead in this case as they walked alongside one another toward the room where Echo was doing her thing. Andromeda had long since departed, having been called away to deal with another matter on Corellia. It was just Jorath and Lillieth as it had been many times before.

 

[Asinine Soup]

Lillieth's personality could've answered that question for Jorath, in retrospect. She was self-important, attention-loving, and never missed a chance to spread her name.
With a lift of an eyebrow as the two enter the broadcast room, eyes on them - her eyes on him - she murmurs, "Are you ready for your close-up?"

The groan of a large Gungan off to the side, struggling to evolve from incapacitated to able-to-function properly, resonates through the room as Lillieth's hand on her hip leans into a telltale sign that she was about to begin the theatrics.
"Your hired help is as dead as your lackluster rebellion, sweetheart." she coos outward, giving a subtle scoff and chortle at the end of her phrase.

The cameras were on the room, holorecording live to who-knows-where.
"And the Empire sends their slime to silence my rebellion. To silence OUR rebellion! They send their hounds to sniff us in every corner, to destroy us! Our families! One by one!" she chants, fear but retribution and meaning pouring from her short speech.

"Woe, woe, woe...the scent of traitorous scum radiates the very words you speak. What you ask of your rebellion is suicide - call them down." she orders, knowing it wouldn't play out that way.
Just as she expected, the leader presents a scoffing, spiteful laugh - fake, but nerve-bending.
"You expect us to roll over?! Are we the hounds to abide by your laws and oppression?! No! YOU are the dogs! Dogs and nothing more than murdering--"
"ENOUGH...enough..." Lillieth's voice heightening for but a moment to seize control.

"Your rebellion will die in diplomacy today or blood tomorrow." Her own voice radiates through the holochannels and networks as fluently as Echo's, though the latter's party's resolve only seemed to strengthen with her words. "Your Gungans? They were step one. You? You're step two. You, here, today, decide what the next steps will be, and if you think that the words that you say here hold weight?...You will quickly find the irony in your name as your legacy...and rebellion...and life will be nothing more than a faint echo..."

A pause elongates through the room.
The tension is rising as the small camera crew were as shaky as Lillieth wished Echo was. Slowly, the rebel leader holds up a detonator.
"Does this answer your question?" she chimes. "Stay strong..." she chants.
"...Sith Spit." Lillieth curses, stepping half a foot backward...cautionary.
"...my brothers..."
"Jorath!"
"...my sisters."
"Don't just stand there!"
"...my family..."

Her thumb moves for the switch.

 

[Viabuck]

He should have known and yet he felt it safer to ask.. Oh well.. Maybe it was for the best.. As a duo the two were lethal.. Maybe they -should- be the face of the Empire's will. Why shouldn't they be the ones that the public saw? They were complimentary Sith doing the work for the greater good of the Empire. They were both attractive enough.. What with Lillieth being beautiful enough by most standards and himself who looked as if he might have been carved out of marble. What in the hell was he thinking? While Lillieth clearly shared most of his bloodlust, it seemed as if he himself had developed a bit of an ego in the process.. Oh well!

As they moved toward Echo's location, Jorath played his role well, standing menacingly at Lillieth's side, a stern scowl formed upon his face. If he was going to be known for anything, it would be his execution of his orders. Lillieth could be the mouth piece, he was a much better fist. Watching the exchange between the duo, fully aware that all that was transpiring would be seen by thousands upon thousands of people.. It was almost unnerving.. And that was in and of itself something of a concern. Was he actually getting camera shy in a situation where they were dealing with a terrorist? Funny how the mind worked when it was under pressure..

That was when it happened..

The detonator.

Lillieth was concerned, he could sense that and he could feel the determination of the one known as Echo.. She was willing to give her life to support her cause. They could be destroyed in an instant and it was that fear that would well up within the Sith becoming a familiar kind of rage that he had grown all too accustomed to. There was no time to attack from where he was at though and so he gave in to the force, doing what he found natural, his hand suddenly being thrust forward, a manipulation of force taking place unlike anything that Jorath had performed before.

While Echo's hand would be pulled off to the side, her thumb would be pulled in another, the combination of emotions welling up within the Sith creating a rather strong telekinetic performance and much to the horror of the viewing audience, a thumb would be rended from the star of the broadcasts hand and the detonator would be dropped as a horrible scream echoed throughout the studio... Something which Jorath would later find amusing but for now? He was furious. This woman had attempted to end not only his life, but Lillieth's as well.. All to prove a point?.. That was.. unforgivable.

Marching across the room and moving infront of the camera's now, his next act was to call the detonator into his grasp, the woman feebly lunging for it as it impacted with a soft thud against the Crusader's open palm which would close around it, crushing it while paying mind not to accidentally press down on trigger in the process. "Ladies and Gentlemen.. My name is Jorath Baylor and this woman has committed crimes against the Empire as a whole. She has, in this act of terrorism not only threatened my life, but the life of someone who is quite dear to me.. She may speak of the Empire destroying families and friends.. And yet look at what those who support this rebellion have done.. Let it be known.. Treason will not be tolerated.. This rebellion is a destructive force against the unity that the Empire provides.."

Motioning his hand toward the bleeding woman, she would clutch her throat as she was lifted into the air and brought before the camera, a look being paid to Lillieth. He was in the zone in regards to creating a public face for the two, he would give her her opportunity to shine on camera, even offering her the execution if she chose to take it. This was their moment and he was determined to live it up to it's fullest.

 

[Asinine Soup]

As Echo floats in the air, choking on the weight of her own body, Lillieth steps forth and fancies a calming smile. She was gladdened by Jorath's display of potentially saving her own life as well as his own, and to the person who threatened to steal hers she pays a glimpse.
A fingertip runs beneath the neck and along the chin as the Sith capitalizes her movement by patting the woman upon the tip of her nose childishly.

Lillieth's hand suddenly shoots to clutch Echo's forehead, the Force providing her means to rip into the dissident's mind...and literally steal the information of her campaign against the Empire from the vaults and file cabinets locked within her mind. What was worse was that she would feel every second of it, the probing and the gathering...her memories and secrets.
"Oh, that's a good one." Lillieth teases as the connection begins to sever. Hand falling from Echo's forehead, the woman's eyes widen, still choking on the Force Jorath was using to keep her afloat.

"What's done in the dark comes to light, Echo - you should have surrendered. You're now responsible for the death of your resistance. Farewell."

And with that? Lillieth pulls the blaster pistol from the traitor's thigh, arms it, and empties a bolt into her forehead. The sound reverberates about the room and the rooms of millions of bars, homes, encampments, and holonet receivers...as the sound reduces to nothing more than an echo.

As though the weapon were cursed, she drops it atop the corpse that topples to the floor a moment later. Slowly, a pair of deep amber eyes flicker to the transmitter. She speaks to the watching Galaxy.
"Know this: without Order, the Galaxy will fall to nothing but chaos...terrorists like these condone acts of whose punishments...are severe." She pays a glimpse to the corpse at her feet before shaking her head slowly.
"Long live the Empire." she finally murmurs, personifying the entity they acted beneath and looking back up to Jorath before turning to exit the room. Whether he wanted to destroy the cameramen or not was up to him. She, however, was feeling slightly nauseated from stealing the information of several terror cells, organizations, and sister clans to the dissidents - information that ultimately needed to be written down.

She begins down the hallway and toward the exit, groans emitting from the hall and the main bar area as several were still rolling in agony.
Lillieth doesn't pay a single one a glance.

 

[Viabuck]

Continuing to stand there, his hand outstretched and focused upon the victim of his force choke, he occasionally paid a glimpse to the camera which was still being operated by a now utterly terrified man whom Jorath had rather convincingly insisted that he keep filming given that failure to do so would result in a brutal murder on live holonet. Offering the camera a brief smirk as Lillieth extracted the information that she sought, he couldn't help but ponder over what kind of message they were sending.. Sure he had just ripped a woman's thumb off with an audience but still.. She was being far too no-nonsense... Neither of them were going to become particularly famous if they stayed so vanilla in their approach.

Snapping back to reality when the blaster went off Jorath dropped what was now a corpse down onto the ground, giving his partner a chance to make her statement, folding his arms behind his back and looking into the camera. He needed to say something to set them apart.. They had done their part in regards to praising the Empire.. But there was something else needed. If they were going to become recognizable throughout the Empire.. They needed to define themselves as something beyond more than mere grunts for the order simply carrying out it's will.. He needed to make a statement and to say that that was something difficult for a person with his limited social skills to do would be something of a grand understatement..

"Don't worry folks.. You haven't seen the last of us. Those who serve our Empire and it's interests, you've nothing to fear.. Those who would do it or it's people harm though?.. We'll be seeing you even sooner."

With that said, the camera that had been filming the Sith would be lifted up and abruptly thrown into the wall, the device being smashed and cutting the feed to static. Following along after Lillieth, he passed by the camera man, turning and shooting the man a cold glance for a moment. His golden eyes narrowing, he would reach for his lightsaber and suddenly swing it, the blade going high and suddenly... The head of the gigantic Gungan he had been fighting earlier would roll across the ground, leaving the giant to ruffle the broadcasters hair.

"You could have a future in this buddy.." he remarked offhandedly before picking up the pace to catch up to his partner. While she seemed more interested in being decisive and brutal, he had actually begun to allow his mind to drift to fame and fortune... Two things which he had never had in his life.. Surely the pair would have a great deal to talk about in the immediate future. For now though, they needed to get out of the bar and head back to their transport. This place smelled ENTIRELY too much like Gungan..