Southern Requisitions

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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Location: Southern Eriadu
Time: Mid-Afternoon
Participants: @Darasuum as @Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal , @Esther Nyx as @Jenova Savas
Theme: Gods Of War <> Celeste Buckingham
OOC: Thread opposition will utilize dice.

This was the last bit he needed for his own new acquisition. Perhaps this was as close to a hobby as he got. For now though it seemed that even his past times still were productive and contributed towards his larger agendas. There was a warehouse that had the part he needed for his new ship. Of course he also had no gripes with eleminating some pirates in the galaxy, especially when they were so close to his own assets.

The secondary purpose of this mission was to see how a certain someone performed in the field. A new addition to the Sith Empire and one that had caught his eye. However records only held so much information. He stood waiting patiently in his Drake armor for the woman to arrive. Both arms cross he wondered if she would be anything like the other Sith and associates he had previously met. Hopefully it would not be the case. While some of them were useful and even perhaps enjoyable to be around the repetition and redundancy of personalities, skill sets and motives would not strike his fancy.

 

[Jenova Savas]

Like a shadow, Jenova shifted through the thinning crowds, a lavish cloak -a gift from an ally- hiding her rather ethereal features. She had never step foot on Eriadu prior to this day, and as of yet, was unsure what to make of it. There was a dense population here, scuttering about its urban structures; people living their lives on a day to day basis, completely unaware of what walked amongst them. Who walked amongst them.

Another thing the green skinned hybrid was unsure about was this assignment; apparently, she had requested personally by name. Perhaps it stemmed from her most recent mission . Things had not gone exactly as planned, but ultimately the objective was achieved. Whilst only recent, Jenova's assimilation into the Sith ranks was progressing nicely. Well, to be exact, she hadn't been maimed or killed. Always a good start to a new career path. But still, the yellow eyed humanoid was still trying to find her place in it all. No longer was she a marauder of Honoghr. Instead, she was now a warrior for the Empire. Though the transition was uneasy, the ultimate objective centred her. War. The Sith had promised her a most enjoyable conflict, the likes of which she had never before seen. But first, she had to prove herself.

Perhaps this mission would do. Or, at least, point her in the right direction. Abruptly, Jenova came to halt, steps from the reptilian. Though she had never interacted with this Sith before, he was quite distinguishable from the rest of the sentients nearby. Not from his appearance or scaly presence, but from his aura. Technically 'blind', Jenova had never in her life been able to perceive such things as colour and appearance; she had her mother's Miraluka heritage to thank for that. But the force compensated her, most interestingly, through other means. It enabled a 'second sight', an ability to see through her mind's eye. She'd been using such ability since birth, and now it came as naturally to her as breathing. If someone considered her handicapped, they would be fatally mistaken.

The hooded woman acknowledged her superior, only with the canter of her head. There was no need for pleasantries. It was time to get work.

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[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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Both a new addition to the Empire as well as Cyzyn-Itza-Rus's company he eyed the woman as she arrived. Her approach had not been unlike the same manner he had used before. Once she came to a stop he would inform her on the situation. His abnormal voice speaking for the first time that day. "You know why you are here. The specifics are as follows. A warehouse owned by a group of bandits lays up ahead. No civilians in the neighboring buildings as they are all forclosed. Inside I have surveyed are at least six opponents. Judging by their reputation I gather they will also be heavily armed and armored. They store their valuables inside, some of which may be volatile so refrain from blowing the whole building up if you can manage. Especially with us inside it." He knew some people got carried away in the heat of the moment and wanted to make sure the neophyte knew the situation fully.

Without waiting for a response he would take out his light saber and keep it deactivated. His other hand made sure his helmet was fastened, giving him a particularly draconic appearance. The spikes of both his armor and his natural form extending from his back. As the Tiss'shar moved forward towards the direction of the warehouse his tail swerved back and forth rhythmically with each step. The being could very well just use his clawed hands as melee weapons. This distance from a nearby alley and the warehouse had some open ground. The Dread Lord would wait for the three guards out front to turn towards one another to cross the distance. It may be a moment before that happened. In the meantime he focused his attention to confirming the numbers he had observed earlier. After a few heart beats later, and closed eyes, he would open his cerulean eyes. Indeed there were three more inside, the same as there were out front.

@Esther Nyx ​

 

[Jenova Savas]

His voice; the reptile's voice was certainly an experience to hear. It wasn't as glutaral as a trandoshan, but there was a distinctive hiss in its undertone. Intriguing. But for now, Jenova focused on the information being relayed. It seemed like a straightforward assignment, but she knew all too well that tasks issued by the Empire were anything but. There was always a possibility of danger, the threat of an enemy, and -more excitingly- the prospect of conflict. Jenova's fingers twitched at the thought, but she moved to restrain herself. In previous missions, she had allowed herself to become...unchecked. Such actions invited unnecessary obstacles, as well as the opportunity for harsh learning curbs. A recent explosion and blaster bolt to the back reminded her of such painful lessons. This time, she would temper herself...for now, at least.

Discarding her robe for now, Jenova trained her focus on the warehouse, her own 'sight' confirming the number of targets. Six hardly seemed like a challenge but there were additional factors to consider. With a nod, she affirmed the objective and task. "Understood. Allow me to make the first strike" Amongst the Noghri, the first blow in battle was a mark of honour, one which Jenova always sought to covet.

Rather than charge the enemy -as was her previous modus operandi- Jenova took a moment to survey the challenge ahead. Three armed guards, more than like wandering separately. The best way to cripple a roaming patrol? Pick them off as individuals. The absence of one would incite the others to abandon their position and investigate the disappearance. Jenova would take advantage of that. Selecting the guard that was closest to the alley, the hybrid laid the trap; using the force to create a small noise, she waited for the guard to advance. Muscles tense, nerves on edge, she readied herself to strike.

Like a serpent, she lashed out, pulling the guard further into the cover of the alley -with surprisingly deceptive strength-. He would only be stunned for a mere moment, but a moment was all she needed. Even with armour, there was often one vulnerable area left exposed: the neck.
With one hand, Jenova forced the guard's head ajar, and with the other, she slammed into his throat; the windpipe collapsed with a satisfying crack, all whilst the guard's body thrashed for air -though it soon stilled-. The hybrid eased the twitching body to the floor, already turning her attention to the guard's unassuming partner. Just as she had thought, the other guard had clocked onto the absence. The plot would play again, though this time Jenova's arms locked around her prey's neck, squeezing and squeezing with inhuman force until an audible snap was heard. The body went limp and Jenova lost interest.

Truthfully though, Jenova had hoped to remove all three of the targets in quick succession. But perhaps there was merit the survivor. They may come to investigate the absence of the others -and therefore meet the same fate-, or he could contact the three in warehouse, drawing them out into the open, away from volatile threats. She'd simply have to wait and see.

Spoiler

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@Darasuum

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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He watched with curiousity on the young woman as she conducted herself with such efficient ferocity. His serpentine eyes dialated slightly taking in every detail before shifting to the last remaining guard that remained out in the open. The last guard was probably a little wiser than the other two evidently. So the man took a step past Jenova towards the very edge of the shadow of the alley and reached out a hand. With it he caste a sound on the opposite end of the clearing.

The man hesitantly fell for it before turning his back to the alley the two sith resided in. Without a moment to waste Cyzyn-Itza-Rus dug his clawed feet into the ground and shot off full tilt towards the man. Both clawed hands primed and ready, curled digits ready to cut through the exposed weak points. He crossed the distance and was upon the man before he had a chance to sound an alarm or even anything more than a singular inhale of breath. Death was upon him in more ways than one. With one hand Cyzyn-Itza-Rus grabbed the man by the throat, raising him a full dozen centimeters off the ground before killing him. His clawed hand both cut into the unprotected throat as well as the force crushing whatever was not torn to ribbons.

A moment passed as the Tiss'shar felt the corpse turn to dead weight. Dropping the body to the ground he wiped his clawed hand on the still dry cloth of the cadaver. The external part of the warehouse was clear. Now the two just had to work on the three on the inside.

@Esther Nyx​

 

[Jenova Savas]

Jenova smelt the blood before she comprehended exactly what had happened. The reptile had moved at such speed, with zero hesitation, she almost missed his movements entirely. But she'd recognise the metallic scent of blood anywhere. It was pungent and thick, tainting the air with its wasted vitality. It also confirmed the hybrid's suspicions about her companion. He was most definitely of reptilian stock; very few sentient creatures had claws sharp enough to inflict such fatality, even few opted to do so. Yet claws were a favoured use with cold blooded species, especially trandoshans. It made Jenova wonder, did this male prefer his natural weapons as oppose to the artificial weapon sheathed within his grasp? Jenova had yet to acquire a lightsaber; though truthfully, she never particularly felt the urge to see one out. She preferred her own physical means of combat.
Still, such things might not assist her here. If she began mindlessly throwing her strength about, she could easily jeopardise the objective, possibly ruining the entire mission; an utterly unacceptable outcome. Her fists clenched in frustrations. So many things to consider, all whilst she was eager to prove herself. She wondered, perhaps to reptile would offer some insight, the way other sith had previously done.

Looking at the warehouse for a moment, and then towards the open ground outside, Jenova spoke her thoughts aloud. "I have an idea. Luring the other three out might be the best way of preventing any damage to the warehouse," She didn't know what exactly Cyzyn was searching for. She didn't know if it was a large item, requiring entire security of the complex, or if it was a simple thing he could collect with ease. Still, best to cover all the bases. "I could create a diversion, something to draw their attention. More than likely, one will come to investigate."

She the folded her arms, perhaps in thought, the a small smile tugged at her dark lips, "I could cripple him, make him scream perhaps, and the rest will come running." It was a dirty tactic, but it was one that worked well from her previous experience. It was sentient nature after all and Jenova would play on it. But, the guards previously dealt with were armed. More than likely the other three would be too.

The hybrid was confident in her abilities however, "I can deal with the three of them myself, if needs be. It could give you time to breach the warehouse." The green skinned woman then turned to look in Cyzyn's vicinity. "What are your thoughts? I will not lie. Tact, is not a strong suit of mine."

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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A looked over at the green skinned woman as she spoke. He did not need to use the force to know she was eager for combat certainly she could be a valuable presence in the aspect of War later down the line. But so far he was wondering if she was worthy of such a position. Even he knew a great deal about the art of war and what it took. It was why he had assisted in instructing the others that had followed him onto the Dread Council. "Try to lure them out. I will enter from the oposite side. That way nobody will be able to escape out the back door. Those that come to you and those that will not will be distracted by yout ploy. Those that remain inside or do not fall by your hand I will take out myself." It was a pincer maneuver. Two different fronts being attacked simultaneously even if the enemy did not know it. Cyzyn-Itza-Rus wanted to clear out any oposition before moving on to the main objective. In fact he wanted to claim the entire warehouse if possible and use the cargo inside for their own purposes. He was generally indifferent to the death of others but particularly disreputable individuals he even allowed himself to enjoy a bit.

Without saying another word he would leave Jenova to her tactics. She had not said how she would lure them out or to what extents she would go to. He did not care either way so long as the job got done. She would have to use her ingenuity to be successful. While she conducted her ambush the reptilian sith would make his way around the back of the warehouse looking for an opening. luckily there was an emergency exit door that was propped open, likely left by someone either moving equipment or going on a smoke break. Otherwise it would have been locked. The man would open the door carefully and step inside, slinking into the shadows and wait for the signal. If the three guards inside noticed whatever attempt Jenova made then so would he.

@Esther Nyx​

 

[Jenova Savas]

Unable to supress her grin for much longer, Jenova advanced on the warehouse, her fists tightening in pure anticipation. She had tried to restrain herself for as long as possible, but now was the time to do what she did best. Desolate and devastate; she'd been refining this ability like it was an artistic skill. True, there were areas in need of improvement, areas that required more development, but such was the ultimate truth of all things; perfection took time. It was gained through trial and error. And Jenova had many painful reminders of that.

It was through this process that a rather unorthodox style of fighting was formed, one that had been fostered and applied within the vicious pits of Honoghr. Cyzyn may or may not have noticed, but the green skinned amazon had yet to produce a weapon, nor did she actually carry one on her person. There was a pure, simple reason for that. Jenova preferred to use her physical body as a weapon, as oppose to the use of melee forms.

Time for battle.

As Jenova stalked towards the warehouse, the force swirled within her grasp, building and building into a cataclysmic mass of energy. It was like a narrow fount bursting into a raging river. And when Jenova's fist connected with the ground, an explosion erupted, shattering the solid earth beneath her. It was with such power that the warehouse itself rumbled with noticeable tremors; luckily, its structural integrity held firm. Naturally, two guards raced out of the warehouse, ready to investigate the unexpected intrusion. The amazon was ready to greet them. What she hadn't expected was the heavy artillery; the guards were impressively armed, and geared to eliminate threats to the warehouse's security. Immediately, their sights were fixed on Jenova and the enormous crater she had created; they opened fired as soon as the hybrid charged at them, ducking and diving in and out the direction of their blaster bolts.

Despite her earlier assumptions, these guards weren't nearly as incompetent as first thought. They laid down effective successive fire, forcing Jenova onto the back foot. She retreated some distance, literally having to uproot a piece of rumble as some form of improvised cover. The hybrid cursed bitterly as the two pinned her position. The shield would only last so long under the constant barrage of blasters; Jenova knew if she didn't move soon, they'd have the advantage and outflank her.

Utterly unacceptable. She readied herself to go on the offensive once more.

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@Darasuum

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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Well it looked like Jenova was distracting them. She made the ground beneath Cyzyn's feet shake to the point he subconsciously dug his clawed feet into the ground. While the green skinned female had succeeded in drawing out two of the three guards she was not prepared for the weapon fire that accompanied it. Cyzyn had hoped that all three would have come out but he would need to deal with just two of the three at hand. Not quite as fast as before but still with swift sure-clawed maneuvering he came up behind both guards. They did not notice his fast approach. They were ignorant of their death as Cyzyn-Itza-Rus stabbed each of them through the chest with his two lightsabers. One was in each hand but only a meter long beam of crimson light could be seen from Jenova's point of view. Both mean would stop firing and look down before succumbing to their fresh wounds.

The actions of both Jenova and Cyzyn had certainly made their presence known. The last remaining guard was evidently terrified and ran from the warehouse in a panick. Cyzyn-Itza-Rus looked over to Jenova hoping she would get the message he was trying to send her to chase after the last remaining guard.

@Esther Nyx​

 

[Jenova Savas]

A spiteful wave of shame washed Jenova like it were a dialogical plague; she had failed to deal with the first two guards herself, requiring her reptilian overseer to step in on her behalf. It was an utterly embarrassment. She bit her lip in vexed frustrations, so much so that she tasted the taste of her own metallic blood.

Yet, the lapse had allowed her an opportunity to watch Cyzyn in action. The crimson blades were enchanting to behold; whilst not uncommon, the sabers were still impressive none the less, especially since Jenova had yet to require possession of her own. The Sith was swift in the slaughter, efficient in dispatch. The two guards never stood a chance, nor did they have time to acknowledge their own demise. Their lives were simply snuffed out without a moment’s notice.

Managing to keep her wits about her, Jenova noted the final guard’s flight. Surviving witnesses would be problematic in the long run, that much was assured. Having enough rationality within her, Jenova channelled her anger rather than blind herself with it. Reaching her hands outwards, the hybrid called on the force once more; it coiled violently around the guard’s vulnerable throat, crushing it instantaneously without hesitation. Death was quick, if not gruesome. Without so much as a sound, the now lifeless body crumpled to the floor. Elation raced through the hybrid’s thundering heart. With each passing day, she only grew in strength. It was only a matter of time till she reached new heights in potential.

For the sake of discretion, Jenova -with the flick of her wrist- flung the corpses out of sight into a concealed corner. With that done, the green skinned amazon moved towards to the warehouse, curious as to what exactly its contents were. Cyzyn seemed keened to obtain control over its assets. Who knew what treasures lurked within.

@Darasuum

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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The green skinned female ended up catching on the subtle hints the reptilian sith gave. He watched with stoic satisfaction as she eliminated the last remaining opposition. Perhaps opposition was a bit of a stretch. In this case, the man running away desperately attempting to escape was nothing more than a victim. His eyes went from the body going limp over to the expression displayed on Jenova's face. She was perhaps one of the more stereotypical Sith he had an interest in. It was not a bad thing. There were just few who were so emotional and overt in their feelings that he was just unused to working with one so closely. Usually the Tiss'shar kept people like that at a distance since early on in his endeavors they would have been volitial towards his agenda. Now he had a place for everyone and Jenova was a refreshing change of company.

When she turned towards the warehouse to eagerly see what was inside he too turned to go back into the facility. Walking through the building there were shelves of equipment, boxes of random maintenance tools. Hoarded junk that probably had not been moved in a few decades. It was all pretty typical and did not show numerous markings of being a general warehouse or otherwise. The two Sith would end up finding the Coaxium Infuser just like he had been informed. But there was more. In addition to the starship part there were two protocol droids. One was a GP-protocol and one was a PB protocol droid, both with a decent amount of dirt on them from lack of use. There was a dust covered astromech sitting idly, powered down, next to a vertical weapons' locker. Using a clawed hand he opened up the container and inside was a dozen different types of small arms. Most of them were nothing special but seeing as Jenova was lacking in equipment perhaps she would want to take some of them. There was a sheet covering what Cyzyn took too be a speeder. Taking off the covering it revealeda duchess inside it. Now they had the means to transport any and everything back to the ship rather easily.

@Esther Nyx​

 

[Jenova Savas]

Feeling inquisitive, Jenova scanned over the warehouse's content with thinly veiled interest. Indeed, it was a treasure trove of obscurities; powered down protocol droids, factory equipment, even a horde of small class firearms. But the hybrid paid little notice to these small trinkets, at least, not for the time being. A warrior at heart, Jenova spurned most blaster type weapons, finding them impersonal and cowardly. She'd much rather get her hands dirty, in the most literal way possible. Regardless, the hybrid could appreciate some of the merchandise left openly on display. She was still a fledging amongst the Sith ranks with little in the way of assets. There were some within the Empire who commanded squads of soldiers, with their own cruisers and resources. These were often rewarded as plunder, spoils gifted to those who served most dutifully. Jenova hoped she would begin reaping those benefits herself; the hybrid was a woman of ambition. She was already formulating future conquests and conflicts. But to achieve such goals, she needed far more than pure grit and determination. She needed connections. Allies. Support. Perhaps this Sith, Cyzyn, could offer such things. Only time would tell…

The amazon halted mid stride, her amber eyed gaze rivetted on the reptile’s discovery. "This is a Duchess, a luxury limozine class air speeder," There was blatant admiration in Jenova’s tone. Perhaps it was the Falleen within her, the lovers of luxury and extravagance. "Alusteel body, very durable. Armour strong ceraglass. Capable of reaching over 400 kph. Sports an impressive internal communication system." Gloved hands skimmed the smooth line of the body, appreciating the gradual curves. It wasn’t the most impressive transport out in the galaxy, but senators and nobility were known to use such models. Why not, given its stylish design.

But something else caught the green lady's eye, something of far greater interest. Abandoning the air speeder, Jenova stalked over to a nearby shelf, her hand stretched out to claim to claim what looked to be a sword of some sorts. But it wasn’t just any sort of blade; it was a vibrosword, a weapon based on Echani design. The sheer size of the blade generally forced wielders to use two hands, but being strong enough, Jenova held it in one. Like all vibro-weapons, this sword conducted a small current of electricity, making it dangerous towards electrical based objects. But that wasn’t all. There was a cortosis weave, granting the weapon lightsaber deflecting capabilities. Thoughts were racing through the hybrid’s mind; whilst she preferred using her augmented strength in battle, that may prove cumbersome should we face a saber wielding Jedi. In such an encounter, Jenova was at risk of losing limb, and she mostly certainly wouldn’t accept a robotic prosthetic. Zazai, a fellow Sith and close confidant, was always commenting on Jenova’s absence of a blade. Perhaps this sword would prove useful.

“The items here,” Jenova spoke up, glancing towards Cyzyn for confirmation, “What will happen to them now?” She partly expected them to be seized by the Empire and distributed out amongst the ranks. If so, the amazon knew a couple of things she’d like to claim.

@Darasuum

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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The reptilian walked over to the droids and plugged into them with a data pad. He made sure they were programmed to simply follow their masters commands but to be on the safe side he got a restraining bolt and fastened one to each of them. Then, activating them, he had them begin loading the infuser and other lesser equipment. Jenova seemed in awe, never having earned what she had killed. The dead had no need for their belonings. Her query made him respond in a matter-of-fact fashion. "This is our venture. You keep what you kill, Miss Savas. Take what you desire, save for the infuser." He already knew judging by her reaction that once the job was done she would want the Duchess as well as the vibro sword. Cyzyn-Itza-Rus had amassed enough firepower to supply an army of his own. He had actualy literally amassed an army of his own thus far.

"After this we will travel to a special place. I think it is important for you to see what we have started there." The man raised a clawed hand and lifted half a dozen boxes, guiding them into the back of the speeder, fitting them nicely into organized stacks. "If you wish to take something from the bodies of the fallen I suggest you do so now." He said indicating the corpses of the criminals outside that they had slain. They may have had armor, weapons or even coin on them. The Tiss'shar wondered if he would enjoy a snack and eat one of them but decided against it.

@Esther Nyx​

 

[Jenova Savas]

Pleased with the prospect of reaping her own plunder, Jenova took another cautionary glance over the warehouse's content. The blade and speeder were her top priority but now she wished to indulge her more greedy notions of entitlement. Like a delighted child, she scoured the shelves for ranges of prizes, tossing them into a small crate for easier transport. But she ensured she was quick about it, unwilling to make the reptilian wait too long whilst she scavenged for items. She may even claim one of those droids. They were always handy to acquire, especially when it came to translating and other menial tasks.

And Jenova had no qualms with taking from the dead; in fact, it was a Noghri custom, a victor was expected to procure a trophy from a fallen adversary. It was a sign, a symbol of success. Some may find the act distasteful, dishonourable even, but the hybrid was more than accustomed to practically of life. Indeed, the dead had no use for such tools and if they were left then they'd only be scavenged latter by lesser vermin. Whilst Jenova might have any personal use for a blaster or thermal denotator, she could utilize them later, one way or another.

Sensing it was time to depart was fast approaching, Jenova concluded her scouring. Cyzyn had mentioned something about visiting a special place, it appeared he wanted to show her something. Ever the more curious, the green lady signalled she was ready to depart. She had her plunder and was rather content with the assignments success. She still had much to learn, methods and actions to consider, but for now Jenova was achieved the objective. The warehouse was taken, the guards done away with, and the infusers (among over things) claimed in the name of the Sith.

Reclining on the lush cushioned interior, and waiting for Cyzyn to do the same, Jenova patiently await for the droids to their piloting procedure. Time to take the Duchess for a test drive...

@Darasuum

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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There was not a great rush for the Tiss'shar. The worst case was that other degenerates arrived at the warehouse and the two sith would have to dispatch them. But Jenova moved along well enough. Cyzyn had one of the droids take the controls of the speeder and act as a chauffer. The other two droids would earn a spot along with the other cargo while the two sith sat in comfort. The speeder would take off, gaining speed quickly. Soon they were in the sky of Eriadu, avoiding all of the unpleasant smog and headed back towards the cargo company that Cyzyn and Darth Malos had procured back when he was just a simple exile apprentice. The company had served them well so far and would be able to transport the speeder to any planet Jenova wanted as well as the equipment if it warranted more cargo space than what was in his ship. Afterwards the two would head to D'Qar and she would have her eyes opened to the world founded by the Dread Council.

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@Esther Nyx​