07-19-2017, 12:05 AM
It wasn’t long before Trixie was aware that her rifle wasn’t going to be the tool for the job. Seventeen was covering his commander as she continuously drained energy clip after energy clip into their target, but it was to no avail. Whoever she was, she was exceptionally skilled at lightsaber defense. Trixie halted her forward movement just as the last burst of laser fire escaped the barrel of her rifle. The smoking gun, as it were, was red hot from being continuously fired. The number of convicts had dwindled from the visual scope of her HUD, but that cursed Jedi who stood before the Sith mistress remained.
“Tch.”
Trixie removed the empty cartridge from the bottom of her rifle and tossed it onto the ground. Lifting the barrel of the rifle to the ceiling she rested the weapon in her right arm while simultaneously disengaging the lock around her helmet. Sliding her trooper headgear off, Trixie let her red hair fall from its bun onto her breastplate. Narrowing her pink eyes, she took stock of the Jedi who now stood mere feet away.
“Jedi Master Aurora Morvant. The Empire has had you on its most wanted list for years.” Trixie smirked.
“Hiding in plain sight? Very clever.”
The fighting ceased as Morvant raised one of her sabers. Seventeen withdrew to his noncom and stood at her six, ready to fire.
“It’s been a long time since there’s been any Sith dogs on Coruscant. At least one worth noting of. You may think yourself a soldier, but you’re Sith. You will always be Sith, and no matter how hard you try to change that fact it will always remain true.” The Jedi tightened her grip on the sabers she was wielding, her knuckles turning white.
“Pretty hateful talk…for a Jedi.” Trixie’s words were laced with condescension.
Morvant wasted no time making the first move, she had jumped forward and was upon Trixie within seconds.
Perfect.
Mistress Zulenka, in one fluid motion, leaned forward and kicked Seventeen back to safety whilst dropping her helmet and rifle to the floor. Bringing up both hands she caught each saber inside a Close Quarters Shield as they came in to take her head. Pushing outward Trixie stepped forward and planted a firm snap kick to the woman’s’ chest. Stumbling backward the Jedi Master watched as Trixie cracked her neck and drew her saber, igniting the red blade which outshined both of her blue ones combined.
“You picked the wrong person to call a dog, Jedi.”
Trixie spun around on the balls of her feet, the red blade twirling in a solid block of color along with her flowing red hair. Rotating the saber counter-clock-wise around her side she brought the blade down upon two crossed blue beams of energy. Jedi Master Morvant dropped to one knee as the strength of the Sith Warrior came to bear. Beatrix could not see Aurora’s face through her helmet, but her features had adopted a look of concern. She had been a High Council Member and here she was, being bested by some Sith dog within a matter of moments.
A grin snuck its way onto Trixie’s face as she twisted her blade, progressing ever downward towards her mark. Switching her footing the Agent of Diablo kicked her heel into the floor, telekinetically pushing the Jedi Master onto her back. Without hesitation Master Morvant rolled back over her head and was on her feet again, sabers ignited and crossed in front of her. With a flick of her wrist the redheaded mistress deactivated her lightsaber, which made Seventeen change his focus back to his noncom. With quick brush of her hand, Zulenka pushed hair out of her eyes and turned around, making her way back to her helmet.
Morvant took this opportunity to strike. She pushed off the ground, with the low roar of force energy, and raised both lightsabers above her head. Android 17 shifted his aim to cover her, but the look in her eyes made him stand down. With a firm kick Trixie lifted the helmet into the air whilst dropping forward. As Jedi Master Aurora came into range the mistress recoiled her legs and planted both onto the woman’s chest armor for a powerful donkey kick. As Morvant collided into the opposite wall Zulenka rolled onto her back and sat up to catch her helmet. Sliding it over her head the systems inside the piece of hardware booted up and restored her visual senses. Almost immediately the heads-up display locked onto her target and began pulling up known warrants and information on a Jedi Master by the name of Aurora Morvant.
Wanted for collusion with known rebel agents. Murder of Imperial Officials. Crimes against Sith Culture.
Aurora pulled herself from the wall where she had been thrown. Most of her crew had been killed and the 13th Legion had arrived in full force. She could escape, but only if she killed this Sith dog and her puppet.
“Staff Sergeant, this is Lieutenant Skleros of the 13th. My men are beginning their assault.”
Trixie ignored the radio chatter and switched to the private channel between her and Seventeen. Reaching down to her utility belt she unclasped the buckle and dropped it to the floor. As she turned around to face the Jedi before her a new weapon slid down from her wrist and into her hand. The hilt of a weapon she hadn’t used in years.
The Darksaber ignited.
It’s shrill unique sound clashing around the room. Before Morvant could react, the redhead was upon her. Sweeping the Jedi’s feet out from under her, Trixie brought the blade down vertically upon the woman’s chest. Before the blade could make contact Master Morvant had thrown Zulenka off and was recovering her fallen weapons. Reigniting both sabers the follower of the Light side furrowed her brow behind the helmet she was wearing. This fight was taking too long. Pushing off the wall behind her Aurora met Trixie head on. The two clashed for what seemed like ages. Seventeen could only pick off stragglers as they sought to interrupt the fight and answer the Lieutenant. As the two warriors clashed, Zulenka finally found an opening as her Jedi opponent began to tire. Thrusting her saber into the woman’s guard she rotated the blade and moved to her right, pulling the blade with her. Morvant dropped to her knees in agony as her severed right arm fell to the floor. With another quick twirl of the Darksaber Trixie had severed the left hand of her opponent as well.
The stunned, incapacitated Jedi knelt there watching the Sith dog who had just dealt the winning blow stroll over to her belt and remove a small, hellish colored disc. Thumbing the small device Zulenka made her way back over to her wounded foe and ripped the stolen helmet from her head. Grabbing a fistful of the woman’s hair she tilted her head back and looked her in the eyes.
“Give the Lord of Terror my regards.”
In an act of cruelty Trixie jammed the banishing circle down her opponents’ throat and activated it before sending a telekinetic blast to her chest, forcing Jedi Master Morvant to collide into the wall behind her. As the circle activated the fallen warrior clawed at her throat, obviously choking, as beams of red and black energy poured from her mouth and eyes. As the portal to the Underverse opened Trixie could feel nothing but a deep sense of comfort that it wasn’t her being sent this time. She watched as the portal ripped apart the Jedi Master bit by bit, consuming her physical form until it was gone and the gateway to Diablo’s realm was sealed once again.
You have your target, master.
“Tch.”
Trixie removed the empty cartridge from the bottom of her rifle and tossed it onto the ground. Lifting the barrel of the rifle to the ceiling she rested the weapon in her right arm while simultaneously disengaging the lock around her helmet. Sliding her trooper headgear off, Trixie let her red hair fall from its bun onto her breastplate. Narrowing her pink eyes, she took stock of the Jedi who now stood mere feet away.
“Jedi Master Aurora Morvant. The Empire has had you on its most wanted list for years.” Trixie smirked.
“Hiding in plain sight? Very clever.”
The fighting ceased as Morvant raised one of her sabers. Seventeen withdrew to his noncom and stood at her six, ready to fire.
“It’s been a long time since there’s been any Sith dogs on Coruscant. At least one worth noting of. You may think yourself a soldier, but you’re Sith. You will always be Sith, and no matter how hard you try to change that fact it will always remain true.” The Jedi tightened her grip on the sabers she was wielding, her knuckles turning white.
“Pretty hateful talk…for a Jedi.” Trixie’s words were laced with condescension.
Morvant wasted no time making the first move, she had jumped forward and was upon Trixie within seconds.
Perfect.
Mistress Zulenka, in one fluid motion, leaned forward and kicked Seventeen back to safety whilst dropping her helmet and rifle to the floor. Bringing up both hands she caught each saber inside a Close Quarters Shield as they came in to take her head. Pushing outward Trixie stepped forward and planted a firm snap kick to the woman’s’ chest. Stumbling backward the Jedi Master watched as Trixie cracked her neck and drew her saber, igniting the red blade which outshined both of her blue ones combined.
“You picked the wrong person to call a dog, Jedi.”
Trixie spun around on the balls of her feet, the red blade twirling in a solid block of color along with her flowing red hair. Rotating the saber counter-clock-wise around her side she brought the blade down upon two crossed blue beams of energy. Jedi Master Morvant dropped to one knee as the strength of the Sith Warrior came to bear. Beatrix could not see Aurora’s face through her helmet, but her features had adopted a look of concern. She had been a High Council Member and here she was, being bested by some Sith dog within a matter of moments.
A grin snuck its way onto Trixie’s face as she twisted her blade, progressing ever downward towards her mark. Switching her footing the Agent of Diablo kicked her heel into the floor, telekinetically pushing the Jedi Master onto her back. Without hesitation Master Morvant rolled back over her head and was on her feet again, sabers ignited and crossed in front of her. With a flick of her wrist the redheaded mistress deactivated her lightsaber, which made Seventeen change his focus back to his noncom. With quick brush of her hand, Zulenka pushed hair out of her eyes and turned around, making her way back to her helmet.
Morvant took this opportunity to strike. She pushed off the ground, with the low roar of force energy, and raised both lightsabers above her head. Android 17 shifted his aim to cover her, but the look in her eyes made him stand down. With a firm kick Trixie lifted the helmet into the air whilst dropping forward. As Jedi Master Aurora came into range the mistress recoiled her legs and planted both onto the woman’s chest armor for a powerful donkey kick. As Morvant collided into the opposite wall Zulenka rolled onto her back and sat up to catch her helmet. Sliding it over her head the systems inside the piece of hardware booted up and restored her visual senses. Almost immediately the heads-up display locked onto her target and began pulling up known warrants and information on a Jedi Master by the name of Aurora Morvant.
Wanted for collusion with known rebel agents. Murder of Imperial Officials. Crimes against Sith Culture.
Aurora pulled herself from the wall where she had been thrown. Most of her crew had been killed and the 13th Legion had arrived in full force. She could escape, but only if she killed this Sith dog and her puppet.
“Staff Sergeant, this is Lieutenant Skleros of the 13th. My men are beginning their assault.”
Trixie ignored the radio chatter and switched to the private channel between her and Seventeen. Reaching down to her utility belt she unclasped the buckle and dropped it to the floor. As she turned around to face the Jedi before her a new weapon slid down from her wrist and into her hand. The hilt of a weapon she hadn’t used in years.
The Darksaber ignited.
It’s shrill unique sound clashing around the room. Before Morvant could react, the redhead was upon her. Sweeping the Jedi’s feet out from under her, Trixie brought the blade down vertically upon the woman’s chest. Before the blade could make contact Master Morvant had thrown Zulenka off and was recovering her fallen weapons. Reigniting both sabers the follower of the Light side furrowed her brow behind the helmet she was wearing. This fight was taking too long. Pushing off the wall behind her Aurora met Trixie head on. The two clashed for what seemed like ages. Seventeen could only pick off stragglers as they sought to interrupt the fight and answer the Lieutenant. As the two warriors clashed, Zulenka finally found an opening as her Jedi opponent began to tire. Thrusting her saber into the woman’s guard she rotated the blade and moved to her right, pulling the blade with her. Morvant dropped to her knees in agony as her severed right arm fell to the floor. With another quick twirl of the Darksaber Trixie had severed the left hand of her opponent as well.
The stunned, incapacitated Jedi knelt there watching the Sith dog who had just dealt the winning blow stroll over to her belt and remove a small, hellish colored disc. Thumbing the small device Zulenka made her way back over to her wounded foe and ripped the stolen helmet from her head. Grabbing a fistful of the woman’s hair she tilted her head back and looked her in the eyes.
“Give the Lord of Terror my regards.”
In an act of cruelty Trixie jammed the banishing circle down her opponents’ throat and activated it before sending a telekinetic blast to her chest, forcing Jedi Master Morvant to collide into the wall behind her. As the circle activated the fallen warrior clawed at her throat, obviously choking, as beams of red and black energy poured from her mouth and eyes. As the portal to the Underverse opened Trixie could feel nothing but a deep sense of comfort that it wasn’t her being sent this time. She watched as the portal ripped apart the Jedi Master bit by bit, consuming her physical form until it was gone and the gateway to Diablo’s realm was sealed once again.
You have your target, master.
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