"He hasn't let us down yet. And I doubt he'd start pissing off two of his contacts." Eve replied, just as the quiet station seemed to tense up. Followed by the rows of stormtroopers, and even death troopers running out of the ship. Followed by an overweight officer, who she immediately realizes was staring at her. "Looks like he's here." She whispers to Valentija, once the general neared, Eve stands in front of him. "I take it you're the contact?" She asked, lacking the polite tone of everyone else that greeted the obese officer when he landed.
The general's eyes seem to bore into Eve as the fat man stares at her, but unlike most men, there's more than lust in his expression. Well, Eve certainly detects plenty of lust, too, but there's something else, something more intense. "General Evir Derricote." He says excitedly in a high pitched voice, before taking her delicate hands in his pudgy paws and raising her knuckles to his lips. "You are...spectacular, Eve. Truly, you're beyond exquisite. I'm so glad we finally get to meet in person." He smiles. "Uh, do you know this guy?" Valentija says in confusion. "I can explain all." Derricote says. "But perhaps we should go somewhere private instead of having this conversation in front of the garrison?"
Eve makes sure to save his name in her memory, already she knew this man had his fingers in all sorts of corrupt dealing. But to her surprise, he suddenly takes her gloved hand, and kisses her knuckle. "Gh." She groans, eyes going wide at how friendly he was acting. "You know who I am?" She asked, even as Garindan already said how he was looking for her. "No I don't know who he is, but I agree. We should take this somewhere private." She replies, looking around to see all eyes were on them. "Valentija, you can stay by the ship, if you're feeling uncomfortable."
"I'm not sure I should leave you alone with this guy. Who knows what his intentions are? I wouldn't want you getting hurt." The blonde narrows her eyes, as the general smiles. "I'd never dream of harming even a hair on Eve's perfect head. Not ever!" He says boistorously. "...Maybe I should keep the ship warm." Valentija says suspiciously, before pulling Eve in for a hug, subtly slipping a communicator between her partner's cleavage. "Call me if you're in trouble and I'll come in guns blazing." She whispers, before leaving. The general and his guard lead Eve to the nearby Imperial headquarters, taking an elevator to the top floor, where the commander has surrendered his office. "Spotchka? Keshian Spiced Milk? Something stronger?" The fat man offers, raiding the commander's drinks cabinet. "You know, I hope, the circumstances of your...birth?" His tone shifts to indicate that he's aware that she wasn't born in the traditional sense.
Eve nods, "Thanks, but I can handle him... and a few death troopers if things get hairy." She whispers, while the commander can get a front row seat of their large breasts pressing against each other. Until the blonde moves away. Eve follows behind, a bit surprised that someone this... out of shape was so high up in the empire's ranks. And once they were alone, "I'm fine, thank you." The android declines the drink offer, until he mentions her birth. Eve glares at him behind her blindfold, "So you do know about me. What is this about then? Are you here to recover me?" She instinctively brings her gloved hand toward the hilt of her blade.
"Know about you?" He chuckles. "I was the head of the project that created you - you could say that I'm as much responsible for your existence as your maker was." He takes a seat at the commander's desk, pouring himself a drink. "I was actually rather hoping you'd come in of your own volition."
"What!?" Eve gasped, "You... then you're also responsible for the death of my creator!" She exclaimed, watching him take a seat, and grabbing a drink. His next words made the android react, "Why would I do that? I have no ties with the empire, better yet... what's stopping me from killing you right here?" She asked in a threatening tone. Still holding onto her blade, and keeping her senses up to make sure she wouldn't get ambushed.
"Your creator was greedy." The fat man doesn't react to her threat, sipping at his drink as he looks at her. "He wanted to steal you away, to keep you as his obedient sex slave and wife, while the billions, billions of credits that went into funding you and your predecessors went to waste." He shakes his head. "As for why you'd join the Empire, I ask: Why not? It's what you were created for - to hunt down the scum of the galaxy. Criminals, murderers, anarchists, troublemakers." His eyes fix on hers. "Rebels." The fat man shrugs. "Like I said - I won't harm you. For all your creator's failings, he truly did create something perfect." He stares admiringly at her.
"Khhh." Eve groans after hearing what her creator wanted, That's exactly what Morella said too... She recalls the words of the imperial force user. But as Derricote spoke, "So you want me to hunt rebels, while looking away at the imperial's wrongdoings then?" She growled, "No thanks, I'm quite fine being neutral. That way I can go after anyone who commits injustice." The android replied, shuddering a bit as he stares at her. "Is that all you wanted to meet me for?"
Isabia always feel like angel of death when she fly on basilisk, knowing that weapon is her heirloom and sometimes Isabia just use it to forget about her worries and problems. Holly city of warriors sounds to her little like place of special ceremony of mandalorians, but she can't remember right now too much details. "Hmm... It looks like a we have company." Isabia said looking at two skiffs one above her and one under her. "I doubt that they are security, because they didn't try to contact with us. Get ready for battle Vetrik and watch my back." She said to her companion rising shield of the ship and taking aim on the skiff with harpoon launcher, to eliminate one of them as soon as possible.
Isabia's intuition proves correct, with the raiders having seemingly little intention of taking prisoners. As she guides the basilisk backwards and into weapons range, she spots the harpoon weapon being levelled in her direction. Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: 60+20 (Basilisk War Droid)+10 (Skill) Pirate Skiff 1: 58 Pirate Skiff 2: 99 Basilisk Damage: 9-10 (Shields) The harpoon skiff darts niftly out of the way as Isabia opens fire with the main and secondary guns, escaping unscathed. The other skiff, however, isn't so lucky. Taking several direct hits, it explodes violently in the air, hunks of burning metal falling to the frozen ground far below. The harpoon gun opens fire, but due to the angle, the projectile can only skid off the deflector shield. The harpoon, attached to a thick cord, retracts, ready to be fired again.
Isabia laughed when skiff exploded after direct hit. Yes, it was cool to fight again. "One annoying bird less, let's take down his partner." She said as scanners inform her about hit in shield of basilisk. Isabia take aim on the last skiff, to finish him.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Isabia: 31+30 Vetrik: 71+10 (DC17m) Pirate Skiff: 99 Basilisk Damage: 68-10 (armor)-10 (Shields) "Look ou-" Vetrik shouts, before a rocket fired from one of the raiders on the skiff slams into the basilisk's shields, the craft rocking violently and nearly sending the young man plummeting to his death, as the shields shimmer. The boy opens fire with his commando blaster, a spray of blue bolts slamming into the rocketeer and sending him and his weapon falling to the abyss. As the shields shimmer, however, the harpoon man opens fire, his projectile careening through the shields, sharp hooks digging into the armor of the ancient weapon. Tethered to the skiff, Isabia has a hard time piloting, and to make things worse, sparks begin to fly from where the harpoon has dug in.
Isabia hold harder on rudder, trying to regain control of the ship. "Luckly they didn't use harpoon with some rocket, that would be troublesome. Take rudder Vetrik, I have to make personal chat with them." She said steping out of her set and jumping in the air, using her jetpack to fly in oposite direction to skiff and use her sonic granate to clear board of the crew.
"What?" Vetrik shouts in surprise as Isabia leaves the basilisk, the droid powering down for a moment before its antigrav generators kick in to keep it floating. Now dead weight, the basilisk starts to drag the skiff, too heavy to carry easily. They're now directly above the ancient city, and as the basilisk holds it down, the skiff slams into the heavy barrier wall, the pilot only just managing to turn the craft and let it bounce off the wall roughly rather than crashing into it outright. With the rocket man dead, five pirates remain on the skiff, though one is still at the controls, while another works the harpoon, trying to keep the basilisk from crashing into a ruined building and dragging the skiff to its doom, meaning that only three can actually fight. Spoiler: Throw Roll D100: 67 The sonic grenade clatters onto the floor of the skiff, rolling as the pilot turns, before detonating just as it falls off. The pilot, harpoonist and two of the combatants scream and clasp hands over their ears, before Isabia has to dodge out of the way, the skiff crashing through a window and onto an upper floor of some sort of old office building, slamming through a pillar before coming to a rest in a cloud of dust. Outside, the basilisk hangs against the side of the building, still attached to the skiff. As Isabia lands in the office building, she feels the old floor swaying, unstable in the wake of the crash. Before she can do anything, however, she hears a blood curdling scream. A naked human climbs from the wreckage, body marked by countless war tattoos, as he holds up two Gammorean axes. He leaps from the fallen craft, swinging his axes towards the Mandalorian,
Isabia sometimes act faster than thinking about effects of her decisions. Maybe she should tell Vetrik about possibly of her jumping of the ship. Well, better to make note for the future. Anyway, Isabia was proud of herself as skiff with pirates crash down on the ground, that was spectacular! Now, she has to cut rope from basilisk to free ship and... "Next one eager to meet his ancestors." She managed to said as naked mad men jumped on her with war cry. Isabia take her blaster on stun waves and shoot to him.
"The Empire is the supreme authority in the galaxy. It has no wrongdoings." The fat man scoffs. "Hmpf, fine, if that's your decision. There was one other thing, though... I might not want to risk you by taking you against your will, but the Empire is a big institution, and you are technically Imperial property. Others may not be so sensitive. I could help keep your file away from any ambitious officers, however."
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: The raider raises the flat of his axes, the stun ring colliding uselessly with the metal, and then he's on their. Yelling, snarling like an animal, the man attacks her, his axes sparking as they slam into her beskar armor. Though the blades aren't sharp enough to get through such superlative protection, the sheer force sends Isabia backwards, towards the giant hole in the wall, and the forty floor drop below.
"And that's exactly why I'm not inclined to join you. You say it has no wrongdoings, and yet I've already seen corrupt officers placed in the bounty board." Eve replied, still glaring. But as Derricote seems to hold back on forcing her, she removes her gloved hand from the hilt of her sword. "My files? I thought I was part of a secret project." She asked, yet as the fat bastard finished speaking. Of course he couldn't resist. Eve thinks to herself, "Fine, what do you want in return?" She plays coy, despite having an idea of what he wants.
Isabia gasp as slam of the raider, as he send her backward. "Damit, it is getting more intresting." She said to herself, smiling on the fearless warrior. She steped from the hole and take wibroblade. "Let's do it in old good melee." She said as she attack his double axes, with her own blade, aiming to cut off his hand.
