"I wouldn't mind letting you have her all to yourself for a day. After you've given me excellent results." Vizelle grins, "Alexandros, watch her. And if you want, feel free to make this place your own." She said as she turns around, "Now then, I think it's time to watch a massacre." She heads out to where the imperial army was gathering.
"I wouldn't mind letting you have her all to yourself for a day. After you've given me excellent results." Vizelle grins, "Alexandros, watch her. And if you want, feel free to make this place your own." She said as she turns around, "Now then, I think it's time to watch a massacre." She heads out to where the imperial army was gathering.
Heading out to the parade ground, she sees multiple battalions, along with tanks, ready for battle. "Councilor." Turning, Vizelle sees a grizzled general.
"Ready to give those traitor bastards hell?" He grins, sticking a xenos cigar in his mouth.
"I'm sure. I don't betray my friends." He nods up at her. They sit quietly for a few moments, before Carius looks at her again. "I hate to ask after all you've done, but I need your services again." Looking down, she sees that the emperor is rock hard through his trousers.
"I'm sure. I don't betray my friends." He nods up at her. They sit quietly for a few moments, before Carius looks at her again. "I hate to ask after all you've done, but I need your services again." Looking down, she sees that the emperor is rock hard through his trousers.
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"Ready to give those traitor bastards hell?" He grins, sticking a xenos cigar in his mouth.
"Still waiting for my scout reports. If they tried to whack the emperor, they might have an ambush up their sleeves. My mem are ready to die, but it'd be best to avoid that if possible." He says.
"Still waiting for my scout reports. If they tried to whack the emperor, they might have an ambush up their sleeves. My mem are ready to die, but it'd be best to avoid that if possible." He says.
The scouts return before too long, reporting on a series of booby traps and hidden strongpoints on the way to Markus' base. With the information in hand, the general confers with his officers, orders an assault.
Tanks and soldiers surge forward, and even with foreknowledge of enemy positions, it doesn't change the fact that they're marching into a kill zone. The battle is long and bloody, whole streets turned into killing fields, but slowly the tide turns in favour of the better armed and prepared Imperial forces.
As the Cold Moon forces begin to break, Vizelle spots a figure leaping through the air on mechanical legs, heading for the command post where she and the general overlook the battle: Markus himself.
Markus lands on an officer, crushing them underfoot, before shooting another two and cleaving one in half with a brutish looking blade. "You!" He looks at Vizelle, face a mask of fury. "You did this!"
The scouts return before too long, reporting on a series of booby traps and hidden strongpoints on the way to Markus' base. With the information in hand, the general confers with his officers, orders an assault.
Tanks and soldiers surge forward, and even with foreknowledge of enemy positions, it doesn't change the fact that they're marching into a kill zone. The battle is long and bloody, whole streets turned into killing fields, but slowly the tide turns in favour of the better armed and prepared Imperial forces.
As the Cold Moon forces begin to break, Vizelle spots a figure leaping through the air on mechanical legs, heading for the command post where she and the general overlook the battle: Markus himself.
Markus lands on an officer, crushing them underfoot, before shooting another two and cleaving one in half with a brutish looking blade. "You!" He looks at Vizelle, face a mask of fury. "You did this!"
"Oho? My, my. How frightening." Vizelle hummed as she spotted Marcus rushing toward them. If only you weren't a mindless brute, I would have loved to have you as my very own soldier. She thought to herself, grinning as starts charging up her own psionic energy. Can't risk him saying too much, so a quick death will have to do. She grins, as Marcus lands right in front of them. "No, no. You did this to your selves." The sorceress replied, using her psionic to create a concentrated beam of lighting, firing it right on the gangster's chest.
Ahn arrives not too long after, dressed in a gown that does little more to hide her body than the swimsuit did. "Thank you for inviting me." She smiles. If she objects to the fact that Bec's in the room, she doesn't show it.
“Lady Ahn, it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person.” Eanne greeted the noblewoman with a friendly smile. “Thank you for accepting my invitation. This way, please.” She led her guest to where they would have lunch together.
“I must say, you look stunning in that dress,” Eanne complimented her guest once both of them were seated. “How are things with you? Everything alright?” She asked politely as she examined the woman.
"Oho? My, my. How frightening." Vizelle hummed as she spotted Marcus rushing toward them. If only you weren't a mindless brute, I would have loved to have you as my very own soldier. She thought to herself, grinning as starts charging up her own psionic energy. Can't risk him saying too much, so a quick death will have to do. She grins, as Marcus lands right in front of them. "No, no. You did this to your selves." The sorceress replied, using her psionic to create a concentrated beam of lighting, firing it right on the gangster's chest.
Vizelle feels a rush of power as her lightning leaves her body, bolts racing through the air before they hit the madman's chest and do...nothing. Rushing forward, Markus grins and raises his blade.
The general steps between them, firing his sidearm, but it's clear that though he's a good shot, the rounds do little to Markus but piss him off, and a scything blow takes away the general's gun arm.
As the general falls to the ground, Vizelle feels the air forced out of her lungs, as a mechanical leg slams into her stomach and knocks her to the ground. "Think you're so clever, eh? Killing my men? Turning my lieutenants? Framing me? We'll see how clever you are without a head." Contemptuously, he steps over her and raises his blade.
“Lady Ahn, it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person.” Eanne greeted the noblewoman with a friendly smile. “Thank you for accepting my invitation. This way, please.” She led her guest to where they would have lunch together.
“I must say, you look stunning in that dress,” Eanne complimented her guest once both of them were seated. “How are things with you? Everything alright?” She asked politely as she examined the woman.
Eanne raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? You're making me curious. Please, tell me more.” She requested, part of her worried that the woman was just stalling for time until some sort of plan was put into action.
Eanne raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? You're making me curious. Please, tell me more.” She requested, part of her worried that the woman was just stalling for time until some sort of plan was put into action.
Penelope arrives, pouring drinks, before Ahn starts. "Well, to be perfectly honest... I'm responsible for the attempt on your life." She takes a sip. "And now I'm sitting in the middle of your ship, with your bodyguard looking like she wants to tear my throat out, so you can see why I'm a little nervous." She chuckles.
