An Eye For An Eye ((closed rp Mandrayk and Violet))

He sits at the head of a battered table, an aged, frail, white haired human with dark sunken, bitter eyes. Atop his ‘throne’, entombed from the waist down, the support chair housing various devices monitor and maintain his health. He gazes with his sunken eyes. The man had seen much in his time, far too much. He glares his thoughts his own, the low hum of his support chair the only sound in the darkened room. His mind casts back with bitterness to the reason of his presence with this scum, him the last member of the once great Mortis family line reduced to this. His aged lips peeled back in a snarl, his knuckles whitened as he clasped the armrests of the chair.

A figure stood in the dim light, he wore strange formal clothing, fine black trousers, a formal shirt and waistcoat. A knee length jacket hangs loosely over his shoulders, the material a richer shade of red. Upon his hands are fine gloves. Upon his feet, fine lace-less boots. A wide brim hat casts a shadow over his features, but a smirk is clearly visible, the lips slightly parted revealing the points of sharp sculpted teeth. A low chuckle can be heard, it grows, and becomes echoing laughter as he leaves, payment in hand. Leaving the man alone with his thoughts and his hate.

Leaning over the rail of the sky bridge, looking down the skyscrapers onto the tiny shapes of speeders buzzing past like tiny little insects. Violet reached for one trying to pluck it out of the mass, failing of course as the distance was hundreds of meters. The warm sun was blazing between the towering structures all but covering the horizon, and the warm oxygen-starved air made her feel drowsy. The soft breeze was playing with her hair but Violet disregarded it, up here she was alone, above the billions of people droning about in the gigantic hive and therefore also above the teasing of the wind.

She'd been up since sunrise, Lord Mandrayk had ordered her to meet him on this crossing between spires thousands of meters into the air. Thick grey clouds were travelling in from the east, drawing a blanket of shadows over the Vertax Sector but this was not within Violet's scope of attention. The young assassin's gaze was upon the great fall before her and her mind was consumed by thoughts of just that one sensation, falling. Oh what would it be like to just climb that rail and give in to gravity, to sore through the sky like a hawk diving for it's pray. But Violet restrained herself taking a step back, spinning and looking for something else of interest. She wasn't sure about the time so she might yet have hours to wait.

Turning against the wind she held her hair back with her hand as she wondered what need Lord Mandrayk had of her this time. Violet covered her mouth with her free hand as she failed to hold in a yawn and went on to brush the dust out of her eyes. She had come well prepared with a blaster, knives, cutting tools and various powders both poisonous and explosive. On her right wrist was her shield and stealth field generator and under the dark clothes she wore as always the thin metal necklace. She traced it's outline with her fingertips quietly wondering where it's brothers and sisters were.

The elevator to her right made a sound and even before the doors had parted Violet had her blaster aimed at it, her hand was perfectly steady.

Mandrayk stood in the elevator, he wore his usual formal attire currently adorning his latest attire, the knee length jacket is draped over his shoulders his arms resting at his side hidden by the folds of the coat. His face is hidden under rim of his hat. Slowly he steps out of the elevator seemingly oblivious too Violet, he stops and stands for a moment a distance away form Violet, the winds catching the tails of his jacket causing it to flutter and weave around his legs. Slowly he raises his head exposing his face, the light catches the black lenses of his circular spectacles. He gazes at Violet, a small smile spreads across his face.

“I see my repairs were sufficient, I trust you have not experienced any problems or discomfort”

He chuckles slightly as slowly makes his way to her side and looks out over the landscape of skyscrapers.

In one quick, trained move Violet secured the gun and returned it to the holster at her hip. She followed up with the customary bow, watching as his black leather boots entered her field of vision. “No, Lord” she whispered in response and slowly, carefully glanced up at him as she straightened herself. His white-eyed gaze fell on the cityscape and Violet followed it as she moved to his side, her hands clasped together so he could see them clearly.

Mandrayk smirked slightly as Violet again addressed him as “Lord”, another element of her subjective and submissive behaviour. It was quite evident she had adopted him in essence as a ‘handler’ of sorts, far be it of him to discourage this of course. It was occasions like this that sparked his curiosity, she was an enigma, her creation a mystery worthy of exploration and further study. She was indeed a wonderful specimen. He had already begun his inquires, he had friends that did so adore a mystery. He turned slightly facing Violet, the light reflecting of the lenses of his ebony spectacles. He produces a data pad, and hands it over to her. Upon it are the pictures of 5 human males. However a small, skinny, skeletal specimen of a man with sharp features and fierce green eyes, it seems is the main focus. He gives her time too study them, next to each was medical information, naturally. He gestures with an elegant motion towards the elevator. “Shall we” he says with a smile, he continues to speak as they walk and as they begin to descend in the elevator.

“These fine gentlemen have invited us to dine with them this afternoon. I will be making proposal on behalf of a client who regrettable wont be able too attend. However” He adjusted his attire, slipping his long arm into the sleeves and adjusting the cravat that’s sits perfectly about his neck. He turns and lowers his head slightly allowing his eyes to peak over the rims of his spectacles. “If they don’t agree to the terms. I will simply snap my fingers” He raises his hand, fingers poised. A wicked smile spreads across his face “And if you would be so kind as to kill all within the room” He chuckles, it was so delightful being so blunt. With a snap of his fingers the elevator doors open. A portly man jumps in surprise at the two standing in the elevator; together they were an unusual pair. Mandrayk nods his head in greeting and passes by him and then begins to walk further into the city, they had a appointment to keep.

The streets were clean here at Sub-Level 4 of the Anvia Sector. Sunlight did not shine there more than a few hours a day, the gigantic skyscrapers that framed the walkway blocking the star's bright light until it neared it's zenith. Their way was instead illuminated by pulsating blue lanterns lining the streets and of course the light from the buildings nearby. Violet studied her surrounding is the sort of half-night she found herself in as she followed Mandrayk through the city. It wasn't cold, despite the lack of warming sunlight either it was the city's own warmth or there was some sort of heating system installed here, the Anvia Sector was after all one of the finest parts of the planet.

Security was pretty tight, so far they'd passed two guard patrols and they had both been heavily armed and armoured, drawing attention in these parts would be unwise. Lord Mandrayk had however told her to be ready to kill, which she of course always was, so a few things would be important when the time came. Dispatching all targets quickly and silently, the blaster was out question. Eliminating anyone likely to control an alarm system, in a restaurant this would be all of the staff unfortunately. Witnesses could be a problem should the sector get shut down and a quick escape would of course be necessary. Hardly an ideal situation but if it were there would be no need for Violet to be there. Her main concern was Lord Mandrayk's safety however, a restaurant left many possibilities for poison and the number of targets did pose a mild security risk in case they were armed but they'd likely to be dead before they got a chance to draw a weapon, likelihood of them wearing full combat armour in a restaurant was almost non-existent.

They entered another elevator this one that same calming sleek white that felt mildly claustrophobic, taking it down to Sub-Level 3. Violet leaned against the wall and relaxed. She was in a good mood today, she was needed, what more could she possibly ask for? The doors slid open and she pushed herself off the wall as Mandrayk exited into the blue-lit street.

Sublevel 3, fundamentally is regarded as street level the upper being reversed for various shipping docks and high scrappers seemingly crawling towards the sky as if in envy. Strange there architecture focused upon light so. If it shone to brightly they would reveal much in the shadows here, much indeed. Mandrayk stalks through the streets, violet in toe. The sub levels mostly contained lower scale offices, and services; restaurants, clothing outlets etc. He knows the route. They pass only a few people. Some simple office workers dressed in the uniform dull garb of their corporations, others in the equally dull ‘off work’ attire. In the foreground occasionally Security teams can be seen following well-trodden routes, two in each group, they paid the odd couple little attention. Privately funded they cared little for what didn’t concern those who paid their wages.

It appeared a simple tranquil business hive, the corridors bathed in liquid blue light, its structure curved and seemingly pure. Mandrayk couldn’t help but smile slightly, the irony was wonderful, he knew full well behind the scene this place was as sinful and sodden as any other place in the galaxy. There small walk only takes a few minutes; they soon come to a clean and well-maintained plaza. It is peaceful and sculpted in a way as to best catch the light, drawing focus to a small well catered garden, small saplings and flowers are delicately arranged there subtle fragrance hangs in the air. Here is where the contact would meet them. Mandrayk adjusted his hat surveying the area, the obvious suspicions came to mind but he pushed these aside his business here was clear he held the cards as it where, he was here as a representative and a unknown element at, that, no doubt unsettled them. He chuckles to himself, he had that effect on people it seemed. He examines some of the foliage easily identifying their breeds; none are of interest to him.

“Wait by this garden for a moment, A young Mirialan male by the name falaen will approach you, assuming you to be the contact. They have no information upon my appearance I am a third party in this matter. I wish to assess the man from a short distance to gage his reaction, one can’t be too careful these day.” He gives a light smile. It didn’t matter more it was he that would be the aggressor if the met did not go as his client wished, well to be precise violet would be the aggressor. Mandrayk did so despise getting his hands dirty unless the cause was of true value. “One can tell much from first impressions. After he addresses you, I will approach. He is our escort you might say to our luncheon appointment.” He gives another slight smile and then soon nestles in a far corner of the plaza. Surprisingly he easily blends in, despite his eccentric appearance nestled now as he is, in the corner of the plaza the limited shadows soon enwrapping him as if welcoming one of there own. A wicked sharp toothed smile soon disappearing from view.

Violet remained still as Mandrayk moved from her side to observe. His voice echoed in her head, fading slowly until only the faint memory of his orders remained with her. The garden was beautiful and calming in the blue light. She did not recognize any of the flowers and bent down to touch the petals of one that resembled a white lily, it was soft and smooth under her fingertips. A blue lantern at shoulder height hummed a few feet away. The sound of people walking by faded and there was calm. A shiver ran up her spine causing a mild spasm in the muscles along it's path, opening her mouth she felt the soft air scrape against her tongue as she inhaled.

Suddenly with perfect clarity she heard the rustling of grass and leaves behind her. Violet's eyes narrowed as she prepared herself.

“Excuse me...” a voice said and she snapped around her arms crossing as she spun, the left hand in her right sleeve and her right hand formed a claw and struck at the intruder's throat. Her left hand pulled out one of the small hidden knives and slashed left almost catching flesh with it's sharp tip. Instead it was her right hand that drew blood as she pushed her nails through the skin threatening his jugular and she moved in closer her face just under his. Her knife was pressed against the soft part just below his sternum angled upwards and the tip was pushed in just far enough so that the upper edge was lodged under it so no sudden movement could hinder a lethal thrust. Her blade was not long but she could from here just barely puncture both lung and heart if she pushed the blade all the way to it's handle. If not it would cause sufficient pain to incapacitate and death from internal bleeding would not be far away. Yet without knowing why she showed restraint. She looked curiously into his eyes tilting her head slowly trying to figure it out.

The man ceased to exist for a moment and she just stood there close enough so that onlookers could see neither her hand on his throat nor the blade against his chest as his form shadowed both. Her mind remained blank as to the reason for her mercy and so she studied the man's terrified face closely. She was mere inches from him and she saw nothing is his features that sparked memory. He was a Mirialan, young and his skin was a mild green. His markings were limited to a small cluster of triangles under his left eye. Mirialan... that sparked memory... and she almost remembered Mandrayk's words.

“Fal...” she knew it was something beginning with Fal...”Falean?” she mumbled softly capturing his wild eyes with her curious blue. He parted his lips to reply but could only make a coarse gasping sound and tried instead to nod. Violet raised herself on her toes so that their faces almost met and looked suspiciously into his eyes. The moment passed and her face went blank, her grip released and in one trained move the knife was returned to it's hidden sheath. She took as step back leaving room as the man fell to his knees. She looked at him with a mild curiosity tilting her head again as she watched him cover the small bleeding wound with his hands breathing heavily, his shoulders moving at a quick rhythm. With a soft sigh Violet's gaze returned to the garden as she licked her fingers clean.

This was…interesting. Mandrayk eyes widened as he nearly witnessed the ruination of his plans. That would have been. He closed his eyes he felt it, something writhing within he kept it in check…very unfavourable. Mandrayk abandoned his refuge, gliding across the Plaza, his jacket fluttering about his legs as he stalked to towards violet. His eyes set upon the spectacle before him.
Violet now laps at her fingers cleaning them like some bestial creature, it appeared her social ineptness was far greater they possibly could have imagined. Did he truly believe that ? No.in truth he cursed himself for not for seeing this. She was something… different.
A thought crept upon him. Why was she here? He eyed her as he approaches; illuminated in by blue likes set amongst the untainted garden she stands, distant, unreadable, her small pink tongue licking the crimson from her hands. Oblivious. Almost childlike. Full of wonderment and fancy. Why was she here? Why indeed. She had her uses, she was deadly that was undeniable. Why had he made such efforts to understand her? Could it of been a mere whim? Some passing fancy? Simple fun perhaps? For entrainment? No. That didn’t sound like him. Everything had its purpose. He chuckled lightly perhaps in his later years he was developing a sense of whimsy.
He slowed to an easily walk, gliding between the recovering Falean and his wonderfully complex companion. His gaze fell upon the man.
There was no sport here, no gain, he held nothing but contempt for these miserable wretches and there trivial conflicts. There was no challenge. They didn’t. They couldn’t. Understand. No one could. It was a strange thought; he was truly alone in that respect, he had always been. In truth he had grown weary, such activates as todays kill meant little to him. Alas though it was the tedious boredom of it all that pained him. Indeed it was this boredom that had driven him to the GTC, he found criminals delightful company. But alas it had been so long since he had truly encountered a personal challenge, so long since he truly tested himself to his limits. It meant nothing. They meant nothing, there deaths meant even less. Well a sizeable some of credits at least, and funding for his works would never go amiss.
A small smile spreads across his lips. They had there uses, everyone served a purpose.

“Pray, Falean, have you made a habit of stalking up upon young ladies like that.” Falean looked up the fright still in his eyes, quite wonderful display Mandrayk found. Mandrayk tilted his head forward and with a slightly nob of his head, his glasses slip slightly down his slim nose exposing his white eyes, they lock with Falean’s. He seems to flinch upon hearing Mandrayk voice looking up to find the strange man before him, accompanied by his brush with death this was doing little for his health.
“It’s quite a frightful habit, can lead to a somewhat undesirable reputation.”

Falean in shock simple stared back, there panic in his eyes. He slowly rises to his feet. “I….”
“Oh how rude of me allow me to introduce myself Vandrac Hallow.” The title he had adopted for this contact. He gives a slight smile and doffs his hate in greeting. This show of civility seemed to arouse Falean from his shock. He clears his throat and adjusts his suit flattening out the creases from his fall. He winces slightly as he adjusts his collar, small droplets of blood smearing at his touch.
“Well I…its…..well pleasure to meet you Mr Hallow” He offers his hand but noticing the blood retracts his hand, quickly clearly flustered he grasps a handkerchief from his pocket and try’s to wipe his hands clean and dabs at his throat, his eyes never stop moving between the strange pair.

“Who is…er….” He finally asks, while dabbing at his neck. Mandrayk raised an eyebrow.
“Hmm?” He turned his head as if noticing Violet for the first time. “Oh! This is Miss Talbard, my traveling companion. I trust you don’t object, one rarely gets to opportunity to dine in such places as this, pity to waste the occasion. Now, now we have wasted enough time as it is. No doubt our hosts are must anxious to get too business.” In truth Falean wished to pursue the issue, this so called companion had a grip like a vice. He had only been with the company for a short while and truth would like nothing better to see these dark time come to the end. Could she been some fancy bodyguard ? He had heard things about such people, exotic men and women usually ex-military. Well if she tried any of that rubbish she’d end up dead company security wouldn’t be as forgiving as he. He felt braver, he dabbed at the small wound and winced. Bitch!. He visible flinched as Violet moved as the thought passed his mind. She was just examining the petals of a white lotus. There was something wrong about her. He let out a sigh and looks back at Mandrayk. The sooner he gets back to security the better, she’d have to be searched he didn’t trust her or him for that matter, as far as he could throw them. He regains his courage once more. Clears his throat.
“Fellow me sir, madam”

The trio sets off, keeping to known patrol routes out of caution. They soon approach Halve Corp branch of the corridors the gardens open up and became more frequent and eventual stop outside a lobby. All set in white, sculptures lining the wall, a receptionist sits upon a large circular desk, she was expecting them. Guards, or rather hired mercenaries, stand either side dressed in Halve corporation security armour. Stark white with a blue left shoulder guard. Falean escorts the party, and secretly to his knowledge, gives a quick hand signal to two of the guards. A light flashed above the lobby doorway as they pass. A small in built low level scanner had picked up suspicious items. Two of the guards hold back and raises there weapons the other to approach forward hands on heavy blasters, one holding a grey tray.

“Security screening, please hand over any unlicensed items or weapons into the tray.” Comes from helmet vocalisers. The second guard holding a tray with one hand his other on the heavy blaster at his side. Though he addresses them all, the tray is firmly aimed at Violet. Falean turns a smug smile across his face. Some false sense of superiority no doubt. No doubt he was waiting for some reaction from Violet. He decided to take a different approach to this, it would be a good test of Violets abilities he did so adore a good show. See what she was capable of without her blades. Might as well try to get some kind of amusement from this venture he reasoned.

“Pray my dear, would you be so kind to place your blades and blaster in the tray please” Mandrayk said with a sigh, false impatiens leaden within, not that, the social lap dog would notice. Falean crossed his arms his ego swelling. maybe a little display of violets arsenal would unsettle him, he look far much better when he was afraid.

Violet eyed the two security guards carefully as she reached for her blaster, raising it slowly careful not to point it at anyone. She ejected the energy cell and gently placed both on the metal tray. Then it was time for the knives, gently Violet reached inside her coat for the blades hidden behind her back and fished them out with dexterous fingers placing the well balanced throwing knives on the tray. Next were the long vibroblades up her sleeve and finally the small stiletto hidden in her left boot. That was all she'd been ordered to hand over so she took a step back and let them scan her, the needles and poisons were safe and the device didn't make a sound.

She gave Falean a glance, his eyes were fixed on the tray of weapons and there was a hint of fear in his eyes still. Violet could almost taste it and licked her lips. Falean must have seen it as he looked up and took an involuntary step back as he swallowed, which in turn sent another spike of pain from his wounded throat. Violet felt a surge of adrenaline in response to his fear and the unbearable urge to realize the man's worst nightmares.

His terror was truly the sweetest thing, ah to see his entrails on the dark blue carpet to feel his blood on her hands. Falean saw that look in her eyes and felt the blood drain from his face as he gave the security guards a terrified look before quickly snapping is eyes back to Violet watching her carefully. Violet was only restrained by one thing and that was the presence of Lord Mandrayk and so she looked to him hoping that he'd give the command to kill.

The corner of Mandrayk’s lips raise into a smirk. He gaze fell on Violet, such a wonderful creature. A cold chuckle escapes his lips, the tips of his sharp teeth visible for a moment. The lick of lips. The fear in Falean’s eyes. Utterly delightful. The exchange of looks, he was truly afraid of her. Violets eyes locked, focused, hungry. Oh Violet, my little predator, she had chosen her prey it seemed. Mandrayk couldn’t deny the sense of power he gathered with Violet at his service. She was coiled, posed, ready to pounce. All he had to give was the word. Such a stark contrast, to the near ruination moments ago. Truly she was an enigma. It seemed that now it was only he that held this killer at bay. As if he held the leash of some bloodthirsty creature. Quite a delicious association. Though one couldn’t deny the current accuracy of such a remark. But the matter at hand draw Mandrayk’s from these pleasant thoughts. Strange looks were being exchanged between the un-helmeted trooper and Felean.

“Hmmm?” A look of innocence on his face he turns as if noticing the small pile of weaponry upon the tray. He slowly circles around to Violets side, standing behind her. “Oh don’t look so shocked, the term ‘don’t shoot the massager’ if something of a work ethic however I have found many others don’t respect such traditions." He lifts his slim fingered hand to her face as if to brush it affectionately instead his hands drifts down and he gently tugs at the neck line of her dark clothing rivalling a thin metal collar, tapping its slightly with his clawed finger. No doubt they had also detected with their little scanners, but it also this little display fitted rather with the facade he was portraying. He would rarely advertise his apparent fiscal control of Violet. “As such I have had to take certain…precautions for my own safety.” He leisurely releases the neck line and steps beside Violet once more. More looks were exchanged between the guard and Felean.

Sighing in forced impatience, in truth he was a incredibly patient individual it was trait he had developed and was something of a by product of his works. This show of contempt was something of a personal indulgence. “Now might we get back to business, we have a schedule to keep.” Titling his head slightly, the flare from the lights causing the lenses of his specials to glow an eerie blue. Accompanied with his predatory grin this was a somewhat disquieting site, accompanied by Miss Violet, Felean was beginning to feel quite, quite uneasy.

Still paled faced Felean gestures for the group to follow, as well as one of the guards. The weapons would be taking aside for now in security instil they left. Passing the circular desk they pass through sliding doors and venture further inwards. Felean leading, a well placed guard between him and Violet, light chime like music plays softly through the halls. At regular intervals small doors are visible each leading off into various private dining halls. Each varying in quality, for those that could afford such things. Mandrayk pondered this little s called business paradise, it had many admirable features. Laws and standards had been shaped accordingly. However naturally this meant certain agreements had been struck. Each corporation owned what part of the city, the Halve Corporation owning the eastern section. These corporations each held a seat at the commission, a small council which acted as the planetary government. Dedicated initially to corporate control this meant legislation had been implemented. This had led to the banning of all audio and visual surveillance equipment. This was to allow more, unorthodox, transaction to take place. Namely the place was heaven of privateering, weapons dealing and banking. Both Sith and Republic had ties here and it was because of this neutral business standing that it remained in such a secure position. Recorded security was considered, bad for business. This would work in their favour, there main concern upon exiting would be the security patrols and if all went well that would be relatively simple. In Feleans haste to ‘disarm’ Miss Violet, a task he had in fact failed, they had not noted a device Mandrayk had also brought that would aide wonderfully in that regard.

They stop after a short distance at a slightly larger door. They had bought one of the larger dining halls. The guard remains outside as the party enters. The space is grandly decorated, the theme of sculpture and light remains. Angled lamps and various the items simulates naturally light. There is a large circular table in the centre of the room, made of clear glass like material. Five human males sit about the table, each sat upon seats of the same material, padded out with lush purple cushions. Small bowl s were placed in front of them, the stains of part of a meal still remained. They had started without the guests, how rude he thought. A skinny, skeletal specimen of a man with sharp features and fierce green eyes, the main protagonist in this farce sat between the little gathering, a defiant smirk across his face. He was the master here. How amusing Mandrayk thought.

“Welcome Mr Hallow take a seat and we can get this pointless meeting over with.” The fierce green eyed man commented, his eye now drifting to Violet then Felean. “Thank you for the invite to dine Mr Halve with you one rarely finds the time to dine at such a location.” He smiles warmly; in truth he detested the man already however that was no excuse for him to be rude, furthermore the more time he took the more it would infuriate him no doubt. Removing his hat and gloves he steps forward, Felean hurries over to Halve’s seat and in a rapid hushed tone informs him upon certain ‘eccentricities’ of these messengers.

“Pray my dear please sit” Being the gentlemen he offers Violet a seat, assisting her to her seat then sits beside her, opposite the five figures. An awkward moment of silence follows, Mandrayk nestle into his seat, legs crossed and arms resting leisurely upon the arm rest.