[center][b][h1][color=orangered]Tishombra Ferro[/color][/h1][/b][/center][hr]
[right][hider=Tishombra][img]http://sf.co.ua/15/02/wallpaper-1cef91.jpg[/img][/hider][/right][hr][h2][right]Location: Briar's Ship[/right][/h2][hr][right][h3] Interaction: Daymon Rylic (NPC) & Selene [@Ruby][/h3][/right][hr][right][h3] Mentions: Commander Corvane Voycnor [@vFear]; Captain Collem Corvinian [@Sini] & Lieutenant Briar Vaughn [@Ruby][/h3][/right][hr][hr]

Tishombra gently opened her data pad and connected to the Galactic Holonet. Commander Corvane Voycnor wasn’t that difficult to find. His involvement with the Theater in Dromand Kaas was obvious. She called up a vid phone and fingers flying keyed in a code on the data pad then dialing a number.

She smiled as the call went through. A male human voice that came on the line hadn’t been heard by her in awhile.[color=green] “Evening, this is Daymon Rylic owner of Steel and Shield speaking. Whom am speaking with and how can I help?”[/color] The practiced tones were practically accentless. Daymon had fostered his I’m-from-nowhere accent to get himself more business and fit in.

[color=orangered]“Daymon long time.”[/color] Tishombra stated without preamble.

She heard a chair squeak sharply.[color=green] “As I live and breathe is that Tishombra Ferro?”[/color]

[color=orangered]“You got it. How is Dromand Kaas by the way?”[/color]

[color=green]“Boring till you called.”[/color] They both chuckled for a moment.[color=green] “So what can I do for you?”[/color]

[color=orangered]“Well I really need you to deliver that nice replica if the sword from that play [i]Resurgence of Power[/i] to someone. Along with a nice bottle of brandy.”[/color]

[color=green]“That sword was for you. You paid for it. So who is this guy?”[/color]

[color=orangered]“Look Daymon I’ll pay you for the brandy and swing by after this is over to demo your latest sword once I come back. Deal? Besides all you’re worried about it your reputation. Which I have cultivated and will continue to do so if you keep me happy.”[/color]

[color=green]“Can’t say you don’t know me. Who’s the lucky person?”[/color]

[color=orangered]“To Commander Corvane Voycnor. From Tishombra Ferro Apprentice to Darth Embrus. That’s all it needs to read. Make it in Basic on the outside. Don’t get all fancy.”[/color] Tishombra paused and tapped out a few things on the data pad.[color=orangered] “Your payment has been sent. Oh and Daymon? I know that it all depends on the questions [i]someone[/i] is asking if I know you or not…”[/color] Tishombra ended the call.

Tishombra had packed light for the trip. This was taken care of quickly. A couple of black leather outfits as well as a couple of red leather outfits. A black cloak, her rapiers, and her lightsabers. She was a light traveler and material possessions never really held much sway for her. The only things that meant much were her lightsabers and swords.

She looked around the room. Rarely did it look lived in much the same as her apartment or her rooms at Darth Embrus' residence. Books were normally read in the library.[color=orangered][i] I suppose it looks cold and remote. But I like to keep things that way. At least on the outside. [/i][/color]

She wandered out into the hallway outside her room on the ship. Briar, Lieutenant Vaughn, was piloting the ship and as such did not have time to continue their conversation on the ramifications of actually taking Corellia or at least her space to free up the trade route for the Imperial side. She'd have loved to hear Captain Corvinian's opinion on the matter. The man was easy on the eyes and intelligent too boot.

They were dropping out on top of the target and boarding ships to find a young Force User with dark hair and blue eyes, female and human. Target is considered highly dangerous and extremely important. Or so she recalled from the limited information that was disseminated to the crew and by default her.

Checking that she had her lightsabers and normal saber she proceeded to the area that would be boarding the ship.[i][b] "Fighters coming in hot. We're going too fast to deal with shooting back, so strap in and enjoy the rest of your flight."[/b][/i]

Grinning Tishombra rushed to a seat and buckled the five point harness around her. As the ship rocked and pitched finally settling. Red lights still blinking and people peeled off harnesses rushing around with data pads.

Tishombra let the soldiers do their jobs by going in first. She watched two groups go ahead of her and as she took her first step onto the ship she felt the presence of the Jedi and a… well to be honest a good reason to take a closer look. Grinning wickedly she stalked after the soldiers.

There was an exchange of fire in short bursts and the first group of four, was reduced down to two. Stepping over bodies Tishombra quietly stalked in farther turning toward the presence that called out to her curiosity and was faced with a young man. The young male Jedi sneered at her “Sith!” his curse only made her smile.

Tishmobra sketched a bow never taking her eyes off him.[color=orangered] “But of course, thank you for noticing. So do you want to die today or are you going to surrender to me? Please say no.”[/color]

“I will die before I surrender!”

Tishombra grinned and unsheathed her sword moving in a blur she crossed the room. Plunging the sword through the young Jedi. She pulled it out with a twist. Blood spilled over her sword and splashed across the hilt the heat of the life force of the Jedi ran across her right hip and down her leg[color=orangered] “Your wish is my command.”[/color] well that was the reason she had worn the red leather.

Tishombra let the body of the young Jedi fall lifeless as she heard a very distinct sound. A lightsaber turning on. Looking down a corridor she saw the last two soldiers of the previous group fire on the Jedi wielding a blue lightsaber. Their bolts were reflected and they fell. Sighing she wiped her blade clean and sheathed the sword.

Hearing the Jedi approach Tishombra threw the body of the fallen Jedi at the other still living one. “You will pay for that.” This one was a female, a twi’lek to be exact, and better trained apparently. 

Tishombra tilted her head, birdlike and smirked.[color=orangered] “That is very dark thinking. Good let it in. Hate will serve you well Jedi.”[/color]

The Jedi leapt at her and Tishombra drew her sabers engaging the Jedi blocking her downward strike. Tishombra spun her saber and was blocked. The crackling energy and thud of her strike being blocked by the Jedi sent a thrill through her. Baring her teeth in a grin she gave ground to the Jedi waiting for her to advance.

As predicted the Jedi advanced on Tishombra. The strike was a downward one as the Jedi’s saber clashed with Tishombra’s parry. Viciously pushing the Jedi’s saber up with both of her own Tishombra stepped in closer and turning her wrist sliced off a head tentacle of the twi’lek.

Staggering back of balance and shrieking the twi’lek left herself open for Tishombra to slash her saber through the Jedi’s upper torso cutting off the shriek quickly. Tishombra shook her head. The fallen Jedi was better than her. She could admit that much but one wrong move and a master could fall just as easily as a novice.

Keeping that last thought in mind she knew she didn’t have the luxury to play around anymore. She had a mission and her senses were telling her that she needed to press on to find what she was looking for. She was pulled down the hall by the Force and let it guide her.

Someone else was creating such havoc in the rest of the ship that it wasn’t a challenge to get to where she was going. She walked past fallen Jedi and wondered who had dispatched them and gone the wrong way. Recalling the schematics for this ship the likely place for a prisoner was not where she was headed but she trusted the Force and continued on.

Coming to an empty corridor and a door that she could feel the presence on the other side as well as that of yet another Jedi. She saw him trying to get a communicator to work. How she didn’t know. Pushing the thought of how aside she opened the door.

Reaching out she choked the Jedi with the Force and as she advanced on him. But that was not what killed him. What killed him was his own lightsaber in his side.

Tishombra hid her shock at the power that pulled from the slip of a girl. Human, dark hair and lips. Selene. She smiled as she released her hold on the Jedi no longer needed. The girl had killed him.[color=orangered][i] Oh this is precious. No wonder the Emperor wants her.[/i][/color]

As the dead Jedi collapsed and the door shut behind Tishombra she tilted her head birdlike at the girl.[color=orangered] “Well go to liberate the captive and find that the captive does her own liberating. Refreshing for once. Keep that up. Now how would you like to get the hell out of here?”[/color]

Tishombra smiled at the girl. Genuinely smiled[color=orangered][i] I like her spunk. I’ll let her know she can call on me when they put her in training. It always helps to have someone to back you up upon occasion.[/i][/color]