Ilo grunts as another blast strikes her shoulder, a low jolt going through her limb. She grimaces, trying to flex her now numb arm as a droid looses a soft mocking laugh, shaking its head. “Stupid rust bucket!” she snaps, throwing her arm out to send a blast of lightning. The droid darts out of the way, flashing through a series of appearance protocols before setting on the one installed of Azazel. A twisted sneer flashes over the PROXYs face as a lightsaber appears its hands, lunging forward. Ilo barely blocks it as she tries to sweep its feet out from beneath the creature. “Always with that damned woman!” she screams, trying time and time again to break its guard. It would seem Azazel had assisted in updating the droids' combat routines. It was moving more fluidly, surely, and Ilo was having no luck breaking its defenses.

With a roar, Ilo goes into a frenzy, trying her best to break through. It was no use, as her own sabre gets batted aside. Next thing she knows, the sabre strikes lightly against her neck before fleeting away. She hisses as she feels the skin sizzle at the contact. With a wince, she touches the mark and draws away, bowing her head in defeat. “Stupid Xen, fine, you win this match.” Azazel's mimicked voice filters back in retort, “You're weak. I don't even know why I took you in. Enough of your disappointments, Ilo Sella.” She growls and picks up her lightsabre and leaves. She needed patches on that new burn... At least the training routines had been turned down. Tannus had needed a new arm when they first started practice on the droids.

***

Upon the Aberrancy, Xen taps idly at his computer, screening through the information. Nothing of note so far on the hyperspace patrols and attempting to acquire valuable information on the CIS and Republic. Overall, he hardly understood Azazel's fascination with those in the galactic war. Truly, it would be more productive to first sow seeds amidst politicians and local powers before trying to think on the grand scheme. He huffs and leans back, laying his head over the back of his chair just in time to spy Ilo overseeing the adjustment of course. Ever since Azazel had deemed her the captain of this vessel, she had seemed to progress and grow more confident. Of course, being so busy, it looked like she had little time to improve on anything else. Perhaps he would give her a break sometime. The droids could handle things for awhile.

Meanwhile, a pair of girlish cries fill the hallways before Lydavis and Rei'Ki stumble through the sliding door. Rei'Ki giggles and leaps away nimbly as Lydavis attempts to catch her again. The two had been enjoying their time away from the Dark Lady since their 'graduation' of sort. The looser reigns may have improved their morale, but it seemed to do little for their modesty. The Kubaz shakes his head and rubs his eyes tiredly. At least they did what he needed when it was needed. They both had superior skills in some areas than he had. Not many, but some. With a soft clicking sound, he stands and moves to address the two, “Should you not be elsewhere? Did Azazel want you exploring some place or other?”

The two Darths exchange looks before grinning ear-to-ear. “No, just be around and useful when needed. We've been checking our messages. No boring Mandalorians, no stiff, proud Noghri, no Tapani crisis. Why, you haven't even had work for us, Xen-Droid 9000,” Rei'Ki teases.

Xen blinks, Hi-Sense eyes adjusting and making soft whirring before he glares. “I can make some for you quickly. Besides, if you have nothing else, you could be off recruiti—” he stops as the communications lines let out a chime.

“Mecrossa line?” Lydavis asks, exasperation heavy in her voice.

Xen nods slowly as the chime goes off again, “That would be the Order's channel alert, yes... They seem to always want something, do you not think?”

Rei'Ki straightens up, letting her black hair fall over part over her face as she tries her best Azazel impersonation, “The quest for Sith lore, and the keepers of their knowledge, are no joking matter, little birds. No, we must assist them any way we can to uncover such forgotten power.”

Lydavis stifles a laugh as Xen lets out a quiet stream of Kubaz insults directed at the women before answering the line. “You have Xen. What brings the Mecrossa Order calling today, might I ask?”

A hologram appeared of a fairly attractive male, dressed in Tapani noble fashion, he was not looking at Xen as he answered, more interested it seems in studying his nails. "Yes, yes I am well aware of who you are... you are that one sith woman's lackey, I was under the impression I would be talking to her... not the servant. But I suppose the sith are not like they were used to be." He rolled his eyes and sighed, "Why we even need a outsider for this I don't even know... but it is what it is and it can't be helped." He finally looked up and frowned upon seeing Xen. "A Kubaz? How... vulgar, ah well the job requires someone of your... species's reputation so I suppose I should be thankful. Now since you will no doubt accept the job for the illustrious Order I represent I shall just send you the details and off you go, I might even put a good word in for you." The Tapani noble began to say as he started reaching for a console no doubt to send details of whatever task he needed to be done.

“I am sorry? Do you have a deathwish? If you do, I would be happy to oblige, in fact, I will even ask you in what manner you would prefer. We offer a wide variety of ends, from violent to peaceful, intimate to impersonal,” Xen leans forward to the console. “You disrespect me, the Lady, and all those in her organization. Understand now we do not work for you, we do not need your good word, we are not your inferiors. If we so choose to assist the Order, it is doing a favor for which you are indebted to the Lady, me, and her crew. Continue to talk down to her most trusted officer, and I will have every detail of your life within my hands within a week. I wonder what sort of information the other noble houses would just love to have on you.” Ilo leans over the railing, looking down at Xen with a small smirk. “Please tell me this is happening, I need a good break from this ship,” Rei'Ki all but purrs.

The man blinked, looking shocked and then confused as he frowned and sat still for a moment, before he started laughing quite loud, a minute passed with him laughing, as he took deep breaths to calm down. "Ah you jest, I had not expected you to have a sense of humour, very well, very amusing indeed. Now then, while I appreciate your joke the matter at hand is rather important and should be handled quickly, so do you accept, yes?

Xen mutters dryly, “Yes... Jest.” He waves his hand, “Send the information, I will look it over and set my preparations. The Lady would never turn the Order down, after all...”

"Excellent I knew you'd accept, as if you were in a position to refuse, you clearly need the funds, do tell your employer she gives you enough of a stipend to acquire a better wardrobe than those... rags you are wearing, granted it's better than what those two are wearing." He said gesturing to the two darths gossiping to the side before his hologram winked out of existence and Xen received the mission details.

It seemed a 'collector' of the Mecrossa Order, one of their operatives who is usually send out to retrieve data, relics and lore has gone rogue, even suspected to have sold off some of the artifacts and lore she was supposed to collect to someone. The file had been included with a image file of a young woman in her 20ies, the former operative, Zarra, was last seen on Taris, her execution was of prime importance for her betrayal, the two operatives send after her she killed. Probably the main reason someone in the Mecrossa Order wanted someone besides one of their own to handle the problem, Zarra would not know what to expect from the 'Dark Lady' or her servants.

Xen looks irritably at the screen, “Of course its by Mandalore Space...” 

Rei'Ki growls and crosses her arms, “Who cares. Let's get in there, take her out, then turn our focus to more important things, like that Bantha dung noble.” Lydavis gives an inquisitive look in response. “What? He poked fun at you. Only Tannus and I can do that.” 

The Twi'Lek rolls her eyes and prepares to go to her quarters, “Tell me when you are ready to go. Oh, and Azazel should not be too far from the area. You might decide to call in Tannus or Ibeth if they are not busy. Maybe even your little pet Kitt?”

Xen shrugged, “We have it. We'll take the OS80 down. You two, me... the droids and the Chosen. I'll contact the Network and put out some feelers for her...” Xen rubs his forehead, “And yes, when we're done with Zarra, the noble is next. I've got snapshots, the feed and everything stored, I'll see what we can dig up.”

Ilo chuckles from her perch, flipping her tentacles back over her shoulder, “May I come with you? I need a break from the crewmen... I'm starting to know things about them, like their names.”

Lydavis sighs dramatically at the door, “Oh no! Say it is not so, Ilo! Say it is not so!”

The Nautolan makes a fake choked sob, “Oh but it is! There is Charlie, Ringo, Draven, and Helena!”

“My name is Jessica,” one says back in agitation.

“Oh, just change the route to get us to Taris,” Ilo snaps, obviously unamused at the break in their game.

***

After several days of travel, in which the only notable event was that the crewmember named Jessica was diagnosed with severe depressions after repeatedly being called Helena by Ilo and Lydavis and went into a uncotnrollable fit of sobs in the middle of the bridge.

Once in orbit of Taris, Xen began working his expertise and carefully send out some feelers out about the rogue operative's whereabouts. The information he got was not much but enough, pinpointing her last location somewhere in the Middle City of Taris and rumoured to be seen in a cantina called the 'Giggling Tach' looking for work.

Xen sets down towards Taris in his old ship. The droid brain was handling the transport well enough. Himself, Ilo, Rei'Ki, Lydavis and a squad of 5 of Azazel's Chosen set down towards the planet with his droid racks stacked with the normal series... 8 PROXys, 10 Magnaguards and a pair of A-Series... It would have to do, if things went south... Of course, with their luck and cantinas, this would all turn into some laughable affair before long anyways.

As they set down onto the planet, he begins to set up a plan. “A-Series to the roofs with the Chosen. Stake out a perimeter and set up sniping posts. If she heads out without one of us, I want you to take the shot... Rei'ki, I want you in with us undercover. Lydavis, you'll be going in, act like you're in charge. Ilo and I can play the parts of your 'employees' well enough. If things go sour, we'll hit her there, scatter and regroup at the dock. Got it? Then load out.”

As they were heading out the Azazel's Chosen and the assassin droids were making their way through the crowd of the middle city of Taris, the Chosen were doing what they were supposed to do with their training and keeping their weapons hidden, the droids however, giving a directive that meant killing a target and they were already displaying weapons. Some Taris constables saw this and headed towards the droids. "Halt, what is the meaning of this, state your purpose, bodyguard units of some kind?" The leading constable looked at his three comrades and then at the droid. "But where is your master if you are bodyguard units?" He asked while his hand wandered to his blaster.

The A-2 Series look at each other, a low humming on confusion coming from one before the other answers, “Uhhhh, this does not fit in mission parameters. Initiating combat sequence.” Both of the droids raise their weapons and snap-fire upon the guards.

The leading constable widened his eyes and opened his mouth but was blasted apart by the assassin droids and so was one of the other constables. The crowd surrounding them, some who had stopped to watch were no screaming and fleeing everywhere as a grand panic seized hold of them. One of the other constables was dragged to the ground by some fleeing civilians and was crushed to dead as a Hutt fell off it's repulsorlift pad on top of the constable. The remaining officer pulling out his blaster and shooting at the droids, delivering some glancing shots as he shouted in his communication piece. "Rogue combat droids in the Middle City! Seventh avenue, fourth district! Constables down! I repeat constables down!"

“Rrrrroooger, roger. Constables. Down,” the other droid chimes out, as they continue on their fire, focused on the remaining authority figure. In the meantime, the rest of the group was giving a wide-berth to the whole debacle. Xen personally finds himself facepalming when he hears screaming and chaos not too far away. There was no doubt, that was probably one of theirs causing the chaos.

There were screaming people everywhere as civilians started running, a wave that could not be stopped or escaped from, peopel were dragged to the ground and stampeded to death, the assassin droids, turned and opened fire at what they perceived as a hostile action as the crowd surged towards them, people were dropped but it did not stop the panicked civilians as the droids were dragged under and torn apart, some were thrown off the walkways and fell down to the Taris Lower city were they crashed into traffic or other walkways, creating even more confusion and panic.

Some of the panicked mob reached Xen but the force users sensed it coming and quickly, with subtle use of their powers made sure that none of the panicked mob would get close to them and they escaped the worst of it, still making way to the Giggling Tach. The Chosen reporting they were hindered in their task but still active and operational, one reporting speeders heading to the scene with the markings of the local Constables.

Before Xen could respond something small and furry bumped into Rei'ki and hid behind her. "Ssssh! Beautiful lady, allow me to hide here for a moment." It said and tried to make itself as small as possible as a rather large, and angry looking Herglic male rushed pashed, grabbing a bystander and lifting him up from the ground. "Have you seen a little runt!? I AM GOING TO KILL HIM!" He screamed into the man's face who had no idea what was going on and was screaming for help. Another Herglic, female, approached the scene.

"Pumpkin-poo it meant nothing! He was just giving me a massage, that was all-"

The herglic tossed the bystander aside who screamed in a rather recognizable fashion and one other bystander screamed. "Wilhelm! No!" And went to the man's aid while the male Herglic turned to the female. 

"You two were naked and he had our jewelry and credits in his bag!" With a furious snarl he turned away and barreled through the crowd, his wife screaming and shouting as she followed her spouse.

The small fellow hiding behind Rei'Ki let out a sigh of relief and without warning grabbed her hand and kissed all over the back of her hand and lower arm before letting go and bowing. "My eternal thanks to you, oh precious lady, I shall nto forget your kindness." He finished saying before he runs off.

Xen looks baffled by the chaos. In other places a person could be shot up and people wouldn't think twice, but oh not here. Of course, how they managed to set up this much alarm in the populace, he would hardly know... but it was a good distraction, at least. “Come on, let's keep going. Rei'k--” a small furry man was hiding behind her now. He stares at the fellow in confusion as he puts on a grand scheme. He has no idea what to make of it, even. Shaking his head as things continue to just be chaotic, Xen grumbles, “Let's just go to the cantina already.” Lydavis interrupts as she catches a glimpse of there target, “Zarra's on the move. Rei?” Rei'ki nods and, after the Biff departs, she hastily slips into force concealment and begins to utilize her speed and jumping to get through the crowd, aiming to get ahead and cut Zarra up as Lydavis, Xen and Ilo follow behind.

Perhaps spooked by the screams or wary because she knows she is hunted the former Mecrossa operative turns around, widening her eyes when she saw several people, looking straight at her as they made their way through the crowd. She turned back and started running like mad.

“Every. Time,” Xen begins loosing a stream of cursing before he opens a feed to the Chosen. “If you can get a shot in on the woman, take it. There's enough insanity going on it doesn't even matter. Keep on the move.” With a reciting of which direction she was going, Xen pushes the trio onwards as Rei'Ki tries to pick up the pace, perhaps careless on if she knocks anyone down in the madness now.

The words were barely voiced as one of the Chosen who had managed to get into position took the shot, but missed, hitting a innocent bystander in the throat who dropped to the ground. Rei'ki was gaining on the operative, dogging her steps well ahead of the others though, she would not escape the sith that easily. The chase continued with Rei'Ki getting closer still and then finally some luck happened as it seemed that the operative had run into a dead-end and was with nowhere to run as she turned around, a elegant blaster pistol in her hand, aiming it at the approaching Rei'Ki.

On reflex, she begins to reach for her lightsaber, only to discover it gone. Her eyes widen before she snarls, throwing her hand out with the force to grip and tear the blaster away as she twists to draw her vibroblade. “I'm going to kill that little wretch!”

Zarra was smirking when she saw one of her pursuers reaching for a sword, this was going to be easy she thought but then soem invisbile force pulled the blaster out of her hand and she cursed. "Force user!" She snarled and reached for her vibroblade and charged towards the woman.

“Damn straight, chakaar,” Rei'ki hisses, unsheathing the blade and slashing out at the open air, sending a blast of the force forward to end her charge abruptly.

With a shout of surprise Zarra was suddenly hurled backwards and slammed against a wall, groaning with pain as she slid to the ground, dazed and stunned. "What...."

Rei'ki strides forward, cold fury in her eyes as she levels the blade with Zarra's neck. “If you hadn't already signed your own sentence by betraying the Order, we might have had a position for you...” In her ears, a voice buzzes, “Execute her, kid.” Rei'ki glares, looking back down the alleyway, double-checking where Azazel's operative was. “You're pathetic... The fact they couldn't deal with you themselves is pitiable...” She draws the weapon away. “Get out of my sight,” she growls with a flick of the blade, “Try anything, you're a corpse.”

Dazed she looked up, blinking as her head cleared and the blurry outlook of one of her hunters became clear and she got the impression she was being... let go? She narrowed her eyes, expecting a trap or it being a ruse of some kind but if it was for real... she got up slowly, keeping the woman in her vision, she turned to leave and took a few steps, past the woman and then letting her back vulnerable to her. With still no dagger in her back or a blastershot from behind she turned around. "Don't trust them." She said and then took off with a run.

Rei'ki watches after her as Lydavis gawks. Rei'Ki offers a wry smile and shrugs, waiting for the rogue to depart, “Never trusted the Order completely... But if nothing else, we can follow her. I'm sure she has a nest somewhere, like all rats. There might be something to recover. Or, even better, we stumble upon some of her associates.” She waves a hand, grasping the weapons and putting them in under her cloak carefully, “For Azazel,” she explained. Lydavis shakes her head, “You're gonna cause problems.”

Rei'Ki offers a fierce smile, “When haven't I?...” She begins after the direction she had seen the woman start out, “Xen, she's off, get a sight on her. Maybe you can please the Lady with a few new curiosities if we find out where she keeps it all.” A stream of curses filters through before she receives an affirmative. Not to far away, she could spy as the Kubaz shimmers out of sight. Presumably, he was taking to the roofs with his grapple-hook. Lydavis just shakes her head again and chases after, “He's going to let you have it. He hates his operations being undermined.”

Xen and Rei'ki easily caught up on the trail of the former operative, while Lydavis and Ilo were just bumbling about, Ilo did see a constable speeder overhead though. And heard snippets of a newscast on a public screen before the crowd made her move along. "-streets are being cordoned off by local constable forces and all citizens are urged to go home, visitors are informed to-"

The operative was hurrying through the crowd but seemed unaware she was being followed again.

Ilo speaks over the channel, “We need a distraction. Get to it.” Xen growls irritatedly for a moment before adding over the line, “You heard the woman, cause some mayhem.” Some of the Chosen get to work immediately to determine the best way, one even suggest fire as the ideal manner to do so before some spy a constable blockade, and a officer of the constables having a heated discussion with what seems to be a spokesperson of a rather large crowd that is in front of the blockade. A grizzled voice comes over the lines, “Distraction coming right up...” he mutters as he lines up his sight to one of the most riled citizens he can spy before popping off a shot.

Meanwhile, Rei'Ki slips herself back into force-induced concealment as she regains sight of the rogue woman. It was just a matter of keeping up with her now. Xen too seems to determine this before he states over the line, “Going into comm-silence. Delegate to Ilo or Lydavis.”

A shot rang out and clipped the shoulder of the human shouting at the constable, he looked at the blasterwound with shock and then at the constable, not seeing the shock and surprise due to the constable's helmet visor obscuring his face. "You bastards tried to kill me!?" He raised his fist. "DOWN WITH THE AUTHORITY! DOWN WITH THE REPUBLIC!" With a shout he pummeled into the constable, dragging him to the ground while the rest of the crowd went into a frenzy and charged with fist and feet. The response of the Constables was evident as some of the speeders overhead turned direction at once to get to the riot.

The hunt after the operative was still going on, both Xen and Rei'Ki weren't spotted, indeed the former operative wasn't looking where she was going and bumped into a Herglic, who didn't notice thankfully, as he seemed intent on finding someone else, shouting he was going to kill that furry rodent.

Rei'Ki feels conflicted for a moment before splitting off from Xen, “Keep at her, I have my own thief to track down.” The Kubaz just tries to keep his temper at that, keeping after the betrayer. Ilo on the other hand receives the report of a successful strike and purrs over the comm-bead, “Keep up the heat, I don't want any chance of the Republic getting their festering hands on Grian.” It would seem a few were still unrelenting on the idea of fire, instead spreading out. While a few of them searched for additional opportunities, one set up, readying to rig his flamethrower into an impromptu explosive. “Fire in the hole,” he says with a cackle.

The Chosen, his name before he became a nameless personal guard to Azazel almost forgotten, though it might have sounded like 'Quint'. Was trying to rig a flamethrower to blow, "Fire pretty...." He murmured but discovered he couldn't get it to work, with despair he felt as if he was going to fail Azazel, that could not happen! With a desperate cry he jumped off the rooftop, some of the crowd gasping and getting out of the way of the madman falling from the sky. "BURN IT ALL!" He shouted before he ruptured the safety seals and the chemicals mixed like they weren't supposed to and blew himself up in a massive fireball, engulfing not only him but a dozen onlookers as well while chemical fire splashed over others who became living, screaming torches.

Meanwhile, hearing a explosion and distant screaming in the background the crowd with Rei'ki, Xen and the Mecrossa operative got nervous and it all became a jumble, some near Xen shrieking as they felt stumbling into something but not seeing anyone, due to this all and the pressing bodies, Xen lost sight of the Mecrossa operative while Rei'Ki thought she saw a familiar furry outline but then it had vanished.

Xen halts for a moment, trying to get his bearing and trying to remember all he could on tracking a target before he prepares his grapple-hook, convinced if he could just get a higher vantage point he could find her again. Meanwhile, Rei'Ki growls low and starts shoving through the crowd, chasing after where she thought she saw the charming bandit last. All the while, the Chosen, still on their line of destruction begin to look for one of the rigs the constables were cruising about in. They assumed they could get a little boarding action in at this point.

Rei'Ki was bumbling about and couldn't find a sign of the little Bim, he and the angry Herglic husband were just... gone from sight.

Xen meanwhile scales a building and sees a fleeting image of the target, running through the crowd, the chase was on again.

The Chosen... try and get their grappling hooks attached to the underside of a Constable speeder, but fail as their lines are too short.

“Rei'Ki, target spotted. Quit fooling around. I need you on the ground,” Xen snaps over the communications line before taking off after the target. Rei'Ki abandons her hunt with a dejected sigh.

The Chosen look at each other before one suggests, “Give me a boost?”

The Chosen meanwhile, failed again and then turned as applause came from down in the street, a small crowd looking at them, thinking they were a traveling circus act, some people throwing credits to the rooftop.

Meanwhile another surge in the crowd happened and Xen cursed... their target... the operative had now completely vanished from sight and Xen was reasonably sure that in this mess they couldn't find her again.

The Chosen look in confusion at the cheering crowd before bowing and collecting the credits. Today was not a total loss! Xen however buries his head in his hands, “Always cantinas... Always, always, always...” Rei'Ki sidles up beside the Kubaz and looks at him curiously. “What?” he snaps.

“I do have her weapons... Azazel could do something with them,” she reassures, settling down beside him. “Oh, and just so you know, a Bimm stole my sabre.”

“This is your fault, you know,” he snarls under his breath.

“Okay. Or we could leave out the embarrassing details and just say we did it... And keep an ear to the ground for her. There's likely to be some word going around over all this,” she shrugs.

Xen narrows his eyes before his commlink chatters to life, “Hey, are we done here? I'd like to get out before the constables try to detain people.”

“Yeah, get back to the ship,” Xen grunts back.

***

They had managed to get back with no problems. The Republic had seemed largely preoccupied with the riots that had begun n the lower and middle city. The whole trip back, Xen largely just pouts to himself at the failure while Rei'Ki, Lydavis and Ilo entertain themselves by laughing at the whole affair. After arriving back on the Aberrancy, Xen rubs his forehead as one hands flits over the console to get a connection with the noble. Waiting for the line to be established he casts a glare around and signals for silence. As the bridge falls silent, save for a quiet sobbing from some damnable woman who was going through intense psychotherapy of late, Xen lets his gaze fall to the weapons of the traitor. If this worked, his respect for the Order would take a dive and he would need to talk to Azazel about perhaps terminating these ties. As it stands, he was already going to need to set up a watch through the Network... Then set these weapons in containment to keep the samples from being ruined... Pick up his dry-cleaning from the ship's laundry rooms... Determine the supplies they needed to pick up soon for the vessel...

After a while the hail was answered and the same bored looking noble appeared, sighing and drinking from a crystal glass. "Oh droll.... it is the lackey again." He placed the glass on a nearby table and rested his head on his hand, looking over Xen's shoulder. "The deed is done I take it? And you no doubt wish your reward, hopefully to take a bath and spend some credits on a better wardrobe, such atrocious clothing you all are wearing." He muttered, seemingly not caring if the people on the ship actually heard him.

“Perhaps... What was your name again? Such insignificant details escape me, you see,” Xen says boredly.

"My name? I have had peasants executed for such brash attitude. But very well." He puffed and made himself taller than he really was. "My name is lord Jehemath the Fifth and I am actually your new contact, your previous liason... Braghda." He said the name with a sneer. "Has met a unfortunate accident it seems, it was a sad event but I am sure my aunt's fortune will be of good use to me. Now is the deed done or not? I am getting impatient, I have a appointment at a spa in thirty minutes. And I am not going to miss my daily massage due to you."

Bristles raise on the back of Xen's neck at that, “What misfortune befell Braghda?” He asks, hands hovering uncertainly over the weapons. He had a name now at least to go on... And knew about where to expect to find him if Braghda was his aunt. He holds up the weapons carefully, putting them on display, “And does this answer your question?” For once, Rei'Ki had the right of things... It would be important of them to see what they could find out from the agent... 

 "She was on the family's winter resort when the avalanche came, so sad, we have nto even managed to recover the body, yet." He said as if bored and then studied the weapons, a smile appearing on his face. "Ah excellent, excellent. You have done well, better than I expected from a lackey. You have earned your reward, I shall transfer the funds to the account you have given my aunt so long ago. I will have my loyal agents ferret out her contacts and perhaps contact you once more to deal with them as well. Until that time... and please, use some of the money for a new outfit, because this is just... a distaste to look at, now I believe a massage awaits me, cheerio." With that he terminated the link.

Xen weakly grabs the weapons and holds them out, “Get these to containment immediately.” With that, he flips on the console and sends a message to Azazel, “We've foul play amidst the Mecrossa. Braghda is dead. I'll be sending a message, personally regarding what I think of her 'replacement'... There's been internal conflict, apparently. I've some leads to follow on it. We need you here for it as soon as possible.” With that, Xen closes the link before opening the line to the Kubaz Network. Quickly he sends out directives... The first to find out everything they could about Jehemath the Fifth... Where he lived, what he did, his routine, schedules, habits and more... And then to find the ex-operative, Zarra. Closing off the message, he looks back at the group, “So, girls, you wanted that man dead, right?” Rei'Ki's lips twist into a wicked smile, “When and how, boss?”