Isra Ventra's Story

High above the planet a ship cut through levels of atmosphere as it decended to the surface. Most would not attempt such a thing in a sand storm but Isra Ventra had no fear though it was not a clean flight. The ship landed and she made final preparations for her journey here. She wore something a bit more revealing this time and left her battle armor behind though took both her vibro sword and lightsaber with her. She exited down the ramp and retrieved her speeder bike from the cargo bay. Then she set off toward the local cantina in search of hired help and maybe some information as well.

A single ship had navigated through the chaos of the battle that was raging above the planet before it embarked on it's journey it was sleek but now it looked awful it had taken hit's from stray debris and it's hull once a silver was now charred. In the Chaos the Pilot could not reach the Cities flight control. So the ship flew into docking bay 617 and landed near the beaten up freighter it was a tight fit and it was a bit difficult to avoid the personnel in the hangar but Lady Vestra managed not to crush anyone.

Once Landed she opened up a comm to her apprentice, "Thai come in this is Vestra I am in Docking Bay 617 Meet me here and have our new candidate meet us here as well." She said before closing the comm she grabbed her weapons and then made one final adjustment as she donned her full combat armor. It appeared the planet was a warzone so she wasn't going to take any chances.

The ships ramp lowered with a hiss as the pressure was released and then the fully armored Sith walked down the ramp. She instantly sensed something powerful was here. JEDI! She realized with a flash of anger she began to scan the docking bay looking for the source. Then she sensed another presence that of a Sith but it wasn't Thai no this was different.

Deiyi smirked towards Byron, "Relax, the owner of the craft is frozen solid in Carbonite. Its not going anywhere." She turned and headed for a control booth not far away and upon entering the door she stopped as a second ship landed. Amazingly the person within did not kill anyone upon landing, nor did it come against the other craft in the docking bay already.

Deiyi felt it before she saw it rather easy, extreme anger. Then she turned her gaze and spotted where the anger was coming from. Without a word she watched the new arrival carefully before speaking "Friends of yours ?" She asked Byron seeing the Sith Lady looking her way. With a half hearted wave of 'hi there' Deiyi let herself be noticed completely. Yes she was the Jedi in Question.

Byron was just right behind Deiyi when the newcomer arrived and with his jaw agape he watched the newcomer land in a position that some would say required some rather expert piloting. "By the core." Byron muttered only to then find himself feeling the presence of yet another force user and one who was somewhat talented in the dark side of things. When the pilot of the ship stepped out in her full suit of armor Byron found his hands apprehensive and it showed as he flexed his fingers and lighting trailed across his hands as if ready to strike whosoever threatened him or his goals in life.

"Sorry Deiyi but she is no friend of mine and I doubt she has arrived on friendly terms unless she is the gambler I slighted during a game of pazak I think we should be ready for a fight." Byron quickly smirked a little as he needed a good workout to test his abilities and after all if there was another sith here besides him then Master Mor would be most interested to hear about this.

Isra walked slowly toward the two she had to admit she was a bit startled to see a sith and a jedi on speaking terms. But she pushed the thought aside if a sith was in league with a jedi then to her he wasn't sith. With a cry of rage Ventra sent a force blast toward the two and then activated her lightsaber and drew her vibrosword.

She took up a defensive stance as she let her rage consume her fueling her power. She knew this fight was going to push her to her limits but her apprentice was on her way and that gave her the confidence she needed. With Rolak off world seeing to her small band of guns for hire it would have to be enough.

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Thai walked down the halls of the space port as she made her way to the docking bay. She stopped momentarilty to make a holocall to the mandolorian. "Zen come in this is Thai Meet me at Docking bay 617 do you copy?" She asked.

"I copy I will be there in 10" He responded.

Deiyi didn't even smile, without a word she raised an eyebrow and the sudden force push was rebuked as quickly as it came. She withdrew her saberstaff. Even though she wanted to replace one of the powercells within it, she could still use it one sided. For the nonce. It sprang to life and flared as if ready to spark off and sputter out. But apparently not as the Jedi held the blade loosely and waited. She was tempted to throw a force shatterpoint up but chose not to. Instead she focused inwards and followed the flow of the Living Force. She brought her dark orange blade up in something akin to a salute and then waited for the Sith Lady to make the next move.

As she waited she begain sealing off the docking bay using the Force, and yet she made no movement to betray doing just that.

Thankfully Deiyi rebuked the force push but it was not like Byron to allow his enemies to gain the upper hand in a fight. No instead the sith brought his hands forward allowing eight of the lightsabers he carried on him fall to the ground activating as if on command and began to float around both himself and Deiyi. "How do you want to do this?" Byron asked Deiyi not allowing his eyes to never leave this new opponent while his blades began to spin rapidly. Byron might have preferred to read over fight but he was trained by his master to excel at both when the time was needed.

Isra watched almost awestruck as the force attack was nulified it was clear this was no ordinary jedi at all. She also watched the lightsabers that began to spin. As much as it pained her to admit she knew there was no way to win this fight. She paced as she looked for a way to attack but she saw none getting in close wasn't an option but neither was a force attack.

Thai managed to sneak into the hangar only to see the door shut and lock behind her. Then she saw it, the spinning sabers and her master about to face off against the Byron and Deiyi she was conflicted they were suppose to work with these people not fight them. But they wern't part of their plan at this point she didn't know why they were here.

She couldn't sit by she knew her master was out matched drawing from the force she took a leap toward the others tossing herself between her master and the attackers and holding her hands out motioning for them to stop.

Isra had started to leap toward the two when Thai jumped between her and her targets she landed short of her apprentice. "ATTACK DON'T STAND THERE YOU FOOL!" She shouted at her apprentice.

"Master, th-eese are the people that I met with Lord Rolak, they aren't our enemy." She said with a quivering voice.

Since her second blade was dead due to its powercell being spent, Deiyi half smiled and reached out to the sabers that Byron was spinning around them both. "You mind if I borrow one of these ?" She asked as she deftly snagged one of the pearlwhite spinning blades in her left hand. She did not recognise the Apprentice, but she did feel something of dismay and something also akin to fear. One blade she pointed towards the Apprentice while the other she held in a deffenive stance.

To Thai she said simply "Do I know you ?" She felt nothing but anger and fear through darkness from both those before her and something of defenseive admiration from Byron next to her. And since she was following the Will of the Living Force that meant that she knew just as much as the Force did, serenely, emotionless, and without ignorance. But she did not recall the Apprentice from anywhere.

"I recognize that apprentice." Byron muttered only to frown a bit looking at Deiyi just to then take a step forward waving Deiyi to hold herself as it seemed that there was nothing that could go wrong. "I am Byron Irura. Servent to Master Mor, your superior, stand down and leave this place unless you have some vital business to tend to." The blades that Byron had been spinning followed him as he continued to walk forward and as the sith raised both of his hands several crates began to rise into the air as well. "If you have business here that does not have anything to do with me or Master Deiyi here I suggest you move along."

Byron had no reason to shed blood today if he could avoid it and it was apparent that as skilled as he was in the force Deiyi was far greater in its mysteries.

"I-I was with Darth Rolak a few weeks back, we met you at your hangar." Thai practically spat out nervously. Then she was interrupted as the door was blown open with a bang. A mandolorian in full black armor walked in, he didn't stop to interact with the gathering he just walked toward Isra's ship and up the ramp. If they wan't him fighting jeti and sith he was going to need to renegociate his contract.

Isra listened to Byron and her Apprentice, "If this is true then I suppose my actions were a bit rash I will leave you now I must consult with my beloved Rolak about what ever hell he signed me up for." She said sarcastically before walking away without a goodbye. She walked up the ramp after the Mandalorian followed closely by Thai who waved a silent goodbye to the others.

Two average looking cars parked outside a nondesicipt antique shop on one of the less traveled streets of wing city. A few rough looking men and a single armored woman exited the vehicles and walked towards the shop. A man walking by was gaping as he saw the armed group walking towards the shop but before he could turn to run one of the thugs shot him with a pistol. This was suppose to be a quite job but the group were confident that they could be in and out of the store before the police arrived.

Upon entering the store one of the four armed men fired a shot into the air. "Al'ight everybody down! No one make any he'roic moves and we will be out of your hair in a few moments al'ight?" The man barked as the others began to rummage around the shop front the armored woman waved her hand over a glass case as if looking for something.

On patrol, Thanos found himself in one of the more eccentric parts of town. As if part of some cruel joke, someone decided to name this part of the city "Hipsterville". The name didn't even begin to make sense; however, he was here in hopes that he would catch someone -or a group of someones- that he would have to put an end to.

Walking down the sidewalk, wearing a medium length black coat, he kept his eyes and ears peeled for any signs of trouble. So far the night had been relatively quiet, which was surprising for Wing City. However, as if in answer to this thought, there came the sound of gunfire. He looked up, spotting a group of thugs waking past a dead body into a nearby antique shop across the street.

That was his cue.

He picked up the pace, walking faster, the shop edging closer and closer as he advanced. Eventually, he stepped up to the sidewalk just outside the shop, looking in from where he was. It was a small group; a few guys and a woman who appeared to be examining the merchandise in the shop. She didn't seem interesting in raiding the shop for everything. On the contrary, she gave off the vibe of some sort of art hunter, scouring the little store for a specific piece.

Thanos looked over at the dead man on the ground, who was laying in a pool of his own blood. A gunshot wound to the chest had put him down. His hardened gaze returned to the intruders. He contemplated how he was going to take them out, running over it in his head to make sure his plan was precise.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside.

Isra continued to search for something as she felt out through the force soon her eyes leveled on a black pyramid. breaking the glass with a small force burst she reached in with her gloved hand and grabbed the object and pocketed it then she continued to look around the store there was something else here that was calling her one more object.

As Thanos walked into the store Isra didn't even bother looking up. One of the thugs by the door raised a pistol to him. "Ey you get down on the ground." Another stated.

This was a familiar situation: a gun in his face and someone commanding him to put himself in a position that would render him defenseless. Unfortunately for them, Thanos wasn't didn't heed orders well. Immediately, he had gripped the arm of the thug with the gun, pulling it back so that the thug's own pistol was in his face. Helping him pull the trigger, Thanos relieved the thug of his pained arm by giving him death. As the criminal's face exploded from the back of his head, he turned his attention to the remaining group.

Four more left, and they were all ready to kill him at this point. He moved quickly, assessing the closest henchman to his left. As he readied his assault rifle, Thanos was able to grip the barrel in his left hand, pulling it up and away from him. Simultaneously, he slammed his right elbow into the guy's face, breaking his nose and causing a gush of blood to erupt. Thanos was then able to drive a knee into his gut, retrieving the gun and using the butt of it the club the thug in the face, twisting his neck violently and effectively ending him.

Rifle in hand, he was able to gun the next one down, as the other took cover. Thanos emptied the clip, tossing the gun aside and walking toward one of the cowering thugs with his Cervantes .33 in hand. The robber popped up and was instantly put down with three bullets in his chest. The remaining thug didn't bother popping back up. He was nervous, ducked down and looking toward the ground. He was apparently a rookie, and had never dealt with someone like Thanos. Unlucky for him, Thanos wasn't the merciful type, and he was summarily dispatched with a bullet to the back of the head.

Thanos looked around: minimal damage, five dead thugs, with just one more intruder left; the woman standing across from him. He scowled, his hardened gaze piercing into her own. "Your move, lady," he said.

Isra didn't bother looking up as her men died nor did she bother saving them. In her eyes they were all failures anyways each and everyone of the thugs. But they had served their purpose she could handle herself. But she wanted to find what she was looking for first.

"I'm not going to kill anyone here I just want a bracelet that belongs to my people then I will be out of your hair. You killed my men if you let me go I'll spare you." Isra said as she grabbed a box and placed it upon her belt. She had the artifacts she needed and honestly she could care less if this man lived or died but if he refused she wouldn't hesitate to attack.

Thanos scoffed, eyeballing the strange woman. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that either. Stealing is stealing, I don't care what the reason." His hand tightened around the grip of his pistol, fully prepared to face her down. The room was quiet, the still calm of a showdown pervading through the air.

"You're not leaving with anything in this room that don't belong to you. Drop it!" With that, he raised his gun, pointing it straight at her head, mere feet away. "I can't miss from this range. Give it up."

Isra smiled from behind her mask. "Your in over your head Sweety, This isn't going to go your way now step aside before I have to make you." Isra said. She looked around the room and slowly stepped forward as she surveyed the dead bodies the failure that they had caused her. She felt a pang of rage and let it fuel her. Thanos if he had any type of sixth sense might begin to feel her aura of rage.

From her back she drew her vibrosword. "I know you can't miss, but seriously Last chance step out of the way before I make you."

She made her decision. Drawing a blade from behind her, she slowly advanced. Thanos smiled, mentally stating that she had made the wrong choice....

About him, the items in the building began to shake, and he could feel the faint rumble beneath his feet. She seemed to know the cause of this; in fact, she seemed to be the origin. She was coming closer, and he had to make a decision. He wasn't one to run, so he did the only thing he could think of.

BAM BAM BAM!

Three shots in succession, aimed straight for her face. Time seemed to slow in this moment, as he awaited the bullets to find their mark, to destroy this woman and rid him, and the world, of her.

Isra had begun her advance and then Thanos fired, as the first shot was fired she let out a roar and sent a wave of force energy to block the bullets though the first one grazed her face mask and a trickle of blood could be seen hardly a mortal wound but a wound enough the other two shots would be deflected by the small wave not enough to hit Vengeant but enough to knock the bullets off their course.

Leaping into the air Isra reached around and grabbed her lightsaber activating it and landing in front of The Vengeant. She made a move to block his gun with her vibroblade and kept her saber hand ready.

"I warned you." She said in a provocative tone.