Services?

[Ira]

Time spent keeping quiet and low, keeping an ear to the ground and listening, seemed to not pay off as much as she had hoped. The whispers of rebellion had reached her a while ago. And why wouldn't it? Rebellion against a leader, a dictator, was a common thing and thought within their minds, was it not?

But she had been enjoying her time here. Their sufferings they claimed to always feel had become her fuel and let her become so idle. There was nothing needing to be done as such strong emotions flowed so strongly here. At the same time though civil war could be delicious. Absolutely so. Physical fighting, distress, panic - wonderfully delicious chaos blossoming when something deviated from the plan. And as long as dictatorship was continued oppression of sorts to create discomfort, this place would be perfect for her to stay at. However, hope beginning to blossom to a degree made things a little worse. And if the rebellion succeeded? She would have to relocate, wouldn't she? And that was just out of the question, wasn't it?

It certainly was.

The way things were run had to continue the way they had. Though...Under the same person? Now, she never thought that of course. But why go that far with dreaming just yet?

Darth Ira abandoned the place she had taken to staying - she had taken a few liberties since someone happened to go missing. She certainly had no connection to that at all. She slid her hands, concealed under her black gloves which reached up her right forearm, over the ends of her saber hilts clipped onto the white belt of her skirt. Her white hilt on her right, and her black hilt on her left. Despite the decline in their use, they still shone as if she had taken the care of the metals which made the hilt each and every day. As she walked along, the long fabric which was decorated with floral patterns of black and white color, inversed on the inner side, easily fluttered about, her own force aura creating enough of wind about her as she let her aura flow freely for the first time in a while.

Bold actions were to come from her - though who would expect anything less from a former Dark Lady of the Sith?

The Core. Center of their operations, wasn't it? That was what she had gathered over the time. This was where she should come to offer her services, right? To be honest though, she hadn't a clue of exactly where to go to do this. And so, the blind approach to The Core was underway. If nothing else, certainly someone would stop her from getting too close, wouldn't they? And perhaps then she could convince her to lead her to where she needed to go to offer her services? Oh, she'd wing it. Nothing better to do anyway.

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[Ayen]

A single spotlight would shine on Ira, and then several mores from all over the Core as helicopters filled the air with their guns pointed at the woman, and tanks alongside armored vehicles and soldiers with rifles occupied the space in front of her. Snipers on the roofs of the surrounding military bases and several gun turrets at the front gate of the base in the dead center and on top. She was outnumbered a dozen to one and there were still several more to come as soldiers further on out from the positioning of the Core had the exits covered so there would be no escape. A little red dot on her nose and aiming down to her chest, but it wasn't from a sniper. Ira would notice that the red dot went all the way out to the sky and into space itself. Whatever she had to say was best said now.

Or she would feel the blunt force of Vulture's entire military might in one blast.

[Ira]

Ah. The welcome committee. How nice of them to arrive in such an manner. Oh and that was why she loved this place. She closed her eyes at the spotlight being shined down on her, deciding it best to simply see through the Force instead staring blindly into a blinding spotlight or seven.

"It seems I've come to the right place, then." This was normally the welcome she looked for, wasn't it? It was sad, but true. "I've come to offer my assistance to you darling Vulture; I simply enjoy his work. And where would I go, if you'd be so kind, to offer my services to your leader? Hm?"

[Ayen]

"It seems I've come to the right place, then. I've come to offer my assistance to you darling Vulture; I simply enjoy his work. And where would I go, if you'd be so kind, to offer my services to your leader? Hm?"

There was no response. The soldiers merely looked at each other and then raised their weapons to finish this until Vulture's voice came blasting through the speakers.

“Let her through! I want to meet the woman crazy enough to walk up to my front porch unannounced.”

Upon Vulture's orders the soldiers made a path for Ira towards the main base in the center which would lead her to the lobby and guided to an elevator to her right. The elevator would take her to the top floor of the base where Vulture's office was located occupied by more guards. The General himself leaned back comfortably in his chair, feet on the desk and a cigar in his mouth, smiling.

“Come to offer your services, eh?”

His eyes looked her up and down.

“I'm listening.”

[Ira]

Ira kept her palms on her sabers after she spoke, ready to draw if need be to attempt to deflect shots. However, at the words from the speakers, a thin smile crossed her black lips. Seemed that this had been the proper action to take; attention had been gained. The togruta proceeded forward, yellow-orange eyes looking over people she passed as well as the building layout itself.

After the trip up the elevator, and stepping into his office, Ira merely smirked at the one she only figured to be Vulture. Seeing him lounging at his desk only reminded her of her time lounging in her throne. Oh, how she missed that throne... No matter right now though. And that gaze in his eyes, did she recognize it? Perhaps. No matter.

She stooped down into a low bow, her left hand resting over her chest with her right arm extended out to her side. Ira only spoke when she stood up fully once again.

"I am known as Darth Ira, former Dark Lady of the Sith." Ira paused briefly before continuing; "I've come to offer myself to serve as a sword for you, so to speak. I am practically an expert in use of the Force itself and back home, I was a feared woman due to my skill with my lightsabers." Again, her palms came to rest on the hilts of her weapons on her hips, finger tips gently caressing the hilts.

"I ask for nothing in exchange for these skills either. I offer them to you freely and of my own accord." The corners of her mouth tugged up into a smirk once again.

"I suppose I have lied actually. All I ask is for you to point me in the direction of your enemies so I may attempt to remove them from play for you."

[Ayen]

"I am known as Darth Ira, former Dark Lady of the Sith. I've come to offer myself to serve as a sword for you, so to speak. I am practically an expert in use of the Force itself and back home, I was a feared woman due to my skill with my lightsabers. I ask for nothing in exchange for these skills either. I offer them to you freely and of my own accord."

Darth? What kind of name was Darth? Sith? Force and lightsabers? Vulture chuckled as he chewed on the cigar in his mouth as the fire burned closer to his lips, practically tasting the fire at the end before pulling it out and blowing a puff of smoke into the air.

“Nothing?”

"I suppose I have lied actually. All I ask is for you to point me in the direction of your enemies so I may attempt to remove them from play for you."

“I already have the perfect army and the perfect soldiers. You will have to earn your place among my men.”

He burnt the cigar into the ashtray before continuing.

“Thanks to our beautiful and victorious Red Queen the Isafaro Resistance led by a former science experiment of mine has been forced out of hiding and regrouped to Sector Four. A sector that's been taken over by rioters banded together by a man simply called Gabe. Or the Spokesman of Insanity, if you'd prefer. The Resistance is rebuilding their armies there. I want you to find the remaining members and kill them all except the ones known as Imai Katayo and Project 201. I want them brought to me alive if possible. Keep an eye out for the Spokesman. He is easily the most dangerous person in the sector.”

[Ira]

"I expected nothing less, of course, my lord." Though honestly, she was caught off guard by an old nickname she had been called so many times came up. It took a moment for Ira to understand that he was apparently referring to something else.

"I will do what I can to keep the ones you've asked alive. I can heal wounds that may prove to be fatal, so I will do my best to attempt to bring them to you alive - their condition beyond that though isn't something that I can promise. I do of course need faces to put with names, any information on these or any targets would be greatly appreciated. Knowledge is power, they won't have any on me. But I need to know as much as I can before diving into this.

Luring away members of the resistance and performing an execution for each individual is something I can certainly comply with though, it's the favorite part of the job, after all." Ira spoke carefully, holding back on speaking her mind; perfect soldiers? She could probably force those within this room to bow and submit to her through the Force alone. A straight face remained at the thought. However a smirk came to her lips at the thought of luring people away from others to completely destroy them; it was something she had done so many times at Coruscant.

[Ayen]

"I expected nothing less, of course, my lord. I will do what I can to keep the ones you've asked alive. I can heal wounds that may prove to be fatal, so I will do my best to attempt to bring them to you alive - their condition beyond that though isn't something that I can promise. I do of course need faces to put with names, any information on these or any targets would be greatly appreciated. Knowledge is power, they won't have any on me. But I need to know as much as I can before diving into this. Luring away members of the resistance and performing an execution for each individual is something I can certainly comply with though, it's the favorite part of the job, after all."

Vulture took out a data pad and held it up to her, a photograph of Imai Katayo appearing on it as Vulture explained what she was.

“This is Imai Katayo. Commander of the Resistance and a biotic created by our Research team, dubbed a failure. She is able to use mass effect fields using Element Zero nodules embedded in body tissues. This makes her extremely dangerous at long range as she'll be able to throw you or trap you in stasis.”

After he finished explaining an image of Project 201 appeared on the data pad.

“This is Project 201. A superhuman experiment capable of impressive feats no ordinary human is capable of with an increased healing factor. She is most dangerous at close range.”

He put down the data pad before continuing.

“She also has two snipers, one human one alien, a pilot of an unidentified mech that we found in the city before the pilot reclaimed it and a vampire child. Now that they're rebuilding in sector 4 there's no telling what mad men they'll find. So be alert.”

[Ira]

Ira was silent as she listened to what was being said, and studying the images, committing their appearances to memory. Finally, she merely smiled and gave a nod.

"Consider it done," she finally said. "I'll take my leave and begin right away." Again, she stooped down in a low bow, though her eyes did not leave the man. She stood up straight once again and turned to leave.