The Melding

[Sianna]

"Serious," the infomerchant pleaded, his brown eyes wide. "He's in charge of the whole area. There's about forty of them."

Silver orbs glared at the sniveling worm, backed against the metal wall, rusted along it's seams in various points. "What's their main source of income," the Echani priestess inquired, her silky voice promising of a sliver of hope that he would survive this encounter after her interrogation.

"Drugs, mostly. Ryll, sometimes stim and a local brew that their friend, Taes Maconik makes up in his apartment," swallowing hard, the man's sweat soaked face, matted, brown hair and unshaven face made the Sith want to wretch.

"Address."

"Apartment Fifteen," his glance upward and to his right signified direction. "In the Hope's End section."

Crouched before him, knee-high, black boots creaking lightly as she shifted her right foot forward and scaring the hell out of the weasel who jumped a bit. "What's the matter with you?"

Sindel chuckled nervously. "Nah, nothing. Anything else you wanted to know?"

Sianna canted her head slightly to the right and downward a bit. "Two or three?"

His brow furrowed. "What?"

"Simple question. Hurry, I'm on a timetable here."

"I... don't understand the question." His heartbeat began racing a bit as he shifted his weight up and back a bit, hands still at his side, planted on the dirty ground.

"Two.... or three? Pick one. It's easy." Silver orbs narrowed as she touched his surface thoughts and knew the reply before he said it.

Lips pursed as he lightly shook his head. "Three, I guess?"

In a flash of motion, her right fist shot to his throat though with only enough force to keep him from dying immediately. His hands now to his neck, eyes wide, the street urchin began choking as she fired another punch to his sternum, aiming a foot behind and hearing the muted crunch of bone beneath the skin and his shirt. Rising, Sianna glared down at the victim who wouldn't be telling anyone about their talk. "Two was all I needed," she grinned darkly, turned and left him to die, the wraith in black melting into the steam rising from a nearby broken pipe. She had a gang to get rid of and one to impress.

[Sianna]

Crime riddled the lower bowels of Cloud City, out of the prying eyes of the Imperial overlords and wealthy businessmen that lived high above, in the brighter part of the floating metropolis. Tibanna gas had made this place what it was, but other vices kept it's workers happy and dependent on their jobs to keep the liquor, drugs and other things flowing into their lives. And Sianna was here to feed off of that. Though a diversion from her typical treasure hunting, the galaxy had changed and everyone had to adapt to that. For her own trips to far flung worlds to continue, she needed a source of income of her own and what better way than coerce, blackmail and manipulate those who couldn't afford to have their own illegal ventures out in the light. Strolling from the dark alleyway, full of piping and conduits on the walls and ceiling, garbage on the corners and floor, the snowy haired Echani slowed as she neared the main intersection. Having no sunlight, artificial illumination brightened the otherwise gloomy world down here. Casinos, shops and other venues all advertised their wares, drawing those now cruising by in speeders or walking by. Her own touch to the Force a strong one, the Sith almost felt at home as Aargau was very similar in appearance and feel. Though the air wasn't quite this.... odiferous.

Glances her way soon diverted as she acknowledged those passing her, every race and build represented as she split the crowd and coursed to the opposite side of the avenue, avoiding a speeder bike which averted nearly hitting her, his horn blaring his displeasure. Ignoring him, she moved on into the alley dividing a cafe from a pawn shop. Her first target lived in the apartment building attached to the back of the pawn shop, though it's main entrance was hidden not far from her. A flickering lamp over the door signified her destination as well as a quartet of seedy looking males with one Twi'lek female among them. Noticing the glass pipe being passed between them, she assumed they were part of the gang that she may be encountering here very soon. Slowing her pace once more, she neared them, only feet from the entrance to Hope's End.

"You guys part of the Death Dealers," she inquired, gaining their attention.

To her right, a large male Togruta glared down at her, his skin and face complimenting one another in tan and white striping. "Who wants to know?"

"Relax," a human male, his arm around the waist of the Twi'lek. "She's no cop," green eyes turned to the Echani. "He gets paranoid once in a while."

"No, just hoping to kill another one," the Togruta corrected.

"Won't be today," Sianna grinned first to the tough, then turned her attention to the human as the more silent Rodian drew in a long drag from the pipe. "Just hoped to get some insights to your leader, Kozma."

Chuckling, the human was obviously not well educated. "Insights," he turned to his shapely companion. "You hearing this?"

"Sorry, that word to big for you," Sianna's blood began to boil, not wishing to be mocked.

Sniffing, his amusement melted almost immediately. "Piss off."

Smiling, Sianna knew they would tell her one way or another, but first thing's first. Winking at the human, she turned and headed to the door, opening it. "Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back."

[Sianna]

Music blared from various apartments, some with their doors open as she ascended upstairs, searching random minds for her target who apparently owned this building and governed it with his gang. Rising to the fourth floor, silver orbs took in the scene as a thin, agile looking human male choked a human female, yelling at her.

"The **** you think I meant, bitch?!" Yanking her around and pushing the girl into the wall on the opposite side, another Rodian male filmed the whole incident on his comlink as Sianna approached, distracted now by the scene. "I told you to stay away from him and I meant it. Or you that ****** stupid?"

"Who is he," Sianna asked the Rodian now at her right.

Glancing at her, dark bulbous eyes blinked once. "Ares, Kozma's brother," the alien stated in accented Aurebesh. "Who're you?"

"New leader of the Death Dealers," she stated matter of factly and noticed Ares draw his pistol, now jamming it into the girl's face as she cried.

"That's the last time," the man yelled, seething as Sianna could also sense his brain addled by drugs and alcohol. Turning to see the Echani in black now staring at him, "The frak you lookin' at, bitch?!"

"A dead man," she replied, firing a kick to his chin, knocking him backwards. As he backpedaled, letting go of his girlfriend, she felt the Force now building within her lithe frame, energizing her as it usually did when she was full of rage. Yanking the gun from his grasp, her mental hand drew it to her own, the pair of onlookers now amazed at what just happened. Handing the pistol to the girl, she recoiled from it instead. "Here's your chance. He was about to kill you, finish it."

Sitting up, Ares, laughed, "She ain't got the balls."

Glancing to the thug on the floor, nursing his chin and trying to push himself up, she nodded. "Probably right." Planting the barrel into the chest of the female, she fired, then aimed at Ares, now aghast as he watched his lover fall to the floor. "But, I do." Firing again, she watched with wonder as a spray of blood painted the wall behind him, the doorway open to the apartment that they apparently shared. Slumped to the metal plating, greyed with age, the gang leader's brother was now another victim of his pride as she turned to the Rodian and aimed.

Hands up, "I hated working for these people anyway, they're crazy."

"Go tell Taes Maconik that I'll be up shortly and not to leave."

Nodding frantically, the green skinned alien turned and raced for the stairwell, disappearing like a flash.

Turning as she dropped her arm, keeping the pistol for now, Sianna walked into the apartment, passing a large, muscled Weequay in the kitchen as he glanced at her, unmoving. Continuing on to the large living room, air full of cigarra smoke tainted with stim and other narcotics, she noticed their apparent leader seated in a plush, tan chair and glaring at her. Moving into the center of the gathering, she moved around to the end of the long stimcaf table and sat on the edge, eyeing Kozma. "So, what shall we talk about?"

[Sianna]

Returning her ire, his cold gaze told of someone that had been in the thick of combat and death for a long time, his thoughts thinking only of how many ways he wanted to see this Echani die. After he tortured her for a while, that is. Several others in the room enjoyed one another in various ways, ignoring the meeting with the newly arrived priestess. "Who the frak do you think you are," Kozma began.

"See, that's the neat thing about being me is I already know who I am," she grinned darkly, pistol dangling in her right hand as she mentally kept tabs on those seated on the two couches to her flanks as well as those in the kitchen and playing pazaak at the dining table behind their leader. "Don't have to wonder. Right now, I'm the one holding your lives in my hand." Her tone steadily dark, she felt the rush of the Force which gave her goosebumps as adrenaline continued feeding her with more than their product could ever supply.

He grinned, arms on the thick sides of his padded throne. "I'll give you a moment to say your last goodbye....," he began as her right hand, bolstered by the power of the universe flowing through her, raised and she fired, blowing a neat hole through his mouth and out through the back of his head. Spraying several at the table with his brains and blood, she then spun and aimed at the Weequay in the kitchen, now acting with the blast. Firing between the low hanging cabinets and island, she hit the chocolate colored alien in the chest, pitching the lieutenant into a Twi'lek female. Most still enjoying their sexual partner or high they were on, Sianna felt a tinge of warning from the Force behind her prompting the Sith master to turn further left and aim as a human male, his chest tattooed in black and green, shimmering from his activities with several females. Pulling the trigger as the gang member raised his assault blaster, she dodged low and to the right, avoiding the blast from his rifle which slammed into the already dead gang leader's chest, adding insult to injury. Her own bullet penetrating his liver, she adjusted her angle again as he crouched in reflex, wincing in pain and caught the second bullet in the right shoulder. The explosions mingled with the bass of the music as people continued to party around her, their fellow members dying now around them.

Rising, she raised her left hand, using the Force to draw his rifle to her, dragging him several feet with it as the wounded and dying man fought to the last. "Have to admire you, definitely more fight than the last four." Catching the rifle in her hand, she aimed down as his head spun up to glare at her, crimson lines now dribbling down his back. "Frak you..."

BOOM

Walking by, she became tired of the game of precision with the weapons and dropped both as she turned toward the game table as three of the remaining four rose and went for their own weapons. Focusing the still untapped power roiling through her body, she raised both hands and fired a wave of unseen energy which tossed several heads away from her as it passed those on the couches, then slammed into the dining table, chairs and those standing or seated around it into a heap against the wall. Cards, chips, glasses as well as those using them hitting the floor or one another, groaning in pain as Sianna's touch to that power only emboldened her for more....

[Sianna]

Taking in a deep breath, her energetic nature only exemplified by the power roiling through her veins, Sianna felt another warning from behind and glanced back as she turned right. One of the Twi'lek females, half dressed, now lunged at her with a vibroblade. Catching her wrist with both hands, Sianna rolled around and left, dragging the female with her, then crouched and leaned in, throwing the blue skinned alien to the floor. Her feet kicking the arm of the nearby sofa, a loud exhalation erupted as Sianna then crouched, slamming a punch into the target's throat with such force that her sky blue eyes bulged as her body heaved. Rising, the wraith exploded through the room, slicing or stabbing as the blood lust wouldn't allow her to leave one alive. Once rounding through the apartment, her lungs heaving in ecstasy, Sianna then gathered up their money and credsticks, shoving the newfound wealth into her pockets, then stalked from the scene and out into the hallway, dropping the knife on the floor at Ares' side.

The world now bursts of color from dim reds of the ungifted tenants that lived here, to the grey wireframe of the hallway and rooms beyond, Sianna continued to the stair and continued up, now needing to talk to the alchemist. Meeting her halfway, the Rodian stopped and backed from her, pointing toward the oncoming hall.

"He's in Eight, waiting on you," the Rodian promised.

Nodding and without thought, her mental fingers gripped his neck and squeezed, raising the alien into the near corner as his body slid up the wall. Hands to his throat, he gasped as she rounded the railing and moved into the hallway, turning left. As his life force faded, she dropped him to the floor, disinterested in another added to the body count. Reaching the alchemist's door, she kicked it in and strode into the more organized and quieter apartment, the wooden barrier slamming into the wall behind it as the top hinge cracked. Grey eyes turned to the heavyset human male who rose in shock, spinning toward her as Sianna entered the living room and turned to the dining area where his lab was arrayed. Slowing her pace, she took in the pair of droids that continued filling tiny packets of his product, then eyed the drug's creator. "You now work for me."

Nodding quietly, the man pushed up his glasses nervously, unshaven face pocked with a sparse, black beard matching his stringy, curly hair. "Kozma dead then? I thought I heard shots earlier."

"He and his entourage have taken an early retirement, so yes." Nearing the rather impressive equipment sported on the long table, she admired the organized layout and structure to the process he was using to make the blue powder. "Your contacts for getting this weren't in that room with him?"

"One or two may have been, not sure." He continued watching her with fear in his brown eyes.

"If so, there anyone else that can fill their spots?" Turning to him, she crossed her arms.

He thought a long moment, gaze drifting to the distant curtained window. "Yeah... I have a few names that were more agreeable."

"Make it happen then." Turning, she began heading for the kitchen. Relaxing a bit, she felt the Force ebb from her body, brilliant colors now fading back into the mundane again, afterglow from an amazing encounter that was better to the Sith master than anything she had experienced. "Have anything to drink other than alcohol?"