The Fallen One's (Open)

[illyria]

In the endless hours of the sleep cycle, the silence deafened her. So compensating for the quiet, her mind would dredge up the litany of horrors that lived in her memory, submerged only through incredible force of will. Here, in the quiet, they resurfaced with a vengeance; 

And the little Asari child. It should just have been another kill. Just another notch on her ever growing tally. It should just have been another pay day. However when the child's eyes met her own she felt the ice around her heart melt and as she felt her grip around the hilt of her Sai she couldn't do it. And for whatever reason during the events that followed others of her "Organisation" fell at her hand as they tried to continue the mission Illyria had half completed.


Lurching awake Illryia's hand clutched at her chest. The sweat from her skin soaking the sheets of her bed. Her heart pounding a furious rhythm in her chest. 

And now she found herself hiding in Zakera ward. Hiring herself out for anyone that could afford her services through a private contractor. After a quick shower and a change of clothing Illyria left her sadly spartan apartment and made her way through the Zakera ward. Walking with no real destination she ended up at the Dark Star Lounge. 

[Queen of Horror]

^{There was no distinction with Jessica White, she had left Harkers ship in orbit of the Citadel on a personal vessel and docked with the Zakera Ward just to explore the place. She felt the time on the Citadel would calm her restless hands, the same hands that took the life of the most dangerous woman on Genesis's life months before. That day played out in her mind so many times since she had assassinated her and yet it never settled that she didn't disrupt a damn thing with Amilia coming into power of the Organization soon after Integra's murder.}

^{She needed a drink, the Dark Star Lounge was the place to go. Of course she was new to the galaxy being from Genesis, she knew the profiles of Turians and several other alien races that walked the citadel because Genesis had them as well. What she didn't know was how to select her drink to be subtle and harmless to humans. That was where she leaned against the bar and looked the Turian bartender in the eye and simply said, "Give me something that wont kill me but isn't cheap."}

^{The Turian smiled, "Oh I've got just the thing. The Twi'lek love this stuff, it's called Juma juice."}

^{"Throw it my way."}

^{"It's not cheap."}

^{She slid a credit chip across the counter twice as much as the drink would cost, "I'm not broke."}

^{"Fair enough my lovely patron!" The Turian turned around grabbing a clean glass and wiping it out several times before pouring the drink and sliding it to her, he deducted the credits from the chip and went to slide it back but she held her hand up.}

^{"Consider it a tip."}

^{"How generous."}

[illyria]

As soon as Illyria entered the dim lit Dark Star lounge her mind resorted back to her training. Every possible means of escape was noted. Any signs of threat were calculated. It was a taxing process to the soul but one she would never be without. Besides it had saved her life more times then she would care to admit, And as one genetically modified to be the apex of human perfection Illyria does become noticed when entering a room. 

[Queen of Horror]

It was often a strange world when two assassins stood in the same space, one could typically tell who the other was just by the way the looked around the room. When Jessica had entered she didn't pay mind to any exit, she played off checking for escape routes by walking to the bar and leaning against it, but the way she did it seemed clumsy giving her the ability to play off checking flanks and faces. When one was too careful they became suspicious. It truly didn't matter to Jessica though, she wasn't expecting to get attacked but if anything went down she had several hidden weapons on her body currently to protect herself. 

She raised the drink to her lips and sipped off it, strong yet subtle at the same time, it was sweet tasting and made her feel light on her feet currently. Juma juice, a new personal favorite. Jess sat the glass down, where she had positioned herself she could see the front entrance, that's when she noticed the new comer, and though she didn't know who or what this person was about she knew one thing, either those were really good naturals or they were fake. Her assessment made her smile, it wasn't often she could judge people without them knowing who she was because of Harkers fame. 

[illyria]

Illyria sensed the eyes upon her as soon as she entered the bar a usual occurrence however one seemed to linger on her longer then they should. Illyria caught the gaze and let her eyes scan over the woman at the bar. There was something off about her. And did the woman really just let her eyes wander to her chest? Shaking her head Illyria made her way to the bar and instantly her usual was placed in front of her.

Smiling she brought the glass to her lips and delighted as the sweet liquid coated her tongue. 

[Queen of Horror]

There was no sense of hesitation she watched the woman draw closer and decided it was time to drink the last of her Juma juice and get another, that way it would be nice and cold while she took her time checking out the competition. The Turian shrugged when he watched a half a glass go down the womans throat and began setting up another one more alcohol less ice, figured it was time to put this woman out of her misery, Jess didn't mind, the nano-machines in her body didn't allow her to get drunk for more than a couple minutes before it broke down the alcohol. 

"You should relax more," Jessica simply said, taking the glass from the bartender, he didn't even charge her due to the large tip she gave him last time, "you seem a bit tense."

[illyria]

Illyria raised a brow at the woman's comment. But then again if you were on the run from the galaxy's elite assassination guild you'd be a little tense to.

"Thanks.....I'll keep that in mind"

From a side glance Illyria took in the woman who had spoken and instantly had sized her up.
Illyria finished off her drink and another was offered in it's place. It was obvious Illyria had an arrangement with the bartender Illyria could feel the cold steel of her sai's in either boot and felt herself relax a little when it came to bladed weapons she was unmatched. 

[Queen of Horror]

She simply smiled and took her chance to down a second drink in a matter of seconds, the feeling was amazing, she hadn't been this drunk in a long time. The last time she did it was in an emp room on Harker's ship almost had alcohol poisoning at the end of the night. Jessica set the empty glass down and pushed it away from herself her attention span went elsewhere as her phone decided to start buzzing. She pulled it out and looked at the display, "Oooooo those are definitely cute boots."

[illyria]

Illyria was at a loss as to what to make of this woman. She was either one who could not hold her liquor or she was simply a drunk and had been a patron for the most of that day. 

"Thank you.....i guess"

What else could you really say to someone who was clearly under the influence of......if Illyria had to stake a claim would be "Juma" juice. Illyria shrugged off her leather jacket.

[Queen of Horror]

"Huh?" She looked up from her phone then down around the bar to the womans shoes, "Oh I guess those are nice too," she held up her phone, there was a number of ads going across the display of it mostly shoes. She leaned back and put her phone down the bartender slid another drink her way, "Oh you're too kind," she took it in hand and began sipping off it slowly, "So, you, quiet lady over there. I have been dying to ask since you walked in, what's the secret to your boobs?"

No subtlety at all, no shame, no remorse. 

[illyria]

Illyria sighed and shook her head. Was this woman for real? Asking a personal question such as this? But whatever.

"Yes they are implants"

As part of her job was infiltration and to get close to high powered business men she made the most of her "assets" and thus implants. Illyria directly looked at the woman next to her who had asked her the question about her "Boobs"

[Queen of Horror]

"Ahhhh I knew it," she smiled to herself and sipped off her drink, "no offense, they look lovely. Well I suppose that's a bit of a blunt understatement," Jessica set the drink back down and picked up her phone fiddling with it a bit accessing Harker's personal files and set the phone back down, it was syncing with something. "sorry, I don't mean to be this forward about things, its my first night out in a long time, and I figure I might as well party before the show starts."

[illyria]

Illyria eyed this woman with great interest. She watched her fiddle with her phone, she watched her drink she was like an excitable Pyjack. Though she was interested as of what "Show" she could be referring.

"What show?"

Illyria picked up her drink and sipped it slowly.

[Queen of Horror]

"Oh you'll see, there's going to be fire works and the likes, it's going to be wonderful," she leaned forward bashfully grabbing her drink and downing it, she was feeling sober needed another one, the bartender raised a brow, he expected her to be passed out by now, she took a credit chip and slid it across the bar at him waving it off, "bye bye," she looked back at the woman, "it'll be all over the news, it's gonna be wonderful. They're talking about a festival or something."

[illyria]

Illyria nodded as Jessica spoke (Not that she knew her name at this point). Illyria was really out of the loop if she was not aware of this party. But then beyond forging alliance records to serve on vessels or the occasional "Hit" she had no real interaction with anyone.

"What is this "Party" in aid of?......What is everyone celebrating?"

Illyria slid a chit across the bar.