Post by Deleted on May 19, 2014 18:51:35 GMT -5
Name: Dilara Zen
Age: 27
Race: human
Birth place: Dilara isn't actually from anywhere, seeing as she was born in space. I will explain this more later on.
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 130 lbs.
Eye Color: green
Hair Color: Dark red, obviously dyed.
Appearance: Dilara is about average height, with an athletic build. She's got deep green eyes and chin length blood red hair. Her bangs are cut shorter and swept to the side to keep them out of her eyes. She has darker skin. She has an intricate tattoo that starts above her left eye and ends along her jaw bone, which is red in color outlined in black. She has another small one on her collar bone, and one at the bottom of her neck. On her wrists she has matching tattoos that wrap around them. She has a confident and reckless look about her, typical of bounty hunters.
Personality: Dilara's past has made her a bit reckless. She doesn't care about anyone, and feels that everyone just wants one thing or another from you, with no thought for your feelings. Because of this, she really doesn't feel like she should bother caring about other people. She rarely reflects on the consequences of her actions, she just does what's necessary to get what she wants. She really has no goals in life other than her constant hunt for credits. She can be very manipulative. She has a deep fear of relationships, because of her mother's past. She's a very greedy person, isn't very trustworthy or loyal, and has pretty low moral standards. She's pretty sarcastic, and says whatever is on her mind, no matter how it effects people.
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Previous Faction/Rank: n/a
Equipment: Dilara wears a lightly armored black jacket over a loose tank top, thick pants, and boots. She carries a blaster pistol at all times, that she keeps on her belt. She's also used a jetpack before- which is controlled by a small ringlet on her wrist- and several melee weapons, her favorite being a double-bladed vibrosword or similar weapons.
Starship: For now, I'm just going to go with one I saw on wookiepedia; the YG-4210. She's modified it heavily to fit her needs, adding weapons and other things to make it more fit for her line of work. (There's only one problem with this ship; I'm not sure it's invented yet at the time of this rp. From what I can find out, it may be a few years in the future... )
Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 7
Bio:
Early years: Birth - 14 years.
Dilara was practically born with a blaster in hand. From a very young age, her mother insisted she learn to protect herself, so she began training her on how to use a blaster the minute she could hold it straight. Soon after that, she started training her in multiple Melee weapons once Dilara could hold them long enough to fight with them. Her mother told her time and time again, "We live in a cruel, unforgiving world and a girl's got to know how to keep herself safe." She didn't care one bit how much Dilara complained; she was going to learn how to fight, whether she liked it or not.
Dilara's mother refused to talk about her past, or tell Dilara who her father was. Young Dilara was very curious, and wanted to know, but her mother completely refused to tell her. Born with her mother's stubbornness and her father's devious mind, she started to come up with ways to get around her mother's refusal. Her mother had a serious drinking problem, and as Dilara got older, she learned that when her mother was drunk, it was very easy to get information out of her. With some careful questioning at her mother's weakest moments, Dilara slowly put together her mother's past, and her reasoning behind Dilara's training.
Jea, Dilara's mother, had once been married. She had come from a planet where old customs still emerged from time to time, and arranged marriages were very common. Jea had been forced into marriage at age 16. She hated the man she was forced to marry, and wanted to leave as soon as possible, because he was abusive. A year into the marriage Jea stole her husband's ship, and disappeared.
I'M HERE!She ended up on Nar Shaddaa. For the next few years she would pick up work her and there, trying to build a life for herself, but trouble seemed to follow her everywhere. She ended up in some pretty questionable situations several times. She learned that life was cruel, and being a single young woman in a world of heartless people, she had to learn to defend herself.
She met an ex-soldier and started training with him. She gained a lot of skill from him, and also something else; she fell in love with that man, and she thought he loved her, and that they might actually be able to have a life together, and be happy. That all went away when she found out she was pregnant; the minute she told him he disappeared. Dilara's mother left Nar Shaddaa soon after that on another stolen ship, wanting to get her and her baby away from that fowl world. The two lived the next fourteen years wandering from place to place, her mother never happy with wherever she ended up.
On the Run: 15- 17 years.
When Dilara was 15, her mother began smuggling for a very powerful man. At first everything went okay; her mother slowly began making a profit, and life for once seemed to get a little easier. It all went sour again when their ship was boarded by pirates, their cargo stolen. Jae- knowing her employer would probably kill her for losing the expensive cargo she was entrusted to transport- fled, hoping to avoid him. A bounty was set on the two women, which they quickly learned about. For the next two years, they ran from planet to planet, only ever barely ahead of their pursuers.
One day not long after Dilara's 17th birthday, they ended up cornered in the back of a bar, surrounded my a mix of bounty hunters. Still, her mother refused to be taken by them, and ended up getting herself shot. She died, leaving Dilara alone and at the mercy of the bounty hunters. She was dragged back to her mother's employer, who quickly sold her into slavery to make up for the lost profit from the stolen goods.
Working as a Good Guy: 17 - 19 years.
Becoming a Bounty Hunter: 20 years until present day.
Now having survived life on the run, being a slave, and escaping slavery, Dilara decided she wanted to do something with her life, but she didn't want to be tied to any one place or thing. She had learned throughout her years of running and staying one step ahead of danger that there was a certain thrill to it, and the dangerous jobs were the ones that paid well. She had already seen what the life of a smuggler was like, and she kind of wanted to shoot higher than that. She knew she had the skills to do it, and was willing to do things other people wouldn't at any personal cost, so she decided to become a bounty hunter.
She learned quickly that if anybody was going to hire her, she needed to establish herself as a bounty Hunter worthy of the employee's money and time. To establish herself, she joined a small clan of bounty hunters who were conveniently looking to replace a man they ended up killing for betraying them. The clan had strict rules; you were part of the group until you retire, because if you leave, they'd kill you. Every job you get, you were required to allow other clan members a part in it. In return, they shared their profits, and helped each other find work. The even helped her master the skills her mother's training had given her, making her even better at her line of work. She worked with them for a few years, honing her skills.
She began getting more extravagant jobs as she became better known. One day, a man approached her, wanting her to kill an enemy of his real quiet like. She wanted the job, but there was one problem; nobody else could know about the job, so she wouldn't be able to tell the rest of the clan. She knew though if she didn't they would consider it an act of betrayal and probably try and kill her. After debating it for a while, her want for credits won over her fear of the others, and she accepted the job. She left the clan and when on the hunt for her new target.
It didn't take her long to find him; he was a gambler and black market businessman, and pretty well known. After tracking him down she followed him discretely for a little while, learning his habits. She discovered he kept body guards with him all the time, but the hired muscle was pathetic, obviously no match for an experienced bounty hunter like herself. When he was at his most vulnerable moment, she finally confronted him. She quickly dispatched the two body guards with him, and then turned to finish the job, when he started pleading for his life. He promised her quite a lot of things, but she had learned while watching him that his promises were empty; he never paid up. She silenced his pleas with a shot to the head. Killing him changed her; she had killed before, but it had always been during a fight, and it had never been such blatant murder. Killing him hardened her, and also wiped away the little bit of mercy she had. She became willing to complete any job, at any cost, and didn't care about the consequences at all.
After collecting her substantial reward, she knew the clan members would have heard of the man's death, and the cause. She knew they knew she had left, and figured they would have guessed how he had died by now. Deciding it was better to confront the problem than run from it like her mother had, she returned to the clan's headquarters. The members there were waiting for her. There was five in total, and all but two were human. They confronted her about the man's death, and how she had accepted a job without allowing the rest of the clan participation in it. She admitted she had done so, and stood by her decision. They reacted exactly how she had thought they would; they felt she had betrayed them, and she deserved to die. Surprisingly though, there was another person in the group who had wanted to leave, and decided to side with Dilara; she was a young twi'lek girl named A'rali Komad. When the fighting began, A'rali stated who she was fighting for. Dilara's plan was slightly spoiled by the girl, but she was grateful for the backup.
The fighting turned ugly quickly. Dilara picked off one guy before he even got to draw his weapon; she had clearly caught them off guard, because they hadn't expected her to walk in ready for a fight. The others scattered, seeking shelter, as Dilara dove for cover herself. The fighting continued for a few more seconds, and then Dilara told A'rali to run away from the building, and wait for Dilara to call for her; she had a plan, and A'rali would be in the way. Though the girl protested, she slunk off, taking cover, not allowing the others to see her. Then, Dilara pulled out the grenade she had brought specially for this fight. Using her jet pack, she launched herself up to the upper floor balcony that hung out over the front door and courtyard-like area where they were fighting. She then chucked the grenade to where her enemies were hiding, and dove inside for cover. The grenade killed all but one, and he was left badly injured. Dilara abandoned him to die, taking A'rali with her.
Soon after that battle, Dilara came into ownership of a new YG-4210. After some serious modifying, the ship became the two girl's greatest asset; instant transport to wherever they needed to go. She taught A'rali everything she knows.
A few years later, Dilara learned that the man she had left for dead actually survived, and wanted revenge. He set up a fake job, and then lured her into a trap. He threw a knife at her, meaning to fatally wound her but not kill her so he could leave her as she had him, but A'rali saw just in time and pushed Dilara out of the way. It didn't spare her the knife completely, but it didn't kill her either. The knife caught her in the leg, and did some serious damage to the tendon. She forced herself to move to cover, and then with A'rali's help, ended up killing the man, this time for sure. It wasn't a clean wound, doing more damage than usual. Dragging herself behind cover didn't help either. It took her several months to recover, but a couple surgeries and a lot of credits later she was able to start working again. She never completely recovered though, so when she runs she has a faint limp and sometimes it gets stiff or sore.
RP Sample:
Dilara strolled towards the building, all confidence. She knew she could be walking towards her death, but that didn't faze her anymore; she jumped into dangerous situations almost every day. Tucked into her jacket was the grenade she had bought minutes ago. Swung against her hip was her blaster, prepared for the inevitable fight she knew she was going to have to deal with.
They were waiting for her outside the building they used for their headquarters, just standing around, not even bothering to look casual. Conveniently though, their demeanor chased away civilians, removing the chance for accidental deaths. "Where have you been, Di?" one asked. A man in his thirties, he had pretty much established himself as the leader of the clan.
"I think you know, Keshar. Let's stop playing games and get around to it, shall we?" Dilara responded, her tone cool.
"Always blunt. Typical of you. So, you know what we do to those who betray us like that?" Keshar asked.
"Of course," Dilara said, as she drew her gun. In only a few seconds she had shot Keshar. The rest scrambled, running for cover behind boxes and pulling out their own weapons. It amazed her that they hadn't expected something like this from her, and hadn't shot her right away. That's Keshar's doing, of course, she thought as she ducked behind a pile of crates. Always has to dramatize everything. I would have had my men shoot me on sight, instead of talking my head off with the whole 'hearing' crap. Thank you, Keshar, for my life.
"Dilara!" Someone called from her side. She turned her gun on that person, but paused just long enough to realize it was A'rali, and she was holding up her hands, clearly unarmed. "I'm on your side! Let me help you!"
Dilara nodded once, motioned for her to come over, but kept an eye on her, to make sure she didn't draw a weapon on her as part of some sort of trap. She didn't. When A'rali reached her side, she drew a weapon and began returning fire against the enemy. Dilara joined her.
She caught another guy in the shoulder, and then she noticed her opportunity to use her plan. "A'rali, find cover," she ordered the twi'lek.
"What? I am behind cover," she responded, sounding confused.
"Get away from the building, somewhere safe, alright? Just do it. I don't have time to explain," Dilara insisted.
"Fine." A'rali stood and ran in the direction Dilara had come from. She didn't wait to see if she found cover. Reaching into her jacket, she pulled the grenade out of her jacket, and then pushed a button on a small wristband. The jet-pack on her back activated, and she shot into the sky. She made it to the balcony of the second floor before anybody realized what had happened to her. She activated the grenade, threw it amongst the bounty hunters, and then dove into the building for cover.
The explosion shook the building a little, and then silence fell over the courtyard below. Dilara inched out, her gut ready to take down any survivors. When she was sure there were none in a condition to fire at her, she flew back down the ground.
The grenade had blown apart the crates scattered in the yard, turning them into sharp, deadly shrapnel. If the impact of the explosion didn't kill her victims, the shrapnel did. She found the bodies of each of the clan members, one by one. As she approached the last body, she realized he was breathing. She approached cautiously, wary. He opened her eyes and looked up at her, but he was clearly dazed, and was bleeding from several wounds. He seemed to also be missing a leg. He muttered a faint help, which made her smile cruelly. "Sorry, no can do. You should have thought twice before siding with Keshar against me. You knew he would get you killed, and now he has." She smiled, gave a half salute in farewell, and then turned on her heal and walked away, just as he started to choke on his own blood. He won't make it. Nothing to worry about there, she thought as she walked away.
Age: 27
Race: human
Birth place: Dilara isn't actually from anywhere, seeing as she was born in space. I will explain this more later on.
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 130 lbs.
Eye Color: green
Hair Color: Dark red, obviously dyed.
Appearance: Dilara is about average height, with an athletic build. She's got deep green eyes and chin length blood red hair. Her bangs are cut shorter and swept to the side to keep them out of her eyes. She has darker skin. She has an intricate tattoo that starts above her left eye and ends along her jaw bone, which is red in color outlined in black. She has another small one on her collar bone, and one at the bottom of her neck. On her wrists she has matching tattoos that wrap around them. She has a confident and reckless look about her, typical of bounty hunters.
Personality: Dilara's past has made her a bit reckless. She doesn't care about anyone, and feels that everyone just wants one thing or another from you, with no thought for your feelings. Because of this, she really doesn't feel like she should bother caring about other people. She rarely reflects on the consequences of her actions, she just does what's necessary to get what she wants. She really has no goals in life other than her constant hunt for credits. She can be very manipulative. She has a deep fear of relationships, because of her mother's past. She's a very greedy person, isn't very trustworthy or loyal, and has pretty low moral standards. She's pretty sarcastic, and says whatever is on her mind, no matter how it effects people.
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Previous Faction/Rank: n/a
Equipment: Dilara wears a lightly armored black jacket over a loose tank top, thick pants, and boots. She carries a blaster pistol at all times, that she keeps on her belt. She's also used a jetpack before- which is controlled by a small ringlet on her wrist- and several melee weapons, her favorite being a double-bladed vibrosword or similar weapons.
Starship: For now, I'm just going to go with one I saw on wookiepedia; the YG-4210. She's modified it heavily to fit her needs, adding weapons and other things to make it more fit for her line of work. (There's only one problem with this ship; I'm not sure it's invented yet at the time of this rp. From what I can find out, it may be a few years in the future... )
Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 7
Bio:
Early years: Birth - 14 years.
Dilara was practically born with a blaster in hand. From a very young age, her mother insisted she learn to protect herself, so she began training her on how to use a blaster the minute she could hold it straight. Soon after that, she started training her in multiple Melee weapons once Dilara could hold them long enough to fight with them. Her mother told her time and time again, "We live in a cruel, unforgiving world and a girl's got to know how to keep herself safe." She didn't care one bit how much Dilara complained; she was going to learn how to fight, whether she liked it or not.
Dilara's mother refused to talk about her past, or tell Dilara who her father was. Young Dilara was very curious, and wanted to know, but her mother completely refused to tell her. Born with her mother's stubbornness and her father's devious mind, she started to come up with ways to get around her mother's refusal. Her mother had a serious drinking problem, and as Dilara got older, she learned that when her mother was drunk, it was very easy to get information out of her. With some careful questioning at her mother's weakest moments, Dilara slowly put together her mother's past, and her reasoning behind Dilara's training.
Jea, Dilara's mother, had once been married. She had come from a planet where old customs still emerged from time to time, and arranged marriages were very common. Jea had been forced into marriage at age 16. She hated the man she was forced to marry, and wanted to leave as soon as possible, because he was abusive. A year into the marriage Jea stole her husband's ship, and disappeared.
I'M HERE!She ended up on Nar Shaddaa. For the next few years she would pick up work her and there, trying to build a life for herself, but trouble seemed to follow her everywhere. She ended up in some pretty questionable situations several times. She learned that life was cruel, and being a single young woman in a world of heartless people, she had to learn to defend herself.
She met an ex-soldier and started training with him. She gained a lot of skill from him, and also something else; she fell in love with that man, and she thought he loved her, and that they might actually be able to have a life together, and be happy. That all went away when she found out she was pregnant; the minute she told him he disappeared. Dilara's mother left Nar Shaddaa soon after that on another stolen ship, wanting to get her and her baby away from that fowl world. The two lived the next fourteen years wandering from place to place, her mother never happy with wherever she ended up.
On the Run: 15- 17 years.
When Dilara was 15, her mother began smuggling for a very powerful man. At first everything went okay; her mother slowly began making a profit, and life for once seemed to get a little easier. It all went sour again when their ship was boarded by pirates, their cargo stolen. Jae- knowing her employer would probably kill her for losing the expensive cargo she was entrusted to transport- fled, hoping to avoid him. A bounty was set on the two women, which they quickly learned about. For the next two years, they ran from planet to planet, only ever barely ahead of their pursuers.
One day not long after Dilara's 17th birthday, they ended up cornered in the back of a bar, surrounded my a mix of bounty hunters. Still, her mother refused to be taken by them, and ended up getting herself shot. She died, leaving Dilara alone and at the mercy of the bounty hunters. She was dragged back to her mother's employer, who quickly sold her into slavery to make up for the lost profit from the stolen goods.
Working as a Good Guy: 17 - 19 years.
Becoming a Bounty Hunter: 20 years until present day.
Now having survived life on the run, being a slave, and escaping slavery, Dilara decided she wanted to do something with her life, but she didn't want to be tied to any one place or thing. She had learned throughout her years of running and staying one step ahead of danger that there was a certain thrill to it, and the dangerous jobs were the ones that paid well. She had already seen what the life of a smuggler was like, and she kind of wanted to shoot higher than that. She knew she had the skills to do it, and was willing to do things other people wouldn't at any personal cost, so she decided to become a bounty hunter.
She learned quickly that if anybody was going to hire her, she needed to establish herself as a bounty Hunter worthy of the employee's money and time. To establish herself, she joined a small clan of bounty hunters who were conveniently looking to replace a man they ended up killing for betraying them. The clan had strict rules; you were part of the group until you retire, because if you leave, they'd kill you. Every job you get, you were required to allow other clan members a part in it. In return, they shared their profits, and helped each other find work. The even helped her master the skills her mother's training had given her, making her even better at her line of work. She worked with them for a few years, honing her skills.
She began getting more extravagant jobs as she became better known. One day, a man approached her, wanting her to kill an enemy of his real quiet like. She wanted the job, but there was one problem; nobody else could know about the job, so she wouldn't be able to tell the rest of the clan. She knew though if she didn't they would consider it an act of betrayal and probably try and kill her. After debating it for a while, her want for credits won over her fear of the others, and she accepted the job. She left the clan and when on the hunt for her new target.
It didn't take her long to find him; he was a gambler and black market businessman, and pretty well known. After tracking him down she followed him discretely for a little while, learning his habits. She discovered he kept body guards with him all the time, but the hired muscle was pathetic, obviously no match for an experienced bounty hunter like herself. When he was at his most vulnerable moment, she finally confronted him. She quickly dispatched the two body guards with him, and then turned to finish the job, when he started pleading for his life. He promised her quite a lot of things, but she had learned while watching him that his promises were empty; he never paid up. She silenced his pleas with a shot to the head. Killing him changed her; she had killed before, but it had always been during a fight, and it had never been such blatant murder. Killing him hardened her, and also wiped away the little bit of mercy she had. She became willing to complete any job, at any cost, and didn't care about the consequences at all.
After collecting her substantial reward, she knew the clan members would have heard of the man's death, and the cause. She knew they knew she had left, and figured they would have guessed how he had died by now. Deciding it was better to confront the problem than run from it like her mother had, she returned to the clan's headquarters. The members there were waiting for her. There was five in total, and all but two were human. They confronted her about the man's death, and how she had accepted a job without allowing the rest of the clan participation in it. She admitted she had done so, and stood by her decision. They reacted exactly how she had thought they would; they felt she had betrayed them, and she deserved to die. Surprisingly though, there was another person in the group who had wanted to leave, and decided to side with Dilara; she was a young twi'lek girl named A'rali Komad. When the fighting began, A'rali stated who she was fighting for. Dilara's plan was slightly spoiled by the girl, but she was grateful for the backup.
The fighting turned ugly quickly. Dilara picked off one guy before he even got to draw his weapon; she had clearly caught them off guard, because they hadn't expected her to walk in ready for a fight. The others scattered, seeking shelter, as Dilara dove for cover herself. The fighting continued for a few more seconds, and then Dilara told A'rali to run away from the building, and wait for Dilara to call for her; she had a plan, and A'rali would be in the way. Though the girl protested, she slunk off, taking cover, not allowing the others to see her. Then, Dilara pulled out the grenade she had brought specially for this fight. Using her jet pack, she launched herself up to the upper floor balcony that hung out over the front door and courtyard-like area where they were fighting. She then chucked the grenade to where her enemies were hiding, and dove inside for cover. The grenade killed all but one, and he was left badly injured. Dilara abandoned him to die, taking A'rali with her.
Soon after that battle, Dilara came into ownership of a new YG-4210. After some serious modifying, the ship became the two girl's greatest asset; instant transport to wherever they needed to go. She taught A'rali everything she knows.
A few years later, Dilara learned that the man she had left for dead actually survived, and wanted revenge. He set up a fake job, and then lured her into a trap. He threw a knife at her, meaning to fatally wound her but not kill her so he could leave her as she had him, but A'rali saw just in time and pushed Dilara out of the way. It didn't spare her the knife completely, but it didn't kill her either. The knife caught her in the leg, and did some serious damage to the tendon. She forced herself to move to cover, and then with A'rali's help, ended up killing the man, this time for sure. It wasn't a clean wound, doing more damage than usual. Dragging herself behind cover didn't help either. It took her several months to recover, but a couple surgeries and a lot of credits later she was able to start working again. She never completely recovered though, so when she runs she has a faint limp and sometimes it gets stiff or sore.
RP Sample:
Dilara strolled towards the building, all confidence. She knew she could be walking towards her death, but that didn't faze her anymore; she jumped into dangerous situations almost every day. Tucked into her jacket was the grenade she had bought minutes ago. Swung against her hip was her blaster, prepared for the inevitable fight she knew she was going to have to deal with.
They were waiting for her outside the building they used for their headquarters, just standing around, not even bothering to look casual. Conveniently though, their demeanor chased away civilians, removing the chance for accidental deaths. "Where have you been, Di?" one asked. A man in his thirties, he had pretty much established himself as the leader of the clan.
"I think you know, Keshar. Let's stop playing games and get around to it, shall we?" Dilara responded, her tone cool.
"Always blunt. Typical of you. So, you know what we do to those who betray us like that?" Keshar asked.
"Of course," Dilara said, as she drew her gun. In only a few seconds she had shot Keshar. The rest scrambled, running for cover behind boxes and pulling out their own weapons. It amazed her that they hadn't expected something like this from her, and hadn't shot her right away. That's Keshar's doing, of course, she thought as she ducked behind a pile of crates. Always has to dramatize everything. I would have had my men shoot me on sight, instead of talking my head off with the whole 'hearing' crap. Thank you, Keshar, for my life.
"Dilara!" Someone called from her side. She turned her gun on that person, but paused just long enough to realize it was A'rali, and she was holding up her hands, clearly unarmed. "I'm on your side! Let me help you!"
Dilara nodded once, motioned for her to come over, but kept an eye on her, to make sure she didn't draw a weapon on her as part of some sort of trap. She didn't. When A'rali reached her side, she drew a weapon and began returning fire against the enemy. Dilara joined her.
She caught another guy in the shoulder, and then she noticed her opportunity to use her plan. "A'rali, find cover," she ordered the twi'lek.
"What? I am behind cover," she responded, sounding confused.
"Get away from the building, somewhere safe, alright? Just do it. I don't have time to explain," Dilara insisted.
"Fine." A'rali stood and ran in the direction Dilara had come from. She didn't wait to see if she found cover. Reaching into her jacket, she pulled the grenade out of her jacket, and then pushed a button on a small wristband. The jet-pack on her back activated, and she shot into the sky. She made it to the balcony of the second floor before anybody realized what had happened to her. She activated the grenade, threw it amongst the bounty hunters, and then dove into the building for cover.
The explosion shook the building a little, and then silence fell over the courtyard below. Dilara inched out, her gut ready to take down any survivors. When she was sure there were none in a condition to fire at her, she flew back down the ground.
The grenade had blown apart the crates scattered in the yard, turning them into sharp, deadly shrapnel. If the impact of the explosion didn't kill her victims, the shrapnel did. She found the bodies of each of the clan members, one by one. As she approached the last body, she realized he was breathing. She approached cautiously, wary. He opened her eyes and looked up at her, but he was clearly dazed, and was bleeding from several wounds. He seemed to also be missing a leg. He muttered a faint help, which made her smile cruelly. "Sorry, no can do. You should have thought twice before siding with Keshar against me. You knew he would get you killed, and now he has." She smiled, gave a half salute in farewell, and then turned on her heal and walked away, just as he started to choke on his own blood. He won't make it. Nothing to worry about there, she thought as she walked away.
