Lore:Empress: Difference between revisions
→CHAPTER 3: ASSASSIN
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"Your father sends his regards," they croaked. | "Your father sends his regards," they croaked. | ||
She calmly turned. The intruder was not Cabal. They wore a strange, sleek armored suit—some off-world species unaccustomed to the atmosphere, no doubt. But her father's influence on it was obvious; he did so favor white, purple, and gold. | She calmly turned. The intruder was not [[Cabal]]. They wore a strange, sleek armored suit—some off-world species unaccustomed to the atmosphere, no doubt. But her father's influence on it was obvious; he did so favor white, purple, and gold. | ||
"He can keep them," Caiatl said. The assassin's gun, pointed at her chest, glowed with a purple light that distorted the air around it. | "He can keep them," Caiatl said. The assassin's gun, pointed at her chest, glowed with a purple light that distorted the air around it. | ||
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"Go on then," she snarled, her fist looming. "The message." | "Go on then," she snarled, her fist looming. "The message." | ||
The assassin struggled. "You are a child in a general's costume," they spat. "None of the vision of your father. None of the drive or strength of the one they call Dominus." Something sharp penetrated Caiatl's pressure suit and slipped up against her ribs. "You will not be remembered." | The assassin struggled. "You are a child in a general's costume," they spat. "None of the vision of your father. None of the drive or strength of the one they call [[Dominus Ghaul|Dominus]]." Something sharp penetrated Caiatl's pressure suit and slipped up against her ribs. "You will not be remembered." | ||
Spurred to action, Caiatl rolled to unseat the blade; the assassin followed and raised the Void weapon to her head. | Spurred to action, Caiatl rolled to unseat the blade; the assassin followed and raised the [[Void]] weapon to her head. | ||
Caiatl slammed her hand over the barrel. Energy shot through her palm as she ripped the gun away. She grabbed the assassin's helmet with her bloody fingers and slammed their head against the ground. Once, twice, three times. | Caiatl slammed her hand over the barrel. Energy shot through her palm as she ripped the gun away. She grabbed the assassin's helmet with her bloody fingers and slammed their head against the ground. Once, twice, three times. | ||