Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20190918134951/@comment-24510587-20190918212238

A little trail of smoke arose from the blackened spot on Nasr Al-Taneth's forehead, right in between the Redguard's shocked eyes. As the late mobster collapsed onto the floor, the tall Nord in heavy-duty battlegear standing over him lowered her arm, the wrist-mounted laser projector collapsing back into her suit. Not bothering to inspect her work, she turned and walked towards the exit, stepping over the body of one of Nasr's numerous henchmen along the way. As she stepped through what little smouldering metal remained of the door, she could already hear the sirens of the City Watch levi-cars in the distance; no doubt the carnage had been heard by someone in one of the nearby skyscrapers.

She looked down from the balcony she was standing on. Several hundred metres below her, she could distantly see the floor of the city, illuminated by neon holosigns and street lights. Going down the stairs on the side of the building towards the elevator platform on her right would take far too long; by the time she'd gotten to the ground floor, the authorities would already have found her.

Instead, she stepped forward, hopping onto the railing and skipping over into the sky, plummeting towards certain death, far below her.

At least, it might appear that way, until a few seconds later some hatches at the bottom of her pack slid open and two jets slowed her descent. In but a moment, she had come to a stop, hovering in the sky. Even as the faint sound of sirens began to get closer, the Rihad Osprey made her escape, rocketing through the sky north-bound, until she was far away enough and landed at a catwalk on a tower's second level, with no one around to see her but a handful of bewildered hoodlums. From here, it was only a short walk to the backwater spaceport she had landed in.

"Mission accomplished; target neutralised," Heldegard spoke into the comms terminal. The brief but clear message was transmitted away immediately after. All she had to do now was see the credits appear in her account.

The Hebridean Roost had taken off from Taneth about half an hour ago, and was now hanging in low orbit over the planet Hammerfell, the brownish-yellow surface of the planet colouring the left side of the cockpit window. Heldegard sat back, her Dervish M9 Battlegear discarded behind her. She was only wearing the undersuit - she practically always wore that thing - but even stripped out of her armour, she looked tough enough to take down a Frost Troll.

She stood up out of the pilot's chair, walking to the centre of the room behind it.

"Observation mode," she said, and on her command, hidden panels in the walls, floor, and ceiling flickered to life. Suddenly, she found herself standing in space - only faint white shimmering underneath her feet betrayed that this was a holographic display of the ship's surroundings.

"Display console," she added, upon which a three-dimensional rendering of a digital keyboard materialised in fromt of her. Lights shone up about half a metre in front of her, showing her a digital console of her CHIM tool.

"Show contracts." As if by magic, the holographic console began to display names, numbers, and images, fanning out in the space around her. There was a lot of it, but Heldegard was accustomed to this system, and expertly navigated the lists of information, searching for the next job offer that might be worth her time...