"Kitty."

Mel held one of her claws up for the regal looking Blue Jay, which she'd named Kitty - for whatever reason - to perch himself on the metal surface, earning a happy little tweet from her companion as they shared a back and forth chat of whistling and chirps.

On the other side of a reinforced panel of one-way bulletproof glass - heavily scarred with claw scratches and scuffs - were the two men in suits with blue gloves. Mel knew they were there, but paid them no mind as she continued to just sit in the middle of the room with Kitty perched on her raised index claw, with the heavily claw-marked metal door in front of her and a small little shelf for Kitty was attached to the wall above the corner she'd declared long ago as her sleeping corner, diagonally opposite to the lavatory's privacy wall.

"You have another mission, Project M31." A voice from a hidden intercom spoke up, earning a head tilt from Kitty and Mel's visible eye to redirect towards the door before it was knocked on twice from the outside before it slid open, revealing two guards, one of whom was holding her customary set of claw restraints.

"Kitty, come." Mel slowly stood up, letting Kitty flap the short distance to perch on top of her head while they restrained her hands as the two men in suits appeared in the open door behind the guards as the nearly eight foot tall girl meekly fell into step behind the guards while the suited men followed behind her, side by side.

After the familiar route to the briefing room, Mel was sent through the door alone - Kitty was still on her head, the two seemingly inseparable - and it slid closed behind her as she slowly, deliberately focused her ever turning head straight ahead towards the figure ahead of her in the dimly lit room, standing with their arms behind their back as always.

"Project M31, your mission, as always, is a target. You will be provided with their location en route. Proceed to the shuttle for transfer to the transport vessel." The person, which Mel internally gave the name Dark, gave her orders without moving.

"Kill?" Mel's soft, timid little voice spoke up through her curtain of hair, and Kitty's head tilted to the side quizzically up top.

"Yes, go kill." Dark replied, and Kitty chirped, seemingly in agreement.

"Kill." Mel repeated with a small nod as she slowly turned around as the door slid open and she ducked under the frame and fell into step for the next portion of her memorized route and went to the shuttleport.

One short shuttle ride with her usual escorts and her feathery friend, then she was aboard the transport vessel with the profile of her target, most of their profile meant nothing to her. She only needed their appearance and location.


Within 10 hours, Mel was dropped off by herself from the shuttle, on the outskirts of a town, leaving her to walk the rest of the way into town, passing a few normal people on small farms and ranches, whistling back and forth with Kitty along the way.

Out of the irrelevant drabble the target's profile had, it said they were influential in the planet's criminal dealings, known for contraband smuggling and slavery trade. Local criminals under his command were expected to be present as bodyguards, not that it was much of a concern for her particular skillset.

Kitty chirped in warning, and Mel's gaze immediately went to a ship that was passing overhead to a nearby ranch, bigger than a shuttle for sure, but clearly not Alliance.

Mel carefully approached a nearby tree, watching from a distance. The ship looked to be a transport, and as she watched the freight hatch slowly open and reveal a crew of about seven or eight step out to meet a group of three standing near some crates.

Mel spotted her target among the group of three, right in the center, and by proxy, the leader. She watched quietly, and even Kitty was quietly watching the two groups talk for a few minutes before a few of the larger group picked up the crates and carried them into the ship. The one in the lead of the big group, a man with brown hair and a holstered weapon on his right leg, shook hands with her target and returned to the ship.

Knowing her opening when she saw it, Mel gave a small chirp of warning to Kitty, and Kitty fluttered off her head as she took off at a full quadruped sprint with her long limbs and deceptively powerful physique. Kitty easily kept pace about fifteen feet above her as she easily kept her advantage of surprise until the very last second and tore out of some undergrowth on all fours to suddenly slash her claws into the first bodyguard's unarmoured neck in a spray of bright red blood, already in a midair leap towards her second interference, taking off one of their arms, then slit the man's throat as she spun around to face the barrel of her target's raised weapon, a shotgun.

"Fuckin' Reaver... What the hell are you doin' out here?!" The terrified man shouldered the weapon, ready to fire, but suddenly Kitty flapped right up to the man's face and let out a sharp screeching cry to startle the man and give Mel an opening to thrust her hand into his chest, only briefly hindered by his armour hidden under his clothing.

"Mel." She declared her name with a hint of pride through her hair. "Not Reaver."

The gurgling of the man's attempt at speaking was irrelevant to her now, as she sensed a presence behind her and spun around to see the leader from the bigger group cautiously approaching with one hand on his still holstered gun.

"Now I catch you did declare your name to be Mel? Is that right?" The man asked as he took in the sight of her ragged attire, metal claws and jauntily perched bird - which he confidently concluded to be her companion - on top of her long curtain of white hair, with only one eye peering through a naturally off-center part in her hair.

"Mel." She pointed one bloodied claw at her chest, then moved it upwards to indicate the bird on her head, which was preening under a wing with his beak. "Kitty."

"Now, after what I just witnessed, I daresay you had a problem with Mr. Mactus of the revenge sorts."

"Yes, problem." Mel agreed with a slight nod of her head. "Not problem now."

"Now if I'm not mistaken, someone of your sorts might need to make a hasty getaway before things become scary. If you're willing, let's make it fast."

Mel's eye glanced upwards as Kitty peered down at her eye from his lofty perch, chirping twice with a sideways tilt of it's head.

"Yes."