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Post by Rylian on Feb 6, 2016 21:58:17 GMT -8
Where once her heels clicked with military precision, now barefoot they barely made a sound on the floor. Where a collar had been starched to rigid attention now lay an arduous collar of mythra. Military bearing had given way to the grace of a dancer’s sashay. Rylian flicked the silver chain behind her with a snap of her wrist, padding silently behind Kolga’s dais as far as her leash would allow her. For most humanoids, the dim lighting of the backroom posed a problem. And while she didn’t have the infrared vision of the contemptible Hutts, she did have the exceptional night vision belonging to the Chiss. She turned her head to look over at the smugglers in a darkened corner, ogling the body military fitness had gifted her. She smirked and continued her measured pacing. Some species were so easy to impress. Her fingers entwined with the the chain as she moved, glacier blue braided with silver mythra, and she snapped her leash back and forth. One day, she’d have enough power in this blasted place to exact revenge on the son of a bitch that called himself a Chiss. One day, she would hold his life in her hand.
And extinguish it.
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Post by Rapture on Feb 28, 2016 20:04:39 GMT -8
It was a challenging trip to get here that was for sure, even the security was tough to coach into believing she was here for a rest which was entirely true since she had no wants or needs to cause trouble, even if she did they wouldn't be able to do anything to stop her.. Smirking as she passed the security officer and made her way to the speeder headed for a nice little establishment on this hideous planetary moon and sighed while surveying her surroundings.
She wasn't here for play or pleasure, it was strictly business as she was called forth by a contact to meet with his greasy crime boss Good ting I got my weapons secured she muttered under her breath and fixed her hair as she walked up to the droid and climbed into a speeder that would take her near enough the needed destination and would allow for a quick glimpse at the area that would be of importance to her.
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Post by Zalus Bidan on Feb 29, 2016 11:05:14 GMT -8
A minstrel class star yacht flew overhead and landed in a nearby docking port. Once the door opened and the ramp lowered a man, with boyish looks stepped out. He had a waist length ponytail that was braided in thick knots. He wore a leather jacket, black cargo pants, steel toed boots, and had a red scarf around his neck. He put on sunglasses and stepped off the ramp. He put his hands in his pockets but his smirk was as wry as his walk, he was a man who was confident, and boldly so. He looked around the city for a moment to track down a speeder to head to Kolga's establishment. His sunglasses were actually a heads up display on the underside, attached to his data pad through a wireless connection. He was able to scan people, and map directions just by a swipe or a blink of his eyes. It also was functional as a blast shield for his eyes against flash bangs or similar based force attacks.
His boots clacked against the metal grating of the floor and he looked down to the right, to see a beggar panhandling, he rummaged through his pocket and handed him a credit chip and walked on. He did not care if the man used it for booze, but he knew what it was like to go hungry. He then checked his own holsters to make sure his knives and blasters were in order. Hutts were picky crimelords, they could afford to be, if Kolga did not like him, there was no telling what may happen. He continued to walk in the direction of the speeders, he knew where he needed to go, but did not want to walk. His thoughts turned back to his exchange on Malastare, and he wondered why he was still thinking of that little nobody twi'lek mechanic. She made an impression on him, and he knew when people made an impression on him they were worth remembering.
He saw that there was a speeder headed poised to take passengers to Kolga's den. He whistled and waved before it had a chance to lift off with its current passenger. He did not bother to open the door, he simply hopped over it and landed in the seat next to the woman. To anyone he would have looked sixteen, still in his teens, but he was in his early twenties. He looked over to her and saluted with two fingers, "Pardon the second passenger, but I have an appointment to keep."
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Post by Rapture on Feb 29, 2016 11:31:49 GMT -8
Smirking as another jumped into her ride she popped the clutch in gear and used the force to slam the door shut not caring one bit if there were hostiles to a forcie on this force forsaken moon. Hensley wore a thermal overshirt with only one sleeve, a pair of mesh thermal weave pants and black heels. Her nails had been painted black with an hourglass symbol on the middle of each nail resembling that of a widow.
Her hair was hanging loose in braids and her entire appearance allowing for a subtle, yet false, air of wealth and privilege. If one didn't know better they might mistake Hensley for some rich heiress in the moon for some clubbing yet that also would be a huge mistake on their part as well, on her thigh is attached a single stun pistol for good measure, her sabers hidden within the outfit itself along with certain other toys of interest that could come handy in a fight.
Taking the speeder out she responded in a calm manner and mild vocal tone Not an issue, long as you understand this is not a joyride she quipped and gunned the speeder toward the destination as if she was operating a pod during a race.
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Post by Zalus Bidan on Feb 29, 2016 11:46:18 GMT -8
"Hey, we all have to put food on the table somehow," He chuckled and tossed his pony tail back as he placed his hand on the back of his head and leaned back. He smirked as he looked over at her, looking her up and down. His scanners in his sunglasses picked up an entire arsenal on her persons. She was no escort, or floozy. She was going to the same place he was with purpose. He played it off like he had no idea she was packing heat, and sabers.
"I have my own business trip to make, and I like to be early, rather grateful you were headed to the same place. Thanks for not shoving me off your speeder." He chuckled and leaned back.
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Post by Rapture on Feb 29, 2016 11:52:59 GMT -8
Glaring as she noticed the quick glance and got a rather interesting echo in her ear she turned her attention back to the route and responded I see.. she remarked coldly and turned on the radio and spoke Scanning someone is rather rude, kiddo she chided and looked at him and added You are old enough to handle a weapon without hurting yourself, correct? she sarcastically retorted and pulled a single card from her hidden holster and flipped it around in her hand while looking toward the route.
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Post by Zalus Bidan on Feb 29, 2016 12:05:43 GMT -8
"Hard to tell who's who on worlds like this, so apologies for the informality. I value living," He chuckled and glanced over, then continued to look forward, he shrugged his shoulders and smirked, "Shot myself in the foot once, as for every time after that, couldn't tell you...well, those on the receiving end couldn't tell you."
He looked at the card she pulled out, it was obviously a detonator of some kind, he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and pulled out of his pocket his handheld gaming device, mainly to be cheeky. He knew she was bad business, or at least someone who he wouldn't want coming after her. He was intrigued already, if they were going to the same place, there was only one person of note, Kolga. They were after his services, or even vice versa. She was dangerous in his eyes, but oddly she caught his attention much like the nobody mechanic on Malastare did.
"I keep my games on one platform, easier to carry around, makes trips across the galaxy more tolerable too." He spoke as he kept an eye on the card.
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Post by Rapture on Feb 29, 2016 12:11:59 GMT -8
Grinning she clicked her nail against the card and raised her hand and slid the card to her nail and spun it as she decided to have a li'l fun toying with this mercenary Game's are not ones to be played lightly she commented and looked to his device Kolga is a fly on the wall.. What does this make you? she asked as she pulled the speeder up to the parking and slid the top down and used her hands to jump out and slid it back down.
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Post by Zalus Bidan on Feb 29, 2016 12:28:39 GMT -8
"The deliver of the goods. Hutts give me an assignment, and I deliver on the assignment. As I say, they are criminals, but organized. If you fail you know who they know. Kolga is a first for me. I make my rounds between the hutt clans and worlds. I am no fly though, but actions are better than boasts," He vaulted over the side of the speeder, not as graceful but still confidently and as impressive. He dusted off his jacket and smirked at her.
"Besides the bigger fish like the Jedi, SIth, and the IF like to think they control everything, but they don't. You want something moved, you ask underground, or you ask the hutts. The true lifeblood of the economy belongs to the people who bend the rules to put food on the table. Leave the decent work to the decent folk, and leave the dirty work to the professionals," He chuckled and adjusted his glasses, and brushed his baby bangs out of his face back behind his ears.
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Post by Rapture on Feb 29, 2016 16:40:54 GMT -8
Chuckling at his comments of the order she flashed him a knowing smirk and responded this time with venom in her tone Something we can agree on she then began walking toward the meeting The order has stood for thousands of generations, yet one thing they have accomplished was being remade into the exact same order it was before she spit with bile in her words.
These crime lords are the last safety net for the entire galaxy she said as she flashed back to an almost forgotten past and shrugged it off as she continued down her path.
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Post by Zalus Bidan on Feb 29, 2016 16:54:15 GMT -8
'Hey now, wait up!" He laughed and walked briskly to keep in pace with her sudden change in direction. He caught the inflection in her voice and was even more curious as to her intentions with talking to Kolga. If she considered the hutt a fly on the wall, did she have bigger aspirations than a mundane job and a pat on the back? He wanted to know who she was, and she spoke of crime lords being the last safety net, safety net to what? Two interesting people in a span of a couple days? Zalus had quite the luck on his side. The attractive nature of this woman was secondary to finding out who she was, names were everything, and professions were second. How good one was at a trade was third. If anything he could use a mechanic like Ni'na, but he had no idea who this woman was. Eventually his mind became circular so he just continued to walk by her side and talk, "You sound like you're more interested in connections than actual jobs, connections are as valuable. What does Kolga have, or who does he know that you are interested in?"
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Post by Rapture on Feb 29, 2016 17:01:47 GMT -8
Collecting her thoughts once she heard his comments and pushed her past back into the deepest recesses of her mental cortex locking them down and responding in kind You might see them as pests, annoying flies to be swatted but what you might fail to see is what so many others have been prey to she responded and stopped and looked at him For such an order of "good" why would they keep their activities hidden so well? she walked off without wanting to hear his reply and entered the archway of the district they needed to take to arrive.
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Post by Zalus Bidan on Feb 29, 2016 17:19:32 GMT -8
"Pshh, hardly! I see all three of them as a distraction from the real innerworkings and goings on of the galaxy. As long as there's a war, there's profit and need to ship goods under the radar, and who do people turn to? The Hutts, and who do the Hutts turn to? Us! The Jedi Order is a group of pompus arrogant jerks that constantly go up and down in golden ages only to be flattened by their own piety. I mean where are they now? Sulking in a fungal forest on Felucia. I can't imagine how much bleach they have to go through a month. Jedi are weak, sith are too self destructive, but at least have some semblance of honesty about themselves. Then there's the decent folk, like a lovely mechanic I met on Malastare. She definitely impressed me, and worth remembering, a good samaritan type. Then there's people in our profession, the underground, the ones that get things moving, and keep them moving, we play all the sides and get paid the best. Can't say I like the constant danger, but you meet some interesting folk, He sighed with a smile and followed her with his arms at his sides. He looked over to her to gauge what she was thinking. He had no idea, but he sensed that she became distant. If he struck a nerve with her, it was unintentional. He had no idea how he was able to be perceptive once in awhile, it came and went in waves. He mainly was able to tell from her body language. He kept in pace with her so far. They were close to where they needed to go, they came up on the next district. Zalus researched the map before he landed, but it was different to walk it. He wondered what Kolga had in mind. He may not even get a job, just a contact.
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Post by Rapture on Feb 29, 2016 18:25:14 GMT -8
That's why smugglers love to remain on the run - so much fun dealing with bozo's she chuckled as she quipped and looked to the meeting grounds before turning her attention to him as they walked Nobody enjoys a hutts kitchen she mused and quickened her pace while listening to the silent echoes of the force.
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Post by Zalus Bidan on Feb 29, 2016 18:46:43 GMT -8
"No, no, no, smugglers only need to run when they're caught. I'm Zalus Bidan, I may laugh and my humor's dry, but I never tell a lie. That's me in a nutshell," He gave an affirmative nod, and a confident huff. He placed his hands in his pockets as he walked, tired of them dangling by his slender hips. He burst out laughing at her last comment and shook his head, "Let alone dining with one, can you imagine all the slobber? And-hey if we're eating with him tonight don't tell him anything about the slobber comment, and I won't bring up what you said about his kitchen. Best to be on good behavior with first impressions. Then again I wouldn't know what that looks like, I'm more of a take me as I stand, sort of guy. What you see is what is there, for the most part."
He looked around to see where they were going, and nodded to himself. It looked right, he felt a tremor all of a sudden and shook his head, as if he was cold from a shiver. He got chills like this at random. He figured he was just more attuned to the supernatural than most, or anyone he ever came across. He grew more curious as she appeared to pay more attention to him. He picked up the pace with her as they walked, they were almost there. Hutts did all their dirty work in the open. They would be headed to a casino to talk to the creature. He just hoped he would get a trade route deal through all this, and be on his way, but he was still more curious at what this mysterious woman wanted from him. She certainly wasn't telling him anything, but she wasn't telling him to bugger off. Was their curiosity in her mind towards him as well? He doubted it, he basically told her why he was there.
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Post by Rapture on Feb 29, 2016 18:57:29 GMT -8
Hensley began to instinctively pool the currents of the darkside into her inner core, she knew something was off but wasn't sure if it was in the now or sometime in the near future. Her former training as a Jedi long ago made her aware of such fault lines one could pick up if careful and relay the information within their core to detect a would be threat, yet it wasn't an exact science either.this is probably why he feels a chill suddenly
As they walked she glared as she looked at him and responded You don't seem like the usual pick for a hutt to grow attentive toward she inquired as their approach was met with the inside of the building and the raven haired dark jedi smirked as she noticed everyone going about their business gambling their hearts away and heading off toward the stairs.
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Post by Zalus Bidan on Feb 29, 2016 19:13:46 GMT -8
He scratched the back of his head and lightly chuckled, before adjusting his sunglasses for the indoors. The tint went away and they became like normal reading glasses. His vibrant cobalt blue eyes revealed to all, but the HUD on the glasses hidden to only his view, "Well then if he doesn't like me, hopefully I've peaked your interest. You seem like you have higher aspirations than what a hutt can provide. So I guess we're both here for certain reasons, or fate has plans of its own."
The smoke from cigars and e cigs filled his nostrils, as did the smell of sweet food, and fresh alcohol. The sound of the music and the whirring of gambling machines were melodious in their own right for those who came to become ensnared in the trap of tourism and vice. For others it was a separate world below, while the real world was waiting for them up the steps.
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Post by Rapture on Feb 29, 2016 19:23:18 GMT -8
Looking at him she smirks and says nothing as they quickly climb the steps and get to the single elevator leading to the executive floors of the casino where the meeting was scheduled at, stepping in she waited for a moment for the other to get in and pressed the button only to arrive moments later.
Brushing her hair from her face she walked onward and toward the private casino bar room while keeping her wits about her, even though this was a business related call she was not about to loosen her guard knowing how resourceful and cunning a hutt can be should he put in the time to plan for an attack.
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Post by Zalus Bidan on Feb 29, 2016 19:32:47 GMT -8
"Hmm..." He caught her smirk, and it was not a no from her. He headed up the steps with her. It was lavish up here, but also feeling a bit more corporate. Hutt hovels varied from place to place. Some of them were slum like, others were tasteful to clients and pleasing to the eyes. This had the latter feeling for sure. He had to keep his guard up, sure, but he also had to wait. So he did what anyone else did with a pocket game device and whipped it out, and flipped it open. Fauna crossing was his past time for anything. It curbed boredom, granted he had a woman he could stare at until he was called in, but that was rude. So he did the exact opposite of his new friend he made. He played holo games while he waited, sitting back to relax. He had oranges he needed to harvest anyway.
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Post by Rapture on Feb 29, 2016 20:15:13 GMT -8
Grabbing a seat she watched as he pulled a game and rolled her eyes in disbelief while crossing her legs and waiting as stiffly as possible, she hated to wait and didn't really appreciate it at all but the bar looked a bit busy so she wasn't about to go in lightsabers ablazing.
Amused? she asked in a rather harsh tone.
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