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Kayanna Djo

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Nar Shaddaa

 

The word tasted like venom in her mouth. The curl of the tongue, the way it almost hissed in utterance. Nar Shhhhhhadda. Though she was taught to respect the ways of the jungle, of the land that existed between the falls and mountain tops, she couldn't break from the cultural stigma. The Witches of Dathomir saw the snake as a fruitful beast, consuming as all of nature did. But the rotten apple spoiled and with it, everything else. Gleaming eyes, reflective of bright oceans that were filled with purpose, looked down on the metropolis with nothing but contempt.

 

Criminals.

 

Smuuglers.

 

Scum.

 

She was getting the hang of the vessel, despite herself. Despite her upbringing, where she was taught to be weary in regard to technology, she knew the utility in such when searching out vengeful path. The universe was dark, this helped to illuminate things. Her father saw to that.

 

Cutting through the atmosphere, a swift blade through clouds of phosphorous and sickly orange, the lights of the city lit up the screen. She leaned forward, out of her seat, as her eyes set upon the wonders that her father spoke of. Of miracles, glittering neon lights of all colors, and noise that could be heard even from the zenith of the planets orbit. She had to fight the urge for awe, knowing that her purpose here was a dark as the world's underbelly. A matter of intelligence, of a clue within her fathers ship towards the identity of his killer, guided her wrathful hands.

 

The Burning Deck. Three weeks from yesterday. Be there or suffer the consequences.

 

Those were the words that burned blue across an unlocked data pad, charging know on a docking station. Words that she repeated, in fear that she might forget or the datapad might fall to corruption. She might forget them with all the other things that were left behind. Tears and a burning tree, signalling smoke in the nights sky.

 

The ship turned, nearly of its own volition, as it cut towards the landing pad in cue with correspondence. As the clamps set in, cold steel against tracer lights that circled the designated area, she moved out from the ramp. A man stood. Not a slave or puppet, thing used for procreation and nothing else. A burly figure, one who had hungry eyes.

 

"Going to need information for your stay."

"The Burning Deck." She stated, dismissively, as she found trouble in breaking from the older ways.

"Uhh...yeah. What about it?"

"That's where I'm heading. Do you intend to stop me?" Glaciers formed across vibrant eyes, shifting to sink the figure who halted her progress.

"Uhm, no? I just need ship information. We can get it while you're parked. You're free to head up. It's...uhh...over there." He waved his hand, though it was more like a small bird fluttering.

 

Nodding with searching eyes, she moved forward with a hand on the short sword that rested across the small of her back. Eyes that moved towards the horizon, towards the path that laid before her. Her mind was overtaken with the mission ahead as her lungs adjusted to the haze and pollution of Nar Shhhhhhadda.

 

Maiev


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It hadn't been even two hours since Maiev had parted ways with Myn Eris, the pair having managed to escape the facility. And the witch was tempted to return to it, just so she could get away from the stench. In there everything was clean and filtered, the complete opposite to the smog that seemed eternal on Nar Shaddaa.

 

And that wasn't accounting for the filth that littered the streets, and she wasn't just talking about actual trash.

 

Nar Shaddaa. Coruscant. Any of the big city planets were low on Maiev's list to visit frequently.

 

There was something about how industrial everything was that irked Maiev. Especially considering they had eventually eclipsed the entire planet. Leaving not even a speck of its original nature in reach. Sure, Coruscant was much better than the Demon Moon, the latter being full of all manner of lowlifes no matter what level you were on. Whereas Coruscant at least hid it until you hit the Undercity.

 

Coming to such a place was borne from necessity, her initial intention was to meet a contact; to follow a potential lead on a Sith cult making use of the smuggling routes. However she had been knocked out before ever reaching the meeting point, and that had been almost two days ago. If her contact was still around she'd be surprised.

 

Frankly Maiev was equally surprised she hadn't just left the planet already. But she still held some hope that she could still pick up the thread and find at least something that guided her to the next one.

 

Maybe if Kalax was awake she'd be able to offer some advice, but the spirit had returned to 'sleep'. Apparently she had been trying to re-establish their connection while in the facility, even though it had been a fruitless effort until near the end.

 

It meant Maiev was left to herself, walking the streets with the hood of her jacket pulled over her head. She had managed to reclaim her previously stolen daggers, the two Dathomirian blades resting on her belt.

 

Now what was the meeting point called...

 

Maiev trekked on, slowly recollecting her surroundings and returning back on the course she had been days ago.

 

Towards The Burning Deck.

 

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Kayanna Djo

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A chirp startled her as she moved through the arena of colors and sounds. Abrasive, almost to the point of assuming intentional, she lingered over towards a patron and the thing that stood before her. Lights and figures, cascading down an internal carousel, stopping at the pull of a lever by the woman of grey hair and wrinkled skin. The elder slammed her fist down angrily on the table below her as she inserted another credit and pulled the lever. All around Anna, this occurred ad nausea, as she was reminded of stories told by her father.

 

In certain places, people throw away their fortunes, at the chance of obtaining something greater.

But why?

Because they are missing something else in their life, something that would make them whole.

And they look to fill it with fortunes?

They think it will fill it. But it won't. That's what family is for.

 

She clenched her teeth, visage producing a glare, as she recalled this memory and what she had lost. She looked around, giving off the tell-tale signs of someone being lost. But she wasn't lost, at least not spiritually. Inwardly, her eyes focused on a singular purpose for vengeance and reckoning. To obtain power, to obtain information, the two co-aligned. One would come with the other, she told herself. But she was impatient, intent on forcing information without the true power to extract it.

 

Ahead, eyes drifted over a long sign of orange neons and faux flames. The Burning Deck. Approaching with a cautious expression, she placed fingers on the hostess podium.

 

"I'm looking for someone."

"Aren't we all, darling." The brunette smiled as she flashed some menu's. "How many of you, this evening?"

"Just one." She stated with a wandering gaze, unsure of the question be asked.

"Running stag I see. Good for you, you'll do well. Follow me." She fanned the menu for Anna to follow.

 

And so she did.

 

Maiev


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For the most part Maiev was use to the constant racket made by planets like Nar Shaddaa. The witch had been exploring the galaxy long enough that she was familiar with the various sights she stumbled across.

 

Whether it was a drunken fool stumbling down the street, or an 'unfortunate soul' cursing the name of one casino or another for gobbling up all their credits.

 

Albeit those were much lesser evil, Maiev would much rather deal with a potential headache than stumbling into some type of criminal activity that was a consistant presence on the Smuggler's Moon. If she had been more naive, the type to stick her nose into something that wasn't her business, she would've no doubt gotten in the middle of it before she thought better of it.

 

Maiev eventually found herself in the establishment, carving a path through the crowd like any other potential customer. Although she had no intention of being pulled into the downward spiral of gambling.

 

She peered around slightly, seeing and hearing all the mechnical whines and whirls of the various machines. A vast majority of them were occupied, and not one of them looked particularly pleased with their fortune, or the lack of specifically.

 

The witch's focus was ahead of her, where a long orange sign hung above a door. Neon lights flickering like the flames illustrated alongside it. She stepped on through into The Burning Deck

 

"Welcome to The Burning Deck, dining for one this evening?"

 

"I was actually here to meet someone, a 'Mister Cavanos'."

 

"Ah." The brunette paused as she turned to the console built into the hostess podium, a quick flick of her hands later she looked back at Maiev. "Well, I'm afraid to say Mister Cavanos was here two days ago..."

 

"Yeah, my arrival was uh...delayed." Maiev chucked sheepishly, mostly an act but still feeling somewhat foolish nonetheless. "I don't suppose he left anything for me?" Again the hostess fell back into her own little world as she checked her terminal.

 

"It seems he did, paid quite a sum of credits to ensure we passed it on." There was a certain look in the woman's eyes as she said that. "I can have someone bring it to you, if you are intending to dine?"

 

Maiev looked around slightly, before nodding to the hostess.

 

"Wonderful, if you would follow me."

 

And she did, her gaze lingering over the current occupants as she was led to her table.

 

Kayanna Djo


Edited by Maiev, Today, 05:24 AM.

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