Odanneth Mal (Darth Nyx)
Darth Maliphant's Apprentice
A MOST TERRIBLE ACCIDENT
TATOOINE, MOS ESPA
The comms crackled to life and a gruff voice broke the silence: Rett! Rett... Pick up. Pick. Up. Pick up you useless human! Pick up! You said you'd be in shop today and you're not answering my messages.... Rett I swear to-
Odanneth leaned back in the dealer's chair, reaching over the comms panel to press a grubby green button: 'Hello?'
A crackling pause.
Rett? Eh. H- Who is this?
'Oh... Rett?' Oda purred, looking over the silver-painted nails on her free hand. Damn, chipped one. 'He's here, but he can't come to the comm right now. Sorry.'
Predictably, the voice softened: Heh, should have expected. That man and his girls. Keeping you busy, huh?
'Yeah, something like that.' Oda looked up at the ceiling where Rett was still floating and slowly spinning round by his ankle. He was starting to turn cold now, she could feel it. 'Do you want me to pass on a message?'
Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah. Tell him it's Dio-Tu. The jawa deal went through fine so someone will swing by this evening. He needs to be there. You got that?
'Sure.'
Thanks, sugar.
'No problem,' Oda cooed back, 'Bye. ' The comm clicked off. 'Idiot.'
Oda shrugged off the Force and let Rett's body hit the floor with a fleshy thud. She swiftly got to her knees and ducked under the comms table, feeling around for a panel on the underside -- Rett was helpful enough to tell her where it was, with a little persuasion of course. Just a little pressure and...
Click.
The small panel slid back and a tiny, silver safebox the size of a shuura fruit landed in Oda's hand. Perfect.
What was in it? What had been the worth of Rett? Gems, plans, storage crystals, rare metals, a dirty piece of blackmail? Oda didn't know and she didn't care, that wasn't what she was paid to do -- she found things, lost things, broke things. Whatever Darth Maliphant had bade her.
She tossed the box up in the air and caught it one-handed before tucking it inside her longcoat with a small smile. Now to fix things. Looking around, she caught sight of a rail above holding up all sorts of merchandise -- bits of old drives, wings and cells. She raised her hand and focused, her fingers trembling as the wall resisted at first, but then started to crunch and spit dust as the thick, metal pin holding up one end of the rail popped out. The rail creaked precariously and swayed to the left, rattling the parts. One half of a rusted, heavy turbine engine was of particular interest. Oda guided it along to line it up with the dealer's head. That will do nicely.
And so she let it drop.
What a noise and what a mess.
And what a shame... Rett Zul the parts-dealer crushed to death under the weight of his own stock. What a terrible, freakish accident... and one someone was bound to have heard. Time to go. Oda grabbed her helmet, sealed it under her chin and used the last of her energy to will herself invisible and slip out the open window. She could only carry the illusion for seconds, but it was all she needed to slink away down the deserted alleyways unnoticed. At the end of all those twists and turns she reemerged briefly, only to become lost once more in the bustling crowds of Mos Espa.
[*]Happy to have Rett's death be a part of your character's knowledge if it makes sense ic! His death (thought to be an accident) would become public knowledge soon after the event above passed. pm me if you have any questions and feel free to respond IC to the news wherever you heard it -- perhaps in a bar, perhaps you saw the crowd gather outside his store when security arrived, whatever makes sense for you! The body was discovered by the jawa traders who stopped by that evening to settle their deal.
[*]Rett Zul was a stocky human parts trader in his mid 30s. His small store 'Superparts' was known for quality goods, but where he got them from was a bit of a shady area. As a keen drinker he was often found in Mos Espa's bars, but now no longer. Moderately friendly, but a mean drunk. He had no family to speak of. Feel free to flesh out his character or add any believable anecdotes he might have if you wish.
[*]Note that Odanneth is far away at this point, so rp is purely your reactions and interactions with each other if you so wish~
[*]Rett Zul was a stocky human parts trader in his mid 30s. His small store 'Superparts' was known for quality goods, but where he got them from was a bit of a shady area. As a keen drinker he was often found in Mos Espa's bars, but now no longer. Moderately friendly, but a mean drunk. He had no family to speak of. Feel free to flesh out his character or add any believable anecdotes he might have if you wish.
[*]Note that Odanneth is far away at this point, so rp is purely your reactions and interactions with each other if you so wish~
