Private Back to Zygerrian roots

[Mairéad Solus]

Location: aboard Marzanna on route to Zygerria
Objective: Uncover her past
Tags: Marcella Fiora

Spoiler: Equipment:

Velmorite bladed lightsabers
Song steel knife on ankle
Ladies Watch
FDS-4F blaster pistol
Marzanna
Datapad

Mairéad had had a complex life, her earliest memories were as a tiny child at a slave facility, being nursed by droids and lacking the warmth of contact with a mother. Other memories were that of the Zygerrian slave markets and the prisons her kind were kept caged up in for months on end before sale or hiring to various clients of her owners. She was suprised she had remained as strong as she had for so long, and she was mostly at one with her past. But there were holes, she didn't know she had had begun as, who were her parents, whether she had other family or even something as simple as which planet she was born on.

That would change on this mission, hopefully, she looked out the window thoughtfully, her friend and Caporegime Marcella Fiora sat on the large couch beside her in one of the suites aboard her ship. They had been sat for a couple of hours in Mai's suite so they could make plans while the autopilot carried them to Zygerria. The documents that the Family had uncovered for her were strewn on the table.

In the earliest days of Mairéad's freedom she had taken the Emancipator-2 from her previous owners. The Family had cracked open its data core at her request and traced the paper trail back to a specific slaver organisation on Zygerria where, unfortunately the trail had gone cold. Zygerrians often air-gapped their most secret servers and even on occasion used hand written records for sales due to tradition to uncover more they would have to investigate in person.

She sighed and looked back into the room, smiling affectionately at Marcella. "I'm sorry if i'm a bit out of sorts, I'm just thinking about what we might find... and what will happen if we find nothing. Honestly I dont know what scares me more." she laughed nervously and reached down to move some of the papers detailing the last known adress of the businessman that had sold her to Rookal the Hutt. "Thank you for this, you have no idea how much it means to me to be able to even try." She reached and poured whiskey into a pair of glasses that the two of them had been using and took a sip from hers.

"How do you think we should procede once we arrive? If this were Denon or Coruscant I could see you just walking in a demanding access to their records." she laughed. She actually wondered what her legal standing was if she was recognised on Zygerria. Legally she had been paid for and was the property of Rookal the Hutt, so was technically part of his estate upon his death. She found herself subconsciously rubbing at the location where her old ownership tattoo had been removed. "Do you speak any Zygerrian? It's a surprisingly pretty language all things considered."

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[Marcella Fiora]

M A R C E L L A⠀ F I O R A

'Fuel to Fire'​

She knew little about Mai's history overall, everything she knew was through small pieces of information and hints offered by her icy friend. Though Marcy' herself had a rough history growing up and understood the need for closure and resolution~ something that she sorely missed. She was there to support her friend however in following a lead to Zygerria in hopes of clarifying her history

and origins, an important pursuit that clearly meant a lot to Mai' and which Marcy' was more than happy to help with.

The pair had been in Mai's suite for a few hours now, socializing and inspecting the documents their friends had collected for her. " 'Course not, I know your response but if you feel like you need to turn back then I'll respect that~ no judgement," she smiled reassuringly in an attempt to help her feel more prepared, " 'am just happy to have been invited, anythin' you need just ask; this is your op."

Reaching for her freshly-poured glass of whiskey on the table, she stubbed out her cigarra and left it in the cigarra tray. "Well.. what do we expect? Are we landin' in the capital port or outside the city? We can approach this however you like, aggressive or diplomatic, it's your call," she pointed out, taking a sip from her glass while she glanced over to her blaster pistol; "perhaps we just follow the lead and see where it takes us?"

Setting her glass down on the table, she picked up her wood-grip sidearm, removed the power pack and pulled the recoil slider back to inspect the weapon, "Phah!" she laughed, " 'course not! I'm afraid my eloquence only extends to standard," grinned Marcy'. Her face turned more serious as her next question came, "Do you?" asked Marcy', aware of her history on the planet~ "all I know is that this place is hot.."

After a few more moments passed, she nodded her head upwards at her counterpart, "What're you packin'?"

Mairéad Solus

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[Mairéad Solus]

Location: aboard Marzanna on route to Zygerria
Objective: Uncover her past
Tags: Marcella Fiora

Spoiler: Equipment:

Velmorite bladed lightsabers
Song steel knife on ankle
Ladies Watch
FDS-4F blaster pistol
Marzanna
Datapad

Mairéad almost never spoke Zygerrian in front of anyone, but she trusted Marcella Fiora and was comfortable around her, she wouldnt be here otherwise. "Por supuesto, Zygerrian es bastante guapo cuando no está gritando órdenes. Aunque no tan hermosa como tú, amiga." she stuck her tongue out playfully between her teeth and held her fingers together "Just a little".

She suddenly hoped her friend genuinely didnt understand her birth language. She smiled though, actually quite glad that she had someone she was comfortable enough to share it with. But Marcella, ever the professional was right onto business.

"So, we have visitor clearance to land on a small pad nearby this guy's facility. Its mostly offices there, they dont keep a lot of... product.. on site. Which is probably for the best as i'm not sure starting a war with a load of slavers by freeing all their slaves would be the news Ms. Stroud would like to wake up to." she smirked, she felt like Marcella would totally be up for that too, but would it be good for business?

"I have that watch I bought off of Niki, this lovely Fiora pistol, and a stiletto knife." she pulled up her loose trouser leg slightly revealing an ankle clip, the hilt of one of her light sabers was neatly clipped to her calf. She grinned "Just in case.... so, how about you? Are you wearing it?" she raised an eyebrow and looked towards Marcella's chest, trying to pick out the lines of the breastplate that she had forged for her.

The pitch from Marzanna's engines changed as she slowed her descent towards the landing pad and Mairéad looked at the projection of the cockpit windows on the walls. They were nearly there, the facility was modelled like a Manor house on the side of a lake that they could now see from a great height, behind which were several rows of smaller buildings. Mairéad felt nervous but also excited to be doing this.

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[Marcella Fiora]

M A R C E L L A⠀ F I O R A

'Run Cried the Calling'​

Confused at what Marcy' believed to be Zygerrian, it was clear to see that she had no idea what Mai' said, "Uhuh, 'least one of us does!" she responded as she tried not to grin. She knew Mai's past was rather volatile and particularly uncomfortable to discuss,

yet she admired Mai's tenacity to face her history in such a fashion~ and to share it with someone.

"Mm, we absolutely don't want a war.." Marcy' retorted, placing her sidearm in her back belt as she felt the descent of the ship begin, "though if we gather the correct information, I'm sure we could look at freein' as many as possible in the future, though I can't see it happenin' today~" she picked up her glass from the table and downed the rest of her drink, preparing to stand up; leaning on the edge of her seat, she had an idea to run past her companion, " 'Course.. one option to get in would be to pose as slavers.. otherwise we'll be knocking doors down," she paused to let it sink in, "unless you had any other ideas?"

Now standing up as she could see their location in sight through the window, she grinned coyly at her friend, "you know me, I never go anywhere without my lightsword!" chucked Marcy', intentionally misunderstanding Mai's question. "Good choice though! and yes, of course!" she knocked on her metallic breastplate~ perfectly engineered to fit underneath her outfits, "Thank you, again, for this.."

"It's your call, whaddya think?" she quizzed, now ready to go and rather excited to go on a little adventure; a welcome change from her usual variety of offices.​

Mairéad Solus

 

[Mairéad Solus]

Location: aboard Marzanna on route to Zygerria
Objective: Uncover her past
Tags: Marcella Fiora

Spoiler: Equipment:

Velmorite bladed lightsabers
Song steel knife on ankle
Ladies Watch
FDS-4F blaster pistol
Marzanna
Datapad

Mai listened to Marcella Fiora suggestion about gathering information and returning, that would be fun, and the rewards for so many people would be a new, it would be dangerous though, and asking a lot for the family to risk that.

"Masquerading as slavers, that could be an interesting plan, i think i could do that." She looked at her reflection and mimicked voices she grew up hearing.

"Good afternoon, I am am here to discuss purchase of some sapient live goo.....mierda... I even look like some of them these days." she thought of of the finely dressed men and women that would walk in, leave wads of cash then walk out with her friends. "Marcy, you have no idea how glad I am the family isn't it to this business, I know our hands get dirty sometimes, but if it was slaves well...." she gave Marcella a wicked grin that implied violence. She loved the Family and was loyal to them, but it was a red line to her, and she knew others felt the same.

When Marcella thanked her again for the breastplate she looked happy as she stood to grab her things "You're welcome, it was fun to make." she paused a little "I don't use my saber often, but it's a pretty useful tool when you need it." she laughed. The ship had landed and a pair of ground crew were waiting at the point where the ramp would end to check their details. "Here we go then, do you think we need fake names? How does Miss Frost sound? Too much?" she chuckled to herself and headed towards the exit with Marcella. Her ship registry had been tidied up by her other family the Solus, and was vague enough to keep it undetected, but enough information to prevent awkward questions.

It would just take her a few minutes to clear things with the zygerrian landing crew, there was a little back and forth in Zygerrian and some credits changed hands before Mai waited for them to leave and looked back at Marcella. "All fees are paid including privacy surcharge. The guy thinks he swindled me, he's obviously never docked on coruscant, some proper criminals there." she grinned as she slid the excess credits she thought she might need, back into her waist band.

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[Marcella Fiora]

M A R C E L L A⠀ F I O R A

'Run Cried the Calling'​

Squinting her eyes at Mai', she was surprised that her companion had even entertained the idea of posing as slavers~ though she

couldn't help but smirk at her attempt to mimic them. "Glad you're into it, best not to threaten the hand that feeds you though, risky business."

"Anywho," she retorted, moving on swiftly as the pair left the rather luxurious confines of their metal box, "a 'lil too obvious!" chuckled Marcy', considering a more appropriate name, "how about the Fratta sisters? that should be convincing enough," she smirked, letting her associate take the lead.

As the pair exited the ship, Marcy' stood back while Mai' cleared the pair and their ship with the landing crew. As credits were exchanged and the crew departed from the landing pad, she meandered forward to join her friend, "phah, at least it's nice to not be recognised, we're a busy lot on Coruscant and Denon."

"Where to?" ​

Mairéad Solus

 

[Mairéad Solus]

Location: aboard Marzanna on route to Zygerria
Objective: Uncover her past
Tags: Marcella Fiora

Spoiler: Equipment:

Velmorite bladed lightsabers
Song steel knife on ankle
Ladies Watch
FDS-4F blaster pistol
Marzanna
Datapad

As the pair walked, Mairéad pondered things, it was quite a beautiful little walk the compound, along a short decked area by a lake, it would be a nice place to visit if it wasn't for the reasons they were here. Slavers lived in luxury of the backs of others, she was worried where this might lead. "I'm a little concerned, this idea of pretending to be a slaver is excellent, and I think it our best shot, but if they ask me to mistreat a slave.... I don't know." shrugged lightly. Nearby several men were tending to the gardens, they looked like well dressed staff members, not unlike any she might see at a Family residence, but she knew what they were.

She smirked thinking about biting the hand she hoped Marcella didn't think she would ever do anything to harm her or the Family, not really, but she supposed if there was a doubt in trust, the pair wouldn't be here alone, thousands of light years from home.

There was two men on the door, dressed in smart pressed business suits who checked Mairéad's appointment card and allowed her in to the main foyer. The room was marble from top to bottom and the statue of a zygerrian man dominated the centre of the room with his hands outstretched as if gifting the area to onlookers, it was an impressive statue, well carved and clearly worth a lot of credits. A clicking noise came from up the marble staircase as a living Zygerrian made his way down, he was the image of the statue, except a little more portly, touched with the brush of age and walking with a cane.

"Buenos días, soy la señorita Ivana Fratta y esta es mi hermana Sophie Fratta. Hemos venido a discutir un acuerdo comercial. su complejo es hermoso, solo lo estaba felicitando a mi hermana." Good morning, I am miss Ivana Fratta, and this is my sister Sophie Fratta. We have come to discuss a business arrangement. your compound is beautiful, i was just complimenting it to my sister. They had not discussed first names, but Mairéad just blurted out the first ones that came to mind. Marcy would notice that the accent Mairéad used was not the musical tone she had previously heard, but a harsher, forced tone, the words were the same, but it seemed more formal and authoritative.

"You speak Zygerrian beautifully for an offworlder, but you are my guest, please let me speak in basic with you. And drinks, it is not often I entertain two such fine guests as yourselves."

Without command, a dark haired human male walked over with three crystal glasses and a fine golden wine which he furnished the three with. Mairéad smiled and thanked the server who barely acknowledged them before vanishing like the wind.

"Come, Come, the gardens outside my office have just been replanted and look stunning." and led them through a large, ornately carved set of wooden doors. Into an opulent office with a data terminal on the top. Mairéad gave Marcellana nervous smile before they entered.

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[Marcella Fiora]

M A R C E L L A⠀ F I O R A

'Run Cried the Calling'​

Following along, Marcy' particularly enjoyed the scenery, it was.. different. "You'll be 'rite, just remember that we need to keep up appearances," she retorted, skirting around the fact that such actions may be required if pressured, she would follow Mai's lead

regardless.

Meandering past the smartly-dressed guards by the entrance, Marcy' couldn't help but notice the intricately imposing statue that dominated the room; "nice statue.." she muttered to herself, assuming that Marcy' and Mai' were on the same page regarding its origin. Soon however, her eyes snapped to the staircase~ presumably a Zygerrian individual making their way towards the pair.

She attempted to keep her face of mild bewilderment as discreet as possible~ Zygerrian was a strange language, one she wasn't quite used to hearing yet. The Zygerrian man's warm welcome was eerie, they knew what he was yet he seemed like any other person; picking up one of the glasses from the server, she ignored his presence to keep up the pretence.

As the pair followed the slaver through a number of doors, Marcy' leant in as a reminder, "remember who you are," she muttered quietly in response to her thanking the server~ they were there to act as the very thing they swore never to become, and they needed to maintain appearances.


Mairéad Solus

 

[Mairéad Solus]

Location: aboard Marzanna on route to Zygerria
Objective: Uncover her past
Tags: Marcella Fiora

Spoiler: Equipment:

Velmorite bladed lightsabers
Song steel knife on ankle
Ladies Watch
FDS-4F blaster pistol
Marzanna
Datapad

Mairéad bit her lip gently at the embarrassment of making such a silly mistake, she could do this, she would 'remember who she was, she was strong and had overcome a lot'.

"Your communication didn't have a grand amount of detail, you mentioned an interesting in romance services? With a view to marital agreement? Thats a high end service, expensive too, for a pretty one anyway. We usually ask for references for that kind of thing... but I'm getting ahead of myself, we can talk about that once you have familiarised yourself with some of our employees." he chuckled and put on a pair of designed spectacles before leaning into his screen. "So, shall we narrow down, I am certain we can find the perfect match."

Mairéad glanced at Marcella Fiora for a moment of moral support before beginning to answer, she had always known it to be true, but being confronted with the reality of just how dehumanised the slaves were was hard.

"Absolutely, we can have those details brought forward once we have moved our deal onwards.

She looked at her fingernails as she spoke, trying to mimic the callous disinterest she had seen in masters before. Male, no older than 25 standard, dark hair, dark eyes..."

The man started typing and selecting things with a smile on his face. Mairéad used this as an opportunity to code sign Marcella <<main database? Take console? Force or distraction?>>

Could it be she was just a few feet away from the answers she wanted. She would call it too easy, if it wasn't for the Zygerrian slaver sat at the desk.

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[Marcella Fiora]

M A R C E L L A⠀ F I O R A

'Run Cried the Calling'​

Meandering into the office alongside Mai', she provided a nod of support towards her companion as she turned towards Marcy'. "Excellent choice, Ivana," she encouraged, keeping up their image as she took out a cigarra and lit it, regardless of whether the

Zygerrian would be fine with the smoke.

Spotting Mai's code-sign, she had an obvious preference: << DISTRACTION >>, she code-signed back. Turning to the Zygerrian slaver, she initiated her distraction; "pardon me, may I speak with you privately? I.." she spoke shyly, now hushing her voice as if to not let Mai' hear, "I have a special request~ I don't want to share in-front of my sister.."

Should the slaver agree, she'd join him away from Mai's prying ears, leaving her in private with the database, though Marcy' could only distract him for so long..


Mairéad Solus

 

[Mairéad Solus]

Location: aboard Marzanna on route to Zygerria
Objective: Uncover her past
Tags: Marcella Fiora

Spoiler: Equipment:

Velmorite bladed lightsabers
Song steel knife on ankle
Ladies Watch
FDS-4F blaster pistol
Marzanna
Datapad

<<Thank you>> she signed back to Marcella Fiora and watched her put into place. The vendor seem suprised at this sudden and strange request, but there was a glint of excitement and curiosity at what the woman might want to discuss privately. Was the woman planning on selling her pretty sister to the man, he might be tempted such an offer. He couldn't help but issue a slight laugh at the thought of the truthfully very unlikely offer. "Of course, we can walk outside for a moment, I would like to see the air. Please, Miss Fratta, make yourself comfortable while I talk with your sister." He gestured to a tray of drinks and then held his arm out for Marcella to join him, before leaving the room.

Now was her chance...

Mairéad waited a moment before slipping behind the terminal and inserted a data spike given to the pair by Dedata | Celty Ree . The device quickly unlocked the crude encryption on the machine so Mairéad could access the files.

She reached up and her hands began to shake as she slowly typed in a number she never thought she would hear again, FH23310.4b the reference code she had been assigned at birth and had been used for the first nineteen years of her life. Seconds later, her number was on display, highlighted in a list of what looked liked thousands of other sequential codes. She nervously clicked on the file.

Entry - FH23310.4b - Mairéad

Her eyes widened as the data appeared in front of her and she unconsciously instructed the data spike to transfer it, and any linked files to her data pad. Reading these words, here entire existence boiled down to a piece of property and a list of notes. There were things in here she had never known before. Seeing this made her bite her lip and swallow hard to control her emotions, the air was cooling rapidly and she needed to focus and take control.

The device pinged that all the data was transferred. After a few more moments reading, she hit a button on the spike that would reset the computer and its logs to the state it was the moment the spike was inserted, as if she had never been there. Mairéad wiped a few flakes of frost off of the keypad and returned to her seat. Pouring herself a generous portion of the offered zygerrian brandy.

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[Marcella Fiora]

M A R C E L L A⠀ F I O R A

'Freak'​

Following the Zygerrian slaver outside the office, she spoke in a hushed voice, out of earshot from her sensitive companion. "So.." she began, rather shyly as if she was the least confident out of the sisters, "I've bought a new villa and I'd like to staff it.. a gift to my sister as a homecoming present.. would it be possible to buy at least.. ten?" asked Marcy', intending on releasing releasing them later on.

As the seconds passed by, eventually the pair would conclude their discussion and re-entered the office to find Mai' sipping on some brandy. Simply winking at her associate to confirm a job well-done, no words were spoken as the pair resumed their positions in the office.

Mairéad Solus

 

[Mairéad Solus]

Location: Mr Osoni's office
Objective: Escape safely
Tags: Marcella Fiora

Spoiler: Equipment:

Velmorite bladed lightsabers
Song steel knife on ankle
Ladies Watch
FDS-4F blaster pistol
Marzanna
Datapad

The young woman smiled at the pair, "Productive walk I hope? Your brandy choice is excellent." Their host smiled proudly and retook his seat to open his computer again. As Marcella Fiora sat she might notice the slightest chill in the air, as if the air conditioning had been set too high. Mairéad made a subtle gesture to her friend <<Birthplace, mother, brother, history, everything>> her finger began to quiver but she held her nerve and kept up her composure. <<I'm struggling a little>> She was very glad it was Marcella here with her as support, seeing all that laid out was an emotional shock, even though she had been expecting such information to be presented to her.

Mairéad breathed for a few moments and looked thoughtful, there was a little more back and forth between her and the Zygerrian before she came to an end."So, I took a few moments to make some calls about the different persons you have on offer. We are impressed, and feel like there is an excellent future relationship to be had here. But as you would expect, a marital contract is something not lightly entered into, and we would like time to assess the different options. Perhaps to arrange a short trial contract with each of the prospective clients?" She looked at Marcella for confirmation to reinforce the act that she spoke for both of them, but also to signal that she was wrapping up here.

The man behind the desk looked a little disappointed not to be making a marital sale today, "time to think" was, after all, every salesperson's worst nightmare. But the offer already on the table from Marcella was already a major contract, so he had no reason to doubt the women's sincerity or the faithfulness of their negotiation. "I understand, here, take this data chip, it has the details of the staff that I feel would best meet your requirements. All are healthy stock and ready for service. Don't hesitate to call me on my direct line and we can set up a trial period with about three days notice." He stood up and shook their hands enthusiastically, giving Marcella a wink with a level of subtly that might get you busted down to associate if you tried it in the Family.

Unless Marcella had more to discuss with the man, Mairéad would follow the gesture to leave. Oh how she sighed she could put a bullet between this vile man's eyes, but his demeanour almost made him seem like a decent sentient. It was the strangest feeling.

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[Marcella Fiora]

M A R C E L L A⠀ F I O R A

'Freak'​

Re-entering the office, she caught Mai's sign, << GOOD, KEEP IT TOGETHER >>, Marcy' understood that what she found may be difficult to process, yet it was important to keep up their appearances for the sake of keeping their true objective private. Returning a nod to affirm that Mai' was, indeed, the person in-charge, she sat quietly as the two concluded their negotiations.

"Thank you, I'll be in touch soon," Marcy' promised, side-eyeing Mai' as if to let her know she'd fill her in later back on the ship. Gracing the Zygerrian with a firm handshake, the following wink was rather uncomfortable and she had a few opinions of her own. This meeting had been an eye-opener, and Marcy' wasn't a fan of these people, a few words have to be had later on regarding them~ yet that could wait.

She'd follow Mai' back to the ship, through the gardens and past the number of 'employees' before returning to her normal self:

"How are you doing?"​

Mairéad Solus

 

[Mairéad Solus]

Location: Mr Osoni's office
Objective: Escape safely
Tags: Marcella Fiora

Spoiler: Equipment:

Velmorite bladed lightsabers
Song steel knife on ankle
Ladies Watch
FDS-4F blaster pistol
Marzanna
Datapad

Feeling the air against her skin was refreshing after the tension she was feeling inside the office. She couldnt speak much through the return journey as they were no doubt being watched by their hosts, but it gave her time to think about things and process it better.

"How are you doing?"

"Mmm, yeah, I'm OK, I think..." Her speech pattern gave the impression she was still trying to decide.

"I think, being in that room, only being able to react in one very restricted way made it harder deal with. Its just, it's a lot, you can look if you want." she offered Marcella Fiora the pad, she trusted the woman to know these things about her, and she held no shame about her past.

Whether Marcella took it or not, Mairéad would pull out her cigarra case and light one of her Ivorys. Sitting down on one of the storage boxes nearby the ship to get some more fresh air before boarding again. "So that's me... or at least it was. Its so hard to explain the feeling, looking at that list I remember each and every one of those client's I was attached to, but that Mairéad seems so distant... y'know?"

She smiled gratefully at Marcella, there was a lot of affection in her eye for everything she had done both professionally and personally to help improve her life. "I am fascinated what that wink was all about, what did you offer him?" she laughed.

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[Marcella Fiora]

M A R C E L L A⠀ F I O R A

'Trusty and True'​

Finally reaching their hangar following a silent walk back to the ship, Marcy' drew a breath of relief to get out of there, she wasn't a fan of these Zygerrians, in the slightest. "I.. understand," she spoke softly, taking the datapad from Mai', "hey," she grinned, extending her arms out to offer her companion a hug, acting not as a her capo but simply as a person, and her friend~ she felt like Mai' needed it, should she accept anyway.

"I'm just glad it's in the past, and that you're with us now," smirked Marcy', leaning on a container herself as she inspected the details on the datapad. As she flicked through the details, she found herself feeling both uncomfortable and enraged the further along she went, "you're important to us.. and me.."

Placing the datapad down with disgust as she finished reading, she turned to Mai', visibly annoyed, "I have a proposition for you, but first I.. need to show you something," she smiled through the frustration, "this'll take your mind off of this for a while, then we'll discuss it.." she shared, starting to make a way onto the ship, lighting her own cigarra as she made her way up the ramp.

"Oh!" she grinned, "That! I bought some slaves," chuckled Marcy', wanting to see what kind of reaction she'd get as a bit of fun before telling her that she intended to release them and offer them homes, jobs and pay on her new villa. With a big grin on her face, she charged into the cockpit and entered a set of coordinates which set off the destination screen to show 'LOTHAL SYSTEM.'


Mairéad Solus

 

[Mairéad Solus]

Location: Back on Marzanna
Objective: Head to next stop
Tags: Marcella Fiora

Spoiler: Equipment:

Velmorite bladed lightsabers
Song steel knife on ankle
Ladies Watch
FDS-4F blaster pistol
Marzanna
Datapad

Mairéad welcomed the hug walmly and put her arms around Marcella Fiora . The gesture of kindness reminding her again just how far from her old life she was now. And she felt genuinely important to Marcy, beyond her role a soldier in the Family. "And you to me." she replied happily. Mairéad could tell how annoyed the Caporegime was about the information she had just read and just smiled.

"i'm ok, really. All that rubbish is in the past, and whatever has happened has led me to you." she meant that both personally and professionally, but liked to leave the distintion hanging vaguely in the air. "I just realised, i now officially have a home planet, and i have a slighty suspicion it wont be the last time we visit this place." she laughed. The annoyance of one of the bosses would generally lead to a bad place for any on the receving end.

As she watched Marcella walk into the cockpit and begin fiddling with the navcom, it was then she dropped the bombshell about her purchase. "Excuse me?" Mai repied with a wide eyed mix of incredulity, curiosity and mischief. She did not doubt the character of the woman in front of her for a second, but it was such a strange thing to hear, it still shocked her. Then a wry smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, there must be a plan, and she knew every credit that had just been paid into the Osoni bank account would be accounted for, one way or another.

She said no more, expecting an explanation if her caporegime deemed to give her one.

"So just because you're the boss, you think you can waltz in here and take liberties with my ship's navcom?" she joked while reaching over and popping her autorisation code into the helm. She would have to set up Marcella with codes to the ship too for the future. The ship AI took over and began to lift off of Mairéad's homeworld. "So what is on Lothal?"

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[Marcella Fiora]

M A R C E L L A⠀ F I O R A

'Trusty and True'​

Still grinning at the joke she felt the need to crack at Mai', she felt like a response would be prudent, "for the villa! if they want to work for us anyway, otherwise they're free to go live their lives elsewhere," she mused, fully intent on releasing every single one of them and getting her credits back, sooner or later.

"YUP!, You'll see!" she retorted, wanting to keep their next happenings a secret for as long as possible. Without hesitation as their destination was set, she made her way back to the lounge the pair had begun their journey in, "care for a glass?" she called out to her companion, offering a glass of chilled malbec and an unspoken cigarra.

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Eventually, the pair would arrive at an incredibly special location. The whirr of the hyperdrives would quieten as the ship descended into sublight speeds before halting with the nebula in view of their lounge window. A small smirk befell Marcy' as she had visited this nebula before, and it was an incredibly proud moment for the pair.

"The Archeon Nebula," she sipped on her glass of malbec as she stood looking out of the viewport, "stars are born here and unaware travellers are ripped apart by its ferocious power of gas and dust.." she started, turning around to meet Mairead's eyes, "this nebula holds a special place in my heart, as I hope it will yours~ Mairéad, you have proven your worth & loyalty to me, the Donna and Mia Famiglia, you came to us an ex-slave and a Vod of House Solus, now you are a businesswoman, a friend, and most importantly, family."

Marcy' took a deep breath, she had been waiting for the opportune moment to present itself for Mai's ascension within Kosa Nostra. "Your loyalty, your spirit and your adaptability has made you an important piece in this thing of ours; Mairéad, today will mark your change in status from Enforcer to a full member of Kosa Nostra," Marcy' pridefully shared, "are there any questions before we begin?"

Mairéad Solus

 

[Mairéad Solus]

Location: Back on Marzanna
Objective: Head to next stop
Tags: Marcella Fiora

Spoiler: Equipment:

Velmorite bladed lightsabers
Song steel knife on ankle
Ladies Watch
FDS-4F blaster pistol
Marzanna
Datapad

The chilled wine was delicious and the rich fruit went well with the cigarra, Marcella Fiora had an excellent palette for these things and the pair could spend the few hours trip south to Lothal relaxing and chatting together as they had done so many times in the past, these times, in transit with the caporegime with nothing to do but enjoy each other's company meant a lot to Mairéad. She was very glad to hear of Marcella's plan to free and then offer the slaves legitimate and voluntary employment, it made the taste in her mouth of breaking bread with that man much less bitter.

It wasnt long before the ship stopped and her window was filled with the most beautiful sight. The luxury craft afforded excellent views out into the glowing space. "It's stunning, I've never seen anything quite like it." She said as Marcella introduced their location and then continued. She was fascinated by Marcella's connection to this place, but once the Capo locked contact with her eyes and began explaining how she had grown into Kosa Nostra, she had few words.

A smile formed on her face, grateful and loving, and maybe a little shy of the praise she was receiving. "Thank you Marcy. It means so much that I am seen that way by the Family, and particularly by you." Did she have any questions? None that she wasnt likely about to receive an answer too. "If you think I am ready, I must trust that its the case, is there anything I need to *do". She laughed a little, she had been about long enough to hear rumours of rituals and pledges, sacrifices to be made. She wondered how much was true and how much of it was made up to build mystique of the higher levels of power.

She couldn't help but feel a little emotional, and her heart was racing as she considered what might happen next.

​

 

[Marcella Fiora]

M A R C E L L A⠀ F I O R A

'Trusty and True'​

Smiling coyly at the excitement of being able to perform this honour, she made an effort to conceal her emotions that matched her companions. " 'course not," she pointed out, bending over to take out a copper brazier with a number of items within the bowl, "The.. act you're about to perform," her voice staggered as she rose from the floor, "I, myself, performed alongside my fellow Caporegime's~ as did the Donna to the Donna before her, in becoming her underboss.."

She continued to speak as she set up the brazier, removing a ceremonial knife and placing it on a nearby table and deploying the legs of the unit itself with the bowl containing charcoal briquettes~ crude but ceremonial. "Hence the importance of this location, it's a symbol, a thing of ours that we share with those most loyal and deserving~ an honour.."

Now, with the equipment set up, her eyes locked back to her companions. "One of our most sacred rituals; a bond of trust and loyalty which, under no circumstances, can be broken. In taking this oath, you bind yourself to me, the Donna and all those who have also performed this ritual, in doing so you swear loyalty to your new family for life."

"Mairéad, my dear friend.." she smiled proudly, "you have endured a life of pain and great hardships; of which I have partially seen myself. Before you came to us you were an ex-slave destined for a martial lifestyle~ yet you are destined for much more than that, and much more you have become. From this moment on, your days merely surviving in this lonely Galaxy are over. As the voice of the Donna, along with her blessing, I swear to you this:

There is no place in this Galaxy you will not find aid. No place in this Galaxy that you will be helpless. As a Made Member, your enemies will be both mine and our enemies. Your triumphs, celebrated- and your failures, forgiven. From this moment until the moment of your death, you are a part of something that lives & breathes; a great Family Tree, concealed and protected by it's canopy. From this moment onward, you are now a part of La Kosa Nostra~

This Thing of Ours."
​

A huge grin befell Marcy' as she lit a cigarra, look a deep puff and flung it into the brazier, causing it to brightly light aflame. "Do know, this ritual goes both ways; and to symbolise my sacrifice to you, I shall go first," she unsheathed the knife she had left on the table, revealing a beautiful ornate silver dagger, sleek and with little embellishments as if to promote modesty, "please, extend your right palm up and repeat after me~ keep your palm over the brazier.."

"As I bleed, so shall my Family bleed with me. As I suffer, so shall my Family offer comfort. I bind myself to the will of The Family, that my sacrifice may nourish the roots of the Black Oak; and should I die in service, may I be buried beneath it, so that my body is consumed and it's each branch nourished."​

With her silver dagger in her left hand, she pressed the tip blade into her right hand and would lightly draw it sharply across her palm - opening a clean incision which opened the proverbial flood-gates for her blood to begin flowing from her hand into the burning brazier below~ an action that left her feeling slightly woozy.

"I swear, under pain of death, that I shall not betray my Family - that I shall not offer secrets to any living being beyond our reach, and that I shall not allow any being, alive or dead, to come between my Family and I."​

As Mairéad would repeat her words, Marcy' would reach out with her ornate silver dagger and would gently slice an opening into Mai's hand~ exactly as she did to her own. As the pair would continue to bleed over the brazier, Marcy' would hold out her bleeding palm for a handshake, intermingling her blood with her own over the copper brazier.

She would squeeze slightly as their hands met, visibly wincing at the pain yet willingly seeing it through; this ritual was highly symbolic and Mairéad had taken the exact same oath that Marcella Fiora , Stardust Solus Skirae and Dedata | Celty Ree had done with Ivory Stroud , who in-turn had performed it with @Ahtemis.

In taking this oath, Mairéad was now binded to Kosa Nostra for life, a part of this thing of ours.

Mairéad Solus