Chance Meeting on Coruscant

[Maelion Liates]

Agent Maelion Liates was on assignment from Supreme Commander Flint Pherson, and was progressing along the street back towards the Republic military HQ.

It had been another rather mundane mission, and though Maelion had done her duties well she was somewhat annoyed at being reduced to a fetch and carry droid. Still, since her real goal was processing all organics...this was probably better for most people.

As she walked along her pose was relaxed, though she continued to observe everything she passed....

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Why was a Military Contractor on Coruscant? Relaxing, of course.

Well, that had been the plan. Sarge was dealing with a very ornery drug dealer at the moment. "Death sticks?", the xeno asked with a smirk. This particular irritant had been following Sarge for a few minutes, sure that the soldier would want to purchase some of his 'goods'.

"No, damnit. For the fifth time, NO." This particular dealer was new to the game, and didn't quite understand the finer arts of, ya know, not dealing drugs in public.

"Cmon, man. Just tryin' to make a cred."

"I'm about to put a bullet in your stomach."

"You really need to chill out... and I've got just the way."

"Let's get one thing straight - it's a drug, and it has 'death' in it. I ain't that dumb."

"Look -"

Sarge sighed and tugged out his service pistol, stuffing it into the man's stomach as he drew in a uncomfortably close to the alien. "No, you look. Look right on down. You leave me alone, and go down say... twenty levels, and you ply your trade in a cantina. You are selling drugs... in public... near a military HQ. I'm sorry but shooting you would save a lot of people some trouble."

The dealer blanched, then simply nodded and scurried away.

"I hate this place."

And yet he was still planning on sticking around for a bit longer.

 

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

Beggars can't be choosers.

Specifically when it came to dealing with a certain type of dealer; the kind that required a bit more of a delicate touch. Or more appropriately, restraint. Dealing with this particular Devaronian, well... required a lot of restraint.

"We had an agreement," she said coolly, her golden eyes boring into the wide and rather smug crimson of the dealer in front of her.
"Supply and demand," he purred out like the cat that ate the cream.
"I don't care. We had an agreement," she repeated, a hard edge coming to her voice. There they stood, in a particular dark alley -- Near the Rebel Headquarters of all places - trying to out bluff the other when it came to dealing the goods that Ti'Cira needed. The thick hood of her cloak hid the bulk of her features, leaving the tanned skin of her lower face visible to anyone else who might catch sight.

"Look sweetheart, just sweeten the pot and -- " he began only to get cut off as Ti'Cira's gloved hand came darting out towards his throat. Fingers wrapped round and the Devaronioan gave a grunt as his back hit the wall with a dull thud.
"An agreement," came the tersely muttered words from the witch, "Savvy?"

Well... so much for restraint.

 

[Maelion Liates]

Maelion was continuing her walk. She ignored the sounds of a scuffle coming from an alleyway and proceeded on past the next one. She was about to walk past that one too when she heard a noise...a voice.
Like a compass swinging to north she turned on her heel and marched into the alleyway. If Maelion had been human she would have said she couldn't believe her ears. However, as a droid she was much more logical about such things.

And there she was...Ti'Cira Hawk...beating up someone. That of course was hardly an unusual situation for the Witch, but it had been a while since Maelion had seen her last. However, she didn't react with joy, she simply marched into the alley and approached Ti'Cira.

"Ms Hawk...you are here," she stated.

 

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

It wasn't the approaching footsteps that concerned the witch; that could be easily rectified.

No, it was hearing someone utter her name - aloud- that threw her off. Here, on Coruscant. Considering the twenty some odd trillion souls that wandered the planet, chance encounters like this were not something Ti'Cira was expecting. Especially coming from someone who she hadn't the vaguest idea who it was.

She couldn't help the unconscious turn of her head towards the origin of the terse curt voice, the angle providing for a more clear picture of her slightly tanned visage, complete with the signature six inch scar that carved a path over the right side of her face. Her fingers slackened some, causing the Devaronian held captive to attempt to wiggle free.

This was quickly countered by the whipping of Ti'Cira's head back to the dealer, as she with a gruff voice simply said, "You will find your credits transferred within the hour. I expect you to deliver what we agreed upon for the exact price." there was no quarreling with the sudden flaring of bright amber eyes from the witch. "Clear?"

The slight up and down shake of his head came next, practically feeling the flutter of his pulse under her fingers at his throat. "Crystal."

Her upper lip gave a slight curl in distaste at the necessary evil the dealer was, jerking her hand away from his throat to give him his freedom. A sudden draw of relieved breath, a scrambling of feet, and within seconds, he was gone. Leaving Ti'Cira with the other woman in the alleyway.

Her head swiveled back to Maelion, brows drawing together as she couldn't help but be wary, "...Pardon... think you got the wrong girl... "

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Sarge walked out onto the main street and was continuing onward when he heard... a curious conversation coming from an alleyway. Apparently, it was a case of mistaken identity - common enough on this world.

Either way, nosy as he was, he couldn't let himself pass up a chance like this.

Approaching the mouth of the alley, he leans one shoulder against a wall and watches. This should be fun.

 

[Maelion Liates]

Maelion's eyes narrowed slightly. The voice was a perfect match. The height, the hair, the eyes, everything was correct. Could it be a clone? She dismissed that claim; this Ti'Cira had a scar on her face which effectively killed that proposition.

"Ms Hawk, you do not have to pretend, there is no one around now," Maelion replied patiently. Ti'Cira was one of maybe two organics in the galaxy Maelion did not feel an urge to kill and process. It was one of those things. She did know though that organic brains could become...defective.