Private Control

[Vilaz Munin]

Zeltros

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Discipline.

It was, arguably, the most important thing for a warrior to harness. Not only for an individual that pursued to excel in the arts of war, but for others that specialized in other talents. How could one lead a life to success without having the self-discipline to steer in that direction? Let alone, how could one lead legions to grasp victory without such concept? Without that practice, one wouldn’t get too far in life no matter what background they came from even if they had immeasurable wealth and resources.

Not knowing how to discipline the mind and body would be a weight for the soul to bear.

Even if his daughter thought of it as a joke to be brought to the famous streets of Zeltros by her father, the fruits of paradise this planet offered could trick an individual and fall into its trap, forever as a slave to the sins of lust and gluttony.

“Remember, we have a bounty to collect here and we can’t lose sight of it,” the Munin said to his oldest daughter as the duo was leaving the spaceport which their ship was stationed. They were to make way towards the heart of Zeltros, its capital which hosted many popular brothels and entertainment establishments. The entire planet was a red-light district, and it always astounded him how it could produce invaluable technology to trade with other systems.

“And do not be fooled by the temptations of this planet. Not many return to a state of conscience when falling into its trap,” he continued with a stern tone in his voice to his daughter. He wasn’t hard with his children, but they weren’t unfamiliar with his methods of discipline. No longer were they little; they were adults and required a firm hand to guide them.

“And do not act insubordinate with me. I’ve yet to cull that out of you and your brother, understand Kaiyra?”

Kaiyra Munin ​

 

[Kaiyra Munin]

Kaiyra navigated the Tarka'yayr through the busy Zeltros traffic into the starport like a pro, finally setting the Defender-class light corvette down on its repulsorlifts into their designated docking bay with the softest of thuds. The "Tarka" was heavily modified for family business... mainly a well-outfitted medbay that was Briika Munin 's baby and a secure brig for when Vilaz Munin was bounty hunting VIPs. The latter was what brought father and daughter to the sin planet of the galaxy...

The eldest of the Munin children still didn't quite understand why she was picked for this particular mission. I mean wouldn't her brother be the more likely one of the two in need of a lesson about discipline when dealing with the lure of lust and gluttony? Adenn Munin was definitely at that age when hormones were raging and all fact-based rationale went out the window when thinking with the other head.

As the two Munin's made their way from the starport into the heart of Zeltros City, Kaiyra listened to her father's rant words carefully. The seasoned Mando did have many life skills still to impart on his kids, but sometimes it was almost too much... or at least it seemed so at the time. The Concordian could be a hard ass, okay was, but the man did love his family above all and only wanted the best for them.

<"Elek, buir. Whatever you say goes. got it,"> the red and black armored young woman answered with a small smirk lurking at the corner of her mouth well-hidden behind the dark T-visor of her helmet. What?! She was her mother's daughter and Briika would be doing the same thing though with a much bigger smirk.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Zeltros

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“I hope so, Kaiyra,” was his only answer to his daughter as the pair walked, more distance between them and the spaceport. Around the spaceport wasn’t entirely busy as compared to what was in the capital. For years upon years, every world in every system with sentient life would either proceed with the changes of technology or regress in a more primitive manner. Zeltros was definitely the former, it’s cities never ceasing on developing as its engineers created magnificent projects with towers and buildings daring to scratch the sky. It wasn’t as enormous as Coruscant with society living below and above its surface, but it was still a beast to behold with speeders soaring through between the chasm of buildings, and different platforms built for establishments to exist with pedestrians overfilling its streets.

Father and daughter encountered two men, a Zabrak and a Devaronian, with handsome swoops at their side enjoying a joint of drugs they were inhaling on. Why encounter them? They needed the swoops, fair and simple.

“How much for the swoops,” Vilaz asked a tone that wasn’t very exactly polite in his inquiry. More...demanding in his voice. It was enough to put the two men on guard, hands reaching for their pistols but not upholstering them. He didn’t blame them for taking caution: that was their only defense to armored warriors belonging to a violent culture.

“Fuck off, Mando. These ain’t for sell; a guy gotta sway pockets and gals,” the Zabrak said, the much bolder of the two, and gave a look at Kaiyra and looked up and down on her figure with her posture and physique relaying the obvious fact that she was a woman. Vilaz didn’t take any offense to that; his daughter was more than capable of defending herself without the help of her father. She was trained, no longer needing her hand to be held.

“Usually I take what I want through force, but I’m generous today. Last chance. Fair warning, she’s probably more vicious than me.”

“So what will it be? One way or another, I’ll fuck off with those swoops. Your move.”

Kaiyra Munin​