Private Dream Team

[Oshin Jantu]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Entralla. A planet in the Outer Rim. It had a rich history with myths amid a diversity of religions.
This was information that one pilot, one captain, was not very much interested in within her ship.
It was somewhat absentminded of her in her sleuth scout ship, swiping fingers within her cockpit.
Upon the console, sliding hand over the screen, reading the deets on individuals or organizations.

Ultimately, Entralla was just another industrialized world in the galaxy, fitted with its Nexus City.
The capital of the world, and the main spaceport to greet visitors who explore. Or who dream…
The captain of Reaper sighed to herself, the kind that she was reluctant to admit between teeth.
The type she had to let slide; a vibe of sympathy, and a person like her can afford no such thing.

Entralla… She took a sip of her drink; blood red energy in a canteen so as not to spill it.
Nexus City… She did not come here with an empty mind. She would not leave empty.
The assassin had come with purpose as she lowered Reaper into the planet’s orbit.
Toward the port, the great space docks of the Nexus, a city both living if in a dream.

The captain of Reaper, Oshin Jantu, was no infamous assassin but known enough.
She had traded her ship’s tags with those less noticeable so as not to be captured.
Instead of being greeted with security, then, her forgery welcomed in The Moon Bug.
The transponder ID worked well enough as the assassin drifted in and she lowered.

Out of the pit, into the midst, Oshin moved quietly, casually, naturally, as if it’s a gift.
She is talented, she would admit it, given she lived to kill, but she’s another number.
Dressed in a black leather jacket, falling to her shins, she’s nameless, a woman of 24.
Another pedestrian who strolls in a sea of city streets, walking forward, and toward.

From the spaceport, the lone Codru-Ji walks, stalks, but you would not ever know it.
Lithe figure, leather pants, leather boots, black, two arms in sleeves, idling by sides.
Two more arms beneath, hidden, trademark of her species, walking for the market.
One of many, but this one is special. Comin’ and gunnin’, Vivian. Name of her target.

Vivian thretis

 

[Vivian thretis]

H O U S E • D R A C O​

Look: xx
Equipment: lightsaber, armor, knife.
Tag: Oshin Jantu

Vivian was walking through a market on entralla in nexus city with one of the lesser draco nobles she drew the proverbial short straw. Having to deal with the aging Noble as she shopped it usually took a while as she always tried to gossip with shopkeepers who where being polite as they saw the justicar standing there and didn't want to cause a scene. Or get in trouble with said justicar or the Noble house they both belonged to the justicars where told to tip the workers that the older Noble lady talked to for being polite so she carried some credits with her to dole out.


As she stood there listening to her ward talk she got the feeling in her gut that something was up and she felt on edge. Like she was being watched so she kept a watchful eye out for people who stood out or anything unusual as was her job as justicar.

 

[Oshin Jantu]

Spoiler: Music OOC

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Here she comes again. Troubles on her brow. She walked on, moved along, deep within city streets.
She came with death. Rubble all around. Buildings, truthfully, skyscrapers, but just a grave to her.
That was her curse. Eyes of ice, a mind so violent, everyone was already dead, everything burned.
A cold woman, covered up in black. Such a pretty face, with no sorrow in her eyes as they blink.

Pedestrians surround her, mostly civilians amid less colorful folk, though none are innocent.
Arms at her sides, what were seen in sleeves, moving with her walk, admittedly swaggering.
Hips swaying side to side, footsteps inward on pavement, boots clacking, never staggering.
She is given looks but she brushes them aside, ignores the morsels, tools and instruments.

Speaking of which, the woman whips out her comlink while people breathe all around her.
She reads the text. It isn’t from a friend. An informant is waiting for her within the market.
Perfect. He was right on time which in turn meant her prey was as well; her very target.
There she goes again. She turns a corner, smirks at a passerby; frozen eyes can burn.

Some people thought they were fly but proved to be too shy as they gave her their eyes.
Hers were enough to make them look away; naturally icy, while yet not exactly biological.
In this ocean of fish, Oshin is a shark as she enters an alley; of death, it’s a bit analogical.
Turns her head, makes sure she isn’t followed, goes on ahead; in the middle, finds a guy.

“Where is she?” Oshin asked the Togruta simply.
“Other end of this alley,” the infobreaker speaks.
Even an idiot would ask for cash first, at least.
“She with anyone?” He shrugged and blinked.

Oshin sighed. This guy was a trifle if annoying.
“Boyfriend, perhaps?” He answered her, finally.
Revealed the deets. Then Oshin offered a wink.
“Now about my payment.” His neck is snapping.

Neck snapped by the hands of his attacker.
His body dropped and was put in a dumpster.
Where he belonged. Nameless. Just a number.
Oshin moved onward, pressed against a corner.

There you are, miss…
She spotted her target.
Vivian Thretis in the flesh.
Wasn’t alone, like he said.

Vivian thretis

 

[Vivian thretis]

H O U S E • D R A C O​

Tag: Oshin Jantu
Look: xx
Equipment: lightsaber, armor, knife.
Vivian stood there as the older house draco noble talked to the merchant for far to long. As she began to leave Vivian payed the merchant and caught up to her ward and walked beside her as Vivian walked with her through the market. She still couldn't shake the feeling she was being watched and as she walked by the alley oshin was in she didn't notice her right away but the Noble she was protecting walked up to a street vendor right next to the alley. Vivian stood there and looked over the crowds and through the alley she noticed a few shadows in the alley but didn't notice oshin right away she was prepared for an attack she always was but especially now.

 

[Oshin Jantu]

Spoiler: Music OOC

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Oshin stood there. Frozen. Eyes open. Cold as ice. Watching her target guarding another person.
That other one was not the mark though, wasn’t the package, and was busy talking to a merchant.
House Draco. Oshin had done her homework on them, to an extent; certain elements yet to discover.
She was more interested in their guardian, whose predecessor was her father. And now you’re the leader.

Of the family’s protectors, as it were. But who protects you? Oshin watched as the pair began moving.
The former’s back still pressed against the wall, silent as night in the darkness of the alley, this assassin.
When the noble and bodyguard came closer toward her alley, she carefully stepped into shadow at her feet.
Determined to keep from being seen, with her sea blue eyes spying from the dark, like a shark in a deep ocean.

I see you… They stood there, with Mr. Draco conversing with another vendor, and Miss Thretis staring.
Watching. Searching for threats. Her death would not come yet. Oshin had to wait, had to be patient.
She could leap out now like a bat out of hell, or a cat as well, or fly like a crow and just start butchering.
That, however, would alert her very prey to the pounce before it began; the predator must keep vigilant.

She would wait and let ward and warden walk past.
She would stay, hiding in that darkness at her back.
She would bide her time for her target to walk again.
She would wait until it was ripe; a sweet kiss of death.

Vivian thretis