I could do it better than you

[Via Dolorosa]

[member="Tyro'din"]



It had been some time since she walked on Nar Shaddaa, her last visit to memorable for her to want to relive. Hopefully every party involved then had forgotten all about it and elected to move on. But this was Nar Shaddaa, the chances of that was unlikely, but she could hope. Much hadn't changed in her absence, the Black Sun still held the moon and the surrounding planets, and though they were indifferent to one another, she still wished to avoid contact with any of them. So she blended herself in with the mixture of smugglers, pirates, and the other scumbags that lived and preyed upon the moon.

She wasn't sure who she was suppose to meet up with, except that they too were a member of the same faction. Something about a challenge, or competition, had been mentioned in regards to her slicing skills, and whomever chose this place was smart. There was so much slicing, stealing, and you name it going on daily that whatever this individual had planned , would surely go unnoticed by the Black Sun's operatives. Other than the information about meeting up with a fellow faction member, she had the name of a cantina where they would discuss this competition at great lengths.

The entrance to the cantina was guarded by two ugly looking aliens, while a humanoid was the acting fee collector. Great. She stepped into the small line and when her time came, she begrudgingly handed over the credits and entered the cantina, taking a chair at one of the empty tables. Now she waited.

 

[Tyro'din]

Tyro'din stood at the entrance to the cantina, acting the part of a brutish free collector rather well, his feral appearance and missing eye had their advantages if one knew how to use them after all. As he took a small amount of credits off the patrons, it was so fun to exploit a gangs greed and pose as a fee collector to get some money, he compared each face to the image of Ciara Jevnaker - which he had memorized. He only broke character when the striking woman he had been waiting for entered the cantina.

He slipped away into the flow of the crowd, abandoning his "post" at the entrance, to enter a back room where he had stored his normal outfit. Re-emerging a minute later, he once again joined the flow of the crowd, letting it dictate his path towards the Vahla he had asked to meet.

Once he reached the table, he sat into his seat while sliding across the credits she had paid him a short while ago. "Ciara Jevnaker, I assume?" He asked, although he had made sure it was her before approaching. He bowed his head in greeting while letting a confident smile cross his features, a smile which showed a hint of fangs. "Tyro'din, self proclaimed Slicer and Espionage Master at your service, m'lady"


[member="Ciara Jevnaker"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

She looked up at the Bothan, the same Bothan that had collected her credits, and placed a hand to her mouth stifling a laugh. "Very sneaky. Pleasure to meet you." She nodded at the credits before slipping them back into her coin pouch. "And thank you for those. Credits have been, well let's just say, hard to come by these days." In truth, they had been hard for her to acquire since she stopped abusing her Force abilities; but on occasion she didn't might taken a credit here or a credit there from a thug. She never took more than she needed, greed was not in her nature despite what some would believe since she was strongly connected to the Dark Side. Several times she had been mistaken as a Sith, and on a few of those occasions she was forced to defend herself; and not everyone survived that encounter.

"So I got your holomessage but I'm curious about one thing, Tyro'din. What could possibly be of value here on Nar Shadaa? I mean everything note worthy has been swiped or hacked, and some of those fools now have bounties on their heads." She fell silent when a waitress with a bad limp moved to their table and inquired about drinks. She ordered two drinks, one for herself and one for the Bothan, and the waitress moved away to fill the order. "Mind you, I'm no stranger to having a bounty on my head but I would like to know what you have in mind before I have to put down bounty hunters again." Her last encounter with two bounty hunters ended badly for the duo, and to this day she wondered if their bodies had been discovered yet.

[member="Tyro'din"]

 

[Tyro'din]

"No time for the politics of the courts from which you once came from, m'lady?" He asked, before grasping her hand and bringing it to his lips and saying "Never has a more beautiful woman graced my presence". As he had her hand in his grasp he dropped a small chip into it. "My apologies. I've not left the courts behind just yet." He said as he released her hand while reaching out to the side to pluck the drink the waitress was holding for him. "My challenge is thus. A race to destruction." He leant back and gave a extended pause while sipping from his drink.

"We will be slicing into the systems of Zakna the Hutt. Our aim will be to slowly destroy his power bases. His spice production and sales, his smuggling service, every little thing. We will each choose four objectives and will race against each other to get the job done. And that is what makes this hard. We take it slow, we lose. We go too fast, bounty hunters come after us and we have to fight them off." He then pulled out two datapads and handed one across the table, "You are going to use that datapad and the chip I handed you. The chip and 'pad contains a tracking beacon for safety reasons as well as a program I uploaded to mine as well, the program is designed with sabotage in mind. If you activate the one in mine, I cannot hide my presence when slicing and vice versa for yours. This is to add a little flavour to the challenge."

When he had finished, he leant back while finishing his drink, staring at the woman across from him. With a sigh, he pushed himself to his feet while handing across another data chip, "Contained on that chip is the location of where I am staying. It also serves as a pass to enter my home. If, by the end of three Standard days you don't turn up I will assume that you have declined this challenge. Feel free to come by if you have questions or wish to change the rules." He turned and walked a few steps before speaking over his shoulder at her, "I will leave you to your thoughts, m'lady, as much as it despairs me to leave such a beauty as yourself without company." Before he continued out of the door.


[member="Ciara Jevnaker"]
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[Via Dolorosa]

She had never been shown affection like this before, and she was unsure how to take it. Her life had been extremely complicated up to the pointe she had decided to throw herself with the lot that called themselves The Primeval. She gave the Bothan a brief smile and reached for her drink, taking a small sip from it before placing it on the table, keeping the chip secured against her palm. She listened to what he was proposing and though she had no love for those over sized bloated slugs, she knew this was going to be extremely dangerous. Extremely dangerous. And worse, the Bothan wanted to sabotage Zakna the Hutt, by far the worst Hutt in this sector. She leaned back in her chair thinking this through. She loved challenges and this was one she knew her problem solving skills would be to her advantage.

She glanced at the technological device on the table, then scooped it up and slid it into her satchel. "I'll meet you are your home in three days to give you my answer," she said as he was leaving. She needed to think all this through. After a couple of hours had passed, she too left the cantina, her destination; stake out the Hutt's holdings. She wanted to get an understanding of what the targets might be, how difficult they would be to get to, and most of all; what kind of security she would be facing.

The next day, her investigation complete, she hacked his system to gain entrance to the Bothan's home and sat in one of his chairs, flipping the chip up and down through the air with her mind, while she waited for him to discover she was here. She had an answer for him. Yes, she was in.

[member="Tyro'din"]​

 

[Tyro'din]

As Tyro'din approached his current residence, a place he had gained from a favour from an old ally from when he was part of one of the gangs on Nar Shaddaa, he smirked. He could already feel the strong presence of his opponent through the Force, it would seem she had approached him earlier than she had said. He cloaked his presence from the Force as much as he could before he entered his upper-scale home.

Walking into the front room, he found the woman sitting in one of his chairs, flipping the chip he had given her through the air with what must be the Force, considering the fact that she didn't touch it. He summoned the chip towards him while it was at its peak and caught it gently before placing it on the table in front of Ciara as he passed her. "Careful with that m'lady. I cost me a bit to get." He said as he bowed before her, "That said, welcome. I hope my home is up to the standards of a beautiful vision such as yourself."

He continued over to the small bar that sat against one of the walls without seeing her reaction to her words. He poured himself a drink before addressing the Vahla behind him, "Drink, m'lady?"


[member="Ciara Jevnaker"]