Little Sister

[Riamah]

A mission had been given to Ailuros and she had researched the location she was being sent to. There wasn't that much information about Beris. Mid-rim planet that had been held under various governments until recently and now with the Commenor Systems Alliance gone, it was a free world once again.

He had wanted her to find out why it was so important to Commenor, but she couldn't find out that bit of information. The information had been given to her by Daxton though and now she piloted her ship there. Lost in the musings of her thoughts, maybe even a bit of meditation, the cat brought her ship in for a landing.

The city laid out in front of her was typical of a planet like this. A clear line separated business from industrial, residential and slums. Everything appeared perfectly normal to Ailuros. She landed her ship at the single spaceport and climbed out. Knowing her objective, she knew where she was going.

Hiring a taxi, she gave the name of establishment and sat back in her seat to watch the city pass her by. The bar the Last Horizon was a normal bar and held the life forms of various species, but mostly human. Taking a seat at the bar, she had to wait for the contact to show up.

[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

A motley collection of characters populated the bar, from Corellian freighter pilots to a group of Sullustian merchants hammering a business deal in a corner. Most kept to themselves and their drinks, eyes watching warily for anyone making a sudden move, fingers ready to grab blasters and start firing. A typical dive one could find all over the galaxy.

After a hour passed [member="Ailuros"] saw a creature matching the specie she was looking for. Tall, willowy, grey skin and deep black eyes walked into the bar and headed to the private booths in the back. He was dressed like a slightly prosperous merchant out for the night on the town. The bartender seemed to expecting him and sent some serving droids to service his needs.

 

[Riamah]

Ailuros sat by herself and for the most part went unnoticed by the population in the cantina. A glance here or there and that was it, nobody approached her. She watched the various people, not keeping her eyes on any one person or group for very long. Eventually a man from the race she was waiting for appeared and took a seat at a booth in back.

As if she needed to use the toilet, Ailuros left her seat and headed in that direction. Once she completed her business and left the bathroom, she went to approach this man. No threatening moves or any action to her weapon, she stood next to his booth for a heartbeat before speaking,

"Are you Kless Konsta?"

[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

The sentient’s eyes glanced upward to capture hers, black pools of ebony which seemed to sink in unending depths. He took a sip from mug of amber liquid he held in one hand, before answering in a calm, non threatened manner. “Depends on what your business with him would be.”

While he gave no indication of concern, [member="Ailuros"] realized that in order to speak with him in the booth, her back would be directly exposed to the bar. Perhaps he could see something she didn’t which is why he seemed so unconcerned,

 

[Riamah]

Just based off the man's answer, Ailuros assumed this was her target contact. Looking at the serving droids that had come to the table she ordered two Dark Sliders. Once they arrived, she sat down and lifted her glass to make the toast requested by Daxton.

"Ikmon vike Labatorgoya."

[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

The alien took the red drink without another word and drank it back in one gulp. The drink tasted sweet at first but burned its way down ones throat once you swallowed it leaving the drinker with the sensation of needing to gasp for air before exploding with a warm feeling in the belly.

“Leave the bottle.” The creature instructed the serving droid, “We do not wish to be disturbed.”

The droids did as instructed while the creature took a device from one of his pockets and switched it on. There was a slight hum and the sensation of ones hair standing on its end before he spoke again. “Cautionary measure just in case someone tries to listen in.”

Pouring each of them another glass he said, “So I am finally being activated? Good grief, about time as well. I thought the Ravens forgot about me on this damn backwater. Before we go to my studio I will need to know, do you know anyone on this world and were your registered in customs when you arrived.”

 

[Riamah]

Since Ailuros hadn't been stressed, there wasn't a need for her show she was relaxing. Accepting the refilled glass, it sat in front of her, she watched as he took a device out and turned it on. Her fur stood up slightly, but luckily it didn't make her poof out at all. It was a very odd sensation to her especially since it was unexpected.

He asked if she knew anybody on Beris and she shook her head. Same for the second question.

"No to both of them."

[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

“Good. Finish the drink and we shall repair to my working area. I am sure our mutual benefactor would prefer you be properly equipped, thank the stars he did not send a Hutt, that would be a pain to equip proper.” He instructed her and waited for her to finish then pay their bill before they would leave the bar.

 

[Riamah]

Ailuros finished off her drink quickly and paid for the both of them. It was all part of the orders she had been given and funds had been provided for the cat. Blinking her eyes when he mentioned getting her properly outfitted and equipped.

"What do you mean?"

Following him out, she asked that after they had left.

[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

“All in good time. This way please.” He reassured her as he walked a path into the deeper parts of the city. As they walked it became apparent that they were heading to the merchants quarter, as the number of shops and customers increased. Everything from raw fabrics to second hand droids could be had for the right price or a shrewd bargain. Time and time again items were hawked at their direction but her companion mostly ignored their offers until they reached a shop called the Pleasure Dome.

Depending on ones taste, the place was filled with either unique treasures or worthless junk from over two dozen worlds. When they entered [member="Ailuros"] could spot a couple of Devaronians haggling the price with Utapaun over several flat black discs. Heading to the back they pass through a portal guarded by pair of bored looking Quarren.

“Please sit.” He offered to his guest as the door closed behind them. The room was richly furnished with dark wood and leather. Several decanters of amber and honey colored liquids were arranged in one corner. “I am not certain what you were told but I specialize in creating identities that will pass anything short of a full investigation. I was commissioned to create an identity specific for whoever was to make contact so that they could infiltrate Mandalorian space without detection. So that we can begin I will need to take some photos of you as well as collect your fingerprints and some genetic samples. Do you have any questions before I start?”

 

[Riamah]

He told her things would be revealed when the timing was right and requested her to follow him. Falling into step with him, Ailuros would curiously look around and as people approached them, her ears would tilt to catch what was said. Once in a while somebody would get to close to her and her tail would flick at them. Nobody tried to attack them, but she wanted to stop and look at wares at times. Ignoring this, she stayed with her companion.

Eventually he lead her into a shop and a room through a guarded portal. Since the cat was with him, she passed unquestioned. Taking an offered seat and not looking at the drinks, she listened to what he had to say.

"How are you going to get a non-human in there? What are you going to do with my genes?"

In certain circles bloo​d was used for illicit activities and she didn't want hers used in some sort of spell or ritual.

[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

The alien looked at her curiously before replying. “Whatever do you mean? This isnt the Sith Empire where non humans are treated as second class citizens. The Mandalorian Empire is quite eglitarian about race, although that isn’t to say there aren’t personal prejudices.” Taking a device he had her sit in front of a green cloth like material he unravelled from the ceiling.

“Look at me, relax but try not to smile. No one smiles for their goverment documentations.” He takes several shots from different angles before putting down the device and plugging into an access port. A glance at the screen would see that a program was generating a digital background and history for her.

“Oh by the way do you have any phobias or allergies? I could work it into the background to make your paperwork more believable.”

 

[Riamah]

"They are?"

Ailuros would l​ook at him with real surprise and her ears were perked forward. So when he requested her to take a seat and have her pictures taken, it took a few tries before the cat was able to get the expression correct. It was really difficult for her to appear hum drum, bored or depressed.

"I don't like flying fighters. Does that count? No allergies that I know of. Preferred meat eater. Not so much on the rabbit food."

[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

The alien took out a data pad and began inputting some data with the swift confident ease of a veteran data splicer. It took several minutes where his eyes never left the screen except for him reach and grab some glossy looking treats and pop a few into his mouth or to chew and grunt at same time.

After what seemed like a couple of hours there was a discrete knock on the door and a brown envelope was slipped under it, if one was paying attention the sound feet rapidly moving away could be discerned. He took it unsealed and handed to @Ailuros.

“Your documents to get you to Nal Hutta. Once there you will adopt your new identity and arrange passage to your target. Inside you will find papers, documents enough to flesh out your cover. They will suffice a cursory check but they aren’t designed in case someone goes through the trouble to dig deeper. You will find an account in your cover’s identity, operating funds of one hundred thousand credits for you to do as you see fit. Try not to break the bank though, should you deplete it too quickly it may take some doing to get more funds in. Do you have any questions for me before the briefing begins.”

 

[Riamah]

The time waiting was trying on her patience, but the cat did her best not to fidget too much. Turning her head with a tilted ear when the knock happened, she looked at the envelop that was left behind. He opened it and then handed it to her.

Listening to what he said, she nodded and then he asked if she had any questions.

"What's my name going to be?"

[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

“Padja of Clan Wren. A sufficiently small enough clan that it is unlikely one would run into someone who can question your identity. The documents and funds will be in that name and we have backstopped it in case of a casual inquiry. We want to avoid anyone from digging to deep, as the cover would unravel at that time. Understood?” He said to [member="Ailuros"] with unblinking seriousness.

 

[Riamah]

Nodding at the answer and running the name over her tongue a few times, Ailuros listened to what he was saying.

"Of course. Am I going to have to wear armor and all that?"

Knowing people, she assumed the answer already. Plus one of the main tenants of being a Mandalorian was wearing armor almost ALL the time.

"Will I need to furnish all of this or will Daxton be taking care of the expenses?"

[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

“To blend in, we would recommend you do wear some. Mandalorians have this fetish for wearing armor, deeming those who don’t to be their inferiors. How much you do decide to wear will be entirely up to you, we have some genuine armor pieces for your selection on hand so as o may your choice easier. As for the funds, [member="Ailuros"], the funds are already in the account via a dozen proxy sources, none of which will be traceable back to the Ravens or Daxton. I should warn you though so you would not be surprise if you see it passed through the hands of certain notorious spice warlord and a few rather snobbish homeworld clearing houses. They all play a role in the larger scheme of things.”

 

[Riamah]

"I think I would like to take a look at what you have and find something to fit. Does it matter on the marking?"

She didn't like the thought of wearing any, but knew it needed to be done. Tilting her head her as she listened, Ailuros nodded and when he mentioned different sources. It was probably good it couldn't be traced back to the Ravens or Daxton.

"No worries. What happens if I'm caught?"

[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

“Markings need not matter, the clan as it is, is too small to have attracted much notice. We have prepared three full sets for your selection, mind you the material is not fully mandalorian ore but rather made to look and somewhat mimic its properties. We do not suggest you try and put it through a through test but it should offer adequate protection.” He said to @Ailuros. “Should you get exposed, we suggest you try to go to ground, until we can arrange an extraction. If you get captured and word reaches us, we will attempt a rescue. However, be advised that given their hatred for force users, you may want to try to avoid detection at all if possible. It will take time and resources to assemble a team to break into one of their fortresses.”