Long Black Train

[Geneviève Lasedri]

The ominous black boots of the Benefactor quickly became a dreary brown as she slogged through the sopping surface of Jabiim, her destination the coal-colored hover train currently at standstill. The woman's similarly dark trenchcoat shuddered with each step and was on the receiving end of a few splashes of mud globules. Chin-length, raven-hued hair clung to her cheeks and glittered, soaked from the downpour that consistently plagued her this week. Not that the gloomy weather bothered her.

This world, by all appearances, held no profit for anyone economically or politically. And it was for this reason that she had traveled here. Her 'hobbies' were attracting a bit of attention lately, and it was best to make oneself scarce in these situations to avoid finding herself as one of the Galaxy's Most Wanted.

Jabiim was also an ideal location to establish relations. While the Republic had hardly committed what might be considered an atrocity here, the seemingly eternal neglect of the despairing world provided an opportunity to gain trust for the small price of a form of empathy. Whether it was legitimate or not mattered little. Not that Lasedri was apathetic to their plight, but she could not truthfully deny that this was not exclusively a mercy mission. She had a faction to run and a business to expand to produce for said faction. With a little money where her mouth was, she could potentially acquire the faith of an entire region in this gloomy environment.

Scuffing the soles of her boots as she ascended the boarding platform, Geneviève noted the small crowd awaiting passage. Apparently the transportation industry here did not get much business. Curiously, however, the congregation was substantially larger than when she had arrived at this locale at about the same time yesterday morning. What had drawn everyone out from under their rock? Gen cast a wary eye about and kept her distance, leaning against a strut that supported the flimsy shelter covering the boarding platform. She knew the crew would take its time.

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

Why was he on Jabiim again, from what he understood he was here for... oh right. The thought came into mind as he knocked out the guy and left him for authorities to find as well as his certain human cargo. Just in case he decided to wake up though, Solan made sure he was cuffed behind his back to a pole with a note on his chest saying happy holidays. If it was actually a holiday today, hell if he knew, but it was fun when he could mess with he men he beat to a pulp.

Now like all great delivery men he disappeared into the day as he watched the streets and headed for the transports. In truth he really didn't need to take public transport, as his own ship would get him from place to place, but his ship was in the shop back on Ord Mantell so public transport was the next best thing. And that became problem two as he looked at the group and sighed, violin case in one hand, cloak tight around him, and hood down as he rubbed his temples with his free hand. "They really need better customer service."

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

"I don't think they're used to customers," she interjected after digesting the not-so-stranger's lamentations. There was something very familiar about this one. Gen closed her eyes for a moment to peer through the Force. It was not very efficient, but it was, so far, the only way she knew how to register a Force signal. He tested positive. As did the instrument.

"It's not everyday I see a violin." If he was who she thought he was--despite the astronomical odds--then he would probably respond to her cue in some sort of cryptic fashion. She had once met a guy in a back alley on Coruscant...

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

"Ya, sadly their soft tune is a bit hard on most people for some reason. You know there was once this beauty that seemed irritated by the sound and oh she was an interesting one..." He grinned, knowing the voice instantly as there were few people that held actual business conversations with him, and she had been one. With a grin he glanced at her and studied her features if he could looking for the scar by the eye.

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

"And I'm sure you had a good time with that, too." She had the right man, alright. He was about as smooth as a Rodian's spiked dome, in her opinion. Then again, she was never really impressed by anyone.

Brushing a few of the drenched strands back from in front of her face, Lasedri revealed the blank white eye that she assumed he would be searching for--though the coordinating scar that had traveled across her face had been recently removed in a surgical procedure. "You must be incredibly lost if you're all the way out here. Or does your love know no bounds?" Why anyone could possibly be attracted to her was beyond her own reason. She really did hope he had better taste.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

"No no no, just picked up a job a little bit back and finishing it up now, running into you was a pretty happy coincidence. What are you doing here if i might ask though miss.... i forget if you ever told me your name, and just in case." He smiled and cross his free hand over his chest before bowing to her without his eyes ever leaving hers. "Solan Charr at your service."

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Happy coincidence... Gen had always wondered what this guy had been trying to pull on her. He made no sense; there was something egregiously wrong with him in her mind. Yet he seemed like good company. She had rendezvoused with him about formulating an uprising and lived to tell the tale, after all. He at least had a few scruples about him.

It was interesting, being able to see him out of both eyes now. For years, she had been blind in the discolored eye, but the recent operation had fixed that, even if things were still healing and she had to wear a blindfold during the brighter parts of the day. "Call me Gen, then," she returned, never one to give away her full name. Paranoia goes a long way. "And I'm working for charity."

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

"Well then Miss Gen, pleasure to get your name once more. Now..." He straightened up and dusted himself off while he stood there, not really because there was dust but he needed a reason to make sure no one had followed him. "... what do you do for charity work, what i did could qualify as such but i really don't think it will be taken that way."

 

[Jen]

"Careful now, Jen." A voice not many meters away from the left of [member="Solan Charr"] and [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] said in a warning manner, squeakier than most, suggesting that it was not of human origin. It belonged to a Rodian girl with bright pink hair formed in a sort of mohawk, Cindo.

"I know, chill.. Look. The boarding platform is literally right infront of us; There's no need to hurry." Another voice peeped up, this definitely seeming more Human than the other, however it had a... How would one describe it? A melodious accent, as if she was partly singing. The voice belonged to the person the Rodian, Cindo, was talking to. An around the 155 centimeter tall girl with marble white, spiky hair. She seemed at first glance Human, but if one were to squint their eyes and take a better look they would be able to indentify her as half Ryn, this due to the odd tail she had, her nose which seemed to have curves in it and of course the accent.

Currently the two, rather young girls, or well, around the age of seventeen surely, were pushing a large swoop bike across the platform. It seemed brand new, the metal plates shining and leather seat sparkling, but it wasn't very beautiful, seeming of very grude concept, as if custom built for the harsh and rainy environment on Jabiim. It was a tough machine, surely.

"Ermm.. Excuse me, you two wouldn't happen to know when the train takes off?" Jen, the half ryn of the two girls had said. Her voice a little louder than beforehand, yea, she definitely wasn't talking to her friend right now. And sure enough, she was looking towards the two with a kind smile, a pair of round dark lensed sunglasses resting fashionably ontop of her nose, covering her otherwise amber, almost golden eyes.

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"] :: [member="Solan Charr"]​

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

"I bring toys for children and pose for pictures," Gen replied, straight-faced but obviously lying. "And whatever it was on Coruscant." That was more along the lines of the truth, her ranking in both the Liberation Collective and the Rebel Alliance, freeing slaves both realistically and, as she saw it, idealistically. As she finished her answer, she scanned the assembled travelers and wondered what they could be here for on such a lovely day. Peculiar, indeed.

As was the Rodian and near-human duo approaching them. In fact, the teen girl squad may have been the most out-of-place thing Lasedri had encountered all week on Jabiim, shoving along a mint condition swoop bike that was, quite likely, stolen. And when the tailed one asked of departure times, the Benefactor was absolutely certain they did not belong here--not with that accent, no. "Train leaves at its crew's convenience, unfortunately," she stated, nodding in a knowing manner whilst showcasing her snow-white right eye. "They're a little too virtuous about their patience."

[member="Solan Charr"], [member="Jen"]

 

[Jen]

"Aha, yea- yes that is unfortunate." Jennifer muttered, possibly unnoticed peeking up towards Genevieves snow-white eye from behind her round sunglasses, a brow however seen lifting on her face in surprise.

She turned back towards her friend, raising the sunglasses from her nose as they exhanged glances, only to have Jennifer turn back towards the two on her feet soon after, still lifting the sunglasses over her eyes, "If you don't mind me asking.." She said, seeming hesitant as she talked, her now own shown amber eyes seen peeking up towards Genevieve's : "Is that a birth defect or...? Never seen anything quite like it. Just.. Curious." The last part was definitely an after thought, to give a reason for her curious-self, an excuse, perhaps.

And she seemed bored too. Tired even, from having pushed the swoop bike all the way from the Ship docks to here. Perhaps anxious too? At least the constant tapping the ground with her left foot indicated such, rapid tiny claps heard. It did take an awful long time for the crew of the black train to get it running once more. When they would get going, of that she was uncertain.

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"] :: [member="Solan Charr"]​

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Jen"] [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

Solan smiled at the two and looked between them with cool and calculating eyes that bore into their own eyes as he the smiled wider with a kindness replacing the cold eyes. "Might i ask your names, my own is Solan char and it is a welcome sight to see that others are as stranded as myself and my... acquaintance have been." He straightened up, and pulled his cloak tight, keeping the several weapons on him hidden (Those being a saber and pistol). His smile never left though.

 

[Jen]

Just after having the question intended to be answered by Gen, Jennifer heard Gen's companion talk, obviously adressing her. His harsh glance seeming indtimidating at first, only to be replaced by the kindest of smiles, odd. A stern type, perhaps?

Jennifer slowly lowered down the round sunglasses of hers onto her nose, a smirk flashing across her lips as she quickly replied before Gen could answer the question of her own, a hand flying towards the Rodian with pink hair behind her, swinging it back towards herself afterwards: "That is Cindo my friend and work partner and I'm Jen, lets just leave the names at that for now. But good to meet you Sol and? Acquaintance?" She said with the teasing, confident smile of hers, slowly going to lean the prestine swooper behind her, continuing to face the two.

A thing to add was that the two force sensitive infront of her could perhaps feel an odd presence of something in her, if looked closely enough it would be the fact that she too, was force sensitive, a very little so, but force sensitive nonetheless. Oddly enough however, she didn't look very Sith, Rogue, nor Jedi.

[member="Solan Charr"] :: [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]​

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

The near-human girl was quite upfront about things--that was apparent. She had not even asked three questions before calling attention to the raven-haired woman's nearly blank iris. Geneviève was not sure if this teenager's boldness should be celebrated or admonished. To someone more sensitive than the Benefactor, it might have caused outrage. Lasedri really did not want to answer the question either way, and she was saved the trouble when Charr made some input.

So her name was 'Gen' (or 'Jen', but that was indiscernible through speech). Mildly amused, the other 'Gen' smirked at the coincidence--about as close to a smile as one might ever get out of her. Today seemed to be quite a day, already. And the title of 'Acquaintance' was always endearing, for sure. But she supposed it would be a little cold to not remedy her anonymity in this situation. "Interestingly enough, I would be Gen as well. Though, you may call me..." Think. She glanced at Solan's carrying case. "...Viola, if you're desperate to avoid confusion.

"And no, my eye was damaged several years back," she concluded, answering the prior question. Not a lie, at least. She still had suspicions about the two girls, however, and kept half of her attention on the unusually sizable gathering of soon-to-be passengers. With the other half of her concentration, she attempted to dig into the younger woman's mind. Judgment, good judgment. "And your tattoo represents something...?"

[member="Jen"], [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"] [member="Jen"]

He watched the two converse with a grin, then heard what Gen decided to call herself for the conversation, his own eyes dropping to the Violin he carried. Some people had that weird ability to just do what ever came to mind, he did not. But he listened to their conversation, watching them and studying them, the kindness on his face though never leaving, only mixing with the intrigue. "What are you... not species... deeper miss." He knew he was searching for something, and he was slowly growing frustrated her could not tell what she was trough force sight like normally.

 

[Jen]

((EDITED TO FIT IN RESPONSE FOR SOLAN))

Viola and Solan it was then, what an odd couple standing there engulfing themselves in heavy cloaks, or at least Sol was. How Viola and Gen matched or was synnonym for each other, that she did not know. But thinking further about it, did Jennifer decided not to.

"I see, and a pleasure to meet you then, Viola. Hmm.. How can I shorten that?" Jen cracked a slight smile at her own comment, adjusting her glasses a bit as she continued to lean the bike behind her[SIZE=12.222222328186035px]. [/SIZE] "And your tattoo represents something...?" And as soon as it had appeared, it faltered. That smile of hers, that was. However only for a second, the broad grin replaced by a weak one.

Seeming taken aback by the question Jen unknowingly to herself went to scratch the back of her head, blinking rapidly before pointing towards her right eye, the glasses seeming to cover most of it, and the tattoo with it right now. "This? Oh.. Ermm.. It's a long story really... Someone thought I had a good perception.. For situations, I suppose?" Jennifer, seeming uncomfortable, nodded a few times as if to underline her own words.

"What are you... not species... deeper miss." Sol had asked just afterwards, a brow raising in reaction to that, her eyes glancing between "Viola" and Sol. Confused now as well. "Not sure I'm following you here... Ermm.. Sol."

[SIZE=12.222222328186035px]While all of this was taken place, Cindo, the Rodian friend of hers seemed to stand in the back, tapping on a datapad, seeming to catalog something. Not following the conversation at all. [/SIZE]

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"] :: [member="Solan Charr"]​

(("she attempted to dig into the younger woman's mind" She's an open book to those trained in the force, what are you looking for?))​

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Had she not been at least honed in a secondary form of sight, Lasedri would not likely have detected the inked symbol from behind Jen's glasses. Perhaps she had shown her hand too quickly. But seeing someone squirm brought some sort of satisfaction to the dark-clad woman. It usually indicated that she was on the right track to discovering what she was after--or just something intriguing. Either way, she enjoyed feeling 'right'.

Therefore, 'Viola' thought she had an idea of what [member="Solan Charr"]'s drift was. He was looking for something nonphysical--perhaps the girl's morality; allegiances... or even identity in the Force. Lasedri had not personally detected any signature emanating from either of the young adults, but she was also quite new to this whole supernatural thing and could only sense those who had significantly immersed themselves in the Force.

She would stand back and let Solan handle the inquiries, pretending not to care. This was not her game, anyway, and she had no idea what Charr was expecting out of this chance 'reunion' other than being able to steal some glances at her. Why would he like her? No one else did, and she was decently certain that she was content with that.

Still, she remained with the party and began 'practicing', as Xiangu had put it. Not to be cruel, but this teen seemed like an interesting read. Lasedri began imagining; probing the few layers of Jen's mind that she could access as she tried to figure out why Jen and her Rodian counterpart might be lugging a swoop bike around on Jabiim. It was difficult, but one could only become better at things through challenge. Hopefully Solan could not sense her activity.

(([member=Jen] - Geneviève isn't very skilled in the Force yet, so it takes more effort for her to search anyone's mind, compared to the average Jedi.))

 

[Jen]

Brief images flicked before Geneviève's mental eye as she stood there, concentrating in the brief silent pause in the conversation:

Laughter heard, a long fingered oil-stained hand, that hand belonging to Jen, grasping around a welder.- Cut.

"You made the pattern yet, Cindo?" A blurry voice echoed through the memories room, the hissing sound of spray cans suddenly exploding from the viewers hand, the image of the Swooper without its dark blue color seen. Cindo and Jen standing with half-masks over their faces, painting it..- Cut.

A soft sobbing from a younger Jennifer heard..- Cut.

And the connection broke, either because it was harder to access older memories or that Gen had become surprised. Gen had accidently seen a brief second of a memory seeming to have no connection to what she was looking for, Jennifer herself, the girl infront of her had probably thought about it herself this very moment.

Jennifer, the real life one stood froozen by the bike, arms crossed as if she had felt the odd presence in her mind, yet being unable to figure out what it was, her eyes behind the round sunglasses continuing to glance between the two infront of her, a weak smile seen on her face as she waited for clarification from Solan.

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"] :: [member="Solan Charr"]​

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Jen"] [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

(Im so so sorry guys got busy.)

Solan only turned his head, having seen nothing and a bit of interest in why she had looked at him. Then he glanced at Gen and smiled. "Well, am i missing something here, because i seem to be a bit outside of the loop and you two seem to know something that i don't." His calculating composure was gone like that and replaced with a widening grin that only grew further and his carefree side was back.

 

[Jen]

"Well aren't you a philosophical one. You know, Sol. I met Viola here the same time as I met you. So.. Well I'm confused. What did you mean by." Jennifer deepened her voice as if trying to mimic the voice of Solan's, failing however as the odd melodious accent shined through: "Not race, deeper than that?" She seemed completely lost in the conversation, awkwardly glancing towards the train every now and then as if hoping for it saving her, however it seemed not to. She probably wasn't even aware, or at least knowing of Gen's intrusion in her mind, only having felt the odd presence for a short and very limited amount of time.

[member="Solan Charr"] :: [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]​