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[member="Moira Skaldi"]

Ruusan sat once again at a bar table slowly drinking and smoking herself to death. She had fought [member="Mao"] not long ago and had serious thoughts of whether not she should have kissed her or killed her. She sat at the table alone for once and laid her blaster down to begin cleaning the blasted thing. The woman had worn phrik armor and all the CIS could get her was some shoddy armored flight suit. A woman walked over and asked if she wanted another drink and she waggled the bottle on the table aggressively.

"Kark off." she said coldly, "I know where the frakking bar is."

Ruusan lit a cigar and puffed it several times before tucking it between her middle and forefinger as she worked on the weapon and did shots. A man looked over and she slowly lifted her hand to offer a derogatory hand signal before continuing. She was such a sweet girl.

 

[Maelion Liates]

[member="Ruusan"]
Maelion’s presence in the bar went mostly unnoticed. Sitting at a corner table she was waiting for one of her agents, [member="Callisto Scarlett"], to return with information. Maelion, or rather Anna Comnena, was not officially there, so she kept herself hidden in the shadows.

She noticed the mercenary with the bad manners but paid little heed to her. Organics like her were a score a credit, and nothing about this one immediately stood out as important. Still, she could be useful if she had any important information.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Maelion Liates"], [member="Ruusan"]


It did not take long for Callisto to arrive in the bar. Dressed in typical spacer clothes, pants, vest, worn-in leather jacket, a heavy blaster pistol holstered on her hip. In other words, she blended in perfectly with the smugglers, mercenaries and general low-life that was in the habit of frequenting bars like this.


Of course somewhere in the bar there was a band of Bith playing what organics considered music because that was the case in every bar. Anyhow, she sauntered into the bar, paying no mind to the Twi'lek dancer who was acrobatically gyrating herself on a pole. Organics wasted so much time with carnal desires. Rotted the brain. Callisto noted the poorly mannered mercenary but did not approach her for now. She was one of many, though of course that could change.


She ended up taking a seat opposite to Maelion at the corner table. A waitress came and asked for an order, Callisto ordering a beer. She could gain nothing from consumption of liquor, but it was good to blend in and her model was able to consume such poison. "I got what you needed. The package is in hand," she said simply, more for the benefit of the organics than Maelion. Far as anyone who bothered to watch was concerned they would probably just be smugglers, mercenaries or something to that effect.


So rather than convey the information Maelion wanted verbally Callisto opened up a channel between, using purely electronic communication. Her lips would not move, so no one could overhear them. The intelligence in question was insider information from Saelari Mining and the dealings of the Senate, since Callisto had recently become an aide to an influential senator.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Callisto Scarlett"]

Ruusan watched the redhead stroll by with a package and couldn't resist. She slipped an ear bud from her pocket and popped it into her ear and turned her datapad slightly to try and listen in on the conversation. This is where she excelled, recon and black ops. If the package was as sweet as the woman carrying it she may get a good pay out by offing her and selling or using whatever it was.

She listend as they spoke briefly and suddenly went silent and stared at each other. She started getting readings from her data pad that were about as strange as they could get from two broads. It was like they had set up a holonet link or something but a spike in electrical readings were weird. She recorded the wave lengths for a minute maybe less and quickly put her blaster away and got up to leave. She had seen weird get messy fast and she didn't feel like ending up a karking lot of dead in some grease pit.

She grabbed her jacket and datapad then dropped a cred chip on the table before she headed for the back door.

 

[Maelion Liates]

[member="Ruusan"]
[member="Callisto Scarlett"]

“Excellent. Have a drink,” Maelion said, again for the organics around her.

There was something…there. The woman she had noticed had gotten up and left. However, playing back her sensory logs she noticed that someone had tried to intercept and record the link she had with Scarlett. If this mercenary type decoded the transmission she could discover their identities and that would be…unfortunate.

“Go out the back door, I will go the front. That female organic was trying to intercept our communications. She must be stopped,” Maelion transmitted.

Leaving credits on the table she headed for the exit whilst Scarlett headed the other way. If they could relieve this mercenary of her equipment, that would be good. If necessary they would relieve her of her life as well.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Maelion Liates"], [member="Ruusan"]


Callisto had likewise noted the attempt at intercepting their transmission. Needless to say this constituted a threat...but also perhaps something like an opportunity. At least it meant that this mercenary was more worthy of note than the rest of the low life organics that frequented this bar.



The order from Maelion was acknowledged with a nonauditory ping and Callisto arose from her chair, silently but quickly heading for th back door the mercenary was departing through. Once she had passed the prying eyes of patrons, one hand went for the gun that was hidden inside her leather jacket. She was soon closing in on the merc while Maelion came from the other side...