Thank Your Unlucky Stars (Geneviève) [Past RP]

[Cora Passek]

On Loronar, in his office sat the head of the political dynasty of the Onasi clan. His brow furrowed together as he looked over the files in front of him. His daughter had been missing for a good forty-eight hours without checking in.

Even twenty-four hours was an oddity but now as he looked at the flimsi in front of him, it only confirmed his worst fears. Alyssa had been kidnapped, taken. Even stranger, there had been no ransom demand yet, which was concerning enough. In his eyes that meant she was to be used as leverage for any number of terrible things. This was something he could not allow. And while his own father, would have never lifted a finger, this was his only child. He wasn't about to lose her, not to something like this. Not over politics.

Sighing, he pulled out a small black book from within one of his drawers. In that little book, a list of less than savory characters. From private mercenaries to slicers and all manner of darker people, a need he knew too well in his line of work. He searched the pages for a single name stopping at the data he had on a one [member="Geneviève Lasedri"], quickly he arranged a secure holocom channel and dialed the number listed.

After all it seemed this Gen woman had all the skills needed to return his daughter to him. Patiently he waited as the line rang, hoping to get a quick answer. He needed Alyssa back in one piece, unharmed by her captors and with some luck, Genevieve would be able to offer this to him at a reasonable price tag. After all, nothing in this Universe came for free, and for his only child he was more than willing to pay whatever it took.

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

She went by Echo usually--not an incredibly brilliant alias, as it was just her middle name--but there were those in higher places who could find out exactly who she was if they were willing to dig their noses into the dark corners that were populated by various mercenary scum. Gen did not consider herself to be scum of any sort, and she was more upright than many of the guns-for-hire she associated with. Posh upbringings can still have lingering effects on their children. She was a good choice if someone wanted clean profiles and perhaps a hint of actual legal courtesy. Not so much a good choice if one was looking for a personable, humble type.

The heiress-turned-punk was busy in her hotel room, washing out the scorching aftertaste of a hard whiskey she had dared to drain in order to 'fit in' with her rough peers, when the pager tone sounded from her communicator.

It was surprising when she noticed that her caller was no usual contact--no PMC agent or comrade of hers. No, this had the markings of a private job. Which often made her very uneasy. Some people seemed to believe that the average mercenary could accomplish more than even a stone-cold SpecForces veteran could. And they almost never ever wanted to pay anything worthy of the actual job. If they did--that was a red flag in itself.

But she flicked on the vocal receptor and answered anyway. "Echo."

[member="Alyssa Onasi"]

 

[Cora Passek]

The Senator looked all too stressed, like a man that hadn't seen sleep in a while, far too much on his mind, which wasn't far from the truth. He worried too much for his young daughter. The woman that would shoulder the burden of the Onasi legacy within the Republic Senate.

"My name is Senator Onasi, of Loronar." He sighed heavily, resisting the urge to reach forward on his desk and pick up the glass of Scotch to steady his already worn nerves. How in the worlds do I actually explain? How about starting with the simple. The woman's bound to ask questions, which is fine. This is for Aly, so get it over with. "I've, a bit of problem that I need help with."

"I'd hoped not to need this kind of assistance, but the clock is ticking. Police are only useful for local matters and I have a feeling this is much more far reaching than that. My daughter has been missing. Kidnapped. I need help getting her back. If you're interested, that is. Can name the price, I really don't care. I just want my daughter back. Whatever it takes, whatever the price." Desperation was sinking into his tone, despite his best efforts not to let that happen.

"Half up front, half on delivery." He at least would be an easy mark, even if for part of the paycheck. Even if the woman couldn't deliver his daughter back to him. "Please, help me get my girl back."

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Well, frak. Way to ease in the bad news. Her eyelids flickered as she pondered over the details and what exactly she was supposed to do to remedy such a grim situation. "First off: If you're calling me, then--yeah--I would say you're in deep." Her name was hardly at the top of the contractors list. But, as she had already determined, the fact that he was a senator probably had a large hand in highlighting her name for him.

"Where is she, anyway?" Stupid. If he knew that, he probably would not be seeking her out. "Or where was she last?" The mercenary plopped down in the worn-out sofa seat of her three-star hotel room in the most carefree of postures, feet against one of the seat's arms and datapad propped up on her knees as she browsed through whatever she could find on this Onasi guy and his kid. Kind of nice-looking chick based on the holo images she could procure.

Gen decided to throw in a potential wrench and see if she could catch her caller off-guard and trip him up on a fact he should most definitely know if he were the real senator from Loronar. "'T's her birthday?"

[member="Alyssa Onasi"]

 

[Cora Passek]

The Senator sighed heavily as he leaned forward, rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes. Far too much stress was written upon his features. He gave a nod, "Yeah .... Tell me about it ..." He said quietly.

"She was last seen on Lornar in the industrial district. Alyssa was supposed to be working a deal with the Loronar Corporation for her own campaign, coming for when I retire." More details than he needed to give, but he could hardly care at this point. "It seems she was to go meet friends at a local restaurant after, but never made it." It wasn't the first time she had disappeared, but Aly always called after a day. And two had now passed without a word.

"July 26, 817." He said without the slightest hesitation. It was a date he knew well and one he wasn't going to forget anytime soon. Not when that had been one of the greatest days of his life.

"I received a note from the Shadow Syndicate a few hours ago. It seems they wish to use her to play me like they wish. Holding Aly until I do as they ask." He sighed heavily, ransom would have been easier to deal with. But this was what it had come to.

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]