Private The Consequences of Good Luck

[Jenzid Channsalj]

Public transit had never been her favorite experience in the galaxy. Her private cabin paid for with the blood money of her previous and formerly operating employers. A passing thought now as she searched the far reaches for the scant description of a woman that had been the linchpin in the undoing of a Hutt.

Had been the twig that broke the rancors back.

The sign to deter interruptions plainly visible on the cabin door, she nestled into the large bench seat provided while drawing the curtain before their hyperspace jump occurred. The twisting light a nuisance in every way to what little restful sleep she would achieve on the flight.

Baggage check had been another perturbation, purchasing the criminally priced luxury package for her belongings that were not allowed on board the shuttle's passenger area. Her singular eye staring at the handler. One sweating nervously under the knowledge of what's belongings they were handling.

Discretion wasn't as necessary as it had been once upon a time. The beings that knew of her reputation were largely burned, or buried. The remainder so far into hiding that it would have been to long of a sidestep from her current goal to be appealing.

The gusty sigh that escaped her lips turned sour by the knock at her door. With the do not disturb sign lit up. The slow slide of her eye towards it the only recognition she gave before a second and sharper knock happened. The sigh changed to a disgruntled mumble of curses beneath her breath as she pushed out of her seat, half standing as the door slid open.

A rodian and some furred being stood before her.

"Hi chuba da naga." She asked, the dynamic duo scrutinizing her.

The canines of the furry one bared for her to see as the rodian buzzed at her angrily and held out its hand. The blank stare at the rodian's words prompted a further shake of its hand as it's furry companion puffed up.

"Mee'm nopa paying. Buzz ovv." She informed them flat and monotone in huttese. Her hand extended towards the door control as the puffed up enforcer snatched it. The rodian buzzed again, pushing her into the cabin as the other helped. The deep inhale as they shoved her back the preparations for her next move.

The hand around her forearm tightened as she pulled the grappled arm across her chest into the rodians head. Green arms rose to push it away as she planted a foot against the opposite bench and pushed upward. Her weightless form brushing the low ceiling as the clawed hand let loose finally.

Too late though.

Her whispered words in a language neither knew as what was once a light figure suddenly bore down on the trapped arm of the furry enforcer and the rodian with the weight of two wookies. The sharp flare of green whispy tendrils snaking out from behind the eye patch. A knee in the back of the enforcer kept them both pinned as both hands grabbed each by their respective necks.

More whispered words as the whispy tendrils slid down her face and arms before forming her nails into claws. The rodian squirmed and tried to shriek, though the strangled sound came out as little more than a harshly whispered buzz. The furry one's growling turning silent as the claws began to wrap around the whole of their throats as she leaned down further to speak clearly.

"If u baatu baatu je again, u nopa live long. Ateema poodoo...u live." Came the hissing tone. One of the few things she found even slight joy in was feeling the tremble of those that knew they had picked the wrong target far too late. Her eye slid over to the rodian that buzzed again, letting her knee off his back enough to hear him speak clearly. The form of a smirk appearing at the corner of her lips.

"Cha wana do bota." The claws retracted slowly, drawing across their skin without letting loose their life's blood. She rose finally, stepping away and releasing the spells about her. The furry enforcer still on all fours and scampering out of the room like a shamed hound. The rodian on their knees and throwing the credit sticks they had gathered so far.

She nodded for him to leave. And the display was less than respectable as they fled. She frowned, the adrenaline gone as she fixed her clothing and dusted off the seat she'd used as a vaulting point. Footsteps came from down the hall, and she used her boot to slide the credit sticks beneath her seat as she turned and pointed in the direction the duo had run off.

Security dashed off, one staying behind to get details of what happened. She explained the pair had tried to extort her, and the sharp look of curiosity was met with the small flex of her arms.

"Mee fought gee myo brothers do lot." The officer snorted, shaking his head before thanking her and following after the other two officers. Happy she'd covered her trail for the moment, she let the door close. Turning and going to a knee, she fetched the scattered credit chits before looking each over in turn.

Pulling out the datapad, she set about a task that would keep her mind from the thought of flying. The slow process of transferring each to her own account before burning each credit chit to dust with contained spells.

 

[Jenzid Channsalj]

The process of transferring the credits hadn't taken nearly as long as she had hoped, finishing the final one and taking a gander at the small dent it had made in the digits displayed. Those the duo had been targeting had likely been little more than people attempting to escape their situations with what they could carry or hadn't even had the chance to take with them. One stuck out to her however.

She hadn't destroyed the credit stick out of curiosity, instead letting it rest beside her on the bench seat as she ran through the rest.

Finally however she could direct her attention to the one that had kept itself safe for the mere value it had contained on it. Not enough to rent a room for more than a few days, along with a decent amount of consumables if the owner was sparing in their sense of finery. She turned it over, this way and that to examine it in the light. There wasn't anything exactly unique about the object, which was more concerning given the state the others had been in.

Most seemed to have been handled with such commonality that they had wear marks, perhaps from constant nervous habit or even from being removed from a pocket or pouch. But the one in her hand felt new. Crisp in the sharp edges it held onto. Wondering briefly about the state of hygiene her rude guests had kept themselves to, she dared mutter the words to another spell.

The eyepatch barely containing the green glow behind it as green tendrils swirled across the space from behind it.

Holding the item closer to her nose, she inhaled through the nose. The blend of smells being picked through as she exhaled and thought for a moment. Spicy sweat was the dominant one, with the slight cut of what she guessed to be a maintenance oil just beneath the first smell. Her face scrunched as she took another whiff of the credit stick, leaning back before drawing the thing away from her face.

The dynamic furbag and rodian had bathed it seemed, but the furry one had a musk. And the rodian seemed to have been hiding in the maintenance area before the flight. A final scent finally caught, lingering just under the blurring smell of some burnt tinge. Both eyes closed, focus on disseminating the final scent before waving the thing once more before her nose.

The musk and oil irritated her eyes, but the final smell was slowly reminding her of another.

But where had she caught that scent before? Putting the credit stick on the side table, she swapped it for a packet of water and sucked through the built in straw. The sound of footsteps in the hallway prompting her to shift her mental focus briefly. The thoughts of smells pushed aside as she let herself become comfortable and listened to the passing sound. What she guessed where wheels squeaked closer, pausing some distance away as a rapping sound faintly drifted to her ears.

A food cart? Maybe clean-

Her eye shot open, taking the stick once more and waving it in front of her nose several times. The musk and oil seemed to fade as the memory of wiping her hands with the stringent cleaner brought that faint scent forward into the limelight. The mystery solved, the stick glowed a sharp green as flames consumed it in her hand. The fine hairs on the back of her neck stood for a brief moment. Realizing the idiots had shook down someone in a similar profession as her.

The squeaking wheels stopped in front of her door, and the rapping sound prompted her to open the door for the small being that offered vitals.