Tyrius System;
Rodia;
Iskaayuuma City.
Xenia's frown was brief, as it was rather hard to feign surprise. After all, she had jerked Kail right back out of his comfort zone and thrown him into yet another tricky situation. It was likely that something would go wrong, as it always did, but this time she wanted to be more than prepared. Story after story she had created in her head for the hypothetical event that she'd meet a handful of those she deemed 'likely enough' to encounter. Lower level senators, and other political bodies-- though in truth she spent little to no time dealing with Rodia as a noble. Instead, her dealings with the planet came from her bounty hunting. Thrill seeking which had only ever actually brought her to the planet itself once. Different city. This was all new.
"Okayyy... it does sound a bit risky... for you, but I'm not hearing you come up with anything brilliant either. I'm not a wanted criminal--
yet-- I can't just run out into the Rodian wilderness with a gun and my--"
She had just about to title him, though quickly drew her lips to a close. "My..." But she failed again. "My...
companion," a carefully picked word, you can be sure, as it covered everything and anything she wanted to justify it as later should she need to do just that. Though there was that awkward roll of the face, as if smelling something a bit off-putting and the flickering of someone unable to maintain steady eye contact for long. Companion-- god how she wanted him to tear that title apart, and forge a new one in its place. But she could never properly ask, any attempt she'd make would be passive aggressive at best.
"And I'm not leaving you defenseless. These sonic droids are going to cripple anything and everything without these auditory protectors, we'll be free birds in a room of floored victims. Plus--"
She held up the other, smaller objects she had gathered before. "These are something I've just developed," though she shot Kail a glance to see if his interest was at all peeked. Developed, implying the means of development beyond, perhaps, someone's own personal creation space. A business? Nastass-Tech was yet unknown to the mercenary, and she wanted so badly to share herself with him-- only, to do so would be in violation of nearly every 'self-protection' code she had built for herself thus far. Conceal identity, and keep the two separate. Kail already blurred those lines, and already knew of her wealthy disposition.
"MH-Chips,
uhm, explosives. Concealed, undetectable by scanners, placed over your molars-- just don't bite down hard on them."
Finally there was a droplet of humor in her voice again, and the tense nervousness she had been displaying seemed to dispel. "These things aren't gunna blow a building up, ha-- but they can fry the smaller annoyances, like cameras, door locks, even droids when you know where to put 'em." Her plans hadn't been going all to well so far, but the same could be said for Kail. Their opponents were the Rodians, tricky, clever people with the minds of deceptive hunters; though acting out of cowardice, a dangerous negotiation tool.
She looked beautiful when the sun hit her, albeit a rather worn out sun. Mid day though it was, it seemed all light was strained and made to suffer through the surrounded gases and mists of the planet. Green hazes and thick bogs of darkening color, almost throwing off her color scheme without affecting its style. Had she noticed it, even, she might have merely thought it to match the planet that much more-- as it was clear, clear, clear she was an outsider. The hatch hardly even squealed or hissed at being opened, and was not so simple as to merely slide from one side to the other. Instead, it was a series of four panels, all with rounded edges, which swung in a spiral to reveal the landing bays beyond her.
... Company was already there,
waiting.
Without the ability to place a name on three of the five men standing off under the coverings of the port some distance away, she hardily recognized the two others. One a rodian, one a bith, and both members of opposing views. More than once, each had attempted to blockade her peace efforts on surrounding systems, and pushed hard against her various bills. Sucking in a shallow breath, the face of a liar came over her own, masking her emotions in smooth silence. Motioning to the closest droid, Kail still out of view, she made the quick "binders, now," command and watched as the hand-cuffs were placed over Kail's wrists.
"That's...
not who I was expecting... I have a
bad feeling about this... stay close behind."
She loved taking charge, being the first to leave, and having the others follow
her. Surrounding Kail, the droids would box him in, one at each corner until four acted as psuedo prison walls. Their crimson cloaks did make them a bit unreal looking, the read light from their almost disconnected heads blaring from right, to left, to right, to left. Scanning procedures, under Xenia's orders of caution. They had no real intention of keeping Kail imprisoned, though they would maintain the act for as long as their owner and master wished it. When she walked, the fabrics of her gown flew around her in a maddening flurry of fine color, though never to the extent of risking her modesty. Quickly, her stunning visage caught the eyes of her welcoming party, and they too began to near her. In total, there were the four Front Droids surrounding Kail, and a single sonic droid, tucked neatly away in the back.
Her greeting, and their own, was entirely hollow. Fake, overused smiles which were common among politics. This was more of a bounty than a political convention, really. Though it felt strange, as she was carrying it out as Xenia-the-noble. Her own rules applied, and she was required to keep face. Senator-to-be Mun Kiiza, one of the Rodians she had been unable to place correctly, was introduced, and she bowed respectfully. It seemed, this was the man responsible for allowing her safe passage onto the world and the welcome she would receive. He inquired almost instantly about Kail, speaking through rough basic than caught Xenia off guard at first. The rest of the company were lower level grunts of the complicated galactic society of hierarchy. Powerful enough in their own ways, though not in a major way. When she motioned back to Kail, she was met with the blank stare of droids.
"I trust this man will be...
handled with the full course of law, yes?"
"The law? Why yes, of course," A neimoidian spoke.
"I'm encouraged by your words,
Salama," she delivered with a submissive nod.
"Of course, the law can be tricky to abide by at times, Lady Xenia--"
"Mun, I will not conduct an action of deliberate violence. I bring him-- this...
bounty hunter here out of proper justice."
"Juuuustice?" The Neimoidian, Salama, inquired.
"I'm to understand his crimes begin here? With the death of Rodia's own senator?"
"Ahh-- yes,
yes m'lady."
"Then should he not face
Rodian law? I think you'll find he's easy enough to handle..."
When she glanced back at Kail, this time her head fully out of sight, she winked. The shadow of a smile at the left corner of her mouth was one of comfort. A 'how are you hanging in there?' or 'everything seems to be going over well!' Too well, actually, though she was all to caught up in her own act to notice the undertones of deceit on the tones of each repulsive alien before her. Three rodians, two neimoidians, one of which seemed only to serve as a lackey for Salama, an up-and-coming CEO on his home world. The rest of the conversation was rather light, and they turned to move to more secure holdings-- the almost ancient looking, nearly unimpressive buildings of the underdeveloped world.
Conversation seemed to dwell on how she got here, how she detained the man, and what exactly her recent developments meant for Nastass-Tech. Assuming Kail was paying attention, a trained warrior after all, shaped and hardened by experience, he would begin to piece together everything about her. She dismissed most questions as every politician did, answering only what she wished to answer, regardless of the question, and instead countering with her own questions-- questions which seemed a bit harder to avoid. She had mastered this game long ago, as an act of independence and, well,
self-preservation. They seemed ever inquisitive about her, though, exactly who she was with, her plans of future development, and details on the very droids which followed them. She didn't lie, either. But she spoke with enough complexity to only give off smaller bits of information to untrained ears, like Kail's own. Lingering in the fine tuned lines of enacted bills and various movements of the past. She did admit to running the massive company, as well as announcing that it was homed back on Naboo, though had homes on many other words as well. The droids, 'protection' droids, were but a small sample of what she had, and she spoke of them in full confidence.
Finally, they seemed to have reached their destination. It wasn't on the outskirts, exactly. But it wasn't in the core by any means. Skeptical eyes studied everything she could grab with greedy haste before she looked back to the ground and entered. The droids followed her, and Kail with them. Lead in by the neimoidian, and following the rest of her picked-up-party, she was instantly introduced to more bodies. This time, a majority of them were human-- yes, majority, as in numerous. About five more, to be clear, and instantly she felt as if her guard was thrown up against them. Lavish in weaponry of their own sorts, and equipment which seemed entirely unneeded for their proceedings here, Xenia gave a withdrawn smile and nodded.
The human who stepped forward, apparently the one responsible for taking Kail into custody, spoke with a charming enough voice. But charming in a way which made Xenia's fingers clench under the long sleeves which hid them. This was dangerous, and she was beginning to feel it. Another Rodian was in the room, as well, though he seemed to regard Kail with hatred-- did they know each other? Quickly she was introduced, the neimoidians uncanny accent seemed only to highlight the tension of the room. Had she not brought the droids, she might have already threatened with her blaster-- thankfully a tactic she would not be forced to resort to here. Jas Kana, the human, head of security on Rodia, regarded Kail with testosterone filled victory. "Finally, this man is brought to justice on Rodia. You have no idea how important this capture is, Xenia, what is it you're demanding in return?" The Rodian who had already expressed much interest in Kail's... justice, asked with rubbing hands. To which the noble frowned.
Everyone was here.
Everything seemed ready to launch.
"You misunderstand my position, I am here to claim no reward."
Turning to regard Kail, she spoke with a 'coded' voice.
An act, though once convincing enough to fool those without prior suspicion.
"Knowing this man is no longer a threat I'll have to contend with, alone, brings happiness back into place at my core."
Her tone was cool, collected, perhaps more fit for Naboo's Queen.
It was, after all, a birth right of sorts, though on she wasn't sure she'd ever chase.
"How does it feel,
bounty hunter? I hope it was worth it..."
Data Request.
Profile Information.
Summary [_run] -- A list of those with Xenia currently.
Mun Kiiza [_profile_run] -- Rodian politician with a swelling fan base on Rodia. Recently, Mun was nominated to take the place of senator, and is in the middle of inheriting wealth in numerous forms on his home world. It is seemingly Mun Kiiza who's put out the hit on Kail, and without knowing it placed Xenia under that same attack. Primary target.
Kuupa Toi [_profile_run] -- A rather silent Rodian and a temporary replacement for one of the Rodians Xenia killed previously on world. He's unaware of her involvement it seems, however. Target.
Szisk Freedo [_profile_run] -- Under spoken Rodian set as the other replacement for the second-Xenia-killed Rodian. Again, like Kuupa, Szisk seems to be wholly unaware of Xenia's involvment with the dispatching of previous would-be-superior. Target.
Salama [_profile_run] -- A Neimoidian, though less of a politician and more of business owner back on his homeworld. He was of little consequence, and his presence here seemed to be more based on relations with Xenia's own Nastass-Tech than anything more. He knew what looked like very little, and would more get in the way than serve as a threat. Not a target.
Spix Garl [_profile_run] -- Salama's assosciate of sorts. More than likely an underling and manager of Salama's own business. No consequence, and not a target.
Jas Kana [_profile_run] -- A human, in charge of security-- even global security, with access to higher-up command on most of the planet. His career was much a mystery to Xenia, but she knew she'd be dealing with him. She hadn't thought to put too much time into research on him, and he seemed to be as clean as an Rodian official; not very clean at all. Additionally, he's surrounded by four armed guards, all dangerous. Probable target.
Duupa Moi [_profile_run] -- An almost discolored Rodian behind Jas Kana, suspicious but without notoriety. Never had Xenia seen him, nor did she know anything about him other than that he wore what looked like the cloaks and robes of someone with some level of importance. His presence was unknown. Possible target.
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