The White Rabbit [Bounty Thread]

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[OOC: A Bounty has been placed on [member="Srina Talon"] of the Confederacy. All are welcome to attempt to collect. Enjoy!]​

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G O L B A H​

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Time: 11:45AM Galactic Standard

The streets of Gobah City were hot. It was a sweltering, billion-degree day, where one could literally fry a Vakiir Egg on the sidewalk. It was just slightly before high noon and most citizens would have already retreated to their homes, or, found a cooling zone [small parks with shade and fountains] to wait out the incoming sun. The habitation sphere helped to keep the worst of the suns rays from touching the sprawling metropolis but there was only so much it could do. It was dry, arid, and it wouldn't be unusual for heat mirages to start appearing on the clean streets.

Some individuals didn't seem to mind the climate. Instead of running off to cooler pastures they went about their business, braving the day, without a single complaint. The Exarch of the Confederacy, Srina Talon, was one of these individuals. She could typically be found within the Citadel, speaking to politicians, Viceroyalty, and other parties that might require direct attention. She occasionally took a break to visit the Cafeteria within the sprawling and heavily fortified governmental building, or, she went out and about. There were a variety of cafes, lounges, and other places where the small Echani might be found.

This day would seem like any other. Her routine would be hard to track, filled with whimsy, with no definitive route she may take. Srina secretly enjoys the sights of Golbah City and can often be found people watching. The only thing that would seem to be strange would be the unusually high amount of Echani in the capital.

All Echani appear similar. That is true. But all of these Echani bear a striking resemblance to the subject of the bounty.

It will take a keen eye, excellent wit, great timing, and perfect instincts to be able to discern WHO is the true Srina Talon. Every Echani that bears her face will respond in a similar fashion, they will wear similar clothing, have similar hair, and all, will answer if the name of the Exarch is uttered.

OOC Notes:
The Vicelord, [member="Darth Metus"], had long ago ordered that Srina Talon have her genetic material kept on file at Kamino. A small squad of creatures that are identical to the Exarch were made in the interests of her general protection. An order was placed anew from the capital. A mistake was made. Instead of receiving a hundred new Dauntless Commando clones Golbah City has received a hundred new Srina Talon clones.

Your posts will be responded to as quickly as possible. It is up to you to decide whether or not you have the true Srina, or, if you've been fooled.

Good luck in your search, and, May the Force be with you.

Spoiler: Tag List From Bounty Thread

[member="Calum Neth"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Tellu Talon"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Orex Mauda"] [member="Kei Raxis"] [member="Jayce Pryde"] [member="Fedrig"]

 

[Srina Talon]

A.) A lone figure with long white hair could be seen sitting at a round table within one of the many cooling zones in Golbah City. The area is quiet. The younglings that usually dot the fountains seemed to have all but disappeared. Despite the heat, it seems that the quiet figure is also drinking hot tea, over cold, and is even using a proper teacup.

B.) There is a bridge that connects the Hub and the Crown. You will also find a version of the Exarch here, overlooking the traffic below, and clad in a pale blue wrap dress. There is a Magnaguard walking at her side.

C.) Through the halls of the Citadel, an emotionless Exarch walks toward one of the many meeting halls. Is she happy? Sad? It's hard to tell. Her state of dress is a little trendier than some of the others and it seems as if she might actually be wearing high heeled shoes.

D.) Blue seems to be a theme. This female Echani is wearing a traveling dress of the palest azure. She seems to be headed toward the spaceport, as if planning to go somewhere, or perhaps she is picking someone up. There are two Dauntless Commandos walking with her.

E.) Two small rabbit droids are hopping through the Bazaar at a rapid pace. Behind them, glowering, is an Echani that seems to be rather annoyed by their rambunctious behavior. She does not scold them but instead gently leads them away from random acts of vandalism and pickpocketing.

F.) A vision of what appears to be Srina Talon can be seen walking along a path in the Sprawl. She is alone, however, she is carrying a small package. Her clothing appears to be very plain and her expression is quite serious. She holds the package gingerly, almost, as if she's afraid to drop it.

G.) A merchant that specializes in cookware is haggling quite aggressively with the Confederate Exarch. She insists that she knows how to use high-yield kitchen equipment, however, the poor merchant was long ago instructed not to sell her any by the Powers that Be. This fight looks like it might get ugly...

 

[Koda Fett]

B.

Fett, most recently, had vanished. It seemed to be a rather opportune moment to do so considering the recent events that were known to create lucrative benefits for the infamous murderers, conquerers, and otherwise indiscriminate killers. They might not always refer to themselves as such, but, really, they were only ever lying to themselves. Fett believed that to be the case, and he was far too stubborn to lean elsewhere. Nevertheless, the Mandalorian might have gotten themselves killed on some backwater in the outer-rim; consumed by a swamp that swallowed them whole. Maybe a group of rivals had grown tired of their greatest competition and sought to take them out. But, realistically, the truth had been far more boring. He grew tired of it all. Koda Fett had simply become exhausted by the consistent chasing of those far beneath himself, and instead left for an undisclosed location to count credits that stacked a mile high. But, even that had grown tiresome. He might just have been the ruthless killer they claimed he was, and the lust for blood needed to be sated. Regardless, he was back for now.

The Confederacy and the Bounty Hunter may have, relatively recently, come to some agreement that involved a rather specific demand that Fett wasn't to attack, or otherwise antagonise a member of the CIS, and a Mandalorian would be expected to be bound by their word (if not their contract). But, then again, Fett was never an entirely honest individual, nor a great Mandalorian - a cunning liar, and a consistent manipulator of many, many things. The Exarch had never been an ally to Koda, either. He was certain that she teased the idea of making use of those mystical gifts to throttle him whenever he had become within sight, or even range. She, alongside others, attempted to crush Fett beneath the weight of an entire building. Though he hadn't proved to be as squish-able as one would believe. Persistent, if nothing else. And he proved it time-and-again.

He freely wandered Golbah City, or had the possibility to do so. Though, Fett had always preferred to remain concealed for several reasons, and an aerial advantage proved to be so very, well, advantageous. He peered through the scope that rest atop the carbine and through the T-Visor he scanned the area ahead, certainly witnessing the women he believed to be Srina Talon. He hadn't felt the scorching sun that thrust its heat over Geonosis-- a planet he loathed --due to the internal systems, and for that he was thankful. A Magnaguard had always been troublesome considering their durability, but an unsuspecting and vulnerable unit seemed to be defenceless. And, as such, Fett aimed towards its core at its abdomen, and squeezed the trigger.

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Allya walked through the city, without any of her armor for once. The girl wore a fairly casual outfit, a shirt, pants, tennis shoes, and a little jacket for in the shade. She was still armed, as assassination attempts were simply to frequent to be dumb about it all. However, as she walked around Golbah city, what she saw blew her mind. Auntie [member="Srina Talon"] was everywhere! Oh she knew they had to be clones, because frankly, nature couldn't produce something of this quality multiple times like this. No, this was a dream come true. For a moment, she allowed to imagine what if they all hugged her, brushed her hair, talked to her, and everything else. But that was silly, because it was doubtful the real one would do so anyway! Though, Srina was partly responsible for her relationship with [member="Jerek Zenduu"]. The Echani taught her early on, that the proper way to see if you were compatible with a person was to fight them, and if they beat you and if felt right, it was a good thing. Jerek had, in that chase on Coruscant. It had been fun! So she asked him out. Pretty much the entirety of that part of the story.


However, if there were many clones running around: her eyes went wide and the Sith giggled. Oh look! The Bunnies! Now, were they actually Auntie Srina's Bunny's or not? Who could say! However, they were cute, and getting into trouble, and there was someone who could, or hopefully, could not be Auntie, and if she wasn't Auntie, maybe those were not Auntie's bunnies which MEANT, maybe Allya could have them. To the fifteen year old, the logic was sound. If that was a clone of Auntie, maybe she could have it too. For reasons. Lots of reasons. Time to go!

Allya hopped off the bridge she had been on, and tumbled to the ground and laughed her head off as she went. Finally, before she hit, she slowed herself down through the force and gracefully landed on the bottom with barely a ruffle. She hummed softly and walked up to the Bunny's and the potential Srina in the bazaar. “Hello there. How are you doing today?” Large brown eyes looked so much like [member="Darth Metus"] 's when they were not all yellow or glowing red, or some thing else like that. Honestly, Allya had no way of knowing how much of Srina's knowledge a clone would have. Or if this was a clone. But she would find out. First, to see if her Aunt even recognized her, since, it wasn't very common knowledge how close or not the two actually were to one another. Then, her eyes went to the Bunnys! “Oh! You guys are so cute! Such mischievous little babies.” If this was a clone, she would probably try to give her to dad for his birthday! He would be so happy!

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​If Tathra hadn't given the Confederates a reason to come for him, he would now.​

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​The material value of such a prize as the Exarch of the Confederacy was inconsequential, her capture by the Bryn'adûl meant more than any amount of credits could. It meant the Confederacy was vulnerable and had been without notice. If the mountains of corpses he had produced with but a tenth of their own forces on Eshan didn't provide that answer to the galaxy, then perhaps this would.

​The menial preparations to smuggle himself into Confederacy space had taken a few weeks to prepare, each day that passed replacing whatever eager bloodlust the Chieftain had with an irritated distaste. Such methods were beneath him and yet, here Tathra was.

The space was cramped, a hollowed out interior piece of a military cargo-ship hauling a fuel of the radioactive variant. The radiation bothered the mutated flesh of Tathra, but played with his sinuses. The journey was just within the tolerable limits. However it was also the only way to sneak into Confederate space and eventually Golbah City on Geonosis.

​Tathra stirred impatiently, using the force to enter a meditative state as he remained still for the day long journey - patiently biding his time in solitude. The time spent abiding with the irritation of the fumes forced him to recount memories from nearly seventy years passed. It was similar to the smell of the Ogre pits, they'd often had a fascination with mutants. Pitting the mutated ogre-men against Tathra in his youth. It was a strangely fond memory, life as a citizen of the galaxy was strangely predictable compared to his time there.

​The Chieftain's tumultuous time as a Gladiator had shaped him, quiet literally. Orange eyes observed large crimson palms, yet he took what they did to put him down and made it his strength.

The trance like state was thrown off as Tathra was jolted from his dozed state, the turbulent descent causing the somewhat leaking canisters to jitter as the clattering became an offensive upon his senses. The crimson faced brute glowered with a fiendish irritation as he steadied himself, the turbulence lessening as his mass absorbed the kinetic energy easily as the ship lowered to a halt in the Golbah City spaceport.

​Tathra pressed his palm against the panel between him and rest of the ship, bending and tearing the metal screws that held it in place with a slight pressure. Setting aside the panel, the massive brute clambered downward through the less habitable parts of the ship - eventually exiting through the aft diagnostics control room's emergency hatch. The massive brute dropped with a quaking thud onto the metal of the platform.

​A long embroidered burgundy cloak fell over the length of his form, hiding his crimson features as well as the Mace attached to his back. Tathra broke into a short sprint, his strength allowing him to leap several feet downward to a lower platform, avoiding entering from the same location as his unwilling companions. The mass of Tathra was easily heard, each step a thundering ton of muscle and armour. Using the force, he quietened his footfalls.

​The spaceport had a large open plaza, a large screen flickering through various areas of the spaceport. His eyes locked on, spotting two Special Force Commando's. He intended to intercept them.

​| [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] |​

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

g)

It had been a long time since Kurenai had taken up bounty hunting, having long put the name of 'The Crimson Shadow' to rest upon marriage, though today thing were going to be different. It was quite the odd bounty, well more like an assignment, but considering who the target was, the home turf and more such a situation seemed to be ideal, to an extent. Trying to determine which of the many clones running around of Talon was the real one came with many complications. While true she could use the force along with her other abilities to sense which was which Kurenai unfortunately had nothing to compare it to, or any real frame of reference, how strong was she? what were her real scent?

Thinking about it just highlighted how she knew next to nothing about the women other then her name race and position in the CIS, and the fact the two shared a mutual hatred for a bounty hunter named [member="Koda Fett"]. Beyond that bit of information the white haired women may as well be a stranger to the ageless solider, but alas that was how the galaxy worked, she was an important political leader while she was your boots on the ground grunt. each being apart of different branches that rarely interacted, their members not really getting to know one another, separation of power and status, just like any other government. Still Kurenai did have one small tick up her sleeve to determine if the women was really who she was, hopefully there was always the possibility the clones had the same memory as the actual women, but it was worth a shot anyways.

Making way through the crowded city, donned in her regular operator class armor, feeling no need for wear anything to over the top, her goal? A certain merchant that seemed to be haggling with the Extrach from what she had heard, quite litterly, their voices being easy to note over the hustle and bustle of the the crowd. That and cooking was a skill she was actually proficient in making her presence there a little more believable, Kurenai slowly coming up behind the Srina as the argument continued unopposed. "Good day to you Talon-sama, are you have trouble with shopping". Her voice carrying a genuine query to it as she walked up behind her.

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] l [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] l [member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Srina Talon]

B.] The Adventures of [member="Koda Fett"]

The pale-creature lazed over the edge of the railing, watching speeders fly by, while the sun moved overhead. Her expression was pensive. “This place is too full of people.”, she muttered under her breath, before she turned, just in time to see her Magnaguard escort take a hit to the abdomen. Its body snapped to the side, and it stumbled back, before its nightmarish crimson eyes turned toward the direction of the hit.

“Danger.”, the robot muttered, stuttering, as sparks came from the damaged chassis. It bent to the side as its spine seemed to give way. “You are in danger!”

The woman started toward the robot but it backed away. Further, and further, each time. Its core was unstable and it was very likely going to explode. Its primary directive involved protecting the small Echani warrior. Killing her in a blast of fire would definitely be against that directive. “Run!”

Silver eyes turned toward the direction the shot had come from. They narrowed, filled with a particular loathing, before she turned, and vaulted over the edge of the bridge into the traffic below.

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E.] The Playdate of [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]

“They are my murder moppets.”

One of many, many children that [member="Darth Metus"] seemed to have fathered approached her. She was a beautiful little thing, with caramel skin, and chocolate eyes. The white-haired female looked her over briefly and gave her a faint nod. The Exarch was rarely overly friendly unless there was a reason for it. “They are designed to be cute.”

She sighed when BNI-Bella proceeded to try and steal something from a cart. It was a shiny stone, with no value to a droid whatsoever, but the little rabbit squealed incredibly loud when her babysitter passed over the appropriate amount of credits. She seemed to think that she had her own kyber crystal now and was conspiring to build a lightsaber with it. BNI-Leo seemed equally enthused.

“They are more evil, than cute.”

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D.] The Hunt of [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

There was not enough time to do everything that she needed to do in one day. She’d been running errands all morning, and now, was slated to pick up a representative from Lok. The albino-skinned woman should have burned to a crisp under the noon-day sun but it didn’t seem to bother her. Other people, not nearly as pale, seemed to suffer from burns and dehydration. Something about her almost seemed at home, as if her core temperature was lower, and able to withstand the blaze. “We’re here to pick up Governor Tan.”

The Dauntless that she walked with seemed to have their heads on a swivel. Generally speaking, they should have been safe as houses in the capital, but they never stopped working. Their charge appreciated it. She wasn’t even wearing armor, nor, did she have any visible weapons on her person. Her clothing was made for a political sphere and her hair was braided back in a traditional fashion.

“Apologies, Exarch, the cruiser from Lok is running behind schedule.”

The Echani frowned, but nodded her head. “It’s all right. We will wait.”

Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw something. Someone large.

Very large.

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G.] The Buyers Remorse of [member="Kurenai Yumi"]

“Listen, I’ve been paid, ahead of time, not to sell you anything.”

A frown creased primrose lips and her arms came to cross beneath her bosom. She was frustrated, embarrassed, and entirely bothered that someone would see to it that she could not purchase the tools required to bake a tray of blue-milk cherry tarts. It wasn’t as if she as asking for a blow torch or something equally flame causing. “I carry a lightsaber and you will not allow me to spend exorbitant amounts of credits on your overpriced baking trays?”

The face of the merchant started to turn red. He felt insulted, twice over, and now couldn’t get this woman from the Crown out of his stall. He was half tempted to go back on his word but didn’t want to face the consequences. “I’m sorry. You’ll have to try another vendor.”

Her frown grew, and she would have continued on, were it not for the fact that she was approached by a dark-haired woman in armor. Glacier eyes flickered. A name flickered through her mind’s eye and her head tilted carefully. Interesting. “I am. These merchants have all been instructed not to sell me cooking equipment. I need to make something.”

“And the domestic staff in the Citadel chased me away.”

The Echani seemed entirely miffed, as if anyone, would dare chase her away. Her lips quirked to the side and she almost looked a little defeated. “It’s probably Metus. He never lets me do anything fun…”, she trailed off, perturbed, and unnerved. That Vicelord was going to get a piece of her mind.

 

[Fedrig]

F)

There had been a bounty placed on an Echani called Srina Talon. He hadn't known who the target really until he did more research on the target, it was a high profile member of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Usually, Fedrig didn't look into taking such high profile cases but this was a CIS member and while he was grateful that they offered support to him and his men, however, Fedrig couldn't fight the desire to remain within the Mandalorian Empire and work on improving it from within. This high profile case would help prove his loyalty to the Mandalorian Empire and to Manda'lore, it was something to help prove his honour and loyalty to the Empire. Fedrig was still mixed on his feelings towards some of the Mandalorians but he wasn't going to give up on the ones he trusted within the Empire, not yet.

Also the money was significant enough that he could gain some more resources on weapons and armour. So, that was a bonus as well. Fedrig was on the world and wearing his full Havoc armour, walking down the street, it was weird. All the women around were the target, or at least clones of the target. Things were seemingly more complicated than he planned, he spotted Allya, another Mandalorian but one working with the CIS. It was clear that she was here to meet someone that someone had to be Srina, however, she wasn't sure who the real one either. It must not be able to detect the real target with the Force. There was no flaws in the clones that he could tell, however there was one holding a package.

Keeping a close eye on the Echani with a package, Fedrig was keeping his distance and studying her closely, estimating his chances of her being the target.

[member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Koda Fett]

B.

He expected the contempt-filled glare. It was usually cast over the Bounty Hunter; it seemed that everyone had varying levels of distaste for Fett, and he couldn't quite blame them. If anything he was a glorified and celebrated murderer and nothing less. And these two seemed to have a certain history, but not the kind one could expect from that phrase. Though, he never tried to kill or capture Srina before. She had only repeatedly become an obstacle between Fett and Teth. It was only ever business, but it often seemed to be far more personal than previously intended. And some often failed to let it slip. Pity.

Regardless, Fett had always tried to expect the unexpected but an instant, and willing, free-fall had never been something he had been too great at predicting. He momentarily lofted a brow in his own curiosity, but it had been quickly shrugged away. "Right." He softly muttered through the vocaliser, and it presented itself as something electronically synthesised. But it was then that he made the plunge himself, though his seemed slightly more sane considering the jetpack that was surely set to aid his flight, rather than free-fall.

Fett was in pursuit.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

g)

She had overheard part of the conversation before actually speaking with the Srina, but even so it was odd to hear such reasoning. Why on earth would she be bared from buying supplies from a local vendor?, There were quite a number of different possibilities, but Kurenai did not want to get into them right here and now, her job was to find the real Extrach and so far nothing seemed certain. The alabaster women seemed familiar with her and mentioned Metus by name, but at the same time her words seemed to contradict themselves. Though Metus was a firm ruler Kurenai didn't really know him to be one that would prevent Srina form doing her own personal activities, and the mention of the staff chasing her off, very strange.

Either that or it could have been applied to every one of the clones running around as a way to keep the orderly chaos in check, either way she wasn't any step closer to her goal, more questions would be needed. Turning to the merchant she placed down several credits on the table, "I will take those trays you are selling instead, there are a few thing I have in mind to make, this should be enough to cover the cost". True the merchant and Srina could probably guess her plan of action, but she doubted the merchant could and would refuse service, and if so, well Kurenai had no quams about getting those items using 'alternate' methods.

[member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Kobi Fesser]

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[SIZE=12pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Bazaar, Golbah City, Geonosis[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Play with the Robot Rabbits! (E)[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Equipment: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Jedi Tunic (Tan/Off-white), Cloak (Green), Leatheris Bracers, [/SIZE]Lightsaber[SIZE=12pt], Utility Belt (with Pouches)[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Tags: [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt][member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [/SIZE][member='Allya Vi'Dreya'][SIZE=12pt] | [member="Srina Talon"][/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=12pt]Geonosis. Why exactly Master Vaashe wanted to bring him here, was beyond the excitable child that was Kobi, but Geonosis is where they were. Not exactly the ideal vacation destination, so it wasn’t like that was the reasoning. Nor was it a place with any significant connection to today’s Jedi Order, or any past Jedi Order, at least that he was aware of. It was strange to be here where the sun burned with such an intense ire that it scorched the planet’s crust as it had. There was not green here that Kobi’s eyes could see outside of the occasional potted fixture that appeared to weep with the sun’s cruel embrace. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]However, this was all fleeting to the child that almost seemed to evolved his strut into something of a frolic as he and his master made their ways to the Bazaar of this Golbah City. It teemed with people here and there and a noticeably high number of droids seemed to almost outnumber the sentient populace here. A strange revelation in the eye of the young padawan learner who couldn’t recall a time he’d seen so many clattering metal creations. Oh well, he thought to himself as he spun on heel with a vigor, looking up to his Master. He smiled before he fell into a fit of giggling, turning his attention away from here again. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Before them, the Bazaar seemed to open up slightly and, in the clearing, Kobi saw a few things that caught his eye. First and foremost, was a dazzling figure with stunning white hair. She was certainly something to behold, even for a child that still viewed the fairer sex as something more or less alien. Girls have cooties after all, right? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Next, his eyes fell upon a young girl who, by all appearances, seemed to be talking with the white-haired woman. She was maybe a few years older than Kobi and seemed somewhat familiar to the young Jedi. He couldn’t put his finger on exactly where from though. His hand came up and he seem to rub his chin as he thought hard on where and why she’d seem familiar at all. He even scratched the side of his head trying to emulate the actors he’d seen in various holo-shows. If they did it, it must be cool! [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Around them was what really excited Kobi, though. Something he’d never seen, but to him seemed absolutely amazing. They had bunny droids! His excitement rose to such a level that he lost control of it and let out a high-pitched squeal, immediately covering his mouth after. He dipped his head, embarrassed, and turned toward his master with a slight bit of shame in his eyes. “Sorry, Master Vaashe,” he said, however it was easy to see that the excitement was still boiling inside him. Threatening to unleash itself again. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to hurry after the two robot bunnies and chase and play with them. How could he not after all? Just look at the bunnies. Just look at them![/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]He turned quickly to his master once again, and then back to the bunnies, before finally focusing on his master again. “Can I?” His voice seemed pleading as he asked, praying she’d give her okay for him to frolic toward the bunny bots.[/SIZE]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Prey can always feel it, in their gut. They know. What do you feel?​

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​D.​

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​The massive Bryn'adûl Chieftain moved with a swiftness through the crowded space port. The outer structure of the space-ports extensive platforming was connected via a series of pillar hung bridges, connecting them to an inner circular courtyard stretching toward a central nucleus of elevators that extended toward the rest of the city.

​Time was short, no doubt the surveillance equipment within the space port was spreading the knowledge that one of the prominent attackers at Eshan had arrived in the heart of Confederate space. It would be no surprise to Tathra if a swarm of Confederates would come to the aid of their Exarch.

​The two Commandos clocked him immediately, using focused fire to deter the giant. It little short of nothing.

Tathra continued, his pride thrusting him further, knocking down several civilians underfoot as Tathra leapt upward, the distance between the Exarch and Chieftain shortened dramatically. The monsterish brute snorted, thrusting his foot into the chest of the closest Commando - the Dauntless Commando's whole body snapped, the kinetic form tearing arm from body, skidding along the ground as a smear of blood followed.

[member="Srina Talon"]​

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Citadel

Scherezade was standing in the halls of the Citadel. No one here knew it was her; for all they knew, the woman standing there was Madalena Antares, Pathfinder of the Knights Obsidian. Her body was clad in the armor of the Knights; a rare occurrence, considering even Madalena hardly ever bothered to wear it outside of specific ceremony events. The green armor that Scherezade had was often a best fit for anything combat related.

Was she here for combat though? Her fingers closed around the little chip that was in her hands. The Chip of Truth, as she had attempted to call it. Plugging it into the Confederate datafiles would restore most of the truth; truth that Scherezade had gone through lengths with to conceal, hide, cover, and replace with falsified information regarding her existence. It was supposed to be a permanent thing; as far as she knew, no one had caught that the information had changed, made to look as though it had always been as it was.

But something had drawn her to create a fix. Certainly, the fix would not restore everything. Scherezade had no interest in her home planet's name being on file, nor the fact that she had spent seven hundred years trapped inside a pebble. Those were things that had happened prior to her joining the Confederacy and while she would not mind telling the VIcelord, but the rest had to remain concealed. It was no one's business, in short.

Forcefully, she made one foot step ahead of the other as she made her way towards the offices. It was time. She would deal with the fallout of what had happened. It had been her choice, her actions, her pulling threads to make this happen. Now it was time to fix it.

And yet as she walked through the halls, she caught the sight of [member="Srina Talon"] in the distance. Emotionless as always. Uppity as always. Did the exarch dislike Madalena as she had disliked Scherezade? She didn't know. Scherezade wasn't even sure she wanted to know.

Perhaps now was not the best time for it anyway.

Scherezade turned on her heel and left as quickly and quietly as she could.

 

[EllieEx]

Golbah City
A: Tea time​

A small ID10 Probe droid scowered the city scoured the city, beaming information back to Voska's HUD feed. He stood there in the comfort of a nearby cafe while he waited, Clad in his favorite cloak and the classic mandalorian helmet, which was actually starting to get hot for once, the heat here was far worse than what he had experienced on tatooine. "Can't this thing go any higher?" He muttered, turning the cooling settings of his temperature regulators as high as he could. The probe was sending back all manner of strange reports, a mixture of errors no thanks to the heat, and a series of strange images. The exarch, the bountee he was here for, In many places, clothing, and activities, all at once. were those, Clones? that was the most logical answer at the moment, save for a malfunction with the droid perhaps? one of these images looked promising at least, the droid had snapped a shot of the young echani women from a distant roof top, by the look of it, she was resting in a cooling zone, not that far from his current position either. He orders the droid to stand by while he makes his way over.

He passes by the many cafes and small shops on his way over, admiring the city. It may have been the hottest city he had been to yet, and yes, it was probably filled with politicians and other well dressed deceivers, But the people here- They worked hard, and seemed un-phased by their work, nor the heat. And that, He admired.
Eventually he nears the cooling zone, taking a moment to observer the echani from a distance. There she was, skin and hair like fresh fallen snow, relaxing perhaps? and With tea. voska could appreciate a little tea every now and then, especially cassius tea. it was good for one's health and calmed the nerves, which helped him focus when he had need to do so. Now here was an interesting opportunity, Sure he could simply stun and capture his mark, but why spoil what might be his only chance to speak to, and have tea with the exarch of the CIS? It was time to learn more about the woman that he had heard of so many times back home, and yet knew so little about. Now voska was interested in having a conversation almost more so than the bounty itself. which he wouldn't have excepted if he hadn't realized that this was probably a really stupid joke that the druckenwall fellow was playing.
There was one slight issue however. He had no idea what her thoughts on mandalorians were... The govermental body that currently runs mandalore is at war with the CIS true, but does that reflect on All mandalorians in the echani's eyes? after all, there were a few mandalorians in service to the CIS as far as he knew. Better play it safe than sorry. He takes his helmet off and sets it on a low wall separating some floral decorations from the street, Revealing his brown skin and short black hair, which was rarely seen these days. His small probe droid lands on it and waits for him. he then tosses his shawl like cloak over the other shoulder, hiding what little armor he wore that was visibly mandalorian. Not that it really mattered, She'd probably recognize his westralian accent, seeing as her homeworld was so close to his. And if that led to any questions, he'd answer honestly, that's just how he was. He approaches the cooling station, waving with one leather gloved hand

"Never a bad time for tea, eh mate? Though i must say, i didn't expect to see anyone drinking it hot in this weather" He chuckled. He'd pretend that he hadn't any clue who she was. He was new In town, new to confederacy space in fact, So maybe she'd buy it if he could be convincing enough. If she saw through it, He'd just have to go with the flow. "Mind if I take A seat? I think I've still got some cassius somewhere on me"

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