Time to Face What You Have Always Been (Tarissa)

[Cora Passek]

Cora nodded. It was the logical thing. Who knew who these people were working for. Sure, they could just be random folks with no connection to her or her past. There also that slim chance that they played an intricate part in her story, be it past or present. The blonde sighed. Why did such a simple thing have to be so complex?

Cora finally had wrapped her arms around Livia and stopped resisting in any little way. At that moment she suddenly recalled a memory that was not hers. It was one of Vahri's and a most interesting one. He seemed to carry a secret and rare skill, invisibility through shadows. For once, she couldn't complain about sharing his memories. "I think, a small surprise is merited." She replied.

"Stay close." She said as she found herself almost instinctively drawing the force into her body and wrapped the shadows around them both. Within seconds they both would disappear from sight. Maybe this force thing isn't so bad? Cora thought to herself.

At this point, she pulled away from Livia's arms and reached out taking her hand in her own. Once she had Livia's hand Cora pulled her along down the alleyway, up another. It took a couple of minutes to take the log way around to get in a position behind the two thugs that were keeping an eye on them.

As the duo approached the men, Cora's hand drifted down to her blaster. It was one of the few weapons she carried. She preferred to keep things simple, though she always seemed to carry tens times more ammo than needed. Having plenty, never seemed like a bad thing. Never. She could hear the males chatting in hushed tones, seemingly worried that the girls had just disappeared right before their eyes. In a way, Cora was amused. She would have probably laughed if the situation wasn't as serious as it was.

Now it was a matter of taking them both down, without killing them first. Well, one doesn't need kneecaps to survive, she thought to herself. It would also solve the problem of at least one of them not running away. Still, within the bubble of shadows protecting both her and Naamah, Cora took aim, knowing that their hiding place would be gone the second she fired. The blonde took a deep breath, glanced to Livia one last time before she turned back to the men and took her shot. The shadows instantly fell away, as one of them cried out in agony as his knee collapsed beneath him.

[member="Naamah Aesham"]

 

[Naamah Aesham]

[member="Cora Passek"]


The Force wrapped itself around them like a cloak of shadows, obscuring them from sight. Naamah felt the very familiar ripples resonate. Once upon a time, she'd possessed this skill and had made good use of it. It was useful if you wanted to ambush, abduct or assassinate someone. She could not help feel a strong longing for something she'd once commanded so effortlessly. As it was, she could only lend Cora some of her strength to help the blonde maintain the cloak in case she slipped.


Is the little kitten feeling a bit covetous? Of course, you only want it to protect the innocent. Maybe she'll show you. Just don't tell her who you're in love with, With their presence masked and the sound their footsteps made significantly reduced, the duo approached the would-be watchers. The two men were chatting in hushed tones, seemingly confused by the girls' sudden disappearance.


Cora raised her blaster, and Naamah's hand went to her concealed shatterpistol. Small, almost completely silent and with a nice punch, it was a very useful gun. Its utility was only reduced by its very slow rate of fire, but this would not be a problem in this situation.


She raised the gun, and squeezed the trigger. A miniaturised projectile exited the gun's barrel and made contact with the other man's kneecap. There was a cry of pain and he crumpled to the ground like a sack of potatoes. He tried to reach for a weapon but Naamah was quickly upon him and planted her boot on his wounded knee, extracting more pained cries. "I wouldn't do that," she said icily. Thoughts that the poor fellow might have just been here for completely innocent reasons - or perhaps because he was Cora's friend - were far from her mind. Always the thug, eh? You're moving in circles, Naamy.

 

[Cora Passek]

"Feth!" That was the singular word that ran through Cora's mind as she saw just who they'd both shot. This was trouble with a capital T. It was the last thing she expected really. "Feth." Again the only word she could find for a tense moment. All she could do was really stand there looking quite shocked.

"You know Cora, the last time you were here I said if I saw you again I'd kill you." The man she'd shot managed to whimper out.

"Yeah ... You aren't in any condition to kill anyone and sitting on the other side of my blaster. You really, really sure you want to be making threats?" She shook her head, annoyed clearly. "And I have to say you really aren't any closer to completing that goal in how many years? Eight now, is it?"

"Shut the feth up." He hissed. Clearly, this was a sore spot.

Without hesitation, she fired the blaster with perfect precision to whizz past his ear. "Nah, I've got the gun, I do the talking. You just answer when a question comes up. Got it? Or would you like me to maim more limbs while I'm at it?" This might have seemed a bit of an odd conversation to anyone else. It wasn't the normal sort of thing that normal folks would ever deal with. A part of her wondered what Livia had done in her former life before she came to Tygara.

She glanced to Livia for a fraction of a second. "Old, friend. Kind of." She managed to get out. Like that explained the situation. "Well, we were until someone put a literal knife in it."

"It was just a light stabbing. Not a big deal and the money was too good."

Cora was getting extremely pissed at this point and stepped forward punching him in the face. "Light stabbing?! When is a stabbing ever light?!"

He grunted as her fist made firm contact with his eye. "Okay, bad choice of words. But seriously you ripped me off and I intentionally didn't hit anything vital."

"Really, Terek?! You can't be fething serious!" Cora reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose out of irritation and in an attempt to calm herself before she outright shot him dead. "I think you don't exactly remember who started the tit for tat session that escalated to us both attempting to kill one another, repeatedly. You stole the jewels from me for a fething slave running Hutt. How in the seven stars did you think I was just going to be okay with that? Truly? You knew the history. You knew. And you chose wrong."

She snorted and shook her head, "Back to the point, why don't we start with you telling me what the hell you are doing here, following and watching me. Because I know you. You're too cowardly to come at me directly and without someone bigger to back you. So cough it up, or I'm going for the other knee cap."

[member="Naamah Aesham"]

 

[Naamah Aesham]

[member="Cora Passek"]


Naamah watched the banter with a stone-like expression. Things went off topic a bit. Clearly Cora and the poor fellow had a history, which apparently involved him stabbing her in back. That was obviously unpleasant.


"And I won't stop at the other kneecap," she suddenly spoke up, addressing both Cora's former buddy and his comrade. "I'll crush your fingernails, take your ears and then your eyes, leaving you a cripple. It's only gonna get colder tonight when the blizzard hits. Start talking, and you can limp away."

 

[Cora Passek]

History was the one thing Cora wish she didn't have with Terek. And what a complex history it had been. Both parties were still a touch sore over past events and who had screwed each other the most.

An evil smirk crossed her lips as Livia spoke. "Time is ticking Terek. If you don't start talking soon, I'll let her go to town on you and you may end up with no limbs at all before the night is over." She said sweetly. For the moment she was being nice. Well, sort of nice.

"Come on Cora. You don't know already?" He snorted as he grasped as his badly wounded knee, trying to ease his own pain a touch. "I guess you really did piss a lot of people off in your heyday, lady."

Cora's eyes narrowed as she got more agitated by the moment. She glanced back over her shoulder, looking for anyone else to show up to try and kill her in this particular moment. "I'm not asking again. Last chance. Who are you working for? And why are you here?"

Terek seemed to debate his options for a moment. His eyes darted between Cora and Naamah, and still, he seemed to be mulling over his decisions to talk or wait it out. A part of Cora wondered who the hell he'd be afraid of because he certainly looked terrified and it wasn't because of Cora and her partner. No. Someone else was pulling strings here. That was the gut feeling she had.

"If I tell you he'll kill me." He finally admitted.

"And if you don't, we'll kill you. So, pick your poison of who will kill you quick and cleanly. For the record, that isn't us. So I'm betting it's smarter to take your chances with your 'boss' or run like the coward you have become. Such a sellout." She snarled. Cora's eyes narrowed further and with all her might she kicked his injured knee, listening to him howl. From his pain, she took a certain pleasure in it. It had been a long time coming, him and her. After his continued silence, she turned to Naamah, "By all means, do your thing. It's time he learns true pain."

[member="Naamah Aesham"]

 

[Naamah Aesham]

[member="Cora Passek"]


"Thought you'd never ask," Naamah said coldly. A noticeable change had overcome her. She looked like a predator who'd scented blood and was about to pounce on her prey. Her aura radiated sadistic delight. Deep down, she was shaking.


She was not a monster anymore. Or was she? She'd always been one. Her soul was hellbound anyway. She produced a bolt pistol, which had been more or less concealed inside her coat, and stepped forward. "Hold him right there," then she slammed the heavy pistol's butt onto his fingers to crush Terek's fingernails. Conveniently, the Cylix bolt pistol was a rather heavy, bulky weapon. Ouch.

 

[Cora Passek]

Cora was more than a bit pissed, and a little unnerved. The idea that someone out there wanted her dead, and had a clue as to where she was made her incredibly anxious. And that certainly didn't help her paranoia. "Got a simple choice to make Terek. Tell me and run, well limp away. You were always good at slipping from the grip of the worst of people back in the day. Your other option is to keep silent, in which you'll be dead before sunrise. Now, I would usually draw such things out, but unfortunately, I don't have time for that, love. A shame, really because you deserve it. I'll still take great pleasure in what I do have time for." Cora said with a rather evil smirk spreading across her lips. She took a single step back to give Naamah room to work while she coldly watched.

Terek instantly tried to pull himself backwards with his good leg and both his hands. Anything to try and avoid this wicked woman. "Cora, come on! It's not that simple!" He squealed, hoping she might show some mercy. Unfortunately for him, Cora wasn't in the mood. She quickly crossed the distance, grabbing his arms and pinning him to the ground.

With Naamah approaching, the pistol in hand, he shouted a string of curse words and struggled with all he had against the blonde. "I can't, Cora! Please!" He begged as he fought against her.

"Just give me the name, and all this can end." She managed to speak calmly despite how angry she was at that moment.

"Cora!" He pleaded once more only a second before the Cylix pistol slammed down onto the first finger. Instantly he shrieked and screamed and desperately tried to pull away, to get his fingers away from the pain. Our dear blonde girl, held on tight, determined not to allow him to escape the pain for even a moment.

"You don't want to say the name? How about a couple of clues?"

"No! I can't!" He hissed as the brunette continued her attacks, shattering each fingernail one by one, blood seeping through the cracks on his nails, pooling around each fingertip. Tears had started to roll down his face, and he panted for breath between cries of pain and agony. "Cora, please stop her! Please!"

She shook her head, a nonverbal no. There wasn't a need for anything else. And willingly she reached into the infinite powers of the force. An invisible hand formed and it's grip wrapped around Terek's injured knee. That grip she tightened and watched as his screams grew more frantic and desperate. "Enough! Enough! Stop! Stop!"

It was just more pleas from him that Cora would ignore. She hadn't heard the words she wanted to hear. He hadn't offered the name she wanted. So she let her grip tighten even further as she started to twist his lower leg to make matters worse.

"Damn it, Cora! Beillane! It's fething Beillane!" He shouted, "Gods stop! Please!"

Instantly Cora released her grip on his leg. "As in Exeden Beillane?" That certainly was a name she remembered. Though, it had been a long, long time. He only nodded before he threw his head back to rest on the concrete street.

"Now that makes a bit of sense." She murmured as she let his arms go and stood up.

"You killed his son. What did you expect? A cookie?" In her irritation and anger, she finally had enough of Terek and kicked his bad leg hard, taking some amount of pleasure as he screamed.

She shook her head, "Auros shouldn't have helped with the murder of my family. And I might never have known what role he played in that night if he hadn't come after me to finish the job." This wasn't quite what she had thought would be the answer. Cora had figured it was someone from more recent events would have been looking for her, wanting her dead. "It was my life or his, and I sure as hell wasn't giving up mine."

"Don't matter Cora. Beillane wants you. And he is aware you are here. He discovered our connection, paid well for me to find you. And Cora, you're a creature of habit. It wasn't that hard."

For her part, Cora had hoped she'd done enough to hide for all these years from anyone from the old Empire. But Terek was a little too good at slicing things for her to stay hidden forever. "I'm assuming my trail on the holo-net."

"Naturally." He said between quick raspy breaths, trying to deal with the pain.

Now it became a matter of what to do with both men on the ground. A part of Cora didn't want to kill them. Unfortunately, Terek had become a loose thread. One that she couldn't afford just to let go. She bit her lip and looked to Livia. This was a great hesitation on Cora's part. She conflicted. This was someone she once trusted, worked with and knew well. That complicated how she felt about ending his life. Her fingers tightened on her blaster. She heavily sighed, in no way could she afford to leave someone out in the galaxy that knew her well enough to track her movements via her uses of the holonet. Though, maybe he'd run and never try her again. Could she possibly be that lucky? At the same time, he'd betrayed her once already. Could she trust him at all? Furthermore, had he told the truth? It didn't feel like he was lying but she wasn't sure.

"What do you think Livia? Is he telling the truth, or lying?" She had to ask. Cora needed a second opinion without a doubt. With some manner of luck, Livia's answer would clue her in on whether or not he must be killed here and now.

[member="Naamah Aesham"]

 

[Naamah Aesham]

[member="Cora Passek"]


It would be comforting to say that Naamah had not enjoyed hurting Terek and that she'd only broken his fingernails because it was necessary: Ends justify the means, she did what she had to do and all that.


Those were reassuring post-ex facto rationalisations. However, the truth was that a strong part of her had enjoyed it. She remembered bodies hanging from chains, innocent voices beging for mercy while she tormented them, blood stains everywhere. Sometimes she'd recorded old torture sessions and forced her victims to watch.


She'd been good at breaking people. Very good. She'd enjoyed torturing lovers by assuming the shape of their loved one while she tortured them. She remembered her last victim, a young Padawan, very well.


She breathed in heavily, trying to maintain her composure and keep herself from having a breakdown. "He's telling the truth," she finally said, her voice was almost a whisper. "But he's a loose end." She knew what she would have done just a few months ago. She clenched her right hand tightly. "You can take his memories."

 

[Cora Passek]

Cora exhaled sharply. This wasn't a decision she liked having to make. Unfortunately, there wasn't a lot of choice in the matter. "Yes, he is." She whispered in return.

Then Livia offered up something of a solution, and internally Cora cringed. First, she'd never done such a thing. Secondly, she didn't want to have to do that. But it was better than the alternative of killing him and ending someone that once had been a friend. Of course, there was the second man as well, but that was an easier choice. Her feelings weren't involved there.

There was one last problem with doing this; she'd have to allow herself to get into Vahri's memory to find the knowledge to do this. That Cora didn't like in the least. Accepting that kind of awareness and power from the being that had stolen her own body from her, taken away so much from her, was a hard pill to swallow. Still, there wasn't a whole lot of options.

There wasn't time to waste. Cora didn't have a chance to keep debating this internally. Swallowing hard, she reached into her mind digging for Vahri's extensive knowledge of the Force. The memories came more readily than she'd expected. At first, flooding her mind with events that had taken place in his life, things he'd done. After the initial rush of memories, Cora's mind finally cleared. In all of that, she'd found what she was looking for. The knowledge was there. The question was if she could do it or not.

She took a deep breath, and without further hesitation, she reached into Terek's mind. He didn't have the Force, and couldn't even dream to put up a fight that could withstand her. It was the strangest of sensations to enter another person's mind. Being able to touch upon memories, ideas and thoughts that were never her own, felt bizarre, to say the least. She was careful, finding memories that involved her, before tearing them from him. His screams were ignored. In fact, they barely registered with Cora as she searched for everything that involved her. As she took the last memory she could find of her; he slipped into unconsciousness.

Cora pulled back and glanced to Naamah. The mental strain had been unexpected, but now she could at least take heart in knowing that there was no one left in the galaxy who could hunt her down like Terek could. She briefly turned her attention to the other man laying there and quickly did the same, though with less care than she had Terek. Once he too had slipped into unconsciousness, she gave a nod to Livia and motioned for her to follow as she stepped over both men. It hadn't quite sunk in what she'd done, or been able to do but it soon would.

"Now that we are alone ..." She murmured, as she moved forward into the old marketplace. "Just need to know where they exits are, the best place for cover, thing like that." She sighed and scanned the vacant and rundown stalls, and alleyways. "I don't want surprises, tomorrow."

[member="Naamah Aesham"]

 

[Naamah Aesham]

[member="Cora Passek"]


Thusly, the problem was solved. Terek and his companion would not remember a thing. Even the repentant, slightly more ethical Naamah did not any moral dilemmas about wiping someone's mind. It meant the two didn't have to be killed, so they ought to accept it.


She gave Cora a curt nod when the blonde turned back to her. Knowing your exit strategy was vital. The same applied to being aware of potential avenues for ambushes, in the case of being led into a trap. This requires awarness of your surroundings.


"Agreed. Wanna lay some traps? You're good with minds. Specially for a beginner," she said laconically, looking around a bit. "The kiosk here seems to have a backdoor." The kiosk in question was awfully run-down, but as she found out when she examined the door, it led to an alley. There was a cold breeze, her breath frosted around her.


"Plenty of debris and broken stalls to find cover behind, but that works both ways. That big building over there may be a problem. You can overlook most of the market from it. If I wanted to carry out an ambush, I'd station a sniper there."

 

[Cora Passek]

"Yeah, need to leave something behind. I'm not exactly trusting of the Bookkeeper given his reputation but if someone's gonna have a clue on the mess that happened to my family." She sighed and glanced back to Livia, "I wouldn't say I'm a beginner, per say. It's complicated." Cora wasn't interested in actually explaining how she had the knowledge she did. She still didn't like the fact of having the Force, much less the knowledge.

Her attention was drawn to the kiosk that her partner had pointed out. "That's handy. Backdoors and secret exits I'll take."

Cora nodded, "It does equally work both ways." She did frown at the building at the end of the market area, "You're right about that. I don't think that would be an issue with him. Someone else around here, I can't say. Just something to keep in mind, I suppose." She said as she walked further down the run down space. Reaching into her bag, she removed a small premade explosive device and tucked it under the collapsing wood of a nearby stall. A process she repeated at a few other locations. "They're not big." She said referencing the devices. "More or less a distraction to get away should we need it. That said, they can still maim and injure with the debris I've placed them under. Try and avoid these places on the way out. Remote detonated of course, which gives us some level of control."

Her eyes drifted to that building one more time, "I'm not too sure what can be done about that. I don't expect him to try to kill me. It wouldn't make much sense when he could sell me to whomever the highest bidder of my enemies happen to be. Still, it bothers me. He might not, but that never prevents someone else from doing so." The whole thing was making her more anxious than she wanted to admit to. "And I have concerns about the price he's going to ask for the info I want, but that's just part of this."

[member="Naamah Aesham"]

 

[Naamah Aesham]

[member="Cora Passek"]


"Shame we don't have anything to leverage him," Naamah/Livia muttered more to herself than to Cora. Trust was a luxury item she could not afford. "You want me standing next to you when you meet the Bookkeeper, or overlooking things from say a rooftop, just in case there's surprises? I'm good with a sniper rifle."


She was not bragging, it was fact. Tanaka might be a more powerful Force-user than Naamah would ever become, but the mentalist was an inferior markswoman, who put too much stock in mind games and mystical toys.

 

[Cora Passek]

"Yeah ... Believe me; I wish I had something on him aside from just knowing his rep. If anything I expect we'll get a task to do or some fee. Or something. And I suspect he'll sell the information that I was here the minute we complete our business. At least, that is what I know of him from the old days. Been a long time since I was here last. And time certainly can change people." She said with a sigh. "I hate meets like this but they, unfortunately, are part of the game."

She weighed the options for a moment. Working in a team, even just a partner gave her someone else who could and would watch her back. Now, working with a partner you've known for years gave even more advantage. That was an unfortunate luxury she hadn't had in a long time. She reached for her bag and fumbled in it for a moment before she offered a tiny earpiece to Naamah. "I think the rooftop would be best. I don't trust anything about the situation. And that gives you the best vantage to see an attack coming from behind that I don't see. And the ear piece will let you both hear and talk to me without raising notice."

She was already feeling the anxiousness that came with these kinds of cold meets. If it was going to go wrong, it was going to be in the early stages while they prepared. Or in the very first few moments of the meet. "You got a rifle? Or would you like to take one last run through my armory on the ship? Got a few things that may work. Just don't know your preferences."

[member="Naamah Aesham"]

 

[Naamah Aesham]

[member="Cora Passek"]


"Got a shadow rifle, but I didn't take it. They're hard to replace. Just show me what you got in the armoury. If it has a scope and long range, I can use it. Semiautomatic, bolt action, laser, doesn't matter to me."


Shadow rifles just happened to be popular among the agents of the Atrisian Imperial Intelligence Bureau. Of course, these guns, like the weapons of many defunct régimes, had ended up on the black market, so it might not mean anything.


A cold breeze blew their way, and Naamah shivered. The Clawdite felt a strong craving for a smoke. The desire for some nicotine was as strong as it was unhealthy. Ironically, her evil self had been a determined non-smoker. She'd gotten her kicks in different, far more disturbing ways.


Perhaps it was just nerves. There were so many variables to consider and she didn't really know Cora...though ironically she'd been part of her IIB security detail for a while. "Time's a wasting. Let's get ready."

 

[Cora Passek]

Cora stopped, lifted an eyebrow and turned to look at Naamah. "A Shadow rifle?" While they did end up on the black market, they were still rare. And few people were rather good with them. "I can't say I've run into many people with those. Used to be on Atrisia, still couldn't get my own paws on one of them." Cora couldn't help but wonder where Naamah had gotten hers.

Pushing aside those thoughts, Cora turned around and headed back towards the spaceport. As time dictated, they got there after a little of Cora's paranoid method of wandering the back streets to make sure she wasn't being followed.

Once there she punched in the code and lowered the ramp, only to be greeted by Fluffy. He roughly nuzzled the blonde and sniffled towards Livia before trying to nuzzle her too. She only waited long enough for Naamah to get on board before she closed the ramp to keep her pet from thinking he saw lunch outside and chasing after some poor soul. With that, she motioned Naamah to follow her to the armory, and quickly unlocked it for her. "Feel free to browse. The rifles are on the back wall there. I'm sure there will be something that fits your style." She said as if talking about fashion accessories.

[member="Naamah Aesham"]

 

[Naamah Aesham]

[member="Cora Passek"]


"They're less exclusive now. You just need to grease the right paws or shoot the right people," Naamah deadpanned. Well, that was one way of summing things up, or rather deflecting possible questions. In any case, they eventually returned to the spaceport and found themselves back aboard Cora's ship. Naturally, Fluffy was there to greet them and seemed quite excited. Naamah smiled ever so slightly, petting the big feline when he nuzzled and licked her hand.


Then she followed Cora to the armoury. Calculating eyes swept over the weapons' racks, soon focusing on the sniper rifles. She ran her fingers around a few guns, picking one up and getting a feel for it, before putting it down and choosing another, then another. Holding it in her hands and using the Force to balance its considerable weight, she took aim and looked through the scope, then lowered the weapon.


"I'll take this one," she finally decided, holding up a bolt action rifle. It was old fashioned, but efficient. She searched a bit in an armoury, then found a suppressor and attached it to the gun. Contrary to what Holowood told you, silencer was a technically incorrect name.

 

[Cora Passek]

Cora nodded but couldn't shake the feeling of suspicion that had risen inside. Sure one could get it if they had enough cash, knew the right people, or in this case killed the right people. "Yeah I suppose that's the nature of anything after a collapse like they suffered." Nevermind that Cora had fled at the time for her connections with the terrorist that had blown up the, then Emperor.

The blonde leaned against the wall and waited as Naamah looked over the numerous weapons and guns that were available. Cora happened to be quite the collector. She'd never seen a gun she didn't like, and well, for every purpose, there was a weapon to fit it. And that was exactly how Cora liked it. She loved options.

She cocked her head to the side, just watching as Livia went through her rifles. She finally seemed to settle on an oldfashioned bolt action, but Cora couldn't help but smile. "Good choice. Older sure, but they don't make em like they used to." As Naamah picked up the suppressor, she stepped the prep table in the center of the room, and pulled out a drawer filled with various types of ammo, and lifted the appropriate box and pushed it across to the brunette.

She sighed and looked back to the door, "We could stay here for the night, or find some place in town. I don't mind either way. Both have pros and cons."

[member="Naamah Aesham"]

 

[Naamah Aesham]

[member="Cora Passek"]


It was, of course, totally impossible that Naamah had once worked for the IIB and the Inquisition. She'd never met Cora before. And she most certainly was not in love with Mirien Valdier, who'd shot the cuddly terrorist once. The cute blonde was just being on edge, which was understandable since she was on a blasted darkside wasteland.


"I like the classics," Naamah said dryly, and accepted the profferred ammunition, giving it a thorough check. The rifle was old, but the model was reliable, even in hazardous conditions. There was nothing more embarrassing than your gun malfunctioning because it got wet or covered in snow or just jammed. "I suggest staying here. We don't need to explain traps then - and Fluffy can eat anyone who trespasses." The big nexu probably really liked that idea!

 

[Cora Passek]

"You and me both." She said with a bit of a sigh. "They are reliable, stable and don't have all the extra frills that a skilled marksman doesn't need." Cora gave a shrug and looked back to Fluffy who had been curiously watching the pair from the doorway.

"Staying here works for me. It's not the first time Fluffy has eaten trespassers." At that thought she smiled, "If you're dumb enough to break into my ship, you better be ready for the consequences." One more shrug and she pushed off the wall and headed out of the armory. She motioned for Naamah to follow. "Let's go to the galley, and see what we can find for dinner." It seemed as good a time as any for a meal, with the brief peace they were getting on her ship. At least here there weren't prying eyes and ears, that she had to be concerned with. Nope, here everything was safe.

[member="Naamah Aesham"]

 

[Naamah Aesham]

[member="Cora Passek"]


Peace was fleeting. This was just a brief interval of calm for both of them. Ergo it was important to make use of it. However, relaxing was not something Naamah was good at. Moments of tranquility made her broody and introspective, which tended to take her to some rather dark places in her mind.


At least there were no prying eyes here. "Ok," she said quietly, putting the rifle down. A ready meal or some soup would suffice for her. Ironically, Naamah was not even a bad cook. Not a great one, but passable. This one's headcanon is that she might made meals for Mirien sometimes. Having entered the galley, she headed towards the cupboard and rummaged a bit in it before settling on a tin. "Found crab soup. You want some?" she queried, glancing towards Cora.