Treasure Hunters

[Asaraa Vaashe]

She'd been bouncing around the galaxy for weeks now, from planet to planet moon to moon following the trail of breadcrumbs. It had been an education of sorts, the journey taking her to places she'd never imagined she might visit, a backstreet dive, a merchant's rickety lean-to stall in the corner of a city. However, complain as she might, Asaraa couldn't say that it had all been bad, tracking down the family of an engineer who had left another clue for her, helping them find closure, sitting in a back of a Cantina on a backwater planet listening to an old spacer regale the bar with his stories.

It had been quite an adventure so far, although maybe one that had been a little tough on her wallet. Jedi didn't exactly get paid a whole lot to start off with but her master had always talked about this, about one of his ancestor's, Meetra Surik, and his desire to track down her tomb, a pilgrimage to her resting place. It had always been something for the future, a joke between Master and Padawan. After his death though...she had almost forgotten about it till she came across one of their old data cubes. It had started this whole journey off, a way for her to find her own closure, to say goodbye to the man.

That spacer in the bar had sent her here, on the trail of a merchant who had stumbled across a datapad that had mentioned a Jedi General from the Mandalorian wars. It might have been nothing, another wild goose chase but she'd never know if she didn't try. So here she was, Ashira's Light...she'd heard about the space station before but never had a chance to visit it, one more mark off her bucket list.

"Ok...he said he's got a stall in the market so...no time like the present."

A rueful smile tugged at the corner of her lips, she'd started talking to herself now, she must be either really bored, or the loneliness was getting to her. Still, sooner done sooner she could figure out what her next step should be. Straightening her back the young woman slung her bag over her shoulder and slipped into the crowd, she had a merchant to find.

[member="Shamira Karuto"]

 

[Shamira Karuto]

[member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

[SIZE=12pt]Ashria’s light was a hub of activity this time of the galaxy year. Plenty of traders were beginning to set up shop, as well as many still used the space station as a relaxation resort. Thousands of people made their way in and out of the station every day. For this reason, everyone was screened the moment they entered the station. Most were waved through with no other actions taken. But some required even more watching. Among those people of interest were forcers not associated with the Order. But they couldn’t have just regular security tailing around jedi or sith, could they?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]That’s why Shamira was called, taken away grumpily from her day off. The Order and Tempest were still easing her back after the mishaps of her and her mistress’s time on Kashyyyk. Not that she needed it. A few broken ribs was nothing a little bacta and rest couldn’t heal in a few days. But, better safe than sorry the Order felt.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]Apparently that conservative thinking didn’t stop them from assigning her to the most menial assignments possible on the ship. Most of the jedi that came onto the station, which wasn’t a very large number, came for a very little amount of the time and never caused any trouble. Yet they still needed to be checked out, for safety’s sake. Certainly boring enough though.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]So the grey skinned Togruta tailed the same member of her species, staying back far enough as to not draw any attention to herself. Though her outfit of a black robe, with red specks woven into the fabric, and a pair of black, knee high, leather boots, might not be the best for that. If she stayed back far enough, however, there was reasonable doubt that the jedi would notice her.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]Her blue-grey eyes watched as the Togruta walked into one of the most populated areas in the station, a strip of stores and cantinas. Allowing her to get a good start on her, Shamira slowly began to follow her, weaving her way in and out through the crowd to keep on her target. [/SIZE]

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

The station was more crowded than Asaraa had expected it to be, the flow of the crowd around her, surging like a sea, people swirling this way and that. She’d always loved this feeling, being lost on a crowd, her connection to the force letting her feel the energy of the crowd, flowing around her lit water seeping into the core of her being. It was one of the places she felt most comfortable, but the sheer energy of the crowd diluted those very senses that linked her to the crowd in the first place.

Asaraa tried to push her senses ahead, reaching out into the station with the force searching for the merchant she’d set out to try to track down. Without knowing him, without knowing more about him she couldn’t pick him out, but then, she really hadn’t expected to. It was a one in a million shot but if she couldn’t pick him out…her hand slipped into the pocket of her robe, running across the datapad nestled here. Looks like we’re doing this the hard way then.

It was easy for her to make her way to the shopping district of the station, the crowd seeming to get even thicker if it was possible. Asaraa’s lips curled up as she considered her situation, she must have cut quite the odd sight, the woman in her Jedi robes peering into each shop she passed, seemingly window shopping, not that she wanted to buy anything…just shopping for a shopkeeper.

[member="Shamira Karuto"]

 

[Shamira Karuto]

@Asarra Vaashe

[SIZE=12pt]There were two very big advantages one could have while tailing a target. It could be at nighttime, and for someone of Shamira’s stature and skin color, that advantage worked out extremely well for the grey skinned Togruta. It allowed her to hide in plain sight at times, while dark alleyways were wonderfully useful.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]The second tool in the predator’s arsenal was a crowd. They allowed, again, the hunter to stay in plain sight while trailing the target, blending into the seemingly never-ending mass of people and aliens. Obviously, with Ashira’s Light being such a hub, the second one was much more an option than the first.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]Shamira flowed into moving mass behind the other Togruta. Sometimes she spent a few moments window shopping, while watching the orange alien out of the corner of her vision, and others she was riding along with the crowd, vision fully on her target. She seemed to be innocently window shopping for now. Maybe all the alien was here for was a simple shopping trip. There was nothing out of the ordinary for that. A few more minutes of this, provided there was no suspicious activity, and Shamira could go back to enjoying her light days of training. [/SIZE]

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Asaraa let the crowd push her forward, carrying her like a wave around the shop front as she peered in through them. The young woman knew she stood out in the crowd, with her red-orange skin and the montrals set above her head. Not to mention the Jedi robes, put even an average looking human in Jedi robes and they were bound to stand out in a crowd. However, she was counting on that, counting on the fact that anyone looking would see her. After all, that spacer might have seemed like a genial man, but any of the other denizens of the bar could have sold her out for a little cash.

The woman felt a disturbance before she saw the merchant running from her, the little man pushing through the crowd as if the ancient sith lords themselves were chasing him, nipping at his tail. She felt a predatory smile tugging at her lips as she exploded forward in a burst of motion, rapidly eating up the distance between them as her long legs ate up the distance with an easy lope.

“Where do you think you’re going there? I just wanna talk.”

[member="Shamira Karuto"]