Trouble in Paradise

[NightSister]

Neimoidia​

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Used to dealing with anonymous Sith businessmen who wanted to scope out their enemies, Scarlett was more than a bit surprised when for the first time in months, she was contacted by a concerned vigilante about some criminal organization that had been causing trouble around the wealthy-ish planet of Neimoidia. The paycheck wasn't as good as it would have been had it come from another shady tycoon, but a Neimoidian mafia? It was easy money and looked good on her profile. She saw no downside.

She was now crouching behind a starship in an abandoned hangar bay as she eavesdropped on a conversation that, while using various code words and vague references, clearly concerned activity of an illicit nature. Her datapad was recording the exchange for later analysation and sale - hm, she thought, would anybody else pay for the information? The governments of any other planets they had people in, most likely, although selling intel to established governments would likely cause a drop in customers, making her no longer a freelance spy and investigator but rather a special services agent, and that was boring.

Absent-mindedly fixing her hair as she thought it through, a sudden chime from her datapad alerted her to a new message - not now! Hurriedly silencing the device, Scarlett looked up again to see three tall, thug-like men staring her down.

"Hi guys," she said, her tone friendly. "Sorry, am I interrupting something? I'm just...hiding, see - boyfriend's been drinking, and - hey!"

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Scarlett woke up with her wrists bound together behind a chair, a hood being lifted from her head as she came to her senses. Well, this was embarrassing - she had been caught on perhaps two occasions before, and they never ended well, but even worse, they bruised her ego like nothing else. Still, perhaps she could flip the situation over and come out with more intel.

Low, incomprehensible conversation went on in the background as Scarlett tried to look around, the dim lights and dazed sensation significantly affecting her capacity for sight. Somewhere behind her, Scarlett heard a door open, followed by footsteps - somebody was entering. The head of the organization? Oh, this would be fun.

[member="Herr Vanderhing"]

 

[Herr Vanderhing]

A door swung open, through it was a meek young Neimoidian wearing black fur robes and a long miter. He limped into the room, his walk looking like a waddle, having his black and gold cane echo as it taped the floor. He went in front of the even younger lady and gave a sort of smile that would send chills down anyone's spine then began to speak "Hello, hello!! You must be the intruder!! Now what am I to do with you? Whatever should I do?... A molten iron bath is always fun.... Then of coarse I could have you stretched to death by to terrified bantha running in opposite directions..... Hmmm..." His voice was shakey and sounded nothing like a Neimoidian's. It sounded almost human but it had an undertone of a Neimoidian accent he pondered for a moment deep in thought

[member="Scarlett Orion"]

 

[NightSister]

A man came into her line of eyesight, and immediately Scarlett could read him; sadistic and money-motivated with a desire for power. Those were never fun until you got out. Which Scarlett was trying to do, but it seemed that stun cuffs weren't the easiest thing to get out of.

"Hey, look, there's been a misunderstanding," Scarlett said, her tone agitated and defensive. "I haven't done anything; I was hiding, okay?" As she spoke, her tone would increase, a perfectly crafted note of panic evident; this was too easy. "You don't need any...molten iron baths or whatever. I don't even know what's going on and I don't care! Whatever it is that's so important, I didn't hear it, and I wouldn't have told anybody if I had. I'm not some great spy or anything, I'm just a shopkeeper. Alright?"

[member="Herr Vanderhing"]

 

[Herr Vanderhing]

Vanderhing gave off a sinister smile and leaned forward into the lady's face

"I don't care if you're a spy or a shopkeep!!! You heard to much" he said lightly tapping her with his pointer finger. He leaned away from her and paced left to right "Now if you did happen to be a spy or nosy snitch and you were to tell me who hired you....." Vanderhing snapped his fingers and a thug gave him a burning fire iron that's tips glew orange with heat " Then you're death will be a lot less painful, I assure you!!!" He chuckled after he spoke and awaited a reply

[member="Scarlett Orion"]