Twi'leks, Humans, and Demons

[Garza]

Spoiler

Dragon Palace Casino
Late Night

Taking a look at the Casino from the outside was quite a view. Something that I did not get to see all that often. A place where I could almost be myself. An nerf herder, Jerk, Snark. Whatever you wanted to call me. That was it. I smiled as I stood in line to enter this establishment. Intending on meeting someone who may have a particular interest in working with the body, as well as the minds of others. The Orange Twi'Lek I have been looking for was rather elusive for the most part. Being here and there, but always being a step ahead of me. Moving before I could reach her. The chase so far was a good one. letting me know that it was hard for her to be caught, and I needed people like that in my services. People that were willing to work for me for a price. I remember lightly about my school teaching me about how there is no such thing as a free lunch. Meaning nothing was for free. Everything costed a price somewhere up, or down the line.

It was here that I intended to meet this woman, and ask politely for her services. If not, there was always the chance that I could take her forcefuly under my wing, but as the Sith had relations with the Red Ravens, I didn't want to jepordize the relations particularly since I worked with the Sith very often. As well as the Vong. Looking around to see others as they were awaiting to enter the same place as I was, each had to pay a price, and each person was felt up for weapons. Seeing as how I was a Sith, and expected to carry weapons, I carried a few. Just my tri-barreled pistol, Dark Angel, and my single bladed lightsaber.

Adjusting the jacket I wore, I allowed for the Aura of Uneasiness to fade and to not be prominent with a tick of my thumb into my jacket pocket. I didn't want to scare people away from me. Most importantly her. I pulled out a datapad as I was waiting in line. looking at the scantily clad woman in a flat image. Looking for any features in which I can tell who is who, should there be other orange skinned people in the room. Nonetheless, I put it away as I entered the door. I was felt up and asked for my weapons at first. I handed over the easy to see one. The pistol, and was then patted down. The bouncer looked at me with a scoul as he saw I had a lightsaber, Attempting to take it, I stopped him with my words. The deep voice I had for the size of my body was one not to be tested. My voice was natural, Not changed as it sounded like the devil was speaking through me.

"Take away my pride, and I will take away your manhood." I was not even looking at him. And when I did, the crimson eyes showed him that I was not a natural human. "I am a Sith, and I have more friends than you do within the One Sith, The Lords of the Fringe, And the BHG. Leave it and you might live the night. And if you get in trouble, I will vouge for you. Deal?" I then looked away from him and he left it inside my jacket where it belonged. I could put my arms down and he allowed me to enter. I even threw the man a tip to thank him for letting in with my pride of the Sith. Or in otherwords, my Lightsaber. if needed, I could prove that I was a Sith just by taking it out.

Walking past all the other bouncers, I made my way towards the bar first. Ordering a Whiskey, Hard. I took a sip as I turned around and scouted the area for my woman to show her face. As much as the little information that I could gather on her, I thought she might have been a Dancer, Host, or paitron of the Casino. Or just someone who visited often. Nonetheless, I would find her.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"],

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Chiasa was, technically speaking, not important in the Red Ravens hierarchy. But she had an absolute gift for insinuating herself into places. She entertained visitors, so the hosts, hostesses, bartenders, waiters and waitresses all knew her. She had once been a professional dancer and was still better than even the best that the Ravens money could hire, so she knew the entertainers. And she was attractive, so she knew the security teams. Of course, the new droids were immune to her charms, but c'est la vie. There were still enough organic eyes and ears who didn't so much report to her as gossip with her that she still knew almost everything that went on within the Casino, and she felt in all honesty, very territorial about her new home.

So it was natural when word reached her about a hardcase who wouldn't give up his lightsabre and started throwing around his connections that she took an interest. Of course it had already been reported and there were countless cameras on him, but this likely needed to be handled by an actual organic being, and if she did it, it was less likely to turn into a fight.The Ravens had force users and duellists of their own of course, one or two of whom were a match for nearly anyone but, well, the collateral damage. Lysle was likely tired of repairing and rebuilding his casino by now.

So the tiger-striped Twi'lek who had no official job title drifted through the Casino, stopping to have a word here or there before eventually reaching the bar.

They didn't mention he was handsome.. Ah well, not a priority for your average bouncer I suppose.

She'd had a quick rundown of the basics of course, species, colouration, clothes. Picking him out hadn't been a problem, even in the sort of crowd the Casino attracted. She could recognize and ignore the regulars easily. Besides, he was scanning the crowd himself, looking for something or someone. As long as it wasn't for a fight.

She offered him a carefully schooled smile, an invitation to speak to her if he wished, or not. If he didn't she supposed she would need to address him but, she would wait and see first.

"Miss."

The bartender acknowledged her with a grin, sliding a hurricane glass across the bar. She smiled back, he was a good man, and knew the drill. The glass was always filled with water when she saw herself as on the clock, but generally had a dye and drop of something added to give it colour and scent. She only ever referred to it as her 'usual', when she had to refer to it at all. It put people at ease when they thought she was drinking, and if they actually were while she stayed sharp, so much the better. She picked it up and took a small sip, turning to survey the floor, though with the newcomer firmly in her peripheral vision.

[member="Nickolas Imura"]

 

[Garza]

As a Sith I had to be observant. Even more so when you worked alone, and had more enemies than friends. Let alone allies. More so my friends were people that I had bought rather than having actual friendship. And I didn't care for it. I wanted no friends. Friends and family tied you down. They were leverage against you. And there was only one person in my life who was considered leverage against me. And no one knew her. As such, I looked around. Taking careful note of the guards, be it organic or inorganic. I smiled brightly as I turned my head to see a Twi'lek. Orange in complexion, and looking off in the distance. I took a gander at her. Seeing her and the way she leaned up against the bar, and the clothing she wore. I adverted my gaze as she continued to look around. Taking a sip of my own drink, I noticed from my vision that she was watching me.

Security? Or just a concerned Citizen? Nonetheless, I paid careful attention to her for the time. I wanted to get a feel of her. And, I wanted to find one other thing for a moment. Where the Fight Club was. Of course, rule number one was to not talk about it. However, I hoped to be able to find some information on this fight club. So I could see for myself it was worth getting into to fight others. Fist fights were nice every once in a while. Good to have some adrenaline in a fight and brawl it out with your own raw energy than just the simplictic use of blasters, force powers, or other weapons of war.

Looking around, I tapped the bar as my drink was empty, The bartender came over, nice looking young man, and began to fill my drink as I slid credits over towards him. "Can you tell me about a place around here where nuckles are the go to weapon?" While he might not answer me right now, or even at all, there might be a chance that the woman would hear me, or the guards will come, in which I would have to prove that I can be here. Maybe by throwing around that I helped the Red Ravens in their Invasion against the Black Suns, that I should be allowed some leway into this place, and to the fact, that I work a majority of my time alone.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Anders, the bartender, looked over at Chiasa before responding as he continued to polish glasses.

"Wouldn't know anything about that Sir."

For her part, the Twi'leks lips twitched up into a smile. If he was looking for the Fight Club, hopefully he'd save any aggression for there, though of course not just anyone was let in. Still, if he was a force user, which seemed likely, she'd not bothered trying to feel him out yet, if he was good enough there was every chance she wouldn't pick anything up anyway, he might be useful. Chiasa was a big believer in cultivating useful people. You never knew when you might need them. Besides, every person on her side was one person not standing against her.

"Interesting gear you've kept for someone looking for a bare knuckle brawl."

This was Chiasa. Making it clear that she belonged here. That she knew about the interactions he'd had so far without ever being crass enough to say so. She turned slightly so that she was looking directly at him.

[member="Nickolas Imura"]

 

[Garza]

I smiled as the man looked away from me, towards someone off to his side before answering me that he didn't know. I smiled and took back the credits that were displayed before him. Accepting the drink with a nod knowing that he did know. But when a voice broke over to the side of me, It seemed that anyone between us moved out of the way. Clearly knowing that whenever this woman spoke, that she was speaking to me. I kept my vision down in front of my drink as a took another sip. Listening to the one liner about having interesting gear for a brawler. I lifted my hand to show the leviathan bracers I wore. Leather gauntlets in essence. I sat the glass down as she looked at me. Smiling ever so slightly becoming more apparent as I turned to face her.

Taking my time to look her over for real this time, I spoke, "Nothing wrong with a bare knuckle, or a gloved fight." Smiling I nodded to herself in the getup and resorted to speak about her, "Interesting clothes for a woman who seems to have more auathority than the guards." I turned to her in a sly smile and took a few steps towards her. looking at the drink she had, it was colored a pinkish red. However, I had a thought to check on what she was drinking later on. It was kind of funny that my body had such a high metobalisum, that I could drink fairly close to a Zeltron. So this Whiskey was like drinking water.

I only wondered, if she was really as good as I thought for the job. becuase right now, we were playing a deadly game.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Mm, though most folks don't like to get into a bare knuckle brawl with a gent with a lightsaber. Tends to stack the odds a little."

She could be blunt when necessary, though she preferred not to be. Just as long a he was aware that assuming she let him in on this little secret, he wouldn't go skipping into the ring with all his toys. Or if he did he'd find someone with just as many toys and just as many abilities in there waiting for him. That could be funny. Or Xalus. Xalus fighting anyone was usually funny.

She glanced down at her outfit of the night, smiling slightly. Black as usual, revealing though not as risque as some she'd worn in the past, and easy to move in.

"That's why they're guards and I'm not I suppose."

She neatly sidestepped the guestion of authority. Technically she didn't have any. Influence yes, authority no. Still, one was nearly as good as the other at the end of the day. She moved ever so slightly to face him a little more head on as he stepped nearer. A tilt of the hips, a slight cocking of the head, all part of the silent language even humans could understand. To the stupid, simply flirtatious. To the more aware, a question, a challenge. A silent 'state your intentions'.

[member="Nickolas Imura"]

 

[Garza]

She knew about the lightsaber. I shrugged my shoulders as the pause in her voice came. Answering me with "Guards are guards for a reason" kind of attitude. Avoiding the question just like others did. It seems like no one likes to tell the truth around me. I sat my drink down and pulled out the Lightsaber hilt. Setting it down on the table for her to see. The ornate hilt shook a little as I prodded the exposed crystal on the pomel of the hilt.

"I kept the weapon, because I have learned to trust no one. I have only worked with the Ravens once. So trust is not something you have of me yet."

I smiled as I slid it towards her. The smile was plastered on looking very much like I was almost in pain to hand it to her. "Now, would this be even?" Maybe my showing her some idea of trust, or willing to trust others, so I can be let in. As well, maybe gain this woman's eye. "Forgive me for not introducing myself." I offered her my right hand, open for a hand shake should she accept.

"Nick Imura."

Now that she knew my name, I hoped to offically get hers. While I already knew an idea on who she was, since I was wanting to employ her without her knowledge, I would still like to look at her formally. And, I wanted to feel her hands. No not in a creepy way, I wanted to see if her hands were soft, or firm, or calouced. You could find that out on a person by how their hands felt. Wear and tear showed that they used their hands alot for different things. Doing their own work. Or just the opposite of the soft hands being they have not worked a day in their life.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

The Twi'lek laughed at his explanation, a laugh of genuine amusement.

"You will excuse me. I understand completely of course, but even so. This is a Raven building, you chose to come here and surround yourself. I'm sure you know of the bombing, the attacks and so forth. All of this had led to heightened security as one might expect. That in mind, holding onto your weapons, though understandable, does not exactly breed trust, as you've said, you only worked with us once.. Were you that concerned it would have been better simply not to come."

At least since he already knew of the Ravens she needn't go through that charade as well.
"Nick Imura,"

She accepted his hand, her grip delicate if firm, there was the impression of perfect control, of muscles being purposely not used. Women such as the one she presented herself as did not go about having iron handshakes. Besides, she would invariably lose in a contest. She was strong in her own way, any proper dancer had to be, but compared to someone who thought a punch-up was a good time? No point in trying. Her hands were soft and smooth, though what he did not know was that this was because of a nightly ritual of skin care. Again, she had been taught from a young age to see to her grooming for maximum appeal, otherwise both her hands and feet would have been completely calloused.

"I am Chiasa Kritivaas. And keep it. It is well made, and if you truly wanted it you could take it from me in any case, no? Besides, you had places other than here you wanted to be introduced to I do believe? Seems foolish to take your weapon so I can give it back to you when we walk out."

She gently pushed the hilt back towards him. If they'd been staying perhaps she'd have taken it, simply to see if he would really let her, but.. Lightsabers, to her understanding, were personal things, and it looked as if much effort had gone into his. If he wanted to hold onto it for now, fine.

[member="Nickolas Imura"]

 

[Garza]

Now this woman clearly was good at playing the mind games. Ones that were all about the higher knowledge and power through wisdom. I was not one for such things as I liked to work with my hands, and did the dirty work myself. She had a point in not comming here at all if I didn't trust them. However, it's not that I didn't trust the body guards, bouncers, or the people themselves. I didn't trust those who had the higher games. It was people who had something to lose, because if a man has everything, or in some cases nothing to lose, he was not to be trifled with. This woman seemed to have some sway in authority be it by her charisma, or she was a woman who had a soft bark and a hard bite, she could get her way if she wanted. And that alone made me want to keep a careful eye on her.

I silently nodded my head, letting her finish all the words she wanted to speak when she handed me back the lightsaber. I slid it back down into the pocket of the jacket on the inside, and reached for my drink as the words lept from my mouth. "Very true Miss Kritivaas. It would be foolish of me to come to a shady establishment. However, I am not here for a drink and a few fights. In fact, I am here for you." I took a drink and watched her reaction for a moment before continuing. "I am going to be blunt for a moment. I hunt people for a living. I kill for a living. As you can most likely tell. However, I cannot do it alone." Sitting the half empty glass of whiskey on the counter, I tapped my hand, an almost universal signal for the drink to be filled, as I continued. "You see, I need someone who has a sharper mind than myself. I can be cunning, however, not as well as you are."

Pulling out a datapad, I placed it down on the counter and slid it over towards her. The information already up for what I wanted. "I need connections outside of the Sith. Someone who can get in just about anywhere for any reason, and have the ability to work with me." I pointed towards the screen for her to look at it for a moment. pointing out a price tag of her payment. "I can pay you each galactic standard month as a salary, incuding commission of any mission, outting, or other operation that you aid me in. Depending on how well you perform determines the commission."

I placed a stop hand up and waved it slightly, "You do not have to take this job, or even want to see my face again. You can take as long as you want to accept the job, or turn it down now, and pick it up later. You can keep your alegences to whomever you have them too, unless the obivous of working against me." I could already feel that she was a force sensitive, and I doubt she could not feel mine. Ever since I left Korriban after the invasion from the Mandalorians, my force signature has grown darker and darker almost every second from the influence of the Sith poison that ran in my veins. Causing me constant pain, as well as making it oh so tempting, to just destory everything within the building. If she would take the job as it was, I would be fine, and if need be, I could teach her. But if this didn't sway her, I would offer my services as a "Master" or "Mentor" to teach her in ways of the force.

I didn't know anyone to say no to teachings about anything unless they were strictly one sided in the ways of the force. But with how she was in a syndicate, and could possibly kill people for a living, and the added bounus of being allied with the One Sith, a little taint of the Dark Side, wouldn't hurt her rep. In fact, it could do just the opposite.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

It was a credit to her self-control that only a slight raising of one brow accompanied his pronouncement that he was there for her. She was something of a narcissist and it would not be the first time a man had tried that line on her. Good then that she did not immediately brush him off, since as he continued it was clear that he did not mean what those others had meant. He either truly was cunning, or he was lucky, because he appealed to that same narcissism when he acknowledged her as smarter than he was. Men were generally too busy noticing her other assets to realize that.

It sounded as if he was a bounty hunter of some sort, which did pique her interest a little. It would be good to learn something of that craft, to become less vulnerable. At the same time she had given herself over to the Ravens, and until Lysle (technically he had some woman as a boss apparently, but Chiasa neither knew or cared about her) himself threw her out she would stay loyal.

The mention of the Sith had her dropping her admittedly poorly made psychic barriers and letting the tides of the Force carry a mental taste of him to her. She had assumed he was likely a force sensitive of some sort of course, with the lightsaber and all, but had taken to leaving many of her senses on lockdown, finding the myriad of impressions washing over her from all the casino-goers too overwhelming to deal with otherwise. He was decidedly dark, enough to make her wary, but not enough to have her on the run or in fear. Contrasting his essence to the young lightsider she'd met some time ago, she wondered briefly what she felt like to other force sensitives.

The price tag he attached to her services was also more than generous. The survivor within her wanted that job. Wanted that guaranteed pay. With that many credits she would be safe. She could have a few of life's little luxuries and still hide some away for when times were tough.

She very, very nearly agreed on the spot when he said she could keep her own allegiances. The Ravens did not much care what she did on her own time as long as it was not detrimental to the group. Besides, as Mr Imura had noted, she was smart, she could surely make this benefit the Ravens as well in some form or another. The only thing that stopped her was the feeling that this was too good. Here was the bait, the snare had to be nearby.

"It is a very generous offer Me Imura, and one I am not opposed to and find quite.. Intriguing. I believe I will need some time to verify that my schedule is open however."

Or have the Slicers bring her everything they could about him. Either way. If he'd worked with them before as he'd claimed he was probably already on file somewhere. Background checks were a matter if course and very thorough when you organisation employed as many of the best Slicers as the Ravens did.

[member="Nickolas Imura"]

 

[Garza]

I nodded my head after done speaking. Leaving a small few seconds of silence between us for either of us to think. Yes, I knew the price was high, and would seem way too good to be true. However, it was. I wanted her services before someone else saw the woman as who she really was, and took them for themselves. While I had no intentions of Owning her, or having her under my thumb, I merely wanted a contact within the Red Ravens who had more places to go than myself. She could get me that ticket. As well, I could acomidate her in return in almost the same fashion. Allowing her to use my contacts as her own.

Her voice came out in words forming a sentence of wanting to see if her schedule was clear. I may not be as cunning as she was, however, I knew that she would look me up with every availble resource. The left side of my mouth lifted up in a smug look like I was almost judging her. "The offer still stands." I reached inside my jacket pocket, Slowly pulling it out, And placing a small piece of parchment on the table. Nothing more than an index card with a mobile in which she could contact me. As well as the room number in which I was staying on this planet for a few days. "Should you accept after your time of seaching for your Calender, as well as any information you need on this, here is my contact." Sliding it for her, It also had my name. Nickolas Keltz Imura. For her to search me up on.

"I will not deny who I am, Just don't be surprised on what you may find on the interwebs."

I picked up my glass and took the last of the drink down my gullet. Sending a tingling down my throat and into my stomach. "Now, I believe I will leave you to your work." Nodding to the guards off into the corner that were watching me, "And maybe next time you shouldn't stop a Sith from carrying his pride, or he might make this place fall to the ground..... again." I already knew of the attacks that were done on the place. From within the container that the tri-barreled pistol sat, it flew to my hand where it was out streached. I slung it around on my finger to slide into the empty holster on my belt. "Good day miss."

And I headed for the door, Maybe she would stop me, maybe she wont. It was very likely that she would find out that I am a Fire Shaper, Sith, a Demon formed from Sith Alchemy, and learn of my heritage of the great Fire Lord Morna Imura. Maybe of my involvement with the Fringe confederacy, as well as others. However there was one thing she would never learn of. And it was Her that I would keep out of the light. I wouldn't doubt she may found out about her, however, she would find her trace cold. Almost dissapearing into thin air. As though, she never existed.

I decided to take my leave, but if she really thought that I would have anything to hide from her, then I doubt I would see her again.

Two can play at this game.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Was he pleased with himself for finding the double meaning in her words? Oh he was, how cute! She hadn't been being particularly sneaky, she had been being polite, one generally did not inform a person you intended to set a pack of slicers on their trail, particularly not the sort of slicers the Ravens employed who held no information sacred or private. That was fine though, let him be pleased, it was all the same to her.

"I am rarely surprised, but there is a first for everything I suppose."

She commented, picking up the card and giving it a quick once over before making it vanish into a seemingly skintight outfit. His comment was interesting. It implied that he knew she'd find things that might shock or surprise her, and did not mind. Which meant one of two things. Either he was the rare and elusive open book type, or he thought that whatever his true secret was, she wouldn't find it. That whatever was there was enough to convince your average being they'd found everything so they'd give up before they found the real thread. Interesting.. She would bet on the latter. Even if the slicers couldn't find whatever he didn't want her to know, if they did work wogether, and she was willing to admit it looked as if they would, she'd hunt down the truth for herself eventually. Knowledge was power, and she had the patience to acquire it.

"He might, though I think we would find the building rather more heavily reinforced than once it was. Besides, surely he has more to be proud of than an object?"

She wasn't speaking specifically about the physical building, though that had been reinforced of course. There were the new members, the droids, the fact that they'd begun training their own force users on top of the rather formidable members they already had.. And a myriad of other more sneaky defences of course. The last was added almost as appeasement. To show that while a threat to the Ravens could not be ignored, neither was she challenging him. Even if he couldn't drop the building, he could certainly do some damage and cause some loss of life.

"I am sure you'll hear from me, one way or the other Mr Imura."

She supposed she could call him back right then, accept on the spot, but then she would look rather foolish, there would be no doubt that she would have surrendered unto him the upper hand. She had a feeling that half the reason he wanted her was because of these games she could and did play. So play she did.

[member="Vincent Imura"]

 

[Garza]

Two Days Later

I had not heard from the woman. Taking a few days to refuel my ship and gather the required matierals for the trip back to Courscant. As well as building matierals for my company. I had finished my buisness here earlier this morning. Now I was just allowing some time to waste away as I would be leaving in the morning. Once again drinking a single glass of whiskey, I sat in the apartment, laid back with my legs proped up on the table in front of me, and my left arm out above the back of the couch. Resting there as though someone may be sitting by my side.

No one was there. Just me, myself, and I.

I thought about the past few years I have had since I "awoken" from my cryptic state of Cryostasis in a lab hidden away on Korriban. The years I spent stuck in the pod wasting away as time seemed to bend around me. Not affecting my body in anyway. I could still see what happened on the outside. The retched renegade sith that had be imprisioned with the net plugged into me to allow all the information to be jammed into my brain. I saw the wars that raged within my dreams. Only, they were real on the outside. Then one day, it was black. I could feel weak as I could hear sirens slowly enter my ears as though plugs were being slowly pulled out. my sense of smell returned. Cold, naked, and smelling of plastic, I pushed myself out of the tube. Wanting so much to leave the laboratory.

I remember the carnage as I escaped. Taking the clothes of a dead Sith Acolyte, and his lightsaber, as well as a vibrosword and a battle rifle. Since then, I have made a name for myself. The Demon of Kro Var. A planet of by birth, and one that is told to be my end. I decided that I will be accepting the life of a Sith. Changing my name was easy. Calling myself different was easy. But what to call myself, was the real question.

As I sat there, bare chested and having only a pair of pants, boots, and a necklace on, I thought of the many names I could choose. one that would not bring fear, or pain, but sound easy to the ears, yet hold back the anger and hatred of my years. I found that name. And I will now take it.

Now, only to wait and see if this Twi'lek would answer the calling of this job, or fade from my life. I have much to do, and so little time.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

The slicers had turned up some rather.. Interesting information. This was a man who could be useful, or dangerous. Perhaps both, but that was life. Certainly better to be working with him than to have him working against her, and if he'd like to pay her for it? All the better. Of course the slicing had all been done within the first day. She'd left it a second day because she was a busy woman, and didn't go jumping at any mans command. Unless she judged it to be in her best interests of course.

Chiasa was in her private suite in the Casino, sprawled on an excessively large bed with all the fluid, boneless grace of a large feline. Not that it was a particularly sophisticated position to be found it, but since no one else was there she could do as she liked. She had the card he'd given her in one hand, and her com unit in the other.

The corner of her mouth twitched up as she keyed in his number. He was not only an opportunity to advance herself, he was fun to spar with as well. There were so very few people in the Ravens who even understood that there was a game and she was playing it, let alone were capable of playing themselves. She waited as the connection was made and the com unit beeped it's cheerful little tones, as she waited to see if he'd answer.

[member="Vincent Imura"]

 

[Garza]

Taking a sip of the whiskey, I noted that it was empty. I had placed and empty glass up to my lips. I smiled a little as I wanted just a smidgen more. In the time that it had taken from me to walk where I was sitting to the kitchen, I had recieved a call. Picking it up, I found that the ship was completely filled and was prepared for the leaving trip tomorrow. I smiled as I told them they did a good job, and dropped the device on the reciever. The clink was met with another call. I rolled my eyes as I took a sip. Waiting a few rings before lazily picking it up again.

My voice seemed to ring out as I spoke into it, "Hello, Who may I be speaking to?"

Not even mentioning my name, I didn't want to tell everybody that I was here. Nonetheless, I thought it may have been the woman, but with how she was acting, she might blow me off just to try and press my buttons. Doubting it was really her. I thought it may have been my secretary calling me, or someone wanting a job done for them.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"],

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Mr. Imura."

Chiasa's voice was warm, though he'd not immediately identified himself upon answering the call, a minor pet peeve, she recognized the voice all the same. Besides, if he was going to start signing her cheques she supposed he could answer his calls any damn way he pleased.

"Chiasa Kritivaas. Does that job offer still stand? I found no scheduling issues."

Polite code for 'I didn't find anything that makes me unwilling to work for you'.

[member="Vincent Imura"]

 

[Garza]

I stayed there for a second, not doing anything when out came the name of my birth. Imura. Once a very small clan in the system of Kro Var, now, it was built upon the shoulders of three people. My deceased brother Morna, his wife Lexa, and myself. Nobody else held such a name. Maybe an uncle or aunt were still alive, but I knew nothing of them.

There was a silence of me neither confirming nor denying that I was "Mr. Imura." Nonetheless, the woman continued with her name, before she said it, I already knew it was her accepting the job. Why call to say that you were not taking it? That would only make the person angry at you. Not a good way to play the games that she did. I smiled a little as she asked if it still stoodfor her to take the job.

"Yes, the job is still open." Looks like she found a few things about me. Really I just seemed to exist right when the Fringe conferacy took me in after fighting one of their best force users in the Couldren. "Good to hear that you have found what you needed. We can either begin after my trip, or you can prepare yourself for tomorrow morning when I will be leaving. Docking bay 17-B. If you are not there by sunrise, I leave."

There was a slight pause in my voice. I wanted to search for some artifacts that would in turn help her. Now, only if she would actually join me, then maybe I could lend her a hand with the Force potental that I could feel within her. "The choice is yours Miss Kritivaas."

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

He moved quickly this one, and was rather cryptic. That was also fine. While she could be seemingly rash on ocassions when she wanted to move matters along, Chiasa was also content to play the long game. If he wanted to present half a choice he could, she'd be paid whether she knew where they were going or not. Besides, he'd mentioned a commissionable rate as well.. It might apply to this little trip, one never knew. If the destination proved too dangerous, she could always opt out when they got there. Until then they'd be on the same ship and his own self preservation would protect her.

"I've no pressing engagements at this time, I am available for your trip. Any specific equipment requirements?"

Gods forfend, he might want to go to an ice world. She loathed ice worlds. She'd still go, but she would ensure she had the highest quality enviro-gear available. And that it was properly fitted and as stylish as such things could be. It would be difficult with such a limited time frame, but the Twi'lek was very good at getting things done.

"If not, I shall see you in 17-B."

[member="Vincent Imura"]

 

[Garza]

I know that my actions were a little rash. But sometimes, I needed to move quickly. If information about where I was going next leaked out, then they might know what I am up to. I am looking for one item in particular. And the road would be a little bumpy. Smiling to myself, I spoke before the woman could end the line of communication.

"Yes, Jungle Enviroment, bring a few weapons if you wish, I recomend at least one. You never know when you may need one."

With what we may be facing, I was hoping to maybe get past all these people on what need to be found. And I will find it. I will.

"Goodnight."

*Click*

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Jungle, well that wasn't so bad, she reflected as she set aside the com unit. A weapon though.. It would be smart of course she just.. She rarely carried one. And was hardly more than passable at the use of any. That was what men were for. Or non-binary genders. Whatever. The point was that she either avoided dangerous situations or ensured she had other people around to deal with them. Ah well, it was for the best she supposed. It wasn't as if being in the Ravens was without it's dangers, she'd probably need to start carrying a weapon eventually.. But people were so much quicker to jump to violence when you were armed!

She laced her fingers together behind her head as she stared up unseeing as the ceiling, working out what she would need, what she had and what she'd have to send someone for.

Non-heeled footwear for in the jungle.. Heeled footwear for the ship and in case it's a civilized jungle.. Breathable clothes that can deal with humidity and still look good.. Stylish and durable pack.. Weapon. Hmm.

Rising, she started to pack. Added to the bag was her can of mace and zipties. You never knew. They were often useful and surprisingly effective. She hit the button on her com-unit that called down to the bar.

"Miss?"

"Anders, who's on security?"

The droids were always on of course, she wanted to know which organic was working.

"Declan's on tonight Miss."

"Can you ask him to find me a holdout blaster? The smaller the better. Thanks darling."

"Of course."

She liked Anders. He made good drinks, he kept his ears open and he was efficient. And always so polite.

Twenty minutes or so later, there was a brisk knock on her door. Keying it open, she saw the rather heavy browed near human, Declan. He was trying to look serious. Serious was his usual expression and was not out of place, the gleam in his eye was.

"You'd requested this Ma'am."

He held out a small bag. Taking it, she looked inside and laughed.

"Did it come standard like this?"

She asked, raising it so the glitter on the small blaster caught the light.

"No Ma'am, that's a custom job, one of the boys has been working on his speeder off-hours and had his paint kit with him, he thought you might like it."

It was smaller than her hand, and had been painted a flaked gold that shone cheerily in the light. Perhaps not quite as stealthy, but she did appreciate the effort that had gone into the little joke.

"It won't effect the efficiency though Ma'am. Only downside with this model is you only get four shots with it. There are a few spare cartridges in there too, we have more if you need them, but I didn't reckon you'd be going into a firefight any time soon. This is a military one from that shipment we jacked, none of that civilian junk. It doesn't have quite the range of a proper blaster, but you shoot someone with this baby and they'll take notice. Just because it's pretty doesn't mean it's not deadly."

He might not have been talking just about the blaster with that last, but he was a good man. Committed to his job, and realistic about his chances or lack thereof with the Twi'lek. Besides, last they'd chatted he'd been seeing a Mirialan girl he'd been awfully keen on.

"It's perfect Declan, functional and fashionable, you know me too well. Thank you."

Rising on tiptoes she gave him as kiss on the cheek and a grin before turning back into her room, closing the door behind her.

"Any time Ma'am."

He told the closed door, trying to pretend he didn't feel the blush rising.

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Dock 17-B.

Originally she'd intended to be quite early, since his deadline of sunrise had been when he was going to leave her behind rather than his ideal departure time. She'd been packed, set alarms, completely prepared. And then as she left the Casino at an hour that was practically still night, it hit her.

Jungle Environment.

Bugs.

A search for a store or provider open and available who carried as wide a range of bugspray as possible had ensued. The search had been successful, if frenzied, but as a result she was only about half an hour before official sunrise, the sky was already lightening.

Still, she breezed in as if everything had gone according to plan and she'd had a full eight hours sleep. This was not the case. She worked in a criminal organization and lived in a Casino. Dawn was something she usually saw from the other direction. As she was going to bed rather than waking up. That was fine. She was functional.

[member="Vincent Imura"]