Underworld Witch
As soon as Maiev hopped out of the vehicle, she removed her heels. Much as the witch could be quiet, it was going to be highly inconvenient if the click-clack of them would alert some sentry that was keeping watch of the exterior. Not that she was expecting there to be any, if only the Jackal’s boss and underbosses were in attendance.
They wouldn’t want to draw attention to the building by having men posted within view of passersby.
Maiev followed Valery’s lead as the Jedi silently approached the large skylight. For now, they’d remain up here to see what they could see.
And what immediately caught the witch’s notice, was the fact a lot more people were in attendance below. “That shouldn’t be right…” She muttered quietly.
Down below in the large open area were two distinctive groups. On one side was a grouping of six, a mix of different races with one standing a few steps in front of the others. Facing them was a group of eight, all adorned in the same kind of armour, bearing similar blaster rifles, and stood in a semi-circle.
“Those are the Jackals,” Maiev began, pointing at the first group of individuals. “But I don’t recognize the others.” The witch’s eyes narrowed as she silently scuttled around the length of the skylight. Being this far up made it difficult to identify the other party, that was until she finally found the right angle.
“Oh you have got to be fething kidding me.” She recognized that head shape anywhere. “It’s the Pykes. They’ve been working with the goddamn Pyke Syndicate?!” Maiev hissed.