Private Vanity Crime

[Tarasynora]

Location: Element Zero Nightclub, Fortune’s Warren, District 11, Denon
Attire: Dress
Tag: Jonah

A petty criminal, was what she was.

A jacked speeder bike here. A stolen luxury jacket there. A casual robbery elsewhere, done in broad daylight. However, not all of her crimes had been done in such an incautious manner. Tarasynora had been careful at first, operating with subtlety and stealth so that only her target might see her. She had spoken softly then, her voice carrying subtle notes of compulsion uttered from her lips in such a way that her victims were drawn into a stupor, allowing her to fill their minds with thoughts that were not their own. Empty your pockets. Hand me your speeder keys. Swipe that card. Take off those security tags. Open the display case. Then, after getting what she wanted from them, she would clear their mind before leaving the scene as she found it. Intact. Spotless. Pristine.

But then she got addicted.

It hadn’t taken long. First it was one theft a week, each carried out in a different locale so as to scatter her footprint. Then it was two, done on different days week after week. From there, two became three and three became four, five, six, and seven.

After a while, she simply stopped caring.

However, for one night, Tarasynora allowed herself to relax. A cute, shoplifted dress clung to a small form, a stolen luxury jacket on delicate shoulders, and a cocktail purchased with credits from a snatched purse in a manicured hand (paid for with money from that same purse). All for an evening at the Element Zero.

Unbeknownst to her, that same night, a small bounty was placed on her head.

All the while, Tara danced alone on the main floor, almost entirely heedless of her immediate surroundings. While her relationship with music was complicated, she allowed herself to fall into a trance, the melody flowing into her pointed ears as her body moved in perfect sync with the pounding beat and the flashing neon lights.

But someone was coming. A puck, pinging. And a lone soul, singing.

 

[Jonah]

Jonah was never too rich to turn down a bounty.

Ever since the Haxion Brood found itself under his new management, life had been rather busy for the man. His waking moments were spent organizing an ever-growing band to extend their reach across the stars. From piracy to trafficking to everything in-between, his organization had fingers in multiple pies all at once.

As the weeks of these escapades turned into months, a new factor began to creep into Jonah's life. One that he did not anticipate existing prior to being in a role of bonafide leadership: stress. Prior to the syndicate's new lease on life, he only had to worry about lining his pockets and keeping his stomach fed. And given his own set of skills, there was never a shortage of jobs to do. But now? Now there were so many things to hold together. So many ambitions to see fulfilled.

It was enough to warrant a weekend away from it all.

Thus, the sable-skinned man found himself on Denon. The cityscape was similar to what he was accustomed to on Nar Shaddaa, but the air didn't smell like stale piss every waking moment. Outside of this difference, things were exactly as he was hoping. There were plenty of clubs to indulge in. And plenty of jobs to partake in. Jonah didn't need anything fancy, just something to take him back to his "roots". Something to remind him of the simplicities he once knew on a daily basis.

And that led him to the bounty puck in his coat pocket.

Apparently there was a petty thief who was drawing attention to herself. She was on a spree of sorts and there was a modest sum of credits on offer to bring her before one of her most recent victims. The bounty wasn't calling for her death or anything dramatic, but if it came to it, Jonah wouldn't bat an eye. So it was that the pinging brought him to the dance floor.

So it was that his search led him to one who was singing on the dance floor. And for one who had been running rampant with the money of others, the target seemed to be dancing without a care in the world. Jonah shook his head, bemused, and strolled forth. His fingers silenced the puck as he approached, before he plastered a "genuine" smile on his face.

"Good evening miss, may I join you?"

Tarasynora​

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